I didn't need to turn back to recognize the identity of the surprise visitor because of her very distinctive voice, which worked excellently, as I didn't want to miss the beautiful sight of Susan's nakedness, covered in massage oil, her legs parted in an invitation, impossible to close again as I stood between her legs. Her expression turned into shock as she looked at the door, but that didn't mean her burning arousal had drained already.
"What's going on!" called the visitor, her usual cold and dismissive voice tinged with anger.
"Hi, Daphne," I called, but not bothering to turn back, my attention still on Susan's body. "You're back early, anything I can help?"
"Malfoy, you dare!" she exclaimed, and even without looking, I knew that she had pulled her wand, pointing at me threateningly. I sighed as I deported the delicious position between Susan's inviting legs, and turned to face Daphne. However, despite her threatening pose, I didn't bother to pull my wand, or even try to explain my position. No, I just sat next to Susan, making sure my position fully display my erection. Something that hadn't been missed by Daphne if the shocked dip in her gaze was any indicator.
"How can I help you, Daphne?" I asked, just as I grabbed Susan's wrist gently to prevent her escaping in shame, as the blush that covered her whole body indicated, was a likely possibility.
From my lazy answer, Daphne must have understood that I had no intention of answering her intrusive questions, so she turned to Susan. "Explain!" she ordered.
"N-Nott attacked me again," she stammered as she did her best to hide her body in her naked state, her legs crossed to hide her core, while one of her arms raised to her chest to hide her breasts rather ineffectively -the other still occupied by my soft grip. "T-then, Draco saved me again…" she added as quick as she could manage under Daphne's sharpening expression, leaning against my arm as she explained, subconsciously searching my protection.
I had to admire Daphne's political awareness. She might have reacted with a rare display of emotions, but she was also quick to categorize Susan's body language and understood that I wasn't forcing her to this. If I were to do so, Susan would have avoided me, especially after such a close shave with Nott and his rabble of supporters. "I see," she murmured, and turned, about to leave the room. Susan let out a relaxed sigh, her arm starting to drop.
"Stop!" I called, and both girls stiffened.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Daphne said, still facing toward the door.
"Yes," I said. "Since you're already here, we should talk about how to progress next. Why don't you sit and explain your ideas to me."
Once again, Daphne proved her awareness by turning to face me without a complaint, her expression steely. I smirked, wordlessly confirming that it was her punishment for insulting me and daring to draw a wand on me. "I see," she murmured coldly, and walked toward the nearest armchair, one with a direct view of the scene. Of course, I had no doubt that without the news of another overwhelming victory, clinching my political power as well as proving my magical capabilities, there was no way Daphne would have followed that command, but she was smart enough to realize the implications of the power structure.
Though, her confusion over the scene, and Susan's clear arousal, likely helped.
Susan stood up disappointedly, misunderstanding my intentions completely. Rather than explaining, I pulled her on my lap, inches away from my erection. "Where are you going, sweetie?" I whispered to her ear.
"But…" Susan stammered, her shock intensifying further. "The talk…"
"No worries. Daphne is a big girl. I'm sure she can handle this," I said, before turning to Daphne, and asked in a patronizing tone. "You can handle it, can't you, sweetheart?"
A stiff nod was all the answer I was able to extract, but it was enough. "You see," I said to Susan even as I grabbed her leg and pulled, so that her legs were on both sides of me, with her entrance waiting for my invasion. The position was small mercy to Susan, because it allowed her to bury her face to the nook of my neck, freeing her from looking at Daphne's face.
"So, what do you think our next step should be?" I asked Daphne even as I grabbed Susan's ass with both hands, squeezing and squashing her plump yet firm flesh, all it took was a sharp pull to skewer her along my length, her oil-covered tits pressing against my chest.
"It's a tough position…" Daphne started, but it was clear to see that it was just a filler sentence as she tried to recover her calm. Daphne might be cold and calculating, but even for her, asking her to calmly dissect the political situation of the school while I fucked her friend -for a given value of friend considering Daphne's usual attitude, but a friend nonetheless- in front of her in our shared space, while being outrageous enough to ask questions in the middle of it. The subtle blush on her usually cold face was rather cute, enough to tempt me to repeat the exact scenario later on.
While Daphne ran through her lengthy yet useless explanation, I tightened my grip on Susan's hips and pulled her deeper, until my full length was snugly inside Susan, her cries loud enough to interrupt Daphne's explanation. Despite her play with the dildo, she was clearly inexperienced when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, something I was determined to use to its limits.
With my tight grip on her ass, I was basically leading her performance like a conductor without even moving my own hips. I forced her to raise her hips, only to pull her down even harder, making her eyes roll back as the pleasure hit her like a runaway truck, the earlier teasing not exactly helping her to contain herself. Still, despite her earth-shattering moan, it was just a start. I immediately got faster with the next repeat, and after a few iterations, she was jumping on my cock without prompting as a woman possessed.
As her moans intensified enough to blanket Daphne's explanation completely, I met her cold eyes, only to send her a smug smile. This time, she blushed even harder, her eyes slipping toward the fateful point where my cock repeatedly disappeared in Susan's depths despite her best efforts to keep her gaze on my face.
"Do you think we should handle the interim headmaster?" I asked Daphne even as I moved my hands to Susan's tits now that she was enthusiastically jumping up and down on my lap as she searched for the climax, making their presence rather unnecessary. I had an ulterior aim for the change, though squeezing Susan's tits didn't require an excuse. They were like works of art, fascinating no matter how much time had passed.
My ulterior aim was to force Susan to lean back, so that her head left its comfortable nook. While Daphne shared her opinion about Carrows and how best to handle them, I focused on Susan's beautiful lips. Mine covered hers as I used the opportunity to slip my tongue in her mouth, ravaging it mercilessly, almost like I was trying to reach her throat. She took it obediently.
Susan moaned with desperation as she sank even deeper, my cock knocking her womb repeatedly like a ram, the sound of our flesh colliding filling the room.
Even with magic, some things were impossible, and denying the tight hug of the rose of Hufflepuffs while she jumped up and down furiously on my lap, moaning hard enough to temporarily deafen me was definitely one of those. She finally triggered me as Daphne neared the end of her explanation, my cock throbbing and twitching as I filled her insides to the brim, which triggered a climax of her own.
"Those are nice ideas," I said Daphne as Susan buried her head on my neck once more, this time trying to stay conscious rather than avoiding Daphne's gaze. Her sensitivity, combined with her already aroused state made an explosive combination. I let her rest against my chest while I continued to grill Daphne about school politics despite her increasing distraction. "What do you think about aligning with the other houses."
"M-maybe," Daphne stuttered, doing her best to convince me that she wasn't looking at the viscous liquid slowly oozing out of Susan's slit, or the way her ass continued to clench. Just to give Daphne a better view, I brought one of my hands back to Susan's ass, pulling and mauling as I lifted her ass.
"We should be able to trigger Gryffindors to bring their usual pranks to the next level, maybe to the point of lethality," I suggested. "It shouldn't be too hard to galvanize a bunch of hotheads against two sadistic Death Eaters with a departure of torture spells bigger than their common sense."
"What if they tell the Dark Lord?" Daphne asked. "Wouldn't it backfire, then?"
It wasn't the insightful question I would have expected Daphne to ask, but I decided to cut some slack. After all, with her reputation as the Ice Queen, she was rather unfamiliar to the carnal side of the relationships -or any relationship- and Susan's enthusiastic moans even after the climax clearly wasn't making it any easier for her. "If you were a Death Eater looking to elevate position with the Headmaster absent, would you go back crying to the Dark Lord, asking for help? Even bringing other Death Eaters to the mixture is a risk, as ultimately they might lose the idea."
Daphne nodded. "That might work if we can limit the attention on us-" she started, only for her explanation to be cut short as I raised my finger.
However, rather than adding anything to the spanked Susan's ass. "That's enough sleeping, sweetheart. It's time to go back to your maid duties," I said. She managed to pull herself on her feet despite her trembling legs, but both girls were looking at me in shock, not expecting the sudden change. I was more than happy to enlighten them about the duties of a maid. "Clean it well," I ordered her, pointing at my crotch.
Susan proved to be a quicker study than Daphne -who was looking at my crotch in an overwhelming daze, fascinated by my full erection, still glistening Susan's juices- and fell on her knees, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock. She clearly had some sexual experience, as she didn't hesitate before capturing the crown between her lips, swallowing half of it with a smooth move.
"You can continue," I said to Daphne even as I put my hand through Susan's beautiful auburn hair, forcing her to swallow more of my shaft. She did that obediently despite unable to keep her gagging under control, suggesting that it might be the first time she was trying that particular aspect of the challenge.
"I was saying…" Daphne murmured, shaking her head to calm her mind, unable to process the scene, which was getting more and more surreal as the time passed. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I was saying that galvanizing Gryffindors might work. They don't have the twins anymore, it might work to our benefit. Finnigan is famous for his fireworks, and those could be much more deadly with the slightest meddling. Just one out-of-control prank to Carrows, and they would cut all the pretense of fairness."
"And as an added bonus, McGonagall would need to take steps to protect her lions, making the situation even more complicated. Excellent idea," I said. "Can you handle it, or should I be involved?" I added, which was another way to underline my power -not that under the circumstances, it was necessary. At this moment, we weren't discussing it as something even close to being equal. No, I was ordering her, and she was going to follow. There was nothing else.
To make things fun, Daphne had no choice but to agree, even as I was outrageous enough to fuck her friend-servant in front of her, because even with that, I was by far the best option. At least, I was fucking Susan as a reward for saving her after clearly seducing her, rather than forcing her like Nott would have done. Daphne was a smart girl, smart enough to realize I would have her in the same position sooner or later, but still, unless a miracle happened, it would end up the same position in Susan, sooner or later.
"Should I start working on it immediately?" Daphne asked, her tone tinged in defeat, once again proving that she was the smartest Slytherin in the school -well, before my transmigration, at least.
I would have let her go, but first, I wanted to test the limits of her understanding of her new position. "Sure, but before you go, why don't you help Susan a bit. She's clearly having trouble swallowing the last couple of inches, and they should be as clean as the rest of it."
"You want me to-" Daphne gasped in anger. "You want me to do that!" she continued, outraged as she jumped on her feet.
I sighed, well-aware that it was too early to ask Daphne to do something like that. She still needed some time to acclimate to my way of doing business. "Calm your tits!" I ordered her. "I just want you to help me push Susan's head down. She'll do the rest," I said, before slapping Susan's amazing breast. "Won't you, slut."
With her mouth full, uttering words were temporarily outside of Susan's capabilities, but she moaned enthusiastically, with a tone that left no doubt about the positivity of her outlook. Whether it was the effects of the adrenaline, her developing hero-worship, or sheer pleasure she was deriving from the act, she was clearly enthusiastic about the next step, which was something to be celebrated.
With her spectacularly curvy body, Susan was made for sex. It would have been a pity if she wasn't enjoying the act…
And Daphne seemed to realize that particular fact as well, because, despite her reluctance, she stood up, and walked steadily until she stood behind Susan, her hands taking the place of mine. She said nothing before pushing down Susan's head mercilessly, forcing her to gag in shock as she found her throat filled with my cock.
To my surprise, despite her initial reluctance, Daphne was like a machine once she started, pushing and pulling as her grip tightened around Susan's beautiful hair, ignoring Susan's moans of distress. Only when I noticed her cruel smile, I realized Daphne was using the opportunity to bleed the anger and frustration generated by my effective coup.
I said nothing to stop her, as watching the frosty blonde forcing a feisty redhead on my cock as she tried to bleed her frustrations was a spectacular experience from my end. The only thing that would have made it better was Daphne wearing a set of leather clothing, and occasionally slapping Susan's ass in punishment. Even better was Daphne's growing arousal, clearly enjoying the sense of control it gave her.
It was something to be delved into later on…
Barely a couple of minutes later, I was on the edge of another climax, so I gestured Daphne to stop, and pulled out my cock. For another girl, filling the throat was an option, but Susan's beautiful tits deserved unique attention. Daphne watched, unable to hide her morbid fascination as I covered Susan's chest with my spunk, so much that I was suspected some accidental magic was playing a role…
Then, I stood up like nothing of importance had happened, and patted Daphne's chest. "Why don't you go and handle those Gryffindors while Susan fixes the mess," I said before going to my own room, leaving two sexy, but very confused, witches behind…