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February's 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Susan/Astoria - Our New Pet
🕑 Added 2024-02-29 16:59:00 +0000 UTCIt had been nearly five years since Harry had last been at Malfoy Manor. Narcissa had invited him over after the trial that had spared Draco from spending years in Azkaban in order to thank him for his testimony. Truthfully, the only reason Harry had testified had been Draco’s last minute actions in support of Harry and how Narcissa had aided him too. He had mostly done it to repay Narcissa, and she’d been effusive with her gratitude. Draco, on the other hand, had been sulky and petulant the entire lunch. Harry had chalked it up to him dealing with his father being sent back to Azkaban and all of his friends either abandoning him or being locked up in Azkaban themselves.
He should have known that Draco hadn’t really changed for the better. It’d been a one-time deed that he’d eventually come to regret, but it would be a long time before Harry learnt that.
In the years since then, Harry’s work as an Auror had been simply wonderful. He was able to help cleanse Britain of the remaining Death Eaters and to then focus more on dealing with any other dark witches and wizards who cropped up every few months. Most of them were small time problems, but he was the department’s go-to dark-wizard catcher, so these jobs were left up to him.
He was the youngest Senior Auror in history thanks to his effective work, and that allowed him to have a small team to support him. He had a lovely secretary, Lavender Brown, who was unable to find work anywhere else due to the scars from Fenrir Greyback on her face, and she handled all of his appointments, scheduled meetings and press events, and generally made his work life easier. Though he’d been allowed up to having three Aurors working under him, Harry had only needed one.
Susan Potter, née Bones, was the love of his life and a damn fine Auror. They’d been classmates back at Hogwarts, she’d been a member of the D.A. under him, and she’d been one of the very first people from their year to sign up to the Auror Department alongside him. Their trainee year often saw them paired together on missions, and it wasn’t long before a romance blossomed between them. Things had only improved since then, and they’d been married for the last two years now. Even though he was technically her superior, he treated her more like his peer on the job, and that had helped her agree to work under him on his team.
Once they finally began working together in earnest hunting down dark witches and wizards, they’d made an even bigger name for themselves within the department than Harry had just by himself. Their case-completion rate had increased by over 60% and their proactive nature had helped them nip several cases in the bud before they could really become a far bigger problem than they already were.
A couple of months ago, Susan had received a tip from Ernie Macmillan, a fellow Hufflepuff in her year, that he’d heard vague rumours about a new plot to murder Harry Potter, the vanquisher of Voldemort. Naturally, that wasn’t big news; every single dark witch and wizard that cropped up in Britain always set their sights on killing the hero who’d vanquished Voldemort, but Ernie insisted that this time was different.
So, Harry and Susan had begun investigating the case themselves, and to their mutual surprise, they managed to track down an illegal shipment of explosives disguised as a batch of fireworks just as it arrived at a magical British port for processing. The woman set to collect the package was just a temporary carrier and not the intended recipient, so Harry and Susan let her collect the package rather than arrest her right then and there. They’d followed her apparation into Knockturn Alley and then watched her hand deliver the package to Draco Malfoy.
Watching the transaction take place had surprised Harry. Since the war, Draco had been nothing but an upstanding citizen. He’d received numerous compliments through the Daily Prophet and in the Wizengamot that he’d been a star example of how to successfully reform wrongdoers, and Draco had lapped it all up. Even Harry, who’d been cautiously optimistic about Draco’s progress after the war, had never heard so much as a whisper that he was up to anything nefarious. But now he knew that something was afoot.
It was only a few hours later that they successfully obtained a search warrant for Malfoy Manor from the Wizengamot.
The approach to the manor had been smooth thanks to Harry’s invisibility cloak. Coupled with some protective enchantments placed on their clothes, it allowed them to bypass much of Malfoy Manor’s outer defences without tripping the wards and alerting Malfoy that they were there to investigate him. They’d managed to get inside the Manor itself straight through the front door, and although there was a confused house-elf who was wondering how the door managed to open on its own, there were practically no traces that they were there.
“Do you think he’s in the dungeons?” Susan whispered to him.
“No,” Harry shook his head. “He wouldn’t linger down there. I bet he’s up in his office or a parlour or somewhere like that, but his explosives might be down there. If he’s cocky enough to risk illegally importing them into the country, he’s probably dumb enough to trust whatever protective enchantments were placed on the shipping container not to fail.”
“We should secure the explosives first then,” Susan hummed in thought. “Once that’s taken care of, we’ll have enough to arrest him on the spot.”
Harry agreed wholeheartedly. “Let’s get going then.”
The manor was devoid of anything other than overstated opulence and the occasional portrait with bickering, old members of the Malfoy family. It was just like the last time Harry had been here. Since the war, Malfoy Manor had been a quiet place. There were no grand parties or mass gatherings of Death Eaters here, but Harry couldn’t help but wonder if Draco hadn’t just learnt to not shit where he ate.
Harry found the familiar steps that led down into the dungeons. Despite the short amount of time he spent as a prisoner within Malfoy Manor, he remembered this area of the manor far too well. He’d been mapping out potential escape routes from the moment he’d entered, and the layout seemed to be etched into his mind.
The two of them crept down slowly, eyes scanning for any traps or wards that could pose any issues. However, it seemed that Draco preferred the tactic of keeping his dirty laundry unguarded and easily accessible. Given the scrutiny his family had faced, Harry supposed that it made sense to do this just in case there was ever an unexpected raid on his manor. If it looked like he had nothing to hide, then the investigators were far less likely to go digging too deeply.
A heavy door at the base of the stairs swung open easily at Harry’s touch through his invisibility cloak. Harry breathed in that same musty scent he remembered in his most vivid nightmares. It was pitch black, but that was easily remedied with a silently-cast light charm courtesy of Susan.
The room must have been used as an old wine cellar or perhaps some sort of storage area. The ceiling was low, the walls were lined with mostly empty shelves, and all of the surfaces were flat and bare. To the untrained eye, this was just a bare room with nothing interesting to offer.
But Harry’s eye wasn’t untrained. He’d been here before, and he remembered this room exactly as it had been.
There was a wall that wasn’t quite right. He remembered the room as being perfectly symmetrical on either side of the doorway. Now, the left side of the room was slightly smaller.
Harry crept forward, and Susan matched his pace. He ended up right in front of the wall and gently tapped it with his hand. The solid feeling of brick met the back of his knuckles.
For a moment, Harry wondered if he’d misremembered. It had been years since he’d been down here after all, but a niggling feeling inside of his belly told him that he wasn’t wrong. This wall hadn’t been in this spot before.
“It’s a false wall,” Harry told Susan. “It should be a metre or more back.”
He was grateful that Susan didn’t even bother to ask if he was sure or not. She trusted him implicitly through the bond they’d developed over the years that they’d been together.
“How do we get past it?” She asked him.
That was the tricky part. Short of simply blowing the wall down, there were countless ways that Draco could have created this wall. The brick seemed real enough, but there were hundreds of wards he could have placed upon it to prevent anyone from breaking through or detecting it as false. For all Harry knew, there could be a simple passphrase that would open up a cubby within the wall where the explosives were hidden.
Investigating this further would take time, and that was something that they didn’t have. So long as they were in Malfoy Manor, every second represented another chance that they’d be discovered by someone within. While they had the warrant they needed to justify their search here, they couldn’t risk the chance that Draco could try to hide the explosives through some magical failsafe before they recovered it.
Harry reached out with his senses as his fingers brushed along the wall’s craggy surface. Ever since he’d become the Master of Death, detecting magic had become a simple task for him, even without using the Deathstick. He’d gained a sensitivity to it that he’d otherwise lacked in his daily life. Now, he could feel the wards on the wall's surface. He didn’t understand most of them—he’d never studied Ancient Runes or Arithmancy after all—but he recognised a few familiar ones. There were simple wards designed to prevent rot and erosion, alarm wards that would alert someone if the wall was significantly damaged or breached in any way, and basic protective wards that strengthened the brick itself. Harry couldn’t detect anything dangerous or otherwise harmful to him or Susan.
“I think we need to blast through it,” Harry said with a grimace.
Susan’s eyes flashed with worry as she leaned in closer to examine the brickwork. “If we hit the wrong spot, we’ll trigger the explosives.”
Harry knew that, but they had little choice in the matter. Draco was a slippery weasel. If they left and came back with a larger Auror force to arrest him, who knew what tricks he had up his sleeve. And even if they went upstairs right now, Harry had to assume that Draco had some type of safeguards in place for a situation like this. Even if he didn’t, it’d be foolish to risk him and his wife’s lives on a gamble. He knew that the wall was safe to blast through; all he had to do now was figure out where the explosives were.
“Point Me Draco Malfoy’s Explosives,” Harry murmured, using a variant of the traditional compass spell by funnelling his intent through his words to cause the spell to point towards the explosives.
Sure enough, despite the incredible amount of wards on Malfoy Manor that had the ability to muddle any detection spells Harry cast, his power won out and pointed towards the exact centre of the wall. The explosives might have been set up on a table behind the wall or maybe a stack of bricks. It didn’t matter really; Harry had the location, and now he just needed to blast through the wall elsewhere.
“Draco will be alerted once we break through the wall,” Harry told Susan as he lifted the invisibility cloak off of them.
Susan brushed her beautiful auburn hair back over her shoulders and offered him a confident smile. “I’ll watch our backs then. Try not to blow us up, dear.”
Harry snorted at her cheek. “No promises.”
As Susan took up position by the stairwell that led down into this room, Harry strode along the length of wall that he was about to break through. He walked to the far end and repositioned one of the shelving units to act as a mock barrier for himself. Old bags of grain and dried beans and lentils, all layered with preservation charms, were placed on the individual shelves, offering Harry a bit of a shield against any shards of brick that’d come flying his way.
He pointed his wand at the exact spot he wanted. “Defodio,” Harry murmured, uttering the name of the spell in order to enhance his focus and, thereby, the spell’s power.
The wards reinforcing the brick wall were no match for Harry’s power. His gouging spell pierced deeply into the brick wall until it smashed through it. The spell carried on then, striking the original wall that lay behind it. It dug out a metre gash into the wall before the spell’s power faded.
A few brick shards blew back at Harry, but they all crashed against his makeshift shield and fell to the floor.
“I’ve got it,” Harry called out to Susan as he stepped out from behind cover.
He walked up to the hole he’d broken through the wall. It was perhaps a metre across and as long height-wise. He easily ducked through the hole and found the small crate of explosives they’d seen back at the docks sitting atop an old wooden table.
Harry grabbed the crate and hoisted it out of the hidden area and back into the main room. He set it down on the ground and examined the contents. The crate seemed to be full, hopefully signifying that Draco hadn’t used any of them yet for any nefarious purpose.
“We’ve got company,” Susan called out as she took cover against the wall beside the doorway.
A moment later, Harry heard footsteps pounding down the stairs. He stood in the open in a defensive position with his wand at the ready.
The door burst inward, and Draco charged in breathlessly with his wand drawn.
Even though several years had passed by, Draco didn’t look much different from the last time he’d seen him. He still had that pale, sallow skin and slightly gaunt face. His platinum-blond hair was a bit longer than before, but he was virtually identical otherwise.
“Potter?” Draco exclaimed in surprise. He went to stow his wand, but then his eyes landed on the crate of explosives at Harry’s feet.
A sudden current of danger overtook the situation. Harry felt more than saw Draco shift into an aggressive posture and subtly shift the tip of his wand towards Harry.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Susan said as she swept up behind Draco and placed the tip of her wand against Draco’s neck. “Not so fast.”
Slowly, Draco raised his hands in surrender, his eyes glaring at Harry with hate.
Susan took Draco’s wand from him and stowed it in her robes while Harry stepped in front of the explosives. He wasn’t going to leave it to chance that Draco had somehow learnt wandless magic and was able to detonate those explosives before Harry or Susan could get away.
“We know everything, Draco,” Harry bluffed, hoping he could get Draco to spill any additional information on this case.
“Do you now?” Draco sneered at him. He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again swiftly.
“You’ll end up in Azkaban with your father for this,” Harry said as he gently tapped the crate of explosives with the back of his heel.
If Draco could have combusted in anger and frustration, he would have. Unfortunately, all that followed were weak words of someone who’d been bested.
“We don’t need to go down that road, Potter,” Draco said, losing the venom from his tone. “I think that we can come to some sort of arrangement instead.”
“An arrangement?” Harry chuckled. “Really?”
Draco turned his head slightly back towards the stairwell. It only took another second before quiet footsteps sounded on the stairs.
A pretty brunette appeared in view. One whom Harry recognised instantly: Astoria Greengrass.
Astoria was the second daughter of the Greengrass family after her sister Daphne. She was a couple years below Harry and Draco at Hogwarts, and she’d been a relatively quiet student from what he’d remembered. Harry truly hadn’t taken note of her until he’d seen the news in the Daily Prophet that she’d become engaged to Draco Malfoy soon after the war’s end.
Rumours had swirled around the Auror Department that their marriage had been one of politics. The Greengrass family hadn’t supported Voldemort during the war, and they’d managed to retain most of their wealth and political influence throughout all of the turmoil. Overall, they made the perfect family for Draco to marry into in order to rehabilitate his image.
Their engagement had been short, and they were married just under two years after the war’s end. Since then, little had been heard about Astoria, not that there had been much before. She’d appeared at Ministry functions and the occasional ball at another pure-blood’s manor, but besides that, no one seemed to know what she was up to.
She came into the room with her wand drawn, but she quickly dropped it to the floor when she realised the situation. She kicked it over to Harry’s feet without prompting and took everything in.
To Harry’s surprise, Astoria didn’t seem shocked or caught off-guard by what was going on. Instead, there was almost a look of resignation that fluttered across her face.
“You can have her,” Draco suddenly exclaimed, looking right at Harry. “She can be your pet. She’s subservient enough, and you can fuck her however you like if you don’t turn me in. Take the explosives and leave this place. I’ve heard enough about you and your wife’s proclivities to know that you’d both be interested in this sort of thing.”
Harry paused in surprise. He hadn’t been aware that his and Susan’s sex life had leaked out so much into the public’s view—although, it was possible that Draco had made a specific investigation into Harry’s private dealings if he truly was planning to murder him.
It was true that he and Susan liked to invite other women into the bedroom. It had been Susan’s idea more than his. She loved the idea of having someone subservient to both of them. Harry’s stamina often tired her out, so after she’d gotten her fill of his cock, she liked having another woman around to handle the rest of his energy. She’d enjoyed having another woman eat her out during their foreplay, and watching Harry fuck another woman into a shivering mess never got old either.
But all of this was private and not something that anyone except those that they trusted should be aware of.
Harry instantly snapped his focus over towards Astoria, looking to gauge her response to all of this. To his surprise, she was looking right back at him.
“Arrest him,” she mouthed silently.
Harry paused for a moment, weighing her words.
“Draco Malfoy, you are under arrest,” Harry announced loudly.
Draco slumped forward as Susan bound his wrists.
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Malfoy Manor had been swept top to bottom by multiple squads of Aurors. While there weren’t any more explosives or any dark artefacts or the like, one lucky recruit did manage to stumble upon a private journal that listed dozens of addresses with cryptic phrases next to them. Most were duds, but the Aurors did manage to uncover a host of dark artefacts at one and over a dozen wanted witches and wizards held up at another.
Draco Malfoy had been sentenced to eighteen years in Azkaban. It was one of the harsher sentences offered since the war’s end, but the Wizengamot obviously took any threats to Harry Potter quite seriously.
All in all, the case had proved to be a tremendous success, and Harry and Susan were being celebrated around the office for another successful job completed.
Only, it wasn’t quite done yet.
“There’s no need to keep holding her here,” Harry told Proudfoot.
Proudfoot scratched the scar that ran down the side of his face as he stared at Astoria Malfoy through the glass in front of them. She was in a small interrogation room, seated in front of a large table with her arms and legs bound in place. The glass was opaque from her perspective, so she wouldn’t be able to tell if or when someone was watching her.
“She has to know something,” Proudfoot insisted. “There’s just no way her husband kept her completely in the dark like she claims.”
Harry had initially agreed with him. Despite Draco’s secrecy around his activities, Harry knew firsthand just how hard it was to keep secrets from his wife. Hell, he couldn’t even get away with keeping her Christmas gifts secret anymore; somehow, Susan always knew exactly what they were and where he’d hidden them. Harry had been certain that Astoria had to know something.
But after the extensive questioning she’d undergone, including with the use of veritaserum, it had quickly become clear that she didn’t know anything.
“Take a break, Proudfoot,” Harry told him as he took off his heavy outer robes and set them down on one of the free chairs nearby. “I’ll go question her myself.”
Proudfoot nodded. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes then.”
As soon as Proudfoot was gone, Harry turned the glass --completely transparent. Astoria jumped in surprise at his sudden appearance but otherwise remained calm.
Harry left the observation post and walked around the corridor to the doorway that led into the interrogation room. He walked inside casually before closing the door back behind himself and taking a seat opposite Astoria.
Astoria didn’t say a word as Harry found his seat, but she kept her gaze focused solely on him.
“I wanted you to know that we’d be alone for this conversation,” Harry told Astoria as he gestured to the glass window. “I can keep anything you say off the record if you want.”
Astoria’s eyes flickered over to the window. “You could have someone under an invisibility spell in there.”
“True,” Harry dipped his head slightly in agreement. “Seems a little over the top to try to trick someone like that when they don’t know anything about their husband’s misdeeds though.”
Astoria’s lips twitched in amusement. “I suppose. You believe me then? That I don’t know anything about what Draco’s been doing?”
Harry nodded. “Veritaserum was enough for me, but your story’s been flawless otherwise. It does leave me curious though. Why did Draco keep you in the dark about everything? If he truly loved and trusted you, surely he’d involve you in some small way or let something slip by accident, even if he was trying to protect you from all of this.”
Astoria glanced back at the window again before her eyes returned to Harry. “My husband and I haven’t gotten on well in quite some time.”
“For how long exactly?” Harry asked.
“A few months after our wedding,” Astoria shrugged as best she could given the restraints on her. “I married him because I believed the fiction he spun about being a changed man, and everyone else did too. It wasn’t until after our wedding and I’d moved into Malfoy Manor that I learnt he’d never changed. He’d just kept his true self hidden away from the world.”
“Why didn’t you divorce him if that was the case?” Harry asked.
“Marriage contract,” Astoria grimaced. “It was silly, but he and my father were both insistent on following pure-blood formalities. Draco’s the only one who can dissolve our marriage, though I might be able to get out of it now that he’s in Azkaban.”
Harry nodded along. All of this lined up with what he and the other Aurors had already learnt about Draco and Astoria’s marriage contract. “Was there something specific that made you catch on to what Draco was actually like?”
“Besides the fact that he spent his time fucking prostitutes in Knockturn Alley and any pure-blood witch who’d spread their legs for him, not really,” Astoria answered. “But while we are at home, he’d slowly let his guard down. Sometimes he’d berate me over silly things and other times he’d rant about Harry Bloody Potter and the muggleborns in our world, only with less polite language. When I learnt that he was still corresponding with a few of his old friends friends from his Death Eater days, I moved into my own bedroom, and I’ve stayed away from him ever since.”
So, there were complications in their marriage but nothing that would be worthwhile to bring up to Wizengamot. That was fine enough for Harry—he hated dealing with politics, so the less time he had to spend with the Wizengamot the better.
Well, everything that Astoria had said seemed to line up with her story easily enough. If she moved into her own bedroom and generally kept away from Draco while at home, it would help explain why Draco never told her anything about what he was doing. It made Harry wonder why he’d even married her in the first place, but he supposed that the Greengrass family was one of the most well-respected pure-blood families around after the war. Marrying into a kind, neutral family like hers definitely helped to rehabilitate his image in the public’s eye.
But there was still one thing that Harry was curious about.
“What was up with Draco offering you to be me and my wife’s pet?” Harry asked her bluntly.
Immediately, a deep blush set in across Astoria’s face and her gaze flickered back to the window. She stared at it carefully for a moment, as though ensuring that she couldn’t pick up on the slightest ripple in the air that would signify that someone was in there.
“Off the record?” She asked him quietly.
“Off the record,” Harry nodded.
The blush only seemed to deepen. “I like reading erotic novels sometimes,” Astoria told him quietly. “Specifically the types where the female protagonist becomes a pet for someone else. A man, a woman, a couple, it doesn’t matter really. Draco caught me reading them several years ago and has made fun of me ever since. He even joked about giving me to one of his business associates to please since I wasn’t pleasing him any more. He’d never do it in case the public found out, but if it wasn’t for that…”
Harry was no stranger to various kinks like that. Hell, he and his wife had done plenty of Master/Servant play over the time that they’d been together.
Draco had truly been in a desperate situation when he offered Astoria to him and Susan, and Astoria’s story made sense again.
Content with her answers, Harry just nodded his head and pulled out his wand. With a flick of his wrist, he unbound the bindings keeping Astoria tied to the chair.
“I’m satisfied that you’re innocent in all of this,” Harry told her as she rubbed the rough marks around her wrists. “As of right now, you’re free to go. I’ll tell Auror Proudfoot to escort you to collect your wand and other personal effects, and then you’re free to return home.”
“Wait!” Astoria exclaimed just as Harry got to his feet.
He paused, looking back at her. “Yes?”
Astoria glanced down at the table again in embarrassment. “What did you… err… think about Draco’s proposal?”
The one where she’d become his and his wife’s pet?
“Draco’s told me all about the rumours about what you and your wife get up to,” Astoria continued quickly. “I’d always wanted to be with someone adventurous in the bedroom, and Draco most certainly wasn’t anywhere up to snuff to satisfy me in any way. I haven’t been with anyone since just after my wedding, but I’ve been thinking about what Draco suggested, and I’d be open to it if it was with both of you.”
Harry eyed her sharply. “This isn’t to try to get Draco out of Azkaban—?”
“No!” Astoria shook her head violently. “It has nothing to do with him. For the first time in years, I’m free to do what I want. I’ve always had a crush on you, like all the girls at Hogwarts did, and Susan’s one of the witches I’ve fantasised about before. I want to do this for me. We could do a trial run just to see if things would work out?” She suggested hopefully.
Harry wondered for a moment if this was some sort of trick or nefarious plot, but it was too outlandish to even consider. Astoria had been nothing but open and honest with everyone throughout this entire ordeal. This was just her first step towards reclaiming her liberty.
In truth, the idea appealed to Harry. They’d tried this out once before with Susan’s friend Hannah, but the long hours working at the Leaky Cauldron often left her too tired to participate in the type of sexual lifestyle that they’d agreed to. Since then, while they’d had their fair share of kinks that they’d explored, they’d never brought another woman into their home for more than just a couple nights in a row.
Harry found himself undressing Astoria with his eyes. She was short and lithe but with nice curves. Her soft brown hair would be easy to grab with his hands, and she was light enough that he could hoist her around and carry her if he wanted to. Her face was quite pretty too, and those big brown eyes were simply gorgeous.
He knew his answer, and he knew his wife’s too. The night that they’d returned home from the mission, they’d joked about Draco’s offer, and Susan’s dirty talk about what Astoria could have done for them set off several bouts of lovemaking throughout their home.
“You’ll obey our every command?” Harry asked Astoria, wanting to ensure that she understood the terms of their arrangement.
“As long as you treat me well,” Astoria nodded.
“Then we’d love to have you,” Harry told her.
Astoria lit up with a smile brighter than he’d ever seen on her face. “Really?”
“On second thought…” Harry teased.
“Too late!” Astoria exclaimed giddily as she jumped to her feet and rushed to his side for a hug.
Harry squeezed her tightly for a few seconds. This was a huge event for her; finally, she was going to be free to act as she wished.
“The work day’s just about done,” Harry told Astoria. “Why don’t I go show you your new home, Pet?”
First, Harry took Astoria to go collect her wand and signed her release. They met up with Proudfoot along the way, and Harry informed him that Astoria was being released. Proudfoot just nodded and went to deliver his notes on Astoria’s interrogations to Susan’s desk. Susan was busy finalising the case files—her love of writing was another reason Harry was so glad he married her since she’d take the time to handle all of the summaries at the end of their cases—and Harry guided Astoria down the long way around the office to avoid letting Susan see the surprise he was bringing home.
Harry didn’t bother taking Astoria back through the public exit from the Ministry—that would have aroused far too many questions. Instead, he led her to the Auror’s private exit: a small room with five fireplaces, all with pots of floo powder resting atop the mantelpieces above them.
Harry grabbed a handful of the powder and threw it into the fire. “Harry and Susan’s flat.” Then, he pulled Astoria into the flames.
A moment later, they were spat out in a reasonably large flat. They were in the living room, surrounded by comfy-looking furniture, nice tables, and various odds and ends that Harry and Susan had collected over the years.
“A flat?” Astoria commented in surprise. “Doesn’t Susan’s family own a manor? And I’m sure that you could buy or build one yourself with all the money you have.”
“She does have one,” Harry confirmed. “But we chose to live somewhere small until we’re ready to start a family. This flat is nice and private, and it prevents me from cluttering the place up with Quidditch paraphernalia.”
Astoria giggled and walked around the room. Harry let her explore. The flat had three bedrooms, two with ensuite bathrooms and another bathroom just outside of the third bedroom, a nicely-sized kitchen, and a living room. The living room doubled as their dining room thanks to its size. Astoria poked her head around everywhere.
“This could be your room,” Harry told her as he pointed to the main guest bedroom.
Astoria nodded. “Your flat is really nice and bright. I always hated how dark and gloomy Malfoy Manor was.”
“As long as Susan agrees, you’re free to move in here full time,” Harry said. “And I’m sure she will.”
“Speaking of Susan, when will she be home?” Astoria asked.
“Any minute now,” Harry answered. “And that’s why you’ll strip down naked and present yourself on the sofa for her.”
Astoria only looked too eager to get started. “Should I strip here or in my room?”
“You’ll call me Master now, pet,” Harry chided her gently. “And you can strip wherever you’d like, but I don’t want you making a mess around here. Your clothes need to be kept in your room.”
“Of course, Master,” Astoria grinned. She practically bounced her way to her bedroom, where she closed the door behind herself.
Harry waited, tapping his foot, but it didn’t take long before the door cracked open again. Astoria’s soft brown eyes peered out through the gap, and then, upon meeting Harry’s gaze, she swung the door wide open.
Astoria was simply gorgeous. Her body was so different from Susan’s and yet almost just as divine.
The first thing Harry noticed were Astoria’s perky breasts. They were small, barely more than what could fit in the palms of his hands, but stood high on her chest and were topped with light-pink nipples. Her breasts gave way to her flat stomach and the gentle curves of her hips. She was shaved bare in between her thighs, and Harry could just barely make out a strand of wetness connecting from her inner thigh to her lower lips.
Astoria bounded out into the room, clearly enjoying the attention Harry was giving her.
Even though he wanted nothing more than to devour her right here and now, it would be impolite to start without Susan.
“Get up on the sofa, Pet,” Harry directed her.
“Yes, Master,” Astoria replied obediently.
As she climbed up, Harry couldn’t help himself from grabbing her arse. It was smaller than Susan’s but still nice and shapely. Astoria pushed her arse back against his hand as she eyed him with a lustful look.
“On your hands and knees,” he commanded Astoria.
Astoria did so, positioning herself perpendicular to the fireplace.
Harry walked around the sofa, examining Astoria from every angle. She was every bit the stereotypical pure-blooded princess that hundreds of men back at Hogwarts dreamt about shagging. And she was giving herself completely over to him and Susan.
Speaking of whom, just as Harry was returning back towards Astoria’s face, the fireplace ignited, and Susan stepped out of the flames.
“Surprise, darling,” Harry said as he swept up to her and kissed her sweetly. Neither of them closed their eyes as they kissed. Susan’s gaze was focused on Astoria, and Harry’s was focused on Susan’s reaction. He relished the way her eyes lit up at the sight of Astoria’s naked body, and he broke off the kiss to give her a chance to get a closer look. “We have a new pet.”
“A new pet?” Susan hummed. She walked a bit closer to Astoria, who was staring at Susan with undisguised glee. Susan stroked the back of Astoria’s head, running her fingers through her soft curls, before letting her hand trace her spine down to her arse. Astoria yelped in surprise when Susan’s fingers brushed across her soaking-wet pussy. “My my, what is this?” Susan asked as she held up her fingers, which were coated with Astoria’s juices.
“It’s my—” Astoria began to speak.
“I don’t believe that I gave you permission to speak, Pet,” Susan snapped sharply. She pressed her fingers together and then pulled them apart, watching Astoria’s juices stretch between her digits. Then, she placed her fingers against Astoria’s lips. “I’ve a better use for your mouth right now; lick me clean.”
Astoria instantly opened her mouth, and Susan pushed her fingers inside of her. Astoria’s lips sealed around her fingers tightly, and Harry could hear her soft moans as her tongue ran all over Susan’s fingers.
“What a good pet you are,” Susan cooed before she turned back to Harry. “How did we ever come to acquire such a gem?”
“She suggested it herself,” Harry explained with a grin on his lips. “And I figured it’d be a nice treat for us both.”
“Don’t tell me that you’re getting tired of sticking your cock in me already?” Susan replied with a teasing tone.
“Never,” Harry chuckled. He came up behind Susan and pressed himself against her arse, letting her feel just how hard he was through his trousers, and groped her large breasts in his hands. “I’d take you over anyone.”
Susan pressed her arse back against his cock and wiggled from side to side just the way he liked. “Good answer. And as much as I’ll never tire of you eating me out, a new pair of lips is always a nice treat.”
Astoria glanced up at Susan, and Susan finally pulled her fingers out of Astoria’s mouth. “Would you like me to service you now, Mistress?” Astoria asked eagerly.
Suddenly, Susan spanked Astoria’s arse. The strike rang out loudly in the room, and Astoria bucked forward from the force of it. Instead of crying out in pain, however, Astoria simply moaned.
“What did I say about giving you permission to speak?” Susan asked Astoria rhetorically. She glanced back at Harry over her shoulder. “I fear we’ll have a lot of work to do to get this one in line.”
“You did always say that you wanted to train a pet,” Harry pointed out.
Susan’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Pet! Sit back on your heels with your legs spread wide open for us.”
Astoria rushed to obey. She planted her feet firmly on the sofa and spread her legs wide open while remaining in a crouched position.
Susan pinched Astoria’s nipples roughly, and the woman finally winced from the mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Decent tits,” Susan remarked before her fingers went right back to Astoria’s pussy. Instead of just grazing along the surface of her lips though, Susan plunged two fingers into Astoria’s wet pussy. Astoria bucked against Susan’s hand, trying to get some stimulation to her clit as well, but Susan pulled her fingers out quickly. “How does she taste?” Susan asked Harry as she offered up her fingers.
Susan brushed her fingers along Harry’s lips, smearing Astoria’s juices on them. His tongue darted out, and he was met with a familiar and yet distinct flavour that resembled Susan’s own pussy.
“Good,” Harry sighed happily.
Susan popped her fingers into her own mouth and tasted Astoria’s juices as well. She nodded her head.
“From today onward, Pet, we expect you to be fully subservient to us in all things,” Susan told Astoria clearly. “You’re our plaything who’s here for our entertainment only. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Astoria nodded her head.
“Look at you,” Susan said as she grabbed Astoria’s chin in her hand. “You look so desperate, so needy. Your pussy’s gushing already, and we’ve barely begun. It’s been a while since we’ve had someone so eager to please us. Why don’t you start by getting us undressed?”
There was a flurry of activity as Astoria undressed Harry and Susan as quickly as she could without damaging their clothes. She managed to get Susan out of her clothes without issue, leaving the curvy auburn-haired witch as bare as the day she was born, but once she got to Harry, a problem arose.
Susan had been watching Astoria carefully, and she didn’t miss the slight touch Astoria gave Harry’s thick cock as she exposed it to the air. It was little more than a graze with the back of her hand, but it was clearly deliberate.
“What was that?” Susan demanded sharply as she grabbed a fistful of Astoria’s hair and yanked her head back.
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I—” Astoria tried to plead, but Susan wasn’t having any of it.
“I knew you were going to be trouble,” Susan scowled, playing up the part of an angry Mistress. In truth, Harry knew that she was loving every second of this. “Lay across my lap. It’s time for a punishment.”
Susan plopped down on the sofa, and Astoria gingerly laid herself across her lap. As Susan leaned forward to adjust Astoria, her breasts squished down on the younger woman’s back. Harry grinned and grabbed his cock in his hand. His shaft pulsed with excitement as he lazily began to stroke himself.
“Why are you being punished?” Susan asked Astoria sharply.
“Because I touched Harry’s… I mean Master’s cock without permission,” Astoria whimpered.
“That’s right, Pet,” Susan nodded. “You are not to touch either of us like that unless we invite you to. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Astoria answered.
“Good,” Susan said as she ran her hand lovingly over Astoria’s arsecheeks. “But even if you’ve recognised the error of your ways, you still need to be punished to make sure that it never happens again. I think ten hits should do it.”
Astoria looked more excited than Susan did for this. She was literally buzzing with energy, subtly wiggling her arse back and forth.
Susan’s hand paused on Astoria’s arse, noticing the movement. “Are you excited for this, Pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Astoria admitted honestly.
Susan clicked her tongue in disapproval. “That just won’t do. This is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward.”
“I’ve got just the thing, love,” Harry said as he crouched down to grab his discarded clothes. His hands went right for his trousers, and he removed his belt from them and passed it over to Susan.
Susan’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “A belt,” she hummed. “Yes, this’ll do nicely.”
Concern tinged Astoria’s visage but only mildly. Susan took her time folding up the leather belt and then getting used to the swatting motion that she was going to use.
“You’re going to call each hit out after I deliver it,” Susan told Astoria as she dragged the smooth leather along Astoria’s arse. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Astoria breathed out with excitement.
Suddenly, Susan pulled her arm back and delivered a sharp strike to Astoria’s arse. The cracking sound echoed around the room, and Astoria yelped in pain.
“O-one…” she whimpered.
“Good,” Susan cooed before delivering another strike on Astoria’s other arsecheek.
“Two!” Astoria cried out.
Already, her arse was starting to turn pink. Harry went back to stroking himself, and Susan grinned up at the sight. She brought the belt back again and delivered another blow followed by a fourth in rapid succession. Astoria called out both of them dutifully.
In between strikes, Susan rubbed her hand gently across the areas she’d just hit. Astoria’s arse was lighting up a bright red, but she still seemed to be loving every second of it. Harry didn’t miss the way her pussy was leaking out onto Susan’s thigh, and he knew that his wife didn’t miss it either. In fact, from the sheer look of joy on Susan’s face as she punished their new pet, she looked like she was getting off on this too.
“Ten!” Astoria gasped as the final blow smacked off of her arse.
“Good, Pet,” Susan told Astoria. She helped Astoria to sit up on her lap and then grabbed Astoria’s chin and brought their faces close together. “You’ve learnt your lesson, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Astoria nodded.
“And that lesson would be?” Susan raised an eyebrow.
“To not touch your’s or Master’s bodies in any way sexually unless I’ve been instructed to do so,” Astoria explained.
“Good girl,” Susan smiled before she pulled Astoria in for a kiss.
From the surprise that shot across her face, Harry guessed that this was the first time Astoria had ever kissed another woman. She might have fantasised about it when she was alone in bed touching herself, but it was another thing entirely to experience it for real. Harry knew firsthand just how intoxicating Susan could be. From her natural beauty, wide hips, plump arse, and large breasts, she was an intimidating figure physically, but her presence and personality were just as impressive too. She had a way of acting as a natural leader that made others want to do as she said and to please her in any way possible. It was intoxicating, and Astoria was getting her first taste of all that Susan had to offer.
Susan decided when the kiss was done by pushing Astoria away from her. Astoria quickly tried to reignite the kiss, but Susan held her at bay.
“Remember your lesson, Pet,” Susan chided her.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Astoria whined. She was shifting around on Susan’s lap, and Harry knew that she was probably trying to get some stimulation for her swollen clit.
“Since you’ve done relatively well for your first day and because you took your punishment like a proper pet should, I think it’s time for a reward,” Susan smiled at her. “Don’t you, husband?”
“I’d say so,” Harry nodded his agreement.
Susan turned herself to the side on the sofa and laid down on her back. Astoria fell onto the sofa in between Susan’s thighs.
“If you’re going to be our pet then you need to learn how to eat pussy properly,” Susan told Astoria with a wicked grin on her lips. “While there’ll be more time for instruction later, I want to see what you can do today. And because you’re going to have to get used to serving us both at the same time, I think it’s only right if Harry fucks you while you do it.”
Astoria’s head snapped round and her gaze landed right on Harry’s cock. He’d heard more than enough compliments over the years to know just how well-endowed he was, and he could see the hunger and worry both light up in Astoria’s eyes.
“Unless you don’t think you can handle it?” Susan added, goading Astoria.
“No, I can handle it, Mistress,” Astoria replied quickly. She hurried into position by laying down on her front and positioning her head right in between Susan’s thighs. While her breasts were pressed down against the sofa, she positioned herself on her knees so that her arse was up in the air for Harry.
Astoria waited for a moment, expecting Harry to finally stick his cock into her needy, wet pussy, but when it was clear that he wasn’t even moving onto the sofa yet, Astoria gave Susan’s pussy a long lick from bottom to top.
Susan stretched her limbs out, getting extra comfortable as Astoria started to get to work on her. She looked like a queen being worshipped by a servant. Her gaze met Harry’s, and the two of them shared a naughty smile together. It’d been too long since they’d tried something like this, and Harry was ever so glad that they finally found someone who could fulfil both of their wilder desires.
Although Harry was having a fine enough time stroking himself as he watched as their pet ate out his wife, the sight of Astoria’s delicate pussy lips being coated with her juices was just too enticing of a sight to leave alone for long. Once he felt that Astoria had settled into a nice rhythm and he heard Susan begin to moan softly, Harry finally got onto the sofa behind her.
The tip of his cock bobbed and grazed along Astoria’s pussy. The woman shivered and froze in place at the slightest touch.
“Get back to it, Pet,” Susan demanded sharply when Astoria’s tongue froze in place.
Astoria hurried back to her work, but she wiggled her arse towards Harry as though telling him to get on with it.
Harry barely needed any force to push inside of her, despite how tight she was. The tightness was counteracted by her wetness and how her pussy seemed to suck his cock in as he pushed forward. Her lips were spread wide around his shaft lewdly, being pushed to their very limits to accommodate Harry’s girth. Although he tried to go slowly to let her adjust to his size, Harry’s body forced him to slam the rest of the way inside of her.
“Fuck!” Astoria cried out. She threw her head back, and Susan didn’t chastise her this time. Susan knew perfectly well just how thick Harry’s cock was and what it was like to experience it for the first time, so she waited for several moments while Astoria made the most incredible sounds of pleasure that either of them had ever heard from a woman only a few seconds into having sex with her. Astoria was mewling and moaning like she’d just had the greatest orgasm of her life.
“What a little slut our pet is,” Susan laughed encouragingly. She stroked Astoria’s cheek with her hand and smiled down at her. “We’re going to have a lot of fun with you.”
“Yes… Mistress,” Astoria barely managed to get out.
“Now, if you want my husband to fuck your brains out, I expect you to get right back to what you were doing,” Susan told her.
Astoria was already resuming her activities midway through Susan’s sentence. She noisily slurped up the accumulated juices on Susan’s labia and brought her hands to get involved in the mix too.
Once he saw his pet acting as she was supposed to, Harry grabbed Astoria’s hips and roughly slammed into her. That single thrust made Astoria scream into Susan’s pussy in delight, and her walls shuddered around Harry’s cock. Harry wasn’t planning on taking it easy with her, as he wanted her to know what she was getting into. Whatever pitiful sex she had with Draco after their wedding was nothing compared to what she was going to experience with them.
Astoria felt so wonderful around his cock. Truthfully, Harry wasn’t particularly focused on pleasuring her, but that didn’t seem to matter. Every time he rammed into her with his big, thick cock, she squealed and her pussy clenched down hard on him. He was manipulating her body solely for his benefit; he’d pull her hips back just as he thrusted forward, filling her up with a single powerful stroke.
Susan always enjoyed watching him make another one of their loves squeal as he pounded them with his cock, and tonight was no different. She watched him through half-lidded eyes as she teased her nipples and enjoyed Astoria’s tongue on her clit and her fingers in her pussy. She once told him that seeing him dominate women sexually was one of the hottest things she could imagine, and the sex with her after such occasions was always incredible beyond belief.
Harry groaned as Astoria tightened around him yet again. Her walls kept squeezing him so much that he wasn’t sure how he was still managing to move inside of her, but his powerful hips kept smacking against her reddened arse, reinforcing the stinging pain that Susan had left it with.
“She’s tight,” Harry grunted to Susan as he continued to fuck her.
Susan laughed and grabbed the back of Astoria’s head. She pulled her in closer to her pussy, ensuring Astoria’s mouth couldn’t leave her for even a second. “She’s been so deprived for so long. I can’t wait to see when she cums.”
Harry cracked a grin. “Neither can I.”
He swore that he felt Astoria trembled again at his words, so he gave her arse a powerful spank and kept pounding into her pussy as roughly as he dared. Her juices were fully covering his cock now, and the excess was dripping down onto his balls or onto the sofa. Harry had fucked plenty of witches in his time, but none had been as wet as Astoria was right now.
Suddenly, Astoria clenched down on Harry harder than before. He didn’t slow his movements, but he did eye her curiously.
Astoria’s tongue kept lapping at Susan’s clit, but it was moving the same way every time. She was practically robotic in her movements, and her fingers were much the same as they pumped in and out of Susan’s pussy. Even Susan had taken notice as she stared down at Astoria, wondering what was going on with her.
Then, Astoria suddenly collapsed. Her face ended up pressed up against Susan’s pelvis without any care as she let out a high-pitched whine that transitioned into a long moan.
“Fuck!” Harry cried out as Astoria’s walls became impossibly tight around him. It felt like she was trying to squeeze his cock until it shattered, but thankfully there was a brief reprieve for half of a second before it tightened again.
Astoria’s pussy spasmed around Harry’s cock in time with her heartbeat. She gave a wordless moan as her orgasm shut down any thoughts that remained in her mind. Her entire body shook violently, and she had to grab onto Susan’s thighs to stop herself from flopping off of the sofa and onto the floor.
“Look at you,” Susan cooed, delighted at the sight of their pet cumming like this. “You couldn’t hold on, could you?”
Harry wasn’t sure if Astoria managed to actually say the word ‘no’ or if her whimper merely sounded like that, but he didn’t care. Her pussy felt heavenly, and he was just going to stay inside of her until her orgasm finished.
When it did, Astoria’s entire body collapsed onto the sofa as she gasped for air. Harry’s cock slid out of her sopping wet pussy unintentionally, and both of them let out their own sounds of displeasure at that.
It was Susan who broke the moment though as she gently tilted Astoria’s head up towards her face. Harry wasn’t even sure if Astoria was even conscious anymore after the fucking he’d just given her, but Susan must have seemed confident in her cognisance because she continued to speak to her.
“We have another important rule in our household,” she told Astoria sweetly. “Our pets aren’t allowed to cum until their masters do.”
Astoria’s eyes shot wide open. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t know.”
“No, you didn’t,” Susan acknowledged. “But you still need to be punished for failing us. Sit on the opposite end of the sofa from me.”
Harry moved out of the way to allow the dazed Astoria to settle in against the arm of the sofa. She collapsed, gasping for breath and looking thoroughly exhausted from what Harry had done to her.
“One day, you’ll earn the right for my husband to cum in you,” Susan told Astoria. “But until you’ve proved yourself to be an acceptable pet, you’ll have to watch him cum in me instead.”
Harry grinned at her. Astoria’s pussy had done a good enough job to get him nice and primed, but his wife’s pussy was the only one that could make him cum in a moment’s notice if he wasn’t careful. He pounced on top of her and kissed her passionately as he pushed forward with his hips, waiting until his cock found the right spot.
As soon as he felt Susan’s sweet folds against the tip of his cock, Harry pushed forward. Susan groaned at his sudden entrance and grabbed onto him tightly.
The familiar feeling of Susan’s walls around Harry felt amazing regardless of how many times he experienced it. Every micro-movement she made seemed perfectly designed to pleasure him, and he knew that his cock was the same for her. She gasped into his mouth as he filled her up completely. She was just as turned on as he was about what they’d just done with their new pet, and his cock was scratching the deepest itch she had inside of herself.
“Fuck me,” Susan moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around her husband.
Harry fucked her with a level of excitement that he hadn’t felt in months. Even though he and his wife had a very adventurous sex life, they often had several months in between lovers that they brought to bed with them, and the sheer thrill of having someone new with them again was making Harry expend all of his energy to fuck his wife with everything that he had to offer her.
Susan’s pussy squelched around his cock as he repeatedly plunged in and out of her. She was nearly as wet as Astoria and just as desperate for him to fill her up.
Harry fucked Susan just as roughly as he had Astoria, knowing from years of experience exactly how she liked to be fucked. While there was a time and place for a more sweet and gentle encounter, whenever they had a pet or someone joining them in the bedroom, passion took over. Susan wanted nothing less than to be fucked as quickly as possible to capitalise upon the thrill of the entire situation.
So, Harry fucked her exactly as she wanted. His balls smacked off of her arse noisily, melding with her moans in a way that created a sweet melody of lovemaking.
Behind him, Harry could hear Astoria fingering herself. Her pussy was still incredibly wet, and the sound of it all drove him to fuck Susan harder and harder. He knew that he couldn’t put on a poor show for their latest pet, so he did everything he could to maximise the impact of each and every thrust he gave Susan.
Before long, both of them were crying out in pleasure as they relished in the sincere joy of their bodies being connected in this way. It spoke to a deeper connection, one that couldn’t be replicated by a cheap hookup or even a pet joining them for a while in the bedroom. They knew what they both liked, and their bodies responded accordingly.
Susan was the first to cum. At first, Harry didn’t even notice the slight shudder her pussy had as he continued to pound into her. After a few seconds though, he felt the quivering that signified what was about to happen.
The scream that came from Susan’s throat sent chills down Harry’s spine. It spoke to the pleasure that she was feeling and simultaneously the true euphoria that came from coupling with a partner she’d spent years with.
Her pussy clenched down on his cock in such a familiar and exciting way that Harry couldn’t hold back any longer. He came, and the first spurt of cum filled Susan’s womb.
Each subsequent spurt left Harry breathless. Susan’s pussy milked Harry’s cock dry while Astoria watched on with untold excitement, fingering her pussy desperately as she experienced the first true love and joy in a long-term relationship in years.
Harry heard Astoria’s needy whines and moans, but his focus was reserved for his wife as she orgasmed beneath him. As he pumped his cum into her, her pussy squeezed his cock tightly and forced him to drain every last drop inside of her.
When they finished, Harry kissed his wife before he pulled out of her.
“Pet!” Susan called out loudly, shaking Astoria from her stupor when she was masturbating.
“Yes?” Astoria replied eagerly.
“Drink up my husband’s cum before it stains the cushions,” Susan told Astoria.
Harry could see the first drops starting to leave Susan’s pussy, but Astoria leapt to the task with an all-out effort.
Astoria plunged right back in between Susan’s thighs and started drinking down Harry’s cum before it could fall off of Susan’s arse and reach the cushions.
Despite having just cum, Harry felt his cock stir at the sight of Astoria obeying him and his wife so completely.
Had they finally found the pet that they’d been looking for?
By the time she’d finished licking Susan clean, Astoria seemed tired beyond words. Her body was sagged completely against the couch, and she was gasping for breath.
While Susan looked much the same, she didn’t miss one last chance to assert her dominance.
“My husband still looks needy, Pet,” Susan told Astoria. “Clean his cock off so that he can have another go with me.”
Harry had little more to do than sit back and relax. He had to wonder just what Draco had unleashed by offering his wife unto him and Susan.
Perhaps, finally, they’d found the pet that they were always looking for.
Comments
Joe Uchiha
Considering that most smut has Susan as a shy girl, even in non-smut stories, it's refreshing to see a dominant Susan. Great story. Has potential to be more than a one-shot but it's good enough to be just a one-shot as well. Can't wait to see what's next.
Beckendwarf
This was amazing. Better than I could have imagined. Love the story. These 3 have such a good chemistry, and Astoria being trained was just. Yes
Erinnyes
Drop dead sexy and I would love to see more of these three together. They make a delightful trio and domme Susan isn't something we get to see often. Great work! !
