To The Victor Go The Spoils - Chapter 13

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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The Gang’s All Here

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Harry had approximately forty-five seconds to recover before Luna bounded once more into the room, this time with a medium-sized chest in her arms.

“Here you are mistress!” Luna chirped happily. Out of all the girls in the house, Luna was the only girl who happily referred to Narcissa by that title. A fact that amused the Black daughter all too much. She sat the chest eagerly on the bed next to Narcissa as the blonde milf throated his stiff member.

Narcissa pulled away from his cock with a soft gasp and looked at the girl with a small smile while she continued to stroke him. “Thank you my sweet girl. Would you like to pick out your first toy or shall I?”

Luna bounced from foot to foot as she mentally weighed her choices.

“Hmm- Could I suck on Harry’s penis while you choose?” The silver-haired girl asked, glancing longingly at the thick rod of meat in Narcissa’s grasp. 

The older blonde giggled and glanced at Harry. He shrugged in response, content to follow her lead with this. Daphne for her part just watched tiredly from her place curled into his side with amused interest.

“I suppose so. You have been such a good girl for mistress these past few days after all.” Narcissa cooed as she reached forward to lovingly rub Luna’s cheek. “Come. Service your lord while I pick which toy I’ll get to drive into your little pussy.”

Luna shivered with excitement against Narcissa’s touch and nodded. She crawled onto the bed without a word and came to rest between Harry’s legs. Narcissa softly ran her fingers through the girl’s silvery locks as Luna leaned down and excitedly captured his cock between her lips. She wasted no time on stroking him with her hands, instead using only her small mouth to swallow him down her throat.

“That’s it my sweet.” Narcissa cooed as the younger blonde gagged against the invading shaft. “Take it all in~” With that, the older woman pushed Luna down even deeper onto Harry’s cock. The young Ravenclaw thrashed a bit against Narcissa’s grip. Loud choking sounds emanated from her mouth as her throat constricted around Harry’s cock and her body spasmed in panic. 

Harry groaned out in pleasure. The feeling of Luna’s tight throat quivering around him sent electricity up his spine. The poor girl gagged loudly as his cock involuntarily twitched inside her. Narcissa allowed her a brief respite and pulled her off his shaft. The younger blonde gasped as her throat was finally allowed some relief. 

“Are you okay Luna?” Harry asked.

The girl coughed and quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes before looking up at him with a wide smile. “Can we go again? I think I can take you even deeper this time!” She chirped.

Harry laughed while Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Pace yourself my sweet. There’s no need to rush all the fun.” She said, taking Luna’s chin in her hand and placing a lingering kiss on the girl’s lips.

Luna whimpered against the older woman’s lips but nodded. Harry watched as she turned back to him and returned her attention to his cock.

She started much slower this go around, exploring his cock first with small kisses and licks up the shaft before even daring to wrap her lips around his cock head. When she did, Harry was forced to suppress a hiss of intense pleasure as the starry eyed girl sucked harshly on his overly sensitive tip with moaning eagerness.

Luna didn’t move from the tip at all. She seemed to enjoy the way he spasmed under her with each whirl of her tongue or light bob of her head, and Harry for his part enjoyed it even more. A soft hand joined the girl’s mouth, pumping him in a tight grasp as she suckled his cock head. Luna’s small hand couldn’t hope to fit entirely around his shaft and so the witch was forced to add her other to the mix.

From behind the girl’s form, Narcissa diligently sorted through her chest, pulling free a wide assortment of toys ranging from studded dildos, beads, whips, cock rings, and even an enchanted vibrator in the shape of a tentacle. Strangely enough, that last one always seemed to be Pansy’s favorite. Harry made a note to indulge the girl’s kink at some point, it would be a good reward if she earned it after all.

Finally Narcissa’s face morphed into a lustful look of triumph as she pulled out a glistening metal bulb attached to a poofy white ball of fur.

“Perfect~” She purred.

Without a word, the busty blonde bombshell knelt behind Luna’s bent over form. The younger blonde either didn’t notice or didn’t care what Narcissa was doing as she simply continued her job of happily bobbing her head along his length.

He watched as Narcissa brought the small toy to her lips. The older woman moaned erotically as she opened her mouth to suck on the buttplug, lathering the shining metal with a heavy layer of saliva as she did so. Once it was thoroughly coated, the older witch pulled it from her lips with a ‘Pop!’ and brought it down to gently tease the rim of Luna’s asshole.

Luna shivered in excitement as the cool metal kissed her puckered hole. Her hips moved of their own accord, pushing her ass back towards the blonde in a silent plea to keep going. All the while, the Ravenclaw’s lips never stilled, continuing their jobs of loudly sucking on Harry’s cock with hungry intent.

When the toy was finally pushed inside her sweltering asshole, Luna had a mouthful of his cock. Her scream of ecstasy came out muffled , and her spasming body only caused her to swallow him even deeper. Not enough to choke herself on his shaft like last time, but enough to have Harry grunting as he fought to fight off his looming climax.

“There!” Narcissa said with a firm slap to the petite girl’s ass. “Now she looks the part of the eager little bunny she is.”

Harry looked towards Luna’s perched backside and sure enough, peeking out between her two taut cheeks was a single white cotton tail atop the buttplug hilted in her asshole. His cock lurched at the sight and Harry groaned as his orgasm inched ever closer.

Daphne suddenly giggled against his side and sat up. “I think someone likes it Narcissa.” She turned towards him, making sure to push her ample breasts into his face as she did so with a smirk. “Isn’t that right my lord? Do you love seeing your playthings decorated with Narcissa’s toys?”

Harry said nothing and pulled the girl closer with a growl. Daphne laughed as he buried his face between her round tits, and moaned when his hands wandered south to tease her still dripping folds.

“S-Sensitive love! Ah~” She cried in half-hearted protest. Yet she only mewled in delight when he slipped a finger inside her moist cunt.

He hooked his finger inside her, sawing it in and out of her tight snatch while his tongue lashed out against the blonde’s stiff nipples. Daphne rocked her hips against his hand, her mouth a cacophony of slutty moans and gasps as she fucked herself on his fingers. From below, Luna’s own mouth hurried its movements as Narcissa began to drive the cotton tailed buttplug in and out of the blonde’s ass.

Harry’s end came first. His climax had been building for far too long, and the lewd feeling of Daphne’s breasts in his face paired with Luna’s hungry sucks of his cock proved far too much. He exploded inside the petite Ravenclaw’s mouth. Hot cum filled her cheeks and painted her tongue. One would think Luna came herself by the sheer volume of which she moaned in delight. The blonde worked diligently to swallow every drop, driving her head forward until he was almost hilted once more in her throat. Harry groaned into Daphne’s breasts and let the last spurts of his seed fire down the blonde’s gullet, depositing the last vestiges of his load into her stomach with the rest.

As soon as his orgasm tapered away, Daphne gasped and clawed at his head. Her hips moved even faster. Loud squelches of her wet pussy working overtime sounded out through the room as she rocked her hips almost painfully fast atop his hand. Knowing what was coming, Harry took one of her hardened nipples between his teeth and bit down. Instantly, Daphne stilled, letting out a shattering moan as she came. Juices gushed from her pussy, soaking his hand and the bed sheets under it. 

Daphne sighed as she came down from her orgasm, panting softly from the exertion. With a grunt she pulled back, releasing Harry’s own panting face in the process. His hand slipped out of her now thoroughly soaked folds with a soft squelch. The sound paired nicely with Luna’s lew slurps of his cock as the blonde worked to pull the last droplets of cum from his length.

“Mmm~ Such a good little bunny isn’t she my love? She didn’t spill a drop!” Narcissa moaned from behind the young girl. It was only now that Harry could see the older witch was slowly pushing one of her glass dildos in and out of her cunt from below. Narciaa saw where his gaze landed and smirked. Slowly she pulled the toy from her dripping folds and brought it up to his lips. His breath hitched as she took the glass phallus into her mouth with a lewd moan, licking the glass clean of her own juices. Within moments, his cock began to reharden within Luna’s mouth, forcing the blonde to pull free less he suffocate her with his meat.

“I think he’s ready for you to ride him my dear.” Narcissa murmured into the younger girls ear. 

Luna moved like a flash, planting her legs on either side of him and lining his cock up with her slit before he could even realize what was happening. As the excitable girl slammed herself down, fully sheathing his straining cock inside her, she let out a near silent, shuddering groan of contentment.

Harry’s hands came up to her waist almost instantly. He grunted as the sheer tightness of her walls threatened to overwhelm him. Her hot wet cunt molded to his cock near perfectly, and it took everything in him not to spill right then and there.

Luna began to move her hips, slow and steady at first, before the first moan of pleasure was torn from her lips and she began to rock back and forth at an almost crazed pace. Harry could feel the bunny tail buttplug brush against his sack with every jerk of the girl’s hips. An odd feeling to be sure, but one that served to remind him of the truly erotic situation.

The other two women in the room didn’t remain idle. They moved as one, Narcissa coming to sit behind Luna and cup the younger girl’s small tits, while the other leaned in to capture the girl’s lips in a searing kiss. Luna moaned pitifully against Daphne’s lips. Their tongue’s sought each other out, warring playfully with each other as they fought for dominance. Daphne won out easy enough. Narcissa’s hands pinching roughly at the petite blonde’s nipples gave her exactly the opening she needed to press the kiss deeper and had the smaller girl whimpering against her lips.

Harry’s end was approaching fast, faster than his last climax to be certain. But he wouldn’t allow himself to come undone just yet. Slipping his hand between the blonde’s jerking legs, Harry found that oh so sensitive nub he was searching for in the slickness of her folds. Smirking to himself, he gave the petite witch’s clit a generous flick. The response was even better than he hoped.

Luna yanked her face away from Daphne’s lips with a look of almost euphoric agony. With a wail loud enough to shatter glass, Luna came atop his cock. Her tight walls fluttered around him and her pussy gushed with her juices. The blonde sobbed in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her body relentlessly, and it did so not a moment too soon.

As soon as her inner walls clamped around him, Harry fell over the edge and erupted. He moaned as his cock pulsed over and over again, seeding the young Ravenclaw’s pussy with his molten hot cum.

Their orgasms eventually died off together, and soon enough Luna leaned back and slowly pulled herself off his cock. She giggled when she saw the rivers of cum leaking from her folds and she dipped a finger down to scoop some up.

“So when do I get be impregnated Harry? Does Mistress Narcissa have first dibs or is there a list of some sort?” The blonde asked innocently as she popped the cum covered finger in her mouth.

Harry looked to Narcissa for help, but it seemed the older woman was just as lost as he was…

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Astoria paced back and forth in much the same manner her sister had only a few days prior. However, her pacing seemed far more impatient than distressed.

She was still fearful, that was easy enough to see. Astoria was still scared it was all a lie, or perhaps simply too good to be true. Yet a far larger part of her couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with relief. Her curse, the very same one that killed her mother and grandmother before her, would be no more. No longer would a daughter of the Greengrass family ever be plagued by this malediction ever again, and it was all thanks to Harry…

If you had asked Astoria a year ago if she’d ever be glad to have met Harry Potter she’d have promptly laughed in your face before more than likely cursing you for speaking such drivel. And yet now, as she paced the floor of his kitchen while wearing the collar of servitude around her neck, Astoria couldn’t help but thank every deity she knew that she’d caught him fucking Narcissa Malfoy in her garden. 

The door to the kitchen creaked open and she turned to see the very object of her thoughts poke his head in.

“We’re ready for you Stori.” Harry said simply.

Astoria took a calming breath and nodded. He sent her a small smile of reassurance and opened the door wide for her. The walk down the hall felt endless and yet all too short at the same time. Entering the sitting room, they were greeted by a truly unexpected sight.

Everyone was present. Her sister and Narcissa sat on the large leather sofa, with a seat open in the middle. They both smiled as she entered and Daphne patted the open seat between them invitingly. Bellatrix leaned against the bookshelf in the far corner, idly browsing the old tomes in boredom. Luna, Pansy, and Isabella stood on the edges of the room. Luna looked simply happy to be there while Pansy and Isabella were far more reserved, Pansy out of habit, while Isabella was simply a miserable bitch.

The others in the room caught her eye as she sat. An older woman with hair more grey than brown sat opposite the sofa looking as if she were sucking on a lemon. The sour look on her face only intensified as Harry walked in behind her, though she wisely said nothing. 

Beside the old bint stood a familiar ratty faced man. Theordore Nott had grown since Hogwarts, but not in a good way. Whereas before he could at least have been called somewhat handsome, now he was just as greasy and repulsive as Professor Snape had been. He glared at her with eyes filled with loathing, yet worse was the way he looked at Daphne. He stared at her sister with a undisguised look of both fury and lust. No doubt he still foolishly thought her sister belonged to him.

“Lets get this over with.” Harry spoke loudly, and Astoria watched as Theodore’s eyes flicked up and burned with more fury than she thought possible. “Nott dispel the curse and then remove yourself from my home.”

The rat faced creep opened his mouth once to say something before abandoning that thought and grumbling a curse under his breath. He walked forward stiffly, as if a broomstick had been lodged up his arse during a quidditch accident, before coming to kneel in front of her. Just being near the man made Astoria want to gag, but she forced herself to stay silent as he bowed his greasy head and began to speak.

“I Theodore Thaddeus Nott hereby swear the feud between our families over. The battle of blood has ended and House Nott swears defeat at the hands of House Greengrass.  So mote it be.”

There was no flash of light or chime of a bell to signal the curse being lifted, and many in the room looked around fearful that it hadn’t worked. Astoria didn’t however.

Instead, tears welled in her eyes and a sob broke from her lips as she felt a weight she hadn’t known was there seemingly dissipate from her shoulders. Another sob wracked her form as the realization that she was truly free sank in.

She was dimly aware of Daphne rubbing her back soothingly from beside her, while Narcissa stood and ordered the Nott’s gone from their home. A hand suddenly settled on her shoulder, and Astoria looked up to see who it was.

Harry looked down at her with equal signs hope and worry. She whimpered and threw herself into his arms, wrapping herself around his neck in the tightest hug she could manage.

“Thank you.” She whispered with a sniffle. “I- Fuck! Just- thank you!”

Harry chuckled and pulled her flush against him. “There’s nothing to thank me for, Stori. You deserve a happy life and I wanted to give that to you… even if you were a bit of a bitch the first few weeks…”

She laughed into his neck and fought to calm the sobs wracking her chest. It would be alright, it would all be alright now.

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“Those- Those cheap fucking harlots! Gyah! Who do they think they are?! Turning down a pureblood like me for some filthy upstart half-blood! And why?! Because he got lucky?! Mark my words mother, I'll see Potter receives what he deserves and soon enough it’ll be me who owns the fealty of this country!”

Eloise sighed and shrugged off her coat. Not even five minutes home from their humiliation and her son had already started his tantrum. As Theorodre ranted, she made her way into the family parlor seeking a stiff drink. Soon she was sipping on her favorite brand of brandy while her son continued his tantrum behind her.

“-The Greeengrass whores, Parkinson, even the blood traitor Lovegood slut! I’ll have em all on their knees before me! And Potter will watch as I use them all! He’ll watch as I force them to suck a proper lords cock and-”

Eloise tuned the rather disgusting words out as her son descended into an even bigger tantrum than before. It wasn’t that she didn’t wish for Potter to be brought low herself, but she wasn’t enough of a fool to believe her or her son would be the ones to do it.

No, the Nott family were far too weak for that, both magically and politically. If they were to ever see Potter dealt with, it would need help from somewhere else. But where?

Potter practically owned all of Britain now. France too if his friendship with the Delacour daughter’s were taken into account. Their father was the new Supreme Mugwump of the ICW after all.

They’d need to go further, but where? Where could one POSSIBLY find a wizard powerful enough to face Harry fucking Potter-

She paused, her drink held aloft halfway to her lips before a smirk broke out across her face.

It was a risk. A very big risk to be certain, but one that might just work. He had been forgotten after all, forgotten and left to rot away in Germany while the rest of the world lived on. No doubt he’d be thankful to any who freed him, perhaps even eager to help their cause as well. Afterall, Potter was Dumbledore’s protege, and if the stories were true, there was nobody in the world who hated Albus Dumbledore more than Gellert Grindelwald.

Oh yes, she purred in her mind, this just might work.

Now she only needed to figure out how to do such a thing, but well… what did the details really matter?
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Author’s Note

Little late on this one, been a hectic few days. Hopefully things have calmed enough to return to a relatively normal posting schedule though lol!

Thanks for reading!