Man of the House Chapter 4

Narcissa awoke with a start, gasping and sitting up. She was naked, of course, and her body felt sticky. Some of that was old sweat. The rest was from OTHER kinds of fluid.

She looked around and gasped again.

She predicted it, but her daughter was here. And wow, had Harry followed through on what she asked for. Draca lay on her back, Harry’s cum still pouring from her pussy like a waterfall. She was completely unconscious, just like Narcissa had been until moments ago. Fucked to the point of passing out.

“You’re awake!” Harry said.

Narcissa spotted him in the corner. He was sitting on a chair munching on a snack to regain stamina. That said, he looked like he had plenty of stamina left without it! You could tell he’d been having sex. There was lipstick on him, and Draca’s nails had left red scratches on his muscular arms and back. Harry hardly looked sweaty, however, and as he looked at Narcissa and her daughter, his dick immediately started growing hard again.

Narcissa NEEDED it. 

She had stamina of her own. It had been tested over and over across these last few days, but that only served to get her back in shape. She might have passed out on that wonderful horse cock of his, but now that she was conscious again, her body was completely prepared for more.

Besides… 

She stroked Draca’s forehead. Her daughter showed no response, out could as she was, but Narcissa smiled. She just KNEW her plan was working. There was no way it wouldn’t be, looking at the state Draca was in.

Narcissa stood up. She sauntered toward Harry, her hips swaying as she did. Her hair was loose, rather than up in any kind of style. It wasn’t all that dignified for her blond locks to hang so haphazardly, but Narcissa was long past caring about anything like that. Stupid vain pride was what got her family into this mess in the first place. It was because Draca couldn’t let go of such feelings that she became a shadow of herself. Narcissa was perfectly content to be unpresentable if it was for a man like Harry.

Harry set aside his plate as he watched her approach. He spread his legs, filling the chair he was sitting in, looking at Narcissa like he was a king on a throne. That analogy would make her his concubine. Yes, Narcissa liked the sound of that.

At one time in her life, she had dreamed of being a queen. Now, after all that she’d seen, a taste of this dick of his was enough to keep her happy.

“You held up your end of the deal,” she said.

Harry looked behind her at Draca. “I think I tamed her a little bit. It was even more enjoyable than I expected.”

Narcissa felt a sense of pride as she heard this, feeling indirectly complimented as he praised her daughter.

“Do you think it had the desired effect?” she asked.

She wanted to give her daughter a sense of discipline. Draca couldn’t just act however she wished. Harry seemed like the natural choice, considering how long he’d been going back and forth with her at Hogwarts as a rival. If anyone could take her on, it was him.

And by Merlin had that worked, looking at Draca passed out on the bed.

“It was definitely a start,” Harry said. “She won’t be as bad in the future, but I don’t trust that she’s really become a better person. I’ll have to work with her further.”

Narcissa shivered, imagining all the “work” that her daughter would be getting.

It made her happy, because this was what she wanted! But at the same time, the thought that Harry would have less time to spend with HER gave her an uncomfortable feeling. She had to remind him what she could offer while she still had the chance.

As if he was using legilimency, Harry leaned forward and read her mind.

“Don’t worry, Narcissa,” Harry said. “You’re both beautiful women. I’d be a fool to neglect either of you.”

Narcissa was embarrassed to have her thoughts read so easily. Wasn’t she supposed to be a Slytherin? Her embarrassment grew rapidly as her feet left the ground.

“What?” Narcissa yelped.

Harry had levitated her with a single sweep of his hand. He didn’t even need his wand. Narcissa floated into the air, then was summoned over to him. Her face turned scarlet. Narcissa had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to her body, especially for a woman of her age, but it was enough to embarrass ANY woman to have her pussy floating right in a man’s face, completely bare and at his mercy. Harry observed the lips of her quim. He clicked his tongue and Narcissa’s body was cleaned between her legs, all the residue of sweat and other things from their lovemaking promptly disappearing.

“I admit, this whole plan of yours has been EXTREMELY entertaining,” Harry said. “I think that deserves a reward.”

He didn’t come to her. Harry willed Narcissa forward, and her body floated directly onto his face, allowing him to slide his tongue inside of her. Narcissa felt weightless and lightheaded as he began to lick her womanhood.

There was nothing for her to grab onto except for Harry’s hair. He smirked as he felt her grab him. It must have stung, but he never told her to let go. Narcissa’s moans began quietly, quickly growing louder.

Harry was incredible in every way. He wasn’t just blessed with a good face and a great dick. His body was muscular, which took work to achieve. He was absurdly powerful, enough that you could feel it just by being in his presence. And he even came with certain tricks.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Narcissa screamed.

She bent her neck all the way back, riding Harry’s head like he was a bucking horse. She couldn't help it. His tongue had started VIBRATING.

He had already been locating and exploiting every single one of Narcissa’s sensitive points, and now his tongue stimulated them in a whole new way. It was better than any toy, even the secret enchanted ones that pureblood heiresses sold among themselves. Narcissa felt her eyes fluttering.

She came for him, and he slurped down her juices like a brief snack. Instead of stopping, he shoved his vibrating tongue against her g spot, jackhammering it. Narcissa let out a series of EXTREMELY unbecoming noises.

She remembered the first time she saw this boy. That was what he’d been then, scrawny and underdeveloped watching the Quidditch World Cup. Her daughter had been unable to help herself from getting into a taunting match with him. At the time, Narcissa wondered if house Malfoy was going to have to do public relations work to handle a scandal when that sexual tension boiled over and her daughter jumped his bones. It never came to that, somehow, and instead Harry grew up into THIS.

He was too perfect. Slowly, something was dawning on Narcissa. She had to be his, as a lover or a concubine or a slave. It was Slytherin nature to attach themselves to the powerful. Her husband did so by joining the Death Eaters, then by lining the pockets of Ministry officials. Now it was Narcissa’s turn. This boy—no, MAN—was going to rule the country. Even if he didn’t want to, like Dumbledore, it was clear others would give him the power. You could just tell that he was the greatest wizard of his age.

Narcissa was going to be his witch, even if it was just one of many.

She looped her legs around the back of Harry’s head. They squeezed, pulling him in until his nose was mashed down by her body. Narcissa grinded her hips on him, gasping and screaming. His tongue still vibrated, her whole body shivering from the feeling. Squealing at a higher pitch than she’d made in years, Narcissa orgasmed hard.

When the pleasure finally faded, her muscles went from clenched to loose. Her legs let go of Harry’s head, and her hand released his hair. She fell back, and because Harry’s levitation charm was still in effect, floated in the air. Bits of arousal were still dripping from her wet pussy, and the spell even extended to these, so that the droplets stayed suspended in the air.

Harry stood up, pulling his arm across his body to stretch out his muscular chest. Even though she was exhausted, Narcissa watched each way his muscles bulged out. Holy Merlin, she had been missing out on so much across her life, shackled to Lucius’s frail frame.

In pureblood circles, a skinny build was prized. The principle was simple. In a world of magic, a TRUE wizard should solve his problems with wands. Quidditch players were a slight exception, but most highborn sons and daughters were expected to drop the sport after their seventh year. Women were supposed to marry, look pretty at balls and galas, and pump out the right amount of heirs to keep family lines alive. Men were expected to stoke the family fortunes and increase them wherever possible, investing in businesses or going into politics. Playing professional Quidditch was beneath families like the Malfoys or the Blacks… and for the men from those families, so was putting on muscle.

How silly. How stupid. Narcissa had scorned Andromeda for years for finding a Muggle beefcake and running off with him. If Ted had been fucking her even a FRACTION this well, then Narcissa was the fool all along! 

No, she knew that already. She had been a fool up until the second war. But no longer.

Narcissa spread her legs in midair in a strong showing of flexibility. She reached down and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. As she did, she smiled broadly at Harry, just like one of those bimbos she would’ve made fun of in her youth.

“Please give me your dick, Master!” Narcissa said, not even blushing at what she was saying.

Harry had finished stretching. His dick bounced as he walked toward her. Harry grabbed her hips, moving her through the air until she was at waist height for him. Although they shook slightly with anticipation, Narcissa kept her finger in her crotch, holding her pussy open all the way until she felt Harry’s dick inside her.

She moaned even though she’d felt it over and over across the last few days. It had been to entice Draca, but at some point, Narcissa became addicted to Harry. She could feel him now, thumping against her womb.

“Maybe I should take a fertility potion one of these times!” Narcissa moaned. “Give Draca a half-sibling. That would be amusing!”

“It would be funny,” Harry admitted. “But, no. I’m not going nine months without fucking this pussy for ANY reason.”

Narcissa’s spine tingled. She immediately came as she realized what he was saying. He wanted her, just like she wanted him! Part of her had been worried. Her looks had always been good, and she had bedroom skills to go with them, but she was getting older. Could she entice a true man like Harry?

Apparently, she could. Narcissa couldn’t remember being so happy. Harry only sped up when he felt her orgasm, taking advantage of the situation to fuck her specacularly well.

Because she was suspended in the air, gravity wasn’t affecting her, which let Harry pull her body along the length of his dick at extreme speeds. She felt his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. His grip was so strong. He was moving her so fast. Narcissa couldn’t handle it. That stupid smile was back and bigger than ever, and soon her tongue was hanging out of her mouth.

“I like that,” Harry said, smirking. “Now THAT’S the face of a good pureblood lady.”

Fuck me, Narcissa wanted to beg, but she could no longer form words. Fuck me and don’t stop!

Luckily that’s just what Harry was doing. He spun her around so that her face was aimed toward the floor. Moving his hands from her hips to her bum, he squeezed Narcissa’s body like it was his plaything. She basically was, Narcissa realized. That thought made her cum again.

Her tongue flapping around, engulfed in his magic and subject to his strong grip, Narcissa was fucked faster and faster until Harry came, dumping her pussy full of his seed. He’d done so over and over again these last few days, but Narcissa never got tired of it.

He pushed Narcissa against the closest wall, undoing his levitation charm. She would’ve fallen down, but he replaced it with a sticking charm. Harry lifted her legs, pressing his body against hers, and she came face to face with his stunning eyes.

“Good girl,” he said.

Narcissa shuddered at the praise. She came again, this time without Harry’s dick even inside of her! She was his girl. His mature fucktoy. And she couldn’t imagine being happier about anything.

Harry kept fucking her until her consciousness faded again, and she passed out for the second time that day, leaking his seed from her MILF snatch.