Over two weeks had passed since Harry's proposal to Narcissa and the woman had yet to reach out to him. He did not let it bother him though, nor did he mind the time she was taking. He knew it was imminent that she would contact him, particularly when the presence of Voldemort would keep getting more cumbersome.
The dark idiot had been living in Malfoy Manor for quite a while, using it as his personal playground to conjure up his evil plans or carry out any torture or killing he wanted. It was bound to start affecting her shortly.
Since the funeral, Harry had started to devote himself back to his magical training that had been severely neglected. He knew he did not need it considering Maria had made him too overpowered when she sent him here, but he wanted to take every opportunity to marvel at this gift of magic that he had been bestowed upon by his patron deity. He hoped she was getting adequate entertainment.
'I won't mind if you give me more.'
Her voice in his mind made him chuckle. It seemed he needed to stir some shit up, and whenever he thought of that, only one notion came to his mind.
Destroying something that happened in the original timeline and tweaking it to suit his needs. He had already done a lot of it so far, from the early destruction of the Horcruxes to everything he had done to further this plan of conquering Britain. After all, the original Harry had never gotten involved with any of the women he had.
Still, stirring more shit up meant tweaking some significant event that happened in the original timeline, and it made him start to wonder what he could do. There were a few ideas he could try out.
He could save Dumbledore from the doomed fate that awaited him, but he was reluctant. He knew the Order had to die out for his goal to succeed, and Dumbledore would never let him forge a kingdom out of Wizarding Britain. Saving him was out of the question.
He'd also had this errant thought of somehow sparing Voldemort's life before he quickly squashed that idea with a laugh. There was no way Voldemort could be redeemed and he was too dangerous an enemy to keep alive. His Horcruxes were on the verge of being destroyed and once he got around to managing that, the dark fart's days were even more numbered.
That left him with only one venture to go ahead with. At least that was all he could think of. To keep his patron deity entertained, he had no choice but to prevent the beautiful ladies of this world from being with those they had ended up with in the original timeline. It seemed he would have to make that noble sacrifice since he knew that would entertain Maria to no end, the pervert.
'I heard that. And what a noble sacrifice it is.'
Harry snorted at her sarcastic tone. He was currently lying in his bed in Greengrass Manor, and the naked bodies around him made him smile. Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria had been ecstatic when he had arrived the previous night after having promised them that he would visit and they had shown no restraint in showing him just how much he had been missed. He had to admit that his manhood still felt a bit sore from all the orgasms he had reached the previous night.
He had obviously told them about Nym's inclusion and how she was going to be one of the queens. His Daphne had only expressed her desire to get to know the woman who would one day be her sister-wife better, and Harry had simply smirked. He knew his closet deviant would love the metamorph.
"Is it morning already?"
Talk of the succubus, he thought, glancing down to see his lovely blonde girlfriend staring up at him with a sleepy smile. The duvet fell off her shoulders, showcasing her perfect round tits in all their glory as she lay over his front and rested her chin on his chest, smiling at him.
"Already? Wasn't last night long enough for you?" Harry asked with a chuckle as he stroked her naked spine, making her shudder.
"Seemed to pass quite quickly for all of us," she replied and Harry spotted Tracey and Astoria also stirring awake.
"Well, it was quite a long night for me. Must say, you three are insatiable," he replied, smiling as they preened. These three were a lot alike in some aspects.
"And you love us the way we are," Astoria retorted smugly as she pressed herself firmly to his left.
"That I definitely do," he chuckled.
"And it has nothing to do with these babies, huh?" Tracey teased, trapping his right arm between her large tits and pressing them around it. Harry smirked.
"Those are significant contributing factors indeed," he smiled. The brunette shook her head.
"It isn't as if you're any less satiable," Daphne grinned. "I seem to recall how you were so eager to keep going even after cumming so many times."
"I was aroused alright," he defended. "Can you three seriously blame me when you have bodies made for sin?"
"Oh? Sinners now, are we?" Astoria asked coyly. Harry simply raised an eyebrow, as if asking 'Is there any doubt about that?' The girls looked at each other and giggled.
"Alright, we did quite a number on you. We get that," Daphne replied, still giggling. "But don't you dare think you're getting off easy, mister."
Harry felt her reach behind her and grab his already hard prick. As she lined it up against her rear door, Harry chuckled, "We better be quick then. Evelyn must be up and waiting for us to come down. Won't want to give her a show now, eh?"
"You have three young nubile women eager to give themselves to you and you're thinking about their mother?" Daphne asked with a breathless gasp as she straddled his lap and buried his entire length inside her. "Makes one think you'd rather be fucking the mother instead."
Harry groaned at the feeling of her impossible tightness around his girth and he reached around to grasp her perky rear. His fingers sank into the supple softness of her curvaceous ass as he started to slowly thrust inside her. Meanwhile, Astoria and Tracey began to swirl their tongues around each of his nipples, making him shiver.
"Fuck you're tight," he groaned. It was obvious to him since the last time he had been at Greengrass Manor that Evelyn Greengrass was very much willing to give herself to him. He wondered how these three would react if they knew. Daphne would probably be shocked and confused as to how she was supposed to react. However, he believed Astoria and Tracey would be very eager, thinking that the idea was too hot.
Incest was not something he had ever thought about, but when he and Nym had fucked in the bathroom a few weeks ago and she had gotten so hot at the thought of fucking Narcissa with him, he had started wondering about the possibilities. That thought had further solidified when he had been with these three lovely women the previous night and he saw Daphne and her sister lose themselves to their shared passion. They had eagerly played with each other during their fucking session with their man, and he had seen how Daphne's inhibitions had all come undone. She found she loved being with her sister so intimately, and he wondered whether the thought of doing it with her mother would make her feel as aroused and excited.
Because it did make him very much aroused and excited. When she involved her mother in their dirty talk, he had observed that he always reacted more positively while they fucked. He did indeed find Evelyn to be an irresistible woman and aroused as he was, he began to thrust even more furiously inside her ass. He wanted so badly to be inside her pussy but the bloody engagement was not official yet, and as such, anal was the most they could do.
Not that it did not feel good, but he wanted to claim her in every way imaginable. He was hopeful that things would progress faster now that he was here.
He had let Tori and Tracey have more time with him the previous night. Tori had been left unfulfilled the last time because he had to leave and Tracey had barely spent time with him. That meant his dear Daphne had him to herself this morning and he could see she was going to take full advantage of it.
Kissing him always came naturally to her and as their lips caressed each other hotly, Daphne could not help but feel fulfilled. Her toes curled and she moaned out loud as her sister and the other woman who was all but her sister started to stimulate her clit.
"Cum for him, Daph," Tracey said sensuously as Astoria got up and went behind her sister. One hand kept rubbing her clit furiously while the other reached up to grab one of her bouncing tits.
"Merlin what I wouldn't give for one of these babies," she said erotically as she squeezed her sister's large tits.
"Your tits are very nice too, Tori," Harry said in a breathless whisper, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly. He had cum so many times the previous night that he had long lost count and yet he was close to cumming again.
"Thank you, baby," the brunette grinned. "But these are something else."
Harry had to agree. Daphne's were the best tits he had laid eyes on to date, and they felt perfect. Yet he held back from ever comparing. He cared for all the women in his life, no matter who they were.
His eyes widened when he felt her ass grip his cock tightly and he looked up to see her cry out in pleasure. His lower abdomen was awash with her orgasmic juices as Daphne's thunderous orgasm crashed through her. The sight of absolute eroticism was further enhanced when Astoria turned her sister's face to the side and planted her lips on hers, kissing her furiously. Daphne was only too eager to prove why she was the primary and such a sexual deviant in the bedroom as she quickly took control of the kiss, surprising her sister who could only follow.
That was enough for him to come undone and he released the entirety of his load inside her, filling her bowels with his hot cum. As Daphne pulled back from the incestuous kiss with her sister, breathing heavily, she felt his cock slither out of her ass. His seed followed its path and trickled out of her.
"Well, looks like you made quite a mess of me once again," Harry remarked with a fond chuckle and Daphne looked at him. "Wanna help me clean up, you three? I promise I'll happily return the favor."
The three young women exchanged mirthful looks with each other at his remark.
"No wonder, Loverboy," Tracey giggled.
With a final kiss each, they got off the bed and padded over to the bathroom of his room in the manor, naked. Harry's eyes moved from one pair of jiggling ass-cheeks to the other as they bounced erotically.
"Come in whenever you want, dear," Daphne said sultrily, emphasizing the word of endearment, knowing how much he liked it. They giggled when he gave them a silly grin.
"Oh Maria I love this life," he whispered reverently. His grin widened when he heard a feminine giggle in his mind.
XXXXX
They took over an hour in the shower and by the time they were done, all were visibly satisfied. All smiles, they strode through the corridor together and walked down the stairs.
Their sexual satisfaction was evident to Evelyn who failed to hide her disappointment at the fact that she had not been one of them. However, she quickly schooled her features when they came closer and smiled at them when they reached her.
"Had a good night?" She asked politely, earning content smiles from the quartet. It did nothing but fill her with even more longing.
"Very much so," Harry replied, grinning. Evelyn managed a small chuckle.
"I'm glad you could join us so soon, Harry. There are a couple of things we should take care of without any delay," the blonde said. Harry nodded. He had told her that he would be happy to be the secret keeper to their Fidelius and although she had gotten the wards strengthened considerably, having a Fidelius would be even better.
Furthermore, it was finally time to finalize his engagement with Daphne. It was something both had been eagerly waiting for. Evelyn had wanted to get it done a couple of weeks ago but circumstances prevented them from getting over with the little formality. Still, better late than never.
Harry had already seen two thick folders which he assumed were the agreements for them to sign and he reached forward, picking up the one closest to him.
It was indeed the agreement for him to marry Daphne and as he looked over at the terms written therein, he found them perfectly in line with what he had thought of. He was genuinely impressed that not even a wording was out of line. Once he was content with it, he slid it over to Daphne who looked at him in surprise.
"Check it out and see if you want to make any alterations," he said with a small smile. Daphne beamed at him while the other three women looked on approvingly.
"All is good," she said when she was done, and without any delay whatsoever, she sighed it with a Blood Quill. Harry took the quill from her and signed where he was supposed to. Evelyn's signature was already in place and the folder glowed as the contract took effect instantly.
"Both your magic will slowly start to adjust," Evelyn said with a bright smile. "To make you the perfect pair for yourselves. As long as you are devoted to your marriage vows and do nothing to betray each other, nothing would be able to tear you apart."
Harry nodded, smiling when Daphne leaned against him and wrapped her arm around his waist. He pulled her closer.
"You have my word, Evelyn. I'll treasure her, always."
"I expect nothing less, Harry," she smiled proudly. No matter what her feelings might be, the mother in her was indeed proud that her daughter was going to marry someone like him. She knew he would shower her with all the love, care, and respect that her daughter would ever want and more.
She wiped an errant teardrop and put the folder to the side. She picked up the second folder and held it out for him.
"This is the concubine agreement between Astoria, Tracey, and you," she said softly. The two brunettes looked much more interested in this as they leaned forward from their spot beside Daphne to look at the contract. "It is a standard agreement that has been followed for ages, even though those have gone out of usual practice in the past few decades."
Harry nodded and leafed through the folder, curious as to what a concubine contract actually entailed. The more he read, the more his eyes widened and he looked over at Tracey and Astoria who had been looking at it while leaning against Daphne. He suppressed a chuckle at his fiancé's disgruntled look.
"You two okay with all these… restrictions?" He asked slowly.
Tracey held her hand out and Harry gave her the folder so that she could properly look it over. Meanwhile, he turned toward Evelyn with a raised eyebrow. She simply gave him a small smile.
"That is the usual template available. We can certainly make any changes you might want," she replied.
The contract was indeed restrictive. The first and foremost condition was that any children he would have with them would have no part in the line of succession. Furthermore, they would never try to surpass the authority of his wife or wives, as the case might be. It was nothing but drawing the firm line of difference between a mistress and a wife.
However, what he was most skeptical about was the fact that the contract curbed their independence significantly. They could not do anything without his permission since anything they did would have direct repercussions for his family lines, and concubines had to adhere to a strict rule of action to ensure their lord never had to face any distress owing to their actions.
It meant they had to take his approval in matters of clothing, occupation, education, and overall social conduct.
Harry had no idea concubines were held to such a high degree of scrutiny and he had to admit he was reluctant to agree to such strict conditions.
However, he was surprised when both Tracey and Astoria smiled at him and nodded.
"Seriously!?" He asked in genuine shock. He could never imagine giving up so much of his freedom for any reason, and they were ready to do it all just for the sake of being with him. "You know we do have the option to modify these terms, right?"
"Tell us, Harry," the younger brunette began with a smile. "Does it really matter what's written in a contract?"
"We know you will never do something that would upset us. You are not the type of person who would do anything to harm us or abuse your power," Tracey said softly.
"This is to show you that we trust you beyond anything," Astoria smiled.
Harry could only shake his head in disbelief at how their mind worked.
"While that's all well and good, and no matter how much I appreciate this trust you have in me, it won't be right if so many restrictions are put in the contract. We will get rid of all the useless crap," he said firmly.
They simply shrugged.
Harry rolled his eyes and looked over at Evelyn. He handed the contract over to her and they fished out the details. Once he was satisfied with the terms, they signed the contract and watched as it flashed.
"And it's finally done," he said before he looked at Evelyn expectantly. "We should get started on the Fidelius now. It would take us a few hours to get it done."
"We'll prepare the lunch while you two are at it then," Daphne said. Harry looked at her in surprise.
"You can cook?"
"Why do you sound so surprised?" She asked with a pout. "I'm very good at it too. So are they."
Harry raised his hands and smiled.
"Alright, I'll take your word for it."
"No need," Tracey declared as she stood up and pulled the sisters to their feet. "You can decide after you eat."
"I look forward to it then," Harry said with a warm smile, making her flush slightly. With a curt nod, she walked away followed by the pair of sisters who rolled their eyes.
"Too dramatic, that one," Evelyn remarked as she stood up and Harry looked over at her. She glanced at him and smiled. "Let's go then."
Nodding, Harry stood up and gestured for her to lead the way. Evelyn smirked and began walking. Harry followed a few steps behind her, making sure to let his eyes feast on her supple rear as it swayed inside her tight witches' robe. He had not missed how it hugged her curves, showcasing her womanly figure perfectly, and he knew the reason.
Having already discerned that she had the hots for him, he knew he only had to make a move and she would fall in his lap. However, he found himself holding back. It was more fun to play with her for a while. After all, they were going nowhere, and he was sure they would have a lot of fun during the tease.
'You got that right.'
Harry chuckled.
Indeed, Maria. I got that right indeed, he thought.
"Something funny?" Evelyn asked without turning around.
"Nothing. Just recalled Tracey's dramatic behavior."
Evelyn chuckled and shook her head.
XXXXX
"You mind if I check the wards?" Harry asked when they reached the main wardstone, taking her by surprise.
"You're that good?"
She knew he was more capable than your average wizard but warding was a different beast altogether.
"You already know I can cast the Fidelius. Why does this surprise you?" He asked with a small smile as he walked closer.
"Point," she said after a moment of silence. "Go on then."
Harry nodded and brandished his wand. For the first time, Evelyn noticed it and she paid particular attention to how unique it looked. It was longer than an average wand with multiple beads over its surface. Intricate runic engravings covered the exterior of the wand and the tip was way narrower than most. It was perhaps the most peculiar one she had ever laid eyes on.
She did not disturb him as he waved his wand over the wardstone with his eyes closed and his lips moving gently as he recited the enchantments. She did, however, rake her eyes over his masculine frame and could not help biting her lower lip softly in admiration. Her girls were truly lucky to have this man in their lives and she was sure they would have a great life ahead with him. If only…
Evelyn was jolted out of her thoughts when Harry opened his eyes and turned toward her. She schooled her features and smiled at him.
"You've done a brilliant job over this," he said honestly and Evelyn could not help but preen at the praise. She had an Outstanding in Runes, Charms, and Arithmancy – subjects that were essential for any warder to have expertise in. She believed she would have joined Gringotts as a warder if she had not been married in a pureblood household. Sadly, her career took a backseat once she got married and she had never given it much thought afterward.
She expressed as much to him and he frowned.
"Well, nothing's holding you back from going ahead with it, right? Why don't you join Gringotts now? I'm sure they would love to have someone with your abilities join their team."
Evelyn looked thoughtful for a moment before she shook her head with a small smile.
"I don't think the current climate is suitable for me to go out for work," she replied. "Warding was a passion that I left behind long ago, and it isn't as if we are lacking financially. I can practice it on my own as I've been doing for a few years now."
"Their loss then," Harry replied with a chuckle. Evelyn smiled.
"Your wand is very unique, I have to say," she remarked, looking at the wand he was loosely holding by his side. "I can't say I've ever seen one like it."
"I don't recall ever showing you my wand, Evelyn," he said with a mischievous grin. Evelyn blinked and watched as he tilted his pelvis slightly, pushing his waist an inch forward. A brilliant flush lit up her face as the memories of the last night he had been at the manor resurfaced in her mind. The feeling of his erection pressed tightly against her rear and womanhood while they were under that cloak of his was unforgettable.
Harry chuckled at the look on her face and Evelyn reached forward to swat his chest. Laughing, he caught her hands in his and watched as she struggled, desperately trying to hide her blushing face from his line of sight.
"Making lewd jokes with your soon-to-be mother-in-law, Harry?" She chided as she gave up, his grip too strong for her to overcome. Harry grinned and held her by her arms against his front. She looked up at him, their faces inches apart as she breathed heavily, and her eyes involuntarily fell on his utterly kissable lips.
Harry watched in amusement as her eyes clouded with lust and she began to lean upward. Like the teasing asshole he was, he relinquished his hold on her upper arms just when her face was within an inch of his.
Surprised, Evelyn stared at him and her eyes widened. Desperately, she looked away from him and tried to suppress the feeling of a knot tightening in her stomach. Merlin, she felt like a schoolgirl in the company of her first crush. It was so unlike her to be so openly out of control in someone's presence. She needed to do better.
Clearing her throat, she turned back toward him, making sure she was not staring at his face. She knew he had that smug look on and she had no interest in it.
"About my wand," he said with a snort, making her flush again.
"Could you stop with your silly jokes?" She managed to somehow keep an even voice. He simply chuckled obnoxiously. "I had no idea you could be so insufferable."
"You still know very little about me, Evelyn. Wait till you've seen all of me and then you can make a good judgment," he replied, voice dripping with innuendo which she did not fail to understand. She gripped the sides of her robes firmly in her fists, forcing away the images his words ignited in her mind.
However, a part of her was slowly getting madder by the second. He had some gall to try and tease her like this. She knew he was having a lot of fun and seeing how he was not reacting at all to her attire also frustrated her.
She believed she was a beautiful woman and it should be her who should be making him flustered. She was much older than him and more experienced, for Merlin's sake! However, he was happily poking fun at her while not even sparing her cleavage a glance. This demanded a response from her. If he could tease her like this, then she would not hesitate either.
"Should we get started on the Fidelius?" His sudden remark cleared her mind and she looked at him. He was still smirking smugly and she noticed how he never strayed his gaze away from her face. She had worn this tight robe specifically to feel his eyes on her and yet he was expertly ignoring it.
"Yes, we should," she replied curtly and walked forward, leaving him to follow once again. She put more emphasis on the sway of her hips and was confident that he was watching her rear as it shook about hypnotically. However, when she glanced behind her to look at him, all she found was him looking around nonchalantly with a smile. Her teeth gritted in frustration.
"We're here," she said and Harry looked over. They were in a large hall that was right in the middle of the property – the perfect place to cast the Fidelius from. It was richly decorated with expensive tapestries and there was a massive chandelier hanging off the wall, showering the hall in bright golden light. The walls were painted a shade of light gold. It reeked of opulence.
"Nice," he commented, looking around. Evelyn gave him a tight smile.
"Thanks. You should go stand in the middle of that circle," she instructed. Harry looked over and chuckled.
"Oh, you created the sequence in advance," he remarked, staring at the runic engravings on the floor.
Evelyn watched as he walked over and stood right in the middle of the runic circle and brandished his wand once again. She cleared her throat and saw him looking at her with the same polite smile.
That annoying bastard, she thought.
Without even bothering to acknowledge him, she pushed her hand inside her cleavage and made an elaborate show of fishing her wand out from between her tits. All the while, she kept looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She was affronted at the disinterest he showed, looking around without even sparing her a glance.
Her eyes bugged out in shock at this. She had turned heads whenever she went out and she had felt him react to her back when he was here. She had noticed him appreciate her. He had even said he would take care of matters when he came over next, right when he had given her that intimate hug. However, now that she saw these reactions, she started to doubt whether he truly meant what she had perceived his words or actions as. Did he truly mean he would take care of the contracts and not what she had thought?
It felt disappointing and it was insulting to see how little he was reacting to her. She knew he was a very hormonal male with a high libido. The sounds she had heard the previous night from his room when she had been walking around were enough to clue her into the fact that he was quite active and enthusiastic when it came to sex.
However, when it came to her, it seemed he had none of those thoughts. Did she seriously misunderstand his intentions the last time he was here? Did she really look too much into whatever signals she had perceived from him? She did not know, and the doubts frustrated her.
Despite the sudden influx of misgivings that started to fill her mind, her pride reigned supreme. Here she was – one of the most beautiful women he must've ever seen – showing herself off like this, and yet he had no glance to spare. It was unquestionably insolent of him.
She had been having reservations previously as to whether she should try anything with him considering he was to be married to her daughter. She had been suppressing her desires actively even though she did start to dress more provocatively than she had ever done to coax a reaction out of him. However, now, that niggling doubt had been overshadowed by the desire of the prideful woman inside her – one who wanted this man to see her, to hold her, to do whatever he wanted to her, and much more.
Schooling her expression into a more neutral one, Evelyn held her wand aloft and joined him in a runic circle barely a foot away from him. With a nod, they began to chant and she felt the surge of magic building around them. It would take a few hours to channel all the magic they needed to power up the charm.
As Evelyn looked at Harry, successfully noticing how he looked perfectly at ease, she resolved to get back at him for both his disinterest and his insolent teasing. Her pride would be mollified by nothing less.
She knew that he was marrying her daughter and would be having the other two as his mistresses. She knew it was not right to think of her future son-in-law like that, or even want him to look at her with those eyes, but it took only a sudden refresh of her memory to knock sense back into her.
She had decided and she was going to go ahead with it. The time for doubting her actions was over.
Meanwhile, Harry had been watching in amusement as contrasting emotions crossed Evelyn's face whenever she tried something and failed to incite any response from him. He was not an idiot. He knew what she was trying to do, but there was no way he was letting go of all the fun he was having when teasing her like this.
So far, he had done nothing explicit. Anything that he had done could be easily explained away and no one would be the wiser.
It was exciting to push her buttons like this. Evelyn, so far, had been content with simply taking baby steps. She had done nothing concrete until now. That needed to change. After all, he too wanted to see some solid efforts from her. These half-arsed games of flouting her curves or trying to attract his eyes were worth nothing anymore. She needed to do better.
Perhaps his little teasing sessions would make her frustrated enough to do something bolder. Perhaps not. Either way, he knew he would be having a lot of fun.
To be continued…
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