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"Oh man," he groaned, his cock growing and hardening like a rock once again.
"Now," Irma said, inching closer to Fleur, pressing her further against the wall. "I need to talk to Harry for a while. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, ma'am! Please, be my guest. I mean, his guest. Please, go ahead."
Harry had to admit, he derived some satisfaction from observing how primitive and proper Fleur behaved so nervously.
Irma paused for a moment to whisper something in Tracey's ear, who nodded and led Fleur back to the living room. Harry started to wonder about it, but then Irma led him to the kitchen. Her small pleated skirt swayed as she moved, and he could see the incredibly sculpted lines of her behind. He gripped her arm tightly, turning her towards him, and she responded with a low gasp of pleasure. "What are you thinking? What if my friends, Hermione and Ron, were here?"
"You told me they'd be on patrol tonight, Master." She trailed her finger down his shirt, clearly admiring his chest. "Really?"
Harry's memory from the previous night was fuzzy, to say the least. He only remembered a lot of fucking, mostly.
"Of course, Master. I obey all your commands. You told me last night. You said it would be the hottest thing ever if I showed up dressed as a sexier version of Daphne in her cheerleader outfit. You told me how you'd command me all night, calling me by her name, and you even told me to believe I was her a little bit as soon as you called me by her name."
Oh God. He did it. It seemed so hot at the time. That was when Tracey was giving him a blowjob, and he and Irma were getting all hot and bothered like teenagers—which wasn't an exaggeration for Harry—in his bedroom. Their hands were working on his cock in tandem, and he just said whatever hot things came to his mind.
Now, as he looked at her, everything sorted itself with her amazing body squeezed into the skintight cheerleader outfit... the idea didn't seem any less hot. "Did I disappoint you, Master?"
She looked genuinely frightened. Of course, he had to comfort her, taking her in his arms and kissing her gently. She felt so fragile, so slim and needy in his embrace. It made his cock spring back to life once again. "No, Irma. Not at all. You were a wonderful slave."
Her incredibly sculpted body trembled with orgasm as she came, gazing into his eyes with her large brown eyes. "Thank you, Master. It feels so good to know that I pleased you."
He nodded, knowing how true it was for her. He didn't want to be an especially bad Master, if that's what he was, and he knew for sure that a bad Master was one who wasn't clear about what satisfied him and kept his slaves in perpetual fear. "You were wonderful, truly, Irma. But... but you have to leave."
Irma's head swayed from side to side. "You're attracted to that Veela, aren't you?"
"Of course, she attracts me." He glanced through the door, studying Fleur's profile as she and Tracey browsed the record collection. "Look at her."
"So, should I leave? You really need to fuck her. And I must provide everything you need." "Irma, I don't want to argue with you about this." "That's wonderful, Master."
He wasn't sure if she interpreted it the way he would prefer. He intended to continue, but she spoke too quickly, softly, and persistently. One of her hands slid down to his crotch, so familiar and ready for pleasure.
"Master, it was me who ensured that Filius Flitwick came up with the idea of review sessions for your class. Do you think that's why Fleur put you at the top of her list? That's why you have a night off from studying, and Fleur has a night on her mind."
Oh God. She was just getting her hands in all the pots, wasn't she?
"Irma..."
"Narcissa was involved too. I think she's even doing a better job than me. She recommended that review sessions for the war classes would be necessary. And, conveniently, she suggested Fleur to take on the burden of teachers. She even offered to start similar review sessions for potions exams herself, maybe even make them a permanent thing. You have to admit, Snape has done a lot of harm to the whole of Great Britain by destroying potential future potions masters."
Fuck, the rabbit hole was getting deeper. How many strings did this amazing slave pull at once to ensure that beautiful women would serve him? Did he even want to find out?
And more than that, did he really want to interfere? "It's just... Irma, you know, when you make decisions like this without me..."
It was hard to speak when her breasts were so tantalizingly displayed right in front of him. In an incredibly hot cheerleader outfit. Nothing stopped him from grabbing one of her perfect breasts—so of course, he did.
Irma moaned, biting her lower lip, making her eyes bulge at Harry. "She needs your cock so badly, Sir. Won't you let her have it? Won't you be her king, just as you're my king?"
She leaned in close, wrapping her soft, tender arms around Harry's neck. He could feel her perky breasts pressing against his chest, her long legs sliding around his. "Just like you'll be Daphne's king?" "Fuck," he groaned.
His hand reached for her neck, gripping it lightly as he pushed her head back. She had such a delicious expanse of neck, gracefully leading to the wonderful line of her jaw. The wig was still on—dark and splendid, matching Daphne's hair.
Smirking obscenely, Irma moved away from him for a moment, leaning against the breakfast table across from the fridge. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, so he couldn't see her face... only her exquisite body. "I'm your sexy Daphne, Master. Don't you see it?" Oh fuck. Yes, he could. He could certainly see it. "Don't you just want to fuck me from behind so badly, Master?"
His hand ran down her exquisite back, a surge of desire coursing over every nail of rational thought he could manage.
"F-Fleur will..."
"Don't worry about the intern, Master. Tracey is taking care of her. You just need to think about fucking your favorite girl."
"Fucking-" he started, then remembered, "...Daphne."
She moaned in orgasm, and he could see her pussy trembling with pleasure as he pulled up her skirt from behind. She wasn't wearing any panties, of course. His shorts dropped to the floor.
"Yes, my king," she murmured. "Fuck me as I deserve. Fuck your queen. Please!"
"Yes...oh yes, Daphne..."
He slid his naked, unprotected cock inside her tight pussy, gripping her hips tightly. Her ass was so firm, so tight, that it was an easy matter to use her hips as handles as he thrust inside her again and again.
"Fuck me, Sir! Fuck your best girl! Fuck your Daphne! Oh yes, please! Please, do it! Please, fill me up! I only need you! I only need you! You'll get me fucking pregnant, Master! Fuck your cheerleader, please!"
Her mouth was so dirty, so hot, that he didn't feel like he had any choice but to release himself inside her. Irma screamed loudly, and he was sure Fleur could hear them. But he didn't care. He just needed to fill his slave. With a long groan, he exploded deep inside Irma's undoubtedly fertile pussy, toppling two chairs with his convulsing arms. He leaned over, fondling her hot breasts, his cum dripping down her stretched legs.
"Thank you, Master," Irma moaned. "Thank you so much for fucking me the way you'd fuck her."
After a short while, he woke up in the kitchen, sprawled on top of the breakfast table. All that cumming took its toll on him, apparently. He stumbled through his dorm in a daze, laughing to himself a little at how wonderful and bizarre his life had become.
In the entrance, Harry checked the book, the runes glowing with almost the brightest light. It was eight-thirty in the evening. It would be wonderful if there was someone in the dormitory that he could enchant. Of course, he knew it wasn't the case.
He entered the living room, expecting to see only Tracey, sitting patiently on the couch. He had a lot of explanations to give at school on Monday.
Of course, Fleur had heard Irma's incredibly loud moans and her chorus of praise when he entered her. And upon hearing that, she ran off, sending owls and summoning every teacher she could find, exposing Harry's hot romance with the librarian. Irma would probably be fired—at the very least. Maybe they would call in the Aurors? That would be interesting. It would be almost a relief.
But, oh well. He could still fuck Tracey tonight. It amused him—the thought that fucking one of the most beautiful girls in school was just a backup plan.
But that wasn't the situation at all. Instead, Irma, Tracey, and Fleur were still in the room, and Tracey and Fleur were attentively listening to Irma speak. Irma stood up on the couch, while Tracey and Fleur sat next to each other on the floor in front of the coffee table, gazing at the hot librarian still in her sexy cheerleader outfit.
"Now, not just anyone can get on the special, double-secret school honor roll," Irma said, with Fleur and Tracey solemnly nodding. "Only those who truly know how to be team players are allowed. So, both of you are doing a great job showing me what good team players you are right now, drinking this. But you must go further. Kissing is a mandatory entrance exercise, girls."
If Irma had uncrossed her legs for even a moment, her cum-filled pussy would be immediately exposed to Fleur. Harry could feel his cock stirring at the thought.
Tracey sat on the floor next to Fleur. They each held a highball glass in their hands, and both looked as if they were drinking from a large bottle sitting between them, which Harry didn't recognize—perhaps another gift from Irma's bag. In reality, only Fleur seemed truly drunk. Her movements were slurred all over themselves, and her eyes were tired. Tracey held a drink in her hands but didn't seem to make any attempt to actually drink it.
Wait a moment, though, Harry thought. Fleur was... drunk? That seemed far from fitting with what he knew of her goody two-shoes nature, but at the same time, with Irma leading the way, it made some sense. Fleur's fear of authority and her need to do whatever she was told clearly outweighed her moral compass. Or maybe that was just the extent of her morality.
"Oh, hello, Harry," Irma turned around, flashing him a smile and a wink. "As we were discussing, I'm trying to indoctrinate Tracey and Fleur into a more successful way of thinking. Being the super exclusive, double-secret president of the secret honor roll, you know how demanding indoctrination can be."
"Oh. Uh...right. Yeah, very demanding," he caught himself staring at how wide and open Fleur's legs had become. They looked very enticing, so close to Tracey. Catching him in the act, Tracey winked at him and nudged her leg under Fleur's. Harry's eyes widened, and he tried to shake his head for a moment.
Irma's smile widened. "Tracey is doing great." Tracey beamed. "Fleur is doing well so far, although I think she could stand to show a bit more enthusiasm."
"Sorry, ma'am," Fleur mumbled. "It's just all so new and new and new, you know? You know?"
Irma turned back to Fleur with a smile. "Yes, dear. So, you want to be on the special secret honor roll, right?"
"O-of course I do, b-but-"
"How do you think Harry got to be the secret honor president? It wasn't just about grades. I needed to know he was a team player. Aren't you a team player, Fleur?" "Y-yes, ma'am. It's just..."
"Tracey is already a great team player. She's so ready to kiss you, just as I asked. Look at her." Fleur did as told. Tracey had her hair pulled back, gazing at Fleur with moist, parted lips and a smoldering look. "Alright then. Team players do what I say. So, kiss Tracey."
Shyly, Fleur leaned in and pecked her lips against Tracey's. It was a dry, meager gesture. Irma tsked, very disappointed.
"Sweetie, don't kiss like that. Your lips are retracted, your eyes are open, and you're jutting your chin. This isn't a spoonful of hot soup, this is a kiss. Kissing is pleasurable. Say it."
Fleur took a deep breath, clearly distraught. "Kissing is...kissing is fun."
"Good girl. Now, purse your lips. Yes, like that. Now close your eyes...that's it. Lean in. Good girl."
Tracey met Fleur again, and this time the kiss truly sank in. Tracey's hand began to slide along Fleur's side, and Fleur jerked back, standing up.
"What happened?" Irma asked.
Fleur struggled to maintain her balance. Clearly drunk, her legs wavered.
"She...she touched me!"
"Of course, she did, dear. You're both very attractive. That's what attractive people do when they kiss. Now, sit back down."
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