CH 4: Mungundus Fletcher

{[Last Time In Tainted Desire]}

It didn't take long for her to give up, which surprised me. I was expecting for her to struggle harder. For a moment, I was afraid that she had more willpower than had previously assumed, and the night was going to be a dud. But then, she shifted between my arms and turned her back to me. More importantly, I noticed her hand sneaking down under her robes. Knowing she cannot see my face, I let a smile pop on my face as I listened to her quickened breaths. I waited a couple of minutes, enjoying her frantic breathing, getting more out of control every second.

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{[Now]}

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Then, without a warning, I pulled her close, my erection resting between her tight buttocks. Her whole body froze for a second, then she tried to pull away, only to be prevented by my grip once more. "Please wake up, son," she asked even as she shook my shoulder, but I continued to act like I was asleep. This time, keeping the sleeping act was even more difficult, considering the pleasure was spreading to my body with each movement. I was happy when she turned her back to me once more, but it didn't compare to when her hand sneaked under her robe once more, rubbing herself rhythmically.

Apparently, I have overused the potion on Narcissa, because it took three climaxes for her to finally settle to an uncomfortable sleep. Keeping myself from climaxing had quickly become a torture, even before she managed to finish the first one. The second and third ones were pure agony, enough for me consider loosening my grip and let her go to the bathroom. I didn't, because in the end, her every uncontrolled hip movement was pure pleasure.

And now, she exhausted herself to the sleep, it was my turn. I waited until I was sure she was asleep, then slid my hands upwards until her tits rested between my palms, then stopped for a while, until I made sure that she was still asleep. Then, I squeezed lightly, my fingers sinking slightly into her breasts. I could feel her heartbeat quickening despite her sleep, courtesy of her sensitivity, enhanced to a ridiculous degree by the liberal application of potions. I wanted to squeeze until she squawked with pleasure, overwhelmed by ecstasy, but unfortunately, my plans required patience. After all, I didn't want just a quick fuck off her, I wanted to capture her completely, body, heart, and soul.

So, mirroring her earlier actions, I had sneaked my hand inside my pants, and started jacking off while the other gently caressed her breasts over the cloth. Already overcharged, it didn't take for me to release my load, ruining my pants with my sticky fluids. I was tempted to whip out my cock and paint her ass white, but glorious visions of future held me back. I let the euphoria from the release to wrap my mind, pushing me into the arms of the sleep…

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When I woke up, the first thought it was a nice dream, a dream hard to wake up. But I squeezed my hands, only to feel something squishy pressing against my fingers, and a moan rang in the room, pushing me back to sleep.

"Son," I heard her speaking, her words barely audible between the moan. "Can you pull your hands away."

"Sorry mom," I murmured, trying to sound as guilty as possible while I pulled my hands away. "I was asleep."

"It's okay," she said, standing up instantly. "I need to go to the bathroom," she added, and started walking away without waiting for my reply. At first, I thought her calm reaction to my hands was weird, especially since apparently she was awake for a while in that position, then I noticed a suspicious wet spot on the back of her robe. I smiled. Apparently, I misjudged just how hard it was going to succeed in my plan. It had been quite a while since Narcissa had an assisted release. Apparently, Lucius' short stay in Azkaban hurt him more than I previously assumed, preventing him from paying necessary attention to his wife. I shrugged, his lost, my gain.

I could hear the bath filling, and I had some ideas about how Narcissa would spend her time in there. I wanted to sneak inside. I had no doubt that it would be a view worth remembering, but I held myself back. I had important things to do.

After a brief visit to my room. I slipped to the library until the evening, this time focusing on memory modification charms and legimency. It would be nice to have access to some non-deadly options other than imperius if someone noticed something was out of order. Not to mention knowing legimency helped me better manage my occlumency. The studying lasted until the evening, then I changed into some nondescript clothing, and apparated to Knuckturn Alley. For half an hour, I walked randomly, hoping to find my target. Apparently, the luck was on my side, because I managed to catch a shady figure, trying to sell some silverware. Silverware stamped by the Black Family Crest.

I walked towards him. "Are you Mungundus Fletcher?"

"Yes," he answered, his tone already shifting into a smarmy salesman tone. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Derision rose inside me. He was really pathetic, unbelievably so considering he had the power to rewrite the reality. I didn't even bother speaking, just pointed him with my wand. "Imperio," I murmured. The spell took hold instantly, facing no resistance. "Where is the Order Headquarters," I asked. I know that, since Dumbledore is already dead, everyone that was aware of the secret could share it.

"Grimmauld Place, Number Twelve," he answered. I felt something clicking inside my mind as I was included in the cover of Fidelius.

"Good," I murmured. "Now, you will go there, and pick some more silverware to steal. You will also search and find a green amulet with snakes on it. You will also get it without hurting anyone, house-elf included, and bring that to me. Now, go." He disappeared, and I started waiting, hoping it would work. Possessing that amulet was a key to my plans, allowing me to manipulate many different people. Thankfully, Mungundus teleported back an hour later, and passed the item to me. A memory charm later, Mungundus lost all memories of their encounter, replaced by the memory of selling the amulet to a random person. I apparated back to the mansion, my mind already on my next encounter with Narcissa.