After destroying France's magical superweapon and carrying Gabrielle up to a tower bedroom of the castle to sleep off a truly exhausting use of her Proto Veela abilities, Harry sat down next to an arrow slit window and attempted to sort out his mind. As he'd expected would be the case, all of his surface thoughts and a good portion of his mind in general was now wide open and accessible to Fleur Delacour, and vice versa with her mind. The best way to describe the soul bond that they'd recently formed was… comprehensive. It linked their minds and souls to each other to an absolutely astonishing degree. Fortunately for the both of them, anything that Harry was containing within the confines of his innermost mind Occlusions, appeared to be safe from the woman's casual perusal.
It wasn't just because Harry was a hyper-independent, commitment-shy and secretive asshole that was making him so relieved about maintaining some level of privacy. It just wouldn't do to be completely incapable of any deceit or obfuscation, especially with a lover. Lies and secrets make the world go round. If you could read a lover like a book to the point that they could never surprise you anymore, you'd soon grow bored of them and seek out something a little more exciting.
Harry Potter never, ever, wanted to be boring.
Across the room, Harry felt Fleur come to understand his line of reasoning, even as she wrapped up a short and rather draining communication spell with some government officials back on Earth.
Of course, as soon as Fleur recognized the fact that she was a little bit tired, she felt Harry channeling a strong current of his magic directly into her magical core through the link that was connecting their bodies, and her face flushed into a healthy pink color for multiple different reasons. A few moments later, when she finally managed to shake off the manic euphoria that was filling her entire mind, she cast a glance across the room towards her newly reunited lover, and returned her thoughts back to the task at hand.
"Ze government of Magical France believes zat you are about to destroy zem all," Fleur summarized in an indifferent tone of voice as she rose to her feet, spell cleaned her body, rewove her hair into yet another extremely elaborate ponytail, and then conjured herself a strappy little sundress. "I 'ave assured my government contacts zat 'ou don't eentend to slaughter zem all like sheep, but only because I could sense ze direction of your plans… I always knew zat 'ou were twisted 'Arry, but I never even eemagined zat 'ou operated so… eendirectly."
"By the end of the year, every politician involved in the development of that weapon will have retired from their position to go live somewhere very, very... remote," Harry confirmed, his tone deceptively casual. "By that point, they'll all be driven to the brink of insanity with fear and paranoia because of the extremely detailed nightmares that they'll be having centered around me torturing them to death."
"When will you enact zis plan of yours," Fleur asked with no signs of judgment in her voice.
"I'll visit the homes of all the heavy hitters over the next couple of days," Harry replied with a sigh. "I'll be using a very powerful and comprehensive course of different espionage spells so you needn't worry that I'll be detected, but I am going to find out who's really involved in this circus act, and then I'm going to react… appropriately,"
This time Fleur only nodded. Harry was enacting his revenge in a very subtle, very cerebral and psychological manner, over a much longer period of time, because he didn't desire to wage a war against France. She understood that. She could respect that.
The bond was allowing Fleur to understand a great deal more about Harry James Potter…
Without ever even thinking about it, Fleur suddenly drifted across the room, straddled her new soul bonded's lap, and then gently combed her fingers through his thick black hair.
"I suppose this is pretty romantic," Harry slowly admitted, as if he was leery about using that word even when it couldn't be denied.
"You'll grow to appreciate eet," Fleur whispered as her mouth drifted down to press into the skin of Harry's neck and shoulder.
This time it was Harry's turn to nod.
"Will 'ou do eet one more time, 'Arry?... She does deserve eet," Fleur breathed out, her body becoming increasingly hot and needy with every second that they were pressed together.
"Let's wake her up, and get her opinion on the matter," Harry replied with a slow and thoughtful nod. "I've been putting Gabrielle through hell both to teach her a lesson regarding consent, and in an attempt to house-break her. Now I can see that performing a soul bond would've been a far more convenient way of achieving both of those objectives."
"Only 'ou can think of a soul bond as convenient, because only 'ou 'ave ze raw magic required to partition away a portion of your mind," Fleur quietly mused. "Under normal circumstances, the two of us would be struggling to remain two distinct eendividuals by now.
"You agreed to form a Soul Bond with me knowing that," Harry pointed out.
Fleur only nodded her head because Harry knew exactly how she felt. That understanding was exactly why it was worth it…
Over the next few moments, Harry moved to stand over the strawberry blonde French maid sleeping in the bed, placed his hand upon her shoulder and then channeled a strong current of magic directly into her body.
With a murmur and a small adorable sigh, Gabrielle's bright lavender eyes slowly cracked open and she smiled. "Are you finally going to take me now, Master?"
"Will you bond with me, Gabrielle," Harry asked in return without any preamble.
"Ye, yes, yes of course I will, right zis very second even eef eet makes me pass out again," Gabrielle stuttered out in a desperately eager tone of voice.
Without a word, Harry began pouring an absurd overabundance of magic down into Gabrielle's body and he stared directly into her eyes. "Form the bond."
"Right away," Gabrielle squeaked out even as her voice became increasingly tri-toned and complex, her blonde hair transformed back into a bright white color, and her purple eyes took on a noticeably luminous glow.
All of the sudden, both Harry and Gabrielle shook and shuddered where they stood/lay and Gabrielle started moaning towards the ceiling in a fit of spiritual completion that only a Proto Veela could fully understand. "My mate! Wizzin me! Eenside of me," she crooned in a manic and blissful tone of voice.
"Inside me as well," Harry offered in return, with his eyes closed and a hand resting over the side of his head. And yes, Gabrielle really was inside of him, where she and Fleur suddenly encountered each other, communed with each other on a spiritual level, and came to understand just how closely they were tied to each other.
By the time the sisters' silent moment came to an end, Fleur had moved across the room to hug Gabrielle tightly, and she was receiving an equally enthusiastic hug in return.
"This will work," Harry slowly breathed out as he reopened his eyes with just the faintest look of residual concentration on his face. "It'll take some getting used to perhaps, but I can already see that we're going to... cohabitate just fine…"
Over the next few seconds, Gabrielle and Fleur locked eyes with each other, reached out to take a hold of Harry's shoulders, drew him down onto his back, and then withdrew to stand at the foot of the bed. Then Fleur was waving her wand over herself to Conjure a skintight pure white casino bunny suit that barely even started to contain the perfect swells of her unbelievably curvy body, and Gabrielle was adding a pair of cat ears to poke out past her lacey little headpiece.
"You've made us yours now, Master," Gabrielle announced, with complete sincerity flowing throughout the bond.
"Yours and only yours, inside and out, forever," Fleur added before biting at her lower lip.
"You've found a way to make a pair of Veela fully cooperate with each other," Gabrielle purred as she eased her knee forward and down into the bed.
"You've tamed a pair of highly sophisticated French elites into nothing more than Potter family fangirls," Fleur cooed as she moved in next to her sister.
"We want your dick," Gabrielle slowly breathed out.
"We want your cum," Fleur added even as she banished Harry's clothes from around his body.
"I still desire to carry your babies as soon as possible," Gabrielle admitted as her right hand sought out Harry's balls so that she could massage them in her palm.
"I'll try to wait a few more years before doing ze same," Fleur mused as she started kissing her way up Harry's inner thighs. "I probably won't succeed…"
"I want 'ou to fuck me like 'ou fucked our mozzer," Gabrielle whimpered.
In an immediate response to Gabrielle's words, Fleur gasped in surprise, sifted through all of Harry's most recent memories in the bond, and then groaned at what she found. "Ee really did eet," she murmured to herself. "Ee rough fucked our mozzer unconscious…"
At first Harry thought about apologizing, but then he sensed through the bond that Fleur considered Harry's actions appropriate under the circumstances, and she was more surprised than she was upset. Then the woman was proving that their newly formed soul bond was going to make his life quite a bit easier, when Fleur blew right passed having to ask about his motives, so that she could immediately conclude that he was a fucking stud…
"'Ou debased and dominated my unbelievably arrogant and condescending mozzer, and zen 'ou fucked 'er eento unconsciousness," Fleur breathed out again. "I'm all but certain zat's never 'appened to Appoline before een 'er whole entire life…"
"Eet was soooo unbelievably sexy," Gabrielle breathed out, her allure billowing out of her body in thick, powerful clouds, her little hands wrapped tightly around the base of Harry's dick and her ultra-soft lips rubbing against the underside of his cockhead. Gabrielle really had been turned on by Harry's treatment of her mother. It had left a very powerful impression upon the girl...
"You Veela really have a unique way of looking at things," Harry pointed out, even as his body temperature rose under the effects of Gabrielle's allure, and he twitched at the slow and intimate kisses that she was planting on the tip of his dick.
"But so do you, 'Arry," Fleur immediately pointed out. "'Ou fucked Appoline eento submission because 'ou were following your eenstincts, exactly like a Veela would. Een doing so, 'ou established yourself as an Alpha not to be trifled with, while at ze same time announcing your eentention to pursue Gabrielle and I as your mates. From a Veela standpoint, what 'ou did to our mozzer was masterfully done, and eet will make both of our lives easier een ze days to come."
"Because your mother's unlikely to oppose your decision to bond with me," Harry concluded.
"Oui, yes, although she would've been a fool to oppose 'ou eizzer way because bonds are permanent unteel death," Gabrielle added.
"Knowing our mozzer, she would've done so anyway merely to test your worthiness," Fleur added.
Fleur's explanation gave Harry pause. "So, if I'd responded to Appoline's antagonism with a normal amount of patience and forebearance…"
"'Ou would've been viewed as weak and unsuitable," Fleur immediately summarized, as she kissed her way up Harry's ultra-defined abdominal muscles towards his chest, and then began nibbling and sucking a vibrant purple hickey into the side of his neck. The woman was acting far more predatory and animalistic than she'd ever allowed herself to appear in the past, but that made sense because the bond made acting normal a complete waste of time. Harry could feel how both her body and her instincts were singing over him, driving her to claim him in every way imaginable. He could also feel the genuine care and devotion that she felt for him as a person and as a lover. Her mate could feel it all, which is why there was no sense in acting otherwise...
Long story short, Fleur Delacour was currently moving like the sublime magical creature that she really was. Her allure was pouring out of her body full of breeding intent even as she slid her impossibly sexy curves along the length of Harry's body in ways targeted to help her seduce, mark, and then mate with the man. She pressed her generous milky smooth breasts flush to Harry's chest so that her abundant cleavage was directly in front of his eyes, and she gyrated her stomach and pelvis against his side so that she could rub her bunny suit covered pussy up and down the length of his thigh. She cooed into his ear and she licked at his lobe, and she ran her hands up and down his body. She fussed at her mate with all of the skill and finesse that a fully focused Veela can bring to bear. Then she smiled in satisfaction when the man's hand dug firmly into the meat of her ass, and his massive cock twitched violently within Gabrielle's hands.
Gabrielle approved as well, and she demonstrated that approval by pressing her slightly parted lips down against Harry's hot and twitching cockhead, spreading her mouth more and more until her cheeks were chimpmunked around his thick and bulbous crown. Then those spread open cheeks were being drawn in and around Harry's cockhead by the suction force that Gabrielle started applying on his cock, to the point that the shape of his crown was visible through the lining of her mouth. She drew in all of the air in her mouth and she licked at the bottom side of Harry's cockhead until the man was groaning in pleasure and she was moaning in return.
"'Ave 'ou sensed 'ow much Gabrielle enjoys 'aving your fat cock filling 'er leetle mouth," Fleur purred directly into Harry's ear. "Gabrielle still 'as much to learn when eet comes to sucking massive Potter dick, but no one can accuse ze girl of having a lack of… enthusiasm…"
Harry didn't respond in words this time, but his hands began combing gently through Gabrielle's silky-smooth hair and his mind was generating a rapidfire stream of different compliments. He focused on how good her tongue felt against his cockhead and how sexy she looked with her little mouth stuffed full of his dick. He channeled his thoughts directly into her mind through the bond so that the younger woman would see her actions from his perspective and understand just how much he appreciated her.
With a small overwhelmed whimper moan mixture, the ethereally beautiful French Maid responded to Harry's appreciation with an explosion of enthusiasm, and she began attempting to shove more and more of his full-sized cock further and further down her throat.
She wasn't going to succeed.
As per the norm, Gabrielle Delacour's smaller body just wasn't made for her to be a truly gifted cocksucker, but once again, the woman's drive and hunger made up for her lack of technical skill. She glucked and she gagged and she hacked and she swallowed so that her lips made a skin tight suctiony seal around Harry's shaft just 3 inches beyond his head. She slurped and she smacked and she moaned in arousal against his skin, and her eyes rolled up into her head whenever she withdrew her mouth back to his cockhead and her cheeks hollowed out to drag against his flesh. Gabrielle Delacour was focused upon her mate's pleasure to the exclusion of all else, and her efforts had thick bolts of pre-cum splashing off of her tonsils on its way down her throat.
Not one to be left out, Fleur suddenly began kissing her way back down the length of Harry's stomach to join her younger sister at his waist, and Harry found his breath hitching in his throat in growing amounts of anticipation. With the possible exception of Nymphadora Tonks, no woman that Harry had ever met in all of his womanizing was able to suck and swallow the full length of his cock with anywhere near the flawless skill and impeccable technique that Fleur Delacour could bring to bear. The woman was a cock-sucking demon, a cum swallowing angel...
Of course, Fleur immediately felt Harry's growing excitement through the Bond, and she smiled up at him as if he'd said something particularly charming. Unfortunately, Gabrielle also noticed the direction of Harry's thoughts, which only served to remind her that her skills just didn't measure up. The two sisters shared a sideways glance with each other, and Gabrielle somehow managed to pout without ever pulling her stretched out little mouth off of Harry's cock.
"Not to worry seester," Fleur encouraged after kissing Gabrielle softly on the temple. "Een time I shall teach 'ou all zere ees to know about extremely well-executed oral sex. Een ze meantime, we will take turns, and I will demonstrate 'ow to make 'Arry's eyes curl eento ze back of 'iis 'ead. We will service our master togezzor. We will pleasure our mate…"
"With a wet and suctiony pop, Gabrielle's mouth reluctantly released the head of Harry's cock, so that she could draw his shaft aside towards her sister with both of her hands wrapped around his base. "We will share zen, and I will learn," she agreed in a sweet little voice, even as she dropped her slightly parted lips down towards Harry's balls.
"My seester ees completely adorable," Fleur breathed out to herself, even as she straddled Harry's left leg, pressed her bunny suited breasts down into his thigh, hefted the last six inches of his dick into both of her hands, and then began kissing his cockhead as if it was the love of her life.
"You're both adorable," Harry corrected while cupping his hands around both of his new bond mates' cheeks. What's more, you've both officially become Potter family property."
As the truth of Harry's words resonated throughout the bond, his cock slowly but surely disappeared into Fleur's slowly descending mouth so that it could be sucked and squeezed within her tightly clenching throat. The woman was aiming to agree with Harry as dramatically as she possibly could, and she intended to finally get herself a stomach full of Potter cum after going far far too long without it. Within just five to ten seconds, Fleur was rapidly bobbing her mouth up and down the entire length of Harry's shaft, so that she could press her O'd out lips down against his base, and bury her nose into his short and curly pubes. She loved the taste of his dick, she was addicted to the scent of his balls, she adored the feeling of having his rock-hard girth stretching out her throat. She hungered to be Harry's obedient little cocksucker again.
Fleur Delacour throated herself on Harry's cock like a woman starved.
Over the next 7-8 minutes, Fleur and Gabrielle swapped Harry's dick back and forth several times, popping his cockhead from one mouth to the other with nary a word spoken or a second lost in their rapidfire bobbing. With Fleur's mental commands and encouragement, Gabrielle finally managed to shove just over half of his cock into her tightly resisting little throat until she was lodged in place exactly like Su Li does and was staring into his eyes with an extremely sexy look of self-pity on her face. Then both Harry and Fleur were fussing over the girl in the bond, showing her how sexy she looked and how good her hot little mouth felt wrapped around his shaft. Of course, not even ten seconds later, when Fleur and Gabrielle swapped places, Fleur's chin was nestled within Harry's goose-egg sized balls and her lips were smooching romantically against the base of his shaft.
"Fleur really ees extraordinarily sexy wiz a throat full of your cock," Gabrielle ruefully admitted as she eased away from Harry's balls, banished away the white bust area of her maid outfit to reveal her fantastically full, gravity defying tits, and then began crawling her way up Harry's body. By the time she managed to kiss her way up the length of Harry's abs and chest, her hands were reverently cupping both sides of her new mate's face as if she were a blind woman trying to memorize his features. In response, Harry's right arm struck out to wrap around the back of her cat-eared head, and he pulled her lips down towards his own with his usual implacable strength. The girl whimpered into his mouth. She keened as her tongue met with his and mingled in eagerly twining circles. She wiggled atop his body in her extreme arousal and she rubbed her pussy against his thigh in an effort to find relief. She was burning up. She'd been kept waiting, wanting, pining for this man's body for so, so very long…
Down at Harry's waist, Fleur's mouth was becoming a rapid blur of motion, slurping and smacking and popping up and down the length of his cock, her lips sealed into such an absurdly tight seal that his flared-out cockhead was stopping them from withdrawing. She pumped her throat down the length of his shaft and then she swallowed over and over again in a rhythmic fashion so that her neck muscles would pull at the man's head. She licked at every inch of shaft that she could reach the entire time she choked herself on his meat, in a desperate bid to finally, finally, get a mouth full of his thick and delicious load.
Both of the Delacour sisters were heating up, and their nearly obsessive desire to milk Harry's seed was making the man' cock throb with much more urgency than he usually allowed. Under normal circumstances, Harry had extreme amounts of control over his body, but that didn't suit the desires of his mates so they were using the bond to tear away at his self-control and the magic that allowed him to have such impressive stamina. They wanted him to cum. They wanted him to cum a lot. They wanted him to cover them in it, both inside and out, and they wanted him to do it now!
"Please cum for us 'Arry," Gabrielle cooed into her mate's messy black hair, as she leaned in to drape her milky smooth and infinitely soft tits across Harry's face. "Cum een our mouths and cover our bodies. Let us bask een your piping 'ot seed. Treat us like ze bitches een 'eat zat we are."
Even as Gabrielle continued to beg and plead for Harry to cum, Fleur bottomed her mouth out on the man's dick, swallowed as rapidly as she could and massaged his balls in both of her hands. Both women worked over their mate in a frenzy of desperate need, with the end result being that Harry was getting closer and closer to cumming with every moment that passed. With a smile and a slow kiss to Harry's lips, Gabrielle moved back down the length of his body to begin licking and sucking at his balls again. There was just no way in hell that she was going to allow her sister to have all of her mate's seed...
While Harry had been quite happy to allow his women to have him exactly how they wanted him up until now, it was officially time that he remind them that he isn't so easily overwhelmed. After withdrawing his thoughts to within his mind Occlusions to keep them private from the girls, Harry performed a small wave of his hand that had both Fleur and Gabrielle floating next to each other in the air, and he laid them out side by side on their backs with their heads hanging backwards off the edge of the bed. Then they were looking up at Harry as he kneeled next to the bed above them, his violently throbbing cock resting atop their upside-down chins and his hands resting atop the perfect globes of their breasts.
Both girls suddenly shivered in increased arousal at the feral look that was growing across their new soul bonded's face. It was hungry. It was predatory...
With an almost animalistic little growl, Harry suddenly cupped Gabrielle's face with both of his hands, pressed his cockhead against her slightly parted lips, and then slowly pushed his dick in and down into her hungrily sucking throat. He stopped when the woman's throat was filled to the full extent of her comfort zone, and then he harshly pinched her right nipple to make her moan around his shaft. Gabrielle did far more than merely that. She convulsed in an instant spike of enormous arousal and twined three fingers deep within her pussy so that she could finger fuck the living hell out of herself. The young proto veela was unbelievably turned on by Harry's rough treatment. She was a Masochistic little bitch, just like her mother.
Harry made sure to convey through the bond that Gabrielle was an amazingly talented little cocksleeve, before he suddenly forced another three inches of his cock even deeper down the woman's tightly resisting throat. Gabrielle's gullet instantly spasmed against his dick. He didn't stop. She gurgled messily as her free hand pawed weakly at his thighs. He didn't care. He thrust his cock further down into her esophagus, began releasing a thick current of powerful magic into both of the woman's nipples, and then gave her throat three more lazy pumps as if her discomfort meant absolutely nothing to him.
And it worked.
Gabrielle's entire body suddenly convulsed into an unbelievably intense orgasm as Harry Potter cruelly raped her throat. She gushed pussy juices all over the hem of her maid uniform and she rubbed her thighs together as if she simply couldn't control herself. She squirmed and her eyes grew glossy as her mouth was fucked and her newly sensitive tits were tightly squeezed in her mate's large and manly hands. She moaned long and loud like a drug-addled whore, causing her windpipe to vibrate around the dick in her mouth, and she empathically thanked her master for making use of her over and over and over again.
Then Harry was slowly withdrawing his cock from within the newly limp cat-eared maid so that he could repeat the performance with the casino bunny girl on her right-hand side. By the time Harry's cockhead was moving in towards Fleur's lips, her mouth was opening wide and she was leaning her head even further back to open her airway as much as humanly possible. Sure enough, Harry's fat girthy dick filled Fleur's throat completely to capacity, as he hilted his cock in her mouth and draped his heavy hanging balls all over her nose, eyes, and forehead. After pressing the base of his shaft flush to Fleur's lips, he smiled down at the massive dick shaped lump stretching the casino bunny's throat to capacity, and he projected that image directly into her mind.
As it turns out, getting Fleur off was even easier than it was with Gabrielle.
In response to having her sexual degradation kink mix perfectly with her nearly obsessive love affair with sucking on Harry's fat fucking cock, Fleur's bunny suit covered pussy almost immediately started leaking a torrent of femcum all over the sheets of the bed, and the woman moaned loudly over every inch of her lover's shaft. She slapped the bed in spastic and jerky movements as her orgasmic pussy clenched over nothing but empty air and goosebumps covered her newly flushed pink skin. She twitched, she gurgled, she whimpered and moaned. She ripped the top of her bunny suit down to her ribs to reveal the mountainous expanse of her absurdly perfect titflesh. She stared up at the length of Harry's glorious cock as it spread open her esophagus to leak pre-cum directly into her stomach. She reveled over being used, over being objectified, over being facefucked by her mate. She loved it, she loved him. She'd missed this, she'd missed him…
Gods and Goddesses, she'd missed him...
For the entire duration of Fleur's ridiculously prolonged orgasm, Harry slowly fucked her mouth in long, deep, full-dicked thrusts that had her flopping around on the bed like a fish out of water and soaking the crotch of her bunny suit to the point that it was see-through. Then he slowly pulled his cock from within her newly slack jawed mouth, slapped it against her cheeks, first her right and then her left, and then he drew his cock to the right where Gabrielle was waiting.
For the next few minutes, Harry thrust his cock down into both of his new soul bondeds' mouths, fucking their throats like they were pussies for a fraction of a minute each, before pulling back out again and alternating to the other sister. The whole entire time, he squeezed and groped their big, beautiful tits, tweaked their little nipples and ran currents of powerful magic directly into their nervous systems that had them twitching and squirming on the bed. Then he was just seconds away from cumming, his cock was scrubbing the tightly clenching walls of Gabrielle's throat, and both girls were begging him to start feeding them a protein heavy diet…
And that was enough…
With a loud and immensely satisfied grunt, Harry started unleashing his first massive load directly into Gabrielle's throat, stretching her esophagus around his seed before the woman started desperately swallowing. She tried, Gods help her, she tried to drink his ultra-thick and voluminous nut, but she was nowhere near fast enough. Only ten seconds after the beginning of his climax, the cum that Harry was releasing was back-flowing up and into her mouth, and he was popping his cock out from within her tightly sealed, desperately resisting lips, in order to paint her face, neck and tits a brilliant pearly white.
When Gabrielle's sexy little body was transformed into cum covered perfection, Harry immediately aimed his continuously cumming cock to the left to do the exact same thing to Fleur's newly uncovered tits. For over a dozen cumshots in a row, Harry focused his entire attention on basting the woman's big, beautiful twin milky white globes, with their cute little pink nipples, in an extremely thick layer of seed, before aiming downwards to do the same thing to her stunningly gorgeous face. Finally, as a last act in what was becoming a climax for the ages, Harry thrust his cock balls deep within Fleur's eagerly welcoming throat, and filled her stomach with the last 15 seconds of his load. His testicles spasmed and twitched against Fleur's upper face, causing the Veela to squeal her excitement against his cock and massage his balls against her nose and eyes with desperate but gentle hands.
Harry didn't stop cumming down Fleur Delacour's throat until his orgasm finally came to an end, and by some miracle of slut magic, her stomach didn't look even the slightest bit bloated. Both girls looked completely radiant, as always, as if sex and cum were the figurative apple a day that keeps the doctor away.
"Your sex," Fleur corrected, as for the moment, Harry had returned his thoughts back to his outer mind.
"Your cum," Gabrielle added.
"Eet's all we really need," both girls whispered together, as they began cleaning Harry's seed off of each other's bodies with their hands, lips and tongues, making a huge spectacle of licking and sucking on each other's tits purely for his enjoyment.
"Then the both of you are going to be very, very healthy from now on," Harry breathed out with his cock waving in the air in front of him. Having two girls make out while devouring his seed off of each other was always an especially sexy moment. Having two Veela sisters do it with each other was an image that Harry didn't think he'd ever grow tired of…
He was hard. He was rock fucking hard…
"Zat was eencredible, but I still want to get ze same treatment as my mozzer," Gabrielle repeated as she licked the last of Harry's cum from Fleur's cheek and then turned to regard her master with hungry violet eyes.
"Obedient little sluts like you shouldn't be making demands of me," Harry idly replied to Gabrielle as he stalked across the bed towards its headboard and then waved a hand that caused Fleur's bunny suited body to float in his direction. By the time Harry was resting his back against a stack of pillows along the headboard, Fleur was straddling his lap, and he was cupping her face so that he could stare into her eyes. He didn't miss the moment when she shivered and bit her bottom lip at the intensity of his expression.
"Earlier today," Harry quietly began. "Fleur here, decided to sacrifice her life for mine… I wouldn't have been seriously injured by any of the curse magic that passively came off of that weapon, but I might have taken injury if the weapon was fully activated and used against me. I will never condone you putting your life at risk for mine, but I do appreciate the fact that you care about me…"
"Love 'ou…" Fleur instantly corrected even as a red flush swiftly grew across her face.
Nobody in the room was unaware of how Fleur felt, or for that matter how Harry and Gabrielle felt. They all knew. With Harry's mind acting as the hub that connected the two ladies, Harry, Fleur and Gabrielle were sharing what amounted to a three-way bond, and the level of sharing was immense. Still… Saying the "L" word out loud had felt both important and just a little bit embarrassing to Fleur.
It was adorable…
In the moments that followed, Harry pressed a soft but possessive kiss on Fleur that had her sighing into his mouth and gyrating her little belly against his persistently hard cock in small, mostly unconscious movements.
"Yes… You love me, you really, really do…" Harry agreed with a slow but confident nod. "Well, as it turns out, I've loved you since we were just kids, so I think there's only one really appropriate way to respond to our current situation… I'm going to have to make you my Lady Potter…"
Immediately after those words left Harry's mouth, all of the air in Fleur's lungs vacated her body in the form of a long and high-pitched whimper, and both her arms and legs tightened around his body as if she was a boa constrictor. "'Arry, 'Arry… Yes… Gods and Goddesses yes!"
Turning to regard Gabrielle over Fleur's newly trembling shoulder, Harry replied to the woman's increasingly complicated happy/jealous expression with a very stern and authoritative look of his own. "Now you listen to me, Gabrielle Delacour. You are going to make me the next Delacour head, and then I'm going to strengthen your family line merely by having my way with your sexy little body over and over and over again... Do you understand me?" Harry was very careful not to pose this newest marriage proposal the least bit romantically, or even as a question. His words were an order, and one that he fully expected the younger Veela to obey.
Gabrielle immediately shivered from her head to her toes, her eyes grew hooded, her mouth parted open, and her allure positively exploded out of her body. The woman had liked that. She'd really, really liked that, and that much was made obvious a second later when the cat-eared maid started crawling in Harry's direction. Twin pools of unshed tears were growing in the bottom corners of her eyes, her face was flushed, and her breathing was growing increasingly irregular. "Yes Master. I will obey, Master," She panted out as she climbed Fleur's back to deliver an unbelievably hungry series of kisses onto Harry's face, neck and shoulder.
For several moments in a row, Harry allowed himself to just enjoy Fleur kissing and nibbling on his right shoulder, neck, jaw and mouth from her spot on his lap, as Gabrielle likewise peppered his other side with kisses from over her sister's left shoulder. Then he ran his hand down the back of Fleur's bunny suit, and she twitched slightly when she suddenly felt a waft of cool tower air against her soaking wet little pussy. Fleur's bunny suit was now crotchless, as it should've been from the beginning.
"I plan on rewarding your elder sister for trying to save my life, so how about you help her mount and ride my cock," Harry suggested to Gabrielle, in a tone that made it clear he wasn't really asking.
"It will be done… Master," Gabrielle whimpered in a tortured little voice. In the bond it was clear that Gabrielle was at her wits end with having Harry fuck other women directly in front of her. She was burning up, she was dying with lust, her willpower was fraying at the seams.
Inside the privacy of his Mind occlusions, Harry was extremely pleased with himself. Outwardly, he merely gave Gabrielle a knowing look as he gently ran his hand down her cheek to her chin so that he could suddenly tighten his grip around her swan-like little neck. "Gabrielle Delacour," he whispered in a very cool and authoritative tone of voice. "When… and under what circumstances I fuck you… is... and always will be... my choice... Remember that the next time you try to control me with those Proto Veela suggestion powers of yours…"
And that was the moment when Gabrielle Delacour finally sensed the true motives behind Harry's actions since the day that she became his maid. Every second of the completely hellish week of non-stop teasing that she'd just been subjected to, had been orchestrated by Harry down to the second, in punishment for how she force Apparated him to Muggle London, and attempted to turn him into nothing more than a sex slave. He'd forced her to watch as he fucked over a dozen different women until they could barely walk, and then he'd forced her to take photos as he rough-fucked her mother unconscious, all with the specific objective that she would slowly but surely lose her Godsdamned mind with relentlessly intensifying lust...
Goosebumps and a red-hot flush immediately grew across Gabrielle's whole entire body as she realized just how thoroughly and effectively she'd been broken in by her new Master... She was obedient. She was servile. She was dripping pussy juices all over the bed. "It will be done, Master," Gabrielle bleated out again in a manic, breathy voice. Then her arms immediately tightened around Fleur's slim little waist to lift her high above Harry's lap so that she could press the woman's twitching, trembling pussylips down against the flared-out head of his cock.
"Hohhmygaawwwds fiiinally," Fleur moaned out, as her shaky, lust weakened legs completely gave out on her, allowing Gabrielle to slowly impale her virgin tight pussy down around the thick dome of Harry's cockhead like a red-hot sucking sleeve. Then she was sinking down on the man's dick even faster than Gabrielle was forcing her to, as her Veela constitution caused her pussymeat and core muscles to seize upon her mate's cock and pull him balls deep within her core with the suction power of a vacuum.
Leaning back, Harry sucked one of Fleur's fantastically sexy breasts into his mouth, licking and biting at the sensitive little nub of her nipple, as the woman's "A" grade, overachiever pussy clenched and trembled all around his cock. On Fleur's other side, Gabrielle was rubbing at the dick dent that was growing within her sister's little tummy and pinching at the nipple that wasn't currently in Harry's mouth.
In her current state of extreme overstimulation, Fleur gasped and she moaned and her allure exploded out to completely enfold Harry like a cocoon made of pure mating intent. Then her heart shaped ass was finally slapping down against Harry's upper thighs, her pussylips were squeezing the base of his gigantic dick like a vice, and her eyelids were fluttering shut over vacant, unseeing eyes. "HohhGods and Goddesses yessss," she slurred out as an explosion of paralyzing orgasms caused her asscheeks and thighs to shudder dramatically and her overwhelmed little pussy to violently squirm around every inch of Harry's deeply embedded cock. "I missed zis so damned much," she whimpered as she kissed and nibbled at Harry's neck, jaw and shoulder. "I missed zis body… I missed zis dick… I missed 'aving 'ou womb deep eenside of me, taking me, fucking me, mating me…"
Harry only nodded, allowing the bond to convey a sense of profound relief that he hadn't even allowed himself to feel until then. He'd missed Fleur. That much was obvious, but he hadn't allowed himself to really feel the intensity of it until now. The bond was useful. What emotions needed to be shared between the two of them, were shared, as Harry slipped the palms of his hands up under the bikini-esque bottoms of Fleur's cotton tailed ass to cup both of her astonishingly perfect asscheeks, and began lifting her pussy back up the length of his cock. Then they froze in place as Fleur's pussy slammed shut around his dick, refusing to give up even an inch of his shaft as it massaged and milked his cockhead deep within her womb. A few moments later, he tried again with quite a bit more force, and he dragged his flared-out crown through layer after clenching layer of soaking wet, piping hot, tightly wringing pussy meat, until he finally had just the tip of his cock spreading apart her lips.
Harry and Fleur locked eyes. They both knew what was coming. What they didn't expect was for Gabrielle to suddenly grab a hold of both of Fleur's thighs to force her pussy back down the length of Harry's dick in one fast paced womb thumping shove!
Fleur's mouth immediately exploded open in a tongue lolling "O" and her pussy sprayed femcum all over Harry's cock and balls like a fountain. In the seconds that followed, Fleur moaned like a completely ecstatic whore and Harry groaned his pleasure into Gabrielle's possessively kissing little mouth. The younger woman was draped over her newly orgasmic sister's shoulder to plunder Harry's mouth with lips and tongue in eager little sweeps.
Of course, after allowing Gabrielle her moment of mischievous triumph, Harry summoned four different teasing water charms to churn against/inside of the shortstack's pussy, asshole and nipples, in order to hold her at the very peak of orgasm until he said otherwise. In the bond, Harry could sense that the cat-eared maid knew very well that she was being naughty, but that she was losing her ability to watch him fuck from the sidelines. Well now she'd have bigger fish to fry than playing pranks on her elder sister. Her body was about to go completely fucking haywire over an endless series of persistently denied orgasms…
The smile that Harry gave Gabrielle when she caught on to his intentions was distinctly evil, but since that was one of the things she loved about him, her arousal only grew in response. Soon enough the short but outrageously stacked white-haired Veela was squirming all over the bed on her back and was trying to touch herself through the water. The water didn't let her. That would be cheating...
After dealing with Gabrielle in an appropriate manner, Harry began lifting Fleur back up the length of his cock. He was just in time for her to finally return from her newest super intense orgasm and start groping at his chest as if it were a lifeline of some kind. "'Arry, oh Gods mon amour, my love," she breathed out as she flexed her trembling thighs to rise up in his lap, drew her mate's face deep between the silky-smooth globes of her breasts, and then scrubbed her pussy back down the length of his cock with as much finesse as she could.
Not much at all as it turns out...
Once again, Fleur's asscheeks rippled beautifully against Harry's thighs as her legs completely gave out on her. Once again Fleur and Harry moaned against each other's bodies, but this time, Fleur refused to stop. She forced her legs to cooperate as she rose back up and began riding her mate's dick in earnest. Fleur gyrated her belly and hips against his lap to make her movements look as sexy as possible, and she rubbed a hand up and down the bulge that Harry's cock was creating just above her navel. Next, she cupped her mate's face with her free hand, and bit her bottom lip as she stared deep into his eyes. Finally, she licked his cheek and jaw like a wild animal would and nibbled on his earlobe as she moaned whorishly into his ear.
Fleur rode Harry's dick both hard and fast like an animal in heat, which was appropriate because she was a Veela fucking her mate. She wanted to make him moan. She wanted to feel his piping hot cum filling her to the brim. She wanted to spoil her man completely rotten...
With every single bounce that Fleur performed on his dick, Harry used a mixture of his instincts, his magic and the soul bond that they shared, to move in such a way that she immediately saw stars and creamed all over his balls. He poured out all the stops, channeled powerful magic directly into her nipples, clit and womb, and he held her body as tightly as her most possessive instincts demanded of him. It was no surprise to either of them when the casino bunny currently impaling herself on his cock suddenly started cumming her fucking brains out again and shaking like a leaf in a tornado.
No. That wasn't the surprise. The surprise that ended up heightening Fleur's orgasm to cataclysmic proportions, was the moment when Harry allowed himself to start cumming right along with her, and a fantastically thick and powerful blast of boiling hot seed started swelling her womb around the head of his cock.
"Gods oh Gods. 'Arry! 'Arry! Seeding me! Your swelling my womb with your seed," Fleur screamed directly into the flesh of her mate's shoulder, as her arms and legs tightened like iron bands around his back, her thighs pressed upwards against his sides to insistently root her pussylips down around the base of his shaft, and her pussymeat tightened into a perfect sucking seal. She knew. She knew for a fact that Harry wasn't rendering the geyser of seed that was filling her deepest most fertile depths inert. Whatever contraception they used from now on would be entirely up to her, but it would have to be powerful because he was an extraordinarily virile man. This knowledge immediately caused Fleur's heart to jackhammer within her chest, her breasts to bounce dramatically over her desperately heaving lungs, and her fuck drunk eyes to roll up into her head.
The orgasm that followed was transcendental, it was cosmic, it was heavenly…
Harry used Fleur's near out of body experience to quickly change their positions and then he just kept on fucking her. He never had to stop when she was full of his cum because her slut magic wouldn't allow any of his semen to go to waste. No. Instead, her unbelievably versatile little womb didn't leak a single drop of his seed, her belly kicked and expanded only briefly before returning back to normal, and her pussy rippled and squeezed as if begging him for more. Likewise, Harry never grew the least bit soft when his orgasm came to an end, and he never stopped thrusting his cock up into his mate. Instead, Harry pushed and turned Fleur over until she was laying flat on her belly, thrust his cock back into her pussy from above and was prone boning the woman down into the mattress by the time her mind returned back to the here and now.
And that's around the moment when Fleur Delacour went buck fucking wild. She moaned long and loud down into the mattress, started humping her beautiful heart shaped ass back up at Harry's cock, and she begged him to fucking knock her up.
"Yes, yesss mon amour, seed me again and again and again! Breed your slutty leetle Veela bunny girl! Make ze potions I take worthless een ze face of your virility," Fleur slurred into the sheets as she reached down between her thighs to massage Harry's violently churning balls.
In response to Fleur's newly frenzied thoughts, words and actions, Harry loomed down over the Veela's red flushed and sweat-shined body, bit a nice little hickey into the side of her neck, and then whispered directly into her ear. "Every single Godsdamned day until we're old and grey and sick of each other."
"Never ever sick of 'ou… love 'ou so much," Fleur whimpered, her tone delirious from both pleasure and the wild completion that having a womb-full of seed was causing her.
With an irrepressible smile growing across his face, Harry planked his body on one arm, swatted Fleur's super sexy cottontailed ass into a mesmerizing series of little ripples and then slammed his cock down into her pussy in triple time. The woman wanted his cum. The woman was going to get it.
For the next twenty plus minutes, Harry fucked and then came inside of Fleur with her flat on her stomach, then on her side with a leg raised up over his shoulder, and then in a classic missionary position. At the moment, Fleur was riding Harry's cock in reverse-cowgirl, straddling his waist with her hands on his thighs, and he was letting her use the last of her stamina to get more of what she needed from him. For the first time ever, Fleur's tummy just above her womb was just a little bit swollen with cum, but her pussy was still a perfect seal that straight up refused to give up his seed.
"I die 'Arry," Fleur panted out in a ludicrously sloppy little voice as she rapidly humped her big beautiful butt down against Harry's waist over and over again. "I cum and I cum and I cum 'Arry... Oh Gods! Mon amour, please seed me one more time! My pussy, eet melts, my mind, eet breaks! I love 'ou 'Arry, I need your cum! Please, please fill me just one more ti… Hoohhhhhhhgawwwwds and gaaawwwwdesssssessss yessss!
With one last growl of extreme satisfaction, Harry had just begun releasing yet another freshly cooked explosion of cum, hosing down Fleur's womb with more and more of his seed. He slapped his hands down onto Fleur's ass, he pulled her pussy flush to his balls with all of his strength, and he came. He came hard.
And that's when it happened.
Harry's supermassive cumloads finally, finally filled Fleur's pussy beyond the abilities of her slut magic to contain it all, and it started exploding out from within her unbelievably creampied cunt to spill all over her inner thighs and ass.
Then the woman was popping her pussy up off of Harry's cock as if she'd been electrocuted, was turning around in midair, and was dropping down onto Harry's dick with her wide-open mouth ready to receive. After just a single cumshot was launched out into empty air, Fleur's lips were engulfing his cockhead and she was pushing her mouth further and further down his shaft to drain the last of his cumload directly into her stomach. She stared up into his eyes the whole entire time she sucked and she swallowed and she milked the seed out of his shaft. She blinked blearily in a mixture of euphoric bliss and a powerful sexual completion that was stealing away her stamina at a rapid rate.
A full minute later, when Harry's orgasm finally came to an end, Fleur's exhaustion finally won out. She passed the hell out right then and there, with her orgasmically vacant eyes wide open and Harry's persistently hard cock lodged firmly down her throat.
It was adorable…
With quick but gentle movements, Harry lifted Fleur's lips away from his balls, pulling his cock from her windpipe in the process, and then he drew her limp and languid body onto a relatively clean side of the bed.
Over the seconds that followed Fleur's loss of consciousness, Harry's face transformed into an emotionless mask, as he turned around to regard the cat-eared maid on the other side of the bed.
Harry knew…
He knew very well that Gabrielle just piggybacked within her sister's mind to experience some of the fucking that they were doing. He knew very well when and exactly how she failed to wait her turn… The fact that she had four separate water teasing spells operating on/within most of her erogenous zones was completely irrelevant.
"You're a very naughty girl," Harry pointed out as he kneeled on the bed, flipped Gabrielle's wiggling body onto her stomach, pulled her ass up until she was on all fours, lifted her skirts well up the length of her back, and then hotdogged his cock between the woman's fantastically sexy bubble butt.
"I'm... your… naughty… girl…" Gabrielle panted out in return, as she completed a look back over her left shoulder, waved her ass up in the air, and licked her lips in a way that she knew he found sexy.
"You're going to receive a punishment," Harry pointed out as if such were only common sense under the circumstances.
"Whatever... my Master... desires of me," Gabrielle tried to purr even though she was panting for air and red in the face. Along with her words, the French maid shakily reached back with both of her hands to spread apart her amazingly round asscheeks and reveal both of her preternaturally attractive and fuckable little holes. Both her pussy and her asshole were immaculate, tiny and cute, and they were being teased to the very peak of orgasm by an endlessly churning mass of semi-solid water. "Whatever my Master desires of me," Gabrielle repeated, bottomless need and extreme desperation leaking from her every word.
With a wave of his arm, Harry created a barrier spell to wrap Fleur in a cocoon that would keep her from being seen or jostled over the next few minutes. Then he grabbed Gabrielle around the waist and Apparated all three of them to the portal clearing leading back to Earth, through the portal and then to a gangster infested dive-bar in downtown Muggle London. All of the sudden, Harry and Gabrielle were kneeling on top of an in use pool-table in the middle of a heavily occupied bar, but other than that, their relative positions hadn't changed. Gabrielle's face was pressed down against the green felt of the pool-table because her hands were still pulling her asscheeks apart, and Harry's cock was still laying heavily between her cheeks.
In an immediate reaction to Harry and Gabrielle's instantaneous appearance in the middle of the room, and how their bodies scattered aside all of the balls from the in-progress game of pool that was happening on the table, a half a dozen rough looking men and just as many scantily clad women backpedaled away. The scattered yells of alarm that these people made only served to catch the attention of the 90 plus other men and women that were milling around in the bar, and all of them turned to look in Harry and Gabrielle's direction. Their mouths immediately dropped open at what they saw…
Harry Potter was an amazingly fit, magnetic and attractive man, with features that were perfected and optimized to the point that he had some of the most beautiful and capable women on the face of the planet willing to share both him and his bed. He was sexy…
Harry was also as naked as the day he was born.
Calling Gabrielle beautiful couldn't even begin to explain the full impact of her looks upon everyone who saw her. She had a perfectly sculpted heart shaped face, glossy platinum-white hair, crystal clear and luminous skin, absolutely stunning and soulful lavender eyes, and fantastically dramatic curves that were made even more impressive because of her shorter than average height. Gabrielle Delacour was a Goddess on Earth, a siren that could lead armies of men to their doom…
Gabrielle's skimpy little French maid uniform with its bust area completely removed somehow made her seem even more naked than Harry…
One way or another, everyone in the room was attracted to what they were looking at… and that was before Gabrielle's extraordinarily powerful allure suddenly slammed into them with all the power of a tidal wave. Dozens of panties all around the room were immediately soaked right through with pussy juices. Cocks grew hard. The level of lust throughout the room skyrocketed, and the bargoers began sidling closer and closer to the overtly sexual people kneeling on top of the pool table.
Then the bargoers couldn't approach any closer than a few meters around the pool table and some of the intensity of the allure ebbed away from their minds. Harry had erected a circular barrier spell around himself and Gabrielle, even as he drew Fleur's cocoon barrier up towards the ceiling. This barrier had the added benefit of protecting the minds of the Muggles around the room, which would prevent Gabrielle's allure from turning them all into out of control rapey zombies. Instead, the crowd of drunk or drinking people, gathered around the pool table and stared at the two naked people with awe struck looks on their faces.
"Look ... Just fucking look at how unbelievably sexy she is," one man whispered as if his inner monolog had suddenly failed him.
"Yeah, but she also looks like a total slut," the woman at the man's side pointed out in a scathing tone of voice.
In the split second that followed the woman's jealous and spiteful words, Gabrielle winced as a dull slapping sound came from her newly wobbling asscheek, and then the word SLUT appeared in the place where she'd just received an invisible slap.
Everyone in the room murmured in surprise.
Within the confines of his Mind Occlusions, Harry was amused… In the moments since he and Gabrielle first arrived in the room, he'd been busy casting several different spells. One of the spells would keep their bodies from taking any damage when they inevitably became quite physical on top of the hard and unyielding pool table. Another spell that he'd cast was a wide AOE calming spell that would temporarily make everyone in the room just accept the existence of magic without freaking out. The third spell that he'd cast would make any derogatory or debasing words that anyone said about Gabrielle cause a slapping sensation against her ass, and leave behind the word written on her skin. Now Harry was merely leaning back to view his cock resting atop Gabrielle's amazing attractive ass, and the word SLUT written across her newly pink right asscheek.
"She's a whore," a second man added as he leaned in to test out a theory… Then an inky black WHORE slapped itself onto Gabrielle's left thigh and a very amused smile grew across his face.
Gabrielle Delacour," Harry began in a very loud and clear tone of voice. "What is it exactly that you want from me?... Say it very clearly for everyone to hear."
At no time that the two of them had been kneeling in front of just a little under a hundred random strangers had Gabrielle even considered removing her hands from where they were spreading her asscheeks apart. She rested right where she was with her holes presented up in the air, and her cheek pressed down into the table, because the bond was allowing her to sense exactly what her Master expected of her. Now she looked back over her shoulder to scan the audience standing all around them, and she drew in a very, very deep breath.
"I want to obey my Master's every order," Gabrielle loudly called out with no shame whatsoever in her voice. "I want to wrap my tits around his majestic fucking dick, as I kiss and lick at 'iis cock-'ead! I want to suffocate and see stars as my Master ruthlessly fucks my throat! I want to be covered top to bottom een my Master's wonderful sticky cum! I want to bask een eet, I want to bathe een eet! I want eet to seenk eento my skin until I smell like eet at all times of ze day! I want my Master to fill all of my 'oles with 'iis cock and 'iis cum! I want my Master to fuck me senseless until my eyes swim and my mouth 'angs open! I want my master to eenflate my womb around 'iis seed just like 'ee did my mozzer! I want my Master to mate me, right 'ere, right now, over and over again, until eet works and I'm knocked the fuck up!"
"Holy hell, the woman's a freak," a drunk middle-aged guy near the bar finally slurred out into the sudden deafening silence.
The word freak immediately adorned Gabrielle's left ass cheek, along with a dull red hand print.
"Yeah. How does such a loose cunt have such a pretty little pussy," a woman called out from the other side of the room.
Gabrielle shook twice this time as the words LOOSE and CUNT were slapped against her right thigh and ass cheek.
Over the next minute or two, the words FILTHY, SKANK, HOLE, DIRTY, BITCH, SWINE, FISHY, HOE, SLAG, TWAT, BINT, CHEAP, SKAG, TOILET, PIG, NYMPHO, CUMDUMP, COW, SCRUBBER, HOOKER and PROSTITUTE were slapped onto Gabrielle's ass, thighs, and lower back, and her overwrought little pussy shivered and leaked pussy juices in increasing amounts of arousal the whole entire time. Then and only then, when Gabrielle was panting like a racehorse and shaking from head to toe, did Harry press the head of his cock against her pretty little rosebud of an asshole, and clap his hands down upon her cherry colored buttcheeks. "So you see, Gabrielle," he loudly called out for everyone to hear. "You really are just a masochistic little cock sleeve that's good for nothing but leaking my seed from your every hole…"
"Yes! Oui! Gods yes, Master," Gabrielle moaned out as Harry's every word made her ass cheeks shudder this way and that, and she tried to hump her asshole back against his cock. "Abuse me! Prove these people right! Je suis ta pute! Fais moi soumettre! Dominate my body!"
"You want it, you got it," Harry growled out as he cupped Gabrielle's hips in a nearly bruising grip, and started pressing his newly spell-lubed dick against the clenching ring of her asshole. He bore down over the woman as he flexed his thighs and applied more pressure, and the cat-eared maid, warbled and whimpered as her body didn't know what to make of it. The pressure grew and grew, and Gabrielle shook and shivered as if she was about to have a seizure, before a dull popping noise announced the moment when Harry's flared-out bulbous cockhead disappeared within her desperately clenching asshole.
In the seconds that followed, Harry began releasing hundreds of healing charms into Gabrielle's body, and he Banished the teasing water charm from within her ass so that he could replace it with the full length of his massive oiled up dick. Then he smiled an evil little smile and slapped the maid's right ass cheek when she started moaning like a mind-broken little fuck-toy, slapping and kicking the pool table beneath her body and staring back at him with a wild expression of manic gratitude on her face.
"'Arrrriiieee, Ohhh Gawwwds Maaaaaster, you're a brute, you're a barbarian, you're breaking my bodyyyy," Gabrielle moaned loud enough to echo all across the bar. Then, as more dick was pressed inside of her ass, her continually water teased pussy spilled a wave of femcum all over the pool table, her asscheeks and thighs shook like they were being electrocuted and her back arched like a bow.
At the same time, a lot of Harry's focus was going towards concealing just how fucking outstanding Gabrielle's hot little asshole felt as it's silky-smooth walls clenched and rippled around his slowly sinking cock. He micro-twitched and huffed out a deep focused breath, as the proto Veela bent over at his waist waved her ass back and forth like a cat, and the visual impact of her movements had his balls throbbing between his legs. It just wouldn't do to let on just how fucking good Gabrielle's sex was just yet. Right now, it was far more important to objectify and degrade the woman to get her masochism kink running at full speed. With that thought in mind, Harry suddenly growled out that Gabrielle was nothing but a cumrag, the word slapped itself onto her asscheek along with the rest of them, and the cat-eared maid shivered from head to toe.
Even though Gabrielle's mind was already experiencing a haze of fuck-drunk euphoria because her Master was finally, finally filling her holes with his unbelievably pleasurable dick, her response to the cruel names that she was being called was to wrap her hands around the back of Harry's thighs and bodily heave his waist towards her own. Then, after another four or five seconds of desperate grinding, humping and straining, her Master's big fat beautiful cock was finally completely hilted within her asshole, causing his heavy hanging balls to slap down against her clit… and her entire body went fucking haywire.
For the next twenty seconds, Harry dropped his weight onto his hands atop Gabrielle's hips because the woman was flopping around and humping herself back at his cock with such desperate enthusiasm and uncoordinated energy that he was in danger of being thrown off. His dick made obscene little fwopping sounds as it was slammed deep into her asshole and was drawn back out again at a rapid rate, as the woman bucking on his cock proved herself to be both a glutton for punishment and an insatiable anal queen. "So fuuuuucking gooood," Harry growled out by accident when he just couldn't help himself, but then the ecstatic series of moans that Gabrielle gave him in reply made his momentary loss of self-control worth it.
At this point Gabrielle's mouth was dropping open into a wide and slutty O, her eyes were rolling up into her head, and her pussy was spilling juices all over her Master's balls and inner thighs. She shook, she shivered, goosebumps covered her thighs and back, and her allure slammed against the barrier that Harry was maintaining as it exploded out of her body. In her current state of blissful submission and overwhelmed arousal, every nerve within Gabrielle's entire body was lit up like a Christmas tree, but because she was a Veela, she never even paused the frenzied humping of her ass. She was taking her mate's dick deep into her body. She was going to drain his seed!
When Gabrielle's newest orgasm was almost at an end, Harry suddenly grabbed the woman by the shoulders, pulled her back flush against his chest, and then sat down on the pool table with his calves hanging off of the edge. Then, after banishing her maid outfit right off of her body, he planted Gabrielle's white stockinged feet on the top of the pool table's side rail, widened her legs so that her dripping little pussy was showcased for everyone in the room to see, grabbed up her perfect luscious tits in both of his hands, and growled into her ear. "Show everyone how a good little cockwarmer like you rides a massive dick. Show everyone in this bar how a well behaved little analslut milks her Master's cock."
Even as she shook in response to the 2 new insults that were slapped onto both of her asscheeks, Gabrielle immediately moved to obey her Master's command. After raising an arm behind her head to run her fingers lovingly through Harry's thick black hair and laying her head back on his shoulder to kiss his jaw and ear and neck, she gyrated her ass up and down on his lap slowly and erotically. Within just a few seconds, she was fwopping and plapping her asshole up and down the length of the man's dick and slapping her asscheeks down against his thighs.
Now that she wasn't wearing her maid outfit anymore, an obscenely noticeable dick dent was forming in her tummy whenever she bottomed out on Harry's cock, and she massaged it as if she was trying to jerk him off through the lining of her stomach. Her hairless and immaculate little pussy with its virginal little lips glistened in the bar lighting as it sprayed pussy juices with every fresh orgasm that washed over her body. Her femcum spilled all over Harry's balls and the side railing of the pool table, and then pooled on the floor when she just didn't stop. She rode her Master slowly at first and then much faster over time, until finally she was humping her ass up and down his cock like a madwoman, and was bleating her pleasure towards the ceiling like a barnyard animal.
With both of Gabrielle's huge fucking tits spilling out from within the palms of his hands and her nipples pinched within his middle and index fingers, Harry channeled powerful magic directly into his lover's body from every point of contact that they had. Magic poured into the frantically riding woman through her asshole into her G-spot, her nipples into her core, and everywhere in between, as Harry sought to render Gabrielle's body into an overstimulated bundle of nerves.
and it worked…
"Master, Maaaster! Je suis ton esclave anal Maaaaster." Gabrielle yelled towards the ceiling as her legs violently trembled in orgasm to the point that she collapsed down against his lap and her desperately clenching asshole strangled the length of his cock. Then the woman was reduced to grinding the soft and round globes of her ass down hard against Harry's thighs as she didn't have the leg strength to lift herself up anymore and her head was lolling back to rest across her lover's right shoulder. "Master, I cum again and again and again, and I juuuust can't anymore, oooohhhhhhh Gawwwds your diiick eees bliiisss! Please fill me! Please, please cum deep eenside of meeeoohhh Gaaaawwwwwds!"
By the time Gabrielle finished begging to receive Harry's cum, she was getting exactly what she wanted. Harry had relaxed his control over his climax, and he was beginning to launch massive loads of cum deep inside of her hungry little asshole. For the next 30 seconds, Gabrielle lapdanced her ass down against Harry's lap as his cock spasmed, expanded, and launched enormous amounts of cum deep inside of her. Then all of the semen that he was releasing started leaking out passed the plug of his cock, at which point Harry suddenly pushed Gabrielle's body off of his cock, used his magic to make her drop to the floor on her hands and knees directly in front of him, and began painting her asscheeks and lower back in brilliant white. By the time he was finished cumming, wet, sticky rivulets of cum were pooling near Gabrielle's tailbone, oozing down between her asscheeks, and dripping off of her pussy lips to the floor.
Over and above climaxing so hard she sprayed pussy juices everywhere, Gabrielle reacted to having an asshole full of her Master's seed like a meth addict reacts to getting a fix. She moaned, she twitched, she squirmed, and then she lay her face over her forearms in a boneless state of extraordinarily intense relief. But that was the moment when her Veela nature reasserted itself, she realized that she wanted, no, that she needed more, and she slowly turned around to stare up into Harry's eyes.
Then she was floating back up in Harry's direction with her legs held out wide at her sides, and she was whimpering in completely renewed arousal like a small defenseless animal.
Harry didn't say a word as Gabrielle floated back up to the pool table and settled onto the green felt on her back with her legs spread wide at her sides. He spell cleaned his dick until it shined in the bar lighting, dropped down to his knees between the Veela's legs, grabbed her tightly by the chin, stared down into her eyes, and then just barely pressed the head of his still hard cock against her visibly shaking pussylips. "Maybe I won't do it Gabrielle," he threatened in a menacing little growl. "Maybe I'll keep you as my analwhore until you learn to obey…"
"No… Non… Please, s'il te plaît, use all of my 'oles. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my womb. Eenseminate me Master. Knock me up!" Along with her words, Gabrielle's hands trailed up Harry's body so that she could cup his cheeks and beg him with her eyes. Her upper back was affixed to the surface of the pool table with Harry's magic, but she still managed to squirm and gyrate her body so that she humped her soaking wet pussy up against his cockhead. Then they both twitched in pleasure as his crown just barely spread apart her piping hot pussylips, and she whimpered in exponentially growing need. "Master… Je vis pour toi et toi seul. I'm yours. I'll be yours and yours alone unteel ze very day zat I die… Please, please let me 'ave 'ou…"
Well… There was no way in hell that Harry could say no to that now was there?...
After moving the water teasing charm churning up her pussy back to focus on her asshole, Harry slowly, ever so slowly, allowed his cock to descend down into Gabrielle's squirming, rippling, infinitely welcoming, visibly possessive, tightly contracting, wet and steamy little pussy, until with a final little thrust and a grunt of intense satisfaction, he penetrated his cockhead directly into her hungrily sucking womb, slapped his balls against her cum leaking asshole, and removed the spell that was holding her down against the table. Then Gabrielle's arms and legs were exploding up into the air so that she could pull his face down between her big beautiful smooth and heavenly tits, and she was gyrating her hips up at him in slow, fantastically sexy little movements.
"Maaaaasster," Gabrielle slowly breathed out with the air of a woman that had just had her every worldly desire fulfilled. "'Ou stretch my leetle pussy more zan my body can take, and yet eet's blissful, eet's 'eavenly, eet's perfect, you're perfect… Love 'ou Master… Love 'ou so much…"
In his desire to avoid breaking character, Harry allowed both his thoughts and his emotions to leak outside of his mind Occlusions so that Gabrielle could feel them, at which point the woman gasped at the sudden intensity of the sharing they were experiencing, as well as the fact that Harry was quickly growing to love her in return. She hiccupped as her emotions ran wild and she tightened her hold around Harry's body even as he drew his hips away to pull his cockhead from within her womb. They moaned and groaned into each other's bodies as her absurdly possessive pussymeat refused to give him up, but then Harry was thrusting his cock back into her again with a wet and dramatic squelching sound, and was repeating the process with long, full dicked swings of his hips.
As Harry's thrusts slowly grew faster and more intense, Gabrielle's orgasmic body bounced in beautiful ways, causing her tits to slap up against her chin and her ass to shake like jello, but the way that she moved her legs was what really got Harry's cock throbbing with need. After running her calves up his back slowly and sensually, she suddenly released her hold on his back and brought her feet up to the sides of her face. Then, as Gabrielle's ass slowly rose off of the pool table to meet Harry's hips in the air, her intentions suddenly became perfectly clear. Gabrielle Delacour was forcing her own body up into a mating press. She wanted to be inseminated. She wanted to be filled. She wanted what her mother had received only 12 hours earlier…
"Please seed my womb and bless me with your children my Lord… My Lord Delacour," Gabrielle whispered directly into Harry's ear, with a level of both sincerity and vulnerability in her voice that made Harry groan in arousal. "Let me bear your children, and I'll give you everything of me…" Then Gabrielle's hands were cupping both of Harry's cheeks and her lips were devouring his, and he was completely incapable of denying the woman anything at all. He grabbed a hold of both of her ankles, pressed them down into the hard felt covered surface beneath her head, and began whipping his cock down into her hot, slippery, violently trembling pussy with enough force to crach his balls hard against her ass cheeks.
Fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop...
For the next 10 minutes, Harry mated the living hell out of Gabrielle Delacour of France, right there on a filthy pool table in a disgusting little dive bar full of gangsters and prostitutes. Neither of them gave a damn about where they were. Neither of them even remembered that they were completely surrounded by onlookers. They rutted like animals, moaned into each other's mouths, kissed, groped and bit at each other. They devoured each other with a wild and hurried intensity, until Gabrielle's eyes were fluttering shut over dick drunk, orgasmic eyes, and her frothy overwrought pussy was clamping shut around Harry's cock like a vice. The woman's body was giving up the ghost. She was cumming so hard she was in danger of passing out, so her Veela constitution was doing what it could to make Harry follow suit. Her pussy squirmed and clenched, it pulsed and massaged his length as if it was milking him from his base to his head. It pulled off miracles of hot, wet, slippery tightness, until Harry's balls were clenching up against his shaft, and he was only moments away from cumming.
Then a pair of slim, soft, arms, and a set of large, wonderfully smooth breasts were pancaked into Harry's upper back and shoulders, and Fleur Delacour was performing a reach around to massage his heavy hanging balls. It appeared the woman had woken up suspended in his barrier spell, and had decided that she'd come down to support her sister. "Geeve eet to 'er 'Arry," she coaxed, her hands kneading his balls in the way she knew got him cumming in record time. "Knock up my leetle seester, and ze two of us will pamper 'ou for ze rest of your life…"
"Oui! Yes! Cum een me," Gabrielle managed to moan out through a paroxysm of violent climax. "Cum eenside of my desperately needy leetle womb."
"You want it, you got it," Harry finally grunted, as his balls spasmed dramatically in Fleur's massaging hands, his shaft expanded and rocked like a shotgun going off, and an explosion of cum was launched directly into Gabrielle's wide open and sucking little womb. For the next 60 seconds, Harry came himself stupid directly into Gabrielle Delacour's ultra-fertile, ovulating, and magically bolstered womb, to the point that it would be a miracle if she wasn't pregnant with at least one of his children. Her pussy never leaked even as her stomach kicked around the cumloads that he was releasing inside of her, and Gabrielle rubbed the dent in her tummy as if she was already an expecting mother, and was soothing a kicking baby.
In the quiet that followed Harry and Gabrielle's mating frenzy, Fleur rose back to her feet, pulled out her wand, and turned to all of the people that were staring at them with their dicks or pussies in their hands. Then she channeled a boatload of Harry's magic through the bond until a cloud of ambient green magic was swirling around her body, turned an icy stare on everyone in the room and said one single word.
"Perverts."
Crack…
Fleur had Apparated herself, Harry and Gabrielle out of the room. She'd pulled a Harry…
Within 10 seconds of their disappearance, everyone standing around the bar completely forgot about the three of them, and were left wondering why they'd all pulled down their pants…
Of course, by that point, Harry was off to his next great adventure…
Introducing his first wife to his second and third…