Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: Request for DobbyDobs! This was scheduled to be Day Twenty-Eight, but since a second request came forth, I pushed it up a bit for you. I hope it's to your liking! Loose sequel to Day Four.

Day Twenty-Three:

Harry mentally pat himself on the back as he thrust more deeply into Narcissa. She was on her hands and knees before him and the quite undignified moans had surprised Harry at first. She was a wanton, sexual creature, and he was delighted by the discovery. What had begun as petty revenge for Malfoy casting an Unforgivable on him, the result of which was the entire Weasley brood discovering that Harry had been sleeping with Molly, had become something he knew he'd be repeating in the future. None of the kids were too keen on the idea, of course, and Arthur had been furious. Molly had tried to claim coercion, but Arthur had known her long enough to know when she was lying. Harry shook his head, focusing on the task at hand.

He fisted one hand in fine, blonde hair, and pulled Narcissa's head back slightly, allowing him more leverage for his thrusts. She was like a wildcat. Her pussy responded to his pounding cock by squeezing him tightly every time he withdrew. He was afraid he was going to shame himself and cum too early, but he steeled himself and locked in tight to his self-control. His free hand traveled the contours of the older woman's body. He slid his palm up over her ribs, rolling one nipple between his thumb and middle finger, gritting his teeth as the sensation caused Narcissa's muscles to clamp down around him.

It hadn't been difficult to seduce her. He had a feeling that she had wanted exactly this for far longer than he could guess. Harry rolled his hips slightly, wringing a gasp from Narcissa at the change in angle and pressure. He grinned at the reaction, repeating the move every few thrusts. He loved keeping her guessing, and she obviously was enjoying it as he drew a third orgasm out of the woman. Her screams of pleasure sent chills down his spine, sending heat straight through his cock.

The door slammed open and both Narcissa and Harry snapped their attention to the doorway. There Draco stood, his mouth agape, obviously furious. "Mother! What do you think you--" Malfoy's exclamation was cut off abruptly by the spell traveling from Narcissa's wand. It had him gagged and bound to a conjured chair. "Now, now, Draco, darling. A Malfoy mustn't ever interrupt. It's not polite," Narcissa claimed, breathlessly. Harry was shocked by the statement, but chuckled to himself, then thrust into her willing body with renewed fervor. Draco had no choice but to watch, in utter and complete shock.