If one walked outside James' old, family home, they would have heard the faint screams coming from the house. Not screams of pain or agony, but joyous screams, the kinds one would hear from a couple's honeymoon.
James fucked Ginny for hours into the night. He dragged her through the proverbial mud, humiliating and shaming her, before he took her every hole and coated her walls with his seed. He did everything he could to mark her as his woman, and even when she blacked out, cum painted on her tits and face, she woke up to him, her Master, still pounding away at her pussy, ass, or even mouth.
It was all necessary to remake her. He had to tear her down so that he could rebuild her as his pet. His slave needed to be loyal, with all feelings of love for Harry Potter fucked out of her. He accomplished this, and then some, as he would soon learn.
His cock pounded away at her pussy, and he drove the ginger-haired woman into climax after climax, leaving her body a melted mush of twitching flesh and overworked muscles. Her brain was lost in a haze of ecstacy, to the point where he wondered if she could even comprehend anything, or if she was just enjoying the pleasure because that was all she could understand now…
He gave her some time to rest, after all, he was a kind Master, but as she laid on his bed, almost catatonic, eyes locked on the ceiling, chest rising and falling with every breath, he asked her a few questions.
"Can you hear me, slut?"
Her head nodded, subtly, but it was there.
"Good. Now tell me, who owns you?"
Even though her voice was hoarse and throat was left raw, she answered him. The idea of disobeying him didn't even cross her mind, it couldn't, as her new reality was so engraved into her mind. James was her Master, and she would obey him forevermore.
"Y-you, Master."
"Good. Now, tell me. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
"Y-yes." Ginny suddenly began to shake and shudder, and both of them knew why. James fingers traced a line down her stomach, stopping just above her pussy. He massaged her skin, his fingers less than an inch away from stroking her clit.
"Good. So, you'd betray your husband for me? Your daughter?"
She stiffened, his voice hot on her ear as she finally tore her eyes from the ceiling and saw just how close James was. He was leaning so close, she could smell his intoxicating aroma.
"Lily's a young lady now. Free to make her own choices." Or rather, free to make his choices. "Would you help me, though? Would you help me break Lily further, and let me remake her like you. A slut. My slut."
Even in her beaten and exhausted state, the full weight of the words sank in. It only took a moment for Ginny's eyes to widen, and she turned her head to stare into her Master's dark orbs. His eyes peered into her very soul as she stroked Ginny's arm.
"What do you say, whore? Would you help me corrupt your daughter? Would you help me reduce her into the same kind of woman her mother is? A dirty, pathetic whore?"
Every insult twisted the knife in her heart, but Ginny loved it. She was gone, nothing like the mother she was before. Now she was a masochist, a woman who loved and needed the pain and pleasure her Master gave her.
Ginny didn't even have to answer. James could see it in her eyes. She was broken, and soon, her daughter would follow.
"Yes, Master…"
Lily Potter walked towards her home, a smile on her lips. She had spent the day with Rose, sleeping over at the other girl's house. It had been a fun night, and even Rose's mother, Hermione, joined the two young women. They talked about the Muggle and Wizarding World, their lessons, and even the occasional conversations about the men in their lives.
Despite her unique upbringing and famed heritage, Lily was a mostly normal witch. The things that stood out most about her was her kind and sweet nature, and her body. As beautiful as her mother, with hair a similar tone to Ginny's, if a few shades lighter. She was quickly becoming the subject of many young men's fantasies. Funny enough, she hardly even realized the beauty she wielded.
For as developed as her body got, her mind was still as innocent and naive as when she was young. Her breasts grew, and her body began to form into a subtle hourglass, but she had yet to even kiss a boy. Her childhood was one spent mostly with family, and of all the boys she knew, none of them elected feelings of romance or lust. She was adorably naive, a fact she hardly even realized.
Lily was a mostly normal witch, but her pure and trusting nature was the chink in her armor. James, who had been planning his retribution for months, knew this, and with Ginny's help, would take advantage of Lily's innocence.
The young woman entered her home. Her father was still away on work, no doubt, and siblings were nowhere to be found. She didn't mind, of course. She imagined she would spend the night with her mother, and in a way, she was completely right.
"Mom?" No response at first, until Lily heard something in the air, coming from her parents' room. Lily closed the door behind her and walked down the halls, following the sound as she heard it again. "Mom?"
It sounded like moaning. Was her mother okay? Perhaps she wasn't feeling well? Lily followed the noises to her mother's room, and by now a low hum melded with the quiet moans and gasps Lily was hearing. She thought nothing of the sounds, too innocent to even consider what they may be.
When she opened the door, she found her mother on a chair, her hands and legs tied to the wooden piece of furniture. She was naked, not a thread on her body, with her face locked in an expression of utter bliss. Her mouth hung open as her cheeks burned a faint shade of red. Ginny saw her daughter enter the room, yet she didn't react, almost like she saw right through Lily.
Speaking of who, the young woman gasped, covering her mouth as her eyes widened. She couldn't breathe, her heart skipped a beat, and her face was burning from embarrassment. She didn't understand what exactly she was seeing, but heart knew it was something intimate, something she shouldn't have seen.
There were small, egg-shaped toys taped to Ginny's breasts, pressed tightly against her nipples. They were the source of the humming, vibrating against her skin, with another egg-shaped toy taped between her legs, rubbing against her private parts. Lily lacked the words to properly describe the scene, but she still felt an innate sense of shame and embarrassment as juices leaked from Ginny's pussy.
The chair had a small puddle of cum dripping from it as Ginny's eyes rolled into her skull, and she came once more, right before her daughter's eyes. Lily just watched, her gaze frozen, her mouth hanging open as the vibrators on Ginny's breasts, on her clit, and inside her pussy continued to hum to life.
"W-wha-?"
"Hello, Lily." She felt a hand press against her butt, giving her soft flesh a squeeze. She gasped, almost jumping in place as someone appeared behind her, walking towards her side. She wanted to turn to face them, but another loud moan from her mother stole her attention.
James stood by Lily, standing by her side with a cocky grin on his face. The two watched Ginny shudder and tremble, before she came once more, quivering from yet another orgasm. Her body went limp as James spoke.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He placed a hand on Lily's back, stroking it in an almost loving manner. "She's never looked so happy."
"T-that's… She's…?" Words failed the young woman as James laughed.
"She's very happy. This is the kind of happiness only adults can experience, and, well, your mother thought it was time you saw this kind of pleasure first hand."
"I-I don't understand. Did you do this? W-what are you doing to her? Why?"
James laughed again, finding her innocent nature to almost be like a comedy act. His laughter only seemed to confuse the girl further as she finally tore her eyes away from her mother and looked at James directly. Her already scarlet cheeks only felt hotter as she realized just how handsome this man was.
There was a danger to him. Like the beauty of a sword. Regal, powerful, and tantalizing. Lily could admire the elegance, while fearing and respecting the power they wielded. That was the comparison Lily made as her embarrassment spilled from her cheeks to her ears and down her neck.
"I'm teaching your mother her place in the world. It's important that she learns that she leans how happy she'll be if she remains beneath me." Lily's eyes widened as James revealed his teeth in a wide grin. "This is as much a reward as it is a punishment," he explained, gesturing to Ginny. "I'm teaching her she's a slave to her body, and to me."
"A-a slave?" Lily's voice was quivering, just like her legs.
"Yes. Of course, she loves what I do to her. The torture I put her through. She loves it, or else she wouldn't be-"
"Ahh!" Ginny came yet again, shuddering as another orgasm struck her body. Her arms and legs pulled at the binds holding her, and she rocked the chair back and forth as her hips tried to push the vibrator in deeper.
"You do love it, don't you, mother?" Lily asked, her voice slow, as if her mind was slowly beginning to process her reality. "Does… does it feel good?"
What little remained of self-respecting, courageous woman that fought in the Battle of Hogwarts turned her head away. The remains of shame told her to hold her tongue as her daughter stared at her. Ginny faced a nearby wall as the vibrator hummed inside of her, and on her hard nipples.
As they continued to play with her body, the mother glanced at James. He stared back at her with… nothing. He saw her, obviously, he acknowledged her, yet his expression was unreadable.
This was her trial. She had to show him how broken the mother was. Ginny told her Master she would help, but now it was time to put her money where her mouth was, so to speak.
The last shreds of the old Ginny fought with the slave James had created. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes to simply ride out the pleasure. This was a mistake, and it sealed her fate, but she couldn't help it. James left her addicted to the sensation, to the point where Ginny could hardly focus if her pussy wasn't filled with something.
Of course, the pleasure betrayed Ginny. It drove her deeper into James' grasp, farther down the pit of depravity and cardinal desires that he had thrown her down. The vibrations traveled up her body as the soft plastic toys rubbed against her sensitive, erogenous spots.
It was impossible to ignore, and it only got worse as she felt the vibrations intensify. It was James, without a doubt. That was obvious to any sane person, but Ginny was slowly losing her mind to the ecstacy. Her arms and legs pulled at her bindings, trying to break free as tears streamed down her face.
Lily might have mistaken them for tears of pain or sadness, but the smile on Ginny's face would prove her wrong. Those were tears of joy as the quivering toys sent her over the edge once more. She let out a loud cry, staring into her innocent daughter's face.
She sold Lily to the devil for more pleasure, and despite what she would have thought, Ginny didn't feel regret. Only excitement.
"Y-yes! Yes, it's so good!" She came once more, and Lily covered her lips in shock as she saw her mother mewl and moan. She pulled on the bindings again, letting them bite into her skin. She didn't care. All she cared about was the pleasure that tore apart her mind and drove her mad.
Her eyes were still on James when she came, and her subconscious associated this euphoria with him. He gave her this pleasure. He made her happy. What did Harry ever do for her again?
Lily watched her mother fall limp once again, her head hanging low as the vibrators continued to play with her body. Tiny hiccups and gasps could be heard from the older woman, but beyond that she didn't move or utter a sound. It was almost like she was dead, but somehow Lily knew her mother would be crying out in pleasure again very soon.
The young woman turned her head to stare at James, and his captivating, most animalistic eyes stared into her own. It was as if he knew what words were hanging on her tongue. He simply dared her to utter them.
"C-can you show me?" Her voice was quiet, like a mouse speaking to a lion. "C-can you… s-show me my place… too?" She moved closer to him, slowly, quietly inching towards him. "I-I want to know my place in the world."
James had to hold back his laughter as he smiled. "It won't be easy," he lied, avoiding her pleading eyes. "You would have to suffer a bit, until we found that perfect balance of pain and pleasure."
Whether or not she agreed, he really didn't care. James would get what he wanted in the end. Still, it was nice to see the young woman nod her head, eagerly accepting the deal without truly realizing the implications or consequences.
"Yes. I understand." She didn't, though, not really, but that was alright with James. He had no reservations about taking advantage of the young woman.
"Good. Then get on the bed." His hand fell on her back and pushed her, forcing her to step forward as Ginny's eyes turned towards them. Lily stepped forward, and James followed her, pressing his chest against her back. "I'm going to make you the happiest you've ever been."
Ginny could see it in her daughter's face. The way she stiffened, the way she sucked in air as her cheeks burned crimson. Lily could feel James' erection pressing against her ass, no doubt the first cock the innocent maiden had ever felt in her life.
The mother came as the full weight of her actions hit her. It was the most powerful orgasm yet, one that almost caused her to violently shake the chair. No sound came out of her mouth, but her expression showed enough. Eyes rolled into her skull, tongue out, drool going down her chin… She almost hit the ground as her juices were sprayed onto the wooden surface of the chair.
What's worse was what exactly caused her to cum. The realization that she was a horrible mother. A terrible person. The lowest kind of filth. She sold her daughter to James, all for his cock, and try as she might, she couldn't imagine regretting it. She knew how wrong this was, and it was that sinful pleasure that drove her to orgasm.
Let James have Lily. Let him have herself. Harry didn't deserve either of them.
Lily laid on her parents' bed, with James looming over her like a mighty tower. He stood over her for a moment, before climbing onto the bed and reaching a hand down to gently stroke and pet her head. She blushed at the simple gesture, finding his touch almost warm and fatherly.
His hand began to slowly go down her body, stroking a hair before it reached her cheek. He traced a small circle on her skin, before going down her thin neck, and reaching her chest. James didn't hesitate to touch her breasts, kneading the flesh like dough as Lily gasped.
She was smaller than her mother, but still a decent size. Excellent firmness. He squeezed her breasts through her bra, placing both of his hands on her chest as shuddered at his touch.
"Has any man ever touched you like this?" She shook her head, making him chuckle. "What about your first kiss?" She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, her cheeks a rosy hue. "Have you kissed anyone?" Lily shook her head once more, and James leaned down, catching her lips with his.
This man, old enough to be her father, was kissing her with his hands on her breasts, playing and squeezing them through her top and bra. Yet Lily saw nothing wrong with this. She succumbed to the pleasure he gave her, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his head to return the kiss.
Lily had no idea how to kiss. Her lips were clumsy, and when she stuck her tongue out, it slapped against James' lips, flopping and awkwardly trying to gain entry. James chuckled, before parting his lips and sucking on her tongue. She shuddered, her breath stolen away as he rubbed his body against hers.
He felt that hard 'thing' again, lacking the word to describe the firm bump. She knew it was a penis, obviously, but it didn't… feel like what she imagined it would be. It was too big, too thick, too strong. It felt like it should have been called something more special than just a simple penis.
Thoughts on what to call that big bulge died in Lily's mind as James' tongue met hers, stroking and smacking hers as his hands slipped under her shirt. His fingers felt her plain, smooth bra, before slipping under that as well. His fingers felt her naked tits, feeling her hard nipples as their tongues wrestled.
James won, of course, as Lily felt her moist panties rub against her womanhood, she knew there was no point in fighting back or trying to dominate the kiss… but it was a little fun, feeling the older man's tongue knock hers back into place.
Her place… Below him. Under him. Controlled by him.
Lily felt the kiss continue on for almost a minute. Nothing like the fairy tales or stories she heard when she was young. This was not some chaste kiss between the hero and the rescued damsel, but something more akin to a monster feeding on her. She felt used, like a toy about to break, and that knowledge excited her.
Her thighs pressed against each other as James' tent poked and rubbed against her crotch, trying to push into her pussy through their clothes. It failed, of course, but Lily knew that the penetration was inevitable. Nothing she could do would stop or dissuade James, and that excited the young woman…
Finally their kiss ended, and the two stared at one another. She was out of breath, while he barely seemed winded. He smiled down at her as her eyes avoided his, blushing slightly.
He stood on his knees on the bed, pulling off his clothes. His shirt came off, tossed aside as he thought about Harry Potter. The bastard probably made love to Ginny right here, made Lily right here.
It only felt right for James to pop Lily's cherry and pump her full of cum right here. Maybe he'd do the same to Ginny once he was done with the young woman.
Lily felt her breath being stolen away when she looked up at James. He wore nothing on his chest, letting her see his strong physique. Nothing like her father, or any boy she knew. This was a man, and the man placed his hands on her top, squeezing the fabric between his thick fingers.
He tore her top in two, ripping the thin fabric with ease. She moaned, trembling as the clothes were ripped. She pulled her arms out from the shreds of clothing, letting him toss the pieces off the bed and onto the ground. All she had on now was her bra and tight pants, and James was already working on pulling those off of her.
Her bra snapped when he pulled it of of her, tossing it aside with the rest of the worthless clothes. Lily lifted her hand up to cover herself, but James stopped her.
"Don't ever cover yourself around me. Those tits should be out for me to appreciate."
"Y-you like them?" she giggled, as if the man had just handed her a bouquet of flowers. "T-thank you," she smiled, feeling her heart skip a beat.
Lily, for all of her years, never had a crush on any boy. She had never found herself swooning over a man, eager for his approval.
James was quickly becoming the exception, as he stole another kiss from her. She moaned into it, letting her tongue press and push against his as her heart raced. His hands played with her body, one on her breasts, squeezing and kneading her tit, while the other hand went down her back, sliding over her smooth skin until he reached her pants. He squeezed her ass, finding it to be perfectly plump.
Their kiss broke apart once more as James smirked. "Take your pants off. Panties too." She didn't argue, nodding her head as he got off of her, standing beside the bed.
Lily pulled at her pants with clumsy fingers, not even bothering to unbutton them. She just shook her hips back and forth, trying to kick the tight jeans off of her. It was an adorable show as she blushed, embarrassed by her own inability to get naked.
Finally the clothes came off, and her naked, curvaceous body was his to behold. She was truly a beautiful young woman, inheriting her mother's beauty and grace, while actually making them softer in her own unique way.
"Good. My turn." James unzipped his pants, pulling the zipper down and letting his pants fall to the ground. His cock popped free, breaking free once his boxers came down. His cock was erect, standing tall against his body and looming an impressive shadow over Lily's face.
Her jaw fell down, mouth hung open, and her eyes widened as she tried to utter a sound. "T-that's supposed to go… i-in-"
"Inside you. Yes," he chuckled. "But I'll be gentle with you. I'll give you the chance to suck my cock and lube it up before I pop your cherry."
"M-my cherry…?"
"Your virginity."
"Oh." The thought of him taking her innocence made Lily's heart race once more, and she couldn't hide her smile as she nodded her head. "O-okay. H-how should I start?"
"Take the base of my cock in your hands. Pull the skin back."
She nodded her head, placing her hands around his shaft. He grinned with pride at the fact that she had to use both hands. A single hand couldn't wrap all the way around his dick. She then pulled, letting her witness the tip of his perfect shaft.
"Good. Now open your mouth and suck on the tip. Use your tongue to lick it. Kiss it. Get your saliva all over it so that it'll be covered in your saliva when I fuck you."
Lily nodded her head, before obeying his commands and opening her mouth. At first, she could only take the tip of his dick into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the bell-shaped head. She sucked on it, pressing her tongue against the man's flesh.
Immediately there was something about the taste that stole her breath away. She closed her eyes, wiping both sides of her tongue against the tip, shuddering as the savory sensation. Her hot breath brushed against the flesh as she breathed out of her nose, before returning to smacking the tongue against his tip.
James allowed her to go at her own pace for about a minute, but he soon grew impatient, placing a hand on her head. At first, Lily seemed to enjoy his touch, practically moaning with approval at his touch. He stroked her long locks for a moment, brushing her hair with his fingers, before he pulled her down his shaft, forcing her to start taking a few more inches.
"Come on, Lily. You have a lot of cock to lube, and I'm not going to waste my time letting you get ready. You need to be put in your place, remember? And your place is obeying me and serving my needs!"
Yes… How could she be so stupid? Lily tried to nod her head, a difficult task when impaled on his cock, but she did take his advice to heart, sucking loudly on the shaft as her tongue wiped the underside of his dick. Every time her head bobbed back and forth, she licked the bottom side of James' cock.
He released the younger woman, watching her maintain the rhythm herself. James almost felt an iota of pride for the young woman. The older man watched as she pulled her head back, freeing his dick, only to quickly kiss and lick the sides of it, starting on the right and slowly moving down.
She closed her eyes as her lips kissed and tongue smacked the veiny shaft. He let out a quiet moan, yet that sound sent a shiver down her spine. Lily sucked on the side of his penis, before her lips popped off and she moved onto the other side, doing the same thing there.
James was rather impressed by the young woman's blowjob skills. Certainly leagues above her mother. Regardless, he decided it was time to end the foreplay and get to the main course.
"Alright, that's enough."
"D-did I do something wrong, Mister James?" Lily asked, blinking with shimmering eyes. She waited for his answer with short breath, as if terrified to hear he was displeased with her.
"Heh. No, slut, but your time's up. Time for me to take your virginity and turn you into a real woman, like your mother."
"Y-you're going to show me my place?" she gasped, her voice dripping with excitement. "Y-yes, sir! What should I do?"
"Good girl." She smiled with approval as he motioned with his fingers. "Turn around, get on all fours, and stick your ass up. I'm going to fuck you doggy style."
"D-doggy style?" Lily blinked, before she nodded her head, following his orders.
"Oh, and Lily? From now on, I want you to refer to me as 'Daddy.' Got it?"
"Daddy…?" The request surprised her, before she beamed. "Yes, Daddy." She used to call her father, her birth father that. But now when she thought of her father, she thought of James and his powerful, girthy cock, not that boy with the glasses…
Regardless, Lily took her position, positioned on all four as her Daddy got on the bed again. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he aimed his dick.
"This is going to hurt, Lily."
"I know, Daddy. I don't care. I want your cock." She pushed her ass back, brushing her fat rear against the older man's shaft. He smirked as she shuddered. "I want you to make me a woman. S-show me my place."
"You want me to fuck you?" She bit her lower lip, turning her head so a single eye could stare at James. She nodded meekly as he chuckled. "Say it."
"I want my Daddy to fuck me."
"Louder."
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy! Please, put your cock in me! Make me like mommy! Show me my place! Fuck me! I want it bad, Daddy!"
Hearing the naive and innocent woman beg so pathetically was music to James' ears. He almost wished Potter was here to hear it. Heh. In due time.
"As you wish, baby girl." He patted her head, before he seized her hair in his hands and thrusted forward. His cock slammed into Lily's pussy, penetrating her with one thrust, ripping her virginity apart as she cried out in pain.
Blood dripped from her pussy, falling down onto the clean, white sheets her father slept on. James didn't care as he assaulted Lily's pussy, forcing more of his large cock into her, pushing in deeper, inch after inch until her ass was pressed against his body.
"Good girl. You actually took my entire cock. Not bad. Certainly more impressive than your mother," he commented, more to hurt Ginny's feelings than to lift Lily up.
The mother, still tied to the chair, watching the show from the corner of her gaze, let out a quiet moan. She had came twice from listening to the two, not to mention the toys still buzzing inside and on her erogenous zones.
"R-really?!" Lily gasped, shaking as his entire dick stretched out her pussy.
"Yeah. You're already proving yourself a good fuck, slut. But let's see if you can keep it up after your pussy's gotten used to me."
He placed his hands on her ass, squeezing the flesh, making sure to dig his fingers into her firm rear. Inch after inch, he pulled his erection out of her, only to slam it back into her. She cried out, pain striking her body once again.
"I-it hurts!"
"Of course it does. You've never been fucked before. Don't worry, you'll get used to it, slut," James commented. He swing his hand down, spanking her ass, watching the flesh jiggle. Lily cried out again as he barked out an order. "Ride my cock. Back and forth, slut. A good little girl doesn't let her Daddy do all the work!"
"Y-yes, Daddy! I-I'm a good girl!" she whined, using her arms and knees to push herself up and down his rod. She was slow, despite her best efforts, but James found himself amused by her attempt. She tried so hard to bounce on his cock, but she still felt a bit of pain when his erection stretched open her pussy.
He allowed her to bounce a few more times, her ass pressing against him, before he took control again. He was just following his plan, of course. He waited until he could hear Lily's faint moans of pleasure, before he seized control.
Now that the pain subsided, it was time to really fuck his little girl. He held her by her hips, giving each cheek a powerful slap, painting them red as he teased her. Tiny, quick thrusts back and forth, before he began to slam his cock into her, pounding her again and again.
She cried out in pleasure, drool slipping down her lower lip and onto the bed where her father would sleep. Their juices spilled from her pussy, staining the bed where the drops of blood laid. Neither cared as they sullied her father's name, and even if she could realize it, Lily didn't care.
Harry Potter was not a man worthy of being her father. James was… James was replacing Harry in her heart, stealing love and affection she once had for her birth father. Lily felt no guilt, as James pushed her down. Only the joy of being shown her place.
Her face was pushed down, pressed against her father's pillow. Drool spilled forth from her mouth, as if the idea of betraying her father made her salivate. In truth, it did make her feel good. Just like James' cock was.
Betraying Harry, knowing she was being plowed by a man she called and thought of her as her 'Daddy…' It felt so good. Every time he thrust his penis into her, his thick shaft would rub against the tight walls of her pussy. Grinding back and forth, filling her, before the tip of his dick kissed a cluster of nerves inside of her.
"D-Daddy! Ahh! I-I'm gonna… I'm going to explode!" she moaned, lacking the words to describe the sensation.
"Heh. You're going to cum, slut. Your Daddy is making you cum!"
Cum… She liked the sound of that. "Y-yes, Daddy! Please, make me cum! I want to cum!" James spanked her ass again, before holding her hips with one hand. The other grabbed her hair, pulling on it and making her lift herself up with weak, trembling arms.
"Scream for me, bitch! Tell me you love me!"
"Daddy! I-I love you! I love you, Daddy!"
Oh, hearing that was music to James' ear, and it was only made better when he heard Ginny moaning behind them. Lily's mother came to the sound of her daughter's screams, and James couldn't wait to listen to them scream side by side.
For now, he focused on fucking his little girl's brains out. She was experiencing an orgasm, perhaps her first, and her body was convulsing as her pussy tightened around him. The walls massaged his length as he slammed his cock deep into Lily's pussy. Once her ass was pressed against his crotch, he pulled on her hair, making her cry out as her chest jiggled.
His dick was filling Lily's cunt. His thick, girthy penis was consumed by her tight pussy. It was an amazing sensation, and he savored it before he unleashed a flood of his seed into her. He made sure to cum inside her womb, the thought of Lily bearing his child sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout his body.
Her tight pussy milked his dick, squeezing more and more of his seed out and into her body. His sperm coated her once pure walls, staining the untouched sanctuary with his cum. The innocent virgin was no more. In her place was a mewling, trembling slut.
His seed spilled into her, before overflowing her pussy. His white seed dripped out of her, and James took great pleasure in pulling his dick out and letting their cum flood out. He fired a last few strands onto her ass, painting her plump, heart-shaped ass with the thick, white cream.
Their cum spilled onto the bed, staining it, and soon making a small puddle. James admired it, and the threads of semen he left on Lily's ass and back, before he dropped the woman. She was too weak to do anything, falling onto the bed as he got off and stood up.
"Clean the mess up, slut," he ordered, pointing to the puddle of cum they had made together. Lily blinked, her eyes having an almost faraway stare, before she obeyed, crawling on the bed, turning herself around, and dropping her face onto the pool.
She licked and slurped, sucking up the semen with a smile. Lily only hesitated when she noticed James' eyes on her, and she made sure to put on a nice show by shaking her ass for him.
James smirked with pride as he crossed his arms. "From now on, you're going to only refer to me as your Daddy. The man you knew before as your father is as good as dead to you."
"Yes, Daddy," she replied, a smile on her face. "You're my Daddy. Now and forever."
"Good. Now, open up and clean my cock. Once it's nice and clean, I'm going to fuck your pussy again." Lily beamed at the promise, and she dragged her body towards him, mouth open to suck and lick his dick clean.
James couldn't be happier. Lily made an excellent addition to his harem, serving alongside him, sitting just above his mother in terms of rank. Not that that mattered much at the moment. Lily was still far below James, or as she liked to call him, Daddy.
The young woman was almost like an entirely different person. Gone was the innocent virgin, and in her place was a sex-crazed witch with an obsessive need to have something in her pussy or ass. It was like everything Ginny had been reduced to, like Lily and her were dragged to the same sinful level, but Lily chose to go lower.
If Lily didn't have something in her pussy, whether it was a vibrator, a dildo, her Master's cock, or her mother's fingers, she would whine and pout like a spoiled child.
Thankfully her mother was quick to satisfy her, as James watched from his seat by their bed. The three were in a guest room in his home, and the young man watched as Lily dominated her mother, holding her by her long, scarlet locks as the younger woman forced her mother's face into her pussy.
"Keep licking! Ah, right there, slut! You stupid bitch… ah! More, keep licking! Now finger me, whore!" Lily didn't truly understand the gravity of her words. How they hurt and wounded her mother's heart. She just knew calling her mother's names gave her pleasure, and James taught her that it was her rightful place to stand above Ginny.
So Ginny was left as the bottom bitch as Lily commanded her, grinding her wet cunt against the older woman's face. Lily smiled at James, blowing a kiss, before she pulled on her mother's hair and came, splattering her juices against Ginny's face.
James loved the show, especially as Lily ordered Ginny not to stop, and to keep pleasuring her better. The young daughter ordered her mother to lick her ass, and as Ginny obeyed, James' mind wandered.
The sight of the incestual pairing was beautiful, even captivating, but even James was already planning on his next conquest, and just who that would be.. Ginny was a good catch, and Lily an even better one, but there was one woman in James' mind that he wanted, possibly more than any other.
The next woman was someone special indeed. A witch that James had his eyes set on for years. Perhaps even when he was attending Hogwarts, he wanted her. This woman, this one of a kind beauty was so wanted by James that, in a better life, perhaps he would have been satiated with her alone.
Now, he could only promise a portion of his heart to the glorious woman, but he knew it would be enough. If not, he would simply force her to take it, and his throbbing cock. Her compliancy was preferred, not needed...
Ever since he was young, James wanted Hermione Granger to be his. The bookish beauty had everything he wanted, but she had been stolen from his grasp. Their chance of a happy ever after stolen by that disgusting, pathetic bastard Ron Weasley. James hate for Hermione's husband rivaled the rage he felt towards Potter. Perhaps even exceeded.
He had yet to try and pluck Hermione from Ron yet because he needed to build his way up to her. One didn't start with the main course, after all.
Now, he had the strength to break her will and make her submit to him. He only needed to wait for his opening, before he struck, and she became the Mistress to his harem.