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  Narcissa joins the fold~

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  He’s serious when he says he’s leaving it in her hands. Either way, tonight Harry Potter makes Narcissa Malfoy his woman. His cock is pressed against the entrance of her dripping, drooling t and she’s id out on her ba the middle of the ritual circle with a belly full of his magifused cum.

  As she ponders his offer, Harry begins to slowly push magic out into the ritual circle as well, filling it with his energy and taking trol of the ritual so he direct it as he likes. Of course, just because he’s letting Narcissa decide doesn’t mean he’s going to wait forever. Teasing her entrah his cock gets her attention easily enough, a soft moan leaving her lips as she shudders and quivers beh him.

  Finally, she focuses her gaze ba his gaze, staring up into his emerald green eyes as she makes her decision.

  “… Strip him of his magic. Leave him alive but powerless. He’ll lose everything. He’ll be nothing.”

  Heh, she wasn’t wrong. There were reasons that squibs weren’t talked about very mud were usually reguted to the botts of society. There were also reasons that muggle retives of muggleborns had never made any true forays into magical society. There was no muggle-run business in Diagon Alley for instanor any squib-run business either for that matter.

  Why? Some of the mnorant muggleborns would shout it was discrimination, pin and simple. That the Purebloods were just keeping muggles out and oppressing their squib retives due to pure bigotry. And while it was true that many Purebloods were bigots and thus iivized to do their best to keep those they sidered lesser away from the levers of power… things were never as simple or clear cut as they might seem.

  The truth was the Wizarding World was built on magic. That might seem like it should be obvious, but it was more than that. The Wizarding World and its apparatuses fually could without magic. From the Ministry of Magic trag underage magic through wands, to needing magic to be able to set up a Floo e, to even needing magic to have a vault at Gringotts bank.

  And most importantly for their purposes, you could not hold a seat in the Wizengamot and cim the position of Lord of a Magic House if you did not have magic. There had never been a squib Lord of any magical family iire Wizarding World’s history, not just because of the Purebloods hiding squibs away like they were a stain on their honor, but also because squibs could not properly i magical property without magic of their own.

  In the same regard, this was why muggles could not hold property in the Wizarding World, or open bank vaults at Gringotts, or apply for a Floo e at the Ministry. Because all of these things expected you to be magical. All of these things expected you to have magic of your own. And if you didn’t… you were quite literally less of a person in the eyes of Magical Society.

  Musing on all of this, Harry reflects that he ’t really think of a more appropriate fate for one Lord Lucius Malfoy. So, with a smirk on his lips, he begins to push into Narcissa, beginning to fill the beautiful buxom bloch with his cock.

  As he does so, he looks into her eyes and speaks the words.

  “Are you ready, Narcissa Malfoy?”

  Shivering, Narcissa nods.

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Are you willing?”

  “I… I’m willing.”

  “Are you eager?”

  Narcissa blushes at that, gng down at where they’re slowly being joined. Her sopping t already betrays the ao that question, but still… she nods again.

  “I’m eager…”

  The ritual circle begins to glow as Narcissa signals her readiness, willingness, and eagero join with him. She might not necessarily want to do this because she specifically wants to submit to him, but her reasons don’t matter so long as she goes in with her eyes wide open. Chug, Harry thrusts into Narcissa Malfoy with every st inch of his cock, causing the circle beh her to fully e alive with his magical power.

  In response, Narcissa’s eyes widen and her jaw drops open as her back arches and she lets out a loud, moaning cry. Her pussy walls d flex down around his invading cock, and her body shakes and spasms beh him. Harry holds her firmly by the hips, so he’s not too worried about her actally flopping away from him or the ritual circle at this point.

  Still, he quickly picks up the pace, beginning to fuck her harder and faster by the moment. His cock sms into her sloshing, quivering quim with ferocity and speed, and his hands grip down harshly on her flesh. Once he’s set the proper pace for the tantric sex ritual, Harry reaches out with his magid pushes into Narcissa’s very essence.

  Like with Beltrix, he starts by seg the Dark Mark. Voldemort’s cim to Narcissa’s soul would normally supersede any other cim of dominion over her. He was her Master and so long as even a fragment of him lived, she would belong to him just like her husband did, just like every other Death Eater did.

  But Harry didn’t share… certainly not with pissant Dark Lords who were just in the way of his real goals. Reag up, he grabs Narcissa’s bared arm, pg his palm right over the Dark Mark. He reaches in and locks down the simple soul brand, taking it as his own and ing it up just like Bel’s.

  Narcissa gasps and moans. On her end, it doesn’t feel like too much is happening. After all, Voldemort already owned her. This was just a transfer of that ownership from the Dark Lord to one Harry Potter. Ohat’s dohen Harry goes deeper… then he goes for Narcissa’s magic itself.

  He fes the e betweehrough a series of thrusts into the mewling, shuddering MILF id out under him. Narcissa Malfoy groans and moans, cumming around his cock as he tio fuck her soundly. She’s not a woman who usually gives up trol to the boy toys she would bring to this hotel suite normally. But now she’s submitting, surrendering trol to Harry and giving up… everything in the process.

  At the same time though, she’s gaining everything right back. Harry has no iions of betraying his promises to her. He’ll give her exactly what she wants… knowing full well that she will never be able to fight back against him. In the end, her magic belongs to him now. He is her Master.

  Narcissa lets out o lurid, pleasured cry beh him as he fills her with his seed, cumming inside of her. It’s not teically a y, but creampieing the MILF does solidify the new e he’s fed with her, pleting the boween them now. He is her Master and she is his Servant, her magiow belonging to him.

  Of course, with submission es uanding and knowledge as well. Narcissa knows him as her Master now, but she also… she also knows him for who he really is. It would be impossible for her to not know him intrinsically after he just got done rummaging around inside of her very essence.

  “You…”

  Harry smirks as he leans back, still buried inside of Narcissa’s freshly spunked t, his cock still rock hard and throbbing in her pussy.

  “Me.”

  Narcissa looks up at him, a little mortified, a little horrified, but more than anything… amazed.

  “You’re actually him. You’re actually Harry Potter.”

  Harry chuckles and ines his head.

  “Guilty as charged.”

  She looks down at where they’re joiogether, rapidly ing to terms with his true identity. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have questions.

  “H-How? How are you… this?”

  Harry uands. Really he does. Because it’s ohing for him to be uded as the Boy-Who-Lived and praised as the one year old who somehow slew Voldemort. It’s another entirely for someone her son’s age to have such a mastery of magic that he not only freed her sister from Azkaban, but proved capable of usurping the Dark Lord’s soul brand and binding Narcissa to him in a ritual that made her magic his own.

  That doesn’t mean he’s going to tell her about the time travel though. She might be irrevocably tied to him now, but he doesn’t owe her anything. Instead, he goes for a half-truth.

  “Because I had to be. Because I o be for what’s i.”

  Narcissa’s eyes flicker with uanding… or what she thinks is uanding.

  “T-The Dark Lord…”

  But Harry scoffs and shakes his head, much to her surprise.

  “Voldemort is nothing. He’s a literal shadow of his former self right now, and I have no iion of letting him get a body bao, Narcissa. He’s nothing more than an obstacle. Once I’ve dealt with him, we’ll have far worse things to deal with.”

  The MILFy Matriarch of House Malfoy stares at him bnkly, clearly not able to imagine anything worse than Voldemort. Harry just smiles and ges the subject.

  “You’re mine now, Lady Malfoy. I’ve bound you to me and yic is now mio do with as I please. As you have willingly joined my service, I will allow you to tio use your own magi your day to day life, as well as live your life normally, outside of when I call for you. That said… do you still wish me to deal with your husband and strip him of his magiight?

  Narcissa hesitates for only a moment before biting her lower lip and noddihusiastically.

  “Y-Yes… yes, I do. What do we have to do?”

  Smirking, Harry brings his hands to Narcissa’s breasts, fondling them. At the same time, the ritual circle begins to rotate around them, parts of it ging as he uses his newly enhanced magical reserves to modify it on the fly.

  “You? You don’t have to do anything but y bad look beautiful. I’ll do the hard work.”

  Narcissa moans as he reaches out through his newly formed e to her, deep intic itself. Finding the magical vows of marriage she made to Lucius Malfoy and following them back to the man himself is simple enough.

  And since he already started it with Rodolphus Lestrange… why not tinue his little act with Malfoy as well?

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  As Harry fuarcissa on her ba the ritual circle, usirix’s modified version of his inal ritual to reach through the Lady Malfoy and grasp at her husband’s magic, he also projects himself into Malfoy Manor, easily slipping through the wards given that some of his magies from Narcissa Malfoy now and she herself is keyed into the wards.

  Lucius twitches in his bed as Harry tches onto his magic like a parasite and begins to siphon it for himself. It’s both easier and harder than it was with Beltrix’s husband. On the one hand, Lucius is in much better shape ah than Rodolphus was. Over a decade in Azkaban Prison would leave anyone weak and vulnerable, but by parison, Lucius is in his physical and magical prime.

  Oher hand, Harry has twice as much power as he did wheook Rodolphus magi him. And Lucius Malfoy has made the mistake of selling his soul to the Dark Lord, leaving him uniquely vulnerable to this type of attack.

  The Lord of House Malfoy suddenly sits straight up in his bed, awoken at long st by the increasing disfort he’s experieng. Finally, he sees Harry… or rather, he sees a shadowy preseh pierg red eyes at the foot of his bed.

  “Lucius…”

  To his credit, Lord Malfoy doesn’t hesitate to summon his wand and fling the stro curse he knows at the shadowy figure. Even if he thinks it is Voldemort, he alretend he didn’t know. Unfortunately for him, Harry isn’t really there… and in the end, all Lucius does is create another e between them with that magic, allowing Harry to take from him all the faster.

  Gasping for breath, Lucius shudders as he shakily climbs out of bed.

  “Wha-… who…”

  “My dear Lucius. Tell me… what became of the diary I entrusted to you? What did you do with it? Did you keep it safe, as I ordered?”

  Lucius jerks back as if struot only does he now fully believe he’s fag the Dark Lord, but he also remembers exactly what he did with Voldemort’s diary. He did not keep it safe. Not eveely.

  “I… m-my lord, it was stolen from me. By your enemies! I tried to-!”

  “A shame. But I suppose you still serve me in another way.”

  Lucius drops to his knees now, mostly because he doesn’t have the strength to remain standing. But he’s also quick to act like he meant to do it, all but prostrating himself before his supposed master.

  “P-Please my lord… of course I will serve you. Please, tell me what I must do.”

  “Nothing. It is already being done. Know that your sacrifice will not be in vain, Lucius. Yic will be put to good use.”

  Lucius’ eyes widen in horror and reition and in that moment Harry has firmation that while Narcissa didn’t know about Rodolphus yet, Lucius already did. The Lord of House Malfoy had in fact heard about Rodolphus losing his magid no doubt heard the ramblings of the maddened prisoner for himself.

  “No… please my lord, please. There are many others in Azkaban who you could take from instead. I am still positioo serve you oside! I have the Ministry ed around my fihey ao me! Please!”

  Harry lets out a bit of sibint ughter, perfectly mimig Voldemort’s mog tone as he does so.

  “Shameful and cowardly to the st, dear Lucius. Do not fret. It is almost over now.”

  To his mild surprise, Lucius’ face torts in rage all of a sudden and he snaps up his wand, casting spell after spell at Harry’s proje. None of it helps the ailing Lord Malfoy of course… in fact, he actively drains his own magic for Harry all the faster, until the wand in Lucius’ hands won’t eve out a spark because he’s been reduced to nothing but a muggle. The wand that’s served him faithfully all this time has bee nothing but a nicely carved stick.

  “No… no! No, no, no!”

  Harry smiles and pulls his proje back, leaving Lucius kneeling on the floor of his bedroom, powerless and helpless. Literally in fact. The man ’t even move through his own mansion without potentially activating the wards at this point. They will no longer reize him as their Master. Not even his own House Elves will reize him as their Master.

  Pulling out of Narcissa’s t, Harry moves his cock back to her mouth, letting her suck him the rest of the way to pletion as he revels in the power he gaionight. Only after cumming in her mouth again and watg the Lady Malfoy dutifully swallow does he annou.

  “It is done. Lucius Malfoy is now as magicless as any muggle. A of all, he believes Voldemort took his magic.”

  Narcissa’s eyes widen at that, before her lips curl into a wide, wicked grin.

  “… Thank you, my lord. I swear to serve you faithfully… Master.”

  Harry just smirks, knowing how ambitious and power-hungry Narcissa truly is. But in the end it doesn’t matter. She’s tied to him more tightly than she was tied to even Voldemort. She’s his now, and they both know it.

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