"How are you, little love?" Harry asked, as he knelt in front of Hermione.
She took a deep breath then gave him a wide smile. "Good, master. Green."
Harry gave her a chaste kiss, then tied the emerald silk over her eyes. He moved away quietly and just took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, so trusting, and open, and free for him. She was tranquil, kneeling on the floor of their playroom with her knees spread, hands crossed behind her back, chest out, and eyes down, her collar and the blindfold the only things she wore. In a word; perfection.
He then transfigured all of the walls and the ceiling into mirrors, so as to better see every angle of what was to come. Harry slowly and methodically removed his clothes, folding them and placing them onto a table in an effort to draw out the moment and build her anticipation. He couldn't deny his own excitement at what was to come either, his cock already swelling as he stood behind her.
The next bit of magic was the coup de grace of their evening. It was an idea Hermione had brought to him a few weeks earlier, research in hand. It had surprised him at first, as Hermione had never mentioned wanting to bring others into their play and Harry certainly wasn't willing to share, she was his . Her idea, however, didn't involve others, just more of him and as he had contemplated it, the idea had begun to cloud his thoughts until he was practicing the spell daily.
Harry centered himself and cast the spell silently, watching as three more versions of himself appeared around Hermione, as naked and aroused as he was. It was a little strange to see his own look of lust as they gazed at her, but it also made his cock pulse in anticipation.
Hermione gasped as he gripped her hair and tilted her head back. "Tell me what you want, slave," he purred in her ear.
As she went to speak, the doppelganger in front of her slid his cock into her mouth with a groan, "It doesn't matter what you want. You're just holes for us to use."
Harry pushed her head down and drew it back, fucking her mouth on the cock, relishing the way she gagged, trying desperately to find a rhythm, cheeks hollowing. It only took a few moments for her to start drooling down her chin and chest.
One of his other clones twisted her nipples sharply, her whole frame tensing at the pain, before they slapped her tits, the sound seeming to echo in the room. Harry relinquished control of her head to the clone who she was sucking, instead running his hand down her back, drifting teasingly over her plugged arsehole before his fingers found her slippery cunt.
"Such a good slut for us, already soaking wet," he said, teasing her with just the tip of his finger. She tried for more, hips sinking down but he pulled his hand away. "Tsk, tsk, so greedy. Don't worry, little love, you'll be stuffed absolutely full, just a little patience."
She moaned around the cock in her throat, nose pressed against the clone's groin. Another of the doppelgangers had found her clit, rubbing it in the firm, quick way that Hermione loved, while the other was leisurely stroking himself to the scene. Harry squeezed the base of his own cock, determined to make this last as long as possible.
Slowly, they maneuvered Hermione to her hands and knees, her mouth never stopping as she bobbed up and down desperately, almost fucking her own face. One of the clones worked his way to lay underneath her, teasing her by sliding themself through her labia, brushing across her clit on each pass. The duplicate which had been rubbing her cunt positioned themself behind her, beginning to play with the plug in her arse, drawing it back to stretch her rim then twisting it back in. Harry stood and stepped back, enjoying the debauched scene of his wife, pinned between three different versions of himself.
"Fuck, look at this perfect little arse. Bet you can't wait for me to fuck it, can you, slave?" a clone asked, giving her a sharp spank that made her jolt.
The clone kneeling behind her summoned the bottle of lube Harry had brought out for this, applying it liberally to their cock then pulling the plug from Hermione and making sure she was prepared. Harry watched as she finally sank down onto the cock below her, groan muffled as she laved at the last duplicate's stones while they stroked themself. A heady rush came over him as he saw the way she had completely given herself over to him, trusting him to push her right to her limits.
Satisfied that she was ready, the duplicate behind Hermione slowly pushed their cock into her slick hole, gripping at her hip and shoulder to draw her back. Both they and the one buried in her cunt moaned at the new sensation.
"Shit your cunt is so fucking perfect," one grunted.
The clone on their back planted their feet and shifted their hips, shakily finding a rhythm with the other. Hermione was being moved along each of their cocks, being used as she had wanted, to bring the clones as much pleasure as possible. Harry knelt beside her, languidly stroking himself to the scene.
"You look so good, like a perfect little slut. You're taking all their cocks so well," he said, reaching out to pinch and twist her nipple.
She whined around the duplicate's dick, causing them to groan and tense up, pushing themself further into her throat. Harry could see her convulsing and swallowing, intimately familiar with the feeling of her worshipping him. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, watching himself fuck her mouth, the harsh slap of flesh filling his ears as the other clones filled her holes.
The clone fucking her arse began to spank her, the sharp sound joining in the slick sound of her cunt being stretched and her throat gagging around another cock. Harry watched in the mirror as her spit covered tits bounced from the force of the fucking she was receiving. The silk blindfold was damp with tears, small rivers of makeup running down her cheeks. She had never looked more beautiful.
"Touch yourself, little love," he cooed. "Rub your clit. I want you to come and come and come as we use you like the slut you are."
Hermione jumped to obey, one hand sliding to her cunt, the other balanced against the thigh of the clone fucking her face. It didn't take long for her to find that first release, legs quaking as the clones continued to use her. Harry enjoyed bringing her to this place; one without questions or worries, where all she needed was to follow his orders to be happy.
The doppelganger in her mouth suddenly pulled back with a grunt. They stroked their spit slicked cock until it erupted, painting Hermione's face with come. She moaned, another orgasm rippling through her as the clone milked the last of his release onto her cheek.
"Say thank you like a proper slut," Harry said, as the clone faded out of existence.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she rasped, desperately trying to talk and gulp in air simultaneously.
Harry stood and moved in front of Hermione, a firm grip of her hair bringing her mouth to his cock. He pressed forward eagerly, engulfing himself in her wet heat. Hermione's nostrils flared as he pulled her further along his cock, deeper and deeper until she had taken all of him. He groaned, a quiver running through his legs as her skillful little tongue darted out to lick at his stones.
The two dopplegangers left continued to use her, fucking her through another orgasm. The feeling of her moaning around his dick only made him fuck her mouth faster. The lewd slapping of sweat soaked skin and grunting echoed in the room, mingling with the raw scent of sweat and sex.
He loses track of time as they continue their lecherous dance, Hermione between them all. Her existence has dwindled down to her holes and the pleasure they can bring those using them. It's a state she craves and Harry revels in reducing her to. The clone in her arse pulled free and walked around to stand by her head on Harry's left. Harry watched them stroke their cock rapidly.
"That's a good slave, fuck, fuck," the doppleganger groaned.
Harry pulled Hermione off of his cock and turned her face towards the clone as they began to come, shooting numerous ropes across her face. She let her mouth hang open, panting as she was covered again. The clone squeezed the last of their release out with a grunt, then stepped back.
"And what do we say?" Harry asked, still firmly gripping her hair.
"Thank you, thank you."
Harry brought her mouth back to his cock as that clone disappeared, leaving only the one still fucking her cunt. They began raining slaps down on Hermione's arse, which in turn made her seize up as she came for the fourth time, her fingers still dutifully rubbing her clit. Harry could start to feel tendrils of fire licking up his spine as he used her mouth for his pleasure, her nails carving divots into his thigh.
He was covered in sweat, pulse thumping in his neck from maintaining so many clones for so long and from staving off his release. Harry took to sliding his dick down her throat in long strokes; enjoying the way she spasmed and swallowed as he pulled nearly all the way out, only to push in until her nose was pressed against his crotch. It was sweet torture trying to hang on, but he was determined to meet Hermione's expectations.
Finally, the doppelganger in her cunt worked their way free from under her and stood by her head on Harry's right. Hermione perked up when she heard the schlick sound of the clone stroking their cock, covered in her release, near her face. Harry turned her towards them, enjoying the way she looked, waiting so happily for another load of come.
She didn't have to wait long as the final doppelganger climaxed, releasing numerous ropes onto her face. They squeezed the last of it into her open mouth before stepping back and fading away. Hermione swallowed the offering and turned back towards him, a beautiful mess.
All of the come had mingled with her sweat, and tears, and ruined makeup to paint a truly debauched scene. Harry undid the blindfold, looking into those whiskey eyes he loved so much. Hermione smiled at him.
"Please master, I want one more. Won't you please come on my face?" she asked, her tone innocent in spite of her current condition.
Harry stroked his cock harshly, feeling his release growin ever closer. "Fuck, always so good for me, little love."
He gripped her hair tighter as he came at last, knees nearly buckling. The world turned to white noise as he felt himself pulse and pulse, a seemingly endless stream of come splashing across her face. Harry wrung every last bit of his orgasm from his cock, finishing the final layer of Hermione's defilement.
As he fought to catch his breath, Harry noticed her hand still between her legs, hurriedly rubbing. He dropped to his knees and pushed three fingers into her cunt, curling and dragging them along that spot which drove her crazy. Harry pulled on her hair, tilting her head back as she whined and began to shake.
"Such a needy, wanton little slut. You want to come again? Do it, come for me," he growled.
Hermione tensed up, her cunt clamping down around his digits, as she whined. A spray of liquid coated his hand and the floor as she climaxed once more, sobbing in a gorgeous mix of pain and pleasure. Harry caught her as she lost her balance, still shaking in release.
It took him a long while to trust that his legs wouldn't give out before he carried Hermione out of their playroom to start their aftercare routine. He carefully cleaned her as she drank and ate. She watched him with tender eyes, occasionally pulling him down for a soft kiss, which made him feel giddy. They murmured soft words of love and adoration to one another, basking in a quiet intimacy.
This time, where he could take care of her, was as important to him as the rest of their dynamic, and it was something he cherished. The trust and the love she gave to him was almost more than he knew what to do with at times, but he always strove to be worthy of it. As he tucked them in a few minutes later, comfy, and dry, and warm, Harry thought he had definitely earned it that day.
It was dark when he woke, and many hours later if he had to guess. Harry yawned and glanced down to find Hermione watching him with a content smile. He grinned at her and brushed her cheek softly.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hello, little love," he replied. Harry ran his hand through her hair. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"
Hermione nodded emphatically. "Yes, yes, yes! Thank you so much, master."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Happy fortieth, little love."
