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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Narcissa's eyes were wide, her chest heaving as Harry's finger circled that forbidden entrance. The great Narcissa Malfoy, spread out on his dining table like a debauched queen, her cunt still leaking his seed, her magnificent tits rising and falling with each nervous breath.
"Harry," she breathed, and there was something different in her voice now. Not the confident, teasing witch who had strutted into his drawing room. "I told you, I've never..."
"I know," Harry said, his voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through her body. He pressed his finger just a little deeper, feeling that tight ring of muscle clench around him. "That's what makes it perfect."
She shivered, her legs instinctively trying to close, but Harry was positioned between them, his broad shoulders keeping her spread wide and exposed. He could see everything from here. Her swollen, well-fucked pussy still dripping with his cum, and just below it, that tiny, puckered hole that had winked at him so invitingly when she'd been stuck in his fireplace.
"Just relax," he murmured, pulling his finger free and bringing it to her cunt instead, gathering the slick mixture of her arousal and his seed. "I'll make you feel good, I promise."
"That's not what I'm worried about," Narcissa muttered, but her protest was weak, her hips already shifting, chasing his touch despite her words.
Harry grinned, spreading the slippery fluid around her back entrance, coating it liberally. "What are you worried about then?"
"That I'll become addicted to your cock," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "That I'll never be able to go back to... to normal after this."
"Good," Harry said simply, and pushed his finger inside.
Narcissa gasped, her whole body going rigid. The sensation was foreign, strange, nothing like she'd ever felt before. Harry's finger was thick, stretching her in ways that bordered on uncomfortable, but there was something else too. A dark, forbidden pleasure that sparked through her nerve endings.
"That's it," Harry encouraged, working his finger slowly in and out. "Just like that. Let me in."
He watched her face, fascinated by the play of emotions across her aristocratic features. Uncertainty giving way to curiosity. Curiosity melting into reluctant pleasure. And beneath it all, that same desperate need that had made her scream for his cock earlier.
"More," she whispered, surprising them both. "I can take more."
Harry obliged, adding a second finger and feeling her stretch around him. Narcissa moaned, her head falling back against the table, her hands gripping the edges so hard her knuckles went white.
"Look at you," Harry said, his cock throbbing at the sight. "The dignified Lady Malfoy, begging for fingers in her arse. If only the wizarding world could see you now."
"Shut up," Narcissa gasped, but there was no heat in it. Her hips were moving now, pushing back against his fingers, fucking herself on them. "Just... don't stop. Please don't stop."
Harry scissored his fingers, stretching her further, preparing her for what was to come. His cock was fully hard again, standing proud and thick, still glistening with the remnants of their earlier coupling. He couldn't wait to bury it in that tight, virgin hole.
"I think you're ready," he announced, pulling his fingers free with a wet sound.
Narcissa lifted her head, her eyes going to his cock and widening. "That's... that's too big. It won't fit."
"It'll fit," Harry assured her, gathering more of the slick mess from her cunt and stroking it along his shaft. "Every inch of it. And you're going to love it."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the fat head of his cock pressing against that tiny hole. Narcissa held her breath, her whole body tense with anticipation.
"Breathe," Harry commanded, and when she exhaled, he pushed forward.
The head of his cock breached her ring with a pop, and Narcissa screamed.
"FUCK! Oh fuck, oh Merlin, oh FUCK!"
Harry paused, giving her a moment to adjust, though every instinct was screaming at him to slam forward and bury himself to the hilt. She was impossibly tight, her arse gripping his cockhead like a vice, squeezing him so hard he could feel his pulse throbbing against her walls.
"Too big," Narcissa whimpered, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "You're too fucking big!"
"You can take it," Harry said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just relax. Let me in."
He pushed forward another inch, then another, watching her face contort with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her arse was swallowing him slowly, that impossibly tight channel stretching to accommodate his girth.
"Oh gods," Narcissa moaned, her voice cracking. "I can feel every inch. Every fucking inch splitting me open."
"That's because you're a greedy little slut," Harry growled, pushing deeper still. "Your arse is swallowing my cock like it was made for this."
He was halfway in now, and the sensation was indescribable. Tighter than anything he'd ever felt, hot and gripping, her muscles fluttering around him as she struggled to adjust. He reached down and found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, and felt her immediately relax.
"There we go," he encouraged, sliding another inch inside. "Good girl. Taking my cock so well."
"Please," Narcissa whimpered, though whether she was begging him to stop or continue, he couldn't tell. "Please, Harry..."
He gave her what she needed, pushing forward until finally, finally, his hips met her arse and he was buried to the root inside her. His pelvis pressed flush against her cheeks, his heavy balls hanging beneath, his cock throbbing in the impossibly tight grip of her virgin arsehole.
"All of it," Harry breathed, holding perfectly still. "Every inch. How does it feel?"
Narcissa couldn't speak. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed, her whole body trembling. His cock was so deep inside her she could feel it in her stomach, stretching her in ways she'd never imagined possible. It was overwhelming, consuming, and beneath the discomfort, there was a dark pleasure building that threatened to destroy her.
"Full," she finally managed. "So fucking full."
"Good," Harry said, and began to move.
He pulled back slowly, watching his cock emerge glistening from her arse, then pushed forward again. Narcissa moaned, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the table as he set a slow, deliberate pace.
"That's it," he encouraged, his thumb still working her clit. "Take it. Take my cock like the perfect little fucktoy you are."
Each thrust drove her higher, the combination of his cock in her arse and his fingers on her clit creating sensations she'd never experienced before. It was filthy and wrong and absolutely incredible, and Narcissa found herself pushing back to meet him, wanting more, needing more.
"Harder," she begged, all pretense of dignity abandoned. "Fuck me harder. Use me."
Harry obliged, increasing his pace, his hips snapping forward with more force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mixed with Narcissa's increasingly desperate moans.
"Listen to you," Harry growled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "The refined Lady Malfoy, begging to be used like a common whore. What would your pure-blood friends think if they could see you now? Spread out on a table, getting your arse fucked raw?"
"Don't care," Narcissa gasped, her orgasm building like a tidal wave. "Don't care, don't care, just don't stop!"
Harry leaned forward, changing the angle, and Narcissa screamed as his cock pressed against something inside her that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body.
"RIGHT THERE! FUCK! RIGHT THERE!"
He pounded into that spot relentlessly, his heavy balls swinging with each brutal thrust, slapping against the curve of her arse. Narcissa was falling apart beneath him, her body convulsing, her voice rising to an inhuman pitch.
"I'M GOING TO CUM! OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING FROM YOUR COCK IN MY ARSE!"
Her orgasm hit like a thunderbolt, her whole body seizing up, her arsehole clenching around him so tight he had to grit his teeth to hold back his own release. She squirted, her pussy gushing clear fluid all over the table, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Harry fucked her through it, extending her pleasure until she was sobbing and begging for mercy. Only then did he slow, pulling out of her twitching hole with a wet pop.
But he wasn't done with her. Not even close.
"On your knees," he commanded, his cock jutting out in front of him, slick with the evidence of where it had been.
Narcissa rolled off the table on trembling legs, nearly collapsing before catching herself on the edge. She sank to her knees before him, looking up through glazed eyes at the massive cock pointing at her face.
"Clean it," Harry ordered.
Narcissa hesitated for only a moment before her mouth opened and her tongue extended, lapping at the head of his cock with tentative strokes. The taste was strange but not unpleasant, and beneath her submission, she felt a dark thrill at her own degradation.
"That's it," Harry groaned, his hand tangling in her hair. "Such a good little slut."
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Harry watched, mesmerised by the sight of this elegant, sophisticated witch worshipping his cock like it was the centre of her universe.
"Deeper," he demanded, pushing her head forward. "Show me how much you want it."
Narcissa relaxed her throat and let him slide deeper, fighting her gag reflex as his cock pushed past her soft palate. Harry's grip in her hair tightened as he felt the tight embrace of her throat, so different from her cunt or her arse but equally incredible.
"Fuck," he breathed, pulling back and then pushing forward again, fucking her face with slow, deep strokes. "Your throat feels so good. Such a pretty little cocksucker."
Narcissa could only moan around him, her eyes watering, drool escaping the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin. Her tits bounced with each thrust, those magnificent breasts that had started this whole encounter, and Harry reached down to grip one, pinching her nipple hard.
She squealed around his cock, the vibrations making him groan. He fucked her throat harder, deeper, using her mouth like just another hole for his pleasure. And Narcissa loved it. Loved being used, loved being debased, loved the feeling of his massive cock choking her.
When he finally pulled out, she gasped for breath, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. Her face was a mess, makeup smeared, tears streaming down her cheeks, drool coating her chin and dripping onto her chest.
"Beautiful," Harry said, meaning it. "The prettiest little whore in Britain."
"More," Narcissa gasped, her voice raw. "Please, Harry. I need more."
Harry grinned, his hand fisting in her hair and pulling her back onto his cock. This time he gave her no chance to adjust, simply burying himself in her throat and holding her there. Her eyes went wide, her throat convulsing around him, her hands gripping his thighs as she struggled to breathe.
He held her for long seconds, watching her face turn red, feeling her throat massage his cock as she gagged. Only when her nails dug into his flesh did he release her, pulling out to let her gulp down air before driving back in.
"That's it," he growled, setting a punishing pace. "Choke on my cock. Show me how desperate you are."
Narcissa submitted completely, letting him use her throat however he wanted. She was a mess, spit and tears running down her face, her mascara smeared into dark circles beneath her eyes. But beneath the degradation, her cunt was dripping, her nipples were hard, and every nerve in her body was singing with pleasure.
Harry's thrusts became erratic, his grip in her hair tightening. "Fuck, I'm going to cum. Going to paint you with my seed."
He pulled out at the last second, his cock erupting with a force that surprised even him. The first rope of cum splattered across her face, landing in a thick stripe from her chin to her forehead. The second caught her open mouth and cheek. The third coated her neck.
And he kept cumming, aiming lower now, painting her magnificent tits with his seed. Thick white ropes decorated her flesh, dripping down over her nipples, pooling in her cleavage. He stroked himself through the last spurts, coating her stomach, her thighs, every inch of exposed skin he could reach.
When he finally finished, Narcissa looked like she'd been caught in a snowstorm. A snowstorm made entirely of his cum.
"Merlin's balls," Harry breathed, looking down at his handiwork.
Narcissa was kneeling before him, absolutely covered in his seed. It dripped from her hair, slid down her cheeks, hung in thick strands from her nipples. Her tongue darted out to lick what she could reach from her lips, and the sight of that had his cock twitching with renewed interest.
"Look at you," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "The pure-blood queen, kneeling in my drawing room, covered in my cum."
"Merry Christmas to you too," Narcissa managed, her voice hoarse from the throat-fucking she'd received. A drop of cum fell from her eyelash, and she blinked it away with what dignity she could muster.
Harry helped her to her feet, his hands sliding through the mess on her body, spreading it around even more. Her dress was ruined, bunched around her waist, soaked with sweat and other fluids. Her hair hung in wet strings, matted with his seed.
"Time to send you home," Harry said, guiding her toward the fireplace.
Narcissa's legs were shaky, barely supporting her as he led her to the hearth. She was a sight to behold. Tits out, cum dripping down every inch of exposed skin, looking thoroughly debauched.
"Like this?" she protested weakly. "You can't possibly..."
"Like this," Harry confirmed, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Every inch the high-class witch you arrived as."
Narcissa huffed indignantly, but there was no real heat behind it. She knew what she looked like. Knew that anyone who saw her arrive at Malfoy Manor would know exactly what she'd been doing.
The thought shouldn't have excited her as much as it did.
She bent down to grab a fistful of Floo powder, and Harry's breath caught in his throat. Even now, even after everything, the sight of her bending over sent blood rushing to his cock. Her arse was still pink from his attention, and he could see the evidence of their coupling dripping down her thighs.
"Well," Narcissa said, straightening up with what dignity she could muster, cum still dripping from her chin onto her exposed breasts. She lifted her nose in the air, attempting to look regal despite her thoroughly debauched state. "This has been... educational. I suppose I shall have to thank you properly some other—"
Harry's hand came down on her arse with a resounding CRACK.
Narcissa yelped, the floo powder scattering as she stumbled forward into the green flames. "MALFOY MANOR—!"
Her shriek was cut off as the fire swallowed her, whisking her away covered in cum, tits out, looking like the most expensive whore in wizarding Britain.
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.