Lord Richard Potter POV
March 24, 1514
Potter Manor, England
My breathing was heavy as I stumbled down the hall of my manor, drunkenly searching for my destination. I, Lord Richard Potter, had no children of my own, and thus no heirs to carry on my legacy. I was an unmarried wizarding lord in my twenties, and I had been feeling increasingly desperate as I saw the years go by without any sign of an heir.
Finally, I made my way to my wife Sonya's room, where she was sleeping. I opened her door and silently crept in, pausing only to make sure I had a window of opportunity. I quickly subdued Sonya, ensuring she was unable to move by casting a silencing spell mouth.
Taking the opportunity, the spell had given me, I furiously pulled at my pants and undergarments, before thrusting myself into her. I grunted and panted as I desperately sought a more permanent solution to my heir problem.
Cumming with a dismissed satisfaction, I quickly recoiled from my wife, enjoying the short-term gratification of my act. However, before I went to sleep, I had another idea.
I stumbled off to the secret tower which housed my niece, 12-year-old Juliet Potter. Without a word I stormed through the door and silenced the room before ripping Juliet's clothing away from her sleeping body. Fear filled her eyes as she awoke to find me standing over her, with my exposed manhood throbbing with anticipation.
Without resistance, I opened her trembling legs, and forced myself inside her. I thrust and grunted, desperately seeking the same solution I had just found with Sonya. But it felt even better this time.
Pulling out of her, I put my mouth and tongue on her quivering womanhood, feeling more entitled and successful with each lick. I looked up at her naked body and contemplated what else I could do to her, as she lay helpless and petrified.
Finally, I satisfied with my perverted and twisted agenda, I left her there alone in her state of violated distress. I was disgusted with my actions, yet it did nothing to dull the satisfaction I was feeling.
But still, I knew the path I had chosen was a perilous one, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever manage to get away with it.
Pleasure Slave Juliet Potter POV
April 11, 1514
Flint Manor, England
I am Juliet Potter, a 12-year-old pleasure slave to Lord Flavius Flint of Flint Manor in England. I remember the day my Uncle Richard sold my sisters and me to these wealthy and powerful Lords, our parents dead and me unknowingly cast away. I was 5 when I first arrived at Flint Manor, and the House Elves were my teachers and guardians.
My Uncle Richard took our family tapestry and altered it so no one would ask about us, and then last month, he raped me. I felt so hopeless afterward that I tried to take my own life, but the house elf restrained me and brought Uncle Richard back in. He said he needed to get Lord Flint, Lord Black, Lord Dumbledore, and Lord Malfoy so he could sell us.
So, we were sold into slavery, me to Lord Flint, my 13-year-old sister Evelyn to Lord Malfoy, my 15-year-old sister Faith to Lord Black, and my 14-year-old sister Genevieve to Lord Dumbledore. We were no longer human. We were property.
Every night, it is required of me to please Lord Flint in the bedroom. He has other, much older women that he shares the bed with, but he always makes me ride his cock first. He would say, "So tight, my little woman, make your master come." and then I would speed up my bouncing, throwing my head back and letting out a loud moan as he came and landed on top of me. He would then whisper in my ear, "You are the perfect wife and mistress."
I knew at that moment that this is the way I will have to live the rest of my life and that thought always filled me with despair. But it also filled me with a little bit of hope – hope that one day I will be free.
Lord Mikhail Malfoy POV
April 14, 1514
Malfoy Manor, England
The sun was setting on April 14th, 1514, at Malfoy Manor in England, the ancestral home of Lord Mikhail Malfoy. Mikhail was 33, though his age belied the strength and power his stature held. He viewed his manor as a castle, and the people who surrounded him and those he commanded to obey him did so without fail.
Mikhail was desperate to see his legacy continued, but his wife of 9 years was infertile, and he knew it. So, he took matters into his own potent hands. Using his spell casting knowledge and powerful magic, he sought out a young girl from a nearby village to bring to his manor, under the guise of providing her a better future than she had knew.
The young girl's name was Eve Potter. She was only 13 years old, and beautiful. Weak to the charms and promises of a far better life, Eve followed him, completely unaware of what was in store for her.
Mikhail quickly cast a spell to keep her compliant and captured and used another to make her feel no pain. After he took her to his bedchamber, he casted a powerful fertility spell on her, and then set out to do what he had come for.
Mikhail undressed, and took becoming on top of her, spread eagle and eyes wide open. Eve was drugged and her body was unresponsive to what Mikhail was doing to her, her eyes still opened and aware. He rammed his cock deep inside of her, without taking any precautions to make sure she would not become pregnant. He grunted and panted as he slammed his hips into her over and over again, squeezing her petite body tight, his thrusts becoming increasingly more violent as he sought to ensure his heir was created within her.
Finally, in a voice as cold and calculating as the spell he had cast her, he said "Yes, so wet, so tight, so hot, you increased my cock size to so huge, and so hard, and I am cumming inside of you, so you get pregnant with my heir."
Mikhail felt a certain satisfaction as he lay beside her afterwards, the spell on her ensuring she would not remember any of it. He silently prayed and hoped that his spell had worked, and that she would soon swell with childbearing his heir.
Faith Potter POV
April 22, 1514
Black Manor, England
I couldn't believe it; my life had changed drastically in just the past month. My name is Faith Potter and just four weeks ago I was a normal heiress living in England in my tower. But on the day of March 22, 1514, my life as I knew it changed forever.
I had dreamt I had finished helping my mother with her daily chores and gone out for a walk to clear my head. Before I knew it, I was crossing the threshold of Black Manor, the famous castle owned by Lord Black and his family. I had heard stories of the castle, but I had no idea what I was walking into that fateful day.
I tried to make my escape, but it was too late. Lord Black was already waiting for me, and he had not taken kindly to an intruder in his home. Before I knew it, he had me thrown into a room with the house elves and told me that from now on I would be nothing more than his personal pleasure slave.
I was terrified and ashamed. I was brought before him every night and commanded to do his bidding, no matter how painful or degrading it was. He was relentless and I ran through dozens of humiliating acts each night, grossly satisfying the desires of my master. I had no choice - if I refused, I expected the consequences to be far worse.
Today, a month later was no different. I was being forced to pleasure Lord Black and the male members of his family as they took turns thrusting their cocks into me, each of them wanting me tight around them as they said those awful words, "Make your master come."
By the time they finished, I was in tears, pleading with them to stop. But my plea fell on deaf ears, and they continued on with their pursuit of pleasure the rest of the night.
As I lay there in pain and humiliation, I knew it was the end of my life as I knew it. I was nothing more than a pleasure slave now in the hands of Lord Black and his family and there was nothing I could do about it.
Pleasure Slave Genevieve Potter POV
May 22, 1514
Dumbledore Manor, England
I had been at Dumbledore Manor, a house of dark secrets, for two months now. As a 14-year-old, I had become Lord Percival Dumbledore's pleasure slave, my only purpose in life to be a living pleasure slave for the 100-year-old wizard.
Most days I was instructed by the house elves to read his magical tutors, from ancient tomes to modern blueprints. A non-magical tutor, a whore, taught me how to please him, a lesson I dreaded every night.
As I entered his bedchamber, Rose, his infertile wife, welcomed me. There, on his heavy bed, I would sit on his bare lap, my back to him, as he latched onto my hips with vigor. The pain never ceased to shock me as he took my virginity without ceremony, thrusting into me so brutally that all I could do was take in the shockwave of sensations and bear it.
Having taken whatever he desired, he would switch positions, taking me in every way he thought I would enjoy. Rose would silently stay by his side, the entire while emanating a spell, a fertility spell, she had casted onto me. I was his, to bring to life his offspring.
Finally, as the night drew to a close, Lord Dumbledore and I would talk like friends, curling up together in the eerie bed. I never felt as close to anyone as I did with him, even if our relationship was not one most would consider blissful. But I never longed to escape this fate, the irony of it all was that I was bound to it in life and death.
When Rose left, the house elves would come in to clean up, taking away the silent reminder of what had occurred. As I looked out to the dark night, my heart heavy, I wondered if anything would ever change for me in this lifetime, but I knew that no matter the situation, I would remain a slave forever to my Master, Lord Dumbledore.
Heiress Siriana Malfoy POV
June 23, 1514
Hampton Palace, England
I, Siriana Malfoy, Heiress of the Wizarding Family, lay unmoving in the gardens of Hampton Palace, July 23rd, 1514. Tears fell from my eyes as the wind rustled through my light blonde hair as I mourned the deaths of my cousins Jamie and Johnny.
Though they had been brothers to Queen Jasmina Tudor nee Potter, wife of King Henry VIII, she had been like a brother to her, Jamie and Jon had teased and comforted her as only siblings could do.
As I finished my pain filled dirge, I felt a presence make itself known. Sirina looked up to find a servant standing before her, politely informing her that King Charles V of Spain had arrived at the palace to wed her.
Confused yet still obedient to my rulers I complied, leaving my sacred mourning place to follow the servant to my chambers. There I was bathed and dressed in my finery, for the wedding.
Numbly I made my way to the alter, my feet, having a mind of their own, refusing to stop until I reached King Charles.
In a daze, I heard the blessings and prayers that the priest muttered until a golden band was being slipped onto my finger, binding them in marriage. Once the ceremony was completed, King Charles wasted no time in whisking me away to the place he would be staying for now.
Taking me to the bed chambers the King had the servants away, before leaving me in stunned silence, before returning and undressing them both. I lay there numbly as the King climbed atop me, thrusting his way inside her, panting and grunting yet I felt no pleasure or pain. With a last thrust of his hips, the King shuddered and spilled his seed inside me, before promptly pulling out and arranging for them to depart Spain the following night.
As I woke the next morning, the sound of the nightingale singing outside my window met my ears, and with it the pain of the love I could never feel.
Lord Jonathan Seymour POV
September 20, 1514
Seymour Manor, England
Seeing the maid come into the house and sensing her innocence, I am slightly angry with myself at the thought of what must be done. She would be in service to me, but also to the kings who would come to this manor. I nonetheless comforted myself with the knowledge that I must leave her pure for the King of France who would soon arrive, his wife, Marie Tudor in tow.
When the King and Queen arrived, I flourished as I showered them with lavish gifts and demonstrated utmost hospitality in their honor. I had prepared chambers for them, and secretly, other chambers for my own use. The young maid was sent to the chambers in the east wing to service the King.
I watched from my secret chamber with delight as the King threw her on the bed, tearing the cloth from her body. With great pleasure, I watched the young girl's innocence being torn away with every thrust of the King's manhood. As the King groaned in pleasure, I knew my task of leaving her virgin was long gone.
At this same time, my 14 year old son Edward had done wrong of his own accord. I had given him permission to do the deed if he married the maid. Knowing that, he had snuck into the Queen's chambers in the west wing and proceeded to perform the same deeds as the King.
He had drug the Queen, fastened a blindfold to her eyes and gagged her mouth, then he thrust into her. With a grunt, a pant and a splash, he had finished. He hastily sent the Queen back to the King, not knowing that she had a child growing in her womb, and with the maid, a child I would pretend was my son's.
In this moment, I allowed myself to feel satisfaction at seeing these two women in the service of my son and King, in turn. My own illicit pleasure could not be discovered, yet I could still bask in the atmosphere, as if in my own throne of sin.
Lord Mikhail Malfoy POV
October 12, 1514
Malfoy Manor, England
I glared in satisfaction at the thirteen-year-old slave girl, pregnant with my child. Her small frame was on the massive bed, weak and exhausted from the pregnancy. I approached her with authority and pulled a bottle of questionable looking elixir out of my pocket.
"Drink this." I commanded gruffly.
Evelyn Potter shivered and grabbed the bottle trembling. She took a swig of the strange potion, her eyes darting back and forth in fear. I stepped back and folded my arms confidently, watching. Moments later, her body convulsed and then relaxed, her grip loosening on the bottle. She had been sedated.
I smiled to himself, happy that she was too weak to resist. It would make removing the babies from her body much easier. I began chanting an incantation, enchanting my hands with a powerful spell. Slowly, my hands moved into her uterine walls, manipulating and coaxing the babies out. I could feel the babies' heads in the palm of his hands and gently pulled them to the outside world. As they slid out his hands, he could see they were two twin boys and two twin girls.
I immediately named them; Abraxas and Lucius were the boys, they had golden and black hair respectively, and the girls were named Lourdes, with brown hair, and Helena who had golden hair, who had fought bravely against him when he had tried to steal them away.
After giving the babies to the midwife, I returned to the bedside to find my wife, Sofia. She was still in a deep sleep, the effects of the Bewitched Sleep creating a peaceful slumber. She would wake soon, believing that she was the one who birthed the children.
I soon found myself distracted by a higher power. King Oberon of the Fae and his friend, King Gareth of the Goblins, had arrived for a surprise visit. I couldn't help but to take advantage of the opportunity to combine our magics.
The powerful Kings and I slept with the weakened girl. I grunted and panted alongside Oberon and Gareth, thrusting and coming inside of her. Unbeknownst to us, she was now once again impregnated, and within nine months twelve babies would be born.
With a satisfied smirk, I chained Evelyn up in her own cell. Servants were to feed, bathe, and water her, but that was all she was to receive. After giving birth, I would throw her out her and disown the babies.
I smirked one final time, pleased with myself, before turning my back and walking away to create a new life.
Lord Flavius Flint POV
December 12, 1514
Flint Manor, England
I, Lord Flavius Flint kneeled on one knee in the garden of the Flint manor. It was December 12, 1514, and my heart was full of emotion. Before me stood the beautiful Juliet Potter, her twelve-year-old orphaned self-looking so innocent and yet so alluring. Initially brought into my home to be a pleasure slave to him and his estate, the relationship had quickly turned into something more. Not wanting her to be for anyone else, I now sought to try and make her my own.
Taking her hands in mine, I spoke my proposal aloud. I could feel her trembling, but I still held her gaze, imploring her to accept my offer. When she gave a reluctant nod, relief flooded through him. Quickly I called for the high priest and shuffled him away, ordering the man to return with the proper gift and clothing for the ceremony.
With the priest gone, I wasted no time. I brought out my finest robes for us both and pinned them on securely. While Juliet blushed, noticeably uncomfortable and embarrassed in the presence of an elder, I smiled reassuringly. All of my magic skills had been honed to perfect this one moment.
Forgetting about the ceremony and the priest, I undressed Juliet slowly, tracing each curve and corner of her body with my fingers and eyes. I whispered a spell which served to restore her virginity, providing her a much-needed sense of safety and comfort.
Finally, I entered her, thrusting hard and deep. Each stroke of my body drove me deeper into a state of manic need. I was a man possessed, pounding away relentlessly as I kissed her neck and whispered words of love and adoration.
With each thrust, a deep blue hue spun around them. With his moment of climax fast approaching, I grabbed Juliet's right breast, where she had recently been hurt, and squeezed it hard as I shouted out in passion.
"Yes, take my cock, until I fill you with my son!" I cried out in my ecstasy.
Finally, the magic, love, and raw animal instinct of the moment ended with a thunderous roar as he released inside of her. Juliet had been his, and he hers, and it would be remembered like this forever. Withdrawing myself from her I looked into her eyes and whispered one final phrase to her for the night, "I love you, Juliet."
Lord Percival Dumbledore POV
December 14, 1514
Dumbledore Manor, England
I ran my hands through my long silver hair as I looked upon the young woman before me. She was barely fourteen and yet here she was, weeks pregnant with my children—all five of them, and all of them daughters. I knew that she longed to keep them, but there was no way that I could do that and keep up the appearance of a proper Lord of the Witching Family of Dumbledore. So, with a heavy heart, I made her an offer—one that I knew she could not refuse.
"You can keep them if you pretend to be my daughter and marry the man I choose—Lord Cadmus of the Witching Family of Gaunt. As a sign of good faith, I will also need you to get me a pleasure slave who will do my bidding. This promise holds even for my wife, Rose, who was promised a child of her own, despite her barrenness."
Genevieve nodded her head in agreement, but there was sadness in her eyes. I could see it, and despite my cold heart, it made me feel a twinge of guilt deep in the pit of my stomach.
Soon, the marriage between Genevieve and Lord Cadmus was complete and the two were wed, but I was not yet done with my nefarious plans. I carefully cast a spell on young Heather Gaunt—the virgin sister of Lord Cadmus—and with a single thought I had stolen her away. I ripped the garments from her body and threw her onto the bed of my chambers, where I proceeded to ram my big, thick cock inside her. She cried out in pleasure and pain as I moved in and out of her with fierce determination, grunting and panting with every thrust.
Once I had finished, I realized that I had created thirteen lives and now all that was left was to keep Heather asleep until the babies were born. With a wave of my hand, I cast a spell that would put her into a magical slumber and also freeze her aging until I was ready to wake her, or until her true love woke her with a kiss. After locking the door to my chambers, I promised myself that Heather would have her virginity returned to her, once she had given birth to my thirteen children.
Finally, I returned to my wife's chamber and kissed her deeply, not caring if she flinched away from my touch. She had been promised a child and so the notoriously evil Lord of the Dumbledore Family had kept my word, no matter how beneath me it may have felt. With one last glance back at Genevieve as she left, I retired to my bed for the night, content with the evil web of deception I had woven.
Lady Sonya Potter nee Delacour POV
December 20, 1514
Potter Manor, England
The smell of sweat and whiskey fill the room where I lay, my drugged state sending me to a near unconscious state as I hear my husband's voice. My eyes feel heavy, as they try to open, I can feel my husband's presence beside me and imagine his frustration. As I open my eyes, I am not surprised at the sight that greets me; my husband, Lord Richard Potter II, standing over me, his handsome face distorted with anger.
The drugs slowly make me drift back off, and I am ushered into a deep sleep. The next thing I know, I wake up in the same room, this time under different circumstances. The room is drastically brighter than before, and my body feels empty. I can immediately sense that something is wrong when I gaze at Lord Richard; he carries a deep sadness in his eyes.
I soon realize what had taken place, I had been forced to endure a c-section in order to remove all of my husband's fourteen children from my womb: seven sons and seven daughters. The first was Aegon, soon followed by his identical twin, Aeron. Then there was Lyanna, Lysa, Sansa, Arya, Rhaegar, Visenya, Jaehaerys, Robin, Rickon, Brandon, Damara, and the last was Elana. I had been pregnant for nine months, and I had delivered all fourteen babes.
My eyes began to close, and I drift off again. Upon my awakening, Lord Richard is still by my bedside, softly kissing my forehead. I search his eyes for any sign of the anger from earlier but there is none, instead he carries a relief that can only be settled with the sight of his children being taken care of. But something else is stirring.
He casts a glance to the door, and I follow his gaze to see his mistress, Lady Batilda, standing in the doorway pregnant with his fifteenth child. I feel an acute pain in my chest, embedding itself so deep that I feel it will be impossible to ever remove. I know that Lord Richard had always planned on marrying Lady Cersei, and this is his way of securing his lineage, but it still hurts more than anything in the world.
Lord Richard looks back at me and gives me a sorrowful smile, before leaving my side and escorting Lady Batilda out of the room. I lay there in my darkened room, unable to move and I feel this is my fate from now on. He will always have other women in his life, but I will forever be here, in my bed, his first and only wife.
Lord Stefan Salvatore POV
February 24, 1515
Salvatore Manor, England
I stared awestruck, my eyes transfixed on my sleeping newborn son, Damon Salvatore, resting in his crib. I felt overcome with a wave of emotion, and I gently caressed his forehead as I leaned in close to his sleepy face. My wife gracefully sidled up next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder as if to steady my thoughts. She smiled warmly and placed the hand that had been on my shoulder, now on her stomach.
It took me just the briefest of moments to realise that she was letting me know her surprise news – that we were expecting another child. I had been so caught up in watching my son slumber that I had almost missed the news that we were about to become a family of four.
I swooped my wife into my arms, picking her up from the ground and spinning her around in a circle. I couldn't quite believe that we were having a child, and more than that, that I would soon have a second baby to love and treasure in my home here at Salvatore Manor in England.
I gently lowered my wife back to the ground, pecking her gently on the lips before turning and gazing lovingly at my son. I knew that he would be a great age to be a brother or sister, and I knew that I couldn't wait to raise and train our next arrival.
The time for fun and games was soon to be over. I had the wealth and power of a Lord and I had the honor and promise of raising my son and daughter to be the best they could be. I knew then that our future was full of promise and that we would raise a family with integrity, strength, and love.
February 24th, 1515 was the day that changed my life forever, and one I will never forget.
Giovanna Salvatore POV
March 13, 1515
Forbidden Forest, Wales
It was almost midnight, within the Forbidden Forest of Wales, where I lay in my prison, with my husband and master. His breath cold and heavy as he slept whilst I laid there, tears streaming down my face as I stared at the stars twinkling above, thinking of my home, my family, and my freedom now out of my grasp.
Twelve months had passed since the night I was dragged from my home by my brother, Lord Stefan, to be sold as a broodmare to the centaurs. I remember his hateful eyes as he sneeringly promised my heart would be broken into such submission, I would never know true freedom and love again. As it turned out here I did find the love, of two centaurs, agreed to share me as their broodmares.
My first pregnancy nine months ago had ended in heartbreaking miscarriages due to the brutal punishment I often faced heterodoxically due to the fact I was never supposed to go expecting in this life. My emotions often pushed into submission, and my body dragged in all directions, Lazarus would often tell me I was enough.
By some miracle, this night nine months later I laid adorned with Orion's three human-children, bringing warmth at a time of such coldness. My eldest born daughter, Khariera and her twin sister, Amathena, whose father sprang me from the chains of my cruel brother, and my second born Phoebenia with her twin brother Titius, and at the end came our baby girl, the light of my life Hyrmosyne and her twin brother Demosyne, marking the great beginning of a new life for us all.
Alas, the happiness was soon overshadowed as Morphistos, the beta centaur, cowardly crafted his way in the door of the hut we wish to shelter in. He threw me to the ground and brutalised my body for hours on end, violently thrusting himself into me, until he was finally done. I felt my body left aching and my mind with a long bitter taste of resentment through to my core.
But even with such cruelty, I found the unbelievable love of Xenantes, a centaur who truly loved me, whose love I could feel and cherish even among these brutal circumstances and longing for freedom away from our wicked captors. He came to me, gently caressing and lifting my spirit, as he softly thrust himself into me. A grateful act of passion for my misery who seemed to understand that night I would inevitably soon fill with love enough to bring forth a new generation.
And now, here I lay with joy and more sorrow, with eleven children, growing in my womb, an accomplishment too large to be held within me. I had been through a lot since the day I arrived here, yet I felt a strange peace of mind. I knew I wouldn't stay here much longer, I was determined to escape this place, and take my children with me, and nothing would stop me from doing so.
Yes, I am finally feeling a hope I had long ago forgotten, a hope of freedom.
Cosmina Toretto POV
May 13, 1515
Dragon Cave, Wales
I am Cosmina Toretto and I live in outer cave of Dragon Cave in Wales. On this day, May 9th, 1515, I arrived in search for safety and security. All I need is a place to call my own, a place to shelter my young babes.
My twelve babes, seven males and five females, are just two years, five months, and four days old. And they have their father, a dragon named Drakon, to guard them over. As the weeks roll by my babes grow bigger and stronger, carefully cradled in my many arms.
My babe's names are Ruby, Daenerys, Annika, Genevieve, and Athena for the girls and Nikolai, Apollo, Orion, Lucien, Alexander, Damion and Titus for the boys. Everyday my brave warriors would come to explore the vast expanse of the cave. Together they show me its secret gems, and then retreat to the safety of our cave.
But on this day, May 9th, is nothing like I've ever seen before. I witnessed a group of seven dragons, larger and bulkier than even my feared and loved Drakon, descending into our little home in the cave. They approached me one by one, showering me with passionate kisses, and claiming my body with their 40-inch manhoods. But I felt no pain, only pleasure. I knew, deep in my heart, that my babes were safe in his arms, and I allowed myself to be taken.
The dragons filled me with pleasure, each one giving me something the others couldn't. My body shook and shivered with delight as my mind was taken away to places I never knew existed. As each dragon finished, it thanked me with a tender kiss or lick, granting me with a blessing I will never forget.
When the dragons were finished with me, I looked down and realized I was now with seven new children. I smiled at the thought of having 17 babes in 9 months time, and I knew this place was the one I belonged.
I kissed Drakon and thanked him for giving me growth and protection in this cave, where our babes will be kept safe and happy. For I am Cosmina Toretto, and here in Dragon Cave, Wales, I will stay.