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Narcissa Black,Tonks Residence – England.

Ecstasy.

That was the only word Narcissa could use to describe the state she was currently in.

“AHHHHHHG, MY LORD!!!”

The former Lady Malfoy, proud and haughty, the woman who had led the elite of the elite of the Magical World for years, the woman who had worn the most beautiful jewels, the finest fabrics, who had drunk the best wines and organized the finest parties…

Had been reduced to this.

The fine fabrics still embraced her body, but unlike before, when Narcissa had been dressed in clothes befitting a Lady, conservative garments designed to protect her body from prying eyes, the fine fabric now adorning her body had been designed for one thing alone.

To enhance the appearance of her body, to tease her new owner about the body he already conquered.

Much of Narcissa’s skin was exposed. Although the dress itself was not vulgar in the slightest, the fine silk caressed her skin with extreme softness, while her legs and arms remained exposed, adorned with the most beautiful jewels the former Lady had ever seen in her life, making the Malfoy jewels from her former title look like cheap trinkets.

And in her throat, the golden Choker that marks her as a property of the Royal House of Potter, thought Narcissa with a smile.

After all, there was no way Lucius’s family’s putrid Malfoy jewels could compare to the craftsmanship of the master artisans of Leyndell Avenue. Both Narcissa’s and her daughter’s bodies were adorned with the most beautiful arcane jewels, the finest fabrics, and the most exquisite makeup.

What did it matter if, technically, they were nothing more than whores for the pleasure of the Golden Lion? Narcissa was surrounded by luxury, real power, genuine affection, and the best sex she had ever experienced in her entire life.

And she will have an eternity to enjoy it, along with her daughter and the future children Harry will gift her in due time.

Her Lion already promise that he will breed soon, he wants to do the deed when he get the complete Set of Black Sisters.

She was a slut yes, but an exclusive one, she was a whore for the Golden Lion...and she loves it.

Just as now, when her beloved owner had her in her hands and legs, his huge cock fiercely drilling her defenseless pussy, under the desirous gaze of Andromeda, who stood nearby watching the spectacle.

“AHHHHG, MY LORD!!” Narcissa moaned again as she rested her head against the carpet of Andromeda’s home, Narcissa clenching her hands in the air as she felt her man’s brutal and masculine thrusts.

To him, at this moment, she was just a set of wholes to sate his lust, she was his bitch, one of many...

And she will serves him with pride!

“Moan for me, Cissy. Moan the way you know I love,” Harry said lustfully, roaring with pleasure like the Lion he was, taking Narcissa’s blonde mane in one hand and spanking her huge ass with the other, sending a sweet and pleasurable sensation through the former Lady’s body.

And Narcissa, like the good concubine she was, obeyed.

“OHHHH, MY LORD!! YES!! MORE, MORE, MOOOOORE!”

“By Merlin,” Andromeda whispered in astonishment, her eyes wide as she watched the obscene yet hypnotic scene before her, causing Lord Potter to laugh softly.

“Do you like what you see, Andromeda? the way I remind your slut of a sister her place, she is so eager to serve...she wants to earn the honor to held my seed, a princess of the Realm growing inside her” he asked with amusement, causing the eldest of the Black sisters to let out a small squeal, followed by another guttural moan from Narcissa as her owner caressed that spot inside her that made her see fucking stars every single time.

Andromeda, who was paralyzed by the intense situation, merely nodded slowly, trembling at an intense moan from Narcissa, who had once again reached her peak courtesy of her beloved Harry’s virility.

Normally, her Master would make sure to hold Narcissa’s orgasm indefinitely, leaving Lady Malfoy trembling and begging for release.

He enjoys her desperation, the way a proud and refined Lady is reduce to a little whore eager for cum.

Alas, it seemed her beloved Lord was employing a different strategy tonight. Instead of denying Narcissa the precious orgasm…

Her beloved Lion was giving them to her as if they were Knuts, each one more powerful than the last…

And Narcissa’s body was on the verge of delirium. Her eyes trembled, and even the slightest touch made her body shudder with pleasure. Her pussy was at its absolute limit, completely flooded to ease its own conquest by Harry’s cock.

A layer of sweat covered her body as Narcissa felt the final orgasm approaching. Her body was exhausted, and after this… she would not be able to continue.

And her Master knew it.

“Come for me, my beautiful bitch, let your sister see what a good girl you are for me” Harry whispered as he delivered an especially deep thrust directly inside Narcissa, striking that exquisite spot within her and flooding her interior with his seed.

The result?

“AHHHHHHHHG, MY LORD!!”

Narcissa’s scream was powerful, loud, and guttural. Her body surrendered beneath the relentless assault, and a huge geyser of love juice was violently expelled from within her, marking Narcissa’s absolute limit for the moment.

“Good girl,” Harry said with evident pleasure at the sight of the conquered Lady, who merely moaned softly and collapsed onto the floor, completely motionless. Her body was defeated, and sleep was overtaking her.

However… Narcissa still did not want to fall unconscious, at least not until she saw Andromeda’s face being claimed by her new Master, and although Harry had just spilled his magical seed inside her…

His virility was still as hard as steel, and when her Master slowly withdrew his member from Narcissa’s pussy. Lady Malfoy could do little more than moan incoherently and blushed in embarrassment at the sight of his terrifying cock totally bath on their love juices, shuddering at the emptiness he left inside her, as well as the addictive sensation of the Lion’s seed trickling between her thighs.

Even if the Seed wouldn't take root...the claiming was evident, she belongs to him to do as he please.

Her and soon, every single woman with Black Blood on their veins.

“Morgana,” Narcissa moaned, making a titanic effort to keep her eyes open as she watched Lord Potter slowly walk toward a paralyzed Andromeda, who stared at him with wide eyes, biting her lip with evident desire and rubbing her thighs together.

Narcissa slowly licked her lips as she looked at Harry’s enormous and angry cock, completely soaked with the remnants of her release, his imposing naked presence slowly approaching Andromeda, who could not tear her gaze away from the terrifying yet hypnotic sight.

With complete control of the situation, Harry silently stood before Andromeda, looking at the eldest of the Black sisters with all the calm in the world, while Narcissa had a front-row seat, watching as her eldest sister’s face went through a thousand and one emotions at once.

First came uncertainty. Andromeda knew that her new Lord expected something, but she did not know what, at least not at first.

Narcissa watched proudly as Andromeda shifted her attention between Harry’s enormous cock and his serene, patient face, like a frightened fawn asking for clear instructions.

Something Harry obviously did not provide. Narcissa knew her Master far too well to know that Lord Potter found this entire situation… deeply hilarious.

A couple of minutes later, Narcissa watched as Andromeda found her courage, staring at Harry’s member and biting her lips in the process.

So, in a hesitant and cautious voice, she asked.

“Do you… do you desire relief, my Lord?” she asked with extreme softness and some embarrassment, blushing completely when Harry did not answer with words, but with actions.

Lord Potter turned around and slowly walked toward a massive armchair, one that Narcissa remembered had belonged to the late Ted Tonks. With complete mastery of both the house and the situation, Harry sat down, still completely naked, slowly spreading his legs, leaving enough space and making the order more than clear.

“Come here,” he said in a deep, masculine voice, the same voice that had conditioned the proud Lady Malfoy and transformed her into the most obedient of the Lord’s concubines.

Even now, completely exhausted… Narcissa’s body tried to make the effort to rise and crawl toward Harry, eager to fulfill his orders, and apparently, she was not the only one.

Because Andromeda automatically dropped to her knees on the floor of her own home and began slowly and hesitantly crawling toward the sofa where her new Lord sat, much to Narcissa’s pleasure and approval.

And under Harry’s pleased and dominant gaze.

Seconds later, Narcissa, still collapsed and exhausted, watched as Andromeda nestled herself between her new Lord’s legs and, with complete surrender and maintaining constant eye contact, opened her beautiful lips, taking Harry’s virility into her mouth and beginning to fulfill her new obligations.

“Good girl,” the Golden Lion sighed with evident pleasure as he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, enjoying Andromeda’s attentions, who was slowly beginning to let herself go.

The first licks were hesitant and cautious, like a small stray kitten that did not want to anger the imposing lion. However, Narcissa watched proudly as, little by little, all of Andromeda’s repressed lust began to erupt in waves, completely embracing Harry Potter’s virility.

“MMMMMMHMMM,” Andromeda moaned completely undone, her eyes rolling back, undoubtedly intoxicated by the scent of the dominant male emanating from Harry as she surrendered herself completely to the depraved act.

Lord Potter merely sighed with pleasure, roaring like the stallion he was, but without moving, allowing Andromeda to set the pace of the blowjob, at least for the moment.

The sight was so erotic. Watching her Lord dominate another woman was… the most exciting thing Narcissa had ever seen in her life. Witnessing so much dominance and power was… revealing.

“I assume you accept your place, Andromeda? Your rightful place at my feet?” Harry asked as a formality. The three of them already knew the answer, after all.

Andromeda Tonks, completely surrendered, simply withdrew her lips from Harry’s virility, raising her eyes, devoted and filled with lust, a layer of sweat covering her voluptuous and mature body.

And like the cheapest whore in Knockturn Alley, she moaned her answer.

“Yes!!!! I am yours! Yours and no one else’s, my Lord! Your whore to fuck whenever and wherever you want! your breeding bitch and servant” Andromeda answered, completely surrendered to the moment, a stupid smile on her face and her eyes clouded with pleasure.

Harry merely nodded in satisfaction, a deep and arrogant laugh in his voice.

“Of course you are,” he whispered before firmly taking Andromeda’s hair, causing the eldest of the Black sisters to open her eyes in surprise, but there was no fear in her gaze.

Instead… anticipation, lust… a voracious hunger, a feminine impulse that wanted to be satisfied by the hand of a man.

Her man, Narcissa thought, watching as Harry slowly placed his virility back into Andromeda’s mouth, causing the eldest of the Black sisters to moan again, rolling her eyes back.

“The second Black joins the collection… and soon, I’ll have the complete set. Now relax, Andromeda, because today marks the beginning of the rest of your life,” Harry said with a self-satisfied laugh, just as exhaustion began consuming Narcissa.

The last thing she heard before falling into exhaustion were Andromeda’s gags, while her new owner get his pleasure from her throat.

It was evident that the eldest of the Black sisters… was going to have a long and pleasurable night.

Sif,Great Hall – Asgard.

“What do you know about your father?” Sif asked Magni in her characteristic voice, feminine and seductive, yet powerful, making it quite clear that Goddess Sif was not someone one should meddle with.

Sif raised an eyebrow as she noticed her son’s slight start, the young man having been much more distracted lately.

“Fuck! Don’t do that!” her son said with a frown and an irritated voice, as if the little shit actually thought he could intimidate her.

Therefore, Sif, being the responsible mother she was, decided it was time to put her beloved, but stupid and bland, son in his place.

SMACK!

“AHHHHG!” Magni screamed as he staggered from the force Sif had used to slap him.

Sif looked at him smugly before snapping a warning.

“Say something and I’ll hit you again,” she warned, knowing very well what the result would be.

Magni looked at her indignantly and, inevitably, opened his mouth again.

“But fuck… why did you—AHHHHG—”

Sif watched with satisfaction as this time her blow shocked her son enough that he had to lean against the wall of the Great Hall.

And then, when her son looked at her attentively but said nothing, Sif spoke.

“You… my son, you’re hiding something. Something that has to do with your father and your grandfather, so… what is happening?” Sif said firmly, causing Magni’s face to contort with an expression of helplessness, fury, and… something else.

Something close to… fear.

But fear of what?

“I can’t talk about that, and whatever you threaten me with won’t make me disobey the All-Father. If you want explanations, ask him,” her son said before turning around and ascending toward the main hall, undoubtedly on his way to find Modi, get drunk, or fuck some elf.

Maybe even all three, Sif thought irritably before turning around and beginning to descend toward the All-Father’s workshop.

The Aesir Goddess was far from stupid. The atmosphere in Asgard was quite strange. She could not find a way to express exactly what was wrong in the Domains of the Aesir.

And no matter how much Odin tried to hide it, it was obvious that something had happened during that expedition in which he had taken his son with him, the same expedition that had left him so excited and pleased only a couple of weeks ago.

From the moment they returned to Asgard, Sif had received a particularly strange order: she could not see Magni for at least four days.

The All-Father had said that Magni had gotten into a particularly difficult fight and needed to recover, but Sif knew the King of the Aesir. If that explanation had been true, he would not have cared in the slightest about his son’s recovery, much less taken an interest in personally overseeing the healing process.

And that alone was enough to awaken her suspicions, but it was far from being the only warning sign. There were subtle changes in the atmosphere, but changes that Sif, with her cunning and observation, was able to detect instantly.

Odin had also changed. The All-Father seemed distracted. Even nervous, as though he feared that at any moment his fucking shadow might emerge from the darkness and murder him.

He hid it well, at least from the rest of the Aesir, but Sif was capable of recognizing the micro-expressions in his actions, filling her with even more doubts. His ancient eyes remained focused on something, even during dinner.

Heimdall had begun patrolling the walls of Asgard every day accompanied by a squadron of Einherjar, while entire squadrons of Undead soldiers were being sent into the Nine Realms with unknown orders.

It was as though Odin were expecting an attack, but to Sif’s surprise, no one had been informed of any threat. According to the All-Father’s reports… there was nothing of interest in the Nine Realms.

That was even more suspicious.

The Aesir had been born for war. They had been raised to fight and die in battle. If any enemy was foolish enough to attack Asgard, Sif was certain that every single member of Odin’s court would answer the call without hesitation.

So the real question was…

Why had Odin not sounded the alarm?

Why was he hiding that information?

What the hell had happened during that expedition to demand such a level of secrecy?

Sif did not know the answer.

But she would find it.

One way or another.

After walking for several minutes through the palace corridors, the Goddess finally reached the doors of the workshop, completely determined to enter and demand answers. If a threat was looming over her home and family, she wanted to be prepared for any eventuality.

However, before she could even touch the door, she heard her husband’s voice from the other side.

Thor was speaking with Odin, and judging by the tones they were both using… the atmosphere was… quite tense.

Sif stopped, placed her ear against the heavy wooden door, and listened, her magic nullifying any privacy enchantment cast by the All-Father, who was so distracted that he failed to notice her presence.

At least for now.

“It’s just that I cannot understand your mission, Father,” Thor said. “You describe a God. An extremely powerful one, coming from a foreign land. Three meters tall, jet-black hair and eyes of two colors. One emerald and the other golden.”

Thor paused, and Sif knew him well enough to know that he was quite doubtful such a man even existed.

She could not blame him. Being honest with herself, that description was extremely specific, after all. If someone like that existed on Midgard, all of Asgard would already know about him.

“That is not an appearance one can easily forget. If anyone had seen him on Midgard, we would already have been informed, especially if he were a God.”

Sif held her breath. She had never heard Thor speak with such sobriety. Which meant the All-Father had managed to keep him that way for the moment.

Giving Sif yet another clue that, indeed, this situation was extremely delicate.

And then, after several minutes of silence, Odin’s answer came.

“I know.”

The All-Father’s voice sounded grave.

“However, it is obvious that it is only a matter of time before this Golden Lion sends someone… or something… into our lands.”

Sif frowned.

Golden Lion?

“Our reckless incursions awakened his anger, a mistake on my part for which I take full responsibility. The coin I gave him should be bait enough. He will not come to Asgard, that much is certain, but… if we can capture an agent or servant, we may have a way to infiltrate his Realm. Furthermore, he is a danger to all Aesir,” Odin continued. “I saw it with my own eyes. And I saw that he was willing to tear your son’s head off with ease. And let us not even speak of his servant, the warrior with Sun-kissed hair. She beat him so mercilessly that I nearly lost him,” Odin said calmly and calculatingly, to Sif’s shock, who could now understand the state her son was in.

Being defeated in battle in such a manner would obviously leave scars on Magni, as well as a deep thirst for vengeance.

There was a brief silence before the All-Father continued speaking.

“You know I hate fighting when I do not possess the proper knowledge. Therefore, a tactical retreat was the most sensible strategy.”

Thor snorted.

“It is shameful that Magni was defeated in such a humiliating manner.”

Her husband’s voice was filled with fury, contempt, and mockery toward his own son, before he continued.

“He will be reprimanded. Do not worry,” her husband said, causing Sif to frown. She would rather die than allow Thor to punish her son for losing a fight against someone whom the All-Father himself avoided at all costs.

“You will do no such thing.”

Odin’s response was immediate, surprising both Thor and Sif.

“That fight was one your son could not win. Even you, with all your strength and power, I doubt you would be capable of defeating the Golden Lion, at least on your own.”

Sif felt a chill.

This was not a simple threat.

Odin was genuinely worried.

“We have to be intelligent,” the All-Father continued. “I have already sent my ravens to travel throughout the Nine Realms. If anything out of the ordinary happens, we will know.”

Thor remained silent for several moments.

Then he spoke again.

“And what about your wife?”

The mockery was evident in his voice.

Sif’s eyes widened slightly, having forgotten that small detail.

Frigg.

There was a prolonged silence on the other side of the door. Odin took a while to respond, trying to formulate an intelligent answer to Thor’s valid observation.

“I will send Modi to watch her.”

Another silence. Sending Modi meant that he had plans for Magni, more worries for Sif.

“You are right. She could be an ally of this Golden Lion.”

Sif felt her expression harden.

Who were they talking about? Judging by the way the All-Father spoke, it could have been the arrival of Surtur himself, considering the obvious terror Odin had toward this Foreign God.

“You have your orders, Thor,” Odin decreed. “Now leave. I must think.”

The next sound was a deep snort.

Then Thor’s heavy footsteps began approaching.

Directly toward the door.

Sif did not move. She was Thor’s wife, one of the most influential and powerful Aesir in the entire court of the All-Father.

She was not going to hide, least of all from her own husband. So when the doors opened and Thor emerged from the study…

“Sif!” Thor said in surprise, causing Odin himself to turn and look at her with his eye narrowed, undoubtedly furious that he had failed to detect her presence.

The Aesir Goddess merely looked her husband directly in the eyes, arms crossed and expression severe.

“Apparently… we have a lot to talk about, My Husband,” she snapped furiously.

The problems in Asgard had only just begun.