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Tonks House, Somewhere in Southern England,
Morning of the Next Day, Master Bedroom,
As the morning light filtered softly through the windows, Andromeda’s eyes fluttered open. “Hm? Is it morning already?” she muttered groggily with a distant and dull gaze.
Still half-asleep, she tried to pull the blanket up around herself, hoping to drift off again.
A strange, lingering exhaustion weighed on her body, leaving her drowsy, exhausted, and unwilling to get up. But as she reached for the blanket, she felt an arm wrapped tightly around her chest, holding her firmly in place.
“Uhh… Ted… could you please—” she began subconsciously, turning her head toward the owner of the hand lying beside her, expecting him to be none other than Ted.
But her words caught in her throat.
She froze, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar face sleeping next to her. Thirty seconds passed in stunned silence as she woke up from a half-groggy state to complete awake as the situation sank in; the face… didn’t belong to Ted.
The face was familiar, but it wasn’t Ted’s.
No… it was far too handsome to be Ted’s. Besides, the hair wasn’t blonde, it was raven black.
Not to mention, Ted was already dead… it’d been weeks since the funeral. Honestly, waking up beside Ted would’ve been more of a shock than waking up next to someone else.
Despite that, panic surged through her heart.
“Huh? Who the—? Re… Regulus?” she whispered, recognising the face as that of her younger cousin, the brother she hadn’t seen since she ran away from the House of Black.
Her heart raced as she quickly yanked the blanket up and looked beneath it, only to find she wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing.
To make matters worse, the hand that was holding her in place was coiling over her breasts…
“What in Merlin’s name… with Regulus? How…? No, wait—Regulus is... Then who… Ah… wait a second… Ri… Rigel?!!!”
The moment Andromeda whispered his name, a tidal wave of memories from the night before crashed over her. It all came flooding back: the torture her daughter went through, the fight with Drek William, the following medical treatment, the Unbreakable Vow, Rigel leading her into the master bedroom… how the boy, who barely reached her waist, had morphed right before her eyes into a proper grown adult, towering over her like a bloody giant.
She could still feel him pinning her against the wall, claiming her lips with a fierce snog, his tongue invading her mouth, before she had even realized it, she had started responding to him… Why had she started responding? She didn’t know… but she knew that he had taken advantage of that to roam around his big hands over her body, stimulating her into a state of arousal, and became bolder by the minute as he had teased her vagina and clit to his heart’s content until she was half-mad with pleasure and orgasmed. Her first orgasm and many orgasms after that.
Even Ted had never done something like that to her… he had never teased her vagina and never had he made her orgasm… heck, she didn’t even know whether she was capable of something like that but this little monster had made her awaken to it.
But he hadn’t stopped there… and went on… as he, with just a flick of his fingers, stripped both their robes clean off, leaving her starkers. And then… well, he’d gone and done it.
She’d cried out in panic, pain, and pleasure. She was nervous as hell that his massive, meaty cock would split her in two… but he had paid her no mind and rammed himself into her, although slow at first, but with forciousness later, before lifting her in a incredibly humiliating position, and shagged her senseless.
And then… and then he. pinned her down on the bed like a dog. On the same bed that she and Ted used to sleep, he had humiliated her, treating her like a doggy, grabbing her long brown curls from behind, yanking them tight like he was pulling the reins on a wild mare and kept shagging her despite her desperate moans until finally unloading his thick load into her cunt.
She had thought that he’d stop there… after all, he had unloaded himself inside her, and that should have been the end… but no… the beast of a man with beast of a cock wasn’t satisfied with just one round and went round after round at her in all kinds of humiliating positions making her lose all sense and reason by the end of it and just moan deliriously in pain and pleasure without giving a fuck…
Fortunately, though, her daughter was under the effect of the Draught of the Living Death, and nothing could wake her up, but that doesn’t take away the shame and humiliation she was forced to experience.
‘Oh, Merlin… how could I’ve let anyone see such an utterly humiliating sight of me?’ she thought, cringing. As the memory came flooding back, her face turned beet-red with shame.
Even if she’d been skint ever since the Blacks disowned her for being a Blood Traitor, she still carried herself like a proper lady, elegant and proud, not the sort to be caught in such a state, let alone show it to anyone.
But there she was… moaning and screaming like a wanton in her own memories.
She could hardly believe it herself, that she’d done something like that… especially since it was her first time.
She felt so embarrassed and ashamed, she wished the floor would just open up and swallow her right then and there. Letting out a weary sigh, she muttered to herself, “Never thought I’d turn out to be such a… hoe…”
Startled, she whipped her head around, glaring at the very cause of it all. “You… you…”
“What about me?” Rigel asked with a cheeky smile, leaning in close as he eyed her lips for another go.
But Andromeda, having been through that plenty already, instinctively pulled back. “N-no… It’s too early in the morning for that kind of stuff…”
“So you’re sayin’ it’d be fine if it weren’t this early in the morning, then?” Rigel asked slyly.
“I… I didn’t say that…” Andromeda stammered, flustered by his logic. Wanting to dodge the topic quickly, she blurted, “Anyway, can you shift your hand? I can’t get up unless you do…”
“Mmm… not a chance,” Rigel teased, doing the exact opposite as he pulled her closer, wrapping his muscular arms around her bare body in a tight cuddle. He buried her face against his chiseled chest, resting his chin over her head, and murmured, “Besides, why’d you want to get up? Ain’t it better just staying like this, eh?”
Andromeda’s cheeks burned hotter, thrown by being pressed so close to him.
She tried to squirm free, but no dice; she wasn’t physically strong enough to break his grip.
“Um… I… I need to get up… and clean all the mess…” she said, trying to sound convincing as she tried to push him away gently. “So, could you please…?”
“Hmm… well… that is a fair reason,” he murmured, his voice low as his large hands sensually traced the bare skin of her back, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew if he kept that up, she’d get all hot and bothered again, and she’d cave in to his demands, never making it out of bed.
Trying her best to resist, she spoke again, this time almost pleading. “If… if that’s the case… then please…”
“I s’pose I can let go… but…” he added cheekily, his hands slipping down to her arse as he began to knead it slowly.
“Mmm~” A soft moan escaped Andromeda’s lips, and much to her own frustration, she could already feel her body reacting again. Even so, she raised her head to look him in the eye and whispered weakly, “We… we can’t…”
“Alright, we won’t,” he nodded, finally stopping his kneading, but still didn’t let go.
Andromeda pressed her hand against his chest with a soft sigh. “Now… can you let go of your hand, too, so I can get up?”
“Well… maybe I can,” he said with a smirk, “but that depends on your attitude.”
“A-attitude?” she stammered, caught off guard. “What do you mean by that?”
“I dunno,” Rigel shrugged, feigning innocence. He clearly wanted her to figure it out on her own. After all, Milf Training was also necessary.
“Please, let me go, Rigel?” she tried again gently, hoping a bit of politeness might do the trick.
“Mmm… nah, not good enough,” he replied, shaking his head, and gave her a spank as punishment, cha! Before explaining, “A simple ‘please’ won’t cut it.”
“Nnnn~” Andromeda exhaled, feeling the burning pain from her butt cheeks, and said, “Thennn~ what am I meant to say?” sounding lost.
“Well, I suppose I don’t mind giving a hint, since it is your first day…” he said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “Don’t you remember the terms of the Unbreakable Vow? You’re the servant… and I’m the master. Now… how does a servant make a proper request to their master?”
Andromeda froze, stunned. “This…” she whispered, looking at him with disbelief. But the look on his face, cheeky and smug, made it clear he wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Utterly embarrassed, she bit her lip, cheeks burning.
She couldn’t believe that she had to say something like that, but it was true, as per their vow, he was the master, and she was the servant, who had surrendered herself to him… so she gathered herself and, in a barely audible voice, stammered out, “M… Master Rigel… can you… Can you please let… let go of your pitiful servant?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Rigel stole her lips, his tongue invading with urgency as he kissed her fiercely. She responded instinctively, lost in it for the next minute until they finally pulled apart, gasping for breath.
Panting softly, Andromeda glanced at him, eyes wide, looking as though she wanted to protest.
But Rigel only smirked, gently brushing his fingers over her lips as though he wanted to steal them again.
Andromeda surely felt that he’d attack again… and she instinctively even leaned herself a bit forward for what was about to come, but he didn’t…
“That was your reward for being a good servant,” he said with a wink, then finally lifted his hand, freeing her. “Go on… you’re free to get up now.”
Andromeda sighed lightly as she glanced at the escape route behind her, thinking of getting up… but just walking away like that didn’t sit right with her, not after everything he’d put her through the night before.
Although she can’t deny that a part of her had enjoyed all of that, as she had only felt something like that after so long… but… but still… ‘I’ve got to get a bit of payback… even if it’s just a little,’ she thought.
Without warning, she leaned forward and sank her teeth into his chest.
He reached out, intending to grab her and pin her down, ready to dish out a hundred smacks to each arse cheek for her audacity, but before he could touch her, she’d already sprung to her feet, giggling as she darted toward the bathroom.
“Fufufu~ That’s revenge for all the pain you made your servant go through… Master Rigel!” she called playfully as the bathroom door shut behind her.
“You little minx…” he muttered, clutching his chest and shaking his head with a grin.
Did it hurt him? Not really… He had only acted like that to make her feel it.
After the gate was locked, Rigel removed his hand from the bitten area before calling out the old house elf, “Kreacher!”
With a sharp crack, the old house-elf appeared instantly and gave a deep bow. “Master Rigel called for Kreacher…”
“Yeah, I want breakfast sorted. Make sure it’s ready and waiting on the dining table downstairs by the time we come down,” Rigel replied, glancing towards the bathroom where faint whimpers and sobs mixed with the sound of running water. He added, “Though I reckon it’ll take some time, so no need to rush, just prepare it nice and slow.”
“Kreacher understands,” the elf replied with a nod before vanishing again with another crack.
After Kreacher had left, Rigel once again glanced toward the bathroom door, the soft sobs reaching his ears. He sighed, “Well, I suppose it’ll take her a fair bit of time to get over the emotional turmoil… and offer me her complete emotional surrender.”
He didn’t mind this all… rather… he preferred this…
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Inside the bathroom,
Andromeda sat in the bathtub, dazed, tears slipping down her cheeks and into the hot water. She stared at her reflection in the water, her expression lost and confused. Though she’d been a bit cheerful after waking, even playfully biting Rigel in mock revenge for the night before, now, alone in the bath, she finally had time to reflect on what had truly happened and what it was she had done.
As she channeled magical energy into her right hand, a golden, rope-like mark that seemed to be embedded into her skin began to glow.
This glow reminded her of the offer from Rigel she had accepted. “The Unbreakable Vow,” she murmured.
“Complete obedience and surrender of mind, body, soul, and freedom… all for a brighter, safer future for Dora…”
Those were the terms she’d sworn to, and made Rigel swear to as well in the presence of the House Elf.
She hadn’t asked for a thing for herself, only for her daughter, desperate to make sure yesterday’s nightmare never repeated.
It’s just that she wasn’t entirely sure if the choice she’d made was the right one, after all, it was the Blacks she was dealing with.
By making a Vow of obedience and surrender, she had given herself to Rigel… to the current Lord of the House of Black and was no longer an independent adult witch.
‘But then again… even if I was an independent adult witch… that didn’t lead me anywhere, and only served to bring pain for Dora…’
If her surrender can get rid of all that pain for her daughter… then she’d give up everything, no matter how many times she has to do that.
“It’s just that…” she began… but shook her head, and gave up on the thought halfway.
Worrying was pointless now, the vow had already been made, and doubting her choice served no purpose, not anymore since once a Vow has been made, it cannot be broken… it can only be fulfilled, and she’d have to fulfill it… There is no room for anything else in there.
Though having doubts about surrendering to Rigel didn’t technically go against the terms of the vow, she knew she shouldn’t entertain them. Such doubts could be unhelpful. ‘I have to surrender fully… not just my body, but my mind and soul as well…’ she told herself.
But as she came to such terms, a heavy guilt weighed on her for her late husband.
Not just because of what happened yesterday on the very bed she once shared with her husband, but also because she was about to betray him utterly by tarnishing his name.
“I’m sorry, Ted… but I’ve no other choice. This is all I can do… all I can do to protect our daughter,” she murmured, staring at her reflection.
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