Master Harry - Going Forward - Part 1

Dress robes were ridiculous. For all the amazing things about the magical world, the fascination with robes was one Harry would have gladly done away with. The robes he wore were expertly tailored to his exact size. From a certain angle the black fabric had a rich emerald, green shine to it. Regardless of the quality, it looked like Harry was wearing a dress.

What did the magical world have against pants?

"Are you sure I have to wear this?" Harry grumbled under his breath.

His mother, aunt, and Nym stood to his right a step behind him. The group waited in the hallway leading to the Entrance Room of the newly renovated Potter Manor. Welcome visitors would appear in the designated room where they would be greeted shortly.

"It would take two seconds to change." He continued.

Next to the trio he actually looked prudish. His long, flowing dress robes contrasted greatly against the strategically placed pieces of fabric hit women wore. The three of them looked gorgeous. Today he had to restrain himself from just taking them right there. Andi, particularly, looked absolutely fuckable. Her normal attire was a mix of comfortable clothes and dresses. Seeing her barely contained curves made his blood run hot.

"The Greengrass Family is known for being traditionalists." Andi whispered. "Our outfits are to convey our respect."

"That doesn't make any sense." Harry muttered. "Why would I want to show my women off? Only I can see you dressed like this."

"We'll get changed once this is finished." Lily soothed. "Get ready, they're here."

"Relax." Nym added quickly. "You look very pretty."

Harry shot a glare over his shoulder at her. He forced himself to face forward as the thick doors opened. For a social gathering, there would be an announcement and accompanying music. Fortunately, this was a private affair. It also meant that the number of people arriving was much smaller. Lords were able to display their coven at public events, and many did just that.

Four people entered the hall. Three of which were ladies. Two of those were dressed in similar outfits as the trio behind him. The youngest though, was dressed in a conservative dress with a high collar that practically reached up to her ears. The single man was dressed in a dress robes that Purebloods loved so very much. All three of the ladies had golden blonde hair. The two older had delicious curves.

"Lord Greengrass, welcome to Potter Manor." Harry took a step forward and gave a small bow. "It is an honor to have you as our first guest."

Andi had carefully worked out that greeting. It was a subtle way to show that not only had Harry come of age, but he now controlled the Potter Lordship with Lord Greengrass being the only person outside of the family to know. She explained that it was a way to show faith in their alliance as well as offer both parties a boon when working together. Harry was just glad that Andi knew how to do all of the political stuff, he was hopeless at it for now.

"Thank you, Lord Potter." The older man inclined his head. "The honor is ours. Allow me to introduce my wife Eve and our daughters, Daphne and Astoria."

Harry adjusted his posture, facing them, and inclining his head. Usually, a woman was referred to as a consort, slave, or if they were a complete jerk, property. Introducing the older woman as his wife showed how much he treasured and respected her. That, combined with the fact that the collar she wore was made of purple silk, showed that Lord Greengrass treated his consorts as valued resources rather than just breeding stock or living artwork.

"My pleasure." Harry said with a small smile.

His eyes drifted to the younger girl in the back. She was maybe fifteen, on the edge of her magical maturity, which meant it wasn't usual for her to be out of the house. Starting at fourteen witches were sequestered away to avoid Scalpers. Groups of wizards who would grab unclaimed witches before a stronger wizard could bind them. Technically, she was still under the protection of her father's magic, but that didn't prevent an underhanded enterprise from snatching her and hold her captive until she came of age.

The girl stared back at him, her blue eyes drilling into his. He could feel her magic flaring.

"Astoria." Lord Greengrass snapped.

The girl forced her magic under control. Her eyes did not leave Harry.

"I present to you, my first born daughter, Daphne Greengrass." Lord Greengrass motioned for her to step forward. "To take her as your consort to ensure our continued alliance."

"I, Lord Harry James Potter, accept Daphne Greengrass as my consort." Harry replied.

He held out his hand to Daphne. She took a step forward, only to be interrupted by her younger sister. Astoria sped to her. The younger girl hugged her tightly.

"Astoria." Lord Greengrass snapped.

Harry closed the space between them. Andi gasped as he broke protocol. He came to a stop beside the two sisters.

"Astoria?" Harry spoke softly.

She glared at him, hugging her sister even tighter.

"She will be safe." Harry reassured. "I swear it."

Astoria sniffled as she held Daphne close. Harry scooted a bit closer. Daphne's sharp eyes snapped at him as he was practically touching them now.

"I have an owl named Hedwig." Harry whispered. "Daphne will be free to write to you any time she wishes. Free of my influence. If you were younger, I'd invite you for regular visits."

That seemed to ease some of the tension from her body. Harry straightened up. He held his hand out to Daphne. They didn't speak as she took it. Daphne placed a kiss on Astoria's forehead before untangling herself from the hug.

"May House Greengrass prosper and our alliance strengthen." Harry gave Lord Greengrass a bow.

Lord Greengrass, his wife, and Astoria fell back to the practiced motions of ceremony. They made their way back to the apparition point. Astoria gave one final wave before they disappeared. Daphne returned it, only the slight shine of unshed tears in her eyes gave away her sorrow.

Her posture remained stiff as her family disappeared. Harry was glad that the custom of having the presenting family stay until the claim was complete had fallen out of style. That just sounded awkward.

"Fuck me sideways." Nym groaned. "Please tell me that means we can get out of these costumes. My nipples could cut glass."

Daphne blanched at that. Harry laughed as Andi scowled at Nym.

"Come on." Nym waved a hand at her mother. "Tell me you aren't freezing your tits off."

"Daphne." Harry shook his head. "These are my consorts. Lily Potter Nee Evans, Andromeda Potter Nee Black, and Nymphadora Potter Nee Tonks."

"Lily, Andromeda, Nymphadora." Daphne inclined her head. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to serving our master beside you all."

Nym glared at Harry.

"Nymphadora." Harry winked at Nym. "Prefers to go by Nym."

"Why?" Daphne asked. "Nymphadora is a beautiful name."

Andromeda perked up at that.

"Allow me to show you to the Master Bedroom." Andromeda said cheerfully.

Daphne looked at Harry, who nodded. She waited until he began to move before following a step behind him. Once Harry had claimed the Lordship, as well as the manor, he instinctively knew the floorplan. He was able to grant the knowledge to his consorts as he desired.

"The ground floor is used for large gatherings and official business." Andromeda explained as they made their way to the grand staircase. "The second floor is for smaller social gatherings. It also has rooms available for guests. The third floor is for the family. This is where the Master Bedroom is located, as well as each of our rooms."

Daphne arced an eyebrow at that.

"There is a shortcut to avoid having to use the stairs constantly." Andromeda led them to a painting off to the side of the staircase.

It was four feet wide and seven tall painting of an orchard. Andromeda tapped the left side of the frame three times. A moment later the orchard faded away to reveal a hallway. The group stepped through out to the third floor. Daphne looked over her shoulder to see a similar painting of the orchard.

"It only works for members of the Potter House." Andromeda explained.

She continued on with the tour down the hallway.

"These are unclaimed rooms set aside for consorts." Andromeda motioned to the doors as they passed. "The next three are ours. Feel free to take one for yourself."

They came to a stop at the end of the hall before a set of double doors.

"This is the master bedroom." Andromeda motioned to the doors. "Any questions?"

"You don't all sleep with our master?" Daphne asked.

Nym had already disappeared to her room. Lily had stayed on the tour.

"Sometimes." Andromeda blushed.

Harry opened the doors to the master bedroom. In square feet alone, it was bigger than the house the trio had lived in prior. The ceiling stretched to encompass two floors and strategically placed furniture broke the room up into smaller sections.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked Daphne.

She took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you for the consideration, master."

Daphne held her head high as she crossed the room to the expansive bed. It gave Harry enough time to bid farewell to Lily and Andromeda. The doors closed with a resounding thud that echoed through the room. Daphne forced herself not to startle at the sound.

She made it to the bed, stripped out of the outfit, and dropped to her knees beside it. With her eyes closed, she opened her mouth to wait. Her shoulders tensed as she felt him approach.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he came to a stop in front of her.

"Preparing to be claimed." Daphne explained without opening her eyes.

"That's not going to work for me." Harry sighed.

Daphne opened her eyes to see him still dressed. Her mother and the other consorts had trained her for this. Hopefully, they could get it over quickly. The fertility potions she had taken this morning would help produce an heir as well. She hoped that getting pregnant during the claiming process meant they wouldn't have to share a bed as often.

Lord Greengrass loved her mother. Daphne held no illusions that she would be as lucky. Astoria was under the impression that being a consort was romantic. She didn't understand that most Lords weren't exactly pleasant to their equals, let alone those they considered lesser.

Daphne didn't allow herself such flights of fantasy. Considering how the others acted so far, it was possible that Lord Potter wasn't interested in women. That would make conceiving an heir a little difficult, but that was the best she could hope for.

Harry stood over her. He was still fully dressed. Maybe he expected her to undress him?

She stood, ignoring how he looked at her, and began to unbutton the dress robes. The fabric was rather pretty. It felt nice as well. She would have enjoyed having clothing made from the same material, as long as they didn't add so many damned buttons.

"Daphne." Harry snapped.

She jumped, then schooled her face to hide her surprise.

"Yes, master?" She asked as she schooled her voice to her practiced tones.

"I really want out of this gown, and you are gorgeous, but slow down." Harry ordered. "Take a seat, relax. I'll take care of my clothes."

Daphne did as ordered. She sat on the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes on the floor.

"Tell me." Harry was genuinely curious. "How did you want to do this?"

Daphne glanced up at him for a moment. Her brow furrowed in an unasked question before dropping her gaze back to the floor.

"I would present myself for you to claim my mouth, then my vagina, and my anus." She recited. "Once that was completed, you would place your collar on me to mark your ownership."

"That sounds…" He drifted off. "Formal."

Daphne nodded. She tried not to react when his dress robes finally fell to the floor.

"Daphne." Harry said firmly. "Look at me."

She did. Her eyes drifted over his sleek form. He looked like it was from actual activity rather than sculpted by magic. The wizards who did that were almost too perfect. Something about them didn't look right. Her eyes stopped as she got a look at his penis. She frowned. It was softening rather than getting hard. Maybe he did prefer wizards over witches.

"Am I not pleasing to look at?" Daphne asked arcing an eyebrow at him.

"You're damned sexy." Harry replied with a smile. "This whole 'lay back and think of England' attitude is killing the mood."

"Do you want me to scream?" She growled. "Are you a sick bastard who wants me to struggle like some scared little girl?"

Harry laughed. She flinched. Damn, did she push too far?

"No." He shook his head. "Sex should be fun. It should feel good." He paused. "Are you a witches witch?"

"No!" She snapped. "That's the only option since I'm not begging for your cock?"

"Damn, you're feisty." Harry couldn't help but laugh again.

"Feisty?" Daphne glared. "You want feisty?"

Daphne lunged for him, grabbing his shoulders, and pulling him to the bed. She pressed him flat on his back before dropping to her hands and knees, practically planting her face on his stomach. He looked down to see her glaring at his dick. She jumped as it twitched.

"You did that on purpose." She accused.

"That was all you." Harry said with a sly grin.

She glared at him. One hand wrapped around his hardening shaft and began to stroke. Her soft hand gripped firmly as she worked him to full hardness. Her mother had trained her for this with books and discussion. She knew how to do this. In theory.

Daphne tentatively touched the tip of her tongue against his shaft. She snapped back to study it. He didn't taste unpleasant. It wasn't like anything she had tasted before, but it wasn't horrible. She tried again, a longer lick along his shaft.

Harry let out a small noise. She looked up at him with a smug, pleased look. The crooked smile settled back on his face, spiking the fire inside her once more. She took that as a challenge.

Daphne dropped her head down. She opened her mouth, taking his hardening cock in her mouth. Her progress halted once the tip of his crown touched her throat. She popped back up, staring accusingly at his cock. In the brief time between her longer lick and taking him into her mouth his member had grown.

She slid back to get a better look. It felt harder in her hand and was now stretched her grip. She stroked him, watching enthralled as he continued to harden and grow. Curiosity overpowered the rush of anger. She stacked her other hand on top of the first to find it easily fit the length with a little more space to spare. The tips of her fingers just barely touched.

"Too much for you?" Harry teased.

Daphne shot him a smoldering glare. The blush that stretched from her chest all the way to her cheeks lessened the impact. She dove back down, starting at the base of his cock. Her tongue wiggled back and forth as she rose. Once she was at the top, she swirled along the edge of his head, and placed a kiss on his crown.

A wicked smile played across her face as Harry let out a long moan.

She dropped lower, licking his sack before taking one of his balls into her mouth. Daphne gave it a quick suck then popped it out, switching over to the other to make sure it wasn't left out. She lingered on his sack, finding herself drunk on his scent. It took an effort of will to shift her attention back to his shaft.

Harry didn't seem to mind.

Daphne stared down at the throbbing member. This was her doing. She had made him this hard. Her lust drunk brain didn't care about showing him he wasn't some toy. She took him into her mouth, stopping once he made her gag. He wasn't going to let him win. She continued to bob, forcing herself to go further.

Harry was breathing hard. He looked down at her. Watching as she worked his cock in a frenzy. She thought she was in control. How cute. He threaded his hands through her hair as she bobbed. Every other stroke he added a small push.

Daphne wasn't sure when, but sometime during the process she bypassed her annoying gag reflex. She was now taking him deep in her throat. His hands were in her hair, begging for release, trying to take control. The poor fool. A rush of victory mingled with the throbbing of his cock. His member pulsed in her throat as he shot his seed.

She popped up, taking a deep breath. Her face was a mask of pure victory. The expression faltered as she met his eyes. She hadn't known him for long, but she recognized when someone was mocking her. A small growl escaped her as she began to stroke him back to hardness.

"What's your plan for me, huh?" She asked as her hands worked. "Are you going to turn me into a breeder? Just a walking baby factory? Are you going to parade me around naked in front of all your sycophants?"

Harry sighed. He was going to have to do this the hard way. Harry reached out to where her 'outfit' had been discarded. He bucked his hips, sending her flailing to the bed beside him. A flick of his hand brought the strips of fabric zipping through the air. A couple split away and wrapped around her hand, tying her to the headboard. Another slid in place as a gag.

"I've had enough of your attitude." Harry got off the bed.

He stood next to it looking down at her. Slowly, he walked around the bed. She watched him as much as she could. Her eyes burned with rage.

"Here are the options." Harry came to a stop at the foot of the bed. "One. I can claim you and you will stop being such a cunt. Two. I can claim you and treat you like a cumdump that doesn't have the privilege to speak. Three. I send you back to your family, unclaimed, and drop this alliance. Four. I send you out into the world, unclaimed, and let fate handle it." He paused, staring at her. "Honestly, I don't care which one you choose. This alliance wasn't my idea, some long dead Lord Potter came up with it. I already have three consorts and I'm going to get more when I get to Hogwarts. Using you as a cumdump wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience. I'd set you up with a table to bend over so I wouldn't have to look at you, make sure your straps were comfortable, and that you were fed regularly. If you ask nicely, I might even give you some time to walk around too."

Harry watched her. After a while her breathing evened out and she stopped glaring at him.

"I'm going to remove the gag now." Harry said. "The choice is yours."

He twirled a finger, summoning the gag. She took a deep breath.

"Lord Potter." Daphne said.

Her voice had a small tremble to it. Unfortunately, he didn't know her well enough yet to figure out which emotion caused it.

"I apologize for my rash behavior." She sounded like she was reciting a rehearsed speech. "It was not my intent to disrespect. I beg your forgiveness and thank you for the choices you have provided."

Harry held up his hand. She stopped.

"I don't need my ego stroked." He crossed his arms. "Tell me your choice."

"I will stop being such a cunt, as you eloquently put it." Daphne answered.

"That doesn't sound all that convincing." Harry scoffed.

"I'm feisty." She shrugged.

Harry nodded in thought. He got back on the bed, settling between her legs.

"This is your only warning." He held up a finger. "Anymore and you will be punished."

There was a small flash in her eyes. Daphne spread her legs wider without a word.

"You're going to make this difficult, aren't you?" Harry shook his head.

A flick of his wrist returned the gag over her mouth. He lifted up her legs and rested them on his shoulders. Leaning forward, the tip of his crown found her lips. Without waiting, he plunged down, hilting himself in her. Daphne let out a muffled scream.

"You know." Harry decided to skip the buildup and started hammering his hips fast and hard. "I like it when a girl enjoys sex. Having a partner that is a dead fish and just lays there, or worse, obviously doesn't want to be there, kills it for me."

He paused, focusing on how tight she felt as he continued his best efforts to fuck her through the bed. Harry adjusted his grip on her hips, lifting her up slightly for a better angle. Daphne let out a string of vocalization as he started up again.

"Foreplay can be fun too." He said between thrusts. "I want to make my girls cum so many times they forget how to speak." Another pause as he focused on making sure each motion ended with a clap of their bodies. "Then you come along and treat this like a fucking business transaction."

Daphne's pussy clamped down on him. Her words were garbled sound through the gag. Harry grunted, pushing as deep as he could as her orgasm pushed him over the edge. His eyes met hers as he filled her with his seed. The fire in her eyes was still burning strong.

Harry pulled out of her without preamble. He lifted a hand and rolled his fingers. The bindings on Daphne's wrists released from the headboard. He flipped her over onto her stomach. Another roll of his fingers reattached the bindings, pulling her arms out in front of her and lowering the upper half of her body to the bed.

He rubbed her last hole with his fingers. A quick cleaning and lubing spell got her ready. Harry tapped the head of his cock against her cheeks, getting his member back to full hardness.

"You don't like me?" He pressed the tip of his crown against her rosebud. "Fine. We don't have to talk."

Harry threaded a hand in her hair, pressing her face into the mattress. He pushed in, popping the head of his cock in her ass. Slowly, he pressed deeper. He stopped once his entire length was inside.

"Damn, you have a nice ass." Harry moaned.

It was hard to tell through the gag and how her face was positioned, but it sounded like she was moaning as well. His hips moved in a short back and forth pattern out of necessity. She was annoying, but he wasn't going to hurt her. Unless he begged.

"Pick out a room." He said as he picked up speed. "Get your stuff ready for Hogwarts and leave me the fuck alone." Harry stopped holding back. He pounded her, punishing her ass. "We don't have to look at each other. We don't have to speak to each other." He pulled back on her hair, lifting her face from the bed. "But never forget for a moment that I OWN you."

Harry slammed forward. He let out a shaky moan as he emptied himself into her backdoor. For the first time since he had started claiming witches, he didn't care if she was finished or not. Harry let go of her hair, letting her flop back face first on the bed. He gave a couple more strokes before pulling out. Harry took a moment to admire how wonderful her ass and pussy looked leaking his cum.

A sharp snap of his fingers removed the gag and the bindings on her wrists. Daphne slumped to the side. She was still breathing hard. Her body was shaking as she rode through one final orgasm. He plucked the gag from where it had fallen on the bed near her. The fabric felt nice against his relaxing dick as he cleaned himself off. Once his shaft was done, he stuck the gag back by her lips. Daphne opened her mouth. He watched as she closed her lips around it.

He patted her cheek. This time, he didn't use magic to hold it there. She could spit it out on her own.

"You may call me Sir or Master." Harry got off the bed. "Anything else is a privilege you haven't earned."

Harry strolled across the room to the master bath. He found Nym waiting, she had already prepared the large tub with hot, sudsy water.

"That was something." Nym said with a wicked smile.

"Enjoy the show?" Harry asked as he slid in the water beside her.

"Very." Nym slipped over to him.

She took a handful of soap then began to lather up his chest and shoulder.

"It's a shame." She pouted. "I was hoping she'd join us for a bath."

Harry shook his head and sighed.

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AN:
Today is my birthday. Sorry for skipping the scheduled update.