Maturity of Magic
RougeAtomic
Summary:
Harry Potter finds himself strangely attracted to older Witches. Something many of them are happy to take advantage of.
Harry x Multi
Chapter 1
Chapter Text
"Here we are! The old Black family home. My mother grew up here, you know."
Harry looked around the decrepit home, fighting down the urge to sniff in distaste. The place was really run down, but it was better better than the Dursleys, and beggars couldn't be choosers after all.
The woman, Tonks, who refused to share her first name with him, had picked him up from his relatives home earlier. She had claimed to be Sirius' cousin, and to be in contact with him, something that made him somewhat suspicious, but she had been able to provide proof.
Tonks had been nice to him so far, if somewhat teasing. She had done her best to get a rise out of him, he could tell, flaunting her body in ways most of his roommates would have drooled over. But he didn't fall for it, having his own specific taste for women.
After that she had simply apparated him into London, where she revealed the old Black family home located at 12 Grimmauld Place.
"It's… homely." Harry replied hesitantly.
Tonks snorted. "You mean it's a dump. Place hasn't been lived in for a years, and the elf has finally decided to at least clean some of the place since she arrived."
"She?" Harry noticed that Tonks referred to whoever "she" was with some importance.
"Err…" Tonk's missed a step and nearly tripped, reddening in embarrassment as his question seemed to catch her off guard. "You'll find out soon, I'm sure Sirius will explain."
They entered the kitchen area, where a modest table had been set up. Two people sat at it, and Harry instantly recognized one of them. "Sirius!"
"Harry!" Sirius replied happily, standing up and giving him a hug before looking him over. "You've grown."
"And you certainly look better." Harry replied, seeing Sirius looking almost fully recovered from Azkaban. His skin had regained some color, no longer the pasty unhealthy gray that it used to be. His body was no longer so skinny, and actually had some fat for once.
"Indeed." Sirius preened. "There is someone special I'd like you to meet."
Harry turned, and found himself facing a beautiful blonde woman that he was sure he had seen somewhere before.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Potter." The woman replied, her voice husky and aristocratic, almost like a river of something sweet. "I'm Narcissa Black, but you may call me by my first name."
"Nice to meet you." Harry returned, trying not to get flustered. "Just Harry is fine."
"So, Harry, how has your summer been?" Sirius interjected, sounding somewhat anxious. His eyes flickered between him and Narcissa, as if there was something he wasn't saying.
He opened his mouth to answer, but Narcissa spoke. "I believe it is prudent that we get to the point, Sirius."
"Right-right…" Sirius trailed off, looking uncomfortable. "Harry, there have been some choices made, things decided lately, that primarily concern you."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, feeling uneasy. His summer had sucked, the last year had been one of the worst in his life if he was being honest, and he didn't want things to get worse.
"I made a secret trip to Gringotts recently, where I made you my heir." Sirius stated. "Among signing documents, transferring wealth, and other things, I came across a problem. You see, my dear cousin, Cissy here, was engaged to Lucius Malfoy in a betrothal contract years ago, one she has been desperately wanting to get out of since. I saw a solution, and I took it."
Harry blinked, and his eyes shifted to Narcissa as he suddenly realized who she was. He had seen her a year ago at the World Cup, alongside Lucius and Draco. And if Sirius was to be believed, she had been forced to wed Lucius. "Ok…"
"What my cousin means to say is that he ended my marriage." Narcissa stated. "I'm no longer Narcissa Malfoy, but instead Narcissa Black. But there was a cost to it all."
His eyes switched between bother Sirius and Narcissa, who were both staring intently at him. "I don't get it, what are you trying to tell me."
"The only way for me to end Narcissa's marriage was for her to fall under ther purview of a member of House Black. Since I made you the heir of House Black, she is now your Courtesan."
-
The lights of London were a sight to see at night, the winding river that ran through the center of the city could be seen from where he stood, along with the city's residents who walked along it. He leaned against an open window in the home's attic, his mind mush as he tried and failed to digest the day's events.
"You look like shit." Harry looked over to the new voice, seeing Sirius staring at him from the room's entrance. "Especially for someone who's courtesan is my cousin."
Harry bit back a response, trying and failing to think of what to do. "I'm not sure what to think about it."
"You're not gay, are you?" Sirius asked suddenly.
Harry sputtered. "N-no! What? Why would you think that?"
Sirius snorted. "Because my cousin is one of the most beautiful women alive, and she's only seemed to have got more busty with age. We might be related, but I still know a beautiful woman when I see one."
"I know how beautiful Narcissa is!" Harry said, his cheeks red in embarrassment. She was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
"So then what's the problem? She's not too old for you, is she?"
Harry wetted his lips, shifting uneasily under her glare. "No… if anything she's exactly the woman I want. I just don't know how to… you know."
Sirius' eyes widened in realization. "Oh! The talk then, well, when a man and woman get together they-"
"Stop! Stop!" Harry nearly yelled, causing Sirius to howl with laughter. "You think this is funny, don't you!"
"Just trying to lighten the mood." Sirius recomposed himself, before looking at him with a fond smile. "Cissy isn't a bad person, and sure, she may have been married to that wanker. But that doesn't mean you can't at least get to know her and talk. Narcissa likes people to be honest with her, so if you have things to speak to her about, tell her. Don't stay up here and brood about it when you have a blonde bombshell waiting for you to join her in bed."
He adjusted his pants, feeling them somewhat tighten at the mention of his new courtesan. He knew what was expected of him this night, yet he was still hesitant. Harry had always wanted to do things the proper way when it came to women, and not have things rushed like they were now.
Yet there was a lingering want in the back of his mind, a desperate desire that threatened to be filled. He had always wanted a wife, or a courtesan, if that's what Narcissa would be, someone who would always be in his corner so he wouldn't be alone in life.
He had spent so much time alone in his life, and really only found some people he got along with when he started attending Hogwarts. The time since the tournament started though, and worse since the summer began, had really made him feel lonely once again. But suddenly he had a way to permanently fix that, to take Narcissa as his courtesan.
Harry stood outside his room with a resigned expression, doing his best to push the awkwardness and hesitation down, not knowing what would happen when he opened the door. With a twist of the doorknob, he entered.
Narcissa sat against the bed, wearing clothes, or a lack of clothing, that made Harry's shaft harden. She wore full white lingerie, stocking, panties, bra, with a light blue lace robe over it all. She was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen to the point it wasn't even close, the robe open in the middle to reveal a busty cleavage. Her blonde hair draped over a shoulder like a waterfall.
"Lord Potter." Narcissa greeted with a kind seductive smile. "I have been waiting for you, it is nearly time for us to go to bed."
For a moment he was dead speechless, before he somewhat composed himself. "Y-You don't have to sleep in my room, Ms- Narcissa." Harry stumbled over his words, his mind doing it's best to reboot at the sight before him.
Narcissa frowned. "I assure you that it is the proper procedure that I do, Mr. Potter. Like it or not, I am your courtesan, after all."
"You can call me Harry." He replied, groaning with effort to not stare at the seductress in front of him. "And I know you that you did this to leave Malfoy, and I can't really blame you for that, but that doesn't mean I want to actually… use you."
"I- What?" Narcissa blinked in shock.
"You're still your own person, Narcissa." Harry did his best to look her in the eye, and not let his gaze drift downwards to the gigantic cleavage. "You can make your own choices, see who you want, even get a job if you want to do so. I don't plan on making you do anything you don't want to do."
She simply stared at him, mouth agape, and Harry moved on. He headed towards the bathroom, but only got to the doorway when a pair of arms wrapped around him. Narcissa hugged him from behind, pushing her sizeable breasts into his back as he felt her warm breath against his ear.
"You are a kind man, Harry Potter." Narcissa said in a sultry voice that sent shivers down his spine. "I admit that I may have overindulged listening to Lucius and Draco over the years, and their complaints about you. Come to find out how wrong they were in their assessment of the wizard you are. You are a strong, kind, powerful wizard, one that I can say that I am proud to be with."
"What?" Harry asked, turning around to face the blonde seductress. It was his turn to be shocked.
"I've spent a lot of time the past few days talking with my cousin about you. He's done his best to fill me in on your adventures, if that's what you'd like to call them, and all the challenges you've faced. All of what you have been through made me choose you as the one to free me from my arranged marriage, but what you just said ensured it."
"What do you mean?"
"You turned me down." Narcissa said. "I'm yours to do with as you want, and you turned me away. Harry, I don't want to be turned away by you."
"Why? Why would you want to be my… servant?" Harry asked, trying to find the right words.
"Being a courtesan is much more than that." Narcissa breathed. "They are the Steward of great Houses, the advisor to their Lord. You are the Lord of Houses Potter and Black, one of the most powerful men in Britain, making me one of the most powerful women. But there is more to it, I am not so blind as to not know what is going on behind the scenes with my former husband's associates."
Harry stiffened. "Voldemort?"
Narcissa nodded resolutely. "They are aware of his continued survival, and doing his bidding for now as he slowly tries to gain power."
"Shouldn't that be even more reason for you to avoid me?" Harry asked. "Voldemort is after me. He might have failed to kill me the last few times, but he will keep trying."
"But you stopped him last time, and the times before that." Narcissa stated. "You might blame fate, luck, or even ancient magic for your continued survival, but with all the times you have survived the Dark Lord, you need to take your own skill into account at the very minimum."
"I guess." Harry rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Even then, would you really give yourself to me because of all that? I mean, I just don't-"
Narcissa moved as he spoke, kneeling before him.
The sight before him was almost too much, the blonde goddess knelt before him as she looked up at him seductively. From his point of view he got a great view of her angelic face, her large heaving breasts, and child-bearing hips that no doubt held up a fat ass he had stared at long and hard at during the quidditch World Cup a year ago.
"Do you want me, Harry?" Narcissa asked from her kneeling position. "Am I not worthy of being your courtesan? To be the woman who guides you, who gives you relief at the end of long days?"
She reached out a hand, and gently rubbed his bulge, causing him him to groan. "Tell me you want me."
The lust he felt for her was too much to resist. "I want you, Narcissa." Harry broke, the pressure too much.
Narcissa smiled happily, only pleased at the behavior of the wizard in front of her. It took her getting to this point, begging on her knees for him to accept her, and he had showed a restraint few would demonstrate in their world. Harry Potter truly would be a great man for her to serve.
With an eager smirk she reached forward with both hands and pulled down his trousers, anticipation filling her as she prepared to enjoy the first cock in years. Lucius had yet to reproduce with her since their wedding night, having a fetish for young, muggle girls he liked to kidnap. It had left her unable to be satisfied due to her strict marriage oaths, until now…
Harry Potter's shaft was finally revealed, and all the breath seemed to have left her body as she stared at it. It was a massive organ, a gigantic shaft so big she couldn't see around it, having a girth of a thick bicep, and so long that she worried about the walls of her womb if he put it inside her. A menacing head was mounted at the tip of it, looking more akin to a battering ram meant to ruin pureblood virginities. A humongous sack rested at the base, with two balls resting inside comparable to her own fists in size. She simply knew that Harry would never run out of semen with a ballsack of such size.
He let out a manly groan, unknowingly resting a hand on her head in a show of dominance. A small moan left Narcissa's lips, her pussy wettening at his actions. As if on autopilot, her head, and the hand holding her by the hair guided her lips to his cock.
Harry watched with wide eyes as Narcissa gently moved forward and took the tip of his shaft in her mouth. He groaned in pleasure, and at the sight of seeing so many of his fantasies fulfilled.
He had jerked off one too many times at the thought of Malfoy's mother. He had seen her less than a year ago, an arrogant expression on her features as she sat within the top box at the Quidditch World Cup. She had worn a tight white dress at the time, one that showed off her fat ass, a feature of hers he had caught himself staring at for far too long.
He fantasized at the thought of being with her since, of having a beautiful woman like Narcissa Malfoy in his bedroom and raising his children. Growing up around the Dursleys and all the other perfect families on Privet Drive had made him want to have a perfect family of his own, one that loved and cared for him unlike his relatives did.
And now he had her, the woman he had fantasized of so many times. She was the pinnacle of womanhood, a witch with a body that was made to breed. Harry knew she could help him build the future he wanted so badly, a loving and powerful family that he could work towards. And it wouldn't be too bad to have such a beautiful witch be his lover…
A choking noise alerted him to how hard his new courtesan was working to pleasure him, and with horror he realized he was pushing her hard down his cock. He had simply been too engrossed in pleasure to realize his own actions. He removed his hand quickly, pulling it off the beautifully manicured blonde hair he had dreamed about touching for so long.
Narcissa whimpered as Harry removed his hand, craving his guiding touch once again.
He probably expected her to stop, but she didn't. Narcissa instead pushed herself further down his shaft, taking even more of it. The huge head of it thundered down her throat, bulging her poor throat out as she desperately tried to fit the whole thing.
It didn't fit.
It was simply too big for her to fit it all in her mouth, for now. But that wouldn't stop her from trying harder to please her Lord more in the future.
That last thought felt odd, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was her fate as one of the Black sisters. Bella went on to serve the Dark Lord, Andromeda ran away from it all, while she herself went on to serve a Lord of her own. Bella went insane in her devotion, and it ruined her, while Andromeda was likely dying of boredom in the muggle world. Narcissa smiled contently around Harry's cock, she had definitely chosen the best option of the three.
Her hand came up, from where they had been submissively resting at her sides, and she used them to stimulate his cock. It was ready to cum, she could feel it, and both her palms gently rested on his large balls and began stimulating them.
Harry couldn't take any more. He threw his head back with a roar, as the biggest, and longest load he had ever unleashed sprayed out of his cock. Internally, his lust demanded that he grab Narcissa and hold her down in order for her to fully swallow his load, but he did his best to push those temptations away.
Narcissa's eyes widened as he watched, and she desperately began swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his cum. Some of it was simply too much for her full mouth, and it dribbled out before falling down and pooling on her large breasts. It wasn't a view Harry minded too much.
He finally stopped cumming, and Narcissa sucked his shaft a bit more to clean it before finally releasing it with a pop.
She smirked at him, looking oddly satisfied and proud. "So, are you satisfied with your courtesan, Harry? "
Chapter 2
Chapter Text
They laid there for what felt like hours in Narcissa's mind, Harry's arms wrapped around her comfortably while her body was pressed against his own.
"I love you."
She nearly gasped, instead breathing in sharply as her body stiffened. It was a phrase few people had ever said to her before, none of them male.
"It's too soon to say something like that, Harry." Narcissa said quietly.
"I don't care." He replied. "I've been alone for so much of my life, I want to be with someone. Even if that's you."
Narcissa sat up, looking Harry in the eye. He stared back, the meaning in his words clear as he looked back at her. She felt tears sting her eyes, and begrudgingly pushed them back as she reached out and took Harry's hand.
She had been wanted to feel loved for so long, to have someone looking out for her and caring for her wellbeing in such an intimate way. She thought that originally Lucius would be like that, only for all her hopes to be dashed after her marriage night.
Her son had been stripped away from her soon after, with her marriage agreement forcing her to follow everything her husband commanded, even if that meant not interacting with her son. Draco had been raised to be a clone of his father, a cruel and malicious boy, who failed to acknowledge her existence at Lucius' behest. Meanwhile she had been pushed to the side, a trophy that gathered dust on a decaying shelf over the years.
And now Harry was offering something she had wanted for so long, a thing she had given up on so long ago. "I am not sure if I can return your feeling quite yet, Harry." She smiled warmly, stopping him from interrupting. "But maybe in time, we can get to know each other better."
Harry smiled back kindly. "That sounds good, Cissy."
Cissy.
That word warmed her heart for some reason, making her smile brighten as if she was walking on air.
"There they are! I was wondering when the newlyweds would get out of bed!"
Harry felt himself blush in embarrassment at his godfather's words, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he walked into the dining room.
Narcissa frowned in clear agitation next to him. "Please keep your debauch remarks to yourself, cousin. Our relationship isn't for you to comment on."
"Yeah, yeah." Sirius waved her words off, before shifting to looking at Harry with a smirk. "So, how's married life treating you?"
Harry had just sat down taken a sip of tea when Sirius asked that, and he damn near spat it out. He choked on his tea, only for Narcissa to pat his back in order to help him.
"Sirius." Narcissa nearly growled.
"Sorry, this old dog just couldn't resist." Sirius smirked in victory.
"To set the record straight, myself and Harry are not married, I am his courtesan." Narcissa said properly. "There is a difference."
"Wait, there is?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Of course." Narcissa replied, looking at him worriedly. "It is as I explained yesterday, a Lord's courtesan is their personal… confidant, ranking higher than the average mistress, but below their wife. Don't you remember when we discussed this yesterday?"
"Um… I guess so?" Harry replied weakly. The previous day had been so insane that he really only remembered the insane blowjob Narcissa gave him last night.
"Speaking on the subject, we do need to organize a betrothal for you at some point." Narcissa said casually, stirring her tea. "And I'm sure that we can discuss my duties and responsibilities as your courtesan."
"Oh no. No way I'm sticking around for this conversation!" Sirius exclaimed, getting up and leaving. "Good luck Harry!"
"Tell me, Harry, what type of witch are you interested in?"
Harry looked up at Narcissa, her big mature blue eyes looking back at him, with her pouty red lips sitting perfectly on her features. He felt himself blush, trying to maintain his composure as Narcissa waited.
"Well, someone like you, I guess."
"Like me?" Narcissa's eyes widened.
"I mean, I like how put together you are." Harry said quickly. "You always seem to know what to wear, and what to say, and exactly what to do at all times. Not to mention your… I mean you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I bet you'd be a great Mum too!"
Narcissa felt her eyes grow wider as Harry rambled on, her mouth starting to widen in shock, until she finally gasped at his last statement. Harry finally stopped, looking at her in horror, as if he had said something bad.
She spoke before he could. "Do you really mean that? That I would make a great mother?"
He shrugged, "Well, yeah, you're just so nice-"
He didn't finish as Narcissa seemingly jumped on him. Her lips pressed against his own, as her mature curvy body enveloped his form. Harry's eyes widened in shock, before closing and enjoying the kiss.
Suddenly he felt a tug and a pool, and he gasped as suddenly he could breathe again. Harry looked around, realizing he was back in the bedroom with Narcissa.
"You apparated." Harry gasped, feeling uneasy, but not as nauseous as the day before when Tonks apparated him for the first time.
"Are you okay?" Narcissa asked worriedly.
"I'm just not used to apparating." Harry replied, waving her concerns off. "I'll feel better in a minute."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to help you get better." Narcissa smiled seductively, her tone making Harry gulp.
She suddenly pushed him, and Harry fell flat on the bed. Narcissa whispered a spell with her wand in hand, and his clothes left his body, dissipating to the corners of the room. His cock was free, pointing straight up in the air and hardening. The shaft quivered and pulsed, becoming bigger in its arousal.
Narcissa licked her lips at the sight, getting so close to his penis that she went cross eyed looking at its sheer size. It was longer than her face at this angle, a cock that women her age could only dream about, and one she was going to enjoy.
She spat on his cock, reaching out with both hands and smearing her spit all over Harry's shaft, lubricating it. Even with both hands she couldn't reach around it fully, much less cover it. She pumped the shaft roughly, getting it nice and hard, while her head moved upwards and took the tip of it in her mouth.
Harry groaned, a manly groan that sent shivers through her. She felt good pleasuring her new Lord, and despite what Harry might think, she actually preferred to give him pleasure rather than receive it herself. She was grateful for what he had done for her, and the way he acted was simply so kind that she believed he recieved a reward.
She knew that Harry could have abused her trust, that he could simply use her as some sort of pleasure slave or whore her out for the rest of her days. Most men would have done that, opting to have their courtesan used as their cumbucket when their wives weren't available. But Harry was different, allowing her to be her own person, to accept her into his love life and share his thoughts and feelings with her.
That alone deserved a reward.
Narcissa removed her mouth from the head of his shaft, along with her hands, feeling bad for leaving Harry unattended for a short while as she repositioned herself. She moved, taking off her clothes as Harry watched with wide eyes.
Her white top was removed, followed by her skirt, leaving her in the white lingerie from the previous evening. With a simple movement her bra fell down, allowing her big perfect breasts to fall free and enjoy the open air. She stepped out of her panties, letting them fall down her long legs, all the while Harry watched with wide eyes.
She didn't speak as she approached him, instead smiling comfortably as she knelt down over his huge shaft. She lined up the intimidating head with her opening, a tiny hole that looked absurd in comparison to his cock.
She sat down.
"GAH!" Narcissa gasped, breathing heavily as her vision wavered. She swore a bead of sweat went down her brow.
"Ugh, you're so tight." Harry grit out.
"D-Did I take it all?" She asked through panted breaths.
Harry looked down from her gaze, seeing just the head of his shaft had entered her. Even then his cock was causing her navel to bulge obscenely around his haft. "Just the head."
"Morgana!" Narcissa gasped, "You're so big!"
Harry moved, sitting up so he looked directly at her heaving breasts. His hands gripped her luscious hips, sinking into the soft flesh. Narcissa's skin was the softest thing he had ever felt, warm and comfortable to the touch. It was as if her body spoke to him, comforting at his touch and allowing him to pleasure her.
He looked up, past her large breasts and into her blue eyes. "Do you want me to help?"
Narcissa nodded, shakily. "Just be careful, and take it slow. Please."
He gently gripped her hips and pulled her down, sinking a few inches of his shaft into her. She gasped loudly, moaning sinfully loud against him. He kept going, basing his movements off her moans, taking it slow and even stopping when she gasped, and soon he felt soft skin make contact with his thighs. Her big cheeks were flush against him, ballooning out against his thighs.
He had yet to explore her body to the fullest, but Harry desperately wanted to have a close inspection of her fat spankable ass. It was the part of her body that he had fantasized about for years, and the more darker side of him wanted to see it ripple and bounce naked. But as the saying went, good things happened to those who waited, and Harry was content to inspect her big bum at a later date.
That said, he didn't mind the view of her large heaving tits. Narcissa had big breasts, but what made them so attractive was how perfect they were, sticking straight out and perfectly round, the kind a high class woman like her deserved to have. Harry stared at them as they heaved with each breath, before leaning forward and gently sucking on one.
"Oh!" Narcissa gasped loudly at his actions. Her hands want to his hair, gripping his dark locks, while her core tightened around his shaft. He felt his cock wetten inside her, churning with womanly fluids.
He looked down, and his eyes widened slightly as he looked at her abdomen which bulged under the sheer size of his shaft.
For a moment he was tempted to have his way with her, to reduce her to a mere cumdump under the power of his cock. He knew he was ruining her, but he wanted to be rougher, to pound her ass red and fill her up with his seed. He would send her back to Malfoy then, her holes hollowed out by his shaft and cum leaking from her pores. Harry would take her then, making his bully watch as he pounded his mother into oblivion.
He shook his head, banishing those dark thoughts for later as he focused on Narcissa. She gasped and moaned, breathing heavily so close to him with a hooded gaze. It was so… intimate. It made him feel something strange, a heaviness in his chest and heart that wasn't there before. In Harry's mind he wondered if this was what love felt like, if Narcissa truly loved him.
He moved forward suddenly, and kissed her lips. Narcissa seemed to freeze, before slowly reciprocating the gesture. She kissed back, almost hesitant at first, before it became more and more intense. His lips were against hers for what felt like hours, until they finally both pulled back.
Narcissa looked at him with a look that made his hairs stand on end, but in a good way. Her eyes were dilated, the pupils so large they were all he could see. Her cheeks were flush red, with a strange smile on her perfect red lips. It was as if she was some sort of predator that had found the ultimate partner after so long to hunt with.
It felt odd to him, to suddenly have the affection of a woman old enough to be his mother. She had been the wife of another man, the mother of his school bully, and now she was one of the few important people in his life.
Narcissa suddenly moved, eliciting a groan from him as she began bouncing up and down his shaft. He could feel her warm breath again his face, the soft pants of pure effort she put in with each movement of her body up and down his cock. Her big breasts pushed against his chest, jiggling up and down as she moved. Her fat ass slapped against his thighs, the big, rippling cheeks making loud smacking noises.
Harry could feel, the sudden slow pull in his sack. "Narcissa I-I…"
"In me." Narcissa moaned, slamming up and down his shaft even harder, if he was seeing things properly. "I want it in me!"
Her words lit a fire in him, a need to properly claim her. Despite his reservations, he still wanted to mark the MILF in front of him as his. To have his seed fill her, to have it wash away the stench of Malfoy and the years of neglect to her womanhood.
His hands gripped her waist harshly, helping her move. As Narcissa lifted up, bringing herself to the edge of his cock, Harry suddenly thrusted up, harshly plowing his entire cock into her core.
"Oh!" Narcissa gasped. "Fuck! By Morgana!"
Harry did so again, feeling his orgasm get closer and closer as he thrusted into her from below. It finally came, and he pulled down on Narcissa's hips as hard as he could as he felt his balls empty.
"Harry!" Narcissa screamed, her own core tightening around his shaft as an orgasm raged through her. "Oh! Oh Harry! It's so good!"
She fell against him, and he did the same, both of their sweaty forms clinging to each other as their bodies gave out. He felt his shaft pulse, unloading a massive load into her core, seeding her and filling out her unused twat with his seed. She was now his, his courtesan, cleaned of the taint of Malfoy by his seed.
They fell over gently, laying against the bed on theirs sides. Narcissa tiredly ran her hands through his curly hair, and Harry was content with simply looking into her eyes.
"I know we just woke up, but I feel like I need to go back to bed." Narcissa giggled.
He couldn't help but watch her, loving how radiant she was after their… session. She seemed so happy, playful even, like a little girl who finally got ice cream after begging all day.
"You can if you want, I don't mind." He replied.
Narcissa hummed and leaned in before kissing him. She had initiated it this time, and he gladly kissed back.
"You know," She began after they pulled away. "Did you mean about what you said earlier, about your preferences in women?"
"You really don't think I like you? Even after all that?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"That's not what I meant to say." Narcissa corrected, looking somewhat embarrassed. "I meant about your preferences for girls… you prefer those that are mature?"
"I… guess?" Harry shrugged. "I mean, all the girls in my dorm are just so… girly? I was really only interested in Cho, with how organized and put-together she was, not to mention older, but she ended up with Diggory, and you know how that went."
Narcissa made a sympathetic noise. "I can see why that would be a problem. Although you've helped me narrow things down."
"Why is this important?" Harry suddenly asked. "I mean, we just got together, and that's not mentioning everything with Voldemort along with-"
Narcissa stopped him, calmly placing one finger on his lips. "You need to understand, Harry, I am your courtesan now. That means I am here to help you in regards to your House and family. Trust me when I say, marriage alliances and relationships are a key part to wizarding politics. Children of other Great Houses like your own are already betrothed or in the process of becoming betrothed."
"And so you want me to marry for political reasons?" Harry asked with some distaste.
"And also for the war against the Dark Lord." Narcissa replied. "Do you think the families that follow him do so on their own? No, many of them do so because of marriage alliances. If you would be okay with it, I can start to dip your foot into the pond, as they say, and begin the process for you."
"I mean, if you say it's the right thing to do." Harry replied, feeling strange.
Narcissa leaned in and kissed him, a smile on her lips. "Do not worry about such things for now. I do have many things to teach you before you enter the political side of things. Although before I do anything, I would like to ask if you would be opposed to seeing… Slytherin girls."
"Slytherin girls?" Harry asked, feeling odd.
Now that he thought about it, he did enjoy watching the girls in Slytherin from afar. He liked their manners, even if they were quite snobbish. They always seemed to wear the nicest clothes, their hair done perfectly, with expressions of superiority donned at all times.
Now that he thought about it, Cho had similar characteristics to the Slytherin girls he had noticed over the years. He had simply never interacted with any of them due to House politics, and because of Ron and Malfoy's constant hostility.
Harry blushed. "I guess I don't mind them, I just don't know how a relationship could work out with me being a Gryffindor… and all that."
"I'm sure if I found you a suitable match, you could manage."
Harry shrugged, resting his head against the headboard. A sudden thought struck him, and his eyes widened. "Wait, were you in Slytherin?"
"I was." Narcissa smiled, "And that's why I asked earlier. Slytherin witches are typically pureblood, meaning they are raised in a way that builds confidence in our identity and tradition. Based on your earlier words about Ms. Chang, I was aware of how she was raised in a traditional household, and that it is what you were looking for in a partner."
Chapter 3
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Harry exited the floo in the Leaky Cauldron, and straightened his outfit for what felt like the millionth time. Sirius had given him some of his old fashionable pureblood clothes to wear for his date, something he was grateful for, but even then he felt out of place.
Narcissa had done as she promised to do, and arranged a "courtship" as she called it, for him to begin dating girls from other powerful families and making alliances. It was all very formal in his mind, not that he overly minded it, but Narcissa seemed very pleased to tell him that she had a date all set up for him.
He started to look around the room for his new girlfriend, and spotted her almost immediately. A put-together blonde the same age as him sat in one of the booths away from most of the room's occupants, with an expression on her face that showed she was somewhat worried.
He approached her, and realized that she didn't see him approach at all. She looked nervous, caught up in her own world. "Daphne?"
She jumped, nearly spilling her drink in the process but managed to stop it in time. "H-Harry?"
Harry smiled, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. Daphne Greengrass blushed prettily, holding a soft hand to her face to cover her red cheeks.
He sat down across from her, smiling awkwardly, an awkward smile she returned. He opened the menu, and felt his mind go blank as he tried to think of what to say. "I'm not really sure what to do."
Daphne gaped at him for a moment, before wilting. "Me neither, my father had informed me this morning that we would be courting. Outside of that, I'm not entirely sure."
Harry tried not to bring up Narcissa in his next words. He figured mentioning other women on a first date wasn't a good idea. "Sorry about that, my… advisor told me to start looking for a partner to take up the mantle of Lady Black. I guess they might of gotten ahead of themselves."
"Oh, there's nothing to apologize for!" Daphne said quickly. "It was just a suprise, is all. My family is happy to be considered esteemed enough to marry into the Black family. Even if I am the one to take up the responsibilities of doing so."
"But what about you?" Harry asked almost reflexively. He had to wonder if all pureblood girls thought like this, that ancient customs and expectations came before themselves. Narcissa certainly did, and Daphne seemed to as well. "Don't you have goals? Aspirations? I would hate to marry you and make you give up everything."
Daphne bit her lip. "Y-You would let me do other things? Besides be Lady Black?"
"Of course." Harry shrugged. "The last thing I'd want to do is control your life. Besides, even if we do decide to marry, it would be at least a couple years till that point."
Daphne gaped at him in shock, before she blushed. It started at her ears, they went red, followed by her cheeks and then her entire face and soon onto her neck. "C-Can we stay together?"
"What?" Harry asked.
"I want to stay with you." Daphne sounded almost breathless, her face still red. "You've practically offered me the life of my dreams, for me continue on my personal life even through marriage. I would like to be with you."
"I mean, I'm sure we can do another date." Harry rubbed the back of his neck, feeling things were going a bit too quickly. "Narcissa kind of surprised me with all this, to be honest, and I trust her in the end."
"Narcissa?" Daphne asked with a thoughtful frown. "Narcissa Malfoy?"
"Err… It's Black now." Harry said awkwardly. "Also, she's my courtesan."
"That's impressive." Daphne said with wide eyes. "And you said she chose me?"
"She's the one who arranged this date with your father, I guess. And I must say that you're taking this rather well… me having a courtesan and everything."
Daphne blinked. "It's a sign of status to have a courtesan, especially a woman like Narcissa Black. That she chose me for courtship with House Black is an honor."
"Oh." Harry replied lamely, still not understanding the pureblood women that seemed to be in his life all of a sudden. "I'm free for the rest of the day, is there anything you want to do in the Alley?"
Daphne smiled happily.
-
She walked through the isles of tables that sat on the stone balcony which was open to the cool midsummer air. This was one of those fancy muggle restaurants, one that only the super-wealthy could afford, and was accessible only to them. It was easy to see why, as the view from the restaraunt overlooked the never ending hedgerows that made up the Normandy countryside.
"Narcissa, thank you for meeting me so quickly."
A simple sleek and smooth blue dress adorned the woman across from her, a rather ordinary piece of clothing that split at the thigh. The woman who adorned it could be called anything but ordinary, and she was Narcissa's best friend for years.
Julia Zabini sauntered up to her table, her immaculately cared for darker skin reflecting the day's sun. The woman had a body built for sin, the type that made men stop and stare no matter how close their wives were. If Narcissa could be described as the trophy wife, then Julia would be the prime seductress.
Even in such a simple dress, the woman could have any man she wanted drooling. Her perfectly manicured dark brown hair fell in waves around her face, dark eyes and high cheekbones telling of a rich ancestry studied everything in their surroundings. Her breasts strained against the dress, showcasing the two missiles she was gifted with.
Her body was the perfect hourglass, somehow still youthful but mature and intimidating. Her flat stomach widened to thick child-bearing hips and thick thighs, all of which supported a fat ass that most men stopped to stare at, followed by long tanned legs.
She was the woman who had now been widowed six times. Jealous pureblood ladies whispered behind her back, nicknaming her the Black Widow for the web she spun around her victims. It was all talk and rumors, Narcissa knew, as Julia Zabini was nothing but terribly unlucky. But for her to be reaching out to her for help, the situation must be bad.
"Julia." Narcissa smiled pleasantly, giving her old friend a quick kiss on the cheek. "It has been too long, tell me what this is all about."
Julia sighed, sitting elegantly at the fancy table and taking a sip of her drink. "My former husband's brother doesn't seem to want to let things go this time. He's created quite a ruckus this time, and I find myself stretched thin as it is."
Narcissa felt her brows raise. Julia was a master of seduction and emotion, always putting up a strong, dominant front that captivated many men. For her to be this tired and desperate, meant that things really were getting bad.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Narcissa replied. "Is there a reason you messaged me to help?"
"I know Lucius should have some connections, maybe he-" Julia Zabini trailed off, Narcissa stopping her with a raised hand.
"I am no longer with Lucius."
"You two… separated?" Julia asked, "I didn't see that coming."
Narcissa shook her head, "I left Lucius. Or more accurately, I couldn't deal with him and the danger he was getting into. I managed to rejoin House Black, as a courtesan for Harry Potter."
"For Harry Potter? Aren't you a bit much to be his courtesan?"
Narcissa felt herfelf smile smugly, remembering her time with Harry.
"Oh, I know that smile." Julia smirked, as Narcissa tried to stop her embarrassed blush. "What do you like the most?"
"I like…" Narcissa trailed off, her thoughts going to Harry. She loved his nativity, his willingness to please her, but also those rare moments when he chased his own pleasure. Even though most women hated it, she found that she liked giving him blowjobs, to serve her man in a way that satisfied him. "I like making him feel good."
"He must be quite the man for you to feel that way, Cissy."
She found herself nodding along, before a sudden thought struck her.
-
Daphne liked to shop.
They had practically visited every store in Diagon Alley, and spent a small fortune in each one as well. He had tried to initially resist, but Daphne could be very convincing to the point he eventually stopped resisting and actually listened to her advice thuroughly.
He had bought new robes, something Daphne had insisted on, and she had even gone so far as to demand he try on some clothes she had picked out for him.
"Harry? What do you think?"
The sudden question broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked up only to have his mind go blank. Daphne posed wearing a cream-colored turtleneck, with white jeans. It was clearly a winter outfit, one that shouldn't even be so promiscuous, but it did strange things to Harry's mind.
The turtleneck somehow was tight enough to give Harry a rough idea of the sheer size of Daphne's large breasts, stretching over them. Her hair was fanned over a shoulder comfortably, resting against the visible mound where her breasts lay.
She spun to the side, and his breath hitched. Her white jeans were somewhat tight, but not overly so, and showed off her huge round arse. Daphne's big bum was like a shelf, resting at the top of long legs, with two perfect huge cheeks.
"Harry?"
She called his name, and shook him out of his thoughts. "Y-Yes, It looks great on you."
"Thanks!" Daphne smiled brightly, in a way that made his heart dance. "I thought I could wear it in the winter, I just wasn't sure if it would look okay if I wore it."
"I'm sure anything would look good on you." Harry snorted. "I'd love it if you wore it to Hogsmeade with me."
Daphne preened, her cheeks blushing red as if he had given her all the praise in the world. He smiled as well, awkwardly blushing in embarrassment over speaking too much.
"Well, there's just one other outfit I'd like to try on…" Daphne turned, facing towards a nearby shelf.
"…filthy mudblood, did you see how she dropped my wand? Her time will come soon enough!"
Harry's head snapped to the side, staring with wide eyes at the front of the store. Malfoy, along with his two thugs in tow entered the store, sniffing in distaste as they looked around in contempt.
He moved without thinking, grabbing Daphne as she moved away and pulling her tight against him. He moved with her into the changing room, and pulled the curtain closed. Harry pulled her flush against his form, one hand going to her waist and another cupping her mouth to prevent her from drawing attention. She looked at him worriedly, and he shook his head before gesturing outside the small room.
"-my father hears about this! He'll make sure to make it right."
Daphne stiffened and breathed in sharply. Harry removed the hand covering her mouth, and she remained quiet.
"Malfoy." She whispered to him.
"I know." Harry nodded back. "I didn't want to deal with him. I guess it's the same with you?"
"It is." Daphne replied quietly. "My sister is infatuated with him, and I already have to deal with him enough as it is. Thanks for hiding us, he can be an annoying arse sometimes."
A store worker's voice could be heard from outside the curtains that separated them from the rest of the store. "Hello dears, do you need anything?"
"Some new robes for Hogwarts." Malfoy replied.
"Oh, you'll find Hogwarts robes over there, dear." The woman replied. "The fitting rooms are that way, can I help you with anything else?"
Daphne stiffened against him in worry, and he unintentionally pulled her tighter against him. Her big round arse smushed against his form, unintentionally stimulating his shaft through his trousers.
Then the last thing he needed happened. He started to harden, knowing that sooner than later Daphne would notice what was happening, and she inevitably did.
You did this to yourself, Harry. He told himself. She'll call you a perv and get Malfoy and his lackies to beat you up over it.
Instead something else happened. Her arse moved, shaking against him as it squished and stimulated his shaft even more. She began bouncing back and forth lightly, quietly hitting her round arse against his shaft as it became even more stimulated.
Daphne looked back, her eyes carrying a hint of excitement in them that made his heart jump for some reason.
He panicked and pressed her more against him, but it only made it worse. Daphne folded at the waist, giving him a better view of her fat arse against him. He watched, mesmerized, as her big clothed cheeks pounded against his clothed shaft.
He imagined how easy it would be for him to take her in that moment, to push down both his trousers and her own, and fill her up with his cock. There would be nothing she could do as she took his huge shaft, and he would roughly grab her by the hair as he pounded her.
His cock was fully hard by now, to the point that his clothing was getting in the way and making it hurt. He grit his teeth in pain, knowing that it only a matter of time till he came.
Daphne looked back at him with a smirk. She knew what she was doing to him, and she clearly loved it. She kept going, humping him to the point he needed to do something. He looked down at her big round arse.
SMACK
"Oh!" Daphne moaned, her movements ceasing. Harry quickly moved a hand and covered her mouth.
"What was that?" Malfoy demanded from outside the fitting room, obviously close by.
-
Harry arrived back at Grimmauld Place with a dreamy smile on his face. His date with Daphne had gone well, despite the girl dragging him from store to store. In the end it all ended up good, with her giving him a peck on the lips before running to the floo with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks.
Still, the girl was a blonde bombshell. She was like a mini Narcissa in Harry's mind, with large breasts and the similar blonde-hair blue-eyes combination. The difference seemed to be mainly in her young teenage body, and resting bitch face.
The girl had an outward expression akin to a frigid bitch, but was warm and cuddly once you moved past it. It played with Harry's mind, especially when he saw her glare at a girl approaching him (possessive much?). He honestly found it attractive, having a girl who was a cold Ice Queen in public, but his personal Slytherin witch in private.
"How did your date go, Harry?" Narcissa asked innocently, wearing a black dress that was just asking to be ripped off her body. She knelt down before him, tugging his pants down and revealing his flaccid, nearly-hard cock.
His date with Daphne might have gone well, but that didn't mean he still wasn't aroused after being in that fitting room with her. She had dry-humped him to the point of breaking, and he had to spend much of the time keeping his lust down in order to not get an erection in public after that.
-
Daphne Greengrass ran from the floo, practically sprinting into her bedroom and slamming the door before depositing her bags of new clothes on the floor.
Her skirt and panties fell away, her finger in her twat and a moan of, "Harry" on her lips as she fingered herself. She came almost instantly, and continued on for another, chasing release.
Harry Potter dominated her mind. He was the dream wizard in her mind, the man forbidden to be spoken of in the dungeons of Hogwarts, the same man who was courting her. He was so nice, so kind, even chivalrous, putting up with her as she shopped away in Diagon Alley.
But he had an undercurrent of power in his actions. When she was near him, when she held his hand, she could feel the pure magical power he held in his veins.
And that wasn't mentioning her teasing, and the ginormous bulge in his trousers as she tried on different clothes and asked what he thought. He was such a virile, powerful wizard, and he could take her so easily.
And that didn't even mention their intimate session in the store's fitting room. She knew she could be an evil witch sometimes, and she saw it in Harry's eyes as she got him hard. She knew what she was doing to him in that situation, and that as her future husband he would have to punish her.
He could have taken her so easily in that small room, sliding down her skirt for the world to see, then her knickers and exposing her pussy to the open air.
"Harry!" A needy whine escaped her lips, imaging him looming over her, lining his massive cock up with her pussy before reshaping her to fit his needs.
Her fingers sped up, imaging her core bulging to fit his huge size, his balls full of cum ready to release their heavy load on her.
"HARRY!"
-
Cum poured from her lips as Harry roared. His massive load was simply too much for Narcissa to handle this time, as his thick seed poured onto her heaving tits from her mouth that stretched around his shaft.
He groaned, his cock twitching as he finished cumming into Cissy's mouth. She swallowed desperately, forcing down as much cum as she could manage, while the rest of it strained from her cock-stuffed mouth.
Harry ripped his softening prick from her mouth, the head releasing from her lips with a pop, as Narcissa gasped for air.
She breathed heavily until she finally caught her breath, and eventually they both rested next to each other in bed.
"Harry…" Narcissa suddenly said. "If you would be open to the opportunity, I would like for you to take one of my friends as your mistress."
Harry blinked in confusion. "How is a mistress different from a courtesan?"
"A courtesan is seen more as a House's caretaker or confidant and advisor, while a Lord's mistress is seen as more of their… stress relief. They are more of a woman to be used for rough sex, similar to a prostitute, but only by the Lord they are sworn to."
"And your friend wants this? Why?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"She's gotten in some trouble with law enforcement outside of Britain, and needs a legal way to get out of it. Her becoming your Mistress not only gives her protection under the British Ministry, but also giver her the protection of both House Potter and Black. It gives her the safety and status she needs, and also the leverage we might need over her."
"And I will be required to have… sex with her?" Harry asked awkwardly.
There had been something building within him since he began his relationship with Narcissa. A specific need to own, to dominate, to ravage. He had nearly lost control of it during his date with Daphne earlier, when she had dry humped him in that fitting room. The freedom to have a woman that was not only willing, but actively wanted him to pound her for his own pleasure sounded very appealing.
Narcissa rested her soft hand on his thigh, very close to his hardening cock. "Don't just have rough sex with her. Ruin her."