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Witchcraft and Cuckoldry	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42385 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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To be a Malfoy.
Draco was feeling quite proud with himself, if he had to be honest. After each encounter with Ginny, she was putting up less and less resistance. Of course she always put an uninterested façade when she arrived each day, but the truth was evident to anyone who had seen the progression.
Whereas she used to come dressed with conservative clothes that her grandmother could have worn, she now wore more clothing.
Whereas she used to arrive with her hair barely combed, she now wore light makeup.
Whereas she used to be hesitant in entering his mansion now she behaved like it was almost her place.
Whereas she always needed prompting to undress now there was a barely hidden eagerness in her movement when she disrobed.
The pretense was still there, but it was just that: a pretense. Of course Draco didn’t think that Ginny was quite over the guilt of cheating on Harry, but it was now evident that she was curious to explore the depths of her own depravity, whether she was willing to admit it or not.
Draco was more than willing to help her in such an endeavor, of course. To… direct her toward a proper way for her to enjoy her truest nature without doing harm to Potter’s reputation. That was the first and foremost goal in his mind. It’s way to repay the debt he had with the wizard who defeated Voldemort for good.
Naturally, he appreciated the benefits that come with it at their fullest. Debt or not, Draco resented Harry deeply for showing him up at every twist and turn over their adolescence, not to mention that there had been no little amount of shame in pleading at the trials following the fall of Voldemort.
Impaling Harry’s wife on his cock on a daily basis was making things even, in his opinion.
But that was digressing, and Draco had more important things to think about, such as how to make Ginny finally shred the last remnants of modesty and embrace the truth of her nature. He had half an mind on how to proceed, but asking for a second opinion was always a good idea. For that reason, he organized a dinner with his parents. His father would definitely confirm his thoughts, and it had been a while since he spent some time with his parents anyway. Taking over the family business was a busy endeavor and his numerous activities kept him quite occupied after work as well. He had no shame in admitting he missed them a bit, his mother especially. Narcissa Malfoy always had a way to make him feel home, like only a highborn pureblood mother could.
Yes, Draco could not wait for the evening to arrive.
-oOo-
The bell at the Malfoy summer residence rung, signaling the arrival of Draco and his wife. Lucius stood from his chair in his study to greet them.
He didn’t send the House Elf to do a menial task like opening the front door for a couple of reason. First, he really wanted to greet his son. Second, he didn’t have a House Elf anymore. They weren’t cheap to afford now that they had to be paid, of all things. With a good deal of his riches gone in the post-war reparations it would be a long time before he could afford to hire one on a permanent basis.
But it was a small price in exchange of freedom and the wellbeing of his family, so Lucius accepted his gracefully and went on with his life. Of course, it wasn’t like there wasn’t a stigma associated with his name so in order to preserve what little was left of his family influence he “abdicated” and turned everything to Draco who was far less of a pariah within the community.
Living quietly in the countryside, tending to a few minor business abroad where is name wasn’t associated to the Dark Lord, was more than enough for him.
Still, he didn’t get to see his soon too often and therefore he was very glad when Draco asked to come over for a dinner.
“Draco, Astoria,” he greeted upon seeing them on the doorstep. “Good evening.”
“Father,” Draco nodded.
“Lord Malfoy,” Astoria curtsied gracefully.
“Thanks for having us,” Draco said after his father kissed Astoria’s hand and welcomed them inside.
“DRACO!” Narcissa called from the stairs, rushing to meet her son and engulfing him into a hug. “Oh, Draco, I missed you so much.”
“Mother, I missed you too.”
“And you as well Astoria,” the older woman said at his daughter-in-law “it is good to see you.”
“Likewise Narcissa.” Draco’s wife replied, exchanging an hug with her mother-in-law. “ It truly has been too long.”
Narcissa led them to the dining room, where dinner was already on the table, kept warm by the appropriate Charms. They sat and ate, talking idly of many things. After dinner, the women were sent to another room to get reacquainted while Lucius and Draco went to the study to discuss.
“So, if I recall correctly there was something you wanted to talk about in person,” Lucius said, sipping at a glass of Firewhiskey. “Nothing problematic I hope.”
“Not at all. I merely wanted a your opinion. You see, I recently found myself dealing with a woman with deeply repressed urges. I came along quite a bit with her in a couple of weeks but I’ve hit a hard spot.”
“I see. You’re already involved physically with this woman, correct? Then what exactly are you trying to achieve here?”
“It’s not just about the sex. She’s in denial, you see. She keep pretending she’s not a slut, which is ridiculous, of course. I want to make her admit her nature. Better yet, I want her to relish in it to the fullest.”
“You want to break her?”
“I want to reshape her. Not just as another fucktoy, no. I want to make her into someone who actively seeks more and more self-degradation, but without being overt. I need her a complete victim of her desires but with enough discipline and self-control to seek my approval before doing anything.”
“You want a willing slave then and by your carefulness I assume she’s not just someone you can toy with at your leisure. Is she married, yes? High profile figure I gather? Well you got my attention. Who is it? Habott? Edgecombe? Wait, she’s not Bones, right?” Lucius inquired between sips of his drink.
“Potter.”
Lucius spat his Firewhiskey.
“P-Potter? As in Ginny Potter nee Weasley? Draco are you out of your mind? If her husband finds out you’ve been fucking his wife…”
“He won’t, father. I’ve got my bases covered and even if he did find out somehow I have done nothing outright illegal. Besides, I have the word of a genuine seer that there’s little chance for something to go wrong.”
“Still,” Lucius protested wiping his mouth. “In any case, you’re probably too far along to just pull back now. Yes, your best bet is to finish what you started and make her completely yours. If you manage to conquer her heart as well as her body she won’t at least change her mind and spill the beans to her husband.”
Lucius grinned. “I’m impressed, Draco. I believed you gave up all thought of revenge on Potter.”
“Oh father, I did, but I’m not foolish enough to pass up an opportunity when it presents itself before me.”
“Spoken like a true Slytherin. Very well, I will help you, on a condition.”
“What is it?”
“When you’re done molding her to your will, lend her out to me for a while.”
Draco laughed. “Deal.”
The two Malfoys spent the better part of the evening discussing how Draco had come to get his hands on Ginny and how he broke her reluctance and what he had in store for the future. Lucius was thoroughly impressed with Draco’s cunning and approved of his plans.
Soon, however, it was time to call it a night-
“It has gotten pretty late, Draco. Why don’t you and Astoria spend the night here? Your mother would be delighted to spend the morning with you tomorrow.”
“Hah!” Draco scoffed. “Why don’t you just say that you want Astoria to warm your bed tonight.”
“Really, I had no such thoughts, “Lucius lied without fooling anyone, “but since you are so kindly offering…”
“I get it, I get it,” Draco sighed. “it’s all in the family, right? Ah, well. I suppose we can agree to a… fair exchange, am I right.”
Lucius smiled fondly and patted Draco on the shoulder. He truly was proud of his only son.
-oOo-
That night, after kissing her husband goodnight, Astoria slipped out of the bedroom wearing only her nightgown, and swiftly strode through the dark mansion. The light peering from the door left ajar told he that she was being expected. Smiling she entered without hesitation, closing the door behind her.
Lucius stood naked against the bed frame, arms crossed over his chest. The eldest Malfoy was quite fit for his age and his throbbing erection made it clear that Draco had indeed inherited the genes of his father.
“Lord Malfoy,” she curtsied, causing her already short nightgown to rise even further on her young supple legs . “You asked of me?”
“I have indeed, Astoria. It has been a long time since we last met like this. Not since the night before your wedding as I recall. Far too long.”
“Yes, far too long,” she agreed as she moved to unfasten the straps of her nightwear. The black cloth rushed on her skin, pooling at her feet and exposing the smoothness of her naked body. “We must rectify that.”
She closed the distance with measured slowness, one hand trailing upward on her tight while the other arm came to sustain her already perky breast. Lucius watched with barely contained hunger her display, reminiscing of the day he first savored her young body.
When the marriage contract between Draco and Astoria had been first drafted, Lucius was invited over at the Greengrass manor to verify the quality of the “merchandise”.
As the initiator of the contract, as per custom, Lucius had been allowed to try out Astoria’s skills. The witch was barely of age but she had been brought up as the Pureblood customs demanded. She received over the years specific training to become the ideal wife to a prominent pureblood man. Everything from etiquette to sexual skills had been hammered into her from a young age by her very parents and she had been a good student.
Astoria grew knowing she would marry into a powerful family and as such she was expected to obey her husband to the letter, whether he wished for her to mingle with other women of noble stock or to seduce and sleep with other men to win over some favor. Something like sleeping with one of her relatives was neither strange nor repugnant to her.
As a matter of fact, Astoria had been looking forward to service Lucius again. While Draco was slightly more gifted, Lucius had decades of experience on his son and it showed. Draco would soon catch up, considering how many women he bedded, but he could still not make her moan like his father did.
And so Astoria was more than happy to kneel before Lucius’ manhood and take it into her mouth like she did years before. Likewise, Lucius craved Astoria’s touch, both because she was truly skilled and because he wanted to show that his son had yet to surpass him.
He would make Astoria forget all about Draco and scream his name until dawn. Then and only then he would allow her to return by Draco’s side, but with her belly filled with his seed. The magic of a marriage between a wizard and a witch was such that the wife could not get pregnant with another man’s child unless, deep within her heart, the witch didn’t renege her marital vows and wished to get pregnant with her lover. At the same time the wizard would have to overpower the rightful husband’s leftover magic from within the witch’s womb, so that the new seed would attach itself to her egg and impregnate her.
Lucius didn’t think it would happen. Astoria took her vows seriously and Lucius knew that Draco kept her well satisfied. She wouldn’t sleep with another man without his consent.
That didn’t mean Lucius wouldn’t try his best , and if Astoria got pregnant with his seed it would be up to Draco to raise his half-sibling as his own, knowing full well that his wife had been claimed by another man. Women, much like wands, gave their allegiance to the wizard who bested their previous owner and didn’t fully return to the defeated unless they won her over in the same manner.
By giving Astoria to Lucius for the night, Draco was taking a risk, albeit a small one. Of course, Draco didn’t do it for free. As of that moment, Lucius was taking the very same risk with his son.
-oOo-
Draco had just gotten out of the shower, stark naked and still dripping wet, when he heard a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock on the wall he smirked. His guest had just arrived.
“Come on in.”
The door clacked open, and the familiar figure of his mother slipped inside. Draco licked his lips at the sight.
Narcissa Malfoy was wearing the same nightgown as Astoria: a short black piece held in place by shoulders straps. The size was also the same, which meant that on his mother much fuller figure the bottom was a little higher on the legs and a whole lot tighter on the chest.
“Draco,” her mother said in a whisper, walking up to him, not at all bothered with his nudity, nor with his growing erection. “Your father prefers the company of a younger woman to my own. I am distraught.”
“Such a shame,” he replied with an all too amused smile.
“You won’t abandon your mother in this state, will you? Will you comfort her through the night? Will you make her feel desirable again?” She glanced down at his now fully erected cock, grasping the crown with her hand. “Yes. Yes, you will. You’re a such a good boy,” she declared, moving a strand of hair behind her hear and keeling with her watering mouth open to receive his manhood.
While she slowly sucked on him, Draco pulled the straps of her nightgown to expose her bountiful body. Narcissa smiled at him with her eyes while she busied her mouth with the tip of his dick. Draco groaned in satisfaction, playing with his mother’s hair. Narcissa’s focus however was entirely on the familiar manhood in her lascivious mouth.
Just like wizards took responsibility to teach their daughter how to please a man, witches did the same with their male children. Draco’s sexual education came from his mother and stopped only when the marriage contract with the Greengrass was signed by Lucius.
Some in the wizarding world frowned upon such ancient traditions and mudbloods were absolutely horrified by the practice. Magic however had no such qualms. In fact, members of the same family were pulled to each other by their similar magic, something that muggle-born didn’t feel and therefore understand until they had their own magical children and even then with a much weaker compulsion to act on them. Those who felt it strongly enough were terrified because of their own stupid muggle upbringing and did not act upon it.
And they wondered why the Dark Lord had so many followers. If the muggle-born were to have it their way such intimate and familiar practices would have been outlawed and families would break apart everywhere.
That a mother and a father could not get intimate with their children and teach them how to please each other and themselves was utter madness. Who else was supposed to teach them about their bodies otherwise?
The alternative were simply ridiculous. A mother had to teach her son how to please a woman. That duty and that pleasure should not fall on anyone else.
Narcissa believed in that very strongly and had been more than happy to teach Draco the joys of a woman body. In return Draco had been a very apt pupil and always did his best to please her in return. Perhaps she had spoiled him a bit too much, as he came to expect the best from everywoman he had been with, but she didn’t regret it. Especially because for every study session she had with Draco, Lucius fucked her brain out to keep her from entertaining strange ideas.
Things improved after Draco married. With their silly games of trying to ensnare the each other wife, Narcissa and Astoria were guaranteed to be fucked silly twice in a row. The two women shared a intimate bond over their mutual use of each other husband’s cock.
A some people wanted to break such close ties. Madness!
Such were Narcissa thought as she lapped lavishly on Draco’s stiff manhood, smothering its length with her motherly breasts. Those same breast he milked as a child she now used to milk him back. If this wasn’t reaping what she sown she didn’t know what was.
“Aaah, mom. You’ve got the best set of tits in the world.”
“Flatterer,” she purred, “but I bet you’d prefer Astoria’s.”
“Not really. She’s got a tight ass but there’s just no comparison between your udders and her tits.”
“Udders? I did not teach you to talk in such uncouth manner, young man,” she said with a reproving tone, though she did not stop squeezing her tits around his throbbing manhood. “Is this the way to speak to your mother?”
“Not really, no,” he groaned. “That’s how I address big breasted cows when they suck my dick like hungry whores.”
“Draco!” she exclaimed in indignation, though it was to note that she sped up her ministration all the same. Then she giggled. “Such a naughty boy you are. I’ll have to punish you thoroughly.”
“I’d like to see you try,” he told her mockingly a moment before pinching and twisting her right nipple hard. Narcissa gasped in pain and pleasure and Draco seized that moment to shove his cock into her mouth and throat.
Far from being inexperienced with such acts, Narcissa didn’t gag but leaned further and further in, until the entirety of his son’s length was buried inside her. There she remained, feeling his release echo deeply inside her, disregarding the feeling of suffocation and the tears running from her eyes, all too busy fingering her labia and clitoris to achieve her own orgasm while still pleasurably wrapped around Draco.
Only when he felt her stop spasm did Draco l back from inside her, leaving a tread of semen to connect his cock to her still parted lips.
Dazed from her shattering orgasm and the prolonged lack of oxygen, Narcissa could only regain her breathing for a while, hand still moving idly between her legs.
Draco watched her chest heave gloriously while he cleaned his cock on her cheeks.
“You are such a bully, Draco,” she said after a moment. “you know that if you fuck my mouth so roughly my pussy is going to become hungry for your cock,” she emphasized the point by leaning on her ass and elbows, spreading her legs apart. “How are you going to take responsibility for this.”
“I might have just an idea,” he said stroking his dick back to full erection. “Don’t blame me if I snatch you away from dad, though.”
“If you can, you have the right to do so, such is the way of Magic” Narcissa agreed, spreading her lower lips apart as invitation. “Be sure to try your best, Draco dear.”
Draco smiled and leaned toward his mother. Her howls of pleasure could be heard through the entire mansion for the whole night.
-oOo-
The following morning Draco and Astoria departed late. Despite his parents insistence to stay for lunch Draco claimed he had some unfinished business to take care of.
When they apparated away, Lucius turned to his wife.
“So, how did it go?”
Narcissa bit her lip in blissful reminiscence, her nipples visibly poking through the material of her clothes.
“He was so very close to sway me, husband dear. A little more effort and I may have lost it completely.”
Lucius growled and grabbed her ass forcefully.
“It looks like I have to reeducate you again. Go to the dungeons. Now!”
“Yes, husband,” Narcissa said demurely as she turned away to do as instructed. Lucius didn’t see the grin on her face, but quite frankly he didn’t need to. He knew his wife very well after all.
A good distance away, in his mansion in London, Draco was doing pretty much the same with his own spouse. It wouldn’t do any good to assume to be on top.
All in all, it was a great day to be a Malfoy.
-xXx-
AN: sorry for the long wait everyone. I'm currently moving and changing job so everything got a lot more complicated. It didn't help that my PC broke midway through this chapter either. I'm currently borrowing a friend's but I have to give it back soon. I don't know when I'll be able to post something again but please wait for me and keep reviewing.
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