Home Life

Teleporting into the home Hermione and Harry shared at Grimmauld Place Hermione was greeted with the a pleasant but not unusual sight. For the most part. Sitting on the sofa in the library was Harry looking indecently good looking as usual and as usual Tonks had her head buried in his crotch with his massive erection filling her mouth and throat. And as usual sitting off to one side was a nude Ronnie who was quivering with anticipation her little erect sissy cock leaking in anticipation while she panted, her small A cup titties juttering with large almost two centimeter long nipples standing at attention.

What was unusual was the other person in the room. Sitting next to Harry on the sofa was Fleur Delacour. And unlike the last time Hermione had seen her now the usually aloof and somewhat superior Veela was a mewling whimpering slut. Her robe was thrown on the floor and her blouse and skirt were thrown haphazardly around the room. Her bra was still technically on her but both cups had been pulled down freeing her heaving erect pink nipple tipped breasts which she was pinching quite harshly. She was also still wearing her panties but only barely, as they seemed to be snagged on her ankles, unable to get past her wide splayed legs. Hermione couldn't help but smile as the very sexy older Veela was frantically plunging three finger into her cunt with one hand. She stopped pinching her nipples with the ither hand and dropped it to her critch to start rubbing her clit. Fleur's icy blue eyes were glued to Harry's cock watching as Tonks moved up and down the length.

Harry sensing her arrival pulled his attention away from the three willing sluts in the room and focused his full attention on Hermione. He gave her a small smirking smile and cast his eyes from Tonks to Fleur, shrugging his shoulders. Hermione smiled back. She couldn't really fault him, to be at the center of such willing womanly wantonness was surely a pleasure in and of itself. Harry stiffled a snigger and called out quite loudly, "Darling, welcome home."

Hermione let out a small chuckle at the reaction of the three sluts in the room. Ronnie whimpered. Tonks orgasmed. And Fleur shrieked. Hermione looked at Ronnie first and looked at the way the sissy futa stood attention presenting herself for inspection by her mistress. Looking to Tonks next Hermione enjoyed the way the metamorph wriggled and humped the air while she gushed out her orgasm. Her eyes finally falling on Fleur Hermione was pleased to see the veela was looking at her, her once busy masturbating fingers now stilled. Hermione dismissed the veela and instead turned to Harry, "It looks like we have an unexpected guest."

Harry hummed in agreement. "How was your afternoon stroll?"

"Quite nice. It is lovely out and I did stop for a bit of tea on the way home. I had an... admirer of my own while having a cuppa.

Harry grabbed Tonks by her long, green today, hair and with a groan came. Hermione couldn't help but bite her lip at the way her boyfriend's hips lifted off the sofa, the muscles of his exposed torso working as he bucked in orgasm. With a contented sigh Harry went from gripping Tonks by the hair to stroking her long green hair, making the metamorph purr around the cock still in her mouth. His eyes having never left Hermione Harry raised an eyebrow, "Do I need to be jealous?"

Hermione couldn't help but snort. "Oh yes, like a pair of futa are enough to tempt me away from you. Although..." Hermione licked her lower lip, "The only one worth anything was the sissy, who was quite nice and tastier than most."

"And the other?" Harry prompted.

"Ugh, a too proud bitch with store bought tits." Hermione sniffed dismissively, "she was bullying the sissy."

"And so you felt it your civic duty to lend a hand and raise her spirits?" Harry guessed.

"I gave her a blow job actually. She was a pretty little thing. A perfect mouthful of cock and a very pretty pink cock. Ended before it began, really, she wasn't able to handle one of your special blowjobs." Hermione ignored the way Ronnie whined and wriggled her hips. She didn't miss the way Tonks stopped purring and with a questioning murmur tried to rise back to her knees from where she was currently slumped against Harry's lap. Reaching into her bra Hermione pulled out the phone numbers she had been given, "I did get a number if you wanted to help'raise her spirits'. There's also a phone number for the cow with her bought tits."

Harry hummed and gently deterred Tonks with a small push of the hand against the crown of her head. "Normally, Darling, I'd be up for a romp with you, but...." he looked sidelong at at Fleur. "We do have a visitor."

Hermione couldn't help but stare as Tonks disengaged and slumped at Harry's feet in a puddle of her own pussy juice, Harry's penis now on display stood proudly at attention, a fleshy flagpole that ought to be saluted. With effort she looked at the still apparently paralyzed veela with her hands still in her crotch. She then looked at Ronnie and her wriggling hips. "Before we talk about her can I ask if Ronnie has learned her lesson?"

"Well, she hasn't cum yet if that means anything. But she has been badgering me to let her cum. So I'd say no, she hasn't learned her lesson. But I can't say she's able to survive anymore denial and edging." Harry held up his hands as if scaled weighing evidence.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stepping to Ronnie she looked the Sissy in the eye, reaching out a hand she pulled back a finger and then flicked the tip of Ronnie's little sissy futa cock. She then quick as a flash reached out her hand and grabbed Ronnie's cock when she yiped and tried to pull back. "May I remind you that this isn't yours to use anymore. Its mine. It's Harry's. Your are ours to use as we wish. So that means you don't get to make demands. We tell you when to use it and how to use it. If we wanted a stuck up sissy who was full of themselves we would take Malfoy up on her many, many offers to be our ****."

"No, no, no Mistress Hermione, don't do that. Don't do that." Ronnie frantically shook her head, her red hair coming loose from the bun her hair had been pulled up into. "I can behave. I can be good."

Hermione let go of Ronnie's cock and took a step back. "Good, if you stop being so selfish and self center all the time I'll take you off of punishment and make sure that Harry fucks you rotten. But if you keep being such a git I'll have to break out the cock cage and chastity belt." Hermione kept eye contact as Ronnie whined and bowed her head as she let out a barely unintelligible agreeing grunt. Hermione nodded her head and patted Ronnie reassuringly on the top of her bowed head. "Good."

Clapping her hands together Hermione turned her attention back to Harry on the sofa and the perfectly still veela beside him. "Now, what are we going to do about you?"