20 - Relief (r18) [MKAV]

Warning: Explicit Content

{The Hogwarts Express}

{1st September 1989}

"So let me introduce myself once more. I, Matteo Brooke né Black, am more than happy to finally meet my cousins by blood."

Matteo watched on, perfectly concealing his amusement.

He was honestly curious as to how they'd react– despite knowing that the Black sister's thoughts were clouded with confusion, surprise, and reluctance, Matteo didn't actually know what they were going to do.

He could use magic to do so, as with a lot of things, but using magic to know anything and everything... Matteo didn't see the fun in that.

So when Noella finally acted by reaching for her finger, taking off a ring and tossing it towards him, Matteo was forced to hide his surprise.

"Put it on."

Alexandra and Beatrice turned to Noella, slack-jawed.

'Well,' Matteo thought idly, looking down at the Black heir ring in his hand, 'this is as good as a way as any to prove my blood.'

Holding out his hands, Matteo slipped the ring onto his finger... and the heir ring hummed, the engravings glowing a brilliant white as it accepted him as a Black. However, Matteo was immediately forced to activate his own mana, all to prevent the ring from adding him to the Black Manor Wards.

He didn't want everyone knowing that he was a Black just yet.

In response, the ring sparked and fizzled out.

"That's not," Noella started.

"Supposed," Alexandra continued.

"To happen." Beatrice finished.

Instead of tossing the ring back, Matteo opted to walk towards Noella's outstretched hand, and personally slide it on to her finger. The Black heir ring shined white once more, before dulling to a barely visible glow.

"I had to prevent it from naming me Heir Black–" Noella's mind blanked for a moment, but her face didn't so much as twitch– "I'm already Heir Brooke, after all."

"I see..." Noella said quietly.

Then to Matteo's surprise, he was pulled into a hug. Noella's arms wrapped around him, and he let his cousin lift him off the ground. "I suppose I should thank you..." she muttered. "I expected you to either back off, fearing the blowback of the ring, or put it on and die. It would've been amusing for Heir Brooke to die right after House Brooke's resurgence..." Noella trailed off, her voice dreamy, "but to think you were really family."

It wasn't long before Matteo felt two more sets of arms and figures press against him, those being that of Alexandra and Beatrice. And when Matteo looked through their thoughts, to why they acted the way they did... he had to stop himself from grinning.

They were only looking at benefits and rewards.

Every action, every choice, all of it was in pursuit of prosperity– they didn't care who died, who was ruined, nothing. All that mattered was the prosperity of themselves, of each other. They saw Matteo as something to use, as someone to endear to them, as the future of a House that they could bring under their control.

The thought of pulling the rug out from under them was especially amusing.

It was also amusing to feel Nagini panic, the shy snakegirl shrinking down to the size of a garden snake, slithering down his torso and wrapping around his leg as she desperately tried to avoid the sudden onslaught of hug.

The Black sisters pulled back from him in unison.

"I guess introductions are in order. I am Noella Narcissa Black," Noella started.

"I am Alexandra Andromeda Black," Alexandra continued.

"I am Beatrice Bellatrix Black," Beatrice continued.

"""And it's nice to finally meet you, cousin."""

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Matteo left the compartment shortly after.

He could've stayed with the Black triplets, but as they had already 'accepted' him, there was no reason for him to stay any longer. He had excused himself, telling the sisters that their were a few more people that he wanted to meet... and they just smiled at him eerily, telling him that they would be waiting for him in Slytherin.

He was already in love.

But no, he had a few more stops to make. While he was curious about Libra Malfoy, the Malfoy princess... he wasn't going to meet with her just yet. With the several hours he had allotted, Matteo was most likely going to meet with Nymphadora, and then spend the rest of the trip with Alicia and Angelina.

But before he did that, he would need to relieve himself.

Both Camilla and Chloe had got him worked up, especially Camilla.

With the degenerate of a woman's thoughts leaking into his, Matteo knew that Camilla had wanted him to take her right then and there, more than willing to reveal to the entirety of the Wizarding Britain that Lady Brooke was nothing more than a cocksleeve for her son... but Matteo had held back, not wanting to taint their image so readily.

So after pulling into an empty compartment, and casting Lock, Silence, Ignore, and Slow, Matteo bit his lip as he mulled over which of his loyal cock-sluts he wanted to ravage.

"Marcy," he growled.

Tall, dark, and brimming with devotion, Marcela leapt from Matteo's shadow in fervently glee, the Brazilian beauty's legs clinging to Matteo's figure as she attacked his mouth. As the two of them made out, Matteo tore the maid uniform off her chiseled body.

Marcela moaned into his master's mouth as she rubbed her snatch up and down Matteo's front, the maid already off in her own world. Her thoughts already clouded in lust and desire, to be defiled by her owner, her master, her deity. The bitch in heat already squirting, despite the fact that Matteo hadn't done anything more than trace her figure with his hands.

Then Matteo pried Marcy off of him, flipped her around and pinned her to the floor.

Marcela's pussy clenched as her face was pushed into the carpet, her legs were roughly held in place, her arms were tightly held behind her back. Being forcefully mated by Matteo, by her deity, someone whose strength was so far beyond hers that she couldn't even dream of fighting back... her pussy was dripping in anticipation.

She had to hold back a shudder as her deity's hands sunk into her toned ass, and she nearly squealed when his meaty member smacked into her ass crack.

Then she convulsed as, all of the sudden, her gut felt full.

"HNNNNG!"

Matteo's massive cock ruthlessly speared in and out of her asshole, not caring about Marcela's ongoing climax, only caring for his own pleasure. His hands firmly gripping her ass, Matteo rutted in and out of Marcela's ass-pussy nice and fast, her toned asscheeks jiggling from the force of his thrusts.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Marcela's tongue rolled out of her mouth as she laid there, forced to take her take her deity's abuse and loving every second of it. Jutting out her hips in time with Matteo's thrusts, Marcela wanted to make his ruts harder, deeper.

"AHHHN~! YEEESSSH~! YESSH~!"

Marcela wanted nothing more than to be helplessly ravaged by her master.

'What's with all of you wanting to be tied up,' Matteo thought, amused. It probably had something to do with him being their god, so he didn't dwell on it.

Stopping his ruts for just a moment, Matteo casted Strength and Reinforce, strengthening both his body and the room itself, but before he had a chance to cast Bind... Matteo was struck with a rather brilliant idea.

Giving his clothes a mental nudge, Charlotte left his body, stretching into a nice, thin sliver as she wrapped herself around Marcy's figure. Always eager to please Matteo, Charlotte tightly dug into Marcela's tits, ass, and pussy, wanting to restrict the maid as much as possible.

Blindfolded and gagged by Charlotte, Marcela could only pant as she let out a mini-climax at the thought of being so helpless before her deity.

Marcy squealed into Charlotte as Charlotte dug into her, her pussy and nipples painfully rubbing against her new-found ropes. Matteo gripped Marcy's ass once more, and the Brazilian shuddered as she felt her deity's hands sink even further into her butt, his hands mauling her ass so hard that it almost hurt.

Then she gasped as Matteo's 16 inch bitch-breaker thrusted into her, this time hard enough to that it would've broken the floor had it not been reinforced.

"MMMMHHN!"

Marcela's vision went white as her deity fucked her ass-pussy rough and hard, ploughing away at her sanity as she took thrusts hard enough to kill a girl.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

She writhed and moaned as Charlotte dug into her skin, her ass-pussy clenching as Matteo's meaty member slicked in and out of her gut. With his thrusts so hard that they hurt, Marcela's teared up as her pussy juice squirted across the carpet, the subby Brazilian eye's rolling up into her head as she got off from the pain.

Slowly losing herself in the pain and the pleasure, her eyes snapped back open when she felt her deity's cock firmly hilt into her ass-pussy, letting out a nice hot load of spunk.

But he did not stop.

Marcela moaned in delight as her master continued to ravage her ass-pussy, her thoughts clouded with lust and devotion. Just the thought of being filled with her master's essence, only to continue being used and abused, being enough for her to cum.

Held in place by Charlotte, unable to resist, unable to do anything more than squirm as she was forced to take Matteo's ruthless ruts... Marcela was in heaven. With her ass cheeks reddening at the force of Matteo's thrusts, and with her master's hot, fiery cum seeping out of the edges of her ass-pussy, Marcy moaned as her backside was marked by Matteo.

Her sole purpose to be abused and used by her owner, her master, her deity.

Her only job to be tied up and gutfucked, to be used for her master's pleasure, to relieve her master of his carnal desires.

Then Matteo firmly hilted himself into Marcy's ass-pussy once more, pressing the girl's face into the floor as he dumped another load into her gut. Marcela convulsed as Matteo did not let up, continuing to plough her asshole loose. The poor girl slowly losing herself as the cycle continued, the puddle of cum beneath her growing as Matteo's spunk was poured into her gut again, and again, and again.

Sweaty and exhausted, Marcela's thoughts dulled as she was worn down by a constant stream of pain and pleasure. Too tired to even moan, only able to lie there and take her deity's rigorous gutfucking, convulsing and shuddering again and again.

And after 20 rounds, and nearly three hours, Marcela passed out from exhaustion.

Un-hilting himself from Marcy's butthole, Matteo's manmeat towered over her body, her asshole puckering even while she was unconscious. Still not satisfied, Matteo growled.

"Lucille."

The redheaded shortstack slowly rose from his shadow, eyeing Matteo's 19 inch bitch-breaker with a mixture of fear and arousal. Before she could even try to calm him down, Lucy let out a gasp as Matteo grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, and then brought her down on his meaty cock like she was an onahole.

Lucille convulsed as all 19 inches of her deity hilted itself in her butthole.

Still holding onto her waist, Matteo battered at Lucille's ass-pussy rough and fast, his thrusts so powerful that she couldn't do more than gasp for air. The bulge of his massive meatstick was visible on her tummy, nearly reaching all the way up to her breasts. The fact that she was being held and used like a cocksleeve set her pussy ablaze.

Unable to do anything as her master used her like the toy that she was.

Lucille convulsed as her master ploughed away at her butthole, and it wasn't much longer before Lucy felt the first wave of hot spunk flood her gut. Matteo didn't even stop for a moment as he continued to rut in and out of her gut, even picking up the pace.

At the thought of what was coming for her, her breath quickened.

Matteo was going to gutfuck her until she passed out. He would flood her ass-pussy with his cum, and then continue to fuck her gut, non-stop. Thoughtlessly drilling away at her asshole as he filled her with his spunk again, and again, and again. Unable to resist, only able to take it as her deity held her by the waist and forced her tiny frame up and down his cock.

Convulsing over and over as she was assaulted by the constant onslaught of pleasure.

Matteo was going to hold her in the air for hours. He was going to fuck her butthole loose and all she could do was lie there and take it. Lucille was going to be forcefully slid up and down Matteo's cock until she passed out from exhaustion and pleasure, and while the fear of breaking was present... she also found herself wanting to.

The idea of having her last coherent thought being her master spearing her butthole, unleashing another hot load of essence into her gut, her belly bloating... Lucille convulsed at the thought.

Her tongue rolling out of her mouth, she found herself more than willing to break on Matteo's cock. The thought of losing her ability to function, for her brain to be reduced to a muddled mess of lust and arousal, nothing left but an urge to be dicked down by Matteo...

Unable to do anything beyond being bred and fucked, and used for her master's relief...

As the exhaustion got to her, Lucille couldn't think of anything hotter.

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