Feminine World ch.7

Gone were any doubts or hesitations on his part, his wife had found out what Padma might be thinking. All he could think about was how young, virginal, fresh, and fertile Luna was, and how much she needed to be fucked by him all day long.

Right above her shining, wonderfully wet pussy was another tattoo - the same kind of symbolism that Hermione had. It gleamed and sparkled, and seemed to shine even brighter as the lustful layer of sweat dripped over it.

Something to think about later. He pushed deeper into Luna, feeling her virgin resistance crumble before the power of his newly strengthened cock. He felt so damn strong - taking her, pushing her down. She needed it, wanted it, begged him to go deeper right away, but even if she fought, she wouldn't be able to stop him. They both knew it, and it fueled their level of desire even higher.

Each thrust into Luna's pussy propelled her small body into the car, seeming to permanently damage its frame and everything under the hood. He heard the metal rattling around, squeaks begging him to slow down or stop - but he was suddenly much less interested in returning to the city.

But not for Padma. She stumbled out of the car, crying.

"Please, stop! Stop fucking her! I can't take it!" Her hand was deep in her throat, begging him. Luna's legs wrapped tighter around him; her wildly orgasmic pussy spasmed around his thick shaft, her thick hair splayed across the entire hood of the car. "Never stop!" Luna begged. "Please, never stop fucking me!"

Padma grabbed him by the arm. "Stop!" Luna pulled him closer to her. "No!" "Stop!"

"No..."

"Stop!"

"No..." "Stop!" "Don't..."

"Stop!"

Padma suddenly seemed to realize she was playing Luna's chanting hand game and ran to the cabin, trying to get inside. But she didn't have the keys. She knelt and huddled near the door, looking away, angry. Her fingers once again slipped between her legs and she sulkily played with herself, trying to ignore the show Harry and Luna were putting on.

With her out of the way, he focused entirely on Luna, and there was so much to focus on.

She was a beautiful young woman, and whatever happened to the transformation of women in the city, it apparently happened to her too, making her even more beautiful. Her contact with his cock meant that her young, healthy skin was even more alive, her hair longer and thicker, and her massive breasts becoming even more busty, even as he squeezed them. The supple body of her breasts pushed through the gaps in his fingers, slick with her gathering milk.

"Cum in me, Daddy. Put a baby in me. Please, Daddy? Please, impregnate me?" Nothing from his previous life had ever told him he could have a child with some random college girl and not face any consequences. But now it felt completely different; he felt like he could impregnate her and all her friends and never face a single repercussion.

"Do it, please? Please, Daddy? You're a stallion. You're such a fucking stallion. Ruin my life, please? Make me your pregnant little fucktoy, please, Daddy?" Harry knew he had to give her what she wanted. As much as these women promised him their obedience, they certainly seemed to be riding him straight to hell.

Looking at her writhing, juicy body, Harry decided he could live with their influence. He emptied his load into her fertile belly, enjoying the immediate orgasm that she apparently felt as his seed splashed inside her. Her beautiful face, captured in waves of pure pleasure - flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, parted glossy lips - softened his heart considerably.

He wanted to keep this girl. He wanted her to belong to him. She was now his fucking property. Not just his property like all the other girls in town, but truly his. Someone in his home. As she put it, his "special, secret slave sister" for Gabrielle.

His hands wandered over her orgasm-shaken body - all the way to her pussy, where the same strange tattoo still lingered.

"They caught you in the city, didn't they?" he asked. "They marked you this way."

Luna nodded. "I thought it was really weird and scary at the time, but now I'm super happy about it, Daddy."

His cock - though just spent harder than ever - trembled at her calling him Daddy. Thoughts raced through his mind of fucking her supple, silky body again. But this time, he could think about solving all these problems instead of just losing himself in the passion of it all. He lifted her legs back up around his hips, already trying to solve the problem of his cock resting on top of her entrance.

The tattoo is somehow magical, okay. Sure, but where did it come from? Why does this symbol look so familiar?

Padma approached, turning away from the sight of Harry squeezing Luna. Her hands were tucked into her armpits, arms crossed, but her thighs rubbed together, trying to create some friction on her needy pussy. It didn't do much good; her thighs were thin now.

She was changing too. Changing like all the other girls. She was always attractive, but now her brown hair glistened, a sexy tangle falling onto a heavy pair of heaving tits.

"Please," Padma said. Her lips looked so sexy when she spoke. "Give me the keys. You promised. You said. Give me the keys. Let me go. Please."

Oh, I don't know, Daddy," Luna slid in and wrapped her arm around his cock, stroking it with her legs wrapped around his thigh. "She's a stupid bitch for going against you, but she's stunning. Should we really just let her go?" She leaned in close and whispered, "Why let her go when you can fuck her however you want, regardless of what she says? We're in the middle of nowhere. What's she going to do about it?"

Fuck!

What was it about that tattoo that made every woman he met not only smoking hot but desperate to give him as many fucktoys as possible? It was like he had earned the favor of some crazy sex god.

"I'll let you go," he said, pushing Luna away lightly. "I promised. I'll keep my word. But first, you have to show me something."

Padma tugged at her clothes, now disheveled from her constant, unsuccessful attempts at pleasuring herself. Her thick hair was tousled to one side. God, Harry wanted to fuck her. It hit him like a stack of bricks; he wanted to strip her down and make her regret ever being so fucking stupid as to turn against him.

He could imagine Hermione standing over her with a bat. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you not realize who he IS? You stupid cunt.

And here...holding his cock was Luna. She wasn't as impressive as Hermione - few could be - but she was something, and definitely had the right attitude.

"Show you something?" Padma asked.

"I want to see your pussy."

Luna bounced with joy. "Yes! Yay! You're cr-crazy. You - you...no!"

But her hands were already going to her zipper and buttons, as if she couldn't help but do what he said. As if something had already changed her.

Harry walked away from the crumpled, now likely useless car and stalked towards Padma. She backed away, whimpering, licking her lips, big eyes seeking mercy and finding none. After a moment, he pushed her against the cabin wall. Luna simulating, walked past him and gave Padma a menacing look.

"You better do as he says. There's nobody here who will hear you scream. And he and I can do whatever we want to you. Nobody would find out. And even if they did...nobody would care, right? Your fight against the desires of a man like him? Would anyone give a fuck?"

Her hand slid down to his cock as she spoke, stroking it so that precum spilled onto Padma's legs and feet. She was so twisted, angry, and willing, and so easy. Harry knew nothing about this girl, and yet she was in so many ways a carbon copy of Hermione or Narcissa. It was like one template had been handed out for the whole damn town. "Please," Padma whimpered. "Don't make me. Don't make me..."

"Don't force me," said Harry. "Show me your fucking pussy. Right now."

Trembling and nodding her head, Padma started to undress. Her body was incredible. Tight, toned, busty. Milk flowing from her heavy breasts. Thick chestnut hair like a painting. She had clearly transformed from the Padma he knew.

From the way her body looked, at least, he was mostly sure what he would find - but she wasn't finished yet.

"The panties too," Luna said. "Show Master everything. That's what he wants."

Luna's eagerness filled him with a different kind of eagerness - to fuck her until she wanted him even more, if that was possible.

The fight disappeared from Padma - he saw it leave her face like air from a balloon. Deflated. Defeated. Completely willing.

Finally, Padma was naked below the waist, and he saw why she was so reluctant to show him what she had.

She had a tattoo, just like Luna and Hermione. And like them, it was the same symbol, in exactly the same place.

But that wasn't why she didn't want to show him what she had. No - she had stuffed her pussy with a vibrator cork.

Luna giggled. "What the fuck is this?"

"I-I'm not stupid," Padma said, clearly struggling. "I saw what was happening in the city. I knew women were getting really turned on, and then everything was about you for some reason. So I thought if I controlled my orgasms, if I masturbated and came enough, I would be able to keep my cool. And it worked! I was right!"

Even if it worked for a while, it was clear that its effectiveness was waning, if not completely eliminated by Harry acknowledging his power over Luna - and therefore over Padma herself. She touched herself quite often - burning her clit when the plug buzzed in her pussy... so much stimulation. And she almost succeeded.

Luna slipped her hand between Padma's thighs and, with a laugh, pulled out the plug, throwing it to the ground.

"Do you feel like you're in control of your orgasms right now, stupid?"

Padma whimpered and fell to her knees, weakly reaching for the plug. Luna grabbed her by the hair and slapped her.

"Hey. Bitch. Stupid bitch. I asked you a question. Who's in control, stupid?"