Aella felt quite awkward while walking through the auror department. Harry had asked her to come for a meeting; an official one, not one of the fun ones they had in private at her manor. Harry hadn't answered the private floo in his office when she called, and she decided that she would enter via the public floo rather than using the private one in his office and waiting inside for him should he be out currently. Waiting inside would have been fine as long as he was by himself when he came back, but if he had company with him, it could have been seen as presumptuous on her part. It seemed better to follow protocol just to be safe.
The issue with this was that she hadn't considered how form-fitting these robes were. They were made of silk and felt very comfortable on her skin while still maintaining formality, but they showed off her body enough to have nearly every male in the department turn their head to watch her as she walked by, with varying degrees of subtlety.
Fortunately, he was in his office when she arrived and he let her in promptly. After he locked and silenced the door behind her, he took her into his arms and gave her a proper greeting. His hands went to her arse and groped her while he gave her a passionate kiss, and she writhed against him in delight at his warm welcome. He broke the kiss and pulled back, though not before giving her arse a firm smack.
"You'll have made the day of every man in the department coming in looking like that," he said.
"So I heard," she said, laughing. His greeting and his sheer presence had removed the awkward feeling she'd gotten walking through the department amongst the stares and whispers. "A few times, actually."
"I'm sure you did," he said. He led her to his desk, but when she attempted to sit in the chair set up for guests, he made her squeal by dragging her around to his side to sit in his lap instead. His lips found a sensitive spot behind her ear, and Aella whimpered.
"Now then, I'll avoid beating around the bush," he said, pulling his lips away from her neck. "I need to rebuild Potter Manor. Or rather, I need to build a new Potter Manor, and I want you to help me with it. What I mean is that I want you to do it right up until it's close to being finalized and the girls can then offer their input. I have nowhere to start, other than contracting a building and warding team, which is why I need your help. It needs to be perfect for my ancestors, for all of you, and for generations of Potters to come."
It took Aella a moment to find her voice. "Are you serious, Harry?" she asked quietly. "You really trust me with something so important to you and your family?"
"Of course," he said, laughing. "Greengrass Manor is your doing, and the feel there is the sort of thing I want for my home too. I'm sure the girls would be happy to do it, but they have so much going on as it is. But I know your schedule isn't as heavy, so if you would like to fill some of those free hours, I'd appreciate your help."
"Yes, I'd love to!" she blurted out, before coloring slightly at her obvious eagerness. She cleared her throat to calm herself a bit. "Being able to design your own manor and receive praise for it is something to be proud of as the Lady of an old house. Assisting you with yours would be wonderful! I loved working on our redesign, and I've love to help you with this."
"Perfect," he said. "Now get out of here." Aella's eyes widened; being dismissed so abruptly by him was startling. He shook his head. "You feel how hard you make me. I have a meeting with Kingsley and the other department heads in ten minutes, and I'm going to need nine of those minutes to calm down."
Aella smiled and wiggled her arse in his lap. "Nine minutes alone," she mused. "Do you think you could fuck my face nice and hard and get off before your time's up?"
Harry growled, and suddenly she was on her knees. She barely got her robes off in time before his massive cock was smacking her across the face. This fortunately meant that she avoided having to figure out how to charm them clean before she left, but she had more pressing concerns at the moment. She opened her mouth wide to take him in, and he moaned as she got down all the way to the base with one motion. That was not without cost; she had to gag and choke quite a bit to pull that off. But her progress was obvious, because there would have been loads more gagging and choking if she tried something like this previously.
"Good girl," he murmured. "What a good little slutty wife you are." She blushed deeply now at such a direct reference to her situation. Yes, she was the wife of another man, and Harry did not hesitate to remind her of that even as her mouth stretched wide around his cock.
Aella popped off of his cock to respond. "The only wife with a husband secure enough to let her fuck a man like you," she said, smirking at him while thinking about Apolline and Sebastian being unable to continue with their fun after Sebastian's planned tryst with Hermione and Pansy had fallen apart.
Harry chuckled. "Their dynamic is a bit different," he said, thinking the same thing she was. "But as for you, you have exactly five minutes to get me off before I need to go to my meeting. If you fail, you'll have to settle for your husband's cock alone for a little while."
It was shameful just how quickly she dove to gobble his cock back down after that threat. She had a husband as amazing as Edmund, and they even had a gorgeous veela girlfriend to play with. She shouldn't be so terrified by the idea of her younger male lover not fucking her for a few days. But the truth was that no matter how different the dynamics between them were, if she were ever forced to choose between a week without sex with Edmund and Fleur or a week without sex with Harry, the choice was obvious. Outside of some very special occasion or notable reason, Harry would always win out. If she had to fuck her face on his cock to beat the clock in order to protect that, so be it.
Her face was a mess of saliva and tears after a few minutes, but her furious facefuck worked. Without any aid from Harry, she had done her best to stuff her throat with his cock, and had performed so admirably that it was almost as if he actually was aiding her, or using his hands to force her to take it all. Even when he was trying to be quick about it, it wasn't like any of his lovers could actually get him off with speed unless they truly gave it their all. That she was able to get him off within the time limit was something for her to take slutty pride in.
Aella got a bellyful of semen, because he finally did grab her head and hold her down on his cock when he came. She was pleased that she somehow managed to take it all down without any coming out of her nose, and she was still basking in that accomplishment when he quickly had her cleaned up and fully dressed with the benefit of magic. Then she was receiving mild spanks across the arse, and she knew that they were only becoming because he knew how worked up she would be.
"Two minutes to spare," he said after reaching the fifteenth spank. "I'll make it up to you tonight, after I finish that spanking. I haven't spanked your arse red in a few days, and that's just not acceptable." He guided her out of his office, and she just barely managed to compose herself and reduce the flush in her cheeks by the time she stepped through the door and made her exit.
--
Hermione and Pansy arrived for their second spanking with Harry. Their planned meeting with Harry and his girlfriends for the previous weekend hadn't worked out, thanks to an obligation with Hermione's parents, but Hermione and Pansy were in agreement that it had probably been for the best. They were looking forward to a second time with just them and Harry before his girlfriends got involved too. That larger group play was going to be intense when it came. Astoria was clearly looking forward to returning to a rare position of dominance, which she seemed to desire with Pansy exclusively. And Hermione knew that if Daphne needed any motivation, it would come easily enough if she just thought about their years of battling with each other over the top academic spot in their year at Hogwarts. That wasn't mentioning Narcissa, who needed no motivation. The Lady Black was the type who obviously took great delight in sexually tormenting other witches.
The second time with Harry felt much more like roleplay to Hermione than the first had. There was no real frustration to work through this time, and that allowed her to more fully indulge her kink of her male partner coming across like an authority figure. The lack of genuine emotion and anger was no bad thing in Hermione's opinion. Harry was proving more than capable of exuding his powerful, dominant, 'serious' side. This was the side of him that he showed in his day job as an actual authority figure. Merlin, just the way he said her name, 'Miss Granger,' when she'd arrived had made her feel like this was an authority figure there to discipline her as opposed to the man who had been her best friend since she was twelve. He was in control, he was going to discipline her however he saw fit, and she had no choice but to comply.
That was the exact feeling she was looking for in the fantasy, so she was sure she was literally dripping with excitement now as Harry took her over his lap. She could definitively feel it rolling down her inner thighs. That was no surprise. She'd already been quite aroused from watching Pansy receive her spanking prior to hers, and that was before his hand had gone between her legs and teased her in between spanks. There were moments where he paused to speak with Pansy, asking questions about how Hermione had been behaving since her last spanking. It was as if she was genuinely a disobedient subordinate or even a child under his thumb! The thought aroused her to no end.
"All done," he said, giving her bum a little pat. Her arse was nowhere near the state it had been the first time, which Hermione was quite relieved about. Even with plenty of aftercare from Pansy, it had been painful to sit for two days. That pain had served as a reminder of being disciplined by him, and that got her aroused. It had been quite a frustrating cycle, honestly.
"So, Pansy, how was your weekend with Hermione's parents?" Harry asked casually. Pansy gave some kind of answer; Hermione heard her girlfriend's voice, anyway. She couldn't have even begun to guess what she was actually saying though, because Harry's fingers continued to tease between her legs even if her spanking was finished. She moaned desperately and wiggled around his lap, having been turned into a frustrated, pathetic and horny witch.
That was exactly what she was, and not just right now. Any time she thought about this, she reverted to this state. She and Pansy had a very active sex life as it was, but they'd fucked even more than often over the past week. They'd both been so excited thinking back to the first time they'd visited Harry for this, and now they were back for more.
Harry chuckled, though Hermione wasn't sure if it was because of something Pansy had said or because of how much she was wiggling around in his lap. "Oh, is that right?" he said. "Now that's interesting." Hermione blinked several times, mentally shaking herself so she could actually get back in the conversation again. Harry's tone made it obvious that whatever it was they were talking about was something she needed to hear.
"If that's what you two have been fantasizing about, I'm happy to help you out with this, too," he said, giving her bum a little pat. "I'm very happy to help, actually, and I'm not giving you a choice but to do so. But how we start will depend on how well you respond to my testing. I'm going to figure out if I can trust the two of you to follow my commands while in private." Hermione blinked, trying to figure out what they were talking about.
Just in case you were daydreaming and missed it, Miss Granger, I'll say it again," Harry said. "I'll be controlling your sex life now, starting with no orgasms until you come over this weekend. That applies to both of you, by the way. I'm not giving you a choice on this, not that I think either of you want one. I'm taking control, whether you like it or not. Yes, I'm taking control even when I'm not directly involved. But if you want to start off without going through the things I'd typically demand of you, you'll have to show me that I can trust you to obey. Otherwise it'll be the charm for you; you know the one, Pansy."
"Yes," Pansy mumbled. "I do."
"Of course you do," Harry said, laughing. "Come over this weekend, and you'll both take a very mild truth serum in order to confirm that you kept yourselves from orgasming like nice and obedient witches. If either of you refuse to take it, or confess that you disobeyed, both of you will be forcibly denied the ability to orgasm. And it'll happen in a manner that I've been told is far worse than simply being edged and denied. Do you both understand?"
"Yes, sir," Pansy said breathlessly. "Thank you for taking control." She did agree with Pansy. She knew that they both wanted him to snatch control away just like this, where their consent to it all wasn't spoken aloud but rather implied by them being here and telling him about their fantasy. Once he had that knowledge, he gave them what they wanted and took control, forcing them to obey him. It was what they wanted, but Hermione couldn't help herself from disagreeing out loud. Old instincts kicked in, and she protested without thinking.
"Absolutely not, Harry!" she said, her bossy tone coming out on its own. "You cannot expect us to—"
Harry was in no mood to listen to her complaints. The first smack across her arse, harder than any that she had received today, was enough to cut off her complaint and have her kicking and shrieking in surprise instead. Nine more followed it, and each of them equaled the force of that first one. Her earlier spanking had been more playful, but this time Harry was genuinely punishing her for speaking out.
"I do expect it," he said firmly. "I'll be taking responsibility of you two, just like you wanted. You will obey, or I will show you the consequences of doing otherwise until you shape up. Do you understand, Miss Granger?"
The reason this worked, the reason this had been such a fantasy for her, was how much her body craved him bossing her around like this. She felt like writhing and humping his leg mindlessly as his commands sent her arousal soaring to new heights, but her mouth had a mind of its own.
"That's ridiculous!" she said. "Having control doesn't have to mean that you completely take away—"
Her cheek earned her ten more spanks, just as fierce as the ten her mouth had gotten her already. She was crying openly by the end, and now her arse cheeks felt like they were burning.
"It means what I want it to mean," he said calmly. "Control means that you will do whatever I say, whenever I say it, and without a single muttered protest no matter what it is that I tell you to do. If I told you that you were only allowed to cum by touching yourself with your forehead pressed to the floor while you said the words 'I'm a filthy slut owned by Lord Potter-Black', then you'll obey me. And if you don't obey me, you'll find out why every witch in my life works so hard to avoid that denial charm. Even Astoria, as big a masochist as she is, hates it. If you want to find out how long two weeks can feel while you're dealing with that, then by all means, test me."
"But…" Hermione mumbled, her pride wanting her to keep fighting. But there was no real fight left in her, and it showed in her weak, lifeless objection. Harry held her by the chin, making her twist around to look at him while his other hand pressed down on her body and kept her in his lap. It was not at all comfortable on her neck, and it went without saying that this was intentional on his part.
"You'll be a good, obedient little girl, Miss Granger, and not this bossy, naughty, disrespectful one," he said quietly. "Otherwise real discipline will become a daily routine for you, rather than a weekly one. And I'll make you deal with that charm permanently until I no longer find it amusing. You'll have to come find me in person for any orgasm you have until that day comes, even if that doesn't happen for years. That wouldn't surprise me, because I doubt listening to a bossy little swot like you beg will ever get old to me. Do I make myself clear, little girl?"
"Yes, sir," Hermione said. "Crystal clear, sir." As she acquiesced, she realized something that she and Pansy were entering a new reality, one that might well persist for the rest of their lives. Both of them were incredibly aroused by being…controlled by Harry? Obedient to him? Owned by him, in many senses? Whatever wording was most appropriate, it was obvious that she and her girlfriend both wanted this. They wanted it very badly.
There might be mild differences in the underlying reasons why they both enjoyed it so much, but the desire was the same. They wanted to do it together, and only together. Doing this on their own would not have worked; it had to be her and Pansy both enduring it. They'd learned that lesson, along with a few others, during their previous unsuccessful attempt to bring a fantasy to reality with the Delacours.
The realization of it all hit her hard. It made Hermione feel faint with all of the nervousness, the insecurity and above all, the arousal. They had just given ownership of their sex life to her best friend. He hadn't demanded it until Pansy had told him about the conversation the two of them had had, but once he'd heard about it, he'd simply taken it like it had been his to take all along.
She couldn't have imagined ever being in this position before she saw him spank little Gabrielle for wearing so little out in the freezing cold, but now it felt like something she couldn't fathom ever losing. Suddenly his leg was pinning hers down, and his hand left her chin to cast a charm that bound her hands together. She was still squealing in surprise when he yanked her hair back and forced her head still.
That squeal turned into a sob as he gave her ten more hard spanks. Ten more followed those, leaving her broken much like she'd been the first time he disciplined her. But this time he'd molded her to his will completely.
"There," he said, with some satisfaction. "Now there's no doubt left for any of us. We all know that you've given in to what you should have accepted all along. From the moment you two started flirting so openly with myself and my girlfriends, you should have known this day was coming, Miss Granger. You know you're both better off with the control taken out of your hands. That's why you came to me in the first place, and I promise that I will give you both more pleasure than you could have ever hoped to find if you'd been foolish enough to try and stay in control. But the pleasure can only come after I take the steps needed to make sure that you stop acting like such a disobedient, bossy brat towards me, or towards anyone else who rightly has authority over you. You'll know your place by the time I'm done. And your place, Miss Granger, is being a good little girl."
"I will be, sir!" Hermione cried out. Her arse still felt like it was on fire, but the lust was far stronger than the pain. His words cut through everything and tapped into her kink with frightening effectiveness. Each statement, each declaration felt as if he was stripping her bare, revealing what she wanted most and imprinting the exposed feeling on her so deeply that it would never fade.
"You will be," he agreed. "Eventually. And I'm going to show you the bare minimum of the consequences both of you will face after today, should you ever dare to speak back to me like that again about the decisions I make."
He spread her legs roughly, and before she could attempt to close them to hide just how embarrassingly wet she was, his leg beneath her shifted and forced them to stay open. He just laughed like he wasn't surprised at all, and then he smacked her inner thighs. Hermione shrieked as his hand slapped her legs, soaked as they were with her arousal. They started slow, and he increased their strength until his hand was landing on her thigh barely half an inch below her soaked cunt. The slaps hurt, and they sounded much worse than they probably should have, all because of how wet she'd gotten.
When he finally stopped, she wasn't sure if her loud whine was made out of relief, or if it was a plea for him to continue. It didn't matter either way, because he only stopped so he could flip her over and then give her more. She received another fifteen slaps on the other leg, evening them both out, and these hurt just as much. That shouldn't have been the case, but somehow both of his strong hands could spank equally well.
Hermione went limp when he stopped, and her head drooped. "Thank you," she muttered through her tears, though she didn't realize it until he responded.
"You're very welcome, Miss Granger," he said. "Now, Pansy: I'd say your girlfriend is about five seconds away from cumming, and I have serious doubts that she can avoid touching herself before the weekend. She lacks self-control and obedience, as she's shown us just now. So I'll make a trade with you, and let you come over here to kneel and lick her while she sits in my lap. But in exchange for your girlfriend to get an orgasm right now, you yourself will have to go an extra week without one. The choice is yours, Pansy. How much does her suffering mean to you?"
Hermione looked at Pansy, knowing that Harry was toying with her and would probably give them both relief regardless. Despite his words or his attitude, he was unerringly fair in moments like these.
"I'll do it, sir!" Pansy said, not even hesitating. "Please! I'll do it for her!" Harry pulled Hermione up, spreading her legs wide and pinning them there. She couldn't get away if she tried to move, which meant she just had to deal with the pain of her arse in his lap.
"Look at her," Harry growled as Pansy rushed over. "Once again, she's showing you just how much she's willing to give up for you. Time and time again, Pansy Parkinson of all people will take care of you at her own expense. She'll put herself through an entire week of misery just so you can enjoy one fleeting moment of pleasure, and she didn't even hesitate to agree to it. I have to say that it's quite admirable."
"No, Pansy!" Hermione cried out. "Please, no! You don't have to do that!"
Pansy shook her head as she got down on her knees. "I'll always do it for you," Pansy said. Her voice sounded strange; it didn't sound at all like Hermione was used to. "I can't help it. There isn't any other option for me, because I love you already."
Hermione was still crying quietly, and those words from her girlfriend turned it back into full-blown sobbing. "I love you too, Pans!"
Pansy, her eyes looking watery, gave her a grin. "Of course you do. How could you not? I'm amazing." She started to kiss Hermione's inner thigh right at the knee.
"Stop, Pansy," Harry said, grabbing her hair roughly to force her when she didn't stop right away.
"I'm sorry, sir!" she said frantically. "I should have asked for permission before I started!"
He laughed and shook his head. "You'll need to do just that from now on," he said. "And so will your lucky girlfriend. But this time, you're going to take out my cock and get up here instead." Pansy did so without hesitation. "Now grab your girlfriend's arse, Miss Granger, and make sure that you're both rubbing against my cock."
Hermione did as she was ordered, and idly wondered how Harry came up with these ideas. It was bloody unbelievable how erotic it was once both she and her girlfriend were rubbing against his huge cock!
"Now, clearly Pansy here needs to be under control for her own good," he said. "She deserves plenty of pleasure herself after making such a selfless decision, and she can't be giving up so much without thinking. If that kind of behavior is allowed to swell, it could become dangerous. So I won't allow her to have the right to make a choice like that now. After all, I make those choices for both of you now anyway. Right now she gets to enjoy herself too, because she earned it far more than you did."
"She does," Hermione whispered, knowing it was true.
"Your girlfriend is going to get you both off by grinding my cock into you," Harry continued. "She won't dare put it in either of you. That's not happening until you both confirm that these are the last orgasms you've had once you arrive this weekend. Do you both understand?"
"Yes, sir," both Hermione and Pansy said in unison. Harry nodded in approval.'
"That's better," he said. "As long as you remember to be good little girls, Miss Granger and Miss Parkinson, I'll make sure to give you experiences you can't even dream of right now. They'll all be better than anything your brains can currently imagine. I have some experience at this sort of thing."
Both women moaned as Pansy began to grind. She started slowly, clearly wanting to draw this out for as long as she could. That wouldn't be long at all given the circumstances, but it wasn't a moment that either witch wanted to let go of just yet.
"What my girlfriends and I will do to you both this weekend, and also any other time you arrange a visit for it, will ruin you for every other sexual experience you can have, save for when the two of you are feeling in the mood for an intimate night alone. I'm not exaggerating or boasting about my own skills in saying this. Truthfully, my girlfriends will have far more to do with your corruption than I will. I believe their exact words were that they would make you both addicted to them, and I can promise that they will make it happen. I'm more than happy to boast about them, and you'll soon realize that I don't need to exaggerate what they can do."
Hermione didn't doubt his words, but she also knew that she and Pansy had both been ruined already. Harry had taken care of that, and he'd done it with ease. He hadn't even needed to try very hard, nor had he even needed to fuck them. All he'd needed were words, spanks and little teasing touches, and he'd had them both addicted.
"Go on," he said. "Cum now, you too. Cum, and enjoy your last orgasm for a few days."
Pansy's grinding got wild after that, and they exploded into simultaneous orgasms mere seconds later, both competing for who could scream the loudest. Then they slumped against him, feeling as exhausted as if they'd just been through hours of hard, rough sex rather than a single orgasm that didn't involve penetration. They'd cum from nothing other than rubbing his gigantic cock between them, and Hermione felt ready to drop.
"Get to work now, Miss Parkinson," Harry said. "It's time to suck."
Pansy dropped down to the floor and started sucking his cock, gagging and dry heaving as she slammed her head down and swallowed his length without any sense of self-preservation. Hermione could see that she was being driven wild with lust, and she couldn't blame her girlfriend for that. Harry had just exceeded their wildest fantasies, and all without penetration. Harry showed his appreciation, moaning his praise and patting Pansy's head as she sucked him.
"Here it comes," he said in warning before too much time had passed. Pansy dutifully swallowed his cum, and Hermione watched in fascination as her throat bobbed from the effort. She'd assumed that Pansy had swallowed all of it when she pulled her mouth off of him, but then Hermione was pulled into a kiss and received a mouthful of semen from her girlfriend.
"That was a good start," Harry said after they'd finished. "I expected Miss Granger to be the difficult one, and I believe today left enough of an impression on her that her moments of disobedience will be few and far between from now on. But don't mess up, either of you. We're all looking forward to this. I can't remember my girlfriends being this excited since Gabi was claimed by Daphne and joined us. We will have our fun, whether you two are disobedient and have the charms put on you or not, and we won't have mercy on you if you aren't good girls. I'm well aware that you'll both survive a night like that without any issues, so I won't hold back. And my girls always push harder than I do, of course. Making a mistake in the next few days will be something you both regret more than you could imagine, Miss Granger. Wouldn't you agree, Pansy?"
Pansy nodded quickly. "We have to be good, Hermione," she said urgently. "It's so bad. It's also so good, in a weird way. But trust me, you don't want it on you this weekend with them, and you definitely don't want it on for two full weeks either! I had it on me for two weeks once. I cried myself to sleep every night after a few days. But even when I did, somehow I loved it. I don't regret living through it even a tiny bit. But we can't go through worse than I did and still hold onto our pride. If we do, we'll end up promising to do anything they want for just the smallest bit of relief."
She shuddered, and Hermione felt a shiver run through her too. Despite it being a punishment they were both desperate to avoid, there was something undeniably arousing in it too.
"You'll already do anything I want, so I doubt you'd find any mercy or relief at all," Harry said. "But I understand what you're trying to say, and I think you've made your point. Hasn't she, Miss Granger?" Hermione nodded quickly. "Good. Now, one of you will stop by every morning at 10 am sharp. You'll suck my cock, thank me, and go back to work. That's how you will thank me for taking on this responsibility for you. Now, I have work to get done, so it's time for you to impress me. Oh, and no salve for you, Miss Granger. You'll heal up just fine; it's not bad, no matter how uncomfortable it might feel for you. For as long as it hurts, I want you to remember what the consequences are for bad behavior."
He gave them both a rough kiss and then dismissed them with a pat on the arse, after which he went back to work. They changed, thanked him again, and then hurried out of his office.
"You know that he knows this feeling is going to linger," Pansy muttered as they walked down an empty corridor.
"I know he does," Hermione replied. "But how are we going to manage this when he started it off like that?"
Pansy laughed. "We obey, like good little witches," she said. "And we enjoy the benefits in doing so. I'm sure that if it really did get to be too much for us, and we went to him and asked seriously to call this off, he would end it at once. But we both know that what he just did was more erotic and exciting than anything we'd have thought up on our own. And that was so casual for him! Imagine what we'll be able to enjoy together when he actually turns things up for real!"
Hermione shuddered as she imagined it. "My best friend owns my sex life, and that of my girlfriend," she said faintly. "And bloody hell, I want it that way."
Pansy smirked. "And that trust we've given him definitely isn't misplaced. We both knew that already, but just look at today. He made that all about us, rather than him or his girlfriends. And he never split us apart. No matter what he was doing, he kept us together." Her smile became more heartfelt. "Together, just like we always will be."
Hermione bit back an emotional sob and nodded, blinking back tears. "Always, Pans," she finally managed to say. She let out a laugh. "And he really did, didn't he? He pushed some things out into the open that might have been left unsaid otherwise. I want you to know that I feel the same. I'd do anything for you too."
Pansy nodded as if she wasn't saying anything that she didn't already know. "You have since the start, my love," she said. "But now you see why I was so insistent on this. With the way he gave me back everything I'd lost, how he still protects me even now, even when he thinks I don't notice. I knew he would understand, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was the only one who could provide your—our—biggest fantasy. For a little while I thought maybe you wanted the other side, after you got so excited that first time, but I knew my gut instinct was right when we went to see the Delacours and it felt so awkward and wrong. But with Harry, I had to let him know what we hoped he'd do, and it felt so right, didn't it?"
That was the last thing either of them said for quite some time, because neither of them were in the mood for talking. Pansy drew her into a lengthy snog, and while it did nothing to help quell their arousal, Hermione didn't even consider ending the kiss herself. It had been under very unusual circumstances, but she had gotten even closer to her girlfriend today. In giving up control to her best friend, she'd never felt better.
--
Daphne felt as hot as the rest of the witches looked, and with good reason. Harry had shown them his memory of his 'meeting' with Hermione and Pansy earlier in the day, and no witch whose heart was still beating could fail to react to something like that.
"Merlin, Harry," she said, her voice coming out more like a moan thanks to the memory he'd just shared with them. "Finally, you just took something you wanted without worrying about it--even though there was nothing to worry about, of course. Those two were obviously begging for it. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"
"Yes, I couldn't agree more," Narcissa said.
"He learns slowly, sister, but he gets there in the end," Astoria said playfully. "I almost want to join them, honestly."
"No one is surprised to hear you say that, I promise you," Harry said in a deadpan.
"It would be fun, I'm sure," Astoria said slowly. "But I'm not going to change anything. I want to be the one in control for once, since I finally have the urge again."
"Do I need to point out that you already have what they have, you needy slut?" Harry said. "If you want to take it all the way and join them by waiting until the weekend to get off, I can certainly arrange for that."
"No!" Astoria said quickly. "I mean, no, sir!" That got a laugh out of everyone, including wild-eyed little Gabrielle who was squirming around in Harry's lap, the memory they'd seen having stoked her urges keenly.
"I'll get us moving onto the fun stuff," Narcissa said. "Do you think Hermione will be able to survive being so completely filled with cock this weekend? I can't wait to see how she reacts to that. The prim and proper witch, violated in every hole while her girlfriend watches and cheers us on? What fun!"
"With how horny she'll be by then, I don't think it'll be an issue," Harry said, smiling. "But you'll probably need to work up to it even so."
All of them had something specific about this weekend's fun that they were really looking forward to. Narcissa's desire to wreck Hermione was obvious, while Astoria was most eager to finally flex her rarely-seen dominant side again with Pansy. As for Daphne, she was looking forward to both pretty much equally. She'd heard so much about Pansy from Astoria and Narcissa, who had already played with her in the past and knew how she would react to what they were going to do to her, and that was going to be fun to experience for herself. And corrupting Hermione was going to be a very special occasion.
Gabi suddenly cried out in obvious relief, but she was so worked up that happiness of it robbed her of the ability to speak. Daphne smiled, knowing what had just happened. She'd been writhing around in his lap because Harry had not yet given her permission, but now he'd allowed her to get his cock out and take it inside of her. She rode his cock and shrieked mindlessly into his chest now that she was finally being allowed her treat.
Watching the little veela's arse bounce and jiggle was no less hypnotizing for Daphne now than it had been the first thing she'd seen it. She watched the show just as eagerly now as ever, and she knew that Astoria and Narcissa were watching just as avidly.
Harry grabbed that arse hard, to no surprise. He was more obsessed with Gabi's arse than any of theirs. That wasn't to say that they got any less attention, but his obsession with Gabi's bum had to do with how disproportionately large it was compared to her body. An arse like this just shouldn't be possible on a body that small, but Gabi's bum defied logic. Harry smacked that bum regularly while she rode his cock, letting out wild screams while she did. Her little body shouldn't be able to take a cock that large, but at the same time it was the perfect fit for them both.
The submissive girl's veela nature seemed to be flaring up this time, for whatever reason. It was evident in how her body reacted, because when she got like this, it both looked and sounded like she was going through one powerful and never-ending orgasm.
Harry flipped her over onto her back and started to absolutely pound her, and Gabi's eyes rolled back into her head. Her screams grew silent as he fucked her senseless. He thrust hard enough to make the couch slide out of position, to Daphne's fascination. It was rare to see him truly let loose like this on the youngest, smallest and tightest of his girlfriends. Usually he tried to avoid pushing the veela too hard, particularly on weeknights when he didn't want her to spend the next day limping around Hogwarts. Being truly shagged by Harry was demanding on any of them. Even Astoria, wild as she was, ended up sore when he fucked her with all his might, and Gabi found it all twice as difficult to deal with as it was for them.
For her, this had to feel harder than anything Daphne had gone through. Among them, only Astoria could react so excitedly to a shag like this. Daphne would probably love it herself, but the discomfort would prevent her from enjoying it to the degree that Gabi did.
Today, Harry wasn't even trying to control his urges. He was embracing them, and seemingly trying to drive his cock deeper into her than he ever had before. After what was likely only a few minutes but felt more like hours to Daphne as she watched, he finally pulled back and gave Gabi a bit of a reprieve. She may not have wanted said reprieve, but her body definitely needed it.
Four slower and yet somehow harder thrusts later, and he was moaning loudly as he came inside of her. Gabi found her voice at last, or her ability to scream her pleasure at least, so she was obviously shaking in climax as Harry filled her. It continued until Harry eventually leaned back and pulled his cock out of Gabi, though he kept her body close to his. She clung to him while he praised her and held her in his arms. They stayed like that while she came down from the physical and emotional high of the moment, until Harry looked over at Daphne.
"Uh, did we have something planned before dinner that I forgot about?" he asked, looking confused. "I swear I thought we still had over an hour before dinner, but we must be much lower on time than I thought if you three aren't rushing over here."
Astoria shook her head, but it was Narcissa who explained why they'd all sat back and not rushed in. "There are some things that you'd later regret not staring at for as long as you could. That was definitely one of them."
"Indeed," Daphne said. But now that the moment was over, she had no problem beginning to strip down. "That said, it's my turn now. I trust no one here has forgotten that I always have the right to go first? I haven't lorded that over any of you in a while, but after that, I'm doing it today without feeling even slightly guilty."
Harry laughed while watching her strip down, and he was there to welcome her as she climbed on top of him. She carefully moved Gabi so the veela could cling to both of them while not limiting how hard Daphne could be fucked. Astoria and Narcissa hadn't objected to Daphne claiming her right to go first, but she could see that Astoria was definitely less than happy about having to wait her turn.
"Stop pouting, Stori," she said. "You'll have all night anyway. You know more than anyone how eager he'll be to stay up all night fucking any of us who can still go. And of course you'll be the last one standing, because when aren't you?" Astoria just whined, and Narcissa pounced on it.
"And thanks to that whine, you're going face-first between my legs, my adorable pet," the Lady Black said. "You said you wanted to wait like Hermione and Pansy have to, and you'll get your wish. But you'll get off much easier than them. They have to wait days, but a few hours is all you'll have to wait. You wanted to dabble in suffering, and I'll give it to you." She stroked Astoria's cheek and spread her legs to allow her in. "And when the time comes, you'll be able to flip roles properly this weekend, rather than being a jealous little brat."
Rather than complaining or disagreeing, Astoria put her head between Narcissa's legs and went to work. After a few seconds, Narcissa corrected her form. "Hands behind your back, not between your legs," she barked. "You know better than that, silly girl. You've already been properly trained, so behave and prove to me that you don't need a few months of it again. Otherwise I'll cast the denial spell on you myself, regardless of what Harry thinks, and whatever punishment he decides I deserve for doing it."
"Feel free," Harry said through his moans while Daphne bucked wildly. "It's been a while since she was really made to suffer. She's been getting her way far too often lately, especially if this is how she's really acting. So if you think she's behaving that way for some reason other than wanting a bit of punishment, feel free to deny her for a month or two. Not like we wouldn't get to have fun with her either way." Astoria whined, but it didn't stop her from doing as she was told and put her hands behind her back, licking Narcissa while Daphne bounced on Harry's cock. Her little sister would have to wait her turn, but Daphne wasn't going to feel sorry for her. Narcissa was right; a few hours of waiting was nothing compared to what Hermione and Pansy were presently dealing with.
--
Astoria smirked widely, making Hermione stare at her in surprise as Pansy swallowed thickly. Hermione had heard many things about Astoria's sex life; too much, really. Harry's girlfriends weren't shy about discussing that part of their lives. Every single thing she'd heard about Astoria had suggested that she was incredibly submissive and masochistic, perhaps just barely above Gabrielle in that regard, and only then because she didn't have her own biology compelling her as the young veela did.
Hermione had seen Gabrielle physically shaking when coming home with Harry one evening after not having had time to get any sort of relief throughout the day. She'd fallen to her knees before Harry led her up the stairs like a dog, right past Hermione and Pansy. Once Harry had gotten her up the stairs, Daphne had quietly revealed that Gabrielle hated being seen like that in public, and it was becoming a struggle currently as she could barely even make it through a full day of school before she hit that state.
Astoria did not have those kind of biological concerns to worry about, but all the stories Hermione had heard from Harry's other girlfriends painted her as a born submissive nevertheless. Even the woman herself had told Hermione that there was no better feeling in life for her than Harry using her however he wanted to, no matter how rough it was or how she felt about it. Hermione had a better understanding of that sentiment now than she had back then, though Astoria's tastes were clearly much darker than her own. Hermione had heard the joy in Astoria's voice as she talked about being used by Harry.
That was what made it so shocking to see Astoria moving in on Pansy like she was a predator stalking her prey. Harry had mentioned beforehand that Pansy had always been the sole exception when it came to Astoria's desire to submit sexually, something that had developed while she was in the process of freeing herself from Draco's influence. Hermione had thought it was a bit of a joke aimed at Pansy rather than anything serious. Her girlfriend hadn't seemed to agree, but they hadn't really discussed it. Now Hermione knew that Harry had not been joking in the slightest though, and Pansy was clearly in for a trying time. Hermione was surprised, but she wasn't overly worried for her girlfriend. Pansy would get off on it; if she wasn't looking forward to it, she wouldn't have been so wet before they arrived.
"Now there's a look I haven't seen in a long time," Harry said, giving Astoria a pat on the arse. She smiled at him. "I'm not going to tell you what you can and cannot do, love. If Pansy has any hard limits as to what she's not willing to let you do, she can let you know. But I do need you to do a few things for me."
"What can I do for you?" Astoria asked, looking excited at the thought of doing him some kind of favor, likely of the sexual variety.
"Keep in mind that you already got to take out your past frustrations on Pansy," he said, giving Astoria's cheek a tender stroke. "And later, she got to take hers out on you, too. More importantly, neither of you are the people you were back then anymore. So have your fun, but don't let old wounds get in the way now, and don't do anything that you might regret, either. And make sure you don't forget that no one but you can take what you would consider a fairly tame night these days."
Harry's words seemed to help remove any doubts or hesitation that might have still resided in Astoria, allowing her to avoid any silly worries about what she was doing. But at the same time, he'd given her a gentle reminder that Pansy wouldn't have the same limits or the same threshold of what she would find enjoyable.
"Yes, sir," Astoria said. "I understand." She gave him a quick kiss that was full of passion. "I love you so much, Harry. Thank you from saving me and Pansy from ourselves, and everything else too." Harry kissed her back, and they whispered to each other, lost in their own world for a moment.
"Alright, enough of that, you two," Narcissa interrupted cheekily. "If you're so bloody happy to watch us let loose and dominate, we could always dominate you as well, Harry."
Harry looked amused. "If any of you decide that you want to try that again, all you need to do is say so. I'm always happy to indulge any of your fantasies, no matter what they are. But if it's anything like the last time you tried it, Narcissa, do I need to remind you how that went? You didn't even last ten minutes as my 'mistress' before you were begging me to fuck you until you passed out. If you were to fail so spectacularly at 'dominating' me in front of our guests, I'm not so sure they would be able to submit to you ever again."
Narcissa hung her head, defeated, to Daphne's immense amusement. Hermione giggled as well while thinking back on what he'd said. Harry's offhanded remark about being willing to submit to his girlfriends if that was what they wanted sounded genuine, though Hermione couldn't imagine ever wanting to be in that position herself with him. Especially now that he had taken control with her and Pansy.
"Make sure either you or Cissa is keeping an eye on Astoria and Pansy at all times," he said to Daphne. "Pansy is surprisingly submissive, so I'm more worried about her than Astoria. Besides, it shouldn't be too hard for you to keep an eye out since Hermione is going to be struggling enough with just one of you at a time. I doubt both of you will be able to play with her at the same time for long at all without breaking her, at least at the start." Hermione felt her cheeks heat up at that, and she shuffled her feet nervously at the way they were looking at her.
"Oh, don't worry, my love," Narcissa said, her voice dripping with dark lust. "One of us will be able to watch Pansy and Astoria at all times, because there's no chance Little Miss Granger can withstand both of us. Not until we have her properly trained, that is. I'm not convinced she'll even be able to take one of us right now. If we aren't careful, we may have her begging and pleading to live here as our full-time sex pet. Maybe she'd ask to let her and Pansy both sleep in a cage beside our bed each night, like a good pet."
Hermione's mind raced, as it nearly always did when she was faced with unanswered questions. What did properly trained mean? Surely the cage was a joke, right? Why did the idea of her and Pansy curled up together in a cage sound so exciting to her? What was going on? Who was she, and why was her girlfriend looking at her like she was just as excited by the idea?
Pansy crawled behind Astoria obediently, but she glanced back at Hermione as she did so. That look left Hermione feeling not even the slightest bit worried for how tonight was going to affect their relationship. This was still about the two of them. They might be playing with other witches, but they were here together either way.
Daphne patting her arse brought Hermione back to her own situation. "You two are adorable," she whispered into Hermione's ear. "Don't worry; you'll get plenty of time together. We have no intent on doing anything aside from bringing you two closer while we play out this shared fantasy of yours." Hermione shuddered, and Daphne laughed and moved her lips to whisper into her other ear. "I wonder just what your shared reality will look like? I really wouldn't mind you two living with us as your pets, you know, if that was actually something that you wanted. The idea never even occurred to me until Narcissa brought it up just then, but it actually sounds kind of fun. You two desperately in love, but your sex lives owned by us? Now that excited my dominant side more than I think it has been since the day I claimed the little veela we've all come to love so much." Daphne stepped away laughing while Narcissa grabbed Hermione's hair and roughly forced her down to her knees.
"What is it, little princess?" Harry asked. Gabrielle squeaked in surprise, making Harry laugh. "You can go down and join the if you'd like. One of your mistresses will be free at all times, after all, and I'm sure they'd love to play with you as much as we always do." He grabbed her arse and pulled her close against his body before bringing his hands to her throat and squeezing. "Or you can come be my pet. You can get me nice and warmed up for when I go down to help your mistresses train these two."
"Please, sir, please," Gabrielle whispered, sounding like she was fighting through an orgasm already. Harry looked ready to tease her about not answering, but her reaction was answer enough.
"Crawl upstairs and find me something to use on you," he said. "Whatever you want, little princess. But I recommend something you'll really enjoy, because I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to see your life flash before your eyes."
Gabrielle crawled away up the stairs quickly, and from down on her knees, Hermione watched her truly perfect arse swaying. That could become something she and Pansy did together side-by-side. She almost whimpered at how badly she wanted that, and how badly she knew in her heart her girlfriend wanted it too. What was becoming of her?
"Enjoy yourself, Hermione," Harry said, grinning down at her. His huge cock bulged against his trousers as he gave Narcissa and Daphne kisses, and he notice Hermione's eyes locking on to that bulge. "Can't say I thought we'd end up here, even when I took control of you. But it feels natural, don't you think?" She gasped and tried to shake her head, but Narcissa was taking control of her before she could actually answer.
--
Pansy watched in shock as her girlfriend got spanked. Her own arse was already smarting from Astoria having disciplined her yet again, just like she had when she'd blackmailed her what felt like ages ago. It had been the same, but also better. Astoria had been just as cruel in some senses this time, but in the best way. The parts that Pansy wanted to feel harsh, namely the intensity of the spanking, were exactly where she wanted them to be.
But she'd also been quite kind in other ways where she had been horrid that first time. This time her words weren't meant to shred Pansy to pieces and make her feel as small and insignificant as possible. No, this time Astoria's taunts were meant to make her feel wonderful. They were teasing and humiliating, but Pansy could tell that Astoria was deliberately using her words to increase her arousal.
The touches between her legs had been teasing too, and it had become obvious to Pansy that Astoria knew every little trick by now. Anything that could make a witch feel wonderful while being spanked, Astoria used. She'd learned from her experiences as a regular part of this life in all the time that Pansy had been away and rebuilding her own life, and it had all left Pansy a mess. Tears ran down her face, and there might have even been a little bit of snot with how hard she'd sobbed. But there was even more activity between her legs. The only cruel part of it was how much enjoyment Astoria got out of her and Hermione being so pent up before they even arrived. She knew how much that was affecting them, and she had fun with it. Pansy hadn't even been able to beg to cum; her mouth had been stuffed by her own knickers.
Now it was Hermione's turn, and she was in the exact same state Pansy had been in. Her knickers were stuffed into her mouth, and she was sobbing but spreading her legs wide at the same time, trying to beg to be touched through her actions. She stared at Pansy, and Pansy recognized the desperation on her girlfriend's face. It had been the same thing she'd felt when it was her turn.
The strangest thing about this entire experience was that there hadn't been a single second where Pansy hadn't felt like she was with her girlfriend, sharing it all with her. Everything had been done to allow them to look at each other, and in those brief moments where that wasn't the case, it was because they were being teased together by their 'mistresses'.
Hermione might believe that this was Harry's doing, and that he'd told his girlfriends to arrange it this way. Pansy wouldn't be surprised if he had, but she knew that those three didn't need to be given that instruction. They understood this perfectly. This scenario was perfectly natural for them, and they never would have considered anything else as an option. They weren't interested in playing with them individually; they wanted to take them as a pair. They also happened to be their friends who wanted them to fall in love forever, just as they themselves were with each other and Harry. And of course they wanted Hermione and Pansy to be lovers who were submissive to them as a group.
Pansy could hear Gabrielle scream in another loud and obvious orgasm. That sound had been the source of plenty of frustration for both Pansy and Hermione, because while Gabrielle had been put to work by Daphne and Narcissa, she had earned regular rewards for that work. Those rewards were being given not just to make her happy, but to taunt Pansy and Hermione about what they were not getting, at least not yet.
Pansy's distraction ended abruptly as she was yanked up onto her feet by conjured rope that bound her wrists together. The rope tugged harder, pulling her up to stand onto her tiptoes. Hermione was given the same treatment, and the two of them came face to face. The knickers that had been gagging their mouths were removed, but before Pansy could lean her head forward to capture her lover's lips, a cup was thrust against her lips and she was made to drink a healthy amount of water. Hermione was forced to do the same, though she didn't seem any happier about it. They needed the water, but they needed each other just as badly.
"We'll give you a moment to talk, snog, or however you two lovebirds choose to pass the time while we get ready for the next part," Daphne said, laughing.
"Pans…" Hermione mumbled, looking at her oddly. Pansy knew what that look was all about, because she felt the same.
"I need it so badly," she said. Hermione managed a weak giggle.
"You look just like you did when I denied you myself," Hermione said. "Just worse. Much worse." Pansy laughed herself, but it was cut short as they began to snog frantically. When they finally pulled apart, Hermione's cheeks were flushed. "You were so right, Pans," she said. "About everything." Pansy grinned, but Narcissa cut in before anything more could be said.
"We can sit here and let you two snog all night, if you'd like," she said sarcastically. "Or we can get started on the next bit of fun. It's up to you."
"Please!" Hermione and Pansy said in unison. Their three mistresses laughed, but Gabi did not join in. It looked like fatigue was starting to set in with her, and with good reason. She'd enjoyed numerous orgasms over the course of all the spanking and taunting that Pansy and Hermione had received.
"Charm them up, Stori," Daphne said. "I think Miss Parkinson needs to be reminded what it feels like to think only about relief from pleasure that she never truly receives." Her voice left no doubt that they were in for a rough time. It was more foreboding than Pansy had expected from her, and that foreboding sent her arousal shooting up along with it. "And Miss Granger needs to understand what this charm means. Otherwise they'll both likely disobey, and then they'll earn themselves a much longer sentence than the mere few hours they're about to go through."
"Hours?!" Hermione squealed as the charm hit her. Daphne licked her cheek, staring at Pansy as she did.
"Yes, Miss Granger," she said. "Hours. You don't get to cum until my boyfriend's amazing cock is inside of you. Unfortunately for you, I'm afraid we may have lied to him and told him that you'd get off with us first so he would agree to join my mother until my father returns from the quidditch match. Until then, we're all alone."
Pansy gasped, only now realizing just what they were in for. Hermione's eyes were as wide as saucers as she came to the same realization. If Harry were here, they would be moments away from being allowed to cum at last. But with him gone, it seemed that relief was not coming nearly as soon as they had been counting on.
"We're going to be punished for that little deception," Astoria said, giggling like she didn't much mind the idea of being punished. "He'll probably make us spend some time suffering under the charm too. But it'll be worth it to see you two hanging here, pressed up against each other and begging for mercy while we take turns fucking you until your minds go blank."
Pansy and her lover cried out both in pleasure and in despair, knowing that this immense pleasure was soon going to become torture thanks to the charm they were both now under.
"Don't worry about that, little princess," Narcissa said, Pansy just barely able to make it out over the sound of her girlfriend's screams, not to mention her own. "You won't be denied tonight, and I'm sure Harry won't put you through it either. Unlike us, you're innocent in this little deception. But you should still be worried about something else until your master arrives, because we have plans for you too. We're trying just the opposite of what we're doing with Hermione and Pansy. With you, we're going to see if we can make your mind go blank due to receiving too much pleasure and having too many orgasms. And it starts right now."
--
Pansy had been through a lot in the past, but she'd never felt like this. She'd spent two weeks under this charm before, edged and denied every day throughout that period, but the two hours that she and Hermione had been under its power and at the mercy of their three mistresses was so much worse.
They had not been joking or exaggerating about their plans in the slightest. Pansy and Hermione had begged for mercy while hanging there, just like they'd said. They'd snogged wildly at first, but then it had gotten so bad that they'd had to beg for mercy. When that didn't work, they each tried begging for mercy for the other at their own expense. None of their pleas had gotten them anything though. They'd merely been laughed at and sarcastically encouraged to keep begging by three bitches who had no intention of showing mercy.
Even knowing it wasn't going to work, they were so desperate that they had to keep trying. They kept pleading until they couldn't, and it hadn't mattered one bit. They'd just remained hanging there by the wrist, face to face, their bodies pressed tightly together as they didn't receive even the tiniest scraps of relief.
Currently they were wrapped up together, whimpering into each other's mouths as they kissed mindlessly. They had been fucked hard and were full of pent-up arousal from orgasms that were snatched away at the moment where release should have hit, stacking on top of each other and compounding their problems each time.
--
"If that's the punishment you three want, I'll do so," Harry said, laughing. "But unless you actually want it, I don't plan on it. You weren't quite as clever as you think, you know. I figured you'd do something like this all along. And based on how they keep snogging even now, I think you've definitely broken both of them in the best way possible."
They giggled while clinging to him, and Hermione watched Harry approach her while accompanied by all four witches he was dating. His big cock looked even bigger than she remembered it being. She'd already had it inside her before, but she wondered now if it would fit. It had to fit. She and her girlfriend were about to lose their minds with lust. They'd been fucked for Merlin knew how long, their arses were red and sore from being spanked originally, and then spanked again while down on all fours getting fucked.
For some reason, Hermione had expected Narcissa to be the roughest of the three witches who were tasked with controlling them tonight. But it was Daphne who seemed to enjoy dominating most of all. Even now, she stared down at Hermione with that smirk she'd become simultaneously afraid of and aroused by throughout the night. She knew that she and Pansy would be seeing that look many times in the future, even if they had to beg for it.
"Be good pets and show my boyfriend your latest trick," Daphne said. "Roll over for him." Why was it that the combination of her tone, the look on her face and the words that came out were so humiliating and yet made Hermione even more desperate to obey? And why did Pansy clearly feel the same way?
Hermione had figured that Harry would be the one who left the greatest impact tonight, but it was starting to feel impossible that this could be the case. He'd promised that his girlfriends would make it so anything else but this would not be enough for them, and there was no doubt now that he'd been right when he said that. Hermione and Pansy rolled over and spread their legs. What little pride might still exist somewhere within them was not even close to enough to make them hesitate. They would do whatever it took to get fucked by Harry, and to be allowed to cum at last.
Harry picked Pansy up and put her down on top of Hermione, who felt true despair in knowing that she wasn't going to get to cum first. But she was excited for her girlfriend at the same time, knowing that she'd been waiting just as impatiently to finally experience her climax.
He didn't let them start to snog again, because his massive cock slapped down onto Pansy's back while he yanked her back by the hair. He pulled her so hard that it almost looked like he was trying to fold her in half backwards, and it left Pansy looking bowed more than Hermione thought was possible. This was not an easy thing to manage, because Hermione knew just how flexible her girlfriend was.
"She gets to go first," Harry said, staring at Hermione while lining himself up with her girlfriend's cunt. "It's her reward for being so willing to put herself through another week of frustration just so you could get off. She had a much better idea of what she was in for than you could have, and she still offered to make that sacrifice for you. I think she earned the right to go first." Hermione couldn't find any logical fault in what Harry was saying. She hadn't considered it during the act, but now that he had reminded her of it, it made her fall in love with Pansy a little bit more than she had been seconds earlier.
The other witches involved showed their exhaustion for the first time, slumping down and cuddling together. Of course they were exhausted; they'd fucked Hermione and Pansy without pause, and they'd used charms and dildos to give themselves so many orgasms along the way. They'd also fucked Gabrielle so hard and for so long that she was practically passed out in their arms. Now they were showing that they were human, and that even they had their limits.
Thank Merlin they were worn out, too, because Hermione knew it was going to be hard enough for her and Pansy to handle just Harry at this point. If any of those three had energy left to jump in, there was no telling what might happen.
Pansy screamed suddenly, and Hermione watched her girlfriend's eyes roll back into her head as Harry pounded her hard enough to abruptly cut those screams off. Little exhales of air were all she could make after that, and Pansy just silently screamed in pleasure until Harry finally backed off slightly so she didn't fall apart completely. From the moment her orgasm started, Pansy had struggled to even take in a breath. She definitely needed the reprieve Harry gave her.
But even with as much as it had taken out of her, the look on Pansy's face left little doubt in Hermione's mind that it had been the best orgasm she'd ever seen her girlfriend have. She wrapped her arms around Pansy's neck and kissed her deeply while Harry allowed her body to straighten so it wasn't bent backwards so awkwardly. That didn't mean that he was finished with her, though. His hips continued to slam into her hard enough that Hermione could feel the force via her girlfriend's mouth.
--
"Pansy, didn't we tell you to clean your girlfriend up with your tongue so we could get some sleep?" Astoria teased. "Instead you got her so aroused that she's begging for more." Daphne and Narcissa laughed, but their veela playmate was in no condition to offer any response, passed out between them as she was.
"She just tasted so good that I couldn't help myself," Pansy replied. Astoria laughed and scooted to the side a bit, giving Pansy room to cuddle together in bed while they watched the show.
"And to think we could have been doing this for ages now, if not for Harry being so worried about it complicating his years of friendship with Hermione," Daphne said. "Honestly!"
Pansy yawned loudly, and that got Hermione's attention. Harry noticed, chuckling. "I'll give you what you want," he said. "But we're going to do it elsewhere. They don't look like they can stay awake any longer." Hermione went to speak, but Harry shook his head. "No arguing, silly. You can't seriously be forgetting who's calling the shots here already."
"No, sir," Hermione said, whimpering. "I just…I wanted to kiss my girlfriend goodnight."
Harry's smile softened. "Of course. Go on then; I'll be downstairs." Hermione rushed over and gave her sleepy girlfriend a deep kiss.
"Love you, Mione," Pansy mumbled, sounding half asleep already. "Enjoy yourself. And don't you dare worry about having fun while I'm not around. I'll only be upset if you don't make the most of having that huge cock inside of you. Who gives a shite if the owner of that cock fucked me until I passed out, with some help from his girlfriends?"
Hermione giggled. "Love you, too." She paused and looked up at said girlfriends. "Thanks for tonight. It was exhausting, but…wow."
Daphne rolled her eyes playfully. "We enjoyed it as much as you did, I promise. You can thank us properly by being a good slut for our boyfriend tonight. And maybe a few other ways tomorrow before you leave, too."
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Harry laughed and put his empty glass of water down on the table, and Hermione squeaked in surprise as he nonchalantly tossed her over his shoulder like a caveman and carried her out of the kitchen.
"I'm actually surprised that you thought that, with all their experience at sharing, there could be even a possibility of them not making everything about you and Pansy," he said. "But I'm glad you enjoyed sharing it together. That was the point." He was right, of course. Hermione had seen how close the bond was between those witches, who were all dating each other as well as Harry. It shouldn't have been any surprise that they knew just what to do to bring her and Pansy closer together while they fucked them.
Harry set her down and grabbed her chin gently. "I can't say I ever thought we'd do anything intimate together, or that we'd end up here," he said. She nodded, having felt the same way. "But I have a feeling you and Pansy will be coming over for more in the future."
"Yes, I think you're right," Hermione said confidently.
He laughed. "I doubt you'll be able to do it often; I saw how much tonight took out of you. But that'll just make every time you do come over that much more special, hmm?"
Hermione blushed and nodded. "I hope so," she whispered. She knew that he was right about them not being able to do this regularly. She doubted either she or Pansy would be able to handle it, physically or mentally. They couldn't do this kind of play night in and night out, and she wasn't sure that she would have wanted to even if her body could have kept up. But as a special occasion, one that they had a chance to anticipate and plan for? It was possible that there could be more nights like tonight. Just thinking that stole the breath from her lungs.
"Just to be clear, nothing I said in my office has changed," he said, his voice firmer now. "I took control of your sex life, just like you and Pansy wanted, and I expect obedience there. You got a taste of what it feels like when you and your girlfriend are good little girls for me, and I know my girlfriends love it. So you have two choices. You can be obedient, and we'll not only be able to have more nights like tonight in the future, but I'll see to it that the sex between you and Pansy will be more enjoyable than it ever was before as well. There are so many ways I'll be able to make your fun with Pansy even better, Hermione; ways you can't even imagine. And I'll be very generous, so long as you listen to what I say like a good girl. Or you can be disobedient, and instead of orgasms and sexual bliss, denial will become a regular, unwelcome companion in your bed. How it goes will be up to you and Pansy."
"We'll be good, sir," she panted. "I promise." He grinned at her, and the look in his eyes made her stomach flip more violently than it did when she tried to fly a broom. He had her on the ground in a flash, his arm under her hips and his hand buried in her hair while his cock lined up to enter her. This cock was sure to break her one day; and Pansy too.
How had she ever even humored Ginny about him being a bit of a pussy? The exact opposite was true. Honestly, if he wasn't her best friend in the world and if she didn't know the truly selfless and caring person he really was, she would be terrified at what he could do to her and the power he now held over her. But it was because he was him that she could trust him with this, and why the intense nature he displayed at times like this brought her only arousal rather than fear.
Her life had changed so much since she got to know and eventually fell in love with the new version of Pansy, the one that Harry had helped bring out. She had her parents back thanks to Daphne, who ironically had been the biggest bitch of all to her tonight (but a bitch in the most satisfying way possible, of course.) Her sexual horizons had been broadened and she'd learned to accept kinks she hadn't even known she'd had thanks to Pansy. And now she was happy to put control of her sex life, as well as her girlfriend's, in the hands of her best friend. It was a decision that the old Hermione would have found unconscionable, but she had no doubt that Harry was going to reward her trust.
"Just so you know where I stand on this, I'll tell you the same thing I told my girlfriends when they asked," he whispered into her ear. "In public, you're still my best friend. Maybe I have a greater appreciation for how fucking sexy my best friend is now, but nothing will change as far as how I treat you."
Hermione liked the sound of that; she didn't want anything to change as far as their friendship was concerned. But before she could express that, he slammed his cock into her so hard that it felt like he'd socked her in the stomach. Even with how many times that cock had been inside of her tonight, this was such a mighty push that she couldn't help getting winded. While she recovered from that feeling, he continued.
"But in private, I view you and your girlfriend the way we all know you want me to view you," he said. "Once you come in here, or when you and Pansy are in my office for your discipline, you're mine."
He slowly dragged his cock in and out of her, leaving Hermione to marvel at the feeling of fullness. A cock this big really shouldn't fit at all, or it shouldn't feel so damn good to take it at least.
"You'll do as you're told," he continued. "You'll amuse us, and in return I'll take care of you. I'll take responsibility for making sure that you two don't chase down the wrong fantasies, like you almost did with Sebastian. Any time you have something new you're thinking about, you bring it to us. I want to give them to you, provided you're as obedient as you promised, but only the ones that make sense. Cuckolding Pansy was never going to work out, and if my girlfriends had told me that was what you were going to try beforehand, I'd have told you it was a stupid idea. If you'd gone through with it, who knows the damage it might have done to your relationship? It's a good thing you've left everything in my hands now, because I'll make sure that you two both have fun and get closer throughout it all."
He started to fuck her hard yet again, but she knew that this was only hard by her standards. She'd seen firsthand what he was capable of, and for him this was the sexual equivalent of climbing on his broom for a leisurely fly on a lazy afternoon day. But for her, it was enough to make her claw at the ground and cry out in pleasure and pain as his cock crammed in deeper than it should be able to reach. This was yet another reason that she and Pansy could not throw themselves headfirst into being here at all times. The discipline sessions with Harry and his cock would be enough to leave them sore as it was; taking this, plus everything his girlfriends could throw at them, nightly or even weekly would have been too much.
Harry wasn't even breathing heavily, and he watched her reaction with an amused smile. It was humiliating knowing that he could make her feel like this when he was taking it so easy on her by his standards.
He suddenly paused, and she fell down prone onto the ground. He slammed into her, moving down until he was flat on top of her. One of his hands found her throat while the other yanked her hair back to make her head twist back to look at him.
"Whether you're here or not, I own your and Pansy's sex life now, don't I?" he asked, smirking. "And now that I know you two can be trusted to follow instructions like good girls, we can really start to have fun. But before you commit to this for real, you nee to understand one thing." A slow stroke in and out made Hermione arch her back and try to get him all the way back inside of her. He laughed at her needy display before continuing.
"I know my girlfriends didn't hold back, and I'm sure that you and Pansy know that everything's changed," he said. "You both know there's no coming back from this, and you'll never cum as hard as you did tonight unless you come back here for more. And all you need to do to make sure that this arrangement lasts is answer one question. What title do you and Pansy want to use for me when we're in private? Obviously my girlfriends will all be mistresses, save for Gabrielle, who would probably cower if you even tried to give her such a title. But I'll let you choose what you call me." He smiled. "I control everything else about your sex life now, but I'll give you this one. Choose wisely."
"Master!" she cried out. It should have been terrifying to call him that voluntarily, but it felt right. He paused mid-thrust, and she thought she might have fucked it all up by calling him that. His girlfriends had said that he didn't like that title, and he was slowly working to get Gabrielle to stop using it even in private.
He let out a rough laugh. "I hated that word," he said. "I'm sure you can guess why even better than any of them could." Of course she could. She'd fought by his side through it all.
"I didn't enjoy hearing Gabi use it, but I knew it wasn't her fault. That's why I was dealing with it until she got used to the fact that I wasn't her master, and that she wasn't a 'slave' or anything I would care so little about." He smiled slowly. "But for you, it sounds right. Maybe I shouldn't fight against it, if that's what you want to call me." He started to fuck her again, slowly increasing his pace, but even as his hips sped up he was able to talk as casually as he would have if he was completely still. "I guess there's nothing wrong in letting you use it if that's what you want. It's just a word--and our idea of what that word means doesn't have to be the same as it's always meant to me."
Hermione moaned loudly as he pulled her hips back up high. His other hand didn't leave her hair, but rather than pulling on it, he pushed her face down on the ground until he had her bent painfully. While holding her like that, he fucked straight down, like he wanted to drive his cock into her stomach.
"There you go, my best friend turned slut," he growled. "Take your master's cock like a good girl. You and your girlfriend are mine now, and you'll never forget it, even when you're enjoying a night alone together. And you love it, don't you? You love giving control to me."
His hand left her hair so he could use it to smack her already sore arse over and over again. She kept her face on the ground, not that she had much choice anyway with how her back was bent, and acknowledged the truth.
"Yes, master!" she screamed. "You own both of us! We're yours!" Obviously Pansy was her lover, and that wasn't changing. She felt even closer to her girlfriend now than she had before tonight. But the idea of being Harry's didn't end when they left. He'd taken control, after all, just like they'd wanted him to, and he would have a say in what they got up to even when she and Pansy were alone. It felt exhilarating, and her mind raced with the possibilities. But for right now, it was the screaming orgasm he fucked her to that was most important.
"So quick to cum," he said, laughing. "You're going to be so much fun to play with, Miss Granger. Now let's see if you can handle a few minutes of what you're going to need to learn how to take from your master."
He started fucking her harder, and she screamed loudly at the impossible. It took her a moment to realize that her screams weren't actually coming out even though her mouth was wide open and trying to let them out. How was he doing this, and more importantly how was she surviving it? Most importantly of all, how did she and Pansy live without this before now?
She was exhausted a few minutes later. Her eyes were rolled back, and another climax had sapped all energy from her body. He still wasn't showing her any mercy though; in fact he was fucking her harder than ever. Suddenly her body was being flipped over, and then he was cumming all over her face. He moved to kneel behind her after he'd finished, and she figured he would pull her head into his lap or some similar, gentle gesture. Instead, he pulled her mouth open.
"I can accept that you won't always clean up the mess you leave behind at the end, but you'll need to at least clean your master's cock," he said. "I'll help you this time, but next time you'll have to beg for such help. And if I'm willing to give you that help, it'll happen just like this."
Hermione screamed around his entire cock as it entered her throat unexpectedly. "If you'll relax so you can take all of your master's cock and get it nice and clean, I'll lick both you and your girlfriend tomorrow," he said. "Or we can stop here and go to bed. I may own your choices, but I'm not going to be cruel about it. There will be times where I let you two choose your own fates, and this is just such a time."
She tried her hardest to relax her throat, and he took the hint on her answer and slowly eased in. She barely managed to take it all without passing out, but manage it she did.
"Okay, you're definitely properly broken in now," he said, laughing. "The fun is over for tonight. You were wonderful, Hermione: an Outstanding for sure. Let's get you upstairs and into bed. I'm sure Pansy hasn't managed to fall asleep just yet, and won't until you're back. And I think you'll both need plenty of sleep after tonight."