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Chapter 49: Playful Planning

“Spontaneity is a good thing and fun at times, but I enjoy having some security and certainty in my life, and master knows how to mix it up to always be interesting.”– Fleur Delacour on the things she likes about her new life.

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Lela smirked as she carried Apolline through the Floo back to her home as the woman had been too worn out after her day apologizing and being the recipient of some of Nikki’s toys relentlessly having her orgasm for part of the day instead of the kept on edge state that Fleur had experienced. It had been one of the most satisfying days she had and would have only been better if Harry had been there to take them while those two watched. Still things were going swimmingly with the business and the expanding to carry Nikki’s toys at his sex shops as well as her outfits at there and his spas, and Lela found that almost as satisfying as having had the haughty stuck up Apolline tonguing her ass while arrogant brat barely kept from drowning from her flowing juices.

It had been fun especially bending the sexy woman over and trying the newest toys on her, and the way she so eagerly did what Lela wished because their mutual lord wished was almost intoxicating. As it was currently, Lela was going to be very happy with how her business was growing, and her girls were going to be very well taken care of physically, monetarily and career wise, but her master did have the intelligence to grow his family and businesses in a very useful manner. She had little concern about her master having the title of Marquis Noir as the club was one of her few indulgences in the past and most of her girls would enjoy time there if given the chance. Still being in the Delacour Chateau carrying the formerly condescending bitch after having made her service her after the woman had almost used her allure to make her submit to serving her utterly when she had visited, made Lela a very pleased woman who was going to ensure her girls had all the further opportunities they wanted such as Anne-Sophie who had been a very pleasant visitor during the day.

It was not that bad a thing for that darling to have managed to secure the greater patronage of Perenelle Flamel, and Lela didn’t begrudge her somewhat success even as her master would be training there, but the order that Anne-Sophie had placed in for the Flamel’s was going to make Nikki very happy crafting that many of her toys. She had little doubt that the cutie would have checked up on Harry or at least where they were staying to see them after their descriptions were so well. Nikki was busy dragging the lust sobbing Fleur with her now that the day had ended, while some of the other girls were keeping their turns at the store. It was a shame that Mari shopped after slumping into one of the seats to recover from the ravishing Harry had given her, but her purchases had been very nice selections, and Lela knew that rumors would propagate the clubs soon enough at the return of Marquis Noir.

Mari was a legend in the clubs that she had seen reveling in the hedonistic delights that their master’s club favored, and the state she was in when visiting showed that Harry had really been playing with her hard just as she loved to be. The brunet had been smiling as she recounted to the girls in the shop what Harry had been doing to her, and Lela had been intrigued by the swing as well as how giddy Mari was in having her hair braided and used as a leash, but the woman had been too spent to do more than to recline there after his session with her. She knew that Harry had stamina, but it seemed that it was too much even for a single witch as experienced in enduring massive amounts of stimulation to handle.

Looking over to where Antoine was passed out, Lela found it hard to believe that the premier intelligence officer of France would be rendered utterly drained as he was currently, but given that Harry could make them be sopping wet just thinking about him that wasn’t that strange. Mari had been very detailed on what she had felt from her beginning worshipping her master’s dick to her spent body hanging for a while after she was spent and unable to take another orgasm. It would have been amusing if Anne-Sophie had been there to hear what Harry had done to her, but she had gone off to show off the new toys on her mistress. Still Lela settled Apolline into bed with Antoine and made her way out where a horrible attempt at sneaking girl was waiting for her.

“Hello, I’m Gabrielle, but I get called Gabby a lot for some reason,” Gabrielle said looking curiously at the woman that had helped her mamma home. “Who are you? What did you do with mamma? Why do you smell like Harry and mamma?’

“I am one of Harry’s employees although servant or vassal might be more accurate, and your mamma was rude to me when shopping there and Harry wished her to make amends so she spent the day helping out until it left her quite spent,” Lela said as she congratulated herself on her answer before the third question registered and realized the quarter-Veela girl was likely somewhat aware of sexual things even though unlike she had heard in the colonies she hadn’t begun sexual relations with anyone let alone her family and friends. “As for why I smell of them both, we were playing and it does take forever for Harry’s scent to fade, but I expect you to know that from your mamma and sister. So what is it that you want, Gabby?”

“Papa fell asleep earlier and Mamma was out, and I have been so bored, can you tell me a story or something?” Gabby said before a long string of unintelligible words happened until she took a breath and looked at the disoriented Lela and tried to ask things properly. “You made mamma tired and it is good that she apologized, but I am bored now. I don’t feel tired or anything! I had lots of yummy things and then papa said he was laying down for a bit and I had some more!”

Lela tried not to let the horror on her face show, as it was apparent that the girl was very hyper and likely downed a lot of sugar, but there was hope so long as it wasn’t too bad such as getting into her parents coffee because Antoine tended to down some potent brews before starting the day from the gossip, and if that was the case then asking Harry for an all-day session was a given. Still if it was just a double waved sugar rush it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but the way she was bouncing about and moving was not filling her with hope. It was reminding her of a few of the muggle teens she had seen downing some sort of pills that were supposed to calm them down so they could focus when they didn’t have the right dosage, and the way that Gabby was looking about with an even shorter attention span than she had heard mentioned was a very bad sign for her.

“Of course I would be willing to tell you a story as well as play with you, baby girl, and it was a good thing that your mamma apologized so you best remember to be courteous to people even if you are one of the cutest girls I have ever seen. I did tire your mamma out, but playing is tiring eventually and you know that from your playing. Say what kind of yummy things did you have, Gabby?” Lela asked as she was starting to get the feeling that the young girl had devoured some serious amount of both sugar and likely caffeine to be this hyper. “I mean were they really sweet things that were yummy and what did you drink with them. Those kinds of things are important, but I promise not to tell your mamma, papa, or big sister that you likely were sneaking things that you are not supposed to before bed. You didn’t raid their private stashes of treats did you?”

“Yes, I did,” Gaby agreed and said proudly as she nodded her head at a delirious speed. “The cabinets were empty already, but mamma and sister had some really tasty ones stashed away. They tasted so good and I even have some of the packages since I was trying to find more of them. I washed them down with some of papa’s sweet drink, but it made me feel a bit giddy. Some of the candy did taste like that as well, and when I ran out of that warming beverage I looked for more as well!”

That sense of dread grew even more as Gabby took out what she shuddered at was only some of the wrappers of candy, and they were both expensive as well as very tasty with some almost being more potent than Pepper Up potion in its effects or overcharging an Enneverate in its effects, but some she had heard from Mari before was those that Antoine used in place of his potent coffee. His coffee was almost distilled caffeine and sugar with a smooth toffee flavor instead of the bitter coffees some favored, but inhaling as Gabby talked let her notice that the girl had also gotten into the more French Cafe style drinks one would find at a baristas. That particular concoction in this house could wake the dead almost literally with how stimulating it was almost rivaling prescription muggle drugs in that affect.

“You drank a lot of that drink, didn’t you?” Lela asked with a sigh as she ruffled Gabby’s head as the girl continued talking too fast to understand, and she was certain that Antoine would have words with Apolline when he woke in the morning. “A story doesn’t sound so bad, but I doubt after all that sugar and your papa’s morning drink that you are ready for a story just yet. So what do you want to do in the meantime, Gabby?”

“Let’s play!” Gabby chirped as she bounced about since it seemed that Lela was not going to force her to bed since she felt so awake currently. “Just remember that I want a story later. Oh! I also don’t mean to play like papa, mama, sister or Harry does even though grandmamma told me that is common in the colonies. I may be more Veela than sister is, but those impulses are not there yet even with this much tingling in my body.”

Lela relaxed at that as she worried how close to dead she would be if Gabby had taken after the pureblood Veela and that she would have been lucky to survive even though she suspected that Harry’s intense poundings would come close. Still it was soothing that she didn’t have to worry about crawling away from being pounded by a Veela girl that was hopped up on caffeine, sugar and lust. Well in a few years it would happen, and at least the mostly repressed fear that Gabby would have been more demanding than Apolline had been had come to mind, but Harry would at least be able to save her from that fate. Crawling into her store and admitting that she had been fisted and forced to service a mostly Veela girl would be humiliating, and Apolline had come close to drawing her submissive side out until Harry became her master.

Gabby smirked at her, and Lela was shuddering at wondering if it was true that the more Veela one was that they inherited a more… instinctive knowledge of sexual and sensual matters, but so far, it seemed that she would not have to worry about that even if it was likely a concern for her master in a few years. At least unlike her pure and colony raised cousins, Gabby was not fucking her mother, father, sister, and anyone willing and able to respond, but Lela was aware that Gabby at least had the empathic and sense of smell that seemed even stronger than her mamma’s was. What that meant was that Mari and Harry would likely have to permit her access to the club before she graduated from school, and that given the hero worship and crush that was evolving that Gabby would be more like Alice or maybe Anne in approaching beginning a sexual relationship even though the girl was currently eight for a human girl. Still it seemed that while her blood was stronger that circumstances would allow her not to almost rape herself to be attached to their most likely mutual future master.

“I will admit that is a relief, and Harry seems to have certain limits in what he will do to those younger than he, but it seems that he can get to be the big brother that he wanted to be for a few years yet,” Lela said with a more real smile even as she was feeling as if death had passed her over or at least her body being left humiliatingly used by someone so young and officially inexperienced. “So some games we can play before you get a decent story, and I have the feeling since you are bouncing about that they will be active games. I doubt you could sit still long enough for a board or card game anyways. How about we do some normal games, gabby?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Gabby said with an agreeing nod of her head, “but I have so many things to do still. You won’t have to baby the story since mamma didn’t not even the classics since there is a big difference between Sleeping Beauty didn’t get kissed instead she got pregnant and woke when the baby began nursing, and I do know that you, mamma, and sister are doing adult stuff with Harry, but you are older and such games are normal. This stuff is messing my mind up since you seem to be moving slow at times and I am feeling very slow and relaxed at others. I have never had a sugar rush like this before, but I am going to play even if an adult would find it embarrassing.”

Lela understood what Gabby meant with the stories even though it seemed Antoine, Apolline, Fleur and even Harry with his girls were upfront that they were playing, but they didn’t seem to use the more vulgar terms. Settling down into dealing with Gabby when the momentary calm ended as she began speaking again in a fast short attention span way that oddly make her think about a caffeine doped up squirrel, Lela was dragged through a number of childhood games that had very little patience, but at least it wasn’t house or the more likely to become sexual if her blood shifted. A number of the games such as roleplaying games would be easily twisted into some truly kinky things if it was Fleur she was playing with, but Lela was not a mother and fate seemed to render her difficult to become pregnant as well as having had a lack of suitable potential fathers, and Lela was not leaning toward muggle fertility methods to achieve that almost suppressed dream.

Playing normal games with Gabby was soothing in a way and bittersweet at others, but tag and similar running around games seemed to be the most common between the oddly mature moments where Lela suspected that the girl was channeling her inner Veela as well as the hereditary knowledge she had locked away. As she ran about the chateau, Lela contemplated what story to tell and there was a lot more available since she didn’t have to overly censor the stories as it seemed the muggles and more magicals now were doing. At least the Bard’s tales were not overly euthanized of the real morality plays, and the less said of that American studio that rendered things into twisted sugary sweet almost parodies of proper tales the better.

The sound should have woken Antoine, but Apolline had definitely been fucked to passing out into a very deep slumber as well as exhaustion, and Lela suspected that since she wasn’t a threat the wards were not awakening them. She almost felt for the terrorized House Elves, but at least none could be accidentally freed since the particulars of freeing an elf by giving them clothes required a conscious willful act with the intent of getting rid of something. Still the elves were popping out of the way until Gabby called them and began to drag them into the games, and then things began getting really surreal as the elves were often playmates for pureblood children, but some families helped condition the cruelty of their heirs by having them torment some lesser elves even as some families had their elves discipline in their master or mistress’s name. Both helpful playmate and parent’s eyes was a decent role for the little creatures, and the Death Eaters had mostly originally targeted non-purebloods as a House Elf could do some impressive magic especially when in defense of their family.

Eventually the elves popped away and the slightly sleepy Gabby was in her arms as Lela carried her to her bed and sat next to her to tell her a decent story. From the hint she gave her, Lela decided on a story similar to Sleeping Beauty by the Brothers and as asked it would not be sanitized for her age, which meant the realistic gore and other things would be left in the story. It had the mix of romance and violence that would appeal to Gabby and unlike the wizard’s tale of unrequited love that ended as bad as the British bard’s tragedies, it ended decently where things ended well if not for all. The just were rewarded and the overly cruel met their cruel fates, and it was long and exciting enough to have lulled Gabby to yawning with her eyes fluttering during parts even though she showed the same determination as her family by fighting off slumber until the tale was told.

“Now go to sleep, Gabby,” Lela said as she tucked the younger girl into bed as both her parents were dead to the world from exhaustion. “Your big brother Harry will be visiting again, and don’t worry about visiting my shop until you are ready for it. I might see about some things that Fleur and your mamma can bring, but most are designed for when you are older, ok?”

“Yes, Miss Lela,” Gabby muttered as she felt her body begin to drift off after burning her sugar rush out. “I will shop there when older, and I want my clothes to be ones Harry likes to see just like mamma and Fleur. I don’t understand why he likes it, but I probably will when I am older.”

“Exactly, baby girl, and those clothes are not for you just yet, but eventually you will want to wear them,” Lela said smiling as she realized that her girls tended to be past this point and none had decided to have children or bring them around yet. “Now sleep well, Gabby, and dream of happy things. Your mamma will see you in the morning, and Fleur will be back soon enough.”

Shaking her head after dealing with the giddy, young, yet naïve girl, Lela made her way back to the shop through the Floo since both Antoine and Apolline Delacour looked utterly exhausted. It had been interesting talking to a girl that was not yet obsessed with the more mature pleasures of the flesh and was still easily placated with platonic hugs, but she knew that with Fleur and Apolline as examples that eventually the young part Veela would be as sexually adventurous as her family. With the crush on their master, Gabrielle would be interested in sharing his bed as much as her mamma and big sister, and Lela could not blame her for that interest as she knew plenty of women that knew Harry causally or lusted after him as a celebrity that were interested in spending at least a night warming his bed. At the moment, her master could use having a younger sister to dot on when he was around, but it did mean that Gabby was unlikely to have a boyfriend or male lover at least that she didn’t compare to Harry or likely piss themselves after getting the protective older brother talk from him.

Stepping out of the floo into her shop, Lela saw Mari was slumped to the side ever since she had managed to endure some attention from her normally dominating mistress, but it had been a thrill to have Apolline servicing her instead of the other way around. The member of the club was chatting a bit with the shop girls as she recovered even as Lela could see she was checking out new toys to keep her busy especially since Lela had been informed that Mari was rising in the club scene to purchase more things for the club to use on members. Some were things that Lela likely would not enjoy having used on her, but she had planned to have Mari take some of Nikki’s toys to the club to try out and the boost in money would hopefully reach the point where Nikki could bribe her way to gaining the mastery she had long since earned if not recognized.

Mari had arrived earlier after managing to recover from the very exhausting session that their master had indulged with her willing body, and Lela squished down the irritation that the woman had hours of solo Harry time while her body was driven to orgasms and sensations that would overwhelm the more inexperienced woman. Nikki had talked with her while she had been busy with one last bit of fun with Apolline, and the girl had smirked as she had promised to drop Fleur off somewhere she could recover, but Lela suspected that she was either going to enjoy the girl all night or more likely bribe Harry with dropping the girl off so she could have her more thorough fun.

Mari had already mentioned some things and the idea of this unmet June looking like a slightly older Hermione was something that Lela found very interesting. It had been fun seeing Anne-Sophie again earlier, but she could not fault the woman for taking the advantage of the opportunity that the Flamel name would add to her own success, and it would have been nice for Nikki to have had that opportunity even though Harry more than made up for it. Unfortunately, Anne-Sophie would have to be careful with some of the things she had bought when she had come in earlier since they would have the side effect of changing her hair to a less mundane color that was a very dark purple almost black in appearance. It would look good on her, but Lela knew that the girl would enjoy the results rather much.

Still Paris and Marseille as well as the rest of France had been rather peaceful since the troubles in England had settled down a little more than a decade back, and not even that monster of a werewolf Fenrir Greyback had managed to cause any problems although rumors had him either in the less civilized or controlled Eastern European countries or in some of the more rural parts of the islands. His actions had set back the understanding amongst werewolves and other magicals by decades if not centuries, and Lela suspected that the man had his own plans since Harry had vanquished his master back then. There were werewolves in France, but like the rest of magical France, they were far more civilized to deal with than the brutish lot that Fenrir wished them to be, and that creature likely was slowly accumulating both the funds and personnel to create a werewolf conclave similar to the Veela colonies or other magical beings.

There were other kinds of werewolves out there, but they looked rather different in comparison more like a disfigured yeti than a werewolf should look, and Lela was grateful that other parties dealt with them. Grindelwald had his own plans for the other beings that walked the world, and his easily steered muggle cat’s-paw had been useful in removing the other magic users as the ministry had managed to steer the Inquisition and witch hunts from the magical world even if some muggleborns had been as easily removed by them as they had the arrogant muggle supremacists. Personally, she had little like of either the traditional pureblood elites or the embracing tendencies of those they called muggle lovers, but her opinions in that matter no longer had relevance as her master had decided to find a use for both sides to further his own goals.

After the creative things that Nikki had often improved on from muggle sex shops, Lela would be a fool to ignore the benefits and pleasures there, and she was no fool even if she enjoyed some foolish indulgences. Like anything else, it seemed that muggles came up with interesting alternatives to what they had used magic to do, and it would be nice to have alternatives even if Lela preferred the slower more relaxed pace that magical society moved in compared to the hectic and frantic rushing of their shorter-lived muggle contemporaries. The exception was the speed in sex and toys for it, but Lela was fairly certain that rushing was part of the reason so many of the muggles she saw died so quickly as they had burned out doing things, and while she knew her master was pressed for time at time with what he had to do there was the fact that he was never hurried in what he did.

“Hello, Mari, so Harry wants you to do something for him then?” Lela asked as she settled down to see the utterly sated woman still chatting even as she could see the heavy-duty oil restoring her overspent body and non-penetrative toys helping her relax. “I would have to say it looks like you spent more time with him today than you mentioned so far or did more strenuous playing than I thought you had done, but given your tastes that doesn’t seem to strange. Still considering that your membership at his club conditions the body rather well, I am surprised that you tired so easily with only a few hours long session, but I have to admit that my trip to drop Apolline off was very amusing.”

“How so was it amusing, and given the thorough ravishing that Harry gave me and it was more than a few hours long, but I have been talking about it so much since I got here, Lela, that it is understandable,” Mari said with a half lidded look of utter bliss and contentment from her days pleasures. “I will admit that I don’t normally feel this spent unless I go to the club and spend the night with a line, but he seems to be more than able to push my limits. Now considering I am still fucked senseless from when I got to be swinging for him, I ask again how was it interesting?”

“When I was dropping off Apolline it seems that your short bit with Antoine left him spent as he was sleeping when I got there, but their youngest was around and had some things to say that were rather amusing thinking back on it,” Lela said as she leaned against the counter as she contemplated a bit of turnabout with the less arrogant than Apolline yet more connected in the life than she was Mari. “Gabrielle is a bit innocent considering her heritage, but the funny things she knows that would embarrass Apolline as well as Fleur were funny to hear. Now you have gone on the pleasures our lord showed you earlier, and I can understand reminiscing as I do that frequently while most of the girls have yet to have the chance, but before you showed up we had a former associate who has been staying with our lord’s soon to be hosts at their home, the Flamels to be precise, visiting where I think the look of amusement with those two somewhat trained now by Harry part Veela worshipping her with their tongue including seeing the proud almost matriarch Apolline rimming her was very pleasing. Still Anne-Sophie visiting was nice and from the sounds of things likely see her somehow sharing our mutual sexual master at some point, and I have little doubt that even the normally difficult to approach let alone impress Perenelle might be interested if some of her gossip was any indication. You didn’t answer what Harry wanted from you Mari, but I guess if he had a few hours with some toys that it is no wonder that you are still having difficulty thinking clearly right now.”

“I suppose I have been a bit distracted, but as I said Harry is more than capable of pushing a woman to her limits and his ability to read a woman’s responses was very impressive, and I have little doubt that Antoine was recovering for a while even as Harry seemed to push my limits as I felt like a first timer who volunteered for being a party favor,” Mari said as she looked at Lela as the shared act did seem to remove their previous issues especially as Apolline’s earlier slights had finally been satisfactorily dealt with now. “Harry wants me to see about occupying a swinger while he plays with two delicious women a mistress and toy that looked rather gorgeous when I saw their pictures and Apolline did describe them as well. So I am taking one Vincent Granger to the club while Harry plays with his wife, and considering that she looks like a slightly older barely college graduate version of her daughter whom you have met, I have no problems with the plan even though I would like to see how the club reacts to the master being in the house. I have the feeling that Anne-Sophie likely decided to get more information on her mistress’s future guests, and I can’t say that I blame her as Harry does seem to draw the more beautiful and open minded lovelies to him especially those into our lifestyle.”

“Yes, he does seem to do that, but what would one expect especially with the required behavior to achieve his title as Marquis Noir, and must admit that I am looking forward to your night playing as then I should be able to have him in the shop again to fit his newest lovers with some more appropriate apparel,” Lela said as she for a moment wondered how long the somewhat child with the more inherited Veela knowledge would last before her heritage revealed such information and desires to her before dismissing it as a concern for the future that her master would be well prepared to handle when the time came. “Now speaking of apparel, I take it that you will want to impress this Vincent, and you do have an idea at least in how he looks. Considering that Hermione has mentioned that Harry does look somewhat similar as well as how any girl originally views prospective men and compares them to her closest male relations, I expect that he looks somewhat dashing and in the absence of his father that Vincent has been at least an older brother to almost father figure for our so delightfully dominant master.”

“True there is the fact, and he does look rather nice from the pictures, but I wasn’t in any shape to do more than get a look at him before stopping here,” Mari said even as she felt a bit better from the time to recover from her earlier exhaustion while the soothing efforts of the staff helped her recover. “All of that, and I can say that taking him to the club will not be a burden even though I do think I could use a new dress to show off in while there. Something almost decadently in its sensuality, and very accessible for playing is the kind of dress although a traditional little black dress basis might be nice as you can never go wrong with it. Besides, I do need to acquire some toys for the club, but it seems that Nikki isn’t here right now.”

“How unfortunate for you, but there are some already that you can buy, and I suppose considering that our businesses have a mutual owner now that some arrangements can be made for you to test out some of the toys for the club,” Lela said as she looked at the most assuredly ravished woman as even the more potent form of salve was barely reducing her tenderness from the extremely intense session with their mutual lord. “As for a new dress, there is this little black dress that can become as revealing as being in a nice mesh body stocking except it doesn’t cling to the legs and is tied up the sides. I think it will look positively sinful on you, but you had better not need that dress today since I doubt you could do more than layback and smile at this point, and having been on the receiving end of our lord giving me one hell of a fucking, I find that completely understandable. Nikki is dropping Fleur off, and she does like to see how someone enjoys her creations, but I think you should start with telling me what you want for the club because I have the feeling she will be out for a while since you likely haven’t seen a part Veela with female blue balls. It is a sight to behold and I have the feeling that when she does have her orgasmic release that it will be a doozy. Now Harry suggested Nikki trying to replicate a toy one of his playthings has been asking to be stocked at his shop, and if it is half as good as I hear it will be almost more wowing than the tickler.”

“Now that sounds fun once I can handle more stimulation, and it is at least going to be a day before I can handle more than a gentle petting with how worn out I feel, but it was definitely worth it,” Mari said as she looked over to where some of the little black dresses were on display. “Now as I can barely move and will need to be helped to Floo home, do you think that hottie over there with purple hair would try on the dress you described? I know I will want to try it on, but I need a bit more soothing to move again as I still feel that my body numb from the session I had with him. It was worth it and there is no denying that even if I feel my ass and pussy are sore while my mouth thankfully isn’t as parched or I would be barely whispering from how fun that was as well. Still I never asked her name, but considering that I know he will wish that the ladies here will have access to the club and when he gets those heavenly sounding spas set up here there as well, I will get to know you a bit more later since the club likes to be a close nit group outside of the fun except for the troublesome sort that would bother us for embracing our freedom and enjoying the pleasures available.”

“I suppose that is a good idea since I know that Harry would appreciate our being happy and content while also being productive and successful,” Lela said as she plopped down near Mari and smiled at the purple haired recently joined employee before the girl stripped and showed off the gorgeously translucent black micromesh dress even as one of her less frequently available girls as she was trying to get a degree in fashion on the muggle side began distracting her as her head slipped under her open and panties uncovered dress before her lips pressed to hers. “Now that feels good Beatrice as I can see your tongue is in even better shape, and I hope your lessons with Celine will help us break into the muggle side of fashion and finally crush those amateur prudes at Burning Desires, while I must admit that Tiffany looks wonderful in that dress, but Linda would look even more sultry in it. Still I can see you in it except that you would definitely need a sexy pair of panties and bra in case you accidentally shift it in public. You really should wear that Linda when you are done helping Mari relax, and it is kind of nice that it is slow tonight, but I suppose the outfits being sent to the spas have been raking the galleons in, while Nikki’s toys are going to really become big even before I expect the club to offer some for more than rental for members to take home, Mari.”

“I know that the club has been interested in more things and muggle ones have the tendency to short out in magical areas of when a more mature witch orgasms just right, but I expect that Nikki will be able to take the designs and have them run off of magic while keeping the mechanical bits working,” Mari said as she leaned into Linda’s caresses as she watched Tiffany with her purple hair look so arousing that even though her body was spent she was tempted to flip the dress up and bury her face in her folds as Beatrice was doing to Lela. “I am sure that Tiffany wouldn’t mind trying on some various black panty sets so we see how they look on her, but with her hair other colors would look marvelous on her. In the meantime, I think starting with at least a few of Nikki’s toys of each type will be a good start, and maybe have Nikki there with a booth to see about selling some there while Linda might make a good model, and if Beatrice is studying under Celine then we might be more willing to have her original designs than the slightly prudish for the club ones from that store. Now I think I am going to take a bit of a nap while Linda keeps that up until I fall asleep, and in the meantime, I think sending the girls to the next best spa until his are opened will be a good gesture on my part. Just don’t tell me what you were talking with Gabrielle about as I worry she is going to be more precocious than her mother or sister at this rate. Thankfully he has the will not to be so easily jumped as we have been, but in a few years I doubt he will be surprised to find her sneaking into his bed.”

“Considering our conversation I don’t find that surprising,” Lela said before looking at Tiffany who had slipped on a very nicely complimenting pair of panties and bra before sliding the dress back into place. “Now I think we will see what selections look nice on Tiffany and when you are recovered see if they look good on you with your different textures. Still Black does look good on anybody, and no I don’t just mean how our Marquis Noir looks covering us, but I do hope to get him here when more of you darlings will get a chance to experience his very enjoyable attentions.”

Mari mumbled as she started to drift off from Linda’s not quite professional massage, and Lela smiled at the way her family was growing especially as she was well aware that Harry provided far more opportunities for them than she could have done, but even Anne-Sophie seemed sad to have moved on and likely would want to visit more. Still Nikki would be a Rune Mistress officially soon enough, and Beatrice would definitely be able to crush those prudes at that store, but they were well established and crossed into selling in both societies so would be difficult to dominate. She had shopped there in the past, but Lela had found their styles less progressive at the time, and now they were only a bit less progressive since the muggle fashions were more revealing than the magical ones especially outside of France. At least the younger generation was trying to not be as prudish as the recent purebloods in Britain where they seemed to have become some twisted more repressed version of the muggle Victorian era, but so far the attempts to turn witches there into only breeders and whores had failed, and Lela had enough ears to know that some parties had been trying to create a system where witches were sold as chattel again.

It had never been that bad for the most part and at least witches had managed to have the independence that muggles women only recently had, and the magical societies were a bit more progressive when it came to other divisions save magical and non-magical most places. The wand had been an equalizer for the magicals oddly similar to the American’s belief that the gun had granted even greater equality. She had heard the quote about Sam Colt, god and guns, and it was oddly a parallel in that without wands most magic took longer to use and physical strength had become less important in comparison. There were old magics and rituals that didn’t take hours to perform or minutes to cast, but the wand allowed spells almost at modern firearm speeds from duelists, and she had kept up on those issues even though gun restrictions were almost as humorous to her as the shift in the British. They used to believe that every gentleman was required to carry a blade especially for defense, and this century they seemed likely to arrest people for carrying even ordinary knives where one used to carry their blade for both eating and defense for centuries.

Still, Lela could admit that live was looking brighter especially if her master could take time to have her hang around his office even though she did hope to maybe live in his dungeons eventually. It would be glorious even though since he was in school there was less chance that he would find someone to craft a trunk with an expanded room for a dungeon, but it would be so fulfilling to let her own fantasy in being suspended and always available to be fulfilled. As she waited for Mari to recover from what sounded like it had been hours of sexual bliss that their master had granted her, she was left wondering what Harry had been up to after leaving her in such a state, while also wondering what Nikki would do while dropping Fleur off since she had not been dropped off at the chateau.

Nikki likely would be doing something with the girl that had been aching in need of orgasm from her punishment, and Fleur wouldn’t be that bad a sales girl if she learned to control her aura, but Lela would have to ask her owner to employ her at the shop. Apolline had been in a similar situation when she had gotten lost, and it was her fault for forgetting the lessons she had learned as a young girl and woman, but she had at least not been a flower girl. So easily did people forget about that somewhat scandalous trade, but they had been able to pass for virgins while still earning enough to survive especially with the two wars as well as the previous unrests in the country. Apolline had missed that fate, but her mother had not as Lela had learned, and it was only luck that she hadn’t been sold as a whore when both had been lost. It had been a less pleasant era under the surface, and the British seemed to be heading to that or worse where one might auction off a woman’s virginity after having her as a flower girl before moving her to a full prostitute especially one that was little more than a slave in name.

Still, it was not her concern at the moment, and that particular little black dress would be popular at the club even though it was still too revealing for the muggle masses let alone the poor prudes Harry had to deal with until he could get around the need for his OWLS at the least, but with the Delacours and his own resources even Headmistress Olympe Maxime would not be able to resist. At least unlike Durmstrang, Harry likely would not need to curse her if he chose to transfer out of that madhouse in Scotland, but if some of Mari’s mutterings were accurate, Marquis Noir had Isla Black that could eventually be considered an independent country with its own school despite the rumors that a number of the inhabitants had been acquired from a wandering scion of the family who had been a Piper that had gotten his just vengeance at being stiffed by some arrogant muggles.

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Panting with exhaustion and feeling almost drained physically from his recent activities, Harry lay back on the bed with his girls snuggling around him, while he recovered from Hermione and the girls demonstrating what June had taught them after her heart to heart with her daughter. He hadn’t thought the sudden increase in their techniques were possible, but somehow June had taught them tricks on how to move and what to say to maximize their oral skills, and they had each demonstrated until he filled their bellies. Before taking him in their mouth after that, he watched as they demonstrated the techniques for eating each other’s pussies that had also been demonstrated, and his lips were glistening as he had been demonstrating his version on them, which technically cheated with his superior experience in Parseltongue drove them to drench his face.

Hermione was snuggling next to him and his hand was one holding her to him and the other running along her arm draped over his body. Fleur and Apolline would still be at the shop, and Lela had sent a message that had made him rise up for Hermione to demonstrate the muscle control exercise her mum had taught her. In short the two haughty women had been required to not only orally please Lela’s pussy and ass, but her shop girls as well got to experience the two women apologizing with their tongues, and the breaks were spent with them swallowing pussy juice and having Nikki’s newest creations unleashed on their bodies. They would not be moving until morning from that, and Antoine would be happy that his wife would not almost fuck him to death, but Apolline would have her ravenous libido sated without leaving him gasping and crawling.

“So I would say my talk with mum went well since we learned a lot you enjoyed, but she was a bit shocked when Dora was demonstrated on, and she said you gave better oral than mum,” Hermione said as she nuzzled her head against his warm firm chest. “I think that made her more determined to feel your tongue inside her, and you will have to fit that in before we go to the Flamels next. Unfortunately, I believe that after you give her your usual mind frying tongue lapping that mum will practically pull you into her pussy unless she is too sore at the time. I do think that I will want to see it, and that mum will have aunt May there as her blindfolded relief pet, but I doubt you will get out without fucking both of them if not both their pussies and ream their asses but at least their mature cunts. Mum did say that a little profanity and wordplay could help get all of us worked up more.”

“Well the more extreme and graphic your words, the more it made every one of us aroused with the sheer depravity of the acts described, and I think part of that was that you submissives like being forced or at least coerced to do things, but you will have to admit that finding things to push your comfort limits does seem to make you pets come harder,” Harry said as his right hand held her to him gave her ass a squeeze as Hermione traced his chest with her right hand instead of teasing his cock because she was too sore to take anymore now. “I do agree that June will have a hard stopping, and we have had difficulty stopping before, but third time was not the charm as there was the station, that day at the beach while you girls were getting cleaned up, and before we left there was some mutual fun. She went to join May and Vincent in the shower, and it turns out that they had been having some outdoor sex when June went to check on us while I was busy with Fleur. As it is, June admitted after I left her covered that they tended to engage in an even more open almost swinging fun when they are on vacation, but they limited themselves when you were along since they didn’t want to cause you trauma. Considering that it seems almost a certainty now and you had no problem as well as were tempted to place my dick in her pussy at the station, I don’t seem to want to dwell on that when there are other things to talk about, but I think taking June to Lela’s shop afterwards would be appropriate.”

Hermione considered what her master said and moved her hand instead to his stomach feeling the muscles under his skin, and she knew that Harry felt her affection to her master as her body was glistening and spent, while feeling utterly satisfied from riding her master until she couldn’t take anymore. She listened to his soothing heartbeat while his warmth made her feel wonderful even as his hand felt so comforting just holding her ass. Nothing he said had bothered her, and her mum had told her more of her sexual history, but none of them had admitted to masturbating while they watched her mum and daddy fucking so naughtily. The tips and tricks had allowed them to increase their master’s pleasure, and the ones for cunnilingus had been demonstrated on each other with Hermione and Dora demonstrating on each other while Alice and Anne had did the same, but her mum had just smirked slightly when they switched so she was with Anne and then Alice. The jokes about kissing cousins had been made at their expense, but despite how arousing inhaling her mum’s scent was, Hermione was not ready for that step even though she wanted to watch her master’s first time fucking her mum and have her mum see if not her first than her first post tips fuck of Harry.

“You are right that there are other things to talk about, Harry, but I think that is mostly because I doubt I or the rest can get it up for a while as you really wore us out, master,” Hermione said as she traced pictures on his stomach before their and his sigils. “So, I suppose we could talk about the Flamels since we are going to be there in a few days at most, or maybe the Li’s as I suspect based on what you said that Zhu will be almost as overwrought as mum is and just as desperate to have you fuck her into submission even though she seemed so determined to be in charge. I have to admit the possibilities of their libraries and what things we can learn is almost intoxicating in the unknown, but I know the rest of us will want to see what libraries you have now as well. Still I would think that Nick would have more information on one of our problems considering that the Headmaster studied under him for a time, and alchemy does seem like it will be useful to fulfill your ambition, my lord.”

“It does have a good chance as Voldemort was seeking the stone to give him a body from what I discovered, and Quirrell did die as Nick said while that confrontation might allow some of our supposed peers to lose their view of him as invincible and good except for the supposed evil Slytherins that is,” Harry said as he felt Hermione’s caresses almost making him purr in pleasure, and he was feeling certain that his inner animal was some sort of cat yet he felt even more himself when he was in the air. “I don’t know why they are considered evil with Ronald being so vocal about it, but with Malfoy being the loudest that we see spouting what one would at first glance believe was a common ideology, and the fact that Voldemort was a Slytherin that they get such a reputation when their defining characteristics are not evil just easily lead to corruption and deceit unto destruction. Ambition is not evil, but when is willing to do anything one becomes corrupted in their obsession to achieve their ambition, and I could have gone that way slaughtering anyone to achieve my goal. Cunning likewise is not evil, but when one goes beyond limits of their own ethics to achieve their ends, then that is the time that people lose any restraint in the methods they use and deceive more than necessary. It would be like telling June that she did not see you girls going down on each other, but dwelling on Voldemort and the idiocy Quirrell supposedly dwelled on as Nick let me snag his eyes for Night to eat.”

Harry let the memories that Night had transferred appear in his mind before letting them float in front of Hermione’s eyes. As Quirrell had sat in front of the Mirror of Erised slowly dying of dehydration and starvation, he had muttered, as had the possessing and entranced Voldemort’s spirit, about the philosophy that he had become enthralled in the belief of the absolute value of power above any morality or ethics. There is only power and those who seek it, echoed in both their minds even as Quirrell began to resemble a dehydrated victim in the desert while his depleting magic tried to sustain his body. It flew in the face of moral absolutism, which held that things were always right or wrong by denying any value being right, but Harry and his pets were more moral relativism where they believed that context affected the morality of the situation.

They were in part trying to define their beliefs, which was what teenagers did, and their actions had to be justified to themselves in some way. People tried to justify their choices and their actions to themselves, and even the previous Dark Lord Grindelwald had justified his actions with his platitude of the ‘Greater Good’, but some actions were not so easily justified as some would believe. Hermione had yet to make the final step to the cause, but she had been there enough to easily be considered an accessory, and she had caused severe trauma to the few victims when she was near. She knew that Harry had decided Dora would be the one to off Lucius when his idiocy became too great, but she did not know who her victim or target as she thought would be. It would have been nice if Quirrell could have not committed suicide from his actions, and it was not likely that his replacement would be anywhere near as bad, but it did seem as if there as a curse on the position. Still it would be nice if the saboteur that Dumbledore picked to make the light sided and muggleborn students weaker would be guilty of a sufficient act to be deserving of being her first true kill. Hermione didn’t hope for it even if she was planning on searching for something more than the opportunities that Alice and Anne took advantage of dropping in their lap.

Harry didn’t have to focus to hear all of those confusing thoughts, but it instead passed over with the skin contact easier, and he was wondering what her deliciously intelligent mind would come up with. Within a few years, Harry knew that they would have to take courses on philosophy and ethics to complete their education. Many people didn’t think or realize that every field of study should have courses of ethics in their respective fields outside of medical and not cheating customers, but it helped one know how they related to people and did business with them. Harry considered himself to be a highly ethical if not exactly moral person, and he looked out for his situation as well as his responsibilities to his employees, family, customers and communities.

“So you know his philosophy and from Nick you will get a much clearer picture on the real man instead of the Defeater of Grindelwald, so those two factions can be deal with, but the ministry is hopelessly corrupt; however, your votes and influence there can be used to use the corruption of the system to you own benefit,” Hermione murmured as she began to snuggle and move in his caressing arm and her hand began to trace lewd pictures. “You can always ask Amelia about it, or should I say see what Amy will tell you when we meet up with her at Nick’s home. The letters with our supply list shouldn’t come until mid-August, but it might be when we are with Su, and I don’t know if that would be a good thing. Still according to McGonagall when she visited me, the list normally comes about two weeks before the train, and September 1^st is a Tuesday of all things which makes no sense to me, but schedules do not always make sense.”

“I think it was buried in Hogwarts: a History, but I believe the letters are addressed by an auto quill, and it is sent without being seen by any of the staff so that wouldn’t reveal where we are,” Harry said as he tried not to shudder with the rekindling desire that Hermione’s teasing caused and that was before he noticed they were almost erotic pictures of his girls and some that were interesting that they knew. “Otherwise they would have had questions on where I would have been if the Dursleys had their way, but then again normal kids play anywhere so unless it is addressed to where you sleep then it would not make much difference. Something to do in the long term, as I would like to prevent anyone having a childhood as I did or go through what Anne or even Alice did. You were wondering who I would pick, but it would be someone like that who violated such bonds of trust as Alice did with Anne’s tormenter. Unfortunately, Snape is too obvious to remove, and I wish to complete my ambition and let Lily decide his fate as he was once supposedly her friend.”

“I suppose even if they were not as close as us that perhaps it is more close towards how we were before in how they were, and the idea of such a betrayal is so vile and cruel a thing to do,” Hermione said as she tried to imagine what it would be like, and she didn’t notice that Harry was picking up on her distressed nightmare of his sending any of them away. “It is a shame we can’t maim him before Lily gets her chance to exact her retribution, but I know it will be properly horrific to behold yet beautiful as well, and I know that even if my mum is almost desperate after our talk to be with you that ordinarily anything a boy in my life did to hurt me would bring her and daddy’s wrath upon them. After our talk, I guess we discussed how similar we are by nature, and yet I haven’t admitted to you, Harry, my master, my love, my lord, and my world, that the thought of being spurned for some failing is almost terrifying.”

The distress Harry picked up before was nothing compared to the naked raw horror that Hermione felt at the hell that her life would be without him in it, and with that obvious consequence, Harry knew he would never send any of them away from him, but that his resolve to limit the number of permanent women in his life had been the right decision. They had been rather sexually consumed on the vacation as his girls seemed to revel in it as well as unwind from all the stress that built up while he had been out of their sight, and that only made him wonder how worse off Amy, Su and Han would have been if he hadn’t visited them for lunch that day, but how was Su, Zhu and Mei-Li dealing he wondered. Su and Mie-Li would be dealing with it better as Mei-Li had experience and Su had almost an iron will as he in her serving as he in his command over himself and others, but Zhu had been according to Su a very dominant acting woman who had submitted to almost no one before. Their communications had been infrequent, and he suspected that Su was focusing on serving and only the important matters in her letters.

Thinking on the trouble of communicating with people quickly and efficiently, Harry realized he really should get those mirrors duplicated, and maybe when they were at the Flamels there would be some archaic yet useful forgotten means of communication more secure than normal letters or at least faster, but other methods would free Night up for more clandestine deliveries. June had mentioned more than vanilla or ordinary relationships when she gave Hermione the talk, and it had included at least passing references to alternate lifestyles including the types that resembled their current not harem. It seemed that the book on true relationships between dominants and submissives was more accurate than he had thought, and Hermione was not just orbiting in his presence, but basked in it as a flower in the sun. Considering the difference in how long they had been friends before taking in the time it was just them at Hogwarts, Harry was certain that Alice and Anne had reached a similar stage before he had realized it, and if they hadn’t had each other things would have been worse beyond their attempts to lead him to going further before he had been ready.

His libido this year had been making him almost feel out of control at times, and he needed that sense of control in his life, but he would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that the passions and pleasures had helped him become less likely to become worse than his two hated antagonists to his health, happiness, and future. The train ride had been for mutual pleasure and unwinding since they had battened down for exams, and he had spent plenty of time relieving stress for the girls and found his own pressures relieved in doing so, but despite how far ahead they were there was the fact that Penny had been so worked up in her worries that he had been lucky to move for her exams. Most of Ravenclaw seemed like driven to succeed through intellectual means with the exception of Cho Chang and he didn’t enjoy her little group, and Su had told him of the disagreements their two families had, but the Li’s almost always crushed the Chang’s when they interacted. Sure, there were other families that both competed with just like the Potters and Blacks competed with families in Britain, but nothing was as simple as it seemed. Focusing on his first lover and right hand pet, Harry began projecting comfort as he moved to allow Hermione to physically feel his comfort without being obviously sexual or arousing as he could feel her sex was too sore against his leg, but still using the heat from his leg to soothe the overuse she had done. Once Hermione let him move after snuggling, Harry knew he would have to massage and oil them before letting them sleep for the night, but he was grateful his libido was actually spent for a time since they needed rest.

“Some of what we talked about, you wouldn’t want to hear, but, sir, I did tell her some things that would explain how sure I am of things culminating soon,” Hermione spoke after he began to run his hand comfortingly along her body easing and preventing her from sobbing at her greatest fear, and he also held her formerly tracing right hand in his hand and tried to convey to his pet his comfort with gentle soothing caresses. “I told mum about the usual rules on the age of consent for magicals and witches in particular to be with men, and I also told that Apolline had been so deferential because you had achieved your ascension thus similar to an emancipated minor, but I will admit that when I told her the lower age of consent that she stopped resisting some of her impulses. Dora telling her that you were better with your tongue than mum was as she worked through most of the tricks she knew has only firmed her resolve for you to grant her that pleasure, but with the knowledge that you, I and Dora are legal that she will want to feel you inside her as well, and I also think she is wondering how we haven’t fucked yet. I didn’t admit it, but your tongue did managed to both make us want to go further before and satisfy us enough to last as long as we did.”

“You didn’t lie to June, pet, but you did imply how things were before, and I think your mum is thinking that you plan for it sometime during our vacation as it would make sense for normal teenagers and you will officially be one soon enough to count in her mind,” Harry said making her consider his words as her master tried to steer their discussion from sexually arousing things because he knew she was utterly worn out there to play. “June probably read some of those trashy romance books you have, and most culminate for summer romances that way with some climactic romantic love making, but we were friends first all of us outside of the physical relationships between us which normally has other influences. I think our doing normal things this vacation was nice, and the museums were not as boring as most our age would feel, but I do have some normal male desires besides feeling lovely darlings snuggling against me. There is something about the comfort of warmth that soothes a primal sense of security.”

Hermione relaxed as she listened to his voice, and she had the feeling that he was about to explain some things far better than those hopelessly inaccurate women’s magazines her mum had called useless junk. She had been told the one time she bought one they had both laughed about what was in them, and her mum had wondered if the women on that staff had even talked to a man let alone tried some of the tips and tricks in pleasing and attracting men. It was about as useless as some discussions about sex were where they pushed purely one side of the matter, and Hermione could see where both sides came from, but she would stop being with her master when her cold dead body was incinerated and her ashes scattered to the four winds. Sure, it sounded less impressive than that American actor did about his guns, but as she had told her master, Harry was her world and it would be like waking up without the sun one morning before the planet cooled and she froze to death. Still warmth was nice, but fire should be respected, as it could like any other tool hurt as well as help.

“Further honing my necromantic flames does soothe my inner pyro, and while you weren’t there, dealing with that traitor did help relieve some of the more unpleasant urges,” Harry spoke as she felt the heat of his body around her warming her making her feel protected. “It seems odd that there are these urges to destroy, but without destruction there can be no creation as space must be made for the new. Still fire is beautiful in its destructive potential and inspiring when it seems captured like candles or bonfires even when with just a slight shift it could become a destructive wave of hungry consuming inferno. I know I am glad most people don’t seem to understand how easily they could cause problems with or without magic, and I dread what life would have been like if Dudders had the ability to start fires without the thing she normally nicked to use. Just that alone would have been enough to cause the bullying ass to shit himself.”

He was right about fire being easily created, and even the piss poor imitation of their fire the terrifyingly destructive Fiendfyre was easy to create, but it was almost impossible for the weak minded or easily distracted to control. Thinking back, it was amazing that they hadn’t found Anne cackling as she burned people alive, but she did seem less restrained in her kills than the rest of them did, but that was because she had been pushed far too much with her abuse leaving part of her forever childish. Dora had broken when she had succumbed to embracing her sexuality, but Hermione knew she was only slightly twisted although it was similarly to how her mum was that it might be just hereditary. Passion was like fire and could consume as well as help, but she couldn’t fault her mum for wanting a go considering the chemistry between them was so similar just like her and Alice with their master. Honestly, she had expected Penny to crack before he had made it to her family’s home, but there was a difference between being Harry’s Girl and Harry’s girl.

There were plenty that were not exactly groupies of her master, but considering he had essentially out of necessity and his nature become the leader of his peers, while stomping Dudley’s pathetic gang of juvenile delinquents at every opportunity. Harry was a twisted kind of chivalrous and managed to do so in a way that made anyone objecting out of notions look like an idiot, and Hermione knew that her master had enjoyed some women that had lusted after him since possibly before they met that summer and would in the future, but she was aware that they were likely as close for such a short time as they would get as they were unlikely to become anywhere as closely bound as they were. Penny was the only one she knew off hand, and even her mum would be more when the opportunities presented itself as well as meeting her own submissive needs. Her daddy did keep her mum happy, and she knew that they were not exclusive mostly bringing in playful women both could enjoy, but occasionally her mum needed to be dominated completely. It had been a strange discussion that day, but Harry could do that as he had dominated Apolline and Fleur and Veela tended to be the sexually aggressive type.

Men were a contradiction at times where they were by nature driven to create and destroy; although, focusing those instinctive impulses in societally acceptable manners was a difficulty with modern society getting odder at times. Hermione was also confused by conflicting messages sent to her peers and younger about how to interact with them as modern feminism seemed to spite gentlemanly behavior while also insulting them for wanting the classic knight in shining armor. Sure historically the knight might claim the maiden which could be unwanted, but which was worse the outwardly prudish Victorians or the sexually promiscuous Hippies recently. She was glad at least part of her teenaged drama was alleviated as potions did prevent against disease and pregnancy while the sex did wonderful jobs in keeping her from being a frazzled haired high strung compulsive rule following authority worshipper. She likely would be worse than Percival appeared in being an ass kisser if it had been the teachers that had interfered in removing her tormentors instead of her now master.

She held his hand and squeezed back as her master’s eyes were closed and he was likely seeing the visions of what he could do to the Dursleys when he had the chance. The urge to destroy them as thoroughly as he was going to crush Lucius Malfoy for his actions against Cissa and others was slowly being pushed down by other urges he had. Hermione understood that they had hurt him even if not for a long time, and there was still retribution due to them for what they had done. Even her relatively less violent impulses had been tempted to skin the fat fuck alive for what he had done, but at least it had been years since they tried anything, and if they did she knew her master would beat them to within an inch of their lives, heal them with agonizing methods, and then repeat until the lesson sunk into their biased ignorant heads. Still as destructive as her lord was, he had created them as they were now, and Hermione liked how she was most of the time, but with her mum’s support and her daddy almost adopting her lover as his son there was the fact that her life was going to be pleasant with only some moments of complete nightmarish violence dealt out to those that threatened their happy if kinky lives.

“Right sorry about that pet, but there are times when the want to destroy something offensive or just because does pop up, and certain people will be wishing that the anticipation of the acts were not making it more creative,” Harry spoke as Hermione just listened and felt the sense of satisfaction at creating and building something with his own hands. “ Moving on to the more often considered socially acceptable acts of crating, building, and repairing things, I did spend most of the time going over my new assets and seeing how to use them as well as the oddly familial relation with my employees than most businesses take nowadays did occupy some time. Expanding my businesses, which my meeting with Antoine earlier also did meet the building urges that Dudley hogging and then discarding such toys had stifled, but I also enjoyed when your daddy and I were working on his bikes even if I am not a complete gearhead. Now I will admit that working with my hands on them is therapeutic even though I normally ease that urge with my hands in other ways, but you already know and enjoy those exertions. I do plan on building some bikes with Vincent, and it is probably good for my mental health to have more male friends since my situation tends to complicate any relation with a woman with sex. Is it wrong that I see rebuilding my godbrother into something other than a shy timid easily cowered boy as a project similar to restoring that bike with your daddy, Hermione?”

“I don’t think so master, and Neville does deserve more than being the token near squib in how he is treated. Besides, women do tend to take similar projects to improve their friends; although, it does normally mean shopping and wardrobe rebuilding to get him cleaned up,” Hermione said as his hand felt so good in hers while she dreamed of how happy it would make her master. “It probably doesn’t help that his gran is so domineering and tries to mold him to be a physical as well as mental clone of her essentially gone son. I am not sure, but I think he mentioned his wand was his father’s wand so I doubt it is a good match unless Ollivander was wrong about that fact. There is more to it isn’t there, sir?”

“You are right that there is more to it than that, and Neville had a bad accident when his parents were attacked, but the perpetrator got away with using the Memory Charm on him since he showed signs that he had been hit by the Cruciutus as an infant,” Harry said before leaning over and kissing her lips softly. “Ollivander is right about matching wands, but his wand choses the wizard is inaccurate for the most part. A wand that matches is a perfect focus while the core resonates with your magical signature like a perfectly fitting handle grip. The choosing is more the material matching personality and the connection is more like a familiar bond that grows with time. Neville may be his father’s son, but I am no more the perfect double of James as Neville is for Frank, and the only one that seems to think so is Snape. Now hush, pet and let me just enjoy this time as that man always puts me in a mood. This vacation has been remarkably relaxing, but the rest will be equal parts hard work and hard play.”

Hermione did as her master commanded and was quiet for a time even as her body and being reveled in being close to him since the time at her parents had been equal parts happiness and sadness. He was right that the vacation was relaxing, and they had mostly done less than they normally did on a given day, but that would be changing when they got to the Flamels and would continue at Su’s home. The quiet in his embrace was nice, and she could feel his warmth soothing her aching body as she had gone overboard demonstrating the techniques and so had the others. Her mum had given her some truly kinky, nasty and dirty tips in how to blow his mind when blowing him, and Dora had demonstrated muscle clenching after June had showed her how. Her mum had been a bit upset when Dora had told her that Harry had done a better job at eating her out, but the promise that their master would show her how his tongue could cave their brains in personally seemed to calm her down.

They had admitted that Harry wasn’t a virgin while leaving their own states for debate as the toys she had in her toy box could effectively render her for all observable purposes no longer a maiden. Practice was the key, and Fleur was helping Harry practice to be a very good lover, but it had been difficult not to brag how good he used his endowment to fuck them senseless when her mum had offered to give him some more practice. Hearing how close she had come to doing so already had been an eye opener. It had been interesting that her master could resist when he felt her warm wetness on his aching dick, but his respect for telling her and both his mum and her master’s respect for her daddy had soothed both their frustrations. Her mind thought on Harry talking both to her daddy and Fleur’s daddy today, but something was bugging her, and she had the distant feeling of anticipation that didn’t come from her body. The niggling in the back of her mind made her decide to break the silence her master had asked for because she had to know, and it would be worth the punishment to soothe the urge and need for an answer to it.

“Master, I have been wondering something while we are on our vacation, and I know that we couldn’t bring Trick or Trouble due to pet policies, while Night runs courier duty; although, possibly we could have brought Mischief since Mischief looks like a dog, but where has Kiki been during all of this as I thought she was worse at impulse control than Anne is?” Hermione questioned as it had been troubling her for a bit, as they had not been out of sight until this summer for more than school day hours. “I can get the general feel of the rest as they are hunting and feeding I think, but I have not managed to do anywhere near your level in being able to know where they are and what they are doing or even see through their eyes. At first, I thought that they were being fed some moving prey, but I don’t think my first impression was better than an assumption, and it was likely a rather inaccurate one at that. They don’t feel like they are close, but even at school there was a general direction to the feel of them being in Surrey for the most part.”

Harry closed his eyes for a moment and easily saw what they were up to, but explaining it to Hermione was difficult since, while she had seen and helped their kills she had not killed a person although Hagrid’s insane dragon Norbert had been at least as intelligent as most sentient beings such as Lady Silver if whatever hadn’t happened to her had happened. He could taste the fear in the air like a thick mist, and the blood almost saturated the area along with bits of pieces not yet eaten, but the screams were filled with such terror, as nothing they did seemed to stop the monsters slaughtering them. Monsters hunting monsters, and Harry felt no mercy for the vermin the companions were hunting, massacring and devouring. Night had dropped them off at sunset the previous day, and the population on that island was decreasing rapidly. Sure, they were human in form, but the island was a resort for some of the most vile humans on earth that did things that even Lucius had not thought of doing.

Still the guests were rapists that tortured and raped their victims to death, and sometimes the things they did were worse than what they had done to their prey, but it was almost as shocking as the older cults of Mesopotamia where babies were burned alive. Lucius and the gang Alice had led the charge in exterminating had been what was commonly called white slavers, and those that went there were most likely enduring worse before their death than what the irretrievable prisoners at Malfoy Manor went through. There were rumors of worse charnel houses somewhere on the continent in the tumulus regions of Eastern Europe, but unlike the island, someone had ensured it was suitably warded and hidden, and Harry did plan to deal with that when the opportunity presented itself. He was just loath to create the creations necessary to truly scourge such a hidden location, and one Kiki was enough as while the magic made her all but indestructible her soul was bound in such a way that Harry was unsure what would happen when her existence did end.

Harry had tried to repress what he had read that day with Cissa, but fucking her senseless had barely helped his own shock at what was in the crates. Lucius was almost as horrific a chronicler as the Nazis, and he so wanted to inflict suitable retribution on that useless trash. He was entrusting his slow drawn out death to Dora, and Harry knew that she would do so more than suitably, but there was no way that it would be enough. Cissa was a Black enough not to show how much she wanted to slowly strangle Lucius after skinning him alive for starters, but even when he dissolved the marriage contract, she would not be allowed to kill him except in almost impossible circumstances.

“Night took them to an island where they can be suitably gorged since we are not around, and to help offset the rapid development that Trick and Trouble had from getting to feed when Alice and Anne dealt with Melissa’s betrayal,” Harry said with a sigh as he thought how to phrase things correctly. “The people there are unsavory to say the least, and are worse than just pedophiles or rapists as they do snuff films and worse. Kiki was getting a bit hungry and Shadow and Night could use with a decent amount of carnage as well. I don’t think any of us mentioned it, but Trick and Trouble now have a much larger form they can take, and they seem to resemble Nundu now. Shadow is still smaller than Lady Silver, but his size is variable and yet capable of being over thirty feet long and swallowing things larger than a small got now. Night is getting all the eyeballs he likes, and I will say it is somewhat bizarre having a familiar bird that can change genders, but I think Shadow might as well at times. It is a bit different, as they don’t have the same gender identities that a mammal would. Mischief has issues at the moment and definitely is larger than a normal wolf by now, and is currently gnawing on some dumb twit’s thighbone while still attached, but Night already ripped his eyes out. The guy was a fair deal worse than Father Johnson as even without the whole misuse of trust issue there is something more troubling to raising his own children as sacrifices, and he raped, tortured, and roasted them before feeding them to their mother who had to watch and eat them or starve. She died of the diseases her kids picked up, but seeing real monsters does make me see how far I could have gone without you ladies in my life.”

“Please, master, you were never going to go that far, but with those brutes trying to condition you to be their slave grateful for scraps and beatings, there was a chance that you would have only placed value in yourself and the rest of existence could fuck themselves unless they were useful,” Hermione said pulling him into a tight full body hug as her leg went around his waist and her arm across his chest. “I can cry for the innocents lost, but I will never allow myself to feel bad for what their murderers suffered. You may be a killer, my lord, and my own hands have already been blooded if not utterly, but you are a good man. I love you, Harry more than words say, and I know that your own feelings for me are deeper than just love can describe, but we will never have the ordinary life or relationship, and yet that doesn’t mean we are not and will not be happy with the life we choose to live! This isn’t the best stuff to talk about after before, and I know that my master, but since you drove the rest to exhaustion before me that I have to tell you these things. I love you, and not just the ordinary love and lust that our peers claim, but the crazy mad and enduring kind that seems inane yet wouldn’t have it any other way kind, sir.”

“I know, Ne, and even saying that I love you, well all of you really, just seems sort of shallow given how easily people seem to say it, but I know you mean it just like when your parents say it and the few memories I have managed to dredge up of before that night showed my parents loved each other with a passion and strength that I know we have,” Harry said as he moved to return the hug shifting so that Hermione was wrapped in his arms and legs as well while he let his very presence radiate the absolute truth of his feelings for her as well as the others. “I know that our relationship isn’t going to be the simple house and family that you dreamed of before, but we can and will be happy in this life we make for ourselves, and anyone that tries to destroy our happiness will be crushed utterly, my darling Hermione. With all that we have been talking about, I didn’t tell you about what I was doing while you girls and June were having your girl talk. I talked with Vincent somewhat and it was a bit strange at times, but we did settle some things out, and he did confess to their not being an ordinary relationship either so there was no room to judge. He went to play with May after that, and I went to speak with Antoine about business and other things, but it went all right discussing things from business to personal matters. He thanked me for helping both Apolline and Fleur, and it seems that there is a very different attitude about sex and relationships here than in Britain.”

“So you talked to daddy about us, and you two didn’t get in a fight, which is a good thing since you two are both fairly strong even when you are not trying,” Hermione said reveling in the hug even as she felt too tired and spent to want him to start prodding her tender sex even if it would be soothing to her self-esteem. “At least that is a worry that we won’t have to deal with Harry, and it is nice you still are friends with him, but you two do get along like I thought he would if I had a brother. If they had adopted you, I doubt we would have done much different considering that I don’t feel anything wrong with my times with Alice or watching as Fleur and Apolline did some kinky things. Not sure if I could handle doing anything with mum right now, but feeling May orgasming from my actions or her tongue on me or mine on hers does sound fun. I mentioned before wanting to be there to see her face as you blow her mind with your tongue, and I know that unlike us having felt your tongue render her limp and brain fried with pleasure will only make her horny for more as soon as her body can take it.”

“I will admit that it is nice to have that conversation over with Vincent since we are friends, and I think he liked the parts where I admitted wanting you happy, which is the truth since I do want all of you happy,” Harry said as he inhaled her scent as he felt their bodies fit so nicely together. “He had noticed how Fleur acted, and I admitted that it was a bit of a summer fling at the least, but that it had no effect on us. He was a bit accepting that June was right that you have feelings and explored some with Dora, and we talked about other things that guys talk about just like you girls have your girl talk.”

“You talked about bikes since daddy doesn’t want to know the kind of kinky or nasty things I like to have you do to me and enjoy servicing you by doing,” Hermione said with a bit of an impish smile even as the hug made her feel almost better than the orgasms had in being closer to her master, love, and friend. “Did you tell him that mum wants you to throw her down, make her beg for mercy as your tongue caves her brain in, and then beg to be fucked into the ground? I wonder how daddy would react to that even though it seems that mummy can have flings on their trips as you said, but there is a difference between you screwing her brains out for a vacation hook up, and you being her occasional master satisfying her urges to be owned. I guess the apple didn’t fall from the tree from me, my lord.”

“Whether we did or didn’t isn’t your concern, pet, and it is not your concern if I decide to make your mum howl my name, but since you are in no condition to deal with arousing me again I suggest you stop being such a teasing slut right now, Hermione,” Harry said as he was trying not to let her warmth and feeling her aching sex against his drive him to push her body past its limits, and show he was annoyed with her teasing when they couldn’t play anymore. “Now as much as I am enjoying feeling you in my arms, I am going to let the hug go, but you may continue cuddling against me, while I relax. I am not angry with you, my normally good if kinky girl, but I know your limits and you would be walking more than a bit gaited with any more use. I still plan to massage you pets, but you will have to wait, and if you push, I will spank your ass before I see if dragging you to one of my clubs and having you suspended and allow some of the customers to whip you until you beg for release. I won’t allow any of the men to fuck you, but there are so many things that will humiliate and punish you for acting out of line. I have had time to come up with far worse a punishment than I used when you acted up over our winter holiday.”

Hermione looked at him forlornly, and he felt her slump in his arms from the rebuke. She had shuddered when he brought up punishments, while his soothing before had kept her from breaking down from his tone of voice. Spankings were not something she feared, and the delicious ache afterwards was pleasant and made her feel naughty and happy at the same time. She hadn’t been shown off in front of people, but she knew he had done that including holding a strong massager as a vibrator to some of his less bound servants’ pussies until they came for everyone to see again and again until they were sobbing for mercy. She had been whipped and kept from orgasming from it, but never outside of their intimate group, and it both terrified and excited her. Hermione buried her face against his body as she tried to convey her submission, as she really didn’t want to know what her master’s creativity had come up with, and she just knew it would be worse than their punishment that first night at the Delacour Chateau. That had been a very dominating punishment, and it was humiliating not being allowed to be anything but a toy that was just there to work her master up, while Apolline, Dora and Anne had been orgasming so often. Still the orgasms when he did allow it were intense and she felt like a cat that had been starved having their favorite foods taste even greater than believed it could be.

“Yes, master, I am sorry master,” Hermione said as she trembled as he released the hug before pressing her body to his only starting to calm back down as his right hand caressed her from her back to her thighs. “I should have thought about that first, sir. It just made me feel naughty and I had to ask that since the thought of that conversation is almost as arousing as seeing you dominate my mum will be. I lost track of how many times I masturbated thinking about that before Dora came over, and it made us both hot especially after seeing mum fucking. I think the only thing that would be more shockingly arousing to see would be mum sandwiched between you both. The only true real men in my life driving my mum to her limits would be a sight to see, but I understand what you would do if I was acting like a tease, and I don’t want to spend a night on edge again, sir.”

“It is good that you understand that pet, but I still am going to spank you now, and you best be grateful the rest are asleep from playing or it would be worse for you,” Harry said as he began to stroke her body with dropping slowly increasing in force swats to her ass before kneading her tender skin before repeating the motion in slow soothing moves. “As I said if they were awake, it would be a lot worse as they would see and I might have them get a paddle and use it on you as well. I don’t like punishing you when you do something wrong, and you know you like it when I do it for the fun of it as I do as well. There is a difference in doing something because you have to and because you want to do it. So unless you want to watch and be trussed up unable to do anything while I render both May and June into well sated and satisfied limp noodles women then you will behave, and I don’t just mean for the next few days, but for the rest of the summer or I expect Nellie or Su’s cousin Zhu might find you as their plaything while I am enjoying other opportunities. Just so you know that Zhu is almost as dominant as Su is submissive, but I still managed to stroke her inner submissive according to Su’s last message.”

“I understand, my lord, and I try to be a good girl for you, but being naught tends to be more fun when you are around, while not annoying you as much as if I was a haughty girl like Fleur had been,” Hermione said while rubbing her head against his shoulder even as his hand came down repetitively with firmer smacks on her reddening ass. “Still if you wish to spank or otherwise use me, I will be a good slave and enjoy your attention as it is far better to be punished then sent away. It would be unbearable for us to be sent away, but at least I have been blessed to have known your attentions, master. I can see what I could have been without you in my life and being a female Percival with my lips worshipping the Headmaster and the Ministry would be almost as bad as being a good sheep and going along with the establishment no matter what they do. Obeying you is different, but I don’t have to understand to know that you look out for us compared to the identity less use the system has for us. Just punish me for a while, my lord, and enjoy your true control over me.”

Harry continued to punish his pet and lover even as it would have normally worked her to be aroused, then needy, until her body shuddered as the spanking stimulated her to climax. Her body was too drained and her libido utterly spent that even this normally guaranteed to get her soaking wet act just made her anticipate when her body could take another proper session. Even talking all this time had not soothed the ache in her body, but the afterglow had dulled what would normally be called honeymooners syndrome as she was red and chafed from refusing to stop showing each technique her mum had taught her. The earlier play between the girls had only made her eager for Harry to return because his touch was more intense to all of them. Sure the tricks had improved their performances, but a Parseltongue could reduce even the most resistant to beg and plead after moments of that tongue just teasing their lips, and it was all over once inside their southern mouths. Dora had not lied to her mum that Harry was better as when Harry gave them an oral delight it was almost as mind blowing in its coercion as his time in their asses was in bringing out their submissive urges.

It was oddly soothing and the rhythm was losing its sting, as it seemed to cause Hermione to feel very sleepy. Feeling her master’s body so close, and feeling his hand on her even if it was spanking her was comforting, but even the disciplining was a comfort as her mind accepted the implied ownership of her body. After her ass was suitably achingly red, Harry moved to soothing motions entirely, but Hermione had been thanking him throughout her punishment, and she continued to murmur her thanks as his hand relaxed her so much similarly to a good massage. He was still going to massage her especially now, and the oil had almost ridiculously restorative ability. There would only be the slightest of tingling even if he had used a more potent implement than his hand in meting out her punishment.

Feeling her next to him as his hand caressed her affectionately without a rush to arouse her, started to help Harry unwind more and even as she was not quite asleep cuddled next to his side he felt sleep tempting him with her embrace. In that state, the shields he had drilled into his pets minds was still strong to any but him, and Harry saw her absolute dedication mirrored in all of his present pets. He loved them, cared for them, and would protect them, but it was not a normal love even if he cared for them more than he had at first thought they would as they managed to get through the ice his heart had been covered in from the Dursleys. More than that, they had shown him that people were not completely worthless, and if he had thought that then he knew he would have been worse than Voldemort and amassed a far greater tally of kills to rival the genocides of recent history. It would have been so easy to destroy those that had left him to rot, but his pets soothed that rage to annihilate all that had harmed and neglected him, and for a moment, he wondered if Voldemort might have been through something that made him chose the other path. It didn’t matter anymore, and he would have to utterly destroy the man and his cause to be left alone, but he had a decent start with his imprisoned followers being deceased.

Still he had things to do before he let sleep claim him, and one was rather relaxing for both sides even without it being as exhausting as good sex. It was almost as satisfying in playing with their bodies sexually, but feeling them respond to his massages was wonderful, and they were not shy to return the favor. A good massage could easily cross the line from sensual to sexual as he well knew, and the girls had gone in length about the three heavenly masseuses he employed and yet had not had time to enjoy. The amateur ones and the ones from the in house staff had been enjoyable enough, and he had not wanted to disrupt the business with dragging the more in demand professionals to his home. As it was, he would have to start before the both of them drifted off to sleep, but that meant they had to move from their comfortable position.

“Hermione, pet you need to roll over now,” Harry said as he felt her starting to drift almost asleep snuggled next to him. “That’s it, my good girl, just a bit more. Right there, darling, now just relax.”

Sitting up and summoning the refilling jar of oil, Harry moved to his knees and crawled over the bed to where Alice and Anne were curled. It took a few gently spoken words and touches, but with his officially magic hands, they were soon sleeping easier if glistening from the massage. It was tricky to keep it relaxing as his touch even in sleep caused their scent to grow with the dim rekindling of their earlier spent arousal. He had to focus his emotional aura to be calming, but even as he worked their overexerted entrances, they only felt warm and relaxed even if the sensations caused mini shudders of pleasure before they drifted into a deeper sleep. Dora at least as he did the same for her was not reverting her morph with her additions as while it looked sexy on her it could be either horrifying or creepy to the unprepared. He moved to work on Hermione even as Dora sleepily wriggled to where she and he were as Anne and Alice curled against each other while slowly moving towards he had been laying with the heat from his body still radiating from the sheets. As soon as he was done with his Hermione, Harry planned to return to that spot, and they likely would snuggle against his body, as they tended to do when they were in the same bed. He was just warm that way that they sought his heat while they slept even in summer.

Harry was dozing bit with the warmth of his lovers even as he had managed to massage them without arousing them as they were that utterly spent, but Hermione had snuggled back to his side with Alice cuddled with Anne next to his other side. Dora was not at the foot of the bed anymore, and she had managed to not replace his pillow with her full breasts, but his relation was snuggled against her mistress’s back. Still they smelled nice around him, and Harry was happy because it seemed his rampaging arousal hadn’t been restored to its unflagging hell, but he heard the door open in the distance, which meant visitors here. Hopefully it was not someone that would have issues, and Vincent had been spending time with June and May earlier, but June likely had ravished them after her lesson ensured she was at least as aroused as his pets had been.

“Hello, master, I’m dropping off Fleur after her day of apologizing,” Nikki chirped as she carried Fleur’s mewling body in easily while licking her lips as she saw he was surrounded by spent women and his dick was still partially aroused. “Can we have her for the summer, sir? It did help boost morale, and you did say she is not getting trained as a maid until next summer, but we can make sure Fleur remembers she is yours. I think Apolline enjoyed it especially when she got to test out my newest toys, but she passed out a bit too often that she was barely able to apologize to every one of your shop girls, my lord.”

“It might teach her some responsibility as well as get her used to working, but if I didn’t know better with how Fleur is acting that unlike Apolline you didn’t let her have any relief during her day at the shop,” Harry said as he lifted his head from his pillow, looked up at them, and Fleur looked almost as bad as when she was after he had held her with his aura for hours. “Not that it wouldn’t help Fleur to stop regressing to being a haughty self-centered bitch, but I found spanking her at least somewhat easier to handle than when she is driven to that state. So is there something you want besides dropping off Fleur when you could have dropped her off at home, Nikki? I was planning to visit the shop soon for some additions and see what ideas you had that I could export to my shops in Britain.”

“It would be nice if you visited the shop, and I like that you are lending us Fleur for the summer, but I would like to do more today if I can,” Nikki said as she knelt between his splayed legs. “I don’t know how you are still anything but limp since it looks as if you fucked them to exhaustion, but I would like my ride sooner or later, and Fleur likely is desperate since I was a bit cruel and set her toys to prevent her from orgasming. So sir, I am going to see if you can get hard enough for at least a ride, and Fleur might be desperate while I want to see your tongue drive someone to madness, please master?”

Nikki dropped down and swallowed him as Harry smacked his head down on the pillow beneath his head, and he wondered if this condition was where the idea for the honeymoon potion came from as he was fully revived in her mouth. Considering he seemed to have a condition where his libido was almost unending in his almost instant recovery time, Harry suspected that someone found a way to temporarily cause this situation through potions, but it was likely only because of that potion that Draco existed. If it was some side effect of his art that he didn’t know about, Harry suspected that asking Nellie would be able to tell him, as it seemed she had at one time enjoyed being a necromancer’s plaything. He did believe that it was the fact that he had almost the equivalent urges currently as would normally be spread out over three plus years. Trying to will down against Nikki’s coaxing wasn’t working, and he didn’t have to get up to do anything besides Hermione had a grip on his side.

“Fine Nikki, you can hop on for a ride, and Fleur get over here as I am feeling thirsty again,” Harry said with some resignation as Nikki managed to reignite his libido just when he was considering sleeping. “You can switch later if you like, but I had planned to get some sleep so don’t expect me to be pounding into either of you tonight. I lost track of how many times they sucked me and fucked me since they were demonstrating new techniques they learned before I pounded them for a while and then they had their own rides. So you can stop doing that and I feel almost as horny as I did this morning, but if you fuck yourself to exhaustion, I am not responsible. Same if you pass out when eating either of you, and I doubt that you won’t enjoy it as Dora said my tongue was better than a very skilled bisexual woman when she was teaching and testing her techniques.”

“Now that sounds fun, master, and while I wanted to see how long I could go with just me, I think having a tag out will be necessary if you left them that spent,” Nikki said with a wink as she let him out of her mouth and positioned him at her entrance. “Probably a good thing that you have popped a few times as well, but I will want to try a ride solo one day. It may be a bribe, but you will get the newest ideas I have sent for testing, boss, and so far the new moving one kept Apolline spent to the point of sleeping when Lela took her home.”

Harry tried to ignore her speaking as he pulled the delirious with need Fleur to his mouth, and it was a good thing as when Nikki slid down he howled into her. Letting his body go on automatic, Harry wondered if normal people would bitch about his situation or threaten to kill people to have as much sweaty satisfying sex as he had. As Fleur’s response to his tongue was silenced by Nikki smothering her lips in a passionate kiss above him, Harry was grateful that Nikki hadn’t been there before as his detached mind noticed how his body responded, and if he was not as lethargic as he was her actions would have led to his growling inner beast leaving her not just exhausted but possibly rendered maimed from how rough he felt its urges.

‘I really need to master that transformation sooner than my parents did, as I don’t need the uncontrolled instincts cropping up currently,’ Harry thought as he repeatedly swallowed as Fleur began having her delayed orgasms while his mouth was over her sex. ‘There just is so much other things to do, and I have no idea what we will be studying at Nick’s or Su’s homes. Still since this is my first real vacation, I guess letting lose is normal, and knowing I can leave my lovers that wasted is giving me a feeling of manly pride. That Lily seems most enthusiastic about my rendering any woman I have been with utterly sated is a reason even if she does feel the orgasms they get could influence it. Although, I do find rubbing my happiness in Sirius’s face to be amusing, and he was muttering before about not getting to enjoy a Veela or even a part Veela while I have had two so far that enjoyed it. Not that I don’t have issues with people tallying sex partners as a game, but I at least make sure I see them as individuals and ensure they are satisfied when I am with them.’

Letting his body move and react on its own, Harry didn’t realize his aura literally flowed through the two writhing and moving women above him. His mind was split into two parts, and he was more just letting the pleasure soothe his rapidly moving thoughts, as he seemed to have some epiphanies and inspirations largely distracting his primal mind that was reveling in its freedom in subjugating the two near constantly orgasming servants on top of his body. While Nikki and Fleur seemed to have frozen on the outside, he felt them moving on the inside. His sleeping lovers didn’t feel as his aura was directed through just the two impaled on his tongue and manhood women, and their current pleasure was seared into their minds as well as souls. Their minds had accepted him as their master before, but he was not aware that after this current experience Harry’s word was as close to a divine proclamation to them. At least it would not be as bad as requiring Harry to tell them to breathe, or other such things, but deep in the depths of his mind even his dominance craving beast thought that would grow boring in short time.

While his mind moved to the possibilities of Nikki’s toys in his shops especially full cross creation between the purely muggle sex shop and her magical toys, the two slumped in each other’s arms as they came down in aftershocks that were almost as intense as their normal remembered fondly ones. Harry continued to let his sudden inspirations for his businesses flow through his mind, and he was mostly thinking about using the pen and paper in his shadows to write down the inspiration even as the two stirred and moved places. His mind was out on other matters while his body was sated until he stirred about seeing Nikki snuggled by his feet and Fleur using her body in place of his pillow. Feeling a slight chill from the sea air, Harry materialized a blanked over most of them while a smaller one draped over Fleur. In his sleep descending mind, he didn’t notice that when their mouths weren’t occupied they only spoke two words since he started. They had not said anything but, master and coming since they started, and their scents mixed with the absorbed oils transmitting his normal slave’s aroma helped him drift into a deep almost comatose sleep.

He would worry about things with June later, but even when he tried to cut back, it seemed that he would be occupied with his needy women. As he slept, his mind whispered that his training would be exhausting as he expected it to be like summer cram sessions at University, and he had conversed with some ghosts that had done that method to get their courses done. The only problem for their schooling with relying on the knowledge of the dead was in what changed in understanding and accepted knowledge. Hermione did want to do more than live in libraries and find lost or unknown knowledge, which for magicals meant doing something like Bill Weasley in being a curse breaker although it was more like a magical archaeologist.

Harry didn’t know why he saw her in such an odd outfit, but he thought his favorite pet would likely become a female Indiana Jones when she grew up. His vision had turned white before as he had unknowingly filled Nikki up, and if he had remembered more than the feeling that Hermione would be amusing as they nicked sites before Bill, Harry would worry about the poor men who fainted from her outfits. A black and tan tight tank top, shorts and black leather boots should not look that sexy, but it had resulted in his arching up into the grinding Nikki. Seeing June over the years, Harry knew that both Hermione and Alice would be lusted after by anyone with a functioning body, and with how affectionate his pets were, he had no doubt to have a fulfilling and adventurous life. None of them would be content to be a housewife, but he knew that somehow when they did sort of settle down that there would be none of the lack of familial time some of them had experienced.

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Hermione was looking at her mum as Harry had snagged her daddy to meet with Mari while her mum was getting ready for the celebration, and she had already left May in the other room where she was nude, blindfolded and lubricated. June was dressed in a very sexy outfit of sheer fabric, and she found her body attracted to her mum as much as she was her cousin and lover, Alice, but with Harry out introducing Vincent to Mari where he would be spending the day and night at Harry’s inherited hedonistic club there was not much chance of their being interrupted. Still Hermione wanted to talk to her mum before Harry came back and she was feeling somewhat nervous that she was actually going to help her mum have her master fuck her, but after this there was no way she could play off not having enjoyed Harry completely even if it meant seeing two more women her master would sexually satisfy to domination.

There had been some things they had talked about after waking up, and it had been nice to wake with him in bed with them while she couldn’t fault Nikki for tagging in while they had been utterly spent even as their master was able to go a bit more. Fleur wasn’t that strange to find in bed that morning, and that the formerly spoiled girl was working at Lela’s shop after having spent the day orally satisfying Leal and her girls along with Apolline rimming them while both had Nikki’s toys driving them up the wall with pleasure if not necessarily orgasms. Harry could have brought up more things in their cuddle talk even if just being held was nice at times, but given how passionate her master had been lately, Hermione was not going to complain about his being a bit more sexually active with them, and she knew that his idea of training at both the Flame’s and Su’s home would be more demanding than the Aurors or other high stress training jobs.

Mari was an interesting bit of coincidence even though it seemed as if Harry was almost drowning in eager sluts ready to be drenched from exertion in reaching sexual satisfaction from multiple orgasms, but it was not as if Harry had a reason to attract more eager pussy considering if he acquired a properly expanded trunk that he would not have a suitable stable of bed warmers and that was just from the loyal women in Surrey. As it was, Mari was twice useful as she was close to becoming more than just a member of the club as well as having access to Antoine’s office and opinions almost as much as Apolline could. Eventually, Harry would be elsewhere and Mari as well as Apolline would have their own lives to deal with; therefore, Hermione was not overly jealous or envious about their having some time now.

Currently, Hermione was struggling with how to talk to her mum considering that she knew in not that long she would be on the receiving end of her master’s attention as well as hopefully being the one to place him at her entrance. Dora had told June that Harry was better with his tongue than she was, and June was going to find that out first hand, while it was likely that her blindfolded aunt May would relax Harry so he could enjoy going down on June when the three of them were aware June was feeling the urge for Harry to be inside her.

“Mum,” Hermione said as she looked at June who was busy going over making sure she looked perfect and was prepared, “I know we talked before about things before you gave us a more educational and enjoyable demonstration on how to make things better with Harry and each other, but I suppose I haven’t actually been that honest with you for a while now about these things. Harry and I have been experimenting for a while and being away helped that even though Alice and Anne have been trying to catch Harry for a while now. They came on too strongly even though the three of us have similar submissive tendencies, but I guess that Alice and I take after our mums. So what else should we talk about as we wait for Harry to get back and May is already in there without knowing who you are bringing over so I take it some roleplaying of some sort is going on as well.”

“I am disappointed that you didn’t trust me about things sooner, but I can understand why you were confused at the time, and letters don’t have the same depth as a proper conversation,” June said moving and hugging her daughter even as Hermione tried not to respond to her confused feelings and just succumbed to the comfort of a mother’s embrace. “There will be roleplaying and May is looking forward to this as she was rather interested when I brought up getting a direct taste at the man who had drenched me in his almost addictive cream. I think she was feeling torn looking at Harry since neither of us like the notion of taking advantage of innocents or children, but I know I like helping women discover their sexuality. Besides, I really want to see if Dora was accurate that Harry is even better with his tongue than me or her are.”

June looked at Hermione in apprehension considering that her daughter’s lover had used her tongue on her as well as experienced the mother’s own during their advanced lesson. It had been somewhat tricky using Dora to demonstrate without touching the girls, but Dora was definitely legal according to them as was Harry and Hermione. Unfortunately, Alice and Anne were a confusing prospect at the time as one was her niece and the other seemed a bit off more so than she had known. It hadn’t helped that Alice had whispered to her about Anne having had a bad situation that thankfully was resolved now, and June felt a moment of irritation that she hadn’t been the one to deal with the trash that had violated her niece’s friend. Still the situation was somewhat confusing and June was left unsure what limits existed between all of them now, but her relationship with her family was as always more important than her sexual hunger. June could find a lover easily, but family was different even if friends were the family one chose, and there was still the confusion between her and her daughter since the station as June wondered how Hermione would have acted if things had happed then as they were in the near future.

“It isn’t that weird thinking about Dora tasting you, mum, and it does help that things with Alice are not exactly normal so it doesn’t really squick me especially as I know Harry sees you as you are,” Hermione said trying to reassure her mum considering the fact that it was slightly offsetting for cross generational relations with a shared lover even though she was fairly certain that there were fetishes into that situation. “I can state that Harry is nothing short of a god with his tongue and his Parselmouth ability makes a vibrator look tame! Still, I suppose that isn’t the only thing I should be confessing considering that you were far more available than mortifying like some people when they gave me the talk, but I am unsure how you would feel to my slight bit of naughtiness, mum. I neglected to tell you during the talk with the girls there, but the night I came back from Hogwarts I sort of overheard you and Daddy playing. Anyways, I sort of took to watching you both, and I dragged Dora to watch you as well before we used the toys you gave me on each other. I can admit now that I wanted your hug to frothing to go further, and it is difficult to admit even now, but if you hadn’t broken away then I had planned to retrieve Harry from his soaked in your juices pants and place him at your ready sex.”

“So I take it that you want to do that today, and it seems so sudden to reach this point with Harry considering I thought it would be years yet while I suffered waiting for him to be legal, but it was enlightening that he is of age as are you,” June said smiling at her daughter in her arms as she felt Hermione was distraught at hiding things from her yet likely had done more even as June was unwilling to pry just now. “Still baby girl I doubt that I won’t see you with Harry today, and I do suspect that he will be worked up enough that May will get a treat before I get my mind blown. You likely barely waited given the opportunity and without the same restraints, I had when I first saw your friend again, but I can’t blame you because Harry looks older than I would suspect, and I just chalk that up to magic since you seemed to have grown quickly. After May has gotten another taste and we are done playing, I do plan to give you some more tricks to try with Harry especially after you see me try them out, but if he is as good as you say it is likely I won’t be up to being able to do more than writhe and buck into his thrusting. Dora likely has already enjoyed time with Harry with you, Hermione, and I don’t begrudge you lucking out since it seems that Harry is the kind of man I hoped you would find.”

“He is mum of that you can be sure, and we do have similar tastes even though when you told me some of the possible things that you wanted me to keep an open mind about I didn’t think that I would feel those hungers and delight in such games, but Harry is my master as you suspected and I find life far more fulfilling for it,” Hermione said relaxing as she sat in her mum’s lap now that June had sat down while May was in the other area blindfolded and unable to hear them at the moment. “I know when I was younger I thought about a different dream, but I enjoy this relationship even if it is odd to some, and as loath as I am to admit, it will benefit me considering that the glass ceiling in the magical world is more about blood status than race, sex, or ability at times. It could be worse than it is especially for me, but Magical Britain is a blatant existence where whom you know being more important than what you know and Harry is important to them for many reasons. Still I like to think that I prefer those facts as bonuses as being Harry’s is so fulfilling. Speaking of fulfilling, what were you doing with aunt May in there and what are our names for this game, mum? I know master will likely expect to be called sir at the least, but I would preferred to be called Pet so that leaves you and aunt May to have some names. I will admit it is odd playing a game like this with you, but there is one girl that Dora knows that we were unsure how she would feel since master is younger sort of.”

“While some of that is soothing considering how things were when my mother was your age, I find the issue of blood purity a bit unsettling, Pet, but there likely was some reason that got twisted especially considering how insular it sounds, and I do plan to see that place this time you go to the Alley since we can’t see you using magic or any besides the demonstration Professor McGonagall did,” June said as Hermione smiled somewhat sadly while the lingering sexual tension between them was dispersed by their familial needs. “I am not judging you that you likely don’t want the perfect life that is popularized, but I suspect with Harry as your master that you won’t be pressed into anything you didn’t consent to as well as there is no way he would only be interested in using your body considering how Harry likes discussing things that interest him as much as he does working with Vince on his bikes. Some of the way the professor acted and what you described so far makes me think that since it seems obvious now that you are maturing quicker and how young your professor looked that change would be slower there than here. I suspect the patronage system is still typical there and Harry is at least a Lord according to what you and he have admitted. As for fulfilling things with my toy, and calling her Toy would fit since May loves being used as a living sex toy, I don’t know if you have tried it yet with your master, but most men love the feeling of sliding their dicks not just in our mouths and pussies or wrapped around our tits if we have them big enough, but feeling it in our usually tighter and warmer asses is something they fantasize about. So I lubed Toy up, and from your having watching me, I guess I can be somewhat of a slut at times, but one of my relatives helped me understand that being a proper woman is anything but proper in the bedroom. To be blunt, she told me that a proper lady was dutiful and composed in public and an utter slut in bed or was that be as utterly pleasurable and that decorum and embarrassment had no place in the bedroom.”

Hermione thought on what her mum had just old her and smiled at the thoughts of the pleasures that they were about to share when Harry returned from dropping her daddy off with Mari who was definitely tasty in that little black dress, but her master had told her that the dress was charmed to shift from its less risqué current form to be almost translucent as a full body stocking. Either way, Hermione was aware that Harry had enjoyed playing with the woman who was escorting Vincent to a sex club that Harry owned and was more geared to their lifestyle and the almost abandoned debauchery that it seemed the summer had been even as she knew it wouldn’t last. It would not be long before her mum would wish for more information on who they were all visiting, and while their trips away from home could be explained there were issues with each stop before returning home as Harry spent the last week before school socializing with the Twins since Matriarch Longbottom had not been willing to allow access just yet.

The educational opportunities of the Flamels were very impressive, but even her parents likely heard about the legendary Nicholas Flamel and the Philosophers Stone, and the muggles seemed to be more aware of the true cost in creating that artifact. It was old magic that it seemed the magical world as they seemed to call themselves had forgotten outside of classifying it as dark magic. The stone was a creation of blood and death where the numbers of deaths involved was rather high, but Harry had told her that the Flamels had not used children like some would have to get the number of deaths and quantities of sacrificial blood to distill the equally costly stone as Harry’s bloodstone required at least a master vampire of two centuries to forge and it grew stronger with the age of the vampire destroyed. The Flamel’s stone had not at first been planned as Nicholas had been hesitant at first to shed that much blood and had planned the less noticeable method to acquire five hundred pints of fresh vital blood, and it could have been stored in stasis for the ritual to create the stone, but the blood had to either be life blood being drained completely from the victim or the longer more time consuming acquiring of other life rich blood.

Even though June was going to be fucked by her master within a few hours, Hermione was unsure how her mum would react to the fact their tutors for the summer had killed at least one hundred people to create the stone, and the more used the more potent the stone was formed. It had been about six hundred years since Perenelle had been captured without a wand in a town where they hurt her and Nick had no compulsion in the vengeance they had delivered to the town. They had used something similar to the Pied Pipers pipe to remove the inhabitants, and then they massacred the guilty and the bystanders who had smirked at the horror that Perenelle had experienced, but unlike some muggles thought, they had not sacrificed every man woman and child in the village. Instead of that, the remaining inhabitants were the start of some of their current lines of servants, and it was only through some quirk of fate that they had not somehow been altered like house elves had been.

She really didn’t want to bring that up even though Hermione knew that June was a proper mother with the instincts that she knew meant that her mum would bludgeon someone to death to keep her safe, and if the Death Eaters had ever regrouped regardless of Harry’s plan to eliminate the ones that were outside of Azkaban and thus now dead, Hermione knew that her parents would be more than able to use their dental instruments as torture devices to keep them and her safe. Still she didn’t want her parents to make the same choice she was preparing for, but Hermione knew that at one point soon that she would be more than an accessory to manslaughter, and it was a shame that the opportunity of Quirrell had only resulted in his dying of dehydration and starvation after his magic had been drained trying to revitalize his body. It would have been the perfect solution, since neither Snape nor Dumbledore were accessible sacrifices. Draco even would be spared for Narcissa’s sake even though he would be considered lower than she had been before becoming Harry’s vassal, apprentice, and follower.

“That is rather useful advice, mum, and I know I should have discussed things more with you since you were open, but I was a bit uncertain before yet now I am waiting to help you be driven into the mattress by my master while your husband and my father is at a sex club that my master owns,” Hermione said with a giggle at how absurd it sounded if it were anyone other than them. “It does sound like something out of bad drama, but who am I to complain since you all are happy, while I had been tempted as I have told you to help at the station. I do plan to visit the club when I am older just as I know that Alice will not want to hold off things any longer than necessary, but it is understandable that we come to you for advice on how to maximize the pleasure of our playing. Now considering that you seem even more excited on the culmination of the anticipation you have, is there anything you want to talk about since Harry won’t be back for a bit and watching May stew is only partially able to occupy our attentions.”

“True I did want to ask you about the two places you plan to visit without us, as you have really not gone many places without us around for any period of time,” June said as she had been against sending Hermione to any summer camps and the decision to send her to a boarding school let alone one it seemed that they could not visit had been difficult for them. “It was a hard decision to have you go to Hogwarts, and now you are going to a friend on the other side of the world and being tutored in someone’s home that you know we haven’t been introduced to before. You have to admit that these are concerning things for us as your parents, and you have only really visited Alice along with Harry before this so there is some safety concerns even though Harry does seem able to handle himself far more than he should at his age.”

“Odd that you bring up my master’s age when I don’t doubt that he will know you intimately before the night is out, but I will admit that you have accepted that we are maturing quicker and Harry is emancipated as it is,” Hermione said as she smiled at how flustered her mum looked at that little conflict before letting it fade as she had known this would happen sooner or later. “I think it shocked him when the detection revealed that he was actually fifteen physically while I myself am a few months older at least than I should be. Still it does help settle things, while I know you felt bad for being attracted to him, considering his age, and this alleviates that concern. It is not that magic ages us prematurely considering that several of the professors look decades younger than they are with the exception of our transfiguration professor, and that is because she likely wanted to look more mature when younger and dresses to look older still because Dumbledore is over a century and looks maybe late fifties to sixties. So I can safely say that using magic more makes it easier to use and while using more magic does make the body develop to better handle it that it also keeps the body in better shape like a symbiotic relationship. My magic helps me heal, get over illnesses, and resist being injured in the first place, but I suppose the way that they shrug off damage from Quidditch besides potions and healing charms does make more sense now.”

“I suppose that makes some sense as I was wondering about that and now I do not have to worry about this schooling actually being more dangerous than it seems to me from what little of your books you have shared,” June said as she reluctantly moved to look at May who was slightly trembling in anticipation already. “Don’t worry baby girl, but I know that you have been sugarcoating things even if I think your professor did during her introduction. Still since there was a more unlikely chance of us forbidding you to go if they told us half the dangers that are in story books and fairy tales, I can understand why they did so and I also know that being trained should allow you to better deal with the dangers there.”

“There are dangers that were somewhat downplayed such as dragons and other magical creatures, mum, but there are creatures that would be a danger if I was untrained as you suspect, and some would be attracted to me because I have magic and sometimes that was how muggleborns like me were originally found if they were not in danger of accidents or persecution,” Hermione said as the books had said that emotional distress did make accidental magic likely although she doubted that was a proper description for what they did before becoming startlingly dependent on wands for utilizing their magical abilities. “I would like not to worry about some of what I know is out there now, but it is like not knowing about native creatures where you live that are dangerous or bothersome. We wouldn’t go out exploring in the country without knowing what might be there so staying there to learn what dangers I might be in has been necessary, and it has been worth it considering how unpredictable my magic could have been if it had been left untrained even as I am wary of the government that I have to deal with in my new life. On the plus side, being friends with Harry does lend a very suitable level of safety, and being driven to master everything placed in front of me even as we are keeping up on our other studies means I won’t be as dependent as most.”

“We only want the best for you Hermione, and I have the feeling that Harry’s parents wanted that as well from what you have said, but sometimes life isn’t fair so we just have to deal with it,” June said as she moved over to hug her baby even as the topic allowed her not to be consumed with the anticipation of the pleasure both would soon experience let alone the fun May would have being used as a toy. “I know that at times we have been occupied with work, but our pasts made us want to ensure that you didn’t have the kinds of miserable times we had or it seems Harry has endured even as it has made him a very strong, determined, and masterful man. Your father rarely talks about what he did before we met again, but I suppose you are old enough now to understand some of the more adult issues. Vincent wasn’t the most well off man and to afford and to be able to get into the more prestigious schools as well as to meet his innate sense of honor, your daddy spent time in the military and retired after some rather unpleasant times. Besides being a dentist, your father was a field medic, but the problem is that at times one can be called to go to places one never heard of to fight people for reasons that don’t seem that clear. While you haven’t had the same bad issues happen, I will say that I looked at Vincent as my hero considering I had made a foolish decision and was at the wrong time and place and he saved me.”

“Ah, I can understand that even if I wasn’t saved from a violent assault since my supposed peers ostracized me and Harry became my first friend,” Hermione admitted as she pondered what she wanted to reveal after her mum had told her a more accurate story about how they met and yet she suspected there was more to it than was already told. “Now thinking back, I suppose my master did save each of us in our own ways as I did hold off on mentioning it before, but Dora was saved from a bit of trouble at school when a prank went wrong and a somewhat dimwitted yet physically potent creature. It shouldn’t have happened and it had never happened in the history of the school, but a troll of all things was let in even though some of the upper years were supposed to be learning about them. Dora had a bad day and was so had I where we both could have been crying when Harry went to talk to me after that some things happened. The three of us had a bit of a passionate moment with kissing at that point from the stress, and I am sorry for not telling you about the situation that time, but Harry was a bit paranoid considering that there was the chance that some of the murderer who killed his parents followers seeking revenge at some point so the troll wasn’t an issue for either Harry or me and even Dora could have if she hadn’t been so distraught with the bullying she received because of her gift.”

“It is good that Harry is like that and if I haven’t driven it in, I am somewhat jealous of you having such luck to find a master when I have not, but I do love Vincent even if at times I feel those urges such that even his dominant side can’t meet them,” June said as she really knew opening up more would happen eventually even if she had neglected telling her daughter that Vincent had terminated the idiot that tried to rape her before disposing of it through an upcoming somewhat criminal cunt that owned a pig farm. “I love him I really do, baby girl, but we are both switches and while I may not be a witch I did score as being highly empathic to the mood of others, and Vincent as much as I love him doesn’t have that same dominating presence even if he can act it quite well. So Harry has been you girls’ knight in not so shiny armor, and I am going to have to thank him for keeping an eye on you at school as both of us were worried as it seemed there was no way to see you there and we were not even able to see where you and the professor procured your supplies. I think showing you some more tricks after we have our playtime will be a good start, and learning how to completely control some normally involuntary muscles will be a good start in addition to the other ones I know you used by now.”

“Thanks mum for not panicking about that, and the incident was definitely a new one for Hogwarts: A History, but it worked out in the end as I had a new friend even if you noticed her issues,” Hermione said moving to hug her mum despite only being clad in sexy attire of an open blouse with bra and panties that contrasted her tanned skin nicely. “I look forward to more tricks after our playing, and yes we used them already, but Dora likely will be a natural since her gift allows her complete control of not just her muscles but her whole body as well. It may be several years early, but when I am older and not worried about other things I would like to see if partial control will further ease the issues with childbearing as Harry may not shout it to the rooftops, but it is obvious that he wants a large yet close family after the fake family that he grew up with before. It would be worth it, but there has to be a less painful way even if it has always been that way.”

June responded to the hug, and yet the anticipation was getting to her and they lulled into a less important series of discussions while they occasionally looked at May who was fidgeting in similar anticipation. Hermione had learned firsthand how almost addictive guzzling Harry’s releases were, but they had outside of Amy not had a woman wait so long after her first sampling. It seemed to have effects on May that were helping push her submissive tendencies almost as much as if she had begged to be fucked in the ass before getting her belly filled. Her mum didn’t seem to be as in the zone, but still Hermione could see that June was leaning to the submissive side of her personality although May would bring out her dominant side easily.

Still she wondered what May was thinking as she waited tingling in anticipation, but the discussion shifted to school and thankfully not all was about her sex life with her master or inquiries into if there were other pets she would meet. As it was, Hermione was relaxed enough not to be consciously suppressing her interest in how the choice of outfit made her mum look delectable enough to sample her directly, but it was more of an appreciation for her form unlike how she was contemplating playing with May even as her adopted aunt was none the wiser in who was around. Harry didn’t need the option to have a tag off, but her mum didn’t have the rituals that further raised her master’s stamina and recovery to the levels they were currently at sufficient to humble part Veela so easily. May did look similar enough to her mum, and the nights watching her parents romping had been arousing, but while they waited for her master to return from dropping off Mari and her father, they were able to get some much needed girl talk in that her reluctance to admit that her master had her every way they could think of trying allowed.

Her mum hadn’t seen the gorgeous woman in her little black dress, but Hermione wondered if she would look as arousing in it as the woman had, and Harry would hopefully drag her back or her father for them to play with her. Dora, Alice and Anne were with Fleur somewhere and thus out of the way for this bit of fun, but that was all right with Hermione, as she wanted it to be a smaller group that witnessed this for the first time. Dora would likely go down on slurping her mum out and more so once Harry had sprayed her slick sex, but in the meantime, there were things to think about and talk with her mum about even as she mussed that shoving some toys from Lela’s shop let alone Nikki’s additions would make May just a bit more properly basted for stuffing. Her master had informed her about his office and its additions, and Hermione wondered if he would actually acquire a trunk with building sized expansions designed to have a portable dungeon, but she knew that there were no lack of willing occupants even if the strange delirium to reduce Fleur and Apolline to little more than milk cows providing milk and honey for his tea had passed.

Harry did trust her and yet there was the fact while she had witnessed her master’s horror shows of retribution, Hermione still hadn’t properly stained her hands with human lives even if she had been in human blood having lapped at it and drawn it before. Dora likewise as well as Su as far as she knew of their more close not group had yet to take a life even if it was necessary, but even though their master had not given the order, Hermione suspected that Dora would be the one to end Lucius Malfoy, while fate would not be so kind as to provide another Defense Professor for the slaughter. It was possible considering that Dumbledore seemed to be into rendering the masses into sheep, but from Penny and Dora they learned that his brother was almost his opposite in running his bar in Hogsmeade. Dora hadn’t been there just yet, but it would likely be better than the Three Broomsticks even though her master had read about how it was a Potter investment and Madame Rosmerta was supposed to be attractive voluptuous and almost unattainable. The mirrors would be a nice side project to take the place of the impossible to use at Hogwarts cell phones that were starting to become popular even if they were bulky and ugly.

Still as Hermione listened to one of her mum’s unknowingly censored stories, she knew her master would be here soon to leave the three of them drenched in sweat with faces smiling from the frequency and intensity of orgasms. She had mostly suppressed that horrific notion as a replacement to Azkaban for those not necessarily deserving death even though Alice and Anne were each more kill happy then her and each other respectively, but those that tormented her and were even more empty headed than her year mate’s twin really could be put to better use in that way and they could also be milked of blood for when it became necessary. It was a bit more horrific in its duration than the typical suppressed urge to have ripped their tits off and gouged their cunts off after repeatedly punching and kicking them until their pelvis shattered.

‘It won’t be long now,’ Hermione thought as she tried to focus on her hearing to hear her master the moment he arrived, but it was not likely to happen as he could likely sneak up and spook a vampire. ‘Still it is nice to know mum a bit more, and her stories wouldn’t have been considered child appropriate bedtime stories. They are less horrific than the unsanctified Grimm Fairy Tales or the magical truths, but that was since no one really thought of children back then as anything other than chattel, possible resources, or maybe heirs for sons and daughters to make alliances.’

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