Narcissa's fingers were gentle as she applied salve to her daughter in law's bright red freshly spanked arse, but that didn't stop Astoria from wiggling around in her lap uncomfortably. She doubted the salve was the reason for that though. It had been a week since Narcissa had finally given Astoria her first climax, and the teasing had started right back up the next day. She was getting particularly antsy now, as Narcissa had noticed throughout the spanking. She made sure to brush the outer lips of her pussy with her fingers from time to time just to make her ache that much more.
"Fuck, you're teasing me too much!" Astoria whined after one such touch. Narcissa smiled at the petulant and childlike tone.
"Oh? I was under the impression that working you up made the pleasure that much better when you finally behaved yourself for long enough to earn an orgasm. But if you'd rather I stop touching you, I will of course respect your wish."
She went to remove her hand from between her legs, and Astoria's hands shot out behind her, reaching back to try and grab her hand and keep it right where it was. She froze and ducked her head when she realized what her automatic reaction had been, but the damage was done. Narcissa chuckled at the obvious sign of Astoria's true feelings on the matter, her body and her instincts saying what her mouth would not.
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind if I kept my hand here a little longer, hmm?" she teased, slowly running her fingers along Astoria's pussy lips and feeling her shiver.
"Oh, thank Merlin you're both here!"
Narcissa looked up as Pansy walked into her sitting room. She'd already known her floo had activated, but she hadn't been worried. Only a select few people had access to it, Pansy being one of them.
"What did you need?" Narcissa asked, looking at Pansy while Astoria lay across her knee. Pansy, well accustomed to such sights, didn't even bat an eye.
"I'm fucking horny," Pansy said bluntly. "Ridiculously so."
"That makes two of you then, I suppose," Narcissa said, glancing down at Astoria as she spread her legs and whimpered, desiring more contact. "I won't be here for much longer though. I'll be going to see Harry tonight, and I need to go and get ready soon."
"I don't have much time either," Pansy said. "I've got a meeting at Gringotts to get to, but I was hoping to get a little relief first."
"Perhaps we can help you with that," Narcissa said. "Astoria, with how much you're wiggling around I feel pretty confident that you'd like a playmate, yes?" A needy whimper was her only response, but it was good enough. "Go over there and take care of Pansy while I go and get ready."
--
Narcissa returned from her bedroom, her hair and makeup perfect and her nice robes immaculate. She might be going over to Harry's to be fucked like a cheap whore, but that was no reason for her not to look her best.
She smiled at what waited for her in her sitting room. Pansy was in the chair with Astoria kneeling between her legs, obviously hard at work and doing a good job of it since Pansy had her eyes closed and was moaning loudly. Narcissa cleared her throat to catch their attention, and Pansy opened her eyes and grinned at her.
"Wanting to look your absolute best before Harry shags the hell out of you, I see," Pansy commented.
"As always," she said. She looked down at Astoria, whose bare arse was still clearly visible since she hadn't put her knickers back on before getting up and tending to Pansy. "Well, daughter, you served your punishment, but it looks like you'll be able to sit properly tomorrow at least. I suppose that's an improvement, though I am disappointed that you were rude to me when I visited the office today. I'm not sure why you can't seem to make it through three days consecutively without earning a spanking."
It wasn't an entirely fair point to make, especially this time since it had really been Narcissa's fault. She'd had a meeting with Harry but had not been able to resist winding Astoria up just a bit on the way. She'd been careful and subtle about it, and Astoria had responded in kind with a few words of subtle disrespect of her own. Unfortunately for her the magical tracker did not care for subtlety one bit, and the spanks had been added to her total.
It had partially backfired on Narcissa. Harry had let Astoria's punishment stand since he deemed Narcissa's words light enough that she should have been able to ignore them, but he hadn't let Narcissa slide either. For riling Astoria up and instigating the situation, he'd dragged her into his office and given her a spanking of her own before he allowed her to leave.
"Spanking or no spanking, she knows how to use that fucking tongue!" Pansy exclaimed. Narcissa watched, more amused than aroused as Pansy's eyes closed and she moaned in orgasmic pleasure. Maybe on another night this would have been more exciting for her to watch, but knowing that she would be in Harry's bed (or on his floor, or kitchen table or wherever he decided to fuck her) made it hard for her to find much else arousing. It did bring another conversation to mind though, and once Pansy settled down she brought it back into the forefront.
"Now that you've gotten what you came for, Pansy, can I remind you of an earlier conversation between us where you promised to share in both the good and the bad of this situation?" Narcissa asked.
"I remember it," Pansy said, nodding slowly as normal brain function returned to her and her head cleared after her orgasm. "This was obviously the good. What's the bad?"
"I have places to be, so I'll leave it to Astoria to explain the particulars to you, but suffice to say that I owe Astoria multiple spankings."
"Didn't you just spank her before I came in?" Pansy asked, cocking her head in confusion.
"That's not what I mean," Narcissa said, shaking her head. "She gets to spank me. But since you've agreed to take the bad as well as the good, I'm going to have you take one of those spankings in my stead after I'm gone."
"Are you serious?"
"Very much so," Narcissa said firmly. "You agreed to share in both the positives and the negatives of this with me, so if you don't take this, you won't be able to use Astoria for your own pleasure anymore." Her eyes flicked to Astoria briefly and she nodded as another idea came to her. "And speaking of using someone for your own pleasure: Astoria, if you give Pansy a good spanking, and if you don't overstep your authority and punish her too harshly, you may use her to have an orgasm after you're done." Astoria's eyes lit up at the statement as she saw her path to another climax emerge, and she nodded quickly.
"Didn't I mention I have a meeting at Gringotts?" Pansy reminded them. "I really do need to get to it, and soon at that."
"Don't worry," Astoria said. "Go to your meeting. I'll wait. Come back afterwards, and I'll spank you and ride your face." She looked gleeful at the night that awaited her, so much so that she didn't get glum like she usually did when she knew Narcissa was leaving to go get the rough fucking from Harry that used to be hers and hers alone.
"That seems reasonable," Narcissa said. "You have until midnight to come back and fulfill your obligations, Pansy. Fail to do so and you're no longer part of this arrangement."
"I understand," Pansy said. She didn't exactly look happy about it, but she did agree to it. "But tell me, Narcissa: did you serve these spankings?"
Narcissa hesitated at first, not sure that she wanted to acknowledge her own fault in front of Astoria, but it wasn't like she didn't know the truth of the matter anyway. She inclined her head slightly.
"I did," she admitted. "My behavior was unacceptable, and Harry was right to remind me of it. I will accept the other spankings I earned, but I believe you owe this one to me after I brought you into my fun with Astoria."
"Fair enough," Pansy said. "I have to leave now, but I'll be back to take care of it."
After their companion walked out to use the floo again, Narcissa returned her attention to Astoria. "I'm going to lift the orgasm denial spell now, Astoria," she said. "I'd order you not to touch yourself before Pansy returns, but I don't even need to do that, do I? If your fingers were enough to satisfy yourself you wouldn't be here in the first place. You need her here to find a release that actually works, so you wouldn't touch yourself even if I gave you permission to do so."
"No," Astoria agreed seriously. "I wouldn't. But Pansy's getting a week's worth of pent-up orgasms right on her face tonight."
Narcissa smiled. "Then I guess we'll both be having good nights, won't we?"
--
Few things could break Daphne's concentration while she was riding the cock of her boyfriend, but their mistress/pet walking into their bedroom was one of those things. Narcissa stopped short and tried to back out of the room without being noticed, but Daphne wasn't about to let that happen.
"Where are you going, Narcissa?" she asked. "Come and join us."
"Are you sure?" the older woman asked. "I was under the impression that you were going to be having dinner with your parents tonight."
"I was supposed to," she said, nodding and rolling her hips as she continued to fuck her boyfriend. Being on top of Harry wasn't a position she found herself in all that often, but she was enjoying the change of pace. "It was canceled at the last minute. My dad wasn't feeling well, so we had to reschedule." Narcissa nodded to show that she understood. "But what does that matter, anyway? Why would you try to sneak away just because I'm here? It's not like I don't know Harry fucks you, or watch and occasionally participate in it myself."
"Well, I have been spending quite a bit of time with Harry lately," Narcissa said. "I thought you might appreciate some time alone."
"Are you kidding?" Daphne asked, laughing and brushing some hair away from her forehead as she continued her ride. "I'm starting to get sore; I think your help will be needed once I finish up here." That moment wasn't far away either. Harry and Daphne had being going at it for awhile already, so this wouldn't be her first orgasm of the night. It was coming though, and she chased it down, willing her body to keep moving and even speed up in pursuit of it despite the fatigue and soreness she could feel setting in.
Daphne rose and fell in Harry's lap, grinning down at him as he cupped her breasts and gently rubbed her nipples. Harry was content to lay back and let her take the lead now, but for most of the night it had been him controlling the pace and doing the fucking. For now it was Daphne's turn though, and Narcissa would just have to watch and wait.
Daphne gasped when her boyfriend's fingers found their way to her clit, and a few moments later she was moaning and writhing on top of him as she came around his cock. She went still on top of him for a few seconds after it was over, giving her body some time to recover while she caught her breath. Harry slowly stroked her sweaty back, and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before finally pulling her body off of him and moving off of the bed in the process.
"Your timing could not have been better, Narcissa," she said. "I'm sore and need a shower, but we both know Harry still has plenty of energy left to work off. Now you can do your job. I sure hope you can pull it off and satisfy him before you can't move any more, though, otherwise we might have to restrict you to nothing but cock sucking duty for the next week or so."
It wasn't a threat that could be magically enforced, not with the language of the vows they'd used, unless Narcissa agreed to it at least. Something told Daphne she probably would if pressed, but she wasn't going to push it. It had been said in jest and wasn't meant to be followed through on.
"I won't fail," Narcissa said confidently as Daphne made her way into the master bathroom. She was going to have a long, relaxing bath.
Things wouldn't be nearly so relaxing for Narcissa, because Daphne could hear the sound of Harry throwing her down on the bed before the bathroom door was even closed behind her.
--
When Daphne returned, freshly washed and feeling refreshed after a nice long hot bath, it was to the familiar sight of Harry fucking Narcissa, and quite hard at that. They'd had some time to go at it already, but she had a feeling Narcissa wouldn't be getting a break any time soon.
Daphne sat and watched, and offered some ideas to Harry, but this was his show right now and she was content to let it stay that way. She loved watching him dominate Narcissa and make the haughty former Lady Malfoy into his own personal slut. That was just what he did again here. They went through several positions, and it all ended with Harry taking Narcissa on her belly, slamming into her while she bit down on the pillow. He pulled out at the end and rolled her back over so he could finish by cumming all over Narcissa's unresisting face. She just panted with her eyes closed, looking just as exhausted as Daphne herself felt.
"So?" Daphne asked, making eye contact with Harry. "How do you feel? Did she do her job? Are you completely sated?"
"Yep," he said, looking away. Daphne narrowed her eyes. She was very good at reading people, and while Harry was a skilled auror, he was nowhere near good enough at hiding his emotions to fool her. He was lying.
"Are you really?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Honestly? No, I'm not," he said, shrugging. "But it's no big deal. I'll manage."
Daphne was at least mildly surprised. Yes, she'd been with him long enough by now to know he had by far the most sexual stamina of anyone she'd ever known, but she'd thought the combination of him wearing out first her and then Narcissa would have been enough to soothe his libido into rest for the night. She shook her head and laughed.
"Aren't you here specifically to help me make sure this doesn't happen?" she asked, looking down at Narcissa. She got no response, and in fact Narcissa didn't even open her eyes to look at her. She'd drifted off into an exhausted sleep. Daphne met Harry's eyes, and they shared a smile.
"Should we clean her up?" he asked, motioning with his head towards their slumbering guest. "You know how much she hates being covered in cum once her arousal has worn off."
"Yes I do, and no we shouldn't," Daphne said, smiling as she imagined Narcissa's nose wrinkling in disgust when she woke with her face sticky with dried semen. Harry snorted, and Daphne smirked at him. Then she looked over at Narcissa and shook her head. "She wasn't wrong about being needed though. Your libido is absurd, Potter."
Harry just chuckled and got up off of the bed, following her lead and going to the bathroom to clean himself up. Just before he disappeared from view he pointed his wand at Narcissa and cleaned her face off, making Daphne pout.
"Sure, ruin my fun, Potter!" she called with a smile on her face.
--
Narcissa felt very relaxed as consciousness returned to her. She was exhausted, yes, but she could not remember the last time she'd felt so warm or comfortable. She snuggled closer into the pillow, wanting to feel its warmth even closer. Then the pillow rose and fell, and she realized this was no pillow at all.
She opened her eyes and took stock of her surroundings. She was still in Harry's bed. That made sense; the last thing she could remember before passing out was Harry cumming on her face at the end of an exhausting fuck. (Her face didn't feel sticky, so apparently they'd cleaned her up after she passed out, something she appreciated.)
She was half curled against Harry's side, her head resting on his chest and her arm draped over him. She was snuggled against him not unlike she'd be if she were an actual romantic partner, and that idea was reinforced in her head when she looked over and saw Daphne snuggled into his other side in a position that closely resembled her own.
Narcissa, now wide awake, began to panic. She didn't want to imagine how Daphne would feel about her sleeping in her bed (actually sleeping that is, rather than getting fucked), especially snuggled so intimately against her boyfriend as she was. Harry and Daphne both seemed to be asleep though, so she should be able to make it out of bed and return to her home without waking them if she was careful and quiet about it.
She slowly pulled her hand away from Harry's body and lifted her head off of his chest, and was careful to keep the shifting of the bed to a minimum as she got out. As quietly as she could, she bent down and started to gather her underwear so she could get herself covered, put her robes back on and get out of here. She was just about to slide her knickers back up her legs when someone let her know she wasn't the only one awake after all.
"Where are you going?" Daphne asked. She sounded tired, but alert enough that Narcissa would wager she hadn't just been woken up by her as she got out of bed and gathered her things.
"I should return home," Narcissa said, not looking at her. "I'm sure you don't want me to intrude after our fun has concluded."
"I think a little bit of snuggling can be allowed after a night of exhausting sex like that," Daphne said. "I know I certainly wouldn't feel like rushing out of bed, or rushing anywhere for that matter after a night of being shagged by Harry. And if we're being honest, you're over here getting shagged like that often enough that you're eventually going to end up passing out and sleeping here fairly regularly regardless. So while I won't force you to get back into bed, you're more than welcome to do so."
After a moment's hesitation, Narcissa nodded, carefully put her things back down and climbed back onto the bed. "I apologize for the position I was in," she said. "I'm glad you have welcomed me into your bed, but I know I'm not a true romantic partner for Harry and I don't want you to think that I am even entertaining the idea."
She settled back down on the bed, but she was careful not to get into the same possessive position she'd been in when she woke up. She curled up on the very edge of the bed to make sure no part of her body touched any part of Harry's. Now that the sex was done for the night, Narcissa felt like any skin on skin contact between her and Harry would be overstepping her bounds and may cause a displeased response from Daphne. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but there was no way it could cause offense.
"You're being ridiculous," Daphne said. "You moved over like that in your sleep, but Harry and I were both still awake when it happened. He had no issue with it, and neither did I." Daphne grinned at her. "And I can hardly blame you for wanting to snuggle up with him, can I? He's very comfortable."
"You're sure it's okay?" Narcissa asked, slowly scooting her body away from the edge of the bed and closer to Harry, but not touching him just yet. Her upbringing as a daughter of the Blacks and her years as the Lady Malfoy had taught her to be wary of hidden traps and insincere promises, and even if it was hard for her to see any logical reason for Daphne to pull such a trick on her in this situation, old habits die hard.
"It's fine," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. "A little bit of touching is no big deal, especially with what the two of you do ordinarily. There may not be romance between you, but I'm not naïve enough to think there isn't at least a touch of affection developing between you and Harry, and I'm sure that will continue in the future. So long as you understand where it ends and don't cross the line, we won't have problems."
"Thank you," Narcissa said, allowing herself to relax and touch Harry again, confident now that Daphne was sincere and this was no trap.
"You're welcome," Daphne said. "And since he's still asleep, you can thank Harry in the morning by letting him use you however he wants. I imagine that'll be a struggle for you after how hard I watch him fuck you this evening, but you'll do it for him, won't you?"
"I will," Narcissa said. She would do it no matter how sore she was. Being fucked by Harry tonight had been amazing, and while she hadn't expected to be able to repeat it as soon as the morning, she would not complain in the slightest.
--
Astoria grinned when she saw Pansy Parkinson walk over to her desk. She'd been impatiently waiting for her to show up all day.
"Good afternoon, Pansy," she said. "Ready to honor your deal?"
"That's what I'm here for," Pansy deadpanned. "Let's get this over with."
Harry chose that moment to walk out of his office to head on his lunch break. Astoria was skipping her own lunch break for this, and Pansy was doing so as well. She was less enthused about it than Astoria was, however.
"Pansy?" Harry raised his eyebrows, surprised to see her. "What're you doing in this corner of the building? Did you need something from me?"
"No, I'm not here for you," Pansy said, shaking her head. "I have a debt to settle."
"She's getting a spanking and then eating me out for her lunch break today," Astoria said quickly, smiling at Harry. "And since you're heading out for lunch, could we borrow your office?"
It had been said cheekily, but to her surprise Harry nodded. "You can. Your behavior has been much improved recently, so I think you've earned this. How long do you need?"
"An hour," Astoria said right away. Pansy grunted, apparently having hoped to be done much sooner than that. Harry's lips twisted in what Astoria was pretty sure was amusement in response to Pansy.
"I'll be back in an hour and fifteen minutes," he said. "But if I walk back into my office and see anything I shouldn't be seeing I will be very displeased."
"I understand," Astoria said. If she thought there was any chance of him expressing that displeasure by bending her over and spanking her like he once would have, she would have been tempted to intentionally drag things out with Pansy and make sure he walked in on Pansy's head between her legs. Those days were done, though. He would just pass any punishment off on Narcissa, and while Astoria could admit that there was a certain level of pleasure that went along with that, she wasn't in the mood to give her mother in law any more power to lord over her right now.
"Let's go," she said, taking Pansy by the hand and leading her inside of Harry's office. She would enjoy herself, but she would be efficient and would not waste any time. By the time Harry came back she would be satisfied, his office would be clean and empty and she would be back at her desk working again.
She would still enjoy herself very much for the next hour though (she would leave herself the additional fifteen minutes to make sure everything was cleaned up and back in order before Harry got back.) As she bent Pansy over Harry's desk and pulled her robes up past her arse, she smiled.
"I would much prefer to be in your place, bending over so Harry could spank my arse," she said. "But this might not be so far off. Get ready, Parkinson."
Smack!
--
While it wasn't quite a replacement for a Sunday getting fucked by Harry, Narcissa was determined to make the most of her alternative and enjoy her day even with them doing other things.
Harry and Daphne were attending a Holyhead Harpies match on the invitation of Blaise Zabini, who was dating Ginny Weasley. Narcissa found that situation interesting on several different levels. Obviously there was the fact that Harry and Arthur Weasley's girl used to date. Would there be friction between Harry and Zabini, or would Daphne serve as an effective counterbalance? Or maybe there wasn't as much friction there as one might think, and it could be an amicable if not friendly afternoon. Narcissa was curious, but they weren't talking and she wasn't going to ask.
She had her own activities planned. She'd had Astoria come over, and Pansy as well. Pansy had just gotten a promotion earlier that week and today was the day they were going to celebrate it. She'd given Narcissa a floo call to tell her the news on Friday, and had admitted that she didn't really have anyone to celebrate the promotion with aside from Narcissa herself. Narcissa had felt bad, already having made plans with Harry and Daphne on Friday, and her Saturday had been locked up as well since she'd needed to attend a formal function on behalf of the Malfoy family at Draco's request.
She was going to do her best to make up for it tonight though. She'd told Pansy to come over today to celebrate, and had decided to make an effort to make it a special occasion. She'd put up balloons to decorate, and had gotten wine and a creamy chocolate cake from one of the finest bakeries in London. Pansy had smiled when she arrived and saw what Narcissa had arranged, and looked honestly touched at the effort. Narcissa didn't pity people often, but she felt a bit of it for Pansy now. She was all alone, and effectively had been since the war ended, her parents died and she was left an outcast thanks to her ill-advised outburst in the Great Hall. Her reputation was on the mend, largely thanks to Harry speaking up for her publicly, but she still didn't have any real friends.
The girl had become a bit more assertive lately, and had really been a great help in playing with Astoria. They had settled into a nice friendly companionship. It was a shame Draco hadn't married her instead, but it was obviously far too late to do anything about that now. Maybe she could help Pansy try to find a nice respectable husband eventually, but that would have to wait. She was having too much fun having Pansy join her on occasional in her play with Astoria.
"So what do we do first: cake or wine?" Pansy asked, looking perfectly happy to do either.
"That's not all I picked up," Narcissa said. "Whilst doing a bit of shopping, I bought a few interesting items that I think we'll all have some fun with." She'd actually been picking up a larger dildo for Daphne's strapon, per her orders, and while she was in the store she'd done a little browsing for herself. "You in particular, Astoria."
"Me?" The blonde looked wary, likely fearing what was to come.
"Yes, you," Narcissa said. "Aside from making sure Pansy gets the proper reward and celebration she deserves for her promotion, I have a reward of my own for you, in recognition of your good behavior."
"What kind of reward?" Astoria asked slowly.
"You have earned yourself a single orgasm today, and you're going to get it," Narcissa promised. "But why stop there? I'd like to play a game of sorts, a game that could potentially allow you to orgasm more times than you can count tonight."
Astoria's breath caught at that, just as Narcissa had known it would. She'd grown to appreciate the occasional single orgasm that came after days and days of teasing and was all the more powerful and memorable for it, but the idea of cumming not just multiple times in one night but many times, over and over, again and again, was going to be a powerful lure for Astoria.
"It's not without its risks, however," Narcissa said. "After all, what game would be fun if there weren't consequences for losing?"
"And what are the consequences?" Astoria asked, looking at her with eyes that were narrowed. Her suspicion was blatant, not that Narcissa could blame her for that.
"Failure will cost you an entire week of orgasms no matter what you do, and you'll also receive 50 additional spanks each workday over the next week on top of whatever you earn naturally, plus 100 spanks today," Narcissa stated. She'd had plenty of time to think about this and plan it out ahead of time.
"But that's only if I fail your game?" Astoria asked, seeking clarification. "If I win, none of that happens to me and I get to have a bunch of orgasms today?"
"That's right," Narcissa confirmed.
"What's the game?" Astoria asked.
"You don't get to know ahead of time," Narcissa said, smirking at the frustrated look this brought to her face. "That's part of the fun. You have to take a leap of faith."
"How do I know you aren't just going to set some impossible goal that I have no way of reaching?" It was a wise question to ask, and also a fair one.
"I swear to you that you will have a legitimate chance to win," she promised. "It'll be tough on you, but not impossible." Seeing that she still wasn't convinced, Narcissa offered her an alternative. "If I'm lying, you can take it to Harry. You know he'll agree with you and stick up for you if it's truly an impossible game for you to win, and he'll take away your punishments and punish me instead."
Astoria nodded, accepting the truth in that. She didn't give her answer right away, but Narcissa was never worried she might refuse. Now that she had assurances that she would actually have a legitimate chance to win, there was no way Astoria was going to be able to pass up on the potential of several orgasms in a single night, not even with the undesirable consequences facing her should she fail.
"I'll do it," she said eventually, nodding just as Narcissa had known she would all along.
"Wonderful!" Narcissa clapped her hands. "Then allow me to introduce another of the party favors I've prepared."
She walked over and reached into her bag of tricks, pulling out two items of interest. One was a collar, and Astoria wouldn't need to use her imagination to know how that would be used. The other was a dildo; a new one, a larger one than their usual.
"Here's the game," she said, walking towards Astoria while holding the two items in either hand. "You're going to be bound in the chair across from us; bound in such a way that your arms will still have some range of motion, though it will be limited. Right next to you will be the wizarding wireless, and the Harpies game will be playing. You'll need to pay attention to that."
"Never took you for a quidditch fan," Pansy said.
"I'm not, and neither is she," Narcissa said. "But she'll still need to pay attention. While the game is played, the dildo will do some playing of its own. It has several charms on it that will be of interest to you. It is charmed to be self-lubricating, and also has a charm that, once activated, will keep it moving until it is stopped by the counter. It will start off slow, increase in speed throughout and then vibrate once it hits fast speed. Eventually you'll have no choice but to orgasm as it keeps increasing the intensity of its vibration until you can't fight it anymore."
Astoria and Pansy both looked wide-eyed, and it made Narcissa smile. She could imagine she'd looked much the same when the shopkeeper was explaining its many features to her. She hadn't been able to throw down her galleons fast enough to make the purchase after listening to all that this fancy new model had to offer. And she hadn't even gotten to the best parts yet!
"When it detects an orgasm it sends off a small pulse of magic as it starts all over again from the beginning of its cycle. And that's where the collar comes in." She shook the collar in her left hand for emphasis. "This collar reacts to small pulses of magic by either tightening or loosening, depending on the circumstances. In this case it will obviously be tightening. Are you with me so far?"
"I think so." Astoria looked a bit daunted by the descriptions of the game itself and how the dildo and collar would affect her, but she nodded. "But what do I have to do? Do I have to outlast it or what? And how does the quidditch match factor into it? Don't tell me that thing can recognize quidditch commentary or something."
"That is not one of the features, no." Narcissa chuckled and shook her head. "What you have to do in order to win the game and receive your reward is make it through one hour without passing out. I can't allow it to reach that point, since Harry would obviously be quite upset with me if I did so, so if that's close to happening I will stop the game and you will lose. If you reach up and take the collar off at any point, you lose. If you have more than five orgasms over the course of the hour, you lose.
"But if you clear all of those conditions and at the end of the hour you can tell either of us how many goals Ginny scored, you can join in on my celebration with Pansy tonight. And there will be no denial charm in place should you win, and you won't have to deal with any domination coming from me. I'll even be charitable and say that you don't even need to get Ginny's number of goals exactly correct. I'll allow you some leeway—say, within five goals on either side of the actual total." She wasn't that concerned with the number being exact. The point of that little stipulation was just to make her focus on the game as best she could while dealing with the dildo, so as long as she was forced to do that it was good enough for Narcissa.
"I'll even throw in one more bonus for you, just to make sure you're as motivated as you can possibly be," Narcissa said as Astoria hurried over to the chair and got into position. "If you can pull this off I'll leave the denial charm off of you for the entire week, since that's how long it'll stay on if you fail."
"I won't fail," Astoria said, sounding quite determined as Narcissa bent down to get her set up. She used conjured rope to bind her ankles to the legs of the chair, ran another smaller strip of rope above and under her breasts around the back of the chair and her upper arms. The end result was she was left able to just reach up far enough to tug the collar off of her neck and admit defeat, should she choose to do so. Narcissa wasn't sure whether she hoped to see her surrender or persevere until the end. Both would offer their own sort of entertainment, so this should be an entertaining show either way.
Narcissa carefully inserted the toy into Astoria while listening to the commentary of the game on the wireless. She'd never cared much for quidditch, despite Draco's fondness for the game (at least when he was younger; ever the sore loser, he'd lost his taste for quidditch after suffering one too many defeats trying to beat Harry to the snitch.) She had never listened so intently to a quidditch match as she was about to, but it was to suit her own goals and add some fun to her own game which promised to be far more interesting.
"Weasley currently has twelve goals," she announced, making sure Astoria nodded before tapping her wand against the toy and activating the charms. It came to life, and Astoria gasped as the sensations started. Narcissa watched her for a moment and smiled, and then she turned to Pansy. "This is your celebration, Pansy," she said. "What would you like to start off with?"
**
Astoria bit her lip in equal parts excitement and frustration. It had felt good to orgasm again after so much teasing, but she knew it had come far too quickly. She turned her head to look at the clock and groaned as her fears were confirmed. It had only been six minutes since she'd started and she was already down an orgasm, which meant she only had four more she could allow herself without losing.
The most frustrating part of it all was that she already knew she was not going to be able to summon the willpower to put up more than a token resistance for at least the next couple of orgasms. She wanted to win, yes, but it had been so very long since she'd had multiple orgasms in one day. Fuck, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had multiple orgasms in one week, let alone one day! She was going to be powerless to resist for the next several minutes.
Her only hope was that she would be able to fight harder once she'd had two (or three, or maybe even four) climaxes and the edge had been dulled enough for her to concentrate on anything beyond how incredible it felt to have this toy vibrating inside of her. It slowed back down to its original, more sedate pace after her orgasm, but she knew it was only going to be a matter of time before it got going fast enough to really make her feel it again, and similarly it would only be a matter of time before it forced a second climax out of her.
Her brain wanted to resist it so as to increase her chances of winning Narcissa's game, but she already knew that her body was going to overrule her brain on this one.
**
"Do I need to stop this thing?" Narcissa asked, looking at Astoria seriously. She'd just had her third climax, and Narcissa could see the collar tightening a fair bit while she was attempting to catch her breath. It wasn't tight enough yet that it should be a serious danger in and of itself; really that shouldn't be a concern at all, at least not until they got well beyond the six orgasm limit Narcissa had set.
But the point of the collar wasn't to pose a legitimate choking hazard; it was to heighten the sensations and make the game more challenging. And that challenge shone through as Astoria, already gasping and struggling to recover after three orgasms in a very short period of time, began to choke. She coughed and her hands shot up towards her neck to remove the collar. Narcissa acted as well, drawing her wand to dispel the toy and let Astoria recover. She wasn't even going to taunt her about her defeat. Well, she wouldn't taunt her yet anyway. That could wait for later.
The spell to deactivate the toy was on the tip of Narcissa's tongue when Astoria's hands moved away from the collar. She took a few deep breaths and then seemed to rein in her panic a bit. Her eyes met Narcissa's, and she nodded to show that she was fine and did not need any help. She was still in the game.
Narcissa watched over her for a few more moments, wand still in hand. Once she was certain that the moment of panic had passed and Astoria was good to keep going she turned back around and walked towards Pansy again.
"Now where were we?"
**
"I want to get my tongue on you so badly," Pansy whispered into her ear. Astoria didn't know if she really meant it or if she was just trying to make her break, but it was extremely effective either way. She gasped, struggling to breathe but struggling even harder to deny the insistent pending orgasm that was growing harder and harder to ignore. She so badly wanted to give in to the pleasure, but knew she could not afford to do so. She'd already cum five times. A sixth meant her defeat, and that meant at least a week guaranteed of no orgasms and hundreds of additional spanks. Maybe most importantly it meant Narcissa would spend the entire week taunting her over her failure, and that was something Astoria wanted to avoid at all costs. The woman was smug enough as it was.
"Three minutes left," Narcissa said, keeping her apprised of the time. "Can you hold out for three more minutes, and have any idea how many goals Ginny Weasley scored?"
Three minutes wasn't such a long time, really. In most cases Astoria would have said that three minutes was like nothing, that it would pass in the blink of an eye. But right now three minutes might as well have been an eternity. It would be three minutes of pure torture, three minutes of fighting against her own body and trying to will herself to not give in to the pleasure that was so close to overwhelming her.
It had been almost impossible to keep track of a stupid quidditch match at the same time, but she hadn't forgotten that part of the challenge either. She'd been keeping count right up until the game had ended a few minutes earlier, and while there was the chance she might have missed a goal or two while groaning through one of her five orgasms, she felt reasonably sure she had the exact total. Even if she had missed a goal, she was almost sure she could get it within the five goal margin for error Narcissa had set.
The real challenge was going to be holding out for these three minutes. Well, it had to be down to two minutes by now, if not a minute and a half. She could make it for another minute and a half; she knew she could!
"Two minutes and thirty seconds remaining," Narcissa said, and Astoria whimpered in disbelief. That had only been thirty seconds?!
This was going to be the longest two and a half minutes of her life, assuming she didn't pass out before she got there.
**
"Ginny Weasley scored 21 goals!" Astoria gasped out.
"Exactly right," Narcissa said, nodding her head. "I'm impressed; so impressed that I'll count it even though you haven't made the full hour yet. And speaking of that, you've got ten seconds left."
Astoria counted them off in her head, each second lasting longer than it had any right to. Her body was fighting her every step of the way, but she managed to hold off until Narcissa nodded.
"And that's time," her mother in law said. "You've done it, Astoria. Congratulations on a job well done."
Narcissa began to undo the ropes binding her to the chair, but Astoria's focus was only on the dildo trying to finish the job it had started one hour earlier. And then Pansy made good on her words from earlier (three minutes ago? Or had it been three hours, or three days?) and put her tongue to work. She began to lick Astoria, her tongue assisting the dildo in finishing her off.
It was her sixth orgasm in the last hour, but that didn't make it feel any less intense for Astoria. She shook in her chair and let out a breathless scream, unable to give full voice to her pleasure but still feeling it in full all the same. Her body had been pushed to the brink by Narcissa' fancy new toy and her challenge, and Pansy's clever tongue had joined in at the end to finish the job.
She slumped over as the orgasm finished and she was freed from her bindings, and would have hit the floor if Narcissa hadn't been there to catch her. She was too weak, her energy too depleted from a lack of oxygen as well as a lack of energy. She would have fallen flat on her face and been unable to do anything about it, and she couldn't even mumble a word of thanks to Narcissa for preventing that from happening. As Narcissa removed the collar, Astoria felt whatever strength she had left fading. At least she'd won though, even if she was in no state to gloat over that victory at the moment.
"She's going to be out for a bit," Narcissa said. "We should probably sit and drink some wine while we let her recover." Astoria was shifted until she was propped up against the chair again, and her head lolled. Just before she passed out she heard Pansy make a request as the two women walked into the kitchen.
"While we're waiting, care to give me the full list of charms that dildo comes with?"
--
Narcissa was no stranger to shouting and verbal barbs being thrown in Harry's office, or in this case just outside the door of the office while she sat inside and waited. The only difference was usually said shouting and verbal barbs were coming from Astoria and directed at her (and usually they were well deserved, she had to admit.)
Harry snapping at Astoria was less common though, especially at work. It was even more of a surprise since Narcissa could hear the conversation perfectly well from inside the door, and Astoria really hadn't said or done anything to warrant such a response. All she'd done was tell him that the meeting he'd scheduled with one of the senior members of the DMLE had been postponed for personal reasons, and yet he'd taken his frustration out on Astoria.
Narcissa grinned on the other side of the door. She was going to make the most of this opening she'd just been presented with.
--
"I'm sorry, Astoria," Harry said a few moments later, pausing with his hand on the doorknob to his office door. "You didn't deserve that. I was upset and took it out on you."
In a way she was the source of his frustration, but it wasn't really her fault. He'd just gotten out of a fruitless meeting with Tonks where they went over the Malfoy situation. Since Tonks was the only one in the department who knew the truth behind why Astoria was working for him and what hung over her, the two of them were working together, trying to find some way to make a move on Draco and take him down without bringing Astoria down with him. It was proving to be an impossible task thus far. The ferret had covered his tracks very well. They didn't really have enough on him to make anything even remotely serious stick, and if they moved forward with anything they had it would be Astoria who took the worst of it.
It had put him in a sour mood, but it was ironic that he'd then turned around and taken it out on the very person he was trying to help. Astoria stared at him stoically, and he decided he needed to do something to make it up to her.
"Since you didn't earn any punishment today, you can have the rest of the afternoon off," he said. "I'll see you on Monday." He opened the door to his office and closed it behind him, belatedly remembering that Narcissa was waiting inside.
"I couldn't help but overhear what just happened out there," Narcissa said.
"Sure you couldn't," he said, rolling his eyes.
"It hardly seems appropriate that a simple verbal apology should be enough for you when an employee would have received an official reprimand for such a display," she said. "Or in Astoria's case she would received spanks for that, and quite a few of them too. But you think a mere apology is enough for you?"
"I gave her the afternoon off. On a Friday. Even though we have loads to do today and now I have to do it alone." Harry was not in the mood for this right now, especially since it was this woman's worthless son that was responsible for his current mood. "I think Astoria would probably consider herself lucky to have gotten out of it. And speaking of being lucky, you're lucky that Daphne is going out to dinner with Tracey and Blaise tonight, otherwise I'd be sending you to be used by Daphne to make up for my absence. And I think you know by now that of the two of us, I'm far more giving."
Narcissa tsked at him, and it made his eyes narrow. "Fine, fine. So long as you apologize in front of everyone who might have overheard you when you come back in on Monday."
"You're giving me orders now, huh?" Harry asked. Astoria hadn't been a deserving target for his current anger, but Narcissa was looking like a pretty fitting one at the moment. "This is your fault, you know. Why couldn't you have just discarded your rubbish son early on? You're smart; you had to have realized he was an arse. If you'd accepted your failure with him early enough, maybe you could have given birth to a different son, one who maybe wouldn't have been such a fucking stain on our society."
For a moment he felt a vindictive sort of pleasure at the way her eyes widened and her face twitched, but it left as suddenly as it had arrived. She tried not to let anything show, but she could not completely hide the hurt on her face. She blinked twice and then her eyes were clear, but he had not failed to see the tears that had shimmered there for a moment and threatened to escape before she blinked them away.
Harry felt like an arse before she even said a word. It wasn't that he disagreed with or hadn't meant anything he'd said about Draco. Draco was indeed an arse and a criminal, and Harry had no problem saying what he thought of him even to his mother. But he knew enough to say that Draco took after his father far more than he did his mother. Narcissa was conniving and manipulative, and selfish, and opportunistic, and many other less than flattering adjectives besides. But she was not a criminal. She had never gone as far down the path of darkness as her son or her husband, or her older sister Bellatrix and most of the other Blacks for that matter. While she wasn't completely blameless in how Draco had turned out, it wasn't fair to place all or even most of the blame on her. He was his father's son, and in the end he'd made his own decisions and chosen to follow in his father's footsteps.
He briefly turned away from her to lock and silence the door to his office, and then he turned back to her. Narcissa, now composed, looked at him head-on.
"I could not have done that even if I had wanted to," she said. Harry blinked, not understanding what she meant.
"Care to explain?"
"I am well aware of what Draco is," she said. "I don't need you to tell me who he is or what he has become; I know it. I know it far better than you do. I know that he is a poor son, and a poor husband to Astoria, and a wretched person in general." That was a bit of a surprise to hear her admit. Usually when he heard her talk about the marriage between Draco and Astoria, she liked to place the blame on her daughter in law rather than acknowledge Draco's faults. "He is a nasty, wretched person. I know what he has become. In the privacy of my own home I have shed many tears over how he has turned out, and my own failure to stop it when I might have had the chance."
Harry nearly opened his mouth to reassure her that there was nothing she could have done, but how could he honestly say that? He was of the belief that Lucius was more to blame for how Draco had turned out than Narcissa was, but that didn't mean she was completely blameless. Maybe there were things she could have done differently, ways she could have coaxed him out of walking the same dark path his father had. Pretending otherwise would have been disingenuous, and they both would have known it. So he didn't offer any of those empty platitudes. He just waited for her to finish getting all of this off of her chest.
"But he was the only son I had, or could ever have." Harry's eyes widened at the second bit. While the first point was obvious, the second surprised him.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly. "Why couldn't you and Lucius have another son?"
"I am sterile," she said. "So is Lucius. It's all thanks to all of the dark magic he welcomed openly around the manor as he went further and further into the dark arts. We were lucky we were even able to make Draco before we were too far gone."
"I'm sorry," he said, because what the fuck else could he say? "I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't," she said, smiling slightly. "How could you have? I can count the number of people I've shared that little detail with on one hand and still have fingers left. But this is why I cannot give up on Draco. He's too far gone for me or anyone else to fix; I know that. But he's my only hope, or more accurately my only hope is that he can father a child, a grandchild for me to try and raise to be a decent person. Or a better person than his or her father and grandfather, at the very least."
"I see." And Harry did see. This story put many things in a new light for him, and gave him plenty of things that might need examining later. He decided to set all of those things aside for now though and deal with something more immediate.
"Thank you for sharing this with me," he said. "I think you really need to share this with Daphne too, given our unique arrangement. And the sooner the better, honestly."
She bit her lip, apparently not sure about that idea, but Harry nodded. "I'm serious. I really do think it's important. I won't betray your confidence and tell her myself, but she's going to need to know. I'd rather not keep this from her, and you know how perceptive she is. She figured out that we had been having sex based off of a look that lasted for a few seconds. She'll notice something if we even go anywhere near the topic, and then she'll get curious about what we're hiding from her. Better to just get it over with now."
"You make a good point, I suppose," Narcissa said reluctantly, sighing. "I'm not going to be able to talk my way out of this, am I?"
"I'm not going to force you," he said. "It's personal and it's sensitive, and I completely understand if you don't want to tell her. But there are so many ways that it could blow up if we keep it from her. She might even decide she can't trust you anymore and put an end to your arrangement with us."
"Well we can't have that," Narcissa said firmly. She sighed again and nodded. "Fine, I'll do it." Then she smiled and continued in a more playful tone. "But I want you to give me something in return. Something fun. Something you don't usually give me."
"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. Though she didn't come right out and say it, he had a pretty good idea of what she was aiming for. She'd need to clear it with Daphne first, but if she was okay with it he would play along.
"Fantastic! I'm going to go take care of this right away then!" Narcissa said. She turned and immediately headed over to the private floo in his office.
"Already? We didn't even talk about the documents you were here to drop off and discuss in the first place."
"No time like the present," she said, nodding without turning her head back to look at him. "Like you said, the sooner, the better."
Harry watched her throw the floo powder into the fireplace and shook his head. He knew what this was really about, and why she was so eager to talk to Daphne as soon as possible. It had nothing to do with the uncomfortable conversation that would need to be had, and everything to do with cashing in on the promise he'd made.
--
It hadn't been easy, telling Daphne the truth about why she and Lucius had never been able to have a second child. It went against every instinct she had and every lesson she'd been taught as a daughter of the Blacks and the Lady Malfoy to show such vulnerability and admit to such weakness to someone who had the power to do something with it as Daphne did. She'd never even talked about it with any of the other Death Eater wives who had surely been in the same situation.
Daphne didn't throw it in her face, not that Narcissa had really expected her to. She'd just listened in silence and appeared genuinely sympathetic afterwards, and also thanked her for telling her. Narcissa still wasn't convinced it had been absolutely necessary to tell her, but Harry had been pretty adamant. And besides, this presented her with a wonderful opportunity.
They moved on to lighter topics after that, and Narcissa made sure to quickly lead the conversation into a discussion of Harry snapping at Daphne's sister that afternoon. She seemed surprised, but not as upset as she would have if the siblings had enjoyed a close relationship.
"While I don't usually feel any sympathy for my sister these days, it sounds like Harry was quite out of line," she commented. "I'll have to give him a talking to." Narcissa smiled, ignoring Harry's sigh as he sat at his desk and did his work while she talked to Daphne through his floo.
"I was hoping you would say that," she said. "Remember when Harry took me over his knee and spanked me? I was far less rude to Astoria than he was today. Don't you think one spanking deserves another?" Daphne laughed, and when Narcissa looked over at Harry she saw that he was just rolling his eyes and going about his work. He didn't look upset or annoyed; perhaps he was mildly amused with what she was attempting to do.
"I did agree to the possibility of the two of us dominating him together as equals, should the right opportunity present itself," Daphne mused.
"Exactly!" Narcissa said. "And tell me this isn't the perfect opportunity!"
"It is," Daphne said, nodding, and Narcissa's hopes soared. Harry had already all but agreed to go along with this, so if she could secure Daphne's approval she would be able to make this happen at last. "Unfortunately I can't discipline you with him right after work today. I've been so busy enjoying my new relationship that I've been neglecting my friendships, and I highly doubt cancelling on Tracey and Blaise would do anything to help with that."
Narcissa felt herself deflate a bit, feeling this golden opportunity slipping through her fingers, but then Daphne smiled at her.
"That's no reason why you can't give him a little bit of much needed discipline without me," she said. "Just make sure you give him enough discipline to cover my share too, okay?"
"I think I can do that," Narcissa said. "Thank you, Daphne. I'll speak to you later?"
"Of course," she said. "I hate to miss all the fun, but I'll be thinking of you disciplining Harry while I'm out with my friends."
Narcissa snorted, wondering what Blaise Zabini would think of such a thing, and waved at Daphne as she cut off the floo connection. She turned back around and looked at Harry, who was still bent over his paperwork but put his quill down and looked up at her once he felt her eyes on him. He didn't look at all nervous about the situation he now found himself in. If he had he probably wouldn't have made the initial offer to begin with.
"I've left the requests for the archive documents I drafted on the desk there, in the pile to the left," she said. "They need your signature, and you'll need to submit them before the day is over."
"Fine," he said. "I'll get it done after I finish up my regular work."
"Please do," she said. "Get everything taken care of that you need to take care of. And once you're done with work, you're to come home immediately and face your punishment."
Harry looked at her for a second and then nodded. She hid her smile. Daphne's approval was great, but she knew that if Harry really didn't want to go along with this he could easily stop it; it wasn't like she could force him into anything. But he wasn't going to resist, and he was going to let her have her fun. At long last, she would have her turn, her chance to see what it was like to have Harry at her mercy.