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"Gabrielle."

"Yes 'Arry?" she stepped up to him and looked Harry in the eyes up through her hair in a thoroughly demure look, "what are you going to do to me?" she finished in a whisper, sounding almost a little scared, though Harry could tell it was an act, albeit a sexy one.

Her tone and demeanor did powerful things to Harry.

"As far as I'm concerned," started Harry pulling her against him and wrapping an arm around her, the other gently lifting her head by the chin to make full eye contact, "we have two things to do today."

"What?"

"First, we have a house to redecorate."

She looked a little disappointed, "and second?"

"Second, we have all day to play, and a big empty house, and lots and lots of toys to try out. I see no reason we can't combine the two activities."

She lit up, "ooooooo sounds like you 'ave a plan 'Arry."

"I do, but first I want to clarify some things, and make sure you're on board."

"Okay."

"So, I get that you want to be controlled to a certain extent-"

"Non, completely, well, at least when we are... playing."

"Alright," said Harry chuckling at the serious tone she had employed, "completely controlled, and dominated yes?"

"Yes."

"Gabrielle, I'm going to tie you up and tease you mercilessly, all day, while we redecorate, and you're not going to come once the whole time. I'm just going to let it build, and build and then, when we're all done I'm going to fuck you and suck you off until you come so much you feint."

Harry could feel her reaction to his words. Her knickers soaked as she stared at Harry, her eyes flicking between his eyes and his mouth. She licked her lips and Harry descended on her, pulling her hard against him, and plundering her mouth. She groaned and ground her pelvis to Harry's leg. "I take it you approve of my plan."

"Very much so," she replied breathlessly.

"Why?"

She looked confused, "what do you mean why?"

"Exactly that, I'm not questioning you, I mean, I'm not worried about your answer, I'm just curious and I think it would heighten everything for me. I mean," Harry struggled to explain, "before all this, before I had sex with you and Hermione, it just didn't occur to me that different girls would have such... different desires. I'm not sure if I was sheltered, or just not imaginative, but I assumed there was pretty much one way to have sex, different positions and what not, but ultimately rather similar. You, my dear, have been quite the eye opener, especially compared with Hermione who seems to have somewhat more... standard tastes, and I find it's not enough to know you want this stuff, I want to know why, not to make sure you're, um... sure, I know you are, but I think the why is important. And sexy, I want to know how your mind works, and why you want the things you want. I feel like it will make it better."

Gabrielle smiled and bit her upper lip, clearly thinking it over and Harry waited patiently for her response. "Eet's...eet's freeing. I don't 'ave to zhink or worry about anyzhing, I can just feel. Part of eet iz you az well. I love you and trust you, and eet feels good to leave my wellbeing een your 'ands, knowing you will protect me and pleasure me, and... and I can zhink of no better gift to give zhe man I love ozher zhan my submission. Like I've said before, I've known from when I was young zhat I wanted zhis."

"How did you know?"

She blushed prettily, "well, um... when I um... started," she looked away, "started touching myself, I discovered zhat eet felt better eef I was restrained."

"How did you discover that?" Harry was finding her slight reluctance paired with her willingness an enormous turn on.

"Um..." she bit her upper lip again, "well, one day I woke from a... particularly arousing dream. Een zhe dream I was being 'eld down, but eet ended before I... finished. When I awoke I was completely tangled een zhe sheets, and was so close I didn't want to wait until I untangled myself, so I just wormed my 'and down and finished. At zhe time eet was zhe best orgasm I'd ever 'ad. After zhat I started experimenting wizh binding my legs or binding one of my 'ands while I... pleasured myself and eet only got better, and my dreams and fantasies only got more intense."

She paused, but looked like she had more to say so Harry waited patiently, running his hands up and down her back, holding her close, taking in everything she was saying.

"And zhen you saved me, and all zhose fantasies now 'ad a face to put to zhose once anonymous imaginary partners, and I knew you would be zhe only man I would submit too. Zhat zhe bond 'as... enhanced zhis only makes eet better. So, understand zhat when I say I am a fan of your plan for today, including torturing me wizh pleasure, you are quite literally making my dreams come true," she finished in a quiet yet impassioned voice.

"Gabrielle, it would be my pleasure to make your dreams come true... literally. Kreacher!"

The sour-faced elf appeared with a crack, "Master calls?"

"Kreacher, I have something to tell you, and some new rules."

Kreacher looked like he wanted to kick something, but bowed low until his nose brushed the ground, "of course Master."

"For your information, Mrs. Black's portrait has been moved to the drawing room with the tapestry."

Kreacher looked shocked, but didn't say anything, though his eyes bugged.

"We, that is Mrs. Black and I have come to an accord. I am to rebuild the glory of the house of Black, in my own way. I plan to remove the taint that is Bellatrix Lestrange, and use the wealth and power of this house to help the Magical world. How does that sound to you?"

Kreacher's mouth fell open, and he gaped at Harry, "Kreacher is not knowing what to think Master. Kreacher will of course do anything Master wishes, but is being glad that his former Mistress is... helping?"

"Was that a question Kreacher?"

"No?" he replied with uncertainty in his low croaking voice.

Harry sighed.

"Master?"

"Yes Kreacher?" Harry asked, and realized that this was the first time Kreacher had ever asked him anything, let alone spoke to him with out loathing laced through his words.

"What are Master's new rules?"

"Oh, well, first of all, absolutely no hate speech. I don't want to hear the word mudblood or blood traitor or anything of the like coming out of your mouth."

Kreacher nodded, but looked unhappy.

"Second, I don't know if you've noticed, but we are currently in the true House of Black."

Kreacher looked around and jumped, belatedly realizing where he was, "Mistress Black has told Master how to get here?" he asked in awe.

"Yes Kreacher. Like I said, we came to an accord. This is my house now, and while I'll probably be using the upper house a lot more, there are... some useful things down here. Specifically the potions lab and this room. I would like both cleaned regularly, and for that matter, the house proper needs to be cleaned as well. It's in a right state, and we're going to be fixing a lot of that today, and after that I would like it to stay clean. Do you think you can handle that, or do I need to get more help?"

Kreacher pulled himself to his tallest and puffed his chest out, "Kreacher is needing no help Master, Kreacher will clean again."

"Why did you stop?"

"Mistress bade Kreacher to stop, so as to make the house less welcoming to... the undesirables."

"Hmph, well, I want the house clean now, and we're going to be redecorating. Tell me Kreacher, do you have access to gold from the Black vault?"

"Yes Master, Kreacher can access Black gold to procure food and goods."

"Good, because I don't, and my trust is almost tapped out. How much gold is there?"

"Kreacher does not know Master, Kreacher was not being permitted to know previous Master's finances."

"Well, I mean I want you to completely redecorate, and I don't want to run out of gold..."

"If Kreacher can be making a suggestion Master, Kreacher is not thinking gold can run out."

"Of course it can."

"Yes Master, of course Master, but though Kreacher is not knowing particulars of Black gold, Kreacher is knowing much gold comes from property owned. Rent is still being paid Master, Goblins would not let flow of gold stop."

"Interesting... well ok then. Please bring my trunk down here, I have something to attend to and then we'll start in the entrance hall upstairs. I'll call you when we're there. Oh wait! One last rule."

Kreacher's fingers froze in mid air about to snap, "yes Master?"

"You under no circumstances are to have any contact with anyone who has the slightest chance of being a death eater. That includes the family of those people, and anyone t hey associate with unless I say otherwise. That especially includes the Malfoy's, the Lestranges, the Notts, the Goyles, and the Crabbes. Furthermore, you are expressly not to leave the boundaries of this house or make floo calls again with out my express permission, and even then when you leave you are only to accomplish what I asked you to do, nothing else. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master," Kreacher replied quickly.

"Oh, and when I ask you to leave the house for something I will be very, very specific, just saying something like 'get out' doesn't count. If you're unsure, feel free to ask me to clarify any orders I give you."

"Yes Master."

"Good, please bring me my trunk now."

With a crack Kreacher disappeared and Harry's trunk replaced him. Harry opened it and took out all the things they had bought at Wanda's and Gabrielle's trunk returning it to it's proper size. "Why don't you change into the corset?" Harry asked with a smile. She really did look lovely in it, and it did marvelous things to her breasts.

Beaming in anticipation Gabrielle took the corset, "anyzhing else?" she asked, her voice in that sotto purr again.

"Stockings and kickers, but don't put the knickers on yet."

"Back in a second... sir."

Harry's eyes glazed for a moment and a stupid grin crossed his face at the honorific. The title 'master' still made Harry squirm, and he would order Kreacher not to call him that if he didn't think the result would be a stroked out house elf, but for some reason 'sir' worked really well. Maybe it was because he called his professors sir. It was a title of respect he used, and hearing Gabrielle say it, directed at him, made Harry feel heady with power. He noticed belatedly that Gabrielle had already adjourned into the luxurious bath so he turned to their toys and found shelf space for them, then selected the ones he wanted to use for today.

There was a handy rolling table tucked into a corner, similar to the ones Muggle doctors used, but it was wood and ornate. 'More snakes' Harry thought exasperated. He placed the metal balls Gabrielle had picked out, and the leash Wanda had given him there and turned towards the extensive shelves of toys now at his disposal.

He knew what he was looking for from having seen them at Wanda's, though he hadn't bought one. Also, the book Wanda had sold him had a number of very intriguing spells and concepts. Things Harry hadn't considered before, but once the idea had been planted, stuck. Point in fact, Gabrielle was still a virgin in one place, and Harry wanted to rectify that. Sensual Magicks had painted an intriguing picture of buggering, and insisted that if done right, it would be quite pleasurable to both parties. That, and Gabrielle's desire to be dominated, well, Harry could think of little that represented total submission more than that. Still, Harry might not have had the nerve if Gabrielle herself hadn't been dropping hints that he was underutilizing her available assets. He also knew from from experience that when she climaxed, her whole body clenched in pleasurable contractions, and the thought of experiencing that first hand in another way; a decidedly naughty way, was intriguing.

Through his musings, Harry had found what he was looking for. A slender metal plug sitting on a burgundy velvet pillow, narrow at the tip, gently widening, before shrinking again and ending in a flared flat base. It looked quite clean and was polished to a near mirror shine, but Harry cast a few scourgifys anyways. After, he picked it up and was surprised at the heft, and was sure it would feel heavy and solid in Gabrielle's delightful bum, and would be unlikely to forget it was there.

He tapped it experimentally with his wand and saw it worked the same way as the ones at Wanda's. Every time he tapped it, the plug grew slightly thicker, maxing out at seven taps, and ending up thicker than Harry's penis. Five seemed to be closest, so he would stop there, but everything the book had said indicated he should take this very slow, and be very gentle.

He placed it on the small table, and grabbed the paddle Gabrielle had chosen as well; he'd have to ask her about that one. Turning back to the shelves he looked over for anything else he might want to use today. Not a blindfold, she'd be useless in redecorating. He looked over all the floggers and whips and crops, but decided that was a bit much for now, and perhaps ever. The idea of whipping Gabrielle held no interest for Harry; he was not a sadist.

There were nipple clamps and weights, and again Harry was not sure exactly what they would accomplish sensation wise. He rather thought it would hurt far too much to be enjoyable, and besides with the corset on, her nipples were not accessible anyways. Gags were out too, he wanted her input for decorations, and he especially wanted to hear all the sexy noises she made.

He decided to also grab the glass dildo he had bought and shrunk it, and dropped it in his pocket for later.

A little disappointed there was nothing else he wanted to use, Harry turned to the bed and pulled open the curtains. Like everything in the room, it was pristine and the sheets looked crisp and clean. They were a stark white and Harry was quite glad it was not more green. There were no pillows, and no blanket; this was a bed for sex and nothing more.

Looking at the bed, Harry realized it was actually quite tall. It would take a little hop for him to get in, and Gabrielle likely would have to jump or have help. The moment he made contact with the mattress however, it lowered instantly. Harry jumped back in shock, and realized it has resized itself to be the perfect height if Gabrielle were to bend over it at the waist. Harry smiled, "I love magic."

Just then Gabrielle emerged from the bathroom looking radiant in her corset and matching white stockings, and of course the ever present choker Harry had bought her. Somehow wearing all that, but with out her panties which were currently hanging from a finger made her look just that much more debauched, the little crease of her pussy all the more a target of Harry's attention as a field of bareness in-between her stocking clad legs and constrained belly and chest.

"You look divine Gabrielle."

"Zhank you 'Arry. Now, what are you going to do wizh me?" she asked a bit cautiously eyeing the objects set aside on the rolling table.

Harry gathered her into his arms and kissed her, "I'm going to use and violate every... last... inch of you."

"Good," she replied saucily with a devilish smile.

"Bend over the bed pet."

"Yes sir." She did so, and Harry had to stop again to admire her form. Everything she did was graceful, and seemingly designed to drive Harry wild. He wasn't sure if the little sigh as she settled on the bed was involuntary or directly for his benefit, but either way it didn't really matter.

Quite a bit shorter than harry was, her legs dangled a bit, and rather than use her toes she simply laid the back of her feet flat on the floor, and put all her weight on the bed, settling in comfortable with her arms stretched out in front of her, and her head to the side, eyes closed; a serene peaceful smile gracing her face as she waited for Harry to do whatever he was going to do.

"I have another question?"

"Yes 'Arry?"

"Why a paddle?"

She looked back, "why not?"

"Well, I mean, do you like pain?" he asked as he got on his knees and drew the small table over to his side. He began by simply caressing her backside softly waiting for her to answer.

Gabrielle sighed at Harry's attention and then answered, "sometimes. Not a lot of pain, but, my nipples are very sensitive, and eef I'm not aroused pinching zhem 'urts, but eef I'm really excited some'ow zhe 'eat of zhe pain blends wizh zhe pleasure. I've always enjoyed pinching and twisting zhem while I... touched myself."

"Interesting," said Harry, grabbing his wand, making as little noise as possible. "And being paddled?" He asked, as he started to gently stroke her sex with his left hand, never making contact with her clit, just light teasing strokes to the puffy outside, and occasionally dipping a finger gently inside to run from from to back, testing to see how aroused she was, though of course he could feel for himself; some things just had to be done by hand though, Harry thought.

Gabrielle gasped and spread her legs a bit wider, "um..." she was clearly having a bit more trouble concentrating, "I'd say eet's equal parts zhe blending of mild pain and pleasure, and submission. Eet's also like you're punishing me, like a spanking. Like I'm a bad naughty girl zhat needs to be punished.

Harry laughed lightly and started to stroke her clit direct, with little tiny light circles, "a bad naughty girl who needs to be punished, I like that."

"Oui 'Arry, I just can't 'elp myself around you. You make me so 'orny, please punish me so I can earn my come."

"Hmmmmm," Harry pretended to consider her request, "perhaps later. You've been very naughty, for a very long time, and I've yet to punish you, so I'm thinking we'll need all day for you to learn not to be so selfish with your needs." Harry smiled, he liked this game, and if the way Gabrielle was now flowing over his hand was any indication, so did she.

She started wriggling, trying to increase the pressure, "No pet, be still. This is your punishment remember?" Harry was finding he had to push the sensations coming from the bond back, or he'd fall into temptation. He kept them at a simmering level, so he was consciously aware of where she was at, and gained some pleasure from it, but the need was deadened almost entirely, at just about the same level as his own need, which while causing a painful hardness in his pants, was still controllable.

She stopped, and choked back a groan, "Oui sir, sorry sir, I'm just so close."

Harry stopped just as she was about to crest and she let out a mournful croon, "I know," he said gently stroking her back calmingly, "but we're just getting started, and there's other things I need to warm you up for before we start decorating."

She stiffened slightly as if she had briefly forgotten just how long this was going to last and then started wriggling again.

"Gabrielle," Harry warned, "you're squirming again, maybe I should paddle you so you learn how to stay still for your punishments?"

"Maybe you should?"

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you, you're so close to the edge that if I paddled you it might just push you over, thought you'd get a free come out of it, yeah?"

She cursed softly in French.

Harry laughed, "well, we can't have that, then it wouldn't be a punishment for being such a naughty little Witch would it?"

"Non sir."

"Well, lucky you, that book Wanda sold me, you remember? The one I wouldn't let you look at?"

"Oui!" she was sounding a bit desperate as Harry had reached back under to tease her directly again.

"Well, I learned a handy little spell, that's absolutely perfect for this situation, Pirfici Nox," he incanted drawing a tight circle on Gabrielle's skin with the tip of his wand.

She jumped, "what was zhat?" she asked turning her head back to look Harry in the eye's over her shoulder.

"Zhat, I mean that was a temporary enchantment that will prevent you from climaxing until I use a specially chosen code phrase."

Her eyes widened dramatically and before she could say anything Harry dived in, burying his face in her crotch, and licking and sucking for all he was worth. Gabrielle jumped and trashed and only held her place by Harry's firm grip on her bum. She screamed and pleaded for relief, but it only drove Harry on, using every trick and technique he knew to drive her out of her mind.

After only a minute, but what must have felt like forever to Gabrielle, Harry retreated. Her hands clawed at the bed spreads and pulled much of them up in her attempts to simultaneously get away and come, neither of which was going to happen. She was drenched in sweat, and panting loudly, so Harry summoned a bottle of water like he had seen joggers use and offered it to Gabrielle. She drank greedily and gave Harry a little breathless 'merci'.

Harry grabbed the paddle and made sure the softer side was aimed, "still so little control, look at how messy the sheets are?"

"Zhe sheets!?" she asked bewildered.

SMACK

She shrieked, then moaned, "oh merlin..." she said shakily.

"I'm going to do six, three for each cheek, every time you squirm I'm adding one, feel free to make as much noise as you want though. Oh, and I'd like you to count."

"Oui sir." she steadied her breathing, and seemed to focus on it, in through her nose, out of her mouth.

SMACK

She shrieked again, but didn't squirm, "deux."

"Are you going to count in French?"

"Oui si-"

SMACK

She jumped this time, "tsk, tsk, that's seven now."

"Zhat was a dirty trick."

"Well, you've been very naughty."

SMACK

"Ugh, quatre!"

Her arousal was flowing in thick creamy rivulets down her thighs, and said thighs were shaking, but she kept still.

SMACK SMACK

She made a kind of 'unf' noise, "cinq, six!" Her hands were clenched, fisting the sheets and trembling, but she hadn't moved.

"Very good," he started stroking her again with his left hand and Gabrielle let out a plaintive moan. "I'm proud of you for learning your lesson." Her bum was a light pink now, and true to what she had said the stinging of the paddle had shot straight to her sex, the light pain and pleasure swirling around in one bit arousing warm mess.

"For the rest of the day you can squirm and move all you want."

"May I come sir?"

"Not just yet, though feel free to ask as much as you want."

SMACK SMACK

She shrieked and jumped up, "what!?"

"You forgot the extra one?"

"Zhat was seven and eight, I only earned one extra one."

"Wanted to keep things even," Harry grabbed her by the backside and pulled her to him, kissing her deep. His hands on her pink tender flesh sent a new wave of warm tingling heat through her, and she seemed to melt against him, all her passion building up through her body, and expressing itself out in her little pink tongue, battling with Harry's sensuously, like she was showing him just how he affected her through their kiss.

"Over the bed again."

She bend dutifully, if a bit wary this time.

"We're done with the paddle for now, I promise. The rest is all pleasure, though, in the end you might think it's worse."

Harry took the metal balls first, and inserted them into her pussy one at a time, the inner ball rolling around already, making a soft chiming noise. Gabrielle made a kind of surprised 'oooh' and squeaked when the other one went in and jostled the first one.

"Get up and take a few steps, see how they feel."

She did so, and on her first step, they shifted dramatically and she almost fell. The weights inside the balls made sure they shifted randomly with her every movement, and each step was an exercise is teasing pleasure."

"What do you think?"

She gave him a dark look, but couldn't help but lift the corner of her mouth in a slight smile, "positively torturous."

"Back on the bed."

Once there, Harry couldn't help but take a short quick lick. She jumped and arched her back, cooing. Harry picked up the plug, currently at it's slimmest, barely thicker than a Muggle pencil at the tip, and pressed it gently against her arsehole, not pushing in, just rubbing in little circles, the self lubricating charm already activating.

"Cold!"

Harry hit the plug with a warming charm, and Gabrielle voiced her appreciation. Harry spent a solid two minutes working it in, pausing every time he felt the beginnings of a twinge of real pain. He kept up the teasing of her clit the whole time as well, figuring correctly that it would distract and relax her. Finally, it passed the widest point and sunk quickly to the base. Gabrielle sighed and shifted. It felt heavy in her, and very present. In fact it was hard for her to concentrate on anything else, and Harry could already tell, with it's more than snug fit, that every little movement would cause the plug to shift and wiggle in her. Paired with the metal balls in her cunt, every step would be a teasing, pleasurable torture.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked, stroking her back soothingly, tracing the edge of the plug's flat base. He knew of course, what the physical sensations were like, with vivid exacting detail, but he wanted her view on it.

Gabrielle shifted a bit and wiggled, "full," she finally said.

Harry chuckled, "does it feel good?"

"I... yes?"

"Not sure?"

"Um... 'aving trouble zhinking. Eet's... 'ard to ignore."

"Don't try to ignore it, embrace it. Revel in it. Can you stand?"

"I zhink so."

She stood, shakily using her hands against the bed to brace herself. When she was righted, she turned slowly and stood before Harry. Harry took two steps back and beckoned her. She took a normal sized step and swooned. Both her holes were very tight, and very full; the plug shifted dramatically when she stepped, and she contracted hard around it, which in turn shifted the balls against one another, stroking her insides. She shuddered and tried to take another step and almost fell, but Harry caught her. "You alright?"

"Eet's... intense."

Harry sat down on the bed and pulled her sideways into his lap. Her legs pressed tightly together minimized the movement of the balls, and while she couldn't ignore the presence of the plug, if she wasn't moving around much, it didn't shift. Harry simply held her, stroking her hair and whispering calming words to her, and gradually her arousal faded. Before it was completely gone though, Harry stood up, pulling her with him and asked her to try walking again.

She took a tentative step, and the sensations were far less potent. She sighed in relief and tried walking in a circle around the room. Five steps in and she was getting hot, ten and she was dripping again. A full circuit back to Harry and she was breathing hard, but the sensations were manageable. "I zhink zhat eef I am not on zhe cusp of orgasm, I can walk fine."

"Good, why don't you put your knickers on?"

She pouted but did it anyways.

"These," he said as he tugged on the waist band drawing her in close, "wont be coming off until I decide to let you come." With that Harry grabbed the leash and attached it to her choker. Gabrielle blushed, but the wave of heat heat coming from more than just her cheeks told Harry she was quite taken with the idea of him leading her around, and her widening eyes told him she realized that with the leash, Harry would be controlling the pace at which they walked, taking away any control she had over the taunting objects inside of her.

With that, Harry started walking towards the door, and quickly reached the end of the leash. Gabrielle had to take much larger strides than she would have normally, and the shifting and teasing became intense. By the time they had returned to the dreary basement and the stairs up into the house proper, she was on the verge of climaxing, and sweat stuck her hair to her face. Taking pity on her, Harry grabbed her up into his arms bridal style and carried her up the stairs. Gabrielle could do little but cling to him, panting, trying to calm herself.

Once upstair, Harry set Gabrielle on her feet, and walked to the foyer at a much more sedate pace. Gabrielle for the most part kept pace with Harry at his side, but occasionally had to stop for a second when a particularly strong twinge went through her. Once there, Kreacher popped in unexpectedly, surprising the pair. For a brief heart stopping moment Harry was worried that Kreacher would react badly to what he and Gabrielle were doing, but he figured with Mr. and Mrs. Black's tendencies, Kreacher was already used to such things, and he was probably correct, as Kreacher didn't even seem to notice Gabrielle's outfit as anything out of the ordinary.

"Is Kreacher to be starting redecorating now Master?"

"Um... yes? I thought it would be a group effort though."

"Nonsense, Kreacher is taking care of Master's house. Tell Kreacher what Master desires and Kreacher will be doing it."

"Well that's handy, isn't it?" he asked Gabrielle.

She had apparently not been listening, but she heard Harry ask her something, and responded with a distracted, "wha?"

She was flushed from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts which were heaving in the constricting outfit, and much of her hair was matted to her face. She looked debauched, and Harry took a moment to admire her before cleaning her of sweat and setting her hair right with a few charms. She thanked him weakly and leaned against him. He dutifully put his arm around her waist and helped her stand, at the same time he could feel that she had grown used to the plug, no longer feeling like she was stretched, so he sneakily reached behind her with his wand and tapped the plug, expanding it slightly. She stiffened immediately and glared at Harry.

"Oh, did I forget to mention it expands?"

"Yes, you did."

"Well it expands."

Harry responded by kissing her neck, and despite her mock anger Gabrielle leaned into him more, and sighed, arching her head back to give him more room.

"So Gabrielle, what should we do with the entrance hall?"

"I thought you said autumn colors?"

"I did didn't I? Well, that was sort of a joke I guess, I wan't being serious. Anyway, Kreacher I appreciate the help, but don't put yourself out for it."

"Kreacher is using magic Master," he responded confused, like Harry was speaking gibberish.

"Okay, well, get rid of the umbrella stand, and the elf heads for a start."

"The... the elf heads Master?" Kreacher looked devastated.

Harry sighed, "Kreacher, I know how you feel about it, and I know what the intent was, but it's... frankly it's rather creepy, and I don't think it's dignified at all, but if you really feel strongly about it, why don't you move them into your room... for... inspiration?" Harry ended weakly. He hoped Kreacher accepted it, because there was no way they were staying out in the open like that. It made the house feel like it's previous residents had hunted house elves for sport.

Apparently Kreacher was fine with it, and with a snap and series of loud cracks they disappeared along with the troll leg umbrella stand.

"Well, now I'm lost. I'm sort of, out of my element here, any ideas?"

"Not really, non."

Harry sighed and looked around, thinking about what he could do to make the place more welcoming. "More light, this place is so dark all the time."

"We could add windows," Gabrielle added.

"Kreacher, can we add windows along this wall?"

"Of course Master."

"Alright, and um... how about a nice cheery sky blue for the walls?"

"Oh!" said Gabrielle suddenly, "I 'ave an idea."

"Tell me," said Harry, who noticed that her arousal had dimmed dramatically, so he started roaming his hands again, and settled with one, tapping the plug gently, and the other dipped into her panties, playing with her pussy, but avoiding direct contact with anything too stimulating.

She groaned, closed her eyes and blew out a calming breath, "we could give zhe rooms... what's zhe word... ah, a motif."

"A what?"

Gabrielle sighed in frustration and Harry dipped a finger inside her until he met the balls, and stirred them a bit. Gabrielle arched her hips and grunted, "like, zhis room would be morning, and as we go along room to room zhey would change from morning to night."

"The Kitchen would end up being all dark though."

"True, so maybe just this room?"

"Yeah! We could paint it like the sky, and have it rise on that side, arch over and set. We could even key it to the actual day and night cycle."

"No problem," said Gabrielle quickly drawing her wand from between her breasts and pulling away from Harry; he wondered if many girls did that, so far both Gabrielle and Hermione had kept their wand there when their clothing made other options unfeasible. Harry also thought she had jumped at the chance to cast some spells as to earn an impromptu break from Harry's merciless teasing.

"You can do all that?"

Gabrielle shot him a confident look and smiled saucily, "charms prodigy remember?"

"Right," replied Harry chuckling.

She waved her wand back and forth in large arcs from wall to wall and the ceiling, mumbling a constant stream of spells. The color of the walls slowly bled white and the old and weathered dark wallpaper peeled and curled up on the floor. When the walls were bare, Gabrielle stopped, took a deep breath and started again, this time with one sweep, but her movements were much slower, with precise little deviations in her arcing motion.

From the swirl of color now seeping steadily from the point of her wand to the wall, fanning out and flattening right up to the corners, and the wooden molded archway that led into the main hall. Once settled the shifting colors settled, and slowly in the wake of Gabrielle's sweeping wand a scene appeared. On the east side a simple beach and soft waves beyond appeared, less a meticulous drawing, but more an implied scene with broad strokes of color abstractly creating the scene. At the opposite side the skyline of London as it appeared from the house.

Harry shocked to speechlessness at Gabrielle's surprisingly artistic hand simply waited to see what she would do next.

Next was the sun apparently, as she 'painted' it on the ceiling, and with a soft "lumos minimus" the orb glowed, casting a soft muted light over the whole scene.

"Zhe colors will change when eet rises and sets, zhen zhe moon will make zhe same path."

"That was amazing."

"Zhank you, 'Arry."

"I mean really, it's beautiful," Harry's voice had taken on a husky quality. He found that her skill set him off somehow. He grabbed her and brought his head down into a searing kiss, grabbing her arse with abandon and lifting her into his arms. She threaded her arms through Harry's and held onto the back of his shoulders. She had clenched her behind when Harry grabbed her, and contracted around the plug she had forgotten was there. It send heat through her, pooling in her sex, which also clenched twisting the balls around making her writhe against Harry, which just made Harry more forceful, which in turn made her shift more setting off the cycle even more. It was a sudden ramping up too, and she moaned and gasped, clenching her legs around Harry reveling in the sensation, and it wasn't until she was right at the precipice and couldn't climax that she seemed to remember her predicament, and started to beg.

"Pleaze 'Arry, pleaze let me come! I'm so close," she nearly sobbed, unable to stop her writhing which of course just made it worse.

Harry found he had to dampen the sensations coming from Gabrielle to avoid falling to his knees. Rather than grant her request, wanting to push his own resistance to temptation as much as Gabrielle's limits. With a snap they disappeared entirely, and Harry suddenly felt quite empty. He gradually opened the link until it was just a simmering veneer of sensation. He then looked Gabrielle straight in the eyes and said, "not yet."

She moaned piteously, and kept writhing even though she knew what it did to her, but when Harry reached down and into her kickers and grasped the base of the plug, she froze, eyes wide and slightly scared. Then, slowly, he pulled it out to it's widest point, held it there a breathless second and slammed it back in.

Gabrielle arched, pressing her bound breasts tight against Harry's chest, mouth open in a soundless scream, eyes bugged in disbelief that she still could not climax. She was in overload, and Harry began to rapidly fuck her with the plug in one hand, and hold her against him with the other. Every time it bottomed out in her bottom she would inhale quickly and squeakily, and grip Harry's shoulders with a bit more force, trying simultaneously to arch away from the intruding plug and fuck herself back on it.

Harry hit some sort of limit however, and her body began to tighten rhythmically in pre-orgasmic ripples. It was almost pain and her eye's scrunched tight, and her expression was so unreserved, so primal and needful, that Harry couldn't help but stop, slamming the plug all the way back in and almost falling to the ground, cradling Gabrielle beneath him as he plundered her mouth and ground his groin against hers.

She lay there bonelessly, managing to kiss Harry back, but it was weak and distracted. Harry for a moment let the link between them slip open and buried himself in her need for him and his hands, or his mouth, or his cock and simply held her now, until they both calmed considerably.

When they were both coherent again Gabrielle stretched beneath him and her back popped in a series of satisfying cracks. She called Harry a bastard, but her voice was laden with lust and just a hint of awe at the sensations Harry had been able to wring from her.

Harry laughed and got unsteadily to his feet, drawing Gabrielle up with him conjuring the water bottle again and handing it to her, "we're just getting started, just think about how insane your orgasm will be at the end of all this."

She took a long drink, "We're only one room een, and zhat waz already zhe most intense thing I've ever felt. Eef I 'ad come zhen I zhink I would 'ave lost my mind, and you want to do more."

"We haven't even finished the first room."

She groaned, "what else iz zhere for zhe entrance?"

"How about two big windows on either side of the door. Let some light in. Oh, and tinted so we can see out, but nobody can see... well, I guess that actually doesn't matter now does it?"

"Sound lovely, 'ave Kreacher do eet."

Chuckling, Harry called Kreacher over and explained the windows he wanted, and Kreacher assured him that by the next morning they would be installed. With a satisfied grin and Harry's face the trio left the entrance hall, looking much brighter and welcoming than ever before, Kreacher keeping pace ahead of them, rapidly cleaning the house as they moved through it.

The hallway they decided was so laden with portraits that there wasn't much decoration to add, but they again removed the old dreary wallpaper, and painted it a bright sky blue. At midday the entrance hall and the main hall would be the same color essentially, and Gabrielle thought some happy fluffy clouds on the ceiling would look cheery. Gabrielle similarly added a charm to the torches to make them burn brighter and larger and white, filling the hall with light. The portraits complained, shielding their eye's, but Harry brushed them off and said, "you'll get used to it I'm sure."

When they entered the dinning room Gabrielle asked with more than a little frustration, "so, 'ow many more rooms before I get to come?"

"Let's finish the ground floor, so the kitchen and the den, and we can do the bedrooms that are probably going to be used most, so the master, Hermione's, Ron's and yours."

"I don't need my own bedroom," Gabrielle exclaimed, shocked that Harry would even suggest such a thing.

"Well, I don't expect you'll be sleeping there, you don't even need to have a bed in there if you don't want, it'll just be your space, but if you think I'm not going to have you in my bed every night you're crazy."

"Hmmmmm, you should take me zhere now."

"Not yet, we have six more rooms to go."

"Skip mine for now."

Harry chuckled, "impatient aren't we? Fine, we can do your bedroom another time."

"'Arry, fuck me please."

"No."

"Why?" she asked in a whimper. She pulled her needy and most innocent face and clung to the front of Harry's shirt pressing herself against him, "please 'Arry, you're so 'ard, I can feel you throbbing in your pants. Use me. Take me. Rape me, fuck me, fill me up until zhere iz nozhing left!" she was rubbing up and down against Harry's whole front, and clawing at him lightly through his shirt. It sent shudders down Harry's spine, and he arched into her movements.

'So this was her game,' Harry thought. Rather than beg to be allowed to climax, she would beg Harry to take her, obviously thinking that Harry's orgasm would satisfy her, bypassing the charm and forcing her to climax with him. Harry rather thought she was right, but in any case was determined to deny himself for as long, or possibly longer than he was denying her. "No," he said simply.

Gabrielle fell off of Harry quickly, and with a devious smirk dropped to the ground, sitting on the plug and rolling her hips in a little circle. The plug shifted and rotated in her, forcing barely tolerable spikes of pleasure to shoot up through her. Her hand dove down into her knickers and she stoked herself until a puddle formed beneath her. She moaned and screeched in pleasure and denial and shot a look at Harry who was kneeling and smiling at her display. She stopped instantly her expression dying, "why aren't you rolling on zhe floor in pleasure?"

"I can dampen the bond if I focus on it."

"What! Zhat-zhat isn't fair!" she cried.

"No, it's not," said Harry falling forward and pulling Gabrielle into his lap as he sat on the floor. He played with the tops of her breasts and kissed her, while sneaking his wand back down and tapping the plug bringing it to it's third size. She gasped and squirmed in Harry's arms.

"I'm thinking a night theme for the dinning room, any ideas?"

Gabrielle groaned, "stars?" she suggested weakly.

"Yeah," said Harry craning his neck up to look at the ceiling. "The constellations, and lots of blues and purples for the walls."

"Ugh," said Gabrielle weakly getting up from Harry's lap, "I'm so... FUCK!" she shouted stoping her foot and rounded on Harry, "I can't believe you can dampen zhe bond. I zhought I 'ad you zhere. I was just going to play wizh myself until you couldn't take eet anymore and TAKE ME! Can't you feel it 'Arry? My pussy keeps squeezing, grasping for somezhing, but eet's just zhose thrice damned balls. Can't you tell what eet wants 'Arry?" She leant over and held Harry's face in her hands, "eet wants somezhing better to squeeze around. Somezhing hot, and hard, and attached to you." She kissed him, slow and passionately and when she was done, "please 'Arry?"

"Not yet."

"When zhen!? I can't..." she ground her teeth as her whole stomach tightened again against her will, and gasped as the sensations shot straight to her pussy. Her face was flushed and covered in sweat, "I can't take much more of zhis."

Harry got up swiftly and leaned over Gabrielle, locking eyes, but not touching. "Actually, I think you can take much more. Actually, I was going to use this room as a bit of a rest. You're the one who decided to masturbate, and those 'thrice damned balls' were your selection, remember?"

Gabrielle grumbled something under her breath, then, "stars right?" she said, still panting.

"Right," said Harry, stepping back to watch her skillful charms work again, trying to figure out why he found her exceptional wand work such a turn on.

She did her wallpaper peeling spell again, and turned the walls, in alternating blocks every time she hit a seam or bit of moulding, a deep midnight blue and a dark dusky purple, and the ceiling pitch black. The torches also disappeared, and only the afternoon light streaming in through the windows all along the outside wall of the room, kept the place lit.

Pointing her wand upwards Gabrielle started making little quick jabbing motions, mumbling again. It was like she was poking holes through the ceiling. Each jab shot made several flickering pinpricks of light appear in the shape of all the constellations Harry remembered from Astronomy, and few he had forgotten. When she was done, the room was subtly lit by them, and Harry could tell, even with the curtains on all the windows closed, the 'stars' and the candle laden crystal chandelier hanging over the center of the great long table would be more than enough light to dine by.

Satisfied, Harry led Gabrielle by her leash into the kitchen and they both decided, that other than replacing the worn and cracked paint on the cabinets, and walls that little more was needed. They settled on a warm and cheery yellow, thinking about breakfast usually taking place in the room, and Gabrielle directed a permanent breeze to flow through the garden and in the kitchen window, filling the space with the smell of flowers and fresh grass, two smells Harry loved.

After a bit of thought, Harry decided that it needed a bit more, and directed Kreacher to start decorating the kitchen with vases and flowers from the garden, and to replace them when they wilted. Thinking it would brighten the room considerably, and probably give Mrs. Weasley a bit of a shock to find it so decorated, they departed to the upstairs.

By the time they got to the top Gabrielle was leaning against Harry and shaking. She was still getting random contractions in her abdomen and sex. Rather than get used to them, they had started to become more ragged, and pull louder and more pained noises from Gabrielle, though Harry could still feel overwhelming pleasure, and was always cautious to check for any real pain, though not the pain of incompletion that was flowing through her, making her clit throb repeatedly, the lips of her sex swollen, her fluids having long soaked through her panties, trickling down her thighs, starting to stain her stockings.

They went into Ron's room first, and found that he, or more probably Mrs. Weasley forcing him or having done it herself, had cleaned the room up nice and tidy. It was relatively plain, painted the same soft cream colour as all the other guest rooms. "Kreacher," said Harry, "find some time to buy every Chudley Cannons poster you can, no repeats, and wallpaper the room with them."

Ron's room done, they moved next into Hermione's. It was almost completely bare (she had never used it for more than sleeping) and Harry wondered what he could do to make it more 'Hermione' like. "Kreacher, the door to the library that can go two ways, can we add another potential door to it?"

"Kreacher not be knowing Master. Kreacher will be asking Mrs. Black how."

"Good, I'd like another door to the library put in here, and some shelves... you know, I think I know exactly what I'm getting Hermione for Christmas."

Gabrielle was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, trying to control her breathing. Harry stalked up to her trying to be stealthy, but she groaned wearily when he was almost upon her, "what now?" she whispered.

"I'm having trouble deciding what else to do for Hermione's room."

"I can't even zhink straight."

Harry pulled her into a warm hug, "try. All I can think of is books and I've got that covered."

"She's been your friend for six years, and all you can think of is books?"

"Trust me when I say there's nothing Hermione is more passionate about than learning, and books are an extension of that. Every year I ask her what she wants for her birthday and christmas and every year she says books. I've also never seen what her dorm looks like at Hogwarts, so I don't know what she likes in the way of nicknacks. I've also never seen her house. I know she likes expensive quills, it's one of the only things I've ever seen her splurge on besides books. She's not into makeup, or perfume. I guess I just don't know what she likes. We're usually discussing, deeper things."

"I zhink you should encourage 'er to decorate 'er own room."

"You just want to be done decorating."

"Non, really, she seems like a girl 'oo likes to organize, she will want to place everzhing een a way zhat makes sense to 'er. Zhink about 'ow she arranges 'er notes when she does 'omework."

"Good point, alright, I guess were done with this room. I think you've been very lucky so far, were nearly done and it's only, "Harry cast a tempus,"four thirty."

They approached the master bedroom. Harry had never been in there. Sirius had refused to use the room, and instead stayed in his old bedroom, which was untouched, and Harry planned to keep it that way, at least for now. The master bedroom was keyed to whoever owned the house, so no one, not even Mrs. Weasley had been able to get in, with Sirius' refusal to open it, so Harry had warned Gabrielle to be cautious, knowing that it had never been swept for dark objects like the rest of the house.

The first thing Harry thought when they first entered, was that he was starting to get really, really tired of the colour green. The four poster bed was immense, bigger than the one in the 'play room', and was far more ornate, with snakes still the driving motif of the house. They were everywhere, the handles of the doors, the embroidery on the curtains, the edge of the expansive mirror astride the double vanity tables. The taps in the connected bathroom, which was also huge. The tub could easily fit 12 all along the circular edge, and it had many holes and spouts, and reminded Harry strongly of a hot tub, that he only remembered due to a series of irritating commercials with some garishly dressed Muggle shouting about low prices and low interest rates. He also remembered, it was one of the few things Dudley had asked for and not received.

Harry looked a bit closer at the bed. There were four separate curtains, rather than one long one on a track above the bed. The gaps were covered by four narrow strips of cloth threaded through twin brass rings attached to the top and bottom of the posts. Harry grinned and pulled aside the curtain on the foot of the bed. Sure enough, the four rings were repeated on the inside at the top and bottom as well, but had no cloth running through them. Harry was almost positive what they were for. It seemed that Mr. and Mrs. Black's escapades had extended beyond the 'play room', but in a far more subtle way, that would probably go unnoticed if say, one of their sons, when they were children, came running into their room having woken from a nightmare.

He looked around the room with a slightly more careful gaze. There, a padded trunk sat at the foot of the bed and also had four smaller brass rings, one on each thick wooden leg. 'Those are for wrists and thighs,' thought Harry. He began to hit everything in the room with colour changing charms, copying the pallet of the Gryffindor common room and dorms. The room was soon all dark reds and wood coloured, and Gabrielle had set about changing all the snakes into lions, badgers and ravens. Raven's wings now adorned the edges of the large mirrors, and the taps were the outstretched paws of lions.

When they were done Harry gathered Gabrielle up into his arms and said, "all done," with a broad smile and tapped the plug bringing it to it's fourth stage.

Gabrielle jumped, and groaned, but it was anticipatory this time, "finally," she leapt into his arms, forcing Harry to grab her delectable arse, "fuck me."

"Get on the bed and draw the curtains open."

She bounded onto the bed, giggling excitedly, and settling into a kneeling position, bum on her ankles, legs spread as her hands traced her thighs, "'ow do you want me?"

"Kreacher, we're done for today."

"Yes Master," he popped away with a crack.

Harry summoned the padded chains and tossed them on the bed before climbing on and forcing Gabrielle down on her back. He pressed her into the bed and dove into her mouth, tracing her teeth and gums, and wrestling tongue against tongue. Gabrielle moaned piteously and clutched at him, begging him with out words to finally take her to the end of this game, that it had been long enough, and that she had lived long enough with this pressing need.

Harry slowly laced his fingers through hers and pulled her arms over her head until she was stretched out, never breaking their sensuous kiss. He held the there with one hand, and reached for two of the chains with the other. He brought them up and locked them around Gabrielle's wrists. She groaned, clearly realizing that Harry meant to continue teasing her.

When both her wrists were shackled, he leant up on his haunches, "you know the book where I got the spell you're currently suffering under?" asked Harry conversationally.

Gabrielle glared at him, "non, I 'ad forgotten."

Harry leaned back in and got very close to her face, "what are you?"

Gabrielle looked confused so Harry amended his question, "what are you, to me?"

Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she smiled naughtily, "I'm yours," she purred.

"More specific."

"I'm your slut."

"And?"

"Your whore," her breath was becoming ragged."

"And?" Harry asked softer this time, caressing her face.

"Your plaything."

"Yesssss," Harry hissed and kissed her, "that book, is far more than spell work. It has many interesting ideas about, restraint for instance."

Harry grabbed the ends of the chains and affixed them to the posts at the foot of the bed, drawing her arms downward, and eventually stretched taught. She looked confused again, and Harry not bothering to explain attached the padded cuffs of the remaining two chains to her ankles. Harry got up and moved to the head of the bed, pulling the chains with him. He stood at the end of the bed and drew her legs up and over, pulling the chains farther and farther past her head. She realized, her eyes going wide, what Harry was doing. He pulled until her legs were straight and bent over her head, spread wide and affixed to either post above her.

She was stretched and quite immobile now, her entire body taught and pulled tight. Harry went back to the foot of the bed and gazed at her center, entirely exposed and pulled open. The position of her legs forced her pelvis to curl invitingly, the plug visible and off the bed, the lips of her pussy pulled open; he could see her contract over and over, and he stared until she blushed, then made the plug grow larger.

Then with a flourish Harry released all the bindings on her corset and pulled it roughly from her body. Her blush extended to the tops of her breasts and down her neck at the new exposure. Her breasts heaved as her breathing increased, and Harry reached over, and with a gentle touch, rubbed her clit in a slow sensual circle. She tensed even more if that was possible, and tried to thrash in the bonds and press her body upwards, but her positioning prevented her from raising more than an inch, and Harry kept up with her movements, preventing her from increasing the sensation.

"I'm paraphrasing, but the book had this to say on restraints," Harry continued as if they were discussing it over dinner, and seemingly in deference to her squirming and soft cries, "when you come, it's so intense that the body craves to pull inwards, every muscle tensing. You want to find purchase on something while your mind and body explodes. Of course I've felt the way you cling to me when you come, so now you wont be able to. The last time I had you tied to the bed, you were spread eagle, and could raise your hips to fuck me back, and you had a lot of movement for your arms and legs. As you can see, in this position you are far more restrained."

Harry increased the pressure, but only slightly. Gabrielle's legs were nearly vibrating, and she was pounding the mattress with her fists.

"It said, that the clenching and clutching were actually distractions to the feelings of climaxing, and that we naturally seek to reduce the intensity because it becomes overwhelming, but when you're restrained like this, it makes it so you can't alleviate anything. It forces you to experience everything and can't get away no matter how intense the sensations get. And I'm going to make you experience every exquisite detail."

She was clawing at the sheets. Harry gazed at her hands, clenching and releasing every time she clenched inside. Stopping his ministrations Harry reached down for both her hands and turned them palm up, and gently flattened them, then charmed them petrified. Gabrielle's labored breathing froze for a moment, and she lifted her head and gazed at her hands in horror, then at Harry, "oh, oh, oh nooooooooo," she moaned, she tried flexing them, and they twitched slightly. "You bastard, you unbelievable bastard," there was a touch of awe in her voice.

Harry removed her knickers by severing them and pulling the scraps from her body. Reaching into her he fished out the balls. She thrashed and pounded the back of her hands uselessly against the bed, grinding the back of her head restlessly, a keening cry pulled uncontrollably from her. When they were out Harry stuck two of his fingers inside her and slowly massaged her g-spot. Gabrielle panted and wailed, pulling uselessly at her restraints, pumping her pelvis up and down as much as she could on Harry's fingers. Her fluids were streaming out in a continuous flow.

Harry pulled the dildo from his pocket and enlarged it. He placed the tip at her entrance, and her head shot up and stared, gaping. In one fluid motion he pushed it in to the base.

Gabrielle screamed. The ripples of the glass rubbed in random waves, and the slickness of the glass made the movement overly fluid. Gliding more than sliding in her. He could feel her insides gripping the toy, but there was no purchase, and every movement, in and out, was smooth and silky. She shook in her restraints, tensing, trying to close her legs and her most sensitive bits from the overstimulation.

Harry tapped the dildo and it began to move on its own, in and out, at its slowest speed. It was precise and relentless, Gabrielle shaking like she was crazed, "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck."

Harry tapped the plug. It grew to stage five. Gabrielle lifted off the bed as far as she could and held there, tensed completely mouth open in a soundless scream. Harry, using the last spell in his current repertoire, made the plug start vibrating, intensely, and as quick as he could, set the dildo to it's highest setting.

It pounded in and out of her at an unbelievable pace, and Gabrielle couldn't keep still any longer. She screamed and screamed, utilizing every bit of movement available to her, to jerk and shake uncontrollably on the bed. Harry stood from the bed and removed his clothes and took a moment to admire her toes, and the way they clenched and released, and flexed out sometimes so every toe was separated. He watched the way the arches of her feet flexed and stretched, then her whole foot would squeeze shut again trying to curl into a ball.

With a wave and a finite everything stopped and Gabrielle collapsed. She tried to lift her head but couldn't, "please," she said quiety.

Harry leant over and smoothed his hands soothingly over her belly and her breasts. No teasing, just calm reassuring pressure, "shhhhh pet, we're almost done." Harry reached down and slowly worked the plug out of her arse. She whined at the widest point, then sighed dramatically when it was free.

He positioned himself, and gently set the tip of his cock against her arsehole. He ran his hands up her legs and felt them trembling. "Ready?" he asked.

Gabrielle shouted her reply, "yes fucking yes, just fuck my ass already!"

Still slick from the lubrication the plug had been producing Harry slipped the tip in. She was gloriously tight, and hot. Unbelievably hot. They both groaned deeply at the sensation, the tight slick heat, and the rigidity of Harry's manhood.

He slid in slowly, too slowly for Gabrielle, who thrashed anew, "'Arry! Just fucking do eet!"

Shrugging, Harry slid home with a wet 'shlick' and gasped as she tensed around him. Feeling no pain Harry started to thrust, in and out at a medium pace and Gabrielle's struggling increased, "Merde! Oh fuck, zhats so fucking good! I love zhis!"

Harry couldn't help but pound into her, and she started to chant 'oui' over and over, her pitch rising higher and higher until she was simply squealing. Harry set the dildo vibrating again and her squealing transformed in an instant to wailing cries while Harry fucked her as fast as he possibly could, slapping against her legs.

Her stomach rippled with exertion as she was held on the precipice of climax, contractions rippling through her rapidly in false orgasm, her whole body shaking and twisting as much as she could in her bonds and beneath Harry. He leaned over and nibbled her ear and said in a whisper, "come for me," while allowing the bond to bloom into full.

She sucked in an enormous breath, tensed entirely for barely a second, and crashing into oblivion screaming something like 'UNGAWDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'. She pulsed around Harry at a speed and intensity he couldn't believe. Her orgasm was full body and utterly rapturous. Her eyes were wild and unseeing while she screamed uncontrollably. It was absolutely true what the book had said. Gabrielle's lack of movement intensified and focused the pleasure. Her clit felt on fire, and the unescapable buzzing extended her come, and forced it to go on and on, and Harry, unable to focus at all any longer dove into her sensations entirely and let go, climaxing instantly, his orgasm wrenched from him, and he felt the furious pounding of her heart and nipples and clit and pussy all in time; her whole body thrumming with sensation, and his piled on top of her, and the restraints became even more denying as Harry's climax merged with Gabrielle's forcing her body to come wildly again and again with each blinding shot from Harry.

Both were sent, shouting and incoherent, sounding for all the world like they were being murdered; shuddering, thrusting, and shaking through a solid half hour of fuck-bliss.

When it was all over, Harry ended the vibrations and the spell on her hands, and pulled out of Gabrielle weakly, barely any strength left in his limbs. He managed to tap the restraints, freeing Gabrielle who's legs flopped down onto the bed bonelessly. Her eyes were still wide, and she seemed to stare at nothing, but Harry noticed her flexing her hands open and closed, and her breathing, labored and deep, was never the less evening out.

Harry had just enough strength left to fall onto his side and pull Gabrielle to hers. They wrapped around each other, each finding purchase. Gabrielle who had been denied being able to clutch and feel Harry's body though the whole ordeal rubbed her hands harshly against the skin of his back and neck, like she was making sure he was still there.

Both so drained and sated they quickly began to calm and fade into a deep dreamless sleep. Two thoughts ran through Harry's head just before he lost consciousness. The first, that he was awed and slightly humbled at Gabrielle's submission to him, that she would let him put her through such an ordeal in the pursuit of some sort of super orgasm; and the second, that here, with Gabrielle in his arms, at the conclusion of a long and satisfying bout of kinky sex that left them both immensely fulfilled, in a house he owned and had spent the day decorating with a woman he loved and cherished, that he had never in his left felt more at home and at peace with himself.




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Shout out to Akuma-Heika for Gabrielle's title for Harry.

Also, a note on Harry swearing on his magic, I don't prescribe to the whole magical oath fic trope, in this world it's just words, though Harry is an honorable man. The unbreakable vow of course exists, but can't involve a portrait anyways.