CH 15: Will Amulet Be Broke?

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

What are you doing, Draco?" she asked in shock. was a good time to start fucking her once more, so I pushed my cock inside her, sliding easily into her well-lubricated walls. "Why, mom," I said. "Didn't we agree that you belong to me completely. Did you believe that that wouldn't include your amazing ass."

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Narcissa opened her mouth to answer, only to be aborted due to a well-placed twist of her nipples. I leaned and captured her lips once more, trying to prevent any argument, forcing her to focus on the sensations provided by being stuffed from two holes simultaneously. As I expected, her stiffness was soon lost once again, leaving her eagerly submitting under my attention. Once again, I was surprised by the stupidity of Lucius. Narcissa was a sex goddess, waiting to be unlocked by the slightest of attention, but Lucius managed to squander her talents completely for two decades. Not me, I thought as I picked up the pace of my assault. I was going to shape Narcissa into a perfect toy, eager to submit my every desire, displaying the most amazing applications of skill.

Narcissa's tongue, invading my mouth in a surprise assault that brought me back to the moment. I accepted her presence eagerly, caressing her breasts to show my approval. She was still shy to show any initiative, something I wanted to cultivate in her. While her absolute sexual deference was fun, I had no illusions that it would rapidly get boring without creativity from her part. I pressed my hand on her stomach, pressing our bodies even closer. Her hips, grinding enthusiastically in his lap was enough to push me quickly towards the climax, especially combined with the caressing warmth of the water. Her tightening around my shaft had been enough to trigger yet another spurt of seed, barely giving me enough time to pull out, dirtying the water instead.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Narcissa collapsed, pressing her weight, blunted by the water, to my body. I welcomed it, and for a while, we lay wordless as the water bubbled around us, massaging our body continuously. I started caressing her belly, enjoying the way she purred in appreciation.

Of course, we were just starting. I gave her a minute to catch her breath before reaching for the anal plug that I had forced into her just moments ago, and started pulling it out, earning a mirror moan of her. I didn't pull it out completely, of course, just a bit more than half, only to push it back in once again. "Draco!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, mom," I countered even as I pulled the plug back, listening to her panicked gasp.

"What are you doing-" she tried to say, only to collapse into another cry as I pushed the plug inside her once more.

"Why mom," I answered with a laugh. "I'm doing you, of course. More specifically, I'm preparing your puckered hole so I can do you in the ass as well." She stilled, blushing rapidly with my vulgar reply. Sometimes, people confused me. We just shared a merciless fuck, how could she feel mentioning it was more shameful than actually doing it, I could never understand. Nor I was going to allow. "Why mom," I said, pulling her hair harshly until her neck was bent backward. "Do you have a problem with what we just did."

"No, Draco," she whispered, but her tone painted with arousal instead of fear. A good detail, to see she enjoyed roughness as well.

"Good," I added as I used my other hand to play with her anal plug, pushing it in and out. "Then, tell me, what we just did."

"Draco?" she said, begging, though the effect was a bit distorted by the moan that followed her broken statement. "Please,"

"No, mother," I said, leaning forward to her neck, biting hard enough to leave a permanent mark. "You don't have the option. Tell me, what we just did?"

Narcissa looked indecisive, her hair still in my painful grip, her silence only broken by the occasional moans as I continue playing with her anal plug. "We … fucked…" she managed to say.

"Good mother," I said. "Now, hold your breath."

"What-" she managed to say before I pushed her head into the water, rest of her sentence mixing with the water. She tried to pull up, but with her head forced into the water with my hand, only her bottom managed to rose, presenting me with the perfect opportunity. I didn't waste any time before pushing inside her, earning a mess of bubbles instead of a cry.

I didn't keep her under the water for long. I wanted her to feel like she was drowning, not to actually drown. She rose, her hair sticking to her body as she struggled to catch her breath, all while I continued pumping inside her, pushing her closer to arousal. Then I pushed her down again…

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I held my breath as I apparated to my target. I was doing my best to keep the noise from the apparition as low as possible, because being caught came with results I was unwilling to live through. Several of my plans depended on today's success. Thankfully, Grimmauld Place was large enough so I could be reasonably sure there wouldn't be anyone in the attic.

Almost anyone, I corrected myself a second after completing the apparition, seeing Kreacher appear a few feet ahead of me, his hand raised to blast any intruder that dared to attack the sanctity of the Black Residence. "Kreacher, it's me," I spoke in a hurry, hoping for him to realize my identity before I ended in a nasty collision with the wall.

"Young master," Kreacher said, his attitude shifting completely from an angry tiger to docile housecat. I didn't understand how stupid public could waste the potential of house elves, impressively magical, utterly loyal, yet so easy to please. But no, most magicals were happy to treat them in a way that would be approved by a Southern Slave owner, and for no reason at all. They were perfectly happy as servants, for god's sake.

"Hello, Kreacher, how are you today?" I asked, a soft smile on my face. The shock that quickly replaced by gratitude and devotion was even enough to tug my blackened heartstrings. I could see him trying to find words to express himself, but holding back due to what he deems acceptable behavior, so I continued with my words. "I have found the amulet, but I need to keep it for a while trying to discover how to destroy it, do you understand?" Having information about people's deepest secrets was totally overpowered.

"Young master wants to destroy it!" Kreacher exclaimed in happiness. "Kreacher tried to hard, but he always failed. Stupid elf," he said, punching his own head in punishment.

"Kreacher, enough!" I ordered, hoping that he would listen to it, despite my lack of magical authority over him. Luckily, he did so before alerting the other occupants in the room. "Kreacher, I need your help," I started explaining. "To be able to destroy the amulet, I need to have access to the certain items, and to find them, I need to sneak into their rooms, and if you see me, you might be obliged to stop me. So, I want you to keep away from me, can you do that?"