Harry's concubines (Chapter 3)

16 March, 2006,

Azkaban Prison,

06:12 P.M.

Draco Malfoy the former Prince of Slytherin was lying on the cot in his cell as he tried valiantly to ignore the pain flaring in his body. But it was all but impossible. Azkaban the wizard prison was much more horrible than one could have ever imagined. It was not just the misery and terror that the Dementors projected in their vicinity that made Azkaban unbearable but the cold sea breeze as well as the pathetic gruel provided to the prisoners as the meal. And if all that was not horrible enough, some vindictive guards would curse the inmates whenever the mood struck.

It had been six months since the biggest supporters of Lord Voldemort had been apprehended and put on trial. Many of the ones who had been prisoners after the first war had demanded the veil as their sentence to escape the slow torture. But a few weaklings including him had foolishly chosen Azkaban. And now due to that bastard Potter, Draco was going to be tortured in this hell on earth until he either went insane or died from some sickness. Every waking moment his thoughts ran along the line of, 'How could I have been such an idiot?' or 'Merlin, I wish I had let Bellatrix kill that bastard'.

As Draco clutched his ratty blanket closer to ward off the chill, the door to his cell opened. Three people, two of which were Aurors, and the other one the warden stepped inside. Draco slowly pushed himself in a sitting position on the bed. His filthy blonde head raised slightly to look at the new arrivals.

Draco instinctively covered his head with his hands and made himself a smaller target as the female Auror pointed her wand towards him. Surprisingly, there was no pain as the spell didn't struck him. Instead, the iron shackles, painfully constraining his hands and legs for months clicked open.

"Prisoner 125B stand up and place your hands behind your head." The other Auror, the male ordered as he came closer to Draco's cot.

Draco struggled to stand up but his legs wobbled drunkenly as the atrophied muscles from months of inaction couldn't carry his weight and he staggered. Thankfully the Auror was one of the good ones and he steadied him before he could drop and hit his mug on the hard floor.

"What's going on? Where are you taking me?" Draco asked in a fearful voice as the male Auror secured his hands in front of him with a binding spell and began to drag him outside.

The Aurors ignored his important question. Thankfully, before Draco could fear that they were in league with Potter and were taking him osomewhere to murder him, the warden mercifully answered. "Your stay with us has unfortunately come to an early end, Mr. Malfoy. Your sentence has been changed from a life sentence in Azkaban to a permanent house arrest. These fine Aurors are here to escort you to your new residence." The warden said sullenly as they started to make their way out of the prison.

Draco breathed a huge sigh of relief. He was wrong to have doubted his mother, she had fulfilled her promise. He was finally free of this hellhole. He just hoped that it didn't cost her too much.

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15 March, 2006,

Malfoy Manor,

07:02 P.M.

Narcissa waited anxiously in the parlor as the sun disappeared below the horizon. It was almost time. He would be here any moment now she thought with happiness as she looked at the clock. A loud crack from outside the gates of Malfoy Manor signaled the arrival of her brave dragon.

"Draco," Narcissa breathed as a minute later the doors opened and her son entered. Narcissa let out a cry of happiness and launched herself at her son. "My darling dragon, you're finally home."

"It's good to see you as well mother," Draco said as he returned her hug just as fiercely. "You can't imagine how happy I'm to be back home."

Narcissa and Draco both reluctantly separated when they heard a throat clearing behind them.

Turning around, they saw the newly arrived Harry Potter looking at them in mild amusement. "Well, isn't this a lovely reunion? You're looking a bit more pale than usual, Draco. I hope that Azkaban was not too hard for you. Still, I bet you're happy to be out of there," he said grinning as he gestured for the other Aurors to leave them alone.

Giving Potter a polite nod, Draco answered. "I guess I should thank you, Potter. The Aurors who brought me here told me that you were instrumental in my release."

Harry however waved away his thanks. "It's no problem, pal. It was my absolute pleasure. Besides, your mother has already thanked me enough on your behalf." Harry said as he gave Draco a smirk, the dark look easy enough for Draco to understand that Potter's friendly behavior was an act and he had already taken something substantial from his mother in return for his support.

Harry snickered at the clueless boy as he looked at Harry and his mother.

After sitting down on an empty chair near the fireplace, Harry took out the scroll given to him by Minister Shacklebolt and said, "Alright, these are the rules, Malfoy. You better take a seat as well because you need to make sure you burn these in your memory. If you make a mistake, there won't be a second chance." he said as he broke the seal and opened the scroll.

Draco just stared at him with a defeated look, waiting for the inevitable limitations.

Nodding in satisfaction at Draco's serious look, Harry started reading the list. "You are not to step a foot outside the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Anyone you want to invite here will first need a letter of approval from the Auror office. To make sure that they will not be a bad influence. You are not allowed to buy a new wand. You are also not allowed to perform or practice any magic wandlessly."

Shocked into silence, Draco just stared blankly at the scroll in Harry's hands. He will be going to be as much of a prisoner here as he was in Azkaban. Narcissa put her arm around his shoulders in comfort.

"It's alright, Draco. The main thing is that you're out of that dreadful place. Nothing else matters. Why don't you go and have a bath, dear? That will take your mind off things. Then come down and we'll have a nice dinner. The house-elves had prepared all your favorite dishes." Narcissa said softly in Draco's ear as she rubbed her hand on his shoulder.

Draco still deep in shock nodded at her words nonetheless. She was right. There was no use crying over spilled milk. Being here in his home was still a hundred times better than that horrible prison. Here at least he would get hot meals and regular baths. He knows the value of those two simple things very well by now. Plus, he had his mother. "Yeah, a bath would be nice. But I don't think I can eat anything right now, mother," he said as his stomach rebelled at the thought of eating solid food.

Narcissa nodded in easy acceptance. "As you wish, Draco. Go to your room, dear. Freshen up. Don't worry. I'll see Auror Potter out myself."

After kissing his mother on her cheek and Harry a polite nod in farewell Draco staggered to his feet and limped up the stairs to his room.

As Draco struggled to climb up the steps, he missed seeing his mother jumping Harry on his couch and giving him a deep French kiss to show her appreciation.

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Draco entered his bedroom and walked into the adjoined bathroom. Quickly, he stripped off his filthy prison uniform and carelessly threw it into the trash can. Then, he turned the faucet on the shower wall and stepped in to take a thorough shower. He used a washcloth and soap to scrub himself down. Making certain to wash off all the caked dirt on his body. When Draco emerged from the shower, the water running on the floor had turned black from all the grime.

Next, he filled the bathtub with hot water and scented bubbles preparing it for a nice relaxing bath. The warm water felt nice on his stiff muscles. He felt relaxed for the first time in months. Sighing in satisfaction, Draco sank in the bubbly water.

When all the bathing finished and he had reclined in the bathtub for hours to his heart's content, it was almost midnight. Draco was drowsy and ready to fall asleep on his fluffy bed but his stomach had other ideas as it rumbled loudly in hunger.

He padded to his bedroom, stopping only to grab his night robe from the wardrobe and wrapping himself in its soft fabric. The bath had not only cleaned his body, but his soul also felt a lot cleaner.

Draco was feeling warm and cozy, as he sat in his bed wrapped up in a warm blanket and his back rested against fluffy pillows. The room was nicely warmed as the heat from the fireplace washed all over. Now, he just wanted one last thing to finish the day on a high note.

"Tippy," Draco called the Malfoy house-elf to his room.

A massive crack interrupted the silence of the room, and the elf appeared at the foot of his bed.

"The young master is finally home. Oh, Tippy is so happy" Tippy pronounced with joy as tears slid down his face. "Mistress was so happy when she got the news."

Draco shook his head in annoyance at the elf's antics.

"Yes, yes. I know. Control yourself, elf. I didn't call you here to see you blubber." Draco snapped at the elf in irritation as his stomach growled again in hunger. "Get me some dinner quickly. I'm famished." He ordered, fighting off his sleepiness.

Tippy who had stiffened at the raised voice nodded quickly and popped back to the kitchen. He returned a minute later with a plate overflowing with food and a goblet of pumpkin juice.

Draco happily accepted the offered plate and spent the next few minutes digging into the delicious fare.

"Has my mother fallen asleep yet, Tippy?" He asked the elf as he finished his hearty meal and took a sip of the chilled pumpkin juice.

"She's in her room, master." The elf answered as he collected the dirty silverware. With a deep bow to Draco, Tippy popped out of the room.

Draco couldn't sleep however no matter how hard he tried. Every time he closed his eyes, nightmare started and it felt like he was back in Azkaban. Finally, Draco gave it up as a lost cause.

"I need a drink," Draco said to himself as he stepped out of his room and limped down the end of the hallway to his father's office to get himself a glass of his prized whiskey.

Halfway down the hallway, just outside his mother's room, Draco heard a strange noise. It sounded like someone was choking.

Alarmed, he moved towards the source of the sound and heard a small moan coming from the bedroom. This confused him even more. He approached the closed door on light feet and pressed his ear to the door, listening intently.

"GLACKH, GLACKH, GLACKH!"

"Ugghhhh!"

Draco looked at the door agitated. There was something very strange going on in that room. If all that was not alarming enough, the sound of a loud slap rang in the room. Draco slowly felt his panic rising as heard a female voice cry out through the static in his head.

"AAAAHHHHH! My ass!"

"That was not very nice, Cissy. You deserved that spank. I had told you to keep it in your mouth. Ah. Never mind. Just cover it in your spit. Ooh. That's nice. Now, open your mouth wide. That's brilliant. Here I come."

Draco's heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. Th-That's Potter's voice! What the fuck is he doing in mother's room? Draco thought hysterically as he struggled to turn the door's handle.

Open, Damn it! Draco cursed loudly as the strange noises started again.

Finally, Draco managed to slam open the door. As his eyes frantically searched the room for Potter, they landed on the other person he had heard making those sounds. At that moment, Draco wanted nothing more than to be back in his cell in Azkaban. Because at least in there, not even the Dementors had the power to torture him by conjuring such a horrid scenario in his mind.

His mother was sitting on her knees. Her makeup was completely ruined and her lips shone with saliva. Spit dripped down her stretched mouth to her chin as Potter's massive cock brutally pumped in and out of her mouth.

"Mother," he managed to gasp out in shock.

Narcissa spun around at his voice, her eyes widened comically and she tried to speak. Unfortunately, she had forgotten the length plunging into her mouth and could only gag helplessly on Harry's cock.

Awkwardly, she pushed Harry back and tried to get up but Harry forcefully pulled her head down on his dick.

Draco trembled from head to toe in anger. His breath was coming in harsh pants and there was a loud ringing in his ears.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Draco demanded angrily.

Potter had the nerve to merely chuckle at his outburst and calmly replied :

"What does it look like, Malfoy? Do you need me to spell it out for you? Your lovely mother is giving me the best blowjob of my life."

Draco looked at Harry with a cold fury and pure hatred. "I'll kill you Scarhead! You filthy little half-blood." He screamed as he hurled a nearby vase at Harry's head.

Harry didn't even bother to glance at the incoming projectile, he just tilted his head slightly to let the vase fly past him.

However, before Draco could pick something else to use as a weapon, Harry waved his hand and Draco suddenly found himself on a sofa bound with tight ropes.

"Release me, you fucking bastard. Give me my wand. Fight me like a wizard, Potter!" Draco yelled as he struggled against the magical ropes.

"Shut your trap, Malfoy. No one wants to hear your whining right now. Just stay quiet and let me fuck your mother's throat," Harry grunted irritatedly as he buried Narcissa's nose in his pubic hair.

Harry's eyes locked with Draco's, a lecherous smile curling his lips. Giving him a wink, he reached up and slid his shaft even deeper until his tip was hitting Narcissa's tonsils.

"Mmmm! Your father was one lucky bastard, Malfoy. He had this goddess all for himself for more than twenty years. I bet he used to fuck her all night long."

Harry said to Draco as he pulled out his cock for a moment to let Narcissa collect her breath after he had subjected her to the minute-long brutal face-fucking.

Narcissa however surprised them both as she let out a loud snort when she finished coughing and wheezing.

"Oh, don't kill me with laughter, Harry. Lucius was the biggest two-pump-chump in the world. He never managed to keep going for more than thirty seconds."

Harry laughed along in mirth. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised. I mean you were tight as a virgin until I fucked you silly last night. Still, it was old Lucy's loss and now my gain."

In a blur of motion, Harry's hand slid back into her silky hair, and with an animalistic growl of pleasure, Harry plunged his eager snake down Narcissa's slender throat.

"Mmmmhhh! You have no idea how good this feels, Draco. Ohhhh! Your mother's such a fucking whore. I wonder how many dicks she had sucked to get so good at giving head." Harry taunted his rival trying to rile him up.

Draco glared at Harry murderously. "I'll kill you, Potter. You'll regret this for the rest of your life."

Harry shook his head, still grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, I'm sorry, Draco. I forgot that you wouldn't like me questioning your mother's virtue? But come-on. Just look at her! She's rubbing her cunt like some cheap knockturn whore. Does she look like someone who's not enjoying this rough treatment?"

Narcissa immediately jerked her traitorous hands away from her honeypot like they were on fire. Her face flushed red like a ripe tomato.

"Mother!" Draco snapped, looking at her with a mixture of anger and betrayal.

Narcissa however was completely focused on swallowing the delicious flesh so she failed to hear her son's shocked gasp.

To say Draco was shocked would have been a gross understatement. Now that he forced himself to look at his mother, Draco realized with horror that instead of disgust, she had a fucked stupid expression on her face.

Draco slumped in his chair in defeat as he finally acknowledged the ugly truth. His mother was enjoying blowing Potter. She had her lips wrapped around Harry's cock and was sucking him like a pro.

By now, Narcissa was panting like a bitch in heat as Harry's hips blurred in and out so fast they almost cracked her jaw.

"That's it, you slutty whore. Take a good taste." Harry murmured in satisfaction as Narcissa worshipped his cock enthusiastically.

Draco couldn't take any more of Potter's gloating remarks. The bastard was enjoying torturing him like this. Testing the limits of his control.

"You're some sick bastard, Potter. Forcing me to watch all this," Draco said bitterly as his whore mother shuddered in pleasure hearing Potter's moans of appreciation. "Do with that bitch whatever you want. Just let me go to my room."

Harry was amused to see that Draco had averted his eyes. Pleased with the heartbroken look on his rival's face, Harry turned back to the far more important matter at hand.

Harry could feel his release approaching fast, he clenched his hand in her hair into a fist and pushed down Narcissa's head on his cock until his balls were half inside her mouth.

Panting heavily, Harry unloaded in Narcissa's eager mouth. A literal Tsunami of hot cum was unleashed from his cock, forcing her to swallow as fast as possible.

She nearly passed out from the lack of air caused by the cum-flood but thankfully Harry pulled out in time. A torrent of cum came out of her mouth as she nearly doubled over her knees gasping and choking until Harry grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

With one hand keeping Narcissa straight, Harry used his other hand to aim his spurting cock at her heaving chest. Jet after jet of cum landed on her tits, painting them in his jizz.

"That's it you, cumslut. Clean it all." Harry murmured as Narcissa then used her tongue to slurp the leftover cum sticking on his cock.

Licking the salty cum off her fingers in happiness, Narcissa said, "That was delicious, Harry."

Draco couldn't help seeing red at his mother's disgusting actions. The cunt had absolutely no shame. She was enjoying being used as Potter's slut.

"You fucking whore." Draco screamed at his mother in blinding rage. "Thank Merlin, Father died before he could see what you're doing in our ancestral home."

"What? A whore!" Narcissa half screeched. "Did you just call me a whore, Draco? I'm doing this for you, you ungrateful little bastard. You're just like your father. Always thinking about yourself."

Suddenly a determined glint entered Narcissa's eyes as she gave Draco a blistering look. "I was feeling so guilty for enjoying this. But I've had enough of sacrificing my happiness for you and your father's sake. Now, I'll show you just how big of a whore I am," Giving Harry a wicked smile, she reached for his spent dick and began to plant soft kisses at the tip, bringing it back to life.

On shaky legs, Narcissa rose and climbed up on the bed. She couldn't help but laugh vindictively at Draco's horrified look as she beckoned Harry to join her.