"Here we are! The old Black family home. My mother grew up here, you know."
Harry looked around the decrepit home, fighting down the urge to sniff in distaste. The place was really run down, but it was better better than the Dursleys, and beggars couldn't be choosers after all.
The woman, Tonks, who refused to share her first name with him, had picked him up from his relatives home earlier. She had claimed to be Sirius' cousin, and to be in contact with him, something that made him somewhat suspicious, but she had been able to provide proof.
Tonks had been nice to him so far, if somewhat teasing. She had done her best to get a rise out of him, he could tell, flaunting her body in ways most of his roommates would have drooled over. But he didn't fall for it, having his own specific taste for women.
After that she had simply apparated him into London, where she revealed the old Black family home located at 12 Grimmauld Place.
"It's… homely." Harry replied hesitantly.
Tonks snorted. "You mean it's a dump. Place hasn't been lived in for a years, and the elf has finally decided to at least clean some of the place since she arrived."
"She?" Harry noticed that Tonks referred to whoever "she" was with some importance.
"Err…" Tonk's missed a step and nearly tripped, reddening in embarrassment as his question seemed to catch her off guard. "You'll find out soon, I'm sure Sirius will explain."
They entered the kitchen area, where a modest table had been set up. Two people sat at it, and Harry instantly recognized one of them. "Sirius!"
"Harry!" Sirius replied happily, standing up and giving him a hug before looking him over. "You've grown."
"And you certainly look better." Harry replied, seeing Sirius looking almost fully recovered from Azkaban. His skin had regained some color, no longer the pasty unhealthy gray that it used to be. His body was no longer so skinny, and actually had some fat for once.
"Indeed." Sirius preened. "There is someone special I'd like you to meet."
Harry turned, and found himself facing a beautiful blonde woman that he was sure he had seen somewhere before.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Potter." The woman replied, her voice husky and aristocratic, almost like a river of something sweet. "I'm Narcissa Black, but you may call me by my first name."
"Nice to meet you." Harry returned, trying not to get flustered. "Just Harry is fine."
"So, Harry, how has your summer been?" Sirius interjected, sounding somewhat anxious. His eyes flickered between him and Narcissa, as if there was something he wasn't saying.
He opened his mouth to answer, but Narcissa spoke. "I believe it is prudent that we get to the point, Sirius."
"Right-right…" Sirius trailed off, looking uncomfortable. "Harry, there have been some choices made, things decided lately, that primarily concern you."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, feeling uneasy. His summer had sucked, the last year had been one of the worst in his life if he was being honest, and he didn't want things to get worse.
"I made a secret trip to Gringotts recently, where I made you my heir." Sirius stated. "Among signing documents, transferring wealth, and other things, I came across a problem. You see, my dear cousin, Cissy here, was engaged to Lucius Malfoy in a betrothal contract years ago, one she has been desperately wanting to get out of since. I saw a solution, and I took it."
Harry blinked, and his eyes shifted to Narcissa as he suddenly realized who she was. He had seen her a year ago at the World Cup, alongside Lucius and Draco. And if Sirius was to be believed, she had been forced to wed Lucius. "Ok…"
"What my cousin means to say is that he ended my marriage." Narcissa stated. "I'm no longer Narcissa Malfoy, but instead Narcissa Black. But there was a cost to it all."
His eyes switched between bother Sirius and Narcissa, who were both staring intently at him. "I don't get it, what are you trying to tell me."
"The only way for me to end Narcissa's marriage was for her to fall under ther purview of a member of House Black. Since I made you the heir of House Black, she is now your Courtesan."
The lights of London were a sight to see at night, the winding river that ran through the center of the city could be seen from where he stood, along with the city's residents who walked along it. He leaned against an open window in the home's attic, his mind mush as he tried and failed to digest the day's events.
"You look like shit." Harry looked over to the new voice, seeing Sirius staring at him from the room's entrance. "Especially for someone who's courtesan is my cousin."
Harry bit back a response, trying and failing to think of what to do. "I'm not sure what to think about it."
"You're not gay, are you?" Sirius asked suddenly.
Harry sputtered. "N-no! What? Why would you think that?"
Sirius snorted. "Because my cousin is one of the most beautiful women alive, and she's only seemed to have got more busty with age. We might be related, but I still know a beautiful woman when I see one."
"I know how beautiful Narcissa is!" Harry said, his cheeks red in embarrassment. She was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
"So then what's the problem? She's not too old for you, is she?"
Harry wetted his lips, shifting uneasily under her glare. "No… if anything she's exactly the woman I want. I just don't know how to… you know."
Sirius' eyes widened in realization. "Oh! The talk then, well, when a man and woman get together they-"
"Stop! Stop!" Harry nearly yelled, causing Sirius to howl with laughter. "You think this is funny, don't you!"
"Just trying to lighten the mood." Sirius recomposed himself, before looking at him with a fond smile. "Cissy isn't a bad person, and sure, she may have been married to that wanker. But that doesn't mean you can't at least get to know her and talk. Narcissa likes people to be honest with her, so if you have things to speak to her about, tell her. Don't stay up here and brood about it when you have a blonde bombshell waiting for you to join her in bed."
He adjusted his pants, feeling them somewhat tighten at the mention of his new courtesan. He knew what was expected of him this night, yet he was still hesitant. Harry had always wanted to do things the proper way when it came to women, and not have things rushed like they were now.
Yet there was a lingering want in the back of his mind, a desperate desire that threatened to be filled. He had always wanted a wife, or a courtesan, if that's what Narcissa would be, someone who would always be in his corner so he wouldn't be alone in life.
He had spent so much time alone in his life, and really only found some people he got along with when he started attending Hogwarts. The time since the tournament started though, and worse since the summer began, had really made him feel lonely once again. But suddenly he had a way to permanently fix that, to take Narcissa as his courtesan.
Harry stood outside his room with a resigned expression, doing his best to push the awkwardness and hesitation down, not knowing what would happen when he opened the door. With a twist of the doorknob, he entered.
Narcissa sat against the bed, wearing clothes, or a lack of clothing, that made Harry's shaft harden. She wore full white lingerie, stocking, panties, bra, with a light blue lace robe over it all. She was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen to the point it wasn't even close, the robe open in the middle to reveal a busty cleavage. Her blonde hair draped over a shoulder like a waterfall.
"Lord Potter." Narcissa greeted with a kind seductive smile. "I have been waiting for you, it is nearly time for us to go to bed."
For a moment he was dead speechless, before he somewhat composed himself. "Y-You don't have to sleep in my room, Ms- Narcissa." Harry stumbled over his words, his mind doing it's best to reboot at the sight before him.
Narcissa frowned. "I assure you that it is the proper procedure that I do, Mr. Potter. Like it or not, I am your courtesan, after all."
"You can call me Harry." He replied, groaning with effort to not stare at the seductress in front of him. "And I know you that you did this to leave Malfoy, and I can't really blame you for that, but that doesn't mean I want to actually… use you."
"I- What?" Narcissa blinked in shock.
"You're still your own person, Narcissa." Harry did his best to look her in the eye, and not let his gaze drift downwards to the gigantic cleavage. "You can make your own choices, see who you want, even get a job if you want to do so. I don't plan on making you do anything you don't want to do."
She simply stared at him, mouth agape, and Harry moved on. He headed towards the bathroom, but only got to the doorway when a pair of arms wrapped around him. Narcissa hugged him from behind, pushing her sizeable breasts into his back as he felt her warm breath against his ear.
"You are a kind man, Harry Potter." Narcissa said in a sultry voice that sent shivers down his spine. "I admit that I may have overindulged listening to Lucius and Draco over the years, and their complaints about you. Come to find out how wrong they were in their assessment of the wizard you are. You are a strong, kind, powerful wizard, one that I can say that I am proud to be with."
"What?" Harry asked, turning around to face the blonde seductress. It was his turn to be shocked.
"I've spent a lot of time the past few days talking with my cousin about you. He's done his best to fill me in on your adventures, if that's what you'd like to call them, and all the challenges you've faced. All of what you have been through made me choose you as the one to free me from my arranged marriage, but what you just said ensured it."
"What do you mean?"
"You turned me down." Narcissa said. "I'm yours to do with as you want, and you turned me away. Harry, I don't want to be turned away by you."
"Why? Why would you want to be my… servant?" Harry asked, trying to find the right words.
"Being a courtesan is much more than that." Narcissa breathed. "They are the Steward of great Houses, the advisor to their Lord. You are the Lord of Houses Potter and Black, one of the most powerful men in Britain, making me one of the most powerful women. But there is more to it, I am not so blind as to not know what is going on behind the scenes with my former husband's associates."
Harry stiffened. "Voldemort?"
Narcissa nodded resolutely. "They are aware of his continued survival, and doing his bidding for now as he slowly tries to gain power."
"Shouldn't that be even more reason for you to avoid me?" Harry asked. "Voldemort is after me. He might have failed to kill me the last few times, but he will keep trying."
"But you stopped him last time, and the times before that." Narcissa stated. "You might blame fate, luck, or even ancient magic for your continued survival, but with all the times you have survived the Dark Lord, you need to take your own skill into account at the very minimum."
"I guess." Harry rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Even then, would you really give yourself to me because of all that? I mean, I just don't-"
Narcissa moved as he spoke, kneeling before him.
The sight before him was almost too much, the blonde goddess knelt before him as she looked up at him seductively. From his point of view he got a great view of her angelic face, her large heaving breasts, and child-bearing hips that no doubt held up a fat ass he had stared at long and hard at during the quidditch World Cup a year ago.
"Do you want me, Harry?" Narcissa asked from her kneeling position. "Am I not worthy of being your courtesan? To be the woman who guides you, who gives you relief at the end of long days?"
She reached out a hand, and gently rubbed his bulge, causing him him to groan. "Tell me you want me."
The lust he felt for her was too much to resist. "I want you, Narcissa." Harry broke, the pressure too much.
Narcissa smiled happily, only pleased at the behavior of the wizard in front of her. It took her getting to this point, begging on her knees for him to accept her, and he had showed a restraint few would demonstrate in their world. Harry Potter truly would be a great man for her to serve.
With an eager smirk she reached forward with both hands and pulled down his trousers, anticipation filling her as she prepared to enjoy the first cock in years. Lucius had yet to reproduce with her since their wedding night, having a fetish for young, muggle girls he liked to kidnap. It had left her unable to be satisfied due to her strict marriage oaths, until now…
Harry Potter's shaft was finally revealed, and all the breath seemed to have left her body as she stared at it. It was a massive organ, a gigantic shaft so big she couldn't see around it, having a girth of a thick bicep, and so long that she worried about the walls of her womb if he put it inside her. A menacing head was mounted at the tip of it, looking more akin to a battering ram meant to ruin pureblood virginities. A humongous sack rested at the base, with two balls resting inside comparable to her own fists in size. She simply knew that Harry would never run out of semen with a ballsack of such size.
He let out a manly groan, unknowingly resting a hand on her head in a show of dominance. A small moan left Narcissa's lips, her pussy wettening at his actions. As if on autopilot, her head, and the hand holding her by the hair guided her lips to his cock.
Harry watched with wide eyes as Narcissa gently moved forward and took the tip of his shaft in her mouth. He groaned in pleasure, and at the sight of seeing so many of his fantasies fulfilled.
He had jerked off one too many times at the thought of Malfoy's mother. He had seen her less than a year ago, an arrogant expression on her features as she sat within the top box at the Quidditch World Cup. She had worn a tight white dress at the time, one that showed off her fat ass, a feature of hers he had caught himself staring at for far too long.
He fantasized at the thought of being with her since, of having a beautiful woman like Narcissa Malfoy in his bedroom and raising his children. Growing up around the Dursleys and all the other perfect families on Privet Drive had made him want to have a perfect family of his own, one that loved and cared for him unlike his relatives did.
And now he had her, the woman he had fantasized of so many times. She was the pinnacle of womanhood, a witch with a body that was made to breed. Harry knew she could help him build the future he wanted so badly, a loving and powerful family that he could work towards. And it wouldn't be too bad to have such a beautiful witch be his lover…
A choking noise alerted him to how hard his new courtesan was working to pleasure him, and with horror he realized he was pushing her hard down his cock. He had simply been too engrossed in pleasure to realize his own actions. He removed his hand quickly, pulling it off the beautifully manicured blonde hair he had dreamed about touching for so long.
Narcissa whimpered as Harry removed his hand, craving his guiding touch once again.
He probably expected her to stop, but she didn't. Narcissa instead pushed herself further down his shaft, taking even more of it. The huge head of it thundered down her throat, bulging her poor throat out as she desperately tried to fit the whole thing.
It didn't fit.
It was simply too big for her to fit it all in her mouth, for now. But that wouldn't stop her from trying harder to please her Lord more in the future.
That last thought felt odd, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was her fate as one of the Black sisters. Bella went on to serve the Dark Lord, Andromeda ran away from it all, while she herself went on to serve a Lord of her own. Bella went insane in her devotion, and it ruined her, while Andromeda was likely dying of boredom in the muggle world. Narcissa smiled contently around Harry's cock, she had definitely chosen the best option of the three.
Her hand came up, from where they had been submissively resting at her sides, and she used them to stimulate his cock. It was ready to cum, she could feel it, and both her palms gently rested on his large balls and began stimulating them.
Harry couldn't take any more. He threw his head back with a roar, as the biggest, and longest load he had ever unleashed sprayed out of his cock. Internally, his lust demanded that he grab Narcissa and hold her down in order for her to fully swallow his load, but he did his best to push those temptations away.
Narcissa's eyes widened as he watched, and she desperately began swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his cum. Some of it was simply too much for her full mouth, and it dribbled out before falling down and pooling on her large breasts. It wasn't a view Harry minded too much.
He finally stopped cumming, and Narcissa sucked his shaft a bit more to clean it before finally releasing it with a pop.
She smirked at him, looking oddly satisfied and proud. "So, are you satisfied with your courtesan, Harry? "