"I'm not worried about it," Harry said, shrugging. "I don't know why you guys are acting like it's a big deal."
"You just told us that Draco triggered the country's wards," Hermione said sharply. "I thought you had it set up so that if he did that, rather than finding some way past them, he'd be transported to a holding cell! I still don't know how he didn't--"
"You don't know something?" Harry said lightly. "Now that's something for me to worry about. Are you feeling okay, Hermione?" He looked around the room at everyone else in the sitting room at Greengrass Manor. "Has it been an hour since Hermione's had a drink? Maybe this is really an impostor using polyjuice potion."
Hermione fixed him with an angry glare. "This is not something to joke about, Harry. Don't interrupt me unless you're going to say something worth listening to!"
"I'll remind you that you interrupted me before I got more than my first sentence out, and you got everyone all worked up from there," Harry said calmly. "And by the way, I'll see you upstairs in Daphne's old room after we've finished with this, since it seems like you need to be reminded of how you're expected to behave in private, Miss Granger." Hermione blushed, but he could see his stubborn best friend wanted to continue arguing. Before she could get it out, Pansy giggled beside her and put her hand on her shoulder.
"Don't make it worse on your amazing arse, love, unless that's what you're in the mood for tonight," Pansy said. "Look at everyone else here with us. Do they seem worried?" Hermione looked around at the calm faces surrounding her, seeing that Harry's deliberate choice to be casual and lighthearted in informing them had set everyone else at ease, as opposed to her who had only gotten more worked up by it. She finally shook her head.
"No," Pansy said, smiling at her after she'd admitted it. "So maybe you should let him finish." Hermione's shoulders sagged a bit as the self-righteous anger faded.
"Thanks, Pansy," Harry said, chuckling. "Now that you aren't yelling at me, Hermione, I can finish by explaining that I'm not worried because the wards aren't just one layer. There are multiple layers, because of course you can't have too many wards too close together, and you don't need to waste space with wards that repel wildlife from falsely triggering the inner wards. It was solely the outer wards that were triggered, and only for a second. Those wards are only for mild detection, and they're very easy to pass in comparison to the others. This is a positive thing, firstly because it suggests they're struggling to find ways to get in now that they're aware we know of the avenues they thought were hidden from us." Harry let his smile broaden as he looked around the room.
"But more importantly, they triggered the wards in the exact location we pinpointed as the likeliest place for them to be setting up camp. They were under the protection of a fidelius charm, as we expected. The lingering magic in the air confirmed that. And we set up some very mild monitoring charms on the other locations we marked as potential options for them to go to, and a few minutes after the wards were triggered, a burst of magic came from one of them. A squad of aurors went to investigate under invisibility cloaks, and there was nothing to be found there; not even wildlife."
"Meaning that they were there, under another fidelius," Daphne said, stating the clear conclusion.
"Right," Harry said. "So now, finally, I can say with full confidence that we're a step ahead of them, and I'm pretty sure they have no idea of it. We're working on our plan of action. But after tripping the wards and putting us on alert, they're not going to act for a few days. That gives us time to plan and means we don't need to worry about figuring it all out this weekend. We have them under our most discreet surveillance, so they're not going to move without us knowing. In the worst-case scenario, we can move in on them should they try anything."
"Worst case?" Edmund asked.
Harry nodded. "They're lingering in land that is technically the Netherlands, who won't extradite for any reason under their current minister. That makes it the worst case because we have international clearance to arrest them, but without extradition they would be tried under the IWC rather than being brought back here to be tried in our courts. I don't have any intention of letting that happen. Draco has crimes specific to magical Britain because he is technically still a Lord of the Wizengamot, meaning he has a duty to the country. Thanks to that, we're confident we can get him for treason once he's under veritaserum. He'll go to prison at a minimum, but I'd prefer for him to go through the veil. I won't tolerate even the slightest risk of him being able to make a nuisance of himself again in the future."
"You said plans are being formed," Edmund said, to which Harry nodded. "But none of us are naïve enough to think that you didn't spend all night last night making your plans."
Narcissa snickered. "Yes, you did shag us all hard enough that we passed out." Edmund sighed loudly enough to stop her from going into any more detail. He didn't much care about Narcissa being shagged to the point of passing out, but since both of his daughters were also included in that, it was perhaps more detail than he wished to hear. Daphne smiled and Astoria laughed outright, enjoying the moment.
"Guilty, to all of that," Harry said, smiling. "I'm still not sure what the most believable excuse is going to be to make it seem like it's not a trap, but I plan to make the wards vulnerable in a small, concentrated location, and ambushing them there. We've got a few fairly new tricks I don't expect them to know about which will restrict their ability to apparate or use any portkeys the moment they're within the country, so it seems like the best way to handle them if we can make it believable."
"I don't suppose you'd make a similar mistake and have the wards monitoring who enters the holding cells undergo a brief maintenance," Edmund said darkly, all humor from moments earlier gone.
Harry shook his head. "No. Tonks is adamant that not even I can be involved once they're in custody, and Malfoy himself will be held in a place under our own fidelius that only her and a few of our most trusted aurors will know the location of. Even if I wanted to let you take matters into your own hands with that prick, it's out of my control."
"Oh, is it really?" Daphne said, snorting. "As if you couldn't figure out where he was and strip the wards down for us."
Harry looked at his girlfriend in amusement. "I'm glad you don't think I'm some kind of God only when we're in bed, love." Edmund gave another groan, and Harry laughed. "Despite what you think, I'm not. My power isn't limitless, you know."
"That isn't a denial," Astoria muttered. "It's just an avoidance."
Harry sighed. "Fine. I probably could do that, if it came down to it," he admitted. "But honestly, I don't want to. Tempting as it is to squeeze the life out of that ferret myself, I don't want that kind of blood on any of our hands. If it must happen, the blood will be on my hands." Edmund cleared his throat and gave him a serious look. Harry felt like he could understand. The only man who loved Astoria as much as he did, albeit in a very different way, was her father. Of course he'd be ready and willing to kill Draco.
"Or yours," he conceded, making eye contact with the older man. "But I'm only including you in that because you and I are the most legally protected members of this group, being Lords. If any of us can cut Draco down without ending up in jail for it, it's you and me." Edmund gave a short nod of satisfaction, uncaring of the logic behind it as long as his right to see to it that Draco faced the consequences of his actions was not being dismissed.
"Still, that's only a last resort," Harry continued. "My preference is for Malfoy to be quickly tried and tossed through the veil without giving him the slightest bit of respect or making him feel important enough that I deigned to kill him personally. What could be worse for a man so obsessed with being important and superior to everyone else than to shove him through the veil with the knowledge that the public will forget about him in no more than a week, and he'll have left absolutely no mark on the world during his brief life?"
"When you put it like that, yes," Daphne muttered. "I think that really will be the most satisfying punishment for that bastard."
Draco's ex-wife nodded. "Just make sure that whoever tosses him through the veil reminds him of how unimportant he is before he goes," she said.
"That, I think I can do," Harry said. Then he turned to Hermione and smiled. "Now, with everything settled, I think it's time for you to go upstairs for your punishment."
"Yes, sir," she squeaked.
--
"You said you had an update for me?" Harry asked Aella. It was later in the evening, and Hermione's punishment had been dealt with.
Aella nodded. "I think it's ready for everyone to see." He smiled and kissed her deeply.
"I know how hard you've worked on this, and how much more demanding I've been about it," he said quietly. "And less decisive, too." Aella went to protest, feeling amused that he could think he'd been any more demanding or indecisive than anyone else. The truth was very much the opposite of that. There had only been a few times where he'd disagreed with her ideas, and he'd required only minor changes or adjustments. They'd been expensive adjustments, admittedly, which was why she hadn't gone with them herself. But he genuinely was willing to spend an absolute fortune on what was going to be an outrageous manor, and she had learned early on into the process that she should not take the cost into consideration at all.
Before she could try and assure him that the process had not been anywhere near as stressful as he was making it out to be, he put his hands on her face and drew her into a searing kiss that took her breath away.
"I don't care if you disagree with me on how hard it was on you," he said, pulling back only slightly. "I'm going to take you upstairs and reward you. But if you think you're not deserving, I suppose I could find someone else to take up with me in your place."
She gave him a sharp look to show him what she thought of that, and he grinned before casually tossing her up over his shoulder. Her dress slid down to expose her arse, and he took advantage of her lack of coverage by smacking it repeatedly throughout their trip up the stairs.
--
Harry smiled as Gabi, having won her quidditch race, darted over to him. He caught her in his arms, holding her as she latched onto him with her legs crossing around his midsection and her arms going around his neck. His veela was a bundle of energy and excitement, and he loved seeing and feeling her so enthusiastic.
"Did you see it?" she asked quickly. "Did you see, Harry? I did that turn just like you! I managed to win on the long course even though my speed still isn't where I want it to be on the long stretches!" She didn't see Harry frown at that last bit, which was good, because he didn't want to do anything to dampen her excitement.
"We'll work on that next, little princess," he promised. The limited space that they had to practice at the current manor meant that she couldn't get as much work in on those long, straight stretches. Luckily, that wasn't going to be a problem for much longer, but the timing hadn't worked out for them to practice it before today's race. At least she'd still won despite that room for improvement.
"Maybe we could practice it at Greengrass Manor?" she said hopefully. Harry chuckled.
"It could work," he said, patting her back as he held her to him. "But I have a better idea. Now let's get going, princess. The others are waiting for us."
--
Everyone, save for Aella and Harry, stared wide eyed at their surroundings. They'd only just arrived at what was going to become Potter Manor. It would also serve as Black Manor, at least until the families no longer had the same Lord. Even then, though, it seemed likely to Harry that it would continue to serve as both.
It certainly had the size for it. He hadn't had Aella build a standard manor. The building he'd had her working on nearly rivaled Hogwarts in size. It was still bare for now, no paint, lamps or anything like that in place yet, and even the windows were temporary. But the group was still stunned as they looked around the massive building.
"Are you planning on opening a school of your own?" Fleur muttered. "You have the space for it."
"No," Harry said, grinning. "But over the last few months I've realized that I don't…" He trailed off as he considered how best to phrase his thoughts. "Well, I guess I realized that I enjoy having everyone who matters to me around as often as they want to be, without them worrying that they might be in the way. And I figured there was never going to be a time where I wished I had less space, even if it doesn't get used much."
"Where are we?" Apolline asked, turning her head around to look out of the temporary window over her husband's shoulder. "The view is breathtaking! Are we on the spine of a mountain line?"
"Right in one," Harry nodded. "This is a Potter property on the ridgeline of Yr Wydffa, the highest mountain in Wales. It would be freezing cold and uncomfortably windy up here if there weren't wards in place to mitigate the weather and keep the temperature within a normal range." He smiled, moving his right arm to the side. "Over that ridge there is a flat and open area. It's small, relative to the size of the mountain range. But for our purposes it's quite large."
"It's beautiful up here," Hermione said, staring hard out of the window.
"I know, it really is," Harry said. "Every time I get here, it feels like I've left the real world behind, and all my problems with it. I'm hoping it'll offer the same feeling for all of you, any time you want it or need it."
"It does," Astoria whispered. She looked out the window, and then over at Harry with a loving look. To his left, Narcissa turned Harry's head towards her so she could kiss him, and Astoria smiled at them both. "It's like our own little world, just for those who matter most to us."
"Exactly what I was hoping for," Harry said, nodding as he pulled Astoria to him and kissed her as well. He made sure to give Daphne and Gabi passionate kisses as well, not wanting any of his loves to feel left out or ignored. This manor was going to be welcoming to everyone he'd brought with him today, but it was going to be a home for Daphne, Astoria, Narcissa and Gabrielle. It was the home they would build their lives in.
"So, tell me, dear, when did you find the time to do all of this," Daphne asked after she'd had her turn being kissed by him. "Not even you could have found enough spare time to take on a project this large without us noticing."
"I didn't," Harry said lightly. "Your wonderful mother is responsible for this."
Astoria's head whipped around. "So that's what all those questions were about! I thought you must be planning on renovating your manor, but this makes much more sense. There were too many questions about my tastes and preferences, now that I think about it."
"And it explains the lovely lines and shapes in the design, too," Narcissa said. She reached out and patted Harry's cheek. "No offense, dear, but I think it goes without saying that you made a very good decision in delegating this task to Aella."
"I couldn't agree more," Harry agreed, laughing. "I swear I've never seen you lot so anxious to get away from me, so I guess it's time for you all to voice your opinions." He watched as Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa headed off to do just that, all but dragging Aella bodily along with them. He motioned with his hand, inviting Hermione, Pansy, Edmund, Fleur, Sebastian and Apolline to head off and explore on their own. Gabi made to follow the others, but Harry took her by the hand before she could go.
"Come with me, princess," he said. "I have something to show you."
He held her hand and led her over to the right, and he heard her suck in a breath and stop in her tracks when she recognized what she was seeing outside of this window.
"Is that really…?" she whispered.
"It'll be useable as a quidditch pitch, too, and you can see the markings where the stands are going to be built," he said to her. "But I made sure that it was arranged so that we'll have everything we need to race. Part of my agreement with the Firebolt Company was that they would send the best of the best to come do this for you."
His young veela lover turned her head towards him, stunned. "For me?" she squeaked.
"Well, you are the one who races," he said, chuckling. "Yes, it's for you. Any of the others who want to use it will be able to, of course. But it was made a top priority because the loves of my life, including you, are my priority, now and always." She threw herself at him, kissing him with a wild, desperate passion. She might have kissed him like that for the rest of the day if he hadn't pulled away.
"So, do you still want to practice your longer flying at Greengrass Manor?" he teased. She shook her head quickly, making him laugh just before she gave him quick kisses, one after the other.
"I told you I had a better idea," he said, having to leave a pause between each word while she kept kissing him. "I'm just sorry it couldn't get done sooner. I wanted to be able to practice with you here before your racing league switched to the longer course, but I don't think it will take long for us to make you not only the best flier at Hogwarts, but the fastest."
She blushed, staring longingly at the pitch she could see coming together outside of the window. She looked away from the window and back around at the massive manor under construction. "Am I really going to live here?" she whispered, amazed.
"You know the answer to that," he said, grinning and stroking her hair. "I'm going to live here, and where I go, you go, right?" She smiled and nodded happily. "You're mine, and I'm yours."
"It's actually like a castle," she said, looking around again before meeting his eyes. "My house is going to be a castle."
"And that's as it should be," Harry said. "After all, princesses live in castles, so it only makes sense that we live in one." He cocked his head. "Unless you want it to be just your castle, and we can find somewhere else to live while you keep the castle all to yourself." Gabi blushed and shook her head from side to side, latching onto his side as he led her down the windy stairs built into the cliff.
"Could I have it so the rings could be set up in many different ways, if that's possible?" she asked suddenly during their walk. "Hogwarts rings have a few courses, but it would be really good if I could make totally unique ones here that still track my time."
Harry smiled widely. He was going to be able to give her an answer she liked, and then some. But he smiled so widely because he was thrilled to see her openly asking for what she wanted, having the confidence to know that it was okay.
"Oh, that's the bare minimum of what you're going to be able to do," he assured her, giving her body a squeeze and kissing the top of her head. "You're going to love flying around outside of your castle, princess."
--
"Is it time for me to show you how much I love our new castle-home again?" Astoria asked, strutting in and approaching Harry with an exaggerated swaying of hips. "If so, you need to hurry up. We're moving in an hour or two, but if you're in need of some appreciation, I suppose we can squeeze it in."
"No, I have something else in mind," Harry said, shaking his head. He stood up from his seated position on the bed and grabbed her. She squealed as he tossed her onto the bed, and he quickly had both of her arms pinned above her head with his left arm. His right hand, meanwhile, casually roamed her body, making her moan and gasp in quiet excitement.
"This seems pretty close to what I had in mind, honestly," she panted.
"It follows a similar train of thought, maybe," he acknowledged. "But I have very different motives." He teased her with his fingers, making her wriggle while he stared at her, his eyes burning into hers intensely. "You were the first of my girlfriends that I fucked here in this room, so I felt like it was only fair that you also get to be the last." He paused for a second before shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Well, the last while we're living here, at least. I can't say we won't still wind up fucking all over this manor again in the future given our track record so far." He stopped teasing her quite so much, instead moving his hand to gently play with her between her legs. Astoria moaned, enjoying the attention.
"This time's quite a bit different from the first, isn't it?" he said, before giving her a passionate kiss. "The first time we were in here, both of us were in a bad place. You loathed me, and I can't say I thought very highly of you back then either. But that wasn't all. I loathed myself in a lot of ways back then, and even though you didn't know it at the time, you were just the same." He kissed his way down to the side of her neck and sucked on it, and Astoria groaned.
"But we both helped each other, and now we're moving out of this room madly in love with each other," he continued. "I think we both like ourselves now, too."
Astoria seemed to be blinking back tears as she nodded, and they shared a silent moment before he lined up and shoved his cock inside of her. She moaned loudly until he kissed her again. Astoria clung to him as much as she was able while he started moving back and forth, making love to her. It wasn't gentle or slow; neither of them wanted or needed either of these things to be making love. It was still the fast and demanding pace he knew Astoria loved, but it just wasn't rough like it was the vast majority of the time he was with her. This didn't feel like the time for that in his opinion, and Astoria didn't seem to disagree, given how deeply she got into it.
He made her cum incredibly quickly, and knowing how roughly he usually had to fuck her to get her off so soon after entering her, he assumed her climax hit so quickly this time mostly because of the emotion of the moment they were sharing. Her orgasm wasn't the end of it, of course. He continued to move with the same demanding and passionate rhythm, fucking her hard and deep, pounding her and making her breasts bounce, but also kissing her with such fervor that it displayed all of his love for her at the same time. The time between her first orgasm and her second was barely longer than it had taken for her first to arrive. Astoria's body and her heart both responded to his passion and his fucking, showing how well they fit together.
After her second orgasm passed, he flipped her over into a prone position and his arms wrapped around her shoulders and lower neck. Unlike what he usually would have done in this position, he didn't choke her with his arms. Instead, he just squeezed her and embraced her, holding his lover intimately. But he upped the intensity of his thrusts at the same time, slamming into her and making sure that she ended up feeling owned and fucked rotten in addition to feeling his love for her.
By the time he sprayed his cum into her and set her off for yet another time in the process, he'd loved and fucked another two orgasms out of her. Her fifth in total came in concert with his, whole he moaned her name.
"Astoria," he moaned, loving her and fucking her, and loving fucking her. His life had changed immeasurably, and it had all started with this woman. Before they left this old home behind and stepped into their new life together, he wanted to make sure she knew how much she'd changed his life for the better.
He rolled her over and dragged her on top of him after it was done, kissing her gently. "Now then, I don't think either of us need to spend any time cuddling in here when we have three girlfriends eagerly waiting to break in our new bedroom together. Or am I wrong about that?"
Astoria was already up and dragging him by the hand before he could finish the sentence, and he laughed and allowed her to pull him along. He couldn't say that he was surprised.
"No, that would be a waste of time," she said with a grin back at him. "We can cuddle plenty after you've worn us all out. This bedroom is nice and all, and I have fond memories here. But we can save the romance for our bedroom in our manor."
Harry smiled back, feeling something like pride. "Our manor," he repeated. "I like the way that sounds. Especially when you say it."
"Me too, Harry," she said, beaming at him. "Me too."
--
Gabi squealed as Harry pinned her against the wall and, without any warning save for the lubrication charm that hit her a millisecond beforehand, shoved his cock all the way into her arse. Tears immediately fell, and yet she moaned with the thrill and shoved her arse back to meet him. She would have gotten up onto her tiptoes to help make up for her small size if he hadn't already lifted her up off of the ground and held her there.
"Oh, I just can't fucking help myself when I see that arse jiggling around like that, little princess," Harry murmured into her ear as he ravaged her arse. Her body was once again forced to adapt to taking his ridiculously large cock up her arse, stretching her out so painfully and yet so wonderfully. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Gabi?"
She just moaned and grunted as he buggered the air out of her. He had her pinned flush against the wall, and her hands tried to find something to grab to hold onto, but there was nothing for them. She was helpless to do anything but get pounded into oblivion by her demanding master. Her breathing got shallower by the second as he fucked her harder and harder. Half of her weight was being held up by her throat, but he had no trouble dominating her body.
When she came, it was explosive; so explosive that she even squirted just from being buggered. She only realized she was almost out like a light only after he had her over his shoulder, and she whined without even thinking about it. The buggering had stopped just as abruptly as it had started. Harry just laughed and gave her a smack on the arse.
"We promised the others we would take a shower, little princess," he said. "We need to kill two birds with one stone if we don't want to make them upset with us."
Gabi gazed around at the luxurious shower as she entered it for the first time. Harry turned the water on and set her down on her feet as the water started to pour over them. Harry dragged her down into his lap and eased his cock into her arse once more, and she squealed in surprise.
"Bounce," he said, smacking the side of her arse. "Do some work, slave."
The word spurred her into motion right away. She loved being Harry's pet, his princess and his sex slave, and she moved frantically on him, almost jumping up and down on his cock despite the pain it brought her to fuck her own arse this hard and this deep. It was painful, yes, but it brought so much more pleasure, and in so many different ways. His moans, the physical pleasure and the satisfaction of knowing that she was doing what her master wanted all combined in the most incredible way for her. She bounced on his cock as the water of the shower washed over them, and felt joy in being able to do this for her master.
"Installing seats in here was a wonderful idea by Aella," Harry said through his moans as she bounced on his cock. "Make sure you thank her properly for it the next time she puts you to use, understand?"
"Yes. master!" Gabi howled, right as she came hard again. He chuckled against her shoulder and reached around her body to play with her nipples.
"Unfortunately, we need to finish up, and you need to be able to walk at least somewhat normally," he said, giving her nipples a light pinch. "We're already approaching the limits of what charms would be able to take care of, so I'm afraid we'll have to stop this here." He pulled her off of his lap, and she bit her lip in disappointment at losing her favorite seat. "I'm going to relax, and you're going to wash me. When you're done, I expect you to kneel and finish me off with your mouth."
"Understood, master," Gabi said. His instructions had given her a purpose, and she eagerly got to work on washing him off. She shuddered in pleasure at his magic washing over her and the pain vanishing from her body, thanks to a few casual, almost lazy-looking waves of his hand. He patted her arse when she had washed his body to his satisfaction, and she scurried down onto her knees and began to suck him and stroke him in the shower. She used her tiny tongue, her pouty lips and both of her small hands to please his huge cock.
"Fuck," he moaned. "You have no idea how good you are at this, little princess. You get so upset with what you can't do that you never properly appreciate just how fucking great you are at what you can do. So many of the things you can do, you do so much better than anyone else." Gabi blushed and shivered at his praise, because it was so genuine, and she could feel it. He moaned louder and grinned at her.
"You're much better than your mother will ever be, you know. It makes me wonder if I should just tell her that I have all the veela I need with you in my life." Gabi squeaked and popped her head off of his cock, unsure of what she was going to say in response, but knowing she needed to say something. He seemed to think otherwise, because he laughed and shook his head. "Don't stop, little princess," he said. Pleasing him and listening to his instructions took precedence over everything, so she forgot about trying to say anything and went back to sucking his cock.
"If you ever put your mum's pleasure ahead of yours when it come to me or any of our girlfriends, I swear on my magic I'll spank you as hard as I do Stori," he said, patting her cheek. "After that, we'll see how long it will take for the denial charm to drive you mad, understood?"
Her eyes went wide, and she nodded as best she could while she sucked. "Such a good girl," he said as he gently caressed her cheek. "That's it, Gabi. You're such a good girl. I'm close. Swallow it all!" She did her best, swallowing quickly while he moaned and filled her mouth up with his seed. He smiled down at her after he was done.
"Up into my lap now," he said, patting his leg. "We have a few moments."
She climbed into his lap, and mewled and purred as now it was her turn to be washed by him. She got excited enough to wriggle around in his lap and make him laugh. "Later, princess," he said. She blushed at realizing how badly he wanted his cock, and how obvious she'd just made it for him.
After he finished washing her, he roughly grabbed her chin and forced her to kiss him. "If I let you put it inside you, we won't ever get out of here," he said during a brief pause between kisses. "You can grind against it, but that's it." He moved her leg while kissing her again, adjusting it so his cock sprang out between her legs. Then her master moved her thighs to clamp down before pulling back from the kissing.
"Quickly, little princess, unless you want to work yourself up and run out of time to finish," he encouraged. He kissed her again, dominating her mouth while allowing her to roll her hips and grind against his cock. There was nothing to worry about, because it didn't take long before she was crying out into his mouth from the combination of her grinding, his kiss and his hands playing with her breasts and nipples.
"Oh, fuck," he said, pulling away suddenly. "Stroke that cock that's poking out and cum for me."
She did, and there was just as much cock left outside of her thighs as there was trapped between them, which meant there was more than her two hands could cover. Gabi came quickly, screaming into his mouth as she found her pleasure in her master's lap.
"Don't stop, Gabi," he groaned once she was finished. "I'm almost there already!"
Gabi blinked, surprised to hear it. He was really going to cum just from this, in such a short amount of time? The fact that she could get him this excited and make him feel this good while doing so little made her feel amazing inside. She stroked his cock with her hands and moved her hips so her thighs offered nice friction as well.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned loudly when she rubbed her thighs around his dick. She watched with amazement as his cum sprayed all over the shower wall. She'd given him a large orgasm from just that. Gabi felt a sense of pride and accomplishment that absolutely compared to how she'd felt when she won her race.
"So good," he eventually muttered into her ear. "Even your master can't help himself sometimes when you're such a talented little slut." She squeaked, and he laughed at her and kissed her one last time before standing her up off of his lap. "Alright, let's get going." He gave her arse a pat. "We can have plenty more fun later on. For now, we're expected elsewhere."
She knew that if he had wanted to control himself and prevent an orgasm there, he could have. But even when he didn't actively try to control himself, it usually still took longer than that to make him cum. That meant he really had lost control just from her jerking him with her hands and squeezing him between her thighs. She felt amazing as they turned off the shower, dried their bodies off and prepared to leave their new bedroom to meet the others who were discussing the look and layout of the castle-esque manor that was now her--their--home.
--
Aella shivered yet again. She'd long since lost track of how many times she'd been made to shiver since she had been bound up in the middle of this new master bedroom, her arms up and her legs pulled wide to spread her out in the shape of an X.
Her eldest daughter had asked her to come over, for what Aella had assumed to be a discussion about the furnishing of the manor. Instead, Daphne had just taken her upstairs and into the master bedroom without a word. All Aella had gotten on the way was a raised eyebrow and a hand gesturing towards her clothing, and just like that, her own daughter had taken control over her in such a humiliating casual manner.
Daphne had just expected that she would strip down, and she was right. When she left her heels on like usual, knowing Harry enjoyed her in nothing but heels, Daphne had just given a shake of her head and pointed to her feet, and Aella had obediently bent down and taken even her heels off too. As soon as they were off, Daphne had turned and strutted into the master bedroom, her own heels clicking on the way. Aella might have felt bad for watching and admiring her daughter's lovely arse shaking with each step, but she knew that Daphne was deliberately moving her hips to exaggerate it and draw attention to it. Their familial relationship was far from the ordinary, and they were all embracing that.
Her daughter was becoming even more dominant of late, without question. Aella knew her eldest had been more dominant to begin with. Outside of Harry's overarching control over all of them, Daphne had essentially been fully in control over Narcissa, and therefore Astoria as well since Narcissa had always been in the lead with Aella's youngest. But initially, it had been Narcissa playing along and Astoria being under her sister's control while ultimately still acknowledging Narcissa as her 'mistress', if she'd had to choose a sole, primary one. Gabi was Daphne's, of course, but that was different. The veela had different needs, and Daphne enjoyed providing them, but the smug sort of dominance on display when Daphne led her mother to the master bedroom did not exist with Gabrielle. It was a gentler, more caring form of dominance with Gabi, because there was no reason to be smug with her.
But the smirk on Daphne's face was flashing with greater frequency around her mother, especially when they were alone or Harry wasn't nearby. Come to think of it, it wasn't there as often when Edmund, Fleur, Hermione or Pansy were around either. In fact, Daphne seemed to be allowing her to establish her place at the top with Hermione and Pansy, something Fleur accepted readily as well.
It was there to some extent when Harry was there, but Daphne naturally deferred to him, as did every witch he was sexually involved with to some degree. But it got most intense when they were alone, and it was growing, not calming. Aella couldn't help but accept it, either. It wasn't really an option for her. Daphne was in charge exactly as she expected to be. This was evidenced right now by Daphne having gotten her to strip down without a word, having her follow into the bedroom naked, bound her up like this without a word, blindfolded her and left.
Aella hadn't been particularly aroused when she arrived, since she thought they'd be having a normal discussion about decorating and furnishing the manor, not having this sort of fun. But she was heavily aroused now, and not at all upset about how things had turned out. This sort of fun was always welcome.
She heard Daphne return to the room moments before she spoke. "We rewarded and thanked you quite enthusiastically the other evening, mother," she said, "but this is half going to be me doing that myself, and half me addressing a few things aloud that we both know have been coming." Her finger trailed teasingly across her mother's skin while she moved around her like a predator staling her prey.
"I feel I should thank you individually because, and I've been searching for how to put this without misrepresenting myself, but I've decided you'll understand that me referring to myself as the head future-wife doesn't mean I believe myself superior. We're all equal in Harry's eyes, and each other's. But there are obviously general roles we've all naturally fallen into, and being at the head is mine."
Daphne was right about that. She naturally fit into that role. Aella had noticed it herself previously, and so had everyone else.
"Narcissa isn't far behind there, but she's discussed this with me herself," Daphne continued. "I suppose that ultimately I'm just a tiny bit more dominant than her. That makes sense, as she did enjoy submitting to me so much in the beginning. I'm typically in charge when we fuck even now, and that's how we both like it."
After a few trips around her body, Daphne stopped behind her and pressed up against her. Her eldest's rock hard nipples brushing against her back let Aella know that she was now naked as well.
"No point in wasting time," Daphne purred into her ear while grabbing her by the throat. "I'm in charge now, mother." Her daughter laughed. "Just when it is us in private, and Harry of course. Maybe we can extend it to when Cissa and Stori are with us too, but I'll keep things toned down when Gabi is around. She's enjoying having another mistress, and I would hate to ruin that dynamic." She licked and sucked on her mother's neck and teased her with frustratingly fleeting touches between her legs.
"Only in private, of course," her daughter said, giving her neck a gentle nibble. "We have Apolline strutting around nearly naked to play with, and there's no need for father to be uncomfortable, or for Hermione or Pansy to get the wrong idea about their role in submitting to you." Daphne resumed her licking and biting before pausing to work with her mouth on her neck.
"Harry, of course, had no clue about the real extent of what it takes to pull together everything required to build any manor, let alone one like this," Daphne pointed out. "And you did it so wonderfully. I'm amazed at how quickly you were able to make this happen, all while getting it just right. It's perfect." Daphne laughed.
"But we were sappy enough in showing our gratitude the other evening, so there's no need to go there yet again during this chance for me to display my appreciation." Daphne again worked over her neck, but this time the hand lingering on her throat began to choke her properly. It was all accompanied by much more direct and aggressive rubbing between her legs. Aella bucked into it, her body seeking out the pleasure from her daughter.
"This is a thank you and a reward, so I'll forgive you not being able to control yourself this time," Daphne said with a laugh. "But you know you won't be allowed to behave that way in the future without being given express permission, even including future rewards, mother."
Aella was too busy moaning from the stimulation to confirm that she did know, or to express her gratitude. She was about to cum when Daphne moved her hand away, making her cry out in desperate frustration.
"Oh no, mother, surely you aren't going to see to it that your reward turns into punishment," Daphne tutted. "But that's what will happen if you somehow don't know the most obvious of what is expected of you. I'm sure you've merely forgotten because you're so excited to have your own daughter as a mistress, so if you can correct it right now, we'll pretend that you didn't act like such a greedy little whore."
Aella knew exactly what she wanted, and she gave it to her. "I'm sorry," she said. "Please, may I cum?" She was begging genuinely, just as Daphne wanted.
"Good girl, mother," Daphne purred, resuming her touches. "Go ahead and enjoy yourself." Aella did just that, squirting, screaming and shaking before even another thirty seconds had passed. But as soon as she came back down to reality on the other side of the pleasure, she remembered what would be expected of her.
"Thank you," she said quickly. That earned her a lick and an approving suck on her neck.
"We are going to oh so slowly work up," her daughter murmured. Suddenly, a buzzing toy pressed against Aella's clit. "We'll work from the tamest toy right up to the most intense, and then you'll get your mistress to grant you the privilege of her tongue between your legs. Then her boyfriend will fuck you, and then you'll get to watch him fuck your daughter silly. Finally, you'll get to clean up every bit of cum he fills her up with." Aella moaned loudly at just how exciting that sounded to her, and Daphne bit her neck.
"You'll only get fucked to one orgasm before he's inside of me, though," Daphne teased. "I'm afraid I'm in a mood to get fucked silly myself, so that's all I'll allow you until I've been thoroughly shagged. My boyfriend will of course do whatever he pleases after that, and I expect he'll see to it that you get fucked until you can't remember your own name, provided you do a passable job in your duties beforehand. If you behave, you'll enjoy another round of a wonderful reward. If you don't, well, don't blame me."
Aella bucked into the toy, begging to cum so quickly that Daphne laughed about it. She did allow her to cum, so Aella didn't care about her daughter taunting her. It felt too incredible, and in fact, Daphne taunting her only made her cum harder. Daphne obviously knew it would be that way, though. It wasn't like this was the first time, or even the 50th time that Daphne had watched this take place.
--
Harry looked at Apolline expectantly as she entered his new home office set up in Potter Manor. It was currently furnished more or less identical to how the previous one had been, though his girlfriends had informed him that would be changing. It was his office, but he hadn't argued. He was a smart man, in Apolline's estimation. But he was also a powerful one, and that look told her that she was about to be on the receiving end of that power.
"You surely haven't forgotten that you don't have permission to wear a top, have you?" he asked, pointing at the offending garment. The witches behind the veela burst into giggles, and she blushed. She was a veela, a Lady of a prestigious house, and this younger man was taking control.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, taking her top off just as he'd expected. She would do whatever he wanted; of course she would. She was drawn to him, and to this power. That was why she cuckolded her husband with him. She was also cuckolding him with Edmund, and it was Harry who had given her permission to do so without coming out and saying it directly. He hadn't need to say them, because she understood perfectly well. To get fucked by him, she had to earn it. He'd said that much, but the unspoken bit was that he would be in control of who she fucked, and ultimately, he could demand anything he pleased. If she wanted to be fucked, she would do as he said.
There were several reasons she would, besides just that obscenely large cock, and the hope that one day he might finally put his tongue on her. She'd heard that was beyond amazing. To get the things that only he could give her, she would fuck only who he allowed her to, and she would put up with the humiliation of being made to strip her top off on command.
"There's the view everyone enjoys so much," Harry said, grinning once she was topless. "And we've helped ourselves to touching as well, much to your husband's frustration. But not yours. You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" She was ready for a hole to swallow her as the other witches laughed at her. "That's why you're here, isn't it?" She nodded. "Go ahead."
Apolline groaned, knowing that the two witches who had caused this situation were going to take delight in her having to explain it.
--
Harry looked at Apolline like she was ridiculous for even asking what she did, before looking at Hermione at Pansy. "First off, is this something you actually both want?" he asked. "Or did you just use it as a silly idea to match the wager you suggested that Sebastian and Apolline could obviously never win?" The couple giggled, and Pansy offered a response.
"Both," she said. "I don't think those are mutually exclusive, though we never expected anyone sane to agree to it."
"It's a big fantasy," Hermione put in. "It's one of those that's so out there that you never think it could really happen." She smirked at him. "Well, most people couldn't. With your sex life, I don't know if you can really comprehend the concept of an unfulfilled fantasy."
"I'll ignore your cheek this time because you're bouncing up and down with such excitement, and I'm happy to see you both stumbling across a fantasy that doesn't involve one or both of you submitting," Harry said.
He looked back at Apolline. "As for you, I can maybe understand your husband jumping at something like this without really thinking too much about it, given everything going on or not going on in his sex life. But you should have known better. Let's be honest for a second: you're only here today so you can tell your husband you did everything you could. But the fact is that you quite like the idea, and the only real issue you have is that you aren't the one in control of it. After coming here today, you get to benefit by being able to act like you're bothered by it yourself, so he won't be irritated with you for enforcing it."
Hermione and Pansy snickered, knowing as well as Harry did that Apolline couldn't argue. He was right. Not wanting to take the blame for enforcement was one of only two real issues she had, the other being her embarrassment at being such a fool and agreeing to this to begin with. She should have known that Hermione and Pansy agreeing to give her and her husband a perfect reenactment of Edmund's birthday night should they lose wasn't going to be something they would offer without them being certain they'd win. But the idea had been so enticing! She hadn't yet enjoyed time with the two of them, and she wanted to establish herself on top. Sebastian obviously wanted to enjoy what he had missed.
The two of them had been teasing him heavily with their words and actions. Bending over so he could look at their arses or down their blouses, but never bending quite far enough to let him see anything. They did it so blatantly and so frequently that he couldn't ignore it. And not to mention how smug Edmund had been when he would lead Hermione away, or when she would come back looking disheveled, and Sebastian would be left feeling jealous.
Those moments were the worst, because Hermione would notice his reaction even though Seb did keep it very subtle. The teasing would only intensify for the rest of the evening. The witch was a devilish little succubus; she and Pansy both were. But Hermione seemed the most eager to do it, oddly enough, though Pansy wasn't far behind.
They had yet again teased him when it was just the four of them and had then been brazen enough to sort of poke fun at him, talking to each other in exaggerated whisperers that certainly weren't about how he was everything they needed to fulfill their fantasy that Hermione was now getting fulfilled. They weren't about how handsome, powerful and intelligent he was, or how capable he had to be to be able to keep up with a veela for all these years. They weren't about how, if he had just suggested getting to know each other at first, which they would have been open to, instead of him being the one to call the fantasy off entirely, he would be the one Hermione now 'assisted' if he so demanded.
Apolline had taken the bait for the first time at that, commenting on their blatant teasing. They'd laughed, mentioning how ironic it was, and twisted the knife by going on about what had happened since. With that, the married pair had been tricked into this.
No, that wasn't right. They hadn't even tried to trick them; they'd just done more of their teasing by offering the outrageous wager. She knew they hadn't expected her and Seb to actually agree to a bet that was so obviously rigged in their favor. But they had, and they'd promptly lost. That meant that Apolline had to give them the key she wore every second since that first day she draped it from her neck. It was the key she loved to play with in order to tease her husband; the key that now dangled from Hermione's neck. The brunette toyed with it and smirked at Apolline much the same way Apolline herself would smirk at her husband while playing with it. To think they'd even been foolish enough to vow to abide by their wager, all because Hermione and Pansy had sworn a vow of their own that they would do the same. Of course the younger witches had done that; they'd known with absolute certainty that they would win, so there was no risk for them.
That vow included that the pair would give it back when they decided to negotiate with Apolline and found something they could agree on. Looking at it now, she thought that might never happen. They didn't ever have to decide to negotiate; that hadn't been a promise made. They hadn't sworn to be reasonable, either. The only time the key could be used, outside of Hermione and Pansy deciding to be generous, was in cases of emergency. That was the one and only acceptable use of the spare key still in Apolline's possession; outside of that, they were left without any loopholes.
If someone had told Apolline earlier that day that this would happen, she would have thought they were out of their minds. She would never have considered it an option, and she'd never thought these two young witched who she had only ever seen behave fairly submissively sexually towards anyone else would be interested in taking up such a position of complete control. But now, Hermione and Pansy looked as devious, as terrifying and as exciting as any witch she'd ever been around in this way. She realized she should have been aware of this possibility, because neither of them was submissive in their daily life. Them being capable of enjoying both sides of the equation made far more sense based on their own private dynamic, in which Hermione was in charge. Plus, she knew that Pansy enjoyed being in charge of Astoria at times. Apolline had been a fool to ignore the signs.
"Obviously, the answer is no," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "You two can figure out how to survive the consequences of your mistake, Apolline. Hermione and Pansy can do as they please, which is what you and your husband agreed to." He glanced over at the younger witches. "The exception to that is if you want to do anything sexual with Sebastian. You'll need to ask for my permission on that." Hermione and Pansy both nodded, and after seeing their agreement, his attention returned to Apolline.
"They can enjoy you freely, though. They can decide how much he gets to see, though from what I'm seeing I think he's setting himself up for disappointment if he expects much there. If he wants to be a voyeur, they can decide whether or not they want to allow that. But I'm sure the price they'll make you, and him, pay for that will be very high, if they consider it at all."
The way they smirked at her suggested to Apolline that the cost would be more than she or Seb could imagine, but maybe it could be possible, if they were willing to give up whatever was demanded in exchange. She knew they'd make sure both she and her husband suffered plenty before they even had the option to negotiate, but when the time came, maybe they would be able to get at least a piece at what they could have had if they'd won.
Poor Seb was really in for it. She was going to get plenty of enjoyment out of it, and after she was getting fucked by Harry, she would enjoy it even more, but it would be fun for her even before that. She'd be dealing with pent-up arousal even with how sore she was going to leave Seb's mouth and jaw each day. But before and after she had Harry to turn to, Seb would grow increasingly sexually frustrated and desperate, and she would enjoy seeing it happen.
Now it seemed that he'd not even be able to fuck his own wife for quite some time while she cuckolded him. It would be his fantasy, with an added piece of it that wasn't without excitement for him. She'd seen that truth despite the frustration mixed in with it. The idea excited her a bit too much, frankly. She needed to be careful to be a bit less cruel about it all to him as she had been, at least in the short term. That seemed like a fair trade for enjoying this. She would revel in his desperation and humiliation a bit more silently than she had been thus far and reassure him whenever she made him spend hours with his head between her legs.
Besides, the fact was her not being able to have something made her want it that much more. She'd experienced that with Harry, but she had a feeling she was going to go through it even more with her husband. That was a scary thought, because being desperate to fuck her husband and needing these two devilish witches to give her permission for it gave them great power over her.
"Very well," she sighed, trying for a bluff. "I don't know what you two gain from this since you don't seem to want anything beyond the teasing you already do so much of, but--"
"Other than it being hilarious?" Pansy interrupted. "Surely you of all people can understand how exciting it is to be so in control, and even better, in control of a married couple as attractive as you two. And you're a veela, at that, one with higher needs than most. It's really something to know that we can deny you two even being able to have sex for as long as we'd like. We can see how far you'll go to earn the right to have a quickie, let alone fuck properly. It's intoxicating."
Hermione laughed, while Harry just stood back and watched, silently amused. Apolline spluttered, blushing and feeling humiliated at Pansy's blunt description for what things were going to be like now. Surely they wouldn't deny them forever, but these two still knew the power they wielded and what they could demand from her and her husband thanks to that power, should they choose to play their game to that degree.
The fact that they seemed more interested in the control over her and Seb's sex life rather than any sexual satisfaction of their own was the most worrying part for her. If they just wanted to use both of them to get off and physically dominant, at least the Delacours would be doing something fun, albeit humiliating. But they seemed more excited just in watching how she and Sebastian reacted to all of this, and waiting to see how desperate they would get.
And of course Harry was going to let it happen, because it played right into what he was doing. She didn't mind that at all. He seemed to genuinely relish his role, just as he said he would and warned her he would. Perhaps he had been right to warn her, because the way he was so casually smug about it, not blatantly taunting her as Hermione and Pansy were, but being almost offhanded about it hit the hardest in some ways. He was so flippant, like it was expected and simply was how things were supposed to be.
Hermione's smile as she followed up on her girlfriend's words was just as vicious as a smile could be when coming from someone who was a friend. "I'm always interested in learning, you know, and I'm so very curious about how this will go. I can tell you're just doing what you need to do in order to get fucked by Harry, but I have a feeling you'll try to be more aggressive about it at some point. It won't work, of course, and he'll fuck you into submission. What was that word I heard you used--tamed?"
Apolline's shocked look only drove Hermione on. "I'm interested in learning if a veela as aggressive as you have been recently is able to be tamed like certain people say veela can be. It seemed ridiculous at first, but I think that if you really can be tamed, Harry is the one to do it. I wonder what it will look like once you have been. I figure you'll be addicted to Harry's cock fucking you until you can't remember how to breathe. Maybe even Edmund will have you begging for his cock regularly, since Harry won't always be able to make time for you. Edmund's already been putting you through your paces more than ever before, right? His wife sure seems to think so."
She didn't say it out loud, but mentally Apolline admitted that this was true. Edmund had been far more dominant and demanding of late, and it was amazing given the role he was now also taking in all of this. It wasn't what she knew Harry would provide, he had certainly become consistently rougher in bed, in the best way.
"But I wonder what's going to happen with your husband?" Hermione continued. "How long do you think I will take for you to start to reach that point? More importantly, what happens if we decide you two aren't going to be allowed to fuck at all during that period of being tamed?" She laughed. "I wonder if you'd reach the point where you wouldn't even need his cock? Maybe you'd decide that it would be nice to have, but ultimately you wouldn't really mind so long as you still got fucked enough. Maybe we'd never bother letting you fuck your husband again, or just on birthdays and holidays. Maybe you'll get so used to it that you won't mind it much, other than knowing how bothered he'd be by being forced to live with his fantasy pushed beyond his limits."
"You can't!" Apolline said, panicking, feeling like she couldn't breathe. As a result of her panic, she didn't notice Harry's very stern look of warning to Hermione, letting her know she was taking this too far. Hermione and Pansy definitely noticed though.
"It seems even you know it could happen that way," Hermione said casually. "Interesting. "Well then, I suppose you'd both better behave yourselves. I don't see any reason why you can't earn enough time with your husband that he can hopefully avoid that situation, or at least avoid most of it. It's in your hands, though. If either of you give us a reason to deny you, we will, I promise. So, why don't you start by making sure your husband doesn't utter a single complaint to myself or my girlfriend about any of this." Apolline gave her a shaky nod.
"Hermione, take me home, please," Pansy said, almost panting. "I need you to--" Hermione pulled her girlfriend into a fierce kiss, silencing her pleas. Harry chuckled as he watched his best friend and her girlfriend get carried away in their lust.
"Why don't you head out, Apolline?" he said. "I will have time for you later this evening, and if you can behave yourself and be a little bit less of a bitch, I might even be willing to consider some options that you will enjoy loads more than just trying to figure out how to suck a cock properly. That's been a real struggle for you, and we could probably both use a break from it."
She chewed her lip, her veela confidence taking another hit at the reference to her oral struggles. She was still a long way away from being able to get his whole cock in her throat, and at this point she was beginning to believe that it might not be physically possible for her to manage no matter how much she practiced or how hard she tried. But clearly Harry was trying to keep things from escalating too quickly, and she was planning on trying to do it herself, so the added motivation of being able to do anything beyond just kneeling and sucking in a futile effort to deepthroat his cock would work wonders to make sure that she kept herself in check. He had her dancing to his tune without any difficulty.
--
After Apolline was gone, Harry turned to look at Hermione and Pansy with an eyebrow raised. "So, I understand that you took advantage of an unexpected situation that you never thought they would actually agree to," he began. "I'm not going to criticize, if you're worried about that. Quite the opposite, actually. It's pretty hilarious that they jumped into such an obviously rigged bet. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you that there are limits to what you should do and shouldn't do." They both nodded, and he believed that they took his earlier warning look seriously. "But I have a feeling I'm missing one final piece of the puzzle here. I'm pretty sure there's one more motivation at play here."
The look the two women shared spoke volumes, and Harry nodded. "Right, then," he said. "Clearly I'm not wrong about that, so why don't you two just tell me upfront?"
Hermione laughed lightly. "It's not anything bad, Harry," she said. "I don't know how to tell you without letting your ego get too big to fit in your head." He gave her a heated look, and she blushed and looked away.
"Oh, please," Pansy said, giggling. "If it was going to get too big to handle, that would've happened a long time ago. I'll say it. Apolline is pretty close to being too much of a bitch. Her husband obviously has a thing for it, but she's creeping up on the limit of what should be tolerated, and you know it too."
"I do," he said, nodding. He had in fact been planning on having a word with her about that very issue later today, but it seemed he might not need to have that discussion quite yet. Maybe he wouldn't need to do it at all, if Hermione and Pansy had something in mind to correct her behavior.
"I was serious," Hermione said. "I don't even think it needs to be possible for a veela to be tamed. It seems a bit farfetched to me, really. But so many things that seem that way to me end up being true after all. If you fucked her without her having a different, let' say perspective on how she should be acting and feeling about her situation, we're afraid she would really start getting out of hand. Worse, we thought she might decide to taunt Sebastian by not fucking him all on her own. It could start as just denying him for a period of time, but then grow into something much worse, and that would end in a disaster. The way we see it, we're doing them a favor in the long run."
Harry chuckled, but his best friend shook her head. "No, seriously, Harry. Apolline will quickly want what she can't have. Just look at the way she acted. She's already genuinely more than a little bit worried about it, even if she's going to enjoy the game immensely. Over time she's going to want it, and him, more and more. He won't have to worry about her not wanting him, because it will be obvious that she does. And when we finally let them go at it?"
"Boom," Pansy said, using her hands to mimic an explosion.
"Fair enough," Harry said. "I see your point, Worst case from it all is that not much changes from where it sits right now, and I can't see things getting worse as long as you two behave yourselves. Feel free to have fun with it, though. I'll give you a fair bit of freedom to do what you want as long as you keep it within the limits I already set. But again, I expect that you won't come close to causing a disaster yourselves." They both nodded.
"I'm glad we got that out of the way, and I hope your little scheme works the way you intend," he said. "Now, I unfortunately actually have some work that needs to get done today, and you two are way too worked up right now for me to get it done and enjoy you both the way I'd like to. We'll leave it here for now, but I expect you to be back over here tonight, understood?" Both Hermione and Pansy were almost panting with arousal as they nodded again, so he knew they would be counting down the minutes until they could come back to him in order to get their needs met.
"Good," he said. He gave them both a rough kiss and a smack on the arse before waving them away. "Go on, go be good little sluts. And don't bother my girlfriends. You'll get your chance this evening, and they need their rest. I'll admit that I might have worn them all out last night. And I'll leave you both feeling just as worn out later."