The Hoes Gonna Love This

(...)

Cassiopeia had already packed her bags. Finally, she would be returning to Malfoy Manor, and a sense of relief flooded over her at the thought of seeing Narcissa again. With Morgus and Seraphina in their carriers, she left the Common Room and went to look for Draco.

He was nervously pacing the Great Hall, observing every detail attentively, as if it were the last time he would see everything.

Cassiopeia held his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Let's go," she whispered, pulling him along.

(...)

Hermione looked at them oddly before they boarded the train."Will you write to me?" she asked, sounding anxious.

"But of course, Mione," Cassiopeia replied, confused. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well..." Hermione started to stammer, and her cheeks turned crimson.

"Nonsense. We'll see each other soon," Cassiopeia interrupted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Hermione's cheeks turned impossibly redder, and she let out a squeak as she touched her own cheek.

"Weird girl," Draco grumbled as they settled into an empty compartment.

(...)

The train journey was uneventful, and when they finally arrived in England, Narcissa was waiting for them at the station. A broad smile illuminated her face, and she looked absolutely stunning. Unlike the last time, Draco didn't run towards her. He seemed a bit bashful and greeted her with a light hug.

"Dragon," she sighed, examining him from head to toe to check if he had gained or lost weight, if his hair was disheveled or groomed, and anything else she deemed necessary to inspect.
Then, when she was finally satisfied, she quickly pulled Cassiopeia close and buried her face in her neck, hugging her tightly.

"I missed you so much," Cassi murmured in a sigh. Finally, she was in Narcissa's arms, feeling her touch, her scent. Her heart was finally experiencing some peace.

"I missed you too, my love. I missed you too," Narcissa sighed, holding her even tighter, as if she needed it to breathe.

When they apparated, Bellatrix had her face pressed against the gate bars. "Have you arrived, Cissy? Where are they? Where's the girl?" she asked, euphoric.

Cassi rolled her eyes. "Feeling lonely?" she teased.

Bellatrix gave her a sinister look, but a manic smile played on her lips. "Looks well, pet," she murmured, staring her up and down.

Narcissa wrinkled her nose and grabbed Cassiopeia's arm, pulling her inside. As they passed through the magical shields, Cassi felt Bellatrix's icy electricity. A shiver ran down her spine, making her tremble, but she continued to ignore the woman.

"I've redecorated the room again," Narcissa said with a broad smile as they entered the entrance hall.

"Again?" Cassi raised an eyebrow, amused. But she absolutely loved the older woman's effort.

"Cissy's been playing at decorating for a week. It's been unbearable listening to her mutter to herself, 'But she loves green. But maybe gold would be better this time,' and blah, blah, blah. Annoying!" Bellatrix complained childishly.

Cassiopeia grimaced at the woman when she noticed how embarrassed Narcissa seemed.
"Well, I find it adorable. Thank you very much, love. I can't wait to see it," she said with a smile as their hands joined.

This seemed to cheer Narcissa up, and she pulled Cassiopeia into a passionate kiss. Heavens, how she had missed this woman.

"Urghhhh, get a room," Draco grumbled as he walked by. But he had a sweet smile on his lips as he watched them.

Unlike Bellatrix, who had a deep frown and longing eyes, as if she had been denied a treat she really wanted.

Narcissa smirked cynically as she pulled Cassiopeia towards her room. "Actually, that's a great idea. I'll show you the decoration, come on, come on," she requested excitedly.

Cassi chuckled as she followed the older woman through the corridors. But, unlike a guest room, Narcissa led her to her own bedroom.

Cassiopeia was stunned to see that the four-poster bed, which was already enormous, seemed even larger. The walls of the room were now adorned with a beautiful ancient tapestry of gold and silver. The intricately carved frame of Artemis that Narcissa had handcrafted appeared even more beautiful above the fireplace. There were also two massive terrariums and some perches for snakes.

"Narcissa..." Cassi was left speechless for a moment.

"I didn't want to assume you'd stay with me, but..." she said, suddenly looking very nervous.

"Cissa, I love it," Cassi sighed, genuinely moved. "You've created special places for Seraphina and Morgus..."

"Well, of course. They're very important! By the way, where's Seraphina? I've missed her," Narcissa said, gazing intently at the carrier in her hands.

Cassiopeia laughed as she momentarily set her suitcase down and held the older woman's face in her hands.

"You have no idea how much this means to me," Cassi said, each word filled with reverence, before gently pressing her lips against Narcissa's, pouring all her feelings into the kiss.

Narcissa gasped as memories flooded her mind. Cassi gently pushed, lowering her mental shield just for her.

"Serpents of Salazar... I love you, my sweet girl," she whispered, their noses brushing.

Cassiopeia pulled back slightly to open the carriers. Seraphina was the first to emerge, exploring the room. Shortly after, Morgus slithered out, half his body raised as he crawled. They seemed to adore the place. Morgus eagerly explored the sand-filled terrarium, happily burrowing himself into the warm environment.

Narcissa smiled at the snake, seeking permission to touch her, which was granted swiftly, as Seraphina coiled around the older woman.

"She's gotten heavier," she sighed as she caressed the silky scales.

"She'll get even bigger, being a female," Cassi smiled as she observed the two.

With Seraphina finally settled, Narcissa stared at Cassi intensely.

"Oh, babygirl," she murmured, her gaze fixated on Cassi's neck, apparently irritated by the now smooth neck. "I'll have to color it again."

Cassi slowly approached the older woman, kissing her lips with deceptively innocent tenderness before sliding her hands down to grasp the round butt and dig her nails in.
She relished in her temporary victory as Narcissa audibly sighed and enthusiastically returned the kiss, holding her head to prevent her from escaping.

One tongue sought entry, and Cassi was eager to please. She sucked on Narcissa's lower lip, gently nibbling before allowing their tongues to collide once more, fighting for dominance.

Their moment was brief as Narcissa easily regained control. The younger woman shivered as she felt Narcissa pull her hair forcefully.
Placing her palm flat on Cassi's chest, she held her in place as she pulled away from the kiss.

"Seems like you forgot who's in control, love."
Gray-brown eyes glinted with malice and what could only be described as wicked intent. She took two steps back, adjusting her attire as she advanced, never breaking eye contact, even as the distance between them increased.

"Get out of your clothes. Now," commanded Narcissa in a tone that brooked no argument or disobedience.

She maintained an unwavering gaze from her green eyes, putting on a torturously slow display as she undid each button and slid the shirt off her shoulders.

Off came the shoes, swiftly followed by her skirt, all the while feeling the icy gaze never leaving her. She made a deliberate point of bending over, presenting her buttocks in full display, a subtle sway of her hips, and there it was. That hungry look on Narcissa's face.

She stood there in nothing but her underwear, gazing at the fully clothed woman in front of her. Narcissa was openly looking at her with significant appreciation.

"Cassiopeia... you..." she says, and it's so low and hissy that she could easily have missed it.

Cassi lets out a squeak, panicked. Like a small cornered prey. "Y-Yes?"

Narcissa's tone of voice is controlled, but there's something more, a hint of tremor, as if she's been waiting for this for a long time.

"You're quite the fool, aren't you? Expected more from a girl who holds the title of the brightest of her age."

This makes Cassiopeia look up with a defiant tilt of her head. "Why!?" she asks, sounding greatly offended.

It's a mistake, for when she looks back at Narcissa, the woman is already right in front of her. Long fingers and short nails dig into her jaw as she grips her, forcing her to meet her eyes.

"Since you seem to not understand basic sentences, I'll be more specific with you so that your pretty little head can comprehend. Did I tell you to stop?" She growls, her tone deeper and rougher than before, demanding and commanding. "I want you to take it all off, all of it."

Oh... Oh. Just that?

Cassiopeia smiles wickedly as she removes the last piece of clothing, her gaze fixed onto Narcissa's.

She watched as the witch traced her eyes over her body, almost as if she could feel the slender, warm hands everywhere.

Narcissa took a step forward, and Cassi fought against the urge to whimper.

"Aren't you lovely like that? A receptive little thing, dear." The older woman commented as she caressed her skin. "Begging for my touch," she said as she lowered her hands between her legs. Oh dear... Absolutely soaked."

"Always," Cassi gasped as she pressed herself more firmly against her hand.

Narcissa slapped her for it. The cheek burning.

She pushed her back hard, the silk sheets brushing against her shells as she fell on her ass against the bed.

"Lie down and tell me a reason why I shouldn't punish you like you deserve right now."

As Cassi struggled to do as she was asked, Narcissa undid the five buttons that fastened her outer robes. Without taking her eyes off Cassi, she unbuttoned the delicate buttons of her cuffs and rolled up her sleeve to her elbows.

"Well, pet? I'm listening."

Cassiopeia ignores the heat running through her head as she stubbornly stares at Narcissa. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
What was she supposed to say?

Hurry up!

Narcissa's eyes seem to be shining. No! What is it? Oh it's on my mind, damn, damn.

"Sorry, mommy! I'm sorry I'm mean-"

Before she can react, Narcissa is kneeling on the bed, hovering over her.

"Huh? Sorry honey, what did you say?"

"I'm sorry I'm a brat ahhhh-!! " Narcissa grabs one of her curls and pulls hard enough to make her scream.

Tears now begin to pinch in her eyes as she drags her head back.

She felt Narcissa's hand on her breast, pushing it up, rolling her nipple gently under the tip of her thumb before pinching hard.

It's painful.

It hurts!
...

That's so good

Cassi feared that her gaze would be too anxious, her chest heaving and her skin burning.

But he realized that she really wasn't going to worry about the dignity he never had when it came to Narcissa.

"oh... I knew you had it in you. Couldn't be more satisfied love" Narcissa purrs, close enough to her face, her nose touching her ear as her lips play softly. Cassi winces at the sensation.

"Are you a little pervert, love? Hiding secrets from Mommy with that dirty mind" She's making fun of her, Cassi should feel angry, ready to fight back even, but nothing is happening.
Narcissa is on her, but only her hand and cheek are touching gently. When she takes a deep breath to calm herself, the older woman's delicious scent holds her back. She moans obscenely without wanting to be able to contain herself.

I want more!

The older woman smiled affectionately. "Now I want you to pay close attention," she pointed out, holding Cassiopeia's face between her fingers, "You're going to take your punishment like a good girl. You will listen carefully, obey without question, and maybe I will reward you."

Cassi nodded, her legs twitching at the discomfort between her legs. She was so wet.
Narcissa smiled devilishly before composing herself and continuing "In case you want to stop completely, Troll is the key word. It means 'stop immediately'. Always remember that your safety and well-being are our priorities, and it's important that you feel comfortable using these words whenever necessary. Do you understand?"

"Yes mommy," Cassi gasped in a trembling voice.

Narcissa reassured her with a small kiss on her cheek, remaining silent for a few moments, "It seems I was very tolerant of you babygirl. Challenging me repeatedly.Part of it my own fault, but don't worry love, you'll be taught from your place."

She winced again, a wailing sound escaping from her lips

"Hands and knees, on my lap," Narcissa commanded in a cold voice.

Cassi obeys eagerly, swaying her hips slightly as she hovers over the older woman's lap. A little confused, not knowing where this was going.

"You shall count. Up to 15."

Her right hand remained on her back as her left hand rose in the air. A hard slap on the flesh of Cassi's ass and she gasps loudly, her pale thigh turning crimson as she swings.

She's never been punished before and for Merlin's beards. Is it normal to be so excited about it?

"Did the cat eat your tongue, pet?" Narcissa's voice snapped her out of her stupor, "Don't count unless you tell them. Again."

The slap came on her left cheek. The force was more brutal this time, she sighed even louder.

"One" She replied in a tremulous voice
Without warning, the slap came on the side of her ass even harder.

"T-two" Cassi stammered, her voice failing as a gush of moisture spread between her legs. Narcissa's hand remains in place, stroking it slowly.

Her breathing is irregular and her chest is gasping. She's sure her ass is crimson red.
Cassi feels her hand descend further and further down, dipping slightly between her folds until it meets her. She gasps again, falling on her elbows.

Narcissa plays with her for a few moments. Her hips jiggle gently, trying in vain to induce more friction.

But then five successive slaps, each with varying force on her right cheek made her scream and moan loudly in surprise

Damn, I've lost count.

Narcissa laughs hoarsely above her. "Oh no... We have to start all over again" Clicked her tongue in false sadness. The hand taps down, the sound of the slap of her hand hitting Cassi's ass echoing across the room.

Tears are thrown at the force of her eyes, trembling lips. A pout forming quickly. Her ass is red, she's sure.

"Tell." Narcissa's voice is hard and rough, her hand unyielding and unforgiving.

"T-three..." Cassi whimpers, her pussy aching as Narcissa's hand pulls back again. The hand pauses in the air.

"Nope. One." Narcissa's fingers separate the globes from her ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt. Cassi whimpers, her pussy leaking desperately.

"P-please..." She sobs. "Please."

"You'll accept whatever I give you." Cassiopeia can't see her face, but she can hear the satisfaction in Narcissa's voice. She wants her to beg. She always liked to see her beg.

Salazar's snakes, Cassi would do anything for her. Anything to make her happy. Anything to make her look at her with anything other than resentment and disapproval.

"Y-yes... Mommy." Cassi swallows. "One."

Narcissa's hand pulls back, slaps her bruised ass and she starts to count, but it doesn't take long before the girl becomes incoherent, moans, screams and tears streaming down her face like a damn waterfall. She keeps counting, but thinks she lost count a long time ago, but Narcissa's hand is merciless, slapping her ass, her thighs, sometimes her pussy with each stroke, until she can barely feel it anymore.
She's limp in the older woman's lap when she finally stops crying. Ass burning terribly. A quivering pout on her lips.

"Good girl," Narcissa says softly, her voice full of joy barely disguised.

Her fingers rub Cassi's bruised flesh, surely intending it to be comforting, of course, she must want it to be comforting, but it just makes Cassi moan. "You're doing so well for me."

"M-mommy," Cassi whimpers, shivering. Her clit aches at the compliment, her pussy soaked.

"Oh, p- please. Please."

"You're a little slut, aren't you?" Narcissa laughs, her powerful voice echoing across the room, so hoarse. "Being beaten like a naughty child and your whore pussy is wetter than an ocean"

Cassiopeia doesn't hold back the loud moan that escapes. She felt another gush of moisture between her legs.

Narcissa's fingers sliding provocatively between the folds of her pussy, Cassi sobbing and whimpering with only the slightest stimulation. She's shaking, shaking like a leaf. She has to take it.

It's so good

Narcissa's fingertips rub right against her in calculated circles. She whimpers, her cheeks turning hot and red. Writhing in shame, with an involuntary arousal filling her abdomen and making her cheeks warm. Writhing and shaking and whimpering as Narcissa's other hand presses against her lower back, squeezing her abdomen. She feels crushed under the pressure of Narcissa's thigh on her stomach and the hand on her back and it makes her head spin. The hand between her legs lazily playing with her pussy.

"If you're going to enjoy being punished so much, then I'm going to have to be more... creative."

Cassiopeia's heart leaps to her throat. There's nothing like making Narcissa angry. It fills her with terror and dread, even as moans and reluctant gasps come out of her mouth as Narcissa's fingers slide down her pussy and pinch her clit, twisting and rubbing the sensitive little bulge until it's swollen and pulsing.

Narcissa slaps her pussy hard, and she lets out a squeal of surprise and pain. The sharp pain in her makes her scream, makes her instinctively try to close her legs. But Narcissa separates them sharply, slapping her again and again and again, until she's reaching the limit, almost there, so close. She's so close. So close, Merlin, she needs it so badly.

She's so wet. Her is bruised to the point of aching, but she hasn't yet, and Narcissa's touch is relentless,

"Please... please don't be angry," Cassi whimpers, new tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffles pathetically. "Please, m-mommy."

"My baby... I'm not mad." Narcissa's fingers press against Cassiopeia's entrance, three of them at once pressing against her tight pussy.