Queen Jasmina Tudor nee Potter POV
January 10, 1512
Hunting Lodge, England
My husband, King Henry the VIII, pulled me ever closer to him as we galloped away from Hampton Palace, his strong arms holding me tight. I knew what that meant. I breathed in a deep sigh, the cold winter air stinging my lungs. We were headed to our hunting lodge, his usual retreat when he wanted to be away from the court.
With each thud of the horses' hooves, my heart dropped a little more. I had seen the same hungry look in his eyes before, when each of my children had been conceived. Knowing where this was headed, I knew sure sign the same would happen once more.
The wind whipped through my hair, and the chill set in deeper as we rode swiftly towards our destination. Knowing fully what was about to happen, I embraced it. After all, another heir was important for the kingdom, and it was for love for our country that had my heart swiftly beating against my chest. We were creating our own destiny, for our country.
The lodge seemed closer than before, and we couldn't be there fast enough. Henry dismounted first and then scooped me off the saddle, as though I weighed nothing at all. He carried me up the many stairs to our room and set me down on the bed with such tenderness I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.
We stood there, both of us looking at each other, knowing what was about to come. He pulled my hands to his lips and kissed each one tenderly as I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love.
As he entered me, I knew in that moment that, yet another crown prince was being created, this one with the hope of protecting our country and ensuring that our sons and daughters would live happily for many years to come.
For this was why I had married King Henry the VIII. It was my destiny and his to ensure the best for our little kingdom, England.
We lay, exhausted, but beaming with joy at the knowledge that we had created yet another prince.
As I drifted off to sleep with the content knowledge that my husband loved me, I prayed for protection of the unborn child and the future of our kingdom.
Sir Fabian Gracey POV
February 20, 1512
Brothel, England
My feet slowly made their way down the cobblestone path that led to the infamous wizarding and vampire-friendly brothel. I had been coming here for some time now, and it never failed to thrill me. I took in a deep breath, savoring the scents of incense and anticipation that filled the air.
I made my way towards the main entrance and was quickly ushered in by the host. He gave me a knowing smile and led me through the winding halls. Finally we stopped at a door; he opened it, revealing the luxurious private chambers that hid within.
I smiled as I stepped into the room, my gaze quickly finding the three figures waiting for me. I made my way towards them, my eyes glancing from one to the other. Mara Prewett, Harry Creevey, and Cassian Blake - the perfect trifecta.
Without a word, I removed my pants and underwear and made my way to the bed where the three of them had made themselves comfortable. Slowly, and skillfully, I explored each of them; savoring the sensations that the touches elicited from them. Soon, I found myself making love to Mara Prewett, and then - barely taking a break – I branded Harry Creevey as mine.
Having made me love and pleasure, I paid the host for their services, and - with an additional significant contribution - asked him to send them to my manor. My wife would think them nothing more than new servants, but to me they were more than that; they were my lovers.
With a satisfied smile, I made my way out of the brothel, eager for my next visit.
Fenrir Greyback POV
May 13, 1512
Greyback Mansion, England
The full moon shone brightly through the window of Greyback Mansion, flooding the room with its silvery light. I was in my chambers, locked in embrace with my mate. Our fiery passion burned between us, a consuming ever-growing heat that we were both swept away in. My body moved in time to hers and I felt my heart beating faster and faster as I moved to take her with more intensity. I was lost in the bliss of our lovemaking, and in that moment, I knew that we had conceived our litter of pups.
As I lay panting in her arms, I tried to savor the moment of contentment that filled the air, even though I knew it could not last. I had to leave soon, for I had other obligations.
I rose and kissed my mate tenderly, as I knew it would be some time before I saw her again. Then, I quietly slipped out of the chamber and made my way to the quarters of my beta, Natasha.
I could smell her before I even reached the door, and I could almost sense her need for me. I knew she was aching for my embrace, feeling the same intensity that I had with my own mate. I heard the thump of her heart increase as I pulled her close, and I felt my own body respond in kind.
What I had not realized was that in our shared passion, this night would give us our own unexpected gift. We had unknowingly conceived a litter of pups that would bring us both joy and sorrow in equal measure.
For now, though, I wanted to relish the moment, to simply bask in our mutual desire and love. As the night stretched on, I was pretty sure that I had found my true mate in Natasha.
Lady Pandora Aurelius nee Lestrange POV
June 20, 1512
Aurelius Manor, England
I stood by the window, looking out at the stars in the sky, a handsome silhouette of my three lovers behind me. I was finally able to live my life to the fullest, given that my husband was away on business for the next three days.
It had only been six months since our arranged marriage, but I couldn't help but be glad that he had taken up the offer to go away and leave me alone. I could finally live my life to the fullest, to finally be able to act upon my desires, with no one judging.
Gathering up my skirts, I faced my beloveds - the handsome Lord Abraxas Malfoy, Duke Godric Potter, and Duke Balor Slytherin. I embraced each of them with tenderness and love, before leading them to the privacy of my own chambers.
The four of us consumed the night with passionate lovemaking, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. As our passion reached its peak, I finally felt a part of me that had been missing - the feeling of a life taking root inside of me.
We did not know it then, but I had conceived triplets in that very night. Now, I faced an impossible decision - the triplets had to be passed off as my husband's, for honor's sake, yet I could not bear the thought of denying the fathers of my children.
My husband was due to return in three days, and on that very night, I will make love to him, allowing him to make love to me and give each child their father's name.
It was an impossible decision to make. As I lay in the arms of the men I so desperately loved, I closed my eyes and prayed that the future holds a better solution for us, for the children, and for my beloved husband.
Lady Hortensia Blackwell POV
Greyback Mansion, England
I could feel my body trembling as I stepped into the Greyback Mansion. Even from the outside it reeked of authority, of power and control. Alpha Fenrir Greyback had called for me, and I was determined to answer.
I walked down the dimly lit hallway, aware of all the eyes upon me. I knew why I was here – to be a breeder, to increase the pack. I had heard rumors of the Alpha's desires, and I had done my best to stay away from him. But the call had come, a summons I could not ignore.
As I reached the center of the pack, I saw Alpha Fenrir standing before me. He looked at me intently, like he was sizing up his prey. He stepped closer, and I could feel the heat of his body radiating against me.
Without warning, Alpha Fenrir pressed me firmly against the wall and began kissing me passionately. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. I was surprised at the intensity of his desire, and yet I could not help but be aroused by it.
When he finished, Alpha Fenrir stepped back and looked at the pack. He had made a public display of affection towards me, showing that I was his favorite and desired above all others in the pack. This shocked me, and yet I could not deny the pride swelling within me.
Afterwards, Alpha Fenrir's Beta, Nathaniel then proceeded to make love to me, completing the process of breeding. All the members watched intently – I had become a breeder in their eyes, and there was nothing I could do to change that.
Though I was a virgin before today, I had become something more through Alpha Fenrir's actions. I was a breeder and did my part to help the pack grow. I had played my role and made my mark in the world, forever.
Siriana Malfoy POV
Malfoy Mansion
July 13, 1512
I arrived in Malfoy Mansion, my brother's home, on the night of July 13, 1512. As I stepped through the doors, I could immediately feel its rich history – it had been home to the same family for generations upon generations.
I was here to meet my brother, Lord Mikhael Malfoy and his new wife, Lady Sofia Delacour. As I roamed the halls, I took in the beautiful furnishings and pristine decorations. Everything was a testament to my family's wealth and legacy, and I felt a great sense of pride.
As I continued to explore the mansion, I heard a soft humming coming from the garden. I made my way through the grand double doors, stepping out into the star-filled night. In the garden, I saw my brother and his new bride, they were sitting together, their hands intertwined.
This was my first time meeting Lady Sofia, and I must admit I was a bit intimidated. My brother was now married to one of the most powerful women in England, and I was unsure of what to expect.
But Lady Sofia welcomed me warmly, and soon we were laughing like old friends, with my brother smiling proudly. I realized that I had no reason to be scared – Lady Sofia was just as kind, loving, and generous as any other woman.
I stayed with my brother and Lady Sofia for a week, and I will never forget their hospitality. Of course, I never would have expected anything less from the Malfoy family.
As I left the mansion, I was filled with a sense of hope and excitement for the future. I was so lucky to have been born a Malfoy- however, I would soon find out that it was not just luck that had allowed me to be so fortunate, but the hard work of my ancestors before me.
Lord Alexander Velarious POV
September 20, 1512
Knockturn Alley, England
I had been living for centuries, a vampire condemned to live alone, doomed to feast on the blood of others. Last night, on my walk through the winding alleys of Knockturn Alley in England, I made a discovery that changed my life. Out of the shadows stepped five noble witches that had been wandering aimlessly.
My heart pounded with terror and excitement as I stared at the ladies before me. Her eyes locked with mine and I found myself captivated by each of them. Sofia Wealey with her reddish hair, blue eyes, button nose and chiseled cheeks, Theodora Gaunt with her black hair, green eyes, Grecian nose and sharp cheeks, Rosalina Peverell with her blonde hair, purple eyes and Grecian nose, Cassiopeia Black with her black hair, silver eyes, sharp cheeks and button nose, and Felicia Bones with her brown hair, brown eyes, soft cheeks and button nose.
I could feel desire washing over me like an ocean wave. I took each of them in my arms and let my fangs plunge deep into their veins. I drank the sweet nectar of their blood and then I offered them my own. I looked deep into their eyes as I embraced them, their trembling lips spoke the same wordless prayer.
One by one, I changed each of them into vampires. I became their master, and they became my brides. We had to make it official, of course, so I had a vampire priest marry us. The ceremony wasn't complete without adding my family crest to each of their chests. Without hesitation, I ripped Sofia's gown off and the priest burned the Velarious crest upon her breast, a wolf howling at a moon. The others were branded in a similar fashion. I could see the pain and terror etched on their faces, but finally, it was done.
I took each of them home and promised to protect them forever. They had become a part of me, and I a part of them. Even though we would never be the same, we would always be linked in life and in death.
Queen Jasmina Tudor nee Potter POV
October 20, 1512
Hampton Palace, England
I lay in my bed, sweat soaked on my forehead, pain coursing through my body. My husband King Henry VIII was right beside me, his eyes to the bundle of joy and love placed between my chest. As I lay in agony, I named my children one by one.
First, I named my first son Aegon, taking the brave and adventurous name of the first Ravenclaw heir. His tiny feet and his gurgling sobs reminded me of a little dragon and put a smile on my face.
Then I named my second son, Rhaego. I gave him the loving name of the great warrior prince, for I had seen promise of courage in my son's eyes.
The third son was Viserys, named after the powerful Potter Lord, who ruled with an iron fist. He was the one who I was most proud of for his fiery eyes and wild locks made him look like a little dragon, strong and unafraid.
Fourth was Rhaegar, for he had a strong and sturdy presence as if he was ready to tackle anything life threw at him.
Baelor and Daeron, the fifth and sixth son respectively, were named after the wise and loyal brothers who stood together through thick and thin.
The seventh son was Daemon, for he filled my heart with hope to remain just and kind no matter what situation we faced.
Lastly, as a gift to my husband, I named my daughter, Rhaella. I left the Ravenclaw legacy for her too. Her beautiful features and graceful nature had me promise her every happiness.
I looked at my husband with tears in my eyes, and he in turn smiled through his own tears of joy. Our children would be the pride of the Tudor dynasty with the legacy of the Ravenclaws. With a few days, the cries of seven dragons and a princess filled the palace.
And so, my dreams of a strong and powerful dynasty were fulfilled, and I gave thanks to the gods who blessed us with their gifts.
Giovanna Salvatore POV
November 13, 1512
Forbidden Forest, England
The smell of crisp autumn air enveloped me as I watched from the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I shivered, despite the heavy cloak I had donned that morning. I was too far away now that I had been sold as a broodmare, too far from my home and my family.
My brother, Lord Stefan Salvatore, had sold me to a herd of centaurs and here I was, standing amongst the trees in my new home. All around me, the other centaurs gathered, their strong, muscular frames intimidating me, knowing that I was now amongst them.
Suddenly, a commanding figure emerged from the pack, and I could tell he was their leader. He introduced himself as Orion and his eyes instantly locked with mine. I felt my skin grow hot under his gaze. He was huge and imposing, towering over me with a fiery iron in his hands.
Time seemed to stand still as he branded me, in front of the other males, and then to my surprise, he bent down and swept me up in his arms. I should have been frightened, instead I felt a strange calm come over me as he carried me away from the herd.
Once we were far enough away, he put me down. His mouth was suddenly close to mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Before I knew what was happening, he was in me. I gasped in shock, almost unable to comprehend the pleasure and pain that was coursing through my body as he thrust harder and faster.
Just as quickly as it started, it was over. He pulled away from me, not knowing the consequences that had come of it.
My life had just changed forever. I had been taken as a brood mare into a herd of only 12 males and no females. To my surprise, the other males had taken a liking to me, just as I had to them. I had a new family now, one that I had never expected, but one that was undeniably full of love and warmth.
Cosmina Toretto POV
January 13, 1513
Monsieur Merlin's Brothel, England
The creaking of the aged door echoed as the young man entered Monsieur Merlin's Brothel. It had been eight long months since I was sold by my father and taken here against my will. I was twelve, too young for the seediest brothel in all of England, but they had no respect for that. All I could do was take the drugs they gave me to make my body compliant and hope they didn't harm me in the process.
The room was dark and silent, my tremors steady yet barely there. I was alone, with no idea who would be entering the room. I was scared, to say the least.
The door opened again and he stepped in. He was no ordinary man, but a dragon in his human form. His large body was masked in a well-tailored suit, yet he had an air of danger to him.
He stood and scanned the room before his eyes settled on me. I shivered as a thrill passed through my body and I wanted nothing more than to please this dragon. He stepped closer, his hands slowly moving to cup my face and I felt my heart race at the thought of what would happen next. His manhood was huge, almost 40 inches of pure pleasure, and I felt it pushing against my thigh as he got closer.
He moved in slowly, bit my neck softly and then started kissing me fiercely. I felt my body responding to his touch, grinding my hips against his, despite being drugged. His thrust grew harder and faster as he came, and unknowingly, the act was enough to fertilise me with 12 dragonlings.
When he had finished, he pulled away abruptly and told me I was coming with him. I couldn't comprehend what had just happened, nor did I want to, as he carried me away to a secret cave deep in the woods. I was terrified, yet grateful not to have to finish my night in this brothel.
That was the first of many nights, spent in his cave.
wanting to show, aside from the fantasy part, females were prob kidnapped sold, etc., into slavery for prostitution... the brood mare thing is cause I hear of breeder fanfic soooo...