Lucius Malfoy groaned, despite the agony of the situation, he knew there was nothing to fear from this particular predicament. He escapade more incriminating situations in the past and would continue to do so in the future. His son might not have been so lucky, but it was time for Draco to learn a valuable lesson about his carelessness. In the game of life, sacrifices must be made to ensure victory.
"You might have noticed you're not at the Ministry of Magic."
Lucius came face to face with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, but he was no boy. He was a man, and a very angry man. One look at those green eyes reminded Lucius of the death curse. For a moment, he feared his death, but decided Potter was one of the pillars of virtue in the magical world. Therefore, he might torment him for a bit, but Lucius would be released to the Ministry so Potter could show how much better he was.
"Yes, Potter…"
"You and your demon seed have really done it this time," Harry said. "You poison my wife, and you put my daughter in danger, and you really think you were just going to get away with it, didn't you?"
The captive man stared at Harry. He tried to avoid showing any fear. Fear would lead to problems, and Lucius refused to allow himself to succumb to such weak emotions.
"Ginny will make a full recovery, and so will Lily," Harry said. "Your son is currently being held in containment. He'll go through the veil, should he be found guilty. Unless, you want to admit you're the mastermind behind this entire plot."
Lucius was angry to see the half-blood and the blood traitor would recover. He intended to send a message to Arthur Weasley to go after his youngest, which backfired in the worst way. Arthur was a pushover though, a puppet, and he wouldn't seek vengeance. He had been bullied by his own wife into submission, and even when Molly died, Arthur still didn't bother to grow a spine.
"I regret what my son has done, the curse he put on your child, and the fact he poisoned your wife," Lucius said. "Had I known what his intentions were, I would have discouraged him."
"You know Draco doesn't use the loo without consulting with you first," Harry said. "This time, you won't be able to talk your way out of trouble."
"Then send me to the Ministry, let them judge what I've done," Lucius said.
"You'd like the Ministry, wouldn't you?" Harry asked. "You might get a few months in Azkaban, but it's a vacation after the Dementors disappeared. Money talks with you, Lucius. It's the same bullshit excuses you've had."
"You can't hold me here," Lucius said. "You can't hold me as a captive, a prisoner of my own house. And we both know you won't kill me."
"Death, oh, I know there are things which will destroy a pureblood narcissist like you more than a swift death," Harry said. "The loss of your self-respect, and the loss of control. Both of those things, you value above all else. It still burns you up inside to think you were the bottom to the bastard child of a non-magical and a common mundane man."
Harry picked up Lucius's trademark walking stick and whacked him across the face with it. Lucius experienced the ultimate indignity of getting pimp slapped by his own pimp cane.
"You know, your wife is like a fine wine," Harry said. "She only improves with age. Then again, most powerful witches to so, they have a prime which far exceeds yours, and someone of Narcissa's stature, she has cravings which you simply can't match."
Lucius understood what Potter was talking about instantly.
"You better stay away from my wife, Potter," Lucius said. "If it's gold you want….."
"I have gold," Harry said. "I could suck your bank account dry knut by knut, but that wouldn't balance things. To see my wife in those anxious moments as they transfused fresh blood into her body, waiting to see if she's fine. You wonder what it's like. Maybe I should show you, maybe I should arrange for your son to have an accident, and you can watch him slowly die."
A long pause indicated Harry knew exactly what was going through Lucius's mind.
"But, you wouldn't care, because you don't care about your son," Harry said. "You see him as nothing but an extension of your own ego."
He smiled, and looked towards Lucius.
"I'm going to make you watch what a real man can do with a woman," Harry said. "You're going to watch me go into the next room, where Narcissa is waiting for me. Waiting for me to tell her what's going to happen with her son, and with you. A mother would do anything to help her child, even throw away her marriage."
Harry looked towards Lucius for a moment.
"She'll do anything," Harry said. "She didn't seem too happy with you. Who do you think let me in the Mansion so I could get the drop on you?"
"Stay away, she's my property!" Lucius yelled.
Harry chuckled, he wondered if it ever clicked in Lucius's minuscule mind Narcissa could hear every word he said, amplified through the house.
He stepped back and activated a charm, making sure Lucius could see them, but Harry couldn't see him. It would kill the mood of Harry could see Lucius. The sorcerer stepped out to see Narcissa. She wrapped in a silky red bathrobe which did absolutely nothing to hide those curves. She dressed in a pair of lacy red stockings as well, and slippers. She slipped her elegant foot out of the slippers.
"Hello, Narcissa, it's been a long time," Harry said.
The woman, beautiful as ever, stepped towards him.
"Mr. Potter….."
"Remember, it's Harry," Harry said.
"Right, my apologies," Narcissa said. "My son, is he…he didn't put up too much of a fight?"
"He was belligerent as usual."
Narcissa sighed, etiquette had not been Draco's best subject. She really wished those lessons sunk in, it got into trouble.
"I'm sorry this happened, and I'm pleased to see Ginny and Lily will make a full recovery," Narcissa said. "My son…he's….."
"He's looking at the veil."
Narcissa breathed in and out. Putting an eight year old child under a dark spell was worthy of execution. She commended Harry for not ripping Draco limb for limb. Had it been her daughter, well, Narcissa believed there would not be enough of that person left to bury in a matchbox.
"They regrew his vertebrae eventually," Harry said. "It was agonizing, but they did it. And he's awaiting his fate….your husband refuses to speak on his behalf."
A soft hand touched Harry's.
"I don't want Draco to go free, but…..I want to know if there's another sentence possible," Narcissa said. "I hope to ask you a favor….I don't want to see him ever go free, ever to harm someone else again, but….perhaps a harsh punishment other than death."
Harry took a moment to look at Narcissa. He prepared for this, and to be honest, he thought being shoved through the veil was too painless of a death for the little tosser.
"There's an alternate sentence, but it may be worse than death," Harry said. "He will have his ability to perform magic bound and forced to live in exile among the non-magicals."
Narcissa spent a moment realizing the implications of that. She stepped closer and placed a hand on Harry's heart.
"To someone of Draco's temperament it's a fate worse than death," Harry said.
"I know," Narcissa said. "But, he'll live, and maybe he'll learn the lesson."
She slowly ran a finger down Harry's chest. Narcissa could feel the pull of Harry's powerful magic draw her in. She felt the same pull that night in the Forbidden Forest, at the Battle of Hogwarts, and it took every bit of self control she had not to act on it.
Now, Harry's power was more refined, stronger than ever before.
"Just, give me this chance, to repent, without his magic," Narcissa said. "I'll do anything for you."
Narcissa ran a hand down Harry's chest and she lightly brushed across his crotch.
"Anything," Narcissa whispered.
Harry reached up and grabbed the back of Narcissa's head. He kissed her in a way which he was pretty sure the pureblood witch had not been kissed before. Narcissa returned with her kiss. The two of them exchanged their passionate actions, tugging at each other's clothes.
Narcissa wrapped her legs around Harry and backed him off towards the head. A tingle of pleasure shot down her spine when moving Harry closer. The pureblood witch pulled back from Harry. She kissed Harry across the side of the mouth a couple more times.
"I think I know how to make this worth your while," Narcissa said. "And also apologize for the acts of my son and my worthless husband."
The witch undid her robe and allowed it to fall to the ground. A red corset pushed up Narcissa's ample breasts. She smiled when moving in, and showing Harry she wore a nice lacy red thong to match. The woman's round breasts, flat stomach, and curvy bum were the envy of women her age.
"Why don't we give you some room to breathe?"
Years and years of sexual repression spread through Narcissa. She undid Harry's pants and exposed him. She looked towards him with awe and saw the biggest, thickest, juiciest cock she ever had the pleasure to lay her eyes on. Narcissa's blue eyes locked onto his head and her lips moistened when puckering together.
'Yummy, Mummy likes.'
Narcissa wrapped her hand around the base of Harry's cock to feel how rock hard it was. Her soft fingers ensnared Harry when stroking him up and down. Narcissa slowly felt up Harry's cock while leaning in to kiss him on the lips. She left red lipstick marks all over him.
"Better than your husband."
The sexually-frustrated MILF jerked Harry's cock and looked over at him with a frown.
"To compare, would be like comparing a napkin doodle to a masterpiece."
Narcissa dropped to her knees to allow Harry a nice view down her corset at her ample breasts. They were still very abundant and perky for someone who was Narcissa's age. Her body really was the envy of someone. She grabbed Harry and started jerking him off with both hands.
Harry leaned forward, making sure to make eye contact with the one way mirror every now and again, to show Lucius the effect his wife was having on him.
Narcissa wrapped her warm lips around Harry's cock. She just had to have it. The MILF inhaled the sent and the magical power of pushing her lips up and down Harry's cock. Harry grabbed the back of her head, and guided Narcissa down on his manhood.
The loud slurping sounds around Harry's cock showed how much of a production Narcissa wanted to make out of sucking her young lover's engorged tool.
She pulled up from him and kissed Harry on the cock. Narcissa pulled her corset down, and showed Harry her round breasts. Narcissa's chest melons gave Harry more than enough. He squeezed them, feeling how firm, how soft they were. He rubbed at her nipples which grew more erect.
Harry's free hand slipped down Narcissa's trim stomach. She kept herself in good shape, and looked much younger, even beyond the magically slow aging. He slipped between her cunt lips and slipped behind her.
Narcissa guided her young lover's face between her breasts. Harry's tongue slid down her hard nipples and sucked away at her. Jolts of pleasure shot through Narcissa from behind to toe. Everything centered around her loins, which begged for something long and hard to be shoved between them.
The witch pulled Harry away from her and smiled, climbing onto the bed.
"Fuck me right here on my marriage bed," Narcissa said.
Narcissa spread her thighs for Harry. Her juicy plump thighs with her pussy, perfectly trimmed into one strip of blonde hair. Harry walked over towards her, cock extended.
"You're never going to forget this."
Narcissa smiled and put her feet on Harry's back to encourage him. She tickled his balls through his legs with the soles of her feet.
Harry thought this beautiful MILF was too much. He needed to be inside of Narcissa. Her thin pussy lips dripped. Narcissa spread them out invitingly with Harry walking closer towards her.
The first couple of inches of hard cock pushed inside her. Harry closed his eyes when pushing into her. Narcissa grabbed onto him in response.
"Really, fucking tight!" Harry groaned.
Narcissa smiled when raising her hips up and down to take as much of Harry's cock inside of her. His manhood stretched her out in ways she could only dream of.
"Well, it hasn't been used properly," Narcissa said. "Why don't you show me what a real man does?"
Harry gripped Narcissa's leg, and started to push into her. The wet walls closed around Harry and released him. Her moisture caressed Harry's manhood.
Narcissa lifted her hips up off of the bed to try and get more of Harry inside of her. The long and hard cock shoved deep inside her clenching pussy.
"How does it feel, to be fucked by a real man?" Harry asked.
"So, good!" Narcissa yelled.
She and Bellatrix indulged in each other before and after Bellatrix's time in Azkaban, so Narcissa wasn't without companionship for her entire marriage. However, the fact this long cock filled her up and emptied her so fast, it made her want to experience more.
"Ginny thinks I should have a Mistress," Harry said. "If you're interested…"
Narcissa hear rumors about Ginny Weasley's fetish of seeing Harry dominate other women, but to hear Harry say it explicitly got her a little hot and bothered.
"You're making a pretty good argument for that," Narcissa said.
Narcissa wrapped her legs around Harry to take him deeper inside. Every time Harry's hard cock pushed past her depths, new sensations hit her hard. The only time she had been with a man was Lucius, and he technically wasn't a man. It took many potions for Lucius to get himself interested enough to last long enough to impregnate Narcissa with his spawn, and it took some potions for Narcissa to sedate herself so she didn't laugh at what Lucius had to offer.
This time, with what Harry did to her, it was like the first time. No other time counted in Narcissa's mind. Every inch of Harry touched her insides in a brand new way. She grabbed on him, caressing Harry's strong body. She squeezed Harry's firm ass to encourage him to bury deep inside of her.
Harry drove deeper inside of Narcissa. Every time her skin touched his, it was like pure heaven. He wasn't just shit-talking Lucius earlier about Narcissa improving like fine wine. He didn't appreciate that, only seeing Narcissa as a means to continue his own family line.
'His loss, my gain."
"Get ready, you're going to feel something you've never felt before."
Narcissa braced herself and for the first, and hopefully not the last time, she climaxed with another man's cock driving inside of her. Harry sped up his thrusts into her to accelerate the rate of the pleasure which coursed through her. The orgasm exploded through Narcissa's loins.
She squeezed Harry hard. Harry enjoyed the feeling of her silky walls gripping him. It was almost like she feared Harry would pull out before she had her fill.
"Two pumps and done…"
"I've learned far more about Lucius today than I wanted to, thank you very much," Harry said.
"Right, my apologies," Narcissa said.
Harry smiled and kept working over Narcissa. Her screams grew louder and louder. The room Lucius had been put in amplified any sound coming into it. Therefore, no matter how much he wanted to turn away, not listen, he was going to hear Narcissa's screams.
"Shag me senseless, stud!" Narcissa yelled. "Give me all your love, Harry….I've had over thirty years to make up for."
Narcissa grabbed Harry and pushed more of him inside of her. Her body bubbled with anticipation. Harry slid inside of her and stuffed her full of this hard, throbbing cock. Narcissa took him harder.
Harry pulled out of her after riding out her latest orgasm. An evil grin spread over his face, when he walked Narcissa over to the two way mirror.
Narcissa dripped all over the carpet when Harry put her up against the mirror. She couldn't see Lucius on the other end, but Lucius could see all of it. Harry's cock aimed towards Narcissa's wet pussy.
"I'm going to take what he could never please," Harry said. "Give your husband a nice big smile, Cissa. Make me see what happens when his wife gets neglected."
Narcissa answered with a sultry smile with Harry spreading her out. He grabbed and spanked her thick ass. Narcissa's flesh jiggled when Harry rubbed against her. His cock found her scorching slit.
Harry hammered Narcissa without any pause. He needed this tight pussy and needed it in the worst way possible. His thick balls kept slapping against Narcissa, getting more momentum along the way. She was so wet, it was very easy to slide into her.
The two lovers connected each other. Harry brought himself deeper inside of Narcissa. His balls slapped against her thick thighs with a heavy pumping. Harry reached behind her and squeezed Narcissa. Her wet walls tightened around Harry.
"Mmm, yeah, baby, right there," Narcissa begged him.
"Who does your pussy belong to?" Harry asked.
"Harry….Potter," Narcissa said.
Harry kept hammering said pussy. He went into Lucius's own house, and fucked his own wife. And the humiliation was only just beginning, as far as Harry was concerned.
"Do you hear your wife, you prick?" Harry asked. "Do you hear her scream when I drive my twelve inch cock inside her underused pussy? Do you not understand how powerful I am? And how many times your wife has came?"
Harry pushed inside of her. His balls ached, but he must not, not yet. He brought Narcissa to her peak.
"Tell dear Lucius one more time who you belong to because I don't think he heard you."
"Harry Potter, everything, Harry Potter!' Narcissa mewled.
"Everything?"
Harry squeezed her fun bags and rubbed her aching nipples.
"Yes, everything, my lips, my tits, my cunt, my ass, everything belongs to Harry Fucking Potter!" Narcissa screamed. "He's everything a witch dreams about."
"Are you willing to make it up to my daughter by giving her a half-sister?"
Harry's thick balls slapped against Narcissa to give her a preview of what was to come. His seed would almost shoot out of his loins and coat Narcissa's insides. She gasped and took more of Harry inside her every time he parted her insides.
"Yes," Narcissa said. "Knock me up, in front of my husband!"
Harry almost came undone because of that. His hands rested on Narcissa's hips when he drove himself inside of her. Narcissa's vaginal walls gripped at the thought of being impregnated. A witch had a greater window of safely having a child than a non-magical did because of their enhanced age.
Her slickness engulfed Harry while he continuously worked Narcissa over the edge. She grabbed onto Harry and he almost pulled all the way out of her. Harry pushed deep inside of her with a few more thrusts inside her wet cunt. Harry was reaching the end.
"Put your cum in my womb," Narcissa said. "Breed your pureblood whore in front of her husband! Knock me the fuck up, put a baby in me!"
Narcissa grabbed Harry's cock hard and milked him. Harry pushed into her and buried inside of her. The feeling of his balls clenched and released, splattering his seed inside Narcissa. His potent cum hit her fertile womb when Harry unloaded inside of her.
It took dozens upon dozens of pumps before Harry had been completely drained. Narcissa reached a release three more times before Harry finished releasing his cum inside her. Harry grabbed her waist and prevented her from going to the ground.
Harry smiled. On the miniscule chance Lucius would avoid being sent up the river this time, he would be forever known for the rest of his disgraced life as the wizard who allowed another man to enter his home, hold him captive, and fuck his wife while he watched, with impregnating him. He would be disgraced among pureblood society.
Narcissa draped over Harry, her body glowing when slowly running at her stomach which swelled up from Harry pouring his seed inside her. She knew, they succeeded, but why leave anything to chance?
In her mind, Lucius hadn't suffered enough, and she had thirty years of frustration to make up for.