Aella saw Harry coming towards her and Narcissa, an amused look on his face. He gave Narcissa a hard smack on the arse, and less than a second later, his other hand landed on Aella's arse with the same force.
"Are you two really going to keep acting like children, or are you almost done?" he asked. There was a hint of exasperation from him, in addition to his amusement. "It's been over a week since the choice was made. If you hadn't come to your decision beforehand, I would have stepped in so we could discuss it." Narcissa laughed, clearly not feeling ashamed at all, but Aella couldn't say the same. She blushed, embarrassed at being caught.
"And we have discussed this already," he said while staring at Narcissa, sounding even more amused now. "You couldn't get Daphne on your side to be your accomplice for whatever plan you're cooking up, so I'm sure you're the one who brought it up with Aella. Honestly, Narcissa; are you really this frustrated about Apolline preferring her husband over me? One could be forgiven for expecting you to be upset about something that's actually important, instead of getting your skimpy knickers in a twist because your boyfriend isn't shagging a happily married veela."
Narcissa laughed, and Aella managed a little smile as well. "It isn't that she isn't shagging you, or that she wanted to fuck her husband," Narcissa corrected, irritation obvious in her voice. Harry gave her a look, and she shook her head. "I'm not going to mention that she definitely wants to fuck you badly. I'm also not going to mention that it's more than just the veela side of her that wants that, or that blaming the veela was just a poor excuse to make herself feel better."
"And now you've earned a spanking later on," Harry sighed, not humoring her 'not' mentioning all of the things she wasn't supposed to. "But don't think I'm not onto you. I know you did that just now because you want to be spanked. I have half a mind to skip the punishment you actually like and just slap the denial charm on you for a little while."
Impressively, Narcissa did not allow the threat to silence her tongue or stop her from continuing. "It is the fact that once they figured out that kink, she said it was happening regardless. And then she took it back. She can't just get us all excited like that, especially you. We all know that you really liked that fantasy; it wasn't fair for her to just take it back like that!"
Harry laughed again, and this time Aella couldn't detect any hint of frustration. He gave Narcissa a sweet kiss before answering her. "I don't have extra hours in the day anyway, Cissa. Our schedule is rather full these days. Playing with Aella like that was definitely not near the top of my list of fantasies, and honestly, it's probably better off being left as just that: a fantasy. Besides, we still have more than half of the fantasy anyway." He turned his smile on Aella. "Don't we, Lady Greengrass?" Aella let out a squeak, blushing all over again. As much as the attention made her want to whine and hide away, it also got her very aroused very quickly. His smile widened as he heard her squeak, clearly understanding what she was feeling.
"Now, drop these thoughts of payback," he said, again addressing Narcissa. "If Apolline happens to naturally find her way into our bed in the future, that's great. But if she doesn't, I won't have anything to be disappointed about. I already have the perfect sex life as it is. But if you want to spend your energy on these final nights before Valentine's Day on bringing a fantasy to life, then I happen to have one that you can help me set up. I think it would be a shame to miss the chance to give Daphne a fantasy of hers for a change, rather than her always making ours happen. What do you say?"
Narcissa nodded eagerly, and Aella smiled at seeing the love Narcissa had for her eldest daughter displayed openly. But in addition to the obvious love, there was far more determination and also excitement than Aella had seen while they were discussing their plan to get back at Apolline. And this was saying something, because Narcissa had been quite excited by that idea.
"So, what is it?" Narcissa asked him.
Harry laughed. "Of all people, you should be able to figure it out."
Narcissa looked puzzled at first, but after a few seconds her eyes widened. "Oh. Do you think it's actually possible?"
"Of course it is," Harry said confidently. "They gave me control, so they'll do as they're told."
Narcissa shivered. "You know how much I love it when you get like this."
"I do," he said. "And I also know what you're really asking. To answer it: yes. I wouldn't bring it up otherwise. You know how--foolish, as you like to say--I am about making sure of that."
"Yes," Narcissa said, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "A positive personality trait than can at times double as a flaw."
"So, are you going to tell me what's so exciting, compared to all of the incredibly exciting stuff we already do?" Aella asked, when neither of them made any attempt to clue her in.
"No," Harry said simply, giving Narcissa's arse another smack. "Concentrate on this task instead. You toy with her in much more entertaining ways than that."
"Indeed," Narcissa agreed. "And I will do it again in the near future too." Aella gulped at the look she gave her, while Harry rolled his eyes.
"Actually, she can stay in the dark," he decided. "I think it will be fun to let her meet them like that for the first time right before we announce it. Then we can see her reaction too." Narcissa giggled and leaned into him, but Aella pouted, frustrated at being left in the dark, not having a clue what they were talking about. "Don't worry, Aella. It will be great fun. At the very least, I'm sure you can piece together who will be involved. Unless you aren't allowed to have fun with any other witches without your husband being there, I suppose."
"If he doesn't like it for whatever reason, he'll just have to suck it up," she said firmly. "I'm not missing out on the fun!"
"You know what, Harry? You're right," Narcissa said. "We don't need Apolline after all, because we have all of the good aspects of that fantasy anyway. We've already corrupted this wife." Aella squeaked again, just as embarrassed and just as aroused as before, if not more so.
"And I'm not done with that yet, either," Harry said. "In fact, I think we're only just starting to understand how much we're all going to benefit from actually trying to corrupt the dear Lady Greengrass."
--
Daphne bobbed up and down Harry's cock, feeling her mind muddled with a considerable amount of lust as she did. Considerable was probably putting it lightly, to be quite honest. She'd been lusting after Harry nonstop since he'd told her about recent developments with Pansy and Hermione, and what she felt now was even greater than that.
This was her second time sucking his cock today, and she hadn't even left for work yet. It wasn't just because today was Valentine's Day, either. For a few days now, she'd had the urge to suck his cock silently and casually, almost like she was an accessory for his cock while he did other things and went about his day. It was an attitude Astoria seemed to live by, and for the last few days, Narcissa had decided to follow her little sister's example.
It brought her more than just simple fun, too. This period of frequent sucking had done quite a bit to sharpen her cocksucking skills, and those improved skills had in turn helped with the fun. It was incredibly fun to be able to use her mouth and her tongue to make him react the way Astoria always could. Daphne couldn't bring those sorts of reactions out of him as consistently as her sister could, but she was improving quickly. Over the last few days, she had become confident that she would be able to match Narcissa's skill if this period of consistent practice could continue for a bit longer. Maybe she wouldn't ever be able to suck his cock like Astoria could, but her improvements were something she took great pride in.
Harry shuddered and moaned loudly as she headed down to suck on his balls. Daphne looked up at him from her position on her knees beside him on the couch, with his massive cock towering over her and almost blocking her view of his handsome face. It was a reminder of how huge his cock was. Such a daunting obstruction shouldn't even be real, but it was, and she couldn't get enough of it.
She licked and kissed her way back up his cock, earning more moans from him. "Fuck, Daph, so good," he praised. "Come here." She tried to shake her head, wanting to stay where she was, but he was having none of it. "I said come here, witch."
There was no arguing from her when he growled like that, nor would she want to. It was like he read her mind as she thought about what had gotten her so excited, and he'd then used that mindreading ability to say exactly what she needed to hear to ignite her arousal so it burned as hot as Fiendfyre.
He grabbed her waist and flipped her body upside down, and she found her knees suddenly on his shoulders as he dove in with his tongue. Daphne, not wanting to be left behind, swallowed his cock in to the hilt in this exciting and fun new position. It was only after her fearless deep swallow that she realized how difficult it was going to be to get up from this position without the use of her hands.
It seemed that Harry realized it too, because when she used her hands to push herself back up, he laughed and roughly yanked her hands behind her back. "No, none of that," he said. "Be a good slut and do it properly." She fell down onto his cock with a squeal, just barely managing to avoid gagging uncontrollably and perhaps even suffering an even more embarrassing outcome, as opposed to the more pleasant shrieks of delight that she was currently enjoying.
Even with her near-miss, she was still barely conscious as her orgasm rolled over her. It sapped everything out of her, leaving her with literally no hope of getting up or pulling back on her own so long as he had her hands pinned behind her back. Her legs weren't going to be any use with how badly they were shaking, and now her orgasm had her screaming in ecstasy even with his cock practically reaching her stomach. This was the best and the longest she'd ever taken all of his cock, and it wasn't close. There could be very unsexy consequences if he got so lost in enjoying using her that he forgot to pull back, but in the moment, Daphne wouldn't have cared. Her body shook with such bliss that any price that needed to be paid for it would be worth it.
Ultimately, of course, there was nothing to worry about. Whether Daphne lost control of her self-preservation instincts or not, Harry could always be counted on to pay attention to her needs. He let her stay down long enough to experience her unbelievable orgasm while his cock was down her throat, slowly easing off of the licking and snakelike hissing into her pussy that had been so vital to her pleasure. Then he pulled her off just in time, understanding where her physical limits were and not allowing her to cross them. She let out a breathless scream as he flipped her over and shoved his cock inside of her. Daphne nearly passed out from the attempt to scream while she didn't yet have the proper air to do so, but she held on just barely.
Harry stared at her while her body seized the chance to finally suck in some air, and he did not yet fuck her hard enough to give her something to gasp about. "You're so bloody amazing," he said, grinning at her. "I don't think you'll be upset by me telling you that I could have easily mistaken you for Astoria a minute ago."
Daphne let out a tired giggle. "I'm the exact opposite of upset. That's a massive compliment."
"And one that you earned," he replied. "You've been insatiable lately, Daph."
Daphne tried to nod, but he chose that moment to speed up and fuck her harder, accurately judging that she had recovered enough that she was ready for this. She clung to him desperately. "Fuck, yes!" she howled. "You finally aren't worrying about things you don't need to worry about, and oh fuck, fuck, we are all so bloody excited about it!"
"Or maybe I've just seen what I needed to see, and I know I don't need to worry about you," he responded with a chuckle. He started to suck on her collarbone while he fucked her, and Daphne shrieked with delight.
"Don't care why!" she cried out. "Whatever it is; just don't change a fucking thing!"
"Are you asking me not to change a thing in how I'm acting, or not to change a thing in how I'm fucking you right now?" Harry's smile suggested that he knew the answer, but she would give him an enthusiastic answer regardless.
"Both!" she screamed, just as her body exploded in another orgasm. When she came around again afterwards, she shook her head faintly with a whine. "You said I was amazing, but I've cum twice in such a short time. But I worked for ages, and you're still not there."
Harry sped up, slamming into her and laying flush against her body. He moaned into her ear, and it was about as erotic a sound as she could ever remember him making.
"Daphne," he moaned, and he sounded so aroused and so pleased that she felt a great deal of pride flow through her. That she could make the man she loved so much feel this good by doing nothing other than taking it was immensely gratifying. Took it she did, and she was as proud as ever as he moaned again and followed her over the edge. He filled her to the brim and then some with his seed before finally slowing down to catch his breath.
"Okay, I believe you now," she said during the pause.
"I should hope so," he said, giving her a wry smile. "I'm bloody dizzy after how hard I just came."
Daphne grinned, loving to hear him say that, and loving it even more because she could tell he meant it. "Well, now you know how we feel every time you make us cum."
Deciding he'd had enough of a pause, Harry slowly began to pick up speed again. "Well then, let's see if I can make you feel that way a few more times before we need to go to work," he said. "Maybe we can aim for an even half dozen in total?"
Daphne writhed on the couch and moaned as he pushed her legs higher and wider. He not only returned to the same speed he'd reached while fucking her before; he went even faster. She'd cum twice so far, so if he was to hit his target of six, he would need to get her off four more times. That would be four times in the approximately twenty minutes they had left before they had to get off this couch and go about their day. Daphne had no doubt that he would do it, but she knew it was going to come with a price. It would leave her as little more than a brain-dead, well-fucked husk throughout the day.
It was definitely a price she would pay happily.
--
Narcissa smiled brightly, soaking in the feelings of love and affection. She'd long since accepted that she was always going to feel like a young witch deep in the throes of new love each time any of her girlfriends, and definitely each time her boyfriend, embraced her.
She'd certainly expected that Harry would show up at some point during Valentine's Day. But while a day as filled with romance and extravagant shows of love as Valentine's Day was something that many witches looked forward to all year long, for her it almost felt like any other day. It was her first Valentine's Day with him, but she was lucky enough to have girlfriends and a boyfriend who expressed their love daily. And she knew all of the others were feeling the same way. None of them had to force out shows of affection or wait for this one special day to express their love, because each one of them gave it and received it on a daily basis.
Ironically, this made Valentine's Day feel a bit lackluster in some senses. But that was a feeling Narcissa would take a hundred times out of a hundred, because the everyday life they shared was the dream. And Harry holding her in his arms like this was a dream she got to enjoy every single day.
"How was your morning, love?" he asked, kissing her behind the ear. She turned in his arms and gave him a loving kiss.
"Boring," she murmured after pulling back. "But that was a good thing. If it had been exciting, that would have meant there were problems that I needed to deal with."
He smiled. "Well, I guess I'm glad you had a boring morning, then. As weird as that feels to say." Narcissa laughed and kissed him again.
Eventually they pulled back, and she gave him an expectant look. "Yes, the morning was boring and uneventful. But you're about to make sure I can't say the day was boring, or so I hope."
"As if you even needed to ask," he said while tugging her dress up over her head. He kissed her neck, and she was so distracted that she didn't even notice him removing her bra. His voice went husky as he got deeper into making her day anything but boring. "I believe it's a Valentine's Day tradition that the Lady Black screams the Lord Black's name until she's had so many orgasms that her body isn't able to manage any more."
"Oh, is that written down somewhere in the archives?" Narcissa said playfully, giddily, feeling even more like a young girl in love for the first time. "I must have missed that document."
"Not yet," he replied. "But I'll make sure to write it down formally as soon as I'm done establishing the tradition with you here. All of the old traditions stunk, so we're going to need to create a bunch of new ones, starting right now."
"I think that's a lovely idea, My Lord," she purred as he picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She laughed as he tossed her down onto the bed.
"Spread your legs, now," he growled, sounding very much like a lord come to claim his lady. "You're not getting this cock until I've had my fun." Narcissa shivered violently as he started tugging her knickers off and kissing her inner thighs once they were out of the way. Yes, her day was turning out to be anything but boring. It was no wonder that she felt the way she did. She really did have the best boyfriend ever.
--
Daphne felt her smile grow even larger on her face, which really shouldn't have been possible with how huge it had been already. She had to look like a bloody fool, and she didn't care. Gabrielle had tried to hide how much she wanted them to attend the Valentine's Day gala at Hogwarts, but the little veela's excitement when they walked in had given her away. The gala was open to Hogwarts alumni, and they could also bring one guest should they desire, obviously to allow for spouses or significant others who they'd met from outside Hogwarts.
As far as Daphne and the others were aware, Gabi's only notable social issues at Hogwarts had come from one particular group of witches in her same year. The group's bullying took the form of telling anyone who would listen that Gabrielle wasn't a real girlfriend for the famous Harry Potter, but instead just an amusement. They'd even whispered that she could be a live-in pet veela he and his lovers might keep around later, but she would never be an actual girlfriend.
Gabi assured them that everyone in the school knew it was ridiculous, but it still obviously bothered her a bit because it played directly on her insecurities over what would become of her as she sank deeper into her submissive nature. And knowing that Gabi still felt those insecurities, regardless of trying to put on a brave face, meant that it was never an option for them not to attend the gala.
They'd decided to make it a surprise, however, and it had been worth it once they saw how excited their veela lover had gotten when they waked in. Gabi's excitement had only been partially diminished when she'd said that she would have to sit with her fellow students, while the alumni would be at tables of their own. Naturally, she would have much preferred to sit with her lovers and was disappointed to have to tell them that she wouldn't be able to.
But Harry had already taken care of that. He'd talked to McGonagall ahead of time to make sure there wouldn't be any issues with her breaking protocol and sitting with them, just in case someone who was either jealous of Gabrielle for being with Harry, or bigoted against her for being a veela (or both) decided to make things awkward. Once Harry informed Gabi that everything had been taken care of and she would be sitting with them, she'd become as animated as they'd ever seen her. That animated excitement had gone on uninterrupted for two consecutive hours now; with the adorable veela babbling on excitedly about what she'd been up to and listening intently to the stories her lovers told her about their own good times at Hogwarts. Daphne loved seeing her like this.
Harry pecked Daphne on the top of her head and squeezed her tighter to him, almost tripping up Gabi in the process as she was in front of and partially between them. With her arm draped over the veela's shoulder, Daphne reached her hand in and lightly brushed her fingers across that perfect jaw line. The lovely veela gave an equally lovely shiver at the touch, her latest story about a broom race getting lost as she focused more on her mistress.
Narcissa laughed from the far side, where she was pressed tightly against Astoria, who in turn was squished between Harry and her big sister. Their group started drawing attention as they stepped through the doors and approached the Great Hall, and Gabi's sudden change in demeanor and the quieting of her voice was a stark difference from the animated angel they'd spent the last two hours with.
That just wouldn't do at all. Daphne slipped away from Harry to tug the little veela back securely between them, and she took Gabi's hand and interlaced their fingers. Harry, either seeing what she was doing or reaching the same conclusion at the same time she had, held Gabi's other hand just as tightly. Her master and mistress holding her hands had a visibly calming effect on Gabi, and the unspoken assurance of how they viewed her and what she meant to them also brought back the confidence and the excitement that had wavered for a brief moment.
Harry kissed Astoria on the top of her head, and then did the same to Gabi. "You're ours," he whispered to Gabrielle. "You're mine. And don't you ever think that you're going to wind up anywhere but right at our sides. That's where we all need you to be, little princess."
Gabrielle snuggled into him, content and uncaring of what anyone else thought. Daphne squished into her, mirroring their girlfriends on Harry's other side, and he gave her a brief peck on the lips. Narcissa pouted and stuck her lips out, demanding the same, and Harry laughed at her before giving her what she wanted. Astoria, naturally, got one as well.
The five of them stepped into the Great Hall, and Daphne saw four rather unremarkable Hogwarts-aged witches seated at a table and looking their way unhappily. Daphne knew that two of them were heiresses who belonged to houses that wished they were notable and liked to pretend that they held power. That group of four had to be the ones who had been trying to embarrass Gabi.
Surely it was just down to jealousy, and it was a rather unremarkable school-age thing really. But the fact that it bothered Gabrielle even slightly meant that it bothered all of them too. They'd all noted that they should make sure that no jealous people had even the slightest room to work with in trying to spread nonsense about her. The way rumors worked, such rubbish could take hold and spread quickly if given a chance, however unlikely it might seem that anyone would be stupid enough to take on one or even all of them. Being proactive was the answer.
"Their parents are all pains in the arse, too," Harry muttered under his breath. "I should have guessed whose kids would be behind this."
Daphne laughed lightly. "I was just thinking the same," she agreed.
"Honestly, though," Astoria piped up. Narcissa said nothing, but her contemplative smile said more than enough. Daphne was very well aware of how a schemer like Narcissa would choose to approach this issue. Saying she would take vengeance or get revenge on them would be excessive; ultimately, this was a rather minor thing. But that wouldn't stop the Lady Black from giving them all some frustration the next time their families had to deal with any business that was connected in any way to the growing Black Family empire.
Astoria had much less subtle ideas in mind, but a stern look from Harry stopped whatever it was that she might have done. Whatever it was would have probably been entertaining to watch, but it was for the best for Gabi that they not openly confront them like that, even if Astoria wouldn't have gone beyond some verbal insults.
Their group approached the table, and the eyes of the witches in question as well as their parents did not move off of them. Daphne gave Gabi a brief peck, while Harry looked up towards the staff table.
"I should probably go say hello to McGonagall before she gets grumpy," he said. "Would you come keep me company, princess? She'll be nicer to me if you're there."
Gabi took his hand eagerly, and the others smiled as they watched the two slowly walk away towards the head table. She was blushing and looking so proud to be holding his hand as he led her through the crowd, and she looked adorable.
--
"I'm going to give you what you want," Harry said as he broke the kiss with Astoria. "But you have to agree to accept however many I can bring myself to give you, love. Don't you dare push for more. I won't punish you if you do, because it isn't something you can trade for punishment. If you push for more than I'm willing to give you, we will never do this again, no matter how hard you try to convince me. Am I clear?"
Astoria shivered, eyes as wide as saucers as she stared at him. "You really mean it?" she whispered. "Yes, of course! I'll do whatever you say! Even if you only give me one orgasm, it'll be amazing! I won't push, sir; I promise!"
He patted her cheek firmly a few times, each pat feeling almost like a slap. "Then go get that whip," he said. "And you'd better not be lying about there being some serious protective charms on it. I will be checking, and if I don't like what I find, you'll go from getting what you want to getting tied up and denied. Lying will get you a month of watching while a toy works you up until you think you'll burst into flames, and you'll never get relief until I think you've learned your lesson, even if that means a month of you never even getting to suck my cock. But if you come clean now and admit that the charms aren't as safe as you've told me they are, we'll find one that does have the necessary protections in the future for us to use, and in the meantime, we'll find a different way to have fun tonight."
Astoria whimpered, hating even the thought of that punishment. She knew he was completely serious about it and would follow through on it if she was lying. But she didn't answer him, because she knew that she didn't have anything to be punished for. She hurried off to get the whip, knowing that the charms were very real. She flew right by the other three witches, seeing her sister and Narcissa sharing an amused look with each other as she shot by them. Obviously they knew what was coming. It was no wonder that they'd taken Gabi off by themselves once they got home from dinner.
She paused on the way out. "Are you going to watch?" she asked.
"That's up to you, Stori," her sister said. "Are you saying we can't?"
"No," Astoria said quickly. "Please watch." Narcissa laughed and motioned with her finger for Astoria to keep moving. Astoria raced off to do just that, grabbing the whip and hurrying back so quickly that by the time the other girls arrived, she'd already made it back down the stairs and Harry was finishing his inspection of the whip so he could be sure that it had all of the protective charms she'd insisted it did.
With a casual motion from his hand, Harry had her dangling by the wrists, her toes barely able to touch the floor beneath her. She felt like she could have cum just from the sight of the whip unfurling and touching the floor while in his hand. Her own knickers were roughly stuffed into her mouth and then stuck in place, and she was then staring right at Narcissa, Daphne and Gabrielle.
They looked just as anxious and worried as Harry did, so obviously none of them thought this fantasy was something she could ever actually enjoy. Whips were torture devices; they were far more painful than anything else they'd ever used during their play. But Astoria had no doubts. She knew she would enjoy this. She didn't expect to be able to take many lashes from it before she broke, but she still knew that she would enjoy every one of them.
"I'm thinking three," Harry said, his voice soft and even a bit hesitant. "But it could be just one for all I know; we'll see what happens. Now gather yourself." Astoria nodded, and she heard him muttering something under his breath. It had to be him reminding himself that this was something she dearly wanted, in order to force himself to actually do it,
Her world went white and her ears rang when the whip landed. She had never felt pain like it before. She'd felt worst physical pain, but this was the worst pain she'd felt that had also aroused her at the same time. And she was indeed aroused. She may have even cum without even realizing it.
When she came around, she heard Daphne's voice. "Did she piss herself, or did she cum?" Her sister couldn't have been far away at all, but Astoria's head was spinning so much that it sounded as if she was on the other side of a quidditch pitch.
Narcissa laughed, and as Astoria blinked away some of the blurriness, she could see that Narcissa no longer looked worried. "We both know the answer to that," the Lady Black said.
"My sister is a lunatic," Daphne muttered, shaking her head. "But I can't deny that it was very erotic, albeit in a very Astoria sort of way.
"Indeed," Narcissa breathed, her eyes never leaving Astoria's face.
Then Harry was in front of her, reaching to pull the knickers out of her mouth. "I think that's all I can stomach for today," he said.
"It was so perfect," she babbled. "Thank you so much. Can I--"
She shrieked as everything changed. The bindings disappeared, she was slammed up against the wall, and Harry's huge cock was splitting her open from behind.
"I'm going to break you now, slut," he said, choking her for good measure. "And believe me when I say that you'd better brace yourself, because those three have all been told only to watch. They're not going to play with each other, because I'm going to give you what you always beg for, and I need to trust that things won't go too far when I give in."
Astoria shivered, her vision going blurry again as the wall rattled and shook as he started to pound her. She realized then that he really was letting go and giving in, just like he said. He may not actually be able to easily notice the full extent to which he'd broken her. That was why he'd asked them to keep their hands off of each other and just look out in case they needed to step in.
She came barely a minute into the fucking, almost purely from the excitement. To think that she'd woken up thinking that there was no way possible for today to be any better than their usual amazing days. As it turned out, she had to yet again face the fact that Harry could somehow always find a way to make things even more special, no matter how impossible that might seem.
--
"It's happening soon," Harry said, patting Aella on the arse. "And no, I'm still not going to tell you anything about it. But I will let you choose how you interact with them. Do you want to be in a more dominant role with the two of them, or do you want to have fun being on their side of things?"
"You're only talking about how I am with them specifically, I presume?" she asked quietly.
Harry nodded. "Yes. But if you do want to try and be on top with me for once, in more than just the physical sense, you know I'd oblige you. But unless I'm wrong, and you asked that question just now because you want to try it and couldn't figure out how to tell me, I'm pretty sure we both know how lost you'd be in that role with me." He let out a little laugh. "Honestly, talking about it kind of makes me want to see you try it, if only because of how entertaining it would be to watch you squirm."
"I'm not hinting at it, believe me," she said, giggling. "I have no doubt that you're right, and I would never be able to take that role with you, even just as roleplay."
"That's what I thought," Harry said, chuckling. "You'd never be able to make it work for me no matter how hard you tried. How can you really dominate a man when you're overjoyed to have him own you like a piece of property, and get even more excited when he uses you like you're below even that?" What could Aella do but whimper and pant when he said something like that?
"But I think you've earned the chance to try it out with those two, if you want it," he said. His voice was far too casual after what he'd said just moment earlier. "And if that is what you want, I suggest you take this chance. Pansy might be happy to always submit if you want her to. She seems equally happy in either role. But I think Hermione will eventually bounce back a bit and struggle for control with whatever witch is attempting to dominate her. Someone like Narcissa or Daphne might have some fun with her trying to take the control out of their hands, but I'm not sure if you would want to be in that position."
"Do you think she'll resist you?" Aella asked.
Harry chuckled, clearly finding the idea amusing. "She tried at the start, weakly, and I'm sure she'll try often enough in the future. But Hermione's smart; I'm sure she knows that her place is never going to change with me. I do think that she'll want to see if she can take control away from any of you that I allow to take my place in dominating them."
"That makes sense," she said, nodding. "I think I want to explore being in a more dominant role with them, if possible. It would be nice to be the one in control for a change. I'm not sure how it'll go, but--"
"Relax," Harry said, patting her on the arse. Then his hands moved to her clothing, and he began to undress her. "There's no need for you to explain. Astoria feels the same way, and she's felt it in the past too. And you know how much she loved to submit. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see things from the other side once in a while." She nodded, moaning as his hands casually groped her now exposed breasts and he kissed her neck from behind.
"Wait," she said suddenly. He paused in kissing her neck. "Otherwise I'll forget, and I should ask before anything starts." He waited expectantly, but she floundered. "Fuck, I don't know how to say it. Uh…"
Harry waited a beat more, and when she still couldn't get it out, he smiled and decided to help her along. "Just ask, you silly girl. You're seconds away from losing the chance, because I'm seconds away from ravaging you."
"Edmund was a bit jealous," she finally blurted out. "Not that it's an issue, of course. But the truth is that the jealously has nothing to do with you, at least not directly. He's mildly put out that Apolline won't be joining us for the foreseeable future, and even though we all rationally understand it, it was still disappointing when Hermione and Pansy decided to back out of the original idea. We have a tradition where we invite another witch to join us on his birthday, and so I was hoping it would be okay with you if we asked them."
Harry shook his head with a little chuckle, but his face turned surprisingly serious given the moment. "I have no issue with it, Aella. But have you really thought about how it went the last time that they tried to play around with a man they don't know that well? Considering what happened with Sebastian, do you really think it's a good idea to ask them for that, or that they will agree if you do? You haven't even been with them like that. Even if we were to assume that Hermione finds Edmund attractive, which is perfectly plausible, she still doesn't know him that well. They're more acquaintances than anything else, and that's your biggest issue. They didn't back out of playing with the Delacours because there was anything wrong with Sebastian physically; they did it because they don't know him. And after how awkwardly it went last time, I seriously doubt they'll try it with him again in the future, even if they do get to know him better as a person. If you try and move that fast, I think you'll end up in the same position."
Aella nodded, sighing. "I see what you mean." It would have made for an exciting birthday, but Harry was right.
"Hey, don't look so down," Harry said with a grin. "They didn't have a natural avenue to get to know Sebastian, but fate just might be on your side there. Hermione had this idea to develop a portable mini-floo; sort of a variation of a muggle telephone, if you're familiar with those. She didn't have the time to devote to developing the complex combination of charms that would be necessary to make it work, but Daphne was able to convince a colleague of hers to let her use some research she'd done previously. With some small tweaks, it should be viable."
"That's very interesting," Aella said honestly. "But where does Edmund come into play with this?"
"Well, Hermione needs the aid of someone with a breadth of enchanting knowledge," Harry explained. "But she'll also need to start thinking about the eventual registration of the product. Narcissa has already admitted that she doesn't have much expertise there, because she hasn't had intimate involvement in that sort of process yet. But Edmund obviously has plenty of experience there, given his economic investments."
"And if he offers to help her, they'll be working closely together," Aella said, understanding what Harry was suggesting. "She'll get to know him better, and it would even be in a role as a sort of older, more experienced mentor." She started to get excited, imagining how well a dynamic like that would play into bringing fantasies to life.
"Now you're getting it," Harry said, smiling while using his hands on her arse to drag her closer. His face got serious again. "But take this piece of advice: don't move too quickly, and don't try to push for anything unless you're sure that Hermione actually wants you to push for it. I think the only way it could evolve beyond simple business aid is if Hermione comes to that conclusion without you pushing for it."
"So, you'd be okay with it, if it does go that way?" she asked, wanting to be absolutely sure that things weren't going to get complicated between her and Harry if this did work out.
"If Hermione and Pansy get there and make that decision, yes, I'd be okay with it," he said, continuing to grope her bum.
"Will you offer Edmund's help to Hermione for me?" she asked.
"Actually, I don't think me initiating it directly would be the best idea," he said, seemingly thinking out loud. "Considering the power dynamic those two share with me, they might feel like I'd be pushing them into doing something they truly aren't ready for, and that's not how I want them to feel at all. If anything does happen, I want it to be their choice. I'll make sure to bring up Hermione's need for assistance while you're around, but that's it. There will be no pressuring, suggesting or coercing from anyone, including you, at least not until you're confident that the idea is starting to develop naturally with Hermione and Pansy."
"Understood," Aella said. She would respect his wishes and only push for something when and if it became clear that Hermione and Pansy already had interest developing.
"Honestly, if you can keep it in your pants and just let Hermione get to know Edmund, I like your chances," Harry said. "Seeing how they act with me, and knowing how they both are, I think they're both going to take to the idea well once they get to know him a little better. It'll play straight into their own fantasies. But it'll only work if they're comfortable with whoever is involved. The trust has to be there, and that's not something you can just make happen."
She nodded, and then giggled at the situation. "We've invited witches to join us in bed for many years now; probably for as long as you've been alive, or close enough. And yet you're the one lecturing me on the right way to do it."
"I just happen to know these two witches very well," he replied, smiling. "Now, enough talking. I've decided I'm going to pit you in the same role as those two. You'll thank me when you realize it will only help your chances at getting what you want one day. Daphne or Narcissa will let you know what you're doing when they're ready. Now, strip and kneel. It's time for you to show me how thankful you are that I decided to help you, so be a good slutty wife."
She blushed, but she did as she was told. She was grateful to him, but she did it mostly because she loved to do it for him.
--
"You've been making your master feel like a king, little princess," Harry murmured into Gabi's ear while he grabbed her arse. "Now your master is going to reward you while the others play." She looked up at him, opening her mouth to reply, but he gave her a spank on the bum. "Ah, we both know what you were going to say. But if you really want to make your master happy, you'll accept that making him happy also involves letting him reward you, little princess. That's what a real relationship like ours involves. If it didn't, it wouldn't be any better than what those veela from the enclave want to put you through, would it?"
She nodded quickly, his words helping her to accept it. It surprised her that he could satisfy her desire to submit to her master by giving her a reward, but that was exactly what he'd just accomplished in a few short words.
It was exciting to think about. Being rewarded for being a good girl, and feeling content to be rewarded rather than feeling like she needed to submit more to him to prove she deserved it, meant that she might be able to live the life she wanted. She thought about how she wanted her life and her relationship to be like while she was free from her veela urges, and her master seemed determined to give it all to her.
He scooped her up into his strong arms and took her into the bedroom, wherein he stripped her down and placed her face-down on the bed. He must have stripped himself as well while she couldn't see, because his cock brushed against her as he knelt above her legs. Her master leaned forward, and it pressed into her.
"Aella, Hermione and Pansy will be providing a spa day for the others," he said. "It's a unique one that involves a form of relaxation that can't be purchased. But you're not getting left out, because I'll be providing the same to you, here and now. It's been a bit too long since we've had some time alone that's not spent in my office. Being with you in my office is always wonderful, of course. But it's not quite the same as this, is it?"
"It isn't, sir!" Gabi moaned as his hands started to apply the lotion and massage her shoulders.
"This is your reward, little princess. You decide if you want to talk, or just silently enjoy it."
--
Daphne moaned and pulled Hermione's hair, doing her best to stop herself from getting too rough with the lovely brunette. Hermione didn't deserve to be used overly roughly; not after she'd just massaged her and pleased her so wonderfully. Daphne's mother Aella had done the same for Narcissa, and Pansy had taken care of Astoria.
Being Hermione's responsibility had gone perfectly as far as Daphne was concerned. Hermione had done her nails and toenails after the massage and the licking, and once she'd finished with her nails, she'd gone right back to using her tongue to bring Daphne great pleasure.
She'd enjoyed having Hermione at her beck and call for today's special spa day. Any order she'd given, Hermione had obeyed, just as Daphne's mum was doing for Narcissa and Pansy was doing for Astoria. But for Hermione, such a subservient role was not natural.
That made it all the better to have Hermione service her. She'd done as she was told, showing just how important it was to her that she continue to be granted access to Harry's cock. Daphne would have allowed that to continue happening regardless. She knew how much Harry enjoyed playing with his best friend, and it was also incredibly amusing for her to watch.
She wouldn't let Hermione or Pansy know that though; having them offer a gesture of thanks like this every so often was worth far too much for her to give it up so freely. Besides, they were fucking her boyfriend. It was only fair that they paid her, and also Astoria and Narcissa, for that great privilege!
"Good girl!" Daphne exclaimed as Hermione made her cum hard. The brunette blushed at the words, clearly still not used to being in this position of submitting to another woman. Daphne would make sure that she got used to it. "Now, it's time for dinner. Once the others are finished, you three can go and prepare to serve us. After that's done, we'll reward you for behaving like good girls. That's all assuming that you can behave and show us that you deserve it, of course."
This brought an even deeper blush from Hermione, and Daphne grinned. More mundane, everyday tasks like this one were the best part for Daphne, because Hermione was clearly resisting things like this more than she did with the more sexual tasks. Submitting sexually excited Hermione, even if she wasn't used to it. Effectively working like a servant, preparing their meals, serving them, pampering them and the like did not offer any excitement or satisfaction for Hermione, but she obeyed nevertheless. It excited Daphne every bit as much as she'd hoped it would.
After their three temporary submissive servants had left to prepare to serve them, Daphne looked over at Cissa and Stori. "I owe you two for making this happen, even if you say I don't," she said. They both laughed and walked towards her quickly so they could kiss while they waited for their food.
--
A little over a week after returning from her submissive spa trip, Hermione squealed, shrieked and sobbed while kicking her legs wildly. She was over Harry's lap, just as she was just about every day, and not once had he been merciful towards her. Every spanking was very real and not at all for show. That was exciting for her, as it really did feel like he was in control over her and Pansy's sex life, but it also felt like he was her superior at work and was punishing her for every little moment or action she took that he didn't approve of. Hearing him list off specific moments where he felt she had been bossy or disrespectful in between spanks really drove home the punishment aspect and the authority he held over her, and Hermione would be lying if she said it didn't excite her.
"All done," he said, patting her burning arse cheek with his hand. "You've been better behaved lately, so you only got the hand today. But if you want to avoid being right back over my knee with that paddle in my hand, you should kneel down like a good girl and thank me properly. And you'd better put in just as much effort as I expect out of you; I don't care how much your arse is stinging."
Hermione scrambled down under his desk and got his cock out in record time. His hand was in her hair and he let out a content moan as she quickly began to suck him.
"That's a good girl," he said, stroking her hair. "Worship it. I'm finding time in my busy day to indulge you and your girlfriend because you can't even be trusted to manage your own sex life. I really do have to work harder than ever to make time for you, because I won't let this take even a second's worth of attention away from the many witches I love."
"Thank you!" Hermione said, right before taking his balls into her mouth and sucking on them. It was silly to act as if spanking her and having her suck his dick was something he didn't enjoy, but she did feel thankful regardless. And she knew that he wasn't lying about having to work hard to make time so he could indulge her and Pansy every day on top of everything else.
As soon as her mouth was off of his balls, he pulled her by the hair and forced her mouth back down on his cock. Panicking, Hermione slapped his thighs with her hands.
"Hands behind your back," he barked, not letting her up. "I told you that you'll get to learn to take all of my cock. Now relax and submit."
Hermione tried her hardest to do so, but when he got about two thirds of his cock inside, the panic, the lack of air and the pain of her throat being forced to stretch so wide got to be too much for her. She wildly squealed and gagged on his cock, and coughed up her saliva when he finally let her up.
"That was good," he said, patting her head. "You're learning, good girl." That simple praise set her on fire, and it made her dive down to try again without thinking. Harry's moan of appreciation made it more than worth the effort, and she sucked with everything that she had. It was difficult to swallow Harry, but just as her sore jaw was starting to feel like it would lock up before long, she managed to get him to cum. He pulled out of her mouth and sprayed his cum across her face. It was humiliating, and yet it made her feel like she was his object to use. He always had her feeling this way when she came to him in his office, and she loved it.
She knew to clean his cock up with her mouth, and she did so without needing to be told. When she reached his balls, he laughed. "Don't make a sound," he said. "I'll reward you if you can keep my balls in your mouth the whole time."
Hermione didn't know what he was talking about, but that didn't stop her from taking his balls into her mouth. Her eyes widened when she heard his office door open, and in her panic she nearly disobeyed him and took his balls out of her mouth. She heard the door close, and Harry locked and silenced it, but the footsteps that approached the desk made it clear that his visitor had entered rather than being sent away. By the sound of the heels, it was obviously a witch. But who? Whoever she was, Harry saw nothing wrong with letting her into his office while Hermione crouched below his desk with his balls in her mouth.
"Hello, Harry," a familiar feminine voice said. It was Aella Greengrass, who certainly knew something of what Hermione and Harry got up to in his office. Hermione had even been involved with the witch herself somewhat, though not directly. They'd both been naked servants together during that spa day though, so that bred a certain degree of familiarity.
Hermione quite liked Daphne and Astoria's mum. She was obviously a beautiful woman, and she also seemed quite intelligent, which of course was a quality Hermione greatly prized. She and Pansy had actually discussed playing around with her some, the spa day having really pushed things along in that direction. They were hopeful that Harry would make it happen soon.
Hermione had also been getting to know her husband better in the last week, because after hearing about Hermione's project, Aella had suggested that he would be able to offer assistance that no one else in her circle could. Hermione felt certain that Daphne had had something to do with that, having already helped so much.
She knew it was no small thing that Lord Greengrass was helping her, because he was nearly as busy as Harry was. He tried to act as if it was a small favor of no particular importance, but Hermione knew otherwise. Harry and Aella were chatting about something that Hermione couldn't quite follow, which seemed to her to be by design from listening to how vague Harry was being. She just sucked on his balls and did her best not to give herself away.
"So, I was thinking about Edmund's birthday some more," Aella said suddenly, changing the subject. Harry's hand suddenly grabbed onto Hermione's hair, making sure that she couldn't get his balls out of her mouth even if she wanted to.
"We already discussed this, Aella," Harry said, sounding legitimately annoyed.
"I know," she said quickly. "Let me talk, please. I was going to say that I think the most I can hope for, if Hermione does get comfortable enough with Edmund that she would be interested in playing with us, would be for us to do something similar to our spa trip last weekend. But only the more mundane parts of it, obviously. It would be too soon for anything else, and the last thing I want to do is try and push for more than she would be comfortable with."
While part of Hermione wanted to struggle until she got Harry's balls out of her mouth and could ask precisely what they were thinking of, another part of her didn't. She felt like she understood the basics of it, if not the specifics, and she wanted to hear Aella go into more detail without realizing she was there and speaking more carefully.
"Before dinner, I'm going to deal with this attitude of yours," Harry said. In one sentence, he'd just casually demonstrated to Hermione that his relationship with Aella worked exactly the way it had seemed to from the outside. "But since we've come this far, you might as well go on."
"Yes, sir," Aella said, obviously excited to have him speak to her that way. "I was thinking that, if they were comfortable enough that I felt like I could ask for it, they could just serve us while topless. That's it; they could keep everything else on, and there would be a strict 'no touching' policy. I really don't want to put them in a position like they were in when they tried to play around with Sebastian only to find that they weren't ready or comfortable. Not doing anything would be better than risking them becoming uncomfortable with Edmund, especially with how highly he's been praising Hermione over the last week."
"Do you mean genuine praise for her, or is it just him commenting on how nice her arse looks?" Harry asked. Hermione was positive that he was asking for her benefit, so she could hear what Lord Greengrass truly thought of her.
"It's been completely genuine, of course," Aella said seriously. "He doesn't even have the first clue that I'd like to arrange this as a special thing for his birthday. He just can't stop talking about how smart Hermione is, and how dedicated. He's truly excited to see what other ideas she's going to come up with in the future to better our society, and how she might be able to introduce some of the benefits and conveniences of muggle life into the magical world." She giggled. "It's been rather adorable to listen to him gush over her potential, honestly."
"I see," Harry said. "That's good to hear." Hermione would agree with that. Her shiver of excitement and pride at everything she'd just heard was something she was almost sure Harry had been able to feel. "Hermione and Pansy have been exploring different things, and clearly have some fantasies of their own. It would be a shame if that one awkward experience with Sebastian held them back from different things that they might enjoy. I won't stand in your way if this is something you want to bring up with them, but I'm going to stress that you need to be sure that they're comfortable with the specifics and are interested in trying it. They're not going to be made to feel as if this is something they need to do. If they do this with you, or anything else now or in the future, it needs to be because they want to."
"I agree completely," Aella said. She was obviously unaware that Hermione was under the desk and that Harry's words were meant just as much for her. Hermione could tell that she meant it and truly did agree with Harry about it needing to be her and Pansy's choice.
"Unfortunately, I don't have time to take a break currently," Harry said. "But I will be seeing you later. Make sure you have everything ready for me in your bedroom, and nowhere else."
Aella let out a little aroused squeal, and she must have then leaned over the desk to kiss Harry passionately. For his part, Harry never let go of Hermione's hair even as he kissed his girlfriend's mother. What an interesting life her best friend led!
He only let go of her hair after Aella had left his office, by which point Hermione was slobbering and drooling after having had his balls in her mouth for so long without a break. "You know, I was going to ask how you felt about that," he said after allowing her to finally remove his balls from her mouth. "But considering you look to be a minute or two at most away from breaking the rules I have you under and rubbing out an orgasm, I think we both know the answer already."
She blushed, pulling her hand up from where it had been rubbing her clit. She hadn't even realized she'd been doing it, but she opened her mouth obediently while Harry dragged her up and positioned her over his cock again.
"You haven't said a word," he pointed out, amused. "That's very unlike you, Hermione." He didn't push her to swallow his cock down for the second time.
"What do you want me to say?" she asked quietly, looking up at him. "That the idea excites me? That Edmund has been a complete gentleman—intelligent, knowledgeable and completely in control when he took the lead, offered his expertise and guided me towards the best way to proceed? That he clearly ticks every box in that fantasy, and that it's even more exciting knowing that he's Daphne and Astoria's father? That Pansy and I have already discussed how we want to fuck Aella, and this just adds on to that?"
"Okay, okay, I get it," Harry said, laughing. "Merlin, you're really into this fantasy, aren't you? For the record, I knew the last one was true already, but I'd hope you already knew that, since Pansy mentioned it to my girlfriends while you were there." Hermione groaned and shook her head. "Don't be disobedient. I might be in control of what you and Pansy get up to, but I'll let you enjoy yourselves however you want; you know that. If that means jumping in with both feet and exploring this right away, go for it. If it means you want to be cautious and approach it step by step, you should do that. You should have several more meetings before his birthday, so you'll have plenty of time for you and Pansy to decide what you are and are not comfortable with by then."
Hermione gulped, feeling something very different about this compared to what they'd tried with Gabrielle's father. It wasn't the dynamic between her and Pansy that caused the difference, either.
"Now, I dismissed Aella and made her wait until later, even though she was clearly hoping to have some fun during lunch," Harry said. "We both know I did that because you want to stay down there for a bit longer, but she is exceptional with her mouth. So, you'd better do a very good job sucking my cock. If you do, I'll let you and Pansy come in together at lunchtime tomorrow, and I'll give you both a spanking and a shag."
It would never cease to be humiliating that she found it so exciting to be fucked as a reward for being obedient and being trained according to his preferences, but at this point there was no denying how much she loved it. She'd probably beg him for more if he tried to put a stop to it. It helped that she trusted him. He was her best friend, and thinking back to their failed attempt to fool around with Sebastian, maybe he was a better judge of what she and Pansy would actually enjoy, and what worked better as just a fantasy.
She swallowed his cock, pleased that he let her suck it without actively taking charge. Then she was humiliated all over again when she realized he was working while she sucked his cock. And he was legitimately working, not just pretending to do so in order to play around with her.
Her pride wouldn't' stand for that. She started to fuck her own face, pushing past her limits so she could take his mind off of his work. It took her going again even after gagging and dry heaving, but she did get him to stop working and smirk down at her. He definitely knew what he was doing, and she closed her eyes and groaned, mortified at having been played so easily.
"Now that you've proven that you have been holding back, and you can come close to giving me a passable blowjob after all, you don't get to go back," he said. "This is the new bare minimum, and failing to reach it will be something you regret, I promise. You'll need to work hard every time you're on your knees, for Pansy's sake as well as your own. But if you learn this as quickly as you learn everything else, I'll give you and Pansy a reward once you get as good as she is."
--
"It's not like you to share, love," Narcissa said with a laugh.
"I suppose not," Harry agreed. "But they aren't my girlfriends, and I did promise them that I'd be a master who controlled their sex life for the better. That was never about denying them anything. I just said I'd make sure they made choices that were less likely to blow up in their faces, like the disaster with Sebastian did. Besides, even I have limits, and we all have limited time. Not being their only outlet for satisfaction seems appropriate, because I'm sure none of you want me to be fully booked up."
"No, definitely not," Narcissa agreed. "We need some time in our calendar freed up to have some spontaneous fun, if the urge strikes us. You never know what could pop into our heads at any moment."
"Definitely true," he agreed.
"Now tell me, what does all of this mean where Aella is concerned?" Narcissa asked. "If this works out the way she wants, and Edmund has more fun, does that mean you'll finally start acting more like how we've always told you to with her? She was the one who decided to rub it in his face when he walked in on you two, so I think it's rather clear that she wants you to." She expected the usual reaction from Harry; maybe a roll of his eyes and then a denial. But he surprised her by smirking instead.
"I didn't miss any of that," he said. "Nor did I miss when she told you four that it was the best sex she and Fleur had ever had with Edmund. So perhaps I will, should things work out."
"Now that sounds just like a Lord Black should sound," she purred, making him laugh.
"Hopefully I don't inherit all of the traits that the recent Lords Black displayed," he said.
"No, I think you're safe from that, love," she said with a grin. "But indulge yourself in that one, at least. Indulge us, if the opportunity arises. I don't think it could be any clearer that those two are very secure in what they have. It won't be anything like what happened with Apolline and Sebastian."
"You're right, as always," Harry said. He removed her blouse and started to fondle her breasts. "Now enough talk about them. I want to make you scream my name until you're hoarse."