As Aella Greengrass felt one of Harry Potter's hands grope her pussy while pinning her against the wall, she realized that she had created a monster. Her actions had undoubtedly led to her succeeding in her objective and piquing the interest of the gorgeous, powerful man who had her daughters captivated. Perhaps she had even succeeded too well. He'd only been touching her for thirty seconds at most, and already her head was spinning with a combination of arousal, anxiety and humiliation.
He was pinning her against the wall like this in her own kitchen, and it was made even more intense for the fact that they were not alone in her home. Lady Tremblay, the wife of an unimportant member of the voting block Aella's husband Edmund headed up, was in the sitting room as all of this was going on. There was only one wall separating the woman from Aella's groping, and that wall wasn't even silenced. This was insanely risky.
Lady Tremblay was here to try and earn favor by checking in on Aella, seeing if she needed or would need any sort of assistance while her husband was gone. It was amusing how obvious her scheme was. Even though Aella would have understood exactly what she was trying to do regardless, the fact that she'd come over mere minutes after Edmund had departed on his trip and yet she'd been unaware of when he left or where he was going would have revealed just how uninterested she was in actually helping Aella. She was here purely to try and obtain political favor for herself and her husband.
Edna Tremblay was beneath her notice most of the time, but the fact that she was as horrible a gossip as most members of the pureblood society was a concern here. With a woman like this on the other side of the wall, Harry having snuck in to ambush her in her kitchen when she'd come to get refreshments made this incredibly risky. Harry didn't care. He'd yanked her robes off out of the blue, yanked her undergarments off (while leaving her stockings alone) and pinned her against the wall to grope her however he pleased.
She'd tried to scream in fright at being caught so off-guard, but he'd cut her off with a silencing spell. That would have removed at least one concern, but he'd removed the spell as soon as he had her under control. It was as if the risk of being heard by her guest was something that added to his desire. He didn't seem to be the slightest bit concerned about whether or not she kept the noise down, so as far as she could tell he really did find that risk stimulating.
One of his hands openly explored her body, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her cunt, though he did help her keep the noise down by grabbing her throat with the other hand and cutting off almost all of her air.
"You're at my mercy," he whispered into her ear. "I'm in charge here, just as it should be. You have no choice. But even if you did have one, we both know that you would have picked this outcome anyway." He had a point. Him being so direct and blatant in his dominance of her had her spreading her legs wide so it would be easier for him to touch her and arching her back to give him full access to her bare breasts.
"Maybe I should just shag you and make you scream with pleasure," he whispered. "Then that witch out there could let everyone in your little clique know just how big a slut Lady Greengrass actually is. She could let them all know that you're such a slut, you're fucking someone other than your husband less than an hour after he left."
His massive cock pressed into her, and Aella panicked as she wondered if he might do exactly as he threatened. But along with the panic came heavy arousal at the thought. The simple reality was that if he did, she wasn't sure she'd have the willpower she needed to tell him that he couldn't. She wasn't sure she'd be able to deny him or his cock, no matter the cost to her reputation.
"You like that idea, don't you, slut?" he said, chuckling gruffly into her ear as he sensed her conflict. He worked her clit with his fingers so intensely that he brought her to the cusp of an orgasm in a humiliatingly quick period of time. It would have been embarrassing if he'd gotten her there that quickly even if he was actually fucking her, but that he'd done it while only using his fingers was mortifying. He stopped just before she could get off, and she blushed when she heard just how pathetic her whine sounded.
"You'll never be able to pretend that you're anything but my slut already," he said, and she flushed at the truthful mockery. "But even so, I never imagined that your fantasy was to be a toy for me to use; just a toy to be disciplined and shagged." He tightened his grip on her throat, now cutting off even the tiniest bit of air from getting in. But more importantly, the tiniest bit of sound could not escape.
That was helpful, because there would have been no stopping her reaction when he pinched her nipple between his fingers and tugged on it until she was on the verge of shedding tears. He brought his finger to her lips, and for some odd reason she began to suck on it eagerly and swirl her tongue around it. It proved to both of them that every single demeaning word he'd just sent her way had been entirely accurate, and that actually did almost make her cry from the shame and degradation.
Harry chuckled and slowly began to rub her clit again, and between that and the hand on her throat she felt like she might explode with pleasure and pass out due to lack of oxygen at the same time. But finally he released her throat, and his fingers slowed down on her clit. She bucked her hips desperately, so far gone and so desperate for the pleasure that she would even rub herself against his fingers and scream for her gossiping guest to hear and potentially ruin her reputation.
He wouldn't even let her do that. Later she might thank him for still having his senses about him, but at the moment she felt sheer frustration when he clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Stop being such a foolish slut," he said. He chuckled. "Your kink is different from your daughters. You like to be humiliated, huh? Astoria likes that too, but it's being disciplined, roughed up, choked and just generally being willingly submissive that really gets her off. Daphne likes a little bit of everything and is comfortable both dominating and submitting. But you, Lady Greengrass? Based on what I've seen so far, the itch you need scratched seems to center around being degraded and humiliated."
Aella whined into his hand. The words rang uncomfortably true, because that was undoubtedly her kink. Even she had only realized it for herself after returning to her room the previous night with her head spinning as she wondered what had possessed her to go over to him in such a state. But in the present, his hand tickling her thigh made her decide to just get it over with. She nodded frantically against his hand, making him chuckle.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll find a way to let you have your fun without ruining your reputation, or your husband's." With that said he grabbed her throat harshly and choked her so tightly that the panic returned. But so too did the pleasure, because his fingers rubbed at her clit so insistently that it almost hurt. It all spiraled out of control very quickly, and she let out a silent scream as her body thrashed over the edge.
As if it was completely ordinary for him to do all of this with the mother of his girlfriends in her own kitchen, Harry carefully held her up while moving his hand away from her throat and back over her mouth to keep her quiet.
"Gather yourself quickly," he said. "Even your clueless guest will start to wonder what's kept you soon enough, so either get it together or start thinking up your excuses now." Aella nodded, knowing that he was right. She composed herself enough to stand on her own two feet without his support. "Good girl." He gave her a pat on the arse and spun her around, then pulled her robes over her head before she could even blink. With a few lazy waves of his hand, his magic straightened her back into the pristine-looking witch she'd been before she was accosted in her own kitchen. She just stood there shell-shocked while he worked.
"There, all done," he said. "Now go out and play nice. But get rid of that witch as soon as you possibly can without causing yourself any trouble with her down the road, because I'm not leaving until I've put that mouth of yours to work. I only have twenty minutes left, but if I have to I will come out there and drag you off right in front of your guest." She had no doubt that he would do it if push came to shove. Her daughters' boyfriend did not strike her as a man who made idle threats. "Whether you're ready or not, I'll come and get you if you leave me waiting until I have eight minutes left. I figure that would still leave me enough time to use your mouth to get off, as long as I tried hard enough."
--
Ten minutes after Harry had given her this strict deadline, Aella almost tripped over her own feet as she rushed back towards the kitchen after seeing Edna off through the floo. But before she could make it back in there, she discovered that Harry was now sitting on the couch in her sitting room. For what felt like the millionth time since she'd first made her intentions clear and this young man started to reciprocate them, she felt herself blush heavily. This time her embarrassment was caused by just how absurdly eager she was to be treated like a useless slut, how desperately she wanted to suck his cock and how prominently this desperation was displayed for him. He'd obviously seen her in her near sprint to get back to him, and he understood just why she'd been in such a hurry.
"Since I'm the one in charge of you while the lord of the house is gone, it's time to establish a new rule," he said casually. "You are not ever to wear knickers or a bra while your husband is away, unless you're doing something where you can't afford to not be wearing them, such as a dress fitting." She just nodded, accepting the order from the man who currently called the shots. "If you go against this rule, you'll receive a thorough thrashing and no orgasms for the rest of that day." He paused and then added an amendment. "Well, no orgasms that you can enjoy at last. You'll have the denial charm on you to keep you in line. It's enough to keep even Astoria obedient, so I'm sure it will be more than enough for the likes of you."
"Yes, sir," she said without thinking. He laughed, but all she could think of was how natural it felt to submit to him. She understood now how he had conquered both of her daughters as well as Narcissa, who she would have named as maybe the three witches she knew of, aside from herself, who were strongest and least prone to being conquered. She'd brought Daphne and Astoria up to be even stronger and more imposing than she was, so if they'd fallen in line she knew she would inevitably be added to that list, and soon at that.
His eyes were on her as she striped her robes off and moved towards him, and he freed that intimidating cock of his. "You won't be expected to get this all the way down today, or even during these few days Edmund will be away," he told her. "It takes time to build up that kind of skill. But in a month or so, you'd better be able to manage it. If you don't, it's your own freedom to enjoy a nice orgasm that will suffer." Aella stared at his cock as his words sank in, and felt genuine fright at the ultimatum being laid before her.
"I wonder if Lord Greengrass would even care if you were left unable to orgasm at all until you figured out how to please me properly," Harry mused aloud, sounding darkly amused with the thought. Aella's fright only intensified. Just what the fuck had she gotten herself into?! She shakily dropped to her knees in front of him and reached out to grab his cock, resolving to save the problems of tomorrow for tomorrow and focus on what she could do to satisfy him here and now. She took him in her hands and marveled at how even two hands weren't enough to cover even three quarters of his cock.
"Stop gawking and get started," Harry demanded.
"Yes, sir." Aella took his cock between her lips and did her best to suck him off, and as she did so she wondered how she could have taken the head in her mouth last night without realizing just how wide she'd had to stretch her jaw to do so. It was obvious that he had no intention of making this easy on her though. Even though he'd put a strict time limit on when he had to leave, he did not ease upon the tight control he held over his own orgasms. He didn't show mercy on her; she was tasked with sucking him off and making him cum within the time limit, and he was going to make her earn it.
"I have one minute before I need to leave, which means you have one minute to do your job and make me cum," he informed her. Aella felt flustered with the announcement, even if there was no official reason for her to feel that way. He hadn't threatened any consequences for her if she failed to get him off within the time limit today, and even though she now realized she would probably get a spanking or something for failing, that didn't concern her. It was more the humiliation at not being able to get him off that had her feeling so desperate.
Aella decided it was time to play a card that had always worked well for her in the past. If she'd learned anything from all of the sexual play she and Edmund had done over the years, it was that begging and pleading were a great way to speed things up when they were in a hurry. She pulled her mouth off of his cock, though she kept her hands around his shaft and stroked him wildly.
"Please forgive me for being a bad slut, sir," she whimpered. "I promise that I will practice so I can get better, but for now please either cum for me or give me more time!" Harry smirked, clearly understanding exactly what she was trying to do.
"Did you think that was going to work on me?" he said, shaking his head. "Your youngest daughter begs and pleads with me far more often, and far more effectively. But in her case she begs and pleads with a true, frantic need to worship me. Your pleas are clearly just for effect."
Aella flushed at the fact that he was taunting her about even her ability to debase herself and beg for his cum was not good enough to meet his lofty expectations. She could almost cry at the fact that being told she was inadequate at being a slut when compared to her daughters only got her more turned on.
Since begging wasn't going to work, she took him back into her mouth and did her best to get more of him into her throat than before. She felt a searing pain in her throat each time she managed to get as much as two thirds of his cock down, but she kept doing all that she could, determined not to go down without a fight. By the time he finally grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her off of his cock, her face was covered in her own saliva.
"That was a passable job for your first time," he told her. He made it sound like sucking his cock was effectively the same thing as losing all of her previous experience and giving her first ever blowjob. Privately, she decided that it pretty much was.
Harry took over from there. He put his hands on her head and stuffed his cock deeper down her throat than she had been able to take of her own volition. He didn't care when her throat spasmed around him, and he kept mercilessly driving his cock in deep every time. Each time he pulled back and gave her a chance to come up for a brief bit of air, she coughed thick saliva up. That was something she'd never done before, not even when Edmund used her roughly in a manner very similar to this. Her young lover used her for a few minutes like this, though it might as well have been several hours for all the strain put on her.
"I'm cumming," Harry said at last. He pulled his cock out of her throat and sprayed the entirety of his load across her face. What shot forth from his cock was quite simply the most cum she'd ever seen in her life. It utterly coated her face from her forehead down to her chin and even her neck, and he did not stop cumming until he had turned her into a disgraced, ruined, cum-covered mess in her own home.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered hoarsely after he was done. It didn't even sound like her voice to her own ears as she thanked him without being told to do so or even consciously thinking about it. It made him laugh even harder than usual, because he realized just as she did that it was an instinctive, base reaction. Either he saw it in her overall body language or in the stunned look on her face after she'd said it.
He responded by slapping her across the face with his cock hard. It didn't exactly hurt, but it did catch her off guard. She cried out as the thick cock smacked her, but it might as well have been a moan of the purest pleasure.
"There's no point in hiding how you want to be treated," he said, smirking down at her. "When I come back later you will be giving me a vow that will ensure you speak only the truth when one question is posed to you. And once that vow is in place, I'm going to ask you what I could do to you that would arouse you most. Usually I would enjoy taking the journey of working to naturally figure out just what that might be, but considering the nature of this and the responsibility placed on me while your husband is out, I think it's best that I learn it quickly. Once that's done, we can find out all of your other fun little kinks together over time."
Aella nodded numbly. Her head was spinning as she thought about just what answer she might give him. She also felt oddly flattered that he was so interested in making sure she enjoyed herself despite how willing she'd been to debase herself for his enjoyment so far. He pointed at some of the cum that had already dripped off of her face and shook his head while grabbing her hair.
"Don't dare be an ungrateful whore," he chided her. She found her face being pressed down into the cum on the floor. "Lick it up." She stuck her tongue out and began to do so while sobbing, but the sobbing was more because as horrible as this treatment made her feel, it also turned her on like few things ever had. She continued to lick until she'd gotten it all, and also all of the cum that had dripped off of her while she'd been down there licking it up.
"Good," he said. "Now clean me up." She frantically scrambled into position so she could lick and suck him clean, and once she'd cleaned his cock off he pushed her head down lower. She stuck her tongue out and lapped at his balls desperately, but when she tried to stealthily slide her hands up so she could stroke his cock as well he pushed her away.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," he said. He smirked at her, and her faced turned crimson and a few tears even leaked out of her eyes. He stood up straight and got dressed as if all of this was a regular occurrence, and then she reminded herself that this was a regular occurrence for him. In fact this afternoon had probably even been a bit less vigorous than he was used to with the other three witches in his life, all of whom were definitely eager to take him pretty much wherever, whenever and however possible based on what she had seen and heard. When he left her home he would probably go back to work and fuck her youngest daughter silly like he'd done last night, or maybe he would take her even more brutally the way Astoria herself said she always begged for. Either way he would probably do it all while taunting Astoria about having just fucked her mother, and her youngest would surely have mind-blowing orgasms in the midst of all those taunts. She might even orgasm as a direct result of them.
"I'll be back after work to collect you," he said. "Pack lightly. It's not as if you're going to need any clothes in order to be our live-in sex slave, so unless you have some special implement that you enjoy getting spanked with, you don't really need to bother bringing anything. And no worries if you don't have a favorite, because I have plenty on hand as it is. Your daughters can be very difficult sluts at times, and difficult sluts occasionally need to be put in their place. Something tells me that's something they have in common with their mother."
"W-why do you need to come and collect me?" she tried to ask, stuttering her way through it. He smirked, turned away from her and headed towards her floo.
"Because that will be when I fuck you in your marital bed, of course," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He finished straightening his clothes out while she shakily got back up on her feet and looked around for her discarded clothing. The room went very quiet, but she did not hear him step into the fireplace to return to his office. It didn't really occur to her what this might mean; because she was too busy trying to gather her clothes and get her head together after that exhausting afternoon.
Her preoccupation left her wide open to be caught by complete surprise when Harry suddenly walked towards her again and roughly grabbed her neck from behind. "As long as your husband is way, you're my property," he growled into her ear. "That's something he and even you agreed to, and in fact you're the one who requested this. You're going to get what you asked for. I got permission from my girlfriends to invite you into our world, and we'll all be delighted to find out what you're interested in and just how kinky you're prepared to get. We could all use a live sex toy to keep around for our amusement. Do you know what means?"
"Tell me, sir," she whispered.
"It means we're going to use you however, whenever and wherever, and you'd better get used to it quickly," he said. "But more importantly than that, you'd better learn how to behave very quickly unless you want your daily spankings to elevate into daily thrashings instead." He released his grip on her neck as she began to feel lightheaded, and also disturbingly slick between her legs. He left for real this time, and she was left to wonder whether Edmund had envisioned all of this happening while he was gone.
"Of course he did," she said to herself. She'd admitted that she wanted this several months back, and it had obviously led to him establishing the current situation. She began to wonder now if there had been more information than she'd realized on the note he'd written to Harry the previous night.
As to the here and now, she couldn't help but note that she did not receive the tender aftercare she'd seen Harry give Astoria, and that all three of Harry's women had mentioned with such reverence. She hadn't gotten anything even close to that, and had in fact received the opposite. He'd just continued to taunt her right up until he finally left.
"Nothing tender about any of that," she muttered as she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She pulled the door to her bathroom open so she could clean herself up. She stopped short when she saw a note stuck to the mirror. She couldn't help but smile when she saw it, and smiled more once she read what he'd written before their play had started and left for her to find after it was all over.
I'm sure you were absolutely stunning and wonderful downstairs just now, Aella. I hope that whatever limits I end up pushing once I go downstairs for our lunchtime fun are limits you enjoyed walking on the edge of.
If not, let me know. Always make sure that you never allow me or any of the others to coerce you into anything you are truly uncomfortable with doing. No matter how you believe I or the others might feel about your refusal, I always want you to know that you can set the boundaries any time you want to.
None of us will be disappointed as long as we're all having fun in the end, but we will be if we wind up pushing you harder than you're comfortable with and you ultimately are left with any regrets about any of the things we make you do during our play.
The note was nice, especially since it showed that he did respect her and care about her well-being and enjoyment no matter what he might say or do during their play. Also nice was the pain relief potion that was stuck to the mirror just below his note. Right there with both of them was a second note, and she instantly recognized the handwriting of her eldest daughter. Daphne's note told her how excited both she and Astoria were to see her tonight, and that of course Narcissa couldn't wait either. Narcissa had scribbled a post-script in tiny lettering at the bottom, adding that Astoria was a bit busy and couldn't contribute her own thoughts, but Daphne was understating just how excited all of them were. Narcissa made it clear that she couldn't wait to enjoy some experiences with Aella that she'd hoped to share in so many years earlier.
"They'll certainly be looking forward to my arrival," Aella said to herself as she unstuck the pain relief potion and swallowed a small amount of it. She needed to recover now while she could before tonight arrived.
--
Aella was still covered in Harry's cum and her own saliva, having just been forced to suck him off the moment he arrived in her home. It would be more accurate to say that he'd stepped out of the floo and immediately began to use her mouth though, because she'd done next to none of the work. In the present, she crawled into her bedroom after him. Before she could even speak, he shook his head.
"Don't bother trying to make excuses for yourself," he said. "I saw how you were literally dripping down your thighs. There's no point in trying to act like you aren't enjoying every moment of this."
She honestly wasn't sure what she would have even said if he hadn't cut her off. It wasn't like she could deny what he was saying, or that the entire situation had her more aroused than she could ever remember being. Besides, even if she'd had something to say, how could she even attempt to be convincing when she crawled into her bedroom covered in his cum and looking like the cheapest slut in Britain? And she'd crawled in here like that so he could fuck her in the same bed where she and her husband had made love for the very first time, and so many times since then over the years. There was nothing she could say or do when it came to refuting that; nothing at all.
"Get down on all fours," he told her, and she moved so quickly in her excitement that he laughed and called her a slut once again. "I never expected that you'd be so eager to defile your marital bed with another man. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised after how eager you were to have your friend hear your screams and feel jealous about how you get to be my slut." She whined and ducked her head, knowing that he'd interpreted everything accurately with great ease.
She wasn't truly defiling anything, of course. She wasn't doing any of this behind her husband's back; Edmund knew what she would be getting up to while he was gone, and he'd approved of all of it. There was nothing for him to be upset about, particularly since he would be having his own fun as well. But that didn't diminish the almost painful humiliation she felt as his truthful words struck her, nor did it take away from the fact that the taboo nature of being fucked by another man in the bed she shared with her husband had left her thighs embarrassingly slick.
Harry lined himself up behind her, and the moment was almost upon them. He pushed just a bit of his tip inside of her, and she gasped. She realized that this was going to take some time to adjust to. Edmund was a rather well-endowed man himself, but Harry was something else.
"Please be gentle," she begged. He just laughed as if she'd just asked for the most absurd thing possible, and then he slammed his hips forward and speared her with his cock. Aella screamed and fell face-first into her bed. He pushed down on the back of her head while she whimpered as she adjusted and slowly recovered from being stretched out by this massive cock.
"This is a suitable position for a whore like you," Harry said, just before he began to pick up his pace and fuck her harder. Even at a slow pace this would have been a lot for her to take, because this was more cock than she'd ever gotten by quite a large margin. That was saying something, because she'd seen enough awed expressions on the faces of the women she and Edmund welcomed into their bed to know that she was lucky enough to be married to a man with an impressively large cock in his own right.
But even more challenging than the size of Harry's cock itself was how he used it. His thrusts were far more demanding and aggressive than anything she had experienced, or anything she'd even thought possible to be honest. Harry seemed unbelievably fast and strong as he slammed into her and made her body jerk forward only to use the arm he had wrapped underneath her body to yank her right back to meet the next painful yet amazing thrust he gave her. She would be surprised if there weren't bruises by the time he was done. It wouldn't even be a shock to her if she spent the next several days feeling the aftereffects of this shag every time she tried to walk.
Her entire body shook with each thrust, and she grunted as he actually hit places inside of her that she didn't think a cock could reach from this position no matter how large it was. Most of these previously untouched places felt very pleasurable to have him stimulating, but the one he reached when he forcefully gave her that last inch or so of his cock was less so. But the fact that he didn't care about her pained squeals and grunts was arousing enough to her to more than make up for the pain.
As focused as she'd been on the intense shag this young man was giving her and the new things he was showing her, Aella's orgasm snuck up on her. Before she'd been concentrating simply on breathing as he fucked the wind out of her, but she suddenly babbled unintelligibly as it hit her.
The babble turned into a scream as the full weight of the orgasm crashed down on her. It was no exaggeration to say that this was the most explosive orgasm of her entire life. It assaulted her senses and had her squirting all over her young lover's cock as well as the bed below. She continued to scream for the duration of the orgasm, and when it was finally over her body went limp on the bed.
"There's not going to be any break or rest here," Harry said with a chuckle. "You'd better get used to being fucked without mercy." True to his word, he continued to fuck her just as hard in the wake of her orgasm. In fact it didn't take long before he picked up the pace and was fucking her even harder, leaving her to claw frantically at the bedding as she struggled to withstand her young lover's demanding thrusts.
Her second orgasm of the night was just as powerful as her first, and by the time it was done she felt ready to curl up and pass out in her bed. He gave her no opportunity to do so though, because he followed the same path that he had the first time. Not only did he continue to fuck her, but he soon was thrusting at an even faster tempo than before. As she struggled to adjust to yet another increased assault on the heels of her second consecutive big climax, Aella honestly began to wonder if she was even going to survive this pace.
She did survive it, but her third orgasm made it a close call as far as maintaining her consciousness was concerned. It was only Harry's right arm holding her under her hips that kept her body from slumping down onto the bed. The hand of his other arm was pressing her head down and giving her a face full of her mattress and bedding, so she supposed it all evened out.
"Now it's time for a few minutes of what you can expect to watch me give your daughters and Narcissa once we're done here," he said. He flipped her over onto her back, grabbed her legs and pinned them above her head. She shook her head desperately, feeling like she was in no state to withstand anything else. Panicked words formed on the tip of her tongue, but she could not make them come out.
He used one hand to keep both of her ankles pinned while the other hand moved away and found her throat instead. His cock roughly plunged into her, all but splitting her in half, and Aella let a few tears fall. She looked down, and she swore that she could see an actual bulge (and a sizeable one at that) in her stomach where his cock reached.
"Do your best to stay with me," he told her. He then proceeded to make his earlier ravaging of her, which at the time had felt like she was being hit by the Hogwarts Express over and over again, seem downright gentle in comparison to how he fucked her now. She had never been so overwhelmed in her life, and yet she felt an orgasm ripping through her once again right around the time she began to fade into darkness. He released her throat, and she was free to let out sobs that were equal part discomfort and pleasure.
He came inside of her now, and he filled her with so much cum that it began to leak out of her. Only after he'd finished did he pull his cock out of her, but when he did he brought it to her face. She knew what he wanted and did his best to give it to him, but in the state she was in she struggled to even open her mouth properly. Nevertheless, she managed to give his cock an admittedly lackluster cleaning with her mouth. At least it became easier once her tears slowed.
Harry changed into almost a different person entirely once his cock was out of her mouth. "You were such a good girl, taking such a hard fuck like that for your first time," he murmured into her hair as he wrapped her up in his arms and held her closely. "I'm going to take care of your slutty needs as long as you keep being a good girl." Even though she was older than him, old enough to be his mother in fact, the words had her mewling like a freshly fucked schoolgirl. She snuggled into his arms happily, welcoming his warmth and comfort.
"My trunk is packed," she muttered. She heard him laugh as she started to drift to sleep.
"This takes me back," he said. "It's been a bit since the others built their defenses up enough that they're not in any danger of passing out after only 25 minutes."
Aella couldn't believe that all of that had taken only 25 minutes, because it had felt more like hours to her. As she faded off into a nap, she had to wonder whether she would even be able to be satisfied by anyone other than Harry by the time Edmund made it back from his trip.
--
Aella woke up to the sound of her eldest daughter screaming her way through an orgasm. When she opened her eyes, she saw Daphne bouncing up and down on Harry's cock. The orgasm looked like it had exhausted Daphne every bit as much as it pleased her, but she didn't stop slapping her arse up and down on him even after it was done. Clearly she was used to these sorts of mind-bending orgasms and knew how to handle them, unlike her mother.
The other women were around as well. Narcissa had a red-arsed Astoria between her thighs, and Aella saw her youngest daughter being roughly used.
"You're such a good girl for always being so eager to help me unwind with that little tongue of yours," Narcissa said in praise. Aella realized that nothing she'd been told had been an exaggeration, not even about how submissive Astoria was sexually towards both Harry and Narcissa. Astoria responded to Narcissa's praise by making pleased sounds in her throat, almost as if she was the one being pleasured rather than the other way around. It continued all the way up until Narcissa howled her way through an orgasm.
"Thank you for letting me be a useful slut," Astoria said when she pulled back, and she nuzzled her head against Narcissa's inner thigh.
"You're such an adorable and well behaved pet these days," Narcissa told her. Astoria eagerly climbed into her lap, clasped her hands behind her back submissively and allowed Narcissa to snog her. The phrasing was important there. Usually two people were involved in a snog, meaning they both participated at least somewhat equally, but there was no doubt who was entirely in control of this kiss. Astoria seemed to be unable to do anything but whimper and shiver as Narcissa dominated her mouth.
"Yes, do it!" Daphne moaned, taking Aella's attention back. "Do it, Harry! Fill me with your cum!" She had another orgasm, and Harry helped out this time by grabbing her hips and keeping her body moving up and down even as she arched and stiffened. Aella watched his balls tighten as he filled her daughter with his cum. "Oh, it feels so fucking good!" Daphne moaned as she slumped down.
Astoria and Narcissa had joined Aella in watching the show, and the younger sister looked jealous. Harry noticed it as easily as Aella did, and laughed at her pout.
"You got it inside your cunt in the office today," Harry said. "You got it numerous times in fact. Oh, and you also got it as soon as I got home with your mother, even though you knew you should have waited for Narcissa and Daphne to enjoy themselves first. You're lucky they forgave you so easily."
"Please, can I have it again, sir?" Astoria asked, which made all involved laugh.
"You're nearly as insatiable as Harry," Narcissa commented. Then she looked over at Aella, who had gone unnoticed until now. "Ahh, finally come around, have you, Aella? Five orgasms in 25 minutes is impressive, I'll admit it. But that was mainly Harry's doing rather than a sign of any skill of your own, and sleeping for two hours afterwards is more than a bit lazy."
Daphne grinned at Aella as she shifted to sit beside Harry, and motioned for her mother to come and join them. Aella felt nervous and awkward as she crossed the gap.
"It isn't fair that our mother looks better than us, Stori," Daphne murmured. Astoria didn't say anything, but her hum sounded like agreement. She was also staring at her mother's body with hunger, and Aella noted that she wasn't the only one. All four sets of eyes were admiring her in fact, and even if it should make her feel strange to be ogled by her own daughters, it had the effect of boosting Aella's confidence. She sat beside Daphne as encouraged, but was surprised when Narcissa grabbed her, twisted her body towards her and snogged her deeply.
That was enough of a shock, but then both of her daughters took their turns and did the same. She was left reeling not just from being snogged by her daughters, but also by the reality that she truly loved every moment of it.
"I'm not sure if me snogging you is appropriate," Harry said, clearly teasing her. Even if it hadn't been obvious from his tone of voice that he wasn't serious, it would have been ridiculous on its face considering he'd shagged her in the bed she and her husband had shared for their entire marriage. There was no way that kissing her would be any more intimate than that. But Daphne and Astoria didn't allow him to refrain from kissing her even in a joking manner, because Daphne pushed his head towards her just as Astoria pushed hers in as well. Harry took the hint and kissed her lips, and Aella grinned into it.
"Now it's time for dinner," Narcissa said after that was taken care of. "But after that, you're going to show each of us just how much talent you've developed over the years, Aella. Hopefully you should be pretty good with all your years of experience inviting other witches into your bed."
"How long until dinner?" Astoria asked suddenly.
"The elves said it would be twenty minutes the last time I saw them, and that was about ten minutes ago," Daphne answered.
Astoria promptly slid to her knees in front of Harry and slapped her own face rather hard with his cock. "Can I at least get it in my throat before dinner?" she asked while repeatedly cockslapping herself. "Please?" Aella watched Daphne and Narcissa grin at her, amused at her eagerness but also appearing rather fond of it.
"Go ahead then," Daphne said with a smile.
"Thank you," Astoria said, and seconds later she had speared her own throat with Harry's cock. Aella watched it and was struck by the contrast between them. She hadn't even been able to get past having about 2/3rds of that cock down without feeling as if her throat was going to burst.
Now that it wasn't as dark in the room as it had been the previous night, she was able to watch Astoria work more closely. She could see that she had a genuine, huge outline of Harry's cock bulging in her throat when she got to the bottom. It was so defined that she could almost see the veins of his cock. Not only was it still almost unbelievable even though she could see it with her own eyes, she was actually frightened that her daughter might damage her throat if she continued to do this. And yet Astoria seemed to be perfectly comfortable with the intense struggle she was undergoing. Her youngest seemed to enjoy putting herself through such a struggle, honestly.
"You're such a good girl," Harry told her. "And good girls like you deserve to enjoy yourselves." He patted his thigh in an obvious indicator for her to hop up onto his lap, and Astoria let out a whoop of joy as she took the offered position. She sank down onto him, moaning joyously as she took his cock inside of her. Those joyous moans were interrupted when he reached up to bring his hands to her throat and choke her. "Feel free to cum like a cheap whore, just like usual," he said.
It was obvious to all of them, even Aella the newcomer, that the combination of bouncing on Harry's cock, feeling him choke her and hearing him talk dirty to her was going to make her cum very soon. She began to writhe around as if possessed.
Before Aella could actually witness her end, Daphne and Narcissa grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to her feet. "Let's go help you unpack," Narcissa said as she and Daphne led Aella out of the room. Both Daphne and Narcissa openly fondled her body as they made their way upstairs, and Aella didn't hate it. Daphne's fingers between her legs made her wriggle.
"Now that I've found out just how big a slut my mother is, I'm going to enjoy making sure you're put to use just like Astoria is," Daphne whispered into her ear.
"And you'd better do your best to perform like you're Knockturn's most prized whore," Narcissa chimed in. "Otherwise we just might have to tell Harry that you were unruly or disobedient."
"It would be rather amusing to see her get a strapping as her first real punishment," Daphne said, giggling. As the three of them made their way up the stairs, they continued to tease her by casually discussing what might happen to her, whether she would survive it and just how much she'd enjoy it.
--
Dinner was a surprisingly normal affair, as much as it could be considered normal when Harry was wearing only trousers. No respectable and worldly witch should be as distracted as Aella was by him merely being shirtless. It also didn't help that Daphne was only wearing Harry's button-up shirt but allowing it to hang open and leaving her breasts fully exposed. Narcissa's robes were equally open, and Astoria was wearing nothing at all. As for Aella herself, she was borrowing one of Narcissa's sheer lingerie robes after having not brought anything suitable with her since she had been passed out and unable to prepare.
Naked Astoria was also sitting in Harry's lap as casually as if that was a completely normal thing to do during dinner, and perhaps it was for her. But really the most surprising thing about all of this was how Astoria's desire to be very, very submissive to Harry seemed to bleed over into at least parts of their normal relationship outside of sex. Thankfully she was also given to understand that Astoria remained the same strong willed and stubborn witch she'd always been when it came to the things that actually mattered, and that Harry, Daphne and Narcissa worked to ensure that she remained so. They indulged in her submissive nature, but they still encouraged her to stick up for herself when it mattered.
Astoria seemed delighted as she sat there in his lap and fed them occasionally. Narcissa and Daphne lightly taunted her as they watched in amusement, while Harry just accepted it and let her enjoy herself. Unlike most men in this situation, Harry did not demand any of this worship from her. He even seemed a bit awkward about it at times, and watching him reminded her that he was human, and that outside the bedroom he was the same man she'd thought he was.
The interesting thing was that Astoria was merely smiling up at him lovingly, seemingly content to take a break from anything sexual. She wasn't wiggling her hips, grinding against him or doing anything else that might draw his attention to her in that manner, at least not on purpose. She still got it regardless at points. They all did, really, thanks to their varying states of undress, ranging from merely half-naked to completely nude.
They'd been chatting about their days and other events of interest for a fair amount of time now. Aella thought their might be a bit of a break in that when Astoria slid out of Harry's lap, crawled under the table and began to lick at her older sister, but they settled into that surprisingly seamlessly. Daphne appreciatively stroked her younger sister's hair as she licked her, but she didn't do anything else to acknowledge it. She merely carried on the conversation she'd been having with her mother as normal, or at least she did so until Astoria's licking made her shudder and moan through an orgasm.
That little release served to end the casual conversation. Narcissa turned to look at Aella, who could tell that they were about to shift back into the purely sexual realm.
"Get to work," the woman said firmly. "Don't let your youngest be the only one doing her job around here." Astoria got up off of the floor and climbed back into Harry's lap, and she laughed at her mother's blushing face right along with everyone else. Aella, embarrassed, slid to her knees and settled in on the floor between Narcissa's legs.
Despite the taunting, or perhaps because of it, she sought to display her worth and prove that she belonged here with this group. It was a rather absurd thing for her to be so eagerly attempting to do for her own daughters, their boyfriend and Narcissa, who was also their girlfriend. But Aella found herself embracing the absurd once again.
"I don't remember giving you permission to be so domineering that you could decide how our fun would be starting," Harry said to Narcissa as Aella was licking her.
"I'm sorry," Narcissa said, and all of the dominance she'd displayed when she sternly instructed Aella to get licking was gone now. The confident woman had been replaced by the submissive side of her.
"We'll address that later," Harry said. It was very clearly all an act. That much was obvious to Aella even with her face shoved between Narcissa's thighs while she was kneeling under the table. It was all a fabrication, an excuse for Narcissa to get the sort of discipline that wouldn't do any taming but would assist Harry in providing her with countless orgasms afterwards.
After getting Narcissa off, Aella turned her attention to Daphne. Her oldest daughter did not make a grand show of it as her mother put her face between her legs and began to lick her pussy. She didn't even say a word; she just gave her a loving smile and stroked her hair. In a way this was almost more humiliating for Aella, largely because this casual display was coming from her own daughter of all people. It was humiliating, but it didn't stop her from going down on Daphne until she too got off. Once she was done with Daphne, she crawled over to Harry and Astoria.
"No," Harry said sternly, shaking his head while squeezing Astoria's hips. "That wouldn't be fair." Astoria whined but let go of his cock, which she had been trying to slide inside of her while sitting on him in reverse position. She obviously had been hoping to ride her boyfriend and get licked by her mother at the same time. If Aella needed it, this was yet more proof that Astoria was the most eager of Harry's lovers. But she was also obedient, and once he shot her down she gave up, got off of his lap and took the seat beside him.
Astoria moaned the loudest of all three women once Aella's tongue hit her clit, so seemingly her work was helping her youngest to forget about being denied, at least for the moment.
"Can I grab her hair?" Astoria asked. Naturally the question was not directed at Aella, even though it was her hair in question. She was asking for permission from the others, and it was their answers that would decide it regardless of how Aella might feel about it.
"Yes," Harry, Narcisa and Daphne all said in unison.
Astoria pulled on her hair while her mother licked her clit, and before long Aella made her youngest squeal through an orgasm. Should that have made her happy? Probably not. Did it? Absolutely.
"It wasn't a bad idea that Astoria had," Daphne said to Harry. "It was just one that lacked equality. But we're all equal again now." Harry laughed.
"Have it your way," he said. "Does the same order work for you?"
Narcissa made it clear that the answer was a yes by pulling out her chair, padding over and sitting in Harry's lap. Aella didn't waste any time or energy on anything other than moving over to start sucking on Narcissa's clit for the second time. She knew it would be an easier process this time, because now she was grinding on Harry's cock at the same time.
While Aella supplemented Narcissa's ride with some cunnilingus, Astoria moved over to Daphne so the sisters could snog and watch the fun together.
--
Aella watched, her mind struggling to comprehend what her eyes were telling her. Her youngest daughter was being fucked not just by Harry and his massive cock, but two strap-ons that had clearly been modeled off of his size. Harry was surely going to leave her arse gaping by the time he was done.
As for Aella herself, her own arse was still burning despite the salve that had been tenderly rubbed into her cheeks by the others and the additional healing charms Harry had applied. Neither of those things had done much to reduce the crimson hue of her bum cheeks as of yet, but she'd been assured by them that it would be good as new in the morning. They'd even all agreed that the spanking she'd gotten had been rather light.
Perhaps it was light in the sexual world of this foursome, but Aella saw things differently. She'd been thrashed by Harry's hand and then a paddle until she was sobbing and looking towards Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa for mercy. She'd begged and pleaded, and she'd promised to be a good slut even though none of them had done anything but praise her effort up to that point.
After that was done, she'd been shagged roughly with her face pressed into the mattress by his powerful hand on the back of her head. Meanwhile her hips had been held high in the sky to give him full access to her to demolish her as best he could. She'd finally begged for a rest, and he'd given her one after his next orgasm. Of course she'd already been a broken witch by that point, left with a searing arse and exhausted from numerous orgasms as well as the physical demands that such an intense pounding had left on her. And to top it off her face had been covered in the cum of not just Narcissa but her own daughters as well. All three of them had happily grabbed her hair and bucked their hips against her face to make up for her tongue having been rendered pretty much useless.
At least Astoria finally showed signs of being human, because even she looked exhausted and honestly a little bit broken by all of the physical demands placed on her and the orgasms that seemed to rock her body every few minutes. It made sense she was so broken, considering they'd all taken a turn in each hole without any true rest for her in between.
Narcissa orgasmed, enjoying the sensations of the charm placed on the toy, and then she roughly grabbed Astoria by the hair and yanked her head back to look at her. "You're a slut," Narcissa growled. She then slapped her across the face over and over again. Her hand struck Astoria's cheek ten times, and the slaps were harsher than Aella had expected them to be considering how lovingly Narcissa had spoken of her the other day.
Narcissa grabbed Astoria's throat after she was done, and Aella continued to watch in disbelief. She'd thought Astoria might have been broken before those ten slaps, but now it was undoubtedly true. For the first time since Aella had been involved in all of this, Astoria seemed legitimately overwhelmed. She must have expected Narcissa to be gentle and tender by this point after all she had been through, and she looked ready to sob from the unexpected rough treatment. But before she could actually do so, the illogical side of her that got off on this kind of thing won out instead. She shook and stiffened in orgasm.
It was still amazing to Aella that her daughter got off on such rough treatment, but it was undeniable now as she watched Astoria silently scream through an orgasm that had somehow been helped ushered in by the painful slapping, the overwhelming nature of Narcissa's cruelty and even the sudden lack of air from her choking. She had raised quite the masochist.
Daphne and Harry joined Astoria in bliss towards the end, and their finish signaled the change in mood that Aella had initially expected before Narcissa's slaps. All three of Astoria's lovers immediately set about pampering her as if she was a queen. They all realized that the kind of treatment that had just gotten her off so explosively also required extensive aftercare. Astoria was quickly mewling and cooing at the passion and affection she was being showered with from all three of her lovers at once. To Aella's eyes it seemed as if they were almost competing to see who could show Astoria the most love and affection, and her youngest was lapping up every last bit of the attention and affection with sheer joy.
This part was easy for Aella to see the joy in. She'd gotten it herself not long ago once she'd run out of energy and pleaded with them about how she couldn't take or do anything more. Those pleas hadn't meant much to Harry or Daphne, who had continued to roughly use her until they both came over her face and forced her to clean them up. She'd barely even been able to comply because of how mentally and physically fragile she'd felt in the moment, but she'd done it.
But after that was done they truly had pampered her with care and affection, much as they were with Astoria now. Within moments Aella had almost forgotten how close to a breakdown she'd been, and they'd brought such an abrupt turnaround to her so easily. It really did speak to the fact that there was next to no vanilla sex taking place amongst these four, because they all obviously had extensive practice at all aspects of this sort of rough play.
Daphne giggled when she noticed Harry slowly hardening again. "You must be just about done if it actually got soft for a little bit," she said. Then she pounced on Aella, who didn't have time to do more than gasp before her daughter began to snog her.
"Fuck me while I snog my slut of a mother," Daphne said to Harry, sticking her arse up in the air. Harry complied, and he fucked Daphne so roughly that even Aella was shaken around by the force with which he took her daughter. Daphne moaned heavily into Aella's mouth as the snog continued throughout the fuck.
The snogging came to an end once Daphne orgasmed, as she wound up burying her face into her mother's neck and whimpering. "In the mouth, Harry," she whispered weakly. "Do it in the mouth."
What Aella had failed to realize was that Daphne hadn't been talking about her own mouth. She was confused when Daphne rolled off of her and joined Narcissa in sandwiching a passed out Astoria between their breasts, but it became clearer when Harry shuffled into position above her and put his cock into her panting mouth. Within a matter of seconds he was exploding. Aella dutifully swallowed his semen, which was really the only option available to her. She kissed his cock after he finished.
"Thank you," she murmured. She didn't know whether she was thanking the man who had so easily conquered her in such a short frame of time, or the cock he had used to do it.
Harry slumped over onto his back, and she watched in amazement as Astoria woke up at the same time. It was as if she'd sensed even in her sleep that she didn't get to claim her usual place in the middle of them all, and she woke up to rectify that issue. She crawled over onto his chest.
"Love you all," Astoria muttered, still sounding mostly asleep. Narcissa and Daphne assumed their own positions, pressing themselves against either side of Harry. He looked over in Aella's direction, and she watched Astoria whine as she was placed between him and Narcissa. Narcissa was still tight enough against him that it hardly seemed as if she'd moved at all, but any slight movement must have been upsetting for Astoria when it came to her favorite place.
"Love you, pet," Harry said, leaning over to her, and it seemed to placate her. In fact it seemed to almost overwhelm her, but in a good way.
"I love our pet too," Narcissa said, nipping at Astoria's neck. "So very much."
"You can have my spot tonight, mum," Daphne said. Aella found herself in a similar position to Astoria, only with Daphne behind her rather than Narcissa. Astoria laced her fingers into her own, and their hands rested together on Harry's stomach as Daphne and Narcissa threw their own limbs onto him. "I hope you enjoyed yourself," Daphne whispered into her ear. "Because this is going to be pretty much an every day thing as long as you're with us."
Harry leaned over and kissed Narcissa, and then did the same for Astoria after she ignored her sleepiness and forced her head up demandingly, as if the fact that he hadn't already kissed her was unacceptable. It was an amusing and familiar display from her youngest daughter, who hadn't changed all that much deep down even if she'd discovered a submissive streak.
Daphne got her turn, and then Harry chuckled and looked at Aella. "You were wonderful tonight," he said. He kissed her gently, and she smiled into it.
"Thank you," she said after he pulled his head back. "Thank you to all four of you for letting me fulfill so many fantasies tonight, some of which I didn't even know I had." Narcissa and Daphne both laughed at that.
"This is just the start," Daphne whispered from behind her. "Who knows what else we'll discover." The promise had her both aroused and a little bit worried.
--
"Don't worry, Harry," Aella said to Harry, chuckling. "I remember, and I won't forget. Edmund reminded me often, over and over again." She was aware just how vital it was for her to file that paperwork for Edmund today. He'd stressed it repeatedly, even more than Harry had.
Astoria strutted over to them and latched onto Harry so he could apparate them both to work. His demeanor was back to normal after a morning where he'd demanded that Aella use her mouth to warm him up, and then use it to lick her youngest daughter's clit while he ravaged her. He'd then repeated the process with both Daphne and Narcissa, making sure that all three of them had an orgasm in record time before he had his own.
He'd then led her to believe that they were finished with her, and she was going to be left panting desperately like a cheap slut wishing she could have an orgasm of her own. But once they'd gotten out of the shower it was readily apparent that his three lovers had worked him up fairly close to yet another orgasm of his own.
Narcissa, who hadn't had to worry about getting ready for work like Astoria and Daphne did, had dragged Aella up and put her in a headlock before Harry pushed her legs up high and wide and fucked her brutally. Her orgasm had come on quickly, and it had been intense thanks to Narcissa's hold and her taunts about how much of a hopeless slut she'd already become, nothing more than holes for her Lord Black to use as, when and if he felt like it. Her arousal had started high and only grown from there. Harry's own orgasm followed quickly behind hers, and then things had gone back to normal, or as normal as they could be in a universe where all of this depravity was taking place.
"Your husband did seem rather intense about it," Harry said back in the present, chuckling. "He asked me to make sure you filed it, so whatever it is, I guess it's pretty important."
"Be that as it may, I am perfectly capable of filing paperwork with the Ministry," she said. "I've done it many times, you know." She shooed him and Astoria off, watching them disappear as he apparated them both to his office.
"We have thirty minutes," Narcissa whispered into her ear after they were gone. "You've earned some reciprocation, assuming you can get undressed quickly enough."
Aella's dress hit the floor instantly, and she was the one who dragged Narcissa into a desperate kiss.
--
"I'm not going to forget," Aella said, rolling her eyes at Harry's floating face in the fireplace. "The paperwork is due to be filed by 4pm today so it can be considered for the next session. I have experience with this, and I know that filing it later is better. People passing bribes so they can see the upcoming bills before the manifest is sealed by magic at 4 is quite common. This avoids that." This wasn't unheard of, but it wasn't actually as common as she was letting on. Really she'd just forgotten it until now, but she hadn't intended on rushing off to filing it anyway. If it was as important as Edmund had made it seem, it really would be better to file it closer to the deadline. "I plan on heading over to file it at about 2 pm. The process will take about 45 minutes based on my previous experiences, so that will leave me plenty of time."
"I won't push it, since you seem to know what you're talking about" Harry said. "I just wanted to offer to file it for you now if you'd like, because I'm just about to go into a meeting."
"You're sweet," Aella said, "but concentrate that affection on my daughters and Narcissa."
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Just don't forget," he said. "I'm responsible for you while your husband's gone, after all." She laughed and cut the floo connection.
--
Aella was shaken out of her sleep roughly, and looked up to see a furious-looking Harry standing above her. In his other hand, the one that wasn't shaking her, he was holding the sealed documents she was supposed to have filed. Her eyes widened as alertness returned to her. She'd placed the documents on the table before sitting on the couch to read a letter. That was only supposed to have been a brief interlude, but apparently she'd fallen asleep. She looked at the clock behind her, and her eyes widened when she saw that it was already 3:30.
"I need to go now!" she said, scrambling to grab the documents from him in a panic. "There's no chance I can get them filed in time unless I leave right away!" He responded by shoving her back down onto the couch with a snarl.
"You'll never get these filed in thirty minutes," he snapped. "Not today of all days. The Ministry is a zoo right now. I'll call in whatever favors I have to so I can get this taken care of." He stepped away from her, still holding the documents in his hand. "Don't dare be late arriving tonight," he said roughly. "If your husband has anything he uses to give you serious discipline, bring it."
He apparated away, and Aella was left wondering what had gotten into her and how she could have ever fallen asleep and failed to take care of something she knew to be so important. The truth was that she had been daydreaming all day about everything that was going on. That made her feel worse about this, because she hadn't even been tired; just content and a bit aroused. She'd drifted off to pleasant thoughts of getting orgasms so close together that they rolled into each other and felt more like one nearly unending wave of pleasure. Now it had gotten her into this situation.
--
Not only did Aella not arrive late that night, she was several minutes early. Narcissa looked up and smirked at her when she arrived.
"Enjoy your first real taste of what happens when we fuck up," Narcissa said playfully, before her face turned serious. "Don't expect this to be enjoyable. None of us, aside from maybe Astoria depending on her mood, find this fun." She suddenly flushed. "Well, not during it, anyway. But regardless, it is the most effective deterrent for poor behavior that I can think of, aside from how terrible it feels simply to disappoint Harry."
Daphne arrived shortly after her, and she approached her mother warmly. "Don't worry, mum," she said after giving her a brief peck on the lips. "Harry took care of it." Aella already knew this, as he'd sent her a short note after getting the documents submitted. Calling the note short was an understatement. It had literally only had two words on it, and somehow she could feel his irritation bleeding through the parchment.
It's filed.
Astoria and Harry arrived next. Her daughter was tucked against Harry, and even when he gave her a pat on the arse and told her to go to her girlfriends she refused to let go of him.
"I'll give you a spanking as well afterwards," he promised with a laugh. She beamed at him, and he shook his head. "You really are a masochistic slut." She giggled as she walked by, and she gave Aella a kiss as she walked past her. When Harry's gaze went from Astoria to her mother, his expression shifted from loving and happy to irate. "Follow," he said sharply.
She did so without hesitation, following the handsome lord up the stairs. He was the same age as her daughters and was dating said daughters, yet she bowed to his authority instantly. They arrived in his office and he slammed the door shut, locked it and put up a silencing charm on it.
"You can put that on the table next to the hairbrush," he told her. She nodded and put her husband's strap down next to it. She'd only ever been on the receiving end of the strap once, many years earlier, and she'd hoped never to do so again. But when Harry made his demand she'd known she needed to bring it, even though he likely wasn't aware of its existence.
He sat in his chair, which was pushed back slightly from his desk. She dutifully stood ahead of him after dropping her robes.
"Do you know why I'm so furious with you?" he asked.
"Because you checked in numerous times, and even offered to take care of it for me," she said. "I told you I had it under control, but I forgot."
"Yes," he nodded. "But that isn't all of it." She looked at him in confusion, and he growled, reached up and grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her to look directly at him. "It's not only because of that, but because your foolishness risked ruining whatever this thing between us is. Your husband would surely not have any interest in leaving you to have your fun if you can't take care of things while he's gone. He would've even been irritated with me for not making sure you saw it through." She disagreed with that mentally, but she didn't risk speaking up and interrupting him. He was speaking to her and lecturing her as if he was the lord of her house, and also as if he was the one with decades more experience and maturity than her rather than the other way around. She supposed in many respects this was true though. Even though he was decades younger than her, he'd done more in his brief life than most people did in their entire lifetime. Maybe that was why she accepted the lecture and listened to him as he chastised her.
"You showed that you are clearly foolish enough to risk everything, and specifically your own daughters." That startled her, but he continued to speak before she could formulate any kind of response. "If you were able to forget something that was so obviously important, and so easy to remember and take care of, how could I ever trust you to not slip up and mention our activities, or merely just leave a hint of them by forgetting to clean yourself up properly? Even a casual slip of a hand in public could reveal your involvement with me, or worse, Daphne, or--even worse thanks to the bollocks with Malfoy--Narcissa and Astoria. And if that happened, it could reveal their relationship with me and Daphne too."
She felt flustered at his words, because as much as she would like to protest, how could she when they rang uncomfortably true? She was almost certain she wouldn't speak on it, but the other two scenarios he'd mentioned could very well happen if she really was as irresponsible as she'd been earlier.
"I understand," she said. "I swear that I won't do anything to jeopardize this, or put you, Narcissa or my daughters at risk."
"I believe you," he said, nodding. "And after I'm finished, I'm going to make absolutely certain of it." He dragged her over his lap, and she braced herself. His hand began to rain down onto her arse relentlessly, already demonstrating with each smack that this was going to be far more intense than her previous spanking that had made her sob quite easily. "I wasn't joking when I said I'd do anything to protect Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa. If spanking their mum, or the mum of two of them at least, raw is one of the things I have to do in order to get that message across, I'll do it no matter how you end up feeling about me afterwards."
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Aella was sobbing and howling. She'd already given up on begging and pleading for him to stop, because it had become abundantly clear that her pleas had no impact. He was going to stop when he felt his point had been made, which obviously had not come yet in his mind. In her opinion he'd already proven his point ten times over, but he wasn't asking for her thoughts on the matter.
He had spanked her with his hand from the top of her arse all the way down to a good inch below the crease where her round bum jutted out from her legs, and he'd even made sure his hand spread out onto the outer edges of her arse and on her inner thighs. Nothing had been spared, and there was no mistaking this for anything other than the harshest discipline. This was not the type of spanking that people did for fun with their lovers. This was the kind of spanking you would give to a naughty child you'd caught doing something horrible, only it was naturally more severe since she was a grown witch who was capable of taking more than a child.
He'd finished with his hand and was now repeating the process with the hairbrush, seemingly not caring that her arse was already surely crimson and felt like it was on fire. Her feet had stopped kicking by now, because every bit of energy she had left was focused on making it through this. She was just glad that it seemed like he was going to move through the hairbrush spanks quicker, considering he was already working towards her upper thighs. She let out a screaming sob when the first blow hit that target and reminded her just how much that hurt. He finished up after spreading her legs wide, which shamed her as she could feel how soaked she was in spite of everything. He didn't comment on that though. He merely gave her ten good smacks on her inner thighs in silence.
"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked as he put the hairbrush down.
"I have!" she sobbed. "I never meant to be so foolish or risk my daughters!" In contrast to the brutality of the spankings, he was tender with her now as he helped her up.
"I know you didn't," he said softly. "We all know how deeply you care for them, and that is exactly why I have to make sure you'll never be so careless again. I know you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you did them even the slightest bit of harm." She sobbed at his words, which rang so true with her and were spoken so lovingly.
"Now ten with the strap," he said as he bent her over the table and helped her grab onto the other side. "We'll take care of you after." When she didn't respond, he put the strap right back down. "Actually, I think I've made my point."
"No," she burst out. "No, I can't risk this happening again. Do it." She could tell that he was hesitant. "I need this," she insisted. His words were still making her ache, and she wanted the pain to match.
The first crack from the strap was hard, and it certainly got the expected reaction out of her. But she knew he'd still been gentle with it based on how it felt compared to her memories of her lone previous strapping, as well as compared to him using the hairbrush on her moments earlier.
"Do it properly," she said. He pushed her down with a hand on her upper back and delivered the last ten blows without a pause between them. He didn't put that much more force behind his swings, but the lack of break between them made up for it. It was clearly the better choice too, which she realized when she looked back and saw even through her tears that her arse was blistered, raw and already bruising heavily. If he'd really let loose like she tried to get him to, she probably would have been struggling for weeks.
She was struggling quite a bit as it was. Her head was spinning so fast that she barely noticed him carrying her out of the office and laying her down between the other three witches.
"She needed it," he said in response to the disbelieving looks given to him by his other lovers. "It was more than fair."
"I'm not sure even my arse has ever looked that bad," Astoria muttered.
"Maybe once or twice, love," Harry said, grinning. "I'm glad I no longer have to correct the sort of behavior that used to earn you this kind of thing." Astoria giggled.
"I agree," Daphne said, which earned a nod from Narcissa. As for Aella, she wondered when the tears were going to stop. But before Harry could join them in bed, salve now in hand, she forced herself to stand up shakily and dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Look, Astoria," Narcissa teased. "This is actually how you're going to look in twenty years."
"I hope so," Astoria said seriously, making both Narcissa and Daphne laugh.
"I'll go ahead and get this salve on so you can maybe actually sit down by the time your husband gets back," Harry told Aella, grinning down at her. "We can have our fun afterwards." She shook his head and worked his trousers off.
"I need to thank you for disciplining me, and for reminding me of what is truly important," she said. "This is how I need to do it." Harry just nodded and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He seemed to realize that this was something she needed to do for herself more than anything else.
After she'd worshipped his balls and cock properly and began to suck his cock, the three witches curled up against Harry's sides, or in Astoria's case she'd somehow wriggled around until she got him to spread one of his legs wider so she could straddle it. They all had a passionate snog with him and with each other while she sucked him, before Harry grabbed her hair.
"It's time for the rest of your punishment," he told her. She shivered at the look he gave her. "You're going to get all of this cock down your throat, and we'll be helping you do so." The spike of arousal that shot through her at those words felt so common now.
He roughly pushed her up and down his cock, leaving her a gagging, choking, retching mess of saliva and tears, as if her face needed any more dried tears sticking to it. Frankly she was surprised she'd even had any more tears to shed. But she got most of his cock down, even though she genuinely believed she was never going to get all of it down. The 85% or so she did manage had her throat feeling like it was about to burst.
"Be a good slut and take it just like this," Daphne said from behind her. She pulled her off and then swallowed Harry whole for her to witness. Watching her eldest accomplish that feat had Aella ridiculously eager to try again, but she wasn't given a chance to do so. Narcissa came in behind Daphne and repeated the action herself while Daphne held her mother back by her hair.
Astoria didn't bother moving much. She just turned around to kneel while facing Aella and swallowed his cock to the hilt. She clearly suffered immensely while doing so in this position, a position which Aella was sure was one of the few that her youngest actually found challenging and discomforting. But Astoria loved every second of that challenge.
Aella was well aware just how painful it was to deepthroat a cock in this position. It was a struggle for her with Edmund, and not one she forced on even those of their guests who she knew wanted her to be a bit rough and mean with them. That Astoria could do so at all with Harry's massive cock was unbelievable, and that she was just staying down at the bottom even as she leaked tears and let out disturbing sounds from her throat made her doubt what her eyes were telling her.
"This isn't your turn," Harry said eventually with a laugh. He dragged Astoria up off of him, and she whined audibly as if he 'd done something objectionable by not letting her damage her throat or force herself to lose consciousness by keeping his cock all the way down almost into her stomach. That wasn't a jest. The outline of his cock had not only stopped near the bottom of her neck but had displayed how much he had been stretching her youngest's throat out in what could not have been an entirely safe manner. But she supposed it had to be safe enough with Astoria, who was as used to it as anyone could be used to something like that.
Harry ignored Astoria's pleas, dragged her to his side and pinned her there with one arm. Daphne moved over to snog her sister while Aella returned to Harry's cock, moving up and down it with the 'help' of Narcissa. Eventually Daphne wound up on Harry's other side, and once he had both of them pinned with their backs against him while his fingers massaged their clits and made them moan, he nodded at Narcissa.
"Time for you to join your slutty daughters, and me, in being owned properly by Harry," she said. This time when Aella reached her limit she felt Narcissa forcing her down even further. She squealed in pain around his cock, and the squelching noises had her panicking. They were so loud and horrible that she was convinced that there must be some kind of internal harm taking place. But eventually she got her nose ground into his abdomen right when she ran out of energy completely, unable to even control her limbs.
Harry yanked her off of his cock just before he gave her the largest load of cum he had yet. It got all over her face and tits, and it fully matted in her hair. She eventually realized that she sort of passed out around here, because the next time she was consciously alert her arse was feeling much better, she was pinned against Harry's side and she'd been cleaned up. Daphne was riding his cock wildly while Astoria faced away from him and bucked furiously against his mouth.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Astoria chanted. "Thank you for letting a slut like me receive such a generous treat!"
"It seems like you enjoy being bad just as much as we do," Narcissa whispered into Aella's ear. She whimpered at the recollection of what had just happened, and Narcissa chuckled. "Of course, we've all learned how to be properly bad. It only took once for most of us to smarten up." She glanced at willful Astoria as she said it.
It didn't take long for Daphne to howl out in orgasm, and Narcissa's face lit up with glee. "My turn now!" she declared. She and Daphne shared a kiss as the latter dismounted so the former could take her place, and Daphne settled into Harry's free side to catch her breath while Narcissa began her ride.
Astoria squirted on Harry's face a few minutes later, after which Harry gently reached up and turned her around so she was facing Narcissa. She tried to get into position but her legs didn't want to cooperate. Aella felt incredibly jealous of her daughter, since it seemed as if he had no intention of making them swap out so she could get a turn.
"Astoria really has been a good girl recently," Harry said to Narcissa. "It's time to reward her for interrupting my meeting with the Minister to let me know her mother had not filed her paperwork." Astoria blushed prettily at the praise.
"What a good girl," Daphne cooed, snogging her. A good thing too, because Harry spreading her legs wider and hissing Parseltongue into her arse right as Narcissa sucked and fingered her clit would have otherwise ruptured everyone's eardrums with how loud it made her scream into her sister's mouth.
Aella watched her youngest get pinned down by her eldest to make sure she didn't move so much that she took herself away from the tongues worshipping her. With how long it lasted, it seemed like Astoria was realizing Aella's earlier daydreams, having a series of orgasms that rolled into one.
Narcissa had her own pleasure, and when she slumped off of Harry's cock Aella could not help but stare at it hopefully.
"Oh no, you're still being punished, you silly mother-slut," Daphne said, laughing. She dragged her by her hair, and Aella scrambled until she was face-down between her daughter's legs. She frantically began to suck on Daphne's clit.
Harry grabbed her hips and began to pound into her from behind, and she paused so she could show her appreciation.
"Thank you, sir!" she screamed, making all three witches laugh. Harry, meanwhile, growled and fucked her harder. Aella loved it, but Daphne's hands reminded her she had her own job to complete. She focused on it despite the pleasure, trying to give her eldest a mind-blowing orgasm as quickly as she could manage it.