Bodacious Bombshells Ch. 8 (Harry Potter)

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Themes: Gangbang, Voyeurism, Rough Sex

Summary: Part 8 of Bodacious Bombshells. Hermione casts the temporary spell on Narcissa to let her try it out. But if she wants learn how to do it herself, she's going to have to earn it. By letting Hermione and some of his other witches have their way with her with magical strap-ons with Harry watching. Narcissa ends up wanting the permanent version of the spell and praising Hermione for her genius and mentioning that they could make a fortune marketing it to all of the elites she knows that secretly would love it.

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Narcissa Malfoy was not used to feeling so… inadequate. All her life, she’d effectively been on top of the world. First as a daughter of House Black, and then as Lady of House Malfoy. And her high status was only compounded by her great beauty.

However, time made fools of them all, didn’t it? It wasn’t as though Narcissa wasn’t still beautiful, to be fair. But she wasn’t stupid. She knew she was getting older and older. A wrinkle here. A gray hair there. The sag of her chest growing bit by bit as the years passed her by.

Magic could only do so much, or so Narcissa had thought. She’d tried everything, used every remedy, and thrown her husband’s wealth into holding back the ravages of time as much as possible. In doing so, Narcissa had felt confident in stating herself to easily be one of the most beautiful women in the Wizarding World, even now.

… And yet, kneeling there in the center of the room, surrounded by Harry’s other women, she can’t help but compare her naked body to them and come up short time and time again. Her beauty is unquestionable, and yet each of the other adult witches in the room puts her to shame. Bigger breasts that seem to defy gravity. Plumper lips twisted into wicked smirks. Itty bitty waists that flow outwards into wide hips and thick thighs, along with perfectly sculpted asses.

Each and every one of them has the body that Narcissa wants. More than anything, she wants that sort of perfection for herself… endless beauty, from what she’s heard rumored. And after spending a night with Harry and his big fat cock, Narcissa now knows the way to doing so… is through the witch standing right in front of her, arms crossed under her immense bust.

Hermione Granger looks down on Narcissa Malfoy as though she’s an insect. Funny how the roles have been reversed compared to everything Narcissa has known all her life. After all, Granger was a mudblood… or rather, a muggleborn was the ‘correct’ parlance wasn’t it? She was a witch who had somehow been born to muggles, something that Narcissa had been taught to consider lesser all her life.

But the facts could not be denied. The witch in front of her had developed a magic that Purebloods would kill for… and indeed, looking around at the other women in the room, Narcissa saw many Pureblood Witches who had ultimately succumbed to their need for Hermione’s magic.

But they didn’t matter, not really. As much as their matured, voluptuous bodies made Narcissa undeniably jealous, none of them were all that important in the grand scheme of things. All that mattered in this moment was Granger… and Harry Potter.

The wizard had claimed he wasn’t in charge. After he’d fucked her better than she’d ever been fucked before, Harry had told Narcissa outright that he wasn’t the inventor of the spell all of his women used. Instead, it was Granger who had invented the spell that Narcissa so craved. Harry had told her that she would need to convince Granger if she wanted the spell.

And yet… he was still here now, sitting off to the side being tended to by one of his women as the others all stood there watching her. His hand is on the back of a head of flowing, luscious locks and the witch in question is bobbing her head up and down his cock, paying no mind to anything but pleasing her lover’s massive member.

Narcissa didn’t believe for a second that Harry didn’t have complete control over this room. The only thing was, if he didn’t exercise that power… then control fell to the next in line… his right hand woman and second in command.

Swallowing thickly, Narcissa looks up into Granger’s dismissive eyes.

“I am willing to do anything to earn the right to your magic, Ms. Granger. Anything at all.”

Hermione smirks slightly at that, the young adult witch clearly reveling in the power she has over her. Narcissa braces herself, expecting a list of demands from the other witch. Instead… Granger suddenly flicks out her wand from where it was hidden under her tits and Narcissa gasps as she feels magic wash over her. She doesn’t try to fight it… and in doing so, she’s greatly rewarded.

Her slightly sagging bust plumps up and outwards, defying gravity and growing a cup size larger on the spot. Her body, which was still very close to perfect but had developed some sag, some wrinkles, and some gray hairs here and there, receives a tune-up that leaves her just as voluptuous and curvaceous as all of the other women in the room.

By the time the transformation is done, Narcissa can only look down at herself stunned. She feels amazing, of course. Absolutely fantastic in fact. This was what she’d wanted… but why would Granger just give it to her without a word?

“It’s only temporary, by the way.”

Narcissa blinks, looking up at the viciously grinning brunette.

“Like what you see? Like what you feel?”

The Lady of House Malfoy can only nod numbly.

“Then you better get ready to earn it, because it’s only temporary. I would have to recast it on you daily to keep the changes from reverting… and we both know I’m not going to bother doing so. You have today to persuade and convince me that you’re truly willing to do anything to learn the more permanent self-cast version of my spell.”

Breath hitching, Narcissa licks her lips at the look she sees in Hermione’s eyes.

“… I’m r-ready.”

Granger just grins all the wider.

“Then let’s get started. We’ll begin… with you sacrificing your pride.”

Narcissa shivers a little at that. Hadn’t she already done so? She’d fucked Harry hadn’t she? And now here she was, having stripped naked and knelt before all of them with little complaint and no resistance. What more could Granger demand of her?

A moment later, it becomes clear exactly what the answer to that question is. Using their wands, Hermione and the other bodacious witches conjure up faux phalluses for their crotches. Strap-ons are quickly magicked into existence, glowing with unnatural power as they’re secured in place in no time at all.

Narcissa bites her lower lip as Harry’s women crowd around her, swinging their magical strap-ons right in her face. What else was she supposed to do, really? She reaches up and wraps a hand around two of the strap-ons on either side of her… and leans forward to suck on the one right in front of her that just so happened to belong to Granger.

To her surprise, they all feel… real. Appearance-wise, the magical strap-ons are clearly fake. Thick, long phalluses in different colors, glowing with power. But to a touch, they feel warm and flesh-like… and when she takes Granger’s strap-on into her mouth, it almost feels like she’s sucking a real cock.

Indeed, there seems to be some form of sensory feedback as well, because Granger and the other two witches she’s jacking off all throw their heads back and groan in enjoyment and pleasure. Clearly they’re getting something out of this exchange.

… Was this another invention by the incredibly clever muggleborn standing in front of her? Was it possible Granger was more than just a one trick pony. Narcissa dutifully sucks on the strap-on and strokes the ones on either side of her as well, even as she considers this new revelation.

If the muggleborn was a true-blue magical inventor, that would be even better. That was incredible. And if Narcissa could get on her good side as Harry had proposed she do, well then… they could truly do great things together, couldn’t they?

With that in mind, the Lady of House Malfoy descends down the strap-on in front of her with all the more fervor. She bobs up and down so fast and hard that she ends up choking herself on Granger’s fake cock.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

The others… well, she alternates between stroking them all off, but truth be told, she doesn’t pay them nearly as much mind as she does Granger. In the end, Hermione is the only witch here worthy of Narcissa’s admiration and respect.

As such, when Granger finally reaches down, grabs hold of her hair, and yanks her off of the strap-on, Narcissa doesn’t resist. She simply looks up into the younger adult woman’s eyes, waiting for her next orders.

“Well now… aren’t you an overeager little beaver? Taste something you like, bitch?”

Ah, she probably should have expected that. Honestly, it was probably Draco’s fault. No doubt he’d given the muggleborn quite the bad opinion of House Malfoy. How irritating. Still… Narcissa knew she could salvage this. Looking up at Hermione, she smiles and licks her lips salaciously.

“You are a brilliant witch, Ms. Granger. Utterly without peer.”

She means every word of it too. And she can tell that it strikes a critical blow against Hermione’s anger and dislike of her. The brunette reels back for a moment as if struck, but quickly regains her composure, forcing herself back under control as she huffs indignantly.

“Flattery will get you nowhere. I hope you’re ready to offer up all of your holes to those you consider to be your lesser.”

Narcissa hums at that, before smiling once more.

“As I said already… I am ready to do anything to earn your favor. Anything at all.”

That gets a huff from the other witch… but rather than arguing with her, Granger decides to put her convictions to the test instead. In no time at all, Narcissa finds herself bent over and straddling one witch, while another takes up position behind her, a third takes up position in front of her, and two more on either side.

There are more than five witches in the room, but five seems to be what Narcissa is expected to deal with as magical strap-ons ply at her holes and slap into her hands. In response… the Lady Malfoy throws away her pride as she’s been instructed. What is pride before the unceasing advance of time? What is pride in the face of such pleasure as she experienced on the end of Harry’s big fat cock?

Without hesitation, she throws herself into the gangbang that follows. Choking on the strap-on in her mouth while stroking the ones on either side of her. Just like before, except for two things… namely, the fake phalluses filling her ass and cunt at the same time. Narcissa doesn’t mind though. It’s certainly a new experience for her of course, but not one that she can truly bring herself to regret.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

They fill her from every angle, making her airtight as she kneels there and does her best to take it. Ass, cunt, mouth. All three of her holes are filled again and again by grunting, groaning, moaning bombshells. Those gorgeous, beautiful, bodacious witches surround her from all sides, making sure to give her no reprieve and no respite.

Hermione isn’t in the first batch… but it doesn’t really matter, Narcissa comes to mind. Ultimately, they’re intending to break her down and make her cry for mercy, she realizes. The first group eventually pulls away and is replaced by the next group, among which is Granger. She takes Narcissa in the ass with a viciousness that might have hurt more… if not for the muggleborn's own magic.

On top of rejuvenating her body and making her more beautiful and voluptuous than she’s ever been before, Granger’s spell seems to have made her much sturdier and hardier. On top of that, it’s made her more… elastic in a lot of ways as well.

She can take it… whatever they throw at her, she can and will take it. Even as Granger grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back while fucking her in the ass, Narcissa doesn’t succumb. Not to any of it. She will prove herself. She will do everything in her power to make it clear she can handle whatever they throw at her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As flesh slaps against flesh, as her holes are used like they’ve never been used before, Narcissa Malfoy silently swears that she will endure… and earn everything she desires.

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Its hours later before things finally settle down. Harry has watched the entire time, Narcissa notes. The woman sucking him off has changed from time to time as some took a break from her to go and enjoy his cock. None have ever done more than orally pleasure him, however.

As for Granger, she’s either watched from the sidelines or participated this entire time. It’s at her command that they finally pull away, leaving Narcissa’s jelly-like body to flop face down onto the ground. With a foot under her ribs, Hermione flips Narcissa onto her back. Then, she plants that foot in Narcissa’s massive pillowy tits for good measure.

“Well? Still with us, bitch?”

Narcissa… smiles. Looking up at Hermione, she chuckles throatily.

“Thank you… for the test drive. Needless to say… I’m more interested than ever before in your work Ms. Granger.”

Hermione blinks, even as Narcissa finishes catching her breath.

“I would very much like to discuss doing business together.”

The muggleborn’s brow furrows in confusion.

“… Business?”

Nodding, Narcissa hums as she just enjoys the moment. She’s never felt so… satiated.

“You could make a fortune marketing your inventions to my peers. And I would be more than happy to provide the foot in the door necessary for you to do so. You have a gift, Ms. Granger. You deserve to profit off of it.”

There was no doubt in Narcissa’s mind that Hermione, despite being a muggleborn, was the smartest witch of her age. This went beyond just gaining access to the permanent version of the beauty spell, though Narcissa would gladly accept that if she’d earned it. If Granger took her up on her offer… then she foresaw a bright future. For all of them.