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The Black Prince (ch.6)
🕑 Added 2024-06-23 21:48:30 +0000 UTCCassiopeia Malfoy was pacing in her office in Malfoy Manor. The room and all of its contents that were left to her once her father had been shipped off to the Azkaban felt inordinately small today.
It had been a long day at the ministry, and upon returning Cassiopeia wanted nothing more than to collapse on her bed and let the troubles of the world lie for a bit, while she was recuperating from a whole damn day of trying to drag the reputation of House Malfoy out of the mud her father’s and, she had to be honest, her actions had left it.
A scream of pure frustration burst past her full lips, disturbing the silence of the manor.
It was unbecoming of a pureblood lady such as her to behave like some anxious muggle twit, but she could not help it. She was angry- No she was downright furious at...at...at well the whole bloody world right now.
Bad enough that everyone looked at her, their natural better, like some diseased muggle, Harry fucking Potter had to go and claim Black lordship as his own. Thus forever denying it to Cassiopeia.
Why would that scarhead even want the damn thing? It’s not like the bastard needed any more power and prestige in the Wizarding world. Honestly, sometimes it felt like the Ministry was a breath away from dropping on their knees and giving that asshole a big ol’ sloppy kiss.
Now Cassiopeia, and by extension House Malfoy could have really used the title and everything that came with it to shore up its positions.
And in a fairer world, Cassiopeia would have gotten it.
After all, she had the best blood claim, which should have been the only factor to matter. But no, that damn mutt Sirius Black just had to go and bequeath the title, the gold and all the bloody prestige to his fuck up of a godson.
Well, yes there was Andromeda and her werewolf lover of a daughter, but their sullied blood aside, Andromeda and her little branch of the family had been struck from the family tree when the eldest daughter of house Black eloped with that mudblood.
Cassiopeia stopped in the middle of the room and let out an explosive breath, feeling her shoulders sag as she let go a little of the mounting tension. Her pale cheeks were stained with red.
“What’s gotten into you, girl.” Cassiopeia muttered to herself as he pushed the stray lock of platinum blonde hair back behind her ear. “You really need some way to unwind.”
It was easier said than done. Just because Cassie wanted to take a breather, doesn’t mean the numerous enemies hounding her House would do the same or respect her doing that.
And then there was another, more personal matter.
The door into her office opened and Narcissa Malfoy, her mother stepped inside, looking splendid in a white dress that Cassiopeia did not remember seeing in her mother’s wardrobe. It was of a more muggle cut that seemed to be popular these days, even among respectable witches, and seemed to highlight every curve Narcissa so richly possessed while managing not to stray into obscene territory.
“I am off for a meeting, darling. You’ll be alright?” Narcissa asked her daughter.
Cassiopeia regarded her mother, looking into her baby blue eyes with her own pale grey ones, searching for any sign of shame.
None.
Cassiopeia swallowed.
“Yes, mother.” She muttered and spread her arms for a hug, a short length of silk hidden in one of her hands.
Narcissa beamed at her daughter and gave her a hug, not noticing the tiny thread now stuck to the back of her dress.
And just like that, Narcissa was on her way to what Cassiopeia suspected to be something demeaning and highly inappropriate for a pureblood lady to participate in.
Basically, Cassiopeia suspected her mother to be selling her body for cash. And she had a sneaking suspicion to whom.
That’s why she stuck that length of silk to her mother’s dress. It was one half of a longer string, with the other half securely in Cassiopeia’s possession. Some sympathetic charms later, and there was nowhere in Britain Narcissa could go where Cassiopeia wouldn’t be able to follow.
Well, unless it was somewhere heavily warded.
Not the case here, thank Merlin.
Though perhaps it would have been better if Narcissa had her rendezvous somewhere private and well protected. Like the Black family house on Grimmauld street. Or some other secure residence.
Not some damn muggle park, where any passing muggle could see her and Harry bloody Potter!
Despite her suspicions, seeing her mother meeting Cassie’s Hogwarts nemesis came as a shock to the young woman. She had never thought that Golden Boy had it in him to extort sexual favours out of a married woman.
A lady of a noble house no less!
Though Cassie supposed she should have expected some sort of degeneracy from a man whose childhood had been spent among muggles.
Still, it didn’t change the fact that Harry fucking Potter was having liaisons with her mother!
As Cassiopeia trailed after the couple, she could feel her ire growing. Harry Potter had no sense of decency!
The damn half-blood dared to grope and caress Narcissa’s rump, playing with it, squeezing it and all in all, taking the sort of liberties Cassiopeia would see him lose his hand for, once House Malfoy regained its former power and influence.
Her poor mom had to suffer this debasing treatment without protest, her body helpless to do anything but accept that dirty half-blood’s clumsy pawing.
Cassiopeia’s breath hitched when she saw Potter kiss her mother’s neck. She saw, clear as day Narcissa shiver in fright and disgust at the touch.
That was bad but that half-blood brute was about to do so much worse.
In a muggle park where anyone could see them, without even a hint of a muggle-repelling ward or an illusion to conceal his depravity, Harry Potter bent Narcissa Malfoy over the bench and hiked the hem of her dress up, his intentions obvious.
Cassiopeia watched, spellbound and red in the face, as Harry Potter peeled away Narcissa’s underwear, exposing her sopping wet cunt to the air.
She should have interfered. Should have burst out of the shrubbery, wand blazing, and put a stop to this madness.
She didn’t.
Instead, Cassiopeia watched Harry stuff her mother’s cunt with his cock.
Cassiopeia spent the next hour watching Harry bloody Potter fuck the statuesque blonde that looked so much like Cassiopeia herself, with the woman in question filling the park air with her slutty moans.
Neither Harry Potter cumming into Narcissa’s unprotected womb, nor the two leaving the park, made Cassie snap out of her stupor.
It took some time, but eventually Cassiopeia came back to her senses. Ignoring the ruined state of her own panties, as well as the puddle of feminine juices beneath her, Cassiopeia focus on the important matters.
She was going to save her mother from that brute’s attentions. E-even if that meant Cassiopeia herself taking her place in satiating his obscene appetites.
A loud slap shattered the silence of the park.
Cassiopeia rubbed her reddened cheek glaring at nothing in particular, but wishing she had a mirror so that she could glare at herself.
She was a noble lady of an ancient house. She would not debase herself! If Potter wanted to lay with a Malfoy, well, he should not have spurned her generous offer of friendship all those years ago.
XxXxX
Cassiopeia burst through the doors of Harry’s office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, eyes ablaze with righteous anger.
“Potter, explain yourself!” She demanded and crossed her arms beneath her chest, subconsciously emphasising them.
The man’s secretary followed a few seconds after Cassiopeia.
“Mister Potter, sir, I am so sorry. She just marched right past me, even when I told her to make an appointment. I will call the guards-” The younger woman hurriedly said.
Potter simply raised his hand in a pacifying gesture.
“Don’t worry Romilda, I will handle this.” He smiled at the younger woman, before glancing at Cassiopeia. “Oh and be a dear and keep quiet about Lady Malfoy’s….hurry to meet me. I am sure she doesn’t want to feed the Ministry’s rumour mill.” He said pointedly.
Cassiopeia wouldn’t give that man the satisfaction of her agreement, but the tips of her ears reddened in a very telling manner.
Once the they were left alone in the small office, Cassie went on the offensive.
“I want you to stop forcing my mother to have sex with you.” She demanded.
Harry Potter hummed thoughtfully.
“Alright.” He said simply.
That threw Cassiopeia in a loop.
“That simple?” She asked, a touch of uncertainty entering her voice. Could it be this easy?
“Well, so long as you take her place of course.” Harry Potter said smugly. “I have gotten so used to having a Malfoy service my cock, I don’t think I could ever stop. Merlin’s beard, I always knew your father to be a cocksucker, but I had never thought it to be a Malfoy family trait.”
Cassiopeia’s hand twitched in the direction of her wand holster.
It was a momentary movement, but Potter still noticed it.
He rolled his eyes.
“Oh don’t’ pretend you don’t want it.” He said as he stood up from his chair, walked around his desk and sat on its edge.
In a few quick motions, he liberated his cock from the confines of his trousers.
Breath caught in Cassiopeia’s throat, as her eyes dilated and fixated on Potter’s half-hard penis.
Even in a semi-erect state it still dwarfed the manhoods of what few good pureblood men Cassiopeia had given the honour of laying with her and worst of all, under her intense gaze, it continued to grow, hardening into an absolute monster of a cock.
With a monumental effort of will, Cassie tore her eyes away from Potter’s obscene manhood and looked at his smug face.
“In your dreams, Potter.” She managed to say with a straight voice.
But Harry Potter just smirked.
“Oh come now. Why else would you spend all of our tenure at Hogwarts chasing after my attention? You couldn’t handle your little crush in a mature adult way, so the only avenue to release your emotions was having those rows with me.” Potter gave his cock a couple of strokes, his hand seemingly taking forever to travel from the base and the fat ballsack to the engorged purple cockhead that was already dripping precum onto the floor.
Cassiopeia couldn’t help but lick her lips. Blushing furiously, she could not take her eyes off Potter’s cock, even as thoughts flitted rapidly through her head.
Potter was obviously insane if he thought Cassiopeia harboured any sort of desires for him during their Hogwarts years. Yet it changed nothing about the current situation.
She had to do it. Her mother’s dignity as a proper pureblood lady was at stake. She had risked so much during the war to make sure Cassie came through it alive and free. Now that Narcissa herself was in danger, how could Cassie do anything else but her utmost to protect her?
Yes. That’s right. Cassie had no choice but to submit to Potter’s obscene manhood.
Cassiopeia ignored the heat between her thighs with determination that bordered on insanity.
“Fine!” She spat, glaring at Potter. “Promise me, you will not force my mother to debase herself for your pleasure, and I will take her place.”
Potter smirked.
“Alright, alright. So long as Cassiopeia Malfoy is being a good little slut for me, I will not force Narcissa Malfoy to do anything she doesn’t want to.” He smirked at Cassie. “Happy now?”
Perhaps, if Cassiopeia was in a better state of mind, she would have noticed the dodgy wording of Harry’s oath, but as it were, she could only nod with satisfaction, secretly no less eager than Potter to get to the next part of their arrangement.
Thus, she nodded and sealed her fate.
XxXxX
Harry would not deny it – he had been looking forward to this. He had been sure about this when Narcissa came to him with the suggestion, but looking at the normally haughty Cassiopeia blushing prettily before him, he was glad he had taken Narcissa up on her offer.
Cassiopeia was not a younger clone of her mother. She was leaner, with some remnant of her quidditch fitness still providing tone to her lithe arms and legs. Unlike her voluptuous mother, Cassiopeia had slimmer figure, but she did have legs for day and an ass that, though not particularly large, was fit and tight and would likely be a delight to spank.
The only thing Cassiopeia shared with her mother, was the mane of platinum blonde hair that Cassiopeia kept in a tight french braid.
Yes, Harry was definitely looking forward to having Cassie’s full lips wrapped around his cock.
Cassiopeia glared expectantly at him, which only made Harry’s cock throb harder.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” She said.
It was so cute how Cassie tried to hide eagerness in her voice.
Stroking his cock, Harry said:
“I am glad you are dying to get fucked Cassie, but have some patience.” Harry leered at the blushing blonde. “Why don’t you get rid of your clothes and give me a striptease.”
Cassie opened her mouth, likely for some cutting retort, but one glance at Harry’s manhood and she instead chose to comply.
Her movements were awkward and clumsy and lack of music did not help her sense of rhythm, but one by one Cassiopeia discarded her clothes, until she completely naked.
Harry was amused to see a just how wet Cassie’s pussy was. It certainly needed his personal attention. Not to mention those nipples… You could glass with them.
Cassiopeia glared at him once she completed a twirl.
“Happy?”
Harry spread his legs wider, showing off his prodigious erection. There was no hiding the way Cassie’s eye dipped down and stared at it.
“I will be, once you get your pretty lips around my cock.” He told her.
If looks could kill, Cassie would have already accomplished what Voldemort couldn’t, but in the end, she dropped on her knees in front of Harry’s twitching dick.
It was a wonder to see her eyes widen as she beheld the sheer size of his manhood. The way her eyes traced every vein from his swollen cockhead to the balls full of hot cum ready to flood a slut’s womb.
Then Cassie opened her mouth and started sucking. Clearly the size was too much for an inexperienced dick-pleaser like Cassie. She bobbed her head back and forth, trying to get more and more of his cock into her pretty mouth, but in the found her limit at a little over a half of his length.
That wouldn’t do.
Harry grabbed Cassie’s head.
“Be ready to swallow when I push.” He told her and thrust forward.
“Glurgkh!”
Cassie choked and gagged as Harry pushed more of his cock down her throat, making it bulge obscenely. Spit dripped down Cassiopeia’s chin and onto the floor, while the pureblood slut tried to contain Harry’s penis.
Finally, once he was balls deep in Cassie’s formerly virginal throat, Harry let go of her head and removed his cock from her mouth.
“Bad form, Cassie.” He told her. “But that’s something we will have to work on later. Don’t worry I don’t blame you. Having only pureblood gits for lovers must have left you unprepared for a real man’s cock.”
“This thing is nothing more than a sign of your brutish nature and bestial origins.” Cassiopeia spat. “I don’t know what your usual slatterns made you believe, but proper women don’t like having to deal with such monstrosities. Don’t think I enjoyed this rough treatment or the way your thick cock reached halfway to my lungs. I didn’t.”
Harry rolled his eyes and slapped Cassie’s face with his cock.
“Don’t call your mom a slattern. That’s just rude.” Harry laughed at the look on Cassie’s face. “Now why don’t you lie down?”
Harry conjured a bed.
“Does it have to be this position?” Cassiopeia asked while blushing prettily.
Harry had her lying on her back, ready and secretly eager to get fucked in a classic missionary position. Their faces were so close, Harry could feel her breath on his lips and smell her jasmine of her perfume.
“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll fuck on your hands and knees like the bitch you are some other time.” Harry said and before Cassiopeia could say anything else, he pushed his hips forward, sheathing his dick inside of Cassie’s cunt.
Both of the groaned as one.
The way Cassie’s pussy squeezed his cock, it was almost as if she had been a virgin. It was a struggle to push his cock forward, but inch by inch he got more and more of his cock inside of her tight snatch.
Cassiopeia meanwhile was incessant. Harry’s cock was much bigger than anything she had had before and the sheer girth was pushing her poor little pussy to its limits. She could feel every vein and every bump on his cock. The blonde witch writhed in Harry’s embrace, bucking her hips desperate to get more of his cock in her tight cunt.
“Aaaah, fuck!” She moaned out, when Harry buried his face in her modest tits.
He licked and sucked on her pale flesh, gently biting on her stiff nipples and teasing their sensitive flesh with his tongue. He peppered her with kisses leaving a trail of hickeys from her breasts to her collarbone and than further up her neck.
“C’mon aren’t you supposed to be a beast that ravages poor maidens in your grasp.” Cassie said through the moans.
“Well, it’s good for you to acknowledge shabby state of House Malfoy finances.” Harry muttered as he bit on Cassie’s earlobe, prompting another moan from Cassiopeia, who tried to stifle by burying her face in Harry’s shoulder.
In truth Harry considered going full throttle on his former Hogwarts nemesis, but in the end it was funnier to give her a lovey dovey treatment, before fully turning her out into his pet slut.
So when he felt Cassiopeia climax, Harry captured her lips and shoved his cock right into her womb and came as well.
Cassie arched her back from pleasure, her moans and screams stolen by Harry’s kiss. Her eyes rolled back as the sheer pleasure set her nerves on fire.
Eventually the need for air made itself known and Harry ended the kiss, with only a strand of saliva still connecting his lips to Cassie’s.
He smirked.
“Fucking you really is as fun as Narcissa promised it would be.” Harry said.
That startled Cassiopeia. She turned her head to meet his eyes, the fucked silly look replaced by an utterly dead one.
“What?”
