CHAPTER 34: A MOTHER'S FURY

Sex with Harry was always a messy affair, given his absurd precum and cum loads, but she could feel herself gushing out her own cream as she came on his cock. "I'm coming - ah, ah, ah," She moaned, and looked down to see his cock, his pubic hair, coated in her creamy grool, mixed with his copious precum. The sight was intensely arousing, particularly because she knew he'd make her clean it all up after, make her eat every last drop.

Lucius watched on, unable to believe his eyes. How had his wife fallen prey to this, this, teenager? The boy? But this wasn't a boy, anymore. He had power, he had a huge cock, and he was using it to ruin his wife. His veins boiled, hot, his throat parched, his head pounding - what had the boy done to him? Despite himself, he shifted and writhed in his restraints, all too aware of the erection he had, desperate to get some sort of sensation on it, even as the shame and the guilt overwhelmed him. Narcissa looked so astonishing, and as much as he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't deny the beauty, the sex appeal, of the ravishing blonde. His wife.

Harry's laughter interrupted him, and Lucius stiffened as he realized the boy had seen his arousal.

"Looks like your husband isn't totally gay, after all. Just incapable of being a husband to his wife." Harry jabbed.

Lucius gulped as he saw Narcissa completely ignore his words, focused only on bouncing on his cock, her hands on Potter's shoulders for support as she rode him, faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum in your wife, Lucius."

At that, Narcissa startled, slamming her pussy down, grabbing his shoulders for leverage, wanting to make it as good as possible for him.

"No," Harry growled, pulling her forward onto him, grabbing her butt roughly and squeezing it. With his arms around her, she could only gasp and moan as Harry started rocking his hips, thrusting into her from below, using her as his personal cock-sleeve as he rocked closer to his orgasm.

"Yes, use me, my love, cum in me." Narcissa called out, eyes unfocused.

"Fuck," Harry bit out as his balls clapped against her ass, his hands on each of her cheeks, holding her in place as he fucked her, feeling her ass jiggle with each thrust. She couldn't move but she could grind, rotating her hips.

"Oh, oh, oh," She cried out. "I'm going to cum again!"

"Cum for me, Cissy. Show your ex what I do for you."

"YES! Harry," She sobbed, her orgasm running through her, and Harry could only gasp as he felt her pussy squeeze his cock as she came, her whole body vibrating.

"Fuuuck!" Harry sighed in satisfaction as he exploded inside her, her incredible heat and tightness too much for him. His cock surged out cream, pulsing out huge ropes of cum, deep inside her.

"Oh, yes, my lord, my heart," Narcissa tossed back her sweaty hair, grinding her hips gently, and captured his lips. "Cum in me, beloved. Fill me up with every last drop." She murmured, whimpering as he smacked her ass and pulled her even closer. She could feel him shooting his hot load into her very core, and it felt like he was making her whole.

A whole minute later, and he was more or less finished, his cock slowing to a dribble, her stomach curving out. She collapsed into his chest, mewing in contentment as he traced a finger down her spine. They lay there, relaxing, enjoying the post orgasm feeling.

"I think you've put a few gallons inside me, lover." Narcissa giggled.

"What can I say? You inspire me." Harry said lazily.

"I love it." Narcissa pressed a kiss to his jaw. "It feels like you've put a baby in me. Wouldn't that be so amazing?" She sighed dreamily.

"Maybe one day," Harry promised, barely thinking about it, but she beamed at him, thrilled. She sat back and watched in amazement at their joined groins and the collective mess. When she was sure she had his attention, she slowly dismounted, his cream and grool covered cock appearing inch by inch, almost completely white and being covered in more of their fluids by her spouting pussy.

Narcissa was quick to capture it in her mouth, slurping and moaning as she lapped him clean. Harry watched, hands behind his head, but was distracted suddenly by Lucius collapsing and stilling.

"I think he just died." Harry mentioned off-handedly, canceling the silencing charm on the man.

"Gah," Lucius dribbled blood out of his lips, his veins fully black.

"Maybe not." Harry amended.

Lucius turned to meet his eyes, and Harry was shook to see the man still had triumph in his eyes, even as his wife devoured Harry's cock, licking up every globule of cum.

"You…" Lucius coughed out more blood. "You'll never know my secrets. Narcissa will," Lucius went into a coughing fit, his face speckled in red droplets. "Nar...cissa...will die without knowing she...she...has another child." He burst into maniacal laughter, crying blood.

Narcissa paused, comically rising from where she'd been throating Harry's cock, with wide open eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about, you disgusting excuse for a man?"

Lucius Malfoy laughed mockingly, a sinister sound punctuated by the snot bubbling from his nose. "I'll never tell!" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You may think you know the Dark Lord's secrets, but you'll never know mine."

Narcissa's eyes widened in shock, a flicker of fury igniting within her. "Don't try to drive a wedge between us, Harry! You have no idea of the depth of our love!" Her voice rose, trembling with a mixture of anger and defiance.

Lucius snorted derisively, a globule of blood dribbling from his mouth, making him look more alive than he had moments before. "What kind of rituals did he use to warp your mind, you vapid whore? Is he a man to steal your mind and twist it into something grotesque?"

Narcissa's patience snapped. With a swift movement, she pulled her wand from its concealed holster, the air crackling with her fury. "Let me kill him, Master! He dares to judge you, judge our bond!" Her voice was fierce, a mix of desperation and rage.

"Wait!" Harry interrupted, feeling a surge of determination as he stood up. He closed his eyes, summoning every memory of Tom Riddle's Legilimency he had encountered. He remembered the lessons learned from a master in Prague, the accidental ripping of a man's mind from him when merely seeking to grasp knowledge of runes, and the countless times he had read the minds of Death Eaters. Tom had spent endless hours in Lucius's mind, extracting secrets and fears as if they were the most precious treasures. He knew Lucius's mind paths as intimately as his own, understood the intricacies of his Occlumency defenses, and was confident that they would not withstand his probing. "Legilimens!"

A wave of emotions crashed over him: fear, rage, and overwhelming shame. Secrets upon secrets flooded his consciousness. He felt the pride that came with being the Dark Lord's most trusted lieutenant, coupled with a deep-rooted fear of the Dark Lord himself, the shame of hidden desires, and humiliations that twisted Lucius's power into something darker.

Then, a revelation emerged from the depths—Narcissa, his beloved, pregnant with their child. Lucius's fear morphed into panic at the thought of what the Dark Lord might do to their family, what he might do to their innocent child. He relived the memories of the chaotic day of the birth, the fear of exposure weighing heavily on him. The Manor was in disarray, stained with blood and the wails of newborns echoing through the halls.

When the moment came, it was not one child but two that Narcissa bore. The anticipated son was overshadowed by the shock of a daughter—a daughter he never wanted anyone to know about. Narcissa had beamed with joy, but Lucius had felt a suffocating dread. The whispers of Rookwood, Crabbe, and the rest of the Death Eaters haunted him. The Dark Lord was rising, families were dying, and this world was far too perilous to raise a child in.

He could protect one child, he reasoned. The connections he had in Europe, in Russia, could ensure their safety. She could grow up away from the shadows, attend Durmstrang, and become a powerful witch, untainted by the darkness surrounding them. But Narcissa would never accept that—he knew her too well.

Drawing a deep breath, Lucius raised his wand and cast "Obliviate," severing that memory from her forever.

Harry recoiled, the weight of what he had seen crashing down on him. "You discarded your own daughter?" He stared incredulously at Lucius, raising a brow in disbelief.

"What…what?" Narcissa gasped, confusion clouding her features.

"Cissy, come here, now," Harry commanded, his tone firm yet compassionate.

Despite her shock, Narcissa obeyed instinctively, allowing Harry to pull her into his embrace as he positioned his wand against her temple. She was unafraid; trust coursed between them like a bond forged in fire. As he murmured a spell, the fog that had clouded her mind began to dissipate, old memories rushing back into focus.

A wail escaped her lips as she buried herself deeper into Harry's chest, the sobs wracking her body. "My daughter!" she cried, her voice thick with grief.

"It's okay, it's okay," Harry whispered, rubbing her back soothingly, trying to console her as the reality of the loss washed over her.

"He stole my daughter from me!" Narcissa exclaimed, the anguish in her voice transforming into fury as she spun around, arms raised high, magic swirling around her like a tempest. "I'll kill him! I'll make him pay!"

Lucius gurgled blood as he struggled to comprehend what had just transpired, his eyes widening in horror. "You…you read my mind? But…my Occlumency—"

Narcissa's spell silenced him forever, severing his head from his body in a flash of raw power. The next incantation gouged out his chest, a gaping cavity spilling blood across the room, splattering Harry's robes. As the final spell left Narcissa's lips, taking off Lucius's manhood, Harry winced and swiftly plucked the wand from her hand.

Immediately, she collapsed against him, her grief pouring out like a broken dam. "My baby—he took my baby!" she moaned, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

"Let it all out, Cissy," Harry urged softly, holding her tightly as the weight of their shared grief As the echoes of chaos subsided, a heavy silence enveloped the room, thick with the aftermath of their confrontation. Harry felt the gravity of what they had just uncovered weigh on both him and Narcissa. It was a shared sorrow that bound them, but beneath that sorrow lay a flicker of hope and a fierce determination to make things right.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Harry said softly, moving to lift Narcissa into his arms. Her expression was a mix of shock and relief, the intensity of their recent ordeal still etched across her face. He carried her toward the bathroom, his heart heavy with the knowledge of what they had just learned about her daughter.

"Get her back?" Narcissa echoed, her voice trembling as she searched Harry's eyes for confirmation.

"Yes," Harry replied, setting her gently down by the edge of the bathtub. "Helena is at Durmstrang, the same age as Draco and me. We will find her."

"Helena…" Narcissa let the name linger in the air, tasting it as if it were a long-forgotten melody. "We'll really get her back?"

Harry turned the taps, hot water rushing into the tub, bubbles forming and spilling over the edges. "Absolutely. We'll get her back," he assured her, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss across her forehead. "And when we do, she'll be safe with us. Just imagine—she'll be a part of our family."

Narcissa's eyes lit up at the thought, her tears momentarily forgotten. "We'll serve you together!" she exclaimed, her spirit rekindled by the idea of reclaiming her daughter.

As the water filled the tub, Harry settled in behind her, the warmth enveloping them both. "Let's wash away all this blood," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close against him. "Then we can start planning."

Narcissa leaned back against him, surrendering to the soothing sensation of the water. "You're right," she sighed, her voice softening. "I've been so lost. All I could think about was the pain."

"I know," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "But we'll get through this together. I won't let you face it alone." He began to wash the remnants of their battle from her skin, each stroke both cleansing and comforting.

As he worked, a thought crossed his mind, igniting a spark of mischief. "You know, when we find Helena, we'll have to show her just how much fun we can have together," he teased, grinning as he imagined the possibilities.

Narcissa turned her head slightly, a smile teasing her lips. "What do you have in mind, Harry?"

"Picture it," he began, his voice low and conspiratorial. "The three of us, united. We can teach her everything—the magic, the freedom. You can be her guide, just like you've guided me."

Her breath hitched, excitement flickering in her eyes. "Yes! She will be strong, just like us."

Harry's heart swelled at her enthusiasm. "And I'll be there, too. I'll show you both how to harness that strength."

Narcissa nodded fervently, her spirit lifting as they shared this vision. "We will make her proud."

As they soaked in the warmth, the mood shifted, turning more playful. "So, when are we going to tell her the truth about her lineage?" Harry mused, a smirk playing on his lips.

"We have to be careful," Narcissa warned, her brow furrowing slightly. "She may have grown up in darkness; we must ensure she trusts us."

"Agreed," Harry said, his tone serious again. "But once we establish that trust, we'll show her the love she's been missing."

The bathwater swirled around them, a sanctuary amid the turmoil. Harry felt a deep connection to Narcissa, not just as allies in their quest but as partners in a deeper sense. They shared more than just a mission; they shared a bond forged in pain and hope.

"Whatever comes next, we'll face it together," he vowed, his grip tightening around her.

Narcissa looked into his eyes, her expression fierce yet tender. "Yes, together."

Harry smiled softly, his fingers still gently brushing through Narcissa's hair, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. "I saw my parents," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know what to expect, but there they were, just standing there, smiling at me. It was like I could feel their love wrapping around me."

Narcissa's gaze softened, her expression shifting to one of understanding. "That must have been… powerful," she said, her fingers trailing along his arm. "To see them again, even if just for a moment."

"It was," Harry continued, his heart aching with the memory. "But it was also bittersweet. I realized that it's not enough just to see them. I want to make them proud. I want to build a future where I can be the person they would have wanted me to be."

Narcissa nodded, her eyes glistening with empathy. "You will, Harry. You're already doing it. You're fighting for what's right, for family." She paused, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And soon, you'll be fighting for Helena, too."

"Exactly," Harry replied, feeling a surge of determination. "And I'll do whatever it takes to bring her back to us. I want to create a safe space for her, where she can feel loved and wanted—something we both know she's been missing."

A silence fell between them, heavy with the weight of their shared pasts and the futures they hoped to forge. Harry felt a sense of purpose building within him, a fire igniting as he considered the journey ahead. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "But there's more, Narcissa. I realized that the Mirror shows us our deepest desires, but it can also be a trap. Dumbledore warned me about that."

"Dumbledore?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yeah. He told me that it's easy to get lost in those visions, to forget that they're not reality. We can't let our desires consume us. We have to fight for them, to take action."

Narcissa regarded him thoughtfully. "And you intend to take action? With Helena, and with everything else?"

"Absolutely," he affirmed. "I've spent too long letting others dictate my fate. I want to shape my destiny, our destiny. I won't let fear or uncertainty hold me back any longer."

Her smile returned, radiant and filled with admiration. "I believe in you, Harry. You have the strength to do it. And I'll be right here by your side, supporting you every step of the way."

He felt her warmth against him, and it stirred a deeper connection. "Together," he echoed, feeling the gravity of their partnership, a promise forged in the fires of struggle and love.

"And with Helena, we'll create something beautiful," Narcissa added, her eyes sparkling with hope. "We'll give her the family she deserves, one built on love and loyalty."

"Yes," Harry agreed, his resolve solidifying. "No more loneliness for her. No more abandonment. We'll make her feel cherished, like you deserve to feel."

Narcissa shifted slightly, her playful spirit returning. "And if you ever need a reminder of what love looks like, just remember that I'm here for you. All of me, body and soul."

"Believe me, I won't forget," Harry said, his voice low and filled with promise. He pulled her closer, feeling the heat radiating between them. "You've already shown me what it means to be loved."

As they sank deeper into the warmth of the bath, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them and their shared determination to reclaim what was lost.

"I'll do anything for you, Harry," Narcissa whispered, her fingers dancing along his arm, igniting a spark of warmth that flowed between them.

"And I for you," he replied, his heart swelling with the weight of his feelings. "Now and always."

As the last remnants of their turmoil washed away, Harry and Narcissa found a moment of tranquility. The bond between them felt unbreakable, a tether that would guide them through the challenges ahead, fueled by love, loyalty, and the promise of a future they would build together.

Harry took her hairbrush from the side table and stroked her hair gently as they lay back, savoring the warmth of the water. "Patience, my love. We don't know how approachable Helena will be, how much she knows. Lucius rarely checked in with her, sending her money and gifts anonymously. We'll need to take her in slowly, so we don't scare her away."

Narcissa's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "My poor little girl. She's been so lonely and abandoned."

"We'll show her lots of love," Harry promised, his heart swelling with determination. He leaned back against the tub, feeling the warmth seep into his muscles, and allowed his mind to drift for a moment.

Narcissa nestled against him, her presence comforting. "What do you envision for our family?" she asked softly.

Harry pondered for a moment. "Family, always. In my first year at Hogwarts, I saw family in the Mirror of Erised. And just days ago, I saw a vision of a family filled with strong, beautiful women. A family where we all love and support each other."

Narcissa tilted her head to look at him, her expression one of admiration. "Then we will build that family together. You deserve everything you desire."

Harry smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "You've always been by my side, and I want you to be a part of this."

"I'll do whatever it takes to support you," she said, her voice steady with resolve. "We'll find Helena, and together we will show her that she's not alone."

"Yes," Harry replied, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "And maybe we can bring others into our fold. I've always admired Fleur Delacour. She has such strength and beauty."

Narcissa chuckled lightly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "The Triwizard champion? I remember her well. If that's who you desire, we will make it happen."

Harry's heart raced at the thought, but he kept his focus. "It's about building something bigger than ourselves. We can create a family where everyone feels valued and loved."

"Then Fleur Delacour it is," Narcissa affirmed, her tone filled with determination. "With my connections, we can secure an invitation to the next gathering. She won't be able to resist your charm."

Harry leaned in closer, the warmth of the moment enveloping them. "Together, we can achieve anything. I'm grateful to have you by my side."

Narcissa smiled, her spirit rekindled. "We'll face the future together, my love. No matter the obstacles, I promise to be with you every step of the way."

As they embraced in the warmth of the bath, both felt a renewed sense of hope and determination for the journey that lay ahead.

As they settled into the comfortable silence, the water gently lapping against the sides of the tub, Harry took a moment to reflect on everything that had brought them to this point. The chaos of the recent events felt distant, overshadowed by the warmth of Narcissa's presence and the hope they had ignited together.

Narcissa turned slightly to look at him, her expression thoughtful. "Harry, tell me more about Helena. What kind of person do you think she is?"

Harry considered her question. "I imagine she's strong, like you. Growing up in Durmstrang, she must have faced her own challenges, especially with Lucius as her father. I want to show her that she's not defined by her lineage. We can help her carve out her own identity."

Narcissa nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "She'll need guidance, especially if she's been isolated. We can create a safe space for her—a place where she can thrive and be loved."

"Exactly," Harry replied, his heart swelling with pride for the woman beside him. "We'll make sure she knows she's part of a family that values her for who she is, not just her last name."

The thought of Helena joining them filled him with a sense of purpose. They would show her a different kind of life, one filled with warmth and acceptance.

"Have you thought about how we'll approach her?" Narcissa asked, breaking into his thoughts.

"We'll start with honesty," Harry said, determination threading through his voice. "We can reach out to her carefully, maybe through letters. Let her know that she has a family who cares about her and wants to be in her life."

Narcissa smiled, her fingers brushing against his arm. "That's a wonderful idea. I can help draft the letters. Together, we can make them sound inviting and heartfelt."

As they spoke, Harry felt the weight of their shared mission galvanize their connection. "I can't wait to see her face when she realizes she's not alone anymore. She'll have us. She'll have you."

Narcissa leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "And you'll have me, Harry. Always. I want to be a mother to her, just as I've wanted to be for Draco. Family means everything to me."

The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and Harry felt a surge of affection for her. "You'll be an amazing mother to her. She'll be lucky to have you guiding her."

Narcissa's eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "Thank you, Harry. You're giving me hope when I thought I'd lost everything. Together, we can rebuild what was broken."

They both knew the path ahead would not be easy. But in that moment, the shared resolve between them felt like a shield against the trials to come. They were no longer just two people brought together by circumstance; they were a united front, ready to reclaim what had been taken from them.

Harry shifted, looking into Narcissa's eyes. "We'll face whatever challenges come our way, and we'll do it together. I promise."

Narcissa smiled, a radiant light in her eyes. "Together."

As they basked in the warmth of the bath, they began to map out their plan. With each word exchanged, they solidified their bond and the future they hoped to create. Together, they would face the world and bring Helena back into their lives, forging a new family forged from love and resilience.

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