Pansy Parkinson had long dreamed of having sex in this room, the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor. She'd never imagined it quite like this though.
She was currently taking her turn on the Lady Malfoy's face, rocking her hips and grinding her pussy against Astoria's mouth, forcing the blonde to try and keep up. Narcissa had already dangled the carrot in front of her, suggesting that if she kept her tongue moving and licked them both to their satisfaction she might be allowed to cum herself. It served as sufficient motivation for Astoria, who had worked hard to please Narcissa and was now doing the same for Pansy.
"You're not too bad with your tongue," Pansy admitted, wiggling her hips around as Astoria flicked her tongue against her clit. "I'm not sure what you did to make Harry pawn you off on your mother in law for the weekend, but I'm grateful for it."
"He put her in my care because she wanted it," Narcissa said. Pansy looked over at her, surprised at that little revelation, but the older blonde smirked and nodded at her.
"You're kidding," Pansy said, shaking her head. "Why?"
"Because she's desperately horny now that Harry's no longer making use of her." Narcissa was still nude after her latest turn on Astoria's face, but was sitting in a conjured chair and sipping from a goblet of wine while Pansy took her turn. "She was desperate enough to throw herself at me and beg me to satisfy her. Harry happened to hear, and after she confirmed that she would enjoy it, he sent her to me for the weekend."
"She's really that desperate?" Pansy debated with herself on whether or not to say what was on her mind, not knowing how Narcissa would react to it, but eventually decided to ask. "What about Draco? I know he's away this weekend and is gone a lot, but couldn't she just wait for him to get back?" Pansy would have thought that Harry no longer using her would have been something of a relief for Astoria. Even if Pansy could personally attest that Harry was both better endowed and a better lover than Draco (or at least the Draco she'd been with back in Hogwarts), she would have thought Astoria would be relieved to not have to cheat on her husband anymore. She understood why Astoria had first started sleeping with Harry, why she'd first sworn the vow, but she would've expected her to be quite content to have things go back as they used to be. Why would she voluntarily seek out someone else's company?
"They currently do not have a sex life to speak of," Narcissa said, frowning and setting her goblet down. "Apparently Draco lost interest in her some time ago; well before her affair with Harry began. It seems she'd grown quite dependent on the sexual satisfaction Harry dragged out of her, so much so that she went along with all of this. Even now, if I gave her a command that she truly felt was unreasonable or too cruel to accept, Harry stated she was free to leave and tell him."
"And she's desperate enough that she hasn't done that," Pansy said. "Even with all of the orgasms she's already been denied."
Pansy had spent years being jealous of Astoria Malfoy for stealing the place in life that she'd always thought would be hers. For years she'd dreamed of being Draco's wife and lady, the woman who would stand at his side and share his bed. Even though she'd finally put those dreams behind her after her time with Harry, who had given her a second chance in the world and also showed her how good sex could be, it wasn't until now that she fully accepted she would not have been happy as Lady Malfoy.
In every photo she'd ever seen of Draco and Astoria together, their likenesses did not look genuinely happy at any point. No matter how long she watched them, their smiles remained stiff and formal, looking forced and without any warmth, as if taking the photo was an obligation, something they'd done because they had to. She'd always blamed that on Astoria, sure that she was making Draco unhappy because she was cruel and cold, but that didn't seem to tell the whole story now.
Even if there was no closeness, no warmth or love between Draco and Astoria, that shouldn't have prevented them from having a sex life. Aside from the obvious need to breed and produce heirs to the family line, Draco should have still had sexual needs and desires like any other man. He'd had no trouble in that area back when they were together in school, and while the old Pansy would have celebrated and convinced herself that this was a sign that she was more desirable than Astoria and a better fit for him, she knew that didn't explain things. Pansy might not like the woman, but she would freely admit that Astoria was a very attractive witch. She didn't know what was going on with Draco, but something told her that if Astoria hadn't kept his interest she wouldn't have fared any better.
For the first time in her life, Pansy actually felt a twinge of sympathy for Astoria. She'd become Lady Malfoy, yes, but where had it gotten her? Her husband apparently didn't touch her, she'd had to whore herself out to Harry to avoid Azkaban, and when that had ended and she was free to go back to her old life, she was so starved for attention that she'd turned to Narcissa despite all the animosity between them. Far from being a glamorous position, being the Lady Malfoy seemed to have become a rather pathetic and lonely existence for Astoria.
None of that stopped Pansy from rocking her hips against Astoria's head and continuing to ride her face until she got her off. Her life wasn't what Pansy wanted for herself and was quite different from what Pansy had always thought it would be, but that didn't mean she liked her. And besides, Harry had given his approval and Astoria had even asked her to come.
She groaned loudly as Astoria's clever tongue flicked at her clit until she hit her peak. In all of the fantasies she'd entertained over the years about screaming in pleasure in the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor, none of them had ever involved her squirting onto the Lady Malfoy's face and tongue. She wouldn't lament her fate though, especially not after seeing how far Astoria had fallen.
If the Lady Malfoy had to put herself through this sort of demeaning submission just to enjoy something resembling companionship and pleasure, Pansy was quite happy to be right where she was.
--
"My tongue is too worn out for any more," Astoria said.
"Yes, alright." Narcissa sighed, knowing she shouldn't push her beyond that. "You don't need to use your mouth any more, at least for now." Astoria sighed in relief and relaxed on the bed.
Her daughter in law hadn't complained much until now; she'd taken Narcissa's words to heart and done her best to please both her and Pansy with her mouth to try and earn some pleasure for herself. If she was asking for a reprieve before she'd actually gotten anything in return it was likely that she truly was in no fit state to continue using her mouth on them. Demanding that she keep going even after her request to stop might cause Narcissa to run afoul of Harry, and that wasn't a position she was eager to find herself in. Astoria would be putting that smart mouth to use again before the night was done; Narcissa would make sure of it. But for now she would get a break.
"Oh, is the fun over?" Pansy asked, pouting.
"Not even close," Narcissa said. "I have my lovely daughter in law for the entire weekend, and I intend to make the most of that time." She went over to the bag of goodies she'd brought over with her and pulled out a strapon. Astoria's eyes lit up when she saw it, and Narcissa smiled. She knew what her daughter in law was expecting, or at least hoping for. She was hoping either herself or Pansy would put the fake cock on and use it to fuck her. It wasn't quite a replacement for Harry's cock; it wasn't even close actually. But it was as close as Astoria could hope to get right now, and she was desperate for it.
"Put this on, Astoria," Narcissa said, holding it out for her daughter in law to take. The light dimmed from her eyes as she realized that she wouldn't be getting any pleasure just yet, but would instead be charged with giving them more. Astoria got off of the bed automatically and took the strapon from her hands, but she didn't look happy about it. The vow didn't give her much choice in the matter though, not unless her brain rejected Narcissa's command and considered it unreasonable or too much to withstand in the name of eventually getting pleasure herself.
That did not happen. Astoria applied the fake cock and followed Narcissa back to the bed. When she got down on her back and spread her legs, her daughter in law got on top of her and guided the strapon into position.
Narcissa let out a happy little sigh as the fake cock pushed inside of her, but it didn't take her long to decide that this was all wrong. Astoria was giving it an honest try, pulling her hips back and driving the toy inside of her pussy, but it just wasn't doing it for Narcissa like she'd hoped. She allowed it to continue for a few minutes before finally calling it out.
"This is poor work, Astoria," she muttered. "Are you even trying?"
"Of course I am!" Astoria whined. "I'm doing my best!"
Narcissa believed her. If she was going to subject herself to this to begin with, she wasn't going to hold back. She was going to give it her all to try and impress her, knowing that getting on Narcissa's good side was her only hope of being permitted to orgasm. And truthfully it might be unfair to even say she was doing a bad job. Narcissa could compare it favorably to many of her sexual encounters with Lucius, especially towards the end after his interest waned.
But it wasn't Lucius that Astoria needed to measure up to. It was Harry's cock she thought of, and Astoria's best effort couldn't hope to measure up to his. She could thrust her hips as hard as she wanted and she wouldn't be able to replicate the force he put into it when he was in the mood to dominate and fuck the hell out of someone. As much as she'd taunted Astoria for no longer having Harry's cock in her life, she herself had gone just as long without it. She'd voluntarily held back and left Harry all to Daphne while they settled into their relationship, and she'd missed sharing his bed. Unlike Astoria, who looked primed to be shut off from Harry's cock for good, Narcissa's own wait was nearly done. She was finally going to be back in Harry's arms, or more importantly she was finally going to be impaled on his cock again on Monday, and Astoria's thrusts were a poor substitute no matter how hard she tried.
"I have an idea," Pansy said, and both women on the bed stopped and looked over at her. "If she can't give you what you need herself, why don't we just get on top and ride her? That way her lack of ability won't be able to get in our way as much, and we'll be able to take care of it ourselves."
Narcissa nodded and told Astoria to pull out so they could switch positions. She was a fan of this suggestion, and interestingly enough so was Astoria.
"Thank Merlin," she said. "I can finally rest for a bit."
"You can, can you?" Narcissa said. "We'll see about that." She pulled the strapon off of Astoria, who looked up at her from her back in confusion. "Don't worry; I know just where to put it."
She reattached the dildo to Astoria, but strapped it to her face this time around. Her daughter in law didn't look pleased about the unexpected change, but she made no attempt to get up. Her body and her mind still accepted this as something reasonable, something that was worth putting up with if it meant there was a chance of getting some attention herself.
Narcissa was happy to exploit her need for her own gain, even if that meant sticking a strapon to her daughter in law's face and hopping on. Make that especially if it meant sticking a strapon to her daughter in law's face and hopping on.
--
"That was good," Pansy said, dismounting Astoria's head and stretching her back. She was feeling better than she had in some time. Riding Astoria's face had been fun to begin with, but doing so while she had a toy attached to it was something she never would have thought of on her own. Narcissa was a kinky woman indeed to use her own daughter in law this way.
"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling rather hungry," Narcissa said, looking at Pansy.
"Yes, I could go for something to eat," Pansy said with a nod. "I worked up quite an appetite just now."
"Perhaps we can stop by the new diner that's just opened in Diagon Alley," Narcissa suggested. "I've heard good things."
"That sounds good," Pansy said. She grabbed her knickers and pulled them back on, and as she did she noticed Astoria still on the bed, looking quite disheveled. "Should we bring her with us?"
Narcissa laughed. "What do you think?"
"Hmm." She looked down at Astoria, who met her eye tiredly. "Do you remember what you said to me once upon a time? About how no one other than the seediest wizards from Knockturn Alley would even let me suck their cock, let alone marry me?" Astoria seemed to remember, based on the way she flinched. "It seems to me like you're the one who has that issue now, doesn't it?"
"That's true," Narcissa said, joining in quickly. "How unfortunate for her that she no longer has Harry's cock to suck. Still, I've seen her go, as have you I'm sure." Pansy nodded. "I don't think we should let such a talented cocksucker get lazy or too out of practice." Draco's mother removed the strapon from Astoria's face, walked over and stuck it to the wall. "Here's your next task, Astoria: take that dildo deep down your throat, oh, let's say 100 times or so, with your hands behind your back. Once that's done, you can make yourself something to eat."
Pansy, having noticed something peculiar about the placement of the toy, stood and watched with interest as Astoria got off of the bed and walked over to the wall on shaky legs. Sure enough, Narcissa had left the dildo in about the worst possible spot for Astoria to reach. It was too high up on the wall for her to kneel and get her mouth around it, but also too low for her to simply suck it while standing straight. Astoria, with her arms behind her back as instructed and thus unable to adjust the toy's height herself, was forced to bend over in order to get her mouth on it.
As Pansy took one last look back at the Lady Malfoy, bending over awkwardly to suck on a fake cock in the hopes that she would eventually be allowed to orgasm, she once again was reminded that Lady Malfoy wasn't quite the glamorous and enviable position she'd once believed it to be,
--
"So would you like to continue being involved in this, should it end up extending beyond this weekend? I would appreciate your help. Truly dominating Astoria is rather difficult all by myself after what she became accustomed to in her time with Harry."
Pansy started in surprise. Narcissa had already put up privacy charms around their diner booth, so Pansy wasn't worried about any of the other patrons overhearing them. It was the question itself that surprised her.
She hadn't expected to do anything sexual with Narcissa again after that memorable period with her and Harry while Astoria was away on vacation with Draco, and she most certainly hadn't expected to dominate Astoria again after Harry had freed her from the threat of being married off to Goyle. The offer for this weekend had been a pleasant surprise, but she'd figured it wouldn't extend beyond that.
"I think I'd like that," she said after a moment's thought, "at least until I've found someone to court romantically." She looked at Narcissa nervously for a second, afraid to upset her but feeling the need to make things clear. "While you're beautiful, I'm not interested in entering into any sort of romance with a female, no matter how enjoyable the sex might be."
She needn't have worried about upsetting Narcissa. The older woman actually relaxed and sat easier in her side of the booth after she heard it. Obviously she'd been feeling the same way, and had no more interest in a romance than Pansy did.
"Excellent," Narcissa said. "I will add, however, that this goes both ways. You can have the good, but you'll need to be willing to take any potential bad that may come with it."
"What does that mean?" she asked, cocking her head at the blonde.
"Should something that we do upset Harry, and he turns the tables on me and demands that I subject myself to punishment, perhaps even allows Astoria to dominate me, you shall have to share in my fate if at all feasible. It's only fair."
"I can agree to that," Pansy said. She had no clue if such a thing would happen, but it seemed to be a risk worth taking to her.
--
"You have to let me cum! You have to!"
"Do I?" Narcissa asked, cocking an eyebrow at Astoria. "I'm not so certain."
"You've been here for an entire weekend!" Astoria shouted. "You and Pansy came again and again, but you haven't let me cum even once! You played with me and teased me constantly even in between everything, even when you weren't doing anything for yourselves!"
That was actually true. Narcissa and Pansy had taken to casually teasing her even in between actual sex sessions. They would rub her clit or finger her while sitting around talking or drinking wine, though of course Narcissa's spellwork continued to deny her an orgasm. They behaved as if this was the new norm, a common part of their everyday lives. And it was entirely possible that this could become the case, because if Narcissa had her way this little arrangement was going to continue well beyond this weekend.
Astoria hadn't cum once all weekend, much to her continued frustration, and it seemed that she was at her breaking point now that the weekend was almost over and Narcissa was about to return to her home.
"It isn't fair if I don't get to cum even once!" Astoria whined. Narcissa chuckled.
"But the weekend is almost over," she said. Then she decided to really twist the knife. "I need to rest up. Tomorrow's a big day for me. I'll be having all sorts of fun with Harry, and maybe even your sister too."
Astoria glared at her. "Make me cum!" she shouted. "Please, fuck, I need it so bad!"
"Tell me honestly if you enjoyed this weekend,," Narcissa said.
"I did," Astoria said right away. "I did, I did! Now let me cum! I might go insane if I can't orgasm soon!"
Narcissa smiled, already imagining the ways she could use this to her benefit. She had great fun dominating Astoria, plus she could keep her around the house more and hopefully ensure Draco never found out about her affair with Harry if she could keep this arrangement going. If Astoria went to Harry and could tell him with honesty that she had enjoyed their weekend together, and that she wished for it to continue in the absence of their affair now that he was dating Daphne, he would probably be amenable to allowing this to become a more permanent situation.
Harry would likely put conditions on it, but there seemed to be a real chance for her to keep Astoria underneath her, under her control to use as a lover, or perhaps a sex toy.
She was going to have to allow her the occasional orgasm though, otherwise the constant teasing and frustration would at some point cease being something Astoria subconsciously accepted as a reasonable price to pay. Narcissa wouldn't be surprised if there was a part of Astoria that actually enjoyed the denial, which was something she was going to need to monitor, but even if she did there would need to be a payoff, an end, a relief from the teasing. Otherwise it would cease being something she enjoyed, and she would either tell Harry she wanted out or the vow would fade on its own.
"And would you enjoy the chance to do this more frequently, if Harry ordered you to do so?" she asked.
"Yes," Astoria said, nodding and looking down. It was probably humiliating for her to have to admit, but Narcissa was presently the only option she had for a sexual partner.
"Then you know what you have to do," Narcissa said. "I'll be coming by your office tomorrow to drop some things off for Harry. If you don't want my first fuck approved by Daphne to be Harry shagging me right in front of you while you're forced to sit and watch, or perhaps just sit outside the door, listen and imagine what's happening inside of his office, you need to talk to Harry and get him to make this a more permanent arrangement. Get him to command you to obey my sexual orders whenever he or Draco don't have need of you and it won't interfere with your other responsibilities."
Astoria looked conflicted about accepting her proposal. She was obviously weighing the pros and cons of continuing to subject herself to her sexual humiliation at Narcissa's (and Pansy's) hands versus having only herself to turn to for relief. Narcissa needed a little something more, an extra incentive to make Astoria go along with it.
"You know, the harder you work to satisfy me, the less I'll be able to withstand once Harry gets his hands on me," she said. She could see the interest in Astoria's eyes, and surely it was amplified by them both knowing there was truth behind it. Astoria knew better than anyone what Harry was capable of. She would still be upset and jealous about Narcissa getting what she was now being denied, but the potential of lessening Narcissa's time to enjoy it was an attractive motivator for Astoria just as she'd known it would be.
"Fine," she eventually said. "I'll talk to him. But you'd better let me cum!"
"You know what you have to do," Narcissa said, nodding at her. "But as a little extra motivator, why don't you edge yourself a few times before bed? Perhaps three times, since there will be three people in Harry's bed tomorrow?"
--
Daphne gasped for breath, feeling her lungs burn as her boyfriend's hips collided with her arse and his cock drove deep inside of her again and again. He was shagging her vigorously, fucking her harder than anyone before him ever had, and she loved it. It was also taking a toll on her.
Her arse jiggled and her breasts bounced with every thrust of his hips, and those thrusts came frequently and without pause. One thing that never ceased to amaze her with Harry was how he never seemed to lose a step no matter how long he'd been at it or how many times they'd already fucked. By all rights he shouldn't have had the ability to do this at all, let alone keep slamming into her this hard. They had legitimately fucked too many times for her to keep track of over this weekend, and it hadn't been more than an hour since he'd finished up a particularly energetic standing shag while pinning her against the chest of drawers in his bedroom. That didn't stop him from fucking Daphne as vigorously as if it had been days rather than minutes since they'd been together.
This time around was actually fairly vanilla in terms of kink, especially compared to some of the things they'd already done. He wasn't spanking her, roughly fucking her face or doing anything of the sort that they'd mixed in throughout the weekend. That didn't change the fact that Daphne was bone tired though.
Harry didn't need to get exotic or kinky in order to dominate a woman. As she was learning for herself, he could break a woman down through nothing other than his natural stamina, lust and enthusiasm. She'd initiated the sex nearly as often as he had, but she was wearing down now after a long weekend of fucking in his bed (and on the desk of his study, and in his shower, and against one of the bookshelves in his spacious library.) She could feel her sore muscles protesting as Harry pounded her from behind, and she knew that she would not be able to take any more for the night once he'd finished. She wouldn't ask him to stop; she could endure until he'd thrust his way to one more orgasm. He'd more than earned that from her after all the pleasure he'd given her this weekend, exhausting though it may have been. But that, regrettably was going to need to be that.
She let out a quiet little grunt as his hips sped up and he finished off, squeezing her arse as he buried his cock inside of her and gave her another load of cum. He held still inside of her for a few seconds after he was done and then slowly pulled out. Harry seemed to understand her fatigue without needing to be told, because he didn't give her a parting spank or anything after he was done. He just patted her bum gently and gave her back and shoulders a bit of a rub after she'd collapsed down onto her face and belly.
"That was great, Daph," he said. She could say nothing in response; she just remained face-down on the bed and tried to recover from the state of deep exhaustion she'd been brought to by their weekend of nearly constant sex.
"I'm going to go take a shower," he said, and she let out a grunt that would just have to suffice as an answer right now. Harry kissed the back of her neck and climbed off of the bed, and a couple of minutes later Daphne heard the shower begin to run.
She'd managed to summon the energy to roll over onto her back by the time he returned, freshly showered. He was running a towel through his wet hair and was still nude, and Daphne felt aroused and daunted in equal measure when she saw the still very hard cock sticking out from between his legs.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I'm afraid I don't have enough strength left to take care of that for you tonight," she said apologetically. Harry chuckled and shook his head.
"I didn't expect you to; I could tell you were exhausted," he said. "Thanks for putting up with it until the end."
"Clearly it wouldn't be the end if I could keep going though," she said, eyeing that big cock that had fucked her so well all weekend long. She wished she could keep going until he was as sated as she was, or at least until his cock would actually stay down on its own, but she was going to have enough trouble dragging her sore body into work tomorrow morning as it was.
"Seriously, Daphne, don't worry about it," Harry said. He truly didn't sound upset or disappointed, which was a bit of a relief for her. "You have nothing to be sorry for, especially with how much we did this weekend. I'm lucky you kept up for as long as you did."
Daphne did feel a bit better as he crawled into bed and pulled her into his arms, but there was still definite regret when she felt that stiff cock poking her bum and knew she wouldn't be able to take care of it for him.
Narcissa was right; he was definitely too much for her (or anyone else, for that matter) to handle alone. The public might still view him as the Gryffindor golden boy, the Chosen One who had saved them all from the Dark Lord, but behind closed doors he was an inexhaustible sexual demon that would be the death of her if she tried to keep him all to herself.
--
Harry woke up rock hard, poking against her arse. He tried to hide it from her by carefully pulling away from her and sneaking off into the shower without waking her, but she'd already been awake and alert enough to feel his little (or not so little) morning problem, and she wasn't going to let it go unresolved.
"You're not going to work in this state," she said, entering the master bathroom and joining him in the shower. He turned to her in surprise, and gasped when her hand immediately reached for his cock.
"Daphne?" he said, squinting.
"I know your vision isn't the greatest right now since you can't wear your glasses right now, but as Narcissa won't be rejoining you until tonight I would hope you wouldn't need to ask who's grabbing your cock right now," she said, faux-annoyed. That it was false was obvious since her hand continued to stroke up and down his shaft.
"I didn't know you were awake," he said, and then he groaned as she went lower and squeezed his balls. "I was going to get showered and dressed quick so you'd have plenty of time."
"I know you were," she said, "but I'm not about to let you head into the office like this," she said, giving his cock a light squeeze for emphasis. "The last thing I need is your cock poking through your work robes when you pass by my sister's desk."
Harry smirked for maybe a second or two before he shook his head. "But aren't you too exhausted?" he said. "You don't need to push yourself any more than you already did over the weekend.
"I don't have it in me to give you the full thing right now, true," she said. She carefully crouched down so her face was level with his cock, gave the tip a kiss and smiled up at him, hoping the gesture could be fully appreciated without his glasses. "But I can still satisfy you in other ways."
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and got to bobbing quickly. Oral sex had taken multiple forms throughout the weekend. There were times he'd held her down and roughly fucked her face, and other times she'd slowly worshipped his cock with her mouth. She was talented with her mouth, and when a man made her happy she enjoyed going down on them as a treat. She'd never been as happy to do it as she was with Harry. He fucked her so well, and his reactions when she looked up at him with a mouthful of cock or licked and kissed his balls were intoxicating.
This was not like any of that. He made no move to grab her head and pull her down, likely content to let her work at her own pace since he knew how tired she was, and she didn't have time to go slow and draw out his pleasure. This was a morning quickie, some relief before work, and time was of the essence.
Daphne focused on precision and efficiency, bobbing her head smoothly along him, playing with his sensitive balls with one hand and using the other to stroke any part of his cock that didn't happen to be in her mouth at that moment. In other circumstances she might have varied her pacing and technique, and perhaps intermittently pulled him out of her mouth entirely to smooch his cockhead or rub him against her cheek. She didn't have time for those sorts of games right now though; she was here to get a job done quickly, and she approached it with the same sort of determination and efficiency that she attacked most things in her life.
Her effort was rewarded when she made Harry finish in record time. She swallowed some of his cum, but towards the end she started letting the water wash it off of her chin when it escaped her mouth.
"That was great, Daph," Harry said, reaching a hand down to her and helping her back to her feet. "Thanks."
They showered together normally after that, carrying on casual conversation about work and their plans for the week while washing up, keeping their hands to themselves for the most part. As they got out and started to try their bodies off, Harry looked over at her work robes and laughed. She turned her head away from the mirror she'd been using to get ready and towards him, raising her eyebrows expectantly.
"I know you're exhausted and everything, but it really couldn't be any more obvious how you expected this weekend to go," he said. "Otherwise why would you come over on Friday night with your work robes for Monday morning?"
"What can I say?" She shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "I know you well enough by now to expect that I wouldn't be getting much chance to rest, let alone think about going home for a bit." And as if to prove her point, his cock already seemed to be coming to life again as she stood there topless, wearing only a pair of tiny white knickers. "Need I say more?"
"Can you blame me?" he responded. "Of course I'm not going to be soft for long when I've got a gorgeous half-naked witch like you around."
"Yes, well, you'll have to keep it under your robes for the time being, because I don't have time to suck you off again before work," she said. "Thank Merlin I didn't make Narcissa wait any longer. I don't know that I could have made it another week or so of having to try and keep that cock happy all by myself every day and night."
"Oh, that's right," Harry said. "I'd forgotten that was today. Guess I was too focused on our weekend together to pay much attention to that."
Daphne narrowed her eyes at first, sure he was being sarcastic, because what heterosexual male (especially one as perpetually randy as Harry was) would ever forget that today was the day his girlfriend was allowing a former paramour to return to his bed? But eventually she realized that he was being sincere, that he had genuinely forgotten all about their arrangement with Narcissa. She was delighted that he was so enamored with her that it had slipped his mind, because she was sure that any other wizard in his shoes would have been counting down the days until Narcissa returned to his bed.
"Yeah, that'll be fun," he went on. "I'd forgotten all about it, but it'll make for an entertaining evening."
"You're assuming Narcissa will be able to wait until evening," Daphne said. "She seemed quite attached to you, or to your cock at least, when I talked to her. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she finds some excuse to pay you a visit in the office today at lunch."
"She can wait until this evening to get fucked so you can be there to see it," he said. "And perhaps join in, if you feel like it."
"While I appreciate the sentiment, Narcissa's job is to assist me in making sure you're just as satisfied sexually as I am. If she does pay you a visit this afternoon, and if you are in the mood to shag her, there's no need to deny yourself. Just be discrete; you wouldn't want anyone to find out. My sister least of all; can you imagine what she'd do with that kind of information? Or what Draco would do when she inevitably told him you were shagging his mother?" Now that she'd said it out loud, Daphne actually kind of wanted to see that. It would not be a wise course of action at all, but Draco's response might almost make it worthwhile.
"Hmm, I guess I'll keep that in mind," he said, grinning at her. "If she's really as desperate as you think she might be, maybe I'll let her repeat what you just did in the shower. You know, just to keep things fair and all."
--
"Enjoy your weekend, Astoria?"
"Yes," she said automatically in response to Harry's question, her vow not allowing her to lie about it. As frustrating and humiliating as it had been, it was also the most sexually satisfied she'd been since Harry started dating her sister and stopped touching her.
"Really?" He looked at her quizzically. "You don't regret allowing yourself to be Narcissa's to play with for the weekend?"
"I don't," she said, and again the vow did its work, forcing honesty out of her. For the briefest of moments she considered mentioning the orgasm denial charm and how frustrating it had been, but she dismissed that idea with little hesitation. The charm was frustrating and Narcissa and Pansy had made sure to humiliate her at every opportunity, but that didn't make the pleasure any less real. Telling Harry about that damned charm would accomplish nothing and only held the potential to cause complications, and besides, he'd used the charm on her himself in the past. Narcissa had even said that's where she got the idea from.
"And given that you don't seem to have any interest in dumping my sister like used rubbish any time soon, I wouldn't mind it being a more regular arrangement," she continued.
"Yeah?" Harry cocked an eyebrow at her. "Well, tell her that then. No need for me to order you to spend time with her if it's something you want, right? Plus you'd have more freedom to deny her or push back if she tries to get you to do something you don't want to do."
"Are you seriously going to stop fucking me and expect me to go beg that woman for anything a second time?" Astoria asked, glowering at him. Her ire did not bother him, which was no surprise given the dynamics of their relationship from the very beginning.
"So you would rather me order you to go to her and serve her sexually than simply ask her if you can continue on?" he asked, looking at her as if she was quite stupid. "Do you even realize how ridiculous that is?"
"Whether I ask her myself or you order me to obey her, she'll still only touch me if she can dominate me," Astoria admitted quietly.
"And if you're obeying her and letting her embarrass you because I ordered it, it's easier for your pride to accept than if you're being dominated and following her commands of your own free will," Harry said, thinking out loud. Astoria just nodded; it was the truth. There was also the agreement she'd made with Narcissa. Narcissa hadn't offered to continue on casually; she'd specifically told her to talk to Harry and get him to continue the arrangement from the weekend. She wouldn't be pleased if Astoria failed to follow through, even if she were to throw herself at her feet and beg.
"Fine then," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll make it an order. You'll continue to serve Narcissa sexually under the same terms as you did over the weekend, and the same restrictions as before will apply. Even aside from her overstepping her bounds and doing something that requires you to get me or Tonks involved, if you ever decide that this isn't something you want anymore, come tell me and I'll remove the order immediately, alright?"
"Yes," she said. She didn't see herself ever taking him up on that, not unless things went sour with her sister and she could rely on him to satisfy her urges as before. Draco had no interest in her and Harry now refused to touch her out of respect to her damned sister, so Narcissa was sadly the only person Astoria could turn to for relief.
"Ah, good afternoon, Harry!" Narcissa called loudly, arriving near Astoria's desk. They could hear her just fine, but nothing that they were saying could be overheard thanks to the privacy wards Harry had put up. He dispelled them with a wave of his wand and looked towards Narcissa.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy," he said formally. "We didn't have a meeting scheduled, but my girlfriend had a feeling you might stop by." Astoria grimaced at the mention of her sister, but she was ignored for the time being.
"I'm not sure what might have led her to believe so, but she always has been quite perceptive," Narcissa said smoothly. "As it happens, I came by to deliver some interesting reports of an old banishment from the Peverell family several centuries ago that was later overturned. I think it might offer some promising leads on how we might go about restoring my dear sister to the Black line where she ought to have been all along."
Astoria barely managed to stop herself from snorting. Narcissa didn't give a damn about Andromeda, and in fact would probably prefer that the woman and her family not be restored since it would theoretically increase the chances that she, the sole remaining Black sister, would assume control of the Black line should anything happen to Harry. She was working to do so, but only out of self-interest and a desire to be in Harry's good graces.
"That's wonderful," Harry said. "Let's go into my office and discuss it in private." He looked away from her and made eye contact with Astoria. "Why don't you go ahead and take your lunch break now, Astoria? And you can take an additional half hour while you're at it; who knows how long this might take?"
Astoria wanted to scream in outrage and frustration, but the vow forced her to gather her things and head off to the cafeteria to take a long lunch break. Narcissa winked at her as she left, and that just enraged her even more.
Technically Harry wouldn't be fucking Narcissa right in front of Astoria as she'd threatened, but that didn't make her feel any better about the situation. She was going to have to eat the bland fare that the Ministry served up to its employees for lunch, meanwhile her mother in law was going to be getting the cock that should have been hers!
--
Narcissa had already removed and neatly folded the nice robes she'd worn while Harry was busy putting the old parchment she'd found off to the side, and by the time he turned back around to face her she had already removed her bra and knickers. She wanted to be fully undressed quickly so she could focus on his reaction when he saw her newly pierced nipples for the first time, and she was rewarded when he turned around, looked down and smiled broadly.
"Now there's an interesting sight," he said. "The piercings looked nice on Pansy's perky little tits, but they're really something else on a bigger pair like yours."
"I'm glad you approve," Narcissa said. She knew he would; that was the entire point of getting them done in the first place. Well, that and Daphne flexing her power over her. It was still gratifying to see and hear his approval regardless. "Won't they be so much fun to play with while you're shagging me again? Are you going to throw me down on this desk right now and ravish me?" She dearly hoped so. Her weekend of play with Pansy and Astoria had been fun, but there was no true replacement for Harry or his cock.
"I'm not," he said, much to her disappointment. "You won't be getting fucked until tonight, when Daphne is there to watch it."
"Is that so?" Narcissa frowned. Was this at Daphne's request? She'd obviously anticipated that she was going to drop by this afternoon. Maybe she was making her wait until tonight as another form of control over her, another reminder that she was the one who held all the power here? "And why did you send Astoria away then, if you don't intend to make use of me until tonight?"
"I said I'm not going to fuck you," Harry corrected. "I didn't say anything about not using you. You're clearly desperate for something, otherwise you wouldn't have come over here at all, so you can go ahead and suck my cock."
Narcissa dropped to her knees immediately. It wasn't exactly what she was hoping for, but it was certainly better than nothing. Harry helpfully pulled his robes over his head, and she quickly tugged his boxers down his legs to free his cock.
"Mmm, there it is," she said, staring at that hard cock like it was an old friend she hadn't seen in far too long. She wrapped her hand around it and gave the head a kiss.
"Yes, there it is," he said. "But I don't remember telling you to gawk at it; I told you to suck it."
It had been some time since Narcissa had been ordered around like this. She'd gotten used to being the one giving the orders, especially after her weekend with Astoria. It was more arousing than she'd expected it to be.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suckle on it. She was pleased to have his cock in her mouth again, and she wanted to do her best to take care of him and make him happy to have her back in his life sexually.
It seemed that Harry wasn't in the mood to sit back and let her work. She'd only been going for two or three minutes at most before his hands went to the back of her head and he shoved his hips forward, stuffing the entirety of his cock down her throat in one unexpected thrust. It was so much for her to take at once, especially without warning and after having gone so long without him, or any other man. Narcissa gagged and choked around his cock, but Harry didn't care. His hands kept a tight hold on her head and made sure she couldn't go anywhere.
"You wanted to offer yourself up to help ease Daphne's load, Narcissa?" Harry asked, looking down at her. "Well that's what you're going to do. I'm going to use you, and I'm going to use you hard."
He wasn't kidding. When Harry pulled her head back, he slammed his hips forward again, jamming his cock down her throat and holding her head down, not showing any mercy as she gagged and struggled to breathe. Harry had used her roughly before, but it had never been like this. The only person she'd ever seen him get this rough with was Astoria. Perhaps he'd been holding back since getting together with Daphne, unable or unwilling to fully unleash himself at his most dominant on a woman he cared about. Without Astoria there to take him at his most aggressive, this might have been building up for some time. It seemed that it would be up to Narcissa to fill in for her daughter in law and take this kind of facefuck in Daphne's stead.
While she willed herself to endure and show him that she was just as capable of being roughly used as Astoria was, it was easier said than done. Harry was absolutely relentless in how he used her mouth. Whether shoving his cock down her throat and making her hold it there or rapidly driving his hips back and forth, he used Narcissa as he'd never used her before.
"Don't tell me you're at your limit," Harry said, taunting her as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for breath. He might be giving her a break physically, but he was keeping up the degradation and humiliation. If anything he took that aspect to a new high while his cock was free of her mouth, because he smacked her across the cheek with his cock, smearing her own saliva across her aristocratic cheeks.
"Astoria was able to take this no problem. She took all of this and more." Narcissa couldn't deny the truth of that; she'd seen it for herself. "If you're already doing this poorly, maybe you're not going to be worth having around after all." He delivered one final indignation by rubbing his balls against her face, and then he shoved his cock back inside of her mouth and went back to work.
"I hope you didn't make this deal with Daphne expecting to get the gentle caresses and care you got from me in the past," Harry said while pulling on her hair hard and thrusting his hips against her face without a care. "You're not going to be stealing any kisses like a lover might do, which you started to do right before I met Daphne. There's no romance here. You're not my girlfriend, you're not my lover, and I'm not going to treat you that way. You're here to be used."
And use her he did. He fucked her face roughly, manhandling Narcissa as she'd never been manhandled before. She remembered watching what he could do with Astoria when he was in the mood to really dominate her, and wondering if she would be able to take it. As much as she'd tried to get him to treat her the same way, especially early on when she was still trying to supplant Astoria and monopolize his time herself, she knew he'd always held back to a degree with her. There was no holding back now though. Whether she was capable or not, she was going to have to take it, and apparently she was going to have to get used to it.
For a moment she believed he might be showing her some mercy when he pulled his cock out of her throat and allowed her to gasp and wheeze, but he'd actually pulled out so he could wrap his hand around his cock and shoot his cum onto her face. Narcissa gasped in surprise as the first burst hit her across the forehead, and that led to the second landing on her tongue. She closed her mouth quickly, and the remainder of his cum was spread between her chin, cheeks and a little around the nose as well. Narcissa had never felt so filthy in all her life, and despite her excitement at being involved in his sex life again she wasn't entirely sure she liked the way this was going.
"Did you really have to shoot it all on my face?" she asked. "I worked hard on my appearance, you know."
"I do," he said, grinning down at her. "That made it all the more fun to ruin your hard work with my cum. "You can consider it your punishment for tormenting Astoria."
"Whatever is that supposed to mean?" she asked. Had Astoria told him some of the details of what they'd gotten up to this weekend and gotten him on her side to a degree?
"I'm not stupid," he said. "There was no reason for you to come down here to give me those files when you're going to be coming to my home tonight and could have just brought them then. And if you were just feeling horny and wanted to sneak in a quickie before tonight you could have easily arranged to meet me somewhere else during my lunch break. You came here because you wanted Astoria to see you. You wanted to rub her face in it."
"Very well," she sighed. He wasn't wrong, of course.
"I don't know why you're complaining anyway," he said. He picked up her wand from his desk and tossed it towards her, forcing her to catch it out of the air. "You have magic to clean yourself up with."
Narcissa cast a cleaning charm on herself to remove his cum and then moved towards her clothes. As she bent to pick up her knickers, Harry spoke up again.
"I still won't hesitate to cut you out of my life if I feel like you're abusing your position, you know," he said. "I've agreed to extend my order for Astoria to serve you sexually because she asked for it, but I'll be keeping an eye out. We both know that she'll put up with quite a lot if it means she gets satisfaction. Hell, by now she's gotten so used to being used that I don't know if vanilla sex and lovemaking could even make her cum. But if I think you've taken things too far with her, I will command her to never seek you out again."
"She doesn't seem to have many other options," she pointed out while sliding her knickers into place.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked. "I doubt I'd have a problem convincing Pansy to take her on by herself, or maybe Tonks if she's between relationships. They'd probably even treat her better than you do. Don't make the mistake of thinking you're irreplaceable."
"I shall keep that in mind," she said neutrally while reaching for her bra.
"Leave it," he said just as her fingertips touched the bra. "You can make your way home without it today. That'll be the other form of punishment for your little game."
Narcissa grimaced, lamenting the fact that she'd worn such an expensive robe that flattered her figure so well. It hugged her body so tightly that she was going to have to exercise considerable caution not to allow her nipple piercings to show through the robe. What could she say though? Much like Daphne at the outset of this arrangement, Harry was reminding her that she was not in a position of power here. She said nothing, unfolded her robe and put it back on carefully. He raised his eyebrow at her when she picked up the bra.
"I'm not taking it with me," she explained. "I'm just relocating it so it won't be on the desk and in your way." He said nothing as he walked to the door of his office, opened it and tossed the bra so it landed on Astoria's empty chair. He looked like he was about to say something when she turned back around, but he just smirked and shook his head. It wasn't until she had one foot outside the door that he spoke again.
"You can use my private floo," he said. "I don't intend on you being seen leaving my office with your pierced nipples poking against your robes like that. Even aside from protecting your reputation, you leaving my office without a bra on would raise some questions about me as well." She sighed in relief, turned back around and walked back into his office. "I'm surprised you were going to walk to the public floo like that, and without even complaining about it."
Narcissa had bitten her tongue, assuming it had been just one more way for him to fluster her and hold his power over her head, but she was happy to be given this out. "Would it be possible for me to occasionally arrive the same way?" she asked while moving towards the private floo in his office. "It would be better for both of us if I'm not seen coming and going from your office every day."
"You think you'll be here every day, do you?" he asked, grinning at her. "You really are a horny little witch, aren't you?" Narcissa flushed in embarrassment but said nothing. "But you make a good point. I'll go ahead and add you to my office wards. Maybe this way I won't have to deal with two arrogant Malfoy women bitching at each other just outside my office on a regular basis."
--
"You promised you wouldn't fuck Harry at work!" Astoria shouted. Her indignation and outrage was less than formidable, however. That tended to happen when you were yelling at someone while pulling off of their lap, having just been freshly spanked. Astoria had gone off on Harry when she returned from her lunch break to find Narcissa's bra hanging on her chair, and while he'd apparently been more patient than usual with her since her anger had been somewhat justified, she'd taken it too far. By her own admission, Astoria had gone above and beyond what would have been an acceptable reaction to the little stunt, and her arse was now bright red as a result.
Narcissa had been happy for the opportunity to administer Astoria's daily discipline. She'd been left feeling rather powerless after her afternoon facefuck with Harry, and she had a feeling that tonight was going to be similarly degrading even if it was sure to be satisfying as well. Squeezing in some discipline of Astoria in between the two was a welcome reprieve and a chance for Narcissa to enjoy being in control again for a bit.
"I didn't actually fuck him," she said. She didn't bother pointing out that Astoria technically hadn't been forced to watch or listen, and in fact hadn't even been anywhere nearby since Harry had sent her off to lunch. "I only sucked his cock." That was a somewhat loose interpretation of what had happened. It would be more accurate to say that he'd fucked her face, made her gag around his cock and used her mouth for his own pleasure, but Astoria didn't need to know that.
"We didn't have enough time to get to the main course, and he didn't want to go to his late afternoon meeting with an erection poking through his robes." Another slight fabrication, but she wasn't about to tell Astoria that he'd denied her because he wanted Daphne to be there and watch. "I am going to fuck him now, however."
"You promised to give me an orgasm if I got Harry to continue this," Astoria said. "You need to do that before you leave."
"I don't need to do anything," Narcissa said peevishly. "I may have hinted I would give you an orgasm as a reward if you spoke to Harry, but I didn't actually promise anything." Astoria's eyes narrowed in outrage, but Narcissa cut her tirade off before it could begin. "But I will allow you to orgasm, since you did such a good job." Astoria's mouth closed and her shoulders relaxed, but she wasn't going to be pleased for long. "The only issue is that we don't have time right now. I'm expected at Harry's shortly, and the last thing I need is to make a bad impression on him and your sister by showing up late."
"But what about me?" Astoria demanded. "When do I get to cum?"
"I could take care of you tomorrow, I suppose," Narcissa said. Astoria shook her head immediately, just as Narcissa expected her to. "But if it's so important to you to orgasm tonight, you can come back over here around midnight. I'll allow you to orgasm as many times as you like, all while I describe every last detail of my night with Harry and your sister."
Astoria frowned and shook her head. "I can't," she said. "Draco is home, and he'll notice if I'm not there."
"I guess you don't want to cum as badly as you claim to then," Narcissa said, shrugging. She turned away from her daughter in law and walked towards the floo so she could make her way to Black Manor, where satisfaction, exhaustion and humiliation all awaited her.
"Since you need to make Draco believe that you still work as closely with Harry as he thought you did during the affair, for as long as you're in my home tonight, you can edge yourself, take ten minute breaks in between each denied orgasm and then start up again. Make sure you don't slack off; you need to really try to exhaust yourself just as much as I'm going to be exhausted by Harry tonight. In fact, let's make it a requirement. At least two hours of edging need to occur tonight for you to earn a pinch of floo powder so you can leave, just to ensure that you get somewhere at least close to as long as Harry is going to use me."
Astoria just stared at her sullenly, and Narcissa knew that she was feeling many emotions, none of them positive. She was frustrated that she was still going to have to wait longer for her own satisfaction, angry at Narcissa for denying it to her again, and jealous that her mother in law was about to get fucked by the man who had been hers first. (Well, he'd never truly been hers, not like he was Daphne's now, but she doubted Astoria would see it that way.)
"Okay, I'm off," Narcissa said, giving Astoria a cheeky wave. "Perhaps I'll see you here, if you're desperate enough, and I can tell you all about what sex with Harry and your older sister is like."
She tossed a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and called out her destination clearly, feeling excited, horny and even a little nervous as to what might await her when Harry got his hands on her. He'd treated her in a very different fashion this afternoon in his office. What would he be like with Daphne there? Would he pull himself back in so his girlfriend wouldn't see how aggressive and rough he could be? Or would he be even more forceful with her? Maybe he would want to show Daphne what he cold do. Knowing her, she might even egg him on.
"Black Manor!" Narcissa called, leaving her daughter in law behind to stew in her own impotence as she prepared herself for what promised to be a night she was not going to forget any time soon.