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HP: Tainted Desire

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Lazy_Ryuu · Book&Literature
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CH 36: Shameless Draco

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Why are you doing this, Draco?" she murmured, her words conveying helplessness, a message that wasn't shared by the tone of her voice, reverberating thick in an unmet desire, proving it wasn't just me that enjoyed the last part of the shopping. She enjoyed being on display as much as I enjoyed displaying her.

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"I'm doing it, because I enjoy it, mother. Do I need another reason?"

She opened her mouth, but her confused expression told me that she was yet to decide what to say. There were more useful things her mouth could do, such as communicating her pleasure, so I squeezed her breasts hard, my fingers pushing into her firm flesh. She moaned, the pleasure finally overriding her previous attempts of maintaining control. I could've blocked the sound with a silencing charm, but I was curious about whether the assistant would arrive to break us up, and how Narcissa would act in case of such interruption.

I was quite disappointed when the assistant didn't come back to the upstairs during the next minute. The solution, escalating even further. I pulled back without warning, leaving Narcissa blinking in the sudden change of flow. I sat down to the nearby couch, one with the added benefit of being directly visible to anyone that would climb the stairs.

Narcissa looked at me questioningly, and I patted my lap, calling her closer, unzipping my pants for the good measure, naked view of my cock leaving no question about for what I was inviting her for. "Draco, we can't do it here," she said, but I chose to categorize her complaint as empty words considering she was already walking towards me in quick steps. I said nothing, just leaned back, enhancing the display of my shaft. A display that she was very much interested in, considering that her eyes were stuck on it, akin to a starving woman observing an all-can-you-eat buffet.

She stood in front of me, preparing to fell on her knees, but I had other ideas. I grabbed her arm and made her turn, then pulled her on my lap, my girth sliding easily inside her well-lubricated tunnel. "Draco, we can't do it here," she tried to argue, her sentence broken half-way as my shaft invaded her tunnel.

"Don't be silly, mother," I said as I pulled her dress down, revealing her tits to any observer that might come across. Though considering how revealing the dress was, one could argue that not much had changed. "Of course we can, what can stop us."

"But what if someone comes upstairs and sees us?"

"You should make sure to keep your voice low then," I added before clamping my hands on her waist, using my hold to push my cock even deeper inside her. Of course, I knew she lacked the ability to control herself under a determined assault, but that did little to blunt the strength I put behind it.

Soon, I could hear someone climbing up the stairs, a woman if I was correct in identifying the sound as the heeled shoes connecting with the wooden stairs. A second later, head of the sales assistant popped into my field of vision, affirming my conclusion about the gender of our uninvited guest. Uninvited only for a limited understanding of the word though, considering the amount of effort I put to summon her upstairs. "What is going on here!" she whispered in an urgent tone.

Narcissa yelped in panic, her hands rising to cover her tits to limit her nakedness, though how effective it would be when her slit, sopping wet, skewered with my thickness, was still on full display. Still, it was a moot point considering I grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms back to give a beautiful arch to her chest, enhancing the beauty of her breasts.

Seeing her initial warning was not effective, the assistant walked closer to us and repeated her panicked question. "Please, sir, you can't do it here!" But her gaze told a different story, lingering at the point where Narcissa's body merged with mine.

The interesting mixture of panic, obligation, and arousal she displayed was too attractive to ignore. "I have no intention of stopping before I get my release," I said even as I held her gaze captive in mine. The bloom of panic on her face was positively delightful, an expression that was sure to find its match on Narcissa's face.

"But-" she murmured, lost, before I cut her halfway, which somehow increased the intensity of her arousal.

"If you want us to stop, why don't you help this slut finish her job," I said, a hard spank to her bottom that left her flesh rippling removing even the slightest doubt about who I referred as the slut.

The rise of arousal on her face was unmistakable, but even with that, she looked like she was about to reject the proposition until the combination of my relentless assault and the mortification she felt under the situation finally broke Narcissa's control over her voice, and her voice, unmistakable for anything other than pure lust, filled the room. Moreover, Narcissa was unable to cover her mouth with her hand, simply because her wrists were still tightly imprisoned in my grip, preventing the simple solution of pressing her hand over her lips to suppress her voice.

The sales assistant looked at me helplessly, begging for me to stop, or failing that, letting her hands free so that Narcissa cover her mouth. I had no intention of doing either. More than a minute passed like that, where she just watched in shock as I continued to slam into Narcissa. Then, I decided to force her hand and started fucking Narcissa harder, which made her moans even louder. The assistant, helpless, chose the only option she had, and walked towards us in rapid steps until she was directly in front of Narcissa, who was too busy moaning repeatedly. Despite her hesitant expression, she pressed her hand over Narcissa's mouth, suppressing her voice to a manageable degree.