Narcissa blushed as everyone in attendance at evening dinner laughed at her being led off by Harry. She hadn't teased Fleur that cruelly after the veela had forgotten to use magic to remove or at least conceal the various hickeys Edmund had left all over her neck. She'd had her fun, yes, but when Fleur came back in looking like that after supposedly going to use the loo, Narcissa felt she was well within her rights to tease her about it. She felt like she was even helping them play into their fantasy of 'sneaking around' by calling them out on it!
She looked up into Harry's face as they made it into the living room, and he gave her a grin. "You didn't actually step out of line, just to be clear," he said. "Everything you said was perfectly appropriate and deserved after Fleur came back in looking like that. You probably even helped them enjoy it more. But I felt like spanking you, and your teasing gave me the perfect excuse to do it."
"Well, I guess I'm happy I didn't hold back then," Narcissa said, giggling. Then she squealed in a very undignified manner when he yanked her over his lap without warning and pulled her arms up so he could yank her dress over her head without difficulty.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her knickers didn't even attempt to cover her arse. It was really just a thin string between her cheeks, and Harry probably wouldn't even be able to see it aside from when he spread her cheeks apart while groping them. After doing exactly that, his hand started to rain down spanks on her arse, making her squeal and wriggle in his lap. He stopped the wriggling by clamping his leg over hers and roughly pulling her hair with his free hand.
Narcissa shrieked with each spank, and her arse was burning by the end of it. He may have just been using her cheeky behavior towards Fleur as a pretext for spanking her, but the spanking itself was for real. He put her through quite a lot, especially considering he was only using his hand. She was sniffling not long into it, and her eyes were starting to glisten. She was used to being spanked by now, and found them nearly as arousing as Astoria did. Narcissa also felt that she took them rather well, so him getting her eyes to water with only his hand took more than a casual effort from him.
He wasn't done, either. He conjured a heavy, flat-backed hairbrush to use on her arse next, and it struck true. It was more difficult for her to endure than a mere paddle would be, but also more arousing at the same time. While Astoria loved the pain and the submission, what really got Narcissa going was the domestic nature of it. The Lord Black spanking his Lady Black with a hairbrush for being unruly thrilled her to her core.
She was sobbing openly when he spread her legs, but she obeyed even through her sobs. He gave her no mercy, using the hairbrush on her inner thighs now until she broke completely. For a spanking that had been given for fun and amusement, he'd thrashed her as if she'd actually needed to be punished for real.
Narcissa was only just realizing that he hadn't silenced the room, meaning that everyone having dinner had heard every plea, every shriek and every sob she made as he spanked her. As she was still absorbing that, he tugged her poor excuse for knickers down, forced her down onto her knees and put his hand on the back of her head to push her head down while he slammed his cock into her.
He was so gigantic that she never truly got used to it, and that was perfect. She didn't ever want to get used to it, because feeling him stretching her to her limit each time he took her was a wonderful thing. Her sobs quickly turned to wild moans and howls while he fucked her. When he decided that he wanted to spank her poor arse at the same time, she screamed and came hard.
Harry finished up quickly after that as well, emptying his balls inside of her. while her screams settled back down into sobs. After a few brief moments to tend to her and comfort her, he hauled her back up to her feet. Narcissa turned to him and kissed him on the lips desperately.
"You really get off on everyone hearing you, don't you?" he asked as their lips broke. Narcissa pulled away and grinned at him.
"And you really get off on spanking me until I sob like a little girl," she said. "And then you go for more." He chuckled and shrugged, unrepentant. Then he took her by the hand and casually started to lead her back in to finish their dinner, and she gave him a disbelieving look. Was he really expecting her to go straight in there after that?
"You're going to sit down and eat," he said, smirking at her. "You're going to wince, grimace, groan, and plead with your eyes for me to show mercy on you and take you upstairs to apply the salve to your arse. I know your bum is in a horrible state right now, but you'll suffer through it. And do you know why you'll suffer through it?"
Narcissa just shook her head, though she knew the answer. He knew it too, and he pressed against her and murmured it into her ear.
"You'll do it because, when I do take you upstairs to give you that salve, you're already going to be wet," he declared. "I'll take you up there, and you'll be ready for me. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk back down the stairs on your own, and Ill let everyone hear it."
Narcissa shuddered, valiantly trying to control her panting as he led her back in to sit down at the dinner table. Snickers, smirks and knowing smiles were there to greet her, and of course the teasing started in right away once she whimpered while sitting back down in her chair as gently as she could.
Harry had better hurry up, and not because it really was agonizing to sit in her chair while her arse felt like this. He needed to hurry up because she was already soaked, and she needed to get fucked just as hard as he had promised her he would fuck her.
--
Astoria gasped, sucking in as much air as she could before her ability to do so vanished once again.
Usually, her vision going this blurry, her feeling this dizzy and experiencing this intense pleasure would have come while she was sucking his cock. That was how she got nearly every time she sucked his cock now. Actually, if she stopped to think about it, it had happened every single time without fail for the last two months at least. Even when she was sucking his cock gently by her standards, it still happened. She loved having him casually enjoying her mouth.
But this time, her vision was blurry and she felt dizzy for a different reason, and an even more enjoyable one in her opinion. As much as she enjoyed sucking his cock, it wasn't quite as good as having his cock inside of her, and it couldn't touch the pleasure she felt when he got really rough with her.
The others could find enjoyment in him getting really rough with them on certain occasions, but if Astoria had her way, she would get it all the time. If she was in control at all times, her body probably would have broken down. It was up to Harry to maintain the balance by holding back on how frequently he fucked her like that. It was unusual, and she knew that very few wizards would have had the restraint to keep that balance in his position when she was perfectly willing to have him break her. But that was just the kind of man Harry was.
Right now, however, he had decided to give her the sort of fuck he rarely gave her. If the other girls could only occasionally find it in them to enjoy the level of roughness that Astoria defaulted to, she would say that the way he was fucking her now was her version of loving it only on the right occasion.
Her filthy mind would have wanted it all the time, unlike the others who were more realistic about how often they could get fucked hard enough to ache and form bruises on their pelvis. This was even beyond that level, and Astoria could admit that it wouldn't be good if she could have it often. As much as her horny brain might have wanted it, her body would break down if she got fucked like this very often.
But it felt amazing right now, just as it always did every time that Harry gave in to his darker sexual urges. They weren't dark in the way that some light wizards might use the word. They were just a bit more demanding and aggressive, but the nature of it was never what she knew he worried it might be. Astoria believed that he was finally beginning to accept that truth.
He had her bent in half, with her knees up by her head. Her legs weren't bent though. There was no mercy shown in the face of any discomfort or outright pain that she felt merely from being bent into this position. And there was certainly not any mercy in the brutally hard thrusts he gave her. He fucked her so hard that, when he released her throat to let her breathe, she found that she couldn't manage it.
His thrusts were too much, and only when he shifted to regain his leverage so he could fuck her harder did she get air. That air just barely kept her conscious as he fucked away, slamming into her and fucking the air right back out anyway. But the euphoric feeling it gave her was everything that she craved so badly all wrapped up into one. That she only got to experience it rarely made it feel all the more special to her.
Harry fucked her so hard that he wasn't speaking. He was panting with the exertion of his thrusts, which was a rare thing for him with how fit he was. Anyone who saw his fit, muscular body would assume he had plenty of stamina, but not even the sexy body that made them all drool gave away just how much endurance he had. He never seemed to get physically tired from sex, and in fact, in her experience there weren't many things in general that exhausted him at all.
Astoria came hard, nearly succumbing to the darkness creeping in from the edges, but she avoided it because he eased up slightly once her cunt stopped clenching around his cock. He kissed her rather tenderly, all things considered, and then he flipped her over so she was prone on the bed. She couldn't support herself in any other position, and he knew it. He had been fucking her for Merlin only knew how long, and it had broken her in the best way possible.
Harry just lay on top of her, yanking her hair harshly with one hand while he used his other arm to put her in a headlock that most would probably have considered too rough to be enjoyable. Even the other women he loved would more than likely have felt the same way unless the mood was just right, but not Astoria. For Astoria, this was perfect.
"I'm going to fill you up again," he growled into her ear. "Only then are you allowed to pass out or die, my little masochistic slut."
Obviously Harry would never even allow her to approach the latter. Long before her own questionable self-preservation instincts would even have a chance to kick in for her own protection, Harry would back off and protect her from herself. He'd used the word only because he knew how it would hit her, and so it did. She felt her cunt fluttering already, as if her body even had the energy to withstand another orgasm!
He fucked her hard, making her body bounce off of the bed and her arse jiggle the entire time his hips weren't directly pressed up against it. She ended up cumming together with him, which clearly had been his plan all along. He would have noticed her body giving off the indication that she was about to hit another orgasm as easily as she'd noticed it herself. At this point, he could read and understand any change in breathing or any twitch or expression she made.
"Astoria," he moaned into her ear. It almost made her orgasm start over again. He'd started doing that during one of his orgasms every time he fucked her or the others lately, and they'd all agreed that it only made it more intense and more enjoyable. It shouldn't have been possible for him to find a way to do that, but none of them were very surprised that he'd found a way.
She didn't pass out, and of course dying had never seriously been a concern. She just mewled and cooed mindlessly, like he'd fucked the last shred of intelligence she'd had left right out of her. Harry lovingly tended to her and comforted her by applying salve to any part of her that looked like it might bruise.
But, just as she loved and demanded of him, he applied only enough to stop the bruising. He wasn't thorough enough with the salve to remove all of the lesser aches and pains, While it would have been his instinct to take care of it all, Harry had accepted that the little lingering aches that served only to send her thoughts right back to the amazing fuck that had brought them about were an important aspect of what she loved about being shagged this hard.
Astoria didn't need any additional reasons to get aroused while thinking about him, of course. But she hadn't heard him or anyone else complaining when the little aches made her even more eager to fuck or have fun.
"I didn't pass out, sir," she said, teasing him.
Harry laughed. "Only because your mistress has use for you when she returns, love." Astoria smiled, and he gave her face a tender little pat. "You're almost as energetic as me these days, you know."
"Not even close," she said, rolling her eyes. "You work at your job, and then you do the work required of you as Lord Potter-Black. Then you fuck at least four witches a day--hard. And if that's where the fun ends for you for the day, that means it was a very slow day by your standards."
"Well, what idiot wouldn't make sure he did everything he could when the reward is having you four with me?" he threw back.
"That was sappy," she giggled. "But after a fuck like that, I'll allow it, sir." Harry just gave her a loving kiss.
--
"I think it's safe to say that you're allowed to think of her as Mistress Aella, little princess," Harry said while giving Gabi's arse a pat. "Luckily for you, it seems she has something fun planned to celebrate it." She blushed, but looked excited by that. Aella couldn't help laughing fondly.
"Indeed I do," she said. "Hurry upstairs, little one. I'm in the mood to see that beyond-perfect arse over my knee until I turn it a nice shade of red. I'm curious to see how many orgasms my fingers can get out of you while I do it, too. And if you're a good girl, maybe at the end you can show me how well-trained your tongue is. If it's as wonderful as I expect it to be, I can reward you with mine. But if you fail to meet my expectations, well, I can finish up the spanking properly without any fun at all."
Gabi was panting with lust by this point as she took Aella's hand. "I'll do my best!" she said. "I swear I will, mistress!"
"I know you will," Aella said, grinning. "Because you're a good girl. Now, get upstairs and strip down. I'll be up to join you in a second."
Harry shook his head with a smile, pulling Aella in and giving her the kiss she obviously wanted. "Did admitting that you wanted to try being the dominant party for a change, and then being denied and having to pamper the others instead, wake something up inside of you?" he asked.
"Maybe, sir," she said, shrugging. "But I'm sure you aren't complaining about having a very willing and eager helper to handle that adorable little one."
"We're starting to get a better handle on it these days," he said. "But I'm certainly not going to tell you that you can't help, or that you can't have fun with her either. I'm actually surprised it took this long."
"I wanted to let things settle first," she answered with a laugh.
"Well, consider them settled, I guess," he said, rolling his eyes. "Now, don't keep her waiting. Hurry up there and take care of her. She looks more excited than I've seen her in a while. So do you, honestly. I think she might have felt a bit bad that you didn't take that role. You know how she is. Make sure you both enjoy it now that you have."
"Oh, no worries there, Harry," she said, strutting away to tease him. She began to feel the dominant side she was about to let out with Gabi taking over, and she quite liked the feeling. She paused to look back at him, and the hungry gaze he was giving her arse was a wonderful boost to her ego. She did still need to hurry, so she couldn't revel too much in it. It was a common sight, so as much as she would have enjoyed lingering to revel in Harry's lust a bit more, she asked her question.
"Assuming this goes as well as I expect it to, you wouldn't be against it if I enjoyed it on a fairly regular basis, would you?" she asked. She was pretty sure of the answer, but it couldn't hurt to clarify.
"Of course not, Aella," he said kindly. "As much progress as we've made with Gabi, we will be happy to be able to help her find and indulge in as many unique ways as possible to enjoy taking care of her submissive desires. Do keep in mind that she does have school every weekday, and not all of her work gets done in the days she comes to spend time in my office. Obviously, we need to make sure she's not worked so hard that she doesn't have time to keep up with her work and relax. But other than that, you're welcome to have fun with her whenever you like and she's available. I'm sure the others will happily share if you want to join in at the same time."
"That says wonderful," she said, grinning. "Thanks, Harry!" She hurried up the stairs, now more than ready to get started. The idea of her girlfriend's little sister writhing and doing anything she said was even more intoxicating to her than she'd imagined it would feel!
--
Daphne groaned in mild pain as Harry's gigantic cock pressed into her arse. But the groans just as quickly melded into moans as her body adjusted to the invasion. Taking his cock in any way always necessitated an adjustment to his size, even now. Her arse was definitely the hole that had 'adapted' the least, for obvious reasons. It had probably already adapted to Harry's cock about as much as it ever would, because his size was just so abnormal and intimidating. Her arse wasn't designed to take a cock, let alone a cock like his.
But her bum not being made for this didn't stop it from feeling like it was once he got started. Being buggered by Harry felt oddly incredible--so incredible that she could have mind-blowing orgasms from it quite easily, even without any other form of stimulation.
She moaned and bounced up and down without being told to, because his fingers reached around to touch her cunt and tease her clit with the lightest of pressure. He didn't dive straight into a heavier, firmer press just yet. He would work up to that at the perfect pace, as he always did. But just the little extra touch he gave her to start with already had her in overdrive, and caused her to slam that massive cock into her arse all on her own. She nearly let herself fall straight down onto it without any resistance from her legs to slow her momentum.
Daphne was fucking her own arse while she faced away from him, and she fucked it so hard that there were loud slaps from skin hitting skin. His other hand reached around her body to grab her neck and give her a firm choke, while his fingers on her clit started to become more deliberate and demanding in their rubbing.
It ached, and it burned. That came about because she hadn't given herself the proper amount of time to adjust before she got carried away, but she wanted this feeling. She never wanted to lose this sensation, just as she never wanted to fully adjust to his cock. It should always be a challenge to take it. It felt so good that way, and it was so important that it was truly difficult for them when he forced them to take it all. The difficulty made the play so much better.
She felt so light-headed as she got closer to her orgasm, and he started to thrust up into her to match her slams down onto his cock. He made sure it stayed as rough as it had started, even as her strength faded.
Daphne squirted hard with a silent scream, and before she could even come down fully from the pleasure, he was flipping her face-down onto the floor. He stopped his thrusts for maybe a single, solitary second, and then his hand on her throat was pushing on the back of her head to keep her in place. The other arm looped under one side of her hips and rubbed her clit intensely as the thrusts resumed. She was so sensitive now after just having cum, and the touch made her squeal and shriek. Harry just laughed while pounding her bum as hard as he knew she could take.
It was always just a tiny bit humiliating when he made her cum more than once before he got off while buggering her. It always happened, so it certainly wasn't unexpected, but that didn't prevent the humiliation from existing. She liked that it did, too. She should feel humiliated that he could bring her such pleasure even while fucking her arse, and she was happy that the feeling hadn't worn off with time and experience.
None of it played out any differently when she squirted again this time. There was no position change that followed this time. He didn't let her catch herself, and he didn't allow her to slump down to the floor. He roughly held her hair to pin her down, he held her arse as high up in the air as he could without actually damaging her back, and he absolutely buggered the life out of her. He fucked a third orgasm out of her like this, and that brought her more than mild humiliation. She didn't know how there could be anything left in her to squirt as hard as she did, but somehow this third orgasm was just as intense as the first two had been.
At last, he filled her arse with his cum. She let out an excited moan at the hot cum spraying her insides. It felt so good every single time it happened, no matter where it ended up. She had been fucked into a very content puddle by the end of it, held up only by his arm under her hips. She figured he would let her free from his grasp after that, but instead she was bound up and gagged out of nowhere. Her arms were bound together behind her legs, her face was on the floor and she was folded up to just kneel there, unable to move and unwilling to try. Tipping over would have felt worse than this anyway.
Harry patted her arse, leaned down and kissed the top of her had. "Cissa is going to ravage you with the strap-on in a few minutes," he whispered. "She mentioned that she wanted to, so I figured I would let her find you bound up in such an attractive position for her. She can have some fun being the one to dominate you for once, rather than it always being the other way around." He let with a chuckle, and she moaned into the gag. She wasn't sure whether the moan was more excitement for what was to come, or a futile plea for him to fuck her again.
"Not going to happen, Daph," he said, opening the door. "Maybe after Cissa uses you. She has free reign, so you may not have the energy left for another round by the time she's done with you anyway. She looked quite eager for this."
"Oh my," Narcissa said as she entered a few minutes later. "Our boyfriend really did leave me a wonderful gift, didn't he?" She was smirking. Daphne couldn't see it, but she knew that tone of voice well. It was invariably accompanied by those attractive, terrifying smirks of hers. "Unfortunately, I have to step out for an hour or so. But I don't see why I can't get you nice and warmed up while I'm gone."
After a few swishes of her wand, Narcissa had Daphne getting fucked quite hard in both holes by matching dildo replicas of Harry's cock. She was also stuck in place so she wouldn't tip over. A helpless Daphne tried to plead for mercy, but the gag muffled them, not that the outcome would have changed either way. Narcissa would have laughed at her regardless.
"I want you a mindless mess by the time I'm ready to fuck you," she said. "It's been too long since I've seen you get fucked stupid by anyone but Harry. Those toys aren't going to ease up until an hour has passed. Our little veela will check in on you every so often, but she'll be under strict orders not to free you unless it is absolutely necessary. You're going to go through a wonderful, pleasurable version of hell before I give you everything that I have."
Daphne shuddered hard, starting to cum already from the dildo double penetration. She was afraid of what was sure to be a grueling hour, but the fear couldn't even compare to the arousal. It had been too long since she let Cissa be in charge, and this time she had no choice in the matter. She was right; it would be hell. But it would be the best kind, and no matter how daunting it would be to withstand this for the next hour, she was looking forward to it.
--
Harry was looking towards her, and Hermione could see how amused he was by what she'd just said. She could also tell that her best friend did not agree with the sentiment at all.
He'd teased her about how she'd better not think that she or Pansy were protected from the consequences of poor behavior just because they were at Greengrass Manor. Hermione and Pansy had come far enough that they'd accepted Edmund and Aella's offer to stay without doubting whether or not it was genuine offer or one made purely out of politeness. During that period where Edmund had been helping her and working alongside her, it had all come together. It wasn't a nightly thing, as she and Pansy still spent more evenings spending time with her parents than they did here at Greengrass Manor. But it did happen every night that she worked with Edmund.
Her parents had been spending those nights catching up with friends they hadn't spoken to over the last several years until Harry had healed them, and they'd gone out for plenty of romantic evenings as well. Apparently the false versions of themselves that they'd been while living in Australia had been less romantic than her parents truly were, and the result was that they were behaving almost like newlyweds now that they were themselves again. Thanks to that, Hermione's parents weren't upset any time their daughter informed them that she and Pansy would be spending the evening elsewhere. If anything, they liked not always having to be on the other side of it and letting their daughter know that they were going to have a date night.
Hermione was happy with where things stood with her parents, but she gave Harry a huff and a glare when she saw the way he was looking at her. He moved towards her, and while it seemed like a casual walk, that was just because he had become such a graceful predator. His grace and sure movements were no longer limited just to when he was fighting or doing his auror work. Even with how casual he made it look, his grip was firm as he bent her over the kitchen counter and gave her ten spanks to the arse.
They were hard spanks too; hard enough to make her squeal. They might have been the hardest he'd given her, and she was grateful there had only been ten of them. Each one of them had sounded like a thunderclap to her ears.
"Those were big words, and quite a firm tone too," he said after he was done spanking her. "But look at you now. You're soaked, and putting up no resistance at all. And I bet you're about to be a good girl and thank me for keeping you in line yet again."
She blushed deeply, but there was no doubt about what she would say. "Thank you, sir." Harry chuckled in satisfaction at the expected result.
"I tells the master, the mistress and the flower not to frolics in the kitchen!" an elf said, sounding frustrated.
"Sorry about that," Harry said, though only after getting through his laughter. "I would hate to think that our lack of patience interfered with your work. The food here is always amazing, and we have you to thank for that, don't we?"
Her best friend really had grown into quite a smooth talker, Hermione mused. By the time he was done complimenting the Greengrass elf, Hermione wouldn't have been surprised if the elf would have happily let Harry get right back to what he was doing to her here in the kitchen.
"It seems you've found the wine, so let's go," Harry said instead, patting Hermione's arse. It was only then that she realized she didn't know why Harry was even in there, but she didn't get to ask because they were quickly back in with the others. Her suspicion was that he'd simply felt like playing with her.
"Did you act up, love?" Pansy asked with a smile as they returned. "Or were those loud spanking sounds we could hear from in here coming from somewhere else?"
Hermione blushed, not answering as everyone laughed at her. She would admit that it was good-natured, though. This sort of thing, and the teasing that followed, was frequent enough amongst the group assembled in Greengrass Manor that it wasn't even noteworthy most of the time. The only reason this one was any different was because she was involved, and that was new.
"A few months ago, I never would have imagined that Harry would be disciplining every witch here, except for me and mother," Fleur said, laughing.
"I'm honestly not sure how you've escaped it, flower," Edmund said. "You're the cheekiest witch here, and I certainly wouldn't protect you if he decided you needed it. I'd probably agree with him. And even if I didn't, I'd still find it entertaining."
"Well, fortunately for my arse, I'm wise enough to know what lines shouldn't be crossed," Fleur said, unconcerned.
"I'm not sure if I should be insulted that I'm apparently just kept around to discipline unruly women, or if I should keep my mouth shut and enjoy it," Harry said, earning another round of laughs.
"I guess Edmund's lack of protection for your daughter means that you're the only one here who isn't at risk of ending up with a burning arse, Apo," Aella said, unable to resist poking at Apolline.
"I wouldn't say that," Harry said, before Narcissa could jump in as she appeared on the verge of doing. "We can't have her thinking she's free to act up without needing to worry about consequences. If I'm going to be the one all of you are sent to when you act up, it doesn't seem fair for one of you to be able to do whatever you want. If Apolline earns it, she'll be over my knee just as quickly as any one of you would be. Otherwise, we all know she would take full advantage of being the only witch here without anyone keeping her in line."
Harry, who usually thought it through carefully rather than speaking without thinking in situations like this, seemed to quickly be regretting this uncharacteristically impulsive statement. You had to know him well to be able to tell, but it was there in the brief flicker on his face.
The ladies around the table felt very differently about it though. His girlfriends laughed, openly excited at this show of him breaking a habit and not holding back. And the other witches smiled as well, each of them knowing that while there was discomfort and embarrassment to be found when they were taken over Harry's knee, there was pleasure to be found as well.
Hermione and Pansy shifted in their seats, with their chests rising and falling a bit more with each breath as they grew heavy with excitement. Fleur giggled wildly, and Edmund was obviously amused by the situation as well. Apolline was blushing bright red, while Sebastian was silent next to her.
Apolline glanced at her husband briefly, and anyone who was watching her couldn't miss the smirk that was on her face for a second or two as she did. That was the smirk of a witch who was absolutely in control of their sex life, and knew exactly what was on her husband's mind. That neutral expression on his face might have worked well for him in the political realm, but Apolline saw right through it. If he wasn't careful, he might wind up with a wife who pushed him into that fantasy they'd briefly tried exploring.
"I recognize that look," Edmund said to Fleur, moving everyone on before any awkwardness could creep in. "I thought you said you knew what the limits were?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Edmund," Fleur said, giving him a playful look. She rarely used his first name aside from when she had a specific purpose for it, and this time it was clearly meant to tease. "And I hope you don't believe that your wife will take your side if you keep it up. She likes her girlfriend far more than she likes you! If I make you sleep on the couch, the most she'll do for you is make sure you have a pillow to rest your head on."
"I certainly wouldn't try to stop you, dear," Aella said with a laugh. "Having that whole big bed to myself can be a pretty comfortable way to spend a night every once in a while." Fleur frowned at her, but she just grinned. "Oh, don't even pretend that you wouldn't send him down there, and then minutes later you'd be right down there with him and screaming in ecstasy."
"Honestly, I thought we were bad," Daphne drawled, looking at Harry and their girlfriends. "But now I'm starting to wonder if we're actually the tame group around here. Do you three need us to head home early?"
--
Aella wriggled in Harry's lap, trying to subtly tease him and get him in the mood for more while the conversation continued around them. She almost huffed when his light chuckle and the little squeeze his hand gave on her upper thigh was the extent of his reaction. His girlfriends were on a rare night out without him, spending a girls' night with some friends outside of their regular group. Hermione and Pansy were also part of that outing, so that left just Harry and the two married couples, plus Fleur, in attendance at the usual evening dinner.
Aella had practically licked her lips in anticipation, sure that the lighter guest list tonight would mean she got more attention from him. But he hadn't done that much with her. It had just been a quick shag earlier on, and that was it. Yes, it had been a very fucking good shag, and it was only quick judging by the standards he'd set, but that was hardly the point. In the two hours since he'd come over, that had been all. And that was with her trying to entice him.
She was getting legitimately frustrated by it. He had indicated that he was comfortable going further with her, as she wanted him to, but nothing of the sort had happened since they'd had that conversation. And she had made sure to leave a few moments that gave him the chance to follow through, but he hadn't taken any of those chances. Most nights, she could excuse it because he had so many other witches to take care of in addition to her. But she could not make that excuse for him tonight, because this was one of those rare evenings where all of his attention should have been on her.
The others got up to head to dinner, and once they were out of earshot, she spun around in his lap. "So much for that big talk about corrupting me, or going further with me," she said, not hiding the frustration she was feeling. "Next time, don't make any promises unless you're prepared to keep them."
Harry looked stunned at her words, for good reason. It was the first time she'd actually gotten irritated with him like this. His surprise gave her plenty of time to get out of his lap, walk away and make it almost into the dining room itself before he so much as stood up.
Neither of them acknowledged what she'd said through dinner, and afterwards everyone was heading back to sit as they had been before, including her sitting on his lap. She'd gotten over her irritation by then, so felt quite comfortable reclaiming her chosen seat. After more conversation, the others gradually left the room until it was just the two of them again. She was about to look back at Harry, who she hadn't heard move even after she got off of his lap. His continued silence made her worry that letting her frustration show like that might have upset him.
Before she could actually make her turn, he had her body pressed up flush against the wall. One of his hands was on her throat, and the other shoved its way in between her legs.
"It's amusing how a married, mature, intelligent witch like you is still capable of acting like a silly little girl," he growled into her ear. She shivered at his tone, and at his breath on her ear. "Not everything can happen as quickly as you or I might want it to, you silly girl. I have to be careful, even if all of you might disagree."
He squeezed her throat harder, but not painfully so. He was far too good at this, and far too careful to ever make the choking hurt. No, it didn't hurt; it just felt amazing.
"I made a little comment at dinner accidentally and without thinking the other idea, and look at everything it caused," he muttered. "I'm not blind. I see the same things you do. But I'm able to be as patient as I need to be. I'm not going to leave any room for doubt so that when it does happen, they'll both be fully aware that it wasn't because I pushed for it." Harry rubbed between her legs more firmly, and she spread them as much as she could. She shuddered and arched against him, already incredibly close to cumming.
"But you need to learn how to be patient," he said while continuing to choke her with one hand and rub her with the other. "If I give you what you want, and give you as much of it as you want, it will push those two even more. And we already saw what happens when they try to force it, instead of letting it happen organically. But look how quickly your patience vanished with one little comment. And not only that, the bigger issue is that you're jealous. You're jealous as if that one statement gave Apolline something that I'd promised you, when in reality, it was just a few words spoken without thought. I have four girlfriends, and not only do they not get jealous, they actually get upset with me if I hesitate to do things that I want to do, even if those things would make most witches feel sick with jealousy. Most of the time, you're the same way as them." He licked her neck, and she whimpered at how close she was now.
"But then you have these little jealous moments," he whispered. "It's as if I don't make sure to not only fuck you every day, but find time to spend with you every day too, whether it's just to talk, to cuddle or whatever else. You're not one of my girlfriends, but I make time for you every day like you were, because they certainly view you as being just as good as one. And so do I, even if you are married. So cut out the jealousy, Aella. And don't take that as me telling you to push on things that you shouldn't push on, either. My day has the same number of hours and minutes in it as yours does, and right now I don't have time to accommodate anyone else on top of everything. Unless you want to give up your time with me, so I can make time for Apolline? Is that what you'd like?"
She denied that so frantically that her head flailed from side to side. Even though he obviously hadn't been serious about that, panic was setting in at the mere suggestion.
"That's what I thought," he said, chuckling. "So be my good little girl, just like you are, and I'll give you everything that you want once the time is right." She was about to cum. She felt her legs buckle as it rose up. Harry obviously noticed it too, because he chose that moment to stop. She tried to fuck his hand, or anything she could manage to rub against, but he pinned her even more roughly against the wall to cut that off. The hand that had been touching her between her legs easily grabbed both of her wrists to stop her hands from taking over in the rubbing. Her whine would have been loud if it had been able to come out, but Harry felt it and knew it was there.
"Now then, it's time for your lesson in patience," he said, chuckling. "If you can show me that you're my good little girl after all, the lesson won't be too hard for you to get through." He let go, got a firm grip on her arse and guided her into the other room where the others had gone. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed, and she knew that her intense arousal was clear to everyone. He pulled her down to sit on his lap again, and she panted while everyone else returned to their casual conversation.
"No cumming until I say so," Harry whispered to her. "And that won't be until your married guests have left, for obvious reasons. If you fail, the punishment is that I will have to leave you to play with only your husband and girlfriend for a while."
It was absurd that this was something she actually did view as a punishment, because her marriage to Edmund and their relationship with their gorgeous veela girlfriend was incredible in its own right. But not having Harry there to take care of her too was a fate that she wanted to avoid, and his fingers rubbing at her gently and discreetly made her realize that she may have a hard time meeting his challenge. Much would depend on what he intended to do, as well as how late Sebastian and Apolline stayed tonight. If they lingered, and if Harry seriously tried to finish her, it may be all but impossible.
--
Forty minutes into his teasing, Aella was wriggling in his lap once again. Thankfully she was able to do so subtly enough that it wouldn't appear to be any more intense than her teasing from earlier in the night despite being very different in reality.
Her face was a bit red, but the fire was raging in the fireplace not far away, so her reddened cheeks didn't look unnatural. Or so it seemed to her at least, since no one seemed to comment on her flushed appearance.
Apolline set her drink down and looked at her husband, and Aella held her breath, hoping it would finally be the moment she had been waiting for. "I think it's time for us to depart, husband," the veela said. "You have an early morning, not to mention a long night, ahead of you." Fleur laughed at her own father's embarrassed look, but the moment was softened as he laughed himself. The Delacours got up and said their goodbyes, and Aella did her best to hold on for the final few moments.
"Go on, then," Harry said as soon as they were gone, rubbing her a bit more firmly. She made eye contact with Edmund, who caught on quickly. So did Fleur who leaned forward to get a better look. Aella moaned loudly, loving the way her husband and lover were looking at her right as she squirted all over. The length, torturous, incredible build-up had finally come to an end.
She slumped back against Harry, only to shiver when she realized that he had just given her a small part of what he'd previously promised he would. Somehow she hadn't realized that was what was happening until now, and as soon as she realized it, she felt like she was already halfway to a second orgasm purely from how arousing the thought was.
Aella shivered again at the way her husband was looking at her, and the hungry look in Fleur's eyes as well. But there was jealousy in Edmund's eyes, too. It wasn't the kind of jealousy that led to anger or upset feelings, but it was still there regardless. She had rarely seen that look in his eyes, if ever, and she reveled in seeing it now. She knew he wasn't upset. He was jealous because of how badly he wanted her right then, only to know that he couldn't because Harry had her at the moment.
"I should repay the favor, sir," she said to Harry while grinding her arse into him. He just laughed, and almost instantly she was beside him with her arse high in the air. Her tight skirt was hiked up, Harry's large hand groped her arse and his other hand opened her shirt and removed her bra. Edmund snapped back to reality once she fished Harry's cock out, and he dragged Fleur up. Or maybe Fleur was dragging him. They were both flustered and hurried.
Aella stared her husband dead in the eye while she licked Harry's cock slowly from base to tip. She smirked widely, continuing to stare at him as she opened her mouth and swallowed Harry's cock whole. Edmund stared with even more jealousy, which was the whole point. She stayed at the bottom of Harry's cock while he groped her breasts, and then her arse, with his other hand moving her hair out of the way for her.
Edmund still wasn't upset. She would just get an even better version of what she and Fleur got that time when he purposefully walked in on her and Harry, and she teased him by making him wait as she fucked her young lover. Edmund's response had been a fuck that Fleur had described as the best sex she'd ever had, and Aella would agree that aside from Harry, it was probably the best she'd ever had as well.
"Hurry upstairs, once you're done cleaning up after everything that your teasing caused," Edmund called as he and Fleur hurried out of the room.
"And while you do that, I'll be upstairs taking care of the other things it caused," Fleur threw out.
Harry yanked Aella up by the hair, and since their backs were to them, Edmund and Fleur could not see the smirk he gave her. "Your wife will be busy tonight," Harry sad. "I don't think she's going to make it upstairs at all, because I'm going to keep her for the night. Fleur, I think you'll have a busy night yourself."
Aella ended up with a throat full of cock once again. While she was too distracted to note how Edmund and Fleur had reacted to Harry's parting shot, she did hear her bedroom door slam open and bang against the wall moments later. She knew that sound. It meant that neither Edmund or Fleur had a free hand, or any patience remaining for the aggressive fuck that was surely already underway.
As for her, she received a firm throatfucking from her young lover. It wasn't overly wild, but it was a deliberate reminder of who owned her right now, regardless of them being in her home. It didn't take long for her to get her stomach pumped full of a huge load of cum. As much as she'd pushed for this to happen, Harry enjoyed it a lot himself. Clearly he'd never been holding back from making good on his promise to her because he hadn't wanted to indulge.
"Did you know my godfather used to prank my parents by casting a spell my mum could never figure out how to dispel?" Harry asked after he had flipped her over and bent her in half. "It made all the silencing charms fail for a few hours. He used to use it to interrupt them when they were doing what young newlyweds do, according to what he wrote in the journal that I received when he passed on."
Harry slammed into her hard, and gave her neck a little bite too. "But I think it's more fun to use it in the exact opposite way, as my payback for your husband trying to mess with me when he walked in on us weeks ago."
"Harry!" Aella cried out. "Harry, please, fuck me!" She howled in delight as he started to do just that, and do it hard at that. "Oh, you're so big! No one fucks me like this!" She might have kept going with more comments in that vein if Harry hadn't silenced her with a rough kiss. It was probably for the best that he cut her off. There was no need for her to say too much the first time he finally gave her this.
But she did manage to wrestle her mouth free for another purpose. "Cum with me!" she begged. "Do it inside of me! Fill me up! Fill me up while my husband is right upstairs!" Aella screamed in ecstasy as Harry did exactly what she begged him to do. He wouldn't have been able to control himself or stop himself from cumming inside of her even if he'd tried, and that was a very rare reaction to get from the young stallion fucking her.
Harry picked her up once she was done, leaving her clothes where they were and only cleaning up the other mess they'd made. He gave her arse a smack solid enough and loud enough that she wouldn't have been surprised if Edmund and Fleur could hear it in the bedroom upstairs.
"Are you sure you don't want to go up there and join your husband and your girlfriend?" Harry asked her. He didn't keep his voice down, so they might have heard that too.
"No," she moaned. "Please, take me and fuck me, Harry. I'll beg if I have to. You know I will!"
"Sounds to me like you already are," he said. "But I don't need any convincing. I'll happily take you and fuck you silly, even if you are a married witch with a jealous husband." She moaned at those words, and also in the intense growl from her husband and the loud shrieking moan from Fleur that followed it just before she and Harry apparated away.
--
"While the trade is fair, the answer is still, of course, no," Harry said, smiling at Hermione. "You'll get your usual spanking in just a few minutes, as you do each day, Miss Granger. And before that, you'll explain why you wanted to trade today for both days on the weekend."
"I'm working with Edmund tonight, sir," Hermione muttered, averting her eyes.
Harry chuckled. "And as you have done that with a crimson arse many times already, what makes today different, Miss Granger?"
"He will see it, sir," she replied. Harry finished his work up, sent it off to whoever in the Ministry it was meant for, and then motioned her over to him. He stared appreciatively at her body, naked save for her heels, just as was expected of her. She got down over his lap, and he began to casually fondle her breasts and her arse.
"Ah, he started stripping you down before putting you onto your knees this weekend, did he?" Harry asked while groping her.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir."
He gave her arse a pat. "Well, Miss Granger, have you given thought to the fact that you'll end up having a red arse at some point regardless, likely this week?" She groaned at missing something so obvious.
"And the answer would always be no, anyway," Harry said. "I've sent his own wife back to him fucked to the point of exhaustion and with an arse far worse off than yours will probably be after this. So the idea that I would care if you went over there having obviously been spanked is pretty amusing."
Harry began to spank her hard. "In fact, I think I'm going to make sure you show him your arse as red as it'll ever be right away. I think it's rather generous of me to let you get the worst out of the way early."
He spanked her as hard as he ever had with his hand, and she squealed wildly faster than ever before. By the end of it, she was shrieking and the tears were dripping. During the break, he pulled out the paddle from his desk drawer and rubbed between her legs, letting her moan for a bit.
Once he resumed, he did nothing less than destroy her arse with the paddle. He took her beyond merely sobbing, leaving her sobbing and broken down for him to mold as he pleased, as he had been doing with both her and her girlfriend. She was a broken witch, and also a witch who was as wet as she could get. The harshness of the paddling only made the discipline feel more real in her head, even if deep down she knew it wasn't. The realer it felt to her, the more aroused she became.
He guided her down to her knees, smirking as she gawked at his cock. "Go on, practice for tonight," he encouraged. "If you can suck me off well, you'll be more than ready to impress Lord Greengrass when you thank him with your body."
She whimpered at the way he'd worded it, because it was humiliating and also true. She was doing exactly that, and she loved it. It was a fantasy being fully fulfilled thanks to her involvement with Harry, and only because he allowed it.
He guided her through a deepthroating session, but not a rough one. It was still tough simply because his cock forced her throat to stretch out almost beyond its limits, but he himself wasn't rough with her. She could barely stand it when he was all the way in, and that was where he had her stay the longest, of course. He didn't care, telling her only that she would get used to it soon enough.
She knew he was right, too. That was the worst part, and also the best part at the same time. Eventually he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face. She waited for him to finish and then dutifully cleaned his cock up as required, before almost lovingly putting it away. Afterwards, he scooped the cum off of her face with his fingers and fed it to her, which was new and unexpected. But she obediently and even eagerly let him do it, making him chuckle.
"You were impressive," he said afterwards. "There was no complaining, just gagging, choking and squealing. Now you can get up and bend over." He patted her burning arse, making her squeal even at the gentle tap.
"No salve," he said. "Don't you dare disobey. I'll be checking after your second turn on your knees, with a second wizard, is over. Or you can have some salve, but you won't get to have the reward you earned with your performance, which is to cum."
"No salve!" she said. He laughed, and she whimpered. He put one hand between her legs.
"Go ahead," he said. "Get yourself off."
That was it? All she got was a hand, and she had to hump it like some desperate slut?! But she didn't complain, and she certainly didn't hesitate. She started to grind against his hand, moaning mindlessly, almost crying at how humiliating and arousing this was. It felt like bliss, like a real reward. She was deep into her training already.
"Let me cum!" she begged. "I want to cum!" She wouldn't dare risk doing it without asking for permission first, even with him saying it was her reward.
"Cum," he said, thankfully not dragging it out or making her wait. She squirted all over his hand, and then squirted more as the humiliation of cumming this hard from so little stimulation only enhanced her excitement.
"Lick my hand clean with your mouth," he said once she'd finished. She moved to do so, but he shook his head. "Manners."
"Thank you, sir," she said, breathing heavily. He was smiling at her as she turned back around.
"You're welcome, Miss Granger." He sat down and summoned more work to work on. "I feel in a good enough mood to look over these reports on our successful raid on what we believe to be some of Malfoy's associates, but I do need to concentrate." Hermione got the message, getting dressed quickly.
"Do something nice for your girlfriend and piece your nipples and I'll upgrade your rewards, Miss Granger. But I won't put my mouth between your legs again until then, I'm afraid. Any sluts who answer to me are expected to have them pierced, save for my lovely veela at Hogwarts who desperately wants them, but has to wait until she's finished with school."
She was still blushing at his demand and at his words, knowing that it would likely be done later tonight. Her girlfriend had the piercings waiting already, secretly, but Hermione had stumbled on them while cleaning. Obviously Pansy had already communicated this to Harry, even before she'd asked if Hermione wanted to get them.
Not getting to feel his tongue or cock anymore was unfathomable to her. He could demand far worse from her and still get her to go along with it if losing either one of those things was the alternative. She was as addicted to his tongue and his cock as Pansy, even if she could barely physically survive taking his cock more than once every couple of weeks. She wished she could, but she wasn't as durable as his girlfriends were.
If she was a very good girl, maybe he would lick her more often than that. Hermione blushed hard after realizing what thought had just popped into her head all on its own and without any prompting from Harry. She dove into her work to try to forget her burning arse cheeks, and also the arousal that accompanied them.
Then she realized that she didn't even think to ask how the whole Malfoy situation was even progressing, and hadn't for a while not. But she relaxed, reminding herself that if it wasn't going well, she wouldn't be seeing nearly as much of Harry. If need be, he would sacrifice his playtime with her, Pansy and everyone to make sure he took Draco down.