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There were four people at the table: Narcissa, Hermione, Amelie, and Andromeda. The younger Black kept her eyes on Veela and watched her baby out of the corner of her eye, fearing that she might pay attention to this seductive blonde. Suddenly Narcissa was overcome with jealousy, and she tried to suppress this feeling, which made her heart beat faster.
Amelie didn't seem to notice the guests, talking quietly to Andy.
—Hmm,— Cissy coughed, reminding him of her presence. She was annoyed by Amelie, she could feel the vibes coming from this sweet couple.
"So how did you say you met, Amelie?" Narcissa said, pronouncing each letter of Veela's name clearly. Her raspy voice sounded cold and unfriendly. But she didn't let the blonde answer.
— And when did the Veela get tired of male attention that they decided to switch to older women who might not be in their right mind? Narcissa boomed, getting up from the table, intending to grab the temptress by the hair.
—Cissa,— Andromeda and Hermione shushed her at the same time, also standing up. Amelie just batted her Veela eyelashes, looking from one lady to the other.
—Please, let's go home," Granger whimpered, pushing Miss Black back into her chair.
—No, I'm sorry," Narcissa said weakly, trying to relax. Her body was filled with righteous anger at the innocent girl. What on earth is this, are these bonds really drugging her head so much? Narcissa poured wine into a glass and drained it greedily, trying to pull herself together.
***
Three hours flew by unnoticed, and now the women, comfortably settled on a soft carpet, are playing a board game like children. Amelie, smiling broadly, has already won for the third time.
—That's because you're using your harpy charms," Narcissa growled.
"Which ones?" Veela asked in a slightly drunken voice.
The younger Black couldn't hold back her emotions and grabbed the girl sitting across from her by the hair.
— Now I'll show you which ones, — with these words Narcissa knocked the model to the floor, sitting on her hips.
— Narcissa! Hermione exclaimed, grabbing her woman by the waist, pulling her away.
Andromeda stepped between Amelie and her sister.
"What's the matter with you, Sister?" "What is it?" she asked angrily.
Breathing heavily, Narcissa glared angrily at Veela.
After calming down, the quartet watched a romantic comedy, chatting sweetly. Hermione sat between Amelie and Narcissa so that they wouldn't kill each other. But the women found a common language, and Narcissa did not breathe like a fire-breathing dragon. Hermione looked at the lovely Amelie thoughtfully. The girl did not see that in that short moment Cissa was ready to shoot lightning with her gaze. Hermione and Veela exchanged a few words, the girl asked where Amelie was filming now. The younger Black stood up from her seat:
"I'm going to the bathroom," she hissed at the audience, walking away.
Amelie and Hermione continued their dialogue. Veela was interested in the details of Miona and Cissy's acquaintance. Granger was telling the girl, unaware that her woman was angry.
Narcissa grabbed the sink and looked in the mirror at her reddened eyes. She couldn't control her emotions and felt pain in her chest. She was seething with a sense of ownership towards Hermione. She didn't want a repeat of the jealous scenes, so she cleaned herself up and winked at the reflection. It occurred to her that this was Amelie's doing, and she decided to take Hermione home as soon as possible to take a walk in the fresh air and calm down.
When Narcissa came out into the hall, she saw that her baby was stroking Amelie's unbound curls, and she was sitting like a fool and smiling. This was the trigger for Narcissa. Clenching her jaw until it cracked, she went to put on her raincoat and boots without talking to anyone.
—Hermione Granger, we're leaving," Narcissa said through gritted teeth.
Andromeda and Amelie went to see off the guests. Narcissa tried not to speak at all, so as not to run into another conflict with any of the three women.
Wrapping her cloak around herself, a happy Hermione hugged Andromeda, kissing both cheeks, then she hugged Amelie, but when she wanted to kiss her on the cheek, she pulled away, lowering her gaze. Narcissa kissed her sister, giving Vail a cold look, and she didn't even hug the younger Black.
Outside, Hermione felt the wind and snow hitting her in the face. She didn't put on her beret, deliberately leaving it with Andy, and only pulled on her hood.
Narcissa was striding briskly in her high heels, and Hermione could barely keep up with her.
"Wait a minute! Hermione exclaimed, catching up with Cissy. She grabbed her arm.
Narcissa whirled on her, and Hermione saw her demonic gaze for the first time. She put her hand over her mouth, afraid that it wasn't Narcissa in front of her, but the devil himself in the flesh— that look was so terrible. It made Hermione's bones turn cold.
"What happened?" Hermione whispered, trying to keep her hood out of the wind.
"Go home or apparate, I don't care," Cissy growled, barely restraining herself from screaming.
The blonde walked briskly forward, not looking back at her companion.
Hermione froze for a moment, not understanding what was happening. Her lips trembled treacherously, because Narcissa had never spoken to her in such a tone, as if she were nobody and nothing to her.
Granger caught up with Narcissa again and gently touched her cold hand.
—My Cissa, wait.
Miss Black stared at Hermione without blinking.
"Come on, Miona, are you mine?" "What is it?" she asked. "You've been acting like a slut with Veela, so maybe you have someone else in store?"
Narcissa spat on the ground.
"There can't be a whore next to me,— she blurted out and started walking forward again.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. These words hurt her pride. Holding back the tears that came to her eyes, she felt her chest burst with pain. Now she understood what it meant to break a crystal heart.
Breathing fast and no longer holding back tears, she caught up with Narcissa again. When the Slytherin girl turned to her, Hermione slapped her across the face, putting all her strength into the slap. There was a loud sound of a palm hitting Narcissa's cheek.
Gasping in surprise, Cissy lost her balance and fell to the ground.
—I gave you everything, everything I could," said Hermione, wiping away the tears that were dripping, turning to the bent Narcissa Black. "And you dare to call me a whore?" I had no one but Amelie and you," she continued in a broken voice.
"And if I'm a whore to you, then I have nothing more to lose in this life." Fuck you, Narcissa Black! Hermione exclaimed, then apparated away, leaving a stunned Miss Black alone.
***
Sitting in the room and bursting into tears, Narcissa realized the depth of her callousness inherent in the Black family. This selfishness, this blood flowing in her veins, it all seemed especially disgusting to her now.
She suddenly felt with special acuteness how close Andromeda was to her now. Narcissa tried to get into her girlfriend's thoughts, but she expertly defended her mind even from her.
—I'm sorry," Narcissa whispered, still crying. It felt like her soul had been taken out of her body and hung on a spit over a cauldron. She was so ashamed and sick.
Narcissa whined and, in a fit of desperation, scattered everything she could lay her hands on. She knew that Hermione had already had suicidal thoughts, and she, Narcissa, the selfish old woman, had provoked them again.
They were supposed to go to the ministry tomorrow. The digital clock announced that it was one o'clock in the morning, but Narcissa, absorbed in her thoughts, continued to bite her nails, feeling worthless.
The bathroom door opened, and Miss Black, lost in thought, did not even hear the sound of the apparation. Hermione, pale as a ghost, entered the room.
"Take off your clothes,— the girl said in a commanding tone.
—I'm sorry," Narcissa whispered, wiping away her tears.
"I won't tell you twice," Hermione rasped, not looking at Narcissa Black's hunched figure.
Obeying, the blonde took off her house suit and underwear.
—Do your incest, your sacred family member,— Hermione said quickly, pointing her wand directly at Narcissa.
"Are you going to torture me?" Miss Black asked.
—No question,— Granger replied emotionlessly. — We're going to solve one of your black habits now.
"Kill me if you want, Mia. I will not be afraid to fall by the hand of my love, just take care of my sisters and my Dragon.
Narcissa burst into tears again and collapsed on her knees in front of Hermione. The latter's gaze softened, she put her wand on the floor and knelt next to her Cissy. Taking her chin in her hand, she gently touched her lips to her cheek.
"Cissy, are you out of your mind?" Hermione whispered. — I'm not going to torture you, I want to make sure that you don't have a reason to be jealous of me.
Miss Black couldn't believe her ears. Blinking, she looked into her beloved coffee eyes.
"Do you want me to bind you to myself?" "What is it?" she asked.
—Yes,— Hermione whispered. — I don't want to hear anything more about my infidelity.
"But Mia, do you understand what this means?"
Hermione stood up, lifting Narcissa by the hand.
—I understand, my Cissy, and I'm ready.
— We will bind ourselves not only with blood and magic, but also with souls, after mutual intercourse, which will give heirs of blood, even if stained with my blood.
"But Mia...
—Stop it,— Hermione gently ran her fingers over the blonde's lips. — I understand this and accept it.
***
In the soft light emanating from the lilac spheres created by magic, Narcissa cast a spell. Hermione, sitting on the couch, widened her eyes, watching her genitals turn into a thick and massive penis.
Hermione swallowed hard, unable to believe her eyes. She couldn't imagine how she would be able to take in such a large reproductive organ. The girl's lower lip trembled with temptation and fear of not meeting Narcissa's expectations.
—Cissy,— squeaked Hermione, licking her lips in excitement, "salivating at the sight."
—Mia, relax, I'm not going to take you by force," the blonde whispered, feeling her penis throbbing, becoming hard from just looking at the naked Gryffindor.
"Come to me," said Miona, looking at the pink head of the penis.
Narcissa approached her, not expecting that the girl would abruptly and forcefully grab her by the trunk.
—Uhh,— the blonde hissed, feeling the excitement pass through all the nerve endings, and an ejaculate stood out on the head.
Looking up at her companion, Hermione took a thick cock in her mouth.
—Oh, gods,— Cissa moaned as Granger started sucking on him.
Miss Black felt the warmth of the girl's mouth and, instinctively cupping her head, began to push her appendage into it.
Hermione felt that she would not be able to take such a huge penis to the end, trying to suppress the vomiting spasms.
Narcissa began to fuck Hermione's mouth, trying to enter her throat with smooth thrusts.
In ecstasy, Narcissa's penis throbbed with even greater intensity and increased in size. Granger began to gasp when Narcissa almost completely inserted her penis into Hermione's mouth, but she did not stop, trying to give her partner maximum pleasure.
— Ah! Narcissa hissed, pushing her cock even more into Hermione's mouth. The girl started to cry, but she continued to suck Narcissa's hard trunk, liberally smearing it with saliva and dripping it onto the floor. Miss Black rolled her eyes, feeling her orgasm coming.
"Will you take my pleasure in your mouth?" She croaked and, without waiting for an answer, came into Hermione's slobbery mouth, groaning with incredible pleasure.
Granger felt Narcissa's hot cum trickling down her mouth and tried to swallow every last drop.
Pulling the penis out of Hermione's mouth, Narcissa leaned over and kissed her fiercely, feeling the taste of her passion on the girl's lips. In the kiss, Miss Black pushed Hermione onto the sofa and began gently caressing her wet folds, massaging her swollen clitoris.
—Cissy, please,— Hermione whimpered, pressing against the older witch's lips, feeling her vagina tighten in a desire to be filled.
—Be patient, dear,— Narcissa growled, greedily kissing the girl's breasts, caressing her. "You've given me such pleasure, and I want to give it to you too."
Hermione shifted her hips as Miss Black's hot tongue stroked the inside of her thigh. Narcissa wildly pressed Hermione's hips into the sofa and, throwing her legs over her shoulders, began eagerly licking her dripping slit. Hermione closed her eyes in a rush of pleasure.
Narcissa plunged two fingers into the bosom of the Gryffindor, without ceasing to caress her throbbing bump. Hermione bit her index finger, whimpering, feeling her orgasm coming. And so it reached its climax, lighting up like a bright star in the sky.
Miss Black licked the moisture off her body and did not give the girl a break. She inserted her penis halfway into Hermione, holding her by the pelvis. Feeling her inner walls squeeze her flesh, she heaved a sigh of euphoria.
Carefully, but persistently, Narcissa inserted the penis to its full length. Gradually increasing her pace, she began to pound into Hermione's lustful flesh, filling it. Loud sobs and groans could be heard throughout the room, as well as the squelching sounds of thighs hitting each other.
Hermione was breathing convulsively, as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest, crushing her ribs. Feeling Narcissa's cock filling her, the woman stretched her narrow slit incredibly.
—Cissy,— the girl squeaked, and her voice cracked as she reached her climax again. Narcissa could feel her flesh clenching in Hermione's wetness. She also wanted to cum, but restrained herself with the last of her strength. The muscles in her neck swelled, and she, as if Granger weighed nothing, sat the girl on her lap, inserting her flaming male organ into the bleeding center.
Hermione couldn't contain her emotions: She was whimpering and screaming. Narcissa set the pace, and it was incredible. Hermione had never felt such a burning warmth in her lower abdomen before. Her body was on fire, and her toes were cramping slightly.
The girl's breathing became ragged, waves of bliss rolled over her. Everything blurred before her eyes, and it seemed to her that her physical body was not capable of experiencing so many emotions at the same time.
— Cissy! — she shouted the name of her woman, and a powerful orgasm engulfed her, taking her to the paradise of sensations. Narcissa came after Hermione, filling her with her seminal fluid. Narcissa felt a chill from such an explosive orgasm.
Both ladies were breathing heavily, both were sweating, but they were happy. Opening her eyes, Hermione realized that for a split second she had been disconnected from the fireworks of passion.
She looked at Cissy and saw that the woman was crying.
"My love, is everything okay?" Hermione asked in a hoarse voice.
—And I'm sorry for the slap," the brown—haired woman whispered, still breathing fast, getting her breathing in order.
"These are the tears of the highest happiness I've ever experienced," Narcissa smiled and pulled Hermione to her face.
—Hermione Granger, are you ready to officially become my wife?" — the woman asked and pulled the girl into the tenderest kiss.