Feminine World ch.9

Luna slapped her again, leaving a burning red mark on her cheek.

"Who is this, bitch?"

"M-Master," Padma's voice turned into a whimpering whisper. "D-Daddy. Daddy has control over my pussy. I w-want him. I want his control. Please."

Luna held her tightly by the face, mocking her cheek and ear. "Do you feel clever now, bitch?"

"No. No. I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid."

From this display, this dominance of one beautiful slave over another, Harry found it harder than he knew how to handle.

Right in the middle was a bed. He tore the door off its hinges and tossed Padma into the cabin and onto the bed. Luna circled around them both, tauntingly holding Padma's arms.

"Please, Daddy," Padma pleaded, spreading her legs wide for him. "I'll do anything you say. Please, make me regret being so stupid."

He would do it.

Harry decided to do what was necessary.

Beneath him, an eighteen-year-old freshly baked Hogwarts student and his fiercest rival intimately competed with their mouths for the thick, heavy space of his constantly hard cock. Luna and Padma, respectively, did everything to please their Master.

"It's so big," Padma murmured in delight, probably for the hundredth time. Her plump lips were engaged at the tip of his cock. "I can't believe how big it is."

"That's because you're a stupid bitch." Luna pushed her aside and slurped Harry down, showing Padma how it's done.

Both girls were naked. Their clothes were in tatters. One thing they seemed to agree on was the regret of not being in sexy outfits for their Master; both were extremely distraught that they didn't have high heels to wear for him. Everything else, however, seemed to be an excuse for Luna to find fault in Padma, and Harry only fueled it.

It was the morning after the day he woke up to find that nearly every woman he encountered in his town wanted to sexually serve him. The day started with his much younger sister-in-law giving him a blowjob, directed by his wife. At work, his secretary served up her barely legal stepdaughter on a sexual platter, strongly encouraging the girl she raised to be a "good girl" and receive skullfucking from an aroused Harry. When he sought help from his closest friend, Hermione, she seduced him into fucking her brains out.

That was the first piece of the puzzle. Up until this point, it felt like he had been transported into some bizarre pornographic film with an obsession with training barely legal teenagers to serve his cock. But Hermione clearly dominated the men who came to her office, even going so far as to legally consider them women's slaves, divorcing them in completely frivolous arrangements. Strangest of all, she had a special tattoo just above her pussy.

He wouldn't think much of it. Too much to think otherwise, when every woman - apart from becoming his seductive playthings - transformed into a true superheroine bombshell with magazine cover-worthy wardrobes. But then, through a turn of events, trying to escape the madness to clear his mind, Harry managed to end up in this cabin in the middle of the mountains with two other girls - his worst enemy and a random teenage hitchhiker they picked up - both begging, whimpering, and working to please his cock.

And both, just like Hermione - and he could only imagine, just like Narcissa, Fleur, and the rest of the women he had seen - had the same tattoo just above their pussies.

Luna was a jealous plaything, even though his cock had significantly grown in girth and length over the past thirty-six hours. She often pushed Padma to the side. When Padma managed to kiss, lick, and bob to take over the plaything duties, Luna choked her - stroking Harry's head, gripping the bulge he made in Padma's throat - until Padma turned purple and had to yield to Luna. Padma, surprisingly submissive, only whined and begged, kissed and licked in return for her own turn.

Much of the venom had disappeared from Luna's attitude towards Padma, but it was no less toxic. She still incessantly judged her for ever being against Harry; he suspected it was for the same reason both girls constantly called him Master, especially Daddy. Luna called Padma a stupid bitch because it really, really turned him on.

"Can you believe this stupid bitch?" Luna asked, stroking him hotly and continuing to kiss both his shaft and Padma's shoulder. "She can't believe how big you are. I can. I always knew. I was born knowing how big and perfect your cock is, Daddy. I'll always be ready for it."

He found he didn't have to say much. A nod here, a grunt there, a tug of her hair there. Sex was for him, not for them, so his own voice mattered less. It didn't matter if anything he said excited them; all they needed was his cock.

He grunted, testing this theory, and Luna immediately sensed his intent, sliding onto the bed with her legs spread wide. Padma, as he desired, was close to tears. This was probably the tenth or twelfth time he fucked Luna, while Padma had two or three. Truth be told, Luna was the better fuck - younger, tighter, hotter - but it was only a matter of degrees. Both of their bodies quickly adapted, getting used to his constant attention. Longer limbs. Tighter abdomens. Thicker hair and breasts. Their bodies changed rapidly from the constant onslaught of his cock and cum.

His own body had changed - it had become more of the image of the ultimate alpha. Taller, stronger, more muscular. He had to be careful with how he handled furniture and doors, as they would otherwise crumble into pieces from his accidental grip. He didn't want to constantly rely on his wand to cast Reparo. The way the girls had transformed, it seemed to simply keep up with him - although they remained soft, flexible, and elastic, it didn't seem like he actually hurt them, no matter how passive his grip became.

However, Luna seemed to be getting hotter, tighter, and more buxom much faster than Padma. He assumed it had something to do with how much attention he devoted to her - perhaps his unprotected loads of cum, ejaculating deep into her fertile teenage pussy, changed her more quickly. It excited him as well - that even if Padma managed to become increasingly hot, she wouldn't be able to keep up with Luna due to the advantage Luna had already gained.

Being so unfair to Padma, even now, when she was his submissive little slut, really struck at Harry's hedonistic center of the brain.

Padma had caused Harry a lot of trouble over the past few years. She attacked his business, his personal life, causing all sorts of problems. Now - fucking some random cock-loving beauty over Padma, making her cry, depriving her of the newfound masculinity that had just become the center of her existence - it disgusted him completely.

The bed had broken hours ago, there was no point in fixing it because he would break it again within a minute; they were now fucking on a box spring mattress directly on the floor. He knelt and wrapped Luna's ankles around his neck, easily and quickly thrusting inside her beautiful young pussy.

"Oh my fucking God!" Luna cried as Harry pushed inside her. "You stupid bitch! You have no idea what you're missing! Oh fuck, Daddy! You're so good!"

She climaxed immediately, just like Padma, only from watching them fuck. But Padma's orgasms - hearing her words - were a shadow of what Luna felt with his massive cock riding against her ultra-sensitive g-spot.

Luna, when she wasn't smiling seductively at Padma, gazed at Harry with the adoring eyes of a teenage girl and professed her love for him. His hands gripped her heavy, throbbing breasts, squeezing out more hot, delicious cream that further lubricated their bodies.

Now, as he fucked again, his thoughts became clear once more. His plan of action laid out before him. The right thing to do.

"You see, it's all connected to Fleur. I didn't expect it. At first, I thought it had to be Hermione since she was so persistent and manipulated those men in her office."

"Yes," Luna moaned, pressing her ankles against his neck. "Oh yes. She insisted..."

Luna, of course, had no idea who or what he was talking about. He continued his slow thrusts, milking it this time with full consciousness about him.

"But then the tattoo on your pussies. It matches exactly the gift I gave Fleur. There was this time - I think it was about five weeks ago for both of you, but like two or three days ago for me - I got blackout drunk. Fleur was leaving me. I didn't know what to do."

"Of course not," Luna was all sympathetic and nodded. "If you knew, you would have g-given it. Just like you do to me." He deliberately avoided looking at Padma. She was really sobbing, almost hyperventilating, deeply envious. Close to a panic attack that she would never receive his cum again. If he saw that now, he might lose control completely and come immediately.

"But I remember waking up with an empty wallet. It's not particularly crazy - ugh. Your tits." He slapped them generously, spending time kissing and licking them. The warm, delicious-tasting milk they produced kept him fully sustained throughout their fuck session for the past eighteen hours. "Not a crazy thing to wake up without money. But I just liquidated my accounts so that Fleur wouldn't take the money, you know? So there was a lot. And instead, I had this, I don't know what to call it. An artifact? A totem? About a foot tall. A sculpture made of hardwood. It looked old. But it's the same... damn it. I bought it on Knockturn Alley, shaped like the Death from Muggle depictions."

He glanced at Padma, who looked almost like a suicide victim. The desperation for his pleasure, for his happiness, was clearly visible in her eyes, as well as the deep-rooted anguish of not receiving her share when he favored Luna time and time again. After all the mess she had caused him, it was satisfying to see that kind of emotional pain registering so deeply in her.

Luna would say, "Stupid bitch," to Padma, even as she still moaned and groaned with adoration. She would soon lose that. "The same... ungh. The same symbol as what's on your pussies. 'This will fix it,' the note on it said. I have no idea what it meant. But I gave it to Fleur. The last resort to get some decent terms of settlement. And the next thing I remember... I wake up in a new bed, and Gabrielle is giving me the best blowjob like a master."

„As you deserve," Luna moaned, "You deserve this. You deserve it. You deserve to have a young girl, a younger sister, sucking you, Daddy." She could sense his closeness and spoke with intensity and rhythm, encouraging him to reach orgasm as quickly as possible. "I wish I could be your daughter. I wish you would raise me, to suck and serve you. I'm so jealous of her. Can I be her friend? Can we talk and giggle and finger each other during slumber parties, while we worship you and you alone? Can I..."

God, how did all these women know what turned him on more than anything else? His thrusts became faster and faster as Luna ranted, and his hands gripped firmly against her mouth and throat just to silence her. She squealed with pleasure, orgasming as his thrusts reached a crescendo, and he came inside her.

His load was incredibly thick and potent. He could practically feel her womb beneath him. Previously, his cum could fill a teaspoon or something of the sort, if he was being honest; now it had to easily fill a cup, maybe more. It shot out of him in long, hot spurts, spraying Luna's insides as if extinguishing a fire.

Her eyes once again glazed over beneath him, so full of liquid, hot love and admiration for everything he was. She would be faithful and obedient, forever. In his mind, there was not a single doubt. He wasn't even sure if reversing all these transformations could change that in her; it seemed so sincere and genuine.

After a few minutes of basking in the gaze of this teenage goddess, he pulled out of her, caressing her body.