Curious Emma Chapter One

I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but it started falling out of my fingers earlier today, after I finished Slave Ginny, and I just got to the end of Chapter One a few minutes ago.

STORY TITLE: Curious Emma

PART: 01 of ??  

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (redjacobsonfiction@gmail.com)

DISTRIBUTION:  Patreon Exclusive  

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. 

SUMMARY: Emma was curious about why her daughter and son-in-law always disappeared into the basement of Potter Manor after dinner, and why Hermione always had a smile on her face.  One night she decided to find out.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Hermione

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: <5,098>

SPOILERS:   None, goes AU during the Summer prior to First Year.  Dumbledore actually acts like a responsible adult and teaches Harry what he needs to know.

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.  

AUTHORS NOTES:  A Patreon Exclusive – Readers will notice that there are similarities between this story and a couple of other stories of mine, including 'What Lily Saw' but hopefully this is different enough to let you enjoy it on it's own merits.

Saturday, June 22nd, 2002

Potter Manor

Wales

Emma had been staying with Harry and Hermione for the last several months, ever since she had sold the clinic and the house in Crawley.  The dental practice had been Dan's dream, and with him gone, it just didn't seem that important any more.   And there were far too many memories in the old house to make her want to stay there any longer, so she had leapt at the offer to buy it from the family who took over the practice.

She hadn't really given much thought to what she was going to do, or where she was going to stay, but Harry had instantly offered her a place with he and Hermione.  The family manor had more than enough room for the three of them and any number of others, and she accepted the offer happily.  She hadn't regretted it once, enjoying the renewed closeness with her daughter, and getting to know that man she loved and married.

She was more than a little curious, though, about some of their habits.  Every night, not long after dinner, the two of them, and sometimes one or more of their friends, would head into the basement of the manor, and she wouldn't see them again until the next morning.    Now, Emma wasn't totally naive, she was fairly certain that her daughter and son-in-law were having sex down there, but why did they have to be in the basement?  Why didn't they use their bedroom like normal couples?  And what were Luna, Cho or Fleur doing there with them?  Was this something normal for wizards and witches?

She really didn't know, and it was starting to drive her crazy!   It didn't help matters that she was really starting to miss the way Dan made her feel.  It would probably make Hermione blush and stammer in embarrassment, but she and Dan had an extremely active love life, right up until the night before he died in that stupid car crash.  She had actually woken him that morning with a blowjob, and swallowed everything he gave her.

She'd tried masturbating, even using a few of her toys, but it didn't seem to help, she wasn't even 40 yet, still in her prime, and damn it, she wanted to get laid! She'd even found herself fantasizing about Harry, but she shoved those thoughts away immediately.  That was a complication she didn't need in her life, no matter how much she envied the way Hermione walked in the morning, or the sated smile she usually wore.  No, Harry was definitely off limits, even to fantasize about!

  She knew she could ask Harry to introduce her to his godfather, he was close enough to her age, but there was something about Sirius that made her a bit leery of letting him get too close.  Maybe it was the way he and Remus looked at each other when they didn't think anybody was paying attention?  She had a feeling that the two of them were far more interested in each other than in women, and she had no interest in being anybody's 'beard'!   

And the rest of the men she knew were either married or just too damn young for her.  The oldest of the Weasley's, Bill, had tried to flirt with her, and while she might have been tempted at one point, she had met Molly Weasley, and that was enough to kill any possible interest.   She snorted, maybe she should have listened to Jessica, her best friend in college, who had tried to convince her to give girls a try?  Jessica always said it doubled her chances of having a date on Saturday night!

Emma had never quiet found the nerve to take her up on the offer, but at this point she was willing to consider it.  Sirius's cousin Narcissa was certainly attractive enough, and also a widow, would she be interested in meeting and getting to know her?   She shook her head, no, she wasn't going to think about this now!  She was already too randy to think straight, and considering trying to seduce another woman needed her to be clear headed.

With a muttered curse, she put down the book she was trying to read and got out of the chair, heading to her bedroom and the shower in her en-suite.   If her toys weren't helping, maybe a cold shower would?  Walking up the stairs she tried not to think about what Hermione and Harry were doing in the basement, because if she kept thinking about, she was going to ask Hermione what they did, and that wasn't a conversation she really wanted to think about!

Closing her bedroom door behind her, she stripped out of her slacks and blouse, tossing them in the hamper, before pushing her knickers down over her hips and sliding them down her legs.  Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, and, after giving herself a quick scratch, picked up her knickers and put the rest of her clothing in the hamper for Winky to launder.   She shook her head, thinking about the female elf's obviously pregnant condition.  Everybody's getting shagged but her, it seemed.

Stepping into the bathroom, she was about to turn on the shower when she noticed that the tub was already full of steaming water, and she smelled her favorite oils floating in the air.  There was also a bottle of wine and a filled glass sitting on the edge of the tub.   She was about to take a sip of the wine when she noticed what else was sitting on the edge of the tub.  

Flushing bright red, her eyes ran over the different waterproof dildos and butt plugs that she had collected to take the edge off.    She couldn't believe that Winky was actually that aware of how she was feeling.  Emma wanted to be angry at the elf for invading her privacy, but she couldn't.  One thing she had learned from both Harry and Hermione was that house-elves only desire was to make things easier for their family, and since she was considered family, Winky must have been trying to help.

With a wry grin, she climbed into the tub and let the scented water soothe her nerves, sipping from the glass of wine.   Emma was about to reach for one of the toys and relax into a favorite fantasy when she heard something coming through a vent above her head.    She had been surprised to see such a non-magical item in a magical home, but the heat and cool air had to come into the rooms somehow.

It took her a moment to recognize what she was hearing, but eventually it was clear, she was hearing the sound of leather striking flesh!  And then she heard Hermione's voice, but it sounded very different from what she was used to.  Her daughter actually moaned, and Emma heard her say, “Three! Three Master! Thank you Master!”

There was the sound of leather again, and Emma's jaw dropped when she heard her daughter cry out, “Oh Fuck, Master!  Four!  Four!  Thank You Master!  Your Slave loves you!”

'Slave? What in the world is going on down there?' Emma thought, as she lifted herself out of the tub and wrapped her robe around her soaking wet body.    Leaving the room, she missed hearing another girl's voice cry out, this one had a distinct French accent.

Padding down the hall on her bare feet, Emma was blind to anything else, she had to find out what Harry was doing to her daughter!  Whatever is was, it sounded painful, and she couldn't stand the idea of Hermione being hurt.  And what was this nonsense about Master and Slave?  She had no idea that Harry was one of those perverts who liked to hurt people!  And Hermione was too strong willed to put up with somebody abusing her, she would have shoved that whip, or paddle or whatever up his arse the first time he tried to use it on her!

She walked through the kitchen and to the doorway leading to the basement, surprised to see that the door was open.  Emma paused, did she really want to burst in on the two of them?  Was she misunderstanding what she heard?  Hermione didn't sound frightened, or angry or even upset, she sounded... excited?  Was she actually enjoying what Harry was doing to her?  Should she just turn around and go back to her bath, try to forget what she heard?

No!  She had to know, if Hermione was enjoying what the two of them were doing, then it wasn't any of Emma's business.  But if he was hurting her daughter, then there would be hell to pay!

Putting her foot down on the first step, she moved down the stairs as quietly as she could, wondering why she couldn't hear anything now, and there was no sign of light coming from the bottom of the stairs.  It was only when she felt the thick black curtain in front of her that she realized why it was so quiet.

Emma only hesitated for a second, before running her hands along the curtain, searching for the opening.  She finally found a gap against the wall, and slowly moved it aside.  As soon as there was an opening she saw light shining through, but also heard Hermione's voice crying out, but it was in obvious pleasure this time.  But there were other girls crying out at the same time, who were they?  Harry and Hermione had gone down to the basement alone this time!

Being as careful as she could, Emma moved her face to the curtain, and peered around the edge, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light.  She almost gasped in shock at what she saw in front of her, because it was impossible!   The first thing she saw, was Hermione, stark naked and cuffed to a wooden frame, but there were two Harry's there, double penetrating her!  And then she saw that Hermione wasn't the only girl in that position, Fleur, Cho, Luna and another girl, Emma thought her name was Astoria, were also bound to the frames, and there were Harry's fucking them in the pussy and arse at the same time.  

Emma's eyes also saw that all of the girls had jeweled collars around their throats, and they were moaning happily as they were being shagged.   It was only when one of the Harry's pulled out of Hermione's pussy that Emma got a good look at how big he was.  Dan had a good size, but Harry put him to shame!  

She watched, holding her breath, as all four of the girls collapsed in their bonds, screaming out their pleasure.  It was quite a shock hearing her daughter begging Harry to 'fuck her like a Knockturn Alley Whore!' but that is what she heard.   And then, as if at a signal she didn't catch, all the men pulled out of the women and released their wrists from the corners of the frames, lowering them down onto their knees on the padded floor.

The Harry's each moved in front of the girl they were fucking, and Emma's eyes widened as Hermione and the others opened their mouths and started sucking the two cocking in front of them.  She couldn't believe it, half of those cocks had been in the girls arse, and they were sucking on them like a lollipop?  The girls didn't seem to care, they just kept licking and sucking, until the Harry's pulled back and started stroking themselves, shooting their cum all over the girl's faces and chests!  And that made the girls climax again?   Had he brainwashed these poor girls to enjoy that sort of treatment?

Emma was frozen, she was honestly disgusted with what she had seen, but the girls didn't object at all.  Should she confront them and try to get them out if they need help?  But what if they didn't want help, or refused to go with her?  She would ruin her relationship with Hermione, and she didn't want to risk that...

She was so caught up in her whirlwind of thoughts that the voice from behind her shocked her.   

“You know that it's considered extremely rude to spy on people don't you, Emma?”  She twisted around, almost stumbling on the step, until she was staring into the flat green eyes of her son-in-law.  Before she could say anything, he put one hand on her shoulder, and reached out with the other, pulling open the curtain.  

The others all looked up from what they were doing, and Emma saw the look of disappointment on Hermione's face, clear even under the coating of cum that was covering her face.

The Harry behind her said, “There is a lot you don't know, or understand, and we all realize that, which is why we didn't indulge ourselves around you, but if you had questions, you should have asked, instead of sneaking around and spying on us!”   Raising his voice, he said, “Ladies, we will continue this later, go and clean up, we need to have a family discussion.”

The five women removed the cuffs around their wrists and ankles and walked toward a huge tub that was in the back of the room.  Emma winced at the angry looks she received from Hermione and the others, and realized that she had screwed up, badly.  These girls weren't showing any signs they were being controlled, she had enough training going through college to recognize an abuse situation that she could be sure of that.

Harry guided her down the stairs, until she was at the foot, and he guided her into a carpeted area that had several couches and love-seats.   When she looked around, all the other Harry's had disappeared, and she was about to ask him what was going on, when he turned to her, and in a voice that held a tone of command, said, “You can lose the robe.  You've seen all of us naked, and you're not going to be the only person dressed, as if you were sitting in judgment of my wives and I!”  

She opened her mouth to object, but the flash of fire in his eyes made her back up, and her hands fumbled with the belt of the robe.  Pulling it open, she shrugged it off her shoulders, leaving her naked in front of him.  She tried to use her hands to cover herself, but a glare from Harry held her hands at her sides.   He stared at her for a long moment, before shaking his head.   “Take a seat, my wives will be finished cleaning up shortly and then we can talk about what the fuck you thought you were doing spying on us.”

She tried to say something, to defend herself, but she quailed under his furious look.  She sat down on one of the couches, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl being sent to the Headmaster's office.

There was silence for several minutes until the other women joined them, and Emma was surprised they were all still naked except for their collars.  She also noticed that all of them were shaved completely hairless between their legs, and there was a gleam of metal on their nipples and at the top of their pussies.    What was happening here? Hermione didn't even want to get her ears pierced!

Hermione was still glaring at her, and her voice was like ice as she spoke,  “You have absolutely no idea just how frustrated and angry I am right now, Emma!  This was the first night in almost three weeks that all our wives were free at the same time, and I was really looking forward to making love to them all night long.  But we were just getting the night started when you had to ruin it by spying.  What do you have to say for yourself?  What possible excuse could you have for sneaking around like this?  If you had questions, you could have asked us, we would have explained everything, even though it's really none of your fucking business what we choose to do when the clothes come off!”

Emma was stunned at the vitriol in her daughter's voice, and stumbled through an explanation of what she had heard during her bath, and her automatic reaction.  While she was talking, Harry suddenly had a wand in his hand, and he was moving around the room, until she heard him swear softly and he pointed his wand at something in an upper corner.  A few minutes later, as she was finishing what she was saying, Harry walked back to them and sat down next to Hermione.  

He actually looked a little embarrassed as he spoke, “We didn't notice that particular silencing charm failed.  I should have checked when we came down here, but I was looking forward to tonight as much as the rest of us, and just overlooked it.  I'm sorry for accusing you of spying Emma, from what you heard, and not knowing the actual situation, you acted the way a mother should act who was concerned about her daughter's safety.”

Hermione also looked embarrassed, and she spoke in a softer tone.  

“I still wish you would have asked me to answer your questions, and not stayed to watch what was a very private time for all of us.  And before you ask, I can see you staring at the collars all of us are wearing, and I can tell you flat out that we accepted them voluntarily.  Master and I have been lovers since our fourth year at Hogwarts, since right after Voldemort was killed permanently at the end of the damned Tri-Wizard Tournament we told you about.   

“I was well aware that I was a submissive, and had been since the first time I masturbated, picturing Master putting me over his knee and spanking me during our first year Potions class.  If he had asked me too, I would have happily taken my knickers off for him that first Halloween, when he and Ron saved my life from the troll.  But Master, while he was aware of my feelings, knew that both of us were too young for any sort of relationship.  He also told me that, because he is the head of several families, that he was required to have multiple wives, and wanted to make sure I could handle being in a relationship like that, since I wasn't raised in the magical world.”

Harry chuckled, “I wasn't either, actually, but fortunately, once I got my Hogwarts letter, Professor Dumbledore took me to Gringotts to go over my accounts and started teaching me everything I needed to know.  It was during that visit that we read my parents wills for the first time, since that old bastard Crouch had ordered them sealed when he was still head of Magical Law Enforcement.   It's a good thing we did, because we were able to get Sirius out of Azkaban and the real traitor tossed through the Veil.    

“But anyway, we did a genealogy test, or whatever the goblins called it, I don't recall, and found out that, in addition to being Head of the Potter family, and Heir to the Blacks, I had six other family lines that I was responsible for continuing.    We're still looking for wives for the last two families, plus the consorts and concubines that the damned law requires.  Fortunately, we've got until my 25th Birthday to find the last two wives, and two years after that to find the other women.  If I ever find out who's brilliant idea the multiple marriage law was, I'm going to kick their arse from here to Azkaban and back!”

Luna spoke up, “But Master, at least the consort and concubine bonds will automatically bring out the submissiveness of the women, so you won't have to find witches who are already submissive, the way you did with all of us.”  Looking at Emma, she continued, “Yes Emma, all of us were already aware that we were deeply submissive before we got involved with Master.  He isn't forcing us to do anything, and his power just ensures that we are all extremely happy with our lives together.”

“Yes Luna, I'm aware of the benefit, but Emma is just getting more confused, she's never heard of Jeremy's Law or the Multiple Marriage Laws.”  Harry sighed, “Okay Emma, I know this is going to sound strange, but its been documented multiple times over the centuries that if one partner in a relationship is drastically more powerful, magically, than the other partner, that the weaker partner's personality would change to be the ideal partner to the stronger person.  The only way to avoid it, is for the stronger partner to have multiple lovers, to spread out the imbalance.  

“Since I was well aware, from letters that my parents had left for me, that the men in the Potter family were all extremely dominant personalities, and I was the same way, I knew that I would need to find a witch who was naturally submissive, otherwise the relationship wouldn't work.   Added to the fact that, for various reasons, having to do with what happened when my parents were killed, my magical strength even as an 11 year old was far higher than the average, I knew that I would need to quickly find wives for as many of the families as possible.

“You see, Jeremy's Law only starts affecting the weaker partner after they start having sex, so Hermione and I sat down and talked about the girls we knew that we were both comfortable with, and started sounding them out.  Cho and Luna were the first girls to join us, they were already feeling the draw of my power, even if they didn't recognize what it was at first, but once we explained the situation, they were happy to join us.  Fleur, on the other hand,” he grinned at the blushing blonde, “thought I was nothing but a 'leetle boy' at first.  It wasn't until I rescued Gabrielle that she was willing to take another look, and admitted she was feeling drawn to me as well.”

Fleur shook her head, “Actually, Master, I was well aware of you from the very beginning, but it wasn't until I saw you fighting off those merpeople that I realized you truly were strong enough to satisfy my Veela nature.   And, while we are speaking of Gabrielle, I got a letter from her today, she is still determined to offer herself to you when she turns 18 next year.”

Harry groaned, “We can deal with that when the time comes, I think Emma's head is about to explode from what she's learning.”

Hermione grinned, “See, Emma, this is why you shouldn't be spying on people, curiosity isn't always a good thing.  But, since Master and I were aware that we needed multiple women right from the beginning, we waited to have sex until we had additional partners.  The five of us, because Astoria hadn't joined us yet, went to the nurse and, after an extremely embarrassing conversation, she checked our magical core strength, and we determined that the four of us would be close enough to Master's score that there wasn't any risk of our personalities being changed.”

Harry shook his head, “Of course, we didn't figure on the impact on my magic from killing Voldemort, because the bastard had left a sliver of his soul in my scar, and was constantly draining some of my magic to keep himself alive.   Once that was gone, my magical core nearly doubled in strength, which we didn't realize until after the first time that all of us were together.    It was a couple of days later that Hermione and Luna noticed something strange, Fleur was actually asking me to bugger her, where before, she really didn't care for it.  That was enough of a clue for us to have my core strength checked again.   None of us were very happy when we got the results, because the changes were already starting, and the only way to stop them was to find additional lovers, right away!”

Cho laughed slightly, “I think that was the first time I was really grateful for how the Potter's made their fortune, Master.”  Luna, Fleur and Astoria laughed as well, but Harry and Hermione just looked embarrassed, which really confused Emma.

“Okay, so I think I understand about the multiple wives thing, but why would Cho and your other wives think the situation was funny? I'm not really seeing the humor.”

Harry cleared his throat, “Well, the first thing you need to be aware of, is that prostitution is legal in the wizarding world, it always has been.  There's a reason for it, and we can go into that later if you're really interested, but, for the last several hundred years, at least a quarter of the Potter family income comes from high class brothels throughout the magical world.   All of the women and men who wore there are examined to make sure they aren't being forced into it, they are all there because they want to be.  Most of them work for a year, maybe two at the most, before taking the money they've earned and going about their lives.

“But, once we became aware of the problem, I started visiting the different brothels, sometimes by myself, but usually one of my wives would join me, and that spread the imbalance out enough that the changes didn't get any stronger.   For the last few years, we've still visited the brothels, but we've also found several girls who are willing to join us for a romp every now and then.  Of course, once Astoria started feeling the draw to us, it helped with the imbalance, since she is also a very strong witch.  Hell, all over my wives are stronger than the average witch, and if it wasn't for Voldemort draining my magic, we could have lived our lives happily, just the six of us.”

Hermione grinned, “Actually, we probably still would have been gathering other lovers, because all of us did want to do things besides shagging, Master.  I know that I would have been extremely annoyed if I'd failed my OWLs and NEWTs because you were bending me over a table in the library!”

Harry laughed, “Okay, okay, good point.  But, does that answer your questions Emma?”

She stared at him in shock, still trying to comprehend what they were telling her, but the first thing that popped out of her mouth was, “But how did you make so many duplicates?  I'd never heard of anybody being able to do anything like that before!”

Cho snickered, “I'm afraid that's my fault, Emma.  My younger brother got hooked on this anime called 'Naruto' and I happened to see it a couple of times.  One of the abilities the characters attempt to achieve is what is called a 'Shadow Clone', which is basically an exact duplicate that can act independently, and when it's dispersed, all the memories and experiences it had are returned to the original person.   

“Anyway, I was joking around when Master was complaining about not enough hours in the day to do everything he wanted to do, and mentioned the Shadow Clones.  Of course, Master didn't know that it was considered impossible to do with magic, and he is so stupidly powerful that he managed to create three clones within a day!”

Emma snickered, “That could be handy, especially with trying to keep all of you satisfied.  Hell, I'd love to borrow one of his clones, I could do with a good seeing to!”  She froze, her hand in front of her mouth, she really didn't mean to say that!  She hadn't even been thinking about it, but, oh shit, what do I do now?

The room went completely silent, and Emma looked up, afraid that she would see anger on their faces, but instead, she saw surprise, but there was the ghost of a smile on Hermione's face.  Harry looked at her calmly, 

“Is that what started all this?  You were missing your husband and the regular sex?  Don't be embarrassed if that was how it started, the need for sex and companionship is one of the basic drives for almost all of us.  Because, if it's what you really want, it won't just be me that you are with, you will be with all of us.  I won't allow any difference in how any of you are treated, is that understood?”

Emma looked over at Hermione, and said, “Would you really be okay with this, Hermione? With Harry and I having sex?”

Hermione snorted, “Emma, you weren't paying attention, if you have sex with Harry, you're also going to be having sex with all of us.  That's the only way it can work out.  I know that the non-magical world has major taboos about incest, but that's not an issue in the magical world, except for having children.  Hell, I know several sets of sisters who regularly played together at Hogwarts, and a couple of girls would talk about how their mother would teach them how to pleasure themselves and other girls, so I don't have a problem with it at all.  But the question is, do you?”

End Chapter One