CH 19: A Denial Mother

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Yes," she said, but I could see tears gathering on the edge of her eyes. It must have been humiliating, to be dismissed as a failure after she suffered all that shame. She said nothing else as she pulled her clothes back on and walked out, apparating as soon as she took a step out of the door. I smiled with the satisfaction of another well-executed step in my grand plan.

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While stopping Fleur's service midway was a part of the plan, it did nothing for my aching hardness, its pressure too heavy to allow me to go out and find someone else. Thankfully, I had a convenient access to a beautiful woman who was more than willing to serve that particular need. With that in mind, I apparated directly to Narcissa's room.

Narcissa was lying on her bed when I appeared. Startled by the noise, She jumped up in panic, reaching for her wand. But she was not fast enough, allowing me to grab her wrist, preventing her fingers to touch her wand. "Hello, mother," I whispered into her ear, my cock, erect and still out of my pants, pressing to her leg.

I could feel the tension immediately draining from her body, and she opened her mouth, but I wasn't in a mood to listen to her. I pushed her into the bed face down. I only spent a second observing the beauty, wrapped in a sexy nightwear, before I lifted her nightie and pulled down her panties, my eyes immediately locking on her puckered hole. A hungry smile appeared on my face as I noticed the anal plug I had placed on her was still in its place. "Good girl," I whispered even as I pulled it off.

She gasped as the pressure from the plug disappeared, one that tinged with a tone of disappointment. Not that she had any reason to worry. I pushed my hips forward, replacing the plug with my girth without a word of warning.

A shocked cry left her mouth, but her virgin asshole provided little resistance to my intrusion, already stretched sufficiently by my anal plug. Her muscles squeezed my cock in a way that neutralized the effect of the delaying potion, though most of the work was already done by the intensive attention of Fleur. Still, that meant she had quite a long way to trigger my release. I started rocking my hips with a slow, but consistent rhythm, not wanting to damage her even if the magic could fix her relatively easily. There was no need to be an asshole.

I saw her mouth opening like she was about to say something, only to close back without uttering a sound other than a deep moan. The blush that covered her face suggested that it was her sense of propriety and shame that prevented the words from leaving her mouth. Feelings that I was doing my best to erase completely. I leaned forward towards her ear, a move that pushed my cock even deeper inside her as a welcome side effect. "What were you about to say, mother?"

"No-nothing, my son," she stammered in a way even the stupidest person wouldn't miss the fact that it was a lie.

I spent a second, enjoying the way my cock flared by being called son by the woman that was busy taking the entirety of my cock into her asshole. I put my hand on her ass for a brief, soft caress, followed by a hard spank, causing her rectal muscles to contract deliciously. "Come on, mother. You can tell me the truth, hadn't we well past the feeling of shame."

"I don't-" she started murmuring, but a hard glance from me was enough to dissuade further denial. "Go faster, please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Still, it was enough to spark my arousal to new heights despite its low tone. I pulled back enough that only the head was barely inside her, then waited until a frustrated growl left her lips. Without a warning, I pushed back, earning a cry of pleasure, loud enough to hurt my ears.

Of course, hearing her passion-filled cry made me go even faster, and soon, I was filling her bowels with a generous spurt of my seed. I pulled out of her, and she collapsed with a loud grunt, obviously spent by our short tryst. Normally, I wouldn't care about it and plunge inside her as soon as I was erect once more, but this time, two things stopped me. She was already strained enough by carrying a self-adjusting anal plug inside her. But more importantly, I had another date with Fleur, and I didn't want to tire myself before it. I had some interesting plans for her next visit…

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"Welcome, Mrs. Weasley," I said, my eyes firmly on the beautiful blond in front of me, who was finally wearing clothing that paid the appropriate respect to her amazing body, a mini pencil skirt that focused the bounciness of her butt while ending in the middle of her thighs, and a crop top that nicely dipped in the middle to reveal a cleavage, while giving no hints about what kind of underwear she wore. I hoped it was better than those white, bland set she wore the last time.

"Thanks," she murmured, unable to bring herself to say anything more, yet not wanting to stay silent. I could see the anger in her gaze as usual, but a sliver of arousal, bold enough to be caught by my fledging legimency ability was quite a surprise. It was quite an unexpected boon.

I smiled graciously and pointed at the table, as usual, filled with a variety of refreshments. She walked towards it, her wand surreptitiously drawn. I was amused to notice her efforts of casting a wide variety of detection charm, a rigorous display of attention even compared to last time. She was rightfully suspecting foul-play, but every time she received a negative result in her detection charms, her frustration increased. It didn't take a genius to realize she was hoping to find something to explain her arousal toward me. There was, of course, but the important fact was that she was still blissfully unaware of it.