**Up late studying, thought I'd throw a bit of smut your way. Thank you to the thousand readers who have taken the time to look at this little story of mine. Please do go ahead and review. The faster a chapter is reviewed, the quicker I can update another and start responding to some of the requests I've gotten. I own nothing, J.K Rowling owns any and all***
It had been over two weeks since Luna's pregnancy test and Malfoy found himself hungry for another go. If one Malfoy was good, surely two would be fantastic. But between studying, fretting, and listening to his roommate fucking a different one of his brides night after night, he found the pursuit nearly hopeless. What was worse were the 4 girls sitting on Nott's bed, deciding their respective orders. "The rules are simple, Theo!" Daphne whined. "First wife is in charge of her sister wives. Second wife is in charge of the home. Third wife is in charge of the children and fourth wife is in charge of...entertaining"
"Yes Daphne I understand that what I'm not clear on is what you mean by entertaining" Theo huffed.
"She fucks your friends" Pansy said, failing to so much as look up from her nail filer.
"Oh for fuck sake, Pansy that's not it. She does what is ordered of her. She's like a sexual slave, essentially. Where the other wives belong to the husband, the fourth wife can be loaned out if it benefits the family. Most witches found it to be an honor back in the day, but nowadays polygamy is so rare. Most wizards have trouble finding two wives, let alone four" Daphne said, like it was the most obvious piece of information in the world.
"We would all love to be fourth wife, well, all of us but Tracey. You have to decide, Theo. There won't be any hurt feelings." Hestia interjected.
"How do I decide? You're all so fucking great. Tracey is first wife, that we can all agree on, since she was technically first to get pregnant. Hestia you're so organized you'd make the perfect second wife. Daphne you're the oldest and most nurturing so I know you'd be a wonderful third wife. So that leaves my little flower..."
"Get her little arse pounded by scores of death eaters? I'm sure she'd be in heaven. Remember, they can't come inside of her. It's considered an insult to her lord." Draco mocked.
"I'd be honored, my love" Pansy said with a smile, ignoring Draco's rude but accurate remark.
"Good. I'm so glad we've all agreed on this. Now I've got a little gift for the four of you. You'll each line up and get your present and then it's off to bed. Except you Pansy. I'd like a word with you when we're done."
The girls eyes one another inquisitively as they watched Theo Pull four small boxes from the chest at the foot of his bed. One by one, they went to him to receive their gifts.
"Tracey my little porcelain doll, this is for you" Tracey opened the box to reveal an antique gold ring of a snake, covered in sparkling diamonds, with two large amethysts for eyes. It was the most beautiful, and most expensive piece of jewelry she had ever laid eyes on.
"Oh Theo it's magnificent! This must have cost you at least 10 thousand galleons!"
"Try 30" he smiled "And I bought four." He eyed the girls and handed them each their respective boxes. Inside Daphne's was an identical ring with sapphires for eyes. Hestia's had the most flawless looking emeralds she had had ever seen. Finally, Pansy's had two crimson rubies. All four rings identical, with different eye stones for each bride. The girls all graciously thanked their Lord with a kiss and left for their dormitory. All but Pansy who stayed behind like she was asked.
"Do you like the ring, my flower?" Pansy nodded with a shy smile. "Good. I'm going to go for a smoke and a bath, I shouldn't be back for at least an hour or two. Be a good fourth wife and...entertain Draco while I'm gone, would you? He's been rather down and I can't have my partner in crime in anything less than fighting form." He whispered.
"Yes, my Lord" Pansy curtseyed and waited for Theo to be gone from the room. She slowly inched towards Malfoy's bed and drew the curtains to find him naked, on top of the covers, reading a book. "What is it, Parkinson?" he asked without looking up.
"Get up, Draco. My Lord has asked a favour of me and I fully intend to comply." She pulled off her nighty to reveal her large, perfect breasts and bare pussy. Draco threw his book aside.
"You kidding me?" he said, his voice slightly shaking.
"Draco, it's my duty. I'm already pregnant so no need to worry. Plus I thought you'd love to be one of the the "scores of death eaters" who gets to pound my little arse. Or pussy. Or face. Whatever you want." Malfoy didn't need to be told again. He quickly stood up, fully erect and bent Pansy over the bed, forcing her face into his pillow, hard. " It's been a rough couple of weeks and I've been unable to wank with you stupid bitches in here night after night. I'm going to ram that ass and them I'm going to cum all over that little whore face of yours, can you deal with that?" he whispered into her ear, his hand tightly wound in her silk-like hair.
"Do your worst, Malfoy. You couldn't fuck me harder than a hiccup but I'd love to see you try." she laughed.
Malfoy growled at her mocking tone and spat on her asshole, then, without warning, he plunged in full force.
Pansy screamed in ecstasy.
"Take it, whore. Show your Lord what a good fourth wife you can be. Show him how good of a slut you can be" Malfoy pounded into her ass again, and again, occasionally slapping it hard, leaving it bright red and sore to the touch. Her tightness enveloped his rigid cock all while his balls slapped against her wanting clit. Pansy shivered with pleasure, knowing how much she was going to enjoy a different cock in her ass on a frequent basis.
"You love it, don't you? Nott's going to have to carry you back to bed when I'm through with you" he managed to say between grunts.
"I can hardly feel a thing" she blurted unconvincingly between gasps.
He spun her around by her hair and pushed her back down and with one violent pull, he entered her pussy at full force. "Feel that, Pansy?" he roared as he brutally pounded her again and again.
"Fuck Draco I'm coming!" she shrieked as she bucked against him, trembling from head to toe.
At that very moment of climax, Draco pulled out, threw Pansy to the floor and came all over her face in 3 hot spurts.
Pansy was just beginning to clean off when Nott re entered to find his wife on her knees, and Draco wrapping a sheet around his waist.
"Good girl flower. Draco was she satisfactory?" he asked his friend.
"Never had anything quite like it, Theo, I won't lie. You made a good choice. Take care of her" Draco winked.
"Oh I plan to. Pansy you sleep here tonight, my flower."