Chapter 17 - The Black Sisters III

"Your Dark Lord can't afford to kill him right now," Harry hypothesized, but the confidence with which he said that made Narcissa believe it. "He'll use your son and your husband until he gets what he wants. Ah, that means no matter which side wins, it's the end of the Malfoy bloodline."

Narcissa breathed deeply and looked up at Harry, a new resolve visible in her eyes. She didn't even try to cover her bare breasts, "And you will help as long as I satisfy your desires?"

That's just a part of it, Narcissa. Harry didn't nod nor deny it. Let's warm you up first.

Harry took off his shirt first and then removed his pants. Unashamedly, he also took off his underwear, revealing his girthy shaft standing straight, its bulging veins visible, the faint twitches noticeable. Unlike the last time, it was daytime right now. The window curtains gave plenty of light to see everything in detail.

"Let's talk about that after we're done," Harry said and stepped forward. With a gentle swipe of his leg, he made Narcissa spread her legs wide so he could stand there, his cock pointing right at her lips. "You can start."

Narcissa stared at the pillar of heat dangling before her. She breathed helplessly and gently rubbed around the base of his shaft, pulling the skin back. The purple cockhead twitched as if in excitement.

"I… I hope you keep your word," she mumbled before opening her mouth wide, her slick pink tongue out. She took him in slowly, coating his girth with her spit thoroughly. Only the head went in first, and then more. 

Standing there, Harry placed one hand on her blonde head while watching her thin, red lips struggle to widen to accommodate more of his girth. The sensation of her tight mouth gripping his length made him shiver. His fingers combed through the locks of her hair, holding back wanting to shove her face on himself. 

I'm not evil… I'm not evil… Harry reminded himself each time, trying to restrain himself from shoving his driving need into her in wild abandon. I'm not evil… Ugh… I love this…

"Ugk…" Narcissa took almost all of his manhood in her sweltering hot mouth as it hit her throat, making her gag just a tiny bit. Her eyes watered down that instant, looking up at Harry as if asking for mercy.

But Harry started moving his hips instead, fucking her tight lips in a slow rhythm. Narcissa surrendered herself to him and simply placed her hands on Harry's waist while he dared to reach deeper and deeper into her throat. 

She coughed at times but never found her mouth freed. Harry's pumping thrusts turned her helpless as they increased. Her tongue kept caressing his iron-hard flesh.

However, Harry had something else planned. "Lie down on the pillow, Narcissa."

Narcissa didn't like being called like that by a man so much younger than her. But she didn't want to argue and prolong the shame. She moved, Harry's cock sliding out of her mouth freely now. She slid back to the headboard and laid down, keeping two pillows under her head and back. 

Harry crawled onto the bed at the same time. His eyes focused on the junction of her thighs. There was a faint smile on Harry's lips as he noticed how her body was truly reacting to him. A shadow of wetness had appeared in the middle of her modest panties.

"Let's get rid of this," Harry said and easily pulled her panties off her hips. Aided by Narcissa herself as she raised her hips.

A thin, slimy strand of her arousal leaked from her petals as Harry took them off. His hands got a chance to stroke her long luscious legs as he pulled them down, causing her to shudder. 

He threw them away and in the next moment, pushed her knees up, legs folded. He kept staring at the moistness between her legs, the pale red lips inviting him in. 

"That night did no justice to this…" Harry commented and spread his palm over her shaved pelvis, his thumb extending down and rubbing all over her heat, smudging her leaked juices all over her petals and entrance, as if in preparation. 

The pureblood, aristocratic woman averted her gaze, ashamed at her own arousal. Being spread like that and clearly looked at, made her feel vulgar and yet heated. But the next moment, the young man did something she had never experienced before.

"N-No-oh!"

But Harry was already lying flat on his belly by then, his face close to Narcissa's spread hot pool of need. His tongue came out and gave a long, hard lick, stroking from below, widening her petals while its tip slipped in between, and ending with a flick at her pink kernel; Earning Narcissa's squirm and shock. 

Even here, she smells good. Harry was amused and, with a wild thirst, started to lick her slit, push in, and spread her softness with his tongue once more. This time, it went a little deeper, wiggling and sliding in with his hot saliva.

His hand, at the same time, rounded around her fleshy legs and teased her clitoris from above. Pinching and pressing, rubbing and flicking, giving her pleasure from all sides. 

"T-That's… dir—oooh!" Narcissa couldn't make sense of what the young man was doing. 

The last time she had sex was a few years ago, and it was never this mischievous. Was Lucius too bland? Or was Harry too wild? Narcissa couldn't make any sense of it. 

Harry continued to fuck her with his tongue, lapping up her juices and drenching her core for his cock to enter. He didn't feel disgusted in the slightest, a shock to himself. The woman was so clean and pleasingly scentful that he couldn't help it. 

"Oooh… Oh, n-no!" Narcissa's belly started to throb all of a sudden. Her hips wiggled left and right. Harry picked up his pace even further as that happened and inched her closer to completion. 

Her passion-filled molten depts reacted to Harry's hot tongue and his fingers on her clit. She arched her back all of a sudden and screamed in ecstasy. A sound she herself never knew she could make, lustful and sultry like a promiscuous woman.

Her needy release came forth like a fountain. Her quivering slickness turned further red as her nectar dribbled out onto his tongue.

Harry moved his face back quickly and got between her spread leg, on his knees. He watched as she went through her wild release, her body stiffening up in an arc as her nectar gushed, possibly after years of drought. 

Time to plunder… Wait, what did I just say? Plunder?

Harry shook his head and eased forward. He guided his swollen, rock-hard shaft to her sweltering, leaking depth and leaned forward, shoving half of his length in one go. He knew he wasn't absurdly long, but when it came to girth, he had received plenty of moans. 

"Ah—Oh, Potter… slow!" Narcissa moaned hard. Her legs tried to lock around Harry's hips on their own. She felt opened and stretched like never before. It reminded her of her first night with Lucius, the hint of pain and pleasure—this felt like that. 

"P-Please slowly…"

Harry nodded and pulled his shaft back an inch. "I'll try."

He moved in once again, pressing harder to stretch her and claim her hotness. Her contracting walls around his sensitive cockhead felt like a blissful cloud. Feathery, wet, and slippery—yet tight. 

"Ummm-oh… Slowly…" The tip of his cock forced her walls to part, demanding her wetness to surrender. 

Harry saw her mouth open wide as he dug in deeper, slower and etching his size on her soaked petals. His pumping veins, the bugle of his knob, they tickled her insides in ways she never knew. 

So Harry leaned further over her body, lowering his bare chest to her inviting breasts. He took one in his mouth and nibbled, teething her buds like a delightful cherry. He tugged it, and rubbed it with his tongue until Narcissa's hands combed through his hair.

But no, he wanted more, so he went further up, kissing her skin, leaving a long trail of his saliva. He reached her neck and bit her there, kissed her with passion. His hips moved back as well, pulling out. 

"Oh… Oh, Morg…" Narcissa moaned in abandon as Harry shoved in with need. A moment of calm, followed by a storm that churned her womanhood inside. She felt his entire length spread her—she felt it all so well.

Harry still hadn't reached to his hilt yet, so he wanted to push in deeper. For that, he looked at her face, pressed his cock harder in her, and placed his elbows on either side of her face. 

"N-No… No kiss…" Narcissa saw Harry's face coming closer to hers. 

But Harry didn't entertain her demand this time. "Not the first, nor the last. Get used to this, Narcissa…"

With that, Harry kissed her hot, red lips, closing his eyes in the heat of the moment. It wasn't sweaty, but they both felt hot. Their warm bodies were tightly pressed against each other, and their mouths shared that same warmth as well.

Right then, Harry spread his palms and pressed them against the top of Narcissa's head. He began to thrust harder with that, pumping his cock with such prideful shoves that he struck her cervix a few times. Her body threatened to hit against the headboard of the bed each time.

Narcissa felt the very faint pain, but felt the overwhelming pleasure even more. It felt like her wedding night all over again, but this lover was far more intimidating and demanding than her husband. She kissed the young man on her own, her mouth opening, her tongue extending out with a mind of its own.

She could feel this wasn't herself. She had lost herself in the moment, defeated by the overpowering ecstasy in her loins. She never knew her body could feel this way, helpless yet delighted, ashamed yet thrilled, embarrassed yet wanting him to do more and more… harder, deeper.

Harry continued to pump in deep, hoping to spill at the deepest depth of her pulsating core. But he knew this was merely the start, as the bed still lacked something. 

Creak!

"Oh, my, my, my… What do we have here? The good, dutiful Cissy…"

So lost in pleasure, Narcissa failed to realize when the door of the house opened, and a figure stepped inside the room. Only when she noticed a black figure from the periphery of her vision did she turn her face. But by then, she heard the voice, and her heart sank.

"N-No… Sto-ohp!" Narcissa tried to push Harry.

But Harry continued to fuck her with delight, plundering her core until wet, squelching sounds echoed in the room. Their kiss had stopped, but Harry had resumed to lick Narcissa's neck, and then claim her breasts with both hands. 

"I'm shocked, Cissy." 

Narcissa squirmed to be released, but Harry's entire weight was pinning her against the headboard. With his heavy plunges, she couldn't pick herself up. "B-Bella-ah…"

Harry smirked right then and, without looking, asked. "Care to join, my Bellatrix?"

"With pleasure, my Lord." 

"W-what?" Narcissa exclaimed, not resisting anymore despite Harry having leaned back up on his knees. His plunder continued, her large mounds jolting with each thrust. She stared at Harry in confusion. 

Harry smiled and started to rub her clitoris, waiting for Bellatrix to disrobe and join. "Don't worry, she's mine."

As you will be soon.

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