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Merope's body convulsed with each shuddering breath as she stood in the putrid Gaunt family kitchen. Her father, Marvolo, roared in Parseltongue, his voice a venomous serpent slithering through the air. Her thin, raven hair hung like a shroud over her face, which was flushed a sickly crimson from the vile words spewing from her father's mouth.
"We must keep the Gaunt bloodline alive, you hear me?!" he bellowed, his eyes burning with a fanatical intensity as they flicked between his son Morfin and his daughter Merope. "We are the last descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself!"
Morfin's face contorted into a grimace, hissing at his father, "But she's a squib!"
Marvolo lunged at his daughter with the ferocity of a predator, his hands digging into her shoulders as he bent her over the putrescent kitchen sink. The clatter of moldy pots and pans echoed through the room as he roughly hiked up her grubby grey gown, exposing her pale, quivering ass cheeks. Her panties clung to her hips, a final, pathetic barrier against the impending violation.
Merope's sobs were choked and silent, her body trembling with a mix of fear and resignation. She had always been a plaything for her father, a vessel for his twisted desires. "You will give us as many wizards as you can," he hissed into her ear, his clothed cock pressing hard into her thigh, a promise of the degradation to come. "And if you give us a squib, we. Will. Kill. It."
Merope's eyes fluttered closed, her body going limp as she surrendered to the inevitable.
Marvolo beckoned his son with a cruel smile, and Morfin approached his sister with a mix of reluctance and arousal. His cock was rock hard, straining against his pants, but his eyes held a weary resignation, knowing there was no escape from his father's perverse commands.
Marvolo settled back on the flea-bitten couch, a lecherous grin on his face as he unbuttoned his trousers, revealing his old, withered penis. "She's all yours," he rasped, his hand already stroking his shaft in anticipation.
Morfin's movements were slow and deliberate as he pulled down his pants, whispering cruel, degrading words to his sister in Parseltongue. His voice was a low, venomous hiss, designed to break her spirit further.
He spat on his enormous cock, the sound wet and obscene, before ripping Merope's panties in two with a brutal tug. He thrust into her with no preamble, his cock stretching her dry pussy brutally. Merope cried out, a raw, primal sound of pain and humiliation, her hands scrambling for purchase on the slick countertop.
Morfin's grunts were animalistic, his hips slamming into her ass with a wet, obscene sound. His grubby fingers found her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples cruelly, marking her as his property.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of their depraved act—a symphony of Morfin's harsh breaths, Merope's choked sobs, and Marvolo's grunts from the couch as he stroked his micropenis, watching his son and daughter copulate with a perverse fascination.
Something inside Merope snapped, a dark, twisted pleasure igniting within her as her brother's cock hit a sensitive spot. She tried to stifle her moan, but Morfin heard it, his hips slamming harder into her. "Does slutty squibby love it? You love being fucked by a real wizard, don't you, squibby?" he whispered, his voice a low, cruel taunt.
Merope's moan turned into a guttural groan, her hand reaching back to grasp her brother's hip, urging him deeper. "Yes, Morfin," she grunted, her voice a mix of pain and perverse pleasure.
That was all the encouragement Morfin needed. He pounded into her with a brutal, primal intensity, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it with a cruel, relentless pace. Merope's eyes snapped open as she came, her body convulsing with a mix of pleasure and pain, liquid gushing from her abused hole.
Morfin followed soon after, filling her up with his cum before pulling out, watching with a sick satisfaction as it dripped from her red, raw cunt.
They both looked over just in time to see the look of ecstatic pleasure on Marvolo's face as he released his cum, spraying it onto his stomach with a low, guttural groan.