The Pureblood Coup

This is basically PWP plot, please review!


Continuation of…


Chapter Thirteen: Don’t Leave Me Now


Hungry in expression, Voldemort stared down at Narcissa fuming full of primitive aggression. He lunged weighing down on top of her. His mouth went between her breasts and suddenly his jaw swerved left and right, biting each of Narcissa’s nipples. The little bite marks only added to the purple bruises surrounding the nipples, which was from wearing the crystal boob bracelets before. He went back to one of her purple-colored breasts, and started gnawing on it, chewing like it was a cow’s cud.

It seemed like he was drinking from her breasts. He released his mouth from them after a few seconds, and then suddenly, delved his head down further passing her flat stomach. Unexpectedly, he spat into her inner-belly button, so that it filled with a little dribble of milk, the color of cream.

“Ah, Draco….Will be getting to go back to school. I never planned on barring him entrance to Hogwarts. It was just to get you to come more willingly, Narcissa. But it matters not now!” It might have also been a subconscious reason that Voldemort brought up Draco right then and there, because the belly-button is connected to the womb of motherhood.

The hands like large pale spiders went griping towards her vagina again, delving into the folds. He twirled his fingers in it rapidly, in haste. Withdrawing, the fingers he examined the tips, and was disgruntled to see they were dry. For clearly Narcissa had not masturbated for him.

But then his mouth was onto her vagina now, and he started slurping and sucking like a suction cup, into Narcissa’s vagina, giving her oral sex. Since there was no masturbation, he seemed to be sucking up Narcissa’s menstruation blood, using all of his lung capacity. It was a truly vulgar thing to do, and Voldemort was aware of it. Once he was done slurping so hard, forcing blood out, he came up for air, and looked at Narcissa. She saw her blood was dribbling down his chin.

“Ah, what sumptuous tasting of Pure-blood…Your bloody pussy is very sweet, Narcissa,” he said sarcastically, feigning a compliment.

Voldemort laughed one hard high yelp that sounded like ‘Ha!’. Then immediately, he pulled Narcissa up by the shoulder blades, form where he had been gripping her shoulders, pinning her down ever since he bit her nipples.

He flipped her back over on the stomach, laying her over him again, with Narcissa’s head between his legs, near the huge, bursting crotch instead of at Lord Voldemort’s feet now.

Suddenly she felt her legs raised up in the air above, and her head digging into the plush plain black covers.

“Suck it for me, Narcissa. You know what to do.”

Narcissa obediently opened her mouth wide, until she found his cool, red-colored erect member. He meanwhile, had his hands on her legs. As she desperately tried to claw her teeth and all her mouth around his penis, he was licking her up the ass-hole. Voldemort decided to suck the little droplets of blood out of her anus, where there was now tiny little scabs from the feather insertion.

And Voldemort stopped rimming her beautifully sculpted buttocks and instead listened. He could hear Narcissa sobbing as she took in choking breaths while she engorged on his dick filling her mouth.

“But this is not rape, Narcissa. Given your husband follows the Dark Lord, I therefore have ownership over you and your entire family.”

And after speaking, Voldemort tipped Narcissa the other way around, and then faced her front from above. He pulled her feather-clad feet up to his shoulders and started entering rapidly into her vagina. He was hardly thrusting because he was sliding in and out before he could fully give it to her.

Narcissa thought of Lucius meanwhile, closing her eyes, trying to imagine it was him fucking her instead. This was a relatively normal sexual act she had done with him before, afterall. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm inside, and suddenly, mindlessly she cried, “LUCIUS! LUCIUS! Come for me!”

It was done out of habit. And suddenly just before what could have been a sweet surrender of orgasm, she felt Voldemort's sexual wand sharply withdrawn.

Voldemort raised his other wand and snapped angrily, “Crucio!”

Narcissa screamed and screamed, every cell inside her was going to burst and Voldemort laughed with unabashed pleasure. That was more like it to him. He felt better for punishing her with a quick Crucio, when just as suddenly he removed the Curse.

And then Voldemort moved Lucius with a spell from his wand, levitating him right behind Narcissa.

“You will never scream for your husband when I am inside you….Now, sit on his face, Narcissa.”

Narcissa sobbed again, and sat gingerly upon her husband’s forehead, squatting, so as not to press her weight on him too much. Narcissa continued to cry, but stopped actually sobbing, instead her breath coming out in hyperventilating tirades.

“Sit down further, Narcissa. Make yourself comfortable,” Voldemort taunted.

Narcissa was forced to stop squatting and from below she heard something crack. She had broken Lucius’s nose. And Narcissa thought in misery, as she looked on at the Dark Lord for more instruction, ‘Lucius please wake up! If you do, I know he’ll stop. Oh, let a House-elf come....Anyone!’


Note: There is still more to come. Please review. I hope it is good enough. It is hard to write PWP.