Narcissa held onto the letter she'd received with trembling hands. No matter how many times she read it, it refused to feel real. Even the fact that it reached her, a beautiful brown owl taking it directly to her window in Malfoy Manor, was far too perfect.
It was a love letter. Something that Narcissa Malfoy was familiar with, but not since she took on this last name. Back in the days when she was Narcissa Black suitors swarmed to her. Every young pureblood of the right age wanted her as his assigned marriage partner, not to mention all the other boys from Hogwarts who promised to sweep her off of her feet. She always demeaned Andromeda, who allowed one of these bad suitors to woo her properly. Now, these days, Narcissa had started entertaining traitorous thoughts that her excommunicated sister might have had the right idea.
It was sacrilegious to even think that, honestly. How long had Lucius Malfoy seemed like the perfect husband? His penis was rather small, certainly, but it still brought her a child. Narcissa was happy with her life.
It came crashing down in such a short span of time. Her husband failed Voldemort; that's where it all started. He then targeted Draco and not even a magical oath from Severus Snape could save her son. He had been killed by Harry Potter in an unexpected duel, exposed at the same time for trying to sneak death eaters into Hogwarts.
Narcissa thought that was the lowest she could get. Voldemort proved that she was unimaginative. He moved into their house, oppressing and tormenting them. When Bellatrix died, Voldemort felt lonely in his bed. He called HER.
Narcissa hated those nights more than she knew she could hate anything. She cried herself to sleep now. She avoided her husband while Lucius was content to avoid her in return. He never once tried to help her. That was when Narcissa realized how little she meant to him.
She had been considering ending her own life before the owl came. That one owl, carrying with it a letter. A LOVE letter, as Narcissa clarified before. A fantastic one.
The letter was signed H. This mysterious suitor complimented her in just the way Narcissa dreamed of being complimented by a man. There was the perfect blend of poetic descriptions, saying her blue eyes were like burbling streams, mixed with spicier compliments, like when the author implied her ass was made for smacking.
Narcissa wrote back. She got another letter in return. After a few exchanges, the conversation became much dirtier. H described exactly how he would fuck her body. For the first time since Voldemort called her into his bed, Narcissa masturbated. She came a dozen times that night, drunk off of H's fantasies. She wrote back to him using words no pureblood lady should ever use. When she sent that letter, her confidence had almost failed her, but she mailed it in the end.
Now, H had written back. Narcissa took the fresh letter and ran to her bed like a girl in her teens.
Narcissa jumped on her bed and opened the letter. She was disappointed when she saw only one line of writing. A moment later, she recognized that it was an address and a time. A photograph fell out of the envelope.
Not thinking much of it, Narcissa grabbed the photo that had fallen on the bed. When she lifted it, she shrieked.
Fortunately, no one heard her. Narcissa covered her mouth and stared at the photo she had received. Since it was magical and not one of those pathetic muggle photos, it moved.
Narcissa watched a muscular young man, his neck cut off by the top of the frame, fiercely stroke a swollen and twitching dick. It was more than double the size of what Lucius carried between his legs. Not to mention, H had a chiseled body that looked just perfect for holding her down… Ramming that dick into her…
Narcissa started masturbating. By the time that she hit her first climax, she had made her mind up that she would visit the address.
LINE BREAK
Narcissa looked around the covertly while she walked down a hallway. She was wearing a trench coat that, scandalously, had only lingerie underneath it. She was also wearing sunglasses and a hat in a desperate attempt to hide her identity.
Coming here was an incredible risk. The location that the letter described was a MUGGLE hotel. By leaving the manor, she was exposing herself to the risk of arrest by the hostile ministry. To go to a muggle hotel meant, if her husband and his master found out, she would probably be tortured and killed. Voldemort was already displeased with how poorly the war was going. He was LOVE to take his anger out on her, who had failed to fill the gap Bellatrix left in his life.
Despite all of this, Narcissa still came here of her own volition. H had spoken to her too perfectly and promised her things that she needed too badly. There was no way she could turn him down.
Narcissa found the right room and after a few fumbling attempts, managed to use the strange card a muggle had given her to get into the room. Narcissa opened the door and stepped forward. It was totally dark in the room.
"Hello?" Narcissa asked.
She walked forward into the room and reached a bed. Looking around, she didn't see anyone. Without the door opening, someone's arms wrapped around her from behind.
Narcissa's surprised shout was muffled when the hands grabbed her cheek and turned her face to the side, kissing her on the lips. The kiss was passionate and forceful in the right ways. Somehow, this man stroked her tongue the ways she loved. It was as if they'd kissed for hours despite this being their first time.
Eventually, the kiss ended. H spoke. "I'm glad you came, Narcissa. You have no idea how badly I've wanted you."
He was obviously much younger than her based on the sound of her voice. Narcissa had mostly figured that out already, especially when she saw his muscles in the photo. The photo he sent was ingrained in her mind now, after all the hours she spent staring at it, fingers buried into her cunt.
"Do I know you?" she asked. His voice, in addition to being young, felt familiar.
"You will after tonight," H said.
He started to kiss her again. Meanwhile his hands began opening up Narcissa's trench coat. Her glasses slid off of her face and hit the floor in the dark. Narcissa gasped as H finally ripped her coat off in a smooth motion.
He threw the coat away and continued touching her. His hands could feel that she had underwear underneath, and skimpy underwear at that. With his tongue deep in her mouth, H grabbed her crotch and squeezed her cameltoe. Narcissa nearly orgasmed. It was just incredible, how different a strong young man's fingers felt compared to her own!
Eventually, H threw her onto the bed. Narcissa bounced on the mattress and waited for him. He pushed his boxers down and stripped out of them. That was all he was wearing, she realized. She couldn't make out the features of his face but she could feel his muscles when he crawled on top of her and continued their kiss.
H kissed her while pinning her down until, eventually, he pushed Narcissa against the headboard. She was still laying on her back but with her neck and shoulders propped up. H's dick flopped in front of her face, the underside striking Narcissa directly. She let out a deep moan full of repressed sexual desires.
"Open up," H commanded.
Narcissa was reminded of the spicy romance stories she read in her youth, before eventually giving them up when she started a family. At the time she thought that kind of sex was simply unattainable, since it was so different to her experiences with Lucius.
But H enacted a scene straight out of one of those books. He ordered her to spread her lips and promptly pushed her dick inside. Narcissa could feel his shaft sticking through her mouth and curving down her throat. H started moving his hips.
"GLUUURK! HRRRK! ULLLLK! GLUCK! GLUCK!" Narcissa gagged.
She felt herself start to cry. Tears of joy mixed with tears from her gag reflex as her throat was freely used. H was still touching her cheek while he forcibly fed her his dick. Narcissa was trapped under his muscular body sucking without a choice.
Narcissa struggled and managed to raise her hands. She ran her fingers over H's extensive muscles, feeling them up. Her panties were getting wet as her pussy began leaking. If H touched it right now, even with a single finger, Narcissa was sure she would squirt.
"Hold still. Good girl. You have such pretty, striking eyes," H said.
He must have had better night vision than Narcissa did because she couldn't make out his features, yet he clearly knew hers. She became even more aroused. Just like in his letters, he was the perfect balance of commanding and harsh mixed with adoring. He worshipped her… and because of that, he was going to make her slurp his meat.
"Get ready to swallow," H said.
For the first time in ages, Narcissa's mouth was filled with spunk and she gulped it down. Even on the rare occasion where she used her mouth for Lucius, she always spat out the results. She'd never liked the taste. Until right now, when H's seed was like the sweetest cream Narcissa ever tasted.
His dick slid out of her mouth with a moist slipping sound. Narcissa felt herself be forcibly rolled onto her stomach. Her bra was taken off. Next, H slid her panties down and hooked them off of her. Just when Narcissa was preparing to be taken from behind like a dog, she was flipped onto her back again. H pinned her down with his weight and prepared to thrust his dick inside of her.
His dick rammed in and was instantly at her cervix. The cervix was struck repeatedly, despite being a part of Narcissa no man had ever been capable of reaching. She cried out and started to orgasm despite the sex having only just begun.
Her legs were pointed in the air while H mounted her from above. His tip hit her cervix increasingly hard until, eventually, it broke through, brushing the deeper portions of her womb. Narcissa screamed her pleasure for him and any muggles in the adjoining rooms to hear. She was utterly happy, being treated like a woman again and, for the first time in her life, actually climaxing during sex. Not to mention she wasn't orgasming once or twice, but repeatedly!
Her eyes were shut from the pleasure until she forced them open. She looked up, proximity and residual light from the room's window giving her a slight view of the man on top of her—
Narcissa screamed.
"You!" She tried to make it sound accusing and only succeeded in moaning the word.
This was awful! She had to get away! She had to get out from under him! H was… H was…
"What's wrong?" Harry Potter asked. "Don't be like that, Narcissa. Am I not treating you well?"
He was smirking. The big… fit… HUNG bastard was SMIRKING at her.
"You— NHAH!"
Narcissa's efforts to yell at him ended prematurely as her pussy betrayed her and gushed all over Harry Potter's dick. She felt SO good. She tried to glare at him, yet no heat would reach her eyes. She could still taste him in the recesses of her throat.
Narcissa tried to hit his chest but only ended up groping his ripped muscles, instead of landing any blows.
"You killed my son," Narcissa croaked.
"Then I'll give you a new one," Harry said.
Narcissa felt his seed. It came out as if there was a hose inserted inside her and inseminated everything it touched. Her pussy felt bloated with how much cum Harry pumped into her. She was sure without a shadow of a doubt that this would knock her up, just like he said it would.
Narcissa lay underneath him groaning and moaning. As her consciousness was reduced to a fuzzy haze, Harry ran his fingers over her cheek, stroking her like a pet. His dick was still inside her, his semen leaking out of Narcissa's cunt.
"Don't worry, Narcissa. I'll take fantastic care of you," Harry said. "Together, we're going to achieve so much…"
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