Chapter 3

SEPTEMBER - Baltimore

Tobias had expected to be alone when he entered the home he had once shared with his estranged husbands. The tall ornate wooden doors of the stately Baltimore home loomed over head and Tobias felt a cold sensation run down his spine. Tobias unlocked the door with an ornate onyx key and entered.

Tobias recognised the tall monochrome Robert Ferri painting in the entry way that had always sat on the top of the staircase. The tree-like cloak stand on the ground floor to his left and the tall mahogany wood vanity with brass fixings that Tobias knew held Hannibal and Will's keys once they came home, on his right.

However, Tobias did not recognise the wide-eyed brunette young lady who was kneeling on the ground stroking Winston's thick pepper and honeycomb coat. Tobias walked closer and Winston ran towards him, barking loudly, his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out. Tobias could see the happiness in Winston's eyes and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He had never meant to hurt Winston or the others when he left his husbands but, rationally, he knew that separation from Hannibal and Will meant separating his social life from theirs and that others would be affected and hurt.

As Tobias knelt to stroke Winston and as he showed the pet affection he looked at the girl. "May I ask who you are? And why you are here?" Tobias said, looking her in the eyes. Dark brown considering murky blue. Silence prevailed for so long that Tobias was almost surprised when a strong yet quiet voice asked, "Who are you?"

Tobias bristled at the tone of voice, the remnants of Hannibal's influence made him prickle at rudeness. Tobias stood to his full height after giving Winston one last pat and looked the young woman in the eyes. "Well, considering my name is on the deed to this house and my things reside in this residence and as well as I do not recognise you I think you should answer my question before I answer yours." Tobias asked, his tone sickly sweet and polite, a trait he had picked up from Will's family and had previously used to piss off Hannibal as it was not directly rude.

The young woman bristled but Tobias could read the shock and confusion in her eyes. She did not know who he was and neither did Tobias recognise her. Tobias raised an eyebrow at her and she pursed her lips before answering, "Abigail". Tobias nodded before walking forward, past her towards the kitchen, looking over his shoulder as he walked, "would you like something to dr-". Tobias was cut off when he bumped into someone else.

Despite his nose not being half as good as Hannibal's' Tobias would have recognised that sweet floral scent anywhere, especially after he had smelt in on his bed. "Alana," Tobias spoke evenly, the tall, willowy brunette wincing ever so slightly, but nevertheless outstretched her hand for Tobias to shake.

Tobias glared at the symbolic peace symbol of her outstretched hand and brushed past her into the kitchen, the very heart of the stately home. As he grabbed a glass and poured himself a glass of water, he heard two pairs of feet enter the kitchen behind him. Both Alana and Abigail sat down at the island, Alana pulling out the chair for the younger woman.

Alana breathed deeply before speaking, "I know you must be wondering why we're here." Tobias raised an eyebrow and settled against the sink facing them. Alana tried for a small smile but Tobias maintained his blank expression and narrowed gaze.

Alana pressed on, "Abigail has recently been involved in a traumatic experience in her personal life and I thought it best if she had a network of people she could depend on outside of me." Tobias raised his eyebrow and snorted. Alana bristled.

Tobias quietly placed his glass to the side, "part of me cannot believe that you would assume that Hannibal and Will would just up and play happy families with you and that child, you should know better as a medical practitioner." Alana glared at Tobias, "this is for the benefit of Abigail. She has no-one and needs suitable guardians, since Hannibal and Will have no children I thought it made sense to see if they would foster her until she was ready to live an independent life." The thinly veiled stab at Tobias and his lack of the ability to have children did not go unnoticed by the musician.

Tobias rolled his eyes, "just because my marriage is in disarray does not make it appropriate for you to insert yourself in a desperate attempt to seduce my husbands with the chance at a 'proper' family. That's low, even for you Alana." The other woman flushed scarlet but Tobias paid her no mind and carried on, "Alana, your meddling is not healthy to that child, feeding her delusions of a readymade family. I doubt social services would approve of what you are doing if they heard the full story."

While Tobias and Alana argued, Abigail said not a word. However, anyone could see that the words being spoken had cut deep and that Alana was guilty of selling dreams to the young girl.

Tobias and Alana continued to spew vitriol until a deep voice with a European twang cut through the sound.

"May I ask why there is such a ruckus in my kitchen?" Hannibal asked from the doorway. Immediately all sound stopped and three heads turned to look at him. The tall Lithuanian doctor said nothing as he walked into the kitchen and began washing his hands.

Tobias tensed as his ex-husband wandered into his personal space, his body language at ease with the closeness; the small smirk betraying to Tobias Hannibal's selfish enjoyment of the awkward situation.

As Hannibal wiped his hands on a dish towel and turned to face Alana and Abigail. "Alana, may I ask why you and Abigail are here?" It was posed as a question but Tobias could see that it was a demand. Hannibal had not expected her.

Alana blushed slightly and started stuttering and Tobias couldn't help the glee building in his chest. This was not going to be pretty, but he couldn't help feeling some sadistic joy at not being at the end of Hannibal's ire for the first time in a long time.

As Alana explained herself, Tobias noticed the slight narrowing of Hannibal's eyes and the subtle flaring of his nostrils. He was not amused. Hannibal gritted his teeth before, steeling his face. "Alana I do not think it is appropriate to merge the line between professional and personal interest in Abigail's life, furthermore, I think it even less appropriate to push the boundaries of our professional and personal relationship by involving us within your personal decisions and trying to capitalise on the state of our marital affairs." He turned his attention to Abigail who had he head bowed, "I am sorry Abigail but I do not think it is appropriate for you to live with us or for your guardianship to be transferred to us."

As Hannibal finished addressing Abigail, Will walked into the room. Tobias couldn't stop the curl of desire pooling in his stomach when he saw the slicked curls, dripping water down his face, the red lips and the t-shirt that clung to all of Will's defined muscles. The tanned creole man dried his hair with a thick red towel, sending a grin to Tobias as he shook his head, not dissimilar to one of the dogs.

"What's happening down here?" Will asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down, "All I could hear is all of you talking in the shower." Alana blushed slightly as she took in his state of Will's appearance. Tobias bristled and bit back making a comment about how she could never keep her hands to herself. Tobias sighed to offload the stress and shook his head, this was a bad idea.

Tobias shook his head, he took a deep breath in prevent tears falling and shook his head again.

He croaked out a garbled apology before running out of the door, it was all just a bit too much for him.

September – Diagon Alley, London

Caesar Addams had met many a brilliant man in his life.

Many men full of zest and blind hope, wishing for a better life, gung-ho about a cause.

Luckily, Dominus Malfoy was not one of those men.

Even from afar, Caesar could tell that the blonde aristocrat held a quiet air of dignity. One that breathed intrigue. The way his eyes roved over his surroundings lazily, assessing every person, every object, every word yet making it appear that he was just bored. It made Caesar almost giddy with anticipation to see. It had been a while since he had verbally sparred with someone, especially someone renowned for their cool disposition and their silver tongue.

Caesar knew it had been a hard few years for the young Dominus. It was not easy to undertake a successful coup d'état against your family; it was an especially gutsy move when a family had the esteemed title of Ancient and Honourable. In such houses, familial magicks could exact its own retribution against someone.

Caesar knew that no other Dominus had stepped up to steer the young Dominus in the right direction since his father 'stepped' down as Dominus Malfoy. Inwardly, Caesar hoped he would be able to use that tidbit to his own benefit.

Caesar followed the young wizard to the table where Dominus Malfoy sat. He ignored the irritating nervous disposition of the waiter and tried to squash the annoyance he felt at his incessant and nonsensical chatter. Caesar breathed slightly more forcefully than usual and shook his head, his inability to ignore what would usually be a banal example of human annoyance, just proved to him that he was off-centre, and keyed-up and he cursed his grandchildren in his head.

Turning his attention to Dominus Malfoy, he loomed over the back of the Wizard waiting to see if he noticed. It was clear to Caesar that the other Dominus had noticed his presence long before he had arrived at the table. Caesar raised an eyebrow and the minute wait but his eyes curved approvingly when the other man stood and greeted him appropriately. "Merry Meet, Dominus Addams" Dominus Malfoy said, bowing his head and upper body shallowly and keeping eye contact with the other Dominus, the signature grey eyes of the Malfoy family revealing nothing of what the man was thinking. "Blessed Be Dominus Malfoy" Caesar replied, both men nodded and Dominus Malfoy inclined his head, gesturing to the table for them to sit.

As soon as they were seated, Dominus Malfoy spelled silencing and privacy wards around their table to which Caesar raised an eyebrow. "Were you expecting any uninvited listeners Dominus Malfoy?" asked Caesar as he studied his cutlery. Dominus Malfoy was not dull enough to miss the subtle body language of his fellow Dominus or the what he had implied in his letter. This conversation would change the course of his future and he knew better than most that quality information came at a price and was not for everyone's ears. "Dominus Addams, you can never be too careful." Dominus Malfoy replied, staring the other wizard in the eye. Caesar smirked and inclined his head, he appreciated caution in others especially when dealing with him.

"Well Dominus Malfoy,' Caesar spoke as he subtly added his own wards around their table. 'I do believe you are wondering why I requested this meeting." Dominus Malfoy nodded, water filling his glass after he had tapped it. "The Addams have not been seen on the Isles for years, naturally I was curious as to why the Dominus of such an impressive family had requested a meeting." Dominus Malfoy replied, sipping his water. Caesar raised an eyebrow at 'impressive' but Dominus Malfoy did nothing else but raise an eyebrow in return. Caesar smirked and tapped his glass, as the water filled he leaned forward, resting his head on the bridge of his fingers and staring directly into Dominus Malfoy's eyes.

"To be frank Dominus Malfoy, this meeting is about more than just business, as you no doubt know. This is about power. You know better than I Dominus Malfoy that the balance of power and magic has not been equal for some time." Caesar paused to let the point sink in. He watched as Dominus Malfoy digested the information before pressing on, his attention never leaving the blonde.

"The balance between light and dark, that has been the backbone of our society for generations, has been broken. We are living in the aftermath of foolish pro-muggle acceptance that has stripped us of our heritage and power; we are weakening as a race. Our magical strides have stopped, our accidental magic has dimmed and our children are being born squibs Dominus Malfoy and I know that you have noticed it as well." Dominus Malfoy shook his head, "Your long-winded tirade aside Dominus Addams, what shall benefit me in this endeavour?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow and grinned showing his teeth. "Many would be too fearful to speak to me in such a manner and less would dare to do so." Caesar sipped his water and continued speaking, "Dominus Malfoy, how is your father keeping?" Caesar's tone of voice was innocent but Dominus Malfoy knew he was anything but. Dominus Malfoy narrowed his eyes before replying, "How is your grandson? His betrothal was the highlight of the pureblood social scene."

Caesar smirked, "touche, Dominus Malfoy. There is a reason why I have not called you by your given name, despite coming from a significantly older family and being of an older age than you." Caesar leaned forward, "I respect you a lot more than I respected your father and I will not insult you by refusing to refer to you by the title you so rightfully deserve. However, I hope you understand that my leniency and like of you only goes so far. I have chosen you to help me on this venture for a reason Dominus Malfoy and if you are not prepared to give me your all, to risk your mind, magic and soul, then please let us end this conversation here."

Dominus Malfoy said nothing for a moment then replied, "Please call me Abraxas, and would you explain what role you would like me to play in the grand scheme of things and what the Malfoy family will gain." Caesar nodded, "We seek a monopoly over the Wizengamot. Political power and monopoly means that the old bloods would have the means to make changes and regulations. While this is happening, we intend to bring back the ways of the old. Our culture needs to be brought to the front of our society again."

Abraxas raised a thin white blonde eyebrow, "is that all?" He asked, the unsaid question in the air. Caesar smirked, "that's the beginning Abraxas. That's the foundation on which our revolution will be born." Abraxas smirked, "our?" Caesar shook his head, "our" He repeated.

To Dominus Krum,

Merry meet. It has come to my attention that a dispute has arisen between Itt jr. and your fair subicio Viktor. I am writing to request a meeting between our families with the attention of alleviating the dispute and righting the wrongs that have occurred. I await your reply.

I wish you blessings form the Goddess,

Dominus Addams

Dear Dominus Addams,

Blessed be. We have been notified about the situation concerning our offspring and we accept your offer to meet and solve our differences, we are still interested in the move to join our families in matrimony and will do anything to help ameliorate the situation. We will respond with a date for this meeting in the future.

We wish you many blessings from our god,

Dominus & Lady Krum

To Dominus Shacklebolt,

Merry meet. It has come to my attention that a dispute has arisen between my heir Haraldas. and your fair subicio Kingsley. I am writing to request a meeting between our families with the attention of alleviating the dispute and righting the wrongs that have occurred. I await your reply.

I wish you blessings form the Goddess,

Dominus Addams

To the pitiful filth, the proverbial spawn of a dunce bitch I call my heir,

Haraldas enclosed in this envelope is the copy of the letter I sent to Dominus Shacklebolt. Can you imagine my surprise when Dominus Shacklebolt replied that he had no knowledge of a marriage contract between his youngest son and you, especially when a copy of said contract was retrieved and he noticed that you had broken a clause within the contract. You have engaged in sexually active with his son, compromising his status and now he is demanding retribution against the Addams family. To be frank my childe, I am this close to presenting Dominus Shacklebolt your head on a silver platter and it is only because I do not have the patience to train another heir that you are not dead. Mark my words you insolent pest that if another situation arises woe betide you as you will not escape it unscathed. You will have much to answer for when you return home.

Dominus Addams

October – Slytherin Dormitory, Hogwarts

Kingsley let out a frustrated sound as he re-read the passage. Massaging his temples, he let his quill fall in his bed and lay back on his pillows, yawning as he snuggled into the pillows. The grey walls and forest green drapes matched his less than perky mood and the large shadows from his clothing units just made the room seem even more gloomy. Feeling tears well in his eyes, he sucked up the salty water and mucus and swallowed it down, he refused to allow another passion in his life make him upset. He had chosen God and Jesus above everyone, and everything else, and he refused to let it be in vain. He refused to make another choice that would result in his heart being broken again. Taking in a deep breath, he wiped his face and picked up his Bible, he would have never expected that the worn book head come across in the Muggle-studies section of the library would become as important to him as it had. The quite sizeable book was held together by dark brown leather and on the cover, in faded gold embossing, was the italicised 'The Bible'. It was not the biggest or most imposing book Kingsley had ever seen but it held its own aura of quiet dignity that no other book he had come across had never exuded. He had reached for it and, despite Professor Roberts assuring the class at the beginning of the year that Muggle books had no enchantments or hexes, he felt electricity run through his body. There was no outward sign that anything had changed but in his heart Kingsley had known that if he read that books, something would change. And he was right.

The only annoyance Kingsley had about the Bible was that it did not come with an explanation book. It was as hard to follow as it was interesting, especially when he had learnt that the original Bible had been written in a mix of Hebrew, Greek and Aramaic. That had spurred Kingsley into ordering, under guise, the Hebrew and Greek biblical texts and was currently trying to understand the meaning the Bible was trying to convey that was lost in translation or made clear in translation. Kingsley saw the benefit in studying such a controversial and complex text but it annoyed him when he could not grasp a concept, especially as Professor Roberts had explained that muggles had separate teachers to explain the Bible and that it was a long and arduous process to become one so they weren't very common. Kingsley shook his head, as soon as he was able he was going to meet one and learn as much as possible, to hell what his parents thought.

Kingsley fingered the pages of the English Bible and nibbled on his bottom lip, he tried to stifle a yawn. He tried to concentrate on the Bible but let out a frustrated growl and closed the book; rubbing his eyes he fell back against his pillows and stared at the tall ceiling. Despite it being months since Litha and the altercation with Haraldas, he had not seen hide nor hair of him. Kingsley knew it was illogical to have argued for his space and to be left alone then miss Haraldas, but the loneliness and yearning cut him deeply. Realistically, Kingsley knew he and Haraldas were toxic for each other but despite everything; Haraldas had become such a large part of his life, it was not easy to just forget about him. They fed off each other's energy and each other's obsession, drowning them happily in their private bubble of possessive madness. The craving had not subsided since leaving Haraldas, instead the yearning had increased. Especially as Kingsley knew Haraldas still wanted him, he could feel Haraldas' influence everywhere and the courting presents that magically appeared just made his sphere of influence even more apparent.

Kingsley knew that it was not appropriate for him to feel happy about Haraldas' possessive nature, to feel loved when Haraldas was jealous and violent with him; but he could not stop thinking about the possessive kisses Haraldas pressed into his neck. The brand-like hickies he sucked into his thighs, the punishing bites he placed on his nipples or the way he force fed him his cock and treated him like a common whore. Haraldas had owned him in any and every way possible, without taking his purity, and Kingsley had known that they were on the path of no return once he let Haraldas taste a little of what he could have. He had seen the violent, possessive nature in Haraldas' eyes, but had stupidly wanted to play with danger, to flirt with power and darkness in a way his sheltered upbringing had not allowed. Haraldas made him brash, love drunk and foolhardy. None of his other paramours, boys he had used to piss off his parents, compared to the man Haraldas was. Only he had been allowed to mark him, possess him, and own him.

Kingsley knew within himself that Haraldas and he were not completely finished, not yet. Haraldas had seen him without his chastity belt, had breathed in the scent of his bare vagina, had licked the tip of his penis, and had pissed all over him to scent mark him. Haraldas had smeared his saliva, piss and ejaculation over his body, had embedded his scent into his skin and had marked him as his forever. Kingsley knew it would not be easy to escape that kind of branding. Mentally, he knew obsession was not synonymous with the love he wanted but he couldn't help miss the all-encompassing feeling of being Haraldas'. Sighing, Kingsley snuggled into his pillows, closing his eyes he fell asleep.

Dream sequence

Kingsley knew he was playing with fire as he lay back on the bed and spread his legs wide; beckoning Haraldas with a finger. They both knew better. Both knew that if they were caught with each other there would be hell to pay. They knew that they were not supposed to be amorous with each other until their wedding night, but the temptation was sweet.

Kingsley was a well-raised subicio, he knew better than to come to Haraldas apartment unchaperoned. To be kissing him, and touching him, and to be rubbing his body up against up him.

Kingsley licked at Haraldas' neck before sliding his hands down from Haraldas' well-muscled chest to grasp his belt; within minutes Haraldas' trousers fell to the floor. Haraldas smirked as he leaned up from biting bruises into Kingsley's neck, the taller male grabbed Kingsley's legs and pulled them apart. Presenting dark brown skin to possessive, lustful eyes. Kingsley adjusted himself, grabbing control of his own legs and staring into Haraldas' eyes. "What are you waiting for Harry? Come on undress me" he purred, keeping eye contact. Haraldas growled, falling forward more his cold hands grabbed Kingsley's robes and tore them away from his body, his nostrils flared when a green chastity belt came to view. Kingsley's belt was all the range in Paris at the time, virgin organic silk, dyed an emerald green colour and cut in a Brazilian style panty with three large rune locks on the front, one directly over when his vagina would be and two on each strap running over his hips. Usually chastity belts were keyed to the Dominus of a family to prevent randy suitors from stealing the purity of a subicio and running away, but Kingsley had keyed this one just to Haraldas.

Haraldas sat up and spelled thick black ropes into existence. He smirked at the lustful expression in Kingsley's eyes and quickly tied Kingsley's body up in intricate knots. He spread Kingsley's legs apart tying them together at the knees. He tied Kingsley's arms behind his back and a wrapped his chest in the rope, the rough cord squeezing his small breasts. When he finished, and was certain Kingsley could not move he turned his attention back to the chastity belt.

As the older male ran his fingertips across the sensitive flesh of Kingsley's hips, the rune glowed and flashed. Haraldas looked up and raised an eyebrow at Kingsley before running his fingers over the remaining two runes. With the locks deactivated, Haraldas leaned down and pulled the panties down with his teeth, green staring into brown, lust staring into lust. Kingsley sat back and smiled when the scrap of silk was removed and he presented his straining cock, plump pussy, and winking ass to Haraldas' eyes.

Haraldas could not help but look, Kingsley's pussy was leaking now that it was exposed. The dark pink flesh mesmerized Haraldas, the two winking holes blew kisses at him and his penis wept drips of precum in protest of not being touched. Haraldas shuffled slowly towards Kingsley, who purred and spreads his legs further out, so that by the time Haraldas was right in front of him all the other man could see was the other's soft pussy, tight pucker and weeping penis. The tips of Haraldas' fingers circled the outer lips of Kingsley's plump cunt, before he ran his middle finger down Kingsley's cock. "Dominar" purred Kingsley and the title took away the last bit of Haraldas' self-restraint. Haraldas leaned down and pressed a kiss against the head of Kingsley's penis before swallowing the penis whole. Haraldas smirked as Kingsley screamed in pleasure as he nibbled on the sensitive flesh of Kingsley's penis. While he distracted Kingsley with the wet warmth of his mouth, he slid his fingers through Kingsley's wetness, gathering his slick between his fingers. He slid two fingers down his pussy, tracing his lips before travelling further down and circling his pucker. Without hesitation Haraldas shoved two fingers into Kingsley's ass without preparation. Kingsley howled, as Haraldas pumped the slim digits in and out of him, the Dominar smirked and sucked a bruise into Kingsley's thick brown thighs. Scissoring and pressing forward, he tried to find Kingsley's prostate.

Haraldas swallowed his saliva, his mouth salivated as he watched Kingsley's ass swallow his fingers greedily. Slick dripping down from his pussy around his wrist, the small pink cunt untouched by anyone but Haraldas, leaked everywhere and blew kisses to Haraldas wantonly. Above Kingsley cried out in lust, rotating his hips and leaking cum. His inner wall felt silky smooth against Haraldas' wandering fingers, sucking him in as Haraldas' finger-fucked him a bit harder, blood lubricating his way as Haraldas scratched at his inner walls. Kingsley let out a gasping sob and Haraldas pressed against that spot, watching with rapt attention as Kingsley cried out and went wild, begging, and gripping down on Haraldas' hand. Carefully, Haraldas added a third finger, pulling out just enough to slip the digit into the tight, slutty hole.

The bed was shaking under them as Kingsley bounced back against Haraldas' hand, his mouth open and his eyes rolling, thee white of his eyes a stark contrast to the dark brown of his skin. Haraldas' had five fingers in him now, fucking the subicio's ass with abandon as Kingsley begged brokenly for more; Haraldas pressed down into Kingsley's prostate repeatedly. "So good for me Cucciolo, such a good subicio." Haraldas cooed down at the other man, Kingsley's neglected cock gave a pathetic jump and Haraldas reached down to play with it. Moaning at just how slick it had become, the pink head dripping with slick and pearly precum.

Kingsley gyrated his hips, his mind going white as he came to the edge but before he could spill over both of Haraldas' hands, a figure appeared behind Haraldas. The white male pressed a sultry kiss against Haraldas' neck, smirking at Kingsley as he caressed Haraldas. Immediately a cold wash fell over Kingsley he tried to sit up but the ropes prevented him from moving. "Haraldas, what the fuck is he doing here?!" Kingsley screamed as he fidgeted trying to remove Haraldas' fingers from within him. Haraldas raised an eyebrow and looked at Kingsley quizzically "you may be my husband to be but he's my lover." Haraldas smirked and pressed a kiss to Tom's lips, all the while rubbing against Kingsley's prostate. The white male smirked at Kingsley as he swapped saliva with Haraldas and palmed Haraldas' cock. The dominari groaned into the kiss and ran his fingers through the brown hair. Tears streamed down Kingsley's face as he watched his betrothed kiss another, he watched Haraldas caress Tom's face and chocked back a sob as he felt a rush and orgasmed in front of his nemesis.

Dream sequence end

Kingsley cried out as he awoke with a fright. Sobbing into his pillow he tried to quell his heart rate. Kingsley was not foolish enough to not believe that dreams had no meaning, he knew his subconscious was trying to tell him something and it started with Haraldas. He suppressed the urge to run from his bed and wash himself, still feeling the echoes of Haraldas touch on his body. Mentally, he cringed at the thought of Haraldas' touch but his heart felt nothing more than pleasure. He knew that the tryst with Riddle had cut him deeply. There was no conceivable way that he could ever see himself being in a relationship with Haraldas again, not if this was the way it made him feel. Hopefully he could rebuild himself – stronger and wiser.

Kingsley had never really prayed before but he felt the urge to fall to his knees, the first time in his life he had knelt for something other than sucking Haraldas' cock. As Kingsley knelt in front of the bed his mouth dried and he struggled for words to say. He knew what he wanted to say but struggled to put feelings into words. Kingsley could not think of anything to say, bar the prayer he had just read in the Bible. Kingsley breathed deeply and closed his eyes, he thought of the words and recited them from memory, "Our Father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For thine is the Kingdom the power and the glory forever and ever, Amen." Kingsley felt a load lift from his shoulders as he opened his eyes and exhaled.

October – Malfoy Manor

As Lucius strolled through the corridor of Malfoy Manor, he mused about what his father wanted from him. He did not know what to expect when he was called into his father's office, his lessons were usually on a Monday and Tuesday morning unless a Wizengamot session was in order. The tall mahogany doors stood closed and intimidating, concealing what he expected to be an eye-opening conversation with his father and possibly the accountant.

Breathing deeply, Lucius knocked on the door and waited for the distinct deep timber of his father's voice, "enter".

Lucius tried to school himself before he entered his father's inner sanctum, however that was all for nothing as he could not hide the shock in his eyes quick enough.

It was a usual sight to see Dominus Romulus Lestrange and Dominus Orion Black in his father's company but, Dominus Septimus Prince was not a usual sight he saw. In fact, the majority of high pureblood society had not seen Dominus Prince in almost a decade. The tall olive skinned man looked every bit the distinguished Lord he was; with silver hair strands through his long brown hair and peppered in his goatee, his large roman nose dominated his face but instead of looking overbearing and crude it added to his poise and charm.

His dark eyes roved over Lucius, assessing the Malfoy heir as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Lucius cleared his throat and bowed before the assembled men. As he rose back to his height he offered a clear and crisp, "Merry Meet, Dominus Lestrange, Dominus Black and Dominus Prince."

All men offered the appropriate "Blessed be" in return and remained seated. Abraxas motioned for his son to sit and Lucius took the seat to the right of Dominus Lestrange. The auburn haired, hazel eyed Dominus sent him a small smile as he settled near him, while Romulus was many years older than Abraxas no one would have been able to tell from his face, he carried an air of mischievous youth that made him immune to ageing.

Romulus clapped his hands with glee once Lucius was seated and smiled, "Well let's get down to business gentlemen." Abraxas snorted and shook his head bemused while Orion rolled his eyes and Dominus Prince said nothing. Abraxas tapped his fingers rhythmically on his desk as he spoke, "Something of great importance has come to my attention and I believe it in our best interest that pursue this. That is why I called you all here today."

This piqued the interest of the assembled men. Abraxas breathed and continued speaking, "There has been movements against what we stand for, for years that are finally coming to fruition now. The so-called 'light-side' are waging a war against our culture and if we do not strike now, we will lose our world as we know it, in favour for a puesdo-magical world which is in fact muggle."

Silence reigned for a few minutes as the other men mulled over his words before Romulus asked, "May I ask what would be required of us and what we would gain?" Abraxas smiled wryly, "We have much to lose if this goes wrong, but everything to gain if this goes right." Septimus raised an eyebrow before sifting forward slightly, "Dominus Malfoy, of our parts to play; I'm sure that you know that we cannot compromise our positions in society, they are tentative at best at this point in time."

All the men knew that to be true without doubt. Like so many others they were plagued daily with accusations of illegal and dark actions against the Wizarding world. It was an embarrassment to the Wizengamout and to them, to be under such scrutiny but the hysteria of Pureblood culture and Wizarding customs had prevailed even after Grindleward's demise.

Orion sighed and clasped his hands together. "What are you asking from us Abraxas? I do hope you are not petitioning for that young political upstart Riddle." Abraxas shook his head and smirked, "No, no, no Orion, I am not speaking on the behalf of Mr. Riddle. He contacted me to arrange a courtship with Lucius, he suggested you felt he would be a better match than Narcissa." Abraxas smirked, his humour written all over his face, especially as Lucius choked on air, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Orion's eyes flashed the signature icy blue of the Black family, which conveyed his annoyance to the assembled men. "That insipid cretin has harassed me and my kin for support for the last three months and I cannot find the prior humour I saw in his actions in the beginning. He does not seem to realise his space in the hierarchy nor understand that he is nowhere near the top of the peaking order."

Romulus chuckled as Lucius flushed red out of embarrassment, "It's okay young Malfoy, I had the same look when my father suggested one of the Flint girls for marriage when I was a young buck." Romulus shivered, and the other men smirked in return. Flint women were not the easiest on the eyes…. or the ears…. or any of the sense if they were honest.

"He is easy on the eyes, but many of said he is easy in other ways too. Not appropriate for the Dominus-to-be of an Old-blood, Pure-blood family." Septimus mused out loud, he too enjoying the young Malfoy heir's embarrassment.

"True Dominus Prince. On the subject of subicio, I must say that it has been brought to my attention that your grandson Severus Snape is a subicio, and fertile at that too. So is your oldest son Orion, Lucius said that Severus and Sirius formed a sister-bond with another." Abraxas said as he clicked his fingers. Immediately a house elf appeared and wordlessly began bringing food and drinks for the guests. In no time a table in front of the men was filled with all the fixings for afternoon tea, as well as pots of tea and coffee.

Septimus raised both brows and paused, "Well, that is an unexpected revelation. May I ask why you brought up such a topic under the umbrella of this discussion Abraxas?" Abraxas raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name but then smiled and raised his cup of tea as if to toast Septimus.

"You caught me Septimus. I would like to propose a suggestion, the subicio that both boys hold a bond with plays an integral part in this plan. I am hoping that you can cultivate relationships with your children, so that they in turn can influence him to stay firmly on the side of Magick." Abraxas said, both Septimus and Orion mulled over his words but Romulus interjected.

"Who is this particular subicio Abraxas? Both Lucius and Draco are dominari." Romulus asked, spreading jam on a scone and delicately eating the thing whole before scouting his next food. Lestrange men were black holes when it came to food, never ending, Abraxas had learned from the past to always keep the food flowing whenever they came to visit.

Abraxas sipped his tea, "Well, I was keeping this news for a later date but, Lucius and Draco will be gaining a brother." The three elder men raised their eyebrows in unison and Abraxas chuckled, he answered the unasked question. "No, I did not begat an illegitimate child. I'm sure you heard of the untimely deaths of the Shacklebolts?"

Romulus grinned, showing his sharp teeth, "You didn't?" he purred, "and you couldn't invite me?" He asked with mock hurt, a hand against his chest and his head throw backwards. Abraxas smiled malevolently, "I did no such thing Romulus, however, a dear friend of mine did and asked that I care for his heir's subicio."

There was silence before Orion broke the silence. "The subicio of the Shacklebolt family is betrothed to the Addams heir, is he not?" The moment Orion mentioned the Addams name a shiver ran through the room. "He's your friend father?!" Lucius asked scandalised. Abraxas smirked and nodded, "Yes Lucius, Cut-throat Addams and I have recently bonded over a shared interest."

Romulus grin grew wider. Septimus eyed him warily, the bloodlust of the Lestrange family was not unknown to the Prince family and he would be stupid to not keep a distance from the Dominus of the Lestrange family and sharp objects.

"Oh, plot twist Abraxas. A Shacklebolt, a Prince and a Black in a sister-bond, a revolution on the horizon and an Addams in the mix. I would a fool to not place my bets on the more likely to win." Romulus reached down and picked up a cupcake, swiping the pink icing with his forefinger he licked it off his finger and released it with a 'pop!'. "Count me in Abraxas, just tell me when and where. The house of Lestrange is behind you all the way."

Abraxas bent his head in thanks, turning his attention to the remaining males he looked Septimus in the eye. "Dominus Prince, I know that you have not been a large player in wizarding affairs recently, but I am asking you no more than to look after your great-grandson and to mould him into a subicio becoming of the Prince line. He is exceptionally talented in Potions and defence and has the potential to become a great asset to your family."

Septimus nodded his head and Abraxas turned to Orion. "My old friend, I would not ask for anything that I would give myself and I know that the relationship between Sirius and yourself has been diminishing of late. But, a vested interest in his life could spring new life and hope for the Black family. Quality Subicio, well raised with an exceptional understanding of their role within society are few and far between."

"We can all agree that the most influential men have had subicio's by their side with unprecedented manners and understanding of their roles. Those types of subicio were never the norm and now we have a chance to influence and raise a new generation of the true power behind the throne. Kingsley, Severus and Sirius are well bred, from prominent lines and magically talented. The delicate, quiet façade of a subicio is the most powerful too in subversion and infiltration."

The men made noises of affirmation, they knew better than others the power of a subicio. They had either subicio's within the family or were married to them and they weren't blind to the power they possessed.

Subicio performed a key role in the lives of the Dominari. They grounded their mates, channelling their excess magick into themselves before releasing it back to Magick herself. Many also developed blood traits such as Necromancy, Animagi, and Parseltongue. It was seen as a blessing for your dominar child to betrothed to a subicio. However, changing times and the influx of muggle ideology had made the role of a subicio seem old-fashioned and slavish to many. Many a mugggleborn had argued that subicio's were 'sinful' or against God for their ability to bare children and their intersex nature.

"Addams wants a change and so do I. Muggleborns are infiltrating our culture and warping our common sense we need to bring back the old-ways and show society the foundation which it has thrown away, is the best precedent to live. I think it is time the Wizarding World remembered where it's origins lie." The men nodded, agreeing to Abraxas speech.

Romulus, ever the one for dramatics, raised his wand with a flourish and twirled it in a circular motion, "I do swear, on the behalf of the Lestrange family, to follow Dominus Malfoy and his crusade, to offer help when needed and support when asked. So, mote be." White sparks flew from his wand and encircled the room before slamming into Abraxas' chest. The blonde wizard's eyes widened after the sparks died down.

A vow of fidelity. Abraxas had not expected that. He expected many a thing from his friend but not loyalty, not undying loyalty. In that moment, he was thankful for the faith he had in him and Abraxas felt a renewed sense of being. Septimus eyed the whole situation warily before the older gentleman removed his wand from its holister with a huff, surprise entered Abraxas eyes as the Prince Dominus made a vow of fidelity as well.

"Well, I do not intend to be left out," mused Orion as he too raised his wand a performed a vow. Lucius could see the validation in his father's eyes and his renewed sense of being. Many had turned their back to Abraxas after he took the title of Dominus from his father, yet those who remained believed in him whole heartedly and it was heartfelt to see.

Abraxas smiled, "Thank you dear friends, your loyalty means more than you know. The House of Malfoy accepts your pledges of fidelity and loyalty and endeavours to keep all of our best interests at heart." Abraxas poured glasses of bourbon for each and sipped at his glass.

"As for Riddle, he will soon find that any movement in the Wizarding World is blocked if you do not learn to play the game. At the moment, he's not even a player on the board." Romulus mused as he topped up his glass and lounged in his chair.

Orion smirked, "he is not known for his political etiquette Romulus. Besides, Abraxas was just telling us about this wonderful plan of his, concerning Addams and our subicio."

Romulus' eyes lit up with childish glee, "Oh yes! I remember, pray tell how you gained custody of a young subicio?" Lucius nodded in agreement and Abraxas laughed. Pouring another drink, he began speaking, "It began with Addams and I…"

My dear Medusa,

How are you keeping? I hope the jewellery I sent has been to your liking, it shall pale in comparison to beauty but I hope you accept this token of my adoration. Your father and I had dinner recently, we were discussing the new extension in the Black manor, the new business opportunities arising; hopefully we should be seeing some important mergers in the near future and you're an answer to your decision to look into fashion ventures on the continent. My porcelain Queen, I hope that we may be able to have lunch this weekend and spend time together, we have much to discuss and plan in regard to the future.

All my love,

Your Lucius

My dear Eileen,

It has probably come to your attention my dear daughter that your son Severus has presented as a subicio. I will be frank Eileen, I refuse to allow another subicio of the Prince line to mar the reputation of this family and defecate on the history of our ancestors like you did. Despite you being a sub-standard child and a pitiful representative of the Prince family you have finally produced something of worth. However, if you would like to remain in your life of object poverty and obscurity you will give up the rights to Severus. If you refuse you or petition for him you will not like the consequences. If this process does not smoothly, if you do not agree to these conditions, I will drag you through the most scrutinising and tedious, legal process, airing all of your misdeeds and making sure that you will never see Severus again. Do not forget Eileen I see everything and I know that the mudblood filth you call a husband has laid his hands on a child of the Prince line. Mark my words, he will not keep his hands the next time he tries. I know you will do the right thing Eileen.

I await your reply,

Your loving father

Kingsley,

I shall keep this letter brief and to the point. It has come to my attention that you Severus and my wayward little cousin have been brought together by fate and tied together by destiny. We will meet this coming Hogsmeade trip, at 1 o'clock outside the gates to discuss how we can move forward from this point. Attendance is mandatory.

I expect to see you there,

Narcissa Black.

October – 0001 Cemetery Lane, Addams Mansion (America)

Gomez knew his father was not happy with the way he ran his household, well the way Morticia ran the household. He had not expected to be choosing between his grandfather and his wife, yet. The conversation was long overdue if he was honest.

Gomez shook his head as he stalked into his office, the tall bookcases and assortment of ancient weaponry for décor would usually be so uplifting and comforting but instead made him feel as if he was in limbo.

Morticia was his first love. His only love. He would die for her. Gomez knew he would kill for her without a thought. Morticia was the air he breathed, his ultimate gift from the Goddess. Gomez could not imagine life without her, like a typical Addams male, Gomez had fallen for her at first sight and had fallen fast.

However, for all the love Gomez had for Morticia he knew she was in the wrong.

Her opinions had been easy to overlook in the beginning but his Padre had never liked the cold beauty or her mother. While he appreciated the subtle art of potion making and the chaotic nature of dark magic she brought to the family, Caesar disliked her personal opinions. She was too narrow minded in his opinion and Gomez had not shared his opinion until now.

The subject of Haraldas' chosen mate had been the topic of many Addams' conversation the last months, especially Morticia's response. She had been rude period. Rudeness was not becoming of a member of the Addams family and Gomez was embarrassed to have witnessed her less than stellar behaviour in front of the family. She knew better and it killed him that Padre had been there to see it.

Padre liked Kingsley, all the Addams could see that. He was a breath of fresh air and Gomez could see the appeal too. Kingsley was unlike Morticia and the Frump women and Gomez knew Morticia did not like that, did not want that for Haraldas. No one expected anything less than a Frump woman for Haraldas, Morticia had moulded Wednesday into the perfect Frump Black Widow and it was no surprise she had thrown Riddle to Haraldas.

Gomez knew it was not a coincidence that Riddle had an all access pass to the home, or that he spent a vast amount of time with Morticia, Wednesday and Grandmama.

Gomez lamented his blindness as he poured himself a finger of bourbon and arsenic. Downing his drink, he poured two separate fingers and downed his. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a hand grasp the other glass and smirked.

"You always did know how to mix a mean drink, you get it from your mother." Caesar said, from his seat behind Gomez's desk. The younger man rolled his eyes and smiled "Hola papa" Caesar smiled sadly, "Hola mijo, I guess you know exactly why I am here?"

Gomez raised the small glass to his eyeline then without warning threw it against the wall. Gomez grabbed the tall bottle of imported bourbon and the carafe of arsenic, mixing it in the bottle he shook it before throwing it to his head and chugging back the bottle.

Caesar watched him silently, waiting for him to finish before he said a thing.

"I'm sure you understand why I am here mijo. I am displeased with the way things are occurring under this roof." Caesar said as he levitated a bottle of wine from Gomez's shelf. Gomez nodded in recognition and took a seat in the black hard-back leather chair. He kept eye contact with his son as he poured two glasses of the aged red. "1950? Hmm a good decade" Caesar mused as he swirled the glass in his palm, sloshing the red liquid in circular motions. "Cut to the chase old boy, we'll catch our deaths if we continue to skirt around the issue" Gomez said with mock cheeriness.

Caesar raised an eyebrow, sipped his wine, and placed it on the oak desk in front of him without a word. "Mijo, I said nothing when you married Morticia, nor when you decided to move out and create your own livelihood, or when you decided to veto your birth right and instead chose Haraldas as your heir. I said nothing." Caesar paused and sipped his wine, "But, I will say something now. That woman has no right to meddle in the affairs of the family, she is your wife, not the matriarch of our family. Neither is she an Old-blooded subicio, yet she has caused many problems for me, especially concerning Haraldas' betrothed. You were allowed to choose a fiancé from one of these new American lines, young and filled with wilful magic; but Haraldas chose a respectable Old-blood subicio and she had no right to try and fiddle with that. That young, wilful, and promiscuous man will never be a part of this family and she needs to learn her place or it will become vacant very soon, pay attention Gomez. We. Are. Not. Pleased."

Gomez nodded and drank his drink, "Of course Padre, I understand but Morticia was only doing what she thought best she- "Caesar cut him short. "You are many things Gomez, but I never thought you blind. That woman is infatuated with Haraldas, she has no boundaries, no true understanding of an Old-blood house. She spouts foolish new-age propaganda, filled with French and amateur potions. Do not be blind mijo, she needs to change if she wishes to remain in this family."

Caesar sighed and rubbed at his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose he paused and stood. Walking over to the tall narrow window, he peered through the smeared glass to the Addams family cemetery. Caesar tapped the window incessantly and smirked, "Just look my son, your beloved wife is lusting after our heir…how unsightly." The pause peaked Gomez's interest and he sauntered over to the window to watch.

He teased her nipples with one hand and she suspected, her clitoris with the other. The shivering and contorting her body performed suggested immense pleasure. She was no doubt moist, especially as she ground wantonly into his hand, her parted red lips breathing seductively into the midnight air. Her hand reached back into his trousers and Morticia knew she was playing with his penis, no doubt a large specimen. She set her feet apart and Haraldas pulled up the pink scrap of cloth she called a skirt. Morticia had no doubt Haraldas' fingers were pressed deep within her.

Morticia felt desire fill her as she watched her son fuck some woman in the cemetery.

Morticia Addams was a hard woman to please. All the members of the Addams family knew that. Despite not being an Addams by birth, she epitomised many of the characteristics of an Addams.

Stubbornness. A taste for death. A love for the cruel and unusual.

She was not a woman to be trifled with, especially with her penchant for destructive and volatile spells.

Sighing mournfully, her eyes roved over her beloved Haraldas. She watched out the window, rapt attention, as he made punishing love to a woman in the Addams cemetery. He was everything she dreamed of and more in a child; dark, daring, dashing, and all Addams.

Morticia giggled at the thought of her second child, the blood red of her lips a contrast to the white of her skin and teeth. He was magnifique. From the long ebony curls, to the olive skin he had stolen from the Addams bloodline and those seductive emerald eyes that stared into your soul and promised eternal punishment. She had tried to convince Gomez that the warmth of her welcome, loving embrace and the sensuality of her naked body was the best tool to usher him into man hood and place him on the path of an Addams family Casanova. But Gomez had laughed and walked away. She purred at the glimpse of a future long gone and sighed, her little Haraldas was not a child anymore. If she was honest, he had never been like Pugsley, and Wednesday, her Haraldas was a man within a child's body, a libertine from birth, a succubus contained inside the flesh of a human.

She had thought her sacrifices to Loki had been answered when he had written her saying that he had found his One. His other half, his partner in crime and she could not help but sink her teeth into the juicy morsel of information. She knew she was not the only one interested in his love life, Haraldas had always been reserved in affairs of his heart.

Addams men found their mate's young, it was just their way.

Despite this, Haraldas had seldom ever presented a potential mate to the family; instead he had enjoyed succumbing himself in hedonistic pleasures. She knew Haraldas' tastes had always run a little 'outside' the norms for an Addams but all of his conquests had that caustic wit, and dry outlook on life that made them so desirable and appealing to the family. Even though they were nothing more than bed warmers, Morticia had been happy that he had been sharing his body with decent enough people. All she had ever wanted for her son was someone who fit with Haraldas like a lock to a key, their 'flaws' could have been over looked.

Except for in the case of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

She did not like Kingsley Shacklebolt.

He was not Addams material; he was not good enough for her child, her darling boy. The idea of him joined to her family for eternity made her blood boil. The putrid little negro would never be able to understand the need for life sustaining blood, had no respect for pledging or the religion of the gods. He would never be able to conceive the raw need and want an Addams had for chaos, obsession, and destruction.

Thankfully he was not an issue anymore. Morticia seldom got involved in the affairs concerning her children, but she knew that she had been in the right orchestrating events.

She continued to watch Haraldas as he thrust with purpose and pain into the undeserving woman she felt a pleasurable sensation arise in her stomach. It felt like scorn mixed with annoyance and it made her bristled as the beast Haraldas was fucking bellowed into the moonlight. Feeling the anger well up in her, she stood and made her decision. As Morticia made her descent through the house, all she could think of was the pleasure of Haraldas' punishing stokes inside her.

Morticia scuttled down the 'secret' spiral staircase to the graveyard. It was if the house was beckoning her closer to Haraldas, as if it knew that they were meant to be. She reached outside the house and made her way through the dilapidated cemetery. Passing derelict tombs, broken headstones, and trees struck by lightening trees, the gray fog concealed the bottom half of her dress as she made her descent into the boneyard.

Passing the graves for Calypso and Casper Addams, she peered behind an unmarked tomb as Haraldas bent his partner over a stone bench and fucked her from behind. Rolling her eyes at the ungodly shrieking of his partner, Morticia reached down pulled her skirt apart. She tore a large rip in the side, revealing long hairless legs, unmarked and of such a pallor they resembled a dead body. Morticia's signature garter belt and stockings encased her legs, the red lace of her belt adding a sensual touch to her seductive outfit.

Morticia stuck one foot out from behind the gravestone than another. She appeared like a ghoulish angel, dark and sinister with a touch of Sexy. Morticia saw the plain brown eyes of the girl widen as she walked towards them. 'Good' Morticia thought, she loved the edge of competition she got from other women. Women intimidated by her youth and killer good looks. As Morticia strolled over to Haraldas, the tall, sweaty man raised to his full height and finished inside of his paramour, growling to the moon in completion.

Morticia felt her clitoris throb in want as the animalistic sounds coming from her Haraldas. She walked behind him and rose onto her tip toes, covering his eyes with her hands she whispered sensually into his ear, "Guess who?"

Morticia could sense his smirk and removed her hands, trailing her fingers down his bare, sweat laden chest. The taller male quirked an eyebrow at the intimate display but did nothing, his smirk became wider as Morticia's hand fell lower and lower and she wrapped her fingers around his still wet penis. She pulled him out of the girl and pumping him slowly, her eyes never left Haraldas' she spoke in her usual sensual cadence, nonchalantly as if she was not touching her son inappropriately. "My, my, Hildefons I never knew you were so well endowed" Morticia purred, she caressed the slit of Haraldas' cock and smiled as precum beaded at the tip. Haraldas pulled her closer, caressing her womanly curves. As he ran his hands down the small of her back, he spelled away the rest of her clothes, revealing luminous white skin to the moonlight.

Morticia giggled.

She continued to giggle as Haraldas pulled her closer, caressing her bare thigh with his large, wet palm. The moon light caressed them as they bathed in sexual sin. Morticia pressed kisses against his collarbone and neck, clawing at his back with one hand. With the other she pumped his cock and got him wet and hard for her. As Haraldas' hand reached higher on her leg she heard a groan behind her.

Reluctantly pulling away from his addictive kisses, Morticia swirled around and rested her eyes on Haraldas' whore. Jealous fury welled up in her as she watched the woman bask in post-orgasmic happiness. Morticia gritted her teeth, it was one thing to know Haraldas was sexual active but another to see it first hand in front of her. Smiling sadistically, she knelt down over the splayed-out girl and caressed her hair lightly, "Oh my poor dear, did my Harlequin fuck you too hard?" she asked in a sickly-sweet tone. The woman nodded in her daze and Morticia's eyes turned to stone. "Well then," she said, "I'll help you ease the pain."

Morticia gave no other warning.

Haraldas watched as his mother transfigured a piece of stone on the ground next to her feet into a sharp dagger. Bemused, he watched as Morticia stroked the girl's hair with one hand and reached down to grasp the dagger with another. Under her breath, Morticia muttered the spell for a sacrifice and struck the girl in the neck.

She had no chance.

She gurgled and thrashed, blood spraying from the cut in the throat. Sadly, for her Morticia was a master when it came to finding major arteries. The blood spurted everywhere and Morticia continued to stroke her hair and whisper endearments in her ear, as the girl clutched at her bleeding throat and tried desperately to stay alive.

Unfortunately, she could not prevent the inevitable and sadly here ended the life of Hannah Balham.

Haraldas watched with bated breath as his mother licked the blood from her fingers and stood upright. She turned to look Haraldas in the eye. Keeping eye contact she walked towards him, licking the last of the blood of her hand she purred into the night, "AB, my favourite."

Haraldas snorted in humour and grasped her by the waist. She giggled coyly and pressed her body against his, "What do you intend to do to me tonight my Hergian?" She asked, blood stained lips in his ear. Haraldas smirked, "On the contrary mama, ask not what I shall do to you, but," he leaned into her ear, "what he shall do to you."

Morticia reared back to look at him quizzically before a hand grasped her neck and pulled her backwards. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Haraldas smirk and reach for something, he pulled back his hand to reveal a lit cigar. He smoked his cigar, looking directly at her and smiling at her confusion.

Morticia ignored her son to stare upwards at the anger filled eyes of her husband. "Gomez, Mon cher. How are you this find night?" She asked, the grip to her throat preventing her from adding her usual seductive lilt and deep tone.

Gomez grunted, his eyes roving over her bare body. His gaze stopped at her hairless vagina and he let out an animalistic growl. Morticia spread her legs, the moon light highlighting her delicate folds, flushed pink with desire and her small clitoris. "Do you like it mon cher? I waxed for you, the pain was excruciating." She purred the last word and echoed it with the gyration of her hips. Gomez shook his head and leaned down, "I know you cleaned yourself for Haraldas, no-one else. I also know that you were prepared to make me a cuckold to feed your lust for our son, but" he leaned back and smiled widely at Morticia, "that ends tonight querida. Tonight, I will break you into the woman you should be. The perfect wife of Gomez Addams."

Morticia stifled a laugh and looked her husband in the eyes, challenging him. If only she knew how much she would come to regret underestimating her mate.

Gomez did not say a word, instead he flipped her over. Quickly, he spelled restraints to her hands and legs, forcing her to bend over the grave of Casper Addams. As she struggled against her restraints, she saw Caesar smirk and catch her eye. He spelled some wine into a glass as he fed popcorn into his mouth from the bowl in his lap.

Morticia saw red.

Caesar watched with a smirk at how Morticia jerked and snarled as lube-wet fingers fucked her tight virgin ass loose, twisting and scissoring, while more and more lube was added. There were occasional moans of pain and discomfort each time a new finger was added. He could not help the happiness she felt at his son's wife learning her place, he fed himself some more popcorn and lamented not remembering his camera. 'Alas,' he thought, 'A pensieve will have to do.'

Gomez knew that Frump women were raised to never allow anyone to have anal sex with them, that only mudblood trash did such things. Still, Gomez revelled in the knowledge that he would humiliate Morticia in a way she would remember forever, that he would be able to show his wife that she would not cuckold him anymore. The entire time, Morticia fought her restraints and the violent jerk when the Gomez stuck a bottle of lube with a sharp metal end into Morticia's loosened hole, squeezing repeatedly, had Caesar smirking. The gaunt woman bit her lip to prevent herself squealing in pain and glared up at Caesar, murder in her eyes. The Addams Dominus stepped forward and knelt down to her level, staring her in the eyes he spat on her face and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "this is your punishment for failing the Addams name Morticia, mark my words you will learn your lesson and get in line or you will be removed." Morticia glared heatedly but the Dominus stood and laughed.

"Now that dry hole is as wet as any mudblood whore's cunt." The bottle was removed and lube leaked back out. "This 'Matriarch' is now open for business." Caesar leaned forward and watched with dark amusement as his son stepped up to Morticia's virgin hole. He looked every bit the Addams heir he was, the thick hair of his chest outlining his large bulging muscles, his dark tan skin gave him a menacing look and the look in his eyes promised punishment. Gomez was finished with being a cuckold husband. Despite Gomez not being considered the most beautiful man by their circles, he had never looked more devilish.

The cock that was freed from the trousers was thick and long enough that Caesar was sure it would have been visible against Morticia's flat stomach if she had not been strapped down along the gravestone. An equally large hand gripped the impressive girth of the cock and the fat cockhead was pressed up against Morticia's tight furled hole. Immediately the fight inside Morticia stilled before violently starting up again, she growled and thrashed against her bonds but it was too late. Despite her snarling and wiggling, Gomez pressed forward relentlessly. The slim woman could not help but cry out in frustration as she was humiliated and taken in front of the Addams men, including her sons. Through blurred eyes she saw the sadistic smirk on Pugsley's face, the way Fester laughed maniacal as she was fucked like a whore, and the look of utter boredom as Haraldas palmed his cock. She burned with indignation.

The large cock, forced its way past the tight and resisting ring of Mortica's rim, and spread Morticia's virgin ass wide open. Caesar listened to the pained sounds escaping Morticia as inch by inch was pushed insistently into her until Gomez had buried himself completely inside. Gomez leaned down and bit into the back of Morticia's neck, forcing her to submit against her will.

Gomez knew he should have prepped her more to take something that large in her virgin rectum but he relished in the tight contracting around him, the blood that coated his penis and slid out her ass around his cock and preferred knowing Morticia would remember this each time she sat down for days.

Thick hips rolled back as large hands gripped Morticia's hips, his nails piercing her flesh sure to bruise, and a vicious, rough snap had his cock buried right back inside Morticia to the hilt. A howl ripped through the night, the moonlight illuminating her body as she was used like a whore. She closed her eyes momentarily but was forced to look up when a hand grabbed her long locks and pulled her head back. Morticia opened her mouth slightly to speak only to be cut off by a thick cock, covered in boils and encrusted with smegma, was shoved into her mouth. Morticia chocked on the penis as it was forced further and further down her throat, her eyes watered and the corners of her delicate mouth split. Saliva and blood rolled down her face and she burned with humiliation and anger as a large hand rubbed the saliva, blood and Caesar's spit into her face. She looked up into the sunken eyes of Fester, who grinned when his eyes met her. She tried to protest but was slapped in the face by Fester's large hand, the electricity in his body causing a sizeable burn mark to be left behind. The slap was echoed by two stinging hexes that paralysed her nerve endings and caused immense pain and her body contorted in response. Morticia burned with humiliation; she had ignored Fester's advances for years, despite the elder Addams child being the more handsome and charming, yet she could not stop the curl of pleasure arising in her stomach.

Gomez grunted and thrusted roughly into her ass. He felt stronger than Pan, able to showcase his sexual prowess and perversion, able to relish in his power as a dominar and an Addams man. He relished at the sight of his wife being roughly spit roasted and demeaned, forced to swallow the cock of his brother he knew that she was attracted to and was now submissive to. It was hard, fast, rough, and violent as both brothers pounded into Morticia at both ends.

It was not enough.

Gomez wanted Morticia to hurt. He wanted Morticia to be humiliated, to hate looking in the mirror and to remember this pain. He looked up and grinned as he saw a figure shift behind the other Addams men. Good. He was happy to see that Wednesday's curiosity had not died away, she deserved to know who her mother was and how compassionate and loving he was to try and help curb her behaviour. Leaning down to bite and mark her again, a thought ran across Gomez's mind. Morticia had not been bred yet and under this full moon it would be a blessing for her to conceive another Addams monster.

The loud, filthy, wet sound of a thick cock pounding through a very thoroughly blood-slicked hole, filled the night air along with the heavy scent of Addams male arousal. Caesar sat on an adjacent gravestone smirking at the show, Gomez knew his father was happy to see her put in her place and forced to submit to Addams virility. Pugsley was grinning and stroking his cock in plain view as his mother forcibly took cock in her orifices, while Haraldas watched with an air of boredom.

By the end of it Morticia would have taken a portion of Addams cock in her body and hopefully her stomach would be bulging with virile Addams come and an Addams bastard.

After all it was their anniversary and Gomez only gave the very best gifts.

"Fuck that ass." Pugsley jeered, "Show mama how to take cock like a true submissive, that her place is on her knees."

"If it was not for that wonderfully atrocious personality of hers, I would think that she was a high-class harem girl." Fester said, pumping his cock into Morticia's mouth with more force and enjoying the look of pseudo-disgust on her face, as the boils and pustules popped in her mouth, oozing rancid pus in her mouth.

Caesar rested his hand under his chin, smug and pleased, as he watched Morticia get reamed from behind. He could see the way each powerful thrust jerked Morticia's bound body forward, the way her eyes betrayed disgust and anger and pleasure.

A virgin was not built to take the kind of pounding that Morticia was currently experiencing and would be experiencing for the rest of the night, but she could not deny the pleasure she felt art the addictive mix of pain and pleasure. The full moon shone down on them and Gomez smirked before thrusting harder and faster, forcing himself further into the tight ass.

"Don't hold back my son," Caesar encouraged as Gomez started to rut up against Morticia's ass, grunting and groaning. Morticia's eyes widened in horror as she felt Gomez's cock expand in her, the whites of her eyes disappearing as her eyes dilated and she let out a silent scream around Fester's cock. Caesar smirked as his eyes caught her expression, "Oh, did you not know Morticia? Gomez's mother, goddess curse her soul, was a were and a feisty thing at that too. The gene unfortunately passed Gomez but on full moons he manifests a wonderful thing known as a knot." Caesar smirked at the growing fear in Morticia's eyes as her ass was split further, the tight ring of her anus broken and torn. Bleeding sluggishly, the sides of her ass cheeks rubbed raw by the thick cock fucking her. She sobbed around the cock in her mouth, she choked and gagged, struggling to swallow, as come leaked out of the corners of her mouth running down her chin. She reluctantly swallowed the tasteful mixture of pus and rancid cum as Fester cackled above her.

Gomez saw Haraldas wince slightly at the sight of his blood covered knot, he smiled at his son and shoved it back inside his beloved wife. Both men knew when it was completely swollen Morticia would be experiencing a world of pain like never before. He knew her ass would ache and burn on the end of his cock.

The knotting lasted a good hour, the Addams men watched with rapt attention as Morticia was fucked stupid. At some point, Fester removed his cock from her mouth and Morticia immediately vomited over the gravestone, the putrid smell of her digestive juices and Fester's questionable excretions made the audience smile. The battered and bruised body of Gomez's wife shook as he snarled and growled above her, releasing a sound of Triumph as he unleashed his thick semen and burned her innards with the scalding liquid. The woman cried out, her hoarse voice made her sound alike to an old hag and not the ghoulish beauty she was.

It was twenty minutes before the knot in Morticia's ass slipped free, leaking blood and semen. Everyone took in the obscene gape of Morticia's asshole, the swollen bleeding flesh of her destroyed rim, the pink semen leaking from the mutilated flesh and pronounced prolapse.

It was Brutal.

A few heavy blows landed on the backs of Morticia's thighs "Happy Anniversary Cara Mia." Gomez purred lovingly in Morticia's ear, pressing a kiss to her neck, before he stood and walked away from her heavy cock in hand. Thing reached under to stroke the swell of Morticia's increasingly swollen belly that had started to show.

Gomez's wife groaned as she lay in a puddle of bodily excretions. Her mouth was open and she was panting for air, so much so that she did not notice another penis lining up by her unprotected vagina. The delicate pink folds were covered by thick curly black hair. Without warning Morticia was levitated in the air, her eyes widened as she was in the air and the grave stone was transfigured into a stone chair. In front of her Gomez was using the remains of her dress to wipe the sweat away from his body as Fester pumped his still erect cock. Caesar smirked at her as he paused his conversation with Haraldas but she could not see Pugsley. As she was levitated back down, she felt a familiar pressure against her vagina. Looking down she saw a large ridged penis press against her, her eyes widened in revulsion.

She narrowed her eyes as she heard a laugh. Gomez stood in front of her, smoking his signature cigar he walked closer to her. "Querida, I've decided that we should have another child to mark the new chapter of our lives, and Pugsley has willing offered himself." Gomez spoke with a happy lilt as if it were a consensual decision and it made Morticia bristle. The whole of her 'punishment' would have been enjoyable if not for the distinct brand of mental torture she knew was all Caesar. The disrespect, humiliation, and pain she was enduring that was not reciprocal made anger course through her veins.

As she straddled her son, legs thrown over the arms of the stone chair, Caesar began to lower her on to him. As the bulbous red head of Pugsley's penis enter her, she felt her vagina tear slightly. He stopped as she encountered the first distinct ridge, she bit through her lip to prevent the others hearing her discomfort as her son pulled away slightly then forced himself back into her lithe body. Blood from her bottom lip joined the mess on her face, and Morticia's pale face glowed red knowing her son would impregnate her. While Morticia was used to being a black widow and seducing the most unscrupulous of men, she had never stooped low enough to have sex with her children, she had more class and sophistication than that.

With each attempt to press his cock forward, Pugsley's cock tore the inner lining of her vagina. Her labia were torn and bleeding from the uncomfortable stretch. Either side of her clitoris was also cut from the stretching. She bit her lip to stop the sound of pleasure and tried to disguise her movements to try to lower myself further on him, but Pugsley noticed. "You can't disguise your lust mama, submit to Addams control." He hissed into his mother's ear as he kissed her neck and pulled her down until she was cradled in his pelvis.

She screamed and arched her back as the pain seared through her body and mind. Her legs gave out and she fell back against her sons, forcing his cock further in her. By doing it tore at the inner walls of her pussy. She screamed in pleasure and frustration as her pleasure was on show for her family. Tears flowing again from her eyes, she gulped air and rotated her hips.

She tried to stifle her pleasure but another hand pulled at her head and she found herself looking at the night sky. "Do it Cara Mia, open up yourself to who you're destined to be." Gomez said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and releasing her head. Morticia shook her head but the stretching of her vagina by his penis. She bled like a virgin on her wedding day and the pleasure curled her toes. She wet her lips but could not produce the saliva.

It was obvious that the pain was excruciating and Morticia was revelling in the debauchery.

Pugsley relentless entered his mother, forcing inches of thick ridged Addams cock into her womb. Until Morticia felt his balls touch against her.

"Ne communiquez pas en moi!" she begged out of cracked and broken lips; Morticia got nothing but laughter in return.

Gomez was enjoying her humiliation, his eyes recorded everything and Morticia knew that her newly impregnated foetus would witness her descent in whorish debauchery in a pensieve. Watch her, create him or her with the sperm of their older brother under the lustful gaze of their 'father', and if not Gomez, definitely Caesar.

Pugsley began his last long powerful strokes in and out of her stretched passage. Her scarlet vagina gripped his cock so tightly her hips were lifted as he withdrew, only to have her crash back down into his pelvis.

Haraldas raised an eyebrow and nudged Fester's shoulder, "I think she is starting to enjoy la petit mort uncle." Fester cackled and Haraldas sent a smirk to his mother. Morticia glared through tear streaked eyes, her stiff body and tense frame betrayed her pleasure. As Pugsley grunted behind her, rutting against her like a common animal as his essence began to flood her womb, millions of fertile spermatozoa started the journey towards her uterus and egg.

Gomez happily watched the completion of her impregnation from a foot away by the grave of Vlad Addams, love for Morticia, reinforced by the power he exuded, shone from his eyes.

"Look at that belly."

"She's got a nice bulge going."

Morticia laid back against the stone chair her legs eagle-spread and her genitals on show to the world. The outer lips of her vagina were cracked in at least 10 places and encrusted in blood and yellow cum. It gaped open by at least 2 inches and the men could see clear up her vagina passage, they could see the torn walls and swollen cervix, sluggishly bleeding on the stone chair; the men had never seen her look more beautiful. The yellow cum putrid looking and beautiful against the red of her blood and the white of her skin.

Beckoning Haraldas forward, Caesar sat on his father's grave, running his hand over the engraved obsidian, he murmured a Latin prayer before turning his attention back to his grandson. "Haraldas," he murmured, gesturing for him to sit. Haraldas was not one to show any type of emotion usually, but Caesar could see the hesitation in his eyes. Unlike Gomez who had a raw talent for unprecedented mayhem, Haraldas' Addams gene manifested in his silver tongue and seductive nature, everyone was drawn to Haraldas and he relished in the adoration.

Caesar shook his head.

The usually soothing cold air brushed past both men and played with the curls in Addams hair. "Haraldas, who possessed you to make such a mockery of our teachings?" Caesar asked, his voice grave and solemn. The younger male dropped his head slightly and Caesar sighed, "it is one thing for you to manipulate a situation to benefit yourself, but never were you to disgrace our beliefs." Haraldas nodded and said nothing.

Caesar grasped his chin and raised his gaze, "You know better, much better Haraldas. What you did brings dishonour on us but also your young beloved. Purity is prized by the gods and you took part of his purity, you disgraced the same gods who blessed you with all your power and glory."

Haraldas nodded again, his lips parted then closed again. Caesar pressed on, "I warned you about the dangers of engaging with someone who was not of the elk, someone who had not pledged and engaged with the elders. Young one, your potential mate will never understand the need for life sustaining blood and chaos. He will never understand our raw need and wants. He will never understand the greed in your body and that is understandable."

Caesar paused to caress Haraldas' cheek, "don't condemn him to a life that he will be unable to co-exist in, Haraldas please think of his life and your own. Think things through. Court him, get to know him as the gods intended. Do not rush into things lest you end up like some." Haraldas knew without question that his grandfather meant his parents. He had never heard that tone in his grandfather's voice, it was pleading and full of emotion. In that moment Haraldas knew he had hurt his grandfather deeply and he vowed to do right by his family name.

Shaking his head, he stood "I will court him, and I apologise. I will reclaim my heart Padre and rest assured that I intend to honour our traditions and beliefs, I will not mock our ancestors. He is my light padre, the light of my life and I want him back. I feel…" He trailed off and Caesar jumped onto that chance. "Feel what Haraldas? Human? Normal? You will never be normal trust me. We rescued you from a life of 'normality' so that you could flourish as the man you were made to be, created to be." Caesar paused, "I worry about you Haraldas, this obsession of yours is driving your sense away, you need to re-centre and ground yourself."

Haraldas nodded and Caesar nodded too. The older man continued to caress his grandsons cheek before he smirked and struck Haraldas across the face. The loud crack echoed across the graveyard and Caesar could see Haraldas quell the urge to snarl in return and snap back. Caesar smiled and stood up, he patted Haraldas on the shoulder as he walked by and up to the house.

Haraldas sat there in silence for a moment before a weight dropped beside him. Haraldas looked into the deep ebony eyes of his sister and smiled softly, he could see the question in her eyes. He rubbed his hand on the back of Wednesday's cheek and pressed a kiss against her pale luminescent cheek, the cold skin soothing to his lips. "My little viper, the little that is left over of my heart wants him, needs him. If anything, you should be worried for him, what would happen to him if he is bound to me?"

Wednesday shook her head sadly and whispered in reply, "I don't need to worry about him, he has a bigger hold on you than you will ever have on him I worry more about the monster you will become if he ever builds a place in your heart."

Ne communiquez pas en moi - Please do not release inside of me

A/N - Thank you for taking the time to read my story so far. Just a note that while each chapter is linear the story is not ina linear format, please pay attention to the monthis in which each scene is occuring this is deliberate as you the reader are only seeing a piece of thepicture at the time. I would love to here your queries and questions for the road ahead, feel free to review! At some point I may make a compliation of each scene that occures in each month and post those separately. TA TA!