Power and Control

Her apartment felt oppressive as Hermione Weasley walked in, locking the door behind her with a soft click. Eyes closed, the brunette leaned back against the wooden frame with a sigh. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down after the day she'd had, and what a day it was.

In mere hours, her world had been turned upside down, and not for the better. Harry Potter, her former best friend, had come barging in her life like a raging tempest and without any significant effort on his part, upended the usual calm life she had going on for her.

Hermione could scarcely believe it had truly happened, but the stingy reminder whenever the fabric of her jeans shifted over her arse was ever present. Involuntarily, she couldn't help but reminisce the experience once again.

Harry had used her to dole out his punishment, and as surprising that side of him had been, what shocked her even more was how she had responded to his treatment of her. Time and again, that filthy inner voice that resided in her mind called for more, to treat her more roughly, to use her like the filthy slut he had been calling her all the while. It filled her with shame. She had cheated on Ron. There were no two ways about it. Even if nothing too extreme had happened, she knew, deep inside, that she had cheated on him. The same filthy inner voice had taken charge when responding to his questions, further adding to her humiliation, and she knew it had all been true.

She still remembered everything that had happened in that room vividly, and she groaned when she felt the familiar wetness developing in her womanhood. Subconsciously, her hand pushed past the waistband of her jeans and her white cotton panties to tease her lower lips and Hermione groaned as her fingers came into contact with her hot wetness.

Suddenly, a jolt of shock ran straight through her and Hermione hastily pulled her hand out of her jeans, her eyes wide open and her breathing ragged.

'Right… He forbade me from pleasuring myself,' she thought to herself in recollection.

Hermione gritted her teeth in frustration and let out a wild cry, pulling her hair and scratching her scalp roughly as she fell to her knees, gripping her hair harshly as she stared at the floor. She felt constricted. She felt worthless. She felt at a loss for how to keep these forbidden desires at bay. She was a married woman, for fuck's sake. No matter what kind of a man her husband was, no matter how worthless of a person he was, no matter what a fucking moron he was, she had to remain faithful to him. However, here she was, having been humiliated by a man who was not her husband, having let him touch her so intimately, in a way no man other than her husband should, and yet instead of feeling disgusted, she was craving more of it.

She had no idea what that filthy bastard had done to her, but she had never felt something like that before. She wanted to feel more of it, and the same filthy voice once again wished for this vow to never end.

Hermione's eyes closed in resignation when she realized she was truly hoping for it.

'And he's not even gone for the best bits yet,' the filthy voice whispered yet again. 'Admit it. You want it too. You even said it to him. That you want to cum. That you want to cum with his filthy adulterous cock. You've never seen anything like it. You want it. More than your husband's. More than anything else. Admit it, you filthy slut.'

The voice was roaring in her mind now, and all Hermione Weasley could do was stay there on her knees, clutching her hair in a vice grip, and stare listlessly at the tiled floor under her that reflected her sorry face.

She truly was a pathetic woman.

The sounds of approaching footsteps jolted her out of her frustrated predicament and she quickly brandished her wand as she stood up. A few flicks took care of the little smudges on her face and smoothened down her hair. Just as she put her wand away, she looked over and saw none other than her husband come from their bedroom.

"Hermione?" Ronald Weasley came to a stop a few steps away from her. "Damn, where'd you go? Looked at the time, have ya?"

Hermione released a deep breath, doing her best to bury every bit of frustration that crept up inside her at the mere sight of her husband.

"Whatever," Ron rolled his eyes. "Come on, get to it already."

"Get to what, exactly?" She asked with slight edge in her voice which undoubtedly went over her husband's head as he rolled his eyes once again. She stared at him expectantly.

"Dinner, what else? C'mon, Mione. It's late already. I'm famished."

"Ron…" She sighed, trying with all her might to not lose her temper. She was already very frustrated, and the last thing she was in mood for right now was her husband's entitlement for a home-cooked meal which he was not going to help her prepare. "I'm really tired right now. Can we please order something?"

"Tired doing what, exactly?" He asked with slight edge in his voice, obviously not happy. "Don't you sit all day? Since when did sitting on the desk all day long started getting people tired?"

"What the hell is wrong with you, Ron!?" Hermione cried out, her patience on the precipice.

"Why are you shouting?" Ron asked, equally irritated. "You stay out without telling me you'll be late, and now you're making excuses for not making dinner. What is wrong with you?"

"You can't be serious right now," Hermione hissed. "I work all day to earn, come home to make you dinner, and one day I'm tired, I can't even expect you to understand?"

"I would've if you weren't making silly excuses," Ron retorted. "And what was that about working all day to earn? I'm not sitting on my ass all day doing fuckall. But that's what you truly think, eh? To you, I'm still the loser who used to copy your essays to get a pass for homework."

"I never said any of that!" Hermione retorted.

"You all but said it! Don't try to lie. It's written all over your face."

Hermione could not have denied it even if she wanted to, and all she could do was stare at him with her chest heaving and her face set into a glare. Ron did not budge in the slightest, glaring at her with gritted teeth.

"You know what," she seethed. "Maybe you're right. Maybe you still are the loser who could never do anything. And maybe that's the reason why I'm so frustrated right now I don't even wanna look at your sorry face."

Hermione had always known it. Deep inside, she had always known that Ron was a lazy idiot with a sense of entitlement that sometimes dwarfed even Malfoy's, but something about his character had endeared him to her. That was why they had been together for so many years now and had even survived the war. Yet, after living together for as many years now, his flaws had slowly become even more glaring to her.

The most recent incident had only driven the point home permanently. He was a careless individual who would drown but take her with him. That was what had driven her into a corner this time, leaving her with no option but to be Harry Potter's little plaything.

Just why was she doing this anymore? She knew she didn't care as much for him as she once did, and he could rot in prison for his foolish behavior. It was only the realization that she was as much in this, at least in legal terms, and would lose everything as well, if she did not abide by whatever Potter was subjecting her to, that kept her grounded.

Hermione had realized some time ago that accepting Harry Potter's terms had been the only choice she could have made. There was no way she could trust her husband anymore, and she did not have enough resources to pay off the debt she owed him as well.

However, just because she had to endure the terms of the vow and repay her debt did not mean she had to put up with her husband's demanding behavior any more than she wanted to. And his little sense of entitlement was the last thing she wanted to tolerate, particularly now that his stupidity had forced her to be nothing more than Potter's whore.

As expected, Ron was shocked at her response and for a long while, he simply stared at her, as if disbelieving of the fact that it was truly her that was saying all this to him.

"What are you even saying?" He asked, his ire all but vanishing.

Hermione glared at him, gritting her teeth. She closed her eyes and heaved a deep breath, clenching her hands as she tried to compose herself.

"Forget it," she sighed. "I'm tired and I'm not hungry. You can either get a takeout or you can go to sleep without dinner. Merlin knows neither will kill you or anything."

Ron could only watch, shocked, as his wife walked away without a backward glance. All he could think about was what had just happened?

Hermione slammed the door to the bathroom behind her and without even bothering to take her clothes off, she twisted the knob and ran the shower. The warm water fell on her head, drizzling down her brown tresses and over her face, soaking her clothes completely in no time. All the while, she stood there in silence, eyes closed, as she tried to take her mind off her husband and his foolish antics.

Unbidden, her mind was assaulted by the memory of what had unfolded a few hours before. She had been stunned when it all began but she had no choice but to comply. The way he had treated her, humiliated her, degraded her…

Hermione sighed when she felt the heat developing between her thighs. Her body had suddenly developed this habit to betray her and it didn't seem like it would go away any time soon. She could not relieve herself either. He had explicitly forbidden her from doing it.

"Fuck," she whispered, frustrated.

-Break-

A soft crack was heard in the living room of #12 Grimmauld Place as Harry Potter apparated in with a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his smug visage. The evening had gone just as he had expected.

Hermione's new life had begun nicely, and he was already looking forward to how far he would take her. She would be a completely changed woman within only a year and he would ensure she stayed the same.

He looked around as he walked. Narcissa and Pansy were nowhere to be seen. He had already told them not to bother with dinner for him but he did not expect them to still be out on their errand.

He opened the door to his bedroom and his eyes immediately fell on his comfortable bed, or rather who was sprawled over it.

"Well," he opened. "This is a surprise."

On the bed was a blonde beauty who looked to be in her mid-twenties with unblemished skin and curves to kill for. Her large, voluptuous tits strained the fabric of the red lace bra she had on, and her nice, firm ass cheeks pushed the skimpy fabric of her red lace panties into the crack of her ass, displaying those supple orbs in all their spankable glory.

Accompanying her was a lovely brunette who looked as old as her companion with slightly less curvier tits and ass but large enough to strain their red lace constraints. Her legs were larger than the blonde's, although the blonde was more toned.

Both young women were on their hands and knees with their curvy rears hiked up to the sides of the bed and their heads turned toward the entrance, looking at him with nothing but lust.

"Aren't you going to unwrap your presents, my lord?" The brunette whispered sultrily. Harry chuckled.

"Presents?" He asked as he walked closer, pulling out the small cards that were tied to their panties with little red bows.

A heartfelt gratitude to my sexy master for saving me,

Your faithful,

Pansy

Chuckling, he read the other.

A reward much deserved, with many more to follow for my entire life.

With all my heart and soul,

Your Cissa

"I see," he smirked, throwing the two little letters to the side. "You two got this pair today?"

The women moaned as Harry reached around and cupped an ass-cheek each, squeezing and slapping gently, enjoying how they jiggled enticingly.

"This and many more," Pansy replied eagerly, smiling up at him. Harry chuckled and slapped their asses again.

"You've been good girls, haven't you?" He asked again with a soft caress of their ass.

"Nothing less than our lord deserves," Narcissa declared passionately.

"Good, good," he nodded. "And I'd be a very terrible lord if I didn't reward you for a job well done."

Both women looked at him eagerly, waiting for his next command.

"Tell you what," he said musingly. "I'll let you have the initiative as well. I'll let you do your thing and take charge when required. How does that sound?"

It seemed as if Narcissa's attitude suddenly did a complete 180. She turned toward Pansy and said in a no-nonsense voice, "Follow my lead, girl."

The brunette obliged and watched as the blonde rolled off the bed, kneeling in front of their lord on her knees.

"Come over and help me with our lord's cock, girl," Narcissa instructed.

Pansy hastened to follow and joined Narcissa in kneeling beside her on her knees. The blonde had already made quick work of his belt and buttons. Together, they undid the rest and grabbed hold of his trousers, pulling them down with his boxers and freeing up the most magnificent cock they had and will ever lay their eyes on.

"We have pleased our lord, haven't we?" Pansy asked with a giggle as Narcissa reached up and started to stroke it.

"You most certainly have," Harry replied with a chuckle. He loved seeing the former Parkinson heiress like this. Her bitchy personality might've been hot if it hadn't been too bitchy for his tastes but this submissive bitch he had at his beck and call now made him even more ecstatic. This was the same girl who had boldly proclaimed for the entire Hogwarts to hear that they should hand him over to Voldemort so that they could save their sorry hides.

Harry shook his head in amusement. They had truly come a long way.

"We will keep pleasing you, my lord," the brunette breathed, her eyes affixed on his cock before she leaned forward and took it in her mouth.

"Ah yes," Harry whispered in approval as Narcissa leaned down and took his balls in her mouth, worshipping them eagerly. His hands rested on their heads, stroking gently. After the arousal he had accumulated with his little session with Hermione, this was the perfect way to let everything out. He felt more of his cock slide down Pansy's throat until she had taken his entire length inside, pressing her nose against his trimmed pubic hair. Meanwhile, Narcissa was happily rolling one of his balls inside her mouth before switching over to the other.

Suddenly, the lovely blonde patted her partner on the arm and pulled off with a gasp, prompting Pansy to follow suit. Harry had no respite as his cock was engulfed inside Narcissa's wanton mouth and she eagerly fucked her face over it.

"You like that, my lord?" Pansy asked sultrily.

Harry grabbed her harshly by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Pansy giggled as she was manhandled and a loud moan escaped her lips as her lord pulled her into a passionate kiss. His free hand immediately grabbed her breast over her thin lace bra and she clutched his arm when he started to squeeze firmly.

Narcissa glanced up and hummed merrily around his cock just as Harry grabbed both of Pansy's tits, pushed the cup of her bra under them, and planted his mouth on one of her hardened nubs, sucking furiously.

"Ahhh yesss… ohh my lord… mmm…"

The brunette gasped and moaned as her lord showered her with more pleasure than she deserved. His lips wrapped around her rubbery nipple, nibbling on it with his teeth which he followed up on by rolling his sinful tongue around it. She could feel the familiar head developing fast between her legs and began to rub her inflamed womanhood over her lord's thigh.

Harry's hand immediately left her tits and cupped her ass and he quickly began to move her back and forth, earning a loud moan from the brunette as he expertly maneuvered her gushing pussy over his thigh, as if determined to make her cum without any penetration.

All the while, Narcissa kept watching them enjoy each other while blowing him off with increasing fervor. Her throat expanded and contracted to accommodate his sheer width and she repeatedly repressed her gag reflex, intent on bringing as much pleasure to her lord as she could. He might have more pets to play with now but she was still one of his firsts, and thus, one of his most loyal servants.

Suddenly, she felt her lord's cock being pulled out of her mouth and surprised, she stared up at him.

"Sorry, dear. Can't cum yet," he replied.

"But my lord can easily get ready again within seconds," Narcissa complained with a small pout which looked oddly adorable on her young face. Harry chuckled as he pulled her to her feet and gave her a firm kiss. The blonde immediately draped her entire body over his, pressing her generous curves against his chest and pulling his hands over her tits and ass. Harry was all too happy to oblige, letting his hands feast on the supple buffet of curves they had been blessed with.

Pulling away, he replied, "I'd rather get a treat first."

Surprised, Narcissa watched him step back. A plush armchair materialized behind him out of thin air and he dropped in it, regarding them.

"Well?" He remarked with a raised eyebrow. "Do I need to ask, my dears?"

Narcissa chuckled and shook her head.

"Of course not, my lord," she replied and turned toward her young partner. Smirking, she wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a kiss. To her credit, Pansy hesitated for only a moment as she returned the kiss eagerly. Their soft, pink lips caressed each other erotically and Harry watched on with a smirk.

Narcissa was the one to take charge. She reached up and caressed Pansy's tits. She massaged her round orbs, squeezing them and making them bounce. Emboldened, Pansy started with the blonde's pert round rear, palming the supple flesh and sinking her fingers into it. She began to squeeze as Narcissa brushed her thumbs over her nipples before pinching them gently.

"Ahh fuck…" Pansy groaned, pulling away from the kiss.

"You're doing good, dear," Narcissa purred before glancing toward her lord from the corner of her eye. "But our lord deserves the best. Come."

Harry watched the blonde vixen lead the brunette over to the bed before she turned to smirk at him.

"I'm sure our lord would love to see your face buried in my cunt," she said saucily, winking at him.

Harry rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

Narcissa made Pansy lay down on her back before she climbed in the bed. She threw her leg over the brunette and straddled her face, planting her red lace covered crotch directly on the younger woman's face.

"Go ahead, dear Pansy. Put that tongue to good use," Narcissa instructed as she reached behind and pushed the fabric of her panties to the side, exposing her pink labia and lowering her ass on the woman's face.

"Mmm… yesss," Narcissa hummed in approval as Pansy reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks before gently pushing her tongue out and giving her swollen cunt a slow, long lick. "Keep doing that, girl. Oh just like that."

The blonde smirked with a wink toward her lord as she lowered her front over Pansy's body and parted her legs wide, displaying the lewd sight of the matching red lace fabric pushing inside the brunette's soft folds. Harry had the direct view of her delicious cameltoe through her panties and he watched as his lovely blonde grabbed the waistband of the red lace panties. With one swift pull, she dragged the sheer fabric over her ass and exposed her dripping pink slit, keeping the panties hanging around her knees.

"She looks ready for you already, my lord," Narcissa whispered with a sultry smirk.

"Prepare her more for me, Cissa," Harry replied. "If she cums within a minute of me fucking her, I'll give you what you've been asking for since our second night."

Narcissa's eyes lit up as she stared at him.

"You promise?" She asked eagerly.

"You have my word, yes," Harry chuckled.

"Well then," she grinned. "I better get to work."

"You should," he nodded and watched on as the blonde leaned down and planted her mouth on Pansy's mound.

Pansy jerked for only a second but she immediately resumed licking Narcissa out, and the blonde returned the favor eagerly. Both women slid their tongues up the other's wet lips while Harry watched on with increasing arousal. Narcissa was staring up at him through her eyelashes as she ate Pansy out and she winked in appreciation when he took off all his clothes and grabbed his length, stroking it gently. Her eyes remained trained on his manhood and her toes curled at the thought of having that impressive rod inside her.

She could feel Pansy's lower lips getting tauter as she ate her out and she quickly realized the brunette was close to cumming. With a soft gasp, she pulled back and grinned.

"My lord, I believe she's ready to handle your huge cock."

Pansy was hard at work, even though she could feel herself getting hotter by the second. The feeling of another woman's mouth working her up while she ate her out was otherworldly, but when she considered the fact that the woman was none other than the former Lady Malfoy, one of the biggest players in the pureblood circles and the mother of her ex-boyfriend, the feeling intensified even further.

However, nothing compared to the feeling of having her soft pussy lips parted by the magnificent cock of her lord and try as she might, she could not hold back the loud moan of pleasure against Narcissa's pussy as her lord buried his entire length inside her in one firm push.

His cock throbbed eagerly as Pansy's velvety folds gripped it. He pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt inside her as Narcissa watched from her spot atop the young woman.

"Look how well her pussy has welcomed your cock, my lord," the former Malfoy matriarch remarked lewdly. "She's spread open like the best whore you could ever find."

"My whore, Cissa," Harry replied as he pulled back and slammed inside her with a loud clap. "My fucking whore."

"Ahhh," Pansy cried out. "Ahh my lord… so big…" she murmured, parting her legs as much as she could with the elastic of her panties constricting her legs. Harry pushed her legs together and pulled her panties off, throwing them to the floor before he spread her legs further than they had been before and began to furiously fuck her.

"Oooohhh fffuuuccckkkk," Pansy cried out. "Ahh… ohh yess… ohh my lord… fuck yes… ahh…"

The brunette began thrusting her ass back against him with heightened urgency as her lord kept ramming inside her. She felt she was being fucked harder than ever before and she loved every fucking second of it. Her lord was an incredible lover and he was proving it to her once again.

She could already feel her climax approaching rapidly and she knew she would not last long. It did not help that Narcissa had taken to involve herself and was rolling her tongue around the hardened nub of her clit, making her toes curl as she mewled and moaned loudly.

"Aaahhh fuckkk my lorddd! Fuck mee! Ohhh yesss… aaahhh… shittt… I'm… ahh… I'm… ohh fuckkk!"

A loud cry escaped her lips as her pussy walls tightened around her lord's manhood, trying to keep it buried deep inside her. Her orgasm washed over her, intense and breathtaking, and all she could do was lay there, prone under Narcissa with her hands gripping the blonde woman's ass firmly as her lord fucked her through her orgasm.

Narcissa smiled triumphantly as she got off the brunette, watching as she was reduced to a shivering mess in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her lord pulled his massive cock out of her snatch and she immediately went to work. Dropping to her arms and knees, she hiked up her rear for his viewing pleasure and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Her tongue reached out, licking off all the orgasmic juices and getting it ready for herself.

Her lord reached over and gently ran his finger over her dripping slit. Pansy had done a fantastic job getting her ready and she could not wait to have him inside her. As she sucked him off, she felt him gather her orgasmic juices on his fingers and repeatedly rub it all over her rosebud. With a pop, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him.

"Please, my lord," she said, biting her lower lip sexily.

"A promise is a promise," he replied and Narcissa grinned as he grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. His mouth attacked hers and she moaned at the feeling of his lips pushing inside. He was demanding and he did not want to wait. Her bra came off within seconds and she quickly stepped out of her panties as they slid down her legs and pooled by her feet. Naked as she always was whenever they fucked, she felt him pick her up bridal style and grinned.

"Move over, Pansy," he ordered and the woman hastily obliged. She rolled over and watched as Harry threw Narcissa on the bed. The woman bounced on the soft mattress, her tits flying about and colliding a few times as she came to a stop, and she immediately took position. Getting down on her knees, she laid her entire front on the bed and hiked her ass, presenting her puckered hole to him.

For a few seconds, Harry did nothing but take in the lovely sight of Cissa bent over with her heart-shaped ass hiked high in the air. Slowly, he reached forward and sank his fingers into her plump rear, squeezing her butt-cheeks firmly.

"Pansy, be a dear and get the lube we bought today," Narcissa instructed.

The brunette immediately complied and pulled it out of the drawer. Harry took the bottle from her and looked it over.

"Allow me, my lord," Pansy said, holding her palm out. Harry deposited a large amount of lube in the brunette's hand and watched as she took a quarter of it and lathered his entire cock. The rest went to the blonde's ass. In no time, they were ready for what Narcissa had been asking for so long – anal.

Pansy grabbed his cock and lined it up against Narcissa's asshole, pressing the head against it. Narcissa moaned at the contact and a sudden yelp escaped her lips as the head popped in. She let out a guttural moan as he slid further inside her ass, her eyes wide as she gripped the bedsheet firmly. She had never felt so stretched out before, and he was not even fully inside her.

The lube did its job perfectly and within seconds, Harry had his entire length buried inside Narcissa's ass. He stared at the sight for a moment, taking in the way her ass created an obscene 'O' around his manhood.

"My lord…" Pansy said in wonder. "Please fuck my ass soon as well."

Harry looked over at the brunette and chuckled as he pulled back and with a firm push, slammed fully inside Narcissa's ass once again.

"Fuckkkk!" The blonde cried out, her fingers scrunching the bedsheet and her toes curled. "Aaahhh… this feels so good, my lorddd!"

Once he was sure she had gotten used to the feeling, Harry began slamming inside her hard and fast, thrusting his manhood deep inside her quivering ass. He squeezed those plump cheeks and it was not long before Narcissa began to respond to his thrusts. She began to push against him, pressing her ass-cheeks against his hips, sending the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the room.

Pansy stared at the erotic sight in front of her. Narcissa had bitten on the bedsheet to muffle her moans and cries while her lord kept rutting inside her relentlessly. It was not lovemaking or simple fucking. It was animalistic, and she felt herself wanting to get involved. Getting up, she crawled on her knees and got behind her lord, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her large, firm tits against his back. As expected of him, he wasted no time and turned his face sideways, meeting her in a heated kiss while he fucked another woman in the ass.

Harry had never felt something gripping his cock so tightly. Narcissa's ass felt heavenly and he was glad he had decided to grant her wish. He knew she would love taking it in the ass as much as she could and he had no qualms about giving it to her. The feeling of Pansy's lovely tits pressing against his back further added to his arousal and it was intensified even more when she reached down and cupped his swinging ballsack.

Pansy grinned as she pulled back from the kiss. Her lips immediately planted on her lord's neck and she began sucking hotly. Her hands got busy themselves, one fondling his balls while the other reached further forward and began to push in and out of Narcissa's pussy.

"She loves it when you fuck her ass," she whispered in her lord's ear, relishing his heavy breathing. "She loves it when both her pussy and her ass are played with. I'm sure she'd love your cum in her ass," she continued, rolling her tongue around her lord's earlobe. He was still rutting furiously inside Narcissa's ass and she reached forward once again, burying her fingers inside the blonde's twat.

Narcissa's body was on fire from the rough pounding her lord was giving her in the ass and Pansy's ministrations had only sped up her orgasm.

"Yesss!" She cried out, finally taking her face off the bedsheet. "Fuck me! Ohh fuck me, my lord! Take me! Fuck me in all my holes! Oh fuckkk!"

The feeling of her ass being taken so roughly and for so long coupled with how ecstatic it felt to have both her pussy and her ass played with at the same time was enough to send her over the edge and a massive orgasm coursed through her.

Harry's hands firmly grabbed her bulbous ass-cheeks as the blonde writhed under him. She had one of the most curvy rears he had ever seen and the way her lovely ass was gripping him was something else entirely. He had been holding back ever since they had been blowing him off and try as he might, he failed to hold back.

The head of his cock expanded and with a groan, he shot a powerful load deep inside Narcissa's ass. Suddenly, Narcissa pulled off his cock and turned around. Harry stared with half-lidded eyes as Pansy joined the blonde on her knees in front of him and both women grabbed his cock. Rope after rope of his hot seed shot out of his cock and covered them in white. Their faces and upper chests were awash with his cum by the time he stopped cumming.

Harry watched them feast on his potent cum. Their marks glowed a bright golden once they were done.

Grinning, they looked up at him and Harry smirked when they took their positions on either side of the bed, leaving the middle free for him. He climbed in the bed and wrapped his arms around them as they draped their bodies over his.

"Thank you, my lord," Narcissa whispered, nuzzling the side of his neck.

Harry simply pulled them closer and stared at the ceiling in contentment.

TBC.

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