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I. Submissive?
Daphne beamed at Harry and eagerly stretched her body up in order to kiss him. Her stretch ended with her heels briefly coming out of her high heel pumps so she could reach all the way up.
His hands found her arse and used that generous grip to pull her closer. The balance and lift from the hold he had on her arse, plus her being flush against him, ensured that she didn’t either come out of her shoes or topple over. Grateful for the assist, but even more grateful to be able to enjoy a passionate snog with the man she loved, she moaned into Harry’s mouth. Today had been a long day, and there was something relaxing and soothing about kissing him like this, despite the heat and passion they both poured into that kiss. The day had been a good one, overall, but it had still been long.
She was content to snog her lover for as long as time would afford them, and that snog lasted long enough for Tracey to walk by the open door to their bedroom and freeze.
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Tracey was pretty sure that Harry had already noticed her presence. She’d been around them all enough by now to have picked up on his ability to seemingly always be supernaturally aware of his surroundings. Really, she’d started to notice that not long after he and Daphne first started to date, quite a bit before they’d even officially announced any involvement with Astoria and Narcissa, and ages before Gabrielle Delacour entered the picture. So, yes, it was a near certainty that Harry was well aware Tracey was there, standing in the corridor and watching her best friend and her boyfriend (and Merlin, that term seemed so inadequate to describe what Harry Potter meant to Daphne) together in their bedroom through the door they’d left cracked open. He hadn’t said anything or acted as if he’d noticed her, but he’d shown his alertness too many times in her presence for her to believe he didn’t know she was there.
Daphne was a different story, though. She looked far too wrapped up in her moment with her lover to have noticed Tracey, and Tracey found it so compelling that she couldn’t help but watch them, despite thinking it was something she should be ashamed of. With every day that passed, she felt like she was becoming even weaker and less able to resist the temptation to watch each time that these situations presented themselves.
As she watched them this time, her first thought was about how ridiculously attractive her best friend was. Daphne had always been gorgeous, as had Astoria, but Tracey hadn’t ever felt like she wasn’t the equal of either Greengrass sister when it came to looks. If anything, she looked more like a third Greengrass sister. Once all three of them had grown up, they could have been confused for triplets. Their proportions had always been very close to each other, and their bodies had even developed around the same age. There were only a few differences here and there, mostly in their facial features, that would dispel the idea of them being triplets, but Tracey didn’t think they would have much trouble convincing a stranger that they really were sisters.
That was before, though. These days, Tracey didn’t feel like the equal that she used to. The time and effort that both Greengrass sisters had put into working out had led to some minor, but undeniably positive, changes to their bodies. The fruits of that effort were on display right now by what Daphne was wearing, even more so than Tracey felt they would have been if she were naked. The tight, high-waisted pencil skirt hugged every curve and emphasized that Daphne’s already tiny waist had gotten even smaller, while her stomach was more defined than before. Her arse was a bit larger, firmer, and rounder, too. The skirt may have covered her legs from view at the moment, but Tracey knew they had gotten even leaner as well, in the best way possible.
Daphne’s already thin waist getting even slimmer served to emphasize her arse, which had gotten bigger and firmer on its own as a result of her efforts, and then was made to look even larger in comparison to her waist. While her breasts hadn’t gotten any bigger, the slimmer waist made them look larger, and they might have even gotten a bit perkier than before, too. Of course, the fact that they were currently smushed against Harry’s chest while she kissed him made them look even bigger than usual at the moment.
It wasn’t just the physical changes that had Tracey feeling like something less than an equal. She was confident she could catch up there now that she was putting in an effort to exercise like they had. But she had a much harder time picturing herself ever walking around with the confidence that Daphne and Astoria now possessed. Neither of them had lacked self-confidence to begin with, but these days, they both walked around like they knew they were the most desirable witches in existence. That confidence was deserved, too, because it was true. The confidence came to them naturally, without conscious thought. They would strut with an extra sway in their hips without even meaning to, exuding a confidence that was so incredibly attractive. Having two witches as attractive as Narcissa and Gabi around didn’t hurt the appeal, either.
More than that, they benefited greatly from having a wizard as attractive and supportive as Harry Potter at their side. That he was such an attractive man was by no means a minor factor in the equation. His looks drew attention to just how attractive any of his four girlfriends were when they were pictured alongside him. It really helped whoever was looking at the picture appreciate just how attractive a couple they made, or a group, if more than one of his girlfriends was in the picture with him.
As much as his looks did add to the package, though, it was his support that was the biggest contribution Harry Potter made to the way that Daphne and Astoria carried themselves. For Tracey, the example that stuck out the most came when she had referred to Potter Manor as ‘your boyfriend’s manor’ during a conversation with Daphne and some other friends a few months earlier. She hadn’t thought anything of it, and neither Daphne or Astoria had made any comment about it, but the first time she’d referred to the manor that way with Harry present, he had swiftly corrected her by telling her that it was their house, too, not just his.
She knew that the only one of his girlfriends that had technically been true for was Narcissa as Lady Black, though now she knew there was some legal recognition surrounding Harry defying the veela nation and taking Gabrielle under his protection that meant his home was as much hers as Delacour Manor was. But regardless of any technicalities, Harry had made it abundantly clear that this home belonged to Daphne and Astoria every bit as much as it belonged to him. He’d done it kindly, diplomatically, saying that he supposed Greengrass Manor would always be what Tracey thought of when she thought of the manor that her two longtime friends could claim as theirs. That had been a graceful way for him to allow her to avoid embarrassing herself, but the correction was made, and she’d never forgotten that show of support.
It probably wasn’t the most overt example of how Harry supported Daphne and Astoria and helped them gain so much confidence, but it was the one she always remembered first. That was probably because it was directed at her. But she would never forget that the manor had just been built, it was valued at more than what anyone would consider a fortune, and he had casually, firmly declared that his girlfriends owned it as much as he did. No one had doubted the truth of his words for a second, either. It didn’t come off as the attitude of a naive boyfriend. It felt more like he was correcting someone referring to his wife’s home as ‘your husband’s home.’ Ring or not, Harry Potter clearly felt that everything he had also belonged to his girlfriends, and he wasn’t shy about correcting anyone who thought otherwise.
Daphne finally noticed her presence out of the corner of her eye, and her smile as she kissed Harry dragged Tracey out of her thoughts. That joyful smile could make any woman jealous, and Tracey was no exception. Only a woman who was getting everything she could ever want would smile like that.
“You’re always watching,” Daphne said after breaking the kiss, taunting Tracey. She didn’t get to say anything more than that before Harry gave her a very firm smack on the arse.
“Behave,” he said, in a tone of voice that would have even had Tracey rushing to obey if it had been used on her. But Daphne just grinned cheekily, serving as a reminder to Tracey that, ever since they were little, no one told Daphne what to do. She was almost always in charge in any situation, even if everyone else involved didn’t realize it. Astoria was much the same way, though there were differences in how they asserted themselves. Daphne was bossy in a good way, while Astoria was an amusing brat.
These days, even Narcissa seemed happy to let Daphne be the ‘lead’ girlfriend, from what Tracey saw. Narcissa was roughly her equal most of the time, but Tracey observed how Daphne took charge and made certain decisions for the collective, such as when Tracey was around and they were deciding who Harry would shag first. All of his girlfriends were interested, but Daphne was the one who set the order. It wasn’t like she rushed to seize the chance to boss the others around, either. It had just been the natural state of things, and all of the others followed along.
Knowing her best friend as she did, Tracey wasn’t surprised to see Daphne turn her body to face her as she opened her mouth, a playful grin shining on her face as she returned to teasing her.
One of the few things Daphne did these days that Tracey would happily take a little less of was the teasing about things that she was uncomfortable with. Her friend would never prod at anything too serious, but if Tracey was flustered about something, Daphne didn’t hesitate to use it to tease her to the point that it became so commonplace that it no longer flustered her.
That was assuming Tracey stuck around long enough to let her do so, though, and she didn’t plan on doing so this time. She usually walked away when Daphne started up with this, and she was about to do so now as Daphne opened her mouth.
“You just can’t help it, ca—ahh!”
Daphne only got a few words in before Harry cut her off in shockingly effective fashion. The warning spank he’d given her before hadn’t done it, but Harry reaching his hand around and grabbing Daphne firmly by the throat was far more effective. His other hand held Daphne’s wrists behind her back so quickly and with such little effort that Tracey hadn’t even noticed him grabbing her arms in the first place.
“I told you to behave yourself, didn’t I?” Harry’s voice was so soft that Tracey had to focus hard to be able to hear what he said, but the firm authority in those soft words were impossible to miss. In another situation, with different people, his actions and words probably would have felt wholly different and legitimately dangerous to Tracey. But it was incredibly obvious based on her wide-eyed, flushed excitement that Daphne loved the action her lover had taken.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.
“And you couldn’t help yourself.” Harry shook his head. “But I’ll be generous. Apologize right now and you’ll avoid a punishment.”
“It seems to me like she might want a punishment,” Tracey said. Daphne’s face looked flushed when Tracey looked at her, though she assumed that was mostly a sign of arousal rather than any indication that her teasing had hit the mark. It seemed pretty unlikely that such a mild line would have any real impact on Daphne, given how open pretty much every bloody witch Harry Potter shagged was about how much they enjoyed being ‘punished’ by his hand, literally and figuratively.
“No,” Harry laughed. “There’s a difference between the kind of punishment you’re thinking of and the type of punishment that I warned her she would face if she didn’t reign her teasing in a little bit.” Daphne actually did blush now after Harry’s open admission that they had discussed her teasing of Tracey, and that she’d been told that she would be punished if she didn’t lay off.
“I’m sorry, Tracey,” Daphne said without delay.
Tracey marveled at what she was seeing. She had seen and heard plenty by now, but this was different. She had been preparing herself as best she could mentally for seeing what Stori was into, and had been expecting to see Harry dominate any of his girlfriends in the bedroom. She had even witnessed him and Narcissa having a moment, but for some reason, this just felt different to her.
Seeing Daphne like this was so unexpected. Her best friend had never been anything but in control, and Tracey had sort of assumed that this was the case even with Harry, given how well they had him wrapped around their fingers. But this was the first time she had ever seen Daphne submit to anyone, and there was no doubt that she was submitting fully and without any resistance. She had no control at all right now, and she did not rebel against that prospect. Very briefly, Tracey toyed with the idea of refusing to accept Daphne’s apology to see if that would earn her that promised punishment. But she figured they would both see through it, and besides, she knew Daphne well enough to know that the apology was real, even if Harry had commanded her to give it in the first place.
“I accept your apology,” she said, nodding faintly, unable to look away from the sight of her gorgeous best friend being so casually dominated by her boyfriend.
“She might have escaped any punishment, but I’m still going to need to remind your best friend of a few things, Tracey,” Harry said, interrupting her staring. “Why don’t you head out now? Shut the door behind you, please. Everyone will be arriving soon, and we don’t need to risk having any inappropriate sounds traveling all the way downstairs for her father to have to hear.”
Tracey blushed even harder than Daphne did in response to what he said. Only when Harry suggested that it was time for her to go did she realize she was no longer standing out in the hallway and had taken several steps inside the bedroom itself without even noticing. When had that happened? Had she really been so distracted staring at Daphne’s breasts and watching her best friend submit for the first time that her feet moved of their own accord, bringing her closer?
Shaking her head, she took several strides back out through the door and began to shut it behind her. Before she could close it, though, she hesitated. Leaving was the safe thing to do, the smart thing to do. But it wasn’t what she wanted to do. She wanted to stay, and couldn’t talk herself out of turning back around.
“Can I stay?” she asked quietly. “Can I, um, watch? I won’t interrupt, I promise.”
Daphne probably would have laughed at the request if she wasn’t already preoccupied. Somehow, in that short moment that it had taken for Tracey to talk to the door, move to close it, and hesitate, Harry had already gotten her skirt on the floor. Daphne was down to just her heels and nothing else, and her wrists were now bound behind her. One of his hands was still wrapped around Daphne’s throat, but his other hand was now roughly playing with one of Daphne’s nipple piercings. Her best friend’s little wordless cries and the look in her eyes told Tracey clearly that she was loving this. Even if part of what she enjoyed was Harry grabbing her throat firmly enough that no sound made it out.
Harry didn’t laugh at her, as Daphne surely would have. He lifted his head and offered a friendly grin. “Go ahead. I’m not sure how much I should warn you about what is about to happen, but I’m sure you have to have at least some idea. I know how you witches love to talk. Don’t worry, this won’t be anything close to what this slut’s little sister gets off on.”
Tracey took a seat and watched Harry push Daphne onto the bed by the hold he had on her neck. It was interesting to watch, because even though it was a rough maneuver, the care with which he pulled Daphne was evident to Tracey’s eyes. His girlfriends talked about how he always knew how to walk the line and give them what they wanted, including rough stuff and dominance, while simultaneously looking out for them and protecting them. This was a clear example of that in action right in front of her.
“You’re not going to spank her first?” Tracey asked when Harry began to undress. Almost immediately, she had gone back on her promise not to interrupt, though Harry didn’t scold her for it like he probably would have if Daphne had done the same right now.
“The only way you’re seeing me get spanked is if I deserve it,” Daphne fired back quickly. “Or if I get to see you taken over his knee, too. And you already accepted my apology, so the first option’s out.” While Harry chuckled at the banter between the pair, Tracey blushed at the idea Daphne presented. She said nothing, but she had a feeling her traitorous imagination would picture and dwell on what that might be like later.
Harry didn’t spank Daphne, though Tracey didn’t miss the uncertain glance she sent his way. It told her that regardless of what she might proclaim, if Harry decided otherwise, Daphne wouldn’t have any choice in the matter. Whether she ‘deserved’ it or not, she would be over his knee in an instant if he decided that was where he wanted her. Instead of doing so, though, he just finished getting naked, and all thoughts of Daphne being taken over Harry’s knee vanished from Tracey’s mind. This was the first look she’d gotten at Harry’s cock when it hadn’t already been used to shag someone (or multiple someones, most of the time.)
Daphne just smirked at her blatant staring while Harry banished his clothes out of the way. Tracey noticed her friend’s smirk, but she couldn’t tear her eyes off of that monster. It was almost impossibly out of place on his frame, even with the generous growth spurt he’d had and the muscle he’d added to his body. It wasn’t the length of the cock that truly made her stare, or not just the length of the cock, anyway. The girth was what shocked Tracey most of all. The girth hadn’t been noticeable when the length was what was allowed to stand out by towering over even Lavender’s massive arse. And when Narcissa had been sucking it, Tracey hadn’t fully appreciated how wide the witch had to stretch her jaw just to swallow it, let alone somehow fit it into her throat.
The things she’d heard Stori could do to this cock with her mouth beggared belief now that she truly grasped both how long and how thick Harry Potter was. She would have been certain it was all nonsense if so many others in their group hadn’t confirmed it already by acting so normal and unaffected whenever such wild stories were told. Clearly, it had to be true, otherwise at least one person would have reacted to a falsehood at least once while Tracey was looking for that kind of tell. She couldn’t even imagine how it fit inside any witch’s sex, let alone a woman as petite as Gabi. The length could be worked around, since if it couldn’t completely fit, he could just slide in what she could manage. But the thickness either fit, or it didn’t. And in Tracey’s opinion, as impressive as the length was, the girth was an even greater outlier.
There was no need to imagine the sight, because she got to witness Harry’s cock penetrating one of his lovers before she’d even finished formulating these thoughts racing through her head. He wasted no time before he had Daphne pinned by the throat and roughly shoved his cock inside her pussy. Daphne gripped the bedding beneath her fingers, which was when Tracey realized that Harry had somehow vanished the bindings that had restrained her arms without even making a gesture that she’d noticed. Daphne moaned loudly at the penetration. It was a moan full of plenty of pain, to be sure, but Tracey heard a great deal more pleasure in that moan. Maybe things would have been tipped more in the scale of pain if Harry hadn’t gotten her so wet and excited already, but despite his unfathomable size, he didn’t need to use any lubrication charm to slide in with ease.
Daphne began to look Tracey’s way, probably trying to see her before she was too distracted by the fuck to get a bit more teasing in. Or maybe she just wanted to see the look on Tracey’s face now that she was watching her get fucked. Whatever she wanted, she didn’t get either, because Harry took the hand that wasn’t on her throat and used it to give her a firm slap while he roughly shoved the rest of his cock inside her.
“I told you to behave already,” Harry said, his voice coming out in a growl. “You don’t get to taunt her about how she can always just ask to watch, and then taunt her when she does just that. Am I understood?”
The slap was hard enough that, despite having heard plenty of wild stories that made it clear that something like this could occur, and even being able to understand that this slap had actually been fairly tame for their standards, it was so alien to Tracey that was still about to speak up and protest without thinking. That really would have broken her promise not to interrupt while she watched, but to her relief, the first few shocked syllables that tumbled out of her mouth were cut off by Daphne’s incredibly loud, guttural, howled moan of pleasure. That shocked Tracey and shut her up.
“Yes, sir,” Daphne said. Tracey could scarcely believe how docile, submissive, and obedient her usually in charge friend sounded. There was no doubt here about who was in charge, nor that Daphne preferred it that way. Tracey might not have been able to imagine Daphne submitting like this, let alone loving doing so, but it wasn’t possible for her to deny the evidence she was seeing and hearing right in front of her. If this was what their group deemed to be an unremarkable level of dominance and submission, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what this might have looked like if the other Greengrass sister was in this bed instead.
Harry fucked Daphne with hard thrusts for barely a minute before Tracey heard her begging for permission. “Please, please, please!” was all Daphne said, so Tracey didn’t get clued in about what exactly she was begging for. Did she want him to slow down and take it easier on her? Was this too much for her? Or, Tracey thought, with a jolt that made her pulse quicken, was it not enough, maybe?
“Yes,” Harry said, grunting and fucking her even harder, somehow. Daphne screamed loudly, undoubtedly screaming with such intensity that her voice would be hoarse when he was finished, but she didn’t seem to give a damn about that. The orgasm that ripped through her was what she had been pleading for, obviously, and it consumed her. Tracey could see the liquid Daphne was squirting all over the bed, and it made her shake her head in wonder. She had never squirted during sex before. Hell, she wouldn’t have believed that an orgasm like the one she was watching her best friend enjoy right now was even possible, let alone that it could be done after barely two minutes of fucking.
Harry redoubled his efforts and fucked Daphne even harder, not letting up despite her screaming climax. The slap of his hips against her pelvis was fairly loud, and seemed even louder since Harry’s hand was back to applying pressure on Daphne’s throat, cutting off her moans and screams. His other hand slipped out of view, but Tracey was perceptive enough to know that it had to be doing something to stimulate Daphne’s clit.
Now that she was seeing this, Tracey understood why Harry’s lovers described this as brutal. She also understood why Hermione couldn’t walk properly after Harry got through fucking her, no matter how many chances her body had to get used to it. But she also knew that she didn’t understand a damn thing, because this didn’t seem like any real exertion from Harry. It felt like what she was witnessing, intense and incredible as it was, was leagues apart from what Harry and his lovers would consider to be intense. There wasn’t time for her to sort out those possibilities, though, because the activity on the bed was still not finished.
“Again?” Harry said, his voice filling the room as he teased Daphne. “Already? That’s quick even for you, you needy slut.” Daphne just nodded frantically. “Fine. You have my permission. I’m not gonna give you the air to ask for it again right now, so we might as well just get that part out of the way now, yeah?”
After no more than a dozen of those brutal, bed-shaking thrusts, Daphne arched and came, squirting just as hard as she had the first time. The bed beneath them was sopping wet, and Tracey stared at the mess, dumbfounded. He continued to fuck Daphne through it all, changing nothing aside from getting more vocal about things.
“You feel so fucking good when you cum on my cock like that,” he said after one thrust. After two more, he continued, but this time, he went with intimacy and passion rather than lust and dominance. “I love you, Daphne.” Tracey blushed, suddenly feeling like she was seeing something private. She felt more like an intruder now than she had through all of the explicit things she’d seen and heard up to this point.
“Love you too!” Daphne returned, with as much volume and strength as she could manage under her current circumstances. “Love you so much, Harry!”
Daphne came hard yet again, and then again for a fourth time perhaps a minute later. When she hit that fourth orgasm, Harry finally joined her. Tracey had seen some of the mess his orgasms could make, but it was surreal to watch it pour out of Daphne’s pussy even before he was finished cumming inside it.
She expected at least a brief pause after that, but there was none.
“The warm-up is over,” Harry said, before flipping Daphne over onto her front and pinning her against the mattress by the back of her neck. He began to pound into her harder than ever, harder than Tracey could believe was pleasurable for her best friend. And yet, the howling moans of ecstasy were so loud despite the sheet muffling them that Tracey knew she was wrong.
Harry fucked Daphne hard, making it clear with each thrust that what Tracey previously thought of as rough was not even close to the truth. She even got to witness her best friend get spanked after all, though it had a very different feel to it than anything that would be considered a punishment. Instead of taking her over his knee, Harry yanked on Daphne’s hair to force her into an exaggerated arch and used his other hand to lay into her arse with spanks that echoed around the bedroom, louder even than Daphne’ s screams. Before long, Daphne’s arse was a deep crimson, and she had somehow cum another three times.
Or was it four? Tracey had honestly lost count by that point. She had never had half a dozen orgasms in a single night. She’d had five with Lavender and Parvati, and considered that a level of sexual bliss she was unlikely to ever reach again. But Daphne had already had seven, maybe even eight orgasms in what couldn’t have been more than forty minutes total.
Harry filled Daphne’s pussy with a second thick load of semen before flipping her over, pushing her knees up by her head and against the bed, and mounting her. Tracey could feel how wide her eyes grew at the view she had from this angle, sitting directly behind Harry while he folded Daphne’s body in half and fucked her so hard she swore he was trying to get his cock into her lungs. Her pussy was so swollen, Harry’s cock was so gigantic, and he used his strength and body weight to try and destroy his girlfriend. Daphne’s moans and squeals were even louder than they had been before, which proved that this was indeed as intense as Tracey imagined it to be.
“Tell your best friend who owns you,” Harry demanded.
“You!” Daphne shouted, beginning even before he’d finished making the demand. “You do, Harry! You own me! I’m yours!”
Tracey said nothing, but she silently had to agree. Harry did own her best friend, in a sense that she wouldn’t have believed anyone, even him, could own Daphne Greengrass before witnessing this. It wasn’t just him having some claim on her body, or romancing her and having her become smitten with him. It was something different, something altogether more powerful and permanent than anything like that.
Daphne came yet again moments after loudly proclaiming Harry as her owner, and he responded by lacing his fingers into Daphne’s. He pinned her hands above her head and kissed her as his place slowed, though the thrusts themselves had just as much force behind them. He whispered a series of loving declarations to Daphne, about how much she meant to him, how happy she made him, and how perfect she was. Tracey blushed as she listened, watching this pattern play out again, the emotional intimacy coming after he’d ramped up the intensity physically. He had made it abundantly clear to Daphne that he was in charge, and now he was making it even clearer how much he loved her.
Though she’d sat through so much, Tracey almost wanted to leave now. It felt too intimate for her to witness this, but she couldn’t pull herself away from this particular view of watching Harry’s monster cock destroy her best friend. Before she knew it, Daphne had cum twice more, and Harry was yet again cumming so much that it poured out of Daphne, adding to the mess of bodily fluids that Tracey was sure the bedding had to be ruined, even with magic to assist in the cleaning. But logic would suggest that their group had already somehow solved that issue, and the bedding would thus be able to be cleaned far more easily than she anticipated. Either that, or they had an endless supply of new bedding stored somewhere to constantly replace it each time it got soiled.
Daphne gasped and shuddered as Harry pulled out of her, and Tracey marveled at how long it took for him to get all of his cock out of her pussy, and then at how swollen and gaped open that Daphne looked between her legs. Harry noticed her look and laughed.
“I did my best to keep it tame for you,” he said, “but I don’t think your best friend is going to be complaining too much about that.”
Tracey didn’t even know what to say to the idea that everything she’d just seen was what he, and the, considered tame. Eventually, she decided to resort to humor. “What, you couldn’t give her an even dozen orgasms, Potter?” She was pretty sure the count had ended at eleven, which was ridiculous to even consider.
Harry gave her an amused smile and waved his hand, magically cleaning all of the mess off of Daphne’s body. Even Tracey had to admit that such a casual display of power was absurdly attractive.
That cleaning done, he knelt down, and Daphne started to babble about being too sensitive as he roughly spread her legs. He didn’t listen, instead just holding Daphne in place by the back of her thighs and diving in. He devoured Daphne’s pussy, drawing crazed, shrieking squeals out of her. Tracey watched in awe as Harry used his mouth and tongue to get Daphne off one more time, reaching the even dozen after all. And he did it as quickly and effortlessly as if it was her first, and she’d been waiting for it all day. Daphne sprayed the bedding below her as she came for such a long time that Tracey thought her best friend might end up a husk by the time her lover was finished giving her orgasms.
Harry stood up, his face covered with the mess Daphne’s latest orgasm made, and licked his lips. “There,” he said. “An even dozen. Can’t have you saying I didn’t take proper care of my girlfriend, now can I?” He sounded smug, which she couldn’t remember ever hearing from him before. But she couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t earned the right to be as smug as he pleased after that. Tracey said nothing, just staring in silence as Harry headed into the shower. Somehow, his cock still looked as hard as it was when they first began.
“You sure you don’t want to try that out, Trace?” Daphne mumbled some time later. She still hadn’t moved, but she was at least coherent enough to carry a conversation. Tracey, on the other hand, stayed quiet, until Daphne let out a tired laugh. “I won’t bring it up again for a while. I’ll let you see everything first, you little voyeur. But just keep in mind that, once you’ve seen everything, I’m going to ask again. If you say no that time, it’ll be the last chance you get. I’ll even talk him into going down on you the very first time you try him out. Can’t have my best friend getting anything but the very best, if she wants it.”
Without thinking, Tracey began to blurt out a response. “I don’t think he’d ever do something so submissive for me the first time he ever—”
Daphne finally lifted her head and looked her way. She looked utterly exhausted and sapped of all strength, but it was clear that she’d found what Tracey started to say hilarious, so much so that Tracey’s mouth snapped shut before she could get any further.
“Trace, what the bloody hell did you just see him do to me that was even remotely submissive?” she asked.
Tracey didn’t get a chance to answer that question, because a naked Gabi hurried through the door and straight into the bathroom and shower without even noticing that Tracey was sitting there. Somehow, she did give Daphne a quick kiss as she passed her, though.
Tracey didn’t pay the passing veela much attention, either, because she was thinking about how correct Daphne was. She needed to let go of the idea that a wizard eating pussy was some submissive act that prideful wizards refused to perform for their witches. For the wizards around this group, at least, that was rubbish. After all, Harry had just used that supposedly submissive act to not only provide Daphne with a torrent of pleasure, but also thoroughly dominate her, too.
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II. Sex Around Every Corner
Daphne and Astoria gave Tracey a look that clearly asked her why she had stopped following them and was looking into the sitting room.
Their parents, Fleur, Apolline, and Sebastian were all over at Potter Manor on this Saturday afternoon, having come over earlier to exercise. It was an effort at self-improvement they had all begun to make recently, even Fleur. Now, they were all just sitting around together, making themselves comfortable. This was Daphne’s home, and Astoria’s—Harry had made that abundantly clear to Tracey. And they felt it was wonderful to have their parents in their home with such regularity, or when they weren’t gathered here, for the group to all be over at Greengrass Manor.
The sisters might not have understood why she’d stopped at first, but the shocked look on her face got them to walk back and look into the sitting room to see what she was staring at.
“They’re so shameless!” Tracey whispered, feeling heat creep up the back of her neck. She’d whispered so she wouldn’t be heard by those in the sitting room, and Daphne and Astoria’s shared laugh was quiet enough that it didn’t draw any attention their way either. Lavender and Parvati were clad in what were their standard outfits, just high heels and tiny thongs, and utterly bare above the waist. Jaw-dropping as that sight would have been for anyone unfamiliar with their group, Tracey had been around enough that Parvati and Lavender practically being naked wasn’t that noteworthy at this point.
What had drawn her attention was that Parvati was pressed up tight against Edmund, breasts squished against his side as she held his arm and spoke with him playfully, flirtatiously. Lavender had done the same with Sebastian, and Fleur was on Edmund’s other side. The men’s wives, Aella and Apolline, were seated nearby, not only watching and laughing at the pair, but outright encouraging them by making comments purely to keep them engrossed in conversation with the pair of topless witches.
Neither wizard looked bothered by their situation, and why would they? Sebastian did look a tiny bit uncomfortable when Lavender purposefully shook her big arse around, but there was obviously a unique reason for that, courtesy of his wife, and Hermione even more so. Lavender’s flirtatious, arousing behavior had to be causing a great deal of discomfort in his trousers.
“You two don’t care about any of this?” Tracey asked the sisters.
“Hermione and Pansy are shagging them both,” Astoria drawled. “Fleur would have no issues fucking our father right in front of us if he let her. Do you really think this would be the tipping point for us?”
“But-but your mum and Apolline,” Tracey said, shaking her head and trying to find solid ground to justify her shock, prove she wasn’t the one being odd. “They’re married to them, but they’re encouraging it.”
“Are you bothered by it, Tracey?” Daphne asked, rolling her eyes. “Parvati and Lavender are just ridiculous flirts and teases. They aren’t shagging them, so you don’t have to worry about seeing that. Though you shouldn’t think that it couldn’t happen one day. I don’t know if they’ll ever choose to do so, but it wouldn’t be a huge surprise to any of us.”
“I wasn’t even thinking that,” Tracey said quickly. “And it wouldn’t matter anyway. Not for me. I just, I mean, you have to realize how insane this all is, don’t you?” Daphne and Astoria both laughed at that, and began to pull Tracey along.
“Yeah, we’re definitely aware,” Astoria said. “But as insane as that might be, it’s honestly mild compared to everything else. It’s mild compared to some of our activities that you’re already used to, even.”
“Sure,” Tracey said, “but that doesn’t mean I’m the odd one in the house for being shocked to see it.”
The trio of Narcissa, Hermione and Pansy, further ahead of them, walked by a corridor, and while she caught the hint of a smile on Narcissa’s face, Tracey could hear Hermione and Pansy laughing. It drew her attention down the corridor when she, Daphne, and Astoria passed it. She wouldn’t have missed it even if she hadn’t consciously been looking for it, though, because it wasn’t as if Harry and Gabi were concealed at all out in the middle of the corridor.
Much like Narcissa before her, Astoria and Daphne only smiled fondly when they saw it and didn’t react otherwise. They moved beyond the corridor without a word, not even slowing their steps to get a better look, or a longer one. For them and Narcissa, what they were seeing was the most normal, casual thing in the world, and it could have been found around any corner, in any home their group frequented, at any time. Tracey, on the other hand, briefly froze and blushed, because for her, this was anything but normal.
“You were whining that you needed to catch up on your exercise,” Daphne said, giving Tracey a joking pat on the arse as she and her sister continued to walk. “No time to waste gawking.” Tracey was pleased that her reaction was at least a bit more muted and under control than it would have been not so long ago as she dragged her eyes away from Harry and Gabi.
The little veela was wearing only a small sports bra and short, short spandex shorts, while Harry was in a t-shirt and shorts. He was leaning back against the wall with Gabrielle pulled backwards against him and wrapped up in his arms as he kissed her neck. Her bra was yanked up over one of her perky breasts so he could play with the small pierced nipple with one hand while the other took up residence beneath Gabrielle’s spandex shorts. The little veela was starting to moan as her lover played with her.
Both of them were still glistening with sweat after finishing their workouts, and Gabi’s incredible abs were displayed even more prominently than normal thanks to that glossy sheen. Seeing her like this reminded everyone in the group what great shape Gabrielle was in, not that any of them needed a reminder. Tracey could never forget how phenomenal the little veela looked, and that the rest of them got to see Gabi naked at least as often as they saw her clothed, so of course they didn’t need any reminders.
Harry briefly pulled his mouth off of Gabi’s neck and looked their way when Tracey lingered. He gave her a lopsided grin and pinched Gabi’s nipple between his fingers a bit harder, which made her wriggle and grind her arse into his crotch with a loud moan. Her eyes were closed, and she was paying them no mind. Already, she seemed to be so lost in what her lover, her ‘master’ was doing to her that she had no clue someone was watching them. Not that it would have made her hesitate if she was aware, of course.
Harry grinning at her while he pinched Gabi’s nipple made Tracey’s blush get a bit hotter, and she had no doubt that the soft laughter from Daphne and Astoria was a direct response to her embarrassment. Finally, the three of them made it into the gym, though Tracey’s breathing was irregular before they’d even started to exercise.
“There is sex happening around every fucking corner of this manor,” Tracey muttered.
“Untrue,” Daphne said, smiling with Astoria. “There wasn’t any sex going on upstairs.”
“Semantics,” Tracey said, rolling her eyes. “What we saw up there was everything short of sex. I bet if we went up there right now, we’d see Fleur bouncing away on your father’s—”
Astoria coughed loudly into her hand, not allowing Tracey to finish her thought. Tracey smirked at the sisters, pleased that she’d finally found something to use.
“That would be a bet you would lose,” Daphne laughed. “Even Fleur has some boundaries. But I see you’re beginning to get comfortable with how things work around here. And with that in mind, you’d better get that cute arse to work before I have my boyfriend take you over his knee and spank it until you’re calling him sir, too.” Tracey’s cheeks had to look more purple than red after Daphne hit her with that playful threat, and it made everyone in the gym laugh.
“Trust me, it’s pretty fun,” Pansy said once they’d all gotten their laughter out of the way. “Especially when he makes you scream his name afterwards!” Tracey glared at her former Slytherin dorm mate, but with how effective the teasing was at embarrassing her, the glare didn’t do much.
“Shut it, Parkinson,” she grumbled, “or I’ll make whatever deal I have to make with your girlfriend so you don’t get to have an orgasm until your next birthday.”
“Wouldn’t take much to convince me,” a laughing Hermione said playfully. “She knows how much I like it when she isn’t distracted by unnecessary things like receiving pleasure, so she can focus on things that actually matter, like me receiving pleasure.”
Now it was Pansy’s turn to blush. While it was only greeted with a wicked smirk from Hermione toward her girlfriend, and laughter from everyone else in the room, rather than any actual action, Tracey was just glad to have shifted the attention off of herself as she joined in the laughter.
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III. A Show at Sunset
With the exercising done for the day, everyone was now sitting outside and enjoying the beautiful sunset over the mountain line that Potter Manor was built on. Only magic could make such a stunning view possible, and they got to appreciate it on nearly a daily basis.
Lavender had already managed to claim a position that got her into the view of everyone in attendance, clad as she always was, in just that barely-there thong and those spike heel pumps. After all of the teasing and flirting with handsome older wizards that she and Parvati had enjoyed earlier, she was now teasing everyone by bending over at the waist so her upper body was parallel to the ground as she leaned on the back of a chair. Her legs were straight out and slightly spread, and her large breasts hung below her and swayed enticingly every time she moved.
Her boobs being on display was a bonus, but the biggest reason she’d chosen this position was obviously how it let her shake her arse. She managed to walk a line where it was obvious she was shaking her bum on purpose, and would be obvious even if you didn’t know her, but the intensity of her body’s motion was just causal enough that if anyone called her out on it, she could playfully pretend that it was all innocent and she had no idea what she was doing. It would be absurd, and no one would believe her at all, but that wasn’t the point. She didn’t care about anyone believing her. She just wanted to be able to pretend, and keep up the game.
“They’re so shameless.” Tracey whispered to Daphne for at least the dozenth time. They, of course, referred to both Lavender and her girlfriend Parvati. Daphne just gave Tracey another amused smile. At this point, it was entirely normal for all of them to see this level of teasing, flirting, and all-around shamelessness from both Lavender and Parvati. Everyone else had just been watching Lavender’s show in the sunset, letting the arousal and humor flow while they carried on normal conversations. They talked and laughed as if one of the sexiest women alive wasn’t effectively naked, displaying and shaking her generous assets solely to enjoy receiving their attention and drawing their appreciative gazes.
At the moment, Narcissa found Parvati to be more distracting than Lavender. She was proving enough of a distraction that Narcissa occasionally had trouble keeping up with the ongoing conversation, and she knew the same would be true for most of them soon, since Parvati was currently doing her best to give Harry a handjob while his trousers were still on.
Harry didn’t try to stop her. He knew she would just pout about her fun being ruined, and besides, he obviously didn’t mind having the model rubbing his erection through his clothes. He had given her a few heated looks, warning her not to try and turn it into a full-blown tease. But Narcissa knew that he was limited in how much he could punish Parvati for her teasing, and it was all because she had stepped in and decided that the in-demand model shouldn’t be punished until there was a suitable opening between photo shoots. They couldn’t risk doing anything that would interfere with her career, after all.
The protection Narcissa had provided her would only extend so far, because this was a very flimsy bit of cover, far flimsier than Parvati seemed to realize. She would feel every bit of a spanking from Harry, but some salve and healing charms could have her looking good as new in no time at all. Harry knew it, and Narcissa knew it. He was merely indulging Narcissa by even playing along, and Parvati clearly didn’t realize the full extent of it.
Still, she didn’t think he wanted to do it. He would probably start thinking about it too much if he did have to remove Narcissa’s protection from Parvati and take matters into his own hands. It wasn’t for Parvati’s sake that he was reluctant to step in. Rather, he knew how much Narcissa was enjoying her situation with Parvati, and he wouldn’t want to risk toppling it by getting involved after she’d set that ground rule about not punishing their model lover until she had a break from work. Narcissa would at least make sure that Parvati knew that she was playing with fire right now, though she was pretty sure Parvati wouldn’t mind getting burned by that fire a little bit. Every other witch involved with Harry enjoyed it when they brought it upon themselves, and she saw no reason why Parvati would be any different.
“If you don’t stop, you are going to end up over his knee, or worse,” Narcissa said casually. “And I will not protect you if it comes to that, either. You will have earned every bit of it if he decides he needs to get involved, and you must know by now that a lovely arse like yours can go from a deep crimson back to its normal shade quickly enough that it won’t interfere with your work schedule.” Parvati looked a bit embarrassed at being called out and warned, and that gave the group something fresh to laugh and joke about.
“Finally,” Fleur chimed in. “I was about to say that if she was going to be so distracting while we’re watching the sunset, she might as well be on her knees and putting on a real show for us to enjoy.”
No one else felt that the crass comment stood out at all, so it was only Tracey who blushed a bit and looked toward Fleur briefly as if expecting her to be reprimanded in some way. No one was going to do that, of course. What Fleur had just said was downright tame compared to many of the things that had been said and done by every person present, let alone Fleur, who was one of the lewdest in the group.
What was entertaining was that, while Narcissa’s warning had brought a rare look of embarrassment to Parvati’s face, thanks to being called out so bluntly by her specifically, Fleur’s suggestive comment had pushed Parvati on, straight back to her usual highly confident self, eager to be the center of attention.
“Well, if that’s what you would prefer, and no one else has any objections,” Parvati replied. Her voice was low, sultry, and full of excitement and lust. Aside from Tracey, everyone looked either amused or excited about seeing Parvati fulfill her promise. That included Harry, who rolled his eyes at Parvati in a way that let the gorgeous model know that he wasn’t going to stop her. Lavender, of course, looked elated by the whole thing.
“You can’t be serious,” Tracey said faintly.
“Is that an objection I hear?” Parvati asked, looking at her. Harry narrowed his eyes at Parvati sternly, warning her not to push it any further by teasing Tracey about the voyeurism they all were well aware she had come to enjoy. Parvati wasn’t looking at him, though, focused on Tracey as she was, so she didn’t see the dangerous expression shot her way. Fortunately for Parvati’s arse, as well as her ability to enjoy an orgasm, she didn’t make any further comments that would have gotten her in hot water. Instead, it was Fleur who spoke up before Tracey could respond positively or negatively.
“I’m sure she doesn’t mind and will be okay,” the veela said. “Besides, if she or anyone else does have a problem with seeing you put on a show, nothing is stopping them from enjoying the sunset around the corner by the pool instead.”
“I’ll be fine,” Tracey said quickly, trying and failing to mask her embarrassment. “If she wants to be that shameless and put on a show for everyone, I’m not going to stop her.”
“Good. Because I really could use some advice, and there are so many people here who might be able to watch me and tell me how I can get better.” Parvati said it partially as a joke, but Narcissa felt like she would welcome genuine critique as well, and would be excited to receive it. Narcissa grinned, and when the model moved to her knees and got Harry’s cock out, she took Parvati’s place at his side.
“Other than early on with our little veela when she got carried away and forgot there was an audience, this will be the first time that anyone has done this with everyone around to see it, I believe,” Narcissa pointed out.
Gabrielle blushed and hid her face in Daphne’s breasts at the embarrassing reminder of when she’d gotten down on her knees and sucked off her master with everyone there. She hadn’t realized what she was doing, but it hadn’t been her fault. That was back when adjusting to her submissive nature, so uncharacteristic for a veela, was still a much newer development. There had been a few embarrassing moments back then when she would submit to her master or mistress in moments or around people that she would now avoid. Her true nature and her urges to submit had only grown since then, but they were just handled much better these days, by her as well as the rest of their group. They continued to improve and learn how to help her safely embrace who she really was, and soon, the intensifying of her need as a literal, tangible thing would cease. None of them had any concerns about being able to safely and easily manage their lovely little veela’s needs. They also knew that all of those involved would greatly enjoy helping her manage those needs. Yes, Gabrielle had once sucked her master with everyone there, too lost in her need to submit to be aware of her surroundings, but that wouldn’t be a problem again. Parvati, on the other hand, was pulling Harry’s cock out and preparing to suck it in front of everyone completely of her own accord.
“If anyone else ever had, I’m sure we would all remember it,” Edmund said with a chuckle.
“Perfect,” Parvati said, grinning widely, like the confirmation was music to her ears. “That means that I get to be the first who does this on purpose.”
“Oh, my!” Aella laughed. “It’s as if you are hoping our husbands stay to watch.”
“Actually, I think if it was a choice between just us witches staying to watch, or us leaving so our husbands were her entire audience, she would choose them,” Apolline said. “She and her girlfriend certainly didn’t bother being discreet earlier, draping themselves all over our men so shamelessly.” Out of the corner of her eye, Narcissa noticed Tracey nod emphatically at the word ‘shamelessly’, and it made her smirk.
Parvati just shrugged, not bothering to deny anything. It might have been false to say that she would have made that choice, but only because Narcissa believed that Parvati wanted both the husbands and their wives to watch her in equal measure. She wanted to be the center of attention for everyone, man or woman, husband or wife.
Then again, as Narcissa thought about how Parvati and Lavender behaved, and what got them to shake, gyrate, and jiggle their bodies most of all, maybe the truth was somewhere in the middle. Their most enthusiastic teasing seemed to be aimed at the husbands and Fleur. Fleur got riled up the most about flirting and teasing being where everything ended, and it was always amusing to watch her react with frustration to that, so Narcissa could understand why Parvati and Lavender enjoyed teasing her so much. And flirting and being all over married men must have felt like the fun and sexy kind of wrong to them. It helped that their wives were all for it and happily encouraged it, plus the husbands didn’t mind being taunted and teased without any payoff. It was all harmless fun in the end, since everyone was on the same page about it.
Parvati didn’t waste any time in getting to work sucking Harry’s cock eagerly. Narcissa watched her for a few moments before clicking her tongue and shaking her head.
“Why don’t you start with the balls first, dear?” she suggested. “There is no need to rush. As much as anything else, you are meant to be providing us with entertainment while we enjoy the evening.”
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Somehow, Narcissa stating out loud that she was on her knees sucking Harry’s cock for their entertainment made her actions feel even sluttier to Parvati, as opposed to if she had been blowing him for his pleasure, and they just happened to be watching. It was sluttier, it was more embarrassing, and it was hot as hell, too. It was a verbal affirmation that they were all paying a great deal of attention to her, even more than they were watching the beautiful view of the sunset that Potter Manor offered. They enjoyed seeing her and watching her, and this time, it wouldn’t end with just a tease. No, the others wouldn’t get to touch, but they would all get to watch what happened when she stopped teasing and serviced the one man in her life who got to do more than watch her tease.
Naturally, she did as Narcissa suggested, or maybe it had been more of a demand. Either way, her attention went to Harry’s balls, and she did her best to show everyone how well she could take care of them.
“Are you even going to make it to the end of this show?” Aella asked Fleur. “Or are my husband and I going to have to take you out of here with us before the end so you can get off in private?”
“I can’t answer that,” Fleur muttered. “It depends entirely on how long this takes.”
Harry groaned and lay back, enjoying Parvati’s mouth on his balls too much to join in any of the conversation taking place around them. But Narcissa resumed the previous conversation as if nothing unusual was happening. Parvati tried to look around as best she could while keeping her mouth attached to Harry’s nuts. She heard the laughter as Narcissa made a playful joke at Sebastian’s expense, but she saw how every set of eyes around her were either taking frequent looks at her on her knees servicing Harry’s balls, or they were blatantly staring. Tracey shook her head and looked around, in disbelief at what was happening, and how everyone else just played along and accepted it like it was a commonplace occurrence. Parvati could definitely feel Tracey’s eyes on her often, though, so she had to be enjoying the show, even if she was self-conscious about it.
Parvati spent quite a bit of time just like that, sucking on Harry’s nuts and sliding her tongue around to lick all over them. She stroked his cock with both hands, too, and wiggled her arse around just to make sure that she remained the center of attention as several different conversations took place around her. No matter who was talking or what conversation they were listening to, everyone was paying attention to Parvati the cocksucker and ball pleasurer. It made her feel like such a massive slut.
No, she didn’t just feel like one because of what she was doing. Parvati was a massive slut, and it was so exciting that literally no one here watching her viewed what she was doing as a negative. She could get down on her knees here and slurp on Harry’s balls in front of everyone, and they all either gave her their silent approval, or outright encouraged her and praised her efforts. This was a safe space for her to enjoy herself by indulging in a fantasy that she had only expected to be able to entertain in her dreams, or in dirty talk with Lavender, maybe. She was on display for, and held the attention of, the sexiest people she knew. That was a bold statement, given her obvious connections in the fashion world, but she knew it was true, and not an exaggeration. They all were undoubtedly aroused by her naked body, and by watching her sucking the biggest cock imaginable.
She eventually worked her way up from his balls to his cock, but she spent the better part of ten minutes licking, kissing, and suckling every inch of him before she even got around to putting the entire tip in her mouth. Narcissa had encouraged her to take her time and make this a show that they could all enjoy, and she was going to take that to heart and give them as much to enjoy as she could.
Once the tip was in her mouth, she spent a solid five minutes suckling it. She used her tongue to pleasure him in a variety of ways that had worked for her in the past, focusing mostly on the ones that she felt would be visually appealing rather than those that would be less exciting to watch, even if they brought Harry just as much pleasure, if not more.
When she was ready to move on to do more, she decided to replicate Lavender’s pose from earlier, standing and bent at the waist. The difference was that rather than being parallel to the ground, Parvati ended up bending over further, because the seat Harry was on wasn’t nearly as high as required. She happily kept her legs straight, glad that she was flexible enough to do that and arch her back at the same time, while still putting only mild strain on her hamstrings.
She didn’t suck much more of his length than that, only taking the first couple of inches of the incredible dozen or so. She stroked the remainder of his cock slowly while sucking him. She couldn’t wrap her hands all the way around it because of how thick it was, but that didn’t stop her from benefiting from it, using that solid grip to help keep her balance as she bent over and sucked his cock in her high heels.
“We can see how much Parvati is enjoying this, oui?” Fleur muttered, confirming to Parvati that even if they were carrying on with their conversations, they were still focused on her all the while. She remained the center of attention while she bent over and sucked Harry’s cock, and that made Parvati very wet indeed. She’d already been very wet as it was, but now she was even wetter and hornier.
She wasn’t sure how much time she spent sucking his cock in this position, though it lasted long enough that her hamstrings and back felt a bit of a burn by the time she decided she wanted to change positions. Before she could follow through on that thought, though, Narcissa’s hand went to the back of her head and guided her down, getting her to take more of his cock in her mouth. She stopped just shy of the point where Parvati would have started gagging.
This wasn’t enough to make her gag, but it made it more challenging physically on her to bend at the waist. She had already been thinking she wanted to change positions, but she wasn’t going to back off now. The urge to show off kept her fighting to stay like this despite the effort she had to put into it now with Narcissa guiding her head down. She knew that her cocksucking skills were not quite on par with several of the other witches who were watching her at the moment, so she was sure as fuck going to look as sexy as anyone ever had while blowing Harry.
Her jaw was facing a greater challenge now as well, and the wet sounds of sucking and stroking grew louder and wetter as she couldn’t avoid the significant increase in saliva that made the blowjob much sloppier, which was what she was used to when sucking Harry’s cock. There were laughs and a few jokes directed at Harry when he groaned, but he ignored the witches teasing him and simply continued to lie back with his eyes closed as Parvati sucked him. The only real response to any of the jokes actually came from Fleur, toward Hermione.
“I have seen you and your girlfriend dealing with the effects of a spanking from Harry often enough to know that you may not want to push your luck,” Fleur said. “Or maybe that is a reason why you do want to push it?”
Parvati moved back to her knees, and Narcissa didn’t stop her. She removed her hand from the back of Parvati’s head and allowed her to return to her original position, so Parvati could both suck a bit more of Harry’s cock into her mouth, and speed up the pace. Now, at last, all conversation died down. Everyone could see that the mood had changed in the performance, and they were all watching it closely and giving it their undivided attention. The only comments from her audience now were about her, or whispers that she was sure were about pairings and small groups planning what they were going to do with each other after she was finished. Not before then, though. They were her captive audience until the end.
Having the complete attention of everyone pushed her forward, and took the pain at where her jaw hinged from being wide for so long, an ache that otherwise might have made her panic and fear that she wouldn’t be able to finish this, and helped dull it a bit. She figured there was no reason for her not to make sounds now, so she took what she could into her throat, just under half of his cock. That was an embarrassingly low percentage, at least when judged by the impossible standards set by several of the others watching her. But she took what she could, even though she gagged and choked with every trip down his cock. Her hands flew up and down his length as she gave him a fully sloppy, messy blowjob. A mess accumulated all over her breasts, which was the sign of a proper sloppy cocksucking in Parvati’s mind.
While she facefucked herself and stroked away at his cock, she worried that Harry might use that iron will and control of his to resist her best efforts to make him cum. If he wanted to, he could drag this out for a long, long time. It felt crazy to think that, since the over thirty minutes she’d already been sucking him felt like a very long time to her as it was. But if he wished it, Harry could push far beyond this.
“Going to cum soon,” Harry warned her. Luckily for her jaw as well as her pride, he wasn’t going to make this difficult on her and force her to choose between her jaw being in agony and locked wide open after she pushed too far to finish him, or having to stop with everyone watching before she could get him off. Since he was about to cum, she didn’t have to worry about that. Her only decision to make was how and where it happened, and Parvati knew there was only one place she wanted his cum to go this time.
She spat his cock out of her mouth and gripped it with both hands, making him cum all over her face. He blasted her with as large a volume of cum as always, drenching her face so thoroughly that it felt more like he’d filled a bucket up with his cum and poured it all over her. That was how much of it wound up on her face, in her hair, on her tongue, and down her neck, chest, and the front of her body.
“Merde,” Fleur said thickly. “That will be a fun memory to watch back.”
Parvati couldn’t see anyone, since she couldn’t open her eyes with all the cum she’d just had blasted all over her face, but she could hear their arousal. She could feel it in the air, and it made her more confident than she could ever remember being, even as a woman whose job required her to ooze confidence. She turned around carefully, trying to make sure that the cum and mess stayed entirely on her as she moved.
“You can take a picture if you want,” she offered during her turn. She couldn’t confirm every last location that she heard the sound of one of those devices Hermione created take her up on her offer, but based on what she remembered from their positions and what she could hear of their movement, she was sure that Fleur and Apolline were doing so. Like the professional model that she was, she struck a pose for them, making sure that her large chest was thrust out with her shoulders squeezed to make her tits pus together. She gave what she knew was her sexiest smile, something she’d practiced so often that she could do it now without looking in a mirror, or in this case, even opening her eyes. She even opened her mouth to stick her tongue out and show it off before scooping up a bit of cum from her chest with her index finger, which she popped into her mouth and sucked clean as loudly as she could.
“Now,” Fleur practically growled, and three sets of feet all getting up in that area made it clear that she was dragging Edmund and Aella off to relieve the lust she’d just filled her with her performance. Parvati giggled, proud of herself for pushing the veela that far.
“You had better be ready and able to survive a long night, Seb,” Apolline said shortly after. Parvati giggled again, savoring this lust that she’d caused more than she’d ever savored any applause or praise she’d received during any modeling session.
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“You can go upstairs, dear,” Narcissa said at the same moment that Harry cleaned Parvati up with a lazy wave of his hand. “It wouldn’t be fair of you to neglect Tracey after all of that, and you’ve had your fun with my boyfriend for the night. He has plenty of others he needs to take care of even more than usual now, thanks to you.” Lavender nodded, feeling incredibly proud of her girlfriend for what she’d just accomplished. That had been so, so sexy to watch! Parvati had been the star of the show, and she’d done wonderfully.
A peck on the lips and a playful pat on the arse, both from Daphne, drew Lavender’s attention away from her girlfriend. “Be a good girl for me and take good care of my best friend tonight,” Daphne whispered. “If you do, I’ll make sure you get extra special time with Harry to make up for missing out on spending any time with him yourself tonight.”
Lavender licked her lips, embarrassed at how Daphne had come across as so dominant even while saying something like that. She had already been planning on doing the very thing Daphne just asked her to, because ravaging Tracey Davis was plenty reward on its own. But she wasn’t about to open her mouth and throw away a gift as precious as time with Harry, let alone time with Harry that would probably be even more exceptional than usual, if Daphne was arranging it as a form of thanks for caring for her best friend. Lavender nodded quickly, and prepared to hurry off.
“And she’d better sing,” Daphne said softly before she was out of earshot. “She’s still getting used to everything that happens around here, and she definitely needs the relief. So, I’ll be checking in. The better a job you do, the more generous I’ll convince my boyfriend to be with you. I’m sure that’ll motivate you to do your best, won’t it?”
Lavender nodded fervently. Tracey Davis was about to have more orgasms than she’d ever had in a single night. Lavender would make absolutely certain of that. And she would also make sure that Tracey didn’t downplay the experience at all if Daphne asked her about it!