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Remus Lupin and School Full of Bitches (Ch.10 Narcissa Malfoy)
🕑 Added 2022-11-29 22:40:05 +0000 UTCHeadmistress stared at Remus from across her desk. Her furrowed eyebrows , her lips pursed in a tight line and a look of annoyance and anger in her eyes, all pointed out her rather displeased state of my mind.
Remus might not have been the most ‘respectful’ of female opinions, but even he wasn’t dense enough to miss the anger his lover was radiating. The fact that for once their meeting was taking place in her office, under the stern gazes of the past headmasters, and not somewhere more intimate said enough on its own.
Still, it was rather hard to concentrate on what Minnie was saying when she had such a delicious look on her face.
Remus’ cock throbbed in anticipation of those lips in a completely different position.
“Are you even listening to me?” Minerva hissed, her eyes flashing. “This is no joke, Lupin. Hogwarts could be in a lot of trouble for your philandering ways.”
So Minnie was not THAT angry if she used phrases like ‘philandering ways’ rather than stronger expressions. Still, perhaps it was best to pay a little attention.
“What am I being accused of this time?” Remus drawled. “Let me guess, someone leaked to the Ministry that I am a werewolf?”
Minerva rubbed the sides of her head.
“No, that would have been much more manageable.” Headmistress level a pointed look at Remus. “I would have just fired you and claimed ignorance if that were the case. I may still have to, depending on how the meeting with Lady Malfoy goes.”
Remus frowned. He knew Narcissa Malfoy, well, he knew of her. Hard not to when he was having sex with her daughter. She was in her seventh year by the time Remus started his first, so he had only vague memories of a tall statuesque blonde hanging on Malfoy ponce’s arm.
Why would Narcissa have a meeting with Minerva? There weren’t many reasons, even less that could concern him…
“Ms, Malfoy is pregnant, isn’t she?” Remus guessed.
Nice. Amalthea wasn’t the first pureblood woman Remus knocked up and she wouldn’t be the last to have her belly grow heavy with one or two of his cubs. Then again, Remus had never bred a heiress so high born and rich and with a living breathing and likely very embarrassed and angry father still living.
Something of his excitement must have been clear to see on his face, because suddenly a crotchety voice yelled:
“Wipe that smirk off your face you beast! How dare you defile a pureblood of good standing you m-- .”
Minerva flicked her wand and with a swirl of magic barely perceptible even to Remus’ finely honed senses, all the portraits in the office were turned around, firmly silenced and deafened.
“His bigotry aside, Nigelus is right. “ Minerva said. “If we don’t handle Narcissa correctly, this could be a huge scandal for Hogwarts. And for the two of us.”
Remus wanted to make a joke about ‘handling Narcissa’ but the warning look on Minnie’s face stopped him. Just barely.
“One thing I still don’t understand about this whole mess, is why Narcissa needs ‘handling’? Isn’t Lucius the one of the Hogwarts’ Board of Directors? I’d have thought he would already be storming the castle with an army of aurors and lawyers alongside him.”
Something like a smile tugged on the corners of Minerva’s lips.
“Fortunately for us, after last year's fiasco, the rest of the board firmly asked Lucius to cede his seat to his wife.” Minerva patiently ignored Remus’ cheer. “Malfoys want the matter handled with discretion. Lady Malfoy will be arriving tomorrow to speak with us and to convince her daughter to abort the pregnancy.”
Minerva’s last words touched on something Remus never knew he had. Paternal instincts were easy to ignore when all your offspring were born in fairly good environments. But now that the life of his baby was in danger….
Primal instincts that were as old as life itself were augmented by his werewolf curse, likewise interested in spreading its influence far and wide.
If before today Narcissa Malfoy was just a stranger to Remus and free to live her life as she wished, then now she became the number one prey for the most skilled woman hunter of all British Isles.
Remus gave Minerva what he hoped was a reassuring smile, but which likely showed too many teeth.
“Don’t worry Minnie. Let me deal with Narcissa.”
After all, nothing would make Narcissa more compassionate and understanding towards her daughter’s situation, than having a litter of her own in her womb.
Remus could not wait.
XxXxX
Narcissa was still furious by the time she arrived at Hogwarts. Almost a day to deliberate and calm herself down did nothing to help.
At first, when the news reached her husband and her, Narcissa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her darling daughter, the pride and joy of her life and, let’s be honest, the only good thing to come out of her marriage with Malfoy, knocked up like some Knockturne trollop?
It was possible. Or at least it should have been. Alas, all her doubts and hopes were dashed against the merciless rocks of reality.
When they contacted Amalthea through the floo network, her worst fears had been confirmed.
There was only one option for Amalthea now, if Narcissa and Lucius had any say. They were going to pull her out of Hogwarts, have that damnable pregnasty aborted and then promptly transfer Amalthea to Durmstrang where they weren’t going to be any filth studying, much less teaching.
There was just one little problem with that nice simple plan. Amalthea herself. She refused to even listen about any such action and remained determined to stay at Hogwarts and carry that teacher’s damned spawn to term!
Narcissa pleaded. Lucius threatened. In the end nothing helped convince their once so obedient daughter. It’s not like they could force Amalthea to do anything. She was an adult now.
There was still, of course, expelling her from the family. But that was a measure of last resort. Narcissa had no intention of losing her daughter. And if she had to crush one measly teacher to do it, Narcissa would do it with a smile on her face.
Narcissa frowned, thinking of the man she was about to confront. Though nowhere near as infamous as Potter and Black, Remus Lupin was not merely an upjumped commoner.
A hint of warmth reddened Narcissa’s cheeks as she remembered some of the hearsay circling around the Hogwarts’ Professor. There was little stock to them, Narcissa was certain and yet even the most lurid of rumours had a seed of truth to them.
“And what a seed it must be….” A stray thought raced through Narcissa's mind.
Narcissa froze in the hallway, shocked at first but then quickly growing annoyed at herself.
“Keep it together, Cissy.” She thought. “You are here to rescue your daughter from the paws of some dirty scoundrel, not lament your love life.”
With a resolute look on her face, Lady Malfoy approached the gargoyles guarding the Headmaster's office.
XxXxX
Narcissa Malfoy was one stunning woman, Remus had to admit that.
Tall and with a kind of hourglass build that he knew was impossible to fake with spells or potions, Lady Malfoy had a presence about her. The kind of aura Amelia Bones might have had if she confronted him fresh and not after marinating in his musk.
She was more than just a grown up version of Amalthea. Unlike her daughter, Narcissa’s beauty was refined by adulthood, from her platinum blonde hair arranged in a most fashionable cut of the wizarding world, to her robes that complimented her figure without stepping an inch out of bounds of propriety and that must have cost more than what Remus earned in a year. There was no trace of teenager awkwardness to Lady Malfoy.
She was all woman.
Well, except for one thing.
One area where Amalthea had her mother beat.
Not for long though, if Remus had anything to say about it.
Perhaps he was too much of a savage caveman, or, as some of his women liked to refer to him with varying degrees of fondness and exasperation - horny werewolf mutt. He just didn’t think a woman was quite complete until she was well and truly bred.
Knocked up.
Her belly gravid with one of Remus’ kids.
His cock straining against the fabric, Remus had to stop himself from licking his lips. It wouldn’t do to spook his prey.
“Where’s the Headmistress?” Narcissa asked, her eyebrow raised and her arms crossed beneath her bosom.
Remus sat down on Minnie’s table, his legs just wide enough to make his bulge apparent. The woman’s eyes darted down to his crotch for just a second before returning to glare daggers at Remus.
“Minerva is quite busy, I am afraid.” Remus smirked. “Don’t worry, I am more than capable of entertaining you until she arrives. This is why you came, didn’t you?”
“Entertaining?” Narcissa hissed in outrage. “I want nothing from filth like you!”
Remus saw her struggle with her words. He could just imagine the deluge of insults rushing to get out.
Alas, with a deep breath that did ‘interesting’ things to her chest, Narcissa squashed her outrage. The mask of icy calm was back on her face.
“I will find the Headmistress myself.” Narcissa turned around on her hills, ready to storm off, only to find the door firmly closed. “What is the meaning of this?”
Remus shrugged.
“Maybe a charm has gone faulty. Who knows. Minnie is a smart girl, but Dumbledore she is not.” He gave Lady Malfoy his most lascivious smile and with one quick tug, liberated his throbbing cock from the confines of his clothes.
“Glgkh.” Narcissa choked on her insults as she beheld Remus’ manhood.
This was the most crucial part. Right now, anything could happen. She could fire a spell, summon her house elf. Merlin, she could try to blast her way out of the office.
None of that happened.
Lady Malfoy just stayed there, frozen. Her eyes were bound to the sight of his cock, following its every little twitch and throb.
Perfect.
Hook, line and sinker.
XxXxX
Distantly, Narcissa became aware of the fact that she was drooling. There was no helping it. All of her conscious mental capacity was occupied with that…that thing swinging between the bastard’s legs.
It was beastly.
It was indecent.
It was fucking magnificent.
Narcissa was not a virgin. When she was married to Lucius, she did her duty. Siring Amalthea took quite a few attempts afterall.
That is not to say that Narcissa was especially worldly when it came to sex either. Once Lucius had his heiress, Narcissa’s bed no longer interested him. That was not so strange - plenty of pureblood couples kept to themselves after siring a satisfactory number of children.
Perhaps, were Lucius a lesser man, Narcissa could have found a lover or a dozen to keep her warm during cold nights. However Lucius was far too influential, far too rich and far too invested in politics of the wizarding world to allow any chance of scandal.
He did, afterall, position Malfoy family as the bastion of traditional propriety amid the flood of queer customs brought by the mudbloods.
Thus, Narcissa was completely unprepared to the missile of masculine virility being paraded right before her eyes.
“You really should come closer if you want to get a better feel for it.” Came the bastard’s mocking voice.
Narcissa swallowed, feeling her face burning with….what? Lust or embarrassment, right now she really didn’t know.
“As if I would want to be anywhere near y…you.” Narcissa cursed her stutter in the back of her mind, feeling the blush growing. “You may have been able to take advantage of my daughter, but you’ll find me far from an easy target.”
The bastard had the gall to roll his eyes.
“Guess we’ll have to see about that.”
XxXxX
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK ME HARDER you bastard!” Narcissa screamed, her shout mixing and mingling with a lustful moan. “Damn you, mutt.”
Remus rolled his eyes. The pureblood lady turned out to be a pathetically easy nut to crack. She might have come in full of bluster and pride, but ten seconds with his cock throbbing right in front of her face and the bitch was tearing off her own clothes in a hurry to get her holes wrecked.
Remus, naturally, obliged the lady.
He was gentlemanly like that.
After thoroughly lubricating his cock inside of Cissy’s tight throat, Remus had pushed the haughty slut down on all fours with her face in the direction of the entrance. He hadn’t even needed to apply any lubrication spells to the slut’s cunt - she was already dripping by the time Remus used his fingers to check.
Remus was sure Lucius couldn’t be much in the sack, but leaving one’s own wife THIS pent up was honestly pretty impressive. Well, Lucius’ loss was Remus’ gain.
He sheathed his cock in her tight barely broken in pussy in one fell swoop. Cissy’s cunt walls had immediately started trying to milk a dose of his hot cum. Lady Malfoy may not have been experienced when it came to sex, but she clearly had the body of a top rate slut.
She just needed a little ‘education’.
“Tighten up your cunt!” Remus instructed with a motivational slap on her ass along the way. “Giving birth to a kid is no excuse to be loose like a Knockturn Alley whore.”
Narcissa moaned, delighted by pain and humiliation.
“I am sorry, sir.” She wailed, far too happy to push her hips to meet Remus’ thrusts to be as despairing as she sounded. “I’ll try to do better.”
To her credit, she did. Remus felt her cunt walls squeezing him tighter and tighter, trying to keep him inside of her for as long as she could.
“That’s better!” Remus laughed and pinched Cissy’s ass, enjoying the way a prickle of pain made the budding masochist twitch and moan. “Your daughter will soon be here. Wouldn’t want you to be a bad role model for your own darling heiress, now would we?”
Remus laughed when he saw Narcissa trying to hide her face in the crook of her elbow, as if shielding fucked silly expression on her face from Amalthea would make it somehow less obvious that she was as much of a slut for his werewolf cock as her daughter.
Suddenly, a faint sound of grinding stone alerted Remus.
There was no hiding the wolfish grin on his face.
He grabbed Cissy by her long blonde hair and pulled, making the bitch arch her back. Now there was no hiding the whorish expression on her face, or the sight of his cock plundering her cunt.
With his free hand Remus grabbed one of Cissy’s tits and squeezed, relishing its size. Soon enough her tits were going to be even bigger and dripping with milk.
Perfect for raising his young.
XxXxX
Narcissa Malfoy was a slut, the lady in question came to realise. When the doorknob turned and she saw her darling Amalthea step into the Headmaster’s office, there were any number of ways she could have reacted.
Any number of ways to preserve what little dignity and pride in her pureblood heritage that Narcissa still had.
Instead she came.
When her daughter saw Narcissa for the whore she turned out to be an incredible wave of ecstasy rushed through her. From the roots of her hairs to the tips of her toes, her body tingled with shameful pleasure of being seen for what she truly was.
All her life Narcissa had to wear masks and strive to fit the image those she thought worthy expected of her.
No longer.
The instant her darling master’s cock pushed past the gates of her womb….The moment Amalthea’s eyes widened with realisation…..The very second the enormity of what Narcissa had done hit her…..Narcissa orgasmed like a filthy little slut her master revealed her to be.
Her world grew white as pleasure overwhelmed her nervous system…and not long after her womb was painted white too.
Lupin’s seed flooded her helpless womb, Its heat and magical potency leaving no doubts in Narcissa’s mind.
She was well and truly bred.
Tears of happiness started falling from her eyes. She had wanted more children and now her wish had come true.
But…but what would her firstborn have to say about this?
Even as myriad scenarios played out before Cissy’s mind’s eye, Amalthea gripped her chin gently and made Cissy look her daughter in the eyes.
“We are going to have so much fun together!” Amalthea said gleefully.
Relief robbed Narcissa of what little strength she still had. No longer supported by Remus’ grip on her hair, the poor woman collapsed into her daughter’s waiting arms, who was all too happy to nuzzle her own mother’s fine tits.
XxXxX
Remus watched the touching family scene, but his mind was far from it. Now that he had Cissy in his ‘stable’ there were a couple of options to choose from.
It was tempting to go for the full ‘Black Sisters’ set. Convincing Andromeda shouldn’t be too hard and now Bellatrix was out of Azkaban and within his reach for the first time in almost two decades….
Then again, the prospect of fucking Lucius Malfoy’s own wife and daughter right in front of him appealed to Remus greatly…..
Truly, he was spoiled for choice.
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