Harry's Dominant Dark Ladies
A Dominant female Voldemort realizes in the graveyard that Harry is her submissive mate but, just as she was going to claim him with her lover, he escapes, but she will not rest until she claims him and his love. [Female Voldemort x Narcissa x Harry Potter]
Tags; Female Voldemort, AU, Futanari, Futa on Male, Tickling, Non-Consensual Tickling, Mommydom, Age Play, Spanking, and more!
This is meant to be a crack-fic and not meant to be taken super seriously. This is all just in the name of fun!
Chapter 1 - The Graveyard
Harry Potter was NOT having a good time.
Actually, he was fairly certain that if someone was in his shoes currently, they would probably want to be dead rather than be alive.
Being forced into this stupid tournament against his own will, having his friends turn their backs on him – at least Hermione had a change of heart by the time the First Task came around – then, having to be in multiple life or death situations.
Then, having to see Cedric Digory, the true Hogwarts Champion die right before his eyes thanks to one of Voldemort's lackies, and not even have a chance to even mourn the death of the Hufflepuff.
And now, here he was, bound to a large tombstone, as he watched with horror as large plumes of smoke started to plume out of the bubbling cauldron, and soon enough, Harry's eyes widened as he heard the distinct voice of his worst enemy starting to fill the air with her cackles of delight.
Through the large, dark plumes of smoke boiling up from the cauldron, one could see a figure slowly rising up, growing taller and taller by the second.
Eventually, all the power contained within the cauldron simply exploded, in a bright flash of white light that could blind anyone in an instant. All of the power that Voldemort had, along with the powerful spell that was used to revive Voldemort back into a proper body was simply too much, and the cauldron could no longer hold it in.
Once the blinding flash of light finally subsided, and the dark mist finally blew away thanks to the breeze picked up from the explosion, Harry was able to witness the new form of Voldemort, back in her proper body.
And, despite knowing how wrong it was, and for the fact that it was his enemy, Harry couldn't look away from the sight that was befalling his eyes, and as Harry greedily drank in the sight, Voldemort herself was looking over her body as well.
Lightly tanned skin that was absolutely flawless, with the light sheen of the remaining liquid coated her body, giving it a soft shine, her legs seemed to go on and on, before eventually ending with toned thighs that one could easily rest a head on, and it was connected to wide hips that could captivate any man.
Blushing brightly, Harry's eyes glanced upwards, just a tiny bit more, and he couldn't help but pause and stare at the naked slit of the woman's sex, and he could make out the pink, slightly puffy lips of her pussy, and if he really squinted, he could see that they were practically glistening.
However, Harry's mind shut down when something else began to form on Voldemort, and it left him reeling with disbelief.
Now, growing just above her glistening slit, a pair of large, round balls formed, before they dropped down, covering her slit from view entirely, then, in an instant, something else formed, and it was a cock, that was many times bigger than Harry's own, and even in its flaccid state, Harry could tell that it was still bigger than his own when it was erect.
Just that thought alone made him a little jealous, but those were slowly ebbing away as his nostrils flared out, and his keen sense of smell was able to smell something musky, and it was making his cheeks flare up with a small blush that he tried to keep under control.
Finally tearing his gaze away from the crotch of Voldemort, Harry could see that her beauty was truly unmatched.
She had a model-like appearance. Her face was unblemished with any wrinkles or marks, she had high cheek bones, full pink lips, and a cute little button nose, and almond shaped eyes that were truly a captivating chocolate brown color, and all of this was topped as her gorgeous, silky brown hair that had darker highlights in it fell down like a curtain of silk down to her lower black.
The moment of silence was broken by Harry, as his eyes finished greedily drinking in the sight of a naked woman before him – the very first naked woman he had ever seen before in his life, "Beautiful." He murmured out quietly.
However, it was so silent that his voice carried, and reached Voldemort's ears.
Hearing that, Voldemort looked towards Harry, a seductive smile forming upon her face as she sashayed over towards him, "Why, thank you dear~" She cooed out, bringing out a perfectly manicured finger and gently trailing it underneath Harry's chin, causing him to shiver in revulsion – and slight arousal, much to his shame.
"Mistress?"
"What!?" Voldemort snapped, snapping her head around to face whoever disturbed her.
And, it was Wormtail, who was trying his best avoid looking at her, something which made her nod happily, as that little pathetic person didn't deserve to gaze at her beauty. And, blinking a few times, she noticed that he was holding out a cloak for her to cover herself with.
Despite it not being the best quality, it was certainly better than nothing, plus, it would be all too easy to take off for some more fun time~
Taking the coat from Wormtail's hands, she quickly wrapped it over herself, making sure to try and cover her body.
He suddenly yelped when he felt a wand pointed directly at his stomach, "You are no longer needed, Wormtail." She said harshly, before the tip of the wand started to glow a violent shade of green.
"Wait, no! Please!" Wormtail begged his eyes glistening with tears as he tried to beg the Dark Lady for his life.
However, she was having none of it, and quickly spoke out, "Avada Kadavra!"
And, just like that, in a terrible flash of violent green light, the spell hit its mark, and Wormtail's entire body froze up, before he fell over.
He was dead before he even hit the ground, as was such the deal when hit with the Killing Curse.
"Now." Voldemort murmured out, putting the wand away in a pocket in the robe, and with a smile upon her face, she turned on her heel and faced Harry, who was looking at her with widened eyes, "What do to with you..." She murmured out, coming up to him once again, and gently trailing her hands over his face, and more importantly, tracing her hand over his scar.
And, unlike before when she had taken over Professor Quirrel's body – an experience that she quickly forgot – when she touched Harry, she didn't feel any pain.
And that made her giggle, "I knew it~" She murmured out, gently cupping Harry's cheek, and forcing him to look in her eyes.
Harry tried his best to force his head away from Voldemort's grasp, however, it was no use. She was just too much stronger than him, and him being tied up like this wasn't helping.
"I can touch you..." She whispered out, before a small little titter escaped her mouth, "And... I can feel something... connecting us... on a grand scale... something... magical."
Harry felt the color drain from his face as he heard that. He didn't want to be connected to Voldemort any more than he already was, his life was already hard enough as it was!
"I understand now..." Voldemort whispered out, her eyes gleaming with hints of lust, "You, are my mate. My chosen one."
Harry felt his heart plummet, and he couldn't help but yelp out, "No!" He said, renewing his struggles to try and escape his predicament, "That can't be true! You are a horrible person! A sick murderer!"
SLAP
Harry flinched violently as he suddenly felt a searing heat within his cheeks, and he could already feel the handprint forming upon his skin, "How rude, talking like that to a lady of my stature." Voldemort said, her hand upon her chest and acting all offended, "I shall forgive you for that. Only once though. Do it again, and I will punish you." She said, before she turned around, and she couldn't hide the excited smile she had on her face, "Oh, I must tell my lover of this great news~"
Then, almost fumbling to get her wand out of the cloak pocket, she quickly pulled back the sleeve of it, revealing that Voldemort had some kind of intricate marking on her right arm, one that had the initials of someone in a small little heart.
Placing her wand to the mark, she sent a heavy pulse of magic through it.
At first, nothing had happened, however, suddenly Harry heard something. Looking up as best he could, he noticed that there was something approaching them, coming from the sky, covered in a large plume of smoke.
Then, whatever it was crashed into the ground, the sheer impact alone was enough to send the smoke, and kicked up dirt particles to scatter within the wind, and it limited Harry's vision.
Then, as the smoke started to clear, Harry could see another figure, and soon enough, the figure stepped out.
And, Harry felt his heart freeze at just exactly who this woman was.
END CHAPTER
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