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Pureblood Rituals	By : vivmiller Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 19219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pureblood Rituals
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unknowing - insciens

sacrifice - devoveo

gift - donum, charisma

one - unus
Unus Devoveo, Unus Insciens Donum

There has been a long history in the wizarding world of familial rituals designed to bring about good fortune, pure blood, good business, many children and most importantly...increasingly strong magic. The responsibilty of a Pureblood family's magical heritage is passed down from father to eldest son upon the 21st birthday of said son.

Bill Weasley became aware of his duty on his 21st birthday as was traditional. Arthur pulled him aside, barricaded them both in the kitchen with a large tome of musty smelling pages and proceeded to tell Bill the best - and worst - story of his life...

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I am in such shock right now I can't form a single coherent shock. Dad's damp blue eyes won't meet mine now and I'm aware that I have yet to close my mouth. We Weasley's have always prided ourselves as being purely light wizards and witches. We turn our noses up at the dark families with their wasteful lifestyles and the black rituals that they must perform in persuing their ill-gotten gains. Never in a thousand thousand years had I ever suspected that our family would have it's own dark little secret. We may not be rich in possessions, property, or gold but we have always been rich in love, bountiful in family and the sons... All pureblood families prize sons above all else and the Weasleys have always had large families. Always with many sons...and one daughter.
Dad's story began with that traditional, "Long ago and in a land not so far away there was a family..."and ended in, "and that's how our family has prospered through the ages. Now it's your turn to take up the mantle. The time is nigh for the ritual to take place...next full moon."
With that, he left me with that ancient book and my mind whirling...could I do what was needed for my family? The next full moon was two nights from now. I knew what I had to do, but could I?

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After an incredibly long and sleepless night, I knew my mind. I would follow through with the traditional ritual. I would ensure my family's survival.

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Full Moon night.
I'm standing in the doorway with the moonlight streaming in through her windowframe. Creating long shimmering shadows on her still form, completely relaxed in sleep. Unknowing of her vulnerability. Unknowing of everything.

Ginny's slim, pale, freckled face is turned toward me as I watch her sleep. The preparations have been made in the hours since supper and I'm just delaying the inevitable. I know I must do this. I don't want to.
If I am to be completely truthful in this accounting, I should admit that the reason I don't want this duty is that I am terrified, deep down, that I will enjoy it. I have never contemplated this before and previously would have thought that I was incapable of these acts which I need to begin shortly.
Breath...breath...increasing heart beat...breath...and the incantation.
Her shocked eyes meet mine in the darkness as her limbs are bound together and pulled taught. She tries to question me, I know, questions of what... why... Bill? Of course the ritual has begun and she is not only immobilized but silenced. A blessing for me.

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As I float her downstairs and out the back door towards the garden, I look up and meet my father's eyes through my parents' bedroom window. One solemn nod and the curtains are pulled. I am alone with my duty. And her, of course.
In the garden I have set up the altar. English oak, stained from the centuries, but polished to a satin sheen. The contoured curves and hinges are perfectly proportioned for my tiny sister. No undue stretching will be necessary for a perfect fit. I am a Weasley and I love my sister. I love my family. This will not be pleasant but I will do everything in my power, like those before me, to lessen the horror of this night. For us both.

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If he hadn't frozen me somehow, I would have been trembling. The night is cool and my thin cotton nightgown is poor protection from the cold moonbeams...the only warmth. Though my eyes are open I am floating face down, in a tight jacknife position. Shadowy paths move beneath me in gravel, then mulch, then the dense undergrowth of the woods I know are behind the Burrow. I can hear Bill's steps on the ground ahead of me. His rabbitting heartbeat. His fast shallow breathing.

Another terrifyingly desperate whisper and my limbs are spread as wide to my sides as I can stand and I am passed over a glimmering wooden bench of sorts. Still face down.

Whisper...and the light breeze of the night touches my now bare skin.
Whisper...I am gently lowered onto the hard softness. Surprisingly, it conforms to my body. Perfectly. My hips are cradled, ribs supported, knees held -very- wide, neck stretched forward with chin resting on the platform, breasts cupped, and arms stretched wide.
Whisper...I am warm and damp where I have never experienced it before...my skin begins to throb...everywhere.
Whisper...Every muscle in my body is loosened: throat, neck, chest, hips...anus. Even the delicate walls of my vagina are completely relaxed.
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Everything is perfect now. She is perfect. Prepared, relaxed, cleansed, purified. Lubricated. The beginnings of arousal should be thrumming underneath her delicate skin. Time for the actual ritual to start.
As I chant the words of the ritual, the platform she lies on will ripple and pulse, will warm, will begin to suckle her skin. She will be aroused beyond her 11 year old experiences have ever shown her. My sister is an innocent. Completly. And never again after this night.
Walking around to her head I meet her eyes for the first time since I woke her in her room. Those clear azure eyes are now glazed and sit at half mast.

When I vanish my clothes those eyes become wide and panicked.

The worst part of this whole ritual will be that I am to chant through its entirety. I can never once speak reassurances into her ear. Never explain what is happening to her. Not even to say, "I'm sorry."
I especially want to say, "I'm sorry," when I realize that I am already hard and leaking. My baby sister is naked, helpless, and terrified...and I'm hard.
The ritual calls for a symbolic acceptance of my willingness to sacrifice something for the prosperity of my family.

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Oh. Dear. Merlin. Bill's body is solid...beautiful. The thick shaft in front of my face is just huge and terrifying. I am so scared now that for the first time I genuinely try to struggle against my bonds. I don't know what he is thinking, as the latin phrases pour through his lips, but the look in his eyes is completely foreign to me.
One more whispered word and with a firm hand grasping my jaw, my lips are forced open and that shockingly huge shaft is at my mouth. And then it is past my teeth, brushing my palate...to the back of my throat, and then beyond. I can't even gasp. I am shocked at the strain in my jaw, and the pressure of my throat stretching around his member. His eyes are still holding mine as his cock is rammed down my throat. I can feel the vein in the underside pulsing with his heartbeat. I can feel the heat of his fluids dripping down my throat. The salt of him on my tongue. His eyes watching mine as panick sets in along with the spots in my vision. He comes shuddering down my throat as I finally pass out.

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When the night swims back into focus, Bill is still chanting, though I can't see him anymore. The slightly bitter taste of his cum is still on my tongue and I can't swallow, or even close my mouth, as I am still forcefully relaxed. There must be a pool of cum and saliva under my chin on the bench and I, though I realize I've no control over anything, am mortified.

A noise from the woods call my attention to my surroundings as a large shape separates from the shadows in front of me.

A Centaur.

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I have tried to make her as comfortable as I can, to make this as comforting for her as I can possibly manage. The rules of the contract include a statement that no anaesthetic potions, charms, or drugs may be used on the sacrifice. It must be a true sacrifice on the part of the part of our family. No one will enjoy this.

A Centaur.
The patron clan of our little family. The Oakstrong clan of centaurs has protected and brought good fortune to our family for centuries. In return they ask for a gift. One for every generation. A daughter. An innocent.

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The magestic creature steps towards me, his eyes assessing, measuring...and are pleased. His heavy footsteps become a rhythm my body responds to. My heartbeat unwittingly matching his organic cadence. Even as he is now behind me...I can feel his heat.

This is the end of whatever enjoyment I've managed to glean from this night's adventure.

Whisper...the platform is raised higher off the ground.

Whisper...my ankles are brought up behind my arse and the wooden platfrom writhes, binding my ankles to my upper thighs holding them in place with my knees being pulled up and even wider.

This hurts now. My hips are being pulled almost out of their sockets. And the feeling of vulnerablilty is excruciating.
Bill is walking to stand by my head and his hands on my head are nice...until another set of hands reach my waist. A rush of wind over my back and I am crushed agains the wooden altar by a horrible weight and heat.

And I know. Why Bill is holding my head, his eyes holding mine. Why the spell is supporting me. Why I am being held in such a position, completly immobile and relaxed.

Pressure.
Excruciating pressure at the entrance of my cunt.

The centaur is going to rape me. The centaur is going to rape me... with his cock the size of a tree branch.
The sudden force of his length pushing through me is a punch to the body that takes my breath away. There is a thud which shakes me to the core when he reaches the end of my body too soon. I know that there is no physical way that his whole member will fit inside of me. Apparently, though, this will not stop him from trying.
Another punch and I feel something tear inside me. A gush of warmth and he slides much more easily inside my body.
I can feel his cock pushing at the bottom of my stomach. I am having a hard time breathing.
Bill's eyes are streaming as he continues to whisper the incantation but his hands are like steel on my face.
I am past pain now. There is a thickness sliding through my body and a bright flame in front of my eyes. The body deep thud of our heartbeats.

And magic.
The flame has become a golden shower that lights on my skin as the centaur shudders and lets out a roar. His cum filling my body cavities in a scalding wash.
And my mind finally, mercifully goes black.

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My baby sisters blood has finished soaking into the forest floor beneath her cooling body. The centaur has left us both once again. The family is safe for another generation.
I still can't remove my hands from her frozen cheeks.
Or take my eyes away from her wide blank stare.
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A/N:This plot bunny hasn't left me alone and I'm having a difficult time writing some of my more involved ideas so I thought I'd get this little one out of the way and published. Maybe now it'll leave me alone.
And yes, this is so far away from canon it's barely Harry Potter. That's ok, the characters still did what I wanted. I hope they'll stick around. Please let me know what you think of this one.
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