Master Harry - Duel for Dishonor

Harry led Hermione, Sally, and Parvati out of the room. There they found the other wizards waiting with their freshly claimed consorts. The room was another entrance, but this one had three staircases, a passage, and a door opposite the one they had just left. Harry saw Ron looking proud standing in front of two witches, and Neville looking a bit bewildered as he stood beside three as well. Parvati waved to her sister, who stood beside Neville.

A disgruntled huff brought his attention to Draco Malfoy. Harry held in a laugh when he saw that only one witch stood behind the blond ponce. Considering how he had been strutting around, the boy had clearly thought he'd have the most consorts in the year.

"Hem, hem." An irritatingly high voice cut through the inspection.

The group turned to see a witch in bright pink robes standing at the base of a set of stairs. She had a big amulet of the Ministry of Magic crest around her neck. The expression on her face was a smile of false civility that instantly put Harry on edge.

"I am Madam Dolores Umbridge." She announced. "Liaison for the Ministry of Magic. Chief Secretary of the Office for Registration and Documentation of Bonded Magical Contracts." She paused as though waiting for applause. When none came, she continued. "Before you retire to your quarters, I will need you to register your newly formed bonds. From there, your house prefect will direct you to your rooms."

The process was a long one. It was a welcome break after the string of romps that they had just completed. Thankfully, this room actually had seating. Harry and his ladies sat on a couch. Well, Hermione, Harry, and Sally were on the couch. Parvati chose to sit on his lap. She snuggled close against his chest and idly played with his hair as they waited.

Hermione blushed like mad, but still snuck her hand in his. Sally was resting her head on his opposite shoulder.

"So, Master." Sally asked as they waited. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"I like Quidditch, but mostly the flying." Harry thought for a moment. "Dueling. I've been training for years but didn't take it seriously until recently."

"Why is that?" Hermione asked.

"A wizard can challenge another for their consorts." Harry muttered.

"That's barbaric." Hermione gasped.

"It's recognized by magic." Neville spoke up. His group had taken up a spot nearby. "Learning to duel is an important part of being a Master. Even traditionalists protect their consorts."

"Of course, we do." Draco spoke up. "We protect our property."

"We are people, not property." Hermione snapped at him.

"Keep your slave in control, Potter." Draco ignored her.

Harry squeezed Hermione's hand.

<Later.> Harry shook his head.

Hermione blinked.

"How…?" She stared at him.

"Who have your trained with?" Neville asked, trying to turn the conversation back on track. "I've had tutors. My dad and moms did too."

Draco scoffed but didn't say anything.

"I started with my godfather. Lately it's his wife and my mom." Harry replied easily.

Draco laughed loudly.

"Is there a problem, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"You were trained by two witches?" Draco spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Proudly, yes." Harry replied. He felt Hermione squeeze his hand.

"I was trained by dueling champions." Draco announced just as loud as before. "Once I graduate, I plan on touring the International Circuit. In the off-season, of course."

"Off season?" Neville asked.

"Quidditch." Draco answered with a mixture of pride and dismissal. "I already have a few invitations for this summer."

"Woah." Ron joined in the conversation. "What teams? I play a bit of Quidditch myself. I'm a Keeper."

"I'm sure your mother thinks so." Draco rolled his eyes. "I'd rather not name the teams. Confidentiality and all that."

"I like Quidditch." His consort, a petite Asian girl spoke up.

Harry noticed her for the first time. It was easy to overlook her, Draco was sitting in a comfy chair large enough for two while the witch was sitting in a much smaller one behind him. The collar around her neck was large gold collar that allowed hardly any room to move her head, just like the blonde woman that had been at the platform.

"Quiet." Draco growled. "The people are talking."

Harry felt a heat rise in his chest.

"Mister Malfoy?" Dolores Umbridge called in her impression of a sweet voice. "Please follow me to complete your registration."

Draco stood. He snapped his fingers and pointed behind him. The witch schooled her face into an emotionless mask as she took the spot.

"I don't like him." Hermione whispered.

"I don't think anyone does." Parvati sighed.

"Were you really trained in dueling by your mother and another woman?" Sally asked quietly.

"Yes." Harry nodded. "They are the most creative and powerful witches I have ever met."

"Potter." Hermione muttered the name. "Why does that sound familiar? What is your mother's name?"

"Lily." Harry answered.

"Lily Potter." Hermione repeated the name a few more times, trying to place it.

"She created the Wolfsbane Potion." Harry offered. "That's her most recognized one."

"That Lily Potter?!" Hermione squeaked. "Can I meet her?"

Harry laughed and nodded.

"Mister Potter." Umbridge said his name with much less enthusiasm.

He would have been insulted if her usual voice didn't make him feel like he needed to clean his ears. The trio of witches got up with him. They followed without needing to be told. Hermione kept her hand in his while Parvati slipped between them, making them put their arms across her shoulders. Sally shook her head as she took Harry's free hand. Hermione tried to give Parvati a hard look and failed miserably.

"What?" Parvati asked, giving Hermione an innocent look. "I like the attention."

"Hem, hem." Umbridge cleared her throat. "Hurry along, Mister Potter. Your time isn't any more important than the rest."

Harry glared at that comment. He had never said it was. The group hadn't been moving slow in comparison at all. In fact, Malfoy had done his best to parade the poor witches behind him.

Umbridge sat behind a large desk in a small room. The walls were bright pink and gave him afterimages when he closed his eyes. Pictures of kitten were placed in a carefully measured grid. He had to focus on one to keep his eyes from watering.

"Now, Mister Potter." Umbridge put on a facsimile of a smile. "List all of your consorts."

Harry hadn't had much interaction with the Ministry. He hoped they weren't all like this. If so, he would need to start making some changes. Now that he was Lord Potter, he had a decent amount of political power on his own. Through his alliances, such as the one with Lord Greengrass, and his status as Heir Black, it wasn't just an empty thought.

"Lily Potter and Andromeda Tonks, by inheritance." Harry started. "Nymphadora Tonks and Daphne Greengrass by contract. Sally-Anne Perks, Parvati Patil, and Hermione Granger through magical bond."

"Seven in total." Umbridge spoke through a strained smile. "That's quite a lot, don't you think?"

Harry stared flatly at her for a long moment.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked.

"No." Umbridge giggled. It was a sound he never wanted to hear again. "Of course not. Not for someone as important as you, Mister Potter. Hopefully, you won't have any problem keeping up with so many witches. I know some would not be up to the challenge. They might even release one or two from their bond."

Andi had provided the details of things once the process of claiming witches had started. Releasing a witch from a bond could be done. It was rarely, if ever, done in modern times. Effectively, it was akin tossing a witch out into the streets to fend for themselves. Not only could any opportunistic wizard come along to claim them, but due to process of severing a bond, the witch would completely surrender their free will. Even a house elf would have more autonomy.

"We're done." Harry left the office without another word.

They joined Neville in the waiting area once more and settled in until the Gryffindor prefect arrived. Harry tried not to let the interaction with the horrid woman taint his day. Not only was he finally starting Hogwarts, but his family had grown with three new witches.

Eventually, Ron joined them. The somewhat dazed look on his face was still present.

"Are you ok there?" Harry asked.

"Two witches." Ron whispered. "Two, Harry. No one in my family has ever had more than one. I've got two!"

"Good for you." Harry said with a smile. "That's pretty awesome."

"Are you sure you can afford it?" Draco as with a laugh. "Red hair, hand-me-down robes. I knew you were a Weasley before I heard your name."

Ron's face started to burn. Unfortunately, the other wizards were also in the waiting area.

"Malfoy." Harry said as he tilted his head to the side. "I know that name somewhere."

Draco preened at the recognition.

"Oh." Harry snapped his fingers. "I remember. Lucius Malfoy, he was the one who got caught in that bribery case last year."

"He was found innocent." Draco snapped.

"Right." Harry said slowly. "Because the evidence disappeared."

Neville covered a laugh with a cough. Ron had calmed down as well.

"Don't you dare talk about my father." Draco stormed over in front of him. "He is a great and powerful wizard." He sneered. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. What with your father vanishing on you."

Harry stilled.

"Yes." He nodded. "My father died while on a mission for an Unspeakable. He was a top auror with a lot of commendations." He paused. "A commendation is recognition for excellence in the field. It's one of those things that is earned, not bought."

"How dare you!" Draco screamed at him.

The situation was interrupted by the arrival of Professor McGonagall. Like all of the female staff, she wore a collar with the Hogwarts crest rather than a family.

"Mister Malfoy, Mister Potter." She raised her voice as she spoke. "That will be enough. Mister Malfoy, your father would expect better of you. You as well, Mister Potter."

Her stern gaze drifted over both of them. That seemed to calm the building conflict. At least for the moment. A collection of older students had arrived with her. They each wore house colors as well as prefect badges. Unfortunately, Umbridge had entered the waiting area as well. She had been attracted to the outburst and looked hungry for the drama.

"Now." Professor McGonagall said after a moment. "Your prefects will show you to your dorms." She paused as the older students stepped forward. "Mister Potter, I will take you to your suite."

"Why does he get a suite?" Draco asked in a loud voice with a touch of whine to it.

"Mister Potter has a large contingent of consorts and requires more space." Professor McGonagall replied.

The corners of her mouth dipped down ever so slightly. Harry wasn't sure if it was due to Malfoy being a spoiled brat, or something else. He really hoped it wasn't because of him. Umbridge already looked to want to cause a fuss. The pink toad… no that was an insult to toads. His brief encounter with the pink human-shaped thing was more than enough to last him for the rest of his life. McGonagall, while stern, seemed more reasonable. Having her against him as well would be truly unpleasant.

"That is outrageous!" Draco yelled.

"I agree, Mister Malfoy." Umbridge said in her forced faux-sweet voice. "It does sound like Mister Potter is getting special treatment, but such are the rules. Any wizard with such a large number of consorts is assigned special quarters."

"Any wizard?" Draco asked with a gleam in his eye.

Umbridge nodded, making her head wobble a bit too much.

"I, Draco Malfoy, on my honor and magic, hereby challenge Harry Potter to a duel for control of property." Draco practically yelled the proclamation. "The winner shall claim the other slaves while the loser shall relinquish all ownership, contracts, and alliances attached." A broad, smug smile crossed his face. "Do you accept?"

A cloud of gold mist rose from Draco's body. It swept into the center of the room. Draco had made it a true duel by invoking his magic. Rejecting the challenge was almost as bad as losing. Harry wouldn't have to pay the price, but the unanswered vow would not be idle. It would work to draw the two into more conflict once more.

"I accept." Harry answered. "Terms of victory?"

"Surrender or being unable to continue." Draco replied with a feral grin.

Unable to continue usually meant getting knocked unconscious. Being disarmed could technically cover it as well, but the open-ended wording was a less than subtle gauntlet.

"Agreed." Harry shrugged.

Umbridge was practically hopping with joy as she rushed to the center of the room. She shooed people out of the way to clear a spot. Then she raised the floor to form a classic Dueling Platform. Once that was done, she hopped up to stand in the center.

"I will officiate." She declared proudly.

"Dolores." Professor McGonagall spoke loud and clear. "As the only former duelist present when the challenge was issued, it falls to me to officiate."

Umbridge flashed McGonagall a sickly impression of a smile.

"Of course, Minerva." She stepped off the platform, the energy and surprising grace now swapped what she thought of as dainty. "It slipped my mind."

"Clearly." Professor McGonagall said flatly.

The professor strode over beside the center of the platform. She swished her wand before her to correct the measurements and level it properly. Once that was completed, McGonagall walked over to each wizard.

"Present your wands." She stated.

They did. Draco sneered at him all the while.

"Are there any unstated enchantments, protections, or charms on or about your person?" She asked.

Both shook their heads. She waved her wand in front of each to verify their claims.

"Do you wish to name a second?" She continued.

"No." Harry shook his head.

"Never." Draco practically cackled.

"The challenge has been accepted. The terms have been set." Professor McGonagall spoke with a steady, yet tired tone. "The matters at hand will be settled with this duel. Prepare yourselves while I gather a qualified wizard to act as witness." McGonagall scanned the surrounding crowd. Her gaze settled on Umbridge. "The duel will not begin until I return with a wizard to act as a witness. Any action taken before will render the challenge null and void."

The group watched as McGonagall strode from the room.

"Your slaves should prepare themselves." Draco glared at the trio of witches. "They'll soon know what it's like to be owned by a true wizard."

The blond wizard removed his robe with a flourish. It was standard practice to duel without one. They slowed down casting speed and were a tripping hazard.

"I remember the other place I've heard your name." Harry said casually. "Your mother, her name is Narcissa, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Draco shifted his glare to him.

"Narcissa Malfoy, formerly Narcissa Black." Harry clarified.

"Yes, and?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"She's Bellatrix's little sister." Harry commented.

Draco froze for a moment.

"How do you know that name?" He hissed.

Harry took off his robe and folded it up. He handed it to Sally who stood nearby.

"Bellatrix Black." Harry chuckled. "She's a consort to Sirius Black."

"Yes." Draco sounded even more impatient now. "The point being?"

"He is my godfather." Harry replied. "She's one of the witches that trained me in dueling."

"Pardon?" Draco squeaked.

"I told you before." Harry rolled his shoulders. "Lately, two witches have been teaching me how to duel. My mother and my godfather's wife, Bellatrix Black, have been training me."

Draco was naturally pale. When the color drained from his face it made him look almost gray.

"This should be interesting." Harry gave Draco a quick nod. "Aunt Bella said that her little sister was pretty good too. I'm looking forward to seeing what she's taught you."

"Yes." Draco cleared his throat. "Quite."

Professor McGonagall returned shortly with Professor Flitwick at her side. Harry knew him by reputation. His mother had been his apprentice after school. That and he was a former world champion duelists. There was a pretty large following of fans that wanted him to get back on the circuit.

"Duelists, to your spots." Professor McGonagall announced.

Harry and Draco took up positions opposite each other.

"Bow to your opponent." She ordered; her voice sounded annoyed.

They did.

"Begin on my signal." Professor McGonagall held up her wand. "Ready? Begin!"

Draco hopped forward, flicking out his wand. He shouted as he sent a bolt of lightning toward Harry. The air crackled as it shot toward him.

Harry swatted the spell away. He stepped to the side, slicing his wand vertically as he moved. A wave of ice shards rolled toward Draco. The blond wizard conjured a shield that was quickly encased. He sent the ice back at Harry with a concussive blast. Draco sprang into motion. He couldn't stay still. It wasn't a good idea even with a shield. His eyes went wide as the wall of ice stopped, forming a wall not far from where his shield had formed. The wall burst into mist, expanding, and increased in volume.

Draco began to panic as the mist slowly advanced. He tried a string of wind spells. When those didn't work, he swapped over to blasting curses. Little chunks of the mist shifted, but it didn't dissipate as it continued its approach. His body locked up as the cold cloud swallowed him. His view was cleared as it solidified, holding Draco in place. He was lifted off his feet. The mist clamped down, locking his arms and legs tightly in place.

Harry strode across the platform. He kept his wand pointed at the trapped wizard.

"That was disappointing." Harry shook his head as he came to a stop.

"You'll regret this." Draco spat at him. "My father will hear about this."

Any further words caught in his throat. The mist tightened around him.

"What were the terms of victory?" Harry asked.

Draco glared at him.

"Unable to continue." Harry tapped a finger on his chin. "Do you think this would qualify, or did you have something else in mind when you made the challenge?"

The expression on Draco's face flowed from anger to shock and briefly horror before he could put a disinterested mask in place. This was a duel bound by magic. The conditions of victory were judged by magic itself.

"Oh." Harry shook his head. "You wanted to humiliate me. All the better, you wanted to make it hurt."

Draco tried to keep a brave face. The mist listed an arm horizontally. He could feel stop when it out straight. The pressure from the mist spread along his arm to encase his hand then splayed his fingers.

"Now." Harry looked at the outstretched hand. "The questions becomes. How many fingers will it take?"

"I yield." Draco said quickly.

"Pardon?" Harry leaned his head in closer. "Could you say that a little louder so they can hear you?"

"I yield!" Draco yelled.

"Victory by way of surrender." Professor Flitwick announced. "Harry Potter."

The mist let him go, dropping him to the ground. Su Li let out a startled gasp. The collar around her neck vanished.

"Mister Potter." Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "You will need to complete the new bond shortly. The paperwork will need to be handled with your own means." She turned to face the Slytherin prefect. "Please fetch Miss Parkinson, presently."

Draco sprang to his feet, his wand leading the way. A sharp pain raced up his arm. The muscles cramped, twisting it up against his chest.

"Mister Malfoy." Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Delores will escort you to the healer."

It only took a couple of minutes for the Slytherin prefect to return. A rather confused girl followed him. Her hand ran along her freshly exposed neck. There was a slight panic in her eyes. She flinched at every wizard she saw, just waiting for them to claim her. While she wore a Hogwarts uniform, it was cut to fit her as tight as possible and incredibly short.

The prefect stopped and the girl ran into him. He rolled his eyes then pushed her forward. She stumbled a few steps before she caught herself. 

"Mister Potter." Professor McGonagall motioned for him toward the room they had just vacated. "Miss Parkinson and Miss Li, as you please."

The gasped as she realized who McGonagall had mentioned. Harry and his original trio of witches headed back into the room. Parvati steered Su Li along with them. Sally approached the Parkinson but kept her distance.

"What happened?" Parkinson asked once the door closed. "Who are you people?"

"My name is Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself. "Malfoy challenged me to a duel. He set the terms and lost. What is your name?"

"Pansy Parkinson." She said, clearly dazed. "I was contracted as his slave. My family is doomed. Lucius Malfoy is not a man you want to have as an enemy. He won't care if it was Draco who made the challenge, he will use this to break the alliance between our houses."

"No." Hermione spoke up. "He can't. Malfoy set the terms for the winner to claim the contracts, and alliances attached. Once the paperwork is done, any agreements they had with your family are going to be transferred to House Potter."

"Let's get this over with." Pansy tried to sound tough.

She marched over to Harry and dropped to her knees in front of him. The small shiver in her hands gave away her nervousness. She had his pants down around his ankles rather quickly. Pansy froze as her face was now incredibly close to his resting cock.

Without looking up at him, she opened her mouth wide and waited.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Presenting my mouth for you to use." She still didn't look at him.

Harry looked over at his trio for explanation. They seemed just as confused as he was. He held a hand down to her. She suppressed a flinch before she placed it on the back of her head.

"Stand up." Harry said.

"Sorry, master." She blushed. "I should disrobe first."

Pansy hurriedly removed her top giving him a brief look at her chest before she unhooked her skirt. Her breasts weren't too big, but they fit her frame nicely. She didn't have hair below her head. Her entire body was smooth and would have been blemish free if not for the multiple bruises.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry, master. I don't understand." Pansy tried not to look at him as she spoke.

"The bruises." Harry prompted. "What happened?"

"They are unsightly?" She asked. "Of course, they're unsightly. You wouldn't want to see the marks made by another. Please forgive me."

Pansy plucked her wand from the clothes at her feet. She murmured something under her breath that caused the bruises to disappear.

"You could do that at any time?" Hermione asked. "Then why did you still have them?"

"He liked to see them." Pansy actually looked at her. "We can speak once the master has claimed me."

"Did he do this to you too?" Harry asked Su Li.

She nodded.

"Can you heal her?" Harry directed the question to Pansy.

Pansy repeated the process, this time aimed at the other girl. Su visibly relaxed. She hurriedly disrobed once the spell healed her.

"On the bed." Harry instructed. "Both of you."

Su and Pansy did so quickly. They laid on their backs with their legs spread. Now that they were side by side, he could see that their bodies were quite similar. He doubted he would be able to tell them apart if he was blindfolded. Harry stopped at the edge of the bed before climbing between the Asian witches' legs. He whispered a spell, cleaning any remnants from her previous encounter. Once that was done, he dipped down between her legs. Su screamed as his tongue trailed the length of her slit. Her legs clenched against the side of his head. Even with his ears blocked he could hear her screams. He felt her pussy spasm on his tongue and slowed his movements, drawing out her orgasm. Once she had settled, he moved over to Pansy.

She gawked at him as he placed her legs on his shoulders. Her body shivered as the cleaning spell washed over her. Pansy tried to say something, but the words morphed into a moan as he gave her slit a quick lick. Harry continued on, making sure to use plenty of saliva as he kissed her lower lips passionately. Her thighs squeezed the side of his head as an orgasm rocked her body. It rolled into another and continued on until she was left limp on the bed.

Harry moved back to Su. He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. His fingers went through her hair, taking hold and pulling her into a deeper kiss. She moaned against his lips. He trailed his kisses lower, trailing along her neck, nipping at her collar bone. Her dark brown nipples were hard and just begged to be sucked.

Su arched her back at his touch. A lovely moan escaped her lips. Her hands suddenly needed to touch him. She groped his chest, his stomach, and ran through his hair. He leaned back to have enough space to run the tip of his cock along her slit. Su shuddered at the tease.

Harry pushed in, pausing after a few inches. Su moaned loudly; her body shivered as he entered her. He could feel her coming again already. Harry gripped her hips. She was incredibly tight. He started out slowly, each rock of his hips reached deeper.

Su mewled as she pulled him down for another kiss. He leaned forward, allowing his cock even deeper access. His grip on her hip drifted higher to grope her breast. Su began to meet his thrusts with her own. Their bodies clapped together as the speed increased. His hands raced back down to her hips. He gripped them hard and speared at her as deep as he could. Harry groaned as he shot rope after rope of his seed into her.

She groaned as he pulled out. Harry smiled as he rolled her over, face down on the bed. He raised her ass up off the bed, lined up with her rosebud and plunged into her once more.

"Fuck," Su squeaked.

He leaned over and captured her ear with his teeth. Harry kept one hand on her hip and used the other to grab a handful of hair. He kept the grip loose but solid.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me." Su screamed with each, steady thrust.

Harry couldn't last much longer. Su was cumming constantly. It drove him over the edge faster than he thought possible. He held her in place as he shot cum into her again and again. Su moaned as she rode out his orgasm. Her body went limp below him. She orgasmed a couple more times as he pulled out of her ass.

"Are you good to finish?" Harry asked the witch below him.

"I don't think I can move." Her voice came out in a slight slur. "Can you use my mouth?"

"I just need to cum in it, right?" Harry asked the witches around him.

"Yes." Hermione answered quickly.

Harry crawled around to the top of the bed. He began to stroke himself off. With the wonderful sight of two naked witches beneath him, it didn't take long. Once he felt his orgasm approaching, he stuffed his cock in Su's mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head before teasing the edge of his crown. He gripped her hair and held her in place. Harry's hips bucked of their own volition as he fed her pulse after pulse of his cum.

Su let out a happy sigh as he pulled out of her mouth. The now familiar silk collar formed around her neck. A fuck drunk smile played on her lips as she ran her fingers along the soft fabric.

"Are you ready, Pansy?" Harry asked.

The other girl stiffened. She had watched the them fuck the entire time.

"Yes." She whispered.

Harry moved over to between her legs. He ran his fingertips along her side. They drifted lightly as he rested his palms against her perky nipples. She sighed at his touch. The tension in her muscles eased. He teased the soft flesh of her breasts as he pulled his hands away.

He ran his fingers along her stomach. She giggled at the light touch. Pansy took a sharp, quick breath as he reached the space below her bellybutton. She watched as his refreshed cock rested against her wet lower lips. Ever so slowly, he pushed forward. He could feel her silken walls flutter around him as he moved deeper. Finally, their hips met. Her legs wrapped around him to hold him in place. Pansy was still and her eyes were closed, but her honeypot squeezed his member in a wild tempo.

Harry pulled back until only the knob of his cock was inside. He pushed back into her and made sure to keep the pace steady. Harry wanted to make sure she enjoyed every moment of this.

"Are you ready for me to move faster?" He asked her.

She nodded.

He picked up his pace. His hips snapped forward as he pounded Pansy into the mattress. Pansy locked her gaze with his. Confusion mingled with something else danced in her rich brown eyes. Harry captured her lips in a kiss. He slammed as hard and fast as he could. The fatigue had started to take hold. He could feel his orgasm approach already.

Pansy moaned. The sound pitched higher as his cum erupted into her. Harry made sure he penetrated as deeply as he could. Finally, his orgasm began to fade. He looked down to see Pansy had a sheepish smile on her face. He let out a contented sigh. His energy was on its last legs.

"Are you able to do the work for oral?" He collapsed on the bed between her and Su.

"Gladly, master." Pansy said in a husky voice.

Pansy climbed between his legs on her hands and knees. She kissed one thigh and then the next. Her hand stroked his legs, inching ever higher. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as she began to massage his balls. The fingertips on her free hand traced the length of his desperate erection. He really hoped he had two more left in him. Thirteen orgasms in a single day was quite a number, and he wasn't even finished with Pansy.

She quickly put that fear to rest. Pansy licked him from base to top, her tongue covered every part she could possibly reach. She finished the motion with a swirl along the crown. Harry bucked his hips on instinct. Pansy dove down, her lips locked around the width of his cock. She massaged his sack with skillful hands as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue wiggled back and forth along his shaft. As a final trick, she relaxed her throat to allow him entry.

Harry couldn't gather enough strength to warn her. The first spurt of cum tickled a little as it shot straight into her stomach. Her throat massaged his knob as she swallowed. She carefully pulled off of his cock. Pansy gave him a sly smile from between his legs.

"One more." Pansy stroked him to keep him hard.

"Here." Parvati held out a gloriously familiar bottle. "Lube."

"Thank you." Pansy said as she took the bottle.

She made sure to cover his cock with the lube. Pansy mounted him once she was satisfied he was hard enough. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as she lowered herself. Her wondrously tight rosebud hungrily welcomed his cock. Pansy easily took his entire length. She sank down with a pleased smile as her body shook.

Pansy bounced on his cock. Her muscles were squeezing him like mad as she came repeatedly. She kept a controlled rhythm that brought them both to the edge. Harry felt like his entire body went limp as his final orgasm started. He pulled her against him as he let loose with one more load of cum.

She hummed happily as her new collar formed around her neck.

"Thank you, master." Pansy whispered so only he could hear.

Harry couldn't speak. His eyes drifted closed. He had no more energy and could no longer fight the need to sleep.

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