CH 10: Ministry Attack Force

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Good choice, mother," I said, and leaned for another kiss. This time, surprising me even further, her tongue was active. Not active enough to actively try to push into my mouth, not even enough to meet mine on the halfway. Still, it was enough to caress my tongue as I aggressively explored her mouth. I could feel my pleasure building up. "I'm about to cum, mother," I said, pulling back, enjoying the pure look of panic on her face before locked her lips once more. I started sprouting inside her as she trembled in throes of yet another orgasm, her walls squeezing to extract the last few errant drops. I pulled away from her lips once more, and whispered. "You are mine, mother."

she nothing and I smiled.

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{[Now]}

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It was finally the August the first, the wedding date for the nuptials between Fleur Delacour and William Weasley. The day Ministry of Magic would fall. The day my plan would begin.

I was standing with the Death Eater group targeting the Weasley wedding, my so-called failure in Hogwarts at the end of the school year disqualifying me from joining the Ministry Attack Force. On my hand, I held the wand I purchased from Ollivander's during the holiday, the Elder Wand safely secured in a hidden holster on my arm. Of course, I wasn't too sad about missing the opportunity to join the ministry attack. The wedding allowed me to target several key underrated players in where their response options were severely limited.

The assigned leader, Avery, signaled the beginning of the assault, and I squeezed my hold over the provided portkey. An awful tugging sensation later, I was in the of chaos. The stunners were flying out of the Death Eaters, while the wedding guests were trying to escape, limiting themselves to shields and defensive constructs. I didn't know it was because they realized Death Eaters were the new legal authority and trying to limit their law-breaking, or whether it was the stupid pacifism of the Dumbledore's gang, trying to fight a war with childish hexes while the other side spread Dark curses like candies in Halloween.

My attention was instantly grabbed by the bride, Fleur Delacour. Wrapped in a white wedding dress, illuminated by an inner fire, even during all the chaos, she looked like a beautiful spirit from the fairyland. Someone less evil might experience tender emotions against the fate that ruined her biggest moment, but I had only one thought in my mind. Ruining her under my selfish attention. And to do that, I needed two people. My first attention was to capture her husband, and using him as a leverage to push my demands on her. Then, I noticed a small, blond-haired child fading in the orchard, overlooked by everyone else. "Perfect," I murmured, disillusioned myself, and subtly switched to Elder Wand. An apparition later, I was next to her, dropping her with a stunner before she could even react. I took a hold of her arm, apparated to Malfoy Manor, and left her in one of the unused rooms, unconscious, and apparated back, ready to join the fray. Of course, I didn't have the slightest desire to harm her, because, for all I did, I wasn't a monster enough to hurt children. But her absence would be enough to give me the opening I needed.

On the edge, I could see Hermione, Ron, and a random looking guy -who I assumed Harry Potter under the effects of the Polyjuice- apparating away. I did nothing to stop them, a lot of my plans was based on them getting away without any issue. I needed someone to run around and distract Voldemort while I brought his downfall, after all. I turned my attention towards the rest of the group, switched to my support wand, canceled my invisibility, and started to attack the group, though it wasn't very noteworthy combat, the main resistance was already broken, and we were collecting the straddlers, though I was happy to note that both Fleur and her husband were amongst the stunned group. It gave me the opportunity to start molding her before she learned her sister's absence.

Gaining access to the holding cell hadn't been difficult. With the takeover, everything was in chaos, and the prisoners from the wedding were a low priority target. Voldemort already declared that he wasn't interested in killing them, believing that with Dumbledore dead and Potter missing, the resistance would fade away unless he did something really aggressive, like killing a lot of pureblood wizards without provocation. I had a feeling Snape had a particular hand behind that decision, and not because he wanted to ensure the success of Voldemort's cause, but I let it be. After all, no one was aware but the current situation helped me the most, especially with the order that the prisoners were not to be touched.

A quick imperius to a Death Eater and a forged order later, and I was responsible for the cells, just in case one of the other Death Eaters had a similar idea to use her. She was mine, and she was too precious to share with that uncouth brutes. I waited a couple hours, just to make sure nothing was going on, then imperiused the other guard, ordering him to act normal. Then, I walked to the solitary cell Fleur was being held on, and cast a concealment ward around it. It was a simple ward, one that would isolate the cell as well as making it a bit harder to detect. Of course, with the Elder Wand, it became much stronger. I wasn't a Fidelius, but it was enough to keep anything away as long as they weren't deliberately looking for Fleur's cell, and even then, it required a significant willpower to breach the concealment.

I was ready to enter after one last touch. I wanted to feed some potion to her to loosen her a bit, but I had a feeling she would reject any food or drink I presented, and I didn't want to force her to drink anything. So, I whipped out my cock and rubbed it with a lust potion, quite stronger than one I used on Narcissa. It had a bit of aftertaste, but unlike Amortentia, it didn't wary depending on the drinker's preferences. I was willing to bet that Fleur wouldn't notice it, her mind would busy with more important concerns.

With my preparations complete, I had entered the cell, and saw Fleur sitting on the only bed in the room. Considering it took just a spell to ensure it's cleanliness, the room must be intentionally dirty. Not that I had any problems, the rundown ambiance definitely add some unique tint to the incoming experience. Still, it wasn't as important as the blond woman sitting on it, dressed in a long white dress that had been pristinely white just hours ago, but now, covered with patches of dirt, with occasional torn patches around the skirt. Her hair was similarly disrupted, her earlier immaculate strands messily sprawled to her neck. But even with all, she was one of the most beautiful things I had ever lay eyes upon. I would enjoy ruining her.

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