If anyone asked, if anyone found her out, she would probably make up all sorts of stories and excuses. Obviously, she didn't know, she was lost, she was just checking out the area. But Narcissa Malfoy knew the truth. She knew exactly why she was slumming it up at the Stag's Leap. Of course, she was disguised. Nobody knew it was her, as she sat on one of the upper levels, looking down on the rest of the place from below.
A small domino mask covers her features, hiding her true identity. It's magical, obviously, so it doesn't just hide her face, but also obscures her hair color. Is she platinum blonde like her husband and son? Is she black of night like her sisters? No one knows. Not for sure. She's completely hidden… and as far as Narcissa can tell, that sort of behavior is not only allowed in the Stag's Leap, it's downright encouraged.
She's certainly not the only one hiding her true identity. Much of this upper floor she currently sits on is occupied by more of the same, people hidden behind masks. But then, really, the only thing that one requires to achieve status within the Stag's Leap is gold. It's not about your face or your reputation or anything like that… it's simply about the amount of galleons you can lay out on the table.
And Narcissa had been sure to come with a very hefty purse indeed. She'd paid quite a lot to get up here, and quite a lot more for something truly special. There was no denying that she was here to have the time of her life. Because of course, the Malfoy Matriarch had heard ALL the rumors about the Stag's Leap. Pleasure, ecstasy, freedom to do whatever one wanted… all of it could be yours, at the Stag's Leap.
They catered to every perversion, every vice, every desire one could think up. Narcissa had plenty of those, and after hearing from her peers that a witch of any age could have the time of their life in the Stag's Leap, she'd been far too tempted to not investigate. So here she was now, watching, waiting… curious to see what her gold would get her.
"Madam."
She didn't even hear them approaching. Still, she IS the Lady Malfoy… Narcissa barely manages to keep from flinching or jumping in her seat as she slowly turns her head to regard the masked attendant beside her. He's certainly something… but perhaps not exactly what she was hoping to hook. Still, he doesn't speak another word, simply gesturing with his hand for her to follow and then walking away.
For a moment, Narcissa considers being… difficult. Flippant, even. She could be haughty and dismissive and arrogant, and demand respect or something of the sort. She could order this attendant to bow before her and BEG her to follow him. But… she had already paid for this particular experience, so it really wasn't conducive to her continued enjoyment to make this harder than it had to be.
Rising quite elegantly from her seat, Narcissa finishes off her glass subtly, and then leaves it behind, taking the liquid courage inward as she straightens her spine, squares her shoulders, and follows the attendant into the depths of the Stag's Leap. Her every movement is poise and posture made manifest, her steps measured and proper each and every one.
She's certainly not going to be anything except her best. Not here, not now. This, like much of Narcissa's life, is just one more game in a long line of them. And as she always has, Narcissa plays to win.
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She's soon led into a private room. But to her surprise, the attendant merely holds open the door for her. Once she's inside, he does not follow, instead closing the door again behind her. Narcissa lifts a brow at that, having expected to be spending the evening with the tasty young morsel. It WAS what she'd paid for after all, and she'd been trying to decide how she wanted to go about things, whether she wanted to take charge and tease the attendant mercilessly, or whether she wanted to order him to take her roughly.
Now though, she'd been left alone in this private room for some reason. Or so Narcissa thinks. As soon as she takes another step forward, coming to the center of the room, a previously hidden figure steps out of the shadows on the far side and Narcissa goes stiff. Because this isn't just anyone. She might not know this wizard's true identity, and this might be her first time meeting him in the flesh, but that doesn't change the fact that recognition of the man across from her is immediate and effortless.
The Stag stands before her, his signature mask staring her down as the large antlers curl off of it. He's rippling with muscles, that much Narcissa can see… but beyond that, she can't tell much else. Is he a young wizard, perhaps Draco's age? Or is he an older man, closer to her own? He has to be the latter, right? No one from Draco's generation could possibly build something like this out of nowhere. And yet, by looking at him, Narcissa truly can't tell.
That doesn't mean he's not the sexiest beast she's ever laid her eyes on though. The older witch licks her lips as her gaze slides up and down his body. Yes… this is what she wanted. This is what she paid for.
"I know what you want, my dear. I know exactly why you're here. As the… proprietor of this establishment, I will give you as much as you can take. And then we will push beyond the boundaries, push beyond your limits. You will have much more than you can handle, by the time I am through with you. It will change you. It will alter your priorities and affect your mind for all time to come."
He pauses briefly, cocking his head to the side.
"I tell you this now to warn you. This is it. This is your last chance to back out. Walk away now, if you fear what is to come."
A challenge, obviously. And Narcissa would not be who she is if she did not race into that challenge with open arms. Grinning seductively, the Malfoy Matriarch steps forward and opens her robes, showing off the silky, lacy lingerie ensemble hiding beneath as she shucks the garment off her gorgeous, perfectly-maintained body.
"Show me what you're made of."
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Narcissa quickly finds herself lying down on a couch, wearing nothing but her lingerie. The Stag is near her head now, and as she looks up at him, he doesn't even bother to fully strip. He opens his own robes up, and the Lady Malfoy's eyes go wide as a truly massive slab of man meat slaps down across her face. Her nostrils flare as her breath hitches in amazement.
There's no denying that the Stag is MUCH bigger than her husband. Not that one would need much in the way of length to beat Lucius. Perhaps it would be better to compare the Stag to the other men that she's had affairs with over the years. Wizards that were of lesser station to her but built with so much more masculinity than her dear husband.
The Stag was larger than all of them as much, and as she reaches out and strokes it with her hands, beginning to lick and lap at it with her tongue, he just grunts down at her, before speaking with a tone that is rough, commanding, and short.
"Hurry up and suck on it, you little cunt."
Narcissa laughs in disbelief even as she continues to instinctively worship his dick. It'd been a long, LONG time since anyone had talked to her like that. The last one to do so had been a boy back in her Hogwarts days who hadn't quite understood the power behind the name Black. He'd come to regret his words, and every man she'd had since had known to respect her, either because of her own magic or because of her name.
But she wasn't Lady Malfoy here, now was she? She was just another woman, who'd paid for something like this. But if she'd paid for it, didn't she control it? Still stroking the Stag's shaft, still lapping it with her tongue, Narcissa can't help but be a little belligerent.
"Or what?"
The Stag doesn't seem to react to her teasing, confrontational tone. His cock remains across her face, and Narcissa continues to worship it, perhaps not even realizing she's doing so. She doesn't put it in her mouth though, consciously disobeying his order. But while the FIRST Stag does nothing about this, the second Stag has other ideas. And yes, there are two. A yelp exits the Lady Malfoy's lips as her ankles are suddenly gripped and pulled up. From around the first Stag's massive rod of meat, Narcissa is able to see that there's another wearing the Stag mask, and though he seems just as… obscured as the first, she instinctively recognizes that this is the same man, merely doubled.
The magic that one has to master to do such a thing only further convinces Narcissa that she's dealing with a wizard closer to her own age, perhaps a powerhouse on the same level as Voldemort or Dumbledore that's hidden himself away in the vast, expansive, seedy underbelly of their society all this time. Not that Narcissa gets much time to contemplate this, because the next thing she knows, the newly arrived Stagg has stuck two fingers in her unexpecting asshole while his tongue, which elongates in a startling fashion, begins to eat out her cunt.
Placed in a VERY compromising position, the Lady Malfoy can't do much beyond moan loudly and lewdly… and it's in that moment, with her mouth wide open, that the first Stag thrusts his thick meaty length right in. With no choice but to obey now, Narcissa starts sucking on the cock in her mouth, her lips suctioning around it and her tongue writhing along the upper half as it pushes perfectly into her throat. With her head hanging over the side of the couch as it currently is, and her legs and lower half lifted into the air leaving her in even more of a precarious position, there's not much Narcissa can do but take it as the Stag begins to fuck her throat.
And then of course, the second Stag decides to ramp things up. Standing on the couch, holding her legs in place, his elongated tongue still in Narcissa's cunt, the beast of a wizard places his massive cockhead at her back entrance… and thrusts down with more force than any man has ever dared to use on her. Narcissa's eyes go wide even as her jaw is still stretched around the cock in her throat.
She screams in pain at the rough anal intrusion all the same, but its muffled and stifled by the shaft in her esophagus, and all she can really do is claw at the couch cushions as her body spasms and shakes under the onslaught to her ass. It's not a hole that the Lady Malfoy has ever ALLOWED anyone to just… use how they liked.
Her husband has had his way with her ass more than once, but then, he's the only man in her life that Narcissa is beholden to, if she wants to keep her extravagant lifestyle intact. Of course, his small dick meant that the ordeal of receiving an anal pounding from the two-pump chump of a wizard was never that big of a deal. A man of stamina and vigor, Lucius Malfoy was NOT.
Contrast that with the Stag, and Narcissa was experiencing an entirely new experience, getting fucked in the ass by the first REAL cock of her entire life… not to mention the BIGGEST cock as well! It's a bit more than Narcissa can handle, but she does not have her wand, and she does not expect that she can actually escape the beefy, muscular wizards who are currently holding her in place.
No, she is trapped… and the Stag's words from earlier come back to Narcissa in that moment, even as a third pair of hands are suddenly on her body and from around the cock in her throat, she sees a third Stag entering the fray. At this point, she finds herself levitated off of the couch entirely, forced to hover in the middle of the room, and more importantly, in the middle of the three beefy, well-hung men who currently have her at their mercy.
This is your last chance to back out.
Perhaps she should have taken the advice. Narcissa's eyes positively bulge out of their socket when the newcomer to the fun doesn't go after her unoccupied hole… but instead joins his comrade in her ass. TWO of the Stag's massive cocks end up buried in her behind, and Narcissa is sure she's about to break, about to burst into two from the horrible stretching sensations.
But the pain isn't there anymore, surprisingly enough. The Stag in her ass has never STOPPED fucking her since he started, but only now, as she squirms under an onslaught of a cock down her throat and two in her poor back door, does Narcissa realize that the pain is completely gone. It's the levitation spell doing it, or at least something tied to it. Now that she's floating between the three of them, held off the ground by both magic and their massive rods, the double anal plundering she's experiencing is… not at all painful.
However, that doesn't make the shagging itself any less ultra-intense. In fact, without the pain to center her mind, Narcissa finds all coherent thoughts rapidly excised from her by the pleasure that crashes down upon her psyche like a tsunami hitting an island fortress. At first, she maintains some level of control over herself… but that rapidly changes as even more of the Stag show up.
Soon, Narcissa is surrounded by several of the man, all of his massive cocks DEMANDING her attention. Her dripping, drooling cunt lips are finally filled with a huge shaft, and she's even repositioned so that one can fuck her tits, while each of her hands finds a cock in their palm to stroke. Narcissa does so, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue continuing to slurp and suck at the cock pistoning in and out of her throat.
There's no denying that the Lady Malfoy is getting more sex tonight than throughout her entire life. She's had her affairs here and there, satisfied her itches and also satisfied her husband whenever his limp sex drive sputtered to life. But this? This is exactly what the Stag said it would be. More than she could handle, more than she could ever hope to manage.
She was a fool to come here… but at the end of the day, Narcissa wouldn't have it any other way, not truly. As the pleasure continues to erode her psyche, as the orgasms that wrack her beautiful MILF body grow more and more intense, the Malfoy Matriarch lets go of it all. She lets go of her need for control, she lets go of her desire to be in charge. All her life, she's been kept in her place by people she despised. First it was her parents. Then it was her husband. They sought to control her, and she didn't have the power to fight them off.
So, she resorted to controlling OTHERS instead, lording her power and her influence and her reputation over them all. But none of that mattered here. And unlike her parents or her husband, the Stag was a different kind of domination. Giving into him did not cause discomfort or hate or pain… it only brought pleasure. Slaking her lusts, some of which she didn't even know she had, enjoying his cocks… it's everything Narcissa never knew she needed.
Needless to say, when the Stag finally begins to cum, the MILF of a witch eagerly drinks down his seed, swallowing and gulping every last drop from the first of the well-hung man. Then, the second and third cum as well, filling her bowels. After that, it's like the floodgates have been opened, and Narcissa is soon stuffed and covered in equal amounts of thick, sticky, hot semen.
That which goes down her throat moves too fast. When she's dropped to the floor for a brief time, the Lady Malfoy finds herself engaging in very unladylike behavior indeed as her palm rub at her cum-covered body, scooping up whole handfuls of the ejaculate sprayed all over her. She brings it to her lips and sucks her fingers dry. It's delicious, the Stag's cum. His seed… she needs more of it.
Moaning wantonly, like a bitch in heat, Narcissa continues to try to get as much cum into her mouth as possible, even going so far as to scoop it out of her gaping asshole. Heedless of the men surrounding her, heedless of just how she looks, sprawled on the ground and eating cum off her own body and out of her own orifices, Narcissa doesn't stop, not even for a moment.
At least, not until masculine hands grab her up again and the MILF of a witch gets to experience round two. Because the Stag is far from done with her, and now she finds herself once more stuffed with cocks, filling every orifice as she's manhandled into position after position. His stamina feels absolutely endless. She's not sure how he does it.
This is beyond what she would have thought even the Dark Lord capable of. And as the debauchery continues on, as it escalates, Narcissa Malfoy comes to realize that that is exactly the case. Regardless of how old or young the Stag is, regardless of his 'true identity', neither the Dark Lord nor Dumbledore could possibly have held a candle to what this wizard is capable of.
To think that he's spending his time running a club instead of ruling the world… it makes Narcissa's heart ache. And though he's remained silent since that very first order, Narcissa finally speaks, hours later, as she kneels in a circle of the Stag's cocks, trying to suck them all, trying to get MORE of his cum.
"You… you should be ruling the world. Everyone should bow before you as their lord and savior. This place is beneath you!"
Her voice is throaty and her tone wanton. She looks up at one of the Stags, hoping she's looking at the original. His power blankets the room though, and Narcissa truly can't tell which of the well-hung muscular wizards around her is the real one, and which are his copies. If she can't tell… does it truly matter who she focuses on, in the end?
Multiple chuckles leave multiple throats, serenading her as Narcissa continues to lick and slurp at leaking cocks, drinking down more and more of his seed. In the end, the one she's looking up at is the one who speaks for the rest.
"This place is exactly what I need to gather people like you to my side, dear Lady Malfoy."
All this time… Narcissa's domino mask has not fallen off. The enchantment should have kept her identity obscured. It was something she'd drawn strength from for much of this, the assumption that who she was, was still hidden. But it seemed that was not the case, and now Narcissa is frozen, staring up into the Stag's mask from beneath her own with wide eyes.
He reaches out almost casually and takes her mask off of her, ending the enchantment and revealing her features. Narcissa's lips part, and her tongue slips out for a moment to lick at them nervously. His presence is all around her, even now. His magic pushes in on her, both suffocating and comforting, in a strange way. He is this room, he is this building. The Stag's Leap isn't just a club, it's his Domain.
Realizing this, Narcissa feels a brief moment of terror, quickly washed away by something akin to resignation. She was the fool who'd entered a Wizard's Domain without truly thinking about the consequences. To be perfectly fair, there hadn't been a proper Domain in Magical Britain in over a hundred years. Dumbledore hadn't allowed it, even from those wizards capable of making one. The Dark Lord could have, but he'd always been too afraid of Dumbledore to do it.
But now Dumbledore was gone, and so was the Dark Lord. Instead, they had the Stag… and the Stag was here to say. Slowly, Narcissa Malfoy lowers her head in supplication. She is a proud woman, to be sure, but she has never not been able to set aside that pride in favor of survival… and of course, there's something more to be considered. She's in love with him.
Finally, the Lady Malfoy understands how her sister Bella felt, all those years ago. Her sister, who'd become a raving mad woman under the Dark Lord's care. Her sister, who, intoxicated on Voldemort's power, had become his most willing pet, his toy and tool he'd used to carry out many a deed. Narcissa had been a follower of the Dark Lord by necessity, but she'd never been what Bella became.
Now though… now she saw her path, and it lay on a parallel with Bella's. She would become the Stag's most loyal, most adoring supporter… his ever-obedient pet.
"Master… I live to serve and obey you."
There's a pause as the words take effect. Narcissa is no fool, and more than that, she's well-read. A Wizard's Domain is not the place to make promises or oaths lightly. But that's just fine, because she's not making this one lightly. She meant every word of it, and as the Stag's magic grips her soul, Narcissa lets out a gasp of pure ecstasy as she throws her head back and cums uncontrollably.
Then, like a ravenous beast, the completely broken Lady Malfoy lunges forward and begins to worship her new Master's cocks once more. All of his cocks, all around her, all erect and waiting for HER to prove that she can satisfy and please them. The yawning hunger for his cum is now large in her belly, and Narcissa cannot wait to fill it, even if she knows the satisfaction will only be temporary. She needs more… she needs so much more.
Luckily, the Stag is just the wizard to give it to her.
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"Narcissa, my dear… this is absolutely delicious. Where ever did you get something like this?"
Narcissa just smiles as she finishes pouring the last glass of creamy liquid, not quite thick enough to be soup, but not quite milk either. Sitting down and taking up her own cup of the drink, she sips from it as those around her all drink eagerly as well, before leaning forward impatiently to hear her answer to the question that came from one of their number.
Currently, the Lady Malfoy is hosting a gathering of her Pureblood peers. The women, of course. The wives of the Great Britain's magical Lords, those with power and influence in the Wizengamot and the Ministry besides. Looking around, Narcissa can see that each and every last one of them is GREATLY enjoying the drink she's given them.
Her smile widens into something with a shark-like quality to it as Narcissa sets down her already empty cup and places her hands primly in her lap.
"It's called the Stag's Juice."
Eyebrows raise, because there's only one 'Stag' these days, and everyone's thoughts immediately go to him. The witch who spoke up before, who found the courage to ask the initial question, looks taken aback for a moment, eyes wide at the thought of the Stag being involved in something so good, something so delicious.
Another MILF of a witch has to step up to the plate to ask the obvious follow up question.
"The Stag's Juice? My, oh my… what a name. Mm, please Lady Malfoy, do tell where one would get such a… concoction."
Here, Narcissa's smile diminishes somewhat. Not that it goes away, but it becomes something small and secretive, rather than wide and shark-like. Looking about the room, the Lady Malfoy cocks her head to the side and gives a soft giggle before answering.
"Simple, of course. If you really want more of the Stag's Juice… you need to get it straight from the Stag himself."
As those around her gasp in shock, and even some in outrage, Narcissa just continues to sit in the midst of the storm she's created. They might act the part, but she knows the truth… all of them are intrigued, all of them are interested. Soon, her Master will have many new guests… just the kind he wants her to send to him.
He will reward her for this quite handsomely, and Narcissa can scarcely wait.
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