Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Never have. Never will.
Notes: In this story, Narcissa Malfoy is middle-aged (anywhere between 45 to 55) and Blaise Zabini is twenty-seven. I am unaware if these ages are accurate (meaning that I don't know if these characters would be these ages at the same time), but I hope it is close enough for your satisfaction.
This oneshot was written by request for moonserenity089. I absolutely loved this idea and immensely enjoyed creating a story from it.
a Harry Potter fan fiction
The night was young, but the air was stiff as Narcissa Malfoy settled down on a couch in the lounge room of Malfoy Manor. Smoothing out the creases in her crimson nightie, she curled up and opened the latest erotic novel her friend had suggested to her. A glass of wine sat on the coffee table before her, waiting to be indulged in.
For the last nine years, the house had been considerably calmer. Calmer, quieter—but undeniably happier at whole. It was nine years ago that her husband, Lucius Malfoy, had been sentenced to life in Azkaban for fraternization with Lord Voldemort. Watching him leave had been surprisingly easy for her. It was last year that Narcissa decided to stop visiting him for a while. The love they once shared was now expunged to the point where it could not be revived, especially with him being locked away for the remainder of his miserable life.
Since then, Narcissa had been able to redeem herself. The relationship she shared with her son Draco was closer than ever, so close that she had convinced him to continue living in the manor with her, as she was eager to keep all the family she had left close. Her life was finally settling—as well as the once savage image represented by the Malfoy name.
However, even the most satisfying of situations had its holes.
With her husband gone (but a ring still on her finger), Narcissa had been deprived of a man's touch for the past nine years. Her aging body was desperate for the physical intimacy she once received on a daily basis, and the increasing time she spent pleasuring herself reflected on it. There was always an empty side of her bed—a side that had grew cold and crisp with time.
Nine years without sex. Narcissa closed her book at the unpleasant epiphany. She frowned and scratched her head of blonde and brunette locks in displeasure. Had it really been that long?
The sound of the Floo System being activated interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and was not surprised to see Blaise Zabini stepping through the fireplace is a flash of green flames.
Blaise was a frequent visitor at the Malfoy Manor. After the war, his friendship with Draco grew significantly closer, to the point where he was considered a family member. Also, over the years, Blaise had become quite friendly with Narcissa as well. It was just last year that Blaise invited Draco and his mother to vacation with him at his hometown in Italy. After Draco politely declined, stating that he had work to catch up on, Blaise insisted that he still take Narcissa. The time alone had created an independent friendship between Blaise and Narcissa: a connection that was possibly closer than that of Blaise and Draco.
The tall man flashed Narcissa a pearly white smile before approaching her for a hug. After setting her book down, she stood up to hug him.
"NarNar," Blaise said, embracing her. "It's been too long." Narcissa winced slightly at the sickeningly cute nickname he had given her, but squeezed him tightly all the same. It had been at least a month since they had last been alone with each other, but the warmth and scent of his body was still pleasantly familiar.
The hug itself lasted longer than it should have, but the two couldn't deny how comfortable it was in each others arms. It was something that held an eternal promise of friendship. . .and, for both parties, a suppressed sexual attraction.
"Blaise," she breathed against his ear, "how are you?"
"Fine," he replied, breaking the hug so he could admire her eyes. "Better now that I'm here."
Narcissa grinned at the compliment. "I'm sure you're wondering where Draco is. Unfortunately he's out on a date with Astoria, but you could come back later when he's home. . ."
"I'm not here to see Draco," Blaise said as she trailed off. Though he was trying not to look like a pig, he couldn't help but notice how deliciously plump her breasts looked in her nightie.
"Do you have company upstairs? I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
A shrill laugh escaped Narcissa's lips. "Me? I haven't had company in nine years!"
"Then what's with the outfit?" Blaise was suddenly elated that there was no other man in the picture—no one to disturb his plans for tonight.
"My husband always insisted on buying me what he referred to as 'appealing nightwear'. This is arguably the most conservative thing I have to wear sleep-wise."
"I see." Blaise raised his eyebrows, a grin teasing his features. "Well he was certainly a lucky man that he could see you like this often."
Narcissa playfully rolled her eyes. "How charming."
Her curiosity peaked. "So, if you're not here to see Draco, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
He smirked, already feeling his flirtatious comments affect her. "I came to see you."
Hours later, Narcissa and Blaise found themselves sprawled along the couch before the fireplace, very close together. The evidence of their actions was on the table: two empty glasses, and an empty wine bottle.
The room was getting steamy, especially with Blaise's physical flirting. He nonchalantly ran his hands along Narcissa's exposed legs, as well as appreciating the view her nightie offered: her very busty cleavage.
While Narcissa loved his playfulness, she was trying to ignore the resulting arousal forming in her nether regions. The darkening in Blaise's eyes—from lust, no doubt—was hard to ignore. But this was her son's best friend, and a man significantly younger than herself; therefore, it was wrong to have any sexual thoughts about him.
Blaise, however, was thinking quite the opposite. He had always been curious about older women, and had been attracted to Draco's mother for a long time, starting when he first met her as a teenager. Though he could tell his touch was arousing her, he knew that he would have to make the first move.
With one hand on the couch and the other on her meaty thigh, Blaise leaned forward and gently brushed a kiss over her lips. He paused, his face still close to hers, waiting for her reaction.
Narcissa was burning. His lips and sent on a whole new wave of arousal, in which her lips burned for more, and her womanhood was weeping for him. In spite of her desires, there was still a small part of her that was nagging to remain loyal to her husband.
To Blaise's surprise, Narcissa shook her head, a timid "No" escaping her lips.
"What?" he asked, his heart falling.
"No," she repeated. "We can't—I can't."
"Can't do what?"
"I can't be with you like that. I'm still a married woman."
"But you want it as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes."
"It's still wrong. And what if someone found out? The Malfoy name has already been butchered enough. And if Lucius were to find out . . . it would kill him. I'm the only person that's been keeping him sane these past nine years, since Draco barely speaks to him. Imagine if he found out that I was—"
Blaise regained his confidence and cut her off. "Narcissa," he began. The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine. "It's been nine years since you have experienced the pleasure a man can bring. It's not right for a woman as beautiful as you to be deprived of such a thing. Why not give in to the lust that is written all over your face. . .and other areas. . ." he finished, his voice persuasive and husky. To prove his point, he ran his hands over her covered breasts, where a pair of hardened nipples were showing through the fabric of the nightie.
"Aren't you forgetting something else?" she asked. "That, you too, are a taken person?"
"What are you talking about?"
She laughed humorlessly. "Your girlfriend Olivia. The one that you're supposed to be getting married to soon?"
Blaise laughed in return. "Olivia and I broke up several months ago. I wasn't ready for the commitment she desired, simply because I wasn't in love with her. My thoughts were often filled with another woman . . ."
"Oh," Narcissa said, her face falling. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I didn't want any sympathy. I certainly don't feel sorry about the breakup, why should anyone else?"
"You said you couldn't stop thinking about another woman," she mused, her voice growing soft. "Who?"
His eyes boring into hers, he said: "I think you know."
This time, it was Narcissa who closed the small gap between them. She kissed him fiercely, her intentions obvious: she was going to fuck him until her matured body was drained of energy, and even after that. Blaise soon took control by pushing her back on the couch. He was now hovering over her, their lips still attached in heated frenzy, and each of them tearing clothes from the others body.
His eyes widened when Narcissa's nakedness was finally in his vision. He had never seen a more enchanting figure. His eyes scanned her, absorbing every curve and dimple. Her ample breasts spilled from his hands when he cupped them, his thumb teasing her rosy, erected nipples. His hard manhood, finally freed from the restraints of his pants, teased her pussy, which was already gushing with arousal juices.
As Narcissa explored his well-defined chest, Blaise continued to admire her: everything from her pale, flat stomach, the dimples in her hips, her meaty thighs which were just begging to be grabbed and slapped, and finally her shaven womanhood. The lips were puffy with desire.
"Let me see that beautiful pussy," he requested, and Narcissa eagerly spread her legs. He kissed down her stomach before he lowered his head to her entrance and inhaled deeply: her scent was a musky floral. Then, he latched his lips to her and began feasting. Narcissa groaned loudly at the sudden contact, arching her back into his deft tongue. He skillfully swirled his tongue into every crevice of her womanhood, paying special attention to her swollen, throbbing clitoris.
She tasted even better than she smelled. The juices the flowed into his mouth and glistened on his tongue were better than any dessert he had ever tasted—he couldn't get enough. It was when he bit down on her sensitive nub that she came into his mouth with a cry of pleasure. She blindly reached out to grab his cock, stroking it to the rhythm of her spasms.
Blaise studied her expression with a smirk, whilst also slurping excess pussy juices from the corners of his mouth. It only stroked his ego to know that he could pleasure a mature female, in addition to the younger bimbos he used to associate with.
Just to torture her, Blaise decided to give Narcissa no time to recover from her orgasm, but instead slid his cock into her still spasming womanhood. The second he entered her, the little control the couple had left was lost. Narcissa wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper into her dripping pussy.
The wrongness of the situation only made it that much more hot. Blaise buried his face into her breasts, sucking and biting on the flesh roughly. Narcissa's hands roamed his ripped back, stopping to spank his bum occasionally.
"Gonna spank me, are you?" Blaise said with a smirk.
He withdrew his cock from her pussy, much to Narcissa's displeasure. She moaned in protest and clawed at his back. Blaise rubbed the head against her clitoris teasingly.
"Do you want it?"
"Slip it back in!" Narcissa cried desperately.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it."
"What do you want?" This time he actually allowed his head to pass into her, but not his full length. She shuddered.
"I want your cock fucking my pussy!"
"Music to my ears." Finally, Blaise slipped his member back into her and resumed his erratic thrusting. The sounds of their combined moans and grunts filled the room with noise, in addition to the sound of his balls slapping against her flesh. It echoed off the walls.
Blaise continued his hard thrusting into her for another several minutes (though it seemed like several hours to the lovers) until, finally, Narcissa arched against him once more as her womanhood exploded in a series of intense spasms, her clitoris throbbing. Blaise moaned as he felt her cum coat his cock. She contracted around him so hard that it sent himself over the edge. He pulled out quickly and stroked himself once before exploding onto the couch cushions, his milky white seed staining the material.
Catching his breath, Blaise wrapped his arms around Narcissa and pulled her into an intimate embrace. The couple stayed like this for awhile, listening to each others fast heartbeats and heavy breathing. He rested his head in the valley of her large breasts, and she caressed his face lovingly.
Narcissa was the one to finally break the silence. "Bedroom?"
The lovers jumped up and ran, hand in hand, to Narcissa's bedroom, eager to continue their lovemaking. Finally, that empty side of her bed would be occupied.
Round two couldn't get there fast enough.