Bodacious Bombshell Ch. 7 (Harry Potter)

Poll Winner

Themes: Dom/Sub, MILF Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: Part 7 of Bodacious Bombshells. Narcissa overhears Draco talking about what's been going on. But when she goes to confront Harry about his disgraceful behavior and she sees all of the girls submitting to him, the desire to be just like them is awakened within her. Perhaps Harry can do what Lucius never could and make her his submissive breeding slut. She can hardly wait to find out.

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It was Hogsmeade Weekend, and Harry had every intention of spending it with his increasingly large stable of bodacious witches. But alas, the best laid plans of mice and men and all that. They’d all barely been sat down in the Three Broomsticks nursing Butterbeers for about ten minutes before a beautiful older witch approached their table, her eyes narrowed and flicking back and forth between each woman surrounding him.

Harry straightens up, appreciating the view for what it’s worth. Sure, he’s all but surrounded by beauties that are only further enhanced by Hermione’s magic, but that doesn’t mean he can’t admire a nature mature beauty when one presents themselves right in front of her. And while this woman definitely has an aristocratic look to her, that doesn’t change the fact that she’s drop dead gorgeous.

Finally, her icy gaze lands upon him and her eyes narrow.

“Harry Potter. I would have words with you. Alone.”

Seriously? Harry can’t help but be a tad bemused. Who did this lady think she was? Before he can say something like ‘Lady, I don’t even know who you are’ however, Daphne Greengrass leans in and whispers in his ear, correctly deducing from his incredulity that he needs some context here.

“Harry, that’s Narcissa Malfoy. Draco’s mother.”

Harry’s eyes widen at that revelation. Draco’s mother… and Lucius Malfoy’s wife, he presumed. The very same man that Harry had freed Dobby from back in his Second Year. Heh, good times. Still, for the Lady of House Malfoy to be here… what could she possibly want from him?

Deciding to test the waters, Harry shrugs and takes another sip of his Butterbeer.

“I’m quite fine where I’m at, thanks.”

Daphne gawks at his gall, but Hermione just curls into his other side all the more happily. The others all stare at Narcissa with differing looks on their faces. As for Narcissa Malfoy herself, her jaw drops open at his audacity and for a moment, Harry thinks he sees something interesting in her eyes. Her face turns red, but is it entirely out of anger?

Before all of this started, before he found himself the owner of a literal harem, Harry wouldn’t have considered himself much of a connoisseur of women. He certainly hadn’t pretended to understand them or anything like that. However, ever since Hermione had come to him with her spell and they’d started crafting their current coterie, Harry had learned a lot about women. A lot.

Narcissa Malfoy, despite being an older married witch with a child of her own… well, there was just something about her that pinged on Harry’s senses.

Still, whatever it is that he notices, the Lady Malfoy is quick to hide it and a moment later she’s gnashing her teeth as she glowers at him.

“… I assure you; you will want to speak to me, Harry Potter.”

Her words are vague enough to be taken as an offer, but her tone makes it clear that they’re actually a threat. The unspoken part is pretty clearly ‘I’ll make you regret it if you don’t’ and not ‘I’ll make this worth your while’. Normally, Harry would be disinclined to respond to threats in a positive manner.

… However, if his current niggling feeling was correct, then there was a chance he could turn this into a ‘I’ll make this worth your while’ scenario. And that would be fun, wouldn’t it?

Looking around at his girls, Harry chuckles.

“You ladies all go on ahead. I’ll have a talk with Lady Malfoy here and join you soon enough.”

Needless to say, he gets some unhappy reactions at that, particularly from Hermione who pouts massively.

“Harry-mmph!”

But Harry just silences his best girl with a kiss, and a deep one at that. Narcissa’s noise of disgust and outrage can barely even be heard over the tongue wrestling and lip macking as Harry and Hermione makeout for a second. By the time Harry pulls back, Hermione is flushed and slightly disheveled, her lips poutier and plumper as a result of his attentions.

“Go, ‘Mione. I’ll join you all soon, I promise.”

Finally, Hermione nods and leaves the Three Broomsticks with the rest of his harem in tow. Narcissa moves to sit down across from him, but Harry stops her with a raised hand as he rises from his seat.

“Alone you said, right?”

She scowls, but he’s already bulldozing over any attempts from the older witch to stop him. He goes and orders them a private room and then heads up the stairs without waiting for her, forcing Narcissa to follow. He takes it as a good sign when she proves willing to go somewhere private with him, though he’s also still ready to defend himself if she has ill intentions.

Soon enough, they’re safely ensconced in the room he’s rented. Pulling out his wand, Harry casts an additional locking charm over Narcissa’s shoulder at the door, causing her to jolt and glare at him for the unexpected magic. But she doesn’t draw her want, not even on instinct and that tells him… she’s not much of a fighter.

“What do you want?”

Huffing, the Lady of House Malfoy raises herself up to her full height and sniffs indignantly.

“I overheard my son talking about what you’ve been up to at Hogwarts since the school year started. I am here to tell you that it needs to stop. Your disgraceful behavior is an insult to wizards and witches everywhere.”

Well now. Not holding anything back, is she? Except… Harry thinks she might be. For all her caustic words, he’s not entirely sure she’s convinced of the things she herself is saying.

“Yeah? And what disgraceful behavior am I supposed to be stopping, exactly?”

Narcissa glowers again.

“This… spell you’ve crafted! The one that turns women into physical caricatures of themselves! I demand that you cease using this spell immediately and destroy all your notes on its construction!”

Harry pauses, tilting his head to the side. Huh, she thinks he invented Hermione’s spell? Eh, it makes sense. If she heard about this from Draco, then Harry doubted Draco was giving Hermione the credit she was due. He was literally incapable of such things. Still, Harry couldn’t imagine Draco of all people complaining about witches becoming more beautiful. Rather, it was far more likely his mother had overheard him complaining about Harry getting all of the most beautiful witches thanks to the spell.

“Let me guess… you caught your son conspiring to learn the magic so he can get a beautiful babe of his own and got offended, is that it?”

Judging by the way Narcissa stiffens up and flares her nostrils, Harry hits the nail right on the head. There’s also the fact that she doesn’t even try to deny it, of course.

“My son’s words are neither here nor there! We are talking about you and your actions, Harry Potter!”

Harry smirks and decides to finally act. He steps closer to Narcissa, making her freeze even though he’s still several feet away.

“You’re right. Your son’s thoughts on this matter are irrelevant. He’s never going to learn this spell anyways, so it doesn’t matter. You on the other hand… let’s talk about how it made you feel, seeing me with all of my women at the table downstairs.”

She manages to maintain her façade somewhat, but Harry sees a brief bit of panic in Narcissa’s eyes.

“It… it disgusted me, of course.”

“Did it? Or did it surprise you, how much it turned you on?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

Harry takes another step closer.

“Am I being ridiculous? You’re the one who came up here to a private room with me, Lady Malfoy. And for what… to tell me to stop casting a spell I can’t even cast? A spell I didn’t even make?”

Narcissa gapes at that, thrown completely off by the sudden bombshell he’s dropped in her lap.

“W-What? That’s…”

“The spell was crafted by a witch, Narcissa. It can only be cast by a willing witch. That’s why your son will never get his hands on it. As for you… it turns you on, doesn’t it? To think that I’ve drawn that many witches into my orbit. To think that they all want to be with me, of their own volition and free will.”

The façade is starting to break. Narcissa swallows thickly as she stares at Harry with wide eyes. Finally, he goes in for the kill. First, he flicks out his wand again, unlocking the door behind her. Then, he tilts his head to the side and smirks.

“The door is right behind you, Lady Malfoy. I’m not doing anything to stop you from leaving. You know now that I’m not the one behind the ‘disgraceful magic’ you want done away with. So… why are you still here?”

Narcissa hesitates for a long moment at that, and Harry’s lips curl upwards into an ever-widening grin as he sees the sheer amount of want in her eyes.

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PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“Oooooh! Nnnngh! Ah, hah, ahhhh~”

Grunting, Harry drives into Narcissa from above again and again, fucking the MILF on her back on the bed. Her robes discarded, her undergarments stripped, Narcissa Malfoy is completely naked as she lays there getting fucked in a consummate mating press by a young man her son’s age.

The Lady of House Malfoy had ultimately crumbled to her own desires. Harry had correctly deduced that for all Narcissa acted like an entitled bitch who thought he was ‘disgracing’ himself, deep down inside… she was actually a submissive bitch who wanted nothing more than to taste the cock that had managed to ensnare so many beautiful women before her.

In the end, age did not always equate to experience. From what Harry could see as he pounds Narcissa into the bed without hesitation, she’s had an absolutely abysmal sex life. To be fair, her husband IS Lucius Malfoy and they’ve only had the one son in all this time. But Harry had always thought that loveless noble marriages like the Malfoys’ were supposed to have mistresses and consorts on the side. Lucius would be fucking the maids and Narcissa would be fucking the gardeners, that sort of thing.

Except… in the Wizarding World, all of that was taken care of by House Elves, wasn’t it? Harry’s nose wrinkles in disgust at the mental image of Narcissa getting her needs taken care of by Dobby of all people for a moment before shaking his head to banish it from his mind. Then, he leans down and latches his mouth onto one of the beautiful older woman’s nipples and focuses back on fucking her silly.

Narcissa, given her inexperience in bed, isn’t ready for such an escalation. Her loud moans only grow louder still and she tosses her head back, arching her spine and pushing her breast up into his mouth further.

Was this how Harry had expected to spend his Hogsmeade Weekend? Fucking some sexually deprived MILF silly? Not really, but he’s always been one to make the best of a bad situation. He’s enjoying breaking in Lucius Malfoy’s wife. He’s enjoying showing Draco’s mom everything she’s been missing while shackled to such a man. And he’s definitely enjoying the way her pussy walls flex and clench around his cock constantly.

Soon enough, Narcissa is cresting the hill of her first orgasm. But Harry doesn’t stop there. Even as her insides rhythmically squeeze down on his cock, he keeps thrusting. Even as her arms and legs cling to him all the more tightly, he keeps on plowing. Her body shakes and shudders beneath him, and Harry grins around the nipple he’s currently sucking at.

Climax after climax, orgasm after orgasm, Harry puts everything he’s learned from having a harem so far into teaching Narcissa Malfoy her place. He breaks the woman down and then rebuilds her again… or maybe it would be more accurate to say that he shatters the façade she’d been laboring under, allowing the true Narcissa to finally fly free at long last.

Either way, this can’t last forever. Harry specifically can’t last forever. Pulling away from Narcissa’s chest, Harry looks down at her, looming over the beautiful woman even as he continues fucking her tightening cunt with rapid fire strokes. She might not be under the effects of Hermione’s magic, but she’s still quite the beauty.

“I’m going to cum soon, Narcissa. A woman like you deserves to have my load inside of her. A woman like you should be filled with a real man’s seed over and over again, until she’s carrying his child.”

Narcissa’s eyes widen at his declaration, her breath hitching and her pussy gripping down even harder on his dick. It only takes her a moment to nod her head rapidly.

“Y-Yes… Yes! Fill m-me up… breed me! I want it! I want your seed! I want to carry your baby!”

That’s all Harry needs to hear. With a wicked grin, he begins pumping into Narcissa even harder, filling her with his entire length over and over again. And then, finally, he tips over the edge and fills her in an entirely different way, pumping hot, thick white cum deep into her womb.

Her eyes rolling back in her head, Narcissa gurgles and groans, moaning throatily as she cums right alongside him. It’s the most explosive orgasm she’s had yet, and the two of them share in that mutual pleasure for a long moment before it’s finally over and Harry pulls out of her.

Flopping onto his back on the bed next to her, Harry looks up at the ceiling for a moment, satiated for now. Then, Narcissa drapes herself over his chest with a contented sigh, running her fingers along his pectorals.

“What would it take for me to learn that spell that all of your other women have used on themselves, Harry?”

Harry looks over at Narcissa with a raised eyebrow.

“You’d have to talk to the spell’s creator about that. Like I said, I didn’t make the spell. That was Hermione. Hermione Granger.”

From the way Narcissa’s eyes widen in disbelief, she knows who Hermione is. Probably from Draco constantly badmouthing the muggleborn over the last several years.

“That-!”

He doesn’t even have to do or say anything. To her credit, Narcissa cuts herself off before any part of the word ‘mudblood’ could leave her mouth. But they both knew what she was about to say, and judging by the look of fear she gives him, she thinks he might just kick her out anyways for it.

Harry just chuckles and reaches out, tucking a couple of fingers under Narcissa’s chin.

“Seems like you CAN be taught. Good girl.”

Narcissa blushes and averts her gaze but doesn’t pull away from his fingers. In fact, she leans in a little bit.

“Like I said… it’ll be up to Hermione. Best start thinking about how to best get on her good side.”

As Narcissa falls silent, clearly thinking of ways to get in good with Hermione, Harry watches on in amusement. Yes, this wasn’t how Harry intended to spend his Hogsmeade Weekend… but he really wasn’t complaining.