Astoria felt the impact of her body slamming down over Harry's desk, which she supposed did something to take her mind off of the painful grip he'd had on her hair when he dragged her out of her seat and over to take her punishment.
There wasn't a paddling this time, but it wasn't like Harry didn't know how to drive his point home using only his bare hand. He hiked her work robes up over her arse and gave her fifty hard smacks with his hand, just as she'd earned. The spanks came one after the other, landing in a painful flurry as he made it through all fifty inside of two minutes. Astoria was given no time to recover, and she yelped her way through it all. A few tears were even shed along the way, but Harry surely knew her well enough by now to know that she enjoyed the pain of his hand smacking her bum. And just in case he needed any reminder, she rose up to stand on her tiptoes, pushed her arse up and arched her back, showing him what she wanted and encouraging him to take it.
He accepted the invitation. His hard cock slammed inside of her roughly, and Astoria let out a loud moan. She could never, ever get enough of this.
As Harry fucked her, Astoria found her mind drifting back to the story Daphne had told her; the story of her alone time with Harry after Astoria had been subdued by his tongue.
--
One Week Earlier
Astoria's body was limp on the bed, flat on her back and lost to the world, but she couldn't help it. Harry had just brought her to orgasm for a third time with his tongue in her arse, and her body was still shaking with the remnants of that previously untold pleasure.
Harry had been between her legs for awhile now, and she'd been holding them up to her chest while he worked. He hadn't commanded her to keep them there, but she hadn't known what else to do since her hands had trembled too much to grab onto his hair. He'd gone back and forth after her second orgasm, alternating between rimming her and giving her the more standard but still amazing oral sex she'd already come to know and love. He'd stick with one method until she was worked up into a frenzy, and then he'd pull away briefly and go into the alternative, starting slow so he could build her up all over again.
He'd repeated this deviously pleasurable process until he'd had her shrieking and pleading with him over and over again, something that the other two witches present had been very interested in.
"She looks so far gone that I bet she doesn't even know whether she's begging for an orgasm or for more of the teasing," Narcissa had said to Daphne.
Harry made the decision for her, using his parseltongue skills on her cunt to give her what she would later determine was truly the most explosive orgasm she'd ever had. She squirted everywhere; on his face, on the bed and even onto the floor beside it. Then she flopped over lifelessly on the bed, which was where she currently remained.
"I think I can consider my apology complete," Harry said with a pat on her arse. "Unless you can honestly tell me that you still don't feel like I've made it up to you, even after all that? If you can say that and mean it, I'll have to keep going until you decide that we're even."
Astoria gave her head a tired shake. She hadn't been forced to do so; he hadn't ordered her to answer the question at all, but only to answer him honestly if she did. She could have given him no response at all, but it didn't even occur to her. At this point she was certain that she was in his debt, because however much Pansy and Narcissa had tormented or denied her, she knew without a doubt that if the question was put to her and she was forced to be honest, she would admit that it had all been a net positive. The pleasure Harry had just given her had been well worth any amount of teasing, frustration and humiliation she'd endured along the way.
The slight motion of shaking her head forced her body to feel just how lightheaded she still was from that exhausting and intense pleasure. She unwisely tried to move her body, only to discover that her limbs were trembling and not listening to what her brain was telling them to do. Her movements were uncoordinated and jerky, and it would be some time before that went away.
Harry stood up and kissed her on the forehead, and she would have sighed in contentment if she'd been capable. "Watching you writhe around above me was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life," he whispered into her ear. In spite of everything her body had just been through, she felt a renewed flash of arousal surge through her body at his words, and just as importantly the way he'd said them. She could tell that he was being entire honest, and she knew that he wouldn't lie about such a thing anyway. That meant that she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, even if it had just been for that single moment in time. The idea made her whimper.
"I need to feel that for myself," Astoria heard her older sister mutter.
Harry chuckled. "You can come with me then," he said.
--
Before they even made it to the shower, Daphne dropped to her knees and started to suck Harry off. She sucked him with a desperation that only Astoria had ever matched, and thanks to both the physical sensations and the arousing sight of watching her get so into sucking his cock, Harry had to pull her off of him when he felt himself getting close to finishing.
He used her blonde hair to pull her head off of him, and gathered it into a ponytail on top of her head so he could drag her over to face the body-length mirror. "Look at the mess you're making of yourself, Daph," he taunted. "Are you really enjoying yourself that much?"
"I am," she moaned.
Harry slapped her across the cheek, just one step above what could be considered gently, in order to get her attention. He could have simply told her to look at him, but this was more fun. "Do you still have any desire to be in control now?" he asked.
"No," she said without taking any time to think about it. "I'm much better suited for this; to be yours to use however you want."
"Prove it," he challenged her. "Take my cock all the way down, and don't stop until I tell you that you can come up for air. If you can't force yourself through the struggle like I did for you earlier, you clearly don't deserve the kind of reverence I just gave to your sister."
Daphne took his cock back into her mouth, and Harry didn't apply any force to her head. He let her swallow him, and when she eventually started to gag and choke around the cock in her throat he shook his head. "You still don't have permission to stop."
She tried her best to hold him down her throat, but she was clearly struggling with it. She was about to pull her head away and admit defeat, but he pushed her head back down roughly, keeping her in place and making her squeal around his cock.
"I'm not going to assist you again," he said. "If you want to pull back after I let go, I won't stop you. And if you do, I'll know that you're obviously more interested in your little games than in me."
Daphne started to shake her hands in panic and gestured wildly towards her throat, tears running down her face while her eyes fluttered.
"Pull back or don't, it's up to you," he said as he let go of her hair. "But I haven't given you permission yet, so if you want to earn what your sister got, show me you can take what she can."
She'd just been gesturing to be let go, but now that he'd released her hair and left the choice in her hands, but more importantly reminded her of what she would not be receiving if she failed, her resolved strengthened. She somehow managed to keep her head in place even though he could tell that she truly was on the verge of passing out.
She began to choke around his cock violently due to both her gag reflex and a lack of air, and Harry moaned loudly at the vibrations it sent through his cock. Finally he decided to have mercy on her. "I'm satisfied that you know your place," he said. He grabbed her by the hair again, but this time it was to pull her head back. He did so slower than he imagined she would have preferred, just so he could drag out her torment for a little bit longer.
Daphne looked lightheaded, and he could see her moving her jaw and rubbing at her face. But she still kept her mouth open and her tongue out even though she obviously would have preferred to breathe freely. She was feeling the effects of trying to meet his challenge, but she wasn't giving up.
"You look just like your sister right now," he said as she slapped his cock down onto her outstretched tongue. He kept doing it, and sometimes he forced enough of his cock into her mouth that it cut off her breath again for a moment.
Eventually he pulled back to let her suck in a few more greedy gasps of air, and after giving her that brief break he shoved his cock right back into her mouth and down her throat. Her struggle resumed immediately, and she gurgled around his cock. He showed her no remorse though. Harry grabbed her by the head and fucked her face for a solid thirty seconds,.
--
Daphne struggled in a place somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. She doubted he realized just how close she'd actually come to passing out before, or where she was at now. She just took his cock roughly down her throat while his hands in her hair were the only thing holding her up and preventing her from collapsing onto the floor. Her body was limp and useless, and the darkness was closing in around her at a frightening pace due to how little air she was actually getting.
Finally, just when she thought she was going to have to admit defeat and give him some kind of signal that she could take no more, he pulled out of her mouth at last. He did so only so he could shoot his cum all over her tired face, but that didn't bother Daphne. Oxygen was oxygen.
"Take a look," he said, using his grip on her hair to pull her head up and make her look at herself in the mirror. She did so, and as she stared at her own reflection she felt like she'd been completely conquered. Her body was on display, and she looked like far more than just a slut. Staring at her face and breasts covered in his cum and her own saliva, and seeing it even matted into her hair as well, she felt like she'd been reduced to just an object for him to use and abuse for his own amusement and pleasure. And she'd loved every second of it, no matter how difficult it had been to suffer through. She was beginning to understand why Astoria got so excited about all of this.
"I own you," he said. Then he yanked her hair when she didn't answer him. "Don't I?"
"Yes," she rasped out. "I'm yours."
It seemed unbelievable to her that she'd just spent an entire evening spanking and denying this man, and had had Narcissa and even submissive little Astoria assist her. And after all of that he had popped up from her best effort with barely a teasing mention about his arse being on fire. But compare that to what he'd just done to her. He'd broken her down completely in under ten minutes, and while the throatfuck that had caused it had admittedly been brutal and taxing for her, she'd still loved every second of it.
He would probably laugh if she mentioned that before dating him she had never been the submissive one in bed. Before dating Harry she'd been accustomed to leading the way with her lovers, but with him it seemed like every time he allowed her a bit of dominance he would swiftly remind her why she preferred it the other way around these days.
Harry tugged her to her feet and gripped her throat rather roughly with one hand while he used the other to pin her arms behind her back. With that grip on her he marched her into the shower, but once they made it inside he surprised her by not continuing to conquer her as she'd expected. Maybe that was because he knew he didn't need to as she'd already been conquered. Regardless, once they were in the shower he took the arm that had been gripping her throat and wrapped it around her body to hold her up on unsteady feet. His other hand began to wash her face and clean off the mess he'd made of it, and unless her tired mind was playing tricks on her he also applied some wandless healing charms to her sore throat every time his hand ended up near it.
After he'd washed her face off tenderly, and her throat felt as healthy as if it hadn't just had his cock repeatedly and painfully forced deep down all the way into her stomach, he held her in his arms.
"I love you," he whispered, and then he kissed her on the lips. She melted into his arms, relishing the usual tender aftercare he always provided after some especially rough fun. She loved it, but eventually pulled back so she could look into his eyes and respond.
"I love you too," she said. "And I love it when you do that." She really did, even as intense as it all was and as panicked as she'd been in the heat of the moment. "There's no reason why you should forget that I'm a big girl capable of taking it, either." She wanted him to accept that she could take being used like that just as well as her sister could.
He chuckled into her ear. "I'll keep that in mind later tonight then," he said.
"You do that," she returned. "But as for right now, I still have some time left to show you that I love pleasuring you just as much as the two witches in her bed do."
She pushed him back gently by the shoulders until he was seated in the shower, and she kneeled down between his legs. Again she took his cock into her mouth, intent on showing him just how much she liked being the one to make him feel good.
With the water pouring down on them both, Daphne sucked her boyfriend's cock in t he shower. Thanks to his tender aftercare and those wonderful healing charms, she was able to suck him with her full strength. Her aim was to make him cum as fast as she could, and she attempted to do so by swallowing him down over and over again with immense effort. Her tongue lapped at his balls each time she took him all the way down, and any time there was any part of his cock that wasn't in direct contact with her mouth of her tongue she made sure to service it with her hands.
At one point she took his cock down entirely to the base, and her gag reflex caused her to violently choke around him. It wasn't often that she felt insecure about her sexual prowess or ability to please her boyfriend, but she experienced one of those rare moments now. She couldn't help but note to herself that neither Astoria or Narcissa ever choked quite that violently around his cock, not unless he was in the middle of using them much like he'd used Daphne before they came into the shower. She'd choked like that often out there, which was fine and even expected under the circumstances, but doing so now while she was the one taking the initiative was not something she'd ever seen Narcissa or Astoria do.
She didn't let either the insecurity or the sizeable physical discomfort stop her though. She continued, and she immediately pushed herself right back down to take all of him into her throat again. She kept going, pushing herself as hard as she could again and again until he came.
For this orgasm she did her best to stare straight up into his green eyes and hum around his cock, with her tongue sneaking out to lick his balls as well. She kept that up until she'd swallowed all of his load, and the way he moaned and the satisfaction on his face was a reward more than worth the discomfort it took to achieve it.
Once he was done cumming she slowly slid back up until his cock slipped out of her mouth with a pop. It had required more effort on her part as she'd had to fight against the urge to choke thanks to a lack of air, but Daphne was determined to pull it off and she did.
She was feeling mindless with lust after she was done, and was just about to dive straight into a third blowjob fuelled by the hungry expression Harry had given her while he came in her mouth. But he shook his head.
"We can't be late for work," he said, and now it was his voice that sounded raspy, "as much as I might like to be. Besides, you have more than earned your reward for later."
"Fuck being on time for work today," she said bluntly. The normally punctual and focused Daphne didn't give a damn about her career right now. "I owe you for getting a bit too excited yesterday, and I've never been this fucking horny in my life." She shuffled her body up and mounted him, and began to moan loudly as she bucked her hips against him desperately. She kissed him on the lips passionately and began to ride.
--
After finishing their fuck, Daphne and Harry had actually taken a shower, a proper one. Now they were drying off so they could get ready and head in to work. Daphne knew that her tardiness would raise eyebrows once she went in, but it was hard to give a damn about that right now. She looked into the mirror as she dried her hair, and grinned when she spotted Harry glancing at her arse. The grin widened when she noticed the sight had made him hard yet again. Deciding that she was already late enough that a bit more of a delay would make no difference, she bent over in front of him and clasped her arms behind her back. She also spread her legs apart before looking back at him over her shoulder and shooting him a desperate look.
"Please sir, use this slut one more time before you leave," she said.
Harry made no mention of being late this time, and she was pleased to see that his reflection in the mirror looked just as desperate and needy for her as she felt for him. That she could inspire such desire in him despite him already having had three orgasms since they began did wonders to repair any lingering confidence issues from earlier.
His hands went to her hips as he pushed his cock into her and began to move, and they groaned together as he quickly built up speed. Once he was really pounding into her his lips found her ear, and from this close she could easily hear it when he moaned. The sound made her smile widely.
It didn't last long, and with all they'd both been through that was probably for the best. It lasted long enough for Daphne to moan her way through an orgasm, and for Harry to grunt as he followed close behind and came inside of her, which was all she could ask for anyway.
"Thanks for taking such good care of such a needy slut," she said after he pulled out.
He snorted with laughter. "If you keep saying things like that we might both just have to take a sick day." Daphne chewed her lip as she gave the idea serious consideration. She was just beginning to work out how much extra effort she would have to put in to make up for an unplanned day off when Harry brought her back into the present with a single smack on the arse. "That was a joke. We're not skipping work just to fuck. You'll just have to keep it in your pants until this evening."
Daphne frowned. "I could always just come home and rub one out at lunch or something," she muttered. That led to another spank, and this one truly stopped her in her tracks. Even though it was just one spank, he put all of his strength behind it this time. It was the hardest she could ever remember him smacking her bum with his bare hand, and it made her jerk upright with a loud shriek.
"You're not doing that," he said firmly. "You've missed enough work already today, and it's a waste of a perfectly good orgasm besides. If I even think you might have done it I'm going to put the denial spell on you for a week." That was a steep enough threat, but his next one made her gasp. "Oh, and instead of giving you the treat you just worked so hard to earn, I'll just give your sister a repeat performance."
Daphne knew that this was going to make her want to relieve herself during the day even more, but there was only one way she could respond after that serious threat. "Yes, sir," she muttered, as her arse began to burn where his hand had smacked it.
--
Present Day
Astoria screamed her way through an orgasm so intense that it brought her back to the present and out of the story Daphne had shared with her.
Harry suddenly spun her around to face him and gave her a harsh slap across the face. "You still have a job to finish," he said.
Despite the pain radiating from her cheek, she got down on her knees, took his cock into her mouth and dutifully throatfucked herself. Astoria ignored any warning signs her body tried to send to her and fucked her face on his cock until she'd almost choked herself out. She got him to spray his load deep in her throat though, and that was all that mattered to her.
Once she finished her job and pulled his cock out of her mouth he treated her to what was becoming a routine at this point, where he cleaned her up and cast a few healing charms on her that she found unnecessary. It was followed by him tugging her up to sit on his desk and then gripping her chin gently while he examined her face, likely to make sure that his slap hadn't done any actual damage. He kissed her after his examination was complete, and she moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She used both to pull him in as tightly against her as she could get him.
She'd appreciated how he'd 'apologized' to her last week, with a surprise she'd never expected and an orgasm that still made her shake when she thought back on it. But he'd been far too gentle with her for her liking for the rest of that day, at least until she'd taken matters into her own hands towards the end of the day. She'd berated him for trying to be too easy on her. She liked having his attention and his affection, but in the long run she needed him to be rough with her, and she'd made it clear that he'd better continue to use her and abuse her just as he had been, and perhaps even take it up to another level. It was her kink, and it was his too. Why shouldn't they both enjoy it and get what they wanted?
He'd laughed and told her she reminded him of the snarky witch he'd first caught and forced to swear her original vow of control. At first she'd been worried that this wasn't a good thing, but then he'd continued on and said that the difference was now he was fond of it, because the frigid, bigoted bitch from back then was now merely a frigid bitch, and also had learned when it was appropriate to behave that way and when it was not.
Her reaction to that had been to say that he also reminded her of the wizard she'd met back then, who had been too much of a pussy and not enough of a man to know how to handle her. That had earned her a thrashing, even though he knew as well as she did that she'd only said it so she could get that exact response. She hadn't meant it in the least, but he'd reacted just as she'd hoped he would.
"I'm going to lunch now," he said back in the present. "You need to deliver that reference letter you got before you can take your own break."
He disappeared through the floo back to his home, leaving Astoria in the office grumbling to herself. "Guess that bitch Narcissa will get all the fun for lunch today," she said. There wasn't any real anger in her complaint though, or even any jealousy. Things were actually pretty perfect right now, and maybe if she got this done quickly they could be even more perfect. She hurried to straighten herself up so she could get this over with and take her break. Maybe she'd been in time to join in on the fun.
--
Astoria traveled through the floo and into Black Manor. She kept her arrival quiet, wanting to surprise Harry and Narcissa and maybe even Daphne if she'd left the office for some lunchtime fun of her own.
But as soon as she stepped through the floo she discovered that the atmosphere in Black Manor was decidedly not fun or playful. She could hear what was just one level below shouting coming from Harry's study, and she'd heard her sister shout often enough over the years to pick her voice out clearly. Now she kept quiet for a different reason. She didn't know what would possess Daphne to be this cross with Harry, but she wanted to know. She cautiously walked closer so she could hear the source of the strife more clearly.
"If you can't figure out how to get my sister away from Malfoy, I'll do it myself!" Daphne said heatedly. Astoria's eyebrows shot up and she nearly gasped and gave herself away.
"Do you think I haven't been trying, Daphne?" Harry said. His voice was lower than Daphne's, but Astoria could tell that he was having to bite back his own anger. "I've been looking for a way to do exactly that since the first week she stumbled into my life. It's not an easy solution. Not with how well Draco has covered himself and set her up to take the fall in case things go to shit."
"When you knew him in school, Draco was an idiot," Narcissa said bluntly. "He took after all of his father's worst qualities, but he did not have the guile to know how to use them. He's learned how to use his assets better now, not to mention he has inherited all of his father's ruthlessness. I'm afraid that should Astoria divorce Draco, it will end in her turning up dead--or worse."
It was still stunning to hear Narcissa speak this way about the son that she'd previously devoted her life to, and the utter certainty in the voice of the woman who might know him better than anyone else in the world gave Astoria chills.
"Then if there's nothing else we can do, I'll just kill him," Daphne said, and Astoria had to clap her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping when her sister said that. She'd crept close enough to the door now that she could glance around the corner and see them, and the look on her sister's face told her that she was completely serious.
Narcissa merely shrugged, not looking upset about the threat to the life of her only child, which shocked Astoria. In spite of everything, he was still her son. Hadn't her own parents always looked at Astoria kindly, even when she'd spent years shunning them? But then she supposed she hadn't gone nearly as far down her dark path as Draco had. If she had, maybe her mother would have truly given up on her. It was a scary thought.
Harry didn't take Daphne's threat nearly as well as Narcissa. He let out a frustrated growl and shook his head strongly. "You're not even going to consider that," he said.
Daphne was undaunted. She met Harry's angry stare coolly, reminding Astoria of the chilly, unapproachable facade she'd so often put up during her school days. "I will not only consider it, but I will swear a vow to you right now that I will do it if you actually think that I'm serious about this. If that's what it takes to save my sister from her marriage to that fucking bastard, a marriage she never would have been in if I could have figured out how to shield her better during and after the war, I will do it without any fucking hesitation."
Since her reintegration into Harry's life Astoria had slowly come to accept that Daphne had missed her, but she only now realized that their years of separation had affected her older sister far more than she could have ever imagined it had. Hearing Daphne blame herself for Astoria's mistake, and declaring with complete sincerity to her auror boyfriend that she would commit murder for her sister's sake, forced Astoria to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.
Harry grit his teeth. "I didn't do all of this just for you to fuck it all up," he snapped. "We've worked so hard with Astoria, and now you've got your sister back and your family is whole again. "I didn't fall in love with you, and I'm not beginning to fall for Astoria and Narcissa too, just to watch you rip your family apart and leave Astoria alone again. If you think you'll be helping Astoria by killing her husband and landing yourself in Azkaban, you're dead fucking wrong."
Daphne slumped, all the fight leaving her in the wake of Harry's frank honesty. Narcissa was looking at him with wide eyes, staring like she'd never seen him before, but he ignored it. He wasn't going to stop now. "If it comes down to it, and there's no other way out, I will kill Draco," he stated. "But no one else is going to do something so drastic."
"Absolutely not," Daphne said, and Narcissa shook her head vehemently. Astoria was shaking her head as well, though none of them could see it. He was right that she would never want Daphne to commit murder for her sake, but the same was true for him. She couldn't bear to lose her sister again, but she couldn't bear to lose Harry either. Either of those losses would crush her.
"I need to get back to the office," Harry said, already standing up from his chair. He marched out of the study quickly, and Astoria only barely managed to duck out of sight behind the corner so Harry didn't see her. He marched right by on his way back to the floor, and she was about to follow him as soon as she heard the floo come to life, but when she heard Daphne and Narcissa continue to talk she decided she would stick around to do a bit more eavesdropping.
"I'm fairly sure you were bluffing," Narcissa said, "at least unless you were truly pushed to the limit where there was no other alternative." Astoria wasn't sure she agreed, but she couldn't voice her opinion. "But I'm not so sure about Harry. I feel like it wouldn't take nearly as much provocation for him to kill Draco."
"And would you try to tear him down if he did?" Daphne asked.
"No," Narcissa said. "I've accepted that nothing can be done to save Draco anymore. "Sad as it is to say, I wouldn't object as long as he could manage to avoid getting caught. But I'm not as convinced he could manage that as he seems to be."
"You may be right," Daphne said quietly. "He's always had a willingness to sacrifice himself for others. I knew he was that way long before I ever got to know him. But we can't let him do it now. I can't afford to lose him, or you. Or Astoria again. I've made the mistake of not being there for Astoria before when she needed me, and it will never happen again. I will be there for her, and for Harry, no matter what."
Narcissa started saying something else, but Astoria couldn't hear it. She'd decided that her time was up, and if she stayed out any longer her absence would be noted. She hurried over to the floo so she could make it from the normal Ministry entrance to Harry's office and make it look as if she had gone out for a regular lunch.
But it was no regular lunch. It was a lunch that left her head spinning and threatened to shatter that perfect feeling that she'd had when she left that office at the start of her lunch break.
--
Astoria stepped through the floo into Black Manor, feeling even more distressed than usual.
It had been a few days since her attempt at a fun lunch break had left her near tears, and she was still waiting for her life to go back to the content slice of perfection she'd enjoyed before then. As if fate was taunting her, Draco had returned to Malfoy Manor that very night. With him back at home, at least briefly, she felt distraught every time she had to return to Malfoy Manor in the evening and step back into what had now officially become her pretend life at Malfoy Manor. How ironic that she'd once taken such pride in being Lady Malfoy, and now even the mention of the title made her feel queasy.
Unfortunately things didn't seem to be going any better in Black Manor, because when she arrived she was greeted by the sound of desperate sobbing from upstairs.
"It will be okay, Daphne," she heard Narcissa say. So it was her sister that was sobbing then. "We'll all figure it out."
Astoria was confused, but then she noticed a letter sitting in the middle of the otherwise clear kitchen table. It didn't require a tremendous leap in logic to assume that the contents of said letter might be responsible for Daphne's distress. She walked in to read it, wanting to better understand the situation before she thought about going upstairs and trying to join Narcissa in consoling her sister.
The letter looked crumpled and nearly torn, and she could visualize Daphne taking her frustrations out on it before heading upstairs. As Astoria read the letter she could understand why. She felt raw fury well up inside her long before she reached the end, and she stormed out of the kitchen in disgust. She nearly collided with Harry on her way as he stepped out of the floo, and it was only his quick reflexes that allowed him to sidestep her.
"Whoa, Astoria," he said, sounding surprised. She didn't even spare him a glance; she continued on her determined march into the floo. "What's got you so worked up?"
Since he did not order her to answer, there was nothing to stop Astoria from departing. Before he could think about using his vow over her to force her to stop and tell him what was going on, she stepped through the flames and into Narcissa's flat.
That was merely a brief stop though. Her true destination was Malfoy Manor.
--
"How could you?!" Astoria screamed. "You know that Daphne was working towards her charms mastery! You buying the company she was working with and moving all the research out of the country is going to set her back years!"
Astoria knew that her husband did not care about what she thought or how she felt; that was a bitter pill to swallow, but she'd already known it. And even if she hadn't, she would've been forced to admit it now. Not only was he not concerned with her screaming tirade directed at him, he didn't even look up from the desk of his study.
"Yes, I'm aware," he said blithely. "That wasn't my primary goal with that particular acquisition. It was quite a nice bonus though. With the way she speaks to me, she deserves that and much more."
"She's my sister," Astoria said. Her hands were shaking, though Draco couldn't see it since his eyes still had not left the documents in front of him.
"Yes," he said. He put his quill down carefully, and then he finally looked up at her. Having him deign to look at her did nothing to improve Astoria's mood. "She's your sister. The sister you hated, at least until recently."
"You're the one who told me to repair my relationship with her, and with your mother," she growled. He wasn't responsible for said reconciliation and he obviously had no clue what nature it had taken, but it was still true.
"That didn't mean you needed to grow attached," he said, rolling his eyes. "You and your sister trading barbs in public wasn't good for our public image, nor was your frosty relationship with my mother. But I would never let the wellbeing of either of them stand in the way of the Malfoy family rebuilding its stockpile and restoring its place in society."
"And what about me?" she asked. "Would you let my wellbeing get in the way of your profits?" He stared at her impassively, saying nothing to answer her question either way, not that she needed an answer. She'd known the answer to that question for some time now. "If you can't stop with this madness, I want a divorce." She hadn't really been planning on saying it, but she was so emotionally charged that her deepest desire bubbled to the surface on its own.
Draco stood from his chair, and Astoria felt a shiver of terror shoot down her spine. His grey eyes were wild, and he had his wand in hand in a flash. Before she could even blink, he'd whipped his wand towards her and bound her. The man standing in front of her right now did not resemble the man she married one bit. He'd never been a good person, of course, but the man she'd married had merely been a bastard. The man staring at her right now looked like a crazed monster, and she suddenly was terrified that Narcissa and Harry might have been right about him having no problem killing her if it came to it. But she doubted even they had expected it to come this quickly.
"Apparently you don't listen at all," he said coldly. "I didn't tell you to actually repair your relationship with your sister or your parents, and I certainly didn't tell you to revert back to that stupid, naïve little girl I worked so hard to make you grow out of." His already wild eyes became positively murderous now. "And I most certainly didn't tell you to repair your relationship with my mother by becoming her lover!"
Astoria had no idea how he'd known, but even if he'd merely been bluffing or voicing some wild hunch she would've given herself away with how her eyes went wide with shock. But the shock of him apparently knowing what she'd been up to was replaced by physical agony moments later.
"Crucio!" he shouted. Even though it was only a mild cruciatus curse by the standards of someone like Harry who had felt it cast by a wizard as powerful as the Dark Lord, but it was still excruciating pain for Astoria. He removed it after just a few seconds, but she knew it wasn't out of any remorse. He'd only taken it off so quickly because it would keep it short enough that not enough damage could be done for it to show up on any diagnostic spells. As always, it was his own reputation that he was concerned with, not her.
"Did you really think I was so stupid that I wouldn't figure out my mother suddenly had you sleeping over every night?" he barked. It wasn't that she'd thought he was stupid; she just didn't think that he cared enough to notice. "Or that I would never check the wards and see that you leave for my mother's place the moment I leave and rarely ever return until you expect me back?"
Even with her ongoing terror, Astoria felt sudden relief. It was good that she had been careful to only floo into Malfoy Manor from Narcissa's or from the Ministry and never from Black Manor directly. That was the only reason she hadn't given everything away, or so she hoped at least. Him knowing that she was sleeping with his mother had made him angry enough, but in that moment she felt that if he knew she was sleeping with Harry as well she would not make it out of here alive.
"If you're so surprised that I caught on, you're an even bigger fool than I thought," he said. "I have allowed your dalliances to continue because doing so was easier, and because it's me who will look the fool if it ever becomes public knowledge. By the way, that second part is the only reason you're going to walk out of my home alive today, and also why I'm not calling my mother over so I can kill her right beside you."
He twirled his wand in front of her, and Astoria's eyes followed its every movement. Would he kill her despite his words, right after revealing that he knew about Harry too?
"You can have your divorce," he said. "And if my mother wants to spend her time with you, she's welcome to spend all of it with you, because as the head of House Malfoy I am going to cast her out of the family. She can beg Potter to take her in and make her a Black again to save face, and she'd better hope he does, because otherwise I will tell the entire world that her hands are just as dirty as my father's." He smiled darkly. "It's not true, of course; she never had the stomach to do what needed to be done as father did, and as I do. But the public will believe me after all the work I've done to rehabilitate the Malfoy public image, and she will be ruined forever."
Astoria wondered how true that was, especially if Harry spoke up on Narcissa's behalf. Draco may have gotten people to believe that he was reformed, but Harry's name carried more weight than his did. But he wasn't done with his threats.
"If either of you dares to so much as breathe a single ill word about me to anyone who would spread it publicly, I will give Rita Skeeter the exclusive of a lifetime and tell the whole world about what you did," he said. "It would set my image back slightly, but I'm sure I could get Rita to paint me in as sympathetic a light as possible. It wouldn't take too long for me to recover, but the two of you would be ruined so badly that not even Lord Greengrass and Saint Potter combined would be able to save you."
Astoria was speechless. She was shocked at how this had gone, and while splitting away from him had been a wish of hers for some time, she never could have predicted it would happen like this. And he still wasn't done. He gave her a malicious, deranged grin that made her shiver even more, and as he walked closer to her she had a sudden fear that he was going to fuck her against her will while she was bound. His hands thankfully stayed to themselves, and instead he leaned his head in next to hers and whispered into her ear.
"I cant kill you or my mother now," he whispered. "It would be too big a risk and draw too much suspicion onto me. But I will do it someday. You can go free, for now, but you won't really be free, will you? You'll live with the fear of constantly looking over your shoulder and wondering when it will happen for a while first, but when the time is right I will make you and my mother pay."
He laughed suddenly, which sounded so wrong coming from him with how dark he was behaving. "Although I can't kill you today, I can still leave you with a reminder of what is coming your way eventually."
He slapped her across the face, and her head snapped back from the impact, It was the hardest she'd ever been hit. Harry surely could have hit her harder if he'd actually tried to, but there was never the intent to harm from him. Harry slapping her was all just part of their fun. But there was nothing fun about this slap from her soon to be ex husband. She could taste blood from her lip.
Before she could even recover from the first, another slap hit, just as hard as the first. Then there was another, and another, and another. She began to sob as he slapped her about, but she didn't dare attempt to resist. There was always the chance that doing so could enrage him even further and make him go back on his word not to kill her today, and bound as she was there was no way she'd be able to defend herself in time to stop him. Besides, as much as this hurt, if this was the final price she had to pay to be rid of him for good, she would pay it gladly.
--
Astoria was surprised at how few things she actually cared enough about to bring with her when she prepared to depart Malfoy Manor for the final time. She'd lived here for years, but there was nearly nothing from her life as Lady Malfoy that she wanted to bring with her. One thing she had a death grip on was the piece of parchment that would soon become binding. As of midnight tonight, she would no longer be Lady Malfoy. She would be divorced and free, and this contract proved it.
Draco was gone. He'd left to go Merlin knew where soon after he got tired of hitting her. She'd applied some salve and used some healing spells to fix the bruises and cuts Draco had given her, and she was just about to say farewell to this miserable life she'd been foolish enough to desire once upon a time. She would've liked to burn the fucking manor to the ground, but that would have been extremely unwise. But there was still one final piece of petty satisfaction she could claim against the man who would soon officially be her ex-husband.
The Malfoy elves had assembled near the floo as she requested, and they looked at her with awe as she handed them all various articles of clothing, gaudy pieces that she'd once treasured but no longer had any use for.
"There," she said. "All of you are now free. Go find a witch named Hermione Granger. She'll be happy to help you all adjust to your new lives."
With that parting shot delivered, Astoria left Malfoy Manor for the final time. She would still legally be Astoria Malfoy for several more hours, but in her own head she was already Astoria Greengrass once again.
--
Narcissa took the threat of being murdered by her own son extremely well in Astoria's opinion. She'd admittedly been a bit upset at first, and more frightened than anything else, but she'd gotten over it quickly. Daphne had been enraged, but that too had passed quickly. Both witches moved beyond their initial reactions and were focused mainly on her after that, which had done loads to calm them down.
The same could not be said for Harry, who had gone in the opposite direction. He'd started off with worry and concern for her, and had tried to keep everyone else calm. As soon as Astoria convinced him that she was fine, though, he'd let go of his concern for her and had given in to the fury he'd been holding back. Nearly thirty minutes had passed and both Greengrass sisters were still struggling to keep him calm enough to stop him from storming out to hunt down Draco and murder him wherever he stood. Astoria thanked Merlin that she'd had the sense to heal herself before she came over here, because if Harry had seen the cuts and bruises Draco had initially left her with she didn't think all three of them together would have been able to stop him.
Seeing that their words were only having a minute effect on him, Astoria sighed and walked over to where he was standing. "You'd better not go and ruin your life, and all of ours in the process," she said firmly. "My arsehole of an ex isn't worth it."
Harry looked mollified at first, but then he shook his head stubbornly. "You'll be fine," he said. "All of you will, even if I were to get caught."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Narcissa demanded. Astoria shared her concern. Something about the way he'd phrased that worried her.
"I've already willed everything from the Potter estate to Daphne," he said. Daphne's eyes widened, but if Harry noticed her concern he didn't mention it. "And since Narcissa is now officially Narcissa Black again, thanks to Draco, she'll inherit the Black estate."
Astoria had heard enough of that. If calming him and even pleading with him wouldn't do the trick she would just have to resort to other methods. She slapped him across the face. Daphne gasped, and Astoria shocked even herself at her bold flipping of their usual roles, but it seemed to finally work to snap Harry out of his rage. He stared at her with wide, stunned eyes, and she took that opportunity to surge forward and kiss him. She poured all of the passion for him and all of the fear, sorrow, pain, freedom and elation of this trying day into her kiss. She wanted him to realize that however much Draco had hurt her, Harry going off and doing something that would remove him from her life would hurt her far more.
She finally pulled back when she needed some air, and stared at him seriously. "Whatever else happened today, I'm glad to be rid of Draco," she said, "and I'm glad to be able to be with the people I love all of the time now. I don't need to worry about being caught anymore, because I'm allowed to be here. And if you think any of us give a damn about your money or your titles right now, you're the stupidest Gryffindor that's ever lived."
Daphne laughed. "He knows that we don't," she said, "but he's still a moron."
Narcissa had a grin of her own. "It seems that everyone's suddenly able to be honest about how they feel, so I suppose it's my turn to admit that I feel the same," she said.
"There are no admissions for me to make, since I've already made it clear how I feel about all of you," Daphne said. Astoria smiled, but a snort from Harry drew all of their attention.
"Stop lying," he said, looking at Daphne. Astoria worried for a moment, old hurts suddenly reasserting themselves, though she calmed slightly when she saw Narcissa smirking at him. Narcissa seemed to understand what he was referring to, and Astoria doubted she would seem so amused if anything he had to say would hurt Astoria (not in the good way, that is.)
Harry wrapped one arm around Astoria's waist to pull her close, and she sighed. She would never complain about being close to Harry. He pulled Daphne close with his other arm, and Astoria found herself face to face with her older sister as they were on either side of Harry.
"Well?" Harry said, looking at Daphne expectantly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Daphne said, but Astoria wasn't fooled. She'd known her sister better than anyone growing up, and right now she was picking up on every one of Daphne's tells as easily as she had when they were children. It was surprising that she was so easy to read right now, as this adult version of Daphne had become exceptionally hard to read unless she was pushed into a very emotionally charged state.
"Yes you do," Harry said. "But whether you admit it now or later, it's inevitable that it'll spill out eventually. And if you don't get this last thing out in the open now, you're going to regret having waited."
Daphne was licking her lips and fiddling with her hands. She was obviously incredibly nervous, and seeing her standing there like that had Astoria growing nervous as well. She wasn't used to seeing her sister like this, and it apparently concerned her in some way, otherwise she didn't see why Harry would've tugged them both in to face each other like this. When Daphne said nothing, Harry sighed and looked towards Astoria instead.
"This is foolish," Narcissa grumbled. "If you sit here and wait for them to come out and admit it themselves we're all going to die of old age. They just need to be pushed into admitting the obvious truth." The obvious truth? What was Narcissa talking about? And why did she seem to think Astoria had something to admit too?
Harry laughed. "I can do that with a pretty simple question," he said. "We've always got the vow to turn to."
Before Harry could ask whatever question he intended to ask, Astoria had the breath knocked out of her as Daphne's body slammed into hers and ripped her out of Harry's grasp. She gasped and tumbled backwards onto the floor, and it was around the time that her back hit the ground that she registered that Daphne was kissing her.
Astoria had never expected to be snogged by her older sister, but impossible as it seemed, that was exactly what was happening now. They'd gotten very used to seeing each other naked and even watching each other having sex with Harry and/or Narcissa, but there had never been any actual sexual contact between the sisters. Astoria was shocked to feel her sister kissing her, never mind kissing her this passionately, but she had to admit that it felt great. She was coming out of her shock and was just about to start kissing her back when Daphne suddenly pulled her lips back and wrenched her head away.
"This was a dumb idea," Daphne said, looking at Harry. Astoria was alarmed to see tears welling in her sister's eyes, and felt immensely saddened that she was the cause of it. She knew that Daphne had taken her lack of response as a rejection of her kiss and the feelings behind it, so it was up to Astoria to rectify it. She shut her sister up by flipping her over so she was on her back and Astoria was the one on top, and she kissed her sister with just as much passion as Daphne had kissed her.
That this was brewing between them was honestly not something Astoria had ever realized, at least not consciously, but now that they were in the midst of it it made all the sense in the world to her. There was a time where her sister had been the most important person in the world to her, along with her parents, and they were now returning to the closeness that they'd once shared. Obviously they'd never snogged each other before now, but Astoria wasn't as hesitant about the incestuous nature of their turn as she might have been months or even weeks earlier. With all of the other aspects of her sex life that most people would find odd as it was, what was one more?
The key difference between this kiss and the first one was that unlike Astoria, Daphne wasn't stunned stiff by having her sister kiss her. Daphne kissed her back, and with both of them participating it felt even better than before, which was saying quite a bit. Astoria closed her eyes, moaned into Daphne's mouth and kissed her more deeply, feeling closer to her sister than she ever had before. How could something be wrong if it felt this good?
She had a feeling they would have kept kissing for the rest of the night and been happy about it, but they both pulled apart upon hearing Narcissa's quiet moans. Astoria pulled her head up and looked in the direction of the sound, and there she found Narcissa sitting between Harry's legs while Harry kissed her neck softly. His hands wandered around, exploring the body of Astoria's mother in law (ex mother in law now, she corrected in her own head; that was going to take some getting used to), and she wasn't sure if the moaning had been more because of his skillful hands or the sisterly display of affection.
Narcissa noticed Astoria watching her and chuckled. "By all means, keep going," she said. "I've been waiting for you two to figure this out for far too long to see you step now."
"I agree," Harry mumbled against her neck. Astoria smiled at him, but she didn't get to look in his direction for much longer. Daphne flipped her over, reversing their positions so the older sister was on top once again. Astoria's wrists were pinned above her head by her sister, who smiled down at her.
"I hope you don't think that just because some things are changing around here means everything is changing," Daphne said. She leaned her head down to hers for a moment. "You're still our toy," she whispered. "The only difference now is instead of being used by Harry and Narcissa alone you're going to be used by all three of us."
Astoria moaned at that. Having Harry and Narcissa play with her was arousing enough, but the idea of her sister joining in as well was nearly enough to make her cum right then and there. And then Daphne's hand slipped under her robe to rub at her clit, and Astoria was moaning for a very different and far more tangible and immediate reason. Astoria wore no knickers underneath her robe, as per usual, so she was free for Daphne to rub.
"Is this what you want?" Daphne asked while teasingly rubbing at her with her fingers. It was the first time Astoria had ever felt her sister tease her like this, and it was exciting as it was maddening.
"Yes!" she moaned. It was loud, desperate and needy, and she didn't give a fuck. "Yes, please! I want it! I've wanted it for so long!" And it was true, even if she hadn't realized it before now. Or maybe she had realized it but had just refused to accept it. Either way, she knew the truth of her feelings now and she wasn't going to hide from them. She moaned again, and she knew that Daphne could hear just how badly she wanted this.
"I should have fucking doe this ages ago," Daphne said as her fingers rubbed at her clit harder. "Back when I first wanted to, I should have pulled you into my lap and fingered you just like this. You would've liked that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" Astoria whined. It seemed like a shame that they'd gone so long sharing Harry and Narcissa while not doing anything with each other. To think that they'd denied themselves something that felt so good for so long! But there was no point in lamenting over lost time, Astoria knew. Just as they'd done in their everyday lives, where they'd decided to leave the past in the past, the best thing for them to do was to enjoy being back in each other's lives and make the most of the present where they'd found their way back to each other, and the future where they would never allow anyone or anything to pull them apart ever again.
--
Astoria had been given plenty of practice and ample opportunity to hone her oral skills, and she was pleased to be able to show Daphne how good she could make her feel.
"Oh yes!" Daphne said. She grabbed onto Astoria's hair and howled with pleasure as her little sister ate her out. It wasn't the most refined cunnilingus Astoria had ever given, but it still seemed to be working. She wasn't worried about showing off her technique, at least for the moment. She was just licking her sister's cunt desperately, and since Daphne obviously loved it she saw no need to change anything.
"Fuck, look at you go," Daphne groaned. "I knew you were a slut, Astoria, but licking your own sister, and being so eager to do it?" She grabbed Astoria's hair harder, and her hips squirmed and rolled against her face. "You're something else, Astoria, my sister-slut."
The words did not upset Astoria in the slightest. On the contrary, they thrilled her. She knew that Daphne wasn't truly attempting to demean her but was instead playing into her kinks, and it was working every bit as well as Astoria's tongue was working to please her sister.
After a few minutes of that same feverish licking, accompanied by Daphne pulling her hair, taunting her and calling her all sorts of filthy names that got Astoria even wetter, the little sister made her big sister cum. Daphne squirted all over Astoria's face, and Astoria would proudly wear it as a badge of honor and a symbol of how well she'd taken care of her big sister.
Daphne's legs finally relaxed and she let go of Astoria's hair, but that didn't mean either of them were done. Harry surprised them both by giving Daphne absolutely no time to rest. He grabbed her by the hair much as Daphne had been grabbing Astoria's until seconds earlier, and he pulled her down and shoved her between Astoria's legs.
Astoria didn't have any time to appreciate her sister getting manhandled because she was being moved simultaneously. Narcissa flipped her over onto her back and held her down as all of this was happening, and her head was between the older woman's breasts while Narcissa's fingers worked on her nipples. She pinched, pulled and tormented Astoria's nipples just the way they both loved.
Her physical torment was accompanied by her words. "Watch your big sister," she said. "Watch her get fucked, and watch her get forced to lick you by our boyfriend."
Astoria had already been moaning thanks to having her nipples played with but she moaned even louder now as she realized that every word Narcissa said was true. All of it was a reality, including the previously unspoken fact that Harry wasn't just Daphne's boyfriend anymore. He was their boyfriend now, officially. It would likely have to remain a secret from the public at large for at least a while longer, not least of which because she couldn't imagine how Draco might react or what he might do if and when he discovered that Narcissa wasn't the only person Astoria had been sleeping with. But among the four of them they knew the truth, and that was enough for Astoria for now. She didn't need to be the Lady of a major house like the Blacks or the Potters; she didn't need titles, gold or fancy clothes. All she needed was him, and them.
It was the first time that Daphne's head had ever been between her legs, and she was doing a very good job of it. Her tongue traced her cunt repeatedly and she rubbed at Astoria's clit with her fingers once again, only this time it was far more direct and intense than the teasing way that she'd touched her under her robe earlier.
It didn't take long for Astoria to cum, and it was admittedly as much because of everything happening around them as it was Daphne's actual oral attention. Something about having her sister eat her out while the man they loved fucked her, and while the woman who Astoria had spent years feuding with only to form an unexpected bond with thanks to Harry played with her nipples, made everything feel so much more intense, including the way her body shook as she came, returning the favor and squirting all over Daphne's face.
Astoria had only just finished with that when Narcissa playfully choked her, cutting off her ability to breathe, and unlike her earlier unpleasantness with her ex this was a loss of control that she didn't mind at all. As for Daphne, she was getting some rough treatment of her own. Harry had started to spank her arse and now tugged her hair back painfully as he forced her head in even more firmly between Astoria's legs. She was forced to arch her back, but Astoria heard her sister moan loudly, proving that both Greengrass sisters were getting off on what was being done to them.
Daphne's tongue began to work again, and Astoria would've sighed in happiness if she'd had the breath to do so. The only thing that she could think of that would be better than being licked to an orgasm by her sister would be getting licked to a second orgasm by her sister, and that was only a matter of time with licks as loving as this.
"You're right, Daphne," Harry growled out. "Astoria is a slut. But so are you. You're both sister-sluts, and I'm the one who owns both of you." Astoria moaned as loud as she could, which wasn't very loud with Narcissa continuing her games. Regardless, she agreed completely.
The pressure on her throat abruptly let up when Harry grabbed Narcissa by the hair with the very same hand that had just finished spanking Daphne's bum until it was red. He forced Narcissa's gaze to him. "And I own you too, don't I Narcissa?" It didn't sound like a question.
"You do," Narcissa said with an aroused gasp. Harry smirked and tugged her head closer to him so he could kiss her on the lips, and she moaned into his mouth. On they went, all four of them enjoying themselves immensely. Narcissa moaned as Harry claimed her lips, Astoria enjoyed her sister's tongue on her pussy, and Harry and Daphne were fully wrapped up in their fuck. The only real question was who would cum first.
That would up being Daphne, but Astoria was right behind her with her second. And with how loudly Harry was moaning she could tell that he was on the edge or at least rapidly approaching it himself.
Narcissa quickly grabbed onto Astoria's hair and tugged her down onto the floor to kneel beside her sister, who herself had just been dumped there by Harry. Astoria hadn't heard Harry or Narcissa say a word to each other, but they seemed to be working as one anyway. "Do it," Narcissa said, looking at Harry. "Cum all over your two Greengrass whores."
"Yes, please," Astoria said with a moan. She was pleased to be a Greengrass again, and even more pleased to be his Greengrass whore.
"Oh fuck yes," Daphne said, apparently feeling as enthused about all of this as she was. The sisters knelt on the floor together, ready to take their first joint facial. And Harry gave it to them. He stroked his cock in front of them and held steady when he came, making sure that they both got plenty of cum on their faces. Astoria groaned and licked her lips, cleaning off any of the cum that landed near her mouth and swallowing it down eagerly.
Daphne surprised her by taking over in her cleaning and licking at her face. What had already been an arousing situation got unbearable with that, and she quickly pulled Daphne into a kiss. They got entangled in a sisterly snogging session yet again, but it only lasted until Narcissa interrupted.
"You do still need to share with me, you know," Narcissa said.
Daphne shook her head. "Not this time," she said. "I think Harry has something for you instead." She pulled Astoria back into a kiss, and the Greengrass sisters returned their attention to enjoying this new closeness.
--
Narcissa gasped as Harry threw her down onto the bed and climbed in with her. He quickly began to slap her arse, but his smacks now were playful and not delivered with anywhere close to the kind of force as when he actually wanted one of his lovers to feel it.
She gasped all over again when she felt the cleaning charm in her bum. She wondered what he was about to do. Would he bugger her, which was always nice? Or would she finally experience that wondrous attention that had never been far from her mind ever since she'd first watched him do it to Astoria?
The sisters hurried onto the bed above her, but they remained lost in their own little world. They were snogging desperately, which basically consisted of Daphne dominating Astoria just as Narcissa would have, and how Daphne frequently did to Narcissa herself. The clear pecking order had already been established, and no one would complain. Astoria had embraced her submissive nature and would surely be happy to have someone else to dominate her now.
As much as she might have been invested in them finally getting to this point, Narcissa couldn't bring herself to care what they were doing right now. They could be moments away from breaking out into a fist fight or a clash of spells and she would have barely noticed, because the way Harry positioned his body told her what was about to come. Finally, finally his tongue touched her arsehole.
To her embarrassment, she had broken down and begged him to do this for her numerous times out of jealousy. When that failed she'd even gone to Daphne and begged her to try and convince Harry to do so on her behalf, but neither approach had gotten her what she wanted.
She'd been so eager for this not only because she knew it would feel wonderful (which had been obvious just listening to and watching Astoria.) There had also been undeniable jealousy when first Astoria and then Daphne had received this special treat but not her, and they hadn't helped by taunting her with that. She knew they were only doing so because they enjoyed riling her up, and she was being unusually open with how frustrated she was and making it an even more obvious thing for them to tease her about.
It had also felt as if the other two witches had gotten something special that signified they were special to Harry, and it somehow made her less special by comparison. She knew that was a foolish line of thinking, and when she set emotion aside and thought about it logically she knew it was rubbish. Harry had already fully convinced her of how foolish it was, and his declaration earlier tonight about his feelings for all of them would have answered any lingering questions about her prominence in his life anyway. That didn't mean that him finally doing this for her wasn't greatly appreciated anyway.
Instantly she understood why Astoria had been so overwhelmed when Harry did this for her, and why Daphne had smiled so brightly whenever she recalled her own time on the receiving end of Harry's tongue in her arse. She came shockingly quickly while she sort of watched Daphne and Astoria kissing and pawing at each other.
"I'm piercing your nipples," Daphne muttered to Astoria while tugging on them. "This isn't nearly as easy to do otherwise." She still gave it her best shot though, twisting and pulling more firmly and making Astoria groan.
Narcissa would have joined in on the talk, but she was far too busy enjoying the massive orgasm Harry's tongue brought her. He pulled away all too quickly for her liking, but he just chuckled at her whimper and the desperate look she shot him.
"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to get the full experience." He flipped her over onto her back, and she was almost humiliated at how eager she w as. She pulled her legs up to her chest and spread them wide for him, but he didn't even taunt her about her obvious eagerness. She felt no real shame either; not at this stage. She felt comfortable enough to show him just how much she had anticipated this.
Instead of taunting her, Harry directed his attention somewhere else. "My two sister-sluts need to get over here," he demanded. He said something else as well but Narcissa couldn't make it out, because the Greengrasses followed his instruction right away. Daphne gave her a brief kiss on the lips before moving down her body. Her arse stuck up in the air while she brought her face between Narcissa's legs.
Narcissa let out a brief whine as Harry and Daphne shared a kiss with their heads between her legs, but it was cut off quickly thanks to Astoria giving her a kiss on the lips. Unlike Daphne, Astoria lingered there. This day had been emotionally charged for all four of them, but none more than Astoria. If kissing her would help take her mind off of what she'd endured today, Narcissa would gladly kiss her for as long as she wanted.
Harry didn't leave Narcissa neglected for long. His tongue went back into her bum, and this time that pleasure was joined by Daphne licking her clit, as if the rimming wouldn't have been exciting enough for her. Having two lovers using their tongues on her felt even better than everything she'd seen and heard leading up to this.
"Once Daphne's done I'm going to take her place," Astoria said, looking into her eyes. "I want my turn to worship my mistress too."
Narcissa had been on a razor's edge as it was with Harry's tongue in her arse and Narcissa's licking at her clit, but Astoria's promise delivered on top of it was too much. Her body stiffened and she howled in orgasm, though said howl was only let free for a brief period before Astoria swallowed it with her lips. Narcissa continued to moan out her pleasure, but it was silenced by the soft kiss.
After her pleasure faded, Narcissa watched Daphne's face appear above her as she and her sister moved to swap places so Astoria could do what she'd promised. She did share a brief kiss with Harry as her sister had, but Narcissa didn't whine about it this time. She was confident she'd get taken care of soon enough.
"I'm not kissing you," Daphne informed her, and she did let out a little whine about that. As the two tongues between her legs got to work, Daphne giggled. "Well, maybe just a bit."
Daphne and Narcissa shared a quick snog before the younger blonde broke away. "All three of us have been so giving tonight," she said. "Now it's time for you to give a little too." She kneeled above Narcissa's face while facing towards Harry and Astoria. Narcissa let out a yelp as Daphne's fingers grabbed at her nipples just before she sat down and started grinding on her tongue.
Narcissa yelped as Daphne gave her nipples a rough upwards tug. "I really am seriously considering getting your nipples pierced now that you really are entirely ours," Daphne said, obviously directed at Astoria. "They make it so much easier to get the right reaction. Just listen to Narcissa squeal." She gave another tug, and Narcissa's groan may very well have been audible even with Daphne's pussy covering her face.
Daphne laughed. "You're such a slut, sister," she said. "I can see those pretty thighs rubbing together just thinking about it."
After the day all of them, and Astoria in particular had been through, that they could have fun like this so soon was a blessing, and spoke to how important this strange relationship had become to all four of them. They'd lost other things today; Narcissa had lost her son, for all intents and purposes, and Astoria had lost her husband and her title, and they'd both lost their positions as members of the Malfoy family. And Daphne had lost years of work on her mastery. But as long as they had each other, they would survive whatever was to come.