Chapter 203 - My SI Stash #3 - Tainted Desire by aTasteofDarkness (HarryPotter)

-Recommended by Blood_rogue~ A NSFW fic with the SI as Draco Malfoy! Expect some lewd shit lol.

Sypnosis: Most people, had they found themselves in occupying the body of a character in a book they enjoyed, would have tried to make sure the story ended happily for all that was involved. Not me. I wasn't stupid enough to miss the chance the forge my own destiny in a new universe, especially not when I found myself in the body of infamous Draco Malfoy. (E.r.o.t.i.ca, NTR)

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Chapter 1-3

What would you do if you died, courtesy of a drunk truck driver, and instead of waking up in hell or fading into blackness forever, you found yourself in another body. What if that body belonged to a familiar fictional character, facing the biggest decision of his life.

For me, the answer was simple. When I suddenly found myself in Draco Malfoy's body, standing in front of a robed, bearded figure that his new body's memories identified as Dumbledore, about to witness one of the most important events of the history of this world. A moment I recognized easily as the climax moment of the Half-Blood Prince.

I barely needed to think before a shout of Expelliarmus left my lips and a red light smashed him, making Elder Wand fly away uncontrollably. However, I suspect the reason why I did wasn't the same with what most others would. Some, I assume, would do to keep Dumbledore's plan intact, while others would do in a weird attempt to keep the timeline stable so they could predict what would happen next.

Me, I wanted the possession and allegiance of the strongest wand of the world. I barely paid attention to Dumbledore's subsequent begging about the light side, nor I paid much attention to Snape's anguish as he tried to gather his courage to kill his mentor. My whole attention was to cast two spells without someone noticing, happy that Draco's skills were available for me. First, a switching spell, switching Draco's old wand and Elder Wand, causing a comfortable warmth to spread in my body as soon as I held it in between my fingers. With the possession of the Elder Wand, the second spell was ridiculously easy, transforming the shape of my old wand to Elder Wand, and putting an illusion on the Elder Wand to make it look like my own wand. And just like that, I had the possession of the strongest wand in the world.

My body moved automatically during the escape, my mind busy with the possibilities afforded by the situation I found myself in. The future was filled with promises…

After the escape, I had found myself in front of Voldemort and Death Eaters. I must admit that I was a bit fearful. Despite the presence of Death Stick, I wasn't stupid enough to assume I could fight against him, especially when a significant part of the Death Eaters were waiting in the corner. Thankfully, Snape's 'heroic' success was enough to take the spotlight, reducing me to a decoration. Draco might have been unhappy with that development, but it suited my aims perfectly. I strongly doubted that the occlumency ability I had inherited from Draco was strong enough hide the fact that a different consciousness currently occupied the body they once called Draco.

The ceremony held in honor of Snape's success continued with no sign of stopping, looking like it would go for hours. I was glad, because it made even easier for me to fade into the shadows and depart the event. I walked towards Draco's room, wanting to stay alone while I tested the limits of my newfound abilities.

I was surprised to realize that Draco never, not even once, tried to test the limits of the magic, restricting his peak to a few flashy spells taught by his father and the cantrips he learned in Hogwarts. What a waste, he had the power to rewrite the reality and shape others to his will, and the only thing he exerted his power was to humiliate and bully people in the school. Such a sad loss of potential. Of course, I had no intention of limiting myself like that. The word was my oyster.

I gone through several spells, conjurations, transfigurations and combat hexes, all flowing through my wand effortlessly. I wasn't sure about the reason, maybe it was the Elder Wand that made the difference, maybe it was the difference in perception and understanding coming from dying and resurrecting in a different body, but the spells I have tried worked much better compared to Draco's earlier tries. I smiled, more power was always a nice thing. Still, even with the upgrade, I was aware that the power I possessed paled compared to Voldemort's and now deceased Dumbledore's. A detail that I'll fix as soon as possible. I had no intention of living under the whims of a madman.

Then, the door opened without knocking and someone walked inside. A blond, pretty woman very familiar to Draco Malfoy, considering she was his mother. If Draco had been still in possession of his body, he would have felt relief to see the one person that loved him unconditionally. Me, I felt apprehension, because I didn't believe I could act good enough to convince Narcissa, even with the full set of memories I had access to.

"Are you okay my son," she said, the concern clear in her tone, seeping through her distanced demeanor.

It took a significant bit of effort to keep a satisfied smile off my face. With the level of concern she had, she would most likely dismiss any detail that didn't match as another effect coming from the stress of his failure. It wasn't a bad guess to be honest, working uninterrupted for the whole year to kill Dumbledore, only to fail in the last minute would have been devastating for Draco. It was convenient that he was gone forever. "I'm okay, mum," I said, trying to sound depressive as much as possible. It was in my benefit for her to think I was depressed, she would be concerned about how to fix my behavior changes instead of trying to notice every little difference.

She said nothing, just wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. Draco would have felt comforted, but me, feeling her bountiful b.r.e.a.s.ts just under my chin, her smell filling my nose… I was beset by a wave of arousal, not a surprise, considering I was being hugged by one of the most amazing MILF's I had the pleasure meeting. The temptation was strong. Despite the risk, I was unable to prevent myself from putting my hands in a place dangerously close to her bottom, three of my fingers resting on her plumpness. She stiffened momentarily as I pulled her even closer, smashing her b.r.e.a.s.ts to my chest, but no word of protest left her mouth as she gently caressed my back in a misguided attempt to console.

"Mum, I want to stay alone," I said a minute later.

"Of course, my dragon," she said, and left the room after caressing my hair for one last time, assuming that I wanted to stay alone because I was depressed. In actuality, I wanted her to leave because of the raging boner I was sporting. It wouldn't make sense for Narcissa to notice it just yet, as learning that her 'son' was feeling carnal desires towards her was not in my hastily constructed plans. Not yet, at least. Soon, she would learn that fact, but not before I softened her approach and manipulated her mind enough to accept my presence. I was aware of the dark smile spreading through my face as I imagined Narcissa writhing under me in a mixture of guilt and pleasure, enjoying the forbidden fruit of her own son. "Soon," I whispered.

Of course, I wasn't naive enough to think it would be easy. Technically, one Imperio was enough, but there was no victory to revel in such a case. I could go pay an escort instead of that, and it would be better. I wanted her to agonize between her arousal and her taboos. Of course, I was living in magical world, and I was sure that there was more than one tool I could use for that aim.

I went to the library, and started browsing on the love and l.u.s.t potions. Not the strong ones. Amortentia was the same as Imperio, forcing her to fulfill all of my desires with no concern of her own. Instead, I focused on the weakest ones, ones just enhances the l.u.s.t and love a bit. There was also another benefit of the weak ones. There were almost impossible to detect a couple of hours after application. For the magical world, there was nothing more than bedroom aids and gimmicks. I, on the other hand, was aware of the true potential they carried, how they could be used in a long time period to condition someone to new behavior while using them as rewards, especially when combined with the mundane drugs like ecstasy.

After changing into a casual disguise, I left for Knockturn Alley, and purchased a large spread of potions, perfumes, and oils, most geared for l.u.s.t. I had no intention to limit myself to just Narcissa, after all, not while this world has many amazing women, all ready for my tender attention. And they would provide me an adequate distraction as my other plans to create my own power base slowly developed.

Still, there was one more stop before I returned home. I went to mundane London, and looked for a particular residence, the Granger residence. I wanted to have some leverage over so called the light side if the things went unexpected. The residence was ridiculously easy to find through the phone book, and an apparition later, I was in front of the house, camouflaged by a disillusionment charm. The door was open, so I sneaked inside. I wasn't concerned about getting caught, mostly because Hermione was still in Hogwarts. The lights were on, but there was no one downstairs. I moved to the upstairs, and could hear the water flowing behind the door. I carefully turned the door open, hoping whoever was behind the door wasn't Hermione's father.

The view of the door caught me by surprise. Since Hermione was seventeen, it was likely that her mother was in her forties, or late thirties at best. But the woman currently showering didn't look a day over thirty, a well-maintained, beautiful thirty years old. Her shapely body didn't have a bit of excess fat, probably the result of a meticulous exercise regime. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were large but shapely, too shapely to be natural, but it had been a masterful medical intervention. I could feel my pants tighten. Joining her under the warm flowing water was such an attractive idea, especially since it took only a whisper to make it a reality. But I held back, restricting my spells to several really obscure tracking charms hidden in the Malfoy family Grimore. Ones that need special charms to detect and dispel. Keeping track of her after Hermione changed their memories and sent them to Australia was very important. Knowing her location would allow me to control Hermione, the most important person of of the upcoming struggle.

Still, I had no intention of leaving completely empty-handed. I have reached one of the bottles I had recently purchased, a strong l.u.s.t perfume. Careful not to make any noise, I walked towards her and puffed the perfume to her face. She barely registered the spray amongst the flowing water, and I stepped back, unbuttoning my pants in preparation for the next scene. It didn't take long for her expression to shift, biting her lips alluringly. She started to rub her legs in anticipation, her hands starting to spend an inordinate time on her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

I wrapped my hands around my c.o.c.k as she happily m.o.a.ned, beating it with rhythmic movements. One of her hands moved towards her p.u.s.s.y, two of her fingers sliding inside effortlessly. Her m.o.a.ns rose even further, bringing my pleasure to a new level. There was a unique, perverse pleasure from staying hidden.

A few seconds later, she managed to surprise me even further. She reached for a shampoo bottle, a bit thicker than a male appendage, and slid the bottom of it without wasting any time. Half of the bottle disappeared in an instant, only to reappear a moment later, glistening with her juices, her eyes closed in pleasure. I took a few steps towards her. I could feel my own pleasure nearing its peak, and I had no intention of wasting the moment. As her m.o.a.ns intensified, signifying an imminent climax, I sprayed my seed over her back, covering her delectable ass with my seed, only to wash away a minute later. Then, I walked out, leaving the spent beauty behind. I would be waiting very enthusiastically for Hermione to send her away for her protection, only for her to end up in my arms.

It was quite late when I returned to the manor. I knew the best thing to do would be to return my room and continue my research, less change I made, the better. However, watching Hermione's mom in the shower made me quite horny, making me more aggressive about my plan. I walked towards the room Narcissa was using as her bedroom after a brief pause to change into sleepwear. I had no fear of meeting with Lucius in her room, because they had separate rooms according to Draco's memories. I stood in front of the door, trying to put a depressed expression on my face, and knocked the door.

"Who is it?" Narcissa said, startled a bit.

"It's me, mom," I answered, trying to make myself sound depressed.

A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing Narcissa as she tried to wrap a robe around her. "Did something happen?" she asked in a panicked voice.

"Can I come in," I said, keeping my gaze low.

"Of course, my dragon," she said and pulled back, letting me join her in her room. "What happened?" she said after I entered the room.

"I had trouble sleeping," I murmured, trying to sound as pathetic as possible, hoping that would hide my enthusiasm. "Dumbledore's face is appearing whenever I close my eyes."

"Oh my poor son," she said and hugged me.

I turned slightly to hide my boner, as the sensations from her silk-wrapped body didn't help my efforts to keep things under control, her robe and nightie doing little to hide her body from touch as my hands slowly roamed her back. I was so tempted to push her down and enjoy her body, but held myself back. I didn't want to ruin my plan with an untimely indulgence. "May I stay with you tonight?" I asked.

She pulled out of the hug and looked at me with shock. I could almost see the thoughts flying behind her startled expression, trying to understand my sudden change of behavior, but soon, her expression softened, doubtlessly blaming the stress Draco was under for the situation. "Of course you can, Draco," she said, trying to smile in a carefree way, though I could easily see the worry peeking under her fake expression. Someone nicer than me would be feeling guilty about her motherly instincts to attain such an achievement, but unfortunately for her, I wasn't a nice person.

Neither of us spoke as I slid under the covers while she turned off the lights. I listened her removing her robe, then she joined me under the covers. I wasted no time before wrapping my arms around her torso and pulling her closer. She stiffened, but said nothing, moving a bit to make sure she was comfortable. A couple minutes later, I was in a fake sleep. Narcissa lay motionless, but it was clear that she was still awake.

Of course, her relative calmness wasn't to last. I had brought one of the l.u.s.t potions with me, one applied through skin absorption. I brought my hand into my pocket, putting a decent amount of it to my hand, significantly more than the recommended amount. I put my hand over her n.a.k.e.d leg, glad that this particular potion was barely noticeable during the application process. I slowly dragged my hand on her skin, once again surprised how smooth it felt.

She squirmed a little under my touch, as it landed on her thighs, but she didn't act out after realizing my hand wasn't climbing upwards. I poured some more potion to my hand and applied just in case. After all, I was planning to make her break a really important taboo. Of course, there was a side effect of applying the potion with my bare hands, a generous portion of it seeped into my own bloodstream, making my c.o.c.k to flare into the life. Thankfully, Narcissa's body wasn't close enough my waist to notice. I moved my hand back to her torso and wrapped it around her waist, loose enough to not to make her uncomfortable, but tight enough to make sure she won't be able to slip out of the bed when the arousal finally hit.

First effects appeared after fifteen minutes, fifteen long, agonizing minute, with nothing to do other than listening to my excited heartbeat. First, she shifted her position, hoping that it would fix her issues. Then, her lethargy evaporated, and she started to squirm. I let my hands settle on her midriff, but otherwise stood completely still. Soon, her squirms turned into writhings, and she tried to stand up from the bed, but I made sure to act the part of a clingy sleeper, keeping my arms firmly around her waist. Unable to stand up, she shook my shoulder a few times, but I continued to play sleeping.

It didn't take long for her to give up, which surprised me. I was expecting for her to struggle harder. For a moment, I was afraid that she had more willpower than had previously assumed, and the night was going to be a dud. But then, she shifted between my arms and turned her back to me. More importantly, I noticed her hand sneaking down under her robes. Knowing she cannot see my face, I let a smile pop on my face as I listened to her quickened breaths. I waited a couple of minutes, enjoying her frantic breathing, getting more out of control every second.

Then, without a warning, I pulled her close, my erection resting between her tight buttocks. Her whole body froze for a second, then she tried to pull away, only to be prevented by my grip once more. "Please wake up, son," she asked even as she shook my shoulder, but I continued to act like I was asleep. This time, keeping the sleeping act was even more difficult, considering the pleasure was spreading to my body with each movement. I was happy when she turned her back to me once more, but it didn't compare to when her hand sneaked under her robe once more, rubbing herself rhythmically.

Apparently, I have overused the potion on Narcissa, because it took three climaxes for her to finally settle to an uncomfortable sleep. Keeping myself from climaxing had quickly become a torture, even before she managed to finish the first one. The second and third ones were pure agony, enough for me consider loosening my grip and let her go to the bathroom. I didn't, because in the end, her every uncontrolled hip movement was pure pleasure.

And now, she exhausted herself to the sleep, it was my turn. I waited until I was sure she was asleep, then slid my hands upwards until her tits rested between my palms, then stopped for a while, until I made sure that she was still asleep. Then, I squeezed lightly, my fingers sinking slightly into her b.r.e.a.s.ts. I could feel her heartbeat quickening despite her sleep, courtesy of her sensitivity, enhanced to a ridiculous degree by the liberal application of potions. I wanted to squeeze until she squawked with pleasure, overwhelmed by ecstasy, but unfortunately, my plans required patience. After all, I didn't want just a quick f.u.c.k off her, I wanted to capture her completely, body, heart, and soul.

So, mirroring her earlier actions, I had sneaked my hand inside my pants, and started jacking off while the other gently caressed her b.r.e.a.s.ts over the cloth. Already overcharged, it didn't take for me to release my load, ruining my pants with my sticky fluids. I was tempted to whip out my c.o.c.k and paint her ass white, but glorious visions of future held me back. I let the euphoria from the release to wrap my mind, pushing me into the arms of the sleep…

Chapter 2

When I woke up, the first thought it was a nice dream, a dream hard to wake up. But I squeezed my hands, only to feel something squishy pressing against my fingers, and a m.o.a.n rang in the room, pushing me back to sleep.

"Son," I heard her speaking, her words barely audible between the m.o.a.n. "Can you pull your hands away."

"Sorry mom," I murmured, trying to sound as guilty as possible while I pulled my hands away. "I was asleep."

"It's okay," she said, standing up instantly. "I need to go to the bathroom," she added, and started walking away without waiting for my reply. At first, I thought her calm reaction to my hands was weird, especially since apparently she was awake for a while in that position, then I noticed a suspicious wet spot on the back of her robe. I smiled. Apparently, I misjudged just how hard it was going to succeed in my plan. It had been quite a while since Narcissa had an assisted release. Apparently, Lucius' short stay in Azkaban hurt him more than I previously assumed, preventing him from paying necessary attention to his wife. I shrugged, his lost, my gain.

I could hear the bath filling, and I had some ideas about how Narcissa would spend her time in there. I wanted to sneak inside. I had no doubt that it would be a view worth remembering, but I held myself back. I had important things to do.

After a brief visit to my room. I slipped to the library until the evening, this time focusing on memory modification charms and legimency. It would be nice to have access to some non-deadly options other than imperius if someone noticed something was out of order. Not to mention knowing legimency helped me better manage my occlumency. The studying lasted until the evening, then I changed into some nondescript clothing, and apparated to Knuckturn Alley. For half an hour, I walked randomly, hoping to find my target. Apparently, the luck was on my side, because I managed to catch a shady figure, trying to sell some silverware. Silverware stamped by the Black Family Crest.

I walked towards him. "Are you Mungundus Fletcher?"

"Yes," he answered, his tone already shifting into a smarmy salesman tone. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Derision rose inside me. He was really pathetic, unbelievably so considering he had the power to rewrite the reality. I didn't even bother speaking, just pointed him with my wand. "Imperio," I murmured. The spell took hold instantly, facing no resistance. "Where is the Order Headquarters," I asked. I know that, since Dumbledore is already dead, everyone that was aware of the secret could share it.

"Grimmauld Place, Number Twelve," he answered. I felt something clicking inside my mind as I was included in the cover of Fidelius.

"Good," I murmured. "Now, you will go there, and pick some more silverware to steal. You will also search and find a green amulet with snakes on it. You will also get it without hurting anyone, house-elf included, and bring that to me. Now, go." He disappeared, and I started waiting, hoping it would work. Possessing that amulet was a key to my plans, allowing me to manipulate many different people. Thankfully, Mungundus teleported back an hour later, and passed the item to me. A memory charm later, Mungundus lost all memories of their encounter, replaced by the memory of selling the amulet to a random person. I apparated back to the mansion, my mind already on my next encounter with Narcissa.

After a brief stop in my room and hid Voldemort's necklace in a sock drawer, casting a few concealment spells for good measure. Then I took a quick shower, changed into my sleepwear. I reached for another bottle of l.u.s.t potion I procured, this time in perfume form, and sprayed myself radically with it. It was a light one, but I hoped it would be enough help me dismiss her objections. There was no doubt that she would be feeling hesitant after the last night.

I knocked Narcissa's door, though when I pressed my ear to the door, I heard a muffled m.o.a.n. "Still?" I murmured myself in excitement. The cream I used had a notoriously short effect time, most of it fading after two hours. If she was still continuing her actions, it was very good news. Erasing the smug smile from my lips took quite a bit of time. I considered entering without knocking, but she wasn't ready for such direct intervention yet. Instead, I cast an unlocking spell on the door, unlocking it silently. Then I knocked the door. "Mom, I'm coming in!" I said, disregarding her shocked cry, and started to turn the doorknob. Still, I was deliberately slow in entering, wanting to give her time to gather herself. The euphoria of barely escaping being caught would fit much better into my plans.

The view I met when I walked inside was exquisite. She was lying on the bed, a hastily pulled cover on her. Her face was vermilion, her breathing hard. A pair of panties were on the ground, a few feet away from the bed, looking like they were thrown hastily, like the wearer of them were in a hurry. I could feel a stirring in my pants, so I started walking towards her bed.

"What are you doing, son?" she asked in a panic.

"I'm getting ready to sleep, mom," I answered, deliberately keeping my voice casual. "Last night was the first sleep without nightmares in last six months," I continued, injecting a bit of sadness in my tone. "You wouldn't deprive me off it, right?" Targeting her maternal instincts was enough to stall her to inaction for a few seconds, enough time for me to slip under the covers and wrap my hands around her waist. I could feel the thin fabric of her sleepwear under my touch, and a light touch of my little finger confirmed the absence of her underwear. I could feel her freezing in indecision. After all, she couldn't even stand up without displaying her distinct lack of panties. And while it would have made sense for her to ask for an excuse, or even ask me to close my eyes, being interrupted in the middle of the masturbation session wasn't very conductive for critical thinking. The l.u.s.t perfume I was wearing wasn't helping her to calm her mind, I was sure.

I let her continue laying motionless on her back, trying to come up with a solution, my hands tight around her waist, my head resting on her shoulder. I could feel her heartbeat thumping, out of control, her shallow breaths ringing in my ears. Despite doing my best to keep my expression clueless, I could feel the edge of my cheeks tugging. "Good night," I murmured, trying to act like I was about to fall asleep.

Just like the previous night, I feigned sleep, and just like last night, she started struggling to get away without waking me up, only to fail. Her tries soon faded. It didn't take long for her to realize she was facing the same situation with the night before, locked in place, with no way to pull away for hours without 'waking' me up. Still, I was surprised with the amount she decided to wait. Barely five minutes later, she turned her back to him once more, her hand was already on her p.u.s.s.y, her fingers sliding inside.

I decided to speed up my plan. Even with the addition of the l.u.s.t potions, her reactions were much harder than I assumed, which could cause for her to search for alternatives. Lucius wasn't around, away on a mission, but it didn't change the fact that she was currently easy mark for every two-bit predatory Death Eater. I had no intention to share her.

So, I waited until her breathing started to go out of control, then moved my hands while acting like I was asleep. The hem of her negligee was already up, so my hands easily slipped under it, resting on her n.a.k.e.d stomach. Her whole body froze as soon as our skin touched. "Son," she murmured hesitantly. "Son, are you awake." I continued playing dead, and soon, her courage, or her arousal returned in full force, her fingers moving once more.

Again, I waited until her pleasure was high enough that she was having trouble to keep her voice low. Then, it was the time for me to act once more. This time, I elected to suddenly pull her tighter, my c.o.c.k resting between her n.a.k.e.d ass cheeks. I wasn't surprised when she stiffened, but I stiffened as well when her hands started moving once more, her h.i.p.s moving in tandem. Her movement was so sudden that I barely held back a m.o.a.n. Curious to test her limits, I let one of my hands crawl upwards as she rocked her body, until it touched the bottom of her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

She didn't even bother to slow down before she gently grabbed my wrist, but contrary to my expectation, she gently pushed it over her b.r.e.a.s.t instead of pulling it away. I suddenly found myself palming her generous b.r.e.a.s.ts, my c.o.c.k getting even harder. I cursed the presence of my pajamas, numbing the precious sensations as she rubbed her body against mine. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the feeling, hoping to catch my own release before hers, but it was in vain. She started shuddering before I could reach a climax of my own, her m.o.a.ns momentarily filling the room. I could feel her drifting to sleep, leaving me with a full arousal.

I could have cast a stunner and finished myself, but I didn't do so. After all, despite being unknowing, she teased me mercilessly. Half an hour later, I drifted to sleep, my mind busy with the plan for the morning…

I was lucky to be able to wake up before Narcissa, my hand still on her tits, my morning wood trying to push her n.a.k.e.d ass cheeks. For a moment, I considered pulling my hand back and fixing her clothes before she woke up, but I didn't put that plan to the action, mainly because she was more than willing to sleep with my hand there. I wanted to see her reaction after waking up, especially after I dabbed some l.u.s.t cream on her thighs once more. I reached the bottle and poured a generous amount to my hand, then dragged my hand on her thighs, careful not to wake her up, then continued to play possum.

With the addition of the potion, it didn't take long for her to stir up once again. I held my breath, curious what she would do. Even with the last night's events, her reaction managed to surprise me. When her hand reached the one that was holding her b.r.e.a.s.t, I was expecting her to try to pry my fingers away, not putting pressure to sank my fingers into her flesh. She started to grind her h.i.p.s to my c.o.c.k once more, separated just by my sleepwear, m.o.a.ns starting to escape her mouth almost instantly. I was so tempted to push her down and f.u.c.k her mercilessly, but I held back. I could easily see that her courage was artificially raised by her l.u.s.t, and I didn't want to test just how good it would stand against my active involvement. So, I held myself back…

For now…

It had been one week since I had first entered Narcissa's bed. During the week, I did nothing other than studying magic during the daytime, and slowly teasing Narcissa during the nighttime. I had yet to go farther than the second night, when I molested her n.a.k.e.d b.r.e.a.s.ts. But during the week, I gradually reduced the amount of l.u.s.t perfume and cream I was using, so much that, yesterday, I had used nothing but a dab of perfume, and she had rubbed herself raw while grinding to my sleeping body. Lucius being sent away on a mission was a godsend gift, robbing Narcissa of only convenient outlet she had.

This time I didn't even bother to knock the door, and pushed it open after an unlocking charm, only to see Narcissa trying to push her negligee down, her breathing shallow, her panties absent. I could see her fingers still glistening with her juices. "What did I say about entering without knocking, Draco?" she said, but her tone was far from angry, filled with excitement instead, flared by the thought of being caught.

"Sorry, mom. I won't do it again," I said, both of us aware it would happen once again. We talked a bit casually, while she was doing her best to keep her short negligee down to hide the absence of her panties. A useless gesture, considering the clothes she wore tonight was even thinner than usual, making the absence of her underwear clear very distinct. I could easily see the shape and color of her spectacular b.r.e.a.s.ts, their small pink a.r.e.o.l.as peeking through the dark fabric of her clothes. She looked like she intended to be under covers when I arrived, but the miscalculation didn't seem to bother her. She only had a gentle blush covering her face while she tried to act unaware of her revealing state. "So, how do you feel?"

"I feel fine, why do you ask?"

"You look a bit tense. How about a massage. I don't want you to have an uncomfortable sleep."

For a moment, Narcissa looked indecisive, so I walked towards her, careful not to let my gaze wonder over her body. "Sure, why not," she murmured, and laid on the bed. I smiled. I wasn't expecting her to agree that quickly, not that I had any complaints about her quick compliance. I started with her neck, gently rubbing her smooth skin. Of course, she wasn't aware that my fingers were covered with a thin film of l.u.s.t cream.

She started purring softly before I even reached her shoulders. I hooked my finger to the straps of her negligee, and slid them down. She didn't notice, at least not until I slid her negligee down enough to most of her back. "Son?" she spoke in a slightly alarmed tone.

"It's hard to do it efficiently through the fabric," I said, pressing my hands hard on her back. A loud m.o.a.n escaped her mouth, but she didn't say anything else as I continued to caress her back, not even when my fingers caressed the edge of her b.r.e.a.s.ts. When I finally reached her bottom, I skipped it, shifting down to her feet instead. A silent, disappointed hiss left her mouth left her mouth as I skipped her ass.

I focused on her feet, raising them a bit even as my fingers danced over them. I started climbing, first to her calves, then to her thighs, pushing her negligee up on every beat. Soon, I managed to push her negligee enough to reveal the unobstructed view of her p.u.s.s.y, sopping wet with arousal, without her realizing. I lingered over her thighs for a long while, rubbing generous portions from the l.u.s.t cream. Soon, she stopped bothering to keep her voice low, every m.o.a.n ringing between the walls. It was finally time to move to the next step.

I didn't ask for permission before moving my hands to her ass, sinking my fingers deep without a warning. A shocked m.o.a.n escaped her mouth, e.r.o.t.i.c enough to make my pants uncomfortably tight. Still, her protest came suspiciously late. "Son, what are you doing?" she asked almost a full minute later, her voice suspiciously muffled.

"I'm massaging you mom," I answered, letting my fingers delve deeper. "I can get away if you aren't feeling comfortable, but I don't see the big deal," I said, my tone intentionally calm, like it wasn't a big deal for a son to molest his mother's ass. But in her addled state, she chose to take the statement at face value. She stayed silent, and I continued massaging her ass, getting a bit closer to her wet fold with every pass. A word of protest never passed her lips, even when my fingers brushed her sopping wet folds.

I could easily see that she was at the edge of a release, so I decided to finally stop my gentle approach, trusting the l.u.s.t potion and her own overcharged state to do the rest. I sat on her legs, and pressed one hand on the small of her back to keep her sufficiently immobile. Then, I reached for my wand and cast a very low powered conducive charm to further disoriented her. I licked my fingers, and pushed two fingers into her p.u.s.s.y, burying all of my digits inside her. A shocked cry left her mouth, but I didn't stop even for a moment, my fingers slipping in an out without any mercy. "Son, what are-" she started, only to be interrupted by a m.o.a.n. She tried to stand up, but the light pressure from my hand was enough to keep her in place. "Son, please- please stop. It's not right?"

"Come on mom, isn't it better than waiting until I was asleep then rubbing yourself until you fell unconscious. At least, by this way, you are receiving my full attention."

"You were awake!" she exclaimed in shock, not even bothering to deny.

"Yeah, I was," I said. "But don't worry, it's not a bother. It's not like we are having s.e.x. It's just massage in a different way, and I'm always willing to help you, mom. You are precious to me." My last words, added to the already confusing cacophony she was suffering under, was enough to silence her completely. She just lay there, wordless, writhing under my fingers. Soon, and orgasm hit her with the full force, filling the room with her cries, her warm juices flowing around my fingers. Still, I haven't slowed down a bit, pushing my fingers deep inside her again and again without mercy. Seconds turned into minutes, but only m.o.a.ns escaped her mouth as I finger-banged her without mercy. Then, after the fourth earth-shattering orgasm, she finally fell unconscious. I made sure to put her panties and bra on, then dressed her in the negligee. Then I pulled the cover over us, wrapped my arms around her, and let the sleep to catch-up with me.

Chapter 3

In the morning, I had managed to wake up before Narcissa, which was a lucky turn since I had forgotten to set up an alarm. Her waking up before me would have been bad, panicking without my attempts to manage the fallout. But since I was awake before her, I had some time to prepare the field. I reached for the tube of l.u.s.t cream I had leveraged last night, and spread a generous dab over her inner thigh once more, enjoying the every second my hands were exploring her skin. I wanted her to wake up horny and disoriented, which would prove productive for my manipulation attempts. With the massage complete, I wrapped my arms around her torso, and started waiting for her to wake up. Of course, my hands continued caressing her body, assisting the impact of the cream, not to mention enjoying the opportunity provided. I just did it slower, careful not to wake up.

It took a while for the cream, triggered by the cream and my touches, she started stirring. "Good morning, mom," I said, my voice cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning to you too, Draco," she answered, her voice as hesitant as it was the first day. "I slept well," she murmured.

"Happy to hear that, mom," I said, tightening my hold on her, my hands moving across her belly. She tried to get away, but I didn't allow despite her struggling.

"Draco," she said with a trembling voice, barely above a whisper. "I need to visit the bathroom, could you let me go please."

"Sorry, mom," I answered, loosening my arms, but caressing the bottom of her spectacular b.r.e.a.s.ts, and earning an e.r.o.t.i.c tremble for my efforts. I watched as she stood up, walking towards the bathroom, not caring about the lack of her panties, her nightwear a poor substitute.

I stood up as well, and spoke before she could disappear at the bathroom door. "I have things to do as well, so I see you in the evening," I said as I walked towards her, who suddenly looked like a cornered rabbit as what I was saying clicked. Uncaring, I leaned forward and placed a small peck on her cheek, then walked away, satisfied to see her hand was raised almost automatically, caressing the trail that was left by my lips.

After a quick shower in my room, I was ready to go out to support my plans. My first destination was Grimmauld Place. It had been a week since Kreacher's amulet had been taken. He must have been tortured by its absence enough to make him willing to do anything to get it back, especially if those recommendations were about to come from a pureblood offspring of Black Family.

I appeared a few streets away from the house, already wrapped in a disillusionment charm. I saw just how good of an idea it was when I noticed two robed figure sticking like a sore thumb, clearly Death Eaters, new recruits if their sheer stupidity and incompetence was any indicator. Carefully, I walked towards the door, relaxing only after I slid under the Fidelius' cover. Then I turned the knob open, and sneaked inside.

Despite expecting, I was still startled by the sudden appearance of Kreacher, his hands raised, ready to blast. "Stop, Kreacher," I said, my voice rising in panic. I dispelled my cloaking spell after seeing no immediate attack.

"Who are you," Kreacher asked, suspicion flowing off him like a river. Still, he halted his attack, allowing me to make my case.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, Heir of the Malfoys and a son of the Blacks." The way Kreacher's face lighted up was enough to put a smile, even to the face of a cynical bastard like me. After all, the loyalty and commitment of the house elves was something to behold, especially considering just how little they expected in return. Wizards were truly idiots not showing them the slightest appreciation. "I came to visit the house of my ancestors."

"Oh young master," Kreacher wailed, hitting his head repeatedly. "Kreacher is sorry. The house is used by blood-traitors and mudbloods, and Kreacher wasn't able to keep them out. They even stole the treasures of the Black Family."

"Stop," I ordered him. While I didn't have any magical authority over him, I hoped that the respect he had for my position would be enough to make him follow my orders. My expectations turned out to be accurate. He froze for a moment, then returned to a waiting position. "I understand it's the order of the previous owner of the house, and it wasn't something you could have stopped. You are a house-elf worthy to be a part of the Black Family." His expression brightened like a Christmas tree, and his mouth opened to say something, only to close without any sound. "Good, now tell me, what did they take."

"They stole Master Regulus' amulet," Kreacher said, only to stiffen instantly, realizing it was something he should have kept hidden.

I didn't allow him any time to gather himself. "Describe it to me, and why it's important." Just like before, Kreacher acted like my orders were legitimate, proving that habits could be as strong as magic. He explained the story of Regulus Black, losing his life in an attempt to steal Voldemort's amulet. It surprised me that he opened to me that easily, but he must have been feeling truly hopeless without it. "Don't worry," I said to Kreacher, reaching to my magic. "I promise on the honor of the Black and Malfoy families that I will bring that amulet back and destroy it." The magic flared around me, sealing the promise.

"Thank you, master," Kreacher said, his voice hitched. I could understand, it was probably the first time since Regulus that someone Kreacher deemed consequential did something for Kreacher, and a magic backed promise was nothing to underestimated even between the wizards. Still, it was a very small price to receive an obsessively loyal servant in return, especially since it required nothing I didn't already have from my side.

"Good," I said. "I know you belong to another master, for now, so I want you to never mention my presence in the house to him. I know you cannot deny if directly asked without hurting, but he has no reason to suspect I came here, so he shouldn't remember to ask as long as you don't hint anything." Kreacher nodded. "Now, show me the library." I wanted to examine the knowledge treasures of the Black family while Potter was away. After all, there was a reason for Blacks to be feared across Britain, even when they were whittled to the point of extinction. I was enthusiastic about to discover these reasons.

My plan was to spend the next two months in a deep study, until the 1st of August. The date where everything would change.

I was back in the Malfoy Manor, now pest-free, because Voldemort decided to move the house of his new favorite family, Notts. F.u.c.k.i.n.g squatter, I thought. It was ridiculous just how easily those so-called proud purebloods bent knees to a f.u.c.k.i.n.g homeless creature. Just like that, two weeks passed since I visited the Grimmauld Place, and I was studying deep in my room, when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, without even bothering to raise my head.

I heard a door opening and closing. "Hello, Draco," Narcissa said with a tender tone, one that could be mixed with a familial closeness, except the undertone of the l.u.s.t, detectable only because I knew what to look for.

"Hi mom," I said, raising my head. I could see that she was wearing a night robe, and little else. The fabric was woefully inadequate for hiding anything, after all. "What brought you to my humble room?"

"I wanted to check how have you been. You were a bit distracted during the last week."

She was right, I wasn't paying attention to her during last few days. A change from the previous weeks, where I made sure to have an intimate contact with her, whether a full massage or just a casual, fleeting touch. What she didn't know, however, was that the lack of attention was intentional, because I wanted to force her to seek me. I knew that after getting used to regular massages -massages that was much more sensual than what was appropriate for the family- she was going to feel the effects of the withdrawal. "Sorry, mom," I said. "I wasn't intending to vanish like that, but I was busy with my studies." I turned my head to her, and acted like I just had an idea. "How about I give you another massage as an apology. It has been a while since we had any mother-son time."

"If that's not a bother," Narcissa murmured, but her twitching hands betraying her excitement. Assisted by the Draco's memories, she was very easy to read. Still, I was impressed by the ease I was able to break most of her taboos. Apparently, Lucius was even more distant than I assumed, neglecting such a spectacular example of womanhood. Of course, I was glad, with the breach provided by Lucius, it was almost trivial for me to invade her mind and soul. I smiled, a smile that was carefully crafted to tell that, yes, it was a bit of a bother, but I was happy to suffer it for her sake. Narcissa shed her robe almost instantly. Under it, she was wearing another nightwear, its fabric even poorer than the robe, it's semi-transparent texture not up to the task of hiding anything. This time, she was wearing underwear, but it was a lacy set that managed to exude s.e.xiness better than n.a.k.e.dness.

She lay on my bed without the slightest concern, burying her face in my pillow. "Mom, remove the negligee, I want to use some massage oils this time, and let's not ruin your clothes." She followed my direction without the slightest hesitation, not commenting about the ridiculousness about her clothes being stained. After all, it took only a spell to clean it without any stain. She was on my bed, wearing only a set of skimpy underwear. It shouldn't be a surprise that I was sporting a raging hard-on, begging for a release.

I was tempted to reach for l.u.s.t cream to quickly prime her before pushing my c.o.c.k into her. After two weeks filled with intensive, full body massages that left no place of her body left untouched, she should be ready for it. After all, last few days, I hadn't even bothered to use the l.u.s.t cream to prime her for my attention, my n.a.k.e.d touch proving enough. I was sure that just a dash of the potion would be enough to push her enough that she shouldn't complain my c.o.c.k inside her.

Still, I wasn't willing to take the risk for it, just in case she felt suspicious and decided to test her blood. The previous ones had already dissolved with no way to detect, but there was a chance they would be detected in the first twenty-four after they were applied, and I decided to not to take the risk in case she was struck with a sudden suspicion.

I didn't need it either, not with the trust I had for my own skills to convince her without any potion. I poured some massage oil to my hand, then started dragging my hands over her body. First, I started with neck, then moved to her shoulders after a brief delay. She was already m.o.a.ning before I finished her back, although barely audible. Her h.i.p.s rose unconsciously as I climbed up on her legs, diligently rubbing her upper thighs. I could see the fragile cloth covering her p.u.s.s.y was damp enough to turn half-transparent, forcing my c.o.c.k to flare even harder.

As usual, no word of protest left her mouth, even when I finally reached her ass, mauling her plump cheeks without the slightest concern for shame. I could feel that it was time, proven when I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down, revealing her bare, freshly shaved p.u.s.s.y, all without a word of protest. I slid my fingers inside her without the slightest concern about her response. I didn't fear that she would react negatively, not after I had spent a whole week massaging her to the edge of a climax, only to leave her there. She was aching for a release, her body burning with desire. And breaking the trend for the last few days just made her hungrier. After the weeks I spent playing her like a well-tuned instrument, I could easily feel an orgasm closing by, brought by a minute of concentrated attention on her wet folds.

I was so hard that it actually started to hurt. I decided enough was enough, and it was finally time to act. I pulled one of my hands away from her body, and used it to push my pants down, freeing my c.o.c.k for the long-awaited second act. A shake of my legs later, I was n.a.k.e.d waist down, ready to slip inside her. I rubbed my hand over my c.o.c.k, covering it with oil. I had a feeling she would be too tight to accommodate my c.o.c.k, so anything to reduce the friction was a good thing. I aligned my c.o.c.k with her entrance, and took a deep breath, then pushed…

I was surprised when no words of protest left her mouth, though I had any intention of wasting the opportunity. I placed my hands on both sides of her to stabilize her body, and started slamming into her repeatedly, her tight tunnel squeezing my c.o.c.k. I wondered for how long Lucius hadn't touched her, because she was as tight as a v.i.r.g.i.n. She tightened around my c.o.c.k in an attempt to milk me, but I didn't want to stop, even momentarily. Stopping here would allow her to gather her wits, which was the last thing I needed. So, I continued pumping inside her repeatedly. Soon, an earthquake captured her body, leaving her trembling under me.

A minute, she just lay there, purring softly as I continued sliding inside her lazily. Then, suddenly, she let out a panicked gasp and tried to stand up, a move that was impossible thanks to my hands over her back. "Draco, what is going on? What are you doing!"

My eyebrow rose in surprise. I knew that she was deep in pleasure, but I hadn't guessed it was so deep that she had forgotten where she was, and who was delivering the massage. Still, even dubious, she had already consented to it, and I had no intention to give the control back. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her, preventing any immediate movement. "Why mom, I'm doing exactly what you want."

"Draco, you cannot do this, please stop, you are my son."

"Yes, mom," I replied enhancing my rhythm even further. "And as a dutiful son, I'm doing exactly what my mom wants."

"But this is-" she started, only to cut by a sudden m.o.a.n, hard enough to rattle the glass. "This is not what I want."

Despite my best tries, a snort escaped my mouth. "Really, mom, it's not what you want," I said, tugging her arms enough to pull her chest away from the bed. "Then please explain to me, why you are in my room, n.a.k.e.d without a protest, with the full knowledge that the previous time it happened, I pleasured you with my fingers hard enough to send to you to the land of unconsciousness. Please explain to me how you didn't want this?"

As I expected, Narcissa wasn't able to reply to my statement, though she tightened even further. I was glad to see that things were unfolding much quicker than I planned. Actually, I realized, so good that I saw no harm in pushing the process to the next step. I wrapped my arms around her torso and pulled back. Then, before she could say anything, I flipped her to a missionary position and impaled her once more, my c.o.c.k forcing her tunnel to stretch. Her eyes grew in surprise, suddenly finding herself looking at me, leaving her no illusion to hide behind.

She opened her mouth to say something, but I had no need to hear her words, at least not at this moment. I pressed my lips to hers, and pushed my tongue into her mouth, arresting her words before they could leave her lips. She stiffened in shock, her body coming to a complete standstill under my intimate attention. I hadn't slowed down even for a moment, my c.o.c.k sliding in and out, again and again, trying to dispel her shock. Still, I wasn't expecting success this early, which was why I was surprised when her lips started to reply my assault, slow, hesitantly, but replying nevertheless.

I didn't slow down for another ten minutes, slamming her repeatedly in the missionary position, in which she experienced another shattering climax that left her limp for a moment. A moment I sped up mercilessly, until her vitality came back amongst muffled m.o.a.ns. Then I pulled back. She looked surprised for a moment, feeling the absence of my lips. Our eyes met for a moment, guilt, shock, and pleasure dancing in her eyes, then she tried to avert her eyes. "Don't avoid my eyes, mother" I ordered in a deliberately husky tone.

She straightened her neck and started looking my eyes as soon as the order left my mouth, not even the slightest delay in following the order, though I could see the doubt. "Why son," she said in a trembling tone. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why, mom, asking like that, one would think that you are unwilling," I said, unable to stop a mocking taste to color my tone.

"Of course I'm," she said, trying to sound stern, but it was an exercise in vain, considering half of the words that left her mouth was drowned by her m.o.a.ns, removing the bite she tried to inject.

"Really, mother," I said, not letting my beat even for a second. "If you are that dissatisfied with the situation, you only need to say stop, and we will stop, and I will never touch you again."

I knew that such a statement was daring. If she managed to utter the word in a momentary daze or panic, it would throw my plan back a month at best. I had no intention to actually respect her wish of course, but that would change the dynamics quite a bit. So, when she opened her mouth, a wave of panic passed through me. I did the first thing that came to my mind, I quickened my beats, pushing my c.o.c.k even deeper into her, hoping a last-minute flare of pleasure would be enough to dissuade her from her idea. Her mouth stayed open for almost a minute. A long, drawn-out minute. But in the end, the noise that left her mouth was limited to wordless m.o.a.ns.

"Good choice, mother," I said, and leaned for another kiss. This time, surprising me even further, her tongue was active. Not active enough to actively try to push into my mouth, not even enough to meet mine on the halfway. Still, it was enough to caress my tongue as I aggressively explored her mouth. I could feel my pleasure building up. "I'm about to c.u.m, mother," I said, pulling back, enjoying the pure look of panic on her face before locked her lips once more. I started sprouting inside her as she trembled in throes of yet another orgasm, her walls squeezing to extract the last few errant drops. I pulled away from her lips once more, and whispered. "You are mine, mother."

She said nothing. I smiled.