Divination Tower-
Harry was on his way to the secret room, he had just walked out of the Headmaster's office. Before he had entered Dumbledore's study he heard a conversation between Slughorn and the Headmaster. Apparently, the headmaster had found poison in a bottle of mead that Slughorn had gifted him. While the Headmaster was sure that it wasn't Slughorn's doing, the Headmaster did want to know who else had access to Slughorn's quarters.
Before he could listen more, the door opened and Slughorn had stormed out for some unknown reason. He then spent an hour at the Headmaster's study learning about Voldemort via the 'Pensive' memories.
It was obvious that it was Malfoy's doing, the poisoned bottle of mulled mead was an assassination plan the Malfoy heir had thought up on his own, and since, he had complete access to Malfoy's mind and memories; he knew that for a fact. He had used his connection to Malfoy's mind to his advantage from time to time, and so he possessed the pureblood tosser and used the fool for tying up loose ends in the Slytherin house's populace.
Malfoy was no longer his concern. He had covered his tracks well with handling Malfoy, and handling Snape was just a matter of time, he could do nothing about the Dungeon bat now but when the time is right he was confident that he won't fail. And the rest of his plans depended on Dumbledore's moves; all he had to do is countermove against the Headmaster. Furthermore, he found out about Malfoy's plan of repairing the 'Vanishing Cabinet' in the 'room of hidden things', and he had no intention of stopping the fool, so he had called the elves off of Malfoy's tracks. Only Pansy still followed the idiot around, and that was only because he didn't tell Parkinson that he had complete access to Malfoy's mind, mainly because he honestly didn't care enough to tell her that.
With many of his plans finished and the remaining problems under control, he was thoroughly enjoying life in school. His studies were rather easy, having Voldemort's overpowered Legilimency skills, all he had to do is use his passive Legilimency probes on the hardworking students in class and his immediate problems were far from being a concern. It explained why he had the best grades in all his classes even when he goofed around most of the times, while everyone else worked day and night just to keep up with him. On the outside, what he did was wrong but with his moral compass being as corrupted as it is, he didn't mind using shortcuts.
Divination Tower was one of the most isolated places in the castle, most students and staff avoided the tower altogether fearing one, Sybil Trelawney. Above that, the tower like most other towers in the castle was out of bounds for students except for classes and this was one of the few rules the students happily followed.
As he was navigating through the empty corridors, he saw someone standing around a corner leaning on the wall. He walked to the person, only to see that it was Luna. The eccentric blonde girl was standing there as if she was expecting him to arrive.
As he walked to her the short blonde girl turned to him and greeted, "Hi Harry…"
"Hi, Luna… What are you doing here?" He asked curiously.
She spoke casually, "I was looking for Ginny. Can you take me to her?"
His eyes narrowed briefly, he asked the eccentric girl carefully, "How do you know she's here?"
"Nargles told me that I should meet her here. They told me that I would have a lot of fun." Luna spoke serenely as if she was half-asleep.
He didn't know how Luna knew these things, but he decided to indulge himself in the girl's eccentrics. He caught her right shoulder with his left hand and he walked to the entrance of the secret room while gently pushing the girl with him. It was an empty wall in the middle of a corridor with no rooms; he placed his right hand on the wall. All of a sudden, they were both pulled inside the solid wall. They phased through the wall in an instant and they reached the hidden passageway behind it. Luna didn't care in the least; she shrugged off his grip on her shoulder and she happily skipped in through the barely lit corridors heading towards the secret room's door.
He hurried to the door and he saw Luna waiting for him to open the door. He walked beside her and he asked her, "Who told you about this room?"
"The Nargles…" She replied with complete sincerity. Harry sighed as he decided to go with the popular theory about the girl being an untrained Seer with powerful abilities of 'Sight'; she had the skill of foresight.
Luna saw things long before it happened; it drove her to near-insanity, which made sense why she was so eccentric, which also made sense why he couldn't read Luna via Legilimency, her mind was too unstable for him to glean anything of use.
He opened the door for the blonde girl and she walked in excitedly. By the right-side wall of the room, Ginny was sitting on her knees, completely naked with a white ball gag on her mouth. A black collar around her neck with a metal chain attached to it that was pinned to the wall, her hands tied to her back, her legs spread apart, and two metal pendulum bobs hanging on strings, one from her arsehole and the other from her pussy.
Since their classes were over for the day, he had ordered the Weasley slut to come to the room and prepare herself. And Ginny was good at taking orders especially if she liked what was coming her way.
He carefully watched Luna's expressions; she wasn't surprised in the least to see Ginny in such a condition. The Weasley slut, on the other hand, she started struggling against the bonds as soon as she saw Luna. Luna was Ginny's friend, so she being humiliated by Harry and to be seen by Luna was the last thing she had in her mind.
He stared at Ginny and the ball gag disappeared, Ginny spoke almost immediately, "Harry, what is Luna doing here?"
He didn't answer instead Luna answered for him, "Nargles told me to find you here, Gin." Ginny was about to protest further, but he gave a stern stare and that silenced her instantly.
Harry conjured a chair and he placed it on the ground, he spoke, "Luna, come here and take a seat."
The eccentric blonde gave him a curious look but she did as told. Just as she sat, he conjured a chair and he sat on it facing her. He reached forward and he gently placed the pointer and middle fingers on her temples, he established direct eye-to-eye contact and he used his Legilimency. For the next twenty minutes, he did his best to repair her mind, he reaffirmed her thoughts and he made her believe in her skills as a Seer, he took away all the doubts making her a bit more confident and then he used the connection to build a protective mind shield to help her focus. When he was done, she was no longer the 'Loony' that she had chosen to believe; she at long last became the weird but stable girl, Luna Lovegood.
Harry then disconnected his mind with her and she slowly came out of the trance he had induced her in. "Now, that's better…" He commented as Luna stared at him peculiarly.
"What did you do, Harry?" Luna asked a bit clearer than before.
"Just something to help you..." He replied with a smirk.
Luna stood up from the chair and she viewed the big room, her gaze landed on the king-size bed on the other side of the room. She turned to face him and she excitedly told him, "The Nargles are all around the bed, it's calling for us, Harry."
Having been in her mind, he realised that she named her visions as Nargles and other imaginary creatures. She saw bits and pieces of images from subjective futures all at the same time, her visions were never a clear picture, but the general intent could be gathered from the visions.
Luna caught his hand and she excitedly pulled him towards the bed as she walked to it. When they reached the bed, he resisted her pull and when she turned to face him confusedly, he spoke to her carefully, "Luna, I can now see the things you are seeing, the images, but, I don't want you making this decision just because you saw it happen or not. I need you to make the decision only if you want it."
Luna simply stepped on the bed, she stood up and now she was taller than him and so he looked up to face her. Luna simply leaned her head down and kissed him, he kissed her back and she followed his lead until she broke for air. Luna was new to kissing, she had never kissed this intensely before but he didn't mind her lack of skill.
He took that as confirmation as he turned to stare at Ginny who was glaring at them. All of a sudden, the chain attached to her collar disappeared and she was telekinetically pulled up, she levitated above the ground with just her toes touching the floor. She felt a pull forward as she was dragged to the other side of the room, to Harry, with only her toes tracing along the floor.
Ginny was thrown face first into the soft mattress of the bed, her hands still tied to her back; there was slight bruising on her kneecaps indicating that she has been sitting on her knees for a while now. "Master…" The Weasley slut whined at him.
He circled his hand around Luna's waist and he asked her, "Do you want revenge, Luna?"
Luna couldn't answer because she had never thought of it before; Ginny had always forced her into using her mouth for pleasure. Even during breaks between classes, Ginny had often taken her to broom closets so that she can pleasure her only friend in class, and whenever Ginny cummed she was supposed to lap all the juices, and if she did, Ginny would give her a peck on the lips. She liked using her tongue on Ginny's pussy as it made Ginny happy and she was never angry about it, so she didn't care much for revenge.
The blonde girl gave him an uncertain look and he decided that she would need some incentive. "Let me change your mind, my little Luna."
With that, he placed his hands on her shoulder and he expertly slid the Ravenclaw robes off her figure. He then traced his hand down to her waist and he hooked his hands on to the hem of her sleeveless jumper and he pulled it up over her head. He picked up the Ravenclaw robes and the jumper and he whipped it away to the floor. He reached his hands to her neck and he caught hold of her white shirt and in a flash, he ripped her shirt and all the buttons popped as he pulled it off her, he saw her beautiful petite body with milky-white soft skin.
Luna gave him a fearful look, seeing him tear her shirt with his bare hands had frightened her. He placed his fingers on her collarbone and he traced it over to her shoulder blades and then he fluidly slid his hands down her body to her hips, from there he reached for her butts. Luna who was standing on the bed felt nervous when he placed his hands on her butts. In a swift sweep, he swept her legs and she fell back on the bed before she could even guess what was happening, she felt him pulling her skirt off her legs and dropping it on the floor.
He once again leaned over her and he kissed her softly, "I'll be gentle since this is your first time." She nervously nodded her head in agreement.
Harry came back to her legs and he took off her shoes and he dropped them to the floor, he decided to leave the long black socks and the tie on as it made the sweet girl look sexy. With that, he brought his hands to her hips and he hooked his fingers on the waistline of her plain white knickers and he gently tugged them down to her ankles. He placed his right hand on her belly button and he reached up to her bra, he fish-hooked his pointer finger on the centre strap of her bra between her breasts and he tugged at her unmentionables which vanished into thin air.
He viewed the naked girl with appreciation, she was just five foot three, very slim, a slim belly, long blonde hair perfect for a good grip, 30-A size breasts a little too small for his liking but perfectly proportional to her physique and her butt too was small but it seemed overly juicy. Her thin virgin slit and the mound of blonde hair above was one of the most enticing things he had ever seen, it looked so tight that he almost lost control for a minute.
Meanwhile, Luna couldn't believe that she was lying fully naked in front of Harry wearing only her tie and socks, all the while beside her naked best friend. She timidly crossed her legs together and crossed her arms over her breasts in order to preserve her nakedness. She watched as Harry reached towards Ginny and caught her red hair, she viewed carefully as he pulled her up until she was on her knees facing Harry. Luna watched curiously, the grip on Ginny's hair seemed painful but her best friend was smiling lustfully at Harry, just like whenever she pleasured Ginny's pussy with her tongue.
He pulled Ginny up by her hair and he kissed on the crook of her neck. He whispered in Ginny's ear, "What are you?"
"I'm your slut, master." Ginny answered obediently while biting her lower lips.
Ginny never pleasured Luna; it was always the other way around, so he decided to make the redhead do it for a change. He caught Luna's left ankle and he turned her body so to align with the bed's length and he gripped into Ginny's hair a little tighter and he pushed her head down to Luna's crotch. He forced his hands in between Luna's locked thighs and he forcefully parted them apart and he simultaneously pushed Ginny's face in between Luna's legs.
Ginny immediately reached her tongue out and began licking on Luna's thin slit, parting her folds every time she gave a long lick. She sucked on Luna's clit and the blonde girl began moaning out loud, "Ooohhh…" Having never experienced oral sex or any other form of sex before, she couldn't even fathom the pleasure she was feeling.
He let his grip on Ginny's hair loose and he bent down to the moaning Luna and he whispered in her ear. Just as soon as he whispered, Luna straddled her legs around the redheaded slut's neck, supporting her thighs on Ginny's shoulder. The legs kept Ginny's head in place as she kept eating Luna's pussy.
He realised something as Luna was moaning in bliss, Luna wanted to experiment in bed but she didn't want to lose her virginity. Usually, he wouldn't have cared about this kind of thing in the least. Unlike Petunia, Pansy and Ginny whose feelings he didn't give a damn about, he actually cared for Luna's feelings. Like him, Luna too had suffered, he connected with her more than just as friends, not enough to be a girlfriend but he didn't exactly see her as a sexual toy either, just someone he had commonalities with. He mused deeply for a few minutes and finally with great difficulty, he restrained his arousal and decided that he was going to honour her feelings even if she herself was unsure about it.
Harry fondly smirked as he had an epiphany, he was corrupt and there was no doubt about it but he still had some values left within him. He was corrupt but not a complete bastard.
He walked around the bed and he sat beside a moaning Luna, who was at the edge of going over. Ginny was on her knees, hunched over on top of Luna's pussy, her head down and her arse up in the air like a good submissive bitch. He reached his hand over her back and he touched the ropes that had her hands tied to her back and immediately the ropes disappeared leaving her hands free. He caught her wrists in his hands and he guided her hands over to Luna's petite tits. Ginny understood what she had to do, she began fondling Luna's tits and she played with her nipples as she tweaked them occasionally. That sent Luna over the edge and the small innocent blonde girl began cumming, "Ahhh…ah…ah…" Luna bucked her hips and wailed out loud as she kept cumming; meanwhile, the Weasley slut slurped up Luna's cum and swallowed it without hesitation.
Luna's legs limply fell to Ginny's side and the redheaded girl grinned proudly as she licked her own lips with her tongue so as not to miss any of the juices that had splashed on her face. Luna laid there on the bed, breathing hard and exhausted with her legs spread apart. She smiled at him contently and he leaned closer to the blonde girl and he kissed her on her lips softly yet passionately. Just as he detached, Luna grinned happily as she couldn't believe that she had kissed a boy and had oral sex from a girl on the same day.
He looked at Ginny and saw that she was giving him a longing look; he smirked at her cruelly as it was her punishment for all her works. He reached to the Weasley slut's arse and he caught the metal pendulum bobs hanging on the string and he pulled on them. Ginny wailed, "MASTERRR…" And slowly the beads in her pussy and the plug inside her arsehole came out as he pulled and it hung on the strings.
He wandlessly 'banished' the toys as he conjured a very flexible double-sided dildo. Ginny wasted no time as she crawled forward and began fondling and sucking on Luna's nipples. He nudged the dildo into Ginny's folds and it slid in easily, and when it was half in, he whispered something into Ginny's ear.
Ginny quickly got up and she caught the remaining dildo hanging outside her pussy and she nudged the tip of the other edge on Luna's dripping folds. Luna jerked in shock but did nothing to dissuade Ginny.
He whispered some comforting things into Luna's ear as Ginny penetrated the dildo inside. It took some time but Ginny completely slid the remaining half of the dildo into Luna's pussy. And when both their love holes were connected with the toy inside them, Ginny bounced on it for a few minutes before leaning forward over Luna and captured Luna's lips with hers. Their breasts squeezed together as they passionately kissed while both the girls kept thrusting and grinding their pussy. Ginny was teaching Luna how to use their tongue while French kissing.
It was a sexy sight, seeing Ginny arched on top of Luna, their breasts squeezed together, their love holes connected, each of them snogging like there was no tomorrow. He desperately wanted to get on top of Ginny and pound her puckered arsehole and fondle the girls' squeezed breasts until both the girls pass out in pleasure, but he held himself if only barely.
With that, he walked to the long end of the bed and he viewed the two girls blissfully engaged in a hot session of bodily roaming and pleasure. He slowly backed away from the bed as he distanced himself from the girls.
He briefly wondered why women could experiment in bed with other women and not feel weird about it, but men can't even remotely stand the nudity of other men. As soon as he had that thought, a displeasing mental picture of his normal Monday morning came to his mind, his roommates loudly arguing over who will get the next turn in the shower and he instantly began regretting it.
And then, he decided to leave the room and give the girls some peace so to experiment without any interruptions. But before that, he gently probed Ginny's mind via Legilimency and he placed some long-lasting orders in her mind, now Ginny would feel the inborn need to pleasure Luna more than Luna can pleasure her.
He thought it would be best if Luna learned about the art of sex from Ginny, as it would eliminate the risk of Luna being manipulated by other boys with skewered intent like himself such as Edward Rosier. While he would only manipulate and use a woman to his liking, boys like Rosier wouldn't stop until they turn unassuming innocent girls like Luna into cock-starved slave whores. As much as he didn't give a damn about the women he used for sex, he didn't exactly like sharing them with others either, he was possessive like that and he loved his sense of privacy. As such, he left the room with the mental picture of a naked Ginny on top of a naked Luna.
Several Hours Later-
The curfew had begun and Harry was aimlessly roaming the halls of the castle. All the female prefects had left together, Hermione and the fifth year female prefect from their house left with the Hufflepuff girls, while Slytherin and Ravenclaw had banded together. Apparently, the aurors who were protecting the castle's outer perimeter found some unusual activity of centaurs in the forbidden forest; hence they made it very clear that even inside the castle, at night, prefects must travel with a companion or two.
He, on the other hand, didn't feel like partnering with the other boys for prefect rounds. And since none of the other prefects including the Headboy Hamish from Ravenclaw and Headgirl Celena from Slytherin ever questioned one of his decisions, he was free to roam the halls alone despite the aurors' warning. It was mostly because when the prefect rounds come to an end; professor McGonagall often asked him or Hamish to check the castle once again.
The thing was that he was stressed; he's been in abstinence for the last week. He had wanted to relax by fucking Ginny this afternoon, but with Luna interrupting him, he couldn't follow through with his plan and he was left feeling frustrated.
Soon the rounds ended and they were all dismissed back to their dormitories. Professor McGonagall was going to re-check the castle today; hence he or Hamish wasn't tasked with it. When he reached his dorm room it was around half past eleven, he quickly took the Marauders' map out of his trunk and then he opened it with a whisper, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
It was common knowledge that after the prefect rounds and after the professors retired to their rooms, students would once again try to sneak around the dark castle halls. Filch and his cat would try to catch such students, but even the caretaker was bound to retire for some rest at some point. He was using the moonlight from the window beside his bed to watch the footsteps moving around in the map.
To his surprise, he saw two footsteps quickly heading up the stairways that would lead to the hall of hexes on the seventh floor; it was Ron's and Lavender's footsteps. He immediately gave a wave and his wand appeared in his right hand and with the tip of his wand, he gave a tap on his spectacles. The transparent glasses of his specs turned into a light shade of red and he peered across the room to Ron's bed. He immediately noticed the magic flowing around the illusionary barrier around the bed, which made it seem like someone was sleeping under the covers. He smirked at the illusion and then he focused on the footsteps disappearing into the Room of Requirement, and he once again went back to watching the movements on the map.
Then he noticed Ginny's footsteps on the map, simply standing in one place inside the secret room and then he saw Luna's steps appearing on the map for a brief second before both the girls' names went still. He assumed that both the girls were still enjoying themselves in the secret room. He was a little impressed by the duration of how long their sex went on.
He noticed a few other couples sneaking the halls of the castle. As he was watching the map, his stressed mind finally caught up to him, as he closed the map and pulled the covers trying his best to sleep.
Outside Hogwarts (Three Days Later)-
A boulder easily the size of a chair slowly moved sideways scratching the ground below, as it moved, it revealed a passageway below. It was just outside Hogsmeade; Harry levitated out of the passageway. He had used the passage behind the mirror on the fourth floor's west side corridor. Since the passage was completely caved-in just as Sirius had claimed back in his third year, earlier this year, in the beginning, he simply 'banished' the boulders away and reinforced the strength of the ceiling walls so to use it later on.
Today, he was hoping to get some things accomplished during his limited window of opportunity because Dumbledore was on an ICW meeting and it was a dull Saturday. Hermione was in the library with several Ravenclaw seventh-year girls, trying to plan ahead for her NEWTs next year. And he didn't feel like spending time in school, he wanted to do something useful yet dangerous and fun. And he knew that no one would notice his absence for the rest of the day, so he decided to do it. Hence, he quickly walked to the edge of the forest and he 'disapparated' away with a pop.
Swinley Forest (Berkshire)-
Harry was comfortably sitting on an armchair inside a less known Black family Manor's dining hall, waiting for a certain someone to show up via the floo. The Manor was just like Grimmauld Place, heavily warded by the best wards there is, made unplottable, undetectable and virtually impenetrable.
The reason why he even knew about this place was that of his control over Malfoy's mind. Draco thought that this place was a secret hideout of sorts that his mother and her sister maintained as part of a Black family contingency. Draco had found this place when he followed his mother during the summer break in order to test his skill at stealth having trained under his aunt Bellatrix for the assassination mission the Dark Lord had assigned him. When he couldn't find the house's existence in his family properties registry at Gringotts, he had assumed that it was some sort of secret facility that his mother and aunt kept out of all official records or either as a Black family property.
Harry, however, had a different theory, seeing Draco's memories from a third person's point of view gave him a different vibe. To him, Narcissa's secrecy didn't seem like it was something she, Bellatrix or her husband had concocted, to him it seemed like Narcissa was up to something else. And so, he permanently erased the memories from Draco's mind and he began his investigation individually.
The first thing, he did was infiltrating the Manor, which turned out to be rather easy considering how he was the new head of the Noble House of Black, a title inherited from his blood-adopted father, hence the wards allowed him inside. Since the wards allowed him inside, it also confirmed Malfoy's hunch of how his mother Narcissa kept it a secret from everyone else, she kept it hidden under her maiden name.
And so, he placed monitoring charms on all the 'glass' products inside the Manor, any and all reflecting surface connected directly to his specs. And so, from time to time, he got live images of Narcissa's amorous activities inside the Manor with her numerous sex partners, whose memories she took when she was done with them, in order to leave no loose ends, so that nothing could be traced back to her in any way. He realised that with Lucius Malfoy in Azkaban, it gave Narcissa a lot of free time on her hands, which she effectively used and thoroughly enjoyed. After that, it was only a matter of time, he did some digging on his side and he found missives and archived files in the Black family Library which was maintained by one Walburga Black. From those files, he came to the knowledge of how Narcissa acquired the Manor.
Narcissa came to the Manor every Saturday afternoon to update her coffers just before she could head out and bring her new sex partner for the day. As such, he was waiting for her to arrive. Until finally, the burning fire in the fireplace turned green, and a blonde woman clad in costly black robes stepped out of the fireplace. As soon as the woman entered, she noticed him sitting in the armchair. She immediately took another handful of floo powder and tried to step back into the green fire of the fireplace, but as she threw the floo powder at her feet, it didn't work, instead, the green fire disappeared completely.
She once again stepped out and drew her wand, she yelled, "Avada Kedavra…" And the green beam of the killing curse was flung at him.
He telekinetically levitated the metal stool nearby and he blocked the killing curse in its path. Since it was metal, the 'killing curse' simply bounced off of it. The woman didn't finish, she followed through with a 'cutting curse' that split the stool into two halves. And another 'cutting curse' followed behind her previous one, this one headed straight for his neck, but it never connected, the curse dissipated as it made contact with an invisible barrier a few inches in front of him.
The woman powered another curse, but he was faster, he telekinetically manipulated the woman's cape-like robes. The cape pulled her backwards, sending her stumbling out of balance. As she fell backwards, the curse that she was powering was released accidentally and the red spell made contact with the ceiling, leaving a singed hole in the ceiling. Her cloak started to surround her head and just as she opened her mouth to scream, the cloth went into her mouth and began suffocating her. In her moment of weakness, as she was desperately trying to pull the gagging clothes out of her mouth, he disarmed her with a 'disarming spell' and the cloth that was trying to suffocate her stopped choking her altogether.
She pulled the cloak out of her mouth and started gasping for air as she sat up; the adrenaline in her system caused her to stumble towards her wand that was on the floor. Just as she was about to reach for it, the wand shot out of the ground and away from her, she turned to look at him, only to see him playfully twirling her wand in his hand.
"Please, Mrs Malfoy, don't make a fool out of yourself…, take a seat and let's unwind ourselves, shall we?" He motioned for her to sit in another armchair.
Narcissa noticed the subtle yet menacing gaze of the man sitting in the chair. He had defeated her in a short duel and he had done it both wandlessly and non-verbally. His display over magic portrayed his frighteningly raw power. She knew that she wasn't as talented in duelling as her sister Bellatrix, but she was more than capable to defeating a sixth-year student in combat, but despite that, he had defeated her and moreover, he had done it almost effortlessly. And so, she grudgingly obliged as she took a seat in the other armchair that he had pointed at.
"This is my house. You're not supposed to be in here, Potter." Narcissa snapped at him as soon as she took her seat.
"No, Mrs Malfoy, this house is a Black family property."
Narcissa interrupted him, "…Under my care…"
"Under the care of Narcissa Black, not Malfoy…and you are Mrs Malfoy, aren't you?" He corrected her on technical terms.
"I'm Narcissa Malfoy nee Black…"
He grinned at her mockingly, "This house was entrusted to your care by Walburga Black long before your marriage to Lucius Malfoy. But you didn't bother changing the surname in the deed after your marriage because when Walburga passed away, it came to be under your permanent care. As such, the first priority of this house's ownership rested in the hands of the Head of House Black, since the name listed in the deed is of Black family origin. Hence, in the name of magic, I simply claimed this Manor as my own personal property along with everything in it."
"You're not the Head of House Black; you just inherited the properties from Sirius, the ancient magic that surrounds the house will not accept your authority..." Narcissa spoke in the context, referring to the old pureblood laws and ancient magic that protected the Noble House of Black.
He raised his right hand and he brought it to the side of his face and two rings suddenly became visible, one on his ring finger and the other on his pointer finger. The Malfoy house matriarch scrutinised the ring on his ring finger only to notice the House of Black insignia engraved on it.
Narcissa's eyes widened in shock as it was undoubtedly the same ring that signified the Head of House Black's authority, "As the blood-adopted son of Sirius Orion Black, I am now the Head of House Black, and with that being said, I have every right." She knew that if he was able to wear the ring without dying, then he was the legitimate lord of the Noble House of Black.
"Why didn't you take the necessary steps to register this house in your name?" He asked her as if he already knew the answer.
Narcissa didn't reply, she instead stared at him impassively, and so he continued to aggravate her, "I guess you didn't think of it as a necessity because if you had changed the name, then your husband would have found out about this Manor's existence from the magical register in Gringotts. If he had found out about this property, then he would have surely known of your hobby to shag random men whenever it caught your fancy. He can't blame you though since your husband is more sexually inclined towards young boys rather than real women."
His attempt at antagonising worked beautifully as Narcissa drew the hidden knife from under the sleeve of her robes and threw it at him, hoping to kill him. The knife flew towards him at breakneck speeds, but it stopped just inches before his face, it was left suspended in mid-air right in front of him, and just then, his amused smirk widened a little and the knife simply disintegrated into dust.
"I'll consider that nerve touched…" He spoke to her with a dry chuckle while the Malfoy matriarch gnashed her teeth together in both frustration and horror. She didn't know where he got his information, but she realised that he was rather very well-informed.
"If you don't let me out, I'll call for the Dark Lord." She unrolled her right sleeve showing him the Dark Mark; it was her final desperate attempt at escaping.
"Go ahead…"
"I'm not bluffing." Narcissa knew that if the Dark Lord found her with Potter, she would most likely die, but it was a risk that she was willing to take.
His smirk grew even wider, "Neither, am I!" She narrowed her eyes in anger and she surged her magic and tried to send a signal out via her mark, but for some reason, her magic wasn't firing.
"You see, Mrs Malfoy. As you stated earlier, this house is protected by ancient magic, so I am the Head of House Black and you are a Black family member and we're in a Black family property and in here, you're under my mercy, so, unless you have your wand, you can't use magic or leave this ground." He surmised her current circumstance.
Narcissa understood that she had no other option but to indulge Potter and getting her wand back from him. Her glare never reduced, but she asked nonetheless, "What do you want?"
"That's a complicated question. You see, I'm hopelessly stuck in a game Dumbledore and Voldemort are playing. In their game, I'm nothing but a mere pawn, a means to an end. War is inevitable. Since its quickly approaching; I'm creating potential advantages for myself, so to survive, as it were. I need you to…"
He was rudely interrupted as the pureblood woman answered, "No…"
"I wasn't finished." He retorted calmly.
"You don't have to. I know what you want and this is my definitive answer, no, I won't be your pawn inside the Dark Lord's ranks." Narcissa replied forcefully.
He watched her closely for a moment and he asked, "Hence, are you saying that you won't mind if I killed your son and his protector Snape, for their nefarious attempts at assassinating Dumbledore?" Narcissa's eyes widened in shock because she couldn't believe it, this boy had somehow found out about her son's mission, the mission that Dark Lord had entrusted to Draco. In the worst case scenario, the entire Order of the Phoenix knew of this, which meant that her son's life was in imminent danger.
He guessed what was going on in her mind, hence he spoke to ease her mind, "Don't worry, no one else knows, I'm the only one who bothered to track your son's movements. It wasn't even that hard, some spying and eavesdropping were enough to find out what they were planning. You see, they weren't exactly subtle. Arrogance can be a weakness, something you folks clearly don't care about."
While Narcissa didn't believe him, she had something else in mind, "Please, I beg of you, don't harm my son." Narcissa literally begged.
"I have no intention of harming him, but unless you feed me the regularly updated information that I want, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine something dangerous happening to your son, accidentally of course." His threat was dispassionate yet all the more real.
The pureblood woman went into deep thought for a few minutes as if she was weighing her options, "Say, if I choose to do this, what guarantees will you grant me?"
He stood up from his seat and walked to the fireplace, he stoked the simmering fire as he answered, "Guarantees, huh? For one, you get access to this house, so you can move your coffers upstairs to somewhere else of your choosing, coffers under the floorboards which are filled with Galleons, diamonds, emeralds and rubies."
Narcissa snapped her head when she heard him say that, she really wanted to know where he got his information, but she further listened carefully, "Two, I will spare your son, he'll be relatively unharmed." She eased a little and she silently waited for more, "And three, I always take care of my assets, I'll make sure that you have a comfortable life, away from all this, once all my goals are reached of course."
For the next few minutes, Narcissa thought long and hard, and then she spoke, "Fine, I'll be your pawn."
"Excellent, let's seal the deal, shall we?" He turned around to her and he paced behind her.
"What do you mean?" Narcissa asked suspiciously.
He walked behind her chair and he placed both his hand on her shoulder as he bent down and whispered in her ear, "You know exactly what I meant."
Narcissa immediately understood what he was implying, she shrugged his hands off of her shoulders and turned around in her seat to face him, she spoke angrily, "You, revolting bastard."
He further leaned closer to her face and he replied calmly, "I won't disagree with you, Mrs Malfoy. However, I don't think you have the right to judge me given all the immoral things you've done in this house with over dozens of men, who don't even remember you."
She glared at him for a long minute and he stared back at her with equal intensity in his gaze. And finally, her gaze faltered as she succumbed to his threatening offer.
Narcissa liked bad men; it was one of the main reasons why she was attracted to Lucius during her school years. Now, Harry Potter was showing his true side to her, he wasn't this selfless, naïve, heroic boy that everyone was made to believe, no, he was this vile and evil man, without an ounce of morality, and it aroused her.
However, there was one problem, the man staring at her was an alpha male, who loved to dominate others in every aspect of his life, but she wasn't precisely a submissive woman. She came here today so that she can find another submissive man she can toy with and nothing else.
Seeing her conflicted thoughts, he tightened his grip on her shoulders and he gently pulled her up. She stood up and when she did, from behind her, he viciously plunged his left hand in between her legs through her straining robes and he tightly circled his right hand around her waist. Narcissa's breath hitched when she felt his hand rubbing against her crotch.
Narcissa was a very short woman and he was almost a foot taller than her, so he lifted her up in his arms in one swift move. Narcissa squirmed in his arms as she was very uncomfortable. He crossed the hall and walked up the stairs to the master bedroom on the first floor, all the while with the milf trapped in his arms. He wandlessly opened the door of the bedroom, walked in and dropped her on the bed and the door behind him closed automatically.
She began to sit up, but he climbed on the bed, got on top of her. He pinned her hands to the sides and he leaned in as he forcefully kissed her on the lips. She struggled against his grip, but he held her in place. Instead of giving up, the milf locked her legs around his hips, straddled him and she flipped him over and she got on top.
He wasn't surprised in the least, he let go of her hands and he circled his arms around her back and he pulled her closer to him. She used the closeness to kiss him even furiously than he did. He used the kiss as an excuse to once again flip her over to the bottom. He didn't have the patience to undress her, so he pulled her up a little as he sat up on his knees and tore off her clothes. Narcissa didn't care in the least, she was always the one on top during her sessions with men, and this time she rather liked a man taking command so to plough her in bed.
Soon, she was completely naked and he began admiring her body, she had long platinum blonde hair that came down, showcasing her soft cheekbones and her tempting blue eyes. Her lips were red and soft and awfully juicy. She had a firm body that would be the envy of most women half of her age. She had big, round, slightly sagging breasts with dark nipples that he could suck on all day.
He sat on his knees and she was lying on her back; he pulled her legs up along with a part of her lower body to his chest, while her head and shoulders rested on the bed. Her butts were resting on his chest, he spread her legs apart and rested them on either side of his shoulder and then he almost buried his face in her wet pussy. He circled his left hand around her hip and using his fingers he began playing with her clit from the top, while he used his tongue to probe into her pussy.
Harry slowly began by weaving the tip of his tongue between the folds pulling the skin with him. Narcissa groaned out loud. He continued by suddenly clamping his lips shut on her left side of the folds and he sucked on it. Narcissa bit her lips to stop herself from screaming. He kept tugging on the fold for a moment before alternating to the right side. As he was alternating between the folds, he juggled to the clit with quick flicking licks in the middle. He once again went back down to the folds and he gave a long lick from the bottom heading up to the top and he finished with a spiralling circle on her bud. He once again continued to circle around her clit with his fingers while he used his tongue to make quick zigzags between the folds.
"Ooohhh…" Narcissa moaned loudly as he kept stretching her pussy lips with his skilled tongue. She began biting her lips and groaning out loud when he began twisting his tongue back and fro in rapid successions. He tenderly probed her pussy with his tongue while being persistent enough in his actions so as not to give her a moment to breathe out in relief.
Meanwhile, he brought his right hand to her arsehole and he softly began prodding her puckered hole. "Ahhh…ah…ah…" Narcissa began moaning as she caught her tits and she began playing with them.
He used the opportunity to subtly probe her mind with Legilimency. He couldn't get through her defences, they were really strong. He got the feeling that even if he had the element of surprise that he wouldn't be able to gain access into her mind. He realised that he had to up his game and break her mind physically.
Within minutes she groaned loudly, "Ohhhhhh…" Her muscles tensed and she was at the edge of a mind-blowing climax. But right before she could go over, he stopped all movements and he cruelly made her suffer.
"POTTER…" Her frustration about losing the opportunity to orgasm made her irritable. And just as she was about to gather her bearings, he dove back into her pussy and he continued teasing and sucking on her pussy lips.
Narcissa once again began squirming into the sheets. The matriarch of the Malfoy family couldn't believe that the boy was cruelly teasing her. Soon enough, she was about to climax again, but he once again stopped all movement. He was tormenting her and just as she was about to voice her frustration, he inserted his thumb into her arsehole.
The sudden penetration caused her to wail and buckle her hips upwards, "Ahhh…"
And there was a pause, the tip of his right thumb was inside her arsehole, but it was unmoving. His lips were on her pussy but it was still. His left fingers were clasping on her clit, but they were motionless. She tried to grind herself on him, he, however, held her tightly and didn't let her move her hips.
"Potterrrrr…" She moaned begging for some action.
Narcissa looked at Harry and their eyes connected. She saw the cold eyes piercing into her very soul, it left her mesmerised. And then she heard him speak, "Beg for it."
"Please…!"
He pushed his thumb a little deeper causing her to wince and he asked, "Please, what?"
"PLEASE, SIR... PLEASE, SIR. PLEASE, SIRRR…" She wailed out loud unable to contain the sheer need that she was feeling.
As he heard her wail, he softly kissed her pussy and he once again began to suck on her folded flesh, his fingers played circles on her clit while he began twisting and turning his thumb inside her arsehole, stretching the walls.
It didn't take long for her to cum, she yelled out loud, "AHHH…"
The moment she climaxed, he released the grip he had on her midsection and she limply fell back on the bed. She lied on her back, occasionally shuddering on the soft bed with her legs bent in the knees all the while breathing hard. Slowly, cum started dripping down on the bed through her exposed pussy lips.
Harry meanwhile stepped down the bed and he undressed. As the milf's breathing became sedated, he climbed on top of her; he sat on her so that her head was between his legs. He wasn't fully seated on her; he rested most of his weight on his knees, which were located behind her shoulders. Her hands were on his waist, she was entirely subservient to him.
His semi-erect cock rested on her face. Having had quite some experience with women, now, it took him more than the sight of a naked woman to make him erect. Meanwhile, Narcissa mentally gauged the tool's size; the semi-limp tool was bigger than her face. The thought of this cock being buried deep inside her at full mast made it worth the unpleasantness that it took for them to reach here.
He slowly guided his thick cock into her mouth, to which she didn't object in the least. He forced his cock as deep as he could as it reached down her throat, his cock twitched as it fully occupied her mouth. Narcissa began gulping and gagging as she tried to take more and more of his cock in her mouth; she lathered it up with her tongue. She twisted and twirled her tongue around the top and to the underside of his cock, to please this man, whose cock was one of the biggest tools she has ever seen.
Narcissa was experienced; she knew that a man with a tool this size wouldn't get a day's rest if women knew of this. She, as a woman of considerable experience, had long ago realised that she preferred girth over the length of her partner's cock. A cock over the length of eleven inches was more pain than pleasure, but a cock over ten inches in size with some thick girth to it was just perfect for her pussy. She would rather prefer such an experience over lean length any day.
Finally, his cock became completely erect inside her mouth and her eyes widened as it was one of the thickest of cocks she had ever taken in her mouth. Most women hated giving a blowjob, but not her, because Narcissa, unlike most women, understood that blowjob was the one sexual act that would bring a man under her control. Granted she didn't precisely like giving blowjobs, but she didn't hate it either, it was logical.
He groaned out loud, "Fuck…" and he slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. He moved back a little and knelt for the woman's breast to be situated between his thighs. He then leaned forward and supported the upper part of his body on his straight hands. Narcissa meanwhile reached her hands over his back and lifted her head making it possible for her to satisfy him.
She slurped on his bollocks for a while and when it was wet enough, she took the rod back inside her mouth; he used his position to push it further in. He began brutally deep-throating her and she happily sucked on the pole without any objections. He held nothing back as he brutally pounded into her warm mouth again and again, while she matched his rhythm and sucked like it held the meaning of her life.
Within five minutes, he grunted out loud as he closed his eyes, "Argh…" His cock throbbed a few times and then he began spurting wave after wave of his seed deep down her throat.
He slowly detached his limp tool from her mouth and he got up as he rested back on the bed. This was the first time in recent months that he was actually feeling the refractory disinterest after sex. And that was mostly because this was the first time that he was actually satisfied in bed. He hadn't used any Legilimency on her or any special technique to satisfy the woman, no, he had simply enjoyed himself, all because Narcissa had consented to everything he did without a question. He had to give it to her; she was a true genius, among all those he fucked, she was the only one who knew how to really satisfy a man in bed.
As he rested his head on the headrest, laying on his back, the Malfoy woman had the perfect reason to leave the room, but instead, she turned around and lied on her stomach, she aligned her face just above his wet cock. She opened wide and in one smooth motion, she took half his entire length into her mouth. He once again felt the end of his cock hit the roof of her mouth before sliding back deeper, when Narcissa had the length in her mouth she moved from side from side to side while pulling him forward, seemingly trying to take even more of him in.
"Look at you… You're nothing more than a cock-starved whore."
"Mhmm…mnmnmn…mmm…" She bobbed her head a few times and she pushed herself down until his entire length slid into her throat and then she detached herself, then she began licking his cock clean. His semi-erect cock began throbbing again; her attempts at renewing his interest had worked beautifully.
Quickly, she got up on the bed and perched above him with her pussy lips resting on the crown of his cock. She lowered herself rather slowly; he groaned as his cock slowly slid into her surprisingly tight snatch, their progress came to a rest as her inner walls naturally stretched to accommodate his large rod.
"Potter, I love your cock." She breathed out loud. Granted she had experience with sizes just as big as this, but the odds of coming across a well-endowed man by chance were extremely rare. Besides, this was the perfect size for her to enjoy with much more satisfaction than anything monstrous that would take a lot of effort to please.
Meanwhile, he grinned at her honest statement and savoured the tight velvet heat that was encapsulating more of his cock with each passing second until finally, it stopped, he sensed that he could go no further as his cock head nudged against the entrance to her womb, causing her to shudder and moan, "Ohhh…"
She started jumping on the length of his cock; she hung her head backwards in pleasure, almost straining her neck. Suddenly, he caught both sides of her hips and stopped her in place. He bent his knees to adjust himself and he began pounding into her, while she worked in tandem to his rhythm to increase the pleasure.
Out of the blue, he stopped and flipped her over in one move, and when she was on her back, having her legs raised and spread apart. He hung over her, focusing his weight on his outstretched arms and knees, with his hips connected to hers. He gave her no warning and continued pounding as brutally as he could, and the speed kept increasing.
He deeply stared into her eyes as she stared back with equally burning intensity and he asked evilly, while he kept his pounding, "What would your precious son say if he saw me fucking his mother like a common Knockturn Alley whore?"
Narcissa was truly afraid for her life, for the first time in years, she felt like she was breaking in half. She was fucking a bad man, who was more like an animal in bed rather than a man. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she screamed, "FUCK ME…" She climaxed hard at that moment. However, he wasn't finished, he leaned closer and he tenderly bit into her left nipple, while using his tongue to make it wet. He began alternating between her breasts, taking turns to play with her nipples.
She kept moaning out loud since she understood that he had no intention of stopping anytime soon, "Ah…Ah…Ah…Ah…Ah…"
He slowed down and he paused for a moment causing Narcissa to stare at him confusedly. He used that moment of confusion to pull out and step back as he roughly rolled her over on her belly. He brutally caught her butt cheeks in his hands and he pulled them apart using his thumbs to stretch her arsehole, "Mmm…, this is going to be a tight fit, but I'm sure we'll make it work."
Narcissa realised what he was planning and she protested in shock, "N-n-no, please don't, that's too big, it won't fit." He gave no mind to her protests and he simply placed the tip of his cock on her opening and in one thrust, he pushed almost half the length inside her.
"AAAAAAAAA…!" She wailed at the top of her lungs.
"MMMPH! SEE…?" He groaned just as loudly and he continued, "Fits perfectly in your arsehole."
"N-no, please, it's too big." The milf whimpered like a bitch.
He pulled back and he plunged into her yet again, "Nonsense, you merely need more training."
"FUCK, you are tight!" He exclaimed really enjoying her hole.
"N-NNNGG… FUCK, YOU ARE GOING TO RUIN MY ARSEHOLE…" She screamed even louder if that was possible.
He grabbed her hair and he pulled her head back to him, she winced at the treatment, "Look at you slut, you're saying no, but you are subconsciously clenching around my girth."
He amped up the efforts as he began thrusting even harder and with each thrust, he kept punching more and more of his length inside her, until finally, his cock was buried deep, "Take it to the hilt, you whore."
With that, he pulled her up by her hair and he stood up with his right leg still on the bed. Pulling her up with him, she was sitting on his cock facing away from him, her thighs resting on either side of his right thigh. He grabbed her butt and he split her legs to the side all the while his cock buried inside her arse. He placed her legs on the bed and he fully stepped down from the bed.
"Where's your defiance, slut? Not so defiant with my cock ravaging your arsehole are you?" He probed her for a reaction. Narcissa's face was flushed, she didn't know what came over her but she loved his brutal anal rape.
"Maybe, I'll just pull out." He offered her.
Her reaction was an instant weak reply, "n-n-no…"
"Louder, slut…"
"No…"
"Say it…" He affirmed with utmost authority in her tone.
Her eyes rolled upwards, her mouth involuntarily opened as her tongue rolled out and hung limply with spit drooling down her neck, and she stuttered out loud, "C-COCK…! I L-LOVE YOUR -UGE C-COCK IN MY ARSE!"
"Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…" She kept moaning over and over again.
"Good whore! You deserve a reward." Harry stopped for a moment, he pulled his pelvis back until his cock was just nudging into her arsehole and in one sudden push he re-sheathed his cock back into her going balls deep.
"NNNNGGG… I'M CUM-M-M-ING…" Narcissa began shuddering and writhing an almost endless pool of cum came gushing out of her pussy.
He decided that he has had enough fun with the milf that he sped up, "MMMPH…! Make room, bitch." With that, he punched deep into her arsehole and he held his pumping cock in place, "FUCK…" His tool enlarged and the milf's arse was sprayed by waves of his white seed.
And that was the end; he pulled out of her as his drenched cock went limp. The sight before him was beautiful, a plump milf lying unconscious on her cum-drenched bed with her arsehole stretched open as it continuously leaked his cum out in abundance.
Harry was resting on the bed; Narcissa was lying on his chest. The Malfoy milf was lying intimately tangled in with him. Narcissa was tenderly kissing on the crook of his neck, she had no intention of letting this man go, she couldn't think of a future without Harry's cock inside her where it belonged.
Harry, on the other hand, was sporting a content smile on his face. He was feeling satisfied with the intimate roaming on Narcissa's body that he had employed. He had tried to delve into her mind each time she climaxed knowing that her mind would be weak enough to be invaded every time she cummed. He tried probing her mind each time but in the end, it took splitting her arsehole wide open, in order to invade her mind. Now, with his mind-magic done, Narcissa was nothing but his slave milf.
Harry reached his hand over her body and he grabbed her left butt-cheek and he squeezed enough to leave a red handprint on her arse. The milf moaned sexily at his rough squeeze, "What are you?"
"I'm your slut, sir."
"Good girl…" He raised his hand and he heaved down on her arse with a rough 'SPANK'.