We did it like crazy; Andromeda let herself go completely. We started in the main hall, on the furniture, the floor, and the walls. Then we moved through the rest of the rooms. The next was Walburga's, where Andromeda made me fuck her on the bed, making sure our fluids were splattered everywhere, while the witch's portrait watched us. After that, we continued in the other rooms, bathrooms, kitchen, hallways, and stairs. The tormented witch was a witness to our actions the entire time.
Then came what almost broke her: Andromeda made me fuck her ass directly in front of Walburga, smiling with a sick cruelty as she watched the painted face contort with disgust.
"Look at it well, Auntie... look at me... look at me while he fucks away the last piece of dignity you thought I had left..." she whispered, and then she moaned loudly so she couldn't cover her ears without hearing her anyway.
When she was full, overflowing, she didn't stop: she placed the portrait on the floor, mounted it, and opened her holes with both hands, letting my semen run directly onto Walburga's face.
"Look at me, you old bitch. This is what's left of your 'family pride': me, dripping like a whore all over your painted face... but I think I'm being selfish by not sharing," she laughed with an obscene malice.
Before Walburga could react, Andromeda sat on her, resting her soaked cunt directly on the painted lips, as if she wanted to mark her forever.
"Maybe we should paint some muggles on this portrait so they can fuck you too... or better, some animals, hybrids... to fill you up until the paint wears off. You shouldn't be the only one having fun."
And as she said it, she came again, rubbing her cunt against the living portrait, mixing fluids with the paint as if she wanted to erase her image.
Yes, Andromeda held a lot of resentment... but hearing her, seeing her movements and that sensual tone only increased my desire to possess her non-stop.
I'm sorry, Walburga, my deepest condolences. I'm sure this could become a habit. Blame yourself for not being more understanding with your niece and for having a family that was too traditional for your own good.
...
"So… what do you expect me to do now that I'm head of the Black family?" Andromeda asked.
There we were, sitting face to face at the table, drinking tea, still naked after a long bout of debauchery. Under the table, her foot kept stroking my shaft, as if trying to force it back to life for another round. Though she looked calm, all I could think about was turning into beasts again. She had unleashed herself completely, and now nothing else seemed to matter. She wanted to prolong this improvised "honeymoon" without end, but there were matters we couldn't ignore. We couldn't spend the next few months just fucking… though that was exactly what she wanted.
"Well," I answered, my attention still fixed on that mischievous foot, "the main thing is for you to rise in power—at least for a couple of years. I'll need your support, and it would help if you used the connections the Black family still has to make things smoother. But if you can't, that's fine… just give it your best. Otherwise, I'll find another path."
"Politics?" she pouted, her lips curving into an almost childlike sulk. "Why can't we just run away to the [Fief] and live there for the rest of our lives? Believe me, I can make it… very interesting." Then she slid her other foot under the table, doubling down on her teasing.
"Ehh… I'm tempted…" I confessed with a shiver, grabbing her feet with my hands to guide her caresses. "But we've got things to do. Don't worry, we won't lack for fun. What we've done so far is nothing… we haven't even tried certain things yet, and I'm sure you'll love them."
Andromeda smiled silently, focused only on making me finish. Truth be told, sweaty, covered in fluids, still panting from our wild frenzy, she had never looked more beautiful. It was as if she had rejuvenated again; by closing her chapter with the Black family and surrendering herself fully to pleasure, she had shed a weight—becoming even more irresistible.
At last, I came on her feet, and with her newfound youthful flexibility she managed to lick them, tempting me into one more quick round. But I knew it was a vicious cycle—if I gave in again, I'd lose even more time.
"You should ask Walburga for advice. She probably knows more about politics… and the family's connections," I said, glancing at the painting lying on the floor, smeared with semen and other fluids until it looked like a canvas of abstract whites. "Of course… after you clean it."
"I'll clean it later… very slowly… while remembering everything we did and how it ended up like this." She smirked wickedly. "I should be grateful, they say semen is good for the skin. Even if she's just a painting, she should thank you for making her prettier."
"You hold quite a grudge," I remarked, though there was no reproach in my voice.
"Not against her in particular… but she's the only one I can vent on," she admitted coldly.
"Well, I need to go see your daughter… want me to leave a clone behind?" I asked as I cleaned myself magically and began to dress.
"No… it would only tempt me, and I can't do anything with a clone," she said, eyeing me with playful resentment. Then she smacked my ass and added with malice: "Go give my daughter a good fucking too. I don't want her saying she's dry because of me."
...
At the fief, the moment I arrived I went straight to where Tonks and my daughter were. I was surprised to see she was still with her, that she hadn't taken her to Gemma. I had been keeping an eye on them from a distance through the clones I left here, and they really had been together all this time.
"How are the two prettiest girls in the fief?" I asked to draw their attention.
Tonks stiffened at the sound of my voice and looked at me with pure hatred. She didn't move, her tech-arm extended, while Ruby dangled from the tip of her tail, swinging back and forth like it was a swing.
"Look who finally decided to show up… your worthless daddy," she told the girl, who seemed utterly indifferent as she kept swinging.
Ruby didn't seem to care about my arrival… at least not until she let go of her tail and went flying, landing face-first on the ground. But she quickly got up and began crawling with her hands and tail until she reached me. With childlike agility, she climbed up my legs and coiled herself around my torso.
"I missed you too, my little one," I said, stroking the part of her body wrapped around me.
"That kid's tough…" Tonks sighed, recalling her time as babysitter. "I nearly had a heart attack several times in just this day and a half."
"Tell me about it…" I replied with a faint smile. "You don't know how many times she's fallen. But I figured it out a while back. She seems to have some special resistance at this stage—extra membranes over her vital organs, softer bones and tissues that absorb impacts… When she grows, it might change, but by then she'll have developed her own defenses."
As I spoke, I tickled her playfully. Ruby didn't show any visible reaction, but if you looked closely, the tip of her tail quivered just slightly.
"I also can't figure out when she's happy, sad, or angry…" Tonks admitted, lowering her gaze. "I don't know if I did things right. At times I thought she was asleep, but in reality she was just still. It was hard to guess what she needed or wanted, beyond when she bit my clothes asking for food."
"Yes, that's just how she is," I replied calmly, stroking her scales. "I think her lack of expressiveness is more biological than emotional. None of it is your fault. Ruby easily develops what enhances her survival and power… but everything else takes a back seat. She's not human. Her face has expressions, yes, but they aren't linked to her moods. Maybe one day she'll connect those dots… or, more likely, she'll have to learn to fake expressions to show emotions. In a way, it'll be more of a trick for others than real expressiveness."
"That… is kind of sad," Tonks murmured without thinking, with a trace of compassion. She couldn't help but imagine Ruby maybe never being able to show what she truly felt naturally, and that everyone would end up seeing her as someone without feelings… if she even had them at all. Sometimes, Tonks herself doubted it.
"She does express herself, actually," I countered, tossing Ruby high into the air and catching her after several spins. Her face remained impassive, but the tip of her tail tapped rhythmically, as if asking for more. "It's just hard for humans to learn how to read it. The way she moves her tail, the speed at which she licks, her bites, how she digs in her claws… even how she massages you with her belly. All of that shows what she feels or wants."
"Wow… yeah, she's done that with her belly. I thought she was just scratching herself," Tonks said, recalling a moment from earlier that morning.
"Ohhh… then she likes you," I smiled, lifting Ruby in my arms. "Ruby loves mommy Tonks. Who would've thought? You've been a great mother these past two days. I made the right choice leaving her with you."
"Your compliments won't save you for dumping a kid on me just like that… no matter how cute she is," she replied with a blush she couldn't hide.
Even if she complained, the truth was she had enjoyed the time with Ruby; partly because Ruby's quietness made her easier to look after. She barely caused any trouble.
"Sorry… I had the whole Black family business to deal with, and then… well, your mother didn't let me rest for a moment. It was nonstop sex. She's a fucking beast when she wants to be," I said, almost with a conspiratorial gesture.
"You don't need to tell me that!" Tonks shouted, covering her ears as if to erase the words from her mind. "Don't talk about my mother like that!"
"Sorry, but… wow," I shook my head in disbelief. "And here I thought you were the wild one in the family… you have no idea what a resentful bitch is capable of."
"Shut up, idiot!" Tonks was red with fury, on the verge of exploding. The only thing stopping her from punching me was that I was holding Ruby like a shield. "I'm going to squeeze your cheating balls like oranges for juice," she spat, snapping her metallic fist shut menacingly.
"That's exactly what your mother did last night," I replied shamelessly, snapping my fingers and pointing at her with a mocking grin.
It looked like a vein in Tonks' eye was about to burst. Sometimes she wondered how she had ended up with me… then remembered, and still remained angry.
"Oh, and by the way… your mother also asked me not to leave your cave unused, so you wouldn't get jealous and all that. So… time to fuck," I said, tossing Ruby to the side, onto the grass, and lunging at Tonks like an animal driven by all of Andromeda's taunts.
"No! I don't want to fuck under my mother's orders," she protested in disgust.
"Sorry, but I must respect my mother-in-law… so there's no choice. Time to fuck you right after her," I teased while stripping her clothes and disabling the mechanical arm. With [ecstasy] already taking hold of her at the first touch.
"But…" she tried to resist, though she was already feeling my power coursing through her. Her body betrayed her, aroused while hating it at the same time. "Not in front of the kid!" she yelled furiously.
"Relax, for her this is almost meaningless. Trust me, I know. Do you have any idea how hard it was to fuck Gemma while Ruby stared at me without blinking, and got mad if I pushed her away?" I shook my head at the memory.
And sure enough: there was Ruby, lying flat on the ground, eyes fixed on us without blinking. She almost looked like a statue, as if trying to blend into the environment. She only moved occasionally, just to get closer or farther from us, always keeping the same distance, like a patient predator.