Muggles would talk about stages of grief. That when someone died, a person would feel different emotions, one at a time, before finally accepting what had transpired.
When Astoria lost her husband, she simplified the process to three short steps. Sadness, anger, and then defeat. Was this supposed to be the acceptance the Muggles talked about? That this sense of loss and hopelessness was supposed to be the end goal?
Draco Malfoy, her husband, was dead, and if he was not dead, he was as good as dead to her. He wasn't even her husband anymore. After he got himself imprisoned for his crimes against Potter and the Ministry of Magic, she was left to pick up the pieces of their lives together.
The young man had ruined her life. He had taken it in his hands and dropped it, letting it shatter like it was a clay vase. She was heartbroken by the pain, and then angry, furious, before she simply accepted it.
She felt the same series of sensations now. Draco had escaped, and when she heard that, part of her was scared. Would he have blame her for his imprisonment? Would he come to her seeking retribution?
Astoria may never know considering Draco apparently died during the hunt for him. He was gone now, and she was left feeling the same three things.
Sadness for a life that could have been, rage at the man Draco was, before a quiet acceptance.
She was going to die, and soon too, she feared.
Her bloodcurse was still coursing through her veins. She was going to die, and what was she doing to stop the process?
She was laying on a beach, working on her tan. It seemed almost comical to care about physical appearances when death seemed inevitable, and quickly approaching. She knew she was going to die, yet she still cared enough about herself to keep her curves and hourglass figure.
Astoria laid on her towel, her face shielded by the parasol above her. The beach was quiet, a pleasant surprise for her as she felt the warm sun falling down on her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as she moved her body lower down the towel.
The sun bathed her in its light as the small, black bikini covered her. She considered her top for a moment, knowing that if she wasn't careful, she would have an uneven tan on her body. She sighed, before she sat up.
Astoria undid the knot behind her back, before she dropped her bikini down by her side. She laid back down, letting the sun coat her breasts in the warm rays. She laid there for quite a long time, almost drifting into a blissful sleep as the minutes ticked by.
She wanted to simply enjoy this. Simple pleasure. Naked bliss. She always hated clothing. The cloth was restraining, confining, almost choking for the young woman. She despised it, even if Draco would constantly remind her about society's view on nudity.
To her, the rest of the world was just prudish and weak. Of course, who was she to call anyone weak considering her imminent death…? She was fragile, as Draco would constantly remind her.
Astoria felt the weight of her past weighing on her, the words that Draco would spit at her in his weaker moment burned like venom in her veins when a voice finally called out to her. She came out of her stupor, turning her head to find a familiar face approaching her.
Part of her was surprised to see anyone else on this beach. The rest of her wasn't surprised at all to find it was James approaching her, a smile on his face as his eyes stared at her naked body. Rather than blush and show weakness, Astoria sat up and met his gaze with her own.
She didn't cover herself or try to hide away from his stare. She showed grace and dignity, though she was certainly surprised to see his eyes weren't staring at her naked figure. His gaze was locked on hers.
Not even her own husband could muster up the will power to stare into her eyes like this. There were plenty of nights where they would go to sleep side to side, him in his pajamas, and her naked as the day she was born.
He would ogle her, and grope at her body, and she would smack his hands away almost every time. The rest of the time, she'd let him play with her. He'd fuck her, but it wasn't anything like she would imagine in her youth.
Sex with Draco was cold and uncomfortable, much like their marriage. Draco would have his best, and he would black out beside her. She would soon follow.
"How are you, Astoria?" he greeted, and the young woman was plucked out of her memories.
"James. It's been a long time," she commented. "Strange of you to just show up. Have you been stalking me?" she inquired, raising her brow at the young man.
"Nothing so dark. I've just been looking for you. I actually came to talk to you about Draco. See how you have been doing."
Astoria had seen this sort of tale many times before. Those who lost their significant others would often receive the same worn out lines from everyone else. 'I'm sorry for your loss,' 'They're in a better place now,' etc, etc.
But she rarely heard such things about Draco. After all, the young man made many enemies in his life. Few people, if anyone, would defend him or call his death a loss.
"Came to offer your condolences?" Astoria sighed.
"No. Just came to see how you were doing. Draco was a parasite, and it's good he's been removed, but everyone should have someone by their side after 'surgery,'" he commented.
Astoria made a quiet grunt. Was he a parasite? She wasn't sure. Perhaps a burden, but a parasite? He was kind enough to marry someone as unwanted as her, but… Still…
"So it was just me you came for?"
"Yes. No one should be alone, if you ask me. Least of all lovely ladies like you," he commented, moving to sit down beside her. She smiled, admiring his bluntness and the sheer balls to sit beside a naked woman without hesitation.
His eyes were still on hers, and she couldn't help but smile a bit. He still hadn't looked at her bare breasts. Impressive.
Astoria lifted up her hands, brushing them against her nipples. She tried to draw his eyes to them, her smile growing ever so slightly as her hands brushed against her tits. He still didn't look.
"Well, aren't you the hero," she commented.
"I don't consider myself a hero, but I'm also not that bad of a guy. I just like playing by my own rules."
"Hmm. I feel as though Malfoy thought the same of himself."
"That's probably true. The difference is, I have the stuff to back it up." He leaned closer, and Astoria blinked, actually feeling some warmth touch her cheeks.
"What… What do you want, James?" Astoria repeated, staring at the taller man as he leaned close to her. He let out a warm breath, and Astoria felt a tingle running down her spine as she smelled his breath.
It wasn't just warm, it was hot. Like a dragon, but it didn't smell of brimstone. It smelled almost sweet, perhaps a bit savory…
"I want you, Astoria." His hand fell onto her thigh, gently stroking her bare skin as his eyes continued to stare into her eyes. "Malfoy never deserved you, you know. I'm sorry he took you from the rest of the world. Imprisoned you like some kind of fairy tale princess."
"James, I… What are you…?"
"If it were me, I would have treated you like a queen."
"I…" She watched him lean closer, his eyes still open, as if he was daring her to look away. She didn't as his lips nearly touched hers, stopping just inches apart. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his muscles through the thin fabric of his clothes.
She pushed him back, or rather, she tried to. He was too strong for her, and any inches she could actually earn were given to her out of pity.
"What are you doing, James? You… you shouldn't-"
"Why not? Because of your blood curse?" he asked, and Astoria nibbled on her lower lip. She bit down, nearly hard enough to draw blood as she began to lose herself to his eyes. There was something about them, something deep, almost hungry.
What was happening to her? Was she really this lonely after Draco vanished? It was true that there weren't exactly many men who wanted Malfoy's 'sloppy seconds.' She was lonely, with no one to show her warmth or love, not even her so called family.
When was the last time she touched herself? Weeks? Months? She wasn't even sure as she continued to stare into James' eyes, slowly leaning closer to him. She lost what little space she had made when she pushed him away, and now she felt his hands on her.
One on her thigh, stroking her leg as the other hand played with her hair, brushing at it. Her lips parted as James grinned.
"So many people treat you like a burden, or worse, like glass. I won't."
"I… I might not have long," she muttered, and he chuckled, laughing at her… Like she was some kind of foolish bimbo before him.
"Then don't you want to enjoy what time you have… together? Feeding your hedonism, enjoying all life had to offer? Ignoring what other people tell you is right or wrong. Let yourself decide."
He kissed her, and Astoria didn't stop him as her hand stroked his chest. It slid down, slipping under his shirt to better feel his bare skin. Her other hand joined it, both stroking his body as his tongue slipped into her mouth.
James didn't kiss her like Draco did. It was hard to describe the difference, mostly because it had been so long since she had kissed her husband. That, and the more Astoria enjoyed James' lips, the harder it was to think about anything.
His tongue brushed against her sealed lips, and she opened them again, letting him enter her. She moaned quietly as his tongue explored her mouth, taking things slow as her eyes fell shut. She had no idea his eyes were still open, still staring at her as she slowly gave in to the sensation.
Her hands slipped out from under his shirt, wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. This was the first real contact she had in so long, skin on skin, the body heat of another person… It drove her wild as her tongue slowly rose up to meet his.
Their tongues touched, before he licked the inside of her cheek, before rubbing against her teeth. His tongue filled her mouth until she found it hard to breathe, and without warning, she began to pull away.
The kiss ended with a pop, quicker than most first kisses James shared with women. Astoria was panting, shaking slightly as her eyes stared at the sandy towel below them. She eyed her own breasts, noticing how hard her nipples were as a hand gently stroked her head.
"When was the last time someone made love to you, Astoria?"
"I… I…"
"Too long, I see."
Her face felt so hot. It was burning up as she felt her body sway slightly. She could taste James' saliva in her mouth. It was like alcohol, intoxicating and making her mind… mushy. She giggled, unsure of what else to do as she brushed her hair from her eyes and looked at him again.
He was still staring at her face, and part of her felt disappointed at that. She placed her hands on her breasts, lifting them slightly, trying to make them bounce to draw his eyes to them.
"James, are… are you sure? I-I mean-" Her confidence was gone. Her pride was crippled. She felt like a child sharing her first kiss with her crush. It was a wonderful feeling compared to cold life she had been living for so long.
James' hand continued to stroke her thigh as they stared into each other's eyes, and the young man grinned.
"I am. I can give you pleasure, Astoria, and all I want is to be with you in return. To give you a piece of my heart." Like he had so many other women before her.
His words were a poison to Astoria's mind. It infected her, tainting her with a new addiction as she licked her lips.
"What do I need to do?" she asked, already so eager to give herself to him.
"Meet me at this location. Wear something nice." He held up his fingers, and in a green flame, a note appeared between them. He held his hand out to her, and Astoria's fingers trembled as she pulled away from his skin.
She gulped, swallowing down spit to wet her dry throat. Her fingers held the paper, and he released his grip on it. Then he stood up and walked away, leaving Astoria with a hunger for more. Her pussy was wet from just the kiss alone, dripping onto her towel as she watched the man walk away.
Questions raced through her mind. She knew James had done something to her. Twisted her mind to fit his game, but… but did she really? What if this was just the natural need of someone as lonely as her?
Would she let her fear and this curse control her life? Kill her before it ever stopped her heart? She licked her lips, still tasting James' tongue as she made her choice.
She would need to go shopping immediately. She wanted to impress James, and see what else he could show her about being alive...
Narcissa dragged the lipstick against her lips, moaning quietly as she felt the tube paint her plump, kissable lips. She smiled, admiring herself in the mirror, before she went to her closet. Her typical style of clothing was a bit too archaic by modern standards, so she had gone on a shopping spree recently to fix that.
After the death of her husband and her son, Narcissa honestly thought that she was at the end of her rope. She was past her prime, and she was fated to be forgotten by the rest of the world as a wretch or a withered, old hag.
And then he came into her life.
James found her while she was out reading a book at one of her favorite cafes. She tried to appear poise and beautiful, but she couldn't stop thinking about the grey hairs in her long locks, or the subtle hint of wrinkles on her skin, or some other sign of her old age.
Then her son's classmate greeted her, speaking to her as casually as if they really were old friends. Or old flames.
The young man talked to her about all her favorite things. The arts, the culture, and the purity of the Wizarding World. He listened to her more than her husband ever did, and then he uttered such sweet honey in reply to her.
It was amazing just talking to him, noticing the way his eyes would glance at her body when he thought she wasn't looking.
Narcissa came to her closet, opening it with a smile as she looked at the clothes she had bought recently. She would no longer wear clothes fitting for a grandmother. No, she was stepping into the modern world, and she pulled out a risque dress that would probably show off her figure.
It was true that Narcissa was older than many beautiful women in the world, but that did not mean she was not beautiful. Anyone who looked at her would realize that simple fact.
Narcissa was a shapely woman, her body carved into a perfect hourglass shape. She carried large, full breasts on her chest that had only just begun to barely sag. They were larger, plumper, and even perkier than most women half her age.
The older woman placed the dress on her bed, before her hands pulled her undergarments off. She could feel her heart pounding, so very eager to enjoy the night and all it had in store for her. She was so excited for her date tonight. James had actually asked her out despite the difference in age, and she intended on enjoying her time with the young stud.
She examined herself, admiring her own wide hips and thin, flat stomach. She stroked her own skin, admiring how it gleamed after her recent shower. So soft, so perfect, just like her. She moved her hands down to her ass, smiling as she gave herself a pinch, before she spanked one of her own perky cheeks.
The way it bounced and jiggled filled her with pride. She slid her hands down her hairless thighs, admiring her own moonlight-colored skin, before looking at the clothes she had laid out for herself.
She pulled the black and green dress onto her body, zipping it onto herself until it felt like a second layer of skin over her. It squeezed her body, even making it hard to breathe, but it was all worth it as she admired how tightly pressed her breasts were, accenting their already large size. Yet at the same time, she showed off her cleavage well, drawing many young women to her gifted bosom.
The dress was barely long enough to hide her ass, and if she leaned too far forward or back, she would be exposing herself. Oh, she shuddered at just the thought of that. She was sure James would appreciate the show.
Once Narcissa was properly dressed, she checked her makeup one last time, before she left to meet James at the agreed upon location.
This type of place wasn't really her scene, but it was natural for someone at James' age. That meant Narcissa did her best to adapt. She was beaming as she walked down the sidewalk, but after a few moments, she tried to suppress her smile.
She wanted James to be aroused by the sight of her, yes, but also intimidated. She wanted his respect, as well as his heart.
Narcissa soon found her date outside the club. He turned his gaze to her, smiling as she tried to put extra sway in her hips.
Her hopes were exactly what she wanted. James looked at her with the desire and awe that she deserved. She was beautiful, wasn't she? Gorgeous. Still in her prime compared to the twig-like floozies that were James' age.
She stood before him and held her hand out to him, and like a perfect gentleman, he took her hand in his and kissed it. He bowed before her, before looking up at her. "You look ravishing, Narcissa."
"Oh, James, you charmer," she giggled. "Please. Go on."
"Heh. Maybe while we eat. I would love to whisper sweet nothings into your ear," he replied, earning a scarlet blush from the woman. She fanned herself with a giggle.
"Young man, I'm old enough to be your mother."
"And yet you look more beautiful than women half your age."
Feeding Narcissa's narcissism was an easy way to her heart. She laughed, licking her lips as she looked down at the man.
"Do I now? Please, tell me more…"
Dinner was nice. James was an utter gentleman, and Narcissa actually thought that she was corrupting him. She thought she was seducing him, drawing his eyes to her large breasts or her plump, pillowy lips. She thought she was the predator luring her prey into her trap, but she quickly realized the truth.
She was just another conquest for James.
The two had paid for their dinner, but Narcissa wasn't content with just that. She wanted more, clearly hungry for something else. The two found their way to a supply closet, easily opening it with a spell, before they slipped inside and James pressed Narcissa against the wall.
She moaned quietly, shaking as his chest pressed down on her large breasts. His hands slid down her back, groping her ass, before squeezing her legs. He chuckled at her, admiring the way she moaned and writhed in his grip.
He kissed her, and the kiss was dominating and passionate. Nothing like the cold kisses her old husband gave her. No, this was fiery, and it melted her heart as she squeezed their bodies together. She felt his tongue licking her lips, and she opened her mouth, gently sucking on his tongue.
She felt something hard gently rub against her thigh, and she shivered in his embrace. She knew what it was, and she wanted so badly to have it all to herself.
The poor woman had no idea she would have to share with so many other women.
James had his hands on her ass as he lifted her up against the wall. She gasped, eyes widening as he began to kiss her neck. She moaned loudly, holding him as his teeth sank into her soft skin. He sucked on her neck, before letting it pop out of his mouth. He gave the marks he left behind a quick lick, before he sucked on her skin again.
Her moans were sensual and sweet as her legs wrapped around him. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her womanhood, before she gasped as he let her go. She fell onto her feet, eyes wide, desperate for more. He smiled at her, gently stroking her cheek with his hand as he gave her an order.
"Strip."
And strip she did, pulling on her clothes slowly, making a show of it as every piece of string and every strap slowly came undone. She teased him, turning her body around once her top came undone. She hid her tits from him, and yet she was pressing her ass against his body. She moaned, feeling his erection pressing against her butt, gently pushing against her.
She could feel it poking into her, and she shuddered at the size of it, moaning quietly as she felt the tip press against her asshole. He lifted his hand and gave her ass a slap-, shocking her, but that was nothing compared to when he placed his hands on her dress and tore at the fabric. He ripped it as easily as if it was wet tissue paper.
He saw her black, lacy underwear under her dress, and he smiled as he placed his hands on her round ass. She moaned at his hard touch, fingers digging into her rear. He smacked her ass, making a cheek jiggle and bounce.
"Your husband never treated you right. Your son was an embarrassment," James muttered. "I'll treat you better." Another smack, making her body shift slightly, before he slipped a finger under her panties. He slowly stroked her ass, before he pulled them from her body.
He then bit into the panties, and with his sharp canines, tore the fabric apart. She could hear her panties being torn apart, making her gasp as he tore a hole in them. Afterwards, he let her keep her panties on as he took out his cock and pressed the tip against her wet, quivering lips.
She bit her lower lip, feeling the head of his cock slowly sliding back and forth. He let her feel the whole length of his cock against her pussy. His throbbing dick was pressed against her clit, before he slid back and shove his cock into her.
Her eyes widened, and she moaned loudly in pleasure, panting as he hammered his cock right into her with no mercy. He shoved the entire length of his dick into her, sinking into her until his cock was pressed against the entrance to her womb.
Narcissa's legs were shaking under her as her eyes widened. They trembled, nearly giving out as she placed her hands on the wall, scratching at it. James filled her with his cock, before he pulled back and began to thrust into her again and again.
He was filling her with his cock, fucking her so hard that her face was soon pressed against the wall. She moaned loudly, squeezing his cock with the wet walls of her cunt. She squeezed his cock as he stretched her out.
It felt so good, even as her legs nearly gave out under her. James was fucking her pussy with such skill and grace, and the way he held her hips made her feel like she belonged to him. He moved his hips slightly, letting his cock press against her wet walls. He slid them inside of her, letting his tip press against different nerves and sensitive spots.
Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her body felt like it was tingling, shivering with the veiny cock inside of her. Suddenly he moved his hands. The constant smacks and squeezing fingers had left each of her ass cheeks red, and now he moved his hands under her and picked her up.
He had his hands around her, pressing against her stomach as her legs dangled uselessly towards the ground. James fucked her while he held her, letting her pussy juices fall to the ground as his precum smeared inside of her. She felt it filling her as a fucked silly grin formed on her face.
Her lips parted, letting moans fly out of her with reckless abandon. She felt one of his hands on her breasts, squeezing and groping one of them, pressing it against her chest. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, licking the empty air as she rode the cock of a man half her age.
The pleasure kept building up inside of her, rising against a dam until she was sure she would break in his arms. The euphoria of his cock inside of her left her to moan and tremble on top of him.
His hand pinched her nipple as he whispered in her ear, letting his hot breath tickle her ear. "Beg for your Master."
The older woman mewled loudly, before nodding her head. "Y-yes… Please, Master. Cum in me. Cum in me! I-I want you to-ahhh!" He shot his load into her, digging his cock deep into her cunt and pumping her full of his semen.
His cum was flowing inside of her, shooting in like a wave. It coated the walls of her womanhood, and it was pumped right into her womb. She could feel his sperm inside of her, having their way with her eggs as her body quivered on top of him.
She came right after he did, and it was amazing. Like her whole body basking in a warm light. The older woman moaned and cried out, only for her voice to be muffled as James moved his hand from her breast to her mouth.
He covered her mouth, muffling her as she stared at the wall in a daze. After a few moments, she finally realized what was happening. Footsteps outside. Maybe some workers? They were coming closer, and part of her wondered if they were going to come in and see her.
What would happen if they did? Narcissa Malfoy on the cock of such a strapping young man, his cum trickling out of her cunt? She moaned quietly against his hand, almost coming once again from that thought alone.
James laughed quietly, before remaining silent as the footsteps grew louder… and then quieter again as they walked right past the two. The young man let out a quiet sigh of relief, before he pulled Narcissa off of him and onto the ground, letting her look at the puddle of cum they had made together.
"It's been fun, Narcissa," he stated. "But I have to go. I imagine you can find your own way home?" he asked, a knowing grin on his face.
The mother whined quietly, before she licked her lips and eyed his cock. He grinned, winking at her, before he put the beast away and zipped up. He watched as Narcissa moved slightly, laying on the ground to lick at the puddle of cum.
James admired the sight, before he conjured up a small card and left it on the ground. When she noticed it, she saw another address, plus a date and time.
Their next date? She couldn't wait!
Astoria met with James as agreed. They were in a forest, and she was shocked to find he had laid out a picnic for her. It was a beautiful setting, with delicious food and drinks, but as the minutes ticked by, Astoria found herself wanting to thank James.
"Today has been fun," she commented, staring at him as he finished his wine.
"I'm glad."
"I haven't been out like this in so long. Especially not with company as nice as this," she added. "You don't treat me like other people do, James. I like that about you."
"Well, I know you're tougher than you look," he stated. "You're not a porcelain doll. You're something more, much more than that," he grinned, watching as her hand landed on his thigh. She stroked his body, fingers pressing against his pants as she smiled.
"I want to… I wanted to show my thanks. For all you've done for me today," she muttered, cheeks turning red as her eyes stared at a nearby tree. Her hand was slowly moving closer to his crotch.
"Oh? And how will you do that?" he asked, a knowing grin on his face.
Her soft, slender fingers pressed against his crotch, gently rubbing it. Her cheeks were as red as her lips as she gulped, moving her fingers up and down and soon feeling his cock hardening through the fabric.
That was when she felt him get bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Her eyes widened as he just didn't seem to stop. Her eyes turned to his cock, gawking at it as she watched his member stretch out his clothes. He was still smiling as he placed a hand on her head and gently moved her down.
She happily obeyed, moving so that she was laying before him. Her hands pulled at his zipper, slowly pulling it down, before she gasped as the thick rod popped free. She covered her mouth in shock, watching his cock bob up and down, swaying slightly.
"J-James! I-it's huge! H-how is it so big?!" she wondered, marveling at the veiny shaft. James didn't give her a reason as she felt her throat tighten and her tongue licking her lips. The older man leaned back, laying on the ground as his cock pointed at the sky like a flag.
Astoria watched it throb and bounce, feeling James' hand on her head. She gulped, before leaning closer to take a deep whiff of his cock. It made her mind tingle as her heart raced. She stuck out her tongue, inexperienced, but eager to learn.
Her tongue touched his dick, feeling the somewhat salty taste. She gave it another lick, before another and another. She gulped, feeling his taste lingering in her mouth as she moved a hand closer to the shaft. She pulled on his foreskin, gently, gasping again as she saw the bulbous tip of his cock.
It was glistening, a drop of precum slowly peeking out of it. It slid down the head, and right onto her tongue. Astoria moaned loudly, feeling a shiver go down her spine from the taste. It bubbled and tingled on her tongue, leaving her heart racing as stared at the penis. She leaned forward, and she opened her mouth as wide as it could go as she let the cock enter her mouth.
It slid along her tongue as she moved her head down, feeling the tip of the cock pressing against the inside of her cheek. She moaned against it, feeling a jolt of pleasure from having the cock sliding inside her mouth. It pressed against her cheek, before she pulled back and impaling her head further down his cock.
She felt his rod pushing into her throat, and her eyes widened as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't breathe, but James' hand kept her right there with his cock in her throat. She writhed and trembled, hands scratching at him as her legs kicked at the ground.
Eventually her panic subsided. Her mind learned that oxygen was second to her Master's pleasure. Fear coursed through her body, but as her tongue dragged itself along the thick shaft, it gave way to pleasure.
Her eyes widened as tears fell down her face, and she continued to suck on his cock. He removed his hand from her head, letting her move herself. She bobbed up and down, feeling the tip of the cock press against the inside of her cheek.
She slid the cock against the underside of his cock, then along the sides, then she pulled back until her lips were the only thing linking her to the dick. She took her tongue and drew circles around the tip, leaving it soaking in her saliva, before she felt it throb.
Astoria pulled herself off of the cock, wanting it tremble, before a blast of thick, white liquid splattered against her face. It fell onto her brow, her eyes, nose, cheeks, and, of course, her lips.
She gasped for air, eyes wide as she was coated in a mask of cum. She gulped, swallowing some of his load as she trembled in front of him. Astoria couldn't say anything. Every breath she took reeked of his cum. James just smiled at her as he pulled his cock away from her, forcing her away from it.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, raising his brow in amusement. Astoria licked her lips, carrying more of his cum into her mouth as she nodded her head.
James made a game of the two women. They were easy to manipulate, and they craved his cock like they craved food. He continued to fuck Narcissa's pussy and Astoria's mouth for weeks, training them and converting them into his newest additions.
Eventually he had the pieces set, and he invited both of them to his home for the grand finale. Both women arrived around the same time, a few minutes apart as James had planned. They arrived by Floo Powder, with Astoria teleporting inside first.
She was met with the powerful set of incense, the same kind James used as an aphrodisiac. The smell was strong, and she was breathing it in as she heard the distinct sound of sex. She waved the emerald smoke from her face as she saw James, sitting before her with a slut sucking on his cock.
Astoria's eyes widened, watching the blond woman impaling her head on his dick, sucking on it as she barely noticed Astoria. James moaned loudly, playing with his slut's hair as he looked at Astoria.
The fragile woman walked inside, her face red as she watched the eager slut play her role. James glanced at Astoria, and she stood up straight. All she wore was her underwear, a pair of black, lacy panties and bra. It was simple, but appealing. Almost like something a wife would wear on her honeymoon…
James smiled at her, but he didn't do or say anything. He just enjoyed his slut's mouth, feeling her tongue smacking against his dick. He moaned quietly, before another witch made her entrance.
Astoria didn't even turn her head to see the new guest. She was too absorbed by the sight of James' cock, salivating as the blond slut pulled her head off of the dick and kissed the tip. The stranger rubbed James' ball as Astoria heard a loud gasp.
"J-James, who-?"
"You will call me Master, Narcissa. You both will," James stated, and it was just the way he said it that left Astoria's legs quivering. "As for who this is, don't you recognize her? Her name is Nessa, but you might know her better as Draco."
Nessa finally seemed to acknowledge the two. Her face burned hot with shame as she moved her eyes down. She gulped, before glancing at the two, one at a time, quivering slightly as she returned to licking her Master's cock.
"Nessa has been my slut for months now. My little maid. She's actually quite good at it. Genetics, maybe?" he teased, eyeing Narcissa as she placed her hands on her lips. Astoria finally turned to look at her, finding the older woman was already naked.
"D-Draco…?" Narcissa gasped, staring at her son… Well, daughter really.
"How fitting."
Nessa and Narcissa both turned their heads to Astoria. The dark-haired woman grinned, walking forward to fall onto her knees before James. She leaned forward, dragging her tongue along his shaft, sliding it down, before kissing the tip.
"Master, if you told me what you did to him, I probably would have sucked your cock even sooner."
Nessa's eyes widened at that, before Astoria and her locked gazes. "Oh, yes, Nessa," she smirked, loving the way the name felt on her tongue. "I've sucked his cock." She wrapped her fingers around James' dick, slowly sliding them up and down as she whimpered. "His big. Huge. Fat. Fucking cock."
She couldn't stop herself. She opened her mouth and took the cock into her mouth, moaning as it sank into her throat once more. It just felt so natural to her by now, and she bobbed her head up and down as one of her hands pushed Nessa away.
The blond fell onto her butt, eyes widening as she watched her ex-wife downing Master's cock. Then she felt hands on her shoulder, and she turned to see her mother's smiling face. They sound of James' cock sliding down Astoria's throat, and their quiet moans, was the song that played as mother and child met once more.
And yet, Narcissa's eyes were on her Master's shaft. "Oh, Drac… Nessa. Nessa, darling, we have so much to talk about." She glanced at her child, smiling as she brushed some hair from her head. "You look so beautiful. We must catch up later. Just… just let mommy have some time with your Daddy's cock."
She licked her lips, letting them glisten as she moved forward. Nessa was left behind with scarlet cheeks and a soaking wet pussy as she watched her mother and wife service their Master.
"Enough, slut. Let me have some of that," Narcissa ordered, pushing the other woman away from James. The younger of the two scowled in jealous rage as the mother began to coat James' cock in kisses.
Astoria soon joined her. The two competed against the other, leaving wet kisses all over the veiny shaft as James sighed in relief.
"As you two can, ahh, probably imagine, I didn't invite you here for the usual fun we've been, mmh, having. I invited you to have you both join my harem."
The two sluts both kissed the tip of his cock at the same time. They were opposite sides of his dick, and they both extended their tongues to lick at the bulbous head. Their tongues brushed against one another, making both women moan as their eyes stared at their Master.
He chuckled at their obsession with him, before he continued. "You both will join my harem. That is a fact, but who will be in charge of the other depends on how you two suck my cock. The winner will get the other as a pet, and my cock in their pussy first."
He might as well have held Harry Potter's fortune as the prize. Both women trembled in desire and hungry need as they accepted the rules of the game. Astoria took her bra in hand, tearing it off of her skin as she wrapped her tits around James' cock.
She pushed Narcissa out of the way, earning a furious scowl from her as Astoria spoke. "Yes, Master! I would love your cock! I give myself to you! To your big, fat dick! I love you!" she declared, stroking his member with her full tits.
Narcissa was far from out of this game, though. The older woman scowled, wiping some of their Master's precum from her lip. She watched as James titfucked the little skank, and the older woman huffed as she took her own large tits in hand. She stood up, pressing her bosom into James' face as he laughed like a drunken king.
He enjoyed the feeling of her bosom against his skin as Draco's wife embraced his dick. His tongue slipped out to lick Narcissa's nipple, before she began to slide down his body. She dragged her breasts against him, letting her hard nipples poke his skin, until she reached his crotch.
With one good push, she shoved Astoria to the ground. She fell as Narcissa took her larger breasts in hand and wrapped them around his cock. His penis nearly vanished between tits as James growled in euphoric pleasure. Precum dripped out of the tip and onto her large, pale breasts as the mother grinned.
"My tits are so big, aren't they, Master? Much bigger than that little slut! You love my tits, don't you, Master?"
Both women could tell that their Master was going to cum soon. His balls twitching, his cock was throbbing, and his moans were all warning signs of the explosive orgasm. Astoria scowled, refusing to lose to this hag.
The older woman thought James' cock was safe between her tits, but she was shocked to find that she was wrong. Astoria dived her head down between her tits, taking his tip back into her mouth and sucking on it.
Her tongue nimbly danced on James' flesh. She had more experience sucking his dick, and she showed her well earned skills as her hand rubbed his balls. James moaned loudly as she sucked her cock masterfully, milking him as precum filled her throat.
James placed his hand on Astoria's head, pressing her face down into Narcissa's rack. He pushed her as low as she could go, before he came. The feeling of the mother's large tits, and the tight, wet embrace of Astoria's mouth
His semen shot into Astoria's mouth, and she made the effort to take it all for herself. She struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful of semen as her pussy juices dampened her panties. She kept trying to take it all, but tears began to fall down her face as her defeat became imminent.
Narcissa grabbed her by the hair and yanked her off the cock, more out of a greedy hunger for it than actual care for her. Cum spurted out, splattering down onto both women's large tits and faces as the older woman opened her mouth. She drank and sucked up the cum, moaning as the thick cream slid down her throat.
As the geyser became a small trickle, Narcissa was not satiated just yet. As Astoria struggled to breathe, her mother in law kissed her, sticking her tongue into her mouth to try and steal the cum right out of Astoria's mouth.
The two fought, tongues wrestling and breasts pressing against the other as James watched. It was clear both sluts were craving his cock and semen, and he waited to announce a winner.
Cum and saliva mixed together, dripping down their lips and onto their large breasts as he slipped his cock away from them. He laid back in his seat with a smile on his face until the two were done, both swallowing whatever cum they could steal for themselves.
"That was amazing, you two," he complimented, and both women beamed as they licked their lips. "But there can only be one winner, and I won't lie. Astoria won."
Narcissa's sadness was clear, while Astoria looked like she had just cured herself of her blood curse. Little did she know…
"And I intend on giving her what she deserves. Not just my cock in her pussy, but something else. A cure."
Her eyes widened, mouth agape as she gulped spit and some residue semen down. "Y-you mean?"
"Yes. Your bloodcurse won't hurt you anymore," he declared as he took his cock in hand and waved it back and forth. "Not as long as you get some of your Master's cum inside of you. In your pussy, ass, mouth, or even on your skin, it won't matter."
"It won't matter… Because I just want your cock," Astoria smiled, leaning forward to nuzzle her face against his cock. She took a deep whiff off it, before she gave a soft, chaste kiss. She worshipped the phallic rod, treating it like treasure. She kissed it again, before she looked at her Master. "May I begin, Master…?"
James smiled, motioning her up and she stood with a racing heart. Her panties came down, barely hanging onto one of her feet. She turned her body so that they were facing the same direction, before she sank her body down onto his cock. She moaned loudly as she felt the girthy member enter her cunt.
She and Draco had tried to have sex. It was horrid, especially compared to this burning heaven James was searing into her mind. She moaned loudly as he grabbed her hips, slowly pulling her down lower and lower. His cock was sinking into her, and she cried out in pleasure as Nessa and Narcissa watched.
James' hands moved all over her body. He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her cheeks, before he slowly moved up her body, sliding them closer to her large breasts. He took them in hand, admiring them as she moaned aloud. She sank lower and lower, gasping and moaning quietly as his veiny shaft quivered inside of her.
Nessa and Narcissa watched Astoria sink until the entire rod was inside of her. She moaned loudly, a smile on her face as their Master pinched her nipples. He pulled and twisted them, using them as toys as Nessa eyed the mother and daughter.
She was practically sitting on her Master's lap, so she spread her legs apart and ordered the two, "Come here, sluts. L-lick my cunt and Master's balls. We demand-ahh, we demand you to serve us!"
Astoria took to her new role like a fish to water. She commanded the Malfoys to get into position, and after a moment of glancing at one another, they crawled forward. Their mouths were put to work. Narcissa licked the younger woman's clit as Nessa wrapped her ruby lips around James' balls, sucking on them between licking them with her tongues.
James moaned behind Astoria, before he gripped her hips tightly and proceeded to fuck her. He bounced her on top of his cock, lifting her up and down as she moaned loudly. Her cunt squeezed his erection, stroking each side of it as she threw her head back.
Her moans filled the room as she felt his precum filling her. She gyrated her hips, letting his shaft rub against the walls of her pussy. She cried out loudly, tongue licking the air as James bit her neck. He sucked on her skin as her pussy juices squirted on the two blond sluts' faces.
James' cock was covered in their combined juices as both sluts began to finger themselves. Their fingers pushed in and out of their cunts, precum dripping under them into a pair of small puddles as James kissed Astoria's cheek.
"I'm going to cum," he whispered, and the dark-haired woman beamed.
"Then cum, Master. Make. Me. Yoooours!" she mewled, cumming on his cock and squeezing his cock with her hot pussy walls. Her muscles spasmed as her body trembled and convulsed. She could feel his own cock throbbing, before his semen entered her cunt.
That wasn't all, though. Astoria had a little wish on her lips, and that wish was granted as James pulled his cock out of her and rained cum down on the mother and daughter before them. Semen fell onto their faces as Astoria licked her lips, bringing a hand down to catch some cum dripping out of her pussy.
She licked her fingers as the two sluts kissed one another, swapping cum and saliva for their Master and Mistress. They wrapped their arms around one another, nipples poking into the other as they kissed like they were lifelong lovers. Astoria and James enjoyed the show, until she reached her foot down and gently poked Nessa's head with her toe.
"I didn't tell you two sluts to stop! Get back here! I want another load of my Master's cum!"
"Y-yes, Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress!"
Astoria giggled, before moaning again as James' cock sank into her pussy. He was grinning proudly as he fucked her cunt once more, bouncing her on top of him as he felt the Malfoy's lips on his balls.
The night was still young, and he was eager to coat his sluts inside and out with his seed. He'd fuck them all night, until the sun rose on them, and maybe even beyond that.