The moment Astoria made it home, a leash appeared on her collar. She didn't even have a chance to look around before she was gurgling. She had to frantically catch herself as the leash received a tug, and she crawled on her hands and knees as quickly as she was able.
"I had a bloody irritating day today," Harry said. His voice was dark, and his words had weight behind them. "It was nothing to really worry about, but you're going to bear the brunt of it anyway. And that's exactly how you want it, isn't it? You want to be treated like my little pet slave."
Astoria's excitement was so powerful it nearly caused her physical pain. This was going to be incredibly intense, and she hadn't needed to do a single thing to convince him to give it to her. That was as amazing as it was uncommon. It was uncommon for a good reason, she could admit. For her own sake, it couldn't be common for her to be used the way Harry was about to use her. It wouldn't be enjoyable at all if it wasn't her version of a treat, but when it did happen, it never failed to blow her mind.
Harry walked her quickly on her leash, and the leash had her collar moving and tightening around her throat such that she almost passed out. But he didn't apologize for that, and when she slumped down upon their arrival in the bedroom, he didn't seem to care. Instead, he yanked her up by her hair. She couldn't stand on her own like this, and unlike usual, he lifted her up despite that. Normally he would let her at least be in a position to assist, but this time he pulled her up and had her letting out pained cries.
Most of his grip was on her hair, of course. He wasn't foolish, and nor was he inexperienced at this sort of play. He was still fully in control of himself as always, so no matter how rough he was with her, he would not allow any actual damage to be done to her.
He certainly wouldn't take it easy on her, though. He bent her over the armrest of the chair in the corner of the room and bound her up. Harry stepped out for a moment, and Astoria took that chance to recover as best she could. It was a good thing she had, too, because there was no warm-up or warning once he returned.
Instead, he made his intentions known by giving her a brutal lash across the arse with a thick leather strap. She screamed, but it was silenced by a charm she hadn't even noticed him putting on her. That meant that her cries did not reach his ears as he delivered nine more lashes without hesitation. He punished her arse hard enough to test her limits, so it certainly would have been too much for anyone else to take.
Her collar was pushed up, and a belt looped around it. It was now where the first obvious display of safety and care was shown, because Harry adjusted the belt to make certain it was safe. She knew that it had the same charms that all of his belts did, designed to make it safe for her even as she was denied air.
Astoria's legs were unbound and then forced over the arm of the chair, but her arms were not freed. This left her bent in half, and her body was forced to stretch and bend a bit more when he tightly bound her ankles down, angling her so her arse was in the air a bit more prominently. The position he had her in was normal enough, relatively speaking, but his deep thrust into her made her realize that the way her body was positioned on top of the arm of the chair increased the intensity of the impact. The small surface area that provided the pressure against her body from below made her bend in a way that caused his thrusts to hit a certain place inside of her at the perfect angle to make her scream.
And scream she did, because the charm was gone now. But the screams quickly turned into wild gurgles when Harry used the belt as reins in order to ride her as roughly and cruelly as he could. He really did, too. Merlin, she was getting fucked hard! The orgasm he fucked out of her was one of those rare and extremely powerful ones that left her feeling out of it. She got to breathe towards the end of it, so even though she wasn't aware of anything other than the sensations of pleasure and agony that she craved so much, she did not pass out.
She received a harsh bite on her neck when he leaned over her, and she squealed and shrieked like mad. Astoria squealed not because of the bite, but because feeling the weight of his body on hers as he fucked her just as roughly as before had her hip sockets feeling like her legs might be yanked right off.
"Control yourself, you silly masochistic slut," Harry said with an amused laugh. "I'm not going to tear you apart. I'm just going to see if I can ride you in this position just as hard as before and keep it going so hard and for so long that you literally can't have an orgasm. If you pass out, I'll bring you back. There's no escaping until I'm finished with you; I told you that you were in for it today. Now let's see if you can actually handle the shit you always beg for."
She didn't see how it would be possible for her not to be able to orgasm again. She'd never had that problem with him, even when it felt like she wouldn't be able to. When he resumed fucking her, and her hips finally got the relief they needed, her last thought was that she might very well discover that she couldn't handle what he planned on giving her this time. That would be her last thought for quite some time, because her mind quickly gave up on doing anything other than focusing on surviving what he put her through.
Harry turned on that charm from the mark he had on them all, and he put it up to its maximum intensity right away. She screamed at him adding another layer on top of everything else that he was challenging her with.
--
Astoria tried to lift her head, but she lacked the strength even for that. She might have gotten it up about an inch before it smacked right back down on something rather soft and nice-feeling against her face. She was barely aware of Narcissa laughing at her failure.
"This morning, he told me he was going to give you a fuck only you would appreciate," Narcissa said. "But I didn't expect him to give you that, pet."
Oh. So she was lying between Narcissa's legs, and that soft thing her face was buried between was her chest. Astoria tried to speak, but she just couldn't make her tongue move.
Narcissa laughed even harder. "Fucked stupid has never been used as a literal expression, in my experience. But this is the first time I've ever seen where it is appropriate and accurately describes the situation."
"So good," Astoria mumbled, managing to make her mouth listen to her at last.
"You're such a sweet little masochist," her mistress said. "I know just how good it was for you. I watched most of it. We all did. I don't think you stopped cumming for at least an hour, until our love decided that the charmed marking would damage your nerves if he used it any longer."
"So good," Astoria repeated, starting to drift back off. "He isn't--"
"No," Narcissa said smoothly, understanding exactly what she was trying to ask while she was still capable. "We made sure he didn't get all guilty and start worrying about you, and reminded him that he did exactly what you've been asking for." Her mistress kissed the top of her head. "Sleep easy, pet."
Astoria snuggled in against Narcissa, passing out instantly now that her only concern had been soothed.
--
It was Friday evening, and the group came to Greengrass Manor for the weekly dinner that had become something of a tradition lately. After dinner, as usual, they retired to the sitting room for casual conversation. Harry was quite comfortable, but who wouldn't be with someone as lovely and loving as Gabi snuggling in his lap as they chatted?
"Have you had the marketing shoot for the Firebolt yet?" Edmund asked him after a bit of chat about the current quidditch season, which Harry hadn't paid much attention to.
Harry groaned. "No. I've put it off for as long as I could, but it's going to happen on Sunday. They've planned out the entire day, and it's going to involve all of their top professional athletes from both quidditch and broom racing. They've all committed to it and planned their schedules around it, so yeah, there's really no getting out of it now."
He saw more than one amused expression and heard several snickers from the others at his reluctance to do something that would be a dream for most people. Getting paid to fly around on a new, exclusive racing broom might be something most people would fantasize about, but Harry had little interest. Had it been up to him he wouldn't have been doing it at all, and if it was something he had to do, he would have preferred not to get paid for it.
Narcissa would not hear of that, though. The Lady Black was firm in saying that it would not be appropriate for a man of his stature to participate in an event like this, which would bring great benefits and attention to the company throwing it, without receiving any compensation. They were still arguing about that matter, and as of this evening at Greengrass Manor, he had still not given in. (Later, Harry would finally capitulate when she told him that she would arrange for all of his compensation to be spread to a few charitable causes he supported. By the time Harry finally participated in the event, he would do so knowing that some worthy causes would receive an influx of gold as a result of it, which did help make it feel more worthwhile in his mind.)
Harry wasn't paying much attention when the others started talking about the event in question, but he did give Gabi his full attention when she shifted in his lap to look at him. "What has you looking so nervous, princess?" he asked gently.
"I, uh, I'd like to go with you on Sunday," she mumbled. "There will be so many good fliers, and I'd like to watch." Before Harry could even open his mouth to answer, she shook her head and her face crumpled in on itself. "No, never mind. It's not a big deal, and there isn't time to arrange for me to come as a guest, I'm sure."
Harry gave her a soft, affectionate kiss on the lips before she could ramble on any longer. He recognized what was happening. Her submissive nature, the very same nature so uncommon to veela that had caused such strife with the veela nation when Harry stepped in and prevented them from taking her, was the source of it. For just a moment, for the first time since her maturity had started, she'd broken free of that nature. But it had returned as quickly as it had gone. That side of her didn't think she had the right to ask for things she wanted, and she'd gotten upset at herself for asking. Harry wouldn't allow that to stand.
"Of course you can come with me," he said, stroking her hair as she burrowed into his chest. He probably should have thought of this earlier, honestly. He knew how much Gabi loved to fly. "I'll make the arrangements. There's still plenty of time."
"Actually, the Firebolt Company has strict rules after those leaks that came out last year before they could unveil their new line of brooms," Apolline said. "They even parted ways with three of their top athletes because they wouldn't let their agents enter with them. I don't know that they would make an exception even for you, Harry."
Harry knew that Apolline meant well and was just trying to keep her daughter from getting her hopes up only to get disappointed, but that didn't stop him from angering. He saw Apolline's face blanch at the look he gave her from over the top of Gabrielle's head. She likely hadn't seen him this angry since his altercation with the representatives of the veela nation during the holiday when they tried to take Gabi, which of course ended with the Delacours being here and Gabrielle transferring to Hogwarts. The difference was that the look was shot at Apolline herself this time. Mother of his lover or not, Apolline was learning how intimidating Harry could be when he was angered.
"No," he said sharply. "They'll agree, Apolline. I can assure you of that."
Gabi's head lifted from his chest, and she looked frantic and almost on the verge of hyperventilating. "No, that's okay," she said quickly. "I don't need to go. Ma mère is right. It will be too difficult, and I don't want to make any trouble for you."
Harry grabbed her chin, making her look directly into his eyes. "Calm down, little princess," he said, letting his anger dissipate, but not his determination. She did calm down, at least to a degree. "You know I'll make sure that any of you get what you want, especially when you ask for it. And I'll especially make sure that this, in particular, happens. Do you know why?" His veela still seemed to be trying to deny herself what she wanted, but Harry gave her a look to let her know he wasn't going to budge. She stopped trying to apologize and shook her head instead.
"No, sir," she squeaked. "I don't know."
He chuckled. "Really? You asking me for this was the most exciting moment I'll have this month, and perhaps for even longer than that."
"Why?" she mumbled, so confused and blushing so cutely.
"Because that was the first time you've asked for something you wanted, without any of us needing to push you into it," he said, softly stroking her hair. It felt smooth as silk between his fingers. "No one noticed it, and I stupidly didn't think of it. None of us made you tell us what you wanted, or even had to coax it out of you. For the first time since we were lucky enough to bring you into our lives, you were completely free from your submissive nature, even if just for a second. And I'm guessing it's not just the first time I've seen it, but the first time it's happened at all."
Gabi's eyes widened as she realized it for herself, but Harry continued before she could speak or collect herself. He didn't want there to be any time for her to try and erect any barriers.
"Did it feel good?" he asked. "Would you like to have more of an even balance between speaking up for yourself and being submissive? If not, that's okay. I only want the truth. We want you to be the happiest you can be, so whatever will make you happiest, we'll support you. It feels like this is the first time you can truly, honestly make that choice, because this is the first time you've gotten to feel the other side of it."
He waited, and eventually she nodded with a surprising decisiveness. "I want it," she said.
"Okay," he said, smiling. "We'll make sure you get to have it, then. I know things continue to get more difficult for you, but even as they do, now we can be sure that we're moving in the right direction. We'll finally know that we're making progress and finding ways for you to satisfy that need faster than the need can grow." She nodded again, and he kissed the top of her head.
"Getting you in isn't going to be an issue, so I don't want you to worry about it at all," he said. "And going forward, I definitely don't want you to worry about how difficult you think something might be and let that stop you from asking for it." He gave Daphne and Astoria a quick smile. "There isn't much you could ask for that could even compete with the things our girlfriends demand on a daily basis, after all."
Gabi hugged him and buried her head into his chest again, and Harry held her happily. He looked at Apolline again, and even if he wasn't as angry as he'd been before, he still did not attempt to hide his irritation. Frankly, though, he doubted that his look could make Apolline feel worse than she already did. She appeared to be beyond upset with herself for making that bracing remark without thinking about what it would do to her daughter's fragile, basically nonexistent sense of assertiveness.
His lovely veela girlfriend started to cry into his chest. It was quiet and gentle enough that if he hadn't pulled her face away from his chest to look at her, he doubted any of the others would have ever noticed she was crying.
"What's wrong, little princess?" he whispered. "Tell me what it is so I can help. I want you to be as excited about this as I am. I'm so excited that you're going to come with me and brighten a day that I wasn't looking forward to at all. And I'm even more excited that you got to the point where you felt comfortable and confident enough to ask for it."
"I don't want to be--please, I can't…" She was sobbing and struggling to express herself, but Harry waited patiently. "I don't want to not be me, but I can't do this alone. But it's too much to ask, and you already do so much for me and everyone else. I'll take up so much of your time, but I can't do it without your help."
Harry went to speak, but her sobbing got harder and she shook her head. "I just want to be Gabi," she whimpered. "I don't want to not be me. I'm not going to be Gabi anymore!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the heartbroken expressions on the faces of her parents. He was sure that everyone in the sitting room had been affected deeply by her emotional outburst, but Harry doubted any save her parents felt that heartbreak as keenly as he did.
He kissed her deeply, trying to show her how much he loved her and how quickly she had captured a piece of his heart that would forever belong to her. Even before she'd come along, between Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa, he'd already had more love in his life than just about any wizard could hope to enjoy in multiple lifetimes. But none of that had prevented Gabrielle Delacour from becoming an absolutely vital part of his life, and there was nothing she could ask for that he wouldn't walk through hell to bring to her.
"You will always be you, no matter what happens," he said softly, using his fingers to wipe the tears from her porcelain cheeks. He didn't bother worrying about the wetness on his own. "I promise you that. And I promise you that you will always, always have every last second of my time if that's what it takes. Always, Gabi; I mean that. You won't need it, because we're already figuring this out together. But whenever you need me, you have me. Nothing is more important to me than you, and everyone else here in this room with us. I swear to you that I'll do anything it takes to make sure you never feel like this again. I swear it on the memory of my parents."
She put her head in his chest again, sobbing, and he scooped her lithe body up in his arms as he stood and looked around the sitting room. "I think we're going to head off early tonight," he said. Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa had already been moving towards him before he stood, and the moment they grabbed onto him, they all vanished together. Before he apparated them all away, Harry could see Apolline sobbing while her husband and eldest daughter did their best to console her. It did little to help, though, and Harry understood. Even if it hadn't been intentional, she'd said something that wounded her daughter's delicate psyche deeply. Of course the guilt was going to eat at her.
--
Aella hurried over to Harry the moment he appeared in Greengrass Manor early in the afternoon the day after a pleasant post-dinner conversation had turned so raw and emotional. He gave her a kiss when she reached him, but she pulled back much sooner than she usually would have.
"Is Gabrielle okay?" she asked worriedly. "The girls said she was doing much better, but that was rough to see."
"Everything's fine," Harry assured her, smiling. "Getting it all out seems to have helped. The others will be over soon, too. They're just, well," he laughed and shook his head. "They're being themselves."
"Translation being that they're fucking the life out of Gabi, who will probably be exhausted with all three of them focused on her," Aella said, giggling. "Not like you to miss out on that, though, even if it happened to be one of those incredibly rare times where they didn't want you to fuck them silly and you only got to watch."
"There are plenty of hours in the day for that," he said with a grin. "I also want to speak with Apolline before dinner so it isn't uncomfortable." She nodded, and he gave her a kiss. "But I do believe that you're still mine, even if my girlfriends are all busy. And I have to make up for not doing my job last night, don't I? I'm sure you'll enjoy telling your husband that you're coming with me, so I'll leave that to you. But just don't torment the poor man too much."
She snickered at that, and Harry headed upstairs while she went off to tell Edmund that he would be keeping her very busy.
--
Apolline was frozen in place, feeling like she had when she was a small child who had behaved very poorly and was waiting to be disciplined. In fact, she highly doubted that she ever felt like this even when she was young. She'd never behaved all that poorly as a child, and certainly never badly enough that she felt like this.
Sebastian was more amused by her dread than anything else. He knew how guilty she felt about how her words had cut their precious daughter, and while he had obviously struggled at seeing their youngest in such a state too, finding amusement in her impending lecture by the younger wizard was how he was choosing to move on from it. He hadn't done more than chuckle to himself, because he knew that she was upset and him outright laughing would only make it worse, but she knew him too well not to be able to tell how he felt about this.
Harry sighed and rubbed his temple. "I'm not here to lecture you, so stop looking like that, Apolline," he said. "I'm well aware that you feel awful, and that you would never intentionally say anything to hurt Gabi. Things were handled, and she's fine. More tan fine, honestly. Getting her feelings out in the open like this is a good thing, and we were able to make sure that she believed everything is going to be more than okay moving forward. I'd have told you that earlier, but the girls sleep in late on the weekends unless we have things to do, and I was busy making some arrangements."
She sagged in immense relief upon hearing that, but Harry's severe look assured that she didn't relax too much. "That won't stop me from turning your arse crimson a few moments from now, of course," he promised. "And that will merely be the beginning. It will be as much to relieve you of your guilt as it will be to remind you to think before you speak next time." She gulped and glanced over at her husband, who snickered and showed her not even the slightest bit of concern.
"Don't you look my way," he said. "I told you I wouldn't save you from this, and you know as well as I do that you'll feel horrible for weeks anyway. You always do. Maybe this will help." She sighed. He had a point, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her admit it.
"Well then, there's no need to waste time, is there?" Harry said. "Get over my lap, and pull your skirt up."
Apolline somewhat expected him to strip her entirely naked, and she would have complied with that happily. But maybe that was the point. Maybe he didn't intend for this to be sexual or fun for her at all. He might be looking to punish her for real. If she wanted to find any satisfaction, she would have to push forward on that front herself. He'd made it clear that would be how it happened. And when it did, he would probably entertain himself and his girlfriends by making her earn what she and her husband stepped away from.
She draped herself over his lap and wriggled her skirt up over her arse, feeling mentally pleased when his massive cock hardened beneath her. That erection wouldn't matter, of course, and the tiny thong between her perfectly round arse cheeks wouldn't either. This man fucked several stunning witches all the time. He wouldn't let a sexy arse distract him from his purpose.
His hand landed, and she gasped in surprise. She'd never been spanked in her life, and the pain was much greater than a mere sting. She knew that his girlfriends took this kind of discipline regularly, aside from sweet Gabriele who rarely needed to be disciplined at all and was also more delicate than the others in many ways. Hermione and Pansy were being trained to do so as well.
Apolline was kicking her legs and pleading for mercy by the time she mentally reached the count of twenty spanks, though his leg clamped down over hers to keep her movement down. How Astoria could manage to hit triple digit totals being spanked far harder than this, and considered it mere foreplay, was mind-boggling to Apolline.
No mercy arrived despite her pleas. All Harry gave her was a laugh, followed by more spanks.
"There's number forty," he announced eventually, having to speak up to be heard over her sobs. The spanks continued until he hit number 50, and when he called that number out and pulled his hand back, she believed her punishment to be done. But then something made of hard wood, flat, and in a shape that felt like a hairbrush to her, landed on her arse. The conjured hairbrush smacked her arse twenty times, and he was deliberate and methodical in making sure that he covered every inch of her flesh over the course of those twenty swats. He was experienced at this, and she felt it. By the time he was done, not just her entire arse, but the inside of her upper thighs and the spot where her thighs met her arse were all crimson and burning her like fire.
Finally, mercy arrived. The hairbrush stopped, and she was allowed to calm down. His hand was far gentler than before as he patted her arse. "Feel better?" he asked.
Surprisingly, she nodded. The guilt was gone somehow, perhaps replaced by the pain. The burning in her arse and upper thighs was more intense than she'd imagined it ever could be, but she would much rather feel that pain as opposed to the guilt that had been weighing her down since she saw sweet Gabrielle fall apart in front of her. The physical pain would die down quickly enough with the help of salve and some charms. It would linger for perhaps a day, instead of the weeks of guilt that she otherwise would have been tormented with.
"Good," Harry said. "Go ahead and stand up."
She did, not stopping to fix her skirt as she stood since she didn't want to have it rubbing up against her poor arse. She stared at the massive cock straining inside of his trousers, demanding to be let out. Apolline had somewhat forgotten just how big it was. It had fucked her so silly that she hadn't really been able to remember much about the experience at all, other than how long it had taken her to recover from it. Now that his erection was there right in front of her eyes, she was reminded that while her husband's cock was well above average, roughly around the same size as Edmund's, it couldn't even be compared to this monster. Her eyes locked with Harry's, and she couldn't look away.
"Sebastian, I think your wife has something else she feels she needs to do in order to relieve her guilt," Harry said, making Apolline's eyes go wide. "Don't you, Apolline?" She nodded, overjoyed that it was happening at all, but even more thrilled that it was happening like this. She couldn't help it. Despite everything that had just happened, she looked towards her husband and smirked at him, delighting in his choking cough.
"He will be agreeable," she assured Harry. "We have…discussed it." Her smirk got wider.
"Seems like he'd use a different word to describe it," Harry said, clearly amused.
"Perhaps," she said carelessly. "But he will accept it, and that is what matters. He has to anyway, because I control our sex life via a vow he gave me. That means I can do this regardless of his thoughts on the matter. But it won't come to that point of me having to wield my control so harshly." Sebastian stayed silent, and after a moment, Harry gave him a way out.
"Why don't you head out, Sebastian?" he said. "I can assure you that no supervision is necessary here. It wasn't necessary before, but it's definitely not needed now. Your wife is in very good hands. I know what I'm doing."
"He'd enjoy watching, even if he could find the words to protest it," Apolline said. Harry smiled, watching her strip her top off and tugged her skirt down her legs. Without needing him to say a word, she got down on her knees in front of him.
"I'm aware of that," he said. "But I had to wait since you two couldn't figure it out, and my girlfriends were rather upset. You can wait a while before you see anything in person, Sebastian. But I won't forbid your wife from showing you her memories of it, if she feels like it."
Sebastian choked on his words again, and she gave him a vicious smirk, feeling like his earlier amusement at her predicament had been repaid with interest.
"You heard him," Apolline said to her husband as she pulled Harry's gigantic cock out. "Out, Seb. And you'd better behave if you want to even hear a single detail about this, let alone watch a memory of it."
His eyes went wide, and Harry laughed. Apolline raised an eyebrow as she watched her husband, who seemed both utterly humiliated and more aroused than she'd seen him since she first took complete control of their sex life about a month earlier.
"Don't worry," Harry said while Sebastian headed towards the door. "I won't keep your wife away from you for too long. Not right now, at least. But I won't make any promises about what might happen in the future." She laughed in delight at that, and she could see Seb shiver at the sound. How much of that was humiliation, and how much of it was arousal? Did even he know the answer to that question?
After he left and shut the door, Harry pointed at his cock. "Go on, then. We both know he's going to be right outside that door. He can listen in, and if you do what I would consider an acceptable job down there, he'll get to hear plenty."
She smiled before she got started. She didn't waste any time bothering with teasing him, instead going straight to trying, and failing, to swallow his cock whole. It was an unfortunate failure, but not a surprising one. Sucking cock was by far her weakest skill sexually, not helped by how sparingly she did it. She had a very high sex drive, even by veela standards, so wasting one of the finite number of orgasms she could get out of her partner doing something that wouldn't give her pleasure at the same time was inefficient.
That she was doing her best to swallow Harry's cock now had to make listening in both better and worse for her husband. This was the one thing he commonly requested more of, but she rarely obliged him even before the more recent shift where she'd taken complete control. He could hear her giving it to Harry though. Her attempts to swallow his cock were accompanied by loud gags and coughs, but frustratingly, not by any moans of pleasure from her younger partner. The first sound he made was not a moan of excitement, but an amused chuckle.
"You're not very well practiced at this, are you?" he asked. "We'll work on that first. Once your skills are passable, I'll fuck you." She shot him a despairing look when she heard that ultimatum, but he only laughed longer. "Don't give me that look. You're the one on your knees cuckolding your husband while he listens in from the other side of the door. You probably toyed with him too by saying you'd do it if he didn't succeed at something you knew you could cause him to fail at. Why do you look so surprised? You already did some of this before. It's not hard to figure out how a wife who wants to be as unfaithful as badly as you do would act when she takes advantage of her husband being excited by what he doesn't want to happen." She blushed, knowing every last one of his words were accurate.
"No," he said right away when he noticed her arm subtly shifting. "You don't get to touch yourself. You're meant to be apologizing. Don't think I won't give you a second round if you step out of line. You might think your arse is smarting now, but I promise you that you'd be able to take several more rounds safely."
Apolline sucked at his cock even more desperately, not wanting him to test what she could or could not take. Her desperation finally managed to get a moan of pleasure out of him, but she did not let up in her sucking. She knew that he had very high standards and expectations, and she would need to work very hard to meet them.
"Aella has frustrated her poor husband to the brink and unlike Sebastian, Edmund doesn't find enjoyment out of this particular dynamic," Harry said a few moments later. "He likes seeing his wife enjoying herself, but she's tested his limits. At midnight tomorrow, you'll be joining them, understood?"
She nodded up at him while sucking on his balls, and he grinned. "Good," he said. "Merlin, you're really enjoying this, aren't you? The floor is soaked." Apolline whined, feeling herself burning up all over. He wasn't wrong; she was incredibly horny. She needed to get fucked badly.
"Alright," he said finally. "Finish me off. We're out of time."
Apolline sucked as hard as she could, surprised that he didn't just take control of her and use her as he wished. It was embarrassing, though sadly expected, that she couldn't pull off what he would have considered a good job by his standards. But he let her do the work, giving her no choice but to finish him off and earn her progression.
Eventually, her hard work got a loud moan out of him. "I'm close," he said. "You wanted to be a filthy, cheating little whore, so go ahead and cover your face in it to finalize being one."
She could hear Seb's groan this time, and it made her laugh. She couldn't help it, and she knew it would humiliate him and excite him to hear it, not that she would have held it in even if it would have brought him humiliation alone. If the entire experience was that way for him, she wouldn't be here, of course. Legitimately cheating and betraying him like that was not something she would have done. But since the overall experience contained excitement for him, she wouldn't mind it if certain parts of it were just humiliating. It was his tough luck if it turned out that way; he knew this was part of it, and that it excited her.
Taking Harry's advice, Apolline aimed Harry's cock straight at her face and stroked him through his orgasm, covering herself in an absurd amount of cum from her forehead down to her chin.
"Don't move," Harry said casually once he'd finally finished cumming. He laughed. "I'm feeling generous, and you just left this thing sitting out waiting to be used." Her eyes were closed, so she didn't have any idea what he was talking about, but she did as he demanded and held the same position. He grabbed her wrist to reposition her hand so her fingers wrapped around his cock, or at least tried to. "There. That's a nice touch." He sounded more smug than she could ever remember hearing from him.
The flash and the familiar sound made it apparent that he was holding their camera and had just taken a picture of her cum-covered face. "A wife covered in another man's cum, and showing off her wedding ring while she holds his cock. That's a nice image." She squeaked when she heard that, but he wasn't done. "Go on, then. Let's be kind and make one more to share with your husband. Stick your tongue out."
She did, and while she was sure her husband was feeling well humiliated by now, he was feeling rather humiliated herself while imagining what this picture was going to look like.
"Nice," he said, taking the picture of her with her tongue out. "Now remember your manners."
"Thank you," she said, speaking just loud enough that she imagined Sebastian could hear.
"Making time for you to practice on as close to a daily basis as we can get should be easy enough. But fucking you properly will be a different story once you earn it," Harry said. "Well, unless you stay at my manor, of course. But you're far from earning a proper fuck from me, so that's not a problem that requires a solution just yet. In the meantime, I think Edmund can provide what your husband currently can't."
"I understand," she whispered.
"Good. Now clean yourself up." Harry went to leave but paused at the door. "It seems that your husband has already headed back downstairs. You'll have to inform him that starting Monday you will no longer be permitted to wear anything above the waist around this manor, or in mine, unless you happen to be welcoming guests that don't know what a slut you are. If you try to defy me on this, I'll vanish anything the moment I see it, and I'll make sure Edmund and Aella know that they're welcome to do the same if they wish. She will keep me informed either way, so you had best behave yourself."
Before she could think about how to respond, he shrugged his shoulders. "Or don't behave, if you feel like getting in more trouble. I'll admit that I'm curious to see what would happen to a veela if I put the denial spell on them, and you're much closer to deserving that than I can ever imagine sweet Gabi reaching. It's your choice, really."
Finally, she thought to herself as he left. It had finally happened, and it had happened in the best way she could imagine. Well, she hadn't gotten everything she wanted yet, of course. She still had work to do if she was going to get him to fuck her. But she was a quick learner, and she was now very motivated to perfect her cocksucking skills!
--
Watching Gabrielle's beaming face as she excitedly shared one detail after another about her afternoon at the Firebolt marketing shoot had everyone in the room grinning. It was a marked difference from the emotional display they'd seen not even two full days earlier, and Aella was pleased to see it.
"I was barely able to convince her to leave the broom they gave her at home before we came over," her daughter Daphne teased. "Were it not for my intervention, we'd all be watching her flying laps around the house through the window." Gabrielle blushed and looked away, but her good cheer remained in place, so it was cute rather than heart-rending.
"You should be able to ride it in public later this week, oui?" her mother asked, which got a happy nod from Gabrielle. No one was more relieved to see everything back to normal than Apolline. They were better than normal, in fact. The young veela was in such incredibly high spirits, and her day had clearly gone amazingly.
Aella didn't know exactly what Harry had done or how he'd managed to get Gabrielle admitted on such late notice. Only his girlfriends seemed to know, but they had yet to offer up any details. Apolline's words during that emotional post-dinner chat had been ill-judged and poorly timed, considering her daughter's unique struggles, but they hadn't been inaccurate. She might have even understated the difficulty of Gabrielle managing to get into the shoot on such short notice, but that hadn't stopped Harry. He'd worked his magic on her behalf. Perhaps he'd used his fame and influence to pull the appropriate strings. He detested using his name like that most of the time, but Aella knew he wouldn't hesitate to do it if necessary, particularly if it was for the benefit of one of the women he loved. She didn't think it had been needed this time though, based on the vague comments her daughters had made about the matter.
While Gabi continued her enthusiastic retelling of her afternoon, Aella leaned in close to Harry. "I know you've been playing nice, and that we're trying to limit what Sebastian and Edmund have to watch," she whispered. "But I also told him and Fleur to control themselves before dinner, otherwise I wouldn't control myself. They were both supposed to be fully ready when midnight rolled around, but they had to go and be naughty."
"It's the last evening of the week," he whispered back. "It's not like I'm going to stop being open in front of your husband in the future just because I have to share my sex slave with her husband again. You've rubbed it in his face enough, I'd say. There was never a natural chance to do more, and going out of our way for it seemed like a bit much for the first week."
She blushed at being called his sex slave, which was a reminder of what she wanted to be, had promised to be and was enjoying becoming. That was good, because she was sure she would never be allowed or want to not be Harry's sex slave.
"Well, he knows there will be consequences for sneaking off with Fleur," she said, shaking her head. "He's also a grown man. All he needed to do was control himself for a few hours, and he couldn't manage that. I suppose I could pretend I didn't notice though, and then maybe I'd still have my threats and promises carry some respect in the future."
Harry rolled his eyes as he stood up, grabbing her arse firmly to carry her off and ignoring the giggles from some of those watching them leave. "Fine," he said. "I'll play along. You're not wrong, after all. But we both know that last part was never going to change my mind if I wasn't already willing to play along. So, don't think you can guilt trip me with that when we both know your husband will never disregard a single thing you say, nor would you do that to him. I'd say the likeliest explanation is that Fleur made him believe you said it was fine."
"It might not have helped my chances, but I don't think it hurt them either," she said playfully. "And yes, you're probably right about it being Fleur's doing. She's been urging me as much as I've been urging you. It's quite hilarious, actually."
"Yes, hilarious," he said in a deadpan, giving her arse a squeeze. "So, we're heading off to do whatever this is, but I have no idea what you have in mind, or how you plan to make it all happen. I suspect you do, though."
She shrugged. "I have a few ideas. It all depends on where they are. But hopefully Fleur's excuse about needing a shower after Hermione and Pansy dragged her into some muggle exercise was at least partially true." She opened the door to her bedroom and was pleased with what she found.
"Oh, so it was partially true, then. And even better: the silencing charms are still up on the bedroom. It seems they didn't get straight into the shower, since every single thing that was on that vanity the last time I was in here is now strewn across the floor. They even put silencing charms up on the bathroom door, too. That's excellent! It'll save me from having to put them up myself and risking giving the game away early in the process." She gave her lover a firm kiss and yanked at his clothes, and Harry laughed into the kiss and undressed her as well.
"If you're planning on pretending that we didn't notice they were up here, I don't think that's going to be very convincing," he said when their lips broke apart.
"Oh, no," she said, laughing lightly. "This isn't meant to be even the slightest bit subtle. It's meant to be just the opposite of that, unless you're going to be all honorable and careful like usual."
Harry smacked her arse. "I'd prefer the term respectful, which certainly doesn't apply to you," he said. But the smug smirk on his face at what they were about to do rather ruined the role he was trying to play. She liked it better this way, though. He was going to enjoy this every bit as much as she would, if not even more, however much he might playfully pretend that he was just going along with it to indulge her.
She lay back on her bed and looked up at him. "I don't need or want any foreplay this time," she said. "I want to make sure they walk in on you fucking me right in the middle of my--oh!"
Her instruction was cut off in a moan of pleasure and pain as he roughly shoved his cock into her, just like she'd wanted him to do. She clawed at his back while feeling his giant cock stretch her to the limit just as it always did.
"I know what you want," he said. "You already said it, and we're going to let them see everything that you want them to see, slut. If we're doing this, I can't have your husband thinking I'm exaggerating about how well I fuck his wife, or how much she enjoys being ravaged by me until she can't take a single thrust more. And I want him to know how I keep fucking her silly even after that, and how she sings my name the entire time, singing it like she's never done for anyone else but me. Then he can try to match up once he's finally got a chance with you again. And then the next time I'll show him that this was only a taste of the things I've done to you, and nothing compared to what I will do to you in the future."
With that said, he put a hand on her throat and choked her while beginning to pound her hard enough that the bed was rebounding. She felt as if her body was bouncing, and it would have been if his body wasn't pinning her down on the bed while he shagged her rotten.
She would estimate that it took about fifteen minutes before she saw the bathroom door handle twisting while she was getting demolished with her arse up and her face pressed sideways on the bed. Harry had obviously seen it as well, because he promptly adjusted her so her arse was even higher and her legs were tucked even more under her. Her back had to arch up even more, to the point that it must look like a sideways U. His hand was in her hair, making sure she couldn't shift out of that position at all.
Aella was moaning in a deep, guttural sort of way, to go along with the squeals and grunts that he fucked out of her. They combined to make her sound like a stuck pig who was excited to be stuck, as humiliating as that was. She could hear how loud it was, but she wasn't in any position to do anything about it. She clawed at the bed and felt her toes curl, knowing that Harry was in control of her body from head to toe. And they would see the same when they opened that bathroom door.
They would be able to clearly see that she was being fucked right up to the brink of her limit in this position. It was so demanding just to have her body contorted like this, to say nothing of having Harry being this rough with her, fucking her feverishly even with her body forced into such a challenging position.
He wasn't spanking her; clearly, he wanted to display solely her being fucked the way only he could fuck her, shagging sounds out of her and drawing reactions from her that her husband had never heard or seen, and perhaps would not be able to replicate later tonight when he undoubtedly attempted to do so. A bit of hair pulling was all Harry did aside from fucking her. Other than that, it was just an arm holding her under her hips so he could subject her to a mind blowing, brutal fuck.
Edmund's eyes met hers the moment he opened the door, and it sent her over the edge into an orgasm. The timing could not have been better if she'd been in any sort of control to try it.
"That's the third in fifteen minutes, you needy slut," Harry said smugly. His taunting of her, right in front of Edmund at that, only made the orgasm more intense for her. He was letting it be known that this wasn't a fleeting moment that they'd arranged in order to show off. It was commonplace anytime Harry put her to use as his sex toy. She continued to stare at her husband while Harry kept fucking her through and beyond her orgasm, and the silence was broken by a giggle from Fleur.
"Oops," the veela said, smiling. "It would seem that she didn't believe us. And I suppose it is now fairly obvious that I didn't discuss it with her beforehand as I said I did."
Edmund just growled at her. Harry, seemingly knowing exactly what she wanted, slowed down just enough for Aella to be able to get actual words out instead of just moans and squeals.
"He knew better," she managed to say. "He knows how much you like to tease us both, and this is his penalty for playing along with you. He has to watch his wife get fucked like this! He has to see how much I love it!"
Fleur laughed again. "And you are certainly getting fucked, aren't you?" she said. Unlike Edmund, she found the entire situation very entertaining. Aella might have said something back, but Harry sped up again, leaving her unable to do anything but cry out. Edmund finally broke eye contact with her and turned to Fleur.
"You're going to get what you so clearly want," he said. "But don't think I won't find a way to get even sometime in the future."
Fleur's smile only grew with the threat. "I hope you do, if you can figure out a way to get even after this." Edmund grunted, looking back at Aella again. She saw a large amount of jealousy on his face, but she saw arousal there too.
"Look, your wife is getting fucked!" Aella said, staring back at him. She couldn't help herself. "Please cum in me, sir! Cum inside of his wife while he watches! Fill her up!"
"You're fucking shameless, aren't you?" Harry said roughly. "You've had plenty of your fun, so that is enough speaking out of you." Somehow, he fucked her even harder after that. He fucked her so hard that the sounds coming out of her throat sounded more pathetic than ever, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was convinced that he'd only said that so he could have an excuse to show off and shag her even harder. But that was just fine with her, because she loved having him show off!
Merlin, he was hitting all the spots she loved having him hit, rubbing against her at the perfect angle. He could always manage to do that. It wasn't just because he had this massive cock and delivered these powerful thrusts. Everything was fierce and animalistic, but at the same time his motions managed to be deliberate and purposeful. He was so talented at this, making sure that she enjoyed every second of having him pound away inside of her. She knew it showed, too. No one would react like this if all they received were aimless thrusts delivered without any skill or purpose. Even this cock that felt as big as a beater's bat splitting her in half wouldn't have made her come undone like this without the skill that Harry put into everything.
She came again, briefly managing to glance up to see Edmund's wide eyes as he watched it happen. She could hear Fleur laughing, and realized that they could see her tongue hanging out of her mouth. It wasn't as pronounced as it had been at times when he'd truly exhausted her, but he'd definitely never made her tongue flop around out of her mouth this quickly. Aella knew that the situation of being watched by her husband and their girlfriend had as much to do with the speed of it all as the amazing fuck did.
Harry gave her a slap on the arse. "I'm close," he said, slowing down slightly in his thrusts. "Remind me where you want it."
"In me, please!" she howled. "I need to feel it filling me up so, so bad! Watch your wife get filled, and don't you dare move or look away! You knew what the consequences would be if you didn't save every bit of energy you had for midnight, when you'd finally have me again. You brought this all on yourself, husband. Just be glad that I didn't choose to go home with him tonight all on my own, even after you would be able to fuck me again!"
"Oops," Fleur said, still finding amusement in the whole situation. "I think we'd better stay and watch like she said. It was bad enough when you had to sit and watch without touching while I enjoyed my girlfriend and you couldn't. I don't think I'd have been able to survive that, but I'd enjoy trying anyway!" She tapped her chin with her finger. "You know, maybe we actually should leave."
Edmund put a hand over the veela's mouth to cut her off, and the thought of how he would react if she did do that had Aella crying out again. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming again!" she screeched. "Edmund, he's making your wife cum again, already!"
Harry moaned loudly, exploding inside of her at that. The cum flooded her poor pussy; it was a massive load even by his standards. That made it even better for Aella, and would make for an even more memorable visual for her husband and their girlfriend. There was so much that it was pouring out of her long before he had even pulled his cock out of her, and it dripped down to stain her bed.
"You had your fun, wife," Edmund growled after it was over, his own usually dominant nature taking over again. "You'll also get the response you want from me later, so go get changed so we can go down and spend time with the rest of our guests before dinner."
"Oh?" Aella smirked at him. "Just because you watched doesn't mean I'm done, dear. Do you have anything else you want to do before dinner, Harry?"
"You're still exclusively mine until midnight, and I'm going to make the most of the time I have left," Harry said. "In fact, I'm going to wear you out and leave you without any energy left by the time midnight arrives."
"You heard him," she said. "I'm afraid we'll need the bedroom until midnight, dear. But please, feel free to stay and watch him fuck me all night if you'd like to."
While Fleur laughed, Edmund stared at his wife with arousal, with jealousy and with a silent promise to make her pay for it all once she was his again. That was something she was looking forward to very much. Honestly, as much as anything else, her memories of this last week would prominently feature hearing and seeing what Edmund and Fleur had been getting up to while she was Harry's alone. If that kind of attitude and heat was going to carry over once midnight struck and she was back in the fold in the master bedroom of Greengrass Manor, their sex life was going to be more than ever before. She expected she was going to get it harder than Fleur had, and she couldn't wait for it.
"Shall we take the slut up on her invitation and stay right here and watch, love?" Fleur asked as Harry slid back into Aella. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his neck. "I'm more than happy to give them a show while they give us one."
That sounded like a fantastic idea to Aella. "We can share the room, Edmund!" she moaned. "Harry can fuck me silly, and you can fuck our girlfriend while he makes me scream his name!"
"Ah, I think you may have teased him a bit too much," Fleur said after he grunted again. "Otherwise he might have actually done it." Edmund took her by the arm and started pulling her out of the bedroom. "But maybe next time, love." About ten seconds after they'd exited the bedroom, Aella heard the sound of Fleur getting slammed into the other side of the hall right beside her and Harry. He'd dragged her into his office then, and was going to take out his aggression on the veela against the wall.
"Well, it seems like he doesn't want to silence the door this time," Harry said, laughing. He glanced off to the side. "They were so distracted that they left their wands behind, so his choices are limited to everyone listening to his wife getting fucked until she passes out or coming in and having to watch the things I do to you again. I'll be a gentleman and silence the corridor so only the two of them have to listen to the sounds you make for me."
"Cumming!" Fleur howled out within a minute of being slammed against the wall. Harry snorted.
"You know, of all of you, I think your girlfriend might be the one enjoying all of this the most," he said.
"You're going to make me cum far more than she does, aren't you?" a moaning Aella whispered. Now it was Harry who growled.
"As if there was ever a chance of any outcome other than that," he said.
--
It was two minutes until midnight, and Aella was still sorting herself out, Harry having left about fifteen minutes earlier. She was recovering, and also bracing herself for what was to come. Her husband would be an animal once midnight struck. That was clear, and she'd known it was coming when she acted the way she had. She was already exhausted thanks to Harry, but there would be no time for her to rest just yet. In truth, though, it was the comment Harry made right before he departed that was commanding most of her attention at the moment.
The door opened, and she expected it to be Edmund ready to pounce. Instead, she was surprised to see Apolline walk into her bedroom, naked aside from her heels. Aella raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'll give you the exact details of how it finally started tomorrow Aella," Apolline said before she could speak. "Tonight, I'm here to assist you in making it up to your husband after all of your teasing over the last week. I'm also here to make sure you survive the night."
Edmund and Fleur entered at that point, and the younger of the two veela in the room gave a triumphant cry. "I told you! I could just tell!"
"You were right," Edmund said gruffly, "but don't be smug about it. It doesn't land the way you want it to after I wore you out so easily earlier." Aella giggled at Fleur's blush.
"It seems Harry was worried I may have been a bit too mean to you, dear," she said to her husband. He opened his mouth, then closed it so he could pause to consider his words. Finally, he laughed.
"I'm no hypocrite," he said. "I'll have to take it on the chin, because I can't pretend I'm not going to be the most smug bastard you've ever seen around the Manor starting now." She laughed and kissed him deeply.
"Mmm, I suppose I won't apologize, then," she said. He growled and yanked her hair.
"You don't need to, but you'll be put in your place either way, wife." He looked over at Apolline while still holding Aella's hair. "Are there any limits we should know of?"
"Maybe don't be too smug too quickly," the veela purred. "I know how you can get, Edmund. Oh, and nothing beyond groping while my husband is watching. But you can feel free to tell him to leave when you want to do more than that. Or you can leave it to me to tell him. I'll happily do so." He stared at her, and she laughed. "I thought you'd have your wife screaming by now. But if we really need to discuss it first, Harry said that he had to wait before he could watch what his wife's lovers do to her."
That got a snicker from Edmund. "I can't help but agree with him there," he said, before his voice got sharper and more commanding. "On the bed, wife. And don't think you'll get off easy just because your lover sent someone in to save you. Our girlfriend can attest to the fact that this is going to be a very long night."
--
"Are we wearing you out for the first time, love?" Daphne asked, looking over at Harry. "You've gotten two of us to pass out, true, but usually you would have had all four of us exhausted by now."
Harry chuckled. "Very well might," he muttered. "It's been three nights now of this. But I'd say I performed even better than usual. If you do go to bed needy, that's on you four, not me."
"We told you it excited us," Narcissa said, kissing him while she moved to straddle him. She took him inside of her again with a moan. By now, she'd surely lost count of how many times she'd had his cock tonight, just as Daphne had. Daphne kissed her passionately, which only made her enjoy the moment that much more.
"I thought it was exciting the last time you let loose, but this time was really something," Daphne said. Narcissa initiated their next kiss before bucking and bouncing on Harry's cock. Daphne slid behind her to cup her breasts and suck at her neck, and Narcissa moaned.
"My Lord, claiming what and who he wishes to," she whispered. "Amazing."
"It went exactly how we said it would, too," Daphne added. "But now that you've started, I expect you're done being so overly cautious about it."
Harry moaned as Narcissa bounced faster on his cock. "If you all can control yourselves, I won't need to be cautious," he replied.
"We'll do our best," Daphne said, trying hard not to crack a smile. "But it won't be easy, love." Narcissa came at that point, and Daphne had to wait for her to stop screaming before she could continue. "The real issue may be your best friend and Pansy. Did you see the looks they sent the poor man's way? They're the worst of the lot; teasing him about what he missed out on, only to end up in the same place, if not worse."
"I think we can leave them to their teasing," Narcissa said as she relaxed against his chest and bounced her hips. "They seem to enjoy it, and why do we need to get involved, anyway? We have everything we want, and we still keep convincing you to give us more."
Harry gave a good-natured shake of his head, and Daphne snuggled in beside him and kissed him. "Only you lot could say all of this is about giving you more," he said.
"But it is," Daphne insisted, "and I think the last three nights have shown that."
He chuckled. "Fair. I can't argue with that."
"She has one more in her, I think," Daphne said, looking at Narcissa. She was almost entirely out of it, and it had to be instinct propelling her on as she mindlessly fucked herself on his cock. "But I have many more left in me. You aren't going to neglect me now that you have another witch to fuck, are you?"
"It's cute that you two seem to think you're even close to outlasting me," he said, grabbing her by the throat. "But you're getting a bit too smug now. After Lady Black finishes herself off, I'll remind you of your place. After that, who knows? Maybe I'll call your mother over and fuck her right on top of you while you try to go to sleep."
She shuddered at the thought. "Fuck. May I touch myself, sir?"
"No," he said, smirking at her and shaking his head. "There's not going to be anything for you to even try and joke about. I'm going to wear you out, so be a good girl and wait patiently for our girlfriend to finish up. And put your hands behind your back for me, so I'll know you're being good."
Daphne obeyed, feeling her body shiver again. Eventually, despite his hand remaining on her throat, she managed to moan out a warning. "Oh, fuck, I--I may cum just from thinking about all of this, sir."
"Control yourself, slut," he growled. Her eyes went wide, and she whimpered.
"I can't help it!" she whined. "Please, sir!"
He allowed magic to aid his hand in comfortably and effortlessly lifting her up to sit on his face. His tongue touched her clit, and she screamed at the same time that Narcissa did. She tried to thank him for taking such good care of her, but unintelligible gibberish was all that came out.