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A span of a few mere feet away from the shattered husk of Voldemort’s last soul container, Harry was treating the pussy of Narcissa Malfoy like she was his own private harlot.
“AHHHHH! AHH! AHHHH! AHHH HAAAAA—RRRRRYYYY!”
Harry hadn’t been aware that Narcissa ever raised her voice like this. He’d certainly never seen it in public. Even more than when he had made her beg for him, he enjoyed making her scream. It made her seem like a whole different woman.
Narcissa was on her back. Harry held her wrists, holding them on either side of her waist. She could look down along her own body and watch Harry’s cock plunge into her. Although her breasts got in the way. Harry’s dick mashed into her womb and made Narcissa cum; then she was only looking at the ceiling, having thrown her head back in ecstasy.
“Does it turn you on?” Harry asked. “Submitting to me?”
“It turns me on so much! You make me so wet! Please fuck this slutty old lady’s pussy! Please please please put a child in me!” Narcissa squealed.
It was so easy getting her to say such things like that it almost wasn’t satisfying. Almost. Narcissa was too fucking hot and her family had put Harry through too much for him to not take the utmost pleasure in this.
Her tits had the firmness of the breasts of a much younger woman. They rolled around on her chest, jiggling impressively. Harry could see all of Narcissa’s slender neck up to her chin since she had thrown her head back so far. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the cold stone floor. She didn’t even notice the temperature.
“Fuck me Harry! Fuck me Harry! Make me YOOOOUUUUURRRRS!”
Narcissa was cumming like a woman possessed. Harry judged she was a cumming almost as much as she had on their first night together, when he lured her out to a private room and firmly made her into one of his women.
Who would have guessed that Narcissa Malfoy would become one of the greatest contributors to winning the war against Voldemort? And all it took was seeing to her needs that had been ignored. Harry chuckled to himself.
“D-Don’t look at me like that!” Narcissa said.
She had seen the amusement on his face. Uncertainty filled her blue eyes.
“I want to look at you this way,” Harry said. He let go of her arms and leaned forward, touching Narcissa’s face. “But don’t worry… You’re not a joke to me. You’re one of mine. And I always take care of mine.”
As he fucked her, the two of them kissed. Harry pushed his tongue toward the back of Draco’s mom’s throat. He grabbed one of her rolling breasts and clenched his fingers into it. Narcissa’s pussy trembled as she felt him squeeze her sensitive flesh. Harry made a pleased grunt as he enjoyed the loveliness in his palm, and when Narcissa heard this she grew excited, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Harry was relentless. Tireless, of course, because his stamina was already well established, but today he kept the utmost focus, not slacking for a single second. Every thrust was the best one he could muster. When he touched Narcissa’s body, he sought her erogenous zones relentlessly.
Narcissa had given him good work. Incredible work. It was only fair that when it came to the payment she desired, he put in as much effort as she had.
The count of how many orgasms she’d gone through kept on climbing. Up and up and up… If she kept squirting like this for much longer she was going to become dehydrated.
Finally, Harry came inside of her. He stopped thrusting for the first time since they began. Harry looked Narcissa in the eyes.
“Is today safe?” he asked.
“Dangerous…” Narcissa said. “The most dangerous…”
“Good,” Harry said.
She looked him in the eyes, understood what had happened and what was going to happen next, and shuddered. Seconds later Harry had put her on his knees.
He took Narcissa from behind. Her figure wasn’t fitting for a woman her age, even a witch who all aged more slowly. Her thick ass contrasted with an hourglass waist and hips. She had the body of a much younger woman. Harry treated her like one as he plowed her hole.
She kept her head down for him in perfect submissive posture. Her pussy was dripping. Each time Harry moved forward her ass clapped, while on the inside her wet folds squished him tighter.
Harry didn’t keep her that way for long. He soon grabbed Narcissa, lifting her up. He reached around her body on one side to take a big fist full of her tits. His left hand went around her waist and found her pussy. He rubbed her clit while his huge dick battered her womb. Harry didn’t even let Narcissa moan; when she turned her head sideways and started to, he kissed her before she could complete the noise.
For a while the meaty thwacking sounds of Harry’s body slamming into Narcissa, his dick plunging to her womb, was the only sound within the room. Distorted reflections of their skin could be seen in the stacks of golden galleons surrounding them. Now that the horcrux was no more, Narcissa was the only treasure Harry had eyes for. His hand came up from her tits and gently held her throat. She was so overcome with pleasure that her eyes rolled up.
Inevitably, Harry came inside her again.
He did not stop. He didn’t slow. He kept fucking her and cumming inside until her pussy couldn’t hold all of it inside. By his third orgasm, Narcissa’s pussy was loosing droplets of semen out of her once tight lips.
Finally, the two of them collapsed on the vault floor again. Harry rolled Narcissa over. This time, he locked her into a true mating press. Her legs stuck up while Harry was fucking her. Narcissa was still crosseyed. She was sticking her lips forward and her tongue out, her cheeks hollowed, making out with Harry with their tongues out of their mouths. How much Narcissa Malfoy had changed to show such a face, even in private. Harry loved it.
He loved it so much that he came in her cunt again, this time dropping his hips with finality. While his bodyweight pressed down on the bottoms of Narcissa’s thighs, Harry continued to kiss her. By now his seed had gone everywhere inside of her, completely taking over her womb. When he eventually lifted himself off of Narcissa, his tip was dripping with white juice.
She remained splayed out on her back, close to unresponsive.
“Now we’re even,” Harry said, unable to resist a small chuckle.
He’d taken her son away, but now, he’d given her a new one.
LINE BREAK
Harry stood in the middle of the Lestrange Vault with a hand mirror in his grip. He shook it gently and spoke the password. “Creampie.”
The surface of the mirror rippled. A face took shape.
“Harry!” said Molly Weasley. “Is everything ready?”
She sounded eager. Harry could vaguely see the background of where she was, enough to tell that she wasn’t home. All was going to plan, then.
“We’re ready,” Harry confirmed.
Molly Weasley smiled impishly. It was the expression of a much younger woman. Harry had seen it on Ginny’s face more than a few times… Including that day that felt so long ago when she snuck to his room in the Burrow to offer him her body.
“All done on your end, then? If I listen carefully, it feels like I can hear something…” Molly said.
Harry shook his head ruefully. Although this was a business call, he supposed there was no need to be stingy. He rewarded Molly’s sharp ears by turning the mirror around.
She was treated to a view from above of Narcissa Malfoy with Harry’s dick sticking down her throat. Narcissa’s eyelids were closed as she rocked back and forth on her knees. She deepthroated Harry obediently. The mirror that Harry was using was a very expensive magical object that worked as well as any Two Way Mirror in the world. It showed Mrs. Weasley the scene in enough detail for her to see the white puddle underneath Narcissa’s crotch. It was growing one white drop at a time as Narcissa’s pussy slowly leaked what she’d been given.
“What a pleasant view,” Mrs. Weasley said. “You’ve been a good influence on her, Harry.”
“You know me Mrs. Weasley.” Harry turned the mirror back around to himself, mustering an impressive look of innocence. “I’m always a good influence.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you influenced me soon,” Mrs. Weasley said. “You know, once this is all over.”
Harry stopped joking, growing serious. “Yes. Once this is over.”
Sensing the change, Mrs. Weasley matched him.
“Should I do it now?” she asked.
“Right now,” Harry said. “The timing won’t get any better. We’re relying on you, Molly. Do your best.”
“Of course, Harry!” Mrs. Weasley said. “I won’t let you down.”
LINE BREAK
Albus Dumbledore was reading reports from order members in his office when the fireplace went green.
An alarm that he designed himself went off. It played two loud and shrill notes. One note would have been a visit from the ministry, while two notes meant that it was one of her dear subordinates.
Dumbledore hastily put aside the reports. They had only been serving to make him angry anyway. The ministry was being so active, fighting the war all WRONG. Why would no one listen to him?
His frustration was tabled for the time being. Albus jumped up off his seat. The visitor was Molly Weasley. She came through the floo so fast that she tumbled and rolled along the floor.
She was in a bad state emotionally. Physically, she appeared to be fine. Dumbledore wondered if one of her children had somehow been harmed. He certainly hoped not. The Weasleys provided a significant portion of his agents these days.
“It’s a disaster, Dumbledore!”
“What is it?” Albus asked. “Please, Molly, tell me calmly and I’ll act immediately.”
Molly jumped to her feet, straightening her robes out of a nervous habit. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing quickly. “Harry’s been captured!”
Dumbledore went still. “He has?”
“It happened two days ago! That nasty, nasty minister hid the news so that people wouldn’t panic!” Molly said. “How could he let this happen?”
It had been a long time coming, Dumbledore mused, the way that Scrimgeour had been sending Harry out on dangerous tasks. Inevitably, that soft young boy would land in a situation where the aurors couldn’t save him.
Extremely annoying, to be certain. The timing wasn’t right. There were too many horcruxes that Dumbledore hadn’t located. The one inside of Harry would have to be destroyed last in all of Dumbledore’s calculations. He needed more time before Harry died. Not for the first time, he bemoaned the ridiculous rebellious streak that had taken root in the boy’s head.
“Where is he being held?” Dumbledore asked.
“Malfoy Manor! Voldemort himself is there,” Molly said. “For some reason, he hasn’t killed Harry yet. Harry managed to send us a message, sir, with a modified version of one of those coins Hermione made, the ones they used for their defense club last year. He’s begging for help, sir! He’s begging for…” Molly swallowed, so overcome with emotion that it was hard for her to get the words out. “For you, sir.”
For a moment, Dumbledore stood there, stiller than a statue.
He broke into movement, his colorful robes flowing around him.
“Summon the order,” Dumbledore commanded. “Tell them that we have a mission more dangerous than any before.”
“You mean…” Mrs. Weasley said.
“I mean that we will be going to rescue him, of course.” Dumbledore stopped beside the fireplace, looking down at Molly with a smile. “You didn’t think I would leave him, did you? If Harry has no one else, he has me.”
That’s how it was always supposed to be. Harry was meant to follow Dumbledore’s words and be molded into what was needed. At some point, he became arrogant. He started making mistakes and refused Dumbledore’s guidance. It created a long, unending headache for the headmaster, but he accepted it, because no one said saving the world was supposed to be easy.
Now they’d reached the end of that path. Harry inevitably found himself in trouble after running astray. He had been hurt, possibly tortured, and felt abandoned.
When Dumbledore saved him, he’d be so grateful that he’d forget all his rebelliousness. Things would be back on track.
It was not too late.
Dumbledore went through the green flames to begin rallying his troops.
Behind him, alone in his office, Molly Weasley suddenly stopped looking so nervous. She even smiled slightly.
Harry was going to “influence” her plenty for this one. She couldn’t wait.