I could easily see that she was at the edge of a release, so I decided to finally stop my gentle approach, trusting the lust potion and her own overcharged state to do the rest.
I sat on her legs, and pressed one hand on the small of her back to keep her sufficiently immobile.
Then, I reached for my wand and cast a very low powered conducive charm to further disoriented her.
I licked my fingers, and pushed two fingers into her pussy, burying all of my digits inside her. A shocked cry left her mouth, but I didn't stop even for a moment, my fingers slipping in and out without any mercy.
"Son, what are-" she started, only to be interrupted by a moan.
She tried to stand up, but the light pressure from my hand was enough to keep her in place.
"Son, please- please stop. It's not right?"
"Come on mom, isn't it better than waiting until I was asleep then rubbing yourself until you fell unconscious. At least, by this way, you are receiving my full attention."
"You were awake!" she exclaimed in shock, not even bothering to deny.
"Yeah, I was," I said.
"But don't worry, it's not a bother. It's not like we are having sex. It's just a massage in a different way, and I'm always willing to help you, mom. You are precious to me."
My last words, added to the already confusing cacophony she was suffering under, was enough to silence her completely.
She just lay there, wordless, writhing under my fingers. Soon, an orgasm hit her with the full force, filling the room with her cries, her warm juices flowing around my fingers.
Still, I haven't slowed down a bit, pushing my fingers deep inside her again and again without mercy.
Seconds turned into minutes, but only moans escaped her mouth as I finger-banged her without mercy.
Then, after the fourth earth-shattering orgasm, she finally fell unconscious. I made sure to put her panties and bra on, then dressed her in the negligee.
Then I pulled the cover over us, wrapped my arms around her, and let her sleep to catch-up with me.
….
In the morning, I had managed to wake up before Narcissa, which was a lucky turn since I had forgotten to set up an alarm.
Her waking up before me would have been bad, panicking without my attempts to manage the fallout.
But since I was awake before her, I had some time to prepare the field.
I reached for the tube of lust cream I had leveraged last night, and spread a generous dab over her inner thigh once more, enjoying the every second my hands were exploring her skin.
I wanted her to wake up horny and disoriented, which would prove productive for my manipulation attempts.
With the massage complete, I wrapped my arms around her torso, and started waiting for her to wake up.
Of course, my hands continued caressing her body, assisting the impact of the cream, not to mention enjoying the opportunity provided. I just did it slower, careful not to wake up.
It took a while for the cream, triggered by the cream and my touches, she started stirring.
"Good morning, mom," I said, my voice cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"
"Good morning to you too, Draco," she answered, her voice as hesitant as it was the first day. "I slept well," she murmured.
"Happy to hear that, mom," I said, tightening my hold on her, my hands moving across her belly. She tried to get away, but I didn't allow it despite her struggling.
"Draco," she said with a trembling voice, barely above a whisper. "I need to visit the bathroom, could you let me go please."
"Sorry, mom," I answered, loosening my arms, but caressing the bottom of her spectacular breasts, and earning an erotic tremble for my efforts.
I watched as she stood up, walking towards the bathroom, not caring about the lack of her panties, her nightwear a poor substitute.
I stood up as well, and spoke before she could disappear at the bathroom door.
"I have things to do as well, so I see you in the evening," I said as I walked towards her, who suddenly looked like a cornered rabbit as what I was saying clicked.
Uncaring, I leaned forward and placed a small peck on her cheek, then walked away, satisfied to see her hand was raised almost automatically, caressing the trail that was left by my lips.
….
After a quick shower in my room, I was ready to go out to support my plans. My first destination was Grimmauld Place. It had been a week since Kreacher's amulet had been taken.
He must have been tortured by its absence enough to make him willing to do anything to get it back, especially if those recommendations were about to come from a pureblood offspring of Black Family.
I appeared a few streets away from the house, already wrapped in a disillusionment charm.
I saw just how good of an idea it was when I noticed two robed figures sticking like a sore thumb, clearly Death Eaters, new recruits if their sheer stupidity and incompetence was any indicator.
Carefully, I walked towards the door, relaxing only after I slid under the Fidelius' cover. Then I turned the knob open, and sneaked inside.
Despite expecting, I was still startled by the sudden appearance of Kreacher, his hands raised, ready to blast.
"Stop, Kreacher," I said, my voice rising in panic. I dispelled my cloaking spell after seeing no immediate attack.
"Who are you," Kreacher asked, suspicion flowing off him like a river. Still, he halted his attack, allowing me to make my case.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, Heir of the Malfoys and a son of the Blacks." The way Kreacher's face lighted up was enough to put a smile, even to the face of a cynical bastard like me.
After all, the loyalty and commitment of the house elves was something to behold, especially considering just how little they expected in return.
Wizards were truly idiots not showing them the slightest appreciation. "I came to visit the house of my ancestors."