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“Aaand that’s the hand, ladies. Seeing as I win… punishment or clothing?”
There are audible scoffs from the other women at the table.
“This early in the night? Clothing, definitely.”
“Y-Yes… knowing how you like to go overboard with the p-punishments, I too pick clothing.”
“Hah! You know you love it, Poppy~”
Harry tilts his head to the side, even as he follows Minerva down the hall towards the room. They don’t seem to have noticed his and the Transfiguration Professor’s approach just yet, seeing how focused they are on their card game. Indeed, the very next words out of the winner’s mouth confirm this.
“Hm, I do wonder where Minerva is. She’s not usually late to these things… though I certainly don’t mind that we started without her. It’s working out quite well for me.”
The other two witches have shucked off their robes, not really exposing anything too untoward but most definitely less dressed now than the first.
“She said she would be around when she could tonight.”
“Perhaps the Headmaster held her up or something?”
Finally, he and Minerva reach the room. Minerva enters first of course, allowing Harry to hide behind her with relative ease given their comparative sizes.
“Ladies.”
“Ah! Minerva, there you are!”
Harry uses the opportunity provided by the Professor’s distraction to finally lay eyes on the rest of them. Not that he hadn’t had any issue recognizing their voices as it was. Poppy Pomfrey, Aurora Sinistra, and Septima Vector. All three were Potter Witches from his father’s generation, which technically put them below Minerva McGonagall in terms of seniority.
“What held you up, Minerva? Was it the Headmaster, like Poppy thought?”
As Aurora leans forward curiously, Minerva just shakes her head… and steps aside. All of a sudden, Harry is exposed. Not that the young wizard is all that bothered by that fact. He smiles a toothy grin at the three witches as all of them go absolutely still, staring with wide eyes.
“No, I was merely retrieving our fifth player for the evening while making sure no one would detect that young Lord Potter was not in his bed. Lord Potter… you know Aurora Sinistra and Septima Vector as your Professors, but as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, they are more than just that.”
There’s a pause after her words, followed by Aurora and Septima exchanging a glance. Septima is the first to bow her head in both greeting and submission, licking her lips nervously.
“Lord Potter… it is a pleasure to meet you properly. I look forward to serving you as I have served your House to the best of my abilities all these years.”
Aurora, meanwhile, hums for a moment before something hungry enters her eyes. She tilts her head to the side, before grinning a little bit.
“Lord Potter. I hope you can keep me fed and happy, just like your father did. If you do, you’ll not find a more loyal hound than in me.”
Harry’s eyes narrow at that… and then widen in surprise. Aurora Sinistra was Hogwarts’ Astronomy Professor. Her connection to the stars and moon was obvious. Did that mean…
Seeing the look on his face, Professor Sinistra breaks out into giggles.
“No, Harry. I’m not a werewolf. But I do have some wolf-blood in me. A few generations removed. To say nothing about my ancestral magics. Put simply… I will serve you faithfully, but not quite so submissively as the others. Just keep that in mind and we won’t have any problems, ‘kay?”
Slowly nodding, Harry straightens up and puffs his chest out a little bit, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Pleasure to meet you all then. As your Lord… I promise to fulfill my obligations and duties to you, so long as you show the loyalty and devotion expected of a Potter Witch.”
There are smiles all around at that, and when Minerva moves forward to take a seat, Harry does the same. He looks at the cards that the other witches have been playing with curiously, prompting Aurora to explain.
“We’re playing Wizard’s Poker, Harry. Specifically, Wizard’s Strip Poker. Since Poppy, Septima and I have already started this hand, you go ahead and just watch and learn. Minerva can teach you.”
It sounds reasonable enough to him, so Harry nods and does just that. With Minerva whispering in his ear, he watches the other three Potter Witches play. Meanwhile, his eyes can’t help but focus on the magic of the cards and the connections forming between all of them. There’s something there that he’s not quite getting right off the bat. Which is a surprise for him, given his prodigal talent.
That said, he puts his all into learning the game, even as Septima wins the next hand. Aurora pulls off her robes this time, but Poppy… Poppy chooses a punishment. This causes Aurora to scowl, while Septime presses her lips together.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, Poppy.”
The Hogwarts’ Matron blinks guilelessly at that.
“Whatever do you mean, Septima?”
“Simple. You’re teasing Aurora and pissing her off by having me choose a punishment while Aurora has to sit and stew. You want her to punish you all the more severely next time she gets the chance but are ignoring the fact that you’re inciting her to do the same to me as well with this move.”
Poppy has the good grace to look embarrassed, while Aurora looks surprised but then thoughtful, nodding at Septima’s words. After a moment, Septima scoffs.
“Your punishment… is to follow a single command from Aurora.”
Both Aurora and Poppy jolt at that, with Aurora developing a wicked grin as she gives Septima a grateful nod.
“I’ll remember this kindness, Septima. Still, only a single command? Ah well, I suppose it IS still early in the night, isn’t it? Poppy… your command… is to give yourself the worst wedgie you possibly can.”
A whimper leaves the Mediwitch’s lips and she blushes profusely, but ultimately she does as she’s told, reaching back behind her and grabbing hold of her panties. Harry watches on, somewhat fascinated, as Poppy gives herself a wedgie, looking incredibly embarrassed and entirely humiliated. However, she also looks aroused, and her eyes actually flutter for a moment as she sits back down, clearly getting off on the discomfort.
“Right then. Ready to join in, Minerva, Harry?”
He could have stayed out another few rounds and kept learning by watching, but that had never been Harry’s modus operandi. Indeed, learning by watching wasn’t something any self-respecting Potter Wizard would do. Learn by doing, that was the House Potter way. With that in mind, Harry nods with a serious look on his face, and soon enough he’s playing Wizard’s Strip Poker with the rest of them.
It’s rough going, at first. He doesn’t fully understand the game just yet, and he still doesn’t fully understand the strange magical connections he noticed before. As such, it’s no surprise that he loses the first few rounds.
Alas, being ‘punished’ instead of doling out the punishments is completely anathema to Harry, so he chooses clothing each and every time. He loses his robes first, then his shoes and socks, and finally his pants. Sitting there in his shirt and boxers, he considers that it could be worse… the other women around the table are starting to look a lot more naked as well.
He quickly learns that picking punishment over clothing isn’t something anyone really wants to do, save for maybe Poppy Pomfrey. But then, the Hogwarts Matron is something of a masochist, and it’s clear she gets off on being abused and punished. The other three witches are more than happy to remove clothing, though Aurora grumbles whenever she loses. Still, they’re all down to their bra and panties in short order and are definitely enjoying showing off their Potter-sculpted beauty to Harry.
It’s around the point where he worries that he might end up naked and be FORCED to take punishments that something finally clicks for Harry. With a blink, he realizes that this game… it was almost like it was made for him. Those magical connections he’s seeing… he can read them. And by reading them, he can quite literally read the entire game.
All of the sudden, he’s winning… a lot. And when he’s not winning, he’s able to get out early enough that he doesn’t lose clothing or have to take a punishment. Hand after hand goes by, and Harry finds himself delighted by the ease of the game now. Wizard’s Poker is HIS game all of the sudden, and the girls… they’re just playing it with him.
The young wizard delights in seeing Septima and Aurora expose their breasts to him. He’s already seen the same from Minerva and Poppy, but to be fair, there’s something delectable about having them strip in a setting like this. Sure, he’s Lord Potter and he owns all four of these women technically. But having them strip because he commands it and having them strip because they lost to him in Wizard’s Poker are very much two different things.
Finally, it happens. Poppy is the first to be completely naked, and she loses a hand to him, meaning that she has to take a punishment or leave entirely. Obviously, she’s not going to just leave, so everyone looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to decide Poppy’s punishment. Before Harry can speak, Aurora leans in with another wicked grin.
“Give her to me, Harry. I promise you won’t regret it~”
Harry considers that for a moment. He really does. But… ultimately he’s more than a little aroused by the nudity of the women around him by this point. And if he wants to keep a clear head and hold onto his ‘lead’, he needs to deal with that. Shaking his head to Aurora, he looks at Poppy.
“Poppy… your punishment is to get under the table and suck me off to completion. You can’t play another round until I cum.”
Poppy blushes but nods, disappearing under the table. Harry half-expects Aurora to be mad, but the dark-skinned Professor just laughs.
“Fair play, Lord Potter. Fair play.”
He sensed that he’d actually gained more respect with the somewhat antagonistic Potter Witch then if he’d given in to her. Honestly, he was beginning to get an idea of exactly what kind of woman Aurora Sinistra was. She was submissive towards him just like all the others, but only with him. She was a dominant and a sadist when it came to Septima and Poppy… mostly with Poppy. It fit well with the Mediwitch’s hardcore masochism.
That said, Harry didn’t really understand what was up with Septima just yet. Luckily, he would soon find out over the course of the next few hands. With Poppy under the table giving him an enthusiastic blowjob, trying desperately to make him cum as she deep-throats his massive cock, Harry takes it easy, not really fighting for as many hands as he was before. He wins when it’s a sure thing but takes no chances.
This means that Aurora is the one who pulls the first victory against Septima after the latter witch is completely naked. With a sigh, Septima looks at Aurora questioningly.
“Will I still be able to play if I take a punishment? Because if not, I might as well bow out either way.”
Aurora pouts mightily at that, her eyes dancing with glee.
“You’ll still be able to play, Septima. Don’t worry. Besides, you know you don’t want to bow out. You LOVE my punishments for you~”
Septima gives the dark-skinned witch a wry look at that, before letting out another sigh and nodding her head. Without missing a beat, Aurora pulls out her wand and taps the center of Septima’s chest. Right before Harry’s eyes, a glistening latex suddenly explodes forth, spreading across Septima’s skin and capturing her flesh within it.
The latex stops just short of her chin, going all the way up her neck. Meanwhile, it also swiftly binds her arms behind her back, while compressing her tits as well. In moments, Septima Vector is in heavy latex bondage, though a glance beneath the table shows that her legs are still free, with the latex terminating just below her belly button.
Wrinkling his nose, Harry can’t help but speak up.
“How is she supposed to play like that, exactly?”
Aurora giggles, while Septima smiles. Without a word and without a wand… hell, without even hand gestures, the Arithmancy Professor shows off her skill with magic by lifting her cards into the air with just her mind. They float in front of her as she gives Harry a wink.
“So long as I can see and hear, I can still play, Harry. Of course, by the end of the night if Aurora gets her way, I won’t be able to do any of that. So enjoy my company while you can, darling~”
Harry nods slowly at that, now understanding just what Septima Vector’s ‘thing’ is as well. She likes latex. She likes constriction. She likes being completely and utterly helpless. It’s not the same as Poppy, because Poppy likes being dominated. Septima just likes being wrapped up and unable to do anything but take it.
And Aurora Sinistra is the one who provides for both of their needs as their dominant. Harry finally understands the group dynamic fully now. The three younger Potter Witches have really developed a relationship like that, all while Minerva stood above them, having come from the generation before them. It was… honestly quite fascinating.
Harry finally allows himself to cum, and thus allows Poppy to rejoin the game. Meanwhile, they play more hands, with everyone eventually entirely naked except for him. Still wearing his shirt and his boxers, Harry tilts his head to the side as he lays down his cards on one, final hand.
“I suppose I win… and all of you lose.”
There are flushed, anticipatory faces all around him, though Aurora lets out a groan as she tosses her own hand away.
“Ugh. Should have known. You started out weak… but you figured it out eventually, didn’t you?”
Harry blinks at that, surprised by her question. Wait, did they know what he’d figured out? That he’d effectively been cheating by seeing the magic between them all? But then, if they knew about that, why hadn’t they done it too?
At his confused look, Minerva leans in and smiles at him.
“My Lord… Wizard’s Poker was invented by your great-grandfather. It is, at its core, a Potter Game structured around a lesser form of Potter Magic. As such, all Potter Wizards are naturals at Wizard’s Poker once they have enough time to get used to it.”
Septima pipes up from where she’s still bound but not yet gagged, her eyes twinkling in amusement.
“You were always supposed to win, Harry. In fact, it was a little worrying just how much you lost. But… well, when a Potter Wizard sits at a table and plays Wizard’s Strip Poker with his Potter Witches, it’s generally implied that it’s a way of greasing the wheels so to speak.”
Aurora drawls out the next bit, leaning back in her chair almost casually.
“Now that we’ve all lost and have to take a punishment simultaneously, the game is effectively over. The punishment, as it is… will be the rest of the night if you want it to be. Up to you, really. How do you want us… my Lord?”
And finally there’s Poppy. The masochistic matron doesn’t say a word. She just sits there naked and squirms, waiting for Harry to pass judgment on them. Gazing around at all of his predecessors’ witches, now his, Harry slowly nods. There actually is a right way and a wrong way to go about this. Technically, he’s Lord Potter so whatever he decides is ‘the right way’… but that’s a foolish, shortsighted way of thinking at best. He can make his witches happy while also making himself happy, and if he can do that, he SHOULD do that… always.
“… Septima, I delegate your punishment to Aurora. Poppy, your punishment is to spank yourself silly.”
As the Potter witches begin to move, Harry turns to Minerva who stands and bends over the table wordlessly. Nodding, he gets up on a chair so he can be above her, and then places his cock between her buttocks, hot dogging them for a moment. Then, slowly but surely, he begins to push into Minerva McGonagall’s ass, fucking the eldest Potter Witch’s back door.
This was the key to solidifying his hold over these four Potter Witches. Though it wasn’t Minerva or Poppy that Harry was concerned with. He knew that he had a tight grip on the both of them. Septima and Aurora, however, were new to his particular brand of leadership and domination. Fucking their senior Potter Witch in the ass right in front of them would go a long way to making sure they knew he was in charge despite his age, however.
Minerva groans and grunts and grimaces, making it abundantly clear as he mounts her and plows her ass that she’s not some… power behind the throne, so to speak. She doesn’t command Harry, he commands her. She doesn’t do more than advise him.
Of course, even as he’s giving them a show, the others are also giving him a show. Poppy has stood up and pulled out her wand, blushing as she bends over the table as well, pointing it behind her. A pair of spectral paddles appears in the air and begin coming down upon the masochistic Mediwitch’s ass, causing her to squeak and squeal as they spank her silly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Just as he’d ordered her, she makes sure that her ass gets nice and red from the impacts, even as she watches him fuck Minerva with no small amount of jealousy, clearly wishing it was her in the other woman’s place instead.
Aurora and Septima are watching him too… at least at first. Aurora’s eyes never leave him, even as she takes her wand to Septima. Septima Vector, however, eventually loses eye contact with the spectacle Harry is putting on… albeit through no fault of her own. Under Aurora’s guidance, the latex binding Septima’s torso begins creeping both up and down. Slowly, it covers her crotch and ass, locking her legs together in a similar fashion to how it locked her arms together.
Judging by the moan that leaves Septima’s lips, there’s also some large intrusions that grow on the inside of the magical latex, no doubt penetrating her lower orifices. At the same time, as the latex crawls up her neck, two thin lines of it slide across her cheeks, spooling together in between her open lips and forming a thick ball-gag that Septima has no way of removing, even as it grows and grows.
But of course, under a sadist like Aurora’s direction, it doesn’t just stop there. The ball-gag is just the start, and soon the latex has covered Septima’s entire skull, even gathering up her hair into a ponytail that protrudes out of the top of the full face-covering. Smiling at him as he watches this take place while continuing to fuck Minerva in the ass, Aurora giggles some more, clearly enjoying herself.
“Don’t worry, Lord Potter. She can still breathe like this. She just can’t perceive anything. Sight, sound, smell… all of it is taken from her. Complete sensory deprivation. She loves it, of course. She’s such a deprivation slut~”
Aurora smiles at that, running a hand through Septima’s ponytail and then down the bound, gagged, and completely constricted woman’s back. Septima doesn’t even flinch at the touch, leading Harry to correctly deduce that she can’t even tell that she’s BEING touched right now, at least not by anything on the outside. From the way she’s moaning and twitching ever so slightly, she’s certainly feeling something on the inside of the magical latex. A lot of somethings.
Finishing with her, Aurora leaves the completely covered Septima sitting in her chair, utterly helpless. The dark-skinned sadist licks her lips, eyes darting down to Minerva as Harry continues to fuck the Transfiguration Professor in the ass. With a grunt, he proceeds to pull out and then cum a moment later, coating Minerva in his seed. A show of dominance, of course. A show of strength. He hadn’t forgotten how Aurora compared herself to a hound before or talked about having wolf blood in her family lineage.
Licking her lips, the Astronomy Professor looks almost ready to dive in and clean Minerva up with her tongue. Hm, it would be fitting, wouldn’t it? But Aurora holds herself back and looks at Harry.
“And what of my punishment, Lord Potter?”
Harry considers that for a moment before nodding.
“Come here.”
The naked witch does as she’s told, and with his perch atop the chair giving him extra height, he’s able to grab her by her hair the moment she comes close enough to do so. She gasps at his surprising strength, even as he forces her head down to Minerva’s back.
“Lick.”
It’s not much of a punishment admittedly, but Harry is a magnanimous master. He doesn’t feel the need to be beholden to the rules of some game his great-grandfather invented. Following the rules of Wizard’s Strip Poker to the letter comes in a distant second to making the best impression possible on Aurora and Septima. He doesn’t think he’s going to have much issue with the latter, but Aurora is a submissive sadist. That type of person requires… special handling.
She eagerly licks up his seed from Minerva’s back, even as Harry lets go of her hair and moves over to Poppy. Standing on the table itself now in front of her, the masochist still spanking herself silly with her magic, Harry reaches out and grabs hold of the Mediwitch’s hair, pulling her down to his cock. Poppy moans wantonly, her eyes fluttering wildly as he uses her open mouth to begin cleaning himself off.
“Suck it, Poppy. Lick me clean.”
She does as she’s told, licking and lapping and slurping at his cock like the slutty little bitch she is. Certainly, she’s quite obedient about it, and Harry greatly enjoys fucking her face while Aurora continues to lick Minerva clean as well behind him.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Thrusting forward into Poppy’s throat, Harry enjoys the Hogwarts Matron to the fullest extent… but eventually, the young wizard is done with her. He doesn’t even finish… he just pulls her off of his cock and turns away from her, leaving her to her spanking. Though, after a moment he does pause and look back at her. Sure, he might be focused on Aurora at the moment, but that was no reason to neglect Poppy.
“Poppy.”
Her eyes look up at him, filled with arousal and reverence.
“Y-Yes, my Lord?”
“You may intensify or decrease your punishment as you see fit. I leave it solely up to your discretion.”
Poppy’s eyes widen at that, and she lets out a whimper of indecision. Still, Harry has done his due diligence. He turns away from her again, and back to Aurora. Behind him, Poppy hesitates for just a moment… and then he hears the sound of slaps across her breasts start up as well, and even her sopping wet pussy and clit. The masochist had decided to intensify, rather than decrease the amount of punishment she was receiving.
Meanwhile, while he was busy with Poppy, Aurora climbed up onto the table. With Minerva bent over it, she can just as easily lick the Transfiguration Professor clean while on all fours… shaking her beautiful, dark-skinned ass back in his direction. Well, if that wasn’t a clear-cut invitation, Harry didn’t know what was.
Grinning somewhat, the young Potter Lord strides across the table and grabs hold of Aurora’s expansive hips and sizable fat ass with both of his hands. He digs his fingers into her pillowy derriere, causing a moan to erupt from the sadist’s lips. It seems she doesn’t mind a little bit of pain herself, though Harry suspects she’s FAR more of a sadist than a masochist all the same.
Still, she at least understands the hierarchy at play, and accepts her place in it. As he mounts her and slides his spit-polished cock into her sopping wet cunt from behind, Harry groans at her tightening pussy. He fucks her right there atop the table, plowing the self-described Potter Hound doggystyle, taking her like the bitch she is. And all the while, Aurora enjoys herself immensely. Even after she finishes cleaning Minerva of his cum, having licked up every trace of it, the dark-skinned witch tosses her head back, howling and moaning in equal measure.
Looking back over her shoulder at him, her pearly white teeth revealed as she grins wolfishly, Aurora’s pussy walls flex and clench with purpose around his cock.
“I’m going to enjoy being your hound, Lord Potter. I can already tell. If you’re this much of a man at your age… mm I can only imagine what you’ll be when you grow up~”
Harry snorts at that. Like all precocious young boys, he feels plenty grown-up already. But unlike most of those boys, Harry actually has the magic, the influence, and the know-how to back up such a feeling. As he pounds Aurora from behind, he finally uses a little bit of his Potter Magic. It’s rather impulsive of him, but he can’t help himself. Suddenly, he knows what Aurora’s punishment is going to be.
“W-Wha… a-ahhh~”
The dark-skinned Professor had called herself a hound… so Harry goes ahead and grows her a proper, fluffy wolf’s tail from her tailbone. Protruding right above her ass, the tail is shaped and formed within moments, with Aurora looking back over her shoulder in wide-eyed astonishment as the new appendage begins to wag outside of her control.
“Y-You… you’re quite the little bastard, milord~”
She moans as he continues to fuck her, even as he engages in the small bit of flesh-shaping. Harry, meanwhile, just smirks. She hasn’t seen anything yet. Reaching out, he grabs hold of her tail at the base and gives the fluffy appendage a nice, hard pull. Immediately, Aurora squeals as she climaxes around his cock on the spot, orgasming explosively from just how sensitive he’d made her tail.
There’s no escaping it. He pins her in place, his hold on her tail making her freeze up as he fucks her harder and faster than ever before. It’s not necessarily painful, but it is rough and primal and altogether savage. He pounds into her cunt with quite a lot of strength and speed, tugging on her tail any time he wants and making her cum her brains out for him. Until finally… he cums.
Her pussy walls milk him of his load, prompting Harry to groan as he unloads inside of her. He fills the dark-skinned Potter Witch to the brim, leaving her nice and stuffed with his jizz. He gives her new tail one last tug for good measure, before releasing it and her, pulling out of Aurora and letting her drop face down onto the table as she pants heavily.
But the best part is, even as she’s recovering, groaning from the exertion… her tail is still wagging back and forth, giving away just how happy she was thanks to his personal attention. Harry grins as Aurora finally manages to shift her head enough to look back at him. Whatever she sees in his eyes must tell her that she’s not getting rid of her new appendage any time soon, because she doesn’t even ask for it to be removed. Instead, she smirks tiredly, chuckling breathlessly at him.
“T-Thank you, my Lord… for this most g-generous of gifts.”
Harry raises an eyebrow at that, wondering why she would see the tail as a gift. But Aurora explains herself.
“F-Feeling a Potter Wizard using their magic on me after all this time… was quite the treat, no matter the e-end result. Thank you Harry. T-Truly.”
Oh, well now she was making him blush. Still, Harry grins and nods his head, acknowledging her thanks. Then, looking around the rest of the room at everyone else, his grin widens a little bit at all the debauchery. This was fun… and truth be told, he could hardly wait for the next Poker Night.