Ch8 - Black Heir

The adults were sitting in the living room the next evening, after having sent the children to bed. The two girls stayed, though, having cast a silent "notice me not" charm on themselves.

Harry turned to Narcissa. "I've discussed your offer with Hermione and we have reached a conclusion."

"So...?" Narcissa could hardly hold her anticipation.

"I'm going to take your offer to produce the next Black heir."

"How do you want to proceed, then?" She sounded quite nervous.

"That's somewhat up to you. As soon as you are ready we shall try for an heir. If you get pregnant then I'll make you THE Lady Black. No child of mine will be illegitimate."

"What do you mean by THE Lady Black?"

"I'll marry you as Lord Black. You may then join us as a member of the family, as long as it stays clear that Hermione is the lady of the house wherever we may live."

"I've never thought otherwise, but you really don't have to marry me. It's enough if you make me your official mistress or concubine."

Harry smiled nervously. "I know that, but I want my children to have both parents. Although you will have a house to call your own, I do hope that all my children will grow up together as a big, happy family."

Narcissa glanced at Hermione, who nodded slightly at her.

"Would you like to try right now?" she asked.

Harry seemed surprised, but Hermione smiled at him and nodded. He offered his hand to Narcissa and they both left the room.

"Let's follow them and see what they do," suggested Lillian.

"Isn't it kind of private? Besides, I think I know what they are going to do," answered Dianna.

"Nothing is really private in this house. I've already seen my parents having sex. I want to see if this will be similar. Come on!"

"Won't they see us?"

Lillian stopped for a moment, pointed her hand to Dianna and the girl became completely invisible. Dianna could hardly stop her gasp. A few seconds later Lillian turned invisible as well.

"Hold my hand and walk quietly!" she told Dianna, groping for her hand.

They approached the bedrooms. Narcissa's bedroom door was closed and they could hear some talking. Lillian opened the door quietly and they both sneaked into the bedroom. Harry's shirt was on a chair as well as Narcissa's blouse. Lillian was surprised to see that Narcissa was not wearing a bra, yet her breasts looked nice and firm. Both adults were facing the large bed, Harry staying behind Narcissa and stroking her long hair.

"It doesn't feel right doing it here," complained Narcissa. "I know that Hermione approved, but it still feels wrong. We should go somewhere else."

"Would Potter Manor be better?" asked Harry.

"No. I'd like it best if we can find a place where you and Hermione didn't... you know... Preferably one of the Black homes."

Harry thought for a moment. "There is that summer house near Brighton Beach. We've only visited it once. Hermione thought it would be cute when we are old, but it was useless as long as we had small children. We only looked it over and left. It may be quite cold there, though."

"I know that place and I'm sure the house elf will be just too glad to light a fire for us. Do you want to lead?"

Harry handed her the blouse and put his shirt on, not bothering with the buttons. He then held Narcissa's hand and they disappeared with a loud "crack".

"Oh! That's not fair!" pouted Lillian, turning visible.

"Well, I told you it wasn't worth the bother," replied Dianna, turning visible as well. "I didn't know one could turn invisible so easily," she added.

"Well, it took me some practice, but it's not difficult. It's easier than apparition."

"Will you teach me?"

"It looks like we are going to be sisters, so..."

They both giggled happily as they left the room.

Harry and Narcissa appeared in the entrance hall of the Brighton Beach house with a loud "crack". Before they could even check their surrounding they heard a fainter "crack" and saw an old house-elf standing in front of them.

"Master Harry Potter Sir! I didn't know you were coming or I would have made it warm in here."

"That's alright Gobby. I didn't know either until a minute ago. Is any of the bedrooms ready for use?"

Gobbby looked offended. "They are all ready for master! Gobby knows what is expected of a good house elf!"

Harry laughed. "You are too strict with yourself, Gobby. You should relax sometimes. You're doing your job perfectly; you deserve some time just for leisure."

Gobby seemed to disregard this lecture, as if he had heard it too many times already. He just looked at his master's companion and gasped in surprise. "Miss Cissy? Is that really you?"

Narciss smiled kindly at him. "Yes Gobby. It's been so many years since anybody called me 'Miss Cissy'…"

"Then how should I call you?" Gobby seemed bewildered.

"'Miss Cissy' is fine for now, Gobby. Just make one of the bedrooms warm. We shall wait in the kitchen."

Harry looked at her questioningly.

"I used to come here every summer when I was a child and even while attending Hogwarts. I only stopped after I married."

A few minutes later Gobby showed them to the master bedroom, where a nice fire was dancing happily in the fireplace and the room smelled of fresh spring flowers.

"We shall probably want some tea in the kitchen in about an hour," Harry told Gobby just before he closed the door.

By the time he turned towards the room, Narcissa had already removed her blouse and was stripping out of her skirt, dragging her knickers along. Harry was fascinated by the view. Narcissa was just as trim as a fashion model. Her breasts were round and firm with the darker nipples erect, as if daring him to touch. Her waist was slim, but not overly so, and her hips were wider, just the right amount. A triangle of trimmed blond hair pointed to her legs, which were just as shapely. Only her face didn't look so young. While she didn't look her age, she still looked older than Harry.

She stood nude in front of him, as if expecting his judgment. While her stance was defiant, her face looked quite worried and tense. Harry swept his gaze over her and then smiled in appreciation. "Wow! You look beautiful! I feel honored to get to see you like this."

Narcissa's face relaxed. She smiled coyly and asked: "Do you only want to look? You may also touch, you know..."

Harry's hands went as if by their own volition to her breasts, caressing and fondling them and then he engulfed her in a warm hug, which really surprised her. She let herself enjoy his hug for a moment and then she tugged at his shirt, as if to remind him of the purpose they originally had in mind. Harry understood. He let her remove his shirt while he unbuckled his belt. She then dragged his pants and his boxers down, also removing his shoes in the same fluid motion.

There was no doubt Harry was ready for the task. Narcissa could see and feel his erect penis pressing against her stomach. She grabbed his hands and pulled him with her to the bed.

She expected him to plunge in, just as her husband had done, but Harry was much more patient. He caressed her face, her shoulders and her breasts, suckling tenderly each nipple. He then moved down to her flat tummy and licked her navel. Narcissa felt her arousal grow in ways she had never felt before. She spread her legs and urged him: "Harry, please..."

Harry positioned himself and entered slowly, enjoying the feeling of being engulfed by her wet warmth. After enjoying sex with only Hermione, he was surprised that it felt much the same and yet totally different at the same time. He continued moving cautiously in and out, making sure not to harm his partner, and continued caressing and fondling her body.

Narcissa's legs warped around his body, pushing him deeper, while her breath became shallower and faster. He could feel her walls getting wetter as her movements adjusted to his, urging him to go faster and deeper. "Harry..." she mumbled, almost incoherently, as he felt her body spasm around his organ in several strong waves. This triggered his own release, as his sperm ejaculated into her waiting body. He wanted to roll aside, but her arms and her legs hugged him tightly, keeping him inside her for as long as possible.

Harry let his head fall, touching his lips to her brow. "That was wonderful..." he sighed.

"You are wonderful," she told him, her breathing still difficult. "I've never had such an experience," she added, almost shyly.

Harry didn't answer. As the excitement of the act subsided, he fell promptly asleep, still hugged by his older partner.

He woke up some time later. He was now lying on his back with Narcissa's head on his shoulder, her breasts on his chest and her hand on his thigh, while his free hand was lying on her bum. He tried to turn his head to check the clock on the night-stand. This movement woke Narcissa. She moved her hand, brushing it against his penis, which brought an immediate reaction. "Do you think we can do it once again?" she asked, not quite sure of herself.

"We wanted to produce an heir. Is there another way to do it?" Harry responded with a smile.

She didn't need any more encouragement. She straddled him, directing his organ into her slit, and started riding him with such enthusiasm that Harry felt almost frightened. It went much faster this time, as both were still very aroused from the previous intercourse. Once his sperm went into her, Harry rolled them over on their side, staying inside her for as long as possible. He was surprised to see her crying after a moment.

"What is it? Have I hurt you? Do you regret anything?" Harry was very concerned.

"No, Harry, You were magnificent and you didn't hurt me at all. I also have no regrets whatsoever about what has happened between us. I'm just thinking of what I have missed for so many years, while living with Lucius," she said, drying her tears.

"What do you mean?" Harry felt confused.

"We only had sex during our honeymoon, in order to create Draco, and then once again, when he came home drunk and just took me on the floor, giving me Dianna. He just plunged in both times, not caring the least about me."

"Oh, dear. Then, you didn't have any..." he wasn't sure how to phrase his question.

"We had no relations of any kind. I was his beautiful, elegant escort – only to be seen but not to be heard – and he let me live as I please as long as I didn't do anything to shame him or offend him." She looked at Harry, noticing the shocked expression. "I understand that you and Hermione..."

"Almost every day. Even more than once a day, when possible. Her shifts at the hospital do create some problems once in a while, but we work them out well."

It was Narcissa's turn to blush at the mental image she was seeing.

A knock on the door made them duck under the blanket. Gobby came in, looking somewhat worried. "Are you alright, Master Harry, Miss Cissy? It's been more than two hours since you told me to have tea ready."

Harry blushed only slightly. He was used to being caught in mid action with Hermione by their house elves. "We are quite alright. We'll be in the kitchen in just a few more minutes, thank you."

Narcissa was peeking at him from under the blanket. "That was embarrassing..." she noted. Harry just shrugged. "It happens all the time; I'm quite used to it."

She giggled like a young girl and then she turned to him and kissed him on his lips. "Thank you, Harry, for making me live again."

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