Mudbloods and Cumbloods

by Succubi-Lover

An Anthology of Harry Potter based smut, I take requests, Rated MA, no flames will be tolerated given the manner of the material.

5. Know Your Place 8-14

Contribution

Title: Know Your Place

Author: Oraldeviant

Categories: Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Petunia Dursley, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, Nymphadora Tonks

Contains: Multiple Partners, Masturbation, Cum Drinking, Water Sports, Piss, Human Toilet, Underage, Teacher/Student, Stripping, Spanking, Foot Fetish, Foot Licking, Foot Sucking Handjob, Cum Drinking, Ass Licking, Fingering, Anal, Strapon, Oral Sex, Edging, Orgasm Denial

Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training will have far reaching consequences.

Chapter 8

One month had passed since Andromeda had first felt the magical, in more than one sense, tongue of Harry Potter on her folds and she had been avidly cultivating their relationship since then. Having the boy service her had become an almost daily thing for her, yet much to her surprise she realized this wasn't nearly enough for her. Her sexual drive had been repressed for much of her life and kinks and fantasies had always been stopped in their tracks, yet now she suddenly had a willing outlet for all her frustrations, one that she also needed to bring under her control.

Simply threatening to go to Mrs Dursley was a weak threat, where as it might have scared the Potter child, it was respect given to the Dursley woman, not her. That had changed a week ago as the Potter child had called her 'Miss Brown' instead of the new moniker she insisted he used whenever they were in private, Mistress. The use of the new title was calculated, it was to separate her from other women and make the boy treat her as a seat of power unique to him.

Harry had realized his mistake the moment the words left his mouth, it was only the two of them in the classroom, he should have called her Mistress, she had been very clear about the use of the new title. He saw her eyes flash to him and to his surprise he thought he saw…glee?

He was about to open his mouth to apologize when she held her hand in a universal sign for silence. Harry watched as she calmly sat down in her chair and carefully pulled up her skirt to her waist. He thought she expected service again yet she said it was to 'avoid wrinkles'.

"Take off your clothes now." She snapped out.

Harry obeyed immediately, this was not the first time he had heard the command, simply the first time Miss Br…no, Mistress Brown had used it.

"Lay down in my lap." She added as soon as he was done, indicating her smooth thighs, enclosed in the usual white thigh high stockings she seemed to love.

Harry did as he was told, actually quite liking the feel of the silky stockings rubbing against his skin as he leaned over her long legs. He felt a firm smooth hand rest on his back as another one started rubbing his buttocks.

He soon heard her breathy voice, she surprisingly sounded as she did when he pleased her, even though he hadn't done anything to her yet!

"Well now Mister Potter, it would seem you don't feel it necessary to obey my orders."

Harry tried to speak; to convince her that this wasn't the case when he was cut off by the sound of a loud slap and a fierce stinging pain in one of his cheeks. He moaned in pain and soon felt the same smooth hand rubbing the red cheek.

"You will not interrupt your Mistress at any time Mister Potter, should you forget this you will quickly be reminded." Her voice sounded even huskier than before.

Harry quickly nodded, not daring to open his mouth again.

"As I was saying, you seem to feel free to ignore my commands, barge into my room uninvited and in general behave as you please, with no heed to your superiors."

Andromeda paused briefly to see if the boy would open his mouth to object but he seemed to have learnt his lesson and stayed quiet this time. She tried to ignore the way her pussy was moistening at her actions; she never knew dominating someone like this could feel so…good.

She smirked; it was not like she wouldn't be able to have her pussy dealt with later, thanks to boy in her lap. She made a sound of agreement at his silence and continued,

"As such I have decided it is time for me to teach you your place in this classroom, these spankings will become a common thing any time you step out of line."

She felt the boy tense in her lap; yes these lessons would go a long way to her getting the respect she wanted.

"You will count the blows and thank me for teaching you this valuable lesson after every blow."

She followed up her statement with a strong slap to his other butt-cheek and waited. Her smile grew wide and her pussy started dripping when she heard him reply with;

"T-two, thank you, Mistress."

The total dominance she had over the boy felt intoxicating as she started raining down blows on his cheeks, alternating between left and right, waiting patiently for him to catch his breath to thank her after every single one.

Harry couldn't believe the pain he was in, his entire rear end felt like it was on fire; Mistress Brown's hands were clearly far stronger than they looked as they easily held his flailing body down while smacking his rump. He barely even realized he had even started thinking of her as 'Mistress' Brown now, not wishing to do anything to ever receive this punishment again. He desperately hugged her silky stocking clad legs as he stuttered out the numbers she demanded.

Andromeda drew a shuddering breath as he heard him thank her for the twentieth blow, her nipples were hard as glass, poking through her blouse and she was certain the chair underneath her had a wet spot where she sat. Her entire right hand tingled from the smacks yet the sensation was not unpleasant at all.

"Serve me, now!" She bit out through clenched teeth, pleased to hear a muffled "Yes Mistress" before he pulled off her soaked panties and buried his face in her crotch. Not bothering with any finesse she placed her thighs on his shoulders and buried both her hands in his hair; pulling him close as she grinded her wet needy pussy into his face.

Harry gasped desperate breaths as he tried to lick and swallow everything being forced into his mouth, his Mistress was clearly extremely excited as she paid no heed to his need to breathe, flooding his mouth and demanding he use his tongue more. Harry did as ordered; the unexpected spanking had made him realize that regardless of the vastly different looks, his Mistress was no more forgiving of rule breaking than his Aunt.

Feeling Mistress Browns' legs quiver and lock behind his back he took a big preparatory gulp of breath as his nose was once again ground into her clit, he desperately locked his lips around it, sucking and licking as he heard her moan loudly.

Andromeda moaned loudly as the best orgasm she had ever experienced hit her hard, loving the look of subservience in the eyes of the boy as his wet tongue danced all over her hairless slit. She shuddered as he felt him obediently scoop up her fluids with his tongue, swallowing everything without hesitance.

The pressure on her bladder was going to force her to move soon, yet her legs felt like jelly and she didn't feel like moving away from the lovely mouth sucking her pussy lips into his mouth, cleaning her with practiced moves. That was when she remembered his offer from a few weeks back, 'If you need a toilet I am also available Miss Brown.' Feeling an undeniable spark of excitement she looked down at the lapping boy, sensually whispering out the words,

"I need to pee."

His eyes briefly snapped to hers before she saw him spread her pussy with his fingers, moving closer and tightly wrapping his lips around her urethra. She saw his cheeks become hollow as he started applying light suction, making an airtight seal around her opening.

She flushed in pleasure and slowly let her pee trickle into his willing mouth, watching intently as he gulped down her piss like it was a precious gift. The act of subservience and the sense of power she got from the simple action was incredible, especially as she saw that he had not spilled a single drop, even going as far as cleaning her again with his tongue when she was done. Harry gulped deeply, swallowing down the warm fluid his Mistress had given him, feeling it flow down to his stomach, heating up his belly. He looked into her eyes as he started cleaning her, like he usually cleaned his Aunt, and saw a relieved smile grace her lips while a strange fervour burned in her eyes.

That had been a week ago, yet Andromeda had made sure to spank Harry two more times during the last week. 'To make sure the lesson stuck' she had claimed, making no mention of how incredibly turned on she was afterwards. Andromeda had been starting to realize she was a good bit kinkier than she expected, starting to let all her fantasies roam free. This was proving to be a very informational school year for both the former Black sister and the future Lord Black.

Chapter 9

The class quieted down as Miss Brown stepped into the room after the short recess, it had been four months since the school had started and it was common knowledge that causing trouble in her class lead to big problems. The students couldn't quite understand why, but their parents, or more accurately, their fathers, seemed to consider Miss Brown an excellent instructor. The school had in fact seen the so far largest participation of fathers in school history in the student / teacher conferences pertaining to Miss Browns' class. In later years quite a few would connect the dots between the busty hourglass bodied teacher and her penchant for wearing tight fitting clothing to male participation in school related issues.

This in turn left Harry fairly immune to any bullying, as he was quite the known teachers' pet. One older student had in fact called him that to his face and much to the children's surprise Harry had only nodded in agreement. Even Dudley wasn't dumb enough to directly bully him while in school, not after Miss Brown had visited Privet Drive to worriedly discuss his behaviour with Vernon, ending with him, much to his surprise, being grounded for the first time of his life. That however didn't stop him from picking on anyone that got even slightly close to the boy, leaving Harry fairly isolated during school.

Harry was once again missing from his seat but no one paid much attention to it anymore, Miss Brown seemed have him constantly running special errands or doing additional schoolwork, regardless of class hours. He never seemed to complain so people had simply stopped paying heed to the anomaly.

Andromeda Tonks smiled happily at the class as she sat down in her chair, stretching her legs under the covered hardwood table. She sighed contently as she felt deft small hands gently remove her shoes and softly massage her soles. Pointing to the blackboard she called out the chapters she wanted them to read over the next class, while quietly sinking further into her chair in relaxed pleasure. The Potter child had answered one of her math questions incorrectly and was now paying penance under her desk, a situation she honestly did not mind in the least. Even if he wanted to complain, something he wouldn't dare if he valued his hide, the area under her desk was not visible to the rest of the class and she had placed both a silencing ward and an obscuring charm on it.

Her private tutoring of him was turning out quite well; he had quickly learned to give her his full attention when she was teaching, as forcing her to repeat anything turned out to be uncomfortable. For him. She had taught him how to improve his study habits, often giving him required reading lists into worldly subjects and quizzing him on what he read, a skill which would serve him well in Hogwarts vast library. She added mathematics soon after as it differed very little from arithmancy, a subject she would make sure he picked up. Having him sign up for painting had taken one firm spanking to make him exceedingly compliant, but she knew he would thank him later when he realized how small accurate hand movements and hand-eye coordination while painting translated into wand motions. She had also lightly incorporated Latin into their classes, having him learn and correctly pronounce a few words here and there, something she knew he would benefit from greatly, as correct pronunciation was key to initially learning spells.

Luckily his Aunt Petunia had drilled politeness into him so that was no issue, however she still had to teach him matters any Lord would be expected to know, like how to behave properly at the dinner table or how to greet people of different stature. After all, it was not like she could let the future Lord Black be an idiot.

Reaching a hand under her desk she tapped her legs in an obvious signal and soon exhaled softly as she felt the boy reach up to her thighs and slowly remove her tight fitting nylon from her feet. Harry gently lifted her bare left foot and started to lay light kisses over her toes, the arch of her foot and her soft soles as Andromeda quietly moaned in her chair. Honestly, she should have realized she had a thing for her feet earlier, the way she loved to show them off in nylons and high heels, the way her crotch would heat up when men looked at her calves. She shrugged it off, attributing her ignorance to her repressive younger years and went back to enjoying the soft hands and mouth of the boy.

Harry didn't really mind pleasing Mistress Browns' feet, it was slightly different from how he usually pleased women but she clearly enjoyed his actions greatly. Her feet were slim and toned; obviously highly cared for and like the rest of her she had spotless hygiene. He ran his tongue over the soft arch of her foot, feeling goose bumps break out over her silky legs and slowly trailed his tongue between her painted toes, teasing the flesh. Reaching up he softly sucked her red painted big toe into his mouth, continuing to tease around it with his tongue as his cheeks applied suction all over.

Andromeda tried to desperately control her panting and the furious blush rising up to her cheeks, but Merlin, the boy was such a natural. A few suggestions and orders and he had surpassed her wildest dreams, bringing completely new feelings rushing to her groin like an avalanche.

"Do you have a fever Miss Brown?" One of the kids in the front had asked, yet her explanation of merely having a slightly queasy stomach seemed to placate them for the time being.

She tried to control her shuddering breath as the boy switched feet, leaving one saliva covered foot feeling pleasantly cool as he started working over the other one, his hot mouth and tongue working her into a frenzy. This method of punishing the boy was highly pleasant for her, she wanted to be able to punish him so she would raise the difficulty of his studies until he failed, yet the boy was determined to please her and was improving at a rapid rate. It was obvious he had gotten his head from Lily, but had simply had no one force him to use it in a studious environment.

She couldn't control the soft sensual moan that slipped through her teeth as the boy started working on her ankles, kissing his way up to her calves while massaging the flesh with his hands. She was surprised no one in the class could smell her yet; her small silky panties were utterly soaked as her pussy pulsed in time with the tongue of the boy. A bead of sweat ran down her back as the mouth moved to her knees, suckling the soft flesh behind them followed by long warm licks starting to travel up her toned thighs. Her soft skin was on fire and she was starting to realize she didn't have the self-control she thought she did, anymore and she would be screaming loudly for the class to hear.

"RRRRRRRRRING!"

Andromeda's eyes snapped to the ringing bell and a relieved smile graced her face as she happily shooed the children out of her class. As soon as the last one was out she threw a quick depulso charm at the door, slamming it shut, followed by a colloportus charm to securely lock it. The boys tongue was already playing around the junction of her groin, heatedly skimming the edges of the soft fabric of her panties causing her to spread her legs wide, giving him better access to his prize.

Harry had come to start enjoying the reaction he could cause in women, these strong dominant women turned almost desperate when he used his mouth on them, and their relaxed smiles and grateful words afterwards stirred something deep in the neglected boy.

He moved his lips around his Mistress' soaked mound, circling her puffy lips and sucking in the moisture that was saturating the entire front of her satin panties. It obviously soon became too much for her, as she reached down and pulled aside the skimpy fabric making her wish obvious. Not one to refuse such an obvious command, he moved his hands to spread her slit wider while moving his tongue in deep long licks, lapping up her musky fluids. Her flesh would shudder and her hole would clamp around his tongue as he moved it into her wet hole, dragging it across the walls of her pussy.

Trailing kisses up her puffy lips and swallowing her secretions he slowly reached her exposed nub, lavishing it with strong lapping until finally wrapping his lips around it, applying strong suctions while teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Her loud moans were music to his ears as he felt a hand fumble with his hair, pressing him further into her quivering pussy. Moving two fingers gently into her tight opening, he started curling them in a 'come hither' motion like his Mistress had taught him, while continuing to feast on her clit.

Feeling the boys' finger playing with her G-spot while her clit was being sucked deeply into his mouth was too much for Andromeda, causing her to violently buck against the chair as she came loudly on his face. Moaning she gyrated her hips against his face, feeling her orgasm slowly abate as he removed his fingers, carefully licking them clean and replacing them with his mouth, starting to lick her clean. Trying to control her twitching muscles she breathed deeply as she felt his hot tongue scoop up the fluids from her pussy.

"Mmmm you've turned into such a talented boy Harry." She said as he played with his hair, watching a small smile spread on his lips as he sucked one of her inner lips into his mouth, leaving it clean from any fluids. Feeling a familiar pressure grow in her crotch she gently moved his mouth up to her piss hole,

"I need to pee honey." Andromeda had discovered the use of endearments soon after their first spanking session, and where as Harry was clearly unfamiliar with them, he now responded with genuine happiness whenever she used one. She was pretty certain she was the first person to give him nicknames that were not meant as insulting.

She watched as his smiling lips obediently circled her pussy, continuing to ruffle his hair as she gratefully let her warm pee flow into his mouth, watching his little Adam's apple bob as he carefully swallowed her gift. The constant suction he offered felt heavenly and she felt the familiar heady feeling of power as she watched the boy happily obey her commands.

Unlike with Aunt Petunia, Harry had genuinely learned to like his Mistress. Sure, she liked having her feet pleased, but Harry had been raised to believe all women wanted different forms of pleasure, so such a thing was merely trivial. All the women he had been in contact with had wanted some form of pleasure but his Mistress was the first one to take a genuine interest in his well-being. He had been home when Mistress Brown had visited the Dursley's, at first terrified he was to blame for something he had wanted to run and hide, however much to his surprise she had wanted to discuss Dudley with Uncle Vernon. Certain there would be hell to pay he was even more surprised when Dudley had been grounded! For bullying him at school of all things!

She also seemed adamant he learn various things, constantly tutoring and teaching him things. Her discipline was harsh but the warm words and pet names he would receive when he aced her tests was well worth it, not to mention when she played with his hair or hugged him. Aunt Petunia would never touch him unless to punish him or demand service, thus he soon grew to greatly like his strict Mistress.

Harry's relationship with his Mistress and Aunt would remain much the same over the years; he learned politeness and obedience to women while growing ever more proficient at pleasing them. His intelligence, creative ability and knowledge in Latin were also growing at a strong rate from the constant private tutoring, whereas the constant physical chores his Aunt assigned him gave him an athletic body.

His life was however about take another large twist as the fateful summer of 1991 arrived and a certain letter from Hogwarts tumbled into the mailbox at Privet Drive.

Chapter 10

Harry James Potter stared in amazement at the letter in his hands, it was addressed to him of all people; it even said 'the smallest bedroom' at Privet Drive. Baffled he brought in the post to his Aunt, showing her the letter at the same time. She stared at the neat script for a while before handing it to him,

"Well, it was about time it arrived, go ahead and open it."

Confused at her words about expecting the letter he did as he was told, reading the neat script, inviting him to attend a place called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Is this a joke or a test Aunt Petunia?"

Sighing she told him to sit down and started telling him about magical heritage, being born to a witch and a wizard and being expected to attend the same school as they did once he turned eleven. Giving him a very bare bones explanation which basically consisted of 'you're a wizard, you're going', she sent him off to do yard work.

Utterly confused, Harry did his work as expected before packing his additional homework and heading to the nearby cafe where he was meeting Mistress Brown. Even during the summer she had kept up his education, even if it was a reduced workload.

Andromeda watched as the boy greeted her before sitting down; his eyes seemed unfocused and distant, not even paying attention to her questions. He knew better than to ignore her, which lead her to a simple conclusion,

"The letter arrived then?"

His brilliant green eyes instantly snapped to her, as his jaw almost hit the table. Realizing she expected an answer he quickly stuttered out,

"Y-yes Mistress, but how did you know?"

Chuckling she snapped a quick silencing spell around their table and started telling him about her real identity as Andromeda Tonks née Black the witch and her purpose of 'helping' him. She left out the part about him inheriting the house Black, but did talk about the history and heritage of the house of Potter.

At first angry at his Mistress for lying he quickly buried the feeling, he now realized why she had spent so much time on his education and manners, not to mention he was quite attached to her. When she explained the need for her to hide her name and her orders to not reveal anything Harry did understand, yet he couldn't help being irritated at this Dumbledore person who had kept all this a secret from him without even meeting him.

Hearing that his mother and father hadn't died as drunks but had in fact died while defending him brought a tear to his eye and he gladly accepted the warm hug Mistress Br…Mistress Tonks offered him.

"Give me the letter, I will send them your affirmative reply and tomorrow we are visiting Diagon Alley and getting your things for Hogwarts."

Smiling happily Harry handed over the letter and started bombarding Andromeda with questions about the wizarding world.

The next day Andromeda picked up an excited Potter child at the Dursley household before apparating him to a nearby public fireplace that was connected to the Floo Network, wanting to get him acquainted to all forms of wizarding travel. As they walked into the dingy building she explained to him how muggle-repelling wards worked while pointing out the muggles that seemed to ignore their presence. The boy was clearly extremely excited and she hoped he was paying attention to her words.

"Just throw the powder in, wait for the flames to turn green, then walk in and call out your destination. Remember to keep walking when you exit on the other side or the momentum will throw you to the ground."

His usual obedience kicking in, Andromeda watched in horror as he threw in the powder, practically ran into the fireplace and blurted out what sounded like "diagonally" before disappearing in a swirl of flames. Cursing she quickly followed, correctly shouting out Diagon Alley and arriving at the Leaky Cauldron, yet no matter where she looked there was no sign of the boy.

Harry realized he had somehow messed up, this did not look like any pub he had ever heard of, wizarding or muggle. The place was dimly lit and had some of the most horrific things he had ever seen littered about, a blood-stained pack of cards, a withering hand lying on a cushion and evil-looking masks decorating the walls, seeming to stare at him. After waiting patiently for five minutes for his Mistress to arrive he was starting to panic, the place had an eerie feeling and he really wanted to get out of there.

Stumbling in the dim light he made his way towards what he thought was the door, only to accidentally bump into a hooded figure. The woman turned towards him and Harry saw the familiar features, breathing out in relief,

"Mistress Tonks! I am so sorry I didn't..."

His throat closed up as the eyes that stared intently at him were not the dark soft eyes of Andromeda Tonks, but instead sharp blue and seemed to be studying him. When she turned more into the light he saw that she was paler than Mistress Tonks and peeking out from under the hood was not dark hair, but an almost silvery blond mane. Her face seemed more defined and sharper, making Harry realize she was actually even prettier than his Mistress, even if their features were very similar. She was wearing a curve hugging dark blue robe with silver highlights, accentuating her narrow waist and impressive hips.

Narcissa Malfoy née Black, the youngest sister of Bellatrix Lestrange and Andromeda Tonks studied the boy that had ran into her, taking in the messy dark hair, the brilliant green eyes and most importantly of all, the lightning shaped scar sitting on his forehead.

What on earth was the Boy-Who-Lived doing in Borgin and Burkes, a notoriously dark shop located in Knockturn Alley and most importantly of all, did he really just call her what she think he did?

"Mistress Tonks...?" Narcissa drawled with a small smirk tugging on her lips. The boy paled and seemed to be on the verge of having a full-blown panic attack. Not about to let such juicy gossip slip through her fingers, she decided to comfort him with a white lie or two, placing a hand on his shoulder,

"No need to be afraid Harry, my name is Narcissa Malfoy and my sister has often talked about you."

That was quite the lie, but based on the fact the he confused her with her sister she was fairly certain he had no knowledge of her.

"Sister…?" Harry took in her features and the fact that she seemed to know his name, not fully realizing his fame in the wizarding world yet, and felt the tension leave his muscles. Mrs Malfoy did look a lot like Mistress Tonks and he now understood why he had confused them with each other, even her voice had the similar haughty overtones, even if it was slightly clearer. He never even knew his Mistress had siblings!

Handing Harry a cloak with an obscuring charm around the hood she started pulling him out of the store,

"Come now, this is no place for children, put the cloak on and follow me."

Recognizing the commanding tone of voice Harry quickly obeyed, happy to leave the ominous store, quickly donning the cloak and following the elegant woman. Soon they came to what looked like a mix between a pub and a restaurant, with tables set against the walls in small alcoves and drapes covering the entrance to said alcoves, offering any diners full privacy. The place looked far more elegant than the rest of Knockturn Alley and Harry could make out a sign saying it was 'The Shrouded Snake'.

The man at the door clearly recognized Mistress Tonks' sister and quickly ushered them to a private alcove in the corner.

Narcissa waited for the man to bring her a glass of white wine and Harry a glass of coke, before patting the seat next to her and smiling invitingly,

"You can remove the cloak now Harry, sit down and relax, we will not be disturbed here and I am interested to know how you ended up in that dreadful store of all places."

Harry sat down contently, after the panic in the store it felt good to sit down and Mrs Malfoy seemed very kind, curling a hand around his shoulders and hugging him close to her as he started telling her about the letter and their purpose in Diagon Alley.

Narcissa made all the right sounds at the right times as she listened to the boy talk, she really had lucked out being in the right spot at the right time. Slowly she started inquiring more about what all he did for his 'Mistress', after all she did say that her 'beloved sister had not given her too many details, wanting to wait until Harry arrived at the wizarding world'. This sounded perfectly plausible to Harry, after all this Dumbledore person had forced Mistress Tonks to hide her true name and occupation as a witch from him, why wouldn't he had enforced the same rules for someone else. Mrs Malfoy seemed delighted when he started describing his chores, often praising him and cuddling him even closer telling him what a good boy he was, prompting him to take pride in his work and go into more intricate detail. He soon found himself sitting in her lap with her soft manicured hands roaming over his body, all the while going into more detail.

Narcissa couldn't help herself, when the boy had told her of how he pleased his Mistress she had felt her core instantly heat up, the vulnerable beautiful green eyes combined with the cute face of a young James Potter describing such filthy acts made her just want to eat the boy up. Seeing he offered no resistance, she had softly lifted him into her lap and moved her hands under his shirt, skimming the smooth skin and feeling herself get more excited by the minute. The boy seemed to lean into her touch, happily accepting her gentle touch.

My, my, who knew you had it in you Andy. Although on second thought, this was her elder sister that had slapped their mother, walked out of the Black household and ran off with a muggleborn, she certainly did have a penchant for the unexpected.

Harry faltered as the smooth hands made skin contact with his firm stomach, feeling a familiar hardness start to form in his groin. Mrs Malfoy was very pretty and sitting in her lap he could feel her big breasts press against his back. He knew what erections were and had started experiencing them just before the summer started, along with a light patch of pubic hair appearing, but had been far too embarrassed to do anything about them, let alone mention them to his Mistress.

Seeing the boy blush and falter and try to inconspicuously place his hands over his crotch, Narcissa felt her panties dampen, Merlin but he was adorable. She had always had a thing for pretty little boys, but sadly her husband didn't really fit the bill with his arrogant attitude, not to mention he liked to bat for the other team. Her son was turning into a clone of his father, already adopting his despicable attitude, so there was very little interest there either. This boy however, she simply had to have him.

She moved him further into her lap, his buttocks resting against her crotch as she hugged his body to her bosom, placing her lips at his ear and giving it a little lick, whispering,

"Do I make you feel excited Harry?"

She saw him turn even redder and very slowly nod, making her smile even wider as she softly moved his hands away and placed hers on his bare stomach, playing with the hem of his boxers.

"Has your Mistress ever pleased you in return Harry?" She breathed into his ear, feeling his body shudder against hers. He swallowed audibly and shook his head. She caressed his abdomen and softly played with the skin of his waist before asking,

"Would you like me to?"

Pursing her lips in pleasure she saw him gulp again before nodding, making her pussy heat up like a furnace. Softly she moved her pale gentle hands under his underwear, her left hand moving under him to massage his buttocks while her right hand gently cupped his crotch, playing with the smooth testicles before moving to his rock hard erection. She was pleasantly surprised when she felt it, he was almost as big as her husband. Whereas her husband was fairly average in size it was quite impressive for someone who still had a lot of growing to do.

Harry couldn't believe what he was feeling, Mrs Malfoy's cool hand felt amazing as it gently moved his balls around before softly grasping his hard shaft. Feeling her pull down his pants to his thighs, he looked down at his dick being enfolded in the impossibly soft skin, massaging it up and down while he felt her hot breath pant into his ear. His hips seemed to involuntarily buck into the loving grasp, before he felt the grip harden and a soft seductive command in his ear,

"Let me." He controlled his hips as best he could and soon felt her other hand travel up to his lips, softly inserting her middle finger into his mouth.

"Suck."

Doing as ordered he licked and sucked the long smooth digit, making Mrs Malfoy release small whimpers into his ear. The hand soon moved back down to his buttocks and much to his surprise he felt the wet saliva covered finger probe around his anus. He jerked at the unexpected sensation but calmed down when Mrs Malfoy shushed him softly and started pumping his erection again.

Feeling the finger worm into his butt he clenched in surprise, gripping it tightly, hearing yet another moan from Mrs Malfoy, before the wetness allowed the finger to start probing in and out, teasing something soft near the wall of his penis, giving him an overwhelming urge to pee.

Instead of peeing, an amazing sensation hit him; sending shocks through his entire crotch and making shivers run up his spine. He moaned as he humped his hips desperately into Mrs Malfoy's soft grasping hand and the finger probing his butt, feeling shock waves of strange feelings wash over him. He felt something release inside of him and slumped breathlessly against her soft big bosom, feeling the hard nipples poking him in the back. He saw a small amount of clear fluid on the hand that was still grasping his softening erection, before, much to his surprise, Mrs Malfoy moved it up to her lips, sensually licking her fingers clean.

"Did you enjoy that my little Harry?"

Her warm breath made goose bumps break out over his neck before he nodded his head; he had never felt anything like that before.

"That is something a kind Mistress sometimes does to their charge, would you like me to teach you more about this sometime?"

Surprised Harry nodded again, these were not the kind of lessons he would mind, that had felt incredible.

"Yes please, Mrs Malfoy."

"Call me…Mistress Narcissa."

"Yes please, Mistress Narcissa" Harry replied happily, the only other person he had ever called Mistress had been great to him, teaching him lots and this was her sister! He sure was lucky to run into her of all people.

Narcissa could barely hold in her moan as the adorable boy called her Mistress, she licked her fingers again and started planning; this had great potential, both from a political and private point of view, as the heated thrumming of her drenched pussy confirmed.

Chapter 11

Andromeda Tonks was cursing up a storm as she trudged around Diagon Alley, desperately looking for one Harry Potter. If she didn't find him soon she'd have no option besides contacting Dumbledore, who would be less than pleased to find out she had taken him shopping without his permission. He had mumbled something about 'the right influence' when she had asked him about it, but there was information she needed to access at Gringotts that was vital for her plans. She was about to lose hope when a familiar fox shaped Patronus charm ran up to her shoulder and she heard the familiar drawl of her sister whisper into her ear,

"Hello Andy, you'll never guess who I ran into in Knockturn Alley. He will be returned safe and sound to his... Mistress…at noon, meet us at Fortescue's."

Andromeda swore loudly, startling a pureblooded couple that sent sneers her way. She ignored them as she trudged towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Cissa obviously knew about her relationship with the boy. Not surprising if she had gotten the boy alone, Narcissa Malfoy had used her feminine wiles and charms to manipulate the Wizengamot for as long as she could remember, a soon to be eleven year old boy would have easily been fooled. She swore again realizing what a vulnerable position she had left Harry in.

All that remained to be seen was what Cissa would do with her information, ruining Andromeda seemed pointless as she was already a no-name in the pureblood circles because of her expulsion from the Black family. Ruining Harry seemed doubtful as it was highly unlikely the public would turn against the Boy-Who-Lived if this got out, they were far more likely to crucify her.

Sighing she slumped into one of the chairs at Fortescue's, all she could do now was wait.

Narcissa Malfoy was smiling smugly as she walked towards her pouting sister with a cloaked Harry trailing her. Convincing him that as an upcoming Lord of his house he needed an experienced teacher to help him, she had had a Lordship tutor contract written up by her solicitor, stating that young Harry would need to be under her care for three weeks every year. The contract required three things, the signature of the tutor that had to be familiar with the life of a Lord, something that she as the wife of Lord Malfoy easily qualified for, the signature of the upcoming Lord and the signature of the upcoming Lord's current guardian.

She had gladly signed it and whispers of continuing their private lessons had made Harry quick to sign it as well. She had then side-along apparated them to Privet Drive and after offering Mrs Dursley a check of five thousand pounds she also happily signed the contract, complimenting Harry on finding such an able tutor.

Unlike the longer apprentice contracts the tutor contract did not require Ministry approval, which was the reason she could push it through so quickly. Had she attempted anything more binding, Dumbledore's moles at the Ministry would have quickly informed him, which would have no doubt lead to entire light side blocking her attempts at gaining access to the young Potter.

After she had filed the contract at both the Ministry and Gringotts she had decided it was time to celebrate and reward Harry for 'being such a good boy'. This she did by marching back into Knockturn Alley and having Harry's glasses replaced by expertly charmed contact lenses that would rarely, if ever, need replacing. She told him how handsome he looked; bringing an adorable flush to his face, which in turned caused a flash of heat to travel through her groin.

'Time for that later' she thought as she sat down in front of Andy, handing her a copy of the contract.

Andromeda scanned the contract and paled, Dumbledore was going to blow a fuse when he heard about this, Narcissa Malfoy getting the child for herself for three whole weeks, oh Merlin.

"What are you planning Cissa?"

Narcissa smiled softly,

"Don't worry Andy, I'll have him over next week, both my husband and son will be in France for a month."

Surprised that she would keep Harry separated from Lucius' influence Andy narrowed her eyes,

"What are you after?"

A devious smirk formed on Narcissa's lips and she glanced at Harry licking her lips,

"Young Harry has told me about his talents in great detail, I am certain we will reach an agreement."

Understanding dawned on Andromeda's face as she saw the flush that coloured Harry's cheeks and the way his eyes shifted to the floor, he had disobeyed her and told Narcissa everything. Not unexpected, most adult men had trouble controlling their tongue around the seductress; it still didn't ease her ire over his loose tongue.

"I see."

She did in fact see, she knew that Narcissa had to be extremely frustrated. The fact that Lucius was more into men and women had become quite known among the sisters as it angered Narcissa to no end. There was also little chance of her having an affair with anyone, she wouldn't touch muggles and any wizard who approached her was too afraid of the political power her husband wielded to dare anger him by laying hands on his wife.

The loss of political face would force Lord Malfoy to respond harshly, even if he probably didn't care much about what his wife did. Narcissa elegantly stood up,

"Of course you do dear sister; you have already sampled the goods."

Andromeda blushed slightly which only lead to Narcissa smiling wider before she turned to Harry, engulfing him in a hug; covertly groping his buttocks while grinding his crotch into her. She was delighted to instantly feel him harden and blush furiously, before she leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks and left with a whispered "We will see each other next week."

Harry's eyes were glued to the fitting robe of Mrs…Mistress Narcissa as she walked away, before he turned his eyes into the icy stare of Mistress Tonks and gulped deeply, this was not good.

"Not only did you run into the Floo without properly paying attention to me, you also saw fit to disregard all my orders the second you were out of my sight."

Her icy tone sent shivers through his back; this was not good at all.

"We still have business to attend to, I will deal with your…disobedience when we return home. I will inform your Aunt you will not be home until late tonight."

The way she pronounced 'disobedience' like a foreign, foul thing made Harry wince, he couldn't even remember the last time he had heard his Mistress this angry.

"You will not cause any further trouble and you will do exactly as I say for the rest of the day, doing otherwise will only make it worse for you, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress!" He whimpered out, this was going to be a long day.

Andromeda nodded and stood up, motioning for the boy to follow. He would not blab about their relationship as openly again, she would make sure of it.

Their first destination was the Gringotts bank, where she quickly ordered Harry to request that all keys pertaining to his vaults be destroyed and a new one bound to his blood made for him. It was a standard safety measure for old vaults that had not been accessed in a long time, you never knew where the keys were and the goblins wouldn't do it unless ordered. After having Harry request the paperwork for the Potter family she happily concluded that he could claim his Lordship at the age of thirteen as he was the last of his line. Once he claimed that Lordship he would be an adult, thus eligible for the Black Lordship.

To her surprise the clerk adamantly stated that the Potter wills had been sealed which confused her, how did Dumbledore know to place him at the Dursley's then?

Harry seemed briefly worried at being homeless or having to live alone after he reached thirteen, but she gladly told him that he could always live with his Mistress, which greatly cheered him up. After they visited his trust vault he also realized his worries about being homeless were baseless.

What followed was a quick trip through Diagon Alley, with Andromeda expertly weaving through the crowds and picking up additional necessities she thought he might need. Like books about pureblood ancestry and customs, responsibilities of a Lord and the power a Lord held and various potions books. When asked about them she merely replied with a 'if half of what Nymphadora says is true, you will understand'.

At Madam Malkin's she had him pick up fitted robes in Acromantula silk displaying the Potter crest, he was the heir of a powerful family and should look like one. The eyes of the sewing girl widened when she recognized the crest, with the hair covering his scar and without the obvious horn rimmed glasses to signal who the boy was, they had been fairly inconspicuous. Their quick trek was greatly slowed at Ollivander's, where to Andromeda's concern Harry received the brother-wand of Voldemort.

Once everything was packed into his trunk, Andromeda shrunk it and placed it in her purse. She then grabbed his shoulder and apparated them to the simple four room flat she used for her Jennifer Brown cover.

She calmly sat down at the table, turning to Harry,

"Mister Potter, prepare and serve the tea." Harry winced, the last time she had called him 'Mister Potter' was after he had forgotten to come to their agreed meeting last summer, she had not been pleased.

After serving her the tea she lightly extended her feet towards him,

"Massage my feet while I enlighten you on the stupidity you committed today."

He knelt down and removed her heels, running his hands over the white nylon covering her legs before starting to softly work on the pads of her feet. Andromeda sipped her tea and sighed in pleasure, before beginning her tale about the sisters Black, their upbringing and their views of purebloods and muggles, as well as how they ended up. Seeing he had a question she stopped her lecture briefly,

"Umm, Mistress, were they right about purebloods being better then?" He asked while working over her calves, trying his best to placate his Mistress before she got around to the punishment.

Not entirely surprised at the question she gave what she considered the correct answer,

"Yes and No. There are several magical traits that only show in certain bloodlines, like the ability to talk to snakes in Slytherin's bloodline or my daughter's metamorphic abilities. On the flip side however there is the issue with weakened magical ability and the prevalence of squibs in pureblooded households."

Sipping her tea she gave Harry a significant look,

"Overall I believe half-bloods are the strongest of the both, having the ability to inherit powerful magical abilities as well as benefiting from being part of a fresh gene pool. I do not consider it a coincidence that the most powerful witches and wizards of our age, like Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort are all half-blooded."

Seeing the question on his face she continued,

"Yes I know we discussed him yesterday, but he was also a half-blood. Of course we knew that, we went to school with him for Merlin's sake, but when you have an ancestry like his and the power to back it up, people tend to conveniently forget things they never wanted to believe in the first place."

Seeing him hesitate briefly she snapped at him,

"Well? Out with it."

"I'm sorry Mistress but…do you think Mrs Malfoy will hurt me?"

She laid her tea down and contemplated it briefly,

"No. I think she is just a frustrated woman and you're a convenient release. She will no doubt attempt to influence you in other ways but I do not think she will hurt you, as proof of significant physical pain gives you the right to cancel the contract."

Harry exhaled in relief, after hearing Mistress Tonks explain he had realized the two sisters were not nearly as close as he had been lead to believe.

Seeing her tea was finally done, Andromeda stood and started removing the wizard robe she was wearing.

"Now Mister Potter, it is time to discuss your action with Mrs Malfoy."

Seeing the boy nervously nod, she set aside her dark blue robe, revealing a highly enticing set of lingerie. Her long legs were encased in the usual white thigh high stockings, held up by a lace-rimmed garter belt adorning her hips. Her skimpy panties and bra were in white with a black lace rim, completing the package.

She elegantly sat back in her chair, removing an imaginary speck of dust from her nylons before turning back to Harry.

"Remove your clothes and lay in my lap, now!"

Harry quickly obeyed, practically throwing aside his clothing before lying across her legs, trying to ignore the way her soft flesh in the silky stockings felt against his crotch.

Placing her left hand on his back she started playing with his smooth buttocks with her right one,

"You will tell me everything that happened between you stepping into the Floo and arriving at Fortescue's."

Startled by the command and not knowing where to begin he hesitated, which was instantly answered by four quick smacks across his cheeks. Moaning in pain he heard his Mistress say,

"No hesitation, I will have no made up stories here, you will tell me what happened and nothing else."

"Yes Mistress" He squeaked, attempting to explain how he ended up in a strange store before being interrupted by another four smacks, causing a burning sensation to flood his buttocks.

"I did not hear you thank me for the slaps Mister Potter."

"I'm sorry Mistress, thank you for disciplining me Mistress."

Her sultry "Good, continue" made him instantly continue the story, leaving nothing out and avoiding hesitation as much as possible.

When he got to the part where Mrs Malfoy started pleasuring him he couldn't avoid the arousal that he felt develop, having just seen Mistress Tonks lingerie clad surely didn't help and neither did the feel of her stockings rubbing against his cock as he was spanked.

Andromeda was very turned on by now, the spanking and the story was making her panties incredibly wet and now she felt his hardness start to press against her thigh. Merlin, when had that started occurring, it had been almost a year since she had properly spanked him so she had completely missed it.

Caressing his red cheeks, her sultry voice interrupted his halting story,

"My, my, my, what a naughty boy we have here Mister Potter."

She saw him flush even redder, trying to press his arousal deeper into her thigh like that would hide it. She let out an amused laugh,

"Growing excited when you are supposed to be punished, aren't you quite the dirty boy."

No longer able to contain herself, she slightly spread her legs and moved the boy further up her lap, letting his erection slip between her stocking clad thighs. She closed her legs up again, feeling the delightful heat of his trapped arousal.

"Quite the big boy aren't you Mister Potter, is this how a proper boy should react to a spanking, hmmm?"

Harry moaned as his manhood was trapped between her toned flesh; the cool feeling of the stockings rubbing all over his dick making it hard for him to suppress the urge to hump her.

He heard the breathy voice of his Mistress above him, feeling her right hand squeeze his buttocks for attention,

"You will count the smacks as usual and thank me Mister Potter."

Whimpering he thanked her and soon felt a searing pain in his left cheek which forced his hips forward, burying his erection deep between her legs, before slowly being pulled out again. He thanked her again, feeling utterly confused by the strange sensation of both pain and pleasure.

Andromeda was breathing heavily as she watched the arousing display, she didn't even need to hold the boy down; he was happily pressing between her legs, trying to understand the mixed signals he was receiving. Using her left hand she started rolling her nipples between her nimble fingers, feeling a familiar burn start in her abdomen as she lifted her hand for another smack.

His butt was on fire, the heat was covering his entire groin as he whimpered out his thanks at the fifteenth smack, yet her smooth thighs left him anticipating the smacks. The delicious friction he was experiencing was starting to push him towards the edge, his Mistress' sexy legs keeping an iron grip on his trapped member, smothering it in soft heated flesh. No longer able to contain himself he moaned deeply as she smacked him for the twenty-ninth time, driving his erection deep between her nylon covered legs and granting him sweet release, as his legs and abdomen twitched at the overwhelming sensations spreading through his manhood.

Andromeda panted deeply as she watched the boy orgasm through her spanking, feeling a glob of wetness stain her stockings as her entire right arm tingled up to her elbow. Her pussy was twitching at the arousing display and she had long since abandoned her bra, letting her hard nipples stand proud. Hearing him mumble a "thank you for the spanking Mistress" she smiled coyly, before picking him up and helping him to the bedroom, as his legs seemed like jelly. That was all right, it wasn't his legs she wanted right now.

Laying him down on his back, she pulled off her soaked panties, leaving her in her stockings and garter belt. She wiped the small glob he had left on her stockings off with her finger, before smiling mischievously and bringing it to his lips. She watched as he automatically licked her fingers clean, making her moan at the feel of his tongue dancing over her digits and the erotic display he just unknowingly provided.

Moving up across his body she removed her fingers and placed her knees on both sides of his head, before lowering her soaked pussy down to his face, using him like a chair. She briefly appreciated his lack of glasses at it made him far more accessible. She moaned deeply as she felt his tongue delve into her musky hole, scooping up her releases and diligently swallowing it like a precious gift. Moving her hips around, she would direct him around her pussy, alternatively sucking on her folds or dragging his tongue across the walls of her pussy. Moving forward she even felt his hot tongue probe around her anus, teasing the nerve endings and making her pant in pleasure as he explored every nook and cranny that she wanted. Feeling like she could no longer take it, she pulled on her nipples as she brought her clit to his mouth, instantly feeling his lips suck on it like a lollipop, hollowing out his cheeks. The amazing feeling of suction and talented tongue brought her screaming over the edge, humping his face as she flooded his mouth with her fluids. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as the hot tongue licked and sucked, prolonging her orgasm until she was utterly spent, collapsing forward against the headboard.

Panting heavily she moaned as boy continued cleaning her, not even bothering to warn him she ground her wet slit into his mouth and let her bladder go, flooding his mouth with her hot urine. He gulped heavily and worked his jaw around her flesh, feeling his mouth and tongue coax out every single drop before going back to licking her again.

Andromeda rolled over, breathing heavily and feeling like she could barely think, let alone stand.

"Good boy Harry, your punishment is over."

"Thank you for the punishment Mistress."

Smiling she ruffled his hair,

"Now head home before your Aunt gets worried, tomorrow we will start working on the things from Diagon Alley."

Watching the boy limp away with a glowing red rump, she collapsed in the bed; her last thought before letting sleep claim her was how on earth she was going to explain the tutor contract to Dumbledore.

Chapter 12

Andromeda smiled at the boy limping towards him, he was trying to hide his wince but it was obvious his cheeks were still quite sore. Grabbing him she apparated them to the Tonks family home, a simple yet cosy two story building surrounded by a well-kept garden. Harry felt a warm feeling pass over his skin as they entered the premises, like a thin coating of oil being poured over his skin.

"You felt that then?" Andromeda asked after seeing him stare at his skin in wonder,

"It's the intent based wards of the house; I used quite a few ones from the Black library, making them fairly powerful. It's a good sign of your magical ability if you are already able to sense them."

Walking into the house she led them to the kitchen, where Harry saw a girl, no, young woman, with a startling shade of violet hair hunched over a book while munching on a sandwich.

"Nymphadora! What have I told you about reading at the dinner table!"

The girls face snapped to Mistress Tonks, revealing a pale heart shaped face and familiar looking soft dark eyes, before much to Harry's surprise her hair turned pink in what looked like embarrassment. Even with his Mistress having explained her metamorphic abilities Harry couldn't help being impressed, that was so cool.

"Sorry mum" she replied, before closing the book and placing it on the chair next to hers. She then turned her attention to the stunned face of the young boy standing next to her mother, being slightly surprised at how tall he was for his age; he must have entered puberty early.

She had instantly recognized him as Harry Potter, it was hard to mistake her mother's description of brilliant green eyes and messy hair, not to mention the scar that was peeking out between his dark locks.

"Wotcher Harry; happy to finally meet you!"

"That's so cool" he blurted out before blushing, causing the young woman to smile before hastily adding,

"I mean, nice to meet you as well, Nymphadora."

Her smile instantly disappeared, replaced by a stormy expression,

"Harry, do not call me that ever again. Call me Tonks."

Gulping Harry realized this was definitively Mistress Tonks' daughter; that tone of voice was eerily similar to the one she used when calling him 'Mister Potter'. He quickly nodded his head before heading to one of the chairs, wincing as he lowered his sore bottom into it.

The stormy expression instantly faded from Nymphadora's face, replaced with one of concern,

"Are you injured Harry? I'm sure there are spells or salves over here that can help you."

Harry glanced at Mistress Tonks, seeing a clearly disapproving look in her eyes and quickly shook his head; his Mistress would not be pleased if he tried to get out of his punishment early.

"No thanks, it's fine, I just slipped slightly when cleaning the stairs at home."

He added a small smile, yet Nymphadora didn't seem impressed with his explanation at all, but she let it go. Merlin, she seemed as adept at looking through his white lies as her mother. Studying the girl Harry realized she had clearly inherited the body of her mother, full breasts lead down to a slim waist which was followed by wide hips. He was not surprised she seemed to be in good shape, Mistress Tonks often told him she wished to be in law enforcement once she graduated, spending a good part of her free time training.

Unlike her mother who always dressed with high class, Nymphadora chose to wear a pair of faded hip-hugging jeans combined with a startling violet tank top that clearly matched her hair and did nothing to hide her assets, which Harry realized he was quite openly admiring.

Seeing the smirk on her face at where his attention was, he quickly turned his head to Mistress Tonks, who seemed to have a thoughtful expression on her face when looking at the two of them.

Realizing a slightly blushing Harry was looking at her she snapped out of her thoughts and decided it was time to get them started on Harry's summer tutoring, she had one week to prepare him for his stay at Malfoy manor and would do her best to make sure he wasn't fooled into signing something stupid. Again. Feeling her temper rising she got to work, the boy had already been punished, crying over spilt milk would change nothing.

The only good news that came out of the contract was Andromeda's new occupation. As expected, when Dumbledore found about the contract he had been less than pleased, mumbling about Tom Riddle before having his people at the ministry look for every possible loop-hole into the blasted piece of paper. There were obviously none, Narcissa Malfoy employed the best solicitors money could buy; they did not make simple mistakes.

Seeing a golden opportunity Andromeda played the worried teacher, talking about how afraid she was her sister would corrupt the boy, especially after how close they had become. Dumbledore's eyes had lit up upon hearing that and after hearing Andromeda wish that if only there was 'some way she could help keep him away from dark influences during his stay in Hogwarts' he had promptly informed her that she was the new Muggle Studies teacher. This was killing two flies at once for Dumbledore; he had received multiple complaints about their Muggle Studies teacher, something about the teacher being a hundred years behind in things. She had proven impossible to replace though, as the only wizarding folk knowledgeable about the muggle world were half-bloods or muggle-born, and any attempts to replace a pureblood with anything 'lesser' was instantly met with uproar. Andromeda however was not only of Black ancestry; she was also intimately familiar with the muggle world.

To top it off it was no secret she was at odds with her sisters, making her an excellent counter-weight for the influence Mrs Malfoy might exert over the boy. Dumbledore did suspect she might have ulterior motives, but she was already close to the boy and supported the light, making her the best candidate he could think of, short of tracking down Remus Lupin. Having a light sided witch Harry could confide in at the castle could only be a good thing, even if he would have preferred to have someone closer to him fill that role, like the Weasley's.

That family however didn't know the meaning of the word subtle even if someone bashed them over the head with it, so it was merely an old man's folly.

Andromeda snapped back to the present and soon spent the next week tutoring Harry in the basics of magic and warning him repeatedly about the dangers of Narcissa Malfoy. She could not simply order him to not go, as the contract and the simple fact that Narcissa knew everything made any direct opposition political suicide.

Monday afternoon soon arrived, as did the fetching woman known as Narcissa Malfoy. Dressed in an elegant dark blue robe that seemed more like a formfitting cocktail dress than a wizarding robe, she walked up to Harry with her hips swaying. There was a split in the dress up one side, hinting at her black stocking clad legs every time she moved. Smiling a sultry smile she engulfed him in a hug, causing his face to turn bright red as she pressed him up against her soft bosom.

"Hello my little Harry, have you missed me?"

He was about to reply with the affirmative, what she did to him at the restaurant had been in his thoughts all week, but he hesitantly glanced at Mistress Tonks.

Seeing him falter and glance at Andromeda, Narcissa smiled even wider, they might have been telling stories about her, but she had gotten to him before that and had her hooks in him now.

"Don't worry about it; do you have your things?"

Seeing him nod she took out an elegant handkerchief bearing the Malfoy crest,

"Place your finger on this, this is a portkey and will transport us to Malfoy Manor. When you hit the ground bend your knees to absorb the impact."

Placing a hand around him she uttered the words "Play time" before they were whisked away in a brilliant spiral of flashing lights. Arriving at the manor grounds sooner than expected; Harry, as Narcissa expected, was caught off guard and stumbled to the ground.

Allowing herself to 'slip' with him she straddled his waist letting her full bosom rest against his chin. Sitting up she softly ground her dampening mound against his crotch, hearing him hiss as he instantly hardened.

Acting like it was all a coincidence she brushed a few strands of hair from her face, enjoying the feel of his arousal under her,

"Oh dear, I did warn you didn't I?"

"Y-yes you d-did Mistress Narcissa, I'm sorry."

She smiled a coy smile at how flustered the poor boy was, before softly grinding her mound against him again as she stood up and offered him a hand.

"Oh don't worry about it Harry, such things happen to everyone the first time"

She purred, sending a significant glance at his visible tent as she said the last words, seeing his face turn even redder as he attempted to conceal his arousal.

Harry watched in embarrassment as his Mistress called for a creature called a house-elf and had him unpack his things in a guestroom. He realized Mistress Tonks hadn't been joking when she said the Malfoy's were incredibly rich, the entire place was like a manor and his 'room' was the size of the entire upper floor of the Dursley's house. He caught the elf, Dobby it was called, staring at him occasionally, disturbed by the look it had, it seemed almost…reverent.

Mistress Tonks had told him so many stories about how 'evil' the Malfoy's were, yet Mistress Narcissa was extremely kind to him at all times. And extremely pretty, not that it had anything to do with his thinking of course.

As the evening approached she called him down to a small lounge room in the corner of the mansion, it had only a small coffee table, a soft looking beige sofa and a fireplace that had a fire roaring in it. She sat in the sofa and crossed her legs, showing off the pale skin of her thighs through the split in the robe.

Smiling a mischievous smile she patted the seat next to her,

"Come now Harry, let's relax and talk for a bit. You have no doubt been told all sort of terrible stories about me, yet you probably have realized not everything about it is true?"

Harry had to agree with that, this was far from the terrible woman he had heard about it, she was nothing like the stories.

Pouring herself a glass of white wine she handed one to Harry as well,

"It will help you relax dear, there's nothing wrong with enjoying a good glass of wine in good company."

Unsurely he took the wine, it had a fruity taste and he suspected she had picked a sweeter wine he might like. Who was he to argue against her hospitality though, he thought, as he sampled it again.

"If there's anything you don't want to talk about just tell me, I don't want to force you to talk about anything you don't want to."

She smiled encouragingly after her little speech, exposing a perfect line of pearly whites and Harry returned her smile, sipping the wine again and feeling himself relax. Honestly, they had to be mistaken about the woman.

They spoke softly about random things, Mrs Malfoy talking about the wizarding world and her time at Hogwarts, even mentioning James and Lily, spellbinding Harry with her intricate tales about their adventures. He laughed and relaxed and soon noticed Mistress Narcissa refill his glass, had he emptied it?

He didn't even notice.

As she handed him his second glass she caressed his hand,

"I really hope you didn't end up in trouble because of what you told me?"

He faltered, and she quickly continued,

"Oh no, I am so sorry. It wasn't really your fault now was it, I shouldn't have been snooping.

He tried to mumble that it wasn't a big deal, it was just a spanking, which made her continue, sounding genuinely distressed now,

"A spanking? Oh dear, my poor little Harry. Did you at least have your bum treated afterwards?"

"Umm, no? But it healed by itself I think." he replied, sounding unsure.

"By itself! You never had it checked up? What if there's scarring or bruising still there! I can't let this stand."

She sounded so concerned Harry couldn't think of a good excuse, his mind seemed slightly muddled from the wine as well, so when she told him she had to inspect the damage 'she had caused' and started removing his pants, he diligently helped her and allowed her to lay him down in her lap.

Narcissa felt a jolt in her groin as the half-naked boy laid across her lap, Merlin but she hadn't had this much fun in ages. She found it funny that Andromeda had no doubt spent the entire week drilling into the boy what a terrible woman she was, yet it was all for naught as she gently caressed the back of his bare legs. Dipping her hands between his thighs she rubbed the soft skin of his inner thighs before kneading his buttocks like dough. She felt him harden against her thigh as the tips of her fingers skimmed against his sack.

"Hmmm" she mumbled as she continued kneading his flesh, "looks like we got lucky this time, your skin looks just perfect" she purred as her hands spread his cheeks, playing with the tender flesh near his anus.

Leaning down she licked him across his lower back and whispered softly to him,

"Do you remember what we did last time Honey?"

She saw him nod quickly, his breath already sounding laboured as her hands continued their exploring, gently massaging his balls with the palm of her right hand,

"Would you like me to do it again?" she breathed out, her soft breath cooling the patch of saliva on his skin, sending shivers up his back.

"Yes please, Mistress Narcissa."

"Mmmm" Merlin, but she couldn't hold the moan in when those needy green eyes turned to her and called her Mistress.

Turning ninety degrees towards Harry in the sofa, she folded her feet under her thighs, leaving her in an almost kneeling position, after which she pulled his crotch flush to her waist, leaving him spread out in front of her, both his legs under her arms.

Harry was surprised at the strange position, it was almost like when he did push ups, except his legs were spread and his chest was lying on the sofa. He then felt a strange tickling feeling travel across his rectal cavity before he heard Mistress Narcissa's voice comfort him,

"Don't worry sweetie, it was just a cleaning spell."

Cleaning spell? What does she need a…he jumped as he felt soft lips kiss his bum, before his Mistress strong hands parted his cheeks and he felt the full lips landing kisses all over his tight butt. Soon he felt her mouth travel south to gently suck on his hairless ball sack, alternating between the testicles before her feather light kisses travelled up to his anus again. He felt a hot wet tongue play with his opening, causing him to clench around the wet muscle in surprise and letting a soft moan slip past his lips as it continued to insistently probe him, slowly slipping past his clenching defences. He felt a soft hand massage his shaft, pumping it up and down while the tongue probed him, his breath coming in deep pants.

He sighed in disappointment as the mouth moved away before clenching in surprise again as two slick fingers started working on the small puckered hole. With saliva covering his entire ring they easily glided into him, making him clench around them in rhythm with the hand pumping his cock. The two fingers started curling towards his balls, hitting a familiar spot inside of him, causing him to push his hips towards the fingers in pleasure. As his muscles relaxed around the intrusion he felt the same fingers start pumping into him, continuing the same curling motion, constantly rubbing against the same spot until he could no longer bear the pressure.

His orgasm hit him like a truck, and he clenched his butt around the long slim fingers that continued their work, while desperately humping the silky hand that also showed no signs of slowing down, milking him completely dry as he shuddered around the controlling hands. He slumped down on the sofa, completely exhausted and soon felt fingers playing with his lips. Reflexively he opened his mouth and sucked them dry, tasting something slightly salty.

Narcissa moaned as she watched the boy suck clean the hand that had been around his cock, Merlin but she was needy. Still, she had waited this long, so she could wait until tomorrow when she would finally use all her tools on him, granting her the sweet release she had waited more than a decade for.

She didn't want to scare him away too soon after all.

Chapter 13

Harry woke up momentarily confused, the large room and soft luxurious bed were foreign to him, until the memories of last night returned. He blushed bright red and felt himself harden as he remembered what Mistress Narcissa had done, Merlin but it had felt good. He couldn't remember how he made it back to his room but assumed she had moved him. Stretching he inspected his blue silk pyjamas; she had clearly clothed him before tucking him in, further confusing him why people kept insisting she was evil. He was growing convinced she was just misunderstood, she had been incredibly kind to him and the things she did to him felt amazing every single time.

The strange elf, Dobby, popped into his room, startling him before squeaking out that breakfast was served in the small dining room. Being allowed to sleep in and having breakfast served, Harry was definitively starting to enjoy his stay at Malfoy manor quite a bit.

After a bit of exploring he managed to find the small dining groom, about to greet Mistress Narcissa before his words died in his throat. She had let her long blonde hair loose, framing the pale face and pouting lips that were sampling her tea. Her body was barely covered with a small light green satin sleeping robe, ending mid-thigh and displaying a lot of cleavage, leaving little doubt she was nude underneath.

Spotting him she smiled sexily, clearly noticing his eyes roaming her body,

"Oh good morning Harry, I'm sorry about my casual state of dress, I merely enjoy sleeping in the nude and forgot we had guests."

Harry was starting to doubt if she really was as forgetful as she let him believe, her mischievous smile wasn't exactly lending credibility to her statement, but he surely wasn't about to complain. Trying to get his higher brain functions under control he addressed her,

"Good morning Mistress Narcissa, thank you for the pyjamas."

"Oh it's nothing; I quite enjoyed playing dress-up with you."

Again the mischievous smile, Merlin he was going to be walking funny the entire time he spent here. Harry didn't realize just how correct that statement was yet.

Once they were done with breakfast she pushed her chair back and crossed her legs, enjoying the way Harry's eyes were glued to hem of her robe that rode up tantalizingly close to her crotch. Clearing her throat to get his attention, smiling at his blush, she started laying out their schedule, ending with,

"Of course, most of the afternoon will be spent going over how a Lord behaves in the Wizengamot and what rights attaining Lordship grants you."

Seeing his surprised face she chuckled at him,

"You didn't really think we would spend these weeks only playing, did you? The contract requires I teach you and I am quite interested in keeping it active for many years to come."

He cleared his throat and avoided her gaze, especially at the way she had said 'playing', feeling his face heat up. He had indeed thought there would be little learning going on at the Manor.

The morning turned out to be quite interesting, she taught him to control the magic flowing into his wand, a skill that was required for casting votes inside the Wizengamot chamber. To her surprise he grasped the skill rather quickly, thanks to his larger than average reserves. He would start by overflowing the wand with magic before being able to detect the flow and tone it down; an ability she told him would greatly benefit him, especially when casting magic that allowed one to control the power of the spell.

Whereas certain spells required a set amount of magic, like a transfiguration needing a lump of power to transform from one thing into another, charms like the lumos light spell or the protego shield spell could be regulated through power input. Overpowering a transfiguration spell only lead to either the spell failing, often disastrously, or the magic being wasted in transition, as duration was specified while casting and had set parameters depending on the casters wishes.

After a quick lunch they moved to the afternoon material, which was possibly the most boring thing Harry had ever endured. Mistress Malfoy was a relentless taskmistress, drilling him on the importance of the different houses and ranks as well the importance of ancestry when it came to political power. She had him perfect the lordly bow followed by the customary kiss on the back of her hand, as well as quizzing him on what was and wasn't allowed by a Lord of his stature.

Even if the material was boring, it was very enlightening for Harry, the more material they covered, the more things kept showing on the 'allowed' list for a Lord, especially compared to a normal wizard, let alone a muggle-born. He was starting to realize he would wield quite a lot of political power in the wizarding world once he claimed his place as Lord Potter. Hearing the house elf inform them that dinner was served was the best news Harry had heard all day, happily following the shapely behind of Mistress Narcissa to the informal dining room. She had switched to a thin summer dress that covered little more than the sleeping robe and Harry wasn't sure if she had bothered with underwear.

Once they were seated he decided he needed to bring up another thing that had been bothering him,

"Ummm, Mistress Narcissa?"

"Yes sweetie?"

He faltered a bit before trying to compose his thoughts,

"Mistress Tonks has explained how uh, sex, works and I've been wondering if uh, what we did, what uh, you did, to my butt last night was... wrong?"

His voice died slightly at the end of his question, showing the hesitation he was feeling.

Narcissa however only smiled widely at him and softly reached over to caress the back of his hand,

"Aww have you been worrying all this time my little Harry? You should know you can always talk to me if you want to and there's absolutely nothing to worry about."

Squeezing his hand she continued,

"What you should be asking yourself is, did last night feel wrong?"

Harry considered it a bit before shaking his head no; it had felt amazing, not wrong. She smiled even wider and continued,

"See, that's what I mean, as long as it doesn't feel wrong there's nothing to worry about. Men are like women in that regard you know."

Seeing his confused face she continued,

"You know how a woman's clitoris is where she feels the most pleasure, yet there are many other things that can make a woman feel good, like playing with the rest of her pussy or playing with her feet as Andromeda likes?"

Harry nodded, he had been aware of these things for years, both Aunt Petunia and Mistress Tonks had taught him a lot about pleasing women, even if they used vastly different methods. Seeing him agree she continued,

"Men are also like that, whereas playing with your dick feels great didn't playing with your butt feel just as good?"

Harry nodded again, Mistress Narcissa made perfect sense; he wondered if that was how Mistress Tonks felt when he pleasured her feet.

"So do you still think what we're doing is wrong?"

She asked the question with a soft smile, making Harry smile in return and shake his head, how could something that felt so good be wrong, especially if it was his Mistress doing it. Once dinner was served she continued in a soft sensual voice,

"You know it's good you asked this now, I have plans for tonight that will bring us both a great deal of pleasure."

Seeing his clearly intrigued expression she merely chuckled and indicated the food,

"Later sweetling, you will love it, I promise."

Two hours after the meal, having given it time to settle, Narcissa had an house elf fetch the boy to her room. Harry soon walked on, spotting his mistress sitting on the huge bed and had trouble deciding where to place his eyes. She was wearing a skimpy baby blue satin teddy, hugging her hips and accentuating her full bust causing his blood to quickly pool towards his groin.

Narcissa patted the bed next to her, smiling pleasantly at the gob smacked expression he had. Merlin it felt good to have someone lust after her like that again. Once he was seated she deftly undid what seemed like a complex ward around her bedside table and reached a trembling hand into the shelf to grab what she had waited so long to use.

It had started soon after she had married Lucius Malfoy, or been married to Lucius Malfoy would be more correct. It was an arranged marriage by the Lords Malfoy and Black and neither she nor Lucius had much to say about it. Initially she had been pleased, Lucius was not bad looking and he was the heir of a powerful family, she could have done much worse. Her expression however fell once their wedding night arrived and Lucius seemed to have an equipment malfunction, something that would at first cause her insecurities about her femininity. That is until she caught him ramming one of the serving boys at the Winter Ball, putting her insecurities to rest and confirming her suspicions about his sexuality.

The pressure from both their parents to present an heir was steadily increasing as going public about his homosexuality was simply not an option, it would have shamed both their families among the pureblood community. In her desperation she turned to her sane sister, who much to her surprise humorously suggested visiting a muggle sex shop to perhaps help Lucius get in the mood to do the deed.

Nervously she had walked in, accepting the compliments on her 'goth style' from the shop owner with practiced grace, before staring in wonder at the row after row of various toys in every colour under the sun. She had wandered aimlessly around, studying the pictures and deciphering the uses of the various toys until she came to something that took her breath away. It was a harness formed like pair of black panties made out of straps, and in the front there was a pink shaft formed like a penis, sticking out obscenely. The picture showed an attractive young woman wearing the harness and buggering a kneeling man, in what looked like obvious rapture.

She didn't know how long she stood staring at the picture, as her panties moistened and her nipples hardened at the images her mind conjured, before grabbing it from the shelf and paying for it with glassy eyes.

Convincing Lucius to try it had been easy, his father had been threatening him with expulsion from the family if he didn't produce an heir soon and he was growing desperate. The first time Narcissa had worn the strap-on she had been amazed at the sensations flowing through her as she rammed her hips into the willing Lucius. Never before had anything turned her on as much as finally being the 'man' in the relationship and she would bugger Lucius with wild abandon whenever she had the chance. It would not last long though, as with Lucius turned on enough to perform he soon managed to spill his seed inside of her, leaving her with child, much to his and their parents' relief. No one saw the look of anguish pass over Narcissa's face as she was once again forced to live in a loveless marriage.

She had repressed and buried her lust and fantasies deep in her mind, expecting them to never be fulfilled, trying to forget she even had them. Until one fateful day early in the summer of 1991 when a beautiful young boy with brilliant green eyes had walked into her, lovingly calling her 'Mistress'.

The toy she pulled out of the bedside table was not a muggle toy, but a wizarding version of the same concept. Honestly, she should have expected there to be a wizarding equivalent of a sex shop, it was not like sexual desires were a concept unique to muggles. Not to mention wizards and witches had magic to help them along; giving them a considerable advantage in designing sex toys, something the muggle-borns had been quick to capitalize on.

The toy was formed like a penis without testicles, the shaft was slightly wider than four of her fingers pressed together and it was seven inches long. It felt exactly like skin which was no surprise, the permanent transfiguration had made such an achievement easy. What made it special however was the base of the toy, which was formed like an oval slanted suction cup, filled with a soft magic-infused jelly that seemed to cling to the toy.

Its purpose was simple, it could be placed on the pussy, the soft jelly spreading into every nook and cranny, leaving a hole in the shaft for urine and other fluids to flow through, before magic was channelled into it to make the jelly harden and the toy stick like it was an extension of the woman. Once the toy had aligned properly, the switching rune matrix inside the toy would activate, transferring all sensation from the shaft to her pussy, whereas the bulbous head transported the sensations directly to her clitoris.

She showed it to Harry with shaking hands, trying to control her breathing as her pussy moistened in anticipation.

"Sweetie, tonight I would love to use this on you instead of my fingers."

He reached over and grabbed it from her hands, turning it around hesitantly, it seemed a lot bigger than her fingers, how on earth would something like that fit?

"Umm, uh, would it hurt a lot?"

She smiled and hugged him tightly, letting her hands travel under his shirt to caress his back,

"No Harry, I would never do anything to hurt you."

He still seemed pretty intimated, handing the toy back to her,

"Do I have to?"

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek,

"No honey, I will never force you to do anything you don't want to do."

After a bit of hesitation she looked down at the floor, suddenly looking very vulnerable with a tear trickling down her cheek,

"I merely thought you might want to give me some pleasure in return as well, that is all."

Guilt suddenly flooded Harry, he realized she had never done anything to him without asking first and it had felt amazing every single time. He also realized he had never pleasured her like he would do for his Mistress, even though she took great care of him and even helped tutor him.

Narcissa let small crocodile tears leak through her eyes as she watched doubt hit the boy, he had clearly never seen a woman play 'damsel in distress' before. Merlin, but playing with him was so much fun and she had trouble controlling her smirk as he seemed to steel himself and softly agree to try the toy. She let her devious smirk transform into a genuine smile and hugged him close before kissing him softly on the lips.

Harry was surprised by the sudden kiss on the lips; he had barely agreed to use the toy when the impossibly soft lips of his Mistress danced all over his. She nibbled gently on his lips and he tried to reciprocate but felt himself hopelessly outmatched by her experience. Her hot tongue soon licked his lips and he hesitantly parted them, only to feel her practically plunder his mouth while grinding her hips against him. Any doubts he had about the toy evaporated as he grew to full hardness against her grinding hips while she continued to dominate his mouth. She moved her lips to his ear, leaving him panting as she started licking up and down the lobe, nibbling gently on the skin of his neck in between licks. Her soft breath sent shivers down his neck as she finally spoke,

"Mmm we are going to have so much fun sweetling."

As she moved back he had trouble staying upright, he was hard as a rock at the feel of her amazing body squirming all over his. His eyes were glued to the skimpy baby doll she was wearing, the hard nipples of her soft breasts clearly visible against the soft satin.

Her rasping voice snapped him out of his haze,

"Take your clothes off honey."

He practically threw them off, sighing in relief as he freed his constrained erection. She pushed him down towards the bed,

"Get on all fours and spread those lovely legs."

Hesitantly but too turned on to really care he climbed up on the bed, resting his elbows and upper body on the soft sheets of the luxurious bed, while keeping his butt in the air, legs spread wide for his Mistress.

Narcissa moaned softly as she attached the toy to her pussy, the soft jelly conforming to her curves before a small shock of magic ran through her as it hardened and bound her to it. Gently she ran her fingers up the artificial shaft, enjoying the tingles of pleasure that were broadcasted through. She was dripping wet and her secretions started slowly working their way through the hollow shaft, providing her own lubrication as she saw a drop of fluid slip down the tip. Throwing the quick familiar cleansing charm at the waiting boy, she threw aside both her wand and the satin teddy, enjoying the cool air on her hardened nipples.

Harry felt the weight of the bed shift as his Mistress climbed up behind him and felt himself tense in expectation. His mistress had clearly anticipated this as he soon felt soft hands working on his lower back and caressing his buttocks.

"Now, now, honey, no need to be so nervous for little old me, you are going to love this." She purred.

He heard a soft moan before two wet fingers started playing with his rosebud, the other hand continuing the soft massage, trying to relax him. Breathing in he felt himself loosen slightly before the fingers slipped in, causing both of them to gasp, one in surprise and the other in pleasure. Harry felt himself clench around the invading fingers before the soft sawing motion and lubrication forced him to relax again. Her silky left hand kept toying with his balls as her right would swipe the lubrication from the tip of her toy and work it into his tight passage.

Panting heavily and loving the feel of the tight muscle gripping her digits, Narcissa moved herself right behind Harry, slowly extracting her hand and enjoying the sigh of disappointment from the boy.

"Mmm you are loving this aren't you, you dirty little boy." She panted out as she moved her sensitive groin towards his submissive bottom. Gently she angled the sensitive soaked tip against his anus, moaning when he clenched against the foreign intrusion. Softly she increased the pressure, staring in fascination as the muscle slowly expanded, accepting the bulbous head.

She suddenly slipped past the ring and moaned in pleasure as she felt it clench around her, feeling like her entire clit had just been engulfed in heat. She heard the boy hiss in surprise and felt herself get even wetter at her dominating position, and started slowly pushing the leaking shaft into his opening. Slowly sawing it back and forth she moaned at the delicious friction as well as greatly appreciating the increased lubrication that was flowing into him.

After a minute of her panting in pleasure and the boy gasping at the foreign intrusion she felt her smooth skin touch against his butt, feeling herself bottom out in the delicious heat. She leaned over his back, dragging her hard nipples across his back and nipping at his neck,

"Mmm you filthy little boy, I can feel you clenching around me, you're loving every minute aren't you."

She moved her hand around him and softly gripped his hard erection, playing with the tip as she gyrated her hips, hearing him gasp and hiss.

"Yesss, you want to moan for your Mistress don't you?"

She grabbed him by the hips and slowly pulled out until the tip was barely in, stopping for a second before pushing herself back into him in one smooth motion, this time getting an audible moan from the boy. Slowly she started pumping into him, using deep strokes and causing audible slaps to echo in the bedroom as she bottomed out each time.

"You belong to me don't you honey? I want to hear it!"

"Uhhh yeessss Mistress" He gasped out, trying desperately to control his breathing as the bulbous head of the toy kept rubbing against his prostate, causing incredible waves of pleasure to cascade through his hips. His attempts to touch his cock to relieve the pressure had been stopped by Mistress Narcissa locking his hands behind his back, leaving him helpless as she relentlessly slammed into him. He felt her breasts rub against his back and her hot breath against his neck as she panted, never letting the toy stop its motion.

She was humming through shallow breaths, loving the way the toy transferred every sensation to her sensitive pussy, constantly providing more lubrication for her pumping. The boy had submitted to her completely, moving in to meet her hips and letting adorable little gasps out every time she bottomed into him. She reached a hand around to play with his shaft and found wetness, turning her on further as she realized she was slowly milking him. She had his arms locked in her left hand, he seemed desperate to come but she wasn't allowing it, letting her fantasies roam free for the first time in over a decade.

"Please Mistress Narcissa"

He moaned, spreading his legs wider and trying, in a needy bid for release; hump his erection against the silky sheets. She gave him no rest though and followed him down, straddling his smooth butt and starting to drive him into the mattress while licking at his neck, loving the absolute submission as he begged and pleaded for release while she gave him none. The wet slaps echoed in the room as Narcissa played with her toy, nibbling at his neck, teasing his erection when she pleased and altering the pace when he seemed to adapt to it, constantly keeping him on edge.

Feeling herself get close she reached under his arms and lifted him into a upright kneeling position, using her left arm to hold the almost limp boy against her heaving breasts. The new angle caused even more pressure on Harry's prostate, causing another dribble of fluid to leak out through his inflamed erection, before he felt Mistress Narcissas silky hand finally engulf it and start to vigorously pump it as she herself panted against his neck, never letting her hips stop their motion.

"Ohhhhhhh thank you Mistress"

Finally feeling something touch his cock Harry exploded into orgasm, his butt desperately clenching around the toy still sawing into him, sending Narcissa over the edge as she felt the boy tighten and shudder around her. Her hips bucked wildly and her muscles spasmed as the incredible sensations of release coursed through her veins. She continued pumping his cock, loving the way he moaned and shuddered around the toy, paying no heed to the fact that he was probably oversensitive by now.

Finally feeling her overwhelming orgasm subside she slipped out of him with a wet slurp, loving the fact that she had left her own wetness inside of him, marking him as hers. She wiped the sweat off her brow and silently released the magic binding the strap-on to her pussy, sighing in relief as the cool air came in contact with her sopping pussy. She briefly considered asking the boy to clean her slit with that delightful tongue she had heard about, he would most likely do anything she asked right now, but decided against it as he seemed to have fallen asleep already, his red bottom proudly on display for her.

Smiling happily she leaned over and kissed the red bite marks she had left on the now almost comatose boy,

"Always time for that another day isn't there sweetie. We are going to have so much fun, aren't we. Sweet dreams."

Curling up next to the Potter child she pulled up the sheet to cover them both and fell into blissful sleep for the first time in many years.

Chapter 14

Harry slowly woke up to the new feeling of being warm and content. Opening his eyes he realized Mistress Narcissa had cradled his head to her bosom, her impressive soft pale breasts pressing against his cheek. It felt comforting to be held and the beautiful sight that greeted him made him want to experience this in the future.

Unable to resist the temptation of the nipple lying right in front of his face, he gave it a gentle kiss hoping not to alert his Mistress. He stiffened when he heard her chuckle softly,

"My, my, what a naughty boy you are, still feeling so frisky after everything we did yesterday."

Rubbing his shoulders and neck she pressed his face back towards her breasts, murmuring softly,

"Now honey, you aren't going to stop like that are you? Arouse me like that and not continue?"

Harry watched fascinated how her nipples hardened under his gaze, before leaning in and softly sucking on her left breast. She moaned and continued to run her hands up his back, enjoying the way he would suck and tease her nipple.

"Such a talented boy, will you show your Mistress what else you can do?"

He released her wet nipple and looked at her in question before she rolled them over so that she was straddling him. Running her hands down his chest she started grinding her wet pussy against his morning erection, purring softly,

"I have heard such amazing stories about your talented mouth, will you show your kind Mistress what an amazing boy you are?"

Harry gasped at the feeling of the warm flesh rubbing against his cock before looking into her clear blue eyes and nodding,

"Yes Mistress Narcissa."

"Mmmmm" She smiled seductively as she moved her knees forward, dragging her arousal across his abdomen up to his chin. Placing her knees on both sides of his head she moved his hands to her pert butt before lowering her pussy towards his mouth.

Harry stared at his gorgeous Mistress as she lowered herself on him, her folds were smooth but she had a light patch of soft silvery blonde hair covering the top of her slit, something which would have once again brought up the rumours of Veela ancestry in the Black family had someone seen it. There was a slight wetness covering her inner lips, glinting in the morning light and without further ado, Harry ran the flat of his tongue over her slit, sending small shivers through his Mistress. Having grown used to the taste of women he found she tasted slightly sweeter, no doubt because of her love of fruit over heavier meals.

Narcissa moaned as she felt his talented tongue start exploring her, Merlin but this was a nice way to wake up. Leaning forward she sat her pussy down over his mouth, enjoying the feel of the wet appendage rubbing against her inner walls. She smiled happily at him as he swallowed regularly, keeping the sheets spotless, he was such an attentive boy. Using her left hand to play with her nipples she sent the right one down to spread her lips, exposing her engorged clit and directing it to his mouth. She moaned as he instantly latched on, using his lips and tongue to softly jerk it, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing up her spine.

It soon became too much for her and she shuddered in orgasm on top off him, feeling his tongue relentlessly rub her clit, prolonging the orgasm. When she stopped shaking she enjoyed how he switched back to her wet hole, diligently cleaning her out. Ecstatic at the sensation she ground her crotch against his lapping mouth, moaning softly,

"Yesss, keep your loving Mistress clean, such a good boy."

Her oversensitivity soon overwhelmed her and she stepped off the eager mouth, giving him a soft kiss on the lips in gratitude for his thorough job.

Kneeling next to him she started dragging the tips of her fingers up and down his erection, liking the way he tried to lean into her touch. She allowed him no more than feather light arousing touches, soon frustrating him to the point that he wanted to take matters into his own hands. Narcissa sharply slapped the hands away, grinning like a shark.

"Now, now my little Harry, is that how you'd treat your Mistress after she gave you so much pleasure yesterday? Didn't I tell you only I would be allowed to touch your cock while you were under my roof?"

His gobsmacked face made her chuckle softly, while still continuing her torturous motion, keeping him close to bursting but never allowing it.

"Please Mistress Narcissa, I really want to come."

She smiled and gave him another light kiss,

"Mmm of course you do my little pet, but I haven't allowed it have I? I think you got far too spoiled last night, I heard you moan out what a great Mistress I was, didn't I?"

He flushed bright red and she smiled even wider, before stopping her motion and standing up.

"Well now, time to get the day started, can't dawdle in bed all day."

He stared at her with a shocked expression but she gave him no indication of noticing,

"Hop into the shower and get dressed, you are not to relieve yourself while in there or I will be most displeased."

Hearing no answer she snapped out,

"Do you understand me Harry?"

"Yes Mistress" he grumbled, trudging into the shower with his erection waving in front of him.

Just before he closed the door to the shower she leaned in, still stark naked and rubbed herself against his front before licking his ear and purring,

"Maybe if you're a good boy today and show me how well you can beg tonight, I will let you come for me my pretty."

Harry growled in frustration as he stared after the shapely pale ass of Mistress Narcissa as she closed the shower door behind her. Merlin but he wanted to touch himself, yet he knew that she would somehow know and had to force himself to abstain. Turning the shower on the coldest he could stand he got ready for the long day.

Long day didn't even begin to describe it, Mistress Narcissa taught the same subjects as the day before, starting with control over his inner magic and following it up with Wizengamot lessons, yet today she was entirely different. The short tight robe would ride up her back when she picked things up, constantly giving Harry ample evidence over her lack of underwear. When she pointed out things in the books her cleavage was practically in his face, the thin fabric barely concealing her pink areola. She would 'accidentally' brush against his groin and just happen to press her soft breasts against his back as she instructed him on the different wand motions. Harry was hard as a rock the entire day, constantly being teased with the light gestures and the flirty smile she wore, knowing that she was driving him insane. His only bright spot seemed to be how his magic reacted to his arousal, flooding his veins with more power than he had felt before, making the basic charms she was showing him easy to master. There were a handful of charms allowed in the Wizengamot chamber, like the cleaning, silencing and sound amplifying ones, often used when either discussing things in private or wanting the entire chamber to hear. Even Mistress Narcissa had seemed surprised at the ease he was picking things up, before cheerfully commenting on how it 'left more time to play'.

When dinner was finally served she ate slowly, erotically moaning as she carefully savoured every dish with her tongue, leaving Harry staring at her in an entirely different kind of hunger. Even her voice was pure sexuality and Harry was shamelessly staring at her pale heaving chest, not bothering to hide his need.

"Mmm that was a great dinner; I do love something tasty to fill me up after a long day."

The coy smile she wore only served to inflame him further, but he knew she was trying to bait him into doing something and remained seated. She looked at his stillness in approval, before standing up with a cat-like grace,

"Well, perhaps we should retreat to my bedroom and see what fun we can come up with, don't you think honey?"

"Yes Mistress!"

He didn't bother hiding his eagerness; the constant tenting of his pants throughout the day left any subtlety pointless. He enjoyed the graceful swaying of her hips as he followed her into the room, before she suddenly turned around and pointed at the bed.

"Naked and on the bed now."

Not a command he was about to contest right now, or probably ever, he responded with a "Yes Mistress" that was half muffled by his shirt as he pulled it over his head. Once fully naked a now equally unclothed Narcissa patted the bed next to her, engulfing him in an embrace as he sat down. She pushed him down on the bed, straddling him and letting his cock poke at her heated groin.

She dominated his mouth, enjoying the slight improvement of the boy's technique; no doubt gained during the short time he had been her guest, before softly starting to rub her hips against his hardness. Enough to keep him at full mast but not enough to release it.

"Are you feeling needy my pet?" She purred into his ear.

"Yes Mistress"

"Do you want to come for your Mistress honey?"

"Yes Mistress!"

"But why should I help you in such a dirty task, hmmm?" The teasing quality of her voice and the continued rubbing let Harry know that she wanted something and he was desperately trying to figure it out.

"Because I have been a good boy today Mistress!"

"Mmm yes you have, but that isn't enough my pet."

She nipped softly at his neck for a bit before continuing,

"I might be willing to please you if I could use my toy on you again, would you like that?"

Her impossibly soft pussy lips were still rubbing against his cock that was squeezed flat against his stomach, engulfing the underside in a slick heat. Merlin but he wanted release so badly.

"Yes Mistress."

"What's that sweetie; do you want me to use my toy on your tight little butt?" She whispered, her hips never stopping their soft teasing motion.

"Yes Mistress!"

"Do you want me to fuck your ass roughly with my cock, pet?"

No longer able to resist, he moaned out a last pitiful "Yes Mistress", making Narcissa reward him with another deep kiss before reaching for his arms, pinning them under his back and locking them with a pair of simple leather handcuffs. She snapped off a quick cleansing spell at his butt before she leaned back and admired her handiwork, smiling at the way he lay panting on the soft bed, the tied hands easily sinking into the mattress and providing him with no real discomfort, merely immobilization.

She reached into her bedside table and grabbed her favourite toy, before attaching it with practiced hands, sighing in pleasure as the switching matrix activated. Narcissa climbed back on the bed, purring at the boy who was panting deeply, trying to figure out what just happened. Placing herself between his feet she slipped her hands under his legs and lifted his ankles up to her shoulders, leaving him completely spread eagle and helpless in front of her.

She leaned forward, forcing his legs to bend to the point that they were resting on both sides of his head and started dominating his mouth again, nibbling at the lips and sucking on his tongue, while her left hand gathered moisture from the tip of her toy and started working two slender fingers into his tight anus. Her hard nipples were rubbing across his chest and she loved the way he moaned in surprise as her fingers slipped in past the tight ring. Starting a soft sawing motion that would reach up to his prostate, tease it gently and then slip back out, she smiled into his green needy eyes,

"You love that don't you pet, you want me to fuck you, to make that naughty cock of yours come?"

"Yes Mistress" he whispered, feeling utterly helpless as the pleasurable sensations coursed through him. His legs were locked across his Mistress shoulders and his arms were pressed under his back, bound tightly by the leather handcuffs, leaving him no options to move.

Slipping her fingers out she placed the round bulbous head of the long toy at his rosebud, pushing slightly but not enough to slip in. Narcissa leaned in close to his face, and caressed his cheek, leaving small kisses all over his lips and nose, before smiling softly at him.

"Ask for it pet, beg for it."

"Please Mistress."

"Please what, pet?"

"Please.. please fuck me Mistress."

"Fuck you with what pet? My big cock?" She asked, rubbing the toy around his opening, her wetness easily lubricating him.

"Yes Mistress."

She continued playing with his anus but still didn't push in, leaving Harry entirely at her mercy.

"I want to hear it pet."

"Please…uh, please fuck me with your big cock Mistress!"

"Mmmm, good boy, when you ask so nicely you'll have to be rewarded."

She pushed in, slipping past the tight ring, causing two simultaneous moans to sound in the room, before increasing the pressure and bottoming out in him. He was panting deeply, trying to adjust the pressure but she gave him no heed, starting the rhythmical pumping of her hips, pistoning into the spread-eagled boy on the bed.

Harry couldn't help the soft moans that slipped out through his lips, after being kept on edge ever since the morning the toy felt incredible. His butt was on fire and every time the bulbous head rubbed against his prostate he felt sparks of electricity spread through his groin. He felt something leak out of his erection, being pushed out in sync with the toy pressing on his prostate, and he couldn't help simply enjoying the overwhelming sensation.

Mistress Narcissa looked fantastic leaning over him, the large pale breasts swaying in pace with her thrusts, the blue eyes hazed with lust as the lips were slightly parted to make way for her soft moans. Her skin was glistening with perspiration in the candlelight, trying to glue strands of her silvery blond hair to her body. It was the hottest thing Harry had ever seen.

She started rolling her hips, causing entirely new sensations to run through him before soft hand engulfed his cock, starting to stroke it with an ever increasing pace. Mistress Narcissa leant even further forward, forcing his legs to his ears and started vigorously pumping into him, wet slaps echoing in the bedroom. The combined pleasure was overwhelming and Harry felt himself come loudly, emptying his now much larger load into the silky grasp of his Mistress.

As the boy came under her, exactly when she wanted, when she had decided he would, Narcissa felt a huge spike of pleasure and came explosively, humping the boy at her mercy as she rode out her orgasm. Feeling the waves of pleasure abate she didn't bother pulling out of him, merely leaned forward and kissed him again, watching as her sweat dripped on him and enjoying the way his muscles would still occasionally clench around the toy.

"My lovely naughty pet loved that, didn't he."

He smiled an exhausted smile but nodded, finally getting to come had felt great. She continued to fuck him slowly, enjoying the feeling of slowly sliding in him.

"You have impressed me quite a bit Harry, not just with your talents in bed but with your magic. I do not know of anyone who has grasped the charms we did earlier as quickly as you did."

He nodded happily, trying to contain the soft sigh; the motion of the large toy was making him hard again.

"Did you know Harry, that when you claim your Potter Lordship there's a possibility you will be able to claim other titles?"

He looked up in surprise; this was news to him,

"No, uhh, Mistress, I didn't." Couldn't she at least stop moving if she wanted to talk to him, he was completely hard again and his prostate felt even more sensitive now, being softly grazed at by the toy.

"Yes, imagine my surprise when I found out through my Ministry contacts that there's quite a high possibility you will be able to claim the Black Lordship."

Seeing his stunned look she continued,

"Do you know that as Lord Black you have a lot of power over former members of the Black family, especially those who were bound by marriage contracts issued by the former Lord Black?"

Harry nodded; Mistress Andromeda had taught him a lot about the contracts thinking he might receive quite a few as the Lord Potter.

Noticing Harry was hard again she slipped her hand down to rub it, smiling softly at him,

"Did you know that I am a woman trapped by a Black marriage contract? Imagine if a man that would be willing to help little me became Lord Black?" She murmured, continuing her soft motions.

Harry looked deep into her blue eyes and softly whispered,

"I would help you Mistress Narcissa."

She smiled widely, kissing him on the lips again, speeding up her hand causing him to pant.

"Mmm such a good boy, I knew I could count on you. Perhaps in a few years we will be living under the same roof, doing Merlin knows what under the sheets."

Her deft hand was too much and he came into her soft hand again, watching in fascination as she licked it clean, still wearing the wide smile. She undid the cuffs behind his back and slipped out of him, gasping at the cool air touching the toy.

As she removed it from her pussy she looked at the exhausted boy in contemplation, he had such incredible potential. The way he picked up magic seemed ridiculous at times, often completing spells on the first attempt, making it increasingly hard for her to downplay it as simply 'outstanding' instead of 'incredible'. His status as the Boy-Who-Lived gave him instant political power as well as a powerful presence in the media, should he wield it correctly. The Potter Lordship alone would gain him heavy support from the light, but should he actually receive the Black Lordship his influence would skyrocket.

The first Potter to rule over the entire Black household, the neutrals could easily be swayed to follow him and even the dark would be hesitant to oppose the House of Black. Merlin, but they had followed the call of the House of Black for hundreds of years; half of them probably had stipulations that prevented them from opposing the house.

Not to mention the fact that should he become Lord Black he could most likely annul or buy out her contract, leaving her completely at his mercy. She felt a flash of heat in her groin at that thought, the idea might need some exploring when he got older.

No; she would groom the young Potter and she would groom him well, having his loyalty would benefit her greatly regardless of the outcome.

A/N Decided to post this instalment earlier than planned so could put this message out;

If any of my readers have copies of any fics that were taken down I would appreciate it iif you sent them to me so I can reupload them for all to enjoy, also I have a PDF of the original Know Your Place I can email out if its deleted again.

One of my readers requested 'Welcome to Hell' by Aunt Bella if anyone has a copy of this work or knows where I could locate it please message me or say so in a review or even email me, my email can be found on my fanfiction profile and has been given out in a few fics, if there is any issues I can provide another form to receive such info.

Chapter 8: 1511 Words
Chapter 9: 2122 Words
Chapter 10: 2664 Words
Chapter 11: 3404 Words
Chapter 12: 2910 Words
Chapter 13: 4103 Words
Chapter 14: 3246 Words
Segement Total: 20,431