A night to remember 3
As the night grew darker all anyone brave or stupid enough to visit un invited could hear from within the main hall of Potter manor was the sound of fucking echoing through the that dim mansion that housed what remained of a once proud and noble family. Had Lily Potter been home and not vising her friend and coincidently mother of Fleur, Apolline Delacour, she would have felt great shame at the carnal sight tarnishing a rather beautifully ornate feast hall. She probably would have wondered where she had gone wrong raising her daughter, or blamed herself for being far too indulging, or even thanked Merlin that her husband hadn’t lived to see her family descend into madness… she would have realized all these horrible things, but most of all she would have noticed how absolutely out of character the sight would be.
Sure, Lily knew that Marian was jealous of Harry because he’d married Fleur but she knew that her girl had budding affection for a certain metamorph but she was on her way to forgetting about the silver-gold haired Veela. No, as bitter as the young witch was the twins had wadded through too much shit to betray each other so brutally. These few facts alone would have been enough to dispel that Marian was doing this from her own volition and would immediately assume that some sort of magic was involved.
She certainly would have thought of the imperius curse but would have quickly dismissed this as both her children had proven themselves abnormally resistant to the Unforgivable curse. It would have to be a potion and not just some run of the mill amortentia… this would be older and much more potent. Of those there were only three that could be produced by master potioneers to be able to sell.
The first was Aphrodite’s Kiss, a potion that made that enveloped the drinker with an allure that could rival any pureblodded Veela or Succubus, but it did not affect the user t the point in which they would savagely rut into anything with a pulse. She would have crossed that one out almost instantly had she been there to witness her daughter mounting the Weasley girl like a beast in heat. One hand balancing herself with the girl’s freckled shoulder while the other wrapped itself in her fiery red hair, all the while her long, red dick mashed against Ginny’s pussy like a battering ram.
The second was Pan’s Flute. There she could find the answer to the reason bend the aggression Marian was showing but not the why Tonk’s had joined in or why Fleur who had been so reluctant before was now enjoying it. Nymphadora sat against a wall lazily eyeing the exhausted form of Harry tied a nearby pillar with iron chains as his wife savagely rode her new cock. Both were covered in sweat but neither looked particularly tired despite the hours they’d spent at Marian’s mercy. In fact the longer they fucked the more energetic the Veela became.
Which left Ego Draconis. It was an Albanian potion made from the blood of seven different types of Dragons, all willfully given. It was supposed to inhibit the drinkers impulse control, boost stamina, and enhance their virility. It was designed to feed off lust and spread by fluid exchange. This would also explain Marian’s need to dominate and conquer overruling her morals and sending her and those around her into a lust filled haze of fucking and vengeance. The potion was simple to make once the materials were collected, which was a task within itself as only a few had access to such majestic beasts and fewer would have access to Marian’s cup once they made it.
Molly Weasley had both.
Lily would have been furious once she had connected the dots. The reason behind this act of betrayal would have been obvious had she not decided to spend Christmas in an isolated cabin, far from the troubles of Wizarding Britain, sipping red wine as her nude and well endowed lover wrapped a perfect porcelain arm around her waist and pulling the muggleborn closer against the hardening cock. Molly Weasley wanted Harry to catch Marian in bed with Fleur, this would have cause a rift that Ginny would fill quickly and before Lily could return with shocking news her family would have been completely torn apart.
Lily let out a soft whimper as the tip brushed against her lower lips and teased. Maybe things would have been different had Lily been there…
But Lily wasn’t in Potter Manor and Molly’s Plan hadn’t gone as expected… as a result something much darker had occurred.
XxX
Marian roared victoriously as she came inside of Ginny yet her erection did not wane. It stood red and pulsing as she withdrew it from Ginny’s cum filled tunnel. The younger witch let out an exhausted whine as she was discarded after hours of animalistic rutting, the fact that her arms had given way nearly an hour before had been a clear sign of a breaking point that was promptly ignored by the potion fueled orgy members. It was no surprise that the youngest Weasley promptly fell unconscious yet Marian couldn’t help but be dissappointed
She turned to look at Tonks and Fleur and saw that the metamorpmagus was exhausted while the Veela was cum covered and battered but looked energized. Fleur’s yes never left her broken husk of a husband as she bounced atop Tonks’ swollen cock. Her eyes were empty except for the ravenous lust that had taken hold of something deep inside of her and set it free.
Marian marched over to them and roughly pulled Fleur off the unconscious Auror. The Veela hissed in an animalistic way as she was deposited on her knees but the younger witch silenced her with a slap from her cum soaked cock. Fleur eagerly began lapping her sister in law’s throbbing penis and found that despite Ginny’s taste she rather enjoyed the experience. Marian stared at the lithe woman kneeling before her and smiled knowing that she had succumbed to her will as Ginny and Tonks had.
She allowed it to go on and on until she grew bored of the gentleness of it all. Her left hand creeped until it was firmly between the silvery blonde locks and Fleur was massaging her head before slamming into the Veela’s with on well timed thrust. The older witch looked up with shocked eyes but she found no sympathy in Marian’s green orbs, no, it actually spurred her into beginning of a loud and brutal throat fucking.
The dark haired witch would use her hands to push Fleur, until only the tip was nestled between her puffy, bruised lips, and them smash it all the way to the base. Marian as confident that she could handle it and at this point she really didn’t care if she couldn’t.
Harry watched as her, defeated, as his sister defiled his wife mouth. The mouth that had comforted him after the war with Voldemort, and had uttered a promise that would bind them for all time now held his sister’s cum covered cock. The fact that Fleur was leaking cum from two of the women closest to him was not lost but by this point Harry felt numb. He stared as his sister fucked his wife throat and noticed how Fleur seemed to come alive at the man handling she was experiencing compared to the gentle love making they shared. In bed he had treated her like a delicate flower and she had loved every second of being worshipped but there was something utterly primal in the way she reacted to Marian’s savage thrusts.
Marian came with a grunt, flooding Fleur’s mouth with her virile spunk and yet she was still not satisfied. She pushed her and she fell breathlessly onto her back. The younger Potter lifted Fleur legs until they were parallel with her head and then she turned giving the veela a view of her of her heart ass before it slowly descended onto her own. As it neared she spotted Marian angling her cock but before she could react the younger witch dropped forcing her to release a surprisingly loud moan.
She repeated the action until Fleur was nothing more than a cum covered mess in the eyes of her husband. Marian looked back knowing that Fleur had never been fucked this way. Harry had always been vanilla despite his promiscuity in Hogwarts it was she who was the more creative lover and most of the girls knew it. The Veela was staring at her husband in way that had her convinced that she couldn’t recognize the broken man staring back at her and that only served to spur her on.
Fleur reached for her ass, either to try to slow the thrust or spur them on she wasn’t sure but it was clear to both of them that they were close and that the coming orgasm was going to shape their world for the forseeable future. As their climax approached magic swirled and their thrust became more and more desperate until there was a flash and veela knew no more.
As the younger witch began to fade one last thought entered her head.
I win.
xXx
Marian awoke a few hours later on the floor with the mother of all hangovers. She moved to grasp her head but found herself weighted down on all sides. To her right was Ginny who hugged her arm like her life depended on it, to her left was Tonks who was using her right arm like a pillow, and on top of her was Fleur who impaled on Marian’s raging boner.
For some unexplained reason she felt connected with the Trio, that they were hers now and nothing would take that away.
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