11 Lady Greengrass

He'd finally found a way to mass produce his tablets. That was why he was at the Ministry when it happened. The magical devices had been all the rage before, and Harry had had a waiting list for the things that was at least a kilometer long. But once he'd figured out how to automate their construction in one of the currently-unused wings of his expansive home, he had more than he really knew what to do with.

Or he would, eventually. Right now, the powerful young wizard knew exactly what to do with the tablets he was making by the boatload. He was working his way through his waiting list at an exceedingly fast rate and delivering on orders made months ago. Soon, he'd be delivering on orders made weeks ago, and then days, and then… well, people would be able to buy his devices directly.

The best part was, he still had total control of the market. If it wasn't for who he was and what he'd done for the wizarding world, Harry had doubts that the Ministry of Magic would have stood for it. The Wizengamot would no doubt have sought to curtail his monopoly and demanded he hand over both his methods and means of production. There had already been several subtle attempts from foreign powers to both reverse engineer the tablets that they'd bought legitimately, as well as steal his secrets from him directly.

Harry hadn't been at all gentle in rebuffing the latter attempts. Not when he now had children about. People quickly learned not to mess with him. Well, foreigners did anyways. The British wizarding world already knew better, and the Ministry of Magic fell all over themselves to keep him happy. As a result, he was not only the most powerful wizard in the country, but also the richest. His investment in Puddlemere United was paying off quite handsomely so far.

The Professional Quidditch Team had always been a serious contender, and that was quite impressive considering the fact that it had been owned for decades by a man who didn't care one bit for the sport. With Harry at the helm, with his tweaks instituted without much problem, it was likely that Puddlemere would be going to the World Cup this year.

He was quite looking forward to it. But regardless, all things considered, given his current relationship with the British Ministry of Magic, Harry saw fit to oversee deliveries of his magical tablets directly to the institution. That was why he was at the Ministry, and that was why he was able to overhear a discussion between Lords that was growing ever more heated.

"I will not be cheated, Greengrass! Where is my money?!"

"Where is OUR money? We all agreed to invest quite a bit into your venture, and now almost a year later, you have nothing to show for you! What happened?! Explain yourself!"

The name Greengrass catches Harry's attention more than anything else, and as he focuses on the group, he realizes that his in-laws (twice over at this point) are at the center of it all. Lord and Lady Greengrass, Daphne and Astoria's parents are essentially surrounded by quite a few angry wizards, each of them established Lords in Britain's Wizarding World.

"Gentlemen, please. I promise, I'll get you all your money back by the end of the week, I just nee-gah!"

"What my husband means to say is that your investments WILL bear fruit. You need to have patience."

That doesn't satisfy a single one of the wizards, and they begin to trade-off ranting into the faces of their targets once again, even as Harry contemplates the situation, not at all surprised by what he's seeing. After all, he should have probably been part of the angry mob of cheated Lords by this point. His father-in-law had come to him as well, all those months ago, asking for a hand-out. Oh, Lord Greengrass had tried to call it an investment, regaling Harry with grandiose visions of massive payouts once he got everything off the ground.

… The man was a buffoon, and if it were not for his marriage to Daphne, Harry would never have even met with Lord Greengrass. As it was, he was family now after a fashion, and Harry had mixed feelings about family. Still, in this case, he'd grown to love Daphne, and that was enough for him to throw a good chunk of change in the direction of the Greengrass Patriarch, a massive sum of Galleons to anyone else, but for Harry, an amount that he really wouldn't miss if it didn't pan out.

Which, it didn't. Like he'd originally thought, Lord Greengrass was an idiot. By now, Harry was pretty sure the older wizard's original idea hadn't even come from him, given its complexity and the purpose of its design. Whether Greengrass was scammed by some ne'er dowels or simply stole the idea from elsewhere and then implemented it poorly, it did not truly matter. He'd failed, and now his problems were coming to a boil.

Harry was surprised to see the Lady Greengrass trying to shut her husband up and negotiate on his behalf however. Or was it on behalf of the family? Either way, he was sure he wasn't the only one who didn't miss her stomping on Lord Greengrass' toes to cut him off so she could interject in place of him. Unfortunately, as poised, elegant, and altogether beautiful as Lady Greengrass was, even after giving birth to two beautiful grown women, the mature witch was still just that… a witch. And misogyny was even now deeply ingrained in the culture of the wizarding world's noble houses.

It didn't matter how intelligent or cunning Lady Greengrass was. At the end of the day, she was but a woman, and her attempts at curtailing her husbands' tendency to snivel and pontificate in the face of his peers only served to lower his standing in their eyes. It was obvious things were growing more and more tenuous by the second, and only the locale kept words from becoming something more.

Still, while the crowd might eventually disperse without Harry's interference because of this, the chance that one of the disgruntled and agitated Lords would try something later on was growing higher by the moment. Unless he stepped in of course. Leaving the rest of the tablet delivery to the underlings he'd hired, Harry strides over to the group of Lords, smiling politely as he clears his throat and draws their attention.

As soon as eyes lay upon him, they turn from furious to respectful, a multitude of politically powerful wizards forcibly calming themselves down in the face of a more magically powerful being.

"My fellow Lords, please… let us act like civilized wizards, yes?"

A path immediately opens up for him as he steps forward into the crowd, giving him a clear line of sight to the Greengrass couple. Both Lord and Lady are looking at him with varying levels of relief, though his mother-in-law looks more exasperated than anything else with the entire situation. Harry feels for her, he really does. It's not fair that her gender alone keeps her from trying to mediate the situation.

"Lord Potter-Black. It's an honor to meet you."

That comes from one of the group of Lords, and many other similar greetings follow. Harry isn't surprised, given everything that had happened. He was Dumbledore without the age, Voldemort without the insanity. And with both of those men gone, wizards and witches naturally gravitated towards the strongest source of magical power left in the wizarding world. Him.

"It's a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. Unfortunately, I will have to cut this a bit short. My father-in-law and I have much to discuss, especially about an investment of galleons that I gave him a while back."

That causes Lord Greengrass' face to go white as life drains from it, while Lady Greengrass' eyes turn sharp as flint as she stares at him consideringly. The rest of the Lords, reminded of their own grievances, start to clamor for their own piece of the nonexistent pie. But before they can truly get worked up, Harry smiles and brings his hands up and then down in a calming motion, silencing them all without even having to use magic.

"My Lords, please, please… I can assure you all, I WILL be getting to the bottom of this. I hope you can all trust me to do so?"

They really had no reason to. Harry was Lord Greengrass' son-in-law. He had a familial loyalty to the man that should have made it obvious he wasn't entirely impartial. But at the same time, he was THE Harry Potter, the Man-Who-Won as they called him. On top of that, he was Lord Potter-Black, rising star in so many other ways as well.

Its not difficult to wind things down from there. The group of Lords aren't about to say they don't trust Harry Potter after all. In no time at all, the group is dispersed, leaving just Harry and his in-laws to head towards a floo and return to the Potter Manor. They do so in silence, neither Lord nor Lady Greengrass seeming to have anything to say, at least for the moment. Probably has to do with his insinuation that he was going to make them pay their debt to him first and foremost. Not that he intended to really force the issue, but a wizard of his power could get away with a hell of a lot if he truly wanted to…

Rather than dwell on that for long, Harry instead snaps his fingers as soon as he's in the manor. A house elf pops into existence before him, and he smiles down at the creature before giving it orders.

"Please bring tea to the Parlor Room and inform Daphne and Astoria that their parents have come for a visit."

The house elf bobs its head up and down and then disappears, leaving Harry acutely missing Dobby, even as he guides Lord and Lady Greengrass to said parlor room, settling down into a nice, comfortable chair and waiting for the arrival of their daughters. The tea is already there, just as Harry likes it, before they even enter the room. Of course, Lady Greengrass isn't nearly as content to wait for Daphne and Astoria as Harry is. As soon as he's sitting down, she's whirling on her husband, snarling and getting in his face in a way that shows just how much fire the older witch has.

"You fool! You complete and utter fool!"

"Sweetheart, please…"

"Don't you 'sweetheart' me! You are bringing RUIN to this family! Your bumbling idiocy was fine when you weren't trying to reach beyond your means, and I don't pretend to understand where this sudden burst of ambition came from, but now its going to destroy our name, its going to destroy US! You are not as capable as you think you are, husband of mine!"

Harry just lifts an eyebrow as he watches this take place. It probably doesn't help Lord Greengrass' case that the man is so very meek even when confronted with his wife's righteous anger.

"I'm sorry dearest, but I swear I'll m-make it up to you!"

"I'm sick of hearing your excuses! You're a worm, and a useless one at that! You can't even stand up to ME, let alone your fellow Lords!"

Scratch that, his meekness DEFINITELY wasn't doing him any favors. Before Lord Greengrass can properly formulate a response, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a fish, the doors to the Parlor Room open up and Daphne and Astoria walk in with Harry's sons in their arms. The young, powerful wizard isn't too surprised by this. Tracey had managed to snag an apprenticeship with a potion mistress two weeks back, leading to her being gone during the day most of the time now. Meanwhile, Susan had left her own son in their care while she followed in her Aunt's footsteps, working to become an Auror.

Lord Greengrass clams up as his daughters and his grandchildren are brought into the room, while his wife is momentarily distracted, rushing over and cooing over the babies. Still, the momentary peace is just that, momentary. Its not to last, and its not long before Harry is on babysitting duty, taking care of his sons as his wives deal with their parents on the far side of the room.

Keeping his children occupied with bits of magic and other games, Harry finds himself with more than enough focus left over to multitask. Stretching his senses outwards, he's able to quite easily make out the conversation he's not privy to on the far side of the room as Daphne and Astoria hash things out in hissed whispers with their parents.

Which is how Harry quickly learns that Lord Greengrass' troubles are mostly because he'd listened to Draco Malfoy of all people. That actually brings Harry some level of irritation as well. His father-in-law had kept that from him when he'd given the young man his spiel. For obvious reasons too, if Harry had known, he wouldn't have given Lord Greengrass a knut, let alone a large sum of galleons, marriage to his daughter or not.

The Malfoy family had fallen into destitution following the war. Harry had played a small part in that, but mostly, they'd done it to themselves more than anything else. It seemed no one would lend the young Malfoy money for his new business idea, so he'd used every bit of the small amount of cunning he had and turned Lord Greengrass into his patsy instead.

The Greengrass Patriarch had been Malfoy's cover in exchange for a promise of all of the galleons he raised and more paid back to him. Of course, seeing as Draco had no business sense whatsoever and a mountain of Pureblood arrogance to see him to ruin, his ventures had all failed, and the galleons that Lord Greengrass had collected had been wasted away like they were never there at all.

Except they were there. Numerous wizarding Lords had invested in Greengrass, including Harry himself. They'd seen their galleons go up in smoke, and they were rightfully angry. It might have been directed to the wrong man, at least partially, but there in lay the problem. Draco was an idiot, but he was also a schemer and if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was use other idiots.

He'd insulated himself when he bullied Lord Greengrass into gathering up investments for him. There was no formal agreement between the two of them as there should have been, no actual documents that outlined Draco's obligation to Lord Greengrass, not as there was between the Greengrass Patriarch and several of the Lords that were currently baying for his blood. Harry hadn't bothered with such a contract because they were supposed to be family and he'd considered the galleons more of a gift than an investment, but that didn't change the fact that his father-in-law was in a tub of hot water that was closing in on boiling him alive.

All of this, Harry listened in on from the other side of the room, even as he kept a smile on his face and continued to play with his sons. Of course, the Greengrass women currently surrounding their husband and father much as the angry mob of wizards had done back at the Ministry weren't nearly as good at keeping their emotions in check. They were furious, and the more they spoke with the man, the angrier all three witches got.

"Why in Merlin's name did you tell those Lords you could pay them back in a week of all things, if it's this bad?!"

That was the Greengrass Matriarch, though both Daphne and Astoria were quick to back their mother up with crossed arms and nods of agreement as they glare down at their seated father. Their seated father who actually has an answer to that, and a plan. But not one that he should ever have decided to make.

"I… one of the other Lords, a close friend… he's agreed to pay the debt for me. All he wants is… is you, sweetheart."

Harry lifts a brow at that, his gaze finally sliding over to the group of adults across the room as his mother-in-law's tone becomes positively frosty.

"And what does that mean?"

Wringing his hands, meek and cowardly as ever, Lord Greengrass averts his gaze as he answers her.

"Y-You will warm his bed for… for one night a week for the next five years. In exchange, he will pay off all our debts after the first… transaction is complete."

To say Harry is shocked would be an understatement. But should he be? Lord Greengrass might not seem as bad at first glance as say, Lucius Malfoy or Voldemort or Bellatrix, but what he was… was another Wormtail. For all his gold, for all his titles, he was a rat, and he'd never be anything but a rat. Of course, now knowing exactly what, or more specifically WHO their husband and father sold in order to get out of his latest screw up, the Greengrass women surrounding the man are understandably, and perhaps understatedly pissed.

"What?"

That single word from Lady Greengrass, hissed but still quite well-heard from across the room, is filled with such vitriol and such anger and such hatred that Harry isn't at all surprised when her wand is in her hand and pointed at her husband before the sniveling coward of a wizard can so much as react. Harry IS surprised however when Daphne and Astoria follow suit, backing up their mother. That's when he steps in, his magic making sure the children playing all around him don't hear the true volume or sharpness of his tone in the way that the adults on the other side of the room do.

"Ladies!"

Four pairs of eyes flicker over to him and judging by the looks on all of their faces, it's clear that Harry's very existence, along with that of the children, has been all but forgotten in the face of the Greengrass Patriarch's transgressions. Of course, now that he's reminded them of his and the children's presence, both Daphne and Astoria calm down enough to force their mother to put her wand away. Daphne takes charge then, turning a withering glare in her father's direction even as Astoria guides her still-shaking mother over to a nearby loveseat that's nowhere near Lord Greengrass.

"Leave, father. Return home and stay there until you hear from us."

Lord Greengrass tries to puff himself up then, tries to use whatever fatherly command he thinks he has over his daughter as he gives her his best, but still incredibly weak frown.

"Now you listen here young la-!"

"No. None of that. Get out of my sight, or I will MAKE you leave, children or not."

And just like that, the meek, neutered Greengrass Patriarch is back as he shrinks on himself and finally scurries out of the room entirely. Daphne watches him go for a moment more before glancing over to Harry and giving him a subtle nod. Harry understands the context of the nonverbal message immediately of course. She was going to try to take care of this, and she would only call upon him if it was absolutely necessary.

He wasn't a Greengrass, and he never would be. Nodding back at Daphne, Harry returns to playing with the children, fully intending to leave things in the hands of one of his first wives. Not that that meant he stopped snooping and listening in on her and Astoria and their mother as Daphne moved over to join the other two women, assisting her sister in calming Lady Greengrass down. Of course, Astoria had always been a bit less… tactful when it came to such things.

"Its too bad he didn't go to Harry instead. That wouldn't have been a hardship for you at all, mother."

Its clear Astoria means it as a joke, trying to lighten the mood and even Harry has to hold back an amused snort to make sure they don't realize he's listening in. Of course, Lady Greengrass doesn't react with either laughter or anger, and Daphne immediately notices this. What follows is a very quiet, very heated, and ultimately very short argument that none of the Greengrass women seem to think Harry can hear. He can actually hear them all perfectly fine, but the idea that's being bandied about isn't one he's all that against.

"Fine! We'll do it!"

And like that, Daphne breaks. She growls as she rises from her mother and her sister's sides and moves to where Harry is seated. As he continues to entertain their children, the gorgeous blonde witch leans in and murmurs in his ear what he already knows they've decided to do. Lady Greengrass would be coming over to the Potter Manor once a week for the rest of the year, where she would play the part of his mistress to a tee. In return, they would pay off the debt that her husband had accrued, and fully forgive the amount that Harry had already lent to Lord Greengrass.

While Daphne is speaking, her mother slowly walks over as well, hands clasped together tightly in front of herself, back stiff and straight as a board as she holds her head high, clearly not sure what else to do but put on a strong front. Of course, Astoria is quick to adapt and comes up right alongside her mother as she grins wickedly, her eyes twinkling.

"Hey, why don't we just start today, hm?"

Daphne blinks at that, but she doesn't get a chance to respond before their mother pipes up.

"Yes, that would be preferable. Let us begin with today."

Frowning slightly but seeing that Harry isn't at all perturbed or put off by the entire idea, Daphne lets out a sigh and snaps her fingers. The house elf that arrives takes the children off their hands and moves to put the infants to bed, even as the four of them are left behind in the Parlor Room. For a moment, Lady Greengrass looks expectant. However, when neither Daphne nor Astoria move to leave, she begins to grow uncertain.

Smirking slightly, Daphne straightens up to her full height, her own head held high as she stares her mother down.

"Harry isn't the kind of wizard that can be handled by one woman, mother. Not even for a single night. You'll be joining Astoria and I tonight, and probably in future weeks as well."

Lady Greengrass glances his way, eyes wide at the showing of just how… lewd her daughters are proving to be. Harry just smiles. Daphne really does know what he likes, and a mother-daughter foursome sounds like quite the fun way to spend their evening together. As Daphne and Astoria begin to strip right then and there, their mother follows suit, blushing a bit, but managing to keep much of her poise and elegance even once she's down to nothing more than her birthday suit.

She really is gorgeous, even at her age. But then, witch's age slower, and nowhere is that more obvious than with Lady Greengrass. She looks more like Daphne and Astoria's older sister than their mother, but then, that's what makes it all the more fun. The fact that she IS their mother, but still has the fullest of breasts, the widest of hips, the most beautiful, pale, blemish free skin… it only makes this all the more appetizing.

The naked witches crowd around him and Harry rises from his seat finally to give them full access to his body. Lady Greengrass follows her daughters' cues as they begin to strip him down without a word, brushing against him, pressing up onto him with their naked forms, all while exposing his body, and pulling his growing cock from its confines.

Its not long before he finds himself pushed back onto the loveseat where Astoria had taken Lady Greengrass to recover mere minutes before. How time flies when one is having fun, heh. Harry grins wickedly and spreads his legs wide, even as he watches his darling wives and their gorgeous mother descend to their knees as one, the Lady Greengrass already beginning to sink up with her daughter's actions, recognizing just where things are going.

The three of them lean in and begin to worship him with their mouths. This quickly turns into a competition of course, as Daphne kneels in the middle and begins to hog his cock. Astoria won't stand for that though, and she quickly takes control over, grabbing a fistful of her sister's hair and choking Daphne on his dick a few times to weaken her enough that the younger Greengrass can drag her sister away and swallow up his cock for herself.

Daphne isn't one to let that go though, and things quickly devolve further from there. Seeing this, recognizing that she needs to participate, and more than that, seeming to actively WANT to participate, Lady Greengrass soon sneak attacks one of the victorious girls right after they've taken control again, and usurps Harry's cock from them, deep-throating it with surprising agility and a complete lack of gag reflex, all while staring up into his eyes the entire time.

Harry is surprised, but not nearly as surprised as her daughters, who are shocked into a stupor for a good handful of minutes, allowing Lady Greengrass unobstructed access to both his cock and balls, which she happily made use of to the fullest extent she could before Daphne finally recovered and took back control again.

From that moment on, it was a three-way tug-of-war, though never one that adversely affected Harry or anything like that. They were all very attentive when it came to his pleasure, and their competitive natures were more to his benefit than his detriment. In the end, it wasn't long before he was on the verge of cumming, his hands on the back of the loveseat clutching at the expensive fabric as he groans loudly.

"Getting close girls!"

He lets them know because he knows full well what Daphne and Astoria love most when it comes to sex. True to form, the two girls immediately cease fighting over his cock, even pulling their mother back as well as they squeeze their faces together, open their mouths wide, and loll out their tongues. The following load outright covers the Greengrass women, all three of them, from forehead to chin, coated in Harry's cum.

It's definitely a sight to behold, and Harry isn't surprised when both Astoria and Daphne noticeably orgasm on the spot from their respective facials. He IS surprised when their mother follows suit, moaning wantonly as her gorgeously fat tits bounce and jiggle while her body shakes. A startled laugh leaves the powerful young wizard's lips and he looks at all three women with a wicked smile.

"Really? You all have the same fetish? Is that just a trait in Greengrass women? I can't help but wonder…"

Lady Greengrass blushes, while Astoria and Daphne exchange a glance, before simply grabbing their mother and pulling her back. In moments, she's pinned down on the ground, her legs spread wide and their fingers playing with her sopping wet cunt. After a moment, Daphne directs a salacious smile Harry's way.

"She's ready for you, husband dear."

Chuckling, Harry slides off the loveseat and down onto his knees, moving between Lady Greengrass' legs and placing his massive member right at her entrance. Licking her lips, the older witch stares at his cock and then up into his eyes.

"You're so much bigger than him…"

Who's she's talking about is obvious, not just to Harry, but to Daphne and Astoria as well. The younger witches respond by silencing their mother with their breasts, not wanting to hear anything more about their father's dick size. Not that they seem to be having any trouble being intimate with their mother, but then both sisters had had quite a bit of practice with the lesbian sort of incest since Astoria joined Harry's growing harem, and that seemed to be working in their favor, even as they groaned, their mother's tongue beginning to dance across their tits as they grind them down into her face.

Harry just chuckles and thrusts his cock into the oldest Greengrass witch's cunt, right then and there. He has no trouble believing her husband is smaller than he is, especially given just how TIGHT she initially feels around his cock. Not for long though, as he begins to fuck her with all his might, thoroughly reshaping Lady Greengrass' inner passage until she's properly fitted to be his cocksleeve, his dick-sheathe. He grins as he reaches out and grabs the mature witch's tits, squeezing and tugging at them all while pounding into her harder and harder.

The Lady Greengrass is certainly enjoying herself, and at this point not acting like much of a lady at all. Not with how her legs wrap around his torso, or how her arms are currently reaching out and groping her bent over daughter's bubble butts. The older witch is happily getting into things, and it's not long before she cums for the first time around his cock. Its also certainly not the last time either, and Harry happily luxuriates in the feel of the MILF's cunt walls squeezing down rhythmically around his pistoning prick all while he fucked her to his heart's content.

He cums, soon enough. It's not like he's particularly holding back, Harry has no reason to really contain himself or refrain from releasing too quickly. He'll have more than enough stamina and more than enough cum to last all three witches throughout the night. So, he fills Lady Greengrass' womb with his seed, and then he pulls out and strokes his messy cock a few times, eyebrow lifted as he both considers what to do next and allows Astoria and Daphne to have some time for input as well.

Given such time, the two girls respond by flipping their mother over onto their front, forcing her face down on the ground and ass up into the air, and then proceed to spit along her butt crack, spreading her ass cheeks wide and working away at her tight sphincter with their fingers. For the first time, Lady Greengrass cracks just a bit. She squeals and squirms as they play with her back door, and Harry watches on in amusement, even as Daphne rears back and gives her mother's left butt cheek a punishing slap.

"Calm down mother. Harry enjoys anal, even if father doesn't. You'll just have to get used to it."

"B-But he's so big… I've never… how will it ever fit?!"

It sounds like the Greengrass Matriarch is almost hysterical, not that that stops her daughters. Instead, Astoria and Daphne exchange a glance over the top of their mother's fat derriere, and Astoria responds for the both of them, grinning wickedly and adopting a cheerful tone.

"Like Daphne said… you'll just have to get used to it!"

In no time at all, the sisters are gesturing him over. Harry doesn't waste a moment, and soon enough, he's forcing his messy, lubed-up cock into Lady Greengrass' asshole. Its definitely not something she was expecting when she made this little deal, and its certainly not something she has any real experience in. Over the time that follows, Harry gives her plenty of anal experience, and as Daphne and Astoria look on, touching both themselves and their mother, Lady Greengrass learns to enjoy anal sex quite a lot, just as her daughters each did, climaxing more than once from the deep plundering of her anus.

Of course, he ultimately cums there as well, filling Lady Greengrass' hollowed out bubble butt with another thick load of his seed. At which point, with both of her holes so thoroughly desecrated, the older woman promptly passes out, still face down ass up, completely comatose as his seed leaks from both of her holes.

With the Greengrass Matriarch down for the count, at least for now, Harry pulls his cock out of her once more and looks to Astoria and Daphne with a raised brow, once more wondering just what they'll do.

"Astoria, you can have our dear husband first. I'm hoping to open a… dialogue with mother."

Astoria and Harry both exchange confused glances at that, but Daphne's actions speak louder than words as she positions herself behind her mother's unconscious form, grabs hold of the older woman's butt cheeks, and dives in to begin licking and eating the other witch out. Right. A 'dialogue'. Harry chuckles, even as Astoria happily jumps Harry's bones. He catches her as she tries to glomp him, and before either knows it, he's fucking her against the wall, ramming into her nice and hard as she moans, clawing at the surface before her and humping her hips back into his.

After the wall comes the couch, where Astoria gets a nice anal dicking of her own. It's like clockwork, something Harry could do in his sleep by now. Not that he does, no he's quite awake for all of it as he fucks the Greengrass women in every hole, one by one. First their mother… then Astoria. By the time he's done with both of the younger sister's holes, the elder sister is done with her little treat and all too ready for Harry to turn his attentions onto her.

Grinning wickedly, the naked blonde beauty, recently made a mother herself by the powerful wizard stalking towards her even now, slowly sways her way over to his desk, running her fingers along it as she looks back at his approaching form with a sly smirk.

"This is where it happened, Harry. This is where I became your wife."

That stops him short for just a moment, surprised at her nostalgia. But then Daphne gets to the point, grabbing the edge of his desk and bending over it just as she did all those months ago, presenting her gorgeous body to him, shaking her delicious, delectable derriere back in his direction even as she directs a smoldering gaze over her shoulder.

"I'm ready for another child, husband dear. And I don't think you should leave this room until you've impregnated all three of us. What do you say?"

What did he say? What was there to say? Daphne's suggestion lights a fire in Harry that he didn't even truly realize was waiting to be sparked. Before the blonde can even react, its as if he's apparated across the room, his cock disappearing up into Daphne without hesitation as he begins to fuck her with hard, deep thrusts right up against his desk.

One of his first wives, Daphne can handle him better than both her mother and her younger sister. Though that doesn't mean she's not soon cumming her brains out as she groans loudly and lewdly, tossing her head back and thoroughly enjoying herself as Harry rails into her from behind. She's right. None of them are going to leave this room until he's made sure to cum in all three Greengrass women at least half a dozen times each! He'll leave them all so filled with his cum they'll look like they're already pregnant with his babies! He'll pump them so full of his seed that they won't walk straight for days, nor will they want to, as exhausted and satisfied as they'll be.

In the end, that's exactly what Harry does. He fucks Daphne until she can't even stand anymore, switching up positions a few times, lifting one of her legs so he can piston even deeper into her, flipping her over onto her back so she can lay on his desk and wrap her limbs around his body. Eventually, she passes out just as her mother did, but where Lady Greengrass conked out after only two loads, Daphne takes a nice large batch of cum right to her womb, the product of FOUR releases before Harry leaves her sprawled out on his desk, his seed oozing out of her well-fucked snatch and down her dangling legs.

Lady Greengrass is next, of course. The oldest witch in the room has woken up, and it seems Daphne gets her taste for cum from her mother, because the woman is eating out Astoria when he walks up and stuffs his cock in the MILF from behind. Plowing Lady Greengrass as hard as he can, he looks into Astoria's eyes, making sure that the younger witch understands what's going to happen. After a moment, Astoria slips out from beneath her mother and onto her knees between them, sucking at Harry's churning balls reverently as he fucks a baby into the woman who brought her into this world. A little brother or sister for Astoria to love and adore as much as she will her own children.

Because once Harry is finished with her mother, he turns his attention back to Astoria again as well. He fucks the youngest of the Greengrass witches just as thoroughly, pumping just as many cum loads into her womb as he did with both Daphne and their mother. And then he does it all over again, because Lady Greengrass is his mistress for one day a week, not an hour or a few hours or anything as silly as that.

Harry fucks all three witches well into the night, cumming inside of their wombs so much that he eventually enjoys their other orifices again, happily ravaging their throats and their asses to his heart's content and their immense enjoyment. Its only when all three Greengrass witches are no longer capable of even so much as lifting their heads that he finally lays off. When they're all so thoroughly exhausted that they can barely even open their eyes, Harry uses his magic to float them all into bed together, watches them curl up with one another, and then smiles at the beautiful sight of mother and daughters, joined together in perverse, depraved love.

Then he leaves them to their rest, knowing that none of them will truly be capable of doing much besides sleeping until morning comes. With that taken care of, with the three women truly filled to the brim with his cum, Harry decides to finish up handling the other side of things.

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A simple floo call sees a nervous but eager-to-please Lord Greengrass back into Harry's Parlor Room, where the two sit down in two chairs that are among the few pieces of furniture that Harry didn't fuck the man's wife and daughters on just a little while before. If Lord Greengrass recognizes the smell of sex that permeates the room alongside Harry's magic, he doesn't notice it. Perhaps he's too distracted by the way Harry is staring him down, his hands steepled before him.

"I want to hear it from you directly, father-in-law. Go ahead. And leave nothing out this time. No lies."

"O-Of course my boy, o-of course…"

Lord Greengrass was a few decades too late and several magnitudes too weak to pull off the Dumbledore persona, but Harry allows the older wizard to try all the same, even as he quietly listens to Lord Greengrass explaining everything that had happened, all the decisions he'd made and why he made them, how they all went so horribly wrong.

To the sniveling coward's credit, he really doesn't leave anything out, at least, not that Harry can tell. Everything he told his wife and children earlier in the day, he tells Harry now, even revealing Draco Malfoy's hand in everything. He's just getting to the deal he made with 'a friend' when Harry cuts him off.

"You will tell this Lord that the deal is no longer on the table. I will be handling your debts. In return, your wife will warm MY bed once a week for the next year."

If Lord Greengrass had shown even the smallest bit of backbone in the next few moments, if he'd been even the slightest bit outraged at how Harry was taking advantage of his hardships. Hell, if he'd so much as blustered ineffectually for just a few moments… maybe Harry's estimation of the man might have improved a little. Maybe he would have found some modicum of respect for the idiot father-in-law he'd been saddled with. (Not that he blamed Daphne or Astoria or their mother for this. No, if he was saddled with the man, then they were even worse off, tied to their father by blood as they were.)

None of this happens, of course. Upon hearing that Harry has agreed to handle the massive sum of money that the Greengrass Patriarch owes to so many other Lords, the older wizard sighs with relief, slumping back in his chair and offering Harry a hesitant smile.

"Oh, thank you my boy, thank you. I knew… I knew I could count on you. And I promise, once this pesky debt is cleared away, I can turn it all around, I know I can. I just nee-!"

Harry cuts the older wizard off with nothing more than a sharp slash of his hand. He's angry in so many different ways right now, but most of all, he's infuriated on behalf of Daphne and Astoria's mother. The fact that the man she married cares not a wit for HER well-being, it pisses Harry off to no end. Thus, he takes a fair bit of vindictive pleasure in his next words to Lord Greengrass.

"You will do nothing without first consulting your eldest daughter. From now on, Daphne will be taking a firm hand in all of House Greengrass' dealings. Nothing like this will be allowed to happen again. Not ever again. The deal your wife made was brokered by your daughter. However, you may consider this MY deal with you. If you do not ask Daphne for help, if you do not submit to her wisdom in all future business matters, I will be very, VERY upset. Do you understand, Lord Greengrass?"

Eyes wide at Harry's sudden vitriol, the older man slowly nods. Letting his menacing countenance drop but knowing that it will stay with the other wizard for quite some time, Harry just smiles.

"Good. You may leave now."

Unlike with Daphne earlier, Harry's father-in-law doesn't for a moment try to argue with the younger wizard. He stands, bows, bows again, and then hurries out of the room with the tatters of any grace and dignity and pride he once had trailing behind him. Harry, meanwhile, sits back in his chair, once again steeples his fingers, and then stares into the roaring fire only a few feet away.

As he sits, he ponders. He ponders, he considers, and most important of all, he plans. Because while Lord Greengrass might be dealt with, and the problems that House Greengrass was having would soon be washed away along with their debt, that didn't mean Harry was going to just let Draco get away with what he'd done.

No… no, Harry refused to even consider forgiveness without some sort of recompense. Vengeance was required, though Harry preferred to look at it more as an object lesson in humility that he had no doubt Draco Malfoy sorely needed. One way or another, he would bring the other wizard low. One way or another, he would make sure that Malfoy could never pull a move like this, ever again, not with anyone else, be they close to Harry or not.

One way or another… Draco would get his comeuppance.

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