Halloween
Vedros
Summary:
Harry returns to Wizarding Britain and finds himself accompanying his stepmother as her date to the annual Halloween party. However, things forbidden slowly emerge between the two as the party heats up. AU; non-epilogue compliant; explicit.
Harry/narcissa/fluer (r18)
Chapter 1
Chapter Text
Harry Potter touched down and swung his Firebolt over his shoulder as he made his way to the showers. Once inside, he stripped down and turned the shower on, washing off the sweat and grime that clung to his skin. Despite late October, the weather in the south of France was warm.
Harry was the star seeker of the French champions Marseille Drones. He was offered the starting spot as their seeker was retiring and Harry didn't think twice. A world-class team that had won the European Cup the previous year offering you a starting spot is not something a sensible player would have turned down. His agent and stepmother Narcissa Potter had done a great job negotiating the deal.
Done with his shower, Harry made his way out and bid the coaches and fellow players goodbye. The international break was due to start for two weeks and he had been granted rest, so Harry was set to make his way back to England and visit his dad and stepmother for Halloween. His mother had passed away when he was a year old. His father was hung up on her for a long time, dedicating himself to raising him and his job. But after almost a decade, he gave in to the nagging of his best friend to date again. Fast forward another decade and he was married to his best friend's cousin after he set them up.
Harry stood outside the training complex and looked around. The Marseille Drones training area was located near the sea, and the entire beach was visible from where he was standing. The beach was illuminated in the sunlight that shone brightly in a cloudless sky, and there was the usual hustle-bustle of the tourists but none of it held his interest at all. All his attention was on what lay right in front of his eyes.
"Hey, pup." A familiar voice called to him.
"Hey, Padfoot, you made it!" He said back with a large smile on his face as he took in the fantastic view in front of him, "Nice one." He complimented the car that Sirius had come in – a highly modified silver Aston Martin DB7.
"So, you ready to go home or are you just gonna stand there staring all day?" Sirius asked with a grin on his face.
Harry hadn't realized that he had been staring so hard, but a vehicle like that just had to be stared at.
"Yeah, let's be off. Can I take it for a spin?" He asked, still not taking his eyes from the car as he walked closer.
"No way pup, I've only just got it, I don't want it crashed and smashed up already. Plus, I don't want my dear cousin erupting right over me. A real spitfire, I tell you." Sirius said with a shudder.
"Ha-ha, very funny," Harry said sarcastically as he walked around to the passenger side and sat down.
"Man, this is some car Padfoot." He said as he looked at the brand-new interior, custom modified by Sirius.
"You ain't seen anything yet, kiddo. Fasten your belt cause this baby's gonna rock you!" Sirius shouted just before he burned the car out into the road.
"Yeah? Let's seeeeeeee," Harry's words were lost in the wind as the ultra-modified car tore through.
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Narcissa placed the quill back down by the parchment and smiled broadly to herself. The sponsor had been tough to win around but her charm never failed, and sure enough, she had just earned her boy yet another fat amount of extra bonuses because of that sponsorship deal.
Leaning back in her chair she let herself relax with her hands folded on her stomach and smiled down at the parchment on her desk.
As she smiled triumphantly at the agreement, she heard a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in." She called, and with one final smile of triumph at the agreement, she looked up and saw Nym, her niece, walking in, holding a file in her hands.
"This came for you from the foundation, aunty," Tonks said with a friendly voice.
Narcissa liked being informal at the workplace, especially when she had become friendly with her staff over some time. She thought that it helped the work environment.
"Ah forget it for now." She waved her away with a smile as she stood up and smoothed her business suit. "It can wait till Monday now, you get off and go home early, it's the weekend, go and enjoy yourself, Nym."
Nym Tonks smiled back at her and stopped walking towards the table.
"You know some rules around the workplace are good, aunty," Tonks said with a grin.
"Yeah, but hey, what's life if you don't break a few rules, eh?" She replied with a smile of her own and she walked over to the coat stand to pick up her coat. "And besides, I can get away with anything." And with that, she gave her most innocent look and they both burst into fits of giggling.
"Come on then before we're caught," Tonks said as she walked out of the office, "I'll buy you a drink."
"Not today Nym, I've gotta get straight home. James and I are going to this Halloween party tonight and I've got a special surprise for him." Narcissa replied as she closed the door behind her and locked it.
"Ooo, really." Tonks said with a knowing smile, "You got that dress then?"
Narcissa just grinned and gave her niece a smirk.
"So… someone will be getting laid tonight then," Tonks said after she stopped giggling again.
"God I hope so." She replied, trying hard not to let her true feelings show. They just looked seriously at each other for a moment though and then they both burst out laughing. She was not usually like this but given how much she was looking forward to that night, she didn't care.
"So Narcissa, finally changed your mind? Gonna join me in my office before you go home, eh?" Narcissa heard the voice and immediately knew it was Theodore Bracken, an associate she had to, unfortunately, put up with. She reluctantly turned around.
"Not even in your dreams Bracken." She answered back and she rolled her eyes as she looked at Tonks and yawned. Tonks just smiled back at her.
"You're always in my dreams." He said to her with what he hoped was a charming smile.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She chided back at him and turned away to walk away. "Now sod off." She called over her shoulder at him as he stood by Tonks watching her ass sway.
"You know, this is getting really embarrassing now Bracken," Tonks said as she patted him on his back and walked away.
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Harry opened the door as Sirius stopped the car outside the house. They had covered the entire distance from Southern France to England in a mere two hours.
"Well, that was something, I'll give you that, Padfoot, you'll have to let me have a go at it one day." He said to Sirius as he stood there admiring the beautiful machine again.
Sirius laughed before he answered, "One day, kiddo, one day."
Harry's smiled, "Anyway, I suppose I better go. Catch ya later Pad."
"Yeah, see ya later pup," Sirius replied and then burned the car off to speed away down the street.
Harry turned around holding his bag on his shoulder and slowly walked up the driveway to the house, all the while thinking about Sirius' new car. He couldn't believe how fast the thing was, and how smooth a ride. Smiling to himself, he walked up the twisting driveway feeling the warm, gentle breeze.
Entering the house, he went to the dining area to get himself a drink. Walking out to the living room, he found them sitting on the couch.
His dad was reading the sports section of the Daily Prophet while sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual work attire of a simple shirt, pants and tie with his blazer laid over the armrest, and his stepmother was beside him, drinking some orange juice.
"Hey dad, hey Cissy." He said as he threw his duffel bag under the kitchen table and went straight to the fridge.
"Oh, Harry," his stepmother put the glass on the counter and rushed to give him a hug.
"Alright Kid." His dad answered without taking his eyes from the paper. He was your typical middle-aged man, never took his eyes off when it was the sports pages; completely oblivious to everything when anything to do with Quidditch was in front of his face. Harry sometimes wondered if his dad would register an earthquake while he was engrossed in the columns.
"So how did you take so long, Harry?" His stepmom asked him.
"Oh! Padfoot picked me up in his new car and we took a detour. It was really great."
"Was it? That's nice. So, how are things at the club?"
"Well, to be honest, we are quite confident of the team we have, I believe the league is in the bag already." He answered back to her before sipping the water from his glass.
"Well, the state the league is in right now, I don't see anyone challenging the Drones for the title." His dad said, folding the paper down in front of him. Obviously, he had finished the sports section.
Harry just laughed as he put the glass on the table after gulping it all down.
"So, you're staying at home, right? Not planning to visit somewhere, are you?" His dad asked him, leaning back in the chair.
"Na, it's home time for me. Jacques said it's good for us to have some time with family after training hard." Harry answered.
"Well, Rousseau is the best manager there is, so you better learn as much as you can Harry. It would also help in the future if you want to go down the managerial route after retirement." His dad said.
"So, what are your plans tonight?" Narcissa asked.
He leaned against the back of the sofa opposite his stepmother, "Well, haven't got anything planned yet so I'll probably stay in. You two?"
"Well, there's this Halloween party tonight." His stepmom said with a smile for his dad.
"Ah, about that," his dad muttered, "I can't make it tonight, I got a late-night call-up tonight regarding the Jones case," James said, trying not to look at his wife.
Harry understood why his dad would be wary, even he knew that his stepmother had been looking forward to this party for very long and now she wouldn't be able to go. He could already see her face turning into a thunderhead and he thought it best if he left the married couple to it.
He turned gently towards the way to his bedroom and slowly began to move towards it, trying not to catch anyone's attention when his dad's voice made him suddenly freeze.
"Harry could go with you instead. He isn't doing anything and he was told to go and have fun with the family." His dad said hurriedly.
Harry stood still on the spot and turned around to say something to keep away from being involved when his stepmom spoke first, and he knew better than to interrupt a woman who wasn't happy.
"Harry can go? So, you're unloading your responsibilities on Harry now," She said, her voice dangerously calm. Harry knew the next step was shouting. He had to run, he thought to himself, but he couldn't move as his dad shot her down.
"Come on, Cissy. You're acting as if I don't want to go to the party. I would've come with you if I could, but this can really not wait!" James said.
"I know that, but they wouldn't let him in, he's uninvited James! You know what happened last year!" His stepmom said, still not seeming to be calm. Harry was however surprised that Mount Cissy hadn't erupted yet.
"They will. He will wear my costume and I bet even you won't recognize him." His dad retorted and then visibly relaxed when he saw his wife considering what he said.
In any other scenario, Harry would've suggested Polyjuice but the league had listed it as a banned substance for professional athletes.
Harry was still standing still, but he watched his stepmother sigh and take a big swig of her orange juice.
"He wouldn't want to go anyway. He wouldn't want to spend time with his stepmom at some boring party for old people." His stepmother said to his father.
Harry didn't know what to say. She was right, he didn't want to spend a night drinking with his dad's people, but his stepmother really wanted to go. He mentally kicked himself for not getting away before his dad could throw him in front of the bludger.
"Hey Cissy, I don't mind going if you still want to go." He said finally, and when she looked at him doubtfully, he said, "Really. I had no plans for tonight anyway."
"Look honey you don't have to, okay…" His stepmother said as she turned around and placed the empty glass on the table.
"Honestly Cissy, I don't mind. Really." 'No, I do mind but I have no other choice damn it!' Harry said, but felt something else, and tried to reassure her as best he could that he really wanted to go and not just saying it to mollify her. 'Oh, who am I kidding? I am mollifying her.'
"Are you sure Harry?" She said, half relieved and half disappointed.
"I'm sure." 'Oh fuck my luck' and a bright smile lit up her face. She walked over and gave him a big hug, then she turned to walk out of the room so she could go and get ready. Great, now he was stuck on a night out with his stepmom. What a great and fun night this was going to be. Things didn't get any better when his dad gave him the costume he would be wearing. Harry sighed when he saw what ridiculousness his dad had stumbled on.
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Narcissa stood admiring herself in the mirror as she finished smoothing her dress over her curvy body. She knew she looked hot, that was why she had bought the dress in the first place so that James wouldn't be able to resist her. Sadly all her plans got thrown down the gutter as when she would get home she would be horny and James would either still be away or he would be asleep, too tired from his assignment to pay her any attention.
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself Mrs Potter," She said to herself in the mirror, as she tried to bury her arousal.
Adding some small touches to her make-up, she took one last look at herself, smiling at how hot she looked in the dress. Maybe one consolation was that James would be as sexually frustrated as she would be tonight after seeing her.
That thought made her smile turn feral as she turned and glided out of the room as gracefully as a ballerina.
Harry stood in the hallway and tried not to look at how stupid he looked in his reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs. He felt like a moron, and worse, he looked like one too.
His dad obviously had the worst taste in costumes that he had ever seen, because his imagination stretched to an amazing length. He had gotten a Quidditch broom. How imaginative, Harry thought to himself. But that wasn't the worst of it.
The suit was the old ratty suit that resembled those Hogwarts broomsticks they used to teach the first years and was made of dull brown pants and shirt, which clung to his body. Lack of mobility aside, Harry was gawking at his reflection, as he could easily make out the bulge of his flaccid cock. He had a ridiculous mop of brown protrusions hanging over his head and an even more stupid small silver mask that covered his eyes and half of his nose. The only good thing about it was that the broom handle fit his body and showed his toning, but that didn't discount the fact that he felt as if he were a fool.
'Harry Potter, Quidditch superstar by day and a moron by night. Fuck!'
He turned his gaze away from the reflection and tried to forget what he was wearing. That didn't take long as soon as he turned to see his stepmother walking down the stairs.
He had never thought of her as his mother, maybe because when she married his dad, he was already a grown-up, but he hadn't thought of her in any way that would justify how he was seeing her right now. He had never seen his stepmother wear something like what she had on now. She slowly came walking down the stairs wrapped in a red dress that clung to every curve of her body, showing every contour of her perfect curves. He had never really noticed her as a woman before, she was just his stepmother who he saw more like an older friend, but this, Harry was sure his jaw was on the floor.
Narcissa Potter stood 5'7", but with the red high heels on she stood 5'9" when she finally stood in front of Harry. There was the skirt of the red dress that looked tattered and had rips coming up well past mid-thigh level showing Harry his stepmother's long creamy legs to perfection, as she wore red fishnet stockings too. Her flat stomach and slim waist highlighted the fact that she had never had a baby. Her long wavy blonde hair fell down her back and around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face which looked pale because of the red eyeliner and lipstick she wore, her full lips looked ready to swallow a cock whole. She wore red gloves on her arms which came up to her elbows, adorned with golden edges at the top, leaving her dainty fingers bare.
Harry's eyes rested on his stepmother's huge tits. He knew they were big because, well he had eyes, but she always wore conservative clothing comprising of robes, but this dress hardly contained the two large globes. The dress was one with a plunging neckline, which showed almost a good part of her full tits, from the tops to the good side of the globe of flesh and cleavage. Harry could see her nipples poking hard against the thin material of her top. The twin globes were pushed together tightly, causing her breasts to mash together. He thought her tits would surely pop out if she made any sudden jerky movement and given how tight her dress was and the view of her tits on display, Harry was sure she had forgone the bra.
She was, in simple terms, a total knockout. He marvelled at his father's luck.
Harry was painfully aware of his rock-hard cock and the fact that it was obviously plainly visible through the stupid broomstick he was wearing.
Narcissa was aware of where Harry's attention was, and a thrill of excitement rushed through her. Feeling mischievous, she daintily cupped his chin and lifted his face so that their eyes made direct contact. Narcissa was surprised and a bit aroused to see the dark pools of emerald gazing at her with a heated look.
"You don't think I've gone overboard, so you?" She whispered. Feeling bold, she dropped her hand from his chin and began smoothing the front of her dress down from her tits and over her stomach, flattening the fabric and smoothening it.
"No." He managed, and then cleared his throat to calm himself down. He turned his body sideways in an effort to hide his obvious bulge.
'What are you doing Harry! This is your stepmom you're perving over! Your dad's wife!'
'Yeah, but look at her! How could I not!?'
Harry fought an internal battle as Narcissa kept looking at him. She was 37 years old and she looked barely older than 25.
"Where's James?" She asked him.
"Err, he left some time ago," He answered, trying to keep his eyes on her face.
Narcissa smiled, "Well, it's time, I guess. We would need to take the car though. I don't think it's good to apparate in this costume. Who knows what might... pop up," she smirked in satisfaction when she saw him flush.
"Y-yeah, let's go then." He said, taking the car keys from the keyholder and moving ahead.
As they walked to the car Narcissa stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"Remember to act like James tonight. With what happened last year, they can't think you're someone else, so act your part." She smiled, to which he simply nodded.
But what she said next made his heart jump almost out of his chest. "Oh and, I think that suit fits you really well."
'Did she check out my cock? Surely not!'
He didn't know what to say though. Was Cissy flirting with him? Or was his libido making him lose control around a hot woman?
'No, she's my stepmom. Come on boy, down!'
'It's wrong to think about her that way. It's wrong. It's wrong.'
'But she's a woman. A very hot one!'
'Aarghhhh… I have to move away, yes. I won't think about this.'
He tried to push the thought away by telling himself how disgusting it was to think that way about his stepmom.
He ducked quickly into the car without delay and Cissa simply laughed lightly. He wasted no time in quickly revving the engine up and driving away.
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When they reached the venue, Narcissa had to try hard not to smile at Harry. He kept his eyes on the road the entire time and didn't so much as glance at her. She knew what he was thinking.
She felt flattered that she could turn Harry on. She knew he was turned on by the size of the bulge showing in those tight pants. She forced herself to stop thinking about the large bulge in between his legs. She felt a flutter of excitement by teasing him though, she knew she was a very pretty woman and it excited her to know that she could tease a guy like Harry who had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him. She told herself to just go with the flow because to pull this off tonight she had to make sure that no one suspected anything amiss.
"Now, just act as you would normally do with your girl, okay? We have to ensure they don't suspect anything." She said looking at him in the eyes, he nodded, and Narcissa couldn't help but smile as she spoke again, "Simple touches and a bit of flirting would work too."
Harry's eyes widened as he struggled to form a response. Yeah, she was hot but she was his father's wife.
"Look Harry, I'm not asking you to go overboard, all you have to do is keep it simple. A hug or an arm around my waist, maybe a peck on the cheek. Nothing big, you think you can do that? " She asked.
"Yeah. Sure, I guess." He said uncertainly.
"What is it? Are you ashamed to be seen with me? Am I not hot or good enough for you?" She asked pretending to be outraged. She already knew the answer to that question by that bulge in his pants.
"No! Why would even think that! It's just, kinda weird. You're my stepmom, and flirting with you…" He replied and then looked down, although he realized his mistake quickly as he jerked it back up quickly when his eyes fell on her cleavage. She smiled again, trying to comfort him but still teasing.
"Look, just pretend that I'm just another girl who you're going out with." She urged him.
"Alright." He said after a small sigh.
"Relax honey, and just try to enjoy yourself. You never know, tonight might turn out to be fun." She reassured him.
She slipped an arm through his own and they began walking towards the entrance. As they walked, she pressed herself just a little closer against his arm, gently pressing her tits against him. He fidgeted around and cleared his throat a couple of times as well. Yes, he was flustered, and Narcissa found it very amusing indeed.
'Come on, Potter! You've been on so many dates! Man up!'He thought.
When they entered the well-lit room, they saw that there were quite a few people just standing there talking, various couples were dotted around and a few people were just walking around on their own, but everyone was dressed up. Wizards dressed up as Dumbledore, elves, werewolves, fairies, and whatnot. Narcissa swore she saw a few wizards wearing the Death Eater garb and had to stifle a gasp at the audacity.
Suddenly, two merpeople walked up to Narcissa and Harry.
"Ah! good evening Narcissa, James." The voice of Matthew Turpin said. He was the one hosting the party at his workplace. James was a member of the board and the two knew one another quite well.
"Matthew, Rosaline, so nice to see you." She replied with a bright smile, noting the older man's eye line straight at her cleavage, "Thank you for the invitation."
"Nonsense, nonsense, James here is always welcome here. He is one of the board members after all." He said without once taking his eyes from her tits. Harry clearly saw this as he tensed.
Suddenly, he spoke in a deep voice, emulating his father.
"Nice to see you too Matt. If you don't mind, I would like to go get a drink." He said and walked away, leaving Narcissa the choice to follow or be dragged along.
She smiled at the Turpins as she walked away on Harry's arm, but when they were far enough away, she whispered angrily, "What was that all about?"
"Don't act as if you don't know it," He growled.
"You can't fault him for looking at me. Not when you've done it yourself." She said quickly and quietly.
"Sorry."
She didn't know what it was for though – for what he did or the fact that he ogled her as well. Narcissa didn't bother much about that though.
The two simply went ahead into the main hall. It was dark except for the flickering lights of the dance area on the opposite half of the one they were standing in. The corridors led to various offices and cubicles on either side of the stage.
The room was pitch dark, and despite the occasional flicker of something owing to the lights from the disco ball, Narcissa could barely see various parts of the room or the walls.
"I'm getting a drink," Harry said when they entered the darkroom, "You want something?"
She smiled at him lovingly, "Sure, but keep the drinks under control. You have to drive back."
"Can't you do it this time? Dad taught you last year," He said, looking at the bar.
"Well, I'm don't think I could drive all that well at night. Also, I'm here to have a good time tonight so I don't see why I shouldn't drink." She said with a smile.
"Now, be a dear and go fetch me a drink, baby." And she gave him a little peck on the cheek.
Harry simply shook his head and left with a muttered, "I'll be back". He darted out of the room and into the restroom that he had seen earlier. To his relief, he found it empty.
Quickly he walked over to the sink. Splashing the cold water on his face, he soaked his face and then looked into the mirror.
He was so turned on right now! His cock was raging hard and the bulge was blatantly visible. Harry thought about going into the cubicle and jacking himself off while thinking about the blonde seductress that Narcissa had turned into.
'No! She didn't turn into anything. She's been a seductress all the time. It's just that I never saw her like that.'
'Boy, is she a knockout! That's not a woman, no! That's a succubus come to life! Sex on legs, yeah, that's what she is.'
Harry looked long and hard at himself in the mirror and tried to calm himself down. He was breathing heavily and his fingers were shaking where they were planted on the counter.
"She's only pretending." He told his reflection, "You understand? She's not flirting with you. Now man up and do what you're expected to do."
"Yes." He whispered, looking at his reflection and nodded. "I'm going to go out there and react normally. It's just a role. I can do this."
He repeated his words over and over again and splashed the cold water a few times more on his steaming face.
'Control yourself, Potter. Get a grip, will you! Just keep calm and control your libido, damn it! She's your stepmother. She's just pretending. This is all an act.'
He told himself to calm down once again and continued to repeat that in his mind as he left and went back to get a drink for Narcissa.
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Narcissa meanwhile had busied herself with talking to different people. Currently, she was with a couple who she had once met at a party but didn't know personally. The man was the first who she had spoken to that had not only stared at her tits. Well, he had stared but had enough decency to control his gaze.
'Why is it that the only man who could touch these tits when he wants to is the only one not here?'
She tried to tell herself that the feelings she was feeling right then were created by her annoyance at the situation and not because she was feeling horny.
For the umpteenth time, she looked around to see if she could see Harry anyway.
'He's been gone for what? 10 minutes now? Where is he?' She wondered.
Suddenly she felt an arm around her waist pulling her side against someone, and she jumped, surprised.
She turned her head to look and tried to calm her racing heart when she saw who it was.
"Hey honey, you scared me! Where've you been?" She asked, taking a few deep breaths as she looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Oh, I just went to the restroom, love." He answered back, his voice deeper than normal yet again.
Narcissa stared at him for a moment and was tempted to take the mask off. She would've sworn this was James if she didn't know that it was Harry instead. Harry had never spoken to her like that, and it looked like he didn't seem the least bit nervous of flirting with her anymore. The most astounding fact was that he even sounded the same as his father with the loud music blaring in the background.
He smiled at her as he handed her the glass of punch.
"Thought you might want this seeing as I'm driving. Goblin's punch, they're calling it. I've heard it's quite, err… addictive, let's say." He said with a smile and then turned that smile on the couple watching the two of them interacting, having no clue who this was.
"Hey, how's everything?" He asked as if he actually knew who they were.
Narcissa took a gulp of the green liquid that Harry had handed to her, studying it for a bit as she pondered Harry and his sudden change in personality. He still had his arm around her waist as if that was an all-natural and normal occurrence. He even squeezed her side once or twice as he spoke, looking well and truly at home each time as he did so while continuing to lovingly smile at her.
'So… you're not flustered around me anymore, are you?' Narcissa thought. 'Well, we can't have that now, can we dear?'
Filled with a newfound resolve, she moved closer to her stepson and pressed her large tits tightly against his arm, burying his well-muscled arm deep inside her cleavage. As she did so, she ran her thumb across his lips, wiping a drop of punch away before pulling it down to rest it on his chest. She caressed his chest, feeling up his muscles, idly noticing how solid he was. Smiling adoringly up at him like a loving wife, she spoke teasingly, "Hey baby, I'm just going to get myself a refill. I won't be long, okay", she said, standing on her tiptoes slightly and gently kissing him on the chin.
To her surprise, Harry didn't move at all. Neither did he flinch nor did he seem the slightest bit flustered. He just simply turned to her and smiled, and she felt his hand fall down onto her ass and give it a squeeze. Her eyes widened comically at his forward gesture, and she looked at him in shock.
"Don't worry babe, I'll go get you one," He said and with that infuriating grin on his lips, he slapped her hard on her ass before walking off towards the bar.
'What the fuck!? What's gotten into him!?'
She knew she should be disapproving of his actions, but his confidence lit a competitive fire inside of her.
'So, you want to play this game, Harry? Well, too bad. I'm not going to be outdone by you. You think you're such an alpha, don't you? But I will make you flustered again, you'll see.'
Keeping her face normal, Narcissa Potter simply smiled as her stepson, who walked off to get her a refill.
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Harry came back to find Narcissa sitting alone at a table near where he had previously left her. Walking over, he handed her the glass which she took with a smile. The table was round with typical party decorations – white cloth and a flower bouquet in the middle. Harry took a seat in the chair beside her, their shoulders and thighs touching each other. Narcissa idly noticed that their table was in one of those darker spots that she had spotted previously when they first arrived. It obviously didn't seem much darker to Narcissa now that they were sitting there, but she was sure no one would have been able to make much out beyond the fact that two people were sitting there.
As Harry sat down, Narcissa leaned forward a little and smiled at him. Taking a sip of her punch she idly ran the fingernails of her left hand up and down his thigh under the table. That made him flinch, but to his credit, he regained his composure quickly.
Feeling bolder, she leaned closer until their faces were just a few inches apart. She could feel his warm breath on her own face and sense the warmth his body was exhibiting. She could also feel something gently flowing through her veins, unaware that her own level of lust was rising rapidly.
"Thank you, baby." She breathed out and leant in to gently brush his lips with hers.
Slowly, keeping her body steady, she pulled away slightly to look at his face. Her heart was hammering under her breasts, and she knew that he was not any better. To her absolute dismay, he didn't show the slightest hint of fluster, at all. She growled at herself in frustration, but outwardly she just smiled and then moved forward to press her lips against his, not hard enough to seem to pressurize, but firm enough. This was a proper peck on the lips, and neither one of them moved away.
Electricity began to course through Narcissa's veins, and a kiss that surely lasted only for a few seconds seemed to go on forever.
Slowly, she moved her face away and looked into his eyes. Her heart was pounding faster, and the thought that what she was doing was wrong didn't cross her mind even once.
'I didn't kiss him. It was only a peck. Nothing wrong with that.'
Narcissa was visibly shocked when she saw that Harry didn't look shaken or flustered at all; in fact, he appeared as if was had just happened was a completely normal occurrence. This time, Narcissa failed to keep her growl quiet.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked her, looking slightly concerned as he gazed at her.
"Since when did you become so bold that you actively started flirting with me?" She asked, visibly irritated.
"Wasn't this what you wanted? I'm doing this for you. Believe me, it isn't easy," He said and took a quick gulp of his punch, draining the entire glass in one.
'So, I am getting to him. Good.'
She definitely wasn't prepared to go any further, but she had an idea to make him squirm.
'No man can resist this. No one.'
With a smile, she said to him teasingly, "This chair isn't very comfortable, I think a change is needed." And with those words, she stood up and dropped her body sideways into his lap.
Harry's eyes shot open and now Narcissa grinned in triumph. Now he was flustered. She put her arm around his neck and made herself comfortable on his lap, shifting her body so that her tits were right under his face in such a manner that he had no way of avoiding looking at her cleavage. Suddenly, she realized what the hardness underneath her was that was making her uncomfortable on his lap. Now it was her turn as her eyes shot open. She tried to stand up but Harry quickly wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and pulled her down on his hardness. Narcissa couldn't help the moan that came out of her mouth and she was about to demand why he did that when she noticed two guys coming to sit down opposite them and smile at Harry. Quickly composing herself, Narcissa tried to sit very still and look like she was comfortable, but Harry's rock-hard cock was pressed completely against her pussy, not to mention she was still horny from earlier and it made a rather inconvenient combination at that moment.
"Is that you James?" One of the guys said.
"Who else will come here wearing a broom, moron?" The other one added before turning back to the couple. "Is this your wife you keep talking about? Gotta admit you were right when you said how hot she was, man!"
"Well, you know, only the hottest woman for me, my Cissa's the hottest there is." He smiled at her and bounced her on his lap a couple of times, which caused her pussy to collide against his hardened cock in quick succession. Narcissa tried with all her might to keep a straight face.
She saw and was not surprised at all to see the two creepy men ogling her. She opened her mouth to say something but was surprised when Harry spoke again.
"You know, she looks so sexy that I didn't even want to come here. Now I have to wait until we get home to fuck her." He said, and Narcissa gawked at how explicit he was being in front of the two men who she didn't even know. Narcissa was even more flabbergasted, and even more aroused when Harry dragged his hand from her waist, brushing upwards on her stomach and cupped her right tit, squeezing it hard several times.
Narcissa squeaked but she tried hard not to show anything on her face, she just buried her face in the crook of his neck and let her stepson grope her tits until he finally let go and spoke to the two again.
"I don't want to be rude guys but could you give me and my girl here a bit of privacy for a while." He said, replacing his hand back on her waist and once again bouncing her slightly on his lap. Her pussy pulsed and yearned for release, such was the tension within her.
The two guys smiled and nodded then said goodbye to Narcissa and walked away. As soon as the two were out of eyeshot Narcissa stood up, brandished her wand, cast a privacy charm around the table and rounded on Harry.
"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" She demanded harshly, "You can't touch me like that, I'm your..."
He leaned forward and gently laid a finger on her lips and said, "I apologize but I had to. I saw those guys earlier when I went to the bar and they were always trying it on with the women, desperate creeps. I had to let them know that you were off-limits."
"You didn't have to..." She began but again he silenced her with that finger on her ruby red lips.
"I had to. We're pretending you're my wife, not anything else." He said looking at her flatly, "Isn't it what I'm supposed to do?"
There wasn't much she could say, she knew he was right, but he was her stepson. How could he be so calm about touching his father's wife like that? He seemed to have been enjoying it!
'He's not my son though. He's never considered me his mother.'
"I think we should calm down before things get out of hand." She said as she looked at him.
"Ok, we'll just flirt lightly and no one will know." He reassured her. It should've relieved her, but it made her feel a sense of disappointment. She had enjoyed it, she knew it in her heart. Enjoyed the feel of his hard cock against her needing pussy. Missed it now that it wasn't there. 'Calm down, Narcissa!'
"Come on let's get another drink." Harry urged her.
"Yeah, let's." She said trying to smile. She had to calm down, she couldn't let lust take over her, or they could end up doing something they would surely regret.
Chapter 2
Chapter Text
Over the course of the next few hours, the dynamics between Narcissa and Harry gradually changed. Initially, there was a sense of awkwardness between the two of them. Narcissa did not know what she should do, reluctant to give Harry any mixed signals. Harry, on the other hand, was stuck in the dilemma of keeping himself in the balance, both to help convince other people they were married but not going past the limits expected of him.
Food and drinks continued to flow between them, more of the latter to be honest, which made them slowly relax around each other. Gradually they started to lightly flirt with one another, a touch here, a glance there, all within proper limits so as to avoid any doubts.
Not much later their little hugs and arms around each other became a little more frequent as they got more comfortable. Light pecks on the cheeks, holding hands, interlacing their fingers and walking around became a normal thing. Narcissa's hands caressing Harry's legs even near his crotch and Harry's hand rubbing and squeezing Narcissa's ass didn't faze them in the slightest. More drinks passed between them and as the time kept flying by and as they drank some more, the pecks on the lips began to reappear. The lips of the stepmother and her stepson stayed pressed together harder and for longer, each time, and neither felt it was not right.
It was getting easier for Harry now to see her not as his stepmom but as a hot and sexy woman after so long of pretending they were married. It had only been a matter of hours, but their flirting and physical activities had only gotten stronger with each passing minute. Although Harry still knew in the back of his mind that this was all an act and Narcissa was feeling quite tipsy, not that he was much better himself.
Their inhibitions kept lowering and Narcissa was beginning to feel quite tipsy when one of her favourite songs came on.
"Oh baby, come on, we've got to dance to this. Love, we haven't danced all night." Narcissa implored Harry.
He looked up at her as she was bending over to pull him up by the hands and her twin globes almost hit him right in the face. Her cleavage was heavenly. He couldn't resist her. She was just too hot.
"Come on then, love." He said, exercising great restraint as he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between those glorious mounds of pillowy flesh. After enough practice, calling her by more intimate names had also become easier; it had become reflexive. Reality felt so distorted that it seemed like she was actually his wife and not his father's. But still, some part of both of them still held to the reality, because if she had been anyone else, he would have taken his shot already.
The dance floor was quite crowded with various couples swaying to the music. It was quite a mix of moves, from gentle to intimate to, quite suggestive. Harry walked with Narcissa and they took their place on the stage.
Normally the song was a slow-moving one, but the band that was mixing it had made it quite livelier so that dancing on the floor would be easier until you couldn't dance anymore.
Gently, Harry placed his arms around Narcissa's waist and pulled her tightly against him, holding her comfortably. Despite having a few drinks, he was feeling comparatively sober; Narcissa, on the other hand, was feeling a little tipsy.
Narcissa rested her head against his chest and sighed contentedly as they slowly swayed to the beats. Her soft tits pressed against his hard chest, her arms lightly resting around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, and his hands resting on her hips slowly moved down to cup her tight ass.
As his hands reached down and squeezed Narcissa's ass, he pulled her tightly against himself, feeling his hard cock pressing against her stomach. He couldn't help it. With such a hot woman so close, coupled with what had happened between them until then, his natural instinct was to properly claim her, and it felt good having her pressed tightly against him.
Slowly, she lifted her head up to look into his eyes, their faces only inches apart again. A look of love passed between them as they looked at each other, their faces moving closer together until his lips met hers. They were so soft; he hadn't paid attention before but now he couldn't believe how soft they were. Harder, they pressed their bodies together, until Harry couldn't take it anymore.
Just when he was about to open his mouth, the music suddenly went loud as the chorus sounded with the beats and Narcissa pushed away from him so quickly that he thought that he had done something wrong. Harry was surprised to see that she had a big grin on her face. He quickly realized that she wouldn't be smiling like that if he had pissed her off.
She began to move her hips sensuously to the beat of the music, shaking her ass and running her hands over her curvaceous frame, cupping her tits and even squeezing them together as a look of pure lust came into her eyes.
He danced around with her, moving in tandem, moulding their bodies together. Both of them ground their pelvises together over their clothes, fucking each other right there on the dance floor.
Narcissa ran her fingers through his hair as Harry pressed feather kisses to her exposed shoulder and neck. He bit her and sucked hard which coaxed a gasp from the blonde.
Narcissa locked her eyes with Harry's and slowly but seductively dragged her finger over her stomach, through the valley of her wonderous tits, to her lips before coating it with her saliva and giving it a hard suck.
Harry would be the first to admit he was not a virgin. Being a celebrity and one of the best Quidditch players in Europe certainly came with some perks. But he would also tell anyone that he had never seen anyone, not even the veela, move so sexily as Narcissa was moving right then. There was no thought in his mind that this was his father's wife anymore. He only knew that she was a woman who wanted him and he would be damned if he didn't give her what she wanted.
Narcissa rubbed her body against his, then back to ground her ass against his throbbing length and repeated the process again until Harry had had enough and when she turned her back on him again, he reached out, grabbing her waist and pulled her hard against him, pressing her back firmly against his front. Her ass rammed hard against his cock. He held her tightly against himself and Narcissa ground her ass hard against his raging cock.
Harry's hands held onto Narcissa's flat stomach as she ground her ass against his cock. She stretched her body, pushing her tits high as her arms snaked around his neck to pull his face down to meet hers. Their lips met instantly and parted seconds later. His tongue darted straight into her mouth and was met by her tongue probing hard and fast against him. They kissed passionately, the need for oxygen nonexistent. Harry plundered her whole mouth with his tongue, wrestling Narcissa's own into submission. Narcissa's hands remained locked around his neck, her breasts straining against her costume as she pulled him harder to kiss her, her back arched so she could kiss him and her ass pushed hard against his dick which was almost drilling a hold in his costume.
Harry slowly dragged his hands up her stomach as their tongues collided with ferocious intensity and their bodies writhed in lust and slid them up and over her soft mounds of tit flesh.
With reckless abandon, Harry mauled Narcissa's tits, squeezing them hard and rough, pushing and mashing them together and altogether feeling her softness to his heart's content. He squeezed and pinched roughly at her dress-covered nipples, all the while devouring her mouth.
So lost was he in his lust that he began to pull at the top of her costume in order to yank the top down and free up those melons.
Narcissa twirled around in his grip and locked her arms around his neck, pulling herself deeper into his mouth and squashing her heaving breasts roughly against his hard chest. Harry's hands roughly squeezed and groped Narcissa's incredibly tight ass and he pulled her roughly against him, wanting nothing more than to fuck this goddess senseless. He dipped his finger under her skirt right between her legs and felt her arousal, dripping and wet. He caressed and probed her cunt over her knickers, his hand was rendered wet with the evidence of her lust as he smeared her soft thighs with her love juice.
However, just as he was about to pull her knickers aside to push his finger inside her gushing furnace, the song ended and Narcissa slowed her kissing down until she slowly pulled away. Staring up at him with her half-lidded grey eyes, and her arms wrapped around his neck, she smiled up at him. And then everything they had done on the dance floor seemed to hit her at once like a freight train, as her eyes widened and her lovely mouth, the very same one he had plundered vehemently just seconds ago, opened in shock.
Narcissa just stared at him, her mouth open but no sound coming out.
"I… uh-I'll… be right back!" and she rushed off the stage, out of the hall towards what he presumed were the female toilets.
Harry simply looked at his fingers, the ones he had touched her wet core with. He sucked her arousal off before making his way to the table they had occupied.
Harry sat there at the table deep in contemplation for over fifteen minutes waiting for Narcissa to come back.
'What just happened? I want her. I want her so much that I was ready to take her right there on the dance floor, in front of everyone to see. Her body, like a goddess. Those soft mounds of flesh, I bet they're the softest. That mouth of hers, her taste, her arousal – everything about her is heavenly. I want her. And she wants me too. I know she does. No, I'm not going to let her go.'
He stood there contemplating everything over in his mind, replaying everything, remembering how it felt to have her hot body pressed up against him, to have her big firm globes finally in his hands, his mouth passionately devouring hers as their tongues battled enthusiastically. He resolved and steeled himself for what was to come, his mind free of any doubt.
'You're mine, Cissa.'
XXXXX
Narcissa rushed to the restroom and quickly went to the sink. She turned on the tap for cold water and splashed her face quickly. Even if she had cared about her make-up at that moment, it was the type that never smudged and only came off with a special spell. Not that she cared right then. She kept splashing and rubbing her face for over a minute before sighing and turning the tap off.
As she lifted her head up to look into the mirror, she stared at herself. Water ran down her beautiful young face and trickled down between her breasts, soaking her red costume. She knew she was a very beautiful woman, and that Harry wasn't her son. She also knew that he had never seen her as his mother, and had clarified long ago that he didn't need one. Narcissa didn't consider Harry her son either. How could she when it brought back so many painful memories?
Narcissa vehemently buried the flashes of blonde hair aside and recalled what had just happened a few minutes ago. Harry might not be her son but he was still her husband's.
She released deep breaths and tried as hard as she could to push the thoughts of what happened on the dance floor away, all in vain. Her body was taunting her mind, singing the opposite tune. She knew there was pent up sexual tension under her skin. She had planned for this night for months, and James' absence had left her quite frustrated. Her body was crying out to be used as Harry had done oh so passionately. It was pleading her, not for the normal sex that she had with James, but to be really fucked, and fucked hard. She wanted it and she needed it and the thought that it was her stepson who wanted to give it to her only turned her on beyond reason.
'No! Get a hold of yourself, Narcissa! What you're thinking is not right! He's Harry. You cannot do this, not to both Harry and James!'
She tried to convince herself. To tell herself that she would go out and tell Harry to forget everything that happened.
'And then we'll go home and pretend this never happened. Yes.'
She again recalled what happened on the dance floor. The way they moved, the way they touched, his mouth dominating hers, their tongues battling and wrapping around, his delicate touches that evolved into rough groping, the way he bit her neck to mark her as his own, the gushing of her cunt as he mauled her tits and nipples, the feeling of his fingers on her dripping snatch and the way he smeared her own juices all over her thighs.
She absentmindedly touched every single part of her body he had touched her, caressing the mark on her neck and her smeared thighs and the truth came to her. She knew he wanted to fuck her, but the truth she had tried so hard to avoid right now was apparent for her to see. She knew he was going to fuck her, and she was going to love every single second of it, even though she had tried to deny it to herself.
She knew what was going to happen, and she accepted it as she straightened her hair and her dress in the mirror, blinking her eyes until she looked the way she had come to that party. She, Narcissa Potter, was going to not only let Harry fuck her when she walked out, not only did she want him deep inside her, but she also knew that she was going to fuck him back, and love all of it!
She stood straight, looking at herself and readjusted her hair and dress, knowing deep down that she wasn't going to be wearing that dress for too long.
She took a deep breath and released it, which did wonderful things to her prominent cleavage and exited the restroom to find Harry. She had made a decision and she was going to stand by it.
Narcissa entered the hall and walked through the crowd, which seemed a lot bigger now, with snitches the size of dragons fluttering in her belly.
Suddenly, she saw Harry ahead of her, staring intently at her. She could see he was worried, and the love and admiration he held for her were clearly visible in his eyes, but most of all, she could see the lust pooling in his dark emerald gaze, overpowering everything else.
She straightened her chin up, her gaze not leaving him, and slowly glided towards him, her arms folded under her breasts, holding onto herself. She knew he wouldn't do anything if she asked, but the fact was that she knew she wanted him too.
She reached him and stopped, staring into his eyes without saying anything. She felt a bit nervous and very horny, but above all, she felt confused. Confused because she knew it was wrong but she still wanted him so bad.
They stared at one another without saying a word for what seemed like an eternity, until a flicker of doubt appeared in her mind; that she was wrong and nothing was going to happen. Strangely, she didn't know how she should've felt. Happy that nothing was going to happen, or sad that it was not going to happen.
Her doubts were put to rest when Harry reached around her waist and pulled her to him. Her palms held on his chest and she looked up into his eyes. Slowly his lips descended on hers. She grabbed two fistfuls of his costume on his chest as they softly kissed. Belatedly she realized how good of a kisser he was.
Slowly he pulled away but didn't let his grip on her loosen. Looking down, he gave her a smile so feral that it pulled something inside her. Just the confidence oozing through him was enough to turn her on.
"You know, don't you?" He said with a cocky grin, "I'm going to fuck you tonight, Cissa."
She just looked at him and nodded, trying to hide the thrill of excitement and lust that shot through her glans when he said that.
She wanted him, right then. She needed him, badly. Why did something so wrong feel so right? How could something that felt like this be wrong? Narcissa was confused, and deep inside she knew Harry was feeling the same, but she also knew that just like her, he didn't care if it was right or wrong. They had decided and they would not be turning back now.
"I'm going to fuck you as you've never been fucked before, Cissa. I'm going to spoil you for everyone else, even my father. I hope you're ready for that." He murmured, gently caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers.
She felt hot lust and electricity coursing through her, dampening her core once more as she nodded once again.
Harry's smile was cocky and oh so feral, and Narcissa could feel her heart thudding inside her chest as his eyes roamed over her body, soaking in the visual display she was putting for him. She wanted him to look at her.
He grabbed hold of her hand, interlocking their fingers together, as he looked her in the eyes intently. A few seconds later he gave her a genuine smirk before walking, leading her towards the exit door.
She grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him the moment they exited the hall and reached the corridor. Harry looked at her questioningly, and she grinned up at him.
"I know just the place. Come." With a teasing grin, she led him towards the perfect place for their next dance.
XXXXX
Harry looked at Narcissa for a moment before giving a shrug. "Okay, let's go," he said and let her lead him, wondering what she had in mind. She had no doubts now, she wanted it, he wanted it, and it was decided. Doubting and getting confused didn't matter anymore. She knew what she wanted and she knew what she was going to do.
Together they went down the corridor, and they both felt a peculiar thrill as the time passed, all inhibitions long forgotten. A feeling of excitement surged through the forbidden pair as they thought of what they were going to do.
They could easily make out grunts and moans from the various rooms dotted along the walls, and it turned them on even more. Narcissa increased their pace, getting impatient. Her body was yearning for what she knew was going to come. The little voice deep inside her, one that had been urging her to stop what they were about to do, that it was not right, was completely silent now. Not that she would have listened to it had it been present. Whatever the consequences might be, none of them cared right now. The only thing that mattered was what they were going to do.
Narcissa abruptly stopped in front of an office, and Harry's cock lurched when he saw the nameplate affixed to the door. She turned towards Harry and gave him a mischievous grin as she took both his hands in hers. She lifted her heels backwards and slowly pushed the door open with it and walked backwards into the office, dragging Harry with her. Not breaking eye contact, she bit her lower lip sultrily, her eyes were clouded with lust.
When both of them were inside the room, Narcissa released her grasp on Harry's hands and made to close the door, brushing her hands across his toned chest. Meanwhile, Harry looked around the room. Narcissa was visibly shaking with anticipation of what was to come, her stomach coiling around. Any rational thought had drowned in her lust and her desire to get fucked by Harry.
Narcissa flicked the glittering lamps on, just enough to give them a semblance of dim light. It was not bright at all, just enough that they were able to completely take in the features of each other and it was making the scene even more sensual.
The room was fairly large for a cabin. It was a typical office with a high-backed leather chair behind the large desk on the opposite side with a pair of smaller chairs in front. It was a usual office desk, with stacks of parchment, quills and an inkwell, photo frame, etc., strewn across the surface tidily.
There was a large window overlooking the park outside the building with a soft leather sofa under it. The wall opposite the window was hidden by a high shelf that was filled with various bludgers and quaffles. In each corner stood a flowerpot adorning different plants.
Overall, the room was spotlessly clean, and even the pictures of various Quidditch teams hanging on the walls were reflecting the dim light being emitted in the room.
Harry took his time looking over the office and slowly turned towards an eagerly awaiting Narcissa who stood with her back against the closed door, the curtains draped over the transparent glass surface which concealed the interior.
"This room has privacy charms?" He asked, calmly yet a touch anxious.
Narcissa smiled teasingly, "Nope. Everyone's busy partying or...having fun elsewhere. We don't need them."
"You sure?" He asked as he looked outside the window to see a few people fooling around on the street.
"Mm-hmm, and even if someone comes," she licked her lips saucily and gave him a wink, "why should we worry?"
Harry just shook his head and smirked as he drank her in. Her firm tits straining hard against the fabric of her red dress as she leaned against the door and stretched her upper body out, emphasizing her perfect curves. The glorious view of her thighs on display where her skirt had ridden up as she bent her left leg to rest it against the door. However, the most alluring sight was her grey eyes, half-lidded, dark with arousal as they devoured his own body hungrily.
Right in one, Narcissa was gazing hungrily at him, her eyes taking in his face and slowly trailing down his toned, muscled chest to his firm abdomen. She licked her lips as she took in the large bulge clearly visible, not concealed at all by the skin-tight costume he was wearing. Narcissa knew she was drooling but she didn't care one bit. Her pussy was aching for some action and she was feeling more excited as time went on.
Narcissa reluctantly tore her eyes away from that massive bulge and carried her gaze upwards to lock on his own.
Harry stalked forward, looking at her hungrily. Narcissa took laboured breaths as she felt her stomach going into chaos. "I want you, Cissa." He whispered and he stood in front of her.
He made to close the distance but Narcissa raised a hand to his chest, holding him in place.
"I want to suck you first." She whispered, smiling as she stood up straight. Her heart was hammering inside her chest and she could hear her deep breathing clearly. "I want you in my mouth before we go on."
Harry gulped audibly and visibly shook with lust.
Narcissa smiled and ran her hand down until she grabbed hold of the large bulge straining against the fabric of his dress. 'Damn he's hard, and oh so big!'. Fire surged through her very being when she realized that this monster was going to build its nest inside her tonight.
"Mmmm Harry, you're so big!" She breathed alluringly as she leaned forward to press her breasts against his chest, looking up at him. "Enjoy the view?" She said when she saw him looking down her dress into the valley of her breasts.
"I'm going to enjoy fucking you even more." With that, he pushed Narcissa slowly down onto her knees. Narcissa felt a hot rush of lust run through her body as he did so. 'Oh I love it when he takes charge.'
She shook with lust and anticipation as she looked up at him.
Harry looked down at her, his wanton gaze commanding her to just get on with it, and Narcissa turned to stare hungrily at the large bulge just inches away from her face. She raised both her hands and unbuttoned the lower half of his costume that resembled the handle of a broomstick. Her heart thudded in her chest when she realized that she was about to see his hard, naked cock for the first time, and she shivered when she realized that the very same piece of meat was going to be inside her very soon. Gulping in anticipation, she pulled half his costume down.
Harry's cock sprang free of its confines and audibly slapped against Narcissa's nose. Leaning back a little, she finally got a good look and she gasped.
"Morgana!" She whispered, flabbergasted, "It's huge!"
Harry smirked down at her although she didn't see as her eyes were transfixed on what was dangling right in front of her face.
Slowly she lifted her hand to grab hold of the thick shaft. Even with her fist coiled around his girth, she saw that the tip of her middle finger barely met her thumb. She breathed heavily as she rubbed the foreskin under her fingers, awestruck by the sheer magnitude of what she was holding. She lifted her other hand and wrapped adjacent to the other one, holding his cock with both hands. Even then his cockhead managed to stay outside the confines of her grip.
"Bigger than you imagined, huh?" He asked confidently, feeling smug at her reaction.
All Narcissa could do was nod, unable to take her eyes off the behemoth that she was holding with both her hands.
Slowly she began to stroke his cock, gently squeezing as she moved her hands back and forth. She felt Harry whisper something but Narcissa didn't hear any of it, so lost she was in her ministrations. 'This is going inside me tonight' She thought to herself. The only man who had previously been inside her wasn't small in any sense but even he was not that big, and she used to think he was huge. She absentmindedly kept stroking his cock, internally marvelling at it.
Suddenly, Harry's words brought her out of her daze and she looked up at him.
"That's it, Cissy, you're doing great." He whispered as he stared at her unblinkingly.
'When did I start stroking him?' Narcissa wondered, pumping his shaft. His cock was hard as a rock, and his face revealed how much he was loving her ministrations.
Harry had a fantastic view straight down Narcissa's tight red dress, its front was straining against her big bust and her cleavage was looking so fucking delicious that he had to stop himself from grabbing her and ripping her dress off. He wondered if it was a dream.
'If it is, I never want to wake up.'
His eyes were focused on the movement of Narcissa's big tits as they jumped and bounced within that red costume as she furiously moved her hands back and forth on his cock.
'I can't believe how good she is. Man, this woman is perfect!'
"Oh baby… you want me to suck you? Huh?" She asked, now jacking his cock furiously.
"You… oh… you know I do… yes…" Harry managed to whisper.
Narcissa smiled teasingly as she brought her lips closer to his shaft. She stopped stroking his cock and dragged her fists back until the head was visible. A small drop of his pre-cum was shining in the dim light and Narcissa wasted no time as she lowered her head and took the head of his cock in her mouth.
Thoughts of Narcissa's heavenly breasts took a backseat as she opened her mouth and gave a hard suck on his cockhead.
Intense pleasure shot through his body and his knees felt weak. The view of Narcissa's sinful mouth sucking on his cock, her alluring eyes locked on his, unblinkingly, was beyond what he could properly explain.
His breath quickened when she took one hand away from his cock and he let out a groan as she devoured half of his length. She started bobbing her head back and forth on his cock, the other half still held in her grip.
Narcissa pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside her mouth and she released it with an audible pop, pulling her mouth off his cock and smiling saucily up at him.
"You like that, baby?" She asked teasingly.
"Shit!" He groaned.
"Should I carry on?" She said as she gently stroked his shaft back and forth, lathering it up with her saliva. Her hand slipped off his shaft and she quickly grabbed onto it again, stroking lightly.
"Uh-huh." He groaned. He couldn't say anything coherent with her kneeling in front of him, blowing him out so expertly. It was the sexiest experience of his entire life.
Narcissa smirked evilly as she leaned forward and probed the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue, licking the hole nastily. She kept her gaze on his widened one as she coated the entire head with her thick saliva before running her tongue along the underside of his cock all the way down to his heavy balls. She licked and kissed his balls before dragging her lips all the way up to the head of his cock before taking it all inside her mouth.
"Fuck!" Harry groaned as Narcissa descended her mouth on his cock, gradually taking as much as she could inside her mouth. Her tongue was working in tandem as she kept sucking and licking his cock simultaneously, coating the entire appendage with her spit.
Narcissa lowered further even down, her eyes never leaving his, and Harry himself couldn't tear his gaze away from her sinful ones. Her mouth was full of his cock and Harry thought she had never looked more beautiful. Her long blonde hair was loose in waves and bouncing in tandem, her lovely grey eyes surrounded by that black eyeliner with red streaks at the edges, and that blood-red lipstick accentuated her lips as she slid her mouth slowly up and down his shaft made her look incredibly alluring.
The more she blew him off, the more Narcissa began to get comfortable with the feeling of a cock as big and as think as his inside her oral cavity and she began to bob her head faster. However, she never strayed her gaze away from his, neither did he. The dark pools of emerald were filled with so much lust that Narcissa increased the pace of her blowjob. She took her remaining hand away from his cock, and reached around him to grab on to his ass, tugging herself closer so that she could take him even further in her mouth.
She bobbed her head back and forth with increasing ferocity, swirling her tongue inside her mouth to taste his cock as she gripped his ass, firmly embedding her dainty fingers into the toned skin.
"Mmmmm *GLUK* Mmmmppphhh!" Narcissa moaned as his cock slid back and forth inside her mouth, right over her tongue and between her ruby red lips. She could taste the old saliva mixing up with new and it made her feel even dirtier.
Harry could only groan and watch in amazement as his stepmom continued to bob her head harder and faster on his raging pole, fucking her face with reckless abandon.
'God I love that mouth. And those tits.' Harry was mesmerized with the way her heavenly globes were bouncing inside the tight constraints of her costume, her cleavage even more prominent and glistening with spit and saliva that had probably dropped down while she continued to blow him. It felt like she had no intention to ever stop.
He groaned loudly when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. 'I can't believe this! She actually did it!'
Harry's cock completely disappeared inside Narcissa's mouth, her nose pressed against his pubic trim, inhaling and exhaling rapidly as she took him all the way in, deepthroating him. He couldn't believe that he had his cock rammed completely inside his stepmom's tight mouth, and that too in his dad's personal office.
"Oh fuck yeah! Just like that, Cissy, oh you're so good… so so good… ugh…" He groaned loudly, his voice rough from the sensation he was feeling and Narcissa moaned loudly around his dick as she began sucking intensely.
Narcissa moaned around his cock as she kept bobbing her head back and forth even faster than before, and her eyes never left his own. She had a determined look in her eyes, as if she had made it her personal mission to give him the blowjob of a lifetime.
'Well, if that's her mission then I'd say mission accomplished, fuck!'
"Fuck Cissy, suck my cock baby." He groaned through clenched teeth. 'She's even better than those veela cheerleaders back in France! Holy shit!'. "Yeah, suck it, Narcissa, suck my cock you sexy bitch!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmph" Narcissa groaned loudly and rolled her lips around his girth. She was really loving this. Her pussy was wet with arousal and she was even more turned on when he got dominant.
Narcissa's head rocked back and forth repeatedly, strands of her blonde hair falling around her luscious tits. Harry stood looking down admiringly and lustfully as her head bobbed back and forth.
Narcissa tightened her grip on his ass and to Harry's surprise, dragged her mouth away, pulling off his cock and looking up at him. Her eyes were full of lust and he wondered what she was going to do now.