While stopping Fleur's service midway was a part of the plan, it did nothing for my aching hardness, its pressure too heavy to allow me to go out and find someone else. Thankfully, I had a convenient access to a beautiful woman who was more than willing to serve that particular need. With that in mind, I apparated directly to Narcissa's room.
Narcissa was lying on her bed when I appeared. Startled by the noise, She jumped up in panic, reaching for her wand. But she was not fast enough, allowing me to grab her wrist, preventing her fingers to touch her wand. "Hello, mother," I whispered into her ear, my cock, erect and still out of my pants, pressing to her leg.
I could feel the tension immediately draining from her body, and she opened her mouth, but I wasn't in a mood to listen to her. I pushed her into the bed face down. I only spent a second observing the beauty, wrapped in a sexy nightwear, before I lifted her nightie and pulled down her panties, my eyes immediately locking on her puckered hole. A hungry smile appeared on my face as I noticed the anal plug I had placed on her was still in its place. "Good girl," I whispered even as I pulled it off.
She gasped as the pressure from the plug disappeared, one that tinged with a tone of disappointment. Not that she had any reason to worry. I pushed my hips forward, replacing the plug with my girth without a word of warning.
A shocked cry left her mouth, but her virgin asshole provided little resistance to my intrusion, already stretched sufficiently by my anal plug. Her muscles squeezed my cock in a way that neutralized the effect of the delaying potion, though most of the work was already done by the intensive attention of Fleur. Still, that meant she had quite a long way to trigger my release. I started rocking my hips with a slow, but consistent rhythm, not wanting to damage her even if the magic could fix her relatively easily. There was no need to be an asshole.
I saw her mouth opening like she was about to say something, only to close back without uttering a sound other than a deep moan. The blush that covered her face suggested that it was her sense of propriety and shame that prevented the words from leaving her mouth. Feelings that I was doing my best to erase completely. I leaned forward towards her ear, a move that pushed my cock even deeper inside her as a welcome side effect. "What were you about to say, mother?"
"No-nothing, my son," she stammered in a way even the stupidest person wouldn't miss the fact that it was a lie.
I spent a second, enjoying the way my cock flared by being called son by the woman that was busy taking the entirety of my cock into her asshole. I put my hand on her ass for a brief, soft caress, followed by a hard spank, causing her rectal muscles to contract deliciously. "Come on, mother. You can tell me the truth, hadn't we well past the feeling of shame."
"I don't-" she started murmuring, but a hard glance from me was enough to dissuade further denial. "Go faster, please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Still, it was enough to spark my arousal to new heights despite its low tone. I pulled back enough that only the head was barely inside her, then waited until a frustrated growl left her lips. Without a warning, I pushed back, earning a cry of pleasure, loud enough to hurt my ears.
Of course, hearing her passion-filled cry made me go even faster, and soon, I was filling her bowels with a generous spurt of my seed. I pulled out of her, and she collapsed with a loud grunt, obviously spent by our short tryst. Normally, I wouldn't care about it and plunge inside her as soon as I was erect once more, but this time, two things stopped me. She was already strained enough by carrying a self-adjusting anal plug inside her. But more importantly, I had another date with Fleur, and I didn't want to tire myself before it. I had some interesting plans for her next visit…
"Welcome, Mrs. Weasley," I said, my eyes firmly on the beautiful blond in front of me, who was finally wearing clothing that paid the appropriate respect to her amazing body, a mini pencil skirt that focused the bounciness of her butt while ending in the middle of her thighs, and a crop top that nicely dipped in the middle to reveal a cleavage, while giving no hints about what kind of underwear she wore. I hoped it was better than those white, bland set she wore the last time.
"Thanks," she murmured, unable to bring herself to say anything more, yet not wanting to stay silent. I could see the anger in her gaze as usual, but a sliver of arousal, bold enough to be caught by my fledging legimency ability was quite a surprise. It was quite an unexpected boon.
I smiled graciously and pointed at the table, as usual, filled with a variety of refreshments. She walked towards it, her wand surreptitiously drawn. I was amused to notice her efforts of casting a wide variety of detection charm, a rigorous display of attention even compared to last time. She was rightfully suspecting foul-play, but every time she received a negative result in her detection charms, her frustration increased. It didn't take a genius to realize she was hoping to find something to explain her arousal toward me. There was, of course, but the important fact was that she was still blissfully unaware of it.
As she was busying herself, I decided to make myself more comfortable. I removed my robe, revealing a baggy short an a casual cotton t-shirt underneath, a huge contrast to the way she dressed, a small detail to further highlight the power disparity in the situation. I waited for her to finish sampling the food while absentmindedly playing with the capsule in my mouth, filled with a potion, less powerful than the previous one. I wanted to slowly wean her off from the chemical additions as her body learned the proper reactions, though her arousal at the beginning of the visit signified that even the current dose might be a bit excessive.
After completing her rigorous detection process, she walked towards me, but not before filling a small glass with wine, one of the exquisite vintages from the Malfoy cellars. It was nice to see her distaste of the situation was overcome by her love towards the wine. It was yet another breach on her defenses, one I could leverage in my own leisure. Weasleys were poor enough to prevent her access to the nicer end of casual pleasures. I patted the seat next to me, inviting her to close quarters. I was happy to see that she didn't hesitate before sitting down. "So," I started. "How are you on this nice evening."
"I'm well enough-," she murmured, cutting her sentence half-way, but even unsaid, the word blackmail echoed between the walls of our heads. I paid no heed to that, and let my gaze to fall down on her shapely legs. One of her hands reached and tugged her skirt in reflex in an ineffective move to cover more of her pale, shining skin, but she had no luck, the skirt was tight enough not to have any give. I raised my gaze, quirking my eyebrow in question. Understanding dawned into her and she pulled her hand away from her skirt, although reluctantly.
I smiled in appreciation, then leaned towards her ear, placing my hand on her leg. "Good girl," I whispered, watching as a deep blush spread to her skin. I leaned forward, enjoying the way she trembled as my lips drove closer to her neck. I moved upwards until I reached the edge of her cheek, then pulled back without any warning. The sudden flash of frustration on her face was quite tasty, showing just how far I had managed to come in short few days. I looked at her eyes, a wide smile on my lips, and I patted my lap. "Sit," I ordered. As I expected, anger flashed in her eyes as she prepared to let out a frustrated growl, but I was ready. I pressed my finger on her lips, and repeated my order, deliberately angrier to make sure she remembered the state of power balance between us.
She nodded, though I could easily detect the frustration burning in her eyes, though it only made me hornier. She stood up and took a few reluctant steps until she was standing in front of me. I could have grabbed her waist and pulled her down like she was clearly expecting, but I made no such motion. I wanted her to sit down in her own power, yet another dimension to be surrendered by her own will. A couple seconds of wait later, she realized my pull was not oncoming, so she lowered herself, her legs shaking significantly. I enjoyed the frustration on her face, as much as I enjoyed the lack of fear. It was clear that after several encounters where I haven't tried to push her, she was feeling relatively safe. A horrible assumption, of course, but she wouldn't realize her mistake for a few sessions yet.
Then, I felt the weight of her shapely ass pressing around my shaft, shifting my attention back to the moment. I watched, both amused and aroused, as she continued squirming in order to find a position that wasn't directly controlled by my shaft, but only succeeding in making my cock even harder. I let her continue her pointless task for almost a minute, then, without a warning, grabbed her hair, twisting her head for a kiss, breaking the potion filled pill just before our lips connected.
Caught flatfooted, she failed to mount any resistance for several seconds, allowing my tongue to wreak havoc in her mouth. Her saliva was already infused with the majority of the potion before she realized what happened, and a careless swallow sent all of it to her stomach, where it started mixing with her blood, making her attempts of pushing my tongue back completely useless.
It didn't take for the early effects of the potion to become apparent. The defensive actions of her tongue had dwindled in strength. There was little reaction when I put one of my hands on her smooth legs, and no reaction the other landed on her belly. I started rubbing both, earning a surprised moan from her lips, surprising me as much as it surprised her. I wasn't expecting such a reaction in the first half of my plan, not that I was unsatisfied with it.
Fleur's attitude, not surprisingly, was the complete opposite of mine. She violently pulled back from the kiss, an expression of shock etched on her face. She tried to stand up, but I had no intention of allowing such an action. My hand on her stomach moved to her back, pinning her immobile much to her consternation. She opened her mouth, but I had no intention of giving her a bearing of the situation, so I locked her words with another kiss, my arm steadfast as she struggled to get away.
She continued struggling, but her efforts failed. I squeezed her leg, hard enough to leave a mark, reminding her of the exact power balance of the situation. Her struggles dwindled, leaving my hands free to explore her body. I started from her naked belly, her skin soft as a dream. Even better, I could feel her muscles trembling softly with a mixture of panic and arousal. Which was the stronger one, I wasn't sure, but if I were to bet, I would go with the arousal. The movement of her lips was too steamy to be otherwise, not to mention her instinctual purring.
I leaned back, forcing a separation, only for her to lean forward and catch my lips once again. Success, I thought, enjoying the fact that she as the initiator this time, her tongue probing my mouth proactively. I even let her dominate the kiss for a minute before assaulting back. I slid my hands under her blouse, mauling her tits, her flimsy feeling bra doing little to prevent the feeling.
Minutes later, I forced another separation, this time a finger on her lips to prevent a relapse. It was enough foreplay before the main event. "It's time for the finish your job, sweetcheeks," I said, watching amusedly as the primal reflection of arousal and desire slowly turning into horror as the haze in her mind dissipated. I was aware that I could have made her give me head without forcing her to realization, and I could even convince her to have sex, but that didn't fit with my long-term objective. I wanted her to surrender every gate with full realization of what she was doing.
She stood up, raised her hand to fix her blouse which was bunched around her upper chest during my groping, revealing her breasts, covered with a lacy white bra. It was still very substantial, but definitely much more presentable than the horror she wore the last night. "Keep it like that, you look much sexier that way," I said. She was, especially with her bruised lips and mussed up hair. I wouldn't lie, I was very tempted to push her down and fuck her until she fainted, only to continue when she woke up, hating the fact that I needed to play the long game.
After a brief hesitation, she followed my direction, and her arms fell to her sides once more. I sat on the couch, my legs together, waiting for her attention. She fell to her knees and hooked her fingers to my short, trembling in hesitation, but still pulled without losing time. My shaft, already full sized for a while, jumped to her attention immediately. She watched it, frozen. "Come on," I said. "It's not going to suck itself. You need to start before the effects of your lovely attention earlier fades away."
She flinched with the reminder of her earlier loss of control, but her hand still wrapped around the base of my shaft and started massaging. For a while, she continued her massage with a stony face, but then, her decisiveness started to melt, leaving a growing layer of arousal behind.
"What are you waiting for," I said. "Gobble away."
She looked at me angrily, in a manner that was supposed to intimidate me, but it only made my arousal heavier. "Bastard," she murmured, and my smile widened. Her anger didn't last long, replaced with a blush since it was very hard to be intimidating while obediently giving a hand job. She avoided my eyes as she parted her lips, covering the head of my shaft with warmth. I moaned, but I wasn't sure which was more pleasurable. The attention of her lips, or the speed she folded under my gaze. An academic point at best, murmured to myself as her mouth struggled around my girth.
I put my hand on her cheek, caressing with my thumb, and she quickened. Trying to make sure she got away from me earlier, no doubt, but that didn't change the fact that it was enhancing my pleasure. I dragged my hand down, dallying a bit on her neck before landing on her shoulder, this time, she gave no reaction. That wouldn't do, I thought as I reached for my wand. The fact that she hadn't shown any reaction to my lingering touch was a good thing, showing she was getting familiar with my uninvited touch.
Of course, that hadn't meant I wasn't going to push more. If she was used to the current boundaries, there was always the opportunity to create more. I reached for my wand, and a quick flare of magic later, her blouse and skirt disappeared, leaving her clad in her underwear. She tried to pull back, but my hand ready to keep her in place. I pushed her head down, forcing her to swallow the entire length of my shaft, her gagging music to my ears. "Look at me," I ordered, and her eyes rose up, locking with my gaze. "Good, keep it like that," I added and started impaling her mouth repeatedly as she managed to keep our eyes connected. The helpless arousal in her eyes was too much for me. With a shudder, I started to release into her mouth. "Keep all in," I ordered. "There is a punishment if you spill even one drop."
A task she would fail, I knew even as I gave the order, but I wasn't expecting her to put a real effort on it, a fact I was pleasantly surprised about. But, despite her enthusiasm, a sizable drop managed to escape her attention. She looked at me with begging eyes. "Pity," I said. "And you were enthusiastic about it."
"Mercy," she said. Well, gurgled, considering her mouth was filled with my cum.
"I would have, but how else you would learn," I said with as much as seriousness as I could muster. "But," I added, seeing her expression fall. "Impress with the way you swallow my cum, and I might reduce your punishment."
I expected the sudden brightening her expression showed. I had assumed that even convincing her to swallow would have been a huge challenge, and she was ready to give a show, just for a vague promise of reducing her faux punishment. She opened her mouth, playing my cum, the disgust I was expecting to see surprisingly missing. For a moment, I was struck with a desire to summon Narcissa and force them to play together. It was unfortunate that neither woman was ready for such a thing. "Bravo," I said as Fleur finished her impromptu show, leaving her with a pretty blush. "It was an amazing display, honey. You definitely earned a reduction in your punishment. Of course, there will be still a punishment," I added after a small break. "I will send you some clothes via owl for the next session. Wear them, and only them." I looked her directly in the eye. "Understood?"
She nodded but avoided my gaze, no words leaving her mouth. I put my finger under her chin, forcing her to raise her head until our eyes met. "Understood?" I repeated.
"Yes," she mumbled, almost incomprehensible. I quirked my eyebrow, and she repeated, this time louder.
"Good, you can go now, and see you the day after tomorrow."
"But, we were supposed to once every three days," she said.
"Yes, but you are forgetting your failure," I said, and a different expression appeared on her face. It was enjoyable to watch her face transform in indignation, taking the fact that she failed to bring me to climax worse than everything else. She really was a treasure. I was so glad that I managed to get my hands on her before she was sullied by the touch of that ridiculous man.
I watched silently as she pulled her robe on, surprising me with a small dance as her beautiful body disappeared under the cover instead of just redressing mechanically. Then, she disappeared, leaving me busy with my next plan. The night was still young, and I was still horny. Maybe I should pay another visit to a certain bushy-haired bookworm?