Chapter 47. The Greengrass Farewell
I floo directly into the study at Greengrass Manor.
Damian looks up from the stack of papers on his desk. A shadow falls across his face at the sight of me.
The room is brightly lit, courtesy of the glass wall that runs from the floor to the ceiling on one side, offering a view of the land beyond. I remember ruining it with my shout, transforming it into a hellscape. The lack of mountains in the distance is the stark reminder of how poorly my first meeting with the Greengrasses went. But it's healing. The plains aren't charred anymore, patches of grass growing like green stains on brown earth.
"My lord." Damian quickly empties the high chair and bows to me.
"As I've informed you already, I'm here to fulfil the deal we made." I get right to the point. "I'll take Proserpina for a year, and once she returns, she'll be able to conceive. Is she ready to depart?"
"Where will you be going, my lord?" he asks, not trying to save his wife from the servitude that awaits or the sexual slavery. Then again, he attempted once, bartering his daughters for her. It didn't exactly endear them to me. Unlike Damian and Proserpina, I actually have cordial relationships with Daphne and Astoria. With the ease he sold them away made my skin crawl, cementing my dislike for the couple.
"None of your concern." I approach the glass table and lounge in the luxurious high chair. "You didn't answer my question."
"She's ready," he responds instantly, fearing my wrath. "I'll go fetch her."
"Be quick."
I watch him scurry away, probably glad to leave my presence.
While waiting, I ponder about the Greengrasses. Damian and Proserpina will always remain my servants. They must know they can't be free of me even when this deal is done—even when Proserpina becomes fertile. Rayhmir and Greengrasses are closely intertwined, after all. Along with Alice, Damian Greengrass has been known to be openly in contact with Rayhmir. They can't afford to distance themselves from me. And once Daphne graduates and joins Rayhmir's priestesshood in a year, it will only reinforce the idea of this family being the god's favourite. The irony. It leaves only Astoria, who has chosen to be Harry's girlfriend rather than Rayhmir's servant. I don't dislike it. Astoria's loyalty to me is flattering. Her literal kink is me. So she would blindly follow me, no matter what name I use, supporting me without a second thought. Could there be a better girlfriend?
When the door opens, it's not Proserpina who enters.
"Harry!" Astoria exclaims as she runs over to me.
I can't resist a smile and stand up, walking around the table to receive her. When she throws herself at me, I catch her with a chuckle, embracing her tightly, lifting her up and burying my face in her neck, entranced by her familiar heat and fragrance.
We stay like this for a moment, entwined and content. Then I set her down, allowing her to yank my neck and smash her mouth on mine. We've kissed enough times by now that our lips fit with ease, pressed and parted, each motion hungry and sensual. I draw her into me when her tongue darts over my bottom lip, my arm winding around her narrow waist, keeping her flush against my chest.
When the kiss ends and our faces inch away, her eyes glitter, her lips glistening under the sunlight falling from the side—through the glass wall. She looks near ethereal with her pale skin and paler hair. I've always thought of her as fae. Right now, when she's subsumed in light and veiled in that diaphanous white dress, I've never felt more sure about it.
My winded arm around her waist loosens slightly, running along her spine, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. "Tori, you look absolutely smashing."
She smiles, draping her arms around me and burrowing her face in my chest, nuzzling me. "I've missed you."
Instead of saying it's been only a week, I repeat her words, "I missed you, too."
"Just so you know, I'm here." Daphne speaks up, her tone dry as she leans against a shelf.
I was so taken by Astoria's animated arrival that I didn't even notice her, which is saying something. Because Daphne is very conspicuous. Even in a crowd of thousands, she'd be instantly recognisable. With that silky blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, fine facial features, and good figure, she stands at the top in the beauty rankings in our year. Now that Rose has graduated, the title of Most Beautiful Girl at Hogwarts belongs to her.
"Hello, Daphne, still sure about becoming my priestess and moaning my name?"
Is that the best conversation starter? Probably not. Is it funny? Definitely.
Her eyes narrow slightly. "You meant 'chant', I assume."
"I meant what I meant."
"Wait, wait." Astoria releases her hold on me, spinning around to face her sister. "You were actually serious about that? I thought you were joking."
"I was not." Daphne pushes off the shelf and stands upright, dusting off her black skirt. "I've discussed it with Mother and Father. They agreed to it. Do you have a problem with it?"
Astoria pauses, then shakes her head. "I don't. It just feels strange to me. You're not pious. I wouldn't have thought you'd want to become Harry's priestess."
"Yes, I'm not pious, Tori. That doesn't mean I won't take advantage of our close connection with the god. Being Rayhmir's priestess will put me on top. Why wouldn't I take this offer?"
Astoria glances at me, probably worrying I'll take offence to that candid statement.
I wrap my arm around her. "Don't worry. Daphne and I had a detailed discussion. It's a mutually beneficial agreement."
"I see." She leans into me, peering through the lashes. "Would I be incorrect in my assumption that Daphne is sleeping with you?"
"Not yet." Daphne clarifies before I can say anything. "But I will once I take up the mantle."
"Why wait that long?" Astoria's palm slides up and down my chest. I notice how it moves further down with each downward caress. "Harry is a great lover. There's no need to be scared. It's all pleasure and no pain."
"I'm not scared," Daphne responds, her lips twitching. "And you've had sex with only him. Forgive me for not taking your word for his bedroom skills."
"Your loss."
I prop my waist against the edge of the glass desk at my girlfriend's signal, remaining quiet as the sisters banter, my coiled arm around Astoria sliding up her side, skimming across her flimsy dress, my thumb brushing beneath the swell of her tit. When it glides up the round curve and grazes her nipple, she gasps and presses into me.
"I'll give you two some privacy." Daphne rolls her eyes at our PDA and prepares to leave.
"No," Astoria says—all coy, her hand in my trousers now, her fingers clasped around my girth. "You can watch. I want you to watch and see what you're missing, Daph."
I lick my lips as Astoria fishes out my cock, pushing down my trousers and underwear; her tight grip sending a shiver down my spine. My erection is at last in the open, bulging and pulsing, the urethra winking at a dumbstruck Daphne, who hadn't expected her sister to be this bold.
Squeezing Astoria's breast, I join in and smirk at Daphne, assuming she'll blush and storm away.
I'm surprised when she doesn't. Her perfect visage reveals curiosity rather than mortification. Her gaze drops to my shaft as Astoria strokes me, long and slow, no longer the clumsy girl who didn't know how to handle a cock.
"I suppose there's no harm in taking up your invitation." Daphne conjures herself a chair, dropping into it, making herself comfortable. Her back is straight, her leg crossed over a knee, and her hands folded in her lap, like a queen amusing herself with the performance of the court jester.
Astoria is taken aback, no doubt having similar expectations to watch the usually stoic Daphne flee in embarrassment. Rather than backing down, she shrugs and says, "Enjoy the show, sister."
I guess my consent is not required here. Not as if I'd have said no.
"Sit on the edge of the desk, Harry," Astoria asks me, and I comply, kicking off the trousers and the boxers, baring myself from the waist down.
She undoes the straps, and her negligible white dress flutters down her body. When she steps out of it, she only has pink knickers on. Her small, perky tits are uncovered, with no bra to hide them. Her breasts are more conical than globular in shape. The pink nipples are stiff and eye-catching, each encircled by an areola. It's her tiny waist and tight arse that attract my attention next.
She tips my chin up to meet her smug gaze. "My eyes are up here."
"I can't exactly suck your eyes."
She giggles and thrusts her breasts in my face, ruffling my hair.
I close my eyes, my nose keen to breathe in the vanilla scent, my partly open mouth eager to taste her soft flesh. She arches her chest against my lips as I grab her bum and suck her nipple. She groans and murmurs something incomprehensible, her fingers combing through my hair.
If I were given the freedom to suck her nips as long as I want, I wouldn't stop anytime soon. That's why she takes charge and steps back after a while, kissing my protest away, her lips velvet, her hand on my cock all the motivation I need to let her do her thing.
She drops to her knees and looks up at me with a naughty grin.
I twirl her blonde braid around my wrist, resisting the urge to haul her up and snog her senseless.
"Please, Daddy, can I… use my mouth? I can't wait to taste you. It's been a whole week!" She is stroking me as she begs breathlessly, her lips so close to my cockhead that it's redundant she's even asking. Her blue eyes glow with lust as my cock twitches at being called 'Daddy'.
I glance towards Daphne, who is frowning at her sister, most probably surprised by the kink. Then again, considering how aloof and unloving their parents are, it's no wonder Astoria has daddy issues.
I caress her face, brushing my thumb across her pouty lips. "Go on, sweetie, you know I never say no to you. Suck Daddy's cock as much as you want, love."
Her face splits with a smile, and she drags her lips on the underside, tracing a vein. When she returns to the glistening tip, her plump lips open wide and swallow the cockhead. She lightly fondles my balls while snogging the glans, as if it were my mouth.
I moan and lean back on my palms. After Hermione, it's Astoria who's most enthusiastic about giving orals. And as she swallows the rest of my dick with ease, she proves her skill and practice.
Her nose buries in the sparse pubic hair, her throat contracting and relaxing around my shaft, copious amounts of drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. But there are no tears or a flash of discomfort on her face. She's too skilled to suffer that.
Her eyelids flutter open once I'm bottomed out, proud blue sapphires fixing on my face. When she blinks, I use her braid as a handhold and pull her face away from my groin, her lips dragging along the veiny cylinder, slobbering it, moistening it. When she's three-quarters out, I push her down on my cock again so she can swallow it back. I push and pull slowly. I could just fuck her skull, but no matter how many times she denies disliking it, I know she prefers a more gentle pace. So I push and pull her mouth along my length, using her throat and oral cavity as a makeshift pussy.
Daphne has her hand on her left breast, I realise. She's still fully dressed, but her noble posture has crumbled. The stoic queen is now an aroused commoner, her thighs rubbing against each other, her gaze stuck on us, her hand rolling and pinching her nipple through the fabric.
She raises her eyebrow when our gazes meet, as if it's me who's the voyeur. I tilt my head and pretend to pull up the hem of an imaginary blouse.
Her eyes narrow, and one eyebrow arches, as if to say, Really? You think I'd do that?
I shrug, firmly holding the blonde braid as Astoria bobs her head, filling the study with obscene wet sounds.
The rustle of clothes draws my attention back to Daphne, who has actually taken off her blouse and skirt. My eyes are wide and my mouth dry as I ogle her. This is the second time I'm seeing her in her underwear, and the novelty has yet to wear off. She's fitted in a matching set of violet bra and knickers, hiding everything, prompting the brain to do a lot of imagining.
She smirks at me and unties her ponytail, flicking her blonde mane to her back, shaking them until they appear like a golden waterfall. The first thing I notice is how pronounced her collarbones are. Then her busty rack blanks my mind. They're large enough that I could never contain them within my palms, unlike Astoria or Iris. Daphne's breasts are similar in size to Fleur's, big but not gigantic.
It's a blessing how I can play with a range of breasts differing in size and shape. I'm a lucky bastard.
When I unclasp an imaginary latch at my back, she flips me off, unwilling to go any further.
Oh well, this is nice enough. I beckon her closer, and she saunters towards me.
Astoria stops sucking my cock for a second as Daphne plops on the desk beside me. "I thought you didn't want to do this yet."
"I'm not doing anything. I'm just getting a closer look."
"Suit yourself." With that, her mouth is on my cock again, fellating me.
There's only an inch of space between Daphne and me. I can feel the heat wafting through her skin. I can inhale the expensive perfume clinging to her highly desired body.
I have the hottest girl from our year sitting in her underwear beside me. Other boys would give anything to change places with me.
I daringly put my arm around her, my palm brushing up her thigh and resting on the dip at her waist. Her skin is indescribably tender—muslin-soft. It's so delicate that the lightest drag of nails would leave red lines.
Daphne is staring at her cockslut sister, unperturbed by my touch. So I push my palm up her side, along the enticing curve… until my fingers bump under her lush breast.
That gets me a reaction.
She shoots me an unimpressed side-eye. "Is my sister not enough, Harry? My poor Tori is trying so hard to please you, and here you are, already groping another girl."
"Tori knows about my insatiable appetite." I cup her round breast, the texture of her violet bra nice and silky, the heavy mound beneath even better. "She doesn't mind. Do you?"
When Astoria doesn't bat an eye and keeps slurping at my cock, Daphne has to accept it as truth.
"I… don't." Daphne scoots closer, so our sides are flush, our heat mingling. "I won't lie. Your touch does feel… nice."
That's all the encouragement I need. The light grip on her tit turns bold. My fingers sink in the squishy globe even as I kiss the side of her neck.
Daphne moans a little, fondling her other breast, matching my intensity.
I kiss up her neck, then jaw, and capture her tantalising lips in a hot kiss.
The sensation of Astoria's mouth around my cock, the feel of Daphne's breast in my hand, and the press of her rolling lips on mine are too much.
I lock my orgasm away with my [Orgasm Control] skill and pry Astoria off me, tugging her up on her feet, not breaking my kiss with Daphne. It's the whine of 'Daddy' that pulls me from Daphne's sensual mouth.
Astoria locks her lips with mine as soon as they are free, cupping my face and turning it towards her, snogging me. As I kiss the younger sister, the older one tentatively curls her fist around my cock, making me twitch in her hand.
I kiss Astoria while Daphne pumps me. Her movements are jerky and amateur, but this situation is too racy to care. The very thought of the Greengrass sisters pleasuring me together raises the ambient arousal by a thousandfold.
My one hand is still on Daphne's bra-clad breast, fondling her, but now the unoccupied one finds Astoria's perky tit, pressing it. Whereas Daphne's is soft and pillowy, Astoria's tit is perkier and more solid.
Astoria steps away from me, her breath coming in short gasps. She turns around and walks over to the shelf against which Daphne was leaning. Bracing her hands on it, she bends over, throwing a lustful look over her shoulder, removing her knickers. "Please, Daddy, take me quickly. I'm so wet for you. See?" She spreads her tight cheeks, exposing her dripping cunt. "Fill your little girl with that big, fat cock, Daddy. Claim me. Ruin me."
Her husky words send all my blood rushing south, making my cock bulge with need.
Pushing Daphne's inexperienced hand away from my cock, I slip off the glass desk and jog over to Astoria, smacking her arse with a grin, loving her titillating giggle. "Fine, you little slut. Daddy is going to pound your little tight arse until it's all red and tender."
"Daddy!" She squirms and wiggles her arse in my hand. "Don't tease me!"
"As you wish, sweetie." I rub my palm on her wet sex, smearing her juice all over her nether lips. Then I spread her butt and rub my cockhead on her weeping crevice. Her body is stiff and rigid, braced for penetration. I kiss the back of her neck to ease her a little, and when my thoroughly lubricated bellend slips in effortlessly, she exhales, relaxing. I grab her waist and push in, easily parting her wet inner walls, sheathing myself entirely.
"Oh, Daddy! You're so big! You're stretching me so bad! You'll tear me apart!"
Her gasps and moans are answered by silent thrusting. I clench my jaw and resist devolving into an animal, fighting the urge to just rut wildly. The first few thrusts are slow and gentle, as I take my time to ease her into it. Astoria is not a virgin, of course. I've fucked her numerous times already, but she is the tightest, and I have to be careful every time we begin the first round. Considering how madly she's in love with me, she wouldn't even complain if I hurt her. That's why it falls on me to adjust for her.
I detect Daphne's presence behind me. When I feel sharp nipples digging into my back and slender arms coiling around me, I understand she is naked. I stifle a gasp as her divine breasts flatten on my back.
Even as I fuck Astoria, Daphne pulls one of my arms away from her sister's waist, bringing it to her aching core.
"Don't ignore me," she whispers against my shoulder, rubbing my hand between her legs.
"I could never." I grin, thrusting into Astoria as I push my fingers up Daphne's thigh, nudging her slick entrance. I love the sound she makes when I push a finger inside her.
She hugs me tight and grinds against my hand, kissing a spot on my back.
It's euphoric, being sandwiched between the Greengrass sisters, fucking the younger one while fingering the older.
I yank Daphne to my side for convenience. At her questioning look, I draw her close and claim her sexy mouth. I'll never get enough of it. This distraction doesn't cost anything, of course. My hips still slap on Tori's arse insistently, and my skillful fingers keep exploring Daphne's pussy.
'You better get inside already, Proserpina. You've been standing there for a while now.' I mentally inform the S-tier woman waiting outside the room.
~xXxXx~
Proserpina Greengrass
She flinches at the voice in her head, eyeing the open door with dread.
She has been here since the beginning, having trailed after her daughters as they hurried to meet the god. She was about to head inside when she saw the kiss her youngest shared with him. Not wanting to interrupt, she stayed outside, waiting for an opportune moment to enter. That moment never came.
Now, she has to follow his word. She can't ignore his command.
With her head held high and her face the epitome of elegance, she walks inside.
Her eldest at least has the decency to spring away from the god, but her youngest doesn't bother reacting to her presence, still screaming 'Daddy'.
Proserpina has a hard time not reacting to that word, but she does somehow, her arms clasped before her.
She unclasps her hands and grabs her skirt, executing a perfect courtesy for the god who's using her youngest. "Master."
The god's gaze falls on her, and she tries not to squirm. She's in a black and white maid outfit. It doesn't have a low neckline or a tiny skirt. Instead, it's very conservative, the hem falling all the way to her ankles. This defiance might have earned her master's ire if the outfit weren't form-fitting. Her ample curves stretch the expensive fabric, her hourglass body filling the dress nicely. While it doesn't show skin, it accentuates every one of her breathtaking… assets. Proserpina knows she's the most beautiful woman in the wizarding world, and she likes flaunting this beauty. But she has a particular style. Slutty, low-cut dresses are not it.
"Proserpina. You look ravishing as a maid. Your daughters must be grateful for the beauty you passed onto them." The god drags her youngest away from the shelf, so now she has to face their coupling. "Are you not, sweetie?"
"YES! Daddy!" Her youngest screams, thrusting her behind at the god, the obscene sounds of their slapping flesh filling the room. "I'm grateful to my mother for making me pretty. It's all because of her that I can be yours, Daddy. Oh, Daddy, faster! Harder!"
Proserpina purses her lips, brimming with deep shame as her youngest utters such profanity. But she doesn't offer any reprimands. The god is playing with them. And if he wishes them to be his toys, they will be his toys.
Her thoughts about the god are paradoxical—even she realises that. On one hand, she knows he's a filthy mudblood, not worthy to breathe the same air as them. But on the other hand, he is the god, the all-powerful one, the divine entity who can break the world with a snap of his fingers. She respects this power. She reveres him. Yet, deep inside, there's a part that looks down on him still. Thankfully, she has grown apt at ignoring that part of her.
"Daphne? Say thank you to your mother for inheriting such a sexy pair of tits." The god looks over his shoulder at her oldest, who holds a crumpled blouse close to her body, attempting to hide her modesty.
It's too late for that.
"Shut up, Harry." Her eldest blushes and glowers at him.
Her heart lurches, her eyes wide as saucers. How dare she talk to him that way? Does she not fear for her life?
Instead of killing Daphne for such insolence, the god simply chortles. "Stop being awkward. She's my maid. She doesn't mind our dalliance. Do you, Proserpina?"
"I do not, Master. Any woman should be joyous to receive your attention."
The god smiles at her. A soft smile. Her body warms at his affectionate gaze, her chest swelling with love. It gives her hope that there can be a change. Maybe someday, she'd finally be able to repent for the way she treated him the first time, gaining his affection and favour rather than the contempt he displays every time he visits the manor.
"You have grown." The god is still smiling at her. She ignores how he's slamming into her youngest, who seems to have forgotten every word other than 'Daddy'.
"I have, Master."
"Is that so? Hmm, let's test that devotion, shall we?"
"Please do."
"Go, entertain Daphne. Pleasure her with your mouth."
Her body freezes. Doing that with her own daughter? Her own flesh and blood?
"Harry!" yells her eldest, horrified.
Before this situation can devolve and the affectionate smile disappear from the god's face, Proserpina starts moving, silencing her daughter. Her eldest is too shocked to avoid the kiss she plants on her lips. But a moment later, Daphne deepens the kiss instead of pushing her away.
"Mommy." Daphne bites her bottom lip, grabbing her body ravenously, groping anything her hands can reach—her breasts, her behind.
A part of her is disgusted by how easily Daphne accepted her advances. Another part of her is ashamed for never being there for her daughters. It must be why they are sick in the head.
When she kneels before her eldest, Daphne ogles her with unbridled lust. Proserpina pushes down the top of her dress, letting it pool around her waist, followed by the removal of her brassiere. She has exposed her massive breasts for her daughter.
As her daughter's lustful stare intensifies, Proserpina gives her a once-over as well.
She is proud of Daphne's body. Her eldest may turn out even more beautiful than she herself in a decade or so.
"Please bend over the desk, Mistress. Allow me to pleasure you."
Daphne wordlessly turns around, placing her elbows on the glass desk and bending over.
Proserpina spreads her eldest's buttocks and kisses her inner thighs.
While her youngest is bent over and shrieking in pleasure the master provides, she laps up at her eldest's core, earning guilty, muffled moans.
It's pure debauchery. It's incest. But if the god wills it so, it's the purest form of affection. Though she wouldn't have complained if her youngest had ceased yelling 'Daddy'. That's getting too much.
A minute later, both her daughters scream, convulsing under the sharp wave of pleasure.
"You did good, Proserpina." The god is beside her, his arm around her bowlegged youngest, who has no shame as she grins down at her.
"Mother, you have something on your lips."
Proserpina doesn't blush; she raises her eyebrow and wipes her mouth.
"Don't neglect Tori. Pleasure her too while I take care of Daphne." The god steps past her, caressing her eldest's butt.
Astoria readily bends over beside Daphne, shooting her an eager look.
Proserpina stifles a sigh and moves behind her youngest now. She hears the god asking Daphne if she wants his 'big, fat cock', at which her eldest replies with, "Shut up and fuck me already."
She can't understand where her eldest is getting this courage to taunt their god. She doesn't need to, she reminds herself, kissing Astoria's honeypot while the god gently eases into her eldest.
Fifteen minutes later, it's Proserpina who's getting railed next.
~xXxXx~
It's noon, after Proserpina showers and changes into fresh maid garb, when the god departs with her for the next adventure.
Proserpina doesn't realise they're actually jumping into a new world until they appear in a medieval castle wrecked by violence.
A.N. And that's the end for now. HP arc is done. The sequel to this would probably be called 'The Faith System', where Harry grows his religion in various worlds. Do tell me if you're intrigued by that or if your interest has already dwindled by now. Either way, I'm on a hiatus presently. No more writings for some time.