The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: I'd say it definitely gets worse for Narcissa down below!...Plus, when Lucius fights with her, it will be horrible for her as well.


Lilith: Yup. Voldemort is gross. Even grosser down below!


WARNING: MIGHT MAKE YOU SICK...THIS MAY MAKE YOU SICK.


Continuation and final installment of….


Chapter Thirteen: Don’t Leave Me Now


Narcissa continued to sit on Lucius’s face as Voldemort looked on with the most cruel, amused expression on his flat, nose-less visage. She lowered her head, dipping it between her legs from despair, tears streaming down her face, falling into the space between her legs, pelting Lucius like raindrops. She could feel her wand in the pocket of her robes, still ripped from the back, but hanging on her still. She took out her wand with the unicorn core inside it, and whispered ardently, pointing below at Lucius, “Ennervate…Ennervate!” But her efforts were futile to revive him to consciousness, as it would not work against the Dream-less Sleep Potion.

In an instant, Voldemort made a motion with his wand and expelled from his mouth simultaneously a harsh growl as he used the Expelliarmus spell to disarm Narcissa. Her wand went clattering all the way across the room, landing somewhere on the floor, several feet from the bed.

He regarded her with the accurate instincts of his coldly evident on his face, watching her carefully. Then he put the heel of his hand to his chin, the fingers spread out, and his palm flat. He laughed like a maniac, as his forked tongue came out, in which there was a strange white spot on it. Out of his mouth came a burst of fire and with his hands he manipulated it to circle the four-poster bed. Roaring red and orange flames now encircled them, smoke rising to the ceiling. The room was ablaze with light and Narcissa screamed in terror, her eyes darting, but not moving her head. She wondered how much of their bedchamber would be ruined now.

Voldemort continued to scream in ecstasy, a look of maniacal joy on his face, the slit-like nostrils flaring, as he reached orgasm. He then commanded Narcissa, “Throw your head back, mouth opened.”

Narcissa obeyed at once too frightened by his intensity to disagree. He leapt forward, and his huge dick was swaying in her face. He shot his ejaculation into her mouth, like a stream endlessly flowing. She choked as she continued to feel it swarm inside her.

She could feel the heat of the flames coming closer to the bed, when Voldemort suddenly waved his arms viciously above, apparently doing magic to prevent the fire from coming too close.

Then Voldemort looked back on Narcissa, and suddenly laid his foot on her face, which was still thrown back to look at the smoky ceiling. She got a scent, a scent of nothing, it was like cardboard. In fact, his whole body smelled surgically clean.

And then Narcissa, still trying to swallow all the cum, accidentally spat some of it.

“Crucio!” said Voldemort and she toppled off of her husband. Again screaming and crying, "MASTER! MASTER!"

And then, Voldemort put his hand to his face again, and laughing high and cold, his forked tongue with a spot on it came out again. Narcissa screamed in terror as the fire came out of Voldemort’s lipless mouth again, and headed right for her face, and she tried to shield herself.

Until she felt his hands push her arms down and then a burst of surprisingly cool fire went through her mouth. It had been fire with a freeze-flame charm, preventing burns.

The great snake Nagini had been slithering on the bed. During the fire it had seeked refuge from the floor, motivated by her own survival. The snake was now slithering closer to Voldemort, and Narcissa distracted by the contained fire around their bed, enclosing them in a wall of orange and red flames, had not noticed the snake before. It had a funny smell as it slithered over to Voldemort on the bed.

Voldemort in Parseltongue hissed “Nagini…Come across my shoulders,”.

Voldemort let the tip of Nagini’s head rest under his chin, seemingly as if he had done this many times before. A moment later and the scent exuding from the snake became stronger and Nagini raised her tail from behind Voldemort. It was a pleasure signal.

“Slither down, my pet…” said Voldemort in a tender voice of affection, but still in Parseltongue. It was a way of speaking he held for no other but Nagini.

The snake was suddenly wrapped around the backside of Voldemort, at the point where waste and fluid comes out of a snake like Nagini is.

“Get ready, Narcissa. It’s your privilege to have the snake inside you,” said Voldemort to Narcissa.

The snake arched it’s head at Narcissa as if she knew, and then slithered closer to Narcissa, as Voldemort bent down, grabbing Narcissa closer to him so that the three of them were sandwiched together.

And then the snake was maneuvering its belly into Narcissa’s vagina, and she felt it throbbing inside her. At the very same moment, the snake was fucking Voldemort anally, in a position outside Narcissa’s view. For the snake had two sexual organs for penetratration.

“Oh, My Lord! Master!” Narcissa cried in terror.

But in a bizarre realization, Narcissa noticed Voldemort did not respond his red eyes were actually empty. It seemed he wasn’t in his body, and this thought completely galvanized Narcissa emotionally.

He actually possessed the snake, and he was the one controlling all the sexual contortions that the snake was making. So at once, Voldemort fucked his own ass and Narcissa’s vagina through the snake. Voldemort’s mind was fully present though.

Narcissa continued to quiver, “My lord! My lord!”

The snake had its head resting on her chest between her bruised and bitten boobs. It reared up and snapped its jaw at her. It had been Voldemort being the snake.

He continued to enjoy the pleasurable sensations for minutes. Until he released Nagini from himself, telling the serpent as he possessed her to remove herself and so Voldemort returned to his own body and extinguished the fire with a spell from his wand, water pouring all around the outskirts of the bed from the agaumenti charm.

The snake slithered off the floor and Narcissa, now sweating and still hyperventilating sat up in relief. Narcissa suddenly screamed in terror. The Snake had excreted all over the floor, a little pile of gray waste like bits of clay all molded into one defecated from it's bowels. The snake had finished digesting some of the remains of Rufus Scrimgeour’s corpse.

And Voldemort did not bother with Narcissa now, but held his wand in his hand stroking it, and apparently filled with some sort of fetish for his wand. He grabbed Lucius and undid the robes, until Lucius’s cock sprung out. With the exact spell “erecto”, Voldemort made Lucius’s dick stick up. It was like Lucius had had a magical erection, yet it was not an erection, for no blood filled the cock.

And then he looked on at Narcissa and said, “You shall not see what I do to your husband.”

And Voldemort jerked his wand at Narcissa’s face. She felt something like a bang inside her skull, and she was knocked out, unconscious.

Voldemort still stroking his wand now went toward Lucius. He seemed to compare the length of his wand to Lucius’s dick for a moment. He tipped his wand inside of Lucius’s penis somehow. He muttered a strange incantation. Voldemort had made Lucius infertile. The Dark Lord had sterilized him, so that he could never make children for Narcissa ever again. And what was more, Lucius would never be able to know it was Voldemort who had done this. Voldemort felt he was removing one of his political threats, for he must continue to subdue Lucius’s power, and therefore he viewed Lucius as a political opponent.

He then got off the bed, and went towards Nagini in the same corner, sleeping again. He saw the snake excrement all over the place and decided to use the Evanesco spell to clear it up. But then he had another idea. With his wand, he somehow plastered some of the snake feces onto Lucius’s erect dick.

Then he looked at Narcissa. He decided to stick his wand into her vaginal canal again, thinking of sterilizing her as well. But then decided against it. She was a Pure-blood woman afterall, and eventually he could force Lucius and Narcissa to divorce and Narcissa could make more Pure-blood wizards and witches with somebody else. That was his place, actually. For his secret reason for even wanting to take Narcissa to bed had greater ambitions. It was all part of the idea to eventually force them to divorce, and part of it had also meant sterilizing Lucius, albeit unwittingly.

Still his Yew wand was in her vagina again. Voldemort suddenly ripped off the last remains of the silk-white negligee robe Narcissa had been wearing. Then Voldemort removed his wand, and saw his wand dripping a large blood clot of Narcissa’s menstruation off it. Voldemort had another idea. He stuck the wand back up her canal, and made all the blood flow out of Narcissa. It was draining right out of her uterus, and as it was removed Voldemort manipulated the flowing blood with magic, getting it all to stick to her skin. He laughed at the irony of a Pure-blood woman dressed literally in her Pure-blood from head to toe.

Then he levitated her body, directly over her husband. Next he conjured chains, so that she would stay levitated to the bedposts longer. He took her mouth in his hands, and stuck Narcissa's tongue out. He had made the distance so that the tip of Narcissa’s tongue was parallel to tasting the tip of Lucius’s cock, covered in the gray feces.

He did not feel the need to modify her memory. He would let her remember everything she had seen. He looked at the hideous sight, Narcissa chained to the bedposts, arms and legs splayed, her tongue lolling out stupidly, looking like she had been brutally murdered, covered in blood, her own menstruation. 'She looked like a dead whore, who needed a taste of Malfoy’s dirty penis, was Voldemort's thoughts.

And at this hideous sight, Voldemort’s skull felt like it would crack, as he filled with glee, laughter at the hideous sight, his mouth wide and the forked tongue coming out again.

And Voldemort left the Malfoy couple, walking easily out of the bedroom, in which he passed the furniture. All of it was badly charred, black, sooty, and ugly now.


Note: horrifying? Disgusting. I wonder how I came up with that.