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HPSU Chapter 02
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 02:33:07 +0000 UTCWe apparated inside the Malfoy’s home. They had a specific area set up for people to port into. It had a chimney, a vanishing cabinet, and a row of portkeys. I walked in and yelled out a greeting. “Hello anyone home? Echo!” As I spoke it took a few seconds for two rooms upstairs to open at about the same time with a third opening slightly after.
Draco came barreling down the steps and dove into my chest hugging me. “Woah big guy. You trying out some new wrestling moves on me?” I hugged him back as I tussled his hair. He smiled up at me before looking over at Harry. “You see the new ninja turtles movie Potter?” As if sensing an upcoming fight Harry asked. “Which one do you like more Tokka or Rahzer?”
Draco just scoffed. “Rahzer of course. It’s the only correct decision.” Harry gave him a death stare as he spoke. “You made the wrong decision just like you picked the wrong turtle. Tokka is way cooler.” Malfoy started to get mad and they fought like normal as they walked away and I greeted Narcissa Malfoy. She glided down the steps as her second son caught up to her and almost bumped her down. “Uncle Tommy!”
Once again I’m almost tackled by the eight-year-old boy. I rub his head as I don’t break eye contact with Narcissa. “Watch jumping at people like that James. A little harder and you might hurt someone.” I picked him up around his waist before rotating him around in a powerbomb as he screamed in happiness. I tossed him into the air a bit but only a few inches. He was getting heavy as he kept aging. I could toss him two feet higher a year ago.
We talked for a few minutes as she walked us back up towards her room. I set James down before calling. “Dobby, Stinky. Can you get James some ice cream and play with him for an hour?” The two elves salute towards me before leading him towards the kitchen. They could make the bowl in a few seconds and bring it to him but it took up more time if he made it instead.
We made our way into her room and I grabbed at her clothes before she got too far away and began ripping them off. She let out a shocked gasp which was all theatre at this point. I had ripped enough clothes off her by now for her to almost expect it the moment we were alone. Ripping her bra off with my teeth I asked. “So how’s my kid doing?”
She smiled as she playfully fought against the death eater tattoo. She had already grown accustomed to her new owner after I reverse-engineered the design and took control over the ones left after Voldemort as she answered. “He’s doing fine. Had his first accidental magic a few weeks ago. Blew the milk right out of his bowl of cereal.”
Instead of grieving I had spent most of my time after my brother's death getting revenge on his killers and the Death Eaters that were left and didn’t go into hiding. The imperius curse excuse was easily seen through as I just cursed them on top of it and asked them to tell the truth. If they chose to be a Death Eater I’d have them lay on the ground so I could smash their head in with a rock. Some had to be put down like Lucius, he did too much to get away when Dumbledore tried to pardon him, and as much as he cried for his life I still killed him nonetheless.
A kiss led to deep french kissing as I rubbed her through her panties. I breathed in her scent, she tried her best to be ready for me when she thought I would come. A pleasant floral scent hit my nose as I knew she must have been sitting in her room waiting for me since we had this planned. I was rough on her, I was rough on any of the leftover Death Eaters.
I suddenly picked her up by her buttcheeks and slammed her onto the bed as I pressed her into the mattress with my weight. Having pushed out most of her breath I keep kissing her until her tongue loses some of its vigor and I let up allowing her to breathe. She takes a deep gasping breath as I press down on her again. For minutes I continue the process of stealing her breath from her as we passionately kiss.
I slide off her panties feeling her arousal coat my leg as she rubs against me. I bite her tongue almost hard enough to draw blood as I line up and begin fucking her at full tilt. Her bed bounces us apart then together as I slam down. Fucking her in missionary I was going to try leaving another baby in her before the boys left for school.
She ramps up faster than me and is about to cum before I whisper. “Not yet. Not until I cum first.” The love-drunk look on her face turned to fear as I began fucking her even harder. Even this soft expensive bed started to creak as the limit tested how much force it could take before breaking. She quietly begged me. “Please. Please let me cum.” The quiet begging became louder as she became more and more frustrated. The magic keeping her from cumming. “Please! Please let me cum! You fucking dick!”
Her act broke for a second as she actually got mad. I stuff her mouth with her panties as I begin hammering into her even harder still. Her entire body as she began to make frustrated moans into her panty gag. Tears formed on the corners of her eyes as I got close. My broomstick slams over and over again into her scoring hoop. Finally, I cum and the magical tattoo lets her as well. Mascara-stained streaks covered her face as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she was hit with multiple orgasms at once.
Her body violently shakes from the sudden pleasure as I push her legs apart and aim for the smaller scoring hoop in the back. She shakes her head like she doesn’t want it and I almost believe it isn’t an act. Like I don’t know this bitch likes it hard, rough, and in all her holes. I press in slowly before hilting inside her tight second hole.
Her panties soaked in her drool as I brace her shoulders with my arms so her body doesn’t bounce too much as I begin to slowly thrust into her. Even though she just came her brains out the sudden anal brings her to another orgasm as she pulls out the soaked panties from her mouth. She is still pretending like she didn’t want this from the start. “B-bastard. I’ll never give in to you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Out of everything to say that’s what she picks? At least try to make it believable. She gave in after a few months without her husband. The wolves were looking to take both her Black family's wealth and the Malfoy’s before I stopped them. Many of the women who were left without husbands from the war were that way. I stepped in and saved many but the few that didn’t play my games were left poppers with no galleons to their name.
