Harry's morning had been surprisingly slow, so he found his mind drifting to one of the women in his life. Lately it had been the recently returned Astoria occupying most of his spare thoughts, but not at the moment. Right now it was Narcissa who was on his mind.
He was examining the power dynamics between Narcissa and Astoria specifically, which had developed largely out of sight while he was focused on his growing relationship with Daphne. It was only now that Astoria was becoming integrated back into his personal life and they were figuring out this new relationship that he got to see more than just the occasional interaction between Narcissa and her daughter in law.
He wasn't overly worried about the nature of it, since Astoria had willingly submitted to Narcissa and had been given the option of getting out of it any time she wanted to. Astoria undeniably had a thing for being submissive; that was something he knew long before now. There was no need for him to step in and do something about that.
His greater focus was on why Narcissa seemed unable to help herself from doing things like she'd done the previous evening, pushing Astoria's buttons and taking advantage of her even when it was clear that Harry and even Daphne wanted her to get a break and recover. Maybe you could write it off as her just carrying a grudge against the woman who had married her son. Harry would have had no problem believing that when she first walked into their lives, trying to come between him and Astoria however she could.
But that wasn't the Narcissa of today. Narcissa had clearly been the one uncomfortable with spanking an already spent Astoria when he arrived home after work, so why had she gone in and woken her up later that night to take advantage of her like she had? It was a puzzle worth examining further.
A chime signaled the passage of another hour, and Harry glanced down at his schedule for the day. It was light; very light.
"Astoria, come in here for a second," he called. She entered his office and looked at him expectantly.
"What can I do for you, boss?" She licked her lips suggestively, making him smirk.
"Since my schedule is so light today, I'm going to work through lunch and then take the afternoon off," he said. Her flirtatious smile turned into a frown quickly.
"But I was hoping for a quick shag at lunchtime!" she whined. He laughed and shook his head.
"Duty calls," he said. "But since you already assisted Auror McConnell this morning, I will make you a deal. As long as you stay in the office with the door locked, the whole night will be yours." This was partially an incentive for her and partially a punishment for Narcissa, who he was still quite displeased with for her actions the previous day and especially night. "Besides, I'm sure you can manage to make it through the day after a fun lunch with Narcissa, right? That should tide you over until you get off of work and I can give you all the attention you need."
Astoria brightened considerably at that, and he shook his head in amusement as she began to put an exaggerated sway into her hips while she walked towards him. Maybe he could have a little bit of fun.
"Since you should be efficient later without me here to distract you, you might as well get under the desk right now."
"I was hoping for a little more than just a blowjob," she said. "Can't you fit in at least a quick shag?"
"That was why I was giving you tonight," he said, sighing. "But if you're going to be this much of a needy little slut, fine. I'll play with you, but any paperwork I can't get done is going to be your responsibility this afternoon."
"And what if I'm so good at distracting you that I leave too much work for me to finish all by myself?" she asked, raising her eyebrow in challenge.
"Then I'll put the denial hex on you for the night," he said. "No work, no play. You can either get this done efficiently enough so there will be no work left when you leave today, or you can go back out to your desk right now and leave me alone to work. I'll leave it up to you." Astoria didn't take long to consider her options.
"I'll get it done." She dropped her robes to the ground, her decision made. Harry stood up and made his way around the desk, and her hands immediately went to work on his robes. He left her to it while he leaned down to kiss her. This was not a sweet or passionate kiss; this one was aggressive and demanding. He moved his lips roughly against hers and even bit her lower lip before pulling his mouth away from hers.
Astoria bent over the desk, presenting that perfect bottom to him. Likely she was tempting him to slide right in and start to fuck her, but he caught her by surprise when he smacked her across the arse. It wasn't a gentle spank either. He didn't need the paddle to make her feel it, as he had just reminded her. She looked over her shoulder at him, expecting a spanking now. He wondered if she might actually speak up and protest since she was still sore.
"I'm just getting warmed up," he said. He grabbed the back of her head and pinned her down on top of the desk. More spanks came, but they were followed by him teasing her pussy with his fingers. Her reaction was quick; she spread her legs wider for him in invitation.
He still intended to get out of here early, and to be efficient with his work as well, but this might delay him ever so slightly. He'd forgotten how distracting it could be to have a sexy, submissive assistant who craved his cock at all hours of the work day.
--
"Make sure you get everything done before you leave," Harry said as he stood up from his desk and prepared to leave the office for the day.
"Right, right," Astoria said, smiling at him as she returned from her lunch. He recognized that smile; it was the one she only ever wore after she had been sexually satisfied. Apparently Narcissa had done a good job then. Astoria still looked quite content, at least until she looked down at his desk and saw how much paperwork was still left.
"What the hell?!" she said, looking up at him accusingly. "There's far more here than just today's paperwork! Isn't this the case file from the Gibbons case? That was over a month ago! And the McLaggen testimony? That was two weeks ago! Why do I have to do this now?!"
"Because I was going to take care of those today, owing to the lighter schedule," he said calmly. "And I would have, if you hadn't been so needy." This was true; he wasn't just coming up with an excuse for dumping more work on her. Those two old files were not essential, but he'd added them to his workload for the day when he looked at his schedule and would have gotten them done without a horny assistant to take care of.
"Ugh, you fucking bastard!" she snapped without thinking. Her jaw clicked and she looked at him with wide eyes as she realized what she'd just blurted out. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"But you still said it," he said. "That's ten spanks coming your way." He shook his head, smirking at her. "You just had to go and ruin this easy way to have a nice evening, didn't you?"
She glowered at him and stomped over towards his desk, reminding him more of the moody, disruptive brat she'd been when she first started working for him and still truly hated his guts. He didn't miss that Astoria, not really, but there were times he missed putting her in her place.
He pinned her to the desk roughly, much as he had earlier that day, and he tugged her robes up her hips. He thrashed her arse as hard as he could ten times, knowing that she was still sore though not in nearly as bad a shape as she had been before. She was recovered enough that he had no problem giving her ten hard spanks, giving her the consequences for her actions. She'd gotten much better about mouthing off and earning punishments for herself, but when she slipped up he was not going to let it slide.
"Now thank me for being nice enough to deal with this now and keep it to myself," he said once he was finished. Merlin only knew what Daphne or Narcissa would have done with this kind of ammunition!
"Thank you, Harry," she said. He nodded, happy to consider the matter settled. But then she spread her legs, clearly attempting to entice him into another quick shag before he left the office for the day. He wasn't going to take her up on it, but he would give her one final response. The smack of his hand slapping her bare arse one more time earned a well-deserved yelp from Astoria.
"You have far too much work to get done to waste any more time," he said seriously. "But if you'd like to have a quickie now and ruin what is supposed to be an entire evening all about you…"
He trailed off, letting her reach the obvious conclusion. Or was it obvious? It should be, but Astoria was so needy that he wasn't sure if she was capable of making logical decisions. Had she always been this insatiable?
"Go home," she said firmly while quickly straightening up and tugging her knickers back up and her robes back down. So she was at least capable of seeing the forest for the trees.
Harry returned home, and found himself face to face with a confused Narcissa.
"Perfect timing," he said. He'd been planning on a bit of relaxation, but if she was here he might as well deal with this now while Astoria and Daphne were still at work. "It's time for us to talk."
She nodded nervously and followed behind him.
--
"I made a mistake, and I will gladly accept the consequences of it," Narcissa said. "I enjoy having my fun with Astoria, as you know, but I did not realize how exhausted she actually was."
She sounded sincere enough. He'd been grilling her about why she took such delight in tormenting Astoria, and had made it clear to her that he wasn't talking about simple domination and submission elements like when she played with Astoria before she flooed out for work.
"I believe you," he said. "But I have to ask you: what do you think your role here is now with Astoria back?"
Narcissa did not seem to be expecting the question, or perhaps she simply hadn't been able to think of a good answer. Her calm mask slipped as she nervously tried to formulate a response.
"I'm here to assist Astoria in shaking off Draco's influence, to amuse Daphne and to pleasure you," she said finally.
"And why have you changed your tune on that?" he asked. "When you first came here it was to end my affair with Astoria and get her to be faithful to Draco again. Why the shift?"
"The painful truth is that I hated my life with Lucius," Narcissa said frankly. "I hated it. But I've had to look at things differently over the last several months, and I can't ignore the truth."
"What truth is that?"
"The truth is that as much as I loathed my relationship with Lucius, if you can even call it that, Astoria has it at least as bad. She might even have it worse. Draco is as bad as his father; he may be worse. That's a painful thing to admit about your own son, but it's the truth. I see that now, as much as I hate to, and I can't let someone else go through what I did. I was lucky that Lucius was sent to Azkaban for the rest of his life at the end of the war. I spent years thinking that Astoria was to blame for my loss of influence in Draco's life, and blaming her for what he's become. But that was wrong, and I see that now. Astoria is stuck with Draco much like I was stuck with Lucius for decades, until you ended the war and did me the pleasure of sending him to rot in Azkaban. I don't want her to suffer like I did."
"I respect that," he said, nodding. "And I'm glad that you're willing to help her try and get out of that nightmare, if it's possible. But that doesn't mean you can do things like you did to her last night. I know you two have developed your own little dom/sub relationship that has its differences from mine, but you need to know that there are still limits to it."
"Of course," Narcissa said. "I understand, and I will do better in the future at looking out for when she needs a break or at least a gentler touch."
"See that you do," he said. "If not, I'll step in, and you won't like it." She nodded, and he stared at her seriously for a moment before smiling to lighten the mood. "As for the other things, you do amuse Daphne, but it's clearly more than that. You aren't here just for Daphne's amusement or my sexual satisfaction. Perhaps we've all been so focused on Astoria's return and how to integrate her into everything that I didn't concentrate enough on you and how your own relationship with me and Daphne has evolved."
She looked at him questioningly, as if she didn't know what he meant or what she was expected to say.
"Daphne and Astoria will be at work for the rest of the afternoon," he said. "Maybe we can spend the afternoon together, just the two of us, and catch up on things."
"That works for me," Narcissa said, nodding. "I will go get my research on the Black family history and previous cases from other old families where a new Head tried to undo a banishment issued by his predecessor. I've found a couple of interesting things in the last week."
"That wasn't what I meant," he said, laughing. "No, I was thinking we could just relax and talk. Since it's a nice day today, and those are few and far between here in England, maybe we could take advantage of it and just relax by the lake."
Narcissa smiled. "That would be nice."
--
Harry felt very pleased with himself for working hard enough to take the afternoon off without falling behind (and for Astoria being there to make up for what he couldn't get done because she was insatiable.) An afternoon down by the lake was just what he'd needed.
"I've heard that the power struggle within the traditionalists as to who will attempt to become Minister once Kingsley steps down is getting more heated," Narcissa said. "Most seem to believe that Davies has the edge, but I wouldn't be surprised to see Smith emerge when the times comes."
"Hmm." Harry didn't know if she actually expected him to care about this idle chat, but he was far more interested in looking than listening right now. She was on her back next to him on a blanket they'd brought with them, and she was wearing only a pair of tiny green thong knickers. Between that, her lovely breasts and her pierced nipples, talking about who the pureblood faction would try to install as the next Minister whenever Kingsley decided to step down held no interest for him at all. It seemed he was being rather obvious about his distraction, because Narcissa picked her head up off of his chest and rolled her eyes at him.
"Are you going to fuck me already, Harry?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?" he challenged.
"I've been dying for you to do it for ages now, if you couldn't tell," she said, rolling her eyes again.
Harry grinned and positioned himself over her on the blanket. He pinned her wrists down with one hand, and with the other he reached out, squeezed her breast and played with her nipple piercing.
"If that's what you want, maybe you should show me instead of just telling me," he said, brushing his lips against her ear.
She moaned, and her hands quickly tugged his shorts and underwear off. Her little green thong followed, and once that had been set aside she wrapped her legs around him.
"Is that enough?" she asked.
"I dunno," he teased. "I'm not entirely convinced yet."
He kept up the teasing, continually pulling his hips back any time she tried to use her legs to pull him in for penetration. He could see her frustration building, and it made him smirk. She kept trying and he kept resisting, and eventually she broke.
"Take me, damn you!" she pleaded, and then she whined with unfulfilled need.
"That'll do," he said. He slid his cock into her, and she moaned happily.
In contrast to the pleasant and relaxing day they'd been having, Harry fucked her hard. The water of the lake rippled and birds chirped as they flew overhead, but the attractive scenery couldn't compare to the naked witch moaning as he drove his cock into her.
Harry knew she'd played with Astoria at lunch, and the smile on Astoria's face told him she'd certainly gotten plenty of pleasure out of it. He didn't know whether or not Narcissa had cum as well, but she certainly came quickly now. He'd only been fucking her for a few minutes before she tightened around him and moaned into his ear.
Her orgasm wasn't the end, of course. It was only the beginning. Harry kept fucking her through her orgasm, and he kept fucking her after she'd settled back down. He released her wrists and allowed her to do as she wished with her hands, because he was eager to have both of his own hands free to play with both of her nipples at the same time.
He fucked her hard, and he rubbed her nipples with his fingers as he did so. There was just something about those piercings that he could never get enough of. It had been a fascination with Pansy, but with Narcissa it might be closer to an obsession. The piercings had looked cute on Pansy's perky little tits, but on Narcissa's larger breasts he couldn't take his eyes away without supreme effort.
Narcissa appreciated it all. She liked the way he looked at her, the way he touched her and the way he fucked her. She might have come to him initially with no intention other than to split him and Astoria up and try and restore the lost cause that was her marriage to Draco, but everything had changed. Now she was here because she couldn't get enough of this, and of him.
"Oh, Merlin!" she gasped. "Merlin, it's so good! I don't ever want to give this up, Harry!" He rubbed her nipples and lightly bit her shoulder, and she moaned. "So wonderful! You're so wonderful! I'm so lucky Daphne was willing to share!"
So am I, Harry thought to himself. He'd been willing to leave everything else behind and focus only on Daphne once their relationship began, but she'd allowed him to keep shagging Narcissa, and now she had let Astoria back in as well. It was more than he could have ever hoped for.
"Cum with me," he said, continuing to hammer into her. She moaned as he kissed and nipped at her neck, and they ignored everything else around them and focused only on each other for the next several moments. He gave her a passionate kiss on the lips just as his orgasm hit, and she moaned into his mouth. As requested, she came along with him. Her second climax of the afternoon began seconds after his, and they continued to kiss by the lake as they rode out their mutual pleasure.
They were both panting by the time he pulled away to smile down at her. He rolled over onto his back again, and Narcissa quickly assumed her original position of resting her head on his chest. That was how they remained for a few minutes, simply basking in the afterglow and enjoying the feel of a pleasant day outdoors by the lake.
"You know you're still going to get a thrashing for what you did last night once Daphne gets home, right?" he asked. She chuckled.
"Then I suppose I'd better make the most of the time I have right now then," she said as she moved to straddle him.
--
Narcissa strutted past Harry, having just taking a few laps around the water. He admired the way her arse shook as she swayed her hips on her walk back towards Black Manor, and eventually forced himself into action.
He followed behind her, and between his hurried steps and her far more deliberate ones it did not take long for him to catch up to her. He reached her at the top of the stairs and grabbed her by the hair. She gasped, but he knew that it was a pleased sort of gasp. She'd been trying to tempt him into grabbing her again, and she had succeeded. He spun her around to face him and pinned her against the wall.
"Let me see those tits of yours again," he growled while still holding her hair in one hand. "Put your hands behind your back."
That was an order Narcissa had no trouble complying with. She put her hands behind her back against the wall and stuck her chest out, and he quickly took the prize on offer, tweaking her nipples with his fingers.
"Even though you're wiling to help us with Astoria, and even with me just having spent the entire afternoon helping you understand that you're more than just our toy now, it doesn't change one simple thing," he said.
"And what is that?" she asked quickly.
"It's not your only role, but one of your roles is still to be our toy," he finished. He gave her left breast a slap, making her yelp and move her hands to cover them on instinct. That wouldn't do at all. He grabbed her hair again, far more firmly this time, and he yanked her head back hard enough to make her neck arch.
"I thought I told you to put your hands behind your back," he growled. "Put them back there, and don't even think about moving them until I've finished."
"Yes sir," she said, snapping her hands back behind her quickly. Harry continued down this path, smacking Narcissa's tits with his open hands. He slapped them somewhere around ten times per breast, and she was whimpering by the end of it. He roughly kissed her lips once he was done, but before she could think about returning the kiss he spun her around and bent her over the nearby banister. He let his cock press against her arse, and she groaned.
"Please don't fuck me there," she said. "Not when I'm going to get spanked tonight. It will make the spanking so much worse."
Did she think that would appeal to him? If so, she was going to be disappointed. He didn't bother considering her request at all; he thrust right in, penetrating her arse and making her groan once again.
Much like the sex down at the lake, there was nothing slow or sweet about the way he fucked her now. He buggered her hard enough that his pounding hips had quickly shifted her up off of her feet entirely. Her body weight was supported only by the banister under her waist and Harry's grip on her hair. Fortunately for her, the banister was sturdy and his grip on heir long blonde hair was firm.
He fucked Narcissa's arse hard; harder than he could remember doing in quite some time. Fittingly enough, he was pretty sure he hadn't buggered her this hard since the last time he'd done so in his office as a punishment. Her bad behavior brought out his more aggressive side, and reassurances over her place in things aside, he was still not pleased with her for pushing Astoria too far.
--
Narcissa was quite literally at Harry's mercy. If he let go of her right now, it was very possible that the banister would not be enough to support her and she would tumble over for a lengthy and painful fall to the floor below. He had taken every ounce of control away from her, and yet she felt completely safe and protected. It was an arousing feeling, to let go and submit but still know that you would be okay. She could never have trusted Lucius in such a way.
It was no surprise to her that she came well before he did. That had been the norm for them from the moment she first barged into his home in an ill-fated attempt to end his affair with her daughter in law, and nothing about that dynamic had changed in the months since then. She was far more used to having his rough attention on her now, but that didn't stop her from cumming quickly. It wasn't a surprise to her, and it wasn't to Harry either. He laughed as he watched her go.
"I thought you didn't want it in your arse?" he asked, mocking her. But she was sure he knew what she'd meant. This was going to make her forthcoming punishment all the harder to bear, but in the moment it was hard to care too much about that with how good this felt.
He spun her around by the hair again, disorienting her, and she wound up on her back on the ground, with Harry's cock leaving her arse behind and returning to her cunt. She moaned mindlessly as he quickly got back to thrusting into her, but he didn't stop there. He tugged on her hair again, making her arch her neck and back up, and he returned to smacking her tits hard once again. It stung even more this time than it had when he did it earlier, both because she was already sore and because he was harder to predict this time. There had been a pretty steady and consistent pattern to the slaps the first time around, but this time he alternated between breasts and sped up or slowed down randomly, leaving her never quite sure when or where the next strike would come from. It was painful, and she loved every bit of it.
If there was any doubt about how she felt about the way he was fucking her and using her, Narcissa howled her way through yet another orgasm while Harry was shagging her. He laughed and taunted her some more, and Narcissa took all of it just like she always did. Among all her other roles in Harry's life, the role of 'toy' had been hers for the longest, and it was a role she was still proud to fill.
Harry pulled out of her quickly, shuffled up her body and sprayed his cum across her face. Narcissa didn't even need to think about it; she opened her mouth eagerly to accept his gift, knowing it would turn him on even more.
This was out of character for her. She didn't hate the taste or texture of cum, nor how it felt, at least when it was Harry's sliding down her throat. Still, she had always found it improper.
"Fuck, look at how red your tits are!" Harry said as he stood up and grinned down at her. Narcissa reached up to touch one of them gingerly and grimaced.
"It stings to even touch them," she said. She was not looking forward to having to try and wear anything over them! Harry just laughed, showing how little he cared.
"That may be true," he said, "but have you ever cum that quickly twice? Especially after you'd already had numerous orgasms throughout the day?" Narcissa didn't answer, but she didn't need to. He had a point, and that he could make her feel that way was a big part of the reason why she hadn't been able to walk away from him early on and had been so excited when Daphne approached her to make her offer.
She stood up slowly, and he waved his hand to clean the cum off of her face. There was only a tiny bit that she hadn't managed to get in her mouth, but thanks to him her face was now clear. He was the reason it was messy in the first place, of course, which negated most of the credit he got for cleaning it up.
"Some salve should help make you feel better," he said, sounding more considerate now.
"Yes, I'm sure it will. And I'm sure you'll have no objections about helping apply it for me, as my breasts are your favorite part of my body," she drawled. He laughed.
"I like this too," he said as he gave her arse a pat. "I also like your legs, your lips, your eyes, your stomach…"
She cut him off by kissing him suddenly, and she pulled back just as suddenly. It had been impulsive and not something she'd intended to do, and she was embarrassed at how obvious it was that he'd just pleased her.
"Are you actually blushing?" he asked.
"I really need that salve," she mumbled.
--
Harry entered the sitting room to find Daphne standing beside Narcissa.
"Home early?" he said, smiling at Daphne.
"Not as early as you, it seems," Daphne said as she moved over to kiss him. He kissed his girlfriend happily, but she quickly took him by the hand and dragged him over and down onto the couch. Considering she immediately straddled his lap, he was not about to complain about it.
He lost himself in the kiss, and was distracted enough that Narcissa was able to tug his arms up above his head without him noticing. It was impossible not to notice when he felt something clamp around his wrists though, and he quickly realized that they were the magic suppression cuffs he always kept in his auror robes. He'd left them strewn across the chair before going out to the lake with her earlier, and apparently they hadn't escaped her notice.
In a different situation, with a different pair of individuals hovering around him, Harry's survival instincts and training would have kicked in. He would have fought to try and escape his predicament and figure out a way to defend himself before he could get the cuffs off and use his magic. But he wasn't very worried about defending himself from Daphne and Narcissa. He wasn't sure precisely what they had in mind, but he doubted it would be anything that would make him regret leaving his cuffs out to be stolen and used against him.
Daphne pulled back as he felt his legs being bound down to the couch below him, and his hands were pulled above his head by a rope attached to the middle of the cuffs. His girlfriend smirked at him.
"Not even you are immune from punishment, Auror Potter," Daphne said. "You're in line for a little punishment of your own for not informing your girlfriend of your plans to take the afternoon off."
It hadn't really been something he'd consciously planned out and instead was a decision he'd made after seeing how light his work schedule was that day, but he didn't voice his complaint. Considering Daphne was taking off her work robes right in front of his eyes, there was really no reason for him to take issue with anything that was happening right now.
The two witches got down on their knees in front of the couch and began to suck him off together. With two gorgeous women sucking his cock, Harry couldn't understand how this was supposed to be any sort of punishment, but they were free to punish away if this was how they intended to dish it out. Daphne sucked on the head of his cock while Narcissa slithered her tongue around his balls, and then they switched to the former Lady Malfoy bobbing her head on him while his girlfriend kissed the base of his shaft. As far as punishments went, this was about as good as it got.
Just when he was about to cum inside of Narcissa's mouth, she pulled back and shook her head at him.
"Uh uh," Daphne said, wagging her finger up at him. "Your punishment's not over yet, mister, and you don't get to cum until it is. So we're going to amuse ourselves while we wait for you to cool off."
Daphne and Narcissa wrapped their arms around each other and engaged in a snog, and Harry growled at the edging as well as the teasing nature of having to sit there bound while the two women snogged. So this was how they intended to punish him.
They finally broke apart, and Harry licked his lips. With any luck they would get on with it now and get back to sucking his cock. Unfortunately they didn't go straight back to it.
"You can cum at the end, and only at the end," Narcissa said. "But that's only if you're good."
"And what if I cum whether you're ready for it or not?" he asked, staring at both of them in challenge. What were they going to do, not have sex with him for the rest of the night? There was no way either of them had the willpower for that.
"If you cum before we say it's okay, I won't be taking my monthly potion," Daphne said. "You know what that means. You wouldn't be able to fuck me for the next week because I'll have a regular period to deal with instead of the one us witches deal with that only lasts for two hours."
"And I'll do the same, of course," Narcissa said.
"And I'll command Astoria to do the same as well," Daphne said with a smirk. "And not to suck your cock or even give you a handjob. This is still so new that she'll go along with it, however much she might hate it."
They were bluffing; they had to be. There was no way any of them would subject themselves to that. But if there was even the slightest chance that they might make good on their threat, was it really worth risking it?
--
Harry moaned loudly as Narcissa sucked his cock, bobbing her way down to the base and smiling up at him with a mouthful of cock. But as was becoming a frustrating pattern, he was left wanting when she stopped sucking and pulled back just before he would have filled her mouth with his seed.
"Okay, that's good enough," Daphne said. "We've had our fun—two orgasms' worth each of fun, even. But Astoria is going to be home soon, so this is the end. You can cum now, Harry."
"Finally." This was what he'd been waiting for. It was time for him to not just cum, but to show them that they weren't as in control of this situation as they'd thought.
The bindings disappeared, much to Daphne's surprise. She gasped, and he just smirked at her and tossed the useless cuffs to the side. Narcissa still seemed to be trying to figure out what had happened when he grabbed her by the head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She, and Daphne, had been controlling every aspect of their teasing double blowjob. Until now. Now it was his turn.
"That shouldn't have been possible," Daphne said as he began to roughly facefuck Narcissa right in front of her. She was more concerned with the feat he'd just pulled off than the rough facefuck, and understandably so. She'd seen him fuck Narcissa's face too many times to count by now, but she couldn't understand how he'd just done what he'd done. "Those cuffs are completely unbreakable. Are they faulty? Do you need to replace them?"
Harry ignored her for the moment, focused on finishing what these two teasing witches had started. Thanks to their little game he was ready to go, and his orgasm when it came was positively explosive. He shot enough cum in Narcissa's mouth that some of it shot out of her nose instead, and even with his cock lodged all the way down her throat he could still hear her make a little pained sound as it happened. Harry smiled; pleased to have given her a bit of comeuppance after all the teasing she and Daphne had put him through.
And speaking of Daphne, he turned his head towards her to answer her question now after finally pulling his cock out of Narcissa's throat. The older woman sucked in deep, heaving breaths, but Harry ignored her. He'd already proven himself to her; now it was time to clear up his girlfriend's confusion.
"The cuffs aren't broken," he said, shaking his head at Daphne. "They're perfectly fine. They just don't work on me."
"How can they not work on you?" Daphne asked, no less confused than she'd been before. "They should have shut down your magic instantly."
"They did," he said, nodding. "And just about anyone else would have been powerless from that point on until someone took the cuffs off for them. But as for me, between my wandless magic ability and my raw magical power, I can overpower the runes on the cuffs after I've caught my breath and recovered from the initial panic."
"So you weren't helpless at all?" Daphne said. "That entire time, you could have just ripped those off and facefucked us whenever you felt like it?"
"For about ten seconds or so, I was helpless," he said. "Then I caught my breath and worked through the initial panic that comes from having my magic cut off. After that, yes, I could have ripped those cuffs off whenever I felt like it."
He stood up from the chair, walking by Narcissa, who was grabbing onto the couch while she tried to catch her breath and recover from his powerful orgasm. He wanted to be right up close, right in Daphne's face as he led her to see fully just who held the power here, and why he was the dominant one in this relationship, at least when it came to sex.
"Go upstairs and get things prepared for your punishment," he said, "the one you and Narcissa both actually earned." Daphne nodded, but he had a parting message for her before she could actually leave to do so. "And by the way, you might want to come up with a better ultimatum the next time you try to pull that kind of trick off."
"You don't think I could've gotten Narcissa and Astoria to actually go through with it if push came to shove?" Daphne asked.
"No, that's not it," he said, shaking his head. "Narcissa would go along with it, and as much as it would have killed Astoria to go a week without sex after finally being allowed back in, she's capable of that kind of sacrifice if she thinks the alternative is losing her place here."
"So what then?" Daphne asked. "Why wouldn't it have worked?" Harry chuckled. Did she really have to ask?
"It's you, Daphne," he said. "I'm well aware that you're far too horny to ever follow through on that kind of threat."
She looked like she wanted to deny the charge, but he just looked at her skeptically, daring her to refute him. Eventually she just grinned sheepishly, and then she shook her head and walked towards the stairs.
"I still want to get fucked by you just as badly as I did this afternoon," Narcissa muttered, drawing his attention again. "Isn't that just obscene?"
He laughed and waved his hand over her, and for the second time that day he used his magic to wipe his cum off of her face.
"I think I know why that is," he said, making her look up at him. "You really are addicted to power, in all its forms. That was why you fit right in with all the other scheming pureblood ladies, and you look for that same sort of power in the bedroom, though you don't get the chance to find it very often with me."
"I suppose you're right," she said.
"Of course I am," he said. "It's part of your personality. But you should not expect the power of control you just had over me to be a regular thing that I allow you to have. Or even Daphne, for that matter." Daphne was more his equal in this relationship than anyone else was, but even she would not have chances like that very often.
"We didn't actually have any control," Narcissa muttered. "It was all an illusion anyway. You just played along and allowed us to think we had control of the situation."
"Of course I did," he said, chuckling. "I do need to keep my girls happy." He gave her a crooked grin and a swat to the arse. "Now go upstairs. It's time for me to give you your punishment for taking things too far with Astoria. You need to be taught a lesson, and so does Daphne. And I promise that it's a lesson neither of you are ever going to forget."
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Astoria stepped through the floor of Black Manor, relieved to finally have her work done so she could have her fun. But it wasn't Harry who was waiting for her when she arrived. Instead it was her sister, who seemed to be walking gingerly. Astoria had a fresh set of robes and clothes for tomorrow with her, and she immediately began stripping down as required, but Daphne didn't even acknowledge it.
Her older sister had tear tracks on her face, and there were a few tears still dripping from her eyelashes even now. As she slowly walked by, Astoria got a good look at her bare arse. It was every bit as red as her own had been the other day, and might have actually been even worse. When Daphne looked back in her direction, Astoria raised her eyebrow at her in question. She hadn't expected to ever see Daphne in such a state.
"I just received my punishment for going too far with you," Daphne explained, sounding sore and grumpy. "I didn't think Harry was capable of giving a spanking that vicious."
"How many did he give you?" Astoria asked. Daphne's frown deepened.
"150 from his hand, 100 from the hairbrush and 50 from the paddle," Daphne informed her. "And they were all incredibly hard." Astoria's eyes widened. It had been obvious to her that Daphne had been through quite a lot, but that many?
"That's more than I've ever gotten in one sitting," Astoria said, shaking her head in disbelief. She actually found herself feeling a fair bit of sympathy for her sister after hearing that. If anyone could understand how Daphne felt, it was her. "Didn't you put any salve on it?"
"He didn't offer me any," Daphne said. Apparently Astoria's sympathy was not shared by Harry. She was still trying to figure out what to say next when she heard Narcissa sobbing deeply as the door to the master bedroom opened upstairs, and a few moments later Harry's footsteps brought him down. He smiled at Astoria, but it was Daphne he went to first. He wrapped her into a hug from behind, hands going to her bare breasts, and he kissed at the back of her neck.
"You earned that," he said. His lips moved to her collarbone. "But I still love you." He kissed a spot behind her ear, and Daphne mewled and melted against him.
"Hello Astoria," he said, looking towards her while still holding Daphne. "Did you get all of the work done?" He began to lightly rub Daphne's nipples, which probably felt as good as it looked if her older sister's little sigh was any indication.
"All of it," she said, nodding. He smiled.
"Good. While I tell Daphne what I have planned for tonight, why don't you go up and apply the salve for Narcissa? It's in my top drawer."
"Of course," she said. She'd do whatever he wanted her to do.
"Perhaps you might consider sharing a bit of fun with Narcissa before applying the salve," he said. "But that's your choice. Either way, make sure Narcissa has to wait for a few minutes and fully feel the after effects of the spanking before you put the salve on her. Hopefully she'll remember how badly it stings the next time she thinks about pushing the envelope and taking things too far again."
"Okay," Astoria said. She wasn't sure what she would do next, since he'd left the matter in her hands. It wasn't so long ago that she would have relished the chance to taunt Narcissa and rub her face in the fact that she'd just got punished while Harry had said he would give her whatever she wanted tonight, but things were changing rapidly between all four of them. There were years of bad blood between her and Narcissa, but this dom/sub relationship between them that had begun as a chance for Narcissa to humiliate and torture her had become something else. Her feelings for Draco's mum seemed to evolving faster than she could keep up with. She honestly wasn't sure what she would do when she got up there, but she had salve to apply and a night of fun to look forward to either way. She scurried up the stairs, rushing towards the bedroom so she could take care of this and get on with her night.
As she left, Harry turned Daphne around in his arms and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms went behind his neck as they began to kiss on the lips. Astoria was nearly tempted to stop, turn around and watch when she heard Daphne moan softly as she was penetrated by Harry's cock, but she kept on going. She was envious of her sister at the moment, but soon enough that cock was going to be inside of her. She'd completed her work just like she'd promised she would, and she knew Harry would live up to his end of the bargain. He was a man of his word; she'd known that even back when she'd hated his guts.
Daphne could have her fun right now, but later on, after Astoria took care of Narcissa, it would be her turn. She didn't begrudge her sister her enjoyment, not after the whirlwind her life had become recently. Harry could fuck Daphne right now and show her that despite the rough spanking he'd given her earlier as punishment for her previous actions, everything was still alright between them.
Astoria wasn't going to be able to keep him all to herself; that was something she'd already made peace with. But there was enough of Harry to go around. He could give Daphne a make-up shag right now, and maybe he'd even give one to Narcissa as well, and there would still be more than enough left for him to satisfy Astoria.
Tonight was looking promising, as was her life in general now that she'd found her way back into Harry's bedroom.