Aella was having plenty of fun teasing her husband and their girlfriend about their inability to stop staring at Lavender's body. Harry chuckled at her having her fun, but he couldn't blame either Edmund or Fleur for staring. There wasn't a soul around them that didn't have their eyes all over Lavender, and that included Aella. It was blatantly obvious that Lavender was well aware of all the eyes on her, and equally obvious that she savored the attention. This was no surprise, because Lavender had always liked attention being on her, going back to their days in Hogwarts together.
Harry wasn't surprised that she had gotten comfortable with her new situation so quickly. It was entirely in character for Lavender to already be comfortable enough to walk around topless with only the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she heard all of the appreciative comments the other witches heaped upon her. She made sure to tease them all throughout, too. Every little walk, bend or stretch she did was purposefully made as seductive and suggestive as possible. Lavender was sexy, she knew she was sexy, and she was comfortable showing off.
If Harry was surprised about anything, it was only how happy she was to tease and draw attention from any and all of them. Then again, this was also to be expected from her in a way. He was just surprised that she'd gotten there quickly enough that she was already pushing the boundaries and teasing even Edmund. But when he considered everything that Hermione and Pansy got up to with him, it became easier to see how she'd gotten comfortable so easily. If Hermione was that comfortable around him, it stood to reason that Lavender would accept he was safe to be playful with after spending so many years sharing a dorm room with Hermione.
It probably didn't hurt that Edmund was a gentleman and a smooth talker as well. Harry had no problem admitting that the Greengrass patriarch was far better at that sort of thing than he was. He didn't really need that set of skills anyway, because his lovers mostly took care of anything he might need that required that that kind of smooth talking. Edmund didn't really have need of it either, but his years of experience in politics had given him the ability to engage in that kind of speech as a side benefit. The rest was composure and knowing the right thing to say when something unexpected popped up.
Even when Lavender bent over right in front of Edmund with an arm thrown over her large chest to 'protect her modesty' and asked him if he would be uncomfortable if she went topless to avoid tan lines, he'd been respectful and polite in his response while still maintaining the fun that she was after. It was a delicate line to walk, but he'd balanced it perfectly.
"She almost revels in this, doesn't she?" Narcissa said with a laugh. "Just look at her, bending over like that. For someone who hadn't gotten up to any sexual fun for so long before she joined us just a few days ago, she is certainly talented at capturing all the attention she wants."
"Well, she's always enjoyed being the center of attention, so it makes sense to me," Harry said, before chuckling. "She's still not as bad as Fleur though."
"Certainly not," Narcissa agreed. "Who could be? Fleur had her top off the first time before I'd even been out here in the shared area for my first time. And she made it clear to anyone who would listen that it was only going back on if her father was around."
"Being topless constantly might be new for Fleur, but making sure everyone's looking at her definitely isn't," Harry said. "Neither is the way she prodded Lavender into joining her. She just found that there was a witch around who was more than happy to join in, with little to no convincing required." Narcissa laughed.
"It's adorable to see her being so free, and able to pretend that she's just some spoiled princess fresh out of a controlling marriage," she said, before shrugging. "It wasn't nearly as bad as mine or Astoria's, of course. But for a man who isn't a monster, Bill Weasley still managed to be an extraordinarily shite husband." Harry smiled and kissed her.
"I don't mind Bill being an idiot, personally," he said. "It opened the door to some great things for all of us. By the way, I don't know why so many people whisper about the new Lady Black being so terrifying. All I see is a big softie." She grinned against his lips.
"Context is key, love, as you should know very well," she said. "After all, how many people carry the belief that Harry Potter is a perfect saint of a man? The man I know is very far from a saint when he's fucking us silly, and thank Merlin for that! Being shagged by such a do-gooder sounds bloody awful. Personally, I think bad, boring sex would be worse than the actual denial charm if you ever wanted to punish any of us."
"I'll keep that in mind," he said, just before he picked her up. "This is going to be anything but boring, though." He carried her off, with no one even batting an eye or doing more than glancing their way as they left. It turned out that a topless witch with large breasts and a big round arse jiggling around in only a tiny thong and heels as she did her best to make them all drool over her was far too distracting for anyone to care very much about Harry carrying Narcissa off for a midday shag. And it wasn't like it was unusual for someone in their group to leave for this reason on the most mundane day in their regular lives, to say nothing of what they were getting up to during their vacation.
Harry tossed her onto the bed, and Narcissa let out an excited moan and tugged at his hair as he kissed her inner thighs. He made sure to tease her, too. He took his sweet time, kissing, sucking and nipping from her ankle up one leg and avoiding doing what she wanted by doing the same to her abdomen just above and then making his way down the other leg.
The process repeated, driving her wild while staring up at her intently and lovingly, letting her see how much he enjoyed being able to have this impact on her. He loved being able to hit every spot exactly on cue and keep things moving at the perfect pace, neither spending too much or too little time on any part of her. Despite her desperately wanting him to move beyond the foreplay, he still managed to give her everything she wanted from him.
Eventually he did give her what she wanted, choosing what he decided was the perfect moment to flatten his tongue and deliver broad strokes across her clit. His hands massaged her thighs as he held them open, and he listened to the pleasing sound of Narcissa howling his name. He had his tongue flatten, roll or lick, depending on what he felt like she wanted and needed at any given time. Harry had teased her until he gauged that it was the perfect time to move in for the kill, and now that he was there, he pushed her up to and over the edge very quickly.
He delivered the finishing blow by hissing into her pussy, knowing that the vibrations of his tongue were going to give her pleasure so intense she would barely be able to withstand it. There was a reason he hadn't been able to do this until now, because too much of it would have gone beyond pleasure for her. As it was, though, he gave her exactly enough to have her screaming wildly and yanking at his hair incredibly hard.
She eventually came around after her orgasm was over, shuddering when she saw him still staring up at her from between her legs.
"So beautiful," he murmured. She'd had enough time to recover. It was time to start over.
"Harry!" she groaned, arching her back as he started licking her again.
--
"Enjoying yourself?" Harry asked. Lavender giggled at him and nodded her head.
"Of course I am!" she said. "You know me! It's so freeing to be able to enjoy myself without having to worry about being judged by some stuffy old limp-dicked bastards or sexless bitches." He snorted at her chosen phrasing. "Besides, how could I not enjoy it? I'm sure you know that every witch here is sexy enough to be a model or something if they chose to be. I'm dead fucking serious when I say that every wizard here is prime masturbation material too—or at least they would be for any witch except for those of us who are lucky enough to be here, and don't need to bother with fantasizing."
"We're that in demand, huh?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Of course!" Lavender said. "You should have heard some of the girls in the castle giggling when Lord Delacour showed up to support Fleur for the tasks of the Triwizard Tournament. They would keep talking about him for weeks afterwards! And Lord Greengrass? Witches dreamed about being anything from his assistant to finding some way to replace his wife and become the new Lady Greengrass."
"Every time I hear the truth about the way you girls talk behind closed doors, I realize that everyone being convinced that us wizards are sex-crazed and vulgar is an all-time great deception," he said, rolling his eyes. Lavender snickered.
"As I was saying, obviously I love all the attention I'm getting, even if it could and even should be directed at so many others besides just me," she said. "I mean, bloody hell, have you seen the witches here with us?!"
"Every one of you is sexy enough to make a man's mouth water," Harry agreed. "But to be fair, none of the others are making as much of an effort to get that attention as you are, Fleur included." Lavender giggled and shrugged her shoulders, not denying it.
"Are you complaining?" she asked lightly.
"No, not at all," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm just doing my best to check with you without being too blunt about it. Now I'm more than happy to see that you're more than just comfortable with what you're doing. You like doing it." Harry heard a snort, and turned his head to see Daphne approaching, just a little bit ahead of several others.
"I told you that he can't help himself," Daphne said. "Come along, Lavender. I have something I want you to help me out with." She gave a quick smack on Lavender's big bare arse, and Lavenders squealed in surprise. For his part, Harry's eyes were drawn to the way her bum jiggled from the spank, he was sure he wasn't alone. Lavender blushed as she followed along with Daphne, fully aware that everyone there knew what she was being led off to do. Harry decided to give her some of the attention he knew she loved.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching that arse jiggle," he said. "I'm so glad she's all ours now." That got laughter, and several comments of agreement. More importantly, it also gave Lavender the burst of confidence he'd been aiming for. Even though she was blushing as she walked off submissively with Daphne in front of so many people, including Daphne's own parents, she swung her hips to make her arse shake, that little thong she was wearing doing nothing to prevent it.
She really did like the attention. According to her, the fantasies of the vast majority of the magical population included at least one person in their group, and many people would fantasize about more than one of them. Some who found both wizards and witches arousing might even fantasize about everyone in the group, and with good reason. But every last person in that group was staring at her, even though everyone was in various states of undress that would get anyone's fantasies kicking. There were even two veela wearing even less than she was, which wasn't easy to do since she was only wearing a thong and heels.
But with the confident swing of her hips that made that big bum jiggle, all eyes were on Lavender Brown, just as she preferred.
--
"That's it!" Daphne cried out and yanked on Lavender's hair. "Keep doing what you need to do to make sure I let you enjoy my boyfriend's cock! And you better always be this good and this energetic, too! If you don't, you'll earn his cock in ways that won't be nearly as fun for you."
That was all she managed to say before the noises that came from her throat were just howls. She hooked one of her legs behind Lavender's head, ensuring that if this obscenely curvy witch did try to yank her own hair out to get away for some crazy reason, she would still be locked firmly in place.
Nothing close to that was happening, of course. It was just the opposite. Lavender was on her knees, and she had her hands submissively clasped behind her back just as Daphne had demanded. She was eagerly using her mouth to work Daphne up to a second orgasm, which Daphne helped her out with by firmly grinding herself into Lavender's mouth. She yanked even harder on her hair and clamped her leg tight as she stiffened and howled in ecstasy. It was her second orgasm, and just as satisfying as the first. She finally finished, but she didn't let Lavender get a word in. She grabbed her hair with both hands and gently rocked her hips to let her know she wasn't done yet.
Lavender's cheeks blushed, but she obeyed. Daphne moaned, not just from the physical pleasure of it but also the mental excitement that came with dominating another witch in a very different way than what she was used to. This was more than just exerting her will onto Lavender and getting the response that she wanted out of her. Lavender might be happy to be submissive, and Daphne did intend to train her to be properly submissive. But the reality was that Lavender would be an equal by default to all of them except for Harry, and Gabi because of her very nature. Perhaps Stori as well, since Daphne's sister may very well have chosen to be submissive towards her on her own since that was usually her preferred role in sex. That wasn't a guarantee that Astoria would be submissive at all times, though. She did have her moments where she had fun stepping into dominance for a bit with certain witches, and she had yet to display any submissive tendencies towards Lavender even before Lavender had become fully submissive. Crucially for this dynamic, Daphne hadn't needed to get Harry to fuck Lavender into submission on her behalf. She'd gotten Lavender to submit before Harry had done so.
It was as if Harry had been reading her mind, because he walked in quietly at that very moment. He gave Lavender's wonderful bum a hard slap, and Daphne laughed at the surprised squeal that got out of her. Her butt jiggled enticingly, and Daphne watched. It was softer than Gabi's bum, and bigger overall, though its size was more typical in comparison given Lavender's overall proportions. Her proportions themselves were anything but typical, though. Having such a small waist and such a fit body that was still this curvy was very rare.
Harry gripped that marvelous arse with both hands and firmly pressed his cock all the way into her. Daphne had to pull on Lavender's hair to keep her in place thanks to her body squirming from the pain of that big cock tearing her in half.
"You better keep working," Daphne warned. "If you don't, you won't get to cum. And that charm is not something you want put on you for no reason, I can promise you that."
"Well, that depends on how long you make her suffer through it," Harry laughed. "She might actually enjoy it if it was only on for a few denied orgasms before you removed it and let her cum."
"Oh, it won't be that," Daphne assured him. "I think that making her try to sleep through two nights under the full effects of the charm would be my choice." Harry fucked Lavender harder and spanked her arse a few times. He was clearly enjoying the way those spanks made her fat ass shake so much. Daphne enjoyed it too, of course.
"With how that thing jiggles around, you're going to get spanked so often from now on that it's not even funny," Daphne said. "Hopefully you like it." Lavender moaned and kept trying to lick Daphne's pussy, remembering what she was supposed to be doing and what was at stake if she didn't do it.
"I doubt that's a problem, at the very least, since she's about to cum already," Harry said, grinning. Daphne looked down at Lavender, catching her gaze.
"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to," she warned her. "If you do, you're getting the charm. I'll give you permission when I think you've put in enough effort, if you can do a good job with this tongue while figuring out how to keep yourself from cumming. I'm sure that's not something you've ever had to learn how to do before, is it, slut?" Lavender just moaned desperately, but that moan wordlessly conveyed both her understanding, and her pleading. Daphne used her mouth more roughly, and suddenly Harry had a hand in Lavender's hair to tug.
"More effort, slut," he growled. "Unless you want me to stop fucking you so slowly and make you cum so you get punished." Lavender's eyes went wide with panic and realization that Harry really would and could do that if he felt like it. Daphne smirked, pleased and excited to see Harry making sure that Lavender saw her in this position of complete dominance. She was so excited by all of this, which was fortunate for Lavender since it meant she came very soon thereafter. Harry held Lavender in place with a harsh grip on her hair, which felt even harsher considering how recently Lavender had joined their fun.
She seemed to be only deeper under their spell as a result of it, though, if Daphne was reading her correctly. She gave Lavender a pat on the head to taunt her and rub her dominance in her face.
"Good girl," she said. "Go ahead and cum now, and then my boyfriend is going to do whatever he pleases to you. He seems like he's in the mood we all love most."
Harry spanked Lavender hard, and she responded by screaming between Daphne's legs as her body jerked through what was obviously a wonderful orgasm. Daphne laughed and watched Harry bend Lavender backwards and push himself forward. It got her arse high up in the air, and his hand held her head down between Daphne's legs at the same time, not allowing her to shift and mitigate the demanding posture he'd pushed her up into. It was difficult for Lavender, but also incredibly enjoyable. Daphne could say that based on a great deal of personal experience of having her body bent just like this, so the intense moaning was what she expected to hear all along.
She didn't even react to those expected moans. She was too busy watching Lavender's bum again, along with admiring her strong boyfriend as he fucked the hell out of the newest witch in their group. The position was difficult physically for Daphne, but for Harry, it let him get very good leverage. Daphne could see that he was being very careful not to push her body too hard, even though he was fucking the life out of her. She would learn to adapt, but it didn't matter that this was pretty mild compared to what he might do if it was any of their more familiar lovers he was fucking. The reaction from Lavender was what Daphne found so exciting, as well as that bum jiggling as much as it had to with Harry's hips repeatedly smacking against it.
He didn't stop or even slow the pace at all, either during or after Lavender's orgasm. Daphne knew that he was aware of the state that Lavender was in, but she was getting no break yet. However, Daphne got a lovely view of Lavender's eyes growing heavy and drooping, along with feeling the very shallow and infrequent breathing between her legs. This was definitely a witch who had a period of extremely heightened sensitivity right after her orgasm, so she was feeling all of this with exponentially more intensity compared to what these thrusts would have felt like to her just before she started to cum. Harry surely knew that too, but he didn't care. In fact, it seemed like he'd adjusted to amplify it even more. He moved his arm from underneath her waist, adjusting it so his hand was between Lavender's leg to give her yet more stimulation right when she was most susceptible to it.
Listening to the high pitched squeals and shrieks of pleasure that came out, at least when Lavender actually had the air to get any sounds out, it would seem that he was actively making sure that the newest witch to join the fun was being pushed as deeply as possible into every post-climactic sensation that he could force on her. Lavender was seeing now what Harry could do to her, as if she hadn't already been addicted to it.
Daphne lifted her head with both hands in Lavender's hair, and Harry eased up his downwards pressure to allow her to do so. She laughed at the pleading look on Lavender's face. She had a feeling that Lavender didn't even know what it was that she would plead for, if she had the air to plead for anything. Lavender also seemed like she was fighting hard just to stay conscious, which was amusing to see. She wasn't having her air deprived in any way; there were no charms restricting her breathing or hands, ropes or anything squeezing at her throat. There was no choking or smothering. It was nothing but a hard, relentless, steady shag that was robbing Lavender of her ability to breathe and threatening her with unconsciousness.
"I expect that you'll be a good girl and make sure that he cums before you pass out," Daphne said. "That is the bare minimum of expectation when he isn't even trying to make you pass out. Anything less than that will always get you the denial charm, and rightfully so. I will be happy to lie on you and take care of it myself, but you can't expect him to fuck an unconscious witch. You also can't expect to avoid being punished just because someone else is there to take care of something you are responsible for." Lavender's tongue was sort of hanging out of her mouth now, and Daphne grabbed it.
"Fucked into a mindless mess," she mused. "And from nothing more than a mild shag. Merlin, you've been badly neglected for all this time! Merely not lasting and not stopping when you cum is too much for you! You're going to be so much fun to play with." Harry laughed and continued to thrust.
"Fuck, you're so unbelievable right now, love," he said, voice husky. Daphne grinned widely, loving what he'd said and how he'd said it as much as anything else that was happening right now, which was saying something.
"It's so fucking fun to dominate right by your side like this," she said. He laughed, held her hand that was in Lavender's hair, and gave Lavender's bum another smack with his other hand. Then he grabbed her hair, shoved her face into the mattress and sped up the pace of his thrusts.
"Take it," he said. His voice was as rough and as deep as his thrusts. "Cum! We'll count it if you pass out before I finish filling you up, so enjoy the very beginning of your new life of being fucked properly. From now on, you get fucked however and whenever we want to fuck you. And you're going to love every single second of it."
Lavender's body shot into another climax, and Harry grabbed her hips with both hands. Daphne kept Lavender's face pinned down in the bed as he fucked her with what would be considered a very hard pace even by the lofty standards Daphne and the rest were used to. It was only for a few strokes, but for those few strokes, Lavender got to feel everything. At the end of those full-force thrusts, he howled and exploded inside of Lavender.
Daphne pulled Lavender's face up again so she could smirk at her. She could tell that Harry's orgasm was nearly done, and she took the chance to get in some taunting.
"Look at you," she said. "See you in a bit, Lavender. Don't take too long to return to the world. I plan to see you get shagged again today, and it'll be far more thorough than the little warm-up you just received. Based on what I'm seeing, you'll need all the time you can get. Otherwise, you'll find that orgasm denial charm is probably going to make you want to die. You're so sensitive, and I just know with how it feels that it'll be even worse for you than anyone else." Lavender's eyes went wide for a brief moment.
"I'm not helping you," Daphne said as she shook her head. "See you soon." With that said, she let Lavender's head drop and her face fall back into the bed. She clearly passed out mere seconds after her face had dropped back into the bed, and Daphne nodded with some satisfaction. Then she gave her man a wild, rough kiss while he manhandled her into the position he wanted her in and slammed his cock inside of her cunt in a forceful shove.
--
Gabi whined as something woke her up. She cuddled into Harry's warmth, trying to get right back to sleep. There was no way she was going to manage it, though. It wasn't like she'd just so happened to wake up on her own and would be able to drift right back off into sleep. She had been forcibly woken up, and by Harry at that. He gave a quiet chuckle as he carried her out of the bed.
"Get dressed," he said, ignoring her second whine. "Your clothes have already been laid out for you, so you have no excuse. Once you're dressed, come outside. Don't drag your feet or waste time, because I let you sleep as long as I could. Since you were so sleepy, we have no time to spare."
Gabrielle pulled on the sneakers, sports bra and short spandex shorts in the muggle style before heading outside. She rubbed her eyes, confused as to what was happening and why she had this on. She hadn't even packed this outfit, and had no clue why it had been laid out for her. After she rubbed some of the sleep out of her eyes and made it outside, she saw that Harry was now wearing workout clothes of his own. He gave her a pat on the arse as he wrapped an arm around her, and as soon as he had a proper hold on her body, they vanished.
Being side-along apparated by him was always so smooth that it felt as if it hadn't even happened, which only increased her shock when they arrived at their destination and she looked around her at the massive stadium they'd arrived at. By the time she'd managed to stop staring and look at Harry, she saw that he was now holding her broom out towards her.
"You didn't think we would waste a whole week with you only having one race before the finals, did you?" he asked her, shaking his head. "Three days off was enough. Time to get back in the air." That sounded brilliant to Gabi. She gave him a wide grin and a big hug. Going on vacation with him and everyone else was great, but she'd missed not flying at all in the last three days. She had also been a bit worried about possibly not getting any practice in all week before her finals. As usual, Harry had not only seen and solved her dilemma, but gone above and beyond.
"This is the Spanish national quidditch stadium, isn't it?" she asked. Harry chuckled and nodded his head.
"It sure is," he said. "It's set up for racing, and we're clear to use it every morning from now until our vacation ends. Now hurry up and get your sexy arse in the air. I'm ready to remind you who the fastest flier in our group is."
"I don't need a reminder about that," she said, before giggling. "I already know that it's me."
"Soon, maybe," Harry said with a laugh. "But not yet." Gabrielle huffed, determined now to win more than one of their practice races today. Usually she could only grab one win on any given day, but today she was going to prove to him that the gap between them was not as large as he seemed to think it was.
--
Lavender yawned and stretched her arms above her head as she headed outside, where she noticed a perfect arse sticking up in the air. She didn't need to get close enough to see the face of the woman in the chair to know who she was. A butt like that could only belong to Gabrielle Delacour.
She giggled as she got close enough to see that Gabrielle was napping on Harry's chest. He was dozing too, with his arm wrapped around the little veela and his hand resting on her arse. She was only wearing a tiny thong, and Lavender could see her top hanging out from under her body, which meant that she would expose her breasts if she woke up and moved to get out of the chair.
Lavender had just woken up, with everyone else barely managing to drag themselves out of bed in response to the brilliant morning sunshine. Apolline soon came up to stand beside Lavender, and she smiled fondly at seeing her daughter napping with the man she loved.
"It was always obvious how he felt about all of his girls," Lavender commented. "But it took getting involved and being around them at home to see that he's even more wrapped around their fingers than they are around his." Apolline smiled at her.
"He is," the veela agreed. "We are incredibly lucky that everything worked out just as it did, all leading to my Gabi joining them. You likely aren't aware of just how bad things would have gone for her if she hadn't wound up with him. My own previous coven still hunts her even now, and without him there for her, her life would be very different. They wouldn't have accepted her having any free will of her own. She would have served them, and we would have lost everything that makes her her. All of her personality would have been stripped away from her, and she'd have been just a mindless tool that did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted." She frowned and looked down.
"And I'm afraid that such a fate with the coven would have been the best outcome without Harry," Apolline continued. "She didn't want to accept it, and she spent many months resisting it. That allowed her submissive nature to become a much larger part of her basic personality, or at least it would have been without Harry and the others there to help her. They seem to have found a way to suppress as much of the accelerated onset of submissiveness as possible. These days, it seems like they're finding a balance that she more than likely could have settled into naturally as her preference if she was merely a witch rather than a veela inclined towards submissiveness. There certainly wouldn't have been any need to spend this much energy finding a way to help nurture her and help her become comfortable with her nature if it wasn't for the veela side of her. It goes against what a veela is meant to be, and that posed great danger for her.
"Honestly, Harry and the girls are far better at handling that nurturing than I ever was. It was hard for me at first to always remember that her nature and her instincts as a veela were different from my own. Small, seemingly harmless things that could come up when teasing could have far greater influence on her back then. It's not an issue we run into these days, thankfully." She shook her head. "She would never have found this peace and comfort with who and what she is without Harry there to fight for her, protect her and love her."
Lavender did not know what to say to any of this. She'd heard only a little bit of Gabi's story, and the severity of what she'd heard had definitely been downplayed. She figured that they'd glossed it over because they didn't want to spend time looking backwards. They thought that it wouldn't help things, and were probably correct to think so. Lavender not knowing the full details right away allowed her to avoid making that very mistake.
"You don't need to look so awkward, Lavender," Apolline said, laughing softly. "We're lucky to have gotten where we've gotten, and I'm not blind to how much they benefit from having her in their life, too. I think she's helped Harry most of all. It's through my Gabi that's he's finally grown to accept that it's okay for him to ask for help when he needs it, too." She arched an eyebrow at Lavender. "Much like I hear you should have done." She'd said that last bit playfully, but Lavender still groaned.
"I'm still waiting for that conversation to start up," Lavender muttered. "Not looking forward to it, either." The veela smiled at her.
"Luckily for you, he would have done the same thing in your shoes, so he'll understand things from your perspective," Apolline said. "I expect that your talking to will be far more about enjoyment than any actual punishment. I doubt he'll even bother saying much about it to you at all. There isn't much you don't know, and he's already arranged for you to speak to your best friend, has he not?"
"He has," Lavender said, nodding. On her first day here on vacation, she'd realized that she'd brushed Parvati aside within all of this, and it had been too much for her to bear. Harry had quickly arranged for them to be able to exchange letters, and Parvati's letters had naturally made her feel better, just as she'd expected. But an apology was still owed to Parvati.
"I suspect this is why you haven't had that discussion," Apolline said, shrugging. "There's nothing for him to say. Now it's just going to be used as a convenient reason to take you over his knee and make your butt jiggle for a bit before he shags you senseless." Lavender smiled at that prospect, and Apolline laughed at her eager expression. "Yes, he's quite a specimen, isn't he? Now then, I was sent to tell you to go get dressed for brunch and then some shopping, though I managed to get distracted. Make sure you tell them that it was my fault you were delayed."
"Or maybe not," Lavender said with a giggle as she hurried off. "It seems like it's pretty fun to be in trouble with Harry."
"Figured that out already, have you?" Apolline called after her. "Why do you think I'm trying to get you to tell them it was my fault, dear?"
--
With Gabi hurrying off after her mother woke them up and told her she needed to go get changed, Harry looked up at Apolline seriously.
"Thanks," he said.
"She needed to get dressed," Apolline said, shrugging.
"Not for that. You saved me from having that conversation with Lav about everything that happened with Gabi. I wasn't sure how to to it or when to have it, but you handled it better than I could have. I don't think the girls knew how to address it with her either, though I will say you gave us a bit too much credit in her growth."
"I'm sure you or any of the others would have handled the conversation just fine when the time came," Apolline said, before pausing. "As for giving you too much credit? I completely disagree. I didn't even mention the fact that you were willing to go battle the coven outside our wards within two weeks. But while we're on that topic, I haven't heard anything from them lately."
Harry chuckled as he stood up, and Apolline groaned while watching him stretch. She especially admired the way his cock bulged and pressed against the fabric of his shorts. Even when he was soft, it pressed out down his leg. She undoubtedly objectified him at times, looking at him as a sex object as much as she did as a wizard or a man, but he didn't seem to mind the objectification. Obviously he knew that she did appreciate him for everything else he brought into her life aside from being handsome and fantastic at sex, as much as she did appreciate those two important features. She fixed her gaze so as to not be caught staring so openly. He didn't show any signs that he'd noticed, but somehow she still had the feeling that he'd seen and been aware of her staring the entire time.
"If the coven does start causing problems again, they'll be dealt with," he said calmly. "Right now, your husband convincing the French ministry to enact that law against covens forcing any veela to join them against their will seems to have destroyed any and all progress their efforts had made. It's been rather difficult for them to find allies or gather any support after something like that. I don't doubt that they'll try something eventually, because it seems unlikely that a change in laws would stop them considering they don't view themselves as fully being subjects of any country's ministry. If you think I'm wrong in assuming that they'll choose to believe that law doesn't apply to them, you can correct me."
"You're not wrong," she said, shaking her head. "All covens, even the ones most integrated with the world outside them, view the law as something that only applies to them when outside of coven territory. They believe they have the right to self-govern, and they have their own set of laws for the areas they reside in and have control of."
He shrugged as if this didn't matter, which was not a surprise to her. Obviously he'd already been aware of this aspect of veela covens, which was why he'd reached that conclusion in the first place. She was just confirming what he already believed to be true.
"They still have to abide by our laws in public spaces, then," he said. "And I don't think that the regions they occupy are very high on my list of vacation destinations. Now, enough talking about this. You do know that as much as I'd like to see you stay topless, my girlfriends will be more than happy to use your tardiness in getting changed and getting ready as an excuse to punish you. And not in the fun way, either." She started to panic as he gave the warning, and was already moving before he'd even finished talking.
"See you in a bit!" she said as she hurried off. There was no chance that she was going to risk costing herself the right to be fucked by him later in the day.
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"So was that groan because you're sore, or was it for some other reason?" Narcissa asked Lavender.
"You know what it was," Lavender whined. "Of course you know it's because I'm sore, just like all of the other groans today have been. But it's also because I'm jealous that she can do that, and I can't even think about how easy it is for her to do if I want to hold onto any pride I have left!"
Astoria gave the newcomer a cheeky grin before resuming what she was doing that had Lavender feeling so jealous, which was kneeling beside Harry and gobbling down every last bit of his cock while upside down. It was very far from easy to accomplish, but she could still pull it off more easily than anyone else, and while unintentionally rubbing it in by acting casual about how hard a task it was to accomplish.
Harry changed things up by grabbing her hips, and she let out an excited squeal as he brought her directly above his mouth.
"I'm not doing a thing for you when you don't have every last bit of my cock in your throat," he proclaimed.
"You'll be hard at work then, love, because you've just given her all the incentive in the world to take you down and keep you down," Narcissa said. Harry laughed, and then he got to work. It wasn't long before he had Astoria moaning very loudly around his cock.
"Remind me what I need to do to get treated like that again?" Lavender mumbled.
"You'll get it soon, when the moment is right," Daphne said. "You've already done well enough to earn it. Just make sure you stay a good girl for us." Narcissa laughed at seeing Lavender's deep blush at what Daphne had said and how she'd said it.
"You're certainly looking eager," Narcissa said to Gabi. "Go head over and assist that slut, little princess. We have to get ready to meet the others for our dinner reservations in about ten minutes, and I think she'll appreciate the help soon enough. Even she will run out of air eventually."
Astoria actually did almost pass out when she came, but Daphne noticed that her little sister was in the frame of mind where she wouldn't dare take his cock out of her throat. It wasn't just because she wanted her own orgasm, which was inevitable even with a two second gasp of air. She was also desperate to get Harry off within those ten minutes.
She would succeed, but when she got like this, she wasn't thinking clearly about that or paying much attention to how Harry was reacting. Her own pleasure was too great a distraction.
"Make sure she doesn't pass out," Daphne said. "Lift her head up, little princess." Gabi did as she was asked, albeit with assistance from Harry, who reached down and yanked on Stori's hair. He knew that Gabi would probably be too gentle to get Astoria all the way up when she was shaking and almost screaming around his cock this forcefully.
From there, Harry took control of his own orgasm by grabbing behind Astoria's head and thrusting his hips forward while he pushed down. She shrieked, squealed and gagged wildly around his cock, which was an impressively muted reaction considering that any of the rest of them probably would have retched if he'd done this with them. He howled and shot his cum down her throat and into her stomach. She lovingly cleaned him up with her mouth afterwards, and Lavender watched it with her mouth agape.
"I don't think she needs any dinner now," Narcissa quipped, making Harry roll his eyes.
"That was far from your best effort," Daphne said. Narcissa laughed.
"I'm sorry I've set your expectations of me unreasonably high," she said before taking Gabrielle's hand. "Let's get you into the shower, little princess. That slut got you all messy, and we have enough time before we have to leave for you to be useful to me. I'm plenty excited after watching that, and you're a talented little thing."
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"Maybe it's good that I'll be staying with you now," Lavender said to Daphne some time after Narcissa and Gabi had left for the shower. "I'm going to need all the time I can spare to adjust your ridiculous wardrobe. How did you even get your arse to grow so much in so little time? I swear to Merlin, if you don't tell me…it's bad enough that Hermione and Pansy still refuse to!" Daphne snickered and strutted over towards her, and Lavender swallowed thickly, feeling the arousal swell at the dominant look on the other woman's face as she seductively approached her.
"Yours is wonderful," Daphne said, patting her cheek. "Beyond wonderful, even. It's fucking huge. But if you want to know, I'll tell you." She leaned in and paused before kissing her. Lavender knew she was audibly panting and showing her eagerness as she leaned forward and waited with her mouth slightly open. "But only if you're a good girl for me for the rest of the week." Daphne gave her a rough kiss after that before pulling away. "Come along now. We don't want to be late."
Lavender was sure her skin was purple now from how hard she was blushing. This witch could play her so easily, and she just got wrapped even more tightly around her finger, along with the fingers of everyone else in the group.