Narcissa’s eyes softened again, and for a moment, Hermione almost believed there was genuine care in her gaze. "I know this is difficult for you," she said gently, her thumb brushing against Hermione’s collarbone in slow, deliberate strokes. "But in time, you’ll see that this is for the best. You’re part of something greater now. A legacy. And you’ll be cared for. Cherished, even."
"Are you done talking to our little princess?" Bellatrix whined, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of mockery. She threw herself dramatically onto the bed, her presence immediately disruptive, like a whirlwind cutting through Narcissa’s calm control. "You’ve been whispering to her for ages, Cissy. I want to play."
Narcissa’s gaze remained fixed on Hermione’s body, her eyes calm, calculated. "You’ll produce an heir for the Black family," she said softly, her voice almost soothing. "That is your purpose now."
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Bound by dark magic, Hermione finds herself at the mercy of Narcissa and Bellatrix, their control tightening as the ritual deepens. Narcissa's manipulative calm is matched by Bellatrix's twisted excitement, both pushing Hermione to confront her submission. As the magic binds her mind and body, Hermione is left helpless, realizing she is no longer just a prisoner—but a possession.
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Narcissa continued to wash her, her touch growing more intimate with each passing second. Her fingers brushed over Hermione’s thighs, her hands moving slowly, deliberately, as though she were testing the limits of Hermione’s obedience. "It won’t be easy," Narcissa continued, her tone steady. "Magic like this requires time… effort. And it will take many attempts." Hermione’s stomach churned, the dread pooling deep inside her as Narcissa’s words sank in. Many attempts. The implication was clear, and the thought of what was to come—of what they would do to her—made her feel sick. Narcissa’s hand lingered on Hermione’s inner thigh, her fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive skin there, her touch slow and deliberate. "Every time we enter you," she murmured, her voice taking on a deeper, more intimate tone, "whether with our fingers or… other means… there will be a chance. A chance for you to fulfill your purpose." Hermione’s breath hitched, her body stiffening under Narcissa’s touch, but the magic kept her still, obedient. The water around her felt heavy, oppressive, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the panic rising inside her like a tidal wave. Narcissa’s fingers slid higher, her touch grazing the most intimate parts of Hermione’s body, slow and sensual, her gaze never leaving Hermione’s face. “You’re feeling it, aren’t you?” Narcissa murmured, her voice a low whisper that hummed through the warm air. Her fingers moved with excruciating slowness, brushing lightly over Hermione’s clit but never pressing down, teasing her with the barest touch. “It’s not just obedience that binds you to us, Hermione. No… soon, you’ll start to want this. You’ll want us.”
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Will Hermione find a way to break free from the Black sisters' control, or will she succumb to the dark magic that holds her captive?
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