"I'm sure you know this, considering you seem to learn every single minute detail of this case that you have given a magical vow not to be involved in, but the IWC are close to reaching the same conclusion that your aurors already have," Edmund said to Harry.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Harry said with a cheeky grin. "The IWC Elite auror taskforce, which refuses to accept any and all evidence from any lowly standard auror force, is just now catching up to the progress my aurors have made in their investigation? I refuse to believe they could be so far behind!" Edmund snorted at his sarcasm.
"What I do know is that if that really is the case, they might want to think about reviewing their standards," Harry continued. "But if I was as in the know about something as you seem to think I am about this, it's likely that I would have already put another plan into motion." He paused there, knowing that Edmund was waiting for him to elaborate but deciding to have some fun with him. Lord Greengrass finally sighed and shook his head.
"As fun as this may be, at least for you, dinner will be served soon," Edmund said, giving in. Harry laughed.
"Malfoy will be dealt with before the IWC moves in," Harry said simply.
"They're going to be moving in within a matter of days, Harry," Edmund said flatly. "But I'm assuming you know that, too."
"I can't confirm that I would be aware of such details, of course," Harry said lightly. "But as I said, Malfoy will be dealt with before the IWC move in."
Edmund raised his eyebrow. "And will he be dealt with by your hand?"
"Not unless absolutely necessary. There's too much potential for mess. As you correctly pointed out, I am bound by a vow that keeps me from directly involving myself in this case." He stretched his arms, rolled his shoulders and groaned. "Of course, if it just so happened that I stumbled across information about a member of that group who was young, had merely done some smuggling, was roped in by an uncle he'd liked and trusted as a child but had since grown to detest now that he knew the truth about him, and that young individual was on guard duty outside the wards once a week, well--" Edmund just sighed.
"Fine, ruin my fun," Harry said. "Yes, I found out about this kid, and I went and spoke to him while he was on guard duty. I confirmed that he was a barely of-age kid who was trapped in a mess because he had no other options, and I made a deal with him. He swore a vow to do everything he reasonably could to limit the illegal actions he took part in while remaining in his current situation. He vowed that he has no intention of doing anything illegal if he can escape his current situation, and that he wishes to be welcomed into magical Britain and given a bit of support so he can have a fair shot at making an honest life for himself. All he has to do to receive that pardon and become a citizen of magical Britain is bring a wanted fugitive, specifically one who is wanted by magical Britain for a very specific type of crime, over the border with him."
"So much for not being involved," Edmund said dryly.
"I'm not involved," Harry countered, chuckling. "This is entirely separate from any currently ongoing investigations. If it just so happens to cause an outcome that benefits other investigations, well, no vow will prevent me from doing my job there just because it was related to an investigation of a situation I'm too personally involved in and thus vowed not to get involved with, would it? That would just be absurd."
"You're not involved in the investigation, yet somehow you manage to be fully aware of every detail of the case in real time," Edmund said with a roll of his eyes.
"The archives were once my least favorite place in the Ministry," Harry said. "They will be again, soon enough, but right now I find it to be an incredibly worthwhile area to spend my time in."
Edmund had to laugh at that. "The benefits of efficient bureaucracy and expedient filing and arching of documentation."
"Exactly," Harry agreed, grinning. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I could just read the case notes anyway. I can't be involved in the investigation itself, but the wording of the vow itself doesn't prevent me from following along with it. It's easier to do this way. It gives me…well, let's just say I don't intend to let the IWC toss Malfoy into a trial where ten years of imprisonment is the harshest punishment possible. I'm not going to allow them to stick their heads so far up their own arses that they refuse to consider any evidence or crimes that were investigated by anyone who wasn't them. If I have to go with a contingency plan to make sure justice is done, it's best that it's common knowledge I stayed far away from the investigation itself just to ensure no one tries to whisper that I might have been involved in Malfoy never reappearing. Then again, if he did just vanish, never to be found again, who would know? And better yet, who would care?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm pretty confident that this poor kid looking for a second chance will be able to pull this off. But if he can't, there's always the option of simply chucking Malfoy past the wards. According to him, everyone in that convoy under that Fidelius is beyond ready to rid themselves of Malfoy's presence the very first moment they can. It won't be hard for him to frame Malfoy for something that pushes that situation to a boiling point. That option has the potential to get messier. Not messier for us, so much, but messier regardless."
"If it gets to the point where you have to implement your contingency, I'm coming too, Harry," Edmund said seriously.
"Fine," Harry said with a smile. "But I do hope it doesn't come to that. I would much rather this have an anti-climactic ending. That might make for a shite end to a book or television show, but this is real life."
"Right," Edmund nodded. "Well, I hope to receive a summon for a private Wizengamot session enforced under the strictest secrecy vows we have as Lords."
"As do I," Harry agreed happily. "And now that we've discussed all of that, shall we join the others for dinner?"
"Yes, that sounds like a great idea," Edmund said with a smile. "I suddenly find that my appetite has returned. It's funny how quickly that can happen."
--
"So we really are having yet another one," Harry said, sighing deeply. Everyone else laughed at his obvious discomfort.
"You enjoyed the first one, Harry," Fleur pointed out. "And this one will be a pool party, as so many of the guests from your last party wanted it."
"Yes, it's shocking that a pool party would be such a popular option after you went around doing everything short of inviting them to a party that hadn't existed beforehand," he drawled. Fleur shrugged but had a smug grin on her face.
"I'm sure you wizards will go fly around on your brooms like silly children anyway, so I'm not sure why you're complaining," she said quickly. Even Harry joined in laughing at that.
"Remember that you agreed to getting fit for those robes after wriggling out of doing it doing our last shopping trip," Narcissa said to him.
"Yes, I remember," he said, nodding. "I do need a new pair."
"Just skip to the part will you tell us what you're scheming, love," Astoria said. "That wasn't even an attempt at reluctance from you. You almost sounded excited, like you're trying to butter us up, but you know you don't need to resort to that if all you're after is stuffing us full."
"Let's not get too comfortable with escalating the talk that much, shall we?" Edmund said after coughing into his hand to cut his youngest daughter off before she could get any more explicit about how easily Harry could get lucky with any of his lovers.
"That was a bit much, even for you, Stori," Daphne said, though her snickers showed she found it more amusing than anything else.
Astoria just laughed. "Well, if Harry had gotten to the point instead of being silly and beating around the bush, I wouldn't have needed to amuse myself while he drags this out."
"I approved a standard auror detail for an event today," Harry said, rolling his eyes at her. "I'll need robes for it." She stared him down, and the others snickered as they watched him drag it out longer than he likely would have if she hadn't interjected. He finally laughed and decided to give her what she was impatiently waiting for. "Fine, fine. I guess some collection of old men and women finally managed to finish their competition to see who was best at waving their wand and levitating things, or whatever the charms guild uses as their metrics to decide who is in charge, and as a result, I--"
"You aren't joking, are you?" Daphne cut in quickly. "Because if you are, I'll warn you right now that this will be the first night where you'll be banished from our bed and have to sleep on the couch for at least one night, if not more. And there will be nothing sexual happening on that couch, believe me. If you're not serious about this, I swear that I'll--"
"Of course I'm not joking, Daph," he said. Her threats were as cute as they were serious, but he wouldn't joke about something like this. She beamed at him, and she began almost bouncing in her chair. "So, don't go planning any more parties for the weekend after next." She gave him a stare that was not at all amused, and he chuckled. "That wasn't directed at you. I expect the celebration. I was just making sure that scheming veela over there doesn't try to turn our manor into a nightclub, dear."
"Nightclubs never interested me, Harry," Fleur said. "I'm glad you're happy with me doing as I please with your manor on all the other weekends excluding that one, though."
"Maybe your boyfriend can spoil you by buying you a property solely to throw parties on," Narcissa interjected. "It might be a prudent purchase, since it appears you have developed an obsession with partying not far from some of the vapid purebloods I grew up with."
"You could have walked away the winner for once if you had just quit while you were ahead, dear," Aella said, snickering and patting a groaning Fleur's hand.
"I would easily have walked away the winner if she hadn't been here," Fleur responded. Narcissa just gave her a superior smirk.
--
A strong, large hand on her hip woke Hermione up out of a dead sleep.
Before she was even fully awake, she had been pulled on top of her girlfriend, rather than just lying half on top of her with an arm and a leg flung over Pansy's body. It could have been a moment of confusion and panic, but it wasn't. Instead, the sudden awakening and movement only excited her. It excited her because she knew that this was Harry's hand. He was one of only two wizards who would do this, and one of the three that could access this bedroom to do it. One of those three certainly wouldn't dare to do so. In fact, it was likely that she would one day in the exact opposite role with him, along with her girlfriend.
The bed in question was the one at Harry's manor. It was undoubtedly the most luxurious of the beds she slept in, thanks to Daphne's insistence. The bedding was the same as her other bed as far as style went--plain and with a solid color, reflecting the more modern style that Hermione preferred. However, it was far more luxurious than her bedding at the other house of Harry's, the one that her and her parents were temporarily staying in, even though that bed was of very high quality itself.
That house itself was still Harry's, although Hermione was sure he and her parents had met based on how studiously they avoided discussing finding future housing. That was typical Harry, but she wasn't bothered by the idea. She felt just the opposite, really. Her parents would be as safe as they could possibly be there, and they seemed as happy and relaxed staying there as she could ever remember them being. She was overjoyed to be able to see them every day even as her life settled into more of a routine where they didn't spend quite as much time together.
Hermione barely spent any time these days sleeping in that home she was technically sharing with her parents, but she still went there each day to see her parents and spend at least a little bit of time with them, and she didn't see that changing much. At the very least, it suited her well to have everything organized and compartmentalized so efficiently. She had her work clothes there, and her casual and more risqué clothing were stored here at Harry's manor and at Greengrass Manor.
She slept in one of the two manors about 90% of the time these days, and it was pretty much an even split between them. It might have been tipped a bit more into the scales for Greengrass Manor if not for the fact that Fleur was so insatiable that it made it difficult for Hermione to rise at her usual early hour and still get a decent amount of sleep. After a few days without proper sleep, even if they lost that sleep through some very fun evenings, both she and Pansy required a place to sleep where there would not be a horny and needy veela around to disturb them. Hermione had no idea how Aella and Edmund did it so regularly.
Hermione was very attuned to the hands of both Harry and Edmund, the only two men who had both the access and the privilege to touch her like this, so it was easy for her to tell them apart. From the first moment that she was alert enough to use her brain even a tiny bit, it was obvious that this was Harry pulling her on top of Pansy.
She was wet enough that he could slide his cock inside of her as easily as he ever had before, and that was without any words spoken. It couldn't have been more than fifteen or twenty seconds since she'd first felt his hands on her; Pansy was only just now groggily opening her eyes and groaning.
That being said, Harry entering her as easily as he ever had did not mean that he entered her easily by any means. She was soaked enough to provide ample lubrication for his penetration, but the difficulty was simply that her best friend's massive dick could barely fit inside of her tight little pussy. He was so long and so thick that it felt like she was essentially getting fisted. Fuck, it might be even more than that! Feeling that massive cock push into her hurt so bad that she felt herself tearing up.
And yet, the pleasure that came with that frustration far outweighed the pain. Hermione moaned loudly and writhed around on top of Pansy. Her hands clenched into the bedding beneath her, and her toes curled so hard that her calves could quickly cramp if this kept up. It was the best feeling, but one that left her with aftereffects that she could not have as part of her daily routine, even with the benefit of potions to ease the pain. She couldn't do this daily, like his lovers somehow could. But Merlin, was it incredible to enjoy Harry's cock every now and again!
Harry held her hips up and slowly fucked her, and she cried out. His brutal, savage fucks were amazing, and they put her in the submissive mindset that she craved with him. But this slow, steady fucking was incredible when the situation called for it too, and he'd selected a perfect moment for it.
Honestly, she didn't even need him to move quickly for her to get into that immensely satisfying submissive state of mind this time. He'd put her in that place just by coming in, grabbing her in the middle of the night and waking her up out of a deep sleep just because he wanted to. He didn't care that she had been sleeping. He wanted to fuck her, and he came to take her. She didn't get a chance to say a word about it either way, not that any words would have mattered.
A now awake Pansy grinned up at her, and Harry's hands gripped her hips and her arse as he continued to rock back and forth within her. Even though he wasn't fucking her hard, just feeling that massive dick in her, seeing Pansy smiling up at her in amusement, and knowing that Harry had come in, woken her up and taken her in the middle of the night was enough to make Hermione cum before anyone had said a word.
It was an embarrassingly fast orgasm, just like it always with him. Her best friend made her cum faster than anyone else could, when she was lucky enough to earn the privilege of anything. Even his fingers were a blessing for her body, which was a humiliating and also arousing dose of reality on where this dynamic was. It was startling how quickly everything had changed between her and the boy who had been her best friend in the world since she was just 12 years old, but she wouldn't have changed a thing about it.
"Wore the others out already," he said after she'd finished cumming. "They got started without me, since my raid turned up more than we expected it to. So, here I am. You two need to pay your rent for this room anyway."
"We'll pay up any time you want us to, sir," Pansy said right away. Harry chuckled, and Hermione moaned louder as she attempted to agree. She couldn't actually get the words out; all she could do was shake almost violently as she howled with pleasure. That probably worked as an answer anyway though.
Pansy kissed her passionately, and Hermione tried to return it as best she could. It was probably a lackluster performance with how distracting Harry's cock inside of her cunt was, but she did her best.
It wasn't long at all before she was cumming again, trembling on top of Pansy, squeezing Harry's cock tight and howling into her girlfriend's mouth. After she was done, Harry lifted her body up easily and moved her so she was sitting on her girlfriend's face, her pussy directly over Pansy's mouth.
"Lick, Miss Parkinson," he said. He needn't have given the command, because she'd already started licking. Pansy was more than happy to join in the fun properly, and Hermione held onto the headboard as Harry again pushed inside of her and started fucking her. He took her harder this time, his hips slapping against her arse loudly each time that he drove his cock into her.
Without warning, one of his hands grabbed her throat and began choking her while the other yanked on Pansy's hair harshly, forcing her closer. It meant that Pansy's licking became even more intense, which was surely the point. Hermione was quickly shrieking as the release shot through her, and she almost passed out thanks to how intense this one was. Harry's howls joined hers not long later as he slammed his cock deep inside of her pussy and filled it with his thick seed.
"Clean your girlfriend up, Miss Parkinson," Harry said as he pulled out. He'd already tapped into Hermione's fantasies and dreams of submission by waking her in the middle of the night to fuck her, and now he was moving to fulfill some of Pansy's. "Otherwise, you're just going to have to watch and not get any fun of your own."
"Every drop, dear," Hermione said tiredly, joining in. "You know what my expectations are when cleaning my lover's cum up from inside me." Pansy shuddered beneath them, and Hermione smirked. She enjoyed this particular fantasy, and her role within it, more and more herself these days. She'd been stepping into it more and more frequently as of late, as the boundaries became clear and everyone's preferences were well established.
It turned out that reminding her girlfriend that she had other lovers, and her girlfriend getting excited by the reminder, was a very exciting thing for Hermione. It might go even further soon enough. It had been a while since she'd teased and denied Pansy, and she had a feeling her girlfriend was in the mood for that to return almost as much as Hermione was. Considering how much Pansy loved it, it really spoke to how badly Hermione wanted to have that sort of fun again, and how into it she'd been able to get now that the other side of her own fantasies were being fulfilled beyond her wildest dreams.
Those fantasies played a part in this one too, of course. The key to a certain cage dangling even now was perhaps what led to the fun events that had her excited to tease her girlfriend properly.
A few minutes later, Hermione was getting fucked by her best friend for a third time. She settled in for an agonizing, amazing night, one that would be even more mentally and physically draining than what the horny French veela at Greengrass Manor usually put her through. But she didn't care. Fuck her early morning and her proper sleep. She would happily spend all of tomorrow exhausted in exchange for the feeling of her best friend's cock pounding her well through the night.
--
Harry entered the office of Lord Greengrass shortly after Astoria had left following her usual time working with him on Greengrass business. The timing hadn't been intended to avoid her, as this was going to be announced this very evening regardless, but Harry knew that the father of his future wives was as eager and anxious about this as he was.
"He's in custody," Harry said simply. Edmund stood up fro his desk immediately, and Harry laughed. "I can't blame you for forgetting the obvious fact that I'd have to sneak you in at the best of times, and that wouldn't be happening before he's even been questioned. After all, I tried to go visit myself until I physically couldn't because of the vow."
Edmund chuckled at himself. "Eager as I may be, I think I'm just as satisfied that I can't approach him yet. I fear that my reaction would give him the last bit of satisfaction he'll ever have."
"I hadn't thought of it that way, but you're right," Harry admitted. "Regardless, Tonks found me a few minutes later. His mind is broken to the point that they'll need a mind healer to work with him, or rather on him, before they can sign off on him being mentally functioning enough to undergo a brief questioning under truth serum that would actually be reliable enough to be usable as evidence. They want this done by the book, and I completely agree. It's obvious to everyone that I set this up, although the kid will never be mentioned by name for his own safety and the details will never be discussed. No one will question it as long as they don't have a reason to. Tonks said it's best I don't make any visits until after he's been questioned and won't be speaking to anyone in any meaningful capacity ever again, and I agree. The smallest of risks isn't worth a week or two, or even a month, to get satisfaction. We know the end result now, and that's all that matters."
Edmund sighed, and his sigh reflected how Harry felt. It was an exhale after years of agony and stress. "Thank Merlin," the older man said, smiling. "I'd thank you, but…"
"Classified," Harry said with a nod. "Still, it's safe enough to tell everyone tonight. As a bonus, it came together before Daphne's mastery, so we won't have even a shred of doubt lingering."
"Unfortunately for those waiting for my reply, I'm afraid I'll get no more work done this afternoon," Edmund said, chuckling and wiping at his face.
"Perhaps you should try to," Harry suggested. "I'm intent on taking our well-earned vacation before I even speak to the bastard."
"More well-earned for you than it is for me," Edmund said. "But I'll admit that I need it."
Harry didn't bother rebuking it despite not agreeing. Edmund had suffered and worked for years on this. Malfoy just hadn't been far enough down this road to be vulnerable to arrest without issue before.
"As always, we won't make the plans," Harry said. "But that makes it even more important for me to get back to work."
"True," Edmund chuckled. "I suppose I can suffer through some forced concentration for an afternoon."
Harry headed off with a laugh and turned back before leaving. "It was as anticlimactic as possible," he said. "But in an odd way, the very fact that it was so anticlimactic is incredibly satisfying to me, as much fun as it might have been to imagine fighting him and grinding him into a pulp."
"I understand the sentiment," Edmund said. "And in addition, the veil awaits him."
Harry nodded. "It's too good for him, but still the most fitting end possible for the fucking ferret."
--
"Why celebrate?" Astoria said, shrugging at Fleur after the veela had spoken. "We've been past that point for months now. This has been inevitable to me for a long time. It's a relief we're finally here, yes, but just a small relief."
"That's true enough," Fleur said, giving her a cheeky smile. "Harry was never going to--"
"I'll take you over my knee if you don't shut up and go back to your usual groping," Daphne interrupted with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh, so now you want me to be all over your father, do you?" Fleur was quick to reply. Daphne had no answer for that.
"It might not be a victory over Narcissa, but a win is still a win, Fleur," Aella said, laughing. Daphne tried to groan in disgust, but she couldn't help but start to laugh herself.
"On a different topic, do try to show up on time tomorrow, love," Narcissa said after waiting for the laughter to die down. "Lavender is staying late for us on a Friday so we can get our outfits for Daphne's ceremony put together in private, and I don't want to disrespect that kindness by making her wait any longer than she needs to."
"Don't worry," Harry said. "I'll be there. After all, I would hate to be even a second late for my all-important duty of sitting around for hours while nine witches all discuss fabric types and colors." A few of the aforementioned nine witches laughed and snorted at his readily apparent excitement, while Edmund and Sebastian nodded wisely. One of the house elves popped in amidst the laughter to let them know that dinner was ready, so the group began to rise. As they did, Daphne gave Sebastian Delacour a little smirk.
"I'm sorry about how this is going to interrupt your usual weekly schedule," she said. "Friday was the only day we could make it work, and I know it's a sacrifice for you, since it's usually the day you watch your wife get a proper fucking. Thank you for waiting a few extra days." She was debating whether or not she wanted to tease him a bit more before Harry made the decision for her, giving her a sharp smack on the arse that made her squeal.
"Behave yourself," her man ordered.
--
Harry gave Edmund and Sebastian a look of exaggerated frustration as they moved to depart on Friday evening, a mere 40 minutes after arriving.
The father of Daphne and Astoria laughed at his look. "When we mentioned it, your girlfriends were adamant that you weren't allowed," he said. "I know better than to irk my daughters over something so minor."
"Cowards," Harry joked, making both men laugh. The two older men headed off to attend tonight's quidditch match, which they oh so conveniently just happened to get tickets for this afternoon. As Harry saw Apolline coming, he couldn't resist the chance to tease her husband on his way out the door.
"I suppose I'll take your wife off of your hands tonight as well, Sebastian," he said. Apolline smirked as she arrived at Harry's side.
"Enjoy yourself at the match, dear," she said to her husband. "I'll certainly enjoy being with my young lover, getting everything from him that you're not allowed to provide for me, and giving him everything you no longer get. Maybe I'll even see if I can get on my knees for him right here in the shop if we can manage to sneak into a changing room without being noticed." Sebastian fell into a strangled coughing fit, and Edmund laughed long and hard as he followed the embarrassed Lord Delacour out the door.
The discussion between Harry and Apolline was less risqué after her husband departed, mainly about how the shopping trip was going and how close they were to being finished. Apolline believed that Aella was getting close, but she would merely be the first out of the nine witches. It was clear that Harry was in for a long day.
"You can go ahead and get back to your shopping, accessorizing and gossiping now," he said, encouraging her to rejoin the others. Apolline grinned and nodded as she stepped away.
"I shall," she said. "I am enjoying myself. But an opportunity to taunt Sebastian like that before he left was too ripe to ignore."
"Can't argue with that," Harry agreed. Speaking of ripe, Harry enjoyed the view of Apolline swinging her hips and arse from side to side as she walked away from him and rejoined the others. Accompanying them on this excursion might mean that he was in for a long day, but at least he would occasionally be treated to a view that couldn't be beat.
Astoria came over towards him with a smile on her face not long after Apolline had left, and Harry perked up as she approached him. He wasn't naïve enough to think that her arrival meant they were anywhere near ready for him, but if Astoria was seeking him out, he was sure to get some relief from his boredom if nothing else.
"I'm doing being fit for my dress, and I decided what I wanted," she said, which was honestly more encouraging progress than he'd expected. "But you're still probably two hours away." She shrugged. "It might be longer than that, honestly."
Harry sighed. It wasn't really a surprise, but it was still disappointing to hear just how long he still had to wait. "And you lot refused to let me bring any work along to do while I waited," he grumbled.
"I have something better for you than stupid work," Astoria said eagerly, taking his hand. "I told Lavender that if she needed to find us, I'd have your cock down my throat in a changing room. Well, I actually said I'd do it in the back room at first, but apparently she thinks we'd make a mess and ruin some of her merchandise, so she shot that down."
"She knows you too well," Harry said, allowing her to pull him up to his feet and lead him towards one of the changing rooms. He wasn't surprised that Astoria would go for something like this, and based on what he knew and had been told about Lavender, he doubted she would bat an eye.
Astoria eagerly shed her clothing once they were inside the nearest changing room, and he was reminded that she'd worn only a thong below. This meant that she'd given Lavender quite a show as she did her fitting. Harry wasn't oblivious; he knew that something was happening there. But there was no time for him to think about whatever those conniving witches were scheming right now, because Astoria quickly had his cock out and down her throat rapidly. Her usual frantic eagerness any time she had access to his cock commanded his full attention.
He moaned quite loudly as she milked him with her throat, and his moans got even louder as she ignored the tears welling up in her eyes and slowly slid her tongue against him. She went up and down, getting moans out of him that only she could manage with her mouth. She also did it with a frequency that only she could pull off with any consistency. When it came to sucking cock, Astoria truly had no peer.
She paused to suck and lick his balls for a bit, and then kissed and licked up and down his inner thighs, and all around the base of his cock. It was back to work after that. Sometimes she bobbed fast and hard on his cock like only she could, and at other times she went slow and showed more deliberate skill. No matter which pace she moved at, one thing that didn't change was that she took every last millimeter down every single time. Even when she almost passed out from lack of air, gagged wildly at how hard she slammed his cock down her throat, and her body physically trembled in agony (and also the massive excitement that always accompanied such agony for Astoria), she never failed to take his cock all the way down her throat.
"I'm close," he moaned after fifteen minutes of this treatment. That sent her into overdrive. There was no hesitation from her after that; no pulling off to suck his balls or kiss his inner thighs. Every drop of her head had as much of her manic energy behind it as possible, and she aggressively slammed his cock down her throat without care as to how much her body rebelled against her. With her working so hard, he was sent over the edge very quickly. He came hard down her throat, and there was so much of it that it spilled out all over her face and breasts as well. Her face was already a mess thanks to how much she'd committed to sucking his cock, and his semen only added to the mess.
"Thank you," she said in a raspy voice after she'd pulled his cock out of her mouth. Harry was struggling to gather his breath himself, and she was already back to work before he could even speak. "Want to make you cum a few times," she mumbled around his cock in her mouth. "Please, sir." Harry moaned and grabbed her hair tighter.
"How could I say no to such a good little slut?" he said. She happily resumed sucking his cock, and soon enough she was back to fucking her own throat with it.
--
"Lavender Brown, lost for words," Daphne said with a smirk, looking at the blushing former Gryffindor with great amusement. "I never thought I'd see the day. And you were so brazen right up until you opened the door, too!"
Astoria was getting pounded by Harry. It was nothing wild or extreme like she loved and craved, but it was still a very hard shag, all things considered. By the standards of most normal people who were unfamiliar with how hard Harry could fuck and how depraved Daphne's little sister was, what was happening in the changing room right now would be a wild and savage experience itself.
Harry had her little sister up with her back against the wall, and her knees also touched it as he spread them wide and pushed them back and high. This allowed him to slam that huge cock into the very deepest parts of her, right where Astoria wanted it. She wasn't screaming, or if she was, no sound was escaping her lungs. That was because Harry had one hand on her throat with his arm under her knee. His other hand had her hair dangling down as he roughly yanked on it, as he knew full well that she would get off on the pain of it.
Daphne was pretty sure that knowing Lavender was now watching her getting fucked was getting Stori off most of all this time. Harry hadn't even flinched when the door opened. He'd just glanced over at Lavender, looking completely unsurprised to see her, and then he resumed his thrusts. He was behaving as if shagging Astoria against the wall in one of Lavender's changing rooms while Lavender herself watched was commonplace.
"Merlin, it really is bigger than an entire foot long," Lavender muttered. "I can spot a 12-inch measurement without any tools, and that thing is bigger." It was then that Stori began to cum hard, and Lavender gasped at the sight. "Oh, Merlin…"
Daphne rolled her eyes. "So, we told Lavender everything," she said for Harry's benefit once Astoria stopped making her wild noises and settled into a post-cum bliss. "She was observant enough to work out that we have fun with Hermione and Pansy just because they're so comfortable with our discussions, and they seemed to understand too much of it without needing an explanation. And when I say we told her everything, I'm including Gabi's nature, and what's going on with mum and Apolline too. She gave a vow not to share any of this information with anyone else, of course."
Harry looked over at her, but he didn't look angry. He let Astoria down gently, turned her around and pressed her against the wall. "I figured you'd do all of that the moment you arranged for all of us to be here," he explained. "I knew I was right when you convinced Aella and Apolline to let their husbands wiggle out of this without a word."
She laughed, reminded that she'd fallen in love with a man who was more perceptive than she sometimes gave him credit for. "No complaints if she comes over next weekend, then? She can't make the party tomorrow and also get her weekend work done, and you know how we all hate a first time not being done the right way."
Harry moaned while getting back into fucking Astoria, who was stifling her moans enough that they didn't overwhelm the conversation. "Sounds more like you're giving yourself a reward for earning your mastery," he said to Daphne while fucking her little sister.
"It can be more than one thing at the same time, dear," she said easily as she turned around and prepared to return to the shopping. "Lav, you said you wouldn't get distracted from your work."
"No, I actually didn't say that," Lavender said. "But I'm going to stop watching now before I can't." She sighed. "Damn, this is going to be the longest week ever."
"At least now you won't need to work up some flimsy excuse to get Harry stripped down," Daphne offered. "And I'll make our little one give you a good look, too. Maybe even more than that, once you join us. But until then, at least there's no need for you to try and sneak a peek at her arse."
--
Harry smiled at Gabi as she headed towards him. Without looking like she was even consciously aware that she was doing it, she moved faster once she neared him. Her face was already flushed, but it turned into a full-on blush when she clung to his side. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain why she was looking so embarrassed.
"It's just, everyone is looking at me!" she said, before hurrying to continue. "No one is being inappropriate about it, I promise. It's just difficult for me to handle."
He laughed and grabbed her lovely arse. "I did warn you that this would happen if you wore this tiny little thing today," he reminded her. "I asked you if you were going to be comfortable, and not just letting the other three and also Lavender make you feel like you should wear it because you look great in it."
"I was fine with it," she said, blushing once again. "I still am fine. It's just, well, the others are all wearing something similar, and there are other beautiful women dressed like us too."
"And why would that be a problem?" he asked, not following her train of thought.
"They all have bigger breasts than me," she mumbled, "and they look so amazing in those tiny tops, and I know I can't compete with that. Every time someone looks at me, I feel like they're seeing what I don't have."
"Seems like everyone's getting plenty of looks to me," he said, smacking her arse. "Look at those three, for example." He pointed at Susan Bones, Katie Bell and Oliver Wood, all of whom were staring appreciatively at Lavender and Astoria. Astoria and Lavender were wearing bikinis that left their arses on display and flashed a surprisingly large amount of underboob.
He had been surprised with how comfortable they'd all been wearing such skimpy bikinis at a party amongst their friends, but it wasn't like he was jealous about the girls getting stared at or anything. They'd said that every wizard there was shagging someone that would be at the party, and there would be stares either way.
Harry would admit that Gabi's arse was looking outrageously large in her bikini, so he understood why she was drawing so many stares. On top of that, there was something about the situation that made it so much more difficult not to stare at her. The little veela had far less idea how amazing she looked and was not intentionally sowing off.
This was completely different from her big sister, for example. Fleur was there with Edmund and Aella, who Harry hadn't seen as much of this evening since they were off mingling with some of the other attendees of the party who were in the same age group as them. The pool stretched all the way around the corner, and that sheer size gave them so much room that it was almost like there were two different parties happening at the same time. Fleur was happily showing off her sexy body in her skimpy bikini, reveling in her ability to make the other Lords incredibly envious of Edmund.
The witches were happy to joke around and tease those who they caught staring, which obviously did nothing to dissuade the stares or the playful comments they got back in return. Hermione and Pansy were getting plenty of attention and comments as well as they enjoyed the party together, and they were confident enough to show off. Lavender was just being herself in a bikini that barely contained her curvy yet fit body, but somehow there was still a slight bump in confidence that made her feel slightly more seductive and sexual rather than just teasingly flirty. Harry was pretty sure the increased sexuality was a result of her anticipation for next weekend, which was exciting to him.
He hadn't been sure how this celebration would go as they were planning it. To him, it had seemed odd to leave it to Fleur to arrange this party for Daphne considering she was dating Edmund and Aella, but it was going off well. Lord Davis had teased Edmund about Harry partying with his daughters but had quickly been forced to eat his words when Tracey stepped out moments later in her own bikini, the timing making it seem like it had been by design.
"Eyes, Wood," Daphne joked as she passed Oliver, making Harry roll his eyes.
"That was your fault, Bell," Oliver said to Katie. "You tricked me into turning around just in time to get in trouble with Daphne."
"Yes, it is absolutely my fault that you were watching her arse jiggle in her bikini as she walked by," Katie said. Daphne smiled at Harry, gave Gabi a kiss and smacked her arse before kissing Harry as well.
"Who would have thought you or any of us would have been comfortable with something like this?" Harry asked after the kiss. "Let alone how much you three are enjoying it."
Daphne's smile grew. "Who would have thought there'd be so many wizards and witches happily adopting this particular muggle style?" she said. Daphne pointed over his shoulder. "I'm talking more about the Lord and Ladies around the corner over there."
"They're far less stuffy and conservative than your average Lords and Ladies," Harry said. "Plus, Fleur has a real talent for making unusual things feel normal."
"She certainly does," Daphne agreed. "The only disappointment is that neither Bell nor Bones managed to beat the other by a large enough margin that the loser had to go topless. I thought for sure that we would get some free entertainment out of them!"
"That was definitely a pity," Harry chuckled. "I'll definitely win our bet, though. Susan hasn't left their side since, and Wood was as oblivious as I said he would be. You gave him way too much credit when you bet that he was well aware that Katie is trying to seduce Susan and is just playing along."
"He must have taken one too many bludgers to the head," Daphne quipped. "Everyone could see Bell setting things in motion last week after Lavender caught Susan out, making eyes at both of them before she realized they were a couple."
"Wood was busy at the pitch by that point, dear," Harry said.
Daphne groaned, likely embarrassed she'd missed such an obvious detail. "Of course he was." She'd taken both him and Gabi by the arm and started to lead them off as they talked, and Harry gave her an amused look. She just shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not bloody waiting for hours, dear. They can do without us for thirty minutes, give or take."
"Hey, I didn't need any convincing," he said, making her laugh. They arrived at the door only to have Lavender hurrying over towards them, her breasts bouncing enticingly as she moved. Daphne went to speak, but Lavender was faster.
"I'm not here to tease you," Harry's busty fellow Gryffindor said. "I just, uh, wanted to see if you'd let me watch?"
"Not what I expected," Harry said. "I'm starting to feel like a performer in one of your shows, dear." Daphne rolled her eyes at him.
"I thought you wanted to wait," she said to Lavender.
"I only want to watch today," Lavender said quickly, which caused Daphne to raise an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look; I'm serious! The anticipation and the build-up is so good, and I want to have even more things to think about for the next week."
Harry patted Daphne's arse, taking charge and making the decision on her behalf. "Get going," he said firmly. "There's no need for us to waste any more time out here."
--
Lavender's eyes were almost comically wide as she stared, and Daphne couldn't help but laugh.
Gabi was on all fours, her arse looking as perfect as ever. Nothing could look quite like that large, round arse on that tiny frame, and her back was arched to draw even more attention to it. She wasn't intentionally displaying it; she was just eager to get fucked. Lavender was obviously still realizing just how gigantic Harry's cock was. She'd noted the length and girth in her store, making estimations that were very close to his actual measurements. But with Gabi being almost exactly 5 feet tall, and Harry's cock being just over 1/5th of her height and absurdly thick to boot, it made for a unique perspective.
The body of their little veela princess had not been built for Harry's cock in the slightest, but at the same time she had been built for it. That was only because being dominated and destroyed by that cock was what she not only wanted, but quite literally what the veela needed.
"Merlin," Lavender breathed. "That thing is actually going to be above her navel!"
Harry shoved in roughly, and Gabi gripped and bit down on the bedding. Despite that, her shrieks and squeals of agony and delight were as clear as they could have been while being muffled. Lavender gasped at the forceful penetration.
"Where does it go?" she asked. "How is it possible for that fucking thing to fit inside of her? I'm not even joking!"
"Magic is wonderful, Lav," Daphne said with a laugh. Lavender watched on in awe, and Daphne could see her shock overtaken by intense arousal as she watched Harry give Gabi a fuck that was thorough but only moderately hard by their usual standards--a very tame one by Astoria's standards, in other words.
"When you all said that he made her stomach bulge, I thought you meant it would be, like, sort of a bump," Lavender continued. "But that's no fucking bump. That's a bloody outline of his cock!"
"It's an interesting sight, isn't it?" Daphne asked. Lavender nodded, not taking her eyes off of the incredible sight in front of her. Gabi came hard, and her little body shook around as she did so. Harry sped up after she was done, and Daphne leaned back to enjoy the show she was well accustomed to watching by now.
There was something thrilling to her about watching other witches growing jealous of what she had and enjoyed every single day and letting them get a taste of it for themselves. That taste was all it would take for them to get addicted, too.
Harry fucked her, fucked all of them, more than they could ever have imagined. He could give them more than their bodies could even withstand and still have plenty more left over, so sharing him with others was fun. There was nothing quite like corrupting numerous witches with Harry's cock, and adding another as attractive as Lavender Brown to the list was going to be wonderful.
In addition, they were all so comfortable in how they felt about each other that there was no stress or insecurity in enjoying other witches themselves. Daphne would be lying if she pretended she hadn't agreed just as quickly as Narcissa when Astoria first mentioned how attractive she found Lavender both physically and in terms of her personality. It hadn't been hard for them to seduce Lavender from there. In fact, they really hadn't needed to do anything of note. She was more than ready to get fucked and to play with them. But that was what Daphne had expected all along. She hadn't missed the looks Lavender had given and the hints she'd dropped well before Astoria's comment got the ball rolling.
"Take off your top, Lav," Daphne said, making the other witch look over at her. "We're letting you see so much that I think it's only fair for us to get a view of our own." Lavender obeyed, untying her bikini top and baring her big breasts for Daphne to admire.
"Good girl," Daphne said in praise. Lavender blushed but didn't try to cover her breasts. "Narcissa and I are in charge, and only submit to Harry. I expect you'll be a good girl for us too, won't you?" Lavender's blush grew hotter, but she nodded. "Wonderful. Now enjoy the entertainment. We're all rather protective over this little princess, so getting to watch her like this so early on is a privilege I expect you to thank us for properly next weekend."
--
Daphne quickly slid out of Harry's lap after riding him to her second orgasm. As much as she would enjoy having some more, she would have no problem waiting for later. After all, they'd been in here for just over half an hour, speaking again to how wonderful he was at this. He'd made her cum twice in that half an hour, and that was after he got Gabi off thrice.
Now, though, they needed to finish up. She had a great idea on how they could finish this fun experience for all of them, and more importantly, how she could nudge Lavender into the mindset she wanted her to be in towards her. What could be better for that than forcing Lavender to swallow a load of Harry's cum before she'd even done a single thing with him herself?
Additionally, the witch was already in an obviously submissive state after Harry gruffly stopped her from trying to rub herself, saying that if she wanted to play, masturbating was officially forbidden forever. If she tried to do it anyway, he would know, and that would be a mistake. He would punish her by spanking her arse red and not allowing her to cum at all for quite some time. She'd already heard about the denial charm, and she'd whined and complained briefly when Harry first threatened her with it. He'd shut those complaints down quickly, showing off his strength and getting her full acceptance.
Daphne had been very aroused by his display of power, as she always was and always would be. She gobbled his cock up now, working to finish him off.
"Fuck, that thing should be tearing your throat!" Lavender exclaimed. "The bulge is down by your collarbone!" Daphne loved that disbelieving comment almost as much as she enjoyed the power she had to give her well-hung man a wild and sloppy blowjob. She finished him off before long, and happily drank down what she knew she would need to. Plenty of it spilled out of her mouth, but she ended up with a mouth that was packed so full of cum that her cheeks bulged with it.
Once she had what she needed, she straddled Lavender and roughly grabbed her chin. The Gryffindor let out a surprised gasp, which Daphne exploited by snogging her deeply, forcing the cum into the busty witch's mouth. Lavender didn't protest or try to squirm away, but Daphne could feel the humiliation and also the understanding in how Lavender reacted. Her body went sort of limp as she accepted it, understanding fully that Daphne was exerting her control. She hadn't missed that Daphne had just forced her to swallow what would have been a full load of cum from any other wizard, and it had happened before she got to have any fun with him beyond the voyeuristic kind.
By the time Daphne pulled away, Harry was fully dressed and composed as he watched her in great amusement. Gabi stood beside him, also fully dressed. She was blushing, but she looked very excited by what she'd just seen.
"Now is when you say thank you, Lav," Daphne said, patting her cheek.
"Thank you for letting me watch, Daphne," Lavender said, blushing harder than Daphne had ever seen from her. "Thank you for putting on such an amazing show, Harry. Thank you for allowing me to see you having fun, Gabi."
"She knows her place already," Harry said, chuckling. "I need to hurry off, but if you behave for this next week, I'll take care of you properly, Lavender. I heard that you had doubts I could be all that talented with my tongue, and I'd hate to let you think so poorly of my skills."
"I don't doubt it now!" she blurted out.
"Oh, I see," Harry said, nodding. "So you don't need me to demonstrate on you, then. Fair enough."
"No!" Lavender said, shaking her head desperately. "I mean yes! I mean, yes, I want you to--fuck, please show me how good you are with your tongue!"
"Then behave," Harry said. "I expect you to be nice and desperate if you want me to let you enjoy yourself. Oh, and if Daphne or Cissa have any demands, you'll listen to them." He looked over at Daphne suddenly and narrowed his eyes. "Reasonable demands, that is. I don't expect you to take advantage, and I wouldn't bother warning you if you didn't love buying clothes that you only wear once so much, but that alone makes me think your self-restraint cannot always be trusted."
"I'll behave myself, sir," a giggling Daphne said. She grinned at Lavender. "And I'll keep my demands bottled up until after she gets a proper fucking from you. After that, though?" She gave Lavender a rough kiss. "After that, I'll have yet another witch I'll enjoy putting to use, because she'll do anything to keep getting that beautiful cock we're about to generously share with her."
"I'm fucked, aren't I?" Lavender mumbled as Harry led Gabi out of the room.
"Not yet," Daphne said playfully. "Figuratively speaking, though, I can't disagree with you. But you'll enjoy it, and if you behave, I promise I'll be very fun when I enjoy using my control over you."
--
Aella walked with purpose into Harry's home office, which was a significant upgrade over his previous one. His last one had been fine, but this office was equal to her husband's. It was worthy of him hosting people at for important meetings, even if he was likely to continue using his office in the Ministry for most official business. Him meeting with people in the office of the Head Auror carried a special sort of intimidation with it, even for those who were meeting him for discussions unrelated to auror business.
The bigger reason why he would continue holding most meetings there was that if he invited guests from outside their circle here, he would have to worry about who was walking around naked or who was enjoying themselves in full view without any charms up. That wasn't how they liked living their lives. He clearly wanted to separate his work and his home life, and they all agreed with that.
The expected relief had been obvious over the last few days, and it wasn't just the relief itself that was noticeable. They all felt it, but she'd certainly noticed how quickly a certain set of auror files had shown back up at the Ministry again. They were files he had weakly promised were not at home, though not one had believed him, and with good reason.
Amusingly, her husband had undergone a bit of his own spring cleaning at his office which resulted in a particular set of files being the only thing that got removed. Things had been moved around, but from what she'd seen, they'd simply filled in the pace that particular set of files had taken up for the last few months.
She never mentioned it, or even teased him about his spring cleaning happening not at the beginning of spring, but instead at the very end of it, bordering on the official start of summer, and with the weather making it already feel very much like summer. She certainly didn't say a word about him always keeping his office meticulously organized, and that this was the first time he'd ever needed to do any sort of spring cleaning or reorganizing.
All of it was understandable. Maybe not everything was all wrapped up, but it was concluded enough that even they felt like it was safe to act as if it was over. Her daughters and Narcissa reacted so casually to the news, outside of happily accepting the opportunity to arrange a holiday to celebrate Daphne's mastery finally being official. It was how she expected it to go, even if it was a bit surprising to some. Of course, they were a bit more carefree than most.
She and Edmund had reacted differently than her daughters. There hadn't been any tears shed, but the sheer relief had been powerful. It had always been the inevitable result as far as she was concerned, but it still was like a weight had been lifted off of her now that it was over. For Edmund, though, it was more than that. He'd carried the same guilt she had, and plenty more besides, for failing to save Astoria from all of that in the first place. He'd worked tirelessly himself for years before realizing that all of his efforts were only doing more harm than good, and that it wasn't possible for them to remove Astoria from Draco's clutches.
Then he'd faced the guilt over 'not having done anything' when it was ultimately Harry who pulled Astoria out of the pit she'd fallen into, though Astoria herself had dealt with that one day, rightly informing her father that he was being an idiot for the first time in her memory, along with a few other choice words. Aella had expected her daughter to notice and to call him out on it, so she'd left it up to Astoria to sort it out, as she'd ably done. It would only truly have worked coming from her.
But he'd worked tirelessly yet again after that, this time operating in the background to gather information and assist Harry. She knew little about the specifics of how that had worked, but she had more of a grasp on his involvement than even her daughters did. Before Harry had felt comfortable enough in the progress of the case to leave the rest in the hands of the other aurors and take a step back from it, at least officially, it had been Edmund who he trusted to work with him and support him. And now, at last, their work had brought it all to an end.
Edmund had felt immense relief, and gave himself some long overdue forgiveness. His response in letting go of his burden had left as much of an impact on Aella as her own emotional response to the arrest. With everything over, it had led to a few days of the Lord and Lady Greengrass expressing their relief and their love intimately. Fleur had been there with them, of course, and it had been a lovely time as they truly saw how they intended their future as a trio to go.
Fleur had been a bit emotional herself when they'd dragged her up to join them the first moment they'd been alone after the announcement had been made to them all. She'd been lingering at a distance, thinking it might be best that she leave them to themselves at that important moment, but neither she or Edmund would hear of it. They wanted her with them, and being included in that moment solidified her place in her own mind in ways words never could have.
None of that was why she was walking into Harry's office now, though. Her time together with Harry had been brief by their standards since Draco's capture. He'd stepped back, naturally understanding what both she and Edmund needed. But now she needed to make it clear that she was ready for things to go back to normal. Well, it wouldn't be back to their idea of normal just yet. First she needed to thank him for what he'd done, and she expected that it was going to take some convincing before he would accept her thanks.
--
"Don't know why you witches spend so much time on this stuff when I just take it off of you so quickly," Harry murmured into her neck as he sucked and kissed at it.
Aella was putty in his lap and in his hands. She moaned loudly and leaned into his touch as if he was doing more to stimulate her than he really was. She wasn't even trying to play anything up or embellish how good she felt. That had never been something she did with Edmund, and it would have been absurd to try and exaggerate the reactions Harry brought out of her naturally.
One of his hands played with her garter belt while the other tweaked a pierced nipple. He wasn't wrong about having removed it quickly, as her bra had been gone before she even made it into his lap, let alone before she'd told him she was here to thank him.
Coming in, she thought there was an even chance he would argue, but she was pleased that he hadn't made her waste any time by insisting he needed no thanks. There had been no time wasted in arguing, but he hadn't used that time to remove the rest of her lingerie or shag her either. There had been over a half an hour of snogging, groping and grinding now. She murmured her love and appreciation for him, and he reciprocated as much as she would allow. A bit of it was okay, but this was about her thanking him, and soon it would be about her worshipping him. This was nice, but it certainly wasn't rushing.
"Don't try to pretend you don't enjoy having something to unwrap," she said, laughing through her moans. He laughed back.
"Some would say that unwrapping a present every single day would get boring," he said. A hand went to her throat and gently squeezed so he could tilt her head and suck the most sensitive spot. She moaned, her arms clung to him as tight as they could and her toes curled. "They'd be wrong. Some gifts are too perfect to ever take for granted or get tired of. Some gifts are every bit as special every time you unwrap them."
Suddenly she was being carried and snogged, and she went with it. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she kissed him back desperately, so caught up in the moment that she didn't even realize he'd taken her flimsy knickers off until his cock was pushing inside of her.
It was so glorious and she needed it so badly that she couldn't bring herself to care that he'd ruined all of her plans of worshipping him from head to toe before she begged him to do this to her. This was better. She would worship him afterwards, and perhaps be assisted by his girlfriends in doing so if he wore her out and she needed a moment to catch herself. But she intended on passing out from exhaustion long before she considered pausing of her own volition.
She came incredibly quickly, a testament not only to all of the foreplay but also how badly she'd needed this. The largest contributor by far was that gigantic cock, of course. She'd never be able to get enough of it.
The sex they had here and now was sex; it was lovemaking, not fucking. They'd been past merely being lovers already, but it had never been as clear as it was in this moment. Her husband was the love of her life, and he always would be, but Harry held more of her heart than she'd ever thought another man could. It felt as if the ratio now was somewhere around 51% to Edmund and 49% to Harry, and she expected that ratio to remain in place from now on.
He pinned her hands above her, interlacing his fingers through hers, and she came again. "Cum inside of me!" she begged. To her surprise, he grunted like he was struggling not to do just that. This was unusual for him. Two orgasms for any witch would be well above most, and they'd never have ones as good as she always did. But Harry almost never seemed to struggle to control himself this soon into their lovemaking. This was exciting for her, and of course it meant that she had to have it.
"Please!" she all but screamed. "Please come for me! I need it so bad! I need to know that I make you feel even a tiny bit close to the way you make me feel all of the time, in and out of the bedroom! Please give it to me, my love!" With that, he finally howled, slammed his cock forward and exploded inside of her. She came again just as explosively, screaming loudly as she did so.
"Thank Merlin you didn't show off your stamina and ruin the moment," she said once she was finished panting. He looked into her eyes with a smile.
"If you think I wasn't hanging on for dear life," he began, only to shake his head when she rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. If you weren't so busy cumming your brains out the entire time, you'd have seen that I was just barely managing it right from the first stroke."
"Good," she said, giggling happily. "Now, your girlfriends' conveniently timed show will be over in 45 minutes, which means it'll likely be about 47 minutes at most before they join us. I'd like to have at least a few orgasms on top and on all fours before then, so…"
Harry flipped them over. "Get started, then," he teased.
She arched her back and cupped her breasts as she began to rock. "I don't want you to hold back," she said through a moan. "I know staying hard and eager isn't a problem for you, so don't control yourself too tightly, please!"
"Me being too in control definitely isn't going to be a problem right now, Aella," he said through grit teeth. The way he said it, as well as the physical confirmation of him holding onto her hips a bight more tightly than usual, sent her off on another faster than usual orgasm. As always seemed to happen when she came to him planning to show him how much she appreciated him, it felt like she'd ended up being the one who was made to feel special.
But at least this time she could enjoy the fact that her efforts had left an undeniable impact, even if it didn't do anything to alter the ratio of how many orgasms she had compared to him. She had to start somewhere, didn't she?