Bab 61: Chapter 61 - Lucky Hunting I
The human body, a cluster of flesh and blood that at times acts more magical than the magic itself. For Ron, such realization dawned as soon as he woke up the next day.
The bright morning light from the window was just the warmth needed to get the day started.
"Hah…" He let out a content breath and looked to his side. Although he didn't find Narcissa there, the evidence of some blonde hair on the pillow left no doubts that the night before wasn't a dream.
I can't believe she had that kind of hidden side to herself. Doing it under a body-binding curse? Ron thought fondly of the previous night, evident by the erection he had that morning for no apparent reason. Horny in the morning?
Through the rustling soft sheets and the creaking bed, he slid off and stretched his arms, butt naked and looking out of the window at the greenery. He really loved living in the Burrow. The openness and the homely air were far better than any mansion he had ever been to.
"Time to hunt!" He finished stretching and put on some fresh clothes. "Ugh… I'll have to cook for myself."
He walked downstairs in a T-shirt and sweatpants, one floor at a time. Although the entire house had been renovated, he had purposefully let the stairs remain creaking. Sometimes it was helpful to know if someone was moving through the floors.
Sniff!
A strong, delicious scent hit him all of a sudden. Eggs?
His feet moved faster and he soon arrived at the ground floor. Right from there, across the sitting area, he could see into the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't an illusion. Narcissa Malfoy was cooking something, her back turned against him. She had done the same the previous night but that was with Daphne, and he reckoned she did it to cook for herself.
But right now, he could see three plates on the kitchen counter, being prepared slowly. The woman was cooking for all of them.
Is this a dream?
He felt attracted for no apparent reason. She no longer wore her usual, overly dressed attire. Instead, this time it was a simple, white, short-sleeved blouse, and a floral skirt that went to her knees. The apron was tied around her back, and her hair was tied in a messy bun. It was like watching a goddess at work.
"Morning." He walked into the kitchen and started making lemonade for himself. Though his eyes constantly checked her out, her curves were just… perfect.
I'll never understand what's wrong with Lucius Malfoy.
Narcissa looked at him, smiling. "Good morning, Mr. Weasley. I hope the sleep was comfortable."
"More than comfortable, Mrs. Malfoy," Ron replied, admiring her looks when she wore no makeup. Her lips were silken smooth, and they appeared naturally ripe and pale pink. Ignoring a few rare, faint age lines at the corner of her eyes, she looked ethereal. And that smile, like a rare treasure.
"Making breakfast?"
Ron walked behind her, leaning slightly to her right to look over her shoulder at the stove. But in doing so, his still, very much awake erection pressed against the right side of her plump, curving bottom and sank into the feathery flesh.
"Eggs and bacon?" He said, looking over her shoulder. "I didn't know you could cook."
Ron's hands slid over her waist, then downward, tracing the sides of her hips. As he did so, he lowered his face down on her shoulder, eyes noticing her pale, cleavage peeking out from her wide neckline.
Narcissa felt everything and puffed loudly. "Advantages of evading the tedious family dinners at Grimmauld Place."
"So you were a troublemaker?" Ron asked, stepping completely behind her and draping his arms around her slender waist. His breath came out rough the moment he felt his erection nestling between her rear.
"Heh." Narcissa's laugh was soft, almost dismissive, as she deftly flipped the contents of the pan with a spatula. "To Walburga, everyone was a troublemaker, whether one liked it or not."
Ron suddenly cupped her breasts from below and rested his lips on her pale nape. He gently fondled her twin peaks, all the while grounding himself between the tofu-like softness of her ass. The gentleness of her curves was too inviting, he couldn't help reaching back to untie the apron she was wearing.
Without letting his eager erection move away, he took the apron off. He noticed how she easily allowed him to, leaning forward while pretending to busy herself with cooking.
Dropping the apron to the side, his fingers danced on her hips, pulling up her floral skit bit by bit, tickling her in the process. Her ass wiggled in playful tease, giving Ron a bit more excitement.
Diving under the bunched-up skirt, his hands finally made their way to her front again. He slid one hand into her panties and brushed a finger between her pale pink petals that he had savored the last night.
To his amusement, she was already fully aroused, damp, and ready. All he had to do was part her soft lower lips to coat his finger with her slippery essence.
The more he dipped the tip of his finger in, the more her ass pushed back against his hard staff. Ron could feel the muscles of her ass contract, massaging him ever so gently.
"Were you ever punished?" He asked in whispers to her ear.
Right then, he started sliding his middle finger in. Bit by bit, going deeper and deeper as his palm slid down her pelvis, smoothly breaking that last barrier of constraint. He could feel more of her sticky fluids coming out, tangling around his finger.
A vocal gulp escaped Narcissa's lips.
Finished cooking, she turned off the stove and leaned forward a little to hold the kitchen counter for support. His breath on her skin had already made her soaking wet, and now his finger threatened her knees. "I-Ah!"
Ron shoved his finger in a little more fervently, a strong thrust into her soaking walls. So smooth and soft, tight around his digit, each pulse of her body sucking on his middle finger in hunger. He pushed forward on her rear, leaning in a little more on her back, and rubbed his erection all over her ample ass. He loved the way she pushed back, as if she gave in, giving him what he wanted.
His finger started to move faster, slipping and sliding, wiggling and curving, bumping against her sweet spot. His other hand reached up to her face, gently holding her chin to look his way.
Ron gave her a sweet kiss. Her blushing, charming face was simply too irresistible.
"I…" Narcissa still tried to speak as they broke off for air."Walburga-ah… tortured us but… Not like this."
Ron chuckled as he let go of her chin. He added another finger into her tight slit, playfully fluttered her petals, and circled her clit with his fully soaked cold fingers, teasing her until her body trembled, and finally shoved them in again.
Narcissa trembled, feeling the slick digits graze her sensitive spots. Every movement was thrilling, teasing her need for more.
His other hand finally reached into the modest, wide neckline of her dress and massaged her breasts over her bra. The marshmallow-like softness was a delight to his senses.
Narcissa looked at him on her side, her expression a mix of erotic craving, eagerness, and flushed embarrassment. Ron also looked at her, his height a great help. Eyes locked, he inched closer to her lips.
"Is this… torture?" He asked, the heat of his breath brushing against her cheek.
"N-No… This-umph! Oh, this is… the opposite."
At last, Ron planted another kiss on her hot lips. This time a little longer, their tongues intertwined, their drool mixed in with the heated struggle of their thirst.
Yet again, he was amazed by the perfection of this woman. Her age and her beauty made no sense, her charm too much to refuse. Every inch of her body felt worth paying great attention to. He wanted to explore every bit of her, taking his time in the most titillating places she had.
How could something so fine create muck like Draco? It had to be the seed… It had to be.
But at that thought, Ron remembered something from last night and it made his loins heat up even more. I can do it and not worry about the consequences with her. So… perfect.
Narcissa suddenly leaned down some more, one slender hand reached between her own legs and stroked Ron's virile masculinity from above his sweatpants. Her palm glided up and down his sensitive skin as she pulled his throbbing erection out from the ban of his sweats with ease, keeping it up and ready for a quick one.
"Aaaah… I'm reeeh… ready."
Ron got the message, it was time to take care of that morning erection. He allows her to guide his swollen, purple cockhead to her dripping core, her panties already lowered enough to her thighs.
Creak!
"Fuck!" Ron cursed all of a sudden and pulled out of her ripe walls quickly. He moved away from Narcissa and reached for the jar he was making lemonade in, tucking in his little buddy as quickly as possible.
Right then, Daphne walked into the kitchen from behind, her hair a mess and clothes questionably revealing—a lone, white shirt. Ron's school shirt in all likelihood.
"Morning, Ron. Oh, lemonade?" She walked up to Ron and gripped his right hand that was resting on the counter. "Did you add sugar—umm…"
Bloody hell! That finger was inside…
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