Hermione and Emma woke up feeling nervous. Despite what Harry had told them yesterday, and all the plans they made, it still came down to Arcanum and his goons, releasing them like he promised.
“It’ll be ok Hermione,” Emma said, noticing Hermione’s discomfort. “We’ll be out of here soon.”
“I know, mom,” Hermione said, feeling every bit as scared as Emma was. “Harry is getting us out of here..”
By Hermione’s count, it had only been eight days since they had kidnapped them, but it felt like they had been here for more than a month already.
Emma was planning on reassuring Hermione again when the door appeared, and Arcanum walked inside. “Kneel ladies,” he ordered.
Hermione and Emma quickly hopped out of the bed and dropped to their knees, their training reflexively kicking in.
“What are you doing here?” Hermione demanded. “Harry said he would be the one to see us in the morning.”
“Calm yourself, Miss Granger,” Arcanum replied. “You will see Mr. Potter shortly. I just wanted to speak to you both first.”
“You may eat while I speak,” He said, handing them each a bowl of porridge.
Hermione and Emma took the bowls from Arcanum’s outstretched arms. They both knew the porridge was part of the preparations for the ritual, and neither one wanted to delay things longer than absolutely necessary.
“Mr. Potter is ready to perform the ritual. When he arrives, he will paint a series of runes on each of your bodies. As you have elected to participate in the ritual, there will be an incantation both of you will recite, followed by the incantation that Mr. Potter will recite.”
“After that, the three of you will consummate the ritual. When you have recovered and are ready to leave, the door will appear for you.”
“My men and I will, of course, be gone by this point. You may choose to search for clues or anything we left behind if you wish, but it will be a waste of your time. We have spells specially designed to eradicate any evidence of our presence here.”
“And you’re just going to let us go? You’re not going to change our memories or attack us?” Emma asked skeptically.
“Mrs. Granger, none of that is necessary,” Arcanum explained. “I do not need to hide my identity from you because you do not know who I am. The only description you can give is that of Harry Potter, and the last thing I would want to risk is damaging either of you.”
“Why is that?” Hermione asked skeptically.
“Quite simply, ladies, you are my masterwork, my final creation before my retirement,” Arcanum explained. “I am as likely to harm you as Leonardo would the Mona Lisa.”
“For those in my line of work, my community, if you will, it is easy to recognize the works of other artists, and the two of you will be the envy of them all.”
Hermione and Emma looked between each other, not even sure where to start with all that. Did Arcanum really think of himself as some kind of ‘artist?’ How many other women did he do this to? How many others were in his ‘line of work?’
“Goodbye Mrs. and Miss Granger,” Arcanum said as he stepped through the door, not giving them a chance to respond.
A few minutes later, Harry walked in. He was holding a brush and an inkpot. “… Hermione, Emma, it’s time.”
“We’re ready Master,” Hermione replied. “What do you want us to do?”
“Please stand up and keep your feet shoulder width apart,” Harry instructed. “I’ll start by drawing the runes, so try not to move.”
Hermione and Emma got to their feet as Harry instructed and watched as he drew the runes on their bodies.
Hermione did her best to follow along, but this was well beyond what she had learned in Ancient Runes class. She recognized a few of the runes Harry drew, but didn’t know where to even begin with the different clusters he was creating.
Harry started just below their necks, drawing small intricate runes down their bodies, getting progressively more complex as he continued.
More than an hour later, Harry covered the front half of their bodies in runes. Both Emma and Hermione had long since given up on following along. Neither one of them wanted to risk asking questions and breaking Harry’s concentration.
Just when they thought Harry had finished drawing, he walked behind them and continued drawing even more runes down the other side of their bodies.
Hermione glanced down at herself, then at Emma, seriously doubting it would be a simple task to undo all of this after they escaped.
It was almost 3 hours from when they first started that Harry stood up and looked at his work. “They’re done,” Harry said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“What happens now?” Emma asked just before the runes flashed, drying the ink and making it look like as if Harry had tattooed them from head to toe.
“The runes will remain visible until the ritual is complete, then they’ll disappear,” Harry explained.
He walked behind them and pulled out their plugs, dropping them to the floor as he did. “There, you won’t need to wear those anymore.”
“Well, that’s a relief at least,” Hermione replied, not wanting to admit that she had got used to the plug inside her, sometimes even forgetting it was there.
“You also won’t need these anymore either,” Harry said as he walked in front of them and reached for their collars.
There was a soft click before a seam appeared on each of the collars, and Harry easily removed them as well, letting them clatter to the floor.
Hermione and Emma both reached their hands up to touch their necks. For the first time in more than a week, they no longer felt the wait of the collars around their necks.
“Are you ready to start?” Harry asked.
Hermione and Emma both looked at Harry, then at each other. This was it. There was no going back after this. “We’re ready, Master,” they replied in unison.
Harry held out a piece of paper to them. “Ok, you both need to recite this to start the ritual. After that, there’s no going back. You need to follow all of my instructions until the end of the ritual.”
Hermione unfurled the paper, as she and Emma read out the ritual spell.
“Magicam meam voluntatem tuam subjugo. Subjice mentem meam voluntati tuae. Corpus meum subjugo voluntati tuae. Dominus meus es tu nunc et in perpetuum.”
When they finished chanting, the runes on their bodies glowed a soft white.
“We’re ready,” Harry said. “Get on your knees.”
Emma and Hermione followed Harry’s instructions, this time without the fear of receiving a shock from their collars.
“Hermione, Emma, take out my cock,” Harry ordered.
Emma reached up first, unbuckling Harry’s belt, while Hermione unzipped him and pulled his cock out of the waistband of his underwear.
“You know what to do,” Harry instructed.
Emma lifted herself up, enveloping her lips around Harry’s cockhead as she sucked on him greedily. Hermione was not far behind as she took his balls into her mouth, licking them expertly.
“Mmm, that’s good girls,” Harry praised as he ran his fingers through their hair.
After a few minutes, Emma pulled her lips off Harry’s cock and licked his shaft, preparing to take him down her throat.
Hermione gently teased Harry’s balls with her tongue. She couldn’t wait until it was her turn to taste him.
When Harry’s shaft was slick with her spit, Emma looked up at Harry, making eye contact as she slowly eased his cock into her welcoming throat. This was easily her favorite part, looking up at the powerful wizard in front of her as she sheathed his dick inside her throat.
After all her training, Emma’s gag reflex was now just a memory. She leaned forward, letting his cock ease past the back of her throat and settle comfortably inside her.
After a few seconds to prepare herself, Emma flexed her throat around his cock, eliciting an appreciative groan from her Master. Then she moved back and forth, careful to make sure that she held Harry in her throat at all times as she milked his cock.
She could feel his fingers tangle in her hair and tighten as she fucked him with her throat.
She kept up the pace for as long as she could, finally pulling back when she ran out of breath. Taking a moment to suck in a lung full of air, she pushed his cock back down her throat.
Emma picked up the pace. Sensing Harry was getting close, she pumped her throat up and down his shaft, this time letting him slide out until only the tip of his cock was in her mouth, before taking his full length down her throat again.
By an unspoken signal between Emma and Hermione they both switched places, with Hermione taking Harry into her throat this time, and Emma sucking on Harry’s balls.
Hermione danced her tongue over the head of Harry’s cock, enjoying the flavor of his pre-cum as she picked up from where Emma left off.
‘Harry always tastes so good,’ Hermione thought as she took her turn sucking his cock down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, worshiping his cock with each stroke as Harry groaned in pleasure.
Harry was on the edge now, Hermione knew it. A few seconds later, she felt the familiar twitch of his dick before the spurts of cum filled her mouth. She quickly tightened her lips around his shaft, not wanting to waste any of the good stuff, and waited for him to finish.
“Share with Emma, Hermione,” Harry ordered.
Hermione loved it when Harry did that. Taking charge of her, and the unspoken promise of discipline if she didn’t do as she was told. She could already feel herself getting wet for him.
Emma leaned up to Hermione as they pressed their lips together, sharing Harry’s cum between them, and drinking down their share.
“We’ll move to the bed for the next part,” Harry said as he walked to the bed.
Hermione and Emma followed him, laying down on their backs and using their elbows to prop themselves up as they watched Harry unbutton his shirt, dropping it on the floor, as they joined him.
Hermione bit her lip as she got another good look at Harry. His hard earned muscles from fighting various dark wizards over the years on full display.
Emma was having similar thoughts as Harry dropped his pants and kicked off his shoes and socks as he joined them on the bed.
“Start with Hermione,” Emma offered. As much as she wanted to feel Harry’s cock inside her, she felt that the two friends should go first.
Hermione and Harry didn’t need any further encouragement as they moved together, Hermione parting her legs to allow Harry to settle between them.
“Are you ready, Hermione?” Harry asked, his cock just touching the tip of her cunt.
“Yes Harry,” Hermione breathed. “Take me,” she said, looking up at Harry, feeling more sure of this than anything else in her life.
Harry moved slowly, parting her pussy lips as put his cock inside his best friend for the first time. She was so warm and tight. It felt incredible.
Hermione gasped as she felt Harry penetrate her. He was the big, but at the same time, seemed to fit her perfectly.
When she felt his hips press against hers, her eyes widened as she came immediately with a long moan. The days of anticipation and build up, setting her off the moment Harry was fully inside her.
Then Harry started to move, pumping his hard cock into her depths as he stared down into her eyes.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist as he moved inside of her. “Oh God, ugh… that feels so good, Master,” Hermione moaned, reveling in the ecstasy she was feeling.
Harry smiled down at her as kept up the pace. He could tell that she was getting used to his length, and picked up the pace a little more.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh,” Hermione grunted after each of Harry’s thrusts. She couldn’t believe it, but she was getting close to her second orgasm already. Harry’s dick felt amazing.
Emma, having felt she waited long enough, titled Hermione’s head to the side and started kissing her as she played with her nipples.
Hermione let out a surprised yelp as Emma kissed her, but quickly went with it, as Harry continued to fuck her. A moment later, Emma pulled away, her lips replaced by Harry’s.
Hermione felt Harry’s tongue pressing against her lips, seeking entry. She parted her lips, allowing Harry’s tongue to explore her mouth as he fucked her silly.
Her eyes opened wide as she felt it, her second orgasm. It was so much better than she thought it was going to be. “AWAGAWD!” she screamed out as she came harder than ever before.
Hermione gasped for breath, watching as Harry pulled out of her, and still covered in her juices, slid into a waiting Emma. She turned onto her side to watching lustfully as they fucked beside her.
Emma moaned in absolute delight as Harry stuffed his dick into her needy cunt. This was what she had been waiting for, dreaming about for days, and Harry certainly did not disappoint.
She could already feel she was close to an orgasm. Harry seemed to know exactly what she liked. She tilted her head up, giving him a searing kiss as he pounded her cunt.
“UGH!” Emma grunted as an orgasm ripped through her. “That was so fucking good, Master!” She moaned in delight.
Harry was not even close to done. As Emma was recovering, he rolled her onto her stomach, getting her on all fours. He moved behind her, burying his cock in her cunt in one stroke as he gripped her hips.
“Ohhhh,” Emma keened as Harry filled her again, easily sliding back inside her. She clung to the bedsheets as Harry held onto her waist and slammed his cock in and out of her dripping cunt. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” she grunted as she pushed back against each of his thrusts, falling into rhythm with him.
Emma looked over her shoulder to see Hermione sit up and crawl toward them.
Hermione got to her knees, kissing Harry deeply, running her hands across his arms and chest as he fucked her mother.
Emma dropped her head down to the bed as Harry picked up the pace, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. She was close now, so close. “AWAGAWD!” She screamed out as she had her second orgasm.
Harry didn’t stop. He continued to plow into her, rapidly bringing her to a third orgasm. “Oh, God!!” she screamed out as Harry pulled a third orgasm from her.
Emma slumped forward onto her belly as Harry pulled out of her, amazed that he had yet to cum even once as she tried to catch her breath.
Hermione looked down at Harry’s cock greedily, covered in both her and Emma’s juices. It felt so good, having him inside her, the way he fucked her. She desperately wanted him back inside her.
Hermione dropped down onto all fours, licking her’s and Emma’s combined juices off of Harry’s cock. She sucked him into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on his dick. As she was about to take him into her throat, she felt Harry push her back. She watched curiously as Harry sat on the bed, beckoning her to him.
Harry helped Hermione onto his lap so that she was straddling him, pushing his dick back inside her cunt.
Hermione didn’t have to be told what to do as she held onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down, and impaling herself on his cock. ‘I love this new position,’ Hermione thought as she looked into Harry’s eyes as she rode him.
After a while, she felt Harry’s hands trailing down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her tightly to his chest as he thrust into her.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” she grunted each time Harry bottomed out inside of her. She was so close now. Harry was going to make her cum again.
Emma watched as Harry fucked Hermione. She reached down between her legs, pumping two fingers inside as she watched the erotic display. She knew she wasn’t going to cum like this. There was only one thing that was going to satisfy her now.
Emma got back on her knees, tangling her fingers in Hermione’s hair, and kissing her passionately, then doing the same for Harry.
Hermione watched as she Emma kissed Harry. She was so close now, just a little more, and she would go over the edge.
She was so engrossed in the feeling of Harry inside her, and watching him make out with Emma, that she didn’t even notice when Emma slithered her hand down her back, right until the point she pushed two fingers into her ass.
“AWAGAWAD!!!” Hermione’s eyes went wide as screamed out her orgasm, followed immediately by another orgasm. “AAAAHHHA”
Hermione slumped forward, her body covered in sweat as she recovered from her third and fourth orgasm. She had never dreamed it would be this good.
Harry gently lowered Hermione onto the bed and moved back. “Lie down on top of Hermione, Emma,” Harry instructed.
Emma eagerly crawled on top of Hermione, straddling her waist and leaning down, pressing their breasts tightly together.
Emma didn’t have to wait long for what Harry planned next as she felt his hands on her hips as his cock pushed its way back inside her pussy.
Hermione watched as Harry fucked Emma on top of her. She could feel their cunts press together each time Harry’s hips slapped into Emma’s ass. She reached up, running her fingers up and down Emma’s back, kissing her as Harry fucked her.
A moment later, Hermione moaned as she felt Harry lift her ass up, and push his cock into her cunt next. “Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph,” Hermione grunted as Emma’s tongue explored her mouth while Harry pumped his cock in and out of her cunt at the same time.
Any ideas Hermione had about what to expect, and how it would feel to have sex with Harry, didn’t hold a candle to what it actually felt like. She had already lost track of the number of orgasms Harry had given her, and it looked like he was far from finished.
Emma felt Harry hook his thumb into her ass as he shoved his dick back into her dripping cunt. After all the orgasms she had, she was more than ready for him and just as eager for more.
Emma tore her lips from Hermione, arching her back with a long moan as Harry brought her closer and closer to her next orgasm. “Ugh! UGH! Ugh! Ugh! I’m so close Master! just a little more!” She begged.
Harry was more than happy to oblige as picked up the pace, pumping his dick in and out of Emma’s greedy cunt.
“Oh, Oh, oh, AAAH! I’m cuming MASTER!!” Emma shouted as another orgasm tore through her.
She was so caught up in her own orgasm it caught her completely by surprise when Harry erupted inside of her, having his firm orgasm since the start of the ritual.
As Harry’s cum filled her insides, she felt another orgasm wash over her, “AWGAWD!!” Emma slumped down over top of Hermione, now completely spent and barely able to keep her eyes open, dimly aware that even after Harry came she could still feel Harry’s hardness inside of her.
“I’m sorry Master,” Emma panted. “It’s too much… I can’t take anymore,” she said, exhausted.
Without missing a beat, Harry pulled out Emma and plunged his cock back into Hermione’s waiting cunt.
“Awh! AWH! Awh Awh!” Hermione grunted as Harry fucked her relentlessly as she wondered where Harry found the stamina to keep going. In short order, Hermione felt Harry pull another orgasm from her. “MASTER!!” she screamed out as she came.
She clung onto a near unconscious Emma as Harry didn’t even seem to slow down, coaxing yet another orgasm from her tired body.
It was a few seconds later that she finally felt Harry erupt inside of her. As her eyes drooped, she could feel Harry’s cock finally deflate inside of her.
As she looked down at her and Emma’s sweat covered and well fucked bodies, she let out an exhausted smile. “You were amazing Harry.”
“Rest now,” Hermione heard Harry say as her eyes fluttered close, joining her mother in a well-deserved sleep.
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