Gryphon's Pride - 6

Harry spent the rest of the weekend in shock. It wasn't until Monday that he realized he hadn't done any of his own assignments. Thankfully, it was the first week of the new year, so he did not miss much. Plus, his grades were already the top of the class. If anything, it gave Hermione a little bit of hope that she could knock him out of the spot.

Everything seemed to go back to normal by the end of the day. Pansy didn't acknowledge him any more than usual. She treated him the same as she had before their tryst in Fluffy's old room. Part of him felt a little jilted, but there was a much larger part that was happy that things were still normal. He didn't think he could handle a girlfriend on top of the extra training. The only real respite he had this year was that they had cancelled quidditch. Even then, Angelina planned for the team out in the air whenever they could get time on the field. She had booked the field for Friday after classes up aside from Hogsmeade weekends. They wouldn't let her sign up for any more time after the other schools were scheduled to arrive.

He made it to Wednesday evening without an issue. Narcissa had asked him to meet her in her new classroom. When he arrived, he found the gorgeous blonde with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in a robe that was form fitting around her torso, but loose around her legs. It wasn't quite a corset bodice, but it still did wonderful things to her breasts. Her usual look was flowing, regal robes with her hair down.

"Mister Potter." Narcissa arced an eyebrow as she caught him staring.

The 'professor' tone she used sent an unexpected thrill straight to his crotch.

"Professor Malfoy." He choked out.

"Oh, come now, Harry." Narcissa teased. "I get that enough from everyone else."

Harry let out a sigh of relief.

"Did Lily tell you what we would be working on?" Narcissa asked.

Harry shook his head.

"I was hurt that you didn't choose my class over Andi's." She pouted.

That caused a much stronger rush through his body. Andi and Cissa were two of the first women he had fantasized about. After his mother, but he tried not to think about that. It wasn't his fault that Lily Potter was a drop-dead gorgeous woman.

"Sorry, Cissa." Harry blushed. "I'm going to take your class after Christmas Break."

"Hm." She looked away from him, but the smile on the corner of her lips told him she wasn't truly upset. "For training we'll cover more of the Black Family Magic. Andi, while a Black by birth, cannot teach family magic to anyone not her direct offspring unless given permission by the Head of House. Sirius would be fine with that, but she's going to cover other things while I handle this."

Harry nodded in understanding. Family magic was a complicated thing.

"Does that mean you can teach Draco?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"No." Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Sirius used his title to prohibit me from teaching any Black Family magic to 'a spawn of Malfoy' as he put it."

Harry laughed.

"Glad you think it's funny." Narcissa sighed. "I still get headaches for that."

"Sorry." He said, both knew he didn't mean it.

Narcissa closed, locked, and sealed the door. The familiar sound sparked the memory of his time with Pansy to the front of his mind. He shook the thoughts from his head. The last thing he needed was more of a reason to get an erection around Narcissa.

"Now." She stepped into the center of her classroom. "Let's get started."

The Black Family Magic was focused heavily on combat and leaned toward the darker side of things. Most magic wasn't classified as dark or light, but a spell that was designed specifically to melt a person from the inside out didn't have any positive uses. It was also a lot more physical than he had expected. While the spells could be blocked by a shield, they hit hard enough to shatter one pretty fast. That and whoever had created them had taken defensive magic into account. That left dodging as the main option.

Narcissa started out teaching him on inanimate objects and creatures she conjured. She gave him an explanation of each spell before they moved on to the next. Then, she ran him ragged casting the spells at him. Granted, she would announce it beforehand, tell him how to identify it, and then question him on the best defense before actually casting it. After that, he would try it against her.

She waved him over to her office just when he thought they were done. He recognized the gold hourglass that she removed from a heavily charmed lockbox. It was a modified Time Turner. The artifact still only moved them back one hour per, but it worked on a single room rather than an individual. Granted, the room had to be under a certain size. It was also limited to six turns per use. Still, it was a much smoother process.

What really shocked him was how her office was arranged. A strange looking padded table took up the center of the room. Her desk and locked storage were pushed to the side to make space.

"Strip and lay face-first on the table." Narcissa ordered as she turned the hourglass over.

"What?" Harry said a little too loud.

"The body is an important part of magic." Narcissa explained. "We'll end each session with a massage to encourage the flow of magic through your body."

"Oh." Harry said. "And I have to be naked because?"

"The oils take forever to get out of clothing." Narcissa said it like it was obvious.

"Of course." Harry nodded. "Turn around?"

"Please." Narcissa teased. "I've seen you run naked through the house many times."

"I was five." Harry grumbled. "Will you ever let that go?"

"No." Narcissa stated. "I'll turn away. Strip down, wrap a towel around your waist, then get on the table."

Harry shrugged as he waited for her to turn around before he got undressed. He was glad it was face-down. That last thing he needed was for her to see how his dick was already half-hard. He felt the table shift slightly then a weight settled on the back of his thighs.

He tried to think of anything to keep his mind off of the fact that a gorgeous, sexy witch was currently straddling his body. Harry ran thought wand movements, spell theory, and dueling techniques. All of that was for naught as he felt warm oil pour onto his back. He was going to say something, but his words stuck in his throat.

Narcissa started to massage his back. She started around his shoulders and meticulously worked the oil into his muscles. Harry had no idea he had been sore. It felt amazing. Her hands moved in circular patters up and down his torso.

"You are a powerful wizard, Harry." Narcissa spoke softly as her hands worked magic on his muscles.

"Thank you." Harry mumbled.

"It's a statement, not a compliment." Narcissa tickled his ribs.

Harry wiggled and let out a little laugh.

"I can still say thank you." Harry teased right back.

"Don't interrupt." Narcissa swatted him on the bum.

Harry squeaked in shock.

"Your body is a container for your magic." Narcissa returned her ministrations to his back. "There is a reason Aurors have fitness training along with the magical. This isn't just a massage, it encourages the flow of energy through your body. It works out blockages as well as helping your muscles relax."

Narcissa leaned over and started to work down one of his arms. Harry went stiff as he felt her naked flesh against his. Her breasts pressed against his back. The stiff nubs of her nipples traced shapes as she moved up and down his arms.

"You are so tense." Narcissa sighed.

"Are you naked?" Harry whispered.

"Yes." Narcissa did a quick pass of his back to loosen the muscles once more. "I told you that the oil is frustrating to get out of clothing. You don't expect me to ruin one of my favorite robes, do you?"

She was practically stretched out completely against him. Her lips were just short of touching his ear.

"No." Harry shivered.

"Good." Narcissa sat up. "Now, turn over."

"What?" Harry said a little too loud.

"Turn over, I need to work on your chest." Narcissa said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Are you going to get up so I can turn over?" Harry dropped his voice down to a whisper.

"No." Narcissa laughed. "I'm covered in oil, and I'd rather not slip. I'll raise up a little to give you room."

Harry took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. Gathering up every ounce of courage, he turned over. Much to his horror, the towel bunched up on his hip as he rolled. He was now completely nude as Narcissa straddled his thighs. His cock was rock hard. It gave a heavy thump against her stomach. He would have been incredibly embarrassed if not for the fact that he was entranced. Narcissa was completely naked. To make it even harder to think, the trimmed patch of her blonde bush ticked the bottom of his shaft. Her breasts were full and had hardly any sag. Pert, pink nipples drew his eyes. They were hard, either from arousal or exposure to air. He didn't care either way.

"Mister Potter." Narcissa gasped in mock-horror. "I am a married woman. How dare you take such liberties with me."

"S-s-sorry." Harry didn't take his eyes off her breasts.

"This is highly inappropriate." Narcissa scooped closer so as to press her crotch against his shape. "I am old enough to be your mother."

His shaft twitched. There was no way she didn't feel that.

"Don't worry." Narcissa started to rock on his lap. "That will be our little secret."

She worked her wet slit along the bottom of his shaft. Narcissa leaned forward so more. Her new position allowed her to work her lower lips up and down his full length. She rested her hands on his chest and sped up.

"Poor, little me." She purred. "All alone with a powerful wizard. Whatever shall I do?"

"What…" Harry let out a groan. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You don't know." She clicked her tongue. "Powerful wizards need witches to settle their magic. Without release, you'll feel like a spring wound too tight. Your magic can become unstable."

Narcissa stopped talking. She concentrated on rocking on his lap. Harry couldn't hold back anymore. His hands went to her tits. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and was rewarded with the wonderful sound of her moan.

"That's it." Narcissa said under her breath. "That's a good boy."

Harry didn't know why, but that sent a thrill through his body. He didn't really care either. His hands left her breasts and shifted to her hips. He lifted her up as she reached the apex of her motion. They moaned in unison as the head of his cock popped inside of her heat.

"Mister Potter." Narcissa purred. "What do you think you are doing?"

Harry paused. In his current state he couldn't figure out if she was teasing him or actually asking. Narcissa took the initiative. She moved her hands from his chest to his shoulders. Her fingers squeezed as she sunk down lower on his shaft.

"Oh, Harry." Narcissa cooed. "Such a good boy. Such a big boy."

Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as she worked herself lower. She tortured him with her motions. Narcissa would take a little of him, then raise herself up, before she sank back down deeper. Her pace was steady and smooth.

"Now, Harry." Narcissa's voice shook. "This is a very important lesson."

Harry opened his eyes as he nodded. Narcissa started to bounce.

"A wizard of your power needs release once a week at the very minimum." She leaned back and pushed her chest out.

Harry took the hint and started to grope her breasts once more. His hands on her hips were wasted. She braced herself on his legs as she stretched herself back to give him a full view of her body. It also served to get him even deeper. His crown bumped into something inside of her.

"Right there." Narcissa increased her intensity. "Right there. Oh, fuck, right there."

Narcissa shook as an orgasm rocketed through her body. She let out a long, loud moan as she reached her peak. Harry clamped his hands on her hips. He lifted her up just enough to give himself some room. His hips snapped up, pushing himself deep into her, and fucking her through her orgasm. The clap-clap-clap of their bodies echoed in the office.

Vaguely, he was aware that the table was scooting across the floor with each thrust. The sound of wood dragging across stone joined in the symphony of their coupling and her moans.

"Don't stop." Narcissa wailed. "Don't you dare fucking stop."

Harry growled and put more power behind each thrust. He watched in hungry satisfaction as her breasts bounced rapidly before him. Harry braced his feet against the table as Narcissa slammed down to take his full length.

She let out a shocked cry as the new position rocked her forward. Her hands moved just in time to catch her fall. She gave Harry a drunken smile as he took control even from below her. He didn't hesitate to capture her full lips in a kiss. Narcissa stiffened for a brief moment before she kissed him back. She opened her lips to grant his tongue access.

They lost themselves in the kiss. His hips moved on pure instinct without a conscious effort. It wasn't until he felt a tightening in his balls that he broke the kiss. Harry hooked a hand under her arm, latching onto her shoulder while the other clamped down on her hip. He used both grips to pull her down tightly against him.

Harry let out a loud moan as the first rope of cum erupted inside of her. He rocked his hips with each shot, desperate to get as much of his cum inside of her as deep as he could. Narcissa's jaw dropped. Her body shook with each pulse. His hot cum filled her body with warmth. The magic packed inside his seed made every nerve in her body tingle with an intensity that made her teeth chatter.

"Oh, oh, Harry." Narcissa leaned forward and placed a quick series of light kisses against his lips. "That was so naughty. So, so naughty. Filling your professor with cum. Such potent, powerful seed."

She rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand absently rubbed her belly. The warmth felt wonderful. Harry's entire body relaxed.

"Are we ending each training session like this?" Harry asked hopefully.

"You are incorrigible." Narcissa teased, then kissed him again. "I did say a powerful wizard does need to find release at least once a week. If I must, I will take the responsibility to assist in the process."

"Very noble of you." Harry chuckled.

"We'll have to do something about this table though." Narcissa wiggled a little.

The table protested loudly.

"I don't think it could take much more of this." Narcissa sighed. "Shame. They just aren't the same if you repair them with magic. I'll have to commission a new one."

"I'll pay for it." Harry offered.

"You're a sweetheart." Narcissa squeezed the muscles in her pussy.

Harry let out a moan as she clasped his cock that was still inside of her. He didn't want that to change any time soon. Harry shimmied on the table, making sure she was fully rooted on his cock.

"My, my." Narcissa's voice came out breathy. "Mister Potter, if I didn't know any better I would say you're trying to breed me."

Harry blinked at the thought. He should have been freaked out. The thought of getting Narcissa pregnant hadn't even crossed his mind when he had filled her. In fact, he hadn't thought about it when he came inside of Pansy either. Instead of panic, he felt a rush of something else through his body. His cock twitched inside of her.

"Do you like that?" Narcissa started to run her fingers along his chest. "Do you like thinking of my belly swollen with your child?"

Harry growled. He locked eyes with her. Words escaped him.

"Save it for next time." Narcissa kissed him. She nipped his bottom lip as she pulled away. "I need some time to recover. Mind-numbing sex was not part of the plan tonight."

"Next time." Harry smiled at her. "I like the sound of that."