El deleite de la tarde de Narcissa

—Sorry, mother —said Draco Malfoy, sighing—. It seems that one of my colleagues has dropped the quaffle, so I have to go clean up his mess. I'm afraid I won't be able to take you out for lunch yet. Harry Potter, who happened to be passing by Malfoy's office in the Ministry building, stopped and waited outside the office door to see what would happen next. He had been trying to think of an excuse to enter, but Draco might have dropped one at his feet, courtesy of the member of the Department of Magical Cooperation International who had made the mistake and created more work for Malfoy. —It's no trouble, Draco —Narcissa Malfoy assured her son—. I'll wait here until you return and we can eat later. —Are you sure? —asked Draco—. I'm not sure how long it will take to fix this, so it's possible you'll have to wait a while. There couldn't be a more convenient way for Harry to jump in, and I wasn't going to wait another second. Before Narcissa could respond, Harry knocked on the partially open door of Malfoy's office and opened it a bit more. The heads of both Malfoys turned towards the door when he poked his head out, and each offered a very different reaction. Draco seemed to suspect instantly, while Narcissa seemed surprised for a couple of seconds before giving Harry a warm smile. —Potter? What's going on? Do you need something? —Draco's tone wasn't hostile, but nor was it overly welcoming. Harry and Draco didn't talk often, since they worked in different departments at the Ministry. If they saw each other in the hallway, they could exchange a brief gesture of recognition. When their responsibilities required them to work together on something, they could be together without discussing anything, which was a notable improvement compared to their days at Hogwarts. But they were simply adults who had matured and left behind their childish pranks and could coexist without incidents among themselves. —No, actually not —said Harry, shaking his head—. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but by chance I overheard your conversation while walking by. Draco narrowed his eyes, but Harry wasn't going to give him time to wonder what would bring him to that corner of the building if he didn't have specific matters to attend to. —If you don't want to be alone, Narcissa, I wouldn't mind keeping you company while Draco takes care of his work. —I don't think it's necessary... —Draco began, but Narcissa interrupted him before he could finish rejecting the offer on her behalf. —That would be great, Harry —she said—. It's been too long since we could catch up at the Ministry's Christmas function. —Harry hid his smiling face. In public, events like that were the only occasion when they shared each other's company. But he had seen Narcissa and spent quality time with her much more recently than at Christmas—. But are you sure it won't be too much trouble? I'm sure you're a busy man, with your recent promotion. Congratulations on that, by the way. —Many thanks —he said, smiling as he remembered how enthusiastically she had congratulated him on his promotion last week—. But everything is running smoothly in the Department of Aurores, so there won't be any problem if I take an early break to lunch and keep you company. —I was recently promoted and already have everything under control —Narcissa said—. Wouldn't you like to have someone like Harry in charge of your department, Draco? —He's very capable, yes —Draco said, looking annoyed. He shook his head—. I must go, mother, but I promise to return as soon as possible. —Don't rush with your work, son. I know I'll be in good hands with Harry here taking care of me. —Draco didn't seem enthusiastic about his mother's affection for Harry's company, but Clearly, I knew I shouldn't try to dissuade her. He limited himself to greeting his mother with a nod before giving Harry a brief acknowledgement in recognition. --You're free to use my office if you want-- said Draco --I'll be back as soon as I've returned and delivered my report to my superior. --He gave his mother a quick hug before rushing out of the office. Harry noticed that Draco was directing him a last speculative look while leaving through the door, and kept his modest and friendly face. As far as Draco knew, Harry and his mother only had a friendly relationship that didn't extend beyond having small chats with each other at Ministry functions. If he had any idea what they had been doing in secret for almost four months, there was no way he would have left them alone in the office. Draco closed the door behind him, waited for about twenty seconds to make sure he wasn't going to come back for something he forgot, and then Harry moved away from the door, took Narcissa into his arms and kissed her on the lips. She sighed against his lips and returned the kiss, but put her hands on his chest to hold him back before he could try to push deeper or move his hands. --Did you have anything to do with this little emergency of Draco's, Harry?-- she asked. Her hands on his chest held him back, but didn't make any movement to release herself from his arms. --No-- he said, shaking his head. Narcissa raised her left eyebrow. --Are you sure? Because I must warn you that, no matter how much I enjoy seeing you, I'll be much less pleased if you sabotage my son's work just so you can kiss me at the office. Harry realized she was serious. This side of Narcissa didn't address him often, but when it did, Narcissa seemed much more intimidating than Draco or Lucius (who enjoyed his perpetual chain in Azkaban). Luckily for Harry, he was telling the truth. I didn't know —he said—. I knew you were coming to lunch with Draco today, so I was wandering around trying to find some way to give you a quick kiss or something when no one would see me. And then I got an even better opportunity than I could have planned. Narcissa looked at him fixedly, evaluating the truth in his words before finally nodding. —I believe you —she said—. Which means I won't feel guilty about doing this. Her hands rose from her chest to her shoulders, and this time it was she who initiated the kiss. Harry returned it immediately, of course. Their lips met and their arms brought their bodies closer together. When he felt his tongue leaving his mouth to trace her lips, Harry decided it was safe to let his hands wander from his waist to his backside. Narcissa moaned and her tongue opened up a path to her mouth. As they were usually when alone, their kisses and caresses quickly became something more intense and passionate. Were Narcissa's hands the ones that had started to pull down his work tunic first, or had Harry won out and started taking off her tunic first? It could have been either way, but the only thing that really mattered was that two sets of tunics fell to the floor in Malfoy's office almost at the same time. Now Harry's hands could grope Narcissa's backside through her skirt, even sliding underneath it so that only her underwear separated his fingers from her bare skin. His fingers were also getting quite involved; he was unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time and sliding a finger down the newly opened slit to caress her bare chest each time. It was obvious where this was heading, and Harry had no desire to stop it. —Is it really prudent? —Narcissa asked as Harry's fingers started to slide her panties down her legs. It was a reasonable question, but the fact that That it had already finished unbuttoning her shirt and now she was playing with the zipper of his pants was a sign that she herself wasn't being precisely reasonable at that moment. -- Not really -- said simply. Of course, it wasn't prudent. Making fools of oneself at work was something risky to begin with, but doing so in Draco's office elevated the danger several levels. The security measures in the Ministry building prevented the owner of an office from staying out of it, so even if Harry placed the best privacy and blocking spells he knew, they wouldn't do anything to keep Draco away. But knowing this didn't make Harry hesitate. He continued to lower Narcissa's panties and his mouth moved to kiss her neck. -- We should stop -- said Narcissa between moans as he kissed her neck and squeezed her bare ass under the skirt. Again, her words were reasonable, but her actions told a different story. Her mouth suggested they stop, but her hand had just lowered the zipper and now she was lowering his pants down his legs. -- That would be the smartest thing to do, yes -- said Harry. Instead of approaching to take off her shirt, he was caressing her now naked sex with his fingers under her skirt. He could feel how wet she was in his fingers, and that told him everything he needed to know. Narcissa didn't care what the smartest thing to do would be at that moment, just like he didn't --. But you never stopped before, did you? Do you remember how hot it was when I screwed you on all fours in front of the Christmas tree at Malfoy Manor on Christmas morning? Narcissa gasped, and Harry believed it wasn't just because two of his fingers were rubbing her pussy lips. The memory of their playful morning had to be as vivid in her memory as it was in his --. Draco and his girlfriend arrived at the door —he said—. I was still putting on my clothes on the way to open the door. —Her hips were swaying against her fingers and it seemed like she was struggling not to moan out loud. Harry, deciding that at least a minimum of protection would be a good idea, cast a silencing spell on the door. Nothing would prevent Draco from opening the door if he returned, but at least this way the entire department wouldn't be able to hear them if it got noisy. Harry knew from experience that things tended to get very noisy when he and Narcissa were alone. —Well, think about how exciting it will be to fuck in his office —suggested Harry—. He could come back at any moment... and then there would be no way to hide what we've been doing, right? In another woman, a suggestion like that about being caught fucking in the office of her own son probably would have been a great discouragement that would have ended immediately with what they were planning. But Harry already knew how Narcissa's mind and libido worked. Even before saying it, he knew exactly how Narcissa was going to react. Her lips pressed against his in another deep kiss, this one firmer than any of the ones they had shared today. She had already pulled down his pants to his ankles, and now she had taken out his penis and wrapped her hand around it. He was already on his way to achieving a complete erection from kissing and fondling her, and her soft hand stroking his penis took care of the rest. Harry decided that was enough and it was time to get down to business. Normally, he would have made sure to remove her bra before starting to fuck her. He loved Narcissa's tits, and grabbing them or watching them bounce while he fucked her always was a pleasure. But he knew his time was limited. Mentioning the inherent risks of fucking in his son's office had inflamed Narcissa's lust effortlessly, but those Risks were not just imagined or exaggerated. Draco could really come back at any moment, so if they were going to do this, they didn't have time to waste. Instead of taking the time to remove Narcissa's shirt, he kicked off his pants, put his arms under her rear to support her and lifted her off the floor. She clung to his neck and kissed him fiercely as he carried her to the only available surface in Draco's office, which was his desk. The desk remained tidy; more so than Harry's, anyway. However, there were still a couple of piles of parchment on it, and those carefully arranged piles flew off the desk to the floor when Harry left Narcissa on the desk. If he had time, maybe he would try to organize them afterwards. At this moment, however, Harry was more concerned with the much more important task of fucking Narcissa in the little time they had. He wasn't the only one feeling that urgency, because Narcissa was already twisting and contorting herself on the desk as he spread his legs even further apart, stood near the edge of the desk and moved his cock into position. 'Hurry up, Harry' - she begged. Normally she was very serene and had control over herself, but she could be easily persuaded to beg when she was horny. He loved hearing her like that, but this time there wasn't time to provoke her. Harry slid his cock directly inside her and Narcissa let out a loud enough moan on the initial penetration to make her glad she'd thought of casting a silencing spell at the door. Draco would come back late or early, but without that spell, someone from the department would probably have come to investigate immediately. It wasn't like it was going to be quieter from then on, because there wasn't time for him to worry about something as insignificant as the noise they were making. The only hope they had of finishing this off before Draco returned was if he put everything into it, and that was something Harry was always willing to do when it came to Narcissa. She still moaned from the initial penetration when he pushed his cock directly towards the sexy older woman who had been giving him the best sex of his life for the last four months. She always said the same thing about him and Harry took pride in that. Now he was taking pride in it in a twisted way, fucking her hard and making her moan loudly while making her naked ass bounce forward and backward against the edge of Draco's desk. He had loved every one of his encounters with Narcissa during the last four months. Despite how improbable their encounter was, their bodies had been compatible from the start. Whether they were having sex or doing something slower and more sensual, his sexual life had been incredible since the first time he mustered the courage to invite Narcissa to his apartment after a Ministry function. But even with all the memorable encounters they'd had during these months, this one still stood out as something special. There had been other times when he had fucked Narcissa just as hard as this, and this wasn't even the first time he'd done it with the threat of being caught, which added another element of danger and excitement to each thrust. But this had to be the most reckless sex they'd had so far. He was fucking her during his lunch break at work, and on top of Draco's desk, no less. Her ass hung over the edge of the desk and he held her right ankle in his hand while fucking her. Narcissa's left leg was elevated, with her heel on his shoulder. There wasn't much Narcissa could do to This position or at this rhythm, so she just grabbed the edge of the desk, put her arm over her face and moaned with pleasure as he continued to pound her with rapid thrusts. Her cock fit so well inside Narcissa's pussy and he was rejoicing at the opportunity to pound her as deeply into her as possible with sufficient speed to make her body balance on the desk. —Fuck, Harry! she cried—. That's it! Yes, yes, yes! It's so damn good! —Harry moaned and accelerated his thrusts. He knew what it meant when Narcissa started cursing during sex. Normally she didn't have a vulgar mouth, but her tongue loosened and the insults began to flow when she was about to come. It was good that he was close, but he was going to have to change things if he expected to join her. His hand left her ankle to hold onto the edge of the desk, leaning slightly forward over her to pound her even faster than before. He didn't try to push back now, sacrificing more complete thrusts for balancing himself further into her even faster. Narcissa had no complaints about the change. She continued to moan and curse as he fucked her on Draco's desk, and Harry knew he was about to get his unexpected evening pleasure. He growled and thrust into her without thinking, doing everything possible to try and reach it. —Harry! she cried—. Fuck yes! Oh, yes! Just a little more! Yes, yes, oh, fuck! —Narcissa twisted on the desk and made it even messier by squirting everywhere. Poor Draco was so proud of keeping his desk clean and tidy, only for Harry and his mother to desecrate it. If Draco caught them before they could finish and clean up, this desk would probably never feel clean again to him. The climax of Narcissa, who screamed and squirted, made the beast that There had been inside of Harry if he put himself in motion and demanded that they let her leave. Harry groaned deeply and his hips began to move at a pace that neither of them could have maintained for much longer, but they wouldn't need to. He was just there, right at the peak of what seemed destined to be one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had in his life. He was around the corner and there was no way to stop it. His eyes had closed in concentration as he gave the final thrusts, but they snapped open when he heard the office door opening on his left. I'm back, mother, said Draco as he returned to his office. If you're ready, we... Draco fell silent once he saw the state Harry and his mother were in. He narrowed his eyes as if he didn't understand, and then his jaw dropped when everything finally clicked into place. Harry pulled his cock out of Narcissa by instinct, but there was no way to stop his orgasm at this point. His cock began to shoot while moving his hips back. The first jet of semen went straight to her pussy, while the next one landed on Narcissa's leg. He tried to aim so that the rest wouldn't fall on her, but considering it resulted in a jet landing on Draco's desk and the last one on a framed photo of Draco and his girlfriend Astoria, it was debatable whether it was better or not. T-tu, stammered Draco, shaking his head slowly. You... this. How... how could this...? Well, I suppose there's no longer any point in hiding it, is there? said Narcissa. Yes, Draco. Harry and I have been sleeping together. Harry was impressed that she could speak so calmly at the moment, but he was right, of course. There was no way to pretend this was anything other than what it seemed. Draco had entered literally when Harry was coming, and he had seen him come on his mother, on his desk and on the photo of him and his girlfriend. Harry didn't know if Draco could tell that his mother had come on his desk, but it was still evident what he had discovered when he entered. —You and him?— murmured Draco, looking at Harry and Narcissa while deliberately keeping his gaze above Harry's waist. —Potter? And on my desk?— said Narcissa simply. —Yes, him. And yes, on your desk. That part wasn't planned, but frankly, only you have the blame for that. You left your poor mother alone after promising to take her to lunch, and Harry here present was kind enough to keep me company and make me have a good time. Draco's mouth opened and closed like a fish as he looked at her. He was probably trying to figure out how in the world his mother had surprised him by being fucked on his desk and she somehow turned it into his fault. Harry struggled not to laugh at the astonished look on Draco's face, and how easily Narcissa could shut him up. —We can talk about this later and I'll answer all the questions you may have— said Narcissa. —But Harry and I are not finished yet. Go take your lunch break without me and then come back later, Draco. I promise we'll leave everything tidy for you. There were many problems with what Narcissa was saying. This was Draco's office, and his mother basically was ordering him to leave and take his lunch break without her so she could keep using his office as her sexual hideaway. He would have been right to demand they leave or even report Harry for having sex at work and dirtying his desk. But he didn't do anything. Draco looked at them fixedly for a few more seconds and then turned his back on them and left the office, slamming it shut behind him and tripping. He wasn't going to stop them and Harry doubted much that Draco would try to get him in trouble over this either. An incident would require me to provide details, including the identity of the woman with whom Harry had been sleeping on his desk. When Draco left, Harry placed a blocking spell on the door and then returned his attention to Narcissa, who was sitting on the edge of the desk and smiling at him. His risky sex in the office had resulted in their son discovering them, yet it wasn't enough to stop them. She began laughing and he joined her shortly after. The fun moment quickly turned into a much more sexual one once Narcissa took off her shirt and put her hand behind her back to unhook her bra. Her large breasts had been covered during their hasty first round, but now they were free. And with Draco sent away to try to erase those images from his mind, they didn't have to worry so much about speed this time. They could take their time and have a bit of fun. —I think the Department of Aurors is going to fall a little behind —said, pulling Narcissa off the desk, lifting her onto his arms, and pushing her down to sit on his lap while planting his ass in Draco's chair. They had already messed up the desk; why not make her bounce on my cock while I sat in my son's chair?