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The Bilquis Ritual: Mother and Devourer	By : inkstone-Serpent Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Introduction
- 2-01. Silken Lust
- 1
- 2
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A descent into madness? “What is madness, but a different perspective?” Certain individuals would profess in self-interest. “How does one even descend into madness?!” They would exclaim dramatically, never meeting your eyes. One must embrace madness to truly experience the benefits of it.
The theoretics are irrelevant to this story, but madness is indeed a commonality among all the broken marionettes in this theatric production. A production orchestrated by Destiny, possibly by Dumbledore, as well. The production is aptly entitled “The Strings of Fate.” The puppeteer steals the show with his skillful manipulation. However, madness will rip the strings from his hands and render the marionettes more than broken toys dancing at the will of a monster. Madness is both salvation and damnation!
Chapter One
Silken Lust
December 3^rd, 1996 – 7:32 pm
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Scotland, United Kingdom
It ached, like a sore tooth, and haunted his every breath. Severus Snape was jealous of his former student, Ravenclaw, Aurelius Travers. Aurelius’s pregnancy made him irresistible. He was already gorgeous, but his pregnancy made him shine brighter. It is a well-documented fact that magical pregnancies are more pleasurable than muggle pregnancies, sometimes giving birth is even erotic. Severus wants that. He wants to be pregnant. At first his thoughts had repulsed him, but slowly, ever so slowly, it had grown into an obsession. The Potions’ Master had discovered a method to get what he wanted with no strings attached.
Hogwarts hosted a secret club, a gentleman’s club for bent males, in the basement of Hogwarts, once every two weeks. The room was built with secrecy spells, that ensured that no one could share the identities of the participants, even under truth potion, compulsion, or legilimency. The Headmaster and most of the Professors turned a blind eye to the club, but several male teachers enjoyed it as well. So long as everything was consensual, no authority intervened. Two weeks ago, Severus had posted an anonymous note in the room – a notice of reservation of the room and an explanation alluding to the purpose of the reservation. It involved a no-strings event to impregnate him, anonymously.
Tonight, Severus would drink several bottles of fertility and stamina potions and go to be bred.
Professor Cedric Diggory has a momentously stupid crush on his former potions’ professor. He had a bad habit of watching the snarky, beautiful potions’ professor patrolling frequently. That is how he had discovered Severus’s intentions – to be bred anonymously by a group of volunteering males over the age of sixteen. Cedric was determined to father the man’s children, but he wasn’t the only interested party. The two Hogwarts Quidditch Referees, Markus Flint and Roger Davies had invited their friends, Renato Lestrange, cousin of Rodolphus and Rabastan, and Odysseus Malfoy, cousin of Draco, to participate with them. Severus was Odysseus’s godfather and there was something decidedly appealing in Odysseus breeding Severus that ignited Cedric’s arousal. There were several students also eager to participate – unknowing of the identity of the anonymous carrier. Considering the sizeable group eager to breed his love, Cedric decided to light the candle on both ends and take fertility potions as both an inseminator and the inseminated. He would both father and carry his beloved Severus’s children. Of course, his most awkward sixth year student, Theodore Nott, a beautiful young man, had begged him for one of the potions – the insemination potion – as well. Cedric didn’t mind sharing so long as he got to fuck the younger boy too after Theo ingested the potion. Theodore had given him enthusiastic consent and then blew him under his desk.
The potions had ignited a warmth and need in him. Dressed in nothing, but an black over-cloak, Severus entered the room first. Similar to the Room of Requirements, the room met the needs of the individual. The room had transformed into a miniature amphitheater, but opposed to seats for its audience, there were massive loungers packed full of sinfully soft down feathers and covered in a sensual silken black cloth. At the bottom of the amphitheater there was a platform bed covered in a multitude of pillows, silky red sheets, and nothing else. A pair of sheer crimson curtain surround the bed. Severus shuts the door behind him and approaches the bed. He removes his cloak, only hesitating for a moment, before baring his nude flesh bare of any hair save his eyebrows and atop his head. Severus slips onto the bed closing the curtains, his cloak is folded and hidden underneath the frame of the platform bed. Then Severus waits. His eyes flutter as he imagines his body swollen with child. His hand dips down to caress his flat belly.
The sound of numerous footsteps sounded, loudly to Severus’s ears, but he does not open his eyes or pauses in his ministrations despite his worries that no one would follow through now that his identity was revealed. Yet, no one left. The door did not reopen, but the sound of creaking furniture sends shivers of arousal down his spine. The sound of shed clothing fills the room and then the mattress on the bed dips around his lower anatomy. A pair of hands fall on his body and Severus’s eyes fly open as his godfather bond flares into life directly in front of him. “Odysseus!” Severus protests, he’s about to say more, but his godson covers his lips with his own. Odysseus kisses him deeply with a sensuality that blows Severus’s mind.
“Hush, Severus,” Odysseus says in a rumbling baritone, “I’m quite eager to see this done. I am very excited to father your child,” Odysseus says. The blonde’s mouth drops to Severus’s pebbled nipples, rolling them into tight peaks with his lips and teeth. As he moves to Severus’s other nipple, he mutters, “I can’t wait until your bosom swells with milk, knowing that my child is causing it.” Severus is red with embarrassment, but little gasps and mewls of arousal escape his lips. Odysseus’s head dips lower, fingers reaching for his already prepared hole. Odysseus caresses the quivering flesh of Severus’s pussy, which is similar to a hermaphrodite’s vagina, but only a temporary measure. “You’re already open and wet, so perfect Severus,” Odysseus practically purrs his name as his lips trace the planes of Severus’s flat belly and belly button. Severus’s long fingers clamp onto his godson’s broad shoulders, pulling the younger man closer. Severus licks his lips.
“Please, Odysseus?!” Severus gasps.
“Please what, Severus?” Odysseus asks, tracing Severus’s trembling pussy with his large fingers, delicately.
“Please Odysseus, put your cock in me! Stuff me full of your seed! Give me your child!” The potions’ master begs. Odysseus leans forward, his cock lining up with his godfather’s pussy, the head brushing against his sensitive clitoris. Severus moans as Odysseus begins to push in, deeper and deeper until his cock bumps into Severus’s cervix. It feels like his godson is in his stomach and Severus loves it!
Odysseus sets a punishing pace, working his cock further and further inside. Finally, he pushes at Severus’s cervix until with a slightly painful pop his turgid length squeezes past. Then Odysseus shortens his thrusts, to keep the head of his cock buried in Severus’s womb. Severus lets out gasps and embarrassing moans of pleasure. Severus senses his impending orgasm, and his hands fall to his neglected cock – Odysseus bats his hands away from the aroused length. “You will come on my cock as I fill your womb with my seed,” Odysseus demands, and Severus moans his approval.
Severus comes, his mind blown into an orgasmic bliss. The seizing muscles clamp down on Odysseus’s length, slick gushes around Odysseus’s weeping cock, and Odysseus’s massive balls tighten. Odysseus blows his load, painting Severus’s throbbing womb with his sticky white semen. He keeps thrusting deeper and deeper into Severus even as he comes, pushing further and further in. This causes a second explosive orgasm in both Odysseus and Severus. A second load of seed paints Severus’s insides, his hidden emptiness, filling it and filling it. After several moments, Odysseus slips his softened cock out of his godfather’s pliant body. Wiping what little cum stains the appendage on the sheets.
As he steps back, two men take his place. When Severus comes out of his orgasmic bliss, he finds himself manhandled into a different position. He’s on his knees, his cock inside another man as a third man is inside of him. It takes a moment for Severus to realize that his cock is inside a man’s vagina – no doubt the result of a insemination potion. Severus’s hips stutter in surprise. The figure plowing into him, curls around him, inadvertently driving his large cock into Severus’s womb, and whispers, “Theo and I are opportunists, and this is an equal opportunity situation. We’re both interested in impregnating you and being impregnated. My pussy is wet and dripping for you,” his fellow professor, Diggory, says hotly. Severus moans at the notion. He begins thrusting deeper and deeper into Theodore Nott, the student beneath him, determined to give as good as he could.
Large hands turn his face slightly so that Cedric can sensually kiss him. The man handling inflames Severus’s desire. His cock hardens even more until it is nearly painful. Theo wails beneath him orgasming. This causes a chain reaction. As Theo’s seizing muscles clamp tightly around him and slick gushes, Severus thrusts inside deeply, pushing past his cervix until he’s fully seated inside Theodore’s womb and comes. Hot and sticky seed gushes into Theodore, eliciting a second orgasm from the sensation. He tightens around Severus, as Cedric pushes into Severus’s already filled womb and explodes. Severus comes a second time, his mind blowing into perfect oblivion.
Severus mentally curses the stamina of youth as he feels himself being manhandled into a different position. His softened cock is already half-mast and drooling a little precum. When he’s fully aware, he opens his eyes to Cedric’s flushed face beneath him. He’s inside Cedric and it feels heavenly. Theodore is inside him. Theodore’s belly is against his back, the belly feels soft against him. The idea that he’s impregnated the teen on top of him inflames him even more. The understanding that he’s being used and using both Cedric and Theo, excites him. He grabs ahold of Cedric’s hips and begins plowing into the younger professor’s pussy, determined to fill him to the brim with his seed. Cedric claims his lips again, kissing him sensually.
Soon, both Cedric and Severus orgasms. Severus pushes and pushes deeply inside, past Cedric’s cervix, and explodes. He spills his load in the hot and welcoming body below him. Cedric’s cunt seems to suck the seed out of him. The sensation causes, to both Cedric’s and Severus’s surprise, two more fast orgasms from Severus. Severus ejaculates three times in Cedric, pushing a massive load of seed inside the blond. Theodore follows their descent and comes once in Severus.
The final time Severus is aware, before his exhaustion becomes too much, Markus Flint and Renato Lestrange have maneuvered him onto his side, and both are thrusting into his pussy from either side. He slips away as they come – he’s almost uncomfortably full. His hand falls onto his slightly swollen belly, filled with hot cum and his cock weakly squeezes out his final orgasm.
He comes to, once more, in his own bed chambers. He flings himself upward, afraid it had all been a beautiful dream. The magic surrounding his still present pussy, keeping the seed and the resulting cum belly, approximately the size of a four-month pregnant woman’s belly, in place, tells him otherwise. Hickeys and bruises cover his pale flesh. He lays there, luxuriating under his full womb. A note is on his nightstand in Diggory’s script and Severus rolls to his side carefully to read it.
Dearest Severus,
I took certain liberties while you were unconscious, for that I apologize. I placed a plugging spell on your vaginal opening and spelled fertility potions into your body. I believed you might enjoy the sensation of being full for a least a day or two. I then moved you to your quarters and into your bed. I cast the diagnostic charm on yourself, and I am happy to say you are carrying. Theodore and I are very excited to determine if we’ve fathered a child inside you. Theo and I are also carrying. Likewise, we are excited to see if you fathered a child, within us. Theo and I have also taken fertility potions, eager for the results to take. Should you be available and willing, Theodore and I wish to keep you abreast of our pregnancies.
Looking forward to speaking with you,
Cedric Diggory
Severus quickly grasps his wand and casts a tempus charm. He swears under his breath, even though his hands caress his belly contently. “Idiot Hufflepuff, fertility potions with insemination potions cause the production of multiple eggs. I could be carrying thirty babies, you imbecile. Also, the extensive amount of time the semen just sits around inside my womb, ensures the conception of multiple children!” But strangely, Severus isn’t truly mad. He can’t be, not when he’s so full and round. He adores the sensation – even more than he suspected he would.
December 4^th, 1996 – 10:41 am
Carrow & Burke’s Law Offices
Vertic Alley, London, England
“This is the last document, Missus Malfoy,” Narcissa Malfoy, former wife of Lucius Malfoy, signs the divorce papers, smiling gleefully. She’s two months along with triplets, and her belly is evident above the waistband of her panties. Her dress and robes are not loose. She proudly displays her pregnant belly with her son’s growing children. Lucius has drawn up a second contract at the behest of her love, Draco, in exchange for Draco to abdicate from the line of succession as Heir to the Malfoy noble title. Draco is reading over the second contract carefully.
The contract allows Draco and Narcissa to remain part of the Malfoy family with a considerable monthly stipend under certain requisites. The stipend even considered their future children. The first requisite was that Draco Malfoy, and his children, would not inherit the Malfoy title unless all potential heirs were unavailable. Second, Draco Malfoy would cease his attendance at Hogwarts School and transfer (with full tuition) to Durmstrang Institute or Beauxbatons Academy. Draco could choose between the two premiere European schools. Three, Draco and his lover, Narcissa, would change their residency and nationality permanently to France. A beautiful chateau had been allocated to Draco and Narcissa. They had also been given several house elves for their care. Lastly, Draco would take Narcissa as a spouse on his eighteenth birthday and legitimize his children then.
Draco signs his name with a flourish, sharing a smile with his lover. “Have a good day, Mister Malfoy, Missus Malfoy,” the solicitor says as he gathers the papers. Lucius’s lawyer hands over a portkey.
“This will activate at seven this evening,” the man says impatiently. “Please excuse me.”
December 4^th, 1996 – 9:35 pm.
Master Bedroom, Family Wing,
Malfoy Chateau
Blaenau Ffestiniog, Wales
The fireplace flares red as Lucius removes his head from the floo. He is clutching the completed documents officially divorcing him and his former wife, Narcissa, to his chest. He’s smiling, tears dripping down his cheeks. He places the divorce papers in a folder and shuts it with a sense of intense relief and finality. “Darling,” Orion Black asks his shorter lover, “Are you alright?”
Turning into the man’s muscular chest, Lucius hides his face in the man’s sweater. “I’m happy,” he whispers. Orion holds him in his arms stroking his back as Lucius cries, softly. “I’m so happy. Being married to Narcissa was like she was sucking the life and joy out of me. I hated it,” Lucius admits.
“Lucius, may I ask you a question?” Orion prompts cautiously. The long blond haired man nods into Orion’s chest. “I understand that you may feel angry at Draco for his… but he’s your heir. You’ve effectively removed him from the line of succession. You need a heir, Lucius. How do you plan to proceed from here? I can’t stand by and see you married again.”
“Orion, Daddy and I already spoke about this, and he agreed. We planned to speak with you tonight. Since learning about Narcissa’s pregnancy with Draco’s children, I’ve been taking insemination potions and fertility potions. Daddy and I… I mean… Orion, I want to carry your and Daddy’s children. Let me give birth to my own heir.”
“That’s why you’ve been avoiding penetrative sex,” Orion breathes. “Are you hiding your pretty little cunt from me, Lucius?” Orion asks suggestively. Lucius nods shakily. “Do you think Abraxas will be overtly angry if we get started, before he arrives home?” Orion asks. In response, Lucius seizes Orion’s sweater and practically drags the man into the master bedroom. He pushes the dark-haired lord onto the plush bed, before turning to his own clothing.
Orion shucks his pants and underwear, unbuttoning his shirt as he watches Lucius strip. Lucius gathers his hair up into a loose ponytail before unbuttoning his outer robe. He drops the charcoal-gray robe on the floor, fingers shaking he undoes his belt and shirt. He drops both to the ground, along with his pants, revealing his sapphire-colored satin panties and white stockings. Orion lets out a guttural moan, hand falling on his massive erection. He’s thicker than Abraxas, but not quite as long. Orion is a strikingly handsome man with long curly ebony hair, a patrician’s nose and square jaw decorated roguishly with stubble. He’s broader than Abraxas and considerably taller than both Malfoys. The pale skin of his chest is covered in a smattering of dark curly hairs and two pale-pink nubs. He’s muscular, more so than the sinewy Abraxas and the lithe Lucius.
Lucius steps out of the pile of clothes at his feet, still wearing his silky stockings and panties. There’s a large wet stain on the crotch of his panties, where his cunt and cock meet the fabric. Lucius sensually crawls onto the bed and on top of Orion. He pushes Orion down roughly as the man makes to switch their positions. “I’ve never…” Lucius says, “I want to experiment, I’ve never fucked with a cunt before.” He admits softly. Orion smiles lifting his arms and grasping the headboard.
“Experiment all you want, Lucie. But by the time we retire for the night, I want your belly stuffed full of my cum,” Orion says. Lucius moans and shivers at the dark promise in Lord Black’s voice. The head of Orion’s cock rubs the silkiness of the other man’s panties. A soft moan escapes his lips. Lucius reaches towards his genitals and moves aside the crotch of the panties. This reveals his aroused and prepared folds dripping with slick. His cock is still constrained by the panties.
“You’ve been touching yourself!” Orion says, waggling his eyebrows.
“It was interesting,” Lucius admits ruefully. The head of Orion’s turgid cock brushes Lucius’s slick covered clitoris. Both men shiver with arousal and Lucius moans softly. “May I?” Lucius asks cautiously, positioning Orion’s spongy head at his slick entrance. Orion nods mutely and Lucius begins to lower himself, slowly on Orion’s jutting cock. The slick and tight orifice nearly makes Orion come, using all of his willpower, Lord Black staves off his impending release. Lucius lowers himself until he’s fully seated on Orion’s hips. It feels like Orion is in his throat – it’s an amazing feeling. Orion’s cock is pressed against Lucius’s g-spot and pleasure flows through him. Shakily, Lucius leverages himself upwards before dropping back down. Orion’s cock alternatively hits Lucius’s g-spot and hammers at his cervix. The room is filled with gasps, moans, and mewls of pleasure. The slap of flesh and the smell of sex permeates the room.
Lucius is shaking with pleasure. He can barely continue leveraging himself up and down. “May I?” Orion asks, hands surrounding Lucius’s slender waist. The blonde nods mutely, pleasure rendering him silent. Orion gently lays Lucius underneath him, folding into Lucius and setting a punishing pace. Soon Lucius is moaning wantonly. “Fuck, Lucie,” Orion curses, “You’re so slick and tight, Merlin, I’ve… This feels amazing. I can feel your womb with the tip of my cock,” the older man narrates. “I’m going to come!” Orion warns his blond lover. He hammers brutally at Lucius’s cervix and Lucius moans silently, eyes nearly rolling up into the back of his head from pleasure. Then Lucius’s cervix gives way and with one final, brutal stroke, Orion pushes all the way into Lucius’s womb. Lucius’s cock, trapped between the waistband of his panties and his abdomen ejaculates all over his own chest.
Orion comes, comes, and comes. His plump balls decreasing minutely. These weeks had been hell without being able to penetrate Lucius. Orion paints Lucius’s womb with his spunk. He’s filling him so thoroughly that the seed seeps into the grooves and curves of his womb before coating Orion’s cock. Orion determinedly plugs in his seed, his cock seated deeply inside of Lucius. Orion’s cock begins to soften. Before Orion can soften fully a hand presses against his scrotum. Orion curses, “Abraxas, you bastard.”
“You need to stay hard,” the older blonde aristocrat demands, stroking Orion’s bollock and scrotum, making him hard once more. Lucius is slowly becoming more coherent when he feels himself being levered into a sitting position, still astride Orion’s thick cock. Something else is prodding the swollen lips of his cunt. Fingers touch and arouse Lucius further as awareness returns. Some of Orion’s seed is seeping out of him and Lucius whines unhappily.
However, before he’s fully lucid, the hands leave the sopping folds of his cunt and something larger, blunter, presses against them. Then the head of his Daddy’s cock squeezes into him alongside Orion’s. “Daddy, no…” Lucius whines lowly, not entirely coherent. Abraxas stills, Orion grasps Lucius’s cock and begins stroking him. Torn between pleasure and slight pain, Lucius no longer protests as Abraxas pushes in fully, joining Orion in his womb. Lucius’s hands fall to his usually flat belly, only to find two distinct shapes in his lower belly. “Yes!” he mewls, stroking his belly as Abraxas and Orion begin alternatively thrusting in and pulling out. “Fill me Daddy, fill me Ori,” Lucius demands. “Fill me with your seed, make me fat with your children!” He demands, thrusting down on both cocks in tempo.
Soon the pleasure becomes too much for Lucius and he ejaculates all over his own chest and face. The tightening of Lucius’s orifice and the sudden release of slick, heralds Abraxas and Orion’s imminent orgasms. Both men thrust as one, deep, deep into Lucius’s womb and release. Lucius’s already filled belly begins to distend with the amount of cum being forced into it. Orion and Abraxas are blasted into a perfect void, an orgasm so extreme that both lose consciousness.
When both men come to, their cocks are still deeply seated in Lucius. Lucius is conscious, stroking his protruding belly in utter fascination. His other hand is alternatively fondling his lovers’ testicles as if he could coax the two men to push more seed into his gluttonous womb. Abraxas swears softly as his son’s soft touches ignite his and Orion’s arousal once more as indicated by their stiffening cocks. “Baby,” Abraxas warns, “You’re going to regret this tomorrow, when I make you walk around plugged full of our cum all day long. You’ll be so stuffed full you won’t be able to see your feet!”
Lucius meets his father’s eyes, “Please daddy?! Please stuff me so full, I can’t see my feet! I want your children.”
“Orion,” Abraxas snickers in amusement, “Your sons are not going to be impressed by their new siblings.”
Orion and Lucius join Abraxas in his amusement, even as Orion begins rolling his hips and Abraxas leans in to kiss both his son and their lover sensually and possessively. Abraxas’s hands come to rest on Lucius’s protruding lower belly caressing it obsessively. He lowers his lips to Lucius’s nipples. Orion is tracing the lips of Lucius’s pussy where he and Abraxas are penetrating the younger blond with his fingers. Orion sucks a possessive mark on Lucius’s milky white throat.
December 10^th, 1996 – 11:50 am
Master Bedroom, Malfoys’ Azurite Chateau
Outside Cassis, France
Draco is languidly lapping up her slick and his seed oozing from her puffy cunt. He’d fucked her again, zealously, in celebration of their freedom. “Do you regret it?” Narcissa asks cautiously, as she strokes her son’s soft blond hair. Draco pauses, his nose still buried in her pussy. He slides back to rest on his haunches.
“Do you?” he asks carefully.
“No, honey. I love being filled with your children. I’ll love it even more after you pump me full again after the triplet’s birth. I love being yours and round with your children. I worry though, that you will grow to resent me and resent losing the Malfoy heirship,” Narcissa answers softly, not looking at her son. Her eyes are suspiciously moist.
“Mom, I’ve never wanted the Malfoy heirship,” Draco answers, sincerity shining from his eyes. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking and impregnating you since I was twelve years old. Before that, I dreamt I would sweep you off your feet, marry you, and run away to home island together. Your mine, Narcissa. Your magic, your soul, your body, and your womb are mine!”
“Yours!” She agrees pulling Draco up to her. He braces himself on either side of her shoulders, kissing her deeply and sensually. His jutting cock is hardening rapidly. It rests against her thigh. His mouth drops to her swelling breasts. He suckles on her nipple, despite the lack of milk at this time. She shudders with arousal, before reaching down and guiding her son’s massive cock inside of her once more. Draco’s hand rests on the swell of her belly possessively as he turns to her other nipple.
December 10^th, 1996 – 9:50 pm
Harrison’s Bedroom, Potter Estate
Southern England, United Kingdom
Aurelius’s slick is ambrosia on Harrison’s tongue. Harrison laps at Aurelius’s loosening pussy, his nose practically inside the orifice as he devours Aurelius. Aurelius moans wantonly, his cock flush with his swollen belly filled with Harrison’s child. Now that Aurelius is fully erect, Harrison eases backwards on his hands and knees, turning he presents his own loose, swollen, and dripping pussy to his cousin. Aurelius props himself on his elbows, as Harrison lowers himself on Aurelius’s erect cock. “Aurelius,” Harrison moans breathily once Aurelius is fully sheathed, striking Harrison’s g-spot and curving into his cervix. “Give me your fucking seed, so I swell with your fucking child!” Harrison gasps hotly, “Just like your heavy with mine. Mine!” Harrison says. His cock is throbbing. Aurelius opens his mouth… Someone clears their throat.
Harrison blinks awake. He curses when he sees his father… no… his biological Uncle, James, sitting in the armchair next to his bed. “What do you want?” Harrison asks James tersely. Ignoring Harrison’s poor mood and his question altogether, James smirks mischievously. Something which warns Harrison of impending embarrassment.
“Oh, good,” James says gesturing to Harrison’s flagging cock. “I thought you were asexual,” James comments. “Good to see that the Potter genes didn’t fail you,” James says gesturing to Harrison’s sizable length and girth. “It was also very informational to hear you – Aurelius, give me your seed. Put your child in me while I put mine in you!” James taunts making lewd hand gestures.
Blushing in mortification, Harrison hurls a pillow at James. “Just because you’re not my biological father doesn’t mean you can comment like that on my sex life. It was a fucking weird dream. It means nothing?!”
James sobers, “You know the sperm our lord asked for you to donate?” James asks. Harrison nods. James continues, “It was contributed to the Bilquis ritual. Your seed assisted in the conception of our Lord’s new form. It was implanted inside of Aurelius.” To his horror, Harrison’s flagging arousal jumps back to half-mast at the realization. “I don’t understand why you’re denying your attraction to your cousin?” James asks.
“It’s incest,” Harrison says in a vulnerable, small voice.
“So? That’s a muggle thing!” James says.
“No, you don’t understand!” Harrison protests, “Mum, says that muggles studied it extensively. The combination of like genetics causes deformities –” Harrison begins.
“Lily!” James snarls. “Harrison, it’s a muggle affliction. Incest does not cause deformities in our populace. Muggles’ genetics combine automatically half-and-half from mother and father. Imagine this, muggle siblings possess shared genetic materials let’s call them two X-X for shared genetic materials. Now when a normal muggle couple marry and produces, the X-X combines with foreign Y-Y genetic material resulting in a healthy X-X-Y-Y child. An incestuous pair of muggle siblings conceive, which produces a child who is a combination of X-X-X-X, which causes deformities. A magical incestuous couple of the same sex or a hermaphrodite-single gender couple conceives and the sentient force, which is magic, combines the shared X-X genetic material into a single X-X half, then it draws on dormant or atavistic genetics further backwards in their bloodlines. This results in a healthy X-X-Y-W wizard or witch,” James informs his cousin.
“And when incestuous magical heterosexual couples conceive?” Harrison prompts with evident interest.
“Depending on the degree of separation of genetic material, the couple will produce a X-X-X-Y or a perfect clone of one of the parents,” James admits ruefully. “The difference is due to magic fighting against the automatic biological process. Meanwhile, hermaphrodites, like Aurelius, cause a even greater separation of genetic material due to their biological differences. Harrison, if you impregnate your cousin, there will be no biological issues with your offspring. But that’s only if you’re interested in it.”
“Oh, I’m interested,” Harrison admits. “Question? Can Aurelius become pregnant if I were to fuck him now?”
“Can a pregnant muggle woman become even more pregnant?” James shoots back. Harrison shakes his head. “No, Aurelius can’t become pregnant with your child right now. However, he can be fucked silly until he reaches his eighth month. Aurelius’s pregnancy, due to the Bilquis ritual will last eleven months.”
December 12^th, 1996 – 10:23 pm
Greenhouse Three – Sentient Plants
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Scotland, United Kingdom
It had begun simply enough, after Ronald had broken up with her. Ron had discovered that he was more attracted to men than to women. They were currently not speaking after their mutually-spoken cruel words and offensive accusations. Hermione had a problem, an itch to satiate. Ever since she had assisted the Golden trio – Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, and Faye Dunbar – in their attempt to discover the Slytherin heir via Polyjuice potion, she’d had this problem. The incident with her feline transformation had resulted in her heats after puberty had started. There was nothing Poppy could do, considering the permanent changes to her reproductive organs. The changes were minimal but would result in her producing litters of babies if she should reproduce, and the obnoxious heats that drove her to distraction. She shuddered to think if she had been male and developed a barbed penis.
Hermione had been experiencing a mild heat that last week. A familiar if irritating issue. However, unexpectedly, while working in Greenhouse three with her year mates, during Herbology on Monday, a sneaky plant had sexually harassed her. It’s green tendrils sneaking up her skirt and stroking her arouse pussy. She had blushed scarlet and slapped the tiny tendrils away, but they kept coming back. She had two Herbology classes back-to-back on Friday and the entire times she had been petted and aroused by the plant. Towards the last half-hour, she had stopped dissuading the plant and had allowed it to slither into her sopping pussy. It had released something in her and Hermione realized what it wanted. Today was Sunday, and nearly incoherent with heat and arousal, she’d decided. Fuck it! She was going to sneak down to Greenhouse three and let the fucking plant impregnate her! The plant was sentient, empathically gifted (having made her aware of its interest), and its trailing tendrils were talented in arousing her.
Hermione ducked behind a statue as a patrolling professor in voluptuous black robes passed her. Snape had been in a strangely good mood lately, but she wasn’t risking his potential temper right now. She needed to get fucked! Damn it. Several minutes later, Snape passes and disappears back into the dungeons. Hermione slips out the side door onto the path. The covered path to the greenhouses is heated and the heat makes her sweat all the more. By the time she reaches Greenhouse three and slips inside, her body is flushed. She drops her robe immediately and begins discarding her clothes. The greenhouse is dark and eerily silent.
Hermione pauses in undoing her skirt, the sudden creak of movement and the soft padding of footsteps make her heart race. Then he emerges. His flesh is an ashy-gray with paper-like patches, not dissimilar to a birch tree’s bark. His green eyes are set in an oval face, the eyes are anatomically too large for a human, but they are luminescent and gorgeous for his species. His muscles are defined. He is broadly built for a plant. Hermione admires the thick muscles of his arms and his twig-like fingers. Her eyes sink downwards, falling on his thick thighs and the green flesh of his massive cock of intertwined green tendrils which vary in thickness. She blushes. His head is covered in something very similar to dandelion fluff. He’s a striking if alien plant-like creature. “Hermione,” he mouths, unable to actually speak. In response, Hermione smiles and drops her skirt. She kicks off her panties as she undoes her bra. He nears her as she undresses.
Finally, as naked as the day she was born, Hermione grasps his extended hand. The creature, who she mentally names “Treebeard,” leads her into a narrow alcove of the greenhouse. She is unaware that green tendrils have sprung upwards to hide her clothes, pulling them into the shadows of the plant life. Treebeard gently lowers her on a pile of leaves. She goes willingly and once comfortable, parts her legs invitingly. Her cunt is sopping wet, aroused, and throbbing with desire. Treebeard kneels, his twig-like fingers turning into green tendrils as he begins loosening up her cunt and arousing her further with the soft rub to her clitoris.
She’s begging by the time he’s prepared her. He lowers himself fully over her, lining up his twisted sex with her cunt. Slowly as Hermione watches in interest, the long appendage unwinds into thick tendrils. The biggest tendrils are the size of her wrist, there’s four of them. There are ten as thick as her thumb. The final two, the smallest, are thinner than a thread. They are soft and warm, almost hairy in texture – like the flesh of a peach. Two of the biggest tendrils begin undulating against her pussy causing her to gasp in pleasure. Something slides down her throat. Her eyes focus upwards, the plant is giving her a parody of a French kiss as it releases something down her throat into her belly. She gasps as suddenly everything comes into acute clarity and arousal thrums in her, heightening to an intolerable pitch. The first tendril slips into her, quickly followed by a second. She gasps and moans loudly. Her pussy begins to gush slick as the tendrils push in further and further. They strike her cervix and g-spot simultaneously, eliciting a deep shudder and gush of slick. A third tendril teases her cunt, and she feels so full, but completely ready for another tendril to breach her. She reaches downwards between them and guides his third tendril into her. His wooden face slackens as if he can’t express the arousal he is feeling. The fourth tendril prods her entrance and as the branches begin to undulate inside of her, she determinedly pushes down on the tendril – it sinks in. She nearly comes from the feeling of fullness.
So distracted, she’s unaware that all sixteen tendrils are inside her now. They begin to gyrate causing her such pleasure she’s forced to smother her wails of delight. One of her hands falls to the bump in her lower belly as one tendril pushes through her cervix, followed by a second, a third, and the final fourth. She’s gasping for breath and then she comes. The plant stills as her orifice tightens around his tendrils. Something deep inside of him is released and coaxed through her vaginal passage by her spasming muscles. The first seedling settles in her womb as the other four tendrils push through her cervix, preparing to empty their loads. The tiniest tendrils begin to stimulate her two ovaries, forcing them to rapidly produce eggs. The first egg drops, strangely eliciting a second orgasm from her. The egg merges with the seedling and the lifeless brown seed turns green with life.
Hermione becomes more coherent as the seeds begin to slip into her, more and more rapidly. She’s counted fifteen so far, but she is sure there were at least five in her already before she regained coherence. They’re the size of Ping-Pong balls. As they combine with her eggs, she spasms even more in arousal. She feels insane, but she loves being fucked full of seeds. Treebeard’s and her babies. Her litter of seedlings. The seeding begins to slow, and she finally looks downwards at her once flat belly. It looks like there is a American football lodged in her stomach. “Well, I’m going to have to wear big robes,” she says torn. On one hand it will be awkward hiding her growing belly, on other she can’t wait for the seedlings to begin to grow. Just as she prepares to gently remove the unmoving Treebeard from atop of her. Something changes. His tendrils recombine while still deeply seated in her. “Oh,” she exclaims as the first gush of sticky pollination fills her already full womb. “I thought plants pollinated before producing seeds?” She murmurs, “Must be a magic thing.” The second gush of pollination comes and abruptly she orgasms – surprising herself as she blacks out.
Hermione finally comes too, covered by her black robe. Treebeard is cradling her gently, petting her protruding belly. She looks like she stuffed a real football up her pussy. Paint her belly black and white and Dean might kick her – okay, bad joke. Her hands join Treebeard’s as she pets her enlarged belly. The seeds move and she moans lightly from the arousing sensation. Her heat has stopped, and she is immensely relieved. She buttons up the robe, which strains around her considerably protruding belly. As Treebeard fades back into the lush foliage, Hermione slips on her shoes and gathers her clothes. Unbeknownst to her, she forgets a sock.
As the sun brightens Greenhouse three, Pomona Sprout enters the greenhouse and stumbles to a stop. A white sock sits in the middle of the garden path. Putting down her tools, Pomona puts both hands on her hips. “Briar, I see you’ve played around and impregnated another of my students,” Pomona says chidingly. The branches rustle in happy agreement. Pomona throws up her arms in exaggerated dismay and frustration. “Just tell me when the seedlings are born and need to be potted.” Pomona says. The leaves rustle in agreement. “Was it a girl or boy you seeded?” Professor Sprout asks, Treebeard doesn’t answer. “Fine, keep your secrets. I hope you put in a lot. Your species is still endangered!”
December 12^th, 1996 – 11:33 pm
Gryffindor Prefects’ Bathroom
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Scotland, United Kingdom
“More Fred!” George begged as the water from the hose rounded out his belly. It was a little-known fact that both the Weasley and Black families’ men possessed natural wombs attached to their anal passages, that once stimulated would begin to produce eggs (although this was not the only way to garner that result). When the pregnancy reached its completion, a potion was taken to provide a temporary vaginal opening to give birth to the baby. George’s belly expanded another increment, making him look two months along. Fred turns off the faucet.
“Are you alright? Any cramps?” Fred asks stroking his twin’s swelling belly.
“More, please, Fred!” George pleads, his eyes suspiciously moist. George hides his eyes under his bangs. Fred nods cautiously and turns on the water once more. The two beads, approximately the size of what Hermione calls a ping-pong ball, which Fred had funneled into his twin, at George’s urgings, shift. This causes George’s cock to stiffen in arousal. The water increased George’s belly incrementally once more. He now looks four months along. Fred flushes, his ears turning red, and turns his eyes away from George’s protruding belly even as his own cock reacts to the image. The tap continues to flow, trickling water into George, George’s belly swells slowly. Someone bangs on the door.
“I’ll be right back,” Fred calls over his shoulder going to the towel room which separated the big bath from the entrance. Fred shuts the interior door to hide George’s presence. He musts up his hair and unbuttons his pants. Biting his lips to redden them and bruise them, Fred swaggers to the door as if he was in the middle of making out.
The faucet continues to fill George. His hands cup his belly which appears five months along. When George’s belly looks six months pregnant, heavy with water, he reaches behind him and turns off the faucet. George quickly exchanges the hose for a massive plug. The younger redhead leans against the wall, caressing his protruding belly with both hands. He closes his eyes and imagines himself swollen with his twin brother’s twins. Unconsciously one hand falls to his cock. He traces patterns on his turgid length, which becomes harder and harder as he’s swallowed whole by his daydream. Soon, he takes himself in hand and begins jacking off with the long length of his cock in his fist. His hard length brushes against his softened belly and George subconsciously activates the beads’ special effect. The beads absorb the water in his womb and expand, mimicking the shape of two fetuses, twins who are six months along, in his belly. The enchantment also animates them to move around as if they were actual living babies. George had invented these sex toys for his own pleasure. The fetuses expand and dome George’s belly, so he really looks six months along. The younger redhead’s cock is firmly pressed against his protruding belly. The increasing movement of the foam fetuses causes George to orgasm, wailing “Fred!” He tries to smother the name in his hand. He’s unaware that Fred had reentered the room and is crouched in front of him, hand extended.
George blinks open his eyes. Fred is standing in front of him, frozen in place and his eyes wide in shock. Fred’s face is painted white with George’s ejaculation. George immediately covers his face and begins sobbing. To his utter surprise, Fred’s arms surround his naked figure and pulls George against himself. They spend at least twenty minutes in this position until the beads shift inside George again and Fred feels the sensation against his front. Fred pulls back wiping his twin’s tears away.
“Before we talk about this,” Fred says hand coming to rest on George’s domed belly, “Tell me how you did this?”
“It’s a sex toy I created, which mimics the sensation of pregnancy,” George explains haltingly, “The beads absorb the water and grow. An enchantment animates them until you remove them.” Fred’s hand rests firmly on George’s belly, but George can’t meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, Fred. I know you don’t share my attraction, what with you dating Angelina. I’ll just –” George apologizes.
Fred tilts George’s head back and covers his younger twin’s lips with his own. He kisses George breathless, only parting once they run out of oxygen. “I broke up with Angelina. I am attracted to you, George. I just never thought you were interested.” George meets Fred’s eyes, his face clearly displaying a desperate hope and yearning. The foam fetuses move again, and George’s eyes drop to his own belly. He inadvertently catches sight of Fred’s tented pants.
“Oh,” George whispers in hope, “You want this too.” George says covering Fred’s hand on his belly. The foam fetuses move again and Fred’s breath hitches with arousal. George grasps ahold of Fred’s shirt and drags him forwards so that Fred’s body covers his own. Fred catches himself before he can crush his twin’s protruding belly, but he is inadvertently pressing on the bulging belly causing the foam to press against George’s bladder. “Fuck. Now, I know what it’ll feel like to be pregnant with your child – I’ll need to pee all the time,” George complains pulling Fred into a languid kiss.
“Not my child,” Fred says, after ending the kiss, he caresses George’s belly, “My twins.” He says almost possessively, a mad gleam in his blue-green eyes. George curses as his cock stiffens once more in arousal. George grasps Fred’s hand guiding his fingers downward to his slick hole. Fred changes the grip, so he’s holding George’s wrist. Leaning in, so that his breath caresses his younger twin’s ear, he says. “I’m not fucking you on the cold tile floor. When I impregnate you with my children, you’ll be sprawled on my bed, wanting and waiting for my cock and seed.” George curses as his half-mast cock hardens into a full erection. Fred covers George with his cloak and floats his beloved twin’s, George’s, clothes after him. He lifts his twin into his arms, kicking the door open before marching up the stairs into their empty dormitory.
Since, George has only begun stimulating his womb, they won’t conceive this night. George had yet to ovulate. However, their coupling was hot, passionate, and very addictive. Fred takes his time worshiping George and his belly rounded by the toys. Maybe, next time they fuck, he’ll use his toys to simulate carrying quadruplets, George thinks hotly. Fred was very much hot for his younger brother to carry his twins in his rounded belly, as evident by his coming a number of times deep inside George. Fred had exhausted himself, after George had removed his inventions from his womb, to fill the younger twin’s womb until he looked as pregnant as possible. George now sported a cum belly which made him appear four months along with Fred’s child.
Somewhere in America. The wind whistles through the white-barked American Sycamore trees and the Ghost Gum trees, which are native to Australia, despite growing here. The leafless white branches stand a stark difference to the steadily darkening sky. A pale-blue half-moon hangs over the scene. In the distance flickering candlelight illuminates an old, decrepit brick house which stands alone in the middle of the eerie forest. Pettigrew clutches his true master’s luggage to himself as he navigates the wood with familiarity if unease. He hates the meetings between his master and them! But he quells his terror, more afraid of his Master than the insidious creatures he only temporarily encounters here. Peter has sworn his loyalty to his master, who saved him from certain death at the hands of his former friend.
The wretched demon, Malphas answers the black-painted door with its serpentine-knocker, his face expressionless per usual. Malphas is wearing the body of a priest, the fleshy meat-sack as he calls the priest, has been dead for the last three months. Malphas has slowly eroded his soul through possession. Dressed in the cloth of a Priest, the meat-sack’s lips are pale-blue and his eyes a clouded silver-gray. “Hello Rat, Albus,” the creature greets in its hoarse sibilant voice. His skin a so pale it is almost translucent. Flyaway brown curls hang greasily to his shoulders. His lips are cracked and stained with dried blood.
“Malphas,” Albus Dumbledore greets cordially, turning twinkling-blue-eyes on the demon.
“Please, do come in,” Malphas says opening the door wide. The door shuts behind them with a resounding thud.
December 14^th, 1996 – 5:02 pm.
Itzalen Jauregia
Near Getxo, Spain
Sirius has Aurelius pinned to a wall, kissing him roughly, passionately. Despite the roughness of their lips, Sirius holds Aurelius and his pregnant belly like a China doll, ever so carefully. Come to think of it, James muses, Aurelius is a bit like a fragile doll and not only because of his pregnancy with their Lord. Aurelius is nearly two months along, but he’s not very big, although in the clothes he is wearing the swell of his belly is noticeable. Aurelius is shorter than average height. Perhaps he’ll grow an inch or two more as he completes puberty, but honestly, James hopes not. Aurelius is the perfect height for him, James, to wrap his taller, larger frame around and cuddle with. James presses a kiss to the back of Sirius’s neck and helps him guide their love onto the king-sized bed of Aurelius’s private room. James and Sirius shuck their pants and underwear as Aurelius slips off his white blouse and dark colored jeans, revealing the lack of underwear underneath. His skin is slightly pale, having remained mostly indoors to protect the fetus growing inside of him. Aurelius leans back against the plethora of pillows and spreads his legs invitingly, revealing his hard cock, plump balls, and the wet folds of his vagina. It’s very alluring, enticing.
Sirius crawls onto the bed, cock swinging beneath him. James slips onto the bed as Sirius prowls up to his son and puts his fucking tongue into Aurelius’s soaked pussy. Sirius laps at Aurelius’s slick like it’s butterbeer. Aurelius shudders in arousal at the roughness of Sirius’s tongue. Sirius’s Animagus transformation, like all animagi, changed him slightly at an anatomical level. The roughness of his tongue, the keenness of his nose and ears, his bark-like laughter, and the slight swell to the base of his cock were included in the transformation. For James, it was his fleetness of foot, his increased libido during the spring season, and the light dusting silver-white chest hair proudly displayed on his defined pectorals. Pettigrew, before James offed him for betraying their Lord, has his own changes – none of which should be discussed in polite company. Aurelius’s fingers slip into Sirius’s hair. He doesn’t know whether to pull Sirius in closer, or push him away, at his impending orgasm. The choice is taken from Aurelius as Sirius practically shoves his face inside of James’s son’s cunt. Aurelius squirts covering Sirius’s face in slick. Sirius pulls back and licks his lips. He gestures for James to come in closer and with crude gestures communicates what he wants to do with their smaller lover, while Aurelius is riding out his orgasmic bliss. Sirius and James, together, finger Aurelius’s sopping cunt – loosening him for double penetration. The folds blossom under their administering fingers.
Aurelius becomes fully cognitive, immediately realizing James and Sirius had taken advantage of his pliant and relaxed form to penetrate his cunt simultaneously. They’re alternatively penetrating him one before the other in an endless cycle of sexual pleasure. Both men are breathing hard, hot, sweaty, and aroused. They look like their nearing their orgasms. Aurelius’s cock is straining against his belly, his balls are tightening. Appreciative moans and mewls of pleasure escape Aurelius’s lips unconsciously, which causes him to blush in embarrassment. Finally, the threesome can take no more. Sirius Black’s hip stutter as Aurelius comes, spraying his spent on his rounded belly. Sirius gasps and orgasms. Aurelius’s seizing and slick orifice milks Sirius’s and James‘s cocks for their cum. James spills his seed alongside Sirius. Their semen is absorbed into Aurelius’s womb as a sacrifice – converting their seed into magical energy to sustain the intensely magical pregnancy. All three are blasted into perfect orgasmic bliss.
Within Aurelius’s womb, the fetus, the Dark Lord, continues to develop, grow, and evolve. Lord Voldemort had believed that he’d be unconscious for the eleven-month-long pregnancy. This was not the case. At first, he’d been conscious if unaware of his self and unconcerned by the passage of time. Until at one point, something unexpected occurred unbeknownst to anyone but Voldemort himself. A book’s passage appears in his mind.
Herpo the Foul theorized that if a living Horcrux, with the capability of bearing young, were to encounter an unanchored horcrux from a recently destroyed vessel, the unanchored horcrux would latch onto the womb of the Living Horcrux. At this point the unanchored horcrux would begin to slowly evolve, taking on its own body and mending its soul.
While Aurelius had not been his Horcrux, a Living Horcrux or not, Voldemort… no… Tom… realizes that essentially Aurelius was a temporary Horcrux as the fetus developed. The Bilquis ritual had attracted the unanchored horcrux belonging to his diary. It was with this realization that he made another – when making his horcruxes, he had not broken off a sliver of his soul, but an entire half of it and with it his magical capabilities, skills, and bloodline talents. His magic had swelled in him, increasing, and growing at an exponential rate. His thoughts were clearer and coherent – less driven by instinct and running in illogical and inane patterns. If he could curse at this time, he’d spit a litany of foul language.
Tom realizes that his plans were shortsighted and imbecilic! The muggle populace outnumbered magical society vastly. He’d nearly compromised his people’s livelihoods and safety with his grandiose plans of suppression, enslavement, and tyranny. He had fashioned himself a dictator opposed to the revolutionist, he once dreamed himself to be.
The clarity of his thoughts and the return of his magical potential were not the only changes. A nascent bond and not consensual in nature had developed between him and Aurelius, allowing Tom to experience emotions. A baby born of rape and nonconsensual use of love potions, was always born with limited capabilities of self-awareness and emotional depth, according to extensive research done by Saint Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies. Truly, they were born as sociopaths. Now, however, Tom for the first time was experiencing emotions. Aurelius felt deeply and extensively, and Tom shared those emotions. However, unlike a fetus with his or her emotional bond shared with their mother, Tom did not develop feelings of filial love and loyalty to his carrier. No, he had developed an outright obsession, possessiveness, and sexual interest in Aurelius Travers. Tom would have Aurelius, even if he were forced to share him.
But that was neither here nor there at the moment. Tom was planning, plotting a change of course in action. He needed to establish himself without the stigma of his prior actions. He could no longer be Tom Riddle Jr. or Lord Voldemort. He cast his mind for a solution, only to falter. A recent political powerhouse had emerged, a distant relative of the Gaunt-Slytherin bloodline – his Grace, Itzal de Salazar. Itzal de Salazar held the Magical Duchy of Bainbridge in southern England. He was a powerful politician, both magically and politically – persuasive, charismatic, talented. He reminded Tom eerily of himself or a younger and more optimistic version of himself. Then he remembers the reply letter the Duke had sent in response to Lord Voldemort’s allegiance overtures. Four vials of blood, a complicated adoption ritual scrawled on paper, a genetic alteration ritual, and a modified time turner, programed to land the users in the year 1985. Could Duke de Salazar actually be himself, a time traveler?
The Duke was married to a number of men, their identities were still shrouded in mystery. However, his consort was a hermaphrodite, a stunning individual who used male pronouns. He was called, Nicodemus de Salazar nee Serafino, another individual who Lord Voldemort had been interested in due to his internationally recognized skills in Spell Crafting and Runic Magic. Itzal and his husbands had a number of children. Duke Itzal de Salzar’s heir had been born around 1986 and was named Cassius de Salazar. The boy was slated to enroll in school abroad, likely Durmstrang Institute, this year, Tom contemplated. It certainly was a possibility, but even if he wasn’t Itzal, the Duke had resolved his first problem for his future crusade.
December 16^th, 1996 – 5:20 am.
Hogshead Inn – Room Seven
Hogsmeade, Unplottable, Scotland
Morning dawned on the Inn with Ronald Weasley riding one of his boyfriends, Oliver Wood. His other boyfriend, Viktor Krum, languidly masturbated while watching Oliver and Ron with interest. Last night had been Ron’s first time and he’d discovered he was definitely a submissive partner. Ron enjoyed the sensation of receiving, the fullness, the stretch, and the heat. Ron’s orgasm was fast approaching now, and he increases his movement, almost violently, wanting Oliver to cum as well. Viktor increased his speed pumping his cock. Oliver stilled as his impending release finally crashed over him. He shoots his spunk deeply into the gorgeous redhead astride him. When the sensation of Oliver’s release exploded inside of him, Ron came shooting his seed all over his belly and chest. Ron collapsed onto the bed, pulling off Oliver’s cock as Krum came all over the redhead’s back. The nightstand had a clock – Ron cursed, “Fuck!” he exclaimed, “I need to get back to school!” He quickly sits up. Viktor wolf whistles drawing Oliver’s attention as he reached out and poked Ron’s belly. Ron glances down finding a noticeable bulge in his lower belly, his eyes widened. “What?”
“We call that a cum belly,” Oliver, the switch of the three boyfriends, says like a smug cat, “We’ve spent pretty much the entire weekend stuffing you with our cum. What did you expect?” Ron’s hand drops to the feel of heat and stretch, enjoying it.
“Hand me a plug!” the redhead demanded, and with a smug smile Oliver does. “I’ll hide it under my robes for a day or two,” Ron says with an expression of utter fascination as he pokes it. He heads to the room’s private shower to rinse off. He shuts the bathroom door, and the shower turns on. In Ron’s absence, and Oliver slowly becoming aroused once more, the two older men were fucking around pausing only to give Ron two wonderful kisses and say goodbye before they continued.
It’s two hours later, when Oliver abruptly realizes something between episodes of hot sex. “Viktor, you know that was Ron’s first time, right?” Viktor nods against Oliver’s side. “Did you cast an anticonception charm on our spunky redhead?”
“No, I don’t see why we should?” Viktor says.
“I didn’t cast one either, but Viktor,” Oliver says urgently, “Rumor has it that the Weasleys’ men, like Blacks’ men, possess natural wombs! In addition, the Weasleys are known to be extremely fertile! What if Ron didn’t know to cast an anticonception charm?” Oliver says panicking.
Viktor too looks somewhat alarmed, but visibly calms himself, “If Ron is pregnant, we do right by him,” Viktor says, “But we can’t get ahead of ourselves and panic. What happens, happens.” Oliver calms visibly.
“What happens, happens.” Oliver agrees, “If I were to become pregnant, you’d do right by me too?” Viktor nods before taking Oliver’s cock in his mouth
They were right, of course, Ron hadn’t known to use an anticonception charm – he was currently carrying at least one fetus, unknowingly. The question was, with their amorous attentions and the Weasleys’ extreme fertility how many was Ron carrying? Now, that was an interesting answer.
December 16^th, 1996 – 7:00 am.
Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot chambers
London, England, United Kingdom
“Good morning, Lord Malfoy,” Lord Rosier greets, barely hiding his yawn behind his hand. Lucius inclines his head in acknowledgement. His father had passed on the title Lord Malfoy after Draco’s birth. Had Lucius realized the amount of paperwork, he wouldn’t have accepted it. Lucius struggled not to touch his lower stomach, a new habit he’d developed, in an effort to feed his excess magic into his womb to encourage his own fertility. That would be outrageously inappropriate in this venue. Today, per usual, the Wizengamot would fight over legislation, as it did throughout all the year’s twenty-four legislative sessions. The Wizengamot met as the legislative branch twice a month.
Lucius lowered himself onto his seat among the dark faction of the Wizengamot, below the empty seat belonging to the Lord or Lady of Darkness. The Lords or Ladies of Darkness, Light, Twilight, Daybreak and Nightfall are not inherited titles and political seats, but titles and seats named by the sentient force, magic. They are chosen by magic to represent its many aspects. The Noble of Darkness represented dark magic and the Noble of Light represented light magic, while the Noble of Twilight represented the gray and neutral divide of magic. The three titles are not only politically powerful, but also spiritually and culturally. The Lords or Ladies of Daybreak and Nightfall are impartial parties, entirely political (not spiritual) leaning towards one aspect of magic over the other. The Noble of Daybreak leans towards light magic as the Noble of Nightfall leans towards dark magic. As of recent generations, the seats remained empty. Furthermore, for fifty generations, no one has sat in the seat belonging to the Lord of Twilight.
Albus Dumbledore, after his defeat of Grindelwald had tried to take the title, Lord of Light, for his accomplishments. He’d gained the political fame and favor for being pro-light magic and what the light-side called politically progressive – something that made the dark leaning politicians sneer in disbelief, progressive their asses! – and all he’d needed was the cherry atop the cake. The ultimate recognition as the ultimate authority on Light Magic and assumingly by extension the ‘good’ side, the title. Albus Dumbledore had petitioned the Ministry to allow him an attempt at the seat in privacy. As if the ministry possessed the right to allow or disallow an attempt! Rumor had it that, Albus’s ass had barely grazed the seat, when Magic had kicked his ass out of the seat which such force that he’d gone ass overhead. The fall had left interesting bruises on his flesh. This was something Lucius would’ve given quite a sum of money to witness. Officially Dumbledore was only a politician, but his supporters upheld the erroneous belief that the only thing keeping Dumbledore from being declared the Lord of Light, was the man’s humbleness.
The Nobles of Magic were supposed to be the political party heads. Due to their lack of presence, the three parties developed into smaller factions and infighting was common among the factions themselves. Each member of the Wizengamot possessed a single vote, except for the Nobles of Magic who possessed five to their name. Thus, the five titles were highly sought after and desired.
The Wizengamot wasn’t entirely ruled by nobility. The nobles of the Wizengamot were known as the House of Nobility. There were three houses and the Ministry Representative members of the Wizengamot. The House of Nobility had a hundred and five seats – a hundred seats meant for nobles of Great Britain’s magical community on a rotating basis and five for the Lords and Ladies of Magic. The House of Elective Commons possessed thirty-five seats, with fifteen individuals chosen based on geographical representation and twenty individuals representing guilds. The House of Spirituals have fourteen seats with each pair (one man and one woman) representing one of the seven faiths. The final eighteen seats belonged to the Ministry officially, specifically the Heads of Departments. As the House of Nobility (save for the Nobles of Magic) each member of the Spiritualists, Elective Commons, and the Ministry officials held a single vote.
Lord Ogden, the Wizengamot speaker, who replaced Dumbledore, brought the branch into sessions once the door closed, “Today, I bring the Wizengamot into its twenty-third session of its two-hundred-eighty-ninth year. We have quite the agenda for today’s session, so we shall begin immediately if there is no opposition.” The session began.
“The first legislative proposal is presented by commoner, Dolores Umbridge, secretary to the British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge,” Ogden begins, “If Miss Umbridge would introduce her proposed legislative piece, please begin.”
“Hem, hem,” the odious toady woman began imperiously, “the threat of the disgusting half-breeds, werewolves, is very real.” The woman begins dramatically, “Their existence threatens the safety of our children, livelihoods, and magical society as a whole. The exposure rate of werewolves to the muggle populace ranks third in the frequency of interventions as recorded by the Obliviation Department.” Lucius mentally sighs, resting his head on his hand. At least she did research this time, he thinks as the toad proposes a werewolf registration and internment act once more. As usual, when the toad-woman’s bill came in for vote after her speech, he voted against it just as Dumbledore, per usual, considering his prejudice against dark creatures, voted for it. The bill was rejected, but the opposition was becoming slimmer in favor of the bill. No doubt due to the recent increase of werewolf attacks, sneakily orchestrated by Dumbledore. What did one suspect would happen when werewolves were starving! Becoming increasingly sick due to lack of food and housing. Lucius never understood how Lupin could support Dumbledore?!
December 16^th, 1996 – 7:51 pm.
Black Courtyard Townhouse
London, England, United Kingdom
Regulus Black had something of a pregnancy kink, well not quite a pregnancy kink… he liked to imagine himself pregnant with an animal’s offspring. Something, Regulus feared would sicken his family members, despite the fact that bestiality was commonly accepted by the dark faction. Case in point – Centaurs were initially the result of a witch fucking around with magical horses. Any magical being could procreate with another magical being if they wished. The term bestiality only developed with increasing introductions of muggle-born witches and wizards to the magical world. Regulus also liked to fuck around with Uncle Alphard. These two things may not be related, if not for Alphard’s Animagus form, a Black Rat Snake. A delightful form with which Regulus had finally convinced his lover, his Uncle, to slither inside him. Regulus had a plan.
Regulus’s ass was well lubricated for this sexual foray. In Regulus’s current state Alphard’s head could easily slip inside his nephew in his animagus form, but a prerequisite of Alphard’s agreement was his intentions to enter Regulus tail first. Uncurling himself, Alphard slowly slips his tail inside the hot and slick orifice. Slowly, ever so slowly, Alphard eased himself inside. Regulus is very aroused as Alphard begins to curl his lower half inside his ebony-haired nephew’s womb. However, the problem for Alphard doesn’t start until only the tip of his nose is exposed. Regulus’s body is hot and lovely to be inside. Alphard is wriggling back when Regulus orgasms, his muscles clamping down on Alphard and his slick pooling. To Alphard’s shock the excess slick acts as an aphrodisiac. He feels his lower half bulge as one of his eggs, which he had intended to lay later (as a snake with asexual conception capabilities), drops into his channel and slips out. It lands, cushioned in Regulus’s hot womb. Alphard attempts to slither out as quickly as possible, but Regulus’s anal muscles’ grip on him is too tight. Alphard lays his second egg and then his third – fuck it, the wizard thinks to himself. Regulus would just have to deal with a womb full of eggs – eggs he fully intends to inseminate. Regulus’s muscles loosen, but instead of slithering out, Alphard finishes slithering in. Alphard bred snake familiars, not that anyone knew he was both mother and father of them.
Once curled in his nephew’s womb, Alphard begins laying eggs in excess, if painfully slow. Alphard drops his largest load yet! An average Black Rat Snake can lay between twelve and twenty eggs in a single clutch. Alphard lays twenty-five inside Regulus’s womb, causing his nephew’s belly to greatly distend. It occurs to Alphard exactly why Regulus had been asking about his clutches – the little bastard had planned this. Well then, excuse Alphard if he takes advantage of Regulus’s womb, an ideal place for his clutch! Alphard squeezes out two more eggs – twenty-seven – just to spite the brat. Then he goes about carefully inseminating all of them! Snakes usually can’t inseminate all of their eggs, but as a moderately powerful wizard, Alphard goes about it.
Alphard can feel Regulus’s hands on his belly, stroking the protrusion. It is surprisingly arousing, an idea pops into Alphard’s head that he can’t let go of. Maybe, he’ll pretend it is a punishment for Regulus’s secret plans? Yes, yes, that would do. Alphard curls up to take a nap having exhausted himself. It’s two hours later and Regulus is sitting naked on his bed reading, when Alphard deems himself rested enough to speak to his nephew, face-to-face. He begins slithering out. Regulus is able to stave of his orgasm until Alphard is completely out of him. Alphard gives Regulus a very judgmental look, despite being a snake. Regulus turns his face away, blushing hotly. Regulus, though, is unrepentant.
Alphard transforms back into his human form. “You planned that.” He accuses his nephew. “I had planned to lay my eggs at home, but you planned to convince me shortly before I would lay my eggs to do this experiment. Then you consumed some sort of aphrodisiac that compelled my body to lay my eggs inside of you.”
“Yes,” Regulus admits, “But it was your decision to inseminate them.” His hand drops to caress his bumpy, distended belly with such obsession and possession it startles Alphard.
“Fine,” Alphard snaps, “I did partake in this. It wasn’t like I was going to waste a perfectly good clutch. Now, you will agree to your punishment, or I will never fuck you again.” Regulus stiffens, his eyes moistening.
“Please don’t remove them!” Regulus begs.
Alphard’s eyes soften, “I wasn’t going to. Your punishment for forcing my hand is this. I will, from here on, lay my clutch in your womb – it’s the ideal environment – however, I will sleep every night I want to inside your belly until the eggs have hatched!” Alphard demands. “I don’t advertise this, but the familiars I sell are products of my body, in the future the snake-lings will be the product of our shared passion.” Regulus’s eyes have widened, his face reddened. Alphard belatedly realizes his nephew is extremely turned on as slick puddles on the bed’s coverlet. “Good, night, Regulus!” Alphard says pressing a kiss to his nephew’s knee before transforming into a snake and approaching the gaping orifice.
“Good night, Uncle,” Regulus says, caressing his belly, as Alphard slithers back in.
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