Chapter 12

The next day, you and Iris make your way to the Room of Requirement, You arrive early, wanting to prepare the space for Jasmine's next lesson. Iris, ever the eager participant, helps you arrange the room, her excitement palpable. The Room of Requirement, ever responsive to the needs of its seekers, transforms at Iris's command into a familiar sanctuary, mirroring the intimacy of Jasmine's bedroom back at Potter Manor. The walls are lined with towering bookshelves, filled to the brim with leather-bound tomes. A plush, velvet chaise longue sits in one corner, its crimson fabric a stark contrast to the room's otherwise muted colour palette. In the centre of the room stands a large four-poster bed, its posts carved from dark wood and entwined with silk ribbons that match the room's drapery. The minutes stretch as Iris fidgets, her usual poise replaced by an anticipatory energy that mirrors your own.

Finally, the door creaks open, and Jasmine steps into the room, her eyes wide as she takes in the familiar room. Her gaze lands on you and Iris, and she offers a tentative smile, the corners of her mouth trembling slightly with nervous excitement.

"Hello, Jasmine," you greet her, your voice steady despite the thrum of anticipation that courses through your veins. "We've been waiting for you."

Jasmine nods, her eyes darting around the room before settling back on you.

You gesture to the room, now transformed into a space reminiscent of Jasmine's sanctuary at Potter Manor. "We thought you might like something familiar for your next lesson," you explain, watching her closely for any sign of discomfort or ****.

Jasmine's eyes travel over the room. "It feels like home," she murmurs, her voice tinged with wonder.

Iris beams at her sister's approval, her hand reaching out to squeeze Jasmine's in silent solidarity. "We thought it might help you feel more at ease," Iris adds, her tone soft and encouraging.

The tension in Jasmine's shoulders eases slightly, and she takes a step further into the room. "Thank you."

Jasmine's eyes flicker with a mix of trust and trepidation as Iris extends the vial towards her. The liquid within shimmers with an otherworldly glow, the potion's magic practically humming in the air. "Here, Jasmine," Iris says, her voice laced with a convincing sincerity that only adds to the potion's allure. "This will help settle your nerves."

Jasmine, ever the obedient student, accepts the vial without question. The glass feels cool against her fingers, a stark contrast to the warmth that blossoms in her belly as she uncorks the bottle and drinks the potion in one swift gulp. The fluid is both sweet and spicy on her tongue, a delicious contradiction that sends a shiver down her spine.

Almost immediately, Jasmine feels the potion's effects. Her body relaxes, her muscles loosening as a flush creeps across her cheeks. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, grow darker with arousal, the pupils dilating as her gaze locks onto yours. You can see the subtle change in her posture, her spine straightening, her chest thrusting forward, and her breasts straining against the fabric of her school uniform.

Iris watches her sister with a knowing smile, her own body reacting to the potion's magic, her nipples hardening beneath her robes. She steps closer to Jasmine, her hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her sister's ear. "How do you feel?" Iris asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jasmine swallows, her throat bobbing enticingly. "I feel...free," she admits, her voice husky.

A transformative warmth spreads through her body, settling in the deepest recesses of her being. Her emerald eyes, now darkened pools of desire, flickered between you and Iris, her expression one of bewildered arousal. The potion, as per your careful design, ensnares her will, binding it to your own, but to Jasmine, it feels like a liberation, a dissolution of inhibitions that have long shackled her.

Iris, your faithful instrument in this grand scheme, observed the changes in her sister with predatory satisfaction. Her own body, so attuned to the potion's magic, thrummes with anticipation.

Iris, with her alabaster skin and luscious red locks that cascade down her shoulders like a fiery waterfall, moves with feline grace towards her sister. Her green eyes, mirrors of Jasmine's own, sparkled with a mischievous light as she closes the distance between them. The potion's influence has rendered her devoid of any modesty, her body a vessel for your pleasure and manipulation, yet she retains an air of innocence that belies her corrupt nature.

Her full, rosy lips part slightly as she leans in, her breath a gentle whisper against Jasmine's mouth. The kiss is tentative at first, a soft exploration, but it quickly deepens, fueled by the potion's potent magic. Iris's lips meld with Jasmine's, her tongue slipping into the warmth of her sister's mouth, coaxing and teasing. Jasmine's body responded instinctively, her tongue entwining with Iris's in a dance of growing hunger. Iris's hands find their way to Jasmine's chest.

As you step behind Jasmine, your hands glide over the contours of her body, aiding Iris in the delicate task of undressing her. Your fingers work in tandem with Iris's, a symphony of synchronized movements that strip away the layers of Jasmine's school uniform, revealing the supple canvas beneath.

Jasmine's body quivers under your touch, her breath hitching as you and Iris undress her. The blouse, once a symbol of her studious nature, falls away, exposing the smooth expanse of her back. Your hands trace the curve of her spine, eliciting a shiver from her. Iris, ever so diligent, unclasps Jasmine's bra, freeing her breasts which sway gently with each tremulous breath she takes.

Iris moves with practised ease as she lavishes attention on Jasmine's tits. She alternates between the two, her mouth never leaving the soft, supple flesh. Her tongue swirls around each nipple, teasing them into hardened peaks before she sucks them deeply into her mouth, eliciting whimpers of pleasure from Jasmine.

Your hands, meanwhile, continue to explore Jasmine's body. You slide them around her waist, pulling her closer to you, and pressing her back against your chest. You can feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Iris's ministrations send waves of pleasure through her.

With a deft flick of your wand, you banish the remnants of Jasmine's skirt and panties to a distant corner of the room, leaving her deliciously exposed. The soft curve of her ass, the gentle swell of her hips, and the enticing juncture of her thighs are all bared to your hungry gaze. Your eyes trace the delicate contours of her body, lingering on the subtle pink blush that colours her skin, a visible sign of her arousal.

Your fingers ghost over the smooth expanse of her lower back, trailing down to the swell of her buttocks. You caress the supple flesh, feeling it quiver under your touch. Jasmine's breath hitches as you squeeze gently, your fingers kneading her cheeks, spreading them slightly to reveal the tight pucker of her anus and the glistening wetness of her pussy.

Your voice, low and commanding, cuts through the haze of pleasure that envelops Iris as you tell her to stop sucking on Jasmine's tits. She pulls back from Jasmine's tits with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva, her green eyes clouded with lust. You guide Jasmine towards the bed, her body pliant and willing under your touch. She lies down on the soft sheets, her red hair fanning out around her head like a fiery halo, her green eyes wide and expectant.

Jasmine's body is a feast for the senses. Her modest breasts rise and fall with each breath, the nipples still hard and wet from Iris's attentions. Her stomach is flat, leading down to the neatly trimmed patch of red hair at the apex of her thighs. Her legs are slightly parted, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her pink, wet pussy.

Iris, her green eyes darkened with the same lust that seems to have taken permanent residence in her body since you first introduced her to the pleasures of the flesh, moves with a fluid grace that belies her innocence. She strips down and positions herself next to Jasmine, her younger sister by mere minutes, yet in this moment, she seems worlds apart in experience. Iris's hands, delicate and pale, find Jasmine's, intertwining their fingers in a gesture that is both tender and tainted by the corruption you've woven into their lives.

Iris's breasts, full and pert, rise and fall with her anticipatory breaths, the nipples pebbled from the constant state of her arousal. Her skin is flushed, a warm pink that seems to glow against the bedsheets.

You peel away the remnants of your clothing, letting them pool on the floor as you approach the bed where the Potter sisters lie. Your cock is already hard, thick with desire, the head slick with precum. Jasmine's green eyes follow your every movement, her breath hitching as you come closer, her modest breasts heaving with each anticipatory inhale.

You kneel on the bed between Jasmine's parted legs, your hands skimming up her smooth, creamy thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise under your touch. Her skin is as soft as silk. You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her left thigh, then another, working your way upwards.

As you kiss your way to her pussy, you hear Iris' voice, soft yet firm, as she instructs Jasmine. "What he's going to do is called cunnilingus, Jasmine," she says, "It's when a man uses his mouth to pleasure a woman's vagina."

Your lips are now mere inches from Jasmine's sex, the scent of her arousal mingling with the lingering floral notes of the potion. Her pussy is shaved smooth with a flick of your wand, the folds of her labia pink and swollen with anticipation. You can see the glistening wetness that coats her slit, a testament to the potion's effect on her body.

You start licking her pussy. The moment your tongue makes contact with her sensitive folds, Jasmine's body jolts as if struck by a jolt of magic. Her hips buck slightly, a reflex to the new, intense sensation. You can feel the heat radiating from her core, her arousal palpable. Your tongue slides up her slit, parting her labia and circling her clitoris. The little nub is already engorged, responding eagerly to your ministrations.

Iris watches with rapt attention, her green eyes dark with lust. Her breathing quickens, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly. Iris' nipples, rosy and hard, betray her arousal as she watches you pleasure her sister. She reaches out, her fingers gently tracing the curve of Jasmine's breast, her touch light and teasing. Jasmine's breath hitches at the contact, her body sensitive to every stimulus.

You continue to lavish attention on Jasmine's pussy, your tongue delving into her depths, tasting her sweet nectar. The potion has made her incredibly wet, her juices coating your chin as you feast on her. Your hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider, allowing you deeper access. The sound of your wet, sloppy kisses fills the room, punctuated by Jasmine's soft moans and Iris' eager whispers of encouragement.

"That's it, Jasmine." Iris murmurs, her voice thick with desire. "Let him taste you. Let him show you how good it can feel."

Your cock twitches at her words, hard and aching for release. You've been so focused on Jasmine's pleasure, but the sound of Iris' voice, the sight of her fondling her sister's breasts, it's all too much. You need relief, but not before Jasmine finds her release.

You return your attention to Jasmine's pussy, your tongue now flicking rapidly over her clit. You can feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring. Her hands find their way into your hair, gripping tightly as she grinds her pussy against your face, seeking more friction, more pleasure. Your fingers start their dance on Jasmine's clit, circling and pressing with just the right amount of pressure. Her breathing becomes erratic, her chest heaving under Iris' teasing touch. Iris' green eyes are dark with lust as she watches you pleasure her sister. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, mirroring the motion of your tongue between Jasmine's legs.

You feel Jasmine's pussy clench around your fingers as she reaches the brink. Her orgasm crashes over her, and she cries out, her body shuddering with the **** of it. You continue to stroke her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she's limp and gasping for air.

As Jasmine comes down from her high, you rise to your feet, your cock aiming straight ahead.

Your heart races as you climb onto the bed, positioning yourself between Jasmine's parted thighs. Her skin is flushed, a delicate pink that speaks of her arousal and the potent magic of your potion. Her pussy glistens with the evidence of her climax, the lips swollen and inviting. You can't help but admire the sight before you, the soft curves of her body, the way her red hair fans out around her head like a fiery halo.

"Jasmine," you say, your voice low and husky with desire. "Are you ready to become a woman?"

Her green eyes, wide and dilated with lust, meet yours. She nods, her breath hitching in her throat as she anticipates what's to come. Her hands clutch at Iris's hands for comfort, her body instinctively preparing for the invasion of your cock.

Your hands, strong and steady, guide your rigid cock towards Jasmine's virginal entrance. The head of your penis is engorged, the skin stretched taut and slick with pre-cum. You can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the delicate folds parting slightly as you press against them.

Jasmine's breathing hitches as she feels the blunt head of your cock nudge against her. Her eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement flashing across her face. Iris, ever the supportive sister, leans in to whisper words of encouragement into Jasmine's ear, her own green eyes dark with arousal.

With a gentle yet firm pressure, you begin to breach Jasmine's virginity. The resistance of her hymen is palpable, a thin barrier that you're about to break.

As you push forward, the potion's magic transforms what should be a moment of pain into one of exquisite pleasure for Jasmine. Her body, under the influence of your concoction, relaxes and opens up to accept your cock. The resistance of her hymen gives way with a slight pop, a sensation that sends a shiver of pleasure through both of you.

Your cock slides into her tight, virgin pussy, the walls clenching around you in a **** attempt to accommodate your girth. The feeling is intense, a warm, wet embrace that seems to pull you deeper into her. Jasmine's eyes go wide, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she feels you fill her up.

Iris watches with rapt attention, her pussy twitching in sympathy as she sees her sister being deflowered.

Your cock, now slick with Jasmine's virgin juices, thrusts deeper into her welcoming pussy. The potion has done its work, turning her initial discomfort into a wave of pleasure that washes over her face, contorting it into a mask of ecstasy. Her green eyes, so similar to her sister's, are clouded with lust as she looks up at you, her body impaled on your rigid shaft.

Simultaneously, your hand snakes over to Iris, who is watching the deflowering of her sister with a mix of awe and arousal. Your fingers dance over her smooth pussy. You find the warm, wet centre of her need, her pussy already damp with her arousal. Your fingers spread her pussy lips, finding her swollen clitoris and beginning to circle it with practised precision.

As you delve deeper into Jasmine's now pliant pussy, your other hand continues its skilled exploration of Iris's soaked sex. You feel the tremors building within Jasmine as her inexperienced body adjusts to the size and rhythm of your cock. Her tight vaginal walls clutch at your penis, the friction of your movements sending shivers of delight coursing through your body. Each thrust brings with it the promise of a climax, a promise that tightens your balls.

Jasmine's eyes flutter, her breathing becomes erratic, and a low moan escapes her lips as her body teeters on the edge of release. The potion amplifies her pleasure tenfold, her sensitivity turned up to an almost unbearable level. She clings to you, her nails digging into your back as her orgasm threatens to overwhelm her. Meanwhile, Iris's body responds eagerly to your touch. Her ample breasts heave with each panting breath, the rosy nipples hardened into peaks of desire. Your fingers slide effortlessly through her slick folds, the soft, wet sounds of her arousal filling the room. The scent of her need mingles with the musk of sex, creating an intoxicating aroma that only serves to heighten the erotic atmosphere.

Your fingers dance over Iris's clitoris, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She squirms beneath your hand, her hips bucking in an attempt to increase the pressure, to drive your fingers deeper into her hungry pussy. Her moans join Jasmine's in a symphony of lust, a testament to your control over their bodies and desires.

Your hand, slick with Iris's arousal, continues its relentless rhythm, driving her closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Her green eyes, so similar to her sister's yet filled with a different kind of hunger, lock onto yours as she feels the waves of pleasure building within her. Her lips part, a silent plea for release, but you deny her that satisfaction, wanting to draw out this exquisite **** for as long as possible.

Meanwhile, Jasmine's body trembles beneath you, her pussy stretched to its limits around your hard cock. Her breathing is ragged, each breath a **** gasp as she struggles to accommodate your girth. The potion has turned her body into a live wire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. You can feel her orgasm approaching, a tightening in her vagina that signals the point of no return. As Jasmine's body convulses in the throes of her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on your cock like a vice, you lean forward, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss. Your tongue mirrors the rhythm of your cock buried deep within her, as you ride out the waves of her pleasure together. Her moans are muffled by your kiss, but you can feel them vibrating through your body, heightening your arousal.

Iris, watching the two of you with lust-filled eyes, can't help but be drawn into the erotic spectacle. She leans over, her full breasts swaying with the motion, and captures Jasmine's lips in a tender kiss once you pull away. It's a stark contrast to the dominating kiss you claimed Jasmine with, but it's no less passionate.

As you watch Jasmine's face contort with the sheer intensity of her climax, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Her green eyes, wide and unseeing, are filled with a mixture of shock and euphoria. Her lips, red and swollen from your kisses, part in a silent scream as her body convulses beneath you. You feel her pussy tighten around your cock, the rhythmic spasms milking you, threatening to pull you over the edge with her.

Your gaze shifts to Iris, who is watching her sister with a look of rapt attention. Her own need is written plainly on her face, her green eyes dark with desire. Her full breasts heave with each breath she takes, the rosy nipples hard and aching for attention.

As Jasmine's orgasm begins to subside, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release, you turn your attention back to Iris. Her green eyes, so similar to her sister's, are filled with **** longing, her lips parted in anticipation of what is to come. Her full, heavy breasts rise and fall with each laboured breath, the rosy nipples practically begging to be touched, sucked, and bitten.

Your fingers, find their way back to Iris's eager pussy. You slide two fingers inside her without preamble, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Her walls clench around your digits, already soaked with her desire. You pump your fingers in and out of her, each thrust faster and harder than the last. Your fingers plunge into Iris's drenched pussy, curling to stroke her most sensitive spots. You feel her convulse around your fingers as you mercilessly drive them in and out of her tight, wet hole. Her full, heavy breasts bounce with each harsh thrust of your hand, her pink nipples stiff with arousal. Her green eyes are wide with desperation, her gaze locked onto yours as her breath hitches in her throat.

"Draco, please..." she whimpers, her voice raw with desire. You lean forward, capturing one of her stiff nipples between your teeth. She cries out as you bite down gently, her back arching off the bed, pushing her breast further into your mouth.

Your teeth graze her sensitive bud, and with a swift, precise motion, you bite down just as your fingers find the rough patch of her g-spot. Iris's body stiffens, her green eyes going wide with shock and pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down on your fingers, pulsating with the **** of her climax. A low, guttural moan escapes her lips, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the Room of Requirement.

Her body convulses beneath you, her breasts heaving as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. You can feel her pussy spasming around your fingers, her juices coating your hand as she cries out your name. "Draco!" she gasps, her voice filled with a mixture of reverence and desperation.

As Iris's body relaxes into the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, you withdraw your fingers from her dripping wet pussy. Her juices glisten on your skin, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. You turn to Jasmine, whose green eyes are wide and glassy from her orgasm.

"Jasmine," you command, your voice smooth yet authoritative. "Clean my fingers."

As you command Jasmine, her eyes flicker with a mix of apprehension and excitement. She's still new to this, still learning the ropes of her submission under your influence. But the potion's effects are strong, and they're driving her to obey, to please you in every way possible.

You bring your glistening fingers up to her lips, the scent of Iris's arousal still clinging to them. Jasmine's pink tongue darts out, tentatively at first, to taste the salty-sweet essence of her sister's pleasure. Her eyes flutter closed as she savours the flavour, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

"Good girl," you praise her, your voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down her spine. You watch as she sucks your fingers deeper into her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around them. Your fingers, slick with the evidence of Iris's ecstasy, slide effortlessly between Jasmine's waiting lips. Her mouth is warm and wet, and you can feel her tongue swirling around your digits, eager to clean them of every trace of her sister's juices. Her innocence is betrayed by the way she now sucks with fervour, her eyes locked on yours, seeking approval with every bob of her head.

Your cock still inside Jasmine twitches at the sight, the desire to be in that mouth, to feel the same eagerness and submission directed at your aching shaft, is almost overwhelming. But you want to cum in her pussy as you return to moving slowly thrusting into her wet pussy.

You pull your fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, and she looks up at you with wide, green eyes, her expression one of **** need.

"That's a good girl," you praise her, your voice thick with lust. "Now, I want you to ride my cock."

You guide Jasmine into position, her lithe body straddling your hips as she sits atop your hard cock. Her pussy grips you like a vice as she tentatively begins to rock back and forth. Jasmine's breasts, full and pert, bounce with each movement, her nipples hard and begging to be touched. You reach up, cupping the soft mounds in your hands, your thumbs teasing those sensitive peaks. She gasps, her pussy clenching around your cock as you roll and pinch her nipples, her arousal growing with each passing second.

"That's it, Jasmine." You encourage her, your voice a low growl of approval. "Ride my cock like the good little slut you are. Show me how much you want it."

Her green eyes, usually so reserved, are now dark with lust, the potion's influence stripping away her inhibitions. She begins to move more confidently, her hips undulating in a way that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her ass, round and firm, grinds against your pelvis as she finds her rhythm, the sound of her wet pussy swallowing your cock filling the room.

"Faster, Jasmine," you command, your hands moving to grip her hips, guiding her movements. "Make yourself cum on my cock again."

She obeys, her breath coming in short, **** gasps as she rides you harder, her breasts bouncing wildly. Jasmine's body is a symphony of motion, her pussy a tight, slick sheath that milks your cock with every stroke. You can feel the heat of her arousal, the way her vaginal walls flutter and contract around your hardness, the wet sound of your bodies joining echoing off the stone walls of the Room of Requirement.

Her green eyes are wide and unfocused, lost in the throes of passion as she follows your command. Her ass slaps against your thighs, the impact resonating through the room as she increases her pace, her tits bouncing in time with her frantic movements. You can see the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her hair sticks to her flushed cheeks and the way her lips part to release tiny, helpless moans with each thrust.

"Oh, Daddy." The word leaves her lips in a breathy gasp, the moniker 'Daddy' hanging in the air between you, a testament to the potion's power and the depth of her submission. Jasmine's body is no longer her own; it's an instrument for your pleasure, and she plays it with an eagerness that belies her former innocence.

Your hands slide from her hips to her ass, gripping the supple flesh tightly as you help her ride your cock. You can feel the tremors building within her, the telltale sign of her impending orgasm. Her pussy tightens around your penis, the grip almost painful in its intensity. You know she's close, so close to exploding around your hardness, to bathing your cock in the warmth of her cum.

Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of Jasmine's ass, pulling her down onto your cock as you thrust upwards to meet her. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, a lewd symphony of skin on skin, punctuated by her breathy moans and the wet suction of her pussy gripping your shaft.

Jasmine's green eyes are wide, locked onto yours as she rides you, her expression a mix of awe and lust. Her lips, parted and glistening, form the word 'Daddy' over and over again, a mantra that fuels the fire burning within you both.

Her modest breasts bounce with each movement, the pink nipples pebbled and straining towards you. Your cock twitches inside Jasmine's pussy, feeling the convulsions of her impending orgasm as they ripple along your length. The sensation is exquisite, the way her body responds to your touch, your command, your dominance. You are the maestro, and she is your instrument, playing the sweetest music of ecstasy under your skilled direction.

"Daddy... I'm going to... I can't..." Jasmine's voice is a **** whimper, her green eyes begging for release even as her body struggles to contain the overwhelming pleasure.

"Let go, baby girl," you command, your voice a low growl that sends shivers down her spine. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love being filled by my cock."

As if your words were the final key, Jasmine's body unravels. Her pussy clenches around your cock, the muscles contracting in a rhythmic pulse that milks your shaft. You feel the floodgates open as her orgasm washes over her, her juices coating your cock in a warm, slick embrace. The sight of her losing control, her body wracked with the **** of her climax, pushes you over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cock throbbing as you release your seed. The feeling of your cum filling her, marking her as yours, sends a primal thrill through you. You hold her close, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her ass, as you both ride the waves of your shared orgasm.

Jasmine's body goes limp, her head falling forward to rest on your shoulder.

You gently lift Jasmine's exhausted form, her long wavy red hair cascading over your arms like a fiery waterfall. Her green eyes, heavy with satiation, look up at you with a mix of adoration and reverence. You position her further up on the bed, her head resting on the plush pillows that adorn the headboard. Her chest heaves with each breath, her modest breasts rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, the pale skin of her chest flushed with the afterglow of her recent climax.

As you withdraw your cock from the tight, wet embrace of her pussy, you can't help but watch the way her folds cling to your shaft, **** to let go. The sight of your glistening cock, coated with her arousal and your mingled fluids, sends a jolt of primal satisfaction through you.

As the aftershocks of your shared ecstasy begin to fade, you turn your attention to Iris, her body still quivering with the remnants of her orgasm. Her green eyes meet yours, a silent question lingering within them, awaiting your next command. You can see the anticipation building within her, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her pert breasts a feast for your eyes.

"Iris," you say, your voice a low, authoritative rumble that commands her immediate attention. "I want you to lick my cum out of Jasmine's pussy."

A shiver runs through Iris at your words, her eyes widening slightly, excitement flashing across her face. She swallows hard, her gaze flickering to Jasmine's splayed legs, the glistening evidence of your shared pleasure on full display. Iris nods, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She moves towards Jasmine, positioning herself between her sister's parted thighs. You watch as Iris's slender fingers trace the contours of Jasmine's trembling legs, her touch tentative at first, but growing bolder with each passing moment.

Jasmine, still in the throes of her post-orgasmic haze, looks down at Iris, her green eyes darkening with desire as she realizes what is about to happen. She parts her legs wider, inviting Iris in, her breathing quickening in anticipation.

Iris lowers her head, her soft pink tongue darting out to tentatively taste the mingled fluids that coat Jasmine's tender folds. The sensation of Iris's warm, wet tongue against her sensitive skin causes Jasmine to gasp, her back arching off the bed. The sight of Iris, her eldest sister, dutifully lapping at her pussy, is both surreal and intensely arousing. Iris's eyes flutter closed as she savours the taste of your cum mixed with Jasmine's arousal, her own body responding with a fresh wave of desire.

Your cock twitches at the sight, the scene before you a testament to your control over these once-innocent witches. Iris's movements become more deliberate, her tongue exploring every crevice of Jasmine's pussy, seeking out every last drop of your semen.

As Iris's tongue finishes its thorough exploration of Jasmine's swollen pussy, you can see the eagerness in her eyes. She turns to you, her gaze fixated on your semi-erect penis, a visible hunger within her. Turning the once-reserved Iris into your obedient, cum-craving concubine sends a thrill through you.

Iris crawls towards you on all fours, her full breasts swaying beneath her. The curve of her spine is graceful, and her hips move with a seductive rhythm, each motion a silent promise of pleasure. She positions herself between your legs, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes that beg for your approval.

"Clean my cock, Iris," you command, your voice laced with dominance. Her lips part, and she leans forward, extending her tongue. Iris obeys without hesitation, her tongue darting out to lap at the base of your shaft. She licks upwards, tracing the thick veins that throb with your pulse, her eyes never leaving yours. The sight of this once-proud witch, now your devoted cum slut, sends a jolt of arousal through you, causing your cock to twitch against her lips.

She reaches the tip of your penis, circling it slowly before taking the head into her mouth. Her lips seal around the shaft, creating a tight, wet seal as she sucks gently. The sensation is exquisite, and you can't help but groan in pleasure.

Iris's hands come up to cup your balls, her fingers lightly massaging them as she continues to bob her head up and down your length.

Your fingers trace a lazy path down Jasmine's spine, eliciting a shiver from her as she nestles closer to you. Her skin is soft and smooth, a stark contrast to the firm muscles you know lie beneath. Her breasts press against your side, the nipples hardening under the caress of your arm. You can feel the warmth radiating from her body, a warmth that seems to beckon you closer, inviting you to explore her further.

Iris, on the other hand, is a vision of submissive desire. Her red hair cascades down her shoulders, partially obscuring the view of her full, round breasts. The sight of her on her between your knees, eagerly servicing your cock, invokes a heady feeling of accomplishment.

Your hands roam over the curves of Jasmine's body, tracing the contours of her hips and thighs, feeling her squirm beside you. Iris's green eyes flicker up to meet yours, a silent plea for approval reflected in their depths. The sight of her like this, so utterly devoted to your pleasure, sends a surge of dominance coursing through your veins. Her lips stretch around your girth, the soft, wet suction of her mouth creating a rhythm that resonates through your entire body.

Her hands, once innocent and unschooled in the arts of pleasure, now move with practised ease.

As Iris's lips slide up and down your cock with fervent enthusiasm, you can't help but praise her efforts. "That's it, Iris, show me how much of a good cum slut you are," you murmur, your voice thick with arousal. Her green eyes, clouded with lust and obedience, meet yours momentarily, acknowledging the compliment with a renewed vigour in her rhythm.

Her lips glisten with saliva, the slickness allowing her to bob her head faster and faster. You can feel the suction of her mouth increasing, the gentle scrape of her teeth adding an exquisite edge to the pleasure. Her tongue flicks and swirls around the head of your cock each time she pulls back, stimulating the sensitive underside and making your hips jerk in response.

Your cock throbs in Iris's mouth, the relentless stimulation of her skilled tongue and the tight seal of her lips pushing you over the edge. You can't hold back any longer. With a low growl, you grip her hair tightly, holding her in place as your hips buck forward.

The first hot spurt of your cum hits the back of Iris's throat, and she moans around your cock, the vibrations sending aftershocks of pleasure through you. Her green eyes, wide and adoring, never leave yours as she swallows your semen, her throat working to take everything you give her. The sight of this once-innocent girl, now your eager cum slut, drinking down your essence with such eagerness is almost too much to bear.

You feel your cock pulse again and again, each contraction sending another rope of cum into her waiting mouth. Iris's lips are a deep rose from the friction, slightly swollen and glistening with a mix of saliva and your semen. Her cheeks hollow with the effort to draw every last drop from you, her eyes never straying from your face, reflecting a mixture of pride and satisfaction in pleasing you.

As the last of your cum spurts into her mouth, she pulls back slowly, letting your softening cock slip from between her lips with a lewd pop. She swallows audibly, her throat working, and then a contented sigh escapes her as she licks her lips, savouring the taste of you.

"Thank you, Draco," she whispers, her voice hoarse but filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for sharing your cum with me. I love being your little cum slut."

As you rise from the bed, your knees still weak from the intense orgasm Iris has just lavished upon you, you turn to appraise the Potter sisters before you. Iris, with her long red hair cascading over her shoulders, and her green eyes gleaming with the afterglow of satisfaction and devotion, looks up at you with an adoring smile. Her small, perky breasts rise and fall with each breath, and the rosy hue of her nipples catches your eye, still hard from the thrill of pleasing you. Her toned ass presses against the sheets, leaving an imprint of her lithe figure on the bed.

Beside her, Jasmine's naked body trembles slightly, a mixture of nerves and the aftershock of multiple orgasms. Her long wavy red hair fans out on the pillow, a stark contrast to the creamy paleness of her skin. Her green eyes, usually hidden behind round glasses, are wide and dilated with arousal, the lenses now discarded somewhere on the floor. Her modest breasts heave with each anticipatory breath, the pink nipples pebbled and begging for attention, her luscious form fully exposed to your gaze with a fat ass that jiggles enticingly every time she shifts on the bed.

You approach the Potter sisters, you watch as Iris, ever the obedient servant, immediately straightens up, her emerald eyes shimmering with anticipation, while Jasmine's more hesitant gaze flickers between you and her older sister.

"Iris, Jasmine," you begin, your voice resonating with an authority that brooks no defiance, "you have a task before you." You flick your wand with a flourish, conjuring a sheet of parchment that hovers in the air between the three of you. The recipe for the Corruption potion is inscribed on it in your own neat, precise handwriting. "With your knowledge of plants, Iris, and your intellect, Jasmine," you continue, your gaze moving from one sister to the other, "I want you to refine this potion recipe. Make it more potent. I trust your combined talents will exceed my expectations."

Iris, her body still flushed from your recent encounter, nods eagerly. "Of course, Draco," she says, her voice a soft purr of acquiescence. She reaches out to take the floating parchment, her fingers deftly rolling it up. Her small, perky breasts sway gently with the motion, the rosy tips of her nipples still taut with arousal.

Iris' eagerness to please you is palpable, her every movement a testament to the hold you have over her. Her hand, now holding the parchment, trembles slightly with excitement.

Jasmine, on the other hand, hesitates for a moment, her green eyes flickering with uncertainty as she glances at her sister.

You step closer to Jasmine, your presence dominating her personal space. You reach out and brush a stray lock of her wavy red hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering on the soft skin of her cheek.

Your voice, low and seductive, fills the room, wrapping around Jasmine like a velvet cloak. "You'll do it for me won't you, Jasmine," you say, not a question but a statement of intent.

Jasmine's green eyes, are wide and luminous her pupils dilate slightly, betraying the arousal that simmers beneath her studious exterior. Her breath hitches as she nods, her modest breasts rising and falling with the increasing pace of her breathing.

"Yes," she whispers, the word barely audible, yet it echoes in the room like a vow. Her lips, full and pink, part slightly, as if inviting you to claim them.

As you stand there, the weight of your intentions pressing heavily upon them, you look into Jasmine's eyes, seeing the potion's effects clouding her usual clarity with a haze of desire. You turn to Iris, her once innocent gaze now filled with a lustful devotion that makes your cock twitch with anticipation.

"I want you two to focus on the potion," you command, your voice echoing with authority. "I'll be busy working on Rose." The words hang in the air, a promise of what's to come. Iris's lips curve into a knowing smile, her hand subconsciously reaching down to cup her pussy, the motion betraying her eagerness to please you. You dress and leave them, your mind already on Rose Potter.