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“Oh, Harriet! I almost forgot you were here! Standing on the bones of my father, I would introduce you, but word has it you are as famous as me these days!” Tom cackled as he approached the bound and immobile girl.
Harriet grunted, as she struggled to free herself, with Cedric dead and her wand out of reach she was completely vulnerable. But more so, was she caught completely off guard by how young her nemesis looked, he looked older than the memory she had seen in the diary, but even then, she found him attractive.
She cursed at her own thoughts betraying her. Tom Riddle stood there, freshly resurrected in a loose-fitting black robe, restored to the prime of his youth. His figure sculpted as finely and as darkly as the statues surrounding them in the graveyard.
“Ah yes, amazing what a few drops of your blood can do isn’t it my sweet?” Tom smiled and leaned in very close, his breath tickling the cheek of the girl who lived.
“Don’t you dare touch me” Harriet spat at him, her saliva splatting across his cheek.
Tom simply smiled and wiped the saliva from his cheek with a finger before licking it off. His eyes, almost serpent like, burned into Harriet’s soul as she grimaced.
“Gentlemen, leave us…my lady and I require a moment alone” he smiled, the death-eaters bowing in fear and scurrying off to let their Lord do what he wished.
“I must admit Harriet, I have missed you. To see you now, a woman grown, beautiful and spirited…it stirs something within me” Tom reached up towards her face and stroking a hand across her cheek.
“AGH!!” both Tom and Harriet let out a moan simultaneously now their flesh touched.
“Yes! Can you feel that my sweet? The connection!? You were practically made to be my equal…or rather, made to be mine” Tom gasped with a serpentine smile.
“What…what are you…MMMMPH!!!” Harriet found her lips and Tom’s joined as he lunged forward, connecting their lips and enhancing the bond between them.
Harriet’s mind was set alight, her thoughts scrambling as Tom took dominance over the insides of her mouth, his tongue savouring the taste of her saliva and wrestling her own tongue into submission. Harriet could feel her depth soak and tighten up, even as Tom’s hand came to stroke up her thigh and land on her breast.
Pulling back, Tom gazed into Harriet’s half lidded and lust filled eyes.
“Now…shall we begin, my pet?” Tom asked, with a wave of his wand, the statue released her.
Harriet should have darted straight for her wand, should have fought back, she would have in her right mind. But what she did next, sealed her fate and the fate of not just the wizarding world, but the world itself.
She leapt into Tom’s arms and kissed him.
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The Dark Lord opened his eyes, smiling from a very pleasant dream. Tom rose from his slumber, feeling the soft, smooth bodies of his concubines warming his large luxurious bed, large enough to fit 6 including Tom’s body.
It had been 3 years since his resurrection, and with the help of the Girl who lived, it didn’t take long to bring the wizarding world to its knees. The only person capable of returning him to the grave now firmly on his side. Bonding Harriet to him by blood was a perfect move, their souls were joined in ways that no one could have foreseen.
Least of all that old fool Dumbledore.
But those were matters of the past now, with the wizarding world under his rule, it wouldn’t be long until the entire world belonged to him.
“Mmmm, my lord” a voice stirred beside him.
Tom looked to his right side, to see the stirring body of one of his concubines. Draco Malfoy, the only daughter of Lucius Malfoy.
Draco was a vision of a Pureblood beauty, short golden blonde hair, pale and flawless skin, a tight, petite figure, and a sharp, pretty face. Tom had taken Draco as a concubine shortly as his victory over the Ministry of Magic, installing a minister of his own, but taking dominant power over the Wizarding world for himself.
“Draco, sleep well darling?” Tom smiled, reaching forward, and stroking a piece of short blonde hair out of the Malfoy girl’s eyes as she stirred.
“Very well My Lord” Draco smiled before rising, Tom cupping her cheek and bringing their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss.
“Are you ready for your Lord to take you?” Tom whispered against her lips, his fingers dancing down her smooth belly to their intended target, her smooth and willing pussy.
“A-Always” Draco gasped at the sensation of her Lord’s fingers inside her. Tom smiled and drove her face first into the bed, propping her hips up, showing off her delightfully smooth and round ass, her wet and willing pussy on full display.
“Perfect” Tom smiled and stroked his length before diving straight in.
“Aaaa, My Lord” Draco moaned in bliss as her Lord filled her insides.
Draco was not always as agreeable as she was right now, but wonders could be done with enough time, love potions and a vast knowledge of the workings of the Imperius curse. Draco was a lovely little bed companion, smooth and tight in all the right places, and as a concubine of the Dark Lord, she would one day bear his children.
The Dark Lord needed heirs after all.
When Tom explained that to Draco’s father, he almost objected, but Lucius knew better than to challenge his lord, especially when Tom was now the most powerful wizard on the planet, the elder wand in his possession, and his only equal enslaved to his will. Lucius should have been happy, Tom would be cleansing his family line with his seed after all, young Draco was very beautiful, she would bear his offspring and would keep the Dark Lord satisfied for many years to come.
To have his only daughter become a concubine to the Dark Lord was an honour.
As Tom pounded into Draco’s tight pussy, savouring the wet velvety walls as they squeezed around him, he felt two soft pairs of hands circle his chest. smiling as he turned, he found two of his other concubines behind him, eyes half lidded, full of lust and love.
Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley.
Tom could have made anyone his concubines but taking his nemesis and her closest friends as his sex slaves was more gratifying than anything else. Ginny was Harriet’s girlfriend before his resurrection, how he loved the taboo nature of not only stealing away Harriet’s love but making them both dependant on him.
Ginny was the last of the Weasleys, her parents and brother fell in the war against her love. She was the last of her bloodline, but ever a merciful Lord, Tom would be sure her bloodline would carry on, stronger than ever.
Luna Lovegood was a bonus treat, a lovely petite little pureblood he would enjoy pounding into the mattress.
His concubines were all young, magically gifted, beautiful, and very fertile. Even the Mudblood Hermione was beautiful beyond compare, very worthy of bearing the children of the Dark Lord.
“How is she, My Lord?” Ginny asked, gazing lovingly into Tom’s eyes.
“So good” he replied with a groan and a particularly hard thrust.
“You hear that Draco? Your lord is happy” Luna smiled, slapping Draco’s pale ass.
“G-Good, I’m…I’m happy to please you…My Lord” Draco panted with a smile, her hips clapping against Tom’s with each thrust.
It wasn’t long until Tom felt his balls boil, with one final thrust he unleashed his load deep into Draco’s hungry little cunt, drenching her insides with his seed and painting every inch of them white. Poor little Draco with one final gasp fell onto her front, her short blonde hair clinging to her head with sweat, utterly spent by her Lord’s affections.
“Lucky” Ginny smiled at Draco before she felt her Lord’s hand grasp her tight ass, his other hand grasping a handful of Luna’s rear.
“Don’t worry my loves, the night is still young” Tom smiled before leaning in to steal a kiss from Ginny’s lips. The young redhead moaned into the kiss as Luna bit her lower lip, her hands caressing Tom's chest before reaching down to stroke his still hard manhood, still dripping with a mixture of seed and Malfoy pussy juice.
Tom spanked Luna’s ass before bringing both his hands to grasp sweet Ginny’s face, deepening the kiss on the last of the Weasleys. Luna took that spank as an instruction to do what her Lord wanted her to do.
The Lovegood girl gazed at her Lord’s manhood, dripping with spent seed and Draco’s pussy juices and licked her lips before diving in. Licking up and down Tom’s length, cleaning it of every drop, making sure not to waste a bit of her Lord’s seed. She did everything Tom had trained her to do, cradle and kiss his balls, suck and kiss his head, deepthroat him, be as nasty as she could be.
“You know your way around my cock, Luna” Tom chuckled, Ginny in a lust filled trance from her Lord’s attentions.
“Luna, lay down” Tom ordered, the Lovegood instantly obeying, laying on her back.
“Ginny, get on top” the redhead instantly obeyed.
“Give me a good show, girls” Tom smiled before piercing their tight holes in succession.
As Ginny and Luna made out, swapping spit, and throwing their inhibitions to the wind, Tom groaned and enjoyed the soft feeling of Lovegood pussy and Weasley cunt. In time Ginny and Luna would be bred, their soft and smooth bellies would swell with the offspring of Tom Mavoldo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, the ruler of the Wizarding world. They would be immortalized as Tom had immortalized himself, make them as eternal as he was.
But for now, he would simply enjoy fucking their brains out.
It didn’t take long for Tom to drive the girls to orgasmic madness, sweat dripping down their brows as Tom thrust into one, only to withdraw and thrust into the other, their wet, smooth, and shaven pussies gushing love fluid.
“Who wants It more?” Tom grunted.
“Me my Lord! Please breed me!!” Luna cried out.
“No! Breed me my Lord! Cleanse my line!” Ginny cried out.
Both girls’ faces were so erotic, blushing and tears in their eyes, Tom smiled and decided to reward his pretty little darlings. With a thrust, he hilted himself inside Ginny, painting her insides before withdrawing and planting himself inside Luna, spreading his load between both girls, sending them both into a haze of fulfilment as they passed out.
“I love it when you ladies can share” Tom smiled.
The sound of a wet pussy being played with filled Tom’s ears, the Dark Lord turning to see the newly awoken Hermione Granger, strumming her pussy in a lustful haze.
“Enjoying the show Hermione?” Tom asked.
“Y-Yes my Lord” Hermione replied, sweat already running down her brow and tears already in the corners of her eyes. The desperation on her beautiful face was a sight to behold, and it was all Tom’s to enjoy.
Crawling over to Hermione, Tom took her hand away from her sopping pussy.
“What do you want, you filthy little Mudblood?” Tom whispered.
“P-Please, My Lord…C-Cleanse me” Hermione panted.
“Well since you asked so nicely” Tom lined up his erect cock with the brunette’s pussy and thrust.
“AAGH!!” Hermione screamed at the violent thrust, her insides yielding to her Lord’s massive length.
Hermione was a treat to be sure. Having a Mudblood in his bed was fetish that Tom didn’t know he had, but after careful consideration and plenty of glances at the girl, Tom knew he wanted to put a pureblood inside her. She was a beauty to be sure and seeing how fiercely she fought at the final battle at Hogwarts made him admire her natural skill and power.
She would be a fine mother to his children.
Tom remembered the beautiful memories of how he brought her over to his side, after killing her boyfriend, Ginny’s brother, he spent his time moulding and bending her to his will. Making her suffer through mind games and mental torture involving her Muggleborn heritage, it was sweet seeing her break and hate herself, only to latch onto the only pure thing left in her life.
Devotion to him.
“Thank me Granger! Thank me for purifying you!” Tom grunted as he hammered deep into Hermione’s depths.
“AAAAGH!!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!” Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Thank me for cleansing you of your filthy Muggle Blood!! Now!!” Tom growled.
“T-Thank you!! For cleansing me!!! Cleanse me my Lord!! Give me a pureblood baby!!” Hermione cried in lustful joy.
“Here it comes!! Mudblood!!” Tom grunted as he hilted inside Hermione, spraying her insides with a load that would surely purify her and result in a pure-blooded baby, worthy of inheriting its father’s kingdom.
“T-Thank you my Lord” Hermione whispered behind closed eyes, tears of joy dripping down her cheeks as Tom lay her down on her back.
Tom panted, almost spent after dominating all his concubines, well…all but 1 that is. The 1 concubine that was instrumental to his domination of this world. The 1 concubine he would consider more a wife than a sex slave.
“All spent, my love?” Harriet asked cheekily, laying on her side, propping her head up on her right arm.
“I always have enough left for you” Tom smiled as Harriet rose and approached on her knees.
“My Dark Lord…so virile, breeding so many concubines…do really have enough for your lady?” Harriet asked, kneeling in front of her lord, face to face, surrounded by the fucked unconscious bodies of her former friends.
“Let’s find out” Tom grasped Harriet and pulled her into a passionate kiss, their insides lighting up at the connection forged so long ago. Tumbling onto the bed, grasping at every inch of skin either could find, both dark lovers moaned and groaned at the sensitivity that came with their connection. Harriet’s smooth skin filled Tom with a need to breed her, to breed her deeper than any of the other ladies. Harriet was more than a simple concubine, she was his other half, a piece of him dwelled within her as a piece of her dwelled within him.
Soon another part of him would dwell inside of her.
As their passionate tumbling came to an end, Tom found himself on his back with Harriet straddling his lap. The Girl who lived rose, displaying her perfectly tight figure to her Lord and master, her perky breasts, smooth belly and generous hips, hips that Tom’s hands instantly gravitated to.
“So needy, my love. Still hungry after unloading inside those whores?” Harriet smiled as she gyrated her hips.
“You weren’t complaining when you helped me break them” Tom shot back.
“No, I wasn’t. It was so hot, seeing you take Ginny’s virginity, god seeing her break was so good” Harriet ran her hands through her short black hair, biting her lower lip in a sexual haze.
“She was the perfect birthday present” Tom smiled as he positioned his cock and let it slide into his favourite cunt without any resistance, earning a moan from Harriet.
Harriet laughed, she remembered that, acting like she was saving her former girlfriend, only to deliver her straight to her new master. The act of breaking and enslaving the poor thing was so hot too and Harriet loved every second. Seeing the hope leave Ginny’s sweet little eyes as she realized her girlfriend belonged to the Dark One. And when Ginny broke, oh the following threesome lasted for days and ended with Tom covering Ginny’s sweet face with his seed.
Now the little redhead accepted her new place with glee.
“Yes…Yes My Love!!” Harriet cried as Tom plunged into her, his cock hitting every sweet spot in Harriet’s darling pussy.
“My god, you feel so good Harriet. Made just for me!” Tom smiled in glee, his hands grasping his lover’s smooth hips and using the leverage to enhance his thrusts.
“Only for you Tom! Only for you!” Harriet moaned, her hands stroking Tom’s pecs.
The sex between the Dark Lord and the Chosen One was more romantic, more intense, and far less one sided than sex between Tom and his other concubines. Harriet was more than just his sex slave, she was his wife in all but name, their combined might and skill rendered all opposition meaningless, her presence at the battle of Hogwarts made taking the castle all the easier.
Having the Chosen One fight by the Dark Lord’s side demoralized the castle’s defenders, making the battle a total slaughter of all Tom did not have a use for.
“Fuck!! So tight!” Tom grunted as his thrusts got faster.
Harriet’s eyes rolled back into her skull, the bliss filling every facet of her being as Tom filled her again and again and again.
“I’m going…to…cum!!!” Tom grunted with his eyes closed, feeling his final orgasm of the morning close approaching.
“Inside me Tom!! Breed me!! Give me a Dark Prince!” Harriet leaned down and cupped Tom’s face in her hands.
Tom’s hands left Harriet’s hips and pulled her towards him in one final passionate embrace, their lips connecting as the feeling of oneness became too much, and with one final mighty thrust, the Dark Lord spread his dark seed deep into the fertile womb of his nemesis. Harriet’s insides flooded with liquid bliss, Tom’s warmth spreading inside her, blessing her with the dark heir they both so desperately wanted.
Breaking the kiss Tom looked into the teary eyes of his Dark Lady.
“I love you Tom” Harriet smiled before she fell unconscious on top of him.
Silence fell as Tom got his breath back.
“I love you too, slave” Tom finally grinned in dark satisfaction, his hands grasping Harriet’s generous ass cheeks.
Deep inside of the ladies, Tom’s fertile seed pierced every egg they could find, impregnating his concubines and laying the foundations of a very dark future. All thanks to that one decision, made by a horny Harriet Potter.
THE END?