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SD: CH22 - Infidelity
🕑 Added 2022-11-19 18:48:24 +0000 UTCThe moment we were inside Narcissa’s private lounge, Narcissa was on me. She hustled me, meeting my lips in a lust-filled, passionate kiss. Her hands were over me, her nails dragging down my chest and stomach as she clawed and tried to mount me. I wasn’t sure if this woman was just that repressed, or if she enjoyed being a whore, but I was going to rise to the occasion.
I used my superior size and strength to push off the door and grabbed her around the throat. Like this, she was super easy to guide where I wanted, so I guided her to the large mattress.
“Behave!” I asserted, casting a quick locking charm on the door.
Narcissa smiled and bit her lip. I wasn’t even squeezing her throat, simply holding her, but the act alone seemed to pacify her and leave a grin on her beautiful face. I pushed her down to the mattress, feeling her eyes on my crotch. Crouching, I grabbed a fistful of her long hair, pulled her to the edge of the mattress, tilted her head back to look down at her and she opened her mouth for me.
Oh yes. She was definitely my whore.
I slapped her cheek with my cock. Narcissa squealed in delight as my erection hit her and immediately brought her hands up to grab my shaft.
"No touching!" I slapped her hands away and jerked on her hair. She moaned but otherwise kept silent, nodding her head as she eyed my dick. I stroked my erection half a dozen times before placing the tip between her open, waiting lips. Her tongue immediately started flicking across my head and her lips formed a tight seal, as if she had never intended to let me go. She couldn’t do more than suck and lick at what I had given her, with me grabbing her hair tight. I had expected her to react back to the sheer indignity, but her hands went down to her folds, sticking her fingers in.
I slapped her in the face. Hard.
“I said, no touching.”
I had expected to see at least a little anger in her eyes, but she moaned and rolled her head back and began sucking my cock with greater enthusiasm. If it aroused her earlier, she was now literally dripping like a broken faucet.
Clearly, someone liked it rough.
I grabbed under her chin with my free hand and angled her head so she was looking up at me. I looked her in the eyes as I started rocking my hips, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Narcissa gagged as I felt my tip press against the back of her throat, so I pulled out—keeping the tip between her lips—and pushed myself deeper. I kept this up for about a minute, my thrusts getting quicker with each one and her gags becoming less prevalent. Then I pushed harder and felt the pressure around my cock increase drastically. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head and her mouth opened as wide as she could.
Damn. How sex-crazed was this woman?
I thrust harder this time—slipping into her throat more easily—and watched as my entire length vanished past her luscious lips. Her throat felt incredibly tight and flexed around the intrusion, but she held back her reflex. I pressed her nose into my pelvis for nearly a full minute, then pulled my entire length from her mouth. My cock sprang free—covered in her juices—and Narcissa gasped for air, a gasp that was quickly followed by a moan. She opened her mouth wide again.
“More!” she panted. “Do me more!”
Never one to want to keep a beautiful woman waiting, I hilted myself in her throat again, held her down for a few seconds before I started pumping my cock in and out of her mouth, my rock-hard erection sliding down her throat with ease now.
She made a wet gagging sound each time my cock bottomed out in her throat, which soaked my dick after only a few thrusts. Narcissa tapped my thigh, and I pulled out completely, letting her gasp for air. My cock was drenched now and I could see her lipstick was all but gone. Drool clung to her bottom lip and splattered her chin.
I admired the gorgeous woman for a moment. She looked so elegant and beautiful before, and now she looked how she wanted to be fucked, like a cheap whore.
And I hadn't even gotten started yet.
I slipped two fingers deep inside her and her pussy accepted my fingers easily. It was surprising how tight she was, given she was a woman in her early forties. She wasn’t as tight as Hermione or Ginny, but she was damn close. Her pussy made wet squelching sounds, only drowned out by her moans and squeals. She finally gave up not using her hands for anything and she clung to my arm, which was still holding a fistful of her hair. I could see her legs trembling, so I guessed she was simply using my arm to hold herself up. She wasn't heavy, so I had no trouble.
“Nnnnnghhh!” she groaned from clenched teeth as she came down to a guttural climax. Her long nails dug into the skin of my forearm and biceps, and her eyes rolled back into her head as her body spasmed. I kept my fingers in her pussy, working her through her orgasm until her body sagged and I released my hold on her hair and cunt, letting her fall back onto the mattress.
“Oh, fuck!” She craved, “Oh, fuck me! Make me your whore!”
“I bloody will,” I growled, looming over her as Narcissa lay on her back, legs spread and breathing heavily as her body shook in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her long legs looked incredibly soft, and the pale skin of her thighs was slick from her own juices. Her pussy quivered as her hips bucked against the fingers that were no longer inside her. I grabbed each of her legs in one hand—just above her ankles—and threw them over my shoulders, lowering my body to hers. I looked up at Narcissa and found her lips open, ready and wanting.
“Come on, Potter! Let this bitch feel that pretty mouth of yours right where she needs it!”
Cupping her firm rear, I darted my tongue into her honey pot, felt the gooey strand and flicked my tongue up, rolling it around, letting the creamy goodness soak into my taste buds.
“Mmm!” she moaned slowly, wanting more. Narcissa rolled her hips seductively, feeling my tongue into her dripping snatch. I slowly licked upwards, lapping up her sweat and seeping discharge, and grabbed her breasts with one hand and mauled them, coercing a moan out of her. Narcissa looked like she wanted to grab for my hair, but stayed to herself, following my order.
“Yes! That’s it. Just keep that tongue working nice and deep. Just like… Oh fuck! Yes, that’s so good!”
Narcissa closed her eyes in bliss. And that was when I acted.
“Cum!” I hissed in parseltongue.
Two things happened right then. The first was that Narcissa’s eyes bulged, and her legs gripped my head in a steel trap. The next was that she orgasmed right then, in an explosive squirt, her juices gushing out and splattering all over my face.
“FUCKKKK!” she exclaimed, “FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCK!”
I eagerly lapped up her fluids, fighting down the urge to smirk in triumph as Narcissa continued to ride her orgasm. Parseltongue, I had discovered, amplified whatever was cast using it by a factor, to the point of almost negating the need for wand movement, at least for simple spellcraft. I wasn’t exactly sure how or why, but every single word spoken using the tongue exerted an authority on the world, allowing a particular action to occur. The first time I had used it on Hermione, she had buckled and screamed out my name and came hard. She had nearly broken my neck when her thighs clamped around my head and begged me for more. Five times. That’s how many times I got her to cum that night. She had screamed like she was being murdered, and if not for the silencing wards, I’d probably have gotten inquiries.
“NNGH! MERLIN! DON’T YOU STOP! DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP UGH—”
I raised my mouth and smirked. “What do you think of my special technique?”
“Technique?” she bucked her hips again at my face. “That was, that was parseltongue.”
“Actually, I call it Pleasure Tongue. Did you enjoy it?”
“Enjoy?” Narcissa breathed, “Morgana! I felt like I’d die. Please, please, do it again.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“Please!” she requested. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, just… just do me again.”
And then the screen blinked in.
World Anchor–Narcissa Malfoy has gone up by 6%
Gained Affinities from World Anchor — Narcissa Malfoy
Charms +1%
Dark Arts +2%
Perk Accumulation Unavailable without +50% World Anchorage
This was getting hilarious. At this rate, she’d be right there with Hermione and Ginny, my willing cum-bucket, ready to do anything I fancied. And this seemed like the perfect place to test a few theories.
“Come on!” Narcissa pleaded, wiggling her hips and moving her arse in a circular motion. The resulting effect was absolutely enticing, and I couldn’t help myself. Without so much as a word, I thrust forward as hard as I could and slammed my entire length deep into Narcissa’s ready and wanton pussy, stretching and filling her completely.
“FUUUCK!” Narcissa screamed at the top of her lungs. The position wasn’t quite that easy with Narcissa, as it was with Hermione. I could push her further, but her large breasts and fuller figure just didn’t bend as well as Ginny or Hermione did. It was unfortunate, but I’d just have to make do with what I had. Pushing her over to lie on her stomach, I pushed deep into her repeatedly, my hips slapping against her arse. Her hands gripped the mattress for dear life while her feet remained spread out on either side, completely useless against me as I gripped her arsecheeks and kept thrusting into her as viciously as possible, without the slightest worry of whether I was moving too fast or pushing too deep. She might be Lucius Malfoy’s wife and Draco’s mum, but at the moment, she was my whore. And given the way her face was contorting with lewd noises and moans coming out of her mouth, she was enjoying the heck out of it.
“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! FUCK ME BABY! FUCK MY PUSSY GOOD! OHH!” Narcissa screamed as I continued my assault. I could only grunt and slap her arse over and over, sometimes grabbing her by the waist, doing my utmost to carve a cock-shaped hole into her pussy.
“What’s with your tight pussy?” I grunted between sharp breaths. Even though I slammed in and out of her smoothly, I just couldn't believe how tight she was, how her pussy gripped my dick like a vice, trying to milk it for more cum. “Don’t tell me Lucius has a tiny dick. Or are you just that much of a cum-slut?”
Narcissa just screamed again.
I picked up my pace and assaulted her folds harder and faster with every passing minute for what seemed like forever. Narcissa looked back to stare lustfully at me, and grabbed my arm with hers, raising herself slightly. That allowed me to push deeper.
“Come on Potter! Fuck me! Come on! Fuck me hard! OH I LOVE YOUR FUCKING COCK!” Narcissa exclaimed loudly as she continued thrusting her hips back and upward to meet my thrusts. There was no affection in this sex, just pure animal fucking.
Her dirty talk only spurred and turned me on, and I drove harder. The more she spoke, the harder I rammed my cock into her, and the harder I fucked her, the more she growled at me.
"OH FUCK BABY, YEAH! NAIL ME BABY! FUCK ME!! OHHHHHHHHHHHH! UGHHHH! Come on Potter! I shouldn’t be fucking a half-blood, but you’re a Black, so you better give me all your fucking seed! Oh, I’m so bad for letting a blood traitor half-blood fuck me like this! Ummm yeah! Oh! Oh fuck!”
It was at this point that I heard a noise on the other side of the door. Narcissa obviously heard it too, but when I was about to stop she spun and grabbed my waist with her legs, and growled at me.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” The aggression in her eyes was very real, and I didn’t doubt for a second that this insane cum-loving bigoted whore would not think twice before attacking me if I so much as I stopped drilling into her.
And then I heard it.
“Mother?”
I think I froze for a second. Not out of fright, but out of a sheer shock at the situation. There was no doubt who the voice was on the other side.
Draco Malfoy.
“Mother?” Draco called out again, tapping the door softly. “We’re getting late. Father will be home soon.”
The only thing separating Draco Malfoy and his utterly-shagged, nude mother was a single closed door reinforced with a common locking charm. One that any first-year could unlock with ease. All Draco needed was to undo the locking spell and open the door and he’d find his mother, the ravishing, elite pureblood wife Narcissa Malfoy, being fucked like a whore by the infamous half-blood Harry Potter. A single unlocking spell maintained the difference between Narcissa Malfoy and total disgrace. And then I heard Draco mutter something that sounded weirdly like—
“Ooof!” I grunted. Narcissa, the crazy bitch she was, took the initiative right then, and twisted her legs, forcing me to fall down on the mattress. Before I knew it, she had climbed all over me, her wet and sloshing cunt directly into my cock, as she sank down, covering my upper half with her voluptuous body and black and blonde hair.
And then, to my utter surprise, she put up a show.
“OOH FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG! SO FUCKING HOT! SO FUCKING GOOD! OHH FUCK ME BABY JUST KEEP FUCKING MEEE!”
I didn’t know if it was the idea of being seen by her own son as she fucked someone else’s cock that got her spurred into action, but whatever it was, she got a lot more animated. She circled her pussy lips around my cock, the sheer pressure sucking me in like some black hole as she kept screaming her lungs out. It sent wild lust surging in me, and I began pounding her all the harder.
“... sorry,” said Draco, no doubt looking at his mother in all her glory, even if it was just her supple back. No doubt he could see her heaving body moving up and down as I fucked her ruthlessly. I feared he’d throw a fit or maybe start attacking, but his next words surprised the heck out of me.
“... I see you are not done yet,” He said with a slight stammer. “I’ll… be there at Florean’s.”
And then Harry heard the door close, and the sound of Draco Malfoy’s footsteps leaving. I wondered how the little Malfoy would have reacted had he known it was Harry Potter, his self-proclaimed nemesis at school, that was boning his mum. That thought made me giddier and hornier and I thrusted faster and deeper into her. She flung her head from side to side and tightly shut her eyes. Her arms now flailed about, looking for anything to grab a hold of, her orgasm approaching rapidly with how her pussy kept clenching.
Then it happened.
“OH FUCKKKK!” She yelled, squeezing my dick so hard I feared she’d crush it as she came down from an earth-shattering orgasm. Lewd moans kept coming out of her mouth, her breathing now more laboured and her arms shaking to get up.
“That… was something, wasn’t it?” She asked with a smile.
I grinned back. “I thought Draco would have thrown a fit.”
The smile on her lips faded to a slight melancholy. “My son has many sides that I do not agree with, but at least there is one thing he does for me. He keeps my little secret.”
I frowned, unsure what to think of it. From my recent experience with Tracey, there was little doubt what services Narcissa enjoyed at Twilfitt & Tattings. And if Draco knew about her infidelity and kept it a secret, either he was no stranger to seeing her sleeping with strangers, or he sympathised with her lack of sex life. Or maybe he simply didn't care about it at all.
“What about Lucius?”
Narcissa gave me a condescending look. “You have a magnificent cock and you know how to use it, Potter. I’ll give you that much. But don’t think it will make me spill my family’s secrets to an outsider.”
“The same outsider who just fucked you silly?”
“You really flatter yourself.” She whispered huskily back, this time teasing me with her pussy twisting around my cock, moving in and out, sucking it into her hole. She arched her back and landed her breasts right above my chest, meeting my eyes. “I can walk away any moment. But tell me Potter, after having me, will other women satisfy you?"
“Big words from the cougar that has yet to make me cum! And don’t misunderstand! That cum from earlier? You were only reaping the benefits from Tracey’s work!”
My words had obviously hit a raw nerve as Narcissa glowered at me. It was like looking at an injured lioness, ready to pounce despite her wound. I had injured her pride, and for someone like her, it was perhaps the worst thing I could have done.
With a flash, her wand rushed into her palm, and she cast several high-level locking enchantments at the door. I was no expert, but if I recognized even half the spells right, you’d need a freaking tank to smash your way in. She flicked her wand again, and a vial of a clear-blue liquid soared into my hand.
“Potency potion,” she snarled. “Drink it!”
“You’re out of your bloody—”
“DRINK IT!”
I knew I was taking a colossal risk, but I went with it, anyway. Uncorking the vial, I drank the contents, feeling a surging warmth within me.
“Now then…” she said, a devilish smile on her face. “I believe we've got something to prove!”
