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A Sexy Godmother Pt. 3 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2018-08-24 19:07:38 +0000 UTC Weekly Prompt Poll WinnerThemes: Submission, Genderbending, Blood Supremacy
Summary: Part 3 of A Sexy Godmother. After a potion mishap, Lucius Malfoy is no longer Lord Malfoy of House Malfoy... instead, she's very distinctively LADY Malfoy. Of course, Cassie, being who she is, happily twists the situation to usurp Lucius' position as head of the Malfoy Family, absorbing the family back into House Black... where Harry just so happens to be in charge. 'Lucy' might not be happy about it... but she's accustomed to a certain lifestyle, and she's not above bowing down to keep it.
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“I was sooo sorry to hear about your accident, Lucy. Anything we can do to help, you know we will.”
Even as her fingers cling to her robes, she keeps her face calm and poised. It wouldn’t do for her to lose her cool here and now. She needs this, as much as she hates to admit it. Her power stripped from her, along with her original form, Lady Lucius Malfoy is completely and utterly at the mercy of the witch before her, and they both know it.
“Do you have the documents?”
Cassi Black smirks easily, even as she brings up the parchment, pulling it out and placing it on the table between them.
“That I do. You’ll have to use a blood quill of course. Narcissa took it from your study. Hope you don’t mind.”
At the reminder of her former wife’s treachery, Lucy’s teeth grind together just a tad. She manages to keep the grimace and the distaste off of her otherwise stony face though, as she reaches out and takes the familiar dark instrument that Cassiopeia holds out to her. Sniffing delicately, the platinum blonde holds the blood quill off to the side, her fingers moving across its familiar grooves. At the same time, she studies the contract before her, lips curling downwards as she uses the period of silence to consider her predicament.
A potion mishap. That was what she was calling it anyways, and she was sticking to that. A potion mishap that had seen both her and her heir turned into women, permanently. The thing was, Lucius couldn’t even bring herself to regret being a woman. It felt right, but then that was part of the magic’s nature. The ritual that she and Draco, now renamed to Jocasta by her mother had been performing was… well, it was quite strong in that way.
Even if she’d spent much of her life as a man, Lady Lucius Malfoy now felt completely at home in both the body and mind of a woman. She didn’t miss anything about being a man… except for the power that the male gender had afforded her. Put bluntly, she’d managed to decapitate House Malfoy in one fell swoop. Where a family much older like the Blacks had long since changed their magics so that a woman could inherit until a boy was produced, House Malfoy was young enough that it was far more rigid.
By removing all male blood from the Malfoy line, Lucius had effectively made her family a cadet branch to the Black family, all of its holdings and wealth diverting to Black control, effective immediately. It all seemed so absolutely idiotic now. Looking at it from the female perspective, Lucius almost hated her former male self for his short-sightedness as much as she hated Cassiopeia Black for forcing her into this position. Not to mention Narcissa…
As soon as it was obvious that what the newly minted Lady Lucius had done could not be undone, Narcissa had divorced her, taken their child, and rejoined the Black family. Whatever concessions Narcissa and ‘Jocasta’ had had to make for their places among the Blacks, Lucius did not know. She had not had contact with her ex-wife since the divorce had been finalized ever so quickly by the magical courts.
She’d had scant social contact at all these past few weeks, finding all avenues for respite either closed off to her, or too unpalatable for her to even consider. As irritating as it was, Cassi Black was probably the most honorable of her choices. Most of her allies would happily aim to put Lucius in her place now that she was of the ‘lesser’ sex. Cassi would still do the same, but she would only go so far with it, because the witch was a Gryffindor with all the pesky morals that entailed.
Lady Malfoy could accept some pain and some embarrassment in return for continuing the lifestyle that she was accustomed to. Even if she didn’t have any contact with her former family ever again, Lucius would be happy just to not be thrown out on the streets, forced to sell her body in Knockturn Alley. More than that though, the platinum blonde witch is a bit surprised that the contract before her is so… clear cut.
Frowning, she looks up at a smug, grinning Cassi.
“What’s the catch? Where are the loopholes? What’s your game here, Cassiopeia?”
The Black witch shakes her head and chuckles darkly.
“You’d think there would be one, wouldn’t you? But no. It’s all very… straight forward. The standard contract for a witch being adopted into a new house, isn’t it?”
It is. That’s what has Lucius worried. There’s the usual stuff about being obligated by oath and magic to obey the Lord of the Family in all things, but as far as Lady Malfoy knows, that’s just Harry Potter. From her scant meetings with the boy, she knows him to be even more of a do-gooder than Cassi here, and she can’t imagine him abusing his power all that much.
Beyond that, it goes into detail about her allowance, and how she’ll need to earn her keep and represent the Black Family in all public settings. That doesn’t sound like too much of a hardship either. She’s always represented the Malfoy Family to the best of her ability after all. Ultimately, Lucius can’t see the trap. And she’s more desperate than she’ll ever let on, so in the end she takes the blood quill and signs, wincing as her own name is carved into the back of her feminine hand.
But the deed is done, the contract is signed, and she can feel the magic humming in the air as a satisfied Cassi smiles and then calls out.
“Harry! You can come in now!”
In walks Harry Potter, though Lucius isn’t entirely surprised. She still has to give her oath to the head of the Black family after all, as was outlined in the contract. Pursing her lips together, the former Malfoy witch bows her head towards her new Lord, young as he might be.
“… Lord Black. I thank you for taking me into your family. I do hope that the fortune I have amassed over my years as a male will serve the Blacks will.”
No point in not reminding him of just how much of a windfall the Ancient and Noble House of Black had received when the Malfoy Family had been subsumed by them. But when she raises her head, she’s rather surprised by the look on Harry’s face. He’s staring at her, not with pity or hate as she might have expected from what she knew of him, but instead with something far more elusive… she didn’t think the boy was capable of not wearing his emotions under his sleeve.
“Let’s hear it then. Your oath, please.”
As Lucius draws her wand, Cassi does the same. The platinum blonde only gives the Black witch an eyeroll, even as she presses the tip of her wand to her chest, right above her heart. Pushing magic down the focusing tool, she speaks and as she speaks, she feels her magic taking her oath and making it into fact. Unbreakable Oaths were called so for a reason. Once broken, the oath breaker would be broken or worse as well.
“I, Lucius Malfoy, now Lucius Black, do solemnly pledge my allegiance to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, as well as its current Lord, Harry James Potter-Black. May his reign be long, may my efforts help him, and the family prosper. I serve the Lord and the House.”
A standard oath, given by a lesser family member. Which, as an adoptee, she was. Lucius didn’t know for sure if Narcissa and ‘Jocasta’ had had to take a similar oath or something a bit less taxing, given their Black blood, but she supposed she didn’t need to know such things. All that mattered now was Harry accepting her oath. Which he did, without fanfare and without pause.
“As Lord Black of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, I accept Lucius Malfoy, now Lucius Black into the family. May her efforts bring prosperity to the House.”
And then it was over, and the magic was tied together, ceasing its swirling as it settled over her like a heavy cloak for a moment before fading away.
“Well then! Now that that’s done, I suppose I’ll leave you two to get acquainted! Have fun Harry! Be a good girl, Lucy!”
Lucius’ eyes widen as Cassi practically prances from the room, grinning from ear to ear. Confused, the platinum blonde and the newest member of the Black family looks to Harry curiously, wondering what was to happen now.
“You’re very beautiful now, you know that?”
Blinking at the compliment, Lucius curses her new body’s reaction as her face heats up just a tad.
“Ah… thank you, my Lord?”
“It almost makes me forget all the nasty things you’ve done in the past. But Cassi was quick to remind me of them. She poked and prodded me, constantly naming your crimes, all the people you’ve hurt or tried to hurt. And then you know what she did?”
Lucius doesn’t like where this is going, but the deed is done, the magic set. She’s at her new Lord’s mercy now, whether she likes it or not.
“No, my Lord…”
“She told me to help you anyways. She told me to take you into the family, so that I can properly punish you and keep you out of any further trouble. So that’s what I’m going to do. You’re not Lucius Malfoy anymore. You never will be again. A new day needs a new name, don’t you think? So, you’ll be Lucy Black from now on. Understood?”
A shiver runs down her spine as the newly christened ‘Lucy Black’ bows her head, more to hide her frown then in actual deference. This half-blood whelp dared to… but no. This ‘half-blood whelp’ was now her Lord. There was nothing she could do, no matter how pure her blood was, and how tainted his was. He was in charge, regardless of his parentage. And all that talk of Blood Supremacy really had only been to give her a platform to build herself up on, back when she’d been male. Even then, it hadn’t been something Lucy truly cared about.
And now it seemed it wasn’t something she was allowed to believe in at all.
“… Yes, my lord.”
“Good. Then strip down to your underwear and come lay over my lap.”
Harry sits down on the couch where Cassi had just been, and proceeds to simply watch Lucy as she stares at him wide-eyed, shocked at his forwardness. This was Cassi’s idea, obviously. But questioning her lord at this point would only garner more punishment. Soon enough, Lucy Black is stripped down to her green and silver underwear, the panties and bra not quite fitting her right, given they were stolen from the things Narcissa left behind when she fled with their child.
Even still, she can’t help but feel a tendril of anticipation, as she lays herself over his lap. And then he spanks her, no hesitation, no pause, no mercy… and Lucy yelps as he does it, as he CONTINUES to do it.
“You’ve been a bad, bad witch, Lucy Black. Cassi had all sorts of ideas for how I should punish you, but I’m not the kind of man who can hurt a woman that much. But this? This much I can do. Whether or not I let Cassi have you, so she can put some of HER ideas into action is really up to how well you behave with me, is that understood?”
He punctuates his words with another spanking, causing Lucy to gasp as she shudders across his lap.
“Y-Yes, my lord!”
“Good. Then count them off.”
Smack!
“O-One!”
Smack!
“Two!”
Smack!
“T-ThreeEEE!!”
By ten, Lucy is feeling rather odd, to say the least. But then, she had no idea the sort of body she’d been given when her gender was swapped. As it turned out, that body was the kind to quickly and energetically translate pain into pleasure. The more her new lord spanked her… the wetter Lucy Black got. Until eventually, Harry simply stops and thrusts his hand down her panties, caressing her swollen pussy lips and her sopping wet mound.
“You’re enjoying this, Lucy.”
She knows better than to lie to him.
“Yes… my lord.”
“Hm. Well, I can’t say I’m not as well. Do you want to have sex? If you say no, we won’t. But if you’re interested…”
Who is this boy… no, who is this man, to be so different from the boy she thought she knew? Once again, Lucy Black found herself cursing the man she’d once been. Curse Lucius Malfoy for being a pompous idiot who clearly thought himself too above everyone else to do his damn research! Harry Potter wasn’t supposed to be like this. But maybe Lord Black was.
Shuddering, Lucy knows that she’s already made her choice. She slides off of Harry’s lap, lays back on the couch cushion to his left, and bites her lower lips, even as she pushes her panties aside and exposes her cunt to his eyes.
“Please, my lord. Allow me to… apologize for all that I’ve done.”
In this case, Harry is just like any other teenage boy, when faced with a woman who offers it so willingly. His hard cock is out of his pants and inside of her pussy in moments. The difference of course, is that Harry is MUCH bigger than she was expecting. Definitely bigger than what her male self had had before she’d become a woman and a witch. Lucy barely gets to widen her eyes at the sight of her new lord’s cock, before he’s buried inside of the wet, platinum blonde.
Her virginity is taken a moment later, much to both of their surprise, but the pain translates into pleasure just as the spankings did, and Lucy soon finds herself moaning as Harry pistons in and out of her cunt as hard and as fast as he can.
“M-My lord! Please, n-not so rough…”
A growl is the only response she gets at first, as Harry speeds up his pace rather than slowing down. Eventually he looks into her eyes and snarls as he leans in close.
“You don’t get to dictate anything to me, Lucy. Nothing at all. Cassi was right. You deserve to be punished, you tight, blonde slut.”
Something primal has been awoken in the boy as he continues to fuck her. And all the newly christened Lucy Black can do is try to hold on for the ride, as he pounds into her through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The witch quickly learns the pleasure of being a woman… and by the time Harry has filled her womb and her cunt with his seed, Lucy is half delirious with pleasure, barely cognizant.
But maybe… just maybe, this won’t be so bad after all. She could get used to this…
