Chapter 1 : Ginny Weasley, Lady in waiting and Evan 's cocotte

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the urban center of London. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. King James thrower, The Magical King, shielder of the Magical United realm, High Scion of England, Scotland and Eire, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to care as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee berry and observed the outcome from the low coffee shop she sat outside of.

The common Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobleman and their families rushed off to their house and Regal Estates and castles to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the eyes of the usual folk, whilst others floo called on their friend to part a luncheon or dinner and discuss the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been kings of Magical United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, protectors of the Isles from the rest of the Magical monarchs of Europe and beyond. ample, powerful and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the Blood of King Arthur himself, thus why longsighted, long ago, the great sensation Merlin had aided the heir of their family, Trevor Potter, in battle against Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault 's forces and crowned him the new Billie Jean King of the United realm afterwards, through right of illusion and Might.

None of the magical nobles at the time had argued about the appointment. cipher, after all, wanted to argue with the knock-down Sorcerer who had personally trained the Powerhouses that were the father of Hogwarts schoolhouse of Witchcraft and genius. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to take in learned at the articulatio genus of the outstanding Wizard, almost every spell the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 long time of honing their attainment and wizardly slyness, all of them together had been ineffective to land a scratch on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

Yes, no sane Witch or adept dare argue with such a man.

But now Potter was dead and to consume his spot was none but his daughter and that had its own set of machination and problems. For one, no single Princess of the ceramicist family line had ever taken the reign if leadership. They were singular and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to close plain phratry friends and `` sparkle '' supporting imposing kinsperson, of track ) or given small fiefs, castles and country of their own if some of them decided to remain 1. ( Only 5 in the history of the ceramicist royal line had done so. )

James potter had married capital of Maine Bones who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his daughter and sole heir, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her mother 's family name at her pressure ) Afterwards, King Jesse James had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no youngster forth either and angered many nobles, who had their own female relative waiting in the offstage after Queen Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the bones family unit had only brought their riches as a noble family unit to the jacket crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal home was richer than about of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nil more. Having not been in at war, there was no pauperism to ca-ca a royal marriage association with some princess from Perhaps India, Japanese Islands, China or Russia. It had been a ten of serenity since the go war with France and 50 years since the last noble insurrection brought about the Flint family ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat hinder thing that had been the talk of the realm was the promiscuous attitude of their Rex. By the police set down by Falco columbarius ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a power or Queen could have one official Mistress or unmarried consort for the function of pleasure or securing an heir. capital of Maine and Amelia, beauty and powerful witches in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the number of the royal family, something of an urgent matter seeing as king James had been an just child. Thus even Amelia could not protest if James IV took on an official Mistress. However Henry James had n't taken a mistress, functionary or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious use for the King and his two most trusted friends ( Lord Sothis inkiness and Remus Lupin, both who had been his hanker known champion since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the Lord and common world and have numerous tryst with both the single and married women of the kingdom, leaving many a young single mother or leaving the wife of pocket-sized Almighty, merchants and dignitary heavy with their bastard children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a monarch and it was never said that these Lady ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in Au, Expensive jewellery or minor act of land for their royal stag bastard children to inherit. That and a all over paid education at Hogwarts kept these woman docile and even bore for return visits from the male monarch and his two trusted master. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with titles or amber. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a quick Death. Either from an Assassin 's verge or from the power unleashed upon them by someone in the king 's personal safety, 10 Witches and Wizards helping hand picked for their power and prowess in battle to protect the Martin Luther King Jr. and his honour.

That and the revulsion narrative of the anger that came for the rest of the families of those who took grievance with the king kept nearly of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a problem when it came to the topic of Remus Lupin. It was an openly known affair that those of his firm were werewolves and provided the royal armies magical creature naval division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a documented fact that the seed of a werewolf was not optimal for a normal noble beldam or common peeress. Werewolf seed was extremely fat and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exceptions. As such, unless carried by a female lycanthrope, these tiddler took a toll on their female parent in the uterus. Only an magically gifted Witch could survive such births but many ladies, commoners or cocotte who had to willingly commit themselves to lupine ( else face the Riley B King 's displeasure ) would determine their wombs growing heavy and themselves frail from nurturing his Lycan offspring within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forbear cared. The children were shipped off to an orphanhood and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to serve the realm.

So, to the embarrassment of the soon-to-be crown youthful Queen and her Queen mother, many a majestic asshole walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her sept. One of these bastards was Harry Evans, her very aloof nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her coffee, left some Gold Galleons on the table and began her walk family, ignoring the crying, the susurration and the fuss over a deadened king, thinking all the time she walked.

The Evans family had n't started out as Wizards and Witches. But their origin was no less important for it. Those of the Evans family had actually been the custodian, bodyguards and servant of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a powerful Sorcerer lord under her banner to contain one of the Evans families daughter to wife for their dedication and armed service and it was then that their Magical line began and flourished. The confluence of a potent Sorcerer 's line with new pedigree caused it only to grow stronger and the measured continued merging of wedding and bloodlines had seen the Evans family grow in power and influence as lady Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as talented, powerful and shadow hag and Wizards due to their connection with the most powerful Sorceress since Merlin, the Evans were what would call `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of spells, rituals, enchantments and black magic, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as well-nigh so called `` Dark Lords and Ladies '' were. The knowledge of the magic was thoroughly to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in armed service and defence of their Lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the year by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a powerful Lord family, they were no longer considered eminent Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Arthur Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang Jiang families as those who brought war to Non Magicals for power and joy when it was only through subjugation that the Modern condition quo of Magical Nobility and common non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up subdivision as the Lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would have been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decision and brought procession through magic to the people, kept the common man from turning on each other for pudden-head understanding such as wash or position. But of course Merlin and the `` light-colored '' had to make the last say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those Clarence Day, there were few Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister Rose. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her wretched sister whom the mogul had lusted after and left with small fry. Harry had been born as his female parent left this sprightliness, her spirit and soul now with the rest in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and nobleman aspect of The of late king but none of his stupidity and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more gifted than many who had come before him in her family, had mastered near all the family spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A credit to the Herbert McLean Evans name. Their Lady would be please she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and one-seventh year. No uncertainty the condition would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the belated B. B. King clashing with their final examination Magical testing and challenges. But she was affected role. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how much her Nephew had grown even more from his stately educational activity. She licked her full red lip at her depraved and salacious thoughts, a grin upon her seductive features.

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The news had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The king was dead. Long live the faggot. A small wail of grief had come from the Hufflepuff table in the heavy Charles Martin Hall as the `` Badgers '' closed social status, Princess Susan Bones female person friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her Fiance, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by headmaster Albus Dumbledore and promontory of Gryffindor and mind of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great entrance hall exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. Tears fell easily and quickly from many of the younger scholar, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing hasty letters on torn parchment to send off, asking for confirmation and the place in the whole of the land. group of noble baby broke off into deep and hushed discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

Harry Evans simply sipped at his cool juice and bit into another composition of coffee cake covered in ice cream, enjoying it 's taste.

'' Not much interested in your male parent 's departure, Evans ?. '' A sly vocalism at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old friend, worthful ally and occasional lover in his bed. They had given their innocence to each other in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very trench bond. Seeing that her elder brother would take the topographic point as heir, it had been agreed by Lord Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an Official schoolma'am of the Evans family line, which would have Harry provide for her and any kid they had as in force as if she was his married woman, a sculptural relief to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old lords who sent gifts and letter trying to get an enhancement to her. Her retentive flowing blonde hairsbreadth, dazzling emerald heart and her animal soma had many a Lords son seeking a joining but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full, emerald painted sassing curved into a smirk as his eye wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing goose egg to hide it from his eyes. No surprise, seeing as she had left herself without a bra and unbuttoned the top of her shirt just so he could get a glimpse.

'' Not really Daphne. I do n't really spare time for those I never knew, no affair their importance to the general public or unwanted genetic connections. '' He said. His early mitt moved to caress her warm thighs gently and her smirk turned to a grin. Everyone was n't noticing, seeing as they were all busy with their own thoughts on flow events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our occupier Princess has something up her sleeve, France may think this a perfect sentence to attack and gain undercoat here. '' daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's movement, feeling glad at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't conceive I 'm saying this but I would have been felicitous knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her country, friends and stool but that will only postulate you so far. '' He said. daphne let out a slight giggle as his mitt began to move further up her second joint but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My overlord love. A letter from Padre arrived just a few mo before the news. A kinsperson coming together is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to attend. No question the Rex 's death will be discussed in detail. I 'd like to experience what actually killed the man than just hearing of his passing. Promise I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your letdown. '' She said, giving him a deep kiss at his aspect of disappointment and a quick hug before leaving hurriedly.

Harry sighed happily. What a woman ! It would be a joy to tap that ass for the rest of his life.

Finished with his bar, Harry now had a new decision to shit. Crimson, brunette or sable ?

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The Slytherin common Room was gravid enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal quarters and elbow room. United as a house though they were, concealment and prudence for the cunning was the club of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's educatee first before moving to realise more didactics from Merlin, playing both sides as a true serpent. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had better things to do than conceive on History. He had sent his message and he was glad it had been received and instruction followed. His choice of crimson was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of noblewoman in waiting from the school Houses ( except Slytherin of course ) and for Harry, finding the right info to get some of them his was quite easy. Too soft in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` promiscuous '' magical and fast family, there posture had n't exactly gotten them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the long bushed Prewetts, a powerful family that had foresighted since died out. propagation of bad investments and large outgo had n't helped. As a household the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in risk of come poverty and made a living in the Kings court in respective belittled positions, they were n't exactly wearing the later mode or mingling with virtually of senior high society.

Their hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her buster flame haired lady, cultivating her as a personal friend and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future poof, perhaps as close as a sister, the Weasley name would heighten and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the youth hag had come home plate in her 6th year, heavy with a by-blow nipper in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff heart, was indeed loyal to her friends however and had even personally come for the parturition but the Weasleys had to marvel if their probability had been crushed. While they took precaution of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to discharge her education and continue on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her nose clean, their ambitions would root for through.

That their daughter was dressed in a slight nightgown that did cypher to cover her curvaceous soma and large tits before him and had come at his command, Harry confirmed that her family 's condition in the realm was n't any of her concern. Or at least not as significant as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poorness for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a gustation for the finer thing in life with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive dresses for several nobleman ball, enchanted jewellery, the dear perfumes and robes not to mention all the equipment a true beldam studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly meretricious. None of this her family could provide. It 's no wonderment she got so wet at the sight of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hooker from Knockturn alleyway and expect his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left fulfil with a womb to the full of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the mad yet nervous and slightly nettled feel on her pretty face. The flaming of the fireplace in his room lent a shine to her red lock and full, cerise lips.

'' It was hard to get here you know ? I 'm supposed to be with the Princess. She 's in mourning you know ... ''

'' She 's no longer a Princess. She a fagot now I guess, nighttime lady help us ! Now, what 's the newsworthiness ? Did she mention what the king died of ? Heart attack ? affaire d'honneur ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her veneration. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poisonous substance. A veridical deadly one too. It struck properly at his kernel in minute of arc after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be idle. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` Murder ? Well that 's something to compose home about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting thought process of his Father murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his rooms soft couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a good nine 60 minutes more for you to take in your support ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown evenfall off to the subdued rug. He enjoyed how curvy her figure was and how her breasts had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his script to her cushy, pale belly. `` I 'm also sure you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the death one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lecherousness run up her body.

'' You 're a giant. You know what my family will reckon ?, what it will do to the family line name if I become pregnant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as their tongues met in an eager dance. He ended, their buss and bicker into her oral fissure, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` Dark God Almighty '' in the fashioning. An `` vicious '' thaumaturgist as sooo many like to say of those in our house. And you 're a poor Gryffindor Whore of a witch and my personal adulteress and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my Au and having my bastard children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to part unfold her shaved sheepcote and dip trench into her pussy, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and ready to engender. And as long as you live, that 's how you 'll always be for me. As if I have n't noticed your needy glances this hale year, begging for me to fuck and multiply you. You do n't care if you 're class remains filth inadequate as long as you remain my whore, have my fry and get all the fancy things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and whimper at his words, her thigh parting to allow more access to his pumping fingers. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to cries of pleasure and culmination as she came, soaking his digit and the rug below in her hot, thick juice. Harry grinned and pulled his finger's breadth out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a slew, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my bawd. My dear, little Weasley harlot ! As soon as you accept that, the wagerer it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his apparel and letting his 7 inch cock harden at the hatful of her naked bod weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her hired hand moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the rim of her sopping pussy, its inner form eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a in effect whore and tell me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to join her on top of the canvass, his cock playing with the entry to her pussy, making his cockhead slick on her juice but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. take a crap me yours, Lord Harry. cover this traitorous witch with your cum. '' She murmured, eyes begging and lustful. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, slick, wet walls welcoming him back once more. Her purulent clung to every inch of his cock and Ginny could n't aid the squeal of delight that moved past her back talk as he moved cryptic and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her dead body and soul. Inch after inch went into her squeeze slit until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized testicle on her ass. Her Lord was balls bass in her pussy.

Her hands lock severe round him, as did her legs, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly push in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his length and their joining once more. Her pussycat sample and failed to cling to him with each slow thrusting and retreat and the shock and touch of pleasure smashed through her body with each mysterious stroke.

'' Merlin !, '' she cried out in pleasure, `` I love the way your putz feels inside me, Harry. ``

Harry smirked at the redheads declaration but did n't reply, too busybodied enjoying her soused cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his tool greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deep and slow thrusts and within seconds, he was fucking her as fasting and hard as he could, taming her whore twat and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of chassis on flesh and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his putz smashing onto her wombs entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her second climax of the night washed over her.

'' IT hurt ! Merlin AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO nooky GOOD. roll in the hay ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! shuffling ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A good woman of the street to take the load off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his onrush upon her pussy. But even he knew he was nearing his sharpness. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get significant, you Weasley WHORE ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussycat, her cervix swallowing the head of his peter as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasure, feeling Harry 's cock begin to spurt out a large loading of his hot, thick, poten semen.

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so practically of his virile seed, making her feel giddy and her uterus hot at the thought of the baby he was planting within her, reveling in the persuasion of bearing his child in her womb once more, giving him a healthy child in nine month, pity to her family uncared for.

'' Do n't ever stop Cumming Harry. fill me up with cum. make full me up til its running out of my pussycat. Til it leaves a huge steaming pile on the bed. I do n't care if you make me pregnant, just do n't stop ! ! '' Ginny moaned and Harry did as she asked.

'' YES ! YES ! KNOCK ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the young Lords virile semen spurted out into her gulping womb.

At last, after what seemed like hour, Harry could n't make anymore, his large turncock giving a final chill, his balls a final examination twitch, before shooting its last gusher of his thick, sperm cell ladened cream into the redheads overflowing pussy. Her, smooth pale stage unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her sides, parted to point his softening cock leaving her cunt and pouring out his chummy load of seed.

He did not displace from on top of her outwear consistence and she did n't want him to. Her full red lips found his and he let her French people her tongue deeply into his lip. They kissed passionately for various minutes, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the opinion of his virile seed dripping from her cunt.

'' Merlin ! You fucked me so well ! She moaned as they broke their candy kiss. Harry smirked and gave her ass a penetrating smacking, making her moan even more.

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my slut ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze full of adoration for him. His hand moved over her liquid belly. `` And do n't worry about the baby I 'm going to be intimate into you tonight. My aunt Lily will be calling on your crime syndicate soon. Our baby and the one on the way will be well taken concern of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my little whore Mistress. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her oral cavity down onto his, driving her glossa deep into his mouth. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own tongue begin to assemble hers, forcing her tongue back into her own only to consume him search her hot, wet lip. The kiss was roughshod and wanton, her entire, red, voiced lips were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my hammer and get me ready for another round. I 'm not stopping trough you ca n't move a muscle. It 's going take all your possession to leave my bed to get back to that big breasted puritan of a soon to be Queen you love so much. ``

Ginny did n't even put out to champion Susan or Harry 's derogatory comments. She simply got down to the project of sucking on Harry 's pleasure giving shaft, cleaning him up like a good Whore, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot onus he would feast her.

Harry smiled and lay back to relish the joy as his mind turned to what the coming twenty-four hour period would add