Ch 3. Black King to White Knight One
It was never easy an easy thing to reunite with family, less so when said family member had no previous knowledge of Narcissa's existence. Well that wasn't necessarily true, apparently Euphemia Rowle had taken it upon herself to deprive her daughter of knowledge of her parentage and allowed Rodolphus Lestrange the opportunity to corrupt her with ideas of Voldemort's greatness.
It had taken Narcissa days to purge the seventeen year old of such foolish notions but she did eventually manage to convince her that Voldemort wasn't her sire, though she wasn't particularly proud on how she proved her point. It had been one of those impulsive moments that she rarely had, mother and daughter had been discussing Delphini's parentage for what felt like the twelfth time in the last hour and Narcissa had just about enough. With a wave of her wand Narcissa tore away at the girl's new silk robes leaving her in the nude.
Poor Delphini was a small, skinny girl, her skin was gaunt like Bellatrix had been after her escape from Azkaban, and her hair was a mess of black curls that seemed resistant to all magic Narcissa employed in an effort to control the mess. The girl was almost a copy of her beloved Bella except of course because of the one thing that she had inherited from her. Delphini had an eight inch cock that stood proudly even when she tried to cover it.
With one more wave of her wand, Narcissa's own robes vanished. The sight of her ten inch erect cock had stricken whatever words of shock that were going to escape her daughter's mouth. Delphini gaped as her mother walked towards her, her hips swaying in the most seductive of ways. Once besides her Narcissa leaned in and draped her arm over Delphini's shoulders.
"Close your mouth, darling, it's unbecoming of your station." She whispered into her daughter's ear. "Now dear, mommy's going to teach you how we Blacks destroy our enemies." With tempered step, she guided Delphi towards the main hall where Nymphadora was waiting for them with her head bowed. She looked as she normally looked except that her usual purple hair was as black as a raven's feather.
"Go." Naricissa ordered while pulling away. Strutting towards her simple throne.
Delphi was a fast learner, Narcissa had to admit, when it came to traditional magic but no so much the more carnal rituals known to the Noble and most Ancient House of Black. The girl looked so very much like her mother that Narcissa had trouble reconciling how differently she acted from her dearly departed Bellatrix. Delphi was vicious and sadistic but shy about her undernourished body, which translated to rather dull attempts at reinforcing the loyalty ritual with either one of her two concubines.
As such Narcissa watched boredly from her seat in the main hall. She observed with critical eyes as Delphi clumsily thrusted in and out of Nymphadora. The metamorph was unsurprisingly on riding her daughter's dick as she was currently pined down by the more experienced woman. It was doubtless Delphini was trying to create some kind of illusion of control.
Narcissa sighed, this was tedious.
She had half a mind of ripping Nymphadora off of her daughter and dragging her into the master bedroom and reliving her stress. She would have used her mudblood but she was busy making preparations for the three visiting veela that would be arriving later in the evening, but she needed to conserve her energy for the evening's trap.
There were a number of reasons to go after the Veela. The first was getting a foothold in France, a preparation should things become to dangerous to stay in the United Kingdom. Gabriele and Fleur were sufficiently high up in the French ministry and Gringotts bank, respectively, that the transition would be relatively painless once she achieved Lordship; The second was that like the two before them they were powerful Allies to Potter and taking them away would only hurt any attempt of retaliation he may bring to bare; and thirdly, it would hurt Molly and her ilk.
That's why she needed Delphini ready, she could handle two Veela but three without help was too much.
Narcissa had such high hopes for her daughter, but she had yet to prove her devotion to the House as she had so clearly demonstrated for the fallen Dark Lord. While she no longer believed him to be her sire, there was a loyalty there that she could not tolerate at the moment.
"Take control, dear." It wasn't a suggestion, but as much as Delphi struggled against the metamorph she lacked the drive to do anything about it. That's when Narcissa realized what she needed to do to get that spark that would make the girl worthy of the Black name.
"Is this really how you will treat the enemies of our lord?" She questioned, a fire lit in the younger witch's eyes and suddenly her thrusts became harder… more the filled. It wasn't long before Delphini flipped them over and plowed into her depths while holding her legs apart.
That was what Narcissa needed. She needed to exploit the rage for her plans to succeed, so, allowing her to finish was not in her best interest at the moment. Suddenly she stood up and pulled her daughter away for the moaning mess on the floor. Delphi gave her a wild look that she had only seen on Bellatrix face when they had been interrupted but still relented once she saw the stern look on Narcissa's face.
"Get dressed and head over to the Mudblood's apartment." She ordered without looking away from her daughter. Nymphadora nodded and left the hall without a word.
Once they were alone blonde witch drew her in and captured her lips.
How could she not expect the best from the purest Black witch in three generations?
xXx
Nymphadora watched helplessly as Lily kept giving Fleur, Victoire, and Gabrielle glasses of wine in the guise of a 'girl's night in'. Fleur was under the impression that they were having the get together to celebrate her thirty ninth birthday. The three Veela had taken to drinking the wine as if it were water and by the second hour the they were thoroughly sloshed, yet still they drank. Lily drank to ease the guilt of luring her friends into a most pleasurable demise and Nym drank because it was the only thing she could do to pass the time before Narcissa showed up.
The party had devolved quickly from there, cards were played and clothes were lost until only Nymphadora was dressed and by that point she only had a pair of black lacey knickers.
Fleur was beautiful as ever, and clearly mother hood had only helped to make her formerly small breasts larger and puberty had hit Gabrielle like a trolley because that girl looked like her sister did in Harry's fourth year. Victoire was beautiful in a different way, she was less exotic than her mother and aunt but the Weasley blood only added to her uniqueness. She had small breasts and her skin was much paler, she had bronze colored hair that with a few blonde hairs that made it seem as if it shined under the light.
Not to mention that they were all very horny, the three were blasting their allures at full force hoping that either Lily or herself would make the first move but the same magic that bound them to Narcissa kept the allure at bay.
It wasn't long after that they heard a knock coming from the door. Lily pretended to smile as she rose. "The entertainment's here!" she said with faux excitement.
"Divertissement?" Gabrielle asked looking at Fleur who merely shrugged and arched a delicate eyebrow at Nymphadora.
Nym could only grin and look away.
In soon enough two naked figures entered the room. One, she recognized as Narcissa the other looked like her deceased aunt but sporting a rather large hard on. Nymphadora noticed that the smaller one was probably around Fleur's daughter's age if not a bit older but that didn't seem to bother Gabrielle who nearly slammed the girl against the couch as soon as she was in arms length. Fleur made to do the same to Narcissa but the older witch was too fast for the Veela. Nymphadora moved to pin the youngest Veela in an effort to distract her and hopefully Narcissa would be sated by the time she noticed eager Victoire.
Narcissa moved with grace as she sidestepped Fleur and pushed her against the wall. Narcissa poked the Veela's weeping cunt with the tip of her dick but would stop just as it was about to enter. The older witch then proceeded to nibble around Fleur's neck and stop once she reached her pulse point. Narcissa then turned her head and looked at the struggling girl, whom Gabrielle was riding, and glared.
"Control her." She ordered and the girl nodded.
The teenage witch pushed Gabrielle off with one strong shove, knocking her to the floor in front of Nymphadora, and mounted her like a dog in a rut. The girl was clearly inexperienced but she made up for it with her with her seemingly boundless energy.
Her eyes locked onto Nym's and the girl smirked. She hadnt even learned her name but Narcissa had allowed the little wench to use her.
Once she was sure the girl had the situation under control did Narcissa return her attention to Fleur. The pure blood witch had thought that Veela were to proud to beg but with the way Fleur did sit was clear that whoever told her that had no idea how to handle one. Narcissa wanted tease the girl till dawn but she didn't have the patience for that, so she slowly sheathed herself into the blonde's pussy with as much restraint as she could manage.
Veela were sexual creatures that decided whom they would mate with by judging their prospective mate's stamina, magic, and girth. Narcissa had once been told by a former lover, Apolline, that she was the perfect mate for any Veela and clearly she wasn't exaggerating as she watched the veela under her quake under the stress of a thorough plowing. That had been thirty eight something years ago… she wondered what had happened to Apolline?
Deciding that she would find out later Narcissa pulled the vela from the wall and planted her on her knees in front of her sister. With aft hand she pulled Fleur pony tail forcing her to look at Gabrielle, Delphini mirrored Narcissa and made both Veela look at each other as they neared completion.
Delphini and Gabrielle being the less experienced of the two pairs came first. The young witch slammed the young vela with reckless abandon and the young veela milked her cock for her seed. Delphini resisted until she finished murmuring the spell Narcissa had taught her, once done she allowed the fountain of cum to flood Gabrielle's womb and spill out into the floor.
This being Delphin's first orgasm with another person she knew she was hooked. The young futa didn't stop though as soon as she finished coming she continued to pound into the sloppy mess that was Gabrielle's cunt.
Narcissa watched with a smile but she did not remain idle. She had pushed Fleur into an orgasm and she was pushing her into another. She gestured Nymphadora to her and as soon she was close enough she pulled her into a deep kiss. Lily was playing with Victoire's pussy vigorously as the magic inside her commanded her to do.
Lily sadly watched from the couch as her friends were bound to Narcissa and now to a girl she'd never seen before.
Narcissa came with a roar worthy of a Gryffindor, piercing the Veela's womb, and flooding it with her potent seed. The magic bound them together as it had done both Nymphadora and Lily before her. Like the girl, Narcissa did not stop she continued to fuck Fleur for hours until the oldest of the three went limp.
It was clear that by this point Victoire was more than ready to join in even though she had been kept back and by the disappointed look on Narcissa's face as she pulled out she was still very much ready to go. Reluctantly Lily and Nymphadora took a few steps back as the Matriarch of the returning house approached the Weasley first granddaughter with a dick coated in semen and her mother's cum and lust in her eyes.
She offered it to the girl, who for her part looked hesitant for a split second but that all changed when she saw the satisfied look on her mother's exhausted face.
The Lady Black laughed as the veela took her in with her mouth. She was one step closer to her goal, one step closer to her revenge, and one step closer to victory.
Now the only question she had ask herself was: Who's next?