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Auction ch.2
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 19:55:26 +0000 UTC"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Don't worry about it," Daphne straightens up, her cheeks tinged with excitement. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Tell Cissy to save some for me, okay? Now go get her."
Daphne gives him a thumbs up, turns, and leaves him bewildered on the balcony. It seems like she's trying to convey something important, but amidst the whirlwind of new experiences, he's too disoriented to decipher it.
He takes a deep breath of the fresh sea air, runs his hand through his hair, and heads back inside. The sounds of music and laughter grow louder, and he forces his nerves to calm down. Crowds have never been his strong suit, but it seems like this vacation is full of first-time experiences.
Harry Potter immediately spots Narcissa. She's engaged in a conversation with Bellatrix and Amelia. She looks at him and points the way.
With confidence, Harry approaches the trio of stunning women, feeling like he's venturing into the lair of three alluring dragons.
"Hello," he greets.
Before he fully comprehends what's happening, Bellatrix grabs him by the arms and plants three kisses on his cheeks, her bosom lightly brushing against his chest. Her scent carries a hint of cinnamon.
"So good to see you, Harry. You've grown up! I'll definitely bid more tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course. The auction lasts three days. You knew that, right? You're bidding every evening, darling."
"Yes, I knew that. Of course, I knew," Bellatrix steps back, and Harry notices a hint of jealousy on Narcissa's face. "We'll see," she says. "Maybe I'll outbid you again."
"Really? I thought you preferred variety," Bellatrix remarks.
If Narcissa's gaze could shoot daggers, Bellatrix would be bleeding from every pore right now. Cissy reaches out and leads Harry away from the other two women. Amelia tries to grab his hand, but Narcissa pulls him away.
"It's great to see you again!" Harry waves to Bellatrix and Amelia as he's gently led away.
"Jealous bitch," Cissy hisses.
"Did I miss something?" he asks.
"Oh, Harry. You're so innocent. Bellatrix just called me a whore. And that's coming from her, because I believe she... no. I won't stoop to her level." Narcissa closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "I don't want to waste my energy on her. I want to focus on you. Come, dance with me, darling."
"Alright, but I can't say I'm any good at it," he admits. They step onto the dance floor, and he timidly places his hand on Cissy's back.
"It's not about skill, Harry. It's about passion."
Cissy takes his hand and lowers it significantly, so much that his fingertips graze the curves of her shapely bottom. She wraps her arms around him, pressing her body closer to his.
As they sway to the rhythm, Narcissa nuzzles into his neck, and Harry's excitement immediately becomes as hard as a rock. There's no way she doesn't feel him pressing against her, but she doesn't pull away. If anything, the mature bombshell draws her body closer to his.
"What have you been up to all these years, Harry?"
"I don't know where to start."
"Just start somewhere, darling."
"I've been streaming myself playing video games. I wear a mask, of course, to remain anonymous. Mostly old games. I try to beat them as quickly as possible. It's called speedrunning."
Cissy nods thoughtfully. "And people watch that?"
"Oh, yes. Thousands. They donate quite a bit. I haven't even touched my inheritance."
"That doesn't surprise me. You're charming, Harry."
"I am?"
Cissy giggles. "Yes, you are. But you shouldn't let your father's legacy go to waste, Harry. You should use that money and put it to good use."
She looks up.
"Now you sound just like Daphne."
"She only wants what's best for you, Harry. Just like me." Narcissa points to a passing waiter and orders two glasses of champagne. They clink glasses, take a sip, and continue dancing.
"Tell me, Harry. Do you think I'm beautiful? Do I still have it?"
"Oh yes, damn well," he blurts out.
Cissy smiles and bites her lower lip. "Oh my, that was enthusiastic."
"Of course! You're one of the most beautiful women on the entire planet. Come on, you must know that," Narcissa shrugs. "I'm not as young as I used to be, darling."
"To me, you'll always be Cleopatra."
A wide smile spreads across her face. "Really?" His cheeks burn red, and warmth spreads to his ears. Cleopatra was Narcissa Malfoy's breakthrough role in MagicVoyage magazine shoots. Those perky breasts are etched into his mind. This particular moment was his sexual awakening. He must have savored that scene more than any other, and now he holds the real Narcissa Malfoy in his arms, with a hard cock pressed against his pants, and she flutters her lashes at him.
"But I'm afraid I don't look as good coming out of the pool anymore," she says.
"I'd still love to see it," he hears himself say, much to his surprise. This glass of champagne has really hit him hard. Cissy's eyes widen, and her lips curl into a smile. "Harry! I didn't know you had it in you." She playfully taps his chest. "Am I not too old for you?"
"Not at all," he says with a cheesy grin.
"Maybe you'll get a show later," she whispers in his ear. "I bought you for the night, remember? You're mine to do as I please..."
Cissy presses her body a little closer to his on the dance floor, and his hard cock is quite firmly pressed against her. He takes a breath.
"Men are often... intimidated by me, Harry, if you can imagine that. Tell me... are you different from most men? Because I think you are. You grew up with all these... expectations. Your father was stern, but only because he cared about you, Harry. I understand that in anger and resentment, you turned away from what's rightfully yours, but darling... it's time to take what's yours... you can have it all if you just find the strength within..."
Lost in the midst of the dancing crowd, just one couple among hundreds, no one pays them any attention. Despite the live band playing and the music and laughter all around them, it feels like they're in their own little world.
Cissy urges him to reclaim what's rightfully his. Her well-intentioned words touch old wounds. His father was rarely present, and when he was, it was through an unusual prism. Everything revolved around performance, progress, and success.
He distanced himself from it all as quickly as he could, but maybe Cissy is right. Perhaps it's time to seize what's rightfully his.
Her intoxicating scent envelops him, and every time he looks into her stunning azure-blue eyes, he pulses with need and desire.
To hell with it.
He's fantasized about this moment his whole life. Now, with Narcissa Malfoy in his arms, he won't let her slip away.
His hand slides further down Cissy's dress, grabbing a handful of her round ass.
"Like this?" he murmurs.
Cissy's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't pull away. Her lips part slightly, and her tongue peeks out.
"Daphne will kill me for this, but that little vixen will get her turn."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, Harry. Shut up and kiss me, you fool."
He certainly knows how to follow those instructions.
He leans in and kisses Narcissa Malfoy. She parts her lush lips, and their tongues intertwine. Time seems to stand still as they exchange a passionate kiss. She tugs at his lower lip, and her intoxicating scent fills his nostrils. When they finally part, her pale cheeks are flushed, and her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath.
"Oh my," she says. "I haven't been kissed like that in... well, we don't need to emphasize how much older I am than you. Come with me, Harry. I owe you a nightcap."
She takes his hand and leads him towards the VIP section on the ship. As they pass through the crowd, he notices a few people staring at them - Bellatrix Lestrange, who looks jealous, Amelia Malfoy, who smiles and waves.
Finally, just before they turn the last corner, Daphne catches his eye. To his surprise, his best friend gives him a thumbs-up and a kiss. She seems genuinely excited about his night with Cissy. Before he can ponder what that means, Narcissa pulls him around the corner, capturing all his attention.
Narcissa Malfoy leads him to her suite. The ship is massive, and he quickly loses his bearings. He doesn't even know which deck they're on! Narcissa finally stops at large doors and enters a code on the keypad. The doors open with a loud click.
"After you," she says, gesturing towards the door. "The view's incredible here, Harry."
Harry turns just in time to see Narcissa's dress fall to the floor. The famous model now stands before him in all her naked glory. His eyes widen as he gazes at her. Although Narcissa is no longer as young as she used to be, her hourglass figure is breathtaking.
Her breasts are round and full, with firm nipples. A tuft of blond hair adorns her intimate area. Her legs are long and shapely. She looks like a goddess, a sex goddess, standing before him in all her naked splendor.
"Come here," Cissy says, her voice husky. "You're making me wait, Harry."
Narcissa turns and confidently strides towards the bed, her shapely rear swaying seductively with each step. Harry remains rooted to the spot, utterly captivated by the beauty before him. His hard cock throbs inside his pants.
Narcissa turns to look at him. "Harry, please. Take off your clothes. Don't be shy."
Obedient to her command, he quickly removes his shirt and tosses it aside. Cissy's eyes roam over his body as she bites her lower lip. His pants drop to the floor, leaving him in just his boxers.
"Look at me, Harry," Cissy says in a sensual voice. "Take a good look at my body."
Harry approaches the bed, where Narcissa lies, presenting herself to him. He takes a deep breath as his gaze slowly traces her sensual, naked form, memorizing every inch of her soft flesh.
Reaching down to adjust his throbbing erection, Cissy beats him to it. She reaches out to stroke the bulge in his boxers.
"Now it's my turn to see you," she purrs. Cissy licks her lips, gradually pulling down his boxers. His erect cock springs free, causing her to gasp in anticipation.
"Oh my," she breathes as she squeezes her breast with one hand and wraps the other around his excitement. "You're so big, Harry."
She tightens her grip at the base of his shaft, eliciting a moan from him. A glistening droplet of liquid forms on the tip of his penis. Cissy sits up and extends her tongue, drawing him closer.
Harry inches closer to her until her luscious lips engulf his cock. He has to grasp the bed's headboard to steady himself as the passionate MILF sucks the large, purplish head of his cock into her eager mouth.
Her fingers dig into the skin of his buttocks as she takes him as far into her throat as she can. She withdraws, leaving a trail of saliva connecting his cock to her lips. Cissy looks up at him with a seductive smile.
"I needed this."
A wicked grin on her lips sends shivers down his spine. "Kiss me, Harry."
Narcissa Malfoy pulls him towards her. Her ample breasts press firmly against his chest, and her stiffened nipples tease his skin during the passionate kiss. His pulsating shaft presses against her abdomen.
"I desire you," Cissy breathes. "Please, ravish me."
"Not yet," Harry says, regaining his voice. "First, I want to taste you."
He kisses her neck and moves down to her soft, perfect breasts. Her firm nipples stand at attention, and he can't resist taking them into his mouth.
"Oh, Harry!" she moans. "Suck my tits, baby. Yes, just like that! Oh, I've wanted this for so long!"
He gently nibbles on her nipple, causing her to arch her hips in pleasure. She writhes beneath him as he swirls his tongue around her nipple. He moves on to the other nipple and treats it just as sensuously.
