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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. This work also contains sexual content and canon incest. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: This story went slightly sideways on me, but I think I managed to get back on track relatively quickly.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Ministry (Winter Year 1); RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Winter Year 5)
Individual Challenges: Old Shoes (Y); Bucket Listing (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Short Jog
Ministry Challenges: RRD [Day 18] (Walburga/Orion)
RAVEN Challenges: Settings [146](Wedding/Handfasting); Items [155](Black Wedding); Colors [61](Heather)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (n/a)[List (Arranged Marriage)]; Chim [Rick]("Louder than Words" – Tick, Tick, Boom; Life/Death);Fire [x3](Community); Hang [Phrase 4] (n/a); Soup [E](Enough)
Representation(s): Orion Black/Walburga Black; Pure-Blood Culture
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: Share (Augur); DP (Yearn)
Word Count: 1205 words

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Black Wedding
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The morning of the Black wedding broke bright and early. A soft light filled the sky, and a gentle breeze brought the fragrance of summer flowers. Walburga Black rose from her bed and looked around her room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the Black Manor in the Yorkshire moorland. The distinctive pink-purple of the heather that covered the moors looked especially lovely in the sun. She could hear the faint sounds of birds singing outside her window, and the distant voices of her family and friends as they made preparations for the day.

Walburga walked across the room and looked out the window, gazing at the great drive below. She smiled as she saw a grand procession of carriages, each carrying pure-blood lords and ladies from near and far, all dressed in their finest robes, come around the corner and make their way to the sanctuary. After she dressed in her wedding robes, she would be heading there, too.

She turned from the window to prepare.

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Orion Black, the bridegroom, was already inside the building. He looked handsome wearing his traditional morning suit in the black, violet, and silver that were the colors of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Tucked into his lapel was a single rosebud as pure a white as freshly fallen snow. His inky black hair had been pulled back and tied at the nape of his neck with a silver ribbon that had been hemmed with black silk thread. A single lock of white hair hung in a five-stranded braid from his left temple.

As the carriages arrived near the sanctuary, Orion stepped out of the double doors, standing proud and tall on the top step. He had been looking forward to this day as much as his cousin. Ever since they were little children, they had been promised to each other. Their union would once again concentrate their bloodline, as traditional in keeping with their House motto. They had been forced to wait years for this, and now it had finally arrived.

The party proceeded into the building, led by Orion Black and his uncle Pollux (Walburga's father). Every eye in the building was trained on the two wizards as they made their way down the aisle to where the Black crest was cast upon the floor by the sun shining through the stained glass window at the front of the sanctuary. From the steeple, the bells began to toll, signaling that the time for the ceremony had arrived.

The binder began the proceedings, and the words of the traditional service echoed throughout the chapel. Lord Orion and Lady Walburga made their vows to each other and to the House from which they hailed. The binder raised his wand (which thicker but also slightly shorter than normal) to summon ropes made of violet light. The ropes slithered through the air like snakes until they wrapped around all four arms of the couple individually. The binder then stepped to the side so that Orion and Walburga had access to the stone altar that had been behind him.

Magic filled the entire sanctuary, torquing higher with every movement the couple made. While the concept of modesty had changed over the eons, this first union being witnessed by their peers had remained a sacred ritual. It strengthened the marital bonds as much as it did community ones.

Of course, they no longer performed entirely nude, as they were not completely uncivilized. Instead, Walburga bent over the altar with her feet still planted firmly on the floor. The magic in the ropes on her arms yanked her arms straight out from her body. The position pulled her tight against the flat surface at the same time it ensured that she could barely move.

The binder stepped close in order to lift the back of Walburga's robe, exposing her naked bottom half to everyone in the sanctuary. As a final test, the binder slid his wand into Walburga's vagina and gave it a quarter turn clockwise before twisting it in the other direction. There was a flash of white light. He pulled it out and then repeating the procedure with Walburga's asshole. The wand was thick enough that Walburga gave a low grunt when it was pushed into her. There was another flash of white light.

"This witch is pure," the binder announced to the crowd, in confirmation of the flashes of light.

Then he moved around to the other side of the altar where Walburga's face was. Taking care to not muss her elaborately styled hair, he turned her head to the side before stroking gently over her jaw to signal her to open her mouth. Knowing the expectation, Walburga obeyed. The binder slid his wand into her mouth. His other hand kept her head pinned to the altar.

Orion stepped up behind his bride. Then he popped the button on his slacks and lowered the zipper before pulling out his already hard cock. He placed one hand on the bunched fabric at the small of Walburga's back to brace himself as he used his other hand to line himself up with her vagina. He slid into his cousin slowly, savoring the feeling of her inner walls fluttering around him.

Walburga let out a quiet whine just as Orion's hips touched her ass. The binder rubbed his thumb along her neck to soothe her even as he helped keep her pinned in place. The whine turned into a series of whimpers as Orion began to thrust rhythmically.

He moved his hands to her hips, using the anchor to increase the power of each thrust. His head tilted back as he lost himself in the act. He had messed around with mudblood witches at Hogwarts (after all what else were they good for), but this was on a completely different level. Between the magic and knowing that everyone was watching, Orion was reaching his peak almost embarrassingly fast.

He shifted one of his hands as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. Not bothering with any kind of slick, he shoved two of his fingers into Walburga's asshole. Her eyes widened as she let out a yelp that was muffled by the wand in her mouth. She also jerked against her restraints at the intrusion and tightened around Orion's cock like a vise. It was enough that he managed only a few more strokes before coming harder than he ever had before.

The purple ropes brightened to nearly white before sinking into the now-bonded couple.

The crowd erupted into a thunderous ovation as the group on the dais separated before putting their clothing back in place. Then the newlyweds made their way back down the aisle. Lady Walburga looked beautiful in her white gown, still looking as put-together as she had walking up the aisle. Lord Orion kept his arm around her, protecting her from any harm as much as he was keeping her upright.

The guests made their way out of the chapel and headed towards the reception area to celebrate. They would remember this day for years to come, and the memory of Lord Orion and Lady Walburga's wedding would remain in their minds forever.