Narcissa felt like sewing her son's mouth. He somehow said the worst thing at the worst time. "Compose yourself, Draco. Dwelling on what's passed won't serve us now. It's hardly the moment for vendettas. We ought to free ourselves from this affair altogether no-oh—"
"What happened?" Draco quickly approached the table, seeing Narcissa yelp suddenly.
"Nothing!" She exclaimed, "Just stressed… a little stress."
Draco shot a concerned glance at his mother before strolling over to the opposite end of the table, where he settled into a seat. Nonchalantly plucking an apple from the fruit basket, he slightly reclined. "Why the anxiety, Mother? Once the Dark Lord regains his rightful place, our fortunes will be restored to us, returned in full."
"Umm…" Narcissa pressed her lips together, shaking her head. "D-Don't… don't take that name here."
"Why? We stand by him, don't we?" Asked Draco. "Mother, why are you sweating?"
Meanwhile, Ron had got to work underneath the table, his hands shifting closer to Narcissa's slender, covered legs. The very first thing he did was remove her footwear.
He touched her ankle and earned a flinch from the woman. He touched her foot. Cautiously, his fingers trailed up the top of her foot as her toes wiggled. Then, he slid his hands upwards, caressing her slender calf as his hand also pulled up the hem of her skirt.
Oh! He realized she wasn't wearing stockings like usual, but he couldn't express his excitement now, trying not to alert Draco.
His hands kept moving up, shoving the ends of the tablecloth up and bunching her skirt up in her lap as well. He savored every soft brush of her warmth on his palm, admiring the unblemished smooth skin.
Silky and hot, fleshy as he reached further and further up. Her legs were so pale, he could see it even in that dim light. He felt her shiver as his hands reached her knees that almost instinctively closed up tight, making her ample thighs squish together, creating a new kind of alluring valley.
So this was her plan? Ron wondered, listening to their discussion.
But he decided to have fun before leaving. After all, Narcissa was in no position to alert her son anymore, or else the shame she'd earn would last a lifetime and more.
Ron finally reached a point from where he couldn't push up anymore as she was sitting. With Narcissa clenching her legs, too, he isn't able to reach her core either.
He scoffed and grabbed both her knees. He spread them forcefully and placed her legs on the shoulder each. When he felt the warm softness of her legs on his neck and cheeks, his own bulging need started to grow.
Narcissa's mind was all over the place. Shame, embarrassment, dread; she was worried that her son would find out. But the way Ron forced her legs to spread for him felt like butterflies in her belly, as if something was starting to burn inside.
But he went a step further and grabbed her legs tight before pulling her down a little on her seat, making her arch her back on the chair as if she was leaning tiredly on the backrest. That made her skirt bunch up even more, revealing the dark shadows between her thighs. With her legs open, Ron could finally see her lacy, black panty, slipped in between her folded flesh.
"Y-You must be tired, Draco," Narcissa tried to send her son to his room.
"Of course I am, Mother. Living like this… like mudbloods is insufferable," Draco sneered, focusing on biting his apple with anger.
Ron pinched the side of her plump hips at those words.
Narcissa didn't say anything, scared a yelp would escape her lips and cause a scene. She simply clenched her fist and hoped Ron would stop with his teasing.
However, Ron only went further. Further than Narcissa had imagined or even Ron had planned.
Ron tucked up her skirt around her waistband, while the lower part stayed stuck under her ass. His hands explored every curve of her legs, tasting the well-maintained beauty's skin on his hands. Grabbing the side of her plump ass, he extended his tongue, licking the fine skin of her legs.
Closer and closer, he licked from her knees, moving between her thighs with each slobbery stroke, going towards her core. He could feel her knees buckling with each wide lick. He could smell the scent of roses getting closer and closer, realizing she had used some perfume on her panties too.
Oh? Did she really prepare that far?
He finally reached the sweltering heat below her belly. But before he did anything, he simply planted his face there between the junction of her thighs. He lifted the tablecloth and caught Narcissa's gaze, grinning playfully. She subtly shook her head, her eyes pleading for him to stop for now.
But Ron, already tasting the scent of roses on his tongue, extended the tip of his tongue and licked her covered pussy. Narcissa reacted with a squeeze of her thighs around his head.
Ron relished in the softness even more, feeling the goosebumps rising on her skin, licking even more slowly as his widened tongue grazed her lace upwards. His hands squeezed her thighs like luxurious cushions.
Narcissa quivered as she felt the prickly tickle of her own lace panties brush against her sensitive pussy, growing damp bit by bit, as his saliva seeped in. Her own petals started to drool from the hot, teasingly slow movement. Her lower lips reacted with a twitch, every time Ron went up and down.
"Mother, do you think I can join the Death Eaters?"
"What!?" Narcissa roared, her arousal and her shock coming out at the same time.
Darco shrank his neck. "I mean… I'm speaking hypothetically."
"Mmmh…" Narcissa hummed, but it sounded more like a moan. "Y-Yo-oh shouldn't… think of such things. Focus on your OWLs!"
Ron shamelessly looked up at Narcissa's beautiful, flustered face. He nodded vigorously, agreeing with her, making his tongue wiggle on her panty as well. The thin piece of cloth between her thighs was now soaked and damp, causing every breath from his nose to feel extra cold on her petals.
Ron honestly loved the view above; her face was charming. It felt embarrassing and, to a degree, taboo. But just the idea of claiming the famed Narcissa's womanhood made him feel excited. It aroused him in a strange way. Every part of her he felt gave him jolts of pleasure.
So, he dove back under the cloth. He could feel heat in her loins and his own arousal straining in his pants. The way she rubbed her legs on his face and her fingers trying to reach for his hair was proof enough for him, she was secretly liking the attention he gave her pussy.
Right then, Ron slid both his hands at the sides of her legs, up her hips, and pulled down her panties entirely. Narcissa further arched her back, sliding down on the chair. Her ass was now dangling at the edge of the chair, and her back slumped.
Ron once again raised the tablecloth, looking into her blue, alluring eyes as he took a long, broad stroke of her bare pussy with his tongue. Strings of saliva dripped from the tip of his tongue, coating her entrance as he licked left and right, giving attention to both blushing petals.
Different from Hermione. Ron realized he tasted something there, something artificial. I should ask her later.
Narcissa couldn't believe herself. Never been thoroughly teased like that before. She clasped her legs around his head, not knowing if it was an instinct to make him stop or do more. The way he locked eyes with her, as if he was enjoying his prey, caused her mind to fluster, lost in all the wonderful sensations he was giving her.
Ron shoved his face on her perfect pussy, letting the tablecloth cover his head again as his tongue started to part her petals. His tongue curled as it gathered her juices and continued to stroke the pink flesh of her wet walls.
The more she squeezed his head between her doughy, soft legs, the more he enjoyed it, feeling each subtle twitch and wiggle of her body.
Her delicate brows scrunched up as she bit her lips, trying hard not to moan in pleasure. The only lucky thing for her was Draco thinking that her expression was one of frustration with him.
"I'll be in my room, Mother." Draco finally finished his apple and stood up.
"Umh… Oh-okay…"
"Are you unwell?" Draco asked, suddenly changing direction. He walked up to Narcissa and gently touched her forehead. "You're drenched in sweat," he said.
"I'm perfectly fine, darling," Narcissa responded with confidence, grateful to Ron for stopping. "I was simply practicing a few spells before. You go and rest now; I'll summon you for dinner later."
"If you say so," Draco said and turned back. He vanished through a corner, and soon, the sound of his footsteps walking upstairs resounded.
"Ah…" Narcissa let out a suppressed moan just then, and finally raised the tablecloth to look down. "P-Please stop… Mr. Weasel-oh~"
Ron did take a pause, looking up at her face. "But you said top, bottom, front, and back."
"Yes, but not her—oh!"
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