I created digital art because I was bored. I apologize, it's terrible, I know, but it's been a while since I've drawn. So give me some credit.

This chapter was done out of laziness, I'm shoving it down your throats and I don't regret it.

(...)

"I BEG YOUR PARDON?!" Narcissa's furious shout echoed through the room as they were alone that night.

"I helped them invade the Ministry... And I plan to keep freeing Muggle-borns in secret," Cassi whispered, her eyes steady as she confessed her actions. Sometimes, Narcissa could be quite intimidating.

"You have no idea the danger you've put yourself in!" The furious monologue continued, Narcissa's words filled with intensity. "Taking such reckless risks! Luck smiled upon you for having Yanxle completely smitten with you."

"Salazar's serpents! I expected, at the very least, a bit more subtlety."

The irritation was gaining ground now. She had been discreet, no one had caught her in the act even once. Narcissa only knew because guilt had compelled her to confess. And something within Cassi snapped. "Discreet like you?!"

Narcissa halted her step abruptly, wide eyes locking onto Cassi's. But in the blink of an eye, she regained her composure. "What are you talking about?" The question sounded calm, almost casual.

Cassiopeia rose from her chair, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "I know perfectly well who's been killing the Death Eaters, Lady Malfoy. Or should I call you... Devastating Shadow?"

Narcissa spun on her heels, her expression indecipherable, but her eyes betrayed her emotions. Always so expressive, at least for Cassiopeia they revealed everything.

"Since when have you known?" She inquired, a half-smile curving her lips, not bothering to deny it.

"I grew suspicious when I first saw your collection of poisonous plants in the conservatory. And that potion you were brewing, so sweet... It seemed wrong to me. Always in the library reading dark magic books and the Narcissus flowers scattered around the manor? What truly shocks me is none of those imbeciles realized it was you all along!"

A laugh escaped Narcissa's lips, surprising, she just laughed. And then they locked eyes, a moment of tension that persisted until it was broken when the older woman grabbed her hair and kissed her urgently. The pressure of her teeth on Cassi's lips was so intense that a metallic taste lingered. A moan escaped from both, surprise mingling with pleasure.

"You have no idea how your cunning excites me, little witch," Narcissa murmured between attacks on her neck.

"Then show me," Cassi teased, but before she could realize it, she received a slap. She held her sore cheek with a pout and pleading eyes.

"No, darling. Mommy hasn't forgotten your audacity," Narcissa clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Conspiring with rebels against the government..."

Narcissa was immersed in her dominant role, and Cassi felt torn between fear and excitement. A wave of heat washed over her, leaving her panties soaked.

"Is that so?" Narcissa whispered, hearing her thoughts certainly.

Fuck

"I'm not sure if you deserve it," Narcissa's tone made her shiver. "You broke a promise and put yourself at risk."

Cassi simply nodded, a weight of guilt hanging over her, intensified by Narcissa's voice in a way she couldn't explain. Deep down in her mind, she knew it was just a game, her panties were soaked right now, but still, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Sorry, mommy, I'm so sorry, well, not really sorry, would do it again, going to do it again. But sorry for breaking the promise," she quickly murmured through tears.

Narcissa cooed, stroking her hair. "Do you want to make it up, my love?" She asked in a husky voice.

Cassi lowered her gaze for a moment, but slender fingers lifted her face.

"Y-yes, mommy," Cassiopeia acquiesced, completely losing her composure. A visible shiver ran down her spine, and her eyes widened for a fraction of a second.

"Get on your knees," she ordered as she walked to sit in the armchair in front of her.

Cassi immediately obeyed the command, dropping to her knees at the older woman's feet. Her hands were in her lap, and her gaze lowered until Narcissa lifted her chin with a well-manicured finger.

"I thought our agreement was quite clear, love," she began with a measured voice. "Wasn't it?"

Cassi swallowed hard, a beautiful pink blush on her lips as she was forced to shrink under the gaze of the older witch. "Y-yes, they are."

"Yes, they are what, princess?"

"They're clear, mommy."

The older woman purred in approval and signaled for her to come a bit closer. "Oh, love... Look at the mess you've made between mommy's legs Leaving me so sore, so blatantly..." She commented with a click of her tongue in faux disapproval. "Your own mess to clean up."

Cassiopeia nodded excitedly. Narcissa was without panties and absolutely soaked. Heavens, she loved putting her mouth on her as much as the woman loved feeling it.
"Are you going to be a good girl love?" She questioned in a sweet voice. Her hands stroking her hair, as if she were a cat.

"Yes mommy"

He responded quickly, moving closer. She looked up with doe eyes before starting to plant kisses on Narcissa's inner thigh, teeth scraping upward without really getting to the point.

"You're kidding, honey," Narcissa growled in warning.

"I am. You're right. Don't worry, mommy. I'll let you come tonight," she said lightly.

"Insolent brat," Narcissa's tone held more anger now. "Don't make me regret... Of..." she let out a sigh before moaning.

Cassiopeia deftly cut off any threat that might be coming out of her mouth by pulling her clit into her mouth and sucking hard. The complete freezing of the body beneath her was exactly what Cassi had been hoping for. She relaxed her mouth and began licking methodically around Narcissa's center before plunging her tongue inside her.

"Oh shit," the older witch groaned. "I love that mouth of yours, baby."

Cassi moaned at the comment causing Narcissa to shake her hips. She repositioned her arms to keep the witch still as she continued to work her tongue against the wet skin. When Narcissa's breathing became ragged, Cassi focused her tongue on the witch's clit and thrust two fingers carefully inside, automatically curling up looking for that spongy spot. The reaction was almost instantaneous. Narcissa squeezed her fingers together tightly before the waves of climax echoed through her.

Cassiopeia softened the flick of her tongue, but was determined to clean up the mess she had made. When she was satisfied that she had tasted all that Narcissa had to offer, she laid her face against a pale, still trembling thigh and closed her eyes. Being with Narcissa was like being at home.

"Get back up here," Narcissa growled after a few minutes. "I want to hug you."

Cassi moved back, settling herself between Narcissa and the back of the chair pressed snug against her. She buried her face in the pale neck, kissing softly.

"Come here love" Narcissa said huskily and patted her lap.

Cassiopeia happily straddled her lap. She steadied herself with her hands on her shoulders, but when she sat down, she made sure to snuggle into Narcissa's lap. She knew she was making the fabric of her skirt rise obscenely.

“Oh, sweet.  Are you going to be a brat all night?  You remember what I do with brats, don't you?"

Cassi shuddered at the memories.  She knew exactly what Narcissa would do to brats.  She remembered the climax delayed for what seemed like hours.  She remembered the pain of Narcissa's hand on her ass.  She remembered the witch thrusting inside her and making her come fast and hard.

  “I remember,” she said breathlessly.
  “Then be good, little witch.  I would hate to have to punish you tonight.  I wanted my time with you riding my fingers.

  "Fuck," Cassiopeia screeched and tried to stay still.

  “Oh, is this what you want, baby girl?  Do you want me to touch you?  Want mommy's fingers inside you?”

  "Yes. Fuck yes. I want you, mommy. I want you to do anything, please. I want to go. I'll be fine, promise."  Cassi said speaking brokenly as her hands roamed up the inside of her shirt.

  “Wasn't too hard to admit, was it?  Oh, you are so welcoming.  Always squirming for me, love,” said Narcissa reverently.  “Don't worry, baby.  Mama will take care of you"

  Narcissa pulled her in for another blunt kiss.  But this time, Cassi was simply trying to keep pace with the kiss.  She let the witch consume her.  When they stopped for breath, she was on the verge of the climax she so craved.

"Lift your hips, love," Narcissa said quietly. Cassiopeia rose slightly.  Her skirt was hiked up to her hips and she winced as Narcissa ripped her panties off like it was something insignificant. 

It was enough room to slip his hand between her legs. The witch placed two fingers at her entrance.

  "Sink into my fingers, love." Cassi lowered her hips slowly taking Narcissa's fingers into her.  She whimpered when they entered.  were always so good

"Oh my dear. You're so tight. I'm going to enjoy making you stretch for me. Be a good witch and fuck on my fingers. I want to see you get close," Narcissa growled against his ear keeping her fingers still inside her pussy.

  Cassiopeia leaned more heavily on Narcissa to stand up straight.  She leaned against the back of the chair for support and did exactly as the witch had said.  She glided up and down in the perfect rhythm that had her breathless within a few strokes.  It was so easy to break free of the witch who was beneath her and kissing and marking her neck as she undulated.  The feel of Narcissa's teeth against her skin made her even wetter.

  “I feel good in you, don't I?  It's like you were made for me, isn't it?"

  “Fuck, mommy.  Please, it's so good.  You feel so good."

  "Not yet, love. You're not allowed to come yet. Keep moving your hips. I don't know how you could have thought tonight would be easy. You were so sassy darling... I'm generous, so I'll let you come." But. No. Yet."

  Cassi grunted trying not to complain and continued to move her hips.  She did her best to keep her pace consistent, knowing Narcissa would only prolong it if she tried to take it easy on herself.

  “I'm so proud baby, helping those people… Your cunning mind fooling all those wizards in the ministry.  You're a good girl, love.  " Narcissa groaned as the inner walls squeezed her fingers impossiblyc "You're slipping through my fingers.  How close are you?"

"Fuck…” Cassi took a deep breath. "M-Me. It's building. Please, please let me go mommy"

Narcissa placed her free hand around Cassiopeia's hips, holding her still, and leaned toward her capturing her lips.  Her kiss was slow and wet, making Cassi desperate to move her hips again, but she was held firmly.  She sank into the kiss focusing on the tongue plunging expertly into her mouth.  She gasped as the fingers inside her twisted and began to thrust.  The arm around her kept her still.  Pleasure burned through her and she had no escape.  Not that she wanted one.

  "Look at me," the witch demanded.
  Cassi did her best to open her eyes, which took considerable effort.  Narcissa's face was close and her eyes burned with intensity.

  "I love you," Cassiopeia whispered breathlessly.

  The fingers inside her faltered for just a moment before pushing harder and more insistently.

  "Little witch…" Narcissa gasped softly, "come to me."

  The young witch stopped holding back the building pressure, allowing it to consume her.  She clung to Narcissa for support as the climax hit, leaving her shaking.  She sighed as her fingers were slowly pulled out of her and she was hugged tightly.  She tried to slow her breathing and control her trembling muscles.  She felt her eyes fill with tears, but managed to keep them under control.  She concentrated on the calming patterns Narcissa's hands were tracing over her back and ass.

  "I love you more" Narcissa whispered in a tone so devout it made her whimper again before kissing the older witch with everything she had.

  (...)

Later that night, Cassiopeia felt as if her heart was about to burst from anxiety. Kreacher had alerted her that the trio hadn't returned to Grimmauld Place and that someone had attempted to breach the protective enchantments around the place. Although they hadn't managed to break through the defense spell, Kreacher had apparated quickly to warn her before being detected.

She was on the verge of a breakdown, consumed by worry. Were they caught? Were they safe? Her tumultuous thoughts not only gave her a headache but also troubled Narcissa, who was trying in every way to calm her. However, true relief only came when Bellatrix appeared, visibly confused, and sat down beside Narcissa, who held Cassiopeia in her lap while the older sister gently stroked her hair.

Intense glances were exchanged between the older witches, as if they were communicating telepathically. However, Cassi could hardly focus on that, feeling only the tranquility that seeped in when Bellatrix touched her. A sigh escaped her lips, finally allowing her to breathe a little easier.

"It's alright, little witch," Bella whispered, leaning in and settling against the armrest of the chair, almost squishing Narcissa in the process. However, none of them seemed to mind the tight space.

"It's alright," she repeated, caressing her cheeks tenderly, while Narcissa played with her hair, gently twining the strands between her fingers.

The gentle and reassuring gestures brought a sense of security that Cassiopeia longed for. She barely heard Narcissa softly murmuring, "I think it's best to take her back to bed."

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, her eyes grew heavy, and she was enveloped in the gentle darkness of sleep.

(...)

A loud crash shattered the room, jolting Cassiopeia awake. She found herself suddenly pulled closer to Narcissa, who murmured sleepily as she gently ran her long fingers through her lover's dark hair.

"I can't believe you did that, Bellatrix. These are Chinese silk curtains! I've told you I don't like it when you yank them like that," Narcissa's drowsy voice scolded her sister, who grumbled as she settled into a chair.

"You two are disgustingly lovey-dovey," Bellatrix huffed, visibly exasperated.

"Jealous, are we, Bella?" Narcissa teased with a smile.

Cassiopeia could tell by the tone of Narcissa's voice that she was making a face, even though she couldn't see her – her face was pressed against her lover's chest.

"Me, jealous? Preposterous," Bellatrix replied irritably.

"Don't be so obvious, dear sister. I see the way you look at her," Narcissa retorted coolly. "And it's not just you. Andromeda shares the same sentiment. Remember her Patronus? A fox!"

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" Bellatrix questioned, her voice growing shrill.

"Don't pretend you don't know, Bella. It doesn't suit you," Narcissa reproached directly.

Bellatrix came to a sudden stop, looking surprised, but quickly composed herself. "A magical bond? Among the three of us simultaneously? You must be mad."

"Don't feign ignorance, Bella. I have eyes. I've seen the way you gaze at her," Narcissa said calmly, playing with Cassiopeia's hair at the nape of her neck. "Believe me, I am far from pleased."

Bellatrix cackled, a laugh that soon lowered in volume. "You, who never wanted to share even a damn doll? What a cruel twist of fate," she taunted amidst her chuckles.

"It's not about a doll, Bella. She is the love of my life. The sweetest and most remarkably noble being I've ever known," Narcissa stated with conviction.

Bellatrix seemed surprised, almost taken aback. "You truly love her, don't you?"

"Yes, with all my being," whispered Narcissa, placing a gentle kiss on the girl's temple in her arms.

"I think I might be falling for her too," Bellatrix admitted. "I can't help it. I mean... she's so... perfect." She exaggeratedly gestured with her hands. "Her perfect little eyes, perfect mouth, perfect hair, perfect smile, that voice... even her feet are lovely! And those breasts... Have you seen her breasts?"

"Stop it! You're making me jealous," Narcissa interrupted, her voice almost plaintive, as she pulled Cassiopeia even closer in a possessive grip.

Bellatrix punctuated slowly, "Not - a single - doll..."

Narcissa completely disregarded Bella's comment, too focused on admiring Cassiopeia's sleeping face. At least, that's what she thought while the girl pretended to be asleep.

Bellatrix suggested thoughtfully, "Is there perhaps a way to... sever this?"

"I wish I could take her away from you," confessed Narcissa in a hushed murmur, barely audible to Cassiopeia.

"It's impossible to prevent a soul bond, Bella. I tried. It only intensified my desire to be close to her. I nearly went mad every time she told me she couldn't see me. It sounds absurd, I know," Narcissa sighed. "I started visiting Severus more often, using Polyjuice Potion to disguise myself as Draco. I kept my distance, afraid she'd sense my presence. It was my only way to alleviate it a bit. I was still so young... I'd never do anything inappropriate, of course. But I wanted to see her, to have her nearby, anything. I wanted to know she was safe."

Cassiopeia made an effort not to reveal that she was awake and listening. So, in the past few years... It wasn't Draco who kept Fleur away, it was Narcissa all along, throwing away all the chocolates she received, the sweets that were undoubtedly laced with love potion. All this time, it was Narcissa.

"We'll have to learn to..." She swallowed hard. "Share," she reluctantly admitted in a sigh.

(...)

When Bellatrix left the room, Cassiopeia continued to feign sleep. This lasted for long moments until soft and affectionate little kisses began to pepper her face, each touch of Narcissa's lips leaving a tingling trail on her skin.

The gentle lips found her forehead, her cheeks, and finally hovered over her own lips, leaving a warm and comforting sensation.

Then, Narcissa started placing kisses all over her face, her neck, and gradually went lower. Kisses scattered across her collarbone, her covered breast, trailing down her stomach, and she had to fight hard not to shudder at the shivers they left behind.

Narcissa lingered kisses on each of her thighs before a heated tongue licked a long strip between her legs over her panties.

  She felt Narcissa pulling the fabric slowly down her legs.  Her hands making their way down the babydoll before leaving her more and more exposed.

  But then that heated mouth was between her legs again, right on her pussy.  Tongue playing on each side before diving between the folds.

  She moaned softly unable to contain herself and moved her hand down to run her fingers through the older woman's hair