Harry and Daphne were waiting for Narcissa as soon as she stepped out of the floo and into Black Manor proper. Daphne wore a smirk on her face, and Narcissa had a feeling she was about to flex her power here.
"Narcissa," Daphne said. "So good of you to join us."
"Even better of you to have me," Narcissa said, attempting to be gracious and humble. While she enjoyed rubbing her power in Astoria's face, she knew that the dynamics were very different here. "I appreciate you allowing me back into Harry's bed. I have to confess that I have been looking forward to this for some time."
"I know you have," Daphne said, "so we shouldn't waste any time, should we? Go ahead and strip so you can get what you're so desperate for."
"As you say." Narcissa inclined her head in Daphne's direction, deferring to her. Her instincts had been correct. Daphne was going to take every opportunity to remind Narcissa of who was responsible for this and who held the power here. It was a more overt show of dominance than she'd ever seen from Daphne; it felt more at home with the personality of her younger sister. How ironic that the younger, more arrogant and manipulative Greengrass daughter was under Narcissa's thumb (and by her own request, even!) but the older sister, the one who didn't show nearly as much interest in trying to amass power in pureblood society, had power over Narcissa and was lording it over her.
She had no problem with ceding to Daphne's instruction though, and not just because she'd expected to be a follower rather than a leader as soon as she stepped through the floo. There was also the little fact that Daphne was completely correct in saying that she was desperate for what was to come.
As much as she liked to taunt Astoria, she could completely understand why her daughter in law was so upset about no longer having access to Harry's cock. She'd been counting down the days until she would be back in Harry's bed once again, and so she was more than eager to pull off her fancy figure-hugging robes and strip down to her bra and knickers no more than a minute after stepping out of the floo. She carefully folded the robes up and placed them on a table near the floo so they would be there for her to change back into before she went back home, which hopefully wouldn't happen for several hours.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" she asked. She could see the way Harry was eyeing her in the lacy green underwear she'd worn tonight, and she couldn't wait for him to pull it off of her.
"No," Daphne said immediately, to Narcissa's surprise and disappointment. She wanted to get on with this as soon as possible, and wasn't fond of any delays. But maybe that was the point. Maybe Daphne had her take her robes off right away and let her think she'd get immediate satisfaction only to rip it away from her.
"I'm sorry; I believed you wished to begin immediately," Narcissa said, keeping calm. "I apologize if I have overstepped my bounds."
"It's not that," Daphne said, shaking her head. "We'll spend enough time in the bedroom later, but first I'd like to see for myself that you have indeed honored your end of our bargain."
"Of course," Narcissa said, nodding. Her hands went behind her back to the hooks of her bra, and she slowly pulled it off and set it aside, making sure it landed on top of her folded-up robes for easy access later on. That done, she stood with her hands at her sides and allowed both Harry and Daphne to examine her topless form.
"How lovely," Daphne said with a grin. She was clearly delighted by Narcissa's nipple piercings, though the older woman wondered if her delight was because of how they looked on her or because of what they represented. The piercings were emblematic of the bargain they'd struck and the power Daphne held over her.
Harry said nothing, but he couldn't look away from her chest. This wasn't the first time he'd seen them of course; he'd gotten a sneak peek earlier that very afternoon. That had been quick and hurried though, as they'd needed to fit their fun in during working hours for him. There was no need to rush now though, as they had all the time in the world. He could stare at her tits for hours as far as Narcissa was concerned.
Having seen the way he reacted to Pansy and her pierced nipples, she felt quite pleased when she determined that he appeared even more spellbound with hers. That would have to be something she playfully teased Pansy about the next time the two of them got together to have fun with Astoria.
"Yes, those suit you so well," Daphne said. She left Harry's side and walked to stand in front of Narcissa, who flinched only slightly when the younger blonde cupped her large breasts and ran her fingers across the piercings. "They're rather slutty, don't you think? And just imagine if someone else was to notice them! You're risking quite a lot just to get some cock, former Lady Malfoy. I guess that just goes to show how desperate you are for a hard cock?"
"Not just any cock," Narcissa said, returning her smile. Oddly she wasn't offended by the things Daphne was saying to her. Had they come from her younger sister Narcissa's reaction would have been very different, but coming from Daphne it felt more playful as opposed to genuinely trying to disparage Narcissa as Astoria would have done (and as Narcissa routinely did to Astoria, to be fair.) "Harry's cock. He's quite special, as I'm sure I don't need to tell you."
"No, you don't," Daphne agreed. She continued to play with her tits, focusing on the pierced nipples, and Narcissa bit her lip to keep from reacting. It had started out gently but had become progressively rougher and rougher, and it was now at the point that it was rougher than anything she had ever experienced. She was on the verge of even telling Daphne it was too rough and asking her to ease up, but she didn't know how she would react or if it might lead to a premature end to her evening, so she held her silence.
"Dinner is soon," Daphne said, releasing Narcissa's breasts at last. She didn't even have time to be relieved at the pressure going away before Daphne had her bent over the arm of the couch. Narcissa gasped but didn't struggle, because she had a feeling this might be a prelude to her getting what she really wanted. That feeling intensified when Daphne's hands yanked her knickers down and let them fall around her ankles. "You'd better use her quickly, Harry, otherwise the elves are never going to let you in the kitchen to finish cooking."
"Yeah, they'd love to take control of that, wouldn't they?" Harry said with a chuckle. Narcissa couldn't see him, bent over the arm of the couch as she was, but the rustling she heard behind her seemed to indicate that he was taking off the muggle clothes he preferred to wear in private and was moments away from giving her what she'd been waiting for.
Narcissa was already wet from the sheer anticipation of having Harry's cock back inside of her at long last. That was very fortunate, because Harry took his girlfriend's warning to heart. He entered her roughly, and if she hadn't been looking forward to this so damn much it would have been quite painful. It was still a lot to take in even with her excitement.
That was just the beginning though, Showing that it had not just been a hurried and impatient entry, Harry was just as rough with her as he started to move. His hips smacked against her from behind and he thrust in deeply each time. Narcissa grunted with every slap of flesh on flesh. It was good. Admittedly it was even faster and harder than she'd thought it might be based on the things he'd said to her that afternoon, but in her mind it was worth it so long as she got what she'd been missing.
"Harder," Daphne said. "Fuck her harder, Harry."
As before, Harry listened to his girlfriend's request and sped up the rocking of his hips. Narcissa had to grab onto the arm of the couch for some sense of balance as Harry absolutely pounded her. He had never fucked her this hard before, and from the noises Daphne was making she clearly approved.
"More," she breathed. "Keep going; I want to see what you can really do."
Narcissa yelped as Harry dug deeper and fucked her harder still. She wondered if he'd ever fucked anyone other than Astoria this hard before; somehow she doubted it. It still wasn't enough for Daphne though.
"That's right, keep going," Daphne encouraged. "Fuck her. Fuck her as hard as you can. I know you've been holding back with me, at least a little bit, after you left me sore enough during that first week that one day all I could do was suck your cock."
That was an interesting revelation, but Narcissa didn't have much time to contemplate it as Harry continued to give her a relentless shag over the arm of the couch in his sitting room. She'd anticipated a night on bottom, but this was exceeding her expectations as far as that went.
"That's why you're here, you know," Daphne said to Narcissa. "I'm not sure if you were being honest when you came to me or if you were just being selfish and trying to make sure your own needs were met, but either way you were right. As much as I loved being fucked that hard, I knew I couldn't keep taking that on all by myself, not if I wanted to have any chance of keeping him satisfied. I doubt anyone could. And so here we are."
And so here we are, Narcissa echoed inside of her head. This easily blew away anything he'd ever given her before. It was even harder than he normally fucked Astoria. She'd maybe seen him shag her daughter in law this hard once or twice, and only when she'd done something to really get on his nerves and bring out his aggression. Once again she was reminded of what he'd said to her that afternoon, but only now did she fully understand what it had meant.
There was no romance here, not that she'd expected any. There had never been romance between them, but there had always been a bit more care, a bit more consideration for her limits and how much she could take than there had been for Astoria. She truly was here to be used, plain and simple. And with Astoria no longer around to serve as a daily outlet for him to get rough with whenever he had the urge, his dominant and aggressive side was being increasingly bottled up. Despite Daphne's best efforts to be what he needed in the bedroom, he obviously wasn't getting as rough with her as he did with her sister. Now it fell on Narcissa to be the target of his baser desires and the recipient of the hardest fucking he could give out, only it was less frequent than it had been with Astoria and so he had even more to unleash.
For most women this would have been far too rough to be enjoyable. Even Narcissa herself probably would not have been able to handle this the first time she offered herself to Harry. But now, after going far too long without him and craving his cock inside of her, having her face shoved into the couch and her body rocked against the arm as her body was used like a tool turned Narcissa on in ways that her previous self surely would have found appalling.
She came around his cock, and came hard. It could have just been her mind playing tricks on her, but to her it felt like it might very well be the hardest and most intense orgasm he'd ever given her (and obviously the hardest of her life if so, since no one else had ever come close to making her feel the way he did.) She moaned into the cushion of the couch as her body shook through its climax.
Harry kept fucking her through her orgasm, but at the pace he was shagging her it was no surprise that it was only another couple of minutes before he was near the end himself. Narcissa didn't need to be told that he was close. It might have been awhile but she'd been fucked by him often enough to recognize the sounds and tells of Harry's coming orgasm. Daphne could obviously stay the same. She might be newer to Harry's bed, but she'd had him all to herself for a bit now and so had been given plenty of time to come to know his sexual habits at least as well as Narcissa did, if not better.
"Pull her up off of the couch, Harry," Daphne said. "I think she deserves your cum somewhere else, don't you?"
Narcissa wasn't kept waiting long to find out what exactly Daphne and Harry had in mind. With his girlfriend's approval, Harry had Narcissa down on her knees in front of him in short order. His hand went to his cock and stroked it quickly, and she knew he would be coming any second now.
"Do it," Daphne said. "Give it to her. Shoot it across her face."
That was just what Harry did a few seconds later. Narcissa closed her eyes, not out of shame but out of self-preservation. He was welcome to shoot his cum across her face if that was what he (and Daphne) wanted to do, but she needed to make sure it didn't get in her eyes. It was a sound decision, because she felt a significant amount of semen hit her in the forehead and then lower, down around the nose. He kept going from there, giving her a shot on the cheek.
"There's no way I'm letting those tits stay clean, not after you went to all the trouble of improving them for me," he said. That was immediately followed by a couple of spurts across her chest, one for each breast. All three of them were breathing heavily by the time he was finally finished cumming.
"Oh, that looks fabulous," Daphne said. "You've never looked better, Narcissa."
Narcissa wiped her hand across her eyes to clear away anything that might have accumulated there, and then she blinked them open and allowed both Harry and his lover to see her.
"Thank you," she said, noting the way Daphne's grin widened. That was exactly why she said it, of course. If they wanted her to be their whore, their plaything, that's the role Narcissa would play. So long as it allowed her consistent access to Harry, she would subject herself to this and much more.
"Now that the fun is over with, at least for the moment, you should probably go and finish dinner now," Daphne said to Harry.
"Right you are, love," he said. He looked down at Narcissa, still covered in his cum, and gave her a little smirk. "I hope you enjoyed round one, Cissy." That he called it round one enflamed Narcissa's desire all over again. Merlin, how she'd missed this!
She watched Harry walk towards the kitchen, and then looked up at Daphne expectantly. She'd remained on her knees, not wanting to get up, put any of her clothes back on or even wipe the cum off of her face until Daphne told her to do so. If she was going to commit to being used by them in order to get the satisfaction she needed, she might as well go all the way with it.
"As for you? Follow me," Daphne said. She set off for the kitchen herself, and Narcissa got up and followed her.
Harry was bent over and stirring a pot when they walked into the kitchen, but Daphne went the other way. She went over and pulled out a seat at the kitchen table, and Narcissa followed along. Once Daphne was settled in her seat she pointed underneath the table and looked at Narcissa meaningfully.
Narcissa nodded her head, understanding what was being asked of her and complying without a second thought. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled underneath the table, settling in between Daphne's spread legs just as she'd so clearly been telling her.
Daphne was the only one of them who hadn't taken any of her clothes off, and interestingly she did not remove her muggle skirt even now. Instead she simply pulled her knickers down and held the skirt up to bare her pussy for Narcissa.
Narcissa hadn't been sure what exactly Daphne would ask of her today, but she'd been prepared for the possibility of servicing her and was not opposed to the idea. She went to work quickly, rubbing Daphne's labia with her fingers and giving her a few experimental licks to warm her up before moving on to heavier and more concentrated techniques.
"Did you have to threaten the elves with socks again to get your spot in the kitchen back?" Daphne asked. Narcissa felt slightly affronted that Daphne was attempting to carry on a casual conversation with her lover even while she used her mouth and fingers to please her, but saw this as the challenge it was clearly intended to be. She would just have to try harder, and sooner or later she'd break through the façade and force Daphne to acknowledge her.
"Of course," Harry said, laughter in his voice. "You know how they are. If I ever leave a meal unattended for more than thirty seconds, there they are."
"A good thing you finished using your slut so quickly," Daphne said, carrying on even as Narcissa slid a finger inside of her and started to lash her tongue across her clit in firm clockwise swipes.
"Yes, it was an enjoyable few minutes," Harry said. He had to have known what was happening underneath the table at that very moment, but he didn't show it in his voice at all. "She's really good for taking the edge off."
Harry and Daphne continued their conversation, moving on to discuss work gossip as well as tonight's dinner and what they might eat the next day, but Narcissa ignored all of it. They might as well have been speaking Gobbledegook for as far as she knew, because she focused only on her job underneath the table. She was bound and determined to make it impossible for Daphne to carry on this conversation as normal, and she wouldn't stop until she accomplished that and forced the elder Greengrass daughter to acknowledge how good a job she was doing.
Eventually, with a combination of a curling finger brushing against her g spot and her lips sucking on her clit, Narcissa did what she set out to do. Daphne was unable to pretend this was some casual conversation any longer, and her little chat with Harry broke off. He continued working on the dinner in silence, and Daphne moaned her way to a climax.
It was a bit strange to think of herself as a victor, down on her knees and pleasing another woman until she squirted on her face, but Narcissa loved making Daphne break. It was ultimately Daphne who held the power here, and that wouldn't change, but at least Narcissa had proven she could hold her own around here and give Daphne pleasure.
"You can come up now," Daphne said, giving Narcissa a pat on the top of the head. She crawled out from underneath the table and saw Daphne smiling at her. "I can see that Harry chose well. You'll make a fine plaything for both of us. Obviously Harry has no problem making use of you, but it's nice to know you have the ability to satisfy me as well."
Narcissa smiled wryly, realizing that there hadn't really been any way for her to emerge a victor in that situation. If she'd failed Daphne could have taunted her for her lack of skill and threatened to find someone else, and Daphne hadn't had any trouble turning her success into something to lord over her too.
"I am happy I could take care of you," she said. If she couldn't achieve even a small and meaningless victory, she might as well lean into her role as the subservient member of this trio.
"I'm sure you are," Daphne said, chuckling and shaking her head. "Now go ahead and take a seat while we wait for Harry to finish preparing dinner."
"Are you sure?" Narcissa asked, looking between the chair and her naked, cum-covered body skeptically. "Aren't I a little dirty for that?"
"Chairs can be cleaned easily enough," Daphne said, shrugging. "Besides, I like you better like this. I'd like to see you eat your meal just like this; naked and with both of our cum all over you."
Narcissa took her seat, feeling humiliated to sit at the kitchen table with her face and breasts sticky with cum, but undeniably turned on as well. Was she already caught in the same web that Astoria was, loving what she most certainly should not even without a vow forcing her to be involved?
She saw a slight twitch in Daphne's face. It was subtle; far subtler than the reaction would have been from Astoria. She knew what it meant though. Daphne was surprised that she'd actually done it, and unless she was mistaken she was also aroused by it.
The two of them sat there like that for a few minutes until Harry walked towards the table, three plates of food and a big bowl of salad floating through the air behind him before descending onto the table in the proper position for each of them.
"Okay, I think that's enough," he said. "Amusing as this has been, I'd really rather not eat dinner while looking across the table at a naked woman covered in my cum. Narcissa, you can go clean yourself up and get dressed."
Narcissa looked over at Daphne for a second, and when she said nothing she got up from her chair and nodded gratefully at him.
"Thank you," she said. While she would have done it, she was pleased he didn't make her sit there like that. She had a feeling he would have done so with Astoria, were their relationship still what it had been before he started dating her sister.
Daphne had stood up to put some salad on her plate, and as Narcissa made her way out of the kitchen she heard the smack of Harry's palm spanking his girlfriend's arse. Narcissa looked back and saw him smirking at Daphne.
"I assume you don't have any complaints?" he said, growling but with a playful smile on his face. Daphne just sighed and melted into him.
"No," she said into his shirt. "There's no problem at all."
Narcissa thought over what she'd just seen as she left the kitchen to retrieve her clothes. While Daphne had taken the lead at the start when she stepped out of the floo, what she'd just seen made it crystal clear that she did so only because Harry allowed her to do so. Their personal relationship was far more equitable, but when it came to their sex life Harry was clearly the dominant one.
After casting a cleaning charm and using water to clean the mess the couple had made of her face and breasts, Narcissa slipped her underwear back on and smoothed out her robes. When she walked back into the kitchen, Harry and Daphne were sitting next to each other at the table and smiling at each other. Their hands were clasped together on top of the table, and Narcissa was struck by how very vanilla it looked.
Romance and affection weren't things Narcissa was used to seeing from Harry, so it was something of a surprise for her. It brought on mixed emotions for Narcissa, who on one hand was pleased to see how taken he was with Daphne. The closer they got and the stronger their relationship grew, the less likely it became that Astoria would ever find her way back into Harry's bed. On the other hand she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that her own relationship with Harry was so far removed from the one he was developing with Daphne. Intellectually she'd always known that they would never truly be lovers in the truest sense; it was a bad idea for so many reasons. But seeing just how differently he acted towards her compared to Daphne still stung a bit.
Harry nodded when he saw Narcissa return to the kitchen. "Let's eat."
--
"Dinner was lovely, Harry," Narcissa said.
And it had been. She was shocked by how normal it had all been. Harry and Daphne had carried on as normal throughout the entire thing, speaking to her casually and discussing nothing remotely sexual despite it being the entire reason she was there. It wasn't what she had expected, but she admitted to herself that this return to normalcy, however brief it might have been, made the entire thing better. She could allow the intense arousal that came from being degraded, dominated and humiliated to wash over her in full, since at the end of the day they obviously didn't actually view her in such a way.
"It was," Daphne agreed. Her easy smile became something deeper and naughtier once the plates were floated away to be cleaned, and Narcissa knew that 'dessert' was going to be much less casual and easygoing than dinner had been. "So what's next?" she asked, looking to Harry for guidance. Once again Narcissa was reminded of who truly led in this relationship as far as their sex life was concerned.
"Narcissa can watch us fuck for a bit," Harry said, looking over at her to see how she reacted. She kept her face blank, not letting any reaction show. And frankly she wasn't sure how to feel anyway. She was looking forward to more sex with Harry, but after how rough he'd been with her the first time around, a few more minutes to recover wouldn't be the worst thing for her.
"Okay," Daphne said, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her out of the kitchen and towards the stairs that would lead to the master bedroom. "I'm still a bit tender though, so I can't take too much tonight."
"Of course," Harry said. "I'll take care of you, and then it'll be up to Narcissa to handle the rest. That's the entire reason she is here, after all. She's just going to watch until you're satisfied, which is the most important thing in my mind."
--
There had been a note on Astoria's bedroom door from Draco instructing her not to wake him as he had important business to take care of the following morning. She hadn't been disappointed by the note. Even if he wasn't asleep, she wouldn't have approached him even though he could have given her an orgasm. It was a bit stunning to realize that she was now more aroused by Narcissa than she was by her own husband. She didn't like what that said about her marriage or her desperation to find satisfaction now that she no longer had Harry to see to those needs.
She needed to cum, and Narcissa had dangled the option in front of her. She would have to swallow her pride and listen to the bitch gloat about her night with Harry and her sister, but it would be worth it if she finally got release.
She waited patiently (or not so patiently, perhaps), until her wand buzzed to indicate that it was now 1 o'clock in the morning and still there was no sign of Narcissa. She huffed, deciding that she needed to get some sleep. Otherwise she would wind up being even more irritable than she already was after waiting so long for Narcissa to show up, and that would inevitably lead to her snapping at someone at work and bringing a severe spanking onto herself.
Astoria took her wand in hand, straightened out her robes and tried to apparate back to Malfoy Manor, but blinked in surprise when her magic held her back. She was tired and sexually frustrated, but it shouldn't have impacted her that much. Then she recalled Narcissa's command to use the floo specifically, and after touching herself for two hours. She shook her head and walked towards the floo.
To her growing frustration, she could not make her arm move forward and throw the floo powder into the fireplace no matter how hard she tried. She realized belatedly that Narcissa told her that tonight she would get the ability to use the floo to leave for two hours of edging herself, and the vow was strictly enforcing her wording. She was stuck here until she'd fulfilled those terms.
Her hand slid between her legs, and she began to touch herself.
--
Astoria held one hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs with the other finally finished between her legs. Her task was finished at last, and she was done with her two hours of edging. She didn't bother trying to wipe away her frustrated tears.
She looked up when she heard the floo come to life, and Narcissa stumbled through. She looked more disheveled than usual, but she grinned in delight when she saw Astoria still there in her home at 3 in the morning.
"So you've swallowed your pride at last, have you, daughter?"
--
Narcissa laughed as Astoria explained the circumstances of what had happened and why she was still in her home at three in the morning. It was an error on her part, she could admit that privately, and she realized she was going to need to be careful with her wording when it came to the vow. She didn't apologize to Astoria though; she found the situation hilarious.
"Please make me cum!" Astoria begged. She was far beyond the point of trying to hang onto her pride, too desperate to cum to worry about appearances.
"I would love to," Narcissa said. "But sadly for you, it is three in the morning and Harry has only just finished using me incredibly roughly. Your sister fell asleep at midnight, and after that everything fell to me. On top of that, when he needed a rest earlier in the night, Daphne thoroughly tested my ability to please another woman." She could see the frustration welling in Astoria, and it was made all the better as she knew it was all completely true. There was no need to embellish the marathon sex session she'd just been through. "She invited me to sleep over afterwards, but I had to decline because I agreed to meet with Draco tomorrow."
Hearing that she'd been invited to stay over had to be frustrating for Astoria, who had never had that opportunity with Harry. That was exactly why Narcissa had thrown it in her face, obviously.
"I can't have my son thinking I was up all night, so we'll have to postpone." This was actually a perfectly legitimate excuse, and she honestly had not expected Harry to keep her out so long. She was exhausted and truly did need her rest for tomorrow. That didn't change her delight at how perfectly it had all worked out. Well, for her at least. It had gone horribly for Astoria.
"Then tomorrow after work!" Astoria groaned. She obviously was disappointed that she wouldn't get it tonight, but she seemed to realize that there was no winning that argument and so focused on setting another time instead. "You can spank me even if I don't actually earn one!"
"I am expected at Harry's tomorrow at 6 pm," Narcissa said. She saw Astoria deflate, but decided now was the time to dangle the carrot. "You'll be here tomorrow regardless, either for your spanking or for your pleasure. If you don't earn a spanking tomorrow, I will have time to give you what you need. But if I'm forced to take care of your punishment tomorrow, I won't have enough time to get you off. It's up to you to control yourself."
"Yes, yes!" Astoria agreed as she hurried back through the floo to get home before there was any chance of her absence being noted by her husband. "I can do that. As long as I don't have to deal with Parkinson coming by to rub it in my face again, I'll be fine."
Narcissa had a feeling that the last bit was supposed to be said to herself, but she heard it clear as day. She smiled and decided that she had enough time for one final task before she collapsed on her bed.
She wouldn't be able to make it into the Ministry tomorrow, she wrote in a note to Pansy, and it would be such a shame if Astoria wasn't checked on at some point during the day to make sure she was behaving appropriately.
--
"You know, if you keep flashing your knickers at me like that I'm going to be forced to drag you into the nearest private spot and have you take care of it."
"Promises, promises, Potter," Daphne said. "Would an icon and hero to children like you ever dare to do something so lewd in a public place, even in a non-magical area where people look at you as just another handsome young bloke out on an afternoon date with his girlfriend? I think not."
Daphne gave Harry a playful smile, and he knew right away that it wasn't going to be long before she orchestrated another chance to hit him with an upskirt shot. They were out in public, enjoying their Saturday by walking the streets in muggle London, but being in such a visible place wasn't going to deter Daphne. If anything it was going to make it even more fun for her to tease him.
But that was fine. When she inevitably teased him one more time, he would respond by making good on his promise. And there were few better ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than shagging his beautiful girlfriend.
They walked hand in hand through the streets, and when they rounded a corner there was a sudden flip of her skirt and her red knickers were right there for him to see. She looked back over her shoulder at him as if daring him to do something about it.
"You asked for it," he said. He dragged her behind a nearby boarded up shop and used his magic to push some heavy old cardboard signage into the middle of the alleyway, deterring anyone from walking the way they'd come. It wasn't a perfect solution that guaranteed them privacy, but the risk of potential discovery was half the fun.
"Now let's see you put that big mouth to work," he said.
She quickly kneeled in front of him on the grass, and he raised his eyebrow at her.
"You're going to do it clothed?" he said. "That's rather boring, isn't it?"
She smirked at him and pulled her top down before reaching out to free his cock from his trousers. Daphne pumped him in her hand and gave him a few teasing licks to get him ready, and after a quick look around to make sure no one else was nearby to see, she took his cock between her lips.
While Daphne had been more than happy to tease him out in public, there were definite differences in the blowjob she gave him now and the ones she so frequently gave in private. She wasn't nearly as loud or as messy about it, not wanting her slurps to draw a crowd and also not wanting to get drool or any other questionable substance on her skirt. That didn't mean she didn't give him a great blowjob though. Even if she was taking care not to make too much noise or get messy, between her bobbing head and the strokes of her smooth hand she still did a perfectly fine job of taking care of him. And the public nature of what they were doing certainly didn't hurt either. They both knew that even with the little barrier he'd put up, there was always that possibility that someone could walk by or hear something and decide to come and investigate, and that possibility, that element of danger added a little bit of extra spice to the blowjob.
Harry took care not to mess up her hair, but he did give a couple of thrusts of his hips towards the end, surprising her as a receipt for the little games she'd been playing all afternoon. He wasn't going to go out of his way to make her break, but he wasn't going to passively sit back with his hands behind his head either.
"Here it comes, Daphne," he said quietly, just in case anyone happened to be within earshot. "Better swallow it all if you don't want to make a mess of yourself."
One look into Daphne's amber eyes told him that she wouldn't be failing that challenge. She took his cock deeper and held him there as he came, and she made sure not to let a single drop of semen escape her lips. She swallowed as fast as he gave it to her, and only pulled her lips off of his cock once she was sure he was finished.
"Good job," he said, nodding down at her in approval. She drew her wand and cast a spell to clean her mouth, then cleaned him up as well.
"Was there ever any doubt?" she asked, smiling smugly as she tucked his cock back in and got up to her feet. Harry chuckled at her smugness. He'd been considering doing something to taunt her, and now that she was behaving in this way he decided to go through with it. He pointed his wand at her, and a few seconds later she gasped as her knickers vanished clean off of her body.
"There," he said. "Let's see if you're still so eager to pull that skirt up and flash me now." She shook her head and muttered under her breath, but he saw the small smile on her face as he moved the signage back to its original place and then took her hand so they could resume their walk.
She did flash him again that afternoon; several more times in fact. But she was noticeably more selective about it, only flipping up her skirt to tempt him with her bare arse and a hint of pussy when she was sure there was no risk of anyone else getting an unintentional glimpse.
--
"I know you don't have any legitimate reason for being here. You're just here to make my life hell, like always."
Astoria knew she was right, Narcissa had only dropped by the office in order to taunt her, get under her skin and hopefully irritate her into accumulating some additional spanks to be delivered as punishment that evening after she got off of work. She smirked at her in that way that never failed to make her daughter in law's blood boil..
"Do you really think I have nothing better to do with my time than come down here and get on your nerves?" Narcissa asked, feigning surprise and fooling no one. "Surely you don't think you're that important to me!"
"Am I not?" Astoria fired back. "Then what the hell did you come down here for, mother?" When Narcissa just stared at her silently, she shook her head and laughed without humor. "That's what I thought. If this is the only way you can find any enjoyment in your day, you really need to get a life. Having your husband locked up in Azkaban is no reason for you to butt into everyone else's lives."
Narcissa's smile didn't falter. "You need to be careful with your words, you know," she reminded her. "The charm is always listening, always ready to add more marks to your punishment."
That damn charm again! The most galling thing was that Narcissa was right; while her mother in law was free to run her mouth and insult her with impunity, Astoria had to watch what she said.
"It's hardly fair that you get to say whatever you want without having to worry about it, but I get punished even if I didn't start the argument and I'm only responding." She was just venting, just expressing her anger at her situation. She wasn't expecting anyone to do anything about it.
"You're right."
Astoria whipped around in her chair to see Harry standing in the doorway to his office, looking at them both seriously.
"Come into my office," he said. "Both of you."
Astoria didn't even look back at Narcissa. The vow compelled her to obey Harry's command, and though Narcissa was under no such compulsion she still heard the other woman's footsteps close behind her own as they joined Harry inside his office. He closed, locked and silenced the door with a wave of his hand, and Astoria's eyes locked on him just as she was sure Narcissa's were. He had a commanding presence when he was in the mood to assert himself, and Astoria could tell this was one of those times. She shivered in anxiety as well as excitement, responding to his power as she always did.
"When Astoria rejected the possibility of a more conventional disciplinary system and I put you in charge instead, I'm pretty damn sure I told you not to add any additional punishments," Harry said, frowning at Narcissa. For weeks now Astoria had been envious of Narcissa for enjoying Harry's attention while she went without, but this was one time she was relieved to not have his focus. He was mad. Though she hadn't expected it, he actually seemed to be taking her side on this.
"The vow has shown that she actually sees her punishment as sexual!" Narcissa blurted out in desperation. "She enjoys it, even!"
Harry stared at her silently for a moment, and Astoria could see the cracks in her mother in law's usually composed expression. She was worried, and it gave Astoria no small sense of satisfaction.
"I can believe that," Harry said eventually after a long silence. "I've certainly seen the way her tastes run." Narcissa visibly exhaled in relief, and try as she might to feel annoyed, it wasn't like Astoria could disagree. As humiliating and frustrating as it could be, this was who she was now. "But you still can't come around and try to antagonize Astoria into saying something to increase her punishment."
"I understand," Narcissa said, nodding. "You don't want her to be spanked excessively."
"It's not about excess." Harry shook his head. "As long as there isn't going to be any lasting damage, I don't have a problem with her receiving a large amount of spanks." He looked over at Astoria. "Merlin knows she's proven she can take them." Astoria smiled slightly. It was rather pathetic to be pleased at being complimented for being able to take a lot of spanks, but she would take whatever she could get these days, especially from Harry.
"The issue is that choosing to rile Astoria up so she acts out is against the spirit of the punishment," Harry said, looking back at Narcissa now. "In case you've forgotten, I gave you access to my private floo not just so you could come and go without raising eyebrows, but also so there wouldn't be a war of words between the two of you just outside my door practically every day."
"You're right," Narcissa said. "I'm sorry, and not just because I'm worried about being removed from your life. I'm also sorry because I could have made someone who has become my ally, and perhaps even something resembling a friend, look foolish."
Astoria wasn't sure if Narcissa was being honest or not. Her first instinct was always to not trust a single word that came out of her mother in law's mouth. It wasn't her opinion that mattered though; it was Harry's. And the way his eyebrows raised told Astoria that he believed her, and also was at least mildly surprised by what she'd just said.
"I accept your apology," Harry said, and the heat was gone from his voice now. "But accepting it doesn't mean that you aren't going to face some consequences for your actions, just like Astoria always has to. Since you came down here to try and make Astoria angry and increase her punishment for the end of the day, I think it's only fitting that today you will be getting all of the punishment Astoria would have otherwise earned."
"What?"! Narcissa was dismayed, but Astoria smiled broadly. Sweet justice! "I'm getting spanked today?!"
"Not just today," Harry said, shaking his head. "In fact I'm going to be disciplining you every day this week to match Astoria's punishments." Narcissa frowned, obviously unhappy, but she held her silence. Harry turned to Astoria now, and she felt lighter than she had in longer than she could remember. It was a far cry from what they'd had before he started dating her sister, but just having him stick up for her on this felt better than she could have expected.
"You're free from punishment today, unless you do something I can't overlook," he said, and Astoria nodded. "You'll be facing your regular punishment for the rest of the week though." He paused and bit his lip for a second, obviously thinking about something. "It feels like I'm maybe encouraging bad behavior from you with all of this, so let's say this. While Narcissa will face any punishment you yourself face this week, if you manage to go any day this week without receiving any punishment, or even earn yourself a reward, Narcissa will be spanked based on that too."
"If that's what I get for not receiving any punishment, what do I get for earning a reward?" she asked, curious to see what he would offer her. She knew it was too much to hope for that he would give her the same thing he had that one day early on in this process, what felt like a lifetime ago at this point. A night of having him all to herself and under her control was not something she could reasonably expect anymore, not now that he was remaining faithful to her sister. She knew nothing he could give her would match that, but she could only hope that he could offer something that would make her feel a bit better about things.
"Your reward, should you earn it, is that you'll be the one to give her the spanking."
Astoria felt sure that she hadn't smiled this wide in months, While nothing could make up for no longer having Harry's cock, this was a very nice reward. Finally, it would be her in control, her taking Draco's bitchy mother over her knee and spanking her arse red! She grinned at Narcissa, who was frowning deeply while looking at Harry. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but she thought better of it. That was a smart decision on her part; Astoria knew from experience that arguing wouldn't have done anything but dig her a deeper hole. Once Harry had made up his mind on a course of action he could be incredibly stubborn about being talked out of it,
"If I hear or see any phrase that you could be directing at her in the future, I'll be getting the context from you," he said. "The vow will force the truth out. As for you," he continued, turning back to Narcissa once again, "going forward from this week, if you aren't intelligent and subtle enough in your goading that it's unreasonable to think that Astoria could ignore the words no matter who they came from, you'll be taking her place again on those days." Narcissa nodded in silent acknowledgement.
"You can go now," he said to Astoria. "You can take a long lunch outside the building today if you like. Come back in, say, an hour and a half, and return with anything you'd like to be used on Narcissa during her punishment."
Astoria nodded and left his office, wearing an honest smile on her face for the first time in a long time.
--
"Is how you're treating Astoria how you want Daphne to treat you?"
Narcissa fought her wince at the probing question from Harry as soon as the door closed behind Astoria and he reapplied the locking and silencing charms.
"That's different," she said. "Daphne and I have always had a cordial relationship. Astoria and I have never gotten along." He just rolled his eyes, not that she could blame him. It was a weak defense and she knew it.
"That doesn't answer my question," he said. "Is this how we should treat you going forward? Because we could, you know."
"I'm not as slutty as Astoria." It was another weak response.
"Aren't you?" Harry asked, making it very clear that he did not believe her. "Tell you what: bend over right now and show me whether you're wearing knickers or not. If you are, I'll accept that you're right and let it drop. If not, well, you've just proved my point."
"I am," she said calmly, hoping that she could be convincing enough that he would take her at her word. He knew her too well. She'd foregone her knickers today, hoping she would be able to entice him into some afternoon fun in the office. He laughed and shook his head, not fooled in the least.
"Prove it," he said. She hesitated, knowing the game was up but refusing to admit defeat just yet.
"You can take my word for it," she said, trying to slip back into the role of Lady Malfoy, the aristocratic pureblood on Lucius's arm who turned up her nose at everyone and everything.
"Sure," he said with a shrug. "I could do that. But if you can prove to me that you're not becoming a desperate little slut, I'll talk to Daphne and see if I can convince her to have you two dominate me one evening, as equals."
Narcissa stared at him, absorbing what he'd just said. A night of not only being treated as Daphne's equal, but being able to dominate Harry with her? And he was a man of his word too; no one could question that. He'd even let Astoria have full control over him for a night early on in the vow, when their relationship leaned far more towards hatred than towards, well, whatever the hell it had been before Daphne entered the picture. It was something Astoria still taunted her with on occasion. There wasn't much she could lord over Narcissa sexually, especially these days when Narcissa was a welcome guest in Harry's and Daphne's bed while Astoria was left out in the cold, but that one night of dominance over Harry was something she had never experienced for herself.
Sadly, he was right; she didn't have knickers on. That didn't mean she couldn't be sneaky and try to fool him. She covertly slid her wand into her hand behind her back and whispered a spell to conjure a pair. They appeared in her hand, safely out of his view, and she hid her smile. All that remained now was to try to somehow wiggle them on without him noticing. Harry chuckled and nonverbally summoned the knickers out of her hand and over to him before she could even react. Merlin, but he was fast!
"You know I'm a highly respected auror, right?" Harry said, dangling the knickers around on his finger. "Nice try on the quiet casting, but using magic that close to me was incredibly simple for me to sense." He held the knickers closer to his face and laughed. "And even if you had somehow been able to perform that conjuration and slip them on without me noticing, I would have been able to tell as soon as I saw them. You wouldn't be caught dead wearing a pair of knickers that looked like this. They're clearly a rushed conjuration."
"Fine," she said, sighing. "You caught me." Obviously she wasn't going to succeed in fooling him and making him live up to his promise today; that was something she would just have to revisit some other day.
"Of course I did," he said. "And here's your punishment." He cast a spell on her, and though she thought the motion looked familiar she could not place the strange feeling that shot through her body. "That is an orgasm denial spell, but I'm guessing you're already familiar with that, aren't you?"
She stared at him, speechless. Had he really just used this spell on her; the very same spell she'd been using to such frustrating effectiveness on Astoria? Was this just a coincidence, or had she told him?
"I know you're playing some kind of game with punishment and denial," he said. "That's easy enough to tell, especially with how you came down here to try and antagonize her today. So as your true punishment for goading Astoria, I'm going to leave this on you for the rest of the day. If Daphne asks this evening, you're going to tell her the truth."
"The truth?" she said, alarmed. Having the spell on her for the rest of the day was bad enough, but telling all to Daphne? Was he insane?
"Not the entire truth, obviously," he said, rolling his eyes. "But you will tell her about how you came in and were obnoxious and rude to Astoria for no reason and about how her sister did a reasonable job of trying to remain civil. She'll know that everything I do to you today is being done because I'm trying to keep the peace in my place of work—a peace you are actively trying to disrupt."
--
Harry continued swinging the paddle and smacking Narcissa's arse, ignoring her yelps as he held true to his word and gave her every single spank that otherwise would have been Astoria's at the end of the day. He held nothing back either. He was paddling her bum every bit as hard as he would have back when it was him who was in charge of punishing Astoria. He'd never seen Narcissa's pale arse so red, and there was no doubt in his mind that she'd never been spanked like this in her life. He could hear her hitching breaths, and they told him how much of a struggle this was for her. Unlike Astoria, she wasn't used to being swatted like this.
"This is only fair," he said, bringing the paddle down onto Narcissa's sore arse again and again. "After all that you've done to try and make this harder on Astoria, it's fitting that you feel what she's been feeling."
He did not bother mentioning that Astoria had repeatedly come into his office throughout the day and said a bunch of phrases and used words that she knew would lead to a large accumulation of spanks added to the tally. She'd smiled at him as she did so, showing that she wasn't angry and didn't mean any of them, and she'd also made sure the door was closed and no one else could hear her and get offended. It was an obvious violation of the spirit of the rules, especially after he'd just berated Narcissa for deliberately trying to goad Astoria into increasing her punishment, but Harry let it slide for today. Turnabout was fair play, and after all of the games Narcissa had played to torture Astoria this seemed more than fair. Narcissa herself had a pretty good idea of what had happened too, as he'd allowed her to look at the parchment that automatically tracked all of Astoria's infractions and included the context of them. She'd frowned in obvious frustration, but she hadn't said anything. Likely she knew that he believed she deserved this.
"I believe your regret earlier was genuine," he said in between spanks. "That earned you some leniency as far as your position in my life, and in Astoria's. But you really need to understand that both of those arrangements are supposed to be enjoyable for everyone."
His office was mostly silent as he continued to spank her. Only the smack of paddle on flesh and Narcissa's quiet sobbing could be heard, at least until Harry took another pause to talk to her.
"I'm well aware that you've always known why Astoria's vow has never worn off," he said. "Right from that first night I could tell that you knew. The vow is still in effect because Astoria enjoyed what was happening to her and preferred it to whatever Draco does or doesn't do with her. In my eyes she has already served more than her share of punishment for her part in Draco's activities."
"Then why did you continue to punish her?" Narcissa asked, sniffling.
"After a while it wasn't about punishing her anymore," he admitted. "Instead it was about using her for my own satisfaction. I have a feeling Hermione would tell me I should feel guilty about that if she knew, and maybe I would have, but it was something she enjoyed too, so who was really getting hurt?"
"Draco," Narcissa mumbled. He chuckled.
"I guess that's true, but I don't much care about him," he said bluntly. "He deserves all of this as far as I'm concerned. As for Astoria, since she doesn't seem to want to be free of all of this, I'm going to try and make her into a better person. That's something you might want to consider trying with Draco, even though I think that's a lost cause personally."
He went back to spanking her, delivering the final dozen spanks, six across each cheek, each as hard as any that had come before it. Narcissa's body shook and she took shaky breaths as he finally finished with the rather high amount of spanks that Astoria had earned today. Harry put the paddle away and pulled off his work robes.
"A certain amount of sexual teasing and frustration isn't bad, especially with Astoria's personality," he said while pulling his cock out of his boxers. "But if you can't make it enjoyable for her and keep her satisfied, I'll release her from your control. Maybe I'll even release her from the vow itself if I can't find a suitable replacement, because I'm well beyond the point of trying to punish Astoria here. I just wanted her to have something to distract her from the fact that I'm dating her sister, and since she asked for this and Draco obviously wasn't going to step up and satisfy his wife, I allowed it. But if you're not going to give her what she needs, she doesn't need you."
Narcissa was still sniffling and shaking from the rough spanking, but Harry wasn't finished with her yet. He was in the mood to really drive this point home in hopes that she would take it seriously, and he knew how he was going to do that. It was time to show her how rough he could really be.
He took slight mercy on her by using his magic to clean and lubricate her first, but that was as close to tenderness as he came. She gasped when she felt the spell, knowing what it meant. But when she tried to wiggle her hips and make him slide into her pussy rather than her arse, he spanked her already red bum hard, showing her that he didn't need the paddle to make a point.
"Don't get cute," he said. "I'm in control here, and if you thought I was rough on you before, you're about to find out just how wrong you were."
He put one hand on her hip and the other pushed on the back of her head, holding her down bent over his desk and helpless to do anything about what was coming next. She'd had her fun controlling and teasing and antagonizing Astoria; now it was time for her to be on the other end of such a scenario. He'd already cast the orgasm denial spell on her, and it would remain on for the rest of the day, but this would make her feel even less in control.
Harry didn't just bugger Narcissa; he fucked her arse hard. He pounded her body against the desk, pushing his cock deep into her and not caring in the least whether she was comfortable or not. He struggled to remember the last time he'd buggered someone this hard. Astoria was the only one who could have even come close, but had he ever buggered even her this hard? He supposed he probably did at some point, particularly early on into the vow when he still didn't think much of her as a person, but it felt like it had been ages since he'd had anal sex that was this forceful and unrestrained.
Narcissa's hand reached between her legs in an effort to play with herself. Harry almost let her do it just because the orgasm denial spell would render it an ultimately unrewarding diversion, but he slapped her hand away just before she could reach her target. Orgasm or no orgasm, this was just one more way for him to drive her submissive position home.
He didn't last long, but he didn't try to either. He'd gone all day without sex, which admittedly was something he'd gradually gotten used to again once he stopped fooling around with Astoria, but he'd been looking forward to this since he caught Narcissa without knickers. It was probably fortunate for Narcissa that he wasn't in the mood to try and prolong it, because he could see how much these few minutes of rough buggering had taken out of her. He came inside of her arse, giving her a final smack as he did so. It wasn't nearly as hard as any that had come before it; it was more of a love tap than anything else. Ironic, considering the way he'd just used her had been anything but loving or gentle.
"I told Daphne about the entire conversation earlier," he said after they were done. She shot him an alarmed look, and he chuckled. "Not everything, obviously. I left Astoria's discipline out of it, but she does know that you've been causing trouble for me around here. She's very excited. All sorts of ideas are already popping into her head on how to punish you."
Narcissa nodded, seemingly deep in thought as she cleaned herself up and got dressed. She was nowhere near as composed as she'd been when she returned to his office via his private floo for her punishment, but she'd recovered at least a little bit from the rough spanking and the equally rough buggering that had followed it. When she finally spoke, it was to ask a question he hadn't really been expecting.
"What would it take to get what you offered earlier?" she asked. When he just cocked his head at her in confusion, she elaborated. "When you challenged me to prove I was wearing knickers? You said if I was, you'd try and talk Daphne into a night of the two of us dominating you together as equals."
Harry snorted. "I brought that up too. She approved of it for that situation, but it's likely to take something really special. I doubt she's going to be quite so generous in the future now."
--
"Have a good punishment?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes when she stepped out of her floo and found Astoria sitting right there waiting for her. She couldn't say she was surprised though. After day after day of rubbing her own control in Astoria's face, she knew the younger woman wouldn't wait long before returning the favor now that the shoe was finally on the other foot. She hadn't known for sure that it would come as immediately as this, but it wasn't a shock.
"I'm not sure why you're here," Narcissa said. "As you've already pointed out, I took your punishment in your stead today. And as I'm sure I don't need to remind you, Harry is far stronger than I am."
"Yes, I remember," Astoria said, smiling fondly while she no doubt recalled some of the times Harry had spanked her. Narcissa wondered whether she was skipping ahead to the rough fuck that usually followed such a spanking, or if she was so desperate that even thinking about the spanking itself was enough to put that smile on her face.
"So why exactly are you here?" Narcissa asked. "Did you come solely to taunt me, or did you actually need something?"
"I came to get the orgasm you owe me," she said, and her good mood evaporated quickly while her frustration shone through. "You keep finding excuses to deny me. One day it's because you're too tired, the next day it's because you're expected at Harry's and the next day it's because you have some last minute meeting you only just now remembered. So what's the excuse going to be today? How are you going to make sure I go home without being satisfied this time?"
Narcissa was all set to deny her and send her on her way. She truthfully was exhausted; Harry had just gotten through with her punishment and the unyielding buggering that had followed it, and she badly wanted to fling her robes off, crawl into her soft bed and let her sore body rest.
But it wasn't just the physical reminders of Harry's discipline that had stuck with her. If anything his words had left an even greater imprint on Narcissa.
"A certain amount of sexual teasing and frustration isn't bad, especially with Astoria's personality," he'd said. "But if you can't make it enjoyable for her and keep her satisfied, I'll release her from your control."
As with most other things, she knew he would be a man of his word when it came to this. She'd been toying with Astoria, relishing her control over the daughter in law she'd been at odds with for so long, and it had come back to bite her. She'd noticed something building between Harry and Astoria, some deeper feeling that went beyond pure sex. It was a major part of the reason why she'd been so desperate to introduce him to Daphne; she feared what might happen if Astoria's affair with Harry was allowed to continue.
She had convinced herself that Harry wouldn't mind and would possibly even support her efforts, especially since everything she'd seen so far had her convinced that Astoria found the edging and the humiliation arousing on some level. If she truly hated it so much and couldn't stand it any longer, wouldn't she just have gone to Harry and asked him to remove the part of the vow that pertained to Narcissa?
But Harry didn't see it that way, and given what she'd observed between them she probably should have seen it coming. Aside from that, he had a point. Even if Astoria was willing to put up with all of the teasing and humiliation she and Pansy threw at her because she was so lonely and starved for affection that this was the best she could do, eventually it wouldn't be enough. If they continued to tease her and edge her and humiliate her without any form of release, day after day and week after week, the orgasm denial spell always in place to prevent her from getting satisfaction, it would inevitably blow up in all of their faces. Astoria might do something rash, and even if Narcissa was confident in her ability to handle herself should it come to that, the greater concern was what it might mean for her relationship with Harry.
Harry was right. While she enjoyed the games she played with Astoria, and she wasn't going to end them, there needed to be a payoff. Teasing and edging eventually needed to lead to satisfaction, at least every once in a while.
"I'm not," she said. When Astoria just looked at her blankly, sure she had misunderstood her, Narcissa nodded. "Follow me. Let's go into my room, and I'll get you off."
Astoria's eyes widened, and hope lit up her face for a moment before her face became guarded and she looked at Narcissa warily. She was waiting for the next trick, the next excuse, the next reason to deny her what she'd been promised and teased and tempted with time and time again. To prove her point, Narcissa slowly slid her wand into her hand and removed the orgasm denial charm from Astoria. She couldn't remove it from herself, and even if she could she didn't think she would. Skirting Harry's punishment like that would only incite him. Besides, tonight wasn't about her.
Astoria gasped as she felt the effects of the counter-spell wash over her. "Did you just…?"
"I took it off," Narcissa said, nodding. "Not permanently; just until I've given you an orgasm. It'll go back on once we're done, but I think you've earned a bit of release by now. Now follow me."
Narcissa slowly walked to her bedroom. She didn't move slowly for drama or to draw out the tension for Astoria; she walked gingerly because she was still feeling Harry's rough use of her. Astoria followed right on her heels, obviously impatient, but Narcissa opted not to tease her for it. She'd been teased enough, at least for now. It was time for the teasing to stop temporarily.
"You can go ahead and take your…" Narcissa turned around to see that Astoria was one step ahead of her. She'd vanished her robes, her bra and her knickers off of her body and was standing and staring at Narcissa impatiently. "Never mind," she said with a smirk. "Get down on the bed then."
Astoria hurried over, crawled onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Narcissa shed her robes for comfort more than anything else, but kept her bra on. She was still going without knickers; Harry was right about that hastily conjured pair being something she wouldn't be caught dead in.
"Come on, come on!" Astoria whined as Narcissa slowly walked over to the bed.
"I know you've been waiting for this for quite some time, but you'll have to give me a moment," Narcissa said. "I did just go through the hardest spanking I've ever received in my life, in case you'd forgotten."
She hadn't, of course. It was supposed to have been hers, and Narcissa knew Astoria had gone out of her way to inflate the number of spanks that were on the tally at the end of the work day. That was a large part of the reason her arse was so sore right now, and yet Narcissa couldn't even bring herself to be too angry about it. Frustrated, yes, but not angry. She'd pushed too far, Harry had called her on it and Astoria had exploited the situation, just as Narcissa would have done were she in her shoes. It might chafe her pride, but she wouldn't be a sore loser. There would be other chances for her to tease Astoria and reassert her control. Right now it was time for her to make good on all the promises and relieve all of the unresolved sexual frustration that she (and Pansy) had allowed to build up.
Astoria just kept whining, though she did keep it quiet. She started mumbling under her breath as Narcissa climbed onto the bed and gingerly settled in on her belly between Astoria's spread legs. Narcissa had half a mind to tease her with the cunnilingus itself; maybe rub, lick and kiss her inner thighs without actually giving her what she wanted right away. In Narcissa's experience that usually made the climax all the more powerful when it finally came, but she decided not to do that this time. The last several weeks had basically been one endless bit of teasing for Astoria; she didn't need to have it dragged out any longer.
Rather than starting off slow, giving gentle caresses that weren't quite enough or staying away from her most sensitive areas altogether, Narcissa dove straight in and focused on giving her pleasure right away. She ran her fingers along the outer lips of Astoria's pussy and flicked her clit with her tongue.
"Oh, yes!" Astoria cried. Her hands shot to Narcissa's head, holding onto her hair for dear life as her hips humped against her face uncontrollably. Narcissa paused in her cunnilingus and batted Astoria's hands away.
"I'm going to give you what you want, but only if you behave," Narcissa said seriously, staring up at Astoria. "Don't pull my hair." Even when looking up at her from between her thighs, Narcissa was still the one in control here. Just because she was taking care of Astoria's needs didn't mean she was going to let her forget who was in charge. Astoria's hands left her head and fell back to her sides, after which Narcissa gave her a nod of approval.
"That's better," she said. "Now as long as you don't do that again, I'll give you the pleasure you were promised. Understand?"
"Yes, yes!" Astoria said quickly, nodding. "Just keep going, please!"
Narcissa went back to work, picking up right where she left off. Her fingers rubbed along Astoria's outer lips again, and her tongue returned to her clit. Astoria started groaning and her hips continued to hump, but Narcissa chose not to comment on that. The hair pulling she'd put a stop to, but she was sure that Astoria's humping and squirming was involuntary, an automatic reaction to the pleasure she was feeling and the release that was building up inside of her. It had been building up day after day, week after week, and now it was finally going to be set free. She could be forgiven for a little bit of urgent, frantic humping.
"Oh, fuck!" Astoria shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes! Yes, almost there, almost there, please, just a little more, just a little more!" She'd never sounded more desperate or needy. Narcissa wasn't sure anyone had ever begged for something as desperately as Astoria was begging her right now. The vindictive side of her was sorely tempted to go back on her promise and pull it all away from her at the last minute, but she tamped down that impulse.
Harry was right; it was her responsibility to get Astoria off and make sure she enjoyed herself. For teasing to be effective long term, eventually it needed to have a payoff. She would give Astoria this orgasm, and in so doing she could assure that Astoria would stick around for more, put up with all of the teasing and edging in anticipation of the next big release, and wouldn't feel the need to look elsewhere for her satisfaction.
Narcissa stuck around until the end, licking and rubbing Astoria until she climaxed at long last. It hadn't taken long at all in terms of how long Narcissa had been between her legs and how much licking and rubbing she'd needed to do, but after all of the teasing she'd been through it probably felt like an eternity for Astoria.
"Yes!" Astoria exclaimed. "Yes, yes!"
She screeched at the top of her lungs when her orgasm hit, but Narcissa wasn't concerned with the sound or even with Astoria's squirming. It was the way Astoria squirted against her face that was her primary focus. It could have easily been seen as a demeaning or submissive act on her part, to push her sore body into giving Astoria pleasure and having her squirt on her face, but Narcissa didn't view it that way. To her this was proof of her own success. She'd heard Astoria scream and shake in satisfaction plenty of times when being fucked by Harry, but she'd never sounded this desperate and needy for it.
"Dear fucking Merlin, I needed that," Astoria said with a sigh, relaxing down on the bed as her climax finally faded. All of the frustration that had been evident on her face was gone, and she wore a relaxed, satiated smile.
"Yes, and I gave it to you," Narcissa said. She forced her sore body to move up so she could hover over Astoria and look down into her face. "Never forget that. You might not be able to turn to Harry anymore, but you do have me. I may be a harsh mistress at times, but if you're a good girl you'll still get your pleasure, at least when you earn it."
Astoria said nothing; she was too wrapped up in her long-awaited climax. But her smile remained, and it made Narcissa smile in turn.
Teasing and humiliating Astoria was great fun, but seeing her satisfied and knowing she was responsible for it wasn't bad either. And as an added bonus, these moments of pleasure would ensure that Astoria kept depending on her to give her what no one else would now that Harry was with her sister.
She'd have to keep it secret from Draco, obviously, but at least his wife wouldn't be looking outside the family for satisfaction anymore.