Halloween - The Aftermath: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

The soft whoosh of portkey sounded in the otherwise silent landscape of the Scottish highlands. Amid the snow, two hundred wizards appeared out of nowhere. Each wizard was shrouded in dragonhide armor, painted pitch black and providing perfect camouflage in the dark. Although slightly contrasting with the snow, the group was to a large extent indistinguishable, as it stood there for a couple of seconds.

“Alright everyone, gather around,” the deep baritone of Kingsley Shacklebolt, senior auror and the leader of the rescue mission, sounded in the silence. Without any delay, the group of aurors congregated around the imposing man in the standard formation. Two walls of bodies stood around, the inner one facing the auror in the middle while the outer wall kept a lookout in every direction, wands out and ready.

Shacklebolt looked at the team assembled and nodded. As he was about to debrief the team, one auror in the outer wall slashed his wand, a silent stunner connecting with a figure stealthily making its way toward the end of the ward. Another stunner connected with his frantic partner who also went down in a heap. Quickly, two aurors ran toward the fallen figures and bound them in thick ropes before they levitated them toward the group.

Kingsley looked at the fallen figures and frowned. The emblem on their chest identified them as the grunts of the Black Swan. Quickly, the experienced auror roused one of them from his beauty sleep. Before the man could regain his bearings, he felt the frontal assault on his non-existent mental shields.

A minute passed in silence as the aurors waited for their senior. Shacklebolt released the spell and smirked.

“Looks like they put up quite a fight. More than half of these assholes are done for. These two, got cold feet in front of Fiendfyre, pretty understandable, and fled the scene as soon as they could. This,” he fished out a runestone from the crook’s pocket, “allowed them to apparate over short distances inside the ward. Unfortunately, it’s done for. Quite clever of these assholes actually,”

The aurors frowned.

“Nevertheless,” Kingsley continued, “we should be right up there in six to seven hours tops,”

The team nodded.

“Now, regarding these two, there are clear orders to eliminate any member of this gang on sight, so...”

A couple of green flashes and the hassle was over.

“Smith, transfigure the bodies into something small and flammable and burn them off. We’ve got a long trek ahead,”

The auror in question grimly nodded as the rest of the team started walking ahead. Shacklebolt looked on before he conjured his patronus, a message for the team soon on the way.

*****

Loud whimpers and grunts sounded from the master bedroom of Malfoy manor. As Corban Yaxley got close, he grimaced once again. No matter how many times it had already happened, hearing Lucius abuse those poor muggle women never failed to upset him.

Not bothering to knock, Yaxley entered the room to see the leader of the Black Swan pounding away at the blonde-haired woman from behind, the woman’s eyes covered and a gag stuffed inside her mouth. The familiar chains that he had seen Lucius use on so many women over the years bound the woman’s hands as she rocked back and forth under the thrusts with no room to move.

With a grunt, the man exploded inside the unfortunate woman and took deep breaths. Yaxley grimaced. The sight was not pleasant. He never understood Lucius’ obsession with blonde-haired women. He knew Lucius wanted Narcissa Black to be his woman, and they were betrothed as well, but old Arcturus broke it off one day. The man had tried to go after her many times since then but the witch had turned the man down every time, eventually getting married to that James Potter instead. That didn’t justify the man’s obsession, though. In Yaxley’s opinion, Lucius was a moron who was hung up on something that couldn’t be his. There were so many fishes in the pond, but the idiot had to obsess over the one that didn’t give a fuck. Talk about a sore loser.

Annoyed, he cleared his throat and Lucius looked at him with a scowl.

“What? I told you not to disturb me,” Lucius hissed as he picked up the robe and put it on.

“Well, some things take precedence over such pleasures,” Yaxley grunted, and Lucius glared.

“I’d keep my silly opinions to myself if I were you, Corban,” Lucius snarled, “Now speak up,”

Yaxley ignored his tone, like always, and sighed.

“ You were right. Potter couldn’t resist the bait, came there with his team of fifteen, however,” he held up his hand when he saw Lucius getting excited, “Selwyn’s group encountered trouble. Out of thirty, only eight remain while the aurors suffered no casualties,”

Lucius’ joy evaporated in an instant and he snarled, “You mean to tell me a group of thirty was decimated by half its number, with nothing to show for it?”

“Precisely,” Yaxley nodded.

“Aaaarrrggghhhhh!” Lucius shouted as he pulled his wand out.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

The light left the poor woman’s eyes, her body slumped over, help up by her hands which were chained to the wall.

“Really?” Yaxley asked with a frown. Lucius ignored him and walked out. With a sigh, Yaxley called Goyle to get rid of the body. The man simply grunted and got to work as Yaxley followed behind Lucius.

“Gather everyone in the main hall, every single one,” the man snarled, his eyes wide in rage and Yaxley tapped his medallion. As they entered through the double doors to the main hall, they saw about three hundred wizards assembled in the hall.

“Tell them,” Lucius snarled at Yaxley, who frowned. Meanwhile, the other senior members of the group looked on in confusion at the angry old man.

“The leader’s hunch was right. James Potter and his team arrived in the clearing. However, Selwyn’s team couldn’t do the job. Right now, their number stands at eight, while the aurors have suffered no casualties. Although the majority of them were grunts, the odds were still in their favor. Selwyn has requested reinforcements, claiming the aurors are barricaded inside their trunks and protected by those damned runic shields.”

“I knew Selwyn was worthless, I told you Rosier, but you were the one to convince me that the man could do the job,”

Rosier frowned at being singled out but wisely kept his mouth shut. Lucius held many secrets of his, secrets which, if got out, would get him killed by his fellow terrorists.

“The more important matter,” Yaxley began, shooting Rosier a glance, “is how much reinforcement to send. I assume the aurors would’ve requested aid of their own, and I can bet that they will be the top wands they have to spare.”

“How many?” Rosier enquired,

“Over a hundred and fifty, close to two hundred, I think,”

“About two-fifty then,” Rosier muttered.

“Oh enough of this. Everyone will go, we’ll end those cunts in one night,”

Yaxley frowned.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t question me, Corban,” Lucius hissed, “prepare to head out in thirty minutes,”

Yaxley sighed and with a nod, walked over to where Rosier and the group were standing.

“The man has lost it,” he muttered.

“The man has been obsessed, and he sees what he assumes revenge in his sight,” Rosier frowned.

“I just hope this doesn’t come to bite us in the arse,”

“It doesn’t have to,” Yaxley muttered. He looked up into the eyes of everyone gathered, and their eyes widened slightly.

*****

“Mmmm...”

A soft moan sounded in the only occupied bedroom of the Potter residence as Harry Potter smirked. His palm squeezed the supple flesh of Narcissa’s breast over her lacy bra and the alluring woman sighed in pleasure.

“You’re really insatiable,” she murmured, before moaning out loud when he gave her soft tit another squeeze.

“Only for you, love,” he whispered in her ear, and Narcissa shivered in pleasure. They had gone to sleep a couple of hours ago, and it seemed her new lover was ready for more.

“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, am I?” She asked rhetorically, and Harry chuckled.

He was spooning Narcissa from behind, his arms wrapped around her and his hand on her large tits. Another squeeze and Narcissa moaned in pleasure. Feeling mischievous, she wriggled her scantily clad ass on his boner, smirking when she felt him hiss in pleasure.

“You play dirty, miss,” he whispered huskily, and Narcissa’s arousal peaked. Quickly, she turned around in his embrace and looked up into his lust-filled eyes.

“Everything is fair in love and war,” she whispered, and Harry smirked.

“So this is war, huh?”

“No,” Narcissa smirked, “this is World War,” and without waiting for his response, she mashed her lips against his in a heated kiss.

Harry wasn’t surprised for a moment, as he returned her lustful kiss with equal passion, if not more. His hands grabbed her arms and he pulled them up over her head, moving his body over hers as their lips moved in a dance of pure lust and fervor.

Narcissa moaned into the kiss when she felt his erection continuously brush over her lace-covered mound. Seeking more contact, she lifted her pelvis slightly and started rubbing her sodden cunt over his raging hard-on. Their mouths opened together and their tongues got involved in an instant.

She couldn’t help herself. She let out a soft, breathy moan as she rubbed her clit against his erect cock through her knickers as her arms encircled his neck, their tongues battling inside her sweet mouth.

Harry ran his hands over her sides, his fingers grazing her creamy skin, and Narcissa moaned when she felt him brush the sides of her tits over her lacy bra. The sensation was so tantalizing that she bit his lip softly as if silently urging him to just get on with it.

Harry seemingly got her message as his hand reached behind her back. In one fluid motion, he unsnapped her bra. His fingers slid the straps down her shoulders one by one until they rested by her elbow. Her tits sprang free of their confines, covered by the flimsy material. Narcissa wasted no time as she pulled her arms back and helped him drag the bra down.

Smirking, Harry pulled the offending piece of clothing off her sexy body and threw it to the side. For a moment, the two lovers stared at each other, smiles etched on both their faces, before Harry grinned and covered her soft lips with his.

Narcissa moaned when his hands grabbed her soft tit flesh and squeezed harshly. She was sure she would have his fingermarks all over her creamy skin and she found she didn’t mind that in the slightest. Her arms came back up around him and her fingers threaded through his hair, caressing and pulling softly as his hands continued their assault on her tits while their tongues caressed one another inside the confines of her sinful mouth.

Harry squeezed her tits to his heart’s content, playing with the supple flesh before he grabbed her nipples between his fingers and twisted. Narcissa cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt her lover use her bountiful tits as he deemed fit.

“Ooohhh baby, ooohh yess... squeeze them baby... ohh play with them... ohh yesss... they’re yours baby... oh I’m yours...”

Narcissa cried out in ecstasy when Harry moved his lips over her nipples and started sucking hard. His hands played with the unoccupied orb as he alternated between the twin mounds of pleasure.

“Ohh you’re so bad baby...” She moaned when she felt him nibble over her tits, softly biting on her nipples and prompting her to hiss in pleasure. Still sucking her heavenly globes, Harry trailed his right hand down her body until he found the waistband of her lacy knickers. With a wicked smirk, he reached inside and flicked her clit hard.

“FUCKKKK!” Narcissa cried out in pleasure as she felt him roughly play with her clitoris, the bundle of sensitive nerves engorged already and ready to be played with. Smirking, Harry burrowed his fingers inside her knickers and Narcissa felt him touch her lower lips. A pleasant shiver passed through her as he dragged his fingers over her wet slit once, twice, thrice, before he curved his finger and inserted one inside her.

Her damp pussy welcomed his finger like an old friend, and Harry felt his finger sinking inside her quivering snatch. The walls were engorged, a testament to her arousal, and Harry moved his finger inside her slowly. He knew there was no need to rush it, and he was ready to take his time in getting her all hot and bothered. Only then would he take her in every manner.

They had fucked inside his father’s office, over the car in that parking, and then inside his shower. They had made each other cum so many times already that he had lost count. But there was something oddly intimate and satisfactory in making love in his bed. As he looked at her face, he knew she felt the same.

With a grin, he pressed his lips softly against hers, moving slowly with her both up here and down there. Her pussy walls were soft around his singular digit, and Harry curled his middle finger before inserting it inside her as well.

“Mmmmm... ohh yess...” Narcissa sighed in pleasure and started clenching her pussy around his fingers, moving her hips slowly back and forth and fucking herself.

“Feels good?”

“Oh love, you’ve no idea,” she whispered and kissed him softly. Harry chuckled into the kiss and brought his thumb upward until it was hovering over her sensitive clit. Deepening the kiss, he pressed his thumb over the bundle while fingering her and rubbed softly. Narcissa shivered in his arms and her moans were swallowed as he kissed her furiously. His free hand played with her boob, flicking her nipple and pinching it between his fingers as Narcissa continued to writhe under him.

“Oh fuck it!” Narcissa growled and surprised Harry by pushing him off her. Quickly she flipped them over until she came to rest on top of him. Harry looked up at her with his eyes wide and took in her aroused visage. She was ready for it.

“I wanna try something,” she whispered as she bent over him, her tits dangling tantalizingly under his face and he could feel them hit his chin. Narcissa smirked.

“What is it?”

Instead of answering, Narcissa got off him and turned around. Harry’s eye’s widened when her damp pussy hovered over his face and she grasped his cock in her soft hands.

“Come on baby,” she whispered huskily as she looked at him over her shoulder, “eat up while I get a taste of this popsicle,”

And in time, he found his face covered with her curvy ass as his tongue probed her puffy labia while her mouth closed around his cock. It didn’t matter how long it took, as they continued to pleasure each other well into the night, ignorant of what was currently transpiring in the Scottish highlands.

*****

As Harry shot another load inside his lover’s addictive pussy and pulled her flush against him, the situation was entirely different somewhere else.

The auror force under Kingsley Shacklebolt was almost halfway up the mountain, trekking through the treacherous snow. It was a good thing that they had magic, else a number of them would’ve plummeted to their deaths already.

As the group of two hundred aurors kept advancing, another group of over three hundred appeared on the other side of the mountain. This group, led by none other than Lucius Malfoy, pulled out the black stones before vanishing from sight, appearing about fifty meters ahead. Short distance apparition was the only option, and within no time, they had reached halfway up.

They frowned when they saw the stones lose their potency midway before they too started trekking up the mountain.

The reinforcements were there, and as it stood currently, it seemed both would arrive at the same time. One thing was for sure though, it was about to get violent.

As Lucius Malfoy walked through the snow, only one thought was on his mind.

‘Get ready to meet your end today, Potter. I’ll kill you and your whelp, and then Narcissa will be mine. I’ll enjoy breaking that bitch,’

A malicious smile crept upon his face as he imagined the number of ways he would make the blonde seductress submit to him.

Unbeknownst to him, a small group of his most powerful backers was talking quietly in the back, all of them having reached a general consensus sometime ago. After all, if the ship was sinking, it was better to abandon it.

*****

To be continued...