WARNING:

I do not own Harry Potter or affiliations. I do not profit from this story. Adult themes and fetishes will be contained.

Upon waking the next morning, Aries discovered his nightly emissions had soiled his pajama bottoms. Looking towards his night stand, he noted a single Dahlia, black petals still dewy. Caught between flushing in embarrassment and piquing in curiosity, he plucked the bloom up to his pert nose, inhaling the intricacies of the fragrance and rubbing the soft petals on plump lips. Stretching momentarily, he rolled out of bed and began his morning ablutions.

Sipping milky, sweetened breakfast tea and feasting on poached egg on toast, Aries perused the Prophet. Lips tightening at the front page, more suppositions on the whereabouts of the reclusive Harry Potter, the riled Lord tossed it where it belonged, the rubbish heap.

"Humph, you'd think these people would focus on something more newsworthy, like charities and such. What a waste of printing material," he sulked to an attentive Kreacher.

The wizened old elf bobbed his head in agreement, master knew best.

Over his tepid tea, Aries reminisced over his fitting last evening. Draco had set an appointment for his Opera robe fitting with the premiere wizarding French designer, Benoit. As he hadn't had the privilege to be afforded his own designer, Aries had no idea what to expect. Certainly not the foppish middle aged wizard in the baby blue jacquard over robe with matching ruffled pantaloons. Golden ringlets swinging gaily about the excitable dandy as he fluttered about Aries, the esteemed Benoit plucked and clucked at the simplistic casual wear in disapproval. After vetoing many of the more grandiose and ruffled robes (monstrosities), Aries had approved of a tasteful yet exquisite set of sumptuous dress robes. The cheeky Frenchman had given him a lewd wink, handing over a taupe business card to the blushing ingenue before exiting the home, plump bottom wiggling suggestively.

Finishing the dregs of tea, a blushing Aries ascended to his boudoir to attend his toilette.

As he was much too excited about his first Opera visit, Aries decided to investigate the extensive basements before he had to primp for his evening. With rolled up shirt sleeves, he set to work. The first room he came upon was a dilapidated game room. After a quick lumos, he noted a mildew encrusted billiards table sitting forlornly in the center of the room, one broken leg tilting the table towards the cracked tiles underfoot. Passing quickly through an archway, the next room was in even worse disrepair. Broken furniture filled the entire room, numerous doxy nests and corpses littered amongst it. Spying a nearly hidden door in the far corner, Aries shoved various pieces around to make a path through. Upon reaching the hidden entrance, the rusted door knob wouldn't budge. After trying an alohamora, and a few other lesser known unlocking charms, he was about to give up. As he turned to walk away, the door eerily creaked open a sliver. Peaking through the crack, Aries was somewhat disappointed.

Fully opening the heavy door, the room was practically bare. The prominent feature of the room was an odd chair centered above a floor drain. To both sides of the spartan room were counter spaces with numerous storage cabinets. Opening a few drawers, Aries noted threadbare wash clothes, some blankets, basins, and numerous items he couldn't begin to describe. Turning back to the chair, Aries suddenly had the urge to sit in it. It really was an odd chair, it resembled a type of deck chair. That is if half the seat was missing. Tentatively settling onto the very edge, the inquisitive young man hesitantly leaned fully into the sturdy chair.

While being unpadded, the solid wood seat wasn't too uncomfortable. The back had a pleasant pad and headrest. Settling his legs on the separate rests, Aries found the chair perfect for its purpose… which was what exactly? Puzzled, he silently contemplated the lever on the side. Debating internally if he should pull said lever, he sighed in defeat, his curiosity winning out. Pulling the lever reclined the chair, hinges creaking. The concept was interesting, it reminded him of Vernon's muggle lazy-boy. Continuing to pull the lever, Aries suddenly found his legs spread brazenly and knees pulled almost to his chest. As the chair allowed him to assume the proper position, the room subtly began to brighten. Brow furrowed as he wondered over the purpose of such a chair, Aries tuned out the hushed whispering that had begun. As the whispering grew louder and closer, green eyes glazed slightly and the room had taken on a hazy quality. He felt a tight pang travel up from his groin, shooting up his abdomen. Groaning slightly, baritone turning alto in surprised pain, Aries attention was drawn to a figure huddled off in the corner, stirring a steaming cauldron. The witch, for that was what she was, was dressed in antiquated healers garb.

"Milady, you'r almost ready to push," enthused a female voice from somewhere below.

Looking down between suddenly nude, feminine thighs spread widely and a ridiculously bulged belly, Aries noticed a woman who was obviously a Black relative with what seemed like her entire hand shoved in what must be his vagina, checking his cervical dilation.

Not only was he extremely uncomfortable, a new contraction caused him to moan out in a high pitched whine. Gripping his contracting belly, Aries could feel the tightening. Panting heavily, the contraction finally ended.

"On the next pain push Lady," the attendant instructed firmly.

Feeling the next contraction, Aries put his chin to his chest and pushed, feeling a stretching pain in his vaginal canal. As the contraction ended, he gasped loudly, not prepared for another to immediately start. Grunting with effort, he pushed again, feeling a slight increase in pressure. The contractions were non stop, wearing down an already weary laborer. After carrying around his burden for nearly 10 months, he was more than ready to meet his baby. As said burden neared the vaginal opening, Aries felt unbearable pressure.

"Lady, I see the head, you'r almost there, one big push," enthused the perfectly coiffed coach.

Screaming in agony, Aries pushed through the ring of fire, the newborns head descending to the outside. It didn't end there, however. Large shoulders caught on the rim of his abused sex, spreading his vagina obscenely as he pushed through the indescribable pain. In a gush of birth fluids and blood, the shoulders were birthed and his attendant was allowed to pull the squalling babe completely free. Taking a rest and panting heavily, Aries babe was laid against his soft breasts, the attendant putting his protruding teat to the tiny searching mouth. Rooting for the nipple, the babe latched on directly, suckling hungrily.

"It's a boy, Lady," she congratulated.

As his babe feasted on nutrient dense colostrum, he cold feel his uterus continue contracting, trying to birth the placenta. Aries began pushing, finally the afterbirth was expelled into the waiting receptacle the healer gripped. The placenta was then taken to the counter to be inspected and added to potions for mother and baby.

Coming back to the present, Aries sighed longingly. He still faintly felt the rush of love of a mother for her baby, and heard a lingering ghostly cry. Releasing himself from what he now knew as the Black birthing chair, Aries retreated to his bed for a much needed nap.