The Nobel and Most Ancient House of Black
Chapter One
"Is he ready?" Cygnus Black asked of his sister, Walburga.
Walburga's smirk was cold a cruel as she met her brother's gaze across the pillows, her cheeks slightly flushed from the exertions of their rigorous love-making.
"He's of age, if that's what you mean, dear brother," Walburga purred huskily. "He will never be ready in the sense that he will comply. You know how he feels about his responsibilities and about the family in general."
"Just how did you birth such a wretched traitor, anyway?" Cygnus asked, smoothing his hand over his sister's bared stomach and enjoying the way she practically purred at the attention.
"If I knew, I'd cram the little bastard back to wherever he came from and try again," Walburga snarled bitterly. "Are your girls ready?"
"Andromeda is much the same as Sirius," Cygnus sighed, leaning over to suckle his sister's breast into his mouth. "Stubborn mudblood-fucking bitch. But she will be… persuaded... to fall in line and to bear the type of heir worthy of the Black bloodline, no matter her disowning."
"And Bella?" Wlaburga asked after her favorite niece.
"Curling her lip over the notion of birthing Sirius an heir now that he's revealed himself for a Blood Traitor. But she's a good girl, she will do her duty."
"What of Narcissa?" Walburga murmured.
"I'm concerned for Cissy," Cygnus mused, kissing his way across her chest to lave attention on her other breast. "While the Malfoy lad was a fine pureblood match for marriage, it is a complication."
"You believe they would question the origin of a child born with any but the white hair of the Malfoy bloodline," Walburga surmised, always knowing the direction of her favorite brother's thoughts.
"They would question it if a child was born with our black hair and grey eyes. You know they would. The whispers about our practices became a little more that whispers when you married Orion."
"Second cousins can legally marry the world over. It's nothing uncomfortable," Walburga protested.
"Yes, but it's still whispered about and frowned upon in some instances. It isn't in instances where the witch changes her name, such as when Aunt Dorea married Charlus Potter despite Charlus's mother being born a Black. You and Orion marrying meant you never changed your name and it put a magnifying glass upon us all. You know many doubt that Sirius is even Orion's."
Walburga pursed her lips in annoyance.
"Sirius is entirely Orion's," she retorted. "It's my darling Regulus whose paternity is in question."
Cygnus smirked at his sister, knowing very well that Walburga knew exactly who'd sired Regulus. It was why they were having the discussion at all. Sirius was required because while Cygnus might very much enjoy fucking his own sister, he wouldn't tolerate allowing his illegitimate son to sire the first-born heir his favorite daughter would bear.
"Indeed," he replied, kissing his way slowly across her stomach, tracing the faint white stretch-marks that she'd earned carrying his son to term.
"In any case, it doesn't matter," Walburga said primly. "If you don't wish to risk that Narcissa will be caught with a son not a true Malfoy, you will have to allow the girl her heir with her rightful husband. Bella, darling girl that she is, cleverly married Lestrange and no one will bat an eye when she births him a son with our raven hair and steely eyes."
"And Andromeda?" Cygnus asked, pressing soft kisses across her mound, enjoying the way Walburga squirmed and wriggled in anticipation for his tongue.
"That wretched girl has already birthed her firstborn and you know it," Walburga retorted. "It would ill-become her not to carry on the bloodline as is proper, however. She will bear Sirius an heir as well."
"How do you propose to lure Sirius to you in order to capture him? Will you Imperius him to do his duty?" Cygnus asked, ghosting hot breath over her sex and enjoying the little whimper that escaped his sister at the sensation.
"Alphard has agreed to lure him, intending to dose him with love potion and enough liquor to do his duty. You'll need the Imperius curse for Andromeda," Walburga murmured, her words ending on a moan as he carefully peeled her folds apart and dipped like a humming bird seeking honey.
Cygnus forgot the matter of their children as he lapped hungrily at his sister's slit, tasting their mingled essences from his most recent attempts to impregnate her one last time.
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"Uncle Alphard?" Sirius Black asked, striding into the house where his uncle resided. Alphard was one of the last members of the family who would even talk to him. Andie did, of course, and Aunt Dorea had adopted him like a second son alongside James, but they were the only ones.
"Sirius? That you, lad?" Alphard asked, turning to look at him from where he stood by the window, peering out into the garden beyond.
"You wanted to see me, Uncle?" Sirius murmured.
"Have a drink with me, lad," Alphard smiled gently, offering him a glass of whiskey.
Sirius accepted it easily, knowing his Uncle hated to discuss anything without a good strong glass of firewhiskey in his hand. He drank deeply from the cup, knowing his Uncle procured some of the finest whiskeys the world had on offer.
Alphard watched him drink it slowly, smiling sadly as his eyes began to glaze.
"You know I care a great deal for you, lad?" Alphard asked him quietly, still looking out over the gardens.
"I know," Sirius nodded, blinking at the effects as the love potions began to take effect in his system almost immediately. "Pretty fond of you too, Uncle."
"I… I called you here today because I need to tell you something, lad," Alphard said softly, turning to meet Sirius's grey eyed gaze.
Merlin, but the lad was handsome. There could be no denying it. No matter the inbreeding, Blacks birthed undeniably attractive offspring.
"I'm dying, Sirius," Alphard told his nephew gently. "I'm running out of time, lad. The jig is almost up for me. No, don't argue. I took a nasty curse a few years ago and it's whittling away at the inside. I've got maybe a year or two left before I take the first step toward that next great adventure."
Sirius blinked at him
"But…" the boy frowned, not pleased to hear the news. Alphard's heart clenched inside his chest. Maybe he shouldn't have let his sister talk him into this. Cygnus and Walburga were twisted. Sirius would never forgive any of them and it would all be a disaster.
"Like I said, there's nothing for it lad. I've made my peace with it. But, I really do care for you. Almost as much as I would were you my own son. Don't give me that look, you're not and you know it."
"With how fucked up our family is, I wouldn't be surprised if I were," Sirius muttered, drinking again.
Alphard wanted to wince once more.
"Well, you're not. I've never much cared for your mother, if I'm honest."
"Something we have in common," Sirius snarked.
"Indeed. Nevertheless, Sirius, I care for you as if you were my own son and with my clock winding down… Well, I'd like to see you siring an heir or two, lad. I know you're footloose and wild. I know you're not ready and you prefer to dine and dash, as it were, than to stay and enjoy the fruits of a well cooked and hard-earned meal. But I'd like to see it, just the same."
"You…" Sirius blinked at him, frowning a little. "You want to see me father a kid?"
Alphard nodded.
"You and that girl of McKinnon have a close friendship, don't you? Maybe she'd be inclined? Someone, Sirius. I know you loath the idea of inflicting your mother on any child you sire, but you've walked away from all that, lad. Don't do it to uphold the name or to carry on the bloodline. Do it because your favorite Uncle would very much like to hold your son or daughter, just once, before he dies."
Sirius was frowning fiercely but Alphard recognized the confliction in his grey-eyes gaze. He'd do it. He just didn't know he was about to do it a whole lot sooner than he might like, or that it would be with people he'd never consent to on his own.
"Another drink?" he offered the lad, sighing softly over his own weakness and his betrayal.
Sirius nodded, holding out his now-empty glass. Alphard filled it once more, watching the love-potion and the strength of the liquor take effect.
"I've got some things for you too, lad. Upstairs. Come." Alphard led the boy away through the house, up the stairs and into one of the rooms.
Bellatrix waited within, sprawled on the bed provocatively. Alphard knew the potion had Sirius firmly in its grasp when Sirius's breath left him in a rush at the sight of her. Shaking his head sadly, he watched as Sirius was drawn to her like an ant to honey, the potion effecting him fully now.
Slipping back out the door, Alphard Black closed it behind himself carefully, locking his niece and nephew within and refusing to meet the gaze of either his brother or his sister when Walburga's throaty chuckle came from the end of the hall.
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Bellatrix smirked at the sight of her cousin when he sauntered toward her. He was drugged, she knew, but there could be no denying his good looks. She'd finished school before he'd begun it but she knew all the stories of what a rake her Blood Traitor cousin had been and how gifted he was between the sheets.
She quivered with anticipation. She'd been drinking fertility potions and things to make certain she was ovulating and could fall pregnant and she wouldn't be leaving this room until she was carrying the next Black heir.
"Hello, Sirius," she purred to the young wizard, smiling invitingly.
"Hey beautiful," he smirked it reply. "Fancy a fuck?"
Bella might've laughed at his bluntness were it not for the potions he'd ingested.
"I thought you'd never ask," she laughed throatily, enjoying this perversion entirely too much. She sat up slowly, reaching for him carefully.
He tugged on her arm, surprising her since she'd meant to invite him down to lay on top of her. Bellatrix was shocked to feel the strength behind his grip when he hauled her up, right off the bed and into his arms. He twisted with her in his hold, shoving her up against the wall by the headboard, knocking the lamp from the bedside table in the process and Bellatrix hissed when he captured her lips.
He was rough with her, his teeth biting down on her lip, his tongue hot and skilled against her own. His hands slid up to grip her breasts hard enough to make them ache and he drove one knee between her legs, spreading them and forcing her short silk negligee to slide up her thighs invitingly. She could feel the evidence of his desire prodding her hip as she kissed him back.
Bella smirked against his lips, moaning when he pulled her hair and broke their feverish kiss to nip her neck.
He was anything but gentle. Rough. Brutal. Unforgiving. He tore her knickers from her body, the lace biting into her flesh as it disintegrated under his hands. He drove his fingers deep inside her passage, violent and unbridled. Bella dimly wondered if they hadn't drugged him a little too much even as she cried out.
Gods, the rumours were right. He was phenomenal. He crooked his fingers inside of her, finding that special spot that made her cream and Bellatrix was sure she would break. She could feel the passion and pleasure coiling within her under his assault.
When the orgasm crested and slammed into her, she creamed his fingers and she reached for his shirt, meaning to peel it off him. He stopped her.
"Did I say you could touch me?" he asked, his voice bitingly sharp, slurred only slightly. He shoved her hands away, biting her neck hard enough to leave mark as he undid his belt and fished his cock from within his trousers. Bellatrix whimpered at the feel when he dragged the hot flesh against her stomach, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum against her skin.
"Please, Sirius," she begged, reaching for his cock only to be stopped again. He gripped both her wrists in one hand, slamming them into the wall above her head hard enough to make her wince whilst his free hand fisted the silk of her negligee, yanking it hard, making the straps cut into her shoulder until they snapped, revealing her bare body to his gaze.
"You'll beg me to stop before the end," he whispered a carnal promise in her ear, hiking one of her legs up to curl it over his hip.
Bellatrix was positively dripping with need, hungry for it, hot for it, titillated by his brutality and his mercilessness. She'd never known her cousin could talk so dirty or be so rough. Digging her heel into his arsecheek, wanting him inside of her, she moaned when his knuckles bumped her clit as he reached for his cock, aligning it at her core.
"Gods, please," she begged. Sirius's chuckle was low and cold in her ear.
"Don't bother the Gods, Bella. They can't help you now."
She screamed when he drove into her, deep and high, brutal. The sting of tearing flesh and the ache of being stretched made her cry out with pleasure and pain in equal measure.
He didn't give her time to adjust to his girth. He just fucked her. Hard. Hard enough that her head banged the wall and her spine grated against it. He never released her hands and his free hand wrapped around her throat as he took her like some conquering barbarian, punishing her for her sins.
"Sirius!" she shouted when another orgasm slammed into her several minutes later.
His only reply was to fuck her even harder, hiking her other leg up until her ankles locked against the small of his back. The fly of his jean pricked her skin, chafing, rubbing her raw as he fucked her without even removing them.
"You're hurting me," she whispered as the orgasm ebbed. If Sirius heard her, he paid her no mind.
Bellatrix marvelled at his self-control and felt a pool of fear begin to fill her as he kept right on fucking her, making her ache. His hand on her throat was tight enough to choke her and Bellatrix clawed at him, trying to get him to release his grip. Her nails were sharp, drawing blood, but he didn't even flinch at the pain and Bellatrix wondered how much potion they'd actually given him.
Too much and he might actually kill her in his manufactured 'love' for her.
When he flung her on the bed, Bellatrix was exhausted. She didn't know how the man had such stamina, but her body ached and she was tired. She was dizzy from lack of oxygen for a prolonged period, and she was relatively certain she was bleeding. She tried to crawl away when she watched him move to the bedside table, his turgid cock hanging out of his jeans. He picked up the whiskey decanter and drank right from it, spilling a little on his shirt.
"Where do you think you're going?" he drawled when he watched Bella trying to crawl away.
Bellatrix let out a little squeal of fear and anticipation when he caught hold of her ankles and yanked her back to the edge of the bed. His hands jumped to her hips, hiking her arse up into the air and Bellatrix wriggled at the exposure she felt in such a position.
"Don't," she protested quietly when he swiped his hand over her cunny, gathering the juices from her orgasm and smearing it further around.
She shivered at the press of his cock against her puckered back entrance when he curled around her, pushing her down further onto the bed and holding her still.
"Did you imagine this would be about what you want, Bellatrix?" he asked, his voice like ice in her ear before he nipped her earlobe.
Bellatrix squealed when he pushed forward, forcing his way inside her tight, virgin hole. His arms bracketed her shoulders, preventing her from writhing out of his grip. A ragged sob tore from her throat, tears gathering in her eyes at the pain when the head of his cock cleared the ring of tight muscle, spearing deep.
"No, no, no," Bella sobbed. "Not this. You're not supposed to…"
Sirius laughter, when it came, sent chills running down her spine.
"You'll take what I give you and like it, slut," he growled in her ear, withdrawing before shoving back in.
Another cry escaped her, ragged now. Pained. There was rough and then there was this, and Bella didn't like this. He used her then, his hips snapping as tears ran from Bella's eyes, trickling down her cheeks and dripping from her chin. It hurt. It burned like nothing she'd felt before. But he didn't stop.
He'd been right. She begged for it to be over before the end. Worst of all was that, through the pain, she found pleasure too. She hated him for that.
As though he knew what was required of him, despite the drugging, he yanked his cock from of her arse and crammed it back into her cunt, his bollocks slapping against her flesh, his movements growing jerky before he spent himself inside her, squirting her full of his seed.
Bella didn't even know anymore whether or not she wanted to damn things to take root. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to kiss him, too. She'd never known it could be like that. When he was spent, he shoved her down, releasing her until she sprawled in a mess of curls and sweat and tears upon the bed. There was blood on her thighs and her bum burned like fire.
Sirius didn't even speak to her as he shoved her away before he sauntered off into the bathroom. The sound of the shower running made her realise she was alone.
For all of two minutes.
"Bella, love?" her father's voice came from the door, soft and questioning.
Another soft sob escaped Bellatrix at the comforting sound and the door creaked as it opened.
"Merlin's ghost," Cygnus Black muttered at the sight of his daughter, half-dead on the bed.
"What is it, Cygnus?" Walburga asked and Bella startled at the feel of someone's hands on her flesh once more.
"What did he do to you, love?" Cygnus asked, frowning as he rolled Bella over, uncaring at her nakedness. His eyes were full of concern as he peered into her face.
"Get me out of here, Daddy," Bellatrix muttered. "It's done."
Cygnus frowned at the address. She hadn't called him 'Daddy' since she'd been five years old. Worried now, he scooped her into his arms, carrying her like she was still just a little girl, cradling her as he picked her up and carried her out of the room.
"Cygnus… what?" Walburuga asked. "Bella, dear? Are you alright?"
Bellatrix nodded slowly, feeling like she'd been the one who was drugged, rather than her cousin.
"Don't…" Bellatrix tried softly. "Don't let him… have… Andie."
Walburga frowned at her.
"He's got to, dear. It's important. Where is he?"
Bellatrix shook her head, trying to protest again, feeling like he'd taken every ounce of her strength for himself. Feeling like she needed to protect her sister, even if she was a Blood Traitor who'd married a mudblood. She lost consciousness before she could voice her thoughts more clearly.