"Tell me, Lord Potter, why I should not just go and kill Draco Malfoy this very second?" The words were spoken tonelessly, but Harry knew better than to dismiss them. They were actually even more ominous for it, because Harry knew that Lord Edmund Greengrass was completely serious. "If I called in every favor my family and I have acquired, I believe I could avoid more than a token stay in Azkaban. But even if I couldn't, and even if I had to trade the comforts of Greengrass Manor for a prison cell right next to that prick Lucius Malfoy, I would do so with no regrets."
He did not flinch away from Harry's stare in the slightest, and Harry was completely convinced that if he felt it was necessary, Astoria's father would attempt to do exactly what he'd just said. The man was furious, and Harry couldn't blame him. He'd seen the rage in the older man's eyes when he heard about Draco striking Astoria, and it reminded Harry of his own anger when Astoria had first told him the story. It was dangerous for Lord Greengrass to speak that way, but he would clearly do anything for his daughters. Harry could respect him for that.
Harry had a feeling that that wasn't all this was. He'd learned how to tell when someone was testing him, and he could feel Lord Greengrass waiting on his reaction now. He was waiting to see how Harry would react, not just as an auror, a lord of two major houses and a war hero, but most importantly as the boyfriend and prospective future husband of both of his daughters.
He was sure that the man would respect him less if he mentioned his role as an auror in response to this, but Harry had no desire to do so anyway. He was far beyond worrying about the legality of this. He'd always been a bit of a rulebreaker anyway, and after Draco had put his hands on Astoria all bets were off. While Narcissa still didn't truly believe him when he'd said he would do anything needed to stop Draco or anyone else who wanted to harm or come between their strange 'family', Harry was dead serious.
Perhaps anything was a slight stretch, but he was more than willing to go far beyond the limits she expected him to be capable of. He would exercise restraint, of course, as he would prefer everything to be handled legally if possible. But at the end of the day, if it came down to it he had no problem acting outside the law. He was an auror, but he'd also learned while growing up that sometimes the system just did not function as it should. Part of the reason he'd become an auror was to make that system better, and slowly he felt he was accomplishing that. But if progress was too slow to allow Draco to be dealt with officially when the time came, so be it.
"You might really be able to pull that off," he said with a shrug. "And should that be your choice, I will happily help you. But I have a better plan." He leaned forward on his elbows and stared at Lord Greengrass from across the desk in his study, showing him how serious he was taking this, and in the process looking far more menacing than he even realized.
"Killing Draco would be too easy," he said coldly. "It would be over in an instant. That's not nearly enough. I intend to strip away every single thing that Draco cares about. And once I've forced him to squander every last knut to his name trying to save himself and his reputation, if he doesn't get so desperate that he does something that costs him his life, I will toss him in Azkaban next to his father for the rest of his life. Then Draco can tell dear daddy Lucius all about how badly he fucked up his own life. Like father, like son."
"That sounds like a fitting retribution," Lord Greengrass said, giving Harry a rather vicious grin. It turned into a smirk after a few seconds. "It appears that you aren't who everyone believes you to be." Harry gave him a dangerous smile of his own in return. "You couldn't muster up the courage to attend dinner with us and are instead hoping to act in the shadows. Are you sure the Sorting Hat didn't get it wrong when it put you in Gryffindor? You might have been better in Slytherin."
"I almost was a Slytherin," Harry said, laughing. "But I hope you don't think that I avoided coming over for dinner until now because I wasn't brave enough to face you. If you do, I can assure you that answering Daphne's question every single week by telling her no was far more terrifying than the idea of being interrogated by you could ever be. I simply wanted to wait until things had sorted themselves out between the three witches in my life, all of whom are standing outside your door right now and eavesdropping on this conversation right next to your wife."
Lord Greengrass laughed at his comment, and positively howled when it was immediately followed by the sounds of four pairs of footsteps hurrying away from the closed office door. Harry laughed along with him, knowing that he'd passed whatever test Lord Greengrass had for him. Once they'd settled down, Harry decided to change the subject.
"It's probably a good idea for us to discuss the future," he said. Lord Greengrass raised his eyebrow in question. "Despite it being fairly early on in the relationship, at least officially, I have a funny feeling it will last."
"Are you asking for my approval?" Lord Greengrass asked mildly.
"I suppose I am, but we both know that Daphne and Astoria will be furious if you refuse, so I'm not sure it's necessary," Harry said cheekily. Lord Greengrass gave another laugh, this one softer and more restrained.
"Maybe you're a true Gryffindor after all. You certainly are brave and bold. I'm convinced now that you have the courage everyone says you do, but you're correct. Fortunately for all of us, I'm happy to give my blessing. No matter how we ended up here, my youngest daughter has come back to us. She's rediscovering the loving, kind and playful witch I remember, and I know you've been the driving force behind that. You make both of my daughters undeniably happy, and I could ask for nothing more than that. As far as you and I are concerned, I find your frank demeanor refreshing compared to all of the political doublespeak I'm used to. I believe we're going to get along very well."
"I think so too," Harry said, smiling in gratitude. He hadn't really feared the man, but he was still pleased to have his approval.
"Since you've brought up the future, what do you intend there?" Lord Greengrass inquired. "You came to my home tonight in the company of three witches, all of whom I know have significant ambitions of their own."
Harry knew that he was referring to the two lordships. "Daphne will be Lady Potter," he said, to which the woman's father nodded. "Narcissa will actually be instated as Lady Black independent of anything else. All three women have discussed the situation with me and agreed to that arrangement."
The older man frowned, likely having hoped that Astoria would go from being Lady Malfoy to Lady Potter or Lady Black, but he nodded all the same. "I suppose I can accept that if Astoria can, so long as she'd treated with equal importance."
"That's actually what I want to discuss," Harry said. The man stiffened in his chair and his eyes narrowed, so Harry hurried to his point. "Narcissa has done some research, extensive research in fact, into returning her older sister Andromeda Tonks into the Black family line. In the process we've stumbled across a very fortunate solution." The older man, obviously still wary about where all of this might be headed, just motioned stiffly for him to keep going when he paused. "There is a ritual, either developed by the Black family long ago or only still surviving in record through them, that allows for the child of a witch whose maiden family has no heir to be magically recognized as the heir, allowing the family line to live on."
"Is this a jest, Lord Potter?" the Greengrass patriarch asked, looking angry. "I have never heard of such a thing, and I have looked high and low through every available resource due to—"
"I'm aware of your struggles to produce an heir, or a third child in general," Harry said, gently cutting him off. "I'm not jesting, not in the slightest. It's real."
He could see how his words affected Lord Greengrass as she sat back in his chair, looking dazed. "And clearly you bring this up because you would perform this ritual with Astoria and have her children continue the Greengrass line?" the man asked. Harry nodded. "If this is possible, I will forever be in your debt." He paused and tapped his desk with his fingers. "I already feel as if I am, actually. But if you can ensure the Greengrass name does not die with me, I will find a way to repay you."
"There's no need," Harry said. "It's the right thing to do. Also, I believe Draco's plan involves lineages, so it's best if—"
"Yes, I understand," Lord Greengrass said, cutting Harry off this time. "This cannot be discussed outside the six of us in my home tonight, not until Heir Greengrass exists as more than just an idea. Otherwise there are far too many risks if word gets out that such a thing is possible."
--
"It seems your perfect man isn't quite so perfect after all," Aella Greengrass said, teasing her daughters once they'd finished making their escape after being called out by Harry. "You should have warned him that making grandiose statements that he can't or won't truly follow through with isn't going to earn him any favor with your father."
Astoria looked at Daphne, neither of them sure whether they should be the one to respond or if they should do it together. Before any decision could be made, Narcissa took it upon herself to speak up.
"Nothing that we heard Harry say from outside the door was untrue," she said. "Harry wouldn't even hesitate. You shouldn't underestimate his willingness to do whatever it takes, especially to help and protect those that he considers family. I got to see it firsthand when he mowed down Death Eater after Death Eater relentlessly in the fight at Hogwarts."
"I see," Aella said, sounding surprised. "Well, at least I was right in saying he isn't perfect." She laughed.
Neither of her daughters seemed sure how to take their mother's teasing words, like they weren't sure how their mother intended them. Narcissa had a different perspective though. "We both know that Harry's willingness to do whatever it takes for those that matter is a trait we'd look for in the perfect man," she said with a laugh. "Your husband shares that trait as well, as you adore that part of him."
Aella dropped her neutral expression and laughed loudly. "I'd forgotten how much I missed your wit after Lucius decided to be an arse and tell you who you could and could not socialize with," she said, smiling. "But as was common in those old days, you're correct. I'm glad to discover that Harry isn't a fairytale prince. That would be boring, and whatever would I do if my son-in-law turned out to be boring?"
"He's not your son-in-law," Astoria said, speaking up for the first time since their hasty retreat. "Not yet anyway." Her mother just smirked at her, and Astoria flushed when she realized what the yet, spoken with such casual confidence, implied about her feelings and future plans. "Why did you convince me to come back to this?" Astoria muttered to Daphne. All three other women burst into laughter.
"I didn't," Daphne said eventually. "Or I didn't push you towards this nearly as much as Harry did at least."
"And that brings us to the main topic," Aella said. "I'm very curious as to how the three of you found yourselves in this very unique relationship. Astoria, why don't you begin the explanation?"
"Me?" Astoria asked nervously.
"Yes, of course," her mother said, nodding. "You've clearly been cheating on your scumbag ex-husband with him for around a year now, so it's only appropriate that you start." Astoria blushed, and Narcissa was stunned at how direct and blunt Aella had been in addressing it even if she wasn't surprised that the sharp woman had put it all together already.
Aella smirked victoriously, their reactions being confirmation enough that she was right, and Daphne looked like she was fighting not to laugh. "Each week that you came here, your behavior improved," Aella said. "It was almost as if Harry was disciplining all of the bad traits right out of you."
Astoria squeaked and blushed an even deeper red, and Narcissa could tell that she was even a little aroused as she thought about just how Harry had disciplined her. Daphne picked up on it just as easily judging by her smirk, and even though she didn't show it, Narcissa would bet that Aella could tell plenty too.
"Well, I suppose I'll have to thank him for giving you the spankings I wanted to give you myself," Astoria's mother said with a laugh.
"She has become rather well behaved, hasn't she?" Narcissa quipped, earning more laughter from Daphne and a continued blush from Astoria. Then Aella turned towards her with a smirk.
"You've become rather pleasant yourself, Narcissa," Aella said, turning the teasing on her. "Have you enjoyed some discipline as well?"
Narcissa didn't blush in embarrassment as the woman's daughter had done. Instead she just shrugged and decided to own all of it and turn it back around on her. "Since you're so interested in all of the details of my relationship with Harry and your two daughters, I'll tell you. Astoria gets disciplined not just by Harry, but by me and Daphne as well. And yes, I get disciplined by Harry too. We all do, and we love it."
Now even Daphne was blushing at Narcissa having essentially revealed the dynamics of the sexual relationship between all four of them, but she still managed to give Narcissa a domineering stare. Narcissa just grinned back before returning her attention to Aella. "I get disciplined by Daphne at times too. But mostly that's a different type of discipline, and not one that's going to change my behavior."
Daphne looked pleased at that truthful comment, but Aella's reaction was more interesting. She still looked entirely unfazed with this blunt discussion of their sex life. "Perhaps we should start with just what Daphne did to get you under her thumb," she said instead, and that finally got Narcissa to blush slightly. The moment she felt her face heat she saw a predatory smirk spread across Aella's face, and it made her groan.
"Ooh, I'll tell this one!" Daphne said, sounding eager now that the ice had been broken more effectively than Narcissa had imagined it would be. That was Aella's doing, of course. Much like her daughters, she'd always been happy to allow other attractive witches to play with her and her husband together, or sometimes even without Lord Greengrass there if he gave his permission.
The relationship Daphne and Astoria had found themselves in was unexpected even given their family life, but if any set of parents would be able to adjust to it and accept it, it would be Edmund and Aella Greengrass.
--
This had already been a very positive visit in Harry's view just from the solo conversation he'd had with Edmund Greengrass. But now that they'd met up with the witches and filled in the gaps in their conversation from after their eavesdropping had ended, he was feeling even better about the impression he'd made. Aella was openly beaming at him thanks to the news he'd brought them, something her husband was enjoying teasing her about.
The looks Astoria had been giving him were very different from her mother's, ones that were just as pleased but with a smoldering tinge to them. He had to resist laughing at the small comments Narcissa was making under her breath beside him about it looking like the slut might drop to her knees and suck him off at any time now.
He grinned just as much because Narcissa was being so open amongst people outside of their foursome. Even if it was just Daphne and Astoria's parents, who she'd once had more than just a cordial relationship with before Lucius put a stop to it; it was still a good thing to see. She wasn't being shy about expressing herself. Her body was pressed tightly against him as they sat together on the smaller couch, and her breasts pressed against his side and threatened to distract him. Daphne and Astoria were shooting jealous looks her way, knowing that there was only room for the two of them on the couch. Their mother watched it all, but judging by the quirk of her lips she seemed to find it amusing.
For his part, Harry couldn't miss the tender and decidedly non-sisterly touches Daphne occasionally gave Astoria as they sat side by side, or how Astoria eagerly accepted them before invariably flushing and looking embarrassed every time she realized it. Every time she reacted that way, Daphne's face lit up in delight, true delight as opposed to her usual dominant satisfaction.
Not even their father could miss those looks, which was saying something about how obvious they were being because he was very clearly attempting to ignore all aspects of this that related to his daughters being romantically involved with one another. But he hadn't called attention to it. He'd just smiled, apparently having come to terms with that reality. Harry wasn't comfortable prodding, but he assumed that he was too happy that his daughters were happy and Astoria was back in their lives to let anything else bother him. He also would have known that the two stubborn daughters he'd helped to raise would not have willingly given up what they'd discovered, and after how fractured the Greengrass family had been for years would understandably want to avoid doing anything to strain things.
"I suppose we should go have a conversation about things pertaining to the Greengrass family and its future," Edmund eventually said, looking over at his two daughters who sat side by side. "That can also give Harry a chance to speak with your mother one on one at last." He smiled. "Let Lady Greengrass try her hand at playing the bad auror. We all know she's the scariest member of our family."
--
"Astoria wouldn't have been a surprise at all," Harry said, shaking his head at Narcissa. "If it had been Daphne, maybe that would have been a mild surprise. But you? I never expected you to be the one that dove into that subject." He felt surprised, exasperated and amused all at once. Who would have known just what the women had been talking about while he revealed his and Narcissa's discovery to Lord Greengrass?
"It was meant to torment Astoria," she said in her own defense. Harry snorted.
"And how did that work out for you?" he retorted.
"That seems to be worth some discipline to me," Lady Greengrass interjected, watching the byplay with amusement. Narcissa groaned, and now it was Aella that Harry looked at in disbelief. He shook his head.
"I really shouldn't even be surprised," he said. "Your daughters had to get it from somewhere. I should have known Astoria wasn't joking when she said she'd only recently discovered just how similar the three of you really are." She just grinned at him unrepentantly. "Since you brought it up, I'll confirm that Narcissa will be getting some discipline later. But I'm not actually upset about it. Obviously one of the three of them was going to crack under the pressure and open up eventually, especially since you seem so unusually interested in knowing all about our sex life. So it's probably not going to be anything too severe." He looked at Narcissa, who licked her lips while looking back at him. "It'll be just enough to remind the soon to be Lady Black how to live up to the expectations of the house she was in back in her Hogwarts days."
"So long as she still isn't thinking clearly, I believe discipline should be delivered swiftly," Aella said. "I wouldn't mind you taking care of matters immediately, if you think it's necessary."
"You're just as quick to torment me as I remember you being," Narcissa told her. The Lady Greengrass smirked at her, and Harry smiled slightly at the easy banter between the two women. But after a moment Aella's face looked as serious as it had since she was given the full story on what Draco had done to Asoria, and the jovial mood shattered around them. Before she even spoke Harry could see that Aella had a genuine gripe with Narcissa that she was about to air, and he assumed that it would have something to do with her previous interactions with Astoria. He had a feeling that she'd been sitting on whatever she was about to say for a long time, and now that Narcissa was here and her daughters were elsewhere with their father, she could finally let it loose.
"Of course you remember," Aella bit out. "We were, dare I say it, slowly becoming friends back then. We were close enough to share such things with each other. But then you stood by and watched my youngest get corrupted by your monster of a son. And not only that, you continued to push Astoria further and further into the hole that she'd willfully fallen into. You treated her with such hostility that she withdrew from everyone else and came to depend on Draco as the only person in her life."
"That is Lucius' son, not mine," Narcissa replied, sounding rather angry about it herself. "My son vanished many years ago, after Lucius got to him and left me no way to exert any more influence over him. Do you think I didn't try to rein him in? I did. But the monster that he became was and is beyond my ability to control or influence."
She took a deep breath, and her voice took on a different, less angry tone. "I knew that Astoria was a wonderful witch. That was why I expected her to be able to do what I no longer could, and bring back the Draco I remembered from his childhood. He didn't listen to his mother anymore, but with Lucius locked up in Azkaban I hoped that his wife would be able to be a good influence on him. I continued to hope for that, but Draco did not get better. He continued his steady decline, and I wrongly took out my frustrations on Astoria."
Harry, understanding that this was not a conversation for him to participate in, sat back and allowed the two mothers to get their feelings off of their chests. Aella remained silent and stoic, allowing Narcissa to continue.
"I blinded myself with a mother's optimism," Narcissa admitted. "I convinced myself that my boy was still in there somewhere, and that if Astoria just tried harder he would come back, or failing that she could take a step back and let me try to get him to listen to me again. My hope and my love for the son that I remembered left me incapable of adequately judging the situation." She looked at Aella seriously. "I would say that it was the same hope you held for Astoria, which saw you continuing to defend what she said and did no matter whether you approved or not, or whether she wanted to have anything to do with you or not.
"The difference is that you were right, and in the end you were lucky enough to have your faith rewarded because your daughter was raised to be a wonderful witch at heart. I was not so lucky because my son is a monster, and he's a monster at least in part because I failed entirely as a mother. I know now that there is no coming back for my son; he is lost to me forever, and the monster is all that remains. I will live with that failure and feel the weight of it on my shoulders every single day for the rest of my life."
"I apologize," Aella said softly, closing her eyes. Her ire was gone and she was similarly emotional after Narcissa's honest response. "I shouldn't have said those things, and I didn't truly mean them. I can imagine that I would have acted just as you did, or perhaps even worse, had I been in such a horrible situation."
"You were correct regardless," Narcissa said, calmer now. "If I'm being honest, it is my actions towards when Astoria when she was alone in the world and estranged from those who truly loved her that bother me even more than what Lucius turned my son into. I knew better than to blame her or take it out on her, and my grief over what Draco had become is no excuse. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her as best I can, because she really is a remarkable person. As soon as I began to realize a few months ago just how big a fool I'd been and how unfairly I'd treated her, I couldn't help but fall in love with her."
Aella smiled widely at Narcissa, and Harry exhaled, now convinced that they'd made it through the storm. Then the Lady Greengrass' face took on a more mischievous smirk. "In that case, maybe you do need to get a spanking from your man right now," Aella said. "Not because you did anything wrong, but just to clear you of your misplaced guilt." Harry had to resist putting his head in his hands.
"I think you just want to amuse yourself in knowing that Harry has taken me wherever you will send us and spanked me because you encouraged it," Narcissa grumbled with a good-natured smile. "It's clear where Daphne got her fondness for that sort of thing."
Aella chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't send you anywhere," she corrected. "Rather I would accompany you." Harry's head shot up at that, and he stared at his girlfriends' mother with wide eyes. "I can't miss out on watching just how Harry keeps Narcissa Black, the proudest and most unflappable witch of our generation, in line so easily. And of course I need to make sure nothing unacceptable happens in my own manor," she finished in a pretentious tone that was obviously sarcastic.
Harry continued to stare at her in disbelief, and was now joined by Narcissa as well. She ignored both of their looks and stood up. "Come on now, follow me. I'll take you to an appropriate place."
Harry looked over at Narcissa and took a moment to determine whether this was something she would be willing to play along with. It didn't take long for him to identify that she was looking more than a little aroused about the whole thing, and it made him smirk at her. She flushed, but gave him no indication that he shouldn't play along with their host's request.
"Hurry up then," he said to Narcissa as he stood from their little couch. "It would be rude for us to ignore a request from the lady of the manor. Oh, and don't forget to thank Lady Greengrass at the end for letting us deal with this immediately."
--
"Ahh, look at you, getting your tears all over the nice sheets in my guest bedroom!" Aella said, taunting Narcissa. "I guess I can't blame you though. He's spanking your bare arse pretty good, isn't he?"
He was, even if he was capable of so much more. He didn't use any hairbrush, paddle, belt or any other tool. It was just his bare hand smacking her arse, but with his strength combined with the fact that the number of spanks he'd delivered was nearing triple digits, her arse was still stinging and undoubtedly glowing for Aella's viewing pleasure. And yes, she was definitely leaking tears all over Aella's nice sheets.
The most humiliating, but also the most arousing, aspect of the entire situation was that Aella hadn't accepted Harry merely hiking her robes up and spanking her through her knickers. Even though she'd worn a pair that was comprised of mainly string as thin as dental floss (a decision she'd regretted as soon as this spanking topic was broached), that wasn't enough either. She'd asked for Harry to pull her knickers off and completely expose her bare arse, and then had been delighted when Narcissa's braless state revealed her pierced nipples. There had been plenty of taunting over both her piercings and her lack of a bra, though Narcissa was confident that even if she had worn a bra, Aella would have found a reason for it to come off.
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," Harry said, calling out the last few spanks on her arse, which were just as hard as the ones at the beginning. "That's a nice round number. I think you've been punished enough."
"Yes, I agree," Aella said. Narcissa, knowing that they were done and remembering what Harry had told her, played her part.
"Thank you for providing us with this space, Lady Greengrass," she said. Aella snorted.
"I didn't actually expect that," she said. She turned to smile at Harry. "You really do have her well trained!"
"Are you going to keep staring at the naked body of the witch dating both of your daughters, or are you going to watch me get dressed too?" Narcissa asked dryly. Harry laughed, apparently having gotten a lot more comfortable with this surreal situation as time went on, because he'd seemed uncharacteristically awkward earlier.
"She'll probably stay," he quipped. "It's clear to me now that those whispered rumors in the Wizengamot that make so many people jealous of Lord Greengrass are more than just rumors."
"Correct on both counts," Aella said with a laugh. "Don't worry; my husband is fully aware of this, and also supportive of the outcomes that we could have potentially reached."
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. Narcissa looked up at her with interest as well.
"Oh, it was entirely possible that it could have been me across your knee with my arse out if our conversation had gone even slightly differently," Aella said, shrugging nonchalantly. Harry looked like he might splutter in shock at that.
"I don't think either of your daughters would approve of that," Narcissa said, but then she paused and thought about it for a moment. "Actually, Astoria would probably wholeheartedly approve," she amended, laughing fondly as she did so. Harry broke free from his surprise and chuckled at her statement as well, knowing that it was true despite sounding utterly absurd.
"Astoria always was the more mischievous of the two," Aella said lightly. "But Daphne has been teasing me about Harry showing me what a proper spanking is like for months now, ever since she came over one night and was so sore that she had trouble sitting down." Harry saw a rather contemplative look on Narcissa's face at the end, but she squashed most of it quickly.
"Was Edmund really going to let you be stripped down and tugged across another lord's knee to be spanked?" she asked playfully.
"With how many witches we've brought into our bed, both together and separately?" Aella laughed. "He's been taunting me rather consistently about getting Lord Potter-Black to discipline me properly, especially when he's not around to keep me in line because he's away on business. Edmund has absolutely no insecurities on that front, I promise."
"Do you think the others will be waiting for us?" Harry asked Aella. Narcissa's eyes widened, wondering if he was trying to change the subject or if he might actually be considering doing this, time permitting. "We've done a fair bit of spanking and talking by now."
Lady Greengrass shook her head. "No. They're going to be changing the position of Greengrass heiress from Daphne to Astoria officially in light of what you told us earlier. That involves filling out quite a few forms that are tediously long and filled with more oaths and vows than anyone should have to swear in their entire lives. I would guess they'll probably take another forty five minutes at least."
Narcissa pulled off of Harry's lap somewhat reluctantly, as it meant she lost contact with the hands that had been gently rubbing and groping her arse after the conclusion of the spanking. She looked over when she heard a sudden laugh from Aella.
"I should have expected that too," she said. Her eyes were openly staring at his cock, which was erect and prominent even while he was still fully dressed. "It seems to be just as impressive as Daphne said it was."
"You're a pervert," Narcissa teased.
Harry just shrugged. "Natural reaction," he said, before looking at Narcissa. "Typically I would put Narcissa's nose in the corner and make her put her mouth to work right about now, depending on whether it was just her or the other two that needed discipline as well." Narcissa squeaked, shocked that he would be quite so blunt with his words. "Don't worry," he said, giving her arse a pat. "You're just going to sit where Lady Greengrass is and observe, because she is very much correct about needing to be disciplined. And unless I'm mistaken, that role has fallen to me."
At last it was Aella's turn to blush, and Narcissa smiled at seeing her put on the back foot at last. Narcissa looked at Harry's smirk and wondered what he might be thinking.
--
What Harry was thinking was that since for some reason Narcissa, Daphne, Astoria and Lord Greengrass were all more than simply onboard but actually wanted this teasing to become something more than that, he would enjoy it fully and not hold back at all.
"And no one is foolish enough to think that this wouldn't have happened if it had been you over my lap instead of Narcissa," he said, pointing to his erection, "so pressing it against you during your punishment shouldn't be a problem." Aella blushed and hesitated as her eyes glanced once again at his cock, and he decided to continue to push her. "Hurry up and get over here. Otherwise you'll see what your daughters and Narcissa receive when they decide to get particularly difficult."
She slowly headed over to him, and Harry's breath caught when he realized this was actually going to happen. When she started to hike her robes up, he chuckled. "No, absolutely not," he said. Her eyes flicked to his. "You saw how Narcissa was dressed for her discipline. You even contributed to it. Now you're going to accept yours in the same state."
"Yes, sir," she muttered, nodding. Harry's cock twitched at that, which fortunately she did not notice as she was too busy stripping out of her robes. Harry got a good look at what Daphne and Astoria would look like in a couple of decades once she was standing in front of him in just her knickers and high heels, and he liked what he saw. He liked it very much.
"It was never in doubt where your daughters got their beauty from," he commented. She glanced down at her knickers, the only remaining article of clothing, as if she was unsure as to whether or not she should really remove them. Harry took a moment to consider whether he should push her all the way and eventually decided he would take it easy on her. "You can leave them on if you want. They look skimpy enough that they shouldn't impact the spanking too much."
"Absolutely not," Narcissa said right away. "You were delighted enough to get me down to just my heels, so it's only fair that you have to do the same. Get those knickers off." He should have known she wouldn't be satisfied with that."
Harry would have assured Aella that she didn't have to pull her knickers down if she really didn't want to, but she nodded at Narcissa's words, hooked her thumbs in them and slid them down her legs. She bent over and positioned herself on Harry's lap, and the surreal spanking of the woman who would surely one day become his mother in law began.
She had a lovely arse; the Greengrass genes really were strong. But while Harry did admire Aella's bum, he did not treat her as he would have either of her daughters. With Daphne or Astoria he would have spread their legs nice and wide for his viewing pleasure while he spanked them, but he made sure that he pinned one of his legs over hers and kept them together. He was going to keep this professional, however much as that word could apply while you were spanking the mother of your girlfriends.
"Is Lord Greengrass aware of your games at this very moment?" he asked casually after giving her a firm fifty spanks. She nodded. "Should I give you some more then?"
"Oh yes," she said. She squirmed slightly in his lap, and he saw a few tears drip from her eyelashes. "He laughed and told me I could do with an attitude adjustment. He feels I've been a bit too willing to tease Daphne and Astoria about all of this, and me being subjected to it is a fitting punishment."
"Very well," Harry said, nodding. Insane as all of this was, if Lord and Lady Greengrass wanted him to punish her, he would punish her. He conjured a hairbrush to replicate the one they usually used at home and gave her fifty hard swats with it. There were a couple of times along the way that he hesitated, unsure if he should really give Daphne and Astoria's mother the full experience or not, but Narcissa wouldn't have any of that.
"Don't you dare hold back," Narcissa warned him the first time he paused. "Lady Greengrass should be able to assure her husband that their daughters are in firm, capable hands that will keep them from drifting apart or misbehaving again. And he should also be confident that his wife will be motivated to behave herself when he is away."
Harry took Narcissa's comment to heart, and gave Aella her fifty smacks from the hairbrush. Her arse was bright red and she was openly sobbing by the end of it, and he wondered if maybe he'd made a mistake in playing along with this.
"I certainly understand how you tamed all three of them now," she said after calming down slightly. It was said with a laugh, and she sounded almost unbelievably lighthearted considering she was freshly spanked and naked over the lap of the boyfriend of her two daughters, both of whom were with her husband not far away.
"Oh, that's how he corrects our behaviors, yes," Narcissa said, "but that was rather light compared to what we get when we've truly done something that deserves punishment." She giggled and shook her head. "But it's his cock that tamed me." Harry gave her an amused look and raised his eyebrows at her, and she just shrugged. "Do you really think we need to hold anything back, Harry? You just got done spanking her arse red."
"Perhaps you're not as well tamed as I thought you were," Aella said as she got up off of Harry's lap.
Narcissa smirked as if she'd just been challenged, and she strutted over towards him while swaying her hips. She yanked at his belt, and the protest that had started to form in his throat died right there, because before he could form the words she'd already yanked his trousers and underwear down and his erect cock sprang out into the open air in one of the guest bedrooms of Greengrass Manor.
"This is the monster that has tamed me many times," Narcissa said, holding his cock lightly while looking at the other woman. "If you want to see what I usually have to do after being spanked for having a big mouth, you can stay and watch."
Aella stared at Harry's cock with wide eyes. "Edmund's cock impresses every one of our guests, and at times it can be a little frightening to try and take it all," she muttered. "But that thing is terrifying." Terrifying could be a bad word, but since she couldn't tear her eyes away from his cock he could only assume that it was a compliment here. He thought to himself that the information she'd freely and rather unnecessarily offered up about all of the witches she'd shared with her husband, and more to the point how he had given his permission for all of this, was a less than subtle sign as to what other aspects of discipline she and her husband might consider acceptable.
"This is your only chance to leave before she gets started," he told her. Aella just sat down across from him and crossed her legs. She leaned back to prominently display her ample chest for his pleasure and gave him a sultry smile, which to him all but confirmed that he'd been right.
Narcissa commanded his attention by swallowing his cock whole without warning, and she forced herself not to make a single sound until she got him all down. Then she moaned loudly and hummed while staring up at him lovingly with her hands clasped submissively behind her back. Harry stared back and moaned. She pulled back and licked her lips.
"Do your worst," she encouraged. He looked down at her, bemused, and she narrowed her eyes. "Don't dare be soft about it either," she bit out. "Use me like Astoria begs you to use her."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he did as she demanded. He grabbed Narcissa's head and fucked her throat hard, and Aella gasped as she watched him at work. He could see her casting the occasional worried look at him whenever she dragged her eyes away from Narcissa, and he understood her concern. Narcissa had asked for it, and she was getting it. She wound up in a state where she could barely stay conscious and was just limply taking the facefuck while gasping for air desperately in the brief moments where she had the chance to do so.
"I'm going to cum soon," he grunted. He had to pull back to let Narcissa at least take in enough air to return from her half-conscious state and cough up a large amount of saliva. Once she'd done so he repeated his warning. She was a bit more lucid now, and she nodded at him in understanding.
When he pulled back to cum on Narcissa's face, she yanked her own hair painfully and fought through that pain to chase him down and keep his cock in her mouth while he exploded. Her body wavered with a lack of oxygen or strength as she did so, and her eyes looked hazy, but her efforts did what they were supposed to. She stared up at him with fluttering eyes as he filled her mouth with an impressive load, but she didn't swallow or spit out a single drop of any of it. Once he was done she held her mouth open to display the absurd amount of cum she'd collected, even though doing so left her barely able to breathe through her nose and unable to breathe at all through her mouth.
Harry knew she was waiting for his permission to swallow, but he decided to really drag the game out. He caught his breath, cleaned himself up, pulled his underwear and trousers partially back up and then simply waited for a few moments, wanting to see if she would falter and swallow in order to get the air she so desperately needed to stay conscious. She looked to be on the verge of collapse; her arms were shaking as she held herself up. But she still did not swallow. She was waiting for his permission.
"You can swallow now," he told her at last. She did so with a gulp and then began to desperately heave for air.
"Thank you," she said as soon as she had the required oxygen to do so. She kissed his cock and lovingly tucked it away before redoing his trousers. He sat down, and she collapsed onto his inner thigh. She remained there as she recovered, and Harry ran his fingers through her hair in a caress. Slowly the tears stopped dripping down her cheeks as she came around.
"We have about five minutes before the time Edmund and I set aside runs out," Aella muttered.
Harry allowed Narcissa to begin to shakily put herself back together, but decided to have a little more fun with Aella. "Come here," he said sharply just as she was about to slide her knickers back on. She complied quickly, much to his amusement. Even Narcissa gave a weak chuckle.
He stood and casually cupped one of Aella's breasts in his hand, which made her gasp. He lightly squeezed her flesh and tweaked her nipple and then moved over to do the same to her other breast, meanwhile his left hand slid up to rest on her face. He pressed his index finger against her closed lips, and she parted them as if in a trance. Her tongue flicked out to lick his finger as if she was teasing the head of his cock, and it made him laugh. His laughter made her realize what she'd done, and she blushed a brilliant crimson.
Harry removed his hand from her face and slowly ran it down between her legs, watching her all the while, He smirked widely as she gasped and spread her legs wider to give him easier access to her cunt. He ran his fingers along her outer lips, which made her whimper. "Merlin, you're a slut, Lady Greengrass," he said with a laugh. Her cheeks got even redder, and Narcissa joined him in laughter.
Aella moaned immediately once he made contact with her clit, and he laughed as her hands moved towards him. He grabbed her wrists with his hand and pinned them above her head casually while his other hand continued to play with her breasts.
"Not yet, slut," he told her. "First you need to make sure you get very clear permission from both Daphne and Astoria, and your husband too. Once you've done that, then you can come find me for the rest of your discipline."
She could only moan as he played with her breasts, and Narcissa laughed. "We should leave the slutty lady of the manor to gather herself," she suggested. He nodded with a smirk, and the two of them headed for the door. He turned around just before he left, and saw Aella still standing there looking shellshocked.
"If you touch yourself, I'll know," he warned her. "And you'll regret it if you do, because it will lead to your first experience with a particular charm that your daughters truly hate." She stared at him quizzically, and he decided to really drive the threat home. "It takes away your ability to orgasm." Her eyes widened comically as she watched him leave her behind in the room, alone with her flustered frustration.
--
Harry was yanked none too gently into a nearby bedroom by Daphne. A cursory look around told him that this was her childhood bedroom; the pictures on the wall were proof enough of that. But it was the adult Daphne and her stern glare that commanded his attention in the present.
"Did you really spank my mother and facefuck Narcissa in front of her?" she asked dangerously. Harry nodded, unfazed by her anger.
"Yes, but not before she let me know you've been taunting her about having me punish her for quite some time now," he said with a smirk. "And as for Narcissa, she begged for me to facefuck her, and demanded I be as rough with her as possible. I could hardly disappoint her, now could I? I think the only problem here, at least for you, is that you were left out to handle boring paperwork while we had fun."
She blushed, and he laughed and yanked at her robes. She looked at him warily, likely because she'd pulled him in here right before dinner and she didn't want to try and squeeze in anything right now. He continued on regardless.
"You really are a slut just like your sister," he said as he pulled her robes off. He got her down to just her heels, and decided to rub it in. "Now you look just like your mother did when she went over my lap. Black, strappy heels and absolutely nothing else." Daphne looked surprised at his words, but she looked turned on too.
He roughly kissed her lips, and she moaned loudly into the kiss and tried to throw her arms around his neck. But he grabbed them with both hands, pinned them behind her back with one hand while grabbing her long blonde hair with the other, and yanked hard to make her stare up at him.
"If you wanted to have another member of the Greengrass family red-arsed and covered in my cum, you should have told me earlier," he told her. She rubbed her thighs together in obvious arousal, making him laugh. "I really have fallen in love with the three kinkiest witches in the world." He kissed her again, and this time it was softer and much tenderer.
"I love you so much," she gasped when he pulled away.
"That's an amusing thing to be told after what happened earlier with your mother," he said with a smirk. She giggled.
"Mum said that dad got to have his fun with some veela coven during his most recent business trip, with her blessing," she said. "He had no problem with her having her own fun too. My parents are as wild as Astoria and I are."
"Not quite," Harry said, thinking of some of the things they'd done together, "but they're certainly wilder than I'd imagined, even knowing how you and Astoria turned out."
"We turned out perfectly," Daphne said, grinning. Harry burst into laughter.
"You've come a long way from not wanting to share me with anyone in any manner," he told her.
"As long as I get to reap the benefits right alongside you, I see no reason why the four of us shouldn't enjoy each other and perhaps the occasional special guest," Daphne said with a giggle. "Especially given how your already endless libido seems to keep on growing."
"Speaking of libido, you're the one who is so slutty that you couldn't wait to drag me off and try to get some cock for yourself," he pointed out. "So why don't you start begging like the slut we both know you are and save us both the time of you trying to act like you're anything but mine, love?"
"I'll always be yours," she said, staring at him hungrily. "Please, fuck me!" Harry hit her with a wandless and nonverbal cleaning and lubrication spell. "Not there," she whimpered. He laughed without mercy, spun her around, bent her over harshly and pressed his cock against her arsehole.
"Why not?" he asked, leaving his cock there but not penetrating her arse just yet.
"I need you inside of my cunt right now," she gasped.
He casually jiggled her perfect arse cheeks with both hands. "I feel like fucking your arse," he said. He gave her a few hard spanks and admired the way her arse shook before moving on. "Grab your ankles," he said. Daphne rushed to do so with a whimper.
"Do it!" she cried out after a bit of teasing on his part. "Claim me right here and take my arse instead if that's what you want! I just need you inside of me, and I need it now! I need you to mark me as yours here too, and you can use me however you please to do it! If that means you're going to fuck my arse hard and have me walking funny in front of everyone for the rest of the night, I don't care!"
By the end of her plea she sounded as frantic as Astoria at her most desperate. He'd already determined it to be the case, but this made it even more obvious how badly she wanted him to fuck her here in her childhood bedroom. She wanted to be the first Greengrass he fucked in this house, and of course would prefer to be the first he fucked normally as well. Her pleas didn't tell him anything he didn't already know, but they did speed up the end of his teasing. Thanks to listening to her he was feeling nearly as desperate as she was.
He didn't share any of this with her. "You're a good girl, and good girls get rewarded," was all that he said, and then he roughly thrust his cock into her cunt just as she'd wanted.
"Thank you!" she moaned as he grabbed her hips and fucked her. She continued to moan her thanks as he gave her a furiously paced fucking. He head her nearly entirely weightless and was just using her as she held her ankles for him. As the fuck continued her moans of thanks turned into her babbling mindlessly about how good it was, how badly she needed to be claimed by him here in her childhood bedroom, how amazing he was, and how she'd be a good slut just like her sister and Narcissa.
The entire time, Harry continued to slam into her hard, giving her the furious fuck in her old bedroom that she'd been so desperate for. He mixed in the occasional spank to her bum as well just for variety, not that it was necessary. He could tell that it would take very little to get Daphne off tonight.
She screamed in orgasm very quickly by her standards, and Harry responded by grabbing onto her hips even tighter and slamming his cock deep inside of her even more mercilessly while he raced to catch up to her. It wasn't long before he got there, exploding inside of her and filling her with his seed.
Harry supported all of Daphne's weight as they caught their breath in the aftermath, and she limply held her ankles while letting out the odd shudder and moan. She acted as if she'd just had twenty orgasms rather than the mere one. She let out a breathless yelp as Harry tossed her forward onto her old bed, flipped her over onto her back and kissed her passionately on the lips.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she moaned. "And you just made yet another one of my fantasies turn out even better in reality than it ever was in my head. Somehow you always fucking manage to do that." He adjusted his weight slightly on top of her, and she moaned loudly when she felt his still hard cock brush against her. "I want you to fuck me again, and cum deep inside of me," she said. "It will be practice for when we've decided it's time to top using contraceptive potions."
"You need to be very careful about saying things like that until you're ready for it to be reality," he growled as he slid forward to penetrate her. He'd been fired up already and her words had gotten him even more so. He very quickly began to slam his hips forward against her as he fucked her. It was rough and quick, and very, very enjoyable. Her tease about getting pregnant seemed to have him hanging on the edge and closer to his breaking point right from the start than she had ever gotten him, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. Fortunately she felt the same way, and even before he reached his end and came inside of her for the second time that night, she groaned into his ear and tightened in orgasm around him.
"Teasing me until you made me beg to get fucked in the arse so pathetically was just uncalled for," she said afterwards as they cuddled together on her bed. He knew she wasn't being serious, and it was a good thing she wasn't, because the obvious arousal that was thick in her voice as she said it would have ruined it completely. He just gave her a smirk, which made her blush.
"I just wanted to make sure you remember just how thoroughly I own you before I claimed you," he teased, making her grin.
"As if I would ever forget that," she scoffed. "You leave me walking funny far too often for that!" Harry kissed her again, and afterwards she melted into his body.
"I'm definitely dragging you up here again and fucking your arse next Sunday, so be ready for that," he warned. She wriggled against him with a needy shiver in response to this threat, making him laugh. "It's a shame we don't have a bit more time, or I'd do it now," he said while giving her a little pat on the arse. "But it's time for us to head back downstairs."
"I wasn't joking when I told you I wouldn't care if my mother could tell I'd just gotten a rough buggering, you know," she said with a smirk.
"Of course you wouldn't," Harry replied. "You'd be more likely to ask her to watch than to get embarrassed about it." She flushed again, and he smacked her arse to claim his victory.
"I'll neither confirm nor deny that," she said, giggling as she got up and began to sashay away from him. The way her hips swayed obnoxiously in front of him as they walked down the stairs was delightful, and when he swatted her arse in return she just smiled. When they reached the bottom of the stairs she turned around and gave him a peck on the lips.
"Saying things like that and then not following through would be unfair," she said. "And you're not an unfair man, are you?" As if he'd needed it, there was even more conformation that she was having a great deal of fun playing this game with him.
"Are we really at Greengrass Manor?" he muttered. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm actually stuck in the mental ward at St. Mungo's with Lockhart and having some strange drug-induced dream right now."
--
"It is time for a very brief moment of seriousness amidst all the fun and games of tonight," Aella said to Harry. They were alone for the first time, Narcissa having gotten up to go meet with Edmund while Daphne went off to find Astoria. The prompt and businesslike goblins of Gringotts had already sent an owl that needed to be responded to, but while the rest of the family dealt with that the two of them remained here.
"Go ahead," he said, nodding to her and moving past the way Daphne had grinned on her way out of the room as her mother teased her about walking a bit gingerly.
"How long is it going to be until you make this whole thing official?" she asked him. He paused to consider his answer, and when he didn't answer quickly she continued. "You surely know that you have our support to do it tomorrow. And I know both of my daughters and Narcissa want you to do so, even if they aren't going to come out and tell you that quite yet unless you ask them directly."
"It's still too dangerous," he said. "There's too much risk of public backlash so soon after Astoria's divorce. For her, I mean. Not for me."
"That's probably true," she acknowledged with a nod. "But do you think Draco is going to not pose a danger anymore when he finds out in a few months, and has had more time to plan and establish himself?" Harry couldn't argue that point. "The public will always react as the public will react, and they'll move on as soon as the next piece of gossip arrives. That's a lesson I learned from my parents as a small girl, and it hasn't been wrong even once."
"I wish it were that easy," Harry said. She gave him a stern look for a moment before softening.
"It is that easy," she said gently. "My daughters went through horrible years, Astoria obviously more so than Daphne. And Narcissa went through horrible decades rather than years as the wife of Lucius and mother of Draco, even if her nightmare built up more slowly. This current fresh chapter of their lives is what all three of them need, but they won't truly be able to grow, move on and put it behind them until the sequel. Beyond that, you yourself have gone through a great deal as well if even half of the stories I've heard are to be believed. Surely you deserve to not delay putting off your own happiness for the sake of people who don't truly matter."
She left it at that, obviously confident that she had made her point. And she had. Her words made sense to Harry, and they left him deep in thought. He was still mulling it all over in his head as the others in their group began to return from their business, and as each of his three lovers returned separately they shot him adoring looks. Aella smirked knowingly at him after Astoria, the last of the three, returned.
"Just think on it," Aella whispered to him. "You can thank me when the time is right."
Harry was torn. On some level he knew that she was right, but he also had his age-old instincts that were fighting hard to make themselves known, and those were telling him to do whatever he could to keep them all safe, no matter what it took or what personal sacrifices might need to be made.
--
"I'll help you with that," Edmund said as his wife got up after dinner to put back the bottles of wine that had not been opened. He gave her a hard smack across the arse as they walked away, which made Aella yelp. They both murmured to each other as they left, and their guests knew they were taking a moment to discuss everything that had happened together. It had been obvious that Edmund had already known what had happened between his wife, Harry and Narcissa earlier, and had not been perturbed in the slightest. If anything he'd seemed amused by the whole thing, and he was surely teasing her about it now. Lord and Lady Greengrass had a very interesting and unique relationship, that was for sure.
Their absence also gave the other four a chance to discuss things amongst themselves, but there was very little discussion to be had. "I need to be shown to the restroom," Narcissa said to Astoria quickly. Harry glanced towards Daphne in question as the other two disappeared, because this was a very poor and transparent excuse.
"I don't know what they're playing at either," she said with a shrug. "Or maybe it's just Narcissa who is playing, because Astoria seemed rather oblivious to me. All I know is I was told to bring you upstairs with me in two minutes."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he headed upstairs with Daphne regardless. They linked their hands together lazily as they walked up to join Narcissa and Astoria for whatever they had planned. Daphne looked pleased when he initiated that small show of affection.
"Seriously?" he said, rolling his eyes. "This is hardly the first time I've held your hand."
"Now you ruined it," she said with a huff. He swatted her on the arse and then gave it a rough squeeze.
"Do you want me to drag you off and ruin you again?" he whispered into her ear. "I could make good on my promise and leave your arse gaping in your childhood home." That 'threat' only made her look at him hungrily.
"If you talk about it like that again without following through, I'm going to drag you off and offer myself up even if my own mother is somehow there to watch. Hell, much more of this and I wouldn't stop even if my father was there to see you defile me too."
--
Astoria had many fond memories of her childhood bedroom, but she'd certainly never done anything like this in there!
She was hanging by one of her old Hogwarts ties that was tied around her neck, just barely able to take in some shallow breaths if she danced up onto her tiptoes. She was so aroused to be in such a precarious state that her thighs were sick and her nipples were stiff little pebbles.
She wasn't alone, of course. Narcissa was here with her, there to intervene just in case she needed help, but more there just to play with her. She would tease her with the occasional spank, tweak of a nipple or rub of her clit, and each time Astoria moaned and shivered. And each time she did that she had to desperately gasp in air, which only made the reaction to the next prod from Narcissa even worse as her arousal continued to grow.
"Seems like it's time to complete your night with the last of your sluts," she heard from the door. Daphne stepped in alongside Harry, who laughed at what her sister had just said.
"That isn't what we're here for," he said. "I may have fibbed a bit. This is actually my plan."
Narcissa moved over and dragged Daphne down onto the bed with her. "Just enjoy it," she whispered. "Your sister's about to get a gift she'll likely cherish nearly as much as the wedding ring he'll eventually give her." She was right.
Harry reached into his pocket with his right hand while his left moved to gently touch Astoria's face. She cooed and nuzzled her face against it as best she could without cutting off her own breathing, and then he moved to put a finger on her lips. She eagerly took it into her mouth and began sucking it with as much devotion as she would have if it was his cock.
"You're such a good girl," he said with a smile, and she beamed and sucked even harder thanks to his praise. This had the blowback of making her struggle to breathe, but she was too focused on pleasing him to care. To her dismay, he pulled his finger out of her mouth quickly. "Calm down. Otherwise you won't be able to get your gift."
He pulled out piercings to match Narcissa's, and Astoria's eyes widened as she saw them. She nodded frantically, gurgling as she choked herself with each nod of her head. Harry moved over to lift her with one arm underneath her arse, supporting her so she wouldn't choke herself out.
"Yes, please!" she said quickly. "I'll be a good girl forever! I want to be marked as yours! Do it now, please!"
Harry tapped her cheeks with the piercings and laughed. "Calm down," he said again. "I'm going to let you down now, but you need to stay still so I can do the charms." She forced herself up onto her toes and stood ramrod still and straight.
"Such an obedient girl," Narcissa said. It made Daphne snort, and Astoria was sure it was meant as a tease, but it just made her beam with pride. Then her breath left her for a different reason, because she was so excited as Harry pressed the piercings to her nipples that her breath caught. He cast the spell on both of them at once, and Astoria felt euphoric.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, making Harry laugh again.
"Spread," he commanded, and her vow forced her to obey immediately. That left her unable to speak as she was struggling for air instead, which made Harry hum thoughtfully. "That won't do." He hoisted her up, hooking his arms under her thighs into a full nelson position and setting her straight down onto his cock. It filled her arse in one brutal push. Astoria moaned loudly, loving it all. She loved being pierced and marked by him, she loved him manhandling her in her old bedroom, and she loved having his huge cock fill her arse.
"I'm glad I thought to silence the room before you got here," Narcissa said. She stood and waved her wand to tighten the rope again so it gave Astoria a moderate but not extreme choking, and then she and Daphne stalked towards the bed in perfect harmony.
"I'd ask if you were enjoying being bounced on a cock that's so far in your arse it's literally rearranging you, but we already know the answer to that," Daphne quipped. "You're already about to cum like a cheap slut."
She wasn't wrong. Astoria arched and stiffened, and Harry did his best to thrust upwards into her so he could keep her a bit higher up, as otherwise she would surely pass out from dropping low enough to not get enough air. That she was moaning so much made it a precarious position even with him diligently keeping her elevated.
"Always so quick to orgasm," Narcissa said with a laugh. "It's like this is what you were made for."
"It is!" Astoria said through a moan. "I was made to take Harry's cock, and I can't wait for everyone to know it!" Harry returned to his previous thrusts, and Astoria's air went away as she began to slowly make the climb towards a second orgasm.
"Right now you're going to have to not be a greedy slut and show how obedient you can be," Daphne said. "You can only have one more orgasm, and no whining about it. We don't have much time." Even if Astoria had been in a position to whine, they would have made that impossible for her. Narcissa began to finger her fast and hard, and Daphne joined in as well by leaning over to suck and lick at her clit. The combination of all three of her lovers working together had Astoria reaching her climax inside of a minute, and this time Harry didn't bother lifting her up at all in the doing.
She nearly passed out before he vanished her old school tie completely and then roughly slammed her down face first onto the bed. It was an already demanding position that was made even more demanding with a significant portion of his body weight on top of her. He pulled his arms out, knowing she was pinned in this position regardless, and one arm pressed on her back to hold her down as he leaned back to roughly slam his hips against her. He drove his cock almost too deep thanks to how vulnerable she was in this position, and even Astoria had to let out pained grunts with each thrust.
His other hand rained down merciless blows on her arse, each of them sounding out lick thunder. Astoria was howling and sobbing after thirty of them. "Tell me who owns you!" Harry yelled after delivering ten more.
"You do!" she howled. "You own me! Now please give me more!" Harry obliged, giving her ten more hard smacks on the bum. But even that wasn't enough for her, because she howled in disappointment when he stopped at an even fifty.
"She's close again," Narcissa said, laughing. "You should just break the little whore completely."
"Do it!" Astoria agreed fervently. Harry grabbed the back of her neck, pushed down as hard as he dared and rained down harsh spanks at an even more blistering pace as his hips slammed into her so hard that the bed was struggling to hold up under it. Astoria broke before the bed. She let out a full-out screech as she came, and Harry moaned loudly as he followed right behind her.
--
"Saying goodbye is going to be tough," Daphne muttered as she watched them. "Not only is my little sister unconscious, but her arse is gaping so wide you can see out of her mouth."
"That was unnecessarily crude," Narcissa chided. "Though it is an apt description." Harry laughed, which didn't make it any easier for him to catch his breath. "But don't worry. There won't be any goodbyes tonight. Your parents aren't fools. They're currently role-playing as if your father caught his wife cheating and in need of punishment."
"I'd really rather not think about that," Daphne said with a grimace.
"Oh, so your mother is fine, just not your father?" Narcissa teased.
"Seems like you need to remember your place," Daphne growled. She gave the older woman a slap. "Face down, arse up."
"Yes, mistress," Narcissa whined, hurriedly assuming the position. Daphne kissed Harry deeply while pulling the shrunken strap-on out from the pocket of her robes so she could unshrink it. "Would you like to break this one together with me?" she asked Harry. "We can break Astoria too, if she ever wakes up, and then you can apparate us out when we're ready to go since you've been added to the wards."
A wide grin was enough answer from her as she stripped down and put on the toy. "Narcissa is kneeling for you right now, so you can get started and I'll slide into whatever is left free," he said.
Daphne yanked Narcissa by the hair and pulled her up and onto the bed next to Astoria then spun her around by that same hair, leaving Narcissa frantically trying to keep up. "Your big mouth needs filling," she said. "I'll take care of that." She roughly shoved the strap-on in all the way and grabbed Narcissa's piercings between her fingers to tug and twist. All the while she ground her hips and caused Narcissa considerable distress with the fake cock stuffed so deep. "Stop thrashing around. This is what sluts like you enjoy, isn't it?"
Harry made his way quickly onto the bed and shoved his cock into Narcissa with just as little concern, and Daphne timed it out so she pulled her own hips back as he thrust in. Playing was fun, but she didn't want the witch to snap in half or pass out from lack of air or an overwhelming amount of pain and pleasure.
"Don't worry. Once you've gotten me off once with this big mouth I'll fuck your arse," Daphne promised. "We probably shouldn't forget to bring this one back with us after we fuck her unconscious just like the other pet," she said casually to Harry. "Otherwise she might end up the unwilling toy of my parents for the rest of the night."
"That wouldn't be good," Harry said, laughing. "This one needs full time supervision, because she's a handful." He gave Narcissa's breasts a hard slap. "Aren't you?" Daphne pulled out to the point that Narcissa only had a mouthful of strap-on, leaving her enough room to garble out a muffled response.
"I'm a good slut, sir," Narcissa managed to say. Daphne shoved the toy back in deep as soon as she'd gotten it out.
"Prove it like a good slut would then," she said. She and Harry settled into a rough but also comfortable (at least for them) pace as they spitroasted Narcissa together. Harry dragged Daphne into a passionate kiss, which a seemingly rejuvenated Astoria suddenly threw herself into. She shoved her tongue in between their mouths lewdly, making them both laugh at her second wind and what she'd done with it. "Go to your owner and enjoy some snogging," Daphne told her.
Astoria eagerly knelt beside Harry, who grinned and lifted his hand towards her. She grabbed it with both arms. "I like how much I ache from you finally forcing me to my limit," she told him.
"Your limits seem to expand every day," he chuckled. She grinned at him and kissed him softly.
"You better do your best to keep up with whatever new thing I ask for then," she whispered, and he grinned back at her.
"Gladly." He gave her a deep kiss and then used one arm to sweep her into kneeling above Narcissa while the other was used for support as he continued to shag the future Lady Black.
Astoria threw her arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss contentedly. When she pulled back it was only so she could tell him she loved him, and then she dove right back into it.
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Harry left the three exhausted witches cuddled up in bed together as he summoned the letter they'd received earlier and headed downstairs. He smirked as he looked at the note and walked over to the floo.
"Hello, Lady Greengrass," he greeted. The lady of the house, dressed in only stockings and heels, blushed profusely as she looked at the note. "Is everything in this note from your husband correct?"
"It is," she murmured.
"Very well," he nodded. "Come along then. Go ahead and take a seat in the sitting room."
When he came to the sitting room he had Astoria with him, naked and cuddled closely into his side as though he was the only thing in the world that mattered to her. She blushed when she saw her mother there, particularly in her state of undress. But after she got over her initial shock she actually giggled.
"Seems like you're a bit eager, mum," she said. "I'm pretty sure dad doesn't leave until tomorrow, so you shouldn't be getting fucked tonight."
"She won't be," Harry said. "But you will." Aella watched as her daughter lit up much as she imagined she would if he'd just pulled out a ring and proposed.
"Did Narcissa or Daphne make you get those?" she asked, pointing to her pierced nipples. Astoria shook her head and smiled, looking proud.
"They're from Harry," she said dreamily. "They're proof that he owns me." She actually purred out loud as she cuddled against him even more, and he laughed and gave her a pat on the arse.
"Stop trying to make your mother worry on purpose," he said. He gave Aella a smile. "You were curious about how I tamed Narcissa, but this is how I tamed your youngest."
He proceeded to give Astoria the roughest shag her mother had ever witnessed. She'd seen rough, but nothing like Harry dragging her youngest into a full nelson and roughly fucking her arse. It was brutal, and yet she somehow came twice from receiving it even as he choked her with one hand.
After he filled her arse he flipped her onto her back, pinned her legs above her head and gave her a few firm slaps that would have made Aella jump out of her seat and rush to her defense had she not seen and heard Astoria moan. She continued to moan as Harry fucked her to what by all accounts was another glorious orgasm, and then he came inside of her.
The mood shifted instantly away from the dark and quite frankly violent sex as Harry dragged Astoria onto his lap afterwards, and they turned into the sweetest of enamored lovers. They snogged while Harry's hands felt around Astoria's face, healing and checking on her, even though it looked to Aella like her daughter actually wanted him to leave her cheeks as red as his slaps had left them.
"That was rather intense," Aella said, feeling like it was a massive understatement.
Astoria's giggle was no surprise. "That was actually rather tame," she said. "Usually I beg him to slap me about or give me a hard spanking before or during it." She didn't seem to be joking at all, and that was a surprise. "I'm sleepy, but I still want more," she said after yawning.
"Go ahead and ride me then," Harry said with a laugh. "When you fall asleep I'll carry you up to bed."
Astoria ground her hips a few times, and then seemed indecisive. "I can't fall asleep and leave you halfway," she said.
"It will be fine," Harry said, and he truly didn't seem bothered at all with the idea. But Aella could see that her daughter was still irritated with the thought.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "If I fall asleep on you, make mum suck your cock or something." Harry snorted.
"Your mother is allowed to watch if she wants, but she won't be doing that until tomorrow," he said.
"She showed up naked, and probably without telling dad," Astoria muttered. Aella blushed; it was true. It wasn't like Edmund wasn't on board with everything that would happen starting tomorrow, but he would probably tease her relentlessly if he found out she snuck over for a sneak peek tonight.
Harry spanked Astoria's arse, and she giggled and wriggled around in his lap. "You're making me not want to behave," she said, pressing herself into the crook of his neck.
Aella could not take her eyes off of her daughter rolling her hips, nor could she believe the size of Harry's cock each time it appeared now that Astoria was bouncing instead of grinding. Her eyes always expected her daughter to reach the end when she was merely halfway up.
Astoria continued to ride him until she had another orgasm that brought a blissful look to her face. "I'm going to pass out," she whined soon after it was done.
"Go ahead," Harry said, but she shook her head and dropped to her knees in front of him. Aella thought the way he used Narcissa earlier was brutal and oddly impressive, as far as how easily she seemed to swallow that monster cock. But watching Astoria was nothing short of jaw-dropping. Even half-asleep, she managed to swallow him to the hilt over and over again at a rapid pace; all while moaning, drooling, slurping and humming on his cock. Never once did she break eye contact with him, not until he groaned out that he was going to cum. Then she pulled off of him, rushed back into his lap and frantically bounced on him again, making him laugh with her eagerness. She rode until he moaned in orgasm.
"I love feeling you fill me up," she sighed. And once she'd gotten that treat she slumped down and began to drift off. It was somehow the most absurd experience of the entire night for Aella, who sat there naked and watched her daughter fall asleep without shame as if she wasn't even there.
Harry chuckled, patted Astoria's arse and then grabbed onto it to lift her up and carry her back to bed bridal style. This revealed to Aella that his cock was somehow still rock hard, and she gawked at it in confusion. He noticed her gaze and chuckled. "Tomorrow, not tonight," he said, giving her a mocking smile that made her blush like a schoolgirl. Astoria stirred in his arms and mumbled something while half asleep that Aella couldn't hear, but the way Harry smiled suggested he found it hilarious.
He looked back over his shoulder at her. "She suggested you come give my cock a kiss goodnight as thanks for letting you watch," he said. "She also said you'd probably like it, considering you're dressed like a high priced escort."
Aella's cheeks burned at having her own daughter refer to her like that, but she couldn't seem to stop her legs from carrying her towards them. She bent down seductively at the waist, letting her full breasts hang and giving him a tremendous view of her arse. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his cockhead, and then she surprised him by taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head, making Astoria giggle as she watched.
"I'm taking sleeping beauty upstairs," Harry said when she pulled back. She didn't miss the hungry look he gave her as he left, and it made her shiver. She felt a level of delight at his attention that she'd never thought she would feel about any man but her husband.
"You can see yourself out," he called just before he disappeared from view. "You saw yourself in, after all."
She giggled to herself. Edmund might think he was getting the better end of this plan they had to keep them both satisfied during his long business trips, as he got to fuck Apolline Delacour as much as he wanted while he was in France. Fucking a veela was quite something, as she knew from experience. But she was now sure that she was getting the better end this time.
The only thing that worried her was possibly getting so addicted to that kind of fuck that she might be desperate for it even when Edmund wasn't away. She hadn't planned to get fucked tonight, but she was feeling desperate now to be fucked until she was unable to walk, and perhaps even to endure a bit of abuse like Astoria had.
She groaned, realizing she might already almost be craving him even before she'd gotten to feel it for herself, just from watching her daughter. If Harry came in and pinned her against the wall in her own home right now, she would spread her legs and let him fuck her until she screamed just as loud as Astoria had. She wondered how long it would be until that became a reality even when Edmund was home. She would never do it behind his back, of course; she loved him, truly. They would just have to work something out.
She chuckled ruefully at realizing that she'd already accepted that this would become a regular thing as long as Harry wanted it to be. Now she just needed to figure out what she could offer to the man she loved in exchange for him letting her indulge herself so much.