Aella hesitated for a moment, blushing with embarrassment before finally summoning the courage to knock on the door to Harry's office in his manor. It was bright and early on Saturday morning, long before her daughters or Narcissa would be up after their exhausting nights getting fucked, fucking or both until they'd been too tired to even string a sentence together. They'd be sleeping that night off for awhile yet.
It had been a few weeks since her husband had gone on her business trip, and while he'd had his own fun she'd spent that week exploring her wildest kinks with Harry and her daughters. She'd found some kinks she hadn't even known existed beforehand, and it had been incredible. When it was all over she'd been left terrified about how it might play out when Edmund came home. He'd obviously known she was going to be sleeping with Harry while he was gone and had not had any problem with it, but that wasn't the issue. They'd both had their fun with others and their marriage had never suffered for it in the least, but their daughters joining in was a different story. There was also the fact that she knew she wouldn't be able to give Harry or his cock up even when Edmund was back, and thinking that it might ruin the beautiful marriage that meant so much to her had been agonizing.
That conversation with Edmund upon his return hadn't gone anything like she'd feared it might though. He'd actually expected Daphne and Astoria to wind up getting involved, something she could tell when he'd chuckled and given her a knowing look when she'd glossed over that part of her story as much as she could. After so many years together she knew him so well, and that one look was all she needed to know that he was unsurprised about Daphne and Astoria being part of her fun with Harry, nor was he angry about it. He was also quite content not to hear any details about his little girls in that way, so she hadn't gone into any specifics as to what she'd gotten up to with Daphne and Astoria.
Their daughters had also done their part to get in their papa's good books with the favor they'd done for him. Aella still wasn't sure exactly how they'd found out, but they'd learned that Fleur Delacour had developed a bit of a crush on Edmund over the course of his visits with her mother. Fleur had been around for those visits quite frequently after her marriage with William Weasley had unfortunately come to an end, and the newly single veela had been more than excited to jump into bed with not just Edmund but her own mother as well once he and Apolline had returned to Britain. (That kind of thing was not seen as a big deal at all amongst the veela. If wizards were more accepting of it than muggles veela were even more accepting still, which made sense with them being the innately sexual beings that they were. Most veela had spent generations living in covens only with other veela, often with relatives. Some of them still did. Even if the Delacours were not among them, the attitudes of the coven remained with them.
Fleur had not only become a regular bedmate over the last few weeks but had actually moved into Greengrass Manor, much to the delight of both Aella and her husband. The gorgeous veela was proving to be a very welcome companion and partner that fit into the absurd world they'd created for themselves utterly seamlessly. Aella's guilt about needing to continue to get her Harry fix had been lessened significantly with the knowledge that Edmund had a very willing and sexy young veela at home to satisfy his needs whenever she was gone.
That was good for her own conscience, but naturally Edmund had been more than happy to let her continue to have her fun right from the start even before Fleur's sexy little arse had come into their lives. Ironically she'd wound up exercising that option far less often than she'd originally expected to just because of how much it took out of her physically. Feeling her exhaustion at that end of that first week made her marvel at how her daughters managed to go through it every single day. In Astoria's case it seemed to be even more than just everyday usage would suggest, and it felt to Aella like her youngest would prefer it to be not just every day but all day if it were up to her.
As for Aella, she could barely keep up with one visit per week while still having the energy to make it through her day to day life. At times they did do it more frequently, but those occasions always left her beyond exhausted. She was more sexually satisfied than she had ever imagined being, between her occasional visits with Harry and her girls and her home life with Edmund and Fleur, but she had to be careful not to overindulge unless she wanted to be useless outside of bed.
Her only other worry had been addressed by Edmund smirking, telling her Lord Potter-Black seemed to have quite effectively dealt with her unusually forgetful behavior and that perhaps he'd be able to adjust a few other things in her as well. That was why she was now here knocking at his door. Edmund had laughed at her groan when he suggested further 'punishment.' It hadn't been a serious groan of course. She was looking forward to the overall experience, and they both knew it. He'd told her to get used to it, because she'd be going over to Black Manor with a list of her misdeeds and mistake for the week every Saturday morning and it would then be up to Lord Potter-Black to discipline her for them however he saw fit.
It was all really just a way to let her have her fun of course. Directly addressing it would have ruined the mood, but this pretense of punishment allowed the game to continue with his full approval and permission. But it wasn't just for her. Even if they hadn't discussed it in so many words, she knew that these Saturday mornings were also for Edmund and Fleur to have their own time alone without her there. And Aella and the veela got plenty of their own alone time during Edmund's weekly poker night.
It truly was a lovely arrangement for everyone involved. Aella couldn't imagine any way for things to turn out any better than they had, short of finding out that Draco Malfoy had fallen off of his broom and broken his neck or something.
Thus Aella stood outside of Harry's home office waiting to receive her punishment. After noticing that her list this week had been short and filled with tiny little misdeeds that wouldn't truly deserve punishment, she saw that Edmund had also scribbled on it that she had begun to get 'lax'. He might as well have written a personalized letter to Harry urging him to give her a very, very hard thrashing.
That little comment on the note, and this whole situation really with her being sent over here by him, was her husband's playful way of reminding her that she was ultimately under his control. He was merely delegating certain aspects of keeping his wife in line to another.
"Come in, give me your list and strip while I finish my work," Harry called out. He said it all very dismissively, as if this wasn't nearly as important to him as it was to her. She thought it was just an act, but with how regularly he really did have gorgeous witches presenting themselves to him for disciplining she couldn't be entirely sure.
--
Aella whimpered and sobbed as Harry quite casually spanked her arse with his hand. This was how he'd started as well, then he'd moved to a hairbrush and then he'd given her twenty lashes from his belt.
"I wonder what the best way is for me to make sure you behave yourself and make things easier on your husband," Harry mused. "It's quite important. I wouldn't want you to blame me if you continued causing issues and your husband decided to devote his attention on Fleur until you could figure out how to behave more appropriately."
Aella ducked her head, blushing at the reminder that her husband and their gorgeous veela roommate were undoubtedly fucking at the same time that she was getting her spanking. But then the little brush of her clit on the leg of Harry's trousers sent spikes of pleasure shooting through her, reminding her that she was getting exactly what she wanted as well. There was a reason she'd barely been able to get over here fast enough for her liking.
"I have an idea," Harry said with a chuckle. "I picked something up the other day that might help. But first we'll start with something you've experienced already." He nudged her legs apart and grabbed the hairbrush. "I'm going to leave the inside of your thighs as red as your arse, and then I'll give you a taste of my new cane." He began to lash her inner thighs as promised, and she screamed and sobbed.
"Let's see if this gets you back in line, or if I'll need to think of something else too."
--
The cane landed after a dreadful swishing sound, and Aella blubbered and screamed. She tried to thank him for the discipline but she wasn't sure if her attempt could be understood. He didn't confirm whether he'd understood her or not, but he also didn't punish her for forgetting to do so.
"Usually you're the one that sleeps in latest, not the one that gets up earliest," Harry said, laughing. Aella couldn't see who he was talking to, but she'd spent enough time as a guest here and knew the sleeping habits of his women well enough that she was pretty sure she knew the answer.
"Why haven't you used that on me before?" Astoria asked, ignoring Harry's comment. She sounded jealous about it, which was unbelievable to Aella even after seeing just how submissive and masochistic her youngest daughter was.
"I just got it the other day," Harry answered, still laughing. "You've been such a good girl lately that you've earned far more rounds with my tongue between your legs or in your arse than trips over my knee." Aella looked up, and through her tears saw the blurry figure of her naked daughter practically purring at being praised and called a good girl. As always she was incredibly excited to have Harry's affection focused on her and to make him proud of her. He'd done it all while playing up to her heavy submissive kink as well, and that was rivaled only by her fondness for pain. She made her way over to him and kissed him. Harry allowed it for a few moments, but then he pulled his lips back.
"Stay still," Harry said firmly. Aella instinctively straightened up before belatedly realizing he was talking to her daughter. "I don't want you getting clipped while I finish up with this poorly-behaved slut." Astoria was panting audibly, so aroused was she from watching, not to mention how Harry casually held her against him and kept her still by holding her wrists behind her back with one hand. He used his other hands to deliver the final three blows across her arse, They left her a true mess; it was likely the worst state she'd been in after such a short spanking. Well, it was a short spanking by the standards in Black Manor anyway.
"What do you always need when you're crying this hard?" Harry asked, looking up at Astoria. She let out a moan at the thought.
"I need you inside of me," she said, still moaning. "When I cry like that I need you inside of me however you want me." Harry chuckled.
"Would it be fair of me to deny this slut the same thing now that her behavior has been addressed?" Harry asked.
"No," Astoria whined. "But life isn't always fair." Harry laughed still louder at that, and Aella briefly worried that he would decide not to fuck her after all.
"Sometimes it isn't," Harry agreed, "but we're going to at least try to be fair here." Aella sighed in relief. "Now turn and kneel." Aella scrambled to comply with the barked command, and he chuckled at her and cleaned her face of the tears from her spanking
"Thanks," she said. "Thank you for disciplining me, and for cleaning me up."
"Do you remember that first night, when I said you were going to answer one question for me while a vow forced you to be honest?" he asked. Aella nodded, feeling embarrassment return. "Go ahead and give me that vow now, since we never got around to it."
Aella stuttered and her voice was shaky, but she managed to give him what he was looking for. She felt the magic of the oath take hold, and she knew she would have to answer whatever he was about to ask her with complete honesty.
"Don't worry; it's actually quite a simple question," he said. "I want to know what you want me to do now. Whether that's having me fuck you in one of your holes, or your daughter instead. Or maybe you'd like to be sent back to your husband right away. Maybe you'd like to be sent home with the denial charm on, is that it?" Not even she knew what answer was going to come out of her mouth, though she was sure it wouldn't be that last one.
"I'm a greedy slut who wishes to be fucked, sir," she answered honestly. She was relieved at that answer, because she was certain that some other options that might legitimately have come out of her mouth would have been as frightening as they were arousing. They might have easily won out if she hadn't been so desperate to be stuffed full of cock after hearing her daughter say it was what she loved most.
"Go ahead and crawl in to get the strapon then," Harry said to her. "Don't dare wake either of the others up if you want to be fucked, or even sent home with the ability to orgasm still available to you." Aella quickly started to crawl away to do as he'd commanded. "Astoria, you have until that one gets back. Then you'll be helping me stuff her full of even more cock than she begged for."
"What can I do, sir?" Astoria asked quickly and eagerly. "Can I suck your cock?" She sounded thrilled at the thought of being given permission to do that, which still seemed absurd to Aella even though she somehow understood something about the excitement herself now.
"Oh, you silly little slut," Harry said. "Bend the fuck over the table so I can make you scream. You need to get your orgasm in before that pretty arse with all the lines on it gets back. Once she gets back you'll have to wait until that arse has been thoroughly shagged and your own bum has just as many lines across it as hers does before you get another chance at it."
"Thank you! Oh, thank you!" Astoria screamed out within seconds, showing just how quickly she'd gotten into position. Aella continued on her way on her hands and knees, nearly giggling when she heard how full of adoration her daughter's screams were.
"Always," Harry moaned. "I love my little slut." Aella did let herself smile at that. However intense their play could get at times, both of her daughters were with a man who loved them. It was all that a mother could ask for, aside from a nice shag of her own.
"I love rewarding you for being a good girl even more than I love punishing you." A slap on the arse rang out soon thereafter, followed by another laugh from Harry. "But don't worry, you adorable little masochist. That doesn't mean I won't be caning you too. I'll indulge more than one of your desires this morning, I already told you that."
Aella was still within hearing distance when Astoria moaned her way through a loud orgasm. It had surely been under a minute, so she'd gotten it in well before her mother had a chance to crawl to the strap-on, never mind coming back with it.
--
Daphne rolled her eyes at the retreating backs of her parents and Fleur as they disappeared rather obviously from Sunday evening dinner at Greengrass Manor. Harry grinned at her, amused by her reaction, and she grinned back. Then she gave Narcissa a look, and the older woman flushed and got up from the table.
"We'll be back before long," Daphne said to him as she got up as well. She left the dining room, Narcissa dutifully following behind her. Now it was Astoria's turn to giggle.
"I know what you're expecting now," he said to the younger Greengrass. She would've expected it anyway, but with them being the final two remaining in the dining room her expectations would increase even more. Astoria nodded, showing no embarrassment at that.
"Will you please use me?" she asked.
"I will," he said, smirking. "But we can't do it here." He tapped her cheek with his hand to get her to concentrate. "Upstairs, you needy thing. Let's see how many dinner trips it takes for us to break the bed in your old room." Astoria excitedly grabbed his hand and all but dragged him after her.
"I'll be very good," she promised.
--
"Have you thought about what to get Astoria for her birthday?" Aella asked Harry later that night.
"I have," he said, grinning, but he didn't say any more. She looked at him expectantly, but he shook his head. "I'm not going to risk having you ruin the surprise." She huffed at his teasing.
"You know that isn't going to happen," she objected, but he just chuckled.
"Unfortunately for you, you will have to wait as well," he said. "But it will be worth it, I promise." She groaned in exasperation.
"You really are insufferable at times, you know," she sniffed. He chuckled again, and casually reached over and put his thumb on her lips as if he was going to wipe something off. But there was nothing to wipe off, and he just left his thumb there, letting her decide what to do about it. She didn't even consciously make the decision. The next thing she knew she had taken his thumb into her mouth and was moaning as she swirled her tongue around it just like she had that first time. She was acting like the biggest slut imaginable for this young man while they sat at a family dinner in her own home.
"That's no surprise," Harry said. His eyes met hers, and she blushed in knowing just how obvious her arousal was. "So where did your husband sneak off to with Fleur this time?" Aella took his thumb out of her mouth so she could answer him, but he continued speaking before she could. "The man is nearly as insatiable as I am, seems like."
Aella wasn't sure about that. Edmund had a very large sex drive, true, but Harry's cock seemed to be impossible to make stay soft even with four witches giving it their absolute best. But she understood Harry's point. Edmund was quite taken by his new young veela lover, and Fleur was very excited by all of the sneaking about. That was something Aella had learned herself firsthand when the three of them snuck off together earlier, and now she saw it again as they stole away together without her.
"They went out to the greenhouse," she told him.
"Good," he said. "That leaves your room open for us then, so get the fuck up there." He smacked her arse hard, and she yelped and scrambled to her feet.
"What about your other three witches?" she asked him. "They're not going to get angry at me for hogging you, are they?" Harry shook his head, smiling.
"I was told to leave them alone so they could have some girl time," he said. "They're not as clever as they think they are. I know they've really snuck out to go shopping for my Christmas present so they can get it home and hide it while I'm gone. But I'm not foolish enough to ruin their excuse, and that means you and I have some time to ourselves."
He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her in the middle of her bedroom, and she obediently stopped. She also clasped her hands together behind her back, and then her face burned when she realized she'd done that without even being told to. Harry sat on the edge of her bed and looked her up and down.
"It really is a marvel to see how unbelievably beautiful my wives are going to be twenty years from now," he said, and the hunger in his voice made her even wetter than she already was. "It hasn't escaped me that you're dressing yourself in far more revealing clothes these days, you know. You'd be pushing the limits and making people whisper openly if your husband wasn't who he is." Aella didn't know what to say to that, but he didn't wait for an answer. He motioned for her to come to him on the bed.
"I'm glad you weren't foolish enough to wear a bra," he said. She straddled his lap without being commanded to, and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Sorry, sir," she said, blushing and averting her eyes. "This slut forgot her place." She tried to drop to her knees, disappointed that she wouldn't get the chance to be stuffed full, but the humiliation she felt about how excited she was to get on her knees was even more potent. Sucking his cock really was still that exciting to her. But before she could go anywhere Harry grabbed her arse with both hands, keeping her from going anywhere.
"This is a bit intimate, don't you think?" he said, smirking at her. "You're straddling my lap in your bed with your husband not that far away. But I guess it's probably fine, what with him busy fucking his sexy veela lover at the moment." She felt intense shame initially, but his words eased it into heavy arousal as he reminded her that Edmund was having his own fun and would want her to do the same. He'd probably find the whole scenario amusing if anything.
He started to make her hips roll against him as she straddled him, and she moaned louder than she ever thought she would while doing nothing more intense than dry humping. He smiled and leaned in just a bit, but when she moved forward to meet him he smirked and pulled away slightly just before she reached him.
"Are you really enough of a slut to move things in that direction while in your bed, of all places?" he asked. She was aware it was a jump to go from fucking to kissing him in her bed, but after everything she was sure her daughters would have no issue with it and in fact they'd probably already anticipated it and given Harry their approval. That seemed to often be the way things worked in that relationship from what she'd seen. She knew that Edmund wouldn't have any problem with it either. They were far past the point of worrying about their feelings towards or commitment to each other. If anything they were more confident in their love now than ever before, and besides, she'd watched him kiss both Fleur and Apolline quite enthusiastically in this same bed.
"I am," she said. "I'm sure." Harry took it from there. The way he kissed her now was very different than any other she'd ever had in this bed over the years. It was filled with more raw and overwhelming dominance than any before it, and she was just along for the very enjoyable ride. Harry kept claiming her mouth until she moaned into his. Aella could barely believe it, but she was moaning with a pending orgasm from nothing but having him kiss her while she dry humped him.
"Really?" Harry said, pulling back and laughing at her. She blushed, embarrassed by his ability to taunt her so effectively. It was one simple word that was somehow demeaning and played into her kinks so perfectly.
"Please," she begged. "Please let me."
"Not yet," he said lightly. "First you're going to kneel and worship my cock like it's the only thing in the world that matters to you. If you can convince me that you're properly appreciative and do a passable job, I'll let you touch yourself while I watch."
It was probably the single most humiliating offer he could have made in that moment, and perhaps that was why she was so quick to get down on her knees to go along with it. She took his cock between her lips and got to work, and for one of the first times she felt like she was managing to impress him with her mouth. She bobbed, slurped and forced her way through the agony of swallowing his cock whole even while feeling like it would tear her throat open. She kissed, sucked, moaned and hummed, and did her best to stare up at him and maintain eye contact as much as possible. Aella did all of this while keeping her hands clasped behind her back like the most dutiful and submissive slut. Essentially she was doing her best to mimic her youngest daughter, even though she knew her performance was still nowhere close to being in Astoria's league.
"You're giving it your best," Harry said as she worked. "I'm impressed by your effort. You're turning into a good, obedient slut." She blushed, and if her mouth wasn't full she might have sobbed, cheered or both.
Not that much later her mouth was full of not just his cock but his cum as well, and Aella took it all into her mouth. He pulled his cock out of her mouth when he was done, but she obediently displayed his cum to him. She wouldn't swallow it until he had given her permission to do so, and she held to that even as he slapped her cheeks with his cock and she struggled for air. Harry casually fixed his underwear and trousers after about twenty such cockslaps, and she felt her head spinning as she fought not to swallow so she could gasp for breath despite every instinct in her body telling her that this was what her body needed.
"Good slut," he said finally. "Now go ahead and swallow, and then put on a show for me." Aella swallowed quickly, and then she spread her legs wide, arched her back and began to rub at her clit.
"Thank you," she moaned as she quickly picked up where she'd left off before the blowjob. "I'm so grateful to be allowed to touch myself." Her fingers worked her clit firmly, rapidly, and she felt ready to explode almost immediately. "May I have permission to cum?" She wasn't sure why she even bothered to ask, but felt as if she must.
"No," Harry laughed. She was caught off guard by the refusal.
"Why not?" she asked, actually feeling herself on the verge of tears. But suddenly she felt his hand on her throat. He now crouched beside her, and his face was right in front of hers.
"Hands behind your back," he said. She obeyed instantly, and he licked a stray tear off of her cheek. That lick had her feeling as submissive towards him or anyone else as she ever had before. "You're so much fun to play with," he smirked. "Look at you, getting off on being treated like this! The most amusing thing of all might be that it's your daughters who have the most creative ideas for you. You don't need to worry about those for now though."
Harry ensured that she wouldn't be able to worry about any future plans right now even if she wanted to, because how could she focus on anything but his right hand coming on her clit to take over for her or his left hand leaving her throat and coming up to cover her mouth instead?
"Stay conscious, you slut," he said. "This is your reward for sucking cock properly for once in this bedroom." Aella let out muffled screams into the hand covering her mouth as her body spasmed with the release of orgasm. It was a truly mind-blowing climax, particularly when you considered it had come after only dry humping, touching herself and finally having his fingers harshly play with her. He offered his fingers for her to clean off once it had ended, and she took them into her mouth and sucked them clean greedily.
"Hurry down," he said, pulling his fingers out of her mouth and tapping her cheek. "I'm pretty sure the others haven't returned yet but dessert is soon." He looked back at her. "Make sure Astoria, Daphne or Narcissa don't need to make use of you before we leave tonight too. It would hardly be fair for me to have all the fun with you." His hand returned to her clit. "If you're a good slut and you make sure all my girls are taken care of I'll let you have another orgasm before I leave for the night."
He left her alone in her bedroom after that, and she was left a gasping mess. Her face was covered in a mixture of cum, tears and saliva, and her lips were parted and swollen. She was desperate to reach down and touch herself; a second orgasm would be wonderful. But she was acutely aware that if she dared to do so he would know, somehow. It would mean that she didn't have a chance to get him to touch her later, and having him touch her again would offer far more relief than she could ever find on her own.
She did her best to clean herself up before preparing to return to the family dinner.
--
A Few Days Later
Narcissa stood in an empty corridor at Gringotts, waiting for her meeting with one of the more problematic shareholders in the Black Family Empire. She'd arrived early, as she liked to do for meetings like this, and had booked a room here at Gringotts for the meeting as the man she was meeting with was foreign and obviously had nowhere of his own for them to meet. She had no interest in hosting him at the manor, not since he'd already been incredibly dismissive towards her and had continually indicated that he had little to no respect for her and only wished to deal with Lord Potter-Black.
It had taken Harry sending him an official notice (the same notice that had been sent to the most openly sexist of their shareholders), and even then she'd barely been able to convince the man to attend this meeting once he'd learned that Harry wouldn't be there. Narcissa had actually tried to get Harry to attend. She didn't need his assistance, though she would never say no to it as there was a lot of work to do. It just would have been easier to deal with this particular man who they were hoping to buy out in the near future anyway if Harry had been there. But Harry had a meeting with the Minister of Magic, something she understood completely. She was actually rather pleased at how disappointed Harry had been that he had something he couldn't get out of in order to help her.
She almost shrieked as she was unexpectedly grabbed from behind and a hand clasped over her mouth.
"How is my beautiful Lady Black doing?" a voice murmured into her ear. It was Harry's voice, and it sent the usual shivers through her body. The hand that wasn't covering her mouth roamed down the front of her body possessively until he gave her a tap on the side of her arse.
The way he'd asked that question, with such love and sheer general appreciation for her beyond her body, was wonderful. And that possessive wording mixed with her title that reminded her he trusted her enough to put her in charge of the Black Family Empire, had her absolutely melting into him.
"Merlin, I love you so much," she gasped once his hand moved. She barely even recognized that she was the one who had spoken. He spun her around and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I thought you had a meeting," said as she relaxed in the hug. "Did something happen?"
"Yes, something did happen," he said. "I realized that if given the choice between supporting you, Astoria or Daphne on one of the rare occasions that my help was asked for or meeting with the Minister, I don't care what Kingsley wants. I'll always put you three first, and if I hadn't been here for you today I would've always regretted it. You are my top priority, not my job." Narcissa felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she moaned into a passionate kiss.
"I appreciate you coming here, but I can handle this without you," she said once the kiss broke. She was on the verge of telling him to go to his meeting with the Minister, but he just chuckled.
"I know you could," he said confidently. "I wouldn't have made you Lady Black if I didn't think you could handle it. But I already canceled with Kingsley and told him I had more important things to deal with." Narcissa glared at him, not that it bothered Harry. "He understood completely, don't worry. He told me I would've been an idiot if I'd come to meet him with this going on. We rescheduled for another day."
That mollified Narcissa, but they were forced to pull apart when they heard footsteps approach. They couldn't display their affection publicly just yet, although after this gesture today she was even more determined to bring that date about sooner rather than later.
"Ah, Lord Potter-Black!" their 'guest' said upon arrival. "I wasn't expecting you, but I'm pleased that you've come."
"I'm pleased as well, Mister Stoica," Harry said. His voice was cool, but the man did not seem to pick up on it.
Shareholder Stoica did not address Narcissa in his greeting, and this was a sign of how he intended to behave throughout the meeting. He directed the entire conversation towards Harry, ignoring Narcissa entirely. She watched Harry get increasingly annoyed, though Stoica again seemed oblivious. Finally Harry cut him off.
"Why am I being addressed?" he asked, cutting across the man's blathering. "I am merely here to observe. Your meeting is with Lady Black." Stoica scoffed openly, and Narcissa was surprised at how obvious he was being even after Harry had just made his feelings clear.
"I am not interested in meeting with Lady Black or anyone else who is inconsequential," he said, "only the person who makes the decisions." Harry growled, and Narcissa put her hand on his thigh to calm him. It didn't do much though. His aura flickered, frightening Shareholder Stoica into flinching back. It had the opposite result in Narcissa, who felt herself getting aroused in response to his power before Harry quickly reigned it in himself.
"Frankly," he growled, "the only person who is inconsequential here is sitting across from me right now. If you ever dare to speak down to anyone involved in my life in any capacity again, never mind a witch who I have named as the Lady of one of my houses, you will regret doing so more than you can imagine." Stoica seemed shaken, and Harry's eyes surveyed him for a moment before he turned to Narcissa.
"Do you think it's possible to sever all ties with this idiot immediately?" he asked, not moderating his voice at all. That was the point, of course; Stoica was meant to hear every word. "I'd rather not be involved with the likes of him, personally. But as it's you who runs the Black Family Empire rather than me, it's you who will have the best idea as to whether he's worth our time."
"I'm sorry!" Stoica said quickly. For the first time all day he was directing his full focus towards Narcissa. "I apologize, Lady Black! Please forgive me!" Narcissa smirked widely.
"There's no need to be so rash, Lord Potter-Black," she said. "I'm sure things are all sorted out now, and we'll have a very beneficial working relationship from now on. Won't we, Mister Stoica?"
"Yes!" Stoica said, bobbing his head. "Yes, of course, Lady Black!" Narcissa was very pleased indeed at the leverage she now held over this man. And she knew that the others among the shareholders who thought like him traveled in the same social circles he did, so word of this was going to spread amongst them quickly.
Could she have handled this on her own? Yes, she was sure she could have. But having Harry's support made it so much easier. She could almost salivate as she thought about how effective a Lady Black she would make with Harry behind her.
--
A Few Days Later
Daphne frowned as she watched a visibly frustrated and stressed Harry return home. It took a second for him to spot her but he gave a warm smile when he did, and all of that visible frustration seemed to wash away in an instant. She smiled back, but she was now a bit frustrated herself. She knew that his stress hadn't actually gone away. He was just making an effort to hide it now that he knew she was looking at him.
She didn't like him hiding his stress and frustration from her. It wasn't because she thought it was up to her alone to help him with it. She knew that he hid almost none of it from Astoria, who obviously was there working alongside him in the office every day, and nearly all of his stress was related to his job. He didn't exactly hide it from Narcissa either. Daphne just didn't like the idea of him not being open with her. She told him everything that stressed her, and if there was any way for him to help address it he always did so even if she specifically told him not to.
In a way it was similar to their sex life. Not that she was complaining about any of that, really, but Astoria was the one who got him at his wildest and roughest. Narcissa got something more in the middle, and while Daphne still got a hard, rough shag most of the time, he was clearly more tender and loving with her than the others. She adored those moments, but she also watched Narcissa and especially Astoria get fucked until their mouths lolled open while they could only grunt or babble nonsensically, and she couldn't help but wonder why he didn't use her like that more often.
"So where is Astoria?" she asked after she'd headed for their bedroom and motioned for him to follow.
"She got asked to go out for a group dinner with a few of the witches from work," Harry said, sounding quite proud about it. "I convinced her to go, even though she didn't want to leave me alone." He rolled his eyes at this but Daphne knew that Astoria's real concern had been leaving him to deal with his stress without her on hand as his usual outlet. "I know how much being accepted by others like that means to her, so I insisted that she go." Daphne nodded.
"I suppose it's just the two of us then," she said. Narcissa was out with Daphne's mother, Fleur, Apolline and Tracey Davis' mum for the evening, so it really was just her and Harry. That was a rarity.
"Fine by me," Harry said, grinning. He leaned in to kiss her but she put a hand on his chest to stop him. He gave her a very confused look.
"Before we do any of that we're going to have a chat about the things you're hiding from me," she said. He looked still more confused now, which made her roll her eyes. "Do you think I didn't see how stressed you were when you cam in? I always see it, even though it seems like you never let me see it." Harry gave her a weak grin and opened his mouth, surely to offer up some excuse, but she cut him off before he could even try. "Don't dare try some shite excuse with me," she said. "I want you to tell me why you're always so happy to take your stress out on Astoria or Narcissa but never on me.
"I love how caring you are, and how my pleasure and comfort are always your priority," she continued. "But while you will casually use my sister and Narcissa for things like blowjobs, I had to go out of my way to convince you that I love going down on you, or even having you use me for your pleasure.
"And now I apparently have to go out of my way again to convince you that I'm a big girl who is fully capable of taking care of your stress, and a big girl who wants to be an outlet for your stress just like Astoria is. I probably can't do it as often as she can; I'm not stubborn enough to try and pretend that I can keep up with my sister there, and I wouldn't want to deny Astoria her favorite form of sex anyway. But that doesn't mean I can't ever help out." Harry looked stunned as she went on, and it took him a moment to offer a response.
"Astoria is…," he started, before frowning and shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I'm not sure you or Narcissa can really take the kinds of things Astoria genuinely enjoys." Daphne stared at him, frustrated, and he held his hands up to placate her. "It's not just about you. Astoria wants me to do things to her that I'm not even comfortable doing myself sometimes. You really need to be careful about what you ask for because it isn't really loving, not until afterwards at least." Daphne just laughed.
"Do you think I don't know what it looks like?" she asked. "I've seen her get it."
Harry shrugged. "She usually gets the most severe 'punishments' in the office before we come home. That's where I'm most stressed, and it seems to be where she likes it most too."
"That's fine, but clearly you need to blow off loads of steam," she said firmly. "I'm trying to get you to realize that I don't need to be treated like a china doll."
Harry nodded slowly. "Okay," he said, which pleased her. "So was this a fight?"
Daphne burst into laughter and shook her head. "Of course not. That was just a conversation about how I, and we all, can take care of your needs just as much as you take care of ours, you fucking idiot." The last was said with fondness and affection, and she kissed him passionately at the end of it. "I love you so much, and I just want to try to give you even a quarter of what you've given me every day since that first date we went on." Harry grinned into her kiss, and she felt so much lighter before pulling away.
"And now you're going to let all of your stress that's built up for the day out on me," she declared. He still looked mildly wary, so she growled and shook her head. "In fact, you're going to give me a vow that you will treat me just as you would Astoria in this situation. It'll last for the next, let's say, two hours." She stared at him patiently, waiting. Finally he sighed.
"That's not necessary," he tried. She just kept staring at him, waiting for him to give in. "Okay, fine," he said at last. "But this is your last chance to reconsider. It really could be just a bit rougher instead. I don't need to be that much rougher than you're used to for me to get my stress--"
"Vow," she interrupted. "Now. And then you break me, unless you're too much of a pussy to do so like you were with the Weasley girl." She knew full well that it would push him into understanding that she was ready, having seen the few times Astoria had used that trick to get him to let loose. She'd asked Astoria why she would do it if it hurt his feelings, and her little sister had just giggled and told her that it didn't actually bother him anymore. It was just a way for her to let him know that she was ready for him to get really aggressive, and it brought out the side that he normally locked away. Now Daphne was using it for herself.
Harry understood. He gave her the vow she was looking for almost instantly, and Daphne bit back a gulp as he finally stopped hiding all of the irritation that had built up throughout the day. With the removal of that mask also came a dark, frightening look in her direction, the look that she knew got Astoria incredibly aroused every time. Now Daphne understood why. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she should have taken his advice and eased into this a bit more gradually, because her stomach gave an uncertain flip.
That was the last moment she got to consider anything other than enjoying it, and more importantly surviving it, because he grabbed her hair and gave her a ringing slap across the face. She stared up at him with wide eyes.
"While I clean up, you're going to get the leather strap and that new cane," he said. "You're also going to be naked with your hands bound behind your head while you're bent over. Straight-legged, too, not lazily sprawling out like some useless slut. You'll be face-first in the bed too so I don't have to bother listening to you beg and plead. You'll have done all of that by the time I'm done cleaning up and am ready to deal with you properly for the first time."
"Yes, sir," she whimpered. She moved frantically, her brain panicking as she tried to figure out how she was going to get herself bound in that position on her own. She didn't have the kind of experience with this sort of thing that her sister did, and as she rushed up the stairs she tried to think about what Astoria would have done.
--
"Twenty!" Harry called out, finishing the count for her since she was far beyond the point of being able to do it herself. Daphne screamed into the bedding as the final lash of the cane landed, which was all she could really do now. She lay limply over the edge of the bed, and her arse was surely bruised and covered with twenty welts. It was worse than the time she'd gotten thrashed by Harry when he was genuinely furious with her, and she now understood better than ever why he'd been reluctant to subject her to this.
His warnings about how difficult this was going to be for her rang true. But thanks to her idiocy in forcing him to give her that vow she would not get any mercy until she reached Astoria's limit, wherever the fuck that was. The difference between her limits and Astoria's were vast, but Harry literally couldn't stop until the two hours were up. She had a rough hour and forty minutes still ahead of her. Fortunately the worst of it should be over now, as far as she could tell. He yanked her by her hair and pulled her up the bed.
"Try not to pass out," Harry barked at her, and that was the only warning she got before he pushed his cock into her mouth. He held her still bound arms behind her head and used them as leverage to ram his cock home down her throat like she was a literal toy that couldn't choke, retch or anything else. She knew that everything he was about to do to her over the remaining time would be the most demanding version of it that she'd ever had.
Through the entire blowjob she fought just to get in any air that she could and avoid retching. She didn't have the energy to do anything else, nor would there be any point in trying even if she did. Luckily Harry erupted before too long, but since he held her down and came so much that it exploded into her stomach and out of her nose she didn't feel lucky for very long. He kept his cock right where it was anyway, leaving it almost in her stomach until she was just a limp mess.
"That's enough of you being useless, slut," Harry said. She was still dizzy, but that didn't stop him from beginning to fuck her throat again. Her last conscious thought before simple survival mode kicked in was that somehow she was dripping down her thighs despite all of this. Maybe she was just as nuts as Astoria after all.
--
Daphne's head flopped around, her neck having gone limp from a lack of strength. They were over an hour in, and whatever energy she had left was being expended just for her to stay conscious. Her face was still covered in saliva and cum, and her arse and cunt were full of cum and sorer than they had ever been. He'd spanked her arse Merlin only knew how many times, probably a hundred at least, just while fucking her. Her tits were bright red and her face was probably the same from all of the random slaps he'd given her. Yet despite all of that, or maybe even because of all of that, she'd cum what had to be seven or eight times by now. She couldn't be sure of the exact amount because she'd only been semi-conscious for some of the orgasms.
Regardless of her lack of remaining energy Harry was still going at it like a man possessed. He held both her arms behind her at the elbows and fucked her like this was still the opening round, causing her teeth to feel like they were chattering from each thrust into her. She had to be getting whiplash with how wildly her head was flailing completely outside of her control. Suddenly he flipped her over onto her back again, gave her another slap and grabbed her throat and hair.
"Look at me," he demanded. She was barely able to force her eyes open and make out a blurry form above her through her tears. "This was what you wanted. You wanted to be used like a toy just like your little sister loves so much. I warned you how it would go, but look at you now. You're a broken slut who can barely even keep her tongue in her mouth, and I'm not even anywhere close to where I'd usually be finishing."
He released her throat and bent her in half to make the shag yet more challenging, demanding and amazing than it already was. Daphne just grunted over and over from his thrusts, and she felt her cunt begin to flutter. That had to be where her last few scraps of energy were going.
"I can feel you clenching around me," he said, laughing. "This is how much of a horny slut you are, huh? You can't speak, you can't think and you can't find the energy to open your eyes or close your mouth but you're still able to cum just from having me use you." She tried to say something, anything in response, but she couldn't. He laughed at her obvious failure to speak.
She felt her body stiffening, and she let out a silent scream as she felt the orgasm hit. It was one of the strangest climaxes of her life in that it was overwhelmingly pleasurable but almost felt like an out of body experience, and it all happened while darkness crept into her vision quickly. Harry relentlessly pounded her until she couldn't see even a blurry form of him anymore, and then he filled her up with his seed yet again.
The fact was, he was right about how he'd probably still be going with Astoria and she would love every second of it. That reality overwhelmed Daphne, who briefly had something akin to a panic attack at the thought of him using her even further. The only thing that probably helped prevent her from having a full-blown attack was that she just didn't have the energy for one.
It turned out that there was nothing for her to worry about anyway because she vaguely felt magic cleaning her up. Harry wrapping her up in his arms was a far more noticeable sensation, as were the kisses he planted all over her face.
"You didn't ever need to do that," he muttered in between kisses on her face, "and you don't ever need to push yourself to do it again." She felt the healing salve being rubbed into her body as she began to drift off into unconsciousness. She finally found a tiny bit of energy left within her in order to speak.
"I loved it, just like I love you," she said weakly. "You'd better not go back to only treating Astoria like that." At least this was what she tried to say to him. She could feel her words slurring and didn't know if her intended meaning got through to him, but she didn't have the time to double-check before she passed out.
--
A Few Days Later
Narcissa returned home after a fairly eventful day, having seen to a few of the errands that fell to the Lady Black and then dealing with a meeting afterwards. She sighed happily as she apparated in out of the cold, pleased to be indoors once again. They were approaching the Christmas season, and she'd had to be out in the cold and snow for a bit while conducting her business.
The Greengrass girls were off assisting their mother with initial preparations for the annual Greengrass ball, which this year was sandwiched between Astoria's birthday and Christmas just as it always was. That hadn't been much of a difficulty time-wise for the last several years with Astoria not being on speaking terms with her family, but the repairing of those relationships meant the return of what Daphne described as organized chaos. Narcissa knew that Aella would happily welcome the return of that chaos with her youngest now back in her life, frustrating as it might be at times to get everything prepared.
Narcissa forced the negative thoughts of the formerly rocky relationship between the Greengrasses from her mind. This was a happy time, and it did none of them any good to dwell on lost time in the past when they could concentrate on the brighter present and even rosier future instead.
Harry had been doing some work of his own when she left, taking care of things pertaining to his job in addition to seeing to business as Lord Potter and Lord Black. Since becoming Lady Black she'd found herself even more impressed by him than she had already been. She was often mentally exhausted by the requirements of the role Harry had trusted to her, but he juggled several things at once and did so adeptly.
That she was often exhausted by the duties of Lady Black didn't mean she wasn't ecstatic to be in the role. Being a bit weary at times was far better than being bored and feeling useless like she had before. She was merely thinking that it was very impressive how Harry handled not just two lordships, which meant workload double hers for each, but also dealt with his day job. He barely seemed to be phased by it and got done everything he needed to when he had a spare moment or hour, whether it be late at night or early weekend mornings. And of course he did it all while still fitting in time to fuck her, Daphne and Astoria, with Astoria in particular having the energy of her and Daphne combined and wanting her experiences to be wilder and making him expend more energy on them as a result.
And there was the more recent addition of Aella too, though the Lady Greengrass had slowed her visits down to once a week generally, and twice at the most. Things with her, Edmund and Fleur had really kicked that off, and Narcissa expected her old friend's presence to ebb and flow. There would be times where she was over more often, particularly when her husband was away on business, and then there would be slower periods like this one. But she was still another witch to be satisfied and another thing Harry had on his plate.
No matter how much he had on his plate he never seemed tired though, at least not that Narcissa could tell. Even when he was there weren't any complaints on his part. She only really noticed when he settled down to sleep and exhaustion took hold, because as long as he was awake he seemed to stay focused on whatever thing (or witch) currently needed his attention.
She made her way upstairs with a grin, deciding completely unselfishly that she would give her Lord a reward just for being him. The grin turned into a smirk; even in her own head she couldn't maintain the façade of this not being about herself just as much as it was about him. She ignored her yawn, changed into a bathrobe and heels that were as impractical as they were enticing, and strutted her way into his home office.
He'd heard her heels approaching well before she arrived and was already looking at the doorway when she got there. He grinned at her and watched as she sauntered over to him, dropping the robe on the floor along the way. She slithered into his lap and moaned needily into his mouth as they kissed. She was happy just to sit there and kiss him until she felt his huge cock pressing against her.
Then she tried to slip to her knees so she could service him, but was frustrated when she yawned. Naturally Harry noticed despite her best efforts to hide it from him, and he chuckled and forced her to stop before she could even get started. She squeaked in protest when he grabbed her underarms and yanked her back up. Narcissa tried to speak but he silenced her with another passionate kiss, and said kiss turned more tender as he tugged her closer to him. He gently listed her by the arse and placed her sideways on his lap, then twisted her around until she settled in very comfortably with her back against his chest.
"It isn't fair to the other witches in this country that you got to have an arse like yours and such a lovely pair of tits," he murmured as he wrapped one hand up and around her, settling it on her breasts. "And you got such a beautiful face too! It's really unfair."
"You don't need to flatter me, you know," she chuckled, before kissing his cheek. "But it is always appreciated, of course." He continued to gently play with her nipple between his fingers, and she purred contentedly before yawning and snuggling against him, feeling perfectly relaxed. She tried to move when she remembered that she'd actually come up here intending to 'reward' him, but he held her in place.
"No, love," he said quietly. "You need to take a rest."
"I'm fine," she insisted, but the impact was rather ruined when she let out another yawn. She growled in frustration. "How is it that you're not even fazed? Through your lordships and your day job you do far, far more throughout the day than I do as Lady Black." Harry laughed.
"You're also far more than just Lady Black," he replied. "You're also Astoria's mistress and Daphne's…somewhat submissive lover, I guess? And you're so many other things too."
Narcissa still wasn't satisfied with that, but her attempts to argue more were met by him casually summoning over one of his huge winter cloaks. It was the one she recalled forcing him to buy because it was not only exceptionally warm and comfortable thanks to the high quality of the material and the permanent charms placed on it, but it also made him look quite powerful and intimidating. It was exactly the kind of thing Lord Potter-Black should be seen wearing in public during the cold winter days.
This time it wasn't used to impress or intimidate, but to cover her up and envelop her in its warmth. She felt him slipping her heels off of her feet, and then he started to rub them with the hand that wasn't cupping a breast. Narcissa tried one last time to speak up and return them to the fun she'd had planned when she came to him.
"I came in here to get on my knees and suck your cock to thank you for everything you've given me," she said. "No, for everything you've done for all of us, and continue to do for all of us."
"There will be plenty of time for fun later," he said, chuckling slightly. He rolled her nipple between his fingers slowly, and she moaned. Harry scooted his chair forward and kissed the top of her head. "I have about two hours' worth of work left. Once I finish I'll wake you up and show Lady Black just how much I love her and appreciate everything she does for us."
She mewled like a kitten and snuggled into him, feeling like she was a young Hogwarts girl falling in love for the first time. That was exactly how she felt every time he said those sorts of things to her, and it was as much about the sincerity in his voice when he said them as it was about the words themselves.
--
A Week Later
"I'm glad to see you've managed to work together to put the rest of Astoria's party together, instead of bickering over little details like ickle firsties," Harry teased as he joined Daphne and Narcissa in the kitchen. Daphne tried to glare at him, but couldn't manage any heat behind it.
"As I told you before you took Astoria out for Christmas shopping, it has to be perfect," she said. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure the two of you working together had a greater chance of making that happen than you arguing over whether the floating candles should be 25 centimeters apart instead of 30," he joked. Daphne groaned at the reminder of how foolish she'd been behaving before he left, and from the slightly sheepish look on her face she could tell Narcissa felt the same way.
"Perhaps you're correct," Narcissa admitted, "but we weren't bickering like schoolchildren. Rather we were debating the intricate details of the party like mature adults." She smirked as she said it, giving away that she knew she was talking bollocks.
"That's not exactly the way I remember it," Harry deadpanned. Narcissa chuckled and stood up to kiss him.
"That's because you just don't understand how important even the finest details are when planning an event like this," Narcissa said, patting his cheek. He pulled her into a deeper kiss, and she moaned as he pawed at her arse and nipped her lips.
"I bow to the geniuses of party planning," he said, pulling back. "Now I believe you're expected elsewhere, Cissa. Astoria, Fleur and Aella wanted me to tell you that they'll be waiting for you near Lavender Brown's shop." He gave her a smack on the arse as she nodded, said a quick goodbye and hurried off. When she was gone he looked to Daphne.
"Are you sure you don't need to go with them?" he asked.
"I'm positive," Daphne said, nodding. "I've shopped for everyone but you. And those four witches together are going to be enough of a whirlwind for the shopkeepers to deal with. They don't need a fifth added to the group." Harry grinned, grabbed her hair and pulled her to him.
"Good," he said, "because I want some alone time with you anyway." He kissed her roughly, and she yelped against his lips as he started to march her up the stairs. It was an awkward advance since he refused to take his lips off of hers or release her hair, and doubly so since his other hand started tugging on her clothing along the way.
Something felt off to her as she was thrown onto their bed, but she forced the feeling away. She knew she would enjoy getting fucked as hard as Harry seemed to want to give it to her, and she also forced the strange feeling back because she believed Harry deserved more than her simply ignoring whatever was causing the odd felling. Usually she would be desperate for this, and that was the frame of mind she needed to be in.
"Come and fuck me," she said, giving him her best desperate moan. He grinned, and that sent her heart pounding as it always did. She felt a bit better at that, and then she moaned into another rough kiss and arched up at the feeling of his cock rubbing against her stomach, reminding her just how absurdly large he was. This got her anticipation up, but out of nowhere he pulled away.
"Huh?" she mumbled, confused.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly. His entire demeanor had switched from the dominant lord to the concerned boyfriend.
"Yes," she said, but he just stared at her and shook his head.
"You're lying," he said simply.
"I'm not," she tried, but he laughed.
"Well you're lying to yourself too then," he said. He pulled her up on top of him and lightly traced her back with his fingers. The change in dynamic and the way that he kissed the top of her head tenderly even as his hard cock reminded her how badly he wanted her got to her. That he sensed she was the tiniest bit off and stopped doing something he'd been looking forward to opened the floodgates, and she burst into unexpected sobs.
"I knew something was wrong," he said as she sobbed.
"I didn't even know," she choked. She knew what it was now though. "I failed Stori," she wailed. "I let her down, and my family down. I ruined years of our lives. It's all my fault!" Harry didn't try to interrupt her or argue with her. He just let her get it all out and offered her his soothing touch while she rambled. Only when she stopped did he attempt to speak.
"You know that's not true," he said, "and you know it's not how Astoria or your parents feel."
"I know that," she blubbered. "But sometimes I can't help feeling like it's the truth."
"I know, love," he whispered. "I know. But now we all have the chance to make sure that Astoria, Narcissa and your family get to make up for all the years you missed out on and all the suffering you went through." He didn't mention Draco's name, but she knew they were thinking the same thing, that Astoria's ex-husband had been at the heart of it all and was the cause of so much heartache not just for the Greengrasses but for his own mother as well. "And just as important, we get to make sure you get to make up for it too."
"You're too fucking perfect," she murmured into his chest.
"None of us are perfect," he corrected with a laugh. "That's exactly why this works." Daphne couldn't contain it any longer. She jolted up and kissed him with a frantic need, and he moaned into it.
"I need you," she gasped. "I always need you."
"And you can always have me," he groaned. "Whenever you want me." He helped her slide onto his cock, and she kissed him yet again. She howled into his mouth not just from the pleasure of his cock inside of her but from the emotions behind it.
The sex was passionate and in no way boring or lacking energy, but it was very vanilla by their standards. It was also exactly what Daphne needed in that moment, and she enjoyed every second of it. Usually they fucked, and it was wonderful. This time they made love, and Daphne treasured sharing this intimate moment with the man she loved. After they came together she looked into his green eyes and saw that he'd needed the same thing this time, whether he'd known it or not. He looked far more at peace himself now that it was done.
"I love you," she said, grinning. "I don't know what I'd do without you. But I'm done being an emotional wreck for now."
"I can see that. But I'm glad we managed to nip that in the bud before it ate at you for days." While she nodded in agreement he summoned something over that she couldn't see, and suddenly her wrists were bound and tied off above her head and her ankles were bound to the upper corners of the bedposts. Harry slid a pillow under her arse, and she wiggled a bit and smiled at him.
"I'm more than ready for you to fuck me silly now," she said.
"Oh no, love," he laughed. "We're not doing that this time." He trailed kisses down her body, and she arched and moaned as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. "You're supposed to fuck your slut senseless!" He paused in his path.
"I will be doing whatever I want to you," he answered. She shivered at the tone in his voice, and at the heated look he gave her that reminded her just who was in charge here. He resumed his journey, kissing his way down her inner thigh and back up. "I'm going to worship every bit of you." He kissed down the opposite inner thigh. "Except here," he said as he got tantalizingly close to putting his lips on her clit only to pull away right when she moaned.
"Oh, fuck, please!" she whined, trying to press herself up into him. "I'm begging you, fuck me!"
"That's a nice start for what I'm hoping to hear from you," he said. "But I'm going to do this until I make you beg and plead for me to fuck you like you've never begged and pleaded before, even if that takes hours. Only once I think you're desperate enough will we proceed. When I'm sure you understand just how much I love every--last--centimeter of you," he said, kissing her skin at each pause, "then I'll fuck you senseless."
She whined desperately, feeling her arousal searing her, already feeling like she was absolutely at that stage he wanted. If this wasn't enough, just how crazy was he going to make her? He continued to worship her everywhere except where she needed him most, and muttered compliments and endearments as he went.
"Fuck, I feel like I'm going to die, Harry," she whined when he massaged her arsehole with his fingers and kissed just above and around her cunt in a deviously slow circle. "I need you so bad."
"I've never seen you this wet," he answered. "It's like you've orgasmed already." She moaned and pleaded while squirming and yanking at her bonds, but he ignored it. His eyes remained locked on her, trapping her in their gaze and showing her that he was hell-bent on bringing her as close to death by teasing as was possible.
"I love you," she moaned. She almost sobbed with arousal, but then whined in distress when his tongue gave her the faintest brush against her cunt before he went back up to suck on her nipples. "I'm yours!" she screamed. "Please fuck me!" She wondered how many more times she would need to scream something along those lines before he finally took her.
"Oh, we have to avoid staying here for too long," he said lightly. He returned to kissing less sensitive parts of her body for a bit, and she sobbed. She'd been seconds away from having an orgasm wit nothing more than him sucking on her nipples and massaging her arse cheeks, but now even that had been removed.
--
"Please, I'll do anything!" Daphne screamed. "Just please fuck me!" She yanked at her bindings with a mindless aggression she hadn't even known she had in her, and sobbed out real tears. It had been about an hour of this treatment now, and she needed to cum as badly as she ever had. "I don't care, you can fuck whoever you want! You can fuck Pansy, or Tonks--fuck it, you can shag my best friend Tracey or your best friend Hermione! I want you to do it and I want to do it with you, and I'll make all of them happen as soon as possible! But please, I can't take another second of this, please!" Harry kissed his way up to cup her cheek and kissed her deeply.
"I don't want any of them," he said. "I just want you, Astoria and Narcissa."
"Then you have me! Please make love to me!" she begged.
"Are you sure you don't want me to make you explode with my mouth first?" he offered. She wildly bucked her hips without meaning to at the arousing thought he'd put in her head, but she still shook her head wildly.
"No, I need you inside me!" He stared at her with such passion, hunger and love that even in her crazed state her breath hitched.
"You're actually fucking perfect, you know," he said. She tried to say that she wasn't, but all that came out was a relieved scream as he shoved his cock into her at last. He rubbed her clit quickly with his thumb, and his other hand went to her nipple while he leaned his head in and bit the other.
The next thing she knew was his laughter, and she fought through the fog to find him.
"What just happened?" she asked groggily. Then she gasped at how incredibly aroused she felt.
"Seemed like you passed out for a few minutes," he answered. She made to apologize but he kissed her and began to fuck her once again, making her squeal in surprise and pleasure into his mouth. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he must have removed the bindings while she was passed out since she was actually able to do so now.
"I'm obsessed with everything about you, love," he growled into her ear while fucking her. "Everything about all three of you, actually." She moaned loudly into his ear.
"You're my everything!" she babbled. "All of you are!" He kissed her again as they exploded in the first of what would be many shared orgasms that night.
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Later That Evening
"Ready for bed now?" Harry asked Astoria, grinning and banishing a few documents to his home office.
"No," she said, which she knew was exactly what he expected. "Do you really think that after making love with us all night you're really going to get away without letting loose on me for a bit at least?"
"If I remember correctly I 'let loose' on you this morning. You also didn't complain when I worshipped every last centimeter of your perfect body." She squeaked, almost embarrassing herself with how it sounded.
"It was, uh," she stammered. She was sitting on his lap before she realized it was happening. "It was the best normal sex I've ever had."
"Yeah, you three are amazing," he said. She eagerly accepted his kiss.
There were no more games from him, and no more words. Instead he simply tore off his clothes with her assistance, and then he thrust into her without any warning and smacked her arse hard. She didn't need any warning of course, dripping with arousal as she was. She grinded and bucked, and her moans were even louder than she expected them to be. He shifted to sucking and biting one pierced nipple while toying with the other in one hand. The other hand never strayed from grabbing and kneading her arse.
She came lightning-fast for the first shot, which was inevitable these days. But she was surprised that he came with her on what was only her second orgasm, because usually she made it through several before that point.
"You look like a goddess while you're grinding like that," he said. She gasped.
"You're supposed to be dominating me," she reminded him.
"I am," he laughed. "You're being my good girl and giving me exactly what I want right now, which is to see you writhe and scream my name." That did it.
"Oh fuck, again!" she gasped, and another embarrassingly fast climax claimed her.
Roughly thirty minutes later, Astoria bounced up and down on Harry's cock while his hands played with her nipples from behind.
"That's it slut," he murmured. "Fuck your arse harder for me." She was exhausted, as she'd done every bit of the work per his command.
"I'm going to cum," she whimpered. Then she gasped as his fingers pinched one nipple while he rubbed her clit with the other hand. "Oh Harry, yes!"
Her legs shook as she tried to bounce and finish him off, but her legs were like jelly. He laughed at her, and she could almost cry at having her body fail her like this. She was nearly frightened at how badly she felt the need to make him cum and show him how addicted she was to him.
"Please just use me," she requested. He laughed darkly.
"That was always the plan, slut," he said. He flipped her over onto her back, head hanging over the edge of the couch. "Keep your mouth nice and wide. Don't dare try and get away from me. You're just a toy, and I'm going to fuck your throat hard."
She'd known he wasn't joking, but she hadn't realized how brutal he was actually going to be. He held the back of her head with one hand while the other clamped on her throat, and he fucked her throat as hard as he did most days. It wasn't his absolute hardest, but if he did that she'd probably require healing. It brought agony but also arousal, and she reached to touch herself.
"Go ahead and touch yourself then, slut, while I use your throat," he said. His hand went to the bottom of her neck and his cock still reached far enough to go underneath that hand when he pushed all the way in, showing just how large he was. This was one of the few positions and tempos where she would gag and choke, and he made her do just that over and over.
That she got off before he did was humiliating, as it had to be no more than two minutes of touching before she bucked wildly and screamed around his cock.
"Such a needy slut," he said before filling her stomach with cum. Some of it ended up coming out of her nose, and she also coughed more up that fell onto her face and into her hair. "Saying you're kinky isn't doing you justice."
"Almost passed out," she mumbled.
"I know, love," he laughed. Then she was cleaned up and in his arms.
"Thank you," she said faintly. "You always know what I want."
"You don't make it difficult."
"But even I didn't realize I wanted it to build up slowly like that," she said. "it was just what I needed though."
"And you three are exactly what I need, and I'm never letting you go," he said as they reached the top of the stairs.
"Promise," she whined, barely conscious.
"Of course. I promise, love. I'll do anything for you three, and none of you are going anywhere no matter what it takes."
That was all she needed to hear. She smiled wide before passing out in his arms as he carried her to the bed where the two witches she also loved were half-awake and waiting for them.