CH 34: London

Ty Bakuta for Reviewing this fanfic and here's some chap.

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Of course, this way please," she said, leading us to the second floor, where a nice waiting room was waiting for us with a comfortable looking sofa and a table piled with light refreshments. I sat down, sipping some sparkling water as Narcissa stepped towards the multitude of dresses that rested on the hangers, each more elaborate than the last. The sales assistant moved with her, and they started a long discussion about the cuts, fabrics, and other aspects of the dresses. I said nothing, content to watch Narcissa switching through a set of dresses, each sexier than the last.

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I left them at peace, just occasionally commenting on her choices as she cycled through them, her face bright with excitement, though I picked my comments very carefully. The first dresses she picked was quite conservative, long, flowing skirts, closed backs, almost nonexistent cleavages… In other words, barely better than a robe.

But after select comments, encouraging her to experiment, her choices started to get interesting. Even more interesting was her face, a delicious contradiction of panic, shame, excitement, and arousal, the mixture getting stronger inversely with the amount of skin that was covered by her dress.

Soon, she came to the end of the pile she selected, the ones she chose creating a smaller, yet still sizeable, pile, and during that, I picked some new clothes for myself as well, jeans and a light colored shirt. "They are so beautiful," she murmured in excitement as she looked at the carefully packaged dresses, her imagination running wild.

"They are only beautiful on you, Narcissa," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her neck, enjoying the way she melted on my arms, halfway there due to all the excitement she built up by trying an increasingly revealing set of clothes. I passed a dress to her and whispered. "Why don't you try this one as well."

"Of course," she answered, and walked to the dressing room before even checking the dress. I watched behind, waiting for her to close the door, fully intending to follow her as soon as I made sure the assistant wasn't around.

As Narcissa disappeared behind the door of the dressing room, I looked around, trying to spot the sales assistant. "Perfect," I murmured when I ascertained that she was away. I stood up and walked towards the door that was closed by Narcissa just a moment ago, hiding behind it as she changed. I pushed it open, not even bothering to knock, revealing Narcissa, who was trying to get out of her skirt, her shirt already on the ground. "Let me help you mother," I said, ignoring her expression of shock as I reached for her back, unhooking her bra with just a caress.

"Son, you scared me," she said, trembling as my fingers danced over her back. Her arms rose to catch her bra, which, without support, was sliding down, risking to reveal her body to my eyes. I would have stopped her from doing that, but decided to use the opportunity to take a step closer to her, and put my fingers over the zipper that was holding her skirt in place.

"Sorry, mom," I answered, aware that my expression didn't match my words at all. Not that Narcissa looked like she was paying attention to that, distracted by the slow clicks that filled the room as I dragged her zipper down in a deliberate slowness. "Since you are not familiar with the muggle-style clothing, I thought you might appreciate my help." My fingers dragged over her skin that was hidden under her skirt, while the said piece of cloth slid to its freedom and pooled around her feet.

"No-, of course not," she stammered in hurry, quick to inform me about the lack of her objection, like her quickening breath and aroused gaze wasn't enough, even when tinged with fear of getting caught.

"Good," I said as my fingers hooked around her panties, pulling them down slightly.

"Draco?" she murmured in confusion, looking at my fingers as I dragged her panties down. She looked like she would have preferred to grab it to prevent its descent, but I had taught her better than directly interfering with my actions. "Why are you removing them?"

"To make the dress fit better on you, of course," I answered. "You don't want ugly lines from your underwear to disrupt the beautiful sight this dress would provide, do you?"

"Of course not," she said in a manner that she doubtlessly thought as resigned, but from the mirror, I could see her slit glistening with arousal, telling me that her words were nothing more than a vain attempt to hide her excitement.

"Good, now let's get rid of the bra." I brought my hand over her chest, and pulled the bra off between her unresisting fingers, a move that left my arm wrapped around her, and she stood directly in front of me. Never one to miss such an opportunity, I pushed my hips forward until my erection was safely nested between her cheeks. It was tempting to push her forward until her tits were smashed against the mirror, impaling her mercilessly, but I held back. Instead, I whispered into her ear. "Look at the mirror."

She did, captivated by the view of her naked beauty, my body pressing against her from behind in a promise that begged to be fulfilled. And truthfully, I was tempted to do just that, enticed by the idea of taking the premier pureblood Narcissa Malfoy on the floor of a mundane department store, but I didn't want all the efforts that went to picking the dress to went to waste.

"Raise your arms," I ordered, my fingers closing around the red dress. She did so, her stretched body even more enticing than before. It was a real game of willpower to not to do anything sexual other than occasional grab or caress as I gently pulled the dress on her. "You look amazing," I murmured.

"Thanks, son," she murmured halfheartedly, captivated by her own reflection just like of her namesake. But in her case, it was justified, I noted even as I licked my lips to combat arousal-induced dryness. The little red dress wrapped around her to reveal her toned body for any onlooker's gaze. Even discounting its tightness, it had a thin but deep cleavage in the front, going until her belly, revealing the inner side of her breasts. The back of her dress was even worse, the emptiness went deep until her bottom, enroaching the area that should have belonged to her skirt enough to hint the absence of her panties, which was also short enough to protect her secret only when she was standing completely upright. On top of all, the silky fabric of her dress was extremely thin, not doing anything to hide neither her erect nipples, nor her rising arousal down there.