"You could have it all," he whispered, inserting another finger inside her and slowly thrusting in and out. "All you have to do is remain completely loyal to me. Will you be my faithful, Narcissa?"
Narcissa threw her head back against his shoulder in pleasure as he fingered her with one hand and groped her breast with the other, stimulating her in a way no one had done before. She had had enough of living like a pariah, and she no longer wanted to be associated with the taint that Lucius was. She had learned to live as his wife, but she had never been happy or felt loved. But here, she had the opportunity to feel everything she had been denied in her life. The decision was an easy one.
She looked up and him through her eyelashes and found him looking down at her. He was a man her son's age, but wasn't she also in her twenties now? Physically she was, and emotionally, she was sure he was more than her match after everything he had gone through.
"I'll be your faithful, my lord," she purred, grinning up at him.
"Then you better prove it, Cissa," he replied and pulled his hands off her. Narcissa felt him gently push her down to her knees in front of him, and she understood immediately.
Her hands reached up eagerly, and she wrapped her fingers around his manhood, marveling at its length and thickness.
"My lord has the most magnificent manhood I've ever seen," she whispered, and Harry smirked as she leaned forward and gave the head a tentative lick.
"Go on, I know you want to," he said with a chuckle, and Narcissa smiled before she opened her mouth and slowly took him inside her. Slowly, she began bobbing her head back and forth, blowing him off. Her hand stroked his slick length as her tongue swirled around it whenever he was inside her mouth. Her lips puckered up and slid along the length of his shaft, and Harry threaded his fingers through her hair, gently caressing her scalp.
"Fuck, you do know what you're doing," he grunted, and Narcissa preened under the praise. Her eyes lit up in excitement, and Harry wondered whether Lucius had ever praised her for anything. If he had to guess, he had not.
Narcissa's hand reached behind him and held him by the ass, squeezing gently as she took him as much inside her mouth as she could. Her eyes were locked with his, and she felt more aroused as time went by.
His hand caressed her cheek lovingly before he stilled her. Narcissa watched with furrowed brows as he pulled his length out of her mouth before pulling her to her feet.
He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to his chest and mashing her large tits against him. Narcissa moaned when his member prodded the entrance to her core and saw him smirk. He began walking, and she began walking back until her legs hit the bed. She went tumbling down, a squeal escaping her lips as her lover leaned over her and aggressively mashed his lips against hers. Their tongues battled inside her mouth as his hands caressed her all over her body, from her breasts to her sides and belly and down to her round pert arse. No curve was left untouched as they kissed, and in no time, he had her nipples inside his mouth, alternating from one to the other as he fondled and squeezed her supple tits. She shuddered at the sensation. Her sensitive nipples sent ripples of pleasure through her entire being.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him close, feeling his manhood pressing against her wetness and she ground herself against him. Her pent-up frustration was quickly coming to the surface and she wanted nothing more than for him to claim her properly.
His lips trailed upward, furiously sucking her cleavage before burrowing into her neck. All the while, he continued to grope and squeeze her tits, prodding and pinching her sensitive nipples and coaxing wanton gasps out of her.
"My lord please…" she moaned pleadingly. "Please take me, my lord… make me yours forever!"
Harry pulled back so that he was hovering over her and smirked. "Don't worry, Cissa. I plan to do exactly that."
He planted his lips on hers again and Narcissa felt his fingers part her lower lips before he inserted one of them inside her. Her back arched as he inserted another finger inside her before he curled them and tugged, and a loud wail rang out.
His fingers kept thrusting in and out of her, sending her juices flying about as he got her ready for penetration. Finally deeming her wet enough, Harry grabbed his cock and covered it in her juices. He held it like a spear and felt it pulsate in his grasp. Narcissa looked down, her arousal intensifying at the sight of his large, thick penis as it slowly slid forward. She watched as it parted her lower lips until the head popped in, and she gasped.
"Merlin, you're not even in and I feel more stretched than ever before, my lord," she whispered. Harry looked at her with a smile and gave a thrust, sliding another inch inside her. Narcissa held her breath, her eyes trained on the spot between her legs as she watched him push once again, burying another inch inside her.
"You have one tight pussy," he grunted and pushed further, sliding half his length inside her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her by the shoulders. Narcissa curled her arms over his back, holding his head against her neck and feeling him start to suck her tender skin. Meanwhile, her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled him close just as he gave one mighty thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
"Oh fuckkk!" She cried out and had only a second to brace herself as Harry pulled back and gave another slam, pushing his entire length inside her once again.