Daphne Greengrass had known loneliness for most of her life. Due to her sister's blood curse, their parents focused on a young Daphne to carry on the family legacy. This was her own curse to bear, except no one pitied her like Astoria. No one cared if she was alone or broken.

Her studies were her only priority. Her parents drilled the lessons into her. They worked duty and responsibility onto her again and again, grinding down her desire to have friends until she was actively avoiding such distractions. This led to many people labelling her as smug, or cold.

So be it, she decided. She did not care. Daphne accepted her sheltered life, not even bothering to make many friends during her time in Hogwarts. She would bring success and fame to her family, while Astoria would eventually pass away from this world.

This was a truth she had accepted since she was young. This was her life… The few that knew her pitied her for the sad life she lived. In all honesty, Daphne didn't shed much of a tear for her sister.

They were never close. To say they were friends was even pushing things. More like accomplices.

What point was there to making friends with someone already dead? So Daphne lived her life alone...

In the modern world, long after Hogwarts, Daphne was still trying to find the fame and influence she believed she deserved. She was a small business owner, trying to find her own cut of the pie, so to speak.

Sadly, she had been waiting for years.

Daphne's life was not an easy one. It was difficult trying to find the money she wanted, and even more difficult now that her parents have passed away.

She wished she had friends to rely on, but honestly, she had none. Of course, she'd never let anyone know about her loneliness…

Still, what shocked her was a message from her sister, still alive, perhaps even better than ever. Because Astoria's message plainly and clearly told Daphne that the young woman had been cured. Her blood curse was gone, and it was all thanks to one man. James, a fellow student from Hogwarts that Daphne hadn't interacted with very much.

Questions ran through Daphne's mind. She needed answers, and there was only one way she was going to get them. She sent her sister a message asking how she could have been cured, what happened, and where she and James were.

Astoria replied with only one answer. She gave the location of James' home and as soon as Daphne had an address, she made her way there.

She had no idea she was walking into the maw of a beast…

Daphne waited for James and Astoria to meet her. Hermione Granger, of all people, had welcomed Daphne inside and told her that James and Astoria were preoccupied at the moment. Now Daphne was waiting for them, and she had been waiting for almost ten minutes.

She let out a sigh, looking around the house and finding herself alone. No one else to speak to. No one else to even look at.

"Hello?" No answer. "Hello?!" Louder, more annoyed, but still no answer. The young woman let out a heated sigh, before she stood up and began to walk around the house. "Hello?! Anyone there?!" She began to walk down a random hall when a voice greeted her.

"May I help you, Miss Greengrass?" the house's maid asked, tilting her head.

Daphne looked at the blonde-haired woman, raising her brow. There was something familiar about her, but Daphne quickly brushed it aside.

"I am looking for James and my sister. Where are they?"

"Master James," she paused, shuddering at the very mention of her Master's name. Daphne blushed at the sight. It was almost like uttering those very words sent a shiver up the maid's spine. "A-and Mistress Astoria are in that room. End of the hall, on your left."

Daphne turned her head back down the hall, before she nodded her head and walked forward. She came to the door the maid had pointed at, before knocking on it. No response. She frowned, before knocking again, harder and louder this time, but still no response.

She turned her head to the maid, who continued to stare at her with a smile on her plump lips. "Are you sure they're-?"

"Ahh!" A cry from inside. Who was that? It sounded like a woman's voice. Her sister?

Daphne gulped as the worst rushed through her mind. She quickly grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door and breaking the spell on it.

Screams of pleasure. Roars of ecstasy. Shrill cries of mad, twisted, carnal sensations… Daphne gasped, breathing in the musk of sex and sweat as she watched as her sister was fucked by James.

The man pounded Astoria's pussy, driving her into the bed as the dark-haired woman screamed. A fucked silly grin was on her face as she pounded, cumming on his shaft. Who knows how many times she had cum on his dick…? Judging by the smell and how soiled the bed was, perhaps four? Five?

Daphne wasn't sure. She was paralyzed, watching the two go at it for several more moments as a load of cum was shot inside of Astoria. James came in Daphne's sister, filling her with his seed as he turned to look at Daphne.

"Hello, Miss Greengrass. How are you?"

"I… I…"

"Aww, is that all you have to say, sister?" Astoria pouted as James lifted his body off of her. The raven-haired woman stood up, walking towards Daphne with swaying hips. Daphne stepped back, only for the door to slam shut behind her.

The two sisters stared into the other's eyes, their expressions as opposite as their appearances.

Astoria was a ravaged beauty. Her long, dark hair gave her a beautiful allure. A sense of danger that her sharp eyes only added to. Her body was beautiful, though, a woman dripping with sex appeal. Every curve, every dip of her body… She was almost like a forbidden fruit, wanted by so many, but too dangerous to actually touch.

Meanwhile Daphne was often described as pretty, if a bit plain. Her blonde locks were shorter than Astoria's, hanging by her shoulders, and her body lacked the bust and wide hips of her sister. She was still very attractive, but her plain clothing and bad attitude typically scared off any would-be suitors.

And now they were staring at one another. The naked beauty, with cum dripping down her legs versus the pretty, but plain blonde.

"Ah… Astoria, what…?" The dark-haired woman stepped forward and Daphne stepped back again, hitting the door.

"You wanted to know how he cured me, didn't you?" Astoria teased. "This is how. He turned me into his little slut and he filled me with his cum again and again," she explained. "It's been amazing. Both being free of the curse, and being his dirty, little, whore. Have you seen his dick?"

"I… I…" Daphne gulped, glancing at said cock.

It was massive. She had never seen a dick that big. She had never seen a cock before, period. Her jaw dropped at the sight, taking in how it glimmered from the pussy juices coating it. Daphne took a slow breath, breathing in the scent of cum as her womanhood quivered.

She whimpered where she stood, watching as James walked closer. His bare, naked body before her… Staring at her muscles, his physique, his-

"Enjoying what you see?" James asked and Astoria giggled as Daphne's face turned red.

Astoria giggled, smacking her sister's ass suddenly, making her jump.

"I'm going to go get cleaned up. You two don't do anything crazy, okay?" Astoria teased, giggling as she pushed Daphne out of the way. She opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind her as Daphne blinked.

She was still staring at the cock.

"Y-you saved my sister." James nodded his head with a small shrug.

"I've saved a lot of pretty women."

"D-do you…? W-with all the women you save?" she asked, eyeing his dick as James smiled, crossing his arms over his naked chest.

"Do I what? Kiss them? Fuck them? Treat them as my sex slaves?" he chuckled.

She bit her lower lip. She trembled where he stood, feeling so small as his cock throbbed between her legs. She gulped, fingers rolling into two tight fists.

What was happening to her? Some kind of reaction to… to the naked man in front of her?

"Yes. All of the above. I fucked all of them." She nodded her head, before she slowly lifted her head up, staring into his face.

"Does that offend you? You can leave if you'd like. You have the information you wanted."

S-she did, as awful as the truth was. Awful, but alluring. Terrible, but mystifying. She glanced down at the cock and gulped again.

"I… I should thank you."

He raised his brow, a dark smile on his face as her pussy quivered between her legs again.

The young woman had never even touched herself before. Such sinful desire was against her belief, her duty to… to her family. She blocked all such desires from her mind, and ironically, that lack of knowledge of intimacy was what spelled her downfall.

"Well, how do you want to do that?"

"Y-you can…" His smile grew as her underwear became wet from her own arousal. "D-do to me… what you did to Astoria."

James' teeth gleamed as he smiled.

Her clothes were left in shreds on the floor, forgotten and surrendered by Daphne. She blushed, covering her own tits as his hand stroked her face.

"Um, I-I hope this body does not offend."

"No, not at all. You are beautiful."

She smiled at the simple compliment, before slowly pulling her hands away from her chest. She revealed her small, soft breasts as James' cock throbbed between his legs.

"Are you scared?" he whispered, and she shook her head.

"Good. Turn around."

She nodded her head again, turning around so that her back was facing him. She felt his hands stroking her naked, smooth skin. She trembled at his touch, before he gently pushed her forward. She fell forward and her face pressed against a soft pillow. It was damp, probably from Astoria's drool and other juices.

Daphne then felt her face being held down, pressed into a pillow as she struggled to calm her racing heart. She bit her lower lip, almost drawing blood as she felt something thick pushing into her. Pressing against her wet slit…

Before slowly moving inside of her. She felt a man's cock, his penis stuffed inside of her womanhood and leaving her to moan and mewl in pleasure. She expected it to hurt. She expected some amount of pain, but no.

It felt good. It felt amazing! She moaned again, louder this time as inch after inch of his shaft filled her tight cunt. Her warm walls tightened around the shaft as her eyes nearly rolled into her head. Then he spanked her ass and her pussy tightened again, convulsing as she felt filled with his meat.

She giggled weakly, feeling almost high from his touch.

"How does it feel?" he whispered, pausing his body as she felt his precum drip along her insides.

"G-gah… G-good. I-it feels good. Ah, ah, amazing…"

"That so?" he spanked her ass again, and she moaned louder this time. "Do you want me to push the rest of it all the way in?

The rest…? There was more? She nodded her head vigorously, fingers digging into the bed. She kissed the same spot Astoria's head once laid, before speaking.

"Yes. Yes, I want it all. I want you to f-fuh, fuck me. Please, I-ahhh!"

He began to move his hips again. A steady pace. In, out, in, out, and she cried out in bliss, panting as his entire shaft vanished inside of her. She felt every inch of his cock inside of her and she loved it. She couldn't tell him, though. Actual words were too hard for her mind to recite as the pleasure overwhelmed her for a moment.

The virgin had never even touched herself before. She was almost the living embodiment of chastity and purity, and what had that life given her? Loneliness and weaknesses. Now that she was giving in to James, and so easily, everything just felt… better. Warmer. Hotter.

This was the life she was meant to live.

The blonde-haired beauty screamed loudly, feeling his cock pulsing inside of her as James' laughter and moans filled her mind. Was this what falling in love was like? The complete surrender of her mind, heart, soul, and body to someone else…

Who James on the outside didn't matter. His looks, his wealth, none of that mattered. Not really. Because he was something else. He was naturally above the other boys with their smaller cocks and weaker spirits.

James wasn't just dominating her body with his. No, it was so much more than that. Something that a man was either born with, or without. James was just a natural lover, one born to fuck and take, and seize the hearts of whatever woman catches his fancy.

That was who he was. Denying him that right was like keeping a bird from flying or a fish on land. It wasn't right. James deserved to be and do whatever he wanted because that was just who he was.

He deserved it all, and it was at this moment that Daphne swore she would give him just that. She gave up everything her body had. From her heaving, bouncing, sweaty tits to her lush, plump, glittering lips, to her sparkling, radiant eyes, to her firm, fat ass that rippled with every thrust.

Her tight, warm mouth. Her equally as perfect pussy. Her wealth and fortune, her very identity… It was all his, and if he asked it of her, she would give up all aspirations for him. Her fortune was just another resource for her to give to him, like her time, or her devotion.

James had broken many women in his life. Freed them of the shackles of weakness other men, or society, had instilled on them. He gave them confidence in their bodies or comfort in the low positions he bestowed upon them…

For Daphne? It was something else. Something different. She took to the role of slave like a pegasus to flight. She was given a taste and she demanded the entire ocean.

The once proud and stoic woman was broken. Her inhibitions unlocked as she became the woman she had always meant to be.

His cock throbbed inside of her and Daphne moaned loudly, hands clawing at the bed as her eyes nearly rolled into her skull. Her blonde locks clung to her sweaty skin as James leaned down, staring into her eyes in the darkness of the room.

"Do you know the origin of your name, slut?"

"H-huh…?" Her toes curled, twitching as she felt her pussy tightening and stroking the thick member inside of her.

"It's the name of a famous Nymph. The legend goes that the woman was pursued by Apollo himself, refusing his advances, mmh-" He didn't stop thrusting into her, even as he recounted the tale. "Until she prayed to her father, the river god Peneus, to save her. She was turned into a tree and Apollo still continued to worship her."

His hand fell onto her breast, squeezing and kneading it as she moaned again, louder this time. "A nymph. A slutty woman with the kind of depraved desires you'd expect from a nymphomaniac. "

Nymphomaniac. Someone obsessed with sex. She giggled dumbly, lost to the pleasure she felt as she nodded her head.

"Y-yes. You're right. I-I love it. This pleasure. It's addicting. I-ahh!" He kept fucking her, bending down as he laid on top of her. Her pussy convulsed around his shaft, spraying her pussy juices all over the bed as she grinned. "I should have known you were my Master. M-meant to be. My god!"

She giggled wildly, reduced to her namesake. A nymph. "I-I rejected everyone. Anyone. Because I was, ahhh! W-waiting for you. I love you, Master! I need you!"

James chuckled at the mad declaration. Perhaps Daphne would turn out to be a bit mad under his wing. Oh, well. He couldn't say he felt too bad about that. The idea of driving this woman insane with lust for him and cock was a bit amusing, honestly.

Now that the foreplay was over with, it was time for him to really give it to her. Daphne looked like she could barely handle his thrusts now. What would happen when he really started fucking her? Time to find out.

He started moving his hips again and her eyes widened as she let out a silent scream. She felt a storm under her skin, electrifying her, making her tremble and convulze as the cock pressed against her inner walls.

To her, this was all she was built for. Her reason to live. Her madness had been hiding under the surface for so long, desperate to find someone worthy of her.

Years. Years of waiting for the perfect man to claim her. Conquer her.

All this time, waiting for a man to take her in his arms and make love to her. To fuck her as she always needed to be.

Her Apollo. Her true god.

There's nothing Daphne wants more than to be James's lover. Even if she was thrown to the bottom of a black pit, left at the bottom of the harem hierarchy with Ginny and Nessa, she didn't care.

Daphne Greengrass would love James Michael for the rest of her days. A pure blooded Master that would treat her as she deserved… however he wanted to. Just as he deserved!

The bed was shaking now. Banging against the walls and floor, shaking the entire house. She glanced at the open doorway where several pairs of eyes stared at them, watching Daphne's cherry being popped.

The beautiful blonde smiled, kissing the air, so unlike the pompous bitch she was when she walked in here. Now she was a good slut, an obedient slut for their Master. Daphne was one of them, and she didn't care if she was on the top or bottom of the totem pole.

She was happy to have a piece of James, and in exchange she gave him everything she had. Everything she was. All for him.

Daphne could see the future they would have together. She would wake up in puddles of cum, wallowing in the white spunk. She would lick the floor and herself clean, savoring every drop with a quiver of her pussy and a wide, eager smile.

She would lay there, staring up at her king as he sat upon his throne, beautiful women at his feet, kissing his hands, begging for attention. They would be shameful and greedy. Not like Daphne. She was good.

She crawled on all fours around her lord, licking up the spilled cum, never asking for anymore than this, because this was enough for her.

A small footnote in the legend of her Master…

Her Master's throbbing cock brought her back to reality and she moaned, feeling it impaling her. She felt her hard nipples poke and press against his flesh, dragging against his muscular body as she cooed. His lips found her neck, gently sucking and biting on her soft flesh. He suckled on it, and she moaned louder as her eyes rolled into her skull.

His lips parted from her skin, revealing the now pinkish skin. He had left his mark on her and she loved it, nearly screaming in pleasure as his tongue licked her neck. She felt his teeth brush against her skin, and she trembled, willing to give even her own blood to him.

She would not be one of the selfish harpies pecking at him, begging for attention they didn't deserve. No, Daphne was happy with whatever she was given. Still, she wanted to make sure her Master knew how happy she was to be used.

"T-tha-aaah! Thank, thank you, Master! Thank you for your c-co-oooh! COCK! I love it. I love it so fucking much! Ahhh!" Fuck me Master, fuck me harder!"

She would never want to demand from her Master any more than she deserved, and she deserved very little, but she knew her Master would enjoy the sound of her begging. She would give him just enough to satisfy him. Anything for him.

"And what would you, mmph, give up for my cock?" He stopped his thrusts, staring down at her as she knew what he wanted from her. She nodded her head with an eager grin.

"I… I would give up everything. Anything for you. You can have my very soul, all of my earthly possessions, and all I ask for in return is that you keep f-f...fuuuh…" She moaned weakly, feeling globs of his precum filling her pussy as he slowly slid his dick back and forth inside of her. "K-kuh, keep fucking me. Keep fucking me! I-I, I love you, my lord!"

He chuckled in response, lifting his body up and placing a hand on her breast, gently squeezing and kneading it. Her hard nipple pressed against his hand as her pussy convulsed, tightened around the several inches of hard flesh.

"I love you," she mewled, her whispers hidden under the wet smacks of flesh upon flesh. She moaned loudly, tongue hanging out of her mouth for a moment, before she repeated herself. "I love you." Again and again, she declared her heart's true feelings for her soulmate.

"I love you, I love you, I love you with all of my heart! Fuck me! Fuck me, senselessly! Take me and break me and, ah, ahh, ahhh!" She came on his cock, unable to help herself. It was her first orgasm. The very first one she had ever experienced.

She felt it moving like lightning through her body. From the bottom of her feet, up to the tips of her fingers, throughout every inch of her flesh. She felt the storm coursing through her, consuming her, and drowning in the burning, electrifying, and glorious pleasure.

She loved it. Stars above, she loved what this man did to her. She was so happy, but that happiness vanished when she realized what sin she had committed. She felt her Master's cock stop halfway inside of her, and he glared down at the young man as her face turned red with shame.

"I-I am suh, s-so, ho… ho…" Her words slurred. She shook her head, even as she felt her own pussy juices sliding down the inside of her legs. "I'm sorry. Please, M-Master. Please-no!" He inched his cock back, and he had to hold back his laughter as she screamed.

She looked like James held her life in his hand. Just one tug of her finger, and she would fall into the depths of despair. "Please, please don't," she whimpered, staring up at him as the man chuckled.

"I'll be good. Please, don't leave me. Please." He didn't say a word. There was a very dark kind of joy he felt as she begged and pleaded with him. His silence only made her dig herself deeper as he chuckled quietly.

He allowed her to babble and cry for a few more moments. Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes before he finally spoke up, giving her the forgiveness she sought so badly.

"Calm down, my dear. You're okay. You're still new to this pleasure. I'm willing to be forgiving. For now," he replied and she let out a happy sigh of relief. She wiped a tear from her eye as James moved his cock inside of her, churning their juices inside as his cock brushed against the inside of her womb. She moaned loudly, back arching as her fingers tightened into fists.

"But here's a question. What would you do for my forgiveness?"

"Anything!" she replied. "I-I would do anything. I-I would give you all I have. I'll shower you with riches. Gold. Diamonds. Whatever you want, whatever you could ever ask for! Anything your wildest dreams desire!"

"Good to know." He smacked one of her breasts, earning a moan as her nipple quivered. He wrapped a couple of fingers around it, pinching her nipple, even twisting as she mewled in pleasure.

"How does it feel? With just a touch, I could make you cum."

"Y-yes. I feel it. Your holy touch. I-it feels so good," he giggled. She licked her lips, before she wrapped her legs around his body, squeezing him, trying to pull him in deeper.

"Master… If you so wish, cast a spell on me. Change my form. It should fit the shape you desire."

"Oh?"

She nodded her head up and down quickly. "Please. Give me whatever body you want." His wand materialized in his hand as she smiled.

For Daphne, James could have casted the Killing Curse itself on her, and she would have been perfectly happy. Her life belonged to him. She was devoted to him, and she would surrender her very life for him.

He whispered a small incantation, before Daphne's eyes widened. She blinked, before she moaned loudly, body shaking as she felt this new wave of pleasure washing over her. She felt hot again, but this time it was like a wave sweeping over her.

As the fire consumed her, she felt her thighs become a bit thicker, stronger, yet softer. Her hips grew, stretching out as her already pretty body was turned into quite the bombshell. Like some kind of American movie star. James had created this spell with the help of Hermione, but he feared using it on any of his more important slaves.

Daphne was turning out to be quite the good guinea pig as her breasts grew another cup or two. Maybe three? The nipples poked at the empty air as she panted, shaking as a pink light danced in each of her eyes. She moaned loudly, feeling another orgasm overtaking her.

Daphne reached her second orgasm with James barely even moving. His cock was still inside of her, and her pussy changed to better squeeze and embrace the member. The wet, warm walls squeezed down on his shaft as he fought back his orgasm.

Not yet. Soon, though.

Daphne Greengrass had been transformed. Altered into what most people would call a bimbo. She didn't care about the word or the definition, though. To her, she was perfect now. Whatever James wanted of her, she was happy to be.

"I love you," she whispered, a smile on her face and a shimmer to her eyes.

For the bimbofied slut that Daphne has been turned into there was no greater pleasure than her Master's happiness. His hips began to move again and she moaned loudly, pussy tightening around the shaft as her toes curled. She moaned loudly, panting at his rapid thrusts, feeling her juices coat the entire length of his member…

Neither said anything for the next few minutes. They just enjoyed this sensation of pleasure. This pleasure they found in the other's body. Hermione and the other sluts watched the show with approving, if jealous, eyes. They were happy to welcome another sister to their Master's harem.

Astoria was especially happy. She could barely describe how happy she was to see her own flesh and blood turned into a whore like her. No, even more than her. While Astoria had been changed from the inside, Daphne was corrupted and twisted until her physical shape was as depraved and dirty as her mind.

It was glorious, and Astoria felt a hand sliding down her body, gently rubbing against her crotch. She moaned quietly, feeling another hand on her breast, gently rubbing and squeezing it. It took her a moment to quickly realize who the hand belonged to.

She turned her gaze towards the woman that was once her husband, Draco Malfoy, now known as Nessa. The beautiful blonde maid looked at Astoria with hopefully eyes, silently begging for a chance to please the woman again. Astoria smiled and gave the maid a few seconds, letting those slender fingers push into her bare cunt, gently rubbing along her slick inner walls…

And then Astoria took Nessa's hand and pulled. She forced the maid away, gently pushing her away as Astoria smiled.

"Sorry, Nessa. I'd rather be with a real man, and not a timid maid."

"May I, Mistress?" Ginny asked, and Astoria smiled as she stroked the head of the redhead.

"Oh, yes. You'll be perfect. Go ahead."

Ginny beamed with joy, kneeling down before Astoria and pressing her lips against the woman's pussy lips. Astoria moaned with joy, feeling Ginny's tongue slipping against her pussy lips, exploring the wet slit and slowly drowning in the waves of juices and precum.

If she was lucky, she would still be able to taste some of James' cum on those pussy walls. Astoria moaned with joy, placing a hand and stroking Ginny's head as she glanced at the rejected maid.

While some might think Astoria was pouring salt on Nessa's word, Astoria knew the maid better than most. Nessa was jealous, yes, maybe even disheartened, but she watched as Ginny sucked and licked Astoria's clit. The reminder of how weak and pathetic Nessa was made her moan loudly, pressing a hand against her own pussy.

She began to finger herself, her other hand groping and squeezing her own chest as the Patil Sisters laughed. They embraced Nessa from behind, and soon one of the sisters was making out with Nessa, stealing her lips and forcing a tongue down her throat as the other sister reached down. Her hand joined Nessa's, and soon the two were fingering the maid together, making the blonde moan and quiver.

Hermione saw all of this, of course, and she smiled at the sight. Her eyes then turned back towards her dear James and his new slut, watching as Daphne's screams began to grow louder and James' thrusts became more fervent.

She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her as she wore a fucked silly grin on her face, eager to submit her body to him. Especially her womb. She felt his cock throbbing, pulsing, beating almost like a heart… before the first jet of cum began to fire out, filling her insides and coating the walls of her womanhood.

He came inside of her, letting his thick, white spunk coat her as she arched her back again and pulled on the sheets. Her eyes widened, her lips formed an O, and she trembled on the bed as her heart raced.

Dopamine and ecstasy wracked her mind. She drowned in pleasure as she finished her fall, becoming a woman almost literally made to be fucked by James. Her tight pussy squeezed his shaft, tightening and releasing it, pumping it, draining it of his seed as she felt more and more of the syrup-like liquid fill her.

Soon it was overflowing out of her pussy, dripping down in globs of white between her pussy and his dick. She giggled weakly, slowly taking in air as James moaned. He enjoyed the quiet moment as he listened to her slow breaths… and then he began to fuck her again.

Daphne mewled with pleasure, drool dripping down her chin as the bed began to shake once more. James fucked her again, harder and faster than before. Her tight pussy squeezed and welcomed his shaft with a wet, warm, and sticky embrace. She uttered praise to her Master, but it could barely be heard through the symphony of thrusts and smacks.

This drove the beautiful woman over the edge. The nymph moaned loudly, howling in pleasure as she began to experience orgasm after orgasm. Daphne's eyes had almost fully rolled back in her head, and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she wallowed in a mix of their sexual residue.

The gorgeous blonde began to cum again and again around James's cock. She spurred him on as the audience continued to watch, mesmerized by the show. They had front row seats to witness Daphne's fall to depravity, and by now many of them were kissing or touching one another to help get themselves off.

None were so rude to interrupt the moment. This was Daphne's first time, and she deserved to have it between herself and their lord.

Speaking of which, Daphne was promising the man the world on a silver platter. Society's laws no longer held sway over her, and James sought to prove this as he held a hand out. He motioned one of his whores closer, and Astoria walked forward on shaky legs.

Ginny whined as her Mistress left her alone, but Hermione was all too happy to put the MILF to work. As they had their own fun, Astoria came to the side of the bed, staring down at her sister as she was fucked by the superior male.

Even after all this time, Daphine was still thrashing about wildly. Each time their Maste slammed his dick into her pussy, she bounced and moaned and gave in with an eager moan.

"How does it feel, sister?" Daphne replied with a weak moan, a drunken slur of a word neither could have guessed.

It seemed as though words now failed Daphne. James pushed his cock into her one more time, watching her body convulse around his cock… before he slid his dick out. Astoria licked her lips as she stared at the veiny beast. It was free, and her pussy quivered at the sight of it.

James noticed her eyes with a smirk, before he moaned quietly and another load of cum was shot out. This time, though, it fell onto Daphne's body.

Daphne broke down. She fell to incoherent gibberish and unintelligible screams. The ravings of a madwoman, driven insane by lust. James fucked her well, for what seemed like days. An eternity of bliss.

The bimbo couldn't get enough of the godly cock burying itself in her cunt time and time again, and she certainly couldn't get enough of it when James plows right past her cervix and pressed the head of his cock against her womb directly.

Thick jets of cum fell onto her body, splattering against her breasts and onto her flat stomach. She giggled weakly, enjoying the sensation. Her tongue slipped out, licking the empty air. She wanted to suck the cum right off of her body, but she was too weak and tired to do anything but lay on the bed, cumming from the globs of semen on her body.

Astoria stared down at her sister, smiling at the piece of art before her. This was the beginning of their end. They were both James' now, and their lives before making love to him… They just didn't really matter, did they?

Astoria looked down at Daphne's new body. She looked more like a porn star than a mildly successful businesswoman. The woman watched with gleaming eyes as her sister's body began to tremble, falling into a series of explosive orgasms. Her back arched and her legs trembled and shivered, all while still impaled on James' cock.

Her hands clawed at the bed sheets beneath her, before Astoria took one of her hands and squeezed it. Her sister returned the gesture as the two stared at one another, lost in the other's gaze for a moment.

Astoria could feel her pussy quivering at the sight. She licked her lips once more, before she leaned down. She pressed her tongue against Daphne's belly and dragged it along, licking up the thick cum that coated her fair skin.

James' big, fat meaty rod throbbed inside of Daphne. He watched the depraved display as Astoria slurped up semen, before swishing the cum in her mouth and swallowing. She kissed James' cock through Daphne's soft, sticky skin, before she began to move her way up the bimbo's body.

The man moved his hips slowly, letting his cock slide back and forth inside of the once-prim, once-proper woman. The bulbous head of his dick pressed against the entrance to her womb over and over, and she moaned quietly with approval each time. The old Daphne was dead and forgotten, killed by the pure pleasure and bliss coursing through her new body.

Astoria kissed her sister's neck, and the two smiled at each other. Their noses gently rubbed against one another, before they kissed, lips pressed together as they made out for James' entertainment.

The two sisters kissed in an incestual and sinful display of devotion for their Master. Their lips met, pressed against one another, tongues dancing and wrestling as Astoria spat some of the leftover cum into Daphne's mouth. She licked it up, swapping it back and forth with the other woman before they soon swallowed it up.

James savored the sight with a small, toothy smirk… Before he began to move his hips again for one last load. He could practically feel her muscles moving. He felt the rapid squeezing of her cunt, trying to milk James' seed from him.

He moaned at the sensation as Astoria climbed onto her sister, laying on her body and letting their naked tits kiss the other. The sticky cum clinging to Daphne's skin was smeared onto Astoria as they both moaned in bliss.

"Master…"

"Fuck her more, Master. Look at the little slut. She loves it," Astoria grinned, licking her sister's cheek as the other woman nodded her head.

"Y-yes. I love it. I-I love it so much. I'm yours, Mast-aaah!"

Daphne moaned again as her Master began to pump his dick back and forth inside of her. He moved his hips, making sure his cock slid all over her insides, ensuring his cum would coat every inch as Astoria continued to kiss and make out with her sister.

This did not continue for long. James had cum so many times by now. Several times with Astoria, and then twice more with Daphne. Even his cock had limits. Still, he left his newest slave with one hell of a gift as his penis throbbed inside of her once more...

The young man groaned as he unleashed one last load of his cum inside of Daphne's womb. Her womanhood convulsed around his member, pumping more and more of his sperm deep inside of her. It coated her womb, painting her insides white as more cum gushed out of her cunt and onto the sheets again.

Daphne felt herself being thoroughly plastered with his seed, but even as her eyes rolled back into her head one final time, Astoria kissed her again. Their lips and tongue smacked against the other's clumsily, weakly, and their moans were muffled from the other's mouth, but it was still all so perfect.

James had corrupted two beautiful sisters into being his, such was the fate of any woman he so desired. It was a wonderful sensation as he shot the last jets of cum into Daphne, listening to her muffled moans as Astoria stuffed her tongue down her throat.

The man pulled his cock out of Daphne, watching as a small flood of cum spilled out from inside of her. He nodded his head with approval as he watched Astoria break the kiss and quickly move down, licking up the spilled cum with eager ferver.

Astoria was licking up the dripping cum, right out of her sister's pussy. James smiled at the sight, before turning his head to the doorway. Hermione and the other sluts were staring at him, biting their lips with dripping cunts and hard nipples.

He laughed, motioning them over without even a word. They all moved closer, kissing at his skin and grinding their bodies against him…

Thanksgiving was a wonderful holiday to celebrate. James' father was an American man, and he had raised his son with some of the traditions and habits of his homeland. One of those was having a wonderful and extravagant dinner with those he loved.

He and Hermione sat at the head of a large table, clinking their glasses as the rest of his harem sat alongside them. They cheered and smiled at one another, almost resembling a normal family as Nessa and the Patil twins helped serve food for everyone.

It was a wonderful party, but James had to admit, knowing that Harry, Ron, and other men were alone this holiday added a delicious spice to this moment. He didn't spare them anymore of his thoughts as he kissed Hermione and enjoyed the feast with his sluts and whores.

One of the special guests, though, was Daphne. She laid on the table horizontally, allowing James and Hermione to pick food off of her naked body. A few slices of turkey were laid on her stomach, some gravy was spilled over one of her breasts, while mashed potatoes covered the other. Cranberries sauce laid out on her arm, with some stuffing laying between her two large breasts, coating her cleavage.

The beautiful blonde enjoyed the feeling of being used as a plate by her Master. She smiled and giggled, as Hermione and James picked food off of her. Thanks to a spell from the former, her body felt no heat. No pain from the food on her. Only pleasure in serving her Master.

"More food, sir?" Astoria asked, walking over to the group with a large bowl of cranberry sauce.

"Yes, please," James smiled. He patted Daphne's cleaned stomach and Astoria happily poured some cranberry sauce on her sister's flat stomach. Daphne moaned at the sensation, before her sister leaned down and kissed her lips.

The two sisters made out with one another, tongues licking and wrestling with the other as they both moaned. James watched with an amused smile as their tongues fought, before Astoria stood up straight and walked away with swaying hips.

The only thing she had been wearing was a black apron on her body, meaning her ass was completely bare and open to be gawked at by James.

Hermione giggled at the sight, before kissing her Master's cheek.

Quite the harem you've put together here."

"It's acceptable, I suppose," he replied with a small smile on his lips. "I plan on adding a few more in due time, but for now, I suppose this is enough." James and Hermione chuckled together, sharing another kiss before they continued to pick food off of Daphne's bimbo body.

"I am thankful for you, Master." Daphne smiled at her Master, licking her glistening lips as she looked up at her lord. "Thank you for letting me serve you."

James smiled and patted her breast, letting it pick up some food before bringing it to her mouth. Daphne looked at him for approval, and once he nodded his head, she was happy to eat out of his hand like an animal with her Master.

The lovely dinner continued, and for dessert, Nessa and the Patil Twins brought out a few pumpkin pies. Astoria even brought some whipped cream, and she looked over her sister's body was picked clean of food, leaving a few crumbs and sticky spots on her body.

She shook the bottle of whipped cream, before she sprayed it onto Daphne's breasts, covering both of them, before leaning down to lick and kiss the pile of cream right off Daphne's skin. James produced his wand and waved it in the air, lifting Astoria up and onto the table.

Daphne looked at James and he nodded his head, and she understood. She and her sister stood on the table together as the twins took away the plates. The two sisters pressed their tits together, rubbing the whipped cream against one another as they moaned and kissed.

Their lips and tongues met again and again as Hermione produced some mistletoe with her own wand.

"Christmas spirit," she replied, tossing it to the air and hitting it with another spell. The mistletoe seemed to glow a bright pink, before each of the women shuddered in place.

James watched as they threw themselves to one another, tearing at their clothes like they were presents. Unwrapping them and revealing the gorgeous woman underneath. James chuckled at the sight, before looking at Hermione. She smiled back at him, before she stood up and sat on the table.

The two kissed once more, their lips and tongues dancing and wrestling with one another for a moment, before James began to tear at her clothes. He tore the cloth to shreds, knowing he could use his magic, but what was the fun of that? No, unwrapping her like this was much, much more fun.

He kissed Hermione's lips one more time, before he watched as Astoria and Daphne sat on either side of the brunette. The three began to kiss, swapping spit and letting Hermione lick some whipped cream from their lips. James watched at the sight, before he spread his favorite slut's legs apart and pulled his pants down.

He pushed his hard cock inside of her, feeling her tight pussy squeezing his shaft as he began to fuck her. Hermione moaned in pleasure, feeling her breasts being groped by the sisters.

"What a dirty whore," Astoria teased.

"If that is what the Master wants, then that is what he will have." Daphne kissed Hermione's neck, leaving a hickey on her skin, just like how James did to her.

James grinned, pumping his cock harder inside of Hermione. He grabbed Daphne by the shoulder, pulling her into a kiss as he listened to the moans and cries of the rest of his harem.

Another day in paradise… And he still had so much left to do.