They laid there for what felt like hours in Narcissa's mind, Harry's arms wrapped around her comfortably while her body was pressed against his own.
"I love you."
She nearly gasped, instead breathing in sharply as her body stiffened. It was a phrase few people had ever said to her before, none of them male.
"It's too soon to say something like that, Harry." Narcissa said quietly.
"I don't care." He replied. "I've been alone for so much of my life, I want to be with someone. Even if that's you."
Narcissa sat up, looking Harry in the eye. He stared back, the meaning in his words clear as he looked back at her. She felt tears sting her eyes, and begrudgingly pushed them back as she reached out and took Harry's hand.
She had been wanted to feel loved for so long, to have someone looking out for her and caring for her wellbeing in such an intimate way. She thought that originally Lucius would be like that, only for all her hopes to be dashed after her marriage night.
Her son had been stripped away from her soon after, with her marriage agreement forcing her to follow everything her husband commanded, even if that meant not interacting with her son. Draco had been raised to be a clone of his father, a cruel and malicious boy, who failed to acknowledge her existence at Lucius' behest. Meanwhile she had been pushed to the side, a trophy that gathered dust on a decaying shelf over the years.
And now Harry was offering something she had wanted for so long, a thing she had given up on so long ago. "I am not sure if I can return your feeling quite yet, Harry." She smiled warmly, stopping him from interrupting. "But maybe in time, we can get to know each other better."
Harry smiled back kindly. "That sounds good, Cissy."
Cissy.
That word warmed her heart for some reason, making her smile brighten as if she was walking on air.
"There they are! I was wondering when the newlyweds would get out of bed!"
Harry felt himself blush in embarrassment at his godfather's words, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he walked into the dining room.
Narcissa frowned in clear agitation next to him. "Please keep your debauch remarks to yourself, cousin. Our relationship isn't for you to comment on."
"Yeah, yeah." Sirius waved her words off, before shifting to looking at Harry with a smirk. "So, how's married life treating you?"
Harry had just sat down taken a sip of tea when Sirius asked that, and he damn near spat it out. He choked on his tea, only for Narcissa to pat his back in order to help him.
"Sirius." Narcissa nearly growled.
"Sorry, this old dog just couldn't resist." Sirius smirked in victory.
"To set the record straight, myself and Harry are not married, I am his courtesan." Narcissa said properly. "There is a difference."
"Wait, there is?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Of course." Narcissa replied, looking at him worriedly. "It is as I explained yesterday, a Lord's courtesan is their personal… confidant, ranking higher than the average mistress, but below their wife. Don't you remember when we discussed this yesterday?"
"Um… I guess so?" Harry replied weakly. The previous day had been so insane that he really only remembered the insane blowjob Narcissa gave him last night.
"Speaking on the subject, we do need to organize a betrothal for you at some point." Narcissa said casually, stirring her tea. "And I'm sure that we can discuss my duties and responsibilities as your courtesan."
"Oh no. No way I'm sticking around for this conversation!" Sirius exclaimed, getting up and leaving. "Good luck Harry!"
"Tell me, Harry, what type of witch are you interested in?"
Harry looked up at Narcissa, her big mature blue eyes looking back at him, with her pouty red lips sitting perfectly on her features. He felt himself blush, trying to maintain his composure as Narcissa waited.
"Well, someone like you, I guess."
"Like me?" Narcissa's eyes widened.
"I mean, I like how put together you are." Harry said quickly. "You always seem to know what to wear, and what to say, and exactly what to do at all times. Not to mention your… I mean you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I bet you'd be a great Mum too!"
Narcissa felt her eyes grow wider as Harry rambled on, her mouth starting to widen in shock, until she finally gasped at his last statement. Harry finally stopped, looking at her in horror, as if he had said something bad.
She spoke before he could. "Do you really mean that? That I would make a great mother?"
He shrugged, "Well, yeah, you're just so nice-"
He didn't finish as Narcissa seemingly jumped on him. Her lips pressed against his own, as her mature curvy body enveloped his form. Harry's eyes widened in shock, before closing and enjoying the kiss.
Suddenly he felt a tug and a pool, and he gasped as suddenly he could breathe again. Harry looked around, realizing he was back in the bedroom with Narcissa.
"You apparated." Harry gasped, feeling uneasy, but not as nauseous as the day before when Tonks apparated him for the first time.
"Are you okay?" Narcissa asked worriedly.
"I'm just not used to apparating." Harry replied, waving her concerns off. "I'll feel better in a minute."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to help you get better." Narcissa smiled seductively, her tone making Harry gulp.
She suddenly pushed him, and Harry fell flat on the bed. Narcissa whispered a spell with her wand in hand, and his clothes left his body, dissipating to the corners of the room. His cock was free, pointing straight up in the air and hardening. The shaft quivered and pulsed, becoming bigger in its arousal.
Narcissa licked her lips at the sight, getting so close to his penis that she went cross eyed looking at its sheer size. It was longer than her face at this angle, a cock that women her age could only dream about, and one she was going to enjoy.
She spat on his cock, reaching out with both hands and smearing her spit all over Harry's shaft, lubricating it. Even with both hands she couldn't reach around it fully, much less cover it. She pumped the shaft roughly, getting it nice and hard, while her head moved upwards and took the tip of it in her mouth.
Harry groaned, a manly groan that sent shivers through her. She felt good pleasuring her new Lord, and despite what Harry might think, she actually preferred to give him pleasure rather than receive it herself. She was grateful for what he had done for her, and the way he acted was simply so kind that she believed he recieved a reward.
She knew that Harry could have abused her trust, that he could simply use her as some sort of pleasure slave or whore her out for the rest of her days. Most men would have done that, opting to have their courtesan used as their cumbucket when their wives weren't available. But Harry was different, allowing her to be her own person, to accept her into his love life and share his thoughts and feelings with her.
That alone deserved a reward.
Narcissa removed her mouth from the head of his shaft, along with her hands, feeling bad for leaving Harry unattended for a short while as she repositioned herself. She moved, taking off her clothes as Harry watched with wide eyes.
Her white top was removed, followed by her skirt, leaving her in the white lingerie from the previous evening. With a simple movement her bra fell down, allowing her big perfect breasts to fall free and enjoy the open air. She stepped out of her panties, letting them fall down her long legs, all the while Harry watched with wide eyes.
She didn't speak as she approached him, instead smiling comfortably as she knelt down over his huge shaft. She lined up the intimidating head with her opening, a tiny hole that looked absurd in comparison to his cock.
She sat down.
"GAH!" Narcissa gasped, breathing heavily as her vision wavered. She swore a bead of sweat went down her brow.
"Ugh, you're so tight." Harry grit out.
"D-Did I take it all?" She asked through panted breaths.
Harry looked down from her gaze, seeing just the head of his shaft had entered her. Even then his cock was causing her navel to bulge obscenely around his haft. "Just the head."
"Morgana!" Narcissa gasped, "You're so big!"
Harry moved, sitting up so he looked directly at her heaving breasts. His hands gripped her luscious hips, sinking into the soft flesh. Narcissa's skin was the softest thing he had ever felt, warm and comfortable to the touch. It was as if her body spoke to him, comforting at his touch and allowing him to pleasure her.
He looked up, past her large breasts and into her blue eyes. "Do you want me to help?"
Narcissa nodded, shakily. "Just be careful, and take it slow. Please."
He gently gripped her hips and pulled her down, sinking a few inches of his shaft into her. She gasped loudly, moaning sinfully loud against him. He kept going, basing his movements off her moans, taking it slow and even stopping when she gasped, and soon he felt soft skin make contact with his thighs. Her big cheeks were flush against him, ballooning out against his thighs.
He had yet to explore her body to the fullest, but Harry desperately wanted to have a close inspection of her fat spankable ass. It was the part of her body that he had fantasized about for years, and the more darker side of him wanted to see it ripple and bounce naked. But as the saying went, good things happened to those who waited, and Harry was content to inspect her big bum at a later date.
That said, he didn't mind the view of her large heaving tits. Narcissa had big breasts, but what made them so attractive was how perfect they were, sticking straight out and perfectly round, the kind a high class woman like her deserved to have. Harry stared at them as they heaved with each breath, before leaning forward and gently sucking on one.
"Oh!" Narcissa gasped loudly at his actions. Her hands want to his hair, gripping his dark locks, while her core tightened around his shaft. He felt his cock wetten inside her, churning with womanly fluids.
He looked down, and his eyes widened slightly as he looked at her abdomen which bulged under the sheer size of his shaft.
For a moment he was tempted to have his way with her, to reduce her to a mere cumdump under the power of his cock. He knew he was ruining her, but he wanted to be rougher, to pound her ass red and fill her up with his seed. He would send her back to Malfoy then, her holes hollowed out by his shaft and cum leaking from her pores. Harry would take her then, making his bully watch as he pounded his mother into oblivion.
He shook his head, banishing those dark thoughts for later as he focused on Narcissa. She gasped and moaned, breathing heavily so close to him with a hooded gaze. It was so… intimate. It made him feel something strange, a heaviness in his chest and heart that wasn't there before. In Harry's mind he wondered if this was what love felt like, if Narcissa truly loved him.
He moved forward suddenly, and kissed her lips. Narcissa seemed to freeze, before slowly reciprocating the gesture. She kissed back, almost hesitant at first, before it became more and more intense. His lips were against hers for what felt like hours, until they finally both pulled back.
Narcissa looked at him with a look that made his hairs stand on end, but in a good way. Her eyes were dilated, the pupils so large they were all he could see. Her cheeks were flush red, with a strange smile on her perfect red lips. It was as if she was some sort of predator that had found the ultimate partner after so long to hunt with.
It felt odd to him, to suddenly have the affection of a woman old enough to be his mother. She had been the wife of another man, the mother of his school bully, and now she was one of the few important people in his life.
Narcissa suddenly moved, eliciting a groan from him as she began bouncing up and down his shaft. He could feel her warm breath again his face, the soft pants of pure effort she put in with each movement of her body up and down his cock. Her big breasts pushed against his chest, jiggling up and down as she moved. Her fat ass slapped against his thighs, the big, rippling cheeks making loud smacking noises.
Harry could feel, the sudden slow pull in his sack. "Narcissa I-I…"
"In me." Narcissa moaned, slamming up and down his shaft even harder, if he was seeing things properly. "I want it in me!"
Her words lit a fire in him, a need to properly claim her. Despite his reservations, he still wanted to mark the MILF in front of him as his. To have his seed fill her, to have it wash away the stench of Malfoy and the years of neglect to her womanhood.
His hands gripped her waist harshly, helping her move. As Narcissa lifted up, bringing herself to the edge of his cock, Harry suddenly thrusted up, harshly plowing his entire cock into her core.
"Oh!" Narcissa gasped. "Fuck! By Morgana!"
Harry did so again, feeling his orgasm get closer and closer as he thrusted into her from below. It finally came, and he pulled down on Narcissa's hips as hard as he could as he felt his balls empty.
"Harry!" Narcissa screamed, her own core tightening around his shaft as an orgasm raged through her. "Oh! Oh Harry! It's so good!"
She fell against him, and he did the same, both of their sweaty forms clinging to each other as their bodies gave out. He felt his shaft pulse, unloading a massive load into her core, seeding her and filling out her unused twat with his seed. She was now his, his courtesan, cleaned of the taint of Malfoy by his seed.
They fell over gently, laying against the bed on theirs sides. Narcissa tiredly ran her hands through his curly hair, and Harry was content with simply looking into her eyes.
"I know we just woke up, but I feel like I need to go back to bed." Narcissa giggled.
He couldn't help but watch her, loving how radiant she was after their… session. She seemed so happy, playful even, like a little girl who finally got ice cream after begging all day.
"You can if you want, I don't mind." He replied.
Narcissa hummed and leaned in before kissing him. She had initiated it this time, and he gladly kissed back.
"You know," She began after they pulled away. "Did you mean about what you said earlier, about your preferences in women?"
"You really don't think I like you? Even after all that?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"That's not what I meant to say." Narcissa corrected, looking somewhat embarrassed. "I meant about your preferences for girls… you prefer those that are mature?"
"I… guess?" Harry shrugged. "I mean, all the girls in my dorm are just so… girly? I was really only interested in Cho, with how organized and put-together she was, not to mention older, but she ended up with Diggory, and you know how that went."
Narcissa made a sympathetic noise. "I can see why that would be a problem. Although you've helped me narrow things down."
"Why is this important?" Harry suddenly asked. "I mean, we just got together, and that's not mentioning everything with Voldemort along with-"
Narcissa stopped him, calmly placing one finger on his lips. "You need to understand, Harry, I am your courtesan now. That means I am here to help you in regards to your House and family. Trust me when I say, marriage alliances and relationships are a key part to wizarding politics. Children of other Great Houses like your own are already betrothed or in the process of becoming betrothed."
"And so you want me to marry for political reasons?" Harry asked with some distaste.
"And also for the war against the Dark Lord." Narcissa replied. "Do you think the families that follow him do so on their own? No, many of them do so because of marriage alliances. If you would be okay with it, I can start to dip your foot into the pond, as they say, and begin the process for you."
"I mean, if you say it's the right thing to do." Harry replied, feeling strange.
Narcissa leaned in and kissed him, a smile on her lips. "Do not worry about such things for now. I do have many things to teach you before you enter the political side of things. Although before I do anything, I would like to ask if you would be opposed to seeing… Slytherin girls."
"Slytherin girls?" Harry asked, feeling odd.
Now that he thought about it, he did enjoy watching the girls in Slytherin from afar. He liked their manners, even if they were quite snobbish. They always seemed to wear the nicest clothes, their hair done perfectly, with expressions of superiority donned at all times.
Now that he thought about it, Cho had similar characteristics to the Slytherin girls he had noticed over the years. He had simply never interacted with any of them due to House politics, and because of Ron and Malfoy's constant hostility.
Harry blushed. "I guess I don't mind them, I just don't know how a relationship could work out with me being a Gryffindor… and all that."
"I'm sure if I found you a suitable match, you could manage."
Harry shrugged, resting his head against the headboard. A sudden thought struck him, and his eyes widened. "Wait, were you in Slytherin?"
"I was." Narcissa smiled, "And that's why I asked earlier. Slytherin witches are typically pureblood, meaning they are raised in a way that builds confidence in our identity and tradition. Based on your earlier words about Ms. Chang, I was aware of how she was raised in a traditional household, and that it is what you were looking for in a partner."