"Remember that you are the Heiress Greengrass now," Daphne said to Astoria. "It's your responsibility to greet every single guest personally. And while you are doing that, Narcissa and I will spend time alone with Harry." Astoria glowered at her older sister, and Harry snorted.
"Oh, stop tormenting your poor needy sister," he jokingly chided Daphne. "We all know I'm going to take care of all three of you." He further cheered Astoria up by wrapping his arms around her from behind. She melted into his embrace like always. "You look stunning in that dress," he said into her ear. "Just like Daphne and Narcissa do. So don't worry. I will definitely be coming to find you and help you ease your stress off the moment you've done what you need to do." He nipped behind her ear, earning an erotic moan from her.
"Promise?" she whispered.
"I promise," he said, ignoring the chuckles from the other two girls. "I'll even make sure that you get your favorite kind of attention while the other two wait their turn and get their own socializing out of the way. You might be the Heiress but Daphne is still a Greengrass too, and it's public knowledge that Narcissa is in a relationship with both of you. They have their own duties to take care of, and while they're doing that I'll take care of you."
"You're the best," Astoria murmured, trembling against him as she imagined what was ahead.
"I think that's a fair enough trade," Daphne said, smiling. "I hated greeting everyone. This way I'll only have to do a portion of what I used to at these things."
"You don't need to tell me," Astoria said, teasing her back. "I feel like I'm far less stressed out about this than I remember you always being before."
"Yes, it is nice to be feeling relaxed at one of these parties for a change," Daphne said.
"If this is you when you're relaxed you must have been a mess when you actually had to handle the greetings," Narcissa said, joining in.
Harry didn't disagree, but he was a bit too busy with the gorgeous Heiress in his arms to add his voice. He nipped and kissed at Astoria's collarbone, causing her to purr and wriggle against him. He reached out to take Daphne by the hand and tug her over for a soft kiss as well, but Narcissa wasn't in reach for him to do so.
"You seem rather tense yourself, Narcissa," he said. "But I'll make sure all three of you have the stress taken out of you by the end of the night. You just have to survive until Astoria can finish her duties and we can disappear without being too obvious."
"We're going to be late if we keep talking like this," Narcissa said, looking away and hiding her blushing face. She'd actually been panting with arousal before she caught herself, and she was trying to hide it from him. She'd failed on that count.
"Lead the way then," he said, deciding not to call her out on it. She rolled her eyes at him in a rather poor attempt to hide her eagerness and latched onto his left side.
"If you think I'm getting soot in my hair when you're able to apparate so easily even with three side-along passengers, you're out of your bloody mind," she said, looking up at him expectantly.
Harry laughed. "I wouldn't dare." He gave her a passionate kiss, and then gave the same to Daphne and Astoria.
"Language, Cissa," Daphne said playfully as she grabbed onto his other side. With Astoria already in his arms and the other two witches now clinging to him, Harry apparated them all to the party.
--
"I'm not sure why you're looking so smug," Daphne said, rolling her eyes playfully at Astoria a little over an hour after they'd arrived. "So what if Harry took you upstairs first? He took me and Narcissa right after."
"But he made you wait," Astoria grinned, just before she pinched Daphne's arse. "Ooh, that's nice," she murmured, sounding as aroused as she always did. Daphne couldn't even react to the pinch or the teasing comment before Astoria turned and engaged some of their guests in conversation. She sounded entirely normal and unaffected, but Daphne could see the smugness in her pleasant smile as she played the part of the Heiress Greengrass.
Daphne smiled fondly and joined Astoria once she'd composed herself. This was the playful and teasing sister that pushed her buttons just like this growing up. Well, not exactly like this; there hadn't been any sort of sexual element to the teasing or to their relationship in general back then. But she'd missed these exchanges with her, and even if the new additions to their bond were unusual, they were wonderful and only made her feel closer to her little sister than she ever had.
Astoria's eyes got wide for a brief moment, and the obvious conclusion was that the little tattoo Harry had given her was working its magic on her. "It seems like Harry noticed you were acting up," Daphne whispered at the first free moment where no one but her sister would hear her.
"I'll never be able to concentrate," Astoria groaned.
"Oh yes you will," Daphne replied, chuckling. "You know better than to act up. You don't want the other part of that tattoo turned on too." Astoria looked panicked, and Daphne smiled widely as she forced her struggling sister into being engaged in the conversation with the latest well-wisher by drawing attention onto her and her new apprenticeship with Ted Tonks. She would have to be at her best now.
Daphne was happy to have her playful sister back in her life, but she wouldn't merely sit back and be the brunt of her playful nature without striking back.
--
Aella smiled politely, adding her input in all the appropriate openings while Lady Tremblay, Lady Davies, Lady MacDougal and Lady Davis gossiped. The latter looked just as bored as Aella felt, but she doubted anyone but her could tell. They had been close friends for years, after all, owing to Tracey Davis being Daphne's best friend.
The gossip paused for a moment and MacDougal giggled like a schoolgirl as Harry walked by their group with Narcissa at his side, their fingers interlaced. The ladies had already observed him taking Astoria away and bringing her back, and now Narcissa was making her return after the same. The group was exactly as interested in the unique four-way relationship her daughters had gotten into as Aella had known they would be.
"I can't begrudge Narcissa her happiness after suffering a marriage to that monster of a husband of hers," Lady MacDougal said. Aella knew it to be nonsense. Every witch in this group other than Jennifer Davis was a horrible bitch with a love for nasty gossip, and Aella could imagine the things they would say about Daphne and Astoria when she wasn't around. Lady Tremblay joined her in giggling, and Aella could see them both ogling Harry.
"Oh please," Lady Davies said. "You're just jealous that Narcissa has managed to bag such an attractive young specimen at her age. Not to mention all the fun she must be having with those two other gorgeous witches." She giggled. "Imagine what they get up to when all four of them are together." She was so caught in her fantasy that she'd forgotten Aella was there, but when she realized her gaffe she did have the good sense to blush. "Apologies, Aella," she said, showing a bit more self-awareness than most of this group would have. "That was uncouth of me."
"Oh, think nothing of it," Aella said, waving it off politely. "I've accepted that I'll have to hear such things on occasion, though I would prefer it if we were able to keep this conversation appropriate like the respectable witches we are." That made the flock giggle harder.
"Personally I think it wouldn't be sensible not to have such thoughts, considering all the rumors about that young man," Lady Tremblay said. "With those looks and that power?" She licked her lips.
Jennifer rolled her eyes at Aella, who smirked for a brief second at the gesture from her friend. No one but Jennifer noticed it, and she smiled and gave a quiet chuckle that she artfully turned into a cough.
"I've heard he's a wonderful shag," Tremblay continued. "Beyond wonderful even. And the rumors suggest that describing him as merely well-endowed would be doing him a disservice, and also that his unique Parseltongue ability has some truly wonderful applications in bed."
Aella frowned, wondering how it was that this witch of all people seemed so well-informed. She didn't need to ponder it for long though because Lady Tremblay continued to brag like the idiot she was.
"Yes, Romilda Vane had plenty to say about a night she shared with Harry quite some time ago," the idiot blabbed. "She admitted to me that she still fantasizes about it before bed each night. She knows that nothing will ever come close to the things he could do to her with his tongue. And she swore her forearm wasn't as thick as—"
Having heard enough, Aella cut her off with a mild stinging hex. Unlike her best friend Lady Davies, Tremblay didn't have enough sense to look embarrassed.
"So have there been any discussions with your daughters or their girlfriend that would be able to back up Romilda Vane's praise?" Lady MacDougal asked Aella after a pause. She waggled her eyebrows as she said it. "You must have talked about it at some point, or at least seen something accidentally."
"My daughters' boyfriend doesn't exactly make a habit of running around naked, so unfortunately I can't offer you anything for your wild fantasies," Aella said, rolling her eyes. "All I can say is that my daughters and Narcissa seem very satisfied in all respects. I haven't considered it beyond that since he is dating my daughters." She glanced off in the direction of her husband and Fleur, and she grinned. "Besides, I've been rather distracted by a few interesting things in my own life."
"Oh yes, you managed to ensnare the eldest Delacour," Jennifer said, jumping in quickly. "Do tell us more about that." She'd stayed out of the discussion about Harry, Narcissa and Aella's daughters, but she actually did seem to want to poke at her on her own interesting sex life. Aella wasn't surprised, but she groaned at the question all the same. To Jennifer as well as to the others it seemed as if this was something she had no desire to discuss.
"Yes, let's hear more about that," Lady MacDougal said, joining in. The others all looked at Aella expectantly. They were eager for gossip but also clearly jealous. Aella knew they all had sexual interest in wizards and witches alike. Most pureblood Ladies who had their marriages arranged for them ended up realizing that they needed to be able to at the very least appreciate the touch of a witch. Most of their husbands cheated on them regularly, were lackluster in bed or both, and some may not touch them at all, so for many of them their fellow witches would be their only hope for legitimate sexual satisfaction. The thought of one of their ilk taking a woman like Fleur Delacour into bed was enough to turn their focus away from Harry Potter and how satisfying a shag he might be.
Aella pretended to be aggrieved by their probing questions, but really this was what she'd been hoping for when she made the comment about her husband and Fleur to begin with. Any further discussion about Harry's cock, her daughters, Narcissa or the sex life they shared was dangerous territory for her. It kept making her mind want to replay the many wonderful shags he'd given her, and she couldn't afford to let any hint of that show around a group of gossiping hens like these. Discussing her incredibly satisfying sex life with her husband and their live-in veela lover who they were perfectly open about was safe.
"You know, Aella, it hasn't gone unnoticed that recently your wardrobe has gotten a bit more…adventurous, shall we say?" Lady Tremblay eventually said once the others had gotten their questions out. Her eyes took a very deliberately obvious look up and down the dress Aella had worn, which was admittedly quite short. It made her arse look flawless and showed off quite a bit of her legs while also displaying a fair amount of cleavage. Aella had chosen this dress to get the attention of those she was sexually involved with, both openly in the case of Edmund and Fleur and discreetly in the case of Harry and his circle.
But the attention from the likes of Lady Tremblay was far less welcome, and the way she'd said it left little doubt that it was meant as anything but a compliment. Aella found that amusing since the dress had managed to earn many compliments even from those outside of her intended audience while still being appropriate and not indecent. She didn't point any of this out though, deciding instead for a response that was subtler she believed would be all the more effective for it.
"You know, I realized that I do still look essentially the same as I did when I was my daughter's age," she said pleasantly. "We're blessed enough to have magical life spans and aging after all, so I haven't even lived a quarter of my expected lifetime. I decided it was far too soon for me to fall behind the times and let my wardrobe fall out of style. I'll save dressing like an old lady for when I actually am one in a hundred years or so."
"Yes, quite right," Lady Tremblay said, as if she hadn't been the one to fire that barb to begin with.
"Yes, very well said." Lady MacDougal nodded sagely as well, which was quite a change considering she'd been curling her nose in distaste before Aella's response. "I've been thinking the same thing." Every one of them knew it was a lie, but there was no benefit or purpose to calling her on it. That didn't stop Jennifer from giving Aella another smirk though, and when the others left after a few more minutes of meaningless chatter she giggled.
"Well handled," she said. "I daresay all these other hags our age will start dressing more like their daughters in the coming weeks."
"And does that include you?" Aella asked, giving her a look and a playful smile.
"Oh, I dare say so," Jennifer said. "Tracey has already been on my case about my wardrobe for nearly a decade now. You know how she's always been so concerned with trying to keep me 'up to date.' My issue will be keeping her from trying to send me out into the streets in nothing but lingerie."
"I missed the beginning of this conversation," Jennifer's husband Richard said, cutting into the conversation, "but I will say this. I would never discourage the idea of my sexy wife parading about in lingerie, but I would keep her far too busy to make it onto the streets outside of our home." He smiled at his wife's blush and gave Aella a polite kiss on the cheek.
Edmund and Fleur soon joined them, and thus began a conversation far more enjoyable than the one Aella had just endured. She could feel a bit of the stress that had been fraying her nerves start to ease up now that the gossiping shrews were gone. She knew there would be still more stress to come before the night was through, and she did her best to mentally steady herself before she had to deal with it.
--
Try as she might to keep steady, Aella felt the accumulation of all of the things that had caused her concern catching up to her and becoming too much for her to deal with. Around an hour after her chat with her husband, Fleur and the Davises it was a struggle to maintain her occlumency, and with it her poise, as she endured poking and prodding from a fresh group of pureblood 'ladies.'
They were searching for some juicy tidbit of gossip that they hadn't heard yet, or hoping that she would slip up, reveal more than she should and become the source of the gossip herself. They would of course prefer the latter, and that made it all the more troublesome that she was struggling to keep her concentration. She couldn't stop worrying about how Astoria would hold up even though her logical side could quite clearly see Astoria elsewhere in the party and handling the scrutiny exceptionally well. The same could be said of Narcissa in her first appearance at an event of this size since becoming the Lady Black, not to mention the public announcement of her involvement in the relationship with Harry, Daphne and Astoria.
Aella barely looked over at Daphne, but it wasn't out of any lack of love. It was just that she'd had plenty of experience and there was little to goad her with at the present time, so there was nothing to worry about with her. She would deal with more intense scrutiny when she became Lady Potter, which would be a prime target for such gossiping hens, but Aella was confident her eldest would handle that fine as well.
"If you'll excuse me, I must go and refresh myself," Aella said to the gossiping ladies as soon as there was enough of an opening in the conversation for it to not be considered rude. She could only permit herself two restroom breaks all evening, with a third perhaps being possible provided she could get someone else to ask her to accompany them. Any more than that and these snoops would notice her needing so much time and space, and that would only make them look at her more closely. If there was one thing witches such as these were good at aside from spending massive amounts of gold on frivolous things, it was metaphorically smelling blood in the water and attacking.
She didn't actually need to use the restroom right now though, and after making her graceful departure she made to retreat into her bedroom instead. Just as she stepped inside a large, firm hand clasped her mouth. She shouted in fright but no sound came out with how tightly the hand pressed down, and she struggled wildly against her intruder when she heard the door close and saw the locking and silencing spells placed over it.
Aella was so panicked that she failed to notice those spells had been done wandlessly, and she continued her frantic fight for several more seconds, doing all she could to slip out of his grasp or at least get her hand on her wand. Her need to struggle wasn't helped any when she was roughly slammed against the wall, but it was then that she felt the muscular, powerful body press into hers from behind. She heard his husky chuckle and felt his lips nip at her neck, and most importantly was the massive cock pressing against her arse. As soon as Aella felt that she knew the identity of her 'intruder', and she knew that he was actually quite welcome to do as he pleased.
"You're a surprisingly feisty slut tonight," he taunted her. "You're as obsessive over needing every detail to be just perfect as Daphne is. It's a far cry from how I usually get to see you act, when you're submissive like Astoria. It's an interesting mix, isn't it? Clear as day where they got those traits from, hmm?" He stripped her while he spoke, and while she was pinned against the wall by his body and he had her in something of a chokehold, she had the opportunity to speak now.
"I don't have time for these games right now," she got out, though just barely since she could feel herself getting lightheaded from her very limited oxygen.
"Feisty and mouthy," he chuckled. "Just like I said: like mother, like daughters. Both of your daughters can certainly cut someone down to size using only their words with impressive speed."
Aella let out an aggressive growl. She knew that she wanted him to keep playing his games, and she knew that he knew it too. But she wildly fought against his grasp nevertheless, struggling as if she despised him and wanted nothing more than to escape. The stress and the emotional build-up were warring against the side of her that was immensely aroused, though that arousal probably also fueled the struggle since her fighting made this particular moment a bit spicier and more exciting.
Her struggles amounted to nothing and earned her only a mocking laugh from him, the sound reminding her just how thoroughly he was dominating her body with only one arm while she fought with almost all of her strength from her entire body. That just built up her frustration even higher.
"You didn't even fuck me the last time," she managed to somehow snap at him with his arm around her throat. "You just let me touch myself for your amusement! So if you're going to waste my time, I hope you at least plan on behaving like a real man right now and shagging me properly this time!"
They both knew that she had enjoyed that time touching herself greatly, and that while she did so he and the others had done everything to her except touch her there. They'd kissed, bit and sucked on her neck, her nipples and every other part of her each time she was told to touch herself. And of course she thought him to be more than just a real man and he knew that, but her words would still have consequences.
His laughter sounded even higher and more mocking to her ears than usual even though there was no appreciable difference. Either way, it ensured that the build-up of so many things that had been weighing on her had truly won out. The stress of her upcoming vacation was one factor. She and her husband were going to have a private meeting with the Delacours to discuss their relationship with Fleur, and neither of them had been able to get the slightest indication on how the elder Delacours felt about it. That was worrying to her since they really were genuinely close friends, and Apolline was even a long-time lover.
Added on top of that was the stress of knowing she would be away from her daughters, Narcissa and Harry. She'd become addicted to that and worried that she might not be able to last a week with those particular needs not being met, no matter how excited she truly was to spend more time with her husband and Fleur in such a romantic fashion. Being with them would be amazing, but it was simply different from what she got up to with Harry and his group of witches and she worried about how she would cope without the latter.
There was also the stress she got from watching that pensieve memory the other day, which had struck her for numerous reasons. Among them was how even though she had been standing beside a Narcissa who was very much alive and unharmed, she'd been terribly shaken watching what would have been certain death if not for Harry. Not even a whole team of aurors would have been enough to prevent it; only the powerful man who was pressing his power on Aella even now.
Of course she had been beyond aroused watching him in action for the first time as well. All of the witches present to view that memory had felt it too, even Fleur, though the veela perhaps hadn't felt it to quite the same extent as the others since she wasn't with him and hadn't been exposed to the sexual side of him like all the others had. His power was the aphrodisiac of all aphrodisiacs for all of them, and it had been on display like never before in that memory. No one Aella had ever seen could have matched that aside from Dumbledore at his peak or Voldemort at the heights of his insanity. And most intriguing of all, it was obvious that Harry was keeping his power restrained. There was every indication that there was so much more he could have released had he needed to.
That pensieve memory also reminded her of the reality that Draco Malfoy was still a very real and dangerous issue for her family to deal with, which was something she'd more or less ignored once Astoria had gotten away from him and came back to her and her family. Plus it had indicated to her that Harry's concern over Malfoy, which had definitely been higher than anyone else's (including Edmund, who had felt more vengeful towards Malfoy than concerned over what he might do prior to viewing that memory), wasn't misplaced after all. That was terrifying, and it of course added to her stress.
Other things that didn't carry the same imminent threat still caused her stress nevertheless too, from Astoria's first birthday since coming back to her family to the announcement of the relationship her daughters shared with Narcissa, Harry and each other. There was Christmas upcoming, and the ever looming worry that this would all fall apart and she would lose her youngest daughter from her life all over again. She would probably even lose Daphne too this time if this new thing between them really did fall apart, since all of them were in it together. This worry had thankfully almost entirely faded from her mind now and wasn't something she truly feared would happen, but there was still a tiny part of her that couldn't help but fret over it.
The stress from throwing this annual ball was always immense, but it was even higher this year with this being the first major public event with not only her and Edmund's relationship with Fleur but also the unique four-way relationship her daughters were involved in out in the open.
Lastly, but no less importantly, Astoria was now the Heiress Greengrass. Aella was desperate for it to go perfectly so assuming that role here in public tonight would be as smooth as possible for her youngest who had already been through so much. And things were going perfectly there thanks in no small part to Harry having snuck off with all three of his girlfriends periodically throughout the evening.
Each one had looked de-stressed and carefree upon their respective returns, to the point where Narcissa had even let her usual public mask slip a bit. Normally she would have avoided that for fear of showing weakness, but Aella could tell that her open, unfeigned happiness and contentment had only done Narcissa favors.
Daphne hadn't needed as much stress relief with how relatively easy her night had been, but Aella's eldest had always been a bit more high strung than most so it was just as well that Harry had taken care of her. Astoria was the one who had benefited the most from it though. Harry's attention, touch and love had clearly worked a treat yet again on her youngest. After that Astoria had looked confident whether on her own or with one, two of all three of her better…halves, or quarters, Aella supposed. She had kept up with the best of the politically inclined schemers so far tonight, and got the better of anyone less talented. It was a very impressive showing from her, and she knew Edmund felt the same way. He'd watched her with pride throughout the night as she handled everything with aplomb.
Still, Aella's worries over that and thus the stress it brought her wouldn't fully let up until the night was finished and all of their guests were gone, so she'd resolved herself to the idea that she was going to spend the entire night feeling as high strung as Daphne. And of course she had also felt incredibly desperate to get fucked by Harry again. It was more desperation than any witch should reasonably feel to get fucked by anyone, let anyone by a man who wasn't actually their husband.
She even craved him more than she did her actual husband at the present moment. In fact it wasn't even close right at this moment, much to her shame. She needed Harry's cock inside of her to the point that she was so desperate while dreaming about it that it actually woke her up the night before. And as much as she knew that her desperation being this high was only because he hadn't fucked in her a couple of weeks, it was stressful to her that she could even feel this desperate for it and for him. It was a mild stress though, and it was considerably outweighed by the arousal and the excitement that she felt from the game they were currently playing.
When you took all of these jumbled stressors and added them together when she came into this room, his actions and his mocking laughter as if her struggle was a joke caused it all to boil over in spectacular fashion. Acting rationally and remembering her responsibilities was out the window, and the chance of her just giving in submissively like she usually did had been stripped away. She flailed and fought hard to try and get free of him again, and the struggle was genuine even if the last thing she wanted was to get away. There was no chance of her escaping him of course, but even if she somehow did slip free she had no clue what she would do. The one thing that was certain was that she wouldn't leave the room.
"Your daughters were definitely right," he said, chuckling. "You need this even worse than I imagined. You're even more uptight than Daphne was on Astoria's birthday, which I didn't think was possible. I'm glad they insisted that I give you this part of your early present tonight. I was planning to do it tomorrow before you leave, but you need this badly."
She was still flailing somewhat but that didn't stop him from taking her over to the bed and pinning her down to it by the throat. She stared up at him with wide eyes, clawing at his forearm ineffectually as he held her down. It was an easy, casual reminder that he could toss her around like a Ragdoll and own her like no one else. He did it only because she wanted it and because her husband approved of it, but when given that approval Harry could do things to her that no one else could. It left her incredibly wet and ready for what came next.
"Stop fighting," he said to her. "We have enough time for this before you have to get back to your party. And even if we didn't I would just insist that we make time for it. You need this. It's more important that you're not in this state than it is that you're gone long enough for some people to notice. Otherwise all this tension might cause you to have an outburst out there and react like this in front of everyone when someone accidentally says or does something to set you off. That'd be far worse for you than going missing for a little while in the middle of your party, don't you think?"
Aella couldn't argue with that, and she couldn't argue with anything when he flipped her over. She was confused because she assumed he was about to fuck her and yet that didn't seem to match up with what he was saying. Foolishly she almost moved to stop him yet again, showing she still wasn't thinking clearly, but thankfully she was a bit too slow to act because of her conflicting thoughts and feelings. She doubted she would have stopped or that she could have stopped him even if she'd been faster to act, but it was good that this wasn't put to the test.
Harry started to gently suck her nipple, and it felt like a bolt of lightning that brought full clarity back to her. He moved over to suck on the other nipple as well before giving them both playful bites, forcing an almost frustrated moan out of her. He trailed kisses down her body, moving past her navel while his hands gently pulled her legs apart. She gasped and let out erotic moans that surely revealed the depths of her desperation to him. She was probably more desperate for what seemed to be on the horizon than she had been for anything in her life aside from Astoria's return.
"Really?" she stuttered, barely able to believe it. Harry chuckled.
"Such a quick change in your mood as soon as you thought you might get this," he said lightly.
"I know it is," she admitted. But the fact that would actually get this from him at last, something that she knew would be amazing and for some reason made her feel like she had to be special in his eyes in order to receive it, couldn't be ignored. It made every bit of fight or frustration she felt for him evaporate, and she reverted back into a submissive little slut in a flash. He laughed as he watched the change come over her and the fight leave her, and then he nodded.
"Oh Merlin, Harry!" she gasped out. There was a level of excitement in her voice that she might not have given off in many years. If she'd thought he was going to let that charade of resistance and fighting continue and that he would allow her to be anything but completely submissive to him while he gave her this gift, he proved her wrong with a single look. It was the one that reminded her of his training and made her feel like she was his property, and made her want to be his property at least for the next few minutes. It also made her even wetter to the point that he chuckled a bit after noticing. She shivered intensely, feeling it start at her toes and run all the way up her body to her scalp.
"Please sir," she moaned. "Please, oh Merlin, please sir." It all came out in a rush, and he gave another chuckle and kissed her thigh in response. She whined, feeling frustrated and desperate at anything that wasn't him getting started. He gave her a second kiss on the thigh before he looked up at her again, giving her that damned smirk.
"Who owns this cunt, little slut?" he asked her. It was a terrifying question for him to ask and yet one she was beyond ready to answer, because no matter how terrifying the question was it was also such a fucking arousing one. And besides, she'd been ready to howl the answer for ages now anyway. She was ready to say aloud what they already both knew to be the truth.
"You do!" she said in what was very close to a scream. "You do; it's your cunt! You own it; you own me!" He chuckled again.
"You're going to be a good girl for me tonight, aren't you?" he asked her.
"Yes sir!" she said quickly.
"More importantly, you're going to be a good girl on your vacation, right?" he continued. "You won't be late and you won't frustrate your husband and Fleur, will you?"
"Your slut will be a good girl, sir!" Aella promised with a moan, writhing on the bed and desperate with need. She meant the words, but at that moment she probably would have said just about anything that might convince him to give her this present he'd promised.
"This is another thing you have in common with your daughters, my beautiful slut," he told her. "Now sing for me while I take your stress away. We have about ten minutes, and I want to hear as many crescendos as possible before we're done." He paused for a second as if thinking about something, and then he chuckled again. "My hair is rather strong, so I can take whatever your hands can do to it while I treat you. I probably even deserve it after tormenting you so much when you first came in here."
He slid two fingers inside of her and began to gently lick her pussy, and she put that statement to the test. Even if his hair really was as strong as he said it was, she wondered if he would have any left once she started yanking on it as hard as she physically could. She tried to pull him closer, wanting him even closer than was physically possible.
That wasn't the true main event though, and when it arrived she couldn't think about the state of his hair or anything else. She'd seen and heard what that hissing of his could do to her daughters and to Narcissa. It had made them scream in ways she didn't know a human could scream, and she'd always been fascinated by it. Now she felt it herself and understood why they sounded like that every time even when they knew it was coming. It was possible that she even screamed more wildly than they usually did, because even though she'd seen it and heard it she was not at all prepared for feeling it for herself. That hissing made his tongue move against her like no tongue ever had or ever could, and it was indescribable.
Her first orgasm was the largest she'd ever had, and it wasn't even close. It was as if all of her stress that had built up was being released along with the pleasure. It all came inside of a minute after the hissing had started. Any other time this would have felt humiliatingly fast to her but not this time. She couldn't imagine anyone lasting any longer than she just had considering the state she was in before experiencing this for the first time.
She drenched Harry's face, his hair and the bed beneath them as she came, and this time she truly did let loose with a scream that would have reached her guests downstairs if he hadn't put up that silencing charm after closing the door. Her body arched up off of the bed and her limbs swung around uncontrollably, but none of it stopped Harry. He didn't give her a moment's rest and kept licking, kept hissing even after she slumped down like a puppet whose strings had been cut. He never looked away from her, and it was his excitement and the genuine desire to pleasure her that got her so close again as much as it was that tongue licking and vibrating away at her incredibly sensitive clit in ways that would never be matched, aside from maybe by him.
Her husband was beyond talented at this by any wizard's standards and even more when you considered that he was a pureblood lord, most of whom would consider using their mouths like this to be beneath them. Even the more adventurous wizards who wouldn't frown on such a thing or consider it demeaning or submissive weren't as good as him, and that was something every lover they'd taken into their bed over the years had confirmed to them both over and over again. Any woman who had felt Edmund's mouth on them had been incredibly jealous of her for having access to that mouth all the time, and she knew how lucky she was to have a husband so talented and so eager to please her.
But the stark reality of things was that Harry was simply better at it, and by a large distance at that. She couldn't deny it. It wasn't a slight on Edmund and his considerable skill as much as it was an acknowledgement of Harry's skill and that wonderful tongue. And that was before he made that tongue vibrate faster than even the most powerful toy could match. It was honestly cheating when he did that, not that he or any of the women who felt it would ever give a fuck about the unfairness of comparing anyone else's skill to his when he had a weapon like this at his disposal.
The second orgasm didn't take much longer to arrive than the first one had, and he had to pin her down with a hand on her abdomen while she thrashed and screamed herself hoarse inside of the ten minutes he'd allotted. She'd thought that might be the end of it but he concentrated on wringing yet another orgasm out of her. She knew he would succeed in it, and within those ten minutes too. How could he not when he had that tongue?
Her body moved as if possessed, and he succeeded in bringing a third orgasm out of her after two or three more minutes of a pleasure so intense that she felt her consciousness fading. There was a break as he stopped to check the time and also catch his breath, and she managed to pant and breathe again now that the ever-present pleasure was no longer there to fog her brain.
"Sensitive," she muttered. "So sensitive." She squealed from the mere breeze of his breath brushing over her clit while he recovered, so sensitive had he made her in such a short time.
"About three minutes left," he informed her. She tried to pull back so she could kiss him, wanting to show him something in return even if it paled in comparison to what he was doing for her. "Not yet," he said with a laugh, holding her back.
"Please," she whined. She wanted to appreciate him so much for making it feel as if every bit of the stress that had been weighing her down had never existed. He gave in, allowing her to drag him up so she could kiss him. The kiss was frantic and full of passion, not to mention a few emotions that she shouldn't have felt for anyone other than her husband but could no longer deny that she felt for this man as well as Edmund. Even if she hadn't voiced them out loud or expressed them openly she had a feeling everyone who would be in a position to know, Edmund included, already knew about those feelings and had for some time now. She was truly a lucky woman to have two such amazing men in her life.
He pulled away from the kiss and gave her a grin before moving back down between her thighs, and Aella whimpered as the pleasure came rushing back.
"You're a god!" she screamed, and it didn't feel blasphemous to her. She was almost completely serious as she said it. There was a vibration against her as he laughed, but then he got back to work and focused on making her cum for a fourth time. It was far and away a record number for her in a ten minute span. It was probably her record in a twenty hour period too, and whatever the previous record was had probably been set with two people working her over after some lengthy foreplay to build the anticipation. Harry was a solo act though, at least right now, and what he was doing was all the more impressive for it.
He placed soothing kisses on her inner thighs until she'd managed to stop flailing and twitching and had melted into the bed instead. At that point he came up the bed and resumed kissing her, and she whined into the kiss.
"You're so hard," she gasped. "It's like nothing I've ever felt. Let me take care of you, please! Oh Merlin, let me at least suck that perfect hard cock like a good girl, sir!"
"You really are so much like your daughter," he said, smirking. She blushed, and that only amused him more. "We don't have time for that, unfortunately." He tapped her cheek with his finger. "But I'll make use of you before you leave on your vacation as long as you're a good girl for the rest of the night."
She whined, and in a flash he was on the edge of the bed and she was bent over one of his knees. Ten swats to the arse were delivered swiftly, but despite their speed they were definitely as hard as he could give to her with solely his hand since they had her somewhat close to tears by the time they had stopped. He laughed in that dark, husky tone that always made her shiver with arousal and filled her with the knowledge that she was an owned woman.
"From now on I expect you to refer to me as sir any time we're only around people who know who your owners are," he said firmly, reinforcing that feeling of ownership. "At all times. No exceptions." He gave her arse another five hard smacks. "Understood?"
Aella nodded but realized that wasn't enough, for him or for her. "Yes, sir!" she squealed. "This silly slut understands!" There were a few tears dripping down her cheeks from the spanking now as he pulled her up and held her with her back against his chest. A hand went to her throat while the other toyed with her body.
"I'm one of the two men in this world who completely own you," he told her. "You just confirmed it for us even though we've both known it for quite some time now. And now that I've taken care of all of that unnecessary stress and gotten rid of your concerns by reminding you that you're not in control of everything in that special way you slutty Greengrass witches seem to enjoy the most, you're going to go do what you're supposed to do." Aella hung on his every word.
"You're going to go back downstairs, you're going to be the impressive and capable witch that you are alongside your husband, your daughters, Narcissa and Fleur," he continued. "You know full well they're all very capable in their own right and don't need to be protected at all times, nor do they benefit from it. You're going to remember that and start behaving as such, and if you can do that, you'll get your reward tomorrow. But only if you can show me that you've enjoyed the fruits of all of the hard work you put in to make sure that this was such an amazing evening for everyone."
She gasped and nodded, aroused by his fingers that were playing her clit as well as by how tenderly he was treating her. Taking that as her acknowledgement he let her up and gave her a slap on the arse, though this one was playful rather than the forceful spanks she'd just gotten.
"Take some time to fix yourself up," he said. "I'll cover for the few extra minutes you've been gone easily enough to buy you a few more. But if you aren't down in a few minutes I'll drag you down there by the hair completely naked and thrash your arse in front of everyone as punishment for your tardiness. If you think I won't do it you're free to try and test me."
Aella wondered if crawling into the closet and hiding away was an option, and she rubbed her legs together at the thought of him making good on his threat. He smirked and shook his head.
"Merlin, witch, some of the things you want the most are really depraved, aren't they?" he said. "Very well. Kneel and put your forehead on the ground."
Aella did so automatically, and then gasped when she felt the cleaning and lubrication charm hit her arse moments before he roughly shoved two fingers into her bum. His other hand slapped her arse and forced a squeal out of her.
"Go on, whore," he said. "Hump back against me so you finger your own arse. You have two minutes to cum, though I'll cut it short if I think you're going to start bruising." He started smacking her bum at a very leisurely pace. There was nothing at all leisurely about how she frantically moaned and humped back against him, guaranteeing a vigorous anal fingering for herself. She felt absolutely humiliated by what she was doing, and as usual that meant that she got close to an orgasm that much faster.
"I want to cum, please!" she begged.
"That was rather quick," he taunted her.
"No one makes me cum as fast as you do, sir!" she moaned back.
"Then rub your clit and enjoy yourself," he said. "You've been a good whore."
"Thank you, sir!" she said, excitement coursing through her. She realized, once her fingers touched her clit and started rubbing rapidly, just how hard he was smacking her arse now as well as how quickly it worked. Even though she inevitably sobbed from the intensity of it, her orgasm took over thanks to the agonizing burn of her arse and the wonderful feelings inside of her.
Harry laughed to himself as he cleaned up the mess she made on the ground as well as everywhere else. "Later on I'll be taking you aside briefly to make sure that you have left your arse just like it is," he told her. "I would suggest avoiding sitting down for the rest of the night if at all possible, and you might want to tell your husband and Fleur about your tender bum before they take any liberties."
She looked in the mirror once he'd left and the door clicked shut behind him, and she whined out loud when she saw the state of her arse. Her bum was blisteringly red, and she knew that even just the soft material of her dress touching it was going to give her quite the stinging sensation. He was right; she really would need to be very careful for the rest of the night.
It was worth it though. Even with the sting she had never felt so relaxed or so damn horny during any event she'd been responsible for. She was really looking forward to the rest of the party as well as what came after it, especially the part that would involve Harry finally stuffing her full until she screamed and pleased desperately for more. Or maybe she would pass out from getting too many brutal fucks and too many incredible orgasms. Either way it would finally arrive for certain before she went on her trip, either tonight or tomorrow. She couldn't wait.
--
"Your ex-husband looks jealous," Aella said with a small laugh as she danced with Fleur. She was proud of herself for being able to function so effectively not long after Harry had done his thing and left his mark, but they were really only about halfway through the evening so she still had more work to do.
"But is he jealous of you, or of me?" Fleur asked, grinning at her. Aella rolled her eyes even as she grinned, and then she decided to have some fun with it. She leaned in and kissed her—what was Fleur to her? Her lover, her girlfriend? Whatever title they wanted to use, they should settle on one soon. Regardless, she kissed Fleur passionately right then and there.
She was pretty sure she heard a gasp, but after they'd pulled apart and she'd managed to drag her eyes off of Fleur she realized that the eyes that had been on them were quickly shifting over to where the gasp originated from. It had come from somewhere near the open doors leading outside, which had seen very few guests tonight even though she'd prepared it for such. That was owing to the blizzard that was due to arrive midway through the evening at the latest; most of their guests probably thought her a bit barmy for even having bothered to set it up.
Someone was out there though, and Aella and Fleur's eyes followed the rest in looking out. Her eyes widened when she saw what had happened, and Fleur chuckled.
"Harry is turning into a bit of a showoff, isn't he?" Fleur said. "Or how would you English put it? He's being a prat, yes?"
Aella had expected Harry to erect a temporary ward that would have the snow gather on top of it, creating a snow-covered dome. She'd even marked out the size she was hoping for, and she'd thought she might have been asking for a bit too much when she did so. But knowing him as she did maybe she should have expected that this wouldn't be good enough for him. It now made far more sense to her why Ted Tonks had taught Astoria how to add additional lodestones to the area deep below the manor where their sliver of a leyline ran. That had been one day before Harry popped over to put up the supposedly temporary ward.
What she couldn't make sense of was how he had managed to cast this ward alone. Casting something permanent like this that covered the entire grounds was a job that would usually require a whole team, and the lodestone he connected it to would need to have slowly filled from the leyline first. That process could take months with so many empty ones having been installed and needing to be filled.
That leyline was what made the manor's wards strong enough that the Greengrass family had always been able to remain neutral between light and dark without worry. It was an incredibly rare and beneficial boon, powering their wards through constantly refilled lodestones beyond what even a wizard like Voldemort could have broken down without first needing to magically hammer away at it for days straight.
She was insanely curious as to how he had done it because he'd spent only a few minutes putting these wards up and looked fairly unaffected by his effort when he came in after he was done. He'd certainly had more than enough energy left to taunt her while she thanked him by sucking his cock in the middle of the sitting room while her husband worked upstairs in his office (likely fully aware of and amused by what was going on; she wondered if he might pull a similar trick with her and Fleur during their vacation.)
Regardless of how he'd done it though, the result was breathtaking. The many acres of their property formed a massive dome that was quickly getting covered with snow, and the lights from down here below that dome reflected off of it to create a truly beautiful effect. Immediately their guests turned to Aella, bombarding her with questions of how it had been achieved and who had done it. She'd expected some interest when she came up with her original idea, but the fascination was much greater than she'd anticipated thanks to Harry outdoing himself. This particular ward had died out way back when she was just a little girl, and it was only thanks to her daughters and Narcissa that she'd even learned that Harry had discovered the Black Family's version of it. It was by his good graces that he'd cast such a treasured family spell on her home essentially for free, since the price of a blowjob was something he could have demanded and received readily for nothing in return.
"I'm pleased that you like it," she said coyly to the questioners, composing herself and playing it off as if this was exactly what she'd intended. "It was important for our family to celebrate this year, given that we have so much to celebrate, so we made sure to do it as impressively and with as much splendor as we could. The weather cooperated beautifully; as I'm sure you'll agree."
"But the power needed from those wards to handle the amount of snow we're getting will almost be as much as the Hogwarts wards take in an entire day," a voice near the back asked. The woman sounded worried about the snow crashing down onto them, which wasn't unreasonable. That was one of the failures that had led to the loss of popularity that saw this particularly ward slowly disappear into the pages of history, after all.
"There's no need to worry," she said, chuckling. "Ted Tonks assisted Astoria with the lodestones powering it, so I'm confident that it would hold even if this weather would triple in its intensity."
"Does that mean that Astoria and Ted Tonks were part of the team that cast it?" Lady Tremblay asked. Aella wasn't sure how to answer that, as she didn't know if Harry wanted to have the attention from this. Ted Tonks himself interjected with a laugh before she could decide how to maneuver around the question.
"Unfortunately not," he said pleasantly. "We actually had no idea what the lodestones we were installing would power, and in fact I have no idea how they even got filled in such a short time. But as far as safety is concerned, I can confirm that they are all as full and as powerful as our host Lady Greengrass has suggested. There is no reason for concern."
"What team cast it then?" one of the young lords present asked. "If they have this sort of talent and knowledge I would love to employ them for something extensive."
"It wasn't a team," Ted said with a good-natured chuckle. "But I fear that if any of you approach the caster and ruin his evening with questions or requests, having him simply never consider your requests would be the best outcome for you. If you're unlucky he may curse you instead, and probably get away with it too." His eyes flicked towards Harry, and Aella smiled widely at seeing him giving Daphne a loving kiss. She was tucked against his side and he had one arm around her, pulling her as close as he could while Narcissa mirrored her position on his other side. And then there was Astoria, leaning back against his chest while Daphne and Narcissa each had an arm around her. She tilted her head back to look back up at him and beamed so brightly at him when he leaned down to kiss her that it was clear to Aella from here.
Edmund's arms wrapped around both her and Fleur, pulling the three of them into an embrace of their own. "Perhaps everyone can just enjoy the wonderful display for the evening," he said. "If any of you think that what Lord Potter-Black will do if you ruin the moment isn't enough on its own to scare you into leaving him alone, perhaps consider what Narcissa Black and my daughters will do. I can assure you that they are far more terrifying than even the wrath of Lord Potter-Black could ever be. They do take after their mother, after all. Or in Lady Black's case, she really does live up to the fearsome reputation that title carries with it once she's been angered enough to disrupt her usually pleasant mood."
--
Hermione laughed as all three of Harry's lovers looked at her, hoping she could provide them with an answer. "As I told all of you when you came to me individually about this, I have almost always been at just as much of a loss as you are right now. There were a couple of years where I knew of something specific he could use or would appreciate, but most of the time he's all but impossible to shop for."
"You're being no help at all," Astoria grumbled.
"I did tell you that nothing would've changed since the last time we asked," Narcissa said, amused. Daphne just sighed.
"Have you considered just taking Harry at his word when he says it doesn't matter what you get him?" Hermione said, smiling gently. "He's a very direct person most of the time."
"We know he's being truthful," Daphne muttered. "That doesn't change anything." Hermione nodded in understanding.
"Perhaps you could have another witch join you in bed," Hermione said sarcastically. "He doesn't seem to be able to get enough of that." Daphne laughed, as surprised as she was amused.
"I never thought I'd see the day that Hermione Granger would make a joke about that kind of thing," Astoria said.
"It's not a bad idea," Narcissa said, smirking mischievously. "Though it wouldn't exactly be a new experience for him, unfortunately." Hermione's eyes widened for a moment before she shook her head.
"Of course," she said. "Why would I even be surprised?" She sighed. "Well, it seems you're a bit short on options here then."
"Yes, so it seems," Astoria said with a frown.
"Even if that idea hadn't already been something we've explored, we're sort of looking for something that we can wrap and put under the tree, and that he can unwrap while my parents watch," Daphne said. She neglected to mention that her mother had already seen everything Harry had to offer, as that was something no one outside of their group needed to know right now.
"Harry will really be ecstatic with that broom you got him," Hermione assured them. "They haven't started accepting preorders for it yet, and even Ginny as a professional quidditch player only just got to start practicing on it, what, a week or so ago? Being a bit cheesy and sentimental might be the way to go. He tends to appreciate that sort of thing."
"That's a good point," Narcissa hummed. The conversation was cut off there out of necessity since Harry made his way over towards their group.
"As your best friend I need to inform you that there happen to be three witches you haven't danced with nearly enough tonight," Hermione told him as soon as he arrived. "Unless you want to spend the night on the couch, of course. No matter how beautiful your little ward has made things, no girlfriend is going to let you skive off of dancing at a party like this."
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go find Pansy or save a house elf?" he said. "Better yet, go do both." Nevertheless he allowed Narcissa to take him by the arm and lead him onto the dance floor.
As Daphne had unfortunately expected, not even Hermione could come up with anything they could get Harry as a gift. She really was going to have to make the idea she'd come up with work regardless of how impossible it might seem to pull it off in such a short time period, or possibly at all. She still hadn't confirmed it was entirely possible and was operating on multiple hunches, but it was a matter of pride at this point for her to make it work, especially after tonight. Harry had done the seemingly impossible for her and everyone else so many times. Daphne had to be able to do the same for him this once.
--
While Daphne was renewing her determination about her plan, her parents stood side by side. Fleur had stepped away briefly, and Aella chose that moment to look her husband in the eyes.
"We have a big problem now," she said, keeping her face and voice serious so he would know this wasn't a joke. He frowned in confusion and waited for her to continue. "Harry is going to make good on helping with our present for Fleur, because of course he will. He'll probably have some other wonderful, thoughtful presents for all of us on top of that amazing display of magic tonight. We already had no clue what to get him to express how much we owe him for making our family whole again, no matter what he says about nothing being owed there. How in the bloody hell are we even going to come close now?!"
Edmund chuckled, not seeming to take this as seriously as she did. "Yes, that's quite the dilemma," he said. "I spoke to him a few minutes ago and he gave his usual spiel about us being his family now. That's true enough of course, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating, for us or for anyone else based on how much our daughters and Narcissa have been grumbling." Aella snorted her agreement. "It really is going to be quite a challenge for us, I agree. But I have a feeling Daphne has figured something out for herself, Astoria and Narcissa, so at the very least we shouldn't need to worry about our daughters panicking while we're out of the country."
Aella nodded. "Yes, I got that feeling too." She groaned and hung her head. "That just makes it worse for us. We can't not figure something out for ourselves now. And we won't even be here while we're trying to figure it out!"
--
"You couldn't have danced without me for a bit?" Harry groaned, sitting down after they'd finally made it home. His witches laughed at him as they too sat down. Astoria wasted no time in stripping down to just her heels. She wasn't required to strip the moment she got home these days as she'd been before now that she was doing Heiress Greengrass business with her father and also had her apprenticeship with Ted Tonks. That didn't stop her from stripping immediately if she was going to be home for any length of time, usually so she could get the attention of whoever was home so they could have some fun.
"How are you doing?" Daphne asked while Narcissa laughed.
"I've been fucking dripping for hours now," Astoria whined. "I had to keep casting cleaning charms on myself to make sure it didn't run down my legs or drip onto the floor. At the end I had to be so careful not to even think about anything mildly arousing. I couldn't even brush my legs together; otherwise I would've ended up cumming right there in the middle of the party!" The other two witches laughed hard, and she frowned. "It wasn't funny! I almost really did cum when mum came down the stairs with that look on her face, and I started thinking about how it must have gone."
"And this is why I always warn you to put on underwear," Harry teased above the laughter from the other two.
"Absolutely not!" she insisted. "They wouldn't have done anything after the first half hour anyway." She looked at him pleadingly, and he laughed.
"No point pretending we're not going to give you what you want, is there?" he said. "You were such a good girl tonight. You didn't complain once, and no one noticed a thing. A few times I even forgot you had that charm on you."
"Oh thank you," Astoria gasped as he pulled her towards him. "Fuck, I need you all so bad!"
"Some of us are still trying to have a conversation though, so don't get too wild until they're ready to join in," he told her. She just moaned loudly and sank down onto him.
"Why do they need to fucking bother with talking now?" she asked. "They did that shite all fucking night. I'm tired of talking." They chuckled at her frustration. "Please just fuck me silly! I'll do anything you need!" Her hips began to roll aggressively, and she twisted her head around and bit his neck to muffle a moan that bordered on a scream when his hands found her nipples and tugged on her piercings.
"You know what, Stori?" Daphne said. "You're right. Why indeed? Who needs to talk when we have such a gorgeous witch moaning and writhing around for us?"
"Try to be a good girl and not cum just yet," Harry said, grinning at Astoria when he could tell she was on the brink. Any trace of her aggressive demeanor left instantly and she was back to being as submissive as possible like usual. She looked on the verge of bursting into full-blown tears at the command to hold herself back, but she nodded her head.
"Yes sir," she sobbed quietly. She did shed a few tears as she fought as hard as she could to keep herself right at the edge without stepping over. There was nothing unnatural about her actions though, proving that there was no magic holding her back. This was all her, determined to obey before her vow could even need to enforce any command. Harry saw Daphne and Narcissa glance at him, knowing they could see it too. Astoria couldn't notice it with how distracted she was but they reached a silent decision to torment her a bit more.
Astoria sobbed even harder as Narcissa snuggled against her and Harry from one side and Daphne took the other. Now her task was about as impossible as any she'd faced. Narcissa kissed her while Daphne and Harry kissed, and then they swapped. Astoria eventually started babbling about how she couldn't be good much longer and she was sorry. Now her actions were getting unnatural and her vow had to force her to fight a bit longer than she would've been able to without it. This, of course, was the little push beyond her own limits that she was so addicted to, and that was why she insisted on keeping the vow in place even though it was no longer of any practical use.
Daphne pulled back as Astoria's body started to spasm, the orgasm and her intense battle pulling her in two different directions. Astoria burst into frantic sobs of frustration at having lost the battle before she had been given permission.
"Scream, Stori," Daphne said. "Scream for us. Scream as loud as you can, you beautiful slut. We love you so much." She and Narcissa both reached down to rub her, and Narcissa bit her neck while Daphne kissed and sucked at a nipple, fitting her lips in around Harry's fingers since he was still playing with her breasts.
Astoria did just that. She screamed as loud as any of them could ever remember her doing, and she bucked around hard enough that Harry had to restrain her by tightening his arms around her.
"I will never tire of seeing that sort of reaction," Narcissa said hungrily. "From any of you."
"Agreed," Daphne muttered.
Astoria purposefully tightened her cunt around Harry's cock a few minutes later to get him moving, and he groaned. "You went first, so you get to have one more orgasm," he said. "Unless your sister and mistress are kind enough to allow you more. And when you're completely full you're going to be a good girl and crawl upstairs. You'll come back with the strapon in your mouth, and then you can get your tongue in the arse of whoever winds up using it."
"That sounds amazing," Daphne muttered.
"If you're a good girl you can have a double turn in the middle at the end too," Harry said. "I'm sure there are two willing witches who could put their tongues to work on each other while one of them fucks you. But you'll have to be a very good girl to earn that."
"Always," Astoria promised. Then she started shivering. "I'm cumming again! Fuck, not already! Too quick! I want your cum in me before I'm done! Please sir! Please mistress! I'll be good! I'm trying to be good!" She tried valiantly to stop herself but in the end cried out no.
"Go on," Narcissa said after a look shared between her and Narcissa. "Enjoy yourself as many times as you need to until Harry fills you up. Consider it a reward since you didn't whine once about not getting the chance to sneak off and get fucked by Harry tonight."
"Thank you!" Astoria squealed, and then she came on the spot. Harry moved his hands from her nipples to her thighs so he could toss her up and down on his cock.
"Fuck, I'm addicted to you," he moaned into her ear as he fucked her. "I'm addicted to all of you and I'm never letting any of you go."
"Cum," Daphne growled. "Now." This time it was her that bit Astoria on the crook of the neck while Narcissa bit a nipple, and they both kept working her clit together. Meanwhile Harry slammed his hips up hard, increasing his pace dramatically.
"Cum with me," he hissed into Astoria's ear. "I need my girl to cum while I fill her up." Astoria grunted something he couldn't understand as another orgasm ripped through her so soon after the previous one. It was lightning fast even by her standards, at least after having already had a few soon before it.
She opened her eyes again with Harry holding her legs up as high and wide as possible, slamming her up and down while Daphne and Narcissa half snogged each other and half licked at her clit.
"You came far quicker than I thought you would," Harry said. "Now let's watch this together. Watch as we all show you how much we love you. I'm sure you can be a good girl and get off for me quickly when those two are working so hard down there, can't you?"
Astoria looked overwhelmed from the combination of seeing his cock pumping in and out of her and those two witches putting so much attention on her because they wanted her to enjoy herself. She nodded.
"I always can, sir," she whimpered. It didn't take long. How could it with her being the center of so much attention, treated like a toy while also being loved and pleasured at the same time? "Fuck, love you, love you!" She screamed mindlessly as the orgasm crashed over her, and Daphne and Narcissa's tongues battling across her clit only added to it.
Harry erupted inside of her at the same time, adding that little bit more to make it even better for her. She sucked on Daphne and Narcissa's fingers mindlessly as they fed her the combination of her cum and Harry's, using her to clean up most of the mess between her legs. Then they took turns giving her a commanding kiss, showing her an adoration that they all knew was reflected right back at them.
--
Daphne woke, or more accurately was woken up, somewhere around four in the morning when Harry rolled her over. She was bound with soft silk around her arms and body before she knew it, and her mouth was stuffed with a gag before she could react. Despite her exhaustion she shivered with arousal.
"I've been here with my cock throbbing this whole time," he growled into her ear. "Ever since you told me how you used to bend yourself into the same positions I would fuck you in and touch yourself, screaming my name." She wriggled her arse against it, loving that her revealing that little detail of what she would get up to in the time between their first date and her moving in had lingered in his mind so much.
It was the truth. She hadn't been prepared for sex with Harry or the things it would make her feel when they first started dating, and it had rarely left her head. In those days she'd given herself so many orgasms with her face in the bed and her arse in the air, desperately crying out his name. She'd revealed this to him for the first time earlier tonight as he'd fucked her after finishing with Astoria, and she'd squealed at how hard he'd fucked her in response. Now it seemed that she might have created a monster with that truthful taunt, because if he was worked up and she was the only one conscious to satisfy him, she would have to answer for the lingering desire she'd stirred in him.
She wasn't nearly as exhausted as the other two witches, which was no surprise with how eager Astoria was to push herself to the brink and how Narcissa seemed driven to help her get there. They'd fallen asleep wrapped in each other's arms, which left Daphne to claim Harry's chest mostly to herself as she slept.
"It's time you learn something that your younger sister knows and takes advantage of so often," he muttered into her ear. "Whatever witch works me up this badly almost always bears the brunt of making sure I can get some sleep." She moaned in both pain and pleasure into the gag as he shoved his cock into her arse, and she moaned even louder when little toys she hadn't noticed attached to her clit and both nipples suddenly buzzed to life.
Harry pounded her, clearly not worried about waking the two sleeping beauties. They didn't, because she was gagged and he was too busy biting her neck hard enough to leave marks all over it to moan himself. She came long before he did, and actually got all the way to a second climax before he filled her arse up. But he barely stopped to catch his breath after that, not even pulling out.
"This is just the beginning, you little fucking tease," he told her. She wiggled her arse up at him again, happy to take more of the cock that was making her ache.
Three orgasms later (for him; she had no clue how many she'd had), he finally pulled out of her. "That's good enough for now," he said, "but I think you still need to learn a lesson. And it has been a while since I've put you through your paces."
She was flipped onto her back and her legs got wrapped in the same soft bindings that her upper half was in. Harry stuck it to the bottom of the bed, summoned the bum plug and shoved it inside of her. He summoned over Astoria's collar and leash as well, and he just smirked at her wide-eyed look and put them on her. Then he looped the leash around the top of the bed until she was getting a moderate choking from the collar. He stuck it there, leaving her unable to move much.
Her temporary dizziness cleared up as an orgasm approached, and she gave him a panicked look when she realized what was about to happen. He just smiled, settled in and pulled the sleeping witches closer before wrapping an arm around her.
"I have a monitoring charm on you that will wake me if you get into any actual physical or mental danger from being overstimulated for too long," he murmured. His smirk made her shiver. "Oh, before you orgasm and I lose you, there are a few more things."
He moved his fingers and the plug expanded, again and again until she was whining heavily into the gag. "Hmm, one more I think," he said. She shook her head wildly only to cum when he expanded it yet again. It was only when she came back down from that high that she realized he'd silenced her and was now staring at her. He kissed her right on top of the gag, and she tried to use her eyes to plead with him.
"Oh, you silly slut," he said with a quiet laugh. "I can see how badly you want this." She blushed, knowing he was right, and then wiggled as she was suddenly blindfolded. She nearly made herself pass out before he whispered into her ear. "Stay still. I'm going to get at least two hours of sleep before I need to remove these toys from you, assuming you can last that long."
She didn't think she could. She was already far more sensitive than she could ever remember being, not to mention this whole being bound up and slightly choked was making her even more aroused, which would only make the problem worse. When she heard him snoring slightly and felt him hold her completely still, she realized he seriously was going to leave her like this. Her arse was stuffed tighter than it had ever been before, pushing her limits there as well as everywhere else.
Daphne exploded with a silent scream, feeling the tears pouring out as the feeling of receiving too much pleasure for her poor brain to handle built up.
How in the fuck did Astoria, even being the masochist she was, happily put herself through this as often as she did?