Mutter a cursed locking Rose body into a submissive pose

The dark Lord stare at his helpless happy submissive slut. Rose found herself unable to move, her body frozen in a posture of perfect supplication, head bowed, hands clasped at her swollen belly, knees locked. Panic, cold and sharp, lanced through her, but her body remained a placid statue. She could breathe, she could see, she could feel the life stirring within her, but she could not even twitch a finger.

"A gift, my dear Rose," Voldemort's voice was a silken whisper, slithering into her ears. "A small enchantment to ensure you remain comfortable, always in your proper place. A mother should never be troubled with unnecessary movement or distressing thoughts of defiance."

He glided closer, his red eyes drinking in her frozen form. "You have pleased me immensely. One hundred heirs. A beautiful, broodmare who also possesses a cunning mind. What more could a master ask for?"

He ran a single, cold finger down the curve of her spine, and a shudder that was purely psychological ran through her trapped nerves. "But I sense... a residue. A ghost of that man you used to be. A flicker of regret for the potion master. We must cleanse that, mustn't we? We must ensure your loyalty is as absolute as your fertility."

He slide his cock into Rose wet pussy. A spell mutter under his breath to make Rose tighter. Back to when her virginity was still in tact. His thick pale manhood bashing into her greedy cunt.

Rose moans. "Fuckkkkk. Fuckkkk. Yes master. Ugmmmmm dead Snape doesn't mean ahhhhh godddddd nothing to meeee"

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