Power and Control

The sunlight streaked through the open window as Harry stirred awake, blinking. He felt pressure on his body and glanced down, smirking when he saw the sleeping Narcissa and Pansy clutching tightly onto him as they slept soundly.

Pansy had been very grateful for the previous night when he had given her what she'd been asking for. It was the exclusive treatment, which meant just the two of them, much to Narcissa's slight chagrin. The former lady of House Malfoy was an obedient servant, however, and she obliged with his command without any complaints.

It had the expected side effect though. The woman was clingy and Harry felt every bit of it considering the way she was tightly clutching onto him as she slept, as if trying to fuse their naked bodies.

Harry released a deep breath as he reached over and palmed their bare arses, fondling them as he pondered on his next course of action.

Fleur and Lavender were ripe for the taking and he believed he could have them in any manner he wanted if he showed his interest. But he did not want it. They needed to work for it. They needed to show how much they wanted him if they truly desired to submit themselves to him. He was not going to take them as he had taken Narcissa, Pansy, and Hermione.

Additionally, Madam Abbott was going to retire in a few days which meant he would need a new secretary.

As was usual with every endeavor of his, he pondered on if he could manipulate this into something that would give his PR another boost. His secretary needed to be capable of following all his commands to the tee and the appointment also needed to be a statement in itself. As Harry lay between Narcissa and Pansy, their naked and curvaceous frames pressed flush against him on either side, he pondered on several ideas, wondering who would be interested and whether they'd satisfy his criteria.

About half an hour passed when his servants finally stirred from their slumber, and Harry cast an amused glance at them.

"Good morning," he remarked, smiling.

"Good morning, My Lord," they chanted one after the other, utterly devoted. Pansy was especially glowing, a bright grin on her face.

"Had a good sleep?"

"The best," Pansy purred, rubbing her sizeable tits against his chest as she planted soft kisses along the side of his neck.

Harry chuckled and met Narcissa halfway in a languid kiss as the woman entangled their legs, rubbing her hot core against his thigh.

"You ignored me last night, My Lord," she purred against his lips. "Your Cissa wants you to take her as well."

Harry pulled both women firmly against him as he kept his eyes affixed to the ceiling.

"This place feels too gloomy, doesn't it?" He asked instead of responding. As one, both women cast their gazes around. "Remember what I said about a new place?"

"You got it?" Narcissa asked eagerly with a bright grin.

Harry nodded with a chuckle.

"Oh please tell me you didn't decorate it already," the blonde continued excitedly. "I've been thinking so much about that ever since you told me about it. How the walls will look, how the ceilings will be outlined, what patterns should be there… the bed, sheets, blankets, all of it. Everything would be so luxurious… exactly what My Lord deserves!"

Harry chuckled, still staring at the ceiling. The woman was in no way subtle and he could see through her easily. His servant and his mistress she might be, but she was also a daughter of the House of Black. Her ambition was still there. She was hoping to make a play at being the next lady of House Potter and even though he could respect her for having the ambition, he had no desire to fulfill it. There was no way he could choose Narcissa Black as the lady of House Potter. It would be a PR nightmare. Additionally, he did not deem her worthy enough for the position. She was blessed enough to be his mistress and that was all she would ever be. It didn't mean he couldn't let her have her fun though. If there was something she did not lack in, it was her devotion to him and he was confident that whatever she chose would be appropriate. She was a daughter of the Blacks and the former Lady Malfoy, after all. She was bound to have an exquisite taste.

"You do whatever you want. I'm sure you won't do anything that would compromise your lord's standing in the wizarding society, right, Cissa?" He asked with an edge to his voice and the blonde immediately straightened. She looked him firmly in the eyes and shook her head.

"I would rather die than bring dishonor to My Lord," she said passionately.

"Good girl," Harry praised and with a final squeeze of their lovely curves, he detached from the two women and climbed out of the bed. He gazed at their sinful figures, naked and heaving and sprawled on the bed, tempting him with their vices, and Harry walked away with a smirk. "Oh, and I almost forgot it. Pansy, there's something I'd like you to do for me."

Pansy listened attentively to what her lord had to say and her eyes widened.

"Really, My Lord?" She asked, earning a nod from him.

"Get done with it today. I don't want to bother too much with it."

The brunette nodded obediently and watched her lord as he entered the bathroom. She turned toward Narcissa who was sprawled on the bed right beside her.

"Don't bring our lord dishonor, Pansy."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Pansy replied.

-Break-

Harry glanced up from the folder he had been holding when the door to his office opened. He gave the elderly woman a warm smile and gazed at one of his most trusted aurors following behind her.

"Only a couple of days and you're free, Martha," he remarked, smiling.

Martha Abbott chuckled. "Age waits for no one, Director. As much as I like working for you, I will indeed enjoy retirement."

"It's high time you had some rest as well, Martha," Susan remarked with slight exasperation. "Thank you for escorting me in."

The old woman smiled at the redhead before she turned around and walked out of the office, shutting the door behind her.

"Well then, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Harry asked teasingly as he gazed at Susan. The redhead was one of the most stunning witches he had ever laid eyes on and over the years, she had become one of his staunchest supporters. Although unaware of his true motivations, she wholeheartedly agreed with a lot of his actions to the point where she had often actively assisted him. The case with Zabini and other pureblood houses was a classic example.

Try as he might, Harry could not help but let his eyes linger on the vision that the beautiful redhead was. Considered one of the bustiest witches there was, the woman never shied away from flaunting her assets. She never let people look at more skin than she deemed them worthy, keeping her attire perfectly in line with what being a professional demanded, but the way her robes were tailored left no doubts in the minds of anyone that she purposely commissioned them to be as form-fitting as possible so that her wondrous assets were showcased in all their splendorous glory.

Even now, she was wearing a formal business suit that consisted of a blue cotton shirt with a black waist-high blazer over it and a matching black skirt that ended right above her knees. A pair of black-heeled shoes completed her office attire. Modern, classy, and professional. No one could complain, not even those who wanted to have a hard-on upon landing their eyes on her. Professional her attire might be, but the shirt strained against her considerable bust. Her massive tits threatened to pop out of her clothes and Harry had a feeling that she must be using the Unbreakable Charm to prevent it. Her large, plump arse flared, pushing against her skirt and giving a tantalizing view of her shapely behind.

As always whenever he set his sights upon his busty friend, Harry's hands itched to reach forward and grab her. He wanted to do all sorts of sinful things with the woman who he knew had never been with a man in her life but no matter how much he desired her, he knew he couldn't do it. He had very few genuine friendships left, and he would not act on his desires as long as he was not confident that she was interested in escalating things between them as well. Giving in to his urges and destroying one of his most treasured friendships was a foolish endeavor and as such, Harry restrained himself as always.

"Why? I can't come visit my friend unannounced?" Susan asked teasingly as she took her seat, placing the file she was carrying on the table.

Harry let out a chuckle but he did not fail to notice a couple of details. Susan was visibly concerned which was weird in itself but given how the file had the word 'CONFIDENTIAL' inscribed on it, Harry knew it was something serious that had brought her to meet him. She wouldn't have come over in person otherwise.

"Well, you know you are always welcome wherever I am," Harry replied with a fond smile, earning a soft smile from the redhead as well. "But that thing tells me this ain't a casual visit. What's wrong, Sue?"

Susan stared at his finger tapping the word and sighed. She slid the file forward and Harry picked it up with ease, frowning as he read the summary of the report on the first page.

Confidential Report – Multiple Attacks across Wizarding Britain

On the 22nd of April at approximately 11:30 PM, powerful hexes and jinxes including the two Unforgivables, namely the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse, were detected by trace monitors at an abandoned warehouse in an industrial area of Manchester. Aurors arrived to find the building severely damaged — walls blasted apart, windows shattered, scorch marks and debris everywhere. Residual magic analysis indicates at least a dozen unknown wizards apparated to the location and engaged in an intense session of spellcasting lasting several minutes before departing, leaving considerable destruction behind. In spite of human fluids consisting of sweat and blood recovered from the site, no bodies were found.

Five days later on the 27th of April at 2:15 AM, a Muggle family in the village of Stoke Bishop, Bristol contacted authorities reporting strange flashes of colored light, loud explosions, and peculiar sounds like bangs and whistles coming from the woods near their home in the middle of the night. Obliviators were immediately dispatched but found no clear source or evidence of magic use other than the family's witness testimony.

Most alarming was an incident on the 4th of May around midnight in the small wizarding village of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon. According to shaken witness reports, a heavily cloaked group of at least 10 individuals apparated into the village center and immediately began firing off curses, jinxes, and explosive blasts in multiple directions with no clear target. The brutal attack lasted nearly 20 minutes, leaving several homes and businesses demolished and at least 3 villagers hospitalized at St Mungo's with severe curse injuries before the perpetrators suddenly disapparated en masse. Residual magic traces were highly volatile, impeding evidence gathering.

No groups or individuals have claimed responsibility for these increasingly brazen attacks as of yet. However, the organized nature, sophisticated magic, anti-Muggle elements, and wanton destruction suggest the involvement of an emerging dark force working outside the law, likely with Blood Supremacist and anti-Muggle leanings. Their motivations and ultimate goals remain unknown at this time. Continued enhanced monitoring and investigation are underway to identify the culprits.

The rest of the file contained detailed observations of the auror force as well as comments from the investigators involved, and Harry put it down with a frown on his face.

"That last attack… did you hear anything from the Weasleys, the Diggorys, or Mr. Lovegood?"

"Xenophilius Lovegood has been overseas for months now on another of his creature hunts while the Weasleys were out visiting their son Charlie in Romania. The Diggorys did not report anything more than the information we received from the other residents of the village," Susan replied.

Harry nodded, his face grave. "Well, looks like we've had it with peace, eh? It's a wonder it lasted this long, to be honest."

"After all we went through… all the battles fought… all the lives lost, we have this new threat on our hands already," Susan muttered.

"There's no benefit in worrying about it, Sue," Harry intoned firmly. "I'd like your mind at full focus here. Tell me what you think."

"There are reasons to believe this is a coordinated act. We wouldn't have stumbled on it if not for these escalating encounters, especially that attack in Devon," Susan replied. "Former Death Eater families, perhaps. They've been desperate for a while now with lack of working opportunities."

"And we can't blame the employers for not taking chances with them either, nor can we force them to employ people they clearly don't want to," Harry sighed. "I can see the logic there."

"Or it could be some other party altogether," Susan theorized. "Some new radical group that doesn't like the changes that have happened since the war. You know not everyone is happy with how things have gone ahead in the past few years."

Harry nodded and he sat quietly for a few seconds, deliberating.

"I'd like you to take charge of this investigation, Sue," Harry instructed firmly. Susan gave him a curt nod. "Fortunately, the auror force is at the best it's been in a few decades now. We need to reinforce the security measures. Instruct the patrol teams to keep on the alert."

"There's nothing fortunate about the auror force being what it is, Harry. It's all because of your massive efforts that we're as capable as we are today," Susan replied. "You should stop being so humble sometimes."

Chuckling to himself, Harry kept his true feelings firmly under check as he gave her a polite smile. A proud man he might be, but humility went a long way in forming lasting impressions. There was no need to brag about himself if there were others who did it for him.

Harry continued, "Keep monitoring the situation carefully, Sue. Remember that we can't let word get out in the public that there might be another radical uprising afoot behind the scenes. There'd be unnecessary mass panic and it'd only help those assholes."

"You don't need to tell me that," Susan nodded firmly. "I'll coordinate with the auror force and keep you updated with every new development."

"Don't forget to tell me when some rough treatment is due," Harry replied, twirling his wand ferally. Whoever these morons were, they would meet their end soon enough. There was no way he was letting everything he was building in this country be destroyed by some moronic Death Eater wannabes.

Susan's breath hitched slightly when she felt the warmth of his magic, violent yet protective, swirl around the office. She could feel how dangerous it was, yet she felt no fear or apprehension. Only comfort. It felt as if his magic was hugging her intimately, caressing her, and massaging her nerves to calm her.

"I-I won't," she replied, a little breathless.

Harry gazed at her with slight amusement as he sat, leaning back comfortably in his chair.

"I'll be seeing you then," Susan replied and got up. She left the file on the table for Harry to peruse and turned around, walking away.

Harry let his eyes feast on the sight of Susan's wide hips as they swayed tantalizingly, forming a perfect bulbous shape against the surface of her black skirt as she walked away and he couldn't help but remark something to himself once again.

'She has the perfect child-bearing hips.'

-Break-

When it came to Pansy, she was indeed very grateful for having such a benevolent lord. She knew her place as his devout follower, and as his submissive servant, she had humbly requested something of him. Just like the kind master he was, he had obliged. He was meticulous, and he was caring. When she was with him, pain never existed, no matter what they did. It was pure pleasure and nothing else.

They were supposed to move out of #12 Grimmauld Place the next day, which meant it was their last night here. She and Narcissa had the idea that they should say goodbye to this place in the best way possible and it was no surprise that they found themselves in their lord's bedroom. As asked by their lord, they made out with each other as they went about stripping each other naked, caressing their nubile young curves for his pleasure.

"Step back and turn towards me, both of you," their lord instructed.

Their large tits shaking in excitement, the brunette stood in the middle of her room with the blonde as their lord took off his clothes.

"On the bed on your hands and knees for your lord, Pansy," Harry instructed and Pansy eagerly complied, getting on the spot and immediately assuming the position as instructed. She glanced over her shoulder and wiggled her plump behind at him.

"Like this, My Lord?" She purred.

"Just like that," Harry smirked. He slowly walked over, stroking his cock and Pansy wiggled her arse again, her eyes locked on to him. The bed sank slightly as Harry climbed over and assumed his place behind her. He reached out and grabbed her naked thighs, caressing softly as he slowly climbed until he was holding her cheeks in each hand.

"Lie down on the bed with your legs spread apart, Cissa. My Pansy will treat you for the favor you granted her last night."

Grinning, Narcissa climbed on the bed, her tits jiggling enticingly as she propped herself on the pillows, her legs spread apart. Pansy and Harry both gazed at her glistening pink petals and Narcissa reached down, spreading her lips apart.

"Get to work, girl," she smirked.

Reaching out, Harry spread Pansy with his thumbs, playing with the wet, pink folds of her sex just as Pansy leaned forward and planted soft kisses along the blonde's inner thighs.

"You're dripping for me, Pansy," he muttered. "You want it in here?"

"M-My Lord…"

"Or you want it in here again?" He cut her off, rubbing her rosebud with his thumb. It had been only a day since he had taken Pansy's anal virginity and he knew the woman had gotten addicted to it real nice.

Pansy shivered in anticipation, leaning forward. Her arse hiked higher in the air as she pressed her lips on Narcissa's pussy, her eyes closing. Narcissa kept her eyes on her lord as she caressed Pansy's brown hair with one hand and fondled her breast with the other.

"Do you want our lord to give you your special reward for being such a good little servant, Pansy?" The blonde whispered seductively, grinning at her lord who smirked.

"Oh yes… My Lord… Please give me my special reward. I've been a very good girl, right?"

Harry stroked Pansy's rear entrance with his thumb as he nodded. "That you have, my dear… that you have. And I always treat my girls fairly, don't I?"

Pansy shuddered as a tingling sensation shot through her rear door. She was cleaned up and lubed to the hilt in no time. Her fists clenched on the bedsheet when she felt her lord press forward, pushing the head of his prick against her rosebud.

"Oh Merlin… Ohh yesss…" Pansy gasped, breathless, against Narcissa's pussy as her lord slowly slid inside her arse. As slick and accommodating as she was, he encountered little resistance.

Pansy was awed at the influx of sensations coursing through her very being as a result of her lord's manhood deep inside her arse. Her mind felt as if it had turned to pudding. Her lord took her from behind and she could not contain her moans of pleasure.

Harry leaned forward and rested his elbows on Pansy's hips, both to stabilize her lower body and for leverage. His hungry erection kept plunging deep into her tight rear, their skin slapping against each other erotically as his hands sought her dangling tits that were jiggling hotly under her.

Pansy moaned and hissed against Narcissa's needy quim, trying her best to eat her out as her lord had his way with her. He was making this too hard for her. His fingers pinched and pulled on her hard nipples as he leaned over her, keeping her firmly in position.

"Mmm… very nice, my dear Pansy… You feel very good. I love your delicious tits. Does my dear Pansy like it when her lord plays with her lovely tits while he fucks her in the ass?"

"Oh yes, My Lord! Your dear Pansy loves it when you fuck her arse! Loves it very much! Oh fuck please… oh! Fuck your dear Pansy, My Lord. Fuck your dear Pansy while you play with her tits!"

Harry was already aroused after the show Narcissa and Pansy had put on for him. Coupled with the feeling of Pansy's hot tightness and her submissiveness, he was feeling hornier and hornier.

"Oh, my dear Pansy. Your lord loves fucking your pussy, and your lord loves fucking your arse too. But none of those are really yours, are they? Don't you belong to your lord, Pansy? And doesn't that mean every bit of you belongs to your lord as well?"

Harry squeezed her tits harder as he said it, pumping furiously into her tight rear as he fucked her. His words had a profound effect on Pansy as well who was now pushing eagerly against him as well, desperate to have as much of his cock inside her arse as she could.

"Oh yes, My Lord! Of course I'm yours! Oh! And yes! My pussy too! My arse too! Oh my tits too! It's yours, My Lord! All yours!" She chanted passionately as she pulled back from Narcissa's lips, bucking hard against him.

The blonde wasted no time and firmly grabbed Pansy's head, forcing her to eat her out. To intensify her stimulation, the blonde began to stroke her clit firmly, gasping and moaning as the brunette ate her out.

Minutes passed with nothing but the sounds of Harry's hips slapping hard and fast against Pansy's curvy arse and their moans and grunts echoing throughout the room as Harry rammed furiously inside Pansy's rear while she eagerly ate Narcissa out. The blonde was keeping Pansy's mouth firmly against her pussy, not letting up for even a second as she chased her orgasm. She knew once her lord started taking charge, she would have to do it all herself because Pansy would be in no position to do anything but pleasure their lord.

Harry deemed it enough and he grinned, licking his lips. He reached out and delivered a resounding smack on the brunette's arse cheeks, relishing her loud wail against Narcissa's pussy and the visual display of her skin jiggling enticingly. A visible red imprint of his palm on her white skin made him smirk. He reached forward and grasped her tits once again, eagerly toying with her nipples.

Their grunts and moans reverberated around the room as they kept slamming sweatily against each other, their breaths uneven. Pansy's pussy was gushing with her slick juices and suddenly, she let out a loud gasp that was cut off when Narcissa forced her mouth back on her pussy, her breathing ragged as she felt her imminent orgasm.

Harry smirked to himself as he pulled one hand off her breast and let it find its way between her legs. He found her clit within moments and began stimulating her ardently, making her gasp loudly.

"Ahhh My Lord!" The brunette cried out. Harry gave her no respite however and let his other hand travel upward. Narcissa quickly removed her hand from Pansy's hair as her lord threaded his fingers through the brunette's lustrous brown hair, snaring a handful, and he bunched it up into his palm as he wrapped his fist around it, pushing her mouth firmly against Narcissa's clit.

The brunette was quick on the move and she sucked hard, rolling her tongue around the hardened nub of flesh. Narcissa failed to hold in the loud wail that escaped her and she began to convulse, her juices trickling out of her gushing pussy violently.

"AHH FUCKK! OHH… MMM… AHH YESS…" Narcissa cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Her unseeing eyes gazed at the spectacle of debauchery right in front of him as she shivered uncontrollably, her breathing ragged.

Pansy was splashed right in the face and she eagerly lapped it up, loving how her lord had taken control. It seemed to make her slap her perky rear against him even harder, repeatedly pushing his massive cock deep inside her.

Harry smirked as he gazed at a shivering Narcissa who clutched her tits firmly as she came, her unseeing eyes trained on him and a delirious smile on her face.

"Don't you think you're done tonight. I'll be having you soon," Harry called out. Narcissa giggled in delight and nodded, her eagerness evident.

Harry assaulted Pansy from behind with vigor, squeezing the hardened nub of flesh around her clit. Simultaneously, he tugged on her hair firmly. Pansy let out a loud moan of pleasure followed by a giggle as she began to pant and ram her arse harder and harder into him. Harry smirked and tugged back on her hair harshly, making her back arch and her head tilted upward. His fingers pinched her clit lightly, making the brunette shudder and moan lecherously.

"Who's your Master, Pansy?" Harry hissed through clenched teeth as he thrust his cock furiously into her arse with ever-increasing force and enthusiasm. He yanked back on her hair once again. Pansy's loud moans stood testament to how much she loved his rough treatment.

"You are… My Lord! My Master! Only you!" Pansy cried out. She was no longer just slamming her hips back against his thrusts but she had started gyrating her arse on his cock, rotating in circles as she desperately sought to keep his cock filling her rear.

"Glad you've not forgotten your place, my dear Pansy," Harry chuckled gruffly.

"Never, My Lord!" She cried out as if even considering it was blasphemy. "You are my Master! My Lord! I'll never forget my place!"

"Good girl," Harry whispered in her ear and kept slamming his tool as hard and fast into her as he could, gyrating his hips in perfect harmony with her movements. He thrust into her, holding himself to the hilt inside her for a few seconds as he rotated his hips in tandem with her movements, making her moan and sigh. He kept tugging on her hair and rubbing her clit furiously, slapping his hips against hers, and the overload of sensations made her almost delirious.

However, it was when Harry leaned forward and whispered, "Cum for me, my pet," in her ear that Pansy lost it. She exploded, trembling and jerking erratically as she creamed against his fingers that kept her petals parted. Every inch of her body quaked uncontrollably as she spasmed, screaming incoherently at first but soon able to form proper words yet again.

"YES! YES, SIR! AHH MY LORD! AHH YES! FUCK YOUR LITTLE… LITTLE SERVANT, SIR! OHH! DON'T EVER STOP! OHH YESSS! FUCK YOUR DIRTY SLUT!"

She let out a loud wail of pleasure, squirming and shaking against him, her hot juices gushing all over his palm and onto the bed.

Harry released his hold on her hair and pulled his hand off her clit. Both hands reached forward and firmly grabbed hold of her shaking tits and he squeezed and pinched her hard nubs. Holding her tits hard, Harry pulled her upright, and with her arse still impaled on his cock, Pansy stood on her knees with her back flush against his front.

His lips found the sensitive spot on the side of her neck and he sucked harshly, nibbling as Pansy brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pushing her tits out against his palms. Her pussy pulsed, dripping wet, as she stimulated her rectal muscles around his girth.

"Ohh Master…" Pansy moaned. "Please cum in me… Give me your seed, Sir!"

Harry kept sucking her neck harshly as he pumped into her, the ferocity of his thrusts increasing dramatically with each passing second as he chased his coveted orgasm. He slammed furiously into her and with a grunt, he exploded.

Pansy let out a keening sigh, her lips curled triumphantly as she felt his hot, thick seed shoot deep inside her arse. She clenched hard around him, coaxing every bit of his seed from him as she impaled herself on his cock.

They slammed for endless, wondrous minutes, squirming, gasping, grunting, sighing, and moaning as they reveled in the passion of Pansy's second-ever anal sex.

"Mmm…" Pansy moaned when he finally slid out of her. "You are the best Master anyone could ever ask for."

Harry chuckled as he pushed her to the side, his gaze now affixed on the blonde who sat propped up against the pillows by the head of the bed. The blonde smirked sexily at her lord as she curled her finger, beckoning him toward her. Her legs were spread apart and Harry had the perfect sight of her inflamed womanhood slick with her juices.

"Come, My Lord. Let us say goodbye to this house properly. Take me how you took me all those days ago when you gave me this new life," Narcissa whispered throatily, stroking her lower lips.

Smirking, Harry slid over to her on his knees, hovering over her as he gazed at her smiling face. His manhood hardened immediately with a powerful lurch and Narcissa's eyes glinted in delight. She opened her arms, welcoming her lord, and wrapped her limbs around him as he lowered himself on top of her.

"Yeah," Harry whispered, gazing into her expressive eyes as he reached out and licked her lips hotly. "That's the best way to end our stay here."

Without any further ado, he leaned down and lowered himself on top of her, flushing their sweaty, naked bodies as he pressed his lips against hers.

TBC.

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