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"You're early, Mrs. Potter," Lucius Malfoy drawled, his icy gaze raking over the young woman as she stepped into his office, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

Lily blushed, fidgeting with her skirt. "I didn't want to be late for my first day as your... new assistant," she replied, her voice trailing off slightly. She hadn't expected the office to be so cold, or for Mr. Malfoy to be so intimidating in person. His reputation as a stern and demanding boss was well known around the Ministry of Magic, but she needed this job to help support James and Harry.

"Ah, yes," Lucius said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Your qualifications were quite... impressive." His eyes lingered on her for a moment too long, and Lily felt a thrill of something she couldn't quite name run through her. She'd never been one to shy away from a challenge, and the allure of the Malfoy name had drawn her to this position despite the whispers she'd heard.

Draco looked up from his paperwork, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Mother, what are you doing here?" He'd forgotten she was starting today.

"Your father hired me," Lily said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm his new secretary."

Draco's gaze traveled from her to his father and back again, and she could almost see the cogs turning in his head. "Is that right?" he murmured, his tone teasing. "How... convenient."

The air in the room grew thick with tension, and Lily felt her heart race. She hadn't anticipated the undeniable attraction between the two of them, nor had she expected the way her body responded to their combined presence. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help the thrill that shot through her at the thought of the secret they were about to share.

Lucius's desk was large and imposing, a stark contrast to the warm, cozy office she'd imagined. He gestured for her to come closer, and she approached, her breath hitching as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Your skills are indeed... exceptional," he said, his hand brushing against her thigh. "But I suspect you have talents we've yet to discover."

Her eyes widened as his fingers trailed upward, and she knew that she was going to give in to the temptation that had been simmering between them from the moment they'd met. The lines between professional and personal were about to be irrevocably blurred, and she was about to embark on an affair that would shake the very foundations of her life.

Draco watched the exchange, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker. He'd always had a fascination with the forbidden, and the idea of sharing his father's conquest was more than a little intriguing. Lily felt his gaze on her, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She'd always had a soft spot for the young man, despite his family's reputation, and the idea of being with him was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

With a flick of his wand, Lucius locked the office door, ensuring their privacy. He stood up, and Lily could see the outline of his erection pressing against his robes. "Let's see if you can handle both of us, Mudblood," he murmured, the derogatory term rolling off his tongue like honey.

Lily's cheeks flushed at the word, but instead of the usual anger it brought, she felt a strange sort of excitement. She'd always been drawn to the dangerous, and the Malfoys were certainly that. She sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving Lucius's as she unbuckled his belt and freed his thick, hard cock. Draco watched, his own cock growing harder as he took in the sight of Lily, so eager and willing, about to perform the most intimate of acts for his father.

The moment her mouth closed around Lucius's length, Draco knew he couldn't wait any longer. He stepped closer, his hand sliding under her skirt to find her already slick and ready for him. As she sucked and licked, Draco pushed aside her panties and slid two fingers into her tight pussy, groaning at the feel of her wetness. She gasped around his father's cock, her eyes flicking up to meet his, filled with a mix of shock and desire.

"You like that, don't you?" Draco whispered, his voice low and rough with need. "You like being our little slut."

Lily's only response was to moan, the vibrations sending shudders of pleasure through Lucius's body. He gripped her hair, guiding her movements as Draco added a third finger, stretching her in preparation for what was to come. The tension grew palpable, the three of them locked in a silent dance of lust and power.

Finally, Lucius pulled away, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Enough," he said, his voice strained. "It's time for the main event." He gestured to his desk, and Draco helped Lily to her feet, her legs trembling with anticipation.

They laid her out on the cool surface, her wrists bound with a soft, silky rope that magically secured her to the desk. Draco stepped back, his cock standing at attention as he watched his father push her legs apart, revealing her glistening pussy to the cool office air.

"You're going to take us both, Lily," Lucius said, his eyes gleaming. "And you're going to love every moment of it."

The sound of his zipper was like a gunshot in the quiet room, and Lily felt a shiver of excitement run through her as she watched him free his cock. It was longer and thicker than James's, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside her.

But she didn't have to wait long to find out. With one swift movement, he plunged into her, filling her completely and making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Draco stepped closer, his hand gently caressing her cheek as he whispered sweet, filthy words into her ear, urging her to relax and take it all.

Her eyes watered as she felt the stretch, but she bit back a scream, not wanting to be heard by anyone outside. Instead, she focused on the feeling of Draco's fingers in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue, and the way Lucius's cock felt as it slid in and out of her, hitting all the right spots.

As Lucius's pace grew more frenzied, Draco took the opportunity to slip his cock into her ass, lubricating it with the juices from her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, and she bucked against them both, the pressure building within her. They called her their little whore, their Mudblood slut, and she reveled in it, the insults only serving to fuel her desire.

The two men worked in tandem, one filling her completely while the other watched with hungry eyes. Draco's cock was just as thick as his father's, and the feeling of being stuffed so full was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. They whispered to her, their voices a blend of praise and degradation that had her pussy clenching around Lucius's shaft.

Lily felt the first tremors of an orgasm building, her body responding to the relentless pounding of two men she never should have allowed near her. But she couldn't deny the pleasure they brought her, the way they used her and claimed her as their own. It was dirty and wrong, and she loved every second of it.

Her cries grew louder, and she could feel the tension in their bodies as they approached their climax. Draco leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered, "You're going to swallow all of it, aren't you?" His voice was a command, and she nodded, eager to please.

The moment Lucius pulled out of her pussy, Draco was there, his cock sliding into the space his father had vacated. He fucked her with a ferocity that had her screaming around his length, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She felt Lucius's hot cum spurt across her face and chest, and she greedily lapped it up, the salty taste making her even more aroused.

Draco followed suit, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled her pussy with his seed. They both pulled out, leaving her panting and trembling on the desk, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and sticky with their combined release.

As they both caught their breath, Lily couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Despite the guilt that threatened to surface, she knew she'd be back for more, craving the illicit thrill that came with being the secret plaything of the Malfoy men. The dynamics had shifted, and she was now the one holding the power, the one who could bring two of the most powerful men in the wizarding world to their knees with a single moan.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, the secret shared between the three of them a delicious weight that settled in her stomach. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the allure of the forbidden fruit. As she left the office that night, she had no doubt that this was only the beginning of a twisted, passionate affair that would threaten everything she'd ever known.

Over the next few weeks, Lily found herself eagerly anticipating her time with the Malfoys. She'd arrive early, her heart racing with every step she took towards the cold, marble office. The flirting grew bolder, the touches more deliberate, until the air was charged with a sexual tension that was impossible to ignore.

One evening, as the Ministry emptied and the halls grew quiet, Lucius called her back into his office under the guise of needing some urgent paperwork. She knew better, her body already responding to the promise of what was to come. Draco was waiting for her, his eyes dark with desire as he lounged in a chair, his robes open to reveal his taut, muscular chest.

"On your knees," Lucius ordered, his voice a low growl. Lily complied without hesitation, her heart pounding as Draco stepped closer. He gripped her hair, guiding her mouth to his cock, and she took him in greedily, her tongue swirling around the head as she tasted his pre-cum. Meanwhile, Lucius had moved to stand behind her, his robes falling away to expose his own hard length.

As she worked Draco's cock with her mouth, Lucius began to tease her ass with the tip of his wand, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She moaned, the sound muffled by Draco's shaft, and she felt the elder Malfoy's cock press against her tight hole.

Without warning, he pushed inside her, and she gasped, the sensation of being filled so completely making her eyes water. Draco's grip on her hair tightened, and she knew she was theirs, to do with as they wished. The feeling of fullness was indescribable, the stretch and burn of two cocks inside her body a heady mix of pleasure and pain that had her writhing in ecstasy.

They took their time, savoring her moans and whimpers as they claimed her in every way possible. Lucius's hand found her clit, his skilled fingers working her into a frenzy as he fucked her ass, while Draco's cock slid in and out of her mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of their muffled groans and the wet slap of skin on skin, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

When they were finished, Lily was a trembling mess, her body covered in their cum. They untied her and helped her to her feet, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. They knew she was theirs now, and the power they had over her was intoxicating.

Their affair grew more intense, each encounter more depraved than the last. They pushed her boundaries, whispering dark desires into her ears, and she found she had a taste for the depravity they offered. The guilt was always there, a dull ache in the back of her mind, but it was drowned out by the roar of pleasure they gave her.

And so, the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, as Lily played her part as the devoted wife and mother while secretly serving the dark desires of the Malfoys. Her life had become a delicate dance of deceit, and she knew that one misstep could shatter the precarious balance she'd worked so hard to maintain.

But as she lay in bed at night, her body still singing with the echoes of their touch, she couldn't help but wonder if the price of her secret was one she was willing to pay. The thrill of the illicit affair had her in its grip, and she was powerless to resist the call of the dark side of her nature that had been unleashed by the two men who owned her, body and soul.

Their demands grew more extreme, their sessions in the office more frequent. Lily would often find herself on her knees, her mouth and ass sore from the relentless use, her pussy swollen and aching for more. Yet she couldn't deny the allure of their dominance, the way they made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in years.

One evening, as James worked late and Harry slept peacefully in his crib, Lily slipped into the shower to wash away the evidence of her sins. The hot water stung her abused flesh, and she leaned against the tiles, her legs trembling as she tried to process the depth of her betrayal. But even as the guilt threatened to consume her, she couldn't ignore the pulse of desire that grew stronger with each passing day.

It was a dangerous game she played, a dance with the devil that could destroy her world. Yet she craved the heat of their touch, the sound of their voices whispering dirty secrets into her ears. And when she closed her eyes, it was their faces she saw, not James's.

Their encounters grew more frequent, their hunger for her insatiable. Lily found herself torn between her love for her husband and her growing obsession with the Malfoys. The line between right and wrong blurred until she didn't know which side she belonged on anymore.

One fateful night, as she lay in bed with James, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the rough treatment she received from the Malfoys, she knew she couldn't keep her two lives separate much longer. The weight of her secret was crushing her, and she feared the day James would discover the truth.

With trembling hands, she reached for her wand, the decision made in a moment of weakness. She would end it, tell James everything and beg for his forgiveness. But as she whispered the incantation, the door to her room flew open, and there stood Draco and Lucius, their eyes gleaming with lust and possession.

"Where do you think you're going?" Draco sneered, his handsome face twisted into a snarl. "You're ours, Lily, and you'll never be free of us."

Lucius stalked towards her, his wand at the ready. "You think you can just walk away?" His voice was cold, the warmth of their earlier encounters gone. "You're a Mudblood slut, and you'll always be a Mudblood slut."

Panic surged through her as she realized the depth of their obsession. They weren't going to let her go, not now, not ever. And as she felt the cold tip of Lucius's wand press against her throat, she knew she had made a terrible mistake.

Their laughter filled the room, the sound of it chilling her to the bone. They had her, and there was no escape. She was a moth drawn to the flame, and she had no choice but to burn.

The next morning, Lily arrived at the Ministry with a heavy heart and a sense of foreboding. She couldn't shake the feeling that her world was about to come crashing down around her. As she sat at her desk, her thoughts consumed by the previous night's events, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right decision.

But when she saw the glint in Draco's eye as he passed her in the hallway, she knew there was no turning back. She was in too deep, and the only way out was to play along with their twisted game.

The days that followed were a blur of passion and fear. Each time she saw James, she felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was living a lie. Yet each time she was summoned to the Malfoy office, she found herself craving the intensity of their embrace.

One afternoon, as she was leaving the Ministry, she was approached by a figure shrouded in shadows. "You're playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Potter," a voice hissed. "You should be careful who you trust."

Her heart racing, Lily spun around, but the figure had vanished. The warning lingered in the air, a chilling reminder that her secrets were not as well-kept as she had thought.

The tension grew, a storm brewing on the horizon of her life. And as she walked the tightrope of deception, Lily felt the first drops of rain begin to fall. It was during one of her secret trysts with Lucius and Draco that the unthinkable happened. As they ravaged her body, a knock sounded at the door. Panic shot through her like a bolt of lightning.

"Who could it be?" she gasped, her breath ragged with fear and lust.

"Someone who's about to get a show," Draco murmured, not even bothering to pull out.

To her horror, Lucius strode over to the door and opened it, revealing a young wizard with a stack of parchments. Lily's heart stopped as she recognized the seal of the Auror office. The wizard's eyes widened at the sight of the three of them, his gaze dropping to her exposed, cum-covered body.

"Leave the papers on the desk and don't say a word," Lucius ordered, his voice cold and imperious. The young wizard's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, clearly fighting the urge to look away. He did as he was told, setting down the parchments before backing out of the room, his eyes never leaving Lily's.

As the door clicked shut, she knew the game was up. The secret they'd so carefully guarded had been exposed, and there was no telling what the repercussions would be. She scrambled to pull herself together, her mind racing with scenarios, each more dire than the last.

But the Malfoys merely laughed, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "It seems our little secret is out," Lucius said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "But I dare say this will make our little arrangement even more... interesting."

Draco's hand was on her thigh, his fingers digging in as if to claim her once more. "You're ours, Lily," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "And now everyone will know it."

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. They hadn't just ruined her marriage; they'd turned her into a pawn in their twisted power play. And she had no doubt that they would use her to their full advantage, flaunting her to the wizarding world as their Mudblood conquest.

The days that followed were a nightmare. The whispers grew louder, the glances more pointed. James noticed the change in her, his eyes filled with confusion and hurt. She could feel the distance growing between them, and it tore her apart. Yet, when she tried to end it with the Malfoys, they only tightened their grip, threatening to reveal everything unless she continued to satisfy their desires.

Each time they called for her, she went, her heart heavy with dread. They used her in every way imaginable, pushing her to the brink of sanity. And through it all, she felt a strange mix of anger, fear, and a perverse thrill that she couldn't shake. The power they held over her was intoxicating, and she hated herself for it.

But Lily was not one to be broken easily. As the whispers grew to shouts, and the glares of disapproval grew more frequent, she began to plot her escape. She'd find a way to free herself from their clutches, to reclaim her life and her dignity.

One evening, as the moon cast a silver glow over the city, she slipped out of the house, her heart racing. The plan was risky, but it was her only hope. She had to find a way to break the spell they had her under, to show James the truth and beg for his forgiveness.

The Malfoy manor loomed before her, a bastion of dark secrets and illicit desires. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, ready to face whatever lay ahead. She had to find a way to end this before it was too late, before she lost herself completely to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

The door swung open, and she stepped into the lion's den, ready to fight for her freedom. But as she looked into the eyes of the two men who had claimed her body, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever truly escape the chains they'd forged around her soul.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Potter," Lucius purred, his eyes raking over her with a possessive hunger. "We've missed you."

Draco lounged on the couch, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "I trust you've come to your senses?"

Lily's jaw clenched, but she held her ground. "I've come to end this," she said firmly. "I won't be your whore anymore."

The air in the room grew thick with tension, the fire in the hearth crackling like a whip. Draco sat up, his eyes narrowing. "Is that so?" he challenged. "And what makes you think you have a choice?"

Her hand tightened around her wand, hidden in the folds of her cloak. "I've had enough of your games," she spat. "I'm not some toy for you to use and discard."

Lucius took a step closer, his hand sliding over the back of the couch in a deliberate show of dominance. "You're a Mudblood, Lily," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're lucky we deign to fuck you at all."

The words stung, but she refused to let them break her. She raised her wand, pointing it at the two men who had so casually destroyed her life. "You're going to get rid of the pictures and rumors," she ordered. "And then you're going to leave me alone."

For a moment, she thought they might actually comply. But then Draco's smirk grew wider, and she knew she'd made a mistake. "Or what?" he taunted. "You'll tell your precious Auror husband? Let him know what a slut you really are?"

Her heart sank as she realized the depth of their control. They had her trapped, and she had no idea how to break free. But she couldn't give up, not now. "You're both monsters," she hissed, her voice shaking.

Their laughter was like a knife in her gut, the sound echoing through the room. "Monsters who have you begging for more," Draco said, standing to join his father. "You're addicted to us, Lily. You crave our touch, our filth."

The anger boiled over, and she lunged at him, wand raised. But she was no match for their combined strength and speed. In a blur of movement, they had her pinned against the wall, their bodies pressing into her from both sides.

"You're going to do exactly as we say," Lucius murmured into her ear, his breath hot and moist. "And you're going to enjoy it."

Draco's hand slid down her body, teasing her clit through the fabric of her pants. Despite herself, she felt a spark of arousal, and she hated them even more for it. "Please," she whispered, tears of rage and despair sliding down her cheeks.

They shared a knowing glance before Lucius stepped back, his hand coming up to wipe away her tears. "We'll give you a taste of what you're missing," he said, his voice deceptively gentle. "And then you'll understand why you need us."

Draco pulled her pants down, exposing her to the cold air. She struggled, but their grip was like iron. And as Lucius slammed into her from behind, she realized with a sickening jolt that she was about to become a pawn in their twisted game once more.

The pain was exquisite, the pleasure undeniable. She screamed, the sound a mix of agony and ecstasy. They took her savagely, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they claimed her once again. And as she felt them both climax inside her, she knew she was lost.

When it was over, she lay on the floor, her body used and abused. But she wasn't broken. Not yet. Lily Potter had a core of steel, and she would find a way out of this hell.

The weeks turned into months, and the months into a year. Harry grew older, blissfully unaware of his mother's torment. James grew more distant, the bond between them frayed by her unexplained mood swings and late nights.

Lily threw herself into her work, using it as a shield to keep the darkness of her secret life at bay. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the Malfoys' grasp. The whispers grew louder, the stares more accusatory, and she felt the walls closing in on her. Yet, she found solace in the quiet moments with Harry, his innocence a stark contrast to the depravity that consumed her when she was with the Malfoys.

One night, as she tucked him into bed, she made a silent vow to protect him from the monsters that lurked in the shadows of her life. She had to find a way out, not just for herself, but for her son. The thought of Harry growing up in a world where his mother was known as a whore was unbearable.

Her resolve grew stronger, and she began to plot her escape. She studied their patterns, searched for weaknesses, and waited for the perfect moment. It came when Lucius and Draco were called away on 'family business', leaving her unguarded. Lily knew it was her chance.

With trembling hands, she packed a bag, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't take Harry with her, not yet. But she had to leave a trail for James to follow, to show him the truth. She left a series of clues, hidden in plain sight, hoping he would understand.

As she stepped out into the cold night air, she felt a strange sense of relief. The Malfoy manor was behind her, but she knew she wasn't free yet. They would come for her, and she had to be ready. She Disapparated to a Muggle safe house, one that James had set up for emergencies.

For days, she waited, her every nerve ending on edge. She knew they would come, and she had to be ready to fight. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, she began to hope that she had truly escaped.

Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Every creak of the floorboards, every shadow that moved in the corner of her eye, sent her heart racing. Her paranoia grew until she could no longer tell what was real and what was just a figment of her tortured imagination.

One evening, as she was preparing dinner, she heard it—the unmistakable sound of a Malfoy's sneer. She spun around, wand at the ready, only to find James standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of anger and betrayal.

The look in his eyes was like a knife, twisting in her gut. "You're home," she said weakly, her voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "What have you done, Lily?" he demanded. "What have you become?"

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to explain, the words tumbling out in a rush. But she could see the disgust on his face, and she knew it was too late. He had seen the clues, heard the whispers, and now he knew the truth.

The silence between them was deafening, a chasm that no amount of words could bridge. And as she watched him walk away, she realized she had lost everything—her husband, her family, her dignity.

And, Lily suffered while Draco and Lucius got off scot-free as always, ready to rape other women.

But she had made her bed and now she had to lie in it. She tried to convince herself that it was worth it, that the mind-blowing orgasms and the power rush were worth the destruction of her marriage. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, she found that the thrill was fading, replaced by a gnawing emptiness that no amount of sex could fill.

The whispers grew louder, the stares more accusatory, and she felt the noose of her secret tightening around her neck. She was a pariah, a woman who had betrayed her husband and her house for the sake of a fleeting pleasure. Her days were filled with regret, her nights with nightmares of the dark moments she had shared with the Malfoys.

But she had Harry. He was her beacon of hope, her reason to keep fighting. She threw herself into being the best mother she could be, hoping that her love for him would be enough to drown out the pain of her actions. Yet every time she looked into his innocent eyes, she saw James's face, the face of the man she had once loved, now twisted with disgust at the sight of her.