On December 22, word came that Earl Black had died. The funeral would be held the next day. All the noble houses showed up at the family crypt, where he was laid out in state, before being cremated. Hadrian as Heir Black gave the eulogy. Harry was dressed in his Magus War Plate. Previous Black Lords were always lain out in their armor. War Plate if they were War Magus. Some would consider this a waste, as War Plate was expensive in the extreme as the plate was goblin mithril. Enchanted goblin mithril.
This wasn't as much a waste as most realized. While the armor could not technically be reused, having been bonded to the warrior, it was purified by the cremation. The mithril plates and basilisk/dragon leather would then be recovered being immune to the flame. They would be cleaned and made available for future lords to fashion into their armor. Most of Harry's armor and plate was over a thousand years old, and Harry had spent time learning the art of fashioning and magically bonding the armor to himself. Fortunately, there were 3 House elves who were responsible for the armor and weapons of the Black. Two of them were over 200 years old and the family had been with the Black for near 3000 years. In truth, they were the reason the Black armor was so perfect. They were currently making both light and heavy armor for Hermione, though it would be a while before she could wear her War Plate. She needed a great deal of training, and more power first.
Harry with his magic unleashed and his armor activated, stood at Arcturus' head, and addressed the guests. "I met Lord Black two years ago when he wished to test me, for potential to become his Heir. He calmly told me to put on the Heir Ring, and we would see if the magic approved of me…or destroyed me. That was how I came to meet him. He gave me a task and I would succeed, or suffer for failure. That pattern was to be repeated countless times as he trained me."
"The following summer, I spent a month being worked hard because I was moping and not seeing to my obligations. My witch was taken from me, and I was not dealing with it at all. My mother notified Lord Black, and he was not amused. He immediately came and collected me. He then punished me for my failure over the next month in the guise of training me. His training was successful, as that was the last time I made that mistake. Arcturus taught me a Black always pays their debts and meets their obligations. If a Black says they will do something, it gets done. This was the first lesson I learned from him. The first of many."
"The following year, Lord Black trained me the entire summer. He only gave me a few hours once a week to see my witch. Other than that, I spent 18 hours a day working and studying. He continuously taught me how the Black Magus thought, fought, planed, and worked. How we are loyal to family, and pure in our oaths and magic. This has been true for 3000 years. Much of the Pendragon Magus Knight Code of Conduct was drawn up from the Black Code. He was a hard, unforgiving, and ruthless wizard. He was not without compassion, though he was not beyond using it as another weapon to achieve his goals. When I needed my witch, he saw to it she was there, then he used her to make me work harder. He set me near unreachable goals, then punished me until I reached them. I can honestly say, I will miss him. He had so much more to teach. Alas we get what we get, and we make the most of it. The only fairness in life, is what you and your family make. Arcturus Black, 37th Earl of Blackmore and 78th Black of Black. I will work hard to honor your teachings and protect the Black family. So Mote It Be."
The Black Family, including Luna and Hermione, intoned, "So Mote It Be."
Many others came by and paid their respects. Andy as the eldest living Black, talked about some of the hard decisions made necessary by fate, but how Family First was never violated by Arcturus. Sirius talked about how the longevity of the family was paramount, especially after losing so many to the Grindelwald war, and Riddle rebellion. How he understood why his sterility forced his passing over, and how he respected his grandfather for making that hard decision, and that he agreed the current Lord Black was the correct choice.
Eventually it was time for immolation. Sirius, Andromeda, Nymphadora, Chastity, Narcissa, Draco, Sophia, Emily, Harry, Hermione, Luna and another girl in a black robe hiding her face. All twelve picked a point with Harry in the North and Hermione to his right, while the new girl was to the left. Harry started the ritual and all twelve cast the inferno spell in ritual. Arcturus went up like a match and was burned away in a few minutes. A very powerful showing by the black family using higher magics.
Once done and everyone had paid their respects, it was time to go home.
On entering the Tonk's house, Harry found himself facing the older Blacks with the woman hidden in robes. Andy, Cissa, and Sirius stood in front of Harry, "Lord Black we present to you your intended. Lyra Black, the next Countess Black."
The mysterious woman came forward. Hermione and Luna immediately came up on either side of Harry while he looked at her. The woman threw back her hood and released her magic. She had gorgeous raven Black hair and purple/grey eyes which glowed with Magus intensity and a shrewd intelligence. Her face looked very similar to Andy, Cissa, and Sirius. The family resemblance was unmistakable, and she was even more gorgeous than her cousins. She then opened her robe and cast it away, presenting herself to her new Lord in only sandals. She had beautiful C-cup high mounted breasts with full erect nipples, nearly perfectly symmetrical. A thick muscular waist which showed a six pack when she shifted. Wide birthing hips to provide many sons and daughters, and still providing an hourglass figure despite the muscular torso. Toned, muscular shoulders, arms, and legs of a dancer/martial artist, and completely unblemished glowing skin. She was cleanshaven as the norm and an erect clit peaked out from her beautiful folds. In short, she was nearly as perfect as a warrior maiden could be, and looked to only recently having finished her second maturation. In short, a 14th birthdate of Jan 1st was very believable.
With a melodious and obviously amused voice, "Do I meet your expectations, my Lord?"
Harry sneered, "A beautiful body is useful in convincing me you are healthy and will bear healthy children. Only a boy looks at beauty and wishes to shag it without other considerations. I have more stringent requirements. We do not love each other, so lack the most important consideration. That may change in time. However, do you have the spirit necessary to seek our happiness and pleasure through the trials that await us? Do you have the intelligence to know what paths to take to get to that pleasure? Do you have the skills necessary to walk the path you set to our happiness? And do you have the drive to see it through to the end? These things matter to me more than a well-shaped arse, and a nice set of tits over a weeping pussy."
Lyra raised a well sculpted eyebrow with a nod of approval, "My cousins told me not to underestimate you. I'm glad it takes more than a bare girl to get you hard, even if I am good looking. I hope we come to love and enjoy each other, so the site of me bare, eventually does make you hard…and me wet. Alas, it will take some time for each of us to win the other's favor. You have my trust by default. I hope I have yours. My loyalty to Lord Black is absolute…so long as you do not betray the Black."
Harry's eyes lit up at the loop-hole, "Ah! What constitutes betrayal?"
Lyra smirked at the intelligent question, "Purposefully damaging the family with little or no gain in return. As long as you take my council from time to time, I will let you know if you approach the line which must not be crossed."
Harry obviously liking the answer, nodded and smiled "That's perfect. I value the intelligence and Insite of all my wives, and expect you to help them advise me. I have recently converted these two into personal assistants/secretaries so they can read my correspondence. I will expect you to join them. We all have knowledge and perception the other's lack. I expect all four of us to teach and aide each other in everything we can."
Lyra with some hunger replied, "Just so long as I have the means to make you burn. I will need to feel the real you. Since your love of me is nonexistent, I can't make you burn with passion; so, I will make you burn in fury. One can do that much more reliably with pain than pleasure anyway. I look forward to you dominating me and showing me who you are."
Harry shook his head, "I have stated, I do not enjoy causing pain." Harry pauses while looking at her evident hunger and continued, "However looking at you, I can see that is not entirely accurate. What I do not enjoy, is causing fear and mistrust. I am more than willing to explore your limits and pain threshold, as long as you do not violate the safe-words and lose trust or start to fear me. That is completely unacceptable. Also know Hermione has my primary love. That doesn't mean I can't learn to love you, as Hermione has directed me to do so. Know, you can never come between Hermione and I, as she is my reason for existence. A weakness I know, but one we will learn to work around as it isn't changing."
Lyra shrugged, "I have been so advised. As long as you are a strong Earl, give me many powerful and intelligent children, and treat all our children as they personally deserve independent of who their mothers are, I will have no problems. You be aware, if I want you to get rough with me and you fail to do so, I will make you angry by punishing Hermione. Don't miss the signs."
Harry growled and his eyes glowed. "That would be a very bad idea."
Lyra just waved him off, "Please. I won't permanently injure her, I'm neither stupid, nor disloyal to the Black. However, if you don't satisfy me, I will make her scream…and not in pleasure."
Harry growled, "Get upstairs, we'll see if I can satisfy you."
Lyra grinned with bright eyes and said enthusiastically, "Yes my Lord!"
Luna grinned, "This way Countess." Lyra replied with an enthusiastic curtsey before following her. Before she left, Lyra with a toss of her hair said over her shoulder, "Everyone call my Lyra, we are family after all." Harry and Hermione followed them up.
Andy yelled, "Use silencing charms, I don't want Emily and Sophia to have nightmares."
Hermione turned and curtseyed, "Yes Mum."
Chastity pouted, "What about me?"
Andy just looked at her with disappointment at her amateurish deception. "Please! You are going to go upstairs, listen from the bathroom, and jill yourself until your fingers cramp." Chastity blushed and bolted upstairs. She didn't deny anything.
Sirius mumbled, "She hasn't changed."
Cissa violently shushed him, while Andy asked, "Chastity?"
Sirius snorted at their attempt at misdirection, "Maybe, but I was talking about Lyra. She was always such a pain-slut. I hope Harry is up for it, or she will punish Hermione, to get him to hurt her."
Cissa glared at Sirius with obvious anger, "So help me Siri, if you blow this…watch your words!"
Sirius just looked at her, completely indifferent to her fury, "I don't agree with not telling Harry. He should know."
Andy tried to make peace if only to preserve the secret, "If it remains unnecessary, so much the better. The past is the past, and can't be changed. Dumbledore is a serious threat; despite the ease Harry had neutralizing him the previous two years. That will not last."
Harry followed Lyra and Luna into his suite. Once inside Hermione silenced the window, door and walls. Harry ordered, "Lay at the foot of the bed with your bottom a foot off the end. Face up, arms out." Lyra did so. Harry then conjured ropes which secured each arm to a foot bedpost, so her body would not be pulled toward the head of the bed. He then, with Luna's help grabbed her legs and bent then up tying her ankles high up, and tying her knees low down, spreading her knees almost to the mattress. Lyra was completely spread-eagled with her bottom sticking out, and very ready for some serious chastisement, or aggressive sex. Luna and Hermione looked at the position and just shuddered. From this position, Lyra can watch the strap fall, and there was a high likelihood of the strap hitting her pussy or clit. Neither thought watching the strap fall would be anything other than horrible...and a strap to their clit? Shudder. Fun position for some serious submission sex though.
Harry growled, "What are the safe words."
Lyra sneered, "Please" with utter contempt.
Harry then pulled his wand hissed and a large electrical spark hit her on her arse causing Lyra to squeal.
Harry held his wand over her vulva and warned, "The next one is ten times worse and on your clit. Tell me the safe-words!"
Lyra grimaced, but said nothing. Harry moved his wand to her clit, zapping her with a much larger spark. Lyra screamed for over 10 seconds and spasmed for a whole minute while fighting the restraints, shuddering so badly she looked to be seizing. After a few minutes she collapsed in the restraints, breathing hard, and watching Harry closely. She still wouldn't say anything. Harry started moving his wand toward her clit again.
Lyra yelled, "RED-LIGHT, YELLOW-LIGHT, GREEN-LIGHT!" with a light sheen of sweat appearing on her body. Her muscles were still shuddering and her vulva was getting swollen and wet.
Harry put away his wand, and pulled his strap. He looked at Hermione and held out the strap, "Here, strap her until I tell you to stop. Don't be gentle. She doesn't seem to understand you are primary. Fix that." Harry handed her the strap. Lyra just growled; she wanted her Lord to dominate her!
Hermione hit her with the strap a couple of times, but not very hard. Hermione shortly squealed "OUCH!" and jumped before turning and looking at Harry with concern.
Harry had hit her with a moderately strong stinging hex in her bottom. Harry growled "I said, don't be gentle. Either you punish her, or I punish you. Use a four second cadence for the strikes."
Hermione then swung the strap as hard as she could, every four seconds. Five minutes later, Lyra was starting to whimper. Five minutes after that and she was exclaiming "Ow, ouch, Ug, Un, hiss" every couple blows.
Harry ordered, "Stop Hermione. Take a break."
Harry walked up to Lyra and ran his fingers through her folds. She was very wet and engorged. Harry asked nonchalantly, "Lyra how are you holding up? Want to keep going?" Lyra was sweaty, her sex was dripping and pulsing as she regularly contracted, desperately wanting some stimulus Her bottom and thighs were red and swollen with purple bruising. Lyra grimaced and angrily whispered "You bastard. You know what this is doing to me."
Harry with a condescending tone and a smirk, "Of course I do. Just tell Hermione she is primary and I will make you climax. Maybe she will satisfy you, maybe I will. Haven't decided yet. I could just send you home now."
Lyra yelled struggling against the restraints, "I am home! I'm your wife! I'm not going anywhere!"
Harry snorted, and lightly slapped her clit while ignoring her gasp and further struggling, "That doesn't mean you sleep here, I could send you to a guest room. I wonder how the Black ladies would interpret that…"
Harry stood up and held out his hand for the strap. Hermione with a look of failure, surrendered the strap. Harry immediately swung it hard. SMACK! and Lyra screamed. Harry gave her twenty more across her sit spots, then started on her left inner thigh slowly moving proximal until his last hit smacked her vulva. Lyra was regularly screaming and shuddering as he struck her. He then paused and switched sides doing the same thing. Once he finished on the other side at her vulva he stopped, looking in Lyra's eyes. Lyra glared back, but Harry could see some desperation mixed with her defiance.
He slapped her clit with his hand making Lyra groan and shudder, "Tell me Hermione is primary and I will finish you. Do it!"
Lyra whispered, "Hermione is primary."
Harry smacked her clit again, "I didn't hear you!"
Lyra stated defeated, "Hermione is primary, I will follow her lead."
Harry then shoved two fingers in her and roughly massaged her G-spot while he bent down and parsel over her Clit. Lyra shrieked and was shaking so hard the bed might come apart. Finally, he pulled away and swung the strap, hitting her directly over her clit causing Lyra to go into a huge climax, continuing to shake and shudder. Harry bent back down and sucked on her clit hard, forcing her climax to continue for more than a minute until Lyra fell unconscious.
Harry then untied her and moved her up in the bed. He motioned the girls to strip and stripped himself before getting into bed. He lay next to Lyra rolling her onto his left side while he had Hermione and Luna on his right. Once everyone was comfortable, they started talking about their day. It was obvious to Harry, Hermione and Luna were not in the mood for more than talk. Punishing Lyra brought back too many painful memories to make them crave sex just now. It was way past the realm of a sexy spanking and into the realm of true punishment.
A few minutes later Lyra came out of it. "Morgana…what happened?"
Luna in a sing-song voice, "You climaxed so hard you went unconscious."
"Wow, I did, didn't I? Thanks, my lord. I really needed that."
"You will call me Harry, and you are welcome. You obviously, are familiar with being dominated. Who was your top?"
"No one reliably. A female teacher and some squeamish friends. It was not very satisfying, but obvious to one of my teachers I needed release. I was going crazy once I was past my first maturation until we figured it out. I needed another to cause me pain to properly climax. Jilling and hurting myself just left me frustrated. Puberty really sucked."
"Have you figured out the instruments you prefer for your bottom?"
"It depends on my mood. Always have a rope loop paddle when you travel as those hurt a lot but are relatively silent. They don't scare the kids or neighbors. I sometimes like the long-handled bath brush or paddle, the strap is a favorite, and the cane when I really want you to hurt me. I haven't tried the flogger, crop, or whip as my teacher really wasn't into it, and only did it for me. Whatever you did with your wand was spectacular. I have never felt something that hurt that much…well outside dark spells. That definitely got my attention."
Hermione looked at her sympathetic and curious at the same time, "Are you really unable to climax without being hurt so much?"
Lyra sighed and huffed, "Not easily. It takes forever to get me wet and going. Without the sharp spice of pain, the climaxes are forced and relatively bland too. I guess I am addicted to pain and really need it if I am to enjoy the sex. Maybe it will be different when Harry is driving me into the mattress with his cock, but I doubt he won't have to redden my arse first if he wants me to reliably climax. It is definitely going to get known when we start using ritual to make babies. Having to cane me before shagging isn't going to stay quiet."
Hermione, still very curious then asked, "Do you crave humiliation too?"
Lyra shuddered and immediately answered, "Thank Merlin, NO! That would just suck! If you know about humiliation, you have read up on BDSM. Why?"
Hermione blushed with some embarrassment, "I am a BRAT in the BDSM sense. I noticed how often Harry had to spank me and the fact that I have earned more stripes from Master Snape than all previous apprentices…I asked him. The strange thing is I don't actually enjoy pain, but need to be 'put in my place' fairly regularly. I'm just glad I didn't drive Harry away with how often he had to spank me even as a first year. Could you imagine any other 11-year-old being responsible for a girl like him, and not abusing it? I knew he loved me when he took that beating for killing the troll and told Sprout he would do it again and gladly. Then when he spanked me to keep Snape off me, I came to love him more than air. I was his from that time until the universe ends." and she smiled with unfocused eyes obviously remembering fondly.
After a minute, she refocused on Lyra and grimaced, "However, I could tell something was different about me, as the other girls could not understand my need to be spanked, while not enjoying it. They thought I was just incapable of not talking back! Considering the number of times Harry ended up doubling my punishment because I was mouthy, even I started believing it! Everyone thought it was a lack of self-discipline and that really hurt my ego. I researched in the hope it wasn't that simple, and found out, I'm a BRAT."
Luna then piped up too, "I'm a BRAT too, though for a different reason. Where Hermione uses punishment to relieve stress, and is almost purposeful in her disobedience. I am flighty and need bottom pain, to keep me centered in the real world. I am hoping a good shagging accomplishes the same goal and I can forgo the spankings. I really don't like them."
Harry really didn't enjoy hurting and scaring Luna, either. "Well, I also hope that works for you Luna. I need one of the mothers, to not get off on pain. Otherwise, our 'normal' daughters are going to think they are the outliers."
Hermione just groaned as all three girls started giggling and then laughing, at the idea of dealing with 'normal' teenaged daughters.
Lyra was playing with Harry's dick during the talk and noted he was starting to get hard. She looked at Hermione and asked, "Mistress, can I suck our Lord?"
Hermione with a slight grin said, "I don't know…can you?" Luna snickered.
Lyra with a grin that definitely said 'challenge accepted', didn't even start light. She just sucked him in deep while Harry hissed at the sudden stimulation. Despite the technique not being his preferred method, he would let it go to see where Lyra went with this.
Hermione just smacked Lyra on the head, making her look up at Hermione and stop for a second. "You know, he is supposed to enjoy it too?" Hermione said with some sarcasm. Lyra gave a slight nod, and slowed down until Harry was obviously enjoying it before ramping back up to the aggressive sucking she was doing earlier.
Three minutes later he was coming in her mouth. Lyra swallowed and thought for a few seconds. Hermione seeing the expression on her face as Lyra tasted Harry's seed for the first time, "Well?"
"I can't say I like it more than chocolate, but there is something about it which really calls to me. I can totally see myself seeking it, regularly."
Luna grunted, "Good. That means you will have healthy babies from him. Welcome to the sisterhood of Harry's witches. We will all be having Harry's babies and will make the family large again."
Lyra was playing with Harry's dick and looked up at the other two, "What are we doing about his premature ejaculation? Three minutes? I mean, really?" Harry just groaned and put his hands over his face.
Hermione with a put-upon sigh, "I have been working on it for more than a year. Any time over a day since last climax, and he shoots in three to four minutes. I have had to suck him off three times to get him to twenty minutes for his fourth run. It doesn't appear to change. Just suck him off three times before he gets in your pussy, and you will be able to climax with him."
Luna was mulish about this, and had argued with Hermione many times, "I don't know. Maybe I will just keep him in my pussy until I finally climax with his fourth spend."
Hermione smacked her in the head, "Horny Bint! I have told you many times, that will not work for your first time. You will be so sore, you will no longer be able to climax with all the stopping and starting. Do like I said, and you will enjoy the feeling of your pussy pulsating around his dick while he shoots deep in you. It is absolutely wonderful…every shagging time."
They enjoyed talking and getting to know each other through the night. Harry realized he was seriously outnumbered by three very intelligent witches…and he would need to adapt. His goal was a large family, and three loyal intelligent strong witches would give him many more children than one. So long as Hermione remained happy, he would be happy.