Life in the mansion had settled into a blissful rhythm of forbidden ecstasy and domestic joy. The twins, Eli and Noah, were thriving—getting chubbier and squishier by the day, their round cheeks even more pinchable, their little bellies full from Harry’s endless supply of rich, sweet milk. They gurgled happily during feedings, their dark eyes sparkling like their father’s, non-identical but both perfect copies of Draco in miniature. Harry glowed brighter than ever, her white skin radiant from the daily fuckings—Draco claiming her every morning, night, and stolen moment in between, his thick cock stretching her holes, his mouth drinking her dry, leaving her body humming with satisfaction. Draco was happier too, his kind nature amplified by the secret love blooming in his chest, the business empire running smoother under his steady hand, all while he reveled in Harry’s sweetness and slutty submission.