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 3: A Party to Crash
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After a few more rounds of morning fun, Harry left behind a very well fucked Pansy to go downstairs whilst Narcissa took her own shower. He prepared a small breakfast for himself and the former Malfoy matriarch, making sure to set aside a plate for Pansy as well under a warming charm. He still had his manners after all.
As he ate he glanced down at the morning paper that Kreacher had delivered. Usually he wouldn't bother as the Daily Prophet was still just as much of a useless rag as it was before the war. Yet since he planned to take Narcissa out for a public appearance, he figured he'd peruse the pages in search of some event or another he could crash. Normally he would avoid such things but today it would serve its purpose.
Plus in the happen stance that either male Malfoy would dare show their face, Harry wanted to be there to rub the fact that their wife or mother was now his.
Thoughts of asking Narcissa to wear a very revealing bathing suit while out today were interrupted when said blonde descended the stairs and joined him in the kitchen.
Humming in approval when she caught sight of her plate of breakfast, the woman sat and began to eat. Harry almost laughed at the almost dainty way she nibbled at her food. The buxom witch could spend hours swallowing his cock like the most well seasoned Knockturn prostitute, yet a plate of eggs was still handled with the grace of a noble woman.
Shaking the thought from his head, Harry turned his attention back to the paper as he absentmindedly sipped a cup of coffee.
"So where do you plan on taking me today my lord?" Narcissa asked after a few minutes of silence.
Harry shrugged. "That's up to you I suppose." He said. He gestured to the paper, "There's nothing in here of note so what do you think? Know of any balls or galas we can waste the evening at?"
Narcissa laughed softly before her face fell at his confused gaze. "Oh! You're serious. My lord forgive me but that's not exactly how it works. Unless it's for publicity, most social gatherings in the magical world are invite only I'm afraid. It's traditional. Even the Ministry stays tight lipped about such events unless there's something to gain from it."
He was a bit embarrassed he didn't know that but as he thought about it he came to the conclusion it didn't really matter. Smirking, Harry leaned back. "Cissy dear while I appreciate the thought, I don't exactly give a damn about tradition. 'Sides, it's not like most of the noble families can tell me no anyway."
The blonde nodded. "Well in that case I did hear of a small party the Greengrass family was throwing…"
Harry tugged at his collar irritably. 'Me and my big fat mouth' he thought with a growl. While in hindsight it seemed like a good idea, he had completely forgotten about the dress code that most upper class wizards abided by. Even with his new status Narcissa refused to allow him to 'go dressed as some dirty street urchin' as she so put it.
Burning his old clothes was a bit excessive in his mind but she made up for it by ordering him a new wardrobe from some upscale seamstress in France. The added benefit of the entire order being placed on the Malfoy family tab just sweetened the deal.
Now here he stood, at the entrance of the Greengrass manor with Narcissa on his arm and a set of constricting dress robes slowly killing him via asphyxiation.
"Small huh?" He questioned as he eyed the dozens of attendees making their way to the front door.
Narcissa shrugged. "Relatively. What did you assume this would be some common room get together?"
Harry could only sigh as he shook his head, choosing to lead her towards the manor in lieu of answering.
As they walked past the trimmed hedges and opulent fountains of the estate, many other passerby's stopped and starred. Most looked upon Harry in awe and quite a bit of fear. Yet he saw a few muttering and glancing at the collar around Narcissa's neck.
He paid them no mind though. Narcissa too ignoring them all with a look of superiority on her face. Harry may not see it, but she knew the look of jealousy well. The same look that sat painted over the face of nearly every single woman there.
They ascended the front steps slowly, walking behind others as an older worker scanned his wand over the invitations handed to him. Before long it was they who stood before the man, a false smile upon his face as he turned to them.
"Invitation please sir." He said presenting his open hand to them.
"Don't have one." Harry said simply.
The smile dropped from the doorman's face, a look of apprehension crossing his features.
"Ah, well, my apologies then sir. I'm afraid I cannot allow you or your… date… into the venue." He said, eyes glancing toward Narcissa before diving down to the leather band around her neck.
Harry made to retort yet the older witch at his side beat him to it.
"I think you'll find that my lord neither needs nor cares for your permission to enter a property that is, by all rights, his. Or do you not recognize who it is you speak to, you imbecile?!"
The sheer venom in her voice caused the man to flinch away before he refocused his gaze once more on Harry. With wide eyes the older wizard stepped to the side with a bow of his head.
"F-forgive me Lord Potter! Right this way please."
Harry nodded to him as they passed. They entered a large opulent entrance hall. Paintings hung in intricate gold frames while a chandelier hung from the ceiling shining brightly as the light reflected off the glass studded streams. Another staff member approached them, this one leading them on through the hall before gesturing to a set of large double doors.
The doors opened for them and they were greeted to a room filled with finely dressed witches and wizards. Soft music played from charmed instruments in the corner and the sound of a hundred people talking filled the air.
More stares and whispers followed them as they entered. Harry glared out silencing many of them. It was amusing to him earlier, though now his patience began to fray. Thankfully many seemed to get used to their presence rather quickly.
He spied a few of the men he recognized around the room, ones who now owed their fealty to him. Seeing their eyes nervously dart to him from the corner of their eyes was entertaining, the beads of sweat and occasional trembling even more so. No doubt many of them assumed he was here to collect on their debt and it terrified them.
They mingled through the crowds, Narcissa pulling him every which way to introduce him to one high ranking member of society to the next. He shook hands with Wizengamot members, investors, business owners, and even the occasional Quidditch star.
Narcissa was in her element. She conversed and charmed each individual they met, and Harry found himself slightly in awe of her. From even the simplest of greetings she could have someone wrapped around her finger. Even her veiled insults at some of the less savory people they ran across were laced with a honied tone. Most knew not they were being ridiculed, and the few who did found themselves too befuddled for words to retort.
It was masterful. It was sexy.
Harry couldn't help his wandering hand. Every chance he got he would quickly cup her bum or rub the back of his hand against her thigh. With every touch he got braver and by the hitch in her breaths he knew she grew hornier.
She finally broke after an hour of their little game. His hand had come up to rest on her hip as he pulled her in close. She was conversing with some ministry department head whose name he hadn't bothered to remember. His hand slid down from her waist slowly, his touch leaving trails of fire against her nerves. Fingers danced across her clothed bum, never daring to press in and grasp what was his like she so desperately wanted. With a cough she interrupted the rambling man.
"If you'll excuse us! Ahem, apologies. It's just that I remembered I forgot to show Lord Potter the gardens. Enjoy your night!"
And with that she pulled him along quickly. Her glares forced away anyone who dared tried to talk to them as they made their way out to the back gardens. The cool night air was refreshing yet Harry noticed it not. His attention was solely on the sexy woman dragging him along through the tall hedges and flower walls.
They finally made it to a secluded corner with a small bench next to a carved stone fountain. Narcissa pushed him onto the wooden bench with an urgency. The curvy witch refusing to wait before she jumped upon his lap and drove her tongue down his throat.
Harry's hands came up immediately to cup her large breasts. The silver trimmed black dress was just thin enough that he could feel her nipples harden under his palms. His fingers dug into the soft fleshly orbs. The blonde moaned into his mouth as he kneaded her tits, her lips pushing deeper into his in response.
He wasn't satisfied with feeling her up through her clothes though. Hooking his fingers under the top hem of her strapless dress, he tugged the material downward. Her large bust spilled out instantly, pale white skin practically glowing in the moonlight. His hands descended upon the round globes once more, this time pinching and flicking her hardened nubs with his fingers.
When Narcissa broke their kiss to let out a throaty moan, Harry took that opportunity to trail his kisses down her nick. Nipping and sucking at the soft skin as he went, it wasn't long before he finally reached his prize. He took one of her nipples between his lips, teasing the nub with small bites. The blonde's moan grew louder at this. Her hand rushing up to thread through his hair and push his face harder into her bust. As Harry lavished her tits with his tongue, she began to rock her hips against his groin. The hard bulge in his pants hitting just the right spots as she ground her clothed pussy into him.
"P-please my lord! I n-need it! I've been so good~" She cried.
Her only answer was for his teeth to bite down hard right as his imprisoned cock rubbed against her clit. With a sharp cry in his ear, she came. A small orgasm ripping through her body as her lord continued to feast upon her breasts. It wasn't enough for her, even with the small aftershocks of pleasure jolting through her cunt. She needed more. She needed him.
Her fingers went to his belt immediately. Shaking hands fumbled with the clasp as she struggled to contain her excitement. She finally freed him after a moment, a small whimper leaving her throat as his cock was finally unveiled to the cool night air. It was boiling hot within her grasp and she wished she could simple sit and marvel at it all night long. But it was not to be, the aching in her core would not allow it. Pushing her knickers aside, Narcissa barely even hesitated before she speared herself upon her young lover's thick cock.
The loud moan she expelled echoed across the night sky. A small part of her mind felt a bit of fear knowing that surely many the guests inside had heard her whorish scream. Yet the bigger part of her mind, the one filled with lust and pride, wanted them to hear. Wanted them to come and see as she took her lord's cock. Every single one of those harlots inside wanted what she had. Let them come and see her pleasure their lord in a way that none of the jealous bints ever could.
Her pussy grew wetter at the thought. Her muscles tightening around the thick cock she bounced upon as she pictured the scene in her head. All those young sluts, desperate for Harry's attention looking on as she squeezed load after load of his hot seed from his shaft. Dozens of jealous gazes all focused on her as he fucked her pussy like a man possessed. Oh how it would be so sweet. To see all those girls wish to be where she was, each trying desperately to stop their hands from pleasuring themselves as they watched on.
More and more screams filled the air as her body was ruthlessly racked with one orgasm after another. Her cunt practically wept with her juices, the lewd squelching sounds coming from their joined hips proof of that. The blonde witch's hips worked relentlessly, never stopping their intense work of bouncing on Harry's cock even with her legs shaking and going numb from her toe curling climaxes.
Harry helped where he could, grabbing hold of her plush rear and thrusting up into her quivering pussy. The wet slaps of flesh were attractively erotic to Narcissa. She could practically picture his thick meaty pole spearing her pussy, forcing her tight walls apart and splitting her open. The mere mental picture of it brought her over the edge once more. Her mouth came down upon Harry's neck with this climax. She needed to ground herself, her mind numbing far too quickly from the sheer pleasure. White teeth sank into the war hero's skin causing him to release a hiss of pain and pleasure.
Narcissa kept going though. Biting and sucking as her pussy clamped down desperately around the length within her depths. Her efforts were finally rewarded with a groan into her own ear as a splash of warmth filled her womb. A sigh left her mouth as she slumped forward limply at the feeling. A content smile upon her face as Harry gripped her hips tightly and released his burning hot load into her cum thirsty pussy. The feeling of his seed coating her walls would never get old to the buxom milf.
Just as she was about to lean in for a deep kiss, the sound of rustled leaves had Harry pushing her off and standing in an instant. His wand flew out faster than she could see, the silently casted spell shooting from the tip even quicker.
A small 'eep!' sounded from behind the trimmed hedge he fired at. A floating figure struggling against unseen bonds came rushing to them a moment later. With a flick of his wand, the figure was unceremoniously dumped at her master's feet. From where Narcissa was sitting upon the bench, she could just make out the emerald green cocktail dress and stylized brown hair of their peeping tom.
"Didn't anyone teach you that spying on someone is quite rude Miss Greengrass?"
Narcissa's eyes widened at Harry's proclamation, even more so when the brunette stood on shaky legs and she was able to get a good look at the girl's face. Astoria Greengrass, her own son's betrothed, now stood before her having just witnessed her future mother-in-law fucking like a cock-drunk whore.
She watched as Astoria brushed herself off before raising her head to meet the defeated of Voldemort's gaze. Narcissa's eyes narrowed as she spotted the brunette's almost defiant look as she went to address the man.
"I believe fucking in your host's garden is considered even more rude Potter." She spat. "You and your…" She leveled Narcissa with a disgusted look. "whore should never have even come here. To show up at a party uninvited is bad enough but to defile my family's property with your filthy rutting is worse!"
The Greengrass daughter turned to leave. "No matter, just wait until the press hear about this!"
Fury raged through Narcissa's blood. The audacity of this upstart bitch was astounding. She had never really liked the girl, ever since Draco had introduced her. Oh she had tried to, for her son's sake. Yet from day one Astoria had given the older blonde reason upon reason to hate her. Not only was she blatantly disrespectful to her betters, always making backhanded comments about Narcissa's weight or pointing out a new wrinkle upon her face, but the sniveling girl also fed into Draco's worst traits. If only he had dated Daphne instead. At least that Greengrass sister was smart enough to leave all the bigotry and blood purity behind.
Oh how she had hoped that her son would start to see the error of his ways. He was so close to changing for the better at the end of the war, but the minute he brought that harlot home it all came crashing down. Astoria goaded his darker ideals back to the surface, urging him to do as his father did. Lying, cheating, bribery, etc. Every dark deed Lucius ever committed the brunette wished for Draco to do as well.
He wouldn't listen to Narcissa's pleas. Wouldn't listen to her warnings that this new world would not accept his actions as the previous did his father's. Yet the allure of darkness was too much and Draco dived in wholeheartedly. It was part of why she had chose to do what she did.
Narcissa wasn't an idiot. She knew very well Harry could claim her as his the second she went to strike a deal with him after the DoM published their findings. She would never admit it, but a part of her had wished for him to do so. To give her the escape she wanted and the safety she needed.
But once again, this brown haired bitch wanted to waltz in and try to ruin everything? Unacceptable.
Before the girl could leave Narcissa stomped forward like flash. Her hand shot forward and found purchase in the girl's extravagant bun. Astoria cried out in surprise and pain at the contact. The blonde would hear none of it though. Pushing the girl forward, she forced her to her knees not two feet from Harry's cock.
Her lord leveled her with a confused gaze, one she reassured with a quick wink. She yanked on the younger Slytherin's hair, causing the girl to cry out again and forcing their eyes to meet.
"You forget yourself my dear." Narcissa hissed, hand tightening its hold in her brown locks, "Your family too pledged themselves to the Dark Lord and by right of conquest you are now pledged to our new lord!"
She forced the brunette's gaze to Harry's hanging cock. It had softened much due to their previous romp and all the excitement, yet it still hung impressively even now.
"You call me a whore yet only a true whore is given the duty of cleaning a lords cock after he's done fucking a truly worthy witch. That is exactly what you'll do now. So go on slut! Show us what you really our and clean a superior witch's cum from your lord's cock. Maybe if you're good enough at it he'll see fit to reward you."
Narcissa dipped herself down and ran her tongue across Astoria's cheek before raising her hand to slap the girl. A wince spread across the brunette's face at the hit. With a shove, the girl fell forward, her hand's grasping Harry's legs for support. Astoria looked up, past the massive length, and into the burning eyes of the wizard she had just mouthed off to.
In truth she knew of Harry's position over her but didn't believe he was actually man enough to do anything about it. Astoria believed the man-who-won was actually a coward, his win over the dark lord stemming from trickery and pure luck. Yet now she realized the truth. Kneeling in front of him she felt it. His power filling the air around her, his anger and irritation for her words fueling the crackling energy around him.
It was terrifying. It was addicting.
She had never felt this level of magic before and just his mere presence oozed it. The brunette was ashamed to admit she could feel the thick sheen of arousal dampening her knickers at that very moment.
The young witch leaned forward and barely hesitated before engulfing his hardening cock with her mouth.
Narcissa was slightly surprised. She had expected some fight from the girl, yet there she knelt bobbing her head upon their lord's cock without any argument. It excited her in a way. This is exactly what she pictured earlier, smug harlots forced to their knees with a cock down their throat. Their proper place. Pansy learned of this the day before and now so will Astoria.
"Hmph, so much for the high and mighty pureblood witch. One look at a big dick and she shoves it down her throat! How is she my love? Does the slut at least know how to suck cock properly?" She asked, pushing her naked tits into Harry's arm. His cum from earlier dripped down her thighs and she had half a mind to milk another load from him once the Greengrass bitch finished her duty.
Harry hummed absentmindedly. "Passable. Though if this is the peak of her oral skills I actually pity Draco for wanting to marry her."
"A shame, she is such a pretty thing. Maybe you could spare my son the future disappointment and claim her. Her mouth might be useless but I'm sure her pussy would be satisfactory enough. Would you like that my love? Having another cum dump right there next to Pansy for you to use?"
Harry laughed. "You just want another maid to dress up and order around!"
Astoria was apparently paying close attention to their conversation, because as soon as their words left their mouths her movements would increase with fervor. Her mouth sucked and slurped frantically upon Harry's cock. She didn't hesitate to take his massive girth down her throat either. Wet gags filled the air as the brunette slammed herself upon his cock, practically fucking the thick shaft with her face.
"Hmm that's at least a little better I suppose. Though I do think Pansy is a much more suitable toy."
Narcissa giggled, "You only say that because you can't get enough of the poor girl's ass! Maybe you should treat this slut to the same treatment. I bet her ass is even tighter than Pansy's and I do love seeing you pound your cock into good little whores."
The wet gagging sounds grew as Astoria desperately sought his release. Her throat spasmed around his shaft as her aching jaw worked frantically along his length.
"While that does sound good I'm afraid we'll have to do so another time. It's getting late after all."
Without warning, Harry's hands shot forward and slammed the girls face completely onto his cock. Her nose crashed against his groin as he hilted himself down her tight throat. His hips began to move in and out as he thrusted hard down her constricting esophagus over and over again. Tears leaked down Astorias face as her throat spasmed heavily at the intrusion. She could do nothing but hold herself steady upon his thighs as he savagely used her face for his pleasure.
Narcissa herself practically came at the sight. Seeing Harry's thick cock slam into the whore's mouth as he fucked her face relentlessly was perhaps the hottest thing she'd ever seen. If she hadn't made up her mind about fucking his brains out tonight before, now she definitely would.
With a roar Harry suddenly slammed the sluts face upon his groin once more. His sack pulsated upon her chin as he emptied his seed down the brunette's throat. Narcissa just looked on with a smirk.
He released her moments later, having satisfactorily dumped his load into her stomach. The girl collapsed into a coughing heap as she fought to regain her breath.
"Maybe you are of some use after all. You can continue your relationship with your future husband but from here on out you're mine to use whenever I wish. Narcissa's too for that matter."
Astoria just nodded, her throat too sore from the abuse to speak properly. At the moment a flash of light pierced the night as a white collar appeared around the girl's neck. Just like Narcissa's and Pansy's, it too held the familiar triangle shaped charm on the front.
Harry smirked at the familiar accessory's appearance. Turning to Narcissa he offered up his arm.
"Shall we my lady?"
After cleaning up, they had spent another hour mingling and making their presence known to the other guests. Astoria had rejoined the party too minutes later. Her gaze never meeting theirs while an almost permanent blush adorned her cheeks. Many people noticed the new leather band around her neck and whispers soon broke out at the sight of it.
Harry and Narcissa both left the party with smirks upon their faces.
They arrived back to Grimmauld Place minutes later with hands wandering as they peppered the other with kisses.
Narcissa gasped out when Harry slammed her into a wall and began to attack her neck.
"Oh fuck yes!… M-my lord before w-we continue maybe we s-should check on our p-pet?"
Harry hummed in agreement, nipping her porcelain skin one last time.
"Oh fine, let's see how she's doing."
Entering into the master bedroom they were greeted by the sight of Pansy Parkinson tied up spread eagle to the bed. The girl was blindfolded with a ball gag shoved between her lips. A faint buzzing sound emanated from her crotch as two toys sat pushed deep inside the girl's holes. A large puddle of her juices soaked the mattress underneath her from the constant stream of pleasure she was being subjected to. Tear streaks trailed down from under the blindfold and soft whimpers sounded from around the ball gag.
No doubt the girl was in pleasurable agony as she had been in this state for many hours. Worse was the spell Narcissa placed upon her before they left, one which completely blocked any orgasms and simply held its victim right at the edge until the spell was removed.
"Well she seems fine to me, shall we love?" Narcissa said placing kisses along Harry's jaw.
Harry just smirked before closing the door and picking the woman up. Pansy can wait a bit longer. Plus they had a brand new loveseat downstairs to break in.
Author's Note
Hope this one was worth the wait!
Thanks for reading!