Omakes
Dealing with the time travelling generation had been a small affair. The children had escaped an attack from Dark Wizards on Lions’ Pride by using the play room ability to hide things by shifting the content of the room and a temporal magic circle. From what Emilia, Rose and Susan’s eldest of two daughters, had said, none of the adults were present during the assault. In fact the absolutely tall blonde with grey eyes had not been an adult at all but a fifteen year old teenager. Gwen, as was her name, was Lyra’s daughter from an unknown father and only the second oldest, after Emilia.
Rick had quickly put a stop to any information the children had about the future being shared. As he didn’t know how the magic circle manipulated time, any information could very well destroy or rather erase the children’s future.
Rose and Susan didn’t quite know what to do with Violet who refused to let go of the former, too scared and traumatized by the dark wizards’ attack.
Lions’ Pride had been put under lock down. Only Amelia was allowed to go out because of her job as minister for magic. Of course. Albus and Regulus had been warned and tasked with finding all they could on time travel. Travelling more than thirty years into the past wasn’t supposed to be possible after all. The possibility that in the future that limit could have been broken was possible though.
Scorpius and Hugo confirmed they were the twin sons of Draco and Hermione as it was obvious from their looks alone. Narcissa had been intrigued by them and tried to know more. While she didn’t get any details from their lives, they admitted she was a strict but great grandmother and that she didn’t hesitate to both pull her son and daughter in law’s ears when work took more and more time in their lives instead of their children. They never made the same mistake again and had been great parents afterwards. The youngest Black Sister was proud to hear that. Even more so when it was revealed that it was her grandsons that made the time travel possible although they kind of borrowed the notes from future Rick to do so.
Bella and Lyra were conversing in a hush tone with Gwen. They were surprised that as the heir of the House of Black, her name wasn’t one of the constellations. The young teenager explained that her full name was Carina Bellatrix Gwendolyn Black and that Gwendolyn was the name her father supposedly gave her and chose to use because of it. When asked who her father was by her mother, she answered she didn’t know but had lots of suspicions. Bella and Lyra didn’t miss the look of longing on the girl’s face when she looked at Rick every time she thought no one was looking at her. Mother and daughter exchanged complicit and mischievous grins but said nothing.
Emilia and Violet were a mystery to everyone. Clearly they were not adopted, they looked too much like Rose and Susan. The idea of blood adoption was brought forward but Emilia refuted it. She confessed that someone had created a sex change potion and left it at that, while looking at her grandmother Lily.
Both Rick and Lily threw themselves in the study of how to send the children back, so as to not think about the unending questions they had for them. A quick problem they encountered was the fact they would send them back to the exact moment they left. Meaning they would still be in danger from the Dark Wizards. That simply wouldn’t do so they decided to travel with them, take care of the problem and come back.
It took almost the whole month of July to get it done. With the children, Rick, Lily, Bella, Andromeda, and a very angry Narcissa went with them. Dorea wanted to but Rick knew what she would do to their enemies and didn’t want the children to witness it.
It turned out the dark wizards were none other than Theodore Nott and his flunkies who had deserted Magical Britain after Voldemort’s fall. The man had spent thirty years preparing for his revenge. Attacking Lions’ Pride and the children was supposed to show the magical world that a new Dark Lord had ascended and that he was more powerful than the Woman-who-won and the Man-who-wins.
“By attacking defenseless children and not us directly?” Rick had argued. “You’d just have passed for an idiotic inbred with more entitlement than brain.”
Nott cast the killing curse on the spot and Rick simply used a special mirror he conjured to send back the curse to the man who died on the spot with surprise and terror on his face. While his acolytes were shocked, Narcissa went all out with the curses while Lily simply binded them. The curses didn’t stop flying despite that.
“Cissy, don't you think that’s enough?” Rick had asked as he grabbed her wrist to make her stop. “What did you even curse them with?”
“Infertility, permanent muscle pains, erectile dysfunction but higher libido, constant itching, skin aging, hair loss-”
Bella cackled loudly and took her little sister in her arms in an act of pride.
“Wow…I didn’t know you were vicious like that grandmother.” Scorpious reacted.
The blonde witch replied on the spot, taking an haughty and hollier than thou posture. “Only for the people who dare want to lay a finger on my family.”
“Good riddance to bad blood I’d say.”
Everyone turned to the entrance of the room to see who had spoken. To their surprise it was another Narcissa. She looked older but still absolutely gorgeous. Behind her, was an older version of Rick, Lily, Bella and Andromeda.
Bella immediately made a comment, “I’m looking delicious thirty years from now.” She was looking at her future self from top to bottom and liked what she saw.
“I’m still the greatest GILF in Magical Europe,” winked Future-Bella. Future-Lily coughed and everyone understood it was to contradict her. “You would be too if you finally decided to do some modelling, Lily.”
Future-Lily protested on the spot. “My naked body is for one man an-”
“Alright, ladies. It’s not the time.” Future Rick put an end to the argument between his wives before it could escalate.
Rick mentally agreed and changed the subjects. “So it was a closed time loop. You were here, not far and knew of the attack.”
“We knew, yes. We experienced it thirty years ago after all.” Future-Rick chuckled. “Now it’s time for all of you to go back.”
“Why didn’t you do something then?” Hugo inquired.
““Because it could have broken the timeline and perhaps the universe.”” both Rick answered. ““And that’s why you don’t play with time and leave it alone.””
With nothing else to say on the subject. The present versions of the adults said their goodbyes to the children and were sent back to their original time.
“You know,” Andromeda began as she stepped outside the magical circle. “That’s not even the weirdest thing I’ve seen happen.”
“No?” Narcissa wondered looking at her elder sister.
“No. The weirdest is still Rick dying, coming back to life and taking three more killing curses without flinching.”
With a good laugh, everyone left the playroom and returned to their normal lives.
Lily had relented to the idea of Rose and Susan moving out permanently of Lions’ Pride. She hated it with passion but knew she needed to let go. To deal with what she was feeling, she had focused on sex. A lot. As a result, most of her lovers rarely spent time at home. Narcissa went for a vacation in the Caribbean, Andromeda drowned herself in work and so did Amelia. Fleur and Nymie were pregnant and off limits. Marlene was too exhausted with the babies and Rick and Dorea quickly fled to Japan for their annual vacation. It left only Bella. While the Lady Black’s libido was endless and without any limits, it wasn’t the case for her body. It was enough for Lily however. Barely. She still needed her husband cock first and foremost.
“Can’t you come back sooner?” she whined in a tone Rick had rarely seen or heard.
“I don’t know… I’ll have to see with,” he stopped in the middle of his sentence and marked a pause, closing his eyes and frowning. “No, she won’t agree with it. It’s the one week mom has me all to herself. You have me all the time, Lily.”
Lily growled so loudly Rick heard it through the comror. “FINE! I’ll find someone else!”
“Try Rosemerta? You always loved her tits.” He suggested.
“That’s… not a bad idea. Thanks, love! Love you!” Lily’s tone and expression had shifted from angry to excited in the flash just before she ended the call.
Letting out a sigh then a moan, Rick looked down at his crotch. His mother was proving she was one hell of an expert in blowjobs and one smart witch. She had used gellyweed and was under the water of the onsen they were in, sucking his cock with everything she had. Soon enough he grabbed her head with his hands and pushed his pelvis forward, sheathing his entire length in her throat and emptied his balls. He loved hearing her choke. Once done he slowly pulled out of her mouth and brought her out of the water.
“You’re mine for four more days and I’m using them.” Dorea scowled at him and spoke with finality.
“Yes, mom.” He smiled at her and kissed her on the lips.
“Now get it back up, I’m not done.”
She didn’t need to tell him. Dorea was one of the prettiest women in his life. So pretty that it had made it easier for him to accept what she had wanted. It happened during their very first vacation in Japan. Dorea had used one of her blank coupons to request sex from him.
She had listened to Charlus portrait and tried to find someone else, unfortunately she couldn’t bring herself to. Her solution had been her own son who looked much like his father. Between her expert seduction, the fact he found her beautiful and that she looked like Bella and Andromeda (although it was actually the other way around) and because he loved her, led him to begin an incestuous relationship with his mother. Now, every year during their vacation, they spend their time visiting the country and having sex everywhere.
“How do you want it?” He asked her, playing with one of her nipples.
“Rough. Bend me over in the water and use me.”
Rick grabbed Dorea by the hair and yanked her head down to the edge of the stone, the sharp heat of the slick rock kissing her cheek as her long black strands fanned out across the bubbling spring. Water steamed around her, hissing where it met her flushed skin, her breath fogging the surface as her body instinctively curved, spine bending, hips rising high, ass tipped up in open invitation. Her thighs trembled, toes curling as she felt the tip of him pressing, sliding
Then he drove into her with a savage, unforgiving thrust.
Schlk-thwack! The sound of their bodies crashing together echoed through the cave, water rippling outward in frantic waves as Dorea cried out, loud, raw, and high-pitched. “Ahhh—fuck—yes!”
Her knuckles gripped the rock, going bone-white as her back arched further. The way he split her open made her cunt seize, muscles clenching around him involuntarily, as if trying to drag him deeper still. Her voice rang off the cavern walls, thick with hunger. “Pound me, Corvus! Split my little cunt open—ohhh gods, harder!”
He snarled behind her, all muscle and sweat, hands clamping down onto her hips with bruising strength. He yanked her back into every thrust, slamming her against him, hips crashing into her ass again and again, wet flesh smacking with obscene rhythm.
“Fucking take it, slut,” he growled, voice thick and ragged. “You like being used like this? Bent over a rock like a bitch in heat?”
“Yes—yes!” she sobbed, head dropping as the pace made her legs shudder. “Call me that—use me—just fuck me like I’m nothing but a hole for you, Corvus! I’m your whore—your dirty little mother whore—fuck your cum into me!”
He didn’t slow. He gave her everything. His cock pistoned into her hard, fast, unrelenting, the kind of rhythm that stole thought, that turned language to sobbing vowels. The sounds of her drenched pussy being worked filled the steamy air—slchhh slchhh slchhh—each plunge louder than the last.
Her cunt spasmed around him, rippling, hungry. Her entire body trembled under the onslaught. Her voice was hoarse, her eyes rolling. “Fill me—Corvus, please, fuck me full, I want to feel you dripping out of me when you pull out!”
“Oh, you’re gonna feel it, slut,” he growled, slamming deep, his cock twitching inside her, throbbing as his release surged up. “You’re gonna leak for days—every time you walk, you’ll remember what I did to your filthy little hole.”
“Do it!” she screamed. “Breed me, Corvus—fucking breed me!”
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural snarl, seed pumping into her with heavy, hot pulses. Dorea shrieked, body seizing as the sensation of his cum flooding her womb tipped her into orgasm, her pussy milking him, spasming hard.
Her scream went on and on, broken and beautiful: “AAAHHHH FUCK YES STUFF ME— YES FILL ME—RUIN ME!”
And still—he didn’t stop.
Before she could catch her breath, Rick’s hand tangled in her dripping hair and yanked her up with a grunt. Her body sagged back into him, but he spun her, slammed her back against the slick wall, and lifted her by the thighs. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist out of instinct as he thrust up into her again without pause, cock still rock hard, still buried in soaked, cum-slick heat.
Dorea cried out, arms wrapping around his shoulders, nails dragging lines down his back as she clung to him, lips crashing into his. Their kiss was messy, wild, all tongue and teeth, muffling her moans as he drove into her over and over again. Water splashed over their shoulders, steam rising like smoke around their bodies.
“Mmmmnnnghh—fuck—Corvus!”
He fucked her against the wall, rough and fast, every impact rocking her whole frame. Her tits slammed into his chest, sweat and water beading between them, her soaked nipples dragging against his skin with every thrust.
“You wanted more, didn’t you?” he hissed in her ear. “You begged for it. Said you were my whore. Say it again.”
“I am,” she gasped. “I’m your whore—yours to fuck, to fill—I’m not even your mother, Corvus—just your bitch—your needy, filthy little bitch—”
“That’s right,” he growled, snapping his hips hard. “You’re not my mother, you’re just my hole.”
His words made her sob with arousal, her pussy clenching down so tight it nearly stopped him. “Ahhh fuck—Corvus—I’m cumming—I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he snarled, cock slamming into her again, again, again, every stroke hitting deep and fast, water flying from the ledge around them. “Cum all over me, slut. I’m not stopping till you break.”
She shrieked. Her whole body seized in his arms, spasms rocking through her as she came hard, cunt gushing in pulses around his cock. “I’m cumming—I’m fucking cumming, Corvus—don’t stop—please don’t stop!”
He fucked her through it, used her spasming cunt until she was whimpering into his shoulder, face slack with pleasure, limbs trembling. Then he pulled out, letting her slide down his chest, down the wet rock, her body crumpling into the shallow water at his feet.
She knelt there, panting, eyes glazed, lips parted, steam rising around her flushed face.
Her voice came soft, begging. “On my face, Corvusplease…”
He gripped his cock, still hard, slick with her, and stroked it above her flushed, waiting face. “Open your mouth, bitch. You want my cum, beg for it.”
“Yes—yes, give it to me!” she gasped, tongue out, face tilted up. “Paint me—mark me—I’m yours!”
He groaned, shuddering, and thick ropes of cum splattered across her face, streaking her cheeks, her lips, her eyes. The first hit her tongue; she moaned and swallowed greedily, then opened wider for more. The second shot hit her nose and chin. The third painted her forehead, dripping slowly down between her brows.
She moaned like it was worship, fingers dragging through the mess, smearing it across her skin with reverent glee. “Mmmnnnhh… yes… yes… Morgana, your cum makes me fucking divine.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide, glassy with heat, a grin tugging at her cum-slick lips. “Look at me, Corvus I’m your dirty little mommy. Yours. Covered in your seed like an offering.”
She wasn’t even close to done. Neither was he. Sweating down on the stone floor, she raised one leg up in the air and with one hand, showed him her gaping pussy which released a torrent of cum. Rick hardened back instantly and Dorea smirked when he moved towards her.
Bellatrix was down on her ass. Her heart was beating the fastest it ever had. From the excitement of the pure display of raw power and destruction. From the fear of nearly being killed. Most importantly, from the abyss in her opponent’s eyes. There were no emotions, there were no thoughts or calculations. There was only a void.
Only Absolute.
Whatever was thrown at the eyes’ owner, nothing would shake it, nothing would phase it. It was a force beyond human comprehension. One couldn’t hope to defeat or barter with it. There was only submission.
“A Black, doesn’t serve. They rule.”
His voice sent shivers down her spine. Of fear… and arousal. The heat of her being’s core began to rise, like a furnace being lit to reach its highest point of temperature, when metal would melt and burn everything. Her breath itched and her brain forgot she needed air to live. Its entire focus, her entire being's focus, was locked on the young man in front of her.
“And you chose to serve someone else. That…. Will not do.”
The void intensified. Bella didn’t think it was possible, yet right before her eyes she was witnessing it happen.
“You… have a choice, Bellratrix. Join me. Join my cause.” He offered. “I will make you a queen. I will teach you this spell I just used and so many, many more. Spells only known by me and which can dominate any witch or wizard in the world. I will teach you knowledge unknown to any of them. Knowledge that will secure our rule over others with them being none the wiser. Everything I know… I’ll teach and you'll learn.”
Bella finally found her voice. It was as low as a whisper and a bit strangled as if the word was forcing itself from down her throat and burst through her red blood lips. “Or?”
“Die.” The single three letters word broke a dam inside of her. Hidden by her long and stuffy dress, her thighs were getting drenched by her arousal. “Right here. Right now.”
Her body jolted. A consequence of her head being of two minds. The emotional and irrational part of her brain nearly agreed on the spot to join him but her composed, rational and cunning part stopped it from doing so.
Her current master was powerful. Very much so. He was waging war against a whole country after all and he knew dark magics so dark and powerful that no one else could compete. Rewards were promised. Knowledge, power and more. So far… she hadn’t gotten any, despite her devotion, despite her worship. A cruciatus when she failed on the rare occasion when it happened.
Yet, for all his vaunted power and knowledge, her master never made her feel like she did right this instant. His mere look never left her undone like she was now.
The worst was that she was a servant. Her, Bellatrix Black, the greatest witch of her generation of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. A simple servant. One who hoped to one day be sitting on a throne next to her master. One convinced of it.
Yet, right in front of her, someone else was making her a better offer. A deal that would actually give her everything she wanted, everything she needed. That was why she nearly agreed on the spot. Bella didn’t because she’d been tricked before. Her master was giving her praises, giving her crumbs but it was far from enough. Far from what he had promised her. She hadn’t expected to get everything immediately, there was a war to win first, but she expected something nonetheless, even if not as grand, for her service.
‘Service.’ The word tasted like ash in her mouth and fury began to burn from the deepest part of her body. ‘Serve or rule.’
Bella made her decision, right then. The threat of dying if she didn’t forgo her master, never crossing her mind. It was too focused on the word ‘power’ for that.
“Your queen.” She spoke louder this time, her eyes burning with intensity bored into his dead cold ones. “I want to be your queen. I want to be Lady Black.”
Bella didn’t even realize she wasn’t in a position to negotiate. Not like she would have cared to begin with. There was no hesitation in the young man in front of her, no calculation either but his silence said it all. There was and it amazed her that in normal times she wouldn’t have been able to tell.
“Very well. But I have conditions of my own too.”
“-lla? Bellaaaaa!”
Bellatrix blinked repeatedly but very slowly, her mind getting back to the present moment. She felt her husband's arms snake around her mid-drift, his broad, sturdy chest leaning onto her back and his face amorously burying inside into her dark curly mane at the side of her head.
“Yes?”
Rick pulled away from the scent of old wood and lilac. “You were out there for a bit. What was on your mind you didn’t even hear me?”
A bright, knowing smile, a happy one, drew on her black lips. “The day we met.”
“Oh.” Rick was surprised by her confession. “That’s quite a journey down Memory Lane. What brought this on?”
Raising her hand, Bellatrix gently grabbed the hem of the black dress in front of her. “This.”
“That’s… an old dress. Definitely before the time you got hooked on muggle fashion. I thought you got rid of every single one of them?”
Bella’s smile intensified. “Not this one. Never, this one.” Her hand made a gentle up and down movement, caressing lovingly the cloth. “It’s the one I wore when we met.”
Understanding dawned on Rick right then. It was the dress she was wearing during their fateful duel.
“The most important moment of my life.”
“Not our wedding day? Or the children’s birth?”
Rick got a shake of the head for his questions. “No. Those are the happiest. That day however… That day was the start of everything. My happy life.”
He laid a kiss on her neck which made her purr. Wand drawned, he pointed at the dress. It unhook itself from the hanger and began to float.
“Rick?!” Bella was suddenly worried.
Taking her hand in his, he led her out of their bedroom, the dress following them closely behind. They climbed down the stairs to the first floor and reached one of the empty rooms of Lion’s Pride. To Bella’s surprise, who had overcome her worry of her husband damaging one of her most precious possessions, the room wasn’t as bare as she remembered. There was furniture against the walls. Display cases.
With a flick of the wrist, Rick made a headless mannequin come barrelling in and settle against a free space against the wall. The dress was draped over it and Rick conjured a pedestal to raise it from the floor then a cube made of glass to cover it. The final touch was a plaque at the bottom.
“Bella’s start of a happy life.”
The married witch was rendered speechless.
“I was thinking of this room for a while now.” Rick confessed. “To store and display, not heirlooms but important pieces of our lives. Us, the children. I think… your dress is perfect as the first item of it. What do you think?”
Bella’s focus was on her dress protected from harm but more importantly, immortalized as something important in their family. That it was the first thing displayed moved her beyond belief. In a swift and fast movement, she jumped her master for everything she was worth.
“It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Her whisper came with a maniacal devotion and love shining in her dark grey eyes.
“That’s a nice touch.”
The married couple turned their heads in the direction of the room’s entrance. The third member of their throuple was leaning against the door’s frame. Lily wasn’t the only one present. Andromeda was right behind her and she had a few words to say too.
“That doesn’t explain why you’re naked Bella.”
“I was about to dress up when Master…” Instead of using words, she waved at the transparent case.
Lily got closer and laid her red blooded lips on her wife’s black’s one. It wasn’t chaste by any means but it was short. That didn’t stop Bellatrix from grinding herself against her husband’s hardening erection and moaning in need at the contact with her wife.
The redhead tugged on Bella to get her down from Rick. “I’m taking her off your hands.”
Bella was already rubbing herself against Lily, her fire fanned. The morning of sex with Rick had been great but she wanted more from her mistress. She absolutely didn’t care, if she even noticed, about the way they talked about her.
“Thank you. Andromeda and I are going to be late at this point.”
The witch quickly crossed the distance between the door and Rick and grabbed his arm. “I hope not! It’s the first vacation I have in a year and I’m not missing a second of it! Not even for Bella!”
She dragged him out of the room in a hurry for the living room. Rick had promised her three days in the Caribbean and she would make them count. Work had been in the way of lovey dovey and sexy time for too long and she had had enough.
Amused and going along with his concubine, Rick swore again to himself he would make this the best vacation in Andromeda’s life so far.