Another tug, and Narcissa felt herself melt into Rita's arms. "Yes, Mistress." They kissed, and it felt like a knife to my heart. Their clothes vanished as Rita put her wand away, shoving the woman who would become my wife onto the bed. They were in their early twenties and my body reacted at the sight of my wife's pert and droop-less breasts. Slytherin's Snake, they were spectacular!