Lady Anastasia Greengrass

House Greengrass had a secret. Or rather, perhaps it was better put that Lady Anastasia, the Matriarch of House Greengrass, had a secret. After all, it wasn't as if her daughters knew about the blood curse that had plagued their family for generations now. No one but she knew about that, and for good reason too.

Hundreds of years ago, House Greengrass had it all. They were the cream of the crop of wizarding society, the top of the pyramid when it came to hierarchy and influence, and all because of their immense magical power. They were just born stronger than others, and that in and of itself led to them rising above all the rest.

But then one of their enemies sought to humble them. Their Matriarch at the time, an Alcina Greengrass that Anastasia herself took after in many ways, had angered one too many people with her attitude. Finally, her haughty arrogant and all around overconfidence led to a blood curse being laid upon their family line.

Now, the blood curse did not have the immediate effect that the enemy who placed it intended. Because of just how naturally powerful Greengrasses were, it took a while longer to actually take affect… and in the end, the only thing that happened in the immediate was swift and exacting retribution, as the casting of the blood curse allowed Lady Alcina to hunt down the ones responsible and utterly obliterate them.

To everyone else in the wizarding world at the time, it seemed as if the plan to humble the Greengrasses was a total favor. Lady Alcina seemed stronger than ever in the wake of the attempt, leading most to believe that the blood curse had failed, that House Greengrass had some sort of protection against it. No one had tried again… but that was about the only good thing to come out of that mess.

Because the blood curse had NOT failed. House Greengrass had not been protected against it, Lady Alcina had been too arrogant, too convinced of her own superiority. In the end, her family had paid the price for it and the blood curse lingered to this day, all these centuries later. Slowly but surely, it had built up strength over time, doing what it should have done in mere months and years, instead over the course of decades and centuries.

But the passage of time was a harsh mistress nonetheless, and slowly but surely revealed the effects of the blood curse. First it was the Blacks of House Black rising above their station. Except, when they proved magically capable of it, it was no longer 'rising above their station'. Instead, it was 'taking their rightful place at the top of the hierarchy', while House Greengrass had to be happy with second best.

After House Black, it was House Potter. Those noble, honorable fools were a fair bit kinder about it, but there was no denying their ascension. Once again, House Greengrass was supplanted. On and on it went, until their history was all but forgotten by the rest of the wizarding world, and the Lords and Ladies of House Greengrass no longer had the power to make them remember. On and on it went, until they were surpassed even by smaller, foreign houses like that of House Malfoy.

These days, a Greengrass was not much more powerful than your common witch or wizard. To say nothing of their constitutions… Daphne was a bit better off then most had been in recent generations, and Anastasia herself might just be the most powerful Greengrass witch to live since Alcina. But Astoria… Anastasia's youngest was a product of the worst the blood curse had to offer, always being softer and a bit frailer, always being a bit less powerful magically.

It was only due to incredible work on the part of House Greengrass that nobody thought it a family ailment that Astoria had. Genetic and lifelong, perhaps, but they assumed it came from Astoria's other half, that of her father's line. There was a very good reason for that… Lady Anastasia, and the Greengrass Lords and Ladies who had lived before her, had all worked very hard to keep the blood curse under wraps, even as they researched tirelessly for a way to fix it.

In Anastasia's time, only one person had managed to uncover the truth of the blood curse, and only because of his… close proximity to her. While her late husband had done decently enough in producing two daughters for Anastasia, that did not give the limp-dicked weakling of a man the right to go snooping through her study, probing her affairs.

He sought a way to control her, a way to control the Greengrass Fortune even though he was an outsider who'd married into the family, who had no real power. She allowed him to prance about with the title 'Lord Greengrass', but in truth, he was never anything but Lord Consort Greengrass. His power was limited, and in the end she had the ultimate authority, something he had inevitably chafed under.

When he'd discovered evidence of their family's blood curse, he thought he'd found his way of controlling her. In the end though, he'd only found his death. Anastasia was no Black Widow, no Zabini to take pleasure in luring in wizards and slaking her lusts upon them, only to discard them like trash… but when her husband did in fact turn out to be trash, she discarded him all the same and carried on with the stiff upper lip expected of her as Lady Greengrass.

Needless to say, neither Daphne nor Astoria knew about the blood curse. If anything were to happen to her, Anastasia had left behind letters for both, along with all of her research and all of her notes on the subject. They would be able to continue her work, though privately she suspected Daphne would make more progress than Astoria.

In the meantime, however, Anastasia was more than happy to keep them both in the dark. Even with the blood curse halving her age, she still had a few more decades in her yet. If she could just solve the problem, then she wouldn't have to involve her daughters. Hell, she wouldn't even wither away and die in the same lifespan as a, ugh, muggle.

Regardless, all of this build up was to say that there was effectively nothing Lady Anastasia Greengrass would not do in pursuit of her goals. There were no steps she would not take in order to find a way to remove the blood curse from her family line. To that end, almost everything that the Matriarch of House Greengrass did could be said to advance her cause. Including marrying her daughter into House Malfoy.

Astoria was not just a pawn to Anastasia, no matter what anyone said… but they all had to make sacrifices in pursuit of their ultimate goal, even if her frail daughter had no idea there even was an ultimate goal. A few years back, Anastasia had heard rumors that House Malfoy's library was growing in the right… directions for her needs. Specifically, in a very Dark Direction.

Now, her own research into the blood curse had been stymied by a lack of material for decades by that point. Because of how old and ancient the magic afflicting her family was, Anastasia found her wells of knowledge drying up quite fast when she started working on the issue. There were only a few libraries left in the entire world, let alone Great Britain, that might have what she needed at this point.

Needless to say, she wasn't going to be getting access to the Black Library any time soon. Despite House Black's fall from grace in recent times, their possessions had remained locked up tighter than Azkaban… though given the breakouts in recent years, perhaps that turn of phrase was no longer appropriate. Regardless, marrying Astoria into House Malfoy was supposed to actually solve two problems at once, in that regard. Given that Draco Malfoy was slated to be the next Lord Black at the time that Anastasia had placed her plans in motion.

Needless to say, that hadn't worked out nearly as well as she'd hoped. Instead, the Black Library was currently in the hands of a Potter and Draco was dead. The two things were mutually exclusive as far as Lady Anastasia could tell, but it was nevertheless aggravating. Still, if House Malfoy's library could help her out, then it didn't matter. And with Draco dead and Narcissa seemingly embracing Astoria as her widowed daughter-in-law in spite of that, it felt like it was finally time to make her move.

That was why Anastasia Greengrass was currently in the Malfoy Manor, ostensibly arriving to visit her daughter and Narcissa after she'd heard about Draco's demise. To her mild surprise however, she'd found no tears or sadness from the pair as the three of them had sat down for tea. Instead, both witches had expressed cold indifference on the matter, even Narcissa, who Anastasia could have sworn adored, doted upon, and spoiled her son with reckless abandon.

Still, even that was not the most shocking occurrence of all. No, that had to come down to the new addition to the Malfoy Family in the form of Jocasta Malfoy. The dumb blonde bimbo had been running around in muggle lingerie that admittedly did a decent job of showing off her indecent figure when Anastasia had arrived. The dimwitted girl had pranced about the place, asking if her 'daddy' would like it despite Lucius Malfoy being quite dead.

Needless to say, it wasn't hard for Anastasia to read between the lines on THAT front, though it was more than a little odd how both Narcissa and Astoria coddled the girl. Even when Jocasta had the gall to molest Anastasia's own generous assets (Daphne had gotten her ass, while Astoria got her tits), the audacity had ultimately gone unpunished save for a chuckle and a soft-handed reprimand from the Lady Malfoy.

It was especially galling that Anastasia had to simply sit there and take it, and a reminder that their family truly had fallen immensely far, to the point that they were marrying into a minor foreign house like the Malfoys and forced to bend to their idiocy.

Eventually though, Narcissa does get her 'missing' daughter to settle down and Anastasia can finally get around to asking after her daughter's health. The question provokes another slightly odd reaction however, as Narcissa and Astoria exchange a glance and a smile before Astoria fields the question.

"I've been doing well, mother. In spite of my frail constitution, I've found that rigorous exercise can improve my health quite a bit. I'm still… fragile, but I think with more time, I can build up my stamina some more."

She sounds almost proud, so Anastasia refrains from wrinkling her nose. It sounds to her like her daughter is engaging in… physical exercise. Like some muggle! Now, that wasn't to say that Lords and Ladies of House Greengrass hadn't found great results from physical exercise in the past, but those results were always… personal. It did nothing to help the family as a whole.

What right did they have to better themselves at the expense of their future descendants? Not that Anastasia would begrudge her daughter her efforts. Still, to rely on what muggles used to get healthier instead of good, natural magic… ugh, it just didn't bear thinking on too hard.

"That's good to hear, daughter dear. On that note, I was hoping I might be able to peruse the Malfoy Library, Narcissa. Perhaps your family will have something to help with Astoria's condition that my own library does not."

Narcissa and Astoria exchange another glance, one that Anastasia can't quite decipher. In the end, the Lady Malfoy just smiles and shrugs.

"Of course. That said, I don't know if you'll find anything. We've already checked after all, and we didn't discover much that would help with Astoria's condition. Certainly nothing… legal. What you're looking for is probably contained within the Black Library, currently under the dominion of Lord Potter-Black."

Anastasia's upper lip curls into a sneer in spite of herself. While it pleased her to hear that Narcissa and Astoria had been seeking out solutions and had already perused the Malfoy Library, obviously THEY didn't know that they were seeking to cure an ancient blood curse dating back hundreds upon hundreds of years. Rather, they thought they were just trying to cure one girl's frail constitution.

Furthermore, while Narcissa is right and the Black Library probably WOULD have what Anastasia needed, the idea of going to the Head Auror and asking to be allowed to research the Dark and likely HIGHLY illegal books in his possession repulses Anastasia quite a bit. The Lady Greengrass can't cure her family's blood curse from prison, now can she?

Carefully, she explains this in her response.

"While I appreciate the suggestion and have no doubt that you're probably right… it seems somewhat foolhardy to be approaching the Head Auror with such concerns. I wouldn't want to make him suspicious of me when there's absolutely no reason to be."

Her and Narcissa exchange knowing looks at that… except perhaps Narcissa thinks she knows something that Anastasia doesn't, because the next thing she does is turn to Astoria.

"Astoria, darling, can you take Jocasta elsewhere for a bit so that your mother and I can talk in private?"

"Of course, Mother-in-Law. Mother."

Curtsying to both of them, Astoria pulls the scantily clad blonde simpleton from the room. Anastasia very deliberately bites her tongue to avoid making any comments about Jocasta Malfoy as she instead looks to Narcissa somewhat curiously, wondering what she has to say that couldn't be said in the presence of Astoria.

"It might surprise you to learn that the Head Auror can in fact be bargained with, my dear. Harry Potter is not the Paragon of Light that some of the families would have you think, nor the Beacon of Truth and Virtue that Dumbledore clearly wanted him to be. He is his own man… with a man's desires."

And then Narcissa proceeds to regale Anastasia with tales of just what she and the Head Auror had gotten up to together. To hear of how the Lady of House Malfoy debased and degraded herself before Harry Potter turns Anastasia's stomach… while making the contents of said stomach curdle as Narcissa talks about the events as if they were actually entertaining and enjoyable and even PLEASURABLE for her.

Reading between the lines, Anastasia thinks she's getting the picture. Harry Potter was a man, just like Narcissa had said. And all men could be swayed with a woman's wiles. Anastasia herself had used her body in such a way many a-time over the years to get what she wanted. Her husband was the most obvious case, though before and after him, there had been other men, other wizards who had fallen under her sway and given up more than they thought they would because of her… persuasive bent.

She truly was no black widow like that bitch Zabini, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to wrap a man around her little finger and bend him to her will without him ever even realizing it in the first place.

Still, it was a little risky, was it not? When Anastasia brings up this point with Narcissa, the Lady Malfoy just shrugs, smiling mysteriously.

"Perhaps it is risky. Perhaps it's dangerous. I can tell you, being around Lord Potter-Black always is. But… it's also quite worth the risk. And really, do you have any other options?"

Weird as it is for the Lady Malfoy to phrase it like that… she's not wrong. Anastasia had exhausted all other avenues at this point. She knows she needs the Black Library… hell, she's known she needed it for at least a decade by now. The Black Library is the last great repository of magical knowledge from the time period of the British Isles that Anastasia most needs to know about. Other places around the world might have older, deeper magical knowledge, but none had exactly what Anastasia likely needed.

Disgusted, but convinced by her own desperation, Anastasia lets her shoulders slump and her head hang for a moment before giving Narcissa a nod.

"You're right, of course. I assume you can arrange a meeting for me?"

Narcissa's mysterious smile widens into a full grown grin.

"Indeed I can, Lady Greengrass, indeed I can. Oh, and Anastasia… be sure to dress to impress."

-x-X-x-

Taking Narcissa's words to heart, Anastasia goes all out. Taking a page from her ancestor's book, she styles herself after the late, great Alcina Greengrass herself. Not that anyone truly remembers the incredibly powerful, incredibly influential witch, let alone her distinctive look. Still, it's something that Anastasia has always been impressed by, so ahead of her time as Alcina was.

And so, once Narcissa has arranged a meeting between Anastasia and Lord Potter at the Black Family Home, she gets all dressed up. Clad in a form-fitting white dress that swoops low in the front to show off her massive tits and hugs her sides to expose her wide hips and deliciously plump ass, she also does her hair up, styling her black curls just so in a way that lets them swoop down over one shoulder and further draws the eye to her cleavage.

She knows she looks good, and with her wide-brimmed hat to complete the ensemble (the sun had begun to burn Greengrass witches and wizards more and more over the centuries), Anastasia made her way over, intending to completely knock Harry Potter off his feet and seduce the absolute hell out of him.

When she arrives at the Black Family Home, a house elf directs her to a sitting room where the Lord Potter (and Head Auror of Great Britain) is waiting for her. His emerald eyes flash as he rakes his gaze up and down her body, and the smile on his face lets Anastasia know that she's done right by her ancestor. Alcina would be proud.

"Lord Potter. What a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintance after all this time."

She positively purrs as she greets him, striding forward and offering him her hand to kiss the back of, an old, potentially even outdated tradition… but one that she has no problem following, to give a man that first little taste of her flesh.

Taking her hand in his and gently laying his lips across the back of it, Harry's emerald eyes never leave her own, even as they fill with something akin to amusement.

"Lady Greengrass. Indeed, it seems almost like fate itself was keeping us apart until now. Such a shame, that a beautiful woman such as yourself has remained outside of my sphere of knowledge for so, so long. Please, have a seat."

Fate… or Anastasia herself. She'd wanted nothing to do with any of it, from the Boy-Who-Lived to the Dark Lord's stupid idiotic crusade. She'd avoided all of it, and then kept on avoiding Harry Potter even after he became the Man-Who-Won. A child raised by Dumbledore himself to be all that was disgustingly Good and Righteous in the world? She had no time for such silliness.

It seemed however, that she'd misjudged the situation, based off of both what Narcissa had told her, and the way Harry isn't even bothering to keep his eyes off of her body here and now. Smirking easily, the gorgeous MILF decides to just… speed things up a bit. Taking his invitation to sit in a way that was almost certainly unintended, Lady Anastasia plops herself right down into the younger man's lap and gives him a coy, seductive smile.

"Why thank you, Lord Potter."

She's expecting him to be flustered, to be at least a little embarrassed. He's a young man after all, and she's a beautiful, buxom older woman. A MILF, as the kids like to label her type these days. It should be easy enough to make him blush, right? But far from being flustered, Harry doesn't even pink up a little bit. Instead, he simply raises an eyebrow at her challengingly.

"My, how forward of you Lady Greengrass."

Letting her ruby red lips curl into a more wicked version of her initial smile, Anastasia doubles down. In for a penny, in for a pound after all. Turning upon her 'seat', she ends up straddling the well-built young wizard, pushing her ample cleavage forward into Harry's face as she plants her hands on the back of the couch he's sat upon.

His own hands come to her hips almost instinctively, and she ignores the small shudder that runs through her from the feel of a man who thinks he knows what he's doing gripping onto her. In her experience, that sensation was always a false hope. No man truly knew what they were doing when it came to women, even those who expressed confidence in their every movement.

Feeling ever so confident that she's making progress for all that Harry is failing to react outwardly, Anastasia smirks as she grinds herself into his crotch, knowing that sometimes a ham-fisted attempt is all that's needed.

"Well, Lord Potter… I see no reason to beat around the bush. Lady Malfoy has been quite clear in what it takes to get a man such as yourself interested in negotiations. A woman such as MY-self has more than enough in the way of assets to spare."

Sliding his hands from her hips to her ass, Harry gives her an amused, challenging look as he gives her wide derriere a firm squeeze.

"You're not wrong about that, Lady Greengrass."

A little bemused by his dry tone, Anastasia nevertheless doesn't let up. Unfortunately, she can't feel even the slightest erection from the man, despite everything she's done so far. She can tell from what little reaction she HAS gotten that he's not some poof. If he were gay, he wouldn't be happily playing with her pillowy ass like it belonged to him.

But did that mean this was going to be entirely disappointing for her? Was this man going to end up having a tiny dick that she'll have to worship and lavish with praise, just to get what she wanted?

Keeping her growing disappointment off of her face, the gorgeous dark-haired MILF offers Harry a lecherous smile as her bright red lips curl up once more.

"Well, as I'm sure Lady Malfoy told you, I have interest in perusing the Black Library… unsupervised. Do you think such a thing could be arranged?"

Sliding his gaze down to her impressive bust and then back up again, Harry hums consideringly, clearly pretending to think about it.

"… Perhaps."

Anastasia was pretty sure she had the young man's measure by this point. He was so full of himself that nothing she did upfront would be good enough. He was the kind of man who needed his woman to submit herself to him, no matter how powerful or rich said woman was. In all fairness, Harry Potter did have more influence, political might, and gold then Anastasia and House Greengrass did. And from what she'd heard, he probably had just as much magical power if not more than his own ancestors as well.

That all said, there was only one thing that she could do in this situation. She didn't LIKE doing it of course, she didn't enjoy debasing herself. No, if she was going to engage in some D&s play, she was far more likely to be the D, rather than the s. But there was nothing for it. Harry Potter had what she wanted, and she had only one way to get it from him.

Slipping backwards, Anastasia drops out of Harry's lap, his hands leaving her ass as she slides down to the floor before him. Continuing to smile up at him coyly, hiding her true feelings on the matter from her face, the absolute bombshell of a witch prepares to be disappointed as she reaches for his crotch, unbuttoning and pulling down his pants and then his boxers.

She's expecting to see a small pecker at this point, and she's had a lot of experience with arrogant wizards with small peckers. Her husband was the biggest she ever had, and it was half the reason she'd been able to stand him long enough to have two daughters off of him. She couldn't imagine Harry being any bigg-

S-SMACK!

Needless to say, Anastasia Greengrass is not expecting the massive rod of meat that comes flopping out of Harry's boxers and slaps down onto her face without so much as a 'by-your-leave'. What she'd originally thought was a particularly muscular part of his thigh is in fact his cock, jumping ramrod straight in the air once it was released from whatever enchantment was on his underwear, before landing on the center of her face with a hefty, positively MEATY smack.

Anastasia finds herself gulping for air as she stares at the thick cock right in front of her, both wide-eyed and cross-eyed from trying to take it all in. It's not just the size either. The enchantment hid both Lord Potter's erection… and his scent. Now, the full heat of the throbbing penis, as well as it's musk, assault Lady Greengrass in waves, driving the MILF to distraction as she gasps slightly, before beginning to pant just a little unevenly.

The once-confident expression on Anastasia's face is wiped clean as Harry reaches out and grabs hold of her by her hair, dragging her along the length of his cock as he rubs it across one of her cheeks and then the other.

"Problem, Lady Greengrass?"

No… no, there was no problem. There couldn't be, because this changed nothing. So what if he had a massive cock, she still needed access to that Library! Of course, when Anastasia opens her mouth to say as much, Harry doesn't even give her the chance. He slams his cock right into her agape mouth and down the back of her throat, once more without so much as a by-your-leave, pulling her down his length as he gives her a wicked, knowing grin.

"Good. Then let's begin, shall we?"

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

It's not the MILF's first time sucking on a cock, to be clear. She's performed her fair share of fellatio before to get what she wanted. But this… this cock puts all previous ones to shame. And the way Harry is currently treating her… no other man has ever dared be so rough. Anastasia has never allowed it. However, Lord Potter has what she wants, and she can do nothing but take it as he proceeds to fuck her face for his own pleasure.

His cock pistons in and out of her mouth and throat, smearing her ruby red lipstick all over his shaft. Her lips suction down, but truth be told, there's not much she can do besides take it. Her tongue writhes along the underside of his length, but once again, that's all she can manage as she's choked on his cock. Gagging and gurgling, Anastasia soon has to contend with a fair bit of her saliva trickling out of her mouth, drool and slobber alike slowly dripping off of her lower lip and down onto the top of her bust, leaking into her cleavage.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

It's shameful, it's embarrassing, and it's humiliating. If she didn't need to do this to get what she wanted, obviously Anastasia wouldn't be. But she has to endure, she has to outlast this big-dicked b-barbarian of a man. It must be his half-blood status that's left him so… hung. Are all muggles this well-endowed? She's never encountered a half-blood OR muggleborn with any sort of power or influence before, so this is her first time being forced to take a subservient stance in front of one.

It would explain why Harry's cock was just so fucking big, ravaging her poor Pureblood throat with reckless abandon. Or maybe the explanation was simpler than that, and Harry himself was simply incredibly well-endowed, as well as incredibly magically powerful. In a way, it upsets Anastasia. It should have been her family who had all the power, all the wealth, all the influence. They were on top of the world, back when Alcina had been in charge.

To have Lord Potter now using the Lady of House Greengrass' mouth as his own personal fuck hole… it was certainly a fall from grace. But if it led to the end of the blood curse, then Anastasia would suffer the indignity. Nothing could be allowed to keep her from her goal, not even a little humiliation and shame.

As Harry finally pulls her down to his pubes, forcing every last inch of his cock into her throat, he smiles and looks down at her tear-filled eyes. She hasn't started crying yet from the incredibly rough treatment, but she likely will soon, running through her eyeliner and makeup and making even more of a mockery of herself as Harry makes a ruin of her face. Anastasia has already resigned herself to that happening… and she feels somewhat vindicated by Harry's next words as he continues to rail her face with his massive prick.

"I think that we can most certainly arrange for you to peruse the Black Library, Lady Greengrass."

A thrill runs through the back of her mind, even as the gorgeous MILF is continually choked, and face fucked on the biggest cock she's ever handled. But then Harry continues on, and she stops liking what she's hearing as much as before.

"Unfortunately, you won't be able to access it unsupervised. I'll have to be with you every step of the way."

Letting out a negative gurgling noise at that, Anastasia grips at the top of Lord Potter's legs and prepares to pull herself off. But he doesn't let her, smiling down at her as she struggles with him for a bit before giving it up for the moment.

"Now, now. Let me finish. I have no problem with your research, Lady Anastasia. No matter what dark tomes you need to browse through, I will allow it so long as I'm at your side to provide appropriate safety measures."

That… sounded almost too good to be true. Why would the Head Auror be so willing to let her break the law under his direct supervision? Was he trying to force her to incriminate herself so he could say she committed crimes right in front of his very own eyes? But no, then he'd have to admit that he'd kept illegal tomes in the Black Library in the first place, instead of disposing of them immediately as the law required…

"Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!"

"You don't need to worry so much, Lady Anastasia. It's in my best interests to see your research completed and the blood curse on your family line removed. After all, how can I call myself a loving, caring Master if I don't look after the health of my pets and slaves?"

She freezes from the mention of the blood curse that he should in no way know about. That alone is a massive shock for the beautiful buxom Lady Greengrass, enough of one that she doesn't even fully register what he said next. Not until the voice of her daughter suddenly rings out from behind her, shaking her to her core.

"Thank you, Master. This humble servant appreciates your concern so very much~"

Astoria Malfoy-Greengrass sounds both completely honest and somewhat teasing as she speaks, walking ever closer. Anastasia tries far harder to dislodge herself from the meat pillar pistoning down her throat now, but in the end the buxom MILF finds herself unable to do so when Harry disarms her of her hidden wand with a wave of his hand and then restrains her arms behind her back with some invisible force, like she's wearing iron shackles that can't be seen or manipulated except by Harry himself.

"That's my good girl. Go ahead and prepare your mother for my cock, will you? Judging by how she's handled it so far, she's never had something as big as me before. You know how the first time can be."

"Yes, Master~"

Her youngest daughter's hands fall upon her hips and Anastasia can do nothing but struggle ineffectually as Astoria yanks her ass outwards and upwards, turning her kneeling posture into something that's more bent over and humiliating, like a dog or some animal on all fours. As Astoria flips up the back of Anastasia's white dress and then carefully tugs down her lacy black panties, meant to entice and intrigue Harry if she had to go that far, the man in question smiles down at her, his emerald green eyes positively glowing with magical power.

While one hand remains atop Anastasia's head, forcing her back down forth along his cock by his grip on her hair, the other twirls and swirls about, causing something akin to a picture to begin forming in midair, right before her eyes.

"Allow me to explain, my dear. It feels like years ago at this point, that your daughter first approached me. Despite her fragile nature, Astoria is a loyal girl, at the end of the day. She came to me, all fire and brimstone, hoping to save her husband from an ignoble fate in Azkaban."

Before Anastasia's eyes, she watches that scene play out. She watches Astoria screaming for him before ultimately being allowed into his office, where the two of them have a chat. Needless to say, things get hot and heavy fast, though not quite as fast as Anastasia let them unthinkingly get between her and Harry today.

Regardless, around the same moment that she's watching her baby girl suck Harry's cock for the first time, Anastasia feels Astoria's tongue on her cunt. She twitches and tries to pull away, but it's to no avail. Astoria's hands feel surprisingly strong as her youngest most fragile daughter grips harshly at her pale, thicc thighs, holding Anastasia in place and forcing her tongue deep into her own mother's cunt.

Anastasia can only gurgle around Harry's cock at the outrage of it all as she watches her own daughter debase herself to save Draco.

"Afterwards, Narcissa came to me as well, for much the same reason. In the end, they both ended up giving themselves to me… just as you are now. I've wondered for a long time if it's something akin to moths being attracted to a flame. You witches are all so needy, so horny, so… eager to fall under my sway."

Anastasia tries to glare up at Harry, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the reluctant pleasure she's beginning to feel from her youngest daughter's tongue as it works near-expertly to arouse her and get her wet. Astoria is far too good at eating muff, by her mother's estimation, and she's already beginning to drive her wild.

"Of course, Daphne came later on. But she too became mine."

The picture in front of her swirls and changes, and now Anastasia watches as her stronger, more independent daughter… is also bent and broken upon Harry Potter's cock. It takes a lot more, of course, a LOT more, as it should given how Daphne has always been stronger than Astoria. But in the end, Anastasia watches as even her eldest daughter breaks, bondage and brutality combined to ultimately tear Daphne down in the end, until she too knelt before Harry and called him 'Master'.

This couldn't possibly be happening, c-could it? Her daughters, the future of House Greengrass… reduced to this? All of her work, reduced to this? Anastasia lets out a gurgling moan around the cock lodged in her throat as Astoria very nearly brings her off with just her tongue. It's in that moment, it seems, that Harry Potter decides he's had enough with show and tell.

"That's enough foreplay, I'd say. Let's move on to the main event, shall we?"

Smirking quite evilly, the Man-Who-Won flicks his fingers and magic itself seems to leap to obey his every whim. Pulling Anastasia Greengrass off of his cock, Harry lifts her voluptuous, curvaceous MILF body up into the air… and promptly drops her prepared, drooling cunt onto his cock with a fat, hefty SQUELCH!

Anastasia lets out a gargled scream from her overly sore throat as the sudden penetration sends her right over the edge. Rationally, she knows that it's a combination of her daughter's inexplicably skilled tongue and Harry's cock that does it. If he'd just penetrated her to begin with, she certainly wouldn't have instantly cum first thing or anything like that.

But in the end, it matters little. He fills her with his cock and grips her by her wide hips, beginning to bounce her up and down on his fat, massive prick with reckless abandon. All Anastasia can do in response is scream and shout, moaning wantonly and squealing in a humiliating fashion as she's pounded onto Harry's cock, impaled again and again and again.

All the while, the magical moving images of what he'd done to her daughters have moved up with her head. They circle around her, ever-present, always there, swishing past her face, filling her vision. She can't even find the words to express her current feelings, even as the realization hits her of how badly she'd let things become in her pursuit for a cure.

In keeping Astoria and Daphne in the dark about her lifelong research, she had clearly kept them too far apart from her. And so, neither had thought to come to her about this earlier, neither of them had sought out her assistance when Harry Potter first began making his moves. Without her to back them up, they'd fallen under his sway easily. Her daughters belonged to Lord Potter now… and frankly, as she's bounced up and down on his big fat cock and driven wild by his massive prick buried inside of her gushing quim, she can almost understand why they crumbled and submitted.

And then everything gets even wilder as her youngest daughter rejoins the fray. Clearly not interested in letting up on her mother, Astoria grabs at Anastasia's massive pale butt cheeks and spreads them far and wide before leaning in to begin tonguing her own mother's asshole. A distinctly unladylike and incredibly shameful squeal leaves the Lady Greengrass' mouth at that as she finds herself experiencing Harry's fat cock in one hole while her daughter's tongue explores the other.

And if that's not enough, Harry uses his magic to yank down the top of her dress, causing her massive pale tits to explode out of their confines so he can lean forward and begin to suckle at them with a certain gusto. Her sensitive teats are soon elongated and hard from his attention, and it's driving her wild. And then, not to be outdone, her daughter begins to add spanking to the list of things Anastasia is currently experiencing, her hands coming down on the Lady Greengrass' fat ass cheeks as she tongues out her anus.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Back and forth, like a pair of… of bongo drums! It's all too much, the assault from both sides on her senses is very much overwhelming, and Anastasia doesn't know what to do at this point. She's helpless in more ways than one, and in every way that she's used to being in control.

Sexually, she's no match for Lord Potter's prowess OR size, his cock ravaging her insides as he uses her own daughter against her. Magically, she's just as incapable of fighting back, her wand taken from her and the Man-Who-Won's magical power clearly so far above hers that she simply doesn't know what to do in response.

She's trapped, and there seems to be no end to it… any of it. Not the abuse, not the pleasure, not anything. Overwhelmed, the gorgeous MILF cums once more, an almighty squirting orgasm that soaks both Harry and Astoria in her juices. In response, Harry cums as well, his load exploding deep into Anastasia's womb, filling her to the brim with hot, white spunk. It's the most any man has ever cum inside of her, that's for sure, and something tells Anastasia that it's actually more unlikely for her NOT to get pregnant after such an intense, thick, massive creampie.

Delirious and besides herself with emotion and overwhelming sensation, Anastasia can only moan, her head lolling to one side as she pants heavily, her massive tits heaving up and down as her fat nipples stand up straight in the open air. At least… at least it's over and done with, right?

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Harry can't help but be amused at the sight of another high-and-mighty MILF, broken on his cock. Perhaps she's not quite there yet, but even if she isn't… Lady Anastasia Greengrass is well on her way. What's to come next will likely bring them ever closer to the finish line. Smirking, he pushes Anastasia back off of his lap and into Astoria's waiting arms.

While it was obvious that the gorgeous MILF thought she was keeping her family's blood curse a secret from everyone, she should have known better than to think he wouldn't notice something was up. Or rather, she should have kept a better eye on the only other two examples of said blood curse besides herself. Her daughters were open books to Harry at this point, while his senses were far greater than your average human, especially when it came to blood curses.

Regardless, gripping Anastasia by her thicc pale thighs, he pulls her legs up into the air so that Astoria can take ahold of them. The youngest Greengrass does so, holding her mother by the ankles as Harry presses the head of his cock up against Anastasia's unclaimed, defenseless anus. The heavily lidded, exhausted look that's on the MILF's face vanishes as her eyes shoot open upon his intrusion, her ruby red lips forming into a puckered O as his cock penetrates her final orifice.

Harry laughs at the expression on the bombshell MILF's face, even as he begins to drive his cock into her again and again.

"What, you didn't think we were done yet, did you? I'm not one to leave a stone unturned… or a hole unclaimed."

Quivering in fresh horror, Anastasia Greengrass tries to struggle once more. She tries, but sandwiched between him and her daughter, she doesn't get anywhere. Harry smiles as he takes his time slowly thrusting into her ass, while Anastasia tries to appeal to her daughter's sense of loyalty.

"A-Astoria, release me t-this instant! You mustn't b-be party to this!"

Her attempt at strict, mature disciplinarian is somewhat ruined by her stammering and stuttering, and in the end Astoria just giggles as she holds onto her mother by the ankles, letting Anastasia rest back against her body as Harry fucks into the Lady Greengrass' ass.

"I really have to thank you, mother. Not only for your attempts to save me and Daph from the blood curse… but also for finally giving me this chance to experience an incestuous orgy like all the other mother-daughter pairs our Master has enslaved get to have. Honestly, Narcissa tried her best… but it really wasn't the same. Oh how I've longed for this moment~"

Anastasia whimpers, even as Astoria looks past her mother to make eye contact with Harry himself, licking her lips and egging him on.

"Give it to her harder, Master! Don't let up, not even for a moment! She needs to learn who she belongs to, just as me and my sister did! I only wish Daphne was here so all THREE of us could get wrecked on your cock!"

Needless to say, even if they're directed at him, Astoria's words have just as much of an effect on her mother as they do on Harry himself. He fucks Anastasia's ass all the harder, while Anastasia in turn reacts… well, her horror-filled eyes roll back in her head as he ups the tempo, and her unoccupied, cream-filled pussy is soon squirting uncontrollably, her juices coming back down onto her and Astoria as she ultimately soaks the two of them, cumming every time Harry bottoms out inside of her ass.

So much for the great man-eater, Anastasia Greengrass. Sure, she'd only had the one husband, but Harry had looked into the woman all the same when she'd shown up on his radar. She thought she was all that, she thought she was on top of the world. Strong, independent, and so very assured of her own sexuality. Propped up by her gorgeous body, Lady Greengrass thought she was hot-shit.

Needless to say, Harry was more than proving that she was nothing more than another needy whore for his cock. Her ancestor Alcina Greengrass, who she venerated so damn much, would be so very disappointed in her… if the woman didn't end up breaking on his bitch breaker as well if brought up against it, to be fair.

Finally, with a loud groan, Harry cums deep inside of Astoria's mother, and the youngest Greengrass witch gets to watch as the eldest's stomach expands from the sheer volume of seed being pumped up into her ass. Even before he's finished, Astoria is whispering in her delirious, half-unconscious mother's ear, promising the older witch that she'd suck every last drop of cum from her ass.

Frankly, it sounds super fucking sexy, so Harry lets Astoria go ahead and do it. They can carry on with the reason Anastasia is here once her daughter is done having her fill. Astoria has been such a good girl for her Master, after all… and good girls always get rewarded.

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Some time later, Harry holds Anastasia Greengrass up by her thighs, lifting her aloft and bouncing her up and down on his cock in spite of her thicc figure. She's one of the most voluptuous, curvaceous witches that Harry has ever fucked in fact, but his magic and his own physical prowess allow him to hold her aloft easily enough all the same.

By now, Anastasia is barely conscious as he impales her on his prick again and again. Head lolling from side to side, it's not even certain that she remembers where she is or why she was here in the first place any longer. All the same, Harry made a promise and he's all too happy to keep it. Walk-fucking Anastasia into the Black Library, he smiles at what's waiting for them there. Or rather, who.

Hermione and Padma are dressed in slutty, erotic versions of their old school uniforms, the two horny bookworms' nipples showing through their thin white blouses, while their micro-skirts are more like belts in the colors of their respective Hogwarts Houses then actual skirts. Their wet pussies are exposed for all to see as they both bite their lower lips at the sight of Harry already fucking someone else on his big fat cock. Needless to say, they were clearly both hoping it would be one of them that would be getting fucked soon.

"Hello girls. I've made a promise to dear Lady Greengrass here that I'll help solve her family's blood curse. Of course, my own research into the matter has uncovered even more than House Greengrass has managed to uncover in centuries. For instance, this gorgeous MILF whore still doesn't know that it was actually House Black who plotted out the blood curse in the first place, using the other house that Alcina Greengrass ended up utterly destroying as a scapegoat for their machinations."

Smirking, Harry walks himself and Anastasia forward, with Hermione and Padma taking up position on either side of him. Not entirely unexpectedly, Lady Greengrass doesn't respond to a single word he says, barely conscious at this point, let alone capable of cognizance or comprehension. Hermione and Padma, however, are hanging off his every word like the knowledge-hungry little bookworm sluts they are, so Harry continues on.

"Without a doubt, if there's a way to cure an ancient blood curse like the one on House Greengrass, the way to do so will be contained within this library. I know you two have been doing plenty of research, so show me what you've come up with so far. Or rather, show us what you've come up with so far."

Reaching up, Harry pats Anastasia's cheek a few times.

"Lady Greengrass? Are you ready to do some research? We're in the Black Library now~"

Mumbling, moaning, and mewling hopelessly, it's quite obvious that Anastasia Greengrass is entirely out of it. Harry just chuckles and shrugs and continues using the gorgeous bombshell of a woman as a cock-cozy for the time being as he gets down to business and Hermione and Padma begin to show him what they've done.

He might deign to save House Greengrass from the blood curse… in fact, he almost certainly would. But by the time he was finished, the third and final member of their three-member house would belong to him. The Greengrass Matriarch, enslaved to his will just as her daughters already were…

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