Chapter 67: Mister Malfoy 1 (Narcissa)
Mister Malfoy
Chapter 1
While everyone in magical Britain was certainly overjoyed, and there were quite a number of wild parties to prove it, most of the older generation thought that the end of Voldemort was a little anticlimactic.
It was understandable, after all. The first time that the Dark Lord had been defeated was more than a little dramatic. He broke into a family's house and attempted to cast a Killing Curse on an infant, only for the unblockable curse to rebound and destroy him. That was a story worthy of a movie, most muggleborns would say.
The second time around, there was none of that. No ultimate battle between good and evil, no legendary battle that ended up tearing down half of Diagon Alley, no armies clashing with one another until one came out the victor … there was none of that. Word came out that somehow, Harry Potter had killed the Dark Lord quickly and cleanly. Of course, the Ministry wouldn't simply take his word for it. That suited Potter just fine. He dumped the lifeless corpse of Voldemort right in the middle of Diagon Alley for everyone to see. That was certainly more dramatic than the Dark Lord's defeat. What only a few experienced individuals ascertained was that he dumped the body there for a reason. He was telling the entire magical world, "Don't fuck with Harry Potter."
Most people wouldn't have anyway, but now, even his most disturbed of enemies were thinking twice about making plans against him. If he could end Voldemort so quickly and easily, imagine what he could do to them. Most smartly kept their mouths shut and kept their distance. There were, of course, a few dimwits that kept trying to stick their noses where they didn't belong.
"Now Harry, my boy … Why would you even want to take on such a responsibility?" Dumbledore asked in his most kindly grandfather voice that the old codger could muster. "You already have a vault full of gold. Why not just forget all about this and go on a nice, long vacation?"
"Indeed! There's no need for any of this. I'm sure that we can come to some kind of arrangement …" Minister Fudge joined in, nervously toying with the rim of his bowler hat.
Harry smirked. Somehow, after defeating Voldemort, magic had deemed him worthy of taking on his family title. Unless he renounced them, then there was nothing that Dumbledore or the Ministry could do about it. They certainly couldn't go against the will of magic. That had been tried before, and the consequences had been severe. Neither of them was so dumb as to try that themselves, so the only thing that they could do was try and talk him out of it.
But why were they so adamant to get him to renounce his claim on Voldemort's family line? The answer was simple. When all of his followers pledged their families to him and took his mark, they became his cattle. Now that Harry had taken over his line, those same families that were once against him were now owned by him.
"No, I think I'll keep it," Harry said smugly. "Why should I help either of you? The Ministry was acting against me, and the Headmaster sat back while I took care of a problem that I didn't create."
The Headmaster and Minister looked at each other and winced. They couldn't exactly deny the accusations.
"I think that I'll change a few things now that I have the power. You can work with me, or against me. Either way, it should be a load of fun. Now … would you both fuck off so I can get this show on the road," he said happily as he pulled the Goblin document toward him and grabbed the Blood Quill.
"Harry, wait!" Dumbledore cried out, desperate for one last shot to make him see the light, but it was too late. Harry signed his name at the bottom of the document and took control of a large majority of the Pureblood families in Britain. Harry laughed happily as the two old men cursed.
Mister Malfoy
All her life, Narcissa Black wanted one thing. To be the top bitch in pureblood society. That was pretty much the only reason why she added Malfoy to her name. Lucius had many bad qualities, but he was a good earner. He was a ruthless businessman that knew how to grow his family fortune. As soon as he showed some interest, Narcissa happily let him court her.
At first, things were great. She had more money than she knew what to do with. She was quickly rising up the ranks of pureblood trophy wives, and Lucius, for the most part, left her alone and allowed her to live her life in any way that she saw fit … as long as it didn't hurt the family's image, of course.
Of course, all fairy tales had to come to an end. Hers ended when that crusty, old Dark Lord decided to crawl out of whatever swamp that he was living in and ruin everything that she had built. The Malfoy family had sworn their allegiance to Voldemort before she even married into it, so she knew the risks. She had hoped that he was dead for good. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He came back even more insane than before, demanding more and more, and becoming insanely violent when things didn't turn out just the way that he wanted them to. All she wanted was for that swamp scum to disappear. She should have watched what she wished for.
Potter saw fit to answer her prayers. He killed their family's master and lorded it over the community. She was giddy at first, thinking that things would go back to the way that they were before. Sadly, it wasn't to be. Lucius was immediately arrested and quickly sentenced to life in prison. If that wasn't bad enough, she discovered that Potter basically owned their family. Not only theirs, she corrected herself, but practically the entire pureblood high society!
She winced remembering her son, Draco's reaction to the news. Obviously, he was displeased when he found out that Potter of all people was now in control of their fate. She quickly sobered him up with a dash of stark reality. It was very possible that he too would be spending the rest of his life in prison. He was, after all, branded cattle. Draco paled whiter than his hair. She was thankful that she was never forced to take that ugly mark. Narcissa never cared about pureblood supremacy or anything like that. Sure, she didn't like Mudbloods and wanted them to know their place, but in truth, all she really wanted was to be in high society. That was what she wanted. That was what she had achieved. Now it was all gone.
She needed to figure out a way to make things right again. As much of a pain that her son could be, she loved him and didn't want him suffering the same fate as her idiotic husband. No longer having access to the Malfoy vault meant that she would quickly lose her place in society. She couldn't let that happen. She had worked too long and hard to let that go now. She needed a plan, and thankfully, one was presented to her.
The new Master of the house, Harry Potter was currently visiting the manor, carefully looking over his property. This was a great opportunity for her. Potter, after all, was still a young man … having just turned seventeen. She remembered very well what boys his age were like. All they thought about was Quidditch and girls. Just like her mother had taught her, the best way to a man's heart was his stomach or his cock. She was sexy and didn't know how to cook. She only had one option. She knew that he would be much more agreeable if she fawned over him a bit. Now that her plan had been set, she just needed to get ready.
Standing in front of her mirror, she looked over herself. Making sure to not wear any underwear, she put on a slinky, loose-fitting sundress that showed off a lot of skin. Fluffing her hair up one more time, she set off for Lucius's old office.
A knock on the door later and she was told to come in. Narcissa rarely came into his office, preferring to have their meetings during meals. The room was quite large with bookshelves and a liquor bar filled with the best quality spirits that money could buy. There was also a special place where he kept his cigar collection. Most pureblood men indulged in some whiskey and a cigar to end the day. In the middle of the room was a very large, dark oak desk with a young man sitting behind it. He had his feet kicked up and resting on it with a glass of whiskey nearby. In one hand, he was holding a lit cigar while he twirled Lucius's old cane in the other.
"Narcissa! What a pleasant surprise," he said, puffing on the cigar and blowing out a ring. "Can I offer you some refreshments? Some whiskey or wine? Perhaps a Cuban?" he asked, knocking some ashes off of his Cuban cigar into a crystal ashtray that was sitting by his glass of alcohol.
"No thank you, Harry," she said in her sultry voice.
"Then what can I help you with?"
Narcissa smiled and walked up to the desk. She sat on the edge right near him and crossed her sexy, smooth legs. "I need gold, Harry. Not only to live on but gold for Draco to go back to school for his final year," she told him as he took a sip of his drink.
"Yes. I can imagine that a society woman like you would find it distasteful to have to get a job," he smiled.
"Indeed," Narcissa replied, bouncing her crossed leg. "I would very much prefer to remain in the upper class. My son would as well. A few words from you would ensure that."
"He has more to worry about than remaining a member of high society. It's possible that he'll be arrested any day now," he told her.
"He won't be if you smooth it all over with the Ministry. You have the power to do that now," she corrected him. "Just like you have the power to keep me living in the way in which I'm accustomed."
Harry tossed the pimp cane on the desk and placed his cigar in the ashtray. She then heard him undo his trousers. "If you don't want to get a job, then you can work for your gold another way," he told her. "Come over here and get on your knees," he commanded her, scooting his big, leather chair back to give her some room.
Narcissa huffed as she got in front of him and dropped to her knees. At least boys his age couldn't last long. A few tugs, maybe a lick or two and he'd blow his load. She had been taught to give head by the best, after all. As she got to her knees, she was suddenly slapped across the face by the largest cock that she had ever seen. It was ramrod straight and covered in angry veins. She gasped loudly as she grabbed the base to keep it from hitting her in the mouth again. 'My hand doesn't even fit around it!' she thought crazily as she slowly started stroking him. As her hand started moving faster, she felt it harden to its fullest, and she moved her other hand onto his sack and began fondling it.
Faster and faster her hand stroked him, and he still hadn't came yet. Her arm was starting to get tired, so she decided to pull out the big guns. Holding the tip to her lips, she kissed it gently while wiggling her tongue over the tip. Hearing him moan filled her with confidence. Opening her mouth, she just placed the tip between her lips and started to lower her head when she heard a knock on the door. She tried to pull his cock out of her mouth in panic when his hand pushed her head back down. Instantly, his cock slid down her throat, and she gagged while starting to deepthroat him. She had just been able to scooch back and hide underneath the large desk when Potter called out, "Come in!"
He spread his legs and gave her more room to operate. Narcissa tried to be as quiet as possible while who she guessed was her son walked into the room and took a seat across from Potter. Her hand was still massaging his bloated sack while she kept the flat of her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. Her head bobbed wildly as she kept the gagging sounds to a bare minimum. Suddenly, his hand pushed her head all the way down, and her face was pressed into his trimmed pubes. With his cock completely down her throat, she began to get lightheaded from not being able to breathe. She was just able to pinch his leg to let him know when he pulled her head off of his cock. She breathed as quietly as possible before her face was pulled forward and mashed into his cum-filled balls. She wasted no time in kissing, licking, and sucking on his warm testicles. She was quietly slurping on him when Draco suddenly chimed in.
"Potter! I need to talk to you!" he declared as she heard Harry puffing on Lucius's cigar. The fingers of his free hand were gently scratching at her scalp, sending pulses of pleasure straight into her neglected pussy.
"So talk. No need to waste our time," Potter replied, taking another puff. Narcissa saw some of his exhaled smoke creep down under the desk. She always liked the smell of cigars, even if she never liked smoking herself.
"I need to protect my family's finances. I can't let the Malfoy name fall into disrepair. Not only that, but the Ministry is poking around and asking people questions about me," he said desperately. Harry chuckled.
"You need to remember that those finances are mine now," he reminded him. "And the Ministry is asking questions because they'll likely arrest you soon. I'm the only reason why they haven't. You're not sitting in a prison cell right now because they refuse to raid any house that I own. I wouldn't wander off if I were you," he told him, amused.
Narcissa worked his cock with long, deep strokes while giving his sack a nice tongue bath. Harry saw Draco about to argue when he cut him off.
"I'll tell you what. If you show me the ropes behind the family businesses and help me keep the other purebloods in line, then I'll help you out," he said, holding back a moan as Narcissa started really getting into it. Her tongue dipped down as her hand lifted up his cock and sack. Harry suddenly felt her warm and wet tongue licking the rim of his asshole.
"You've always been a dickhead, but if you play ball, then at least you can be the top dog of the rest of the assholes." Narcissa was surprised that her son hadn't become explosively angry. He was never able to take insults very well. She pressed her face deeper into his body and massaged his asshole with the tip of her tongue.
"Deal!" she heard him say, and she sighed into his ass. With that agreement, getting hers would be a piece of cake. She continued to pleasure his cock and ass while they finished their talk.
"You need to figure out how your father was able to pull so many strings so that we can as well. Find out everything you can about his businesses. Now kindly fuck off. I've got important business to attend to," he said as she felt his body tremble. When the door closed, she kissed his cock before popping back up. Potter was smirking at her. She was suddenly grabbed and bent over the desk. He flipped her dress up and exposed her lily-white ass.
"I'll give you the same deal, Cissy," he told her as his finger slipped between her cheeks and started toying with her asshole.
"You can have my body in any way that you want," she said, reaching back and sexily slapping her own ass. Harry watched fascinated as her shapely, lily-white cheeks jiggled from the contact. "On two conditions … I get to live the life of a socialite like I've always wanted, and two … Draco never finds out," she gasped as his finger slipped into her dirty hole and began wiggling. He pulled it out only to slide it right back in. She was forced to bend over her husband's desk while the new owner fiercely finger-fucked her poor, abused asshole.
Narcissa's eyes fluttered uncontrollably as he went knuckle deep in her ass. His other hand slipped around her front and began rubbing her hard and aching clit. Pussy juice was running down the insides of her sexy legs as he replied to her demands.
"I'll agree to that, but in return, you're going to help me take control of the purebloods. Especially the women," he added as Narcissa's body trembled and bucked under his tender machinations.
"Of course!" she moaned out.
"Good. Now let me show you how you're going to be treated when it's just the two of us," he smirked and pulled his finger out of her ass. Grabbing her arm, he apparated her to the manor's dungeon where he carried her over to some strange chair and set her on it. It was connected to some metal frame by chains. "I just installed this … you know, just in case you needed to be taught some manners. I'm glad that I'll be getting some use out of this. It's not easy finding a sex swing in the magical world."
Narcissa was breathing heavily as he spread her legs and restrained them in the harness. Next came her hands. Before long, Potter grabbed the front of her neckline and tore her dress wide open. Narcissa squealed as her tits jiggled violently from the action. He continued to tear it off until it was balled up and tossed away. Next came his clothes. Soon after, the only article of clothing that either of them was wearing was her high heels. Her body trembled as he settled between her parted legs. She saw him look down and stare at her dripping pussy. He ran a finger from asshole to clit, scooping up her juices. Holding his finger up, she saw that it was glistening with wetness.
"Taste," he ordered, holding his finger to her lips. Narcissa dutifully took his finger in her mouth and sucked it to the hilt. She let her soft tongue wiggle against his digit just before he pulled it out of her mouth, cleaned of her arousal. Reaching down, he used his thumbs to pry open her puffy, hairless pussy lips. Narcissa gasped as the cool air of the dungeon hit the burning hot flesh of her inner lips. Goosebumps erupted all over her gorgeous body.
"You're so pink," he complimented her. Narcissa blushed, not being used to receiving such perverse compliments. Letting go of her pussy, he grabbed his cock and beat it against her wet slit. Suddenly she felt him push down on it while thrusting forward.
"Merlin!" she gasped as his thick head spread her lips and slid inside. He continued to push as her silken walls rubbed against the sides of his shaft. Her insides felt heavenly, he thought as they squeezed him tightly. She could feel his cock sliding deeper and deeper, hitting her g-spot before battering her cervix. Narcissa let out a squeal as her pussy hugged him tightly. Her body shivered as his strong, warm hands touched the insides of her spread thighs and caressed her soft and delicate skin. His hands slid further up her body, running over her ribs before gripping her luscious breasts. Squeezing them tightly, he started thrusting fiercely into her, spearing her folds with his gargantuan cock. The brute didn't even bother taking it easy on her. He fucked her fast and furiously, pinching her nipples as her tits flopped around and bounced wildly. Narcissa opened her mouth to let out a moan, but instead, he stuck his finger into her mouth. She looked him in the eyes and wrapped her lips around it while her g-spot was being stimulated. Her walls were beginning to contract as she bobbed her head and tickled his finger with her tongue. Moaning wildly as her pussy started to tighten, he pulled his finger out of her mouth and stuck it back into her asshole. Using her saliva as lubrication, he repeatedly penetrated her asshole to loosen it up.
Narcissa was mewling and flopping around in her hanging prison. Her toes were curling inside of her black and shiny high heels, and her asshole was puckering around his thrusting finger. Pussy juice was pouring out of her fucked cunt and dripping down to the floor underneath her. Her body was swinging back and forth in her restraints, and suddenly, he reached out and gripped her neck. He began to squeeze it tighter and tighter, slowly cutting off her air. Her face turned red, and she was just about to start panicking when he let go. She inhaled deeply while cumming on his cock harder than she ever had. Pussy juice was spraying in every direction, and he choked her again. This time he used his free hand to slap her gorgeous tit. Narcissa tried to squeak in pain, but obviously, no words came out. Another slap made her pussy convulse around his cock before he let her breathe again.
"I can feel how much you like that, Cissy! You tighten up so wonderfully," Harry moaned. "So tight that I can't hold back any longer!" he grunted, pushing deep into her pussy.
"Not inside, Potter!" Narcissa cried out in panic. "I'm not on the potion right now!" she gasped as he pulled out.
"Make sure to get on it," he commanded. "I won't be denied finishing in your pussy again. Understand?"
Narcissa nodded wide-eyed as he conjured up a long, fat dildo and shoved it deep into her cumming pussy. Placing the tip against her violated asshole, he pushed deep into it. After a few thrusts, he began cumming and filling her dirty hole with his thick, warm spunk. Narcissa let her head fall back as she moaned like a used-up whore. He was claiming her asshole as his while her pussy tried milking a thick piece of rubber. She was just about to pass out when he pulled out. He stood back and studied his handiwork.
Narcissa was nearly unconscious while a dildo was stuffed up her cunt, and her asshole was leaking his cum. Still, her body continued to look enticingly gorgeous as it spasmed and bucked. He could see her pussy fluttering and her pink nipples crinkling. His cock was instantly back to full hardness. Smirking, he settled between her legs again and tapped the bottom of the dildo. It started vibrating and pistoning in and out of her used-up pussy while he rammed his cock back into her gaping and cum-stained asshole. The high-pitched squeal that she gave off was a sound that he would never forget.
Mister Malfoy
"So … as you have heard, I'm taking up the mantle as Head of multiple houses. Things are going to change. You better believe it. First, I would like to say that Draco Malfoy is currently under my protection and will start making amends for any wrongdoings that he committed," Harry declared while behind the podium at the Ministry of Magic. Reporters were jotting down notes and preparing to ask questions.
Harry saw that some of the Weasleys were less than pleased. He didn't know why. Sure, Draco was a piece of shit, but it wasn't like he had killed anyone or even did anything too bad. At best, he would have spent a few years behind bars. Harry did enjoy seeing the vein on Ron's forehead throb with anger. Harry wanted to laugh but decided to stay professional. Narcissa was teaching him how to handle the purebloods and manners and etiquette were a big part of it. He didn't think that she would be too pleased if he laughed at someone while having a press conference. Still, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. Harry was just getting started, and Ron could be a jealous git at times. Who knows what the future would hold?
"So, to wrap things up, I now declare Potter Manor open!" he declared to applause.
A Few Hours After the Press Conference
"As you can see, Cissy … fuck, that feels good … the barn has been redesigned to your specifications," Harry grunted.
The gorgeous and graceful MILF, Narcissa Malfoy, was currently completely nude and on all fours on a blanket of hay in the Potter family barn. Narcissa's face burned red as the horse bit in her mouth kept her from complaining as he thoroughly violated her quivering pussy. Her ass was rippling as he brutally thrust into her. As his massive cock hit her g-spot over and over, Narcissa put her head down and cried out as her pussy hugged it.
"Woah there, girl!" Harry cried out, pulling on her reins. Narcissa's head was pulled up as her pussy started squirting fluid all over his groin. He used the ends of the reins as a whip and swatted her on her lovely, porcelain ass.
WHACK!
Narcissa squealed loudly as she came violently on his cock.
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