Bab 34: Chapter 36 (Part 1)
August 22nd.
Harry made his way down from the ravenry after Huginn and Muninn
assured him that Greyback hadn't been spotted yet. Disappointing,
but it had been less than a week since he had presented his
werewolf legislation to the Wizengamot so it was to be expected.
Still, he was feeling a bit impatient. Greyback was so much more
interesting a werewolf than Lupin…
He paused and cocked his head sideways in interest as he came
across Narcissa in the drawing room.
She was wearing a heavily modified set of dress robes. The base of
it was clearly a black leather corset vest that did wonderful things to
her figure even though he could only see it from behind at the
moment, Bryanna's work no doubt, given her fascination with
corsets. The sleeves and skirt were also black, though there was an
occasional shimmer of dark blue. The skirt also featured a slit that
revealed a tantalising glimpse of leg. Narcissa was just in the
process of attaching a cloak to the outfit.
It was a sexy outfit and Harry felt himself stirring. The manor was
unusually empty today; Dora was at work, Sirius had gone
somewhere with Remus, Fleur had taken Luna shopping for a date
he had promised to take them on… even Etal had buggered off to
somewhere.
Smirking to himself, he cast a quick spell to muffle his footsteps and
walked up to her.
Narcissa gasped in surprise when he wrapped his hands around her,
one around her waist and the other around her neck.
"And where are you going dressed up like that?"
"I'm having tea with Daliah Greengrass, my lord." She replied with a
slight waver in her voice.
"Are you now?" Harry murmured, moving the arm he had around her
waist further south and slipping it under her skirt by way of the
convenient slit. "What if I have some tension that needs relieving
first?"
Narcissa gasped when his fingers slipped inside her and she
squirmed in his grip, hands grabbing onto his for support.
"I shouldn't be late, it would be an insult." She protested weakly.
"So Greengrass is more important than me, is she?" Harry asked,
twisting his fingers just so. He also wrapped her in his magic,
perfoming the one-sided Joining that had made her his. Narcissa's
magic, so conditioned now to respond to his, surrendered instantly.
"Never!" She gasped. "I am always at your disposal, my lord."
"Seems to me like you need a reminder." Harry purred into her ear.
"I'm going to fill you up like a croissant before you go. Having to stay
clenched to keep from creaming your underwear or Greengrass'
chair cushions should do it."
Narcissa bit her lip but didn't resist as he bent her over the back of
an armchair, lifted her skirt up and pulled down the thong he insisted
she wear. There was no foreplay or teasing this time, just the sound
of Harry's zipper and then penetration.
Narcissa kept her noises down to a minimum as he took her, still
worried about being late but knowing deep in her bones that this was
more important. She could make an excuse for her lateness, but
there were no excuses for failing her lord, even if it was just to give
him some relief.
"Harry, are you here?" Penny's voice was a deeply unwelcome event
that had both Harry and Narcissa freezing in place.
"Fuck it." Harry muttered to himself and started thrusting again.
Narcissa couldn't believe it. They were going to get caught!
Sure enough, Penny appeared in the doorway not ten seconds later.
"Harry, I-" Was all she managed to say before laying eyes on the
copulating pair and squeaking in surprise. "Sorry!"
Narcissa's face burned with embarrassment as the younger witch
fled, but she didn't say anything. Harry grunted soon after and filled
her up just like he'd promised. Getting caught had thrown Narcissa
off enough that she hadn't been able to climax herself, but she still
felt a fierce pride and satisfaction at the knowledge that Harry had
enjoyed her.
Harry pulled out when he was done, pulled her thong back up and
lifed her back up to their previous standing position.
"There, now you're ready to go." He murmured into her ear.
"Yes, my lord." Narcissa acknowledged shakily, clenching hard to
keep his seed inside her. The underwear he had commanded her to
wear felt wholly inadequate to the task of catching any leakage.
"Good girl." He said and gently patted her rear.
Narcissa took a deep breath once he was gone and used a few
quick spells to fix her mussed hair and wrinkled clothing. Tea was
assured to be interesting now if nothing else.
"Was there something you wanted, Penny?" Harry asked as he
found his embarrassed steward hiding in her personal study. The
look on her face made him break out into a grin.
"Couldn't you have found somewhere more private to do that?" She
muttered with a beet red face.
"It was a spur of the moment thing." Harry explained, still grinning.
"Right." Penny said with a shake of her head. "Anyway, I had some
things I needed to talk to you about."
"What things?"
"Pro… Septima sent over the final list of potential employees. She
thinks it would be beneficial for you to give a short speech before
putting them to work since they're coming into this from the ground
up rather than coming to work for an established business."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, thinking that it was a reasonable request.
He'd probably take Fleur with him too since she would have a share
in the business as well, however small it was.
"Alright, set it for… the 25th."
"Alright." Penny acknowledged, making a note of the date. "You've
also received some interesting mail, one from North America's
Magical Congress and another from Ollivander."
"Let me guess, the Americans got word on Etal and are bitching
about me 'stealing' their magical creatures or something and
Ollivander wants a feather?" Harry said, amused.
"Pretty much."
"So predictable. Late, but predictable."
"What should I tell them?"
"Tell the Americans to kiss my ass, and make sure to spell it 'ass'
instead of 'arse'. We don't want to confuse them."
"Harry, you can't tell North America's magical government to kiss
your arse." Penny said in exasperation.
"I know." Harry sighed in disappointment. "Right, then just explain to
them that he's not my pet, but a friend I made because we both
speak Parseltongue and he followed me to Britain via his mysterious
quetzalcoatl powers. Make sure you stress that I don't have the
ability to control him. They'll still bitch about it and make
unreasonable demands simply because that's how politics works,
but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"Alright." Penny nodded.
"As for Ollivander… well I guess you can invite him to drop by and
he can ask Etal himself."
Penny nodded again, making a note of it. Then she suddenly turned
nervous. "Also, um, I'm moving out."
Harry's eyes snapped over to her in surprise. "Moving out? If this is
about earlier…"
"No, not at all." She was quick to assure. "I mean, it was
embarrassing and you really should be a bit more discreet, but it has
nothing to do with it. Being able to live here for free was exactly what
I needed at the time, but… well, I met someone while you were in
America and he recently asked me to move in with him."
Harry smiled at the blushing girl, older than him but more innocent
than he had been in a long time. "Good for you, Penny. Is it anyone I
know?"
"No, he's not even a wizard. I told him I work for some reclusive lord
that I have a non-disclosure contract with."
"Not that far off from the truth." Harry snickered. "He doesn't know
that you're a witch then?"
"You know I'm not allowed to tell him unless I marry him." Penny
replied, sounding a bit furstrated.
"But you want to?" He prodded.
"Yes." She sighed. "I'm sure he'd be alright with it, he's very open
minded, but I don't want any trouble from the Ministry."
"If you want to tell him, then go ahead." Harry suggested. "I'll handle
the Ministry if they find out."
"Are you sure?" Penny asked uncertainly.
Harry noddded and made a noise of confirmation. "It's the least I can
do after all you've done for me and the Ministry sticks its nose into
too many things anyway."
"Had fun?" Harry asked with a smirk when Narcissa emerged from
the Floo a couple of hours later.
"It was an experience." She said wryly, taking off her cloak. "Now if
you will excuse me, I need to visit the restroom and then I need to
talk to you."
Now Harry was curious. "I'll wait for you in my study."
"So, what did you want to talk about?" He asked a few minutes later.
"A couple of things." Narcissa began. "As you know, I've been having
tea with Britain's various prominent witches every day for the past
week to gauge how they and their husbands feel about the werewolf
legislation you proposed."
Harry nodded. Narcissa was a socialite down to her toes and was
better able to sniff out the disposition of society's elite by gossiping
over tea than he could ever hope to do by asking anyone directly.
"Well, there seems to be a general consensus that you should be
hosting the ball celebrating the Dark Lord's downfall this year."
"Why would they think that?" Harry asked, puzzled. He'd never given
any indication that he was intending to do anything of the sort, so
this was more than a bit odd to him.
"Aside from your obvious role in the event, they expect you to use it
to gather further support for the legislation." She explained.
Now Harry was even more confused. "But it's going to get voted on
just over three weeks from today and the ball isn't until Halloween."
"Oh." Narcissa blinked in sudden realisation. "My apologies, I though
you knew."
"Knew what?"
"No legislation proposed to the Wizengamot - or indeed anything at
all - is ever agreed upon that quickly unless everyone is in favor of it.
It could take as much as six months or longer before a final decision
is made on whether to accept or dismiss it. You will be expected to
gather support for it in the meanwhile, just as your political
opponents will be doing in the hopes of having it thrown out."
"Great." Harry grumbled. He absolutely didn't want to even attend
another one of those balls, much less host it, but he had apparently
screwed himself into doing so. Fucking politics. "You think I should
do it?"
"The legislation is unlikely to pass otherwise." Narcissa admitted.
Harry sighed. While he didn't really care about the plight of the poor
bastards that got infected with lycanthropy, he could hardly
demonstrate that fact. Plus, Narcissa had worked hard on that
legislation and it'd be a shame to let all that work go to waste just
because he wanted to dodge a social function.
"I'll be counting on you to organise it." He said.
Narcissa favored him with a brilliant smile. "I won't disappoint you,
my lord."
And Harry believed her. Not just because she was always eager to
do her best for him, but also because she was really good at all this
social crap and would take to it with enthusiasm.
"I suppose I'll need a date again?"
The blonde witch pursed her lips thoughtfully before answering. "Yes
and no. The rules are somewhat different for the host."
"How so?"
"It is your home, meaning that you can get away with things that
would be considered a social faux pas as a guest. You will need to
be gracious and polite of course, but nobody will be able to comment
on any oddities without coming off as rude. In fact, it may benefit you
to use this to make a statement."
"What kind of statement?"
"What else? Power. While you could get away with staying stag at
your own ball, it would also cause you problems. Unattached witches
would be climbing all over you in the hopes of getting their hands on
your wealth and reputation. Instead, I would propose that you use
the opportunity to present all three of your girlfriends. It will spare
you from the attention of all but the most unsubtle and determined
attempts to seduce you and also serve as a subtle display of power."
Harry sighed, tugging at his ponytail. "Dora won't like that. She's not
much for these kind of stupid parties and I don't want to leave her
out while I take Luna and Fleur. Can't I just take you again?"
"It would not be advisable." Narcissa warned. "I will be there of
course, but I've put in a lot of effort to imply a lot of things about our
relationship without confirming anything. If you present me as your
date for two of these occasions in a row it would start up some
troublesome rumors."
"They already think you're my mistress." Harry pointed out.
"Yes and that is exactly as it should be. The current public perception
is that you killed Lucius after he tried to kill you and took me as your
mistress. That shows both ruthlesness and mercy, as you could have
extended your revenge on me and Draco as well and nobody would
have blamed you. If it looks like I am more than a mistress, then
people will begin to wonder if you aren't perhaps just a young boy
who fell into the clutches of a cunning older woman. It would work in
my favor rather than yours."
Harry went quiet for a while as he considered that. He hadn't really
thought about what exactly Narcissa's socialising was doing for his
public image before, but it made sense. It was aggravating, having to
bother with what people thought of him, but it was necessary for the
moment. Thankfully it was Narcissa doing most of the legwork,
because he probably wouldn't have bothered if it was up to him
alone. Adrastia's advice that he take her into his service was proving
to be annoyingly valuable.
"I'll talk to Dora about it and see what she thinks." He finally said.
"There is another thing you need to talk to Nymphadora about."
Narcissa said cautiously.
"What?"
"I think Andy suspects that you've entered into a relationship with her
daughter. She was trying to get me to slip up about it when we last
saw each other."
"Great. Is this going to be a problem?"
"Andy grew up a Black just like me and should accept it without
issue, but Ted is a muggleborn. He won't understand that there is
nothing strange about a wizard as powerful as you having multiple
witches attached to him."
Harry's lips thinned and he nodded in understanding. It wasn't
exactly the same everywhere, but in most magical communities it
was downright expected of the powerful to have privileges that the
average didn't have. Dumbledore certainly wouldn't have been
allowed to hold three such prominent positions if he was merely
average. Adrastia had backed off from her murderous plans in the
expectation that Harry would one day be an enemy she could not
afford to have. Voldemort's minions, otherwise proud and selfimportant purebloods, accepted the many indignities he put them
through simply because he was powerful. Those same purebloods
also liked to delude themselves into thinking that they were such
people and blamed muggleborns for 'stealing' their magic when it
proved false.
There was always someone arguing against this particular trait of
magical culture, most often coming from the ranks of the average or
below average. A predictable, petty, resentful and very human
reaction when faced with someone better than yourself - trying to
drag the impressive down to mediocrity so that you felt better about
yourself without actually having to do any work. Hogwarts was full of
useless little shits like that, though it was more easily excused there
since they were children. Harry also had a vague conspiracy theory
idea that the Ministry bureaucrats were trying to drown magic in
legislation in order to change the rules by shifting power from magic
over to politics. He had no proof and it was probably just people
being their usual dickish selves rather than anything intentional, but it
still soured his opinion on government even further. A lot of the
posturing going around in the higher levels of magical society was a
replacement for intimidating displays of magical power. Even
Narcissa's suggestion that he present all three of his girls at this
party was one such thing.
To be fair, it happened with other forms of power as well, such as
extreme wealth or a high political office. Even something as small
scale as having a weapon conferred a certain privilege. It was a
simple truth that any kind of power you had that others didn't meant
you also had privileges that others didn't. Magic added a new
dimension to it though, increased the margin of difference
considerably. After all, wealth and political power was still dependent
on the mob of regular people and anyone could use a gun, but a
mighty sorcerer was practically an army unto himself and his power
was entirely self-contained. And that wasn't even taking into account
the warping influence of one's aura…
Even Fleur, with a veela's instinct for controlling their sexual
partners, had eventually backed down and accepted that she wasn't
going to be in charge, although she did need a sharp reminder every
now and then… Actually, she could probably use another one soon
and Dora would have to be shown that side of her anyway.
Speaking od Dora, if Harry was being honest he had expected more
resistance from her, both to his plans for the Death Eaters and the
open dynamic of their foursome. It was unlikely that he'd ever find
out what combination of factors had led to her relatively easy
acceptance, but he knew that at least some of it was due to his own
ever increasing magical power and the lingering effects of the
Joining. Harry was well aware that his use of the Joining on Dora
before she was ready had shaved off some of her resistance where
he was concerned, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
The beautiful, quirky metamorphmagus would more than likely not
be his if things were a little different, if he was a weaker wizard.
But he was digressing. The issue at hand was the reaction of her
parents to Dora's relationship status. Harry did not personally think it
was any of their business what their fully grown daughter was doing,
but he knew that his opinion was not the one that mattered here. He
would have to talk to the oldest of his girls and see how she wanted
to handle it.
That evening.
There were many perks to being in a relationship with three people,
but Tonks' favorite was definitely getting a massage from all three
while soaking in a hot tub. She didn't even have to ask for it, all she
had to do was show up after a long day looking tired and they'd
hustle her into the water while dinner was being prepared. They
didn't even care if she was faking it, it was great.
Sure, there was quite a bit of groping, fondling, nibbling and
sometimes fingering involved, but Tonks let them have their fun even
if she wasn't in the mood. She wasn't going to say no to a free
orgasm even if the main point of enjoyment was whatever magic
Harry was working on her left foot.
"I had some interesting news from Penny and Narcissa today." Harry
was saying.
"Oh? What kind of news?" Fleur asked from her spot as Tonks'
backrest, a position that she was exploiting shamelessly to explore
the metamorph's body.
"The first is that Septima is finished with her list of potential
employees and suggested that I come to make a short speech to
them. You want to join me for that since you'll own a share of it as
well?"
"Only 5%." Fleur pointed out.
"A share is a share."
"Will we get to play with Septima afterwards?" The veela asked slyly.
"I'm sure we could fit it into our schedule." Harry answered with an
amused tone.
"I'll prepare the toys." Luna beamed.
Tonks didn't comment on their plans. This would be the third time
that Harry brought the former Arithmancy professor to their bed. It
was always him and Fleur coming up with these ideas, with Luna
enthusiactically supporting them. Tonks had discovered that of the
four of them, she was the most sexually vanilla and the least
assertive. She could certainly be drawn into their games, but didn't
initiate them. That was probably the reason why she found Vector
much less interesting than the others, but she didn't really mind her
occasional inclusion either.
"In other news, the Americans finally sent me that complaint about
Etal we were expecting."
"Do you think that will be a problem?" Fleur asked.
"I doubt it, though we can probably expect a lot of posturing. There
was also a letter from Ollivander, asking if he could have one of
Etal's feathers."
"Do you think Etal will give him one?" Luna asked curiously, not
stopping her ministrations on Tonks' right foot.
"Probably depends on how flattering the old man is." Harry answered
wryly. "Oh, and Penny's also moving out. Apparently she got
together with someone while we were in America and they're going
to be living together."
"That's wonderful." Luna beamed.
"And also too bad." Fleur pouted jokingly. "I never did manage to
entice 'er into our bed."
Harry sighed in exasperation. He'd never been particularly attracted
to Penny. Sure, he definitely would have slept with her if she'd shown
any interest, but he hadn't been willing to put forth any effort into
seducing her.
"You need to calm your tits, you horny bitch." Tonks muttered with
her eyes closed, still enjoying the pampering too much to really do
anything more.
"Maybe you can calm them for me later." The veela whispered into
Tonks' ear seductively, using her position to pinch her nipples gently.
Tonks merely let out a grumbling sound and settled more firmly into
her backrest. She was far too comfortable to actually react more
than that.
Fleur chuckled at the metamorph's indolence. "What of Narcissa's
news?"
"That's a bit more problematic." Harry grumbled. "Apparently
everyone expects me to host that blasted victory ball on Halloween
and I'm going to have to go along with it if I want if I want my
legislation to pass. And you can all look forward to being my dates to
this one."
That finally brought Tonks out of her hedonistic daze. "Except me,
right?"
"Nope, you too." He grinned at her.
"I don't wanna." She whined.
"Please?" Harry said, sounding very amused.
"Yes, Nymmie, please go with us." Fleur added her own weight to it.
"I would love to see you in a dress for once."
"And I need a big, strong auror to protect me from the golddiggers."
"Fleur wants me in a dress and you want a big, strong auror." Tonks
huffed. "Maybe I should show up in a frilly pink dress looking like a
minotaur. With big, four-nippled breasts."
"That would be fun." Luna said perkily.
"Yes, it sounds udderly delightful." Harry snickered.
Tonks anf Fleur both groaned at the horrible pun and splashed water
at him.
"Seriously though, I would like it if all three of you would be my dates
to this ball." Harry said once they were done attacking him.
"But why?" She whined again. "Nobody even knows that we're a
thing and I was hoping to keep it that way."
"Are you ashamed of us, Nymmie?" Fleur pouted.
"No, of course not, it's just… this is going to get so complicated once
people find out." She sighed.
And it would too. As soon as word got out that she was in a
relationship with Harry, one that also happened to include two other
women no less, she could kiss her comfortably low profile life
goodbye. There would be articles in Witch Weekly and the Daily
Prophet about it, there would be speculation about Harry's harem
and how big he was planning to make it, there would be reporters
showing up at the Ministry bugging her for interviews, there would be
hate mail…
And her parents, oh Merlin her parents. It was going to be so
awkward, she could already imagine it. Mum, Dad, you've already
met Harry, he's my boyfriend now and this is Luna, my girlfirend.
Yes, I know she's only fifteen,but nevermind that and look here
instead, this is Fleur, my other girlfriend. Well not 'mine' so much as
'our', but you get the idea. No, Dad, I haven't joined a harem.
And then Luna would point out, calm as you please, that she had in
fact joined a harem. She would probably even list all the ways in
which it was a harem, even if it technically wasn't. It would be hard to
refute her too, since Harry was definitely the focal point, regardless
of the fact that they were all free to seek out other lovers. Only Fleur
seemed to have any interest in doing that anyway and even that was
more of a veela thing. It still wasn't a harem though.
"Well your mother is already suspicious and is probing Narcissa to
see if she can confirm it." Harry said with a shrug.
"Fantastic." Tonks groaned.
"How do you want to handle this?" Harry pressed on. "I'd say it
would be best to just tell them and get it over with, but it's your call."
"I guess." She sighed in defeat. "I'll pay them a visit, sit them down
and lay it all out."
"Want us to come with you?" Harry offered.
"It's probably for the best if you don't, I'll have enough trouble with
my dad as it is."
"That's a relief." Harry said with much exaggeration. "I only really
offered out of politeness."
"Yeah, I figured." Tonks snorted.
"Now, about that ball…"
Tonks gave him a disgruntled look. "Fine, but if I'm going to that, then
you're coming to a concert with me, and you're not allowed to
complain about it."
Now it was Harry with the disgruntled look. Concerts were not his
thing. Still, he wanted all three of his girls at that damn ball.
"Fine."
"And if a mosh pit happens, you have to participate."
"What the hell kind of concert are you taking me to?"
"The fun kind."
"The only way I'm jumping into a mosh pit is if I'm wearing the
ugliest, spikiest suit of platemail the Black vault has to offer."
"Wrong music genre, Harry."
"There's a genre that involves platemail?"
"Well, no, but there are a few where it would probably make you the
most popular guy there."
August 24th. Potter Manor.
"Has your wand been serving you well?" Ollivander asked once the
initial pleasantries were finished.
"As well as any, I suppose." Harry shrugged. Most wizards and
witches tended to develop quite the attachement to their wands over
time, nearly a dependency really. That had been one of the more
problematic aspects of teaching his girls wandless magic, especially
Dora, who had had the longest time to develop this flaw. His had
always been just a tool and nothing more.
Ollivander merely nodded, unsurprised. "I knew there was something
off about you from the moment I placed the first wand in your hand.
A child who had never done deliberate magic before would have
been unable to coax anything out of such a poorly matched wand."
Harry kept his true opinion on wands to himself. Had it been up to
him, wands would not be sold until much later, and even then only as
a supplement to a magical education rather than the main focus of it.
Better to have a small pool of excellent magic users than a horde of
incompetents.
"I suppose you'd like to ask for one of Etal's feathers now?" He said
instead.
"I would." Ollivander confirmed. "I do not often get to work with such
an exotic material. Even the phoenix feathers that some of my
wands now hold are incredibly rare. For the most part, I am restricted
to more easily acquired items such as dragon heartstring and
unicorn hair."
"Etal is rather protective of his feathers, but I could convince him to
part with one or two." Harry said.
"You want something in return." Ollivander stated rather than asked.
"Yes, I want to observe while you make a wand out of it."
The old wandmaker looked positively affronted by that. "Lord Potter, I
do not make it a habit to share the secrets of wandlore with everyone
that wants to know."
Harry hummed at the predictable reply and then began speaking.
"The core draws on the wielder's magic, allowing for the casting of
spells. Through some means I have as of yet been unable to
discern, the wand motions somehow interact with a wizard's
thoughts to shape the magic as it is drawn. After much practice and
repetition, a wizard's magic becomes so conditioned that it develops
a pseudo muscle memory that allows them to dispense with the
motions entirely. Unfortunately, this also creates a psychological
block in a wizard's mind that makes them equate the wand with their
magic.
"The type of wood is a negligible factor in determining a wand's
characteristics and is used as a diversion to thwart anyone
attempting to ferret out your secrets. The real secret is whatever you
do to the wood that turns a wand from a simple stick into a precision
instrument.
"Most children are matched with a wand fairly easily, the only
exceptions being those that grew up in difficult circumstances that
forced them to grow up too quickly. Untrained adults are harder to
match than children because they are less of a blank slate. Long
term use of a wand creates enough familiarity with the workings of
wands that it becomes possible to use a poorly matched one. Long
term use of a wand also creates a bond between the wand and its
user that gradually improves its performance. One can forcibly
terminate this bond and imprint themselves on another's wand if they
are significantly more powerful.
"Some materials are more powerful than others, phoenix feathers for
example are well suited to the explosive releases of energy inherent
in combat magic, whereas dragon heartstring is better at sustained
magic such as Transfiguration and unicorn hair is particularly good at
precision work. Once again, whatever you do with the wood makes
use of these characteristics and refines them. As it happens, that is
also the escalating order of difficulty in winning a wand's allegiance,
phoenix feather wands being the most attracted to power and
unicorn hair ones being the most 'loyal' as it were."
Harry smirked at the stunned Ollivander. "How am I doing so far?"
The old wandmaker regained his composure quickly and sighed.
"Well, I did say that we should expect greatness from you when we
first met. You have managed to learn much about wandlore from
very little. I would offer you an apprenticeship if I thought you were
interested, but I sense that your ambitions lie elsewhere. So I must
ask, why do you wish to learn about wand crafting?"
"No particular reason." Harry shrugged. "I like learning about new
magic, so even though I don't want to become a wand crafter, I still
want to know what makes them work. You don't even have to explain
what you're doing, just let me watch."
"Normally I would tell that you wouldn't learn anything that way, but
you've already managed to deduce quite a bit more than most
people ever learn." Ollivander mused. "Very well, I will allow you to
observe as I make a wand, if you promise not to share what you see
or already know with anyone else."
"Deal."
August 25th. Potter Manor.
Septima looked over at the dozen witches and wizards spread
around Potter Manor's drawing room and enjoying the refreshments
brought by Harry's house-elves and felt regret welling inside her.
They were all her former students, some of her more promising ones
in fact. She had been certain that they would have bright futures as
spellcrafters, researchers, analysts, enchanters or any number of
professions that needed good Arithmancy skills.
Wishful thinking, she realised now. Most were muggleborn, with a
few halfbloods mixed in. Harry had told her to prioritise them, but it
wouldn't have mattered. Her former pureblood students had all
gotten good jobs, even though they weren't always qualified for
them. This group on the other hand, some of the brightest students
she'd ever taught, had been stuck at jobs that were well below their
abilities or had moved to other countries. Two had left the magical
world entirely and returned to their roots in the mundane world,
disgusted by the bigotry they'd faced.
They had agreed to hear Harry out, but Septima knew that they were
mostly just humoring the request of a former teacher. Still, it was
more than what the others she'd sent letters to had been willing to
do.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a tingle in her crotch, in
her clitoris to be specific.
Her eyes snapped towards Harry, whose eyes shone with
amusement at her reaction. A slight dip of his head drew her
attention to his left hand, which she noticed was slowly rubbing the
thumb and index finger together in a way consistent with the
sensations she was experiencing.
Septima fought down the flush trying to creep up her neck.
Harry turned back to his guests and addressed them, though he
didn't stop rubbing his fingers together.
"Thank you all for coming, I know that Septima's vagueness on what
kind of job I want to offer you must have been off-putting." He began.
There was a murmur of agreement, but Septima was more focused
on not giving away her arousal. Fleur was here too, standing next to
Harry, and the veela's lustful gaze was a clear indication that she
was going to be spending the night again.
It was starting to look like being shared with Harry's girls would be a
regular thing. It was… not unpleasant, though she did have to say
that she preferred it when it was just Harry. Fleur was creative
enough, Luna was always interested in trying something new and
even the more reserved Nymphadora could be fun when properly
goaded by the others, but they were all women. Still, it was infinitely
better than nothing and it wasn't like Harry wasn't there as well.
She wondered what kind of games they would play tonight…
She was so caught up in her pleasant little daydream that she
missed Harry introducing Fleur and Penny and only snapped out of it
when he adressed her.
"Septima?" Harry said, his eye gleaming with amusement and his
fingers still rubbing against each other. "Could you please hand out
the samples?"
"Of course." Septima said with a nod, hurrying over to the box that
was set on one of the tables and hoping that nobody had noted her
distraction. Or her blush for that matter.
Harry continued speaking and rubbing his fingers while she handed
out the sample mirrors
"Septima tells me that all of you grew up in the mundane world, so
the function of these mirrors should be familiar to you. They are
voice activated and each is assigned a number ranging from one to
twelve. Please give them a try." He said.
Septima watched with interest as her former students quickly figured
out how the mirrors worked. She was entirely wizard-raised and had
been stunned when Harry had showed her the muggle cell phone
technology and how pervasive it was. For the first time, she had
been able to grasp exactly how revolutionary his idea would be for
the magical world.
Her former students seemed to be much quicker on the uptake than
her if their excited conversation was any clue.
Septima stifled a gasp as a sudden burst of sensation cut through
her thoughts. She looked at Harry and shivered at his superior smirk.
"You're intending to be a magical version of a mobile phone
company then?" Dominic Moore asked. He was the oldest of her
former students present, being in his late twenties. He had been one
of the two that had returned to the muggle world after he had
graduated rather than settling for whatever job he might have gotten
in the magical one.
Harry showed no discomfort at being questioned by a man over a
decade his senior as he replied.
"Essentially. At the moment, the enchantments are only good for
video calls, but I intend to get an R&D branch going that will be
under Septima's purview. The people working there would be tasked
with developing improvements to the mirrors. I doubt they'll ever be
as versatile as a smartphone, but that's no reason to not try."
Septima surreptitiously clenched her thighs together, just to feel her
moist nether lips rub against one another in tune with Harry's fingers.
That, added to his easy confidence, and she was having a hard time
keeping her breathing even.
"And you want us to work at this R&D branch." Moore stated rather
than asked.
"Some of you may be more comfortable in production or even sales,
but Septima praised your skills with Arithmancy and Runes and I
want to make use of those skills." Harry replied simply, waving a
hitherto silent Penny forward to start distributing the employment
contracts she was holding.
"Those are the terms I'm offering. You'll have noticed that each of
you has received three separate contracts, all of them with different
levels of benefits and restrictions. To summarise, the contract for a
store clerk offers the smallest pay as it requires no skill with magic,
but also imposes few restrictions. Conversely, the R&D contract has
the highest pay and benefits but will also expose you to knowledge I
don't want being spread around, which means non-disclosure
agreements that will trigger a very unpleasant curse if broken. The
production contract is for those that will actually be making the
mirrors and sits somewhere in the middle in both benefits and
restrictions. Septima tells me that you were some of her best
students and I'd like it if you chose the R&D contract, but I gave you
all three for comparison. Take them home, read them over and direct
any questions to my steward. Penny can also refer you to legal
counsel if you want a professional to look at them. Thank you for
your time and I hope to hear from you again soon."
It was an obvious dismissal and her former students quickly shuffled
out the door or through the Floo until it was just her, Harry and Fleur
in the room.
"Well done, Septima." Harry said as soon as they were alone, putting
his hand lightly on her neck.
"Thank you." She breathed out, trying to control her arousal.
"You deserve a reward." Fleur purred, seductively running her hand
along Septima's arm. "Don't you think she deserves a reward, 'Arry?"
The hand on her neck tightened, making her legs quiver with
excitement.
"Hmm, maybe. We'll have to test her a bit more I think."
"Alright, Septima, here's how tonight's game is going to work." Harry
began explaining as he put a ballgag into the former professor's
mouth. "You are going to hold on to this metal bar above your head
with both hands and if you let go for any reason, playtime will be
over and you'll be sent home. Understand?"
Septima, already naked and now unable to speak, did understand.
They were going to exploit her desire for playtime to do horrible,
wonderful things to her. She nodded.
"Good, then grab the bar."
As soon as she did so, she felt a tingling sensation go through the
sensitive nerves between her legs.
"Oh, I forgot to mention something. That metal bar will transmit an
echo of any friction applied to it to the groin area of any woman that
touches it." Harry said with a smirk.
"I helped enchant and test it." Luna added proudly.
Septima gave Harry a helpless look, already clenching her legs
together in a vain effort to give herself some relief.
"What's with that look?" Harry mocked with a smirk, pinching one of
her nipples and giving it a slight twist. "I know you get off on this
stuff, but it's a little early to be looking that desperate. We've still got
hours of fun ahead of us after all. Of course, you can always let go
and give yourself a rubbing if you can't take it…"
Septima moaned something into the ballgag even as she tried to
liberate her nipple from his pinching fingers. Of course, the fact that
she was desperately gripping the iron bar above her head rather
limited her ability to do so.
Harry turned to Fleur and Luna, who had been watching this
spectacle with eager smiles. "She's all yours, but try not to get
carried away. We don't want to make it too easy on her."
With that settled, he walked to the bed, where a nude Dora was
already waiting.
"Where'd you get that idea?" She asked, amusement coloring her
tone.
"It's not that hard to come up with stuff once you know what she
likes." Harry replied and ended the brief conversation with a kiss.
He reached out with his magic, feeling her smile into the kiss as she
did the same and completed the Joining.
Harry moved slowly down her body, first nipping at her neck in that
one spot she liked and then spending a couple of minutes on her
breasts. Her ticklish stomach he only pressed light kisses to and
then he was at her core.
Dora enjoyed receiving oral a lot more than Fleur or even Luna did,
so Harry took his time and made sure to give her the best possible
experience. Given that it was one of his favorite activities, the Joining
allowing him to clearly sense what she liked best and his ability to
use minor spells to make it better, he was able to make it very good
indeed.
The metamorphmagus spent a good twenty minutes moaning in
pleasure, his own enjoyment of the act echoing in her soul and
allowing her to surrender completely with no need for superflous
thinking. When the climax finally came it made her whole body
shudder, her hips bucking almost violently into his mouth as he
eagerly lapped up her discharge.
Harry looked at his blissed out lover with a self-satisfied smile. Dora
looked quite out of it, with her skin glowing from a light sheen of
sweat and her hair was going through a spectrum of colors ranging
from deep pink to a very dark blue, a sure sign that she was well out
of it. His recent teaching's had allowed her to gain greater control
over her special talent, so this kind of random morphing was
becoming rare.
He brought her back to reality with a deep kiss, which she returned
eagerly.
"Mmm, I love it when you do that." She murmured.
"I know." He replied smugly.
Dora huffed with a large smile playing on her lips, then she pushed
him onto his back.
"Your turn."
He wasn't going to argue with that, so he settled himself into the
pillows stacked against the headboard of the bed and let her do her
thing.
Dora gave him another kiss, re-established the Joining and moved
down his body in much the same way he had done to her, though it
was faster.
Harry sighed in pleasure when her mouth engulfed him. He wouldn't
say it, but of all his girls Dora gave the best blowjobs. Fleur could
certainly bring him to orgasm faster, but she tended to rush it in her
haste to get at the prize and Luna still had a few issues with her gag
reflex.
Of course, just because he didn't say didn't meant that Dora couldn't
feel it through their bond. There was nothing definite, but she could
certainly sense the vague impression of being his favorite, which
only galvanised her to do even better.
Harry sighed again and ran his fingers over the gently bobbing head
of radiantly peacock blue-green hair, a sure sign that the
metamorphmagus was basically preening with pride.
The position had other benefits as well, allowing him to see what
Fleur and Luna were doing to poor Septima.
Apparently the two of them had decided that a ballgag wasn't
enough and added an blindfold to it as well. Someone had also
taken it upon themselves to attach a pair of nipple clamps connected
by a weighted chain to Septima's nipples. This ensured that her
squirming tugged on her nipples and made the whole experience
even more torturous.
Harry suspected that Fleur was the culprit behind that idea given the
fact that she was also occasionally smacking the older witch on the
bum with a riding crop to force a her to jerk and send the weighted
chain jangling and pulling on her nipples.
Needless to say, the former Arithmancy professor was painfully
aroused by this treatment, her legs running with the evidence of it
and her hands gripping the iron bar above her head as if her life
depended on it.
Fleur was pretty aroused herself, with her head thrown back and
eyes closed. Of course, that could also be due to the fact that she
was holding Luna's mouth to her crotch.
Harry decided to remind the veela to let others have some fun too
and sent a Nipple Pinching Hex at her.
Fleur yelped at the unexpected pain and shot him a dirty look,
though it quickly passed when she saw what Dora was doing. Her
eyes lit up with a familiar avaricious gleam and she nearly skipped
her way to the bed, leaving Luna and Septima behind.
"Can I take over?" She purred into Dora's ear.
The metamorphmagus was not interested in letting her do so
however, and merely moved so that her body completely blocked
access to Harry's groin area.
Harry felt Dora's mix of amusement and determination to keep going
and smirked at the pouting veela.
"Please?" Fleur tried again. "Nymmie?"
The only response she got was a throaty grumble that could have
meant literally anything, though Harry could feel that it was basically
a 'piss off'.
"At least don't swallow and save some for me." Fleur muttered
sulkilly.
That was the wrong thing to say, as Harry could clearly sense the
minor irritation and mischief Dora was feeling. She redoubled her
efforts, now no longer performing to prolong his pleasure but to bring
him to orgasm as quickly as possible.
Less than a minute later, he was groaning his release, buried in her
mouth up to the hilt and discharging down her throat.
Fleur momentarily gaped at being robbed of her prize before she
glared at the smug metamorphmagus.
"You greedy bitch, I wanted that!"
Dora wiped her mouth and her smug smile widened. "Tough."
Harry smothered a grin. He knew that Dora had done that
specifically to spite Fleur.
Fleur looked like she was about to say something uncomplimentary
again, but Harry cut her off by grabbing her by the hair, not painfully,
but firmly enough that she couldn't escape his grip.
"Looks like someone needs another lesson." He said sternly.
Fleur's eyes widened and her demeanour changed completely, the
pride and indignation vanishing like smoke.
" Non, there is no need for that, I will be good." She was quick to say.
"Oh, but there is a need for that." Harry countered, slowly moving off
the bed without letting go of her hair. "You've been getting more and
more uppity lately, so a reminder is definitely in order. Look, Luna
even got everything ready."
Both Fleur and Dora turned their heads to see the short, smiling
blonde standing next to an unremarkable vault horse that wouldn't
be out of place in a gym. Well, it wouldn't be out of place if it didn't
have restraints attached to the legs.
"'Arry, please, don't do this." Fleur pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Fleur, it's for your own good." Harry replied and marched
her over to the vault horse.
"Uh, Harry, what's going on?" Dora asked a bit awkwardly as he and
Luna bent the protesting veela over the piece of gymnastic
equipment and restrained her arms and legs.
Harry smiled reassuringly at his metamorphmagus lover and began
explaining. "Nothing to worry about, Dora. As you know, Fleur is a
veela and has a veela's instincts, this includes a persistent desire to
be in charge during sex. Unfortunately, I like to be in charge during
sex as well and don't much appreciate her attempts to usurp control,
so I have remind her of her place every so often."
"All she did was throw a playful insult at me and I did provoke her
into it." Dora tried to argue, a bit disturbed by Fleur's pleas for mercy.
"No, Nymphadora, Harry is right." Luna piped up. "If he doesn't keep
her in line, Fleur will just keep getting more and more demanding
until all three of us are doing exactly what she wants all the time. It
isn't her fault really, all veela are like that. Take just now for instance,
I wanted to play with Septima too, but Fleur insisted that I lick her
vagina. And she knows that Harry's penis is on a 'first come first
serve' basis, she didn't have any right to complain if you didn't feel
like sharing."
Harry decided that a quote was in order. "Everything is about sex,
except sex. Sex is about power. Fleur here…" He punctuated his
words with a slap to the veela's rump that made her yelp at the slight
sting. "… is practically a living embodiment of that little saying. If I
don't put her in her place, she'll put me in mine."
Though she still looked unconvinced, Dora nodded anyway.
"So, how do you even go about 'putting Fleur in her place'?" She
asked.
"First, I need to get her desperately horny." Harry answered,
amused.
"Just let him show you, Nymphadora." Luna chipped in. "We can
play with each other in the meanwhile since Harry needs to stay
close to Fleur to make sure that she doesn't set anything on fire."
"On fire?" Dora repeated in alarm.
"Yes, now tell me what you're in the mood for, sixty-nine, strapless
dildo or futa play?"
"Isn't it nice to see them getting along so well?" Harry asked the
bound veela, giving her rear another light smack.
"'Arry, let me go." She whined.
"You know I can't do that. You've been a bad girl, Fleur. Just look at
what you've done to poor Septima."
Fleur looked sideways at the gagged and blindfolded witch, seeing
that she was practically shaking with arousal and panting through
her nose. She was also keening into the ballgag and using her legs
to try pulling Harry towards her, clearly desperate for attention. The
arousal wafting from her, both the physical sense of smell and the
saturation of it in her aura, was starting to drive her instincts crazy.
It was about then that she realised something important.
"You set me up." She whispered. "You aren't doing this over what I
said to Nymmie, you were going to do it anyway."
"Very good." Harry praised, running his fingers gently over her back.
"Not entirely correct though. I was certainly expecting you to do
something that needed correcting and prepared accordingly, but I
wouldn't have done it if you had behaved yourself."
"I will get you back for this." Fleur promised.
Harry leaned down to whisper into her ear. "You'll try, and then we'll
do this again."
Fleur shivered, aroused in spite of herself. She wanted to ride Harry
until he was looking at her in glassy-eyed devotion, but she also
loved his strength. It was a terribly confusing situation for a veela to
be in, but she wouldn't trade it for the world.
Seeing that she wasn't going to reply, Harry turned his attention to
Septima, stepping closer to her and placing his hand on her cheek.
The former professor rubbed her face against his hand like an
attention starved kitten, even mewling almost like one. Her legs went
around his waist and tried to maneuver his member inside her.
"None of that now." Harry chided as he sidestepped her grasping
legs, eliciting a pitiful whine from the gagged witch. "I'm sure you
heard what we were talking about just now, Septima. I could really
use your help to discipline Fleur. There's a reward waiting for you at
the end if you agree."
Septima nodded frantically without even pausing to think.
"I'm going to need some of your blood, is that alright with you?"
Septima nodded again. She knew full well that letting someone take
her blood was incredibly dumb, but she also couldn't help the
excitement she felt at being put even further in Harry's power.
"Such a good girl." He cooed, giving the chain connecting her nipple
clamps a light tug to make her squeal.
Harry used a pre-prepared syringe to draw a little blood and then he
used a knife to cut a small lock of Fleur's hair. With the material
components prepared, he forged a powerful, one-way connection
going from Septima to Fleur, far stronger than the Sensation Link he
used so frequently because it had a much firmer anchor.
Fleur immediately jerked in her bonds with a soft cry as her body
was assaulted by the sensations that Septima was feeling.
Harry moved until he was behind the former Arithmancy professor
and pressed himself up against her, making sure that she could feel
his erection throbbing against her lower back.
"These must be making you sore." He murmured into her ear,
tugging on the nipple chain again. "Would you like me to take them
off?"
Septima nodded vigorously and nearly cried out in relief as her sore
nipples were released from the pinching hold of the clamps and the
weight pulling on them.
"Better?" Harry asked, using his hands to gently massage the
recently freed nipples, adding a little touch of magic to cool them.
Septima shuddered and gurgled helplessly in his grip, already on the
verge of orgasm from the stimulation and nobody had even touched
her between the legs yet.
Meanwhile, Fleur was trying to control her breathing, but it was a
failing effort. Her body was being overwhelmed with sensation, which
would have been fine if they weren't empty sensations. Veela
needed magical partners to feel fulfilled, otherwise it was just
frustrating.
Harry knew this of course, and was exploiting it to the fullest.
"You've got a choice now Septima." He whispered, taking her
blindfold off and going back to massaging her breasts. "I could give
you what you want right now. I could fuck your hungry arse until you
spray girlcum all over Fleur over there, or…"
Septima was nearly hyperventilating in excitement at the imagery
invoked by his crude language. Her, hanging from this iron bar while
he pounded into her from behind until she came and drenched the
veela now looking at her as best she was able from the bound
position she was in… Only the promise in Harry's last word kept her
from nodding immediately.
"Or, you could hold on a little longer and prove to me how strong you
are. There might even be a reward in it for you."
Septima desperately wanted to pick the first option, but Harry knew
exactly how to push her buttons. It wasn't like there was anything
holding her in place except the desire to impress him and get
rewarded for it, so she tightened her grip on the iron bar and planted
her feet more firmly, choosing further torment over immediate
gratification.
"Good girl." Harry said approvingly and moved away from her.
"You see what a good girl Septima is, Fleur?" He asked the veela
once he was back at her side. "Maybe if you were that good, we
wouldn't have to do this."
"Hmpf." Fleur snorted, though the disdain it was supposed to convey
was rather ruined by her lusty panting. "Even like this, I still get what
I want."
"Maybe you do," Harry agreed. "but you get it on my terms."
Fleur looked away and tried to focus on her breathing instead of on
the maddening male musk so close to her face or the powerful magic
emanating from him.
"Ah ah ah! You haven't earned that yet." Harry chided, stepping
away.
Fleur snapped back to awareness and realised that she'd been
straining her neck in an attempt to get his erect member in her
mouth. She shook her head in an attempt to clear away the fog of
lust and instinct that was creeping into her consciousness, but it was
useless. The blood anchored Sensation Link was still feeding her
Septima's excitement and Harry's proximity was doing the rest of the
work. Soon, she'd lose control entirely.
Harry saw the downy fuzz appearing over her body and smiled,
running his hands across the stuff and occasionally sending a jolt of
feeling into Fleur's with a small spell.
"What's happening to Fleur?" Dora asked from the bed a couple of
minutes later, finally noticing the transformation.
Harry turned to look at her and Luna, noting that they had apparently
moved from sixty-nine to doggy-style, though there were no
metamorph shenanigans involved this time. Rather, it was Luna
wearing a strapless dildo, enchanted to stay put and vibrate of
course.
"She's transforming." Harry explained, casually pressing on Fleur's
anus with a knuckle and making her jerk in place as the nerves there
were stimulated. "Veela can transform into a pseudo bird creature
when angry as you know, but what you may not know is that it also
happens if they're horny enough and don't get satisfied. The latter is
far more dangerous. If I let her go now, she'd do her level best to
fuck every single one of us until she was satisfied, whether we
wanted to or not."
Dora took a look at the bound veela and could believe it. Fleur was
covered in a coating of white and pale yellow fuzz like a newborn
chick and her face had lost the ethereal beauty it usually possessed
in favor of sharp, almost cruel features. She was also panting and
stuggling wildly to get free of her bonds and her aura was flaring
violently.
"Of course, the transformation isn't quite done yet." Harry continued.
He stepped behind the veela as if he was about to stick his member
into her flodded entrance, but he only placed his tip to it and stood
still.
This seemed to be some kind of breaking point for Fleur as she
started thrashing violently and bucking backwards, clearly desperate
to have him inside her, but Harry still didn't budge.
The transformation continued to progress with the veela's rising
frustration. The fuzz covered her completely, her arms sprouted
feathers, her hands and feet turned taloned and her face sharpened
further until it became a curved beak.
Then, with a loud shriek of frustration that was charged with magic
like phoenix song, a pair of white wings burst from her shoulder
blades.
"Whoa…" Dora said in an awed whisper, staring at the new
appendages with wide eyes.
"So pretty…" Luna said at the same time, having never seen the
transformation go this far before.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Harry grinned, acting as if he wasn't actually
focusing most of his attention on blocking the transformed Fleur's
attempts to conjure fire, free herself and rape them all.
"Now what?" Dora asked, still staring at the beating white wings.
Both she and Luna had were thoroughly distracted from their own
play and simply settled in to watch what Harry was going to do next.
"Now I fuck her silly, obviously." He smirked and thrust forward,
sinking himself into Fleur's gushing, scorching hot entrance in a
single motion.
The transformed veela gave another avian shriek that was
something between triumph and frustration.
Harry knew that words would no longer reach Fleur, but that was
alright. He had a more primal means of communication in mind. She
had been grasping at his soul for some time already, trying to Join
with him and compel him to fuck her, but he had resisted it thus far.
Now he reached out himself, wrapping the wild blaze of her magic in
his own and pushing down on it, making it clear that he would be
setting the pace and tone of their coupling.
She fought him of course, it was in a veela's nature to do so, to
dominate and control those they had sex with and Harry had
deliberately brought that nature out into the open instead of allowing
it to stay hidden behind the deceptive beauty and grace. The
transformation was so advanced now that her human mind was little
more than a distant whisper in her subconcious, but she recognised
the powerful magic of the wizard that was trying to tame her again
and struggled with all her might to prove herself the stronger.
But no matter how much she fought, struggled and screeched, Harry
held on, kept her magic contained and refused to move beyond that
initial thrust.
It wasn't an easy thing to do. He was damned horny himself and the
heat around him was incredible. Worse, she could feel his lust and
was pulling on it like a champion, her magic promising pleasures
untold if he would just give in.
But he had done this before and was far too attached to his selfcontrol to surrender it, so they simply stayed in place for several long
minutes until Fleur's instinct for control lost the battle against her
desire and she slumped on the now sweat soaked vault horse with a
defeated warble.
Harry groaned in relief as he was finally able to start moving. Holding
back had been excruciatingly hard in more ways than one and he
was glad he didn't have to anymore.
Fleur no longer struggled after admitting defeat, the primal mindstate
she was in didn't allow for that kind of deception. She simply settled
down and let herself be fucked, waiting for the prize she could feel
would be coming soon.
And indeed it did. Harry couldn't possibly hope to last long with the
tight grip her furnace of a vaginal canal had on him and found
himself groaning his release in short order.
Fleur trilled happily as she felt the powerful seed flooding into her,
triggering her own orgasm and causing her to clamp down even
more tightly, not wanting a single drop to escape.
Harry was perfectly happy to stay buried inside her while he emptied
the load all this teasing had built up in him.
The transformation started reversing soon after, the large white
wings giving a final beat before they vanished, the beak and talons
receding, the fuzz disappearing. Harry destroyed the blood and hair
and undid her bindings as soon as this process began.
"Whoa…" Dora whispered again, having watched the entire
spectacle with fascination.
"It's such a shame that only Harry can play with her like that." Luna
sighed in disappointment.
"Huh?" The metamorphmagus asked.
"You remember how Luna said I have to stay close to prevent her
from setting fire to anything?" Harry asked, casually moving to
Fleur's side and letting the dazed veela clean him with her mouth.
"Uh-huh?" Dora nodded, idly wondering at how weird it was that it
wasn't weird to have a conversation with someone that was having
his cock sucked.
"Well that was quite literal. The real battle for dominance was in the
Joining. The physical restrains were only there to keep her from
shredding anyone with her beak or talons, but if I wasn't nearby to
destabilise her attempts to use magic, she would have easily burned
herself free and then we'd all have been fucked, first literally and
then figuratively."
"And we aren't strong enough to fight Fleur like that." Luna added.
Dora was both skeptical and slightly offended by that. Not that she
had any particular desire to dominate Fleur, but she was a damned
auror! Surely she could handle one measly veela?
"Well, nevermind that now!" Harry said cheerfully, pulling his once
again erect member out of Fleur's mouth. "Who wants to go next?"
Septima screamed into the ballgag as loudly as she could, gyrating
violently in place.
"Uh, I think you might want to take her of her first." Dora suggested,
staring at the veritable river of sexual fluids running down the former
professor's legs in shock. She'd heard of hosepipes, but damn .
"She does look like she needs it." Luna opined.
"You hear that Septima? I guess it's your turn." Harry said, smiling at
the middle-aged witch.
Septima sobbed with relief and hopped in place from foot to foot as if
she desperately had to visit the restroom, though peeing was the
absolute last thing on her mind right now.
Later .
Post-coital cuddling worked slightly differently with multiple partners.
Generally it just happened to be between whoever was still awake at
the time.
At the moment, that was just Harry and Dora. Septima had
orgasmed so hard after the prolonged teasing that it had knocked
her out, Fleur had been docile as a kitten for the remainder of the fun
and had curcled up with a tired Luna a short while ago, leaving only
the two of them left awake.
"I forgot to ask, how did your parents react when you told them about
this?" Harry murmured, running his fingers through his lover's
currently dark blue hair.
The metamorphmagus blew out a breath of air, feeling too
comfortable and relaxed to tense up.
"I haven't told them yet."
"Didn't you say that you'd do it today?"
"Yeah, but I didn't."
"Okay."
"I'll do it tomorrow, I swear."
"No rush."
"Cool." Dora murmured and promptly fell asleep, the scalp massage
proving too great a foe in her current condition.
Harry smiled slightly to himself and shifted the two of them into a
more comfortable position. If there was one downside to having this
many women, it was the fact that the bed was never big enough. It
could take up as much space as a football field and it would still be
too damn small since everyone would just crowd the same spot.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone