"Yeah, that makes it five raids on smugglers that have turned out to be Malfoy's associates," Harry said. "Honestly, it seems like he's getting quite desperate. The last two have been failed attempts to move large numbers of the supplies he needs. He was clearly trying to make up for what he lost when we chased him off. But even in his mentally unstable state, I'd have expected him to recognize that attempting to smuggle that much magical energy past the wards was pretty much guaranteed to fail."
"Then that is a good thing, non?" Fleur said hopefully.
Harry paused, considering. "Potentially. All of the things he's tried to smuggle were items we'd already started to deduce he would need to get his hands on, based on what he's attempting to do. His desperation to get everything into Britain means that it all matches up with the timeframe we figured he needs to work within. That means we're definitely right about what he's trying to do, and it also means we're making his life hell. He won't have unlimited supplies, and some of this stuff is difficult to get your hands on even if you have a bottomless vault of gold to throw around."
He got several nods of understanding, but Harry got caught up in a rant thanks to Draco's stupidity. "All of that is good, presuming he doesn't actually attempt this fucking moronic ritual that would supposedly restructure the nature of family magic so it could only be performed if the user had pure magical blood. It doesn't make any damn sense to begin with. It isn't even bloody possible to accomplish, and isn't anything like how family magic works, of course. Family magic is literally nothing more than magic that connects a family together the same way it connects so many other groups together. Like werewolf packs, or centaur herds, for instance. I swear, for someone who has such a high opinion of himself, you'd think he would have been able to see how stupid this all was, at least before he lost the plot altogether."
Realizing he'd gone off on a tangent, Harry cleared his throat and shook his head. "Sorry. That's enough ranting from me. But yes, it's good, as long as we don't let him either blow up magical Britain, or strip everyone in the country of our magic by performing his stupid ritual and causing magic itself to…not want to exist in the geographic region, I guess would be the best way to put it. Basically, if you were to consider magic sentient, you'd describe the result of this ritual as magic getting angry and responding by blowing up the ritual area--which would be all of magical Britain, but also all of the other small islands that the primary leyline provides with magic. Either that, or magic punishes those of us it deems as belonging to Malfoy's group, in the broadest sense possible, by pulling magic itself out of the ritual area entirely. We'd all probably die, and if we didn't, the muggles would probably kill us anyway when we suddenly appeared out of nowhere as far as they were concerned. Those are the prevailing theories that the researchers have come up with, at least, even though they can't really agree on whether or not magic is actually sentient. But I don't plan on allowing things to reach that point either way. "
"So, however you look at it, if Draco actually succeeds in pulling off his stupid ritual, it's going to be very bad for everyone," Edmund summarized.
"Right," Harry agreed. "As I said, it isn't purely a positive that we've been having so much success in stopping him. We have to stop him when and where we can, of course, but desperate people get unpredictable and dangerous when they're backed into a corner. And that's true even with desperate people who are still perfectly sane, so there's no telling what Draco might do when he feels like he's on his last legs. All the reports we've gotten indicate that he's truly unhinged by this point. The best-case scenario would seem to be him coming to Britain himself solely to fight. I could handle that easily. Worst case would be him doing something just as idiotic and destructive as his current plan, only in this case we might not be able to anticipate it or prepare for it at all."
He rubbed his temple, feeling a headache threatening to form as he considered the possibilities. "Overall, catching them in act is a positive result," he said. "The only thing I'm really all that worried about at present is that we still don't have a bloody clue who he's working with. Even the people we've captured in the failed smuggling attempts seem to think he's behind it all, but I just don't see how anyone in his mental state would be able to put any coherent plan together, or delegate tasks with any effectiveness. They've been sloppy, but they definitely aren't just doing as they please or acting without orders and a clear objective in mind. That said, it does seem like he's the one who's been behind pissing away resources during these last two massive failures. With that in mind, I'm hopeful that whoever he's working with has either decided to step away from what they now view as an inevitable failure, or they simply aren't that significant a player. Surely, if they were the real masterminds behind all of it, they would have shut down this latest failure, especially so soon after the previous one went wrong."
Harry paused, giving everyone time to absorb what he'd said, and leaving an opening in case anyone wanted to ask him anything or offer an opinion of their own. Everyone stayed quiet and contemplative, so he eventually broke the silence himself. "That's the update. There's still nothing for us to do about it right now, and I still have no intention of bringing it home from the office with me. That will only happen when I think it can be ended for good. Keeping it in the office also means that if you all get so serious and silent on me each time I update you, I'm not going to give you any bloody updates until something big happens. Now can we go eat? I'm starving."
Daphne laughed. "Yes, love, we can eat right now." she said. "Unless you'd prefer to shag me silly before we do?"
Harry chuckled and winked at her, pleased that she'd helped him return them all to a lighter mood. Edmund's comical groan only helped bring levity back to their gathering after they'd finished discussing the serious topic of Draco and his plot.
"Let's save that for after, dear," he said. "I don't want to rush anything. I'd rather take my time. That way I can really enjoy your screams, you know? Of course, there's always the option of making sure your mouth is full, so you can't scream, and--"
"Yes wonderful," Edmund said, clapping his hands together. "Thank you very much for the update, Harry. Now, let's go an eat before my daughters ruin my appetite, if you please."
--
Astoria arched her back, trying frantically to grab anything she could. But her wrists were bound tight, and she couldn't reach anything to help her.
Narcissa was torturing her, in the best way possible, and had been doing so for at least an hour by this point. It was all so casual for her. Astoria was gagged and bound, and all she had to do was vary the speed of the toys moving inside of her, and occasionally give Astoria a lick or a touch herself. She always made sure to deny her right before the orgasm she so badly craved. The worst part (and also the best part) was that she wasn't even taunting her. Narcissa just laughed a bit each time and went back to reading, as if the torture wasn't actually torture, and instead was just a minor amusement to be enjoyed along with her book.
Narcissa, obviously sensing her current plight, casually reached her hand out to stroke her stomach. It was a slow, frustrating process for Astoria as Narcissa's hand walked down her stomach, legs, along her inner thighs and finally to her clit. Her fingers rubbed gently at her clit until Astoria howled into the gag in her mouth. Right before she could explode, the dildos in her cunt and arse slowed almost to a stop, and Narcissa's hand disappeared. With the stimulation all but gone, Astoria could only let out a muffled scream of frustration into her gag. Narcissa laughed quietly as she watched her flail about. Astoria had been trying not to flail like that, not wanting to give Narcissa the satisfaction, like it even mattered at this point. Narcissa had seen enough already to know that she had her right where she wanted her.
The following 45 minutes dragged on for what felt like hours, if not days, at least for Astoria. She was worked up and cut off right before the end more times than her poor brain could count. It had surely been at least a dozen times by now, and just when she felt like her body and her mind could not possibly stand another denial, Narcissa closed her book and looked her way.
Narcissa smiled as she removed the gag from Astoria's mouth and gave her a kiss which Astoria returned frantically. She hoped that an eager but submissive display would entice Narcissa into taking mercy on her and not dragging this endless denial on any longer. Eventually Narcissa broke the kiss and pulled away, looking at her silently like she was trying to decide whether she wanted to leave her in this state or give her the relief her body badly needed. She ultimately smirked, and Astoria's stomach sank. But her arousal spiked at the same time, because that smirk meant that Narcissa was going to be mean. Astoria loved it when she was mean, even if she also hated it in a way. But if you were to weigh her love of how the treatment would make her feel versus the frustration of continued denial, love would definitely win the day.
Her mistress gave her a peck on the lips. "No need to toy with you any further, pet," she said. "But the deal is that I will slowly choke you between my thighs and pleasure you, and you have to hold on for two minutes to have each orgasm. It goes on until you fail and are almost passed out before the two minutes, or you cum early. Don't cum early, pet. You definitely want to avoid that, because it means you'll get the denial charm applied to you for a full week. That's not an idle threat, either. I already cleared it with our powerful wizard in charge. He agreed to it, provided I gave you a fair chance to earn it."
There was no hesitation from Narcissa as she climbed on top of her in reverse. She scissored Astoria's neck between her perfect thighs right away, and it was a much harsher squeeze than Astoria had expected, even knowing Narcissa as she did. The licking Narcissa gave her matched it. She devoured Astoria with such ferocity that was close pretty much instantly. She had already been teetering on the edge, and she couldn't cry out in despair as she felt herself tumbling over it within what couldn't have been more than twenty seconds if she was lucky. How could she have possibly survived two full minutes of this?
She got off hard on the choking. Staring at Narcissa's arse and being trapped between her thighs like she was aroused her so much, and then there was the licking. Narcissa was going down on her like her life depended on it, and there was no chance that Astoria could withstand a licking like that for two minutes, especially not after how hard she'd been edged prior to this.
Suddenly, Narcissa's efforts slowed to a crawl. She licked and sucked around Astoria's cunt but did not give her the level of stimulation that she would need to get off. Astoria wasn't sure whether she was relieved to have been edged yet again and given the chance to persevere and last the two minutes after all, or if she hated it.
"Go ahead and cum," Narcissa said after the two minutes had passed. Her thighs relaxed to let Astoria breathe at something closer to a normal level, and there was no doubt now that she would kiss Narcissa's feet in gratitude if she was able.
The orgasm that took her was glorious, and she was barely conscious at the end of it. The darkness had retreated, but only just. She was still frantically gasping for air when Narcissa's thighs clamped down once again.
"We will alternate, starting now," Narcissa declared. "This time, you'll definitely last for the two-minute period and get to cum without consequence, especially since the counter is already running down right now as I talk to you. But you'll have to fight as hard as possible to avoid losing consciousness before the two minutes are up. The next round will be the opposite. I won't be quite as intense as I started out being, but I also won't be kind and help you through it like I did either."
Astoria could never get enough of anything that the five of them did together. Really it was the six of them these days. Her mum might not technically live there with them, but she was more or less one of them by now. But when Narcissa got like this, it was second only to Harry in her eyes. It had been that way since they'd first started this relationship of mistress and pet, and it was far better now since so much genuine love had developed between them.
--
"Yes, sir," a blushing Hermione said quietly. She was surprised to see Harry looking at her oddly. "What is it? What did I do wrong?"
Rather than answering right away, Harry waved her over towards him. He held her chin very gently, looking at her before sighing. He dragged her into his lap and murmured into her ear. "Hermione, you do realize that we just had a meeting that had absolutely nothing to do with our sexual activities, right?"
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
He gave a quiet chuckle. "And yet here you are, being a submissive and obedient witch. Hermione, I have to admit that this isn't the first time I've noticed this, and it's worrying me now. You aren't that. At least you aren't outside of when I'm fucking you, spanking you or doing something else along those lines. I know you aren't even really that when you're with any of my girlfriends, however much you enjoy playing the role. I told you that you'd still be my best friend, regardless of everything else. I was just going to take control of your sex life and make you submit to me sexually, but that's it. I'd be a rather shite best friend if I stood by and watched while you let these games bleed over into the rest of your life. I'm not going to do that, and I'm not going to ignore it when you start to act like something that I know you aren't."
Hermione swallowed thickly, and he rubbed the back of her neck and made her shiver. "I'm happy that you enjoy playing that role in private, and I won't deny that it excites me. So, if it excites you too, great. And of course, whatever you're doing with Edmund is all part of a different fantasy. Moments like that aren't what I'm concerned about. I'm talking about submitting to me, to Edmund or to anyone else in a work environment. It's only been in my office so far, but I can't be sure you won't do it outside of my office too, or even in public. If it happens out there, that's the point where I would have to take a step back from this. No matter how you feel about it, or how frustrating it would be for me to give up on all the fun we've been having, your reputation and your career are more important to me than any of that."
Hermione opened her mouth but closed it before she could say anything. She wanted to think on his words seriously before she responded to them. She almost panicked at the idea of her sex life, which had started to blossom into something more amazing than she'd ever imagined it being, losing a vital element from it. Then she thought more about the larger point that he was making and sighed.
"Thank you, Harry," she said quietly. "I just--I suppose I may have been about to let it get somewhat out of hand. But it wasn't your fault. I guess the truth is that I kind of like it, but it will be difficult to keep those two things separate at times. With all we get up to in private, even non-sexual stuff, it might be hard sometimes for me to fight the instinct to defer and submit to you out in public too."
Harry snorted. "Yeah, I think I can understand that. But I don't think you really like it. I think you're just a constantly horny little minx who wants to get off more often."
She blushed. "Yes, please," she squeaked. "I can barely think about anything else when I'm in your presence in private these days, and I'm so bloody horny all the time. But I can't sate it on my own, even though there are a few days a week where I can do more, since you allow that after I'm with Edmund. Merlin, Pansy and I spend hours in bed every single night. We can't help ourselves, but we're either making it better briefly, or making it so much worse."
"Indeed," he said gruffly. "You two scheming witches did find a convenient loophole, didn't you? It was meant to allow you to enjoy your time with Edmund, Aella and Fleur, and not so much meant for you and Pansy to make use of afterwards even when you didn't actually fuck either of them." He shook his head and laughed. "Or you haven't fucked anyone or orgasmed directly from it, at least. Pansy seems to be enjoying herself a bit more than you are. Or maybe not. She just cums from time to time with Aella and Fleur, but you probably enjoy it more, even if you don't physically get off. I can't say I'm really surprised that you two found a loophole to exploit, though. If it was an actual issue, I would have noted it and brought it up already, like I just did with this. Now, back to the other topic we were discussing, and what I need to do to sort it out."
"Please, sir, don't end this!" Hermione said quickly. She could think of few things she wanted less.
"No need to worry," he said with a smile. "I'm not throwing you away so easily. Putting you over my lap and onto your knees is incredibly exciting. You have no idea how much I enjoy having the ability to make your arse red and your face white, and that's not something I want to lose unless I think it's absolutely necessary. So, let's make a deal, shall we? You make sure that you act like yourself out there. I know you want to, and I'm confident that you can do it now that you're actively aware of it. So long as you do that, I'll give you a bit more pleasure during our private meetings together. That'll help you keep your head a bit clearer. I'm not sure it will help as much as you think, though. You'll need to figure out how to ignore being constantly aroused. I know that from experience; my experience, and my girlfriends' as well."
"Yes, sir," Hermione said, nodding.
"Now, I doubt you'll get fucked during our time in here each day," he continued. "I'd be happy to do so, but we both know that your body couldn't take that. I'm never going to be able to be gentle while fucking you after you're over my lap. I could be tender, perhaps, but never gentle or slow, so you can't take it that often. You definitely can't take it so often if you have to work and be seen by others, too. But I can take care of you with my fingers a bit more often."
Hermione whined briefly before catching herself, but Harry smiled and shook his head at her all the same. "Oh, you greedy slut," he said. "I'm not being arrogant when I say that I'm well aware that I make you cum so hard you can barely stand up, and that's just with my fingers. But still you want more, even knowing you can't truly handle it. Every Monday, if you've managed to avoid whining the previous week about how hard you were spanked each day, I'll start your week off in a way that you will have you looking forward to Monday more than any other day of the week. Though, knowing you and how much you love work, that's probably already true, isn't it?"
She said nothing. It wasn't like she could deny it.
"I'm also aware of something that I know you want very badly," he went on. "You haven't even told your girlfriend about it yet, and maybe it's something you've even tried to convince yourself isn't there. But being observant is a crucial part of knowing what all of my needy witches desire, so I haven't missed the little look you get in your eye every so often when you think no one is looking. Luckily for you, no one other than me seems to have noticed. My requirement before I make sure you get it is that you need to successfully act like yourself again for two weeks, and--"
"It isn't just sexual, Harry," Hermione blurted out, unable to bite her tongue any longer. "I tried to pretend it was, but it isn't. I like submitting to you at work, at least when it's just us. I like it because I always have to take the lead these days. Every meeting, before anyone bothers thinking on their own, it's always, Ms. Granger, what do you propose? Everyone in this bloody place except you, and sometimes Kingsley, wants me to make all the choices, come up with all of the plans and put together all of the proposals, and I just don't want to be burdened with it all! Even if my ideas are what I want to see happen, they could at least try to help by making their own suggestions or putting forth their own proposals! I guess I'm saying that I like you telling me what to do when I'm in here with you, even for work related things. I know I never did before, but I never had to make every bloody choice for everyone on everything! Honesty, people can't think for themselves, and they don't even want to! And then you came in and took the control you did, and it made me realize that I need a reprieve from it all. I need a balance, and I know you'll always continue to listen to my ideas, and then add what you think is good and consider my opinion before you make any decisions."
Harry just stared, and now that she was finally getting it out, Hermione just kept going. "Then I knew what I was feeling even more clearly when Edmund started, uh, fulfilling that other fantasy I have. All those lords think less of me because I'm a muggleborn, a witch or both, but don't do anything more than defer to me and rely on me to figure everything out and do all of the work, and it was honestly making me start to hate doing the things I used to love so much. It was just so exhausting. Not the work part of it, but just knowing I'd enter every meeting doing all of the work, or else they'd act like I was a clueless idiot. It's similar with Edmund, he's a lord, but nothing like them. He gives me input, even criticism, but always constructively, and when I don't know something, he explains without trying to make me feel stupid for it. So I know it's more than just a sexual fantasy here, because now when I'm in meetings it's so much easier to be myself again. It's so much less exhausting, and I actually enjoy my work properly again. I even feel like I can properly enjoy giving Pansy her fantasy of submitting and having me be more dominant over her when it's just the two of us. I couldn't take having to be in charge yet again until recently, but now I come home and I'm happy when I see she's in that mood. Sometimes, before she even gets home, I'm preparing because I'm in the mood for it. So please, Harry. This is something I need, at least for now."
Harry's gentle laughter finally brought Hermione's ramblings to an end. "I understand, Hermione. You know I can understand being in that position where everyone looks to you to solve their problems, even if I don't have any interest in dealing with my own frustrations over it the same way you do. After all, we both know I prefer to blow off steam and work out my frustrations on the training dummies. Or, if I'm not in the mood for that, taking one of you witches over my knee or shagging you so hard you pass out works too. That's much more fun for me than giving up control, maybe because I can still remember what it feels like to actually not have any control over my own life. Either way, what matters is I understand. So, if that's what you need, I'll allow it, but only in here. And not in your office, either; just in mine, or in our private lives."
He paused for a moment, considering. "Actually, it seems fine to let this sort of non-sexual play continue at my manor too, but here and there are the only places where we can let it happen. When we're working, or discussing serious things, I need the real Hermione present. If you can't do that, all of this ends, between us and between me and Pansy as well."
Hermione nodded. She didn't need any extra motivation; she hadn't been lying about those moments of submitting to Harry and letting him make all the decisions making it easier for her to be herself in other situations. But the threat of everything stopping if she failed to compartmentalize was ample motivation regardless. Though it was humiliating, she had become addicted to her best friend's presence in and control of her sexual life, and she never wanted to give that up. She knew Pansy felt the same way.
She wondered if her cheeks blushed in embarrassment as she realized she'd just had the thought that she never wanted to get control of her own sex life back. That was a feeling that would have mortified her not so long ago, but it was the truth. Him being in charge was freeing, and after the admission she'd just made, she felt she finally understood why. No more confusion, and no more worrying about her lack of understanding. It was as nice to finally figure all of this out as it had always been when she got to the bottom of a problem or question.
"Good girl," he said. "Now, before you interrupted me, I was about to say that if you can spend two weeks showing me you can balance all of this successfully, I'll let you be in charge of one of my girlfriends. I think we both know there are a couple of options that would be especially appealing to you there. If I know you, you'll definitely set your sights on the two of them who don't submit so easily."
Hermione smiled widely. Clearly he really had caught on. "Yes, I want to. You're right. But will they agree to that?"
"They'll do as I say, so yes, they'll agree to it," he said confidently. "Don't worry; they'll enjoy it too. But you should be ready for it if you earn it, because whichever of them you choose will be much more rebellious and unruly than you have been for them thus far. But I suspect that you'll enjoy dealing with that unruliness."
Hermione nodded and decided to give him a brief kiss in thanks. It was something between the way one would kiss a lover and the platonic affection of a friend, and the combination seemed to fit their present situation perfectly.
"We've done that before, you silly girl," he said with a laugh as she broke the kiss. "What are you blushing about?"
Hermione felt his cock beneath her, and like it pretty much always was in her experience, it was rock hard and felt enormous to her, even with his trousers covering it. Surely his trousers must be charmed so they didn't end up feeling extremely uncomfortable for him every time they had to make room for that massive erection. That begged the question of who made these trousers for him? His girlfriends had to have bought them for him, because he would never have had such luxurious fabric without their assistance. Her eyes widened when she decided it must have been Lavender, who hadn't even seemed to hint at knowing just what kind of 'equipment' Harry was dealing with.
"Do you need me to take care of this, sir?" she asked, feeling her breath coming faster now. Sod the trousers; it was what was inside of them that really mattered.
"There we go," he said. "Now you're being a good girl, Miss Granger. Your training is starting to pay off. Go ahead and kneel. Since our little chat took longer than I expected it to, I'm going to be working through lunch. You're going to be worshipping my cock for most of it, and then I'll give you the spanking you deserve. After you've been properly spanked, I'll put you back on your knees, send you on your way and have my elves deliver a delicious meal to you. Of course, all of that is assuming you can do an acceptable job both times you're on your knees."
That sounded just about perfect to her. She didn't even care that sucking his cock, being spanked and thanking her spanker with another blowjob now felt like an exciting reward for her. Hermione dropped to her knees immediately, just as he wanted her.
"Top off," he instructed. "You can keep the skirt on if you want to, but it'll probably get ruined if you do, so you might want to just strip down all the way. Up to you."
Hermione managed to do exactly that, stripping naked while under his desk. He shifted the chair closer towards the desk so he could get his work done comfortably. That made it a tighter space for Hermione underneath, but not too tight for her to handle. She freed his cock, and even though she was incredibly familiar with her best friend's dick by now, she still marveled at it and got wetter at the sight of it in front of her face.
She gobbled that massive cock down like the needy slut he'd trained her to be; the needy slut that had always been there, and which he had brought out of her. She made a mess under his desk and on her body, slamming his cock down her throat over and over again and not caring about the saliva dripping everywhere. Her head got fuzzy from her arousal, and also her lack of oxygen with the cock stuffing her throat. The whole while, her throat burned so much that it felt like it might tear at any moment. There was simply far too much cock for her throat to physically take, and forcing it down so roughly came with a price. But it was a price she was ready and willing to pay.
Harry wasn't in any such predicament. He sat at his desk and worked, and that wasn't just a game he was playing to toy with her. She could tell that he was legitimately concentrating on his work and being productive, and he glanced down at her sucking away beneath his desk only on occasion. She was pushing herself so hard that her body was telling her she was putting herself at risk, but it wasn't even taking his focus away from his work.
Her pride would not let her accept that. He had to react. She was clenching her throat around him wildly as she forced herself to take all of him, and her self-respect demanded that she managed to distract him from his work. Even if it was only once, and only for a moment, she needed to prove that she could make him lose his focus.
At last, she accomplished her goal. Harry moaned and eased back in his chair before grabbing her hair underneath the desk and guiding her into a slower pace. But the fact that it was slower didn't mean it was any less difficult on her, though. He didn't make it easier on her; only less strenuous on her throat. He more than made up for that by holding her down at the bottom, leaving his cock lodged in her throat until she was flailing. That flailing came long after the instinctual panic set in. Despite being trained not to, she tapped his thighs with her hands.
"You know better than that," he lightly chided her. "But I like seeing you panic like this. I know you're being obedient as long as you're currently able, and that's good enough for me." That was a humiliating reminder of how he viewed this, and it got her so wet that she very nearly made the worst mistake possible and touched herself without thinking.
Finally, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and came all over her face while she knelt there and took it. But as promised, he wasn't nearly finished with her just because he'd cum. Even as she gasped and heaved to keep herself from passing out, he dragged her up and over his lap.
"You're such a silly girl," he scolded while he got into swatting her arse with his hand. "You risked this for both of us, not to mention everyone else who's enjoyed having you join in, all because you couldn't control yourself."
Hermione squealed and sobbed as she endured the spanking, all while his heavy load of semen dripped from her face and onto the floor of his office. Harry didn't stop until he'd made her arse, her inner thighs, tops of her thighs and everywhere else around the area that he could reach a deep crimson with his hand.
That was all she got this time; she escaped the paddling that would have taken her arse beyond red and burning and caused blistering as well. Harry didn't reach for the paddle, but he did put her back down on her knees on the floor as she sobbed. He stood from the chair and forced his cock into her mouth, giving a quick slap to her face that was still coated in his cum. She was still reeling from that when he gave a rough thrust of his hips, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat.
It wasn't her fucking her own throat this time, but instead Harry who was doing it for her. He plundered her throat as if claiming it as his spoils. There was no need for that, really, because her throat was already his, but that didn't stop him from asserting his possession over it and her all the same. If she thought she was a mess of saliva and dripping cum earlier, she didn't even know how to describe the state he left her in at the end of this facefuck. He came all over her again, and took a moment to admire her face drenched in his cum while he held her hair like she was a trophy he wanted to put on display.
Finally, he cleaned her up with his magic, and Hermione cleared her throat to respond accordingly. "Thank you, sir," she said. It was sincere, and also necessary in her view. She could tell that he was still a bit hesitant about this despite his earlier words. She knew Harry too well to have missed it. But he was doing it for her. He knew she would enjoy it too, of course, but it was ultimately all for her benefit.
"You're very welcome," he said with a chuckle. He gave her now clean cheek a little pat with his hand.
Hermione turned around and bent over to grab her things, but she very deliberately gave him a show as she did. She bent at the waist, arched her back and used her flexibility to get down and reach her clothes despite the position she put herself in. She'd mastered this sort of stretch back when she'd been trying to seduce Edmund, and Harry's growl as she did it now indicated that it worked. Hermione nearly giggled at how well she'd trained herself to become a seductress.
Perhaps it had worked even better than she'd expected it to, because he suddenly had her bent over his desk. He ripped and ruined her tiny thong rather than simply vanishing it, but she couldn't worry about her ruined underwear when his cock promptly shoved into her cunt.
"I own this body," he said roughly, slamming into her from behind. The lack of warning or warm-up as he jumped straight into full, deep, hard and fast thrusts brought Hermione agony and bliss at the same time. "I own it, Hermione. I'm going to be generous and ignore that you still don't have your nipples pierced. I'm not sure why you haven't gone and done it. But you'll get it done before tomorrow, and I'll avoid punishing you for it. Understood?" Hermione could barely even breathe, much less talk, so she just gave him a frantic nod.
"Good girl," he said. "Now take this cock and cum all over it like the slut you are. While you do, think about how I can take you like this whenever I feel like it, even if your body can't keep up!"
She did think about that, and squirted all over his cock while she let out a silent scream. Harry just kept fucking her even though that single orgasm already left her exhausted, and his powerful thrusts fucked another climax out of her right around the time that he started filling her to the brim with his cum. He let her clean his cock off afterwards, which she did without even needing to be told. It was automatic and instinctual for her by now.
"Thank you, sir," she said after she was done. "Thank you for fucking me and letting me cum twice."
"You're very welcome," he replied. "Now, you have twenty minutes left, and I expect your girlfriend is in her office. If you're lucky enough that she's there when you arrive, and you manage to feed her every drop of that cum, both of you are free to do as you please tonight. And don't think I won't know just because I'm not going to go and watch you do it. I'll be able to take one look at you the next time I see you, and I'll know whether you did or did not do it."
She certainly hadn't needed any more than she'd already gotten, but now Harry had put this amazing idea in her head. "Thank you, sir!" she said breathlessly while flying around his office to get dressed and make herself look presentable. He gave her another reason to feel breathless when he pulled her into a demanding kiss that made her moan into his mouth.
Harry smacked her arse. "Good girl," he said. "And Miss Granger, don't forget that report for me."
Hermione dashed out of his office, silently swearing vengeance on her unaware girlfriend if she happened to not be back from lunch and in her office.
--
Gabi whimpered, biting the bedding as her master shoved his cock into her arse. Even with that enormous intrusion into her bum, she didn't stop being a good girl for him and giving him the best view she could. She kept her back arched to the extreme and made sure her arse stayed up in the air, even as the pain got so intense that it took over completely. It was a pain that she loved. She would adjust to it soon and cum so hard, just like she always did.
That didn't mean that she wouldn't be grabbing onto the bedding and biting it between her teeth until she did adapt, or until he started doing more than just pushing his entire cock in. Even now, she couldn't believe that such a large cock could fit in her body at all, let alone in her arse. But she was so glad that it did. It was bad enough that she couldn't take him into her throat like the rest of them could. That was difficult for all of them except for Astoria, but she knew it was incredibly painful for them even if they loved it. Still, she wished she could do it too and feel that pain. But no matter how hard she tried, there just didn't seem to be any way for her to get more than just under half of his cock into her mouth and throat before her body simply would not allow her to take any more.
Harry eased into her arse gently, at least by his standards, but it didn't matter. Once he bottomed out, he grabbed her arse cheeks and spanked her. "Merlin," Harry groaned. "I forbid you from telling any of the others I said this, but your arse is on another level, princess. This view is something else." He let out a strained chuckle. "Then again, they'd probably agree with me if you did tell them, so maybe I don't actually need to forbid you from saying it."
All the pain might as well have vanished once she heard those words, and also heard how excited and aroused her beloved Harry sounded as he said them. He started to drag her up and down his cock, making her moan into the bed as he got into it. Her body was already feeling the pleasure from being willingly sodomized like this.
Harry let out a moan of his own. "You have no fucking idea how much I love seeing that little schoolgirl skirt of yours flipped up above your hips like this," he growled. He sped up until he was ramming his cock into her arse, and loud slaps of his hips hitting her bum filled the room along with their mutual moans. Harry's moans were deep and loud, while Gabi's were more like howls.
She came once his hand for her clit, her body reacting instantaneously. But that was not the end for her. Harry pounded her arse and rubbed her clit until she came for a second time, and after that he really let loose on her. Gabi felt like this reality had ended. She wasn't aware of anything beyond how wonderful and painful it felt, how huge his cock was and the sounds of pleasure he made as he buggered her. But it was about to get even better.
He bent over her and kissed her neck. "You're such a good girl," he praised. "You're so obedient, taking my cock so well like this." He moaned her name into her ear as he pumped his cum inside of her arse, and it all compounded to trigger the most intense orgasm out of the trio this buggering had brought her.
Once the dizzying pleasure faded and she returned to reality, she found him lying beside her. She hurried to clean his cock with her mouth, not sparing a single care for where it had just been. After she'd polished his cock with her mouth and tongue, he dragged her up and cuddled her. Gabi wriggled, trying to be a good girl and take his cock all over again. It was clearly hard and far from being satisfied. Taking care of it was her job!
"Calm down, little princess," he whispered. "You'll be of use again in just a second, but you can't be useful if you don't catch yourself. I'm going to be making use of your lovely body for as long as possible. And in order for that to happen, you'll need to be a good girl and make sure you're prepared for it. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
Gabi calmed at his words, her submissive mind allowing her to relax. Catching herself before she could prematurely exhaust herself was the most important thing for her to do, because it was what would allow her to be of the most use to him tonight. That would make her feel the best in two ways: being submissive to him, and taking his cock inside of her.
He kissed her, and she moaned into it while he played with her arse greedily. It felt amazing for her, because it helped her release how thrilled he felt at that moment in knowing that her arse was all his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with increasing need.
Harry eventually pulled away, but only to adjust and slide his cock into her cunt. She whimpered in pain, but not nearly as much as would be there when he was in her bum. That was like she was being torn in half. This was painful, yes, but not nearly as much.
"Your turn to do the work this time, princess," he said. "But there's no need to race there. You didn't have any homework to finish, so we have two hours before dinner. And the others will be happy to join in, even when I tell them my cock is all yours until dinner."
Gabi panted with excitement and began to slowly roll her hips. She moaned and whimpered with pleasure, looking forward immensely to the next two hours.
--
"You know, I obviously knew you weren't a lesbian, Pansy," Daphne said, grinning at Pansy and Hermione as she put her glass down. "But I was under the impression that you were, Hermione. Even after you joined us, I figured you just made an exception for Harry. But it seems I was wrong."
"I never said I was a lesbian," Hermione said, admirably pushing past Pansy's laughter and her own embarrassment. "Perhaps I said I wasn't attracted to wizards, but I can't remember if that's exactly how I worded it. The wizards I'd tried to develop something with or feel something for just weren't for me or were shite altogether. Most often it was both. But I still had fantasies with wizards involved. Honestly, it wasn't as if I'd been with many witches before Pansy, either. I've tried with more men than women, in fact. I suppose I just have high expectations."
"That makes sense," Pansy said cheekily. "It's good that you held out long enough for me to come along."
They shared a laugh, but after it wore off, Hermione looked at Daphne seriously. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Daphne rolled her eyes. She didn't need any elaboration on what Hermione was talking about. "Yes, Hermione. I'd rather you not tell me the details, of course. But I'm enjoying time with my own mother. I'm not bothered at all, and neither is Stori. Honestly, out of everything else going on in our lives, this is pretty inconsequential. In a way, it's nice to not have to worry that my friends are exploring things with people who might take advantage or put them in danger, or that my father is doing anything with anyone who might consider trying to twist the situation into some kind of leverage."
Pansy giggled. "Told you, love," she said, poking Hermione's cheek.
Hermione huffed. "Yes, well, I just needed to be sure."
"And now you are," Pansy said. "Since we've gotten all of that nonsense out of the way, maybe we should stop mentioning it. Unless you want to get me so excited that I start telling Daphne about all of the things that you and Edmu--"
"Harry!" Hermione hastily interrupted, seizing on the chance to cut her off when Harry and Daphne's mum passed by.
--
Daphne smiled at Harry as he returned home and entered the sitting room. She turned on the touch to kneel and lean on the back of it, and he smiled back at her with the lovely aroused look that never failed to make her feel incredible.
It was always nice to be reminded that she could get a look of love and desire like that from him so easily even with all the sex he had. If anything, it was easier than ever to get him in the mod to fuck her now, even though it should logically be upset. It was almost like the more he did it, the more desperate he was to fuck all of them.
That wasn't just a pretty thought, either. If it happened to be a day where he'd fucked Hermione or Pansy (or both), he always came home and shagged his girlfriends even harder and stronger than he ordinarily would. He would be more passionate about it too, so inevitably they would all be worn out and feeling overwhelmingly loved and adored, since his usual standards were so high to begin with. She had a feeling he hadn't even realized that this correlation between his rising sex and libido was there, but she certainly had.
But being able to get this sort of reaction from him by doing something as simple as wearing a pair of booty short pajama bottoms and arching her back while she half-knelt, half-leaned into a position very similar to the one he'd love to put her in before getting behind her? This was something that would never get old for her.
He stepped in front of her, leaned over and pulled her up into a fiery kiss. She moaned excitedly into it while their tongues danced together. He pulled his lips away, and she very nearly followed.
"I thought you were all going out for brunch and shopping," he said quietly.
"Even I get bored of that sometimes," she said lightly.
"Or maybe you just bought everything that they're currently selling," he said with a chuckle. She gave him a playful little push on the chest, grinning because it wasn't that far from the truth.
They shared a few more kisses, but Daphne couldn't leave it at that for long. "Need you, please," she whispered. He rushed around the couch, yanking his clothes off as he went. She barely got her shorts below her arse before he grabbed them and pulled them down to her knees. Daphne didn't even get to take them off fully, because he wrapped his arms under her hips and slowly thrust his cock inside of her.
He moaned loudly as he entered her. That wasn't a surprise, because moans from him as he slid into any of them were typical. But the volume of this one told her that he really did need her just as badly as she needed him.
Her legs stayed squeezed shut, which made what was already going to be painful even more so. She would be stretched to her limits and beyond, and it would be even more painful and also even more pleasurable than normal.
"Fuck, you always feel so good, Daph," he moaned.
She pressed back into him hard, crying out and holding onto the back of the couch as she leaned on it. Her toes curled after just a few strokes. When he started to kiss her neck, she could hear his erotic moans as clearly as possible. Everything just combined to assault her senses, and she cried out as she came as hard as she always did around the magnificent cock her boyfriend wielded so capably.
He dragged her along as he sat down, and she squealed in surprise when he didn't let her spread her legs. Instead, he folded her in half while keeping her legs together, and he held her with his arms under her knees while he brought her back against his chest. Being held like this meant she got to kiss him, and that feeling of greater intensity for both of them continued as he tossed her up and down his cock effortlessly. Really it should have been more difficult like this, and this position should have been short-lived.
But it wasn't. She snogged him until she screamed and gushed around his cock once again, and then she just allowed herself to be held and fucked by him while she moaned hard. The little squeals of pain and pleasure were then when she slid down and his cock bottomed out in her were. Each slide brought her a little jolt of pain at the end, even without him trying to get rough or fuck her anywhere near what he would consider to be hard.
"Daphne," he moaned into her hair. It set her off before he even started to cum inside of her, and when she felt it filling her up, her orgasm almost felt like it started all over again halfway through. The cum that didn't have room inside of her dripped and flowed out of her.
"Fuck, it's always so bloody amazing," she groaned as their shared orgasms concluded.
"Agreed," he said with a chuckle.
"And you still feel like that even with all the witches you fuck being so gorgeous and skilled," she teased.
He flipped her over, and her legs did get spread this time. They were then quickly pushed higher up so he could fold her body in half. He bottomed out hard inside of her on the net stroke, making her body stiffen and her squeal to become almost a shriek thanks to the pain and pleasure that shot through her.
"Cheeky witch," he said. "You're the one most eager to push me for those things, and you're trying to tease me about it? I can't help thinking of you, you know. After I finish fucking any of those other witches, I think of you waiting here for me. I'm sure you're well aware of that with how I rush upstairs the moment I get home, hmm?"
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, which was no small feat considering he had her bent at the hips and her back was curled to this degree. She didn't really have much freedom of movement with so many muscles in her body stretched like they currently were, but she managed it all the same.
"I know, love," she said. "Now fuck me."
--
"What is it, Harry?" Aella asked as he raised an eyebrow towards her. "Are you going to complain about this?"
Sebastian and Apolline had already vanished upstairs, so now it was just them, her husband, their lover Fleur and Harry's girlfriend Narcissa remaining. Aella's daughters had gone out to socialize with friends this evening, and they'd dragged Gabrielle along as Daphne was intent on her becoming more social and making friends. Aella agreed with that idea. Gabrielle needed to be comfortable conversing with people outside of their small group.
"You're just starved for attention, aren't you?" Narcissa said to Aella, rolling her eyes.
"You won't hear me complaining," Fleur said shortly thereafter. She nudged Edmund, who she was lying against, with her shoulder. "And I know he doesn't either."
"No, I have no complaints either," Harry said, amused. "If you want to run around in skimpy little things like that all the time, you won't hear any objections from me."
Aella grinned as she parked herself down beside Edmund. He instantly put a hand on her thigh possessively. It was higher up than he would have dared in such a gathering, prior to the night she'd convinced Harry to be more open with her. She knew that this was his way of expressing the slight jealousy she kept alive in him every day. She always found a way to make sure that he saw her being taken off to be fucked by her younger lover, if she didn't have the opportunity to do even more because there were other people around who wouldn't have been comfortable witnessing such a display.
Edmund was also acting this way because his own comfort level with doing what he wanted to do had increased, which was an unexpected but very welcome side benefit of this new arrangement. Additionally, he was being almost competitive, making sure that he took plenty of opportunities to show his own status. He made sure to reclaim or reinforce that status when her teasing led to the kind of rough and demanding fucks that in the past had typically only come when he was frustrated for some reason, and didn't have an opportunity to deal with that frustration in some other way before they made it to the bedroom.
These days, however, Edmund seemed more comfortable with being a bit more possessive, demanding, at times demeaning, and significantly more forceful when they fucked. The demeaning side came out less often than the others, and generally only reared its head after she had used her relationship with Harry to tease him enough to well and truly deserve the retaliation from her husband. Either way, she could tell that he didn't feel guilty about the rougher treatment he gave her now, which only made it more fun for her. It wasn't close to the way Harry could fuck her when he was in the mood to not hold back on her. But maybe it was a bit more intense coming from her husband than something at a similar level would be coming from her young lover.
Being honest, Harry remained the better of her two male lovers. But Edmund had always been an amazing one in his own right, and the changed dynamics had allowed him to find another level of late. That improvement was encouragement enough for her not to worry about pushing forward, even if he did clearly get jealous at times, and would only get more jealous in the future. Fleur loved seeing that side of him too, and had expressed as much to Harry, even outright telling him that she would be upset if he didn't keep stirring those feelings up in her lover. As far as Aella was concerned, there had been no negatives to this arrangement.
Edmund's reactions thus far had merely amused Harry. She had a feeling that, unlike when Harry escalated things with her, Harry would not feel the same jealousy if her husband ever went that far. That made sense, though, for several reasons. Obviously he knew that Edmund still remained her husband no matter what they got up to, and aside from that, Harry was well aware that he was the best at fucking her.
It was interesting how all of this had only seemed to improve her relationship with her husband. Their sex life had increased in intensity, and she made sure he knew how much she loved it and him. Honestly, she hadn't even done so deliberately. It always came out naturally, and he was still the man she loved more than anything. No matter how well Harry fucked her, Edmund would always be her powerful, handsome, amazing husband. In fact, him allowing this and even participating in it made her love him even more. It showed her how secure he was about their love for each other. Not everyone would be able to understand it from the outside looking in, but that didn't matter to her. It was the wonderful reality for her and for them, and that was all that she cared about.
Fleur dragged Edmund's hand over to her own thigh, giving him a look that made him roll his eyes fondly at her, to a snort of amusement from Narcissa. Aella smiled herself. Was it a strange dynamic? Perhaps. But it worked for them.
As casual conversation resumed, Aella allowed the tie on her robe to slowly loosen and slip open to reveal progressively more skin, exactly as she'd planned it when she tied it so loosely to begin with. Edmund excused himself to visit the loo, chuckling at Fleur as she held onto his wrist.
"We have all night, flower," he said. "This wasn't a flimsy excuse to sneak away. I actually am going to use the loo. Have patience."
Fleur groaned at the teasing, but no one expected her to leave it at that. As was her tendency when she was teased, she not only returned the teasing but escalated it. She turned to Aella and licked her lips. "He has me very worked up," she said. Then she looked at Narcissa. "And no snide comments out of you. You were so horny that you literally dragged Harry out last night." Narcissa laughed, tipped her head in acknowledgment and stifled whatever she'd been about to say. Fleur next leaned in to whisper into Aella's ear.
"The next time Narcissa says something that distracts Harry, I need Edmund wild," she whispered. "He played with me like that twice at dinner already, and he's being rather smug about avoiding me whenever I attempt to get him to finish what he started. So, if you decide to, then I'm happy to make sure he doesn't drag me off to finish what he started, since he's been so eager to avoid it so far. If I don't get to do it when I want it, it's only fair that he doesn't get to when he's ready for it."
"Or maybe he'll get very demanding," Aella replied with a smile.
Fleur giggled. Since Edmund was returning, she gave her response to that quickly. "That sounds like a win all the way around to me."
Aella made sure her robe slipped open even wider to expose more of her, and she made sure to stretch and do her best to tease Harry once her breasts were fully exposed. It didn't do much to distract him, and to be fair, she hadn't expected to be able to easily make him trail off while he was speaking or anything like that. But she did see his growing arousal, and she saw Narcissa lean in to whisper into his ear, clearly helping her out.
She may not have been successful at distracting Harry, but she'd definitely succeeded in getting her husband aroused and also a bit jealous about how blatantly she was trying to tease Harry. That was one goal sorted, at least. And soon, she accomplished the second one as well.
"Aella, if you're doing all of that to try and make me deal with the problem you're causing, I can assure you that nothing has changed in that regard," Harry said. She giggled, and her husband moved his hand so it was gripping her thigh even more possessively than before. Narcissa smiled as she enjoyed the show, and Aella noticed Fleur moving her own body into position, so it was time for Aella to act. She casually started using her fingers to play with her own nipples, and then jiggled her breasts for everyone, but one man in particular, to admire.
"Alright, fine," Harry said. "Come over here and get started."
Aella gave Edmund a smirk. "You don't mind, do you, husband?" Edmund chuckled, but it wasn't quite his usual one. Aella positioned herself comfortably beside Harry so she could suck his cock and look at Edmund at the same time. As she got going, Narcissa and Fleur did not let the sounds of her slurping on Harry's cock stop them from carrying on with their conversation. They kept the chatter going, and Narcissa found a way to do that and join in on the fun simultaneously.
Narcissa might have been talking about her duties as Lady Black, something amusing Astoria had done recently, or the color of her knickers. Aella didn't have the first clue what she was saying, but she did know that while Narcissa was talking, she grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down deeper onto Harry's cock. Sometimes she would hold her down there for quite some time as well, even if it resulted in Aella gurgling or squealing around the cock lodged in her throat. Harry, meanwhile, groped her arse and breasts but otherwise let Aella (and Narcissa) handle everything.
Fleur giggled after Merlin only knew how many minutes of this assisted blowjob, and Aella blinked her eyes back open to see Edmund looking both very jealous and incredibly aroused. He looked about ready to fuck Fleur right on the spot, but Fleur was carrying out her scheme and shifting her body away to deny him, paying him back for his earlier teasing.
"How long do you think you can last, Harry?" Fleur asked, ignoring the looks Edmund was giving her. But Aella wasn't ignoring him at all. She stared right at him as she swirled her tongue around the huge cockhead. Her face was already a mess, and she gave him a playful smirk after another big lick. The look he gave her in return got her even wetter. Narcissa must have seen it too, because her laugh coincided perfectly with it.
"Not much longer, at this rate," Harry admitted. "It's been, what, a half an hour or so by now?"
"Thirty-two minutes and 12 seconds," Fleur said promptly. "Not that I've been keeping count, of course."
"Of course," Edmund said in a deadpan.
"Would you like to make a bet, Harry?" Fleur continued. "I bet you can't last another five minutes. If you can't, then you won't be allowed to fuck her for a week, but you still have to use your tongue on her every day." What was left unsaid was that she would still certainly be fucked by her husband in this scenario, and Edmund would make sure to do it when Harry could hear them. Aella wouldn't be surprised if he also did it immediately after Harry had used his tongue to make her feel good. Of all of the potential taunts one might try against Harry, that one might actually have an effect on him.
Aella giggled when she saw the expression on Edmund's face in response to Fleur's challenge. Jealousy burned, and his gaze implored her to manage to get it done.
"That's all well and good, but a bet must have equivalent stakes," Narcissa interjected. "And I can't think of anything you could offer that might equal what you stand to gain from it."
"I can," Harry said. "I'll accept the challenge, and the terms. But if I win, your wife is all mine for a week." Aella shuddered, both at his tone and at the look that her husband gave him.
Edmund nodded slowly. "I can accept that, but only if you, Lady Black, will agree to give up your Lord's tongue for the week if he fails. I think it's fair that you have to risk something, considering how involved you've been thus far."
"Very well," Narcissa said. "I accept." She nodded, but slowly. Aella could tell that she was worried Harry actually wouldn't be able to last. Aella had continued to suck him off while the terms were being discussed and they turned her into an object to be wagered and used her sex life as chips to throw onto the table.
"Since we're all agreed, let's make it official," Fleur said playfully. "I trust that she'll play fair and put in her best effort, so let's start the countdown!"
Fleur had good reason to trust that Aella would put in her best effort. She did, in fact, try her absolute best. She fucked her face so hard, slamming down faster and deeper than could possibly be comfortable for anyone save for perhaps her youngest daughter. She also used every single trick she'd figured out over her time servicing this young man that her daughters had brought into her life, and stimulated every little spot she'd learned would get to him. Both potential outcomes of the bet sounded delightful to her in their own way, so whichever way it turned out, she wanted to be able to truthfully say that she had given it everything she had.
"Thirty seconds left," Fleur announced. Aella could tell she was close to pulling it off. Harry was straining, doing everything he could to hold on for this last period, but she wasn't going to make it easy on him. She did her utmost to make him break, summoning the will to bob her head even harder.
"Ten seconds," Fleur said, sounding tense as they neared the end, one way or the other. Aella could feel him pulsing, and she knew that it was going to be a difference of seconds no matter how it turned out. The only question was which side of the timer it would land on.
"That's five minutes!" Narcissa said, loud and triumphant. Harry filled Aella's mouth with seed as soon as his lover declared his victory. She'd failed, technically, but this tasted an awful lot like a victory to her. To be fair, she was always going to win the wager regardless of whether she succeeded or not.
"Sorry, Lord Greengrass," Harry said, blatantly not sorry in the slightest. "Your wife got far too close for comfort, but I'm afraid it's my victory. You can take your boyfriend upstairs now, Fleur. I'll be fucking his wife right here for a few hours. But then again, if you want to watch the things I'm going to do to her for the next few hours, and then the next week after that, I won't mind."
Aella, mouth now free of cock while she wiped at her lips, smiled and shrugged at her husband's growl. "Sorry, dear. I did truly try my best; he's just an exceptional wizard. But don't worry; I'm in good hands. Harry will fuck me as well as he always does."
Her husband was already up and dragging Fleur towards the stairs. "You know what's coming, I'm sure," he said roughly. "You made the wager, after all. Probably hoped I'd lose, you horny little veela." Fleur giggled unrepentantly and let herself be dragged along.
"Do warn us is you decide you want to come and watch my Lord destroy your precious wife, Edmund," Narcissa jabbed. "Depending on when you come down, I may be wearing less than I'm willing to show you. Not all of us are as comfortable showing off as much of our bodies as your wife is."
They were already up the stairs, but still within hearing range when Harry got in one parting shot. "Bend over the couch, Lady Greengrass," he said. "I'm ready to start doing what you keep telling me your husband can't. Come to think of it, though, you did tell me he's been getting closer the more I fuck you. I wonder if after this week is up, you'll be even closer to being fucked properly by your husband, like the slut you so enjoy being. This is all a double-edged sword for your husband, isn't it? He fucks you and your girlfriend better and better, but only because I keep fucking his wife. That only makes you even more eager to be a good little slut. It's all rather amusing, when you think about it."
The bedroom door slammed, and Narcissa cackled. Harry and Aella both joined in when they heard Fleur moaning and being fucked hard against the wall within seconds. "You're in for a long week," she heard her husband promise. "Don't whine when I don't treat you like a delicate flower, either. You wanted this, so I'm going to give it to you."
"And now I'm concerned that you'll want to have weeks like this more regularly, and maybe for longer than a week," Harry said. "If he's going to find another level and fuck you two harder than ever in response to this, I can already imagine the scheming that little flower is going to do to try and arrange for a repeat."
He might have been teasing, but Aella knew that he was actually right. But it was all arousing and fun, because in the end, of course none of them would ever do anything that would actually hurt the others for real, or force anything to happen that one of them found no joy in or wasn't okay with.
To think that Harry had been hesitant about this not all that long ago. But he'd been true to his word that he so often repeated. He wasn't going to hold back once he really got started, and finally he had decided to stop being careful and get started. It was more amazing than she could have ever anticipated, and the most thrilling part of all that it was only just truly beginning.
If he was right, which he very well might be, it wasn't like Edmund could complain too much about how it was all turning out, either. Hermione and Pansy were enjoying themselves, and they didn't seem like they'd be disappearing from their sex lives any time soon. So even if he had to deal with some teasing and frustration from his wife as part of the game, he still had plenty of fun of his own. Merlin, how many wizards in the world would do unspeakable things to be able to shag women like Hermione, Pansy and Fleur regularly?
Now she'd convinced herself to do it, and they hadn't even started the week yet. Hopefully this would push Apolline to start, and then Edmund could enjoy the other side even more than Harry currently was. But Harry would enjoy it too if it did start. She knew that if it did, there was no chance Apolline would do anything other than go all in on that previous fantasy. She couldn't see how the veela would be able to resist when she was so clearly struggling to do so as it was, after nothing more than a simple comment about being spanked that had indicated her husband's feelings on the matter wouldn't save her. Based on everything that had happened, though, there was no reason to think that his feelings would cause him to make any sort of protest when it did happen.
As for Aella, she was looking forward to one exhausting, amazing week.