The afternoon after her unforgettable first time with Harry Potter, Parvati glanced up at Daphne when the blonde flopped down onto the couch across from her with a groan. Her eyes looked heavy, and she gave off the mood of someone who badly wanted to go back upstairs and crawl right back into bed. Parvati certainly couldn't blame her for that; not after the night she'd had.
"I have half a mind to make Harry take you over his knee and spank your arse as punishment for making me so tired today," Daphne said dully, making Parvati giggle. "My time with Harry is draining enough without staying up even later to watch you."
"I didn't do anything," Parvati said, not feeling repentant at all. "You lot came and spied on me getting fucked after Harry carried me off, so as I see it, you've got no one to blame but yourself."
"That was Lavender's fault," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. "Your girlfriend like the idea of spying on you two from behind the door. But it's your fault that we couldn't look away for an hour." Parvati giggled again, very pleased that the other witches hadn't been able to stop watching her get fucked. It hadn't been a surprise when they came to watch, but everyone had been so tired by that point that she'd have figured they'd only observe for a few minutes before doing their best to get some sleep. That the show she had unknowingly given them was good enough to keep them up for another hour was another big boost to Parvati's ego.
To be fair, Harry did most of the work and deserved the majority of the credit for the show being so compelling, but apparently, it was her role in it that stood out and kept the other women up to watch. Even if their fascination had less to do with anything she'd done and was mostly about seeing their man pound her senseless, Parvati was perfectly happy to take as much credit, praise and attention they wanted to heap on her, deserved or not. It wasn't like it took anything away from Harry, not that he would care.
"It's a shame I wasn't there to watch it," Aella Greengrass piped up from the doorway. Parvati's inner teenage girl let out a little internal squeal at the comment of interest from Lady Greengrass, of all people. That the likes of Aella Greengrass and Narcissa Black were part of this group was exciting for Parvati, who had grown up admiring them and wanting to be like them. Even better, those two elite ladies she'd looked up to behaved nothing like the snobby bitches that ladies from old pureblood families so often were. Oh, they might adopt that kind of behavior in public when necessary, and they might play at it in private if the mood felt right, but that wasn't who they really were. It was going to take some getting used to, having women like Narcissa and Aella who she'd admired for most of her life around, but this was the kind of adjustment she was going to love making.
"The memory is there in the pensieve, if you want to see it," Parvati said. She was pleased that she'd managed to reply calmly and confidently to the sophisticated, elite witch who had long been one of her heroes. After getting a grin from Aella, she turned her head to look at Daphne. "I know the rules, and I obeyed them."
"Yes, I'm sure you know them all," Daphne said with a laugh. "We watched long enough to hear you declare that we owned you, and that you and your girlfriend would obey anything Harry said forever." Parvati winced. She had a vague memory of making those sorts of declaration toward the end of the night, but it was hard to remember everything that had been said and done by that point.
"Don't feel bad about it, dear," Aella said before Parvati had time for embarrassment to settle in. "We all say those things, and mean them, and make them a reality. You're one of us now; welcome. But I will take you up on that offer to view the pensieve memory, though, and I daresay my daughter will come and watch it from a fresh perspective after seeing it through her own eyes last night/early this morning. But while we're enjoying watching your memory, Narcissa has asked us to send you up to her office so you can go over a few details." Parvati grinned eagerly at the thought of spending some one-on-one time with another of her sexy, elegant heroes, and Daphne and her mother both laughed at her obvious eagerness.
"Lady Black is going to have so much fun with that one," Aella said to her daughter as Parvati walked away. "Anyone would love to ensnare a gorgeous supermodel who idolizes them, but that set of circumstances fits Narcissa's personality better than anyone I could imagine."
"You're not telling Parvati anything she doesn't already know, mother," Daphne said, laughing. "There's no need for games or stage whispers. She's already well aware that you were involved in several of our conversations prior to Lavender joining us. She also knows that what happened yesterday didn't catch any of by surprise. It's obvious that her girlfriend can't keep a secret from her, which is something we'll need to remember if there's ever a need to prepare a surprise for either of them. They don't seem too bad at keeping secrets from others, but going forward, we should assume that if we tell one of them something, it's as good as telling it to both of them."
Parvati giggled as she rounded the corner. They were absolutely correct about all of that. She and Lavender had agreed that there would be no secrets from each other, which was how it should be in Parvati's opinion. They'd learned their lesson when they'd wasted about six months because they'd been so deep in denial that they hadn't talked all about their one night together. They'd just pretended it hadn't happened for the most part, and that it hadn't meant anything, when it had of course changed everything. For the first time since they were eleven, Parvati and Lavender hadn't been open about their thoughts and feelings with each other, and they'd spent months dancing around the obvious as a result.
She couldn't complain about how it had all worked out, though. They'd been stupid, but some things were just meant to happen. Had they been honest about their changing feelings back then, it was almost a certainty that Lavender wouldn't have gotten sucked into the madness with Harry Potter and the women in his orbit. Naturally, that would have meant that Parvati didn't get pulled in to join her, or to be more accurate, it would have meant that Lavender wouldn't have created an entrance that Parvati gleefully jumped through. Ultimately, Parvati was glad she and Lav had been uncharacteristically evasive with each other back then, because it had allowed all of this to happen. But now that everything had fallen into place, they weren't going to make the mistake of not telling each other everything and being honest about what they were feeling ever again. There wasn't anything else they stood to gain that would be worth it; they weren't going to luck their way into a situation any more perfect than the one they were currently in.
They were going to feel fortunate that things had worked out the way they did, be completely honest and transparent with each other going forward, and take advantage of and enjoy everything they now had, much like she was currently taking advantage of the pain potions she'd been given. She could barely walk today even with their help, so Merlin help her if she hadn't had them to help her through the wonderfully exhausting aftershocks of her first night being fucked by Harry Potter.
--
"Thank you for rearranging your schedule for my daily behavior maintenance, sir," Pansy said with a sniffle as she wiped her eyes. Harry chuckled and gave her arse a pat, and even though the pat itself was light, any contact on her arse was going to make her squeal right now. Today's maintenance spanking had not been gentle in the slightest. That was perfect for her, honestly. It had been her who needed to reschedule after she'd agreed to a business meeting at the same time that she usually met with Harry without considering the scheduling conflict. Harry wasn't bothered when she let him know about her error. He'd just told her to come at four in the afternoon instead, and she had. He hadn't said that the rescheduling had anything to do with the harder than usual spanking, but she knew it was why. It wasn't as if he was actually angry or even annoyed about the switch; he was just indulging her fantasy, and perhaps there was a bit of a reminder that she should think before agreeing to this the next time.
Ordinarily, she wouldn't have made a mistake like this, but her work project had gone over so well that she'd been invited to a meeting that was well above her level by a Minister of Magic who she knew hadn't really taken much notice of her one way or the other prior to the impression she'd made through this project. She had been so pleased by the unexpected initiation and acknowledgment of her work that she'd accepted without thinking. From now on, she would make sure to check first, but she wasn't going to hold it against herself that she'd been excited by the acknowledgment, and she knew Harry wouldn't either.
For now, though, she was happy to get spanked that much harder during her rescheduled maintenance. She was on her knees and had his cock out and in her mouth without even having to think about it. Harry moaned appreciatively as she swallowed his cock to the hilt and held it there. Pansy stared up at him through her teary eyes, loving it all.
"I'm not sure if saying I won't fuck you if you keep doing this good a job would come across the way I would mean it to come off," Harry said. "But from what I just saw, you're already so desperate that you would break Hermione's rule of no orgasming, and she doesn't want you to get to use the charm to avoid doing just that." He laughed and shook his head. "That she would ever think of 'using' the charm as something that would be even slightly beneficial shows that she hasn't had it on her, but I'll handle that after you and her explore this for the first time. That way she'll be well aware of what she's dealing with the next time."
Pansy's cheeks heated up into a deep blush at his reference to Hermione taking charge of things just like Pansy had long wanted her to do. The order was three weeks where she wasn't allowed to orgasm, and only during the last week of that period was she allowed to have the denial charm put on her. Hermione wanted to see Pansy display her self-control, and her demands to get it were not holding back. The entire situation was so fucking sexy that Pansy had almost zero self-control, to be honest. Hermione had never been sexier to her than when she'd informed her of her demands, and it had left Pansy feeling hornier than ever before. It would be incredibly easy for her to slip up when she was under this kind of pressure, and she knew damn fucking well that the punishment for that would be two entire months of the charm being on her. And those two months would be enforced by Harry, not Hermione, even though the punishment itself would come from Hermione.
She would put that enforcement in Harry's hands so she couldn't take pity on her and give her relief that was not urgently needed. Getting fucked by Harry's cock was the most amazing thing Pansy had ever felt, but she was desperate not to break the rules and bring that punishment down on herself. If he fucked her for even a minute or two, she definitely would break the rules no matter how hard she tried not to. Because of this, she fully understood what Harry meant when he said that continuing to skillfully suck his cock would earn her the reward of not having him fuck her. If she was to have any hope of making it through the last eight days remaining of her period of no orgasming, it was to her benefit that he not stick his dick inside of her, as frustrating as that was. She put her all into the blowjob, swallowing Harry's cock over and over as quickly as she could. Pansy threw herself so utterly into throating his cock that she made a great mess, getting her own spit all over her face and having it drip off of her. Neither of them cared about the mess, though. Pansy was working hard to take her mind off of how badly she wanted to feel his cock inside of her, and Harry was very pleased with her efforts.
It didn't take long for her to have him moaning loudly, and eventually he grabbed her head so he could fuck her throat. Pansy just sat there and took it, letting him stuff his dick down her throat until he was filling her stomach with his cum.
"Good girl," he said after he'd finished and let go of her head so she could clean him up. Pansy had to close her eyes and fight not to beg him to fuck her. The previous thirteen days had been tough, but this might have been the moment where she wavered the most. His casual, flippant dominance with her in a moment like this was such a turn-on for her, and he knew it, too. It was obvious that he knew it with how he chuckled and gave her head a pat.
"You still have eight days left to get through, right?" he said. "Your girlfriend might not understand that charm fully, not having been through it herself, but I think she's going to be effective in testing the limits of your self-control regardless." She nodded in agreement, and happily accepted a kiss from him after she'd cleaned them both up, gotten dressed and cast a breath freshening charm on herself. He released her with a pat on the arse, and she scurried off before she could be tempted to turn around, throw herself at the dominant wizard and beg him to fuck her no matter the consequences.
The moment she made it through the door, she was swept into her girlfriend's arms and had her lips claimed by Hermione's in a searing, passionate kiss. Pansy moaned into the kiss, going from one huge source of arousal and excitement to another.
"Did my little slut enjoy herself?" Hermione whispered. She was starting to flaunt her position of authority in their relationship dynamic more than she ever had before, and Pansy was all for it. "I hope you did, but not too much, of course. I'd hate to have to spend two whole months watching you go mad." Pansy shuddered, not sure whether her girlfriend's teasing and the danger of knowing that she absolutely would follow through on that punishment scared her or aroused her. The likely answer was yes to both.
"Come on, then," Hermione said, grinning at the obvious effect she had on her. "Its nearly five, so we'll grab our things and head home." Even in this, she remained in charge.
"Fuck, I love you when you're like this," Pansy mumbled.
"That's a good thing," Hermione giggled, "because it may wind up becoming more of a regular thing than I anticipated. I didn't expect to enjoy it this much. I wasn't joking when I said I was as eager to try this role on as you were to have me take it."
"But you were wrong then," Pansy said. "You had no idea how much I wanted it, and—"
"Stop wasting time discussing technicalities, dear," Hermione interrupted with a laugh. "Your tongue is going to be used for far more important things than trying to talk back to me. And you don't need to talk your way into trouble, either. It's going to be hard enough for you to survive these last eight days as it is."
"It bloody well isn't going to be easy if you keep saying things like that," Pansy muttered, which got her another laugh and a kiss from the woman who was doing a bloody brilliant job in her position of dominance.
--
Hermione wore a wide smile, and everyone in the room, which was to say everyone in their 'group', would say that she deserved far more than that if she so desired. A period of full-blown shameless bragging would not have been at all amiss, in fact.
Muggle phones and cellphones were concepts that Daphne was familiar with, and these new ones that allowed for more than just audio didn't seem all that impressive if you ignored their portability. The portable aspect of the devices might have been a major draw for muggles, but considering the ease with which wizards and witches could travel considerable distances more or less instantaneously, that was not a feature that would matter much at all to someone like Daphne.
But the face to face chatting was undeniably impressive, she had to say. The wizarding world had floo calls, but these were real images of the other person's face, rather than seeing their features made of fire. There were all sorts of other features, too. They could write messages using their wands, like sending an ongoing letter back and forth in an instant. They could take pictures both still and moving, and even if they weren't as impressive in quality or length as full cameras, it was more than enough if you just wanted to take something quickly. You could obviously have a call with someone with only sound that only you could hear if you put it up to your ear as well, and Hermione said she had plans for other features to be added in the future.
Put it all together, and it was all quite astonishing. Pulling something like this off had required a combination of a multitude of different magical disciplines. It was worthy of a Mastery, and likely even more than that, though it probably wouldn't earn any since no specific discipline of magic stood out. That didn't make it any less impressive a feat, though. Daphne found it far more impressive than most masteries, and by some margin. Making so many different aspects work together so well like this was unbelievably tricky. She'd gotten very creative in using spells and charms in tandem to make all of these features possible.
The devices Hermione had created were also safe for muggles to use. They looked identical to the devices muggles were familiar with, and could be operated without the user having any magic of their own. No surprises there; they would have had to be muggle-safe to receive approval in the first place. That was always the first requirement for any device a magical created that was based off of a muggle version, and with good reason. Hermione obviously wouldn't have settled for something that her parents wouldn't have been able to utilize anyway, but the requirement would have been in place no matter who presented the idea.
Daphne's mother started to ask a reasonable question about muggles unintentionally seeing or accessing something they weren't meant to know about, and Hermione had immediately launched into a lengthy explanation about all of the wards they'd developed and patented for both privacy and security concerns.
"As if you didn't realize right away that they'd obviously thought of literally everything, mother," Astoria snickered, to laughter from everyone and a blush from Hermione, who couldn't hide her smile.
--
Narcissa was lying out beside Parvati, enjoying the sun and watching Gabi flying around on her broomstick when Harry's laughter announced that he'd gotten home ahead of schedule.
"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked, looking at her and Parvati. Narcissa could only assume that he was laughing because he'd arrived home to find the two of them close to naked. She put down the financial report she'd been reading and turned his way with a smile, while Parvati just hummed in agreement, obviously enjoying the wards around the home keeping everything nice and warm even at half past four in the afternoon.
"There's no reason to lose this tan if the weather is going to cooperate, now is there?" she asked him.
"It should be freezing and windy up here," Parvati said. "We're on a bloody mountain ridge! But instead of being uncomfortable, the sun is warm, the wind is nothing more than a light breeze, and the view is out of this world. Not to mention I can be as naked as I choose to be, too."
"As you can see, Miss Patil here has had absolutely no trouble relaxing, settling in and enjoying the many comforts available to her now that she's moved in," Narcissa said to Harry. The supermodel giggled and nodded her head before stretching her body out, purposefully putting herself on display to entice him. She was damn good at it, but that was to be expected of a supermodel. Harry smiled, stood and let his eyes explore her body.
"You weren't wrong about the view being out of this world," he said. Parvati ate it up, naturally, preening at his praise. He might have heaped more of it on her if Gabi hadn't brought her broom up to land right beside him so she could get a welcome back kiss. Harry gave it to her and sent her off again with a pat on the arse that had her smiling as she took her broom back into the air.
"Fuck, I'm sore," Parvati said, perhaps trying to draw attention back to herself as Narcissa received a kiss from Harry. Narcissa gave the younger witch a knowing smirk after Harry pulled back.
"It wasn't your turn anyway, dear," she said lightly. "You can just stay out here and enjoy the sun, because it's now time for Lady Black to have some alone time with her Lord." Parvati's eyebrow raised a bit before she giggled and shrugged her shoulders.
"Everything works out nicely, then," the newest addition to the group said. "You two go enjoy yourselves." She looked upwards, where Gabrielle was zipping through the air on her broom. "I'll stay out here and enjoy the sun. I'll enjoy the view, too, when she isn't just a blur, anyway."
"Yes, she is a lovely view," Narcissa agreed as she started to saunter away. "Maybe we will let you play with her later, assuming you behave yourself."
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" an amused Harry said as he gave Narcissa a pat on the arse.
"How could you tell?" she said with a smile. "We had it wrong last night, you know. It's my ego we need to worry about, and I'm not afraid to admit it. It's quite something to have a witch half your age, one who is paid good money to model because of how perfect her features are at that, telling you that she wishes she had legs like yours."
"Half your age," Harry said, laughing. "As if you don't have well over a century left in you, or you don't look just as beautiful now as you did in those pictures you had taken when you were Parvati's age.
"My hair looks better now, actually," Narcissa said, shrugging. "It isn't so blandly white anymore." Harry decided to pull her into a kiss, and she moaned into it, resting her hands on his shoulders and smiling at him when he pulled away. "I'm enjoying myself, and now you are going to let your Lady Black take care of you as her thank you for giving her this life that she enjoys so much."
Harry opened his mouth, and she knew exactly what he was going to say. He was going to talk about how he was the one who should thank her for being such an important part of his amazing life. Narcissa appreciated the way he made her feel wanted, of course, but she wasn't in the mood to listen to it right now. She knew what was coming, and thus was able to continue on with her speech well before he could get anything out.
"We can both be appreciative," she said, talking over him while she unbuttoned his trousers. "And believe it or not, the rest of us also enjoy playing with all the other witches we continue to invite into our bed. I'd say we might even enjoy it more often than you do, and in more ways that extend beyond sex than you do. Also, I appreciate how much you've done to give us the opportunity to enjoy everything we want without needing to worry about anything else happening in the world around us."
"Guess we're both appreciative, then," Harry said. His left hand stroked her hair. "Love you so much, Narcissa."
"I know," she said, smiling and giving his cock a little squeeze as she pulled it out. "That's why we all get to enjoy this amazing life. It's because we all feel that way about each other, and want the best for each other." She slid her hand up and down his massive length, stroking him faster now. "Now, one of the most important skills for any Lord Black to hone is knowing when not to speak. Sometimes, silence is more powerful than the strongest speech can ever be in getting what you want during a business meeting or a Wizengamot session. And as I'm going to demonstrate right now, sometimes witch just wants to please her wizard. Only an idiot talks his way out of that, and I've been quite convinced by this point that you are no idiot."
Harry laughed, but soon he was moaning as she dropped into a crouch and swallowed his cock. Narcissa moaned around his cock while taking it all the way down into her throat. The usual agony that came with deepthroating Harry's gigantic cock didn't register as much in her brain this time. She usually enjoyed that agony, seeing it as an acceptable cost of doing business and satisfying her lover. This time, though, she was so eager to do this for him that she barely felt it. She was very much in the mood to suck his cock. She was pretty much always in the mood to blow him, to be fair, but the feeling was more prominent than usual this time.
Narcissa enjoyed herself while working to please him. Rather than rushing to get him off, she took her time to savor the experience. She sped up, slowed down, switched between taking his cock as deep as possible and focusing her oral efforts almost exclusively on the head while her hands dealt with the rest. At other times, she would release his cock from her mouth entirely so she could kiss and suck on his shaft, then down to his balls, and then a mixture of both. After kissing her way back up to the tip of his cock, she returned to taking it deep down her throat, beginning the process all over again.
She did her best not to break eye contact while sucking him, but that didn't last. It wasn't her fault, though, at least not in any sense that she would feel bad for. He was enjoying what she was doing to him and for him so much that his eyes clenched shut and he held on hard to the chair beside him. She loved giving him this pleasure, making him feel so good that he had to find some kind of support in order to stay standing. Being able to make him both stiffen up and writhe to this degree, just barely remaining on his feet even with the help of the chair, was just as arousing as it was rare. She was talented with her mouth, and she knew it, but she couldn't say that she or anyone else managed to work Harry over like this too often. Maybe Astoria was the one who did it most often, but if she was here to see this and add her thoughts to what she was seeing, Narcissa believed that she would agree that not even she got Harry to this level of writhing very often.
Harry, of course, had no such problems driving every single one of them to this state. He got all of them to this point numerous times a day during an average day. That was no exaggeration to play up his talents; it was commonplace for them not to be able to breathe or walk just from the things he could do with his tongue, or how well he shagged them. Being able to return the favor even once was a rare opportunity that Narcissa wanted to enjoy to the fullest.
She didn't edge him, not truly, but she definitely did draw out the length of time she spent sucking his cock considerably with all of her slowing down and easing back when she felt him starting to get a little bit too close to cumming.
"They've been at it for over half an hour now, unless they didn't get started right away," she heard a giggling Parvati say from where they'd left her. "It might even be closer to three quarters of an hour now." It was only then that Narcissa realized just how long she'd been on her knees servicing Harry's cock. Now that she thought about it, her jaw did hurt a great deal, though she couldn't have possibly cared less about a little thing like that. That being said, though, it was time to finish up. She guided him to sit down on the chair that he was barely managing to hang onto for support, and he gladly collapsed into it.
Her sucking wasn't frantic once she had him sitting down, but there was definitely more purpose now, and a consistent rapid pace that allowed her to succeed in her ultimate goal of making it the best job she had ever done on her knees for him. Her success was made clear by her getting him to let out a loud, manly scream as he came in her mouth. Narcissa didn't bother trying to swallow down the load, which was even larger than the massive amount of cum that was his standard. There was no chance she could manage that, so she ignored it and just focused on working him over as utterly and completely as she possibly could. By the end of it, she had him slumped back in the chair and looking to be about as close to the sort of senseless, overwhelmed state he so easily brought all of them to on a daily basis as she had ever seen him. Narcissa grinned after pulling his cock out of her mouth, not bothering to hide how pleased she was with her work. She had brought him this much pleasure. He was slumped back in his chair like that because of her!
"Impressive," Astoria said, coming up to stand off to the side while she examined Harry sitting in his chair. "And now, after this display, I have no choice but to answer the challenge and remind everyone here who's the best at sucking Harry's cock."
"It's that important to you, is it?" Daphne asked, smiling. She knew the answer, of course. They all did.
"Of course it is," Astoria said simply. "Being the one who can suck his cock better than anyone is a point of pride for me." Narcissa could understand that, and so could everyone else. They all took pride in certain things that were unique to their individual relationship with Harry, and the ability to give him the best solo blowjobs he'd ever experienced was one of those traits for Astoria. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to reclaim my spot on top. I know I'm not supposed to be the next one to get alone time with him, but you can have whatever you want from me in exchange for skipping ahead of you in line, sister." Daphne snickered and shrugged her shoulders.
"That's fine with me," Daphne said. "You now I'm going to take full advantage of a statement like that at some point, so I suggest you try to enjoy this as much as possible, you slutty little sister."
"You two seem to already be making plans for what comes next," Narcissa said. "But who said I was done with my turn?"
"Well, for one, I think your jaw says it, seeing as you can't close your mouth," Daphne said, laughing at her. "Or are you actually going to try to convince us that you're leaving it wide open like that on purpose?"
--
Parvati couldn't help but stand rooted to the spot and stare with wide eyes at what she saw in front of her after entering the master bedroom at Potter Manor.
She'd been living here for under a week, but she'd quickly gotten used to the freedom she had to come and go anywhere in her new home, including the master bedroom. She and Lav had yet to spend a single night sleeping in the bed that technically belonged to them. Maybe they'd sleep there eventually, if they were in the mood to fall asleep alone, but neither of them had any interest in that thus far. There was just too much fun to be had sleeping with others in this manor that was more like a bloody castle. The bed in the master bedroom was always crowded, but Parvati had zero problem with the lack of space given everything else that she got to do when she slept in the bedroom Harry shared with his girlfriends, and she knew that Lav felt the same way.
Part of her quick adjustment to the unique lifestyle that came with living here was getting used to walking in on people doing something sexual together anywhere and at any time of day. Whether it was two witches having fun together, Harry spending some time alone with a witch, or some combination of three or more people getting up to something exciting together, it was commonplace for Parvati to enter a room and find it already occupied and being put to good use. When entering the master bedroom in particular, it would have been more of a surprise if Parvati didn't walk in on at least a couple of people going at it.
Somehow, this was the first time she'd walked in on Harry and Lady Greengrass together, and it was this particular pairing that caused Parvati to stop and stare. She knew that they were sexually active with each other; Lav had meticulously laid out the various relationships and kinks that the members of the group explored, so she was well aware of what Harry got up to with Aella Greengrass. She had also seen them heading off to be alone or noticed that they were missing for certain periods of time when the rest of the group was together. But this was the first time she'd actually seen them together with her own eyes, and witnessing it firsthand was enough to catch her off-guard.
If Narcissa had been the woman above all others that Parvati had grown up admiring, viewing as an inspiration and even developing a schoolgirl crush on, Aella Greengrass had been as close a second as was possible. They were both the picture of what an elegant Lady was supposed to be in Parvati's opinion, even if Narcissa had been weighed down by a husband as useless as Lucius Malfoy. Ironically, Lucius had played a not insignificant role in the then Lady Malfoy being the woman who stood above all others to young Parvati. Lady Greengrass had not been as visible in those years, and that was because Lucius Malfoy had a far greater desire to be the center of attention than Lord Edmund Greengrass. Parvati had never cared for the repugnant Lord Malfoy, but the Lady who had constantly been at his side while he sneered and strutted around from one event to the next had fascinated her. Her very public presence had given Parvati more opportunities to admire Narcissa than she'd gotten with Aella, but as far as looks, personality, demeanor and everything else went, both women had always exemplified everything Parvati aspired to be. Spending time around them and seeing them in a new light now that she was living here had only increased her admiration for them and attraction to them both.
Given all that, walking in on Aella Greengrass riding Harry's cock was a sight captivating enough to make Parvati stop and stare. She looked incredible, completely naked and riding him with her back arched and her hands cupping her own breasts. Harry's hands were on her arse, smacking it and grabbing it at his discretion. Hearing Aella moan in bliss as she bounced on Harry's cock fried Parvati's brain, and it was going to take some time for her to shake it off.
Seeing them like this also provided visible, tangible evidence that Harry was indeed shagging a woman who was the Lady of one of the most prominent houses that currently sat at the top of the social pyramid, and who also just so happened to be the mother of two of his girlfriends. Watching them fuck so openly like this without locking or even closing the bedroom door was also a reminder to her that they weren't hiding anything. What they were doing wasn't a secret or something that was considered worthy of a second thought by the rest of the group, including Aella's own husband.
Then again, Lord Greengrass still got to shag her, Fleur Delacour, Hermione, Pansy, and Fleur's mother Apolline Delacour, so Parvati could completely understand why he would be willing to accept his wife fucking Harry. As crazy as it sounded from the outside, it made perfect sense once you were inside and got to see and experience everything for yourself. Parvati knew a thing or two about that; she loved watching Lav get fucked hard and listening to her scream her head off, whether by Harry, another of the witches that was part of the group, or a combination.
Lady Greengrass came with a howl at the end of her ride, and Parvati was still staring transfixed as she finished up and caught her breath. It took Aella turning her head and addressing her directly to finally snap Parvati out of it and get her brain working again.
"Are you going to be joining us?" Aella asked. Parvati licked her dry lips and shook her head silently, which made the elegant Lady laugh kindly. "And here I thought you were a bold witch, one who was going to cause all sorts of sexual frustration in the rest of us with all the teasing you and your girlfriend seemed likely to get up to. I never would have guessed that you'd turn out to be so shy instead."
"Behave yourself," Harry said, giving Aella's arse a smack. She squealed, threw herself down on top of him and kissed him hard. Parvati had another reason to stare now, because this wasn't the sort of kiss shared by two people who were casually shagging without any feelings between them. Parvati had seen that kind of kiss before; casual sex was a regularity in the modeling world, even if she had no interest in partaking in it. But this was not that. This was incredibly close to the sort of kiss that she'd seen Harry share with his girlfriends.
"You look shocked, dear," Lady Greengrass said, grinning at Parvati after pulling back from the kiss. "If you're worried about my husband, you can feel free to go visit his office. wait and see who comes out of it and examine the state she's in when she finally leaves." The blonde laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "It's entirely possible that there might be two gorgeous young witches stumbling out of his office at any moment." Harry chuckled at that and gave Aella's arse a squeeze with both hands, and Parvati came out of her stupor and giggled at the woman's breezy tone while discussing such a fascinating situation.
"Oh, I'm just surprised because I assumed you were into far kinkier things than just riding him," Parvati said, shedding her momentary surprise and getting fully into the swing of things. Aella and Harry both laughed, but Lady Greengrass soon demonstrated that she wasn't finished with him just yet by rocking her hips back and forth with purpose.
"We enjoy many things together, dear, I assure you," Aella said through her moans as she rocked on Harry's cock. "We get up to some acts so kinky that they're a bit too intense to indulge in when there are still other things that need to be done when we're finished up in here." She put her hands on Harry's shoulders and sped up in her rocking. "Besides, there are some times when a witch just wants to enjoy riding a thick, hard cock."
Parvati bit her lip so she wouldn't moan openly at how sultry Aella's voice had sounded at the end there. And to make the moment even more arousing, Harry began to thrust his hips up to fuck the married witch from underneath. His upwards thrusts made her arse jiggle and her breasts bounce, and Parvati did her best to stare at both simultaneously. Aella cried out with pleasure at Harry's more active role, but her head suddenly turned in Parvati's direction once again.
"Come over here, dear," the Lady said. She was telling rather than asking this time, and Parvati found her feet moving across the room and bringing her closer to the bed without thinking. As soon as she was within reach, Aella grabbed her and dragged her head down into a fierce kiss. Parvati moaned into her mouth and returned the kiss eagerly. Lady Greengrass kept her lips pressed against Parvati's for quite some time. They continued to kiss through another orgasm for her, and Parvati could feel her arousal drenching her knickers as the woman she'd admired, aspired to be like and even lusted after trembled against her during her climax. Aella finally let go of her after she'd finished cumming, and pulled back to grin at her while gasping for breath.
"I'll be joining you in this crowded bed tonight," Aella promised. "So, if you can't join us now, we can continue this then." Parvati just nodded while staring at her, and Aella cocked her head curiously. "Were you expecting something else from me? A different sort of dynamic from a mature, sophisticated Lady like me? If you were, you may want to try asking for a memory from a different married witch. Might I suggest that time when--"
"Behave," Harry said teasingly, giving her another smack on the arse.
"Oh, spoil my fun, then," Aella said lightly. "I may have had a moment or two that would fit the bill, but it's sadly rather hard for me to make that kind of fun work for me these days, for reasons I've already explained." Harry flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her hips up, pulling her into a doggy style position as she laughed and wiggled her hips to adjust. "Sorry, Parvati, but I'm afraid prior experience has taught me that my ability to carry on a conversation is about to be severely tested. I believe Harry has decided I've spoken a little too much and is now going to shut me up most effectively."
"You can say that again," Harry said, chuckling as he grabbed her hair and began to fuck her harder than Parvati could ever have imagined was possible before she'd moved in here and witnessed Harry Potter in action with her own two eyes. The stories didn't do him justice. They couldn't possibly; not when he went so far beyond anything she'd pictured in her head before.
Parvati hurried out of the master bedroom before she got too distracted, and it was only after she'd made it out that she realized she didn't grab the purse that she'd gone to the bedroom to get in the first place. She slapped a hand on her forehead, but turned her head when she heard Astoria giggle.
"Let's go back downstairs," the giggling blonde said, taking her hand in hers. "Daph already knew that your purse was down there all along. She just thought you might appreciate the show in there, and we did have a few spare minutes to kill before we needed to get going." Parvati stared at her for a second before gigging and nodding her head. She followed the busty blonde down the stairs, already working on the appropriate wording for how to thank Daphne for tricking her into walking in on Harry and her mother together.
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"Did you get what you wanted?" Harry asked her lightly. Astoria nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes, laughing as she did so.
"I did," she said. "But only the first half."
"I see." Her lover chuckled and nodded at the implements in front of her. "Put those away first, and we'll deal with the rest." Astoria hurriedly scrambled off of the bed, picked them up and went to put them away, but Harry gave her arse a light pat that made her squeal. Her arse was still raw from the heavy spanking she'd just received from the very objects she was putting away, and Harry knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, the brilliant bastard.
Before she knew it, her arms were bound at the wrist behind her back. She turned her head to give him the sultriest look she could, but he wasn't seated on the edge of the bed where she'd left him. Her breath caught in her throat. She was now prey. That was the only word that could be used to describe the feeling of a rope around her neck tugging her onto her tiptoes to avoid immediately passing out. It was also the only way to express the feeling of her ankles being bound to keep her up on her toes and her legs spread, or the way her bound wrists were attached to the floor by still another rope. She was stretched out in every direction, left in a dangerous and vulnerable position. It didn't matter that Harry and his magic would prevent anything seriously bad from happening. She was at his mercy either way.
Then she was moaning from having one vibrating dildo shoved up her arse and a second in her cunt. Without any time to warm up or settle in, she was pushed straight into a hard and fast pace. She heard Harry chuckle, and blinked as she appeared in front of her. She didn't even notice the flogger in her hand before it landed on her breasts, making her scream in pain, pleasure and excitement all at once.
"You didn't think you'd get to start making demands about what I did to you, did you?" Harry asked. "We haven't put you through your paces in far too long, and I think it's past time for us to see how long you can survive it. But don't worry, you can feel free to cum as often as you like. We're going to find out where your breaking point is, and how many orgasms is too many for you." She was so worked up from the spanking beforehand that she was cumming for the first time before he'd finished delivering his thrilling challenge. "It would seem that it might take even less time than I expected it to."
Her nipple piercings suddenly began to vibrate, and the rune activated to pump raw pleasure through her. She screamed at the top of her lungs for a moment before a heavy jerk caused her to gurgle and choke herself for a second. Her flailing allowed her to reverse her momentum and alleviate the pressure, enabling her to breathe freely and scream out loud once again.
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After thirty minutes of having her limits tested in this fashion, Astoria's body finished up with an orgasm that should have quite literally knocked her out, especially considering how little air she was taking in. No matter how hard she tried to stay still or move in a certain way to avoid the pressure, it was nearly impossible. Her body was well outside of her control.
Daphne joined in a few minutes after Harry got started. She'd been behind Astoria, mostly just focusing on keeping her from falling unconscious and doing little else other than throwing in a verbal jab or giving her a tug on the hair or a poke with her wand to keep her conscious and alert when the latest orgasm should have finished her exhausted body off. Another lash from the flogger sent her flailing again, though she could no longer produce any sound from her throat. Daphne gave her hair another yank during her silent scream, making sure she wasn't actually going to choke herself out. She had no doubt that there were protections in place that would prevent that from happening without her there, of course. Though she hadn't been there to see Harry set it up, she didn't need to ask to know that Harry had put charms on the ropes to make sure that nothing bad happened to Astoria. If she hadn't been there to give Astoria a yank or a poke, the ropes would certainly have loosened on their own if Astoria reached a certain point. Any time Harry indulged in her little sister's wilder, darker desires, he would always make sure she was protected (from herself, mainly.)
"Daph," Astoria managed to get out somehow. Daphne gave her hair another pull, cutting off her brief window of being able to speak by putting pressure. She gave her another little prod with her wand to keep Astoria alert and flailing like she was attacking her bindings. Yet another orgasm took place, and Astoria's eyes were wide at the end of it. Daphne could see the panic setting in. and she whispered into her ear, doing what she could to finish her off.
"You are such a fucking slut," she whispered. "Maybe we should just finish you off entirely right here and now." Astoria came again, so overstimulated by this point that just about anything could have set her off, let alone a taunt whispered into her ear that directly attacked her masochistic tendencies and laid her bare. That being said, Daphne could see that her panic was real. Her little sister was at her limit already; she'd lasted far longer than Daphne could imagine anyone else being able to last, herself included.
"Please, Daph," Astoria wheezed, so weakly that Daphne doubted Harry could even hear it. Only she could hear Astoria begging as she reached the end of her proverbial rope. "I can't—no more. Can't hold on."
She was truly done now, and Daphne was there to catch her and guide her down to the ground even as one more orgasm flooded her body, Harry having vanished the bindings at the proper moment. Astoria had been drained so dry that it looked like the orgasm caused her more pain than pleasure. The toys left her, magically moving to be cleaned and stored away. Harry and Daphne didn't care about the toys, though. They both moved as one to bring Astoria onto the bed with them so she was lying across and on top of Harry, but with her head resting in Daphne's lap.
"Love you both so much," Astoria whispered weakly. Daphne was surprised she could get anything out at all, but those five whispered words seemed to use up the last of her strength, because she was out before either of them could say anything in response.
"This will not be a comfortable position for her to sleep in," Daphne said, smiling fondly.
"Right," Harry said, smiling. "Come here, then." Daphne snuggled into him, with Astoria grappling her and now lying on both of them.
"You know, she may start demanding things regularly if this is how you respond to it," Daphne pointed out in between slow kisses with Harry.
"Okay, I can understand that she's into some seriously wild shite that kind of makes me want to run the other way," Parvati said from the doorway, making them both look up. "But how could a rope around her neck make her react like that all on its own?"
"I don't have the energy left to even begin to explain what turns my little sister on," Daphne said, shaking her head with a smile. "Cissa, would you do the honors?"
"Of course." Narcissa took Parvati by the arm and led her away from the doorway. "Come along, lovely young Parvati. Let's leave sleeping beauty and the lovebirds alone, and I can hep you try to understand what you just watched. We don't have enough time before dinner to get anything fun started anyway."