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With the painting complete, Hermione and her concubines were free to celebrate in the most fitting way possible. Naturally, they had made their way to Mistress Hermione’s bedroom for their celebratory orgy.
Hermione was in no hurry to join them just yet. She knew that she could have them any time she wanted, and she would have all four of them soon enough. For now she was content merely to stand at the foot of the bed and smile as she watched her concubines at play.
Padma had Daphne on her hands and knees and was shagging her from behind with her strap-on, squeezing the bum of the elder Greengrass as she did so. Padma’s hips were moving relatively slowly, savoring each push and focusing on moving the strap-on at the perfect angle so as to hit Daphne’s g-spot each time and give her maximum pleasure.
Astoria too was getting fucked doggy style courtesy of Parvati, who was taking a very different approach from her twin. The Gryffindor Patil was giving Astoria an enthusiastic fuck, moving her hips back and forth quickly as she humped her with as much speed and energy as she could muster. It was adorable to watch, and Hermione was entertained by observing the differences in how her concubines approached sex when they weren’t given instruction and were left to their own devices.
It was plain to see that the Greengrass sisters enjoyed taking the strap-ons regardless of the differences in approach and intensity. The Patils had them facing each other while they got fucked on all fours, and Daphne and Astoria took the opportunity to share passionate kisses while they enjoyed their respective fucking. Daphne’s hands rested on her younger sister’s cheeks while Astoria’s ran through her elder sister’s long blonde hair, and Hermione could hear them moaning into each other’s mouths even at a short distance away and with the sounds generated by the Patils.
Hermione watched with a smile, wishing she had her paintbrush with her. Two beautiful blonde sisters sharing a moment of passion while they were taken on all fours by gorgeous Indian twins was a moment worthy of capturing on canvas.
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Daphne had already gotten one climax thanks to Padma’s skillful shagging, and she was well on her way to a second now. She had not one but two strap-ons inside of her, as Padma moved her toy into Daphne’s arse to allow Parvati to take her place in her pussy. The twins made an effective team, pushing in and pulling back in what seemed to be perfect sync with each other so Daphne was constantly stuffed with fake cock that brought very real pleasure to her. Daphne didn’t have Astoria’s lips over hers to muffle her moans now so all four of them could hear her excitement quite clearly while she took her double penetration.
“You’re doing well, girls,” Hermione said. They were operating on their own and had gotten into this position without her instruction but she still saw no reason why she shouldn’t praise her concubines for a job well done. “Those moans are like music to my ears, and I have my lovely twins to thank for it.” Her praise served to make Parvati and Padma fuck Daphne harder, which of course only brought about moans of increasing frequency and desperation, which made it that much more entertaining for Hermione to watch.
A tongue eagerly lapping at her clit reminded Hermione that there was another lovely concubine who was working hard and deserved praise of her own. “And you’re doing so well too, Astoria,” she said, giving the youngest of her concubines an affectionate pat on top of the head. She couldn’t see the look on Astoria’s face as she received her praise since her face was pressed against her pussy, but it was hardly necessary. Astoria’s loving licks around and against her clit said it all, as had her delight when Hermione had told her to come and lick her shortly after she’d finished cumming at the end of being shagged by Parvati.
Astoria hadn’t been disappointed that her sister was free to be fucked by both of the Patils while she got no direct stimulation of her own. She considered it an honor to be called upon to service her mistress, and she was doing it wonderfully. Hermione continued to caress her soft hair and enjoy her tongue on her clit while she watched Daphne have a blast as the meat in a Patil sandwich.
Daphne screamed joyously as she was fucked to her second orgasm since the orgy had gotten underway, but it was unlikely to be the last. Hermione knew she would have her first soon enough but she was in no hurry and would not rush Astoria along. She could take as long as she liked to make her cum as long as she kept up such a worthy effort.
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Having been licked by Astoria until she squirted all over the blonde concubine’s face, Hermione decided that she was ready to join the fun in a more active fashion as befit her position as mistress. She was leaving the blonde sisters to their own devices for now, but the Patil twins were being put into service.
She had Padma on her hands and knees and was fucking her from behind with a strap-on. Hermione chose to mimic Padma’s approach in how she’d fucked Daphne earlier, focusing on moving the strap-on in such a way to brush against the Ravenclaw’s g-spot rather than giving her a hard shag so she could watch her gorgeous brown arse cheeks shake from the impact. She did compensate for this somewhat by administering the occasional slap across the bum in between thrusts, but overall Hermione stuck to a shag that was more sensual than anything else.
Padma had her own responsibilities to see to so she couldn’t just sit there and savor being fucked by her mistress. Her head was between her twin’s legs and she was eating Parvati out per Hermione’s instruction. It was amusing for Hermione to think back on the Patils once believing that they would never have any interest in playing with the other witches or with each other. How quickly things changed. It might have been her command that saw Padma bury her head between her sister’s thighs and lick her until she had Parvati moaning, but Hermione knew that she would have been happy to do so regardless. She’d seen the Patil twins at play with each other numerous times without a word of instruction from their mistress.
But Padma was doubly motivated this time knowing that she was pleasing her sister as well as doing what her mistress told her to do, and her clever tongue was doing well enough that Parvati was gasping and writhing on the bed and tugging on her plait. Hermione wondered which of them would achieve release first between her toy brushing against Padma’s g-spot and Padma using the intimate knowledge of her twin to lick her exactly how she preferred to be licked. Hermione wouldn’t feel any dismay regardless of the outcome. Obviously she could take pride in her performance if she got Padma off first, but if it was the former Ravenclaw who made her twin howl with orgasmic pleasure that was nothing to be upset about. It was a sign not only of how much Padma had integrated into her role as concubine and how she had learned to embrace and enjoy licking her own twin, but a demonstration of Hermione’s success as a mistress. No matter who came first, Hermione was a winner.
It wound up being Padma who got there first, but only just. Her body had barely started to tremble as she went through her powerful climax when Parvati pushed her head in and humped up against her face as she hit her own peak. It was a perfect moment shared between a mistress and her two twin concubines.
A moan from elsewhere on the bed drew Hermione’s attention to her other two concubines, who were not sitting idly by while their mistress had fun with the twins. Daphne and Astoria’s legs were locked together on the bed as they humped each other while watching the threesome, and Hermione smiled at the sight. She dearly loved how readily either pair of sisters would turn to each other for affection when their mistress was focusing on the others.
They would just as happily mix and match, of course, like they’d done at the beginning of today’s orgy when the Patils had fucked the Greengrasses, and Hermione encouraged that as well. But something about seeing Daphne and Astoria dry humping each other or Padma going down on Parvati without hesitation was a much truer demonstration of how strong the new ties that bound all of them together as ‘family’ really were. It no longer mattered that they would have been heavily discouraged from such activities in their old lives. The old norms and societal expectations weren’t relevant to any of them anymore. Only the rules set down by Mistress Hermione mattered.
As long as she approved of what they were doing, what the rest of the world thought was meaningless. And Hermione’s thoughts right now where on what she wanted to do next. Maybe she would ask both Greengrasses to use their mouths on her at the same time, or perhaps she would offer to eat Padma out while Parvati took a turn wearing the strap-on and fucked her mistress. One of the many wonderful things about having four devoted concubines was that the possibilities were effectively endless.
Before she could decide on the next step the orgy would take, an owl flew into Hermione’s bedroom through her window. The owl landed next to Hermione and stuck its leg out so she could take the letter attached to it. She frowned first at the interruption and then at recognizing the owl as belonging to Edmund Greengrass. She didn’t have much interest in interacting with the father of Daphne and Astoria any more than was necessary, now least of all. She had half a mind to take the letter, toss it aside without reading it and order the owl out so she could enjoy her orgy with her beloved concubines and deal with this correspondence later. But the owl remained right where it was, meaning that it had been instructed to wait for a reply from her. Whatever this was about, Lord Greengrass thought it urgent enough to request an immediate response from her.
She very nearly forced the bird out regardless so she could respond to the letter at her leisure, but then she remembered the boon Edmund Greengrass had brought her when he put her in touch with Prakash Patil. Whatever she might think of the man who sired Daphne and Astoria, he’d helped her procure both of her precious sets of concubines. She doubted this latest letter would be as fruitful for her, but she supposed she should at least read it promptly. She opened it and took a look at what he’d written.
Hello again, Miss Granger. As ever, I trust that my daughters have continued to serve you well as your concubines. In addition I hope that my associate Prakash’s twin girls have integrated well into your household. It so happens that there has been an incident involving the Carrow family that I humbly request your assistance in dealing with.
Perhaps you are familiar with the twins, Flora and Hestia. They are a bit younger than you but I do believe their time at Hogwarts overlapped with yours so you may have known them or at least seen them around the castle. In any event, you may or may not have heard that the twins recently made quite a spectacle of themselves by sharing a kiss in the middle of Diagon Alley in full view of numerous respectable wizards and witches.
As you might expect, there has been a strong and swift reaction once news of this salacious act spread. Flora was betrothed to Vincent Crabbe while Hestia had been set to marry Gregory Goyle, but both of those betrothals were quickly withdrawn by the wizards’ respective families. That is arguably not even the worst of it for the Carrow family, however. You may be aware of the unsubstantiated and yet persistent whispers about the true nature of the relationship between the twins’ aunt and uncle, Alecto and Amycus. The family has struggled to maintain their reputation thanks to those rumors, and now Flora and Hestia’s public display have left that reputation in tatters.
This is where you come in, Miss Granger, or rather I should say it is where both I and my good friend Hubert Carrow hope you will come in. The twins’ betrothals are broken and irreparable, but perhaps it is not too late to save the good name of the Carrow family itself. Hubert humbly requests that you publicly declare that you had expressed interest in acquiring both Flora and Hestia as your newest concubines prior to this incident, and to also pay a small sum to acquire them in truth. Should someone of your reputation claim them publicly, it may yet be possible for Hubert to restore the honor that the esteemed name of Carrow once carried.
Since they are currently under much duress, Hubert wishes me to convey that the sooner such an announcement and payment come from you, the more pleased he will be. It is my hope that you will act at your earliest convenience.
“Our fun will have to be paused, my pets,” Hermione said to her concubines. All four of them looked rather disappointed to hear that but Hermione paid them little mind at the moment. She was already moving as she finished reading Edmund’s letter, ready to do as he pleaded and act swiftly. She did not remember Flora and Hestia as anything other than names and cared nothing for the reputation of the Carrow family, particularly if they were all as foul as Alecto and Amycus. But the opportunity to add two new members to her household, and another pair of twin sisters at that, was an irresistible one for Hermione.
“I’m going to shower and prepare to leave,” she said. “Parvati and Astoria, you are to tidy the house up and prepare it for new arrivals.”
“Does that mean we should all get dressed then?” Daphne asked, wrinkling her nose at the thought. The four concubines wore clothing when their mistress had visitors or when they went out in public, but all of them much preferred to be naked and couldn’t wait to get their uncomfortable clothing off at the earliest opportunity whenever they were forced to don it.
“No, there’s no need for that,” Hermione said, smirking at them. “While your sisters straighten things up, you and Padma are to brew two more doses of hair removal potion. We’re about to gain two new members to our family.”
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Things moved incredibly swiftly, and later that very day Hermione apparated into the meeting room where she had arranged to go through the collaring ceremony. She and Hubert Carrow had already agreed to terms; all that was left was for her to formally welcome the twins into her family as concubines.
“Ah, Miss Granger!” Edmund Greengrass greeted her as she arrived, giving her what was likely supposed to be a welcoming smile but instead made her skin crawl. “So good of you to join us on such short notice!” He was there to serve as a witness and as the intermediary who had helped facilitate the deal, and naturally Hubert, Flora and Hestia would be there as well. Edmund was in front though so she saw him first.
“But of course,” she said. “How could I not drop everything when such an offer was presented to me?” She nodded to Edmund and then stepped past him so she could see who she’d actually come here for. Hermione was somewhat surprised to see that the twins were already nude when she arrived. She wondered if Hubert might have been either trying to impress her or simply hoping to get everything done as quickly as possible, but she ruled that out quickly. Given the way their father was glaring at them she deduced that he was angry with his daughters for kissing in public and creating this scandal for him and he was just trying to humiliate them as much as possible. How incredibly petty.
“I hope you won’t mind if I dress my soon-to-be concubines,” she said to Hubert, though it wasn’t intended as a question and she conjured cloaks for both of the twins without waiting for a response. He just grunted and said nothing as she covered both girls up. Hermione barely even glanced at their bodies before she got the cloaks around them. She would take all the time she wanted to admire their bodies once she got home. This was not the time or the place, and Edmund and Hubert were certainly not the company she wanted to keep as she did so.
“Bow your heads, girls,” she said, pulling out the collars that would mark them both as hers.
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Hermione brought the Carrow twins back with her to her home, and upon arriving she was pleased but not at all surprised to discover that Parvati and Astoria had cleaned up well. The place looked nothing short of spotless and could not fail to make a good first impression on Flora and Hestia as they were welcomed into their new home and new life. But even more pleasing than the spotless house was their greeting party.
Her four existing concubines all stood at attention to welcome them, and all four were nude save for their collars. If Flora and Hestia hadn’t been sure what exactly to expect before, they had to realize it now. They’d said next to nothing up until now beyond what was required of them during the collaring ceremony, but Hermione hadn’t asked them to. She wanted to get them away from their old family and into their new one before she spent any time inspecting them or getting to know them.
“Welcome home, mistress,” both the Greengrasses and the Patils said, all at the same time in perfect unison. Hermione smiled, pleased that they’d done that without her even instructing them to.
“Thank you, girls,” she said. “Say hello to the newest members of our family. You might know them better than I do, Daphne and Astoria, seeing as you were all in the same house.”
“Astoria would likely know them better than me,” Daphne said. “They were three years behind ours at school but only one behind her.”
“We didn’t talk much,” Astoria said. “They didn’t talk with anyone much, actually, aside from each other. They generally kept to themselves.”
That sounded plausible to Hermione given how quiet they had been all day. “There will be plenty of time for all of us to get to know each other now that they’re part of our family,” she said. “But first, let’s take a look at them in their uniforms.”
Hermione removed Flora’s cloak and then immediately pulled Hestia’s off as well. “As you might have gathered from how my other concubines greeted us, you will ordinarily wear nothing save your collars,” she told the new additions. “Other than when we have company or we go out in public, this is how you’ll be dressed. I suggest that you get used to it quickly.”
While she left the Carrows to mull that over, Hermione as well as her other concubines looked over the new set of twins. She had gotten a brief glimpse of their bodies at the outset of the ceremony since they’d been nude when she arrived but she had deliberately avoided looking at either of them long enough to make any assessments. She’d been saving that for now, when she could appraise them at her leisure without their father or Edmund Greengrass around to spoil the mood. Now she let her eyes roam their bodies and inspect them from head to toe, taking in what her two newest concubines had to offer physically.
The twins had skin paler than either set of sister concubines Hermione had already acquired, and in terms of body type they fell in between the more slender Patils and the curvier and more voluptuous Greengrasses. They wouldn’t be labeled as instant beauties by someone who looked only at the surface, but Hermione could see the truth. It was a general lack of care and grooming that diminished Flora and Hestia’s appearance, from their excess body hair to the lank and unkempt brown hair on top of their heads. With some proper grooming and a more flattering haircut they could be just as beautiful as the rest of Hermione’s concubines.
“You brewed two doses of the potion, yes?” Hermione said, looking expectantly to Daphne and Padma. They were the stronger potioneers among her concubines, which was why Hermione had divided up the tasks of brewing and cleaning the way she had.
“Of course, mistress,” Daphne said, holding a vial out towards her.
“Yes, mistress,” Padma said at the same time, producing a matching vial. Hermione accepted both vials with a smile.
“Well done, girls,” she said. She saw Padma beam out of the corner of her eye but her attention was on her newest concubines now. “Take these,” she said, holding a vial each out for Flora and Hestia to take. “Just a bit of grooming, nothing to worry about. You won’t even feel nauseous, I promise.”
The Carrow twins looked at the vials dubiously, and Hermione wondered if they might object or ask more questions before they swallowed them. But Flora brought her vial to her lips and swallowed, and Hestia followed her lead and swallowed her own dose of potion. The girls gasped as the potion did its work and removed all body hair below the neck, leaving their skin as smooth as the other concubines and just how Hermione liked it.
“Astoria, Parvati, do something about their hair,” Hermione said. “I trust your judgment with this.” She’d placed her confidence in Daphne and Padma to brew the potions in her stead since she’d needed to handle things with Hubert Carrow, and she would leave the hair makeover to the more fashion-oriented of her concubines. While Astoria and Parvati put their heads together and discussed what they would do, Hermione decided it was time for her to get to know her newest concubines a bit better.
“So Flora, Hestia, do you think you have fought for Voldemort in the war if you’d been old enough to do so?” she asked. The twins flinched, and Hermione wondered whether they were afraid to answer honestly or if they simply feared the name. “I won’t hold the answer against you either way. What you did in the past doesn’t matter to me because you’re my beloved concubines now, and I’m going to take care of you. I’m merely curious. You’ll only make me angry if you answer dishonestly.”
Flora took a deep breath and then answered, suggesting to Hermione that she generally took the lead and Hestia followed along. “We didn’t think about the war much,” she said. “We weren’t really for or against You-Know-Who, not like other members of the family.”
“Yeah,” Hestia agreed. “We just worry about looking out for ourselves.”
“I see,” Hermione said, nodding as she watched Parvati begin to groom Flora’s hair while Astoria did Hestia’s. It truly didn’t make much difference to her; she was being honest when she said it was their present and future as her concubines that mattered to her rather than whatever they’d done or believed in the past. She was simply curious.
“But we could see that many of those who followed him were stupid,” Flora said, possibly worried that she needed to distance herself from the pureblood bigot aspect of her family and get on the good side of her muggleborn mistress. “Like Crabbe and Goyle. I’ve never met a more useless pair of wizards in my life.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Hermione said with a smile. Draco’s former flunkies were about as dim-witted as you could get. “This actually brings me rather neatly to the next question I was going to ask you. Why did you kiss each other in the middle of Diagon Alley? Was it because you felt a genuine attraction towards each other, or did you do it solely to force the hands of Crabbe and Goyle and get out of an unwanted betrothal?”
“The latter,” Flora admitted quietly. “We couldn’t stand the idea of spending the rest of our lives with those idiots, but our father wouldn’t budge no matter how hard we tried to convince him to cancel the contracts. We were desperate, and we had to do something drastic to free ourselves from that fate.”
“So you felt nothing from that kiss?” Hermione asked. “You don’t feel any desire for witches?”
“No, mistress,” Flora said, and Hestia shook her head as well. “We’re both straight witches who have only ever had interest in wizards.” They both looked nervous about admitting it, but Hermione wasn’t the slightest bit bothered by it.
“There’s nothing to worry about there,” she said. “As I’ve said, it’s not your past but how you adapt to your new life as my concubines that really matters to me. You’ve already gotten used to referring to me as mistress, which is good, and you didn’t complain about your new everyday attire or lack thereof like some of your fellow concubines did at first.” Astoria gave a guilty smile at that, knowing she’d been the biggest offender there.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” she said, though she wasn’t timid or afraid of rebuke. She knew that Hermione was a giving mistress and that she wouldn’t be punished in any way for any previous misgivings about what was now expected of her. She’d gotten over it quickly and adjusted to life as Hermione’s concubine wonderfully and that was all that mattered.
“That’s okay, my pet,” Hermione affectionately replied. “You make it up to me every day.”
“Thank you, mistress.” Astoria grinned broadly and stepped back from Hestia, having finished giving her a fresh haircut. Parvati finished up with Flora at the same time, and Hermione could see that they’d coordinated and come up with an identical hairstyle to use in the makeover of both girls.
“Well done, girls,” Hermione said, admiring the way they’d turned that unkempt hair into flattering medium-length cuts that framed their faces much better. “We’ve got a couple of beautiful new additions to the family, don’t we?”
“Yes, mistress!” all four of her existing concubines said in unison.
“Now that you’ve been properly groomed we can work on welcoming you properly into our home,” Hermione said to the Carrows. “You mentioned that you’ve only ever had interest in wizards.” They nodded, Flora first and Hestia soon after her. “My training regimen will transform you from heterosexual witches to submissive lesbian concubines, and incestuous ones at that, in no time.”
The Carrows said nothing, but she could see the doubt on their faces. They understood the dynamics of the mistress and concubine relationship well enough to avoid giving voice to those doubts, but Hermione had no trouble seeing it regardless.
“It seems like your new playmates are skeptical,” Hermione said, turning back to the four who had already been through this same regimen and learned to love all the pleasures that came with being her concubines. “Why don’t you show them how effective it actually is? Let’s start simply. Parvati, you demonstrate with Daphne. Padma, you go with Astoria.”
The girls split up as directed, put their arms around each other and kissed while the Carrows watched. The easy familiarity and affection was plain to see there. Flora and Hestia wouldn’t have any doubts that these girls had kissed often, nor that they enjoyed doing so.
“Good,” Hermione said. “Now switch to the other sister.”
The girls broke apart and swapped, Daphne kissing Padma while Astoria took Parvati into her arms. The two girls who had frequently been amongst Hermione’s closest challengers for top marks in their year at Hogwarts showed their cleverness and knowledge as they kissed each other just how they liked it. Meanwhile Parvati and Astoria were more enthusiastic and playful, pushing back and forth with their lips and groping at each other’s bodies, fondling a breast here and squeezing an arse cheek there. Hermione could have let this go on indefinitely as a demonstration of how comfortable her four concubines had become with girl on girl sexuality, but there was a larger lesson that needed to be given here. There was still one more possible way for the four of them to break off into pairs, and this was the combination that would catch the attention of the new additions the most.
“And now let’s see some sibling affection,” Hermione called out. The Carrows couldn’t have missed how there was no arm twisting or threats required for Daphne to put her arms around her younger sister and pull her close enough for their breasts to press together, or that the already bright smiles on the faces of the Patil twins got even brighter once they left their current partners behind and embraced each other instead.
There was no mistaking the passion that pervaded the air as sister kissed sister. Lips scarcely pulled back for air and tongues slid into mouths without hesitation, and both sets of sisters freely touched each other. Astoria reached between her body and her older sister’s to grope and squeeze her round breasts, and the Patils ran their hands all over each other’s slender bodies. The Greengrass sisters and the Patil twins weren’t merely going through the motions of a kiss. They were engaging in passionate snogs with their siblings, and they showed no signs of cooling off. Hermione knew that they would sit there kissing all day if she didn’t tell them to stop, and they would consider it a day well spent.
“I’m guessing that looks quite a bit different from the kiss you two shared in Diagon Alley to escape an unwanted betrothal?” Hermione said, turning to look at the Carrows. They just nodded while staring wide-eyed at the incestuous display taking place right in front of them. “You’re probably thinking there’s no way that a couple of straight witches like yourselves would ever kiss another woman with such passion, and that you’d never kiss your own sister like that.” She cleared her throat. “Girls, if you can find the willpower to stop what you’re doing, tell our new family members what your sexual preferences were like before you became my concubines. And don’t simply tell me what you think I might want to hear. Be honest and share your true feelings with our new family members.”
If there was one thing that would motivate her concubines to stop kissing their sister-lovers it was fulfilling s command from their mistress. They broke apart quickly and arranged themselves in a line facing both Hermione and the Carrows, and they spoke one by one.
“I was completely straight when I first put my collar on,” Padma began, “but I’m a dyed in the wool lesbian now.” The other three concubines nodded in agreement, acknowledging that both parts of this statement applied to all of them.
“Yeah, I never would have dreamed I would ever want to sleep with any girl,” Parvati said. “Now I can’t imagine ever going back.” There were more nods of agreement.
“I was so nervous when I first came here,” Astoria said. “I didn’t know how I was going to adjust to something so different, but I love everything about my life now. I love sleeping with all the other concubines, and of course with my mistress. No other sex could compare.”
“Indeed,” Daphne said. “I wasn’t a virgin before I came here, but my sex life with wizards before becoming a concubine isn’t even worth thinking about. My mistress gives me the best sex I’ve ever had or could ever dream of having.” There were multiple enthusiastic nods at that, and Hermione grinned. “But other than Mistress Hermione, my favorite partner to have sex with is my sister. I love playing with the Patils as well of course, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy my time with both of you as well. But there’s a closeness and a bond between me and Astoria that makes our play time that much more enjoyable.”
Far from being upset about Daphne saying that she preferred having sex with Astoria over them, the Patil twins confirmed that the same was true for them. They enjoyed their twin time nearly as much as they enjoyed being fucked by their mistress, and they weren’t shy about letting the Carrows know it. And Flora and Hestia couldn’t doubt their sincerity either. They’d seen the passion with which the two pairs of sisters had kissed and groped each other. They knew that this wasn’t an act, however hard it might be right now for them to imagine themselves ever feeling the same.
“Thank you for sharing, girls,” Hermione said. She looked back at the Carrows. “Do you doubt what they’re saying?” she asked them.
“No, mistress,” Flora said, as Hestia too shook her head.
“Then know that you will feel the same way soon enough,” Hermione promised. “Let’s begin by having you recreate your stunt in Diagon Alley that brought you to us in the first place. We’ll see how much the testimony you’ve just heard, not to mention the fact that you’re both nude this time, changes things before we proceed.”
Flora and Hestia inched closer to each other and tentatively brought their hands up so Flora’s were on her sister’s shoulders while Hestia’s went to her twin’s cheeks, which Hermione assumed was a reproduction of the actual placement when they’d kissed the first time. Their lips slowly came together and eventually met in a kiss. It was the awkward, tentative kiss of girls who were both not used to kissing other girls and uncomfortable with the idea of kissing their twin. In short, it was the polar opposite of the passion that had been present between the Patils and the Greengrasses just beforehand. Hermione wondered how anyone could have run with a scandal based on this moment if this was really all of the contact and passion they’d been able to muster. How could anyone believe that this was anything other than an awkward cry for help?
“Again,” Hermione instructed after allowing them to pull back to catch their breath and compose themselves a bit. The twins moved in and shared a second kiss, and while they still had a long way to go to be compared to either of the other pairs of sisters it was at least a little bit better than they’d managed before. She had them repeat it again, and again, and with each repetition they got a little less awkward and the kiss became progressively more natural. Hermione had full confidence that they would learn to love the taste of each other’s lips in time, but they were getting used to it at least and for now that was progress.
“That’s it,” Parvati said, clapping her hands. “Keep kissing her, Flora. Aren’t your sister’s lips so soft?”
“Just relax and forget about everything else that came before,” Padma advised. “No one’s watching you and judging you here like you’re doing something wrong. It’s just us. You don’t need to feel any shame about enjoying the kiss. Embrace it. Love it.”
The encouragement from the other concubines seemed to help the Carrows relax and lose themselves in the kiss more and more, much to Hermione’s pleasure. They got comfortable enough with standing and kissing each other that she decided it was time to have them escalate things.
“Now start playing with each other’s boobs while you keep kissing,” Hermione told them. They weren’t as quick to put the command into actions as her other concubines would have been, but then again the Patils and Greengrasses wouldn’t have needed any prompting to start groping each other. She was pleased to see that they did bring their hands up faster than they’d come together for their initial kiss, and those hands started rubbing and squeezing much more quickly than they’d gone to deeper kissing.
She couldn’t say what thoughts were running through their heads and it would likely take more work before they settled into their new lives with the same skill and contentment that Padma, Parvati, Daphne and Astoria displayed every day now. But they were becoming more comfortable kissing and touching each other already, and even if they were doing this at her prodding she was still certain that they were beginning to warm up to and accept how good it could feel for them to do this with each other.
“Look at them go!” Parvati cheered, and then she moaned. Hermione glanced at her and saw that she and Padma had their hands between each other’s legs and were mutually masturbating their twin while they watched the newcomers settle in.
“They’re catching on quickly,” Astoria praised, and then she too moaned. Hermione saw that the Greengrass sisters had moved to a chair to watch, and Astoria was seated on Daphne’s lap while her big sister fingered her. The younger sister writhed and moaned, enjoying the attention.
Hermione smiled at seeing yet more proof of how thoroughly her first concubines had come to love their lot in life. They might have been reluctant at first, having gone along with it only to satisfy the terms to negate the ancient blood curse that had haunted their line and in so doing save Astoria’s life, but she knew that they would never give up the passion they’d found and the love they shared.
The Carrows would get there too. They were still in the earliest stages right now, still learning how to accept the sudden change in their lives and understand that there was no reason to run from the comfort they could find with each other. But they were walking down that road as surely as first the Greengrasses and later the Patils had walked it, and they were going to reach the same joyous destination. They already looked to be well on their way as they kissed and groped each other with growing confidence, but Hermione decided that now was the time for further demonstration.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said, motioning for all six of her concubines to follow her to her room. “We have so much to teach our newcomers, and I know you girls are going to do a great job of showing them how great this can be.”
--
“Pay careful attention,” Hermione said to the Carrows as she stood next to them at the foot of the bed. “You’ll be up next.”
Astoria and Parvati had already given them verbal tips on the art of cunnilingus but now they were giving them a practical demonstration. Astoria had her head between her older sister’s legs and was licking her well enough that Daphne was sighing and clutching at her little sister’s blonde hair. Padma was on her back beside Daphne and moaning loudly enough to compete with her thanks to the dutiful oral attention from her twin. Parvati was working at her sister’s clit with her tongue and making Padma’s hips buck.
The Carrows had not just one but two perfect examples of sisterly cunnilingus taking place right in front of them, so no matter where they looked they would see just how powerful a proper licking could feel. They could see either set of sisters licking away and put themselves in their place. They were getting a preview of what it would be like for them once they were able to take what they’d learned and put it into practice. It wouldn’t be too long now before Flora and Hestia would be able to make each other moan like this.
Even if this was intended to be a demonstration of skill before the Carrows took their turn to show what they’d learned, Hermione saw no harm in allowing Astoria and Parvati lick their sisters to completion before moving on. After all, the climax was an important part of the demonstration. And so Flora and Hestia got to stand and witness Daphne groan and push her little sister’s face tighter against her as she came, and they got to hear Padma cry out and clamp her thighs against her twin’s cheeks when Parvati got her off. Hermione saw no way that such a scene would fail to make a major impression on the Carrows. If this didn’t motivate them to give it their all she couldn’t imagine what would, beyond a strict approach to her role as mistress that she would much prefer to avoid.
She didn’t expect that to be necessary though, because she could read the body language of Flora and Hestia. They might still be slightly nervous about all of this, but they were also intrigued. They were starting to understand the depths of pleasure that they would be both giving and receiving now that they were her concubines, just like the two sets of sisters on the bed had discovered before them.
“Are you ready to show what you’ve learned?” she asked them once Daphne and Padma had settled down and began to recover from their climaxes.
“I’m ready, mistress,” Flora said, and the excitement in her voice thrilled Hermione. There was still nervousness there too, but it wasn’t stopping her from looking forward to trying it out for herself.
“Me too, mistress,” Hestia said, nodding. “I’ll do my best.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Hermione said. “Padma, Daphne, would you mind making some room on the bed so our new playmates can prove themselves to their instructors?”
Padma and Daphne crawled over to one side of the bed and snuggled in each other’s arms to recover from their climax, and their sisters happily got down on their backs and spread their legs so the Carrows could make their attempt. Hermione watched Flora take up position between Parvati's legs and begin to lick, and Hestia quickly did the same for Astoria. They'd climbed onto the bed and thrown themselves into their tasks readily enough for witches who had considered themselves completely heterosexual until today and had never done anything even approaching this with another woman, and that was laudable.
Now came the real test though, because it was time to see if the instruction and demonstration from Parvati and Astoria combined with that willingness to do their best would result in cunnilingus good enough to earn the approval of their tutors. Hermione knew that Parvati and Astoria would not give them false praise here. They might both be friendly witches but they understood the importance of being able to give good head, so the Carrow twins would need to prove themselves here.
"That's pretty good, Flora," Parvati sighed. "You're doing a good job with your tongue, but don't forget the clit--oh, yes, that's it! That's the spot right there! Keep it up!"
"You're putting the effort in, and that's the important first step," Astoria said to Hestia. "But remember what I said about licking. You don't need to get too fancy with your tongue. It's about using the right amount of pressure in the right spot, so pay attention to how your partner reacts. When you find something that works, stick with it." There was a delay as Hestia absorbed that information, and then a few seconds later Astoria moaned similar to how she had at a point earlier on. "Right, there you go! Just stay there and keep licking me just like that!"
Hermione watched as the Carrows kept at it, and evidently they continued to approve if the sounds Parvati and Astoria were making were any indication. The moans kept getting louder and they made sure to praise their students and let them know how good a job they were doing, whether with a kind word or an affectionate pat on the head.
"So they're good, are they?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, mistress!" Parvati said, smiling. "There's still plenty of room for improvement, of course. But Flora is taking to it well enough."
"Hestia's giving it her best too," Astoria said. "I'm sure it will take time before she gets really good, and even longer for her to get as good as Parvati or Padma, or my sister. She's putting in the effort though."
"And do you think they're good enough now that they should show their mistress what they've learned?" Hermione asked. "Or should they continue to practice on you lot until they've honed their skills some more?"
"I think they're ready to try pleasing you, mistress," Parvati said. "Just don't expect something quite as skilled as you're used to."
"I'll keep that in mind," Hermione said as she climbed onto the bed. Parvati and Astoria immediately scooted farther up the bed to give her as much room as she needed to stretch out and make herself comfortable. She made eye contact with Flora first, so Hermione decided she might as well start with her.
"Let's see where you're at, Flora," Hermione said, nodding at her and pointing between her legs.
"Yes, mistress." Flora got down on her belly, put her hands on Hermione's inner thighs and began to lick her. Hermione had heard Parvati remind her not to neglect the clit, and that lesson had obviously been committed to memory. She didn't go straight for it, but the way she licked Hermione's pussy and brought her tongue closer and closer to her clit suggested that she had it in mind and was building towards pleasing it. Admittedly she didn't do so as skillfully as one of Hermione's other concubines would have but she appreciated the effort nonetheless, and when the sweeps of Flora's tongue eventually reached her clit Hermione sighed.
"That's nice," Hermione said after feeling what she determined was the limit of Flora's current ability for several minutes. It wasn't at the level of any of her more established concubines yet, but that was to be expected. It would take time for Flora or her twin to reach that level, but this was a positive sign and a demonstration of her potential. She'd thought of both twins as diamonds in the rough when she first saw them, and that appeared like it would be as true in bed as it had been with their physical appearances. Flora could have made her cum sooner or later if Hermione had let this continue, but she decided she would rather test Hestia out and then move on to some more group fun.
"This is a good starting point," Hermione said, giving Flora a pat on the head. "Just keep working on improving your skills and you'll be able to please your mistress as well as the others eventually. But now it's time for your sister to show me how far she's come along."
Flora moved and Hestia took her place, and Hermione waited to see how well Hestia had taken her lessons. Her tongue probed and took experimental licks of Hermione's pussy, searching for whatever might work best for her.
To her credit she heard her mistress moan when her tongue brushed at a nice angle and she did not commit the mistake she apparently had earlier with Astoria. She stayed right there and did her best to keep spiraling her tongue against her in the exact same way in order to bring her mistress the greatest pleasure she could. She couldn't quite hit it with the consistency that the others would have, but this was also her first time ever going down on a woman, or second time if you counted her trial with Astoria that had come immediately beforehand. Consistency and confidence would come with experience.
"You both pass," Hermione said, lightly shoving Hestia back. "I look forward to seeing your continued progress. But there are even more important things for us to do tonight."
--
“Come on, girls!” Parvati called out. “Join in! It feels so good!” Padma’s moan backed that up. The Patil twins were scissoring on the bed enthusiastically, both of them clearly enjoying the benefits of the double dildo their mistress had handed them.
“It really does!” Daphne agreed while she and Astoria were similarly locked together. They humped their hips just as quickly as the Patils were and found just as much pleasure from the double dildo they’d been given.
“You’ll love it, I promise!” Astoria shouted, just before closing her eyes, throwing her head back and moaning. Hermione watched it all, curious to see what the Carrows would do. They’d been given a double dildo of their own but she hadn’t explicitly told them that they had to use it. She very much hoped that they would, but at least for now she was leaving the decision up to them. She felt that it would be much more impactful and effective at bringing them into the mindset of happy concubines if they chose to use that toy themselves.
Both had already revealed that they were virgins, which was a delicious fact in Hermione’s mind even as it served to make them nervous and hesitant about doing this. Once they mustered the courage to go through with this they would have sex for the first time, and it would be with each other. The Carrow twins were going to give each other their virginities and Hermione couldn’t wait to see it.
They had to work up the courage to go through with it first, but Hermione could practically see their curiosity and interest to see what it felt like slowly but surely winning out over their nervousness at losing their virginities to each other. This was a huge part of the reason why Hermione had done it in this way, particularly once Flora and Hestia revealed that they were virgins. There would be some fear and trepidation there regardless of what she said, but if they had the other two sets of sisters right in front of them, fucking each other with the same toy the Carrows had been given and clearly having the time of their lives as they did so, they would work up the courage to go through with it on their own.
Then, magically, it happened. Flora, taking the lead as always, put her end of the toy into position, and Hestia soon followed. They mimicked the positions of the other pairs of sisters, interlocking their legs so they could lose their virginities together. There was a deep hissing breath from Hestia and a short gasp from Flora, and Hermione watched both of them closely.
“How are you feeling?” she asked gently.
“Full,” Flora said. Hestia just nodded in apparent agreement.
Hermione had her next question ready. “And does it bother you that it was your own sister, your twin who you lost your virginity with?”
“No,” came Flora’s answer, and there was a shake of the head from Hestia.
“I don’t mind it,” Hestia said quietly. “It’s always been us together, just the two of us. Even when we were at home with the rest of our family and even when we were surrounded by other Slytherin girls in the dorms, Flora was the only one I trusted with anything.”
Hermione smiled to hear it. “You’ll have five new witches that you can trust now, because your mistress and your fellow concubines want only the best for you,” she said softly. “But I think it’s lovely as well as fitting that you give your first times to each other. After all these years together you’re finally joined as one. Enjoy it. Bask in it.”
The Carrows did just that. Flora and Hestia started moving, rocking their hips and scissoring just like the Patils and the Greengrasses were doing. They moved slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of fullness and their lost virginity, but their rocking became more energetic and insistent as they adjusted and the pleasure overtook whatever discomfort had been there.
“Oh!” Flora moaned. “Oh, it feels so good!”
“Me too!” Hestia whined. “I’m, oh, I’m so glad that I’m doing this with you, Flora! There’s no one else I love more!”
Hermione’s white teeth flashed in a smile of contentment. That admission from Hestia was music to Hermione’s ears, and nearly as satisfying for her as the sounds of three pairs of sister concubines moaning with pleasure as they scissored each other. She’d known it wouldn’t take long for the reluctance of old expectations to fade away as they got closer and found how much more precious their bond as twins could become once they tore down all barriers. Now they’d done it, and they were enjoying it just as much as their fellow concubines had and did.
It was unsurprising to see the Patils and Greengrassses suddenly start humping harder once they heard the Carrows getting more involved. Hermione hadn’t given them any sort of instruction but they had taken it upon themselves to hold back at the start and wait for the new twins to catch up, and now that Flora and Hestia were well into it they really got going.
All three sets of sister concubines humped and moaned as they raced towards their climaxes. The Patils and Greengrasses could have finished well before the Carrows had they been going at it in earnest from the beginning but they had held back in the hopes that they could all reach orgasm together.
The three pairs all got there in close enough proximity that Hermione had to pay close attention to be able to tell what order they actually began in. She was paying close attention of course so she had no difficulty there. The Patils got there first, Parvati screaming and Padma closing her eyes and groaning as they came together. The Greengrasses were right behind them, with both Daphne and Astoria signaling their immense pleasure by closing their eyes and crying out with the pleasure of a simultaneous climax.
Both of her pairs of concubines looked as beautiful together as ever, but Hermione’s attention was primarily on the newest additions who were experiencing all of this for the first time. Flora and Hestia had never known the pleasure of orgasming along with each other, but they were getting introduced to it now. Hestia whimpered so cutely as she came, and Flora opened her mouth as wide as her eyes when the pleasure hit her.
Hermione licked her lips, cataloguing this moment as one that would live on as one of her fondest memories. All three sets of sisters were locked together and embracing the pleasure they could share with each other, and Hermione watched on like a proud mistress.
--
Hermione was happy to let Flora and Hestia give their virginities to each other, but she was also happy to claim another of their firsts for herself. After giving them some time to recover she had prepared Hestia, gotten her and Flora in the position she wanted them and put on a strap-on so she could take Hestia’s anal virginity.
“Just relax, and don’t tense up,” Hermione instructed Hestia as she rubbed the head of the toy against her. “It’ll be much easier on you that way, and I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I understand, mistress,” Hestia said. It sounded like she was taking deep, calming breaths in order to prepare herself, and Hermione nodded in approval. She had Hestia down on all fours with her head between Flora’s legs, but Hermione would give her time to adjust to losing her anal virginity before pressing the issue of licking her sister.
Hestia gasped as Hermione slid forward and the toy penetrated her arse, but Hermione was pleased to note that she did not sound like she was in any pain. She could have caused her pain if she’d been rough with her or pushed the toy in harder and deeper than she was ready for, but Hermione was not some uncaring mistress. She wanted to take care of Hestia, to show her that she was safe in her hands and that she could trust her mistress with everything. Making her first experience with anal sex as pleasant as possible was an important step in Hermione establishing herself as a caring mistress, and she would not fail or let her baser desires get in the way.
She helped herself to Hestia’s arse but kept her lust in control, maintaining a steady pace with her hips that saw the toy sliding back and forth in her and breaking her in gradually. Hermione never slammed it in deeply or thrust too wildly. Even as she enjoyed being the first to ever penetrate Hestia’s bum she kept control of herself and gave the anal virgin time to get used to each step along the way before the toy sank any deeper or moved any faster.
It paid off with Hestia relaxing and breathing evenly, showing that she was in no pain and did not fear what was happening either. There were even little gasps and moans that came from her as she got more comfortable with the toy sliding back and forth inside of her. Hestia not only adjusted well to losing her anal virginity but actually started finding enjoyment in it too.
The responsibility for Flora having a good time too rested with Hestia, which was something of a test from Hermione. She wanted to see how well her new concubines would be able to multitask and give each other pleasure even while going through the rather distracting experience of losing their anal virginities. Group sex was obviously a huge part of daily life for Hermione and her concubines and it was vital that Flora and Hestia get used to it.
Hestia made this adjustment even faster than her mistress honestly expected her to. Hermione had thought she would need to give her some encouragement and remind her that she needed to use her mouth to take care of her sister once she’d been afforded an appropriate amount of time to settle into her first buggering, but she didn’t even need to say a word. Before Hermione had actually decided that it was necessary to give that reminder, Hestia started licking her twin without any directive from her mistress.
Hermione was a proud mistress indeed as she listened to Flora’s moans and looked down the length of Hestia’s body to see the smile on her face as she received her first licking from her twin. Hestia had been able to take in the instruction from the other concubines earlier, practice what she’d learned on Astoria and then show her current level of progress to her mistress, and now she was finally putting it to use on her twin.
It all culminated in this. Even while being buggered by Hermione Hestia was able to lick her sister well enough to make her smile and moan. These two had gone from virgins who would never have even considered lesbian sex, let alone incestuous lesbian sex with their own twin, to happy concubines who fit right in with the rest of Hermione’s ‘family.’ There was still work to do be done to get their skills up to the same level as the rest of the concubines, but it would be pleasant work indeed with how happily they were settling into the family.
Hermione was mildly surprised to hear Flora groaning and grabbing onto her twin’s hair as she came before any of them. While Hermione had been holding back and taking it easy on Hestia lest she be pushed too hard during her first anal sex, she wasn’t expecting her to be able to make her sister cum quite this quickly given her lack of experience at giving head. That she’d pulled it off just went to show not only how well she’d been instructed and how quickly she’d taken to the lessons but how happy she was to be able to bring such pleasure to the twin who had been her closest companion all of her life.
Seeing such a transformation was a beautiful thing in Hermione’s eyes. Her concubines had found each other as surely as she’d found them, and she couldn’t be happier about it. With the deep satisfaction of that joining and that pleasure to serve as her motivation, Hermione had no trouble getting off herself. She rocked her hips and buggered Hestia faster and harder than before, confident now that she could take it and that she was aroused enough that she would even enjoy it.
She was right, because Hestia came right along with her. As Hermione’s pleasure struck, so too did the twin who had only recently had her anal virginity taken. She’d been a virgin in every way before she entered Hermione’s bed, and now here she was, cumming while her mistress’ toy was in her arse and her head was buried between her sister’s thighs. What wonderful progress they’d made already. And there was still so much more lessons to be given, so many more firsts to be shared and so much more fun to be had by all of them.
Hermione pulled the toy out of Hestia slowly and crawled over so she was sitting next to Flora’s head.
“I’m going to take a couple of minutes to recover, and I imagine you’ll need some time to calm down after your sister took such good care of you,” she said, stroking Flora’s forehead and running her hand through her hair. Parvati and Astoria really had done a marvelous job with their makeover. “After we’ve recovered we’ll switch positions. I’ll take your anal virginity and you’ll get to make your sister feel as good as she just did for you. Won’t that be fun?”
Flora smiled and nodded.
--
Hermione sat back and watched, still nude but feeling no desire to get involved in the action again right now. Claiming Hestia's anal virginity had been quickly followed by the same thing with Flora, and that had been just as satisfying. She'd felt Flora adjust to and eventually embrace the pleasure of losing her anal virginity just like her twin had, and she'd seen her give Hestia her all as well with her head between her legs. It took slightly longer for her to get her sister off with her licking but she still got there eventually, and Hestia's orgasm didn't appear to be any less powerful than her sister's had been.
Their proud mistress joined in their pleasure and got a second orgasm, and now she was content just to watch all six of her concubines together at once. She'd encouraged Daphne, Astoria, Parvati and Padma to have some fun and introduce the Carrows to the wild fun of some group play, and she hadn't been surprised when all four of them chose to grab strap-ons to go to town with. It also wasn't a surprise when they stuck with their sisters, Daphne and Astoria claiming Flora for themselves while the Patils happily took Hestia.
The Carrow twins had lost their virginities together and their first anal experiences had come with their mistress, and now their fellow concubines were helping them get used to being fucked in both holes at the same time.
Daphne had chosen to get on bottom and slide her toy into Flora's pussy while Astoria took her bum, and they worked together as well as a quidditch team who had been playing together for years. And why shouldn't they be able to work together so well? They'd had plenty of practice with Parvati and Padma in as many combinations as they could dream of, both with and without their mistress joining in.
Hermione was pleased to see that they didn't push quite as hard as they might if it had been Parvati or Padma sandwiched between them. They did not lose sight of the fact that she had been a virgin until earlier that same day, and they knew not to get too rough with her. This was especially important for Astoria to keep in mind, both because she was in Flora's arse and because she was the one who had more of a tendency to get more energetic and aggressive during sex. But she would never do anything to deliberately hurt one of her fellow concubines and she didn't let her excitement get the better of her here. The Greengrass sisters gave Flora just the right combination of fucking and tenderness to make her moan as she felt the toys push back and slide forth in both of her holes. She got to feel not just the excitement and the heat that would come in their new lives but also the tenderness.
Hestia received a very similar sort of induction into double penetration courtesy of the Patil twins. In their case it was Parvati on bottom and Padma doing the buggering, and Hermione knew there was nothing to worry about there. Padma was precise and measured in how she took Hestia's arse, giving her nice and even strokes that let her feel the fake cock and the very real pleasure it brought without wincing or crying out in pain because it moved more wildly than she was ready for.
Parvati contributed nicely in her own way from the bottom too. She didn't thrust up aggressively beneath her to drive the toy into Hestia's cunt. Instead she let Padma more or less dictate the pace and control the intensity while she followed along. She also showed Hestia that their relationship and the relationship between all of the concubines had at least as much to do with love and affection as it did with lust and sex by kissing her passionately on the lips. Even from her seat Hermione could hear Hestia moaning and kissing Parvati back, sinking into the passion and embracing it just like her arse welcomed Padma's thrusts.
Hermione didn't need to say a word. She had trained the Greengrasses well, showed them the expectations she had of them and the pleasures that came with meeting them, and they'd been settled and happy in their roles well before the Patils came along. The first set of twins had been welcomed by both their new mistress and the Greengrass sisters, and Hermione had thought her life couldn't get any better. She'd honestly believed that the painting she had only just completed before she received that fateful letter from Edmund Greengrass on behalf of Hubert Carrow had captured her family as it would always be.
She wasn't used to being proven wrong, but this was one instance where she was happy for it to have been so. The Carrows had been an unexpected addition but a welcome one, and as Hermione watched both Flora and Hestia revel in their respective double penetration she knew how perfectly they were going to fit right into the existing dynamic in the Granger household. Going from four concubines to six might have been too much for some mistresses, but Hermione could see for herself that things were only getting better for them.
With how closely their bodies were pressed together it was legitimately too difficult for Hermione to tell who had cum first or if there really had been any difference. It sounded more like a shared cry of pleasure than any one concubine or even a pair of them finishing, and this seemed fitting. They were all in this together, so why shouldn't they climax together as well?
After the Carrows' ecstatic cries died down and their bodies relaxed, it didn't take long for Flora's head to droop against Daphne's chest as fatigue caught up to her. Her eyes closed and she was sleeping with her head nestled into the blonde's breasts within moments. Hestia followed her twin's example one more time, all but collapsing on top of Parvati as she surrendered to sleep's call. Hermione was unsurprised to see the Carrows crash so hard. This had been an extremely eventful day for both of them, and they'd earned their rest as far as she was concerned. And since she was the one in charge of their lives now, her approval was all they really needed.
"You did wonderfully, girls," Hermione said to her four still-conscious concubines. "I'm proud of you. Now rest, if you feel like it. You've more than earned your sleep."
There were answers of 'Yes, mistress', 'Thank you, mistress' and the like from her concubines as they took Hermione up on her offer. Both sets of sisters cuddled the sleeping twin they had just introduced to double penetration, embracing them and snuggling them. Before long all six concubines were fast asleep on the bed, each either wearing a dildo or having said dildo inside of one of their holes.
Hermione, not yet tired, grabbed her pens and a pad so she could sketch her sleeping concubines and marvel yet again at her good fortune. Another lovely set of twin sisters had suddenly been offered up to her, and they were already integrating so well into their new roles. Her household was getting fuller, as was her bed, and she couldn’t be happier about it.
Speaking of her full bed, it might be time to look for a new one. This bed had served her well, but she needed one large enough to offer ample room for all seven of them to comfortably rest as well as play at the same time.
--
Dennis Creevey showed his true professional as a photographer by not commenting on the rather obscene nature of this family portrait he'd been hired to take. But that was one of the two principal reasons Hermione had chosen him, the other being his skill.
Many photographers would have gossiped about Hermione standing behind her concubines while wearing a dominatrix outfit and holding a riding crop, but Dennis didn't. And anyone else would surely have stared at said concubines, kneeling side by side in a straight line as they were. They were wearing nothing save for their matching black collars and they all struck an identical pose with their backs straight, their hands on their thighs and their legs spread shoulder width apart. Their beautiful breasts and bare pussies were on full display for all to see, and it took a true pro like Dennis not to gawk at them like this.
Hermione was glad she'd hired a photographer who would maintain his professionalism and do his job no matter what he saw, because she knew how gorgeous a photo her family was going to produce. Every one of her concubines had struck their pose happily, and not one of them showed any unease about being photographed in the nude like this. Even the newly-trained Flora and Hestia were confident and at ease as they smiled for Dennis' camera. They'd come a long way in a short time, and it was because of their progress that Hermione had scheduled this photo shoot. Painting her concubines was a treasured hobby of hers, but she wanted this image with all of them in it, including herself standing in back as the proud mistress she was.
She was even prouder later once she got the finished work back from Dennis. Her family portrait with her and her concubines was just as captivating as she'd known it would be. All of her concubines, Flora and Hestia included, looked very proud to be kneeling in front of her and wearing her collar in the photo. Their arousal was also plain to see, but Hermione hadn't needed any photographic evidence of that. It had been obvious enough with how randy they'd been as soon as Dennis was out of the room.
Not that this was a problem. Hermione encouraged that kind of behavior from her concubines, and Flora and Hestia were fitting right in.