Halloween: Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Harry and Narcissa looked over to see Matthew fucking Turpin stumble into the room. He looked at them with a baffled gaze before opening his mouth.

"Err… Apologies Narcissa, James… uhh… I didn’t…" He stammered out.

Meanwhile, Harry looked at him with his eyes full of triumph and vindictiveness. Gruffly, he grunted, “Oh don’t worry about it, Matt! It’s no big deal…” and with a glint in his eye, he looked at Narcissa.

Narcissa shifted her gaze to Harry, and what she saw made her feel so bad and even more hot under her skin. She knew what was coming and it sent a pulse of excitement and lust through her veins.

"FUCKKKK! HOLY SHIT YOU’RE SO BIG! OHHH MY LOVE OH YESSSSS! OHH YOU’RE SO FUCKING HARD INSIDE ME! YESSSS BABY FUCK MEEEE!" Narcissa howled like a woman possessed as Harry started rutting inside her with such ferociousness that she was literally seeing stars. She knew he was pissed with Turpin because of the way he had behaved earlier, and while she couldn’t fault him for looking at her that way, she couldn’t say anything to Harry either. Furthermore, this act of someone watching them fuck was so illicit and naughty that it turned her on even more. She felt and knew that Harry was equally turned on by the fact that he was basically staking his claim over her by fucking her in front of someone, and especially one who had pissed him off earlier that night.

Harry continued to hammer away furiously in her dripping snatch, intent on showing this guy. The sofa kept creaking loudly and Narcissa felt that the springs would come undone given the aggressive nature of their coupling.

"Holy shit…" They heard Matthew mutter with his voice full of awe and wonder as he witnessed what was an alpha male claiming his woman. Harry laughed harshly and continued to ram away inside her.

Narcissa was no better, so turned on was she with the way she was being exhibited and controlled by Harry in front of this voyeur that she kept thrusting her hips even faster, moving in tandem with him as she strove to take as much of him inside her as she possibly could.

He knew that Matthew was ogling Narcissa even now, taking in her semi-naked form writhing in pleasure on top of that black leather sofa, her heaving tits bouncing furiously inside her tight dress costume as she was fucked ruthlessly.

Harry felt it before he saw it. He felt how Narcissa started flailing about, her head roughly moving around as her hand desperately searched for something, anything to firmly hold on to. He knew her orgasm was rapidly approaching and knew that it was going to be a massive one. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was wide open, and anyone inexperienced might have thought she was having a seizure.

Her legs also tightened their hold around his waist and she shoved him forward so that he plunged deep inside her wet pussy. Narcissa screamed when she felt Harry’s cock collide with her cervix and knew she was not going to last longer than a few seconds. She could already feel the tightening of her stomach and also the seizing up of her pelvic muscles owing to the fact that she had been roughly thrusting herself up to fuck him back as hard as she could.

Her hands finally found a firm grip on the back of his shoulders. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and pulled him firmly against her. Her covered tits mashed against his firm chest and she sank her nails roughly on his back through his costume. Harry felt her scratch his back and hissed in pain. He knew she had drawn blood but both of them were so deep in lust that none seemed to do anything about it.

As he continued to drill inside her, he felt her tighten her hold on him and her pussy clamped hard on his throbbing erection. He couldn’t believe how tight she had gotten and the friction inside her was too much in spite of her pussy gushing like a waterfall.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK! YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Narcissa's cry was spine-tingling as her orgasm tore through her for the second time that night, and he wasted no time in swallowing her scream of intense pleasure as he clamped his lips on hers. They kissed like lovers forgotten as if two long lost soulmates had finally found themselves after years of failed searches.

Harry never slowed down, not even when her orgasm tore through her and she convulsed under his body. She flailed hard underneath him, and he was sure his back would be a sore sight the next day. Not that he minded, this was the most pleasurable moment of his life, and nothing could make him feel otherwise.

Bleeding scratches across his back aside, Harry was having the time of his life. He had Narcissa impaled on his cock, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around his frame as she continued to pull him even deeper inside her. He wasn’t sure he could go any deeper given their nether regions were almost indistinguishable, so hard he was pushed inside her, and he struggled to pound her any harder, knowing that he was reaching the limit of his stamina too.

"Mmmmmhhhhhh…" Narcissa groaned out as she pulled away slightly. Her legs were still wrapped around him tightly and he continued to fuck her as furiously as he could. Her orgasm had already torn its way through her and she was relaxing slightly. Her legs relaxed their firm hold on his lower body and her nails stopped digging into his skin.

They pulled away from each other when he felt her calming down slightly. She groaned as their lips detached from each other, and Harry sucked in a breath as he looked down at her. With her cheeks having had taken on a rosy hue which was visible even in the dim light, the way she was breathing deeply as if she had just run for hours on end, and especially the way her puffed lips looked so tasty that he wanted to feast on them even more, Harry thought he had never seen such a beautiful sight in his entire life.

Narcissa moaned gently as he continued to piston in and out of her. He was reaching the end of his stamina, and it showed in his comparatively sluggish movement, but Narcissa admired his dedication as he still continued to move in and out of her even after bringing her to the most satisfying climax of her entire life.

She realized she never wanted this moment to end. She wanted him to keep taking her, to feel that thrill and satisfaction she felt a few moments ago again and again.

For a few minutes, Harry kept fucking her slowly and lovingly as Narcissa’s body calmed down. Turpin was still standing by the door, unmoving but keeping his gaze firmly fixed on them. Narcissa smiled at Harry as he continued to gently push his manhood inside her body, her pussy had stretched so thoroughly that it easily reached places inside her that she had never known the existence of.

Gradually Narcissa began to feel her arousal spiking again. Having already experienced two mind-shattering orgasms was not enough for her now that she had experienced how exhilarating it felt to fuck him. She wanted him to fuck her again, to bring her to completion once more. The fact that he had not climaxed yet was another motivation for her.

"Oh… mmmm…" She moaned softly as he slid his rod slowly and gently inside her. She felt him stretch and withdraw her snatch as he slowly slid back and forth. “You feel sooo good, my love…” She smiled at him.

Harry simply chuckled as he continued to move, intent on bestowing upon her the best of himself. However, even he had his limits, and after an intense and long session of passionate lovemaking, he was slowly getting worn out.

"Maybe you should rest up for a bit, love…" Narcissa teased, knowing how his male ego would take her suggestion. Arms shaking in an effort to hold himself above her, he grunted out in a shaky voice, “I’m not done yet…”

"Oh I think you misunderstood, baby," Narcissa smirked up at him as he looked down at her with a perplexed expression. “I said you should take some rest, me, however, I am ready to go already…”.

She said teasingly, "You’re straining, love, and it’s admirable how long you kept… mercilessly fucking me, so hard my pussy is still pulsing, look…” She gestured down to where their bodies were still joined together. “However, I want more… I want to make you cum, baby… and so, I’m going to ride you until you have shot your load deep inside me…”.

Narcissa felt a sense of forbidden lust shoot through her as she realized what she had just said. They had used neither the barrier charm nor the contraceptive charm, and the illicit thought of Harry shooting his load deep inside her was a massive turn on. Her pussy clenched at the thought of Harry cumming inside her dripping pussy.

Meanwhile, Harry turned around to look at the unintended intruder and spoke in a deep voice.

“Well, could you give us some privacy now, Matt? I think the show’s over…”

“Oh… umm… yeah… sure James…” Turpin stammered out as he hastened to make his way out of the room. Their eyes followed his retreating figure as he crossed the threshold of the dimly lit office.

“Don’t forget to close the door!” Harry shouted out, still laying on top of Narcissa, his pelvis slowly rocking back and forth.

Turpin didn’t turn back and as quickly as he could, went out and shut the door behind him. Both of them had an idea where he was rushing off to, but neither wanted to dwell on that.

Turning back to Harry, Narcissa asked, "Think you could help me out a bit?”

Harry reached around her waist, grabbing her lithe frame and holding her close, before he sat up straight, dragging her up with him. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist with her pussy stuffed with his cock. Not breaking any contact, Harry turned around so that Narcissa was comfortably situated on his lap as he leaned back so that he rested against the backrest of the sofa. Legs dangling off the sofa, he made himself comfortable as Narcissa unwrapped her legs slowly from around his waist and folded at her knees. She straddled his lap with her legs folded under her body and dropped down to make herself comfortable.

Harry’s cock slammed hard as she dropped down completely, engulfing her pussy and stretching it to the limit, and somehow pushing even more deep inside her. Narcissa couldn’t believe it! His cock was trying to bury itself inside her cervix! The force was so intense that she released a loud cry. Narcissa felt herself tremble and it felt like she could come yet again right then and there. She took deep breaths to compose herself and looked at Harry.

He was staring straight at her with a look she couldn’t fathom. However, she liked what she saw as she gave him a devious smile. He smiled lustfully at her and gripped her thighs as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

“Well, I don’t think that glass desk or that chair could’ve taken what we are about to do, so this is apt, I should say…” Narcissa smiled.

Meanwhile, Harry was grinning lustfully as he looked ahead at her. The way they were positioned right now, he just had to tilt his head a little bit upwards to look into her eyes. His eyes were level with her heaving breasts and the air he was constantly exhaling hit her skin right where her cleavage was, causing her to shiver in excitement.

"So… you’re gonna fuck yourself on my hard cock, huh? You gonna bounce on my thick rod, you slut?" Harry grunted out as he began to caress and squeeze her bare thighs.

Narcissa shuddered at his name-calling as she started to slowly rock her ass back and forth on his cock, His length slid inside her slick pussy and Narcissa gradually started to gently move to and fro.

"Mmmmm Yesss!" She moaned throatily as she felt his throbbing erection completely stuff her insides. The way it had fit and stretched her quivering snatch was heavenly.

"Yeah, that's it, Cissy, ride me like a slut, baby," Harry growled at her as he stared at her body with his eyes full of lust.

Narcissa moaned as she started rocking her hips back and forth, impaling herself on his hard-on. He was reaching deep inside her, his cock repeatedly hitting her cervix.

“Take it off!” She growled as she grabbed the top of his costume, and with one hard yank, he took it off, leaving his upper body bare for her pleasure. He threw it away before grabbing the front of her own dress and pulling it down, freeing up her heaving breasts.

“Oh yeah, baby! Ohhh… mmm… Yes!” Narcissa moaned as Harry latched on to her nipples and sucked hard. She hissed when he bit on her pink nub and reached behind her to unzip it. Harry kept sucking and licking her breasts and mauling them harshly. His fingers left red marks on her soft and firm tits, the flesh jiggling and bouncing in tandem with her own movement.

Narcissa moaned as Harry gave a harsh bite and pulled back. The moment he did so, however, the blonde goddess pulled her red dress above her head and threw it away where it landed on the chair in front of the glass desk. Now fully naked as her lover was, Narcissa started to roughly bounce on his cock as hard as she could, fucking and impaling herself and him as fast and as hard as she possibly could. She wanted him to cum so bad, to have him shoot his load right up her dripping fuckhole, to lead him to the greatest orgasm he ever had in his life. Her blonde locks were bouncing on her shoulders as she pulled Harry in a searing kiss, intent on spoiling him for any other woman. She resolved to mark him as hers, to stake her claim, and she would make sure he knew it as well.

‘You’re mine, Harry.’