Personal Freedom
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Chap. 31: Personal Freedom
"Ah, I needed that," Harry laughed as he held open the door for Hermione. She, like he was, giggled as she stepped, naked as the day she was born, into the door at the end of the north wing. Just days ago, neither would have done that, and certainly not done so while nude.
The dozens of women they had been sheltering after rescuing them from the Death Eaters didn't need to see that, especially with the Imperius Curse-based conditioning many of them had undergone.
That didn't mean their exhibitionist escapade had gone unnoticed, of course. Dobby rolled his bulbous eyes as they dashed past, while his fingers waved and invisible levels of dust vanished from one of the paintings between the many doors of the dorm-like lower floor on the north wing. Beyond that, in the main intersection of the ground floor, Pansy was carrying a book beneath one arm while she discussed something with Romilda in low tones, heading from the library in the direction of the same stairs Harry and Hermione were set to take to the upper floor.
Pansy, who had just finished speaking, looked up at the sound of pattering feet. One dark eyebrow raised, "Oh, that's how it is, is it? Well... I'm not to be outdone, you know. Hold this, Romilda."
The dark-haired girl kept a level eye on the naked pair as they skidded to a halt nearby, chests heaving with the laughter and run. Hermione's face turned red, but Harry simply smiled widely as his cock started to swell again just being around three of his ladies at once, and nude too.
Pansy ignored that, unusually, as she reached down for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "Winky, can you come take this to my room, please? Oh, and my bra, too."
The elf appeared a moment later, and the clothing lifted into the air, then vanished with another pair of exasperated elf eyes following a moment later.
Harry grinned, "I won't object to more tits on display."
"I didn't think you would," Pansy sniffed, then turned away haughtily, "Come along, Romilda, we've work to do."
"Actually, no, Romilda, don't listen to her," Harry countermanded with a wink to Hermione, "as my fucktoy, you don't have to listen to the orders of my slave. You're equally low, after all. If something is pressing, by all means get to it. If it's not, well... I have a cock in need of servicing. Underneath the desk in my study, Romilda."
"Yes, Master," the dusky skinned young woman grinned, and promptly all-but threw the book she had taken from Pansy back into the Slytherin's arms.
Pansy glared, "We were studying. Or at least, she was supposed to be rubbing my feet while I studied."
"You'll have time," Harry assured her, "and you'll like this anyway. Why don't you finish stripping? There's no need for clothes when it's just family here, right?"
Pansy swallowed, and her brazen, haughty demeanor faltered. "Er... I... I suppose not, no..."
"Good. Winky, Pansy needs the rest of her clothes in her room, too. Actually, leave the knickers on. Hermione, if you've nothing pressing yourself, would you take Pansy up to her room and remind her she's a good girl? Personally, of course. I've a few letters to send off, and I'll come join you after. Lilith and Romilda need to be fed anyway, but it shouldn't take long."
Hermione's blush returned as she glanced at her former rival, "I... suppose I could make some time. But you really should take care of Slave's needs yourself, Harry."
"I will, I will, promise," he laughed, "but you'll all like the results of the letters, I think. Something fun for the whole family, and not just the ones here now. Had a brilliant idea on the way in from the hillside."
"Alright, well.. suit yourself. Come along, Slave, let's get your pussy warmed up for Harry."
"Y- Yes, Mistress," Pansy replied demurely, falling into step behind Hermione as she moved for the stairs heading up.
Harry watched both beautiful arses bounce and sway for a moment as they headed up the stairs, one knickers-clad, and one completely bare and still glistening with the sheen of recent sex, before he sent a quick mental message to Lilith and stepped into the study just past the stairways.
When he entered his study, a small line of clothing, a jumper, a skirt, knickers, trailed between the doorway and the desk on his right. Harry grinned. Romilda was nowhere in sight, but she was excellent at following instructions. He had no compunction, then, about sitting down in the comfortable chair with his legs spread, and reaching forward to take the girl by her hair and shove her mouth onto his erection. "Ah... that's it. Service me like you want to, little one. Shite, that's so good... I can't believe your tight throat can always take me so easily, Romilda."
"Mmmaffer," she groaned, her tight neck convulsing as she tried and failed to speak coherently with his shaft buried in her esophagus.
"Don't bother talking, you know I don't want your pretty mouth doing that right now. Just suck me hard and fast. Make yourself a useful little cumdump while I write a few letters."
Lilith joined Romilda beneath the desk, sliding in smoothly in her petite form despite the lack of space, and alternated between playing with the more mature-looking witch, or licking Harry's sensitive, heavy scrotum while he wrote the first of his letters, then duplicated it two dozen times with the Gemino charm. Once those were addressed without bothering with an envelope, Dobby was sent off with the lot.
Harry fed Lilith with his next load, making the Succubus coo in delight and Romilda pout, murmuring quietly under her breath that she'd earned that one. He only chuckled, and lifted her chin a bit to look into his eyes, "Don't worry, my little slut, you'll get plenty. Lilith, your turn to earn some for her... but swap it back and forth between you, won't you? And no talking, I've got to concentrate."
The next letter went to Mad-Eye, and a quick third one, nearly identical to the second, to Kingsley. Those were sent off with Hedwig, who seemed very happy to have something to do. She'd been terribly miffed not to be able to deliver more than a few of the party invitations, after all, and had rarely sent letters otherwise.
"Aah, fuck, Lils, that's so good," Harry groaned as he finished sending the beautiful snowy owl on her way, then relaxed back into the seat as his tiny, devilish Succubus went to down, deep-throating him from tip to base with reckless abandon.
Romilda stared in wild wonder, though Harry knew full well she could duplicate the feat. "Yeah, baby girl, you look just as good doing that. It's amazing, isn't it?"
"So hot," Romilda exhaled.
Then she looked up at him, "Is it my turn, Master? I'm so hungry..."
"Ye- Yeah, baby, it is," Harry groaned, "Now, Lilith, let your sister-slut have some cum, too."
Lilith obediently left his dick, her tongue slurping up some saliva on the way, then kissed Romilda briefly before she took the larger girl's head in her hands and pushed her down, too. Lilith looked up at Harry, grinning proudly, while she treated Romilda's head like the pocket-pussy she enjoyed being... and Harry lost it, jettisoning at least two cups worth of magically-induced, thick semen into Romilda's mouth, throat, and eventually, digestive tract.
Once his orgasm was done, both girls dutifully got to work cleaning him with their tongues, side by side, working in unison as if born to it.
Which, he supposed, in some ways each of them were.
Harry luxuriated in the beauties licking him clean of their own saliva and what little semen had coated his cock after loosing most of it down their throats in turn for a solid ten minutes. Even if it hadn't been for the many enhancements Lilith had brought to Harry's body, he was pretty sure that he'd have been hard again anyway... no matter that he'd left a huge load in Hermione's pussy, and the stomachs of both Lilith and Romilda within the last hour and a half.
"Alright, that's enough, greedy girls," he chuckled after a few more seconds, then pulled out of their grip reluctantly. "I've shagged you both repeatedly over the last few days, but Pansy hasn't been with me since- well, the day after, when you all helped me relax a bit. And she hasn't had some focus on her since just a couple days after summer started, so it's her turn. You can play with each other if you want... but just so you know, tomorrow we're probably heading into London in the morning, and doing a Rune-set in the afternoon. If you're up to it of course, love."
"Always," Lilith grinned, "I've been charged up since the day after the battle at the Malfoy's. Any idea who we're doing?"
"A few... but I'll keep a lid on it. Have fun, cuties."
Even given all that, it was hard to tear himself away from the lusty, almost too-fuckable girls as they started kissing each other with passion, still on their knees beneath his desk.
Somehow, with a force of will greater than Harry had used to break the first Imperius he'd ever been under, he did it, though. He had work to do in maintaining one of his favorite relationships. Even if it still blew his mind that the relationship had even come about, especially the way it had started.
He found Hermione and Pansy together, but they were not having sex as he had expected.
Hermione was, after all, an obedient girl herself (at least to him, willful as she could be otherwise), but she was also, as she had vehemently insisted, 'not a lesbian'.
That Ginny had taught her the pleasures of women all the same was a credit to the fire-haired girl's dedication to her craft and talent. That Hermione had been willing to do the same for Pansy had, Harry was sure, helped mold the Slytherin into the compliant little Slave she had become.
But they were also girls of seventeen and eighteen who had at least one set of Succubus-written Runes on them, and therefore far randier than most normal people of their same ages and proclivities otherwise. Seeing them not licking each other or tribbing honestly surprised him as Harry knocked twice, then poked his head into Pansy's bedroom. "Hey, uh- sorry, am I interrupting?"
They were, of course, naked. While Hermione and Pansy were easily able to swap clothes, as he well knew, for their similar sizes, and Hermione's own bedroom was just a little further across the central axis of the third floor, she clearly hadn't bothered.
Pansy's clothes were not just off, as he'd last seen them, they were ripped, to pieces, and scattered around the floor. Nothing a few mending charms wouldn't fix, of course, but any enchantments the otherwise muggle clothing might have carried were probably gone for good, and would require re-casting at the minimum to get back.
Hermione, it seemed, had been quite aggressive in following Harry's instructions... at least for the most part.
But the black-haired girl didn't seem upset with her, as she lay face-down on her bed, breasts bulging even against the soft bedspread and mattress, with her legs spread. Hermione looked up at him from her position kneeling between Pansy's legs, but it was obvious she hadn't been fingering the other girl, for her hands were wrapped around Pansy's shoulders. "Oh, hey, Harry. No, come on in. I was just getting her ready for you, like you asked. She was strangely reluctant, but once I started... she's much more relaxed now, isn't she, Slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," Pansy cooed, "I'm sorry for being a bad girl, Mistress... I should be punished."
"And you will be," Hermione chuckled, "only by your Master, instead. I'm not in the mood for a good spanking, which you seem to desperately need. I just want to make my little Slave-girl feel ni~ice and relaxed, before the punishment begins. How're you feeling?"
"Amazing," Pansy exhaled, "Mistress. Very relaxed."
"Good." Then, to Harry again, with a lick of her lips as she spotted his throbbing erection, "You should make that bigger, Harry. Really stuff this slut full when you get to it. I'm almost done... Remember a while ago I told you that, on the day of the attack at Hogwarts, Lavender had twisted something and the Patils gave her a massage? It gave me the idea. I've never done it before, but it seems easy enough... she's like putty."
"Good... that's pretty sexy, just watching you do that, Hermione... if I wasn't hard to start with, I would be now, damn. But you should go spread the word, we're going into London tomorrow morning for some shopping, and then we're going to do a Rune-set in the afternoon or evening. Everyone, the whole lot, Neville and Hannah included if they can come."
"Ooh? That sounds fun, alright," Hermione grinned, and hopped up with a quick slap to Pansy's round arse, "There, one spank from your Mistress for being such a good girl, Slave."
"Thank you, Mistress," Pansy sighed. She still hadn't opened her eyes, which meant she had no idea that Harry wasn't just nude, but throbbing with an arm-sized cock that Hermione, as she stopped to kiss him on the way by, couldn't even come close to wrapping a hand around.
"Treat her good, Harry, just like she deserves," the brunette winked, then slipped out the door, closing it softly behind her.
"Now, Pansy, dear, dear Slave," Harry told her, "Don't look up. Keep your eyes closed until you absolutely can't anymore... then you can look at me, but only then. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," she sighed, smiling as she turned her head to face the other way, removing some of the temptation, "Do whatever you want to me... I deserve it."
"You do. You deserve everything I'm going to do to you, and a bit more. But first... Reparo. Reparo. Reparo. Reparo... Reparo. That ought to do it. I like those clothes, you look good in muggle attire, pure-blood witch that you are."
"Th- Thank you, Master."
Harry walked around to Pansy's feet, his eyes on her the whole time. She had, like most of the girls, been shaving or using charms to remove all the hair around her private parts almost since he'd first shagged them, and the fat roundness of her cunt, a little pink, swollen, and dripping despite nothing obviously sexual happening between she and Hermione. "Delightful," he murmured, "Count for me."
Harry didn't start right away, though. Instead, he climbed up onto the bed to kneel between Pansy's legs too, and ran his hands up and down her smooth, pale limbs. "You really do have a spectacular body. Draco would never have deserved it."
"Draco never even got it up for me after we were like, thirteen," Pansy sighed, "Not that I'd have wanted him to any more. You're so much better, Master."
"Yes, well, putting that twat aside for now," Harry chuckled, then slid one hand up the inside of Pansy's thigh then around, just missing her core, to cup one arse cheek, while the other mirrored it at first but twisted down, wrapping around her pouty, full sex instead, "This twat is what I want to focus on... but not just yet. First, you were definitely a bad girl, resisting Mistress' commands, weren't you?"
"Y-Yes," Pansy moaned, and even just admitting that seemed to make her relax into the bed further. "I was very bad."
Whap.
She yelped almost a full second after the flat of Harry's palm struck the cheek he'd just been kneading, since her mind had clearly not been ready for the stinging pain. Still, Pansy's body squirmed slightly against the bedspread as she moaned, "O-One, Master. Harry."
Whap.
"Two.... ah..."
The other cheek, whap-whap in rapid succession.
"Three and Four, Harry, Circe!"
"Not exactly," Harry chuckled, "I'm far too three-legged to be Circe, but I appreciate the comparison of magical power."
He didn't slap or spank her again for a while, and instead kneaded the soft, round, rapidly reddening flesh of Pansy's arse for several seconds, then pulled the cheeks apart to look at the strangely clean, puckered star. Hermione's work, no doubt... got more than one hole ready for me. Smart girl.
Whap-slap!
From the left, and right, both hands almost simultaneous.
"Ow! F- Five and six, Harry, Gods!"
"Again, not quite," he chuckled, "This one doesn't count, it's for the sacrilege you just uttered, my dear." Whap!
He heard Pansy gulp, but she didn't take in a breath to count.
Harry scooted forward, and used a hand to push the great slab of meat between his legs downward into the crease of Pansy's now bright red, almost glowing buttocks. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, "You're so big... I can tell, Harry!"
"I know. I made it that way just for you. After all, one isn't really supposed to enjoy a punishment, are they? If you get off on being spanked like the naughty girl you are, I have to be more, ah... creative."
"It'll tear me in half," she whispered.
"No it won't."
Another slap, this time across both cheeks with one hand, softened perhaps by his cock being included. It didn't hurt him, even as strong as Harry was, there was so much blood currently engorging him, his hand felt like he'd hit a tree. "S- Seven! Fuck!"
"That's the idea," he told her seriously, "After all, that's what you want, right? Misbehaving because you think it'll get you attention from your Mistress and Master?"
"Yes," Pansy moaned, and squirmed beneath him.
Three more spanks, the next two not really on her butt, but on the upper part of the girl's creamy, thick thighs, and the last on the cheek he hadn't quite smacked as much, bringing them to an even four each.
"Shit, fuck! E- Eight, nine, t- Ten, Master! I'm sorry!"
Harry thought he heard an actual sob in there, and knew it was sincere... but he also knew Pansy wasn't saying 'sorry' for disobeying Hermione. She was saying it for how she had acted before, when Pansy had thought everything the witch and Harry stood for was idiotic at best.
His hips reared back, and he pushed his cock further down, rubbing the fat head along not just her mons, but the entire slick, glistening area between Pansy's legs. It even pushed her thighs apart a bit. "Oh... oh, no," she whimpered.
Harry fell forward next, his ass probably jutting up in a comical fashion, as he landed on his elbows over and around Pansy. He leaned down just a little to nibble the beautiful shell of her ear, "You can stop apologizing for being a cow whenever you want, Pansy. Hermione and I, and even Ron, all feel like you've paid those dues a dozen times over and more. But I know... I know you don't feel the same. So you do what you feel is best, my love. But I'm done punishing you... for now. Let me show you how I feel, hmm? A massage, wasn't it..."
His whole torso, more muscular than it had ever been though Harry knew he would always be a bit lean, slid down Pansy's back, his pectoral muscles, his shoulders, dragging and pressing into her. "I'm no expert either, but I..."
"Please, no, Harry," Pansy whimpered, "I... I love the massage, I do, but I... I need... please, I need it. If you aren't... if you aren't punishing me anymore, then..."
"What, Pansy?" he asked quietly as he slid forward again, caressing her lovely, smooth back with his body once more. "Tell me what you want."
"I want... I want it... inside... please, please, Harry..."
"In plain English, if you please," he whispered, and leaned down to nibble on her neck, blowing a bit of her short, raven-black hair aside to start suckling and nibbling. Yet another mark he would leave on her, though not as indelible as some.
"Fuck me, please! Shag my filthy cunt with that huge cock, Harry! Break me, break me open with it! Just shove it in and-OhmyGo~ooood!"
Harry hadn't been particularly rough, but he hadn't been gentle, either. His head had already been partially inside Pansy just from the sheer size of him, so it was a simple matter to push his pelvis forward, and sheath ten of the fourteen or so inches he was currently sporting straight to the very back of her vaginal channel. Smooth as it was in comparison to some girls he knew, Pansy's cunt was deliciously tight all the same, so much so that the first thing that came to Harry's mind as he tried to make sense of just how good it felt was Apparition.
Only the feeling of being squeezed through a too-small space like a straw wasn't all around his body, it was focused on just the turgid rod he had mostly buried inside the flesh of a warm, willing, young woman he loved dearly. "That's my good girl," he cooed, then leaned down to kiss the slowly-darkening spot of Pansy's new hicky. "Tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop, my love."
"Don't- don't dare," she murmured, sounding almost delirious, then shook herself, swallowed, and opened her eyes to glare at him for the first time from his position laying over her back, "If you pull out now I will be very cross, Potter. Just- just give me a minute to adjust. Merlin, you're so fucking big right now... let me adjust, then use that thing to ravage me, do you hear me? Ruin me for other men, not that I want any but you any more."
"Not even Ron?" he asked.
"H- He's okay," she admitted, blushing, "but... I don't l- l- I don't love him," Pansy finished with a whisper.
It made Harry laugh again quietly as he pushed an inch or so further in, making her gasp in turn. "I'm sure he'd be just heartbroken... he does love using that lovely arse you've got. But I understand, love. I do. He'll deal, he's got plenty of eager holes of his own, now, and if you want me to be the only one who ever fills you again, then that's alright. More than alright."
Another inch, and Pansy moaned. "Two more to go, love, and I'm all the way in... your cervix is gonna be sore for days, isn't it?"
"I love it," she sighed, "and yes, so sore. But... but maybe not... maybe not the only thing to fill me."
"Oh?"
Pansy swallowed loudly, and scrunched her eyes shut, then buried her face between her pillows. "I... Fleur and I have been t- talking, and... I w- want to try... that. Event- eventually. Maybe. One day."
"You want Lilith to shag you with her cock, you mean?"
Pansy squeaked as he slid in the last inch, pushing his pelvis against her round arse, until he was fully hilted, and his cock nudged the very back of her womb in a way it would be impossible for any normal person to do. "Y... Yes... maybe. I'm- I'm consider- ah..."
Harry had pulled out eight inches, brushing his thick head past her cervix in the other direction, until about half of her cunt was full to the brim, and the other suddenly aching, empty, desperately hungry for more. "I love how shy you are about this sort of thing," he chuckled, "when I'm a foot and more inside your lovely body. Brazen most of the time, and like this in bed? It's great. But you can do that, too. Maybe I'll let Iris come out to play, and Lilith and I can do you together like that. I know you like being double-penetrated."
"Ooh... yeeesssssss," Pansy sighed as he pushed back in.
Harry wasn't sure if it was the idea he'd just put in her head, or the pleasure, or both that made her do it, but in the end he decided it didn't really matter. What mattered was that he loved her, she loved him, they were together, and making each other feel ecstatic, astoundingly good.
"You know," he murmured after a few more strokes, "As good as you feel, I don't think I'm going to last too much longer like this. Do you want me to stay slow and gentle, or are you ready for me to go hard? I know that's what you're dying for."
"Ravage me," Pansy sighed, pushing her ass up into him eagerly.
"Your wish, my lady," he replied, and shoved in hard. The whole bed smacked against the wall, but Harry didn't care. He could perform the mending charm a dozen times or more if he wished, or simply buy her a new bed every day. Right then, all he was concerned about was their mutual pleasure, and bringing both what they needed.
So he pounded in and down, again and again, and even the tight friction of Pansy's too-small pussy on his gigantic rod began to lessen as her body adjusted a but more, lubricated itself to almost unimaginable levels, pushed on by her own Runes to accommodate her Dominant, her Master, her lover.
And Pansy screamed in bliss, the sound no doubt echoing even through the sound-proofed walls and halls, trapped in an endless stream of orgasms as Harry used her, treated her like she deserved to be treated: a queen, and a slave, all wrapped up into one gorgeous fuck-meat package.
Harry did, too, his voice deeper but no less a scream of ultimate pleasure as he climaxed, flooding her. Without softening, their mutual fluids slicking him, he shoved into her anus next... at least he'd adjusted to his normal size, he worried that shoving a four-inch-thick dick into anyone not-Lilith would actually cause damage. Pansy didn't care, though, she simply climaxed again, and again as he rutted, then flipped her over to fold her in half and fucked her asshole that way for a good twenty minutes before he finally decided it was time for a break, and made her belly swell with the torrent of semen he unleashed over another solid three minutes of mind-breaking pleasure.
It took nearly an hour for them to recover enough to speak. In that time, neither Harry nor Pansy could do more look over at the other as they cuddled on her cum-soaked bed, their bodies sweaty and intertwined. "Don't wait for me to come to you, love," he said quietly, the first words either had spoken in more than ninety minutes that wasn't a nearly incoherent grunt or moan. "If you're feeling lonely, you are very much allowed, even encouraged, to come to me. I can't be everywhere all at once, and there's a lot on my plate. I might miss signs. I did, and I do miss you. So you don't have to wait, okay?"
Pansy nodded quietly, then leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "I need a shower. Love you, Harry."
He smiled softly as she stood up, literally dripping with his semen between her legs, "Love you too, Pansy. Don't forget we've got to head into London for some shopping tomorrow."
Her eyes turned to him with some level of disgust that made him chuckle, at least before she reminded him, "Of course. You want us to spend a day shopping, and this was the morning you made sure I'll be walking funny for a few days, at least."
"Well, I do like to treat my ladies right," he laughed.