CHAPTER 4: NARCISSA'S CHOICE
Harry exhaled softly, his hips shifting slightly as Narcissa's tender lips enveloped his shaft, her tongue teasing in gentle strokes, akin to a kitten without claws. He brushed a lock of hair from her eyes, and she gazed up at him with adoration, her long lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. There was much he could teach her—both technique and enthusiasm—but on this leisurely, sun-drenched morning, time seemed to stretch luxuriously before them.
The sunlight poured through the expansive French windows, casting a golden hue across the undoubtedly expensive sheets where Harry reclined comfortably. Nestled amidst an array of plush pillows that Narcissa had meticulously arranged for his viewing pleasure, he watched her attentively as she continued her ministrations.
Had he not still been groggy from sleep, he might have guided her head lower, pushing her limits until her makeup smudged from tear-streaked eyes. He could imagine her struggling for breath, her face flushed, surrendering to his desires completely.
"There, darling," Harry murmured huskily, his fingers gently grazing her cheek. "You're doing wonderfully."
Narcissa's eyes sparkled with a mixture of innocence and eagerness as she sought his approval. Her hands caressed his thighs, fingers tracing patterns over his skin, a silent invitation for more guidance.
Harry smiled faintly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Next time, let me show you how to take it deeper," he suggested, his voice low with promise. "You'll love it, I assure you."
Narcissa nodded eagerly, her lips curving into a shy smile. "I want to please you, Harry," she murmured softly, her breath warm against his skin.
"Then let's make sure you're properly trained," Harry replied silkily, his hand gently guiding her movements. "But for now, let's enjoy this lazy morning together."
The room filled with the quiet sounds of their intimacy, punctuated by murmurs of encouragement and the rustle of expensive linens. Outside, the world continued on, unaware of the private world they had created behind closed doors.
But then, with a feather-light kiss to the tip of his throbbing arousal, Narcissa giggled softly and traced her tongue along the ridges and veins. In that moment, Harry's thoughts of dominance melted away. For now, she could continue playing the role of the devoted pureblood wife. His fingers tangled in her silky, platinum blonde hair, urging her closer as he guided himself deeper into her mouth, though she still had a way to go before taking him fully. A slight cough escaped her, a dribble of precum glistening on her lips.
"I'm close, Cissa," Harry murmured, his voice thick with need. "One hand on my balls, and use the other to keep stroking, sweetheart."
She thrilled at his direction, her eyes bright with anticipation. Whether it was a quirk of her personality or a result of their bond, Harry didn't know, but he relished it all the same. Her lips dared lower, his cock brushing the back of her throat, enveloped in a tight, wet warmth. Her hand worked eagerly on his shaft, while the other gently massaged his heavy balls, coaxing his release.
She thrilled, always happiest when receiving instruction. He'd have to take another girl to see if that was a personality quirk, or a result of the bond, but he loved it nonetheless. Her lips dared lower, his cock approaching the back of her throat, ensconced in a tight wet warmth, her hand quickening while the other kneaded his large balls gently, encouraging his load to release.
He groaned, shooting his hips up, one hand on her head to push her further down as he came, again and again, his cum spurting out again and again relentlessly. She swallowed and swallowed, her eyes widening in shock as he showed no sign of stopping.
"Keep pushing," he urged through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut, savoring every ripple of sensation as his magic surged and pulsed within him. The pressure had been building for days, his core aching with the need for release. As a young wizard coming into his powers, the intensity threatened to overwhelm him, but now, finally, he had assistance.
"Focus," came a soothing voice beside him, steady and calm amidst the storm of magic. It was his mentor, a seasoned wizard who had guided him through the complexities of spellcraft and control. "You're almost there."
He nodded, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he concentrated, his fingers trembling slightly as he directed the flow of magic. It was like navigating a torrential river, dangerous yet exhilarating. With each passing moment, the magic responded, dancing at his command, eager to be harnessed.
"You've got this," his mentor encouraged again, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Let it out, slowly."
He exhaled deeply, feeling the surge of power cresting within him. The room hummed with arcane energy, the air tingling with anticipation. He extended his senses, feeling the delicate threads of magic intertwine and weave together, forming into a cohesive spell.
"It's happening," he gasped, his voice tight with effort and elation. "I can feel it."
"Trust yourself," his mentor replied, a hint of pride coloring his tone. "Now, release it."
With a final surge of determination, he opened himself fully to the magic, allowing it to flow through him and into the spell he had been crafting. The room filled with a soft glow as the spell took shape, shimmering with potential and purpose.
As the magic settled, he slumped back, drained but exhilarated. His mentor smiled warmly, a silent acknowledgment of his achievement. "Well done," he said simply.
"Thank you," he managed to reply, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and satisfaction. He knew this was just the beginning of his journey as a wizard, but in this moment, he felt the weight of his potential and the thrill of his burgeoning power like never before.
"Mmm," she gurgled, his essence spilling from her lips, her belly swollen with his potency as she continued to coax him, hands stroking, mouth still working. Disbelief flickered in her eyes - had she underestimated his strength? Judging a wizard's power by his seed was crude, yet undeniably effective.
At last, Harry relented, allowing her a desperate gasp for air before she was greeted by a final eruption. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her face, leaving her stunned, a portrait of surprise amidst the aftermath.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"But, what? That must have been the loads of sixty average wizards," Narcissa exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe as she obediently rolled over at his gesture. Harry had a curious glint in his eye, eager to see the curve of her stomach swell, the evidence of his power causing her flesh to bulge.
"Oh, my," she finally whispered, her eyes widening as she noticed the change in her stomach, now visibly rounded from the sheer volume. Harry pulled her closer, her back against his chest, their legs intertwined in a snug embrace. His hands traced gentle patterns over her swollen belly, causing a shiver to ripple across her skin. "Oh, Master," she cooed, her voice soft with a mixture of awe and submission.
Through their magical bond, Harry glimpsed an image in her mind—a child with her blonde hair and his emerald eyes. The thought of what her swollen belly could signify made her heart race with a blend of wonder and yearning.
"Not soon, but if you're a good girl, perhaps one day," Harry murmured, his voice soothing yet filled with a promise of the unknown.
Narcissa clasped his hands in hers, squeezing them with a fierce determination. "I will be a good girl, Master, I swear. I'll get better. I know you desire...more, someone with more experience. I'll keep practicing," she declared, her resolve unwavering.
Harry smiled, feeling the sincerity in her touch and the resolve in her words. "That's what I like to hear, Narcissa. Keep showing me that determination, and who knows what the future holds?" His tone was gentle, but there was an underlying current of excitement for the possibilities that lay ahead.
He pressed a tender kiss into her hair, secretly reveling in its warmth and softness like a comforting curtain.
"Good girls savor their essence," Harry teased playfully, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he gathered his seed on two fingers. Narcissa obediently parted her lips, leaning back into the curve of his neck to meet his gaze as he fed her slowly. Despite the intimacy of the act, despite its daring nature, Narcissa melted at the taste of him. It felt like the most intimate and romantic gesture she had ever experienced.
Once he finished, Harry allowed her to bathe him in silence, his mind racing with thoughts while she carefully tended to him in the luxurious tub. Narcissa was a promising beginning.
"A very promising beginning," he corrected himself mentally, feeling her ample breasts pressed against his back as she diligently washed his lower body. She possessed power, wealth, and a grand estate. Yet, his magical reserves remained modest, his strength a mere fraction of what it should be—what he had glimpsed in Tom's memories.
"Master, have I displeased you?" Narcissa asked softly, her hands gentle as she massaged and soaped his feet. Harry smiled warmly at her, his thoughts briefly flitting to Lucius' missed opportunity. Despite his own inclinations towards other men, Lucius had foolishly overlooked the potential in someone as naturally demure and submissive as Narcissa. She was a gem waiting to be polished.
"No, pet. You haven't displeased me," Harry reassured her, his voice gentle yet tinged with frustration. "I'm simply frustrated by the lack of followers I have. You've... pleased me by allowing me to mark you, by submitting to me." He chose his words carefully, omitting the fact that her submission had not been entirely voluntary when he branded her. Narcissa beamed at him, her admiration clear in her eyes.
"But I'll need more. Many more," Harry continued, his tone firm with determination. His mind raced with plans and ambitions, knowing that building a following was essential to achieving his goals.
"Of course," Narcissa murmured, her touch soothing as she caressed his shins, up to his thighs, and finally with a loving stroke of his flaccid cock. "Morgana couldn't solely support Merlin after all, and I am no Morgana." She paused, her voice gentle yet hinting at a suggestion. "My lord, if I may be so bold, perhaps you should consider Hogwarts? This generation is known for its exceptional power."
"It is?" Harry asked, genuinely intrigued by her insight into their former classmates.
Narcissa gave him a tentative smile that gradually widened. "Yes, master. There are many girls from powerful Houses at Hogwarts in this generation. Chang, Bones, Greengrass, Zabini..." She trailed off, her expression coy. "It's said that Mother Magic orchestrates the birth of so many powerful girls at once to ensure there are suitable companions for her champion." Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his thigh, rousing his interest. "And this is the year those girls become women, after all."
Harry considered her words, the implications sinking in. Hogwarts had always been a crucible of talent and potential, but he had never fully appreciated the strength and influence of his former classmates. Now, the idea of recruiting from among them seemed not just practical, but strategically advantageous.
"You have a keen mind, Narcissa," Harry acknowledged warmly, his thoughts already turning towards the possibilities. "I believe you're onto something. We'll start with Hogwarts then, and see where that leads us."
Narcissa smiled, her devotion evident in her gaze as she nodded. "Yes, master. I'll assist however I can."
As Harry's ambitions grew, fueled by Narcissa's insight and support, he began to envision a future where his influence extended far beyond what he had initially imagined. Hogwarts, with its talented and powerful students, would be his first step towards building the following he needed to fulfill his destiny.
"You know, Narcissa," Harry's voice dropped to a low, gravelly tone as he pulled her close, the bathwater splashing around them as she squealed in surprise. He kissed her fiercely, his hand squeezing her ample, heart-shaped ass. "You might be onto something."
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