Harry looked around the living room of his beach villa, looking into the faces of his friends. It had been a week since he, Hermione, and Emma visited Agranov, setting the events in motion to cripple her business operations.
“Ron and I took care of Levski,” Harry said, starting the meeting. “We got past his wards without too much difficulty and took care of his men. When we questioned him, he confirmed they’re after the throne, and Krum has the journal.”
“We also stripped the house of any valuables, and left behind some forged letters implicating Krum as the perpetrator,” Ron added with a smirk.
“The letters were a good idea,” Neville agreed wholeheartedly. “They were just enough to implicate Krum, without presenting enough evidence for a formal investigation.”
“That was the idea,” Fred agreed. “Krum has a history of covering his tracks, so it would look strange if he didn’t do that this time.”
“Smart,” Hermione agreed. “A formal investigation runs the risk of clearing him.”
“It worked even better than we thought,” Neville revealed. “My contacts tell me that cracks are already forming between Krum, and the few covens he’s on good terms with. Without Levski, they can’t hide his instability or his violent outbursts anymore. All that, combined with his loss to Harry, cost him a lot of influence.”
“We’re getting reports about Agranov’s latest batch of potions too,” George smiled. “It turns out whoever she had in charge of brewing the potions was too afraid to tell her what really happened to the Boomslang skin. They used the spoiled ingredients and a few black market tricks to make the potions look the same.”
“What happened when people actually used them?” Emma asked, curiously.
“We don’t have exact numbers,” Fred explained. “But from what we heard, a good chunk of them ended up with blisters, rashes, and other skin irritations. Agranov blamed the brewers for botching the potions, but people are canceling orders left and right. Our sales are already up another thirty percent because of it.”
“They’re probably afraid the rest of her potions are sub standard as well,” Harry smirked.
“Krum is also furious with her,” Neville added. “I doubt he’ll do anything. Even in his current state, he knows he can’t afford to lose another member of his coven, but I doubt that’s much comfort to Agranov after what happened to Levski.”
“Good,” Hermione nodded, liking the idea of keeping her off balance. “Without Agranov’s resources and Levski’s help, it’ll take Krum a lot longer to find the throne.”
“Nina is already looking for a way out,” Luna added. “She’s convinced that Krum killed Levski and thinks that she’s next on the chopping block.”
“What’s happening with Vasiliev, Neville?” Harry asked, remembering that he was the one that wanted to handle him.
“It’s going slower that I’d like,” Neville admitted. “Vasiliev’s a born opportunist, so he already sees the writing on the wall for Krum. It’s made him cautions about who approaches him.”
“That might actually work to our favor,” Harry said after a moment’s thought.
“What are you thinking?” Ron asked, curiously.
“Vasiliev already suspects Krum killed Levski,” Harry said, thinking out loud. “So I bet he’s already acting nervous around Krum. What if Krum received a tip that it was actually Vasiliev that killed Levski?”
Hermione’s eyes widened, then she smirked, seeing where Harry was going with this. “That’s brilliant! Vasiliev was already mad at Krum for losing his territory in the duel.”
“Exactly,” Harry smiled, laying out the plan. “Vasiliev goes to Levski and tells him he wants to force Krum out of the coven, and asks for his support. Levski refuses, and Vasiliev goes with Plan B. He kills Levski, puts the blame on Krum, and kills two birds with one stone. No one is willing to join Krum’s coven because of the rumors, and Vasiliev can go to the triumvirate and ask for Krum to be excluded.”
“Yeah, that will definitely do it,” Fred agreed with a laugh. “Heck, I know you made it up, and I still sort of believe it.”
“How are we going to get the evidence to Krum?” Emma said, asking the obvious question. “If it comes from any of us, he’s not going to believe a word of it.”
“I can make him believe it,” Neville said confidently, wanting to put the final nail in the coffin for Vasiliev and his family. “Our families go way back,” he explained. “I don’t have any proof of it, but I think they had a hand in Lestrange going after my family.”
“What makes you say that, Neville?” Hermione asked, curiously.
“They’ve been funding and propping up dark lords the world over for hundreds of years,” Neville explained. “For them, it didn’t matter who was fighting, what the war was about, or even who won and lost. They supplied both sides of the war, and after it ended, they helped who ever won rebuild,” he finished darkly.
“After Lestrange put my parents in the long-term wing of St. Mungo’s, my family businesses were left in disarray, and the Vasiliev’s swooped in, taking over my family’s share of the market. They couldn’t have acted as fast as they did without knowing it was going to happen beforehand,” Neville finished.
“So what’s your plan?” Harry asked.
“I’ll go to Krum with the evidence,” Nevile explained. “He already knows about our family histories, so it won’t come as a surprise that I’m using this opportunity to get back at Vasiliev.”
“Krum is unstable, but not stupid,” Emma pointed out. “He know’s who’s side you’re on. How are you going to get him to believe you?”
“I won’t be giving him the information for free,” Nevile explained. “There’ll be three conditions. First, I want him to publicly exclude Vasiliev from his coven. Second, I want to be there when he kills him, and last, I want to join his coven as second in command.”
Harry nodded, impressed by Nevile’s forethought. “Not bad. I think Krum will go for that.”
“He will,” Ron agreed. “That’s exactly what Krum would do in Nevile’s position, so he won’t even question your motivations.”
“Alright, the next coven meeting is at the end of the month,” Harry said. “George, Fred, can you have the ‘evidence’ ready to go by then?”
“No problem,” George replied, already planning out what to include.
Harry, Hermione, and Emma sat outside on the balcony watching the sunset. Their friends had left a few days ago to make their own arrangements.
Harry idly sipped at his drink, deep in thought. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. After being in as many battles as he had, he developed a sixth sense for this kind of thing.
“What are you thinking about, Master?” Hermione asked, her head leaning on his shoulder. She could see the look of concentration on his face, and how unusually quiet he was, and knew something was wrong.
“Just a feeling,” Harry dismissed with a sigh. “It’s probably nothing.”
“What is it?” Emma asked from his other side.
“…Something doesn’t feel right,” Harry finally admitted.
“What?” Hermione and Emma asked together, giving him their full attention.
“That’s just the thing,” Harry said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know… it isn’t any one thing. There’s just so much that doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“Like what?” Emma asked.
“For one, the Triumvirate,” Harry explained. “They’re supposed to be the most powerful witches and wizards in the world, dark lords in all but name. Why would they ever willingly give up power? Why would they operate in the shadows after everything they achieved? Voldemort, Grindelwald, Slytherin all three of them wanted everyone to know their name, and fear them, so why doesn’t the Triumvirate?”
“It’s a good point,” Emma agreed, having never really thought about it before
“…Maybe it’s because they all lost,” Hermione said after a moment’s thought. “All of them operated openly, all of them were feared. Maybe they realized it was only a matter of time before someone showed up to challenge them and wipe them off the board.”
“…Maybe,” Harry agreed, still unable to shake the feeling that he was missing something. From the memories he received from Voldemort, he knew it wasn’t that simple. From the perspective of a dark lord, they wanted it all. Their greed and ego wouldn’t let them settle for anything less than everything.
“What else, master?” Emma pressed.
“The throne,” Harry replied. “It just feels too convenient. It’s been nothing but a myth for all this time. No one could even find a single scrap of evidence that it exists, and a journal with all the clues leading to it just fall into Krum’s lap?”
“That is suspicious,” Hermione agreed. “You think someone is pulling the strings?”
“…Maybe… I don’t know,” Harry said, shaking his head. “That’s why it’s bothering me. Why would anyone give something like that away instead of keeping it for themselves?”
“Sometimes the simplest explanations are the right ones,” Emma replied. “It was only a matter of time before someone came across Allaric’s remains. It was inside Krum’s territory. Maybe it was just coincidence or luck.”
Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair, acknowledging the point. ‘Maybe I’m seeing patterns where they weren’t any,’ he thought. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I’ll be glad when this is all over,” Hermione said. When they dealt with Voldemort, she had genuinely believed the wizarding world had turned a page, and they could go on to build something better. When she found out about Krum, the covens, the triumvirate, and what the wizarding world was really like, it had knocked the wind out of her sails. “I’m tired of looking over my shoulder, wondering what’s going to happen next.”
Emma nodded her head in agreement. “Me too. I love it here on the island, and I love being with both of you, but I feel like we’ll need a vacation when this is over.”
“Really?” Harry said with a wry smile, wrapping his arms around Hermione and Emma. “Where would you want to go?” He asked.
“…You know what?” Emma said with a laugh. “I didn’t think that far ahead. Anywhere would be fine, even right here on the island. Just imagine it. No conspiracies, no dark lords hiding in the shadows, no giant mysteries to solve. Just days like this, watching the sunset, walking on the beach… more time in the bedroom,” she finished with a coy smile.
Harry laughed, liking the idea as well. Ever since he got Voldemort’s memories, he’s been pushing himself to reach one goal or another. “It would be nice to take a step back,” he agreed.
“I wish it was that easy,” Hermione added. “We still have to deal with Krum and his coven.”
“We’ve already taken care of Levski,” Harry reminded her. “Agranov,” he smirked, remembering their last meeting, “won’t have anywhere near the power or wealth she has now, not after the twins finish with her.”
“That still leaves Vasiliev, Poliakoff, and Krum,” Hermione pointed out. “There’s still a chance they find the throne first, and if they do, everyone loses.”
“We still have time,” Harry said, kissing Hermione’s forehead. “And if the coven meeting goes the way we planned, Vasiliev will be the next one to fall, and Krum won’t be able to find it on his own.”
“Master?” Emma asked, snuggling in to Harry. “Have you thought about what we should do when we find the throne?”
Harry mentally sighed, knowing this question was coming. Voldemort’s memories, echoing in his head, were all saying the same thing. Find the throne and claim it for himself. He had given it a great deal of thought, and knew that he couldn’t just leave it for someone else to find.
“You’re thinking about using it, aren’t you?” Hermione asked, feeling uneasy about it. She knew that if someone had to claim it, it should be her master, better him than the next dark lord that reared their head. ‘It would have been so much better if it just stayed buried forever,’ she thought bitterly.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” Harry replied honestly. “But what choice do we have?” He asked, thinking about the long list of people that would abuse its power.
Hermione looked at Harry, feeling worried for him, wondering if having that kind of power would change him, or worse, corrupt him. “…It’s just too much power for one person to hold,” Hermione revealed. “What if the power changes you?”
“That’s why I depend on you two,” Harry replied honestly. “To pull me back before I cross the line.”
“It won’t come to that, Master,” Emma denied. “I know you’ll do the right thing when the time comes,” she added with absolute conviction
They lapsed into a long, comfortable silence after that, watching the last rays of sunshine settle over the horizon as the sun set.
“…How do you think Agranov took it when she woke up the next morning?” Harry asked, a smirk on his face as he remembered the state they had left her and her slave in.
Hermione and Emma laughed out loud, imagining what it must have been like for her, adding some much needed levity to the somber moment.
“We left her in a pretty bad state, didn’t we?” Emma asked, laughing mirthfully.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Hermione remarked saucily. “From where I was standing, it looked like they were both enjoying themselves.”
“They did, didn’t they?” Harry smiled, remembering the rare treat of seeing Agranov lose control.
“I feel a little bad for her slave, Mattie,” Emma added. “I can’t imagine Agranov was pleased when she woke up in that kind of position with her slave.”
“No,” Harry replied. “I think Mattie had more than a few spankings after that.”
“You don’t think she hurt her, did you?” Hermione asked, biting her lip, now wondering if they had taken things too far.
“No,” Harry dismissed. “From what I’ve heard, she’s had the same slave for years now. She would have been angry, but she wouldn’t have taken things too far. Besides that, she enjoyed herself way too much to stay angry for very long.”
“In that case,” Emma said, standing up. “Why don’t we go enjoy ourselves?” She suggested, looking over her shoulder as she walked back into the Villa.
Hermione smirked, standing up as well. “See you inside, master,” she said, leaning down to kiss him before following Emma inside eagerly.
Harry smirked, watching his girls leave. He drained the last of his drink, looking up at the night sky for a few moments before he went inside as well.
It didn’t long for Harry to find Hermione and Emma when he stepped into the villa. They were on the rug next to the fireplace, embraced in a passionate sixty-nine. He leaned against the door frame, watching them, eyes lidded with desire.
The light from the fire flickered over their toned and sensual forms as they writhed together, their moans of desire filling the air, underscored by the crackle of the fire as the shadows danced across their nude forms.
Harry made his way to his armchair, sitting down to watch them together, enthralled by their sensual dance as they drifted between dominance and submission, an ebb and flow to their movements.
Hermione moaned as she rolled on top of Emma, her face buried between her thighs as she delicately licked at her slit, teasing her with the tip of her tongue. She felt a tingle of desire as she heard her master’s footsteps as he came into the living room. She could feel his eyes on them, adding another level of sensuality and hedonism to their dance.
Emma groaned as Hermione rolled on top of her, feeling her hot breath on her dripping cunt, sending a shiver of desire down her spine. She returned the favor, giving a long, slow lick to Hermione’s cunt as she massaged her thighs.
When Harry walked into the living room, he noticed a subtle but noticeably shift to their lovemaking, an obvious product of their lessons with Daphne. They didn’t even think about it now, naturally altering their movements when they felt their master’s eyes on them.
Emma rolled over, putting herself back on top as she pressed a finger into Hermione’s slick cunt, pumping it slowly as she sucked on her clit, smiling as she heard Hermione’s hitched breath and gasps of pleasure as they wrestled for dominance.
Hermione groaned as Emma arched her back, lifting her hips just enough so she could no longer reach her slick folds. She looked up at Emma’s glistening cunt, tantalizingly just out of reach.
She tried to free herself from Emma’s grip, trying to wrestle control away from her, but Emma was prepared for it, pining her down as she lapped at her cunt. She gasped as Emma’s fingers found just the right spot and thrust her hips up to meet her invading digits.
Reaching up, Hermione cupped Emma’s ass, kneading her cheeks as she pulled her down, her tongue now just a hair’s breath from her dripping cunt.
Emma groaned as she felt Hermione’s hot breath on her cunt once again, struggling against Hermione’s grip as their sensual dance continued. She looked over her shoulder at their master, seeing they had his undivided attention.
The distraction cost her, as Hermione unexpectedly rolled her onto her side, slipping out from underneath her, and getting on her hands and knees.
She followed suit as they circled each other, crawling on top of the carpet, each looking for an opening. Darting her eyes across the room, she could see their master had unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. She licked her lips subconsciously, imagining her lips wrapped around his manhood, as they circled each other like a pair of lionesses on the prowl.
Hermione quickly took advantage of Emma’s distraction, surging forward, and pinning her wrists to the ground above her head as she pressed her thigh into the junction between her spread thighs.
Emma let out a gasp as Hermione ground her thigh against her dripping cunt, straining against Hermione’s grip as she writhed underneath her. She didn’t have to look up at their master to know he was enjoying the show. She let out a moan, feeling Hermione’s breasts pressed tightly against hers as she ground her thigh against her pussy.
She let out a shuddering breath as she snaked her arms down Hermione’s back, cupping her ass, and pressing her dripping cunt down on her own thigh. They locked eyes, a silent challenge between them as moved together, each trying to get the other off first as they ground their pussies together.
Harry watched from his seat, slowly stroking his cock as their intimate dance continued, eager to see where they would take things next. He sometimes forgot they were mother and daughter. They looked closer to twins now than anything else, adding another forbidden temptation to their love making.
Emma let out a keening moan as she strained against Hermione’s grip, but without any leverage, it was all but impossible to free herself. She looked up at Hermione, their lips less than an inch apart as they struggled against each other.
Licking her lips, Emma tilted her head up, planting a kiss on Hermione’s soft lips as they continued to pleasure each other. She felt Hermione’s tongue pressing insistently against her lips and parted them, allowing her entry, moaning into this kiss as she felt Hermione’s tongue exploring her mouth.
She felt Hermione’s grip on her wrists slacken ever so slightly and took full advantage, pulling her wrist free. Darting her arm down Hermione’s back, she wrapped her fingers around the base of her plug, twisting and turning it as she teased her back entrance.
Hermione’s eyes widened as she felt her plug vibrate, a low, pulsing rumble, instinctively knowing it was her master’s doing. She tore her lips from Emma’s, letting out a shuddering breath as Emma took control. With their current position, Emma’s plug was just out of her reach, making it impossible for her to return the favor. She arched her back, cupping Emma’s breast with her free hand, teasing her nipple with her thumb as she continued to grind her thigh against Emma’s dripping cunt, unwilling to concede victory just yet.
Emma smirked up at Hermione, knowing she had her on the ropes now as she pumped the plug in and out of her ass. She could see Hermione bitting her lip as she tried to contain her moans, struggling to roll them over onto their sides.
She could feel her orgasm approaching, but could tell by the look in Hermione’s eyes she was closer, but with both of them feeling the eyes of their master on them it was still anyone’s game.
“UGH!” Hermione groaned, beginning to lose control as Emma expertly teased her body, driving her closer and closer the edge. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She groaned as Emma pumped the plug into her ass, losing even more ground as Emma kissed and suckled her neck. She could feel Emma’s nipple, hard as a rock as she continued to tease it, but knew she was at a disadvantage.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes pleading as she looked to her master, hoping for his intervention as her competitive nature refused to let her just surrender. Her eyes trailed down to her master’s cock, rigid and stiff as he watched them, letting out a keening moan as she imagined him inside her.
Emma knew she had victory in her grasp as she pressed her thigh against Hermione’s dripping cunt. She could feel her hand on her wrist, alternating between trying to break her grip and pushing her ass up to meet her thrusts. Hermione was close, she just needed to keep the pressure on.
Hermione let out another grunt as Emma continued to thrust the dildo into her ass. She was struggling to hold on, just riding the edge of her orgasm. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She grunted, knowing that she had to time this just right. Instead of moving in rhythm with Emma’s thrusts she threw her weight to the side, catching Emma by surprise as they landed on their side.
Hermione contained her surprise when she felt something land in the palm of her hand. Instinctively, she wrapped her fingers around it tightly before it clattered to the floor. She recognizing what it was and knew that her master had joined their game.
Emma let out a surprised yelp as she felt her plug activate, rumbling deep in her ass. She prepared herself, knowing that Hermione would return the favor, but her eyes widened, as she let out a loud moan as she felt a dildo slip into her dripping cunt. She couldn’t help herself, grunting as Hermione pistoned the dildo into her slick pussy, joining her in her moans of pleasure. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”
She could feel the tide turning as Hermione quickly made up ground, putting them back on an even playing field as they each struggled to hold back their orgasms, while trying to get the other to surrender.
Harry watched his girls, a lustful smirk on his face as they continued their sensual battle, trying to score a victory over the other, not realizing that he had already decided how this would end.
He floated a second dildo into the living room, using his magic to guide it to Hermione’s dripping pussy as he subtly took control of Emma’s plug, before his girls even realized what happened he pierced Hermione’s slick folds with the dildo, magically pumping Emma’s plug into her ass at the same time.
Hermione and Emma’s eyes widened, both of them letting out ragged breaths as they felt their master’s handiwork. They both still had control of the plug and dildo in their hands, but Harry had taken control of the other. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” They grunted together, both of them losing any sense of control as they felt the plugs and dildos inside them vibrate powerfully.
Hermione was the first to lose her grip on the dildo as waves of pleasure crashed over her, followed quickly by Emma’s fingers going slack on the plug she was holding.
Without missing a beat Harry took full control, pushing his slave’s pleasure higher and higher as he continued his sensual onslaught, pumping their dildos and plugs inside them faster and faster.
Hermione moaned, clinging to Emma, their heaving chests pressed tightly together as their master took them. The dull ache of the plugs in their asses mirroring the pleasure in their slick cunts as they writhed on the ground, their master holding back their orgasm as he worked them into a sexual frenzy.
“Oh GOD!!! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Hermione grunted, falling into rhythm with Harry’s thrusts, her earlier battle with Emma forgotten in the hedonistic pleasure of her master’s iron clad control over them.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Emma moaned in delight, alongside her daughter as she rode the edge of her orgasm. “Don’t stop! So close! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she moaned wantonly, her body alive with pleasure. “We need to cum!” she begged, “Please Master!!”
Hermione quickly joined in with Emma, her grunt and moans of pleasure filling the room. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”
Harry watched his girls writhing on the floor as he stroked his cock, their bodies glistening with sweat as they clung to each other. In his eyes, this was when they looked the most beautiful, when they were at the absolute peak of their pleasure. “Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice silky and smooth, his eyes filled with desire as he watched their orgasms wash over them.
“AWGAWDDDD!!” Hermione and Emma screamed out together, their bodies trembling with pleasure as they came, quickly followed by a second, and a third orgasm, leaving them gasping for breath.
Harry quietly rose from his chair, eager for his own release as he made his way to his still recovering slaves, kneeling down beside them.
He rolled Hermione onto her stomach, pushing her knees underneath her chest, then helped Emma to straddle Hermione’s back. Taking a step back, he stared lustfully at their dripping pussies lined up and waiting for him. He pulled the dildos from their slick cunts, letting them clatter to the floor.
Emma moaned, wiggling her ass enticingly as she felt her master’s fingers dig into her hips, knowing there was just no substitute for their master’s cock.
Harry smiled at how eager they were. Even after their multiple orgasms, they were already craving more. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his ring, slipping it on. The ring worked its magic, giving him a second cock so that he could take both his slaves at the same time.
Lining up his cocks with their quivering pussies, he leaned forward, pushing past their slick folds and burying himself in the tightness of their cunts.
Hermione let out a shuddering moan as she felt her master’s cock stretching her pussy as he thrust inside her, her moans of pleasure mixing with Emma’s as he gradually picked up the pace.
“Oh god!” Emma moaned as Harry bottomed out inside her. She clung to Hermione, loving how deeply her master could penetrate her in this position. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, her body craving more as Harry picked up the pace.
Harry grunted, loving the slick tightness of his girl’s pussies wrapped around his cock. Using the ring was always tricky. It allowed him to be inside both of them at once, doubling the pleasure he felt, but it came at the price of his control. He could only last so long with the ring, so he had to make each second count.
Gripping Emma’s slim waist tightly, he slammed his hips forward with a sharp thrust, earning a keening moan of pleasure from Hermione and Emma as he repeatedly slammed into their slick pussies with long, hard strokes.
Hermione moaned in delight as her master took her, pressing her hips back to meet each of his thrusts. “GOD! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, urging him to keep going, feeling her next orgasm was close.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Emma moaned, perched atop Hermione as she ground her pussy into Hermione’s ass, greedily eking out a little more pleasure for herself as Harry took her. “That feels so UGH!” Emma grunted as Harry hit just the right spot. “…so good. UGH! UGH! UGH!” she continued, moaning in delight.
Harry tightened his grip on Emma’s hips, doing all he could to hold on, his pleasure mounting with each thrust as he got closer and closer to his inevitable release.
Hermione gripped the carpet tightly in her fists, her knuckles going white as she desperately held on, riding the edge of a powerful orgasm. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, her body aching for the release that only her master could give her.
Harry grunted as he thrust into his girls one last time before, burying his cocks in their needy pussies as he came, filling them with his seed, and setting off a chain reaction in his slaves as they came with matching screams of lust and desire.
Harry slumped back, catching his breath as Hermione and Emma leaned against him, taking a much needed breather before they moved on to the second round.
He looked at his girls, their bodies slick with sweat, glistening in the firelight, their legs tangled together as they looked up at him lovingly. The erotic sight never failing to arouse him. When they were with him here, everything was right with the world. His desires for power and influence, along with the echoes of Voldemort’s ambitions in his mind, seemed far less important in moments like this.
‘I won’t allow Viktor to take this from me,’ Harry promised himself, determined to deal with the man in a such a way that he would never be a threat to the people he cared about ever again.
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