A.N. I know it's a bit later but I didn't have much free time last month. That's why the chapter's length is a little longer, consider it a treat for making you wait so much. Enjoy!
4. Seductions and Roleplay
While Neville dutifully began doing his homework, Harry lounged on his friend's bed and gave some serious thought about seducing his favourite aunt. If he was being honest with himself, it wouldn't be an easy or a simple task. He knew he had been very lucky regarding his mother and grandmother. Lily Potter had always been ready to do anything for him so winning her over wasn't even a hard task. And Dorea Potter was a severly sex deprived woman who was tipped over the edge by him. These two women were easy. Too easy. But Alice Longbottom wouldn't be. As far as he knew, she and Frank had a good physical relationship. On top of that, she didn't see him as anything more than a child. Her lust for him was zero.
It was going to be a slow task. Not something he could do in a single day. And was he really going to share his hard earned woman with Neville?... No. His possessiveness was acting up. He glanced at his friend and said out loud his thoughts.
"Nev, do you want some titties or do you want only your mum's titties?"
Nev shrugged nonchalantly as he put down his quil.
"Eh, I am fine either way. Why do you ask?"
"I just don't think it will be possible for you to grope your mum. So, I am thinking I might be able to find you some slut at Hogwarts instead. How does that sound?"
Neville pouted but nodded.
"Fine. I hope waiting for that long is worth it." he mumbled despondently as his idea to fuck his mum was shot down.
"Drop that long face, mate. I will give you a treat to make up for that. While for you to fuck your mum is impossible, that's not same for me. I am planning to 'tap your mum's arse'. You are welcome to witness the show." Harry grinned confidently.
"What? Not fair. Why is it possible for you and not for me to fuck my mum?" Neville complained childishly.
"Because you are her son, mate. It will be too risky and nigh impossible for you to have a taste of your mum. And while it will be difficult for me too, it won't be that difficult if you know what I mean." Harry gave an excuse with an apologetic smile. Neville sighed but nodded.
"Okay. I will get by just watching you rail my mum if you are successful that is." Neville grinned giddily. Harry shook his head in amusement and stood up, it was really stupid how easily his friend agreed to pimp his mum just so he could see some action.
"I will go and start my plans. It won't happen in a single day so expect me here everyday for 'homework'. Now stay here while I see what I can do." Saying so Harry went out of Neville's room and silently walked towards the living room where he thought Alice would be.
She was standing in front of the bookshelf, apparently trying to find some book with her back facing the entrance. Harry quietly approached her from behind, letting his eyes roam over her toned legs and juicy arse. Her black shorts and pink tank top did nothing in hiding her curves or beauty.
His mind went through dozens of plans, discarding most of them and finally choosing a single one. He hid his grin and stood just a foot behind her.
He raised his hand and… slapped her hard on the arse, trying his best to enjoy the brief moment his palm connected with her tight derriere.
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" He yelled with a fake laugh.
"Eep!" Alice squeaked and jumped in surprise. Her leg slipped and she stumbled behind. Harry tried catching her but in the end they both fell down on the floor. Alice was lying on her back with Harry on top of her and between her legs.
"Harry!" Alice yelled angrily while he laughed, 'hiding' his face in her tits. She grabbed his cheeks and forced him to see her scowl. Though her scowl turned into a fond exasperation when he kept on laughing and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"That was not funny." she admonished him, wrapping her arms around him as they laid on the floor.
"It was. You didn't see your face or how high you jumped." he grinned, propping his chin in her cleavage. She gave him a stinky eye and decided the best revenge was to tickle him to death. So, she quickly wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and one arm around his neck.
If she was consciously aware that Harry wasn't a kid anymore, she might haven't done that. But since he was still a cute little boy in her eyes, she didn't pay too much attention to their scandalous position.
"Constant Vigilance." she smirked and attacked his side with her idle hand. Harry began laughing hysterically as she tickled him.
Though he was more than fine to suffer that as his plan did swimmingly.
Harry squirmed in her embrace and tried to push her away, to free himself from her vice grip. He 'accidentally' squeezed her handful of firm breasts and rubbed his boner on her cunt.
Harry was trying so hard not to go overboard as her boobs felt so good in his hands, as her hard nipples poked the inside of his palms but he succeeded in controlling his temptations. He was walking a fine line between outright molesting her and innocently touching her.
That was the simple plan anyway. He wanted to give her a suspicion that he wasn't just a small boy anymore without being too drastic.
His boner was twitching madly as it was buried between them, poking her lower stomach.
Alice finally realised what was poking her and where his hands were. A deep blush spread on her cheeks as she hurriedly unwrapped her hips from his waist and stopped tickling him. Still, she did a damn good job at ignoring his excitement pressing on her and calmly said, showing no visible panic.
"Next time you decide to be funny, the punishment will be harsher." she wiggled her finger comically. Harry grinned and again gave her another peck on the lips as he withdrew his hands from her chest.
Alice couldn't decide if his innocent kiss was really that long or it was an illusion, an aftereffect of realising that her dear godson wasn't a child anymore. Still, his lips were so soft and good. She felt embarrassed at that thought and was thankful when he kneeled back, letting her finally rise in a sitting position.
"Hehe. It was worth it." Harry grinned, standing up. Alice decided to ignore and not comment on how he 'discreetly' adjusted his pants to hide his erection. She too got on her feet and shot him a half hearted glare.
"What are you doing here? Weren't you doing your homework with Neville?" she asked.
"I came down to take a break. And then I saw you so engrossed in browsing the bookshelf that I couldn't waste the opportunity to surprise you." Harry shrugged and put his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him, looking at her adoringly. While his habit of always embracing her had been normal and cute until now, she couldn't help but shudder as his excitement brushed against her crotch.
"I hope you won't be surprising me this way from now on." she grumbled, pinching his cheeks.
"Ow, ow, ow. Fine, fine, I am sorry. I won't do this again." Harry agreed hastily. Alice smirked and stepped back, away from his grasp.
"Good boy. Now go on and do your work. I don't want to see you laze around, I mean I don't want to see you 'taking a break'." Alice patted his head, running her fingers through his beautiful messy black hair.
"I wasn't being lazy." Harry pouted. "See you later, aunty. I am going back to Neville."
"See you later, dear." Alice smiled at him affectionately.
Harry smiled back and went out of the living room, hiding a sly grin.
Alice Longbottom
Love: 85
Lust: 10
Hate: 0
While her lust hadn't increased drastically, it was still an exponential growth. Honestly, he hadn't even expected this much rise. But he wasn't complaining. Now he only needs to raise her lust to 50 so he could find her kink and get an easy way to find a way between her legs.
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"Goodbye, Neville." Harry patted his friend's shoulder and then turned to his godmother who too had come to see him off. After having fun with her, he had gone back to Neville's room and actually did his homework.
"Goodbye, Aunty. Though, worry not, I will be back tomorrow. No need to cry much." he grinned, hugging her tight. Alice simply rolled her eyes at his dramatics and rubbed his back.
"Yes, yes. My heart will only heal when I see your beautiful face tomorrow." she spoke in a bland tone as he nuzzled his face on her chest. She couldn't really decide how to handle this situation. She wasn't a moron and had finally realised how handsy Harry really was. Even now, he was rubbing his face on her boobs blatantly and in front of her son. While it was very cute that he apparently had a crush on her, she couldn't really let him touch her inappropriately in the guise of affection. But she still hadn't made any plan that would give her a solution without hurting his feelings. She wasn't just going to slap him on the face and reveal that she was aware of his 'innocent' touches. That wasn't how she would treat her godson who was almost as dear to her heart as her own son. She decided to simply suffer through this interaction and then give a deep thought to the solution in the isolation of her room.
"Same here, Aunty. Same here." He chuckled, squeezing her waist and letting his hands rest around her back. Her eyebrow twitched in exasperation as his hands dropped down a bit and lightly rested on her shorts where he was almost cupping her butt. She didn't know whether to laugh at his 'discretion' or growl in annoyance.
Harry kept the pleasure hidden beneath his veneer of bubbly innocent expression. The way her body was pressed onto him was boner-inducing. Her hands were around his shoulders while his palms were on her perfect tight arse. The temptation to let his fingers dig in the round flesh, to squeeze those delicious buns was only stopped by the small rational part in his mind which knew how that would lead to tragic circumstances. His crotch was flushed against her hip, his legs comparatively shorter, not letting his tent poke her groin. And his face was wedged into her cleavage, moving from one boob to another once in a while, feeling the warmth and softness of her supple pair of flesh hidden by the thin layer of fabric.
"See you tomorrow." Harry said with a parting smile and floo-ed back to Potter Manor. Alice mirrored his smile as he vanished. He was just too cute to get mad at. Still, it seems she might need to talk with Lily about her son's attraction towards her and his 'inconspicuous' groping.
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When Harry returned to his home, he found the living room to be empty and silent. Meaning that his father and grandfather still hadn't returned from Wizengamot. A sly smile appeared on his face. Looks like he had enough time to put his boner to good use before it petered out.
Now who to choose? His sexy grandmother or his devilishly angelic mother? The choice was quite easy. While he loved Dorea very much, his mother had a special place in his mind and soul. And her sinful body just had a strange effect on him. With his lady chosen, he walked out of the living room and headed towards the basement which also was the charms room where Lily Potter did her experimentation and creation of spells.
He found her sitting at her work table in the corner, hunched over and scribbling in her notebook. She didn't notice his arrival or when he stood before her. He smiled to himself as he saw her cute expression while doing her work. Her face was scrunched in concentration and she was biting her lips as she mumbled something to herself.
A sudden mischievous idea made him grin in anticipation. He silently tiptoed around the table and stood behind her. So deep was she in her work that she still hadn't noticed him.
Harry brought his wand out and pointed it at her neck.
"Stop doing whatever you are doing." Lily gave a brief start at the sudden interruption but managed to calm herself a little. She turned her head towards him and shot him a curious look.
"Harry? What are you doing?" she asked bemusedly.
"Ha! You call yourself a mother. I am not Harry, I am Harold. I am Harry's elder brother, your eldest son." Harry said contemptuously but winked at her at the end of his sentence. Few seconds passed in silence before her eyes widened in understanding and she mouthed "Roleplay?" and he nodded.
She decided to play along with him.
"And why are you here, Harold?" she asked kindly, opting for the role of a gentle and loving mother.
"To take what Harry will never have. Since he was born, I was pushed in the background. He took everything from me. First he took Dad's attention, then yours, then our grandparents'. I was a stranger in this house living with people who didn't love me anymore. Today I will take something which will make my suffering worth it." Harold said venomously, pushing his wand on the nape of her neck.
"Son, you are sorely mistaken. I have always loved you and will always do." Lily denied sadly. Harold just snorted in response.
"I am not here for your sappy lines. Stand up now." He commanded, applying pressure on her neck with his wand. She gave him a heartbroken look but pushed back the chair and stood up, facing away from him.
Harold shoved the chair to the side and stood behind her with his wand still touching her neck.
"Are you going to hurt me, Harold?" Lily asked without turning her head to look at him.
"Yes but not in the way you are thinking." Harold chuckled darkly. His gaze roamed from her head to her toe. Her beautiful red hair was pulled in a messy bun, baring her pale bite-worthy neck. She was wearing a simple white dress which went just past her knees. The dress hugged her body snugly, hinting at the lascivious goddess hidden under it.
Harold stepped forward and placed his hand on her back and began pushing her forward.
"What are you doing?" Lily asked dubiously as she was now bending over the table with her face resting on the smooth wooden surface. Harold instead of answering, took the advantage of her bewildered state and pulled her hands behind her back and bound them together with conjured ropes.
He then used numerous temporary sticking charms to keep her in that position. He stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Lily Potter was bent over the table by her waist. Her upper body was stuck on the flat part of the table. Her arms were bound behind her back. Her feet were stuck on the floor magically. All in all, Lily Potter was totally in a vulnerable position without any chance to fight back.
"Harold, please tell me what you are doing. My mind is imagining the worst possibilities." Lily's voice quivered with fear. Harold laughed as he walked around the table and stood in front of her. Since Lily's face wasn't stuck to the table, she was free to move her head and looked at her son.
"I am pretty sure that the things you are imagining are going to happen." Harold grinned sadistically as he patted her head before undoing her bun. Her red curls fell around her head, hiding her face. Her green eyes, hidden under the curtain of crimson mane, widened at his statement. Harold again moved behind her and buried his fingers in her hair, combing it backwards until all her silky strands were flowing on her back.
"You know, mum, I have always loved your hair. It's very beautiful." Harold said softly, still running his fingers through her red locks.
"Thank you." Lily mumbled uncertainly. She held in her breath as his fingers moved down, away from her hair and on her back. She shivered as his hand traced her spine and stopped at the centre of her waist.
"Not only your hair. I think every inch of you is beautiful. While I dislike you very much, I can impartially declare that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…" Harold told her in a strange tone.
"... And I want to see every inch of you." he said slyly, his fingers curling in, grabbing the dress.
The sound of clothes being torn apart filled the room.
"Harold!" Lily screamed in disbelief as he removed the remaining rags from her body, leaving her only in her frilly pink bra and knickers.
"... And I want to touch every inch of you." Harold continued huskily, grabbing her waist and pressing himself behind her. Lily gasped as she felt his hips push against her arse. Harold moaned in pleasure as his hardon met the softness of her plump bottom.
"What are you doing? I am your mother!" Lily shrieked helplessly as Harold stood behind her with his hands on her waist and his crotch against her bum.
"I know. Isn't that wonderful? Harry will never get this. He will never desire to molest his own mother. He will never sully my memory of this event by overtaking it. You will be only mine… and father's but what is more important is that you will never be Harry's the way you will be mine." Harold laughed, humping on her bum, striking those bulbous flesh with his hips.
"Oh Harold, you are mistaken. I love you just as much as I love Harry. You don't need to compete with him for my attention. You don't need to assault me to feel loved." Lily tried to reason with him. Harold just snorted at her suggestion and kept touching her.
He dragged his hands on her sides, feeling the heat and smoothness of her skin. His hands moved up until they touched her bra encased sideboobs. Lily gasped as he wiggled his hands between the table and her body until at last he was cupping her chest with his fingers.
"Ah!" Lily groaned as he squeezed her tits.
"I can't take it anymore. I need you now." Harold moaned after a minute as he continued groping her breasts and humping on her butt. He stepped back briefly, giving her short respite.
But when she heard the sound of his zip opening and the noise of him removing his clothes, dread welled up in her chest.
"Please no! Don't you dare doing what I think you are going to do. It will destroy our relationship. We won't ever be able to go back. I wouldn't be able to look you in your eyes." Lily yelled frantically, fighting against the physical and magical bonds. But it was in vain.
Harold's sinister laughter was her only answer before he poked her arse with his naked excitement. She gasped as his hot and hard cock moved back and forth on her underwear, on her buttcrack.
Harold grabbed her bound arms by his and leaned forward until his lips were hovering beside her left ear, until his upper body was lying on her back.
"Just your thin underwear is keeping my cock from your honeypot, mother. How easy it will be to slide it aside and shove my dick into your vagina." Harold whispered giddily, biting on her earlobe as his penis throbbed between her arse cheeks.
Lily whimpered as she felt his pulsating cock resting on her cleft. She moaned as Harold's one hand dropped down to cop a feel of her bum. He rasped in her ear as he touched her arse like a virgin grabbing a butt for the first time.
Her breath quickened as his fingers moved inwards. She sucked in a breath as they slid under her knickers and rubbed her vulva.
"Ah- Harold- don't- uhmmm." she moaned involuntarily as he moved his fingers between her nether lips. Though fear cleared away the cloud of pleasure as he shoved aside the fabric covering her pussy, baring her most private part to the air.
"...Please." she pleaded as his cock moved near her entrance. She whimpered as the head of his cock rubbed on her wet core.
"...please don't."
"...please " Lily kept mumbling.
"Okay." Harold suddenly agreed and pulled back his cock, away from her vulnerable vulva.
"Really!" Lily heaved a great sigh of relief before it turned into an anguished scream.
"I was just kidding." Harold laughed mockingly as he shoved his cock into her. Her pussy walls parted with a slick sound as his boner slipped into her tunnel. They both grunted loudly as he was hilt deep inside her.
"Ahmmm…Harold…you…can't… not in my… pussy." Lily gasped out between the moans as he began shagging her roughly. Harold leaned over her again and pushed his hands between the table and her body, grabbing her boobs.
"Aaaaah… Harold!" Lily yelled helplessly as she was bent over the table like a cheap whore while her son was taking her from behind. Soon Harold's fingers weren't happy with the silky barrier of her bra and they moved under the fabric, groping her naked breasts. Lily was still in her underwear but instead of saving her modesty they just became eye candy. Her bra didn't stop his fingers from playing with her chest, her knickers were unsuccessful in stopping her body from getting dicked and the sexy lingerie just rubbed against the side of Harold's penis which was rapidly going in and out of her sacred chambers.
Lily was screaming loudly in protest but couldn't do anything else and just remained bound and still as the table shook, as the unholy sound of his naked hips slapping against her arse cheeks filled the room. Slap! Slap! Slap!
"... Harold! No!"
Slap! Slap!
"... Harold! Not so fast… arghhhh!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"...Harold!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"...HAROLD! GODDAMMIT! AHHHHHHH!" Lily shrieked at the top of her lungs as her body was wrecked by mind-blowing orgasm. She trembled beneath him as he sawed in and out of her quivering pussy. Few thrusts later he too reached his climax and soaked her already wet chambers with his white cream.
"NO! NOT INSIDE!" Lily screamed at the impious act of her son's seeds spilling inside her. Harold smacked her on the arse.
SMACK!
"You scream too much mother." Harold complained while he laid atop her back.
"Why did you have to come inside me, Harold? Why? What if I get pregnant?" she asked angrily.
"Well, if you get pregnant, all I can hope for is you to finally understand how to raise a child, you bitch!" Harold mocked, squeezing her arse cruelly, his nails almost digging in her soft skin.
"What can I do to make you stop hating me, Harold? Please tell me. I can't bear your cruel words. I can't live while knowing my eldest hates me. Just show me a way to fix this mess, Harold. I want you to love me like I love you." Lily whispered, her tired voice full of misery.
"You still love me after what I did?" Harold couldn't help but ask. He was taken aback by her request. He had been prepared and eager for her hate but not about this unexpected request.
"With all my heart." Lily confessed solemnly while her son was still mounted atop her and his seeds were slowly dripping from her used pussy as his soft member slipped out. Harold's lips turned into a shark-like grin as he gently caressed her arse cheek with his palm.
"I will swear to love you, I will swear to care for you if you swear to give me your body, if you swear to give me pleasure whenever I want, if you swear to become my lover. That's the only way I can love you." Harold whispered lustfully in her ear.
"I am your mother." Lily protested weakly as he dragged his thumb on her battered pussy. Lily's breath hitched in her throat as she shivered.
"I know and it makes this thousand times better" Harold grinned,
"... Fine. If by giving you my body I get to erase this hostility between us and plant the seeds of love then I still get the better end of the deal." Lily sighed in relief as he moved back his hand from her vagina.
"You know, mother, I see a beautiful partnership blossoming between us." Harold laughed as he stood up and stepped back, giving her some space. With a wave of his wand, he undid the ropes and all the sticking charms. Lily gently put her hands on the table and pushed up. She stood up and turned around, facing him. She stretched her stiff limbs, ignoring the way Harold's gaze stuck to her curves. She shot him a brief glare to which he responded with a lecherous grin.
"And roleplay over!" Harry clapped his hands once.
Lily sighed and stopped glaring at him and began putting her bra back in its place. Her eyes twitched as she picked up the rags which were once her beautiful white dress.
"Really, Harry? Did you really have to tear my clothes?" Lily questioned him exasperatedly.
"I was just acting my role of an angry horny child. Though I gotta say, you picked up quickly on the roleplay and played nicely your part." Harry laughed happily as he repaired her dress with a twirl of his wand. Lily gave him a grateful nod and put on her dress.
"I am not sure if I should be concerned that you just entered the room and began playing roleplay sex with me without a warning." Lily raised her eyebrow as he smiled sheepishly at her.
"I am sorry for just barging in and roping you in my fantasy sex while you were doing your work. I was just too horny." Harry shrugged. Lily's lips turned into an amused smile.
"Fantasy sex? Eh? So that's what it was? You have dreamed of bending me over the table and taking me from behind while acting like I didn't love you enough."
"Yep. You cannot imagine the number of times I have dreamed to bend you and shag you. And you loving my imaginary younger brother more than me was just a fictional story. A boy needs to masturbate and he needs to think creatively to make it interesting." Harry smiled unabashedly. Lily shook her head at his antics.
"And I guess you have many other fantasies to play out." She giggled as Harry snaked his arms around her waist and looked at her lovingly.
"Yep. And guess who's the lucky lady who will help me in this quest?" Harry winked at her, his fingers digging in her arse cheeks, fondling them.
"Me?"
"Yes. You!"
"Wow!" Lily gave a fake gasp. Harry couldn't help anymore and started laughing and hugged her tightly. Lily too laughed along with him and pulled her darling son in her embrace.
"Now go bother someone else. I need to resume my study of charms." Lily said, playfully pushing him away.
"Aw! Do I have to go? I want to stay with you more." Harry requested with wide puppy eyes. Lily gave in after only two seconds and sighed in exasperation.
"Fiiine. Just don't disturb me. Also, put on your clothes."
"Yeah… about that, will you mind taking care of my erection once again? I swear it will be the last time. Then I promise I will be still and silent like a statue and won't disturb or molest you." Harry hurriedly explained. Lily's gaze dropped to his crotch and sure he was all ready for another round. Lily's lips twitched in amusement as she dropped to her knees and looked at him sultrily.
"Anything for you, darling." Her voice was like a spell of succubus, he immediately felt all his remaining blood rushing south. He wetted his lips as she sat on her knees and pulled down the straps of her dress down her shoulders along with the bra cups, giving him a perfect view of her succulent breasts. She placed her hands on his hips and her face inched closer towards his awaiting cock.
"Oh mum!" Harry moaned as her pink lips swallowed his length and her eyes gleamed proudly. His fingers dug in her scalp, holding her pretty crimson hair as she began sucking him off while their hungry green eyes stared into each other.
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Narcissa Malfoy sat primly on a throne-like chair in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. Once it was her husband's seat but after his incarceration for supporting the dark lord, she had taken up the control of the family. It had taken her cousin, Sirius', vast connections to even keep the Malfoy assets from getting seized by the Ministry but her pleading and begging had thawed even her cousin's heart. Who in the end had shielded her from the negative backlash which destroyed the other families which belonged to the dark faction.
Narcissa's momentous decision to jump ship and join the light side had saved her family from going through the same fate. And for that she would eternally be grateful to Sirius but that doesn't mean she actually liked him or the other so called light families. She still believed in blood supremacy. She knew that old blood was stronger and more precious than the mudblood. But alas all she could do was bide her time and keep her eyes open for opportunities. Even after a decade, she was still in a vulnerable position. If she makes a single mistake, the light side won't even think twice before throwing her in Azkaban. Such was the society's rage towards the remaining dark families.
The sound of footsteps alerted her of her son's presence. He walked into the living room gracefully. A proud smile adorned her lips at the sight of her son. The only one who she loved and cared for. Though his beautiful face was marred with a scowl in the sunny morning.
"Draco what is it?" She asked as he sat opposite her on the chair.
"Please tell me we won't let that Potter bastard get away with what he did to you last night." He said calmly, though the rage was quite obvious in his voice. Narcissa's smile soured at the remainder.
"We can't do anything, Draco. We are in no position to start a fight just because he grabbed my arse. It's no big deal. We can't let such small things ruin our ambition." She reasoned with him. And it worked. Draco bit back his protest and nodded stiffly. She loved that about him. He was mature and didn't fight against logic.
"Okay, mum. I understand. But when we are powerful again, we will show them, we will show them all our might." Draco smiled maliciously. Narcissa mirrored his smile and stood up.
As she approached him, Draco took in his mother's godly beauty. She was wearing a fancy robe which accentuated her large bust and showed an insane amount of cleavage. Her eyes sparkled at seeing the interest in his eyes. She pulled the string on her waist and let the robe pool around her feet. She stood just in her red thong which only covered her crotch and bared her arse cheeks. She wasn't wearing a bra and her big firm gravity defying breasts hung naked on her chest.
Draco smiled eagerly as his mother climbed over him and sat in his lap, facing him, straddling his hips with her barely covered bum. She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed her naked tits on his face.
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him, latching onto her nipple. Narcissa gasped as her son began sucking on her teat.
"Oh my love, you don't need to be jealous. The only one who will ever lay with me is you. I won't let my body be sullied by blood traitors. We are Malfoys. We are Blacks. Toujours Pur. We are pure. The only one worthy enough for me is you, my son. Only you." Narcissa announced seriously.
Draco's fingers moved down her waist and held her plump butt cheeks in their hold before using that as leverage, pulling and pushing her crotch over his boner.
"Ah… yes… just like that." Narcissa moaned, cradling his face tight against her bosom as they rubbed their clothed genitals against each other.
How Draco wished that he could pull down her knickers and impale her with his cock but it wasn't allowed, not until he turned 16. Since last year when his puberty began, his mother had helped him in every way to satisfy his lust. But she had set up a very important rule.
"We won't do penetration sex. Not until you turn 16 and I can see you as a man instead of a boy."
That rule was annoying. Very annoying. It had been a year since they started their physical relationship. He was almost sure that he had done everything with her except sex. You just name it. Blowjobs? Yes, every morning. Tittyfuck? Of course, it was his favourite. Thrusting between her arse cheeks or hips? Yes, daily. 69 position? Yep, he loved the musky taste of her pussy.
As she jumped in his lap, stimulating his cock, the need to fuck her was increasing day by day. It was still two years before he would be able to get access to her pussy. And he wasn't sure he would be able to remain that patient. Still, he buried those doubts, freeing himself from the tempting prison of her large mounds and stared into her beautiful grey eyes and began kneading her breasts before mashing his lips against her mouth in a wet searing kiss.
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Charlus sighed as he sat in his study room. He ordered the house elf to relay his request to Harry.
'I can't believe my grandson is having an affair with his own mother and grandmother. And more so I can't believe that my wife and my daughter-in-law have somehow been seduced by him. By a 14 years old child. I don't know whether I should laugh or scream.'
Since the house elves reported to him, Charlus used them liberally to know what was going on in his own house. After all, a man who can't control his own house is doomed to destroy it.
Was it morally right that he used his house elves to spy on his family?... No. But would it stop him? Of course not. It was his duty to take care of his family and for that he was ready to cross some limits.
The knock at the door pulled him out of his reverie.
"Come in, Harry." He said, hiding his emotions behind a blank mask. His grandson walked in confidently and took the chair opposite him.
"What is it, grandpa? Why did you call me?" he asked seriously. Charlus wasn't surprised that he didn't feel much anger towards the child sitting in front him, the same child who was shagging his wife behind his back.
And there were two reasons for that. First, because he deeply cared for this child. And second, crass it may sound but he didn't care about Dorea's infidelity or her sex life anymore. Charlus had lived for more than half a century and he was at the age where sex didn't mean anything to him. Instead only the desire to immortalise his family name mattered.
"Are there any secrets you might want to share with me, Harry?" Charlus questioned him with a curious smile. Harry's eyes widened for a brief second before he shook his head.
"No. Why are you asking me that?"
"Oh, so you don't think it's wise to share that you are fucking Dorea and Lily in secret?" Charlus suddenly said in a frigid tone, steepling his fingers on the desk. His eyes narrowed and his lips thinned in annoyance.
Harry gulped down his fright and opted for the truth, knowing that the more he lied the more he would get in trouble.
"I… I am sorry, grandpa. But… I love Dora and mum. And they love me too." Harry answered nervously.
"I don't care. You will stop this scandalous affair from this instant." Charlus banged his hand on the table. Harry jumped a little at the loud sound. He fought against the urge to cave under his grandpa's intimidating glare.
"No. I won't" he said in a small voice.
"What did you say?" Charlus asked him in a deceptively calm voice.
"I won't. I love Dora and Mum. I will continue my relationship with them. I won't change my mind disregarding whatever you say." Harry said stonily, finally gathering his courage. Charlus sneered at him.
"What if you don't have a choice? What if the consequence of defying me is banishment from the family?"
Harry was totally shocked to hear that but a rational part of him quickly realised that it was just a bluff.
"You won't do that." Harry announced assuredly. Charlus shot him an odd look and asked, "Why won't I?"
"Because that will destroy this family. I am the future of the house. I am academically strong and athletically best. I am magically exceptional and am a prodigy in duelling. This all marks me as the best hope for this house. And even ignoring my worth, your decision will break apart this family. If you remove me from the family, I am absolutely sure that mum will follow me immediately, then will Dora and then father. In the end, you will be all alone. And instead of me being banished, it will be actually you who is practically banished." Harry explained without a single iota of doubt. The more he talked the more he believed in his own words.
Charlus simply listened to his claim and then asked the tricky question.
"You sure James will even look at you after he realises that his wife was cheating on him with his own son. And are you really sure that Dorea will leave me, her husband for many decades, to follow a boy who she laid with only once. Your arrogance is amusing."
"But do we really have to test that theory? One way or another our family will become weak and you will be responsible for that outcome. The only way to stop that is to keep on going as if nothing happened." Harry offered. "It's not like you are actually angry. You are just surprised."
Charlus' lips twitched in amusement.
"While, yes, I am not angry. That doesn't mean your incestous relationship isn't dangerous. If our faction realises that you are shagging your mother and grandmother, they will villainize you. They will tear you apart and feast on you like hyenas. You know how far the dark families have fallen. You will be in that same position."
"If they know! But how would they know if no one blurts the truth? I am discreet with my lust. I am not stupid. Please, grandpa. Just ignore my relationship with them." Harry at last started pleading. Charlus sighed and remained silent for a whole two minutes. Harry waited with a bated breath, clutching the chair's armrest desperately.
"Fine! But I have my conditions. First of all, I don't want you to impregnate Dorea and Lily. That will be a headache to deal with. And second of all, you will be careful where you put your dick in. I don't want you to waste your potential just because you can't keep it in your pants. Understood?"
"Yes. I understand. I will be smart about my attraction and won't cause problems for the family. And I also won't make mum and Dora pregnant, not that I was planning anyway. Now can I go."
"Yes, you can. Also, from tomorrow onwards you will spend an hour with me in the evening. We will work on your fighting skills. Let's test Mr. Harry 'Magically exceptional and Prodigy in duelling' Potter." Charlus said with a crooked smile. Harry internally groaned but nodded nonetheless. It was going to be extremely painful and tiring 1 hour. And he must get used to it since it would be daily instead of an occasional event.
A.N. As you can see, I chose to please the majority and so we have cancelled the Harry/Neville/Alice threesome route. Instead it will be just Harry/Alice. But those who really wanted to read that threesome, worry not, I will soon upload an omake/oneshot of that. Also, before you possessive bastard starts yelling at me for that Draco/Narcissa scene, fuck you! People other than Harry can also get lucky and I need to build some relationships before destroying it. But I can be convinced to not write any more Draco/Narcissa scenes and just keep it in background. So what is it? Do you want more Draco/Narcissa scenes or not? I am fine either way but this scene in the chapter was pretty important to establish that yes, Narcissa and Draco do engage in sexual acts. And that's the part of the story that won't change at least until Harry jumps in. Hoped you liked it. Review and I might post sooner than you expect.
