Astoria was trapped on the large loveseat. Narcissa's arms held her body firmly against her as she sat between her mother in law's legs, and her arms were bound behind her back. Narcissa, Harry and Daphne were carrying on a conversation that Astoria was not currently able to participate in. They hadn't silenced her or anything like that, but it was a bit difficult to speak when your own knickers were stuffed inside your mouth.
She wasn't the only one in an awkward position. Daphne was between Harry's legs as well, but that was not the position she'd initially chosen for herself. She'd tried to lie on the couch on her stomach next to him to give her sore arse a break, but he'd cut that off right away and pulled her back up. She'd groaned that she needed more salve and wiggled her bright red arse at him to prove her point, but he'd been unmoved. He'd actually given her a few hard spanks on her aching bum and then tugged her to sit between his legs, directly on her arse. As he'd said to her, she was going to sit down and soak in the discomfort she'd earned for herself.
"Having fun over there, you two?" Narcissa asked.
"I don't think we're having nearly as much fun as you and my sister are," Daphne grumbled. "Or at least I'm not. Harry gave me no choice but to sit my sore arse down on the couch. My slutty little sister curled right up with you."
Astoria couldn't protest with her knickers in her mouth, but even if she'd been able to it wasn't like she had any real counterargument to offer. Daphne was right, after all. She hadn't been told to sit between Narcissa's legs like this; she hadn't even given her so much as a look. Astoria had sat down like this all on her own without any commands or requests. It hadn't been her idea to bind her arms behind her back or gag herself with her own knickers, but it wasn't like she'd complained, resisted or even been surprised when that happened.
"I'm not sure what you're complaining about," Harry said. "I'd say I'm being far gentler with you than Narcissa is with your sister." This was true. Daphne wasn't bound or gagged at all, and while Harry was playing with her nipples, it was more of a teasing sort of tug. Narcissa's tugs on Astoria's nipples, on the other hand, were very rough on occasion. She seemed to be trying to draw out a squeal of pain every once in a while, and she succeeded, muffled though they were by her knickers.
It wasn't pure roughness from Narcissa though. The hard tugs were actually few and far between, and most of the time her touch was light and pleasurable. The whimpers of pain did come when Narcissa aimed for them, but in general Astoria was shivering with excitement and emitting little muffled moans into her knicker gag.
"Don't let Astoria fool you," Narcissa said aloud. "She loves every second of it." Astoria moaned into her gag as Narcissa's fingers softly brushed across her sensitive nipples once again.
"Oh, we're all well aware of that," Harry said, smiling across the room at them both. "She's right where she wants to be."
"Indeed," Narcissa said. Then she leaned her head in close to Astoria's and whispered into her ear. "And as much as it wounds my pride to say it, I'm glad you managed to force yourself back into Harry's life."
Astoria wanted to doubt the sincerity of her words and dismiss it out of hand. Their relationship had been rocky from the moment Draco announced their betrothal to his mother. Narcissa had initially gotten entangled in all of this while trying to end her affair with Harry and get her to return to being a dutiful wife for Draco, and then she'd gone out and arranged for Harry and Daphne to connect. It was no secret to Astoria that Narcissa had set all of that up to push her out of Harry's life. That had been obvious right from the beginning, even before Narcissa had rubbed it in her face. There was no reason for her to believe that Narcissa was actually happy to see her scheming undone.
But Narcissa's voice was gentle, and she sounded like she was being genuinely honest with her. Things had been changing between them rapidly as of late, but Astoria hadn't expected this. She responded by shifting her body a bit so she could lay back against Narcissa further, spreading her body out and giving her complete and unrestricted access to her body. She was presenting herself to Narcissa so she could do whatever she pleased with her.
Narcissa continued to touch her gently, and Astoria cooed around her gag. Her pleasure did not go unnoticed by the couple sitting on the couch across from them.
"You're looking quite comfortable there, sis," Daphne said with a chuckle. Narcissa seemed to take this as something of a challenge, because she gave Astoria's nipples a sudden sharp tug that was harder than any all night, if not harder than any she'd ever given her. It was sudden and so rough that tears welled up in Astoria's eyes, but she couldn't help but notice that her pussy got slicker as well. It was painful, but Astoria had long since accepted that pain could be exhilarating. She arched her back into the touch.
"You seem quite comfortable yourself, Daph," Harry said. Astoria came to her senses enough to watch as Harry gave her older sister's nipples a tug as well. Daphne's breathing hitched and she arched her back much like Astoria was doing.
"Are you enjoying being tormented while you watch your sister receive the exact same thing?" Harry asked, taunting Daphne. He let go of her nipples at around the same time Narcissa released Astoria's, and his fingers rubbed across her cunt.
"You don't need to answer that," he teased, moving his fingers back and forth. "I can feel it all for myself." His fingers slid back up Daphne's body, and she moaned with need.
Astoria watched with a twinge of jealousy, but before Harry's fingers could make it too far Daphne suddenly sat up straight and then got up to her feet.
"I think it's time for Astoria's reward, don't you?" she said. Astoria beamed with excitement at her sister, but Harry laughed.
"You're only saying that because you want to have your turn, and you know you have to wait for both her and Narcissa to get theirs first tonight," Harry said, amused. But he got up off of the couch and crossed the short distance to Astoria, who Narcissa released, Harry hauled Astoria up over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs like a sack of potatoes, giving her arse the occasional hard swat with his hand as they walked. Astoria squealed happily around the underwear in her mouth, and when she felt like he was taking too long in between swats she thrust her arse up to signal that she wanted more. Narcissa and especially Daphne laughed at the sight.
"Maybe I should see if Astoria wants to step in as a substitute if I ever earn another spanking like you gave me today," Daphne said. "She'd probably have the time of her life."
"She certainly has a thing for spanking," Narcissa said.
"And Harry has more than just a thing for spanking," Daphne added.
"I most definitely do," Harry agreed. He gave Astoria a sharp slap on the bum for emphasis, much to her pleasure.
"After my time as Astoria's disciplinarian, I can understand why," Narcissa said as they rounded the corner and reached the master bedroom door. Harry nudged the door open with his foot and carried Astoria inside. He put her down on her feet so he could unbind her hands, and as soon as that was accomplished he picked her right back up. Astoria immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, much like Daphne had earlier that day.
Harry's hands went to her arse, but it wasn't simply to support her. She thought he might carry her over to the bed and fuck her there, but instead he simply lowered her down onto his cock right then and there.
Astoria had no complaints whatsoever about this position, especially once he began to bounce her up and down on his cock intensely. It wasn't the first time he'd held her and fucked her similar to this, but it had never felt quite like this. This time felt surprisingly more intimate to her than any other time they'd fucked like this. Maybe it was because she saw Daphne in this same position earlier. Whatever the case, she moaned happily as her lover held her by the arse and bounced her on his cock.
"Oh, stop your whining," Daphne muttered, startling Astoria, who was doing nothing of the sort. "Don't worry, I'll fix it." It took her a moment to realize that she was speaking to Narcissa rather than her, and she'd only just reached that conclusion when she felt something entering her arse.
"Excellent work," Narcissa said as she pushed the strap-on deeper into Astoria's bum. "This box is at the perfect height now." Astoria felt one of Narcissa's arms wrap around both her and Harry, and realized Narcissa was using it to help her in thrusting her hips up. Astoria looked down and saw exactly what was happening. Narcissa was standing on what looked to be a hastily conjured platform, and that was how she made up the height difference and became tall enough to reach the height Harry was fucking her at. Obviously the conjuration had been Daphne's work, or at the very least it had been her work to fix it so it was at the proper height.
Astoria didn't know whether this was a decision made in the moment or if Harry had known about it beforehand, but either way he did not let it throw him off of his game. He again bounced her body up and down, only now he was raising and lowering her onto both his cock in her pussy and Narcissa's strap-on in her arse. Narcissa left the bouncing to Harry, and since she no longer had to thrust and just had to hold her hips relatively still so Harry could bounce Astoria, she amused herself by smacking the sides of her arse at random, slapping whatever Harry's hands weren't already gripping and covering.
It wasn't precisely what Astoria had had in mind, but she adjusted quickly to the unexpected double penetration. It was a mixture of a surprisingly intimate fuck with Harry and a dirty strap-on buggering from Narcissa, and she found that it appealed to both the romantic and the horny slut that resided inside of her. The Lady Malfoy had come a long way, and this, right here, being bounced on the cock of her husband's lifelong enemy while simultaneously having her arse lowered onto her mother in law's strap-on, felt like it was exactly where she was meant to be.
Just when Astoria felt herself hit orgasm, Narcissa suddenly reached up and around and wrapped her hands around her throat. She gasped breathlessly and shook in Harry's arms as her body dealt with the dual sensations of a powerful orgasm and a lack of oxygen, but Narcissa's hands only tightened their grip.
"I bet you wouldn't ask me to stop even if you could," Narcissa said. "Choking you like this is just going to make you cum again, and quickly, won't it?" She couldn't possibly expect an answer from Astoria, so she squeezed her neck tighter and then pulled one hand away from her throat so she could pull her head back by her hair.
Narcissa was right. Astoria came again, and exceptionally quickly. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes after her previous orgasm died down that she was cumming all over again.
Daphne began laughing uproariously as she watched the show and realized that Astoria was having a second orgasm, this time while being choked.
"You find that funny, do you, Daphne?" Harry asked.
"Yes, in fact, I do," Daphne said, still chuckling. "It takes a special kind of slut to get off on being choked."
"I couldn't agree more," he said. "I wonder if she's the only Greengrass sister that likes it? I'll have to make sure to find out later." Daphne was not thrown by Harry's teasing.
"There's no need to wait for confirmation on that, because the answer is a definite and resounding yes," Daphne said. "But you should probably try it out for yourself later, just to be sure I'm not lying."
"I will do that," he promised. Then he returned his full attention to bouncing Astoria on the pair of cocks, one artificial and one flesh and blood, filling her holes and giving her the kind of fuck she'd been using as motivation all afternoon in the office while she finished off Harry's paperwork.
Astoria hung there happily, thrilled to be used like this, and willing to stay just like this for as long as Harry wanted. He bounced her for several more minutes until she could tell he was getting close to an orgasm based on how he grunted, squeezed her arse cheeks tighter and bounced her even faster and more forcefully. She moaned into his ear, eager to feel him cum inside of her. No matter how many times it happened, she would never get tired of being filled by her lover.
He held her down on his cock while he shot jet after jet of semen inside of her, and Astoria cooed happily around the underwear in her mouth.
"Do you want to swap?" Harry asked after taking a moment to catch his breath, and it took Astoria a second to realize that he wasn't talking to her but to Narcissa.
"There's no way I could follow that act," she said. "I can't hold her up like you do so easily."
Speaking of holding her effortlessly, Harry pulled his cock out of Astoria, spun her around and hooked his arms behind her knees. He tugged her legs further up, leaving her lower body even more exposed as her back came flush against his chest. Astoria felt like she knew what was coming next, and was ecstatic about being correct when she felt his cock slip into her arse.
It was incredible, both to be held up in this position and to feel Harry's cock in her arse like this. She felt like she should be doing something, though she didn't know what, so she just grabbed her own ankles to keep herself spread and exposed.
"Yes, I believe that will work," Narcissa said, and then she pulled the knickers out of Astoria's mouth. Astoria had just a few seconds to breathe free air before Narcissa was kissing her passionately. Astoria kissed her back automatically, and was still kissing her as she felt the strap-on roughly inserted into her pussy. Now Astoria found herself in the inverse position of before, with Harry's big cock in her arse and Narcissa fucking her pussy with the strap-on. Just as before, she welcomed the new position wholeheartedly. She also welcomed Narcissa's tongue into her mouth.
"I don't understand how you and Narcissa have any energy remaining after everything you've done today," Daphne remarked while Astoria and Narcissa continued to snog. Harry laughed.
"I took a note out of your book and made sure I would have enough stamina to do what needed to be done," he said. "I had to make sure all three of you are satisfied, didn't I?"
Astoria agreed, or she would have if she'd been able. As the double penetration continued, every bit as roughly as it had in its original position, she was fading fast. By the time Harry and Narcissa fucked her to another orgasm her vision was becoming blurry. She was barely even able to think straight, but she did hear the next thing out of Harry's mouth.
"Go ahead," he said. "I think we all know she's going to enjoy it."
Astoria didn't know what he meant or who he was even talking to, but the question was answered when Narcissa began to tug at her nipples like she had been doing downstairs. Then she started to slap her breasts, and Astoria groaned. It was just the right combination of pain and pleasure, and Harry was completely correct. She was enjoying it; she was enjoying it a great deal.
"She certainly looks like she's enjoying it," Daphne said. "I think you should thank Narcissa, don't you, little sis?" Narcissa broke their kiss and grinned at Astoria expectantly, but Astoria surprised her with what she actually said.
"Can I have another?" she asked. Narcissa's eyes widened for a second, but then she grinned and gave her another slap on the tit. Astoria squealed. "T-thank you!"
Narcissa kissed her deeply once again, and they continued to kiss while the double fucking of Astoria continued. Their lips were still locked together when Astoria reached another orgasm, and by the way Narcissa groaned she was pretty sure she wasn't the only one.
Astoria was close to passing out from the combination of the demanding double fuck and all of the pleasure that had been thrust upon her, but her night was not over just yet. Harry dumped her down onto the floor and roughly yanked on her hair to get her to kneel. His cock rubbed against her lips, and when Astoria was too slow to react for his liking he took matters into his own hands. He gave her a slap across the cheek that wasn't truly painful, but it wasn't exactly gentle either. Astoria yelped at the contact, and Harry took that opening to push forward and shove his cock inside of her.
He didn't merely stick his cock inside of her mouth either. He thrust it in deep, forcing her to take it entirely into her throat. Harry was standing directly above her and shoving straight down as he fucked her throat. It was rough and commanding, and it turned Astoria on more than it probably really should. Would a normal woman get so excited about having her throat fucked so roughly? She highly doubted it. She could only imagine how she would have scoffed and mocked such a woman back when she'd been firmly entrenched as the Lady Malfoy, back before she'd fallen into Harry's clutches, he'd called her bluff and shown her a side of sex she never could have imagined previously.
His balls were on her chin, and she was shoved so firmly against his abs that she couldn't see a thing. She could go nowhere as he used her until he erupted into her throat. Astoria usually would love having Harry cum down her throat, but this position allowed him to get even deeper in her throat than usual. It was to the point that she felt a bit of pain and even some lightheadedness, and she panicked a bit and slapped at his leg. He pulled out of her throat and allowed her to get some desperately needed air, but time did not stand still just because Astoria was doubled over and trying to suck in oxygen.
"Nope, don't even think about it, Daphne," Harry said. "You know you're up last tonight. Wait your turn." Daphne groaned, but Harry ignored her. "Narcissa, give Astoria the strap-on. Daphne, adjust the height of the platform so it'll be usable for your sister."
--
Astoria hadn't thought she had it in her to be grateful to not be involved in any of the sexual activity, but at the moment she was happy to sit back and watch the other three at play. She was absolutely exhausted, and she had a feeling her sister would be feeling much the same way by the time Harry and Narcissa were finished with her.
It was impressive to see Narcissa on the platform and doing her part in double fucking Daphne. She had to be extremely tired herself, especially after she'd just gotten done being double penetrated by Harry and herself. But she was still doing all she could to participate. Harry was doing the majority of the work, as he had been all night long, but Narcissa even staying in there to the extent that she was was commendable.
By far the most impressive of all was Harry though. Astoria was right there watching and she still couldn't believe how effortlessly he was tossing Daphne's body around, bouncing her on his cock and the strap-on. Where did he get it from? He had to have been bouncing her like that for thirty minutes or so, and Narcissa had been on the receiving end for around the same amount of time without any sort of break in between. Then he'd gone straight into doing the same to Daphne, but he didn't even look to be tired. They truly did have quite a man. She supposed he had to be, to handle all three of them as routinely as he did.
It was a different sort of impressive, but Astoria had to admire what Daphne was doing too, namely how she was managing to be in this position and yet still somehow dominate her kiss with Narcissa. She herself had felt completely submissive when it was her turn to get double penetrated by Harry and Narcissa, but her older sister still found a way to exert some control even while being bounced on the strap-on with Harry's cock in her arse. Even Daphne had her limits though, and after she was fucked to her third orgasm she had clearly had enough.
"I need to catch my breath," Daphne said, and with how hard she was breathing it was obvious that she meant it. "I'm feeling a bit lightheaded."
"Not until I'm done," Harry growled, to Astoria's surprise. She wondered if he would have listened to Daphne under ordinary circumstances but was pushing her beyond her limits now to give her a taste of what her younger sister had been put through. Whatever his motivation, he kept bouncing Daphne on his cock until she was forced towards a fourth orgasm. She was led along to that point in part by Harry gripping her neck, in the process forcing one of her legs even further up.
"Time to find out if you were lying or not," he said. Daphne's orgasm hit, and he shook his head. "Nope, you definitely weren't. I guess it runs in the family, huh? Both of you Greengrass sisters get off on being choked."
Narcissa pulled the strap-on out of Daphne, and her legs looked shaky as she stepped back. Harry wasn't the least bit shaky though. He came inside of Daphne's arse, carried her over and into their bed. He cleaned her off with a wave of his hand and then cuddled her from behind. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, he let his affection and care for her show. Daphne let out whimpers that showed how undeniably tired she was, but Astoria could see her smiling as well.
"If you even think about shoving that thing into me again I will cut it off," Daphne muttered. "I have no idea how you're still hard. I didn't even use any potions on you."
"You can use Astoria now," Narcissa said as she flopped down onto the bed in front of Daphne. "I can't stop my legs from twitching."
"Did you push yourself too hard, madame?" Harry asked, teasing Narcissa.
"I'm not as insatiable as you are," she said. "Even the pepper-up potion has its limits."
"Fair enough," Harry said, sounding amused. "You did participate just as much as I did today, even if I did most of the actual work."
Astoria felt sure that this would be the end of it, despite Narcissa's suggestion that he amuse himself with her now. But when he looked her way there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. Somehow, someway, he was still in the mood for more. She was amazed that he had any stamina left, but she knew she could not let it go unanswered. She'd been curled up in a chair and relaxing, but she dragged herself up out of the chair and back to her feet before he even had to think about commanding her to do so.
Harry got up out of the bed and started to walk away, motioning for Astoria to follow him. She could barely walk, and in fact her knees buckled when she attempted to follow him. Daphne giggled at her failed attempt, and then giggled again when Harry simply picked her up over his shoulder without warning. For the second time that night, Harry carried Astoria around like a sack of potatoes, only this time he was doing so after all that he'd already done. Astoria squealed in surprise, but also in delight. This was a far more playful action than she could ever remember experiencing with Harry before she'd been cut out of his life initially. And as he carried her out of the master bedroom, Astoria felt ready to play despite her own exhaustion. If Harry could will his body to keep going, she would just have to suck it up and do the same.
--
"I'm telling you, it's blowing up," Astoria said. "Brown's Boutique is the only place any self-respecting young witch will be going to for their fashion needs before the year is out."
"Hard to imagine Lavender Brown as an entrepreneur," Harry mused. "But she and Parvati did always seem obsessed with fancy dress robes, makeup and all that stuff. Good for her for finding her calling."
"Mmm." Astoria took another little bite of her ice cream and leaned back against him. She could hardly believe how regular and nice and, and domestic it all felt. There was no way they would've ever done something like this before, but their relationship was different now than it had been prior to Daphne entering his life and her being forced to exit it. Their sex life was as adventurous as it had ever been, but there was more to it now.
She never would have imagined a situation like this back then. They'd finished their fun, and now they were sitting together on the couch, Astoria sitting between Harry's legs with her back against his chest while they ate ice cream and had a casual conversation about nothing in particular. Despite her physical exhaustion, the pleasant conversation had her feeling somewhat refreshed mentally. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a moment like this with a lover. Had she ever? Perhaps not.
Of course, she couldn't help but occasionally wriggle her arse against his cock. No matter how tired she was, feeling that cock against her made her playful, and she loved the way he did his best to hide the hitch in his breath every time she brushed against him. He'd gotten progressively harder as she continued on, and was now back to a full-fledged erection.
She was well aware of how sore she was, and how much worse it would be for her to tomorrow if he slid his cock into her right now, but a not insignificant part of her wanted him to do just that regardless.
Once she finished off her ice cream, Astoria put her empty bowl aside, slid down to the floor and got down on her knees between his spread legs. He hadn't demanded that she do so; he hadn't even suggested it. She was doing this all on her own. The way she figured it, she'd teased him enough and she might as well start sucking his cock on her own terms. That way she could actually enjoy sucking his cock instead of simply having him use her mouth like he had earlier. Being roughly claimed and having her face fucked was arousing, to be sure, but she'd been dominated enough for one night. Right now she just wanted to worship his cock with her mouth and throat, though she giggled as she realized that in its own way this was just as submissive as allowing him to fuck her throat, if not even moreso.
"Get up," Harry said before she could even get started. Astoria whined, but rose to her feet whether she wanted to or not. The vow made sure of that.
"I want to fuck, Harry," she said. "I really do. But if I take any more of your cock tonight I don't think I'll be able to walk right tomorrow." He just stared at her impassively, and she decided to try and bargain with him. "Please, can't I just suck your cock? I want to suck it as badly as I ever have."
"Who said anything about fucking you?" he said. He laid back on the couch while grabbing her by the waist. It wound up with her standing beside his head, and she gasped when she realized what he intended.
"Really?" she blurted out, surprised and very, very excited.
"I promised you a reward, didn't I?" he said, making her smile. "And I also promised the excitement of the rewards would match the severity of the punishments. I intend to make good on both of those promises."
"I figured that how many orgasms you have me, and how intense they all were, was the reward," Astoria said. "Wasn't it?"
"If that's all you want it to be, it could be," he said. "If you'd prefer a break and would rather just rest for the night, that's more than fine." He slowly began to shift as if he was going to sit back up on the couch, and Astoria realized that she had almost stupidly just talked herself right out of Harry using his mouth on her. She'd better hurry to rectify that stupid mistake.
She quickly got into position on him, and moaned loudly as she felt his tongue get to work. Harry was excellent with that tongue, and he was reminding her yet again of all that she'd missed out on. But as fantastic as it felt, Astoria wasn't going to sit back and allow him to handle everything alone. She hadn't been lying when she said she wanted to suck his cock, and with her straddling his head as she was, it was easy for her to extend her body and lavish him with attention.
He was being so good to her, and she wanted to be good to him too. Astoria licked and kissed at the cockhead before taking it between her lips and sucking him as best she could. He was giving her his best, and Astoria's pride would let her do nothing less in return.
It was something of a competition, but it was a competition Astoria was destined to lose. He made her cum first, because of course he did. It was hard for her to be too frustrated about her defeat though. She moaned around his cock as she squirted on his face and into his mouth, and then she got right back down to sucking him. She bobbed her head with even more determination, and to her credit it only took a few more minutes before she was swallowing his load.
She was exhausted once again, but she was also mildly frustrated. She could feel his cock softening in her mouth after his orgasm, and that meant she probably would not get to have the second orgasm his mouth was so close to giving her. She resisted the urge to sigh as she pulled her mouth off of his cock.
Today had been wonderful, and she did get fucked into oblivion. But she was still on edge despite her exhaustion, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to fall asleep any time soon if she was left in this state.
Astoria shrieked in surprise when Harry flipped her off of him and onto her back, and he immediately buried his head between her thighs and licked her like he was desperate to be there, desperate to taste her even though he'd just tasted her plenty.
Astoria had been on the edge already, so it took very little time for him to have her howling at the top of her lungs. She unthinkingly tugged on his hair hard and wrapped her legs around his head tighter than she'd ever been allowed to before, and whether as part of her reward or simply because their relationship had changed, Harry allowed her to do so. He left no doubt of his acceptance of this, because when she hesitated about grabbing his hair at first he took his hand (the one that didn't currently have two fingers inside of her) and grabbed her wrist, encouraging her to grab onto his hair.
"Good job," Harry told her once he was done. He grinned at her as he pulled back once she'd screamed her way through her second climax, and Astoria gave him her best smile in return. She wasn't capable of much in that state; she knew her smile had to be weak and gave away how tired she truly was.
"I can't believe how good you can make me feel," she muttered, barely above a whisper as her eyes drooped. Harry chuckled quietly and picked her up off of the couch to carry her, but unlike all the other occasions today where he'd slung her over one shoulder unceremoniously, this time he hooked one arm under her legs and used the other to support her back so he could carry her bridal-style to her bed in the guest bedroom.
Astoria curled into his chest instinctively, her body accepting his welcoming warmth and comfort and wanting more of it.
"Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" she mumbled, too drowsy to think about the potential consequences of asking a question like that. But her brain did eventually catch up to what she'd just said, and she felt a jolt of panic shoot through her. She was worried enough about how he might react, or maybe more importantly how Daphne might react if he told her, that her body woke up again, at least somewhat. She looked up at him fearfully, but when she met his eyes he just gave her an amused smile.
"I'm not sure how it would be received if I spent the night with you and you alone," he said. "But you're welcome to come and sleep at the bottom of my bed like my little pet if you'd prefer that to sleeping alone in your own bed."
Astoria whimpered, humiliated mainly because she knew what she wanted to do. She was too embarrassed to say it out loud, and when the silence stretched on Harry decided that it wasn't good enough.
"You don't have to say it out loud if you're too embarrassed," he said, and she relaxed slightly. "But you do need to give me some kind of response so I know whether to carry you to my bed or to your own. Do you want to sleep in your bed, or do you want to sleep at the foot of mine? If you don't want to say it, you can just nod your head if you want to come with me, or shake it if you'd rather be alone."
Astoria, confronted with a direct question and compelled to answer it by her vow, had no choice but to nod.
"Foot of the bed it is then," he said, chuckling as he carried her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She expected Daphne and Narcissa to both be fast asleep, but they were sitting up in bed and smirking as Harry returned to the bedroom with Astoria in his arms.
"I told you she would prefer this if you gave her the choice," Daphne said. So apparently this was something they'd discussed beforehand?
"Indeed," Narcissa said as Harry put Astoria down on her feet. "I think we all knew that Astoria would be more comfortable down there than in that cold, lonely room by herself. She's like any other obedient pet in that way."
Harry just rolled his eyes while climbing into the bed, and he summoned a few spare pillows and a blanket over to Astoria as she hurriedly climbed onto the bottom of the bed. She hurried both because she was embarrassed and wanted to get this over with, and because she was exhausted and needed her rest. She prepared to settle in while Daphne welcomed her boyfriend back to their bed with a passionate kiss.
"If you like, you can come up here and sleep in Narcissa's arms," Daphne offered with a tired giggle. "Any time you have permission to sleep in this bed with us, you can join us. You're not our dog."
Astoria took a quick look up at the bed, which currently had Harry in the middle with Narcissa on his right and Daphne on his left. If she got into the position Daphne had just offered, that would put her in between Narcissa and Harry. She was surprised Daphne would permit that, but she hurried to climb up there just in case her older sister had second thoughts.
"No, she's not our dog," Narcissa said through a tired yawn. "She's just our bitch."
Harry and Daphne both laughed at that, but Narcissa just grinned sleepily at Astoria as she crawled towards her. Narcissa tugged her into her arms and kissed her deeply, after which Astoria snuggled into her breasts and sighed in contentment. Narcissa wrapped her arms around her, pinning her arms behind her back as she embraced her tightly enough to practically smother her with her breasts.
Narcissa suddenly leaned over her, and as Astoria heard the sounds of feminine snogging she realized Daphne must have leaned over Harry as well to kiss her. Soon after Astoria moaned as it was her turn to be kissed, and Daphne did the same with Harry.
The kissing didn't last long, because Narcissa drifted off to sleep very quickly. Daphne's soft snores followed soon thereafter, and Astoria closed her eyes, intent on following the lead of the other two women. But her eyes opened right back up when she felt Harry lean in towards her.
"Sleep well, Astoria," he whispered into her ear. "Get your rest, because you're going to need it. When we wake up I'm going to fuck you until you scream."
Astoria liked the sound of that; she shivered in delight at the promise. Then he roughly palmed her arse and sucked on her neck for a few brief but memorable seconds. It ended as quickly as it began. He turned away, putting his back to her as he settled in to go to sleep. She heard his heavy breathing a couple of minutes later, signaling that she was the only one in the room still awake. He'd left her panting with need and feeling much more awake than she had when he carried her into the room, and she realized that this had been the entire point of him teasing her.
--
Narcissa arrived at the Ministry building, but she wasn't there to see Harry this time. On the contrary, she knew that Harry was out for a meeting this afternoon. She was here to see his assistant, or more to the point she was here to further explore Astoria's growing submissive nature towards her. She didn't plan to do anything that Harry wouldn't approve of should he hear about it, but this really would work better if it was just the two of them.
"Oh, hello," Astoria said, looking up as she arrived. "I was just about to head to lunch."
"Yes, I know," Narcissa said. "I came to accompany you."
"Oh. Okay then." Astoria shrugged and made to move past her out of the empty office, but Narcissa not only remained where she was but also cut off Astoria's departure entirely by drawing her wand and locking the door. Astoria turned to look at her in confusion.
"I expect to be greeted appropriately," Narcissa said. Astoria whimpered and moved over to her, ducking her head until she was standing right in front of her. At that point she looked up while clasping her hands behind her back.
"Much better," Narcissa said, and then she pulled Astoria into an aggressive kiss. Astoria moaned as she groped her and dominated the kiss thoroughly. She gave her a firm swat, and Astoria yelped. Her arse was probably still a little tender even though she hadn't been spanked in a few days by this point. "I expect that to be the greeting and the farewell each time, along with you thanking me afterwards." Astoria just nodded, and she raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"Yes, mistress," Astoria said, catching on. "Thank you." Narcissa paused, just wanting to appreciate this moment, but Astoria took it to mean something else. "Are you going to punish me?"
"I'm not," she said, shaking her head. Astoria's face looked disappointed, and though she went carefully blank after just a few seconds Narcissa did not miss it. She laughed and shook her head.
"Do you want to be punished?" she asked while slowly tugging Astoria's robes off of her shoulders, which her daughter in law did not react to. Astoria flushed but said nothing. "Does it turn you on?" Narcissa chuckled. "Of course it does, but that isn't it, is it? Everything seems to turn you on as far as I can tell. Are you worried about acting poorly? It has been a few days since you've been punished." Astoria said nothing but her blushing face spoke for her.
"Very well," Narcissa said as she took Astoria's bra off. As had become standard by this point, she wore no knickers. "A denial hex for the rest of the day seems good."
"No, please, not that!" Astoria pleaded. "Anything else; anything but that! Give me a spanking instead!"
"But your arse is still red," Narcissa said. She gave a rather light swat, just a tease, and something that would have barely even made Astoria react under ordinary circumstances with how rough she was used to being spanked. But even this light spank made Astoria visibly wince, and that just went to show how brutal her last spanking had been. (She had earned it, to be fair.)
"See? You're too tender for that, especially since you didn't even earn a punishment. And while I have no problem seeing to your punishment and your pleasure, I'm not about to earn Harry's wrath. Even if we were to tell him the truth, that you'd asked for it, he still wouldn't be pleased with me. Sorry; no matter how much it might turn you on, I have no intention of harming you or making Harry mad enough with me that my own arse is in the same state as yours."
Astoria mumbled something indistinct, but Narcissa shook her head.
"If you have something to say, speak up so I can actually hear you," she said.
"If my arse is too red, you can spank my tits," Astoria said, now clearly and loudly enough for Narcissa to understand her. Narcissa understood, and she was greatly amused.
"You want more of what Harry allowed me to provide you the other day?" she said, laughing. "Very well; we can do that. Put your arms behind your head and push your chest up."
Astoria did as she was told, and Narcissa gave her what she was looking for. She delivered ten hard smacks, trying to at least come close to the force Harry applied. She paused after ten, trying to decide the best way to handle this.
"We'll go for twenty more," she said. "If you can take all of that, I'll make sure you're also reminded why it's a good idea not to misbehave."
Astoria's acceptance was made clear as she kept her chest thrust out while Narcissa delivered the promised slaps. She made it through the promised twenty, after which she finally allowed herself to tend to her breasts. Narcissa's work had been completed; both breasts were now covered in red handprints.
"Good girl," Narcissa muttered before kissing Astoria aggressively. Astoria only moaned, clasped her hands behind her back yet again and allowed Narcissa to kiss her. She seemed to be growing more docile and submissive by the day, and this was only further reinforced once Narcissa broke the kiss.
"Thank you for the punishment," Astoria said.
"You're to come to me any time you feel like your mood is dropping and you're about to say or do something unpleasant," Narcissa instructed. "Whenever you do, I will ensure that you are adequately reminded of the consequences you'll face should you choose to act out."
"I will," Astoria agreed, and Narcissa stroked her face gently.
"You're becoming a very good girl, Astoria," she said. She vanished Astoria's bra. "Now go ahead and get dressed. And if I ever catch you wearing a bra again when it's not absolutely necessary, you can expect to receive double the punishment that you just did, at a minimum."
Narcissa walked to the door and unlocked it, but Astoria was still pulling her robes back on when she was ready to depart. She sighed.
"Please hurry up," she said. "If you want me to have time to kneel between those pretty little thighs of yours during your lunch break, you're going to need to speed things up."
That did the trick. Astoria got finished dressing and scrambled towards the door, making Narcissa grin at how eager she was.
--
They made it back to the office roughly ten minutes before Harry was due to return, but before Narcissa could leave, Astoria told her to wait. She looked at her questioningly.
"Would you like me to--" Astoria began to say, but the words died down and she looked away with a flush. Narcissa watched her critically for a moment, and then grinned as she realized what Astoria was likely trying to ask based on what they'd been up to during her lunch break.
"Are you trying to ask permission to get on your knees and between my legs?" she asked. She stepped up to her, and Astoria whimpered. Narcissa smirked and tapped her cheek with her hand, then pointed to her feet. "If that's what you were going to ask, the answer is yes. If not, I will leave and let you get back to work."
Astoria kneeled down while Narcissa tugged her robes off and then shuffled forward so she stood directly above Astoria. She grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her head forward, pulling her mouth to her cunt. Astoria started licking immediately, and Narcissa moaned.
"I'm glad you're beginning to learn how to show gratitude," she said as Astoria licked her. "Good deeds do not go unrewarded. To prove it, I will show my own gratitude by taking care of your daily task to help a muggle today."
--
Daphne's hands played with Narcissa's breasts, lingering on her nipple piercings like usual. They were laying in bed, both having been very exhausted by Harry. That didn't stop her from playing with Narcissa's breasts or kissing her neck though.
They might be exhausted, but Harry was still more than capable of going on. As if there was any doubt, they could both hear Astoria gagging around his cock as it was shoved down her throat in the shower. They listened to it in silence for a moment before Narcissa spoke.
"You know, sucking cock wasn't something I ever used to think of as fun or exciting. I'd essentially never done it before, but the way Harry reacts when his cock is in my mouth makes me want to do it, for my own satisfaction as much as for his."
"He almost never asks me to suck him," Daphne commented. "When I do it he tends to hurry into sex quickly. I don't think I'm bad at it. He's never said anything at least." She hated the brief flicker of insecurity that she felt.
"You're certainly not bad at it," Narcissa said with a laugh. "I've heard the way he moans when he actually sits back and lets you suck. It's just that he cares about your pleasure first and foremost, and you know how unselfish he is."
"I know that," Daphne grumbled. "It's endearing, and I shouldn't complain about it. But sometimes I want to pleasure him like he always does for me."
"So why don't you just do it?" Narcissa questioned. "I doubt Harry is going to complain or be foolish enough to try and stop you if you simply look him in the eye and tell him you want to suck his cock."
A slow grin spread on Daphne's face. She was right; all she needed to do was take charge and tell him what she wanted, and he wouldn't dream of stopping her. She showed Narcissa her appreciation by kissing her deeply, and the other woman moaned into her mouth and returned the kiss as best she could.
--
Harry ducked out of the office for lunch, moving quickly. It wasn't often that he got to see Daphne during the day, so when she'd sent a message asking if he'd like to meet up for a quick lunch he'd jumped at the chance.
She was waiting for him when he arrived at the diner, and flashed him a brilliant smile as he walked in and joined her in the booth she'd claimed near the back.
It didn't take him long to realize that Daphne had more on her mind than a simple quick lunch. This was a muggle establishment so they weren't wearing their robes, and the red blouse she was wearing was unbuttoned at least two buttons lower than would be considered appropriate outside the bedroom. It was obviously intentional too, because she deliberately flashed her cleavage at him whenever possible while eating the sandwich she'd ordered. He didn't know exactly what she had planned, but he was sure it would be loads of fun.
He was full of anticipation as he accompanied her back to her office, and she could tell. She smiled at him knowingly, and then her hand brushed across his trousers, rubbing his cock which was hard thanks to her.
"I can help you with that," she said, and the next thing he knew she was dragging him into a spare storage room a few doors down from her office.
Harry was amazed that they were doing this, especially here, but Daphne confirmed it was really happening by stripping out of her blouse and bra quickly. Before he could reach out and touch her, she pushed him against the wall and dropped to her knees. That was always a welcome sight, and her unzipping his trousers, fishing his cock out and taking it between her lips was an even better one. But he tried to get her to pull off quickly so he could get down to fucking her. She didn't seem interested in that though, resisting his attempts to extricate himself.
"Daph, you'd better hurry up if you want me to fuck you," he whispered. She'd put up a silencing charm on the door but it just felt natural to whisper, knowing that her coworkers were walking right by the door. She pulled her mouth off of him, but she did not get back up on her feet.
"I don't want you to shag me today," she said. "I want to be your dirty slut too, just like Astoria is. I want to suck your cock while my coworkers walk around outside."
How could he say no to something like that? Harry stopped resisting, stood there and allowed his girlfriend to suck his cock. This wasn't something they did all that often, and when they did it wasn't for very long, but if Daphne wanted to do this for him he wasn't going to stop her. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to get him off either. It was the exact opposite in fact, as she did all she could to not only suck his cock well but to suck it for as long as she possibly could. She dragged things out by constantly varying her approach. Sometimes she would frantically deepthroat him, but she would always back off into an almost torturously slow blowjob before he could actually finish.
Then she would take his cock out of her mouth entirely and lick his balls while moaning erotically, or she would rub his cock all over her face. Whatever she did, she did it extremely well.
"I love this so much," she said. "I love pleasuring you. I love knowing how much you enjoy this." And enjoy it he did. When she took him into her throat so far that her nose was flush against him, and she stared up at him while her tongue licked as much as it could while she gagged around his cock, he had to groan loudly. He was thankful that the room was silenced, because there was no way he could stop from responding to such an excellent blowjob. She didn't suck his cock as often as he had Astoria or Narcissa do it, but that didn't mean she didn't have the skill to make his knees weak.
He grunted as Daphne made him cum, and she took it all in her mouth, not pulling back until he was finished. Once that was done she opened her mouth to show him his cum on her tongue, and then she slowly swallowed it while staring at him. The way she moaned as she did it made him growl in the back of his throat.
"Thank you," she said once she'd swallowed it all down. His cock twitched in her hand, and whatever she might have had planned, he decided then and there that they were not finished just yet. When she got up to her feet he surged forward and pinned her against the wall, and before she even knew what had happened he had hiked her skirt up and stabbed his cock into her in one rough thrust. Daphne let out a surprised gasp that turned into a moan.
"We're going to be late for work," she gasped out. He grunted, not the least bit concerned with that.
"Then we'll be late," he growled. "I can't go back to work until my favorite slut has screamed my name at least once." Daphne groaned, but took his deep thrusts up against the wall without showing any genuine dissatisfaction with the situation.
"This was supposed to be my chance to show you how much I love pleasuring you," she moaned. "You don't always have to reciprocate."
Harry chuckled and brought his hands down on her arse with a resounding smack, and then brought one hand up to her throat. He didn't go for an all-out choking, but just enough to show her he was there and show her he was in control here.
"Nothing pleasures me more than when I hear you screaming my name," he said.
"Fuck, I'm close!" she said. "I'm so close, Harry!"
"That's what I'm talking about," he said, thrusting harder into her and thumping her against the wall. "Let me hear it. Be a good slut and cum for me, Daph."
She did just that, and the way she screamed and moaned his name as she came on his cock was music to Harry's ears. It sounded so good to him that he couldn't get enough of it.
"Yeah, that's it," he said. "I want to hear that one more time before I have to go and do paperwork for the rest of the day. You're just going to have to keep pleasuring me and be late."
"Yes, sir," Daphne said, moaning as he started fucking her again.
--
Astoria sat in her chair stiffly directly across from Daphne on the couch, and she was feeling very uncomfortable. When Daphne told her they needed to talk and looked at her with that serious expression on her face, she'd dreaded what might be said. Had her sister changed her mind about letting her into Harry's life? Was she going to cut Astoria off all over again? She didn't think she could bear that, not after having gotten it back at long last.
That wasn't what Daphne actually wanted to discuss, but her chosen topic was no more comfortable for Astoria.
"How do you feel about Draco?" Daphne asked seriously, finally breaking the silence. Astoria's eyes widened, dreading this line of discussion, but it wasn't like she could lie about it. The vow wouldn't allow it.
"I don't like him," she said. "I don't know why I ever did. I'm not attracted to him, and the moment he comes back from a trip I find myself hoping he'll turn around and go on another one." Astoria seethed as she heard the words pour out of her mouth without her permission or approval, and her face hardened as she looked at her sister. "Does that amuse you?" she bit out. "You hardly need to rub in how shite my marriage is or what a bad decision that was. I'm well aware of it and don't need you reminding me, much less rubbing my face in it!"
"No, I'm not amused in the slightest," Daphne said. The look of pity on her face both wounded Astoria's pride and mollified her at the same time. "I'm sad that you're so unhappy with how your life has turned out. And for my own part I regret any and every decision I made that might have contributed to pushing you away. That was never my intention, and I was only ever concerned with trying to keep you safe and happy through the war. But if I did anything to make you feel like you couldn't turn to me and had to turn to Malfoy instead, I am truly sorry for it."
Astoria was struck speechless, but Daphne wasn't done yet. Before Astoria could even recover from the unexpected raw and emotional statement, her older sister moved straight into another topic Astoria would much rather avoid.
"And how do you feel about Harry?" Daphne asked softly. Astoria shook her head rapidly, wanting to clamp her lips shut, wanting to do anything that might prevent her from having to answer that question. But her vow would not allow that. Daphne had asked her a direct question, and she had no choice but to answer it no matter what consequences her answer might bring.
"I've never been attracted to anyone the way I'm attracted to him," she said, while wishing she could keep her mouth closed. But it was only going to get worse from there. "I want even more with him. I want him to keep fucking me like he does, but I want what you have too."
There it was; it was all out in the open now. She'd just told her sister that she not only wanted to keep fucking her boyfriend but wanted him in a romantic sense. There was no way this wasn't going to end badly. She covered her face in her hands and tried to hold back tears, not wanting to break down in front of her sister any more than she already had.
She'd just been forced to admit out loud to something that she had just begun to realize for herself back before Daphne had first entered Harry's life and everything had changed. She'd never truly been able to admit it even to herself back then, let alone to Harry. Now she'd blurted it all out to the one person in the world she wanted to hide it from for fear of her reaction. She was sure that Daphne would be furious, and that she was about to tell her it was never going to happen. She would probably end Astoria's current arrangement as well, and force her to go back to the lonely, empty existence she'd been in before she had been allowed back into Harry's life.
"Yes, that sounds about right," Daphne said. "That's what Narcissa and I assumed." She didn't sound angry, so Astoria risked pulling her hands away from her face and peeking at her sister. "I suspect that Harry feels the same way as you, though I think it'll be much harder to get him to admit to it. He's stubborn like that, and we don't have the benefit of the vow forcing the truth out of him like we do with you."
Astoria felt her heart skip a beat, not just because Daphne wasn't angry but because of what she'd just suggested. Was it possible? Could Harry really have feelings for her? She'd noticed a different element to not just how he fucked her but how he treated her in general since her return, but could it really be that?
"This doesn't change anything at the moment though," Daphne said seriously, cautioning her. "You still have a lot of bad habits you developed over the years that you need to work on. We all have our faults, but yours go beyond simply being embarrassing or unbecoming. Our original arrangement is going to continue to remain in place for the foreseeable future."
"I understand," Astoria said, nodding. And she did. Daphne wasn't wrong. As she looked at the mess her life had become, she knew she had loads of things to work through.
"But as I said, we all have our own issues," Daphne continued. "Harry, Narcissa and I have to accept our own shortcomings, and we'll work on improving right alongside you. Narcissa mainly; she tends to push the limits of what she can get away with even when she knows she shouldn't. But we all have growing to do, and we're going to do it together."
"Together," Astoria said, nodding. That sounded brilliant as far as she was concerned.
"On days like today, you remind me so much of the sister I remember before everything went to hell," Daphne said, smiling at her warmly. "The fun and caring person I was proud to protect; the kind of person I want both of us to be more like." Astoria smiled back, feeling more hopeful than ever that she might be able to repair her relationship with the older sister she'd so adored when growing up.
"Now you'd better get upstairs," Daphne said. She was still smiling, but it was a more flirtatious and playful sort of smile now. "Harry should be finished showering by now, and you only have a few hours before you have to go home. We shouldn't waste any more of your evening sitting here and talking instead of enjoying Harry's attention."
Astoria got up off of her chair with a spring in her step, feeling impossibly light, but before she could go Daphne spoke up again.
"I'm going to insist that Harry is affectionate towards you without hesitation when you earn it and when you want it," Daphne said. "But I'm also going to insist that he's firm in disciplining you when you earn that as well. Sound fair?"
"Fair," Astoria said, nodding. She couldn't ask for more than that. Well, she could ask for more time with Harry, and it was with that motivation in mind that she scurried up the stairs.
--
"You were right," Daphne said as Narcissa stepped through the doorway opposite Astoria. She was pretty sure the older woman had arrived partway through the conversation, so she wasn't telling her anything she hadn't already heard for herself.
"Yes, I saw it developing a long time ago," Narcissa said. "Why do you think I pushed you towards him?" She smiled ruefully at the futility of that plot. She'd succeeded in getting Daphne and Harry together, but Astoria had still found her way back into his life eventually. "Are you going to try and stop her from getting any closer to him?"
"No," Daphne said, turning to Narcissa with a smile. "I'm most certainly not. As for you, I think you're going to have accept that your son is going to be a bachelor again, and probably soon."
"Yes, I've come to accept that," Narcissa said with a shrug. "From the moment you found out about Astoria's relationship with Harry, and decided to invite her in instead of making him fire her as his assistant and cut off all contact, I knew her marriage with Draco was doomed. Though I suppose it was doomed well before that."
She sat down next to Daphne on the couch, wearing only a tiny pair of red knickers and the muggle button down shirt Harry had been wearing earlier, and Daphne mulled over how comfortable Narcissa had become with all of this. She didn't seem bothered to have Astoria back and getting closer to Harry despite her earlier scheming, and she didn't even seem that upset about the inevitable disintegration of her son's marriage.
Daphne hadn't expected Narcissa to become so closely integrated in all of this when she'd first approached her, but she wasn't upset or jealous about Narcissa making herself comfortable. The mixture of affection and attraction she felt for her, the genuine friendship they were forming and Narcissa's submissiveness and understanding of her role (though said role was changing rapidly in some ways) all made her a welcome addition to their strange group. It was almost startling to realize how quickly things had moved with her. She was most certainly not Harry, but Daphne already felt more for her than she ever imagined she would.
"So what brought this about?" Daphne asked. "You were vehemently against Astoria being involved in Harry's life for your son's sake, and now you seem to not even care about him."
"I have no idea," Narcissa said, sighing deeply. "Perhaps getting closer to Astoria recently has forced me to see what a disaster their marriage is and how poorly he treated her, and it reminded me of my own marriage with Lucius. Like father, like son, as they say. And as much as it pains me to say it as his mother, I fear Draco may be beyond redemption by this point."
Daphne just nodded silently, not really sure what to do or say, but wanting to let Narcissa know that she was listening and she was sympathetic.
"Now that I've seen the truth of their relationship, the truth of what Draco has become, I can't continue to sit back and watch Astoria go through that," Narcissa continued. "Especially not after having finally found something good of my own after so many years of doing without. How can I deny Astoria the same thing because she deluded herself into thinking marrying Draco was right for her? I was blinded by the hope that I'd been able to influence Draco and keep him from going too far down the path his father did, but I was wrong. And Astoria shouldn't have to pay for that."
"I'm sorry for what you went through," Daphne said as she put her head on Narcissa's shoulder. "But I'm glad you've changed your mind about Astoria and are willing to help her."
They shared a slow kiss, and it was different than most. Daphne didn't dominate the kiss this time, and Narcissa didn't try to press forward due to the unexpected opening. They just kissed slowly and enjoyed being in each others' presence.
The intimate moment was interrupted by a loud moan from upstairs, and then the thumping of furniture rattling and banging around while Harry fucked Astoria against it.
"There's no need for us to miss out on the fun by staying down here, is there?" Narcissa asked. Daphne pulled back and grinned against her lips.
"I couldn't agree more," she said. They quickly got up off of the couch, and Daphne gave her arse a swat as she passed her. "But you'd better hurry up, otherwise your breasts are going to be as red as Astoria's are after you 'help' her behave." Narcissa looked surprised, and Daphne just giggled and shook her head. "Harry knows more than he lets on, whether he ever mentions it or not."
--
"Hi, Daphne," Harry said, smiling at his girlfriend as she walked into his home office. "How was dinner with your parents?"
"Much better than sitting here looking through ancient legal documents, I'm sure," Daphne said, nodding to the thick stack of parchment he and Narcissa had only just finished reviewing. "Astoria apologized to our parents for her blowup years back, and we all had a long overdue discussion. I'll never forget the smile on mum's face, and dad is thrilled too even if he's not as expressive. They're thrilled to have the real Astoria back, even though I'm sure it will take some time for all the wounds to fully heal."
"That's great," he said, smiling broadly. She grinned and nodded at him.
"It's mainly you I need to thank for that." She looked over to Narcissa. "But you deserve some thanks as well, I guess. We wouldn't have gotten here without either of you."
"I'm glad to hear things are working out," he said. "It had to be hard on your parents to be shunned by their daughter for doing nothing other than trying to look out for her." Daphne nodded.
"It was nice, yeah." Her face took on a different look as she looked at him now. "But we can talk about that some other time. Right now I think it's time for me to punish you for your actions towards Astoria."
"Astoria? What did I do wrong there?" he asked, genuinely baffled.
"You abandoned her to Narcissa and Pansy, of course," Daphne said as if it were obvious. He shook his head immediately.
"I've already apologized and made up for that, and honestly I'm still making up for it," he said. "She gets a lot more leeway than she used to as far as how often she receives her treats."
"I have made up to Astoria quite a few times, and apologized as well, but you still make sure I get punished in addition to all that," Narcissa said. Harry groaned and shook his head. Clearly they were in the mood to play.
"Fine then," he said, shrugging as he looked at Daphne again. "But I'm still not sure how exactly you're going to punish me for not cheating on you. Something tells me this is mainly about Narcissa and Astoria both having had a chance to give me a serious spanking, and you feeling jealous and left out."
"Maybe you're right," Daphne said with a smirk. "But I'm only ensuring you live by your own rules. This doesn't change that." Harry nodded, not seeing any point in arguing. "And I haven't forgotten that you've yet to be punished for the part you played in that," she said, turning to Narcissa.
"I've been punished numerous times since then, so surely you can leave me out," Narcissa said quickly.
"Maybe you're right," Daphne said with a giggle. "But it seems fair that Astoria have someone to amuse herself with while Harry is indisposed."
"That's fair," Narcissa said, sighing. "Even though she's already had quite a few moments where she got to have control, I suppose I can live with a temporary switch in our dynamic, for her sake."
"Perfect," Daphne said. She clapped her hands. "Astoria's already waiting in the bedroom, so we might as well get started right away." She turned on her heel and walked out of the office, trusting that Harry and Narcissa would follow.
She wasn't wrong. Narcissa would follow her lead on just about anything. And Harry was the dominant member of their group most of the time, but if he had to take the occasional spanking to keep his lover happy, he supposed that was a small price to pay.