Harry was clearly feeling stressed when he first arrived to talk with Apolline, but a patronus message from Daphne seemed to help break that tension.
"Err, hi, Harry," Daphne's voice said. "Hope your day's going well." She let out a sheepish laugh. Apolline could hear her embarrassment, so it went without saying that Harry could too. "I may have, uh, already spent loads of money today. And we're not even close to finished getting her what she needs."
Apolline wasn't surprised to hear that. Daphne, Astoria, Narcissa and Gabi were out shopping for her school things, and Apolline knew how it went when those witches were out together. When you added in their lingering worries over what had happened with Gabi at Beauxbatons as well as their natural desire to spoil Apolline's beloved youngest daughter, it seemed perfectly logical and expected that Daphne would burn through gold very quickly during their shopping trip.
Harry wasn't surprised either, and he wasn't angry at all to hear about Daphne's big spending. Apolline watched him chuckle and shake his head as he sent his stag patronus off with a reply.
"Spend whatever you like. It's just money, and we have more of it than we could ever dream of spending. Get Gabi whatever she needs, and make sure she doesn't feel guilty about it."
Apolline was interested at this glimpse of how, despite having only been together for around seven months at the most, Harry and Daphne, and by extension the others, were clearly committed to each other long term. It was how he'd talked that really made it clear. Most wizards in his position would have considered the contents of the vault as his and only his.
But Harry, despite not being married to her, had said we and considered it their money rather than his and his alone. Apolline hadn't really given much thought to how their group hadn't even been together for a full year yet. Right from the first time she'd bee around them, it just seemed impossible to Apolline that they would ever split apart. Harry obviously felt the same way given his view on his gold not belonging to only him, regardless of what the laws might say.
Some of the stress had seemed to return to him after his communication with Daphne ended, though it was noticeably less than it had been before. Knowing the source of his improved mood was rather adorable for Apolline, but before long her focus was back on herself. She needed him inside of her so badly it almost physically hurt. The veela within her wasn't satisfied enough by her husband to fulfill her needs presently, but that was neither a surprise nor a condemnation of Sebastian's performance. This hadn't happened to her previously, but the moment this burning need for Harry to take her had begun she had known that there was only one way for the veela to be sated.
Still, he was here to discipline her primarily, and that would take priority over him giving her what she needed. She hoped it would all happen today, even if that meant she needed to plead with him to make it worse than he intended so she could get it over with today.
Harry surprised her by sighing and shaking his head. "I'm going to be honest. I was going to really make you regret what you did, if only to prove a point so you wouldn't dare think you could do it again. But I'm too distracted for that, so you're going to give Daphne as many orgasms as she gave you during your lessons up to this point. Then I'm going to fuck you, and I'll allow you to continue to join us so long as my girlfriends desire it. Their desire and approval is always a must no matter what I want, and besides, I want you to continue to be equitable instead of trying to selfishly manipulate Daphne or any of the others into giving you what you want."
"Oh, please!" she said quickly. This wasn't what she was hoping to hear, even if it was less severe than she'd expected and feared she might have in store by quite a large margin. "Please let me get it all over with today! You can do whatever you want to me!"
Harry just shook his head, unmoved. "No," he said simply. Then he gave her a little smirk. "And the fact that you don't want it to drag on actually makes this a more fitting punishment than I'd thought it would be. If you ask me again, you'll be limited to one orgasm a day, and only if Daphne has the time to let you pleasure her, which isn't guaranteed to happen every day." Apolline nodded and fell silent, accepting her defeat.
"Good," he said. "Now then, let's discuss this veela coven, veela nation and all of the shite I've gotten myself into. Tell me everything, no matter how insignificant you might think it is or how obvious it seems to you. Assume that I know nothing, and leave nothing out." Her surprise at him showing any weakness must have been visible on her face.
"I'm not some God, Apolline. I can't run around fighting against double digit numbers all the time, let alone thousands. If I'm going to be pitted against every veela, or even just a few of the covens, then I don't have nearly the political pull to make this all go away on my own. Neither does your husband, or even our group all together. I won't be able to deal with that kind of opposition without recruiting allies and politicking, and I'm sure you know me well enough by now to know how much I hate that."
Apolline was silent as she saw this new side of him. He was more vulnerable than she'd ever seen him, and it made her realize that perhaps she had started to think of him as some sort of immeasurable, immovable force, a man capable of doing anything that he wished. She doubted that she was the only one who looked at him that way, because who could be around him and see his power without being in awe of him? But it seemed that out of everyone, he was the one must aware that he was just a man. She honestly felt embarrassed that she had been thinking of him in the same way that his fangirls (and fanboys, for that matter) did.
It didn't make her any less desperate for him though. If anything she was even more desperate to have him fuck her after his display of honest humility. She had it fucking bad for him, and she already knew she was going to do some serious pleading with Daphne and promise whatever she asked for in order for the witch to let her get this discipline over with as quickly as Harry would allow.
But first, there was something admittedly more important to focus on. Gabrielle meant more to her than anything, even her own incredibly high sex drive, and Harry was the man looking out for her. He'd asked her for any information she could give him so he could be better prepared for what would come now that he'd prevented the coven from taking Gabrielle away, and she wouldn't let him down. After taking a few moments to gather her thoughts and figure out where she should start, she began to speak.
--
"Thank Merlin," Harry said once Apolline had finished telling him everything that seemed relevant. He was obviously relieved and had been expecting worse. "The whole veela nation coming after me would have been a major headache, but just a coven or two will be far easier to handle." He shook his head. "I don't know why I would be surprised that yet another leadership group 'disapproves' of certain things officially and yet is too cowardly to actually do anything about it. I guess veela aren't too different from witches and wizards after all." She couldn't disagree there.
Harry stood up and nodded, clearly already shifting focus to prepare his next steps now that she'd given him more information. "I have to go now. I have a few things I need to do before Monday to make sure that Gabi isn't considered an illegal immigrant when she starts at Hogwarts."
Apolline nodded. "Can I do anything?" She knew that he had taken responsibility over Gabrielle in many ways, but as her mother, she would always do what she could to protect her.
He chuckled and shook his head. "No, it's probably best that I do it. As much as I dislike using my fame and power to get what I want, I'm happy to use it here. It's worth making use of the Boy-Who-Lived rubbish to keep this quiet, or as quiet as possible at least."
She nodded in understanding, and then blushed. Harry gave her a look, and she decided to ask for what she wanted. "Will you kiss me goodbye before you go?" she asked, blushing like a shy schoolgirl with a crush. She couldn't believe how she was acting, but it didn't stop her. "It might make it a bit easier for me to survive until I'm able to get what I need."
Harry laughed as he leaned towards her, and then he claimed her lips in a forceful kiss, owning her mouth like no man before him ever had. Then there was a pat on her arse that she took to be his way of saying good girl.
"I do have to run," he said, breaking away. "Daphne should be home in about an hour, and I know she's eager to see you join us properly, so I doubt she'll drag this out purely to amuse herself. Well, not too much at least." He was gone before she could say another word, and Apolline was left to her own devices.
She scrambled to finish her packing, as she needed to hurry up and get moved into their room at Greengrass Manor so she could get down between the gorgeous legs of the future Lady Potter and lick until the younger witch had to physically pull her head off of her.
--
The moment that Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa left with Aella and Apolline to select the wine they would be having, Gabrielle slid right into Harry's suddenly vacant lap. She had no reason to worry about the wine selection, because her master had just forbidden her from drinking tonight. She got the feeling that this would be a denial she faced regularly, but she wasn't upset about that. Her master exerting his authority over her and ordering her not to drink the wine was more satisfying than actually drinking the wine itself would have been.
She sometimes had had a glass or two of wine with dinner at home in France, but it was never anything special for her. Two glasses usually took her a bit beyond tipsy, and in that state she got even more submissive than usual in ways that her master didn't approve of. That meant she apologized and got upset over silly things, and that was something she didn't like doing even before considering how her master and mistress felt about it.
Who needed wine? She was happy to be curled up in his arms, where she was so comfortable and warm. That warmth wasn't to be taken for granted, because despite the raging fire in the fire pit outside and the wards stopping the snow up in the sky and creating a beautiful dome, she was chilly in her tiny dress. The dress had been purchased for her just yesterday by her primary mistress, as she had started thinking of Daphne. Narcissa was also her mistress so a distinction had to be made, while Astoria insisted that she was no mistress and was not to be called such. Gabrielle understood her feelings on that, and also understood that Astoria would still be capable of assuming the role of mistress when necessary, whether she asked for and received permission or was simply told to do it.
As for the dress itself, it really was tiny. It stopped just under her arse, but it wasn't as tight as many that had been purchased yesterday, and it didn't have the open back that opened so low that she had to be careful which knickers she wore (if any.) Her mistress and Lavender Brown had been very eager to have her try on exceptionally sexy outfits and lingerie, and while she'd picked up a few more conservative pieces, the majority were anything but.
Her primary mistress had spent a small fortune over the course of the shopping spree. Gabi had never been the type to spend much on herself, often frustrating her parents when she said that she didn't need things, or would be fine with the cheapest possible. She was the exact opposite of Fleur in that sense, because her big sister had always wanted the newest and most expensive items.
Even her parents would have balked about just how much Daphne had spent on her yesterday though. The amount was truly ridiculous; every item was the fanciest and most expensive, right down to the quills that were all exquisitely made and came with a variety of charms. Daphne used them for her own work and was in love with them, Narcissa and Astoria had some and Gabi's father and sister had a few, and Gabrielle had heard enough praise for them that she hadn't been able to offer up any reason why she shouldn't have them other than the price. And Daphne had firmly established that the cost of any of her items was of no consequence, and all her master and mistress cared about was making sure that she had the highest quality things possible.
She'd gotten what had to be 3 or 4 full wardrobes of new clothing, and Daphne and Lavender had been deep in conversation about something else too. Gabrielle wasn't sure what it was, but it was obvious from their smiles that it wasn't anything bad. Whatever it was, she would likely find out soon enough.
Gabi purred softly as Harry's hand on her inner thigh rode up a bit higher on her leg. He gently massaged her with that hand while the one on her throat gave her a little squeeze. She noticed her father watching out of the corner of her eye and almost panicked, but he just gave her a warm smile and turned away, letting her relax. He knew she needed this, and also that she was as happy as she'd ever been. It didn't hurt that after his heroics on Friday, Harry had won her parents over like no one else possibly could have. No doubt he'd earned all kinds of points with her father when he stood up to the coven to protect her.
"We're all so glad Minerva agreed to let you commute, little princess," Harry murmured into her ear. "I think your mistresses were genuinely working to find some way that we could live there otherwise, but this is much better for all of us."
Gabrielle couldn't agree more, and she wriggled in his lap to convey that agreement. He laughed and smiled at her, and her faced flushed as she felt his cock hardening beneath her even from such a small movement.
--
Yesterday had been great for Gabrielle. She hadn't had any work to do and had been able to sit in her master's lap until they left. Today she did have work, but she wasn't forced to sit at the spare desk by herself to work on it. Instead Harry had told her to sit at his desk, made space for her beside him and clearly looked over her work as she completed it. She almost cried in delight at how impressed he'd been with her, and how genuine his praise had sounded. She finished her work and sat dutifully for a few moments, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.
"Get on your knees between my legs," he said at last, and she scrambled to get into position. He pulled his cock out, and she licked her lips at having it right in front of her face. "Now take off that blouse, my little schoolgirl."
Gabrielle's blouse came off and she got the great honor of being able to take her master's cock into her mouth so she could suck and worship him. She'd done her best to worship him properly while not distracting him from his work, at least right up until he told her to finish him off. She bobbed and sucked much more feverishly after that, working to finish him as quickly as she could. But she knew there was something else she could do to make it even better for him. She had picked up on how aroused he was at seeing her in her school uniform. The same went for her mistresses as well, but it was her master's interest in his schoolgirl that mattered most right now.
"Please, master," she said, pulling her mouth off of his cock. "Please cum all over your schoolgirl's face!"
He gave her the amazing reaction she'd hoped for, spraying her face with his cum until she was dripping in it. She was extremely pleased with having doing such a good job and getting him to coat her pretty face with so much seed.
"Thank you, master," she said, like a good pet should. She swallowed as much of it as she could manage before he had her over his shoulder, her blouse in that hand and her things in his other. He apparated them out in a hurry without even bothering to tidy up his desk.
--
"Behave yourself," Harry said, giving Astoria a smack across the arse. She giggled, feeling that it was worth it for getting the chance to tease Fleur. And it wasn't like she didn't enjoy the spank too.
It was the Thursday after Gabrielle had started at Hogwarts, and they had come over to Greengrass Manor once again. They'd been coming over regularly, not always staying for dinner, but usually coming by for an hour or two at least. Harry was adamant that they should take advantage of the opportunity to come over and visit both Astoria's parents and Gabrielle's since they were staying together, and none of them disagreed.
The Delacours were overjoyed to have their daughter over so often and hadn't tried to hide it. It was a very welcome aspect to the circumstances that led them to stay with Astoria's parents.
Harry had also grown increasingly open in his activities and interest around Astoria's father in this period, in regards to her and Daphne as well as their mother. She had a feeling that her father had something to do with that. Harry had held back slightly out of respect for him, and Astoria would bet that it had taken her father having a word with him and encouraging him to not be so reserved about something they all knew was happening anyway. She couldn't get Harry to confirm it outright, but the little twinkle in his eye when she'd asked him seemed like a hint that she was right.
There was also the fact that he was now treating her mum how she clearly wanted him to treat her. He no longer asked her to do things; he told her to do them. He smacked her arse, told her to behave and did not bother being subtle when he took her off somewhere to make her suck him or to shag her.
Astoria knew Daphne was as pleased about it as she was herself. They all wanted Harry to be more selfish, as odd as that sounded. He really did always prioritize making sure their needs were met above his own. It was fortunate that their needs all synced up so perfectly, but it still felt like he wouldn't put himself first, ever.
It was something that all of them had concerns over, but Daphne was bothered by it the most and had often voiced her desire for him to be more selfish. So of course she was pleased to witness him doing so now, even if he was indulging their mother's needs at the same time.
"Yes, sir," she said. "I will behave. I'll be a good girl for you."
Her father seemed amused by that. "I don't think I'll ever understand how you got Astoria to do as she's told," he teased. She rolled her eyes at him while he and everyone else laughed at her.
Harry accepted her into his lap while Narcissa, Daphne and Gabi cuddled together and waited for dinner to be served. She shivered when he grabbed her by the throat, and suddenly he stood and threw her over his shoulder without warning. His hand was on her arse, holding her dress in place while everyone watched.
"That has to be the most obvious departure yet, Harry," Fleur said.
"No," Harry chuckled. "Not any more obvious than you, your girlfriend and your boyfriend a half an hour ago. I just don't offer a made-up excuse like you did when all three of you conveniently needed to go to the loo 20 minutes after you and Aella were up there for half an hour. I bet you didn't use the loo that time either."
"W-we were!" Fleur spluttered, caught by surprise at being put on the spot.
"That's interesting, because I didn't see you in there when I used it," Harry fired back. "You didn't even lock the door, or shut it."
"He wins, flower," Astoria's dad said. "You really are obvious."
Her mum giggled. "I'm not complaining, so if my mean husband doesn't appreciate it, we can just cut him out from now on."
"You'd better not!" her dad said back to laughter from the rest. It soon became a distant sound for Astoria as Harry carried her off. They didn't even make it up the stairs. Instead Harry got her into the sitting room, threw her down on the couch with a growl and stripped her in a flash.
"Fuck it," he said. "They can all see if they want. Not like they don't know what I'm going to do to you anyway." Astoria shivered with excitement, and then he made her cry out in agony and delight both when he grabbed her hair and used it to drag her over to the wall instead. Harry slammed her against the wall, spun her around, picked her up and swiftly shoved his cock inside of her without pause or warning.
For several minutes, he gave her some of the most demanding thrusts in…well, perhaps about 36 hours, give or take. She almost giggled at that thought even as she moaned so loudly into his mouth.
"So fucking good, always," he gasped against her lips. She moaned and her back arched, responding to his words as well as his thrusts.
"I'm going to cum, sir!" she cried out. "I'm going to cum already!"
"Good girl," he growled. "Cum for me!"
"Harry!" she cried as he continued to pound her relentlessly against the wall of her parents' sitting room. Then she was on her back and bent in half with her hips pushed to their limits, her body twisted like she was a practiced contortionist as opposed to a horny witch getting fucked by the man of her dreams.
This position let him get so deep with such ease that her body actually couldn't even fit all of him inside. Well, that wasn't completely true. She could; he made it all fit no matter what she had to say about it, and it was true agony. But, being the masochist that she was, she craved that agony.
She couldn't do anything more than shriek in pain with each thrust, but the pleasure was just as vivid as the pain. She knew that he wouldn't last long like this. He never dragged this position out, because he really did have to thrust so outrageously hard to get all of his cock inside of her. And doing so in the places he was forcing to adapt to accept his cock wasn't something her body would be able to handle for long periods of time. She would love to be able to, truly, but even she had limits before things inside her broke physically.
"Cum," he demanded. "Cum for me, pet. Be the masochist, be the slut I've trained you to be, and cum like you always do when I put you through this kind of pain for my own amusement." She shrieked in delight, because these words spoken to her in such a dark tone touched something deep inside of her.
She did exactly what he told her to. She screamed loudly and sobbed, and genuine tears rolled down her face at how much it hurt and yet how good it felt at the same time. It all blurred together into that amazing combination that she loved so much, and it saw her exploding into her orgasm. And Harry was right there to join her, filling her with his own release as she screamed and came on his cock. He gave her the only thing that could have made her feel any better in that moment, and it made her sob and coo in delight. Those two sounds weren't meant to go together, but they both came out of her mouth at the same time quite often thanks to him.
When it was all over, he lovingly wiped her cheeks free of tears with the pad of his thumb, showing her how tenderly he could treat her immediately after fucking her so roughly against the wall of the sitting room in her childhood home. It was such an absurd combination. Who could be put through such agony and coo immediately afterwards like she'd just finished up with a tender lovemaking session? Even Astoria had to giggle at the thought of how crazy and contradictory her kinks could be, and he laughed himself.
"I enjoy making you react like that so much," he said. "It's so unique, and so fucking exciting to watch."
"You don't enjoy my reactions nearly as much as I enjoy what makes me react like that, I can promise you that," she replied giddily. Harry just laughed and kissed her again, and she was happy to enjoy the kiss, at least until a different thought made her pull back.
"You did silence the room, right?" she questioned. "I don't need my father to hear those screams, no matter how much I love how comfortable you're finally becoming at being so open all the time. And I think he'd probably rather not hear me screaming like you're murdering me and making me cum all at once, over and over again."
"Yes, I silenced it," he said, smiling with amusement. "I don't need to ruin the man's dinner, and I also don't need him barging in here thinking I really am torturing you and you need protecting." Astoria giggled and kissed him again, relieved that her father hadn't heard them and she was free to enjoy everything her lover had to offer.
--
Saturday morning found Aella standing naked in front of Harry as he sat on the edge of his bed, similarly naked. His girlfriends were out on yet another shopping trip, owing to Gabrielle arriving at Harry's office the previous day and feeling quite cold thanks to the hard snowfall. The protective instincts of the other three women living with them had immediately kicked in, and they'd vowed to fix it the next day.
Gabrielle's protests fell on deaf ears, unsurprisingly. Aella's oldest was always going to pamper Gabrielle; that much was obvious. Aella could understand her desire to pamper the adorable little thing, but she knew that, owing to the previous rift between her and Astoria when she'd failed to keep her little sister from falling under Draco Malfoy's influence, there was also a small part of her pushing her to pamper her even more than she would have normally.
Astoria and Narcissa had similar aspects in their own right, and Aella grew increasingly confident each day that Harry was more than aware of how Gabrielle would unknowingly assist all of his girlfriends in easing their guilt over previous transgressions. All of them knew that rationally they shouldn't feel any guilt as it was, and they'd gotten over the worst of it, but there were vestiges that remained. It looked increasingly as if that would no longer be the case now that Gabrielle was there for all three of them to pamper and protect though.
"Now then, I know I haven't been fully addressing your needs recently," Harry said. Aella felt the itch to interject, but he shook his head. "Don't bother telling me otherwise. We both know it's true." She stayed silent despite her desire to protest. "I've been calling on you often enough, obviously, and our dynamics within your home are changing. But you have other desires that I haven't taken care of adequately, or much at all, for quite some time now."
Harry stood up from the bed, and suddenly she had two fingers in her throat. She didn't gag, as this wasn't nearly enough to push her to that point these days, and he smirked at her.
"I haven't forgotten that you're a dirty, filthy whore who gets off on being degraded and humiliated in ways we've barely explored," he said. Aella shuddered with desire. "Apologies, but I've been a bit busy with my new veela pet and haven't had enough time to humiliate you properly." He pulled his fingers back out of her throat but left them in her mouth, and she promptly lavished them with attention from her tongue.
"But we will do just that this morning," he said, and then he slapped her face hard. She cried out and nearly fell to her knees, only to be held up by her hair. "I didn't say you could kneel yet, you stupid slut," he growled. She got another slap on her other cheek for her trouble. Harry crouched down and roughly rubbed his hand between her thighs.
"Dripping," he announced. "That's no surprise, considering what you get off on." He sat back down and spread his legs. "Get me warmed up, slut."
That was all Aella needed to hear. She dove in and began sucking his cock. Already she was realizing that it really would be a day where they started exploring one of the things she came to him to explore in the first place. Her husband was an amazing lover, truly, but this was one thing he simply couldn't give her. It wasn't in his nature, and most of the time it wouldn't be in Harry's either, but he seemed able to let out a side of him that could tap into that when necessary. It was a side that he let out for Astoria's sake and did enjoy doing so, but she knew that he almost hated how he enjoyed it.
She made a mess of her face and her breasts, covering them in her own saliva as she brutally fucked her own face on his cock, only stopping when he eventually decided to change things up. In a split second, he had her forehead on the hard floor and her arse up in the air, and she was suddenly getting fucked so hard she could barely stand it. She wasn't even able to scream at first, and she just slapped her hands on the ground. Then she couldn't even do that because he roughly yanked her arms straight back and used them to fuck her.
He was pulling so hard that it felt like they just might come out of the socket, and she tried to plead to cum. She couldn't get the words out though, not amidst her howls of pain an delight, but it didn't matter. Whether she pleaded or not, her body got fucked over the edge. She squirted all over the bedroom floor, reaching one of the hardest orgasms she'd had recently.
That was saying something, because she didn't have too many orgasms that would qualify as gentle these days. Typically she came hard no matter who she was with; that was one of the many boons that came when every single one of your lovers was glorious and talented. Harry was at the top of the list, and by a considerable margin, but each of the others would be in that top spot and have a similarly wide lead as he did were they to be on the list of anyone other than one of Harry's other partners. Aella was a damn lucky woman, and she knew it.
Harry yanked her hair again and spun her around. "You made this mess," he said, pointing her at the ground. "Clean it up, you disgusting slut." She tried to do as he ordered and lick it up even as the tears continued to flow, but her arousal was so intense that it was almost overwhelming. It made her ache on the inside.
This was what she needed from him most; what she needed beyond even his huge cock and his ability to make her eyes roll back in her head. Edmund and Fleur could make her eyes roll back too, but this was something that, out of everyone she'd ever known or slept with, only Harry could give her. This was what they had quickly established was something she needed, but for one reason or another they had never been able to fully start exploring it.
Now it seemed that they were going to explore it at last, and she was so excited that she almost shivered even while she tried to lick up the result of her orgasm. She still tried, but she didn't get much licked up before Harry had seen enough.
"You're taking too long, you worthless whore," he said. He smeared her face into the mess she'd made, and then dragged her around by the hair through it until he was satisfied she'd been sufficiently humiliated.
After that she was bent over his bed and fucked from behind, shagged relentlessly again until she came just as hard as before. This time there was no accompanying humiliating act, but instead Harry just kept going straight through her orgasm until her body raced back to a third. Then he flipped her over and started choking her, smirking down at her while his hips slammed against her and he fucked her to yet another orgasm. He played with her consciousness now, keeping her right on the edge until she reached climax.
She had no idea how long it had been now, but to her it felt like hours. The fantasy was overwhelming. Smearing her face into her own mess had been a single act, yet it had been emotionally and mentally demanding and draining on her like nothing before it. It was so degrading and yet so exciting that she was left out of sorts even before he started choking her, let alone now that she had cum and been allowed to breathe beyond the most frantic little gasps of air.
Harry forced her to her knees and used her mouth and throat, throatfucking her until she almost retched numerous times. Both of his hands were in her hair, pulling her hard while he thrust into her throat without the slightest care for her comfort. She knew that he actually did care for it, and he wouldn't let anything truly bad happen to her. But it felt like the opposite was true in this moment, and again, that was exactly what she needed from him. This was what she needed that only he could give her.
The fact that she could be safe while exploring this fetish was why he was the perfect man for the job. Even if he wasn't the only person she could get this from, he'd be the best choice for it by a large margin, presuming her husband couldn't give it to her. There were obvious reasons that Edmund couldn't do this to her, and she didn't blame him. She knew she wouldn't have been able to do it to him either, even if it was what he wanted most in the world. He couldn't bring himself to treat his wife like she was dirt, truly use her and demean her like she was worthless, below even a toy to have fun with. But Harry could give her that, and did.
"Look at you," he said. He yanked her off of his cock and started to stroke himself with one hand. "You're a fucking mess. You finally look like you should. But I have one last present for you." She tried to nod, and he just laughed cruelly at her. "Not that present, you stupid slut. I was talking about this." Then he spit on her face, and if Aella had thought she was overwhelmed by all of this before, it was nothing compared to now.
And yet she was also aroused like never before, and he couldn't fail to notice. Of course he couldn't, and his booming laugh told her that he hadn't missed it.
"Merlin, you really do get off on this," he said. "You get off on it even more than I expected you to. Well go ahead then. Touch yourself." She did so, and in a mere half a minute she was ready to cum. He slowly stroked himself while he watched her. "Go ahead, slut, and then I'll cover you in more than just this." He spit on her again, and it set her off.
"Harry!" she screamed as she came hard once again. "Thank you, Harry!" When she could open her eyes again, she had to shut them quickly as Harry drenched her face in his cum. She licked her lips and enjoyed it for as long as it lasted, and once it was all over he dragged her over to the mirror.
"Open your eyes," he said. She did, and they did sting a bit thanks to his cum dripping down her face, though she didn't dare close them. "This is what you wanted to become, isn't it? Look at the worthless whore in the mirror. I don't recognize her. She's pathetic, and she's nothing like the Lady Greengrass who showed up here just an hour ago, does she?"
"No, sir," she agreed. "She isn't."
"Ah, but this is her, isn't it?" Harry pressed.
"Yes, sir," she admitted.
"And she's happy to be reduced to this. She begged me to turn her into this, didn't she?"
"Yes, sir!" Aella cried out.
"Then we will continue doing this until you've had enough," he declared.
"Thank you, sir," she said sincerely, making him laugh. She was dizzy from how consuming all of this was, and she wanted to break down and cry, and also cry out in delight at having this itch scratched at last after so many years. But she didn't get the chance to do either, because he wasn't finished with her just yet. He spun her around away from the mirror and towards him again.
"One last thing," he said. "Open your mouth." She did so obediently, and he smirked. "Here is your reward for taking my cock like a good whore." He spit into her open mouth. "I didn't give you permission to swallow yet." He slapped her cheek, and as she cried out, he smeared all of the mess on her face with his hand. But as humiliating as that was, he still had one final degradation in store for her.
"You're a filthy slut," he said. "And if you want to be treated like one, I'll make sure you are." She got a slap across the other cheek to follow it, and it sent her spiraling over the edge. Now the feeling of being wrung out and overwhelmed was taking over completely and restricting her ability to breathe. An inevitable breakdown surged out of her, making her feel as if she was having a panic attack.
After a few moments of that, she felt his magic washing over her and cleaning her up, and then he scooped her into his arms and carried her up onto his bed with him. She broke down, crying like a little baby in his arms as he whispered gently to her. His words were too soft for her to hear, but she didn't need to hear them. It was his quiet voice and his soothing presence that helped her calm down, and once she did she reveled in the feeling that washed over her. The aftercare he provided to her was perfect, and it allowed her to enjoy the moment of returning to normality.
Before he'd brought her to bed she had been one thing, and now in his arms she went back to who she really was. This was reality, where she wasn't the worthless thing he'd just turned her into and treated her like, but instead was a witch that he adored and would do anything for. As he reminded her with his touch and his whispered words, he truly respected her and cared so much for her.
She turned and kissed him desperately, only breaking the kiss occasionally to whisper her thanks to him and then resuming the kiss before he even had time to respond. Like that, she lost track of time once again.
"I feel unbelievable," she said by the time she was finished. He chuckled and shook his head.
"That's a rather heavy fantasy that you have," he commented. She blushed and nodded. "I think that's one that we're only going to explore in private. I can't see my girlfriends enjoying watching their mother be on the receiving end of that. They'll understand that you need it, of course, but even they have limits to what they would want to be there to watch." He paused and thought it over for a second. "Narcissa might enjoy watching it. But your daughters, definitely not."
Aella giggled slightly. She agreed that this was something that her daughters were best left out of, and she didn't know that she would be able to let go and get to that place mentally if Daphne or Astoria were there to see it. Narcissa might be a different story, but that was something to consider at another time.
"Honestly, it's hard for me to fathom you getting excited by what we just did, let alone it being what arouses you the most," he said. "Even after I just watched you get so aroused from it that you could rub yourself to an orgasm in under a minute, it's still hard to believe."
"I like it," she said, shivering as she remembered the feelings he had helped draw out of her. "I like it a lot. It's just as good as I had imagined it would be."
Harry chuckled. "This is difficult for me to be able to give you," he said. "It's a lot, and you know that if it's ever too much, it stops. I'm sure at some point it'll happen; you never know when you might react negatively to being treated like that or it unintentionally gets set off by something else. You might hit a wall even during a round less intense than what we just did, and it might catch you by surprise. It's probably inevitable." He looked at her seriously, and she perked up a bit, recognizing that it was important for her to pay careful attention to what he was about to say.
"But you will tell me the moment it becomes too much," he said firmly. "Otherwise I will never even consider participating in that sort of thing with you ever again." He paused and looked off into the distance for a moment before looking back at her. "I can't bring myself to get into that mental state, to do those things to you and treat you like that if I can't trust that you'll be able to tell me when you've had too much. The thought of pushing you, any of you, too far is something that honestly keeps me up at night many times at the end of some of the rougher stuff we get up to. It's not about which one of you it's with or what exactly we get up to. I can't risk you, any of you."
"I will," she said, nodding, understanding the importance that she be honest with him about this. He smiled.
"That's my good girl," he said, and she squeaked and felt her cheeks heat up. She wasn't sure why, but something about it just felt different that time. "Now let's take a nap. I think we both need it after all of that. It was exhausting even for me, because as I said, it's not easy to treat a witch like that. It can be enjoyable, but that doesn't make it any less exhausting. And it's even more exhausting and draining since you're someone I care about so much."
"That sounds perfect," she mumbled into his chest. "Thank you again, Harry." She was already drifting off, but it was important to her that she thank him one more time before they were both out. As she drifted off, she replayed first the tone of his final words for her. His tone had expressed a different sort of emotion from him to her, a sort that she had already accepted she held for him but hadn't been sure was returned until now.
It was that emotion that proved, more than even the way he'd just used her, that he was the perfect participant to be with her and take her to the depths that she'd just sunk to. He was the one, the only one, who could do what she needed him to do but would always keep her safe no matter what. Even in moments where she wouldn't have been able to keep herself safe from her own desires, she could rely on Harry and put her faith in him. She could trust that no matter how much he humiliated her and how far he pushed her as they explored her deepest, darkest fantasies and fetishes, he would keep her safe.
"Love you, Harry," she mumbled one second before unconsciousness took her. She passed out before she could see or hear his reaction, and before she'd even realized what she had just said out loud.
--
"Really?" Harry raised his eyebrow at Gabrielle. "Is what Mistress Narcissa just said true?"
"Yes," she said, nodding and feeling her embarrassment flood her. "It's true, sir." Harry motioned her over with his finger and patted his lap, and she hurried over and jumped to claim her favorite seat in the world. His three girlfriends giggled as they curled up against them, Astoria snuggled comfortably in Narcissa's arms.
"Then why don't you go ahead and explain to us why you would pass up on the chance to join the new racing league at Hogwarts this term?" Harry asked. "If I'd known they'd added it, I would've helped you practice. Plus I have a feeling you knew from the first day and just didn't tell us, but you can confirm or deny that after you explain yourself."
Gabi felt herself coming close to crying, but Daphne stroked her hair to comfort her. "We aren't mad, you silly, adorable little veela," her primary mistress said. "We just need to know what is going on inside that beautiful head." Gabrielle felt a little better after being comforted by her mistress.
"The practices are at four in the afternoon on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday every week," she explained. "You asked me to be at your office, master, and I need to be a good pet and make sure I'm available to you and ready to please you whenever I can be." Her master sighed and gave her a light choking, making her writhe in his lap.
"Have we not been clear enough that one of, if not the most important thing you need to do to please all of us is make sure you do what makes you happy?" her master asked. "Beyond just being our perfect little princess, I mean. You don't have to worry; we are just as eager to put you to use as you are to be used. But we can do that whenever we want to. I don't want you missing out on something that would make you happy just so you can come over and service me. We can rearrange our fun around your schedule, and I would've been happy to do so if you'd just told me about this to begin with."
She blushed and started to apologize, but Mistress Narcissa grabbed her by the chin and kissed her roughly before she could get it out. "No apologies," she said. "I don't like hearing you apologize for things you don't need to, and I know everyone else here feels the same. Is that understood?"
Gabrielle nodded, looking at Narcissa with wide eyes. "Yes, mistress."
"That's our good girl," Narcissa said, smiling warmly at her. Gabi wiggled in delight again at the praise.
"Fortunately tomorrow is the first day of practices, so you won't need to miss out on anything," Harry said. "I'm very glad that Mistress Narcissa happened to overhear the conversation that she did today." So was Gabrielle. She could take part in something that made her happy, and she wouldn't have to disappoint her master or miss out on the joy of servicing him and being his good girl.
Harry picked her up and spun her around in his lap so she straddled him head-on, and he grabbed her throat once again. This time his fingers held her more firmly, and his other hand stroked her cheek as he looked at her.
"You're going to be a good girl and let us know when there's something you have interest in doing, no matter how small it is," he said. "We'll decide what you are and are not allowed to do, and you're not going to concern yourself with it conflicting with any other duties, because we will deal with that together. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she said, giving a happy nod. That she could go to them and express her desires and then leave it up to them to control it all was very liberating for Gabrielle, and she knew that her master and her mistresses could tell. They knew her so well, and they knew that giving control over to them was what she wanted and needed.
"Good," Harry said. "Now that we've addressed that, it's time for your punishment. But you aren't being punished because you wanted to please us more than yourself. Getting help balancing everything so you can be a good girl is part of what a pet like you needs from her master and mistresses, so why don't you tell me if you know what you're being punished for, little princess?"
"It's for not telling you about it last week, sir," she whimpered. Harry nodded, showing that she was correct.
"Indeed," he said. "You hid something from your master that you knew you shouldn't have, even if you hid it because you want and need to be disciplined. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir," she agreed.
He patted her cheek. "Don't look so upset, little princess. I'm not mad at you. The reasoning behind what you did is understandable. But we do need to make sure that you're aware of the consequences of being a naughty girl." Gabrielle was flipped over his knee while the other leg locked her down and held her in place, and her knickers were vanished straight off of her body.
"We all get to watch that arse jiggle and turn red, right?" Astoria asked, giggling. Gabrielle could see Harry rolling his eyes at her.
"Yes, but you aren't allowed to touch yourself or be touched during it, understood?"
"Yes, sir," Astoria said, whining.
Daphne giggled at her sister's obvious disappointment before offering to be of assistance to Harry. "Do we need to get the hairbrush? The door upstairs is shut so you can't summon it down here."
"I don't think so," Harry responded. "It's our pet's first time doing this, and her disobedience wasn't bad enough to earn her too severe a punishment." He patted Gabi's arse, making it jiggle. "I'm going to start now, so do your best to count them out. But I won't hold you to the same standards as the others just yet. It's your first time in this position, so if you can't keep up with the count I won't hold it against you this time."
With that, he began to spank her. The slaps to her bum started off fairly tame, but they still got yelps out of Gabrielle right from the beginning. She dutifully counted them off, starting from the first and working up to fifteen without losing her pace.
"She's so delicate," Astoria whispered to Narcissa loudly enough for Gabrielle to hear. She started to cry out loudly as she got out a shaky sixteen, but from the seventeenth spank on she forgot to announce them entirely.
"This perfect arse is a nice shade of red now," Harry said. "We're at 25 spanks now, by the way. I think you'll get five more to make it an even 30, and then you'll get on your knees and thank your master for disciplining you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she managed to say while crying softly. "Thank you, sir."
Harry resumed his spanking, and these final five spanks were real, hard and nothing like the comparatively gentle ones he'd given her thus far. She shrieked with each one and was sobbing fairly hard once he reached the thirtieth and final spank. Harry put her on her knees, and Gabrielle remembered to do what was expected of her.
"Thank you for disciplining me, master," she said. "Please let me thank you properly like a good pet should."
Harry nodded. "Go ahead." She tugged his trousers down his legs, followed by his underwear, and while she stared at his cock, Harry looked off to the side at his girlfriends. "Stori, you can beg your mistress now and see if she's in a kind mood."
Gabrielle began to suck and lick on Harry's balls while Daphne giggled and cuddled even closer to him. He wrapped his arm around his girlfriend and gave her a squeeze, and his other hand went to Gabi's hair just as she heard Astoria moan and thank her mistress Narcissa.
"You're doing a good job of thanking your master," Mistress Daphne praised her. Gabi felt her heart soar at the praise, and Daphne giggled at her obvious pride.
Harry moaned as Gabi sucked his balls. "You might be too little to swallow much of my cock, little princess, but no one knows all the spots I like best like you do. You've come a long way in such a short time." She felt tremendous pride at earning his praise with her performance, especially since she knew how many talented women he had in his life, all of whom had been worshipping him longer than she had and were able to take more of his cock into their mouths and down their throats than she could.
She watched as Mistress Daphne whispered something into his ear and then pecked his cheek, and she pulled away from him and knelt behind Gabi. Her arms wrapped around her to choke her and play with her, and she pressed her lips right against Gabi's ear.
"You're going to kiss, suck and lick all the way down until you get to his arse," she whispered so only Gabrielle could hear. "And then you're going to use those tiny hands to stroke him, and you'll be the first slut filthy enough to lick him down there." Gabrielle responded so intensely that she might have cum had her mistress rubbed her just a bit more firmly between her legs, but Daphne had other ideas. "No cumming for you. Not until you get your master off like a good slut."
Gabrielle began, and Daphne released her hold on her throat and moved her hand from between her legs so she could work. She didn't go far though; she remained kneeling behind Gabrielle as she started. Astoria and Narcissa were watching, and Gabrielle saw Astoria writhing and heard her pleading with Narcissa to be allowed to cum as she realized what was about to happen.
"Go ahead," Narcissa said. "You have my permission."
Gabrielle continued her slow trip towards her destination, and Astoria screamed. Narcissa roughly pushed her to her knees and yanked her hair, moaning loudly as Astoria eagerly got to work. But Mistress Narcissa was not the only one who moaned loudly as Gabrielle got close. Harry wasn't immune to the moment either.
"This little slut is going to show us just how filthy she is, love," Daphne said. "That is a thank you appropriate for you taking care of her first round of discipline. And you're going to cover her face in cum after you've enjoyed yourself. That's how she's going to know she's thanked you well."
Harry moaned and gasped, and then his moan got even louder as her tongue reached its destination and she began her task. He grabbed onto the couch for support.
"You can't see it, little princess, but I have never, ever seen him this excited," Daphne whispered to her. "Keep being a good little slut. Your master is going to be very pleased with you if you do."
Gabi sped up at that encouragement, making him moan even louder, and her little hands kept working up and down, stroking his cock while she tongued his arse. If he really was more excited than Daphne had ever seen him, Gabi logically would have gotten him off hard soon enough. But her primary mistress still had one more idea to put everything over the top.
"That little tongue needs to get deeper," Daphne said, grabbing Gabi by the hair and pushing her head in to make it happen. Gabi felt Harry writhe, which she knew to be a very rare occurrence. "Be a good pet. You know that right now your comfort does not matter. We don't even care if you pass out trying to please your master like this. All that matters is that you do whatever it takes to please your master with that tongue."
Gabrielle did everything she could, but she wasn't the only one. Harry's moans were drowned out by Narcissa screeching as she came, but Gabi didn't have any time to worry about that. Daphne was not showing her any mercy. She forced her to lick even as her body started protesting. Gabi was completely out of air, and an instinctive panic and self-preservation kicked in now.
"I told you that I don't care if you pass out trying to thank your master," she said without remorse. "That is what subservient pets do if they must. Now keep licking unless you want your mistress to take his belt to your arse for being genuinely disobedient."
"I'm going to cum!" Harry howled, sounding as out of control as Gabi had ever heard him. Daphne yanked her up, and she was granted the sweet relief of oxygen at last. But of course her mistress had not pulled her back out of consideration for her. She was there to finish the last part of her instruction and take her master's load across her face, and so she did. Daphne made sure his cock was aimed perfectly as he erupted, spraying her pretty face and hair with his seed.
"Merlin," Daphne breathed. "This is the biggest I've seen from you in a long, long time." She made sure that not so much as a single drop landed anywhere but across Gabrielle's face or in her hair, and she naturally took it all. She was in her own submissive little world, pumping furiously even as she frantically choked from coming so close to passing out previously and then gasping in air so violently once able that she almost made herself pass out. But despite it all, no matter how blurry her vision was or how thoroughly her master drenched her face in his cum, she took it all with pride.
"Fucking hell," Astoria mumbled, watching as Harry slumped backwards lifelessly. "You are the best little pet imaginable." Knowing what Astoria could do and how devoted she was to him, Gabi knew that this was high praise indeed.
"Yes, my sister is right, little princess," Daphne whispered into her ear. "You were amazing. You can't even realize how rare it really is to make your master react like he just did. He looked like you do when he plays with you, flailing all over the place and crying out with pleasure."
"You made your master feel like a king, princess," Harry said through his gasps. "Truly. It was amazing."
"Thank you for disciplining me, sir!" Gabi cried out, feeling so wonderful that she had pleased him to this level. "I promise I'll be good, so please let me be your filthy slut. I want to make you feel that good every single time, please."
Narcissa burst into laughter at her eager and sincere plea. "Oh my, you really are unbelievable, you insatiable veela." She grinned at Daphne. "Do you think the little thing is up to putting her tongue to work on me tonight as well? I'm happy to wait for you to put her to work first, but I'd like a turn if possible."
"Oh, there's nothing to worry about there," Daphne said with a laugh. "She's up for whatever we tell her to be up for, because good pets like her don't have a choice. Isn't that right, princess?"
"Yes, mistress!" Gabi said quickly. "Good pets are used and do as they are told. Please, may I pleasure one of my mistresses? Please, I just want to do whatever you demand of me, always!"
"So eager to get started," Daphne said. "You might as well get on with it right away then, and it seems you're already ready for her, Narcissa. Besides, I think Stori and I can have some fun on our knees right here ourselves. It's been over 24 hours since us sisters sucked our man off together, and I'm sure Stori finds that as unacceptable as I do. So you can put this cum-covered slut to work again."
Gabi turned to Narcissa and started to beg, but she was quickly silenced by the older woman grabbing her by the hair, yanking her over harshly and shoving her face down to lick her arse. Gabrielle got started right away, and Narcissa moaned in loud and enthusiastic approval.
--
While their veela pet busied herself with Narcissa's arse, Daphne watched her little sister swallow all of Harry's cock. Far from feeling competitive over it, she giggled.
"I guess you decided that I get to put my tongue to work first, little sister," she said. Astoria popped off of Harry's cock and shook her head.
"No, please," Astoria said, but Daphne smirked and held firm.
"No, no, I insist," Daphne said. "You'll be going second, slut. You got greedy and could not control yourself, and that means I get to be the first one that tries to make our man writhe around as much as our veela pet did." With that, she shoved Astoria down mercilessly.
A lesser woman would have been in way over her head here, but Astoria was made of sterner stuff. She took all of Harry's cock happily, barely gagging at all. Only she could manage that, and while that had made Daphne feel insecure on occasion in the past, she'd moved on and had other things to focus on now besides. She hurried down to put her tongue to work, hoping that she would be able to replicate Gabrielle's inspiring success. She would need to willingly make herself as filthy as Gabrielle just had, but Daphne felt as if she was up to the challenge.
She was soon proven right, because Harry started moaning quickly and moaning wildly. Daphne's body began to shiver with arousal at how wild Harry's moans were and how much she was affecting him. He was able to reduce them to such a state so easily most of the time, so it was nice to be able to return the favor for a change.
Daphne felt very pleased with herself, and not just because of her own success in making Harry moan so powerfully through her performance. She was responsible for Gabrielle's performance as well, because this had been all her doing. She was quite happy that she had managed to push things in this direction and bring them so far tonight, and that it had all worked out so well.
It was always fun to find new ways to make things even more exciting than ever. One might think that this would be an impossible feat given how wild their sex lives were, but part of the joy in being with Harry, with Astoria, with Narcissa and Gabrielle and the other supporting players who came along, came from pushing boundaries and finding brand new ways to enjoy each other.
To think that the opening had been created by Gabrielle neglecting to tell them about broomstick racing coming to Hogwarts! Daphne had never cared much about brooms, but now she had at least one reason to appreciate the obsession so many witches and wizards had with them.