Exploring Desires (Completed)

In another waiting room inside Gringotts, there was a distinct lack of tawdry sex. Just as well-McGonnagal was hardly a prim and proper prude but really,

Sirius and Remus had been her students, Moody only had an eye for Neville's grandmother, and Hestia and Emmeline were not her type.

Pomphrey maybe, but that was a long time ago and she'd been drunk enough to be legally dead if she wasn't Scottish.

"So do you think Professor Snape would look decent if he washed his hair?" Hestia asked into the awkward silence of the room. Emmeline hummed thoughtfully.

"Possibly..."

"He does, though not as much as you might expect," McGonnagal said. She shrugged. "Though when he first started working as a teacher he did get quite the

following one day after being dunked into the lake."

"Why do you ask? Fancy him, do you?" Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, it's just that he's very... Dramatic," Hestia said with a little blush. "It's kind of sexy."

Sirius twitched. "But... But Hestia! Everyone knows I'm the sexy dramatic one!"

"No, you're the sexy crazy fun one," Hestia corrected. "Remus is the sexy quiet one. Snape is the sexy evil teammate one."

Emmeline nodded. "Really Sirius, why can't you get this straight?"

"Probably due to the reality altering nature of that last statement. Snape. Sexy. Does not compute," Sirius said with a shudder.

Remus rolled his eyes. "As unpleasant as his personality is, to be fair the whole dark, brooding thing is attractive."

"From personal experience?" Emmeline asked with raised eyebrows.

Remus leaned back in his chair and smiled a bit. "Well... If it works..."

"Can you lot please stop acting like a bunch of overgrown teenagers?" Moody harrumphed. McGonnagal shook her head with a slight smile.

"Come now Alastor. This is the first bit of good luck in the war we've had since... Ever. Show a little enthusiasm, won't you?"

"This is my enthusiastic face," Moody said with a twisted grin. The far door opened, and a goblin entered with a sour look upon his face.

"Presenting Narcissa Black and Aurora Sinistra," he said without an ounce of enthusiasm, and he apparated out with a pop. Narcissa and Aurora entered,

causing McGonnagal to raise her brows, Remus to blink, Hestia and Emmeline to gasp, Moody to sit up a bit straighter and Sirius... To grin.

"Cissie!" He said with a cheerful expression. Narcissa scowled.

"Sirius..."

"What? I'm not allowed to use the nickname for my favorite cousin?" Sirius asked. "Well, second favorite but you're in the running now!"

"Lucky me," Narcissa said dryly.

"Aurora? What are you doing here?" McGonnagal asked.

"Well, Narcissa and I were discussing business at the time and I decided to accompany her," she said. "After all... We're all on the same side now, right?"

McGonnagal nodded, conceding the point warily.

"Yer not a member o' the Order, lassie," Moody said with a low growl. Aurora shrugged and sat down easily on one of the couches, crossing her leg up over

her knee.

"No, but considering you let Snape in, I don't think the requirements are very strict," the astronomer said coolly.

"She's got a point," Sirius pointed out.

Aurora nodded politely to the others. "Sirius, Remus, been a long time."

"Yes it has," Remus said with a smile. "Hello again Aurora."

Narcissa took her seat, imperious as a queen, and crossed her legs in a similarly provocative manner. She looked across the table and smiled.

"I'll get right to the point. As you may have noticed, my husband's assets and various titles and powers are now mine," she opened the conversation. "As

I do not wish to become the chattel of that detestable half-blood, I have come before you to, essentially, defect."

"We gathered," Moody said in a low growl.

"And I'm quite willing to prove this with support, in exchange for your protection and a few... Sundries," Narcissa said. McGonnagal nodded slowly.

"We're aware of those... Sundries," McGonnagal said. "And we're quite prepared to assist you in getting on with those requirements."

"I have a number of allies with similar requirements," Narcissa returned smoothly. "The fulfillment of which would doubtlessly make our support far more...

Genuine."

"Well, you're in luck then," Sirius took over. "We have said requirement filler in another room right here."

Narcissa stared at Sirirus. Sirius stared back. Narcissa smiled and very slowly nodded.

"I see... Perhaps then, an advance would be in order? As a gesture of good faith?"

"My thoughts exactly," Sirius said. He looked over at Aurora. "Though surely Aurora is in a similar situation?"

"I'm quite willing to wait my turn," Aurora said. "After all, the school year is coming up."

"Please be aware that such... Requirement fulfilling may be against school regulations, to which you are beholden," McGonnagal calmly reminded Aurora.

Aurora smiled brightly.

"I am, and I can ensure such... Filling will be done in a purely non-professional manner with no bearing on performance."

McGonnagal very slowly nodded as Aurora's smile grew just a bit. "Keep it that way." She looked to Sirius. "I think we can commence with the will reading."

"Good," Sirius said. He rose up, walked to the door and knocked on it three times. A goblin opened it up, looking annoyed.

"Yes?"

"We're ready," Sirius said.

The goblin grumbled and walked into the room to the main table. Everyone rose and walked into the room, Sirius and Narcissa the last. Sirius looked intently

at his cousin, and she looked back.

"You're really all right with this?" She asked.

"Cousin, if it makes you happy, and Harry happy, then yes I am," Sirius said.

"And it's not just because you want your godson to make it with me?" She asked, amused.

"Well... I didn't say that," Sirius said. "So! When will Draco find out?"

"My good little dragon is so sensitive... I think I'll tell him when I have a new little sister for him," Narcissa purred. Sirius blinked. Narcissa just

smirked. Sirius sighed, shook his head, and held out his hand.

"Ladies and cougars first."

"Thank you..."

"Excuse me, humans. If you would cease your fornication for just a moment, your party is ready to see you," a goblin stated flatly. He then turned and

left the room. There was a moment's pause, before the sounds of three people dressing quickly was heard.

Out into the hallway stumbled Harry, Hermione and Tonks, their clothing disheveled and in disarray. Hermione was blushing wildly, as was Harry.

"Oh my God," Hermione mumbled, holding her cheeks. "Oh my God... Oh my God..."

"Yeah," Harry said with a smile. He then looked over at Tonk, and frowned at her look of disappointment.

"Tonks? Something wrong?"

"Mm?" Tonks asked. "No, not really..."

"Did... Did I do anything wrong?" Harry asked gingerly. Tonks stared at him for a moment, then laughed.

"Ha! Hahaha! No no Harry, you were fine... More than fine... I'd give you an 'O' for 'Outstanding', among... Other things..." She grinned and laughed at

Harry's resulting blush. "But, the truth is..."

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"Well..." Tonks pouted. "There's no thrill in getting caught if the one catching you doesn't care, you know?"

"You're an exhibitionist!" Hermione gasped. Tonks shook her head.

"No, no... Well yes, a bit, but if there's no consequence for being caught then there's no rush of fear! And fear is heavily linked to erotic response,"

Tonks said.

"So... It was good?" Harry asked. Tonks laughed again, and hugged him tightly. She kissed the top of his head.

"You're cute, you know that?"

"So I've been told... Repeatedly," Harry mumbled into her boobs with a smile.

Hermione sighed, and yanked Harry out of Tonks' cleavage. "Come on, come on... We've got work to do, Harry. We can experiment with the fear response later."

"We can?" Harry asked eagerly. Hermione flushed.

"Yes, but only under circumstances I dictate."

"Aren't you the control freak?" Tonks commented with a little smile. Hermione huffed.

"We need to do this scientifically... After all," and here she shot Harry a sharp look, "I don't think it'll be the same for everyone who catches us. After

all, there is a difference between thrill... And mortification."

"Example?" Harry asked.

"Well, which is more thrilling? Being caught by, say, Tonks... Or Filch."

A shudder ran up Harry's spine, and he gulped. "I see your point."

"Showing more foresight than I did," Tonks mumbled, giving off a shudder of her own. "Anyway, let's be off!"

They walked down the hallway, where the goblin was impatiently waiting. He opened the doors and ushered them in with a very wide, sharp and shiny grin.

It did the opposite of a normal smile-That is, making Harry want to grab his wand and blast the goblin's face off.

He turned his attention back onto the room... And was surprised.

"Sirius? Professor Lupin? Professor McGonnagal? Professor Moody? Uh..."

"Emmeline and Hestia," the round faced witch introduced herself and her friend. "We're part of Dumbledore's..."

"Country Club," Moody harrumphed.

"Country Club?" Harry asked.

Moody's blue fake eye pointed across the room. Harry followed it.

"Well? Aren't you going to greet me, Mr. Potter, or are manners still a foreign concept to you?" Narcissa Malfoy... Black stated. Her tone was slightly

imperious, but there was a little smile on her face and a warmth in her eyes that had been absent the last time he'd seen her. She was also wearing a dress

that outlined her very fit, very curvy body in such a way Harry had to wrench his eyes away to keep himself from drooling. To her right was Aurora Sinistra,

looking as prim and dignified as ever.

"Ah... Hello, Ms. Black, Professor Sinistra," Harry said with a polite nod of his head. Narcissa rose and walked around the conference table. She extended

her hand to Harry, who stared blankly at it.

"Take it and kiss it," Sirius mouthed, just out of the former Mrs. Malfoy's sight. Harry nodded, took her hand, and kissed her palm. Narcissa started,

but pulled her hand back slowly with a small smirk.

"Good initiative... Wrong side," Narcissa said. "We'll have to work on that."

"We?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow. Narcissa just smiled, and returned to her seat. Harry moved to sit in the nearest empty chair, but Sirius discretely

waved him off. He gestured over to the seat next to Narcissa. Frowning a bit, Harry shrugged mentally and headed over, sitting down. Narcissa didn't look

his way, her attention entirely on the center of the table. Hermione and Tonks took seats further away from Harry, which the former didn't look particularly

happy about and the latter looked positively homicidal over.

At last, a goblin came through the doors, and snapped his long fingers. He appeared on the table before them, and pulled on a pair of reading glasses.

Another snap of his fingers, and a sheath of parchments apparated into his grasp. He cleared his throat and began to read aloud from the parchment in a

very bored tone.

"I, Lucius Malfoy, Lord of Malfoy Manor, Chairman of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, Master of the Estate of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black,

and Four Time Winner of the David Bowie Lookalike contest-"

Hermione bit back a laugh, while Tonks snorted. Sirius just grinned across the table, while McGonnagal and Remus smiled serenely. Harry couldn't help a

little smile, which grew when he saw Narcissa flash one for a moment herself.

His smile vanished though, when he felt someone's hand rest upon his thigh and squeeze. Harry started, and looked back at Narcissa. The blonde woman didn't

look back, all her attention on the goblin.

"...being of sound mind and body hereby declare the following to take place in the event of my death. One. Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, my beloved wife,

shall be the executor of my estate and all it's holdings until such time as she remarries, in which case she may choose to share the estate ownership with

her new spouse or remain in total control, or until such time as Draco Malfoy, my son, comes of age and proves himself a worthy heir to the estate and

legacy of the Malfoy and Black families."

The goblin turned the page. Harry's face turned red as Narcissa's hand... Wandered. Hermione saw this, and mouthed "What?" to him across the table. Harry

stared back, working his jaw. He gestured with his head, very slightly to Narcissa... Which got him a hard squeeze that made him gasp.

"I hereby leave Harry Potter, vanquisher of the Moste Terrible Lord Voldemort, five thousand Galleons to provide for his general well being given it is

he who freed me from the service of the Moste Dread Dark Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Marvolo Riddle who currently owns two thousand, five hundred galleons

plus interest for overdue student loan payments for attendance at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..."

Hermione's jaw dropped, and she looked at Narcissa in some disbelief. Narcissa just smiled very faintly, her eyes on the goblin. Harry's own eyes soon

crossed, even as the goblin's drone filled the room.

"To Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Marvolo Riddle, I leave these bills for substantial donations made to your campaign of political/sociological realignment via

violent means on the order of ten thousand galleons. Checks will not be accepted, but various other means of legally accepted tender or barter will be..."

the goblin continued.

Harry shut his mouth tightly, and gripped the edge of the table. He tried very, very hard not to look at anyone, but the thought of being caught as Tonks

had said filled his mind and with his two lovers right here and everyone probably able to tell just what was going on at a glance...!

"To my dear son Draco... I leave you with a list of various instructors whom my father sent me to in order to learn useful things. It is my hope you will

embrace their teachings and choose your own way in life, rather than continuing to be a burden to your poor mother. In the words of the great Muggle Lord

Clint Eastwood, 'Man up you little bitch.'" The goblin rolled up the parchment, just as Harry had a coughing fit.

"Your will is read, have a nice day." The goblin then promptly apparated out with a crack!, leaving the wizards and witches alone.

"... That sounded absolutely nothing like the Lucius I knew," McGonnagal stated at last.

"He was a very private man," Narcissa said smoothly. "Of hidden depths and tolerances."

"But not to poison, I presume?" Moody harrumphed.

"I'm afraid so," Narcissa said, wiping an imaginary tear with the hand not under the table. "Shame really."

"I've gotta say, I found that entire thing very entertaining," Sirius said.

"It's not that funny," Remus said airily, as Harry softly panted.

"It was, it was... Especially the ending," Sirius said.

"Yes, quite the little eruption," Moody harrumphed. "You all right there, Potter?"

"Y-Yes... Just fine," Harry said.

"You seem a bit... Overcome," McGonnagal said dryly. Harry shook his head.

"Nonono! I'm good! I'm good!"

"You certainly look like it," Hermione growled. Tonks just looked back and forth between Narcissa and Harry, her eyes bugged out and her hair bright green.

"Now that that is done... Mr. Potter, I would like to negotiate with you alone," Narcissa said.

"What?" Hermione gasped.

"Those are the terms of my sharing this will with you," Narcissa said calmly. "To negotiate with you regarding certain aspects of our conflict with the

Dark Lord."

"Ah..." Harry looked at his angry girlfriend, and then back at Sirius, McGonnagal, Moody and Remus. Sirius nodded encouragingly, McGonnagal shrugged, Moody

snorted with a leer and Remus chuckled.

"Trust me Harry... It will definitely help out the whole process," Sirius said. "And she did swear a Wizard's Oath that you would come to no harm."

"She did?" Harry asked. Narcissa nodded, continuing to smile faintly.

"Of course. I have absolutely no reason to harm you, Mr. Potter... Unless you invite such an action," she drawled in such a way Harry blushed to the roots

of his hair.

"I think I should at least be present for this!" Hermione said.

"Are you saying you don't trust me, Miss Granger?" Narcissa asked. Hermione scowled.

"As a matter of fact-"

"Hermione, Hermione, hang on," Sirius said. He got up and walked over to Hermione. He bent down and whispered something in her ear. Her expression changed

from livid, to contemplative, and finally to grim acceptance.

"All right... However, Harry did declare me his official adviser," she stated. "That's bound by magic too. If at any point he requests my..." And here

she couldn't help her blush, "counsel, I will be there immediately. And I will be there with the full, necessary authority."

"... But of course," Narcissa said with a slow, catlike smile. "It is a pleasure to meet a girl so... Spirited."

The smoky look the Malfoy matriarch shot Hermione got the Muggleborn to blush, and Harry's mind to immediately go to some happy places. Narcissa rose,

discretely hiding her hand behind a handbag.

"The goblins have provided us with a private meeting room... The negotiations may go on for some time, so by all means, those who wish to stay can stay.

Otherwise..." And here she smirked a little. "You should probably go. There isn't going to be much of a show."

"Not this time," Tonks mumbled. This got a look from McGonnagal, to which the Metamophmagus could only shrug sheepishly. Another door opened up, and another

goblin with an unpleasant smile stood there.

"Your room, Lady Black and Mr. Potter," he said flatly. Narcissa nodded, and calmly strode into it. Harry's eyes were drawn to her arse, moving back and

forth hypnotically, before he recalled he needed to follow her. Getting up, he walked in after her. The doors shut, leaving the wizards in the room alone

once more.

"... Just so we're clear, and I'm not imagining anything... Harry is basically being pimped out to Narcissa to get her on our side?" Tonks asked. Several

sets of eyes were locked onto her, and she grinned and shrugged.

"Just in case I'd gone insane or something..."

"Yes," Hermione groused.

"Yes," Sirius cheered.

"Why are you so happy about this, Sirius?" Hermione demanded.

"The same reason you're going to be happy about it," Sirius said cheerfully. He passed her a note, which Hermione picked up and read.

"... As adviser to Harry Potter I am entitled to a twenty-five percent share of all transactions?" Hermione gasped. "You... Do you really think I'd pimp

out Harry for-for money?"

"Think of all the books that you could buy," Sirius said. "All of those wonderful books... And book shelves, too."

Hermione ceased her rant, and stared. She looked back at the paper, biting her lower lip.

"... Well... Um..."

"And just imagine how many other transactions will probably be made," Sinistra said with a smile.

"She's probably got one lined up for herself right now," Moody snorted. Emmeline and Hestia giggled as the normally strait-laced teacher blushed.

"Professor!" Hermione gasped, scandalized.

"What? It won't affect his grades, I assure you," Sinistra said.

"Well, I suppose that would be fine-WHAT? NO!"

"Ms. Granger," McGonnagal said, resting a hand on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione looked up to her role model, her idol, with hopeful eyes.

"Yes?"

"Please keep in mind that this is the first time we've ever had anything go our way in this war since Mr. Potter defeated Lord Voldemort the first time,"

McGonnagal said, "and frankly, we need to keep up the momentum." She gave Hermione a firm look. "And if it takes Harry shagging every lonely housewitch

in Britain to win, well... Frankly, you've got to make a choice."

"Indeed," Sirius said, resting his hands on Hermione's shoulders.

"But er... Isn't prostitution illegal?" Hermione asked, grasping at straws.

"Illegal?" McGonnagal asked, surprised.

"If you call it prostitution, sure!" Sirius said. "I prefer to think of it as..."

"Getting my godson laid with a bevy of beautiful women?" Remus asked dryly.

"... Actually I call it 'getting my godson laid with a shitload of beautiful women,'" Sirius said. "But now that I think about it, that's probably not

the best way to describe it..."

"What was your first guess?" Hermione asked dryly.

The room they arrived in was... Tacky. That was pretty much the only word for it. It was absolutely bathed in gold, from the ceiling to the knobs on the

drawers to the bed itself, which was vast and nestled between gigantic carved dragons with glowing rubies for eyes and foot-long diamonds for teeth. Above

the bed was a great mirror that currently displayed a night time sky.

"Is this satisfactory?" The goblin asked in a very bored tone.

"Hmmm..." Narcissa scanned it with narrowed eyes. "Really? This is the meeting room?"

"Well, we do like to keep up with our customers'... Preferences," the goblin said, eying Harry significantly. Harry coughed and tugged at his collar.

"And you think my preferences run to such... Debauchery?" Narcissa asked flatly.

"Well... Given the Malfoy family's preferences over the years," the goblin began, "we felt it best to tone it down a notch for you though."

"How so?" Narcissa asked.

"You will not be provided with complimentary hookers in the wine fountain," the goblin said with a grin. Narcissa sighed.

"I suppose that's only to be expected... Would you kindly leave us here?"

"Of course, madam," the goblin simpered. He headed out, giving Harry a bland expression before shutting the diamond encrusted doors behind him. Narcissa

sighed.

"Well... This is not the proper place to conduct negotiations." She turned to Harry. "Squeeze my breasts."

"Pardon?" Harry asked. Narcissa sighed.

"Come on Potter, you can follow a simple instruction right?"

Recognizing her tone (One he had become very familiar with over the past few weeks), Harry reached up and grasped her breasts. His eyes widened as he felt

the familiar tug of a portkey at his navel, and the world spun around wildly before settling back and reforming. Harry looked around.

"Hogwarts?" Harry asked. The room resembled one of several classrooms he'd been in, and he could tell the style of desk, chalkboard, and magical candles

anywhere. The dressing screen and large comfy bed next to the desk were new though.

"Part of it," Narcissa said with a hum. "There are hundreds of ancient, unused classrooms beneath Hogwarts proper... I myself used these for... Certain

activities."

"If Voldemort found out-"

"He's not going to find out," Narcissa soothed. "Consider this a down payment of trust by letting you in on this."

"Ah," Harry said. "Well... Thank you."

She bit her lower lip and hummed, before reluctantly pulling his hands away from her bosom.

"Something wrong?" Harry asked.

"No, but I need you to let go. Otherwise you'll activate the Portkey again," she said.

"... Oh," Harry said, feeling a bit embarassed. Narcissa's smile became positively smoky, and she turned to go behind the screen.

"Just give me a moment, Harry," she said. Harry blinked.

"Ah... Sure? But what f..." He trailed off as her dress was thrown over the top of the screen. He remained silent as he heard her dress, then the sound

of her gulping something down.

"I had hoped to use this a bit later, once our... Relationship had advanced to a certain stage," Narcissa said, her smoky voice growing just a bit more

higher pitched but still remaining sexy. "But seeing the lack of decorum by the goblins, I think you'll agree a little... Escalation is in order."

Narcissa came out from behind the screen... Considerably shorter than when she'd gone behind it. She looked about his age if a little younger, and was

wearing a red cocktail dress similar to the first one, but that was just a bit too tight.

"Uh... A youth potion?" He asked.

"Yes... Nothing on the Eternal Youth Elixir, of course. This one is merely temporary." She smiled seductively and walked up to him. "But I think it will

last long enough for our... Negotiations to be complete?" She handed her tie to him, and nuzzled his cheek.

"Don't you think... Mr. Potter?"

Harry very slowly nodded.

"Of course... Ms. Black."

"Please," she said, as she shoved him back onto the desk chair, "call me Cissie." She smirked, leaning over the desk towards him. Her wavy platinum hair

fell forward around her face. Her tits swayed down inside the flimsy dress top. "Sex can be such a powerful weapon, don't you agree?"

He glared, fascinated, into her deep cleavage. Her tits were like two huge, perfectly formed mounds of dough, golden brown on top, where they'd been exposed

to the sun, and a pale milky white below, where they'd been concealed in bras and bikinis. As she bent lower over the desktop, he swore he could see the

edge of one pink circle of nipple peeking from under the red fabric.

She fixed him with a bright, determined stare and licked her lips for the third or fourth time in less than a minute. "Isn't it?" she whispered hoarsely.

Then she stood up, letting her tits heave back into her chest. Slowly, calmly, she skirted the desk and came round to where he was sitting. She slipped

her ass onto the notepad in front of him, placed a foot on the arm rest of the chair she pushed him into, and spread her legs under the light red dress.

She slipped the strap of the dress off her right shoulder. The fabric rustled down lightly, revealing most of the upper globe of her magnificent tit. Tugging

gently at the material, she eased inch after inch of tanned skin into the open, till finally a hopelessly lengthened brown nipple snapped to freedom, poking

out over the dress top like a squat thumb tip.

"Good God," croaked Harry, swallowing. He'd never seen anything quite so beautiful. The nipple, the puffy circle of dark flesh the nipple sat on, the surrounding

globe of half-pale, half-brown tit - everything was all so perfect, so mouthwatering.

"Do you like it?" Cissie breathed, watching his face carefully. "Do you think it's pretty?"

"Mmmmm," answered Harry, grasping the arms of his chair tightly. The tit hung heavily over the top of her dress, its nipple pointing at him accusingly.

He wanted to reach out and touch her. He wanted to flick the stiff nubbin with his thumb. He wanted to take her nipple in his mouth and suck.

"Would you like to see the other one?" she asked him quietly. "Would you like me to take my other tit out and show it to you? I like showing men my tits."

She grabbed hold of her dress again and pulled down. The covered tit slowly came into view. The nipple, like the other one, popped out into the open like

a knob of granite. She unhooked her arm from the shoulder strap and the dress flopped uselessly over her rib cage and stomach. It came to rest in a tangled

roll around her waist.

"Merlin's balls!" groaned Harry. "What fantastic tits! What fantastic fucking tits!"

"So you like them?" asked Cissie. "I'm so glad! Most men do. They always say that the nipples are real long. They always seem very impressed with that.

And of course I'm pretty well endowed to boot."

"They're gorgeous! They're simply gorgeous!" moaned Harry. "I've never seen tits like them. So firm and full! So big! And those nipples!"

"You can touch them if you like. I don't mind, really. I like having my tits squeezed."

There was a low whimper somewhere deep in his chest, and the film of sweat along his brow gleamed brightly. The limp log of his cock stirred gently against

his thigh. Slowly, steadily, blood began to flow into his pulsing prick.

"Go ahead. I don't mind. Feel them all you want. Feel my nipples. You'll enjoy it, I guarantee." She was bending over him, swinging the swollen tits in

front of his face like lush, ripe fruit. Her heavy tits swayed and separated, their nipples seeming to grow longer as he watched.

"This is crazy! This is simply crazy!" he announced in a gritty, dreamy voice.

"No it isn't. It's very natural. You want my cooperation and I'm showing you what I want done. Don't you like them?"

Supporting herself with her hands on her knees, she leaned forward, shimmying her tits back and forth before him like an experienced stripper. Her lush

tits quivered and rolled as she moved. He brought up his hand, touched the underside of her left tit with his fingers, and dented the soft juicy flesh

tenderly. A thrill shot from his fingertips all the way into his crotch.

"They're so beautiful! So beautiful!" he murmured. "Like nothing I've ever seen!" He cupped the underside of her tit in his palm, lifted it, felt its weight

in his hand. Her tits seemed to weigh several pounds.

"That's it! Don't be shy! Feel them all you like! And the nipples. Don't forget the nipples. I love having my nipples pinched." She stared down at her

tits as he began playing with them, more than a little thrilled herself at the way the events go.

Harry touched his fingertips to the long hard stub of one nipple. It was hot and solid as stone, a great soaring hunk of nut-brown teat. And as he watched,

her nipple seemed to grow, to crank up higher off its circle of pink, like a small cock. Her nipple was already damn near an inch long.

"Your nipples are amazing," he raved softly, tweaking the hot stub between his thumb and forefinger. "The way they stick up, you could hang clothes off

them!"

Cissie smiled. "I had the longest nipples of anyone in school," she boasted. "My dormates always told me so." She thrust out her tits proudly, forcing

their swollen tips into Harry' teasing hands. His fingers felt wonderful on her golden skin.

He moved over to the other tit, hefted it in his palm, kneaded the flesh hungrily. Her tits were so plush and full and heavy! He began to press and nip

the second nipple, screwing her nipple around and around in his fingers.

"Would you like to suck them?" she asked sweetly, looking into his eyes. Her voice was so innocent, so matter-of-fact, as if she asked this kind of question

every day.

"Ohhhhhh..." he groaned, his heart pounding. Could this really be happening? Was he maybe dreaming? Malfoy's hot mother was naked to the waist in this

unused classroom, asking him if he wanted to suck her nipples!

"I'll let you, if you want to. I like having my nipples sucked. But I should warn you... I tend to get quite excited. There's no telling what I might do

if you start sucking!"

Again Harry groaned, his prick thrusting farther and farther down his thigh. His cock was caught under the leg of his shorts, and as his prick grew he

became more and more uncomfortable. If this went on much longer, he would have to take his cock out. He'd just have to. His prick would snap off otherwise.

"Here," she said, circling her right tit with her slender fingers, pushing it tenderly towards his sweating face. "Have a suck. I know you want to. I know

young men like sucking tits."

He leaned forward a fraction, and suddenly the stiff prong of her nipple was between his lips. Her nipple butted against his teeth and thrust onto his

tongue, throbbing softly. Her tits mashed onto his lower face, blocking off the air to one nostril and pressing against his chin. Her tit was soft and

firm, lush and warm to the touch.

"There, isn't that nice?" Cissie queried pleasantly, watching him start to suck on her lengthened nipple. His eyes closed with lust, and she suddenly realized

she had him completely in her power. It gave her a little thrill in her stomach. "Doesn't it feel nice to suck my tit?"

"Mmmmmmfffff," mumbled Harry, circling his tongue around and around her granite nipple, poking his tongue into the squat head of her nipple.

"Yes, that feels so nice. I love it. I love having someone suck my nipples," she said, letting her head roll back on her shoulders. Her lovely hair cascaded

over her brown shoulders.

Harry' mouth was making wet, squeaking sounds on her tit. He was pulling on her nipple like a hungry baby, sucking the inch-long nub far out onto his tongue.

The entire end of her tit was gleaming with a layer of saliva. And then he was spitting it out. It shone brightly, thrust up high like a light switch.

"The other one," he moaned. "Give me your other nipple to suck. They're fantastic! I don't believe it!"

Smiling softly, Cissie moved her other tit onto his mouth, let him suck her second nipple between his lips. It never failed. Men were fascinated by her

tits. And when she let them suck on her, they went crazy.

She let him suck contentedly there, cradling his head in her hands. And while she did so, she absently glanced into his lap, curious to know what effect

all this was having on his cock. He had to be hardening. He had to. No one could take this kind of treatment and not get excited. The only question was,

how excited was he?

His cock was evidenced by a large, curved swelling halfway down his thigh! Harry sure was well hung! It looked like his prick was caught tightly under

the fabric of his slacks. His cock was probably bursting to be free. What would be the best thing to do? Take him out and jerk him off in her hand? Suck

his cock? There were so many possibilities. She smiled slowly. Maybe she'd try them all!

"Mmmmmmfffff," he mumbled around her nipple, sucking it into complete erection. He rolled his eyes up briefly to stare into her gorgeous face.

"Are you getting turned on?" she teased, flashing her gray eyes and crinkling up her nose. "Has sucking on young Cissie's titties got you all hot and bothered?"

She reached into his lap, running her hand up and down along the curving, stony rod of his prick. His cock felt thick and fat under his clothes. And very,

very long.

"What are you doing?" he asked, breathlessly pulling his mouth off her tit. He, too, gazed down into his lap, watching her fingers rub up and down along

his cock.

"I'm going to take your cock out. I think it's been cooped up long enough. The poor thing must be dying of loneliness in there!" And with that, Cissie

clasped the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down, making a soft zipping sound that echoed across the room.

"This is crazy! We can't do this. Your Ma... Draco's mother! He's going to kill me if he ever finds out!"

"My little dragon wont find out and you're going to let me do what I want to do, aren't you Harry?" She smirked mischievously at the use of his first name.

Her hand fumbled inside his open fly, searching for his swollen prick. For the longest time, she couldn't find his cock and she began to think the bulge

she'd seen in his pants was all in her imagination. But then she dug under the top of his shorts, wriggled her fingers deeper. She began to feel the heat

and bulk of something huge growing out from his crotch.

"Wow, this feels fantastic!" she praised, suddenly dropping to her knees between his spread legs.

He scowled, sorry to see her tits move out of range of his mouth. But he was caught up in the thrill of what she was doing in his lap, and he made no protest.

Already she was unbuckling his belt, spreading the upper flaps of his slacks, scrunching up his shirt in a roll over his belly. She made sure she had him

thoroughly naked about his crotch.

"Shit, your cock feels so huge! How big is it?" she panted, her tongue curling out the side of her mouth in anticipation. She wrangled his pants and shorts

down off his crotch, and be lifted his ass to help her, letting her pull the crumpled clothing well down his thighs.

There was no need to answer her question. Released from the confines of his shorts, his swollen cock sprang up like a striking basilisk, bashing her under

her chin with its head before recoiling and swinging up and down in front of her astonished eyes. His prick swayed there before her gently, tilting in

the air.

"Bloody hell, it's a monster! It's fucking huge! I've never seen a cock like it! Shit, it must be ten inches long!"

"About that, yes," Harry replied modestly. "Nine and a half actually. Do you think it's too big?"

"Too big! It's perfect! It's gorgeous! I love every inch of it! Oh, merlin, it's lovely!" She curled the fingers of one hand around its thick trunk and

pulled on his prick. The foreskin bunched up cutely over the shining cockhead. Then she tugged down, drawing the loose skin off the prickhead and under

the rim beneath. His entire cockhead was exposed, gleaming and inflamed. His prickhead was about the size of a pool ball.

"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned, his balls sizzling. Cissie's hand on his cock was so cool, so gentle. When it came to handling pricks, she seemed to know exactly

what she was doing.

"Does it feel nice when I do that?" she asked. "Does it feel nice when I move my hand about on your cock?"

Again he groaned. If she kept up that kind of talk, he'd be spraying her with jism in no time.

"It's beautiful! I can't get over it!" Up and down, up and down, her hand moved tenderly, jacking the loose outer layer of skin back and forth over the

stiff bulk of his prick. Soft, wet, snapping sounds rose up from his naked lap.

She bent her head to study his cock more closely, fascinated at the sheer bulk of his prick. It was rare that she ever had an opportunity to examine a

cock.

His prick was monstrous, like a thick pole of salami in her fist. A fat, pulsing blue vein wriggled up its left side, all the way from his balls to his

cockhead. As she watched, she could see his prick throbbing gently, pumping blood up into his soaring prick. Beneath, his ball sac hung heavily, a wrinkled

pouch of skin bristling with no hairs.

"What a cock! What a cock!" she murmured over and over again, keeping up a steady rhythm with her clutching hand. His balls flexed and bobbed in their

pouch as she jerked on him.

"Miss Black... this is crazy," he muttered, thrilling to the touch of her lovely fingers on his prick. Her nails were painted a bright-red color and she

had a ring on each of two fingers. The sight of her long, slender digits curled tightly around his twitching cock was almost unbearable.

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