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Cultivating Pleasure Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2024-01-23 16:59:00 +0000 UTCNo one stopped Draco and Lucius as they walked away; it was as though the two men were immediately forgotten. Instead, Narcissa rushed forward, her breasts bouncing enticingly in the tight bikini top she was wearing. Her arse probably looked just as incredible, but she had a wrap covering herself up.
“Lily, it’s so good to see you here!” Narcissa exclaimed happily as she hugged Lily tightly.
Lily’s face beamed as she hugged Narcissa back. “I never expected to see you here,” Lily laughed in reply.
“Yes, well, Lucius and I believed that a vacation would do us both some good,” Narcissa smiled. “We’ve been cooped up at the Manor for far too long, and Lucius’s work at the Ministry has been tiring as of late.”
“It does take a lot of energy to commit injustices day after day,” Sirius interjected. “Tell me, is it harder for him to bribe Wizengamot members or to spend his days trying to corrupt even more senior officials than he already has?”
Narcissa’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “The Wizengamot members do expect to be wined and dined, so at least he gets to relax a bit with them.”
“Is that before or after he’s done sucking them—”
“Sirius!” Lily snapped, interrupting him before he could go any further.
“Don’t mind him, Lily,” Narcissa assured her. “I’ve heard far worse things growing up with him. You should have seen the temper tantrums he’d throw when his family came over to visit ours.” She paused and looked over at Sirius with a genuine smile. “It’s good to see you again, cousin.”
Sirius grumbled some type of greeting under his breath, one that was likely laced with curses.
“What made you decide to come to the Maldives specifically?” Lily asked Narcissa curiously. “There isn’t a big magical population here, and I just would have expected… what with your husband and all…”
“Lucius can put aside his bigotry long enough to keep me happy,” Narcissa replied. “He’s past the grumbling stage now, so I’m just trying to get him to enjoy relaxing on the beach. As for why we came to the Maldives, I’m surprised that Harry didn’t tell you.”
Harry’s eyes went wide as everyone turned to him. Narcissa had a sly little smirk on her lips as she relished the torment that she was making him feel. Was she seriously about to let the cat out of the bag like this?
“Harry didn’t mention anything about this,” Lily commented as she looked at him.
Narcissa let the stares linger on Harry for a moment more before she finally explained. “When he came over to help with my garden, he mentioned that all of you were going on a trip here. After he left, I ordered a brochure through the post, and I thought that this place would be perfect for a little getaway. I didn’t realise that our vacations would overlap like this though.”
That was a lie, Harry was sure. The fact that she’d chosen the same island as them in this archipelago wasn’t a coincidence either. She’d planned this carefully. Harry knew that he hadn’t divulged any important details about this trip to her, so she must have somehow gotten the information on her own.
The question of why she did this was obvious, albeit a potentially arrogant thought if he was wrong: she was here because she wanted him to fuck her again.
But any doubts that Harry had in his mind about Narcissa’s motivations for being here were wiped away the second she walked past Lily and engulfed Harry in a massive hug. He didn’t miss the way she tightened her grip on him and pressed her ample breasts into his chest, nor the subtle way her hips grazed against his crotch.
It hadn’t been long since he’d fucked her, but his body was already reacting like he’d gone without sex for months.
“It’s good to see you again too, Harry,” Narcissa murmured into his ear. She pulled away before anyone could really start to get suspicious about what she was doing.
Harry bit the inside of his cheek to try to calm the bodily reaction that was forming in his trousers. He looked anywhere except at Narcissa, and that was when he spotted Hermione looking at him. She seemed… amused? Annoyed? Confused? Each time Harry thought he had the emotion pinned down, it morphed into something new entirely.
Suddenly, he remembered that he had told her that he’d fucked Narcissa. At the time, her only consideration had been about being there when Harry revealed that fact to Draco. Perhaps she’d never expected to actually see Narcissa and him together in the same place.
Things between him and Hermione were still somewhat confusing. His crush on her was undeniable, but they weren’t in a relationship together or anything. Emma had outright stated that Hermione had a crush on him too, but Harry had harboured some doubts on that. But the more time he thought about it and the more reactions he saw from her whenever the topic of his sex life came up, he was starting to become more certain that she felt the same way that he did. He still needed to talk to her to confirm it, but…
Harry wanted to groan. Parading all of his flings in front of her like this wasn’t going to do him any favours when it came time to talk. Besides Narcissa, there was still another woman here that he needed to deal with.
“I don’t know if any of you have formally met her, but I’d like to introduce Lady Anastasia Greengrass to you all regardless,” Narcissa said as she returned to her friend’s side.
Like Narcissa, Anastasia was wearing a bikini and a wrap too. Her chest was nowhere near Narcissa’s size—it looked to be a bit bigger than Emma’s—but the creamy skin was still enticing nonetheless.
“Hello there,” Anastasia smiled demurely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”
“Oh! Likewise,” Lily replied with a friendly tone as she hurried forward to shake the woman’s hand. “Your family’s products are incredible; Harry and I keep a healthy stock of your Floating Water Flowers around to keep our plants happy and healthy.”
As Anastasia shook Lily’s hand, Harry noticed Daphne glaring at him over her mother’s shoulder. Evidently, she was annoyed at having caught him and her mother together.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Anastasia said. “I didn’t know that you liked to practice Herbology too.”
“I do,” Lily confirmed. “But it’s mostly just to keep up a good stock of potion ingredients for myself. Harry is the real green thumb of the family.”
“He most certainly is,” Anastasia said with a predatory grin.
Lily blinked in surprise. “Oh, do you two know each other already?”
A jolt of panic shook Harry into action. The day that Anastasia had invited him over, Lily had been out of the house, so he just never mentioned the trip to her at all. It was stupid on his part—he should have at least mentioned that he met her—but he’d been more concerned with ensuring that he never slipped up and hinted to the fact that he’d had sex with Anastasia.
“Yes,” Harry said as he stumbled forward awkwardly. “Err, the day you were out shopping for this trip, I received an owl inviting me over to Greengrass Manor.”
Thankfully, Anastasia jumped in then. “Narcissa had told me what a wonderful job he’d done for her garden, so I wished to meet him myself. I must say, he is quite impressive.”
“Yes he is!” Sirius cheered playfully from the background, obscuring the fake gagging sound Daphne made.
“Him and I spoke about potential career opportunities in the future, and I showed him several of the magical plants around our family’s greenhouse,” Anastasia continued.
“How could you not tell me about that?” Lily exclaimed as she turned to Harry with an excited expression on her face. “That’s amazing!”
Harry scratched the back of his head. “I guess I was just a little overwhelmed about the visit that day that I just forgot to mention it.”
Lily shook her head as a small smile came to her lips. “Just like your dad.”
Anastasia cleared her throat then. “These are my daughters: Daphne and Astoria.”
Both women said hello, but it was clear that neither of them were particularly interested in the group. Between Daphne’s hostility and Astoria’s apathy, Harry was just glad that the conversation wasn’t going to be dragged out longer than it needed to be.
After everyone replied in kind, Narcissa took Anastasia’s arm in hers. “Well, we just wanted to come over and greet the new guests of the island. Now that we know it’s our friends, what do you say we meet up on the beach tomorrow?” Narcissa suggested.
“That sounds lovely,” Lily replied, but a bit of trepidation crept into her tone. “But will your husband and son be alright with that?”
“I’ll ensure that they will be,” Narcissa assured her with a smile. “They won’t do anything to ruin our nice holiday.”
“Well, alright then,” Lily said a bit more confidently. “We’ll see you all tomorrow then.”
Narcissa and Anastasia waved their goodbyes and led the two girls back to their half of the island, leaving the group alone with their house-elf, Goldy, again.
“Your villas are waiting for you,” Goldy told everyone. “You’ll also see one larger building in the middle of them; think of it as a guest hall. It’s where you can sit down and have your meals or relax in a magically-cooled room if the warmth outside is getting to be too much for you. Of course, you’re also welcome to take any meals you’d like inside of your rooms as well.”
“Thank you, Goldy,” Remus said to the house-elf.
“I’ll leave you now to go pick out your villas for yourselves. If you need anything, you need only call my name,” Goldy said with a bow. “Supper will be ready in an hour, so please take your time unpacking and getting ready.”
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The villas were nicer than Harry had expected. Each one stood atop tall beams of wood that stuck out of the water and had plenty of privacy fences and palm trees around them to keep each one feeling like a private little getaway.
Harry had been content to let everyone pick whichever villa they wanted, which led to him getting one of the very last ones. His villa was at the very end of the bridges, as far away from the shore as possible. It stuck out like a prong at the north-west corner, and it sat directly opposite Hermione’s villa at the south-west corner. Luna and Emma were the next closest villas, followed by Pandora and Remus and Tonks’s. Closest to the shore sat Sirius and Lily’s villas.
The front door to his villa was surrounded by potted plants, which he was slightly disappointed to find were ones he was already familiar with. The door opened into a short corridor that led into a small sitting room, which was big enough for eight people. Then, there was an archway that led into the expansive bedroom. It had a massive bed, which looked even bigger than the king-sized one Harry had back at home, and a small sofa that stared out of the glass doors to a terrace overlooking the ocean. Another archway led into a well-decorated bathroom that had two sinks, a large tub, and a free-standing shower head along the wall beside an opaque glass door, which also led out onto the terrace.
The terrace stretched the length of the villa. It had several lounge chairs, another massive bed, and a small pool. The entire terrace was covered by a retractable, sheer canopy. There was no railing at the end of the terrace; instead, there was a set of stairs that led directly into the water. The water around the villa wasn’t particularly deep—Harry figured it might only go up to his chest—but it grew deeper the further out you swam.
Overall, it looked like the perfect place to relax. The salty ocean air mingled with the fresh flowers scattered around the villa.
Harry returned his trunks to their normal sizes and deposited them in the bedroom before he hopped onto his bed. It was incredibly soft and comfortable, and it didn’t take long before he realised that he was starting to doze off.
Some time later, there was a knock at his door.
Harry jolted back awake, feeling terribly disoriented in the new room. But when there was another knock at his door, his mind caught up with his body.
“Come in!” He called out as he wiped away the sleep from his eyes and got to his feet.
He passed through the archway into the sitting room, only to suddenly find himself showered in a spray of food.
“Fucking rugs,” Tonks cursed as she stumbled forward. She looked back up with a bright smile on her lips, only to freeze in embarrassment when she realised that all of the food on the plate she’d been carrying was suddenly covering Harry. “Err…”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Smooth,” he muttered as he trudged back to his room to grab his wand. He simply vanished the mess away before he returned to Tonks, who was now sitting down sheepishly, looking like a kid who’d been called to the Headmaster’s Office for some offence.
“Sorry about that,” Tonks said nervously. “I, uh, wasn’t exactly watching where my feet were going.”
“So, nothing’s changed since I last saw you then?” Harry joked.
Tonks laughed along, but it wasn’t her normal laugh. It felt a little strained, like someone was poking her side to tell her to laugh.
“Is everything alright?” Harry asked her concernedly.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Tonks answered. She shifted forward awkwardly in her chair and gestured to the seat opposite her. “Could you sit down with me for a minute? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
All of this nervous energy was raising Harry’s concern, but he knew he’d only get an answer if he went along with what she wanted. So, he sat down.
Tonks’s hair started to turn to a bright red, which then deepened in tone. She didn’t even seem to notice that she was doing it.
“Look, I don’t exactly know how to say this but…” Tonks huffed and took a deep breath before she blurted everything out. “Remus and I have been trying to get pregnant but we learnt that his lycanthropy won’t let that happen so we’ve been looking into getting a donor and we were wondering if you’d do it.”
Her words came out like a jumbled mess without a breath or a pause in between them, but Harry had enough experience with Tonks to pick up the gist of what she was saying.
Harry blinked. And again. And again.
“I’m sorry,” he said instinctively. “Did you just ask me to—”
“Yes,” Tonks interrupted him.
At this point, Harry knew he shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. With how many women had approached him over the past few weeks, anyone seemed likely to be the next one to suggest a physical relationship with him. But Tonks was a curveball. After all, she was married to Remus.
“You’re going to need to explain this a bit more to me,” Harry told Tonks as he pulled away from her a bit.
“Well, it’s like I said,'' Tonks shrugged. “Remus’s lycanthropy won’t let him produce sperm. The mediwizards and mediwitches at St Mungo’s said there are plenty of recorded cases of this happening, but it’s still uncommon; Remus was just one of the unlucky ones to have this affect him. We found out months ago, and we decided that even if he couldn’t be the biological father, we still wanted to have a child together.”
“So why not adopt?” Harry asked her.
“Because I might be the only one who can carry on the Black family name,” Tonks explained. “Unless Sirius fathered a bunch of bastards before his stint in Azkaban—which isn’t altogether unlikely given how he likes to get around—the only other people who could carry on the name are me, my mum, and Narcissa. Narcissa has the Malfoy family name attached to her now, and my mum’s too old to have any more kids, so I might be the only one left. Even if Remus and I did a blood-adoption ritual with a child that wasn’t biologically mine, Narcissa would still have a solid claim to the Black family’s riches.”
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. That all seemed logical enough. He wasn’t sure if Narcissa would try to lay a claim on the Black family’s fortune like that, but he supposed that he didn’t know her well enough to say for sure on the matter. “But why would you choose me to do this? I mean…”
There were a million ways to finish that sentence: he was too young to be a father, Remus was practically like an uncle to him, and would he be expected to be a part of the child’s life after this?
The words refused to come to his lips, but Tonks seemed prepared to assure any possible concerns he might have.
“We didn’t exactly have a long list,” Tonks admitted. “Both of us didn’t want Sirius to be involved, and neither of us were able to agree on anyone else we knew. You’re a good-looking, healthy guy, and both Remus and I trust you to not cause any issues for us if we go through with this. Our plan would be to have you get me pregnant, and after the baby’s born, Remus would undergo a blood-adoption ritual. It would change the baby slightly; they’d take on more of Remus’s traits and features than yours. We don’t expect you to be involved in the child’s life in any way other than being a wonderful uncle to them.”
This was a whole lot to take on all at once, and the feeling of being overwhelmed must have shown on his face.
“You don’t need to give us an answer today, Harry,” Tonks assured him sympathetically. “We just wanted to give you the offer before it was too late and you were going back to Hogwarts again. Please, take all the time you need and think this over.”
“I will,” he finally managed to speak again. “But, if I were to say yes… how would that happen?”
“Remus and I agreed that he’d either be out of the house or our bedroom that night,” Tonks explained. “We’d have a couple of hours to ourselves, and then you’d head home after. We’d try to make the most of that time together, obviously, and we’d do the same thing again for the next few nights. That would be our routine each month until I get pregnant.”
Harry nodded. Having it laid out so clearly from Tonks was making it a bit easier to swallow; it was clear that she and Remus had put a lot of thought into this plan. Now, it just came down to whether or not he’d do it.
To be frank, Harry knew that Tonks was a gorgeous witch. She was positively stunning, and he’d heard enough raunchy jokes from her over the years to know that she used her metamorphmagus powers to really emphasise the natural beauty of her body. He’d had a few fantasies about shagging her, but they were quite rare since she was in a loving, committed relationship with Remus. But now that this was being offered to him, he could feel his body leaping at the chance to shag her.
The only problem was the fact that he’d have a child with her. Sure, the blood-adoption ritual would make it so it wasn’t really his kid. From as far as he knew about the ritual, it would make it so that it was like he was the child’s uncle or maybe their distant cousin. Lily had explained it to him in muggle biology terms one time when he’d asked her about it. Essentially, Remus would be much closer to being the child’s father than Harry was, biologically speaking.
But that change in biology couldn’t undo the fact that the child would still be his in some respect. Even if Remus and Tonks were happy to take on the full responsibility of raising the child, Harry wasn’t sure if he’d have some emotional attachment to the child that would make it difficult for him to bear.
It would take more thought. He was still tired today, and he knew that a decision like this shouldn’t be made lightly.
“I’ll think about it,” Harry finally told Tonks.
“That’s all we’re asking… unless you agree, I mean,” Tonks chuckled. “Thanks for considering it, at least. I was half expecting to get laughed out of your room or to have you start humping my leg.”
“Really?” Harry snorted.
"Well, you haven’t exactly brought a girl home before for everyone to meet, so I didn’t know if you were still a virgin or not,” Tonks grinned playfully.
“I’m not,” Harry assured her before he could stop himself.
“Oh?” Tonks raised an eyebrow at him. “Who’s the lucky witch?”
Harry snapped his lips closed. He’d already said too much.
“Or is it witches?” Tonks winked at him. “Sirius must be so proud.”
“I haven’t mentioned anything about this to him either,” Harry said quickly. “So, please don’t tell anyone about this.”
He really didn’t want this getting back to his mum and then potentially running the risk of her finding out everyone he’d shagged over the summer.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” Tonks promised him as she got to her feet. “Though, I’ve gotta say, I’m glad you’re not a virgin. It’d make things between us more fun.”
She laughed as she headed for the door, and Harry just let himself sag bag into his chair with a long sigh.
What the hell was going to happen to him next?
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Zitronen tee
Soon to be a MILF maker. I feel like Austin Powers writing this.
jp9901
Man is a MILF hunter!
