{Great Hall, Hogwarts}
{7th Nov 1991}
{Rigel's POV}
I watched as Narcissa's skin bubbled briefly before it started to change. The potion she had drunk was able to reverse the transformation. She stumbled again as her height shifted, and she had to grab onto the edge of the table to maintain her balance.
"Can I have some of that?" I asked, pointing toward the potion. Since she had taken just a small sip, a lot of the liquid was still sloshing around in the transparent flask. Narcissa looked at me with semi-glazed eyes. Seems like she hadn't completely recovered from earlier.
"Yeah-" Her throat sounded raw as she coughed a couple of times, "-Fuck, I knew that the potion works on physical appearance, but apparently getting your throat ruined would still hurt after the change back." She complained as she pushed the flask toward me. I grabbed it but set it aside on the table for the moment.
"Didn't you say that woman earlier used this potion to maintain their 'virginity'?" I asked. Her statement was clearly contradictory.
"Yeah, my throat is back undamaged, but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt, though I wonder how it would feel to get back a torn hymen-" she wondered as she leaned forward, her breasts were still covered as the entire sexual encounter had ended with her being clothed, though the front of her dress was ruined as it was covered with cum.
Noticing my gaze, she rolled her eyes and waved her wand. A quick cleaning charm took care of the mess as she stood up and leaned against the now-clean table.
"So what happened? Don't misunderstand. I like that you are now in the castle, but I didn't picture you as someone who would do the thankless task of managing the school." I asked.
She thought about it for a moment before replying, "Well, Sirius has had Andromeda apply for the reagency of the Black seat. He's still playing chicken and not taking up the position himself, but they have a strong case and likely will win the claim."
She shrugged, not looking bothered, but her emotions clearly were not so calm. "With the death of the Flint heir, Dumbledore was forced to step down, and there was an opening. The Dark Faction noticed the vacancy in power right away and gathered the votes necessary to get someone in place. With Lucius being the head of a noble house, he couldn't really take on the job because of the conflict, and so did many others who wanted to, so he thought it would increase his influence with me being in charge."
'Yeah, she's definitely happy about getting one up over him...' I could feel the excitement vibrating in her as she walked forward. Her hips swayed, catching my attention as she hiked her dress up. The glistening pussy lips didn't need any help as she lined herself on top of me and, in a swift motion, dropped down. She was tight, as always, as she clamped down around me, though it seemed like she wasn't in any hurry as she just closed her eyes and hummed in contentment.
I gripped her waist and continued, "Well, I assume that now that you have an important position and the protection of the castle, you aren't exactly worried about Malfoy."
She grunted in discontent at my mention of her husband, her hands gripped onto my shoulders, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rose a couple of inches before she dropped down hard. A grunt of pleasure erupted in symphony between us as she moaned for a bit before she spoke, her voice containing an aggressiveness that I hadn't heard from her before.
"I need it bigger, something that would ruin me forever for him." There was a desire and need ebbing in her, along with a sense of defiance that I hadn't witnessed before. My eyes remained locked with hers. There was no hesitation in her request. I focused, and my dick started growing inside her, even then, her eyes never wavered.
"Ahhhh~" She moaned, but didn't motion for me to stop. Slowly, my cock collided against her uterus, the entrance locked tight by the muscles outside of human control. Still, she didn't say anything to stop, and slowly but surely, I could feel her second entrance to her very core give way.
"Fuck~ Yess~ Don't~ Stop~" She continued as her thighs started trembling, yet she continued to press herself down, her legs locked around the chair. With a silent pop, the pressure became too much, and the tip breached past her inner sanctum. Her back arched, and I had to brag about her waist to make sure she didn't topple over.
"Uhhhhhhhh~" Her silent scream turned into a deep moan as she collapsed onto me. My hands curled around her back, grabbing onto her as she twitched silently, her wet tunnel flush with her orgasm as its warm and moist embrace clenched me in its embrace. I stopped using my Metamorph powers and just held her close, after a few moments her twitching stopped and I could feel her start flexing.
Slowly, she leaned back, using the chair as support. Her eyes once again locked onto mine, a look of pure desire etched on her face as her legs let go of my waist and settled on the chair. She squatted, all the while keeping me inside of her at all times.
"Don't stop~" She managed to say before she lifted her ass up. Her face was just half an inch in front of me. Before I could even begin to take into account her request, with a powerful thrust she speared herself on me, there was a brief hint of resistance from her uterus before she slammed herself down. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, but her body moved.
"Ahh~"
*Slam*
"Mhmmm~"
*Plat*
"Fuuuc~"
*Splat*
"Fuck~"
*Splat*
"Fuck~"
*Splat*
"Fuck~"
*Splat*
"Fuck~"
My eyes remained locked on the obscene expression on her face as she screamed and skewered herself. With each slam, my dick expanded a little, increasing the resistance that her motions generated, yet she kept up the pace, with powerful slams, she continued to do what she said she would, she was ruining her pussy for anyone else.
Maybe it was the rough fucking, but I quickly reached my limits of endurance sooner than otherwise. It usually doesn't happen this quickly, but the absolute desire etched on her face as her eyes rolled back, coupled with the hard, heavy thrusts, did work its magic, with her breasts bouncing in my face.
I wanted to control the pace now, but held myself back. I probably would just be able to match her pace, and this control seemed rather important to her. I simply grabbed onto her hair. Her eyes opened slightly as she looked at me.
Likely noticing the expression on my face, she leaned forward hungrily, her lips latched onto mine as I closed my eyes. The burst of baby batter painted her walls not moments later as she slammed one last time.
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My hands were curled around her as her pussy lips flexed, clamping at the base of my cock. Her eyes were closed.
'Okay, that was hot.' I rubbed her smooth back as I settled back into the chair. I could get used to this.
'I could get used to this.'
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