The Sorcerer’s Legacy

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Betad by Beans, Priapus, Marethyu, Mike God of Lore, Old man of the mountain, Malcolm Tent

The Sorcerer's Legacy

Chapter 09: Comeuppance 

– Pansy Parkinson –

Looking across the ballroom at Grayson, she mentally flinched as he glanced her way and then just turned away and ignored her in favour of talking to the Carrow twins. The entire ball had seen the way he was snubbing her, and both her father and Lord Nott had questions for her.

Her father had been livid when he'd realised that she'd been… teasing the next Lord Raum-Black. She didn't use the word bullying, but Theodore, the coward, had thrown her under the bus when his father had questioned them. Lord Nott was equally displeased to realise that his son's fiancee was on bad terms with the Raum-Blacks and seriously considered breaking off their betrothal to avoid crossing the very old and very powerful family, which her father absolutely wanted to avoid.

Her family was not wealthy or powerful; their only real benefit was their blood purity. They needed this to recover from their downfall after the war; several of her family had been sent to Azkaban because of Yennefer, so finding out that she'd been antagonising Yennefer's favourite son had not gone over well.

Grayson wasn't subtle in his snubbing; he'd even danced with Weasley while blatantly ignoring her, and Morrigan looked like she was going to just start throwing curses across the ballroom at her the one time she'd tried to approach Grayson himself. 

Thankfully, the powerful and scary witch had since left, but that didn't change the mess she was in. Her father had been very clear that she was supposed to 'fix' her mistake, even threatening to disown her or sell her off to some European wizard three times her age who wouldn't know about her fuck-up.

This wasn't supposed to happen; Grayson was never supposed to be anyone, just a nobody third son, practically a Squib, the butt of his brother's jokes. Merlin, she'd even been told to get close to Lyra and Lyra couldn't stand her cousins. Most of the jokes had been Lyra's idea, but then Lyra was a Black as well, wasn't she? She got a pass because she was family, not that Pansy hadn't noticed some harsh whispers between Lord and Lady Malfoy and their daughter.

It wasn't fair; lots of people made fun of him. Sure, maybe she'd gone a little harder than the others, but why did she have to be put in this mess just because of a few mean words? So she'd made things a little unpleasant at school for the bastard, but just because he got taller and got a fancy ring, her life was going to be ruined? It just wasn't fair.

She saw her chance as Grayson headed towards a side room, following behind him. She didn't miss Lady Raum looking her way with a small scowl, but she was not approaching Yennefer fucking Raum-Black to try to fix this. She'd rather approach Morrigan than take a chance with the matriarch of the family.

Catching up to Grayson, she watched as he turned to face her, a sculpted eyebrow rising as he grabbed something from a shelf and turned back to her, placing a bottle in his robe. 

"Miss Parkinson," Grayson said after a moment. "This part of the house is not open to the public; I suggest you return to the ballroom."

Pansy opened her mouth to speak, seeing him look down at her with his new height, his muscular form on display. She couldn't deny that his new appearance was far more intimidating than his former look. He actually looked like a member of such an old and powerful house, and the disdain on his face was telling. 

"I- Umm-" Pansy stuttered, seeing the cold scorn in his eyes as he watched her struggle to find the right words. 

"Fate's a funny thing, isn't it, Pansy? What was it you called me at the end of the year? Surely even you can remember just a couple of months ago, right?" Grayson asked, stepping into her personal space as he looked down at her with a scowl.

"I-I'm sorry for how I-" Pansy started, cut off by a deep laugh, a dangerous sound.

"No, you aren't. You're sorry your actions had consequences, but that wasn't what I asked, was it?" Grayson purred, his scowl turning into a dark smile. "What did you say to me?"

He spoke slowly, drawling his words as he enjoyed the way his voice made her shiver.

"I- I called you an ugly squib," Pansy admitted, making him tut slightly.

"Is that all you said?" Grayson urged, one hand stroking her cheek as he towered over her. "What were your exact words? Come on, you can remember, can't you?"

"I said that you're an ugly squib who should have been put down at birth and that you'd never amount to anything… living in your family's shadow," Pansy admitted, backing up against the wall only for him to move forward.

"You always did think you were so funny, didn't you? Do you still think you're funny, Pansy?" Grayson asked, making her shake her head. "And yet, after three years of you being Lyra's little attack dog, attacking and insulting me so Lyra can get at me while keeping her hands clean, you come to apologise now that I have power? How pathetic. Tell me, Pansy, would you forgive me if our roles were reversed? Would you live and let live after your tormentor came to plead for mercy?"

Pansy didn't answer. She didn't need to because they both knew the answer well enough.

"No? I thought not. So why should I? A few well-placed words could sink your bankrupt family; I don't even have to do anything to see you pulled out of Hogwarts and sold off to some fat, balding wizard five times our ages, never to bother me again," Grayson purred again, enjoying the power he held over her. 

Pansy felt tears sting the corner of her eyes, hating how weak she felt as Grayson towered over her, looking away from those intense violet eyes only for Grayson to grab her chin and force her to look up at him.

"Well? Do you have any reason I shouldn't sit back and enjoy your life falling to pieces?" Grayson asked mockingly. "No? I thought not. Still, a thought occurs. As stupid as you are, you might just be useful to me, and you'd love to be useful to me, wouldn't you, Pansy? Because useful girls don't see their families destroyed, or get sold off."

Her pride screamed at her, but she meekly nodded at Grayson's words, sinking into herself. Grayson had changed fast, because she couldn't imagine the quiet bookworm being so commanding.

"You see, there's going to be changes coming in the new year. I've been at the bottom of our year's totem pole for three years, and now it's time to remind people where I truly belong. Lyra is going to get in the way because her ego demands it. She's like you, too stupid and bitter to consider the consequences of her actions, especially now that the squib has the ring she wants so badly," Grayson explained.

"You want me to spy on Lyra for you?" Pansy guessed, making him scoff.

"No, are you stupid? Why would Lyra trust you when anyone with a brain can tell I've got such substantial influence over you? No, I want you to spy on me for Lyra," Grayson explained slowly, making her blink as she tried to work out what he meant. "You're going to become my little follower, and when you have a chance, you're going to convince Lyra that you're truly angry at me blackmailing you - I doubt it will be that hard - and offer to help Lyra put me in my place. I will tell you what to feed Lyra, and most of it will be true. You're going to help me give Lyra the rope she'll hang herself with."

Pansy paused, seeing where he was going with this. Lyra hated the Raums, thinking they'd stolen the Black Ladyship from her; there was no way that she'd just let go now that Grayson was the next Lord Black. If it was Morrigan, or even Keira, maybe, but Grayson? Just because he'd gotten taller didn't change the fact that he was still basically a squib, just some nerdy little know-it-all, a weaker Granger. 

"A-and you'll talk to my father?" Pansy asked, keeping her posture submissive. She was cunning enough to understand that Grayson liked seeing her like this, and right now, she needed him happy.

In her mind, another plan formed. If she could help Lyra take him down, disgrace him to the point that Yennefer had to disown him or change heirs, she'd have secured her place at Lyra's side. She wasn't sold on it, but if those two were going to go to war, she'd wait to see who would win before truly joining a side.

"I will. I will look better if I pass off your stupid schoolyard insults as jokes, and the noose around your neck will loosen a little," Grayson said before smirking. "But know this: your entire world now revolves around keeping me happy because it would bring me nothing but joy to see you ruined."

Pansy scowled before she could stop herself, but Grayson just glared in response.

"Perhaps a demonstration?" Grayson asked rhetorically before he moved, with speed and strength she didn't expect from him despite his new looks.

Pinned against the wall, he reached up and roughly groped her chest through her dress, making her yelp and go to slap his hand away, freezing at his challenging look.

"Do it. Go on, push me away," Grayson taunted, seeing her hesitate as one hand reached down and lifted her dress, slipping under it as he touched her vagina through her panties. She was frozen in shock, hesitating to fight him off as she knew that if she did, his conversation with her father would be very different. Powerlessness flooded her, and she hated it, his hand moving under her panties as he stroked her virgin pussy directly. "I thought not. Make no mistake, you are mine, Pansy. Are you a virgin?"

"O-obviously, I'm not a slut," Pansy spat out, her words cut off by a gasp as a long, thick finger slid into her pussy.

"Yes, you are. You're my little slut. If you weren't a virgin, I'd have taken you right here and now and sent you back to the party with my cum leaking down your leg," Grayson taunted, squeezing her breast. Without any warning, he yanked her panties all the way down to her ankles. "Step out of them."

She hesitated, but after a moment and with hatred in her eyes, she obeyed and watched him pocket her plain black panties with a smirk.

His hand went back to his molestation, two fingers pumping into her tight womanhood as she tried to muffle her gasps and moans, unable to fully silence herself as she whimpered, feeling her climax approaching quickly as her thighs became damp with her arousal. 

Just as her climax was about to crash over her, as she grasped his groping arm to steady herself, he stopped, and as he pulled back, she couldn't stop herself from whining in disappointment. 

She didn't give him the satisfaction of speaking as he held up his hand, glistening with her arousal. 

"Turn around and pull your dress up," Grayson ordered, watching her obey with rage and despair in her chest, slowly lifting her dark green dress up to expose her backside to this perverted bastard. "Spread your legs more."

With her panties in his pocket, she knew she was putting herself on full display for him, her large ass exposed for him to gawk and grope as he pleased, feeling his hand come down on her left cheek, squeezing and fondling her bottom.

With a final slap, making her yelp and jump as her cheek rippled, Grayson finally moved back.

"Good girl, you can learn. I'll speak with your father and Lord Nott, and as long as you remain my obedient little follower, you'll be safe. Who knows, I might just take you as a mistress," Grayson mocked, fixing her dress but noticeably leaving her panties in his pocket. She gave him a dirty look.

"Can I go now?" Pansy asked, making him nod.

"I insist, actually. Run along, Pansy; just remember who owns you," Grayson taunted, watching her hesitate before she fixed up her makeup and put on her best smile as she headed out into the party again, feeling breezy and exposed thanks to her lack of underwear.

Grayson was a perverted bastard, but she could do this. She could work with this, it was better than the alternative.

– Grayson Raum-Black –

Pansy isn't the best-looking girl, but this was hardly about my lust at all. I need to send a message to my housemates that things are changing, and while my new ring is a good message, turning one of my tormentors into my servant is a better one.

Pansy Parkinson is a message, a warning, and a display of power all rolled into one. If I'm going to succeed, I'm going to need followers, both in school and outside of it, and while Pansy isn't the most useful, she can be turned into a useful little tool against Lyra.

The entire reason I went into the back is to give her a chance to approach me; she really isn't as smart as she thinks she is.

Heading back to the party, I go out of my way to dance with Pansy. It's only a short one, but it's enough to buy her some breathing room. As we finish, I have a brief conversation with the Lords Nott and Parkinson, saying goodnight as they leave. I get the feeling Lord Parkinson was waiting to make sure that my family weren't coming for him before he was willing to leave.

"Did you know that powerful Veela can sense sexual energies? Aren't you a naughty one? That poor girl is ready to pop," Appoline purrs, making me chuckle. "But she's not the only one, is she?"

"I take it you'll keep anything you sense to yourself?" I ask, making her giggle.

"For you? Of course," Appoline teases. "Still, it isn't nice to bully the poor girl like that. You got her all worked up; I wouldn't be surprised if she ran off to the bathroom to finish the job."

"Pansy hasn't earned a release yet," I reply simply, making her laugh. It's a very appealing sound, musical and light.

"Ah, I knew you were the dominant type, maybe a little bit sadistic as well? I have some cousins who would be putty in your hands," Appoline jokes. "I prefer to be in control; the bedroom is my temple, and my lovers are there to worship. Still, was it really worth getting that little girl all worked up at the cost of your own frustration? I can sense your arousal. I'm surprised you didn't have her take care of it for you, but then she is just a girl. I doubt she'd truly know what to do with it."

Appoline is a very upfront woman, giving me a sultry smile as she sips from her wine glass. There's an offer in her eyes, and the way she leans gives me a very good glimpse of her cleavage, even seeing a hint of her areola thanks to her very daring and low-cut dress, but I resist. I suspect that I'd come out of that particular battle the loser, and while she is very tempting I don't want to risk things when I know so little about what Veela can truly do.

The moment passes, and she seems to understand that I won't be taking her up on her offer, pouting cutely as she sips her glass.

"Perhaps another time; I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of one another, mon chéri," Appoline says, kissing me on both cheeks before stepping back and heading away. The party is finally wrapping up, and the guests are slowly heading out. 

I see Appoline go over to Duchess Celene, speaking briefly as the Duchess looks my way. Briala has returned to her mistress's side, but the Duchess just gives me a small but respectful nod as the French delegation leaves. I spoke to her briefly, but we focused on art instead of politics, which I think is for the best given the Game the French are so fond of. This won't be the end; Briala was trying to get into our home for a reason. I let her go, for now, because it's not worth getting into an international incident, but she was almost certainly acting on Celene's orders.

"Have you stopped being stubborn yet?" Wednesday's flat voice says, making me pause. "I still require a child."

"Hello to you too, Miss Addams," I sigh, turning back to the dead-eyed girl. "Have you decided to tell me why you want a baby with demonic blood?" I ask, making her frown.

I can see the wheels turning as she stares at me with a piercing look, which admittedly makes me a little uncomfortable due to how she just doesn't blink. 

"Wednesday, if you're set on this path, you should at least tell Lord Raum why you are so determined to do this", Morticia says, and I have to hide the fact that she startles me because I swear she wasn't there two seconds ago. She didn't approach us, seemingly just appearing next to me.

"Tch. Very well," Wednesday finally says. "I am possessed by the spirit of my ancestor. I wish to perform a ritual in which you will impregnate me with a soulless baby, which Goody will be born into."

I pause, taking in her claims, but Morticia just nods as I look her way.

"Then why a demonic baby? Wouldn't any baby do?" I ask, making Wednesday shake her head.

"Goody was murdered during the Witch Trials, but her murderer is still alive despite being a muggle. I wish to kill him and his order of witch hunters. Goody will be in a better position to fight him with demonic powers at her disposal," Wednesday says plainly.

"She's telling the truth. Joseph Crackstone has been alive for a long time and hates everything to do with magic, be it magical creatures or witches. The Lodge are aware of him and his group, but they have strange powers of their own," Morticia explains, and I pause. 

Witch Hunters are generally seen as a joke by the magical community, but this sounds like it's far more than just some peasants with pitchforks. My ancestor suspected that there were groups of demon hunters out there with powers of their own, both magical and otherwise. I might have just gotten a lead on one of them, and hopefully, through this Crackstone, I can find more.

"Now, are you willing to breed me, or do I have to find your halfwit of a brother?" Wednesday asks, and I just chuckle.

"Damian might have Raum blood, but his demonic heritage is locked away. Any baby would just be a regular magical child," I point out, making her scoff.

"I am aware. I think I can awaken the demonic heritage in the child myself," Wednesday says, but she doesn't sound as confident as she's trying to pass herself off as. "It is a simple question: are you willing to breed me or not?"

"Become my mistress, and I will," I finally decide, making Morticia raise a sharp eyebrow. Wednesday clearly has some advanced knowledge that I'm lacking; she's morally dubious and she is powerful. "I don't want to have unclaimed bastards running around; I realise that this child will have an adult soul, but publically, Goody will still be my child, and that means I have a responsibility to her. In addition, I'll help you with your war against this Crackstone as my power and influence grows."

"Hm. Fine. Let's get started," Wednesday agrees easily, making Morticia chuckle.

"Shouldn't Lord Addams be involved in this?" I ask, making Wednesday sigh at another delay.

"Gomez will be fine with it," Morticia says with a sharp smile, and I get the feeling that she is the true head of the family. "I see no issue with tying our families together like this. Yen is an old friend, and adding the Raum blood to the Addams family can only do wonderful things."

"No issues, see? Now, will you stop delaying? Do you have a small penis you are ashamed of?" Wednesday asks. "I don't care for your performance as long as it ends with your semen inside my womb."

I give her a dark look, taking her hand and pulling her towards the bedrooms as she just rolls her eyes and mutters 'finally' under her breath. I know we get some looks, but when it comes out that she's my mistress, it'll only help encourage people to try harder to become my mistress, knowing that I am willing to accept mistress contracts.

Reaching my room, Wednesday wastes no time as she calmly removes her black dress and turns to me, just wearing a pair of black lacy underwear, matching and clearly picked for the occasion. Her thigh-highs stay on as she pushes her panties down with no attempt at being sexy before she lays down on the bed and spreads her legs slightly.

"Well?" Wednesday asks. "What are you waiting for?"

Scowling slightly at her tone, I remove my own clothes and move forward, climbing onto the bed. Wednesday doesn't even look at me as she mutters the words to a spell I don't know, a flash of light revealing a ritual circle drawn onto her stomach. 

"It's ready, now hurry up," Wednesday says bluntly, staring up at the ceiling as I press the tip of my cock against her very tight-looking pussy, painfully dry as well. As I go to rub it first, Wednesday rolls her eyes. "Foreplay is unnecessary; hurry up."

Spitting on my cock, I rub the saliva in briefly as she waits impatiently, pushing the tip against her untouched flower. I don't need to ask, I'm damn sure she's a virgin, but she asked for it.

"Honestly, Wednesday. I raised you better than this," Morticia says, making both of us jump, turning to see her just calmly sitting in the chair, rising. "I'm terribly sorry about her, Lord Raum; she truly is hopeless when it comes to this kind of thing."

She rises, still wearing that low-cut black dress, leaving a lot of cleavage on display as she walks forward and gently guides me to back away from her daughter.

"I fail to see the issue," Wednesday says. "I require a baby; anything else is unnecessary. I've taken a fertility potion; Raum's seed should do the job. All he has to do is have his way with me, and then we can end this nonsense."

"I think not. No daughter of mine is going to lay there like a wet fish, and you're so dry that it'll more likely just be painful and make this take even longer. Honestly, Wednesday, what would your father think?" Morticia scolds, guiding her daughter to stand up. "Lord Raum, sit down please," Morticia requests, reaching around her daughter and unclipping her bra, tossing it aside as she reveals Wednesday's small breasts. "If you insist on doing this, you're going to do it properly. Now, kneel in front of him."

Wednesday scoffs, rolling her eyes even as she lowers herself onto her knees between my legs, giving my cock an annoyed look like it's personally offended her. Morticia kneels behind her daughter.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Wednesday? You're the one who was so impatient; don't just stare at it. Start by stroking it, but I want to see those lips wrapped around Lord Raum's impressive cock. That thing is going to tear you in two, and you wanted to take it dry? How can someone be so smart and yet so foolish," Morticia continues, watching Wednesday reach forward and grasp my cock, slender fingers stroking along my cock before she scoffs loudly and leans forwards, parting her lips, painted black with lip-stick, and takes the crown of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. "That's it; I doubt you can handle his full length, so stroke what you can't reach. Make sure to keep sucking, and put that tongue to work."

This is a little surreal, watching as Morticia grasps her daughter's head and guides it along my shaft, Wednesday still staring up at me, unblinking and emotionless as she fellates my cock.

Morticia looks up at me, those intense dark eyes staring at me with a sly smirk on her lips.

"Lord Raum, don't just sit there. See Wednesday's braids? Grab them, use my daughter's throat," Morticia suggests, making me rise. Wednesday doesn't really react, even as I grip her braids that Morticia offers to me, starting to thrust into Wednesday's mouth as I use her hair to force her to take my cock deeper and deeper. The room is filled with the sounds of her gagging and choking, but she doesn't pull back, and Morticia praises her daughter for handling it so well.

"Oh, don't hold back on her account, Lord Raum. She's your mistress; if you want to pump her throat full of cum, go ahead," Morticia suggests; seeing me holding back and seeing the logic, I let go with a groan of pleasure, Morticia using her hold on Wednesday's head to push her forward until my entire cock is lodged in her daughter's throat. Wednesday's eyes water and her hands go to my thighs, but again she doesn't pull back until I'm finished, stepping back myself.

Wednesday stares up at me, an utter mess with his thick mascara running down her cheeks and my cum leaking from her mouth. Lipstick stains and saliva coat my cock, and Wednesday just glances at it.

"There, it's lubricated. Can we get on with this already?" Wednesday asks, making her mother sigh and rub her forehead. Morticia reaches around her daughter, one hand tweaking her daughter's small breast while the other moves between Wednesday's legs and strokes her pussy.

"Still dry? Honestly, did I give birth to a golem? On the bed, Wednesday," Morticia orders, watching her daughter lie down again. "You're very lucky I thought to check up on you Wednesday; this monster would have ripped you in two."

As she speaks, Morticia grasps my cock and gives it a few strokes, using it to lead me closer to the bed before she gestures for her daughter to move further back, climbing onto the bed herself, her head moving between Wednesday's legs as I hear the sound of Morticia eating out her own daughter.

What the fuck is with this family? Okay, that's hypocritical, but I'm part demon; what's their excuse?

Despite Wednesday's… her-ness, I do hear the quietest gasp after a moment before a nearly silent moan slips out. Morticia's ass waves in my direction, swaying as it is hugged by the tight black dress she's wearing and after a moment, she pulls back and turns to me with a raised eyebrow.

"Lord Raum, I'd certainly not be rude enough to leave our host out," Morticia explains, reaching back and flipping her dress up to reveal an incredibly perky ass, her thong being swallowed by her curvy asscheeks. After a moment, she peels down her thong, the arousal causing it to briefly stick to her pussy before she exposes her cunt and asshole to me. "I'll have this one ready for you soon, please help yourself to whichever hole you prefer while you wait."

"Wouldn't Lord Addams have a problem with that?" I ask, making her laugh.

"My dear, you have an amazing cock, and I can't deny the thought of letting a demon ravish me is an old childhood fantasy of mine, but make no mistake, if I thought for a moment that my presence here would cause even a hint of trouble for mi cariño, I certainly wouldn't be here. Gomez is my world; I'd never cheat on him. He'll just pout a little that he missed out on all the fun," Morticia laughs, wiggling her ass towards me. "Perhaps when he's finished with the remaining business back in America, he can show you a thing or two about how to truly please a woman; he'd be thrilled to teach you his many tricks, but for now… help yourself to the Addams family's generosity."

I need no further prompting, moving onto the bed myself as I move behind Morticia, who gets back to work on Wednesday, grabbing a handful of her amazing ass and squeezing before I line myself up and press the tip of my cock against her wet pussy. With no hesitation, I sheath myself inside the Addams Matriarch, having to grip her hips as I gasp from the sheer tightness and heat coming from her, her internal muscles clenching down on me as she immediately starts to milk me for all I have. I don't know what she's doing, but despite the fact that I've recently climaxed, I have to fight off a second immediately. I hope Wednesday is ready soon because I think Morticia could drain me until I have nothing left to give if I'm left inside her for too long. Her hips move back to meet mine, taking control and setting the pace despite being sandwiched between me and her daughter, and Wednesday's gasps grow in intensity as she stares up at the ceiling.

I don't know if Morticia planned it, but just as her clenching cunt forces me to cum, Wednesday lets out a lewd moan, louder than anything else I've heard from the girl, arching her back as she pushes her pussy against her mother's mouth with a needy whimper.

Immediately, she catches herself and schools her expression to blank disinterest, but I'm too busy groaning in pleasure as my seed spurts into Morticia's waiting womb, flooding her pussy and painting her womb white.

I pull back and watch as Morticia's pussy closes immediately, trapping my cum inside her as she rolls over and gestures to Wednesday.

"There you go, please, Lord Raum, help yourself to my daughter's teenage pussy. I want to watch her lose her virginity to this fat cock," Morticia says with a sultry smile, pushing her dress off her shoulders and exposing her larger breasts as she tosses the dress aside. "Breed her."

As she speaks, she leans down and takes my cock into her mouth as she sucks the last remnants of cum from it, her tongue doing terrible and wonderful things for just a few moments before she pulls back and grasps my cock again, guiding me between Wednesday's parted legs. Literally guiding me into her daughter, Morticia moves behind me and kisses my neck as she presses her breasts against my back and watches me sink into Wednesday's tight cunt. Honestly, Morticia was tighter, but she was doing something to make herself that way; Wednesday is just her natural tightness from her slender figure.

Morticia runs her hands down my chest and stomach, teasing me before reaching down between us and grasping the base of my cock, guiding it deeper inside her daughter. I groan as the sensation of Wednesday's slick walls clenching around me intensifies with each movement. My thrusts start to pick up speed as Wednesday maintains eye contact, never blinking once as I start to truly pound into the tight cunt of my first mistress. Morticia moves around and lays by her daughter's side, smirking as she watches my cock sink into Wednesday repeatedly.

On Wednesday's other side, a figure starts to form, laid down next to Wednesday, her identical clone watches the proceedings with curious eyes. She looks nearly identical to Wednesday, except she is dressed in white with dirty blonde hair instead of black. The ghost doesn't speak, but she doesn't have to for me to know who she is. Goody watches herself be conceived, which is a sentence I never thought I'd be thinking, and as I finally groan and sheath myself inside Wednesday, feeling my cock twitch desperately as it unleashes its fertile load into Wednesday's waiting womb, Goody vanishes entirely as Wednesday lets out a moan and her body clenches down on me.

The ritual circle on Wednesday's stomach flashes with a purple light, and for the first time, Wednesday smiles softly before it fades just as quickly.

"It's done," Wednesday says, pulling herself off my cock and watching for a moment as my thick seed leaks from her, reaching for her clothes.

"Now, now, Wednesday, don't be so rude. Lord Raum was kind enough to give you what you wanted; now comes the part where you show your gratitude," Morticia scolds with an amused smile as Wednesday sighs.

"Thank you," Wednesday says, her tone entirely flat as Morticia laughs.

"No, no, that won't do," Moritica says, pulling us both off the bed as she gestures for me to sit at the end of the bed. "See how hard he still is? You aren't going to leave until that cock is soft. You are his mistress now, remember?"

"Ugh," Wednesday says, dropping to her knees with a roll of her eyes as her mother joins her.

"And I have to show my gratitude for him making me a grandmother," Morticia says with a smile, leaning forward and kissing the side of my cock, Wednesday mimicking her on the other side, both of their lips rubbing along my cock before I pull back. Without me in between them, the pair move forward and share a kiss. Wednesday goes to pull back, but Morticia pursues her daughter; grasping both of their heads, I slide my cock back between their lips, enjoying the mother-daughter blowjob with a smile. Wednesday is a weird girl, but I think I can deal with her eccentricities if this is what I get for it.

Morticia is truly a master at the sensual arts, and the next few hours are a crash course for both myself and Wednesday, who proves to be a quick, if reluctant, study.

– Next Morning –

Waking up to an empty bed, I blink to myself. I'd almost think last night was a dream if it wasn't for the black lipstick stains covering my body and the neatly-written note on the bedside table.

'Wednesday slipped away while we slept, and I decided to leave you to your slumber. A truly unforgettable ball; here's to many more as our families grow closer in every way. I've left you something to remember me by and a little surprise as well. See you sooner than you think, Morticia.'

Her thong sits on my bedside table, along with a picture that is faced down. Picking it up, my eyebrow raises at the sight of two raven-haired young women posing for the camera, kissing and groping each other as a younger Morticia makes out with a younger Yennefer, a third equally raven-haired, equally naked girl coming into the frame before it resets.

I have to pause and watch it several times to place the girl before I lean back with a frown. That's Aunt Bellatrix, but while they are younger, they're still very clearly graduated by this point… and Mother told me that she and Bella stopped talking during their sixth year.

I'd say Bellatrix is in her early twenties in the picture, but by then, she was a Death Eater, right? 

Shaking my head, I pocket it as I look at the clock. I don't have much time, because the summer has come to an end. It's time to go back to school. I'll get my answers later.

— Bonus Scene — Lavender Brown

"Heya, Gray!" Lavender said as she entered the compartment he was in, watching as he turned to her and Parvati with a questioning look.

"Hello, Miss Brown, Miss Patil," Gray said calmly, closing his book. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Lavender grinned, sitting opposite him as she smiled.

"As it happens, yes, there is. You're one of the top students in our year, right?" Lavender asked, making him nod slowly.

"I am, why?" Gray asked, leaning back as he looked between them.

"So, me and Parvati got really into divinations last year," Lavender admitted, making Gray raise an eyebrow. "A little too into it because our grades in everything else slipped hard."

"We've been put on the remedial course and need to do a series of remedial exams to prove we've caught up to the rest of our year, but I'll be honest, I'm not good at studying," Parvati explained, making Gray look towards her. "So we were hoping that you could kinda mentor us like you do Astoria? We talked to her at the ball, and she said you're really good. It's just for a couple of months; that's when the exams are."

This had been her idea to help Parvati get one up on her sister. A reason for them to spend plenty of time with Gray. Also, they really did need the help to be perfectly honest.

"While I won't say no outright, I do have some questions. Firstly, don't you share a room with Granger, the top student in our year? For that matter, your sister is also one of the best. Surely, your sister or roommate would be a better choice."

"Here's the thing… Granger is super smart, but she's hard to work with, you know?" Lavender asked with an awkward smile. "She's the type of girl who explains things once and wonders why you don't understand it as easily as she did; I've asked her for help with my homework before, and while I do like the girl, being tutored by her sounds like hell."

"I'll be honest. I love my sister, but I would rather deepthroat a cactus than go and beg her for help. She would never let me live it down, and I managed to convince my dad that the remedial course wasn't a big deal; it very much is a big deal. Like, kicked out of Hogwarts if we do badly enough, big," Parvati admitted, making Gray hum. "We could really use the help."

"Are you really saying that it'd be a bad thing to spend time with the two of us all alone? I know some guys would kill to have our undivided attention," Lavender flirted, making Gray smirk slightly. "And we'd be so grateful if you could help us~"

Leaning forward, she let her Hogwarts robe part just enough to show what she was wearing under it, which was to say nothing at all, as Parvati moved over and sat next to him, placing one hand on his thigh as she started to gently rub it.

"We'd owe you big time, Gray," Parvati agreed, flicking her wand as the compartment door locked and the curtains closed. "We'd be happy to pay for your time. I'm sure we can make a deal that leaves us all satisfied. Maybe you'd like a downpayment?" Parvati asked in a breathy voice, rubbing his chest and kissing his neck as Lavender moved to the other side of him.

"As it happens, I do think I can find the time to help you," Gray finally said, making them grin at each other. And with that, Parvati took the lead over her nerdy sister. Let's see Padma top this.