In the middle of the fief, three figures emerged out of nowhere.
Narcissa opened her eyes, stunned by the sheer expanse of the landscape stretching before her. We hadn't used Apparition, and this environment completely defied the known laws of the wizarding world. In the distance, the architecture, the sky, and the horizon made it abundantly clear that they were neither in London nor in any corner she could recognize.
"Come on, you're going to lose your mind when you see our industrial complex," Andromeda exclaimed, linking her arm with her sister's and dragging her along with almost juvenile enthusiasm. "With our backing, we'll make the Malfoy businesses crush the market... We'll turn all our competitors into our bitches!"
Anyone who didn't know their ages would have sworn they were two teenagers enjoying a stroll.
Soon, Narcissa fully grasped just how terrifying this boy—who held the exact same age as her son—truly was, the gravity of the ruin awaiting their rivals, and the colossal scale of power to which she had just tied herself. Any lingering doubt evaporated. Even though her body had been violated, she was receiving an inordinate compensation in return. Suddenly, the candle her sister had forced her to keep lodged in her rectum—whose friction delivered a painful sting with every step—didn't seem so unbearable anymore. She could almost ignore the burning sensation.
She walked alongside me with a hesitant stride, hindered by the lingering effects of Andromeda's perverse fixations. Nonetheless, a restrained bashfulness showed on her face as she clung to my left arm, while Andy held onto my right. Despite her maturity and status, guided by her sister and dazzled by the scale of this new world, Narcissa ultimately adopted a submissive and clingy demeanor.
"And you haven't even seen the goddess we have here yet," Andromeda added glibly. "I doubt you fully grasp what it means to deal with a divinity, but I'll explain it as we go. If she isn't too annoyed by our presence, I'll introduce you... Though I should warn you that humans aren't exactly her favorite creatures... other than Red, that is."
Narcissa simply nodded in silence, trying to summon the ease of her youth to go along with this dynamic—one that, while deeply embarrassing, she found strangely pleasurable and useful for earning points with me.
"Red!" a voice echoed up ahead.
The three of us stopped in our tracks. Out of pure instinct and surprise, Narcissa yanked her hands away from my arm as if she had been caught committing a grave offense.
"Tonks!" I greeted her with a smile as I saw her approaching, our son resting on her shoulder.
"Narcissa?!" the pink-haired young woman gasped, coming to a dead halt. Her surprise was not due to the presence of another woman by my side, but rather the identity of the newcomer.
"Aunt Narcissa," Andromeda corrected her, standing tall with a radiant smile. "She is a valuable ally now, and any past grudges are officially settled. Come, greet your aunt. Family gatherings are going to get much more entertaining from here on out. Come on, there's so much to talk about..."
Tonks blinked in confusion, but it didn't take her long to process the scene. She was well aware of her mother's estrangement from the Black clan, as well as the recent downfall of Lucius, in which she had played a part. Given the circumstances, she realized Andromeda was seeking to rebuild what remained of her family ties—something she wouldn't oppose as long as it made her mother happy.
With a warm smile and a much more mature, settled demeanor than in the past, the girl stepped forward to give her aunt a fond welcome. Narcissa reciprocated stiffly; their shared history was complex, but aware that Tonks was part of the inner circle upon which she now depended, she made an effort to break the ice.
However, a second later, Tonks's expression shifted drastically. She furrowed her brow, reached out, grabbed my ear firmly, and yanked without mercy.
"Did you fuck my aunt?!" she scolded begrudgingly, her face flushed with annoyance.
Andromeda let out an amused giggle, Narcissa turned beet red and froze, and I... I could only stifle a wince of pain.
"Ow! Tonks, let go, please!" I protested, but she tightened her grip.
"Can't you leave a single one alone?!" she vented, letting out her frustration without real anger. "What's next? Are you going to fuck our dead ancestors too? Our descendants? I should just cut your dick off once and for all!"
*Gulp... gulp...*
"Don't you defend him! Your father misbehaved and he has to pay," she snapped at the little creature sitting on her shoulder.
Without releasing my ear, Tonks dragged me a few yards away, berating me over the situation while arguing simultaneously with me and our son.
Andromeda and Narcissa remained where they were, watching the scene and the peculiar physiology of the creature on the young woman's shoulder.
"Ah... That's Ditto, the son Tonks and Red had," Andy explained, linking arms with her sister once more. "Don't be alarmed; if you get pregnant, you won't have a child like that unless you specifically ask him for it. Speaking of offspring, we should start planning a little brother or sister for Draco over some ice cream... And don't even worry about your figure: Red takes care of rejuvenating our bodies, leaving us with the metabolism of fifteen-year-old girls."
Andromeda began dragging her sister toward the fiefdom's commercial district as she continued her perverse monologue:
"Ooh, how about the two of us rejuvenate ourselves back to our Hogwarts days and put on those tight little short skirts the sluttiest girls wear? I'm sure it won't take Red even two minutes to fill our pussies with cum and leave us both knocked up this very year."
With her face burning in a fierce blush, Narcissa could only let herself be dragged along by her sister's momentum, internally torn between surrendering to the brazenness or trying to maintain control in the face of the dark, uninhibited future opening up before her.
...
The fief formally welcomed its newest member. Narcissa quickly grasped the incalculable advantages of this realm, and shortly after she and her sister stopped to eat something, the business talk commenced. Although the internal pressure she still carried in her body made her uncomfortable, the prospect of an absolute, prosperous future was infinitely more seductive.
The two began plotting to coordinate the political maneuvers they would execute. Andromeda was already aware of many of my objectives and had made headway on her end: publicly recognized as Lady Black, she had been renewing contacts with prominent families and various factions. Now, Narcissa was integrating fully into that intricate web of conspiracies.
"We need to secure control of the Wizengamot," Andromeda stated while enjoying an ice cream at the fiefdom's establishment, served by an NPC. "We will use the resources here to boost our enterprises. My daughter will get the Dragons of Albion to publicly announce our cooperation, and we'll have Andra leak certain key information through her girls."
"There are several families seeking to displace the Malfoys now that Lucius is dead. Do we have the personnel to intimidate them?" Narcissa inquired, also taking a bite from her cup. "If we want to preserve our influence intact, it is crucial to project that my husband's absence has not diminished our power."
"We'll do far more than that," Andy chimed in, pointing at her with her spoon. "We will make it seem as though Lucius was never the true head of the family, but rather a dead weight holding back our true potential. Now that you've assumed command, you will show yourself to be ambitious, ruthless, and painfully efficient. The wizarding world will discover that Narcissa Malfoy was a sleeping dragon, restrained by her late husband, but now, free of ties, is a terrifying figure capable of taking House Malfoy to unprecedented heights."
"I have no objection whatsoever..." Narcissa smiled bitterly, remembering certain members of society who had always treated her as a decorative ornament subject to her husband's will. She had old scores to settle, and with this backing behind her, even within her arose a childish yearning for vengeance.
"But we must hurry. By next year, we must have absolute control over the situation. I know the window is tight, but Red handles some deeply interesting plans... I'll detail them to you as soon as we have time."
Both ended up laughing as they sealed the main terms, clinking their ice cream cups in a toast.
"You'll also have to ask Red to rejuvenate me like he did you... Every inch of my body still aches, and I am not at an age to endure such savage treatment regularly. Though the experience was intense, I wouldn't want to end up dead in bed," Narcissa complained.
She doubted her own capacity to withstand such chaotic sessions on a regular basis. Fortunately, based on what she had observed, she knew I possessed multiple women, so the time between encounters would give her room to breathe. Yet deep down, she felt a spark of addiction for that unbridled pleasure beginning to take root.
Even if I didn't seek her out immediately for her body, she craved the youthful radiance her sister displayed. Though Narcissa was the younger one, side by side she looked more like Andromeda's mother due to her age, both in appearance and demeanor.
"Don't worry, all you have to do is ask him directly. He won't refuse you... Though I doubt you'll manage to be as young as me... up here," Andy teased, tapping her temple. "I suffered a minor 'accident' in bed with Red that left me... let's say with the vibe of a rebellious teenager. That's why I've become so shameless and insatiable," she added with a laugh as she recalled the event.
"Well... I can live perfectly fine without turning into a maniac, settling solely for the youthful appearance..." Narcissa commented, laughing more naturally now. Bit by bit, the camaraderie of their childhood was resurfacing between them, burying years of estrangement.
"Cissy! How dare you call me that?" Andy said with dramatic flair. "And you say that while walking around with foreign objects lodged in your openings like any common whore."
"That is only because you haven't let me take it out!" Narcissa exclaimed, genuinely indignant. "Seriously... let me remove the candle."
"Nope," Andromeda replied in a mocking, teasing tone. "I love watching you squirm in your chair... Consider it my revenge for singeing my hair that time I refused to lend you the magical astrolabe Father gave me."
"We were children!" Narcissa complained, wishing she could cast a hex on her. However, she had already understood that Andromeda, supported by the fiefdom's resources, possessed a level of power superior to her own. That exasperated her, but it also fueled her ambition: she too would gain access to those resources. The desire for power was inherent to her blood, and with it, she could measure up to her sister. She even began scheming how to earn my favor to compete within the circle; she wasn't planning a betrayal, but intrigues and "harem drama" were terrain Narcissa knew how to navigate.
"Alright, fine... I could help you extract it if you insist... But we should find a suitable replacement, don't you think? We could go look for some matching toys. There's a specialized shop nearby... Maybe we could even test a few right there. I wonder which lingerie will accentuate your assets best, and which one I'll enjoy tearing off you with my teeth more," Andy said, biting her lower lip with a suggestive look.
"But Red isn't here with us..." Narcissa whispered, shuddering at her sister's fixation.
"And why does that matter?" Andy smiled effortlessly.
"Why would you want to do something like that if he isn't present...?" she asked, but her sister's gaze gave her the answer immediately. Narcissa felt a jolt of panic as she realized Andromeda wasn't acting this way just to please me... but out of pure personal vice.
"I told you, Cissy... Red infected me with many things, among them his boundless libido and a total loss of limits... Plus, I've developed certain fetishes ever since I subbed Aunt Walburga: a taste for disciplining the family. Besides, I know he'll be thrilled at the idea of seeing these two sisters seeking comfort in each other... And if he's happy," she licked her lips, "we'll be very happy."
Narcissa understood that her existence would know no peace even in my absence, and she let out a long sigh. To herself, she kept repeating that the benefits outweighed any humiliation, though she couldn't help shuddering at what was to come.
Andromeda took her sister by the arm, and they continued their tour. Narcissa was finally freed from the torment of the candle in her rectum, though not before enduring an intense learning session on fisting at the hands of her sister, who spared no healing spells afterward to leave her functional. However, her anus was not left unoccupied: they purchased three matching anal plugs, putting two of them to use right away.
Thus, both ladies of the aristocracy left the fiefdom to launch their political maneuvers. No one in the wizarding world would ever suspect that beneath the impeccable elegance of their robes, two small, perverse toys kept their openings dilated with every step they took.