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Harry and KiKi: Tales of the Boy Necromancer	By : pmczarnecki711 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 56752 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 39: Arrivals in Preparation

“Visiting the Grangers was a wonderful experience, especially as it got me away from where the frustration was making sedating mother so I could have some release very tempting.”– Dora Black on why she was grateful to visit her friend and lover even if their master was not there.

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Dora was packing in her room and very grateful that she had brought up the phone calls to Hermione as reasons why she should go over there before the trip. It had been hell even with the frequent follow up calls and knowing that Hermione’s parents were understanding and much more reasonable in allowing their daughter to explore her sexuality than her repressing mother was. The closest she had been was when her mother was out and she took a shower or drenched her dad’s massager when she came. The only other stimulation she was able to get was near orgasms from tricking her daddy to spank her and given how deeply she had explored such kinks with her master that barely soothed her appetite for those kinds of stimulations. Still the draught would be over somewhat as Hermione’s mum was understanding and gave her daughter enough privacy that they could get into some games.

She tried not to rant at the horrifically prudish clothing she was packing, but if push came to shove she could shift to fit Hermione’s sizes and hope they got some clothes shopping done when in France even if the more arousing clothes were not as likely to be available for them. Her bathing wear made her want to puke although she had seen worse among her fellow magicals up to smocks that went out of fashion almost more than a century ago. Hell at least her ankles were seen and some of her flesh was seen even if she wanted to wander about with just a pair of bikini bottoms while feeling the warm sun soothing on the rest of her nude skin. Hermione would definitely help her get some nice beach wear and other clothing while far from her mother’s gaze even if she would have to store them with Hermione.

At least she would be out of here soon and at least with Hermione she didn’t have to worry about being caught getting off by the strangely repressing yet known to be kinky woman who was her mother. Dora was still hoping that when she was with Hermione there would be more than just the usual antics even if she had accepted their methods of studying as well as how wonderful the playtimes could be. Sure she planned on having some sexual adventures with her friend, lover and fellow servant, but Hermione was closer to her now than most of her friends and even then she had rarely if ever been able to even get her mother to give her permission to meet them let alone visit.

If those two hadn’t seduced her than she would have likely gone to Siobhan and given what she knew of her friend and her housemates that the comfort would have shifted to sexual with little resistance on either of their sides. Not that she didn’t find any of her friends attractive now even if she had managed to not be pestered by them about hers as they had their own relatively normal boyfriends to deal with at the time, and personally Dora wouldn’t mind even with all the satisfying sex while at school if they hinted at more even if Harry was understanding enough not to shift the situation as they had with Penny.

As Dora tried not to glare as her mother looked over her choices in clothing she was taking, she desperately focused on the simple fact that if Andromeda Tonks went too far her master could retrieve her and there was nothing Mrs. Tonks could do about it. Harry was more than able to welcome just her back into the Black Family and then it would be a family matter and Andromeda would be unable to even get the ministry and most of the civil wizards to interfere. At least Hermione would be able to hold the nicer outfits she planned to acquire even if it couldn’t be with her official pocket money, and despite what she had heard her mutter that she wouldn’t be left desperate enough to suck, play, and fuck strangers for her spending money. She had a master that provided for her thank you very much, and while Harry did have servants that were in explicitly sexual industries, they were a far cry from the sort seen being pimped on TV.

Part of her wanted to just drop her morph and slam her mother to the wall with her spider legs, but given some of the byplay about the plan there was as close to a premonition as her fervent loathing of Divination would allow. She would be blooded sooner than later and despite her mother’s attempts to keep her ignorant about her heritage there were several truths she knew now. A Black had the diluted blood of a necromancer and thus a sympathy and rapport with death. That sympathy allowed a few impressions that the Greek traditions where communing with ghost allowed one glimpses into non-linear time to see the past or what might be. What it boiled down to was that one with even the proper amount of the Blood would have seen their most likely death at some point, and the ritual had amplified that to also allow her as Harry had once admitted that he had a sense of déjà vu when he had his first kill that he had seen the man before in a dream.

Still as she watched her mother violate her privacy by nit picking her almost granny panties being too provocative for a girl her age, Dora wondered if she had seen her own death because of those similar minded to Great Aunt Walburga and Grandmother Druella. If that had been the case than, Dora could understand why she had become twisted in her own way, and while she could accept that it didn’t mean she had to like it. There had been a reason to turn so far from things, and while if her mother saw her death because of the arranged marriage as well as the misery similar to what her sisters had ended up going through than there was some rhyme to her reasons.

Even keeping her ignorant about sex could serve a purpose as if it had not been for her master, those boys would have coerced her into things and with how much of a pleasure and sex addict her body acted like then she would have become a slave of her body’s desires more so than she was currently. As it was, if they had tried to spank her for not doing what they said, Dora doubted she wouldn’t have been so aroused as to switch into her inner slut. She would have sucked and stroked them. When they decided they wanted to fuck her, she would have eagerly thrust and pushed her ass back or arched her cunt to them depending if they had her face down or up. By then they would have likely called witnesses down and have kept her aroused to the state where she would have been the tower bike and spent the night with at first her mouth, hands and pussy being used before one of them missed or got a thought and tired of waiting and butted into her asshole before succeeding in stretching her enough that her ass would not have been passed over. After that much sex and how easily she would have come repeatedly, they would have found Dora as their eager slut willing to be whored just so long as she was getting fucked to forget everything.

None of that meant Dora enjoyed the ignorance and repression she had to endure, and she would find a way to get her beach wear as something more her style than form concealing clothing that went from her ankle to her neck with only the barest hint that she had curves detectable underneath. Finally her mother was done tossing her even more unflattering than the school robes clothes together and with a snarled, ‘Pack’ shouted her humiliating clothes were packed into the suitcases for her drive to the Grangers and trip to France. Soon enough she would be with Hermione again and away from the frustration and utter prison like supervision which was far more intruding than ever happened at school in what was a medieval fortress.

Dora was at least enough of an actor that her mother didn’t know she had just that morning while she was out finally found something to push daddy to spank her ass until she came hard even if her ass cheeks were still glowing and were tender as she sat down in her spot in the backseat of the family car. It was fading quicker than she liked and would barely be rosy by the time she could get Hermione to play with her. Very sparse masturbation sessions, the occasional spanking to being a bit more than just wet, and the sexy phone calls were a sharp decrease from more orgasms in one day than she has fingers. In addition to her lack of emotion calming and mood equilibrating pleasure, Dora had her two favorite flavors being sweet flowing pussy juice and Harry’s hot thick and slightly salty cum which she had mostly been missing like one’s favorite desert and not having anything but bland tasteless food in comparison to the sensory sensations as her favorite flavors exploded on her tongue.

With her lap hidden in shadows from her mother seeing with the rear view mirror while her daddy drove the car towards her friend’s house, Dora tried the least obvious method of getting some relief as she waited to get there. It was almost tempting to be annoying and ask are we there yet often, but given how her mother was acting all irritable there was a real risk she would have the car turned around and then call the Grangers and say the plan had changed. Now that was something Dora would not risk as she clenched her thighs together in anticipation and relief as she tried not to gasp in happy shock that the subtle less maintained road was causing the most pleasant of vibrations under her seat.

It wouldn’t be enough to have more than a minor tremor yet was like the soothing feeling of the massager when she didn’t go straight to her responsive areas to have a quick hard orgasm. So Dora tried not to close her eyes too noticeably as she let the vibrations and her thighs squeezing together with how tingly her ass was sooth her of some of the irritation her mother’s meddling caused.

‘Soon enough I will be away and Hermione is fun and nice to spend time with just hanging out,’ Dora thought as she felt her thick mortifyingly ancient looking underwear absorb and conceal how the stimulation was making her move from wet to running. ‘Hmm… if this continues I will be relaxed with a nice release even if I will have to muffle my moan when I do come. It will be nice not to hold in how wonderfully satisfying it feels when I cum let alone when I gush from coming hard.’

Dora let her body slump a bit and had her hand near her mouth which wasn’t that strange as the car rides normally left her sleepy unlike train rides or a bit unsettled on boats rocking. Just a little longer and she would be with friends and making up for lost time as the phone sex had been nice, but feeling, smelling and seeing a girl come from her attentions was much better. A bit more than half way there, Dora moved he hand to cover her mouth in a sleepy yawn which if her mum had seen how her thighs were twitching would not have bought her moan being a yawn. It helped and at least the trip was mostly over, and she would settle into a real nap until the car got closer. Hiding she was orgasming was more straining than letting it out, and she felt the muscles she had to restrain ache from the effort to remain as still and limp as she had been. Alice had at least been able to let her body stiffen partially when she was trying to milk him while appearing innocent even if she had only heard and not seen the sight.

As Dora’s family were finally approaching the driveway as Hermione’s sharp eyes saw their car drive down the street from her window including Dora stretching a bit in her seat, Hermione made sure her toy box was locked and her more riskier outfits would be out of immediate sight if Mrs. Tonks decided to try to inspect her room even though her mum had granted her almost adult privacy privileges. Still her parents had always kept their own blatantly sexual things out of sight and still did so now even after her more detailed talk with her mum. Andromeda Tonks definitely wouldn’t give advice on which vibrators and toys to start with along with their proper care and lubrication in addition to the how to deal with her monthlies and bras.

“Mum!” Hermione cried as she scampered downstairs. “You did remember that Mrs. Tonks is a bit more traditional about some things, right?”

“Yes, dear and it is a pity about that even if I don’t doubt that they are as prudish in the bedroom as they acted in public,” June said as she looked at her rather conservative dress she was wearing as they planned on a quick evening out while the two had a slumber party which neither had really done except for her daughter visiting Alice and having Anne stay over as well and that had not really happened too much in the past. “I suppose we are a rather cosmopolitan sort and Andy does seem to have some bad history to work through. Your friend’s mother did let some things about her family slip and it is understandable that she would react as she has with the way the world is constantly changing.”

“Yeah, I read up in the library about her family and the Blacks did have a reputation and her sisters married rather vile men,” Hermione added as she scrunched up her nose as she thought on that research session. “It would make sense to keep Dora away from all the bad eggs whose sons are at school now. They are too big of jerks that I doubt Dora would feel a need to rebel against Mrs. Tonks with them, and she does have a few other friends even if most are older than her and in other houses as her year is rather small due to the troubles. I know that you will cringe at the clothes she is bringing over as they make some of Gram’s clothing seem risqué, but Mrs. Tonks has a beyond Victorian dress sense for Dora regardless of her own private choices.”

Hermione didn’t want to voice that corsets while a pain to get into would likely look dazzling when Dora wore one and there were some other role play and such clothes that she wanted to dress her friend up in and see the show. Her friend would look positively evil and sexy in some of the modified leather wear even if the afterglow would prevent her from looking too Goth. Slip some tall boots with or without heels, a less than thigh length black leather skirt, and have her top show Dora’s generous cleavage with advertising Dora being owned with a collar and Hermione would drool at the sight as well as most people she knows. Harry, Alice, her parents, and just the public would get stiff seeing Dora dressed up like that instead of being hidden like she knew Mrs. Tonks would ensure her friend would arrive in a few moments.

“So we will have to take your friend shopping while she is here, but you don’t want me to tell her mother about the more practical outfits being purchased,” June said as she contemplated how to handle this. “I take it that Dora’s pocket money is carefully controlled and you two are too young for how some girls made money when I was your age. Does this mean that I need to give Dora the talk as well considering how childish Andy dresses her? We are not financially troubled, but while it won’t bother us to pay for some outfits, it sounds like your friend will need a complete wardrobe makeover.”

“The money isn’t really a problem and not to sound like we are leeching off Harry, but despite being placed with his relatives who are a little bit less financially well off than your careers have made our household, Harry Potter is from an old family and he could live comfortably just on the interest in his trust fund without even touching any of the estate,” Hermione said while trying to look somewhat troubled at exactly how much money was not a concern for her friend whom she suspected her mum and aunt thought would be one of their boyfriends at some point. “Harry is not just famous there but has both sufficient liquid and invested assets to make what you two as dentists seem closer to being the working poor. Still with growing up having to find that out and doing odd jobs for pocket change, Harry is careful with his money, but Dora is our friend and he wants her happy even if her mother seems insistent on crushing her and doing everything in her power to make sure she was completely unattractive to and opposed to those like her family.”

“Ok, so Harry who is the only boy either you, your cousin or her friend spend time with is not just rich, but wealthy to the point of possibly saying money is no object,” June said as that little revelation in addition to her daughter’s letters over the school year telling her that her friend Harry was there and you recall that Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter is the same person. “You are going to have a logical rebuttal in case anyone claims any of your friends are his friends because he buys you things so we can skip that discussion and go straight to why he would be willing to pay for Dora’s outfits besides it fitting his caring if distant personality. I know that Harry was helping Alice, Anne, and was essentially hard working at helping out in Little Winging to make it a better place despite the Dursleys seeming to be the most self-absorbed hypocritical shallow individuals I have ever seen so there are reasons but there has to be more.”

“Harry arranged for chores and pocket money help with some of his schoolmates. You know some light yard work, helping their friends clean their houses, and other things like that,” Hermione said while fidgeting lightly. “When he got his letter, Harry did a full investigation to find out why those people loathed his parents before settling into being closer to cohabitating until he could find a way out. Dora is about the closest relative that isn’t a complete waste of space that both share. Their mutual cousin is Draco Malfoy, and the best way to describe Draco is as the magical version of a Hitler Youth. Add to that he is conceited and believes he deserves to be the best at whatever he does just because of his blood which makes him sound even more like an inbred moron than he is. Thankfully, the twit spent the year occupying the other idiot in our year or at least the most open one and that is Ronald Weasley who has similar ideas but where the Malfoys think you both are subhuman animals that they can torment like most little boys do small critters, the Weasleys are closer to seeing you like animals in the zoo when they go outside their society. They are for protecting the poor helpless muggles, but bringing in some of what we take for granted in ideals are dismissed as silly muggle ideas at best or poor aping of magic at worse. As I said, they thankfully kept each other busy so we could go about our days just watching their childish attempts at debate.”

June stilled when Hermione made that comparison and what followed made her concerned that her daughter was involved with this society. Two sides and neither saw her or Vincent as people but similarly to dumb animals as a number of Europe’s citizenry had at the turn of the century for non-European people. Add to the fact that what of the orientation material she had read that there were magical beings which were likely similarly viewed as lesser beings if not beasts. June had been concerned when Minerva had picked up Hermione for her orientation and shopping trip as it felt too eerily like they were a cult or such to indoctrinate their precious daughter.

“I take it that more of Minerva’s introduction was sugarcoated and this relates to not only us but little Dora as well,” June said and only raised her eyebrow when Hermione muttered that Dora was not little before continuing on her questioning. “Goblins run the bank if what I read is right and I suppose they are not treated the best. Now considering it sounds like both of these factions view us as dumb animals so what do they think about you considering that? There is something about this that you haven’t mentioned that is going to make me more uncomfortable whine Andy is here, so let me have a few moments to collect my decorum after you tell me before they get here as I have the feeling that it might take more than a few glasses of wine with dinner tonight to relax from the bomb you are leaving in my lap.”

Hermione shuffled and she was grateful that her father was chatting with Mr. Tonks down at the end of their drive as it would give her time and she planned to get Dora into her room while the parents tried to not talk about things. As much as Dora insinuated she wanted Hermione to strip her and make up for the lack of release while demonstrating the options in her toy box, she knew that they would have to wait at least until Dora’s parents left if not her own went out for their romantic dinner once they were sufficiently settled in for the night. At least her parents trusted her not to need a sitter or governess anymore, but that also meant she couldn’t arrange for the supervisor to be one of Harry’s employees.

“The goblins are lucky if they are treated with loathing as less than second class citizens, and they have an offensive name for people like me mum. It is offensive yet shows how lazy they are in their ivory towers and supposed superiority, and they call those like me without two magical parents a Mudblood which essentially means ‘dirty blood’ or that I would contaminate their pureblood rulers with my common filthy blood,” Hermione said while looking and glaring at the floor as she shook a bit in the injustice of it all. “It is ironic since most of those crowing that they are purebloods barely qualify while the ancient lords in this society have lasted by bringing in talented and gifted people like me. Mrs. Tonks problem is that her family felt that way, arranged a marriage with a thug, and wanted Dora to have nothing to do with those aspects of society while still learning magic. This left Dora with a few problems in moving through the system as Andy neglected to teach her what those who were raised in that world grow up with knowing such as cultural things and a better understanding than the orientation packet provided.”

“Continue Hermione, I definitely will have a hard time not overindulging to not rant about this with them,” June said as she pulled Hermione to her and sat down in a chair before running her hands comfortingly to get Hermione to tell her more. “There is something important missing in the orientation material and that Andy trying to protect Dora left out which is going to make me request that you close your doors tonight as I will do the same, isn’t there sweetie? Shush, don’t get all offended that your mum and dad are affectionate and do adult things still. Remember I gave you your talk, and you never mentioned if I will need to give one to Dora since it sounds like Andy may have left the more interesting parts out.”

“Political and government jobs are even more about networking than otherwise and without the manners and connections that Mrs. Tonks denied Dora there will be problems getting anywhere unless she gets a patron; however, Harry will be able to act as that for all of us and as our friend he won’t be the utter bastard that Mr. Malfoy and his associates would be,” Hermione answered as she relaxed and started to confess some of the things outside the rose colored vie her mum had been shown. “Unfortunately, it would be worse if you tried to pull me out as they have rules against leaving untrained magicals out and about where without training my accidents would possibly be worse to reveal their society. They barely have laws that protect you two and that was more about revealing them, and the sanctimonious bastards like Malfoy would think nothing about removing your memories of me and make everyone think I had died or disappeared. They do have rules once you are accepted at a school to prevent such things, and I hate to say it is almost a mix between a feudal and manorial society where your rights are what your betters allow.”

June didn’t respond and just held Hermione as she told her more horrific things and she thought about what might happen to those who didn’t accept the invitation as she had hoped they only prevented them from disclosing what they learned. Unfortunately it seemed that like a fairy tale there were monsters out there and the government was as usual uncaring about the little people unless it benefitted them. She had some interest in History and was familiar with how commoners were treated in both of those societies and it seemed that the magicals viewed them as either peasants or serfs barely lucky to not be outright slaves in the system.

“Harry is the last scion of House Potter which is an Ancient and Noble House in both their society and ours,” Hermione continued after letting the enveloping concern calm her down to speak. “Muggleborn students are granted protection as guests of first Hogwarts when they accept the letter and their house when they are sorted. So I have that protection as well as Dora does; however, this does not allow one to be considered for employment by most without making connections at school. Employment contracts can be magically binding and while it was designed to enforce the equivalent of NDA requirements when one is considering how lazy and self-obsessed they can be it can be twisted horrifically. Mr. Tonks does not have the suitable ability to protect his daughter in case some of the contracts were sinister because I looked up his recorded magical index and besides influence and authority from birth there is less sugarcoated acceptance of might still being right. So Dora was left uninformed about these things and the heads of house typically inform the muggleborn as the others are informed about such things by their parents, and Malfoy and those like him would be more than willing to entrap Dora in an essential Faustian deal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I first found out, but think how bad you would feel and want to react without the soothing fact that my friend is more than able to be my shining knight when necessary.”

“Definitely making you lock your doors and ensure the room is as soundproof as possible since your father will be doing his best to comfort me through this situation,” June said in a huff while pulling Hermione into as comforting a hug as possible where she giggled from what her mum admitted. “So to protect Dora from the influence of these people and their indoctrinating her daughter with their beliefs, Andy risked some bad things happening to Dora while also seeming to completely keep her innocent about her body and ignorant about what puberty is doing to her. Is there anything I should know about your friendship, darling?”

“Not really mum,” Hermione said with a blush as she thought about both the talk she had given Dora and their mutual explorations. “I had to give Dora your version of the Talk, and likely will lend her some toys while she is here. Mrs. Tonks is going to look through her luggage when she gets home so I can’t lend her one. I will admit that you were right and it did help relieve the stress at school. Unfortunately for both you and aunty, Harry and I are not dating, but who knows what a few more years will result in since he is my best friend while otherwise Dora is my other best friend. We made a few other friends, but dragging Dora along is complicated enough even without her mother’s obsessive and compulsive need to micromanage her life. As for my friends, Su lives across the world while Susan and Hannah would visit if they could but our lack of ability to be on the Floo Network. Dora has a few other friends, but they were pretty much a few years older than her and already dating with plans involving their current boyfriend or seeing what comes of a summer romance.”

“So play nice and see about getting Dora out more to be a normal girl than have her development arrested while still remaining amicable with Andy,” June said as she let Hermione out of her almost smothering hug before getting a kiss on the cheek form her serious looking daughter who then broke out giggling. “Well it is not that bad and it is not as if I didn’t have friends wanting to spend time away from their more strict parents by visiting me when I was your age. While it is your summer break, I know I don’t need to demand you do some studying, but it is nice not needing to pry you out off a book even though I can be the same at times. We can see about planning a few days of shopping trips with Dora tomorrow because I think your friend isn’t going to stand waiting while your dad and Ted talk much longer.”

“Thanks mum,” Hermione said before giving her mum a hug and another peck on the cheek before hopping out of her lap and moving to hug Dora as she came in the door. “Dora it is so good to see you again! Let’s leave the parents to talk and get down to planning your time with us. While there will be some relaxation, I do want to see some sights of interest. We also will want to double check our summer assignments now so not to rush later.”

Hermione moved Dora up the stairs to her room while helping move her luggage with them. She set the luggage down near her bed before straining her ears to hear downstairs and when it sounded clear pulling Dora into a passionate kiss and dragging her down on the bed to make out for a few minutes while they talked. When Dora had calmed down from needing to frantically hug and make out with her, Hermione settled to lying back on her bed as they both calmed down just in case Mrs. Tonks decided to come up the stairs to further impose her control on not just Dora but while she was there Hermione as well.

“It is so wonderful to see you again, Hermione,” Dora said with her flushed face lit up with a smile before a minor frown lasted a moment as she realized her summers would be hell compared to the heaven when out of her mother’s smothering control. “I just realize that I don’t have a nickname for you even if you do have one that I can’t use, and the ones your parents use are theirs as well. This is nice and all just relaxing, but your name is longer than mine and I doubt we can just waste away the day even if it is a nice change.”

“You have a point, my delicious Dora,” Hermione teased before laughing at how unserious she felt with her friend staying over. “I think you should call me something like Ne since it doesn’t seem that bad of a nickname and you are right I would only let my mum and dad call me what they do. Well Harry would be the other exception, but his pet names are as arousing as they are affectionate. So did you finish your summer schoolwork, Dora?”

“What else was there to do?” Dora asked in response as she was either overly watched at home or trying to do something to pass the time. “Everyone else was busy and mother was working while daddy was around more than enough. Please tell me that we can go shopping before going on the trip. My clothes are like this or worse as it makes me look like a boy at best with how concealing and obscuring of my figure they are. Even if I can’t get some decent less humiliating clothes, I plan to at least not wear the nightmares of bathing wear mother ensured I pack.”

“Definitely shopping and mum agrees with me as I do wonder how she tried not to be mortified by what you came over with although the school uniform was almost as unflattering,” Hermione said while lounging on her bed just enjoying having company for a change. “Still probably should get through some review and it would look innocent if that prudish anomaly decides to peak on us.”

Dora agreed and reluctantly stopped laying back and just enjoying the comfort and lack of oppressive control here. They pulled out there schoolwork and review notes while sitting on the bed together since Hermione’s desk only was set up for one person at that time. She hoped sitting on the same bed would not be scandalous enough to get into trouble while her ears twitched as she listened in on their parent’s discussion and Hermione noticed Dora doing the same. Hiding her real appearance all the time since parting had to strain her friend, but Dora showing her ritual transformation would definitely cause the situation to explode.

There were some encoded notes in the margins of their regular notes, and Hermione was somewhat sad that her research after seeing Professor McGonagall transforming in their first transfiguration class showed that because Dora was a Metamorphmagus she could not become an Animagus technically. She could look like an animal, but Dora would need to learn to mimic the instinctive motions that an Animagus had. The Animagus transformation also had minor improvements from their form present even when normal, and it had brought up a discussion if the werewolf curse was an attempt to systematically create people with a wolf Animagus form. It did make sense in a theoretical basis and the curse did grant more improvements that were progressions from the gifts of an Animagus. Unfortunately, the advantages of being allergic to silver and having no control of the change and their primal wolf id was in control when they changed.

Sadly the Wolfsbane potion seemed to only allow some control even if the few case studies showed still being drained after returning to human form. That it took effort to find that it was published by Severus Snape didn’t fill them with the best of feelings. He released things far less frequently than he had in his earlier career, and teaching in the manner he did was time efficient for him if not in conveying understanding to the rest of their schoolmates. Gryffindors besides Fred and George seemed to have any interest in the field ruined by the professor’s awful manners.

They continued to go over their work and converse about other things in code and innuendo as they waited for her parents to leave where they lay back and read some between kissing and affectionate caresses. They made sure not to be too indecent when they heard June make her way up to change before leaving for the night with Vincent which from the look she was sporting would involve a lot of wine and as Hermione knew her mum would drag her father to bed and they would be quite loud.

“I expect you two to be asleep by the time we get back,” June said as she walked in just her panties with her clothes already stored for her shower. “You may not have to worry about getting up early for school, but we are going shopping tomorrow Dora and since it sounds like you haven’t been on a proper shopping spree yet that you will want plenty of rest. This is a bit personal but considering what your mother’s notions are I have to ask considering I can see the hideous things Andy had you pack for beachwear. Considering the style of swimwear Hermione favors and being young I take it you will want a bikini so I have to ask if you will need a trim. We could do it here, but I wish there was a spa we could make an appointment with and all the ones I know are booked until after we would get back.”

Dora blushed at that and wondered how to answer when Hermione gave her a look. This was a sticky situation, but Hermione had pretty much stated she had given her friend the June version of the talk which had included proper care in general as well. Hell Hermione had told her mum and while Dora was up here without screaming that June knew that Hermione would be lending her some toys during her stay and giving her a more experienced advice on things.

“Dora doesn’t need to worry about trimming, Mum,” Hermione answered while Dora flushed to the same state she was after having to beg for relief from coming too often. “I did tell her about it and offered to help at school, but magic has given Dora a leg up on the rest of us. She doesn’t need to worry about her hair looking any way she doesn’t want either on her head or anywhere else. I have to admit that changing hair styles without accessories or a charm or potion to grow hair when one wants it long would be nice and that is better than having to wait to grow your hair long enough.”

June looked at both of them in confusion as there had been some mention of beauty potions and Hermione had mentioned a charm could grow and shrink teeth when they were there. So how did Dora get out of the hours of time spent in trimming, shaving, styling and the rest of the body detailing things? Waxing hurt like hell and shaving had its own risks such as marring the skin although the closest Vincent had come to making her feel completely in his control and submitting to him was when he shaved her pussy even if she dealt with the rest by herself.

“I am a metamorphmagus, Mrs. Granger,” Dora said before shifting the hair on her head threw half a dozen styles. “Mother is afraid since with training I can look like anyone and could pass for an adult or get into situations I am unprepared for and that future boyfriends will want me to tweak how I look to maximize how they drool.” Dora emphasized that by causing her breasts to swell stretching her shirt out before continuing. “The plus size is I never need to bother with a hair stylist to change the shape, texture or color of my hair and that includes having any elsewhere. Hermione thought that the reason my friends were upset is that I never have to wax, tweeze, or shave ever and they found it took too much time from their boyfriends to look nice. I think I was grateful Hermione wasn’t upset or told them most beautifying things I don’t have to worry about. So no Mrs. Granger I don’t need a trim to not have hair showing outside my suit and I do plan to get a bikini. Was there anything special about the beach that I should know?”

“It is top optional, and Vincent was at first reluctant to have Harry around if you start walking about topless so he can see how far either of you have developed, but I did say it would help partially desensitize him so he didn’t ogle any he saw,” June said with a naughty smile and a hefting of her chest for them to see. “I know Andy would not approve, but hopefully you keep an open mind and not just about the beach since I don’t believe you have travelled much, dear? There are so many wonderful things to see and experience in the world that keeping you ignorant about some of it would be not in your best interests.”

“Thanks mum,” Hermione said as Dora hugged her and sat up to hug June as well. “I hope that something happens since even though Dora doesn’t need to have the upkeep things done that don’t mean that a spa day wouldn’t be wonderful to visit. Maybe see if someplace has pampering available if we don’t need to have primping done. Have fun on your date tonight, mum.”

“We will and you have the number where to reach us and you are responsible enough not to get in trouble while we are out,” June said before leaning over and kissing Hermione’s forehead and looking at her fondly. “This isn’t what I thought your first sleepover would be like, but it is good to know you both have good friends to spend time with. Now I need to get ready and I will see you in the morning.”

June continued her walk to the shower slipping out of her skimpy panties while the two girls continued to chat. It had been tempting to have Vincent share her shower, but then they would be late and possibly end up with the girls seeing how far from boring their sex lives still were after so many years of marriage. The shower did help her calm down from dealing with Andy even if Vincent thought Ted was alright if a bit less outgoing than him. The discussion did leave her craving some nice wine, good food, some dancing, and then having Vincent ravish her all night long. The only problem was that the doors were mostly soundproofed as were the walls or they might have to worry about the girls rushing in from the noise.

“So what are we going to do while they are gone?” Dora asked Hermione with a mischievous smile as she thought she knew the answer. “I know we have to get our work done and the research on the projects is interesting, but I have been cooped up with barely any relaxation at all. What with that woman sniffing about for even the slightest hint that I think anything more complicated than when I was five, and barely time to get a minor shudder in the shower or opportunity to use the only make shift toy and the closest to sexual contact was trying not to moan when I tricked daddy into spanking me when mother was out.”

“Aw, poor dear sounds like you will like seeing if I have gotten rusty as well as trying out some of the toys from my toy box,” Hermione teased as she rolled over and kissed Dora tenderly while working her legs apart with her rubbing her leg against the quickly becoming aroused with lustful passion girlfriend. “Besides that I wanted to spend some time with you and that did include fucking you senseless, sweetie. I haven’t had a taste of pussy besides my own since the train and you look good enough to eat.”

Dora just smiled and let Hermione go to town in making her moan which was not heard over the closed door and shower. Hermione heard her parents leave while she was sitting on Dora’s face to both muffle her and get some attention of her own while the door muffled the squishing sound as her fingers rapidly stroked inside her friend before she decided to get her first taste of another pussy in several weeks and the accident with her mum didn’t count.

“Let’s see how you like this toy, slut,” Hermione purred as she rocked on Dora’s face and grabbing one of the battery operated toys after lapping Dora’s pussy of her excess juices she had gushed and licking her fingers clean of the same sweet nectar. “It is a rather simple vibrator, but there are a lot of toys to try out. After that, we can see about refreshing some positions and I might spank you between some of the toys and positions. You are still a little bit red, but considering that you had to get your daddy to spank you enough to cum without him noticing so you weren’t able to hump his knee or shift so his fingers stimulated this sensitive pussy of yours.”

Hermione stopped talking as Dora responded to the toy by using her tongue like the more complex one she had to vibrate, rotate and piston in and out of her pussy until Dora had to keep guzzling as she made her gush repeatedly. After that happened, Hermione settled into explaining the toy before using it and kept Dora guessing s she couldn’t see the toy. Eventually Hermione needed to let her pussy calm down and switched to kneeling between the barely coherent in sexual bliss Dora’s knees while continuing her product demonstrations.

Hermione snapped after the first half dozen toys and kissed Dora before sliding to rest with their heated wet cunts pressed together and she started to make out and fuck Dora as she tried to make them both have a number of orgasms. Covered in sweat and feeling her pussy tingling with its sensitivity, Hermione settle next to Dora breathing in deep gasps from the more physically demanding motions they had been doing.

“Thank you mistress,” Dora mumbled as she wiggled closer and fell half asleep. “I missed you.”

“I missed you to pet, and our master misses us as well,” Hermione said while she affectionately petted the drowsy and lost count of her orgasms girl. “Just rest and we can play some more later. We might even hear a show if they get too worked up to close their door all the way. I heard them and went to investigate and they looked hot fucking almost as good as I think you look when master has spanked your ass and had you on your hands and knees with your ass up and moving from having you cum all over his dick to lubricate it before he reams your ass. The sounds you make and they made were arousing enough that I needed to get off, but it is difficult to watch and not want to join in. That is something that would cause problems even if it was fun.”

She was right about that and even if Harry had been one thin skin hugging pants from fucking her that was not an excuse to tempt fate and resolve with being close enough to think about touching two hot lovers either fucking or making slow sweet heaven smashing love. It had been so tempting to silently crawl into the room onto the bed and while they were distracted start adding hands and fingers to make them cum even harder or more often. She had gotten a taste on their way to the bathroom as some had been on her mum’s fingers and then masturbating as she could hear her mum doing so while thinking about her lover fucking her mum had left Hermione confused about what was beyond kinky to sick outside of role play and fantasizing. Hermione had realized that she was so used to helping position Harry when it was necessary that she had almost slipped him out and positioned his dick to thrust into and not rub against her mum’s soaked snatch. Hermione though about these things as she let her body drop from hear pounding body red and flushed with arousal and her nerves tingling in afterglow aftershocks. It was nice to have Dora here besides the hot sex and a chance to have some pussy juice that wasn’t from fingering and playing with her own honey pot.

Hermione felt Dora snuggling against her after she had collapsed from their grinding themselves to several releases after they had lapped each other to mutual satisfaction before wanting more than just that level of sensations. Still as fun as Dora was and the orgasms had been wonderful for both of them, Hermione missed Harry and talking to him constantly when she felt like it even though she knew that as a man he liked his silence well enough as did she when studying.

She reached over for what as a soon to be teenaged girl her mother had considered as much an obvious necessity as her varied toy box for her teenage exploration complete with plenty of lubricants and manuals in how to best enjoy them, and that was since they hadn’t gotten the mirrors from Harry yet was a normal corded phone with plenty of length. It had been useful when she had earlier called both Harry and Dora before her arrival, and while it was less exciting to only hear and not see as the mirrors would provide for them there was still the best chance for a real time conversation with her beloved master.

“Hello Tabitha, could I speak with Harry please?” Hermione asked into the phone as she felt Dora half aware and moving against her body. “Tell him this is Hermione Granger calling to speak with him.”

Hermione heard the click before the music turned on as she waited. It wasn’t the worst music to listen to and she was still slightly flushed from her fun with Dora so waiting wasn’t that bad even if she felt the need to hear his voice if she couldn’t sleep content in his embrace. Waiting wasn’t that much of an inconvenience even if part of her wondered how playful the women and girls that seemed to flock around her master would be. Harry was a studious person, but given how frequently their hormones and natural interests had required to table some work for a good releasing fucking even if they always got their schoolwork and personal projects done ahead of schedule. The sexual chemistry and attraction between them was very explosive and she was grateful that they were able to pour the normal intensity they did things with to their love life.

Waiting while it was likely that Tabitha was flirting at the least with her boss and Hermione’s master, the kinky bookworm pondered what she wanted to do and how to ask it. Dora had the knack of more body control and could modify her body including all her hairs as she liked. The rituals had at least mostly removed the nuisances of some of her personal care even if the idea of Harry being the one to sculpt her body was attractive. It would have taken a lot to repress some of the things she had seen since meeting Harry and the train station had really opened her eyes that her mother was a woman which brought some obvious conclusions even before stumbling on their still active sex life.

Hermione did plan to show off Harry and her fellow girls while on the beach, and get Dora some nice and sexy clothes even if she would have to hold on to most of them since Andromeda was having issues. No, part of her was torn in how close she had come to moving between her mother’s hug turned frothing with her lover to free him from rubbing into her soaked and waiting sex with his pant clothed cock to plunge it into her like she had known they both wanted on some levels. Her only hesitation was the same as she had managed to pick up through her connection and that was both essentially physically teenagers had too much respect for her mother and father to cut in, but with the knowledge that she was picking up and going over her memories that most of her aunts were her parents shared lovers.

Still if she hadn’t been so out of her own control and had asked her mother one simple question then there would not be the situation now, and she did owe her father for the situation even if she had seen and heard the pleasant result when her mother who she could no longer think of as an asexual parent had fucked in so deliciously arousing ways. She trusted her father as much as her master or was it she trusted Harry as much as she did her father, but either way the recovering girl was certain that parading Dora would benefit her father, mother and Aunt May. Sure he would spend a few minutes to hours hard as hell before they either snuck off or retired to fuck for the night, but Dora was a pussy wetter and cock hardening girl even if she realized most of her lovers and female acquaintances were.

Hermione didn’t think she was that bad looking for her age nor were Alice, Anne, Hannah and Susan, but Dora would press most men to need to fuck someone with how she looked when not in revealing clothes in her natural form. According to Harry, Bella looked similar enough now that they suspected that Narcissa looked as good even if she was eye catching when they had saw her on the station separately. There was a thrill as she knew Harry was in the process of seducing her as they had her niece, and there was the added thrill of knowing Harry would soon or had already sanctified the poor pussy forced to pass the useless ponce Draco Malfoy with his attentions. If she had to go almost a decade without Harry she would go mad, and even if she had detected the faint traces of sex with women when she had walked by there was a connection she felt there.

Listening as her mother talked with Andromeda had given her the conclusion that Andy needed her husband not just to fuck her as she was at least not messed up like Narcissa, but Andy needed someone to own her like Dora to be really happy. It was obvious that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, but that Theodore or Teddy as she had mentioned even if sating her natural kinky dispositions wasn’t dominating her like Harry had done to Dora, Bella, and soon enough Cissa. From the casual observation, Cissa would be very receptive and now this waiting on the phone gave her enough time to mull over her notions about her parents and how Harry and June’s near fuck had affected things.

Did she feel bad about what they had already done? No, Hermione realized she didn’t, but she felt the certain acceptance that she wanted to watch at the least if not help when they decided to do so with her father knowing and accepting be the most uncertain factor. Vincent was a good man, a loving father, and he definitely made her mother happy. She didn’t want Harry to destroy their marriage even if part of her wanted to insist she watch as Harry gave her mother the utter domination she herself craved. Her father was able to play both sides so her mother was sexually satisfied without taking in the fact she likely enjoyed toping the women she shared her bed with. Still, Harry was on the far side of the scale and being controlled by others was very displeasing to him, and Su it seemed was closer to the other end of the spectrum needing to be owned as much as Dora did. Not that either of those were the complete and utter submissive that she dreaded Harry finding someday.

She had looked into more than her parents suspected, and there were some that without a master could barely breathe without being told to do so. Harry would or assign someone to do everything in ordering them to eat, sleep, use the bathroom, and so many details that it might be less interesting. Her master was too protective even if he could be a cold hearted bastard at times especially to his enemies, and even when he had tried to divorce himself from caring about anyone and solely dedicated to his ambition he had saved her cousin and her friend. It was always possible that those with submissive desires would be abused and not cared for. Hermione had realized that there was a very grey area in life already even if Harry had intractable rules that had helped anchor him through the mess that was his life.

Hermione was fairly certain that while her master did love her and the rest of his close followers that he had issues with emotional attachment to people in general, but that even his female servants and employees seemed to appreciate his appearance and were obviously in lust considering that her master was while only looking like a well-developed teenager attractive enough to distract. She knew that they would be advertising on the beach and Alice and Anne would also be crowing about with how close they were to Harry. Still there was no chance to get him in too revealing of clothing as while he had no problems walking nude around his dwellings there was no chance in hell to get him in ridiculously skimpy swimwear even if they planned on bikinis closet to thongs in how much skin would show. It would be fun to see if Dora’s ritual did make her as attractive in general as they found her to be, and Hermione had accepted her own inclinations even as after the blinders were torn off by how close her mother had come to doing more than dry humping Harry. Waiting did allow her to think even if her hand was tempted to pet the sleepily nuzzling Dora.

“Thanks, Tabitha,” Hermione said when she heard the girl come on as the music cut off. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting him too much. Oh, resting after a long day, well I can see the boss needing some rest time considering how his schedule is so full. No I don’t mind you wondering what I look like since you said he did mention me, but I suppose and hope to get a tour soon enough even if we are vacationing in France soon. Just think how fun it will be to see how some of the ladies and gents respond to him on the beach and for your information I look a bit like Alice since I am her cousin. I suppose I have been waiting a bit and so has the master.”

Hermione listened as the phone disconnected before connecting again and she relaxed as she heard the subtle sounds in the background. Her master had been playing and it strained a bit, but she could hear some women cleaning each other in the background. Her breathing hitched as she wondered if he was mid coitus this time as Alice had talked while forced to stay still while he was sheathed completely inside her the last time she called.

She listened to her master as he greeted her and processed his questions. There was a lot of things that she wanted to talk to him about, but it was interesting how having a girl pressed against her helped her relax even with Harry and his voice being stimulating enough to make her want to start writhing against Dora again. It wasn’t fair that he could make her go from sated to insatiable with just casual conversations. Sure she wondered why it seemed that life was making up for the misery that had been heaped on her master when he was younger, but even with how things were going she knew there were people that they would have to deal with in time.

Voldemort had to be confirmed dead and his followers dealt with, Dumbledore punished for his actions, and his family cared for properly. The Blacks were his family and she hoped that Alice, Anne and the rest were as well even if they all wanted to exact a pound of flesh from the Dursleys for their behavior to their lord. Other threats were obvious to her as well and Hermione let that draw to the background as she considered his question for her.

“Hey Harry, love it is good to talk to you again as well. Yeah as for what we have been up to, Dora and I have been catching up, but while we do like to learn there is more to life than books,” Hermione said while her arm was wrapped around the slowly nuzzling in her sleepy daze Dora even as her thigh was warmed by her lover slowly grinding against her. “Besides, we are going to the beach for certain now and want to look great doing so and that takes preparation and while we can do some of the preparations for ourselves it is easier if we went somewhere. The problem is that spas are expensive and getting an appointment at a nicer one although some of the grooming and such could be done at other places. Alice and Anne could use a trip to one and mum could do with some pampering as well.”

After her long admission, Hermione listened to the reply that Harry had while wondering about what was going on that he sounded so amused to be watching and from the sounds she did wish that he should have had the time to visit Gringott’s or Sirius to have the mirrors available so she could see him and what he wanted to watch that caused his voice to be so thrilling. Her hearing was not as advanced as Harry’s already was, but it sounded as if Harry had been toping Narcissa Malfoy as well as Bella and that hot maid she wanted to pin down and see whose tongue would tire sooner.

The barely whispered sounds that were muffled were making Hermione wonder what those three were doing and it did cause her to suspect that they were engaged in a daisy chain, but while those were delightfully wicked to be enjoying there was the fact that while her own one with Dora and Su had been even better as Harry had eventually been too unwilling to just watch and thus he had been out of necessity plunging into each of their squirming asses in turn. It had been a very hot time and their cries had been muffled by their head being trapped between one another’s thighs. Knowing that both of the Ladies Black Harry had been fucking were at least her mother’s age meant that her own contemplations allowed her mind to fulfill the twisted desires that she knew both had, and if only she had the coherency to have asked in that blurry with lust moment if her parents were an open couple than she could have rubbed against them as her master dominated her mother and satisfied that craving she had drenched her fingers watching her father come close to accomplishing. The sounds weren’t helping and her hand really wanted to play with Dora again, and her own memories and fantasies were making it difficult to think.

“Right so the Lotus Blossom Spa,” Hermione said as she let her hand around Dora begin to stop twitching as she allowed her hand to caress her like she wanted. “Thanks Harry and is there anyone to ask to see?”

Hermione listened to Harry as he told her some interesting things about the spa and she wondered about how her mother would take to it being a full service spa. He was definitely distracted and from the sounds in the background enjoying a wonderful show. Her hand was busy with caressing Dora along her thigh and ass, and Hermione could feel the heat and wetness her attentions were stirring up. He did bring up a good point about things and let her know whom to ask for when either making the appointment or arriving for the day of pampering and beautifying. Kat did sound like there was some more to it from the way he said her name and Hermione wondered how many lovelies had helped Harry to further hone his natural talent and improve on their mutually gained experience.

His answer and voice had stilled for a moment and she suspected that he was listening to the less muffled sounds of from the voice Cissa being driven to orgasm from one or more women working her over like an instrument for his enjoyment and her own audio-voyeuristic pleasure. The mirrors were something to definitely acquire as they were more useful for communications that either other magical or mundane methods. The mirrors were better than cell phones that were currently quite bulky even if she knew that some companies would be doing their best to make the new electronics more attractive and useful. Hermione had little doubt that Harry had already increased his own investments in the current companies since they were already quite profitable as well as her insistence on not abandoning technology after she had thought it through. She had kicked herself when she had seen her friend and happily now her master at the station, but since his art had not appeared in any of her books she had wondered about it as even the potions had some differences. McGonagall’s briefing about the Statutes of Secrecy had confused her as Harry had ordinary girls and his own brewing going at that point in time.

Her contemplation on the state of things and how her life had become destroyed and rebuilt was cut short by Harry resuming talking to her even as she heard the louder wails as a woman was definitely being kept in the throes of multiple orgasmic ecstasy. If it was Narcissa as she suspected, Harry had one over on the nuisance as Draco had obviously not inherited any of her intelligence or mannerisms as Lucius seemed to be whom all of his thoughts, actions and habits were modeled after. He just had to plant more arousing images in her mind as she could hear his own husky voice make her body start to press into Dora’s now draped leg resting between her parted thighs. All of his points were important even as he put the most sexually enticing spin on things.

Harry just had to plant more sexually provocative images of her mother in her mind especially after her time with Dora had unwound some of the itch her own treatments had not removed after both the station and seeing how sexually fulfilling her parents sex life was first hand. She had a full body flush as Harry expounded on how attractive he found her, June and Alice while ensuring her early trauma in her self-esteem was soothed. She did agree with him that Dora was a gorgeous girl and she did want to show off the girl on the beach as well as revel in being close to Harry and the others while the masses there knew they were beyond their reach.

His answer on why he had held back even as both Granger women had been almost delirious to have Harry stretch June’s sopping wet sex while he hugged her made sense as her desire to have her master make her mother submit and embrace his dominating her was only help off by the tiniest voice in her mind about her respect for her father. Vincent was a wonderful man and a loving father as well as from her own observations more than willing to ensure her mother was as sexually and otherwise happy and content as possible, but she had seen the subtle difference and realized that both of her parents were a mix of needing to dominate and be dominated. Her mother had played mistress as much as eager submissive for her father, but Harry was as extreme an example of being a dominant as Su seemed to be a submissive. He got her all heated and feeling her sex leave moisture as she slowly rocked against Dora’s slowly moving leg as the girl also rocked against her with Hermione happily automatically playing with her ass cheeks even if her hand had not started rhythmically spanking as the thought past through her mind.

“So you want to know what I think about what happened at the station, sir,” Hermione said as she felt the hot flesh of Dora’s smooth leg pressing into her parted lips as the girl had a hand squeezing her perky breast while her own was doing the same to the wiggling girl’s ass. “I have to admit that I have been contemplating how I feel about it, and I have to say that if it was not for daddy that I would have likely found a way to get you out of your tight pants and rubbing mum’s sopping wet lips and instead seeing how deep you could sink into her. It was a very confusing time and you were very distracting with how potent your musk was along with how your very movements seemed to send singles straight to my heated honey pot. If I had been thinking straight and been able to help by asking mum if they have what from further enlightened observations indicated a relatively open relationship then things would have been different. Still I think the rest of the girls plan to keep you occupied so that there won’t be an accident where you end up slipping inside mum until we are sure how mum will take our relationships. By the not so subtle looks, mum suspects that Dora is more than just a friend sleeping over and if her own flirting with my real and honorary aunts is an indication as well then mum isn’t panicking about things with Alice and or Anne either. Daddy is who I am unsure would be ready to accept his precious princess is busy having her body ravished by a boy even with how much he seems to like you. I think that mum will suspect that we are as far as we were before Yule, but after that we were far more than simply precocious.”

Hermione stopped talking to hear what her master’s response would be as well as enjoying Dora writhing against her while she arched into the rubbing leg while letting her hand now shift from squeezing Dora’s round and supple ass to spanking her which caused her to moan so close to her ear. It took some effort to concentrate on what her lord was telling her while Dora was busy half sleepily grinding against her and fondling her panting mounds while now nibbling her neck even as her other was being bumped by one of Dora’s barely inhalable breasts. It had been fun playing while Alice had been busy trying to stay still while Harry was buried balls deep in her during their last phone conversation, but she really wished she had found a way to get those mirrors sooner than later as having one mounted above her bed would have allowed her to watch what Dora was doing to her or allow her master to see even if she suspected his entertainment was moving from the sudden barely stifled gasp while he was talking. Hermione wondered which of her fellow lover and eager sex slaves to the master was taking his impressive endowment inside her and where she was doing so.

It was very difficult to concentrate through the ministration and the background stimulation hearing her master try not to pant and the lack of squishing meant that either the woman enjoying him was still while working on muscle control, or more likely suckling him as she herself had already many happy memories of doing. Hermione was fairly certain that her master was not going to expand the permanent membership of his immediate consorts and lovers, but there were still plenty of women that Hermione would enjoy seeing him with and wouldn’t mind playing with as well. Penny would keep Dora busy and Alice and Anne were often tied together to keep out of her own Harry time. Su was too bred a servant to cause too much problems in the Dynamic and even Susan had Hannah to keep her busy. Still Alice and Anne were a bit more mischievous and impetuous than she had turned out and there was a chance that one of their most likely housemates would attract their attention for good or ill. Either way there was more chance that she could enjoy being his right hand while beating Alice to be his left. There were others too consider, but Hermione hadn’t failed to see that her master was ensuring that if he wanted one on one time and not just the sexual group sessions that they could have someone suitable to pair off and play with when they needed.

At first she supposed Dora was her own choice for a playmate and then Penny had brought a complication to things, but that would be settled one way or the other by the first few days or week at most in returning to Hogwarts. Having the forerunner for the following years Head Girl and the incoming sixth year prefect as well as grooming Dora to become prefect in her fifth year was useful even if Hermione had felt an irritation in the situation as Penny had hogged their mutual Harry as well as Dora’s time. She hoped the coming year would be easier as well, but continuing to amass influence and power without the meddling and scheming headmaster finding out would be difficult, but not impossible with the assets her master already acquired. It was somewhat shocking that Harry had come so close to making the Head of the DMLE beg to be used by him, but that was just her master’s natural dominance and sexual charisma showing through.

As Hermione struggled between the dual sensations of euphoria and focusing on listening to her master’s words, she realized that the truly shocking thing was that Hermione had found that there was nothing that Harry had done that was not exempted through legal loopholes even if some had not been utilized in centuries. His culling of the muggle criminal and monsters were actually legal as he was mostly able to claim to have been protecting his property and overseeing his domain. The legal loopholes in that he hadn’t technically been muggle baiting or hunting were concerning the rights of self-defense and the defense of property and landholder rights that were rather manorial in historic consideration. As long as her master didn’t break into their owned homes there was far more flexibility in neutralizing any ministerial investigations.

The people hadn’t cared about the muggles that Sirius had supposedly blown up, but they had been more aggravated by the fictitious demise of Peter and the betrayal by the scion of a dark family to a practically oath sworn brother. Muggle protection was not currently that much of a focus and from the Daily Prophet, Hermione knew the newest one was being sponsored by the less influential Arthur Weasley and that while it was somewhat enlightened in comparison to the other archaic laws there was plenty of opposition. Even during Voldemort’s reign of terror there had been talk of restoring muggle hunting to full legal permissions, and the less she had found about the lower class rights she would have had outside of Hogwarts the better. Hermione had no problem in Harry using these biased laws and system to his advantage. It was somewhat infuriating that while she could not tell her non immediate family that her master had more permissions to tell all of his employees as they were mostly living with him enough if not outright legally his vassal property.

Those thoughts were driven out form the pleasure that Dora’s attention and her maser’s words were stirring up in her body. She had a slight exhibitionist streak and Hermione reveled in Harry making her climax or at least watching her succumb to the passionate sensations. She realized that her parents were similar minded to her and thus neither would be willing to initiate things with her, but it was a certainty that her mum was torn with how her body had succumbed to Harry even if he was but a few years older that she would have no self-recrimination at how things had already gone unless she was totally wrong about her parents sexual lives.

“True enough that mum can pass for my university aged sister, and I have seen their faces when they read about certain predators in the news,” Hermione said when Harry had stopped talking even if she could hear his straining not to pant from whichever of his bedmates was getting him as worked up as she was. “Still I know that you really got her worked up and while most women would feel jealous, none of us are jealous of your other lovers and you seem to know how to get us to cooperate instead of how jealous and bickering we should be in our competitive natures. Regardless, I think after thinking on it more since then and our last discussion that I do hope that the indications are right since I know mum is practically a switch like me and even as good at being dominating to her in bed that daddy is that mum needs that special thrill of being controlled, made to submit, and dominated and used in bed. So master mine, who is it that you are playing with right now as I really need to know before Dora drives me to distraction! That’s it Dora… Suck my tit and pinch my other one like a good little sexy slut slave! Don’t you dare stop moving against my sobbing cunt or your own, pet, or I will really tan this ass of yours!”

Hermione enjoyed Dora swallowing her tit into her mouth while she had her other hand roughly squeezing, pulling and otherwise stimulating the other as she rocked into Hermione’s leg as her own rubbed the open arched and spread sex of her lover. Her own lust rushed through her body as her eyes rolled back and she listened while every sound snapped into clarity and she heard the impossible that there was a way that Dora could improve in her oral talents when she could already move a girl from uninterested to gushing into her mouth within a few minutes at most. As the orgasm hit, Hermione floated with the image of Harry fucking the sexy blond and Draco dropping dead in shock after he had her lap at the joined lovers since he had passed out from just seeing the ecstasy Cissa felt while Harry drove her to orgasm until she whimpered needing her spent body to rest.

“Yes!” Hermione managed to say as she held Dora’s screaming mouth against her chest while her hand made a rapid beat in spanking Dora’s reddened ass. “Oh Master! Your slaves are coming hard now!”

Hermione collapsed even as Dora managed to roll on top of her when her legs went limp. The two flushed girls lay there pressed together while Dora continued to nurse at Hermione. She was spent, but she could hear the sounds of movement as Cissa obviously felt falling asleep nursing his cock was not what she wanted and one last romp before her overworked body turned limp and utterly sated and spent while her lover was using her and her fellow lovers like blankets around him.

“Oh, master that was wonderful,” Hermione said as she felt Dora on top of her once more and sleep humping their soaked slits together in very slow whimpering motions. “I will see about getting an appointment at your spa and asking about Kat while you have fun with the poor neglected woman. Maybe you should spend a whole day ensuring she is utterly exhausted and drive those horrible lonely memories from her. She may have had the misfortune to have had that addled twit pass out of her, but no one should suffer such a cold marriage.”

Hermione shuddered from the emotions his voice sent through her body even as Dora was moving slowly against her keeping her pleasantly tingling even if far from the approach again to release. The master was always able to get her engine revved and her ready to ride with the slightest of attention, and hearing him have a time tuner and that the poor neglected beauty was going to be fucked beyond satisfaction and likely have her body revived with her oil which was a useful lubricant and restorer meant that Narcissa would be further broken to Lord Black as Harry did tend to ensure that his lovers had reached the point of begging for him to fuck them and submit to his authority.

Hearing Cissa riding him as Dora was practically riding her again was going to push her past just pleasantly warm again, but Hermione did regret that she hadn’t thought to use any of the linkable toys as being tied to Dora like they had done to Hannah and Susan seemed like a wonderful idea even if it would make her mum seeing their activities easier. Sleeping together under the covers wouldn’t be that unlikely even if they had ended up with their panties off and no night clothes. It was a slow climb with Dora barely moving against her, but it did allow Hermione to think on things as well as listen clearly to Harry as Cissa rode him like a mad woman in desperate need for release.

“I really wish we could have seen that and enjoyed you watching us as well master, but I guess that is another reason to get the mirror project done sooner than later,” Hermione said with a yawn as she wished the phone was cordless so she didn’t have to return it to the cradle now that Dora had settled after their heated pussies had ground together until their juices mixed and mingled. “In the morning I will call and get an appointment and I will ask for Kat while you have to drop the thoroughly ravished woman there off at her empty and lonely home after another whole day of satisfying her to submission as is proper. Now sleep tight, my lord as we are tired as well.”

Hermione set the phone down with a click after she heard her master’s response and pulled the covers over the both of them even if it took some effort to move Dora to stop suckling her other now swollen tit. Dora was bigger than her even as the weight was comfortable and the curves were relaxing as well now. They had some fun and all, but besides the spa there were other tasks to perform and after the spa when they were all cleaned up then Dora could do with some clothes that were nowhere as concealing and unflattering even if some more would be acquired in France as the proper bikini would show off their hopefully soon tanned skin.

They had played around with some toys and each other as Dora had really needed the unwinding since she had so little opportunity to get release with her mother around. The poor girl had needed to trick her daddy to spank her until Dora almost or did come for her itch to be scratched. Hermione almost suspected that if Dora had to wait much longer this summer or worse in the following that her needs would facilitate the spanking to orgasm eventually ending with her daddy having his cock rubbed through his pants at best and Dora going as far as to suck or fuck him because her own hunger had grown to delirium. Hermione hoped that would not occur, but it was a possibility that she herself had almost been tempted with if the toys had not taken the edge off enough.

Hermione knew in her heart of hearts that her mum wanted Harry to fuck her and be the dominant she needed. If she had the necessity to satisfy the wonderful man and lover that was her father to ensure it than she would do so even if some of the combinations were very enticing. She had inhaled her mum’s sweet aroma and she wanted to taste it as much as she did Dora, Alice or any of the other girls she had already smacked her lips in appreciation after guzzling their flowing juices like a thirsty man in the desert. Hermione knew that the number of males Harry wouldn’t be tempted to neuter for just looking at them wrong let alone not wish to maim for doing more than hugging them was small. As fun as Dora or another girl with a toy in her while Harry reamed them was, Hermione did wonder at the sensations two real cocks inside her would feel like and teasing her mum while Harry proved that he could out lap a professional lesbian with his tongue. She had wondered if she could ever reflect on breast feeding without growing wet as having seen her mum’s tits bobbing and being sucked let alone when Harry had his head rubbing them there was the fact that Hermione saw them as explicitly enjoyable sexual objects.

They both surrendered to the necessity of sleep before June saw them and smiled as she turned the nightlight on and let them sleep in peace. Her nose had twitched at the aroma since the girls had been too tired to air the room out, and June was sure now that Hermione was as naturally experimenting in boarding school as she had in her youth with May and some others. That fact did not discourage her in her own insistence that Harry would be her girl’s hopefully first and only boyfriend as even if it meant less varied experience why should her daughter need to suffer through incompetents when her perfect match and the one that would sate her inherited needs was there in front of her.

Of course, she would try out her future son in law before the wedding even if he would be barely legal at the time as she had already wasted some of her time jilling off while reflecting on how close he had come to her begging him to take her and Hermione seeing her mother being a wanton slut mewling for his cock was immaterial. If Hermione was as precocious as she had been then June had no doubt that since her daughter was at least experimenting with Dora that she hadn’t at least played doctor with the mature and well-endowed Harry if not fondling to hand jobs or even exploring like a baby and sucking both of them off. For all she knew, Alice had done so with more than Anne and given the competition for Harry’s attention then Alice and Hermione were competing for at the least who would be the one dating Harry and otherwise exploring their teenage development with him.

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While Hermione had been busy catching up with Harry about how things were going, Albus Dumbledore was trying to figure out where his plan had gotten derailed as thoroughly as it had been even if the boy didn’t seem to be mirroring Tom exactly. It had seemed like the perfect plan and using muggles that were very unlikely to allow the boy any contact with magic and thus suggestible to his interpretation as he painted it for the supposed to be naïve boy to see. Without the influence that shaped young purebloods and the slightly less informed half-bloods, Harry Potter would be the perfect one to reshape the stagnant side he had been unable to bring to his line of thinking.

With Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape as foils to the evil of Slytherin House as well as Hagrid being the one to give his first biased and tailored introduction, Harry would easily be befriended by Ronald Weasley and that family was easy enough to manipulate. He would have to get someone just intelligent enough to not be suspected of being able to drop information to provide just enough intelligence to accomplish his training tasks. Acquiring the Stone from his former mentor for the year, he had hoped to learn how to duplicate it since his apprenticeship had ended sourly before he could extract the secret from them, and it was also a useful lure to see if he could finally herd Tom’s spirit out of where it was hiding. If he had been willing to risk certain perceptions, Albus was aware he could have tracked and contained the spirit down, but none of his pawns let alone useful tools was at risk and Tom’s spirit had only destroyed the odd animals including muggles.

It was humorous to his real self that anyone called him a muggle lover given his past, but the wizards were almost easier to trick than the muggles were with their pathetic stories the Oblivators used. There was practically no danger and even the muggles were fooled by some wizard’s practical jokes. If they could not get to the moon with magic, how could the meager muggles do so? Most of their trinkets were like seeing apes trying to duplicate what magic users had for centuries if not longer. Oh, the untrained were at risk in the past, but the families had their kids trained enough to capture some muggles if they bothered them. Why most of their culling from plagues were either from the odd magical creature, with the Black Death most likely from that delayed winter allowing a Nundu pair to roam further north than normal, or from the more practical wizards snatching up some cheap labor since actually acquiring some slaves had cost money to do it.

Unfortunately it seemed that his plans had been just a little bit too complicated and the situation had gone to hell and back once the first step had failed with Harry not being picked up by Hagrid. Still he had planned that the Dursleys hatred of magic would require numerous letters and then he could dispatch Hagrid to terrify them and further isolate the boy with his half giant minion loose lipped enough that he could drop important hints for the man to accidentally reveal just as he planned. As it was, Harry had both missed Hagrid and the stone being picked up planting a seed to investigate and thus allow him to test the boy with a mutual annihilation for the easily manipulated shade of Tom to further carry on the curse through Quirrell. None of the staff seemed to realize that Quentin had been the muggle studies teacher let alone how shabby his defense grades and experience was. Tom’s little curse did allow Albus to ensure that each year the wizards and witches would become more helpless sheep than before. Even the legislation that Cornelius and his toad like assistant proposed furthered his own plans by driving the creatures and other lesser beings to the fringe where they would either be tom’s or his own pawns and he could dispose of them once they had lost like the werewolves had been reduced or made easier for him to manipulate.

Harry being a Ravenclaw did mean he would think too much to be the pawn he had planned to be easy enough to do the tasks that he wished while thinking it was his own idea to do so. To make matters worse there was no one he had planned and placed there to distract the boy or give him a push when necessary, and there was it seemed him having a childhood friend who was here along with those complications. He could still hope that Molly’s youngest was still beset enough to convince the hat to place her in the house so he could get a better grasp on the boy.

His plan to test the boy had led to his mentor showing up and embarrassing him in front of the whole school which meant he couldn’t just modify all of their memories even the Aurors could have been dealt with if not for the need to get all of them at once. Madame Bones looked pissed that her precious niece was at risk, but his old mentor and whom he had to call Master Nicolas had been his usual charming self with her even if it was wearing his influence to slow things down as much as he had done.

“Damn those useless muggles,” Dumbledore growled before popping some of the potion laced lemon drops into his mouth as it wouldn’t do for one of his less tamed minions to see him guzzling alcohol like Fletcher and stalking eerily similar to Tom when he was having his own hissy fit. “The wards should have ensured things and now they seem to be getting power from somewhere such that I cannot send anyone to investigate. That useless Squib Figg has been an utter failure and perhaps it is time that she goes to her well-deserved and earned rest. She should have mentioned some of these deviations, but with them being more content to let the boy run wild around the neighborhood than go to the effort even for a free babysitter who knows what my well planned tool has become influenced with since that time.”

Oh, Dumbledore was really irritated by that failure and finding a useful way to remove the now useless squib was something he did put some of his enormous intellect to figuring out. Unfortunately, while she was both below the attention of the ministry or the muggles there was the fact that Dumbledore always wished to maximize the use of his tools even when he was discarding them as he had gained much from the losses his minions occurred in the war. The Prewitt Brothers had allowed him to gain control of the Weasley family utterly and Molly would provide him with her children to further his cause even those that rebelled against her smothering went out to gain useful skills and connections he could use.

“Severus should have been able to cow and intimidate any child and he has served well even better that Slughorn in lowering the number of dangerous brewers and masters making those few out there controllable and profitable to me,” Albus mussed as he had expected the hatred he had fanned to allow the petty fool of a tool to tear any confidence the boy had allowing his minor attentions to greatly influence his pawn. “Unfortunately, it seems young Harry has gained the talents of his parents and has an instinctive understanding going beyond just his Ravenclaw hunger for knowledge. Even attempting to groom young Neville as a belated back up has two issues one is that Potter brat has extended his friendship and Matriarch Longbottom is still an impressive mover that delights in extracting her pound of flesh for my perceived failures with her son and daughter in law. Old Griselda Marchbanks is the only other woman to still be resistant to my plans and her amassed influence and her knowing me as a child including her overseeing my NEWT exams allows her to pull the grandmother act better than my kindly grandfather one as she did have children. To make matters even more irritating Nicolas removed the stone before I could properly examine it as the damn things resisted my probes!”

Trying not to bang his head in frustration while Dumbledore was sitting in his office downing his laced lemon drops, Fawkes looked at him as usual with misery at the situation that the Phoenix was stuck with and to make matters even worse for the legendary bird it had felt the only kind of bird capable of killing even the resurrecting powers of its fire in the castle this year. There had been other reminiscent scents in the air that had the bird twitching in uncertainty. He had been lucky that his human was so preoccupied with his games and thus unnoticing the bird remaining either in the safety of the office or as far away from the predatory scent it had detected. The basilisk was also awake and moving about and even if there wasn’t the dangers of almost half a century ago as he hadn’t detected the presence at first and it never went down there before it had been driven out.

He missed the many slave girls feeding him when he had been at the Flamel Home, but the idiot he had to deal with made things even less unpleasant than necessary. Food was nice and the comforting petting and scratching especially the spots where he couldn’t get his beak or talons to scratch just right; however, having a human caretaker was becoming too much of a nuisance and he missed Perenelle and her delightful caresses especially after she had enjoyed a good mating or her bathing. This was almost too much for him to take. Unfortunately, it seemed the moron was still plotting to use the boy she had been talking about, and while it seems the younger ghosts were oblivious to the entity wandering the halls this was one bird that didn’t want to get on the wrong end of the monster’s ire.

He had picked up enough of his scent when flying to know that despite appearing like one of the two legged furless and tailless apes who were so opinionated and believed they ran the world that he was a predator of some dangerousness even to him. He knew the boy and one of his mates hunted in the forest and made damn sure not to go there when they were doing so. Sure culling the Acromantulas was very helpful, but even with the unicorn singing his praises there was no way in magic this bird was getting anywhere near a predator that seemed to make any of the dragons seem tame. It reminded him of them with a bit of those cats who slaughtered a few villages for enough meat to feed their cubs while he didn’t know if the bird scent was just from that other nightmare flying about the castle and zooming in and out of shadows or was part of the mind numbingly instinct demanding he fly far away boy as possible.

No despite looking too much like his servant as the cats well understood, that boy Harry Potter was not one by a long shot. Oh, there was the female ape that could look like a housecat and act like one, but whatever the predator here was it smelled of reptile, cat, and bird at the very least and not just from the usual caring for them as it was coming from his body. In all of his long life he hadn’t scented something similar although a thankfully long gone dragon breed came to mind. They had bird wings and were black in color and smelled as if one had crossed those birds with a hatchling dragon, and their breath had burned like hell to the point that one of his fellow phoenixes has not rose from her ashes.

He had flashed away as fast and far as he could as had the others of that time. Their humans at the time had been properly deferent and they had been happy until they had bothered that dragon thing and all been burned to ash despite the potion that they had imbibed to care for them near their hot home. If it had another attack besides its flaws and fangs, he hadn’t been around to see it. There had been a sickly green glow growing in its mouth after that and if those black fires hadn’t rendered her to ash than he might have thought of investigating, but his and their survival depended on it.

There had been so many of their young that had not escaped, and since then Fawkes had two fears despite the wizards still worshipping them as light made flesh and that was that creature and those flames. One of those creatures had rendered their paradise to ash and from the one that had ventured back nothing there grew and other beings that came close died. They had lost everything to it, and to this day Fawkes didn’t want to meet one again or worse antagonize anything like it. As a phoenix he was out of necessity around light wizards and those more easily tamed to lavish the proper respect and servitude. While he liked his wings and talons, as a bird he missed the uses the human’s had put to their hands. That beast's claws were able to act far too much like one of their hands than a simple slashing paw. Regardless, as his human further became useless to him, Fawkes wondered where the boy was and what he was doing if just to know that something soothed that predator so he didn’t end up as plucked bird.

He had not been in the castle since its beginning since he had spent most of the previous centuries in the more temperate climate near the sea where humans had named things after them although safely far from those cats to the south that wizard’s called Nundu. While their healing powers were great in their tears and more so in their blood healing them of everything they had encountered or otherwise underwent an earlier burning cycle there was still the question of what all the diseases could do to tax their system. If Albus proved to be too troublesome, he could escape eventually to the Flamels as it was not as if the idiot would live forever or something.

He just hoped that man would never ask him to flash to that boy even if from what little his observations had showed that the beast practicing mating and other such things made him less likely to add phoenix to his menu. There had been enough dangerous beasts in the forest those two hunted down, but at least there were only two of them and so much of the castle that he could keep between them. He didn’t want to think if more showed up although the spider girl was an interesting scent to acquire. He would have investigated her to soothe his curiosity, but his scent had been on her and that was not a danger he wished even if Albus seemed intent to antagonize him. Didn’t he know the school motto after being here for so long? Never tickle a sleeping dragon was just common sense even if he had seen one do that the last time the other schools had been here. It had been hilarious to see as the human woke the dragon and in a foul mood had gobbled the idiot right up before slaughtering the other participants.

If he recalled right, the last one to die won the trophy and cemented that humans were far safer following wiser minds than their own. They complicated life too much and made far too much trouble in the simple acts of feeding, mating, and living to be considered intelligent in his opinion. Now if they would just show some sense even if he understood their species were constantly able to mate even when their females were not ready. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed his last mating flight, but there were enough humans willing to trap one for them to be out in number let alone the devastation from so long ago.

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Bella sighed as she snuggled next to Cissa as she let her hand roam against her slightly dazed form. It would be morning soon and she had visited as often as she could for helping her beloved sister have some semblance of life regardless of her idiotic husband and dimwitted son. She had been tempted to just crucio the twit a few times while she had been out of sight, but if the brat knew what was going to happen today he would throw such a fit about it. Cissa had finally succumbed to the temptation that she had been whispering to her lover as she routinely helped since the day she had visited their master in once more having frequent release of her tension. Bella had found Cissa as amorous and responsive as when they were in school, and her sister had been more than willing to cuddle, make love and have kinky hard fucking as the mood took them.

It was impressive that Cissa had lasted as long as she had especially when Bella realized that Harry was not just addictive in how arousing he was physically and mentally but her visiting stuffed full of his still warm cum which her sister lapped out of her flushed and aroused sex had pushed her to succumb eventually. Lasting a week since the meeting with plenty of hot sex between them had made Bella realize that Cissa had grown more determined as she survived the idiocy surrounding her. It had been amusing dodging Draco since Lucius was busy plotting to do something impressive enough not to get removed like her idiot husband and his brother had been.

If he knew what she was helping Cissa to soon do to engage in wild uninhibited sexual relations with Lord Black, Draco Malfoy would need his memory altered or Bella have a few minutes to explain the situation with liberal and outright prohibited torture curses to make him understand the situation and the way things would be. Well that was if they told him who Lord Black was and Cissa was a good mother and would try to protect her son as much as possible. She knew her sister hoped that it would be several years and likely when Cissa had a suitable wife to keep him in line picked out for him. Bella doubted that the addled ponce would last that long before Harry had to ensure his obedience, and hoped it would be humiliating as she wondered if Lucius had used a potion to negate the aspects that Draco should have inherited from Cissa.

“That would make sense,” Bella mussed as she felt the half coherent Cissa part her legs after a few moments of caressing her thighs. “Father should have prevented the marriages that mother was set on us having. If Andy had not run away then Lord Arcturus would have easily been swayed by her amorous request, and we would have never had to deal with those three idiots. Unfortunately, Andy saw a way out and her husband to be must have been entertaining enough to keep her happy even if she seems insistent on repressing our sweet and sexy niece. I suppose we can’t blame her even if we were too loyal and stupid to seek an audience with our lord to forbid the unions.”

Bella smirked as Cissa didn’t respond verbally and took advantage of her sister’s responses to give her a quick morning release before getting her into the shower and thoroughly cleaned for the fun ahead of them. While Cissa dried off she laid out some very arousing clothes and it fit the theme even if she didn’t have any black lace bows to tie to her present to their master. Seeing how delicious Cissa looked, Bella was lucky she didn’t jump her and pull her to the floor before eat her there and then. Still she would get to do that as well as have the master around to enjoy.

Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Bella steered the still dazed Cissa to the floo and took it to their lord. With a slight shake the dust fluttered off and with a quick once over they would be presentable for delivery. Bella had put some time into seducing Cissa back to the fold even if she loved and lusted after her sister enough to do so anyways. The other servants gave both an appreciative and arousing gaze as they made their way to his audience chamber. Naomi was not there to meet them, but Bella suspected that given her looks and sexual talents that she was occupied often by someone when she had the time and desire to be so occupied.

“My lord,” Bella said while leading the practically gift wrapped and looking hot as hell in her black silk and lace little black dress Narcissa, “I have brought darling Cissa here for she has come to her decision. I must admit it was enjoyable getting her prepared for this, and I wish to request to be more than just an observer as I had hoped our first mutual meeting would have gone further.”

Harry was seated in his throne and enjoying he pleasant experience that Naomi was providing sitting in his lap. He had to appreciate the attention to detail that Bella had done in getting Cissa prepared for this as he was really tempted to just pull her to him slide her dress up and spend a while just nuzzling and lapping between those gorgeous thighs while her long sensual legs rubbed against him. Hell, he doubted Naomi would mind lapping her ass before or after and Bella sure hadn’t minded having two tongues driving her to fits of delirious sensations.

“It is good to see you again, Cissa, I had wondered when next we could speak,” Harry said with a smile as he ran his hands over the nuzzling and mewling girl in his lap’s body. “I hope that Bella has been able to help you cope with the hardships at home. I know that I find her to be a very willing and helpful woman, but you know that already, sweet lady.”

“Indeed I do my lord, and Bella has been most helpful for assisting me,” Cissa said as the arousing scents assailed her nose and her licking lips could taste the lust that seemed to saturate the room centered on their common master as one of his gorgeous servant girls moaned and panted from his attention like a good pet. “I will admit that I am most grateful for allowing us to be reacquainted and that I am sorry that I needed time to think the situation through. Bella informed me that if I did not schedule a meeting soon then I would have to wait for you to return from business abroad, and as things stand I would be rather distressed to wait that long to make things… as they should be.”

Her stressed emphasis and ogling of his current actions made Harry’s smile turn positively naughty and his eyes swept over Cissa in lust enhancing ways. This was going to be very satisfying and it didn’t matter that Cissa was Draco’s mother or Lucius’s neglected, unloved, or wanted wife right now. Narcissa Malfoy was a Black and her practical business merger of a marriage to Lucius would never change that and despite the foolishness the recent generations had in regards to the family Harry had his own meaning of the family motto. Always Pure did not necessarily refer to the bloodline, but how they ran the family and this was perhaps more always pure fun and always pure obligations. Harry was still possessive as all and these women were his to protect, to care for, to lead, and to have served him and the family to their mutual benefit.

“That is always good to know Cissa,” Harry said without his words betraying that Naomi was massaging him with her muscles even as she didn’t appear to move in his lap. “I am not one that would force family to disastrous confusion without allowing proper time to contemplate the ramifications of a choice. Welcome home, Cissa, and it is good to have you with us once more as a Beloved Daughter of the House.”

Cissa flushed at that and her eyes looked at his lips as she once more licked her lips and tried to convey her desire to have Lord Black accept properly her return home. Lucius was about as passionate in their few moments as a dead fish and he only was even responsive when playing with his toys. She suspected that he had spent the few long minutes between the ceremony and their wedding night playing and most likely torturing and violating some muggles as he could only fulfill his attempts at husbandly duties to get her with child after having been at one of the revels. The potion should have gotten her pregnant that first night, but even magic had issues planting fertile ground with such weak and sickly seeds. Narcissa had wanted at least two if not a spare to show that their family’s recent tragedies had not ruined House Black.

Seeing her desire dancing in Cissa’s lust filled eyes as well as her arousal displayed across her arousing attired voluptuous and sexy form, Harry beckoned the blond near Veela gorgeous and smoking hot woman to approach while Naomi moaned into his chest as she ground down into his lap. The aroused and ready woman smiled as he looked at her and the lust she felt radiate from his gaze was making her want to be where Naomi was as she knew the girl was wriggling with that cock she couldn’t get out of her mind ever since she had seen it let alone when she had tasted it and started to fantasize about what soon would happen. Harry cupped her face and pulled her lips into what started as a tender and then passionate plunder of her mouth while his hands roamed her body. She wondered if he would have her slip her dress off, but the girl started to stroke her thighs while his hand had slipped her stiff, flush and aroused tits out while leaving them framed by her low cut dress.

Still all of that paled at how much emotion, passion, and pure desire poured into her mouth from his kiss as Cissa felt a man show her more than the cold disinterest of her husband. She felt dainty feminine hands on her thighs while masculine ones explored her breasts and tested what made her more aroused in his motions. Hearing the hot maid seated in his lap moaning into his chest like a wanton slut while obviously being impaled to her pleasure on his cock was also doing a very good job in reigniting the flames of passion from Bella’s earlier intentions to a true inferno of lust that would be sated with some truly exhausting sexual debauchery, and Cissa didn’t want it any other way after going with only the occasional gentle feminine lovers having very quick meetings.

“Here I was thinking I was the passionate one,” Bella said as she watched Cissa moan into the kiss with their attention seeking hands driving her wild. “May I have a kiss as well, Cissa, sir? I was a good girl and brought Cissa here to have some fun, so please can I?”

Cissa tried to answer, but Harry was too busy exploring her eager mouth to allow her to break the kiss just yet. He let her lips free only to start suckling one of her tits and soon Naomi’s moaning mouth was latched onto the other one. Bella watched as Cissa blinked before she shuddered and it became obvious that Naomi had slid her hands between her things and was teasing her for the moment.

“You can kiss me, lover,” Cissa said before hissing in pleasure. “Oh, mama likes feeling some attention there, but I wanted to feel master’s cock stretching me there.”

Narcissa’s complaint was silenced by Bella kissing her as her body was caressed and her breasts lavished with attention. Bella wasn’t going to complain since she felt her sister’s hands slide under her own dress and quickly find her wet sex waiting for her attention. The two sisters moaned into each other’s mouths as they found nimble fingers eagerly playing with their soaked slits. They didn’t just have a tentative or two fingers stroking into their eager with anticipation holes, but a firm gripping set of fingers making come hither motions while their clits were tickled by slippery thumbs.

Cissa made a disappointed noise when the slender fingers of Naomi departed only to gasp when she felt Harry’s fingers slide into her sex. She knew that Harry was going to make her cum and thus be sure she was flowing and ready, but considering how he was licking his lips Cissa wondered if he was going to give her a demonstration of his lingual dexterity that Bella had crowed and boasted about experiencing. His fingers were already working her honey pot like a well-practiced handler and she knew that she was going to come hard as his explorations were causing her to pant and vocalize how good it felt.

“Yes,” Cissa hissed out as his fingers started to rhythmically tap inside her and outside strumming her clit with his slippery thumb. “That’s it my lord. I am going to… cum!”

Cissa shuddered around his finger and she felt the wetness flowing freely onto his still moving hand. So far it seemed her lord and slowly accepting as being her master was going to make her feel even more pleasure than Bella had last time she was here or her numerous seductive visits. She had orgasms with women since her son, but she hadn’t really been gushing and they had been nowhere near as intense as his larger fingers had felt better than Bella’s thin yet flexible ones had inside her.

“I want to taste you some more, Cissa,” Harry said after licking her fingers like a greedy boy would lick a stirring spoon. “You tasted wonderful from the little sample both before and just now, my sweet. You wouldn’t want me to be disappointed now would you? Besides, you should know I have had no complaints ever from doing so…”

“Yes, sir,” Cissa panted as her eyes were wide and locked on to his tongue as it still lapped his fingers of her juices. “It is only fair even if you do own me. Ever since before I thought about you having pulled my pussy to your lips and eating me until you were certain I was desperate to sit down and ride that thick long cock I had been sucking like the craven school girl slut I used to be. It has been far too long since I had a real man’s tongue inside me even if there have been some wonderful ladies that were willing and eager to do so.”

“You don’t know the half of it, sister,” Bella said as she found her sisters lips again before moving down to take her own turn in making Cissa moan by sucking on her sensitively responding nipples. “Master can eat a girl better than me, and Naomi here won’t hesitate to lick your ass. You do enjoy that and it will help stir the preparations I gave you earlier. There is no way you will want to leave before you feel him inside you both ways. I do want to have our lord spray our tits when he is done and enjoy him watching us lick each other’s enviable melons clean.”

“That sounds like a marvelous idea, but Cissa I am going to eat that tasty pussy of yours while Naomi here tongues your ass,” Harry said as he watched the three respond to stating what they would be doing and not suggesting what would happen. “After that, Naomi will likely have milked my dick enough that Bella can suck us clean before you are seated. They can keep lapping at both of us while I enjoy your ride. Next I will see how good of a ride your ass is while they keep their faces between your thighs and after that we will see what strikes my interest then, but I think Bella will want her own turn and sisters should share. For the finally we will have that little entertainment that Bella mentioned because I want to see all three of your amazing and enticing breasts as coated as I can manage.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Cissa said as she was shuddering in anticipation at making up for the decade she had been forced to be meatless in her sex life. “I should have jumped your huge cock after just sucking you hard and swallowed between you spraying my neglected pussy with your hot delicious cum and you pounding my ass into the floor. I was just too shocked to accept that I had just sucked your cock without knowing who you were and the fact that you are so young and virile to spoil a neglected mum like me.”

“Mothers need loving to,” Naomi said when she let the sensually mature woman’s firm and stiff nipple free with a loud pop. “You had to have been randy as hell when your belly was growing considering how you are now. I almost hope the idiot does something that gives master a reason to geld the twit and keep you. You both are so hot that I don’t doubt men have walked into walls staring at you let alone when you are moving.”

Harry added his lips to tasting her own to cut off any protesting, and when he released their kiss Cissa didn’t resist as Harry pulled her to him to slide her body up between the two joined lovers. Cissa gasped when she felt his tongue lap at her already dripping folds even before she went wide eyed as Naomi first kissed her cheeks before exploring her available booty as Harry was occupying her sex with his tongue exploring her already slick interior. She had spent the last decade with a number of skilled or not female lovers and here was a boy no older than her son rapidly pushing her from excited to coming soon with his tongue nimbly finding her more sensitive areas. She felt she had been a fool not to have tried this before even as she realized that her will to resist last time would have crumbled and her discussion would have likely gone worse if she had returned sated and blissful from what seemed already to be a very enjoyable night.

Bella contemplated sinking to her knees and lapping at the two of them right now, but occupying her sister’s sweet lips was more interesting until later. Once Cissa was unable to think clear enough to talk from their tongues then she would do so, and when Naomi was sucking him clean she would see about a quick snack from extracting his cream from her folds. She could understand why Cissa resisted so much as she had invested more than a decade into the Malfoy family, but Lucius had been an idiot back then and if the damn contracts had not been so foolishly written than they would have removed them like the Zabini woman has as she had gotten caught up on the social news even while fulfilling her master’s assigned tasks.

Cissa at least had the pleasure of bearing what had been hoped to be an asset to the family while neither her husband nor her brother were up to siring an heir and she had almost broken free to ensure that the misogynistic poofs had at least let her vent with toys. Voldemort had seemed like a good option and his rhetoric had been appealing, but Lord Arcturus and Orion Black had been right that it had been a waste of their lives. The promises would not have been fulfilled even if he had won and she felt no remorse for those her new and true master had culled in Azkaban. The Carrows may have been interesting and potentially useful, but their own habits would have had Harry cull them anyways.

Her master’s reasons for not culling Draco or the other idiots at this time were complicated and in part his own determination to preserve the childhood he had been denied. Draco would be spared for the moment as Cissa had not had a chance to try to reeducate and deprogram him as her master said the muggle phrase was. Snape would die and she did not weep at that as the boy had wasted his potential and chances while his actions had repercussion both useful and not to all the causes. Bella felt the impotent rage that she could not show her anger at those who had hurt her lord, but Dumbledore would notice if the Dursleys were dealt with and Snape was safe enough in the castle for now.

Feeling her beloved sister’s lips parted and their tongues dueling while she felt the moans her master and his loyal maid caused her to feel vibrating into her mouth, Bella suspected that soon enough she would add to his pleasure directly. He had a plan and when the Ministry, Dumbledore, and Voldemort’s shade were no longer a concern than the two Black Sisters would have the pleasure to bring proper heirs to the house. Sure his other close ones were contemplating when they would have their own turn as regardless of the sexual satisfaction there was the fact that neither men nor women were happy if they didn’t feel they were successes at their gender. Careers brought some satisfaction and Harry had entrusted her to train his interrogators and further hone the skills of his enforcers. They had time enough for things, and even if the specific plan for Dumbledore being broken of his power, forgotten by the world, and left to a fate worse than death were not completely planned out her master was still decent at impromptu tactics to get things done.

The gorgeous and horny Black Sisters’ hands were busy with each other’s aroused tits and while Cissa had two tongues lapping deep inside her cock hungry pussy and ass Bella had some of Naomi’s skilled fingers moving inside her anxious pussy. The participants were enjoying things and Bella was going to kiss her long lost lover and sister for a while still before she stopped muffling Cissa’s moans of pleasure by capturing them with her lips and began to lap at where their master and his hot sexy maid were joined. Bella was looking forward to the entertainment and the participation her lord would ensure they experienced.

While Bella had not met her niece, Harry’s descriptions did fill her with glee that despite Andy’s running from the family that her daughter had not just returned willingly but eagerly to the family. That Dora was a full metamorphmagus and her magic was potent did leave a bitter taste that Andy had succeeded where she had been denied, but given Walburga and Druella and their affects in the family Bella could understand why Andromeda had run off with a muggle born lover. It did not explain her other behavior as Andy had been as kinky as the rest of them back in school, but some of it was likely her sister wanting to keep that cute little darling Dora far from those two meddlers and those who were like them. Protecting her daughter from the way they had been raised was good enough reasons for her behavior in Bella’s opinion.

“Oh, yes, your tongues feel so good,” Cissa gasped out when Bella let her lips free so she could sink down to lap at the other two lovers. “Right… there… oh fuck!”

Cissa stopped trying to talk as even without Bella’s lips occupying her own that the two tongues writhing inside her tapping numerous pleasure causing nerves. Still Bella trailed kisses down Cissa’s already shining back before continuing down Naomi’s flushed body even if the girl eventually slipped her fingers out of her before her arm stretched up to have Cissa muffled for a few by licking them clean between her whimpering in pleasure. It didn’t matter as Bella slid one of hers into the still eager sex while Naomi moved hers to mostly moving over much of Cissa’s and Harry’s available flesh. As it was, Bella’s kiss trail did mostly go down Naomi’s spine and she spent a few minutes kissing the round orbs before lapping at the currently not stuffed with Harry’s dick ass and then moving around the area down to Harry’s balls and back up to where Naomi’s ass cheeks started.

Bella was aware as she masturbated while her tongue, lips and hands moved over the general area near where the two were barely grinding that Harry would have some work interrupting her attempts to enjoy a purely sexual utilization of her life, but the time turner could be used for more than just cramming in work even if Harry was not that likely to try to create temporal duplicates to be a one man orgy. Still her master had made things very interesting and her sexual satisfaction left her practically humming when she should have been seriously training the young Jen in being a good interrogator and as dedicated to Harry as she was a likely future executioner. Her loyalty was impressive enough that Bella wouldn’t have cared if she was a muggle, but it was difficult to linger on these realizations when things were so damn fucking exciting.

Even kneeling between Harry’s muscular legs, Bella was near enough for her to reach her hand to cup Cissa’s head pressed ass and her sister was aware of some things the rest of the touching lovers were doing even if it felt like her head had just imploded from the stimulation she received as all the blood in her body redirected to her swollen with arousal areas. Harry and Naomi had almost just killed her with kindness as their tongues had made it hard to think for a good while at least it had felt that it had been some time. Bella had caught up in practicing on her, but those two had been better than any of the women her mostly lonely years had been occasionally eased with enjoying.

“I need more now,” Cissa panted out as even his skilled tongue was not stretching her enough and every pulse of her heart demanded she have her long denied stretching satisfaction. “Please my lord, I need you inside me fully…”

Cissa trailed off as the pair drove her to a loud shrieking release as she felt her sex gush into his mouth even as his slight stilling before swallowing made her realize along with Naomi’s tongue moving stopping suddenly that her lord had just managed to get the three of them to a near simultaneous release. Bella was between his legs lapping at them and her hand had twitched even as she heard the slick squishing as her sister struggled to her own climax.

“Thank you my lord,” Cissa said as she ran her hands through Harry’s hair as he slowed his attention to light kisses on her flushed and waiting sex before she slowly slid down his body and drew him into a kiss tasting her nectar on his lips while her thighs rested against his chest. “You are most caring and kind to us. It makes me wish things had been different, but the sadness is in the past, lover, and I look forward to many days and nights experiencing such joys again.”

While Cissa was resting against Harry, this was allowing Naomi to keep cleaning him as Bella lapped at the maid’s cream filled sex. Naomi was diligent but swift enough that Cissa would soon be getting the fucking she had so recently begged for Harry to provide. Their lord and master Harry was using the break and her restoring suckling to refocus to ensure Cissa had a proper welcome home ride. As distant as he could be at times, Harry did care for his self-made family, and he provided, protected and loved them all even if he would not be intimate with all of them although some did wish for him to do so. He already was aware that he would have to have heirs and part of him already wished to rebuild his family as much as possible. Harry planned to be as far different as Vernon as possible and his natural pleasant behavior was slowly restoring without their abusive presence in his life. The lifetimes of memories and experiences his communing with the dead also helped mature him emotionally even if reveling in his current freedoms was very pleasant.

“You are welcome, Cissa,” Harry said after letting Cissa resume her kisses even as it was more along his neck instead of occupying his lips still. “I hate to see a beautiful woman like you suffer so even if you were not family. Walburga and Druella should have been better kept so they would not have the time to have let you and your sisters to your fates. Andromeda at least lucked out and provided Dora who is and will be a good sense of pride for the family. So are you ready my Cissa?”

Naomi let him out with a slight pout and held him at a good angle before returning her tongue to Cissa’s soon enough to be ridden ass. Bella was really digging deep into her and she almost wanted her to grab a toy or gust grind into her as she made the neglected woman ready for the temporary finally. Bella would want one as well and then they could move to the bedroom. Harry did have such a wonderfully minimal recovery time and as a teenager his response time was admirable so with his stamina and conditioning he could push to average female number of climaxes even if the odds of beating the record would be far off. By the time he was at his peak, Harry should be able to get a woman to triple digits if not break the record of orgasms. It was one of her pet goals even if actually counting when they reached a blended multiple orgasmic state was very difficult.

“Yes, my lord Harry,” Cissa purred as she felt Naomi positioning him to her entrance before she slid down until he was completely inside her. “It’s been too damn long, lover. Just let me get used to this once more and I will do my best to give you one of the best rides of your life, master.”

Harry just smiled at her and occupied her now arched out breasts while he waited. He could have just bucked into her, but after the misery that the family had let her endure that was not what he would allow his Cissa to experience in this true welcome home. As he closed his eyes to savor her flushed and warm flesh as he suckled, Harry thought he saw a redheaded goddess in his mind’s eye smiling seductively at him and her lips mouthing his name and so many wickedly kinky things before Cissa moved and he lost the image as she started to slowly speed up until she was fucking him as if she was mad with need. In that limbo unknown to Harry, the spirit screamed once more in pleasure again and again and her rebuilding memories were centered on the man that would be her main focus in existence.

They didn’t talk as Cissa bounced, froze occasionally in contracting orgasm, and bounced wildly once more all while Harry suckled her breasts and Cissa imagined that this is what Draco should have grown to be like and that Lily should be here doing this for her son if only things had been better. If things had been different this still likely would have happened as Sirius would have been supported and the previous lord would try to ensure the next heirs were better raised than Sirius had been and without the divisiveness that had occurred.

Eventually Cissa managed to get Harry to fill her up and then the two women helped her to sink her ass down on his cock as they both licked her sex throughout her resumed motions. Harry could have focused to talk through it as it had been good practice to draw out things in the past, but Cissa was mostly lost in lust and as his welcome home gift to her Harry was ensuring that her ride was spectacular.

Bella took her turn as Naomi dragged Cissa to the floor and they spent Bella’s ride nuzzling each other before she was dropped for them to lap at once more. Harry managed to coax the three to the bedroom where he took turns in enjoying making them scream and squeal in pleasure. He had tried a number of positions all of them were man on top with some side shuffles to see how they compared for the girls and made mental notes on which ones hit the more responsive spots in each lady. It would take time to get through the variations, but there were more than just the basic ones used and Harry enjoyed the ones that gave him more access to exploring since they didn’t need to use tricks to make their bodies tighter.

Orgasm without ejaculation was something Harry didn’t do often, but he hissed in the pleasure of such when he switched after each had at least one for each position tried. Still he felt his balls overfilling with each delay allowing his body and the magic cocktail that was his existence to restore the depleted volume. He could see that their stretched holes would soon become too sensitive even with switching and so he settled down for one of the more bizarre kinks he had managed to find.

“Now my darlings, this will be something I enjoy and you three already looked hot when just one of you was doing so,” Harry purred as he sat at the edge of the bed while the three women sunk to the ground with smirks on their faces showing through the luminescent glow of orgasm induced bliss. “Not many men get to indulge in a threesome let alone foursome where three ladies do some sexy things. Still you three are cock sucking cum guzzling fiends and who am I to under ration your treats.”

They smiled and licked their lips as they saw him standing firm with the sheen of their juices still lingering on him. Cissa started with sucking him so deep, quick and hard that his head smacked down on the bed and his eyes closed in bliss. He hissed as each of them gave him at least one hard deep throat suck before they changed things up. Their lips, tongues, hands and tits caressed, fondled and wrapped around his cock with glee on their faces. Harry could tell who was doing what even when his attempts to see who it was were forestalled by Bella, Cissa or Naomi giving machine strength suction to his cock as they slid him down their throats. It felt wonderful, but part of this was too see them doing so even when from the feel of it Cissa was sucking his head while Naomi and Bella each were doing the same to one of his balls before they rotated like a shell game until he finally raised his head off the bed to drink in the erotic sight he was feeling.

Looking down as he saw their three gorgeous faces between his thighs as their lips, tongues and fingers moved around between licking and sucking his flushed skin while their heads moved about, Harry was aware that he had three gorgeous women doing what most of his schoolmates wished for as experience made a difference and he knew it would not be long before the three devils succeeded in their post fucking plans. He had already enjoyed the wonderful sensations and combinations with the darlings and they had talked about it and it would be a shame to miss this opportunity. He had gotten used to some of the more bizarre facets of his life, but he was eternally grateful for some of the factors ensuring his joy didn’t turn into hell.

Potions and attention removed most of the distress his women would go through, and he lucked out that they were very understanding about things. It didn’t help that he knew his limits and saw no point in pissing off the rest of the school by doing something stupid like taking all of the attractive women out of circulation. There were two reasons for that and he did have limits and he did have reasons for allowing the situation to reach this point. The boys at school were still maturing and didn’t have the added age from the memories like he did, and if anyone said this was a harem than he would kick them in the balls or cunt depending on the sex. It was a strange system, but it worked for them and with the ladies not being hung up on a lot of taboos than he did plan to make sure that when they wanted a cuddle there were enough to match off somewhat.

Ok, he was having a three girl blowjob with some very experienced women doing there level best to ensure he did come and that it would be a sufficient amount to paint their well-endowed chests with enough of his magically enriched seed as possible. That they planned to lick it off them like chocolate was something that he would enjoy seeing while they would enjoy doing. He had an emotional attachment and obligation to his flock and his over evaluating mind did tend to have odd thoughts and tangents even while most of his mind was focused on enjoying things. Multitasking was nice and so as part of him examined things and the fact that he did not technically have a harem but women that he was in complicated friendships with the dominant leadership present in it as well as technically employing them.

Cissa had buried him down her throat while Bella and Naomi were kissing around his balls moving in their suckling mouths. He was still somewhat human and seeing and feeling those wild women doing what they were was pushing him to release and hopefully with how tender his bits felt enough left to leave an impression on them instead of in them as his earlier drainings had been to their and his enjoyment.

“Cissa, you may have been out of the game for a while, but you still got it girl and I think not being as frustrated is making you more enthusiastic in applying your skill,” Harry informed her as his mind had managed not to be overwhelmed just yet even if his body was screaming at him to just let go and enjoy things. “Just a little bit longer, darlings. You want your treat still, right?”

His question was hissed out as Cissa was offended that he could speak and proceeded to suck his thought processes to derailment. It was so tempting to keep doing that as she felt his pulse with her tongue and she had guzzled him the last time she had the chance, but it had been even longer since a man had cum on her tits even if Bella had gushed on them a few times. She could tell by the throbbing and other signs that her sister and his maid were busy in ensuring that his balls were full and ready to empty completely onto them.

Even with her skills, she could feel his mind restraining and drawing the pleasure to last longer, stronger and feel deeper in the sensations as he refused to pop like the teenager he looked. He wasn’t really trying to dismiss her attentions like one would have done in sexual interrogations, and soon enough she felt the point of no return and saw she had made his eyes roll back and he arched off the edge of the bed and she barely had time to let his cock out before it refused to leave. Her hand felt warm as she guided his cock to spurt on Naomi’s pressed against her tit and its pair before she let him strike her own and then leave some shining on Bella.

They moved about to each give one fond had suck before letting Harry sink to the bed while they entertained themselves as he recovered. None of them were going for direct stimulation anywhere since Harry had left their stretched openings tender although there were plenty of open and available skin to run their bands about as they kissed each other gently and similarly lavished concern and appreciation on their sticky and creamed skin.

His head felt very empty even if his common sense told him it wasn’t nor was the background multitasking processes he had allocated to his reasoning before Cissa had proved that Lucius was a fool, deluded incompetent, and no gentleman to leave her so distraught.

As his mind pondered whole he recovered, Harry was reclining in the bed watching the three gorgeous women frolicking when the phone on the nightstand rang and he had torn his attention from where Bella, Cissa and Naomi were licking each other clean to answer it. They had gotten someone to man the phones and there were only a handful of people that would actually be redirected to this phone. Hermione, Dora, Alice, Anne, Sarah, and Amanda were on that short list that weren’t here, and Claire was a possibility as the assistant lead could have become lead if circumstances had been different.

He lifted the phone off of its cradle and flicked his eyes down and wondering if he was totally spent even as he saw the three slowing down and likely would crawl into bed to just sleep with him. He cleared his throat since his voice was a bit affected from Cissa having returned the favor and been better than her overloaded blow when they had their first meeting.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” a perky female voice that he identified as Tabitha Meer who Naomi had been giving lessons in proper behavior, “but there is a call from Miss Hermione for you. Should I put her on now, boss?”

“Alright, Tabby, you can put her on,” Harry said with a slow sensual sigh as he stretched on the bed. “Don’t expect for Naomi to be available for lessons either tonight or early in the morning. We got a bit carried away.”

“Understood, sir, but most of us are aware of that fact even if the privacy wards were a bit strained by the last while and all,” Tabby said with a slightly husky purr. “I didn’t have a lesson until the afternoon although there is some assistance that I will need to do in compensation, boss. It would only be proper for the student to assist their teacher, and so I will likely be busy for the morning seeing to things in her absence. I don’t doubt that she will soon be able to help in the school she is planning start up, and the name is nice even if not too original considering both of your last names. Still the Black Rose does have a nice feel to it, but I should get off the line since your call is still waiting, boss.”

He made a slight approving sound and he heard the line reconnect and he prepared himself for talking with Hermione. The plans were somewhat fluid, but he had managed to learn that there was beach and he might need to do some protection while there considering that his ladies would be displaying enough of their eye catching charms to warrant excessive responses. Harry was grateful that the family rings he had acquired were saturated with protective spells and notice me not charms so those that didn’t need to know wouldn’t know unless he wanted them to do so.

“Hello, Hermione, it is good to hear you again,” Harry responded when he heard her particular breathing presence. “So what can I do for you today, my friend? While you don’t have to call for reasons, you do tend to have one instead of just enjoying pointless and purposeless chatter.”

Harry relaxed a bit as he listened to Hermione’s response. It did give him to think about but his recent investment was going to pay off as operating a spa did allow the perk of sending his employees there to unwind and relax. He was so mellow from all this that he didn’t pay attention to the particular House Elf that had been there for a while watching wide eyed as things had been happening. Harry had House Elves so one being around was not much of a thing even if Kreacher was busy at the Black Home restoring it for his use. Having multiple homes and places to reside seemed like a good thing even if he was already planning to see about getting some places outside of both of The British Ministry for Magic and the European Magical community if not the ICW’s influence. He didn’t put it past Fudge from being a liability to him and the politician seeing Harry as either a liability or a tool to further his career and that was before he annexed Lucius’s monetary assets.

As for the elf, Dobby recognized Mistress Narcissa and had been here since before she left from her night with Mistress Bella. Dobby was a confused elf as he came to warn the Great Harry Potter about Bad Master’s plan, and seeing how the Mistresses were busy with the Great Harry Potter Sir who was Lord Black and Mistresses’ Lord and Master. Mistresses looked happy and unlikely to hurt an elf for informing them of things, but Dobby was no fool and would wait until the Mistresses and he who Dobby wished was his Master were done with their play. Dobby preferred serving Mistress as she didn’t punish him for trivialities and while praises were non-existent it was better than whom she had married. Dobby wished he had been a Black elf to serve them, but from the words he understood if master’s idiocy failed than the Great Harry Potter Sir would be Master and that was more important to Dobby than freedom even if that was a worthy punishment for conspiring against bad master.

Serving mistress by warning her that her husband plotted against her master was not a betrayal as he was still serving the family. The conversation had been enlightening even if Dobby had to resist popping in and aiding the other elves even if they were upset with him interfering in their servicing their master and family. Oddly Dobby was wondering things similar to some of his mistress’s thoughts as she barely resisted as her sister and the most likely muggle or squib maid were slowly shifting the mutual orgasm seeking daisy chain while their master watched to focus on the new woman who had spent most of the day hogging Harry’s attention.

Cissa wanted two things in life at this point and one was what she had been doing today and that was her being able to revel in having a man of her house filling her up while another was wishing that Harry was old enough that he was ready to see about rebuilding and refilling the house with at least Bella and her having some children. It had been nice when Draco was growing inside her and still Cissa suspected her fool of a husband had something added to his fertility and virility potions to ensure that Draco was practically born without much of her blood influencing the boy. She had felt her son becoming more of his father’s son than her flesh and blood, but still Cissa hoped that this year would allow Draco to grow up and that when Lucius inevitably failed or worse annoyed Harry that his removal would be the final push to reform her son. Cissa had been informed of some of his idiotic behavior of the year so far, and Harry would be well in his right to punish including lethally so Draco for his actions while it can be said it was a house matter in some ways.

“Ok, so you and Dora want to be prepared and pampered before the trip, I can’t say that it doesn’t make sense to me, but finding a good place is difficult normally,” Harry spoke into the phone as he watched Cissa get doubled up by Bella and Naomi. “The solution is rather simple as it seems I have a spa you can go to and relax and pamper as well as prepare for the more open French beaches. It’s called the Lotus Blossom and it is full range although most aspects require membership to utilize. I thought it would be nice for the workers to have a place to relax and it also helps with such a useful perk to keep them eager to remain employed.”

Harry waited and listened to Hermione’s short reply as he noticed that their entertainment had resulted in him being ready to rise to the occasion, but watching Cissa sandwiched between her sister and Naomi who Harry wondered would teach Dora how to be as provocative in addition to his eager slave sexiness. It did mean he had to continue his conversation and it would be rude to just tell her to wait a moment while he saw to something even if it was making Cissa scream in pleasure again or any of the other eager to cream ladies.

“Who all were you planning on dragging with you Hermione, darling?” Harry asked as Cissa was starting to whimper and gasp from the attention as he smirked when she caught his eyes and the added thrill helped her pop. “While June is rather open minded it wouldn’t due for some things to slip and the spa is full service especially for my employees and servants. Still if you don’t ask than there shouldn’t be any problems, but the masseuses there are more often than not to be so good that you either imply wanting a happy ending or drift off in sleep from being so relaxed. All things considered you should probably ask for Kat or Kate depending on her mood.”

Harry waited a moment and enjoyed Cissa shuddering as he watched the woman be driven to another orgasm after the relative dry spell had completely abated after he had summoned her to his home. It wasn’t the ancestral home of either the Potter or Black families, but it was useful as it was close enough to serve his purpose in fooling Dumbledore and overseeing things while still close enough that the piss poor wards around the Dursleys gave the appearance that he still dwelt there. The neighbors were long used to not seeing him there and the personal touches anchored to the bludgeoned together wards allowed him to fool even the obvious squib that was supposed to keep an eye on him. She would have been obvious even if she didn’t have at least part Kneazle cats in her care.

“While I don’t think that June would get so worked up that a male masseuse would be requested to fuck her,” Harry continued as he tried to listen both to how his words were affecting Hermione and the sounds that his current entertaining ladies were happily making, “there is the chance that the massage would be that stimulating although even the ladies working there might want to do that if not have a taste. I have to admit that you both, well to be honest all of your female relatives that I know are gorgeous and after having had a taste I would like to try more as well. We never really talked about it, but what are your thoughts on what happened? I have to admit if it wasn’t for the utter esteem I hold for Vincent that I would not have been able to hold off on where things were going. I will admit my dear sweet and lovely lady that from what I see that neither you nor Alice will have much competition when you both are finished with our hormonal development. Dora is something else and I have the feeling you want to show our plaything off when we are away from her judgmental yet I think I can understand the reasons why mother.”

Harry motioned for the girls to help Cissa into bed with him as he thought over what Hermione had told him. She was right that June was observant enough to guess that his girls were at least exploring each other if not doing slightly more than the usual playing doctor with him. He had seen pictures of most of Hermione’s aunts even if he had not met them and he would call any man or woman that kicked them out of their bed a fool since they were both gorgeous and able to keep one’s mind stimulated as well. The Granger and other ladies were the kind of appreciable women that were captivating with personality and both mind and body exercised to stay in shape. Regardless of the male instinct to shoot his dick in as many willing pussies as possible, Harry was not a slave to either his hormones or instincts or he would have not tried to keep away from the fan girls his fame had attracted. Thankfully most of them seemed more obsessed with the Boy-Who-Lived mystery and his success at school and thus were not aware of both the financial and political fortunes he had inherited.

The apple not falling far from the tree was apparent as he didn’t doubt that the possibilities had been there that Hermione and Alice were normal for her family. Some things happened as a matter of course even if not brought up in polite company such as how girls got better kissing practice than boys did. Still it was not that he regretted not having had the encounter finalized with his feeling that hot and responsive sex of June wrapped around him because he could have done the same with Amelia or even Zhu and Mei-Li. It had not been the right time even if his blasted imagination was supplying many kinds of accidents that could be resolved with slipping into June.

As Hermione continued to reveal what she had learned about how June might react and how she thought they could best handle things, Bella and Naomi had settled into snuggling against him while running their hands over his available and flushed muscles even as Cissa slowly moved up from where they had let her rest at the foot of the bed between his wide parted legs. It was reliving that June would not freak out like Andromeda would that Hermione was experimenting with Dora, Anne or even Alice, and Harry was not really ready to admit to Vincent that he had been pounding the four ladies as often as they wanted. Strange as it seemed, Vincent was the closest he had to a male role model and even with getting to know Sirius now it seemed that his lover’s father was the closest thing he had known to a father since his memories before that Halloween were still difficult to recall. He had sought out what few of his ancestors ghosts he could find and even then there had not been much on the Potter secrets.

Harry had found out some of the family secrets from the paperwork he had Sarah going through, but the most hidden one had been a relief even if it meant that the man who murdered his parents was also a distant relative even if he wasn’t sure how. He had not brought up his invisibility cloak as it was different than the other ones he had analyzed and there might be proof to a few of the legendary tales in the Wizarding World. Harry did wish that Voldemort hadn’t further brought loathing on the gift of Parseltongue even if a few of the older ghosts he had communed with had revealed that it had been not just the additional magical methods that had brought out the loathing for it, but that because the tongue had to vibrate to make the sounds it had been from jealous rivals that their kisses were so arousing let alone how it greatly aided in parting a maiden’s flower in the past.

As Hermione finished her very revealing observation and thoughts, Harry tried not to gasp as Cissa had managed to have crawled from the foot of the bed to rest her head near his thighs before she had with determination resumed her earliest encounter with him by making sure he was ready for one last ride by swallowing him whole. As strange as it was to admit, Hermione was right that they had been more than precocious and while he had suspected that his stonewalling Alice and Anne’s earlier machinations to begin having Harry scratch their itch besides the somewhat sexually seeming soothing of their monthlies would eventually be broken through there was the fact that Harry had projected that their success would be closer to a more acceptable time frame such as when they were in their teens if not closer to the non-magical British legal age. The goblin revelation that as magical girls that they could give their consent at age twelve as well as that as his apprentices let alone sworn vassals that even that age was not a solid barrier had put a spanner in the works for his plan. The effects of the art and even peripherally experiencing life times of ghosts had made their bodies mature faster than it should and it did explain why it had taken so much of his will not to succumb to the constant flirting and offers sooner.

“I will agree that we were more than precocious and that there had been extenuating circumstances regarding all of our relationships,” Harry said with a barely stifled gasp as Cissa tried to show that even tired her mouth could be as natural a vacuum as Dora without her pushing her morphing too far. “I don’t plan on slipping into June even though she looks like she is your slightly older in her mid-twenties sister than your mum should look. Well at least until she knows about us and is calm about it as well as having more than just impressions that they are in an open enough to consider it relationship and where they don’t feel as if they were like some of the monsters we have met. June would need to accept some of that and I can only hope that there isn’t an accident before then as I really don’t want to cause problems regardless of the sexual dynamo that is your mum and how every instinct and bit of my nature screamed at me that she needed a good topping like I know you have enjoyed. Considering that when all of this is said and done and we have finished needing Hogwarts and the nuisances have been dealt with I know we both need and want to try some normal things and at least we know what you will look like when we go to university to further our desires, ambitions and goals. Think how interesting it will be when you too look even closer in age, and the only problem might occur if you try to play the near twin thing. By the time we do graduate or get our NEWTS and O-levels and such dealt with I think we should be able to almost be graduate students and getting as far from this mess is tempting. Think how sexy seeing you both and the way some would react to how your sexy mum looks so young gets everyone worked up!”

Harry stopped as Cissa showed that while Dora had magic on her side that his young lady of House Black lover would be able to learn a thing or two and that while Bella had been stuck in Azkaban hell that Cissa had at least kept her skills sharp even if unable to have another man that was not either a Malfoy or a Black touch her in such a thrilling manner. Hell he was arching off the bed into Cissa’s mouth and Hermione was panting as hard as he was and she did bring up a good point even if it was almost driven out from the suction Cissa was giving while her nose was pressed to his flesh. His aura and other things had prevented the historic hell that any man having more than one woman in his life would cause as the Ancient Chinese had associated such with their symbol for trouble and the symbol was two women under the same roof.

He didn’t really mind, but when Hermione started to scream out her lust full declarations of how her mum was like her and exactly what he should do to her even if it was in general and not specific in how he should control, bring her to submit in submission, dominate her properly or use her sexy body in bed and otherwise fulfill both of their sexual hungers. Her admission that she was busy with Dora distracting her while almost overshadowing her knowing he was playing as well had really got him worked up.

“Well Hermione, it seems that Bella has a lot in common with Cissa and they both can teach Dora there how to give one hell of a suck!” Harry growled out in drawn out gasps as he found his hips thrusting his throbbing cock into Cissa’s excepting mouth while his other bedmates kept her from chocking or being hurt even if they both had moved to do so. “It is so tempting to have ickle Draco seeing his mum getting fucked like the needy woman she is, but that might cause the poor ponce to pass out or worse die from the shock. It would not be nice to fuck with Cissa like that when she is such a good girl!”

Harry arched off the bed and stilled while Cissa sucked him through a minor ejaculating orgasms while her lips remained firmly around him as he did so. His hearing shuddered into hyperactive as the room blurred around him and he could hear Hermione as she and Dora had their own releases even if Dora was muffled with a mouthful of his kinky knowledge obsessed lover’s oh so supple and responsive tit.

He could hear Hermione’s shouts clearly as Cissa refused to release his cock until he felt the slight loss of firmness abate and he was as hard as ever again. He looked down in shock as the barely crawling woman had seemed energized enough to slide his cock down her body as she rose up after letting him free from her mouth before sinking down on him one last time. He could have sworn for a moment he saw a house elf crying in glee at the sight before Cissa ground down on him as she hefted her breasts for his viewing pleasure before she bent down so that his lips could suckle them again. He knew that she had barely had any chance to do that for the spoiled brat and that her breasts had been neglected for the most part since her female lovers were more interested in quick and frequent orgasms while passing up the slow yet intense ones that required more time and effort to achieve.

He found that Naomi and Bella had his hands automatically responding to the feel of aroused pussy and they had already slipped inside to their mutual sigh of pleasure before they started to pant as they snuggle against him as Cissa slowly moved on top of him. He could hear Hermione still and agreed with her that Cissa did deserve something to make up for her miserable existence and it was not as if he couldn’t take the ladies on a turn with him.

“That is a wonderful idea, my cunning cat,” Harry purred out as Cissa shifted to bounce and grind while her sister and his maid ran their hands on her and Harry. “Did you hear that Cissa? We are going to see exactly how bowlegged and spent I can make you with using a time turner to cram in a whole day of ravishing your poor deprived sexy body. Now doesn’t that sound like will be fun?”

Cissa was past forming words as she was too focused on squeezing as much out of this as possible, and her ideology hit the road as she planned to thank the girl profusely for convincing their master that she needed a good ravishing. Maybe it would even get Lucius so worked up he spliced himself and removed his idiocy from the manor. Draco hadn’t been the brightest of knives, but without Lucius there to pour drivel into his brain there might be a chance to save the cocky punk. The frustration had almost been so bad she had wondered if cursing her son or husband to the bed and pouring potions to ensure performance and firmness down their throats before she used them as she suspected Lucius used some muggle toys.

She had come more times today than she had in years short of the romps with Bella recently and while she loved her sister their master really made a girl come hard when he got started. If he wanted to take her back to Malfoy manor and desecrate every inch by fucking and otherwise using her body than she wouldn’t care at this point. The Lady Malfoy was already plotting on how soon she could meet the girl her son had been ruthlessly been outperformed by and to see how many hours she could spend lavishing the wonderfully creative girl’s sex with her tongue.

Her answer to his question was to pulse around him as she felt her body drench him with her juices. Narcissa owed the girl even if she would have need for some expensive potions to move the next day. Bella managed to indicate that her master had such potions on hand and she let a truly delirious look pass on her face even if her eyes were unfocussed and for a moment she contemplated that Dobby was seeing her ride Lord Black before the half formed thought was driven out of her head as her lord twitched and throbbed inside her gripping and gasping sex. It wasn’t right that someone her son’s age could fuck her better than anyone before and the closest with the same level of experience had been the previous Lord Arcturus Black and he had been well past his peak even if he could still leave her whimpering and shuddering throughout her entire life.

In her mind, Cissa knew that she was as much Harry’s creature as her sister was and it was not the worst way to end up as unlike her farce of a marriage her master seemed to be concerned that his property was happy and always put to bed fed, watered, and sated. Even this false feeling of control was wonderful as she ground her sex down and tried to draw him deeper inside as he throbbed and soon enough would fill her one last time before sleep claimed her. In her haze she could hear the two screams over the phone as his other sexual playthings came like the eager young things they were and it made their master relent to fill her up by hearing all three of their sounds of pleasure. It would put the brat in his place to see her now or better watch as the lot of them mewled and were left conquered so happily while lapping his claim out of them with the twit watching. She did hope on some level that the recent lessons would sink into his head, but Draco was a stubborn brat at times and as much as having physical pain even with magic inflicted there was little that would break through the naïve idiocy Lucius had poured into his mind.

She plopped down as her string of wince causing orgasms reached a crescendo as Harry gave one last spurt into her even if it was still deliciously forceful and plentiful. She reset her head across his chest and found his lips on hers before pressing her head to his neck and affectionately nibbling as her head became heavy from all of the exertion while dreams of what he would do to her for her full day at his beck and command flittered through her mind. It was heavily laced with sexual exuberance as her body pulsed around him still buried inside and likely to stay mostly firm and full inside her as she would need some attention in the morning.

Harry ran his hands over the three of them once Bella and Naomi released his hands from their heated and tender petals. He could hear Hermione slowly talking with a drowsy voice and it was not really unexpected even if it did require a response. She was right about the mirrors and the appointment wouldn’t really be necessary but June would be suspicious if they had an immediate opening without a good excuse.

“Alight Hermione sleep tight as well, my darling pet,” Harry said after he heard the yawns coming from the spent girl and the mumbles of Dora as well. “I hope your spa trip is as satisfying as possible and see about getting Dora some nice clothes even if she will spend most of her nude and thus not needing it. I really don’t want to be dragged on clothes fitting and we can hit the shops there and the ones I know when we get back. Fred and George made some big promises on things so I will at least visit for the last week and look over some of their pranks as well. The downside is that I have to deal with the two idiots and possibly another fan girl. There is also the risk of seeing the cow that has no grooming, but given her prudish leanings there is little risk of that happening. Now sleep sweet Mine and dream of the fun we will have on our vacation.”

Harry heard a sound of agreement before the call ended. He was tired and he did have a day to turn with these three and if Lucius seeing her barely concealed strut after having one hell of a makeup seeing to experience didn’t throw him further off his game than Harry wasn’t sure what could do so. Lucius was as one of the more criminal elements he had to compete with called a ‘fucking liability’ and Harry definitely saw Lucius as little more than an annoying gnat with delusions of grandeur and his spawn was taking after him too much. He almost was tempted to think that Narcissa had been a trophy wife and some random muggle or muggleborn used to incubate while the ingredients were magically extracted for a similar method to in-vitro fertilization as there were no signs that Cissa had passed the sprog out between her legs or had distended her smooth and firm belly.

As his mind drifted, Harry picked up on both of the Black Sisters and their rather natural and instinctive desires. Bella would have skinned both her husband and brother in law if she had been able as she wanted to be a mother and Cissa now felt the same way just with regrets in how pathetic it seemed her child was turning out. He had no problem with their or any of the others desires to eventually bear his children even if he would not risk that while his two to three enemies were free to cause mischief. As amusing as sending Cissa to Lucius swelling with his own heir, Harry was not ready for that even with how many countless memories of the dead’s lives floated inside his mind. Being able to recall not only what a father and grandfather felt but a mother and grandmother as well did tend to distort one’s perceptions. Walburga had shown him that a firm hand and cock were the key to keeping the ladies of the House in line and happy, and if any of the men at the time had spent enough time pounding her and the other Black wife to satisfaction they would not have had the idiocy to plan the poor matches that they had done.

Harry drifted off with that certainty as Dobby popped into view now they were asleep and the elf was confused on what to do. He would tell them about the plot when they woke up and hopefully he was only cursed a little. Harry Potter Sir was a great and powerful wizard who had tamed not only the bad mistress but the bad lady as well. The other elves popping about did mutter inaudibly to humans that they should mate and that the master should get some of his mates bred so there would be more little masters to serve. Dobby had managed to remain out of sight but had picked up on the orders none the less. Master Black Sir would not get his mates bred until things were safe even if caring for good mistress as she was fertile and bearing young would be better than things had been for him and them.

The elf moved the sheets to cover the sleeping masters and Dobby didn’t doubt that Harry Potter Sir’s commands were as orders from either bad master or mistress. He would wait until they were done with their morning exercise as even Dobby knew that the biggies enjoyed practicing mating as well as mating. It did explain the drop in punishments the good mistress was giving out and none were as pointless as the ones the bad master gave out.

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Chapter 39: Arrivals in Preparation

“Visiting the Grangers was a wonderful experience, especially as it got me away from where the frustration was making sedating mother so I could have some release very tempting.”– Dora Black on why she was grateful to visit her friend and lover even if their master was not there.

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Dora was packing in her room and very grateful that she had brought up the phone calls to Hermione as reasons why she should go over there before the trip. It had been hell even with the frequent follow up calls and knowing that Hermione’s parents were understanding and much more reasonable in allowing their daughter to explore her sexuality than her repressing mother was. The closest she had been was when her mother was out and she took a shower or drenched her dad’s massager when she came. The only other stimulation she was able to get was near orgasms from tricking her daddy to spank her and given how deeply she had explored such kinks with her master that barely soothed her appetite for those kinds of stimulations. Still the draught would be over somewhat as Hermione’s mum was understanding and gave her daughter enough privacy that they could get into some games.

She tried not to rant at the horrifically prudish clothing she was packing, but if push came to shove she could shift to fit Hermione’s sizes and hope they got some clothes shopping done when in France even if the more arousing clothes were not as likely to be available for them. Her bathing wear made her want to puke although she had seen worse among her fellow magicals up to smocks that went out of fashion almost more than a century ago. Hell at least her ankles were seen and some of her flesh was seen even if she wanted to wander about with just a pair of bikini bottoms while feeling the warm sun soothing on the rest of her nude skin. Hermione would definitely help her get some nice beach wear and other clothing while far from her mother’s gaze even if she would have to store them with Hermione.

At least she would be out of here soon and at least with Hermione she didn’t have to worry about being caught getting off by the strangely repressing yet known to be kinky woman who was her mother. Dora was still hoping that when she was with Hermione there would be more than just the usual antics even if she had accepted their methods of studying as well as how wonderful the playtimes could be. Sure she planned on having some sexual adventures with her friend, lover and fellow servant, but Hermione was closer to her now than most of her friends and even then she had rarely if ever been able to even get her mother to give her permission to meet them let alone visit.

If those two hadn’t seduced her than she would have likely gone to Siobhan and given what she knew of her friend and her housemates that the comfort would have shifted to sexual with little resistance on either of their sides. Not that she didn’t find any of her friends attractive now even if she had managed to not be pestered by them about hers as they had their own relatively normal boyfriends to deal with at the time, and personally Dora wouldn’t mind even with all the satisfying sex while at school if they hinted at more even if Harry was understanding enough not to shift the situation as they had with Penny.

As Dora tried not to glare as her mother looked over her choices in clothing she was taking, she desperately focused on the simple fact that if Andromeda Tonks went too far her master could retrieve her and there was nothing Mrs. Tonks could do about it. Harry was more than able to welcome just her back into the Black Family and then it would be a family matter and Andromeda would be unable to even get the ministry and most of the civil wizards to interfere. At least Hermione would be able to hold the nicer outfits she planned to acquire even if it couldn’t be with her official pocket money, and despite what she had heard her mutter that she wouldn’t be left desperate enough to suck, play, and fuck strangers for her spending money. She had a master that provided for her thank you very much, and while Harry did have servants that were in explicitly sexual industries, they were a far cry from the sort seen being pimped on TV.

Part of her wanted to just drop her morph and slam her mother to the wall with her spider legs, but given some of the byplay about the plan there was as close to a premonition as her fervent loathing of Divination would allow. She would be blooded sooner than later and despite her mother’s attempts to keep her ignorant about her heritage there were several truths she knew now. A Black had the diluted blood of a necromancer and thus a sympathy and rapport with death. That sympathy allowed a few impressions that the Greek traditions where communing with ghost allowed one glimpses into non-linear time to see the past or what might be. What it boiled down to was that one with even the proper amount of the Blood would have seen their most likely death at some point, and the ritual had amplified that to also allow her as Harry had once admitted that he had a sense of déjà vu when he had his first kill that he had seen the man before in a dream.

Still as she watched her mother violate her privacy by nit picking her almost granny panties being too provocative for a girl her age, Dora wondered if she had seen her own death because of those similar minded to Great Aunt Walburga and Grandmother Druella. If that had been the case than, Dora could understand why she had become twisted in her own way, and while she could accept that it didn’t mean she had to like it. There had been a reason to turn so far from things, and while if her mother saw her death because of the arranged marriage as well as the misery similar to what her sisters had ended up going through than there was some rhyme to her reasons.

Even keeping her ignorant about sex could serve a purpose as if it had not been for her master, those boys would have coerced her into things and with how much of a pleasure and sex addict her body acted like then she would have become a slave of her body’s desires more so than she was currently. As it was, if they had tried to spank her for not doing what they said, Dora doubted she wouldn’t have been so aroused as to switch into her inner slut. She would have sucked and stroked them. When they decided they wanted to fuck her, she would have eagerly thrust and pushed her ass back or arched her cunt to them depending if they had her face down or up. By then they would have likely called witnesses down and have kept her aroused to the state where she would have been the tower bike and spent the night with at first her mouth, hands and pussy being used before one of them missed or got a thought and tired of waiting and butted into her asshole before succeeding in stretching her enough that her ass would not have been passed over. After that much sex and how easily she would have come repeatedly, they would have found Dora as their eager slut willing to be whored just so long as she was getting fucked to forget everything.

None of that meant Dora enjoyed the ignorance and repression she had to endure, and she would find a way to get her beach wear as something more her style than form concealing clothing that went from her ankle to her neck with only the barest hint that she had curves detectable underneath. Finally her mother was done tossing her even more unflattering than the school robes clothes together and with a snarled, ‘Pack’ shouted her humiliating clothes were packed into the suitcases for her drive to the Grangers and trip to France. Soon enough she would be with Hermione again and away from the frustration and utter prison like supervision which was far more intruding than ever happened at school in what was a medieval fortress.

Dora was at least enough of an actor that her mother didn’t know she had just that morning while she was out finally found something to push daddy to spank her ass until she came hard even if her ass cheeks were still glowing and were tender as she sat down in her spot in the backseat of the family car. It was fading quicker than she liked and would barely be rosy by the time she could get Hermione to play with her. Very sparse masturbation sessions, the occasional spanking to being a bit more than just wet, and the sexy phone calls were a sharp decrease from more orgasms in one day than she has fingers. In addition to her lack of emotion calming and mood equilibrating pleasure, Dora had her two favorite flavors being sweet flowing pussy juice and Harry’s hot thick and slightly salty cum which she had mostly been missing like one’s favorite desert and not having anything but bland tasteless food in comparison to the sensory sensations as her favorite flavors exploded on her tongue.

With her lap hidden in shadows from her mother seeing with the rear view mirror while her daddy drove the car towards her friend’s house, Dora tried the least obvious method of getting some relief as she waited to get there. It was almost tempting to be annoying and ask are we there yet often, but given how her mother was acting all irritable there was a real risk she would have the car turned around and then call the Grangers and say the plan had changed. Now that was something Dora would not risk as she clenched her thighs together in anticipation and relief as she tried not to gasp in happy shock that the subtle less maintained road was causing the most pleasant of vibrations under her seat.

It wouldn’t be enough to have more than a minor tremor yet was like the soothing feeling of the massager when she didn’t go straight to her responsive areas to have a quick hard orgasm. So Dora tried not to close her eyes too noticeably as she let the vibrations and her thighs squeezing together with how tingly her ass was sooth her of some of the irritation her mother’s meddling caused.

‘Soon enough I will be away and Hermione is fun and nice to spend time with just hanging out,’ Dora thought as she felt her thick mortifyingly ancient looking underwear absorb and conceal how the stimulation was making her move from wet to running. ‘Hmm… if this continues I will be relaxed with a nice release even if I will have to muffle my moan when I do come. It will be nice not to hold in how wonderfully satisfying it feels when I cum let alone when I gush from coming hard.’

Dora let her body slump a bit and had her hand near her mouth which wasn’t that strange as the car rides normally left her sleepy unlike train rides or a bit unsettled on boats rocking. Just a little longer and she would be with friends and making up for lost time as the phone sex had been nice, but feeling, smelling and seeing a girl come from her attentions was much better. A bit more than half way there, Dora moved he hand to cover her mouth in a sleepy yawn which if her mum had seen how her thighs were twitching would not have bought her moan being a yawn. It helped and at least the trip was mostly over, and she would settle into a real nap until the car got closer. Hiding she was orgasming was more straining than letting it out, and she felt the muscles she had to restrain ache from the effort to remain as still and limp as she had been. Alice had at least been able to let her body stiffen partially when she was trying to milk him while appearing innocent even if she had only heard and not seen the sight.

As Dora’s family were finally approaching the driveway as Hermione’s sharp eyes saw their car drive down the street from her window including Dora stretching a bit in her seat, Hermione made sure her toy box was locked and her more riskier outfits would be out of immediate sight if Mrs. Tonks decided to try to inspect her room even though her mum had granted her almost adult privacy privileges. Still her parents had always kept their own blatantly sexual things out of sight and still did so now even after her more detailed talk with her mum. Andromeda Tonks definitely wouldn’t give advice on which vibrators and toys to start with along with their proper care and lubrication in addition to the how to deal with her monthlies and bras.

“Mum!” Hermione cried as she scampered downstairs. “You did remember that Mrs. Tonks is a bit more traditional about some things, right?”

“Yes, dear and it is a pity about that even if I don’t doubt that they are as prudish in the bedroom as they acted in public,” June said as she looked at her rather conservative dress she was wearing as they planned on a quick evening out while the two had a slumber party which neither had really done except for her daughter visiting Alice and having Anne stay over as well and that had not really happened too much in the past. “I suppose we are a rather cosmopolitan sort and Andy does seem to have some bad history to work through. Your friend’s mother did let some things about her family slip and it is understandable that she would react as she has with the way the world is constantly changing.”

“Yeah, I read up in the library about her family and the Blacks did have a reputation and her sisters married rather vile men,” Hermione added as she scrunched up her nose as she thought on that research session. “It would make sense to keep Dora away from all the bad eggs whose sons are at school now. They are too big of jerks that I doubt Dora would feel a need to rebel against Mrs. Tonks with them, and she does have a few other friends even if most are older than her and in other houses as her year is rather small due to the troubles. I know that you will cringe at the clothes she is bringing over as they make some of Gram’s clothing seem risqué, but Mrs. Tonks has a beyond Victorian dress sense for Dora regardless of her own private choices.”

Hermione didn’t want to voice that corsets while a pain to get into would likely look dazzling when Dora wore one and there were some other role play and such clothes that she wanted to dress her friend up in and see the show. Her friend would look positively evil and sexy in some of the modified leather wear even if the afterglow would prevent her from looking too Goth. Slip some tall boots with or without heels, a less than thigh length black leather skirt, and have her top show Dora’s generous cleavage with advertising Dora being owned with a collar and Hermione would drool at the sight as well as most people she knows. Harry, Alice, her parents, and just the public would get stiff seeing Dora dressed up like that instead of being hidden like she knew Mrs. Tonks would ensure her friend would arrive in a few moments.

“So we will have to take your friend shopping while she is here, but you don’t want me to tell her mother about the more practical outfits being purchased,” June said as she contemplated how to handle this. “I take it that Dora’s pocket money is carefully controlled and you two are too young for how some girls made money when I was your age. Does this mean that I need to give Dora the talk as well considering how childish Andy dresses her? We are not financially troubled, but while it won’t bother us to pay for some outfits, it sounds like your friend will need a complete wardrobe makeover.”

“The money isn’t really a problem and not to sound like we are leeching off Harry, but despite being placed with his relatives who are a little bit less financially well off than your careers have made our household, Harry Potter is from an old family and he could live comfortably just on the interest in his trust fund without even touching any of the estate,” Hermione said while trying to look somewhat troubled at exactly how much money was not a concern for her friend whom she suspected her mum and aunt thought would be one of their boyfriends at some point. “Harry is not just famous there but has both sufficient liquid and invested assets to make what you two as dentists seem closer to being the working poor. Still with growing up having to find that out and doing odd jobs for pocket change, Harry is careful with his money, but Dora is our friend and he wants her happy even if her mother seems insistent on crushing her and doing everything in her power to make sure she was completely unattractive to and opposed to those like her family.”

“Ok, so Harry who is the only boy either you, your cousin or her friend spend time with is not just rich, but wealthy to the point of possibly saying money is no object,” June said as that little revelation in addition to her daughter’s letters over the school year telling her that her friend Harry was there and you recall that Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter is the same person. “You are going to have a logical rebuttal in case anyone claims any of your friends are his friends because he buys you things so we can skip that discussion and go straight to why he would be willing to pay for Dora’s outfits besides it fitting his caring if distant personality. I know that Harry was helping Alice, Anne, and was essentially hard working at helping out in Little Winging to make it a better place despite the Dursleys seeming to be the most self-absorbed hypocritical shallow individuals I have ever seen so there are reasons but there has to be more.”

“Harry arranged for chores and pocket money help with some of his schoolmates. You know some light yard work, helping their friends clean their houses, and other things like that,” Hermione said while fidgeting lightly. “When he got his letter, Harry did a full investigation to find out why those people loathed his parents before settling into being closer to cohabitating until he could find a way out. Dora is about the closest relative that isn’t a complete waste of space that both share. Their mutual cousin is Draco Malfoy, and the best way to describe Draco is as the magical version of a Hitler Youth. Add to that he is conceited and believes he deserves to be the best at whatever he does just because of his blood which makes him sound even more like an inbred moron than he is. Thankfully, the twit spent the year occupying the other idiot in our year or at least the most open one and that is Ronald Weasley who has similar ideas but where the Malfoys think you both are subhuman animals that they can torment like most little boys do small critters, the Weasleys are closer to seeing you like animals in the zoo when they go outside their society. They are for protecting the poor helpless muggles, but bringing in some of what we take for granted in ideals are dismissed as silly muggle ideas at best or poor aping of magic at worse. As I said, they thankfully kept each other busy so we could go about our days just watching their childish attempts at debate.”

June stilled when Hermione made that comparison and what followed made her concerned that her daughter was involved with this society. Two sides and neither saw her or Vincent as people but similarly to dumb animals as a number of Europe’s citizenry had at the turn of the century for non-European people. Add to the fact that what of the orientation material she had read that there were magical beings which were likely similarly viewed as lesser beings if not beasts. June had been concerned when Minerva had picked up Hermione for her orientation and shopping trip as it felt too eerily like they were a cult or such to indoctrinate their precious daughter.

“I take it that more of Minerva’s introduction was sugarcoated and this relates to not only us but little Dora as well,” June said and only raised her eyebrow when Hermione muttered that Dora was not little before continuing on her questioning. “Goblins run the bank if what I read is right and I suppose they are not treated the best. Now considering it sounds like both of these factions view us as dumb animals so what do they think about you considering that? There is something about this that you haven’t mentioned that is going to make me more uncomfortable whine Andy is here, so let me have a few moments to collect my decorum after you tell me before they get here as I have the feeling that it might take more than a few glasses of wine with dinner tonight to relax from the bomb you are leaving in my lap.”

Hermione shuffled and she was grateful that her father was chatting with Mr. Tonks down at the end of their drive as it would give her time and she planned to get Dora into her room while the parents tried to not talk about things. As much as Dora insinuated she wanted Hermione to strip her and make up for the lack of release while demonstrating the options in her toy box, she knew that they would have to wait at least until Dora’s parents left if not her own went out for their romantic dinner once they were sufficiently settled in for the night. At least her parents trusted her not to need a sitter or governess anymore, but that also meant she couldn’t arrange for the supervisor to be one of Harry’s employees.

“The goblins are lucky if they are treated with loathing as less than second class citizens, and they have an offensive name for people like me mum. It is offensive yet shows how lazy they are in their ivory towers and supposed superiority, and they call those like me without two magical parents a Mudblood which essentially means ‘dirty blood’ or that I would contaminate their pureblood rulers with my common filthy blood,” Hermione said while looking and glaring at the floor as she shook a bit in the injustice of it all. “It is ironic since most of those crowing that they are purebloods barely qualify while the ancient lords in this society have lasted by bringing in talented and gifted people like me. Mrs. Tonks problem is that her family felt that way, arranged a marriage with a thug, and wanted Dora to have nothing to do with those aspects of society while still learning magic. This left Dora with a few problems in moving through the system as Andy neglected to teach her what those who were raised in that world grow up with knowing such as cultural things and a better understanding than the orientation packet provided.”

“Continue Hermione, I definitely will have a hard time not overindulging to not rant about this with them,” June said as she pulled Hermione to her and sat down in a chair before running her hands comfortingly to get Hermione to tell her more. “There is something important missing in the orientation material and that Andy trying to protect Dora left out which is going to make me request that you close your doors tonight as I will do the same, isn’t there sweetie? Shush, don’t get all offended that your mum and dad are affectionate and do adult things still. Remember I gave you your talk, and you never mentioned if I will need to give one to Dora since it sounds like Andy may have left the more interesting parts out.”

“Political and government jobs are even more about networking than otherwise and without the manners and connections that Mrs. Tonks denied Dora there will be problems getting anywhere unless she gets a patron; however, Harry will be able to act as that for all of us and as our friend he won’t be the utter bastard that Mr. Malfoy and his associates would be,” Hermione answered as she relaxed and started to confess some of the things outside the rose colored vie her mum had been shown. “Unfortunately, it would be worse if you tried to pull me out as they have rules against leaving untrained magicals out and about where without training my accidents would possibly be worse to reveal their society. They barely have laws that protect you two and that was more about revealing them, and the sanctimonious bastards like Malfoy would think nothing about removing your memories of me and make everyone think I had died or disappeared. They do have rules once you are accepted at a school to prevent such things, and I hate to say it is almost a mix between a feudal and manorial society where your rights are what your betters allow.”

June didn’t respond and just held Hermione as she told her more horrific things and she thought about what might happen to those who didn’t accept the invitation as she had hoped they only prevented them from disclosing what they learned. Unfortunately it seemed that like a fairy tale there were monsters out there and the government was as usual uncaring about the little people unless it benefitted them. She had some interest in History and was familiar with how commoners were treated in both of those societies and it seemed that the magicals viewed them as either peasants or serfs barely lucky to not be outright slaves in the system.

“Harry is the last scion of House Potter which is an Ancient and Noble House in both their society and ours,” Hermione continued after letting the enveloping concern calm her down to speak. “Muggleborn students are granted protection as guests of first Hogwarts when they accept the letter and their house when they are sorted. So I have that protection as well as Dora does; however, this does not allow one to be considered for employment by most without making connections at school. Employment contracts can be magically binding and while it was designed to enforce the equivalent of NDA requirements when one is considering how lazy and self-obsessed they can be it can be twisted horrifically. Mr. Tonks does not have the suitable ability to protect his daughter in case some of the contracts were sinister because I looked up his recorded magical index and besides influence and authority from birth there is less sugarcoated acceptance of might still being right. So Dora was left uninformed about these things and the heads of house typically inform the muggleborn as the others are informed about such things by their parents, and Malfoy and those like him would be more than willing to entrap Dora in an essential Faustian deal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I first found out, but think how bad you would feel and want to react without the soothing fact that my friend is more than able to be my shining knight when necessary.”

“Definitely making you lock your doors and ensure the room is as soundproof as possible since your father will be doing his best to comfort me through this situation,” June said in a huff while pulling Hermione into as comforting a hug as possible where she giggled from what her mum admitted. “So to protect Dora from the influence of these people and their indoctrinating her daughter with their beliefs, Andy risked some bad things happening to Dora while also seeming to completely keep her innocent about her body and ignorant about what puberty is doing to her. Is there anything I should know about your friendship, darling?”

“Not really mum,” Hermione said with a blush as she thought about both the talk she had given Dora and their mutual explorations. “I had to give Dora your version of the Talk, and likely will lend her some toys while she is here. Mrs. Tonks is going to look through her luggage when she gets home so I can’t lend her one. I will admit that you were right and it did help relieve the stress at school. Unfortunately for both you and aunty, Harry and I are not dating, but who knows what a few more years will result in since he is my best friend while otherwise Dora is my other best friend. We made a few other friends, but dragging Dora along is complicated enough even without her mother’s obsessive and compulsive need to micromanage her life. As for my friends, Su lives across the world while Susan and Hannah would visit if they could but our lack of ability to be on the Floo Network. Dora has a few other friends, but they were pretty much a few years older than her and already dating with plans involving their current boyfriend or seeing what comes of a summer romance.”

“So play nice and see about getting Dora out more to be a normal girl than have her development arrested while still remaining amicable with Andy,” June said as she let Hermione out of her almost smothering hug before getting a kiss on the cheek form her serious looking daughter who then broke out giggling. “Well it is not that bad and it is not as if I didn’t have friends wanting to spend time away from their more strict parents by visiting me when I was your age. While it is your summer break, I know I don’t need to demand you do some studying, but it is nice not needing to pry you out off a book even though I can be the same at times. We can see about planning a few days of shopping trips with Dora tomorrow because I think your friend isn’t going to stand waiting while your dad and Ted talk much longer.”

“Thanks mum,” Hermione said before giving her mum a hug and another peck on the cheek before hopping out of her lap and moving to hug Dora as she came in the door. “Dora it is so good to see you again! Let’s leave the parents to talk and get down to planning your time with us. While there will be some relaxation, I do want to see some sights of interest. We also will want to double check our summer assignments now so not to rush later.”

Hermione moved Dora up the stairs to her room while helping move her luggage with them. She set the luggage down near her bed before straining her ears to hear downstairs and when it sounded clear pulling Dora into a passionate kiss and dragging her down on the bed to make out for a few minutes while they talked. When Dora had calmed down from needing to frantically hug and make out with her, Hermione settled to lying back on her bed as they both calmed down just in case Mrs. Tonks decided to come up the stairs to further impose her control on not just Dora but while she was there Hermione as well.

“It is so wonderful to see you again, Hermione,” Dora said with her flushed face lit up with a smile before a minor frown lasted a moment as she realized her summers would be hell compared to the heaven when out of her mother’s smothering control. “I just realize that I don’t have a nickname for you even if you do have one that I can’t use, and the ones your parents use are theirs as well. This is nice and all just relaxing, but your name is longer than mine and I doubt we can just waste away the day even if it is a nice change.”

“You have a point, my delicious Dora,” Hermione teased before laughing at how unserious she felt with her friend staying over. “I think you should call me something like Ne since it doesn’t seem that bad of a nickname and you are right I would only let my mum and dad call me what they do. Well Harry would be the other exception, but his pet names are as arousing as they are affectionate. So did you finish your summer schoolwork, Dora?”

“What else was there to do?” Dora asked in response as she was either overly watched at home or trying to do something to pass the time. “Everyone else was busy and mother was working while daddy was around more than enough. Please tell me that we can go shopping before going on the trip. My clothes are like this or worse as it makes me look like a boy at best with how concealing and obscuring of my figure they are. Even if I can’t get some decent less humiliating clothes, I plan to at least not wear the nightmares of bathing wear mother ensured I pack.”

“Definitely shopping and mum agrees with me as I do wonder how she tried not to be mortified by what you came over with although the school uniform was almost as unflattering,” Hermione said while lounging on her bed just enjoying having company for a change. “Still probably should get through some review and it would look innocent if that prudish anomaly decides to peak on us.”

Dora agreed and reluctantly stopped laying back and just enjoying the comfort and lack of oppressive control here. They pulled out there schoolwork and review notes while sitting on the bed together since Hermione’s desk only was set up for one person at that time. She hoped sitting on the same bed would not be scandalous enough to get into trouble while her ears twitched as she listened in on their parent’s discussion and Hermione noticed Dora doing the same. Hiding her real appearance all the time since parting had to strain her friend, but Dora showing her ritual transformation would definitely cause the situation to explode.

There were some encoded notes in the margins of their regular notes, and Hermione was somewhat sad that her research after seeing Professor McGonagall transforming in their first transfiguration class showed that because Dora was a Metamorphmagus she could not become an Animagus technically. She could look like an animal, but Dora would need to learn to mimic the instinctive motions that an Animagus had. The Animagus transformation also had minor improvements from their form present even when normal, and it had brought up a discussion if the werewolf curse was an attempt to systematically create people with a wolf Animagus form. It did make sense in a theoretical basis and the curse did grant more improvements that were progressions from the gifts of an Animagus. Unfortunately, the advantages of being allergic to silver and having no control of the change and their primal wolf id was in control when they changed.

Sadly the Wolfsbane potion seemed to only allow some control even if the few case studies showed still being drained after returning to human form. That it took effort to find that it was published by Severus Snape didn’t fill them with the best of feelings. He released things far less frequently than he had in his earlier career, and teaching in the manner he did was time efficient for him if not in conveying understanding to the rest of their schoolmates. Gryffindors besides Fred and George seemed to have any interest in the field ruined by the professor’s awful manners.

They continued to go over their work and converse about other things in code and innuendo as they waited for her parents to leave where they lay back and read some between kissing and affectionate caresses. They made sure not to be too indecent when they heard June make her way up to change before leaving for the night with Vincent which from the look she was sporting would involve a lot of wine and as Hermione knew her mum would drag her father to bed and they would be quite loud.

“I expect you two to be asleep by the time we get back,” June said as she walked in just her panties with her clothes already stored for her shower. “You may not have to worry about getting up early for school, but we are going shopping tomorrow Dora and since it sounds like you haven’t been on a proper shopping spree yet that you will want plenty of rest. This is a bit personal but considering what your mother’s notions are I have to ask considering I can see the hideous things Andy had you pack for beachwear. Considering the style of swimwear Hermione favors and being young I take it you will want a bikini so I have to ask if you will need a trim. We could do it here, but I wish there was a spa we could make an appointment with and all the ones I know are booked until after we would get back.”

Dora blushed at that and wondered how to answer when Hermione gave her a look. This was a sticky situation, but Hermione had pretty much stated she had given her friend the June version of the talk which had included proper care in general as well. Hell Hermione had told her mum and while Dora was up here without screaming that June knew that Hermione would be lending her some toys during her stay and giving her a more experienced advice on things.

“Dora doesn’t need to worry about trimming, Mum,” Hermione answered while Dora flushed to the same state she was after having to beg for relief from coming too often. “I did tell her about it and offered to help at school, but magic has given Dora a leg up on the rest of us. She doesn’t need to worry about her hair looking any way she doesn’t want either on her head or anywhere else. I have to admit that changing hair styles without accessories or a charm or potion to grow hair when one wants it long would be nice and that is better than having to wait to grow your hair long enough.”

June looked at both of them in confusion as there had been some mention of beauty potions and Hermione had mentioned a charm could grow and shrink teeth when they were there. So how did Dora get out of the hours of time spent in trimming, shaving, styling and the rest of the body detailing things? Waxing hurt like hell and shaving had its own risks such as marring the skin although the closest Vincent had come to making her feel completely in his control and submitting to him was when he shaved her pussy even if she dealt with the rest by herself.

“I am a metamorphmagus, Mrs. Granger,” Dora said before shifting the hair on her head threw half a dozen styles. “Mother is afraid since with training I can look like anyone and could pass for an adult or get into situations I am unprepared for and that future boyfriends will want me to tweak how I look to maximize how they drool.” Dora emphasized that by causing her breasts to swell stretching her shirt out before continuing. “The plus size is I never need to bother with a hair stylist to change the shape, texture or color of my hair and that includes having any elsewhere. Hermione thought that the reason my friends were upset is that I never have to wax, tweeze, or shave ever and they found it took too much time from their boyfriends to look nice. I think I was grateful Hermione wasn’t upset or told them most beautifying things I don’t have to worry about. So no Mrs. Granger I don’t need a trim to not have hair showing outside my suit and I do plan to get a bikini. Was there anything special about the beach that I should know?”

“It is top optional, and Vincent was at first reluctant to have Harry around if you start walking about topless so he can see how far either of you have developed, but I did say it would help partially desensitize him so he didn’t ogle any he saw,” June said with a naughty smile and a hefting of her chest for them to see. “I know Andy would not approve, but hopefully you keep an open mind and not just about the beach since I don’t believe you have travelled much, dear? There are so many wonderful things to see and experience in the world that keeping you ignorant about some of it would be not in your best interests.”

“Thanks mum,” Hermione said as Dora hugged her and sat up to hug June as well. “I hope that something happens since even though Dora doesn’t need to have the upkeep things done that don’t mean that a spa day wouldn’t be wonderful to visit. Maybe see if someplace has pampering available if we don’t need to have primping done. Have fun on your date tonight, mum.”

“We will and you have the number where to reach us and you are responsible enough not to get in trouble while we are out,” June said before leaning over and kissing Hermione’s forehead and looking at her fondly. “This isn’t what I thought your first sleepover would be like, but it is good to know you both have good friends to spend time with. Now I need to get ready and I will see you in the morning.”

June continued her walk to the shower slipping out of her skimpy panties while the two girls continued to chat. It had been tempting to have Vincent share her shower, but then they would be late and possibly end up with the girls seeing how far from boring their sex lives still were after so many years of marriage. The shower did help her calm down from dealing with Andy even if Vincent thought Ted was alright if a bit less outgoing than him. The discussion did leave her craving some nice wine, good food, some dancing, and then having Vincent ravish her all night long. The only problem was that the doors were mostly soundproofed as were the walls or they might have to worry about the girls rushing in from the noise.

“So what are we going to do while they are gone?” Dora asked Hermione with a mischievous smile as she thought she knew the answer. “I know we have to get our work done and the research on the projects is interesting, but I have been cooped up with barely any relaxation at all. What with that woman sniffing about for even the slightest hint that I think anything more complicated than when I was five, and barely time to get a minor shudder in the shower or opportunity to use the only make shift toy and the closest to sexual contact was trying not to moan when I tricked daddy into spanking me when mother was out.”

“Aw, poor dear sounds like you will like seeing if I have gotten rusty as well as trying out some of the toys from my toy box,” Hermione teased as she rolled over and kissed Dora tenderly while working her legs apart with her rubbing her leg against the quickly becoming aroused with lustful passion girlfriend. “Besides that I wanted to spend some time with you and that did include fucking you senseless, sweetie. I haven’t had a taste of pussy besides my own since the train and you look good enough to eat.”

Dora just smiled and let Hermione go to town in making her moan which was not heard over the closed door and shower. Hermione heard her parents leave while she was sitting on Dora’s face to both muffle her and get some attention of her own while the door muffled the squishing sound as her fingers rapidly stroked inside her friend before she decided to get her first taste of another pussy in several weeks and the accident with her mum didn’t count.

“Let’s see how you like this toy, slut,” Hermione purred as she rocked on Dora’s face and grabbing one of the battery operated toys after lapping Dora’s pussy of her excess juices she had gushed and licking her fingers clean of the same sweet nectar. “It is a rather simple vibrator, but there are a lot of toys to try out. After that, we can see about refreshing some positions and I might spank you between some of the toys and positions. You are still a little bit red, but considering that you had to get your daddy to spank you enough to cum without him noticing so you weren’t able to hump his knee or shift so his fingers stimulated this sensitive pussy of yours.”

Hermione stopped talking as Dora responded to the toy by using her tongue like the more complex one she had to vibrate, rotate and piston in and out of her pussy until Dora had to keep guzzling as she made her gush repeatedly. After that happened, Hermione settled into explaining the toy before using it and kept Dora guessing s she couldn’t see the toy. Eventually Hermione needed to let her pussy calm down and switched to kneeling between the barely coherent in sexual bliss Dora’s knees while continuing her product demonstrations.

Hermione snapped after the first half dozen toys and kissed Dora before sliding to rest with their heated wet cunts pressed together and she started to make out and fuck Dora as she tried to make them both have a number of orgasms. Covered in sweat and feeling her pussy tingling with its sensitivity, Hermione settle next to Dora breathing in deep gasps from the more physically demanding motions they had been doing.

“Thank you mistress,” Dora mumbled as she wiggled closer and fell half asleep. “I missed you.”

“I missed you to pet, and our master misses us as well,” Hermione said while she affectionately petted the drowsy and lost count of her orgasms girl. “Just rest and we can play some more later. We might even hear a show if they get too worked up to close their door all the way. I heard them and went to investigate and they looked hot fucking almost as good as I think you look when master has spanked your ass and had you on your hands and knees with your ass up and moving from having you cum all over his dick to lubricate it before he reams your ass. The sounds you make and they made were arousing enough that I needed to get off, but it is difficult to watch and not want to join in. That is something that would cause problems even if it was fun.”

She was right about that and even if Harry had been one thin skin hugging pants from fucking her that was not an excuse to tempt fate and resolve with being close enough to think about touching two hot lovers either fucking or making slow sweet heaven smashing love. It had been so tempting to silently crawl into the room onto the bed and while they were distracted start adding hands and fingers to make them cum even harder or more often. She had gotten a taste on their way to the bathroom as some had been on her mum’s fingers and then masturbating as she could hear her mum doing so while thinking about her lover fucking her mum had left Hermione confused about what was beyond kinky to sick outside of role play and fantasizing. Hermione had realized that she was so used to helping position Harry when it was necessary that she had almost slipped him out and positioned his dick to thrust into and not rub against her mum’s soaked snatch. Hermione though about these things as she let her body drop from hear pounding body red and flushed with arousal and her nerves tingling in afterglow aftershocks. It was nice to have Dora here besides the hot sex and a chance to have some pussy juice that wasn’t from fingering and playing with her own honey pot.

Hermione felt Dora snuggling against her after she had collapsed from their grinding themselves to several releases after they had lapped each other to mutual satisfaction before wanting more than just that level of sensations. Still as fun as Dora was and the orgasms had been wonderful for both of them, Hermione missed Harry and talking to him constantly when she felt like it even though she knew that as a man he liked his silence well enough as did she when studying.

She reached over for what as a soon to be teenaged girl her mother had considered as much an obvious necessity as her varied toy box for her teenage exploration complete with plenty of lubricants and manuals in how to best enjoy them, and that was since they hadn’t gotten the mirrors from Harry yet was a normal corded phone with plenty of length. It had been useful when she had earlier called both Harry and Dora before her arrival, and while it was less exciting to only hear and not see as the mirrors would provide for them there was still the best chance for a real time conversation with her beloved master.

“Hello Tabitha, could I speak with Harry please?” Hermione asked into the phone as she felt Dora half aware and moving against her body. “Tell him this is Hermione Granger calling to speak with him.”

Hermione heard the click before the music turned on as she waited. It wasn’t the worst music to listen to and she was still slightly flushed from her fun with Dora so waiting wasn’t that bad even if she felt the need to hear his voice if she couldn’t sleep content in his embrace. Waiting wasn’t that much of an inconvenience even if part of her wondered how playful the women and girls that seemed to flock around her master would be. Harry was a studious person, but given how frequently their hormones and natural interests had required to table some work for a good releasing fucking even if they always got their schoolwork and personal projects done ahead of schedule. The sexual chemistry and attraction between them was very explosive and she was grateful that they were able to pour the normal intensity they did things with to their love life.

Waiting while it was likely that Tabitha was flirting at the least with her boss and Hermione’s master, the kinky bookworm pondered what she wanted to do and how to ask it. Dora had the knack of more body control and could modify her body including all her hairs as she liked. The rituals had at least mostly removed the nuisances of some of her personal care even if the idea of Harry being the one to sculpt her body was attractive. It would have taken a lot to repress some of the things she had seen since meeting Harry and the train station had really opened her eyes that her mother was a woman which brought some obvious conclusions even before stumbling on their still active sex life.

Hermione did plan to show off Harry and her fellow girls while on the beach, and get Dora some nice and sexy clothes even if she would have to hold on to most of them since Andromeda was having issues. No, part of her was torn in how close she had come to moving between her mother’s hug turned frothing with her lover to free him from rubbing into her soaked and waiting sex with his pant clothed cock to plunge it into her like she had known they both wanted on some levels. Her only hesitation was the same as she had managed to pick up through her connection and that was both essentially physically teenagers had too much respect for her mother and father to cut in, but with the knowledge that she was picking up and going over her memories that most of her aunts were her parents shared lovers.

Still if she hadn’t been so out of her own control and had asked her mother one simple question then there would not be the situation now, and she did owe her father for the situation even if she had seen and heard the pleasant result when her mother who she could no longer think of as an asexual parent had fucked in so deliciously arousing ways. She trusted her father as much as her master or was it she trusted Harry as much as she did her father, but either way the recovering girl was certain that parading Dora would benefit her father, mother and Aunt May. Sure he would spend a few minutes to hours hard as hell before they either snuck off or retired to fuck for the night, but Dora was a pussy wetter and cock hardening girl even if she realized most of her lovers and female acquaintances were.

Hermione didn’t think she was that bad looking for her age nor were Alice, Anne, Hannah and Susan, but Dora would press most men to need to fuck someone with how she looked when not in revealing clothes in her natural form. According to Harry, Bella looked similar enough now that they suspected that Narcissa looked as good even if she was eye catching when they had saw her on the station separately. There was a thrill as she knew Harry was in the process of seducing her as they had her niece, and there was the added thrill of knowing Harry would soon or had already sanctified the poor pussy forced to pass the useless ponce Draco Malfoy with his attentions. If she had to go almost a decade without Harry she would go mad, and even if she had detected the faint traces of sex with women when she had walked by there was a connection she felt there.

Listening as her mother talked with Andromeda had given her the conclusion that Andy needed her husband not just to fuck her as she was at least not messed up like Narcissa, but Andy needed someone to own her like Dora to be really happy. It was obvious that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, but that Theodore or Teddy as she had mentioned even if sating her natural kinky dispositions wasn’t dominating her like Harry had done to Dora, Bella, and soon enough Cissa. From the casual observation, Cissa would be very receptive and now this waiting on the phone gave her enough time to mull over her notions about her parents and how Harry and June’s near fuck had affected things.

Did she feel bad about what they had already done? No, Hermione realized she didn’t, but she felt the certain acceptance that she wanted to watch at the least if not help when they decided to do so with her father knowing and accepting be the most uncertain factor. Vincent was a good man, a loving father, and he definitely made her mother happy. She didn’t want Harry to destroy their marriage even if part of her wanted to insist she watch as Harry gave her mother the utter domination she herself craved. Her father was able to play both sides so her mother was sexually satisfied without taking in the fact she likely enjoyed toping the women she shared her bed with. Still, Harry was on the far side of the scale and being controlled by others was very displeasing to him, and Su it seemed was closer to the other end of the spectrum needing to be owned as much as Dora did. Not that either of those were the complete and utter submissive that she dreaded Harry finding someday.

She had looked into more than her parents suspected, and there were some that without a master could barely breathe without being told to do so. Harry would or assign someone to do everything in ordering them to eat, sleep, use the bathroom, and so many details that it might be less interesting. Her master was too protective even if he could be a cold hearted bastard at times especially to his enemies, and even when he had tried to divorce himself from caring about anyone and solely dedicated to his ambition he had saved her cousin and her friend. It was always possible that those with submissive desires would be abused and not cared for. Hermione had realized that there was a very grey area in life already even if Harry had intractable rules that had helped anchor him through the mess that was his life.

Hermione was fairly certain that while her master did love her and the rest of his close followers that he had issues with emotional attachment to people in general, but that even his female servants and employees seemed to appreciate his appearance and were obviously in lust considering that her master was while only looking like a well-developed teenager attractive enough to distract. She knew that they would be advertising on the beach and Alice and Anne would also be crowing about with how close they were to Harry. Still there was no chance to get him in too revealing of clothing as while he had no problems walking nude around his dwellings there was no chance in hell to get him in ridiculously skimpy swimwear even if they planned on bikinis closet to thongs in how much skin would show. It would be fun to see if Dora’s ritual did make her as attractive in general as they found her to be, and Hermione had accepted her own inclinations even as after the blinders were torn off by how close her mother had come to doing more than dry humping Harry. Waiting did allow her to think even if her hand was tempted to pet the sleepily nuzzling Dora.

“Thanks, Tabitha,” Hermione said when she heard the girl come on as the music cut off. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting him too much. Oh, resting after a long day, well I can see the boss needing some rest time considering how his schedule is so full. No I don’t mind you wondering what I look like since you said he did mention me, but I suppose and hope to get a tour soon enough even if we are vacationing in France soon. Just think how fun it will be to see how some of the ladies and gents respond to him on the beach and for your information I look a bit like Alice since I am her cousin. I suppose I have been waiting a bit and so has the master.”

Hermione listened as the phone disconnected before connecting again and she relaxed as she heard the subtle sounds in the background. Her master had been playing and it strained a bit, but she could hear some women cleaning each other in the background. Her breathing hitched as she wondered if he was mid coitus this time as Alice had talked while forced to stay still while he was sheathed completely inside her the last time she called.

She listened to her master as he greeted her and processed his questions. There was a lot of things that she wanted to talk to him about, but it was interesting how having a girl pressed against her helped her relax even with Harry and his voice being stimulating enough to make her want to start writhing against Dora again. It wasn’t fair that he could make her go from sated to insatiable with just casual conversations. Sure she wondered why it seemed that life was making up for the misery that had been heaped on her master when he was younger, but even with how things were going she knew there were people that they would have to deal with in time.

Voldemort had to be confirmed dead and his followers dealt with, Dumbledore punished for his actions, and his family cared for properly. The Blacks were his family and she hoped that Alice, Anne and the rest were as well even if they all wanted to exact a pound of flesh from the Dursleys for their behavior to their lord. Other threats were obvious to her as well and Hermione let that draw to the background as she considered his question for her.

“Hey Harry, love it is good to talk to you again as well. Yeah as for what we have been up to, Dora and I have been catching up, but while we do like to learn there is more to life than books,” Hermione said while her arm was wrapped around the slowly nuzzling in her sleepy daze Dora even as her thigh was warmed by her lover slowly grinding against her. “Besides, we are going to the beach for certain now and want to look great doing so and that takes preparation and while we can do some of the preparations for ourselves it is easier if we went somewhere. The problem is that spas are expensive and getting an appointment at a nicer one although some of the grooming and such could be done at other places. Alice and Anne could use a trip to one and mum could do with some pampering as well.”

After her long admission, Hermione listened to the reply that Harry had while wondering about what was going on that he sounded so amused to be watching and from the sounds she did wish that he should have had the time to visit Gringott’s or Sirius to have the mirrors available so she could see him and what he wanted to watch that caused his voice to be so thrilling. Her hearing was not as advanced as Harry’s already was, but it sounded as if Harry had been toping Narcissa Malfoy as well as Bella and that hot maid she wanted to pin down and see whose tongue would tire sooner.

The barely whispered sounds that were muffled were making Hermione wonder what those three were doing and it did cause her to suspect that they were engaged in a daisy chain, but while those were delightfully wicked to be enjoying there was the fact that while her own one with Dora and Su had been even better as Harry had eventually been too unwilling to just watch and thus he had been out of necessity plunging into each of their squirming asses in turn. It had been a very hot time and their cries had been muffled by their head being trapped between one another’s thighs. Knowing that both of the Ladies Black Harry had been fucking were at least her mother’s age meant that her own contemplations allowed her mind to fulfill the twisted desires that she knew both had, and if only she had the coherency to have asked in that blurry with lust moment if her parents were an open couple than she could have rubbed against them as her master dominated her mother and satisfied that craving she had drenched her fingers watching her father come close to accomplishing. The sounds weren’t helping and her hand really wanted to play with Dora again, and her own memories and fantasies were making it difficult to think.

“Right so the Lotus Blossom Spa,” Hermione said as she let her hand around Dora begin to stop twitching as she allowed her hand to caress her like she wanted. “Thanks Harry and is there anyone to ask to see?”

Hermione listened to Harry as he told her some interesting things about the spa and she wondered about how her mother would take to it being a full service spa. He was definitely distracted and from the sounds in the background enjoying a wonderful show. Her hand was busy with caressing Dora along her thigh and ass, and Hermione could feel the heat and wetness her attentions were stirring up. He did bring up a good point about things and let her know whom to ask for when either making the appointment or arriving for the day of pampering and beautifying. Kat did sound like there was some more to it from the way he said her name and Hermione wondered how many lovelies had helped Harry to further hone his natural talent and improve on their mutually gained experience.

His answer and voice had stilled for a moment and she suspected that he was listening to the less muffled sounds of from the voice Cissa being driven to orgasm from one or more women working her over like an instrument for his enjoyment and her own audio-voyeuristic pleasure. The mirrors were something to definitely acquire as they were more useful for communications that either other magical or mundane methods. The mirrors were better than cell phones that were currently quite bulky even if she knew that some companies would be doing their best to make the new electronics more attractive and useful. Hermione had little doubt that Harry had already increased his own investments in the current companies since they were already quite profitable as well as her insistence on not abandoning technology after she had thought it through. She had kicked herself when she had seen her friend and happily now her master at the station, but since his art had not appeared in any of her books she had wondered about it as even the potions had some differences. McGonagall’s briefing about the Statutes of Secrecy had confused her as Harry had ordinary girls and his own brewing going at that point in time.

Her contemplation on the state of things and how her life had become destroyed and rebuilt was cut short by Harry resuming talking to her even as she heard the louder wails as a woman was definitely being kept in the throes of multiple orgasmic ecstasy. If it was Narcissa as she suspected, Harry had one over on the nuisance as Draco had obviously not inherited any of her intelligence or mannerisms as Lucius seemed to be whom all of his thoughts, actions and habits were modeled after. He just had to plant more arousing images in her mind as she could hear his own husky voice make her body start to press into Dora’s now draped leg resting between her parted thighs. All of his points were important even as he put the most sexually enticing spin on things.

Harry just had to plant more sexually provocative images of her mother in her mind especially after her time with Dora had unwound some of the itch her own treatments had not removed after both the station and seeing how sexually fulfilling her parents sex life was first hand. She had a full body flush as Harry expounded on how attractive he found her, June and Alice while ensuring her early trauma in her self-esteem was soothed. She did agree with him that Dora was a gorgeous girl and she did want to show off the girl on the beach as well as revel in being close to Harry and the others while the masses there knew they were beyond their reach.

His answer on why he had held back even as both Granger women had been almost delirious to have Harry stretch June’s sopping wet sex while he hugged her made sense as her desire to have her master make her mother submit and embrace his dominating her was only help off by the tiniest voice in her mind about her respect for her father. Vincent was a wonderful man and a loving father as well as from her own observations more than willing to ensure her mother was as sexually and otherwise happy and content as possible, but she had seen the subtle difference and realized that both of her parents were a mix of needing to dominate and be dominated. Her mother had played mistress as much as eager submissive for her father, but Harry was as extreme an example of being a dominant as Su seemed to be a submissive. He got her all heated and feeling her sex leave moisture as she slowly rocked against Dora’s slowly moving leg as the girl also rocked against her with Hermione happily automatically playing with her ass cheeks even if her hand had not started rhythmically spanking as the thought past through her mind.

“So you want to know what I think about what happened at the station, sir,” Hermione said as she felt the hot flesh of Dora’s smooth leg pressing into her parted lips as the girl had a hand squeezing her perky breast while her own was doing the same to the wiggling girl’s ass. “I have to admit that I have been contemplating how I feel about it, and I have to say that if it was not for daddy that I would have likely found a way to get you out of your tight pants and rubbing mum’s sopping wet lips and instead seeing how deep you could sink into her. It was a very confusing time and you were very distracting with how potent your musk was along with how your very movements seemed to send singles straight to my heated honey pot. If I had been thinking straight and been able to help by asking mum if they have what from further enlightened observations indicated a relatively open relationship then things would have been different. Still I think the rest of the girls plan to keep you occupied so that there won’t be an accident where you end up slipping inside mum until we are sure how mum will take our relationships. By the not so subtle looks, mum suspects that Dora is more than just a friend sleeping over and if her own flirting with my real and honorary aunts is an indication as well then mum isn’t panicking about things with Alice and or Anne either. Daddy is who I am unsure would be ready to accept his precious princess is busy having her body ravished by a boy even with how much he seems to like you. I think that mum will suspect that we are as far as we were before Yule, but after that we were far more than simply precocious.”

Hermione stopped talking to hear what her master’s response would be as well as enjoying Dora writhing against her while she arched into the rubbing leg while letting her hand now shift from squeezing Dora’s round and supple ass to spanking her which caused her to moan so close to her ear. It took some effort to concentrate on what her lord was telling her while Dora was busy half sleepily grinding against her and fondling her panting mounds while now nibbling her neck even as her other was being bumped by one of Dora’s barely inhalable breasts. It had been fun playing while Alice had been busy trying to stay still while Harry was buried balls deep in her during their last phone conversation, but she really wished she had found a way to get those mirrors sooner than later as having one mounted above her bed would have allowed her to watch what Dora was doing to her or allow her master to see even if she suspected his entertainment was moving from the sudden barely stifled gasp while he was talking. Hermione wondered which of her fellow lover and eager sex slaves to the master was taking his impressive endowment inside her and where she was doing so.

It was very difficult to concentrate through the ministration and the background stimulation hearing her master try not to pant and the lack of squishing meant that either the woman enjoying him was still while working on muscle control, or more likely suckling him as she herself had already many happy memories of doing. Hermione was fairly certain that her master was not going to expand the permanent membership of his immediate consorts and lovers, but there were still plenty of women that Hermione would enjoy seeing him with and wouldn’t mind playing with as well. Penny would keep Dora busy and Alice and Anne were often tied together to keep out of her own Harry time. Su was too bred a servant to cause too much problems in the Dynamic and even Susan had Hannah to keep her busy. Still Alice and Anne were a bit more mischievous and impetuous than she had turned out and there was a chance that one of their most likely housemates would attract their attention for good or ill. Either way there was more chance that she could enjoy being his right hand while beating Alice to be his left. There were others too consider, but Hermione hadn’t failed to see that her master was ensuring that if he wanted one on one time and not just the sexual group sessions that they could have someone suitable to pair off and play with when they needed.

At first she supposed Dora was her own choice for a playmate and then Penny had brought a complication to things, but that would be settled one way or the other by the first few days or week at most in returning to Hogwarts. Having the forerunner for the following years Head Girl and the incoming sixth year prefect as well as grooming Dora to become prefect in her fifth year was useful even if Hermione had felt an irritation in the situation as Penny had hogged their mutual Harry as well as Dora’s time. She hoped the coming year would be easier as well, but continuing to amass influence and power without the meddling and scheming headmaster finding out would be difficult, but not impossible with the assets her master already acquired. It was somewhat shocking that Harry had come so close to making the Head of the DMLE beg to be used by him, but that was just her master’s natural dominance and sexual charisma showing through.

As Hermione struggled between the dual sensations of euphoria and focusing on listening to her master’s words, she realized that the truly shocking thing was that Hermione had found that there was nothing that Harry had done that was not exempted through legal loopholes even if some had not been utilized in centuries. His culling of the muggle criminal and monsters were actually legal as he was mostly able to claim to have been protecting his property and overseeing his domain. The legal loopholes in that he hadn’t technically been muggle baiting or hunting were concerning the rights of self-defense and the defense of property and landholder rights that were rather manorial in historic consideration. As long as her master didn’t break into their owned homes there was far more flexibility in neutralizing any ministerial investigations.

The people hadn’t cared about the muggles that Sirius had supposedly blown up, but they had been more aggravated by the fictitious demise of Peter and the betrayal by the scion of a dark family to a practically oath sworn brother. Muggle protection was not currently that much of a focus and from the Daily Prophet, Hermione knew the newest one was being sponsored by the less influential Arthur Weasley and that while it was somewhat enlightened in comparison to the other archaic laws there was plenty of opposition. Even during Voldemort’s reign of terror there had been talk of restoring muggle hunting to full legal permissions, and the less she had found about the lower class rights she would have had outside of Hogwarts the better. Hermione had no problem in Harry using these biased laws and system to his advantage. It was somewhat infuriating that while she could not tell her non immediate family that her master had more permissions to tell all of his employees as they were mostly living with him enough if not outright legally his vassal property.

Those thoughts were driven out form the pleasure that Dora’s attention and her maser’s words were stirring up in her body. She had a slight exhibitionist streak and Hermione reveled in Harry making her climax or at least watching her succumb to the passionate sensations. She realized that her parents were similar minded to her and thus neither would be willing to initiate things with her, but it was a certainty that her mum was torn with how her body had succumbed to Harry even if he was but a few years older that she would have no self-recrimination at how things had already gone unless she was totally wrong about her parents sexual lives.

“True enough that mum can pass for my university aged sister, and I have seen their faces when they read about certain predators in the news,” Hermione said when Harry had stopped talking even if she could hear his straining not to pant from whichever of his bedmates was getting him as worked up as she was. “Still I know that you really got her worked up and while most women would feel jealous, none of us are jealous of your other lovers and you seem to know how to get us to cooperate instead of how jealous and bickering we should be in our competitive natures. Regardless, I think after thinking on it more since then and our last discussion that I do hope that the indications are right since I know mum is practically a switch like me and even as good at being dominating to her in bed that daddy is that mum needs that special thrill of being controlled, made to submit, and dominated and used in bed. So master mine, who is it that you are playing with right now as I really need to know before Dora drives me to distraction! That’s it Dora… Suck my tit and pinch my other one like a good little sexy slut slave! Don’t you dare stop moving against my sobbing cunt or your own, pet, or I will really tan this ass of yours!”

Hermione enjoyed Dora swallowing her tit into her mouth while she had her other hand roughly squeezing, pulling and otherwise stimulating the other as she rocked into Hermione’s leg as her own rubbed the open arched and spread sex of her lover. Her own lust rushed through her body as her eyes rolled back and she listened while every sound snapped into clarity and she heard the impossible that there was a way that Dora could improve in her oral talents when she could already move a girl from uninterested to gushing into her mouth within a few minutes at most. As the orgasm hit, Hermione floated with the image of Harry fucking the sexy blond and Draco dropping dead in shock after he had her lap at the joined lovers since he had passed out from just seeing the ecstasy Cissa felt while Harry drove her to orgasm until she whimpered needing her spent body to rest.

“Yes!” Hermione managed to say as she held Dora’s screaming mouth against her chest while her hand made a rapid beat in spanking Dora’s reddened ass. “Oh Master! Your slaves are coming hard now!”

Hermione collapsed even as Dora managed to roll on top of her when her legs went limp. The two flushed girls lay there pressed together while Dora continued to nurse at Hermione. She was spent, but she could hear the sounds of movement as Cissa obviously felt falling asleep nursing his cock was not what she wanted and one last romp before her overworked body turned limp and utterly sated and spent while her lover was using her and her fellow lovers like blankets around him.

“Oh, master that was wonderful,” Hermione said as she felt Dora on top of her once more and sleep humping their soaked slits together in very slow whimpering motions. “I will see about getting an appointment at your spa and asking about Kat while you have fun with the poor neglected woman. Maybe you should spend a whole day ensuring she is utterly exhausted and drive those horrible lonely memories from her. She may have had the misfortune to have had that addled twit pass out of her, but no one should suffer such a cold marriage.”

Hermione shuddered from the emotions his voice sent through her body even as Dora was moving slowly against her keeping her pleasantly tingling even if far from the approach again to release. The master was always able to get her engine revved and her ready to ride with the slightest of attention, and hearing him have a time tuner and that the poor neglected beauty was going to be fucked beyond satisfaction and likely have her body revived with her oil which was a useful lubricant and restorer meant that Narcissa would be further broken to Lord Black as Harry did tend to ensure that his lovers had reached the point of begging for him to fuck them and submit to his authority.

Hearing Cissa riding him as Dora was practically riding her again was going to push her past just pleasantly warm again, but Hermione did regret that she hadn’t thought to use any of the linkable toys as being tied to Dora like they had done to Hannah and Susan seemed like a wonderful idea even if it would make her mum seeing their activities easier. Sleeping together under the covers wouldn’t be that unlikely even if they had ended up with their panties off and no night clothes. It was a slow climb with Dora barely moving against her, but it did allow Hermione to think on things as well as listen clearly to Harry as Cissa rode him like a mad woman in desperate need for release.

“I really wish we could have seen that and enjoyed you watching us as well master, but I guess that is another reason to get the mirror project done sooner than later,” Hermione said with a yawn as she wished the phone was cordless so she didn’t have to return it to the cradle now that Dora had settled after their heated pussies had ground together until their juices mixed and mingled. “In the morning I will call and get an appointment and I will ask for Kat while you have to drop the thoroughly ravished woman there off at her empty and lonely home after another whole day of satisfying her to submission as is proper. Now sleep tight, my lord as we are tired as well.”

Hermione set the phone down with a click after she heard her master’s response and pulled the covers over the both of them even if it took some effort to move Dora to stop suckling her other now swollen tit. Dora was bigger than her even as the weight was comfortable and the curves were relaxing as well now. They had some fun and all, but besides the spa there were other tasks to perform and after the spa when they were all cleaned up then Dora could do with some clothes that were nowhere as concealing and unflattering even if some more would be acquired in France as the proper bikini would show off their hopefully soon tanned skin.

They had played around with some toys and each other as Dora had really needed the unwinding since she had so little opportunity to get release with her mother around. The poor girl had needed to trick her daddy to spank her until Dora almost or did come for her itch to be scratched. Hermione almost suspected that if Dora had to wait much longer this summer or worse in the following that her needs would facilitate the spanking to orgasm eventually ending with her daddy having his cock rubbed through his pants at best and Dora going as far as to suck or fuck him because her own hunger had grown to delirium. Hermione hoped that would not occur, but it was a possibility that she herself had almost been tempted with if the toys had not taken the edge off enough.

Hermione knew in her heart of hearts that her mum wanted Harry to fuck her and be the dominant she needed. If she had the necessity to satisfy the wonderful man and lover that was her father to ensure it than she would do so even if some of the combinations were very enticing. She had inhaled her mum’s sweet aroma and she wanted to taste it as much as she did Dora, Alice or any of the other girls she had already smacked her lips in appreciation after guzzling their flowing juices like a thirsty man in the desert. Hermione knew that the number of males Harry wouldn’t be tempted to neuter for just looking at them wrong let alone not wish to maim for doing more than hugging them was small. As fun as Dora or another girl with a toy in her while Harry reamed them was, Hermione did wonder at the sensations two real cocks inside her would feel like and teasing her mum while Harry proved that he could out lap a professional lesbian with his tongue. She had wondered if she could ever reflect on breast feeding without growing wet as having seen her mum’s tits bobbing and being sucked let alone when Harry had his head rubbing them there was the fact that Hermione saw them as explicitly enjoyable sexual objects.

They both surrendered to the necessity of sleep before June saw them and smiled as she turned the nightlight on and let them sleep in peace. Her nose had twitched at the aroma since the girls had been too tired to air the room out, and June was sure now that Hermione was as naturally experimenting in boarding school as she had in her youth with May and some others. That fact did not discourage her in her own insistence that Harry would be her girl’s hopefully first and only boyfriend as even if it meant less varied experience why should her daughter need to suffer through incompetents when her perfect match and the one that would sate her inherited needs was there in front of her.

Of course, she would try out her future son in law before the wedding even if he would be barely legal at the time as she had already wasted some of her time jilling off while reflecting on how close he had come to her begging him to take her and Hermione seeing her mother being a wanton slut mewling for his cock was immaterial. If Hermione was as precocious as she had been then June had no doubt that since her daughter was at least experimenting with Dora that she hadn’t at least played doctor with the mature and well-endowed Harry if not fondling to hand jobs or even exploring like a baby and sucking both of them off. For all she knew, Alice had done so with more than Anne and given the competition for Harry’s attention then Alice and Hermione were competing for at the least who would be the one dating Harry and otherwise exploring their teenage development with him.

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While Hermione had been busy catching up with Harry about how things were going, Albus Dumbledore was trying to figure out where his plan had gotten derailed as thoroughly as it had been even if the boy didn’t seem to be mirroring Tom exactly. It had seemed like the perfect plan and using muggles that were very unlikely to allow the boy any contact with magic and thus suggestible to his interpretation as he painted it for the supposed to be naïve boy to see. Without the influence that shaped young purebloods and the slightly less informed half-bloods, Harry Potter would be the perfect one to reshape the stagnant side he had been unable to bring to his line of thinking.

With Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape as foils to the evil of Slytherin House as well as Hagrid being the one to give his first biased and tailored introduction, Harry would easily be befriended by Ronald Weasley and that family was easy enough to manipulate. He would have to get someone just intelligent enough to not be suspected of being able to drop information to provide just enough intelligence to accomplish his training tasks. Acquiring the Stone from his former mentor for the year, he had hoped to learn how to duplicate it since his apprenticeship had ended sourly before he could extract the secret from them, and it was also a useful lure to see if he could finally herd Tom’s spirit out of where it was hiding. If he had been willing to risk certain perceptions, Albus was aware he could have tracked and contained the spirit down, but none of his pawns let alone useful tools was at risk and Tom’s spirit had only destroyed the odd animals including muggles.

It was humorous to his real self that anyone called him a muggle lover given his past, but the wizards were almost easier to trick than the muggles were with their pathetic stories the Oblivators used. There was practically no danger and even the muggles were fooled by some wizard’s practical jokes. If they could not get to the moon with magic, how could the meager muggles do so? Most of their trinkets were like seeing apes trying to duplicate what magic users had for centuries if not longer. Oh, the untrained were at risk in the past, but the families had their kids trained enough to capture some muggles if they bothered them. Why most of their culling from plagues were either from the odd magical creature, with the Black Death most likely from that delayed winter allowing a Nundu pair to roam further north than normal, or from the more practical wizards snatching up some cheap labor since actually acquiring some slaves had cost money to do it.

Unfortunately it seemed that his plans had been just a little bit too complicated and the situation had gone to hell and back once the first step had failed with Harry not being picked up by Hagrid. Still he had planned that the Dursleys hatred of magic would require numerous letters and then he could dispatch Hagrid to terrify them and further isolate the boy with his half giant minion loose lipped enough that he could drop important hints for the man to accidentally reveal just as he planned. As it was, Harry had both missed Hagrid and the stone being picked up planting a seed to investigate and thus allow him to test the boy with a mutual annihilation for the easily manipulated shade of Tom to further carry on the curse through Quirrell. None of the staff seemed to realize that Quentin had been the muggle studies teacher let alone how shabby his defense grades and experience was. Tom’s little curse did allow Albus to ensure that each year the wizards and witches would become more helpless sheep than before. Even the legislation that Cornelius and his toad like assistant proposed furthered his own plans by driving the creatures and other lesser beings to the fringe where they would either be tom’s or his own pawns and he could dispose of them once they had lost like the werewolves had been reduced or made easier for him to manipulate.

Harry being a Ravenclaw did mean he would think too much to be the pawn he had planned to be easy enough to do the tasks that he wished while thinking it was his own idea to do so. To make matters worse there was no one he had planned and placed there to distract the boy or give him a push when necessary, and there was it seemed him having a childhood friend who was here along with those complications. He could still hope that Molly’s youngest was still beset enough to convince the hat to place her in the house so he could get a better grasp on the boy.

His plan to test the boy had led to his mentor showing up and embarrassing him in front of the whole school which meant he couldn’t just modify all of their memories even the Aurors could have been dealt with if not for the need to get all of them at once. Madame Bones looked pissed that her precious niece was at risk, but his old mentor and whom he had to call Master Nicolas had been his usual charming self with her even if it was wearing his influence to slow things down as much as he had done.

“Damn those useless muggles,” Dumbledore growled before popping some of the potion laced lemon drops into his mouth as it wouldn’t do for one of his less tamed minions to see him guzzling alcohol like Fletcher and stalking eerily similar to Tom when he was having his own hissy fit. “The wards should have ensured things and now they seem to be getting power from somewhere such that I cannot send anyone to investigate. That useless Squib Figg has been an utter failure and perhaps it is time that she goes to her well-deserved and earned rest. She should have mentioned some of these deviations, but with them being more content to let the boy run wild around the neighborhood than go to the effort even for a free babysitter who knows what my well planned tool has become influenced with since that time.”

Oh, Dumbledore was really irritated by that failure and finding a useful way to remove the now useless squib was something he did put some of his enormous intellect to figuring out. Unfortunately, while she was both below the attention of the ministry or the muggles there was the fact that Dumbledore always wished to maximize the use of his tools even when he was discarding them as he had gained much from the losses his minions occurred in the war. The Prewitt Brothers had allowed him to gain control of the Weasley family utterly and Molly would provide him with her children to further his cause even those that rebelled against her smothering went out to gain useful skills and connections he could use.

“Severus should have been able to cow and intimidate any child and he has served well even better that Slughorn in lowering the number of dangerous brewers and masters making those few out there controllable and profitable to me,” Albus mussed as he had expected the hatred he had fanned to allow the petty fool of a tool to tear any confidence the boy had allowing his minor attentions to greatly influence his pawn. “Unfortunately, it seems young Harry has gained the talents of his parents and has an instinctive understanding going beyond just his Ravenclaw hunger for knowledge. Even attempting to groom young Neville as a belated back up has two issues one is that Potter brat has extended his friendship and Matriarch Longbottom is still an impressive mover that delights in extracting her pound of flesh for my perceived failures with her son and daughter in law. Old Griselda Marchbanks is the only other woman to still be resistant to my plans and her amassed influence and her knowing me as a child including her overseeing my NEWT exams allows her to pull the grandmother act better than my kindly grandfather one as she did have children. To make matters even more irritating Nicolas removed the stone before I could properly examine it as the damn things resisted my probes!”

Trying not to bang his head in frustration while Dumbledore was sitting in his office downing his laced lemon drops, Fawkes looked at him as usual with misery at the situation that the Phoenix was stuck with and to make matters even worse for the legendary bird it had felt the only kind of bird capable of killing even the resurrecting powers of its fire in the castle this year. There had been other reminiscent scents in the air that had the bird twitching in uncertainty. He had been lucky that his human was so preoccupied with his games and thus unnoticing the bird remaining either in the safety of the office or as far away from the predatory scent it had detected. The basilisk was also awake and moving about and even if there wasn’t the dangers of almost half a century ago as he hadn’t detected the presence at first and it never went down there before it had been driven out.

He missed the many slave girls feeding him when he had been at the Flamel Home, but the idiot he had to deal with made things even less unpleasant than necessary. Food was nice and the comforting petting and scratching especially the spots where he couldn’t get his beak or talons to scratch just right; however, having a human caretaker was becoming too much of a nuisance and he missed Perenelle and her delightful caresses especially after she had enjoyed a good mating or her bathing. This was almost too much for him to take. Unfortunately, it seemed the moron was still plotting to use the boy she had been talking about, and while it seems the younger ghosts were oblivious to the entity wandering the halls this was one bird that didn’t want to get on the wrong end of the monster’s ire.

He had picked up enough of his scent when flying to know that despite appearing like one of the two legged furless and tailless apes who were so opinionated and believed they ran the world that he was a predator of some dangerousness even to him. He knew the boy and one of his mates hunted in the forest and made damn sure not to go there when they were doing so. Sure culling the Acromantulas was very helpful, but even with the unicorn singing his praises there was no way in magic this bird was getting anywhere near a predator that seemed to make any of the dragons seem tame. It reminded him of them with a bit of those cats who slaughtered a few villages for enough meat to feed their cubs while he didn’t know if the bird scent was just from that other nightmare flying about the castle and zooming in and out of shadows or was part of the mind numbingly instinct demanding he fly far away boy as possible.

No despite looking too much like his servant as the cats well understood, that boy Harry Potter was not one by a long shot. Oh, there was the female ape that could look like a housecat and act like one, but whatever the predator here was it smelled of reptile, cat, and bird at the very least and not just from the usual caring for them as it was coming from his body. In all of his long life he hadn’t scented something similar although a thankfully long gone dragon breed came to mind. They had bird wings and were black in color and smelled as if one had crossed those birds with a hatchling dragon, and their breath had burned like hell to the point that one of his fellow phoenixes has not rose from her ashes.

He had flashed away as fast and far as he could as had the others of that time. Their humans at the time had been properly deferent and they had been happy until they had bothered that dragon thing and all been burned to ash despite the potion that they had imbibed to care for them near their hot home. If it had another attack besides its flaws and fangs, he hadn’t been around to see it. There had been a sickly green glow growing in its mouth after that and if those black fires hadn’t rendered her to ash than he might have thought of investigating, but his and their survival depended on it.

There had been so many of their young that had not escaped, and since then Fawkes had two fears despite the wizards still worshipping them as light made flesh and that was that creature and those flames. One of those creatures had rendered their paradise to ash and from the one that had ventured back nothing there grew and other beings that came close died. They had lost everything to it, and to this day Fawkes didn’t want to meet one again or worse antagonize anything like it. As a phoenix he was out of necessity around light wizards and those more easily tamed to lavish the proper respect and servitude. While he liked his wings and talons, as a bird he missed the uses the human’s had put to their hands. That beast's claws were able to act far too much like one of their hands than a simple slashing paw. Regardless, as his human further became useless to him, Fawkes wondered where the boy was and what he was doing if just to know that something soothed that predator so he didn’t end up as plucked bird.

He had not been in the castle since its beginning since he had spent most of the previous centuries in the more temperate climate near the sea where humans had named things after them although safely far from those cats to the south that wizard’s called Nundu. While their healing powers were great in their tears and more so in their blood healing them of everything they had encountered or otherwise underwent an earlier burning cycle there was still the question of what all the diseases could do to tax their system. If Albus proved to be too troublesome, he could escape eventually to the Flamels as it was not as if the idiot would live forever or something.

He just hoped that man would never ask him to flash to that boy even if from what little his observations had showed that the beast practicing mating and other such things made him less likely to add phoenix to his menu. There had been enough dangerous beasts in the forest those two hunted down, but at least there were only two of them and so much of the castle that he could keep between them. He didn’t want to think if more showed up although the spider girl was an interesting scent to acquire. He would have investigated her to soothe his curiosity, but his scent had been on her and that was not a danger he wished even if Albus seemed intent to antagonize him. Didn’t he know the school motto after being here for so long? Never tickle a sleeping dragon was just common sense even if he had seen one do that the last time the other schools had been here. It had been hilarious to see as the human woke the dragon and in a foul mood had gobbled the idiot right up before slaughtering the other participants.

If he recalled right, the last one to die won the trophy and cemented that humans were far safer following wiser minds than their own. They complicated life too much and made far too much trouble in the simple acts of feeding, mating, and living to be considered intelligent in his opinion. Now if they would just show some sense even if he understood their species were constantly able to mate even when their females were not ready. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed his last mating flight, but there were enough humans willing to trap one for them to be out in number let alone the devastation from so long ago.

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Bella sighed as she snuggled next to Cissa as she let her hand roam against her slightly dazed form. It would be morning soon and she had visited as often as she could for helping her beloved sister have some semblance of life regardless of her idiotic husband and dimwitted son. She had been tempted to just crucio the twit a few times while she had been out of sight, but if the brat knew what was going to happen today he would throw such a fit about it. Cissa had finally succumbed to the temptation that she had been whispering to her lover as she routinely helped since the day she had visited their master in once more having frequent release of her tension. Bella had found Cissa as amorous and responsive as when they were in school, and her sister had been more than willing to cuddle, make love and have kinky hard fucking as the mood took them.

It was impressive that Cissa had lasted as long as she had especially when Bella realized that Harry was not just addictive in how arousing he was physically and mentally but her visiting stuffed full of his still warm cum which her sister lapped out of her flushed and aroused sex had pushed her to succumb eventually. Lasting a week since the meeting with plenty of hot sex between them had made Bella realize that Cissa had grown more determined as she survived the idiocy surrounding her. It had been amusing dodging Draco since Lucius was busy plotting to do something impressive enough not to get removed like her idiot husband and his brother had been.

If he knew what she was helping Cissa to soon do to engage in wild uninhibited sexual relations with Lord Black, Draco Malfoy would need his memory altered or Bella have a few minutes to explain the situation with liberal and outright prohibited torture curses to make him understand the situation and the way things would be. Well that was if they told him who Lord Black was and Cissa was a good mother and would try to protect her son as much as possible. She knew her sister hoped that it would be several years and likely when Cissa had a suitable wife to keep him in line picked out for him. Bella doubted that the addled ponce would last that long before Harry had to ensure his obedience, and hoped it would be humiliating as she wondered if Lucius had used a potion to negate the aspects that Draco should have inherited from Cissa.

“That would make sense,” Bella mussed as she felt the half coherent Cissa part her legs after a few moments of caressing her thighs. “Father should have prevented the marriages that mother was set on us having. If Andy had not run away then Lord Arcturus would have easily been swayed by her amorous request, and we would have never had to deal with those three idiots. Unfortunately, Andy saw a way out and her husband to be must have been entertaining enough to keep her happy even if she seems insistent on repressing our sweet and sexy niece. I suppose we can’t blame her even if we were too loyal and stupid to seek an audience with our lord to forbid the unions.”

Bella smirked as Cissa didn’t respond verbally and took advantage of her sister’s responses to give her a quick morning release before getting her into the shower and thoroughly cleaned for the fun ahead of them. While Cissa dried off she laid out some very arousing clothes and it fit the theme even if she didn’t have any black lace bows to tie to her present to their master. Seeing how delicious Cissa looked, Bella was lucky she didn’t jump her and pull her to the floor before eat her there and then. Still she would get to do that as well as have the master around to enjoy.

Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Bella steered the still dazed Cissa to the floo and took it to their lord. With a slight shake the dust fluttered off and with a quick once over they would be presentable for delivery. Bella had put some time into seducing Cissa back to the fold even if she loved and lusted after her sister enough to do so anyways. The other servants gave both an appreciative and arousing gaze as they made their way to his audience chamber. Naomi was not there to meet them, but Bella suspected that given her looks and sexual talents that she was occupied often by someone when she had the time and desire to be so occupied.

“My lord,” Bella said while leading the practically gift wrapped and looking hot as hell in her black silk and lace little black dress Narcissa, “I have brought darling Cissa here for she has come to her decision. I must admit it was enjoyable getting her prepared for this, and I wish to request to be more than just an observer as I had hoped our first mutual meeting would have gone further.”

Harry was seated in his throne and enjoying he pleasant experience that Naomi was providing sitting in his lap. He had to appreciate the attention to detail that Bella had done in getting Cissa prepared for this as he was really tempted to just pull her to him slide her dress up and spend a while just nuzzling and lapping between those gorgeous thighs while her long sensual legs rubbed against him. Hell, he doubted Naomi would mind lapping her ass before or after and Bella sure hadn’t minded having two tongues driving her to fits of delirious sensations.

“It is good to see you again, Cissa, I had wondered when next we could speak,” Harry said with a smile as he ran his hands over the nuzzling and mewling girl in his lap’s body. “I hope that Bella has been able to help you cope with the hardships at home. I know that I find her to be a very willing and helpful woman, but you know that already, sweet lady.”

“Indeed I do my lord, and Bella has been most helpful for assisting me,” Cissa said as the arousing scents assailed her nose and her licking lips could taste the lust that seemed to saturate the room centered on their common master as one of his gorgeous servant girls moaned and panted from his attention like a good pet. “I will admit that I am most grateful for allowing us to be reacquainted and that I am sorry that I needed time to think the situation through. Bella informed me that if I did not schedule a meeting soon then I would have to wait for you to return from business abroad, and as things stand I would be rather distressed to wait that long to make things… as they should be.”

Her stressed emphasis and ogling of his current actions made Harry’s smile turn positively naughty and his eyes swept over Cissa in lust enhancing ways. This was going to be very satisfying and it didn’t matter that Cissa was Draco’s mother or Lucius’s neglected, unloved, or wanted wife right now. Narcissa Malfoy was a Black and her practical business merger of a marriage to Lucius would never change that and despite the foolishness the recent generations had in regards to the family Harry had his own meaning of the family motto. Always Pure did not necessarily refer to the bloodline, but how they ran the family and this was perhaps more always pure fun and always pure obligations. Harry was still possessive as all and these women were his to protect, to care for, to lead, and to have served him and the family to their mutual benefit.

“That is always good to know Cissa,” Harry said without his words betraying that Naomi was massaging him with her muscles even as she didn’t appear to move in his lap. “I am not one that would force family to disastrous confusion without allowing proper time to contemplate the ramifications of a choice. Welcome home, Cissa, and it is good to have you with us once more as a Beloved Daughter of the House.”

Cissa flushed at that and her eyes looked at his lips as she once more licked her lips and tried to convey her desire to have Lord Black accept properly her return home. Lucius was about as passionate in their few moments as a dead fish and he only was even responsive when playing with his toys. She suspected that he had spent the few long minutes between the ceremony and their wedding night playing and most likely torturing and violating some muggles as he could only fulfill his attempts at husbandly duties to get her with child after having been at one of the revels. The potion should have gotten her pregnant that first night, but even magic had issues planting fertile ground with such weak and sickly seeds. Narcissa had wanted at least two if not a spare to show that their family’s recent tragedies had not ruined House Black.

Seeing her desire dancing in Cissa’s lust filled eyes as well as her arousal displayed across her arousing attired voluptuous and sexy form, Harry beckoned the blond near Veela gorgeous and smoking hot woman to approach while Naomi moaned into his chest as she ground down into his lap. The aroused and ready woman smiled as he looked at her and the lust she felt radiate from his gaze was making her want to be where Naomi was as she knew the girl was wriggling with that cock she couldn’t get out of her mind ever since she had seen it let alone when she had tasted it and started to fantasize about what soon would happen. Harry cupped her face and pulled her lips into what started as a tender and then passionate plunder of her mouth while his hands roamed her body. She wondered if he would have her slip her dress off, but the girl started to stroke her thighs while his hand had slipped her stiff, flush and aroused tits out while leaving them framed by her low cut dress.

Still all of that paled at how much emotion, passion, and pure desire poured into her mouth from his kiss as Cissa felt a man show her more than the cold disinterest of her husband. She felt dainty feminine hands on her thighs while masculine ones explored her breasts and tested what made her more aroused in his motions. Hearing the hot maid seated in his lap moaning into his chest like a wanton slut while obviously being impaled to her pleasure on his cock was also doing a very good job in reigniting the flames of passion from Bella’s earlier intentions to a true inferno of lust that would be sated with some truly exhausting sexual debauchery, and Cissa didn’t want it any other way after going with only the occasional gentle feminine lovers having very quick meetings.

“Here I was thinking I was the passionate one,” Bella said as she watched Cissa moan into the kiss with their attention seeking hands driving her wild. “May I have a kiss as well, Cissa, sir? I was a good girl and brought Cissa here to have some fun, so please can I?”

Cissa tried to answer, but Harry was too busy exploring her eager mouth to allow her to break the kiss just yet. He let her lips free only to start suckling one of her tits and soon Naomi’s moaning mouth was latched onto the other one. Bella watched as Cissa blinked before she shuddered and it became obvious that Naomi had slid her hands between her things and was teasing her for the moment.

“You can kiss me, lover,” Cissa said before hissing in pleasure. “Oh, mama likes feeling some attention there, but I wanted to feel master’s cock stretching me there.”

Narcissa’s complaint was silenced by Bella kissing her as her body was caressed and her breasts lavished with attention. Bella wasn’t going to complain since she felt her sister’s hands slide under her own dress and quickly find her wet sex waiting for her attention. The two sisters moaned into each other’s mouths as they found nimble fingers eagerly playing with their soaked slits. They didn’t just have a tentative or two fingers stroking into their eager with anticipation holes, but a firm gripping set of fingers making come hither motions while their clits were tickled by slippery thumbs.

Cissa made a disappointed noise when the slender fingers of Naomi departed only to gasp when she felt Harry’s fingers slide into her sex. She knew that Harry was going to make her cum and thus be sure she was flowing and ready, but considering how he was licking his lips Cissa wondered if he was going to give her a demonstration of his lingual dexterity that Bella had crowed and boasted about experiencing. His fingers were already working her honey pot like a well-practiced handler and she knew that she was going to come hard as his explorations were causing her to pant and vocalize how good it felt.

“Yes,” Cissa hissed out as his fingers started to rhythmically tap inside her and outside strumming her clit with his slippery thumb. “That’s it my lord. I am going to… cum!”

Cissa shuddered around his finger and she felt the wetness flowing freely onto his still moving hand. So far it seemed her lord and slowly accepting as being her master was going to make her feel even more pleasure than Bella had last time she was here or her numerous seductive visits. She had orgasms with women since her son, but she hadn’t really been gushing and they had been nowhere near as intense as his larger fingers had felt better than Bella’s thin yet flexible ones had inside her.

“I want to taste you some more, Cissa,” Harry said after licking her fingers like a greedy boy would lick a stirring spoon. “You tasted wonderful from the little sample both before and just now, my sweet. You wouldn’t want me to be disappointed now would you? Besides, you should know I have had no complaints ever from doing so…”

“Yes, sir,” Cissa panted as her eyes were wide and locked on to his tongue as it still lapped his fingers of her juices. “It is only fair even if you do own me. Ever since before I thought about you having pulled my pussy to your lips and eating me until you were certain I was desperate to sit down and ride that thick long cock I had been sucking like the craven school girl slut I used to be. It has been far too long since I had a real man’s tongue inside me even if there have been some wonderful ladies that were willing and eager to do so.”

“You don’t know the half of it, sister,” Bella said as she found her sisters lips again before moving down to take her own turn in making Cissa moan by sucking on her sensitively responding nipples. “Master can eat a girl better than me, and Naomi here won’t hesitate to lick your ass. You do enjoy that and it will help stir the preparations I gave you earlier. There is no way you will want to leave before you feel him inside you both ways. I do want to have our lord spray our tits when he is done and enjoy him watching us lick each other’s enviable melons clean.”

“That sounds like a marvelous idea, but Cissa I am going to eat that tasty pussy of yours while Naomi here tongues your ass,” Harry said as he watched the three respond to stating what they would be doing and not suggesting what would happen. “After that, Naomi will likely have milked my dick enough that Bella can suck us clean before you are seated. They can keep lapping at both of us while I enjoy your ride. Next I will see how good of a ride your ass is while they keep their faces between your thighs and after that we will see what strikes my interest then, but I think Bella will want her own turn and sisters should share. For the finally we will have that little entertainment that Bella mentioned because I want to see all three of your amazing and enticing breasts as coated as I can manage.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Cissa said as she was shuddering in anticipation at making up for the decade she had been forced to be meatless in her sex life. “I should have jumped your huge cock after just sucking you hard and swallowed between you spraying my neglected pussy with your hot delicious cum and you pounding my ass into the floor. I was just too shocked to accept that I had just sucked your cock without knowing who you were and the fact that you are so young and virile to spoil a neglected mum like me.”

“Mothers need loving to,” Naomi said when she let the sensually mature woman’s firm and stiff nipple free with a loud pop. “You had to have been randy as hell when your belly was growing considering how you are now. I almost hope the idiot does something that gives master a reason to geld the twit and keep you. You both are so hot that I don’t doubt men have walked into walls staring at you let alone when you are moving.”

Harry added his lips to tasting her own to cut off any protesting, and when he released their kiss Cissa didn’t resist as Harry pulled her to him to slide her body up between the two joined lovers. Cissa gasped when she felt his tongue lap at her already dripping folds even before she went wide eyed as Naomi first kissed her cheeks before exploring her available booty as Harry was occupying her sex with his tongue exploring her already slick interior. She had spent the last decade with a number of skilled or not female lovers and here was a boy no older than her son rapidly pushing her from excited to coming soon with his tongue nimbly finding her more sensitive areas. She felt she had been a fool not to have tried this before even as she realized that her will to resist last time would have crumbled and her discussion would have likely gone worse if she had returned sated and blissful from what seemed already to be a very enjoyable night.

Bella contemplated sinking to her knees and lapping at the two of them right now, but occupying her sister’s sweet lips was more interesting until later. Once Cissa was unable to think clear enough to talk from their tongues then she would do so, and when Naomi was sucking him clean she would see about a quick snack from extracting his cream from her folds. She could understand why Cissa resisted so much as she had invested more than a decade into the Malfoy family, but Lucius had been an idiot back then and if the damn contracts had not been so foolishly written than they would have removed them like the Zabini woman has as she had gotten caught up on the social news even while fulfilling her master’s assigned tasks.

Cissa at least had the pleasure of bearing what had been hoped to be an asset to the family while neither her husband nor her brother were up to siring an heir and she had almost broken free to ensure that the misogynistic poofs had at least let her vent with toys. Voldemort had seemed like a good option and his rhetoric had been appealing, but Lord Arcturus and Orion Black had been right that it had been a waste of their lives. The promises would not have been fulfilled even if he had won and she felt no remorse for those her new and true master had culled in Azkaban. The Carrows may have been interesting and potentially useful, but their own habits would have had Harry cull them anyways.

Her master’s reasons for not culling Draco or the other idiots at this time were complicated and in part his own determination to preserve the childhood he had been denied. Draco would be spared for the moment as Cissa had not had a chance to try to reeducate and deprogram him as her master said the muggle phrase was. Snape would die and she did not weep at that as the boy had wasted his potential and chances while his actions had repercussion both useful and not to all the causes. Bella felt the impotent rage that she could not show her anger at those who had hurt her lord, but Dumbledore would notice if the Dursleys were dealt with and Snape was safe enough in the castle for now.

Feeling her beloved sister’s lips parted and their tongues dueling while she felt the moans her master and his loyal maid caused her to feel vibrating into her mouth, Bella suspected that soon enough she would add to his pleasure directly. He had a plan and when the Ministry, Dumbledore, and Voldemort’s shade were no longer a concern than the two Black Sisters would have the pleasure to bring proper heirs to the house. Sure his other close ones were contemplating when they would have their own turn as regardless of the sexual satisfaction there was the fact that neither men nor women were happy if they didn’t feel they were successes at their gender. Careers brought some satisfaction and Harry had entrusted her to train his interrogators and further hone the skills of his enforcers. They had time enough for things, and even if the specific plan for Dumbledore being broken of his power, forgotten by the world, and left to a fate worse than death were not completely planned out her master was still decent at impromptu tactics to get things done.

The gorgeous and horny Black Sisters’ hands were busy with each other’s aroused tits and while Cissa had two tongues lapping deep inside her cock hungry pussy and ass Bella had some of Naomi’s skilled fingers moving inside her anxious pussy. The participants were enjoying things and Bella was going to kiss her long lost lover and sister for a while still before she stopped muffling Cissa’s moans of pleasure by capturing them with her lips and began to lap at where their master and his hot sexy maid were joined. Bella was looking forward to the entertainment and the participation her lord would ensure they experienced.

While Bella had not met her niece, Harry’s descriptions did fill her with glee that despite Andy’s running from the family that her daughter had not just returned willingly but eagerly to the family. That Dora was a full metamorphmagus and her magic was potent did leave a bitter taste that Andy had succeeded where she had been denied, but given Walburga and Druella and their affects in the family Bella could understand why Andromeda had run off with a muggle born lover. It did not explain her other behavior as Andy had been as kinky as the rest of them back in school, but some of it was likely her sister wanting to keep that cute little darling Dora far from those two meddlers and those who were like them. Protecting her daughter from the way they had been raised was good enough reasons for her behavior in Bella’s opinion.

“Oh, yes, your tongues feel so good,” Cissa gasped out when Bella let her lips free so she could sink down to lap at the other two lovers. “Right… there… oh fuck!”

Cissa stopped trying to talk as even without Bella’s lips occupying her own that the two tongues writhing inside her tapping numerous pleasure causing nerves. Still Bella trailed kisses down Cissa’s already shining back before continuing down Naomi’s flushed body even if the girl eventually slipped her fingers out of her before her arm stretched up to have Cissa muffled for a few by licking them clean between her whimpering in pleasure. It didn’t matter as Bella slid one of hers into the still eager sex while Naomi moved hers to mostly moving over much of Cissa’s and Harry’s available flesh. As it was, Bella’s kiss trail did mostly go down Naomi’s spine and she spent a few minutes kissing the round orbs before lapping at the currently not stuffed with Harry’s dick ass and then moving around the area down to Harry’s balls and back up to where Naomi’s ass cheeks started.

Bella was aware as she masturbated while her tongue, lips and hands moved over the general area near where the two were barely grinding that Harry would have some work interrupting her attempts to enjoy a purely sexual utilization of her life, but the time turner could be used for more than just cramming in work even if Harry was not that likely to try to create temporal duplicates to be a one man orgy. Still her master had made things very interesting and her sexual satisfaction left her practically humming when she should have been seriously training the young Jen in being a good interrogator and as dedicated to Harry as she was a likely future executioner. Her loyalty was impressive enough that Bella wouldn’t have cared if she was a muggle, but it was difficult to linger on these realizations when things were so damn fucking exciting.

Even kneeling between Harry’s muscular legs, Bella was near enough for her to reach her hand to cup Cissa’s head pressed ass and her sister was aware of some things the rest of the touching lovers were doing even if it felt like her head had just imploded from the stimulation she received as all the blood in her body redirected to her swollen with arousal areas. Harry and Naomi had almost just killed her with kindness as their tongues had made it hard to think for a good while at least it had felt that it had been some time. Bella had caught up in practicing on her, but those two had been better than any of the women her mostly lonely years had been occasionally eased with enjoying.

“I need more now,” Cissa panted out as even his skilled tongue was not stretching her enough and every pulse of her heart demanded she have her long denied stretching satisfaction. “Please my lord, I need you inside me fully…”

Cissa trailed off as the pair drove her to a loud shrieking release as she felt her sex gush into his mouth even as his slight stilling before swallowing made her realize along with Naomi’s tongue moving stopping suddenly that her lord had just managed to get the three of them to a near simultaneous release. Bella was between his legs lapping at them and her hand had twitched even as she heard the slick squishing as her sister struggled to her own climax.

“Thank you my lord,” Cissa said as she ran her hands through Harry’s hair as he slowed his attention to light kisses on her flushed and waiting sex before she slowly slid down his body and drew him into a kiss tasting her nectar on his lips while her thighs rested against his chest. “You are most caring and kind to us. It makes me wish things had been different, but the sadness is in the past, lover, and I look forward to many days and nights experiencing such joys again.”

While Cissa was resting against Harry, this was allowing Naomi to keep cleaning him as Bella lapped at the maid’s cream filled sex. Naomi was diligent but swift enough that Cissa would soon be getting the fucking she had so recently begged for Harry to provide. Their lord and master Harry was using the break and her restoring suckling to refocus to ensure Cissa had a proper welcome home ride. As distant as he could be at times, Harry did care for his self-made family, and he provided, protected and loved them all even if he would not be intimate with all of them although some did wish for him to do so. He already was aware that he would have to have heirs and part of him already wished to rebuild his family as much as possible. Harry planned to be as far different as Vernon as possible and his natural pleasant behavior was slowly restoring without their abusive presence in his life. The lifetimes of memories and experiences his communing with the dead also helped mature him emotionally even if reveling in his current freedoms was very pleasant.

“You are welcome, Cissa,” Harry said after letting Cissa resume her kisses even as it was more along his neck instead of occupying his lips still. “I hate to see a beautiful woman like you suffer so even if you were not family. Walburga and Druella should have been better kept so they would not have the time to have let you and your sisters to your fates. Andromeda at least lucked out and provided Dora who is and will be a good sense of pride for the family. So are you ready my Cissa?”

Naomi let him out with a slight pout and held him at a good angle before returning her tongue to Cissa’s soon enough to be ridden ass. Bella was really digging deep into her and she almost wanted her to grab a toy or gust grind into her as she made the neglected woman ready for the temporary finally. Bella would want one as well and then they could move to the bedroom. Harry did have such a wonderfully minimal recovery time and as a teenager his response time was admirable so with his stamina and conditioning he could push to average female number of climaxes even if the odds of beating the record would be far off. By the time he was at his peak, Harry should be able to get a woman to triple digits if not break the record of orgasms. It was one of her pet goals even if actually counting when they reached a blended multiple orgasmic state was very difficult.

“Yes, my lord Harry,” Cissa purred as she felt Naomi positioning him to her entrance before she slid down until he was completely inside her. “It’s been too damn long, lover. Just let me get used to this once more and I will do my best to give you one of the best rides of your life, master.”

Harry just smiled at her and occupied her now arched out breasts while he waited. He could have just bucked into her, but after the misery that the family had let her endure that was not what he would allow his Cissa to experience in this true welcome home. As he closed his eyes to savor her flushed and warm flesh as he suckled, Harry thought he saw a redheaded goddess in his mind’s eye smiling seductively at him and her lips mouthing his name and so many wickedly kinky things before Cissa moved and he lost the image as she started to slowly speed up until she was fucking him as if she was mad with need. In that limbo unknown to Harry, the spirit screamed once more in pleasure again and again and her rebuilding memories were centered on the man that would be her main focus in existence.

They didn’t talk as Cissa bounced, froze occasionally in contracting orgasm, and bounced wildly once more all while Harry suckled her breasts and Cissa imagined that this is what Draco should have grown to be like and that Lily should be here doing this for her son if only things had been better. If things had been different this still likely would have happened as Sirius would have been supported and the previous lord would try to ensure the next heirs were better raised than Sirius had been and without the divisiveness that had occurred.

Eventually Cissa managed to get Harry to fill her up and then the two women helped her to sink her ass down on his cock as they both licked her sex throughout her resumed motions. Harry could have focused to talk through it as it had been good practice to draw out things in the past, but Cissa was mostly lost in lust and as his welcome home gift to her Harry was ensuring that her ride was spectacular.

Bella took her turn as Naomi dragged Cissa to the floor and they spent Bella’s ride nuzzling each other before she was dropped for them to lap at once more. Harry managed to coax the three to the bedroom where he took turns in enjoying making them scream and squeal in pleasure. He had tried a number of positions all of them were man on top with some side shuffles to see how they compared for the girls and made mental notes on which ones hit the more responsive spots in each lady. It would take time to get through the variations, but there were more than just the basic ones used and Harry enjoyed the ones that gave him more access to exploring since they didn’t need to use tricks to make their bodies tighter.

Orgasm without ejaculation was something Harry didn’t do often, but he hissed in the pleasure of such when he switched after each had at least one for each position tried. Still he felt his balls overfilling with each delay allowing his body and the magic cocktail that was his existence to restore the depleted volume. He could see that their stretched holes would soon become too sensitive even with switching and so he settled down for one of the more bizarre kinks he had managed to find.

“Now my darlings, this will be something I enjoy and you three already looked hot when just one of you was doing so,” Harry purred as he sat at the edge of the bed while the three women sunk to the ground with smirks on their faces showing through the luminescent glow of orgasm induced bliss. “Not many men get to indulge in a threesome let alone foursome where three ladies do some sexy things. Still you three are cock sucking cum guzzling fiends and who am I to under ration your treats.”

They smiled and licked their lips as they saw him standing firm with the sheen of their juices still lingering on him. Cissa started with sucking him so deep, quick and hard that his head smacked down on the bed and his eyes closed in bliss. He hissed as each of them gave him at least one hard deep throat suck before they changed things up. Their lips, tongues, hands and tits caressed, fondled and wrapped around his cock with glee on their faces. Harry could tell who was doing what even when his attempts to see who it was were forestalled by Bella, Cissa or Naomi giving machine strength suction to his cock as they slid him down their throats. It felt wonderful, but part of this was too see them doing so even when from the feel of it Cissa was sucking his head while Naomi and Bella each were doing the same to one of his balls before they rotated like a shell game until he finally raised his head off the bed to drink in the erotic sight he was feeling.

Looking down as he saw their three gorgeous faces between his thighs as their lips, tongues and fingers moved around between licking and sucking his flushed skin while their heads moved about, Harry was aware that he had three gorgeous women doing what most of his schoolmates wished for as experience made a difference and he knew it would not be long before the three devils succeeded in their post fucking plans. He had already enjoyed the wonderful sensations and combinations with the darlings and they had talked about it and it would be a shame to miss this opportunity. He had gotten used to some of the more bizarre facets of his life, but he was eternally grateful for some of the factors ensuring his joy didn’t turn into hell.

Potions and attention removed most of the distress his women would go through, and he lucked out that they were very understanding about things. It didn’t help that he knew his limits and saw no point in pissing off the rest of the school by doing something stupid like taking all of the attractive women out of circulation. There were two reasons for that and he did have limits and he did have reasons for allowing the situation to reach this point. The boys at school were still maturing and didn’t have the added age from the memories like he did, and if anyone said this was a harem than he would kick them in the balls or cunt depending on the sex. It was a strange system, but it worked for them and with the ladies not being hung up on a lot of taboos than he did plan to make sure that when they wanted a cuddle there were enough to match off somewhat.

Ok, he was having a three girl blowjob with some very experienced women doing there level best to ensure he did come and that it would be a sufficient amount to paint their well-endowed chests with enough of his magically enriched seed as possible. That they planned to lick it off them like chocolate was something that he would enjoy seeing while they would enjoy doing. He had an emotional attachment and obligation to his flock and his over evaluating mind did tend to have odd thoughts and tangents even while most of his mind was focused on enjoying things. Multitasking was nice and so as part of him examined things and the fact that he did not technically have a harem but women that he was in complicated friendships with the dominant leadership present in it as well as technically employing them.

Cissa had buried him down her throat while Bella and Naomi were kissing around his balls moving in their suckling mouths. He was still somewhat human and seeing and feeling those wild women doing what they were was pushing him to release and hopefully with how tender his bits felt enough left to leave an impression on them instead of in them as his earlier drainings had been to their and his enjoyment.

“Cissa, you may have been out of the game for a while, but you still got it girl and I think not being as frustrated is making you more enthusiastic in applying your skill,” Harry informed her as his mind had managed not to be overwhelmed just yet even if his body was screaming at him to just let go and enjoy things. “Just a little bit longer, darlings. You want your treat still, right?”

His question was hissed out as Cissa was offended that he could speak and proceeded to suck his thought processes to derailment. It was so tempting to keep doing that as she felt his pulse with her tongue and she had guzzled him the last time she had the chance, but it had been even longer since a man had cum on her tits even if Bella had gushed on them a few times. She could tell by the throbbing and other signs that her sister and his maid were busy in ensuring that his balls were full and ready to empty completely onto them.

Even with her skills, she could feel his mind restraining and drawing the pleasure to last longer, stronger and feel deeper in the sensations as he refused to pop like the teenager he looked. He wasn’t really trying to dismiss her attentions like one would have done in sexual interrogations, and soon enough she felt the point of no return and saw she had made his eyes roll back and he arched off the edge of the bed and she barely had time to let his cock out before it refused to leave. Her hand felt warm as she guided his cock to spurt on Naomi’s pressed against her tit and its pair before she let him strike her own and then leave some shining on Bella.

They moved about to each give one fond had suck before letting Harry sink to the bed while they entertained themselves as he recovered. None of them were going for direct stimulation anywhere since Harry had left their stretched openings tender although there were plenty of open and available skin to run their bands about as they kissed each other gently and similarly lavished concern and appreciation on their sticky and creamed skin.

His head felt very empty even if his common sense told him it wasn’t nor was the background multitasking processes he had allocated to his reasoning before Cissa had proved that Lucius was a fool, deluded incompetent, and no gentleman to leave her so distraught.

As his mind pondered whole he recovered, Harry was reclining in the bed watching the three gorgeous women frolicking when the phone on the nightstand rang and he had torn his attention from where Bella, Cissa and Naomi were licking each other clean to answer it. They had gotten someone to man the phones and there were only a handful of people that would actually be redirected to this phone. Hermione, Dora, Alice, Anne, Sarah, and Amanda were on that short list that weren’t here, and Claire was a possibility as the assistant lead could have become lead if circumstances had been different.

He lifted the phone off of its cradle and flicked his eyes down and wondering if he was totally spent even as he saw the three slowing down and likely would crawl into bed to just sleep with him. He cleared his throat since his voice was a bit affected from Cissa having returned the favor and been better than her overloaded blow when they had their first meeting.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” a perky female voice that he identified as Tabitha Meer who Naomi had been giving lessons in proper behavior, “but there is a call from Miss Hermione for you. Should I put her on now, boss?”

“Alright, Tabby, you can put her on,” Harry said with a slow sensual sigh as he stretched on the bed. “Don’t expect for Naomi to be available for lessons either tonight or early in the morning. We got a bit carried away.”

“Understood, sir, but most of us are aware of that fact even if the privacy wards were a bit strained by the last while and all,” Tabby said with a slightly husky purr. “I didn’t have a lesson until the afternoon although there is some assistance that I will need to do in compensation, boss. It would only be proper for the student to assist their teacher, and so I will likely be busy for the morning seeing to things in her absence. I don’t doubt that she will soon be able to help in the school she is planning start up, and the name is nice even if not too original considering both of your last names. Still the Black Rose does have a nice feel to it, but I should get off the line since your call is still waiting, boss.”

He made a slight approving sound and he heard the line reconnect and he prepared himself for talking with Hermione. The plans were somewhat fluid, but he had managed to learn that there was beach and he might need to do some protection while there considering that his ladies would be displaying enough of their eye catching charms to warrant excessive responses. Harry was grateful that the family rings he had acquired were saturated with protective spells and notice me not charms so those that didn’t need to know wouldn’t know unless he wanted them to do so.

“Hello, Hermione, it is good to hear you again,” Harry responded when he heard her particular breathing presence. “So what can I do for you today, my friend? While you don’t have to call for reasons, you do tend to have one instead of just enjoying pointless and purposeless chatter.”

Harry relaxed a bit as he listened to Hermione’s response. It did give him to think about but his recent investment was going to pay off as operating a spa did allow the perk of sending his employees there to unwind and relax. He was so mellow from all this that he didn’t pay attention to the particular House Elf that had been there for a while watching wide eyed as things had been happening. Harry had House Elves so one being around was not much of a thing even if Kreacher was busy at the Black Home restoring it for his use. Having multiple homes and places to reside seemed like a good thing even if he was already planning to see about getting some places outside of both of The British Ministry for Magic and the European Magical community if not the ICW’s influence. He didn’t put it past Fudge from being a liability to him and the politician seeing Harry as either a liability or a tool to further his career and that was before he annexed Lucius’s monetary assets.

As for the elf, Dobby recognized Mistress Narcissa and had been here since before she left from her night with Mistress Bella. Dobby was a confused elf as he came to warn the Great Harry Potter about Bad Master’s plan, and seeing how the Mistresses were busy with the Great Harry Potter Sir who was Lord Black and Mistresses’ Lord and Master. Mistresses looked happy and unlikely to hurt an elf for informing them of things, but Dobby was no fool and would wait until the Mistresses and he who Dobby wished was his Master were done with their play. Dobby preferred serving Mistress as she didn’t punish him for trivialities and while praises were non-existent it was better than whom she had married. Dobby wished he had been a Black elf to serve them, but from the words he understood if master’s idiocy failed than the Great Harry Potter Sir would be Master and that was more important to Dobby than freedom even if that was a worthy punishment for conspiring against bad master.

Serving mistress by warning her that her husband plotted against her master was not a betrayal as he was still serving the family. The conversation had been enlightening even if Dobby had to resist popping in and aiding the other elves even if they were upset with him interfering in their servicing their master and family. Oddly Dobby was wondering things similar to some of his mistress’s thoughts as she barely resisted as her sister and the most likely muggle or squib maid were slowly shifting the mutual orgasm seeking daisy chain while their master watched to focus on the new woman who had spent most of the day hogging Harry’s attention.

Cissa wanted two things in life at this point and one was what she had been doing today and that was her being able to revel in having a man of her house filling her up while another was wishing that Harry was old enough that he was ready to see about rebuilding and refilling the house with at least Bella and her having some children. It had been nice when Draco was growing inside her and still Cissa suspected her fool of a husband had something added to his fertility and virility potions to ensure that Draco was practically born without much of her blood influencing the boy. She had felt her son becoming more of his father’s son than her flesh and blood, but still Cissa hoped that this year would allow Draco to grow up and that when Lucius inevitably failed or worse annoyed Harry that his removal would be the final push to reform her son. Cissa had been informed of some of his idiotic behavior of the year so far, and Harry would be well in his right to punish including lethally so Draco for his actions while it can be said it was a house matter in some ways.

“Ok, so you and Dora want to be prepared and pampered before the trip, I can’t say that it doesn’t make sense to me, but finding a good place is difficult normally,” Harry spoke into the phone as he watched Cissa get doubled up by Bella and Naomi. “The solution is rather simple as it seems I have a spa you can go to and relax and pamper as well as prepare for the more open French beaches. It’s called the Lotus Blossom and it is full range although most aspects require membership to utilize. I thought it would be nice for the workers to have a place to relax and it also helps with such a useful perk to keep them eager to remain employed.”

Harry waited and listened to Hermione’s short reply as he noticed that their entertainment had resulted in him being ready to rise to the occasion, but watching Cissa sandwiched between her sister and Naomi who Harry wondered would teach Dora how to be as provocative in addition to his eager slave sexiness. It did mean he had to continue his conversation and it would be rude to just tell her to wait a moment while he saw to something even if it was making Cissa scream in pleasure again or any of the other eager to cream ladies.

“Who all were you planning on dragging with you Hermione, darling?” Harry asked as Cissa was starting to whimper and gasp from the attention as he smirked when she caught his eyes and the added thrill helped her pop. “While June is rather open minded it wouldn’t due for some things to slip and the spa is full service especially for my employees and servants. Still if you don’t ask than there shouldn’t be any problems, but the masseuses there are more often than not to be so good that you either imply wanting a happy ending or drift off in sleep from being so relaxed. All things considered you should probably ask for Kat or Kate depending on her mood.”

Harry waited a moment and enjoyed Cissa shuddering as he watched the woman be driven to another orgasm after the relative dry spell had completely abated after he had summoned her to his home. It wasn’t the ancestral home of either the Potter or Black families, but it was useful as it was close enough to serve his purpose in fooling Dumbledore and overseeing things while still close enough that the piss poor wards around the Dursleys gave the appearance that he still dwelt there. The neighbors were long used to not seeing him there and the personal touches anchored to the bludgeoned together wards allowed him to fool even the obvious squib that was supposed to keep an eye on him. She would have been obvious even if she didn’t have at least part Kneazle cats in her care.

“While I don’t think that June would get so worked up that a male masseuse would be requested to fuck her,” Harry continued as he tried to listen both to how his words were affecting Hermione and the sounds that his current entertaining ladies were happily making, “there is the chance that the massage would be that stimulating although even the ladies working there might want to do that if not have a taste. I have to admit that you both, well to be honest all of your female relatives that I know are gorgeous and after having had a taste I would like to try more as well. We never really talked about it, but what are your thoughts on what happened? I have to admit if it wasn’t for the utter esteem I hold for Vincent that I would not have been able to hold off on where things were going. I will admit my dear sweet and lovely lady that from what I see that neither you nor Alice will have much competition when you both are finished with our hormonal development. Dora is something else and I have the feeling you want to show our plaything off when we are away from her judgmental yet I think I can understand the reasons why mother.”

Harry motioned for the girls to help Cissa into bed with him as he thought over what Hermione had told him. She was right that June was observant enough to guess that his girls were at least exploring each other if not doing slightly more than the usual playing doctor with him. He had seen pictures of most of Hermione’s aunts even if he had not met them and he would call any man or woman that kicked them out of their bed a fool since they were both gorgeous and able to keep one’s mind stimulated as well. The Granger and other ladies were the kind of appreciable women that were captivating with personality and both mind and body exercised to stay in shape. Regardless of the male instinct to shoot his dick in as many willing pussies as possible, Harry was not a slave to either his hormones or instincts or he would have not tried to keep away from the fan girls his fame had attracted. Thankfully most of them seemed more obsessed with the Boy-Who-Lived mystery and his success at school and thus were not aware of both the financial and political fortunes he had inherited.

The apple not falling far from the tree was apparent as he didn’t doubt that the possibilities had been there that Hermione and Alice were normal for her family. Some things happened as a matter of course even if not brought up in polite company such as how girls got better kissing practice than boys did. Still it was not that he regretted not having had the encounter finalized with his feeling that hot and responsive sex of June wrapped around him because he could have done the same with Amelia or even Zhu and Mei-Li. It had not been the right time even if his blasted imagination was supplying many kinds of accidents that could be resolved with slipping into June.

As Hermione continued to reveal what she had learned about how June might react and how she thought they could best handle things, Bella and Naomi had settled into snuggling against him while running their hands over his available and flushed muscles even as Cissa slowly moved up from where they had let her rest at the foot of the bed between his wide parted legs. It was reliving that June would not freak out like Andromeda would that Hermione was experimenting with Dora, Anne or even Alice, and Harry was not really ready to admit to Vincent that he had been pounding the four ladies as often as they wanted. Strange as it seemed, Vincent was the closest he had to a male role model and even with getting to know Sirius now it seemed that his lover’s father was the closest thing he had known to a father since his memories before that Halloween were still difficult to recall. He had sought out what few of his ancestors ghosts he could find and even then there had not been much on the Potter secrets.

Harry had found out some of the family secrets from the paperwork he had Sarah going through, but the most hidden one had been a relief even if it meant that the man who murdered his parents was also a distant relative even if he wasn’t sure how. He had not brought up his invisibility cloak as it was different than the other ones he had analyzed and there might be proof to a few of the legendary tales in the Wizarding World. Harry did wish that Voldemort hadn’t further brought loathing on the gift of Parseltongue even if a few of the older ghosts he had communed with had revealed that it had been not just the additional magical methods that had brought out the loathing for it, but that because the tongue had to vibrate to make the sounds it had been from jealous rivals that their kisses were so arousing let alone how it greatly aided in parting a maiden’s flower in the past.

As Hermione finished her very revealing observation and thoughts, Harry tried not to gasp as Cissa had managed to have crawled from the foot of the bed to rest her head near his thighs before she had with determination resumed her earliest encounter with him by making sure he was ready for one last ride by swallowing him whole. As strange as it was to admit, Hermione was right that they had been more than precocious and while he had suspected that his stonewalling Alice and Anne’s earlier machinations to begin having Harry scratch their itch besides the somewhat sexually seeming soothing of their monthlies would eventually be broken through there was the fact that Harry had projected that their success would be closer to a more acceptable time frame such as when they were in their teens if not closer to the non-magical British legal age. The goblin revelation that as magical girls that they could give their consent at age twelve as well as that as his apprentices let alone sworn vassals that even that age was not a solid barrier had put a spanner in the works for his plan. The effects of the art and even peripherally experiencing life times of ghosts had made their bodies mature faster than it should and it did explain why it had taken so much of his will not to succumb to the constant flirting and offers sooner.

“I will agree that we were more than precocious and that there had been extenuating circumstances regarding all of our relationships,” Harry said with a barely stifled gasp as Cissa tried to show that even tired her mouth could be as natural a vacuum as Dora without her pushing her morphing too far. “I don’t plan on slipping into June even though she looks like she is your slightly older in her mid-twenties sister than your mum should look. Well at least until she knows about us and is calm about it as well as having more than just impressions that they are in an open enough to consider it relationship and where they don’t feel as if they were like some of the monsters we have met. June would need to accept some of that and I can only hope that there isn’t an accident before then as I really don’t want to cause problems regardless of the sexual dynamo that is your mum and how every instinct and bit of my nature screamed at me that she needed a good topping like I know you have enjoyed. Considering that when all of this is said and done and we have finished needing Hogwarts and the nuisances have been dealt with I know we both need and want to try some normal things and at least we know what you will look like when we go to university to further our desires, ambitions and goals. Think how interesting it will be when you too look even closer in age, and the only problem might occur if you try to play the near twin thing. By the time we do graduate or get our NEWTS and O-levels and such dealt with I think we should be able to almost be graduate students and getting as far from this mess is tempting. Think how sexy seeing you both and the way some would react to how your sexy mum looks so young gets everyone worked up!”

Harry stopped as Cissa showed that while Dora had magic on her side that his young lady of House Black lover would be able to learn a thing or two and that while Bella had been stuck in Azkaban hell that Cissa had at least kept her skills sharp even if unable to have another man that was not either a Malfoy or a Black touch her in such a thrilling manner. Hell he was arching off the bed into Cissa’s mouth and Hermione was panting as hard as he was and she did bring up a good point even if it was almost driven out from the suction Cissa was giving while her nose was pressed to his flesh. His aura and other things had prevented the historic hell that any man having more than one woman in his life would cause as the Ancient Chinese had associated such with their symbol for trouble and the symbol was two women under the same roof.

He didn’t really mind, but when Hermione started to scream out her lust full declarations of how her mum was like her and exactly what he should do to her even if it was in general and not specific in how he should control, bring her to submit in submission, dominate her properly or use her sexy body in bed and otherwise fulfill both of their sexual hungers. Her admission that she was busy with Dora distracting her while almost overshadowing her knowing he was playing as well had really got him worked up.

“Well Hermione, it seems that Bella has a lot in common with Cissa and they both can teach Dora there how to give one hell of a suck!” Harry growled out in drawn out gasps as he found his hips thrusting his throbbing cock into Cissa’s excepting mouth while his other bedmates kept her from chocking or being hurt even if they both had moved to do so. “It is so tempting to have ickle Draco seeing his mum getting fucked like the needy woman she is, but that might cause the poor ponce to pass out or worse die from the shock. It would not be nice to fuck with Cissa like that when she is such a good girl!”

Harry arched off the bed and stilled while Cissa sucked him through a minor ejaculating orgasms while her lips remained firmly around him as he did so. His hearing shuddered into hyperactive as the room blurred around him and he could hear Hermione as she and Dora had their own releases even if Dora was muffled with a mouthful of his kinky knowledge obsessed lover’s oh so supple and responsive tit.

He could hear Hermione’s shouts clearly as Cissa refused to release his cock until he felt the slight loss of firmness abate and he was as hard as ever again. He looked down in shock as the barely crawling woman had seemed energized enough to slide his cock down her body as she rose up after letting him free from her mouth before sinking down on him one last time. He could have sworn for a moment he saw a house elf crying in glee at the sight before Cissa ground down on him as she hefted her breasts for his viewing pleasure before she bent down so that his lips could suckle them again. He knew that she had barely had any chance to do that for the spoiled brat and that her breasts had been neglected for the most part since her female lovers were more interested in quick and frequent orgasms while passing up the slow yet intense ones that required more time and effort to achieve.

He found that Naomi and Bella had his hands automatically responding to the feel of aroused pussy and they had already slipped inside to their mutual sigh of pleasure before they started to pant as they snuggle against him as Cissa slowly moved on top of him. He could hear Hermione still and agreed with her that Cissa did deserve something to make up for her miserable existence and it was not as if he couldn’t take the ladies on a turn with him.

“That is a wonderful idea, my cunning cat,” Harry purred out as Cissa shifted to bounce and grind while her sister and his maid ran their hands on her and Harry. “Did you hear that Cissa? We are going to see exactly how bowlegged and spent I can make you with using a time turner to cram in a whole day of ravishing your poor deprived sexy body. Now doesn’t that sound like will be fun?”

Cissa was past forming words as she was too focused on squeezing as much out of this as possible, and her ideology hit the road as she planned to thank the girl profusely for convincing their master that she needed a good ravishing. Maybe it would even get Lucius so worked up he spliced himself and removed his idiocy from the manor. Draco hadn’t been the brightest of knives, but without Lucius there to pour drivel into his brain there might be a chance to save the cocky punk. The frustration had almost been so bad she had wondered if cursing her son or husband to the bed and pouring potions to ensure performance and firmness down their throats before she used them as she suspected Lucius used some muggle toys.

She had come more times today than she had in years short of the romps with Bella recently and while she loved her sister their master really made a girl come hard when he got started. If he wanted to take her back to Malfoy manor and desecrate every inch by fucking and otherwise using her body than she wouldn’t care at this point. The Lady Malfoy was already plotting on how soon she could meet the girl her son had been ruthlessly been outperformed by and to see how many hours she could spend lavishing the wonderfully creative girl’s sex with her tongue.

Her answer to his question was to pulse around him as she felt her body drench him with her juices. Narcissa owed the girl even if she would have need for some expensive potions to move the next day. Bella managed to indicate that her master had such potions on hand and she let a truly delirious look pass on her face even if her eyes were unfocussed and for a moment she contemplated that Dobby was seeing her ride Lord Black before the half formed thought was driven out of her head as her lord twitched and throbbed inside her gripping and gasping sex. It wasn’t right that someone her son’s age could fuck her better than anyone before and the closest with the same level of experience had been the previous Lord Arcturus Black and he had been well past his peak even if he could still leave her whimpering and shuddering throughout her entire life.

In her mind, Cissa knew that she was as much Harry’s creature as her sister was and it was not the worst way to end up as unlike her farce of a marriage her master seemed to be concerned that his property was happy and always put to bed fed, watered, and sated. Even this false feeling of control was wonderful as she ground her sex down and tried to draw him deeper inside as he throbbed and soon enough would fill her one last time before sleep claimed her. In her haze she could hear the two screams over the phone as his other sexual playthings came like the eager young things they were and it made their master relent to fill her up by hearing all three of their sounds of pleasure. It would put the brat in his place to see her now or better watch as the lot of them mewled and were left conquered so happily while lapping his claim out of them with the twit watching. She did hope on some level that the recent lessons would sink into his head, but Draco was a stubborn brat at times and as much as having physical pain even with magic inflicted there was little that would break through the naïve idiocy Lucius had poured into his mind.

She plopped down as her string of wince causing orgasms reached a crescendo as Harry gave one last spurt into her even if it was still deliciously forceful and plentiful. She reset her head across his chest and found his lips on hers before pressing her head to his neck and affectionately nibbling as her head became heavy from all of the exertion while dreams of what he would do to her for her full day at his beck and command flittered through her mind. It was heavily laced with sexual exuberance as her body pulsed around him still buried inside and likely to stay mostly firm and full inside her as she would need some attention in the morning.

Harry ran his hands over the three of them once Bella and Naomi released his hands from their heated and tender petals. He could hear Hermione slowly talking with a drowsy voice and it was not really unexpected even if it did require a response. She was right about the mirrors and the appointment wouldn’t really be necessary but June would be suspicious if they had an immediate opening without a good excuse.

“Alight Hermione sleep tight as well, my darling pet,” Harry said after he heard the yawns coming from the spent girl and the mumbles of Dora as well. “I hope your spa trip is as satisfying as possible and see about getting Dora some nice clothes even if she will spend most of her nude and thus not needing it. I really don’t want to be dragged on clothes fitting and we can hit the shops there and the ones I know when we get back. Fred and George made some big promises on things so I will at least visit for the last week and look over some of their pranks as well. The downside is that I have to deal with the two idiots and possibly another fan girl. There is also the risk of seeing the cow that has no grooming, but given her prudish leanings there is little risk of that happening. Now sleep sweet Mine and dream of the fun we will have on our vacation.”

Harry heard a sound of agreement before the call ended. He was tired and he did have a day to turn with these three and if Lucius seeing her barely concealed strut after having one hell of a makeup seeing to experience didn’t throw him further off his game than Harry wasn’t sure what could do so. Lucius was as one of the more criminal elements he had to compete with called a ‘fucking liability’ and Harry definitely saw Lucius as little more than an annoying gnat with delusions of grandeur and his spawn was taking after him too much. He almost was tempted to think that Narcissa had been a trophy wife and some random muggle or muggleborn used to incubate while the ingredients were magically extracted for a similar method to in-vitro fertilization as there were no signs that Cissa had passed the sprog out between her legs or had distended her smooth and firm belly.

As his mind drifted, Harry picked up on both of the Black Sisters and their rather natural and instinctive desires. Bella would have skinned both her husband and brother in law if she had been able as she wanted to be a mother and Cissa now felt the same way just with regrets in how pathetic it seemed her child was turning out. He had no problem with their or any of the others desires to eventually bear his children even if he would not risk that while his two to three enemies were free to cause mischief. As amusing as sending Cissa to Lucius swelling with his own heir, Harry was not ready for that even with how many countless memories of the dead’s lives floated inside his mind. Being able to recall not only what a father and grandfather felt but a mother and grandmother as well did tend to distort one’s perceptions. Walburga had shown him that a firm hand and cock were the key to keeping the ladies of the House in line and happy, and if any of the men at the time had spent enough time pounding her and the other Black wife to satisfaction they would not have had the idiocy to plan the poor matches that they had done.

Harry drifted off with that certainty as Dobby popped into view now they were asleep and the elf was confused on what to do. He would tell them about the plot when they woke up and hopefully he was only cursed a little. Harry Potter Sir was a great and powerful wizard who had tamed not only the bad mistress but the bad lady as well. The other elves popping about did mutter inaudibly to humans that they should mate and that the master should get some of his mates bred so there would be more little masters to serve. Dobby had managed to remain out of sight but had picked up on the orders none the less. Master Black Sir would not get his mates bred until things were safe even if caring for good mistress as she was fertile and bearing young would be better than things had been for him and them.

The elf moved the sheets to cover the sleeping masters and Dobby didn’t doubt that Harry Potter Sir’s commands were as orders from either bad master or mistress. He would wait until they were done with their morning exercise as even Dobby knew that the biggies enjoyed practicing mating as well as mating. It did explain the drop in punishments the good mistress was giving out and none were as pointless as the ones the bad master gave out.

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