Final. One year later

Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.

A whole year had passed since the day Sperm Toilet secretly took control of her Master’s Book and rewrote reality, giving herself Draco’s real, deep love. During that time, the old memories of her former life — of Harry Potter, the war, blood, and suffering — had finally faded and dissolved like a dream at dawn. The same thing happened to the other slaves. Sperm Toilet had used the Book one more time to change the very nature of relationships in the wizarding world: now all pure-blood owners sincerely and tenderly loved their slaves, treating them with respect and reverence, fulfilling any of their wishes as if the slaves were the true masters.

The hierarchy remained formally the same — Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws continued to belong to pure-blood families. But in reality, everything had been turned upside down. The owners now lived for the pleasure and happiness of their **** girls and boys, surrounding them with affection, gifts, and boundless devotion.

Sperm Toilet was lazily lying on a wide, soft sofa in the living room of Malfoy Manor. She was wearing a new elegant dress that Draco had given her just a couple of days ago — the finest emerald-green silk that perfectly hugged her figure. The dress was deeply low-cut, with slits along the sides that revealed her smooth thighs, and almost transparent across the chest so that her full nipples slightly showed through the fabric. Her pigtails were neatly tied with pink ribbons, and she wore light, seductive makeup.

The living room door quietly opened and Draco walked in. He was dressed only in thin black underwear that barely contained his huge, fully hard cock. On his bare chest was a fresh, beautiful tattoo done in silver-green ink: “I love my Sperm Toilet.” The words were surrounded by an elegant pattern of small hearts and snakes — a symbol of their bond.

With a tender, love-filled smile, Draco headed toward his beloved. As he walked, he unfastened a small loop on his underwear with one finger, and they easily slid down, freeing his massive twelve-inch cock. The thick shaft swayed in front of him, veiny, heavy, with a swollen head already glistening with a drop of clear precum.

The moment he got close enough, Sperm Toilet rose from the sofa with a joyful sparkle in her eyes. She greedily grabbed his hips with both hands and immediately reached for his beloved cock with her lips. Her plump, painted lips parted, and with a loud, wet slurp she took the head into her mouth and started sucking hungrily.

“Mmmm…” she mooed blissfully, her eyes glazing over with pleasure. The girl worked with genuine enthusiasm: slurping loudly, generously coating every inch of the thick shaft with saliva, swallowing him as deep as her throat allowed. Her tongue actively swirled around the head, licking up every drop, while one hand gently massaged his heavy balls.

Draco quietly groaned, running his fingers through her pigtails and tenderly stroking her head.

“That’s it, my good girl…” he whispered in a voice hoarse with arousal. “You always know how to please your Master…”

Sperm Toilet only slurped louder in response, hollowing her cheeks and trying to take him even deeper. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her full breasts and the emerald silk dress. She looked up straight into his eyes, full of adoration and lust, completely lost in the moment

Sperm Toilet greedily swallowed Draco’s huge cock all the way to the base. Her throat tightly gripped the thick shaft, and she began softly but intensely vibrating it, creating incredible pulsing pressure. Her eyes were full of adoration and lust as she looked up at her beloved Master.

Draco couldn’t hold back. His fingers tightened in her pigtails, his hips tensed, and with a low, drawn-out groan he started cumming. Thick, hot streams of cum powerfully shot straight down her throat. Sperm Toilet happily slurped, swallowing every drop with a greedy, blissful expression. She didn’t lose a single drop, continuing to gently work her tongue until the last spasm passed through Draco’s body.

When he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, she licked her lips as if it were the most delicious treat in the world. Draco immediately leaned down and passionately kissed his beloved **** — deep, hot, without hiding any of the tenderness and desire he felt for her.

A few minutes later, footsteps sounded on the stairs. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy came down to the living room accompanied by their slaves.

Narcissa looked elegant and seductive, and beside her walked Tit Whore, dressed in a revealing sexy cow-print outfit: black-and-white spots, a tiny apron that barely covered her huge, constantly swollen breasts, and special slits through which her heavy milk-filled tits hung freely with large nipples. She had little horns on her head and an elegant collar with a bell around her neck. She quietly mooed with pleasure as Narcissa lovingly led her by the hand.

Next to Lucius walked Idiot Bitch — now three months pregnant. Her belly was noticeably rounded, giving her an even softer, more feminine, and **** look. She smiled happily, pressing herself against her Master, while Lucius gently held her by the waist, periodically stroking her rounded belly with sincere pride and love.

Sperm Toilet watched them with warmth, but deep inside she felt a light, sweet envy. She really hoped that soon Draco would also decide to give her a child — so their bond would become even deeper and stronger.

Draco’s mother and father nodded approvingly to their son and his beloved ****. In this new world there was no longer any contempt — only acceptance and quiet approval.

“Let’s go have breakfast,” Lucius suggested gently.

Together they all headed to the spacious dining room. Sperm Toilet walked holding Draco’s hand, their fingers intertwined. She felt incredibly happy and confident. The day she picked up the Book and changed the rules of the world had been the best decision of her life. Now every day was filled with love, passion, and the feeling of complete, absolute belonging to the one she adored with all her heart.

Draco gently squeezed her hand and looked at her with a warm, tender smile, as if he had read her thoughts.