"I'll do your front now," he whispered. Wordlessly, Narcissa nodded and watched as he placed the tip of his wand on her waist. He trailed it over her right side, getting rid of the red marks with precision before doing the same with her left. She saw him squat a bit so that he was face level with her tits, and she watched as new skin appeared all over her belly. There were only two places left on her front, and she wanted him to get on with it already.
Harry looked up at her and saw the pleading look in her eyes. Smirking, he stood up and placed the tip of his wand over her left breast. Narcissa breathed deeply as he dragged it over the round orb of flesh, circling her nipple before caressing the underside of her breast with his wand. With a smirk, he moved over to the right breast and Narcissa's eyes widened in disbelief. He repeated it with the other breast, circling her nipple but never quite touching it.
In no time, this had become sexual healing for them, and Harry was enjoying himself a lot. Narcissa was a bombshell of a woman in her forties but she looked to be in her twenties now and he found her irresistible. There was no way he was letting her go now, and after Draco and Lucius' deaths, it wouldn't be hard to make her his. He would heal her, and he would save her from certain death. In return, she would be his for life.
Right now, however, he was enjoying teasing her immensely. He could smell her arousal, and he could feel how agitated she was getting from all his teasing. Her entire body apart from her back and her nipples had been taken care of, and Harry smirked before he walked behind her.
Narcissa almost cried out at the torture she was receiving at the hands of this magnificent man. He had aroused her beyond belief and he kept increasing the intensity. She had been left a wanting mess, longing to feel him take care of the small lacerations over her nipples. But he pulled away at the last minute and went behind her, tracing his wand over her back. The skin rejuvenated once he was done, and Narcissa sighed. Finally, he would take care of her aching nipples.
Her breath hitched when she felt him press closer against her back, and she belatedly realized that he was wearing not a stitch of clothing. Her naked back, young and nubile, was flush against his front, and she gasped when she felt something brushing against her rear.
"W-what are you doing?" She whispered, her voice reeking with arousal.
"Shh…" he whispered and brought his wand forward. Narcissa's breath hitched once again when he finally placed the tip of his wand on her nipple and traced it all over her hardened nub, and she felt the tip of his other wand prodding her lower lips. Try as she might, she could not do anything but stay standing still.
His wand took care of her other nipple in no time, and Narcissa almost cried. She was safe. She was not going to die. And to top it all off, she now had her young body back. She could feel the softness of her skin, and this time, it was all natural and not the result of some potion.
Before she could turn around and express her gratitude, she felt his hand gently stroke her sides and she shivered. Her breathing grew ragged as he dragged his hands up her sides until he gently cupped her tits and gave them a soft squeeze. His face came forward, and Narcissa's neck tilted involuntarily as he began peppering the side of her neck with soft featherlight kisses.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, gasping when he gently flicked her hard nipples. He showed no sign of stopping. His lips sucked the tender skin of her neck and she felt his manhood rubbing her pussy lips. She couldn't help but rub her ass back against it in response.
Finally, he pulled his face off her neck and took her earlobe in his mouth, nibbling gently.
"And why shouldn't we do this?" He whispered in her ear as his hands continued to squeeze her tits. His touch felt so good. It was better than she had ever felt. "I'm very much willing here, and I believe so are you."
His question registered with her and she was at a loss for words. She didn't know why they shouldn't do this. Her husband was gone, and so was her son. She had no one to live for. On the other hand, he had saved her life and given her a new one.
"You are a beautiful woman, Narcissa," he whispered. "I thought you were attractive before, and I find you attractive even now. Believe me when I say that right now, I want nothing more than to make you mine."
Narcissa gasped when his right hand trailed down her front and gently prodded her lower lips, feeling the wetness.
"Look at you," he smirked against her skin. "You're so wet you're gushing. You could've just told me and I would've happily helped you, Narcissa."
"P-Potter I—"
"It's My Lord to you, Narcissa," he whispered as he slowly inserted a finger inside her needy quim, feeling how it sucked him inside. "I want to make you mine. And you'll have everything you could possibly want. Wealth, power, respect, and the most valuable of all, my love and care. You'll have it all."
Harry knew her, and he knew which buttons to press.