"I must say that I would never have come up with the idea of making a manor out of three identical ones, all connected into a main entrance area," Narcissa said as she and Harry walked down the lengthy primary first floor corridor of the main wing. "But it really does work out wonderfully in accommodating our unique needs. I'm very impressed."
"Aella's the one who managed to figure out how to make it look good, rather than it feeling like an oversized mess," he said. "She's the one who deserves all of the credit there."
"Indeed," Narcissa said, laughing. "You'd have made a bloody mess of it, and the girls and I would have needed to work on essential reconstruction instead of just decorating everything to our tastes and making minor adjustments. We likely would have needed to hire a team to come in and demolish everything just so we could rebuild it properly."
Harry laughed too, not taking offense. "Well, hopefully you don't think I messed up the one thing I did take charge of." He stopped them in front of a lavish set of double doors, and he really did look genuinely nervous about how she was going to react. Narcissa was not used to seeing him look so nervous about anything, and that meant he'd done something he hoped would be special. If it failed to hit the mark even slightly, he was going to be very disappointed.
Narcissa would never willingly tell him even if she did feel let down by what he'd brought her here to show her, but she knew him, and she knew that he would be able to see the truth despite her best efforts to play it off. If she found it 99% perfect, he would be able to tell, and he would dwell on the 1% of perceived failure. She found it difficult to handle, because the effort and the care he'd so clearly put into this was what mattered most to her, and she hated the idea of him being disappointed with himself when he'd worked so hard to make her and them happy. Still, she fully understood where he was coming from, because she felt the same way in situations like this.
Harry pointed at her to open the double doors, and she nodded and slowly pulled them open, taking a deep breath and resolving to do her best to hide any minor disappointment from him, even knowing it would be futile. She simply stood and stared in silence for a long time, knowing full well that it would make him even more nervous about her reaction, but unable to make herself do anything but stare.
He was looking at her nervously when she finally turned to face him. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to figure out how to express what she was feeling in words. Then she decided that there was a much simpler and also more enjoyable way for her to let him know how well he had done, and that was by throwing her arms around him and kissing him passionately. Harry reacted quickly, returning her kiss and making her moan by reaching down to grope her arse.
What had been waiting for her approval on the other side of the double doors was a boardroom. That more than likely wouldn't have been very exciting to any of the others, but for her, it was cause to want to snog this amazing man senseless. She had been enjoying her political role immensely, even back when she'd earned little in the way of respect for her performance and wielded influence through fear. But these days, it was an exceedingly rare occurrence for anyone to treat the Lady Black as anything less than an equal during a meeting or negotiation. They had learned to give her respect, because she earned it.
Even in this world, results ultimately spoke louder than anything, and she'd achieved more than enough successes over this short period to force everyone to have to ignore their prejudices about negotiating with a Lady rather than a Lord. And if they didn't give her that well-earned respect, well, their results in the negotiations suffered because of it. Underestimating her meant that they handed her many advantages over them, and she gleefully made the most of every one of them. She could be a ruthless negotiator, particularly when someone gave her a reason to be. There was no mercy whatsoever shown to those fools. She made them regret their stupidity and sent a clear message to them about her capability. If they didn't have a new appreciation for her capability by the time their negotiations were done, they were even bigger fools, and they deserved any misfortune that would follow in the future.
She'd learned the importance of showing no mercy to that sort by observing Augusta Longbottom. That woman had been beyond ruthless towards her enemies after the Death Eaters had attacked Frank and Alice, and Narcissa had been paying attention. Power was what those wizards craved and respected above all else, and she wasn't shy about wielding all of the power at her disposal.
The centerpiece of the boardroom was the table, of course. She was certain it must have cost him a fortune, not that he didn't have the funds for it. A tasteful Black Family crest was in the center. It was subtle rather than being the kind of gaudy thing that Lucius might have chosen for Malfoy Manor, but anyone who sat down at this table would be reminded of what family they were trying to negotiate with. It was a powerful mental tool that put her in an advantageous position before she even sat down, and she greatly approved of it. It wasn't something she would have thought of herself, which made her all the more impressed with him for thinking of it.
The table itself was made out of what appeared to be elder wood, which was available for purchase, though its extreme rarity meant that it was obscenely expensive to get your hands on. But Narcissa approved of the material, and not just because it was of such high quality. Seeing this elder wood table would be yet another point of intimidation and respect for anyone who sat down to negotiate with her, and it fit the Black family pefectly.
Around the table were chairs that were just as expensive in their own right. They were made of what appeared to be dragonhide that had been cured numerous times until they were smooth and soft, and then the charms would have been applied. The other decorations on the table were obviously temporary placeholders, and she was pleased about that too. He'd given her something amazing, and then he'd left room for her to make her own final touches to top it off. And at the end of it all, just before she'd turned towards him, she'd realized why those final touches had been left for her to decide, beyond just the fact that she would use this room more than anyone else.
The chair at the head of the table had the crest of the Black Family on it, which was a standard enough touch. But unlike every other boardroom that was specific to a family, this one didn't have the Black Family crest in the unique shape as worn by the lord of the family. Instead, the crest at the head of the table proudly displayed the design of the Lady of the house. It was the crest she wore. The crest of the Lord, meanwhile, was on the chair beside it. Customarily the Lady would sit in that seat, but she had only ever seen the crest of the Lady displayed at all in the boardroom belonging to the Greengrasses. The crest of the Lady had certainly not been visible anywhere in the boardroom of Malfoy Manor.
"Harry--" she muttered, realizing what this meant and looking back and forth between the chairs.
"It's your room, Narcissa," he said, understanding what she was thinking and cutting her off. "I never want there to be a single wizard or witch who walks into this boardroom with the wrong idea about who makes the decisions. If some want to make that mistake elsewhere, they can do that at their own peril. But in here, it's not ever going to happen. In here, we're a team, always. But if we're using that analogy, it only makes sense to call you the captain of that team.
"Your analogies are always so cheesy," she mumbled.
Harry chuckled. "They get the point across, though." She laughed, unable to disagree with that.
"So, in this boardroom, I'm the one in charge?" she asked softly while tracing the crest of the Lady with her finger.
Harry grabbed her throat and kissed her lips demandingly. "We both know who's in charge elsewhere," he grunted after breaking the kiss. "But yes, Lady Black. In here, you're in charge."
Narcissa gave a little shiver before kissing him, and then she smiled against his lips. "Mmm, you know, I've never wanted to be in charge of you. But…"
She put her hands on his chest to push him away, and then she shed her blouse and hiked up her skirt while he watched. He had plenty to watch too, because she had no bra or knickers in the way to conceal her body from his gaze. They rarely were, especially when they were at home together. She sat down in the chair at the head of the table--the chair of Lady Black. Her chair.
She pushed it back a bit so there would be enough room for what she had in mind. "But right now, I do want to be in charge of you, for the first time in longer than I can remember. So, why don't you kneel and worship your Lady, Lord Black?"
Harry grinned and promptly dropped to his knees in front of her. "Whatever you desire, Lady Black," he said, voice husky. "I live to serve you." He began to kiss her inner thighs and massage the top of them with his hands, and she moaned the moment his lips touched her. Each time they did, it felt like lightning coursed through her body.
She eventually yanked on his hair and forced him between her legs where she really wanted him. However amazing the foreplay always was, she was tired of it. And since she was in charge in here, she was going to take what she wanted. He obeyed dutifully, licking at her as soon as she'd moved him where she wanted him. His eager licking made her cum incredibly quickly, giving his hair a yank and writhing in her chair as she enjoyed the service of her Lord.
"You're not done down there," she announced. He hadn't shown any signs of trying to pull away, but she wasn't taking any chances. His eyes looked amused as he looked up at her from between her thighs, but she didn't let that get in the way. Both of them knew who was really on top between them, but this was a fun temporary reversal.
He continued to lick her as skillfully as ever, making her moan and writhe her way through two more orgasms in her chair before she let go of his hair and allowed him to stand. Harry grinned at her as he stood, unbothered by his mussed hair or sticky face.
"Any time you want to remind me who is in charge when we're in this room, feel free to do so, Lady Black," he said. Narcissa laughed, took him by the hand and led him out of the boardroom. She left her clothing behind for the elves to clean up, as they got upset when they had nothing to do, and Harry was a bit too neat for their liking.
"We need to update your furniture," she said when they walked down the corridor and past his office. She opened the door, stepped inside and made a show of looking around, hoping that he was going to seize the chance to flip the balance of power now that they were no longer in her boardroom. She got what she wanted, because he quickly bent her over the desk, grabbed her by the hips and slammed his cock inside of her.
"Time to show you who is really in charge, Lady Black," he said. "And I expect you to thank your Lord for taking such good care of you."
Narcissa moaned and pressed back into him as he started thrusting into her hard. He knew what she wanted, and he was giving it to her by bending her over his desk and pounding her. She hadn't been even slightly subtle about it, but sometimes even she found subtlety to be overrated.
--
Gabrielle was talking so rapidly that it was hard to keep up with her. She was so exited that she was even bouncing a bit in Harry's lap while she talked, and it was amusing for Aella to witness her enthusiasm.
Potter Manor was not ready for anything more than bare minimum living, thanks to the girls ordering some very expensive or hard to find items of furniture, most of which would take another week or so to arrive. A few things would take even longer than that, and this was just the first priority among the numerous rooms they would be furnishing as they went along. This first batch would be enough for them to have people over, but until that was done, they could not have guests over to entertain. They didn't even have a full set of furniture for the sitting room yet.
Thanks to that, they were spending their time in Greengrass Manor, and Aella was hosting them. Harry looked so adorable to Aella as he watched Gabi fondly. She could see the love in his eyes as he held the veela in his lap and listened to her go, enjoying her enthusiasm while Daphne lay beside him, her head resting on the leg that Gabi's large arse wasn't claiming as her seat. Narcissa was tucked against his other side, and she kept giving him teasing looks at certain points during the conversation. Astoria was sprawled out lazily beside Narcissa, resting her head in his lap and enjoying the Lady Black's fingers playing with her hair.
The topic that had Gabi so excited was her Defense class at Hogwarts where Harry had turned up as a guest lecturer, something he'd kept from her as a surprise. Every year since the end of the war, an auror had been sent to teach a single class for each section of each year group over a period of two days. For a variety of reasons, Harry had refused to be part of the roster for that assignment every year until this year. Gabi being a student when he did so was actually a coincidence, because he'd agreed to finally do it before she'd even reentered his life. What her presence had changed was that he had subsequently agreed to doing it another time, giving a separate seminar of sorts for the entire school on a Saturday.
Harry had confessed to them that this had been what he was really dreading. Smaller classes weren't a big deal, but larger gatherings like that was where the hero worship and rubbish like that really set in. But according to Gabi, it had been the best class she'd ever had. He'd tried to dismiss this as an exaggeration when she started gushing to everyone about how great it had been, but to all of their surprise, Gabi had not submissively allowed him to interject. She had stood firm, adamantly repeating that it had been the best class she'd ever had. He'd been so happy to see her standing tall like that that he'd conceded without a fight, chuckling and telling her he was flattered she found him so interesting.
Now she was going on about how he'd explained the magic behind the classic shield charm, how it was the basis for every other variation of shielding spell, and how more powerful or specialized shields intended to block specific things were essentially all that classic shield charm with amendments made to the magic hitting it so that it would protect against spells or attacks it otherwise wouldn't.
"Actually, that's not entirely accurate," Hermione said. She launched into an explanation of the arithmancy behind what was the widely accepted theory behind shield spells. Harry grinned, having expected her to jump in at some point. Having gotten to know Harry's best friend recently, Aella was not surprised either. The woman lived to impart knowledge, at least when she wasn't living to have fun with the woman she loved.
He opened his mouth to respond and impart the same knowledge he had during the lesson, but Gabi beat him to it. She explained how the common arithmancy formula could be rearranged, showing an impressive command of the English language considering it was her second language, and it wasn't so long ago that the occasional French word would get mixed in when she was trying to converse in English. She did well here though, particularly while discussing such a complex topic.
Aella gave up on trying to understand the veela's explanation, and she could see that she was hardly the only one. The room was a sea of blank faces, which was no surprise. Only those who needed a strong understanding of arithmancy for their masteries could really keep up here, and in this case that meant Hermione, Edmund and Daphne were the only ones who could follow. Rather than feeling insecure about her own inability to understand when her husband and eldest daughter nodded along in clear fascination, Aella felt proud. She was proud of her husband for being such a smart and capable man, and equally if not even more proud of Daphne, whose mastery had already been earned and was simply waiting for a ceremony to acknowledge her achievement.
Though she wasn't one of her own, Aella was proud of little Gabrielle too, both for her intelligence and for how she had overcome her naturally docile and submissive nature to explain everything to the group even in the face of an academic challenge from someone as formidable as Hermione Granger. It didn't hold, however. Gabi blushed at the end, realizing all eyes were on her. Harry kissed the top of her head and whispered something into her ear. Aella could only hear the words brilliant and sexy, which was more than enough for her to piece together what he'd said, and why it brought her confidence and comfort back in an instant. Daphne giving her a bright smile as well saw that confidence and comfort swell even further. Obviously her relationship with Daphne had something to do with that, but she would also know that Daphne would have had the knowledge of the topic to be able to follow along with what was being said. Now she knew she was right.
"It's certainly a unique way of structuring it, but it does make sense," Hermione admitted, looking fascinated at what she'd just heard rather than affronted that someone had proven her wrong. "I don't know how no one ever noticed. It could have wide implications."
"Unfortunately, it's not common enough across other forms of magic to be of use," Harry said, chuckling as he interrupted before his best friend could get ahead of herself. "It wouldn't even work with wards. Shields ultimately are intended to do one specific thing, and no other group of magic is so focused on one single outcome against such a clearly defined set of magic. You can see it with the Unforgivables, where shields fall short against magic that's similar to the spells they're supposed to block, but just different enough. It's also probably the worst way you could go about creating a new shield, but might be useful for learning different ones for some people."
The rest of the group did their best to absorb that explanation. Aella noticed that Apolline, topless as always these days, wasn't even slightly teasing her husband for a change. Instead she was actually sitting in his lap and letting his hands roam all over her, which Sebastian was making the most of. Despite both of his daughters being in the same room, he wasn't going to miss a chance like this given how seldom they came these days.
Besides, it wasn't like Fleur was shy about openly groping Edmund, or encouraging him to grope her even if her whole family was around to see it. She very much encouraged it, and usually was the instigator of it. Sebastian's groping sort of went unnoticed after the first time it had happened, and now it was more like he was teasing himself rather than his wife doing it to him, amusingly enough. He didn't seem to mind, though. The exact opposite appeared to be true.
Apolline took great delight in denying her husband even something as simple as what he was doing right now, but allowing everyone else she was involved with to do it as much as they liked. She obviously enjoyed giving that privilege to Harry and Edmund above all, at least until the recent development that had gotten her to ease off a bit. Aella was as thankful for that as the others, because it had been plain to see that the teasing of Sebastian was becoming a bit too intense to be sustainable for any length of time. She still played around with him, but it was noticeably less often, and she also let him have moments like this one.
Aella didn't know exactly what it was that Hermione and Pansy had done for Sebastian, or what they'd promised him for the future. But the actions and promises of those two younger witches, combined with his wife's easing up had Sebastian seeming more relaxed. He still seemed utterly humiliated by all the same things that had humiliated him prior to the change, but now he seemed almost happy about it.
That was a state of mind that Aella knew and understood very well, given her own kinks. She was very curious what it was that Pansy and Hermione had done for him, though. She was going to have to find a private time to ask them what had transpired, for no reason other than to satisfy her own curiosity. Come to think of it, it would work better if she demanded that they tell her rather than merely asking them. Those two would respond better to that, and she also loved any chance she had to revel in the dominant role she'd taken up over them.
If it had just been Sebastian's demeanor that had changed, she wouldn't be as curious about what had caused it. That could have easily been chalked up to something insignificant, when combined with his wife finding a better balance. But it was how he was now referring to both Hermione and Pansy as Miss in front of everyone, no matter how much everyone taunted him for it. Aella and even Fleur had joined in on that taunting too; everyone had, aside from Harry and Gabi.
Aella had also observed Sebastian, Hermione and Pansy together away from everyone else. It had just been happenstance; something she'd seen as she walked by. Hermione had been showing Pansy something in a book that Edmund had lent to her, and Pansy had been listening and looking on with adoration as her girlfriend got all excited about the book. Then Sebastian had walked by the other door into the room, which had been fully thrown open unlike the one Aella glanced into as she walked by.
Hermione had smugly told Sebastian that she and her girlfriend would like a drink. He'd looked extremely embarrassed to be called on in such a way, but he'd just headed off to fetch them both drinks. Fascinated, Aella had watched until he brought the drinks back and was then dismissed just as casually as he had been summoned.
There hadn't even been anything sexual about it, but it had shown Aella that more than slight teasing and kind words had been exchanged. But she doubted they'd gone too far with it, either, just reading the respective body language and attitude of all three. It seemed to her that they had masterfully dangled a carrot from a stick to motivate the older man into doing what they said, and she wasn't surprised they'd been astute enough to work out the best way to handle things.
It was a nice bit of insight into what made them tick, and that was always welcome for Aella as she worked out how best to have her own fun with them. If she knew what they considered to be a reward or an incentive, it would be useful for her, Edmund and Fleur when it was time for them to provide the pair with rewards.
"I didn't know you knew anything about arithmancy, Harry," Fleur teased, dragging Aella back from her musings over recent developments involving Hermione, Pansy and Sebastian. "Let alone enough to provide an explanation like that." Harry's girlfriends all laughed, other than Gabi, and he just grinned and shook his head.
"There's no chance that he explained this part to his class," Astoria said. "He knows just enough to get by at his job." Fleur looked puzzled by that, so Narcissa explained.
"It would have been your sister who pieced it together," she said. "It was obvious to the rest of us, so I guess she must have been the Delacour sister who got all the brains."
"I honestly can't decide what she has more of between beauty and intelligence," Daphne said, giving a blushing Gabi a kiss on the cheek. She squeaked and turned purple, making most of the room laugh.
"You're lucky I'm too proud of how brilliant my little sister is to be upset by your taunting," Fleur said.
"What would you do if you weren't?" Narcissa said playfully. She was always happy to take a teasing verbal jab at Fleur, and Aella smiled as she waited to see how this one landed on her girlfriend. "Wait, let me have a guess. I figure that since you're so spoiled by your boyfriend and girlfriend, you'd ask them to tell me off for you?"
"She won your little battle of words yet again, dear," Aella said with a laugh while Fleur groaned. "But if you would like us to tell her off for you, we'd be happy to do so."
--
Aella pressed her arse back as soon as Harry surprised her by wrapping his arms around her from behind. She wiggled her bum against him, feeling that his massive cock was hard. That was always an incredibly exciting thing to feel against her, and it was a good sign for what was about to come her way.
She didn't need to turn around and see him to know whose arms were around her and whose cock she was wriggling against. Obviously his cock could only be his, but his hands were recognizable enough as well. There were slightly different ways that he liked to grope her compared to Edmund. Her husband was also slightly taller than Harry, and his hands were a bit larger, though Harry's were stronger thanks to his more intense workout routine, and rougher as a result of everything he'd been through in his remarkable life.
"Doing your makeup, I see," Harry murmured against her ear. "You have something planned?"
Her breathing came hot and heavy with arousal as she slowly rubbed herself against him. His hands roamed her body, removing her bra and cupping her bare breasts. It was more than a little distracting, but she tried to cast the spells for her makeup to a high standard regardless of those groping hands and that big cock.
"Date night," she said, moaning as he rolled her pierced nipples between his fingers. "You should know that, since Fleur mentioned where we were going at least three times last night alone."
"Right," Harry said, laughing sheepishly. "I forgot, to be honest. It was a bit of a long night, even by my standards. The stakeout dragged on again." It was the third stakeout Harry had led, thanks to one of his squadron leaders being out sick at a really inconvenient time.
It wasn't related to Draco, but rather to some other group they'd been chasing. She was sure he'd been keeping tabs on the Draco situation intently though, despite him allegedly not having any actual access to the information now. That had been a good idea, but she knew him, and she knew he was resourceful and determined enough that he would get his hands on every piece of information that was out there, even with Tonks in charge and keeping it all classified. The combination added up to the odd moment of rare forgetfulness from him about small details that didn't matter. Obviously, her going to dinner with Fleur and Edmund was not a vital piece of information, but he would normally never forget a detail even like that.
"Yes," she said, laughing. "Which is why, while you lifting my skirt up is normally not something I would dream of telling you not to do, I may have to do so this time. We sadly just don't have time for anyt--"
Harry wasn't listening to her at all. He yanked her skirt up and roughly shoved into her while she was busy trying to tell him why it might not be the best idea this time thanks to her plans, and she groaned.
"I own this body," he growled. "Besides, you're panting so hard that you might as well have just begged for it, you needy slut. It's a good thing you didn't have any knickers on before I showed up, because you would have ruined them with ease. Or maybe you didn't wear them because you knew you wanted me to fuck you before you went out, no matter what nonsense you tried to play at."
The truth was that she hadn't worn them because the skirt was so tight that the lines showed even with charms, but he was pounding the life out of her so well that she couldn't actually respond to tell him that. He pressed a hand down on her back after he bent her over her vanity and held her down. His arm wrapped around her waist, but at least he didn't yank her hair and make it difficult for her to put back in place after this was over. She would have enough to do to look presentable again after he was done with her.
In the end, she didn't care very much and wouldn't have stopped him if he had yanked her hair. She would let him make a mess of her if that was what he wanted to do, even if it made her an hour late to her date night. And that was before he'd started fucking her. Once he was inside of her and thrusting away, she would have literally let him do anything that he wanted to her. She would have done anything he demanded of her without a second thought as long as it meant that he kept slamming that big dick deep inside of her.
She just moaned and grunted like the needy slut she indeed was as he fucked her relentlessly. He fucked her so hard that the vanity shook and banged against the wall loudly. After about ten minutes of this that left her barely able to catch enough of a breath of air to make a sound, she came with a scream of ecstasy.
Surprisingly to her, he filled her to the brim with his cum halfway through her orgasm. That extended her orgasm and left her little more than a melted puddle by the end of it. She was slumped on top of her vanity, feeling amazing and not daring to try and stand up. Her legs were jelly even after a quick shag like that.
"I can't have you being late," he chuckled. "I wouldn't feel too bad about it if it was just your husband waiting for a few extra minutes, but Fleur would be far too annoying about it if you're late. Fucking you is worth a lot, but I can wait and make up for it later if it means avoiding a few days of Fleur's irritation."
"Agreed," Aella said, laughing. Then she shuddered when a charm hit her between her legs. Harry gave her a pat on the arse.
"Besides, I have some other fun in mind for both of us," he growled into her ear. "You'll leave that charm in place until you get home. You can dispel it easily enough if you try, but I expect that you won't, and I'll enjoy knowing that you haven't."
"What is it?" she asked.
"You'll go on your date with your husband while my cum's inside of you the whole time," he said. "We can consider it his punishment for taking up your time when I'd like to be fucking you, even if he won't know about it. And knowing that you're on a date with your husband while still filled by me will be entertaining enough for me to wait until tomorrow before I shag you silly." She shook a bit at that, and he laughed and gave her another pat.
"You're such a slutty wife," he said. "Maybe I'll summon you later on tonight. I'll try my best to be generous and not call on you too early, but we both know you not only have to hop up from your chair the moment I do, but would do so even if you didn't have to worry about being punished for not answering the call. You will be punished if you ignore it, of course, so don't get any ideas."
Harry left with that, and she whined out loud in her now empty bathroom. He'd left her incredibly horny, and she would stay that way throughout the rest of the evening.
--
Pansy walked into Harry's office on Friday afternoon, and she felt a bit less excited about what was to come than she usually would. The spanking was still hard these days, but he always at least got her off with his fingers. And sucking his cock was actually a reward itself, oddly enough. He didn't take charge most times unless he was irritated about something, and that something had yet to be her, fortunately.
Mostly he let her do her work, and she put herself through agony still. It wasn't possible to properly suck his cock how he demanded it otherwise, but it was pleasing when she could improve and get a better reaction out of him than she had the previous time.
Today, though, she was already feeling down. She'd been feeling this way since yesterday evening, and it was no mystery as to why. Hermione was going on a brief business trip with Edmund in a few hours. She knew that, and what she expected to take place during that trip was exciting to her too. Then Edmund had informed Hermione of his new demands and expectations, both for their trips and on specific days when not abroad, and that had been even more exciting for Pansy. There was no denying that all of it was right in line with her fantasy. It was just the right amount of having the married couple and their girlfriend play it up often enough, but then did the opposite even more often and made it all about Pansy and Hermione being together.
Taking her girlfriend off and doing things to her in hotels in foreign countries without Pansy around, and Hermione even being that dominant girlfriend she now embraced being and denying Pansy the right to cum while she was away, was great. But Edmund had said she would come along too whenever she was available, if Hermione desired it. That was perfect, and it gave her even more fantasies to consider. She hadn't expected that she would be going on this trip, but then that had been out there, and she'd realized how badly she wanted to go on the first one. The fantasy of not being there and not knowing what was happening was exciting, but it couldn't compare to actually being there for it; not this time.
She couldn't go, though. She'd been too successful at work and convinced the Minister to assign her a large project in which she was tasked with finding any suspects, namely Lords, who were pursuing illegal activities in an economic sense. She had analyzed the Parkinson financials and how they managed to avoid legal ramifications even though they didn't have the pull of the likes of Lucius Malfoy, and presented her findings to Harry. He'd been so impressed that she did it for the Minister and a few other department heads as well.
As a result of all of that, she had this project that required a great deal of time and research, and she knew it was make or break for her. If she could accomplish this, she would silence the last of those who still saw her as she used to be and wanted her to fail. If nothing else, they would have to accept that she was too competent for it to be worth their time to try and ensure she fall back down.
Plus, Harry and the Minister had put their faith in her. If she fucked this up, she would give away all the strategies she'd found before they could investigate it properly, and the corruption would promptly be covered up. The Minister was certain that there were higher-ups in the Ministry guilty of this, or at least that they were connected to and would inform those who they knew were guilty.
Any blunders here would be used against her, and it would cause significant harm to her career prospects. With regret, she'd had no choice but to stay behind and do heavy research this weekend, despite the Gringotts records not being provided until next week. That meant that this research was her combing through endless Ministry records of share transfers, sales, appointments, resignations and everything else dating back many, many years. It was a boring slog, but it needed to be done. It would be great to have her suspicions summarized before the Gringotts information arrived; it would them up well for success.
Owing to her commitment and how seriously she took her responsibility, she couldn't accompany them on their trip this weekend. She was disappointed by that, and so was Hermione. They were doing their best not to show it to each other, because neither of them wanted the other to feel bad. But she had definitely been doing a lot of pouting while at work, at least when she was sure no one was around to see it.
It was going to be okay, though. Pansy's life had turned around so quickly, transforming from the bleak hopelessness that had marked her existence for so long into something amazing. She'd gone from a social outcast foolishly obsessed with a man who had never shown her any kindness to a woman with a burgeoning career who had earned the trust of the Minister of Magic himself, not to mention she held the heart of the most incredible witch she'd ever met in her life. If missing out on a fun weekend was the largest disappointment in her life these days, she could enjoy the excitement that came with wondering what they were up to and move past her longing for something that was honestly only moderately more exciting to her. She was a lucky witch, and she needed to remind herself of that.
Harry looked up at her, and she heard the door shut and lock behind her with a wave of his hand. No doubt he'd silenced it as well, because he was going to have her making noise before long. Pansy knew what was coming to her. By the time he opened his mouth to address her, she had stripped down to just her heels and stood submissively at the side of his desk, waiting for his order. He snapped his fingers at her and pointed at his lap, and she promptly climbed over his lap to await her discipline. Without a word, he gave her a hard spanking that made her yelp, and then used his fingers between her legs to make her scream instead.
"Thank you," she gasped, moving to get off of his lap and sink to her knees when he was done. Harry chuckled and put his hands on her shoulders. holding her in place before she could get out of his lap.
"There's no time for that, Miss Parkinson," he said, holding her in his arms. "You have to go home and pack. After all, you have a vacation coming up."
"No, I don't," Pansy mumbled, shaking her head and turning it away slightly, not wanting her disappointment to be too apparent. "Too much work to do around here." For some reason, that made Harry laugh.
"I'd thought me knowing you hadn't packed would make it obvious that I was aware of your dilemma," he said. "But I've told you that you need to go and pack, so clearly you should realize that I've already sorted it out for you."
She twisted around to look into his eyes again. "I don't want it to be pushed back," she said. "The Minister has trusted me with this, and I need to be ready for--
"You will be," Harry said, giving her a smile and a pat on the arse. "Nothing is going to be pushed back, and the project isn't going to suffer while you're gone. Your girlfriend came to me, explained the situation and asked if there was anything I could do. She offered to do anything I wanted in exchange, which I found pretty fucking funny. As if I couldn't make both of you do whatever I wanted you to at any point in time!" Pansy blushed at the reminder, wriggling in his lap a bit. His massive, erect cock beneath her didn't help calm her heavy arousal.
"But you've done such a good job that I've decided to take care of the research personally," Harry said. "It'll actually arouse less suspicion from anyone who might be keeping tabs on you and trying to determine if they're at risk here if I do the research instead. I access a large volume of those records as part of my daily responsibilities as it is, so they're a lot less likely to realize what's going on if it's me digging into them rather than you."
Pansy shook her head. "I can't let you do that," she said quietly. "You saved my life, and you gave me, no, you still give me so much. I can't let you do all of that work for me while I go off and have fun, Harry. It's not right to expect you to--" Harry silenced her with a single stinging smack across her arse. It was as hard as he'd ever spanked her, and the force behind it was enough to cut off her objections.
"This wasn't open for discussion, Miss Parkinson," he said sternly. "You need a vacation. You haven't taken even a moment off to reward yourself for how hard you've been working for months now. Sure, I've helped you out from time to time. But you have earned everything you have now, and don't you ever let anyone tell you differently, including yourself. You've earned a weekend off to go and have fun, and you're going to take it. You're going to go and enjoy yourself, understood?"
Pansy blushed, trying to blink back happy tears as she nodded her understanding. "Thank you, Harry," she said through the tightness in her throat. He just held her against him and rubbed her back until she got herself back under control. Once he felt her breathing even out, he started to pat her arse to amuse himself. The tender moment eventually became one of amusement, and she giggled at how much enjoyment Harry got out of making an arse jiggle in his hands.
"How do you find the time for everything?" she asked him curiously. "Even with 24 hours in a day, it seems impossible for one person to do as much as you do."
"I'm not as special as you might think," he said, chuckling. "It'll take me a lot less time to do this than it would have for you, thanks to my unfortunate level of familiarity with those records. It's taken years of boring training and repetition for me to reach that point. But enough about that. You have somewhere to be." He hauled her off of his lap, and she blushed again upon seeing him gaze hungrily at her body. But rather than pounce on her, he nodded his head towards her pile of clothes on the floor.
Pansy moved over to the pile so she could get dressed, but stopped herself before she actually picked anything up. "I honestly won't be able to enjoy myself if I don't thank you at least a little bit now, even if I don't have the time to give you the full, proper thanks you deserve."
She sashayed over to the other side of his desk so she was facing away from him, and then laid back onto it. Pansy shifted her body up until her head was hanging over the edge of the desk, and she met his stare of intense arousal. "Are you going to turn down the chance to slam that dick down my throat before I go?" she asked. "You know I'll make it through it, even if you fuck it as hard as you want to. Besides, this is only going to be a two night trip, and I've always been a quick packer. It wouldn't even surprise me if Hermione's gotten some of my packing done behind my back, since she's the one who set this all up with you to begin with."
Harry laughed while pulling his cock out. He stood and stepped forward, grabbing her throat tightly with his hand. His cock nudged against her lips before sliding into her open mouth. "You have my permission to touch yourself, Miss Parkinson. I think you'll find that you're going to need to in order to distract yourself from this."
While she'd promised that she could take whatever he gave her, he was honestly tougher on her than she'd expected him to be. His already tight grip on her throat got even tighter as he slammed his hips forward, and his massive balls smacked against her face. Pansy shrieked in discomfort around his cock, and her body flailed around on the desk. Taking his advice, her fingers quickly moved to her clit to try and distract herself. It really did help, just as he'd said it would. Having this massive cock fucking her throat was still as physically difficult a sexual ordeal as she could remember experiencing for some time now, but the pleasure of rubbing her clit helped make it at least moderately more bearable.
She was still flailing on the desk a bit, but instead of feeling like pure torture, it crossed beyond just bearable and became arousing enough for her to ignore how physically grueling it was to have this massive cock stretching and plugging her throat in ways that a human throat simply was not meant to be plugged. As if to test her further, his hand clamped even tighter on her throat, and he added in some stinging slaps to her breasts as well with his other hand, though she barely noticed them in her current state.
Pansy nearly passed out when the saliva dripping down her face, into her hair and onto the floor clogged her nose, but he cleaned it for her with a wave of his hand, not even breaking his rhythm or pausing in his throatfucking. This was no joke. She hadn't anticipated him going this far, not that she would complain about it had she been able to. Her throat was being used like her other two holes would have been if he'd been in them instead. He was genuinely fucking into her throat, and she had no idea how her teeth weren't scraping against it, but he didn't give any indication of such while he fucked her.
She rarely felt humiliated during sex these days. She got off on being submissive, so she'd moved past any humiliation long ago. Submitting and being fucked and used was what she expected, and maybe even what she deserved. Hermione still felt the burn of humiliation heavily in these situations, and she probably always would, though she got off on it so much that she probably wasn't going to try to move past that feeling anyway.
But right now, Pansy did feel fairly humiliated. She was squirting and flailing even more wildly, and she could do nothing about it. She'd come from this; just her fingers on her clit while she received the most brutal throatfucking possible. And she'd cum before he even seemed close to his own orgasm! She kept touching herself, mostly because she felt like that touch on her clit was vital if she wanted to hang on. Her vision was getting dark, and this throatfucking was getting so much more intense and so much more difficult to withstand.
As he howled and swelled within her, she realized in a panic that she was going to pass out if he came down her throat and into her stomach. She didn't have nearly enough air to make it through his huge orgasms. Cum would explode out of her nose, she would pass out, and--
She was saved from this fate by Harry, who obviously knew what the outcome would be if he stayed where he was. He pulled his cock out of her throat and came with a roar, spraying her entire body with the largest load he'd given her in quite some time now. Pansy came hard yet again mere moments after that first large rope of seed smacked against her tummy. By the time he was finished, the mess she'd made and the thick cum all over her skin left her looking like she'd just had five men throatfuck her and cum all over her body. But it was all the work of one man, of course. He was an exceptional man; a man without a true equal in this, in her experience. But he was just one man.
Harry forced her to clean his cock up before he sat back down in his chair. Once his arse was back in that seat, the dominant, aggressive man who'd just wrecked her was replaced by the kind side of Harry that was usually the default outside of sex.
"You did so well, Miss Parkinson," he said, praising her while he used his magic to clean her up thoroughly. "I'm so proud of you."
Pansy gave him a tired grin. "Seems like you enjoyed the small start I made on my thank you, sir," she said, struggling to speak with how sore her throat was. Her voice was hoarse and raspy, but he laughed as he listened to her.
"Seems like every one of you witches has been getting too cheeky for your own good lately," he said, shaking his head. "But yes, you're not wrong. I did indeed enjoy that wonderful start, Miss Parkinson. Now, go home and pack. I've already informed your boss that I have need of you until the end of the work day, so you'll have no one looking for you."
Pansy pushed herself up off of the desk and got dressed, but before heading to his floo to leave, she threw herself back onto Harry's lap to give him a passionate, desperate kiss. He really was remarkable, and she wanted to show him how much she appreciated him.
"Thank you," she whispered after pulling away. "You're too goo to me. I swear I won't ever let you down."
Harry smiled and gave her arse a smack. "I know you won't. You're too smart and too proud to ever make a big mistake as it is. Now, it really is time for you to get going. I have work to do, not to mention a little veela to put through her paces pretty soon too."
Lucky little Gabi, Pansy thought to herself as she headed to the private floo in Harry's office. But not even Gabi was as lucky as Pansy herself felt right now. No one could have as much to feel lucky about as Pansy Parkinson did! Her life was amazing, and this weekend was going to be pretty amazing too.
--
Late in the day on Friday, Apolline paid a visit on Harry in his office at Potter Manor. This time she was alone, and topless. The lack of top was as much about her trying to get what she wanted as it was about avoiding the same mistake she'd made last time. He was hard at work, hunched over his desk and pouring over documents. She had to admit that she hadn't ever had a mental picture in her head of him doing work like this. He'd always seemed to her like someone who just jumped into action and did thing. But she supposed that paperwork and research was essential for him to be able to get things done, and his record clearly showed that he was a man who got things done.
She'd seen Sebastian in this frame of mind many times, and she knew from experience that this didn't bode well for her chances of convincing Harry to take time away from completing his favor for Pansy, at least not tonight. Still, she was going to try. If nothing else, she would work hard to get as close to the top of his list of priorities as possible, once he had time to see to the needs of women other than his girlfriends.
Surely, she could get in there somewhere. She knew he'd been very busy this week, but with Aella and those two cunning, sexy little devils Pansy and Hermione away, she figured he had to have at least a spare moment to give her what he had promised or let her practice at the very least. She hadn't even gotten to do that all week long. Even though sucking his cock wasn't that fun, beyond knowing how much it bothered Sebastian that she did it so much more often for Harry than she did for him, she wanted to do it in order to earn more from him.
Harry looked up and chuckled when he saw her standing there topless in his office. "I know what you're here for," he said. "I also know that my busy week has meant you haven't gotten to enjoy yourself like I said you would, or even get in any practice. I appreciate the fact that you haven't whined about it, and I'll express my appreciation in advance for you not complaining when I tell you that you're going to have to wait until next Friday."
A whole week? Apolline opened her mouth, prepared to voice that complaint. But she didn't get the words out, and that was fortunate for her. If she had, it would only have gone worse for her. Thankfully, Harry spoke before she could.
"You've been acting more balanced lately, and I think it's been for you," he said calmly. "A week lets me take care of this favor for Pansy, but truthfully, I'll be finished with that tonight. More importantly, I think a week off from this will do both you and your husband good. I told you that when I fuck you, I'm going to do it properly. Behave yourself, and make sure that when I bend you over in front of him next Friday, it won't be too much for him to take."
As soon as he put that image in her head, Apolline decided that she could wait a week if that was how it was going to go. "Bend me over in front of him?" she asked, needing to be sure. "I hope you're prepared to follow through on that, and it isn't some exaggeration."
He looked up from his work and gave her a serious look. "I'm either going to bend you over or have you on your back and put your ankles behind your head," he said. "And then I'll do the other one. Unless that isn't what you--"
"No, no, no," she blurted out quickly. "That's exactly what I want!"
Harry laughed. "Good," he said. "Now, go and leave me to this. Go make sure that when I make you scream my name, and fuck sounds out of you that your husband never has and never will despite apparently being really talented in bed himself, it won't cause any serious issues for him or for your marriage. Oh, and I think it'll work out nicely for you to wait. I believe that Hermione and Pansy are going to turn that key and let your husband have another enjoyable moment that Sunday. From what I heard, it sounded like the last time they let him out, they were more generous than anticipated."
"They were," she said quietly, nodding. "It really wasn't even that much, but still more than he expected from them, and more than they were even planning, apparently."
"I wouldn't be surprised if they get even more generous this time," Harry said. "But even something similar to it should take a lot of the sting out of all of this for him. Do try to remember that your husband is allowing you to do this, no matter how fun it is for you to pretend that it's something you can and would be doing even if he didn't want you to. We don't want to have a repeat of what happened after I fucked you the first time. And I'm serious about this, Apolline, because that first fuck was gentle and casual compared to what I'm going to do to you a week from today."
--
Daphne strode over towards Harry, swinging her hips with emphasis and enjoying the way his eyes drank her body in as she moved towards him. She straddled him on their new couch and made herself comfortable.
"Mmm, you did such a nice thing for Pansy last night," she said, voice going husky. "And then you came in and shagged all of us senseless, too! But I think that if you're being honest with me, you'll admit that you didn't get all of your needs taken care of last night while you were taking care of everyone else's. You seem to need to fuck almost all day long these days, and we had quite a bit of fun before you were finished and got worn out faster than we usually would."
"None of that is true," he said, grinning. "But if I really did need to fuck that much throughout the day, I would have to say that you'd carry more blame than anyone for it." Daphne giggled and nodded, happy to agree with his assessment. She slid to her knees and freed his cock.
"If that were the case, it would certainly be my job to take care of it when you don't get to fuck quite as much as you need to," she said. "I'd have made sure you got at least a few more orgasms last night if I could have. But when you fuck me so hard that I barely manage to crawl into bed before I pass out, well, that's your fault, not mine. I think we can get an early start on it today, though, and make sure you get as many orgasms as you deserve. We're both up, after all." She gave his cock a squeeze. "And this thing is up too, just like always."
Harry shifted on the couch while she angled his cock properly in order for her to be able to take all of it. She made him moan loudly in appreciation after she managed to swallow his cock all the way down, and she immediately got her tongue out to lick at his balls a bit. She was pleased that she was able to manage it, because this was no mean feat. Astoria was the only one who could reliably do it without almost retching, at least most of the time. Even with how often Daphne took his cock into her throat, and how adept she was at it, it was still very difficult to pull off, and just as painful. But she loved both of those aspects of this. They made it difficult to give more, which she always wanted to do no matter how much she gave already.
She slowly sucked his cock, moving her mouth from tip to base and enjoying what she could do while he was all the way into her throat. He moaned and grabbed her hair, but he didn't pull on it. All he did was hold her hair, but other than that he sat back and let her set the pace. It was up to her to pleasure him, rather than having him use her mouth. She wouldn't have minded the latter, of course, but she was happy to leap into giving him the former. She took his cock in and out of her throat, doing her best to make it feel amazing for him. She loved to please him now as much as ever.
"Hop up," he said eventually, laughing to himself. She didn't hesitate to enjoy herself as offered, but she was curious what it was she'd missed. Obviously, there was something there, but she didn't know what that something was.
Astoria racing in and taking up Daphne's former spot on her knees in front of Harry a few seconds later cleared it up for her. Harry had heard her little sister come in, and Astoria was as energetic as always to join in on some sexy fun with him. But Astoria didn't get to do much more than get started before Harry flipped the script.
"I think this is a good time for Astoria's big sister to remind her of her place, don't you?" Harry suggested to Daphne. She grinned widely at that idea. It had been too long since she'd done that. It had been a whole two days since she'd played with the dynamic, and the last time she'd done it properly was two days before that even.
Daphne yanked Astoria by the hair, forcing her to lick. "Be a good little sister and help us out, Stori," she said. Astoria was more than happy to submit and participate, and Daphne and Harry both moaned loudly as her mouth and tongue got to work. She mainly worked over Daphne's clit, but with someone as skilled and determined as Stori down there, the pleasure spreading was inevitable.
The elder Greengrass sister came pretty quickly after this began, bucking and bouncing at once and roughly forcing her little sister closer so she could lick her more firmly.
Harry took charge after she came down from that, since she couldn't yet return to the pace she'd been going at. She was still slightly weak in the legs after her orgasm, so Harry physically lifted her up and down his cock with all the ease she was accustomed to. She just used both of her hands to force Stori to keep it up, not that her little sister wouldn't have continued to lick all on her own. Harry continued taking charge and fucking her on his cock until she came again, and this time he grunted and filled her up with his seed as she did. Once he was done, he took his cock out and held her legs open behind her knees. But he didn't spread her overly wide, and she soon found out why.
"Be a good little slut and clean your big sister up," he commanded. Astoria actually blushed a bit, which was an amusing reaction to see from her of all people. But she started licking Daphne clean without delay, and her big sister smiled and moaned.
"Make sure you get every last bit of cum out of there, Stori," she groaned. "Merlin, I have the sluttiest little sister. First she's cleaning cum out of her big sister with her tongue, and then she's going to help our boyfriend as he fucks me again. And when he's done, she'll clean me up all over again." Astoria lapped away greedily, and Daphne moaned.
"You'll get your chance to have yours when I'm done, you filthy little sister," she said. "Now do a good job, otherwise you'll have to be reminded that I can easily punish you. I don't need to do it most days, but I won't hesitate to entertain all of us by not allowing you to cum for a day or two."
"Better listen to your big sister, slut," Harry said as he roughly shoved his cock back inside of Daphne, making her groan. "You've gone a very long time without earning a proper punishment, so I won't feel even a little bit bad if you earn one now, no matter how tiny a mistake you make."