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The wife of the Minister of Magic were rudely disrupted in her chores as a housewife.
Maintaining a proper tan is no easy matter. And it required something of her.

She reached for her smartphone. Her husband had insisted on them adopting this muggle device into their household. Narcissa had protested of course. She was a proud pureblood and she wasn’t keen on lowering herself to the use of Muggles and their infernal gadgets… but she had succumbed to her husbands wishes.

The phone was ringing, and Narcissa pressed the green button to begin the call.
She turned over in her lounging chair by the pool to get some sun on her back and butt.

Narcissa: Yes?

Andromeda: I believe you are meant to say who is answering and then ask who is calling, Cissy.

Narcissa: I have completed the course in Muggle adult studies, I know what I am doing… What do you want, sister?

The tone was short on Narcissa‘s part. She had never forgiven Dromeda, and she likely never would.

She had been mildly annoyed that her husband and her sister seemed to be getting along really well. Not that she was at all afraid she would lose her husband to her sister. Narcissa lacked for nothing compared to her sister - and confidence was not one of them. Narcissa also proudly presented herself as Mrs Potter whenever she had the chance.

Andromeda: Oh I just wanted to talk to my dear baby sister, and ensure that she is doing well in her new life as Mrs Potter instead of Mrs Malfoy…

Narcissa made a grim face: I am doing perfectly fine sister, thank you.

Andromeda: And… what about the sex?

Narcissa smiled. This was something that had been a vast improvement over her former marriage.

Narcissa: Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, the sex is fantastic. Harry is the best lover in the world. Our sex is the hottest in the entire world.

Andromeda: Yeah, I am sure he might be… or at least… he is the second best… and your sex is the second hottest…

Narcissa opened her eyes and looked like a serpent.

Narcissa: What?

Andromeda: Well… surely nothing can compare to my husbands vigorous lovemaking... Last night he literally made me squirt all over the bed… I had to cast I do not know how many cleaning spells…

Narcissa: Oh that sounds like a rarity to you… That happens every single night with me and Harry.

Andromeda: Really…? The Minister of Magic finds that amount of time? Sorry sis… I just don’t believe you.

Narcissa: Like I care what you believe, sis… Btw I don’t have time to indulge you or your fantasies… I have to keep primed for my man… it’s my duty as his breeder.

Andromeda: What a breeder you are… Have you actually had any of his kids yet? Harry’s kids I mean… Sorry baby sis, but I am the only true breeder from the Black family.

Narcissa grabbed the phone and now she was angry.

Narcissa swiped the screen and suddenly she was looking at her sisters smug face.

Narcissa: That’s it! I am gonna prove it! I am gonna prove that Harry fucks me like a breeding bull and treats me like his cock sleeve every chance he gets! I am gonna make him impregnate me and I am gonna prove once and for all that I am the best breeder ever to spring from the most noble house of Black!

Andromeda smiled: Sounds good… remember… press the little red button on the screen to record sis… I would hate to miss the chance to see it…

Then… Andromeda ended the call…

Narcissa: Fucking Bitch!

Narcissa immediately began to text her husband...
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Hey everyone.

How do you like the start of this chapter? 🤭

I sorta couldn’t stop myself when I drew this. I even impressed myself a little. But I guess sometimes everything just feels right. I hope you can relate.

Funny thing about this is… this was all Andromeda manipulating her little sister into having extra hot sex with her husband Harry. Andromeda likes Harry a lot, so the best she can give him is some good nights with her sister.

I hope you enjoy it and will please respect that I don’t want this posted anywhere else. Thank you so much ❤️

And also, I will start writing further on as soon as possible. We might have to make Harry’s and Narcissa‘s meeting into a flashback, if you don’t mind.

Yours truly
Hammer