Peverell Ascendant Chapter 10 (Patreon)

He had heard all about the infamous three sisters of House Black, being Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix. They were Sirius’ cousins after all, the three girls that had been the pride of his pureblood family while growing up.

Harry had seen their names on the family tapestry in Grimmauld Place, and of course noticed them in his study of the House Black’s family tree over the summer. The three Black sisters were talented and beautiful, each betrothed to a powerful pureblood family from a young age, furthering their House’s prestige and power through their notoriety.

Of course, it was a tale that mostly ended in tragedy for the overly proud pureblood family. One sister had fled, running off to the muggle world and abandoning her family name entirely. The next, and oldest, sister had sworn herself to the Dark Lord, her mind succumbing to madness in the process before she finally ended up in Azkaban. And the last sister had remained true, marrying the betrothed her family had set for her, and giving him an heir.

And now that last sister knelt before him with her hands wrapped around his cock.

Narcissa Black Malfoy was the picture of a mature beauty, curvy and elegant in a way that would make most women her age fume in jealousy. The wife of Lucius Malfoy was a pureblood queen if he ever saw one, the perfect trophy wife, blonde and beautiful like an angel.

It was a shame that Lucius had treated her so terribly, but also a boon when Harry realized it was what brought her crawling to him. This woman was desperate, having been present the past couple months as the Dark Lord returned and dominated her family so thoroughly. It was to the point her husband and son were now lost to her, enslaved to Tom Riddle’s will and forced to carry out his every wish.

But her eldest daughter, Kassandra, still remained sane and hadn’t completely fallen for the Pureblood propaganda like the others had. And it was the thought of saving her that brought Narcissa running to him, and Harry’s letter stating he was intent on bidding on her bride price only made the Malfoy Matriarch run all that faster.

He groaned softly as her soft hands explored his shaft, struggling to lift its weight as her wide eyes stared up at his manhood in disbelief. He was huge, something Nymphadora had told him many times, but Narcissa’s reaction further proved that fact.

“Am I bigger than your husband?”

Even with both hands, Narcissa didn’t come close to covering him all. To fully look up at his face, she literally had to lean to the side to see around his immense girth. He saw the hesitation in her expression, but also excitement, her mind warring between betraying her husband so thoroughly while balancing the scorn she felt for him.

A small amount of drool escaped her lips before she hid it, wetting her lips before she finally spoke. “He’s a baby compared to you.”

His cock twitched and grew an extra inch from her praise, almost fully erect at that point.

“Just think that your daughter will be taking this cock.” He told her. “Do you think she can handle it? If not, I can always fuck you instead.”

She paused, not just at his arrogant taunt, but at the idea of her daughter being unsuited for him. Pureblood women were bred to please their wizards - at least that’s what they were taught growing up - and the thought of Kassandra not being enough to pleasure him hurt Narcissa’s pride.

“You still have to win her hand at the auction...” She trailed off, somewhat uneasily.

“That’s if I don’t fuck her before then.” He smirked as Narcissa gave him a dry look. “How much will she go for?”

The blonde let out a worried breath. “The starting bid is ten thousand galleons. Although, with the families my husband has reached out to, the final bride price will likely reach into the high hundreds of thousands.”

He tried not to react, but internally winced at the estimation. While there was no clear exchange rate for wizarding currency, he knew that was the muggle equivalent of millions of pounds.

Lucius is one greedy bastard. Harry wasn’t a fool, and knew the man was auctioning his daughter equally for her supposed beauty and also as a way to sell his connection to the Dark Lord. Families that were neutral, or those on the continent that wanted to support Voldemort, could buy Kassandra as a bribe of sorts.

Obviously, there were also those old pureblood bastards that wanted a young and beautiful trophy wife too. They would have Narcissa’s daughter trapped in a strict marriage contract once the auction was over, forced to be their slave till death. Narcissa was the most worried about those men, who Lucius had supposedly approached already in his greed for their gold.

“You’re lucky I have the galleons to spare.” It might take a chunk out of the Potter fortune, but he had the coffers of House Black to look forward to. Of course, he could easily acquire more gold, either through his new contacts in the Greengrasses or even through Mrs. Zabini.

“Yes.” She agreed, her tongue extending up to lick the underside of his shaft. “I am also fortunate that you are a wizard possessing such power.”

He knew she was saying that just to boost his ego, but it still worked. “Just figuring that out?”

“There were signs.” The size of a wizard’s cock was typically proportional to their magical power, and his was an immense monument to his own. “But an experienced witch like me could tell the first time we met.”

He was about to respond, only for Narcissa to suddenly move and take the head of his shaft in her mouth. Her lips stretched wide, his cockhead filling her mouth as she inhaled his head and then the first few inches. While that happened, her hands moved, undoing her blouse to reveal the lacy black bra underneath that perfectly hugged her big tits.

Incredible. Her tits were a lot bigger than Dora’s, yet still smaller than Amelia’s, but still huge compared to most women. The sight only made his cock harder, all while her tongue swirled around his shaft, lapping up the specks of precum that escaped his tip.

She suddenly pulled away then. “As fun as this is, I didn’t come all this way to suck you off.”

“Oh?”

If Harry expected her to dress herself and leave, he would be wrong, as Narcissa instead stood and made a show of swinging her wide hips from side to side as she pulled off her skirt and panties all at once. Her fat ass was exposed, spherical and juicy as it bounced with the smallest of movements, each cheek having a mind of its own as they jiggled and collided against one another.

He watched it all with clear surprise written on his face, studying those long legs and childbearing hips that looked engineered for bearing children. Above that were those teardropped breasts, which the tips of her hair framed in while catching the room’s dim light.

She smirked at his awestruck reaction, which made sense as she was an older woman who got the reaction she wanted from a younger and powerful wizard. But it was what came next that truly surprised him, as she crawled onto the bed on all fours, before looking over her shoulder at him with that same smirk.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

The shelf of her ass lifted and then settled, and she shook it once, a deliberate heavy sway that sent the flesh rippling and bouncing before it found its shape again.

His body moved on autopilot, drawn like a moth to a flame, yet instead he was a wizard drawn to a mature witch’s dripping cunt. He knelt on the mattress behind her and dropped the length of himself across the shelf of her ass. The weight of it landed with a soft, meaty sound and stayed, its length resting along the cleft and up the small of her back, hot, thicker than his bicep, the head reaching past the dip of her waist.

Narcissa clearly felt it as her breath left her, head turning to stare directly as his pulsing head. “Fuck, no wonder you said my daughter might not be able to handle this.”

In reaction, precum left his head to form a small puddle on her backside. That was when his hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into a thick curve of flesh where hip became ass.

He pulled back, his manhood leaking precum all the way, before he finally lined up his immense head with her proportionally tiny entrance and pushed. Resistance and heat met him, but it was no match for his determination. He fed himself in inch by inch and watched her sizable cheeks spread around his girth, pushed wide to make an arousing sight.

She swore in response, words coming out broken. “Fuck! I-It feels even bigger inside me.”

But Harry didn’t answer, and instead kept going. He loomed over her, hands locked on her hips, and kept feeding his length until the root met her and his balls, heavy and full, pressed against the backs of her thighs. She was tight in a different way than he had been expecting, a channel that fought and then yielded by degrees, clenching in panicked pulses around a girth her body had not been ready to take. He felt the flutter of her around his head, and then the heat of her cunt rippling down his shaft in waves.

His hand moved then, lifting up and then coming down hard. The smack of his right hand against her ass was loud, producing a cracking sound that hurt his eardrums and made the glass windows rattle. He watched as the shelf of her ass bounced, waves of flesh rippling and ending at the top of her thighs.

Narcissa’s head shot straight up as she gasped, and he smirked at the sight of the red handprint that had now bloomed across her asscheek.

That was when he drew back far and slammed himself in, and the resulting clap of his hips against the shelf of her ass was deafening - a wet, heavy percussion that made the bedframe jostle and the window rattle again. Her ass rippled with every impact as he built up a rhythm, pounding into her while his grip on her hips remained tight.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

The flesh of her bum jumped, settled, and jiggled again when he rammed himself into her all over again. The sound of it was downright deafening, filling the room but somehow being drowned out by the screams and moans Narcissa made. He listened to her shatter as he pounded her, listened as her voice broke while she came around him, her body becoming his personal plaything.

“G-GODS! FUCK! SO BIG! YOU’RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO!” She shrieked. “J-JUST LIKE T-THAT! O-OH BY MORGANA!”

He groaned once, a low sound that originated from the chest rather than the throat. One hand left her hip and reached under her and to find one of her tits. The weight of it filled his palm and spilled past his fingers, the nipple hard against the center of his hand. He held it and used the grip to pull her back harder against him as he thrust.

In response, the older blonde came once again, her cunt doing the same sudden clenching rhythm as her walls seemed to worship every inch of him. While he felt that wet flutter on his length, her body was shaking, slumping slightly as she struggled to keep up with him, blonde hair sweaty and messily falling forward.

All the while he could feel his balls audibly churning, the heavy slosh of seed inside that would soon be pumped into her waiting cunt. He could feel their weight, and Narcissa could too, being the grapefruit-sized impact against her thighs with every thrust. The volume they produced was beyond anything a normal witch could handle, and that amount was about to traverse the length of his shaft to fill her to the brim.

“P-Please…” Her voice was strained, hoarse from screaming in pleasure. “Please give it to me…”

His teeth clamped hard when he finally came undone, a roar bubbling up in his throat that he suppressed, instead coming out as a growl. He slammed into her ass so hard that the impact stung, hands reaching to the front of her body to pull her against him as he pushed himself as deep as possible.

SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT

He could feel the impression of his length on her stomach, a tubular bulge that became bigger when the first wad of cum rocketed out of his cockhead. He came and came, showing no signs of stopping as his loads only became more immense.

Below, his balls drew up a fraction as they worked, uncaring if the amount they produced was too much. Harry could take dozens of witches at once if he wanted, but for now he settled for seeding this singular woman. That didn’t mean he went easy on her, his cum being expelled having nowhere to go inside her cunt as it began to expand her out like a balloon.

He made his bully’s Mother look pregnant, stuffed with his seed as she shook and gaped at his pure power. Soon that seed began to leak out from the gaps between his embedded shaft and her walls, falling onto the bed below in rivulets. And when he pulled out, it was like a hose of cum was unleashed, as Narcissa visibly deflated.

She fell to the bed in a heap of limbs, panting and sweaty as she tried to process what he just did to her. Cheeks flushed, her awed gaze was drawn to his face, and then down to his attractive muscular form, and finally down to his still-hard cock. Her eyes went wide as she realized he was still hard, and his intense gaze only told her that they were nowhere near done.

Harry gave her a moment to recover before he moved over, folding her legs and pushing his manhood into her cunt in a mating press. His hands came down to grip her large breasts as he pushed himself inside once again, and soon the sound of sex filled the room all over again.

For denizens of Knockturn Alley, the noise that originated from the Black Crow was nothing unusual. The sound of whores being fucked was a constant if one was to walk the streets in those parts, the late nights often being serenaded by the clapping of flesh and moans of paid women.

The only difference here was that Narcissa Malfoy wasn’t a lowly whore, yet that didn’t stop Harry from treating her like one. He fucked Draco’s Mother late into the night, before slipping out to visit some of the shadier shops until he headed back to Grimmauld Place right before the sun began to rise.

The first day of September had come after all, meaning Hogwarts was about to begin.

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It had been a rush for him to adequately prepare to leave for Hogwarts, and not in the traditional sense of purchasing the right books for each class. Harry had gone all out in his visits to Diagon and Knockturn Alley, purchasing a whole new wardrobe in the weeks before along with several magical items that caught his eye, including a wand holster.

One of those items he purchased was a magically expanded trunk, an item of immense expense that was slightly smaller than the traditional Hogwarts trunk, while containing exponentially more space. With it he could fit all of his wardrobe, school supplies, and a score of books from the Black Library that caught his interest.

Needless to say, he barely got any sleep the night before the year started, and not just because of his rendezvous with Narcissa. He had to discreetly shuffle into the Black family library under his invisibility cloak to load up what books he wanted in the early hours of the morning, finishing what he needed while the rest of the household eventually awoke and descended into chaos.

Morning came in a disorganized stampede of noise, as the Weasley Matriarch went mad in her haste to get everyone organized to board the train. For Harry’s part, he tiredly rubbed at his eyes while gulping down tea.

“Fred! George! I thought I told you NOT to pack your prank items!” Molly Weasley screeched from the floor above them.

“I will not miss that woman.” Harry muttered.

Sirius sat across from him at the kitchen table, looking equally irritated with the woman’s antics. “You’re the lucky one. I have to deal with her until they decide to go back to the Burrow.”

Hermione lightly slapped his shoulder then, sitting next to him. “Don’t talk bad about Mrs. Weasley, Harry.”

He almost argued back, before realizing he was too tired to. “She’s right about them not packing though.”

Despite knowing the start of the year was coming, none of the Weasleys had packed their trunks in advance. And so, in the desperate hours of the morning, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny were all hastily packing what they needed for Hogwarts while their Mother rampaged and ranted over them.

It’s like this every year for them. Every year he stayed with the Weasleys had been the exact same on the morning of September first, and this one had been no different.

“Anyways,” Harry set aside his tea, standing up. “I think I’ll head to the platform now.”

“Not yet.” Sirius said, making him pause. “Moody decided you needed a guard detail to get you safely to the platform, and Dumbledore agreed. They’ll be here shortly to escort you.”

He blinked in surprise, having just heard of this now. He realized that Moody and Tonks would probably be the ones to escort him, and maybe some other Order members.

It would be nice to see Dora before I leave. He couldn’t help but think, before the desire to get to the train platform on time argued back. For a moment he stood there, before coming to a decision as he decided to play one last ‘prank’.

“Nah, I think I’ll go to the platform alone.”

“Harry!” Hermione gasped at his audacity.

“Wait, Harry! Voldemort will know you are going to the Platform, and could have men waiting! The guards are to make sure nothing bad happens!” Sirius exclaimed.

I spent a decent chunk of the summer wandering around Knockturn Alley, I think I’ll be alright. Sure, he had been discreet about it, but there had been plenty of times to ambush him while he visited there or Diagon, and Voldemort hadn’t overplayed his hand then.

His lips twisted into a devious smirk, as he crossed the room to the floo and grabbed some floo powder.

“I’ll be fine, Sirius.” He grinned as his godfather was stumbling in his haste to get to him. “Just view this as one last prank! Now then, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters!”

“Damn it! You’re worse than James-” Sirius was in the midst of ranting when Harry disappeared.

In a flash of green, he was gone as the floo activated, and he soon stepped out on to the crowded platform where the Hogwarts Express waited for him. Grip tightening around his new expanded trunk, Harry Potter felt much more confident about the start to his year of Hogwarts this time around.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18