Astoria could not entirely contain the shaking of her hands as she stepped through the floo and out into Black Manor. This had been a house she had become intimately familiar with in the past as Harry used to call her in for some 'after-hours work' at least once a week and often even more frequently, but she hadn't been here in quite some time. The first thing she saw when she stepped out was her older sister Daphne, who greeted her with a smirk. Astoria paused a beat to give her some time to welcome her as a guest into her home (had Daphne formally moved in, or did she still maintain her own flat? Astoria did not know; she didn't exactly keep in contact with her sister or their parents.)
It became clear that Daphne wasn't going to say anything though. She turned and started walking away, and she casually, carelessly waved her arm forward to indicate that Astoria should follow her. Astoria knew the way to Harry's sitting room, obviously, but she allowed Daphne to lead her since she was the guest and Daphne was Harry's girlfriend at the very least even if she didn't officially live here yet.
Smack!
Astoria flinched at the sudden, authoritative sound. Despite it not emanating from close by, it was still loud enough to ring throughout the house. She recognized that sound; she used to hear it from up close, and feel it as well. Someone was getting spanked, and she knew from experience that this was no fun or friendly spanking. This was coming in hard.
"What did you do to Daphne to earn this?" Harry's voice asked, booming, commanding. It had been so long since Astoria heard that side of him come out, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
"I didn't do anything!" Narcissa insisted.
The spanks died down after that, but Narcissa's voice didn't. She began to scream out, hoarsely thanking Harry again and again. Astoria concluded that he was using his tongue on her now, and it brought about a burning jealousy within her. It wasn't fair that Narcissa got to enjoy Harry's attention while Astoria had to try and beg for scraps! She was here first! And Narcissa had only come here in the first place to try and drag Astoria out, so why was she up there instead of Astoria?
Daphne noticed her anger and gave her a wide, knowing smirk. Astoria took a deep breath and schooled her features, but she knew she had already given her jealousy away. Oh well; it wasn't like Daphne didn't know how she felt already anyway.
Daphne pulled out her wand as they reached the sitting room and gave her wand a casual wave, but it wasn't nearly quickly enough to prevent Astoria from hearing what was taking place elsewhere in the manor. Astoria was sure that had been intentional. They'd wanted to taunt her with that. Why else had there been no charm put up initially? And for Astoria to be able to hear it so clearly even though the sitting room was down here and Harry was dealing with Narcissa upstairs, the door to the bedroom had to be open. The ploy from Daphne was evident. She was establishing a pecking order of some sort right from the beginning to Astoria, which personally she thought was unnecessary. She was coming here to try and beg her way back in, and the entire vow had been one of submission from her anyway. Of course she was at the bottom.
"Have a seat, sister," Daphne said. She seated herself at the table and pointed her wand at the seat opposite her, dictating where Astoria would sit. Another show of superiority, Astoria noted. But she took the seat regardless. Whatever bad blood existed between her and her sister, Daphne was her only hope of getting back into Harry's bed. She would do whatever her older sister wanted and let her lord her place of prominence over her so long as even the slightest possibility of getting back into Harry's bed was there.
"We're not going to waste time talking about how or why you are here," Daphne said. "I already know all of the details thanks to Harry and Narcissa. I know why you're here and what you want. What I want you to tell me instead is why I should allow you to have any involvement with Harry."
"Harry is insatiable," Astoria suggested. It was true; Daphne had no doubt discovered his appetite for herself by this point, even if he never fucked her as hard as he used to fuck Astoria when he really got in the mood to put her in her place. "I can help you handle his sex drive without exhausting yourself."
"I already have Narcissa here to deal with that," Daphne said dismissively. "If that's the best reason you can offer me, I don't see how you can expect to convince me of anything. I see absolutely no logical reason for me to change the current power dynamic with Narcissa serving as the outlet for Harry's excess lust after I'm satisfied, especially after all the work I put in to make sure she knew her place."
Astoria scrambled to try and come up with another reason. Her mind worked overtime to offer up some persuasive argument that would show Daphne why her presence in Harry's life would benefit her, but every reason she came up with was immediately discarded. Her sister had never been easy to fool with weak arguments or false bluster. Daphne's mind was sharp and she did not respond well to empty promises. There was no way for Astoria to convince her of her usefulness through a debate. She would have to try something else.
"There's no reason you should," she admitted. "While I will say without false bravado that I think I can handle Harry better than Narcissa, she's probably capable enough by this point to keep him happy and leave you feeling less exhausted. There's no argument I can make about why you should let me back into Harry's bed. But I figured I might as well ask. It wasn't like it hurt my chances any, and I needed to see if there was any chance that it might happen."
Astoria was not used to being so open or honest with anyone these days, let alone the older sister she'd been estranged from for years. Any communication they'd had for the last several years had consisted almost entirely of traded barbs, thinly veiled insults and no more public cordiality than pureblood customs required. She was one of the last people Astoria would have expected to be so honest and vulnerable in front of when this year started, but she had decided that the time had come to set her ego aside. She was too desperate to try and get back into Harry's bed to care about how she got there, and since a debate wasn't going to sway Daphne, maybe blunt honesty and vulnerability would.
"You didn't hurt your chances any, I'll agree with that," Daphne said. She gave away nothing in either her voice or her expression to give Astoria any clue of what she was thinking. "The only reason we are even here discussing this right now is because when you suggested repairing his godfather's old motorbike and giving it to Harry, that was the first sign of the sister I used to know that I've seen in years. That wasn't the selfish, arrogant, bigoted bitch the world has come to know as Lady Malfoy, but the kind, sweet and thoughtful younger sister I used to have. I miss that Astoria, and so do our parents."
Astoria wasn't sure what she expected out of this conversation, but it wasn't this. It felt like she was being rubbed raw right now, and she didn't like it. Daphne's words hit particularly close to home since she had been so terribly lonely recently once her time with Harry had ended and she'd been forced to take a closer look at the shambles her marriage was in. She'd given up so much of herself and the person she used to be when she became Lady Malfoy, and it was starting to feel like she was losing it all. She folded her arms across her chest and did her best to close herself off from the uncomfortable emotions, and she noticed the effectiveness of it when Daphne frowned.
"If you wanted me to stay that naive little girl, maybe you shouldn't have left me so alone," she said quietly. She hadn't meant to say it; she knew it hurt her chances of earning Daphne's approval, if there had ever been a chance of that in the first place. But she hadn't been able to help herself. Daphne's words were picking at old wounds and pain she'd tried so hard to bury and forget about as she threw herself fully into her new life.
"I did what I could for you, and so did our parents," Daphne said with what was obviously forced calm. "But I'm not going to have this argument again right now. Just ask yourself this question: were you more alone back then, during the middle of the war when you were safe and we did our best to protect you and show you our love, or are you more alone now with a husband who from what I hear doesn't love you, touch you or even like you? The only two people who spend any real time around you now are two witches you hated and probably still hate on at least some level, and they only spend time around you to sexually dominate you and make you humiliate yourself, but you take it all just so you can sometimes be allowed to have an orgasm. Do you really feel like you were more alone back then than you are now?"
Astoria frowned and bit her lip hard as Daphne's words assaulted her. Her older sister didn't give her much time to think about all of that, much less formulate a response, and maybe that was a blessing.
"As thanks for showing me that maybe you aren't a complete bitch, and also as my real birthday present to Harry, I'm going to agree to your request," Daphne said.
Astoria blinked, thinking she must have misheard her at first. Nothing about this conversation so far had made her think Daphne was giving any thought to actually saying yes, but her words sank in and Astoria felt joy like she hadn't felt in far too long. It must have been incredibly obvious on her face because Daphne gave her an extremely smug look.
"Of course there are going to be a list of conditions you'll need to agree to first," Daphne said. She summoned a piece of parchment from somewhere else and pushed it across the table towards Astoria.
--
"You seriously expect me to agree that I cannot ever have sex with Draco again, and if I do I will no longer ever be welcomed in Harry's bed again? What if he pursues me and I have to keep denying him? There's only so many times I can tell him I'm tired or sore before he'll start to get suspicious that something is up," Astoria complained, jabbing her finger against the parchment as she pointed at a specific clause. Daphne chuckled, and it only made Astoria more frustrated. "Do you find that funny?"
"Yes," Daphne said. "I find it very amusing that you're less concerned with denying your husband completely than you are with being kicked out of Harry's bed." Astoria winced but it wasn't like she could argue about what her priorities were here. "But you do make a good point. We will amend that clause to state that you will do your best to avoid any sexual contact with Draco, but in the event you have to deny him so often that there is a clear risk of him becoming suspicious you can agree to his advances. But you'll have to let me know in the event that that happens, and I will thoroughly test you for diseases before allowing you to become involved again."
Astoria wasn't entirely satisfied with that, but it was probably as good as she could hope for there. She nodded reluctantly. "I'll accept that."
"Good," Daphne said. She tapped the parchment with her wand, and the clause in question was replaced with the amended version they'd just agreed to. "Now are there any other points on the contract you want to take issue with?"
Astoria's eyes skimmed the contract again, looking for anything that stood out as something that would be worth disputing.
-Astoria (hereafter to be referred to as The Signed) isn't to have sex with Draco, barring his advances being persistent and unavoidable. If she does have to be involved with Draco, she must be tested for diseases before involving herself with Daphne, Harry or Narcissa again.
-The duration of The Signed's Vow will no longer be judged by magic and instead will be permanent.
-The Signed will obey Daphne's commands completely, as she does Harry's.
-The Signed may end the Vow at any point she wishes without consequence, but will no longer be welcome to be involved with Harry, Daphne or Narcissa (for as long as Narcissa is involved with Harry and Daphne).
-The Signed will perform the following, and the punishment for failing to complete them is included below each task:
-Wear no clothing when at the Manor, so long as there is no guest there other than Narcissa.
Punishment: 1 spank (hand) for every second that passes once 1 minute has passed since The Signed has determined that there are no guests. If The Signed for some reason finds herself unable to strip down, this punishment won't occur.
-Arrive in the morning, so long as it is possible to do so, and serve breakfast to Daphne and Harry in bed:
Punishment: 30 spanks (hand), 10 spanks (hairbrush/paddle)
-Attend the Greengrass Family Dinners on Sunday, whenever she can:
Punishment: 20 spanks (hand), 30 spanks (hairbrush/paddle), no interaction sexually with Harry beyond providing oral sex until The Signed has apologized at the next family dinner she attends.
-The Signed shall ask for permission (to Daphne or Harry) to do anything sexually with Harry that he does not initiate, whether commanded to do so by Daphne (or anyone else besides Harry) or not:
Punishment: 50 spanks (hand), 50 spanks (hairbrush/paddle), orgasm denial hex (1 week minimum, 4 weeks maximum).
-The Signed will provide Harry with a blowjob before he departs for work each morning, so long as she is given permission.
Punishment: 10 spanks (hand), 10 spanks (hairbrush/paddle), denial hex for her next 2 encounters with Harry that are not oral sex.
-Whenever departing the Manor, if Harry is there she must ask him if he needs anything from her before she departs:
Punishment: 25 spanks (hand), 25 spanks (hairbrush/paddle), denial hex for her next 3 encounters with Harry that are not oral sex.
-The Signed will touch herself while kneeling and watching, but not orgasm, anytime she witnesses Harry, Daphne or Narcissa having sex with one, or both, of the others, unless under orders to do otherwise.
Punishment for orgasming: Denial hex for 3 days.
Punishment for not kneeling/touching herself/watching: Denial hex for 3 days, 25 spanks (hand), 25 spanks (hairbrush/paddle).
-Harry will continue to provide her with discipline at work, but either himself or Daphne will provide said discipline now, rather than Narcissa or Pansy, unless stated otherwise.
-The Signed may continue to be involved with Narcissa and Pansy as she currently is, so long as neither Narcissa or Pansy become involved with anyone else.
-Pansy will need to give a new Vow of Silence, and The Signed must ensure that Narcissa has had that taken care of before informing Pansy of her situation back in Harry's life.
-The Signed shall perform a good deed for a muggleborn each day, which must be notable enough to satisfy either Daphne or Harry. Exceptions may be given if a good deed of enough significance is provided for someone else, at Harry and Daphne's discretion. Mediocre deeds may be enough to reduce the severity of punishment, again at the discretion of Harry and Daphne.
Punishment: 100 spanks (hand), 50 spanks (hairbrush/paddle), Denial hex for 3 days.
-All punishments are cumulative.
"No," she said eventually. "I can accept everything else."
"Excellent," Daphne said. "You can go ahead and sign it later, after Harry comes down and accepts you."
Astoria nodded, wishing she could sign it now and make it official before they could consider ripping it away from her, but if Harry needed to be here for that than so be it. She had just agreed to make the vow permanent, and incorporate Daphne into it as well, but Astoria couldn't bring herself to care about any of the logical concerns that came with it. All she saw was the chance to return to Harry's bed, and it had her feeling giddy.
"As you prove yourself, tasks will gradually be removed from the list," Daphne said. "Eventually you could arrive at a similar role as the one Narcissa enjoys, but how far you make it will be entirely dependent on how much progress you can make towards being the person you used to be."
Astoria just nodded. She would be whatever person she needed to be and put herself through whatever was necessary so long as she could feel Harry's hands and tongue on her again, not to mention his cock inside of her again.
"Now here's your first command, sister: strip down, here and now, and kneel on the floor with your knickers in your mouth. You're to stay just like that until Harry comes down to greet you. If you move for any reason other than to get a drink of water or use the loo before he arrives, that will be as good as an admission that you don't care about this as much as you claim to, and you'll give up on your right to be involved with Harry and Narcissa ever again, at least for as long as he's in a relationship with me."
"Is there anything else?" Astoria asked as she got up from her chair and started to tug her robes up.
"No," Daphne said, already moving away. "Just get in your position and stay there. If Harry doesn't make it down by midnight I'll have mercy on you and let you go home without considering it a failure on your part, but otherwise you're not to move unless it's for one of the reasons I specified, or if Narcissa or I come down and give you a command. Now be a good little sister and listen from down here while I go upstairs and have fun with my man."
--
Narcissa, freshly showered and cleaned up after her own session with Harry, came down the stairs amidst the deafening sounds of the bed shaking on the floor above. It sounded like Daphne was biting down on either a pillow or the bedding as she was fucked, but her moans were so loud that Narcissa could hear them clearly. And their guest could probably hear it all loud and clear as well.
Astoria was kneeling on the floor in the sitting room when Narcissa arrived, nude and with her knickers between her teeth just as Daphne had said she would be. Narcissa smirked at her as she sat down in her favorite chair, and she pointed at her lap with one hand while the other brandished a familiar hairbrush that she'd brought down with her for just this occasion.
Astoria got up off of her knees and hurried over to sling herself across her lap without Narcissa needing to even say a word to her. She didn't even seem to consider taking the very reasonable and simple precaution of asking how many spanks she would be receiving. But that was okay, because Narcissa already had an answer prepared for that question.
"There will not be a set number of spanks," she said, getting straight to the point and not even bothering with a simple greeting. "I will keep going until one of two things happen. Either your arse is going to be bruised or your sister and her boyfriend are going to finish up and it'll be my turn with him again." She felt Astoria stiffen in her lap, so she decided to give her a bit of incentive to play along with her game. "You can of course say no. But Harry and I have been tempering Daphne's plans for you already. Yes, believe it or not, I've been the voice of reason today. You've really managed to get on your sister's nerves over the past few years, haven't you? So it really is in your best interest to keep me happy today, in my opinion."
She really wasn't kidding about how vindictive Daphne had been with some of her ideas for Astoria today, but the spanking wasn't going to be quite as rough as she was suggesting it might be. She knew full well that Daphne was almost at her breaking point by now, so she wasn't going to last all that much longer. Astoria's paddling wouldn't last long, though it was going to be fierce. More than anything she just wanted to see how Astoria would react and how desperate she was to get back into Harry's bed.
Astoria nodded her head and then let it hang. Narcissa grinned, pulled the hairbrush back and brought it down onto the bare skin of Astoria's arse, making her daughter in law grunt into the knickers that served as her gag.
--
Daphne's orgasmic, excited, exhausted screech from up the stairs was a sound Narcissa knew well. She knew it meant that Daphne was too drained to keep going, and in this case that also meant Narcissa's playtime with Astoria was over.
She'd made the most of the time she'd had though, and Astoria herself was proof enough of that. She was sobbing, the sexy little green knickers she'd worn having fallen out of her mouth at some point during the paddling, and her arse wore the evidence of how efficient Narcissa had been with the time she'd been given.
"It looks like our time is up," Narcissa said, tossing the hairbrush aside. She went to pull Astoria up to straddle her lap, but Astoria beat her to it. She settled in on Narcissa's lap, and Narcissa kissed her possessively. Astoria just groaned into the kiss and took it, acting as docile and submissive as Narcissa had ever seen her act towards her. Apparently knowing what was coming had done wonders for her mood. It wasn't coming just yet though. She was going to have to put in a bit more work before Harry gave her what she craved so badly.
Narcissa cast a switching spell, swapping the hairbrush with the dildo from upstairs that would clearly not be needed up there any time soon since Daphne would be too exhausted to use it or take it.
"Get down and kneel again," she said. Astoria complied immediately, and Narcissa stood up and stuck the dildo to the ground with a new bit of spellwork Astoria hadn't seen before. "It's been some time since you've been with Harry, and I worry you might be a bit out of practice. You should use this chance to make sure you're ready to take Harry all the way down your throat."
Astoria got started quickly, but once she drove her throat all the way down quickly in her eagerness to prove she was ready, she discovered the little surprise Narcissa had for her. It hadn't been a charm to simply stick the dildo to the floor, but it kept Astoria in place when she went to pull back. She twisted her body to look up at Narcissa while her nose and chin were sticking to the floor, but all she accomplished was getting the dildo to press painfully into her throat. She choked and gurgled around the dildo, and Narcissa could see her panic as she thought she was going to be stuck down there without air since the dildo, which was a replica of Harry's cock, was too big. She decided to reveal the trick.
"The sticking charm will last for about twenty seconds before it will let you up," she explained. "It will fade away if it's not reactivated by you making it back down to the bottom of the dildo again within five seconds of going back up. You can let it fade if it gets to be too much for you, but I'd hate it if I had to reconsider going against Daphne's initial plan for tonight. She wanted you to start out being denied the ability to orgasm for an entire month as punishment for the things you said to your parents just before you married Draco. I talked her out of it; I said you were going to show us how committed you were. I guess you'll either prove me right or make a liar out of me."
Astoria was released by the sticking charm, and only waited for a second or two before driving her mouth back down to the bottom again. Narcissa smirked as Astoria gave her answer loud and clear, and then she gasped theatrically as he pretended to just now remember something.
"I almost forgot!" she said. "We need to make things interesting, don't we?" She swished her wand at Astoria, tugging her arms behind her back and binding them together. "Good luck, Astoria."
--
After the better part of an hour spent driving herself down on the dildo Narcissa had prepared for her, Astoria's eyes took note of Harry entering the room at last. He was completely, gloriously naked. Oh, how she had missed that cock! Her slobber covered the dildo and her jaw was sore and had locked up several times already during her efforts. Her nose and chin were currently stuck to the ground and the dildo was shoved painfully down her throat, but that glimpse of his hard cock was all it took to reassure her that she would go through this for a week straight without rest if it meant he would fuck her again regularly.
She'd been teased with the potential during her entire ordeal. Narcissa had gone upstairs and she and Harry had engaged in a very loud and very enthusiastic fuck. The door had been left wide open and there had been no silencing charm in place. Some time close to the end Daphne had even summoned a second wind and joined in. The three of them had had their fun together while Astoria went through her trial. By the time he was finished with them it was obvious both Narcissa and Daphne were exhausted, but Harry wasn't. His erect cock spoke to that, even if Astoria hadn't remembered how insatiable he was. (And she remembered. She remembered every night.)
He was in no hurry to come to her though. He went and sat down casually on the couch directly across from her, watching her work hard as he lounged. He watched her silently for a couple of minutes before he finally spoke to her.
"After that charm ends, you're going to sign the bottom of that parchment Daphne showed you earlier," he said. "Then you're going to go upstairs and lock it in my drawer. Once you do that you will be bound by everything written on it." He waved his hand in her direction, and a second later her arms were unbound and free.
The second the charm let her up she shot to her feet, rushed over and signed the parchment with the quill Harry held up for her to take. She felt the flash of magic as the contract became binding with her signature, but she didn't have time to care about that. She picked the parchment up and dashed up the stairs with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning, nearly forgetting to cast the locking charm once the parchment was in his drawer.
With the parchment signed, sealed and delivered to its proper place, all that was left was for Astoria to get back to the cock she had missed so much. She raced out of his room and towards the stairs again, moving in such a hurry that she tripped over the fifth step on her way back down and would have tumbled the rest of the way down quite painfully if Harry hadn't caught her with a levitation charm and brought her back to him. He was still seated, and he brought Astoria to rest on her knees in front of him.
"We're going to talk," he said. "Well, I'm going to talk and you're going to listen. I have a feeling there's something you'd much rather use your mouth for than talking right now, so if you're that eager you can get to work on my balls while I do the talking."
Astoria needed no more encouragement than that. She hurried to get to work, licking, kissing and sucking on Harry's big balls. What she wanted more than anything was to have his cock inside of her, but for the moment she would happily show his balls the sort of worship they deserved.
"I never expected Daphne to agree to this when I brought it up," he began while she kept working. "If I ever needed proof of how lucky I am, here it is. I'm the luckiest bloke in all of Britain, and probably the entire world." He chuckled as Astoria took his left testicle between her lips and sucked on it hard. "But I bet you're feeling even luckier than me, aren't you?" Astoria took her job of worshipping his balls too seriously to stop doing it for long enough to tell him yes, so she settled for moaning an affirmative around his balls while nodding her head slightly. That made him laugh even harder.
"Enough of that," Harry said. He grabbed her hair and dragged her head away from his balls only to thrust his cock into her mouth, and without any further word he began to fuck her throat.
Astoria had convinced herself that she was ready for this, ready for anything he threw at her, but it was more of a struggle than she'd been expecting. It had been awhile, and her throat and her jaw muscles were weary thanks to the fake version of his cock Narcissa had just made her deepthroat for the better part of an hour. She gagged around his cock and her eyes teared up, not that Harry held back at all out of concern. He fucked her throat with every bit of the roughness and dominance that she remembered, and no matter how much she struggled with it she truly wouldn't have it any other way.
He held her head down at the bottom of his cock, and while she gagged and struggled for air she became convinced that the dildo that was supposed to represent an accurate artificial version of Harry's cock was actually not quite as large as the real thing.
"I was only intending on using your mouth tonight," Harry announced as he let her come back up for a brief respite. "That was the plan for all of us in fact. Just you being involved again in any capacity was supposed to be reward enough for now." While disappointed, Astoria couldn't disagree. It wasn't all that she wanted, but it was more than she'd honestly expected. At least she was back in, and at least he would fuck her again eventually.
"You can thank Daphne and Narcissa for everything that happens from this point on," he continued. "Just before I came down here that convinced me to fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to move your legs to get to the floo." Astoria moaned around his cock and shivered in excitement at the vision he'd just put in her head. Playing with Narcissa and Pansy was fun, or at least it could be when they weren't too busy coming up with new ways to torture and embarrass her, but there was nothing that could compare with being fucked by Harry. That was why she was here, and it was why she'd been so miserable to have it taken away from her.
"That excited you, didn't it?" he asked. She nodded around his cock and he laughed. "I'm glad to see you're still the same submissive little slut I remember," he said.
Astoria was beyond thrilled, but she was also really struggling now. His massive cock and the work she'd already been put through were catching up to her, and Harry kept pressing her. He gave her one last deep thrust that took her breath away and made her squeal and shake, and then he finally pulled up. But he wasn't finished with her. He was only just getting started.
He roughly dragged her onto her back on the carpet and pinned her ankles above her head with only one hand, forcing her body to bend in an incredibly physically demanding position. It reminded her of just how much she had missed not just his cock but him. No one else could dominate her so completely and so effortlessly like this. Narcissa and Pansy working together couldn't even come close to this.
"I hope you're ready for this, because there is going to be absolutely nothing gentle about what I'm going to do to you," he said. "This is going to be rough." She shivered once again in delight at his tone. He meant every word of it. He was going to fuck the hell out of her, and that was exactly what she was here for.
The hand that wasn't holding her legs reached down to grip her throat, and she gasped just as he lined himself up and entered her in one brutal thrust. He didn't bother to check if she was ready, and he didn't even think about easing her back into this. Neither of those things was necessary, and they both knew it. The reality was that he knew as well as she did that she was more than ready. She was more ready than she had ever been.
Astoria moaned loudly as she felt Harry's cock drive home into her, filling her up like only he had ever been able to do. The hand around her throat squeezed.
"If you can't shut the fuck up before you wake up Daphne or Narcissa I can promise you that you will wish you had," he said coldly. He had never sounded so callous with her, or at the very least he hadn't since the earliest days of the vow, though she wasn't sure he'd sounded like that even back then.
Her moans did not subside despite the warning, as well as her shock at just how cold he'd sounded. She couldn't help it though; she had gone without this for so long and had missed it so much. He fucked her brutally; his hips driving into her while his hand squeezed her throat. He had never fucked her this hard before.
Then he took it to a level she never would have dreamed of and slapped her across the cheek. She gasped in shock, as while she knew he was strong enough that he could have smacked her much harder than that if his goal was to do real damage, it had still been a harder slap than she would have ever expected from him. But there was no question how she felt about it. Her body knew exactly how it felt, and the proof was in how much closer her orgasm came in response. She was well on her way there regardless, but her arousal spiked tremendously once she felt that slap.
Her moans got freer and louder now as he continued to fuck her, and they only got louder as he started to smack her tits. He slapped them almost lazily and seemingly at random. Harry suddenly grabbed her throat again and squeezed even harder than before. He squeezed so tight that the moans shrank down to the mere faintest of sounds.
Astoria's first orgasm hit her so quickly that it was frankly humiliating. She'd known she was needy, but it still shouldn't have come up on her quite that quickly!
"Already, Astoria?" Harry asked, laughing at her. "You're going to make this easier on me than I expected if that's all it's going to take to make you cum."
It was around this time that Astoria realized Harry had somehow become even better in his role of dominance now. He'd been a natural at it; she could say that better than anyone, because she had been the first person to ever experience it and he'd done a damn good job of it even that first night where he'd caught her and she'd sworn her vow in order to escape Azkaban. But in the time since she'd last been with him he had gotten even better at it, which she wouldn't have believed was possible. When he gave her a particularly painful, deep thrust that sent her arousal spiking yet higher than before she realized that she had become the slut he always used to call her. Or maybe she always had been.
She didn't care either way. She didn't care about her pride or about anything other than getting more of this. She loved the way Harry fucked her too much to ever lose it again. Astoria vowed to herself that she was going to do whatever it took to keep on getting fucked like this. Even if that meant allowing her sister and Narcissa to humiliate her for the rest of her life, she would do it. They could rub her face in this for eternity and she would accept it gladly so long as Harry kept fucking her like this.
"Was it really worth it, Astoria?" he asked. "Was it worth agreeing to submit to me and Daphne forever, and continuing to be Pansy and Narcissa's plaything until they get bored of you, just so you can have the chance to convince me and your sister you're worthy of the pleasure I can bring you?"
Astoria's pleasure hit another spike as she realized that she had actually given away all control to them. She still had the ability to end their agreement and remove herself from the situation entirely, not that she would ever even entertain the idea of doing something so stupid, but aside from that she had given up all control to Harry and Daphne forever. This was not the original vow, where magic would have determined when she had adequately been punished for her crimes and released her at that point. This was permanent; she would be under Harry and Daphne's control for the rest of her life unless she backed out of it all.
The arousal that coursed through her at that lack of control got her heart racing even faster than it already had been. The thoughts rushing through her mind sent her racing over the edge. She could no longer breathe and her vision was getting blurry thanks to the combination of the earth-shattering pleasure and the lack of oxygen in her lungs.
But the vow was still in place as ever, and Harry had asked her a direct question that demanded a direct answer.
"Yes," she rasped out with her last bit of air. And it was. It was worth it, without question. The overwhelming feeling from the admission, as well as the lack of air and of course the relentless pounding of Harry's cock, forced another orgasm out of Astoria. Her second orgasm seemed just as amusing to Harry as her first, because he laughed and shook his head.
"I guess Narcissa was right about this after all," he said. "I thought even you would have your limits. There was no way you could get off on being choked, right? Yet here we are. I can see why Draco could never satisfy you. He'd hate to have to get his pretty little hands dirty, wouldn't he? That's why you have to come to me to get what you need."
Back when she'd first sworn this vow she would have cursed his name for disrespecting both her and Draco in such a manner, but Astoria was well beyond that point now. She still retained at least some of that haughtiness, but she left it at the door when it came to this. Harry could disrespect her and her husband as much as he wanted to, so long as he kept fucking her like no one else ever had and no one else ever would.
Harry's hand released her throat at last, and Astoria gasped and wheezed as her body desperately tried to suck in whatever oxygen it could. (She wasn't to know, but he would later tell Narcissa and Daphne that she'd been teetering a bit too close to the edge. Between her gurgling and her head drooping and then jerking back up into alertness, he felt like the breath play was carrying on too long and becoming too risky for him to be comfortable continuing with it.)
The choking was done, but that didn't mean Harry was. After removing his hand from her throat he cast a silencing spell on the sitting room. Astoria was barely even aware of it. Her body was weak and she was drifting in and out of alertness, not unlike how she had when Narcissa and Pansy played their game with her. But the key difference here was that while Narcissa, heartless bitch though she was, gave her some time to flicker in and out and to recover at least a little bit, Harry gave her no such time. He continued to roughly use her body however he pleased, getting right back to fucking her, and the hand that had been choking her now returned to slapping her tits.
Astoria hadn't forgotten how strong Harry was, but he reminded her nevertheless. He kept fucking her, driving his hips into her and making her body feel his strength every single time, again and again without pause and without mercy. This was what she'd been missing; this was what she'd come crawling in here to beg her sister for. Harry fucked Astoria all the way until she could feel a third orgasm approaching. He noticed it too. It had been a little bit since they'd done this, but he'd fucked her so often that he could still easily see and feel all of the signs that Astoria was feeling good and about to feel even better. He waved his hand over her body, and Astoria gasped and whimpered in frustration when she felt the familiar effects of the orgasm denial spell hit her.
"Beg for it," he said roughly. "Let me hear how much you want it and how much you've missed it. Beg me!"
"Please!" she said right away. "Please, Harry! Please make me cum! I need it so much; I've missed this so much! Please make me cum, I'm begging you!"
"You can do better than that," he said. He apparently seemed to be satisfied with what he'd done with her tits, because he reached behind and beneath her body to start spanking her arse. It was still tender thanks to Narcissa's work earlier, but Astoria would take it gladly along with the cock screwing her.
The spanking made things even more difficult for her. Most women probably would have merely endured this at best, especially if their bum was already as sore as hers was, but in Astoria's case the spanking only drove her arousal higher. The physical demands of the spanking as well as the peak of the fucking he was giving her had Astoria as aroused as she'd been all day, or night she supposed since she had been here for long already.
It didn't take long before her feeble resistance slipped. The pleasure was turning into a discomfort the longer this went on with her being denied the orgasm that begged to be let out. It combined with the more obvious physical pain of the spanks to make things even rougher on her.
"Please!" she groaned. "Please, spank me more!" Harry chuckled and began to slap her arse quickly. "More, harder, harder!" Astoria wasn't sure she could take any more, or whether or not she could handle his hand hitting her arse any harder than it already was, but she couldn't help herself at this point. She was too far gone to have any sense of self-preservation now.
"Slap my face!" she demanded next, and then it just broke down entirely. "Use me! Use me, abuse me, do whatever you want to me!" She only now realized that he didn't specify what it was she should be begging for, and this was the only thing she could come up with. She was so desperate to cum that she would beg as desperately as he wanted and plead with him to do whatever he wished as long as he let her cum. She wasn't sure she'd ever felt so desperate to cum, even though she'd already orgasmed twice today and even though Narcissa used to make her go weeks without a single climax. This just went to show how badly she needed this; how badly she needed what only Harry could give her.
She broke off into nonsensical, rambling pleas that barely counted as words, and her body thrashed beyond her control. Harry seemed to realize that she was at the point where she could take no more, because her hazy mind felt him left the charm off of her. She screeched and thrashed as she came for the third time, and she was still babbling when he pulled his cock out of her and sprayed her face with his own orgasm. Astoria smiled when she felt it. How long had it been since Harry had dirtied her face with his semen?
It had been far too long. Far, far too long.
--
An exhausted Astoria washed her face in one of the guest restrooms, thinking about what she'd just been through.
She'd thought she remembered what it felt like at the end after Harry was finished with her, but she realized now that she'd been underselling him. Time had dulled her memory there somewhat, but he'd reminded her of what he was capable of now. She was honestly amazed that he'd managed to do all of that with her even after having fucked both her sister and her mother in law for Merlin only knew how long. He'd been going at it with Narcissa before Astoria even arrived to meet with Daphne, and he'd kept going the entire time.
In the past there had been times when Harry was legitimately furious with her over something she'd said or done, but he'd still fucked her in a way that could almost be considered gentle in comparison to how he'd treated her tonight. The spanks he'd given her during the shag were even harder than what he used to give her when he was spanking her as a legitimate punishment--and her arse had already been bright red before he even came down the stairs thanks to Narcissa.
He didn't give her a second to rest even after he came on her face. No sooner had he done that before he was pressing into her arse and giving her a firm buggering on top of everything else he'd already given her. He'd at least been considerate enough not to reapply the denial charm, though he'd amused himself by pulling on her nipples and slapping her tits some more until he once again finished by cumming on her face.
Now that she had the time to stand there and think about things, Astoria was pretty sure she'd seen Daphne summon a potion into her hand before she went up the stairs, and that potion appeared to be the same color as the pepper-up potion. She would bet that she had given it to Harry before sending him down the stairs to greet Astoria. Astoria didn't know whether she should thank Daphne or curse her for that.
Who was she kidding? Of course she was thankful. Even as physically and mentally grueling as it had been, that was still the best sex of her entire life. That was really saying something considering how frequently and how well Harry had fucked her from the very first day of her Vow of Control.
"Tired?"
She looked over her shoulder to see Harry standing in the doorway of the loo, wearing only a pair of underwear that she didn't recognize. Perhaps they'd been a gift from Daphne?
"Yes," she said. "And it was worth it." Truer words had never been spoken.
"If you can go back to the sitting room before I go back in and get yourself into the same position as before, but with your arms and legs bound over your head, I'll reward you for it," he said.
Astoria's legs felt like jelly, and she knew she would be utterly broken and useless if she got fucked like that again right now. Despite that, she willed her legs to move and raced back into the sitting room with an excited bounce in her step that would have humiliated her if she'd been capable of feeling shame or humiliation right now. She grabbed her wand as she went and tried to figure out how she was going to get herself into that position as she hurried back to the sitting room.
--
Astoria was in position by the time Harry returned, and she saw him grinning at her.
"I'm truly proud of you for being so selfless for your sister's sake," he said. "And I did promise you that I would reward you for that didn't I?"
"It was nothing special," she said. "You gave me my reward when you talked to Daphne about this and opened the door." She decided to try and be modest, reasoning that it was going to be the most beneficial attitude for her to take long-term if she wanted to give them no excuses to deprive her of what she needed. Harry snorted.
"You have no idea how amusing I find it that you consider getting fucked by me a reward," he said. "Can you imagine if you had a time turner and went back to tell the Astoria who swore the vow that one day she was going to beg for me to fuck her, and she would even try to make some sort of peace with her estranged sister to make it happen?"
Astoria just shook her head. She knew what he meant. Even when she'd gotten her first taste of what he could do she had still tried to fight against it, to deny how good it felt. Her pride as Lady Malfoy prevented her from giving in, but that pride and that denial of how Harry and his big cock made her body sing was such a distant memory that it barely merited consideration in Astoria's opinion.
"In case you were wondering, me being as rough as I was before was Daphne and Narcissa's doing," he continued. "But it didn't take much to convince me of it, because I had a feeling you were going to enjoy it as much as you did."
"You were right," she said. "All of you were." It had been even more intense than she'd thought it would be, and it had been amazing.
"I know we were," he said, smirking. Then his face got more serious. "But what I'm about to do for you now is something Daphne and I came up with. It's our final thank you for what you did for my birthday, but it's also a show from Daphne as to what your future could look like, if you can shed your pride as Lady Malfoy and turn back into someone more like the kind younger sister and loving daughter you used to be."
Astoria didn't know what to make of that, any of it, but her breath left her when Harry did not get back to the brutal fuck she'd been expecting when she got into position. Instead he knelt between her legs, and Astoria whimpered with raw need. She couldn't believe her luck as Harry began to kiss her inner thigh. Of all of the things she'd expected or hoped for tonight, she hadn't dared to think that he might give her this. She expected it to take quite some time before she might be able to earn the chance to have his head between her legs again, but there he was, kissing her so close to where she needed him.
"I promise I'll be a good slut from now on," she said, begging him, promising she would do everything he asked of her if he would give her this treasure. "I'll never do anything bad again, I swear!" Harry's lips paused in their slow trip along her inner thigh.
"I highly doubt you can be good all the time," he said. "But when you are able to go above and beyond and show yourself to be the good person your family remembers you to be, Daphne and I are going to reward you for it. And I intend for your rewards for good behavior to be just as intense as your punishments have been and will be if you act poorly."
Astoria could think of no greater incentive for good behavior than that promise, particularly once he got back to work with his mouth. He kissed and licked his way to her pussy, and then he showed her just how richly rewarded she would be if she could earn his and Daphne's approval.
As Harry's tongue traced across her pussy lips and then took a slow circle around her clit, Astoria settled in for the amazing oral sex she remembered so fondly. But a funny thing happened this time around. As good as it had always been, it wasn't the same anymore. Now it was even better.
It wasn't that he'd ever held back on her before. He'd always given her a solid effort with his tongue and his lips, and she had never had any reason to complain. There was a reason she was quick to ask for oral sex when she was in a position to request something from him, after all. But as good as it had been before, this time it felt like he was worshipping her body with a reverence he'd never shown before. Even in the submissive position she'd assumed, she'd never felt him take such good care of her and devote himself so completely to her. With every pass of his tongue, every rub or wiggle of his fingers and every press of his lips, she felt more richly rewarded than she ever had in her life. Nothing could compare to this; not the prestige and power of being Lady Malfoy, or all of the gold in their Gringotts vault. There was no material possession she could ever attain that would make her feel better than Harry Potter worshipping her body with his mouth.
The pleasure he gave her was almost too much for Astoria to process after what had already been an exhausting day and evening. She moaned helplessly as his mouth brought her closer and closer to the end, and gasped when the promised moment arrived.
"Oh Merlin!" she whispered. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" It became an exclamation, a chant, a plea and a prayer all rolled into one. She had been fortunate enough to find herself back in Harry's life and in his bed (or on the floor of his sitting room, whatever) again, and he was showing her such devotion with his mouth that it was making her cum like never before. It seized control of her body and her mind and made her see white.
As Astoria's orgasm overtook her, she shook and tugged at her bindings. She badly needed to grab onto his hair, or wiggle her hips or do anything other than simply remain bent in half and played like a fine instrument. It felt wrong to be so motionless when her body and her mind were being made to feel so much pleasure.
Harry looked down at her oddly as he stood up, and Astoria gasped in disbelief, hardly daring to believe her luck when he got right back down onto his knees between her legs. A light, playful slap to her inner thighs got her attention.
"Since your gift really benefited not just me but Daphne and Narcissa as well, it only seems fair that you are rewarded three times too," he said. Astoria nodded, not about to complain if he was going to keep using that talented mouth on her. "But maybe I should give you more of a choice in how you are rewarded. If you'd like, you can trade this second round for some salve to apply to your tits and your arse so they won't be stinging for the next few days while Draco is away."
Astoria whined, and rather than give him her answer verbally she made her feelings clear by bucking her hips upwards as best she could in her position. Harry laughed.
"I'll take that as a no," he said, and then he said nothing else for quite some time because his mouth had more important things to do.
--
Despite his words, Harry stopped after Astoria's second orgasm. She wasn't exactly in a position to complain; both of the climaxes he'd brought her with his mouth had been sensational, and there had been the three she'd had when he was fucking her early on too. Still, she couldn't help but notice that he had promised to reward her three times but had only licked her to two orgasms before stopping.
"You're done for the night," he said as he pulled back and stood up. "Those two were the thanks for Narcissa and Daphne, but to get my thank you you're going to have to be on your best behavior at work tomorrow morning. Think of it as an incentive, or maybe one final demand, since I know how cranky you can get after you don't get enough sleep. And since this took so long, I know you're not going to be sleeping much tonight."
"Can I know what my reward is?" she asked. She wasn't sure if he would appreciate her asking, but since this was a reward he was offering for something she'd done previously she didn't think he would be too upset with her for asking.
"If you can be pleasant and professional tomorrow morning at work despite your exhaustion, I will floo you back here with me during lunch and leave your bindings off so you can fully enjoy my reward to you. I figure you'd appreciate that before reality sets in and you have to deal with Daphne and Narcissa making you earn every orgasm you're given."
"I would like that," she said quietly, and then she shook her head to keep her eyes from drifting closed on her. Harry casually dispelled her bindings, and Astoria's body unfolded as her limbs were freed.
"The guest room to the left of the master bedroom is yours whenever you can sleep over," he said. "I know you said Draco is out of the country for a few days, so the room is ready for you."
"Wonderful," she said. She would have much preferred to sleep with him in his bed, but she knew better than to push that hard. Daphne might have allowed her back into Harry's life, but that didn't mean she would let her enjoy that kind of intimacy. Maybe some day in the future this would be possible, but that day was not today.
"Good," he said. "I'll warn you now that you are going to be used thoroughly before we head to work in the morning, so you'll probably want to head home and get some clothes if you plan on sleeping here tonight. Or you can go home and sleep for a few hours before coming back; it's your choice. Just make sure you're here and ready to see to your responsibilities before work." Astoria nodded and dragged herself to her feet, but she was already thinking about the list of terms on that parchment she had signed. She was determined to show Harry (and Daphne too) that she was going to be able to meet all of those conditions.
"Do you need anything before I go?" she asked. Harry was present, and it was her duty to ask if there was anything she could do for him before she left. Harry laughed and smiled at her, seemingly remembering the term himself.
"There's not," he said. "You can go home and do whatever you need to do."
"Are you sure about that?" Astoria asked. She stared pointedly at the tent in the loose trousers he'd changed into before joining her in the sitting room. "It looks like the pepper-up potion my sister gave you isn't through with you just yet." She still didn't know for sure that she had been right about what she thought she saw, but she decided to make an educated guess.
"Yeah, she went a bit over the top with the dose," he mumbled, confirming Astoria's suspicions. She had a feeling it had not been a mistake either. Daphne wanted to make sure Harry was as prepared as he could possibly be to wreck Astoria. "It will wear off soon. At least I think I will."
Astoria would have liked to believe that she was going to do what she was about to do only because she wanted to be in Harry's good books as much as she possibly could, but she knew it was a lie. The truth was that she simply missed Harry's cock. When she'd thought about how much she'd missed it she had tended to focus on how it felt when he drove it inside of her and fucked her body, but even having it back between her lips after so long seemed like a joy and a privilege at this point. Despite being so worn down that her vision was blurry and so exhausted that her legs wobbled when she tried to walk, she couldn't resist the chance to do more.
She shoved him down onto the couch, and he grunted and looked up at her in surprise. But she said nothing. She just tugged his trousers and underwear down his legs, got down on her knees and began to suck his cock. If Daphne had given him so much pepper-up potion that he was still hard, it was Astoria's job to make sure he was taken care of. Harry sighed in appreciation as her lips wrapped around him and sucked, and ran his hands through her hair. Once she started bobbing her head he burst into laughter, and she looked up at him with narrowed eyes. She knew she had been a bit out of practice at sucking a cock (a real flesh one rather than a dildo imitating one anyway), but she was quite sure that her skills had not deteriorated to the point that he should have any reason to laugh.
"Don't be offended," he said, still chuckling. "I'm just laughing because of how absurd it is that you're this eager to suck my cock even though you're not going to receive anything in return."
Astoria begged to differ on that. She was getting quite a bit in return. Maybe she wasn't getting physical pleasure out of it, but who said that was a requirement for her to enjoy herself? Being back down on her knees in Harry's sitting room and sucking his cock was a position Astoria was thrilled to return to, and she wasn't going to waste a moment of this second chance.
"I'm going to lay back and relax," he said. "You can keep right on sucking my cock if that's what you want to do, but if you'd rather climb up onto my lap, slide me into your arse and bounce around while you bugger yourself, you're welcome to do that too."
Astoria thought about it for a few moments, and then she released Harry's cock from between her lips and made her move. It wasn't easy for her to force her weary body to move, but she slowly pulled herself to her feet and climbed up onto his lap. Harry did nothing to help her in her efforts; he'd made it clear that he was going to sit back and relax, and it was up to her to do what she wanted. She had to push her sore body into action in order to take what she wanted.
It was not easy to make her protesting muscles do what her mind told them to do, but eventually she was able to get herself into position, her back pressing against his strong chest as she held his cock steady with her hand and sank down onto him. She put her hands on his thighs to allow herself to build some momentum as she began to bounce herself up and down on his cock.
The Lady Malfoy was cuckolding her husband, bouncing her arse up and down on the cock of the man he hated perhaps more than anyone else in the world. And there was nowhere she would rather be. Whatever her last name was and whatever her marriage contract said, this was where she belonged.
She was home.