The Count (Ch. 8)

The Count

Chapter 8

“Maman!” Gabrielle called out as she barged into her mother’s room. The room was elegantly decorated with only the most expensive furniture and artwork. The Count’s manor truly was spectacular. Gabrielle’s room was much the same, although with less artwork. She really didn’t have a taste for such things.

“What has you shouting, Gabrielle?” her mother asked as she sat her daughter on the bed and sat down beside her.

“My friend, Anabelle Trudeau has asked if we are going to attend La Gala Magique. Do you think that ‘Arry will take us there?” she asked, clearly eager to go.

Apolline thought for a second. The Trudeau family were family friends of theirs, though not close. They were very rich and only associated with the best that the magical world had to offer. Of course, they were going to go.

“I believe that we can convince him, my love. Go put on those panties that he likes so much. I’ll do the same and we can go talk to him. Only the panties, Gabrielle. Nothing else,” Apolline told her. Gabrielle giggled and ran off. Shaking her head, Apolline changed into hers. In truth, she was just as eager as Gabrielle to go to the Gala.

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Harry smiled as Hermione mewled sexily while her face was pressed into a big, fluffy pillow. She was lying flat on her belly with only her ass up in the air. Harry was viciously pistoning in and out of her tight, little pussy as he used the pad of his thumb to massage her lubricated asshole. He enjoyed watching it pucker as she moaned like a whore.

Her pussy gripped him tightly and didn’t want to let go every time that he pulled back. When he pushed back in, a wet squelching sound erupted, further embarrassing her. Just then, the door to his room opened up. He looked over and watched as Apolline and Gabrielle floated in wearing only the tiniest thongs possible. Their beautiful tits were bouncing free as they walked up to him. Their panties were so tight that they were slipping between their plump lips and creating the most spectacular camel toe that he’d ever seen. The girls were suddenly at each side of him, pressing their naked tits against his arms. Harry continued to hold Hermione by the hips as he fucked her into oblivion. Harry moaned as they began kissing his shoulders and the sides of his neck.

“We wish to ask for a favor, Master,” Gabrielle said huskily as one of her hands reached down and fondled his balls.

“And what is that, My Dear?” he asked as he watched Apolline lean down and lick Hermione’s glistening asshole.

“Will you take us to La Gala Magique?” she asked with her big, innocent eyes wide and inviting. He could never say no to that. Gabrielle didn’t even need to hear his answer. She could just tell by the look on his face. She just squealed in happiness and kissed him deeply.

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The following day, Astoria Malfoy stomped her way back to Malfoy Manor and went up to Narcissa’s private room. Slamming the door, she sat down on a nearby chair and huffed angrily.

“And what has you in such a tizzy, my dear?” Narcissa asked as she sat nearby, flipping through a magazine.

“I’ve heard that those Delacour whores are going to be going to La Gala Magique while I’ll be staying here!” she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. Narcissa sighed. When their money disappeared, so did the invites to parties and other festivities. She didn’t like it any more than Astoria did. It was a slap in the face that those with lesser blood could go to such an event while good, pureblooded women like them had to stay behind.

“Being under the patronage of the Count of Montefeltro opens a lot of doors,” Narcissa stated. While she had an arrangement with the Count, it wasn’t the same as theirs. Basically, Narcissa spread her legs for him in return for money. He didn’t lavish her with gifts and such.

“Meanwhile, I’m stuck here with an impoverished husband who's stuck in Azkaban!” she ranted. Narcissa sighed again. She already had to talk the girl out of leaving Draco more than once. Missing the Gala would likely break the camel’s back. La Gala Magique was THE place to be in the magical community. Only the most wealthy and famous people were allowed to attend. The best part of the Gala for the females was of course the fashion show. It showcased all the best fashions and trends of the coming year. All of that, and they would be missing out. In fact, she had never gotten to go. The Malfoys weren’t a part of that very small, elite class that got to go every year.  As sad as it was to say, of course, the Delacour bitches would be going. A man like the Count could get anyone that he wanted in. The organizers of the event would bend over backward to have a man of his stature there. A sudden thought popped into her head.

It was a few hours later that she got her response. Smiling happily, she barged into Astoria’s room. The girl squealed in embarrassment as she covered herself. The ditzy bitch was playing with herself in the middle of the day. Narcissa shook her head.

“What’s so urgent that you need to barge into my room?!” Astoria asked, breathing deeply. Narcissa ignored the smell of her pussy and sat down.

“I’ve spoken with the Count. He’s willing to escort us to the Gala provided we’re willing to give a little in return. I’m sure that you know what I mean,” Narcissa told her. She saw her daughter-in-law’s face light up.

“Are you joking?! For a trip to the Gala, I’d let him take my ass!” she squealed in happiness.

“That will most assuredly be happening,” Narcissa told her, not even bothering to sugar coat it. “For the duration of my son’s incarceration, we will both be sharing a bed with him whenever he deems it necessary. Do you understand and agree?” she explained and asked. Astoria already knew about Narcissa sharing his bed. She had done so to protect the family, but Astoria knew that she enjoyed it. Sleeping with the Count wouldn’t be the worst thing, in her opinion. Besides, Draco shouldn’t expect her to remain faithful for all that time.

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Astoria waited anxiously on the bed as she shared a look with her mother-in-law beside her. When she agreed, she obviously didn’t think about the fact that he would be wanting to take them both at the same time. Even so, she still would have agreed. The chance to go to the Gala for the first time in her life was too big of an opportunity to pass up. She hadn’t told her sister yet since she didn’t want to look like a fool if things turned sour. However, she couldn’t wait to tell Daphne and see the look of pure jealousy on her face.

Both women were already nude and lounging on the bed when Narcissa chimed in. “He’ll be here any moment. Let’s get ready for him.” Astoria just nodded, not sure exactly what she meant. That was made clear when Narcissa laid on her back and pulled her on top. Astoria gasped as their naked tits pressed together.

Before she could complain, Narcissa pulled her head down and stuck her tongue in her mouth. She squealed with wide eyes and broke free. Instantly she wished that she hadn’t. The look that Narcissa gave her wasn’t pleasant.

“Don’t you dare do that when the Count is here. I won’t have you embarrassing me after I made a deal with him. Understood?” Astoria gulped and nodded.

Soon, she was back to making out with her husband’s mom. After a while, Astoria began to enjoy it. Narcissa was a good kisser and her body was nice and smooth. She was just getting into it when the door opened. Since Narcissa was still kissing her, she wasn’t able to look back. However, she was able to squeal and jump when something massive and warm slid into her damp cunt. She felt it go deeper and deeper until his hips touched her ass. Finally breaking the kiss, she turned her head and saw the Count towering over her. He had his hands securely gripping her waist as he pulled back. Astoria trembled and shuddered as she felt his massive cock rubbing against her tight walls.

Astoria had never had anything this big in her before. Draco was nothing compared to this man. She choked out a gasp when his cock slammed into her cervix just as his thumb began to rub her virgin asshole. Her hands were grasping at anything that they could reach. Just as she was about to cum, he pulled out, and she saw Narcissa’s face light up and twist into a look of tortured pleasure. Her squeaks of pleasure made her oddly jealous. She hadn’t had a decent orgasm in years. Draco certainly couldn’t give her any. And just as she was about to have one, he decided to stick it in Narcissa instead. She wasn’t having that. Kissing Narcissa, Astoria arched her back and stuck her ass up in the air. Wiggling it back and forth like a whore, she was sure that he could see her wet, hairless pussy dripping and ready for more. Only a moment later and he stuffed his member back into her.

Crying out in happiness and pleasure, she sucked on Cissy’s tongue as the Count began to fuck her hard and fast. Astoria broke the kiss as her face flushed and she began to breathe heavily. Nuzzling her face against Cissy’s cheeks, she whimpered and mewled as the Count stimulated her g-spot with every thrust. Her hands were gripping Cissy tightly while her toes curled painfully. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and her nipples felt as if they could cut glass. Screaming pitifully into Cissy’s neck, her pussy clamped down tightly on his cock. The Count just chuckled happily as he continued to fuck her cumming pussy. Finally, she rolled off of Narcissa when it became too sensitive. She felt his thick cock slip from her wet folds.

“Narcissa, why don’t you get her other hole ready,” he said, causing a spasming Astoria to look over. He was happily rubbing lubricant all over his massive, veiny cock. Just then, she gasped when Narcissa’s head lowered and she began lapping at her, as of yet, untouched hole. Astoria moaned whorishly at the sensation. It actually felt good to her. Draco would have never debased himself by doing such a thing, however, that didn’t matter now.

Narcissa moved out of the way as the Count positioned himself at Astoria’s lower half. Grabbing her ankles, he placed her bare feet over his shoulders and pushed forward a bit, angling her into a more forgiving position. Remembering the trouble that the idiot girl had been causing her, Narcissa happily grabbed his cock and placed the tip right at her backdoor. Holding his cock there, she reached for his balls and started massaging them, causing the rich, powerful man to groan. Leaning against his shoulder, she whispered to him, “Give it to her hard.”

By the pained squeal, it seemed that he had done just that. Smirking to herself, she laid down next to the girl and softly played with her naked breasts. Her pretty, pink nipples were as hard as rocks, and she gasped when Narcissa pinched one between her fingers. As she began rolling the hard nub, she kissed the side of Astoria’s neck and whispered in her ear, “We’ll soon be at the Gala.”

Astoria nodded quickly as she shuddered. The Count was so long and thick and it felt as if she were being split in two. His hips were steadily sawing back and forth as he claimed her ass for the first time. Her body shivered violently when Narcissa’s hand slid down her slim belly and touched her clit. Astoria choked out a pleasured moan when the older blonde began toying with it. Suddenly, she squealed as her toes curled. Her asshole clenched his cock as she came from her very first analgasm. The Count grunted in pleasure before pulling out. Astoria laid there cumming hard with her legs spread open and her naked pussy on display when the Count took aim. Ropes of hot, white cum landed on her trembling body from her tits, down to her mound. Narcissa watched him paint the younger girl as he rapidly stroked his cock until his balls were finally dry.

Harry sighed happily as he watched Narcissa lick the cum from Draco’s wife’s body. Things couldn’t have worked out better. As Narcissa's ass was up in the air, Harry took the initiative and settled behind her. He’d make sure that they earned their trip to France.

A Couple of Weeks Later

Draco was shivering in an old fortress prison somewhere in the brutal North Sea. All that he had for warmth was his dirty jumpsuit and a ratty, old blanket that was thin and full of holes. For the thousandth time, he cursed his luck. Just then, someone interrupted his thoughts.

“Hey, Malfoy!” one of the guards called out. “I just saw this in Diagon Alley. Thought that you might like to have a look,” he said as he tossed something into the cell. Smirking, he shook his head before walking away laughing. Draco glared and bit back a response. There was no point anyway.

Draco grabbed the magazine off of the floor. The front cover made his eyes widen. His wife and mother were at La Gala Magique while he was in prison! Not only that, but they were each on either side of The Count of Montefeltro and were practically draped over him.

His breath hitched when he saw what they were wearing. The Gala was the only place that a pureblooded woman could dress like a whore and not get flack for it. Hell, it was practically required. Some women scoffed at the pictures that came from there, but everyone knew that they were just jealous and would dress the same if they were in the same position. His mother wore a dress that was so low cut that the neckline went down past her belly button and almost showed off her mound. The skirt part of the dress was slit at the sides and showed off her entire legs as well as her hips. On her feet were fancy high heels, and she was draped in diamonds.

He ground his teeth when he saw his “loyal” wife. Her dress was extremely tight and had so many cutouts that it showed off practically everything! He could see underboob, overboob, sideboob, not to mention nearly her entire belly. Her back was almost completely bare, and the dress was so short that the bottom of her ass cheeks were hanging out. He could see that the black dress really popped with her pale complexion. She too had on heels and was draped in emeralds.

The magazine crinkled in his trembling grip when he saw where the Count’s hands were. They were not only touching their asses but actively groping them. He was squeezing Astoria’s ass as she proudly posed for the pictures.

The worst part for Draco was realizing what they must have done to go there with him. A man like the Count wouldn’t invite them on a whim. They must have given him something in return, and Draco knew exactly what it was. He swore to get revenge on the Count.

The guard walking away from Draco’s cell laughed loudly when he heard the angry yell of a blonde ferret.