Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.
Chapter 2: Dealing With Daughters
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Narcissa led the two women into the sitting room with Harry following close behind. In the month since she moved in with him, the blonde witch took it upon herself to help with the refurbishment of the Black family home. She stated that only someone raised as a Black would know how to properly care for the ancestral house. Harry gave her full permission to do as she pleased with it, so long as no elf heads would be hung on the walls.
Thankfully, that little oddity seemed to be entirely a Walburga decor choice as Narcissa facilitated the new more elegant designs of the refurbishment. It had somewhat winded him with the amount it cost to hire the necessary curse breakers and wizarding contractors, but in the end Narcissa reassured him it did not so much as scratch his vast coffers.
The sitting room they found themselves in now was the same one where Harry made his claim on her. Now however, the faded wood flooring had been torn up with fresh mahogany boards taking their place. The peeling wallpaper had been stripped bare and replaced. Brand new furniture filled the room as well, sans the one chair that Harry kept. It had been Sirius's favorite.
It was that chair he sat in now as he motioned for the two ladies to sit on the brand new love seat across him. Narcissa walked to the newly installed liquor cabinet and poured him a small amount in a chilled glass. She walked back quickly, handing him the glass with a smile.
He raised an eyebrow in confusion when she sat on the arm of his chair instead of the available seat to the right of him. Internally shrugging it off as he turned to face his unexpected guests.
"What exactly can I do for you Mrs. Parkinson?" He questioned.
The older women let out a small cough, "Apologies my lord, but it is customary to offer your guests refreshments before speaking busin-"
"Silence." He ordered, keeping his voice level. However, both women still jumped at the hard tone in his voice. From beside him Narcissa subtly rubbed her thighs together.
'Merlin she's such a slut' Harry thought amusedly.
"I care not what you see as customary. Especially when you arrive at my home unannounced and uninvited demanding an audience. Now I will ask again and you will answer. Any deviation or further insolence and I will have the wards forcefully expel you from the premises. Do I make myself clear?"
The Parkinson matron nodded her head quickly, not saying a word in fear of invoking his anger.
"Good." He stated simply, leaning back in the chair. Narcissa's hand reached out and began stroking his arm. "Now what do you want?"
"My lord we simply wished to speak to you regarding the- how you say- outstanding debt our family may owe to you. Cassius's choice to swear away everything was foolish but despite that the Parkinson's will of course honor that promise."
With a gloved hand, the woman reached into a small pocket purse and pulled out a stamped piece of parchment. She held the item out towards Harry with her head bowed. Harry's eyes shot over to Pansy sitting quietly by her mother, the brunette not meeting his eyes.
Nodding to Narcissa, the collared witch took the offered parchment. She quickly scanned the contents with a glance before scoffing and handing the slip to him. Harry read the parchment, which was revealed to be a Gringotts deposit slip, before he too chuckled quietly.
"Ten thousand galleons? Really? You think you can just throw a measly amount of gold at me and wipe away your family's debt? Don't make me laugh."
The older witch had at least the decency to look ashamed, bowing her head with a grimace.
"I apologize my lord but it is all we can afford. The Ministry has come down hard on our family. Most of our wealth and businesses were seized for war reparations. We barely have enough to maintain our manor!"
Harry rolled his eyes. He knew the Ministry's garnishments would be tough but he also knew that Alerie Parkinson was lying through her teeth. Oh he was sure that their finances took a hit but Narcissa had informed him some time ago that nearly all old pureblood families moved a good chunk of their wealth over to the continent during the last war. Harry would bet his own vault that the Parkinson's still had a pretty penny kept safe in an offshore account somewhere.
Regardless, money didn't interest him anyway. He had enough gold to last him a thousand lifetimes and their paltry fortune would be but a drop in the bucket. Still, regardless of the male Parkinson's prison sentence, his family still held a seat in the Wizengamot, and Harry would need a great deal of voting power to pave a new and better world free of bigotry and discrimination.
Though how he would ensure that their voting power remained with him he was not sure. Claiming political power may not be enough to satisfy the magical debt. He technically already owned it and as such magic might not deem it a worthy sacrifice. No he needed something tangible, something that mattered to the family.
Once more his eyes glanced over to Pansy. The gears in his head started turning as he looked over the curvy brunette witch. Oh how he would love to push her face into the ground and fuck her savagely from behind. He had fantasized about that exact scenario a few times over their years at Hogwarts. A bitch she might be but a drop dead beautiful one regardless.
He smirked internally as he made up his mind.
"No matter. I have no interest in gold Lady Parkinson." He said dismissively, the Gringotts slip bursting into flames within his grasp. He eyed them with a level gaze before speaking again. "Pansy." He said causing the girl to jump slightly, "Come here and stand before me."
The girl looked quickly to her mother for guidance, the woman simply nodded urging her forward. Hesitantly Pansy stood and walked over to his chair. Standing before him she kept her gaze to her feet. Harry laughed internally at this. At school she was always so outspoken, with venomous words quick upon her tongue. She never shied away from mocking or belittling him. Yet now she stood before him meek and nervous. Her heart surely pounded against her chest as she finally realized just who held the power.
"Turn, slowly." He commanded evenly. From the couch Alerie's breath hitched as she realized what he was doing. Though he knew a small part of her wasn't surprised. Why else would Pansy be dressed in such a tight and low cut dress? No Alerie expected this, even if she wouldn't admit it, and she had ensured her daughter was dressed accordingly.
Pansy obeyed his command, spinning slowly where she stood. His eyes raked over her body. From her round jutting breasts, thin waist, and heart shaped ass, he drunk it all in. Reaching forward quickly he pulled the bottom of her short dress up above her pale cheeks. Pansy squeaked in surprise but said nothing. She stood completely still as his hand grasped and kneaded the creamy flesh. Her soft bottom gave way under his fingers, the skin rippling with every move. She wore a thin and lacy thong. The straps of which were thinner than shoelaces. Using his other hand he pulled the large globes apart and eyed her crinkled hole. The strap of her thong barely covered her back hole and he could easily see it in all its glory.
With a firm slap to her jiggling behind, Harry grasped the girl's hips and pulled her into his lap. Pansy gasped at the sudden movement before bracing herself against his chest for support. Her eyes looked up quickly into his burning gaze and she threw her head down with a blush.
Harry chuckled before looking up to the girl's mother.
"I think Pansy will stay with me for now. You may send her belongings here within the next few days. Until then? Get out."
The speed of which Alerie stood and exited the Black townhome irked Pansy somewhat. Her mother did not even deign her with a goodbye before she left her there to be ravaged by the man. With a hesitant look she turned her gaze back to Harry's face. She gulped slightly at the intensity in his eyes. She was starting to regret being such a bitch back at Hogwarts.
Hours later Harry found himself in a truly wonderful position. Below him with her arms spread and tied to the bedposts lay Pansy. Her ass was pushed up high into the air as Harry pounded ruthlessly into the girls tight asshole.
"I have to say Pansy I truly thought that you would be a terrible lay, but buggering you is actually extremely enjoyable."
Pansy's continuous grunts were her only response. They had been going at it for nearly three hours now. Her mouth was plundered first. Seconds after her mother had left Harry pushed the girl against a wall and shoved his cock down her throat. Only once he seed sufficiently filled her stomach did he move on. Harry had taken her tight forbidden hole next. He had taken pity on her and lubed the orifice generously with his wand. She was not so lucky as to receive his fingers first, instead he chose to dive his cock right into the formally virgin hole.
He pounded relentlessly into her abused back door. Already he had found his release within her hot depths twice and he was well on his way to a third. His balls slapped around the girls gushing cunt. Her fluids flowed freely as she came over and over again from the anal fucking. He had yet to take her pussy, instead choosing to save that for last.
With a mighty groan he filled her bowels once more with his seed. Pansy squeaked out her own moan as she felt his release, another orgasm racking the poor girl's body again. He said hilted inside her clenching asshole for a few moments. Savoring the feeling of her tight hole before pulling out. Her ass was now gaped wide from the abuse it faced from his large cock. It clenched loosely around something that was no longer there as small strings of his seed slowly dripped out.
With a wave of his hand the girls wrists were unbound. Pansy groaned at the feeling, reaching up to rub her sore flesh. She rolled over with shaky legs, stretching them slightly as she tried desperately to regain some feeling.
"B-bloody hell. It's a wonder Granger had such a stick up her arse when she had that bloody monster fucking the daylights out of her!" Pansy exclaimed with heaving breaths. Her legs were effectively jelly and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand if she tried. Harry didn't argue against her incorrect exclamation. Instead he simply maneuvered himself until he knelt comfortably between her legs.
A door slamming shut echoed down the hall with a sing song voice following behind it.
"I'm baaack!" Narcissa exclaimed. Moments later the busty blonde waltzed into the room. She didn't even blink at the brunette witch's current state as she pranced over to Harry's side and pecked him on the cheek. She lifted up the bulging bags in her arms with a smile.
"Oooo just wait till you see what I got for our new pet!" She squealed, sounding like a school girl twenty years her junior.
One by one Narcissa began to show off the increasingly sluttier outfits. There was everything from maid outfits with the ass and breasts exposed, outfits made entirely from belts and chains, and lingerie that would even make an experienced prostitute blush. There was even a set of cat ears that only came with nipple pasties and a feline tail attached to a butt plug.
Harry smirked as Pansy's face grew more and more with shock and horror at each new outfit. He had told the girl that while outside the house she could wear and do what she chose. Inside, however, she would defer to Narcissa, obeying all the older witch's commands especially when it came to clothing. The older milf had been practically ecstatic at the news. Apparently, over the course of her son's and Pansy's relationship, the brunette girl had done much to piss the matriarch off. Narcissa now naturally wanted a bit of revenge and so immediately went out to the seedier parts off of Diagon Alley for 'servant wear' as she so called it.
Harry laughed a bit as Pansy started to sputter and protest against the slutty outfits. Deciding to shut her up, Harry pushed his hips forward spearing her slick cunt with his cock head. The girl clamped her mouth shut and grasped the sheets tightly in her grasp. Harry began to saw in and out of her squelching pussy rapidly. Pansy moaned out whorishly, her tight walls constricting around his invading cock as her body was slammed with pleasure.
A motion from his side brought his attention to Narcissa who was in the middle of deftly removing all her clothes. Quickly the witch had removed all her offending garments before running over to the bed. Harry watched on as she threw her leg over Pansy's face. The brunette was too high on the pleasure of his thrusting cock to notice the dripping slit above her face until it was too late. She squealed in surprise when Narcissa pushed her needy pussy onto her lips. The blonde milf didn't even wait for the girl to begin licking her folds before she started grinding on Pansy's face. Harry was transfixed at the sight. Pansy tried uselessly to push the woman's thick thighs from her face before seemingly giving up.
Narcissa moaned out as the disgraced Slytherin girl began attacking her folds with gusto. The sight turned Harry on more than ever. He pounded even harder into Pansy's velvety walls, pulling one of the girls legs onto his shoulder for a better angle as he plundered her depths like a wild animal. Narcissa leaned forward and captured his mouth. Her tongue lathered sloppily along his lips as she panted out whorish moans. With a throaty moan, the older witch threw her head back and came. Her thighs clenched desperately around Pansy's head while her arms pulled Harry's face into her bosom. Harry had no complaints though as he savagely began to feast upon the giant breasts earning more gasps of pleasure from the climaxing blonde.
Before long Narcissa slumped forward, her face nuzzling against his abdomen as he continued to ram into the young girl's sweet cunt. With a groan Harry pulled from the girls sweltering depths. His hand grasped Narcissa's hair violently and tugged her forward. Without even prompting the busty witch opened her mouth wide as he shoved his cock down his throat. With a grunt he came down her gullet, his thick seed coating her mouth as she sucked him desperately. Her hand massaged his pulsing balls as he finished depositing his hot jizz inside her mouth.
Bonelessly he slumped back onto the pillows behind him. Narcissa jumped up from her position over Pansy with a smirk. Grasping the brunette by the hair, she pulled the near comatose girl up sharply. Pansy bit out a small cry at the pain but was too tired to try and fight it.
"Come slut." Narcissa growled. "Use your mouth for something productive and worship our lord's cock."
With a grunt she pushed the girl forward. Pansy limply fell upon his thighs before shaking lay making her way up to his deflating member. Swiftly she encased his cock between her lips and began bobbing her head. Harry groaned at the feeling, turning his gaze to meet Narcissa's as the blonde cuddled up to his side.
"Are you going to be this way with all the girl's?"
"Hmph, most of these little harlot's will think themselves so high and mighty. I will teach them where they belong. On their knees with a cock in their mouth!"
Harry chuckled at the venom in her voice. Placing a kiss upon her head he leaned back and closed his eyes, determined to enjoy the sensations of the other girl's mouth upon his cock.
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Harry awoke the next morning to the wonderful feeling of Narcissa bouncing on his cock. He wasted no time in emptying his load deep into her womb with a grunt.
After a few more romps with the woman he left her upon the bed with her legs spread wide and his cum leaking out heavily from her pussy. Taking a long shower he pondered all the recent events and what his next move should be.
A public appearance would probably be best. The people of the Wizarding World most likely were abuzz with questions about the DoM's findings. While he didn't feel as if he owed any of them an answer, he knew just appearing in public as if everything were normal would go a long way to easing some people's fears.
He knew many of them probably thought he would use his newfound power to take over. No doubt a few had already figured out the lucrative position he found himself in and just how much say he now potentially held over the government. Though he very much doubted many people would mind. Hermione had said that a large majority of the population thought he should've been minister when the war ended. He had chuckled at first but soon found she was right as the small handful of press conferences he did agree to go to were awash with questions about his impending electoral campaign.
Now he knew how Dumbledore felt after his own victory. Kill a big bad evil wizard and suddenly everyone thinks you have all the answers. With a grimace he had denied any intention of political runnings, even going so far as to turn down Kingsley's offer of Head Auror. No if he was going to make a change, it would be through his own way just like everything else.
With a sigh Harry walked out of the steaming bathroom in nothing but a towel. His cock instantly hardened at the sight before him. Narcissa was now sat in one of the reading chairs by the bed. She had a book in her hands with her legs spread wide. Pansy, garbed in a black set of lacy lingerie, was knelt between the witches legs feasting on her cunt.
Narcissa felt his lust filled stare and sent over a saucy smirk.
"She's being a good little slut and cleaning her master's cum from mistress's pussy." She cooed.
Harry merely responded by dropping his towel and letting his hard cock swing free. Settling behind the kneeing girl, he moved aside her thin lacy panties and pushed into her. He eyed the heart shaped but plug peeking out from between her checks but ignored it in favor of using her pussy. Only a day has passed and so far Pansy was proving to be an effective cum-dump.
With a groaned he hilted inside of the girl before looking up to meet Narcissa's gaze.
"So how do you feel about a day out on the town?"
Author's Note
Bit of a shorter chapter this go around but still full of some good stuff!
Thanks for reading!