To The Victor Go The Spoils - Chapter 15

Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.

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Seeing Double

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“Well that went about as expected.”

Harry sighed and nodded, taking the offered glass of whiskey from Narcissa. Across from him, Daphne sat at her desk making small notes within a notebook. The blonde sighed before suddenly closing the book.

“We knew there would be uproar. No way around it. All Wizengamot families, even the ones a part of the light and neutral factions, will never like the idea of willingly handing over their power.” She frowned.

“I never said they had to. If they keep their promises to the people of the Wizarding World then they’ll keep their seats. They just have to make the voters see they’re the right choice.” Harry huffed.

Narcissa sat beside him with a mirthless laugh. “We know my love, but all those stuffy geriatrics would rather give up their magic than do that.”

Harry ran his head through his hair in frustration before turning back to Daphne. “The vote will pass either way. Every single dark family and nearly half the neutrals have to vote our way under their oaths.” 

Daphne nodded. “True. A few light families will swing to your side as well. The Wizengamot isn’t the real problem though. The public will be who you’ll need to win over.”

“But I’m doing this for them!” He exclaimed with a scowl.

“They don’t know that, not yet in any case.” The blonde witch leaned back in her chair and unwrapped her hair from its tight professional bun with a wince. “You’ve spent the last umpteen months convincing them you’re not trying to take over the government and become the next Dark Lord. This-” She said, gesturing to a draft of their Voting Rights Collective Act on her desk. “-makes it look like you’re doing exactly that. I mean we’re essentially dismantling the Wizengamot here!” She exclaimed.

Harry took a generous gulp of his whiskey and sighed. “Fine, I see your point. Where do you suggest we start?”

“That I couldn’t tell you. I’m a solicitor, not a PR rep. We’ll need an expert. Someone who can schedule interviews, control reporters, and generally do everything in their power to make you look like Merlin-come-again.” Daphne explained.

“Do you have someone in mind?” Narcissa spoke up with a raised brow.

Daphne paused for a moment in thought, her hands absentmindedly playing with the charm of her choker before a smile suddenly broke out across her face.

“I might know a witch or two…” She said with a chuckle.

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Harry checked himself in the mirror once again with a grimace.

“Do I really need to wear this?” He groaned, bringing his hands up to smooth some of the ruffles of his robes. The damn things made him look like a pompous grey peacock.

Narcissa swatted his hands away and reached up to adjust his tie. “Like I said, these are traditional portrait robes that all Lords of Noble Houses are supposed to wear. You’ll be sitting for a formal portrait right after the meeting with Daphne’s public relations friends. This will help show the public that, while your policies are progressive, you also have a respect for the older wizarding customs as well.”

Harry scoffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah well… I still say this makes me look about as stuck up as Lucius Malfoy… uh no offence love.” He added hastily.

Narcissa rolled her eyes and turned to inspect him in the mirror as well, brushing a few strands of his hair to the side.

“Trust me, my love, there’s no power in this world that could ever make you as much of a pompous fool as that man was.” She muttered before tilting her head up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “Now will you stop your brooding?”

Harry laughed and pulled her close to him. Narcissa’s arms immediately moved to wrap around his neck. He leaned down, meeting her lips halfway as they shared a gentle kiss.

What he intended to be a quick peck was soon transformed into something more. Harry couldn’t help it. Every time he held Narcissa in his arms, every time he tasted her lips against his, he just wanted more. 

The blonde witch moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. Her tongue met his head on. Their mouths melding together like a blazing fire of hunger and lust. 

She felt as Harry’s hands danced across her ribs, descending downwards until they met to the oh-so-round swell of her arse. With lustful intent, her grabbed each of her full cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze, eliciting a whimper of delight from her lips.

Narcissa broke the kiss with a gasp as one of his deceitful hands turned from groping her arse to wandering up her skirt, intent on claiming her wet pussy for itself.

“We don’t have time my love!” She moaned.

Harry responded with a growl and forcefully ripped the top of her dress open. Being a fan of plunging necklines, Narcissa’s breasts instantly spilt free from the meagre cage, bouncing slightly from the sheer weight of her giant globes.

“I’m se-serious!” She gasped, his hot mouth encompassing one of her stiffened nipples. “Da-Daphne’s contacts will be h-here any minute! Oh Morgana!”

“They can wait a bit.” He muttered as he began to work his hands back up her skirt.

“Hng- No. No!” Narcissa chided. “I just finished perfecting your robes. I’ll not have you mess up all my hard work for a quick shag.”

Harry let out a sigh and nodded, dropping the ruffles of her skirt with a small pout. Narcissa rolled her eyes but smiled. Taking a step forward, the blonde dropped to a squat in from of Harry and ran her hands slowly up his legs until they met at the bulge of his cock.

“We can’t shag, but I never said anything about taking care of this problem for you my sweet.” She purred as she palmed his cock through the thick robes. Harry groaned at her touch, unconsciously pressing his groin harder against her hand as she rubbed him.

Narcissa smirked to herself as she worked on freezing his engorged length. Months of fucking, using, and breaking her in all manners of ways, and yet she was still able to drive him wild with just a single touch. 

“It goes without saying that you’ll buy me a new dress of course my lord?” She asked innocently, rolling his stiffened cock between her hands.

“Bloody- I’ll buy you fifty for merlin’s sake!” Harry gasped.

Narcissa smirked. She loved the man but that didn’t mean she wasn’t above using their intimate moments to get what she wanted. Besides, this was the third dress he ruined this week! He owed her!

The blonde waster no time in wrapping her plump lips tightly around her lord’s thick cock head. She moaned audibly at the taste, both because she knew how much it turned him on and, well, she was a slut for a cock in her mouth. Harry’s specifically never failed to have her dripping wet in moments just from a small taste of it. Her tongue greedily glided around his sensitive glans as she listened with pride at every hiss and gasp he expelled.

‘Let’s see if I can’t get a new pair of heels to go along with the dress…’ Narcissa smirked internally.

With a deep breath in through her nose she flung her face forward, swallowing her lover’s cock deep into her throat. She felt his balls pulse against her chin as Harry cursed in pleasure. The blonde fought down the small urge to gag without trouble and began to slowly rock her head back and forth, massaging his cock with her throat.

“Gah fuck! That feels amazing Cissy!” He gasped.

Narcissa smirked, pulling back slowly with an exaggerated slurp. “I live to serve my lord~” She purred, diving her head down to quickly pop one of his balls in her mouth for a quick suck.

The door to Harry’s bedroom suddenly opened. Narcissa glanced towards the intruder from the corner of her eye, calming somewhat when she saw it was just Astoria.

“The guests have arrived my lord.” The young Greengrass sister announced.

Harry groaned but Narcissa pulled off his sack with a small smile. “Thank you Stori. Please entertain them for us while they wait. Our Lord will be down in just a minute.”

Astoria nodded, but didn’t turn to leave immediately. “Do you require any help mistress?” The brunette said with a pointed look at Harry’s stiff cock. The younger girl couldn’t help but bite her lip in barely concealed lust as she eyed the veiny member.

“No thank you. I believe I have it well taken care of.” She said with a shake of her head. Tilting her head down, Narcissa let a glob of spit fall from her mouth and land directly between her juicy tits. She made a show of squeezing her fleshy globes together, coating her cleavage in a thick sheen of saliva, before finally wrapping them around Harry’s waiting cock. “If you could just please attend to our guests Astoria.” She said with a grunt as she began to work her breasts around her lover’s shaft.

“Of course mistress. My lord.” Astoria said with a bow of her head.

Narcissa paid the girl no further heed as she left. Instead, she trained all her focus on bouncing her tits vigorously around Harry’s cock. His moans of pleasure fueled her desires, and soon enough she was moving at a rapid pace, fucking him with her tits while her mouth sucked greedily on his tip.

“Fuck Cissy! I’m close!” Harry exclaimed.

Narcissa moaned heatedly at the news. She pulled her mouth free from her cock-head and looked up at him with a pleading expression as she continued to bounce her tits.

“Cum for me my love~” She moaned. “Cover me in your seed like the good little slut I am…master~”

Harry groaned deeply as he released his pent-up load. Narcissa smiled and closed her eyes, letting his hot cum rain down on her face and tits with a shiver of delight. She felt his cock pulse over and over again between her large mammaries, each one signalling another release of his seed that would splash across her porcelain skin. Only when her face, breasts, and tongue were properly covered did his cock finally stop twitching. With a sigh of relief, Harry pulled back, freeing his member from her now sticky cleavage.

“Merlin that was amazing.” He breathed.

Narcissa hummed in agreement and began to clean herself up one scoop of cum into her mouth at a time. “Hopefully there will be no more complaining then?” She said with a smirk.

Harry laughed and nodded, quickly putting his cock away and adjusting his robes.

“Good, then go meet with out new friends. If all goes well then you may just be able to convince me to try that new position you found~” She teased.

Her words worked better than expected, as Harry was out of the room before she could even blink. Narcissa laughed to herself and stood, shimming out of her ruined dress before walking over to the nightstand and grabbing Harry’s coin purse.

“Oh Pansy dear!” She called in a singsong voice. “What’s say you and I take a quick trip to that new boutique in town?”

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Harry followed Astoria down to the formal sitting room with a small bit of nervousness. From what Daphne had told him of her contact, the two witches he was about to meet were the best of the best. They’d done a lot of work since the end of the war helping many political personalities and businesses save face for words or actions they committed during Voldemort’s reign. While that fact irked Harry somewhat, it also soothed him. If these two were able to get some of those bad actors off the hook, then they could easily sway the general populace to Harry’s side.

Harry took a breath and nodded to Astoria, signalling the younger girl to open the door.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see when the door opened, only that it wasn’t the sheer ominous gazes of two identical sets of eyes staring right back at him.

Two women, identical in every way sat upon a brown leather couch. Their form-fitting business dresses clung to their lithe frames. Every feature of their faces was sharp and porcelain, like they were a pair of pixies transfigured into stunning young women. Brown hair cut into a short bob framed their aristocratic features, accentuating their deep penetrating charcoal eyes.

“Ahem… Hello.” He said awkwardly. “I suppose you’re the Carrow Twins that Daphne told me so much about.”
They looked at him unblinking for a few beats, neither speaking a word as they continued to stare deep into his soul from their place on the couch. Finally, the twin on the right glanced towards her sister, receiving a small nod in response before she sent a small smile his way.

“Indeed we are Lord Potter. You may call me Hestia, and this is my sister Flora.” She said, gesturing to her silent partner.

Harry nodded to the other girl and sat in his seat across from them. Between them sat a large coffee table of which Astoria placed a few cups of tea but just moments later.

“Harry please.” He said as he gestured for them to drink. “I have enough people calling me lord nearly every day that it makes my head spin.”

“Harry then.” Hestia said with a smile. She picked up a cup of tea, with Flora doing the same at nearly the exact same time, perfectly mirroring her sister's movements to the T. “I have to say, we were quite surprised to receive word from Daphne, especially when it concerned you of all people.” The black-haired girl explained. “In any case, me and my sister tend to have… let’s say a somewhat unorthodox policy when it comes to accepting new clients. Our reputation does not allow us to simply help any who jingle a few galleons our way, not that many could even afford us mind you.”

“Your reputation?” Harry asked with a quirked brow. 

“Of course. After the war, not many were willing to associate themselves with someone holding the Carrow name. Not after what our… relatives… did at Hogwarts.” Hestia said with a pause.

“You mean Amycus and Alecto…”

From beside Hestia, Flora seemed to almost tense slightly at their family members' names. Almost as if the very sound of them triggered some form of fight or flight response in the girl. Harry knew that reaction well… It was the same reaction he saw in many after the war.

“Yes.” Hestia said with a clipped tone. “Them. As you can imagine, being related to those two isn't great business. As such, we’ve worked tirelessly over the last two years to build up our now stellar reputation.”

Harry leaned back as he parsed the meaning of her words. “One that you’re not willing to risk for just anybody.”

The two girls smiled simultaneously, Flora's grin looking far more menacing compared to her sister’s.

“Correct.” Heatia chirped.

Harry hummed and looked back and forth between each twin. “So then I assume you two are at least somewhat interested in helping me. At least, enough to meet with me.”

“Well… one cannot simply deny an audience with the Man-Who-Won.” Hestia said with a smirk.

Harry snorted and took a sip of his tea. “What do you require?”

The two girls shared another look, seemingly speaking a thousand words between themselves without so much as moving a single muscle. Finally, Hestia stood, slowly walking around the small coffee table with deliberately slow steps.

“We pick and choose our battles well Harry. Like snakes in the grass, we wait for not just the perfect moment to strike, but the perfect target as well.” She murmured as she approached. Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the brunette slowly circled his chair, one of her hands even brushing against his shoulder as she passed. “We know how to read the writing on the wall. Times are changing, and you are at the very forefront of that change.”

“I’m just trying to help.” He argued.

Hestia laughed as she came back into view. “And ruffling quite a few feathers while doing so.” That same hand from earlier trailed down his arm as she leaned in closer. “But that’s okay. Ruffling feathers is what we’re good at.”

Harry opened his mouth to reply but something brushing against his inner thigh caused him to instead jump in surprise. He looked down to find Flora smirking like a prowling cat as she kneeled between his legs. How she got there, Harry didn’t know nor how she had done it so quietly.

“I don’t understand…” He said, glancing from one twin to the other.

Hestia smirked and sat on the arm of his chair, her hand somehow finding its way to his chest. “Oh, it's quite simple Harry. You see, Daphne spoke briefly about your… arrangement with her and the others.” From below, Flora began to slowly untie the hem of his robes.

“W-What arrangement?” He asked with a small groan. Flora’s hand was now rubbing his cock through his boxers, slowly but surely bringing him to a stiff erection.

“Why the one where you claim their bodies both magically and…” She leaned in, her hand travelling down his chest and stomach until it joined her sister’s on his clothed cock. “...physically~” She finished with a squeeze of his shaft.

Harry didn’t even try to stop Flora from reaching into his boxers and pulling his thick length free. He was far too occupied pawing at Hestia’s breasts as she practically devoured his lips. The impish girl whimpered and mewled against his lips, her tongue lashing against his own with flurried movements as he molested her petite tits. 

From below, Flora, as silent as ever, gently cradled his cock between her hands. The brunette stared at his length in lustful hunger, studying the way it felt in her hands. As her sister whimpered like a virgin above, Flora was opening her mouth wide like an eager slut and swallowing his cock whole.

“Bloody hell!” Harry gasped, breaking the lip lock with Hestia. He bucked his hips involuntarily from the sensation of Flora’s tight mouth around him, incidentally shoving his thick cock further down the petite girl's throat.

‘GLURK!’

The lewd sound of Flora choking on his cock stirred something inside Harry. His member pulsed within the mute girl’s throat and, like a switch being flipped, his eyes darkened with burning lust.

“Fuck it.” He growled.

Without warning, Harry reached forward and gripped the choking girl roughly by the hair. With a grunt, he slammed her face down as far as it go on his cock. Flora thrashed and choked around his length, her throat convulsing in protest, yet Harry didn’t care. His grip held firm as he began to buck his hips against the girl’s face. Every thrust of his cock was met with more lewd sloppy sounds as he fucked her throat over and over again.

‘GLURK GLURK GLURK’ 

“My my~” Hestia purred in his ear. “You surprise me Harry. Who knew you could be so…ravishingly brutal.” She moaned as she pushed her now bare tits against his arm. “Fuck her harder for me please… I wanna see my poor little sister pass out while choking on your cock.”

Harry grunted and did as she asked, slamming his hips upwards with as much force as he could muster. Flora’s thrashing from earlier had ceased, now replaced by a limp acceptance as he used her mouth as he pleased.

“This is what we want Harry.” Hestia breathed into his ear, her stiff pointed nipples rubbing into his bicep. “We want power, and you’ve got it in spades. Our bodies are yours, our souls. All we ask in return is to be right there next to you as you usher in a new age for the Wizarding World.” The brunette grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs. The sheer wetness dripping from her cunt was enough to make Harry blow his load right then and there down her sister’s gullet. “We’re yours, my lord. All of us.” 

Harry couldn’t help himself. With a groan, he wrapped an arm around Hestia’s waist and pulled her on top of his lap. Flora was pushed away without a care, the near-comatose girl falling limply to the side as her lungs fought for air. Harry paid her no mind. Before she even hit the floor his cock was already buried fully inside her sister’s cunt. Hestia howled in pleasure as she was stretched open by his thick shaft. Her inner walls gave way easily to his cock, proving just how wet and ready she was for him.

Harry marvelled at just how tight Hestia’s cunt was. It was unlike anything he ever felt before. The petite girl was so thin that he could actually see the imprint of his cock poking out from her abdomen. The instant he sheathed himself inside her it was like the very walls of her cunt clamped down like a vice. Hestia was far too gone from the pleasure, her small tits fluttering with heaving breaths as her eyes stared unfocused in the distance. She made no move to bounce on his cock, or really move at all.

That just wouldn’t do.

Hooking his arms under her thighs, Harry took hold of her thin hips and lifted the witch off his cock till only the tip remained inside. With a grunt he slammed her back down, slamming himself inside her dripping slit with such a force that Hestia’s mouth could only open in a silent scream.

Over and over again he repeated this process, using her petite body like his own personal toy. The only sounds that emanated from the girl were the small panting breaths she took as she was used like a cocksleeve. The only shift in her otherwise near-comatose state was the smile that grew wider and wider before she’d suddenly go completely still and her cunt would become unbelievably tight.

The titty-job Narcissa had given him before was the only reason he’d lasted this long. If he hadn’t already blown a load all over the blonde's face, Harry had no doubt he’d have made it past the first few seconds inside Hestia’s pussy.

That being said, it wouldn’t be much longer now. Her pussy was like a whirlpool of pleasure, trembling and tightening around him in impossible ways…

Without warning, life seemed to return to Hestia all at once. Her mouth twisted into a manacle grin as a look of ecstasy formed on her face. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, her hips shaking violently around his as her pussy gushed over and over again with her juice. Harry couldn’t stop himself after that. With a shuddering groan, he erupted inside of Hestia’s unbelievably tight cunt.

The petite girl collapsed forward on his chest into an incoherent mess of sobs and praises. Harry could hardly make out a single thing she said, yet in that moment he could hardly care either way. 

He had no sooner finished depositing the last of his seed inside the brunette's quim than did he feel a hand suddenly pull his cock free before something warm and wet surrounded his length once more. Harry groaned and shifted Hestia atop him so as to see what was happening. 

Flora, finally awake from her brutal oral fucking, once more had her pouty lips wrapped around his member. The silent girl gave him a sultry wink as she sucked him before suddenly taking a breath and hilted his cock down her throat with a loud wet gag.

Harry sighed and sat back. Perhaps this whole PR thing wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought.

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Author’s Note

I’m back! Finally done moving and once more have time to write. Hope this chapter was worth the wait!

Thanks for reading!