ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.
Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.
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Chapter 24: Bubbles & Bartering
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Harry blinked as he took in the scene before him. Confusion tangled with a mix of surprise, exasperation, and arousal, creating quite the conundrum of conflicting feelings inside his mind. Narcissa and Daphne both blinked back at him with equal looks of surprise covering their features. The two blondes were clad in what could just barely be called bikinis.
In reality, they were little more than thin strips of maroon and gold lace that just barely covered their sexes. The small patches covering their nipples were equally as minuscule. A good portion of Narcissa’s areola was peaking out from behind the small triangular slivers of cloth, her heavy breasts stretching the skimpy bathing suit to its absolute limits. Daphne’s faired a bit better. The younger blonde had a more slim build than the curvaceous one Narcissa possessed, but even still, her bikini left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her bubbly, round arse was on full display, the back string disappearing between her malleable cheeks. In fact, the only purpose the back string served at all was to draw his eyes down to the red jewelled buttplug glittering between Daphne’s arse cheeks.
Needless to say, arousal was quickly winning out in the internal war for dominance of his emotions.
“Ahem.”
The sound of a throat clearing tore his gaze away from Daphne’s arse. Narcissa had moved from her place, leaning over the slowly filling bathtub, to now standing only a scant few feet away from him.
“Do not look so surprised, my love. You’ve walked in on far worse,” she huffed, stepping forward to wrap her arms around the back of his neck.
Harry’s hands automatically landed upon the swell of her hips as he considered her words. It was true that this was hardly the most shocking scene he’d walked in on before. Living in a manor with almost a dozen horny witches tended to lead to more than a few unexpected erotic displays. In fact, just a few days before, he’d passed by Pansy’s room only to find her door wide open while the brunette in question was busy burying her tongue deep inside Luna’s soaking wet cunt. Walking in on Narcissa and Daphne wearing skimpy bikinis was tame compared to that.
“I suppose you’re right,” he breathed, pulling Narcissa in close. “It’s certainly a nice surprise either way.” He slipped his hands down as he spoke, unashamedly groping the older woman’s plush arse as he shot her a roguish smirk.
Narcissa rolled her eyes, the light smile on her lips betraying her as she allowed his hands their fill of her spectacular backside.
“It’s our way to apologise,” Daphne spoke up. The blonde waved her hand at the bathtub faucet, turning it off with a small pulse of magic as she approached him and Narcissa. “We overstepped after the ball. We–No, I doubted you even after you’ve proven time and time again you know how to handle men like Voss. It was petulant of me, and I have nothing to say other than: I’m sorry.”
“We both are,” Narcissa added. The older witch reached out and wrapped an arm around Daphne’s waist, pulling the girl in close until they were both pressed against his chest. “Daphne may wish to take most of the blame, but I earned just as much of your ire as she. I allowed the favour you’ve shown me to cloud my judgement. That lapse caused me to forget myself, creating the belief that my opinions held more weight than your own, but that’s not true. Not because you are our lord and master, but because you are your own person, my love.” Narcissa reached up with her other hand, the softness of her palm pressing gently against his cheek as she stared up with fervent remorse. “Too many of your choices have been stolen from you, and despite knowing that, we tried to take yet another. We see now how harmful our actions were, and we regret them deeply. It pains me to know that our words that night hurt you so. Forgive us, my love.”
Harry took a breath as he digested Narcissa’s words. He wasn't angry with them, not anymore at least, but could he forgive them? The last few days have allowed him time to reflect on Narcissa and Daphne’s actions. He knew their words came from a place of concern, as biting as they had been. He supposed that he could have been a bit more forthcoming with his reasons as well. Still, their blatant doubt of his decisions had hurt. Rationalising their words could only ease that pain so much.
Yet despite that pain, Harry did miss them. Narcissa had been a constant in his life for months now. Where at first she was little more than a tool for his pleasure, Narcissa had grown to become the very strings of his heart, the breath of his lungs, and the steadiness of the ground beneath his feet. He could not imagine life without her by his side.
Daphne was equally important. Their relationship had started differently. First it was a mere business transaction until, slowly, it transformed into a tentative friendship with an undertone of something more. By the time she bound herself to him, Harry had all but become enraptured by her. Her wit was unmatched, her mind sharper than the Sword of Gryffindor itself, and her beauty enchanting. Before he knew it, Daphne had found her own place in his heart right next to Narcissa.
Forgiving them was a forgone conclusion. He could see the remorse in their eyes as they stared up at him. Their words were not empty. Narcissa and Daphne both truly regretted their actions, and though the pain still lingered, their remorse soothed it greatly.
“Come here,” he murmured, tilting his head down.
Narcissa sucked in a choked breath, her crystal blue eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into the kiss. Their lips met softly, like a tender caress meant to speak the words that echoed out from their hearts.
‘I’m sorry,’ Narcissa’s lips said, gentle and hesitant but no less full of love.
‘I forgive you,’ Harry’s spoke back, his lips more sure and steady, but still radiating the devotion he felt for this woman.
Narcissa whimpered and pulled away, a single tear falling from her eye as Harry turned and pulled Daphne in for a kiss of her own.
The younger blonde mewled softly as their lips connected. The same tenderness from his kiss with Narcissa was present, yet different all the same. Daphne’s lips were more desperate, a fearful fervour lingering at the edges as if she were trying to prove her remorse through the kiss itself. Harry pulled the blonde closer, pressing a hand against the small of her back as his own lips met her desperation with a soothing comfort.
‘I didn’t mean it,’ Daphne’s lips spoke.
‘I know,’ his replied.
Their kiss ended with a gasp as Daphne pulled away, her eyes glassy and her smile shaky. Harry pressed a small kiss to the crown of her head. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to loosen the tension in the younger blonde’s shoulders.
“Well, now that that’s out of the way—I believe it’s time for us to show you just how sorry we are, my lord,” Narcissa said with a demure smile. “Don’t you agree, Daphne, my sweet?”
Daphne nodded, taking a moment to compose herself before she, too, looked up at him with a charged smile.
“Indeed,” she said, dragging a manicured nail down the centre of Harry’s sternum. “However, it appears our lord is far too overdressed. We cannot properly apologise with so much offending clothing in the way.”
Narcissa hummed, her fingers ghosting along the waistband of his pants. “You’re right, my sweet. We shall have to remedy that.”
Without another word, Narcissa dropped into a squat in front of him, her deft fingers making easy work of his button and zipper. With a single tug, both his trousers and boxers were pulled down. The cool bathroom air washed over his cock for the briefest moment before it was suddenly replaced by the damp warmth of Narcissa’s tongue. Harry groaned as the blonde witch licked him from base to tip before descending back down to lap at his sack. In only a few short moments, he was hard as a rock with the vast majority of his cock resting atop Narcissa’s face as she took one of his bloated balls into her mouth and sucked.
As content as he was to allow Narcissa to do what she did best, she was not the only blonde present. Daphne giggled as one of his wandering hands found its way to her bum. The former Slytherin allowed him his fun, even turning ever so slightly to allow him easier access to her bubbly arse as she sought out his lips with her own. This kiss was different from the last. While the other was one of tenderness and seeking forgiveness, now Daphne’s lips moved against his with the smouldering heat of their building arousal. Tongue and saliva mixed messily as he plundered her mouth, while below, his hands plundered the blonde’s body as well. Daphne let slip a small keening whine as his other hand found its way to her tits while the other continued to grope her smooth, round bum.
The abyssmally small bikini top stood little chance against him. A single tug was all ittook for the thin strings to come untied, falling to the floor in a tiny heap and leaving the expanse of Daphne’s grapefruit-sized breasts fully exposed. Already her nipples were crinkled and hard, the pointed tips like small mountain peaks against the pads of his fingers as he teased and flicked both. Daphne whimpered from the stimulation. It didn't provide the blonde much pleasure, but it did drive her absolutely mad with arousal.
Which is why it wasn't much of a surprise when Daphne pulled away from him, her pupils blown wide and chest fluttering with small gasps of barely contained lust. The blonde didn't say a word as she too dropped down before him, a look of ravenous hunger taking control of her features as she all but pushed Narcissa to the side and engulfed his cock with her mouth.
Narcissa shot the younger blonde a small glare and scoffed. The former pureblood matron leaned back down, her tongue lathering the underside of his shaft near his balls while Daphne worked the upper half with her velvety mouth. Harry grunted at the dual oral stimulation, his hands threading through Narcissa’s platinum blonde locks and Daphne’s honey gold as both women worked his cock in their own way.
Where Narcissa enjoyed using her tongue to its fullest potential, mixing together sensual long licks along his shaft and swirls of her tongue around his balls, Daphne preferred to let her mouth do most of the work, wrapping her lips tightly around his girth to form a vacuum seal as she took him with fast, rhythmic sucks. It was a deadly combination and one that had Harry ready to blow his load within just a few short minutes.
“Fuck! Cissy, Daph, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his hips bucking, forcing his cock deeper inside of Daphne’s throat while Narcissa sucked lewdly on his pulsing sack.
Both women spent another few seconds sucking and licking until Harry was sure he would erupt inside of Daphne’s throat. Yet right as he reached that precipice, both witches suddenly pulled back, their faces flushed and faces covered in a mixture of saliva and ruined makeup.
“Come, my lord,” Narcissa said, a look of overwhelming hunger on her face as she took his hand. Daphne joined her, taking his other hand as they led him to the large tub filled to the brim with steaming water and frothing bubbles. The bathtub was an addition Narcissa made to the master suite shortly after she moved in. Its golden fixtures and Italian marble tiles had cost a fortune, but the blonde milf had spent over a week ‘convincing’ him it was a necessary expenditure (he had spent nearly as much gold buying contraceptive potions that week as he had on the remodel, but Narcissa had definitely made it worth the price).
The opulent bathtub was one of the girls’ favourite parts of the manor. It wasn’t uncommon, in fact, to find two or three of the others enjoying a nice long soak at random hours of the day. The tub was big enough to fit almost all of them with room to spare after all.
Slipping into the steaming water, Harry pulled both blondes close, his lips colliding with Narcissa’s while Daphne trailed small kisses down the side of his jaw. The younger witch continued south, past his chest and abs, down until her lips once more met the head of his cock. Harry hissed with pleasure against Narcissa’s lips as Daphne sucked hard on his oversensitive tip before her mouth was suddenly replaced by the rapid strokes of her hand.
“Your sluts need to be punished, my lord,” Daphne purred, her hand moving at an almost blazing speed on his spit-soaked shaft.
Harry groaned, Narcissa’s lips leaving his to nip at the flesh of his throat.
“We need to be reminded of our place, do we not?” Narcissa whispered, her tongue flicking against the lobe of his ear.
“You do,” he agreed, his voice no more than a growl.
Surging forward, Harry grasped the older witch by her throat, forcing a low moan from her lips as he pushed her against the far side of the large tub. The next second, he grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her up until her bum rested on the edge of the bath. Grasping her by the thighs, Harry roughly pried Narcissa’s legs open, the older milf spreading them willingly as he tore the slutty bikini bottoms from her hips.
“Daphne,” he snapped, snapping his gaze to the younger witch. Daphne immediately moved, shuffling forward on her knees through the water until she was right next to him. “Lick”, he ordered, nodding down at Narcissa’s smoothly shaven cunt. Daphne obeyed readily, leaning down to circle the older witch’s clit with her tongue while she stared up at him with wide, lust-glazed eyes. Narcissa cooed in delight from the blonde’s skillful ministrations, yet a moment later her small coo broke out into a deep, wanton moan as Harry slipped inside her tight, moistened cunt.
Even as he began thrusting, Daphne stayed in place, her tongue working hard, massaging Narcissa’s hardened nub while he fucked the slutty milf’s weeping pussy. Narcissa let her moans run free, spilling from her lips with every shaky breath as her quim was plundered by Harry’s cock and Daphne’s tongue. Even when Harry’s hand wrapped tightly around her throat, her cries of pleasure refused to be silent. If anything, the pressure on her airway only made the blonde’s wails increase in volume, her cunt positively gushing with her arousal from a combination of the light asphyxiation and rough fucking.
The water sloshed chaotically as Harry rammed his hips forward at a thunderous pace, splashing against the three of them. None of them cared, though. Narcissa hardly noticed a few sprinkles of water when her mind was so heavily flooded with pleasure. She was close, very, very close. Her toes were already curled tight, her back arching, forcing her heaving tits up into the air as the wet squelches of her cunt grew louder with every thrust. A scream tore its way from her throat just as her end arrived, her entire body locking up as she shook with climax around Harry’s cock. A gush of her juices splashed against his groin, seeping into the bath water as Harry pulled out of her quivering cunt. His cock throbbed, its hunger not yet satiated.
On her knees, Daphne had just enough time to give one last teasing lick to Narcissa’s clit before she was roughly hauled to her feet. The younger blonde giggled. She openly enjoyed being tossed around and did not see any reason to fight against Harry’s rough handling, freely allowing herself to be bent over Narcissa’s quivering form.
She knew what her lord would command of her next and so did not hesitate in crashing her lips against Narcissa’s own. The older witch hummed tiredly, her nimble fingers dancing across Daphne’s ribs before coming to rest on her arse. Narcissa smirked against her lips. Daphne only had a moment to wonder why before her arse cheeks were suddenly spread wide by the older woman’s hands and the jewelled butt plug slowly pulled out of her arse.
Daphne groaned, breaking the kiss as she looked back with a bite of her lips in anticipation. She met Harry’s gaze, his intention clear in his green eyes. Daphne could only nod, her hips wiggling enticingly as she felt his cockhead press against the opening of her arse.
“Fuccccckkkk,” Daphne moaned, her voice low and slightly slurred as her arse was filled to the brim by her lover’s big cock. Narcissa mumured something with a demure purr in her ear, but Daphne did not catch it over the sounds of her own hitching breath. For the first half-dozen thrusts, the blonde could only squeak as her arse was assaulted. Her pussy was already drenched before, but now, as she was jostled back and forth by the eager sawing of Harry’s hips, Daphne’s inner thighs were positively drenched as her pussy wept from the pleasure.
Anal was not her favourite type of sex, truth be told. She would always prefer feeling Harry’s cock stretch her pussy than her arse, but tonight was about proving she was his—magically, spiritually, and physically. While anal sex might be lower on her list of personal pleasures, her submissive kink certainly made up for it as she gave herself fully to Harry’s whims.
She groaned as the pressure of her impending climax built. Narcissa’s lips roamed the side of her throat, suckling on her pulsepoint and further heightening the pleasure Daphne felt coursing through her body. A particularly hard thrust from Harry made her go completely rigid, every nerve in her body teetering on the edge before, with one final thrust, Harry shuddered behind her, filling her arse with a flood of warmth that set the ravages of her orgasm completely free.
Her moan was muffled against the crook of Narcissa’s neck, no more than a whining keen as her arse quiverred with every pulse of Harry’s cock. By the time her climax began to wane, her arse was fully seeded and tingling with a strange combination of numb nerves and light soreness.
Time passed lazily after that. After resting, Harry helped the girls get cleaned up before they sank fully into the bath together. The tub's enchantments ensured that the water had stayed hot while they had their fun, allowing them to fully relax beneath the steaming surface.
Harry pulled the girls close, Narcissa and Daphne taking their place of either side of him with their heads lying on his chest. He trailed his fingers up and down Narcissa’s sides while Daphne absentmindedly traced small circles into the palm of his other hand.
It was quiet.
Peaceful.
But now it was his turn to speak.
“Threats like Voss will always be present in my life. Do you two understand that? Perhaps I am not the best at reading political motives or picking apart the odd convoluted scheme, but I am accustomed to the danger men like him and Nott pose,” He sighed, allowing his head to fall back as he stared up at the ceiling. “I will always listen to your thoughts and advice. You two are brilliant, and I would be a fool not to heed your words, but my decisions are my own. I will make mistakes, and when I do, I expect you two to hold me accountable for them, but they are still my mistakes to make. You have to trust that I will always make the choices that I believe are the best.”
He sighed again, allowing silence to persist for a tense moment before he picked his head up once more and looked down at the two women who held his heart.
“But also trust that I’ll know when I’m out of my depth. Trust,” he said, voice pointed yet warm, “in my trust for you both, because when I am out of depth, you two are the ones I will always rely upon to pull me back from the brink.”
Narcissa and Daphne stared up at him, their eyes glassy yet thoughtful. For a few long moments, they said nothing before the silence was broken by Narcissa as she cupped his cheek.
“Always, my love.”
Daphne nodded, laying her head against his shoulder.
“Forever,” she murmured.
Harry smiled and pulled the girls in closer, allowing a new silence to fill the room. One of trust and comfort.
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Harry hummed to himself as he looked over the proposal in his hands. It was simple enough, he supposed. Garnish-free investments in return for twenty-five percent of all earnings deposited directly into a new mastery scholarship fund for Muggle-born graduates. A fair enough trade, but he could still need some convincing.
“I can’t find a reason not to, at least, consider your proposal, Lady Parkinson, though I do hope you understand when I say I am hesitant to agree, considering your house’s past actions,” Harry explained as he set the stack of parchment to the side and glanced up at the pureblood matriarch.
Lady Parkinson’s only reply was a ragged gasp as she slammed herself down upon his cock once more. She likely hadn't even heard a word he said. The older witch was far too busy fucking herself on his cock, her tight arsehole at the full mercy of his hardened girth as she bounced up and down with wild abandon. Harry simply chuckled at the Parkinson matriarch’s obvious distraction and simply sat back to enjoy the view.
In this position, he had a full, unobstructed view of the slutty noblewoman’s arse as it rippled with every slam of her hips against his. While she certainly was no match for Pansy’s juicy-toned figure, the mother certainly was appealing enough that Harry found no reason to object when she entered his office without so much as a stitch of clothing on.
Grunting sharply, Harry brought his hands up to grip the older brunette’s arse. She’d been going for some time now, and it was obvious her legs were beginning to tire, but Harry was enjoying the feel of her tight back door squeezing his cock far too much to allow her to stop now. Using her arsecheeks as handholds, Harry manually bounced the woman up and down. Alerie’s moans increased in volume as she was finally allowed some respite, her legs now shaking more from the pleasure than the exhaustion in her thighs.
“Perhaps some concessions wouldn’t be too unreasonable,” he grunted, enjoying the way the whorish witch screamed out from a particularly hard thrust inside her quivering arsehole. “What do you think, Pansy?” he asked, glancing at the younger brunette in the corner.
Pansy shrugged, her eyes glued to where her mother was being used like a veritable cocksleeve with a malicious smirk. “I dunno. Do you think she’s really earned it? I mean c’mon, my lord. She’s barely lasted ten minutes with your cock up her arse. I lasted at least twice as long when you buggered me last night, and that was after you dumped two loads down my throat.”
“True,” Harry smirked. Bringing Alerie down flush onto his cock, he yanked the older witch back by her hair, eliciting a cry of surprise and pain from her. “Your daughter is right, Alerie. I’m afraid you’re going to have to do much better before I even think about agreeing to your proposal.”
“B-But my lord–”
Harry silenced the older woman with a sharp tug of her hair. “Do you want your investments or not, my lady?” The last part he said with another tug on her blonde locks, eliciting a small half-cry, half-moan as his cock was forced just the slightest bit deeper inside her quivering arse.
“W–What must I do?” Alerie stammered, her voice nervous but with a slight undercurrent of excitement. Though she was hilted on top of his cock, the woman’s instincts had taken over, her hips moving in a slow gyration up and down, keeping the stimulation flowing.
Instead of answering himself, Harry turned back to the younger Parkinson with a questioning look. “Pansy?” he asked as he returned to bouncing the older woman up and down on his cock. The slow rocking of Alerie’s hips had slowly been driving him mad, and now he was determined to reach his peak inside the tight confines of her arse. Alerie’s moans returned with full force. She collapsed back against him, fully allowing him to fuck her as he pleased.
Uncaring of her mother’s loud moans, Pansy tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps she should experience what it is truly like to serve? After all, she was willing to see her only daughter off into servitude quickly enough. I believe she deserves the same treatment, even if only for a few days.”
“You want your mother to become a maid?” he asked with a raised brow.
Pansy shook her head. “No. I want her to be used.” She spoke the last word with a sharp glare directed at Alerie.
Harry grunted, both in understanding and pleasure, as he finally reached his end. With a final, thunderous thrust, Harry sheathed himself fully inside the Parkison matron’s tight arse and released, flooding her bowels with his cum.
With a ragged breath, Harry glanced up to meet Alerie’s fearful gaze as the realisation of her daughter’s words washed over her. Harry smirked.
“I think we can manage that.”
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Author’s Note
Sorry for the delay on this one. I was having a lot of trouble actually making Narcissa and Daphne’s apology seem meaningful while also showing that Harry was, in fact, still bothered by their fight. Also that last scene with Alerie was added simply because I meant to bring her back in the fold last chapter but wasn’t able to make it work. Let me know what you all think!
Thanks for reading!