Chapter 1 : Ginny Weasley, Lady in waiting and Evan 's lady of pleasure

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and sack throughout the metropolis of London. All who heard it, Lord and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. King James I Potter, The Magical King, Protector of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Republic of Ireland, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to care as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee tree and observed the effect from the small cafe she sat remote of.

The commons born cried and wailed in the streets while the Lord and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal Estates and castles to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the eyes of the usual kinfolk, whilst others floo called on their ally to percentage a lunch or dinner and discuss the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been kings of Magical Britain, protectors of the Isles from the quietus of the Magical monarchs of Europe and beyond. Rich, knock-down and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the rip of male monarch Arthur himself, thus why longsighted, long ago, the great Wizard pigeon hawk had aided the successor of their category, Trevor Potter, in battle against France 's military group and crowned him the new Rex of the United kingdom afterwards, through right of Magic and Might.

None of the magical Lord at the sentence had argued about the appointment. Nobody, after all, wanted to argue with the muscular Sorcerer who had personally trained the Powerhouses that were the laminitis of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and genius. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to bear learned at the knees of the nifty whizz, almost every spell the powerful necromancer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their skills and magical trade, all of them together had been unable to down a scar on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

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

But now ceramicist was dead and to take in his place was none but his daughter and that had its own set of intrigue and trouble. For one, no exclusive Princess of the Potter family had ever taken the sovereignty if leadership. They were unparalleled and powerful in their own right hand and were either married off ( to close down knit house Quaker and `` light '' supporting noble families, of course ) or given minuscule feoff, castle and body politic of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the chronicle of the thrower royal line had done so. )

James IV ceramicist had married Augusta clappers who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his daughter and fillet of sole successor, Princess Susan bones. ( Holding on to her mother 's family unit name at her press ) Afterwards, King James had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that man and wife had proven useless as it brought no children forth either and angered many nobles, who had their own female person relatives waiting in the wings after queer Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the bones family had only brought their wealth as a noble family to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal family was full-bodied than to the highest degree of those in the European continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to make a royal stag marriage connectedness with some princess from Perhaps India, Japan, PRC or Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic. It had been a decennium of pacification since the endure war with France and 50 eld since the conclusion noble insurrection brought about the Flint fellowship ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate person and somewhat embarrassing thing that had been the talk of the town of the realm was the sluttish position of their tycoon. By the constabulary set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a world-beater or world-beater could bear one official schoolmistress or single consort for the role of pleasure or securing an heir. Augusta and Amelia, beaut and powerful beldame in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the telephone number of the regal mob, something of an urgent matter seeing as king Saint James the Apostle had been an solely shaver. Thus even Amelia could not protest if James took on an prescribed Mistress. However James had n't taken a schoolmistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious substance abuse for the King and his two about trusted admirer ( Lord Sirius Black person and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known friends since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and mutual populace and have numerous trysts with both the single and matrimonial women of the realm, leaving many a Edward Young single mother or leaving the wives of fry lords, merchant and dignitaries heavy with their bastard children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a milkweed butterfly and it was never said that these ladies ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in atomic number 79, Expensive jewelry or small bits of land for their royal stag bastard children to inherit. That and a finish paid teaching at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even eager for paying back visits from the king and his two trusted Creator. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with titles or Au. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a quick destruction. Either from an Assassin 's sceptre or from the power unleashed upon them by someone in the king 's personal guard, 10 beldam and wiz hand picked for their power and artistry in battle to protect the Martin Luther King and his honour.

That and the Horror chronicle of the ire that came for the sleep of the folk of those who took grudge with the king kept most of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a job when it came to the thing of Remus lupin. It was an openly known affair that those of his house were werewolf and provided the royal stag USA magical creature 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 witch or uncouth lady. lycanthrope ejaculate was extremely rich and resulted in multiple minor, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy factor with few exception. As such, unless carried by a female lycanthrope, these nestling took a toll on their female parent in the womb. Only an magically gifted enchantress could survive such births but many ladies, commoners or whores who had to willingly generate themselves to Lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their wombs growing heavy and themselves weak from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forebear cared. The children were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to serve the realm.

So, to the embarrassment of the soon-to-be crown young Queen and her fag female parent, many a royal son of a bitch walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her family. One of these cocksucker was Harry Evans, her very distant nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her burnt umber, left some gold Galleons on the board and began her walk home, ignoring the vociferation, the whisper and the hustle over a drained king, thinking all the meter she walked.

The Evans family had n't started out as sensation and witch. But their pedigree was no less crucial for it. Those of the Sir Arthur John Evans family had actually been the custodian, bodyguards and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a hefty magician lord under her banner to consider one of the Herbert McLean Evans folk girl to wife for their loyalty and service and it was then that their Magical personal credit line began and flourished. The coming together of a powerful sorcerer 's line with new origin caused it only to grow stronger and the deliberate continued conflux of marriage and bloodlines had seen the Arthur Evans family line grow in index and influence as ma'am Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans home as talented, muscular and Dark Witches and Wizards due to their connexion with the most powerful Sorceress since Merlin, the Evans were what would call `` Second Earl Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of trance, rituals, enchantments and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as nearly so called `` Dark Lords and madam '' were. The noesis of the magic was good to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in service and defence reaction of their dame Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a powerful Noble family, they were no longer considered high Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Arthur Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang class as those who brought war to Non Magicals for power and pleasure when it was only through subjugation that the Modern status quo of Magical nobleness and common non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up implements of war as the lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the man over would have been persecuted for their natural endowment. Now it was they who made the decisions and brought progress through magic trick to the people, kept the commoners from turning on each former for stupid reasons such as race or position. But of course Merlin and the `` light '' had to have the in conclusion say. Not that he had tried to override the way of things.

But since those day, there were few Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister rosebush. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her poor sis whom the king had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this biography, her look and soul now with the rest in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and stately look of The late king but none of his foolishness and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more talented 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 the boot. A credit to the Evans figure. Their madam would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his terminal and one-seventh year. No dubiety the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the former power clashing with their Final Magical testing and challenges. But she was patient. She could hold back, albeit eagerly, to see how much her Nephew had grown even more from his formal breeding. She licked her to the full red rim at her debauch and lascivious idea, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The news had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The Martin Luther King Jr. was dead. Long live the queer. A small wail of grief had come from the Hufflepuff table in the great Hall as the `` badger '' closed social status, Princess Susan Bones distaff friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her groom-to-be, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by headmaster Albus Dumbledore and headspring of Gryffindor and Head of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and lamentation as soon as they left. rip fell easily and quickly from many of the younger students, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing hasty varsity letter on displume parchment to send off, asking for confirmation and the berth in the whole of the land. grouping of noble children broke off into deep and shut up discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

Harry Evans simply sipped at his chilled Juice and bit into another piece of chocolate patty covered in ice cream, enjoying it 's taste.

'' Not much interested in your father 's passing, Evans ?. '' A sly vocalisation at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

daphne Greengrass was an old acquaintance, valuable ally and periodic 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 oceanic abyss Bond. Seeing that her elderberry bush brother would submit the spot as heir, it had been agreed by Lord Greengrass and Harry 's aunty Lily that Daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Herbert McLean Evans family, which would ingest Harry provide for her and any children they had as dear as if she was his wife, a relief to both Harry and her. daphne had no use for the old lords who sent gifts and letter of the alphabet trying to get an enhancement to her. Her recollective flow blond hairsbreadth, dazzling emerald oculus and her sensual figure had many a Lords son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her replete, emerald painted backtalk curved into a smirk as his centre wandered down to her generous female chest, the Hogwarts uniform doing nothing to veil it from his heart. No surprisal, 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 issue their grandness to the oecumenical populace or unwanted genetic connections. '' He said. His former hand moved to fondle her strong second joint gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't noticing, seeing as they were all in use with their own thoughts on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident Princess has something up her sleeve, Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault may think this a perfect time to assault and gather ground here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's movement, feeling well-chosen at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't believe I 'm saying this but I would feature been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess quick for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her commonwealth, protagonist and Throne but that will only take you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a slight giggle as his hand began to move further up her thigh but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My noble love. A missive from don arrived just a few minute of arc before the news. A phratry meeting is being called and I 've permission from prof Snape to attend. No dubiety the king 's death will be discussed in item. I 'd like to know what actually killed the man than just hearing of his passing. hope I 'll state you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a deep kiss at his spirit of disappointment and a flying 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 cake, Harry now had a new decision to make. crimson, brunet or ebony ?

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The Slytherin Common room was large enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal quarter and rooms. United as a house though they were, seclusion and discretion for the foxiness was the order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to make headway more teaching from pigeon hawk, 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 suppose on account. He had sent his message and he was sword lily it had been received and education followed. His alternative of ruby was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of dame in waiting from the school planetary house ( except Slytherin of grade ) and for Harry, finding the correctly information to micturate some of them his was quite easy. Too easy in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` light '' wizard and loyal kinsperson, there stance had n't exactly gotten them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the long beat Prewetts, a powerful crime syndicate that had long since died out. Generations of bad investments and tumid spending had n't helped. As a family unit the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in danger of sum poverty and made a animation in the Kings courtroom in various small positions, they were n't exactly wearing the latest fashions or mingling with nearly of High society.

Their Leslie Townes Hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a refulgency to her dude flame haired peeress, cultivating her as a personal Friend and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future Queen, perhaps as close as a baby, the Weasley name would rise and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the young hag had come nursing home in her sixth year, sonorous with a bastard child in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff sum, was indeed patriotic to her friend however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their Chances had been crushed. While they took care of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her education and continue on as Princess Susan 's peeress. If perhaps she kept her nose clean, their ambitiousness would pull through.

That their daughter was dressed in a tenuous gown that did nothing to obliterate her curvaceous figure and orotund tits before him and had come at his statement, Harry confirmed that her family 's condition in the realm was n't any of her concern. Or at least not as important as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poverty for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a taste for the finer things in life sentence with no Galleons to plunk for it up. Expensive dresses for diverse noble balls, enchanted jewelry, the best perfumes and robes not to refer all the equipment a genuine beldam studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her family could provide. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the sight of him, dressed up like a 2 reap hook Joseph Hooker from Knockturn back street and turn out his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left fulfill with a womb total of cum and with child bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the shake up yet nervous and slightly annoyed facial expression on her pretty face. The flame of the fireplace in his room lent a shine to her red locks and full, scarlet 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, wickedness noblewoman help us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she advert what the king died of ? heart and soul attack ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fears. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' Poison. A real deadly one too. It struck right hand at his magnetic core in second after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be dead. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` execution ? well that 's something to write dwelling house about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute of arc. Putting thoughts of his founding father murder out of his psyche, He sat down eagerly on his rooms delicate couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a good nine hours more for you to garner your bread and butter ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown fall off to the soft carpet. He enjoyed how sonsie her figure was and how her bosom had grown. maternity suited her wellspring. He moved one of his hands to her voiced, sick belly. `` I 'm also for certain you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the last one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of luxuria run up her body.

'' You 're a freak. You know what my family will recall ?, what it will do to the family name if I become pregnant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her mouth parted as their tongues met in an eager dancing. He ended, their osculation and spat into her lip, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` night lord '' in the devising. An `` evilness '' maven as sooo many like to say of those in our House. And you 're a poor Gryffindor Whore of a hag and my personal slovenly woman and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my Au and having my bastard kid, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to parting afford her trim congregation and dip deep into her puss, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and ready to breed. 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 whole year, begging for me to have it off and breed you. You do n't care if you 're home remains dirt pathetic as long as you remain my harlot, have my children and get all the fancy things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and mewl at his words, her thighs parting to allow more access code to his pumping fingers. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to shout of pleasure and mop up as she came, soaking his digit and the carpeting below in her hot, thick juice. Harry grinned and pulled his fingerbreadth out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My heartfelt, little Weasley whore ! As soon as you accept that, the better it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his clothes and letting his 7 in cock harden at the deal of her nude variety weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her hand moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the sassing of her sopping pussy, its privileged figure eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a secure whore and tell me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to join her on top of the canvass, his peter playing with the entrance to her cunt, making his cockhead slick magazine on her juices but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. pull in me yours, Lord Harry. engender this traitorous witch with your seed. '' She murmured, oculus begging and lustful. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

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

Her hands lock away hard round him, as did her stage, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his distance and their connection once more. Her pussy prove and failed to cling to him with each deadening thrust and retreat and the blow and feelings of pleasure smashed through her body with each deep stroke.

'' pigeon hawk !, '' she cried out in pleasure, `` I love the way your cock feels inside me, Harry. ``

Harry smirked at the redheads declaration but did n't reply, too busy enjoying her tight cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his cock greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deep and sluggish thrusts and within instant, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her whore pussy and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moan and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of flesh on physical body and all she could do was groan like a slut as he pounded into her, his hammer smashing onto her womb entree. All she could do was cry and mewl as her sec coming of the night washed over her.

'' IT HURTS ! merlin AND MORGANA ! IT detriment SO FUCKING GOOD. piece of tail ME JUST like THAT HARRY ! make ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A dear sporting lady to take the loading off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his onslaught upon her pussy. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get significant, you Weasley harlot ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her kitty, her cervix swallowing the head word of his cock as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasure, feeling Harry 's peter begin to spurt out a enceinte onus of his hot, thick, poten semen.

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so much of his virile seed, making her feel giddy and her uterus hot at the sentiment of the child he was planting within her, reveling in the thought of bearing his child in her uterus once more, giving him a hefty nipper in nine month, shame to her family uncared for.

'' Do n't ever hold on Cumming Harry. Fill me up with cum. Fill me up til its running out of my pussy. Til it leaves a immense steaming pot on the bed. I do n't manage if you make me pregnant, just do n't quit ! ! '' 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 similar 60 minutes, Harry could n't give anymore, his large peter giving a final shudder, his balls a final twitch, before shooting its last gusher of his midst, sperm ladle ointment into the redheads overflowing kitty-cat. Her, smooth pallid ramification unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her sides, parted to evidence his softening shaft leaving her cunt and pouring out his thick burden of seed.

He did not move from on top of her tired soundbox and she did n't want him to. Her full moon red lips found his and he let her french her tongue deeply into his mouthpiece. They kissed passionately for several minutes, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the feeling of his virile semen dripping from her cunt.

'' merlin ! You fucked me so well ! She moaned as they broke their kiss. Harry smirked and gave her ass a sharp slap, making her moan even more.

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my loose woman ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty red-header nodded, her stare full of adoration for him. His hand moved over her tranquil belly. `` And do n't worry about the baby I 'm going to fuck into you tonight. My Aunt Lily will be calling on your family soon. Our child and the one on the way will be well taken care of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my lilliputian whore fancy woman. '' He said, capturing her lip once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her mouth down onto his, driving her tongue deep into his backtalk. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own tongue begin to meet hers, forcing her lingua back into her own only to have him explore her hot, wet sassing. The osculation was brutal and wanton, her wide-cut, red, soft rim were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my cock and get me make for another beat. I 'm not stopping till you ca n't move a brawniness. It 's going consider all your willpower to leave my bed to get back to that big breasted puritan of a soon to be tabby you love so much. ``

Ginny did n't even chafe to maintain Susan or Harry 's derogatory comments. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's pleasure giving rooster, cleaning him up like a good whore, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot load he would tip her.

Harry smiled and lay back to enjoy the pleasance as his judgment turned to what the fare days would play