Professor Potter Ch. 28 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Sometimes its just that simple.

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She doesn’t say anything, at first. A tremble goes through her though, and after a moment of him standing just inches away from her, just outside of her direct personal space… Narcissa Malfoy slowly sinks back down to her knees. Harry looks down at her, making sure to keep his own expression unreadable, even as she slowly unbuttons again. Taking her tits back out is a good start, but she’s silent the entire time, throwing him quick glances but not saying a word.

When she reaches for his robes again, her fingers trembling, Harry decides enough is enough. As her hand closes on his crotch, he casually bats it away, sending a jolt of surprise through her. The older witch looks up at him, eyes wide, but Harry just lifts an eyebrow at her in response, making her flinch back at the look on his face.

“… P-Please…”

Scoffing at that, Harry shakes his head.

“Please… what? Please leave you alone? Please rock your world? You’ll have to be a bit clearer, Lady Malfoy.”

Her composure shatters at that, as she looks between his crotch and his face, objectively fearful that he WILL leave her alone. Harry still isn’t entirely sure what he’s stumbled into here… but it seems there’s more to Narcissa Malfoy than meets the eye, that much is true.

“Please… r-rock my world…”

The words sound strange coming from the Pureblood Witch. She’s clearly never said something like that in her life, but she’s also smart enough to intuit what the words mean as she repeats what he’d said. Still, Harry can’t help the snort of amusement that leaves his nostrils. Reaching out, he grabs Narcissa by her hair, jerking her head back as she gasps on her knees before him.

“Truly? You’d ask that of a Half-Blood like me?”

He’s not just mocking her for the sake of it. He’s genuinely curious. And, as Harry stares down into Narcissa’s eyes, he realizes he’s right to be. There’s a flicker there, only for a moment… but at the same time, long enough that he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt she does in fact have a problem with his blood status. That part wasn’t an act. Narcissa Malfoy was indeed a product of her heritage and marriage, a discriminating, prejudiced Blood Purist through and through.

So then why? Why was he getting this reaction from her? Lips thinned out, eyes narrowed, Harry reaches down with his other hand and frees his cock the rest of the way from its confines. He pulls his throbbing shaft out into the open and proceeds to slap it across Narcissa’s face. The older witch gasps, and then to his surprise, moans quite wantonly and even tries to rub her face against his dick in excitement.

“What in Merlin’s name is the matter with you, woman?”

The words slip out before Harry can stop them. He’s just so… flabbergasted. Draco’s mother was acting like a lust-drunk whore. Like a needy little slut, rather than the proud Pureblood Lady he’d thought her to be. Nymphadora had put all that effort into building Narcissa up into this big bad scary witch in his mind, and Harry was trying to keep his perspective, really he was… but this was just so outside the realm of his expectations, it wasn’t even funny.

“Please… please!”

With her so insistent, Harry grunts and lets her have at it, bringing her head around so her lips are pressed against his cockhead. Narcissa’s mouth opens without question, and she positively consumes his cock, ravenously descending down it’s length right there in front of him. A cock-hungry slut, through and through, the Pureblood Witch begins to throat his member right off the start, not even trying to show any semblance of class or decorum.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

As he lets her have a go at him, as he loosens his hold on her hair, Narcissa gets more enthusiastic as time goes on. The Ancient Runes Professor brings her hands up and wraps them around his waist, clasping them behind him in a bid to pull him even deeper in. Her eyes water, and tears do stream down her face, but she doesn’t seem to care. All that matters to her in that moment is choking down his cock.

She’s like a starving woman just presented with an all you can eat buffet, ravenous in the way she inhales his dick without reservation and without hesitation. She’d held herself back initially, but once he gave her the go ahead, she just can’t help herself. And yet, as good as it feels, as much as he’s enjoying the way she’s going to town on his cock, it still leaves Harry with more questions than answers.

Narcissa really had been all too eager to ‘make up’ for her son’s imagined indiscretions. She really had been ready to get down on her knees for him at the drop of a hat. Why was that? What was the game here? Was he being manipulated? If so, it was some of the most ham-fisted manipulation he’d ever seen.

One thing was for certain, he wanted answers. And he wasn’t going to get them while Narcissa’s mouth was still occupied with his cock. Gritting his teeth, Harry tightens his grip on the older witch’s hair again, and begins to take control, fucking the throat of Draco’s mother right then and there next to the desk in her own classroom.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Her eyes flicker up to meet his as he begins to thrust down her gullet, but after a moment, they turn lidded, and she all but surrenders to his domination, submitting with an ease that honestly confuses him even more. But not so much that he doesn’t finish the job in short order. His cock, rampaging down her esophagus, pistons in and out of her lips and mouth a few more times before he’s finally reaching the point of no return.

“Here it comes, Lady Malfoy. Swallow.”

His command is given without a second thought, but it’s as much a test as it is an order. The Pureblood witch stiffens, as he begins to cum down her throat right then and there. Her nostrils flare, and her neck ripples as her throat convulses with her attempts to obey. She drinks down his seed, guzzling it as it exits his cockhead, and Harry groans at the very tight, very suctioned feel on the tip of his member.

To her credit… she swallows every last drop. But that in and of itself is just as odd, is it not? A prissy, haughty Pureblood Lady, able to drink down a man’s load as if she’s a high-class whore? Harry doesn’t get Narcissa Malfoy… but he’s not about to let her remain a mystery for much longer. The moment he’s done filling her belly with his seed, Harry yanks himself out from between her lips.

With his hand still tightly gripping her hair, he yanks Narcissa up off of her knees and pushes her back to her desk. She gasps as she’s backed up into it, her hands coming back to clasp at the edge, but Harry doesn’t hesitate, advancing on her. He grabs her by her hips and lifts her into the air, taking no time at all to sit her down on her desk right then and there. The Ancient Runes Professor squeaks, a sharp exhalation of air as her tits, still out of her top and completely naked, bounce and jiggle from the impact.

Narcissa instinctively spreads her legs for him, which is good because Harry is already moving into place between them. Hiking up her dress, getting the fabric out of the way as fast as humanly possible, Harry snarls as he tears her panties clean off of her with his bare hands. Despite being a haughty Pureblood, Narcissa doesn’t protest. Instead, she lets out a keening, needy sort of noise as his cock slaps down across her slit.

… But Harry doesn’t enter her. It’s clear from the way she’s staring down at where they would be joined in anticipation that she wants him to, but Harry pauses instead, and grabs Narcissa by the nape of her neck, forcing her to look him in the eye as he holds actual sex hostage.

“If you want me to fuck you properly, I want answers.”

Narcissa stiffens, flushed and panting heatedly as she stares back at him like a hunted animal.

“… V-Very well…”

And yet there it is. She gives in so easily. Scowling, Harry dips just the tip of his cock into her sopping wet folds.

“Explain. Why are you so eager? You continue to look down on me for my Blood Status and don’t even try to deny it. And yet…”

Biting her lower lip, ducking her head at the accusation, Narcissa trembles for a moment, before finally speaking.

“I have a d-disease… an affliction, if you w-will. I have… always had these urges, powerful and nigh-uncontrollable. Sexual, in nature. All my life, I have struggled with them.”

She couldn’t be serious. And yet, Harry could tell she was.

“… I was able to hide my true nature… mostly because both of my sisters drew attention to themselves in other, more explosive fashions.”

That tracked. Bellatrix was… well, Bellatrix, and Andromeda was the black sheep before Sirius. In comparison, Narcissa was the good girl, wasn’t she? Or at least, her own mental affliction wasn’t so out in the open, apparently. Still, this explanation unsettles Harry for another reason.

“… Lucius handled your needs once the two of you married?”

His incredulity is obvious, especially in the way he says her husband’s name. The thought of Lucius Malfoy being some sort of… stud behind closed doors disturbs Harry more than he cares to admit. Thankfully, Narcissa blinks and then lets out a startled laugh, shaking her head.

“Ah… no. No, he did not. At least, not directly. He was… kind enough, or perhaps wise enough to manage my indiscretions so as to keep them out of the public eye.”

At Harry’s furrowed brows, Narcissa elaborates.

“I was given an allowance… through which I paid a number of younger, healthy, energetic wizards to fuck me on the regular and keep their mouths shut. They had their ways with me, and I them, and then Lucius’ gold paid them off. Until… it didn’t.”

For a long moment, Harry is left reeling at this information. It explained everything rather nicely, but at the same time… it was undeniably surprising. Maybe it shouldn’t have been, though. What had he really, truly known about Narcissa Malfoy, outside of that she was Lady Malfoy, Draco’s mother, and more recently, the Ancient Runes Professor?

Tonks had been so worried about her, about how she was some great manipulator. But it turned out, more than anything, Narcissa Malfoy had likely turned out to be a burden on Lucius that he couldn’t get rid of. Not without angering the powerful Black Family, and once they were no longer quite so powerful, well, she was the mother of his child. So long as she could still function in polite society and be his trophy wife at all the proper events, it likely didn’t make sense to send her away or risk anything coming out.

Still-

“P-Please… please fuck me now? I told you everything…”

Narcissa’s mewling prompts a jolt from Harry. He had been getting a little caught up in his own thoughts. Grunting, he thrusts the rest of the way into the older witch, filling her with his shaft. As he fucks her, he marvels at the true nature of Narcissa Malfoy. And to think, Tonks of all people had been trying to warn him off. Tonks, who’s name was Nymphadora, and Narcissa, who was in fact…

“You’re a nymphomaniac.”

Narcissa blinks at him, flushed and panting as he thrusts into her, looking confused. Obviously, she had never been properly diagnosed.

“H-Huh?”

But Harry would put any amount of money on it all the same. She was a nymphomaniac. Grunting, pounding into Narcissa’s cunt, he explains.

“It’s a muggle term. Their science and medicine has had to… expand quite a bit, to make up for the lack of magic. It means that while they can’t just magic away every injury that ails them… they have names for all sorts of maladies, including those of the mental variety. You, Lady Malfoy, are a nymphomaniac. A hypersexual woman who engages in compulsive sexual behavior, suffering from recurring and uncontrollable sexual fantasies.”

She looks shocked as he just lays it all out for her, likely describing her experience all her life to a T. Shaking his head, Harry can’t help but chuckle. All his confusion, all of his worry… and there was this simple of an explanation. The Black Family had all sorts of maladies afflicting it. Even Andromeda wasn’t the picture perfect image of mental health, now, was she? And her daughter… well, Nymphadora was doing about as well as could be expected, to be honest.

Still, Bellatrix was insane… and it would seem Narcissa wasn’t all there either. Though the woman was a fair bit better off than her psychotic sister, there was no denying that.

That said, if Narcissa was afflicted with nymphomania… had she truly gone months without sex? It had been more than half a year since Lucius had been locked away, and House Malfoy had been forced to pay steep fines to maintain their position in society. In all that time, if she hadn’t been able to pay for sex… how had she survived without an incident?

“… Narcissa, when was the last time you had sex, before this?”

Her inner walls clenching around his member, the older witch moaning up a storm as he fucks her there on the edge of her desk, Narcissa almost acts like she didn’t hear him, at first. But Harry isn’t buying that for a second. He growls after a moment, and Narcissa jolts, before looking at him and then averting her gaze, blushing hard in shame and embarrassment.

“… Two weeks ago. I… disciplined one of my students. I gave him detention… and then I told him he could choose between cleaning the classroom… or going down on me. He chose the latter.”

Harry’s lips thin out into a tight line at that. It wasn’t like he had room to be truly upset with her. After all, had he not abused his power in the same way with Daphne Greengrass and Hermione, back at the start of the year? It felt like an entire age ago at this point, but he most definitely had.

Still, it brings Narcissa’s problem into stark clarity, doesn’t it? He’s currently buried ball’s deep in a woman who will do anything for sex… even jump to conclusions about her only child’s conduct so she has an excuse to offer her body up to Harry for him to take his pleasure from.

And here they were, in a Castle filled to the brim with different factions… and plenty of people who would love to take advantage of Narcissa’s weakness, to use her against him, or turn her into a weapon. She was a ticking time bomb, really, and he wasn’t entirely sure he could expect to be able to handle her. Distance might be the only way to avoid the fallout of her situation.

But right now, he was buried ball’s deep inside of her, and distance wasn’t an option. With a growl, Harry continues to fuck Narcissa incessantly, while she moans and clings to her desk, cumming for him again and again.