Artifact ch.15

"To pull out?" Rose shook her head. "You... you said..."

"Don't force him, Rose. It will be so pleasurable. You'll be marked by him. Branded by his cock. It'll be so special. Do it for him. For me? For us? Let him put that child inside you."

This clearly excited Rose. Her pussy spasmed around Harry's thrusting cock.

"Fuck, I don't care anymore! Her fists pounded the bed. "Fuck me, please." She spoke with extraordinary clarity between fevered breaths, though clarity increased the more she spoke. "I need your cum inside me. Do it. Cum inside me, sir. Cum in my little, hot sisterly pussy, made only for you, please, oh fuck... please..."

It was more than he could resist. His orgasm began and cascaded through every part of his body, emptying itself through his cock and up into the tight, delightful confines of his sister's pussy. His hot, white load completely filled her belly.

It was an incredible sight. They all collectively trembled in orgasm. His own load hit Rose's pleasure points hard, intensifying her pleasure at the moment of his own climax. Fleur received several very specific instructions as Harry brought her into a trance to climax when he did. Their trembling, kissing, and licking bodies pressed against each other. Harry gasped in his hot sister's face, uncontrollably smiling.

He did it. He fucked her. He was sure he put a child in her.

OVER AN HOUR LATER, he shook off the daze and saw Fleur still obediently sucking and loving his cock with her mouth. She brought his semi-conscious form back to hardness.

It was late at night. He still had a show to put on the next night. He had to pay back Goyle. He had to deal with that cop who was snooping and asking questions. And he had to handle his venomous wife, whose nefarious mind was now fully equipped with a dangerous weapon for melting minds.

But instead, he sighed and settled in, pushing Fleur's lips back onto his cock. Rose giggled as she watched, tweaking Harry's ear.

"Take her, brother. Take what you've earned."

Soon, he promised himself. Soon, he'd take care of all of it. But for now, he intended to relish this one small victory.

BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, FIVE of them, wrapped themselves around the man's legs. Those who couldn't slide their slick, aroused bodies into him moaned and pressed their bodies against other sexual slaves. They were all desperate to please him in every way... just as he had created them to do.

Just as he knew he deserved.

In front of the man stood his latest conquest. The one he wanted to own more than any other. The one who had betrayed him most brutally.

But now, with his special tool back in hand... he intended to take her just like all the others. His cock, stunningly thick, glistened with a dense glaze of slave's saliva and precum.

"Please..." she said, shaking her head. "We've been through so much together."

"It doesn't matter now."

"But... but our whole history." She coughed. She knew she was magnificent. She would try to use her beauty to assert herself, just as she had done many times before. "Are you going to throw it all away? Just like that?"

"You've already done that, darling." He picked up the watch. "I'm just making it official. You shouldn't have turned away from me. You shouldn't have exposed me."

Light filled the room...

HOURS LATER, Harry managed to extricate himself from Rose's grasp. Her body was so tight, so perfectly snug against his, that it was hard to pull away. But there was still a situation at the warehouse - and if he didn't say something directly to his sisters, he feared the women he had gathered into his service might somehow harm Tonks.

He left his half-sleeping half-sister Rose with a kiss on the forehead and slid a drowsy Fleur - Rose's long-time lesbian lover - down to half-consciously lick her pussy while he took a shower, dressed, and finally left. He'd call them when he needed them.

Half an hour later, when he returned to the warehouse, everything was strangely quiet. He had expected to walk into the middle of an orgy.

Honestly, thanks to the magical watch, Harry's life had started to resemble an orgy.

His assistants, so beautiful and completely naked, slept on the floor, entwined in a loving embrace. Susan was in the middle, while Tracey and Daphne sleepily planted kisses on her neck and torso. Beauty had become, in a way, an improvised harem leader for Harry, perhaps because he wasn't as angry with her as he was with the others.

Tracey and Daphne had practically had their minds remodeled - ten under his command for their audacity - attempting to ruin his source of livelihood, his lifelong dream. He had shown mercy to Susan, who was a widow. Not that she remembered her late husband - now, Harry was the only man she'd ever known.

Auror Tonks was still bound, with disheveled hair and a flushed face, as she moved in Harry's presence. Her blouse had been torn in the night, and her skirt discarded. Slowly, her light blue eyes landed on Harry's towering figure before her. Apart from looking slightly chilly, she didn't seem bothered about being naked in front of Harry. She seemed inviting, if anything. Her legs remained spread, allowing him to see her wet, dripping pussy. Juices pooled on the floor beneath her.

"I thought I told my girls to take care of you if you needed it?"

"They fell asleep," she explained, yawning lightly. "They passed out after making me... - she swallowed and trembled. "After they played with me. Several, dozens of times. But still... I need it, still... I need..."

"You need to climax?"

She nodded. "I thought if I rubbed my legs in the right way, I could reach it, but all I've done is arouse myself."

His hand cupped her cheek. Her already flushed face reddened even more. Her legs slid onto him, pressing against him eagerly. For the first time since entering, Harry realized how odd it was that she hadn't asked for release.

"You need to climax, don't you?"

It was so easy for him now. He was almost surprised at how straightforward his dominance was nowadays. It was as if he had been born for this all along. All he needed was the watch to remind him of his rightful control.

"Yes!" Tonks exclaimed, pressing into his embrace. "Yes, Master, please!"

Harry stopped. This was unexpected.

"What did you call me?"

"Master. You're my M-Master. I don't care. I'm so damn horny. I need to climax so badly, please! Please!"

He smiled. She was such an eager little slut, craving his cum desperately for her release.

"You need something more. Her voice was husky and serious. "Please. I'm so damn horny. You control them completely. I've never seen anything like it. But I want it for myself. I want what they have. I want that mindlessness. Will you give it to me? Take my will, please?"

He pulled back, disappointed. "I can't. I'm sorry."

"Yes, you can. I know you can. You did it with them. And God, they just fucked and fucked for hours, never stopping. Getting hotter and more pleasurable because they knew it was all to please you. I want it. Fuck, I want it so badly. I've always wanted it. I don't care anymore. I can say it because I know you'll do it. So please, do it. Please?"

He shook his head, somewhat astonished by her enthusiasm. She was natural. What a hell of a thing. Naturally submissive. No wonder she hadn't asked to be untied.

"Please. Really. Please? Please?" Her voice became a muted, anxious whisper. "Please? For anything. I'll do anything. Please. I just need what they have. This is my life, please?"

"I can't." He placed his fingers on her lips. "I would do it. Believe me. I already did it without your request. I thought I restored you to normal, but apparently, normal for you means... well."

She turned her head down. "A desire to be a slave." "Yes, but I can't do that. I don't have the tool for it anymore."

He watched as she tried not to show disappointment. "I understand."

"But I can still make you climax. And I'll still be the owner of your pretty little body. Would you like that? I'll take total control over you." His hand reached her throat, lightly choking her. Her body immediately grew excited again. Fear and desire filled her gaze. "You'll jump at my word, just as I command, or I'll toss you on the curb with all the naughty, disobedient sluts. How about that? Will you... be my owner?" Her voice, from his grasp on her throat, was now soft.

"Yes. And if you help me, I intend to retrieve that tool."

"The one that will make me completely yours." "That's right. What do you think about it?"

"I think I really, really need to climax." He smiled, choking her a bit more firmly. She responded with a quiet cry of need. Leaning down, he roughly thrust his fingers into her slit – which was fine. She was as smooth as he had ever felt any woman.

"You'll climax for me, slave. You're my good little slave," he explained, "and good little slaves climax for the Master whenever he commands. True?"

Her body trembled beneath him. "Yes!" Her arms trembled in their bindings. She had nowhere to go. She had no way to escape, even if she wanted to – though she was, of course, content with being bound like this.

"Please, Master? Please? Let me climax? Tell me the climax, please? I need it so badly, so, so badly, but I need you to tell me. I need you to tell me..." "Cum for me, Tonks. Cum for the Master." A low, blissful cry of ecstasy escaped her body like an exorcized spirit. Moaning, she bit into his broad shoulder as she climaxed. Her tight, hot body shook on top of his, her beautiful pale breasts rubbing against his shirt. Susan and Tracey shifted on the floor, smiling with open desire as they watched their Master satisfy another woman.

After about a minute, Tonks's body finally stopped trembling. Slowly, with a touch of regret, he released her from her restraints.

"I've gotten used to them," she said. "You'll tie me up again, won't you?"

She rubbed her wrists. The ropes were soft, but even soft ropes started to chafe after a while. Fortunately, her skin seemed only slightly irritated.

"Of course. That's what I do for good slaves." Tonks smiled and blushed. Daphne finally shifted on the floor, awakening in Susan's arms, as if roused by the scent of fresh orgasm.

"What now?" Tonks asked. "I mean... these are my first... few minutes as a slave. So, what do you expect, Master?"

It was cute how hard she was trying. She knelt before him on the floor, her knees in a puddle of her own aroused juices.

He stroked his jaw, wondering. "First, I need to retrieve that watch."

"What does it do?" Tonks asked. Harry saw no reason to lie to her. If she knew, she knew.

"It hypnotizes women. It hypnotized you." "Is that why I feel so... so submissive? Is it that powerful?"

"I think so. But I don't think that's why you feel that way. I reversed most of the damage I did. I went too far with you. Too far."

"How far is too far?"

"You turned away from your God and declared me in his place." Her eyebrows shot up, and one hand went to her mouth. "Oh my. Yes. That's quite far, isn't it?"

The assistants slowly rose as if they were one entity. Susan, Tracey, and Daphne crawled to their knees simultaneously, nudging Tonks aside ever so slightly so they could crawl around their Master's lounging body. "We missed you, Sir," Susan exclaimed.

"So much. Tracey and Daphne – perhaps because they were indoctrinated at the same time – also started speaking simultaneously. "We followed your orders exactly."

"Yes, Sir," Susan said. "We climaxed on each other at least eight times. And the new initiative climaxed four times. Isn't that right, initiate?"

Tonks nodded, clearly feeling subservient to Susan.