Black King to White Rook One

Narcissa Black sat in the darkened main hall of the Malfoy estate with sipping a glass of cheap red wine Kreacher had stolen for her from a Muggle convenience store. She looked forlorn at the once vibrant walls of the house she had shared with her son and once husband for nearly four decades were now barren and lifeless. She had fond memories of this place that if she continued on her inactive path would become her tomb. She remembered the times she'd and Bellatrix would sneak away and fuck in an effort to relieve the stress of war like they'd done when they were teenagers in Hogwarts.

It was saddening to see, but there was nothing she could do about the sorry state of her family affair, Harry Potter and his ilk had seen to that.

Once Lucius was taken to Azkaban and Narcissa divorced the fool, the Ministry abolished the Malfoy family name and stripped them of their fortune, to "aid" in the rebuilding efforts (Of course, that money was lost soon after) it was only providence that the house and land was under her name or she would have lost it too. Draco was forced to take his wife's name in an effort to retain some form respect amongst Purebloods, and thus he was forbidden from interacting with her.

It was grating, seeing her son taken away from her but once more there was nothing she could do… except take the title of Lord Black from Potter.

Narcissa's eyes widened and her glass nearly slipped from her hand at the realization. Potter had three children but none of them had a strong enough claim on the House to claim anything besides Potter. If she could find a suitable child barer she could snatch both the prestige and the title away from him.

It was a brilliant plan but she was missing one particular detail for it to have the barest chance of succeeding: She needed partners. She who had been blessed at birth as a child Venus could not seed herself and a Lord could not bare the children so she would need others for the monumental task ahead of them.

The most ideal candidate would have been Andromeda but while magic preserved beauty and youth it did not heal the complications that her second oldest sister had experienced upon her child's birth and thus she could not safely have anymore children. This left Narcissa with a particularly puzzling conundrum, did that mean Nymphadora was an eligible candidate and if so what would be the cost.

In one hand taking the metamorph would be a great boon to her bloodline and at the same time it would gain her a foothold in the Ministry but on the other hand it could alert Potter that something was amiss. If she were to go on with her plan she would need to strip away the pillars of Potter's kingdom and take them as her own.

"Kreacher!" She suddenly bellowed. The old house elf instantly popped infront of her and took knee.

"How can Kreacher serve the Mistress?" He asked in worn raspy voice.

"Bring me a chess board with all its pieces." She commanded coolly and dismissed him with a wave of her manicured hand, she knew exactly where the House Elf loyalties belonged to and as such she saw no reason to show the traitor kindness. The elf nodded its wrinkled face and disappeared only to return moments later with the requested parcel. She didn't even grace him with a look as she began setting up the board.

Potter had the advantage:

Nymphadora and Lily Potter, his mother, were his Rooks.

Fleur Delacour and Luna Lovegood were his Knights.

Granger and her husband were his Bishops.

And Ginevra was his Queen.

Narcissa represented by the Black King stood without her Queen, or her Rooks, or her Knights and isolated from her lone Bishop. It would be Imperative that she would strike at the Rooks if she were to have any chance of victory and she would do just that.

She just needed to execute her plans quickly.

XxX

Nymphadora had been surprisingly easy to seduce, her niece had gone to a bar after leaving her son at the Potter's. She waited until the young metamorph had at least two drinks in her before making her move, she didn't even have to use a lust potion to get her into bed.

The young Metamorph was laying naked as Narcissa slowly stalked towards her. She was like panther approaching its prey swaying her hips just enough for her hardened ten inch cock to sway along with them. Nymphadora's eyes followed the large head with both fascination and lust. With surprising tenderness, Narcissa's right hand drifted over her niece's soaking cunt and trailed its lips. This would undoubtedly be the only moment that Narcissa planed to be gentle with Nymphadora.

Once she was sure she was appropriately lubricated Narcissa climbed onto the bed and positioned the tip of her cock against the Metamorph's pussy and thrust in. The Black Matriarch thrust into the girls depth and only stopped once she began feeling resistance. Narcissa grunted as she almost lost her control to the hot slick cavern that was Nymphadora's pussy. It had been years since she'd sheathed herself in another but she was quick to recover her composure and set a punishing pace.

The purple haired Auror proved to be surprisingly flexible as she was fucked by Narcissa's ten inch member. The older witch had her niece laying on her side screaming her name as she hugged one leg and rubbed her own pussy on the other. Each time their hips met Nymphadora moaned loudly and Narcissa enjoyed the sensation of her tip kissing the cervix.

Their fucking was rough, sweaty, and violent, and wild. Nymphadora's nails dug into her back and Narcissa's fingers tangled in the violet strands and tugged in an effort to stave off her incoming climax.

Narcissa chanted an old family spell that would bid the metamorph to her and increased her fertility without Nymphadora feeling the change in magic until it was far too late.

By that point Nymphadora didn't have the strength to push her away when her aunt bottomed out, piercing her womb with head of her red cock, and bred her.

XxX

Narcissa sat naked on her bed, with her legs just far enough apart for her niece to service her, pondering her next move. The most obvious move would be to take Potter's other tower out of play before taking his knights. But taking Lily Potter as a slave could be potentially problematic and it wasn't because of the woman's blood status. She virtually knew nothing about the woman, unlike Nymphadora she couldn't just fuck the answers out of Andromeda. Narcissa's eyes widened as her load shot into her nieces mouth and revelation struck.

But she could fuck it out of Nymphadora.

Narcissa smiled at her attentive niece who was both glaring at her and massaging her dick with her mouth. With her right hand she pushed the metamorph's mouth off of her cock. "Dear Nymphadora, what can you tell me about Lily Potter?"

Her niece's glare intensified but the magic binding them together forced her into answering. "That she asked me if II knew someone who wasn't intimidated by her status as Harry's mother, that she likes roses and hates petunias, that she'd love to go to the new restaurant in Diagon ally... the one that's always full next to Olivander's." she gritted out through her teeth. "That she's attracted to dominating women."

Narcissa smiled and motioned Nymphadora onto her lap. Once her niece was properly mounted on her cock and bouncing did Narcissa speak again "And how do you know this?" She met Nymphadora's hips just as she was coming down.

Her niece was too busy moaning to answer so Narcissa thrust painfully and asked again. "How did you come by this information?!"

Nymphadora cried out but managed to answer. "I'm her best friend!"

Narcissa grinned a plan formulating as her climax approached.

The former Malfoy matriarch sat up and kissed Nymphadora, grinding their hips together as if they were truly lovers and Nymphadora wasn't just one of the mothers of her future children. "Thank you for the information, dear." She once more pulled back, buried herself as deep as she could against her niece's reluctant womb, and came. Nymphadora from a a torrent of seed. Smack against the back of her womb forcing her into her long expected orgasm. "Here's your reward."

Once done she let the exhausted girl rest on the bed, her elf kept Nymphadora's hips in an elevated position to add to the odds of pregnancy.

Narcissa left the room with a purpose; she had a letter to write.