24th of February 1995 - Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament
With a little groan and a sneeze that displaced a small wave of water from her face, 10 year old Gabrielle Delacour opened her eyes, flailed around to remove a mass of wet hair from her face and then blinked as she took a look around. She was freezing, but that was to be expected. She was immersed up to her neck in dark and wavy water, exactly as she'd been warned would be the case. At the moment, she and a red headed boy were being towed across the water in the arms of a young man with a very pale complexion.
Wait!!
A young man?! What?!
Wasn't she supposed to be saved by her elder sister? Wasn't she supposed to be in Fleur's arms right about now?
"Sister… Where?" Gabrielle breathed out, in what she was sure was completely atrocious English. At first, she was certain that her words were so unintelligible that the boy pulling her across the water wouldn't even bother to respond. Then she was almost immediately proven wrong. At the sound of her voice, the young man looked over his shoulder in order to give her a small smile of reassurance, and Gabrielle's eyes widened in shocked recognition. Those beautiful, bottomless, multifaceted, soulful, emerald green eyes, and that faded lightning bolt scar marring his lean but handsome features....
Harry Potter…
"Your... sister... is... fine," Harry annunciated both slowly and clearly for her benefit. "She… was… ambushed… by… grindylows. She… is… safe… back… on… shore."
After performing a quick series of very tiny nods to convey her understanding, Gabrielle clung tightly to the English boy's side. To do anything else would've been completely impossible in her current state of intense distraction. Her mind was suddenly a flurry of fantastically detailed fantasies and equally powerful delusions centered around how she'd been the beautiful damsel at the bottom of the lake, and how Harry Potter had decided that he just had to have her for himself. She didn't know where the truth ended and her fantasies began, but there was one thing that she did know for sure. Gabrielle Delacour had been saved from the bottom of the Black lake by the world famous Harry Potter.
She also knew that she wasn't shivering from the cold anymore.
She was shivering for a completely different reason...
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3 weeks later…
"What do you even mean by that Appoline? Gabrielle's only a half Veela at the very most and she's still an adolescent to boot. How could she possibly have imprinted on a boy so strongly and with such dramatic results?" Adrien Delacour paced up and down the second floor hallway just outside his daughter's bedroom, and ran his hands through his anxiety damped hair.
"Our youngest is clearly a genetic throwback of some kind," Appoline responded from her spot leaning against the wall. "She is a proto Veela the likes of which the world hasn't seen in hundreds of years, back when Veela were very, very different from now, and much, much more powerful."
As if to underscore Appoline's words, a powerful wave of scarlet magic suddenly pulsed out of Gabrielle's bedroom, curling the wallpaper in the hallway and blackening the edges of Adrien's tie.
"What can we do," Adrien immediately asked.
"I know you hate it, but we need to do what I described before," Appoline replied with a meaningful look at her husband. "Gabrielle cannot continue a normal Veela maturation as things stand. Not without young Potter's direct involvement. Not without doing things and making decisions that 10 year old girls simply aren't equipped to handle…"
Moving to stand directly in front of his wife, Adrien stared into her beautiful sapphire blue eyes. "Will your plan work?"
"......Yes...…. Unless of course some event or trauma triggers her again in the future..."
With a heavy sigh and a determined nod, Adrien drew in a very deep breath and prepared his heart. Stepping passed his wife, he quietly opened the door to Gabrielle's bedroom and then slowly moved up next to her bed. Poor thing… His daughter… was a mess…
Gabrielle Delacour was soaked from head to toe, squirming around in her bed as if she were suffering an extraordinarily high fever, and calling out the name of a boy that she'd only met once in her entire life. She was also pouring out intense waves of magic that she simply couldn't afford to sacrifice, as if her core was a glass dome that had shattered and was leaking in every direction.
Thankfully for Adrien, his wife Appoline was an extremely knowledgeable Veela who knew the history of her race better than almost anyone. When things started getting really bad for Gabrielle over the last few days, she'd disappeared into the library and then returned an hour earlier with a steely eyed look on her face and a plan that just might fix the situation. According to his wife, Gabrielle was suffering from a profound event that was extremely rare for modern Veela even when they were getting married and having children as adults. She was imprinting herself on a man. Her Veela Heritage was demanding that she make the Potter boy hers right this very second, regardless of social conventions, a language barrier, biology, and even her own lack of magic getting in the way. This... event that her body was experiencing, was pushing her to undergo a mixture of both physical and magical transformations that were far more dramatic than the norm for even a full blooded Veela, and it was forcing it all to happen far earlier in her magical maturation than her body could handle. Case and point, Gabrielle's skin was currently releasing steam into the air as it attempted to take on a moonlit cast, only to return back to normal at a rapid rate. Her arms, likewise, were growing the vambrace of feathers that one might expect from a full Veela transformation, except for the fact that they were pure white, and quite a bit smaller and finer than would normally be expected. In a similar fashion to her skin, these feathers were rapidly growing out, dropping away from her body, and then disappearing into dozens of sparkler snaps and small puffs of unscented smoke. Then, finally, there was the honest to Gods set of brilliantly white wings that were attempting to protrude from beneath the girl's shoulder blades only to retract back into her body at irregular and seemingly painful intervals.
Gabrielle Delacour was in very bad shape and her magical strength was waning with every single second that passed. Gabrielle Delacour was suffering. Gabrielle was Adrien's youngest daughter. She was his precious… With a growl of anger at their current situation and that dumbass Albus Dumbledore for allowing innocent bystanders to get involved in life threatening tasks, he drew his wand and pointed it down towards his daughter's face.
"Everything will be better now, dearest. I promise…"
""Obliviate!!"
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10 years later….
For perhaps the 2 dozenth time in only the last 5 minutes, Harry fussed at his cufflinks, straightened his already extremely straight tie and shuffled from foot to foot in a mixture of boredom and agitation. His black suit and tie combo was a very classy little getup, which of course meant that it was tight and far more confining than the business casual wear that he was used to wearing. Likewise, the 8 different Magic inhibiting Metal Manacles or MIMMs for short that he had shackled around his every limb, 2 on both of his wrist and 2 on both of his ankles, felt extremely confining for entirely different reasons. His magic felt... remote… His magic felt unresponsive… At this point, Harry might be able to cast something as strong as a Wingardium Leviosa if he really, really focused on it, but that was about it...
If you considered the fact that just one of these MIMMs contained enough magic suppressing metal to immediately turn most of Britain's Auror force into squibbs, then Harry was still doing rather well...
Oh, who was he kidding… Truth be told, it wasn't really the getup or his current lack of magic that had Harry fidgeting in place like an impatient child. It was Fleur… While the woman was extremely easy on the eyes even wearing a very somber set of black and cream business wear, that didn't change the fact that the woman was currently being a massive pain in the dick...
Sigh….
"Just track the girl down, tie her to a damned chair and then question her on pain of tickling charms," Harry suddenly suggested/demanded, in a moment of almost completely purified annoyance. "I've been listening to you hum and haw about that sister of yours all damned morning. Gods help me Fleur, I'm not unsympathetic, I promise I'm not, but I'm the one who's currently on trial here... I had no idea that you were such a siscon."
"Do not cheapen ze pure and meaningful relationship zat I 'ave wiz my leetle seester," Fleur immediately snapped back with her arms crossed under her breasts. "And don't act as eef you're actually going to get een trouble today, because we both know zat 'ou aren't. My seester on ze ozzer 'and… Never, not once, ever, een my entire life, 'as Gabrielle called me names and told me she 'ates me. I 'ave no idea what offense I 'ave committed, but to Gabrielle eet ees a truly terrible one…"
"Yeah… I can see that. The only time I exchanged more than a few words with Gabrielle was at your wedding, but from what I recall she was far too pure and innocent for this world… Do you want me to…" Harry abruptly stopped talking. He'd been about to suggest that maybe he try talking to the youngest Delacour, but Fleur's icey look of warning stopped him right in his tracks. Apparently, Fleur thought he was completely incapable of just not fucking all of the women that he meets.
Rude...
With a small roll of his eyes, Harry returned his attention to his cufflinks and the state of his suit. It was almost time to get this little show on the road...
As if summoned by Harry's expectations, the overlarge gothic doors that they were standing in front of suddenly opened to reveal the vast confines of the ICW Council Chambers, and the 195 Delegates that were staring down at him with inscrutable looks upon their faces. Considering the fact that the French Delegate was standing almost directly behind him looking just as bland and businesslike as the rest of them, it appeared that today's little circus was going to have perfect attendance...
"The hearing regarding Noble and Most Ancient Lord Harry Potter's completely unprecedented destruction of the Statute of Secrecy will now begin," an extremely officious and smarmy man called out from behind an overly elaborate dais.
Due to the fact that he'd been through this particular rigmarole before, Harry quickly moved towards the raised pedestal that he was supposed to stand on and then awaited the questioning he was to receive with a stoic expression on his face.
"Tell us Mr. Potter… Why did you do it?" The smarmy man, a Lord Deacon if Harry was remembering correctly, asked the question in an extremely condescending and judgmental tone of voice.
After several seconds passed by, Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and then tilted his head to the side. "Pardon me British Delegate Deacon, I'm going to need you to clarify that question. Do... what?"
"Why did you cure over 90 percent of the world's most widespread and dangerous diseases in a single, highly visible event that alerted the Muggle world to the existence of magic and the supernatural," Lord Deacon ground out through clenched teeth.
"Ah… Right… I didn't do that… That particular miracle was performed by a God, as is usually the case... or so I've been told." With that much said, Harry nodded his head as if the matter was settled.
"Why did you facilitate having the Eldritch God of Entropy wipe all of those diseases off of the face of the Earth then?" At this point it looked like Lord Deacon wanted to take a swing at Harry and only the audience that they were standing in front of was stopping him.
Once again, Harry didn't reply immediately. Instead he scanned the amassed Delegates in the various pews, aiming to see just what it was that they were trying to accomplish. Bemusement and mild frustration looked like the 2 most predominant emotions on the faces around the room, with a few small scatterings of deeper resentment and anger spotted here and there…
Very interesting…
While filing away what he'd just learned for later use, Harry pulled in a very slow and drawn out breath and then began his explanation in a very calm and composed tone of voice. "As you've all no doubt been made aware by way of the extraordinarily comprehensive incident report provided by Delegate Weasley of France, I was forced to offer up my body as a platform for a sacrifice. I had no choice in the matter. To do anything else would've meant allowing Entropy to feast on one of the Muggle sacrifices and then negate the human race as a whole. My actions on July the 2nd prevented the apocalypse… again… You're welcome…"
"No one in the room said a word in response to Harry's explanation for several very long moments, including Lord Deacon… Then the man shook out his head and slammed his hands down against his dais. "We are aware that the consequences of doing nothing would have been dire. What we want to know is why you sacrificed such a great many things?! Within one second and the next, 90 percent of the communicable diseases on the face of the planet disappeared, causing society to fall into mass hysteria and forcing governments all around the world to hint at the existence of magic! There's also the very real consequence of having the Muggle population skyrocket because there are far fewer natural control factors at work!"
"With all due respect Delegate Deacon, can you please stop being so unbelievably ignorant," Harry requested in a voice that was suddenly extremely serious." At the present moment, the Muggle population of Earth is 6,461,159,389 people and growing larger by the second… That already is a population that's growing out of control, and unlike all of us, these Muggles don't have relatively simple methods of attaining brand new geography. Unlike us, every single one of those people are stuck on Earth for the duration."
"Earth is our home," the Delegate from Istanbul immediately called out.
"We can't leave our ancestral home the Earth," the Delegate from the Vatican City called out just as passionately.
"My home, my actual full time home, that I commute to every single night, is in the middle of a Martian dome settlement that I founded and have been terraforming for years just for the hell of it," Harry loudly called out. "We, as wizards and witches, can go anywhere! We can do anything!... It's the Muggles that I'm truly worried about."
"I don't understand then," the Delegate from Australia called out from the front row. "If you're so concerned about the growth of the Muggle population, why did you allow this God to mostly eradicate disease?
"Well for the most part I was simply forced to think fast and to work with what resources my magic provided me," Harry admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "On the other hand, I actually don't mind this outcome at all. The spontaneous eradication of most diseases might give the denizens of the magical world some latitude when the Muggles finally catch on to our existence. I think this most recent event has just the right mixture of powerful benevolence attached to it. My hope is that when the time comes, the Muggles will take the magical abilities of wizardkind very seriously and follow our lead into the future, without all of the "shitting their pants in terror" I feared might have to happen first."
"So you do plan to reveal us to the Muggles," Lord Deacon immediately accused with a pointed finger.
Every single day, on average, upwards of 900 million Muggles are Obliviated of their memories when they encounter magic and the magical world," Harry immediately retorted. "At what point will there be far, far too many people catching on in any given day for the various Magical government agencies to sweep it all under the rug? At what point will Muggle technology become durable enough or sophisticated enough to function in magical settings? At what point will our existence be revealed, along with the not so benign neglect that we've been giving them this whole entire time?"
For several moments, a din of murmuring voices could be heard throughout the Hall, as Harry's point was debated back and forth...
"Let me make myself perfectly clear Mr. Potter," Lord Deacon spat out, anger dripping from his every syllable. "The British Ministry of Magic does not condone your actions, nor do they intend to let you off the hook without any consequences."
"Oh… Okay… So you are firing me then. It's about damned time!" Harry didn't have to feign the look of hope filled optimism that he suddenly adopted on his face. While he knew for a fact that he wasn't actually going to be fired, the thought alone was enough to make him smile.
"Pardon me most honorable Lord Potter. I don't understand what you mean by… fired." The implied question came from the Delegate of Germany. An elderly woman wearing an absolutely gigantic hat.
"There's no need to be so polite to me at this point German Delegate Schmidt" Harry replied with a small bemused shake of his head. "I hardly see the point of such flowery rhetoric and effusive courtesy now… Not when this Council's seen fit to shackle my magic with enough MIMM regalia to outright kill a dragon… I do have to agree with your decision to fire me though. I'm way too much of a loose cannon to be allowed anywhere near the ICW's most sensitive and large scale incidents. I also just have much better things to do with my time and much better planets to be doing them on…"
"P..pa..pardon," the German Delegate stuttered out again in a far more distressed sounding voice.
"Well… I mean, if it weren't for the Delegate from France being an old friend of mine, I wouldn't be putting myself through any of this Council's abuse in the first place," Harry admitted with yet another shrug. "First of all, I'm not even a true citizen of Earth anymore. I'm a landed immigrant, a landowner, a government official and a duly appointed Diplomat of both Mars and Europa, which means that there isn't a single individual in this room that has even a speck of authority over me. Then there's the fact that the workload you've all demanded of me this past year is completely absurd.... I have an idea. Let's take a gander at my itinerary so far this year, at which point you may begin to understand why I'm feeling so... underappreciated…"
With a little bit of awkwardness caused by the 2 MIMMS on his right wrist bunching up, Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out a little black book, opened it up, and then began reading from the first page. "On January the 3rd, I cleaned up and reversed the parasitized cockatrice invasion that petrified nearly every single human being in Lithuania. On January the 8th, I purified the necrotizing curse that someone managed to lay down on every McDonalds happy meal all around the world. On January the 11th, I pacified and sent home the energy beings from Earth 2, Earth's sister dimension, when Muggle high power radio waves were disturbing them in their realm. On January the 20th, I stopped the Icelandic timeslip and restored causality to that entire region. On January the 22nd, I saved the Canadians from the world turtle's revival and sudden migration. On January the 30th through February the 8th, I stood in front of the demon incursion in Florida and sealed the gate that the local Muggles managed to open to the netherworld… On February the… Actually, You know what? I might just stop there… I wouldn't want to bore this most illustrious Council with the paltry little details of the tasks you've all so generously bestowed upon me. Please do keep in mind that all of the events I've listed so far happened between January the 1st and February the 8th of this year. If I tried to get through the rest of the year, it would take up several minutes of your.. oh... so... valuable... time…"
No one in the ICW Council chambers moved a muscle. They'd all been rendered into a perfectly still, perfectly stunned form of absolute silence. It had been a very, very long time since any of these highly educated, highly powerful, super elite politicians were forced to suffer any disrespect from anyone. Of course the fact that they were out of practice only made it harder for them to withstand Harry's sarcastic tone, his obvious disdain for every single one of them, and the fact that they deserved every single second of it...
Harry almost rolled his eyes. It was almost as if these self-righteous pricks had forgotten just how much crap they'd unceremoniously dumped into his lap, and how little authority they actually had over him… In the end, Harry just stepped down from the pedestal without a by your leave, and turned to look back at Fleur. "I think you can handle the rest."
"You will stay right where you are until we're done with you," Lord Deacon suddenly screamed in his most stern and authoritarian tone of voice.
With a sigh, Harry turned back towards Lord Deacon and arched his eyebrow at the man.
Then it happened.
With a scarlet flare of ambient magic that began at his feet, Harry disappeared from the Council chamber in a burst of bright red flames.
For the second time in just a single minute, no one knew exactly how to react to what they'd just seen.
"Wasn't Lord Potter wearing enough MIMM metal to render every single witch and wizard within 50 Kilometers of this council chamber into a Squib," the Delegate from Peru asked with her head tilted to the side.
"How did he Apparate directly through all of our chamber's wards, and since when does Apparition have anything to do with flames and light," another Delegate called out.
"Did we really just allow that pathetic ingrate Deacon to piss off Lord Potter to the point that he quit the ICW?!" A third Delegate asked in a nearly panicked sounding voice.
By this point, Fleur had a hand cupping her temples, attempting to massage away the beginnings of a headache. She and Harry had spoken of this after all... Despite the fact that he was wearing an absolutely ridiculous amount of MIMMs, Fleur had still gone out of her way to make Harry promise not to take off mid meeting in some grand magical fuck you to the Council! He'd promised that he wouldn't!!
Then Fleur started to really think about what she'd just seen happen, and her lips became a thin little line. Harry was a great many things, a womanizer and a scoundrel being the biggest 2 among them, but one thing that he couldn't be called was a bold faced liar. That, and there was a second aspect about what just happened that was unusual. Harry's magic was green. As a general rule even the flames that he creates tend to be green…
A red flaming Apparition was just a little too out of character...
A pit of worry was beginning to form in Fleur's stomach. A mystery that she intended to get to the bottom of ASAP.
What in the hell just happened to Harry Potter?
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CRACK!!
It was a very surprised Harry Potter that was suddenly Force Apparated hundreds of miles in a flash of scarlet red flames. Then, when the Apparition came to an end, it was equally surprising for the man to find himself dropping ass backwards onto a leather couch in what looked like a VIP room in the back of a Muggle night club. Due mostly to the fact that he'd promised not to leave the ICW meeting that he'd been attending just a few moments earlier even if he did figure out a way to do so, Harry was just a little bit frustrated at the moment. The chances were pretty good that Fleur was currently pissed off at him over a very powerful application of magic that wasn't his doing… Speaking of which…
While surveying the well-appointed room that he was sitting in and noting the soft thump of hard bass music playing somewhere off in the background, Harry wondered just who in the hell had managed to Force Apparate him across the entire country from within the well warded confines of the ICW. The strength of the magical power required to summon someone against their will argued that Harry should be very, very careful in how he moves from this point forward. He was still wearing several Magic Inhibiting Metal Manacles or MIMMs on every single one of his limbs, and he didn't have the equipment required to remove any of them… Yeah… It was time to get moving...
As quickly and as quietly as he could move, Harry began rising to his feet. This timing… It was just a little bit too coincidental… He hadn't been as vulnerable as he was now in well over a decade...
"No. Don't get up 'Arry… Sit back down and stay still with your hands at your sides… I will be with 'ou een but a moment." The oddly complex and multifaceted female voice came from behind a screen that was standing next to the room's extremely well stocked bar.
With a small grunt of surprise, Harry found his butt obediently dropping back into the plush leather of the couch and his hands resting casually at his sides.
What in the hell?!
After attempting to push himself back up to his feet again, only for his body to stubbornly refuse to move, Harry began to feel a bead of sweat dripping from his scalp to run down the side of his temple. Whoever this mysterious woman was, her voice contained an extremely powerful suggestive quality the likes of which he'd never experienced before, and once again Harry found himself bothered by the timing… The odds were pretty good that he would've been at least partially resistant to this woman's compulsions under normal circumstances, but with his magic all locked away inside of his body, he appeared to be completely at her mercy.
This wasn't good…
With the beginning of a slow sexy jazz song and the soft shuffling of fabric, the owner of the voice emerged from behind the privacy screen in a series of very slow and well executed dance steps. Immediately after catching sight of the woman and then receiving a hard hit from an unfamiliar type of allure, Harry's heart rate doubled, his hands clenched painfully at his sides, his breathing developed a haggard quality, and his cock… well… his cock did what it tends to do... This woman, this unbelievably powerful variety of Veela, was tearing down the painstakingly laid out and magically fortified walls of Harry's Mind Occlusions, and replacing the self-control that they afforded him with an extraordinarily powerful lust... Harry was hot. Harry was hard. Harry wasn't in the driver's seat of his body at the moment.
This woman was…
The woman was quite a bit shorter than average at around 5 foot 2 inches and she had a willowy thin little body, but her extremely slender hourglass figure only served to make her abundant curves that much more eye catching. In a similar fashion, her hair and eyebrows were a shockingly pure white that contrasted in powerful ways with her bright violet colored eyes, and her skin was a luminous moonlit silver. Then there was the woman's ears... She had a pair of honest to Gods elfin ears that tapered to soft little points about a half an inch away from her head. It was as if this woman wasn't from a mortal plane of existence at all.... It was as if she were a celestial being of some kind.... The only aspect of the woman's current appearance that seemed to defy the fey image that her body was giving off was the strappy little party dress that she was wearing. It was a sexy dark purple number that featured a plunging neckline to display an abundance of luscious tit flesh, a wide open back to reveal an elegant neck and shoulders, and a hemline short enough to reveal a tantalizing expanse of smooth and milky thighs.
All in all, Gabrielle Delacour currently looked like some kind of Nordic Fertility Goddess that had suddenly decided to go clubbing with a bunch of mere mortals, and had absolutely no idea what modesty was supposed to be...…
By this point, Harry's dick was actually hard enough to start throbbing painfully in his pants. Nevertheless, he tried to act as if he was still calm and in perfect control of the situation. Needless to say, it was nearly impossible… "Gabrielle," he offered in a strained little voice. "It's been several years…"
"I eentend to go by ze name Belle from this point forward… but yes, eet 'as been several years," Gabrielle purred in an eerie two toned voice that was far more than merely sexy. "'Ou and I 'aven't seen each ozzer since Bill and Fleur's wedding. Not since ze day zat zey swore zeir fidelity to each ozzer." As she spoke, the newly renamed Belle slowly and gracefully crossed the room, her every movement an overt form of animalistic, almost instinctual seduction.
Every movement of Belle's legs had Harry twitching in his seat, as images of having them wrapped around his waist flashed through his mind and filled his every thought with red hot desire. He shook his head, he drew in a desperate breath, he grit his teeth, and then he looked up at the woman standing directly in front of him. "Your sister is worried about you…"
"My seester… ees… a... whore," Belle whispered in a completely indifferent tone of voice, as she slowly slipped onto the couch and straddled Harry's waist. "What's more… what's so much worse… ees zat she ees attempting to take what's mine…"
"I'm… I'm confused… Belle," Harry gasped out as the ethereally beautiful young woman straddling his lap began grinding her inner thighs and pelvis against his painfully throbbing bulge. "The last I heard, you recently got married. You became a duchess of some municipality in France…"
"Yess, I was married... I suppose I still am… and yet all of zat ees completely eemmaterial now," Belle breathed directly into Harry's ear. The proximity of her full lips to Harry's cheek brought about a full body shiver to the man, and she rewarded his very honest body by pressing her breasts to his chest ever.. so.. slightly. Then she bit her lip and tilted her head to the side. "Would 'ou like to 'ear ze sequence of events zat led to zis outcome 'Arry? Would 'ou like to understand why 'ou are now mine, mind, body and soul?"
"Yes," Harry gasped and stuttered, when Belle suddenly ran just the very tip of her tongue up the side of his neck. "Yes, please tell me how it came to this."
"Any-zing for 'ou, Mon Amour,'' Belle drawled teasingly, rising away from Harry's lap and turning around to stand with her ass just a foot away from his face. "My story begins 10 years ago, when I was saved from ze depths of ze Black Lake by a very 'eroic young 'Arry Potter." Even as she said those words, Belle slowly hiked up the purple fabric of her dress to reveal a thong clad ass that was absurdly round and almost obscenely large in contrast to her ultra slim little body. "During zis event, I was so shocked, I was so eempressed, I was so captivated by 'ou, I eemmediately eemprinted on 'ou een a very profound fashion. I am Veela so zere was always a possibility of such a zing 'appening when I grew older, but at such a young age… eenconceivable… Of course I eemmediately began evolving eento my current proto Veela abilities wizout ze benefit of an adult's magic."
While Harry was trying his hardest to follow Belle's story, he felt his mind sliding further and further into degeneracy with every single second that passed. The woman's foreign and powerful allure was bathing his body from top to bottom, and she was waving her hypnotizingly round ass back and forth directly in front of his face. Then she slowly dragged her fingers up his thighs to begin unzipping the fly of his pants, and Harry was forced to painfully bite his lip to keep from losing it. "Transforming... as a child… would've been… deadly... What… did your parents… do?"
"Zey Obliviated my memories of ever meeting 'ou, so zat my body would no longer 'ave need of ze transformation," Belle explained in a very dark voice, as her hands roughly yanked down Harry's boxer briefs. "Even as I understand why my parents did what zey did, I am 'aving trouble forgiving zem for zeir meddling."
Harry couldn't quite stop the sigh of relief that spilled from his lips when Belle finally dragged his cock out of his pants and let it point towards the ceiling like a solid steel flagpole. Nevertheless he was still desperately trying to stay on task... "What… changed… now?"
"Just 4 days ago, every-zing changed for me when I encountered a memory concealed wizzin a Pensieve een my sister's office," Belle growled, both anger and jealousy pouring out of her every word. Her growl of anger didn't die away until after she sat down on Harry's lap and began rubbing her thong clad ass up and down the length of his cock. Then it became an altogether more predatory type of noise as she felt his length and his girth bouncing around and hot-dogging between her thighs and ass cheeks.
"The memory that Fleur and Tonks recorded," Harry gasped out with his eyes lidded and his chest tight. "You lived Fleur's memory?"
"Zat's right Mon Amour," Belle leaned back flush to Harry's body to whisper directly into his ear. "I experienced an entire afternoon of 'ard sex, passionate lovemaking and zen kinky roleplay, een ze body of my married elder seester, wiz ze man hoo should've long ago become my mate. Did 'ou know zat Fleur's body 'as begun marking 'ou wiz er pheromones? Did 'ou know zat she's starting to eemprint 'erself to 'ou just like I did as a youth? Eet would 'ave been completely eempossible for me not to remember my forgotten past given 'ow similar Fleur's current circumstances are becoming. I suppose I'm fortunate zat my seester ees such an eerredeemable fucking slut, and she eesn't even trying to resist 'ou anymore..."
As if verbally abusing her elder sister was getting her off in a really big way, Belle was rubbing her ass back against Harry's cock faster and faster with every single word that she said, and her postage stamp sized thong was beginning to soak through with pussy juices. In a similar fashion, Harry's cock was beginning to leak large dollops of precum to drip all over his dress shirt and pants, and the fog in his brain was insistently demanding that he beg Belle to take him. He didn't. He refused to. He wasn't a submissive. At least not yet. Besides, something Gabrielle had just said was grating his sense of justice enough to cut right through his nearly all consuming lust, and it was sticking to his brain like a burr.
You know what? Fuck it. It just had to be said…
"Fleur forced me to seduce her for 9 entire months before finally giving up that sweet little pussy of hers, you hypocritical cunt," Harry snapped out with a groan of effort and squeezed shut eyes. "Your slutty, married ass didn't even last a week!"
There... He'd said it, and it'd felt really, really good... Now it would be absolutely fantastic if he didn't have to pay dearly for it…
"Hold your breath until I say otherwise…"
Fuck...
And just like that Harry's body stopped letting him breathe and he couldn't even move around to display how upsetting he found the situation.
Rising off of Harry's lap, Belle turned around and stared imperiously down at Harry's increasingly pale and sweat soaked face. "'Ou may actually 'ave a point, Mon Amour... and een time I may even offer my seester an apology… On ze ozzer 'aand, 'ou clearly don't yet realize ze nature of what I 'ave become for 'ou. I am Veela, as zey once were and will become again. What I want… I take." As Belle spoke, a wave of scarlet magic began billowing out from within her body to completely burn away her dress. Immediately after the material covering her body was incinerated, a series of very fine white feathers grew along both of her forearms, and an honest to Gods pair of pure white wings exploded out from beneath her shoulder blades. Along with this newest transformation, the strength of the allure Belle was piling down upon Harry's body more than quadrupled, and he felt his will being subsumed within a white hot, nearly maddening need.
"Breath."
Harry breathed.
Look me in the eyes.
Harry stared up into Belle's newly glowing violet eyes. Even her sclera were a violet color now, making her appearance that much more ethereal and cosmic.
"'Ou will not attack me at any point, even when I give 'ou permission to move… say eet."
"I will not attack you."
"'Ou are mine now… Say eet."
"I'm… yours."
"Good…" with a wave of Belle's hand, a nearby table was Transfigured into a small but durable looking boxspring and mattress set. "Now... Remove your clothing and then lay down in the middle of the bed."
"You… intend… to… enslave… me?" The question was the most independence Harry was capable of displaying at the moment, and he was removing his clothing the entire time he asked it.
"My evolution to zis new and glorious state of being would never 'ave occurred een ze first place eef enslaving 'ou were as simple as zat," Belle corrected with a small shake of her head. "No… I 'ave no doubt zat completely dominating 'ou will take much time and effort on my part, but my cleverness and power have afforded me wiz a set of very useful tools... All of ze magic suppressing manacles zat 'ou are currently wearing 'ave assured zat 'ou are susceptible to ze suggestive power of my aura and voice. Likewise ze MIMMs will stop 'ou from rendering your semen eenert like you've been doing wiz Fleur all along… And don't even try to claim zat 'ou 'aven't been doing so because neizer Fleur nor I are stupid. Fleur 'as long since realized both your machinations as well as ze motives be-ind zem. She feels very... conflicted on ze matter..."
Despite the fact that he was naked and laying down on his back by the time Belle finished her explanation, Harry's eyes still opened wide and dilated in alarm. "You can't possibly intend to...?"
"Yes… I do. I eentend to mate wiz 'ou… thoroughly, until I am bred,'' Belle admitted with an unbelievably predatory expression upon her face. By ze end of ze day, I will 'ave 'ou eempregnate me wiz my first baby. But first, I zink I might enjoy some of your… ozzer talents." Without a word of explanation, Belle crawled up the length of Harry's body to straddle his neck with her ass resting on his chest. Only then did she look down into his eyes and give him a very wicked little smile. "Eat my leetle pussy 'Arry. Touch my body, grope my ass and thighs and tits to your 'earts content while 'ou do so. Make me cum on your mouth." Then she was sliding forward to press her pussy against Harry's chin.
The Delacour ladies had miraculously tasty little pussies. It had to be said. One lick of the vaguely citrusy juices dripping from Belle's immaculately smooth pussylips and Harry felt his mouth salivating, his heart thumping in his chest, and his cock twitching painfully between his legs. Then his hands were running up the side of the woman's creamy, not quite plump thighs to her even more dramatic and shapely ass, and he had to admit that the woman was a Veela phenom of radical curves and innate animal magnetism. Despite both his principles regarding consent and his more personal aversion to being a submissive, Harry knew deep down that he was enjoying every little aspect of Belle's amazing body. He enjoyed what he felt under his hands when he allowed them to roam the different slopes, curves and angles of her form. He enjoyed being able to wrap his two hands around almost the entirety of her tiny little waist. He enjoyed cupping her tits and finding out that they were nearly the same size as her much taller older sister's. He enjoyed the larger than expected nipples capping her breasts and how just touching them made Belle twitch and tremble on his face.... But then that trembling was one of the best aspects of Belle's little body. She was clearly an extremely receptive lover. She had an ultrasensitive firecracker of a body, which in gaming terms made her what's called a glass cannon. She was extremely high in offensive power, but as a trade-off she had almost no defensive capabilities whatsoever... Right away, Harry could tell that his current adversary wasn't truly prepared to take on someone with his particular... skills…
Good...
First things first… It was time to find out what the MIMMs allowed him to do with his magic stuck within his body… He needed to buy some time… He needed to work on the MIMMs...
As the Harry Potter began licking and nibbling expertly at her pussy and running his hands around every curve of her body, Belle couldn't help the manic and alien look of supreme triumph that began growing across her face. The transformation from innocent and bored half Veela Gabrielle Lacroix into a completely incensed and nearly unhinged proto Veela had been abrupt and very uncomfortable, but now that she was about to triumph over the circumstances of her evolution, Belle allowed herself a moment of intense self-satisfaction. She was a transcendental being now… She was a Veela demigod of old… Harry would kneel before her.. Harry would… lick her clit as if his tongue had turned into a supercharged vibrator!
Wait?! What?!
Between one second and the next, Belle's eyes widened and then slid up into her head. Harry's arms had tightly encircled her waist to pull her pussy down hard against a tongue that had suddenly became the most versatile sex toy ever seen on the face of the planet! His tongue vibrated back and forth in a blur of tightly controlled speed, issuing soft hissing noises that required hundreds and hundreds of lightning quick flicks a second, and he pressed this movement against Belle's clit and outer folds both thoroughly and unpredictably.
In the moments that followed, Belle opened her mouth intending to demand that Harry slow down. Too bad for her, the only sound that leaked out of her slack-jawed mouth was a long, throaty moan with just a hint of whimper at the end. Then she reached down towards Harry's face intending to push the man's head down into the mattress, but all her newly trembling fingers did instead was run through the man's hair as if the 2 of them were the most passionate of lovers. Belle's body was betraying her. Some aspect of her unbelievably crowded and confused psyche was fiercely determined to allow everything that was being done to her. Then Harry's too long, too talented tongue thrust deeper within her pussy to press against her G spot 2 inches inside and above her clit, and Belle began to feel a cascade of sensation growing from deep within her core. She was twitching. She was trembling. Her thighs were shaking around Harry's chin. Then she was being cast over the edge into a mind shaking orgasm because Harry wasn't backing off an inch. The man's tongue was a blur of motion both inside her and against her clit, and she was being reduced to a moaning mess of over sensitive flesh in almost no time at all. It wasn't supposed to be like this! It wasn't supposed to be so intense! She was losing control!
Harry enjoyed every single second of Belle's orgasm for multiple different reasons. Her disproportionately large tits bounced around on her compact little torso like some kind of perverse optical illusion, her ass and thighs likewise trembled against his hands as if she was attached to a live current of electricity, and her body's actions betrayed the presence of sweet little Gabrielle somewhere inside of her.
It was becoming clear to Harry that Gabrielle Lacroix was still present and aware of the things that were happening to her, and she was attempting to assert some variety of control over her more dominant Veela personality.
Harry was going to help her…
With a groan of mental effort, and a flexible interpretation of what "touch my body as much as you want," meant, Harry suddenly rolled Belle over onto her back with his face buried between her spread open thighs, and then he continued to devour her cute little peach as if his life depended on it.
And in a way it did…
After gasping in surprise and redoubled pleasure, Belle began squirming and wiggling against her wings like a damsel while pawing at Harry's head in a way that was both cute and affectionate. For the next 5-6 minutes, she writhed, panted and moaned Harry's name towards the ceiling in a cute, melodic tone of voice that didn't contain even a trace of its earlier two tone qualities. "Ohhh, ohhh 'Arry, oh 'Arrrieee... You're so good, you're just as amazing as I always thought you'd be," she absently murmured as she was once again brought to the very peak of orgasm… Then her eyes suddenly snapped wide open, blazed with a violet fire and her mouth twisted into an openly feral smile. "Stop eating my pussy right zis very eenstant and return to laying on your back… Eet's long past time zat I finally 'ave my way wiz 'ou…
"Gabrielle's… still… in… there," Harry pointed out as his body moved to do Belle's bidding, laying back in the middle of the bed.
"Gabrielle wants to mate wiz 'ou just as badly as I do," Belle pointed out as she straddled Harry's thighs and took his cock into both of her hands.
"She's... married," Harry managed to grunt out, even as Belle slowly stroked his cock in long, slow, double handed motions that caused his cockhead to rub back and forth against the silky smooth bottoms of her tits.
"Why do 'ou zink Gabrielle so easily allowed me to take control of our body?" Belle's smile was almost evil as she leaned in over Harry's cock and began lavishing his crown with a half dozen sloppy, open mouthed kisses. "Ze child ees far too kind and gentle to completely forsake 'er marriage vows… I, on ze ozzer 'aand… 'ow 'ou say… don't geeve a fuck…"
After dropping that bomb as if it was nothing, Belle pressed her lips directly to Harry's cockhead, allowed his flared out tip to force them apart, and then she stuffed her cheeks full to bursting with the first two inches of Harry's dick. Between that, her overpowering allure, and how her hands were still milking his shaft in long, skillful strokes, Harry was having a hell of a time just maintaining his sanity. This was quickly becoming a really bad situation... Harry had been hoping that Gabrielle might be his salvation, but instead the woman was merely using her more radical alter ego as a scapegoat of some kind... Then Belle suddenly cupped her breasts in both of her hands to wrap Harry's cock in a hot, soft, pillowy heaven, and he involuntarily released a loud groan of sudden arousal.
Titfuck blowjob combo… Fuuuuuck…
With a luminous violet wink and a smile that was all but invisible with her mouth O'd out around Harry's cock, Belle began shoving more and more dick into her mouth and down her tightly clenching throat. Not even a week earlier, Gabrielle had spent an afternoon as Fleur Weasley, sucking and fucking Harry's cock with a level of devotion that had shocked her to her core. Having experienced that memory, the newly reawoken Belle had grown confident in the knowledge that "hypothetically" she knew how to deepthroat the man's cock like a pro. Of course as it turns out, reality was quite a bit more challenging, what with her much smaller body and tiny little mouth, but she could still see the effect that her big beautiful breasts we're having on the man as she pancaked them around his shaft. Harry Potter was twitching in pleasure with every single movement that her breasts made up and down his well lubricated length. Likewise, the man was throbbing on her mouth with every new inch that she managed to cram down her eager little throat. In fact, if Belle was reading the man's body right, then he was escalating towards orgasm at a steady rate…
And that was the moment when Belle suddenly popped her mouth off of the end of Harry's cock, and stared down into his half wild eyes. "'Ou are not to cum anywhere but eenside of my womb. 'Ou will hold back your release until 'ou are 'iilted balls deep eenside of me."
"Hoohhhhfuuuck," Harry grunted out as his impending orgasm was suddenly locked at the base of his shaft behind a tortured wall of clenching muscle and his cock started flip flopping back and forth in the air like a living creature. "Gods… Goddesses… Why?"
"I desire to fulfil my magical 'eritage as soon as possible, Mon amour," Bell explained with a mischievous smile on her ethereally beautiful face. "Gabrielle… well… she merely wants to 'ave all of 'er options taken away from 'er. She doesn't want to struggle wiz ze guilt caused by 'er growing desires. She seeks for me to make ze situation eerevocable… unavoidable… permanent..."
A small glint of something grew within Harry's eyes. A hint of an idea. A chance…
"Gabrielle doesn't… need you... anymore… then," Harry explained with a smile that looked both unhinged and wild.
"Ohhh? Do tell. Why doesn't she need me?" Bell asked with her mouth pressed to the sensitive underside of Harry's crown and her tits continuously rubbing up and down his length.
"I'm an amoral, womanizer with Merlin levels of magical strength, and Gabrielle's a hot piece of ass that's caught my attention," Harry growled out through clenched teeth. "She can try to deny me if she wants to, but I will have my way with her sexy little body now that I know she's developed a taste for my dick. No one, not Gabrielle, not her husband, not even Fleur, can stop me from splitting her open on my cock. It's inevitable like the sun in the sky. She's fucked. She's already mine. She just doesn't realize it yet.
At first Belle only smirked and it looked like nothing was going to change. Then the violet color of her eyes suddenly lost some of its intensity and the way that she was rubbing at Harry's cock became far more intimate. "'Ou mean eet 'Arry? 'Ou eentend to just take me over and over again like ze brutish Englishman zat 'ou are?"
"There's no boundary ward on the face of the planet sophisticated enough to keep me out, no security team skilled enough to see through all of my invisibility and notice-me-not spells, no tracking spell strong enough to follow me, and no string of words that you can say that will change my mind," Harry replied in a deadly serious tone. "If by this time next year you're not the mother of my firstborn, it'll only be because I want to continue fucking you senseless on a regular basis. Belle doesn't need to force me to knock you up, Gabrielle. I intend to do so anyway at the time and place of my choosing."
"Oh no, oh dear, I'm being preyed upon," Gabrielle breathed out as her hanging tongue started dragging slow, wet, erotic circles around the entirety of Harry's cockhead, and she hugged her breasts even tighter around the length of his shaft. "I'm being targeted for breeding by a wizard strong enough to casually annihilate Dark Lords… I… I suppose... I 'ave no choice but to let 'iim fill my poor leetle stomach wiz 'iis smelly brutish seed…"
"No," Harry agreed. "No choice. No choice at all anymore. You lost that when you walked into my line of sight with this lewd fucking body of yours in that tight little dress. Your stomach is mine now. Your pussy is mine. Your womb is mine."
With a shiver that visibly ran up the entire length of her body, Gabrielle stared down into Harry's eyes. "Cum whenever and wherever 'ou want zen 'Arry. Take my mouth eef 'ou must. I know better zan to defy a monster such as 'ou…"
"You may have succeeded in the short term, but I'd have made you pay for it in the long term," Harry breathed out with extreme menace in his tone. The entire time that he said those words, his hands were rising up the length of Gabrielle's body towards her face. Then he was grabbing onto the back of her head, dragging her lips back down around his cockhead, and then scrubbing her mouth down every inch of his shaft like a sex toy made of hot sucking flesh. He didn't give the woman a choice in the matter. He didn't let her acclimate. He dragged her throat down his entire shaft in one slow but implacable movement, until her nose was buried in his short and curly pubes and her tits were pancaked hard against the top of his thighs. The woman choked and gurgled as she took more and more of his invading cock, she slapped at his thighs in token resistance, she groaned and moaned miserably... and then her thighs began to shake in an unmistakable fashion and her pussy spilled femcum all over Harry's right leg. Long before he truly started having his way with her mouth, Gabrielle was already red in the face, trembling from head to toe, and squirming atop his body in an attempt to rub her pussy against his thigh.
"When did I give you permission to cum," Harry growled as he pulled Gabrielle's mouth back up the length of his shaft. "When did I give you permission to do anything but try to breath passed the cock in your throat?" When the woman's mouth was just barely wrapped around the crown of his dick, Harry dragged her back down again and the cycle repeated itself. Gabrielle resisted, she gagged, and she groaned, then she moaned and pawed at his stomach muscles and chest. Then again she was being dragged back up his length, but this time she sucked hard against his shaft the entire time, hollowing out her cheeks and dragging her splayed out tongue along every inch of his length. The next time she was pulled down his cock until her lips kissed at his balls, one of her hands was cupping his testicles and massaging them against her chin. Harry didn't miss the fact that her other hand was suddenly shoved well down between her own thighs, where it was rapidly fingering and playing with her dripping wet pussy.
"That's right, take it bitch," Harry stage whispered so that Gabrielle would hear every single word that he said. "Veela aren't the only people who take what they want. Your sister is mine, body and soul, bought and paid for with a series of good deeds that I had no interest in performing. Nymphadora Tonks is mine because she's a high spec sexual deviant and just can't get enough. You… you're mine now because you fucked up, plain and simple. You allowed your alter ego to try to rape me, so I don't even care if I ruin your marriage anymore. I'm going to knock you up sooner rather than later, and there's nothing you can do to stop me…"
With every word that Harry said, Gabrielle's resistance dropped away more and more until finally her face was being dragged up and down his shaft at a rapid rate and she was feeling up his body with desperate, groping hands.
GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, cough hack, slurp, mwah, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, gurgle, groan, moan, GLUCK,GLUCK,GLUCK......…...
Within just a few minute's time, copious amounts of spit and drool connected Gabrielle's chin to Harry's balls in long viscous strings, her mascara was tear stained to trail a little over an inch down both of her cheeks, and her lips were red and a little puffy from being stretched and rooted around Harry's massive cock.... Her eyes on the other hand… Her eyes were glossed over with super intense levels of arousal and her body was shuddering in a nearly constant state of little and not so little orgasms. As Harry's hands continued to drag her unresisting mouth up and down his shaft, she gurgled, she wheezed, she sucked and she moaned, all while rubbing at her clit like a woman possessed and spilling pussy juices onto the conjured mattress.
Long story short, sweet and innocent little Gabrielle Lacroix was a fully formed, high level Masochist that was getting off big time at the idea that Harry was forcing himself upon her. Fleur was somewhat similar in the sense that she enjoyed surrendering control, but she was far more into being demeaned than being truly pushed around. Gabrielle on the other hand… She wanted to be dominated, roughly taken, and then forcibly impregnated both as fetish fuel and to avoid having to take responsibility for her infidelity.
Then again… That last part was yet another thing that Gabrielle and Fleur had in common...
It was official... Both of the Delacour sisters were freaks….
With Gabrielle's frantically clenching throat rippling up and down his cock, the rhythmic press of her tits against his thighs, the way that her ass was swaying back and forth in the air behind her, and the way that her glassy eyes were staring pleadingly into his own, Harry finally ran out of staying power and felt his balls clenching up against his shaft. He cupped both of Gabrielle's new elfin ears in response, held her lips firmly against the root of his cock and sat up on the bed to look down into her lust drunk eyes. "Here's how it is Gabrielle… I'm about to drain my cum into that adorable little mouth of yours, and I expect you to swallow every single drop of it. Get used to this feeling and start practicing the mouth freshening charm. From this day forward, you're going to have to stop the smell of my cum from lingering in your mouth after I've "stopped by" to have my way with you. You're going to have no choice in the matter. Not if you want to hide my actions from that Duke husband of yours..."
With shaking eyes that were growing as wide as dinner plates and hands that were a blur of motion against her pussy lips, Gabrielle somehow managed to nod her understanding with her mouth still rooted around Harry's cock. Then she moaned when Harry grabbed her by her hair, dragged her face up the length of his cock, and held her firmly in place with her lips sealed around only his flared out cockhead. Harry was doing exactly as he'd said he'd do. He was about to force-feed her a massive, piping hot load of his sticky, filthy cum. Gabrielle's mind quickly unravelled into a pink fog of extreme arousal as her cheeks hollowed out around the brute's cockhead and her tongue unfurled directly under his tip. Oh Gods, Oh yes!… She needed this to happen… She needed it to happen now!..
Then she was getting it... all of it… and it was so much more than she could possibly handle.
A river of seed, a tsunami wave of semen exploded into Gabrielle's mouth, hosing down her tonsils and chipmunking out her cheeks even as she desperately struggled to swallow quickly enough to keep up with it all. She tried her hardest, she fought for it, she struggled, and then she failed, her throat expanded around the thick, viscous mass of it, the backlog filled her mouth to capacity, and then the seed began leaking out passed the edges of her tightly pursed lips. With all of the drama of a broken high pressure water pipe, seed started spurting from within her mouth to coat her lips and chin and then drop down into the bed. Then Gabrielle saw that Harry was moving above her in order to punish her for her failure, and that knowledge caused her twitching and trembling little pussy to splash a fresh wave of femcum all over the mattress beneath her body.
"Oh for Gods' sakes Gabrielle, you're making a mess of the bed," Harry admonished in a highly embellished disappointed tone, moving to stand above the woman on his knees. As he rose higher above Gabrielle's body, her red flushed face rose up with him, her cum leaking lips completely unwilling to release the head of his cock from within her frantically swallowing mouth. Then Harry was firmly holding her in place by both her hair and her pointed ears and his excess cum was drooling from her chin to her neck, down her shoulders and onto her tits. With wet and vacant eyes and a submissive expression on her face the likes of which Harry had never seen before, Gabrielle sucked and licked at his head, fondled at his balls and continued to swallow as much seed as she could catch in her clumsy little mouth. One thing was absolutely certain. Gabrielle didn't have even a speck of the innate cocksucking skill that her older sister had. Oh sure, the woman was getting an A for effort, no doubt about it, but it was immediately apparent that she was completely atrocious at swallowing Harry's supersized cumloads.
It was really, really fucking sexy though…
By the time Harry was finally finished blowing his load inside of Gabrielle's inept but enthusiastically sucking mouth, the woman's upper body looked more like a glazed doughnut than it did anything else. Cum was coating strands of her hair, splattering her entire face, dripping down her neck and glossing both of her massive fucking tits into a shiny off white that reflected the bar lighting. She looked like she'd just experienced an especially crowded day on the set of a porno shoot. She looked like a particularly shameless whore who stumbled into a sausage party. She looked hard used and put away wet…
Fuuuuck...
Harry's cock twitched and bobbed in the air as he looked down at the mascara stained and cum covered French Duchess.
Slowly and tenderly, Gabrielle reached out, softly cupped Harry's testicles in her palm and massaged them like a contact juggler... Then her eyes suddenly turned a vibrant violet color, her allure slammed into Harry's body with the weight of an 18 wheeler, and her gaze transformed into a predatory little smile. "Your plan 'as backfired on 'ou 'Arry," Belle purred, as she drew her hand away from his newly throbbing balls, cleaned the cum off of her face with her fingers and then drew them into her mouth. "Gabrielle ees currently completely blissed out een a cum covered paradise, and 'as stopped resisting me een ze slightest. Come to me 'Arry… Ze next load 'ou release from zose gigantic balls of yours shall be eenside of my pussy, een my deepest most fertile depths." As she compelled Harry to action with the magic in her voice, Belle rolled onto her back, grabbed at her ankles, and pulled them up beside her head. The woman was serving up her pussy in a position that was efficient for a very specific purpose. She was serving up her body up for a mating press. She was demanding that he breed her in a fashion that would guarantee success...
Fuuuuck…
Harry's body immediately loomed in over Belle's, and his hands dropped down to wrap around her ankles. His mind was burning up with a red hot, nearly all consuming need. His body, likewise was moving in with a sense of extreme purpose without him ever even directing it to. Then there was his testicles… Somehow, despite cumming just a single minute earlier, his balls were already throbbing painfully and he was beginning to drip precum onto Belle's pussylips and inner thighs. With the current state of his body, Harry was barely capable of speech, but he forced himself to try anyway. "Gonna... ruin... your... life..."
"Going to fulfil a legacy long denied," Belle immediately corrected, her two toned ethereal voice becoming manic as she ran her hands up and down Harry's chest and stomach muscles. "Going to carry ze seed of ze strongest, most potent, most magical, most beautiful, most awe eenspiring wizard on ze face of ze planet, and sire a long lost species of demigod Veela. Now fill me 'Arry. Break open my pussy. Show poor naïve Gabrielle what eet feels like to 'ave a real man's cock stretching 'er eensides to ze brim."
And then Harry was crouching in front of Belle's wide open thighs, leaning his weight on the back of her calves, and dropping his rock hard cock towards her pink and puffy little pussy. For a long and dramatic moment, the head of his cock pressed hard against Gabrielle's pussylips and it looked like it simply wouldn't work. Then her lips snapped around his cockhead all at once and tight enough make Harry grunt in surprise, and his dick started sinking into the unbelievably wet, unbelievably soft, infinitely welcoming heat that was her endlessly coiling pussy meat.
"Hah hahaohhhGawd," Belle laugh gasped out as her moment of triumph mixed with an overwhelming stretching sensation and a primal feeling of completion that had her eyes fluttering open and shut. "Hah… Hah… Gods.. Goddesses. Such a man, so much more, so much better, such a rush, so much caaawwwwk," she moaned, her mouth dropping open and her hands idly rubbing at her belly. While Belle had experienced being fucked by Harry's cock in Fleur's body, nothing had prepared her for being stretched around the man's cock in Gabrielle's little body. The woman was over half a foot shorter and quite a bit smaller of frame, and while her Veela constitution was going to make sure that she took every inch of Harry's dick, the experience was dramatic to say the very least. By the time Harry was just halfway hilted inside of her, Belle could already see the bump forming behind her belly button, and without even needing to think about it, she knew that her womb was about to conform around Harry's cockhead like a condom made of flesh. Then she felt Harry following her directions to the letter by dropping his entire weight onto his cock to split her pussy open in one fell swoop, and her mouth dropped open to release a nearly inaudible whimper and moan mixture. Full… so full… too full!.. Een my womb. Eenside of my womb!..
Even with all of his free will being ripped away and replaced by an animalistic compulsion to knock Belle the fuck up, Harry was still grateful that he'd cum just 2 minutes earlier. Belle's hungry little pussy was a wringing vortex of soaking wet, piping hot flesh, sucking at his cockhead in a way that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Then there was the way that the woman's tongue was dangling from her O'd out mouth as she stared wide eyed up at the dick penetrating her little body, the way that her disproportionately huge tits bounced around and slapped against her chin, the way that her hands rubbed at her cock bulged belly and pawed at his thighs for dear life, and the way that she couldn't even form the words to boss him around anymore. Belle was a feast for the eyes that had Harry pounding his cock down into her pussy as hard and as fast as he possibly could, and if he'd approached this situation with a maxed out pair of testicles he'd have cum within 30 seconds flat. He couldn't have that. He needed to hold on just a little while longer. He was almost there…
With an aggressive growl, Harry suddenly let go of Gabrielle's calves, allowing them to drape over the top of his shoulders instead. With his newly freed left hand he reached down and encircled Belle's neck, holding it with just shy of choking strength so that she wouldn't be able to give him any orders. With his right hand, he suddenly spanked Belle's ass once, twice, three times and then began pinching her nipples and groping at her abundant tit flesh. At first Belle looked furious at the disrespect that he was showing her body. Too bad for her, her pussy tightened up like a vice around his plundering cock and then twitched and trembled in a sudden moment of oversensitivity. When the pumping of Harry's cock only sped up in response to her pussy's sudden tightening and trembling, and he began slamming his cockhead into the opening of her womb with as much authority as he could muster, the woman's eyes started to glaze over with pleasure and her mouth slackened into an O. Then Harry was bearing down on the woman, pounding his cock into her like a man possessed, and her body started spasming and twitching as much as it could in his tightly restraining hands.
Unfortunately for Harry, he ended up leaning in a little too close in his enthusiasm to fuck Belle rotten, and he accidentally heard some of the delirious words that were leaking from her partially obstructed throat.
"God… You're a God 'Arry… You're my God. You're my mate… Mine. Refuse to share 'ou. Own 'ou. Keep 'ou 'idden away. Make 'ou submit. Cum eenside me. Seed my womb. Breed me again and again. Make me a broodmare..."
Fuck…
And then, with Belle's nearly incoherent orders, Harry Potter was suddenly in the home stretch and just moments away from cumming. His downward thrusting hips doubled in speed until the dull crack of his testicles slapping against Belle's ass cheeks filled the entire room, his body dropped down to fold Belle's knees even closer to her shoulders, and his chest pancaked her fat tits down into her body so that he could use them as a platform to work from. As he rough fucked Belle down into the mattress, the woman's eyes rolled up into her head, her tongue lolled out from within her mouth, her breath leaked from her body in a warbling moan, and her entire body vibrated from top to bottom. Then the woman's pussy started splashing femcum all over Harry's cock and balls, and she began clutching at his body with both her hands and her wings as if she was afraid of falling away. The woman was cumming her brains out to the point of nearly passing the fuck out. Her body was working entirely on a mixture of desperation and instinct...
With one last groan of supreme effort, Harry threw his right arm out to the side to dislodge a rusted through MIMM manacle from around his wrist, yanked the head of his cock from within Belle's pussy, growled an animalistic mixture of both defiance and triumph, and then began hosing the Veela's body down with thick, boiling hot seed from top to bottom. He came onto her inner thighs, her pussy, her belly and tits. He aimed higher to paint her neck and face with thick globs of pearly white semen, and he smiled his absolute victory the whole entire time.
"Nooooooooo!" Gabrielle moaned out in a mixture of delirious pleasure and abject misery. Even through the white hot, body rocking, mind melting climax that she was currently experiencing, Belle was aware that she was being denied the breeding that she needed oh so very badly. In response, her legs shot out to wrap around Harry's back, and her arms wrapped even tighter around his shoulders and neck. Then she was humping her pussy down towards Harry's still cumming cock as if she would recapture it within her orgasmically clenching pussy lips.
CRACK!!
With the unmistakable feeling of being Force Apparated, Harry and Gabrielle suddenly found themselves in the middle of the training room that adjoined Fleur Weasley's ICW office, where both Fleur and Tonks Weasley had wands pointed down in their direction.
Harry continued cumming. He had no choice in the matter. He was nowhere near finished yet. Belle didn't give a shit that her elder sister was watching, and she continued to try to impale her pussy down on Harry's continuously cumming cock. Harry pushed the woman back down onto her back even as he continued to hose down her entire body in frankly ridiculous amounts of cum. Unlike Belle however, half of his attention was being directed towards their current audience.
Fleur looked ready to commit murder, plain and simple.
Tonks looked a little bit amused and a lot turned on...
"Gabrielle," Harry snapped out in his most authority filled tone of voice. "Tell your sister the truth! Tell her what you and Belle have done and what just happened!" Even as he made that demand, he continued to spray cum into Gabrielle's wide open mouth, across her face and into her hair...
"Belle, ze persona be-ind my rare and powerful proto Veela transformation, abducted 'Arry, tried to force 'iim to mate wiz 'er, and made 'iim angry as a result," Gabrielle breathed out with her eyes closed and a blissed out smile on her cum and tear stained face. "Now 'Arry as decided zat 'ee will get revenge on us by raping a baby eento me against my will... 'Ee claims zat 'ee ees going to knock me up..."
It was only because Harry knew Fleur very, very well that he managed to block the blisteringly fast high impact curse aimed directly at his face with one of the MIMM manacles and then use the momentum generated by the curse to desperately roll across the room.
Well… Fuck…