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Voldemort Is Harry 17 - Walking Towards Death
🕑 Added 2024-07-08 14:06:52 +0000 UTC"Then this is nothing but a normal occurrence between a man and…” Harry nestled his face between her ear and her neck and kissed there before uttering his last word. “...his woman.”
Harry once again plucked Narcissa's ripe red lips with his own, while both his hands continued to knead the cloud-like breasts. Between her spread legs, he grounded his cock, rubbing it back and forth.
Having come to terms with his deeper dark desires already, Harry openly claimed and accepted this curvaceous ripe woman underneath him. Her aromatic scent filled his mouth with lustful sweetness, still yearning for a sign of acceptance from her.
Their breaths drowned into each other. Harry slipped his twisting tongue between her red lips and coiled with hers. A few tugs and her responses returned, aiding his exploration and following him back to taste him as well.
"Um…" Narcissa breathed audibly and moved her arms suddenly. One found its way to Harry's naked back, caressing it all over, while the other hand spread over Harry's dark hair and combed through it. Her core soon responded to Harry's grounding, dry humping as her legs arose and clamped around Harry's hips.
She had accepted him as her partner for that night.
Welcome to the family, Narcissa.
The continuous dry humping and kissing went on for long minutes, both of them slowly drowning in pleasure. Their minds went empty eventually and both welcomed the lust. Harry kissed her neck and continued to go down. Her silk nightgown was coming in the way, so he pulled it further up.
Narcissa herself aided by lifting her back, then shoulders, and finally her head, letting Harry take it all off. She felt a tinge of shame at the nakedness as the young man stared down at her body. But once she saw him frozen, giving her a heated lustful glance, she felt her pride blooming.
Despite her age, she had caught Harry Potter's eyes.
"Hmm…" Harry hummed and spread both his palms on her soft as tofu swells, fingers spread, sinking into her. Her tight, pebble-like nipples got caught between his fingers. He kept pinching them there, squeezing her breasts until he saw Narcissa tremble in ticklish arousal.
Harry wondered what she would think if she found out about Draco.
Although she was bound to him by the Unbreakable Vow, and if he were to order her to kneel and drown his cock in her throat she'd have to. But he didn't want that. Until the life inside her is born, Draco must remain in Azkaban.
"No need for these," Harry said and with one hand pushed down her white panties while remaining on top of her, only lowering himself enough to take her gorgeous breasts between his lips.
As soon as he successfully pushed her panties from her legs, he did the same for his own underwear and threw it away. Finally, both of them lay completely naked, Harry atop her, his bulging cock slapping against her sopping pussy.
"Oh!" Narcissa inhaled deeply, her belly sinking when Harry's length gently spread her and drove in.
Unlike the last time, she felt Harry paying more attention to her. His slow, tender thrust felt too sensitive, a lovely misery that made her fingers claw over his back. He filled her, delved into her tight walls, and made home, hilt deep.
Harry stopped at that point and relaxed on her breasts. His face hovered above hers, the tip of their noses almost touching. Supported by one elbow, his other hand caressed her face, moving away the locks of hair. "You don't mind this, do you?"
Narcissa's jaw tightened and her blue eyes looked away. Yet, she didn't refuse straight away. In silence, she took deep breaths, trying to ignore the thick shaft stretching her inside.
Harry was patient with her. He knew it was impossible to win her in a romantic way, nor did he want to. But he wanted her to accept him, their lust, their heat, and above all, show a willingness to cherish the next generation after his death.
With Harry not moving, Narcissa soon looked at his face and gave a firm nod. She said no words and just put her arms around his head and pulled him down.
I'll take that. Harry accepted it as her willingness and finally moved his hips. In a grounding motion, he gyrated and rubbed his cock across her tight walls as if waking up a sleeping beast. He flexed himself inside, relishing in the warmth of that soaking hot cave.
Both their lips connected, all the same, their lust unmatched. Narcissa let all the worries go and embraced him at that moment. Bound by the vow and Lucius almost guaranteed to be sent to Azkaban, it didn't seem that wrong to be closer to Harry Potter.
Besides, she had bodily needs just like Harry. Their secret was safe with each other, what else could she hope for. On top of that, his cock was…
"Aaaah!" Her legs clamped tight around his hips, her insides quivering. The last time she had welcomed a man's touch inside was in Hogsmeade with Harry. It had been a while. "Yes…!"
Harry smiled and pounded harder into her. Was her 'Yes' in regard to pleasure or his previous question, he didn't care.
The warmth of her body was fantastic, her soft breasts squished under his chest. It was a boring position to fuck a beauty like Narcissa, but with plenty of days left for the summer vacation, he knew there was no need to hurry.
"Mmmm…!" She moaned nonstop against Harry's lips, writhing underneath, swaying her hips as Harry became more and more rough with his thrusts. She loved all of it as she struggled to arch her back against his weight. "Oooooh! Harry!"
Harry pounded harder at her sweet voice calling his name. He never stopped kissing her the entire time, maintaining that intimacy of less than lovers but more than mere friends with benefits. Long and hard thrusts jolted her entire body upward on the pillow as his own edge approached.
There wasn't even a need to ask 'where' anymore. "Ugh!"
"Mm! Yes…!" Narcissa felt a dizzying sensation taking over her being. Her eyes went heavy and closed shut while her mumbles continued. The explosive, burning sensation ran through all over and centered around her dribbling, squelching loins.
Due to his position on top, his cock not only spread her to the brim but also teased the little nub of nerves with each sliding motion. That made her legs clamp around his waist harder as she reached that needy release.
"Aaaaah… Mmmm… Harry!" She wailed in bountiful moans of pleasure.
Throbs after throbs, the walls of her fertile pussy squeezed and relaxed, again and again. The hot, slimy nectar of her climax spilled out with plunging drives from Harry that only seemed to go faster.
"Ah! Ah!" Too sensitive to return to her senses, she let him fuck her to his pleasure. Her own climax slowly completed with the last of the convulsions stopping. With her strength lost, sliding into her became easier for her young lover.
"Ugh! There…" Harry grunted and jammed in balls deep and burst like a volcano. Fiery and yet pasty, coating her innards with life. The little squeezes and flexes spread her more than ever deep inside, as if marking her depth with kisses of his shaft.
"Haaaah! Narcissa… That was…"
After countless little thrusts and throbs, Harry finally relaxed down and fell completely over her hot body. With all of his weight on her, he relaxed there for a while, kissing her lips that she didn’t refuse to return.
The hot, musky scent of their sex permeated the entire room, the result of their little exchange to the liking of both. The slimy, wetness that usually felt disgusting failed to be noticed this time as Harry's flaccid cock eventually slid out.
"That was great." Harry caught his choppy breath and finally rolled down beside her.
Lying straight, he maintained the closeness and purposefully slid his arm under her warm blonde hair. Narcissa didn't seem to hate it and rested her head there herself. "I'll just… sleep here," he muttered.
Harry lifted the folded quilt at the footside with his feet and pulled it over them, leaving only their shoulders and heads out. The warmth erased the wall of shame and hesitations in them.
Narcissa turned sideways towards him and squeezed in closer. Her divine breasts pressed against his frame while her lovely hand landed on his chest. With hot breaths, her bright blue eyes gazing at his face, she was clearly thinking of something.
Harry felt much calmer after their intimacy. Much more confident and guilt-free. "You have something to say?"
"Plenty," Narcissa replied, resting her head under his chin as she got even closer. "But I'm not sure if I should."
What is she worried about now? Harry wondered and caressed the arm under her head over her back.
"Ask anything."
"Are you sure?" She asked instantly. "Are you sure about… having me carry your child?"
Who else do I have? Harry calmed his thoughts. It's better she brought up this topic.
"If I said I don't want it. Would you end it?" He asked back.
Narcissa went silent for a moment. She was no young foolish girl. Having birthed life once already, her thoughts were different from most. Instinctively she hugged Harry with the arm on his chest. "No… I-I won't."
"I'm glad to hear that. I'm not in favor of ending it either. I want you to… Raise the child." Harry turned sideways towards her and gazed into her soft eyes. "You might hate me for this. Or for that vow. I'm not a good person, I agree with that too. But know that I have no regrets regarding… what's happened between us."
Narcissa breathed deeply, trying to hide the unexpected blush on her face. For some unknown reason, she felt her heart skip a beat. Am I really this desirable to him? She couldn't wrap her head around Harry's actions. Most young men look for pretty young girls, not middle-aged women.
"Aren't you disgusted?" She asked him.
Harry frowned. "By what?"
"My age."
"Haha…" Harry laughed openly at that. He thought for a short moment before answering. "I like finely aged wine."
"Hm!" Narcissa smiled brightly and held back a chuckle.
"Give the child my last name, Narcissa," Harry added.
"You can call me Cissy." Narcissa raised her hand to his face and gently removed his glasses. "Those close to me call me that."
Harry just nodded and tried to fall asleep. He wanted to tell her about Bellatrix too. But for the first night of his summer break, this was enough.
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Draco knew he was fucked. He had failed the Dark Lord massively. Dumbledore still died, but he had a feeling that the death of Dumbledore wasn't the main goal of the Dark Lord. During the winter break, he refused to go home. But as the sixth year ended, he had no option but to board the train.
His fear only grew more as he neared Malfoy Manor. Although his mother was nowhere to be found for the past few months, his father was still living in the mansion and serving the Dark Lord.
I can't even run. He looked at the Dark Mark on his forearm. Mother was right. I should have stayed away.
"That's a fancy tattoo there, little Death Eater."
Woosh!
Woosh!
"What? Wh—! No!" Draco jolted and turned around only to find Moody, Shacklebolt, and a dozen more Aurors standing there. He quickly patted his sleeves down to hide his forearm.
"Like father, like son." Moody scoffed and slammed his staff on the road. "That won't hide it anymore. Take him."
"No! Nooo… Stand back!" Draco growled and raised his wand to defend himself. "Stay away from me! I didn't do anything… I-I've done nothing."
"Yet." Moody calmly responded, not even reacting to his wand. "That Dark Mark proves your allegiance, boy. Now, your options are—Surrender and go to Azkaban or fight fourteen Aurors and die here."
Shivering, Draco looked around at the faces of all the Aurors. It was impossible to win or escape alive.
"Fine." He let his wand fall to the ground and raised his hands in the air.
The Aurors quickly immobilized him with spells and carried him along to the Ministry. Although Malfoy Manor wasn't too far away from them, they still retreated as this wasn't the time to go after the rest.
"Send him to Azkaban right away," Moody ordered. With a Dark Mark, there wasn't even a need for a trial. It was a direct ticket to Azkaban. At least until the Dark Lord was dealt with.
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Days passed, then weeks. Harry never left the 12 Grimmauld Place the entire time. He had 2 reasons holding him there—Narcissa and the Elder Wand.
After breaking the ice on the first night, the two resumed their late-night activity in the morning on that same bed. Narcissa riding Harry this time was proof of her acceptance of him and his body. By the time dinner was served that day, they had fucked two more times. One in the shower and once in the kitchen.
Once the second day arrived, Narcissa let herself go completely and moaned with all her might. The moans she made as her young lover mounted her with his cock each time threatened to wake up the entire neighborhood. Thankfully, they lived in a magical house.
Kreacher surprisingly didn't care about the entire ordeal. In fact, he rejoiced when he caught Harry and Narcissa fucking. Delighted by the prospect of Black Bloodline continuing and the 12 Grimmauld Place filling up. From then on, he always vanished whenever he saw the two passionate lovers appear so they could fuck more.
Of course, Harry didn't fail to claim every opportunity he got.
Bedroom, Lucius' study table, in front of Walburga Black's portrait and making her cry, in the bathroom, shower or tub; in the kitchen, in the study, in the living room sofas, or simply against any random wall.
By the end of the first week, the entire house smelled of sex. Harry stopped wearing any underwear, and Narcissa only ever wore a silky gown that could be opened with a mere pull of the knot. No undergarments either.
However, fucking Narcissa until she'd fallen asleep wasn't the only thing he did. He cleaned up the basement of the house and started using it to practice with his new wand. Magic flowed differently with the Elder Wand—faster, smoother, easier, and even non-verbal. The wand was made to be used for dueling with its fantastic response time. It completely complimented him.
Boom!
"It's also powerful!" Harry dumbly looked at the wand in his hand. "This is… Too powerful. If Voldemort gets it."
Harry looked at the mess he had made in the training basement. It only took him one single spell to do all that. The wand was too good for magic, and now he knew why Voldemort wanted to attack and kill Dumbledore.
"He wanted this wand," Harry deduced, feeling the wood's texture in his palm. "One of the Deathly Hallows."
He had done his research already. There were books in the house Black's library with the story of the three Peverell brothers. It was hard to imagine it but according to the legends, he already had all of the three Deathly Hallows.
The Invisibility Cloak was his for years. The wand was right in his palm. As for the Resurrection Stone, he looked at his hand wielding a ring. The same ring that had cursed Dumbeldore to death.
What happens if one has all three of these? Harry asked himself. Master of death? Mine or others'?
Unlike others, Harry had no greater desire to be immortal. He just wanted to win the battle and end Voldemort's terror. In that pursuit, the Deathly Hallows were just tools for an end in his eyes.
It was a few hours until dinner time, so he ended his training session and went back upstairs. Looking around, he soon found Narcissa alone in the study room, standing in front of a massive cabinet with countless books.
Her back towards him, he smirked at the opportunity. Her silky gown was tight around her waist, accentuating her full hips and curves. He had initially thought he'd get bored of sex after doing it so many times every day with her.
Yet, even now he felt as hard as the first time.
And knowing that this woman was just ready for the taking whenever he wanted. Who could refuse such an offer?
"Lesson number one!" Harry snuck behind Narcissa and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her back against his chest. "Always be aware of the surroundings."
"Who said I wasn't?" Narcissa replied, smirking and continuing to touch various books as if she had already expected Harry to do that.
She's already gotten used to me. Harry felt even hotter and harder after seeing her behave like that. So he began kissing her nape, then the sides. His hands easily pulled the knot near her navel and laid open her gown. Right away he cupped her exposed breasts and folded them, also continuously grounding his cock on her rear.
Fucking had become a ritual for them. A pleasurable experience that both never refused to have. She loved his cock in her and he loved shoving it into her.
"Ummmh… Dinner will be ready soon."
"We have time," Harry whispered into her ears. "Lean for me, Cissy."
"Oh!" Narcissa felt goosebumps all over her skin. It was hard to get used to being called that by a sexual partner since even Lucius had never used that name for her no matter how intimate the moment.
Harry didn't wait to get to the main course. Gently he moved her gown over her smooth shoulders and then let it fall behind, crumpling between her heels and his toes. She stood there completely naked, already leaning forward, hips raised behind and legs quickly spread.
She wants it too. Harry smirked and dropped his sweatpants.
One palm on her asscheek, the other on his girthy, veiny cock, he eased forward slowly. Narcissa didn't react much at the start, but Harry started teasing. Dragging the cockhead from top to bottom over her drooling slit. Probing in just a little before pulling back again. He watched her legs shake, and back arch at times in annoyance.
Narcissa understood his attention and waited for him to tease with a probe again. As soon as she felt his cock spread her petals, she thrust her body backward hard and took him all in herself. "Umh!"
"Merlin!" Harry rarely cursed, but this was one of those moments. So hot and so exciting, seeing her take action like that. He decided not to tease anymore and started the show. He pulled back a little and slammed back in, the clap resounding loudly.
Then more claps.
Soon, it felt like rain as Harry picked up the pace. Leaning a little forward, he reached for her dangling breasts from below at the same time and fondled them. The beautiful blobs of flesh, he pinched at their peaks and made her scream harder.
"Aaaah! Harry! Oh, Morga-aaahna! You're too… rough!" Narcissa whimpered but never asked him to stop. She loved it as much as Harry. Every single stroke between her walls spread her like no other man. His cock had the girth, the weight that made her feel full of his heat.
In the meantime, Harry's mind was empty. The primal thirst took over and his hips moved nonstop. The pleasure from her tightness was out of the world. It was hard to imagine she was a mother of one. Squeezing his cock tight as if hungry for his batter.
Shhhh… Yes, she's mine! As her life, now her body and her mind… What? Who said that? Harry suddenly felt heavily drunk, and his thoughts clouded. This is her rightful place. Her pussy around my cock is all her worth… No! Why am I thinking like that?
Harry shook his head and tried to wake himself up from the weird state. He had never stopped thrusting in that time and went faster. So fast that each of his pumps made the wooden cabinet against the wall shake since Narcissa took the support of it.
"Aaaaooh!" Narcissa lost herself to the lust, her core already climaxing with an intense squirt. Her legs almost gave away but Harry held her up by the waist. The puddle of her fluids stained everything wet, from her gown to Harry's feet. But he didn't mind and just continued to ground himself deep.
Thud!
Thud!
The cabinet made dangerous sounds at that point. But none of it mattered.
Harry looked for that edge while fighting the strange whispering echoes in his mind. They tried to influence him. Whenever he looked down at her ass and that other entrance he had only explored once before, the voice in his head told him to dig in again.
No! That'll hurt her. Harry refused again and again.
"Ummm…" Harry pressed his lips tight and rose on his toes. The itch arose from his legs and went into his balls. It felt amazing, the blissful sensation was so close to the tip. Any moment he expected himself to spill.
Grab her hair!
Harry instinctively did as the voice told and caught Narcissa's blonde hair with one palm. Dangerously tight, coiling his hand until he could pull her head backward. Narcissa didn't react against it, however.
Make her cry—I will do no such thing!
"Ah, Ah… Harry! Wh–" Narcissa was aware that something was different. But she waited it out and let Harry finish himself as well.
But Harry's hand grabbed tighter on her hair and made her yelp. Right then, he also went over the edge and flooded in her with his cream. His dangling balls squeezed up along with his cock, pouring everything into her in that exhausting moment.
He felt out of breath. Far more than their usual ritual.
Unlike before, Harry pulled out of her right away and stumbled back. Narcissa, bothered by it, stood straight and turned around, ignoring the mess between her legs, Harry's dripping white residue from her petals.
"Harry, what happened?" She approached him.
Harry's breath only hastened. He willingly, with Narcissa's help, stabilized his feet. "T-There's something in there… dark!"
Narcissa looked at the wooden cabinet and frowned. "You heard it too?"
"What do you mean?" Harry looked at her.
"A voice was calling me. Telling me to find it… it's dark and evil, Harry." Narcissa had a sudden realization that the voice was unnatural and evil. It had put her in a trance as if. "It promised power and so much more."
Harry sipped in a cold breath. "Horcrux!"
"What do you mean?"
Harry quickly spread an arm in front of Narcissa, keeping her behind his own body. Carefully, he crouched down and grabbed his sweatpants and her gown, quickly getting dressed.
"Kreacher!"
Instantly the house elf appeared. "What be the matter, Master Potter?"
"What did you put in there?" Harry pointed at the cabinet. "It's evil! What is it?"
Kreacher stood frozen for a moment as if remembering something. Once it hit him, he jumped a little. "Oh! Master Regulus! Yes yes! Master Regulus made Kreacher promise!"
Regulus Black? Harry frowned. He did know about Horcrux in the cave.
"What about it? Kreacher, is it a locket? Is it green?" Harry tried to pinpoint what it was. "Bloody speak! I order you! What's in there?"
Conflicted, but ordered, Kreacher decided to speak. "M-Master Regulus gave it to Kreacher. Dark Lord very bad, but Master Regulus very good. He drank the water and gave Kreacher the locket to destroy. Kreacher promised but failed… Kreacher is a shame to Master Regulus!"
Harry connected the dots easily. Drinking the water was what Dumbledore did on his journey. "Where is it? I can destroy it for you, Kreacher. I have destroyed evil objects like them before."
Hopeful, Kreacher pointed at the top of the cabinet, away from all their gazes. "Up there."
Harry nodded and pushed Narcissa further behind. Then, he took out his wand and swung it at the cabinet, pulling it off the wall and making it fall with a loud bang. The wood broke apart right away and the books spilled around. However, what Harry wanted was right there before his eyes.
Lying on the floor, the Slytherin locket. The last of the Horcruxes hidden out in the world. The last one before he'd have to go after Voldemort personally.
"Dobby!" Harry called his elf friend. "Go to my room and bring me the bag with red markings."
Woosh!
In just a few moments Dobby returned with the bag. "Harry Potter must be careful. That thing is very bad."
Harry nodded and rummaged through the bag. Soon enough, he found the Basilisk’s fang he had brought. "Everyone, stand farther near the wall. When I strike the locket with this, a dark mist will come out. It will try to attack you."
"Kreacher! Bring me my wand," Narcissa ordered right away.
Once everyone was prepared, Harry knelt down beside the cursed locket. Feeling somewhat heavy in his heart, he knew he had to do it. Even if this marked his own end as the countdown to face Voldemort hastened.
"Here I go!" Harry calmed his breath and slammed the pointy tip of the Basilisk's fang.
Shhhh~
As expected, a dark black mist came out. It spoke words to all of them trying to entice them and use them as a new container.
"...Power~ Fame~"
"No thanks." Harry stepped away and swung the Elder Wand. With the newfound magical mastery, Harry conjured a Fiendfyre and masterfully controlled it. Without letting its size take over, he surrounded the black mist with the fire and heard the mystical screeches of the Horcrux's death.
Just to be sure Harry kept going for ten minutes nonstop. But he failed to realize the side effects had already occurred. Yet again he felt tightness in his sweatpants. The dark desire within him had once again arisen.
"Cissy." Harry looked at the blonde beauty after lowering his wand. "In a way, you helped me bring down the Dark Lord."
"W-What was it, Harry?" She inquired.
"A Horcrux. Voldemort had split his soul into pieces to stay immortal. This was the last hidden item that held his soul." With a quick stride, Harry closed in on the gap and reached her face. A quick peck on her lips, he grabbed her shoulders, pulled her back, threw the other arm under her knees, and lifted her up in a princess carry. "I'll tell you the rest in the bedroom."
"Again?!" She exclaimed.
"Master Potter, what about dinner?" Kreacher inquired as the couple began to leave.
Narcissa agreed with the house elf. "You looked pale a little while ago. You should have dinner first, Harry."
"Yes, I am hungry." Harry didn't listen to any and stormed towards the bedroom. "And you're my dinner!"
"..."
How brazen, Narcissa thought. Was her body that exciting for this young man? Narcissa didn't even want to refuse him anymore. This sudden change of life had become too exciting for her.
Harry had his needs, but this was also the last moment he was going to share with Narcissa. With the destruction of the last Horcrux, Harry wanted to move quickly.
He glanced at Narcissa's belly while laying her down on the bed.
At least my legacy will live on.
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[GOT: The Golden Lion coming up next.]
Comments
MrPlotThickens
It's there. Titled "For The Greater Good"
Jas
I think chapter 16 is missing
Lord Mehmeh
I love housewife Narcissa & what about if Harry asks Septima vector for help for the next whorecrux
MrPlotThickens
Maybe. But not rn. Let's wait for the werewolf to die.
Jas
Love it. Is there going to be more tonks action. I feel like she's been cheated.
