HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy

"Mom, remove the negligee, I want to use some massage oils this time, and let's not ruin your clothes." She followed my direction without the slightest hesitation, not commenting about the ridiculousness about her clothes being stained. 

After all, it took only a spell to clean it without any stain. She was on my bed, wearing only a set of skimpy underwear. 

It shouldn't be a surprise that I was sporting a raging hard-on, begging for a release.

I was tempted to reach for lust cream to quickly prime her before pushing my cock into her. 

After two weeks filled with intensive, full body massages that left no place of her body left untouched, she should be ready for it. 

After all, last few days, I hadn't even bothered to use the lust cream to prime her for my attention, my naked touch proving enough. 

I was sure that just a dash of the potion would be enough to push her enough that she shouldn't complain my cock inside her.

Still, I wasn't willing to take the risk for it, just in case she felt suspicious and decided to test her blood. 

The previous ones had already dissolved with no way to detect, but there was a chance they would be detected in the first twenty-four after they were applied, and I decided to not to take the risk in case she was struck with a sudden suspicion.

I didn't need it either, not with the trust I had for my own skills to convince her without any potion. 

I poured some massage oil on my hand, then started dragging my hands over her body. First, I started with the neck, then moved to her shoulders after a brief delay. 

She was already moaning before I finished her back, although barely audible. Her hips rose unconsciously as I climbed up on her legs, diligently rubbing her upper thighs. 

I could see the fragile cloth covering her pussy was damp enough to turn half-transparent, forcing my cock to flare even harder.

As usual, no word of protest left her mouth, even when I finally reached her ass, mauling her plump cheeks without the slightest concern for shame. 

I could feel that it was time, proven when I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down, revealing her bare, freshly shaved pussy, all without a word of protest. 

I slid my fingers inside her without the slightest concern about her response. I didn't fear that she would react negatively, not after I had spent a whole week massaging her to the edge of a climax, only to leave her there. 

She was aching for a release, her body burning with desire. And breaking the trend for the last few days just made her hungrier. 

After the weeks I spent playing her like a well-tuned instrument, I could easily feel an orgasm closing by, brought by a minute of concentrated attention on her wet folds.

I was so hard that it actually started to hurt. I decided enough was enough, and it was finally time to act. 

I pulled one of my hands away from her body, and used it to push my pants down, freeing my cock for the long-awaited second act. 

A shake of my legs later, I was naked waist down, ready to slip inside her. I rubbed my hand over my cock, covering it with oil. 

I had a feeling she would be too tight to accommodate my cock, so anything to reduce the friction was a good thing. 

I aligned my cock with her entrance, and took a deep breath, then pushed…

I was surprised when no words of protest left her mouth, though I had any intention of wasting the opportunity. 

I placed my hands on both sides of her to stabilize her body, and started slamming into her repeatedly, her tight tunnel squeezing my cock. 

I wondered for how long Lucius hadn't touched her, because she was as tight as a virgin. She tightened around my cock in an attempt to milk me, but I didn't want to stop, even momentarily. 

Stopping here would allow her to gather her wits, which was the last thing I needed. 

So, I continued pumping inside her repeatedly. Soon, an earthquake captured her body, leaving her trembling under me.

A minute, she just lay there, purring softly as I continued sliding inside her lazily. 

Then, suddenly, she let out a panicked gasp and tried to stand up, a move that was impossible thanks to my hands over her back. 

"Draco, what is going on? What are you doing!"

My eyebrow rose in surprise. I knew that she was deep in pleasure, but I hadn't guessed it was so deep that she had forgotten where she was, and who was delivering the massage. 

Still, even dubious, she had already consented to it, and I had no intention to give the control back. 

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her, preventing any immediate movement. 

"Why mom, I'm doing exactly what you want."

"Draco, you cannot do this, please stop, you are my son."

"Yes, mom," I replied, enhancing my rhythm even further. "And as a dutiful son, I'm doing exactly what my mom wants."

"But this is-" she started, only to cut by a sudden moan, hard enough to rattle the glass. "This is not what I want."

Despite my best tries, a snort escaped my mouth. "Really, mom, it's not what you want," I said, tugging her arms enough to pull her chest away from the bed. 

"Then please explain to me, why you are in my room, naked without a protest, with the full knowledge that the previous time it happened, I pleasured you with my fingers hard enough to send you to the land of unconsciousness. Please explain to me how you didn't want this?"

As I expected, Narcissa wasn't able to reply to my statement, though she tightened even further. I was glad to see that things were unfolding much quicker than I planned.