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Sacrifice	By : sandman-nobody Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 95887 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Here it finally is, the update I never thought was going to happen. Funny story, I actually wrote the first chapter in about two hours the first time I drank Redbull. Never been much of a coffee drinker so all the caffeine hit me like a truck. That said, people still seemed to enjoy it enough to ask for more. I just never really got around to it due to lack of interest on my part. That said, someone enjoyed it enough to "request" a second chapter for all the rest of you to enjoy. Be sure to leave them a thank you if you enjoyed the continuation.
Sacrifice chapter 2
Tag(s): Oral, Exhibitionism, Insemination, Cowgirl, Voyeurism.
Girl(s): Narcissa.
Words: 14,209
Narcissa’s cold grey eyes glared down at the floor as she marched through the halls of Lord Potter’s home.
Of course, it was her own home now, as well as her son’s. Compared to the filthy alleyways and frigid, rain-soaked streets they’d spent the last month living in, such dwellings could only be described as a sanctuary. And yet, as the older woman felt her proud, pert breasts sway unrestrained with the measured motions of her steps and the sensation of semen dripped from between her legs in her wake, there were none of the comforts she should have found.
Merlin only knows how many thrashing, Potter blooded spawn he’d injected into her belly. It had been humiliating. And yet she’d been forced to endure in silence, as she would continue to be forced to endure, even at the expense of baring and birthing the child of a man not older than her own son.
At the thought of her Draco, her arms rose up in a gesture far less refined than her normally proud bearing permitted. They wrapped around her nude chest, covering her breasts as best she could. This, of course, was a futile exercise at shielding her shame. The rest of her nudity remained bared for all the world to see. Everything from the elegant, toned length of her legs to the curved, pale expanse of her backside glowed in the pale candlelight flickering along the building’s walls.
How was she supposed to explain this to him? It would be one thing if she were meant to expose herself in Harry’s presence only. It would still be uncomfortable, but a shame easily swallowed in light of her and Draco’s alternatives. And yet, Lord Potter appeared completely serious in his decision to forcefully bear her nude form at all times, even in front of her son.
Part of her had secretly hoped he hadn’t been serious. Or, at the very least, that she might be able to change his mind once she pleased him enough to listen to reason. Unfortunately, Potter was nothing if not perfectly comfortable in exploiting his power over her and hadn’t so much as allowed her to take her undergarments after he’d finished with her, let alone her robes. Thus, the mature woman found herself faced with the terribly awkward proposition of how to face her son, coming to a stop in front of the door Lord Potter had seen fit to permit them.
To share.
Her eyes closed, and her lips pinched in a pained grimace. Still braced over her pale nipples, her other hand moved to cup the tender mound of her womanhood still throbbing with the repeated pounding of Potter’s cock thrusting in and out of her body.
Unfortunately, meaning to cover herself, the blond-haired woman quickly recoiled as soon as she recognized the warm gooey texture suddenly coating her fingers. Bringing them up to her face, she stared in stunned disgust at the thick, white color clinging to her nails.
Moving to wipe the mess clean, the sound of the doorknob turning quickly captured her attention as Narcissa's normally cool expression widened into one of fear.
“Mother, is that you? What did that oaf Potter want with-.” Draco started, swinging the wooden panel inward to greet his mother. All on his own, the young pureblood was far less inclined than his mother to throw their lot in with what he considered to be his mortal enemy. And yet, as his face finally appeared from behind the door, only to freeze at the picture of his naked mother, one arm shielding her breasts and the other cupped around her blond furred mound, whatever he was about to say died on his lips.
Draco Malfoy was a lot of things. Quick to temper. Impatient. Narcissistic. And so very, very proud. But while all of his shortcomings stretched long and far, stupidity was not one of them. At least, not in terms of understanding what was right in front of him. Which is why, seeing his mother stripped to her birthday suit after having just come from Harry’s summon and the shame so clearly etched on her face, there was only one conclusion he could come to, the truth.
His face hardened into an enraged snarl.
“I’ll kill him.” The only thing faster than his anger was his reaction to his mother’s nudity, quickly turning away despite the image of her curves and wide, panicked eyes burning into his brain. “I’ll kill him. I’ll tear his rotten bollocks off with my bare hands and hang his writhing corpse from Hogwarts highest tower!” And suddenly, he turned to disappear back into the room, his eyes flashing this way and that, no doubt in search of a weapon that could accomplish such a task.
“Draco…” Narcissa closed her eyes, a complicated mix of emotions threatening her already wounded heart. But no matter how touched she wanted to feel seeing her baby boy so protective of her, this was exactly the type of reaction she’d feared the worst. Worse than disgust, worse than outright hatred, no matter how well he meant, threatening their new lord would only endanger everything that she’d suffered to protect.
“I need you to calm down, please.” The mother continued after a moment, collecting herself and cooing in the tone she’d used to calm her son’s mood ever since he was a young boy.
“Calm?!” Draco snapped back, narrowed eyes turning to glare at his mother’s lack of outrage. This only lasted for a moment before he suddenly remembered how much of his mother he was looking at, forcing him to turn back and glare in the opposite direction. “That bastard raped you, my mother, and you’re telling me to calm down?!” The disbelief was clear in his tone, but Narcissa simply took a calming breath before forcing herself to say the words.
“Oh, my little dragon. No, he did not rape me.” And this time, her nudity be damned, Draco forced his eyes to remain on her resigned expression as he turned to gawk at what he’d just heard.
“I gave myself to him,” The mother continued before she found herself consumed by the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “It was my own choice and my decision. And in return… In return, Lord Potter has promised to welcome us into his home, both of us.” She made a point of meeting his gaze, equal parts of desperation and validation burning from within the watery grey orbs.
“Finally, we can be safe. You can be safe. As long as we are under Harry Potter’s protection, neither the light nor the dark will ever be able to harm us.” But if Narcissa were hoping for her son to see reason and logic, she would be disappointed.
“You… Lord Potter?” he didn’t finish. He couldn’t finish. All he could do was look at her in horror as the words sunk in. She’d actually whored herself over to that smug prick. His own mother!
“It’s a fair offer!” Narcissa continued in the following silence, eyes returning to the floor to avoid her son’s stare. The steel in her tone was a testament to just how much she wanted to believe the words.
“We will be living in his home, eating his food, and under his protection. All while having served under his most hated enemy. The fact that he didn’t call for the damned ministry to whisk us away to Azkaban the moment he opened the door was enough mercy. And all when we have… nothing else to offer in return.”
Her eyes lifted then, not happy, not proud, but resigned in what had become her of life. “Please, my son. We have nothing. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to that doesn’t want us killed, or worse. And if spending a bit of time in another man’s bed means we won’t have to spend the rest of our lives as kissed husks in the basement of an obsidian tower, then that is a sacrifice I am willing to make. For both of us.”
“I won’t accept this!” Draco continued to seethe, face hidden as he looked away.
“Do you have an alternative?” she dared him, a mistake she would only realize after catching the crazed fury burning within his gaze.
“Fight back!” he immediately answered. “If it’s both of us, Potter doesn’t stand a chance! Even without our wands!” The older woman had to hold back the urge to slap her son across the face.
Instead, Narcissa folded her hands politely in her lap, ignoring the sensation of her bush tickling her fingertips as she did her best to force her son to see reason. “And what, say,” she inquired, “are we to do when Dumbledore’s pathetic order comes knocking even were such a thing possible? Hmm?” But logic is wasted on the passion of youth. Full of rage, his mother’s words immediately went over his head.
“Kill them as well!” he hissed, eyes glaring at the floor. “Kill everyone! As many as it takes until they remember what happens when you cross a Malfoy. It’s the right thing to do; it’s what father would have done!”
Narcissa closed her eyes, feeling her heartache for the image she knew her son had crafted of her husband, as well as how distorted she knew that image to be. She stepped toward him.
On careful feet, Narcissa sighed, forcing herself to ignore her nudity as she tried to reach out for her son. She wanted nothing more than to escape into the safety of the adjoining bathroom she’d spotted. But this was more important. She needed to dispel these unrealistic thoughts from him before he did anything they would both regret. Unfortunately, watching Narcissa approach him, the blonde young man could only focus on her lack of clothing.
Eyes wide, Draco felt his stomach lurch at the sight of his nude mother standing so close. The fact that he could so clearly see her breasts and stomach was disturbing in ways he never knew existed. And yet, as she entered his space, the young man found himself growing more horrified at the realization that he could smell her.
The fragrant smell of old sweat clung to her skin, more familiar than he wanted to admit after so many weeks spent running in the streets. But there was something else underneath, something… heavier that clung to the back of his throat. It would only take a moment to recognize the scent as stale arousal — his mother’s musk, as well as Potter’s if what he’d seen earlier was any indication.
The thought was enough to wipe all traces of his previous temper from his features, replaced by a horrified disgust as he was forced to whip around in an attempt at escaping the reality suddenly forced upon him. Narcissa’s hand reached out and settled on his back.
“My little dragon,” she cooed, “your father is dead. Murdered by the man he called his master for little more than failing a task even he could not accomplish. Do not aspire to be like Lucius. Do not aspire to throw away the life I carried for nine months inside of my body as though it were nothing.”
Staying silent, every muscle in the young man’s body was tightly stressed. Narcissa waited for him to respond. Knowing her son, he would no doubt continue to curse. Curse Potter, curse herself, curse anyone so that he could find a person to blame. But he didn’t, choosing instead to remain silent. And for the Matriarch, that was enough.
“Sleep,” she told him. “I know you’re exhausted. Merlin knows the last time we were able to rest in real beds. Tomorrow will be a better day. Just let your mother keep us safe. It may not be what we were hoping, but it’s still far better than what we feared.” Running her hand through Draco’s pale locks one last time, Narcissa backed away and finally approach the bathroom.
“Just so long as you keep Potter’s cock company,” Draco muttered, more to himself than to his mother. Narcissa stopped, briefly raising her hand to touch the middle of her stomach.
‘If only that was all he wanted,’ the older woman shivered before quickly leaving the room.
Situation aside, Narcissa couldn’t help but take a moment and admire the room before her. The space itself was fairly clean, with a porcelain toilet and a large bathtub set in the center. Other amenities included a sink and mirror through which she could finally admire her red, puffy eyes and flushed complexion. Suffice to say, it was utterly average in terms of appearance. But after weeks of going without completely, it might as well have been a full-service spa.
The older woman allowed herself to forget about her circumstances for just a moment, rushing towards the spacious tub and turning the faucet until the perfect mixture of cool and warm water spilled out, quickly filling the pale white basin. And nearing the lip, Narcissa dipped in a toe, quickly followed by the rest of her body.
It was heaven.
She groaned audibly as the water rose up to her chin, swallowing her in warmth just shy of unbearable. Against her aching muscles and sweat-stained flesh, it was exactly what she needed. Unfortunately, no matter how much she wanted to enjoy the brief moment of peace, as she allowed herself to recline against the wall of the tub the worries appeared to rise all on their own.
Despite how things had ended, it had felt good to comfort her son. To allow herself to be a mother again. Because she was good at it. Even if her husband had always blamed their son’s weakness on her, she never doubted that she was a good mother.
Remembering this once again forced her to confront the child possibly growing in her stomach. As well as the question, would she be able to be a mother to it as well?
Her fingers slipped beneath the waters, searching for the space between her legs with ease. A light wince followed as she pressed two digits inside of her hole, still sore. And when they arose, Narcissa’s blank stare admired the white slime which appeared to flow from her body endlessly.
No matter how much she wanted to hope that the child’s seed wouldn’t take… there was no logic in denying facts. If there were so much as a chance that he hadn’t already gotten her with child, it would be only a matter of time if he continued to spend so much inside of her, night after night. Without her wand to cast a protection charm on her womb, her body couldn’t be more vulnerable. A bountiful and fertile vessel simply waiting to be sowed. The faster she accepted this fact, the easier her life would become.
XxX
Sleep came quickly that night, far faster than any of the nights before it. Draco had thankfully taken her advice, tucking himself away against the far corner with his face towards the wall.
Even rage had its limits, it would seem, and he’d been helpless against the warm softness of a real bed. A weakness Narcissa shared with her son as she fell into the admittedly small, but soft cushion of her blanket and pillow.
Never one to sleep in the nude, the comfort and modesty of the heavy blankets quickly allowed the woman to forget about her current state. Finally, a month of exhaustion appeared to sweep her legs out from under her as she fell into a deep, deep sleep. So much so that, when her mind began to deal with the picture of an open field and the warm summer sun, she accepted the scene with ease, a wide smile spreading across her face at such a peaceful setting.
She was… happy. Happy and relaxed as she allowed her fingers to brush along the soft grass tall enough to tickle her hips. Walking through the field and allowing her eyes to trace along the bright blue horizon, the sound of footsteps crunching through twigs and leaves eventually drew her attention to the space behind her. She turned around with just enough time to accept a sturdy tackle crashing against her midsection.
Eyes wide with surprise, as she glanced down to see a small headful of long, platinum blond hair, she was surprised to find no sense of confusion or unease. Instead, a warmth bloomed in her chest with a kind of love and affection she hadn’t experienced since the first time she’d been able to hold Draco in her arms.
It was so powerful — almost overwhelming in the way it made her want to reach out and return the hug currently pressed around her thighs by such small arms.
“Who are you?” she mused with a giggle bubbling from her chest. Although, somehow, part of her couldn’t help but feel she already knew the answer. Which is why, when the little girl’s face shifted from her stomach to stare up at her mother, Narcissa wasn’t surprised at all at the picture of her own fair features — so much smaller and so much more innocent than the woman she’d become. The only difference was a pair of bright green eyes, already so familiar and twinkling with joy as the child’s face split into a wide grin.
“Mommy!” Narcissa’s future daughter cheered. And the next thing she knew, the mother found herself jolting awake.
Sweat coated her skin marking the sheets beneath her body a darker hue. Gasping for breath, her heart hammered in her chest as her blankets pooled around her hips. But where her dream-self had accepted the picture of her possible future child with ease, now that she was awake her mind raced with the implications.
“Mommy?” she whispered to herself, her hushed voice evaporating into the night’s dark silence. She found the word playing in her thoughts, again and again, forcing her hand to drift down to her womb. And pressing her fingers against the pale, flat surface just below her navel, a part of her couldn't help but wonder if it was already too late.
She suddenly found herself faced with a myriad of emotions — none easy to comprehend moments after waking up. It made the joy she could still feel aching in her chest somehow sour at the prospect of being happy about what was happening to her. And yet, even with Harry’s eyes set in its face, she couldn’t deny the love she’d felt for the child in her dreams. It had only lasted a few moments for her, but that was all it took for the woman to make up her mind.
She was going to have this child. There was nothing she could do to save herself from the fate of bringing another life into this world. But rather than reject it, rather than cast it aside and treat it as some curse forced upon her, Narcissa knew herself well enough to recognize she wouldn’t be able to help but loving it as dearly as she had Draco.
Yes, it would be Harry's. But so too would it be her own. And in this horrible world, she needed all the joy she could tear from life’s cruel grasp.
“I’ll see you soon,” the woman whispered to herself staring down at her stomach. And laying back down, Narcissa closed her eyes curling around her midsection as if to cradle the unborn child undoubtedly growing within her body at that very moment.
XxX
Her eyes snapped open to the sound and sensation of space itself twisting and bending only a few feet from her bed. It was a familiar sound, one almost every pureblooded wizarding family grew accustomed to over time. At least, those rich enough to afford house-elves. And yet, as Narcissa opened her eyes and turned to look at the visitor, she still found herself somewhat surprised at the familiar face. And not the one she’d been expecting.
“Dobby,” she acknowledged coolly. Rising from the bed, the thin covers over her breasts fell to her lap. The poor creature didn’t so much as glance towards her exposed body, his wide, bulbous eyes remaining trained on the floor as he stood before his old mistress.
“Master Harry Potter has instructed Dobby to deliver Missus Malfoy’s breakfast,” the small creature reported. Speaking quietly, his quivering voice shook as he tried to be the house-elf his master deserved. However, despite his best efforts, it was clear that he was less than pleased at the prospect of serving the Malfoys once again, under any explanation.
His memories of his time spent under the Malfoys had not yet faded, and by his cold welcome he had no intention of doing so any time soon. Looking at her, his large ears bobbed in a quick and jerking bow.
Narcissa’s frown deepened, unnerved at the prospect of being treated coldly by a house-elf of all things. As far as she knew, Kreacher had always been the only house-elf for her cousin’s family home. Which could only mean Potter had replaced the old elf with one of his own.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise, of course. Potter would have truly been a fool if he’d thought he could trust the decrepit creature. But his absence from the Black home made it feel that much more empty.
Snapping his fingers, Narcissa found her stomach clenching at the sight of a small, but delicious smelling plate of sausage and eggs appearing before her. On the side, two slices of bread lightly toasted glimmered with the creamy savor of butter. Like it had a mind of its own, her stomach seemed to lurch, demanding she take in the wonderful sight. And she was helpless but to accept.
Having nothing to eat in the streets while on the run, she and her son had been half-starved by the time they’d arrived on his door. Her stomach clenched and her eyes widened as she was forced to give in to her bodies demands.
All the manors of a young lady went out of the window. A knife and fork in each hand, she tore into the gravy laced meat shuddering as the flavor and juices ran down her throat. She looked like a barbarian, not even bothering to shield her breasts as she tore into her meal. But she would care about that later.
“Master Harry Potter wishes for Missus Malfoy to join him when she is finished.” Dobby continued, walking over to Draco to leave a second tray before returning his attention to the mother. “Master Harry Potter will expect you in the dining room.” Before Narcissa had the opportunity to respond, Dobby’s fingers snapped transporting him back from where he’d come. Narcissa stared where he had been, grim-faced.
She wished she could say the prospect of what was awaiting her soured her apatite at least somewhat. If only to extend the time between the appointments. But no sooner had the creature disappeared had she found herself returning to the meal, eating faster if possible. Soon enough, the plate was all but licked clean as she dragged the last of her bread through the remaining juices before popping it past her greedy lips.
Full, or at least full enough, she kicked the covers from her body returning to the slightly chilled air of nudity. The part of her that still had any pride left to wound felt bitter about being summoned so casually. Reaching for her long blonde hair, a brush on a nearby table was grabbed and she went through the motions of returning it to its flowing quicksilver-esque beauty before setting out. At the very least, it was almost nice that she didn’t need to worry about what to wear anymore.
“I should return soon,” she announced, speaking at her son’s back. Still facing the wall, he didn’t look to have moved the entire night, not even stirring at the smell of warm food set beside his table. Part of her hoped to see him at least acknowledge her before she set off, but it appeared he intended to remain stubborn.
“Please, dear. I understand that you’re uncomfortable with me in the room right now, but you need to eat. Withering away won’t do anything but hurt both of us. Perhaps if Lord Potter is in a good mood, I’ll manage to take a book back with me for you to read and pass the time. I’m… I’m sorry if you’re unhappy with the decisions I’ve made. But I’d rather you were alive to hate me than the alternative.”
Draco finally responded at that, turning his head just enough to stare at his mother for a long, silent moment — only for that moment to pass without event. His head slowly returned to press against his pillow. Narcissa hated the relief that flowed through her.
Finally, it seemed, he understood there wasn’t a thing he could do. Down to his core, Draco was his father’s son. Proud for as long as he had the power. But as soon as it was taken from him, he crumbled like a child. In other words, a coward. But for the Matriarch, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Better a coward for a son than a corpse.
“I love you.” Her only answer was the sound of the door closing behind her.
Sunlight streamed in from the open windows. Strolling down the familiar path of the Black family ancestral home, Narcissa was more than familiar with the direction she was meant to walk to follow her new lord’s direction. A large wooden door appeared before her in a matter of minutes. Hesitating for a breath, the older woman mustered up the courage to enter the spacious room on the other side.
“Sleep well?” Harry Potter sat at the head of a large table, long enough to easily seat eight more. But he was alone this morning, thankfully, glancing up from an animated newspaper as his new pet entered the room.
His eyes took special care to trace up her figure, approval and satisfaction surfacing as he confirmed she was still as naked as the moment he’d kicked her from his bed.
“Yes,” Narcissa kept her head low, only partially distracted by what appeared to be a slowly panning image of a destroyed cluster of buildings. She recognized a death eater attack when she saw one and could already assume whatever story was written inside.
Harry suddenly pressed the paper to the table and the blonde rushed to look away. “T-Thank you. You’re treating my son and me very well. We both appreciate it very much.” Harry smiled in response, and the older woman allowed herself to relax.
“Of course,” Harry nodded, pausing long enough to take a sip of black coffee. “I’m sure you and Draco are already more than aware of what will happen to you both should you attempt anything… unfortunate. Treating you poorly now wouldn’t serve a purpose.” He paused then, something darker creeping into his expression. “So long as you keep your end of the bargain, of course.”
Pulling out from the dining table, he angled his chair just enough for his lap to become exposed. Narcissa didn’t need to consider his words before stepping forwards, displaying herself in all her glory as she stood before him waiting for further instruction.
“Closer,” Harry spoke, leaning back in his chair. Narcissa obeyed without hesitation, continuing forward until she was within reach. She only reacted when Harry's hand finally reached out to cup the curve of her full thigh, forcing her to close her eyes and shiver. His attention would only continue to drift as the young man began to take his time exploring the length of her figure.
He hadn’t gotten much of a chance the other night, after all. He’d gotten to stare, but when it came time to touch her, he’d made a point of dominating her right then and there, just in case there was any confusion over their relationship. Now, however, he was free to explore her body to his heart’s content. A freedom he intended to capitalize on.
With her eyes closed, Narcissa freed herself from the pain of watching the hunger in Harry’s face. Unfortunately, the lack of sight only made the awareness of her own body that much more sharp making it very difficult to focus on anything other than the warm, rough texture of him brushing along her shape.
Her thighs, her rear, her waist, her breasts, Harry appeared to be making a map of her body; so focused and detailed in his attention. It was more than a little embarrassing; even Lucius hadn’t been allowed so clear a picture of her femininity. And yet, this child was now able to order her about, forcing her to strut around without so much as a strip of cloth to hide her shame.
For better or for worse, any more thoughts of her humiliation quickly vanished as soon as she felt Harry’s hand trail down from her nipple over the plane of her belly and towards the now moist folds of her sex nestled between her thighs. Narcissa found herself widening her gate of her own volition.
“You know,” Harry started, surprising her after a few moments of idle fondling. The tips of his fingers traced the neat lines of her crotch, roaming back and forth with the barest pressure. And to her horror, her breathing picked up as the first sparks of pleasure began to rise inside of her.
“I’ve had a fair amount of time to wonder what I want to do with you, now that you belong to me. An entire night, in fact. How many men find themselves lucky enough to claim a mature, admittedly attractive witch such as yourself? We’ll have a lot of time to grow acquainted, the two of us.”
Narcissa continued to shiver in the following silence, painfully aware of the way her knees had begun to bend, angling her hips lower and lower in an unconscious attempt at forcing Harry’s finger’s harder against her core. Of course, the young man just adjusted his angle forcing her to continue chasing him. She was required to blink away the sensations tickling up her spine before answering.
“I’ll do… whatever you ask of me, my lord.” She acknowledged, repeating her previous pledge. The answer was a good one, apparently as Harry’s smile widened. So why did she suddenly feel so much more nervous?
“I know you will,” Harry nodded, taking deep breaths. “I’m simply… enthusiastic about the prospect of exploring your capabilities. I’m sure we’ll have a chance to experience many things together for the first time. For instance,” and suddenly, Narcissa’s eyes widened as his hand shifted from her loins to her hip where he applied the smallest pressure.
Forced to obey, Narcissa followed the direction of his touch until she found herself kneeled before her new lord, face to face with an obvious bulge standing out from his trousers.
“It’s quite surprising to find out how little a fight Lucius put up after losing Dobby,” Harry commented coolly, staring directly into Narcissa’s wide, nervous stare. “The way that they can stay hidden, lurking in the background, always at the ready for when their master’s call. Well, I’m sure they can see all kinds of things. Everything, possibly, that happens in their home and the people in it.”
Harry could see her confusion as he smiled, easily catching the way her eyes flickered towards his lap every other second. “Even, say, bedroom habits between a certain wizard and witch?” And finally, Narcissa’s eyes widened with comprehension.
Her face curdled with embarrassment at the idea of this young man knowing so much about how she and Lucius had coupled. Such an intimate thing, no matter how small her affection for her deceased husband, was an utter invasion of privacy. But of course, he’d already been expecting her reaction. And eyes turned downwards, the older woman could see his tented trouser throb with approval.
“That’s right,” his deeper tone chuckled. “You’d think wizards would take a bit more caution in letting their house-elves free with so much information to leak. Especially ones with so many secrets. But while I always knew the man was an utter failure as a father, I have to admit I was surprised to learn just how lacking he was as a husband as well.”
Anger bloomed in Narcissa's chest at the words directed towards her. She was already more than aware of her late husband’s shortcomings. But to hear them mocked by this… this boy! Mock her, humiliate her, breed her if that was his wish. But to then force her to listen to him mock her family…? And yet, she didn’t raise her head, nor did she bite back with the reply itching at the back of her tongue. ‘At least I have a family…’
The sensation of Harry’s hand against her hair nearly broke that resolve, but she managed to hold fast. The young man began to pet her long, platinum hair as a reward before continuing.
“But I assure you, just because your previous lover lacked the imagination to enjoy you properly, I have no intention of making such a mistake. And I think I’ll need to start with that smart little mouth of yours.” And then, losing his smile, he ordered, “free me from my pants.”
Narcissa didn’t move right away, the implication of what was about to happen and her toiling thoughts stilling her hands. He was right to assume that she’d never… serviced her husband in such a way, finding the act as disgusting as it was degrading. And a pure-blooded witch such as herself should never be subjected to such an act. Of course, thinking of her mindset then and her current position put quite a few things in perspective.
Honestly, she was more impressed with the child’s gall than anything else. First he insults herself, then her husband, and then expects her to suck him off like a common alleyway trollop? That took a certain amount of, well, balls. Balls that she would admit her husband simply never had.
Of course, it was important to remember that many people would be just as confident if they held the same weight that her lord held over her. And yet, in a way, that gave her some confidence as well.
Not in herself or what she was doing, but rather in the submission of knowing that this wasn’t her choice. And in the end, it was that peace of mind that allowed her to finally reach out for her lord’s buckle.
“Yes, my lord.”
A bit of fumbling was all it took before the impossibly large shape of his cock rested in her hands. She’d gotten a peak the other night, of course, but not for long before it was suddenly pressed inside of her. The memory of it made it seem even larger than it was. Although, face to face with the bright red tip and thick veins crawling along its shaft, the older woman couldn’t help but wonder about that.
Had this thing really been inside of her? The ache still throbbing deep in her belly said yes. It was so much larger than what she was used to. Would such a thing fit in her mouth? Fortunately for her, Harry wouldn’t be giving her a choice.
“Suck,” he demanded of her, and the next thing Narcissa knew, the hand petting the back of her head suddenly cupped the soft strands, turning firm as it began to draw her face closer towards the pillar of meat filling her lungs with the rich musk of a man.
“Ngh…” Narcissa grunted, eyes clenching shut as her face pressed against him. She naturally resisted fighting his grip, but he wouldn’t allow it. Eventually, she forced herself to turn and accept her position, tilting her face until the soft cushion of her lips brushed against his heated shaft.
“There you go,” Harry grunted. His voice dropped in the haze of lust, green eyes burning with arousal as he leaned back in his chair. Narcissa continued her ministrations, slowly applying more pressure against his shaft with every kiss. Eyes closing tight, the plump shape of her lips parted to allow her tongue to pass, pressing against him and staining her mouth with a man’s natural flavor.
She didn’t know what she was doing… an embarrassing admission but a true one, nevertheless. Inexperience and caution forced her to continue slowly, first offering small tentative licks, followed by longer ones as she grew used to the warm, slightly salty taste. Thankfully, peeking up through her hair, the enraptured picture of Harry’s face rewarded her efforts.
The verification emboldened her. Opening her mouth wider, the whole of her tongue stretched out to lap against his crotch in a single long lick. Repeating this a few times would reveal that she was on the right path, at least. Unfortunately, there was one action she’d been avoiding, hoping that she might be able to please her lord without taking the extra step. But the long minutes of what amounted to teasing finally peeked inside the young man as the hand on her head suddenly tightened.
A sharp sting ached along her scalp as Harry suddenly yanked her face back, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were wide, burning green gems staring out beneath a fringe of coal-black hair tickling the tips of his furled eyebrows. It was an expression of hunger, of desire, and damned if Narcissa didn’t find her own arousal sparking to life between her legs mingling with the strange pain.
“When I said, suck, I meant it. No more games,” he all but growled, the heat from his arousal leaking into his tone. And when his fist urged her face back down, the older woman wasn’t left with much of an option but to open her mouth and accept the large, red shape past her lips to brush against her warm tongue.
Harry groaned as soon as her lips sealed around the rim of his cock. Not one to stop there, Narcissa quickly found the pressure against the back of her head continuing, forcing her to take more and more. The length of his veined shaft quickly disappeared down her lips, feeding her it’s entire shape in no time at all. It would only be after his tip pressed against the back of her throat and her entire back convulsed in a gag that he finally relented.
Tears threatened her eyes as Narcissa fought to keep from pulling back completely. Instead, she retreated just an inch, greedily sucking in a quick breath. But as Harry’s hand continued to manipulate her face, her inexperience would quickly prove itself to be a non-issue as the younger boy took full control of her body, using it as little more than a hole to slide himself inside.
For Narcissa, it was somehow more humiliating than if he’d forced her to perform herself. It would be better to be a whore than a toy. And she knew, if this was to be her life, she needed to have some form of control in what happened, even if it were simply how she satisfied her lord’s lust. Which meant, she needed to show him that she was willing to serve him and that she could be more than a warm opening to enjoy.
Of course, that was easier said than done. And the fact remained she was utterly oblivious when it came to what machinations would better serve the boy seated above her. So, she decided to start by paying attention, her grey eyes flicking upward as he continued to use her face, watching his every expression as his cock pumped in and out of her pursed lips.
She could see the ways his breath hitched each time his burning tip brushed against the soft, wet texture of her tongue. And tightening her lips to swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth, she could watch the way his eyes narrowed with approval. Other signs quickly appeared, allowing her to get a good clue of what was expected of her.
The act would prove to still be terribly unpleasant at the best of times. The size of him stretched her jaw to the point of pain lest he accidentally catch himself on her rows of teeth. And the taste, already overpowering at first, would quickly spread to permeate the entirety of her mouth and nose until she was sure it would never fully wash out.
However, the experience would still prove worth the pain as soon as she felt confident enough to finally start participating, small experimental shifts in her mouth enhancing the pleasure.
“Ah!” Harry gasped, eyes widening in surprise as he felt Narcissa’s tongue begin meeting his thrusts. He could feel the warm muscle coiling around his tip and slide down over his shaft. In the same moment, pulling her face back, he nearly choked at the sudden suction as her lips clamped down, and the smooth sides of her cheeks drew against him.
When he looked down, suspicion coloring his gaze, the young man would be surprised to find her already meeting his stare, a strange confidence burning within, almost challenging him in a way — daring him to let her do the work. Why, he couldn’t exactly say. But there was enough curiosity to entertain the idea. And in the end, he simply decided if she wanted to go above the bare minimum in his requests, he might as well see what she could do.
Narcissa felt a flair of satisfaction, feeling the tension against the back of her head lesson. But more than that, she could feel Harry’s eyes on her as she began to bob her head all on her own. The added sensation of her lips and tongue would quickly squeeze a long and drawn out groan of approval, only increasing her enthusiasm. And for the first time since she’d entered the young lord’s home, Narcissa was proud to say she was no longer the victim.
Harry still found it necessary to offer low, groaning suggestions here and there. All of which the older woman did her best to apply to her newly forming technique. Things like pressing her tongue against the tip of his slit and grasping the few inches she couldn’t swallow with her hand to pump gently. It seemed like no time at all before the young man was pushed beyond the ability of speech, reduced to little more than a groaning, moaning mass of clenched muscle waiting to be unleashed.
His hand never left her head, tangled in the long blond locks spilling around the older woman’s naked body. Arms braced against his thighs spread around her shape, her knees ached against the hardwood beneath them while her bare ass swayed in slow idle motions. And all the while, her head bobbed up and down from his lap, slowly building in speed to match the increasing tension waiting to spill into her mouth.
The eventuality didn’t so much as cross her mind until the moment of truth finally came. Too proud of her success and too absorbed in her work, the next thing she knew, the pulsing lump of flesh swelled before a hot and thick wetness began to spill into her mouth.
“Don’t spit it out!” Harry managed, both hands grasping the back of her head and forcing himself deeper inside her warm lips. The effect left his tip inches from her throat where he emptied himself without mercy — jet after jet firing from his cock in heavy pockets of sperm-rich fluid. And while this particular act didn’t hold the same dangers as her previous night, Narcissa would quickly realize it came with an unpleasantness all on its own.
‘Morgana damn you!’ Narcissa gasped at the first moment she realized what was happening. But even if she wanted to struggle against the wizard’s grip, his command forced her to freeze before she could so much as begin. The result left her moaning pitifully, eyes clenched against the taste while she waited for him to finish.
It was so… thick, and warm, and bitter! She’d never cared much for cum to start with, cold and clammy in the way it stuck to her sheets and even worse on her body, and the mere idea of tasting such a foul-smelling substance had been enough to set her stomach churning. Now that very same fluid was all but staining her mouth, long rich globs of jizz splashing across her tongue and teeth until she could swear her cheeks were about to bulge.
Eventually the torrent of whiteness came to an end, and Harry’s body quickly fell limp in his chair. Narcissa slid her lips from the base of his cock, only to press them together in a grimace as her curdled expression lifted from his lap.
“Sorry about that,” Harry would finally apologize once he managed to catch his breath. Although, his lazy smile and annoying satisfaction detracted from the sincerity a bit.
Narcissa continued to kneel between his legs in silence. Just like he’d ordered, she hadn’t spit his seed out, no matter how much she despaired to do so. Instead, all she could do was hope to convey that desperation with her eyes as she held one hand to her lips and the other to her quickly sickening stomach.
“Ah, not a fan of the flavor, then?” Harry asked, knowing well that she couldn’t answer. This didn't stop him from casually leaning back in his chair, his cock remaining at half-mast drooping from his fly. “Sorry about that. Maybe I should have Dobby add some pineapple to my dinners?”
“Mmm!” Narcissa moaned, not finding the situation funny at all. Instead, she pointed at her lips in a clear gesture for permission. Unfortunately for her, Harry just stared at her, his smile widening ever so gently.
“Oh, come now. It can’t be all that bad. At least, I certainly hope not. For your sake.” His hand reached out then, petting her hair in the same demeaning manner as before. “After that… performance, I can promise you’ll get the chance to enjoy it quite often.”
Narcissa's face paled at that. She hadn’t thought about possibly increasing his interest in her mouth. She’d only been trying to take back even a fraction of the control he had over her. It was now, feeling the weight of his cum sitting on her tongue, that she realized how silly the idea was. But it was too late for regret now.
“Mmm…” she moaned again, sadder than before but still gesturing towards her pinched lips. But Harry’s amusement failed to dissipate. And staring into his smile, Narcissa feared she could see exactly where this was going.
“Mrs. Malfoy, if you’d prefer to savor my seed a bit longer, I certainly won’t deny you the pleasure. Otherwise, if you can’t spit, then I believe you’ve only have one other option.” And just like that, whatever hope might have remained in the older woman’s eyes dimmed as she finally sunk to the ground.
‘I’m going to vomit,’ Narcissa internally moaned, her hand still clenched over her lips to prevent spilling. She knew if she attempted to swallow this… muck, her stomach would finally turn against her and return the breakfast her lord had so generously provided. Unfortunately, the same could be said for letting it remain in her mouth for even a minute longer. She was out of options and out of time.
‘Just… don’t think about it,” her eyes closed as she tried to calm herself. ‘Don’t think about what it is. Don’t focus on the taste. Just… think about something happy.’ And before she knew it, a vision of green eyes in a flowery field immediately flashed in her mind’s eye. A few deep breaths finally calmed her down enough to tilt her head back and to allow the first pocket of thick jizz to slide down her throat.
Harry watched it all, his cock quickly returning to its full height as he watched her throat bob with each swallow. Part of him had half expected her to defy him, either by choice or by an inability to follow his command. But swallowing once, twice, three times, eventually his entire load disappeared down her throat to settle in her belly.
She gasped when she finally finished, pink lips parting to allow a gust of air. Despite her best efforts some cum had managed to escape painting her bottom lip and dripping down her chin. But Harry supposed he could let it pass… this time.
“Will-. Urk! Will that… be all, my lord?” Narcissa bowed her head to hide her exhausted expression. Her shoulders lurched with the dry heave threatening to spill her efforts back onto the floor. Thankfully, she managed to keep it down.
Harry rose to his feet fixing his pants. “Not quite…” was his answer. And Narcissa had to keep from groaning right then and there.
“You’ve… taken to your new position fairly well. I’ll admit, when you first submitted yourself to me, I half expected to watch you break after the first night — if you managed to get that far. But you’ve done exactly as you said you would… maybe even more than that.” Narcissa looked up then, staring at his satisfied expression through her long-bowed eyelashes.
“Tell me, is there anything you’d like to request for you and your son? I’ve provided you with the basics as a form of probationary period, but if you continue to prove your loyalty, I don’t see why things can’t improve for the two of you. Within reason.”
Narcissa didn’t say anything right away, too shocked by the turn of events to speak up. It would seem her additional effort hadn’t been wasted after all. That said, if he was asking for what she might want, there really was only one answer.
“Clothing!” she gasped, remaining on her knees but staring up at him with so much hope that it hurt. “Please, even just undergarments will do. I’ll strip as soon as you summon me, I promise you’ll never have to see a single strand of fabric on my body so long as it pleases you. But Draco… he is already struggling so much understanding our agreement. Being forced to see me in such a way may be too much… for both of us. No boy should have to see his mother so shameful.” Unfortunately, any warmth in Harry’s expression quickly melted hearing her wish.
“No,” he immediately answered, not so much as considering the request. Narcissa's expression crumpled as he continued in an ominous tone. “While I enjoy seeing your nudity bared around my home, I also want him to see what you’ve become. I want your son to see everything that I do to you. To know that everything he has, any safety or comfort, was bought by his own mother on her back. And that I am the one enjoying you each and every night.”
It wasn’t what Narcissa had hoped to hear, to be sure. If anything, his words were cruel beyond measure. And it might be the first time she truly understood just how deep her lord’s hatred towards her son ran to torture him in such a way. It was a crushing blow to take. However, ultimately, it didn’t change her situation. It only meant that she would need to continue as she had been and swallow her shame.
“Anything else?” Harry prompted after a moment of silence. And this time her answer was a bit more hesitant.
“Then… perhaps books?” she asked? Far less excited but still desperate in her own way. “Draco will waste away being locked in our room for so long. It would mean so much if he, if we, could just have a few books to pass the time.” And this time, Harry’s gracious grin returned with ease.
“Done,” he permitted. “I’ll give you two permission to leave your room and enter the library at the end of the hall. Can’t say how entertaining they will be, but your family certainly had quite the collection. I’m sure you’ll find something to pique your interest.”
“Thank you, my lord,” Narcissa bowed with respect.
“That said, I think I’ll be satisfied until dinner. Now would be a good time to enjoy your newfound freedom. You know your way back to your room.” He turned then, seemingly about to leave when Narcissa felt a bout of panic rise up.
“Wait!” she called after him. and when he turned around, Narcissa's expression pinched with worry.
“Yes… was there something else?” In answer, Narcissa’s hand lowered towards her belly.
“I… the baby… when she comes, I want to be able to take care of her.” She requested, unable to lift her eyes and see what expression he was making. “please… please don’t take her away from me. I want to be her… her mother.”
“She?” Harry managed. Thankfully, Narcissa could detect no sense of anger or irritation in his tone like last time. Finally looking up, his expression appeared thoughtful as he considered the request.
“I suppose I’m not averse to the idea if that’s what you want. Truth be told, I’ve not thought much of the child beyond the pleasure I’ll find in watching you fatten and swell up. But for that kind of reward, I would need to expect… considerable loyalty up to and beyond the child’s birth.”
“Then, you shall have it!” Narcissa swore, head still bowed in his direction. “If I must have this child, your child… then I’ve decided to care for it with the same love and care as Draco. As well as any more children you decide to… gift to me. I am a good mother. And I will continue to be so with your permission.”
Silence reigned for some time as Harry stared at her. He held a considering gaze, and perhaps one of confusion at her sudden willingness to carry his seed. But if her cooperation would be anything like what he’d just enjoyed, there was certainly merit in keeping her motivated. In the end he smiled.
“Very well,” he decided coolly. “You shall have my children. And you will have permission to raise them should you continue to please me. But remember, just as I reward loyalty, I am not above punishing betrayal. And what was given can be taken just as easily.” And with that, he finally left the room leaving Narcissa to stare after him, resolve steeling her features.
XxX
“Lady Malfoy!”
Fast asleep in her bed, the blonde woman’s eyes snapped open at the sound of a high-pitched voice calling her name. Dobby’s wide eyes and flappy ears quickly came into view blinking the sleep from her eyes.
Part of her wanted to groan and return to her sleep. When she’d come back to her room after breakfast to find her son seemingly off to enjoy their newfound privileges, part of her had been thankful to avoid yet another awkward encounter. And a nap had seemed like the perfect way to pass the time, oddly tired so early in the day. But expecting to close her eyes for just an hour or two, it would seem much more time than that had gone by.
Her eyes closed with a deep breath before she pushed herself from the warmth of her blankets. “He calls for me, then?” she assumed. Her hands were already reaching for her hair to comb through the nest of tangled strands.
Dobby didn’t answer right away, his large eyes somehow coming across even bigger with unease. But he managed to nod his bulbous head once before disappearing with a snap of his fingers. “In the study… quickly!” he urged before disappearing out of sight.
His negative emotions quickly seeped into the witch. Her expression shifted from exasperation to something much more nervous. Draco, he still wasn’t back. She only realized after looking around the dark room. The disheveled heap of his bed hadn’t even been touched since she’d laid down. It was possible that he was simply still out enjoying his freedom, however…
Rising to her feet, the older woman found herself listening to her previous servant’s words as she moved to rush towards the door and out into the hallway.
Heavy footsteps slapped against the cool wood. Not quite running, her hurried pace still forced the softer aspects of her body to shake and bounce without restraint. For once, she wasn’t worried about such things, a different fear budding in her chest. She could only hope that her fears would be for nothing, and that she was wrong. Unfortunately, turning the corner and slowly opening the door to her Lord’s study, the picture of her son’s wide, fearful expression brought only life to her nightmares.
“Draco!” Narcissa exclaimed. The young man was sat in a chair opposite to a very perturbed Lord Potter. Thankfully, after a quick once over, she was relieved to see no sign of harm on her only child. Instead, he seemed oddly stiff… clenched up in his seat — not even able to turn his head as he peered at her from the corner of his eyes.
“MMM!” the blonde boy moaned, his breath picking up as his eyes flickered towards the only other man in the room. His mother quickly turned her attention in his direction only to feel a cold fist settle around her gut.
“So good of you to join us,” Harry groused, green eyes dim and morose. His tone was dry and sarcastic; and in his hands, the older woman could see the metallic texture of a familiar dull knife flickering in the firelight. The knife that had been delivered to their room with their breakfast. Suddenly, Draco’s mysterious absence was much easier to explain.
It was only at that moment that Narcissa recognized her lord's lack of robes. And underneath, his white button-up was stained by a dark red splotch surrounding the center of his chest.
“Draco…” Narcissa repeated, more sullen this time and tinged with despair. A single glance towards her child’s panicked expression was all it took before the older woman quickly threw herself to her knees, head bowed towards her lord.
“Please!” she exclaimed, “please forgive him, my lord. He is a fool. He knows not what he’s done. Punish me if you must, but spare his life!” The sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears was all she could hear as she waited for her lord’s answer.
Harry remained silent for a long moment punctuated by Draco’s continued struggles against the magic keeping him frozen to his chair. It had been a simple prolonged paralysis spell, and one that Draco had been powerless to defend against without his wand. When Harry finally answered, he placed the knife he’d been twirling on his desk before turning to address the woman groveling at his feet.
“When I welcomed you into my home, I made my position very, very clear.” The boy who lived stared, pausing for a moment to glance at Draco’s enraged glare. “My protection, my food, my comfort, everything that the two of you have been enjoying for the past two days. All of that came under the assurance that you would obey the established rules I explicitly stated. The first of which, I believe, clearly explained that any attempts on my life, directly or passively, would result in an immediate and permanent relocation to the closes cell in Azkaban. Honestly? The stupid bastard lasted longer than I thought…”
Narcissa’s breathing picked up as panic took hold. Everything… everything was falling apart. Lifting her head just enough to look at her son, her eyes narrowed in sorrow and accusation, lamenting his foolishness for what must have been the thousandth time since she’d pushed him from her body. She dropped her forehead to meet the floor.
“I understand,” she gasped, “I understand my lord. You have been so kind, so merciful despite that we were your enemies. I only beg that you allow me to be foolish enough to ask that you continue that mercy despite our failings. We do not deserve it, I know! But I will do all that you ask in hopes for atonement for my son’s idiocy.”
She looked up then, rising just enough to balance on her knees and stare up at him. Her hands slowly moved to caress her figure in what she prayed would be an enticing manner.
“I am already yours, my lord. You shall have me in any way that you please, you know this! Let me prove my loyalty. Let me sacrifice for my son and satisfy the pain he inflicted on you with whatever pleasures my body is capable of. Please!” She begged… actually begged to be taken by him. It would seem that the last of her pride was well and truly forgotten by this point in the face of her son’s impending demise.
“MMMM!!!” Draco exclaimed from his spot by the fire, eyes wide and muscles clenching against his magical restraints. Unfortunately for all his efforts, he couldn’t so much as twitch a finger, forced to sit there and watch his mother beg for a man’s cock. And Harry, turning his attention to admire his struggling, paused for just a moment as an idea came to mind.
“You’re asking for… another chance?” he questioned. Narcissa nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes, my lord!
“And you’ll do anything to save your son?”
“Tell me your desire and I will break myself to satisfy it,” she proceeded without hesitation — a true testament to a mother’s love. Luckily for her, Harry had no intention of going that far. Although, what was about to come next might not be much better.
“Then prove it,” Harry ordered without hesitation, “right here and right now in front of your son.” And suddenly everything seemed to stop.
Narcissa didn’t move, eyes wide with disbelief. Even Draco had fallen silent, a mixture of rage and disgust twisting his features as much as they could manage.
Still able to move his eyes, he turned to his mother expecting to see her refuse, or, better, to reach for the blade between them and finish what he’d started. But she did neither of those things. And instead, she turned to meet his gaze for a long awkward moment before rising to her feet to slowly walk towards her lord.
“I already clarified that your nudity was more Draco’s punishment than yours,” Harry explained as he moved to take his seat at his desk. Head hanging low, Narcissa’s hands immediately began to work at his belt, pulling the fabric apart to free his length for all the room to see.
“I’d hoped to see he was smart enough to recognize the situation. That you going so far would prove that you truly had no other options. But it would appear that I’d given him too much credit.” He turned then, looking around Narcissa’s body to meet Draco’s rapidly paling features. “Let’s hope this proves to make a more substantial impact.”
Narcissa did her best to refrain from listening, distancing herself as much as possible from what was about to happen. Unfortunately, flipping Harry’s pants down his thighs, her expression wavered seeing him unusually flaccid.
Looking up, the question in her eyes was answered as he smirked.
“It’ll be up to you to get me ready this time. I… don’t have to tell you how, I’m sure.” And feeling her son’s eyes on the side of her face, the older woman didn’t dare glance in his direction as she respectively lowered her head in a bow before moving to accept him into her mouth for the second time that day.
Draco’s wide eyes finally peeked as he watched his mother’s head begin to bob in his rival’s lap. Knowing that he was fucking her and seeing it for himself proved to be two entirely different things. And what's worse, he couldn’t even close his eyelids or turn his head to look away. Instead, the magic forced him to watch in explicit detail the entire time. And as Harry turned to look over at his horror-stricken gaze, the bastard smiled in clear satisfaction.
For Narcissa, she couldn’t imagine a worse scenario. Bad enough that she was being forced to repeat her previous performance. Doing so in front of her beloved son was a shame that would be burned into their relationship for the rest of their lives. Lives that would be much shorter if she failed in this task, however.
Part of her considered failing in her task ever so slightly, sacrificing Harry’s pleasure to lesson the more vulgar aspects of her display. The wet suction seemed to explode in her ears every time her lips slid up his shaft and her mouth wrapped around the sensitive head at his tip. Pulling back to let her tongue lap against the slowly hardening shaft, she could almost swear she could feel her son’s eyes on her clenched expression. And yet, no matter how consciences she was, she continued in the same dutiful and… eager pace as that afternoon.
She couldn’t risk it. She couldn’t risk her life, her son’s life for the sake of dignity. Harry already knew what she was capable of and he demanded her to perform.
Narcissa efforts redoubled. Taking him in her mouth to the base, the sides of her cheeks drew inward as she sucked against the half-hard staff earning a sharp breath from above. Pulling back, the soft tube of muscle slipped past her lips ending with a vulgar pop. She repeated the gesture three times until Harry’s erection began to near the back of her throat. Her reward was a throaty chuckle rumbling from her lord’s chest.
“You should be proud,” the boy who lived commented, now fully erect and free to enjoy the sensation of Narcissa’s lips. Still wet with her spit she’d taken to licking his shaft in loving laps. The wanton motions made for quite the picture for both young men to enjoy, and only further cemented the willingness with which she was able to display her skills.
Draco didn’t answer, still frozen in his chair. Lifting his eyes from his mother’s figure, the fire that burned inside would have been enough to burn any lesser man. But Harry, seeing his long-time rival suffer in his helplessness, just smiled as confident as he was smug in the blonde boy’s lack of threat. His tone continued as he began to stroke the woman’s hair affectionately, doing nothing to interrupt her ministrations.
“Turns out your mother’s a natural cock sucker. She's got a real talent for it. Useful skills if you ever have to return to your lives in alleyways. Of course, that all depends on how she performs next.” Harry touched the top of Narcissa’s head before he could finish too quickly.
Jaw stretched and gag reflex triggered, Narcissa almost didn’t hear him too busy attempting to ignore the odious pressure against the back of her throat. The sound of her suppressed retching gurgled from her throat in a desperate attempt at displacing the oversized object. When he finally gave her the order to stand, she did so quickly, allowing her lips to slide up his shaft slowly in what she hoped was an appreciated gesture.
“My, if that’s not a face only a son could love.” Harry commented dryly, a wry smile on his face. “Go on then, Give your loving Draco a look at his mother’s real face.” Narcissa hesitated only a moment before obeying, already more than aware that any hope of shielding her son from her new reality was all but forfeit. This did not stop her stomach from dropping, however, catching his features grow pale.
If Harry was hoping to see Draco affected by his mother’s face, he wouldn’t be disappointed. Already glaring with all the hate in his body, as soon as Narcissa turned the young man all but blanched, a heat rising to his face even as he turned the pained orbs as far from her features as possible.
Spit painted her lips, now swollen with the effort and friction she’d delivered unto her lord. Her cheeks, normally so pale, seemed to glow under the exertion of her attention giving life to her body in a way that was made even more obvious due to her nudity. And worst of all, the mess she’d made extended beyond her mouth and chin so that she’d slobbered all over her breasts.
She looked every bit the harlot Harry had made her out to be. And now her son had seen yet another part of his mother no family should suffer. Without anything to clean herself with, the older woman was forced to make do with her arm rubbing the cooling saliva away with a shameful hurry.
“That’s enough. It’s time to give our guest the main event.” Harry excused, allowing her to turn back around and hide her shame. Never mind that this only gave Draco a perfect view of her ass. Thankfully, her attention was forced elsewhere as she was forced to consider this, “main event.”
She expected Harry to spring up and grab her. She expected him to throw her across his desk like he’d done the other night. She expected her part in the night to finally be over allowing her to close her eyes and drift off to someplace far better. But Harry made no such motions, remaining in his chair and gazing up at her expectantly. She shifted awkwardly…
“I… do you want me to…?”
“You’re the one that said you would please me, did you not?” Harry challenged; a single dark eyebrow raised. He then moved to lean back in his chair offering his lap as her platform. She glanced down at his cock, just as large and imposing as their first night together.
“Yes, my lord. I will… do my best to please you,” Narcissa offered. Taking a deep breath, she accepted his offered position and moved to balance herself against his shoulders. And joining him on the chair, she straddled him without shame, the full shape of her backside mere inches from his tip just waiting to spear her through.
Once again Draco was given an intimate view of his mother. The awkwardness of the position forced the woman to struggle for balance, her ass stretched out while her hands grasped the back of Harry’s chair. There was nothing he could do but catch sight of her intimate folds and puckered arsehole. Of course, compared to what was to come, it would hardly stand out once the night was over.
Narcissa made the mistake of choosing that moment to glance towards her son, a thoughtless action she mentally regretted seeing his wide expression. Unfortunately for both of them, all she could do was offer a small strained smile that she hoped came off as reassuring before lowering her ass to meet her lord’s cock and welcome him into her body.
“Ah!” the sound escaped before she could stop herself quickly followed by a deep blush. The head of Potter’s cock slid inside of her with painful ease, stretching her apart all over again aided by the saliva still wet on her tongue. However, allowing more and more of her weight to settle around him, her body quickly reacted as it was created to do, and her own arousal began to awaken within her body.
Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Narcissa began to rock her body ever so gently doing her best to slowly ease himself inside of her. The sound of her grunts and moans leaked out from between pinched lips, more than aware of the pair of ears listening to every sound she made mere feet away. And yet, there was nothing she could do to deny the pleasure this time around.
In some ways, it was worse than the pain of their previous encounter. At least then she’d been able to hold back, focusing on the aching burning sensation of her internal walls stretching around him. Now, however, her body was accustomed to the girth. Or, well, more accustomed. And the sharp sting she experienced before was replaced by a warmth that spread throughout her lower body, through her limbs, and focused around the tips of her breasts.
“Faster,” Harry grunted; eyes trained on her clenched expression. His hands reached up to settle on her trim waist helping her along as her hips rose and fell. The added support allowed the woman to do exactly what he requested, and in the next moment the chorus of her restrained moans were joined by the obscene sounds of her ass slapping down on his bare thighs.
Harry’s voice joined in, far more free than his partners. Whether he was playing it up for their audience, Narcissa couldn’t say. However, she could certainly feel his approval swelling inside her every time her wicked muscles clenched down around him with her own pleasure.
He throbbed deep inside of her. A telling sign of this gift he would bestow deep inside of her belly. And the thought alone was enough to leave her knees week and thighs wobbly. The weakness quickly forced her to lean against her master in a painfully intimate embrace, pressing her nude breasts against his shirt while his hands moved down to cup the jiggling shape of her ass.
“No!” Narcissa gasped, feeling his fingers sink into the soft flesh, pulling her cheeks apart. From his position, she knew her son was getting an ample view of her puckered back hole as well as the picture of Harry’s cock as it physically disappeared into her body. But no matter how much she wanted to pause, or slap his hands away, all she needed to do was remember what awaited her son should their lord remain unsatisfied.
It was enough to keep her going. And worse than that, it was enough for her to speed up even further, her entire body jumping up and down to impale herself to the base of her lord’s cock.
Chained to his perch, Draco was forced to watch every second of the coupling, his mother’s curvaceous figure wriggling and writhing like a disgusting worm in Harry’s lap. The bastard in question seemed intent of making a show of it, knowing that his schoolyard rival could see his hands squeezing her breasts. That he had to watch the way his fingers sank into the supple flesh.
In comparison, it was a welcome distraction from his mother’s ass and the vulgar wetness he could hear dripping from her crotch as soon as she began to respond to the attention. Unable to look away, it was all he could do to stare at the cock fucking his mother. To watch as her wetness dribbled down its length staining the pants beneath.
There was no mistaking that kind of reaction. She could say it was for him all she wanted. She could even try and convince him that she didn’t actually want Harry’s company. But she could never say that she didn’t enjoy what was happening to her. That she didn’t love the four-eyed bastard’s cock inside while she moaned and whimpered, and her hips rolled with enthusiasm.
It was a betrayal… plain and simple. His own mother, his last remaining ally in all the world, gone. And just like that Draco Malfoy’s hatred for the world sputtered and died like a fire that had consumed itself.
Oblivious to their audience, the pair continued with their display slowly but surely forgetting about his presents entirely in the pleasure of each other. Harry took his time running his hands up and down her body, never straying from the full curve of her hips or breasts for long. And Narcissa’s motions only increased with her own arching pleasure, which forced her body to move with increasing desperation that could only be called reluctant.
It was maddening it is own way. Her situation was bad enough feeling him hit all the right places deep inside of her body. It was like she couldn’t help but angle her thrusts to enjoy the sharp spike of electricity that arched up her spine.
When his fingers began to roll the generous shape of her chest or twist the delicate tips wound tight with arousal, no amount of self-control could stop her voice from crying out. And with every moment that passed, the pitch continued to climb until she could hear the sharp chirps and mewls she’d fought to suppress.
It was enough that she wanted to cry. Every moment she prayed for him to hurry up and to release inside of her already. And every moment that he didn’t, she could feel her body wind just a bit tighter adding to the building tension deep in her belly. It was a pleasure she’d experienced very, very few times in her life. But to experience it in front of her son, even she wouldn’t be able to live with herself afterward.
“P-Please,” Narcissa panted, her voice impossibly young and full of lust as she moaned like a sixth year in a broom closet. “I can’t-! I’m not-… you need to hurry!” Her fingers tightened against the fabric of his shoulders as a pleasurable tingle wracked her body. The muscles of her back tensed and her head was thrown back at the moment exposing the long, slender shape of her neck.
Harry said nothing, of course, his pleasure and building excitement stealing the brunt of his attention. That said, feeling her tighten around him, a slow smile did manage to spread across his panting expression. It was as much of an answer as Narcissa was going to get, she realized. And closing her eyes, she began to shake her head in a slow gesture of denial despite the continued assault of sensations rolling across the surface of her flushed complexion.
Not that it would do much good. What was coming was inevitable. Her lord had made sure of that. And now, Draco would be forced to watch his own mother’s climax buried to the hilt on top of another man’s cock.
Narcissa’s eyes flashed open as the tension in her belly finally snapped. Pleasure rolled through her, sharper and more prolonged than all of the pangs leading up till that point. The effect left her entire body clenched against her release, curling her into Harry’s surprisingly large frame as he held her in his lap.
The constant and tight rippling of her insides would finally be enough for his own orgasm to trigger. And suddenly, Narcissa found herself pushed over that edge a second time just as she was coming down from the first.
His hips bucked upwards without mercy already pressed snuggly against the puckered entrance to her womanhood. The narrow end of her passage pressed around his head even as he fired volley after volley of thick white goo as deep as her body would allow. And just like before, her snug insides would fill long before he finished forcing the extra mess to seep out of her body and down his clenched balls.
Narcissa’s face rested in the crook of Harry’s neck as a low groan flittered from her lips. She completely forgot about her son or what he must be seeing in the wake of her pleasure. Unknowingly enhancing her arousal in her stubborn resistance, her resulting release had ended up even more powerful than Harry’s admittedly competent skills might have gifted her.
The consequence left her effectively lobotomized by endorphins allowing her to drift along, enjoying the sensation of her lord’s warm body pressed against her naked flesh and the warmer pool of seed freshly deposited in her belly. It would only be afterward, as she collected enough of herself to pull away from Harry’s chest, that her son flittered back in her memory. And whipping around, the scene would be enough to break her heart.
Draco remained just as he’d been when they started, sat comfortably in a chair aimed for their performance. But whereas his eyes had been allowed to glare and burned with the fury that he had carried through life, the cool blue color now appeared hollow and dull. He just sat there, seemingly held up by magic alone.
It hurt. As a mother, as his family, it hurt. But deep down, Narcissa couldn’t help but also feel a little bit relieved. Perhaps this was what he’d needed? She couldn’t protect him if he wouldn’t let her. And his recklessness was only going to cause problems for them both should he continue to rebel. She could only hope a brother or sister would help him shift priorities.
“Lady Malfoy.” Harry’s voice broke her from her review. Just like her, the young man appeared to have recovered and was staring up at her with cool confidence. “Is there anything you’d like to say to me?”
Narcissa didn’t say anything, still shivering from the effect of her release. After a deep breath, she spoke loud enough for the room to hear. “T-Thank you, my lord.” His smile slowly widened, obviously satisfied with her son’s current state.
Her internal muscles proved especially sensitive as she moved to slide off of him, allowing her to feel every inch and groove of his cock as he slipped free. And afterward, a sudden gush of his cum quickly flowed to drip down her thighs.
Moving to shift to the floor, the older woman’s eyes widened with a startled gasp as she found her lower half decidedly numb. It was only Harry's hand catching her by the arm that saved her, a gesture that was as kind as it was surprising. But when she looked up, his eyes weren’t on her. Rather, the cold green reflection was back and aimed at what had been Draco.
“I want you to remember this the next time you even think about attacking me, Draco,” Harry’s cool exterior returned as he turned his attention on the young man. “This isn’t Hogwarts anymore, and I will not put up with your inane superiority complex. The dark wants you dead, and the light kissed. Whatever the Malfoy name used to mean, right now it might as well be worth the dirt beneath my heel. And you’ve no one but yourself and your bastard of a father to blame.”
The young man stepped forward then, standing before the Slytherin. A single wave of his wand freed the boy from the spell keeping him bound. Draco had just enough time to catch himself from falling over before the knife he’d charged in with was lobbed into his lap.
The young snake stared at the weapon for a long moment. Meanwhile, Harry stood not even a foot away, arms spread in as much of an invitation for an attack as he could offer. And Narcissa could only watch the exchange, sadness on her face and warmth pouring from her pussy.
“Well?” Harry challenged. “you won’t get a better chance. I can promise you that. What are you going to do?”
The silence continued uninterrupted besides the sharp crackle of the log burning inside the fireplace. Draco stared at the weapon in his lap, slowly moving to grasp it. And in his hands, the young man’s fingers gripped so hard his fist shook with the effort.
He wanted it. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill him and the dark and the light and everyone who’d ever turned against him and his father. And for a moment, a spark of the man he’d been seemed to stir within his numb chest. However, a flick of the blade cast his reflection in the polished silver. And what he saw… was nothing more than a child too weak to do anything.
His tight expression finally released, and in its place, the hollow resignation returned. The sound of metal striking the wooden floor echoed a moment later.
“Hmm,” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Finally, your true colors shine through.” And all Draco could do was sit there, arms limp at his sides and face turned down towards his lap. Harry just frowned.
“Hurry up and get him back to your room,” the boy who lived ordered stepping towards the door. Narcissa remained leaning against the desk, only then regaining the use of her legs. “I’ll expect you in my chambers quickly, so I suggest you hurry. We certainly don’t want to keep Draco’s new sister waiting, now do we.”
And finally, that was enough to summon one last agonized stare from the boy in question, looking up just long enough to catch Potter’s vicious smirk before he turned out of the room leaving the Malfoy family alone to sit and absorb everything that had just happened.
A/N: Before anyone asks, a third chapter has already been "requested," even if I haven’t written it yet. I’ll have it up when it’s finished, so look forward to it.
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