Narcissa Malfoy checked herself in the mirror for the last time, smearing a glossy pink lipstick on her pouting lips to emphasize their peachy lusciousness. Her usually flowing blonde hair was now put into Dutch braids, not a single stray hair falling out of the tightly packed buns, highlighting her sharp aristocratic features and her blue eyes into prominence with minimal make-up. Not that she needs any…
Perfect.
Giving her mirror self a flying kiss, the gorgeous blonde woman sauntered out of her bedroom, having made her future husband waiting for her long enough.
Let's see how he rejects this.
Her small heeled feet clacking on the polished marble of her deceased husband's lascivious manor, gait perfected by hundreds of hours of rigorous pureblood posture training by the Blacks, the Malfoy matriarch looked less like a mother of a teenage son and more like a cougar hunting for fresh meat.
Trying to make as little noise as possible, Narcissa tiptoed the last few stairs, ears peeled for any movement from the young Potter.
Maybe he is still standing by the floo…
Now aware of her final destination, the blonde mother crossed the last few meters to the Malfoy visiting hall, lips quirking to see the young man staring at the lady of the lake's portrait in fascination.
"Harry!"
Lily's son spun around in alarm at her voice, cheeks reddening at being caught ogling a half-naked portrait, no doubt.
His mouth opened for a second before snapping shut, eyes slowly spanning over her whole figure, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Shh—"
Narcissa raised an eyebrow, suppressing her smirk at the stupid animalistic sound that floated toward her along with the loud gulp of thirst—like a disoriented traveler's first glimpse of an oasis after a long tortuous journey across the Sahara.
I guess it couldn't be helped…
Narcissa cocked her hips to the side. Not that she really needed to do that; standing there with skin-tight black unitard practically molding itself around her form like a second skin, bulging around her large breasts with the open upper half exposing a large pushed-together cleavage with the thin shoulder straps struggling to contain her mammaries weight—her tiny belly flaring into a childbearing hip with the soft material of the unitard framing her barely touched pussy lips tightly, creating an enticing camel-toe. Not to mention her toned thighs and mile-long legs highlighted by the fabric which ends at her calf.
The Malfoy matriarch would have been more surprised if a teenage boy didn't lose his breath at her sight.
Narcissa sauntered toward the struck dumb teenager, crossing the few meters silently, before holding onto Harry's now open jaw and pushing it close, internally happy to see a bit of drool dribbling from his previously open mouth.
"Aunt Cissa—"
"No need to be nervous, dear. You would do fine." Narcissa deliberately feigned ignorance at the lustful looks sent her way, turning around and marching toward the main hall, sashaying her hips like a runaway model.
"Now, hurry up, love. We would be sweating together in the Malfoy ballroom. With an intense workout." The blonde seductress purred, beckoning the Potter heir with her hand.
Harry rushed behind his friend's mother, following two bulging asscheeks wrapped in a black fabric with frightening intensity.
Crossing a couple of corridors, the clicking of her heels hypnotizing him just like a siren's song, Harry Potter followed the scheming lady Malfoy just like a moth follows a burning flare, uncaring of its upcoming demise.
The Potter heir entered the enormous ballroom behind the manor's hostess, eyes never leaving his guide's posterior for a single second before a loud cacophony of different voices broke his trance quite rudely.
Harry Potter looked toward Narcissa, eyes wide in alarm, before a wave of her wand completely silenced the room.
"Don't worry about that, Harry. Just ignore it." Narcissa waved her left hand dismissively, as if swatting an annoying fly. "The new decorative pieces aside, don't you think this would be the perfect place for us to get to know each other intimately…. while dancing, of course?"
Harry Potter blushed bright red, mental faculties now out of high clouds; the impromptu innuendo made him avert his eyes from the confident blonde's form.
Spanning his vision across the large space of polished marble and colorful granite woven together artistically some centuries ago by Draco's bragging estimate; Harry gave an impressed whistle at the huge chandelier hanging resplendently with their dozens and dozens of everlasting candles, burning brightly along with the small intricately designed lamps of different hues spaced apart at certain intervals along the walls casting an enchanting mood across the whole of the huge hall. A grand piano resting at the left side of the room did stump him a bit about its purpose in the dancing space, but Harry just shook his head, not willing to dig deep into the Malfoy family's eccentricities.
"So, let's start. Shall we?"
The young man stared at the stretching form of Narcissa Malfoy nervously, hoping against hope that his non-existing dancing skill would not make him a laughing matter in the eyes of the gorgeous woman.
***
Left…
Centre…
Right…
Harry intensely focused on the steps that he was performing, eyes downcast, watching his feet carefully to avoid stepping on his partner's; barely touching the soft fabric of that provocative black garment above her waist, his large hand holding onto the softest skin of her manicured left hand.
The small two-inch heels of lady Malfoy's put those impossible kissable lips directly at his eye line, making him almost stumble the one time he gathered enough courage to look at his friend's mom's beautiful face.
"You know, Harry, your partner would feel like the ugliest woman in the world if you would prefer to watch your own feet than her face." Narcissa's small giggle made the young wizard bright red.
"I…. Uhm—"
Harry stopped his stuttering, looking up finally to see two sea-blue eyes looking at him with an undecipherable expression; glancing at her slightly open moist looking lips, Harry quickly looked down, unfortunately, at the pale white milky cleavage thrust upward by the tight fabric.
The young man's eyes widened. The small distance between them enabled him to see two tiny protrusions distending the fabric at the middle of the round bulges on her chest, the overhead chandelier's light casting shadows below the mountainous breasts.
Oh no…
The tight track pants that Narcissa had transfigured his baggy trousers into twitched near his knees, slowly the fabric started stretching outward as if a twitching snake had just broken its slumber, fighting to get out of the clothed prison to breathe fresh oxygen.
Harry Potter slouched down, widening his knees and taking some involuntary steps back to make the rapidly inflating bulge look more modest, which inevitably turned into an impossibility with his endowment.
His shuffling backward however displeased the Malfoy matriarch who seemed adamant to make the young wizard as uncomfortable as possible — closing the distance between them and literally shoving her perky breasts into Harry's wiry muscled chest, Narcissa took hold of the slightly smaller wizard in a bear hug, her previous loose grip of left hand now as tight as a boa constrictor's coil.
The blood flowing in his body followed gravity's inclination, the semi-hard chub stiffened to its monstrous size rapidly, a loud tearing sound filled the room, and with a dull thwack a thick fleshy appendage slammed between the lady Malfoy's slightly spread legs, right into her sensitive camel toe.
Harry Potter closed his eyes in dread, expecting a tight slap from a feminine hand.
Narcissa crowed mentally, her plan finally succeeding. Before starting the practice, she had almost forced Harry to have a wardrobe change, transfiguring his loose t-shirt into a tighter one and the baggy trousers into tight black track pants. Well, that's what Harry thought all she had done, but the conniving woman had also completely destabilized the structural integrity of the fiber so that a small enough pull would tear the fabric easily.
Yes! Come to momma, you freaking beast!
"Oh my! I didn't know you are carrying your broom inside your pants, Harry!" Narcissa exclaimed, slowly gyrating her body, causing the now freed cock to drag across her pussy to her belly button, wetting the fabric there with the already leaking pre-cum and Narcissa's own cuntjuices.
Harry opened his left eye slightly, the fear of getting cursed for perversion still palpating his heart, but the stimulation of the soft fabric on the upper third of his cock forced his hips to thrust a bit to prolong the pleasure.
"Aunt Cissa?" Harry moaned almost pathetically, still not sure of his fate.
"Hush now Harry! It seems you have become too aroused to continue our practice. I just have to make sure that your focus remains unwavering." Narcissa stated, head shaking in sympathy, like she had not planned for the whole situation from the very beginning. "I just hope you don't mind little old me helping you relieve this tension in your loins."
Harry Potter finally opened both of his eyes, questioning his sanity and wondering if Draco's mother really meant that…
Well, the doubt vanished immediately when lady Malfoy put her right hand on the twitching angry shaft, her left hand disengaging from his mittens, on its journey to help its twin.
'Fuck it, if I get cursed then so be it.' Harry Potter, with that vicious thought, dragged the gorgeous mother down by her hair, smashing his lips against hers with a noisy smooch.
Narcissa's pupils dilated at the sudden initiation of the timid boy, both hands now mapping every inch of that fleshy organ that her awkward position allowed her.
The hall that usually buzzes with the chatter of the upper echelon of the wizarding society now resonated with the wet lips smacking of an amorous couple and the wet schlicking sound of the motion of hands over an enormous dick.
Narcissa probed her tongue on the rough lips of Lily's son, wanting permission to enter the young wizard's mouth which was readily given, both the horny older woman and a lustful young man almost knocking teeth in their eagerness to map each other's mouth and swap saliva.
Harry Potter let out a moan of pleasure, to get a handjob from the woman whom almost all the boys of Hogwarts jerk themselves raw fantasizing, as well as suck that delicious looking tongue of the lady Malfoy turned on the young wizard something fierce, his purplish dickhead releasing slippery pre-cum in abundance, making the work easier for the panting woman.
Narcissa Malfoy let out a disappointed whine when the passionate lips of Harry left her which transformed into a loud gasp as she felt him start sucking her pulse point, the blue vein running across her collarbone bearing the brunt of his furious teeth and tongue's assault.
"Not so hard, baby! You will leave a mark!" Narcissa whimpered, not wanting to explain to her friends yet, about a bite mark on her neck, though a small part of her mind argued against it, wanting to be marked and owned by her future husband.
Harry reluctantly stopped his nipping, not having any intention of angering the woman, and losing his chance for something more.
Narcissa abruptly halted her ministration on her partner's dick, eyes closing while her head turning upward and a loud screech escaping her lips.
"Hnnggg…. bastard!"
Harry smirked, even though she had stopped him from being too rough on places visible above her clothes, she had not put any restrictions on places which are always covered, so the devious wizard had straight up focused his assault on the distended nips of her left tit, biting it harshly over her unitard.
Harry Potter took hold of the black stretchy fabric with both hands at the middle of two round breasts and with a forceful tug tore enough of the material so both of the pale perfect breasts with their perfect pink nipples juddered free, squashed together by the surrounding fabric, making the unusually perky breasts create an incredible amount of tight cleavage.
"You pervert! That was expensive…."
Narcissa Malfoy moaned, having trouble comprehending how the usually shy young wizard had learned to do this kind of thing completely unaware that one of her friends had already taken the Potter broom for a ride.
Her nipples were always ultra-sensitive, sending electric currents of ecstasy all along her body at the slightest touch, so the furious onslaught of Harry's hands and fingers as well as lips and teeth were too much for the horny woman.
No! I can't let him take control like that.
She gathered enough willpower to push the still-sucking Harry's face away from her tits, making him stumble slightly.
Harry Potter cursed himself for losing control like that.
There goes his golden opportunity of fulfilling every British wizard's dream.
Not that anybody can truly fault him for losing control at the sight of lady Malfoy's naked breast. Yeah, he might have seen an even larger pair of Molly's for the last few days, but… but Narcissa's round pale half-moons are in a league of its own. Giving gravity the middle finger despite their gigantic size, not to mention the absence of any stretch marks or veins on the huge fatty goodness.
He practically grew up watching her mother's friends, the most beautiful and desirable witches in the entire country; so after puberty he had no shortage of inspiration for his nightly self-appreciation—From being smothered into aunt Molly's gigantic breasts during her regular patented hugs, to feel the large jugs of his godmother's every time she would plant a wet kiss on his cheeks right after a tight embrace; there was barely a night that he had not spent tugging his cock with red face, improper thoughts of his aunt figures causing him embarrassment.
The wild, curvy Bellatrix Black also featured regularly, especially after her son's shenanigans this year, but the woman who had invaded his thoughts constantly for the last few years was none other than the gorgeous yet distant Narcissa Malfoy.
Harry stared at the flushed and panting face of the blonde mother.
And that's exactly where Draco's mother has every one of her friends beat handily. (Except your own mother—a dark voice reminded him, which he ignored with practiced prejudice).
While Molly Weasley could model for the playwizard magazine and become the wanking fantasy of every teenage wizard across the British Isles, Narcissa's Malfoy's beauty makes her ethereal, untouchable as if a mere wizarding camera couldn't ever hope to capture the nature's perfect attempt to create a witch of absolute symmetry. While you would want to have Molly Weasley as a side piece, sating every perverse desire of your heart on that lewd body, Narcissa Malfoy would demand your obedience, a near constant desire of enjoying her grace, the unending longing to worship every inch of her pale glowing skin.
Oh, how much he desired a closer bond with her…
So, getting a letter from her was almost a dream come true.
'One evening of missed sex!' Harry snorted in his mind. 'He could sacrifice even a dozen evenings of sex for Draco's mom.'
He was about to apologize for being too demanding when the eager lips of Narcissa clashed with his taking his breath away; he tentatively put his hands on her breasts again, slowly kneading them like a flour dough.
"Don't think for a second that you can take charge of your beautiful aunt here. After all, I am the teacher here and you would be following my instructions. Alright baby?"
The Potter heir nodded his head frantically, willing to follow any demand from Draco's gorgeous mom so that their practice could continue.
What exactly was he practicing, again?
Narcissa smirked at the eager compliance, taking hold of that overlarge organ again—the Malfoy matriarch dragged the young man to the grand piano situated at the side of the hall, all her cunning plans slowly coming to fruition.
Narcissa let go of that hard, fat dick regretfully before climbing over the large instrument, plopping her fit and toned butt on the gleaming black and white keys causing an off-key loud tune to blast around the empty hall, making both of the horny couple to grimace a bit.
Leaning back at the black polished wooden frame, her legs dangling uselessly, the blonde mother just for a second thought of abandoning her current plan and drag Harry to her bedroom but the sight of the opposite wall strengthened her resolve, some horrible sounds not enough of deterrence for the determined woman.
"Come here, love." Narcissa beckoned the wizard, standing a few feet away, his dick pointing in her direction.
Harry crossed the few feet separating them, shuffling until the wooden underside hit his knees. His veiny cock slapped over the fabric of the unitard, the angry cockhead reaching way above the panting woman's navel.
Narcissa's breath hitched, an itching sensation developing in her extremely fertile ovaries, a fearful fascination gripping her heart at the thought of such thorough deep penetration. Clearing her throat, the lady of the house intoned, voice wavering slightly, "Harry, if you can damage this old instrument somehow with your thrusts, then… then you can have me any time you wish throughout this summer."
The Potter heir could hardly believe his luck. Just a fortnight ago, he was moping alone in his house about his friends' treachery of snatching his prospective girlfriends from right under his nose. And in just a few days, he not only lost his virginity with the help of the deliciously curvy Weasley matriarch, but now the blonde bombshell Narcissa Malfoy was giving him permission to basically own her body for the entire summer. Unfortunately, the greedy teen was not just satisfied with the offer.
"Anywhere!"
Narcissa looked at the flushed visage of the looming wizard quizzically, not comprehending his intention.
"What?"
"I could fuck you anywhere I like." Harry challenged, a calculating gleam in his eyes as he slowly see-sawed his dick above her camel-toe. "Even in front of… Draco, if I fancy it."
A loud gasp escaped the blonde's mouth, the sheer audacity of the wizard whom she had previously thought of as a wallflower poured acidic lust into her veins, the skin tight fabric burning hotly at her delicate skin.
Just as she opened her mouth for a loud rebuke, Harry took his opportunity, pushing the flared head of his dick inside her camel-toe, forcing the stretchy, soft fabric inside her pussy-canal.
"What are you doinggg..."
Narcissa's panicked voice turned into a loud shout as the wizard took out the cock-head outside before shoving an extra few inches, testing the elasticity of the unitard's fabric.
"Nnnggghhhh! Stop that!"
Harry Potter did the exact opposite, pulling his dick out before shoving it with even more force, pushing almost one-third of his massive thickness inside, fucking the gorgeous blonde through the veil of a cloth just like the ancient Pharaohs of Egypt.
"Oh, Merlin!"
Narcissa's eyes rolled inside the socket. Her angry denials only seemed to spurn the Potter heir more, lengthening his strokes and ferocity of thrusts like he planned to fuck her womb with the separation present.
Harry Potter would probably have been capable of that—unfortunately, lady Malfoy in her effort to seduce the young wizard had specifically requested the muggle shop attendant to bring the enticing apparel a few sizes too short for her voluptuous physique, testing the pricy, stretchable fabric from the moment she had put that on. The ferocious thrusts of the aroused wizard with almost half of his monstrous appendage shoved the already absolutely wet and stretched too thin garment past their limit. With a loud 'phrrp' the unitard bowed down before the unmatched masculinity of the young wizard, tearing and contracting from the Malfoy mother's pussy, giving clear unimpeded access for the angry wizard-cock.
Harry Potter stopped his thrusts immediately, feeling the vice like hot and wet love canal of the gorgeous woman, only the flared head resting inside the flushed open cuntlips.
"No! Don't stop!"
Harry smirked at the complete reversal of Draco's mother's tune, resisting the heels that now put force behind his buttock, arguing with him to continue ruining an older pussy.
"Your word first!"
The flushed mother opened her eyes at the taunt from the young man, blue pupils trying to glare, which unfortunately wasn't possible with their wide, smitten look.
"I will stop this!" Harry said, dragging his dick out of the tightly clenching cunt, almost faltering in his resolve, praying that his greed would not backfire on him.
"Just fuck me, you bastard!" Narcissa Malfoy had enough to see that behemoth retreating from its rightful place. The usually proud mother screamed like a two-knut whore losing her best customer.
"You could fuck me in the main street of Diagon Alley for all I care; just put… put that bitchbreaker inside mommy's pussy again, you big-dicked bastard!"
Harry Potter did just that, putting his everything into the next thrust , driving more than half of his cock inside the extremely tight unused pussy of Draco's mom, almost losing control, at the furnace of heat that engulfed his organ without the absence of any barrier.
Narcissa Malfoy opened her mouth, a mother of all screams on the cusp of being released from her vocal cord at the unprecedented stretching that her cooch received, thankfully, her lungs failed to collect the necessary amount of air—a silent open-mouthed scream emanated from the once proud pureblood.
With her composure broken, her previously cast silencing charm also lost its effect. The sudden screaming from multiple sources rang through the Malfoy ballroom.
"You dirty little whore!"
"How dare you besmirch our name like that!"
"You dare desecrate such a valuable Malfoy family gift!"
"You are a shameful little tart in the name of purebloods!"
"You disgusting half-blood bastard! Put out that abnormality this instant!"
Harry's best moment of life was horribly impugned by the pompous voices of the previous Malfoy lords — flinching at the shouts, the young Potter heir almost stumbled back but the heels of the lady of the house dug behind his clothed ass, stopping him from withdrawing even a single inch from her weeping pussy.
Another set of feminine voices reached his ears.
"How scandalous!"
"I wasn't even aware that male organs could grow that large."
"Isn't he a Potter?"
"Now I really regret not accepting William Potter's courting proposal."
Narcissa Malfoy winked at the past lady Malfoys' direction. All of them seemed to have crammed themselves exactly opposite of the piano, kicking her husband and his father out of their frames in the process which she had strategically placed there.
Spanning her eyes on the glaring visage of the blonde male Malfoys, Narcissa saw that Lucius and her father-in-law Abraxas had sequestered themselves just at the next portrait of the ladies, eyes glaring murder in her and Harry's direction.
Still breathing heavily and swallowing a moan that threatened to escape her lips at the way the cock flexed inside her, Narcissa glared back at the male Malfoy duo, especially at her husband.
"Do you remember what you said on my wedding night, dear Lucius? Narcissa elaborated at the perplexed frown on her husband's face, "that the pathetic dowry that my family paid for my hand was less than this centuries old grand piano, gifted by some old enchanter. You should have groveled at my feet just to see a purebred Black naked, you prick!"
Narcissa's chest heaved, drawing Harry's eyes toward them. Unfortunately for him, she was not finished lambasting her husband.
"Let's see what lasts longer before this beast, shall we?" Narcissa directed a cruel smirk at Lucius's direction, "this great old piano or ME."
"Stop this instant! You depraved slut!" Lucius's frothing was accompanied by Abraxas's "You dare sully a noble Malfo—"
"Enough!" The only silent person among the screaming, the previous Malfoy lady Lucretia, silenced her husband and son. "You two, just shut the fuck up!"
Both the Malfoy lords gaped at the demure lady Lucretia Malfoy's uncharacteristic uncouthness. "Abraxas! You already ruined sex for me when I was still alive with your two-minute pumping. At least let me enjoy it after my death."
"How could you!"
"Mother!"
The beautiful painting of previous lady Malfoy sniffed disdainfully at her left, "believe me, if your father had not passed the Dragon pox to me, I would be standing right by your wife's side, waiting for my turn on that massive cock." Dismissing her son, the lady pointed a glare at her husband, "Just go to the other side and shut your ears, my dear. Don't stand here and ruin everyone's mood."
The lifelike form of Lucretia Malfoy dismissed the males like unruly children, before turning to her daughter-in-law and the young Potter's direction, an angry expression melting into a bashful smile.
"Please, carry on, you two. I would like to see a real male in action for once."
Narcissa Malfoy dragged down the gaping Harry Potter by his hair, lips searching for the passion that had somewhat abated at the previous generation of Malfoy's intervention. Her wet kiss was immediately returned, with tongues coiling around one another, the slight softened thick dick returned to its previous steel-like hardness.
Narcissa softly murmured against her lover's lips, "You know, you have to break this instrument to get another shot at this body, don't you?"
Harry Potter gritted his teeth, determination flaring inside his every nerve, muscles all over his body tightening in preparation of doing some actual damage.
To the wooden instrument and the blonde seductress both.
Narcissa Malfoy knew from the moment she first laid eyes on that abnormally big male penis; she would need to see for herself what being stretched on that fat prick would feel like.
The fact that the male in question turned out to be her rival Lily's son only made an already exciting prospect even more arousing. Now that she finally had that thickness where it belongs; that is her tight cunt, she realized all her fantasy was extremely tame compared to the real specimen.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuckkkkk! Yes! Don't stop!"
The ramrod straight dick punched straight through her flesh, the immense thickness of it scrapping against every single nerve bundle that her unexplored pussy possessed, some that she was discovering for the first time, her tiny clitoris being bullied by the robust glans on its every journey.
"Yes! You love fucking your friend's hot mom, don't you? Don't you, you hung bastard?"
"Shit! I love it!" Harry Potter shouted, His hips rapid movement pushing the Malfoy lady's bum periodically against the raised keys of the piano, creating horrible, mismatched tone of cacophony, drowning the wet sounds of their reproductive organs' furious collision.
I!
Fucking!
Love!
Your!
Tight!
Wet!
Pussy!
Aunt!
Narcissa!
With every syllable grunted by the male, Harry Potter delivered a sharp thrust into the spasming cunt of the blonde woman, his cock's raised and prominent veins dragging the beautiful pink petals of her pussy like a rubber band, distending them from their place.
"Just look at her belly!"
A loud feminine shout from the portrait caused the closed eyed gasping Narcissa to stare downward, the scrapping feeling of her lover's cock making her mind delirious with pleasure.
"Oh!" A loud gasp left her open lips to see the black fabric raising at Harry's every thrust like a forearm punching into her stomach, raising her flat stomach with its every journey.
Harry Potter had trouble deciding about where to look as the visual buffet in front of his eyes was almost dragging him to his own edge. The soft mewling that was escaping from the blonde goddesses' lips, the impossibly perky round goodness that his hands were mauling roughly, or the juncture of their joining — his fat cock disappearing into the beautiful older woman's body.
Harry tried to change his angle, not caring about the gasping, squirming woman who seemed to be orgasming for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes of his relentless pounding.
"Stop! Stop! I am cumming again!"
Narcissa Malfoy started hosing her love juices again down the wizard's torso, making the pistoning dick's journey even smoother with another dose of her buttery cream.
Harry's nose twitched, his rhythm faltering at the combination of female scent, and the furious effort of tight cunt muscles to milk his penis of their seeds.
No! I can't lose!
Harry Potter cursed his smaller than average height. All the force that he had been generating was mainly travelling sideways. His hips couldn't find the proper leverage to rain down thrust with complete force.
Quickly bringing out his wand, Harry waved behind himself, face scrunching in concentration; a high sturdy table formed just behind him, which then he secured above the marble floor with a powerful sticking charm.
Wand falling from his hand, the wizard with the mission, jumped above the table, putting his body parallel to the floor, with his massive bitchbreaker now pointing directly down at the wet, messy cunt of the Malfoy matriarch. Putting his hands beside the face of Draco's mom, and positioning himself in the perfect plank, Harry took a deep breath.
The slowly recovering Narcissa looked up at the absolutely focused expression on the face of a determined Harry Potter.
Putting her hand timidly at the suspended torso of the wizard looming above her, Narcissa tittered, "Harry, maybe we can forget about our bet…" Her sentence was cut short as a thundering thrust burrowed the full length of the veiny monster directly into her slippery pussy. A bone-rattling scream of pleasure tore through her throat.
"Harry! That's my womb! You bastard!" Her scream echoed around the room, causing the female portraits in front of her to shuffle nervously, "You are wrecking your friend's mother's womb! Hnnggg! You stupid bastard!"
The slow creaking of wood also followed her choking scream with a horrendous cacophony that her flailing limbs were creating by pushing all the black and white keys simultaneously.
Morgana! Lily's son is a fucking beast!
And I am loving it.
Lily Potter withdrew her cloaked invisible head outside of the ballroom's door, face completely devoid of emotion. A snort of disbelief escaped her at the scenes she had just witnessed for the last fifteen minutes. Her academic mind couldn't help but ponder over the fact that, from where exactly did Harry get that kind of stamina and size that she had overlooked till now?
James certainly could not leave her gasping for breath after a sex session, and neither did she ever thought herself extremely sexual.
Maybe you have still not found the right partner.
Lily ignored her inner perverted self's insinuation.
She had been fearing for her son against the ladies Black and Malfoy from the beginning.
How naïve she had been.
It's her son she should be fearful of.
Who's on his radar next? Alice? Bella? Or… Or… Her?
Surely, he would not be thinking of taking advantage of her single, beautiful and desirable mother? Would he?
Lily grimaced, not liking her own hopeful tone.
Yeah, I need to save myself and my friends from the deviant that my son had somehow turned into.
Her son's action against Narcissa had opened her eyes to the reality of their situation.
It's impossible to resist that juicy, huge, veiny ….
She shook her head furiously, trying to divert her attention somewhere else.
Didn't she start a few personal projects at her own lab at home?
Potions always had helped her to focus her mind. Hopefully it would be the same now.
Lily Potter whooshed away from the Malfoy manor, pondering over the conundrum that is her son, Harry Potter.
A sweat drenched Harry Potter stared at the broken instrument at his front. A large crack down the middle formed in his enthusiasm, revealing the mechanical instruments and the ivory keys, having shared the same fate as the sulking male Malfoys pride.
Cut down in half.
His eyes zeroed on the insensate Narcissa Malfoy, a thick wad of his cum streaming down from her red wide-open pussy, her disheveled form lying on the floor of the ballroom, taking loud gulps of air to kick-start her brain which he had thoroughly fucked stupid.
The titillating dress, now ruined beyond repair, a visual proof of his dominance over the usually prideful woman.
The Potter heir untransfigured his dresses to their previous state with a few whispered incantations, the tear near his crotch temporarily fixed.
"Aunt Narcissa, send me a letter with the next practice date."
With that statement the tired yet jubilant young wizard started toward the door, eyes doing a double take to see almost every past female Malfoys' usually pristine dresses askew, with one middle-aged blonde's hand inside her robes, near her crotch.
Harry Potter quickly rushed out of the room, dearly wishing that he had not glanced in their direction. With a spring in steps, he almost skipped toward the floo hall, his life's greatest wish now fulfilled.
Yeah, even if I die tomorrow, I would still consider this life successful.
A small superior smirk formed on his sweaty face.
Take that Draco. You fucked Daphne. Now I did the same to your mom.
With a delighted whistle, he jumped inside the burning flame, spinning away to his home.
Softly exiting the fire, Harry tiptoed out of the place, hoping his mother had not come back for lunch already.
Crossing the sitting room, he was taking his first step toward the stairs, when his mother's sharp voice made him turn around, face rearranging like he had not been banging one of her friends for the past few hours.
"Mom?"
Lily Potter glared at her son before slowly unfurling her clenched fist, lifting an empty vial with a few drops of orange swirling at the bottom.
Harry Potter's eyes widened, his good mood evaporating in an instant. The furious visage of his mother spelled doom for his near future.
Oh Shit!