Chapter 4
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Harry appeared through the floo in the restaurant Narcissa had arranged for him to meet Ms. Zabini in. It was a nice restaurant, better than any he had ever been to, and he knew that Aunt Petunia would be going green in envy if she could see him right now.
It was a dark Italian restaurant, make of brick with few windows around the place, lavishly decorated with the finest of furniture and carpets. It seemed the type of place only the rich ruling class would meet and make deals in, or the type where a wizard would meet and interview his future Mistress like he was now.
He glanced around the entrance room, found who he was looking for, and nearly stumbled.
Simply put, Julia Zabini was more than what he expected. Narcissa was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but Julia was beautiful in a different way. The woman seemed as if she was bred to destroy men, to have sex till the day she died.
She wore a black dress that hugged her seductive hourless body. He knew the color of the dress was chosen for a reason, in order for her to convey some sort of power and authority over the situation. But there was a different meaning behind the dress's color, perhaps a wish to retain a certain degree of privacy and mystery? Narcissa had warned him about her, to not let his guard down, and had tutored him accordingly in order to prepare for this meeting.
But even then he could not resist a glance every now and then, doing his best to be discreet. Her breasts were big, likely as big or bigger than Cissy's own pair, only difference being that Julia seemed to have no problem with showing off how big they were. The two dark breasts that sat on her chest were barely being held back by her dress and a bra that was no doubt straining under the weight of them. Even then, her dress revealed plenty of cleavage, enough that it was a struggle for even him to maintain eye contact.
But that was not the only thing Ms. Zabini offered, her dress was fairly open in the back, and led down to the fattest ass he had ever seen. The woman's ass was huge, with two big round cheeks seemingly mounted on a shelf. She possessed child-bearing hips, with thick thighs and long legs that Harry desperately wanted to see outside of that dress she wore. If he struggled not to ogle her big breasts, then he completely failed when walking behind her and watching that fat ass ripple and bounce under the slightest movement.
One of the establishment's House elves had sat then at a table, oddly having them placed so that they were sharing a corner. They had yet to so much as share a word, something that was making Harry somewhat nervous.
Daphne, despite being known as the Ice Queen, had been talking a lot during his previous date, while this one seemed to be going kind of slow for some reason. As much as he hated to admit it, it was killing his confidence, and he knew it would almost be improper for him to say the first word.
"You know… I don't really know what to say." Harry said suddenly, surprising himself by voicing his own thoughts.
Julia put down her menu, something she had been using to distract herself with the past few minutes as she tried and failed to think of ways to introduce herself to Harry Potter in a way that would work. She had seduced plenty of men in her lifetime, yet having a celebrity of his fame sitting with her was somewhat daunting.
"I'm afraid that it's the same with me." Julia replied. "Perhaps an introduction? My name is Julia Zabini, but please call me Julia."
"Err… I'm Harry Potter. But you can just call me Harry." Harry said awkwardly, in a way that nearly made her laugh, as she half-grinned in amusement. "I should probably apologize over all this."
"What do you mean?" She asked curiously.
"Over all this Mistress stuff." Harry replied, rubbing his hair awkwardly. "Narcissa keeps getting ahead of herself on things, and this is like the second time now something like this has happened. I am sorry that you would be placed in a situation like this."
"Nonsense, there is no need to apologize." Julia replied, feeling her cheeks redden. Few, if any, men had apologized to her in life. It was a strange feeling for it to start now, especially with Harry doing it, someone who seemed completely oblivious to his own position in this conversation.
She had expected him to show up with a Gringotts-made contract of the strictest possible standards. Julia half expected to lose all her gold today, and to go by the nickname "whore" for the rest of her life. She had been expecting to do all this in order to become Harry's mistress, allowing her safety from those French Aurors who were after her head.
"I mean, is it true you want to be my… mistress? Narcissa sort of explained it to me, but even then, I don't really get it." Harry continued on.
"It is my intent to do so." Julia nodded. "Even if a House's Mistress is not the most dignified position, it is the best I can hope for in my position."
"Oh, well if you want to then I guess it will work out." Harry shrugged. "I should tell you the same thing I told Cissy, and that you can do anything you want even though you'll be my… Mistress. Marry, get a job, feel free to live your life as you want."
Julia felt her vision blur, a strange sense of incomprehension dawning on her mind. It simply did not seem possible for this conversation to become this… odd. She wondered if this is what Narcissa hinted at when it came to Harry Potter. Could any wizard be this… kind?
She looked at him for the first time, or at least really looked at him. Harry Potter was handsome, with black hair and green eyes that reflected the pure power he held within. He was thin, almost to the point she would say he was malnurished at some point, yet he was muscular and strong at the same time.
And finally, there was that strange sensation that drifted from him. A certain feeling one got when near a powerful wizard. There was of course his fame, being that he was one of the most famous wizards alive, and definitely had the influence that came with it, but there was something else. It was almost as if she was sitting next to a personified ley-line in that moment, the power drifting off him almost casually.
She felt a strange need growing within her, a heat between her legs that promised endless lust for the wizard in front of her. Harry seemed content to simply let her live her life, but what if she didn't want that? She wanted to be his whore. His mistress. The woman he would take his frustrations out on away from his wife, the one who would be his secret backroom relief away from the public eye.
It was a strange depraved world that few witches and wizards spoke of, being the Lord's Mistress in a Great House. For some reason she found herself wanting to be part of it in that moment, to be Harry Potter's whore behind the scenes.
"I am quite sure that being your Mistress will satisfy my life's desires." Julia replied, giving Harry the look she only gave certain men, while adjusting her poise. He gulped, and clearly adjusting his trousers. "Tell me, Harry, what rigorous trials have you undergone? Even from outside Hogwarts I hear of your adventures."
She slowly reached her hand over so it was resting on his muscular thigh, the tip of her finger grazing his big, thick, humongous shaft through his trousers. She felt her eyes widen before her gaze turned hungry, knowing that her future Lord wasn't even hard and yet his shaft was already so massive.
Harry spoke of his adventures in the Triwizard tournament, actually enjoying the conversation with Julia for once instead of feeling apprehensive about the subject. He usually hated talking about his own achievements, not wanting to brag or take credit for things he didn't feel deserved praise. And yet he was able to talk to her in a relaxing way that made him feel as if he wasn't saying anything wrong.
She seemed to quite enjoy it actually, nodding and adding her own thoughts to his own. It actually helped him to digest and analyze the insanity that was his life for once instead of just accepting it and moving on.
But there was something… wrong with this situation. The woman across from him was clearly willing to have sex with him. Rough sex, if Narcissa was to be believed, but that didn't make things right.
He already had Narcissa's love, and potentially Daphne's. What else could he need when it came to women? And at a certain point did it just become excessive?
Harry was coming to like Daphne Greengrass.
She was so kind, bright, and his date with her had been one of the best times in his life. The Slytherin witch was so sweet and kind to him, yet so mysterious and interesting at the same time. It brought a nice change of pace to his life, where he could take a breath and enjoy the innocent time he spent with her.
He would not say that he loved her, it was simply too early to decide on such a thing, but he could certainly see himself arriving to that conclusion at some point. Even with that in mind he did his best to indulge her and do what would make her happy.
That said, was it right to see other witches behind Daphne's back?
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"Please-please-please-please!" The man begged under her.
Her fat ass continued to pound against his muscular thighs, enveloping his shaft insider her tight cervix with each bounce.
She groaned, feeling the man was close to being completely useless in satisfying her. He would be the third muggle she had used this night, and yet she still felt not even a fraction of the pleasure she felt when simply being near Harry Potter.
The muggle she was using now was a bodybuilder, tall and huge with a cock that could make most woman scream in pain. Yet he was useless compared to Harry Potter, and the pleasure she simply recieved by the thought of him at this point.
Only few wizards had the power to turn witches into quivering orgasmic wrecks, a talent as rare as magic might. She had seen it with Narcissa, that cold bitch who practically ruled Britain through her husband, and left him only to find a witch's dream partner.
Harry Potter had that power, the one she had been unintentionally searching for. He didn't stare at her tits like most, or the rest of her curvy body even. Instead he looked into her eyes, seemingly more interested in her personality of all things.
Damn it all! She seethed as she pistoned down harder on the muggle man, causing his eyes to roll back as he gurgled and moaned in pleasure. He fired his load, a worthless waste of muggle seed her body simply absorbed. Muggle cum was worthless to her, and it only made her crave Harry Potter's powerful wizard cum even more.
Julia stood up from the unconscious muggle with contempt, his huge ugly cock flapping out of her cunt. It was a big shaft the muggle possessed, but she knew it wouldn't compare to Harry's. She had felt his shaft, if only briefly, and knew that it was something she desired. A cock that would hollow out her insides, obliterate her womb, and bulge out her stomach with its sheer weight. Compared to the muggle before her, she knew Harry was bigger soft than he was hard.
She apparated away, leaving the muggle's apartment and appearing back in her own bedroom. Julia opened her dresser, and began going through outfits as she mentally prepared for the next time she would see Harry.
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He walked between the rows of plants arranged neatly on the grounds of Greengrass Manor, flowers, herbs, bushes, and everything in between seemed to exist here, all while being surrounded by the greenest grass Harry had ever seen. Green grass indeed.
"Hi Harry!" Daphne waved to him happily, adorned with a pair of brown gardening overalls and a straw hat that simply looked too good on her in his opinion.
He smiled as she approached, and she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Father told me you would be visiting, I'm sorry that I haven't dressed up yet."
"Don't worry about it, I used to garden for my aunt and uncle all the time." He replied. "I just wanted to speak to you about some… things."
Daphne tilted her head, sitting down on a nearby stone bench and prompting him to do the same. "Go on."
"I erm…" Harry floundered for words. "I am in a relationship, with Narcissa, I mean, and I can't help but feel that it's wrong. For me to be with her… while seeing you, that doesn't seem like something you would be okay with."
"Oh Harry, why wouldn't I be okay with it?" Daphne grabbed his hand to comfort him. "She is your courtesan, is she not? It's acceptable for you to be intimate with her."
"It just doesn't exactly feel right." Harry explained with a shrug. "And that's not the only thing, Narcissa has set me up with someone she wants to be my Mistress. I've met with her, and decided to speak with you before continuing on."
"I think it would be great if you got a Mistress to service your needs, Harry. Not only that, but it is a mark of a powerful Lord to have not only a Courtesan, but also a Mistress." She realized he wasn't convinced.
Daphne rested her hand on his thigh, close enough to his shaft she was able to give it a comfortable stroke through his clothing. Harry gritted back a groan, feeling himself harden almost instantly at her touch. His date with Ms. Zabini earlier had been hard enough, and his girlfriend was only fueling his lust with her actions.
Daphne suddenly removed her hand, placing it back in her lap calmly as he struggled with his lust. "W-What are you doing?"
"You have to want it, Harry." Daphne replied, looking him intently in the eyes. "Witches like Wizards who take control, who dominate. Your Wife, Courtesan, and Mistress all exist to support you, but you need to control them accordingly. So that's what you need to do, own me, dominate me. Take me."
He stared at her with shock, his eyes wide as he processed her words. His mind went back to Narcissa, and his interactions with her. He wasn't oblivious enough to not notice how she responded to when he was rough, when he took control as Daphne put it. It was an urge he repressed, a desire he kept in the back of his mind that he knew would ruin any woman he touched. Now it was one Daphne wanted.
He thought of Narcissa, of his date earlier with Julia, and finally of the witch in front of him. His cock throbbed, a repressed urge coming to the surface. He would take Narcissa, Julia, and finally, he would take Daphne, claim her, and make her his.
"Very well." His eyes gained a dark powerful gaze, one that caused Daphne to quiver. "Are you ready to become my personal Witch?"
"Yes sir." Daphne bit her lip, her thighs rubbing together with need.
"Good." Harry said with deep satisfaction, causing her arousal to deepen. "Get on your knees."
Daphne fell to her knees almost instantly, compelled by his words as if they were magically enhanced. Looking down at her made Harry feel powerful, a lewd satisfaction knowing his girlfriend was going to service him. He reached out, ready to take matters into his own hands as she stared intently at the tent in his pants.
Harry suddenly paused, a strange smell in the air getting his attention as he turned. Daphne's home rested in a large downhill valley, and at the base of the valley itself rested another manor much like her own, one that was on fire.
"Oh no!" Daphne stood, looking close to tears. "That's Susan's Manor! Her and her aunt live there!"
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"Be quiet Susan." Amelia whispered, looking her niece in the eye as she tried to get her point across.
The wards had alerted her to intruders just in time, and she had been able to grab Susan and pull her into the Manor's safe room before the fire stated. She had lost almost all of her family in the last war, and had taken every precaution since to ensure it wouldn't happen again.
Amelia looked about the rubble, the remains of their manor, as she and her niece hid behind a still standing stone fireplace. She could hear the attackers, and a glance told her they would discover them eventually. "Susan, I'm going to need you to escape while I distract them."
"Auntie, no!" Susan protested, only to quiet when she shushed her. "I'm not leaving you."
"Everything will be fine." Amelia said sternly, taking out an emergency portkey from her robes. "This is non-negotiable. When I tell you to run, head to the edge of the wards and and activate this. I will be right behind you."
Susan hesitantly took the portkey and nodded, while Amelia found an angle to attack the intruders from. "Go."
Susan ran, right as Amelia fired off her first spell. A cluster bombardment curse hit the group in the middle, throwing many of the intruders sky-high as other spells began to rain down on them from her wand. Bricks, wood, and glass, all the remains of her manor, erupted in explosions around the group of intruders.
She had clearly taken them by suprise, as nearly half the group was killed or incapacitated in the first moments. But soon they retaliated, as the ruined fireplace exploded next to her, followed by an unforgivable curse she narrowly dodged.
She heard one of them yell out in pain suddenly, and a different set of spellfire attack the group. She felt herself seize up, looking over to the side where Susan was attacking them on her own. Her niece down two of them, only for one of them to disarm and stun her before grabbing her unconscious body as a hostage.
"Silly girl." The Death Eater holding her sneered, his wand pressed against Susan's neck.
"Let her go!" Amelia yelled, leaving her cover with her wand drawn.
"Madam Bones, how nice of you to reveal yourself." A slimy, yet familiar, voice greeted her. He was dressed in all black, with a silver mask, an outfit she would recognize anywhere. She recognized the voice too, Travers was a Death Eater who escaped Azkaban with the Imperius defense. He was one of only two Death Eaters left, the other holding her nice hostage.
"Death Eaters. Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort had returned, I guess he was right." Amelia stated coldly. "It was bold of you to come here, but I guess taking out your opponents inside the Ministry would be your first move."
"Madam Bones." Travers spoke, his slimy voice making her skin crawl. "After today, you will find you have no family left. Kill the girl!"
Her eyes widened, heart freezing, wand moving to her niece as the world seemed to slow. Suddenly the Death Eater holding Susan fell over with a stunner, revealing a black haired young man behind him with his wand in hand.
A tan curse, a bone breaker, hit him suddenly in the chest. Travers went to hit him with another curse, only for Amelia to hit him with a vicious bombardment hex that killed him.
Her attention turned to the black haired youth, a man she recognized as Harry Potter as she got closer to him. She got closer and helped him stand, as he clutched his chest in pain.
"Mr. Potter, are you alright?"
"Just a few broken ribs, feels like a bludger hit me." Potter coughed into his hand. "You're Ms. Bones, right? Susan's aunt? You're very beautiful."
She held him up, and felt something poking her on the lower half of her body. A look down revealed it was his big cock, as a noticeable bulge was running down his pants. Amelia felt herself blush, imagining how big his shaft must be to make a bulge that big.
She couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation, knowing that it was the shock from the pain that was probably doing this to him. Even then, she did feel a deep satisfaction from causing him to react in such a way. "Thank you, and yes. I am Susan's aunt, but you can call me Amelia. And you're quite handsome yourself."
Where did that come from? She had to wonder as she flirted with her rescuer.
"Hey, um… Amelia, would you go on a date with me after this?" Potter asked, his words somewhat slurred from his injury.
Amelia opened her mouth to decline, he was far too young, too famous, and way too big- well, that last part wasn't so bad- and it would be a scandal to see the head of the DMLE dating Harry Potter of all people! But, there was the lonely part of her mind that whispered to her, you haven't been on a date in years, and this is the least you could do to reward your rescuer.
It was that last part that convinced her, as even though all those things were true, she could at least get out and have a good time with Harry Potter. She gave him a peck on the cheek, making him blush in a way that made her giggle again. "I'd love to."
Chapter 5
Chapter Text
Harry coughed up the terrible-tasting potion, splattering it all over the dining table and across the room as Sirius dove to move out of the way.
"Watch it!" Sirius called out.
"S-Sorry." Harry got out between coughs, doing his best to gulp the rest down. "That stuff tastes terrible."
"Skelegro always tastes poor." Narcissa said from his side, watching with a frown as he gulped down the rest of the potion she had brewed for him. "Luckily you only had a few broken ribs, and they should be fully healed by the end of the day. I should ask that you be more careful in the future, for my sake at least."
"To think Death Eaters are operating so soon after Voldemort's return, and that they're targeting potential enemies in the Ministry. It's worrying to say the least." Sirius lamented, pinching his brow.
"Was it this way last time?" Tonks asked, a worried frown on her features.
"Yes." Sirius nodded solemnly. "But I didn't think things would get so bad this soon. I figured they would at least try and keep a low profile. What happened to the Bones has completely changed things, and we need to do something about it."
"How? It's really just the four of us, and it's not exactly like we have a plan or anything." Tonks said. "I know Dumbledore is off doing his own thing with the Ministry, but someone needs to do something about the Death Eater attacks if he won't."
"If we're going to go after the Dark Lord, we will need more than the four of us here." Narcissa spoke. "I have friends, contacts, I can use to get intel on Death Eater movements. That's not mentioning the elves I have access to, as well as my ex-husband's… activities."
"In the meantime we need to begin recruiting." Sirius stated.
Harry felt himself frown, a feeling of unease inside of him at Sirius' statement. "Are you sure about this? I'd hate to have to put people in harms way, especially if it means us sending them into danger."
Sirius seemed to actually pause and consider his words before he spoke. "I agree with Harry."
"We need more wizards if we are to fight the Dark Lord's forces." Narcissa said with a frown.
"In the last war, Dumbledore did exactly that with his Order of the Phoenix. Simply put, the entire thing was a mess."
"How so?" Tonks inquired.
"Mainly how information was disseminated throughout the group. Dumbledore liked to hold cards close to his chest, and he ended up getting a lot of people killed because of it. Members were sent on missions with faulty information, even ambushed, and that's not mentioning the lack of actual impact we had on the war. Dumbledore didn't really believe in fighting, or getting his hands dirty as they say, and often refused to face the Death Eaters in actual combat."
"Seriously?" Harry couldn't help but ask. "But I thought Dumbledore led the war against Voldemort?"
"It was really the Ministry, along with Crouch, who did most of the fighting in the last war." Narcissa informed him. "Aurors were the ones who were in charge of public safety and taking care of Death Eaters. As for Dumbledore, he seldomly intervened."
"So what is Dumbledore doing now then?" Harry asked, feeling off about the whole situation.
"The old man is getting together some of the old members of the Order, from what I've managed to gather at least." Sirius replied, sounding almost bitter. "Lupin told me only a small amount, before he stopped contacting me alltogether. It seems Dumbledore wants to have a much smaller, insulated group this time to fight against Voldemort. Or as I would prefer to call it, only his most loyal lapdogs."
Harry frowned and didn't say anything, instead glancing at Narcissa's expression out of the corner of his eye. She didn't seem to disagree, and Harry had to guess she had some of her own reservations about Dumbledore herself. It made him feel conflicted, having relief on Dumbledore for years, only for the Headmaster to suddenly abandon him all of a sudden.
He looked around, at Sirius, Tonks, and Narcissa, people who would fight for him, and he made a decision.
"What if we do something similar?" Harry suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked.
"I mean, what if we also begin gathering allies to fight as well." Harry explained. "We don't need to recruit loads of people, just those who are close to us that we can trust. I mean, I fought with Madam Bones earlier against the Death Eaters, surely we can trust her?"
"Amelia Bones would be a boon to our cause." Narcissa nodded. "I agree with Harry, we can't not find similar minded wizards to fight alongside us."
"Then I guess we'll all be on the lookout for allies." Sirius stated, getting up. "If you all don't mind, this old dog is going to take a nap."
"Harry and I will probably leave later while you're still asleep." Narcissa said before Sirius could exit the room. "We're going to make a quick trip to Diagon Alley and Gringotts to take care of some things."
"Don't wait on me." Sirius shrugged, heading out of the room.
Tonks then stood. "I have some patrols to do, see you guys later."
Harry nodded and stood up, walking with Narcissa up the stairwell several floors to the highest bedroom in the home, which had become their residence. The top floor had sort of become Harry's own, having only a few rooms that he and Narcissa shared.
When they entered their bedroom, Narcissa walked over to the bed before sitting on the edge of it seductively with her legs crossed and a teasing look on her face. "It seems it's just you and I, perhaps we can have some fun together…"
A confident cocksure smile appeared on Harry's lips, as he moved over to Narcissa. He held her arms, giving her a strong kiss that sent her reeling with delight. He suddenly turned her, laying her flat on her stomach as he climbed onto the bed to get close to her.
She wore a cream-colored blouse and skirt, with a fashionable white top. In Harry's mind she looked quite comfortable, like she was waiting to take a midsummer stroll outdoors. She watched him with a turned head, looking over her shoulder at him as her long blonde hair fell down her back.
With a delicate hand he pushed up Narcissa's skirt, revealing her juicy bum contained within lace black panties. Her two big arse cheeks rested perfectly on child-bearing hips and supported by thick thighs. It was a sight that nearly made him drool, and he tested the waters by sinking his hand into one of her fat cheeks. It sunk in like her bum was made of jello, and he pulled it back before bringing it down harshly.
SMACK
"Oh!" Narcissa moaned loudly, but Harry wasn't paying attention to her reaction.
Instead he watched her bum jiggle around, the two fat pale cheeks rippling like a tsunami. It was the epitome of a MILF booty in his mind, a fat spankable arse that was just waiting to be buggered by his big cock.
Harry had other ideas, and while his cock was still hard and begging for release in his trousers from earlier events, he wanted to try something else. He pulled down her lace panties slowly, exposing Narcissa's beautiful core which was shaved clean.
He moved in closer, allowing him to examine her beautiful derrière up close. Harry could have stayed there for hours, watching Narcissa's two big beautiful spotless arse cheeks. It was better than any view in the world, in his opinion, but he was on a mission.
His mouth collided with her two wet pussy lips, and he could already taste how soaked she was. It was a boost of confidence in his mind, to have this beautiful MILF already wet because of him. Carefully, he kissed her twat, and then his tongue entered her core.
"Harry! Oh, Harry!" Narcissa cried out wonderfully, her thick luscious thighs squeezing him comfortably.
He felt the softness of her thighs against his head, while his tongue explored deeper. He explored her core, licking and sucking on her pussy as she moaned beautifully. Harry knew that it was only a matter of time before Narcissa orgasmed because of him, and he had a plan.
He watched and listened carefully, his tongue reeled back like a viper ready to strike. Witches reached the point when they were most vulnerable at the height of their orgasm, leaving them magically exposed. So just when Narcissa was on the pinnacle of pleasure, he hissed.
Narcissa opened her eyes wide wide and screamed. Screamed as if she was being murdered. Screamed as if her soul was being chopped up into a million pieces and her body butchered. Her body writhed wildly, her thick thighs squeezing Harry as he took her.
He had given her the ultimate pleasure, through parseltongue. He felt her open up, her magical core becoming exposed and ready to accept him. He reached out through his own magic, gently fondling Narcissa's own magic.
She shivered in pleasure at his touch. Her magic desperately wanted him, for him to be her love for the rest of her days. Her magical core was mature and nurtured, powerful yet restrained like she had been to Lucius. It begged him to love her, even for him to give her a child. Harry agreed to her magical core's demands, and then he took her.
He did what he spoke about with Daphne, what she had told him to do, although this might not of been what she meant exactly. He claimed Narcissa, branding her magic as his own and tying his soul to her own. Her magic was now his own to command, an archaic system that allowed lovers to share magic, but instead he now owned hers.
A new energy suddenly fueled Harry, and he felt more powerful than before. His muscles flexed, eyes grew brighter, and his cock became so large it was almost intolerable in his trousers. His lust consumed him, and he picked Narcissa up, pulling her off the bed and throwing her on top of a nearby desk roughly.
His trousers fell to the floor, his cock erupting out and slamming against her. It was hard and huge, fueled with even more magic than before and ready to breed. He grabbed his bloated shaft, and roughly used it to slap her big bum.
SMACK
"Oh!" Narcissa cried.
SMACK SMACK
"Mine." Harry hissed, giving her big bum another spank.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Y-Yours! All yours!" Narcissa moaned
All of a sudden his hips collided with hers harshly, sending the table skidding several feet out from under her. Harry groaned in pleasure as Narcissa screamed out, her hands reaching for everything in sight as she desperately tried to grip on to something. He didn't care for her plight, instead harshly pounding into her with wild abandon as his hips rhythmically clapped against her big bum. His shaft continually entered her, plundering her depths like never before as he chased his own release.
He was dominating her, completely control of everything as the MILF writhed beneath him in pleasure. Most would have thought terrible things if they were to see them now, with the blonde-haired beauty being exterminated by the powerful black haired wizard. But Narcissa loved it, the way his massive cock filled her, purifying her, destroying all remnants of Lucius that had been inside her.
"I-I'm g-gonna fucking c-cum!" Narcissa gasped out in between brutal thrusts.
Harry groaned, fucking her straight through another life-changing orgasm as she screamed and moaned like never before. He felt his own release coming, a well-earned moment of respite from all the teasing he had to endure in the last day. From Ms. Zabini's seduction, to Daphne ready to suck his cock, and Amelia's busty body. It had all piled on, generating a massive load contained within his ballbag that he was desperate to deposit in Narcissa's core.
His thrusts picked up, the sound of his hips colliding with Narcissa's fat bum almost deafening. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the entire room, the constant harsh smacking of flesh being all Harry could hear as he felt his cock seize and grow in size. He came with a deafening roar of power, feeling Narcissa's own magic combine with his own finally as he claimed her as his witch.
He could feel her in her entirety, the mature and warm magic of an older witch pulsing through their connection. He felt comfortable around her, inside her, and having her magic interact with his own core brought a sense of security he had never felt before.
Narcissa screamed louder, the pleasure almost overloading as Harry's cum filled her. He didn't stop thrusting, slamming into her as he used her body for his own pleasure. For some reason it seemed to pleasure her even more, and she felt her body give out from under her right as Harry finished cumming.
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Her favorite tea shop was crowded, the early morning rush in full effect in Diagon Alley as witches and wizards rushed to get breakfast before heading off to work. This location just so happened to be Nymphadora's favorite, yet she couldn't help but think that they needed more expansion charms.
The tiny tea shop was filled to the brim with customers, every table and seat taken, and she had been lucky to sit down right at her table as another witch was leaving.
"Do you mind if I sit here? The rest of the seats are taken." A very accented voice asked suddenly.
Tonks turned in her seat, looking to the side where a woman looked at her with a cup of tea in hand. She was easily the most beautiful young woman she had ever seen, looking more akin to the personification of sex on legs than your average female. The woman clearly saw Tonks' table was the only one with space left, as there was only one free chair left in the whole restaurant, being the one across from Nymphadora.
"Um, sure, go ahead." Nymphadora replied, watching as the beautiful woman settled more gracefully than she thought possible into the chair at their shared table. "That accent, you don't happen to be French, do you?"
The witch smiled, showing two perfect rows of teeth that most models could only dream of having. "What gave it away?"
The girl was a blonde bombshell, with her hair being an attractive silvery blonde color that ran straight down her back. She had an angular aristocratic face, her skin tanned as if she had spent many summers at the beach but not overly dark. She wore a blue overcoat over a partially-unbuttoned white dress shirt with a long black skirt. Even with the clothing she wore, she was the definition of sexy, having what were clearly large perky breasts that seemed to have zero sag whatsoever.
Tonks swallowed, feeling somewhat almost self conscious for the first time in a while. She was almost always the most beautiful woman in a room, being a metamorphmagus allowed her to change her appearence and all that, but the woman in front of her was clearly more beautiful.
With that said, she couldn't help but feel as if she had seen the woman in front of her before. "Have I met you before?"
"I think you would know if you met a woman like me before." The French seductress teased. "But if you must know, I was in Britain the past couple months for the tournament."
Her eyes widened in recognition. "You were the French Champion in the tournament with Harry! I remember- Delfor, or something."
"Delacour. Fleur Delacour." The French witch corrected, almost pompously, flipping her hair over a shoulder. She took a sip of tea and her expression suddenly changed, eyes narrowing as if Tonks had some sort of important information. "You know Harry Potter? You speak of him as if he is close to you."
"Err… yes, we've met." Tonks replied, suddenly feeling off.
"Zat is good, I have been looking for Harry." Fleur Delacour replied. "None of my owls have managed to get through, and I would like to speak to him after the disastrous end to the tournament."
"Oh, well, I'm sure that I can set something up. We're actually roommates… of sorts." Tonks rambled, internally cursing her runaway mouth.
"Perfect." Fleur Delacour breathed, her blue eyes almost glowing in satisfaction. "I apologize, but I do not think zat I got your name."
"It's Tonks, just Tonks, I'm an auror by the way." Nymphadora replied.
"Is there any way I can see him by tonight?" Fleur asked curiously, if seemingly worried about her answer. "I would like to see Harry somewhat soon, as there are some important things zat I would like to discuss with him. There were some experiences… feelings, between us, zat I believe were unresolved."
What is with Harry getting all these beautiful women?! Tonks felt a strange amusement at how Harry seemed to get so many girls without even trying, watching the ridiculously hot French girl in front of her blush as she spoke about Harry. This is just getting ridiculous! "If you want, I can meet you here later, and we can take the floo to where Harry's staying?"
"Oui! Zat sounds perfect! Just so you know I work at Gringotts, and my shift ends at five if you want to meet then?"
"It will work out then, meet you at five." Tonks replied, before her eyes widened in realization that she wasn't supposed to be bringing other people back to Grimmauld Place. There was also another realization, that Narcissa had mentioned something earlier about her and Harry having some buisiness to attend to at Gringotts. She opened her mouth to say something, only for the French girl to suddenly stand up.
"I have to get to work, I hope zat you enjoy the rest of your day." Fleur Delacour smiled at her, before leaving.
Damn. Tonks felt like an idiot, before she came to a realization. Well, Sirius did say we need to recruit more allies, so I guess this counts…
Chapter 6
Chapter Text
Fleur Delacour walked behind Arkjaw as he entered one of the many conference rooms in Gringotts. She worked at the bank as her summer job in order to get experience, before she eventually returned to Beauxbatons for her final year of school.
"Fleur? I didn't know you worked here!" a sudden, familiar voice startled her.
Her eyes widened, and her gaze snapped up to look into familiar powerful green eyes that made her shiver to her core. Harry Potter sat at the center of the conference table, accompanied by two beautiful witches at his sides. She could tell something had changed with him, his aura feeling much stronger and dominant than it did before. There was something commanding about his presence, as if she could get on her knees for him and-
Fleur shook her head, erasing those thoughts from her mind. "Harry! I did not expect to see you here!"
"Me neither." Harry replied with a smile. "What are you doing in England?"
I'm here for you. Fleur wanted to say. "I'm working at Gringotts for the summer before I go back to Beauxbatons."
"Good to see the two of you are already acquainted." Arkjaw drawled. "If that is all, I would not like to waste any more time. Time is money, after all."
"Err- right." Harry reluctantly agreed, as Fleur rolled her eyes at the Goblin's favorite phrase.
They all began arranging the documents that were to be signed, reading over and organizing them thoroughly. As they did this, Fleur couldn't help but glance at the two women with Harry. One was a gorgeous blonde, obviously pureblood, and Fleur couldn't help but wonder if Harry was being manipulated by her in some way. Those suspicions ended when she witnessed Harry have a whispered conversation with the blonde woman, and it ended with Harry giving her a light kiss that caused her to blush.
Fleur felt her hands clench involuntarily, feeling a strange feeling of jealousy rise up, wishing that she could have traded places with the woman in that moment.
Her gaze moved over to the other woman, who Fleur found was staring right back at her. They locked eyes, and Fleur realized this woman was a femme fatale of the highest degree, someone that could compete with the strongest of Veela. Her body was buxom and curvy, mature and fat in the right places that would no doubt drive men wild if they got a glimpse underneath those robes.
"I believe we can now begin the deliberations for Mr. Potter's future mistress contract with Ms. Zabini." Arkjaw spoke up suddenly, effectively ending their stare-down.
Ms. Zabini, The Black Widow. Fleur shivered at the name, having known the woman's reputation even in France. She was a world-renowned seductress and man eater, infamously known for her six dead husbands and likely hundreds of homewrecked families.
She felt worried to learn Harry was familiar with this woman, and realized that she had neglected to read exactly what contracts they were even deliberating over.
"The contract states that Ms. Zabini will be Mr. Potter's Mistress for life." The goblin continued, as if answering Fleur's thoughts. "This is highly unusual, are you sure that you both agree to this?"
"Yes." Ms. Zabini replied instantly, sending a seductive smile Harry's direction.
Fleur knew mistress contracts rarely lasted more than a few years, and were never for life. The woman was practically offering herself freely to be Harry Potter's slave for life, and she genuinely seemed thrilled by the idea.
"If Julia is fine with it, then yes." Harry nodded, glancing at Ms. Zabini to see if she agreed. The woman smiled at his concern, as if he had pleased her greatly that Harry even cared about her own feelings in the matter.
Fleur read over the contract, flipping through different pages as she desperately tried to find a fault with it. Her biggest concern was that this was all one big play by Ms. Zabini to take control of Harry's wealth, or maybe even to assassinate him. Fleur realized she needed more time, and would never be able to find such a fault in the contract during the time she had.
"Done." Harry suddenly said, holding up the contract which he had signed with a blood quill. Fleur felt her stomach drop, realizing she was too late.
"It's good to see that this has all been taken care of." The blonde woman stated from Harry's side. "If that is all, I can accompany you to deposit the contract in the vault before we head to the floo."
"Works for me." Harry shrugged and headed out with her along with Arkjaw.
The door closed, leaving Fleur alone in the room with Ms. Zabini.
Fleur clenched her fists, glaring at the woman. "I don't know what your plan is with Harry, but I assure you that you won't get away with it, pute."
"I already have." The mature seductress smirked back at her. "Does it bother you that I got with Harry before a Veela like you did? I would assume so, knowing that all of your charms over the last year failed to seduce him, Fleur Delacour."
The jab stung, and Fleur felt her eyes narrow. "You won't be taking advantage of Harry."
"Oh, I assure you that it's the other way around." The Black Widow assured her. "I look forward to a long and satisfied life of sex and pleasure, ensured to me by one of the most powerful wizards alive. It's probably the dream lifestyle for a Veela like you."
"Wait- what?" Fleur coughed, as her cheeks heated up. She had expected the woman to boast about her plan to manipulate, and maybe even murder, Harry, not brag about being the first one to shag him. "Y-You sound like some sort of sex-starved beast!"
The woman raised a condescending eyebrow. "Look who's talking, Veela."
Fleur growled, and went to respond, only for the woman to suddenly lean in close to her ear. "Have you ever heard what they say about powerful wizards? About how good they are in bed? It's true. There's a reason that Merlin had sixty lovers and only Morgana could really satisfy him, its because of his power. Harry is the same way, powerful and virile, and I know he'll be keeping me up all night with his big cock."
Fleur sucked in a breath, her pupils dilating as her Veela instincts became aroused. She imaged herself on all fours in bed, a certain powerful wizard behind her with green eyes as he pounded into her. She had felt his power earlier in the year when they kissed after he saved her sister, and she could only imagine him now. He would take her, using her body and-
"Ahem." A sudden cough jolted her thoughts. A Gringotts employee stood at the door to the room, looking at the two of them with blushing cheeks. "I'm sorry, but we need to use this room. If there's anything you need…"
"No, we have already concluded our buisiness." Ms. Zabini said, walking out of the room with a sway to her hips.
The man watched her fat arse sway hypnotically, as if his eyes were glued to it, and the woman sent Fleur a wink as she left. Fleur growled in irritation, standing up and walking towards the man. "Zat woman is annoying."
"Stuffy purebloods typically are." The man replied, adjusting his pants. Fleur shot a quick glance and realized he was hard. "Say, I don't think we've met. I'm Bill Weasley."
"Fleur Delacour." She replied, looking the man over. He wasn't overly ugly for a English brute.
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"Agh! Oh Merlin I-I- it's soo good! Oh!" The redhead beneath her moaned. "No more! Please!"
"Non. Just a little more, William." Fleur purred, pumping herself up and down on his penis.
She had only had sex on a few occasions before, nothing compared to most Veela, but even she could tell Bill Weasley was lacking in that department. His cock was tiny, or at least not even close to what Harry would have in store for her.
Why am I thinking about Harry when I'm with another man? She shook her head, concentrating back on the man before her. He was wet and soaked in sweat, his body pushed to its limit by Veela sex, his lust only fueled by her allure at this point.
Her Veela nature allowed her to fuel her lover's ambitions and energy, especially during sex, but even Fleur knew she was pushing things. Weasley looked like a grape ready to burst, red veins visible all over his body as he struggled to remain conscious and continue intercourse with her.
"F-Fleur I-I no…" He whimpered finally, his eyes rolling back in his head as he passed out. His cock became soft, no longer erect and simply fell out of her twat.
Fleur let out a disappointed sigh, knowing the man hadn't even managed to last ten minutes with her and couldn't even manage more than one orgasm until he was finished. It was incredibly disappointing.
She stood and readjusted her skirt and panties, being the only parts of her clothing that had been removed during their quickie. They had done it in one of the many storerooms located in the bank, and her locking and silencing charms on the door had ensured no Goblins would walk in on them.
Fleur left William in a heap of his own sweat and fluid, fixing up her own appearance as she left the room and soon exited the bank. It was the end of the week, meaning that it was time for her to head back to France.
But a sudden thought entered her head, and Fleur remembered to make her way back to the tea shop to meet Tonks after the day's whirlwind of events.
"Damn girl, you look ready to murder somebody." The auror from earlier greeted her. "Bad day at work?"
Fleur shrugged, between the terrible sex with Weasley, and the encounter with Harry and Ms. Zabini, it had been a strange day to say the least. "You could say that."
"Eh, fair enough." Tonks replied. "We'll head through the floo then. The location is Grimmauld Place."
Diagon Alley had quite a few floos that were open to the public, and they both found a free one before Fleur entered it first.
"Got it." Fleur replied, stepping through the public floo. "Grimmauld Place."
The flames flashed, and she found herself in a home that looked old and pureblood owned. The furniture looked old, the portraits glared at her, and the chandelier was covered in dust and cobwebs. She couldn't help but scrunch her nose up at the state of the place.
"Fleur? What are you doing here?" That same familiar voice from earlier asked, sending shivers down her spine.
The floo flashed again, and Tonks exited it. "Oh, Harry, I see you've already met Fleur. I invited her over for dinner, if that's okay."
"It is, and we met earlier at the bank." Harry replied, scratching his hair. "It's good to see you again, Fleur. Kreacher is preparing dinner now, if you want to join us?"
"Zat sounds good, Harry." Fleur purred as she moved up to him and pressed her large breasts against his side, and smiled when he blushed cutely. "A romantic dinner between us sounds lovely."
She pushed her allure outwards, doing her best to focus it on the wizard in front of her. Harry opened his mouth to respond, right as the last person she wanted to see entered the room.
"Yes, a romantic dinner does sound lovely." Ms. Zabini entered the room, smirking at Fleur. "But sadly, it seems you'll have to share Harry with the rest of us."
They moved into the dining room, Harry finding himself sitting at the head of the table with Narcissa and Julia on his left, and Fleur on his right. Sirius was busy, meaning he didn't need to introduce Fleur to him now, and Tonks had some paperwork she had to catch up on before she joined them.
"My apologies, Ms. Delacour, but why are you here?" Narcissa asked as she sat down, staring at the Veela.
"Tonks was nice enough to invite me over earlier." Fleur replied simply. "It is always a pleasure to be around a powerful wizard like Harry."
She shot him a wink, and Harry noticed Narcissa's eye twitch.
"It is normal for Veela to chase after powerful wizards as well." Ms. Zabini noted.
"Perhaps that's why she's here." Narcissa smirked cruelly. "I've heard that creatures like Veela try to steal men away from their wives, and take all their gold in the process."
That was a low blow. Harry rested a comfortable, but firm, hand on Narcissa's lower back. It quelled her anger, and was a sign that she shouldn't be so mean to Fleur. It was a show of strength, of dominance, and Fleur noticed it too.
"Tell me, how did a woman like you come to be Harry's… pute?" Fleur asked innocently.
Harry retracted his firm hand, and Narcissa's nostrils flared in outrage. "I can assure you, Ms. Delacour, I serve as Harry's courtesan. I fill an important role in the management of House Black. And I am the furthest thing from some slut, as you so eloquently put it."
"Ah, my apologies." Fleur innocently apologized. "You see, some words do not translate well zat the English use."
"Perhaps it would be good, for one such as yourself, to learn English better."
Harry could feel that something was wrong. The three women sat around him- three insanely beautiful witches, that is- making the most tense and hostile conversation he had ever heard. He figured it was some sort of special talent that beautiful witches seemed to have, being able to subtly insult those in front of them without over hostility. It was a game of politeness and pettiness, something that so many of his recent lovers seemed to possess in spades.
All of this led to one conclusion, that the women he tended to have in his love life were bitches. It wasn't even a matter of debate, as even Daphne was known as the "Ice Queen" back at Hogwarts for her bitchy attitude.
The three witches in front of him each had that same resting-bitch face, the narrowed, irritated, eyes along with the infuriated eyebrows combined with the pursed lips. They all looked so smug and self-assured, yet at the same time pissed and irritated beyond imagination. Yet with all of that said, Harry couldn't help but say that he found it so damn attractive.
The way Fleur spoke and retorted with her French accent, Narcissa and her scathing remarks, and Julia with her smug assuredness. It all blended together to create the type of women he wanted, the type he could flaunt and having amazing sex with, and the type that was desperate for his seed.
He needed to step in, assert his dominance, and prove himself as the Lord of the House. Narcissa, Julia, and maybe even Fleur, they were all his, and he needed to take control.
"Julia." Harry suddenly said, interrupting Narcissa right as she was about to retort something back to Fleur. Ms. Zabini had been losing the dick-measuring contest the three were metaphorically having, making her a prime target for him.
He had heard that the lowest in the social hierarchy of a group was always the prime target for seduction. And while Julia wasn't exactly low when it came to social hierarchy, she just so happened to be beneath both Fleur and Narcissa in their arguement. Narcissa, ranking higher as his courtesan, and Fleur being his guest in their home, along with a being a beautiful young and successful Veela. His mistress, on the other hand, wasn't able to keep up with them, and so he decided to help her out.
"Yes, Harry?" She asked him, blinking her eyes seductively and pushing out her large chest. "Is there anything you need?"
"Actually, I thought that I'd help you settle in to your room." He replied. "Cissy informed me you wanting to stay with us, is that true?"
"Yes, of course, I'd love to." Her eyes seemed to glow with anticipation.
"Great." He stood up and walked to the edge of the table where Ms. Zabini stood, but turned to Fleur before he left. "Are you also planning to stay with us as well, Fleur?"
"Oh, umm, if it is not a problem?" She answered hesitantly, clearly unsure of where the conversation was going.
"It's not." Harry smiled warmly, and he could tell Fleur calmed herself. "If you follow us up, we can get you situated."
He rested a hand comfortably on Julia's big bum, letting his fingers sink into her fat arse. He used it as a show of dominance, that he was her Lord, but also to show Narcissa and Fleur his power. He might be kind and gentle, but he was sure to insert his dominance when needed. They began walking, heading out of the room and up the stairs as Narcissa and Fleur followed like good girls, and Harry knew they were watching his dominant hand on Ms. Zabini's bum.
They reached the top floor of Grimmauld Place without interruption, standing in front of a row of wooden doors that each led to a separate room. He gestured to his bedroom door, beside it having a smaller, less grand doorway. "This is my room, and Cissy's as well. And beside it is your room, Julia."
"Her room?" Narcissa asked, sounding alarmed.
"Yes, I figured my mistress should sleep in the room next to my own." Harry answered easily. "There isn't a problem with it, is there, Cissy?"
"…It's the old elf quarters." Narcissa answered, as if coming to horrible realization.
Harry's courtesan had been right in pointing that out, meaning that the room was much smaller than the other bedrooms in Grimmauld Place, having only a single bed with a small table. It would work out fine for Julia, but it would also make it easier for him to access her when needed. Being able to relieve himself in the middle of the night with his Mistress in the adjacent room was ideal in Harry's mind.
Ms. Zabini squirmed from her spot next to him, and he gave her fat bum a squeeze to assert his dominance. "That won't be an issue, will it, Julia?"
Julia's emotions had changed since the last time she had seen Harry Potter.
She had expected her Lord to command her, to have control over her. But she had started second guessing herself, wondering just when, if ever, Harry Potter would take her.
He had left her after that first encounter, knowing that he could have easily taken her then and there in that restaurant, but had restrained himself. And then her lust for him had skyrocketed, a weird parody forming where it was the Mistress who lusted for her Lord and not the other way around.
At Gringotts and earlier at dinner he didn't show any lust for her, if anything showing disinterest. And then, like a basilisk, he striked, dominating her before Narcissa and that Veela girl before guiding her up to her own room.
The old elf's quarters. Placed so conveniently close to Harry's own bedroom. Her eyes were wide as she digested Harry's dominance in making the decision, how he had put her firmly in her place as his mistress by doing this. After years of luxuriously living off her dead husbands and moving from Manor to Manor, she was now reduced to living in a tiny elf's bedroom. And that wasn't mentioning the chance that Harry was surely going to visit her room regularly, likely when it was convenient to him, based on the room's location next to his own bedroom.
It was a message to her, and everyone else, that she was Harry Potter's mistress. His. And for some reason she couldn't help but bite her lip as her core became hot over it.
"Oh, and your room will be right there, Fleur." Harry said, pointing to the bedroom next to Julia's.
"Oui, thank you, Harry."
"Of course." Harry smiled, before he gave Julia a soft spank on her bum. He walked away into his own bedroom with Narcissa, leaving them to get settled in.