"Happy birthday, Astoria."
Harry murmuring those delightful words into her ear from behind was how Astoria was brought out of her dream. This was the first time in her life that she could ever recall her dreams paling in comparison to reality. How had she spent her last birthday? She certainly hadn't spent it with her parents or sister, and Harry had yet to enter her life. If Draco had been around at all on that day he hadn't done anything notable enough to stick in her memory
Now she was with people who loved her though, and Harry was apparently going to remind her how much she was loved first thing on this birthday. Without any warning he forced her legs apart with one hand and slid his cock inside of her, and Astoria moaned with delight. The moan didn't last long since his other hand reached up to grip her throat, which for her was just as welcome as feeling his dick inside of her.
"You're fucking perfect," Harry told her. The hand that had spread her open left her leg and started roaming her body, caressing her bare skin lazily. "It's time for your first present of the day."
Harry's first present to her came in the form of a steady, firm fuck with a bit of light choking on the side, and she mewled and cooed as he gave her this treat. He knew that even on her birthday he should keep his fingers relatively tight on his throat and not hold back on his hip thrusts. It was well established by now that soft and gentle was something she only wanted on the rarest of occasions, usually when something significant had happened in her life and she was in need of the comfort of a lighter and more tender touch.
But 99 times out of 100, if not more, this was what she wanted. She wanted Harry to dominate her with his cock, to stretch her and fill her just like this. She wanted this light choking as well. It made her head swoon and her arousal flare, and while some women might have found this undesirable for her it felt like an expression of love. He was tending to her needs specifically and giving her every aspect that she loved most about sex with him all at the same time, and in perfect amounts.
Astoria was still enjoying her present when Daphne and Narcissa came out of the bathroom, and both women hurried over excitedly upon seeing and hearing that she was awake. She found herself flipped to lie on Harry's chest, and her legs fell open as she was repositioned. He bent his knees to make sure they stayed open so he could thrust up into her, and Astoria groaned. She was aware of Narcissa crawling to the bed on her right side while Daphne came from her left. While ordinarily it would have been difficult for her to focus on anything other than Harry's cock pounding into her and his hand on her throat, Daphne and Narcissa didn't allow themselves to be forgotten.
The two women worshipped every last millimeter of her with their hands and mouths. She'd been the center of attention in a foursome before but it had never felt quite like this. It was like Daphne and Narcissa were devoted solely to pleasing her and giving her the best birthday possible, and Astoria couldn't get enough of it.
"It's official," Narcissa whispered teasingly into her ear after kissing her way up her neck. "We even made front page news." That had Astoria's first orgasm rushing forward because she knew exactly what Narcissa was referring to without her needing to specify.
"I love you!" Astoria screamed out, not just to Narcissa but to Harry and Daphne as well.
"I love you too," Narcissa said back just before capturing her lips in a kiss. Now Astoria screamed into Narcissa's mouth through her orgasm, and the scream only got louder when Harry and Daphne said those magic words as well. Daphne found her way down to lick and suck at her clit by the time her first orgasm had ended, wasting little time in starting her on the road to her second of many birthday orgasms in style while Astoria continued to share her desperate kiss with Narcissa.
--
Astoria blushed at the way Harry looked at her when she came down the stairs with Narcissa and Daphne, ready to greet the guests who should start arriving shortly for her birthday celebration. She was wearing a white dress with a slit up the side to flash a leg, but he was spending most of his time staring at her chest. That was understandable with the not insignificant amount of underboob that the dress displayed, but it still sent a thrill through her to see how hungrily he stared at her.
His gaze did shift to look at Narcissa and Daphne as well, and she could hardly blame him for that as she had been openly molesting them herself while the three of them got ready, and her molestation didn't stop with her eyes. Narcissa was wearing a strapless dress that put her perfect breasts on display prominently while Daphne wore the more standard little black dress. When she'd picked out the rather conventional choice she'd said that she wanted all eyes to be on Astoria and Narcissa tonight in light of the recent announcement, but with the amount of cleavage on display and the way her arse and legs looked in that dress she was surely going to get just as much attention as they would.
But even after seeing how amazing Daphne and Narcissa looked Harry's gaze still shifted back to her, and he stared at her with such adoration in his eyes that some strange new excitement filled her.
"Beautiful," he said. "You all look beautiful." It might have been directed at all three of them but he was staring straight at her when he said it, and if Astoria hadn't already been hopelessly in love with him she would have fallen head over heels right then and there. Astoria couldn't help herself; she purred. It sounded ridiculous even to her, but she was too happy to care. She threw herself into a desperate snog with him, and moaned happily when Narcissa and Daphne joined in. The four of them shared kisses with each other, switching partners at random but enjoying themselves no matter whose lips theirs were attached to.
"I don't want this moment to end," Daphne gasped, "but we do need to make sure we aren't fucking when we're supposed to be greeting our guests."
"I'd rather just get back upstairs, personally," Narcissa murmured. Astoria giggled in response.
"That's my line," she said playfully.
"Usually it is," Harry said, chuckling. "But it seems like an entire day filled with orgasms has satisfied you enough that you're able to feel more excited about your party with the people who love you than you would be about a nice shag. It's a big change for you."
"And it's sure to be a temporary one," Daphne drawled.
"With the way you two look in those dresses?" Astoria said, grinning. "Of course it'll be temporary. I might not even make it through the whole party without wanting to hump you."
"Don't fucking remind me how good you all look, or we will cancel this party and head back upstairs." Harry groaned. All three of his witches laughed at that, primarily because he sounded far too serious to not at least be tempted to follow through on his threat.
--
This 'surprise' party hadn't been a surprise at all for Astoria. Daphne and Narcissa were horrible at hiding their planning for something like this and Harry was somehow even worse, so she'd known it was coming well before they actually told her about it earlier in the afternoon so they could start getting ready. She'd done her best to act surprised and make them think they'd actually been successful at keeping the secret from her. She wasn't sure if they'd been able to tell her surprise was feigned, but really it didn't matter. They were all in far too good a mood and Astoria's excitement for the party was genuine, and that was the important thing.
It actually had been a surprise when she saw just how many people came through the door though, especially since they'd only invited people they thought she might actually want to see. By the time she was done greeting all of her guests she'd realized that she really had made this many friends over the course of her time working for Harry. Tracey had come with Dean as expected, and Pansy was there too. The birthday girl had also greeted Tonks, Hermione, Fleur and somewhere close to thirty people that she had become friendly with at the Ministry after her rough start.
The biggest surprise of all, the one that had stunned everyone, was seeing Pansy and Hermione arrive together. It wasn't so much them entering together that was the surprise, but that when Tonks teased them about whether them entering together meant they were together Hermione had just nodded primly and confirmed that it did in a matter-of-fact tone. Everyone had been stunned. Well, everyone except for Harry that is. Astoria had been able to tell based on his grin and his complete lack of surprise that he'd known something, and she poked him in the side and gave him a stern look to demand answers. He'd confirmed that he had strongly suspected something even though Hermione hadn't told him, but he'd decided not to say anything and let them reveal things in their own time.
Everyone had gotten over the surprise of that relationship just as quickly as they seemed to have gotten over the public announcement about Astoria and Narcissa joining Harry and Daphne's relationship. Perhaps that was because in comparison to their foursome that included two sisters, Hermione and Pansy dating was rather normal.
Things had gone smoothly after the revelations were out of the way, and Astoria had been able to enjoy a fun party talking with friends and people who she'd gotten closer to after she'd gotten over her arrogance at work. She had taken a seat on Harry's lap and melted into his arms and chest, enjoying being held by him. He kissed the top of her head as Susan Bones was telling a story to them and the rest of their group that had gathered to sit around the fire. Astoria found herself slipping a bit into her submissive nature in response, snuggling closer into him and audibly purring without thinking about it.
Everyone stopped to look at her when they heard it, and Astoria blushed in embarrassment at being heard literally purring. The witches gathered around the fire giggled and some of them had looked a bit jealous of her and the position she found herself in, but Susan just paused in her story and gave another giggle.
"I can't blame you," Susan said. "I'm sure any of us would have purred too if Harry kissed us like that." There were more giggles, and then Susan cleared her throat and picked her story back up.
Astoria listened contently and joined in on occasion, but mainly she'd just enjoyed finally being able to be open about everything that was good in her life.
"There are more people in this relationship than just you, you know," Narcissa said as she came over towards their group. At first Astoria thought she was talking to her but then she noticed that she was looking at Harry instead. "You can't hog the birthday girl all night long."
Harry just laughed, rolled his eyes and allowed Narcissa to turn Astoria's head towards her and kiss her on the lips. Narcissa eventually pulled her up out of his lap, and loath though she was to be pulled away from him she was going from one person she loved to another so there was nothing to be upset about.
"Gee, is the story true?" Tracey Davis drawled. "Are the three of you really together? I'd never have been able to tell." Astoria giggled, knowing how obvious the love between them was now that they didn't have to hide it in public. It felt so freeing for her to know that she could be who she was and enjoy the happiest parts of her life with freedom now.
"It really is amazing, isn't it?" Narcissa said, grinning at Astoria. Astoria looked at her and could just tell that her former mother-in-law was thinking the same thing she was. They were both equally happy about being able to take their relationship public and be free to show their love to the world.
"That's an understatement," she replied. Narcissa was about to say something more but Astoria cut her off by leaning up and giving her a very passionate kiss. She'd waited far too long to be able to display her affection publicly like this. She didn't care that she wasn't typically fond of these sorts of displays. For tonight she was going to be as public as she felt like being.
--
"Yes dear," Harry said in answer to Daphne's questioning look. He gave her a pat on the side of her arse as she sat sideways across his lap, and the group laughed.
"You're so well-trained," she teased, grinning.
"Oh please," Pansy scoffed. "We all know Harry's really in charge here. There's no chance you do anything but submit and call him sir." The entire group laughed, Harry among them, and Daphne blushed slightly. It was all the more amusing for Harry since he knew that Pansy was speaking from experience. She'd been with him and she'd felt what he could do, and that was why she could be so certain about what she said.
"Now play nice," Hermione said, smiling.
"But you like it when I'm not nice, dear," Pansy said with a smirk.
"Do you need to go take a moment to yourself, Pansy?" Tracey asked casually. "None of us will judge you if you do. Well, we won't judge you too much at least." Everyone shared another laugh at that.
"I'm pretty sure no man has ever truly been in charge," Harry said with a chuckle. "We just think we are until the moment we realize we're just being indulged."
"You've learned so quickly," Narcissa said from behind as she walked towards them. Harry turned his head just as Astoria, who had walked over with Narcissa, pushed Daphne's legs out of the way slightly so she could mirror her sister's position in his lap the opposite way. She slung her legs over Daphne's and made herself comfortable.
"Right," Dean said sarcastically. "You're definitely not in charge at all, mate." He gestured to how the two Greengrass sisters were snuggling into him and looking up at him with adoration, as well as how Narcissa was standing behind him and gently massaging his shoulders. Harry let the laughter from that die out before he decided he wanted to put things to the test.
"Fun as this has been, do you think you could move off of my lap so I can go get my broom out and fly with Katie, Ron, Ginny, Oliver Wood and the others?" he asked.
"Maybe later, dear," Daphne said right away, placating him but at the same time leaving little room for doubt that what she really meant was 'no.'
"Not a chance," Astoria said, just as quickly and far more bluntly. Harry, having expected nothing less, gave Dean a smile and raised his eyebrows as if to challenge him to say he still thought he was the one in charge around here. Dean just sighed and shook his head, triggering more laughter from the group.
--
Daphne rolled her eyes as she watched Astoria drag Harry off. She was surprised it had taken her sister this long.
"The three of you had already made every man here insanely jealous of Harry with how you fawned all over him," Hermione said. "Now Astoria has just increased that tenfold."
"Maybe so," Daphne said, chuckling, "but three witches like us aren't an easy task to deal with." Hermione laughed.
"You're not wrong. But do you think any of them are thinking about that when you're all dressed like you're dressed and look how you do, and when your sister is clearly dragging Harry off in the middle of her party so they can have a quickie?"
"It's not like there aren't plenty of eyes on you too," Daphne said. "Pansy's convinced you to show off your own looks. I'm impressed." Hermione blushed at having the conversation turned around, and Daphne grinned widely and pushed further. "I didn't know you were so open. I wonder if that's thanks to Pansy too?"
Tonks joined them, and Narcissa did as well a little bit later. The four of them had a pleasant conversation while Harry and Astoria were off satisfying the lust that had built up throughout the party, but at a lull in the conversation Tonks handed Hermione an envelope.
"Thank you," Hermione said, quickly shrinking the envelope and sliding it into her pocket. "Give my thanks to Harry as well." Daphne was interested but held her tongue for the moment.
"Hermione, bring your sexy arse over here and explain the rules of this muggle game again," Pansy called out after a few more minutes of conversation. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"She may not be a bitch like she was back in school, but she certainly can push me just as much at times," Hermione muttered. Her wide smile was an obvious indication that she enjoyed having Pansy push her buttons like this, and she headed over towards her girlfriend without an argument. As soon as she was gone Daphne wasted no time in turning towards Tonks.
"So what was that envelope about?" she asked.
"You might as well just spill it now," Narcissa said, adding her voice to Daphne's. "Harry will just tell us anyway even if we have to force it from him."
"I knew that was a mistake," Tonks said, grimacing. "But it was either you lot or Pansy possibly finding out, and I made my choice." She sighed. "First things first, Harry didn't keep this from you because he wanted to. It's just not his secret to tell and he's too honorable to go against that. It's not my secret to tell either, really, but you're right. It's probably better coming from me so you can avoid confronting Harry.
"No one but me, Harry, Ron, Kingsley and obviously Hermione know this." She looked between Daphne and Narcissa, letting them both see that this was nothing to joke about or take lightly, and Daphne nodded in understanding. "During the war Hermione obliviated her parents for their safety, and she did it so thoroughly that she can't reverse it. She's tried, but now she just resorts to having me keep tabs on them to make sure they're safe. It's one of those things Harry feels horribly guilty for, and still does no matter how many times over the years Hermione has tried to convince him not to blame himself."
"That's horrible," Daphne said.
"How horrible," Narcissa muttered at the same time. They shared a look, and it went without saying that this was not something to be shared or discussed lightly.
"Yeah," Tonks said, sighing heavily. Her hair shifted to a bleak and dull brown for a moment before she morphed it back into the flaming red spikes she'd chosen for the party.
"But wait," Daphne said, frowning. "If an obliviation is done correctly it is always reversible. And knowing Hermione's power and intelligence I have a hard time believing she did it incorrectly, especially with how important it was."
"Somehow she managed to use more of her magic than she can usually tap into," Tonks explained. "Maybe it was thanks to her fears over the war and the part she had to play in it, or maybe it was just pure dumb adrenaline. Whatever it was, she tapped into something that she just can't reach again. And as I'm sure you both know, you need more magical power to reverse an obliviation than was put into casting it."
"And no one other than the original caster can reverse it," Narcissa finished before Tonks could. The Head Auror nodded and frowned. Daphne frowned too, but suddenly got an idea.
"You don't need to tell Harry that we know about this," she said to Tonks. "We'll bring it up. Gently, of course." Tonks nodded, looking relieved that the duty wouldn't fall to her, and she excused herself not long afterwards.
"I know that look," Narcissa said, turning to Daphne as soon as Tonks was gone.
"Yes, I have an idea," Daphne acknowledged, nodding. "But I'll need everyone's help. Firstly to keep it from Harry so I don't get anyone's hopes up in case I'm wrong and this doesn't work. It might very well not work; I'm not sure."
"And the other thing?" Narcissa pressed.
"I'll need help to look through every charms book in existence," Daphne said, looking at her lover seriously.
"That's all?" Narcissa said, chuckling. "But hey, that sounds like quite a project to take on. I'll start with the Black Family library tomorrow."
"Great," Daphne said, grinning. "If this works I might actually have the perfect Christmas present for Harry. And if it doesn't work, well, I still plan on figuring it out."
"Of course you do," Narcissa said. "I know you. You won't be able to stop until you've gotten to the bottom of the problem."
"Yes, you do know me so well, love," Daphne whispered just before their lips touched and she drew Narcissa into a gentle kiss. They continued to kiss until an awkward cough intruded, and they parted to find Ron Weasley standing there looking extremely uncomfortable.
"Err, I was coming over to sort of introduce myself or whatever. I've been on the road and haven't even been able to meet you yet officially since you became Harry's girlfriend," he said, looking at Daphne. "And now he's got two more girlfriends and I figured I really needed to say hello. Now I really wish I hadn't come over here at all because it probably looks like I was staring at you kissing right now like some kind of creep."
"Well were you staring, Mister Weasley?" Narcissa asked, smirking playfully. Ron spluttered and stammered through his first several attempts at answering, but finally was able to get out an answer.
"No, I wasn't!" he insisted. Both women burst into laughter at seeing his embarrassment.
"Ignore Narcissa," Daphne told him once she finally got her laughter under control. "I'm glad you were able to make it tonight, because you're right. I know how close you and Harry have been for so many years, and it really was long overdue for us to meet."
"You're really making quite a name for yourself these days," Narcissa said to Ron, apparently having decided to stop teasing him and play nice with arguably Harry's oldest friend. "Making a name for yourself for something other than being a war hero, I mean. You have your team playing much better these days." Ron grinned at that. They knew from Harry just how passionate Ron was about quidditch, and drawing him into that conversation was a perfect way to make him comfortable and ease into conversation with him.
"Yes, I'll admit it's been an impressive turn around," Daphne said. "They're still not the Tornadoes, but better than anyone else I suppose."
--
"Enjoy your quickie in the loo, Potter?" one of his auror coworkers asked as he and Astoria passed him. Astoria laughed and shook her head. They'd been teased about blatantly sneaking off by everyone they'd passed since they came back, and Astoria did not care in the slightest. She was perfectly fine with every one of her guests being well aware that she had effectively dragged him away so she could get shagged. Hell, she'd let him shag her again right here in front of all of them if Harry would actually go through with that. It wouldn't bother her at all now that there was nothing for her to hide.
It wasn't just Harry who would prevent her from such a public display. Daphne and Narcissa would surely object to it as well, and maybe in a few days Astoria would see the wisdom of that. Not right now though. She was over the moon with how things were going and giddy to finally have their love become public knowledge, and if others wanted to watch her enjoy herself that was their prerogative.
While returning to the party arm in arm with Harry her gaze caught Daphne and Narcissa once again fretting over little insignificant things having been moved out of place, as if it were possible to keep everything pristine and perfectly organized after many of their guests had enjoyed a few drinks.
"I think you need to go relieve Narcissa's stress like only you can," she giggled into Harry's ear. "Send Daphne over to me while you're over there and I'll take care of her." She knew that a little bit of time with Harry would de-stress Narcissa, especially if he told her that it had been Astoria's idea. She'd seen it often enough to know how effective it would be.
Daphne was a different story though. Astoria knew her sister too well and was convinced that the only thing that was going to help in this situation was for Astoria to let her know how perfect she thought everything was and how much she was enjoying the birthday party Daphne had worked so hard to throw for her.
Harry smiled at her but also looked surprised that she was sending him away voluntarily on her birthday, and she grinned back. "I'll get to monopolize everyone's attention and make everything about me again later," she said lightly. He chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Very well," he said. "Be a good girl while I'm gone." He patted her arse as he said it, and Astoria was half-tempted to change her mind and try and get him to fuck her right there.
"Oh, be a good girl, is it?" Lavender Brown teased. "So what happens when you're a bad girl?" That got a blush out of Astoria, and Harry laughed and provided no help as Lavender and the others lightly teased her now that they'd finally found something to get a reaction out of her.
"I wouldn't mind Harry making sure I'm a good girl," Parvati Patil said to her best friend in a stage whisper. Astoria giggled, getting more comfortable with joking around with them. This party was helping her to realize that no one who'd gotten to know her was holding the things she'd said and done while married to Draco against her now that she'd freed herself from him and changed her attitude and the way she treated people.
--
"Go save your sister before those witches tease her to death," Harry said when he reached Daphne where she was standing with Narcissa. Daphne walked over towards the group standing around Astoria, and Narcissa could hear her giggle as soon as she got within earshot of them. Narcissa smirked, figuring that Daphne would be as likely to join in on the teasing as she would be to bring an end to it.
"As for you," Harry said, bringing Narcissa's attention to him, "Astoria seems to think you need some stress relief. You have three minutes to get your arse upstairs and assume whatever position you want to be in when I fuck you stupid."
She blushed heavily at how openly crude he was being in public, even if it didn't appear that anyone else was close enough to hear them. But hearing those words from him had her racing towards the stairs and the sexual satisfaction that awaited her in her room all the same.
Harry took his time in following her, giving her the opportunity to get there, decide on how she wanted to be fucked and get into the position. She was ready by the time she heard his slow, heavy footsteps carry him through the doorway, and he chuckled when he found her blushing crimson. It wasn't common for her to feel embarrassed these days, but that she was holding herself behind the knees, spreading her legs as high and wide as she could and exposing herself of her own volition was enough to make even her blush.
He was out of his clothes and plunging his cock inside of her before she could even think of what to say, and that set the tone for what he did to her in their bed while their guests celebrated Astoria's birthday downstairs. He fucked her hard and he fucked her fast, and after she let out her initial scream of pleasure she realized she hadn't seen him put up any charms or wards when he came in. But then he started biting on her neck and tormenting her nipples with one hand while his other hand grabbed the back of her head, and the rough treatment had her next scream of pleasure come out before she could say anything in warning about how everyone downstairs would be able to hear her.
After that second scream she figured it was too late and the damage was done, so she just let the screams flow without abandon from then on. Harry brought plenty of them out of her too, because the fucking, the biting, the hair-pulling and the touches on her nipples didn't let up at all.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked, not caring who heard her now that they'd already heard her and knew what she was up to. She shouted that she loved him, and that she loved the enormous cock stretching her and splitting her in two every single time. And of course she screamed out that he was making her cum again every time he managed to do so.
He'd gotten several such orgasmic screams out of her by the time he flipped her over so she was prone on her belly and yanked on her hair to make her look to the side so he could kiss her. His other hand yanked up under her hips to match his slams down into her, and she grunted into his mouth with each heavy thrust that slammed his cock so wonderfully deep inside of her. She was glad that at least anyone listening couldn't hear the pathetic sounds she was now making, because she knew they would have sounded pathetic indeed. He was going well beyond just living up to his promise to fuck her stupid.
Those pathetic sounds faded into another loud moan into his mouth when she began to orgasm once again, and that moan got even louder when he bit on her lip. His cock pulsed in warning at the same time, and then he exploded inside of her and filled her with his seed.
Narcissa wasn't sure what sounds she was making once they finished. Whimpers of pleasure and relief from the stress-built tension disappearing in an instant might have been the best way to describe it.
"You're fucking amazing, as always," she gasped. "But I'm going to make sure and thank Astoria for that one because she was right. I really, really needed it."
"I think we'll both have to thank her," he said, laughing just before he smacked her on the arse. "But that's for later. Right now it's time for you to go get teased about leaving the party for a shag just like she did."
Narcissa got off of the bed with a laugh, but after thinking about it for a second she decided she wasn't ready to leave just yet. She pushed on his chest and got him to sit on the edge of the bed, and he went along with it even if he was confused.
"If everyone's already going to know anyway I might as well get to enjoy myself fully," she purred. She sank down onto her knees on the floor in front of him and moaned as she reached eye level with his cock. "I really do love worshipping this cock." She demonstrated the proof in her words by swallowing it to the hilt and staring up at him, thrilled to have his cock all the way in her mouth even with her eyes leaking tears from the effort already.
"You're amazing," he said, moaning loudly. She began to hum around his cock, which got him to moan even louder and arch up off of the bed a bit. She was intent on getting that sort of reaction from him all the way until she'd finished him off and swallowed his cum. Then, and only then, would she return to the party and tolerate her well-deserved teasing for her inappropriate party etiquette.
--
"Are you kidding?" Tonks said, laughing and shaking her head at Harry. "You're thanking me? It sounds more like a present for me rather than anything I should need to be thanked for." She kissed his cheek before stepping back to wave goodbye. "Now have fun tonight, loverboy."
Harry's boss apparated away after that, and her departure marked the last of their guests leaving. Everyone else had already gone, but Harry had stopped Tonks and requested to speak with her before she left.
"What was that about?" Astoria asked. She'd stayed back a respectful distance and made no attempt to eavesdrop, figuring that Harry would tell her if he wanted her to know whatever it was that he'd discussed with Tonks. She didn't ask out of jealousy but simple curiosity. Honestly she was kind of hoping it might offer a glimpse of what her Christmas present was going to be.
"Oh, just arranging some Christmas gifts," he said. He grinned widely at her. "And speaking of gifts, it's time for your final birthday gift, my beautiful little slut."
Astoria was understandably excited as he took her by the hand and led her to Daphne and Narcissa, already waiting in their bedroom. "You already gave me so much," she said, but it wasn't even remotely believable. It was a poor attempt at even a token protest; she knew it was obvious how much she was looking forward to what was coming. Daphne laughed at her patently false objection.
"Oh, stop acting like you aren't greedy enough to accept another gift," Narcissa said. "All of us are." Astoria just giggled and plopped down onto the bed between them, and mewled as they stripped her down in an instant. They almost tore her clothes off with an eagerness that matched their own, and once the clothes were out of the way they began to grope her.
"Is this the gift?" she gasped. She wouldn't complain if it was.
"No, you silly little thing," Narcissa said. "You get to be the center of attention often. How would that be special?"
"I bet if we were to count them all up, you're the center of attention when we're all together at least 60% of the time," Daphne said. Astoria giggled, knowing it probably wasn't far from the truth. Maybe they did it at least in part to make up for her years of relative isolation from her family and the lack of love in her marriage to Draco, but her lovers really did spoil her. Narcissa kissed Daphne, who let out an erotic moan and returned the kiss.
"That's how we all prefer it, of course, my adorable pet," Narcissa said, patting Astoria on the hair. She then pulled her into an aggressive kiss, one which Astoria submitted to instantly and thoroughly. Harry spread her legs while she was being kissed, and she got excited and tried to force her hips towards him to get him going as soon as possible.
"Not yet," he said. "Patience, you needy slut." Narcissa freed her lips, and after taking a few seconds to gasp for air Astoria spoke up.
"I need you," she whined. "I need you all so bad!"
"There's no point in wasting time then," Harry said. He kissed her high on the upper thigh, right at the inside crease on her pelvis. She wasn't expecting this to be the gift, but before she could say so he rubbed the spot his lips had just touched. "Are you ready to be mine, forever?"
"I already am!" she gasped. "Please, just fuck me! Let me prove I'm your good slut and I'll do whatever you say!" Harry chuckled and she felt a bit of his magic brush against her thigh. It made her not just understand but feel exactly what it was that he was saying. The intent behind the magic sang to her, and it stole her breath away.
"You haven't been owned like this," he said. "I found a spell, and with a few adjustments helpfully provided by your beautiful, intelligent sister and your gorgeous mistress the Lady Black, it will let me give you a small tattoo. I'm going to tattoo my initials into you and add a denial and pleasure charm into it. No matter where in the world you happen to be, I will always be able to leave absolutely no doubt at any moment that I own you and that I control your pleasure, whether I'm allowing it or denying it."
"Yes," Astoria said, gasping loudly, incredibly turned on by the idea of belonging to him so completely. "Oh, fuck, yes, do it! Please mark me so I'm always your little slut! Please! I'll be so good, I promise!" All the while she was thinking how it would be the perfect way to mitigate her disappointment in being unable to fulfill that role in person for him at nearly all hours of the day like she had been able to when she was his assistant. It would be both comforting and arousing to be able to see and feel such tangible proof of everything that had changed in her life. In some ways it would be even more tangible proof of their real relationship than the eventual engagement and wedding rings would be.
"It isn't going to be completely permanent," he said with a chuckle. "You wouldn't be able to do anything about it without a lot of work, but as the one who will be applying it I could also remove it easily enough if I decided to."
"You better not dare," she growled. Both Narcissa and Daphne giggled.
"Of course not, pet," Harry assured her. "It's yours as long as you'd like it to be."
"Then give it to me," she demanded, suddenly wanting this gift as badly as she'd wanted anything she'd ever received. Harry cast the spell, and she gasped at the initial rush of his magic into her body but then giggled as it tickled its way in.
"Now then, time to test it," he said. He waved his hand.
"That part works!" she whined. "Now please take it the other way!"
"Well it is your birthday," he said, laughing. He took the denial off and activated the other spell imbued in the tattoo instead, and Astoria moaned as the pleasure took over. It felt very nice, but it was softer than she was used to.
"Is it just one intensity?" she asked.
"Do you think your brilliant sister would have allowed that?" Harry asked. He increased the pleasure with another wave of his hand, and Astoria's body stiffened and she moaned louder.
"Oh fuck, it feels so good!" she said. "Strange, but good!" The moan only got more intense when he leaned in and started sucking on her clit, adding that more familiar pleasure to the new type she was being introduced to via the tattoo. Daphne took that as her cue to kiss her sister frantically on the lips, and Narcissa leaned her head down to suck on her nipples as well.
"It's like my whole body is on fire!" Astoria squealed during a small pause in the action. Harry chuckled.
"I wonder what it'll feel like when I do this, then," he said just before he leaned back in to suck at her clit again. This time he hissed and aggressively licked her. If he was expecting an intelligible response he was going to be disappointed because Astoria was unable to form any words. All she could do was scream.
Daphne hit her with a charm to muffle her screams somewhat while not cutting them off altogether. "Much as I hate to muffle you, I'd rather not go deaf," she said, sounding a little bit jealous and more than a little bit aroused. "Obviously that feels more than merely amazing for you."
"Yes, her voice will go raw soon if she keeps screaming like that," Narcissa muttered, sounding similarly jealous and excited.
Harry didn't stop though, and the other women quickly returned to lavishing attention on her like they'd been doing before the pause. Astoria writhed through an explosive orgasm in short order with all three of them pleasuring her in their own ways in addition to the pleasure coming from the tattoo. Daphne and Narcissa swapped places after her orgasm had finished.
"I want a turn down there after this, Harry," Daphne said. Astoria moaned loudly into Narcissa's mouth and squirmed at the thought of her sister giving her some oral worship for her birthday. She squirmed around so much that Harry had to hold her legs to keep her in place.
"I want to see if we can make her beg to stop being given orgasms," Harry said, chuckling. Astoria didn't see how that was possible. He waved his hand once again, and she felt like she was on fire with pleasure. She'd thought the spell had been at its absolute maximum but it had somehow just gotten even more intense. It could only be described as pleasure raging within her, and all while her three lovers applied more conventional pleasure on the outside by exploiting all the spots they knew would make her scream the loudest. Astoria tried to speak but just ended up letting out an even louder and more erotic scream instead.
"I didn't think that would be possible, but we just might be able to pull it off," Daphne giggled. "We may actually manage to make this slut beg not to get fucked for a change, even if it's just for a few minutes." She bit her sister's nipple, forcing an even louder scream out of her.
--
It was much, much later that night, or more like early in the morning, when Harry groggily looked up at Astoria from his back. She was straddling him now, or straddling him as much as she could without disturbing Daphne and Narcissa who were grabbing onto both of them in their sleep anyway. She seemed to be actively avoiding waking the other witches up but had no such problems about disturbing his rest, considering she'd just woken him up with a loving kiss on the cheek.
"It's not your birthday anymore, love," he said, grinning at her sleepily. "I didn't think you'd be waking up until long after the sun rose after all we did last night."
"I get two days of celebration, obviously," she said, shaking her head with a smirk. "Not only am I that important, but today is also the day we'll be having my birthday dinner with my parents at Greengrass Manor. That basically makes today my birthday too. And besides, you should know y now that a few hours of rest is more than enough time for me to recharge and be ready for more." She switched to licking and gently sucking on his neck, and Harry moaned softly.
"I won't argue there," he chuckled. He motioned for her to slide off and leave his neck alone, and she did so without complaint. He eased his way out of bed with her, and Narcissa and Daphne immediately snuggled together in their sleep and filled the empty space created when he got up. He and Astoria shared a smile.
"Guest room, slut," he said quietly, giving her a pat on the arse. "We may as well be comfortable, and since you're so wide awake and full of energy you're going to bounce that perfect body up and down on my cock until you've woken me up for real."
Astoria nearly ran out of the room in her eagerness, and Harry smirked and shook his head when she put a little extra wiggle into her hips to tempt him. She glanced back to make sure he was following and that her swaying arse had gotten his attention, as if it ever didn't have his full attention.
--
"Thanks for meeting with me so early in the morning so we could talk about this, Harry," Aella said.
"Of course," Harry said. "I'd never say no to you."
The previous evening's birthday dinner had been quite an emotional one for all four of the Greengrasses, but emotional in the most wonderful way possible. It was clear how much all four of them treasured the chance to celebrate Astoria's birthday together as a family again after so many years of strife between her and her parents and sister. It hadn't been a particularly fun night but Harry had no problem with that. With the way things generally were in his life at the moment, wild and crazy all around, a normal emotional night with a family who was happy to be united again was a pretty enjoyable thing for him to take part in. Aella had asked him if she could come and visit him in his office the following morning shortly before he and his lovers left Greengrass Manor for the night, and so here he sat.
"So do you think you can help with my request?" she asked.
"Yes, I will cast the reverse snow globe ward that my girlfriends couldn't help but blab about," he said. He'd stumbled onto that ward in the Black family library, and word had passed from his lovers to Aella. "I'm sure it'll make the Greengrass Ball a statement event that the incoming blizzard will ensure is never topped, just like you put it." He grinned at her little embarrassed flinch when he reiterated what she wanted and why. "I'll do that both for you and for your daughters."
"Thank you," Aella said. She paused. "And the other thing?"
"Yes, I will do my part for your present to Fleur as well," he said. "Since your original idea was pretty similar to the kind of favoritism that Kingsley made illegal after the war, and really shouldn't be tried even if there was some kind of technical loophole that you could use, mine will be much better." Aella nodded thankfully and sighed in relief.
"It's very generous of me to make this possible even with all of the international politics that have sprung up in the last week or so, don't you think?" he said with a smirk. "I'm going to have to spend the first few days of my holiday working on this to make sure the paperwork is completed and pushed through the system in time. I'd say you're going to owe me big time for this. For real I mean; not like 'owing' me for little things I would have done anyway."
He wouldn't expect her to feel like she legitimately owed him for doing things that anyone decent would have done for her, but this was actually a decent amount of work for real. It was this part of her request that she'd really been nervous about, and with good reason.
"I guess we'll just have to figure that out later," he said, "since you, just like everyone else in my life, seem to be struggling to accept that I'm seriously happy and content just having a relaxing, loving Christmas with my friends and current and future family. That means you probably won't have any more of an idea on how to repay me than I do."
"Okay." Aella nodded, and he got the feeling that she was just as clueless as to what to get him as a gift as everyone else seemed to be. "We'll figure it out some other time."
"I'm sure it'll be fun for both of us when I finally figure out what I want," he said, laughing. "I'll probably end up giving the favor over to the girls for them to enjoy anyway if we're being honest." Aella giggled, knowing it was more than likely true. Once his lovers found out about one or all of them would come up with an idea on how to use it sooner or later, and he would dote on them like usual.
"Don't worry too much about it," he said. "My demands won't step outside the boundaries we're setting while we explore just how much you like being a slut." His smile became warmer and a bit less teasing after that. "I'll start working on all of this today then."
"Will that be all, sir?"
--
Aella's heart skipped a beat when she heard herself call him 'sir' without thinking, but she couldn't deny how naturally it rolled off of her tongue. Harry smirked at her and cocked his head.
"Oh, is it sir? I didn't know we were playing right now. I thought you asked to meet me so early in the morning because you were trying to have a serious conversation."
"I did," she said, flushing in embarrassment. "It just felt right, even when we were having a serious conversation." She cleared her throat and looked up at him. "You did make it a bit less serious at the end though."
He nodded in acknowledgment of that point, and in her head Aella wondered how this dynamic had grown to be so one-sided. It felt like she had nothing with which to even out the scales. Everything she was getting, she was getting just because Harry was a good man when it came to the non-sexual aspects of his personality, or because he, her husband, her daughters and Narcissa allowed it when it came to the sexual parts.
Every day that passed it felt more and more as if she was the 'little' around here, even though not one woman between herself, her daughters or Narcissa could really be considered 'little' physically. She pulled herself away from that thought to wonder how it was that each day that passes she felt more and more like a young witch trying to impress the older, powerful and established man she desired when the reality was that she was an established, powerful and proud Lady of a house and that he was the fairly fresh-faced young Lord. He was an incredibly powerful and famous young Lord, admittedly, but the difference was still notable.
The dynamic between them hadn't really ever been what it felt like it should have been. Given the differences in their ages and experience she should have been the one teaching him a few things, but it moved further from that every day. Now they were at the point that she was starting to wonder where she even stood in relation to her eldest daughter. Daphne was the least submissive of the three other witches, not that she wasn't still incredibly submissive to him in the bedroom. She just wasn't as deep into it as Narcissa was, and obviously no one was going to compete with Astoria there.
Harry shook his head and smirked at her back in the present, clearly amused with her. "Before you scurry off, we need to address something," he said. His eyes narrowed and the smirk vanished, and all of a sudden he looked far more stern and commanding. Aella felt her eyes widen and her heart rate pick up.
"W-what might that be?" she stammered, clasping her hand together nervously.
"You appear to have an issue with tardiness," he said. "Your daughters have confirmed that this is nothing new when it comes to things you don't consider important. I have to say that I find this rather insulting since as far as I can tell it's almost 3 times out of 4 that you call to ask me for a favor and have been late when I agree to meet with you."
Her eyes got even wider when she realized that he was right, though he was mistaken about the reason for her frequent tardiness. She always ended up spending more time than she planned for trying to make herself look as irresistible as possible before meeting with him, especially these days.
"I just want to look perfect for you, sir," she squeaked.
"Even if that's the only reason, it's not one I'm going to accept," he said, shaking his head. "It also doesn't explain why you have this issue at other times too, so we're going to start addressing it today."
"Yes sir," she said quietly, giving a shaky nod.
"Now strip," he said. She quickly hurried to obey, and he didn't make her shaky fingers any steadier as he talked to her during her undressing. "This isn't going to be gentle. This really is a bad habit of yours that I think you'd like to change, and I'm going to make sure it changes by using the only means I've found effective with all the Greengrass witches so far. Brace yourself."
She whimpered and nodded, and finally got her clothes off even with how badly her fingers were shaking. He dragged her across his lap like she was some naughty schoolgirl about to be disciplined, and she once again felt the shame of this. She was the married mother of his two girlfriends, but that didn't stop this younger man from taking her over his lap. It also didn't stop her from getting slick between her legs.
True to his word, he began to lay into her with his hand. She realized that he was dead serious about his warning. This was already the hardest he'd ever spanked her with his hand, and she whined and wondered why she knew in her head that even if he offered to stop then and there she would beg him to keep coming.
--
Aella knelt on the floor, doing her best to avoid letting her arse touch anything while the salve helped it recover. But she was putting far more attention on slobbering all over Harry's cock. She stared up at him submissively, her thoughts from earlier proven very correct. The discipline had pushed her into an extremely submissive mindset and would inevitably have her behaving even more submissively the next time they were together.
"Can I please use my hands to make this feel as good as you deserve?" she asked, somehow getting her question out even while trying to suck and lick his balls at the same time.
"You can," Harry said, chuckling. "But make sure you do a very good job with it since I'm being so kind."
She stroked his cock lovingly with both hands and sucked it as best she could, not breaking eye contact the entire time. Those gorgeous green eyes captivated her and every other witch in his life with such terrifying ease. Those eyes made her excited to hurry up and redouble her efforts, and the pleased moan he let out only increased that desire.
"You've gotten so much fucking better at this," he growled. Aella swallowed him to the root over and over, showing him the full extent of her skills while seamlessly stroking whatever wasn't in her mouth when she pulled back. The sounds she let out would probably make people think she was being tortured or something if they were overheard, and she made an absolute mess of her face as she slobbered all over his cock. She didn't care. She was in such a submissive frame of mind that no matter how agonizing it was to swallow his entire cock over and over again, she'd happily do it every single day to get these reactions out of him.
When he finally came she did her best to keep as much of it in her mouth as she could. She swallowed a bit of it first since she knew from experience that she wouldn't be able to hold all of it inside her mouth. After he was done she pulled back and presented it to him like the slut she was. Harry stared at her displaying her prize while he caught his breath.
"Good girl," he praised. She showed him how good she really was by continuing to hold his semen in her mouth. She wouldn't swallow it until he'd given her permission, and he waited a bit longer to make her prove herself. "You can swallow your treat now."
He usually would have made her wait much longer before giving her permission. Oftentimes she would have had to hold it so long that she would almost pass out. She wasn't sure why he was in such a giving mood but she took him up on his permission and swallowed his cum with a smack of her lips.
"Thank you, sir," she said.
"If you get here on time next time you'll do more than just suck cock," he promised. "I know you're dying for it; I can see you staring at my cock hopefully. I suppose it has been a while though. What has it been, two weeks now almost since it last left you broken?" She couldn't help her excited look at that possibility, and he laughed at her. She blushed at how easily she'd given herself away.
"Get going then," he said dismissively. "I don't have any more time for you this morning. I have work to do and three other witches to attend to, and they deserve far more than just the opportunity to suck my cock like a cheap whore."
She whined without meaning to and could have cried at the dismissal. She almost did cry, but thought that letting out that unintentional sound might have earned her further punishment. Harry smirked at her.
"Of course, you're welcome to stick around and assist me in giving them what they deserve. Maybe they'll be kind enough to share a bit of pleasure with you along the way, assuming you're as talented a whore as your training seems to have made you into." He could see the excitement on her face at that as well, and he laughed. "Get going then."
He bent her over the table and rubbed between her legs for an amazing but all too brief second or two before he yanked her back up and gave her a push and a hard smack on the arse. She yelped and hurried out of the room, her submissive state easily reaching the deepest depths it ever had thus far. She knew well that she was only going to continue down this path and get deeper and deeper into her submission the more time she spent being disciplined by him.
She had no chance of stopping it and no desire to do so either. As frightening as it might be, she trusted him after all he'd done for her and everyone else. The way he made her feel was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She loved her husband and would never have done any of this if he wasn't okay with it and having his own fun with Fleur, but this was something it wasn't possible for him to provide. Edmund didn't have this darker side that he could tap into with her. He couldn't humiliate her and find it so arousing like Harry did.
It was a wild feeling, and one she now craved every day. She wondered if soon it really would become part of her daily routine. That she desperately hoped it would be might be the most embarrassing thing of all.