Day 6 - Pregnancy Kink/Alpha Hermione
The drawing room at Malfoy Manor was unusually quiet, the tension in the air palpable as Hermione stood beside Narcissa, her hand resting protectively on the older woman's lower back. Narcissa, regal and poised as always, sat gracefully in her chair, her hand resting on her slightly swollen belly. They had just delivered the news to Draco—the news that his mother, Narcissa, was pregnant. The weight of the revelation hung between them all, though Draco seemed more stunned than anything else.
"Mother," Draco said, his voice strained with a mix of disbelief and confusion. "You… you're pregnant?"
Narcissa nodded, her lips curling into a soft, knowing smile as she placed her hand over her stomach. "Yes, Draco. I am."
Draco's eyes flicked between his mother and Hermione, his expression unreadable. There was an unspoken tension between the three of them—an understanding that this was not just any ordinary pregnancy. Hermione, standing tall and resolute, exuded a quiet power that had once made Draco uneasy, but now seemed to command his respect.
"I don't know what to say," Draco admitted, his voice faltering slightly as he ran a hand through his blond hair. "This is… unexpected."
Hermione remained silent, her hand still resting on Narcissa's back, offering her silent support. She had known that telling Draco would be a delicate matter, but Narcissa had insisted that he be told sooner rather than later. And now that the truth was out, there was nothing more to do but wait for his reaction.
After what felt like an eternity, Draco finally stood, his expression softening as he approached his mother. "I suppose… congratulations are in order."
Narcissa smiled, her gaze warm as she reached out to take his hand. "Thank you, Draco."
Draco's eyes lingered on his mother's belly for a moment longer before he turned to Hermione, his expression unreadable. "You'll take care of her?" he asked, his voice quiet but firm.
Hermione nodded, meeting Draco's gaze with the same quiet intensity. "I always do."
Draco gave a curt nod before excusing himself, leaving the room in a heavy silence.
Once the door closed behind him, Narcissa let out a soft sigh, her hand absently rubbing her belly as she leaned back in her chair. Hermione's hand slid lower, brushing gently over Narcissa's shoulder as the tension in the room eased.
"Well, that went better than I expected," Narcissa murmured, her lips curving into a small smile. "I thought Draco might faint."
Hermione chuckled softly, her hand slipping around to rest on Narcissa's belly, the warmth of her touch grounding them both. "He handled it well enough."
Narcissa tilted her head back to look up at Hermione, her eyes gleaming with something dark and playful. "And now that he's gone…"
Hermione's brow arched slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she caught the shift in Narcissa's tone. "Now that he's gone, what?"
Narcissa's hand slid down to cover Hermione's, her fingers brushing lightly over the back of Hermione's knuckles. "Now," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "I believe I owe you something."
Hermione's pulse quickened at the shift in the air between them, the quiet tension from earlier now replaced with something far more primal. She had always known that Narcissa could switch moods effortlessly, but the way she was looking up at her now—with that dark, hungry gleam in her eyes—sent a thrill through Hermione's entire body.
Narcissa pushed herself up from the chair, her movements slow and deliberate as she turned to face Hermione. Her belly was more pronounced now, the soft swell of pregnancy making her look even more regal, more alluring. Hermione's eyes flicked downward, her gaze lingering on the curve of Narcissa's belly before meeting the older woman's intense gaze once again.
"You've been so patient with me," Narcissa murmured, her hand trailing up Hermione's arm. "I think it's time I showed you my appreciation."
Hermione swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as Narcissa's hand slid lower, teasing the waistband of her trousers. "You don't have to—"
"I want to," Narcissa interrupted, her voice firm but sultry as her fingers deftly unfastened Hermione's trousers, slipping them down just enough to reveal the hardness beneath. "Let me take care of you."
Hermione's breath hitched as Narcissa knelt before her, the sight of the proud, pregnant witch on her knees making her heart pound with anticipation. Narcissa's hands were steady as she peeled away Hermione's underwear, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as she finally revealed Hermione's length.
For a moment, Narcissa simply looked at her, her lips parting slightly as she licked them in anticipation. Hermione's body tensed, her muscles coiling with need as Narcissa's hand wrapped around her, slow and teasing, the touch almost too light to bear.
"You're always so strong," Narcissa whispered, her voice thick with admiration as she stroked Hermione slowly, her gaze never leaving her face. "So in control. But right now, I'm the one in control."
Hermione moaned softly, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself as Narcissa's touch sent jolts of pleasure through her. The sight of Narcissa, so elegant and composed, her swollen belly pressing against Hermione's thighs as she knelt, only made the sensation more intense.
Narcissa smiled, clearly pleased with Hermione's reaction as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against Hermione's skin. "You've taken such good care of me," she murmured, her lips brushing lightly against the tip of Hermione's cock. "Now let me return the favor."
Without another word, Narcissa took her fully into her mouth, her lips wrapping around Hermione's length with slow, deliberate precision. Hermione gasped, her hands gripping the back of Narcissa's head as the older woman's mouth moved with practiced ease, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before sliding down further.
The sensation was overwhelming—Narcissa's hot, wet mouth, the way her tongue teased and stroked, the weight of her belly pressing against Hermione's thighs. Hermione's body trembled with the effort to hold back, to maintain control, but Narcissa wasn't making it easy. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Narcissa's head moved slowly at first, her lips tightening around Hermione as she took her deeper, her hand stroking the base of her cock in time with her movements. Each pull of Narcissa's mouth sent waves of pleasure through Hermione's body, her mind spinning as the sensation built.
"You feel so good," Narcissa murmured around Hermione's cock, her voice husky with desire as she looked up, her eyes dark with hunger. "Let me hear you."
Hermione groaned, her hands tightening in Narcissa's hair as the older woman took her deeper, her movements faster now, more insistent. The sound of Narcissa's mouth moving over her, the way her lips stretched around Hermione's length, sent Hermione's head spinning. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with each perfect motion of Narcissa's lips and tongue.
But just as the tension coiled tight inside her, Hermione gripped Narcissa's hair a little harder, pulling back gently until her cock slipped from Narcissa's mouth. Narcissa gasped softly, looking up with a mix of surprise and desire, her lips wet and swollen from her efforts.
"I'm not done with you yet," Hermione murmured, her voice thick with lust as she reached down, scooping Narcissa into her arms with ease.
Narcissa's eyes widened for a moment, her breath catching as Hermione lifted her effortlessly. "What are you doing?" she asked, though there was no mistaking the eager anticipation in her voice.
"Taking you to bed," Hermione replied, her voice firm but soft as she cradled Narcissa against her chest, her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "I want to have you properly."
Narcissa's lips curved into a satisfied smile, her arms wrapping around Hermione's neck as she allowed herself to be carried. There was something undeniably intimate about this moment—Hermione, so strong and sure, carrying her with such care, such reverence.
Hermione moved through the manor with purpose, her eyes focused, her heart pounding as she carried Narcissa toward their bedroom. The quiet intimacy of it, the way Narcissa nestled against her with a soft, content sigh, made Hermione's pulse quicken.
When they reached the bedroom, Hermione laid Narcissa down gently on the bed, her hands lingering on Narcissa's belly for a moment before sliding lower, teasing the hem of her dress. Narcissa's breathing quickened, her eyes dark with desire as she watched Hermione undress her, the anticipation building between them with each passing second.
Once Narcissa was bare, her swollen belly exposed, Hermione paused for a moment, her eyes drinking in the sight before her. Narcissa was beautiful—her body soft and full, her pregnancy only adding to her allure. The curve of her belly, the way her breasts had grown heavier, the radiant glow that seemed to envelop her—it all made Hermione's heart race with both desire and admiration.
"You look so beautiful," Hermione whispered, her voice filled with awe as she climbed onto the bed, her body pressing against Narcissa's as her hands explored her curves. "Pregnant with my child… you've never looked more perfect."
Narcissa shuddered at the words, her body arching slightly as Hermione's hands moved lower, caressing her hips, her thighs, before settling between her legs. She was already wet, slick with desire, and Hermione's fingers slid easily against her, teasing her entrance.
"I want you," Narcissa whispered, her voice breathy as she gazed up at Hermione, her eyes dark with need. "Please, Hermione. I need you inside me."
Hermione didn't hesitate. She positioned herself between Narcissa's legs, her hard cock pressing against Narcissa's wet heat, the anticipation making her pulse quicken. Slowly, deliberately, she pushed inside, filling Narcissa completely in one smooth, steady motion.
Narcissa moaned, her head falling back against the pillows as Hermione's cock stretched her, filling her so deeply that she could feel every inch. The sensation was overwhelming—the fullness, the heat, the way Hermione's body fit so perfectly against hers.
Hermione groaned as she bottomed out inside Narcissa, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. Narcissa was so tight, so wet, her body clenching around Hermione's cock in a way that made it nearly impossible to hold back. But Hermione wanted to savor this, to take her time.
"You feel so good," Hermione whispered, her voice thick with pleasure as she began to move, her hips rocking gently at first, setting a slow, steady rhythm. "You're perfect like this. Pregnant with our child. I've never wanted you more."
Narcissa's breath hitched, her body arching beneath Hermione's as she wrapped her legs around Hermione's waist, pulling her closer, deeper. The feeling of being filled so completely, the weight of Hermione's body pressing against her, sent shivers of pleasure through her, making her moan softly.
"Harder," Narcissa gasped, her hands gripping Hermione's shoulders as she urged her on. "Please, Hermione. I need more."
Hermione's grip on Narcissa's hips tightened, and she began to move faster, her thrusts deeper and harder, filling Narcissa with each powerful motion. The sound of their bodies meeting, the slickness of Narcissa's heat as Hermione thrust into her, filled the room, the intensity of the moment building with each movement.
"You look so beautiful," Hermione whispered again, her voice strained with pleasure as she thrust harder, her eyes locked on Narcissa's swollen belly. "Carrying our child… you're everything I've ever wanted."
Narcissa moaned, her body trembling beneath Hermione's as the pleasure built inside her, her muscles clenching around Hermione's cock with each deep thrust. The sensation of being taken like this, so completely, so thoroughly, made her body ache with need, every nerve alight with pleasure.
"Hermione," Narcissa gasped, her nails digging into Hermione's shoulders as she felt herself nearing the edge, her body tightening as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. "I'm going to—"
"Come for me," Hermione growled, her voice low and commanding as she thrust even harder, her cock driving deep into Narcissa's body. "Let me feel you come."
Narcissa cried out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm tore through her, the pleasure crashing over her in powerful waves. Her muscles clenched tight around Hermione's cock, her entire body trembling as she came, her hands gripping Hermione's shoulders as if she were holding on for dear life.
Hermione groaned, the feeling of Narcissa's body tightening around her driving her closer to the edge. With a few more powerful thrusts, she followed her over the edge, her own orgasm crashing through her as she emptied herself inside Narcissa, her body trembling with the force of her release.
For a moment, they lay there, tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Hermione's hands rested on Narcissa's belly, her thumb gently stroking the soft skin as they both caught their breath.
"You're incredible," Hermione murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Narcissa's forehead. "So beautiful. So perfect."
Narcissa smiled, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she leaned into Hermione's touch. "And you're everything I need."