Cultivating Pleasure Chapter 8 (Patreon)
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AN: Since I received a DM about this, I would like to reinforce the fact that this is a Harry/Multi story. While he may have a main partner, it will never become an exclusive relationship.
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Harry sighed as he walked up to the Granger residence. It was the the third time in as many days in a row that he’d come back here after Hermione had caught him shagging Pandora and Emma. She’d vanished that day, apparating off somewhere else and not returning until just past midnight.
Since then, Harry had tried desperately to talk to Hermione. He wanted to explain everything to her, to justify it all so that she wouldn’t be so upset with him, but she refused to speak to him. Anytime he showed up at her house, she refused to open the door for him or she’d already be out of the house.
Emma wasn’t able to offer him much support either. Apparently, she’d had more success in at least being able to talk with Hermione, but things still seemed rocky.
Well, Harry wasn’t going to give up so easily. He was here again, determined to try to make things right if Hermione would let him.
He knocked on the door firmly and waited. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before the door unlocked and started to open. He put on a nice smile, hoping it was Hermione at the door, but his hopes were dashed when he spotted Emma instead.
“Hey,” Harry muttered as he tried to keep from grimacing.
Emma offered him a sympathetic smile. “Hi, Harry. I’m sorry but Hermione is out again today.”
Harry nodded glumly. He really shouldn’t have expected any different. “Okay.”
“Why don’t you come in?” Emma suggested as she swung the door open wider.
“I’m not really in the mood for a shag,” Harry replied.
Emma laughed then. “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she told him. “I just thought you might want a little pep talk.”
“Oh,” Harry muttered embarrassedly. His cheeks were turning a dark shade of red, but he wasn’t about to turn down the offer of help. “Actually, a pep talk might be nice.”
“Come on in then,” Emma waved him in.
Harry walked inside, kicked off his shoes, and stepped into the living room while Emma closed the door behind him. For some reason, Harry felt strange being back inside of Emma and Hermione’s home. After Hermione made her feelings about his relationship with her mum quite clear, it almost felt like he was intruding on her space here.
But before he could reconsider his decision to come inside, Emma was guiding him to sit down on the sofa. She sat down next to him with a gentle smile and placed one of her hands comfortingly on top of his.
“I want you to know that you didn’t do anything wrong by being with Pandora and I,” Emma began gently. “We’re all adults here, and we’re free to make our own choices. I think Hermione is hurt for another reason.”
“Like I kept it all a secret from her?” Harry asked.
“That’s a part of it,” Emma agreed. “A small part, I think. Really, the most important part is that I think she’s finally come to terms with her feelings for you. I think that she’s had a crush on you far longer than even she knew.”
A part of Harry had hoped that this wasn’t the case. It made his relationship with both Emma and Hermione so much more complicated. How was he supposed to tell Hermione what he felt when all that she’d be thinking about was how he shagged her mum? And how was he supposed to act around both of them if this really was the case?
On the other hand, after that brief moment where their lips had touched at Luna’s house, Harry had felt a genuine spark between himself and Hermione. If she felt the same as him, then maybe she’d be willing to give it a chance.
But he didn’t think he could maintain a relationship with her and Emma at the same time.
If he chose Hermione, he would lose Emma. They didn’t exactly have a normal romantic relationship, but the sex was incredibly hot and fun. It was a casual relationship, but it still meant a lot to Harry.
If he chose Emma, then he would lose Hermione. At best, he would have a strained relationship with his best friend—if she even stayed on as his best friend after this. He didn’t even know if Emma would still want to be with him if she knew that it was hurting her daughter.
In truth, it wasn’t much of a choice to Harry. He knew where his heart stood.
“I think I have a crush on her too,” Harry admitted, hoping Emma wouldn’t take it too hard.
To his surprise, Emma just nodded with a look of understanding on her face. She didn’t seem hurt in the slightest; in fact, she seemed happy.
“I know,” Emma replied with a light laugh. “Why do you think I kept bringing her up to you when we were in bed together?”
“I thought that you were just trying to be kinky,” Harry admitted as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
“There’s a bit of truth to that,” Emma agreed, “but the real point I was trying to make was to let you see her for who she truly is: a beautiful girl who really likes you. What we’ve had has been fun, Harry, and hell, who’s to say it has to even stop right now, but I know that I won’t be able to be around you forever. I know that you’d treat Hermione right, and I think that the two of you could be very happy together.”
Harry thought back to the years of friendship he’d had with Hermione. All of the times they fought with each other, the quiet study sessions in the library, the days they’d practise magic in an abandoned classroom, those lazy afternoons as they lounged by the Black Lake.
“I think we’d be happy together too,” Harry replied with a content smile on his lips.
“Then give her the space she needs to come to terms with everything,” Emma told him gently. “You’ve had a month to think about all of this, but Hermione’s only had a few days. I know my daughter, and she’ll need to think this over from every possible angle she can conceive of before she comes up with an answer to what she wants to do going forward.”
“I just wish it was simpler,” Harry sighed. “I wish I could sit down with her and explain everything.”
“Maybe you can in time,” Emma replied. “But for now, she needs to think things through on her own. Don’t punish yourself over this.”
“I’ll try not to,” Harry said.
“And just remember,” Emma said as she leaned in close to him. “You and Hermione aren’t together yet, so you’re free to shag anyone you want.” She winked at him and then planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Tease,” Harry chuckled.
Emma stretched her arms back, ‘innocently’ pushing her chest towards Harry. “I’m just reminding you that there’s still options out there if you need to relieve a bit of stress. Your hand is better suited to holding your wand in your hand rather than your ‘wand’, if you catch my drift.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I think I got it.”
“Too bad,” Emma laughed. “Here I was, all ready to give you a demonstration.”
“Why do I have the feeling you’re going to get me into trouble again,” Harry joked as he shook his head.
“Because you know me too well,” Emma giggled. She stood up from her seat to put some distance between herself and Harry. “I’ll tell Hermione that you stopped by again.”
“Thanks, Emma,” Harry replied as he stood up too.
Emma led him back to the front door and they said their goodbyes again before Harry apparated away from the Granger household.
“Harry!” Lily exclaimed in surprise as Harry landed directly into their back garden. She was on her hands and knees in the dirt, gently planting some rocket in a clear space in the garden. She quickly got to her feet and brushed some dirt off of her knees. “I was wondering when you’d get back home.”
“Well, I’m here now,” Harry smiled. His talk with Emma had done wonders to brighten his mood. “Did you need some help with the garden?”
Lily shook her head. “I don’t, but someone did just come calling about you.”
“Who?” Harry asked.
“Narcissa Malfoy again,” Lily beamed at him. “She said that she was so thrilled with the work you did for her last time that she’d like you to come over again and help her out.”
The memory of Narcissa’s beautiful body by the pool flashed through his mind. “Did she say what she needed help with?”
“It was something to do with planting seeds,” Lily shrugged. “I wonder why she didn’t just ask her house-elves to take care of that, but she insisted on you and your magic touch.”
This seemed like just the perfect thing to cap off this day. Emma was right: he and Hermione weren’t together, and he was free to shag anyone who he wanted. Even if he thought that there might potentially be something between him and her in the future, nothing was set in stone. And right now, he wouldn’t mind ogling Narcissa’s beautiful body if she was willing to show it off to him again.
“I should probably head over there right now while there’s still plenty of daylight left,” Harry said.
Lily rushed over and gave him a tight hug. “I can’t believe what a wonderful, responsible man you’ve become. Thank you again for being so helpful to everyone.”
Harry smiled and hugged her back. “Happy to help,” he replied.
Eager to get another glimpse of Narcissa’s hot body, Harry hurried back inside to the floo. He called out Malfoy Manor and stepped into the flames.
“Harry!” Narcissa exclaimed excitedly as Harry was thrown out of the fireplace into the entry hallway of Malfoy Manor. He stumbled forward right into her arms, and she wrapped him up in a tight hug.
“Hi, Narcissa,” Harry replied quickly as he felt her warm body against his. She was wearing a similarly loose set of robes like she’d worn the first time he arrived. He hoped that it meant that she was wearing a bikini underneath too.
Compared to their first meeting where it began quite formally, Narcissa was practically a chatterbox as she led Harry back outside.
“So, how have the summer holidays been treating you?” She asked curiously as she clung to his arm.
“They’ve been good,” Harry replied, trying to keep his mind off of how pissed Hermione was with him. Other than that major issue, he could definitely say that this was the best summer holiday he’d ever had. “I’ve been keeping quite busy.”
“So I’ve heard,” Narcissa hummed in agreement. “Your mother told me how you’ve been going around helping out other people with their gardens. And here I was thinking I was special.”
“You are,” Harry said quickly, only to realise that she had just been teasing him and wasn’t actually upset. The amused smirk on her lips didn’t feel mean-spirited like Draco’s smirks were.
“I’m glad that you think so,” Narcissa laughed lightly as she squeezed his arm tighter against her breasts. “I think that you’re quite special too. Your talent with herbology is quite remarkable. One can’t help but wonder what else you’re capable of.”
“Like what?” Harry asked.
Narcissa glanced up at the ceiling in thought, showing off her pretty neck to Harry. “Like many different things: performing incredible feats of magic, becoming a charming politician, or perhaps performing other services.”
The coy look she gave him at the end there told Harry exactly what she was insinuating. A couple of months ago, he would have mistaken Narcissa’s flirty behaviour as nothing more than excessive gratitude for the work he’d done for her, but his time with Emma and Pandora had taught him exactly what to look for in a woman to see if she was genuinely flirting with him. Narcissa was checking off all of the boxes.
Well, if that was the case, Harry wasn’t going to shy away from this. He’d let her make the first real move, but he was happy to flirt back with her.
“I do have a wide range of experiences to draw from,” Harry replied casually to Narcissa. “What type of services did you have in mind?”
“Oh, this and that,” Narcissa said as her eyes sparkled at him. “I had a special idea for today specifically to test out your skills.”
“And what would that be?” Harry asked.
Narcissa grinned at him. “You’ll see.”
She led him out back to the gardens behind the manor, following the exact same route they had taken the first time he had come here. Strangely, Harry didn’t see any sign of Draco, Lucius, or any of the house-elves; everyone seemed to be completely absent.
Once they were outside, it didn’t take long for Harry to figure out where they were going.
“Was there something wrong with my work?” He asked as Narcissa guided him towards the arched trellis that led to the pool she’d lounged at the last time he’d been here.
“No, it was perfect,” Narcissa assured him. “But I realised something when I was out here last: the hedges are growing a little bit too big. After the fiasco of trying to get the ground sorted, I figured it would be best to leave hedge trimming to an expert rather than risking something else going awry.”
Harry frowned in confusion. This was a simple job that house-elves normally handled, and there was no real danger of anything going wrong so long as they were trimming the hedges carefully. It would be quite a simple task for him to do and not exactly the test he’d been expecting from her.
They came to a stop beside the stone-tiled pool. The grass was back to being its normal bright-green self, and the yew hedges had seen their colour return too. Harry was glad to see that his work had paid off. However, he could also see that the hedges were starting to grow a little unwieldy at the tops. They were uneven and branches were starting to stick out awkwardly.
“I’m sure someone of your talents can manage this, can’t you?” Narcissa simpered. “After this, I might have a bit more work for you. In the meantime, I’ll be resting by the pool again.”
Before Harry could even respond, Narcissa had turned her back to him and strutted over towards the pool. As she walked, she started lifting up her robes again. This time, she had a silver-coloured bikini on underneath.
Harry bit back a groan as Narcissa’s arse came into view. Her silver bikini bottoms were wedged in the crack of her arse, and her cheeks were bouncing beautifully with every step she took. Her arse was plump and perfect, and he just wanted to dive right into it.
He turned his head away quickly as Narcissa discarded her robes casually on the ground and sat down on the same white lounge chair she’d reclined on when he’d last been here. She laid down on her back and put on some sunglasses to block the sun from harming her eyes.
If she was flirting with him the way he thought she was, then Harry knew that he had to handle this work carefully and quickly. Maybe this was just a big game to her, or maybe the extra work she had in mind for him after would be something more suited to his tastes. Regardless, he wouldn’t know until he was done.
So, with swift precision, Harry pulled out his wand and began carving.
Smooth swipes through the air lopped off the awkward branches growing out of the tops of the hedges while simultaneously smoothing out the surface. Harry repeated this all around the clearing and dropped the debris into a neat pile off to the side away from the pool. It only took him a few moments to clear away the tops and leave them perfectly flat.
Then, he started trimming the sides of the hedges. This was much faster as he was able to position his wand much more easily to slice through long stretches of the hedgerows. There were only a few times where he had to look deeper into the hedges to clear away any problem branches—he had the house-elves to thank for their diligent upkeep in that regard.
Ten minutes after he started, he was all done. He vanished away the plant debris, leaving the ground as clean as he’d found it. He gave the hedges one last look around and saw that they were perfect and healthy.
Through all of his work, Harry had felt Narcissa’s eyes on him. Although he couldn’t confirm it due to her sunglasses, he was sure that she’d been watching him work. And even now as he approached her, he was sure that she was watching him still.
Narcissa stretched out on the longer and arched her back, pushing her ample breasts tantalisingly towards the sky. She lowered her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose as Harry came to a stop next to her.
“You’ve done some fine work, Harry,” she practically purred his name. “I can see that I wasn’t wrong in expecting that you’d be a master at trimming bushes.”
“I suppose,” Harry said with a bemused smile on his lips.
“For your second job, I want to know your opinion on how I trimmed my bush,” Narcissa smiled at him.
Suddenly, she pulled at the two strings over her hips, and her bikini bottoms fell away from her body.
Narcissa parted her legs slightly and showed off her completely bare pussy to him. “Well? What do you think? Feel free to get a closer look.”
Harry did just that. He dropped to his knees and leaned in closer to her crotch. She was completely hairless around her pussy, and it was clear that she’d used magic to do it. Her skin was creamy and flawless, and she looked absolutely divine.
Brazenly, Harry placed his finger on Narcissa’s skin, barely an inch above her clitoral hood, and ran it from side to side teasingly.
“Very smooth,” he winked cheekily up at her.
Narcissa’s flushed face and look of lust in her eyes told Harry just how turned on she was right now. “Do you want to hear about the third job I had in mind for you?” She asked him breathlessly.
“I think I can guess at it,” Harry grinned.
“Still, I’d like to make it clear what I want,” Narcissa insisted. “First, I want you to go down on me. Then, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. And lastly, I want you to cum in my pussy.”
Harry raised a single eyebrow at her. She was a married woman, and her son was his classmate. This could get complicated really fast.
“Just to be clear, I take it you’re home alone?” Harry asked her.
Narcissa nodded her head. “I made sure of it. Lucius’s schedule has him at the Ministry until late tonight, and Draco is off with some friends on vacation. It’ll be just the two of us here.”
Harry smirked inwardly to himself. He wondered what Draco would think if he ever learnt that Harry shagged his mum. It would be a fitting way to get revenge for the destruction he did to Harry’s plants in the greenhouse at Hogwarts. But more than that though, Harry was doing this because it would be fun. A hot woman like Narcissa was just the thing he needed to help relieve some of the stress of the last few days.
“That’s good,” Harry told her. “I’d hate for them to interrupt once you start screaming my name.”
There was a slight tremor that ran through Narcissa’s body at Harry’s words. “I’m sure you won’t disappoint me,” she smiled at him.
“I think the bar’s a little higher than that,” Harry winked at her as he leaned in closer to her pussy. “When was the last time your husband made you cum?”
“Years ago,” she admitted freely. “He’s only managed it a few times by accident.”
“Well, I hope you’re ready for what’s about to happen then,” Harry replied as he kissed Narcissa’s thigh.
Since hooking up with Emma, he’d eaten her out quite a few times. It had been a little awkward to find what worked at first, but he’d been enthusiastic and Emma was a capable teacher. She taught him the signs to look out for to tell if he was doing a good job or not.
From the tremble in Narcissa’s thigh and the way she tensed her pelvic muscles, Harry knew that he was already off to a great start.
He kissed his way up Narcissa’s left thigh until he was barely an inch from her swollen pussy, but then he suddenly shifted away to her other thigh. The mischievous gleam in his eyes was met by Narcissa’s desperate one as she waited for him to touch her core.
But Harry didn’t give in to her right away. He took his time building up with all of these little touches. His kisses were soft and delicate, and he let his hands roam up and down her legs gently. He knew that he was teasing her, but it would make her orgasm that much more explosive when it finally came.
After a couple minutes of this, he could see that Narcissa was nearing the breaking point of outright begging him to touch her pussy, so he did before she could ask.
The cute moan that escaped Narcissa’s lips when his tongue lapped up the juices that were collecting along her slit was as sweet as any he’d heard from Emma, Luna, and Pandora. Despite her pure-blood, professional demeanour the last time he’d been here, she was finally showing her true self.
“Yes,” Narcissa moaned happily as Harry continued to lick her. “Just like that.”
Harry ran his tongue all along her lips, punctuating his movements with an ever so gentle touch against her clit. He just barely grazed it, but each time he did, Narcissa’s body trembled with delight. He kept working away on her like this for several moments as he let her get used to the motions of his tongue. Then, he suddenly changed it up.
He pulled his mouth back for a moment so that his fingers could get involved. Harry took just a single finger and gently slid it into her pussy. Her walls were wet and ready for him, and they clung to his finger desperately as he pushed inside of her. He didn’t go too far inside of her though; he only went deep enough so that when he curled his finger upwards, he found her g-spot.
Narcissa nearly leapt in her chair when he applied pressure there. “Oh!” She gasped, clutching to the armrests of the lounger.
“Trust me,” Harry smiled at her. “It gets better.”
With his curled finger still applying pressure, he brought his tongue back into the mix. He focused on her clit now, trying to suss out just how much stimulation she could take.
As it turned out, Narcissa seemed to have a higher tolerance than Emma did. Emma could only handle direct stimulation for maybe up to fifteen seconds at a time before she needed a break, and he could never be too rough with his movements. Narcissa seemed able to handle anything he threw at her.
He pressed down on her clit with the flat of his tongue while gently rubbing her g-spot with his finger. Narcissa’s entire body tensed up like he’d never seen it go before. Her back was arched, her limbs all stiff, and her face contorted in pleasure as she stared up towards the sky. Harry kept it up, not changing anything that he was doing, and Narcissa only lasted a few more seconds before she started moaning.
“Oh sweet Merlin,” she cried out in between moans. “Yes, Harry, yes!”
Her walls started contracting around his finger, but she hadn’t orgasmed quite yet. Still, Harry knew that she was close, and she just needed that extra little push over the edge.
He retreated his finger slightly and then pushed a second one inside of her, stretching her walls around him. His tongue started circling her clit, only ever grazing it. He gave Narcissa a few seconds to recover, to let her body relax back down to its natural state, before he returned to his assault.
This time, Harry had his two fingers run back and forth along her g-spot while he swirled his tongue directly around her clit. He’d been hedging that this wouldn’t be too much stimulation for her to handle all at once, and he was right.
Narcissa screamed and cried out, praising his name and begging for more. In less than ten seconds, her entire body was thrashing about on the lounger, and her pussy started spasming around his fingers.
Harry kept up his ministrations as best he could, but it was difficult with Narcissa bouncing around like that. He managed to keep applying enough pressure to all the right spots though.
“Harry!” Narcissa screamed as a sudden rush of liquid shot out of her pussy and down Harry’s chin and torso. Then, she suddenly gasped for air and collapsed back down onto the lounger.
As Harry retreated his fingers and mouth, Narcissa stared down hungrily at him.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she said breathlessly.
“Hopefully you’ll get to experience more new sensations once I’m fucking you,” Harry told her, feeling his cock throbbing needfully in his trousers.
“So eager,” Narcissa giggled lightly. “Give me a minute to catch my breath and then—”
Suddenly, she stopped speaking as the sound of some apparating rang out into the air.
Narcissa froze. “It must be Lucius,” she whispered loudly to Harry. The sounds of footsteps ringing out against stone started to grow louder. “He can’t see you here.”
Harry looked around. There weren’t many good places to hide in this clearing, and he didn’t know if he could get to the far end in time with how close the footsteps were.
“Disillusion yourself and hide,” Narcissa told him.
Harry fumbled for his wand but got it out and silently cast the spell faster than he ever had in his life. He saw his body start to blend in with his surroundings. He quickly jumped to his feet as Narcissa rushed to retie her bikini bottoms back on.
He started to run for the hedges to hide against them when he slipped. The liquid that had sprayed out of Narccisa’s pussy had made the floor slick, and suddenly, Harry found himself plummeting into the pool.
He landed in it with a great big crash, sending a spray of water up into the air just a couple of seconds before Lucius arrived.