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The Real Wizarding World
By : jumpin
Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes
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Chapter 41

Harry sat across from Daphne discussing the covens and triumvirate, glad that he’d taken Daphne up on her offer, and made her a protectorate of his coven. The insights and knowledge she had about the various coven members had been eye opening, far more than he ever managed using his Arcanum persona, and Voldemort’s memories combined.
He looked up when the door opened, watching as Astoria led in a tired-looking Hermione and Emma on the ends of their leashes. Hermione was still crawling on her hands and knees. At the rate she was going, it was unlikely to change soon. She could be extremely stubborn when she wanted to be.
“They’re finished for the day,” Astoria said matter-of-factly as she unclipped Hermione and Emma’s leashes. “You should be proud,” she said, smiling at Harry. “They’re learning quick. Go join your master slaves,” she instructed, slapping them each on the ass lightly before she left.
Hermione kept her face neutral as she crawled to Harry’s feet, kneeling in front of him with Emma. She knew better than to react to Astoria’s provocations now, knowing what it would lead to.
“What can you tell me about Viktor?” Harry asked, idly running his fingers through Emma’s hair. “Is there any other reason he’s doing all this?”
Daphne took a minute to think about Harry’s question, tapping her chin as she weighed the rumors she’d heard about him. “…Possibly,” she said. “It’s difficult to tell with Viktor’s coven. There are rumors, but I don’t know how accurate they are. He has a lot of power, and influence. The other covens aren’t above starting rumors to undermine him.”
“What kinds of rumors?” Harry asked, curiously.
“He’s searching for something, but no one knows what,” Daphne revealed. “And he doesn’t care how many toes he has to step on to do it. He’s been challenging the other covens lately and encroaching on their territories to do it.”
Harry filed the information away, making a mental note to look into it later. “Is there anything you can tell me about the triumvirate?” Harry asked. “I can’t imagine they built this entire system just for the benefit of our kind. Do they have some kind of end goal I should know about?”
“There may be something to that,” Daphne admitted. “But the triumvirate serves a purpose. Before they came along, muggles hunted us for sport. We weren’t organized, and because of our comparatively smaller numbers in battle, they had a distinct advantage. Even after we hid ourselves away from the muggles, they just went to war with each other instead. Without the triumvirate’s intervention, they would have destroyed the world a dozen times over by now. Tearing down the entire system won’t fix things. In all likelihood, it would make things a whole lot worse.”
Harry nodded, agreeing with Daphne’s assessment, but he couldn’t shake the fact that something wasn’t quite right. The triumvirate were in essence, dark lords, but instead of working alone, they banded together, and if the rumors were to be believed, willingly stepped down, allowing others to take their place. Thinking back on the memories he received from Voldemort it made no sense. Dark Lords wanted the glory, to hold their victories over the masses, to be feared, and most importantly, for everyone to know their name.
“Thanks Daphne,” Harry said, deciding not to share his thoughts with Daphne just yet. “Maybe we can have another chat tomorrow?” He asked. “There are a few more things I’d like to pick your brain about.”
“Of course,” Daphne said, standing up as well. “Before you leave, there’s something I have for you,” she said, going to her bookshelf and retrieving a wooden box. “I had these made for you.”
Harry opened the box curiously and pulled out a set of golden leashes designed to match Hermione and Emma’s collars. “thank you,” he said, accepting the gift.
“When you have your coven meeting, your slaves will need to wear them at all times,” Daphne explained.
“Why?” Harry asked curiously, wondering why Daphne would think Hermione and Emma would run off.
“Tradition,” Daphne explained. “That’s the most important thing you need to understand about the covens. It’s a very old organization, so they have a lot of traditions. You need to follow all of them if you want them to take you seriously.”
“You’ll be able to help with that?” Harry asked.
“We start tomorrow,” Daphne agreed. “It’s why I gave you the leashes in the first place.”
“Right,” Harry nodded, clipping the leashes to Hermione and Emma’s collars, leading them back to his room. “Until tomorrow then.”
Harry went to the cabinet, pouring himself a glass of fire whiskey. “Daphne tells me that your dance lessons are going well,” he said, taking a sip of his drink as he looked at his girls.
“Yes, Master,” Emma said, her eyes lighting up. The dance lessons had been difficult at first, but they got the hang of it over the last few days. They still had a ways to go before they were as good as Tracy and Cho, but they were making progress.
“Show me,” Harry asked, sitting down in an armchair, eager to see their progress.
“We need to get ready Master,” Hermione smiled, realizing it was the perfect opportunity to convince Harry to let her cum. She would make the experience so erotic, so sensual, he would completely forget about his silly new rule.
Harry took another sip of fire whiskey, enjoying how eager his girls were to show off their new skills. “Alright,” he agreed. “But I want to see your best.”
“You will,” Emma smiled, eager to show off her new skills as she took Hermione’s arm, marching her into the washroom.
Harry took another sip of his drink, impressed by the vintage. ‘Daphne certainly doesn’t skimp on anything around here,’ he thought, looking around the lavishly decorated room. ‘I’m going to have to find out who her decorator is. The island is nice, but the furnishings here put it to shame.’
It was almost a half hour later that Hermione and Emma emerged from the washroom, but it was well worth the wait. Hermione and Emma had opted for different costumes. Their tops were the same bikini style, embroidered with gold threads and diamonds, and their bottoms were made of multiple pieces of silk attached to a belt wrapped around their waists. Hermione’s was an indigo blue, while Emma’s was a sapphire red, the different colors allowing each of them to stand out and complement each other at the same time. On their wrists and ankles, they each wore a pair of matching golden cuffs, completing the look.
Harry drank in their forms hungrily as they posed for him sensually. It was clearly something they had picked up from Daphne and Astoria’s training he wholeheartedly approved of.
He watched as they danced, turning in slow circles as they shook their hips seductively, catching Harry’s eye as they arched their backs, thrusting their ample breasts towards him.
Hermione reached for one of her veils first, plucking it from her belt, and dropped it to the floor, exposing her thigh, and accentuating her long legs.
Emma was not far behind as did the same before moving behind Hermione, wrapping her arms around her waist, as she glided her fingertips up and down Hermione’s taut belly before dipping them down between the silk veils, palming her cunt.
Hermione let out a soft moan as she pressed her cunt against Emma’s probing fingers, grinding herself against them as she cupped her breasts, pushing them together as she looked at Harry, her eyes lidded with desire.
Emma reached down, plucking another two veils from either side of Hermione’s hips before releasing her.
Hermione spun out of Emma’s arms gracefully, dropping to her knees in front of Harry, and spread her legs wide, showing off her flexibility. Then leaned back until her head touched the floor and arched her back.
Harry tore his eyes away from Hermione’s erotic display, feeling a tightness in his pants as he watched Emma drop to her hands and knees, and crawl forward. It was something she had done before, but there was something far more sensual about it this time. She swayed her hips from side to side as she crawled, looking like a lioness stalking her prey as she approached Hermione.
Emma leaned down, kissing Hermione aggressively as she pushed her tongue past her lips, exploring her mouth. After a long moment, she tore her lips away, positioning herself over top of her as she ground her pussy against Hermione’s lips, looking up at Harry, as she licked her upper lip. Her eyes dipped down as she locked her eyes on Harry’s stiff cock, straining against his pants.
Emma eased forward, pressing her breasts against Harry’s crotch as he widened his legs to accommodate her.
As she did, Hermione rose to her knees, positioning herself behind Emma as she held her waist. She pressed her hips against Emma’s ass, grinding her pussy against her as she rocked her hips back, then slammed them forward.
Harry couldn’t contain the desire he felt, watching as Hermione simulated taking Emma from behind. He had seen her do it on more than one occasion while she wore a strap-on, but there was something far more seductive about watching them like this, knowing they were doing it just to arouse him.
Hermione slowly plucked the veils from Emma’s belt, exposing her ass as Emma dropped her forehead to the floor, allowing Harry to see the curve of her ass as she arched her back.
Harry watched as Hermione rose to her feet and moved beside Emma and bent at the waist. She reached down, hooking her finger into Emma’s collar, and pulled her up to her feet. Scissoring one leg between Emma’s thighs, she pressed her thigh against Emma’s cunt, grinding it against her pussy.
Emma let out a moan as she reached for Hermione’s back, deftly unhooking her top, letting it fall to the floor. She leaned in, cupping Hermione’s breasts as she flicked her thumbs across her nipples.
Hermione let out a moan as Emma played with her nipples, pushing her leg up, grinding it tightly against Emma’s dripping pussy as she locked eyes with Harry.
Emma shuttered with desire as she felt her pleasure build, tearing her eyes away from Hermione to look at Harry. She watched him unzip his pants, freeing his cock. She grinned wickedly, watching as he stroked himself. Unhooking her top, she let it drop to the floor as Harry continued watching them lustfully.
Extracting herself from Hermione’s embrace, she bent at the waist, her breasts swaying as she planted a kiss on the head of Harry’s cock, before standing back up. She took Hermione’s hand in hers, leading her to the bed. With a wink to Hermione, they both got on all fours, their asses facing towards Harry as they pressed their foreheads against the mattress, posing submissively for him.
Harry rose to his feet, enjoying the sight of his girls putting themselves on display for him. He shed his clothes, making his way to the bed, joining them. He could see their thighs glistened with their arousal. Leaning down, he palmed their asses in each hand, kneading their ass cheeks.
Harry got on the bed behind Hermione first, pressing his cock into her dripping pussy as he set a steady pace. He could already feel Hermione shuddering with desire, aching to cum after so many days of forced abstinence. Her subtle moans and mews of pleasure making his cock as hard as steel as he kept up his sensual pace.
Harry gripped Hermione’s ass cheeks in his hands, kneading them as he drove his hips forward with long, powerful strokes.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Hermione grunted, going wild with desire as Harry bottomed out inside her. She let out a shuttering breath as she got closer and closer to the edge, positive that Harry would let her to cum this time.
Hermione pushed her hair out of her face as Harry picked up the pace, slapping his hips into her ass with each thrust. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She was so close now. She could practically feel her orgasm already.
Without breaking stride, Harry raised his hand, landing a few teasing spanks to Hermione’s ass as he continued to take her from behind. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Hermione let out a groan of pleasure as the light and teasing sting of Harry’s spanks enhanced her pleasure even more. She could feel herself losing control, her body surrendering to the pleasure only Harry could give her.
“Please!” Hermione begged, “I need it. Please let me cum!” she moaned after another powerful thrust from Harry.
Harry leaned over Hermione, whispering into her ear, “All you have to do is ask my slave,” his voice, husky, and full of desire.
Hermione shuddered as she heard Harry’s softly spoken words, feeling his hard muscles pressed tightly against her body. She let out a gasp of pleasure as he thrust inside her again and again, the pleasure coursing through her body.
The primal part of her mind, full of desire and lust, practically screamed at her to surrender, to give him this last piece of her, and allow the pleasure of her release to wash over her.
She was so tempted to follow through. After so many days of her pleasure being denied her, she could barely hold on. But her stubbornness won out again, if only just. “…I can’t,” she groaned, knowing what would come next, but unable to do anything to stop it.
Harry looked down at Hermione, feeling a twinge of disappointment, hoping that today would be the day she finally gave in. He knew she was close, though. It was only a matter of time before she accepted the truth.
He gripped Hermione’s hips, easing his cock from the velvety caress of her slick folds, and moved behind Emma without a word.
Hermione couldn’t hold back her groan of disappointment, and the feeling of emptiness as Harry denied her orgasm. She watched as Emma thrust her hips back to meet Harry’s cock, moaning passionately as he took her, feeling the sting of envy.
Harry gripped Emma’s hips tightly as he gradually picked up the pace, building her pleasure higher and higher. He could feel Hermione’s eyes on them, watching as Emma moaned wantonly under his touch. To tempt Hermione further, he thrust powerfully into Emma, setting off her first orgasm of the night.
“AWGAWD!!!” Emma cried out as her orgasm washed over her unexpectedly. She looked over her shoulder, giving Harry a sultry grin as she rocked her hips back, encouraging him to keep going.
Harry didn’t have to be told twice as he picked up the pace, his thighs slapping into her ass with loud claps as Emma let out a loud keening moan.
Emma held the bedsheets tightly in her fists, hoping Hermione would come to her senses soon. As much as she loved the extra attention Harry lavished on her, she knew she wasn’t enough to satisfy him on her own. Her master would only be satisfied when he had both of them.
Hermione watched silently as Emma came, wishing she was in her place. As Harry continued his relentless pace, she considered again if it was even worth it to continue this argument with Harry.
Harry felt himself getting close. He lifted Emma into his lap, the change of angle buying him a few more moments as he continued to thrust inside her. He kept his hands on her hips, lifting her up and down on his shaft as he thrust inside her.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Emma grunted as Harry penetrated even deeper inside her than before, struggling to hold on as her pleasure intensified, bringing her to the edge of another powerful orgasm.
Harry pulled Emma into his lap, letting out a loud grunt as he erupted inside her, breathing hard as took a moment to catch his breath.
As Harry’s cum flooded her cunt, Emma felt herself tip over the edge. “GAWD!” She screamed out as she slumped into Harry’s arms, feeling a thin sheen of sweat on her body as she gasped for breath.
Harry set Emma down, moving to lean his back against the headboard. He locked eyes with Hermione, seeing the desire in her eyes. He could see how desperately she wanted to cum and knew just the thing to tempt her. “Come here Hermione,” he ordered.
Hermione crawled forward, her eyes locked on Harry’s shaft. Even after he came, he was still hard, and the way he spoke just now. It made her even wetter for him. The authority he commanded sent shivers of desire tingling down her spine. She thought back on all the lessons Daphne and Astoria hammered into her, grateful for them now. ‘I just have to make him forget about his silly rule just once,’ she thought to herself. ‘Then we can go back to the way things used to be.’
“Suck,” Harry ordered, the simple command causing her to shudder with desire as she stared at Harry’s cock, glistening with his and Emma’s combined release.
Harry could feel Hermione’s warm breath on his cock, her lips just inches away from his hardness. He grabbed a fistful of Hermione’s hair, bringing her the rest of the way forward, pressing her lips against his shaft.
Hermione felt the pull on her hair as Harry held her tightly, only adding to her growing lust. She snaked her tongue from between her lips, flicking up and down his shaft, savoring the salty-sweetness as she licked him clean.
When she was sure she scooped up every drop of his cum, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently. She tilted her head up, locking eyes with Harry, allowing him to see the desire in her eyes as she pleasured him.
She reached forward, cupping his balls as she teased them with her fingertips, keeping her eyes locked with his as he let out a groan of pleasure.
Harry looked at Hermione worshiping his cock, grateful for the lessons she had learned here that took her skills to the next level.
Hermione tore her eyes from Harry as she leaned down, taking more of his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked him, swirling her tongue along his shaft.
She could feel the mattress move beneath her, but knew not to get distracted. She took Harry into her throat, squeezing her throat around his manhood as she concentrated on pleasing him.
Emma moved behind Hermione, pressing her hips against Hermione’s ass as she leaned forward, placing a searing kiss to Harry’s lips as Hermione pleasure him.
Harry kissed Emma back hungrily, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he cupped her breasts, kneading them in his hands as Emma leaned forward, deepening the kiss.
Emma moaned as she felt her nipples harden under Harry’s expert touch as she ground her pussy into Hermione’s ass, adding to her pleasure.
Hermione tightened her lips around Harry’s shaft as she felt it twitch. Knowing that he was getting close, she redoubled her efforts, pressing her tongue to the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head.
Emma broke the kiss with Harry, snaking her arms down Hermione’s waist until she found her clit, pressing two of her fingers into Hermione’s slick folds. She pumped them furiously, causing Hermione to moan with desire.
Harry looked down at Hermione as she continued to suck him, impressed. Even with Emma doing all she could to distract her, she remained focused. He looked back at Emma, who gave him a wink as she tugged on Hermione’s plug.
Hermione’s eyes widened as she felt Emma behind her, slowly drawing the plug from her ass, wigging it side to side as she did. She bit back a moan of arousal as the plug left her ass, wondering why Emma was so hellbent on distracting her. ‘It’s just as bad as when Daphne and Astoria do it,’ she thought, wondering what Emma was playing at.
Emma pulled the plug from Hermione’s ass, setting it on the bed as she got up, and went to the nightstand. She reached inside, pulling out a double-ended dildo and a bottle of oil, before getting back on the bed behind Hermione.
Hermione felt a sense of relief as she felt Emma stop and move away, allowing her to focus on Harry once again, only to pause a moment later when she felt the bed move again as Emma got behind her, but didn’t reach out for her. She didn’t stop to ask her what she was doing, too caught up in trying to get Harry to forget about his rule.
Emma caught Harry’s eye as she slid her end of the dildo into her dripping pussy, looking down as it came to life, springing to attention. She opened the bottle of oil next, taking her time to coat the shaft of the dildo with the oil, marveling at all the sensations she could feel through it.
Next she poured the oil on the crack of Hermione’s ass, using her fingers to coat the rim of her ass before plunging a finger into Hermione’s depths, working it inside her. She smiled wickedly at Harry, his grin matching hers as she worked a second finger inside as she pumped them faster.
Hermione couldn’t help herself, groaning around Harry’s cock as Emma plundered her ass, the oil enhancing her pleasure even more as she shivered with anticipation.
Her eyes popped open as Emma removed her fingers, and something much larger took their place, slowly easing into her back door, and stretching her ass. It didn’t take long for her to realize it was a dildo, as Emma’s thighs slapped into her with hard, powerful strokes as she took her ass.
Loosing herself to the pleasure, Hermione let out a keening moan, her pleasure intensifying as Emma found her clit, pinching it as she plowed into her ass. She sucked Harry deeply as Emma slammed into her from behind, pushing her further onto Harry’s cock with each thrust.
Harry let out a groan, unable to hold back any longer as he felt Hermione hungrily suck on his cock. With a loud grunt, he came hard, coating the inside of Hermione’s mouth with his essence.
Emma was not far behind as she slammed her hips into Hermione’s ass, burying the dildo as deep as it would go as she exploded in ecstasy, “AWGAWD!!!” She screamed out, feeling the cum leave her pussy, re-directed by the dildo into Hermione’s ass.
Hermione slid her lips from Harry’s cock, swallowing down his cum with a groan, disappointed that Harry hadn’t let her cum. She slumped to the mattress, catching her breath as Emma lay on top of her, the dildo still buried in her well fucked ass.
“It’s not fair,” Hermione groaned, unable to contain her irritation this time. “Daphne isn’t right about everything. You can see how much better we are at this than we were before Harry. I’m sure we can fool the other covens. I know it,” she said with conviction.
Harry sat back, taking a deep breath as he recovered. He had hoped to have this conversation with Hermione later, but as he thought about it, he realized this could be the best time to get through to her. “It isn’t just about fooling them, Hermione. It’s more than that, and you know it.”
“What are you talking about?” Hermione said, trying to deny how she felt as Emma wisely remained silent, knowing she had to hear this from Harry.
“You love this,” Harry stated plainly. “You love when I take control, when I dominate you, and most of all, when you submit to me.”
“That’s not true,” Hermione tried to say, struggling to deny the feeling she got when she was wrapped up in Harry’s arms. How safe and cared for she felt.
“I don’t think you even believe that, Hermione,” Harry said, shaking his head. “After everything we’ve done, can you really go back to a normal relationship? Can it ever satisfy you the way Emma and I can?” He asked.
Hermione bit her lip, staring back and forth between Harry and Emma. She could see the desire in their eyes, the lust. It was the same way she looked at them. She felt her resistance and her stubbornness crumbling as she stared up at them. “I want to,” Hermione admitted in a small voice. “I wish I was ready, but I’m not.”
“…I think I understand Hermione,” Harry finally said, “come here,” he said patting his lap.
Hermione nodded, laying across Harry’s lap, feeling the warmth of his hand as he rested it on her ass.
“You’re afraid it won’t mean anything if you just say the words,” Harry realized. “I have to show you what it means for you to belong to me.”
Hermione could only nod as she turned her head to look up at Harry, unable to find the words to fully explain how she felt.
“Alright Hermione,” Harry said, bringing his hand down on Hermione’s ass with a sharp spank.
Hermione bit her lip as she wriggled on Harry’s lap, the sting of the spank blunted by the pleasure she felt as Harry held her.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Harry rained down a series of spanks on Hermione’s ass, turning it a rosy pink.
Hermione gripped the bedsheet tightly as Harry spanked her. She could feel herself get wet all over again as he continued to spank her. Harry hadn’t even touched her pussy, but the allure of her submission was enough to make her body tingle with desire.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! As the spanking went on, Hermione was forced to confront the part of herself that reveled in her submission. It felt so good to just let go.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Hermione felt Emma grip her hand as she ran her fingers through her hair, adding to the intimacy of their shared moment. The spanking having a greater effect on her than the last week of denied orgasms.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Harry continued to spank Hermione, realizing he had made greater strides in winning Hermione over today than at any time since they arrived at Daphne’s manor.
He leaned down and whispered into Hermione’s ear, “cum for me, Hermione,” knowing that he had finally found the right approach. She wasn’t ready yet, but she would be soon.
Hermione’s eyes shot open as she felt her orgasm wash over, never expecting Harry to allow it. “GAWADDD!!” she screamed out as more than a week of pent up sexual frustration was finally released. She shuddered through her orgasm, quickly followed by a second, and then a third orgasm, as she gasped for breath.
She felt her eyes flutter closed as she came down from her high, drifting off to sleep, held firmly in the arms of the man and woman she loved.
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The Real Wizarding World	By : jumpin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

The Real Wizarding World