Narcissa looked at Astoria in surprise as she lectured her sternly. She was used to being the one delivering the lectures to her daughter in law, but with Daphne scrambling to grab all of the things she needed that had been left out of place and Harry in the shower, Astoria had taken it upon herself to get on Narcissa's case.
"I might find some excitement in being submissive to you, but the arousal doesn't carry over to times like this, where you're acting like you're superior even when we're doing something as simple as paying for a purchase," Astoria said, continuing to scold her. "When you acted like I wasn't important in front of that shop assistant, you degraded me, and not in a sexual context where I might find it exciting."
"That was not my intention, I assure you," Narcissa said, and she actually meant it. Astoria nodded, and her scowl lessened ever so slightly.
"I know you didn't," she said. "But you did it all the same, just like Draco always does." That stung Narcissa a bit, but she nodded all the same. As she took in the scolding, she reflected on the recent changes in her daughter in law
The fire Astoria was showing as she stood up for herself was in some ways reminiscent of the snarky and arrogant woman who had married Draco and embraced the role of Lady Malfoy wholeheartedly, only less...horrible, she supposed. She was speaking up and defending herself, but wasn't being quite the brat about it that she had been in the past. Narcissa found herself pleased that Astoria wasn't becoming some meek pushover of a witch outside of their group relationship and her sexually submissive nature, and even within their group was still learning to stand up for herself when it was appropriate.
She was also oddly proud that Astoria had waited until they were in private to air her complaints instead of instantly snapping at her in the store and making the entire situation worse as she surely would have as little as a couple of weeks earlier. Astoria was showing continued growth, and Narcissa was uncomfortably reminded that she still had a lot of growing and improving to do herself.
"I apologize for publicly disrespecting you like that, Astoria," she said sincerely. "I carried the role over from the fun we'd been having in the privacy of Black Manor, but I should have known better. I acted uncouthly, and I will accept whatever punishment you ask of me." A half-smile crossed her face and she shook her head. "It feels wrong to be saying that to you, given our usual dynamic, but I have to do it. I deserve it."
"No," Astoria said, shaking her head. "I don't need any punishment from you. The honest apology is enough. Just don't do that to me again."
Narcissa was surprised yet again by her daughter in law. With how often she relished in disciplining Astoria she would've expected her to jump at the chance to return the favor, but she'd willingly discarded a golden opportunity to do so.
"It would ruin our dynamic if I started punishing you," Astoria muttered lowly, but still loudly enough for Narcissa to hear, which may very well have been intentional. "I'll get Harry involved and let him take care of it if something is bad enough, but this isn't."
Narcissa smiled, realizing that now that she'd addressed her concerns and made her point Astoria was trying to end the serious conversation and restore the usual dynamic that they enjoyed in private.
"Well if I'm not ever going to be punished by you, I don't expect you to ever do anything other than say Yes, Mistress and Thank You, Mistress," Narcissa said, smoothly sliding back into her normal role. She trusted that Astoria would speak up and stand up for herself again if Narcissa legitimately overstepped her boundaries as she'd done just now, but now that they'd established that she would happily play with their dynamic.
"Yes, Mistress," Astoria said automatically. They heard laughter from just around the corner, and a moment later Daphne walked in.
"You're a walking contradiction, sister," Daphne said, smiling at Astoria. "You're likely one of the few witches in Europe who has the gall to intentionally test Harry's patience, and yet you can't help but be a true slut in private." Daphne tapped her lips with her fingertip as if in thought. "I wonder if these days you only act out just because you want to be punished." Narcissa grinned widely as she watched Daphne get into the act of teasing her little sister.
"Do be silent, Astoria," Narcissa said before she could respond to her sister. "There are much better things you could be doing with that mouth, so why don't you come over here and put it between my legs before you get yourself in trouble. It's obvious that your sister is in a feisty mood today, and if you test her you'll probably only get dominated and denied for your trouble."
Astoria hurried over towards Narcissa as she crawled back to relax on the bed. Before her daughter in law could get to work Narcissa grabbed her hair.
"Do a good job down there to show me how much you appreciate me ensuring that you don't revert to your old habits and miss out on all of the fun," Narcissa said. Astoria began to lick her right away.
"Your Mistress is quite generous, Astoria," Daphne said mockingly. "Far more generous than I would have been."
--
Astoria watched with fascination as Harry, freshly showered, was swiftly bound into position, bent over the edge of the bed with Daphne's knickers stuffed in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. His hands were bound to the top of the bed posts, and his ankles were bound to the very bottom.
"We all know that I can't spank nearly as hard as you can, Harry, and there's no sense in pretending otherwise," Daphne said. "This being the case, you'll get an additional 20% when compared to what you gave me and Narcissa the other day, which by my math means you'll get 180 spanks by hand, 120 by the hairbrush and 60 from the paddle."
Astoria couldn't stop herself from gasping at the number Daphne had just thrown out, and her sister looked over at her and smirked.
"If you want to disagree with the number, speak up, Astoria," Daphne said. "I believe that this number, when you consider my strength versus Harry's, will result in about the same level of pain as all of us have experienced recently. But since you were the aggrieved party here, you're welcome to disagree."
Daphne watched and waited for her response, and Astoria mulled it over. She very nearly told Daphne not to do it. While a few months ago she would have loved this, her submissive side had grown to the point that she wasn't sure she even wanted to see Harry get dominated at all, regardless of the fact that he was doing so willingly.
Narcissa was sitting next to her, and she must have sensed Astoria's indecision and decided to take matters, not to mention her nipples, into her own hands. She grabbed Astoria's nipples roughly, cutting off her objections.
"Don't you dare," she whispered. The heat in the dominance in both her voice and her hands on her nipples caused Astoria's arousal to spike, and left her with only one real option on how to respond.
"Go ahead, Daphne," she said.
"Oh, I'm so glad that you agree," Daphne said, smiling. Then she pulled her hand back and smacked Harry across the arse hard and without warning. Astoria's eyes widened, and even Narcissa gasped when she saw just how hard a swing Daphne had taken. Thinking that she needed 20% more spanks than Harry did to inflict the same kind of punishment might have been selling herself short.
"You're lucky you don't get spanked this hard from me too," Daphne said, looking at Narcissa. Then she looked thoughtful. "Maybe I'll give you a taste later." That idea had Narcissa groaning.
Daphne then ignored both Astoria and Narcissa to concentrate wholly on the spanking. Her hand reared back and smacked Harry's muscular bum again, and then again and again.
"I wonder whether you like spankings quite so much when you're on the other side," Daphne said, taunting Harry. Then she got back to spanking him, and spanking him hard.
--
"And that's all 180," Daphne proclaimed. She shook her wrist. "Merlin, my hand is sore! I wonder how it feels for you, Harry? Not that you can answer me, of course."
Narcissa watched, highly aroused. Unlike Astoria she had no reservations about watching Harry get dominated for a change, and she was feeling rather randy by what she'd just seen.
"I wonder if you're jealous of him right now?" she whispered into Astoria's ear. She had Astoria pinned down over her lap, with one of Narcissa's legs trapping both of hers as she put it securely over them. "Do you wish your arse was that same lovely crimson color?" Astoria whined softly and then bit the bed sheets, which made Narcissa chuckle. "Yes, I wonder if it's just that you want your arse to be burning before you get fucked, or if you're slutty enough to have an interest in the spanker."
Astoria tried not to show any reaction, but Narcissa wasn't going to allow that. She leaned her head in so she could whisper right into her submissive daughter in law's ear.
"I'll give you a spanking as well," she promised. "But since you've been such a good girl lately, I'll be more gentle."
Gentle was not a word that could be used to describe what Daphne was doing to Harry as she summoned the hairbrush and moved on to the next stage of Harry's spanking. Narcissa gave Astoria just three hand spanks before stopping, and true to her word she'd been rather gentle with her. Not too gentle, of course; if her touch had been too light it wouldn't do anything for Astoria. She spanked her just hard enough for it to sting, which meant it was just hard enough to turn Astoria on even more.
Narcissa was pretty turned on herself, but it was more from watching Daphne work. Her breasts jiggled from the force of her swings, and the impact of the hairbrush on Harry's arse was enough that Narcissa could hear him grunting through the knickers stuffed in his mouth. He was also rising up slightly onto the balls of his feet with every blow from his girlfriend. Daphne might not usually be in a position to dominate Harry, but she looked right at home being the spanker instead of the one being spanked at the moment.
She forced herself to look away after Daphne's tenth swat with the hairbrush, returning her attention to the other Greengrass sister who was currently draped across her lap. She noticed that Astoria's head was also turned to watch her sister spanking her boyfriend, and it made Narcissa grin. But she couldn't allow her to forget about her own predicament, of course, which was why she grabbed Astoria none too gently by the hair to hold her head in place and make sure she couldn't look away.
"You're going to watch that without looking away," Narcissa said as she resumed her own, lighter spanking of Astoria's arse. "I'd like to see you try to keep your eyes off of your gorgeous sister's naked breasts as they jiggle."
--
"119…and there's 120!" Daphne called out as she delivered the last spank with the hairbrush. Harry's body had been visibly jerking quite heavily towards the end there, and no doubt he was happy to get a reprieve now, brief as it would be.
Deciding she wanted to admire her accomplishment a bit, she removed her underwear from Harry's mouth and tugged on his short black hair so he was looking at her. He obviously couldn't see her through the blindfold, but this was more about her just being rough to show that she could.
"I'll let you decide what happens next, Harry," she said. "If you'd like to take less than you gave me and Narcissa, and probably Astoria on numerous occasions, we can stop now. After all, if you can't take any more than I would say the punishment was effective." The offer was genuine, though she doubted Harry would actually accept it.
"No," he said. His voice was hoarse, but there was strength there too. "I'll accept responsibility for my actions." She smiled, having expected just that sort of answer from him.
"Good," she said. "You can hardly expect to dish out punishments to the rest of us if you're not strong enough to take the ones you've earned." She stuffed the underwear back into Harry's mouth. "And now that you've proven you're strong enough to take it, you've got me wanting to end it so I can untie you and fuck your brains out. But we're both going to have to wait for what we want."
--
Smack!
Narcissa watched with amazement as Daphne neared the end of Harry's paddling. She had long since forgotten about her own spanking of Astoria, who was still in her lap.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Even now, as she got inside the final ten spanks, Daphne was giving it her all. Every single swing of the paddle was a full wind up and solid enough contact that she would have been heavily recruited as a beater for the Slytherin quidditch team if she'd displayed this kind of power.
Not even Harry was immune to the intensity of Daphne's paddling. His entire body tensed as he strained against his bindings, and both Narcissa and Astoria watched wide-eyed. His arse was the deepest red Narcissa had ever seen, barring that spanking she'd given Astoria that had gotten her and Daphne punished.
Daphne's entire 20% more spanks being required to match Harry's strength was being revealed as a mockery now. Harry was a very hard spanker, as Narcissa could personally attest, but they were always just that: spanks. Daphne was swinging all-out every single time with the paddle, and each blow had to be at least 50% more painful than Harry had ever given Narcissa or she'd ever seen him give his other two lovers, if not doubly so.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
By Narcissa's count, that was the end. Sure enough, Daphne put the paddle aside. Narcissa shook her head, amazed at what she'd just seen. But she was even more amazed when Daphne's next action revealed that it still wasn't over yet.
She gave Harry no time whatsoever to recover. As soon as the spanking was over, she waved her wand to tug Harry up the bed and flip him over onto his back. The bindings weren't removed; they simply switched sides.
Daphne showed the same sort of aggression as she climbed on top of Harry, sat down on him and began to ride. Her hands yanked the blindfold off of his face and tossed it aside, and then she put her hands on his chest while she rode him roughly. And Merlin, did she ride him roughly! Narcissa had seen Daphne ride him hard before, but it paled in comparison to this. She looked like a woman possessed as she drove her body up and down on Harry's cock, and it was one of the sexiest things Narcissa had ever seen.
Her nails dug into Harry's chest hard enough that it looked like it hurt, and Narcissa grunted and screamed in orgasm after riding him for what could have only been a minute, or two at the most. But what an unforgettable couple of minutes they had been. Narcissa knew she would remember them forever, and she could only imagine that the same would be true for Harry and Daphne. And yet, she was about to learn that it still wasn't over.
"If you cum before I've gotten off at least twice, I'm not going to hesitate to spank you while you fuck Narcissa or Astoria from behind," Daphne promised, looking down into Harry's face. There were still tears leaking from his eyes since the brutal paddling was still so fresh, and the whole thing had Narcissa incredibly aroused.
She was enthralled watching Daphne's dominant side unleashed for the first time. It was only now that Narcissa realized that just as Daphne had previously complained to her about Harry never truly letting lose with her out of concern for not wanting to hurt her, Daphne did the same thing with her. She doubted even Daphne realized she held back at all with her, but the proof was right in front of her.
When did she start wanting to be that submissive with Daphne, or with anyone other than Harry? She'd found herself falling into acceptance of being under his control with startling ease, as he just exuded that sort of dominant air without even seeming to try these days. But she hadn't ever expected to wish that Daphne would treat her the same way Narcissa herself commonly treated Astoria. Dominating one Greengrass sister and wishing to be dominated by the other was a strange feeling for Narcissa, but not one that she was going to run and hide from.
"Hmm," Daphne said, seemingly thinking out loud. "You know what, Harry? If you dole out that damned denial spell as part of the punishment so often, I think you can have that on yourself for a change until we're finished with you."
Astoria, no stranger to the spell Harry was being threatened with, whimpered, whether out of shock or commiseration.
"What would you like me to do as we wait?" Astoria asked Narcissa.
"Nothing too strenuous," Narcissa said. "My biggest concern right now is making sure I still have some energy left when Daphne needs a break and it's my turn to climb aboard."
Narcissa went and sat down on a chair to get a better look at the action, and then snapped her fingers to call Astoria over. The younger blonde hurried over to her and stood with her hands clasped in front of her while she waited for her to tell her what she wanted.
"Get down on all fours," Narcissa said, and Astoria promptly dropped down onto her hands and knees in front of the chair. Narcissa propped her feet up onto Astoria's back to use her as a footrest while she made herself more comfortable. Astoria flushed at this but didn't say anything, nor did she show any desire to move. Narcissa smirked while she reconsidered their respective positions. Perhaps she wasn't quite as submissive to Daphne as the younger Greengrass sister was to her. She would let Daphne do a great deal to her, but she would be grumbling at the very least if Daphne debased her as much as she was debasing Astoria right now. But Astoria took it without complaint, which just went to show how deep her submissive streak ran.
--
"I need a break," Daphne said. She hadn't really needed to announce it, because it was obvious to Narcissa. She was laying limply on Harry's chest after an unbelievably vigorous and aggressive ride, and it was only natural that she would need some time to cool off. She looked over at Narcissa, and smirked when she saw Astoria giving her a message as she occupied the free space on the bed not occupied by Harry or Daphne. "It was supposed to be Astoria's time to dominate Harry alone next, but I think it's obvious to all of us that she doesn't want that. Am I wrong, Astoria?"
There was a pause, but Astoria eventually shook her head. "You're not," she said quietly. "Dominating Harry just…doesn't feel right."
"That's what I thought," Daphne said as she slowly pulled off of Harry's body. "It's yours if you want it, Narcissa."
"I want it," she was quick to say. Daphne stood up off of the bed and stretched her arms above her head, but gave his cock one quick pump in her hand before she finally moved away. Harry's body jerked in response and he moaned heavily into his makeshift gag. It wasn't difficult to figure out why he was so quick to moan after so many orgasms he'd already been denied. Daphne giggled at the sound of his moan as she headed towards the bathroom.
"I need a shower," she said. "You can have, oh, an hour or so."
Narcissa nodded. She would make good use of that hour, and she would make sure that Astoria did too.
"Go take the dildo and stick it to the wall," she instructed. "Practice your sucking until you're called upon." Astoria whined, but she didn't actually verbalize any dissent as she got up and followed her orders. Narcissa nodded, trusting that she would do as she was told, and then looked down at Harry. "I'm going to get some practice in myself," she told him with a grin.
She waved her wand to switch his bindings. Now he was spread eagle but standing at the bottom of the bed, right where she wanted him. Narcissa floated a few pillows over to her to give herself a comfortable cushion and then settled in between his legs.
Narcissa took Harry's cock between her lips and began to suck, and thanks to both her skill and his own repeated would-be orgasms that had been denied, she had him shuddering and moaning right away. She chuckled around his dick and pulled back to taunt him. She didn't get Harry under her thumb often, and she would enjoy this reversal of their usual dynamic while she could get it.
"I honestly prefer it when you simply shove your cock down my throat until you're satisfied," she said. "But shoving it down myself and hearing and feeling how desperate it makes you is a fun change."
--
Daphne, having showered and then gone downstairs to arrange for the elves to prepare dinner for the four of them, walked back up the stairs slowly.
A quick glance at her watch showed her that they were roughly about halfway through the hour she'd promised Narcissa, and the former Lady Malfoy was still utilizing her time to the best of her ability. She was still sucking Harry's cock, as she had been when Daphne had gone downstairs, but now she was also riding Astoria's face to see to her own pleasure. Daphne watched for a moment, shaking her head with a smile as she waited for Narcissa's orgasmic cries to die down. Then she cleared her throat to catch her attention.
"We'll need to pause your time," she said when Narcissa looked over at her. "The elves have finished dinner." Narcissa, who had been frowning at having her fun interrupted, now smiled.
"Yes, that sounds excellent," Narcissa said as she pulled her head off of Harry's cock and got up from Astoria's face. "And I know of a witch who would just love to get a cock in her mouth while we eat."
--
"Okay, that's enough," Narcissa said. "Go ahead and eat now, Astoria. We'll switch places."
Astoria, who had been underneath the table sucking Harry off while Narcissa and Daphne ate, crawled out and took her seat. Narcissa got up and walked over to Harry, but she didn't crawl under the table to suck his cock like she'd had Astoria doing. Instead she made his lap her new seat, sinking down onto him so she could begin to ride.
She pulled the knickers out of his mouth and enjoyed his unrestrained moans for a few seconds before swallowing those moans by pressing her lips to his and kissing him desperately. She moved her hips with a similar desperation, riding him at a blistering pace. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground and she grabbed the back of the chair so she could grind herself against him as fast and aggressively as she possibly could.
As for Harry, well, he could only sit there and take it. He was bound to the chair with an empty plate placed in front of him, and he was still under the effect of the denial spell. It didn't happen often, but he was thoroughly at her mercy.
"Stori, make sure that Harry is fed before he heads back upstairs," Daphne said, chuckling as she got up from her chair. "He'll need his strength." She moved around the table to stand behind Harry, leaned over and allowed her breasts to dangle in front of him while she kissed Narcissa. Narcissa returned the kiss eagerly, enjoying Daphne's lips while she continued to enjoy riding Harry's cock.
Narcissa's lips being otherwise occupied meant that Harry's loud, frustrated moans could fill the room. He wouldn't be receiving the pleasure his body badly needed any time soon, unless Daphne deigned to remove the spell. But Narcissa was not bound by any such restrictions. She was free to chase her pleasure down, and between grinding on Harry's cock and making out with Daphne, she could feel herself getting there quickly. She moaned into Daphne's mouth, and the younger witch kissed her back while she shook her way through an orgasm.
"You're over your time, technically," Daphne informed her as she pulled her lips back. "But go ahead and continue to use him for one more orgasm while I get prepared, and then come up and have some fun with me while Astoria helps Harry eat." That was a plan Narcissa could get behind. She watched Daphne walk away and head towards the stairs, and then she turned her attention back to the bound man she was sitting on.
"How are you enjoying the treatment Astoria endured for so long?" she asked him. He wasn't able to actually answer, because just as she asked it she returned to energetically bouncing up and down on his cock, fucking herself on him too hard to let him speak. And just to be absolutely sure, she brought her hands to his throat. "We might as well give you the full experience, right?"
Narcissa rode him hard. She didn't ride him as hard as Daphne had up in the bedroom earlier, but she wasn't sure that her body was physically capable of that no matter how hard she tried. She didn't even attempt to compare herself to that incredibly high mark and instead just enjoyed what she was doing. She kept riding him hard in the chair until his cock brought her a second orgasm. He grunted and moaned, but unlike her he was not free to enjoy the same pleasure that she was experiencing.
Once her pleasure passed she rode him slowly while coming down from her high, wanting to enjoy this for as long as she could. She leaned her head in and rested it on his shoulder so she could whisper into his ear.
"You're such a good boy for not putting an end to this when Daphne gave you the chance to do so," she whispered. "You were tough enough and secure enough in your true place to let us have our fun, and I'm sure Daphne appreciates it at least as much as I do. But if I'm being honest, I'm more than ready for all of us to be back to our more natural roles."
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got up off of his lap, and then she nodded at Astoria. Astoria hurried over to carried out her assigned task, beginning to unbind Harry, but Narcissa shook her head. She wasn't lying when she said she was looking forward to a return to their usual roles, but so long as they were in this position they might as well keep having fun with it.
"No, keep him bound," she said, shaking her head, causing Astoria to look up at her in confusion.
"How is he supposed to eat then?" she asked.
"You can feed him yourself," Narcissa suggested. Astoria seemed rather excited by that idea, and Narcissa could already picture her lovingly cutting up morsels and holding them out for Harry to bite into one by one. It would probably be a rather entertaining show, in all honesty, but Narcissa wasn't about to keep Daphne waiting. And she also needed to make sure that Astoria wouldn't keep her waiting too long either.
"Don't take too long with it," she said as she began to walk towards the stairs. "If you do, he won't have much time left after Daphne finishes up and finally removes the denial spell. And I'm sure you're just as interested in having him fuck you into oblivion tonight as I am."
--
Daphne watched, breathing rather heavily and feeling the fatigue settling over her, while Harry dealt with the other two witches. He was on his back on the bed with Astoria bouncing away on his cock happily while Narcissa bucked her hips and rubbed her cunt across his face.
Astoria might be far more comfortable with Harry pounding her instead, but she was still enjoying being on top and taking him for a ride. She was moaning louder as she got closer to orgasm, and Daphne was sure that the way Narcissa would periodically reach over and tug her nipples quite far upwards until she begged for mercy was only enhancing Astoria's pleasure. Her little sister was one kinky witch, there could be no denying that.
As for Harry, his desperation was at its apex now. He was straining at his bonds like never before, and his body was tense to the point that she was sure his muscles had to be on the verge of cramping up on him. He wasn't in any position to actually use his mouth and show Narcissa his considerable skills in that area, because she was really just using his face at this point. He was barely able to do anything other than make these muffled groans that revealed the true depths of his desperation.
Daphne chuckled to herself, remembering how reluctant Astoria had been to be in this dominant position over Harry. It was interesting to compare the good little submissive she'd become to the domineering bitch Daphne had known for years, ever since Draco Malfoy got his claws in her. But Narcissa had gotten Astoria to play along and give in with some threats and also a reminder that she would be the one Harry was gong to use all night to relieve himself of all this frustration.
Narcissa claimed Astoria's mouth in a brutal kiss as she came on Harry's face, and Daphne did not miss the way Astoria's body tensed up as she followed Narcissa over the edge in short order. Riding Harry's cock had gotten her all hot and bothered and brought her right to the edge, and then Narcissa's forceful kiss had gotten her the rest of the way there.
Narcissa must have been on her last legs before she'd even climbed on Harry's face, because she ran out of energy as soon as she got off of him. She slumped down to cuddle up against Daphne, who allowed it with a contented sigh. Daphne smiled and embraced her, and watched with some amusement as Astoria looked suddenly indecisive and uncomfortable on top of Harry's cock now. Daphne assumed that being in a dominant position with Harry was more tolerable for Astoria when she had at least had some company in doing so, but now that she was all alone on top of him she felt like she was doing something wrong.
Daphne honestly understood the sentiment. Dominating Harry wasn't the natural preference for any of them, even if she and Narcissa did enjoy it every once in awhile. Astoria's submissive role was too thoroughly ingrained in her by now though, so Daphne decided to show mercy on her, and on Harry as well.
"You can go back to being his little toy now, Stori, since that role obviously suits you so well," she said. She picked up her wand from beside her and freed Harry from his bindings at last. He groaned and stretched his muscles, and then winced.
"Feels like my arse is on fire," he muttered. She smiled, happy he'd been such a good sport about all of this.
"I'll rub some salve on it for you," Astoria offered quickly. She got up off of the bed and bolted away to find it as quick as possible. Daphne let out a tired laugh, watching as her sister did all she could to be of use.
"Things are back to normal now," she said. "You'll be back to doing anything you want, Harry. Well, except for waking me and 'sleeping beauty' here." That was directed at Narcissa, not that she actually heard it. She had already passed out in Daphne's arms and was dead to the world.
"You did a very good job," Harry said as he stood up off of the bed and stretched his legs out. "I don't remember ever swinging the paddle so hard that I literally jumped off of the ground."
"Err, yeah," Daphne said, looking a bit sheepish. In the moment she had enjoyed herself, but she felt a little bit guilty at just how hard she'd gone now that things were back to normal. "I'm sorry about that. I got a bit carried away in wanting to make sure that it was effective." She had a lot to live up to, after all. Harry could dominate any of them with little to no effort on his part, or so it had always seemed to her.
"Oh, it was," Astoria said. She'd returned with the salve in her hand, and with Harry standing facing the bed she had a better look at his back than Daphne. "It's beginning to bruise."
"I guess you'd better hurry downstairs with that salve then," Harry said, turning his head to look at Astoria. "Otherwise you're going to be spending a lot of time tomorrow figuring out just how deep down your throat my cock can get." Astoria looked excited by that suggestion, but that ended quickly as Harry through a proverbial bucket of cold water on her. "But the day would be spent doing that, and only that, if my arse is too sore and bruised for anything else."
Astoria's eyes widened in horror and she all but ran out of the room, and Daphne giggled as she heard her feet stomping down the stairs.
"She's in quite a hurry," Harry commented fondly. Daphne chuckled.
"She is," she agreed. Then she frowned and looked at him seriously. "It should probably be me in her place though, since I'm the one who did the damage. If you'd like, I can be yours to use tonight." She was exhausted, but she meant it. She would put up with a brutal fuck on top of her exhaustion if that was what he desired. He deserved it after being such a good sport and putting up with her games, and it wasn't like she wouldn't get some enjoyment out of it besides. But Harry laughed and shook his head.
"I appreciate the offer, but no," he said. "I'll be making sure both you and Narcissa get well used tomorrow, but we both know that while the two of you were having your fun today, this part is what Astoria was looking forward to the entire time." Daphne nodded, not able to disagree with that.
"I guess you should go join her, then," Daphne said. "Wouldn't want to disappoint such a submissive little helper, would we?"
--
Harry relaxed in Astoria's bed, enjoying the chance to stretch and move his body freely after being bound for so long. But that wasn't the only thing he was enjoying.
He looked down his body and between his legs, where Astoria was leisurely sucking on his cock. She knew that he was too exhausted for anything more than this gentle suck now, but it seemed she still hadn't gotten quite enough yet. He stroked her hair absentmindedly and groaned in pleasure.
She'd already amused him with her insatiability by crawling over his lap while he was taking a break and asking him to spank her. He'd obliged her, spanking her with only enough force to make her arse jiggle enticingly from the blows, but when he'd finished she'd made it clear that she wanted more than that. She'd shifted onto all fours and told him simply that she would like for her arse to be red by the time he'd fucked her in this same position.
Harry had certainly granted that wish, and if anything he'd exceeded what she'd asked for. He'd thrashed her with his hand hard enough to draw tears, and he'd decided he needed to return her favor from earlier and massage some salve into her even while he was fucking her as she'd requested.
Astoria hadn't complained, of course. She'd loved the rough treatment, and had been sobbing while thanking him. He hadn't demanded that she thank him for any of it; she'd taken the initiative and done that all on her own because she enjoyed being used by him so much. She'd shuddered with pleasure each time his hand smacked down on her arse, and it had culminated in her howling in orgasm and then losing her ability to speak altogether.
He was aware that this was going to be the last orgasm of the evening for him. Astoria might want more, insatiable as she was, but with all that his three witches (and Daphne in particular) had put him through today, that he was still going was already rather remarkable even to him. His body was spent and he was ready for sleep.
Even Astoria seemed to be in a similar state. He could tell that she was looking rather sleepy down there as she worked between his legs. It was as if she'd read his mind, because he'd no sooner thought that than she looked up at him, popped his cock out of her mouth and jerked it with both hands.
"Cum, Harry," she moaned, begging. "I want you to shoot it all over my face! You know how much I love it when you do that!" She wasn't lying; she really did love it. "It's my reward for being the best of all of your sluts! So give it to me, Harry! Please give it to me! Give me my reward!"
Her hands felt nice, and her words would have been erotic enough even if they'd been obvious rubbish, as they would have been if pretty much anyone else tried to say them. But Harry had no doubt that every word out of her mouth was the complete truth on how she felt about all of this, and that more than anything was what broke him. He pulsed in Astoria's hands, and he could feel her desperately trying to aim him to get as much of his load as possible across her face even though the position she was currently in wasn't very well suited for it. She did an admirable job of it under the circumstances, and whatever she didn't manage to get onto her face she quickly lapped up with her tongue.
"Thank you," she said after she was done. Harry chuckled and stood up from the bed, and then he waved his hand over her to clean her up. She pouted adorably.
"You didn't need to do that," she said. "I like how you look at me when I'm wearing your cum on my face." He managed a tired laugh before heading over to the door. When he didn't hear her get up and follow him, he turned in the doorway to give her an odd look.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked. "You have nothing to worry about. You'll wear it a few hundred thousand more times at the rate we're going, but right now we have to get to bed." He motioned for her to follow him, and she smiled widely at the clear implication that he wanted her to follow him back to the master bedroom where Daphne and Narcissa awaited, surely both fast asleep by now.
He wondered how much longer it was going to take before Astoria realized that this bed was only being used these days when the two of them wanted somewhere comfortable to fuck, usually because Daphne and Narcissa were already passed out while Astoria still wanted more. She was never expected to actually sleep in it at this point.
Astoria got up and followed him, and they shared a rather companionable silence as they walked down the corridor. But along the way, Harry couldn't resist asking her a question.
"So is sucking my cock your second favorite sexual activity?" he asked. "After having me fuck you, of course." He'd only said it as a joke, but her vow interpreted it as a direct question from him that required an honest answer.
"No," she said automatically. "You worshipping me with your mouth is ahead of it, because it makes me feel like I'm special in your eyes."
She was blushing heavily by the time she'd finished giving her honest reply, and he heard her mutter under her breath about how he needed to stop asking questions like that. He laughed and shook his head.
"You realize that there was nothing in there that forced you to say anything other than yes or no, right?" he pointed out. "You didn't have to explain why."
That seemed to embarrass her even more, but he smiled and let the matter drop as they continued towards the master bedroom. Just before he reached the door though, he stopped and turned around to face her again.
"I don't know if I've ever said this to you, Astoria, but I'm honestly sorry for abusing the vow I had over you to give you to Narcissa and Pansy," he said sincerely. At the time he'd reasoned that it was something she wanted, since she was lonely and in need of sexual satisfaction once he started dating her sister and cut her off, but looking back he felt he should have come up with a different solution, or at least done more to look out for her interests and make sure Narcissa and Pansy weren't abusing the power he'd given them.
"That's done with," Astoria said, not sounding bothered at all. "Whatever you might or might not have done wrong doesn't matter, because you more than made up for all of it that very first day when you worshipped me with your tongue like you never had before." He smiled, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, and she smiled back at him. "Besides, as frustrating as that was at times when those two were feeling really petty, you know how I am. You know I had fun with it most of the time, especially after you stepped in early on to put Narcissa in line."
"I'm glad you feel that way," he said. "But regardless, I'm going to clear my conscience one last time tomorrow morning." Astoria chuckled beside him.
"If you want to, I'm not going to complain," she said lightly. "Are you going to wake me up similar to how I always wake you up in the morning?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "It will be far better than that."
He could tell that Astoria wanted to ask what he meant by that and what he had in mind, but he didn't give her the chance.
"Go into my office," he commanded. Her breath caught and she nodded quickly, hurrying to do so. The vow wouldn't let her disobey a direct command like that from him, but he could tell that she would have been happy to follow this particular order with no magic required.
--
Astoria found herself pressed against the wall just as a silencing charm hit the door of the office. Harry was just being cautious, but she doubted it was necessary. She was fairly certain that she didn't have enough energy left to scream loudly enough to wake either her sister or Narcissa anyway.
She groaned tiredly as Harry quickly lifted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, but she was still all too eager to shift her body and line them up properly. She did so without thinking now, and without any need for him to actually tell her to do it. She'd been turned into a slut, his slut, and no vow was necessary now for her to carry out all of the duties that went along with that position. She did so happily.
He slid into her slowly; slower than she expected. She anticipated him speeding up and fucking her against the wall roughly, and she would have been more than happy to take that no matter how sore and exhausted she was. But that wasn't what happened. Instead he set a more gentle sort of pace, pushing his cock into her and pulling it back slowly. He also kissed her passionately while he moved within her, which was a surprising level of affection from him. It was surprising, but she had no problem with it at all. She pressed her lips back against his, returning his kiss with frantic desperation.
"Fuck, you always feel so good," Harry moaned as he broke their kiss. Astoria couldn't remember him ever saying anything that sounded quite so sensual to her, like she was his lover rather than his slut. As a result she found herself on the edge of having yet another orgasm far more quickly than she otherwise would have given the slower and more deliberate way he was moving inside of her.
"I'm close," she told him. "It might be all I can take. Another orgasm might make me pass out on the spot." Harry just nodded at her.
"Go ahead," he said. "I'd love to fuck you so well that you can't even stay awake." What she was feeling would have been more than enough to get her off, but those words from him sent a pleasant shiver through her and battered her defenses even more. She couldn't hold back now.
Just as Astoria expected, she didn't have enough strength left to scream out her pleasure and justify the silencing charm Harry had put up. All she managed was a little breathless whimper as she came around him. Despite her fatigue, and despite even her usual preference for him to fuck her hard and use her body as roughly as he wished, this orgasm was at least as enjoyable in its own way as any she'd felt so far today. Many of the others had played right into her submissive nature, but this one left her feeling as close to him as she ever had. And that closeness grew even larger when she felt him hitting his own orgasm.
"Oh fuck yes," she hissed into his ear as he pulsed and released inside of her. She kissed his neck as energetically as she could. That wasn't saying much given her current state, but it was the best she could manage. "I love it when you cum inside of me," she told him. He had to know that by now, but there was no harm in confirming it one more time. "Thank you for giving me your cock, and for giving me an orgasm too."
Harry laughed as he pulled her away from the wall and adjusted her body in his arms to make her easier to carry. She clung to him eagerly, happy to have his warmth and strength to cling to since she didn't think she had the ability to walk on her own right now. Plus she enjoyed feeling this close to him.
"Is there any place you don't love taking my cum?" he asked. It might have been intended as a rhetorical question, but the vow made sure she answered anyway.
"As long as it's on me or in me, I love it," she admitted. The vow brought it out of her, but unlike her embarrassing confession earlier this was one she would have answered on her own anyway. There was no shame in loving his cum as far as she was concerned.
He carried her over into the master bedroom despite his own exhaustion, and put her down on the bed so she was pinned against Narcissa. Her mother in law squinted at them, looking halfway asleep as they slid into bed. and then she grinned and tugged Astoria closer to her. She was nearly smothering Astoria between her breasts while Harry wedged himself in against her back, and Astoria enjoyed all of it.
Harry used the position to give Narcissa a brief kiss on the lips, and with Astoria in her current position she could hear her heartbeat quicken in immediate response. Astoria smiled; she wasn't the only one who was so affected by Harry.
"Did Astoria manage to take care of everything?" Narcissa asked sleepily. "Or would you like me to assist you now?"
"Oh, no need to worry about that. Astoria took care of everything," Harry said, and Astoria swelled with pride. "Now I need to sleep so I have enough energy when I wake up to fulfill the promise I made to her."
"Good girl," Narcissa said, and then she pulled Astoria's head up from between her breasts so she could give her a commanding kiss. As soon as that broke, Harry took her by the chin and turned her head so he could kiss her as well. He kissed her a bit more gently than Narcissa had, but there was still no doubt about who was leading here.
"Yes," he said, looking at Narcissa. "She was most certainly a very good girl."
As curious as she was about what Harry had in mind with this promise he'd made, Astoria didn't have the energy to ask him about it. She doubted she could have made herself heard anyway since Narcissa pulled her head right back in between her breasts. They were very large and she was directly between them, to the point where it was almost hard to get any air. How could she hope to be heard even if she had the energy to speak?
She felt Harry shift slightly, and suddenly one of his hands was on the back of her neck. He kissed her behind the ear, and she smiled to herself as she let sleep take her.
--
Astoria was forcibly awakened when Narcissa moved away from her, and as soon as she began to regain her senses she understood why. She didn't need to look up or wait for the sounds to start to know what was coming. Sure enough, she could soon hear Narcissa snogging with her sister. It had become a nearly daily morning routine at this point, something which amused Harry a great deal.
Then she realized that she was being snugly held from behind by Harry, and she cooed quietly in contentment. This was not something Daphne had allowed to happen thus far whenever Astoria had been permitted to sleep in bed with them, but she was currently too preoccupied with Narcissa to care. That was good news for Astoria, because it meant she could enjoy this closeness.
One of Harry's hands was on her flat stomach while the other rested on her neck. Astoria very nearly nuzzled against it, and the thought embarrassed her so much that she buried her face in the pillow to hide her blush until it faded. She was so embarrassed because she was feeling overwhelmed about all of these feelings that she couldn't seem to keep at bay any longer now that they had been admitted out loud and given life. The fact that Harry had been showering her with moments that were at least romance adjacent, if not outright romantic, with increasing frequency was not making any of this any easier on her.
Harry was awake now too, and he chuckled as he too observed the kiss taking place between his girlfriend and the other woman. "I guess I wasn't the only one with some fun things planned for this morning," he said. Daphne grabbed Narcissa by the hair and tried to drag her down under the covers.
To Astoria's surprise, there was a moment where Narcissa attempted to resist. At first Astoria wondered if this would anger her sister, but as she looked closer at Narcissa's body language she noticed that this wasn't any legitimate resistance. It was just a token show at resistance, and Narcissa was surely doing it solely so that things wouldn't be so easy for Daphne that they ceased to be fun, something that Daphne herself had to realize too. Daphne gave Narcissa a stern look, and then suddenly gave her a firm slap across the cheek.
"You know your role," Daphne said, making Narcissa whine.
"I apologize," Narcissa said before hurrying down.
Astoria reached between her legs to touch herself as she watched. She thought about how it felt when Harry did that to her, and she couldn't help herself. Then she really couldn't help herself, because Harry's hand grabbed her by the wrists and pulled them up.
"Just relax and enjoy the show," he whispered to her. "I'll take care of you as soon as they're finished." Excitement flashed through her at his promise, and she began to audibly pant, much to her embarrassment.
Daphne roughly ground herself against Narcissa's face and tugged at her hair far more aggressively than Astoria would have ever been allowed to. Narcissa probably would have punished her harshly for even thinking about grabbing her that roughly, but the former Lady Malfoy had a very different relationship with her sister than she did with the woman who had actually married into her family.
Harry began to kiss her neck lightly while they watched, and he muttered that he couldn't wait to see how much she would love what was about to come. Delighted shivers ran up her back with each word. What was happening between Daphne and Narcissa was arousing, but more than anything she just wanted them to finish so she could see what Harry had in store for her.
It didn't take long for Daphne to moan out in orgasm, after which she dragged Narcissa back up. Then she used that tight hold she had on Narcissa's hair to examine her face closely, and Astoria realized she was checking to make sure she hadn't slapped her cheek too hard during their play. Once she confirmed there were no handprints there, she brought her lips to Narcissa's cheek and kissed her on the exact spot where her hand had landed moments earlier. In direct contrast to the aggressive play, this was a gentle display of affection.
"You need to stop waking me up like that," Daphne said with a sigh. "If you don't, I'm going to end up forcing you to do that for me every morning."
"Have you ever considered that perhaps this is exactly why I always do it?" Narcissa asked. It was as submissive as Astoria had ever seen her. Daphne chuckled and shook her head.
"Was the slap too much?" she asked.
"Not at all," Narcissa said, shaking her head. She reminded Astoria more of herself than she could ever remember before.
"You can talk more about which of you is the bigger slut later," Harry said before Daphne could respond. "But as it is we only just have enough time for me to give Astoria my final apology, and then for Daphne to take care of me in the shower while Narcissa and Astoria have their usual fun."
"Just what is this apology?" Daphne asked before Astoria could. Harry grinned at his girlfriend.
"You're going to be jealous," he said, teasing her. "But you'll have to wait for your own chance to experience it for the first time."
Daphne looked even more curious now, and Astoria felt the same way. What was she about to receive that Harry hadn't even done for Daphne yet? Whatever it was she was about to find out, because he dragged her out of bed. She was brought back to reality when he shoved her over the edge of the bed so she was staring directly at both Narcissa and Daphne, both of whom were watching with rapt interest.
"Narcissa, you'll receive this only when you've earned it," Harry announced. "Oh, and just so you don't get any ideas, if I hear you've had Astoria give it to you before I've given my permission, you'll be getting denied for a month."
"Understood," Narcissa said, though from the look on her face Astoria wondered if she might be tempted to risk it depending on what she was about to witness.
"Now, Astoria, keep your face towards the other two witches," Harry said. "I want them to see every little thing you feel."
"Okay," she promised.
"Now reach back and pull your cheeks apart," he said. Astoria did so, spreading her arse for him, though she wondered why he considered this so special. She didn't have any problem with him buggering her, but she didn't see how getting fucked in the arse could match what he'd said.
But then Harry's touch disappeared from her entirely. Narcissa gasped, and even Daphne looked at her enviously. Astoria, who had been shut out of Harry's life when he began dating her sister, reveled in seeing that look on her face even if she wasn't sure what was causing it. The temptation to look over her shoulder and see where Harry had gone and why the other two looked so shocked and jealous was nearly unbearable. If the vow wasn't making sure she followed his orders and kept staring straight ahead at Daphne and Narcissa she wasn't sure she would have been able to resist sneaking a peek.
"You can't seriously be about to—" Narcissa muttered, before Daphne tugged on her nipples and pulled her into another embrace.
"Be quiet," Daphne told her. "Don't spoil the surprise, otherwise you might not have Harry's permission to experience it for quite some time. And I'm not about to go against him and do it for you either; not if there's a chance he'll do it to me in the near future too."
It was Astoria's turn to gasp next, but only because she felt the coolness of a cleaning charm in her arsehole. This still lined up with what he might do if he was about to bugger her, but the reactions of the other two told her that this couldn't be what was coming.
The moan that erupted from Astoria's throat when she felt Harry's tongue flick against that same hole a few moments later was a sound she didn't think she'd ever emitted in her life. It was hard to believe it was even coming from her; nearly as hard to believe as the fact that this was actually happening.
It was no mere tease, either. Harry's tongue remained in place, licking her arse, and his fingers slid into her cunt while his other hand went straight for her clit. Harry was going all out and doing something he'd never done for her or even Daphne. She knew there was no way he'd done this for Ginny or anyone else either. It was Astoria who was the first to feel Harry's tongue in her arse, and that was just one of many things that left her unable to engage in speech that anyone could understand.
There were so many other things that had Astoria so utterly overwhelmed at the moment. One of the most obvious was the sheer taboo of this. Most pureblood men would never give even the tiniest of considerations to going down on a witch in the conventional manner, let alone putting their tongues there. This was something Astoria had only ever even heard about once or twice, and had never expected to experience for herself.
It also occurred to her that this was truly Harry worshipping her, even more than when he put his head between her legs and went down on her for hours. The list of wizards who would do that for their witches was slim, but a wizard who would do this was practically nonexistent. And Harry was doing it for her. His tongue was in her arse, licking her, exploring her, and bestowing this unexpected gift on her.
The open jealousy as well as the arousal she could see on the faces of Daphne and Narcissa added a lot as well. Daphne had entered his life and changed Astoria's in the process; even if she hadn't known it at the time, her arrival had caused her sister great frustration and even heartbreak. She was relieved that Daphne had wound up allowing her to return to Harry's bed when she learned the truth, but Astoria had held no illusions about which Greengrass Harry cared about more. But he'd never done this for anyone, not even Daphne. It was Daphne's turn to be jealous of Astoria, and even if Daphne was responsible for bringing her back into the fold, the little sister enjoyed that a great deal.
Daphne hadn't known about her heartbreak, of course, but Narcissa had. She'd arranged that initial meeting between Harry and Daphne specifically hoping that they would hit it off and Astoria would be left out in the cold, and when she'd succeeded she'd taken great pleasure in taunting Astoria with it. When she'd been permitted by Daphne to continue her own affair with Harry, Narcissa had taunted her with that too. Things had changed a great deal between them recently; Narcissa had undeniably softened towards her and treated her with genuine care these days amidst their dom/sub activities. But there was definitely a spiteful, vengeful part of Astoria who remembered that earlier treatment, back before things had changed in her relationship with her mother in law, and rejoiced in it being Narcissa who now watched jealously as Harry gave Astoria something she herself had never received.
It was exciting for her, and it seemed exciting for Harry as well. She could feel his hard cock against her leg, and it told her that he wasn't just doing this out of feelings of guilt for any perceived mistakes he might have made in his past. He was actually enjoying pleasuring her in this way. He was enjoying the taboo of licking her arse, and that only excited her more in turn.
The simple physical sensation couldn't be overlooked either. It was all new for Astoria, but it didn't take her long to decide that Harry's tongue wiggling around inside of her bum was one of her new favorite things. Hopefully it was something he would be willing to do for her again ever once in awhile, when she was really good.
But the thing that stood out to her most of all was how amazing it felt that she was special enough in the eyes of anyone, let alone Harry, for him to do this for her. She'd recently been forced to do a lot of soul searching on the direction her life had taken, and the realization that she didn't have any true friends and her husband didn't care about her had been extra blows added onto the pain of being shut out of Harry's life. She'd even cut her family out of her life, so she'd been truly alone. But now she was back in Harry's life, and while she'd been happy just to be used by him, he was showing her a form of worship right now that was beyond her wildest dreams.
All of those feelings and all of that pleasure combined together to bring Astoria to a level of ecstasy she may not have ever experienced before. She screamed and shook as her orgasm took her, and she came so hard that she very nearly blacked out. The faces of Daphne and Narcissa blurred in front of her, and for a moment they looked like they were waiting for her to tumble down onto the bed in front of them.
But eventually she came to, and when she did she realized that Harry still wasn't stopping. His fingers continued to work inside of her cunt, he kept rubbing her clit, and of course that tongue did not leave her arse.
Harry had just given her a form of oral worship she never could have expected, and it had resulted in an orgasm that ranked right up there with the biggest he'd ever given her, which said a lot. But he wasn't going to stop there. He was going to keep on going.
"He's still licking her even after all that?" Narcissa mumbled.
"Yeah," Daphne said faintly. "If he keeps going he might very well break her at this rate."
Astoria couldn't disagree with her sister on that. Harry's tongue in her arse had pushed her to new heights already, and he showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. She had no idea if she would be able to hold onto any of her senses if he kept going like this, and it was very possible that he was going to make her useless for the rest of the day, before the day had even really begun.
And she was okay with that. If Harry wanted to keep licking her arse until she was left a feebly twitching mess on the bed, Astoria wasn't about to complain. He'd promised to make up for past slights by giving her something special, and he had more than met that promise. He was worshipping her in a whole new way, and the one thing Astoria could never imagine doing was telling him to stop.