Daphne laughed, making a decision not to tease Hermione too much about how desperate she currently was to find some way to give both herself and her girlfriend to Harry so he could fuck them both. She made this decision primarily because of how flustered she obviously was, but Daphne also completely understood how difficult it was to find a way to thank Harry properly. Merlin knew she'd tried, but how could you ever show him enough gratitude or give him gifts grand enough to feel like you'd adequately repaid him for all he did for you?
"It's impossible anyway," Hermione groaned, trying to hide her face. "He basically completely owns me and Pansy as it is anyway." She shook her head. "Basically? Who the fuck am I kidding? He does own us, and it was our doing. We gave ourselves to him."
These groaning complaints at first seemed like they would be fun to tease Hermione about, but after thinking about it, Daphne decided she would get no enjoyment out of doing such. The brunette witch was embarrassed about the role her best friend had taken up in the lives of her and her girlfriend, but she would be genuinely upset if he wanted to give it up.
This was also something Daphne could understand completely. She understood both the excitement of it and the disappointment she would feel if she were in Hermione's shoes and Harry gave up that role. Hermione had nothing to worry about, of course, and everyone knew that. Harry loved his role; they all loved it and loved having Hermione and Pansy join the fun. Harry's role in their lives had plenty of carryover that benefited Daphne and the rest of his girlfriends, beyond just the enjoyment they got out of watching him command and demand things from them.
"The best idea is probably just to act as if you have accepted that," Daphne said. "When he says he doesn't need or want anything in return, he genuinely means that, and you know this to be true as well as I do." Hermione nodded. "But you'll keep waiting until some unexpected opportunity arises, of course. Don't get it in your head that you'll ever be able to catch up, though. All of us are in the same predicament there, because that's impossible. You'll just fall further behind every time you look. We get to try to fulfill all of his fantasies, but that just ends up as him fulfilling ours, since they ultimately become shared fantasies."
"I can't help it," Hermione groaned. "I hate the feeling of owing someone something, but I hate it so much worse when I have no way to properly reciprocate."
Daphne laughed and gave Hermione a gentle pat on the arse. "You'll get over it the next time he shags you rotten, or the next time you get on your knees and do your best to fit that giant dick in your mouth," she said. "Or maybe you'll get over it when he takes you over his knee and slaps this cute arse a lot harder than I just did. For now, how about we return to discussing how you and your girlfriend's already amazing arses have somehow been looking even rounder and even more amazing over the last few weeks. If you can explain that to me, maybe you can help me understand what I need to do to catch up to my sister."
Hermione blushed, looking very pleased at the compliment. "I didn't know you were willing to exercise," she teased, overcoming her earlier embarrassment. Daphne just stared. "It's just some standard muggle workouts we've been doing, but somehow I overlooked the existence of nutrition potions. They don't taste great, but they've been very helpful."
"We're going shopping tomorrow," Daphne declared. "I know my father and Stori have some Greengrass family business to conduct tomorrow, so you should be able to help me put a personal gym together here, provided you don't have other plans immediately after work. There is ample space at the manor, and Harry works out daily as it is."
"Only you lot could decide to go and buy an entire gym in one day," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Muggle stores don't have that kind of equipment just lying around. Unless you're willing to accept the cheap stuff, I suppose, but I doubt you are."
"We'll have them rush delivery of it to our muggle address," Daphne said, shrugging. "I may have grown up in this world, but I know enough about muggle shopping to be aware that you can't just walk in and buy large items like that. I won't have any issue waiting for a few days."
"I'll bring my parents along, then," Hermione said. "They've always worked out. I don't have a clue about what equipment to buy, but my father certainly will."
Daphne grinned. "Wonderful. It's been too long since I was able to see them for anything longer than a quick chat, anyway."
--
Apolline was barely able to keep her smirk from growing any larger than it ordinarily got when she and Sebastian were alone. It was Friday night, and unbeknownst to her husband, she had big plans for the evening. Harry was finally, finally going to fuck her.
She'd gone to him in a panic after remembering that Friday night was her regular date night with her husband, and he'd agreed without issue, as it was convenient for him to have the time beforehand as well. She didn't want to cancel this date night. It was a tradition that they had kept up consistently over the years, interrupted only when outside events made it impossible for them to spend the evening together. Those interruptions hadn't been along the lines of what was to come here, but less enjoyable interruptions like social events and business travel.
While tonight was going to be full of the inevitable complicated emotions for Sebastian that came with the unique lifestyle they'd adopted recently, the simple truth was that this had been his fantasy long before it was hers. Yes, she had increased the intensity of it considerably from anything he'd been able to come up with on her own, and perhaps pushed the boundaries of what he could accept at times. But that ultimately underpinned all of it. She loved the man with all her heart, and if there ever came a time that he really, truly did find the reality of living this kink had become too much to take, she would stop it at once. Honestly, if it reached the point where Seb wasn't enjoying this, she probably wouldn't have gotten any enjoyment out of it even if he'd been willing to continue suffering through it for her sake. She didn't expect that to happen, and of course she didn't want it to. This cuckolding fantasy had proven to be very exciting for both her and her husband thus far, and she did not see that changing.
Luckily, she hadn't needed to cancel. Once she'd straightened out that scheduling conflict with Harry, she'd gotten to work on deciding how she was going to do this. She knew it was mean of her to choose this method, but it was also going to make it so much more fun for her too. She'd decided that she wouldn't tell him what was going to happen tonight. He was going to be caught completely off guard by this change of plans, and she couldn't wait to see it all unfold.
"Go ahead and sit down, Seb," she said casually, gesturing to the comfortable chair set up in their bedroom. It was positioned to offer a perfect view of their bed. If only he knew just what he was going to be watching from that chair in moments!
He took his seat, and she grinned when she noticed his eyes drinking her in. There was plenty to drink in while she was wearing this flimsy dress. It showed off almost too much cleavage and it was fairly short, with a slit up the side that only accentuated how short it was and how wonderful her legs and arse were. It was a great dress, to be sure. Young Lavender Brown knew what she was doing, and her husband loved the sight of her in the dress. But as he was about to learn, she hadn't invited him to take a seat so he could admire her body in this dress.
The bedroom door opened, and Apolline moved over to greet her guest. Before Sebastian's brain could even fully realize what was happening, she put her arms around Harry's neck and drew him into a passionate kiss. It was nothing like the kiss of a husband and wife. This was the kiss of two people who were embracing purely for sex. Her husband would certainly squirm while watching it, but it wouldn't make him worry about things that weren't part of the bargain. Harry didn't love her, and she didn't love him. This was about fucking.
His strong hands ran up and down her body, and she moaned. He gave her tits a squeeze and pulled the bottom of her dress up to play with her arsecheeks for a bit before finally pulling away. He glanced over at Sebastian sitting in the chair, and then looked back at Apolline with a raised eyebrow. His look was stern, but she could see that he was amused as well.
"Seems to me like you didn't inform your husband of your plans for the evening," he said. "I can't imagine his jaw would be hitting the ground like that if he had any idea that he would see me walk into his bedroom and grab his wife's arse tonight."
She looked over at Seb with a vicious smirk, not needing to try and hide her full amusement now. She'd been holding back up until now so he wouldn't catch on that something was up, but now that it had begun, she could unleash her smug cruelty in full.
"What does it matter?" she asked with deliberate carelessness while staring straight at her husband, doing all she could to twist the knife. "It isn't as if he has any say in this at this point. He had his chance to stop this from happening, and he lost it. Now he has to accept it, whether he likes it or not."
"I can't disagree," Harry said while pulling her flimsy dress off for her. "I did make sure that you both had every opportunity imaginable to back out and make sure this was something you really wanted and could live with. You really only have yourself to blame for not taking any of the many chances you had to change your mind, Sebastian." He gave her arse a firm slap. "I still have half a mind to spank you for not telling him, so behave yourself. Another slip-up and I'll have you begging for mercy. I don't care if it happens when I'm in the middle of fucking you silly; I'll do what I need to do."
She blushed, but her smirk grew at the same time. Apolline stared straight at her husband while she strutted across the room with an exaggerated swing of her hips. Her dress was long gone thanks to Harry, and she hadn't worn a bra, as it would have gone against the fit of the dress. She was almost naked now, though amusingly enough, this was as much clothing as she usually wore these days. This was true even when she was in a manor belonging to another, and which was frequented by many people each night. Still, it had a very different meaning now because of where they were, what was about to happen and who was going to watch it happen.
"I suppose it would be polite of me to ask if you've had an enjoyable night so far," Harry said while climbing onto her bed and lying down. She laughed.
"It was lovely, as always," she said. "Our date nights are always wonderful, and always have been. We always used to enjoy our evening together, and then we would come home and I'd get to fully satisfy myself. Unfortunately, with our lovely hosts also spending their Friday evenings out together, the way I got that satisfaction hasn't had as much variety as usual recently. Still, I won't pretend that I've been going to bed unsatisfied, even with all of the recent…changes. My husband is too talented with his tongue for that."
"Glad to hear it," Harry said, propping his head in his hands. "Now put your mouth to work. I know you haven't been able to practice much, but you can show off and let your husband see how much better you've gotten. After all, it's been a long time now since he's seen you suck cock in person."
Apolline knelt before Harry, yanked his trousers and underwear off to free his cock. Then she spun around again and knelt with her arse by his head. Harry laughed, obviously understanding that she was making the most of this chance to look Seb dead in the eyes and smirk at him. She could see how much this had affected him already. He was so excited and so humiliated at the same time, and it was almost unbearably arousing for her to be in this position of power over him. He hadn't moved or spoken, and that was with her not even having commanded him to stay silent or not interrupt and make a nuisance of himself. She would definitely do that if need be, but thus far he hadn't given her a reason to do so.
Harry gave her a little pat on the arse and didn't hurry her up or order her to get started. He understood what she was doing and how it played into the humiliation at the center of this, so he patiently let her do her thing.
"Look at how massive it is, Seb!" she murmured. "I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I've sucked it more now than I've sucked yours, even with all our years of marriage. Watch this closely, because even if those two sneaky witches that hold your key are exceedingly generous, I think it's likely that this is as close as you'll ever get to being in my mouth again. You'd need to be fully accessible for me each day before I would even consider it an option as a reward for you." He let out a strangled sort of choking gasp, and she cackled viciously.
"Finally, I'm going to get fucked again at the end of a fun date night!" she said. "Aren't you excited for me?" Her husband opened his mouth but shut it before anything could come out. She laughed and shook her head.
"Oh, you can't answer, because you know any lie will be so obvious that you might as well have just told the truth to begin with," she said. "Well, I'm sure you would prefer it to be you, of course. But if I'm being honest, I would rather it not be you. I don't remember much about the last time I got fucked, but I remember that it was nothing like I'd ever felt before!"
"Okay, I think you've taunted him enough for now," Harry said with a chuckle while patting her arse. "Get to work."
She did. She sucked his cock sloppily, gagging and retching around his massive tool. She was more excited to suck a cock than she had ever been in her life, and she knew that it showed in her performance and her determination. She pushed her own physical limits without even thinking.
"I should have let you watch your wife do this earlier if this is how she's going to respond to your presence, Sebastian," Harry laughed. "This is the most enthusiastic she's ever been when sucking my cock, and definitely the best job she's ever done of it too."
Seb was beyond humiliated at this point, and she loved it. She loved even more how he couldn't take his eyes off of hers, nor could he hide his arousal growing as he watched her suck this giant dick in their bedroom at the end of their date night. She did her best with Harry in her mouth, and she was excited when he took her knickers off not much later.
"I'm impressed," he said, patting her bare arse. "You did well enough that I think we can get right to it. Unless you want to keep practicing for a bit longer?"
Apolline popped off right away. "No. You're going to finally fuck me now." Harry laughed, and this was when she made her first mistake, one she should have known better than to make. "I'm serious. You're going to finally get to it, Harry. I'm tired of fucking waiting for it."
What she'd said was bad enough, but the even bigger mistake was letting her allure out and focusing it on him. She'd done this before to Seb when he was worn out but not completely depleted. He was barely affected by her allure, which had played a not insignificant part in her falling in love with him to begin with. It still could serve the purpose of drawing out the last of his arousal and getting his cock hard again, no matter how tired he might be.
Using it on Harry had been a major mistake though, doubly so since she used it to try and assist her as she demanded that he do something. She couldn't help it; this was who she was. She wasn't submissive in the bedroom, and she had just been so excited and caught up in the thrill of dominating Seb in this new and exhilarating way that she hadn't even thought about what she was doing and how bad an idea it was.
Harry laughed again, but it was lower, far less amused, and sounded infinitely more dangerous. He dragged her up onto her knees and shifted her sideways. He pressed against her but did not move. After a moment of pausing in tense silence, she went to move.
His hand was suddenly on the back of her head, pushing it down sideways onto the bed. The other hand forced her arse to remain as high up in the air as it could be and pushed it forward some so her back arched more than she was used to. It wasn't too painful but was just intense enough to create another physical representation of their dynamic. Regardless of her sexual nature with everyone else, she was submissive with him.
"I'm glad we can get this out of the way before we even begin," Harry growled. "I'm in charge here. You begged me to fuck you. And even if you hadn't, I'd still be in charge. I suspect that you've used that allure on your husband so many times to enable him to do what you want him to do that you've both ended up where we are now. But this is your warning not to bother trying it with me. It won't work, and you won't need it to get what you're after from me anyway. I'm going to wear you out long before I'm even close to being tired myself."
"Fine, as long as I get fucked," she said without thinking. She groaned at her words, but at least he laughed at it.
"You just can't fucking help yourself, can you?" He asked. "That was a pretty poor attempt at it though. Even you clearly know you aren't meant to be in charge here, and that your allure is going to be less than useless in changing that for you."
"I don't even use it fully," she whined. "I'm a powerful veela, Harry. I promise you that even you, as strong as you are, would be affected by it if I tried hard enough. But I want to get fucked tonight, so I'll let you be in charge."
"You're amusing," Harry said, chuckling. "You know what? Go ahead and prove it. If you can get it to affect me enough that I start fucking you within the next sixty seconds, I'll let you be on top. I think it'll be entertaining to see you try, and I'm honestly curious to feel what a full shot of allure is like. I've never actually had a veela try it at full strength before."
Apolline didn't give him any warning. She let her allure loose and focused it solely on him. Her husband gasped slightly from the residual waves of it before she had it fully under her power, but once she had it all under her control and directed at the assault on Harry Potter's senses, she was confident she was going to prove that even Harry Potter couldn't stand up to her at her strongest. Any second now, she expected him to be under her control.
He was silent, and she was convinced that it was because she had him. After waiting a good fifteen seconds, more than long enough for her allure to have battered his mental shields and taken him into her thrall, she spoke.
"Fuck me, Harry," she said. Her voice did not sound human. It instead morphed into the seductive crooning that came along with releasing her allure like this. Her voice was meant to sound to him as if she was his own personal goddess whispering into his ear and promising pleasures beyond human comprehension should he surrender to her.
Surprisingly, he still didn't make any move to shove his cock inside of her, nor did he say anything.
"Fuck me, Harry!" she tried again, but still, nothing happened. She looked up and noticed that there was a running timer, and her allotted sixty seconds to control him were dwindling rapidly. She tried several more times, getting increasingly desperate as the clock ran out. Since everything else failed, she tried to cheat. Her allure stayed focused on him even as the clock hit zero, not giving up her battle to bend this wizard to her will just because she'd already lost the challenge.
"Fuck me, Harry!" she said one last time, a good ten seconds after the time had run out. "You won the fight! There's no need to resist my hold any longer. I'm impressed you've held on this long, but you can let go now. I'll admit defeat and let you be on top."
Out of nowhere, her allure was almost extinguished like a candle flame at the end of the wick. In an instant, it went from burning hot to barely managing a flicker, and it was all because his magic was now pressing against her.
"You weren't even close, you foolish veela," he said, chuckling. Somehow, his voice didn't sound affected at all. She would have expected him to be gasping, panting and just barely hanging on after a struggle like that, but it really did sound like her allure had been flicked aside and dismissed as easily as one might swat a fly. "It felt curious, and I could sense how powerful you were. But it was no harder to shrug off your attempts to influence me than it's ever been any other time I've felt a veela's allure."
Apolline gasped. "Please," she said simply.
"Oh?" he laughed. "Do you not like feeling someone's magic weighing down on you, influencing you?" She tried to shake her head again, but it was still being held down on the bed by his hand. "But your cunt is even more soaked than it was before."
Without warning, his cock slammed into her hard. She cried out despite his magic weighing on her with enough power that she could barely breathe, and the thrust knocked the rest of the wind right out of her body.
"Maybe this is how you want to be fucked," he said. He spoke casually even as he slammed into her and made her scream. "Maybe you've secretly always craved having your veela side fucked into submission. Tamed, I believe would be an appropriate word here." Her next scream was silent, agony and pleasure combining as he fucked the breath out of her. "That word was a favorite of yours not that long ago, was it not?"
She clawed at the bed, and he laughed and fucked her harder. She would have been shrieking and squealing if she had been able, but instead she just kicked her feet and tried to tear the bed apart with her bare hands and fingernails.
"Look at you," he said. "You're about to cum already, and you're finally not blabbering on. As amusing as it might be to listen to sometimes, you don't know when to shut up. Far too often, you keep going on and on and on until even I get tired of hearing it."
He fucked her through an orgasm so powerful it had squirting all over the bed despite his huge cock pounding in and out of her throughout. And it continued pounding without interruption after her orgasm had passed. He was going to use her as hard and for as long as he liked, because he was the one in control here.
"Now then, I think you've learned your place," he said eventually. "Would you like me to stop treating you the way you were so eager to try and treat me?" Apolline could only nod, and he showed her mercy and retracted his magic that had taken her. Improbably, she realized that he'd barely even put much effort into magically overpowering her. That stood in stark contrast to her releasing her allure as she had, which was very difficult. But Harry seemingly had only let out a tiny bit of his magic. Unlike her power, which was arousing because of its nature, his was arousing due to its sheer power. Even that tiny bit he'd used felt like it had smothered and crushed her while she was under its power.
"Keep that face down in the bed," he said as he moved his hand back. She didn't dare do anything other than keep her face down exactly as he'd demanded. The hand gave her a hard spank across the arse. "You act up again, and I'll test what happens when a veela gets put under the denial charm my purely human lovers have always been so eager to avoid. Understood?"
"Yes," she said, nodding. He gave her another spank, and she squealed while realizing her error. "Yes, sir!"
"That's a good girl," he said. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her in a different fashion, one that was no less demanding. But the hard, rough and fast thrusts that had been so brutal that they would have broken her down quickly now became simply amazing. She wasn't sure how he was doing it, but somehow he used his hips to take care of her. His thrusts still hurt, but in the best way possible. His cock stretched her out and rubbed against every spot inside of her that she wanted him to reach, both shallow and deep, including some that not even she had known about.
Apolline moaned and cried out, writhing in pure ecstasy while Harry chuckled. He kept fucking her just like this until she came again, embarrassingly quickly.
"This is what good girls can have if they behave themselves," he said. She moaned and looked up at her husband in his chair.
"It's so good, Seb," she said. "You have no idea! Fuck, he's fucking me like nothing I've ever--fuck!" Sebastian went to move out of his chair, but she was having none of it. "Sit and watch. That is an order. We both know it's what you want anyway, so watch. Watch him fuck me better than you can, just like you knew he would. It'll happen whether you're here or not, so watch him, and try and learn from him."
Harry smacked her arse again. "Behave yourself. Your husband managed to keep all of your veela friends happy enough that they kept coming back to you two, did he not?"
"He did!" she whined. "He's good. He's really good. But he's not you."
Harry snorted and switched things up slightly, angling his hips differently and making her toes curl in the process. He could change this all with ease and control how much pleasure and how much pain she felt. He was younger than Fleur, but he was fucking her like he was the one double Apolline's own age and with double her experience. He fucked so many witches so frequently that she supposed he had plenty of practice and opportunity to figure out what they all liked, and clearly he had no problem picking up on what worked best for her. She came again, because of course she did.
"Oh, fuck, you can't make me wait this long to get fucked again," she said once she'd finished screaming and shaking. "Please, I need you to keep fucking me like this. I need it. I'll do anything, please…"
Harry pulled her hair, and she cried out as he yanked it and turned it into reins that he used while he fucked her. "Well, it's a shame that your date nights aren't what they used to be, even if they're still enjoyable for you," he said. "I can take care of that for you two, though." His hand kept hold of her hair, forcing her to look at her husband again. "I'll do you the favor of taking over your husbandly duty to fuck your wife properly after you go out, Sebastian. You two can go enjoy your evenings together like normal, and then I'll be gracious enough to come over and fuck your wife properly at the end of the night. I'll even let you watch."
Apolline shuddered, unable to help herself. "Yes! You don't have a choice, Seb! This is what's going to happen at the end of our date night from now on!" Harry kept fucking her, and his hold on her hair allowed her to keep gleefully taunting her husband. "Oh, fuck, this is perfect! I get my date and a proper fuck at the end of it, even though you aren't allowed to give me any right now. Maybe once I can let you do it again, we can try to convince Harry to swap."
A spank on the arse ended that train of thought. "No," Harry said. "Even if you're allowed to touch your wife again someday, I'll keep taking care of this for you. It's no bother at all. Actually, it happens to fit into my weekly schedule pretty conveniently." She came at those words, between the amazing fucking she was getting and the look on her husband's face as he watched and listened to it all. Harry kept pounding her after her climax had ended.
"From now on, I own this body every Friday night," Harry declared. "Don't I, slut?"
"Yes!" she cried out in enthusiastic agreement.
"I'll let your husband watch, since you apparently want that," he continued. "I'll let you stay here tonight, but I think most Fridays I'm going to take you back with me when it's time for me to head home. I'll fuck you all night and morning and return you to him around noon on Saturday."
Sebastian's eyes widened and he went to say something, but she started speaking before she even remembered that he couldn't speak. "You don't have a say, Seb," she said. "Don't bother arguing. If you do, I won't fuck you even when I'm finally allowed to do it again. If you make me follow through on that, I will, and I'll be furious about it because I do want to fuck you so badly. So don't fuck it up, unless you want me to spend every night in someone else's bed." Seb choked, opening and closing his mouth several times.
"Behave yourself, slut," Harry growled. She cried out as he smacked her arse once again. "Don't say things you don't mean."
"I'm sorry, Seb!" she said. "It's only Friday nights! Every other night, I'll sleep in your bed even if someone else has fucked me, I promise. But I'm not letting you fuck me on Fridays, no matter what. You don't have any right to my body on Friday!" Harry laughed, and she moaned. "I'm close again!"
"I'm going to fill your wife up now, Sebastian," Harry said, pounding her even harder. She was surprised Harry had been so direct about it, and she came the moment he said it. Halfway through her orgasm, he roared and filled her to the brim (and then some) with his cum. Eventually, he pulled out and smacked her arse with a laugh. He lifted her up into his arms and spun her around, making her squeal. His hands spread her arse cheeks apart.
"Now that is a wonderful sight," he said. "Don't you agree?" Even as she struggled for air, Apolline laughed.
"Answer, Seb," she said. "That's a command, and you'll have to obey because you know it'll get me excited. But we both know you'll be excited too." He groaned loudly.
"Yes, it is," he said, humiliation dripping from every syllable.
"It's a sight you haven't seen in a very long time, too," she said with a laugh. "It's been months since I've been on my knees like this, so it must be quite exciting for you to see!" He groaned again.
"Catch yourself while you clean me up," Harry said as he sat in front of her. "And don't move. If your husband enjoys this view, there's no need to take it away from him."
Apolline began to clean up the mess of their combined cum, wiggling her arse at her husband as she did. She loved every second of it, knowing how simultaneously humiliating and arousing this was for her husband. She was reveling in the former more than she was the latter, to be honest.
--
Apolline was worn out as the evening wore on, but it was a different feeling than the previous time Harry had fucked her, when he'd literally fucked her into unconsciousness. This time, his goal wasn't just to fuck her relentlessly. He'd still done that, but he gave her more than a savage fucking. It was intended to be the best fuck she'd ever had, and it was. It took that honor by a larger margin than she'd ever thought it would. He'd had her screaming and writhing all night long, manipulating her body in so many different ways, all of them amazing. They were all so amazing that it had almost been embarrassing for her, let alone Sebastian. He'd had to watch her young lover fuck her and accept that it was about more than just his massive cock. It was also just him being better, plain and simple.
Her husband really was an excellent lover. He had fucked dozens of veela alongside her and gotten rave reviews from all of them. She would remind him of that later, because he was going to need an ego boost after everything he'd seen tonight. But despite being the best lover so many veela had ever had, he paled in comparison to Harry. She loved this night as much for that as for the fact that it had been the best sex of her life.
Harry definitely enjoyed the night too. He'd acted exactly how she'd dreamed he would. He was so smug, and that smugness had only grown as he kept making her cum just as hard and just as fast as he had when they'd first started.
She now clung to him as he fucked her from the missionary position. It was her least favorite position, but right now it was so good that if she hadn't already been fucked in so many others already tonight and this was the only one she had to go on, it would have become her favorite.
"Please, sir, if you have any free time on other days, can you fuck me then too?" she asked. "You can be quick. Just a little bit is enough." She'd like to say that she was speaking to him so deferentially because it gave her the best chance at getting what she wanted, but she couldn't pretend that this was the case. The truth was that she just couldn't help but bow to his strength now. "A-and I won't complain if you say no, I promise. But I just know that I'll always want it so bad."
He gave her a passionate kiss, which brought a choked sound from her husband. Seb's reaction made her return the kiss with even greater passion than she had been.
"I'm not sure," Harry said when he eventually pulled away. "Playing with you takes up a fair bit of time, considering you always need memories and pictures for your husband."
She shook her head. "I don't." Harry grinned at her, and she realized now that he'd expected her to say that.
"I don't want to be on display every time I fuck you, so I'll agree to squeeze you in sometimes, but no memories, no pictures, and no Sebastian," Harry said. "He can watch me fuck you on Friday nights, but other than that he'll have to live with you describing what I do to you. You can't even show him your memories of it, understood?"
"Yes!" she cried out, nodding. "I won't even tell you at all unless I can't avoid whining about it, Seb. I'll just run around coming as close to cheating on you as I ever could. You'll never know if I've been fucked by Harry that day or not, let alone what he did to me!" Her husband made another sound, and she laughed.
"Behave yourself," Harry warned. "If you don't, you won't get what you want."
"Sorry, sir," she said right away.
"I'll make sure you keep practicing," he said. "But since you'll swap the time you've usually used for getting fucked instead, you might have to practice in less private locations at times."
"That's fine!" she moaned. Her orgasm was incredibly close now, and she could feel it.
"Feel free to watch her practice, Sebastian," Harry offered. "Those won't happen in private sometimes. Knowing how the witches in my life are, I'm sure there'll be an audience to watch some of the time."
Apolline laughed and moaned at the same time. "I'm so close!" she exclaimed. Harry fucked her right over the edge once again, and her body slumped.
"Fuck," she mumbled. "I'm…tired. So tired." Harry laughed, and she managed a weak chuckle too.
"And I was so careful to give you your wish about allowing you to remember tonight, too," he said. "But don't worry, you'll get used to it. Eventually you'll be able to take a much harder fuck." That got a moan out of her. "I'll finish off by giving you an example of what's coming for you." Her legs were pushed up, and her knees were at her ears before she knew it.
She shook her head wildly. "Too big," she whined. "No, you can't--"
He slammed into her. "I can, and I will," he said aggressively. "Look at you, your head thrown back in ecstasy and your tongue not even in your mouth anymore. But you had the audacity to try and pretend you didn't want it like this." He shoved down into her, and now she started to feel that lightheaded sensation she could remember from last time. But this time he fucked her even deeper than he could have lat time, and she would remember every stroke of it if this was the end of the night.
Apolline made these grunting squeals that not even she had heard herself make before, and she quickly realized why he'd finished her off like this once Seb's whine got louder than before. He had the perfect view of her being spread like never before, and of the massive cock plunging down and taking her over and over and over again. She cried out.
"Watch him take me, Seb!" she squealed, her voice almost a scream. "He's taking your wife right in front of you, and she loves it!"
Harry growled and sped up, leaving her howling, flailing and screaming in ecstasy and agony. He hit places no cock should naturally be able to reach, but they were also places she now knew she wanted it to reach now that she knew how amazing it felt.
"I've already taken you," Harry said loudly. "We already said that. From the moment you arrive back from your date until I'm finished with you the next day, you aren't his wife. He can't perform his duties as a husband, and I need to do it for him. That means you're mine from Friday night until Monday afternoon. It doesn't make you my wife, of course, but I don't think you can be considered his during that time either, since I'll own this body." She came hard as Sebastian made a pathetic-sounding whimper, and Harry joined her.
"Take it, you veela slut," he snapped, his cock pounding her harder than ever until he was finished cumming inside of her. He then took to slowly easing his dick in and out of her, making her shiver and shake as he continued to stimulate her overly sensitive pussy.
"No need to worry," she said a bit later, grinning at Harry's expression. "My husband looks very excited about watching you take care of giving me the fucking I need, since he can't do it for me. And even when he could. it wasn't as if he could have done it this well anyway."
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked over at Seb, chuckling when he saw that she was right. He was humiliated, yes, but his excitement was obvious too. "Well, if you enjoy watching me take your wife so much, I may as well keep doing so, shouldn't I?"
She shuddered as Harry rolled her over and pressed down on top of her, pulling her into a loose headlock and pushing back into her. "Seems like I'm not finished with you just yet," he said.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned. "How…?" She didn't know what she was going to ask, and Harry cut it off with a demanding kiss anyway. He fucked her slower this time, but even as he moved more slowly, he was still making sure to go deep inside of her.
"While you can still speak, what position is your favorite?" Harry asked. "It's hard for me to tell since you screamed so loudly in all of them." Apolline laughed, and gave him an answer after a moment.
"What position? Honestly, I've always loved being on top. You fuck me much better than he does, of course, but this cock wouldn't be easy to handle in that position if you ever let me try. His isn't too bad unless I get really rough with it, and I love the way I'm able to do as I please with it."
Harry laughed. "If Hermione and Pansy ever decide to be generous with you, Sebastian, I think you're going to enjoy yourself. She definitely wasn't lying about being eager earlier."
Apolline smiled at her husband. "I wasn't at all. But I also like making him watch me give my lover everything he wants; more than I would ever give him." She decided to get playful with Harry. "Are you sure he can't watch for at least one more night during the week?"
"I thought I was here to fuck you properly," Harry said as the steady, deep fucking built her up towards yet another orgasm. "But it seems I might just be some sort of entertainer here for your amusement?" She couldn't reply now because she was so close to cumming, but he didn't wait for an answer anyway. "I'll allow it, but I won't go out of my way to time things to make it happen, understood?" She moaned and nodded as best she could, but that wasn't enough for him. He grabbed her hair and loosened his choke some more while he slammed into her. "You'd better say it out loud."
"I understand!" she said. He picked up his intensity again, fucking her so hard that her body was bounced on the bed.
"Oh, do you want to cum again?" he asked sarcastically. She let out an inarticulate groan, unable to talk, and he laughed as if he was taking it easy on her instead of destroying her with every thrust. "Tell us who owns this pussy. Who does it belong to?" What a wild demand that was for him to make in front of her husband. It was an exciting moment for her, one she hadn't thought he would be comfortable with so soon.
"Yours!" she screamed. "It's yours, Harry!"
"Your husband is lucky that I'm not just going to take you on as my full-time slut and only ever let him watch," Harry said. "I'm not great at sharing what's mine, so you'd better make sure Hermione and Pansy are happy, Sebastian. If you don't, I might just take your wife away from you without even meaning to. And that wouldn't be my fault, because you both asked for this."
With the sound of Sebastian grunting at the thought, Apolline flew over the cliff and screamed in ecstasy. When her orgasm ended, Harry flipped her around so she was facing her husband. Maybe he figured out that she wanted to speak to him directly now, and he yanked her hips up and tugged on her hair as he began again.
"Don't try to look at me like your excitement isn't at least as strong as your humiliation, Sebastian," she said. "You wanted this, and you're getting it. I have half a mind to make you thank my lover directly for fucking me in front of you, so behave yourself and enjoy watching it. If you don't, I'll make sure that the humiliation does outweigh the excitement so you won't need to pretend."
"I guess that means I'd better show you one more time how to properly fuck your wife, shouldn't I?" Harry said. He began to fuck her once more, making her toes curl just as they had been curling all night.
--
Daphne was the last one out of the pensieve, and she gave Harry a sharp look as soon as she was out. "You know, I'm almost more angry than I am aroused," she said, "and that's saying something, since I have a hard time remembering when I've ever been this aroused. But fuck you, Harry. You made us wait so long for that when we could have had it for months!" Astoria and Narcissa both burst out laughing, and even Gabi giggled quite a bit.
"It wouldn't have been like that without everything that came before it, as I'm sure you realize," Harry said. Daphne groaned and moved to sit on his cock. She moaned very loudly and began to bounce.
"Fuck, I know that!" she said, bouncing harder. "But it was, fuck, that was so--"
Astoria, who had already moved between his legs to suck on his balls, pulled her mouth back briefly to finish Daphne's thought for her. "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen," she said. "And I'm pretty sure we do things no one else could even dream of."
"No need to let him talk," Narcissa said. "He can apologize for making us wait by letting us use him all night. And that includes use of his tongue."
"I'm happy to," Harry said. He lifted Narcissa up to sit on his face, and she groaned in delight as he began to lick her.
"You two sluts will only get to suck on his balls until we're done or feeling generous," Daphne said, looking at Gabi. "So, get to work, little princess."
Astoria giggled. "Don't rush her, Daph. We can't get two heads down here, so I'm afraid we'll have to swap in and out. One of us can worship his balls, and the other can use her tongue in a different way."
"You're lucky we're in a good mood, pet, because you know you aren't allowed to tell us what's going to happen," Narcissa said to Astoria. "But go ahead. You two have been very well behaved of late, so I'll allow it."
Gabi squeaked and moaned in delight as Astoria began to lick her, and the helpful little veela took Harry's balls into her mouth and started sucking.
--
Harry and Gabi walked hand in hand into Lavender's boutique. Harry sighed somewhat theatrically at how packed his former classmate's store was.
Narcissa laughed as she saw them coming. Gabi seemed fine with it, which was good. She would typically be uncomfortable in this sort of crowd with all eyes on them, but having Harry with her and receiving waves of support from their girlfriends across the room visibly helped her feel comfortable.
"I think I forgot something back at Quality Quidditch Supplies," Harry said lightly as Narcissa got closer. "Think I'll just pop over and get it."
Narcissa rolled her eyes at him before taking Gabi by the arm. "Go on, love," she said. "We've picked out some dresses for the gala that we think you might like, and I believe Astoria put together a few outfits for the party as well. But of course we want you to take a look around and see if you find anything else you prefer."
"I'm sure she won't make it out of here without finding some things she loves," Harry said. "Since we both know that some means at least twenty in this situation, I think she's going to find a dress pretty quickly."
"Yes, twenty is probably about accurate," a grinning Narcissa said, watching Gabi head over towards Astoria. "But don't worry, we know you're completely incapable of dressing yourself appropriately for any event like this, so you need only to stand there. You aren't expected to look around. In fact, I think it's for the best that you not even consider it."
"Of course playing dress-up isn't what I've been dreading all day," Harry said in a deadpan. "Nope. Not at all." Narcissa smirked, and a few witches who had been standing close enough to hear him giggled as well.
"Oh, and I agreed to allow Lavender to move into the storefront down the street that will soon be vacant," Narcissa added. "The funding her father is giving her for expansion would go to waste if she stayed here. Her business has outgrown this building."
"Fine by me," Harry shrugged. "The same terms?"
"More or less, yes," she said. "I didn't ask her to pay rent on the location. She'll just be on retainer for us instead. Perhaps that'll allow you to avoid the crowds every so often."
"Right," Harry laughed. "Will that be at all similar to how you let me avoid them today when she offered to stay late so we could visit and do our shopping after the store was closed?"
"Well, maybe it'll mean we get to avoid them, then," Narcissa said. "But small details like that are of such little importance with deals like this."
--
Gabi headed back outside, marveling as always at the manor she now lived in, the manor whose opening this party and the more formal gala tomorrow were both celebrating. The gala was the expected/official one; the event being held because it was what their society called for. But tonight's party was the real one. Tonight was only friends and family, and it wasn't full of formal dress codes and exhausting politicking. This was the one Harry didn't mind hosting, but he was dreading tomorrow's. Really, none of them were looking forward to the gala, but Harry was the one actively dreading it. Gabi knew him well enough by now to expect that.
She looked around the grounds, glancing at the various people who had split off into different groups as they talked. For the first time all evening, she felt a bit lost. She really didn't know that many people here. She knew them to an extent, but since it had only been a few months since Harry, Daphne and the rest came along to change her life forever, she'd only met most of them a few times. They had all been nice to her, and she liked them, but she didn't know them well enough to feel comfortable actively walking up and engaging with any of them, especially when they were in groups like this.
Thus far she had conversed with those guests that she did know well and was comfortable with, a group which basically consisted of the same people she saw every evening, plus Daphne's best friend Tracey Davis. Also Tonks, who she hadn't spent much time with, but thanks to all her time in Harry's office, she'd talked to the Head Auror a fair bit. Tonks also was just so naturally outgoing, and she'd seamlessly drawn Gabi into a conversation, knowing how much she would appreciate being included.
Now, though, she wasn't with one of her girlfriends or Harry, and she didn't want to go join them as if she was latching on to their conversations and unable to socialize herself. She didn't want to come across as some needy little girl who couldn't carry on a conversation without them. Unfortunately, that meant she wandered around the grounds somewhat aimlessly. She resisted the urge to yank at her skirt which slid with each step, and instead she was able to casually keep it in place. It was so short that thinking about wearing it in front of this many people made her blush.
Astoria had convinced her to wear this tiny skirt and form-fitting blouse combination. It looked lovely on her, and ultimately her decision had been made when Harry gave her a look that almost made her moan right in the middle of the store. He loved how she looked in it, and so did the others, who had gone on and on about her arse even more than they usually did. But when she'd decided to wear it, she hadn't considered what it was going to feel like to wear it for people other than her lovers. Everyone at the party had been perfectly respectful, but they'd still looked. The wizards stayed silent and managed not to stare too obviously, but the witches had generally been far more open in complimenting how good she looked.
The compliments were nice, but many of them had casually said things about what they would like to do with her, or what they would give to see her without her skirt on! She'd been blushing frequently throughout the night. It had all been instigated and encouraged by her girlfriends, who were happy to encourage that line of conversation. Oftentimes it had even been one of them who started those conversations. Once the other witches had seen that this kind of vulgar talk was not only allowed but encouraged, it had become more or less constant. It wasn't unwelcome, and it didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Gabi liked being made to feel desirable. It just felt strange to her because she was so accustomed to Fleur being the sister who got this kind of attention.
--
Gabi wasn't the only Delacour getting plenty of attention during the party. Fleur was drawing loads of looks and comments too, as she always did.
She was wearing a short dress that showed off her legs, but the most notable thing about it was the deep neckline that was so low it showed her belly button. This obviously meant that her perfect breasts were on display and looked incredible. Tons of cleavage was being shown, and all eyes were drawn to it, if they hadn't already been enticed by the long necklace that fell between them and hung just above her navel.
It was something she wouldn't have worn while married to Bill, but these days she was so happy, confident and comfortable with being who she was, wearing what she wanted and embracing the attention she drew. Aella and Edmund were at her side, and neither of them were concerned with maintaining social etiquette tonight. Their hands had been all over her, groping and teasing, and Fleur was happily returning it. Or possibly it was them returning Fleur's groping and teasing instead. It was hard to keep track of who'd done what when there were six hands all active. Aella wore a stunning dress of her own, and Edmund looked very handsome in his dress shirt and slacks. All three of them were dressed to impress, and they'd impressed each other most of all.
--
Gabi was starting to feel awkward about how long she had been aimlessly wandering on her own, but she didn't get to dwell on that awkwardness any further when a hand took a firm hold of her arse and pulled her in. She didn't resist the pull. She could recognize that hand and that presence in an instant, and she would only ever want to move closer to it, like a moth to the flame. Harry!
She leaned into him happily, feeling comfortable instantly. The group he was speaking with were all people she was fairly comfortable with, which was a plus, but him alone would have been plenty to calm her. She blushed when his hand stayed right where it was on her arse and continued to enjoy its hold on her. Amongst the people he had been speaking with, there was one witch in particular who Gabi knew would have no problem pointing it out.
"Are we keeping you from something more interesting, Harry?" Lavender Brown asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Yes," Harry said with a chuckle. "But that's not your fault. I can just think of a few ways I'd rather spend my evening than be at a party. No offense." His hand continued to grope Gabi's arse.
"Yeah, I think we can all see that, Har," Katie Bell said, giggling. Susan Bones and Oliver Wood laughed too.
Gabi had met Harry's former quidditch teammates Katie and Oliver during the Firebolt photo shoot she'd attended, and both had seemed nice and given her genuine compliments and advice about her flying. She'd met Lavender numerous times at her store, so she knew just how outgoing and flirtatious Lavender Brown was, and how much she loved teasing.
"Yes, I'm sure you have, what, four things you'd rather do?" Lavender continued.
"More than four things, actually," Harry said, smirking.
"Yes, yes, we know, Harry," Susan said lightheartedly. "You're a stud with inexhaustible stamina. Your girlfriends don't shut up about how good you are, and how you wear all of them out. And they really never stop talking about that massive--"
"I can confirm they're not exaggerating about that," Oliver said. "Not to brag, but I'm no slouch in that area myself. But when we were changing before the photo shoot, I was forced to accept that Harry's broomstick is simply in a category all to itself."
"Happy?" Harry asked, looking at Lavender, who raised her eyebrow in response.
"You are the one pawing at your girlfriend's arse so openly while we're talking," she replied. "I'm not complaining, mind, as it gives me a free view of that perfect arse."
"I seem to remember you making sure you got a nice view of it when you and the rest of my girlfriends had her playing dress-up, too," Harry shot back. Gabi blushed while the others laughed.
"Well, you can't blame a witch for looking at and appreciating perfection," Lavender said, giving Gabi a wide grin.
"I can't argue with that," Katie said, winking. She looked at Oliver. "And I notice you've avoided commenting, Wood."
"It turns out there are some things a wizard can't get away with," he said. "If looking is off limits, offering any comment certainly would be."
"Okay, that's enough teasing, I think," Lavender said after she and Katie shared a laugh "We don't want poor Gabi turning purple."
"Wood and Katie haven't been to the pitch," Harry said while patting Gabi's bum. "Help me give them a tour. And yes, this is an excuse to escape you, Lavender. There's no way you'll make it down there when Narcissa will show up at any moment to pull you away and show you how they decorated the rooms."
"Coward," Lavender teased. "But you're not wrong. Grass, hoops and stands don't interest me."
Oliver snorted. "Neither is minor changes in shades of grey for me." He dodged a hand. "Hurry up. My body makes me money--no, not like that, Bell! Merlin, you're worse than the blokes I have to listen to in the changing rooms every day."
--
Harry pounded Gabi from behind, smacking her arse hard enough to make a cracking sound of flesh on flesh. There was a painful sting, and the room rang out with Gabi's howling moans of pleasure as she wound up on her tiptoes and tried to push her arse up higher for him.
The tour had wrapped up not long ago. They hadn't even made it back to the master bedroom. Narcissa had still been giving Lavender and a few others a tour, having moved beyond the kitchen and down a wing that meant they would not be coming back this way. Gabi wasn't sure if the door was locked, but she did see the silencing charm go up, so she assumed it was.
Her skirt was hiked up, proving a comfortable cushion between the edge of the counter and her body. Her blouse was off, and her breasts were flush on the counter. Her efforts to push her arse higher worked, but only for a millisecond, because the next demanding thrust smacked her down onto the counter when his cock slammed into that agonizing, amazing place. It really did feel like it was up near her lungs, and it was incredible.
"Fuck, that's it," he growled out. "Take this cock! It barely even fits, but you're taking it like the good, slutty princess you are." She cried out and took it, though it wasn't like she had anything to do with what was happening. His cock would be going as deep as it wanted inside of her no matter what she did, and she couldn't have done much even if he hadn't been forcing it in and out so demandingly.
He spanked her some more, showing no care for some of the red spots already blooming on her arse. He kept going until she screamed, shook and came hard for the second time since he'd pulled her over.
Then he showed off his strength by picking her petite body up, flipping her onto her back with ease and pushing her legs higher and wider. He leaned over to kiss her deeply.
"Close," he muttered a few minutes later. It was like he just knew she needed something if he was going to push her over the edge again, and she knew he'd always intended to do that.
"One day, once you've achieved the things you want to and we're ready for it, I'm going to put you in this same position and get you pregnant," he declared. She'd rarely thought about this, exciting as it was, but him saying it now with such excitement showed her how badly he wanted to keep her forever. He wanted her now and always, just like Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa. It also reminded her just how badly she wanted the same thing.
She screamed into his mouth as he kissed her again and came at the same time that he exploded inside of her. As her world went white, she thought how nice it was going to be when he really did get her pregnant like this.
"You really want that?" she whispered after they were done. "But I'm not going to be a Lady."
"Never rule anything out, princess," he said, grinning. "But it doesn't matter if you are or not. You're having my children and staying with me forever. But that's only after you're ready, and not before. I want them, but only when we're content with what we've both accomplished and are ready to devote our energy to helping them grow and accomplish their dreams. Not a second sooner, understood?"
Gabi nodded. "I love you," she murmured. "Thank you so much, Harry. For everything."
He chuckled and stroked her hair lovingly. "You don't need to thank me for that, or anything else, you silly girl. We all love you just as much, I promise." She kissed his neck, mainly to find some way to stop herself from crying.
"Thank you for fucking me," she said eventually. He laughed.
"Now that you can thank me for, even if I enjoyed it just as much as you did," he said."
--
The formal, and far more tedious, official gala was over.
Harry groaned as he stretched on his way into his bedroom, and Daphne laughed and helped him undress. She kissed down his back while removing his shirt and kissed him on the lips as she undid his belt and trousers. Her lips continued kissing their way down while she removed his trousers, his underwear and his socks. His cock sprang to life, and she gave it a kiss before dragging him into bed.
Almost at once, Stori nearly tackled her sister from the side. She forced Daphne onto her back, propped up against the pillows, and had her legs spread before she could react.
"Stori," she moaned. "I was going to, fuck, let me--"
Harry laughed, slid over beside her and wrapped an arm around her to pull her in. "Enjoy yourselves," he said.
"Don't you dare tell me you're so tired that you can't fuck us," Narcissa said while coming into the room holding Gabi's hand. "Though I suppose there's a first time for everything."
"Oh, not at all," Harry laughed. "But I'm more than happy to unwind while watching you all enjoy yourselves and get ready for me."
He pulled Narcissa into his other side, and Gabrielle happily got to work on the Lady Black after a firm hand guided her down. Narcissa moaned loudly while Harry kissed Daphne, and then it was her turn to kiss him and moan into his mouth.
"I already feel like I didn't just spend the last five hours being tortured," Harry said when the kiss broke. Narcissa laughed, and even Daphne managed a chuckle despite her increasingly loud moans. It didn't take much from there before both witches ended up cumming, and once they had, Harry told them what should come next.
"Swap your pets," he said. "And once they've done a good job again, you can reward them." Daphne and Narcissa were happy to trade, and Astoria and Gabi were happy to be traded, though they did stop for a bit because Astoria just had to sneak in a snog with Gabi while they passed each other.
After Astoria had finished with Daphne, the sisters looked over to watch Narcissa gently edging the veela. In this case, gently meant that instead of cutting off right before she would have orgasmed, she eased off when it started to approach and just slowly tapered the buildup down.
Gabi reacted in kind. Instead of the instant despair that would have come with a sharp edging, she begged, pleaded and promised to be a good girl.
"You are a good girl," Narcissa said. "And this is your reward, good girl."
Daphne smiled while looking at Astoria. "I'm going to catch myself for what's to come," she said. "Why don't you go ahead and do what we know you want to do?"
Astoria looked at Harry. "May I suck your cock, please, sir?" she asked. He grinned.
"Go on, then, you adorable little slut," he said. Astoria eagerly began to blow him, and he moaned loudly. "I never forget how bloody amazing you are at that. But fuck, even with how often you do it, I still can't fathom it possibly being as good as I remember it. And then you do it again."
Daphne laughed. "Yes, I have no idea how the slut who's already so much better at sucking cock than all the rest of us still gets better at it all the time. These days she barely even gags, while the rest of us are still normal witches with normal throats."
"It hurts so much," Astoria said after popping off of his cock. "But I love that."
"Yes, we know, you little masochist," Harry said, roughly pushing her back down to the base. "Go ahead and take your time down there. It doesn't seem like your mistress is going to let this little one cum any time soon." Gabi let out a loud whine, right on cue.
"Yes, it's going to be a long while," Narcissa confirmed. "This is far too entertaining for me to be in any hurry for it to end."