The Black Prince (Ch.2) (Patreon)

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black stared despondently at the pile of letters waiting for her on the table. She didn’t need to open them to know their contents. No doubt they would be no different than letters, missives and threats, both subtle and overt, that had been plaguing her lately.

Narcissa sighed.

How had everything gone so wrong?

Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts and end of the Dark Lord’s reign of terror, the fortunes of House Malfoy went from low to low.

No.

Narcissa shook her head.

The problems of House Malfoy started much earlier than that fateful night. Ever since Dark Lord’s return it seemed like everything that could go wrong for their House, did go wrong. At least nowdays the worst Narcissa had to fear were pushy creditors demanding payment and prospect of losing Malfoy Manor and humiliation that would doubtlessly cause.

A far kinder fate than Voldemort’s displeasure.

Still, just because things weren’t as bad as they could have been, didn’t mean Narcissa was content with the current state of Malfoy  affairs. Her husband was back behind Azkaban bars, her daughter wroth at her diminished station in life was busy trying to make something of herself at the Ministry.

And Narcissa?

What could she do but try to hold things together, hoping against reason that she would be able to salvage things before the sins of her husband dragged her and their daughter into the abyss.

It’s not like she hadn’t done that before.

During the lull in fighting, right after Harry Potter had been struck by the Dark Lord’s killing curse, Narcissa made a gambit, wagering everything, her life and those of her husband and daughter all on a slim chance that Harry Potter would prevail.

She secured a flimsy promise from the boy and then lied to Voldemort about the his survival. To this day Narcissa did not know why Dark Lord did not invade her mind to see the truth of her deception.

Regardless, Narcissa and her family had made it out alive and though Lucius was sent back to Azkaban, Narcissa and her daughter were left free.

Free to struggle for their positions in the world. With former friends and many enemies cirling around. At best, they were no help, but some seemed to view Malfoy’s downturn in fortune as a chance to better their lot in life.

Debts and obligations that previously could have easily been dealt with, suddenly became insurmountable issues. If once Malfoy gold was plentiful and capable of opening any door, nowadays Narcissa struggled to maintain their mansion and all the hallways of power seemed hostile.

For a moment Narcissa thought about turning to her daughter, involving her in these troublesome affairs.

But no.

She had plenty of problems of her own, what with all issues at her Ministry job that seemed to grow more dire each Narcissa asked her about them. Bad enough future Lady Malfoy had to find something as plebean as salaried job, Narcissa wouldn’t make things worse for her.

Yes, these were the consequences of choices made by her and her husband. It was only appropriate that they were the ones that handled them.

But how?

Narcissa wasn’t so stubborn as to believe that she alone could deal with all of her problems. Malfoy name did not command respect and fear it once did. Narcissa needed allies who could shield her long enough for her and her daughter to weather the storm and come out stronger on the other side.

But who would help her?

The other proud pureblood families? Those were either in as dire straits as Malfoys or worse. A few that had been prudent or cowardly enough to remain neutral were no friends of hers and she did not want to think what their price would be for even smallest bit of assistance.

Family?

Narcissa let out a bitter laugh. As if anyone on Lucius’ side would lend her so much as bent Knut. As for her own family and relatives….They were either too distant to bother, dead or rotting in Azkaban.

Narcissa frowned. There was one exception. One person who shared Narcissa’s blood and who wasn’t a crazed Death Eater.

Her big sister Andromeda.

The idea was almost dismissed as soon as Narcissa thought of it. It was distasteful to think of going to that blood traitor for help. Bad enough Andy sullied her body and bloodline by marrying and breeding with a muggleborn, her daughter just had to go and make things worse by sleeping with an animal.

And it’s not like Andromeda was rich.

Still, Andy was a lawyer and thus could possibly help with the legal side of things. And though neither Andromeda nor her debauched daughter commanded any sort of power, they were connected to someone who did.

Wasn’t Harry Potter a godfather to Nymphadora’s spawn?

After Narcissa had resolved to seek Andromeda’s help, it didn’t take long for her to arrive to her elder sister’s house.

The reception was, at first, about what she expected. Chilly suspicion and barely held back hostility. However, after Narcissa weathered the scorn and explained her situation, Andy changed.

A wicked smile played on her elder sister’s lips. Narcissa hadn’t liked where things were going, but future events were even wilder than she could possibly imagine.

XxXxX

Harry surveyed the woman spread in front of him. Narcissa’s had been expertly tied up, the silk rope forcing her arms and legs apart in such a way so as to leave the woman bare and vulnerable to Harry’s lustful gaze. Her modest breasts were pushed to prominence by the loops of rope and there was no hiding the arousal the pureblood witch must have felt watching him fuck her elder sister.

For Merlin’s sake, Malfoy MILF had left a puddle of her juices on the floor!

Harry’s cock that had gone somewhat soft after his coitus with Andy, returned harder than ever. It bobbed in the air, precum dripping from its tip. Harry saw Narcissa’s eyes follow every twitch of his penis, her attention bound to it by an irresistible force. The woman was flushed red, though Harry didn’t know whether embarrassment or lust was the cause of it.

Most likely both.

Andromda gripped his cock, her dainty hand barely capable of encircling his shaft. She moved her hand up and down, stroking him from the base to his cockhead.

Harry grunted, pleased, and looked at his mature lover, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Do you like my gift, my Lord?” Andromeda asked with a wicked little smile. “I know Cissy’s body is not as voluptuous as mine, but rest assured she is good and ready to please you with her whorish body.”

Harry was tempted, there was no denying it. The thought of fucking the mother of his school nemesis and then confronting her with that information, spoke to him on a primal level. And yet….

“You said she was one of the reasons for your proposal.” Harry said.

“Indeed.” Andromeda said and starting to stroke Narcissa’s pussy with one of her feet. “She came to me begging to save her, to speak to you on your behalf. It seems that House Malfoy failed to adapt to new reality.”

Harry frowned.

“So what was all of this supposed to be about?” Harry gestured at the bound Malfoy. “Why do that to your own sister?”

Andromeda rushed to explain herself. Fear of his displeasure plain apparent on her face.

“I figured Narcissa ought to pay, to earn your favour, my Lord.” Andromeda looked at her sister and sneered. “And it’s not like she’s good for anything else. Getting fucked and bred is all the use she can be put to. At least this time she’ll be impregnated by a wizard worthy of House Black and not another blond twit.”

“I won’t do something like that to an unwilling woman.” Harry said, somewhat weakly.

He very much doubted Narcissa needed much coercion, if her current state was any indication. Still, what remained of his gryffindor morals was very much against the idea. That part of him rather liked the though of Malfoy’s going destitute. It would be a suitable penance for all the shit they had put him through over the years.

And yet….

Andromeda hurried to sell him the idea. She let go of his cock and rushed to drag he sister closer.

“Slut. Tell My Lord what you think about this idea. Tell him how you intend to earn his help!”

Andromeda grabbed her sister by her tits and pinched and twisted her nipples. A gasp of pain and reluctant pleasure tore out of her throat.

This finally snapped Narcissa way from gazing longingly at his penis.

“Please. Harry, My Lord Black, I mean.” She started and licked her lips as if uncertain. Still she took a deep breath and continued. “My sister has the truth of it. I seek your protection for myself and for my daughter. I am ready to serve, My Lord. Please take me as your woman. Use me however you please. Fuck me, if you wish. Breed me, if you want more children. I happily submit my life, my dignity, my womb to you, My Lord.”

Although Narcissa started shy and uncertain, by the end of her little speech, her eyes were ablaze with passion. Harry could hear it in her voice. The proposal certainly sounded...nice.

His feelings must have shown on his face, because Andromeda grinned a wicked grin and embraced her sister from behind, her tits pressed against the blonde’s back.

“Why don’t you prove the truth of your words, sweet sister.” She crooned and helped Narcissa rise into a kneeling position.

Harry’s cock was so close to Naricssa’s mouth, he could feel her hot breath on it.

Narcissa took a deep breath, her lungs filling with Harry’s musk, opened her mouth and took Harry in her mouth.

Uncertain at first, it didn’t take long for Narcissa to get into it and soon enough Harry was enjoying a gentle blowjob. Narcissa struggled with his cock if she took more than half of it, but what she did take into her mouth, she treated with proper respect.

She sucked and licked, her cheeks hollowing as she blew him, while her tongue writhed beneath his cock, tracing every vein and making sure to clean it up from her sister’s juices.

It was...nice, all things considered.

Perhaps Harry might have reached climax in another half an hour at this pace, but Andromeda had other ideas. She grabbed her sister by her mane of platinum blonde hair.

“That’s not how you service our Lord.” Andromeda snarled and forced her sister’s throat onto Harry’s cock.

Glurgkh!

Glurgkh!

Glurgkh!

Inch by inch, Narcissa had no choice but to swallow Harry’s penis. She choked and gurgled, dripping spit all over her breasts and floor. What little makeup she wore today was now ruined, with dark splotches running from the corner of her eyes, which were rolling back from the sudden lack of oxygen.

Andromeda did not relent until Narcissa’s lips planted a kiss on the base of Harry’s cock, leaving a red mark of her lipstick. Only then did she let her younger sister come back for air. Narcissa had time to take one desperate gasp of air, before Andromeda forced her back down.

Glurgkh! Glurgkh! Glurgkh!

Again and again Andromeda violated her little sister’s throat, abusing her, all for Harry’s pleasure. When she would force Narcissa to take all of Harry’s cock, Andromeda grabbed the younger MILF by her throat, jerking Harry off while using Narcissa as little more than a cumrag.

The two of them made for a picture as pretty as it was obscene. The two sisters were a study in constrasts. The older one was dark haired and with bigger breasts, while the younger had pale blonde hair and though smaller tits, her thighs were perfect for breeding. Andromeda had the dominant air around her, while Narcissa was the picture of submission.

But for all their differences, in that moment both were united in their desire to please their Lord and Master.

“Fuck!” Harry grunted like a boar, as he felt pleasure mount.

The muscles Narcissa’s tight little throat spasmed and constricted around his cock, their pleasurable hold made even tighter by Andromeda’s tight grip. He could hold on no longer.

With an effort of will, Harry forced Narcissa off of his cock. And not a moment too late his penis spewed forth rope after rope of his cum, covering the two slutty MILFs with his semen, marking their faces and their tits with evidence of his ownership of them.

“Worry not my Lord!” Andromeda exclaimed, while Narcissa caught her breath. “I shall prepare her for you!”

With these words, Andromeda fell upon her, her mouth, tongue and fingers eagerly scooping up the cum covering Narcissa. The younger MILF gasped, first in pleasure at her sister’s ministrations then in indignation as she realised her elder sister was stealing her hard earned reward.

The two sisters were quick to engage in making out, kissing and licking, groping and pinching. One moment they were competing for Harry’s cum, then next they were eagerly swirling it in their mouths before pressing their lips to each other, sharing in their bounty, snowballing Harry’s hot cum. They moaned in pleasure, all thoughts of embarrassment or humiliation momentarily forgotten.

How could Harry not grow excited at such a spectacle of carnal delights?

“Andy, put your sister into a proper position.” He commanded and Andromeda was quick to obey.

“Yes, My Lord.” She said as she forced Narcissa on her back, the blonde’s legs spread and forced almost to her ears, leaving Narcissa’s cunt and ass exposed and vulnerable.

Harry grinned, the expression on his face hungry. He looked at Narcissa, whose face was a mask of nervousness and excitement.

“Last chance.” Harry said as he slid his cock against Narcissa’s cunt, lubricating it in her juices.

The blonde MILF shuddered and bit her lip, but nodded.

“I am ready to prove my devotion, My Lord.” She said finally.

Harry’s smile widened and in one swift thrust he sheathed his cock in Narcissa’s asshole.

The Malfoy witch shuddered, gasped, twitched and howled. The muscles of her sphincter spasmed desperate to keep Harry’s cock out, but it was too late.

Harry fucked her ass, taking Narcissa on the floor like a lowly slut. He smacked her hips and squeezed her breasts, playing with her nipples. Harry pounded her, pumping his cock back and forth, each thrust ending with his hips slapping against her ass. Harry plowed Narcissa, the mother of his hated enemy until she was moaning from pain, from pleasure, alarmed and delighted by the unexpected sensation.

Her pale blue eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her once aristocratic features were twisted in such depraved expression, a whore would have found it shameful. Her face was twisted with pain that was slowly twisting into masochistic pleasure.

Narcissa grit her teeth, trying to hold onto the last bits of dignity, but there was no stopping her shaking moans of shameful pleasure.

“F-fuck!” Narcissa gasped. “Morgana’s tits. Please, My Lord, not so hard. Mercy!” She pleased pathetically.

“Shut up, slut.” Andromeda sneered and slapped her sister lightly. “Don’t listen to her, My Lord. She can take that and so much more!”

Harry grunted but ignored the two sisters’ words and focused on fucking Narcissa’s tight little asshole. It was clear Lucius had never made use of it, the fool.

Harry fucked Narcissa, accelerating his pace. He rocked his hips back and forth, faster with each thrust, feeling her asshole clench so pleasurably around his invading phallus. Harry slapped her  ass, which was cherry red from all the abuse. Narcissa moaned in humiliated pleasure. Harry’s cock twitched at the sound.

Hastily, Harry pulled out just in time to cum all over Narcissa, marking her as his for the second time today.

He might not have been entirely happy to be involved in this House Black business, but he couldn’t deny there some definite perks.