Man of the House Part 5

Reminder: no chapter tomorrow because I won’t have time to write. I’ll be back to posting on Friday.

Draca jolted upright. She looked around hurriedly. She was on the floor, sore all over and completely naked.

“What happened?” she exclaimed.

“What do you think?” said a tired voice to the side of her. “He completely exhausted us.”

She looked over and found her mother laying on her back, her eyes shut. Narcissa’s legs were splayed, and she seemed just as tuckered as Draca felt.

Draca blushed, looking away, but Narcissa didn’t show any embarrassment as she sat up.

“He got us,” Narcissa said. “Harry fucked us both until we couldn’t go anymore. I passed out, then you passed out, then I passed out. But he was perfectly fine.” She frowned. “He’s gone to cook breakfast now. I can hear him.”

Draca frowned. Although part of her was embarrassed to be talking about this so openly with her own mother, she couldn’t deny that she was beginning to feel irritated about it all.

Not her submission to Harry. That part she had already completely accepted. No, what got to her was that after giving it her all, Harry had outlasted her so completely and utterly. It stung her pride. More, strangely, than the embarrassing positions she’d placed herself in during their coetus.

Hands landed on her shoulders. Narcissa massaged Draco's tense muscles.

“It bothers you too,” Narcissa said. “I can see it. You want to truly tire him out, just the way he did to you.”

“...Maybe,” Draca admitted. “But come one, Mother, it’s not like you to talk about idle fantasies—”

“I have a plan,” said Narcissa.

“You do?” Draca asked. “What possible strategy could even the odds?”

Narcissa stroked Draca’s shoulders. “I don’t doubt my skills at all. They’ve been honed over decades, and if I’m being vain, I was always the best in bed among my sisters and the other pureblood heiresses.”

Draca wrinkled her nose.

“The problem is that I’ve become old. I can still perform my tricks, and my body is quite lovely if I don’t say so myself. However, as I reach middle age, my stamina has depleted. I just cannot keep going for as long as I once could, and I cannot withstand as much as I ought to be able to.”

“What is your point, mother?” Draca asked.

“That we could make a fearsome team,” she said. “You’re young in the ways I’m not. You’re my daughter, almost the spitting image of me in my youth. Next time, instead of letting him take us one at a time, we’ll work together. Then, we’ll get to see him sweat.

Slowly, Draca smiled.

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“You two are up to something,” Harry said.

The three of them were eating lunch. It was actually the first time that they all ate together, because before this Draca had still been resisting her urges and avoiding him. Both Draca and Narcissa were eating larger portions than they usually would have, wolfing food down as fast as possible as they tried to rebuild their stamina.

“I have no idea what you could be referring to,” Narcissa said.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “It’s been hours, and neither of you have jumped on me once today.”

“We’re tired,” Draca said. “And whose fault do you think that is you stamina crazy mon—” Harry gave her a sharp look and she folded, correcting herself to say: “...man.”

“Hmm,” Harry said, crossing his arms. “I guess it’s possible.”

The situation went on, however. Narcissa and Draca never approached him for more sex. Eventually, it got to the point where he went to bed by himself (actually in the guest room he’d been given, for once) and turned out the lights. He thought that was it. Just as he was about to drift off, the door opened.

“Now?” he asked blearily. “Which one of you is it?”

They didn’t answer, but he quickly discovered that the answer was BOTH.

Narcissa wore a see through white nightdress that had no underwear underneath it. Draca was wearing the exact same thing, except hers were green and she had thigh high socks on. They approached Harry where he lay on the bed, sauntering and swaying their hips. When they got to the footboard, Draca went to the left while Narcissa went to the right.

Harry thought they might team up on him. Instead, when they crawled onto the bed, Draca dropped down in front of his crotch, pulling back the blankets over his body. Narcissa stopped behind her, apparently just watching.

When Draca got the blankets down to his ankles, it became clear that Harry was wearing nothing.

“You sleep naked?” Draca asked. Her voice sounded odd. It was as if she was making an effort to make it husky; like she’d been coached to speak a certain way. But Harry liked it.

“Not usually,” he said. “I just had a feeling that someone was going to be sneaking in to join me. And look what happened.”

Draca didn’t talk anymore. She leaned forward and put her lips around him. Her hands wrapped around Harry’s balls, briefly making his eyes widen. Her eyes looked angry the way they pretty much always did when they looked at him, even now. Her touch, however, was light and delicate. It was a really hot combination.

Draca slid down his large dick. There wasn’t any gagging this time. Harry was reminded again that despite her personality, Draca was awfully talented. After deepthroating him before with nothing but pure willpower, she’d already adjusted and figured out how to do it easily.

Her head moved all the way down until she was kissing his crotch. Behind her, Narcissa nodded her approval.

At this point, things started to get a little bit weird. Draca had some experience… but the things she began doing were nothing like she was the night before. Draca’s tongue spelled shapes ON Harry’s dick. They picked out areas that felt the best and moved in EXACTLY the right way. This wasn’t the kind of stuff you could read about in a sex tips book. Instead, it was like she had access to a library of really experienced advice.

Harry’s eyes fell on Narcissa. She was watching her daughter with clear pride. Suddenly, it all clicked into place. So THAT was what this was. He had wondered if they would ever team up properly.

He’d let them have their fun. And in the end, he’d still come out on top.

Draca suctioned her lips and hollowed her cheeks, tightening the grip her mouth had on Harry’s penis. Her saliva swished against him in a fantastic way, while her hands simultaneously rubbed his nutsack in a fantastic way. He couldn’t help but moan.

Draca was starting to look far too smug, however. She could feel his body reacting to her and it was giving her a big head. Harry couldn’t be having that. He decided to throw a wrench in her plans.

Instead of holding back at all, he allowed himself to cum as soon as he felt the urge. It just happened to coincide with when Draca had gone lower again and taken him into her throat. The sudden profusion of cum added to her system went everywhere. Much of it went down her throat, but some even came back out of her nostrils, dripping down her face. Draca teared up, the confidence she’d shown thus far temporarily disappearing.

Harry smirked, confident that he’d taken control back in their relationship, only for Narcissa to reach out and rub Draca’s shoulders. This calming touch was enough for Draca to keep her composure. She pulled her head off of Harry, doing an admirable job looking dignified for someone who just had cum drip out of her nose.

“How long was that, a few minutes?” she teased. “Feel something you like?”

“Yes. Your slutty little throat,” Harry said.

Draca blinked. She sensed he was about to undress her, so she did so first, sliding down her nightdress in a sensual manner. She hurled it away when she was done. Harry had been able to see pretty much all of her already, but there was something extra alluring about having nothing between him and her body now.

Draca straddled his lap. She pushed her pert breasts into his face, all but forcing Harry to bite them. This was one part he played along with, sinking in his teeth and sucking on them one at a time. Draca moaned, enjoying the sensations, before dropping down onto his dick.

She rolled her hips, riding him, and at first Harry wasn’t worried. He wiggled his tongue on one of her nipples, eliciting a groan on Draca’s part. She was decent, but with the help of his mouth, he’d have her a cumming wreck before she made him orgasm a single time.

That confidence started to disappear when he felt Draca getting better as the seconds ticked by. He pulled his mouth away from her breasts to see what was happening, and discovered that Narcissa was intervening again. She’d grabbed her daughter’s hips, tweaking her technique with subtle tactile cues, turning Draca from competent into a master.

Still, Harry had felt these kinds of techniques before. Narcissa used them on him herself, arguably with even greater skill. He lasted through them just fine then. He and Draca remained locked together for the next thirty minutes, Harry growing progressively more worked up as time passed. Finally, he realized something that he overlooked.

Narcissa had gotten tired and grown sloppy. Draca, however, had a fit body, and she was only getting better as the minutes ticked by, keeping her movements sharp and listening to her mother’s coaching. Harry had to change something.

He flipped her over without warning. Narcissa, who’d been kneeling behind Draca, fell back onto her butt and spread her legs. Harry turned Draca so that her back was to him and pinned her on the bed with his mass on top. It was an accident, but her head ended up almost in her mother’s crotch.

Although the new position allowed Harry to thrust as he pleased into her, he still caught Narcissa smirking at him. She knew exactly why he changed positions. Shaking his head ruefully, Harry prepared for his counterattack.

They clearly wanted to tire him out like he did to them, and they’d prepared admirably. But they were missing something. His stamina wasn’t about how long he could go without cumming. It was much more about how many times he could cum in a row.

Harry fucked Draca from above hard and fast, and at first everything seemed normal. They went at it for about twelve minutes, Narcissa whispering hushed encouragements to her daughter. Then Harry came right there in Draca’s pussy, making her scream. That should’ve been the end of it, but Harry kept fucking.

Ten minutes became fifteen, which became twenty. Harry wasn’t stopping, and that was starting to sink in for Draca. As he orgasmed a second time, filling every last nook and cranny of her pussy with his seed, she suddenly wailed.

“MOMMMMY!” she said.

“Hush, darling,” Narcissa said, starting to look nervous as she stroked Draca’s cheek. “You can handle this, I’m right here. Mommy’s right here.”

“No!” Draca said. “He’s making ME a mommy!”

She could feel it in her pussy. She wasn’t on the potion right now, and Harry was savagely doing his best to impregnate her. It was working. She could feel his cum coursing through her loins as it searched for any eggs to latch onto. The thought was too much for her: Harry Potter pumping his child into her. With a dreadful screech, she passed out from the thought.

Harry smirked. It wasn’t quite the exhaustion born unconsciousness he’d put them into the night before, but the effect was basically the same. Even after they had somewhat made up, he was discovering that his competitive streak with Draca was alive and well. He couldn't stand losing to her in any way. Because she wanted to make him pass out instead of her, he just knew he had to turn the tables on her… like he just did.

Narcissa looked shaken. It was probably a combination of seeing her daughter’s fate and hearing the certainty with which she spoke about getting knocked up. Narcissa swallowed. Her eyes fell on Harry’s glistening knob, which had just been dragged out of her daughter’s pussy. Narcissa Malfoy wasn’t fond of losing either. She knew what she had to do.

Narcissa leapt onto Harry without even removing her nightdress. Because there were no panties underneath, Harry was able to spear up into her quim from below, the hem of her nightdress fluttering as she began riding him. He rose onto his knees, then stood all the way upright on the bed, gripping Narcissa’s bum through the fabric. He dragged her along his length, slamming her crotch against his and feeling her pussy stretch. Narcissa howled. She bit his neck, sucking on his skin with all the tricks she had to try and push him over the edge, but it was her who started cumming first.

Harry felt a succession of orgasms sweep through her middle aged pussy. Narcissa was still so tight, but after a week with him he was slowly loosening her. Not that the sex ever felt any worse. At the same time, she was reshaping to accommodate him, her insides getting used to his monster dick and his only.

Droplets began raining down from Narcissa’s crotch. Remnants of all her old orgasms. Because of the position, however, they all came down directly on her daughter’s unconscious body. After ten minutes of making Narcissa moan, Harry came too. Then, bits of his cum joined the other drops falling on Draca.

“Noooo,” Narcissa moaned. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this!”

Despite how distressed her words sounded, her tone suggested that she wasn’t complaining at all.

Harry tightened his grip, showing Narcissa’s flexibility off for a woman of her age. Caught in his grip, Narcissa could do nothing but continue moaning and cumming as Harry fucked her until he had his fill. Only fifty minutes and five orgasms later did Harry finally set her down, laying her on TOP of her daughter. Draca had woken up again as they fucked, but continued laying there, listening to them and feeling the byproduct accumulating on her back.

As Harry looked down at the pile, breathing hard but nowhere near passing out like they hoped, he eyed the cum that was visible pouring out of Narcissa. There was at least as much as what he’d left in Draca.

“Hey, Narcissa,” he said, “are YOU on the potion today.”

Draca’s mother groaned something that didn't sound very much like a yes.

Harry frowned for a moment, then shrugged and smiled. Two for the price of one wasn’t a bad deal.

“I guess if the damage is already done, we can continue,” he said.

He dropped down, sliding Narcissa so that she was on top of Draca with their pussy’s lined up. Then, he started fucking them one after another, switching whenever he felt like it until he had his fill. In a way, they got their wish. It was so fun that by the time Harry realized he ought to be calling it quits, he’d already pushed himself too far. He collapsed on Narcissa’s back, topping the pile, and passed out right there for the night with the two equally tired girls.