The night was still young, and the debauchery was only just beginning in this perverse family reunion. Without giving her room to process the situation, Andromeda dragged her sister toward the master bedroom, and within seconds, the three of us ended up on the massive bed.
Narcissa, abruptly stripped of her robes and undergarments, was left completely naked. Her sister devoured her with rough kisses, pinning her against the mattress, suffocating her in a tide of aggressive caresses that buried any remaining trace of her former dignity. Even though she had prepared herself mentally to suffer, the violence overwhelmed her.
A few minutes later, Malfoy's widow was on all fours on the sheets, hips raised and being savagely pounded from behind. My penis was wrecking her vagina. The noble groans she tried to smother against the pillow eventually turned into gut-wrenching, animalistic shrieks as the tempo of the thrusts accelerated. Andromeda, pressed against my back, wrapped her arms around my torso and bit my neck, watching with bloodshot, lust-crazed eyes as I stretched her own sister's pussy open. For Andy, this was merely a warm-up.
Absolute chaos and depravity seized control of the bedroom.
Narcissa had always been a pristine, reserved lady; even in her intimacy with Lucius, she had never allowed herself the slightest hint of excessive vulgarity. Any fantasy or dark desire had been suppressed as beneath her status. But in this bed, decency did not exist. Unlike with the younger girls, I didn't show her the slightest consideration and used [Ecstasy]. The hit of magical pleasure was so brutal, instantaneous, and overwhelming that it nearly shattered her sanity in a single stroke.
"Come on, little sister! Show me what you're capable of!" Andromeda shrieked, viciously squeezing and twisting Narcissa's nipples, abusing her breasts while the blonde's body shuddered under the impacts.
My shaft began to ruin Narcissa's vagina, swelling and stretching the walls of her flesh. The heat in the room became unbearable, and vaginal fluid began to stream down her thighs. Feeling a boy the same age as her son take her like a piece of meat, impaling her with tremendous force, finally broke the matriarch's mind. A magic-enforced orgasm sent her collapsing; the interior of her pussy contracted in violent spasms, wringing me tight and pulling a scream of pure, agonizing pleasure from her throat.
Andromeda couldn't stand being a mere spectator any longer. While I held Narcissa by the arms to keep her bent over, Andy positioned herself directly beneath her sister, pressing their pussies together and grinding their clitorises in an unhinged lesbian rub while I fucked her without mercy. Their combined fluids mixed into a thick puddle between their thighs as their bodies slammed together violently.
"Don't give it all to her!" Andromeda complained, grabbing Narcissa by the hair to force her tongue deep down her throat once more in a spit-slicked kiss filled with spite.
My penis fulfilled its duty; soon I switched targets to the lower pussy.
I alternated between their openings without breaking rhythm, penetrating Andromeda until she was groaning uncontrollably, only to plunge back into Narcissa's scalding depth. The depravity was complete. The widow had never imagined she would end up treated like the cheapest whore in a brothel, much less before the eyes and active complicity of her own sister.
Shortly after, I flipped Narcissa onto her back, punishing her pussy with dry, heavy thrusts. Andromeda, her gaze entirely unhinged, climbed over her sister's face, spreading her lower lips open with her fingers.
"Swallow my pussy, bitch!" Andy ordered, sitting down hard onto Narcissa's face and grinding her clitoris against her mouth.
Narcissa, suffocated beneath her sister's weight and pubis, was forced to lick and swallow the sour, salty juices of her own flesh and blood. The blend of feminine fluids and the seminal discharge pooled on her skin invaded her throat. She felt her mind on the verge of shutting down completely while I kept drilling her from below, dragging her toward another destructive orgasm. With a passionate, wild kiss shared between Andromeda and me, we formed a perfect triangle of ecstasy.
Minutes later, I stood up and slammed Narcissa brutally against the wall. The impact of her bare back against the surface echoed through the room as I split her flesh with vertical thrusts. She wept and moaned out of her mind, while Andromeda watched the scene, fondling herself incessantly before leaping onto us to join the frenzy. The three of us kissed with unbridled passion, completely ignoring the poor widow's state of utter breakdown.
Time lost all meaning. Narcissa was exhausted, but her body was magically forced to accommodate every single thrust, subjected to an agony of pleasure that exceeded any boundary she had ever known. Clinging to the bed frame, she stared blankly as Andromeda greedily ate out her pussy while I fucked her from behind in a carnal maelstrom.
We turned into absolute beasts. The arousal transformed Andromeda into a violent creature: she took my penis in her hands and guided it toward Narcissa's anus, forcing her sister to surrender her ass's virginity amidst tears and pleas, while biting her shoulders and chest until drawing blood. She licked the tears from her cheeks while holding her buttocks spread wide with her hands.
I surrendered to the frenzy as well. Having both Black sisters submitted to my mercy unleashed my wildest nature: my claws scratched across their bodies, leaving red trails as my penis swelled inside their cavities, stretching their sphincters and pussies to the verge of tearing. In Narcissa's mouth, nothing remained but the unholy taste of spit, sweat, and semen from all three of us. Andromeda, resolved not to leave a single inch untouched, began grabbing objects around the room to shove into her anus and vagina whenever I switched openings.
Narcissa was now a broken doll who couldn't stop groaning. Her pussy was outraged, her anus lubricated with spit and constantly violated by her sister's fingers, her breasts bruised with bite marks. All her nobility had been stripped down to that of a complete whore. And the most perverse part of all was that she couldn't stop enjoying it: the power of [Ecstasy] was destroying her from within, rewiring her senses.
In the end, the widow stopped fighting. If something came near her face, she sucked it immediately; if something entered her, her hips responded on pure instinct. She no longer cared that I was Lucius's killer, nor that Andromeda was her sister, nor that they were committing the most atrocious incestuous acts in the history of their bloodline. Narcissa Malfoy had been swallowed by the abyss, completely surrendered to the impure pleasure of her body's total desecration.
...
The following day, morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room. Our bodies lay scattered across a destroyed bed in a room that looked like it had been hit by a hurricane.
The sheets were ruined; stains of blood, fluids, and sweat coated the skin of both women. Narcissa lay on her side, staring blankly with dilated pupils, locked in a state of waking unconsciousness. It was only my power that forced her mind back from that trance.
Everything hurt with a fierce intensity: the sting of the lacerations, the marks on her skin, and the physical and mental trauma. Yet despite the torment, a persistent, feverish tingle traveled from her vagina deep into her lower abdomen—an electrical pulse that felt like the lingering echo of an endless, permanent orgasm. She cried silently, crushed by a perverse mix of suffering, humiliation, and an impure happiness at having been broken into this state. She was completely broken and confused.
She tried to lift her upper body, but her weakness, the lingering pleasure, and the pain in her raw muscles prevented it. Surrendering, she sank back down uncomfortably. She slid a trembling hand down her thigh to her crotch, reaching her anus, where she felt the constant pressure of an intrusion. The candle Andromeda had inserted the previous night was still lodged inside her; it had snapped inside her cavity, and the broken wax was causing unbearable discomfort. She tried to extract it millimeter by millimeter, feeling every stretch serve as a stark reminder of her ass's violation.
Yet as soon as she managed to pull out barely a centimeter, another hand intervened from behind. Two fingers, lacking any hint of gentleness, shoved the object right back in, forcing her sphincter to swallow it whole and seat it inside her rectum.
"Ah, ah, ah... No way, sister. That stays inside," Andromeda's exhausted yet insatiably satisfied voice rasped into her ear.
"Andy... no... please..." Narcissa pleaded with the cracked voice of a little girl, feeling the uncomfortable pressure in her guts.
Andromeda ignored the plea; she simply held the nape of her neck and planted a deep, wet kiss on her. Narcissa, her body shattered by the previous night's depravity, instinctively returned the kiss, licking her sister's saliva.
Minutes later, the three of us got up. I used my magic to heal their injuries, though at Andromeda's explicit request, I only restored enough for them to be able to stand. The soreness and sting had to remain. Andy proved to be an unhinged pervert, much like Lavender, though she actually understood where the boundaries lay.
Narcissa sobbed purely out of instinct while her sister helped her get dressed. The semen pooled in her vagina and anus remained inside, slowly trickling out; the candle remained lodged in her rectum, and the healed cuts still stung at the slightest friction. The fabric of her dress caused sharp discomfort against her sensitive skin, and Andromeda didn't miss the opportunity to dig her fingers into her pussy a couple more times before finishing adjusting her clothes. To top it off, she forced her to put on her own damp lingerie: an extremely tight thong that bit into her already battered buttocks and groin.
Walking down the grand staircase of the ancestral house was pure torture. Every step sent a wave of pain and stimulation throughout her entire body, but she had no choice but to keep moving.
At this point, Narcissa viewed herself as an inanimate object, a simple pleasure doll. However, the moment they stepped out of the bedroom, Andromeda—while keeping up her crude remarks and occasional hands-on touching—shifted her attitude to act like an attentive older sister, comforting her and showing genuine affection. Had she not witnessed the monstrous depravity Andy was capable of during the night, Narcissa would have sworn she was a charming, protective woman.
We sat down in the dining room for breakfast while I helped piece together Narcissa's shattered composure, guiding her to assemble herself as a functioning adult rather than a human wreck after the most violent night of passion in her life.
"I warned you, Cissy... Your married life was a joke until yesterday," Andromeda teased as she poured the tea.
Narcissa didn't utter a word; she merely shuddered, her eyes fixed on her plate. She had to admit her sister was right: if what transpired in that bed was real sex, everything she had experienced with Lucius was nothing more than child's play devoid of any intensity.
"Relax... you'll get used to it," Andy continued, taking her sister's hand across the table. "I was a bit intense last night because of the occasion, but we'll be gentler from now on. He knows how to be sweet, and the sex can be less aggressive. Though don't come telling me you didn't enjoy it... You moaned far too loud to play innocent, you slut in heat," she whispered in her ear.
A shiver ran down Narcissa's spine, and the itch between her legs intensified for a second.
Breakfast dragged on while the widow recovered, sustained by both my magic and Andromeda's constant attention. As the minutes passed, she regained a portion of her usual composure, though stripped of the arrogance she once held. She acted cautious, fearful that her body might be subjected to that pleasurable punishment again before fully healing.
Soon, the two sisters resumed their conversation.
"Relax, Cissy... You're part of the harem now. You're his woman... just another one of his meat holes," Andy dropped with an obscene gesture of her fingers. "Your future is more than secured."
"Don't call me that... I am not just a hole," Narcissa protested with a serious face, despite a deep blush coating her cheeks.
"Of course not... The great Narcissa Malfoy is much more than a high-born whore; she's also an aristocrat capable of delighting us with her charisma and her assets," her sister continued to mock.
As the morning progressed, Narcissa gradually accepted what had happened, framing it as an inevitable sacrifice for her survival. The confidence Andromeda sought to instill in her began to bear fruit: after the humiliation, she expected the compensation to match her complete surrender.
The conversation quickly shifted toward business and asset restructuring. Midst crude jokes and flirtatious exchanges, Narcissa began looking out for her interests. Even accepting that the nights of debauchery would inevitably repeat, she was determined to extract every possible benefit from her own downfall.