Summary: After the war many people were set adrift, looking for a place to belong in a world that had changed practically overnight. Narcissa Malfoy was one such individual. Her husband dead, her son in chains, and her family fortune gone, the matron of House Malfoy was in dire straights indeed. Though with darkness comes hope, for she had one last favour she could call in from none other than the Saviour of the Wizarding World himself. She only hoped the price wouldn't be too much to bear…
Desperate Times
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Narcissa bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as another deafening moan threatened to bubble up from her throat. He had told her the more noise she made the longer her punishment would last. She'd been here for over three hours already, blindfolded and bent over a cushioned table with her hands and head trapped in a pillory. She wore not a stitch of clothing, save for the collar wrapped securely around her neck, and her curvy nude body shone with a glistening layer of sweat.
The former lady of House Malfoy forced down another cry of ecstasy as her body was assailed by the device between her legs. He had said it was something the muggles called a 'vibrator' and thus far it lived up to its name. Every few seconds it would start up again, humming and vibrating against her swollen clit in varying degrees of intensity before ceasing as soon as her peak drew close.
When her cunt was first assaulted by the strange device she couldn't help but squeal out in both surprise and pleasure, adding Merlin knows how much time to her original half an hour sentence. Now, hours later, Narcissa had learned her lesson but not without paying a price.
Her cunt ached with need. She could feel her legs shaking in both exhaustion and pleasure, her breath leaving her in desperate pants, and her core burning with the overwhelming desire to just fucking cum already!
But it was not to be. Narcissa's will cracked just a little as the next wave of vibrations berated her poor dripping pussy. The groan she let out was one of both pleasure and frustration knowing she'd just extended her torment even more.
"What's wrong my pet?" A voice murmured in her ear.
Narcissa shivered, her body instantly reacting to the sound of his voice. Her nipples hardened, gooseflesh prickled her skin in excitement, and her already-soaked pussy wept with arousal. Despite her quite obvious arousal, she refused to answer him. Many times had he baited her like this, dangled soft questions and honeyed words before her to have her slip up and make her 'punishment' worse.
"Tsk- So quiet today. Are you not enjoying our little game?"
Though she could not see him through the blindfold she knew he was smirking, that dastardly sexy smile poised upon his lips- teasing her as always.
'SMACK!'
"HNG!"
The slap to her arse was unexpected and it was hard enough to make Narcissa cry out in pain and pleasure, her pussy convulsing even more.
"I asked you a question Cissy. Are you enjoying our little game?"
"Y-yes." She moaned, the vibrator increasing its power as she spoke and sending electrifying shocks of pleasure through her nerves.
"Wonderful. I'll give you a choice then. We can either keep playing this game for, oh I don't know, another hour or two, or…" His voice trailed off as she felt a hand trail down her spine and come to a stop on her round arse. "...We could have fun another way." He accentuated his words by guiding his hand down, using his thumb to swirl around her crinkled backdoor pointedly. Narcissa couldn't help but moan excitably at the feeling. Damn the consequences, she was horny and dear Morgana did fucking love a good buggering.
"P-please!" She whimpered.
"Please what Cissy?" He asked.
Narcissa bit her lip and fought against her restraints for a moment before going limp with defeat. "Please master, use me~"
A dark chuckle echoed throughout the room before suddenly the blindfold was removed from around her eyes and the restraints of the pillory undone. Before she could celebrate her newfound freedom, a weight settled behind her, grasping her by her arms as something thick and hard pressed against her arsehole.
Narcissa looked over her shoulder with a slight tremble of excitement as Harry Potter stared back at her with that oh-so-familiar smirk.
"As you wish my pet."
The blonde witch could only scream in delight as her lover's thick cock was pushed unrelentingly into her arsehole. Her backdoor was stretched to incredible lengths in order to accommodate his sheer girth and within moments Narcissa was convulsing with the force of a several-hour-long pent-up climax.
As she was pushed hard against the cushioned bench while her arse was savagely taken, the former Lady of House Malfoy couldn't help but be called back to the day her old life ended and her new one began…
-One Month Prior-
"Unfortunately Mrs. Malfoy, Gringotts cannot bear the risk of yet another loan given to your house. Your last line of credit defaulted within three months, and all accounts owned by the Ancient House of Malfoy are now under charge-off status." The aged goblin droned on without an ounce of care in his monotone voice.
Narcissa grimaced to herself. The threadbare robes that hung from her frame scratched annoyingly at her porcelain flesh, and yet it was the truth of the goblin's words that stung the most.
"So there is nothing that can be done?" She quietly seethed.
The goblin before her snapped his thick leather-bound ledger closed and shook his head. "Aside from paying your debts Mrs. Malfoy, there is not. As of today, Gringotts can no longer offer their services to the Ancient House of Malfoy. Now if you would please-" The goblin said gesturing to the door. "I am quite busy and my time is for customers only."
Narcissa glared venomously at the wrinkled bookkeeper but said nothing as she stood and stalked from the room, slamming the door to the petulant little beast's office for good measure. Stomping through the gilded marble corridors of the goblin bank, Narcissa stewed in her anger, mentally cursing both her fool of a husband and the dark maniac who played his own part in the fall of House Malfoy.
The day of the last battle was forever burned into her memory. Lucius, the stupid man, had fallen, but not in battle. No. The cowardly man had tried to run. The moment Potter had sprung up from the half-giant's arms and began tossing spells faster than a dead man should have, her husband fled. Ran away with a look of sheer terror on his face, abandoning both her and their son in the middle of a battlefield. The fool got what was coming to him though, slipping on a piece of loose rubble in his haste to flee and tumbling off the side of the tall viaduct.
A truly idiotic death for an idiotic man.
But Narcissa didn't know the true depths of her late husband's idiocracy even then. It wasn't until the war was over and House Malfoy was ordered to pay reparations that Lucius's treachery was discovered. Their vaults, every single of of them from the main family holdings to even her own personal trust vault, were swept clean of coin. The ledgers revealed that Lucius had picked them all clean days before the last battle, with the intent to flee the country under the guise of a business trip. He had sent the funds ahead of time thinking they would be safe with his not-so-secret mistress in the Swedish Alps. The fool, in a showing of great incompetence, did not consider his mistress would simply take the coin and run herself, leaving not so much as a single knut behind.
The Malfoy fortune was gone, and with it, any hope Narcissa had for a life of peace after years of war.
Draco had taken it even worse than her. Her son, who had been so close to redemption, fell wholeheartedly into his old habits. Scheming, lying, cheating, everything his father did and more in the name of making the House of Malfoy 'great' once more.
He did not succeed.
Less than a year after the war's end her son had been caught red-handed in the middle of an illegal artifact deal near Bristol. Having broken nearly every single concession the ministry placed on him as a former Death Eater, Draco was quickly tried, convicted, and thrown into Azkaban without so much of a chance for probation. It would be 27 years before her son ever saw the light of day again, and Narcissa couldn't help but think he deserved every second of his sentence.
Now it was just her. The last member of House Malfoy, left destitute and penniless with a mountain of debts and not a single ally on her side- Forced to work in a back alley apothecary for a pittance. Any money she did make was garnished heavily by the ministry for reparations owed, leaving her with barely enough to afford her small hovel off of Knockturn. The only way she could even afford food was by stealing potion ingredients out from under her employer's nose and spending her weekends brewing the complex beauty elixirs her mother taught her all those years ago. She could only sell the few she made at a fraction of their cost in order to do away with them quickly, but it was enough to ensure she was fed each day, if just barely.
Needless to say, Narcissa had fallen far and fast. She knew not how long she could continue to live as she was, but the thought of resorting to…less-than-savoury means of earning coin made her skin crawl.
She did not have Lucius's knack for business, what little there actually was, nor was she as skilled as her sisters were with a wand. The only thing she ever really had that others did not was her beauty, and there was only one way she knew of to make money off of that.
Narcissa shook her head and dashed away such thoughts. No, she may be desperate, but someone of her standing, tarnished as it may be, should never have to stoop so low as to whore themselves off for a few sickles at a time.
She sighed as she exited Gringotts. Rain fell heavy from the sky, pouring down from the dark grey clouds above as if a perfect mirror of her mood. Thankfully, as she was not a marked Death Eater, she was able to keep her wand, though with a monitoring charm implanted within to ensure she did not cast anything illegal. Still, a simple water-repellent charm was anything but criminal and it made her walk back home somewhat manageable.
Opening the door to her desolate home Narcissa's mood instantly soured once more. Calling it a home was generous. It was in reality nothing more than a single room with a creaky mattress on one side and a grimy shower and sink on the other. Even with her best cleaning charms, she wasn't able to make it look any better than the shithole it was. It was a long way from her opulent marble floors and silk sheets. Morgana above how she missed her silk sheets!
Narcissa threw her things onto her bed without a care. Opening her tiny closet, she was greeted by the sight of a cracked and rusty cauldron bubbling with yet another batch of beauty potions. She shook her head at the slightly off tone of pink the solution took on within her short absence. The lower quality materials she was forced to use this go around meant this batch wouldn't be nearly as potent as normal, meaning her coin purse would be even lighter than it was the week before.
Sighing, Narcissa quickly bottled what solution she could before banishing the rest. It was hardly worth saving, much less selling yet she had to eat all the same. It was barely half an hour later that she found herself entering the familiar off-brand beauty shop nestled betwixt Diagon and Lunarforth Alley. The shop matron greeted her with a barely concealed sneer as always.
"You're late."
Narcissa swallowed down her biting remark and simply nodded. "Yes, I had business with the goblins this morning."
The aged witch barked out a laugh, her wrinkled face covered with all manner of makeup and perfumes making her look more like a grizzled clown than a woman. "Business with the goblins eh? I doubt those greedy little buggers would even touch someone like you with a 10-foot pole! No matter dearie, I'll still haggle with you." The woman gestured to the counter in front of her and Narcissa quickly deposited her half-dozen or so vials of elixir.
"Hmm…" The wrinkled witch hummed as she studied one of the vials. Taking out a pair of horned bifocals, the grizzled woman took a few moments to observe the potions within. "These are even more shite than last week's batch."
Narcissa once more swallowed down a biting remark and plastered on a polite smile. "I think you'll find they'll be just as effective. Unless you'd rather I take them elsewhere?"
The woman peered over her glasses with an unimpressed look. "As if I ain't the only one who'd do business with your sorry arse Mrs. Malfoy!" She chortled. "But fret not, I'll take 'em. For a discount of course!"
Narcissa's false smile slipped just a tad. "How much of a discount?"
Before the witch could open her mouth to reply, the door to the dingy shop burst open and a flood of witches and wizards in maroon-coloured robes dashed in with their wands at the ready.
"HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! NOW!" One wizard shouted as he and two others levelled their wands at Narcissa.
Eyes wide, she did as she was bid quickly raising her hands high in the air as her heart hammered fearfully in her chest. Behind her, she heard the predatory shop owner shrieking with rage as she too was subdued by a trio of aurors.
"What the fuck do you think you lot are doing?! Barging into my shop like this?! I have rights!" The grizzled witch spat.
"Shut it!" A voice called. "Spillman- Rhodes- fucking detain her already!"
Narcissa watched as the shopowner was quickly cuffed and hauled in front of the one witch who spoke. "Gloria Farman you're hereby under arrest for the production of class three banned elixirs with intent to distribute. Take her away." The old woman shrieked and cursed as she was dragged away by two aurors, her cries ignored by the others.
"What do you want us to do with her ma'am?" The auror who held her at wand-point asked.
The head auror turned to face Narcissa, eyes immediately squinting with recognition. "Well well well, what do we have here? Fancy meeting you here Mrs. Malfoy." The brown-haired witch drawled. "May I ask what brought you to this lovely little shop on such a beautiful day?" The witch's words were accentuated by a crack of thunder outside as the rain fell even harder.
"I- I was simply here to conduct a transaction. I had nothing to do with that woman's illicit deeds I assure you." Narcissa stammered. Her heart was racing beneath her breast as the auror eyed her unconvinced.
"Transaction hmm?" The brown-haired captain turned to study the haphazard pile of potions set on the counter. "Would your 'transaction' include these?"
"Minor beauty potions nothing more." Narcissa explained hurriedly. "Test them if you like. I have broken no crime here."
"Yes, that would be the case…if you were a licensed potion reseller."
Narcissa balked at the woman. "Wh- But that license hasn't been enforced in nearly a century! I can name six shops on Diagon alone that don't have a reseller license!"
The maroon-clad witch shrugged. "Enforced or not, it's still a law. I'm afraid you'll have to come with us."
"But- But-" Narcissa stammered as two aurors approached with a pair of cuffs. This couldn't happen. She couldn't be arrested. Any jury would surely convict her on her name alone, much less if she had actually broken any serious crime. It was obvious that whoever this auror captain was had an axe to grind against those with the Malfoy name, and Narcissa was powerless to stop it. What could she do? She had no money, power, nothing but the clothes on her back and- Her eyes widened with realization, a plan of desperation already forming in her mind.
"I demand my release to the Lord of House Black!"
Every auror in the room faltered at that, the captain especially. As they should. It was an old law, one nearly forgotten and hardly ever used, but one that still held much weight. Essentially when a member of an ancient lordly house was arrested for any minor crime, they were required to first be released to their head of house and be given a punishment of their lord's choosing. Should the punishment be found lacking then the ministry would step in once more and convict the offender anyway. It was hardly ever used anymore due to bribes being a much lesser hassle to deal with in such a situation.
"You're not a Black anymore, or did you forget that little fact Mrs. Malfoy?" The witch growled.
Narcissa though held the woman's glare. "I think you'll find the protections still apply. Either bring me to Lord Black now or let me go. It's your choice."
The captain glared venomously her for a few moments before she snapped her head to the side. "McLangley! Go find a floo and contact Lord Potter! He can fucking deal with this mess." The witch said with a sneer directed her way.
Narcissa said nothing as the auror moved to do what he was told. Despite her situation no longer being as dire as it was before, Narcissa still could not help but feel her heart race with fear. Fear that she had unintentionally just made things much worse…
Harry sighed irritably as he stepped from the floo. The junior auror who called him was standing ready and waiting as the green flames died down.
"Right this way Lord Potter." The eager young man said with his posture just a bit too stiff.
Harry didn't comment though and instead nodded for the man to lead the way. Soon enough he was brought to the shop in question, a run-down old beauty parlour that had seen its fair share of better days.
He'd barely stepped through the shop's door before he was beset by a familiar face.
"Good you're here. Now get her the fuck out of my sight Harry. Now." Hestia growled.
Harry shook his head at the woman's anger. "Lovely to see you too Hes'." He sighed. "Where is she?"
Hestia grunted and nodded towards the corner where Narcissa Malfoy sat in all her glory, though a bit thinner than last he'd seen her and wearing robes that made even his old Dudley cast-offs look luxurious. He walked forward, the woman's crystal blue eyes meeting his as he approached.
"Lady Malfoy." He greeted coldly.
"Lord Potter I- Thank you for coming." She said with a bow of her head.
Harry studied her for a moment, eyes roving up her body. Despite the cheap robes and signs of sparse eating, the woman was still a vision. Her curves were as present as ever, showing that not even living as a pauper could take away her bountiful assets. He couldn't help but feel a small spark of lust burn in his chest as he took her in. It was a shame she was such a bitch.
Harry scoffed and shook his head. "Trust me coming here to help you is the last thing I wished to do. Come on, you've wasted enough of the aurors' time as it is."
The woman stood without issue, her head held high as she passed by Hestia and her team. Harry rolled his eyes at her pettiness but followed after her, giving Hestia a nod as he left, though the auror captain stopped him with a hand on his shoulder before he could leave.
"Make sure you punish her good Potter. Least that bitch deserves."
Harry nodded. "Don't worry Hes', I intend to."
The auror gave him a small smirk and clapped him on the shoulder before setting him free. Staring at Narcissa's form as they walked towards the nearest floo he couldn't help but glower at the woman for this little stunt. One way or another, Harry was going to keep his promise to Hestia.
Narcissa studied the walls around her. Grimmauld Place had come a long way since the last she visited. Years before she'd stood in the very same spot, watching as her aunt ranted and raved about nonsensical things before the madness fully took her. She not mourned Walburga once since her passing nor had she ever truly cared for the crazed woman. Looking around her, Narcissa could not find a single trace of the woman remaining among the newly restored walls. Where once the Black townhome was dark and foreboding, it now held a warm and homey feel to it. It did not hold the opulence of Malfoy Manor true, but the former Black sister felt strangely at peace inside the refurbished home.
Her thoughts were broken up as her 'saviour' entered the room, a icy scowl affixed to his face.
"Well you've made a right mess." He spat. "I just received an owl from the Minister demanding an explanation for your little incident. Do you have any idea the headache you've caused Narcissa?"
Narcissa glared venomously at the raven-haired man. "Oh do forgive me my lord!" She bit sarcastically. "I apologize for this woeful inconvenience I've laid at your feet! Perhaps I should have just let the aurors arrest me for no good reason?!"
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. "It was a fucking misdemeanour charge Narcissa. At most you would've had to pay a fine and that's it. Malfoy or not you wouldn't have been thrown into bloody Azkaban for it!"
Narcissa scoffed and turned away. "If you think that then you truly are a fool. Even if I were ordered to pay a fine how would I possibly do that hmm? Your friends on the Wizengamot have ensured any pittance I make is garnished leaving me naught with a few knuts to my name. Should I have failed to pay the fine then misdemeanour or not the courts would see me in chains before the week is done." Taking a breath Narcissa stared pointedly into his thunderous green eyes. "And besides, you owe me this Potter."
Harry looked at her with a look akin to murder. His emerald eyes were as cold as ice and he seemed to be seconds away from cursing her on the spot. Yet he did not. Instead, with a shake of his head the young lord turned and opened a cabinet impeded within a wall, quickly pouring himself what looked to be a healthy tumbler of whiskey before downing it in one go.
"Whatever." He finally spoke after a few tense minutes of silence. Filling his glass again her turned to her with a glare. "Debt or not, you've ensured that you're to be punished regardless. Or did you think I'd simply allow you to walk away from this mess after coming to your aide?"
Narcissa pursed her lips. In truth, she hadn't thought that far ahead in the heat of the moment. True the law did require him to see her punished in some way shape or form, but she had never actually thought he'd go through with it. Perhaps she simply hoped he wouldn't. Either way, it wasn't as if anything he could come up with would punish her more than life already had.
With a huff, she crossed her arms defensively over her chest and scowled at the man. "Do your worst."
Harry stared at her as he downed the second glass of whiskey before pointing at the nearby sofa.
"Sit." He commanded
Narcissa did so without arguing. Sitting prim and proper from muscle memory alone rather than any real need to appear as a regal lady of a noble house. She watched as Harry sat his glass down, taking but a moment to observe her. What was going on inside his head, she did not know. Only that he seemed to make his mind up of something as he nodded and sat next to her.
"Lay across my lap."
Narcissa faltered at that. "Excuse me?!"
"I said lay across my lap. Now." He said once more, a hardened edge to his voice.
Narcissa hesitated for a moment before doing so slowly. She did her best to ignore the fact that her breasts were pretty much pushed into the man's crotch. Instead, she waited with bated breath to see what the hell he was going to do next.
She nearly jumped from her skin as she felt her robes suddenly being shifted and a draught tickle her panty-clad arse.
"What the fuck do you think you're-!"
'SMACK!'
Narcissa cried out from the slap. The force of the blow stung her right arsecheek but it wasn't to be the last she felt such pain.
'SMACK SMACK SMACK!'
Again and again, he spanked her. By the sixth slap, Narcissa was fighting back tears. Already she could feel the welts forming on her soft porcelain backside and by the eleventh smack, she doubted she'd be able to sit straight for days afterwards. Finally, with one last firm spank against her bruised arse, it was over. Narcissa whimpered as the rough material of her cheap robes was thrown back over her rear, irritating the welts in place. Sitting back up was a chore itself and she was forced to claw her way back up using Harry's shoulders for support.
"Learn your lesson?" He asked with an all-too-smug grin.
Narcissa glared at him venomously. "If y-you ever do something like that again- I'll- I'll-!"
"You'll what?" He laughed. "You hold no leverage here Cissy." He accentuated the pet name with a smirk. "Besides that was just the beginning. Your punishment is far from over."
Narcissa stood angrily, the pain in her arse forgotten momentarily as she seethed at the man. "What?! You cannot do this! I will not be humiliated like that again Potter!"
He rolled his eyes at her and leaned back into the couch. "Then, by all means, turn yourself into the aurors and save us both the trouble."
"You owe me." She ground through clenched teeth.
"Love you only lied to the Dark Lord to save yourself. I owe you nothing." Harry said with a wave. Standing he stepped towards her slowly, like a lion stalking prey. Instinctually Narcissa stepped back until her back bumped up against a wall.
"Now the way I see it-" He began. "There are three choices. One, you walk away now and have the aurors kicking down your door before the day's end. Two, you can accept the current trend of punishment without complaint. Or three…we make a deal."
"D-deal?" She stammered, wary of the way he towered over her.
"Your life is shite right now, worse actually, and I very much doubt that will change any time soon. I can, however, make that change for you." He explained.
"And how would you do that?" She said cautiously, trying not to show her hopefulness at the prospect of improving her current situation.
"Simple really. You live here with me. I'll convince the ministry to drop the reparations against you and I'll even give you a monthly allowance to do with as you please. In return-" He leaned in closer, one arm resting against her hip while the other forced her chin up to meet his gaze. "-You become my toy."
His words shocked her so much that her mind actually went blank for more than a few seconds. She hadn't even the nerve to cry out in anger at his perverse offer. Her first reaction was to slap his smug face for daring to speak to her in such a way, but as her mind finally caught up she paused.
He had spoken the truth. Her life was shite. She hated waking each day knowing what she'd become. A commoner, a pauper, a spinster without an ounce of grandeur in her life. Narcissa knew she was spoiled by her previous lifestyle, but damn it all it was a lifestyle she loved! And now, she was being offered a chance back, and for what? So some horny young man can rut atop her for a few minutes each night? It wasn't as if she hadn't done the very same thing while married to Lucius. She could bear that consequence again, so long as she had access to the finer things of course.
With a bite of her lip, Narcissa stared up into Potter's emerald orbs.
"Where do I sign?" She snarled sarcastically.
-Present Day-
Truth be told if Narcissa had known the reality of things then she probably would have made the same choice. What she thought would be a life of luxury in exchange for giving Potter the occasional blowjob was soon revealed to be a life of occasional luxury mixed between the most erotic and debasing things she'd ever experienced.
And she loved every second of it.
It hadn't started that way of course. The second she accepted his offer he had promptly ripped her threadbare clothes away and proceeded to use her body in every way he pleased. It was only after her fourth torrential orgasm did she realize her mistake. Potter was no mere 'two-pump' chump as it were. Instead, he was a beast of hunger and lust, never to be satiated for long before he grew parched for her once more.
That night he had used her in all manner of ways. She had first been shoved roughly against a wall while he ravaged her pussy, breaking her in by pounding into her gushing cunt while his groin slapped against her bruised arse. Once he seeded her womb for the first time Narcissa was then forced to her knees, mouth full of his cock and made to clean her juices from his still-hard shaft. Every second she cursed him angrily in her mind, not knowing that her anger and hate only fueled his desires.
After that things became a blur. He took her against the ground on her hands and knees. Her arse was buggered for the first time ever on his couch with her legs spread wide and his tongue down her throat. She rode him after that, rocking her hips as fast as she could with his cock deep inside her pussy while her own wand vibrated in her arse. On and on it went. She was tied up, spanked, slapped, choked, spit on. It had finally ended after Merlin knows how long. All she knew was by the end of it, her entire body was sore and his sticky white cum leaked from every single one of her holes. She passed out that night more exhausted than she'd ever felt in her entire life. Only to be woken up hours later with her poor abused pussy being spread apart by her new 'owner's' cock once more.
The trend continued for days, weeks, months. Each day she was defiled by Harry's magnificent cock. No part of her was left untouched nor unexplored. She was fucked through multiple earth-shattering climaxes daily. Where before her life was one of want and misery, now it was one of pleasure. Pleasure and no small amount of luxury.
While the home she lived in was not as opulent as Malfoy Manor, Harry had been more than willing to feed her vices between their rampant fucking. Every month she was given enough gold to shop, wine, dine, and flaunt herself to those beneath her to her heart's content. She was even given the chance to 'request' a raise from time to time- which usually entailed some form of sexual debauchery and humiliation, not that she minded anymore.
It was what led her to her current situation. Her punishment was nothing more than her payment for another 1,000 galleons a month increase to her already considerable allowance. At this point, her monthly stipend was enough to never have her work another day in her life. She merely demanded an increase now for the excitement of her master's 'punishments'.
"OH GODS ABOVE YES!" She screamed as another thrashing orgasm ripped its way through her body. Harry merely grunted at the spasming of her arse and continued to bugger her with no sign of stopping any time soon.
With no small amount of giddyness Narcissa watched as the hourglass depicting her time left continued to tick up exponentially with every whorish wail from her lips. At this rate she'd be forced to obey each and every one of Harry's whims until Christmas four months away. Perfect.
She cried out, cumming once more as she was yanked upwards by her silky blonde locks. More of her pussy juices splattered against the ground and Harry slammed into her arse all the harder. One of his hands came up to squeeze her jiggling breasts. The piercings hanging from her stiffened nipples were a new addition, a surprise she bought for him after he allowed her to attend a rather high societal ball and flaunt one of her many new dresses. They served to both arouse Harry even more and make her nipples extremely sensitive, something her lover was taking full advantage of as he yanked and tugged on the silver rings.
Soon enough she felt the signs of his own orgasm arriving very quickly. The swell of his cock inside her was a familiar feeling, one she had learned to see the signs of quickly during her tenure as a bonafide sex toy. With the first pulse of his climax, Narcissa slammed herself back against his groin, sheathing her lover's cock as deep as possible as he seeded her tight arsehole. Soon her stomach felt heavy with the fullness of Harry's load before he pulled from her arse with a content sigh.
Immediately Narcissa dropped to her knees, more so of her own desire than Harry's. A whispered cleaning charm later and within moments her plump lips were wrapped around his shaft with a satisfied moan from her. Harry didn't even bat an eye as she began to greedily suck him off, taking his cock deep inside her throat without issue over and over again. Soon enough her owner's cock was ragingly hard once more. No longer was she bobbing her head back and forth, but simply holding her mouth open wide while he fucked her pretty face with hard thrusts of his cock.
"Fuck!" Harry gasped a few minutes later, pulling his cock free from her lips as he spent himself all over her face. Narcissa smiled happily as the warm sticky liquid coated her from forehead to tits, painting nearly her entire upper body white.
"Have I earned my allowance my lord?" She asked with wide innocent eyes as she nuzzled her cum covered face against his cock.
Harry smirked above her and ran his fingers through her hair. "I may need a little more convincing. What would say to another 1,000 galleon increase if you let me breed your tight pussy hmm?"
Narcissa had never moved so fast in her life, quickly sitting up on the cushioned sex table with her legs spread wide. Harry chuckled at her enthusiasm and entered her dripping cunt swiftly, joining in with her moan of pleasure as his cock split her walls apart.
"Just so you know, we're not naming our kid something stupid like Draco." He muttered as he began to lazily pump his cock inside her.
Narcissa laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. "F-fret not my love. I think Scorpius h-has a far better ring to it~"
Harry only laughed and began to fuck her harder. Narcissa fell back against the table with a lazy smile on her lips. For the first time in who knows how long, Narcissa was actually thankful for her fool of a husband. Without him, she never would have been so desperate as to sell herself off to Harry Potter of all people, something she would never come to regret.
Author's Note
Narcissa returns for another one-shot! This one was a sort of 'let's see where this goes' minific with no real plan when I first started. I'm fairly happy with how it turned out though, hopefully you all enjoyed as well!
Thanks for reading!