The drawing room was plunged into a dense, absolute silence. Narcissa barely processed the revelation, on the verge of letting out a hysterical laugh at the surreal nature of the scene. Feeling dizzy, she had to summon all her self-control to compose herself and try to decipher whether this was a joke or an improbable reality.
"Red... Weasley... Arthur's son?" she managed to formulate, her voice trembling slightly.
"The very same... Though I don't usually involve my family's name in my personal affairs. They have no connection whatsoever to the activities I conduct," I replied with absolute tranquility.
"So... that's what it was..." Narcissa muttered, lowering her gaze as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together in her memory.
She remembered the boy she had run into at the Ministry, who had accused her husband, who had made a deal with him. At the time, she had judged him as a shrewd young man with aspirations of social climbing, an extremely promising Slytherin. But the reality before her eyes was drastically different: her sister, a mature woman and the legitimate leader of her house, acted like a devoted and accommodating consort. The boy was no ambitious student; he was a mastermind operating from the shadows. If barely half of the titles listed by Andromeda were real, the magical community was harboring the meteoric rise of a dark lord about whom nobody knew a thing.
"Scared, Cissy?" Andromeda teased, letting out a giggle. "Don't worry, he still has his pants on."
"The Philosophers' Stone business... was it always a trap?" Narcissa asked, ignoring her sister's comment and seeking to confirm her suspicions.
"Only to the extent that it allowed Lucius to believe he had a chance of winning. As for the stone itself, I have access to the Philosophers' Stone in whatever quantities I require; I could even create one if I set my mind to it," I answered as I settled into one of the armchairs.
Andromeda immediately sat on the armrest with a provocative smile, allowing me to wrap my arm around her waist. The revelation did nothing but confirm the absolute powerlessness of her late husband: Lucius had never stood a real chance; he had merely been a pawn on an infinitely larger board. What truly terrified Narcissa at this point was knowing too much. Understanding the magnitude of the network surrounding me meant, almost with certainty, that her chances of leaving this residence were nonexistent.
"What... what are you planning to do with me?" she eventually inquired, resigned, finding bitter comfort in knowing that at least Draco was out of the country.
"Nothing at all," I replied calmly. "Lucius was a means to an end, but you are my woman's sister. I have no intention of harming you."
"Do you really think so poorly of us? I assured you that you wouldn't suffer any harm, Cissy... You don't trust your older sister anymore," Andromeda added, feigning indignation.
"I find it difficult to believe..." Narcissa admitted with a bitter grimace, observing the age disparity between the two. "Especially after witnessing Walburga's punishment. If memory serves, I didn't support your marriage to Ted back then either."
"True, but you're my sister, and we shared a childhood together. Our stances differed for a time; that was all," Andromeda countered, tilting her head.
"Indeed, you are family," I chimed in with a neutral tone. "And while I won't allow you to go around divulging what you've witnessed here, I have no plans to hold you captive either... unless you force me to."
"Come on, Cissy. I sincerely wish to rebuild our bond; very few members of Black blood remain," Andromeda expressed with a touch of nostalgia. "There are no longer barriers between us, and I assure you that your position won't decline after Lucius's departure. I've used my influence to stand up to the loan sharks who intended to take advantage of the Malfoy family's situation. Let's be the sisters we used to be. Join us and let's prove that no one challenges the Black sisters with impunity," she concluded, extending her hand.
Narcissa looked back and forth between her sister and me. My posture remained indifferent, which made sense considering half of the Malfoy estate had passed into my hands following the events at the Ministry. Bowing to the new reality was the only way to preserve what little she had left.
After closing her eyes for a moment to process her fate, Narcissa stood up and took her sister's hand.
"Black sisters..." Cissy whispered.
"Black sisters," Andy reaffirmed.
The gesture sealed a tacit pact. I stood up and cleared space for both of them to embrace. Perhaps there were still some tensions, but both women knew that, whether they wanted to or not, out of self-interest or simply due to their positions as the heads of the Malfoy and Black houses, they would be very close from now on.
"Don't worry, Cissy. No one will dare stand in our way; we have the backing of an unstoppable force," Andromeda assured her, pointing a thumb back at me.
"I hope so..." Narcissa sighed.
"Harbor no doubts. Not even Albus Dumbledore dares to cross him," Andy added ironically. "He's carrying out his errands because he revived his sister, who died over half a century ago."
"To be clear, I haven't completed the resurrection process yet. Now that I have the Resurrection Stone, I will do so shortly, before the old man loses his patience," I specified from my spot, adjusting the details.
The assertions fell upon Narcissa's mind with the weight of a unhinged fantasy, but the coldness and precision with which they were spoken, alongside the prior events, only confirmed one thing: she had just stepped into a rabbit hole whose bottom was inhabited by a fearsome entity.
"By the way, you can hold off on the grand reunion party until everyone is together," I interjected casually from the side. "I plan to free Bellatrix soon."
"Really?!" Andromeda gasped, her eyes widening.
"Bella?" Narcissa choked out a gasp of disbelief.
I simply nodded. Although both were aware of their sister's complex situation and ideals, they chose not to question my methods. The prospect of all three sisters reuniting sparked a strange mix of nostalgia and anticipation within them.
Narcissa pondered in silence for a few seconds. She fixed her gaze on me, evaluating the figure of a boy who, holding the same age as her own son, wielded immeasurable power, wealth, and authority. Making a resolute decision, she strode forward until she stopped just inches from me. Ignoring her sister's presence, she knelt on the carpet and, with hands that betrayed a subtle tremor but were balled into sheer determination, began lowering my trousers.
"Why, Cissy! My, my... what a slut you turned out to be," Andromeda mocked, surprised but making no move to oppose the scene. "Since when have you been so needy without me knowing?"
"I had planned this ever since Lucius lost," Narcissa declared with a icy gaze as she freed my cock. "I remember the terms of the pact at the Ministry... You had already planned to make me your property from the beginning, didn't you?" she inquired, contemplating the manhood she held between her fingers.
"I won't deny the thought crossed my mind," I nodded calmly as Andromeda smirked slyly at my confession.
"I didn't say anything at the time because Lucius was convinced he would win... But based on how you drafted the clauses, you have absolute control over my will," she whispered before leaning down, taking the head of my dick into her mouth, and beginning to lick it with a mix of contained disgust and blind resignation. She had researched me, and after spending a long time thinking about it and accepting it, this was the best way she had to get what she wanted.
"I won't deny that I contemplated exploiting that advantage," I commented, placing a hand on her blonde hair to set the pace. "The plan was to visit you at your manor, impose increasingly humiliating demands on you if you tried to resist, until I had you just as you are now..."
Narcissa paused for a moment, pulling her lips away to catch her breath, choking slightly on the salty taste before looking up.
"I accept the humiliation... I accept submitting to any demand... but I demand absolute safety for Draco," she requested firmly, offering her dignity in exchange for her son's life.
At that moment, Andromeda nudged her slightly to the side and knelt next to her in front of me.
"I already told you, Cissy: Red couldn't care less about your son as long as he isn't stupid enough to provoke him. Your idea of sending him abroad was exaggerated, but smart," Andy said before taking hold of my shaft alongside her sister's hands, taking it directly to the back of her throat with a perverse and brazen devotion.
"Androm..." Narcissa tried to protest, but her older sister reached out, grabbed her firmly by the nape of her neck, and slammed her against my penis, forcing her to swallow alongside her.
Thus, the two sisters began competing for space, engaging in a deep, synchronized blowjob. While Andromeda mastered the deep-throat technique effortlessly, Narcissa, lacking such experience, choked as she tried to keep up. Noticing my arousal, Andromeda pressed her sister against me so that both could accommodate half of the shaft simultaneously, causing their lips to touch in continuous friction.
Narcissa was stunned. She had anticipated that Andromeda would fly into a rage or, at best, maintain a diplomatic tolerance to avoid harming the house's business—a tacit acceptance. She had calculated that this display of submission would serve to buy the young man's favor. She never anticipated that her own sister would participate with such a level of perversion and wild abandon.
The scene was an atrocity: two high-society sisters of the Sacred Twenty-Eight wildly kissing with a Weasley's penis stuffed deep down their throats.
Andromeda was being far too "vicious"; they were practically sharing an indirect kiss as they tasted each other's saliva on the young man's penis... even their lips had touched in the middle of this perverse act. Narcissa felt a sort of surrender, thinking that perhaps Andromeda was just like her: a woman who did what was necessary, where in the end, the ends justified the means. She could already picture the two of them taking turns to please this demon for the benefits he could grant them... imagining herself walking out of the room with indifference to her acts... but then...
Narcissa's remaining sanity shattered into pieces; the idea of a logical future order crumbled entirely when Andromeda pulled her mouth away from my dick, grabbed her sister by the face, and planted a passionate kiss on her. She forced her tongue deep down her throat, swallowing the trail of drool and the taste of my penis covering their mouths in a wet, incestuous kiss, before pulling back, leaving a string of saliva bridging their lips.
"If this demon managed to get me to end up fucking my own daughter, did you really think you were going to get off scot-free, little sister?" Andromeda whispered with a unhinged, predatory look. "I'll tell you the details later, but this boy turned me into a slut as perverted as he is. So get used to it."
Without giving her a break, Andy pushed Narcissa's head back against my manhood.
The Malfoy widow's mental framework was blown to pieces. Her sister had completely lost any shred of morality. Realizing her fate would not be much different from Walburga's punishment—only disguised as perverse pleasure and debauchery—Narcissa clenched her fists, abandoned what little dignity she had left, and surrendered to the rhythm.
For several minutes, the room was filled with the guttural sounds of both women sucking, licking my testicles, and swallowing the shaft without rest, until I dug my fingers into their hair and pinned them against the tip of my penis, signaling the end.
I gave in to a violent orgasm, ejaculating thick streams of semen directly onto their tongues and faces. The discharge was massive and messy; white esperm coated Narcissa's cheeks, trickled down Andromeda's chin, and splattered across both of their lips in a picture of absolute profanation.
Holding Narcissa by the nape of her neck, Andromeda pulled her close once more and planted a wet, ravenous kiss on her, sharing the warm cum they still held in their mouths. They kissed until they were almost breathless, mixing the semen in a joint swallow before breaking apart.
"Haah... Haah... We've never been this close, Cissy..." Andy teased in a husky voice, running her tongue over her sister's cheek to clean off a bit of the fresh semen and swallow it. "Consider this compensation for the lost years."
Narcissa shuddered from head to toe. With dilated pupils and a mouth coated with the esperm of her husband's killer and her sister's saliva, she had no choice but to mirror the gesture, licking a drop of semen off Andromeda's lip and accepting that her former morality, her family name, and her decency were destroyed forever.