The situation with the girls was crazy. At times, Pansy would arrive with Millicent and Daphne, and since they all shared part of the truth, she no longer held back. She didn't care if her friends were there; she would leap onto me, demanding kisses... in fact, I think it excited her more to be seen, as if that made it clear who held the authority.
Among them, only Millicent seemed to feel something different, perhaps a hint of envy. She didn't have the courage to openly challenge Pansy and fight for my attention, but that was resolved quickly. After enduring the scene a couple of times, I couldn't leave her out; I had already accepted her as my girl, so I gave her a little affection too. And, well… things got interesting.
Pansy, who was initially angry, changed her mood almost immediately. An idea that had taken root in her head transformed everything: instead of fighting, she began to push me toward something more intense.
"Kiss her harder, more brutally… make her run out of breath," she would order me with excitement, looking at Millicent with a certain contempt for her passive attitude compared to her own.
Thus, Pansy went from jealousy to acceptance, and from there to being an active participant. Her obsession with being the true wife, the one who dominated all the others, led her to encourage me to "mark" and "subdue" the others. Her pleasure was seeing me reduce them in my arms, convinced they were just toys in the hands of her husband, and therefore inferior to her.
This wasn't limited to Millicent; it also involved Lavender. Although even Pansy was slightly disturbed by her darker side, she ended up cataloging her as a "slut" completely broken by me. In fact, that was almost a relief for Pansy: deep down, she wished they were all like that, simple toys of no real importance. She even hinted that I should do the same to Hermione that I had done to Lavender, to which I refused; Lavender was different, she was already broken inside, and not everyone has that "gift."
She also asked me to do the same to Daphne: to dominate her in her presence. Of all the girls, Daphne's family was as, if not more, influential than Pansy's, which had always made her feel at a disadvantage. Pansy thought that if Daphne were "insulted" (with kisses) in front of her, it would be as if she herself were stepping on the pride of the Greengrass family. A humiliation that would surely lead her to a climax of excitement.
However, I refused to do it. Daphne was loyal to me and I knew she wouldn't oppose anything I asked, even if I took her right there. But I didn't want to force the situation. I decided to wait for her to approach me on her own, to see if she would develop a genuine desire for me, something that came from within her, or if our relationship would remain strictly professional. In a way, it was an experiment: I wanted to see how far the calculating and cold Daphne would go.
My refusal didn't please Pansy at all. She interpreted my decision as a sign of Daphne's importance, and frustration took hold of her, although a couple of kisses were enough to calm her down. I'm surprised how much she desires me, yet she doesn't dare to go beyond kisses. Even the earlier advance on her nipples made her very nervous.
The real breaking point came with Lavender. After carrying all those emotions for so long, overexposed to eroticism and her desires, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body craved real relief.
Ignoring the looks from the others, she stripped naked in front of me, panting like a wild animal, her eyes wide and saliva dripping from her lips. Starving. It was almost frightening to see her like that, unblinking, breathing like a beast in heat that had finally lost all control.
Penelope was also there that day and tried to stop Lavender, believing it wasn't appropriate and that she was still too young… what she didn't know was that, despite being several years younger than her, Lavender far surpassed her in desire and sexual frustration. It only took a few comments along the lines of "I want to be anally penetrated all the way to my mouth," "I won't stop until my uterus is torn from so much semen," or "we only exist to be disposable semen sacks, not even death should keep us from that" for Penelope to be paralyzed, in complete shock, doubting everything in life and with no strength to stop her.
And if Penelope was like that, let's not even mention Pansy, Millicent, and Daphne. The girls were horrified that a girl just like them could say and desire such things.
Lavender, meanwhile, was begging me with unintelligible gasps as she mounted my leg like a dog in heat, rubbing her cunt non-stop. The heat and moisture were so extreme that I was almost convinced I had put my leg in a pot of hot water.
I knew it wasn't right, and the truth was I didn't want to take Lavender yet… at least not there, and especially not in that state. Her being so out of her mind made it less satisfying; I think I would have liked it more if she were aware of what was happening once it was over.
So I simply let her continue rubbing against my leg, and then used my fingers to play with her cunt while trying to pretend everything was normal and that I didn't have a pervert on top of me. Although, to be honest, it was impossible to act as if nothing were happening.
The other girls had never seen such a depraved scene. All of them, except Penelope, reached the point of maximum possible blushing. Penelope managed to snap out of the initial shock, accepting that Lavender was a lost cause who probably needed psychiatric help. With a sigh of resignation, she took the girls by the shoulders and began to push them out, so they would stop witnessing such a spectacle. Most obeyed without hesitation… except Pansy.
Pansy, although completely embarrassed, wanted to stay and watch, clinging to that false sense of superiority. In reality, what she was looking for was to see how far the others' humiliation could go, and at the same time learn something about her own sex life. She wanted to experience secondhand what she might have to do at some point. But she didn't last long: when she heard Lavender's grotesque animal moans and saw her come like a fountain, to the point of doubting whether the human body could hold that much water, she ran out with the others.
I sighed as I stroked Lavender's head like one would a little dog that never learns and always repeats the same mistakes. Even almost paralyzed by the orgasm, she forced herself to take my hand and lick my fingers soaked with her fluids… before rubbing against my body again.
For her part, Penelope took the girls—who had a lost look in their eyes and couldn't get the scene out of their heads—to an isolated area of the lair and there gave them a sort of improvised psychological treatment. She believed it was the right thing to do to prevent them from being traumatized, as well as giving them a quick sex education class to clarify what Lavender might have confused them about. She didn't want those girls, who were otherwise normal, to be left with the wrong idea.
Penelope never thought she would end up instructing a group of girls on this subject. Much less, that she would face such profound shame by using her own sexual experience as an example of a healthy one, dissecting, with scientific rigor, the details of her encounter with me. The most humiliating thing, even more than the descriptions she had to give, was the inevitable curiosity and questions from her students.
The embarrassment was so great that, even though she managed to save the young minds and they learned a little more about how sex works, complementing what they already knew from home, from that day on she couldn't look them in the eye again without dying of shame.
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On the other hand, while I was still enjoying my twisted entertainment, there were those who were not having a good time at all.
Hagrid was taken to Azkaban without a trial, accompanied by photos of Aragog's corpse. Fudge gave a big speech, making sure everyone knew that under his command, the "culprit" of the attacks at Hogwarts and the supposed murderer of Myrtle Warren, who was still free under Dumbledore's protection, had been captured. Yes, this entire publicity stunt also served to strike a blow at Dumbledore's reputation, which made Lucius Malfoy very happy… and also Fudge himself, who was desperately seeking to discredit him and get noticed.
But things didn't go as well as they expected. Fudge publicly announced that he himself would lead a squad of Aurors into the Forbidden Forest to exterminate the "plague of spiders" and thus keep Hogwarts safe. He did so, yes, but not with the bravery he wanted to pretend.
The Aurors arrived in large groups, the best of the best. The students were surprised to see them, believing that this period of terror and uncertainty would finally end.
The only ones not convinced were the girls, as they knew the spiders firsthand. They knew it was not only possible that the Aurors couldn't handle them, but also that the acromantulas were not responsible for the petrified victims. From the castle windows, they watched as the Aurors gathered around Hagrid's hut, ready to depart.
Fudge was there, chest puffed out, giving an "encouraging" speech that was actually more directed at the cameras than at the Aurors. Then he pointed to the forest as if he himself were going to lead the mission… but, of course, he stayed outside, waiting, while the others advanced.
The Aurors entered the Forbidden Forest, went deep inside, investigated… prepared for a big battle against acromantulas. They walked for hours, and more hours…
... and they found absolutely nothing.
They covered large areas of the forest, but not a single web, not a single footprint, not a single spider leg. At first, they thought they might be in the wrong place, so they continued searching, pushed by Fudge's insistence, who had no intention of leaving without several corpses to show in the newspapers. He ordered them to continue throughout the night and, if necessary, for the following days.
Two days passed without finding a single trace. The Aurors came across habitats of other magical creatures, but no giant spiders. Nothing.
Fudge began to sweat and curse Dumbledore, convinced that he had "cleaned up" the forest to cover for the spiders and make him look ridiculous. He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but he couldn't go out and admit it. While he had managed to tarnish Dumbledore's image, he couldn't let his own reputation hit rock bottom by not achieving even the slightest bit of progress.
The "solution" was simple and pathetic: the Minister bought a few acromantulas from magical creature traffickers and presented them dead to the cameras as proof of the operation's "success." There were barely five corpses, but they were sold as the annihilation of a hive of hundreds. Curiously, the Aurors who "discovered and eliminated" that hive all turned out to be close to Fudge, and each one told a more exaggerated version than the last about how they had accomplished it.
In the end, the farce worked. Many breathed a sigh of relief, believing the danger was over. Although the cleverest ones knew how ridiculous the story was. Among them, the guests from Castelobruxo, who didn't even agree to give the interviews Fudge wanted. As experts in magical creatures, they immediately realized that the whole thing was a political show and that those spiders had never been responsible for the petrifications. To them, Fudge looked like a fool.
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For those interested, there is now an English version of my fanfic "Lord of the Elden Ring" (a mix of "Lord of the Rings" and "Elden Ring").
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