At the same time at the entrance to Devinier's castle…
It hadn't taken Harry very long to sense that Devinier's entire castle was covered in an incredibly complex tangle of Rune traps that made Apparating inside far more trouble than it was worth. With that much in mind, Harry and Gabrielle were quickly marching across a drawbridge that he'd just forced down from the castle's ramparts using brute force telekinesis, and he was burning a hole straight through the magic repelling iron lattice-work just inside of the entrance.
Dozens and dozens of enthralled people immediately came running out of every side hallway that the castle had to offer, but Harry efficiently stunned them all and then tied up their unconscious bodies.
Not long after all of the normal witches and wizards were dealt with, Harry finally encountered the enthralled warmage. This man was far faster, stronger and quite a bit more skilled than the rest of the enthralled civilians, but his attacks were equally ineffective against Harry's shield spell so the duel was just a little bit anticlimactic. In the end, the wizard was powerfully stunned for that extra-long nap duration, and Harry moved on with his infiltration.
It was only when Harry and Gabrielle were standing directly in front of the doors to the throne room that Harry paused and raised his right hand above his head. "Accio Fleur's wand."
It took almost a minute, but Fleur's wand came careening down the hallway from where it had been stuck to the roof of the trapped tower room.
Gabrielle didn't ask how Harry knew to do that… She knew that the answer he'd give would be something along the lines of a shrug, so she merely focused her attention on keeping her hands to herself… Now wasn't the time… Now wasn't the place, but soon, soon, Gods and Goddesses, soon…
With Fleur's wand in hand, Harry focused on a patch of floor to his right where a three-meter-tall mound of sand grew into place and then began floating around the entirety of Gabrielle's body in a filmy translucent layer that would block all incoming curses. The second half of the sand pile floated at Harry's shoulder like a ghost even as he cracked his neck and windmilled his arms.
Gabrielle gawked. It almost looked like Harry thought was about to do something hard…
With a long and deep indrawn breath, Harry suddenly erected a fantastically powerful, bright green shield spell in front of his body, banished the door into the room and then marched inside as if he owned the place. Immediately after he erased the door from existence, three things happened all at once. The large cloud of sand hovering at Harry's shoulder took off like a bird, carrying Fleur's wand within its mass, a severing spell left Harry's hand flying in the direction of Fleur's rope bindings, and a massive wall of incoming curses slammed into Harry's shields. He didn't even slow down his advance, and he didn't turn his attention to the wizards and witches attacking him. Instead, he turned to regard Devinier, because the man was holding a trigger mechanism above his head.
"Stop now or I will trigger ze weapon," Devinier called out in very loud, heavily accented English.
"What weapon," Harry called back in a nonchalant tone of voice.
With a whip of his head, Devinier turned to regard the superweapon that was sitting in the corner, only to find that the artifact was violently ceasing to exist in a process that was not of this earth and was twisted beyond any and all mortal understanding.
"Wha… How?..." Devinier spluttered out, staring at the empty pedestal that had just contained an enormously well-constructed and lethal magical artifact that was purposefully created to be on a hair trigger specifically to keep what just happened from happening...
"A God of entropy dissected my mind lately," Harry replied with a shrug of his shoulders. I took the opportunity to learn something in return." Even as Harry said those words, he was casting hundreds and hundreds of healing spells across the room directly into Fleur's body, telekinetically slamming the amassed terrorists against the throne room's walls, and he was fusing their bodies to the stones of the walls at the cellular level. If any of these wannabe Dark Lords wanted to get free of the wall, they were going to have to sacrifice every inch of skin off their backs in the process.
Since Harry appeared to have everything under control, Gabrielle simply moved about the room, silence spelling everyone to bring their panicked screams to an end.
Over the following ten seconds, Fleur Delacour's skin tone rapidly improved, her sweating came to an end, the trembling in her limbs stopped, and her breathing regulated back to normal. Then the Petrificus Totalus spell that she was casting was smashing directly into Devinier's back.
"Wahh when? You're almost completely allure enthralled! 'Ow are you acting against me like zis," Devinier spluttered out, revealing that Fleur had left his mouth free to move as an exception in her petrifying spell…
"You were never ze true source of my body's discomfort, you eembecile," Fleur spat at the newly frozen man with a disgusted look upon her face. "Just like so many ozzer Dark Lords before you, you believe zat only dark wizards take on Runic tattoos een secret. Well, you're wrong… I 'ave an Artificer Rune concealed deep wizzin ze flesh of my left 'aand. Eet's a useful leetle Rune zat allows me to create or modify magical artifacts, and I used eet to alter ze Runes wizzin ze magical weapon's spell matrix!"
"Fleur modified the French government's superweapon to make it target her instead of me," Harry explained with a nod in the blonde Veela's direction. She's been receiving a never-ending stream of powerful curse energy all afternoon…"
"I merely acted as eef eet was your repellent leetle allure zat's been affecting my body to keep you from realizing ze truth," Fleur revealed with a look of disdain growing clear across her face. "I am eemprinted on a real man, a true Merlin caliber demi-god. No amount of allure could ever make me lust for a creature as small and repulsive as you!"
Devon Devinier was rendered completely speechless as his entire body rioted over his one true mate's absolute rejection of him, and only the fact that he was paralyzed allowed him to stay up on his feet. Never, not once in his whole entire life, had he been insulted to such an extreme, or at all for that matter, and the situation was made all the more painful by the fact that this woman was the one that his instincts screamed for. Devinier found his mouth bobbing dumbly in his current state of almost mad denial. This couldn't possibly be reality. He always got what he wanted, whenever he wanted, from whomever he wanted!
"With her insult delivered," Fleur's attention swiftly turned back towards Harry again and she began stalking across the room in his direction. "I tried to save your life, 'Arry…"
"I'm aware of that. I came to save yours in return, so I'd say we're square," Harry replied with a wary expression growing across his face.
"You were never een any real danger just now, while I was willing to die for you," Fleur countered without ever pausing her slow approach.
"It sounds to me like you're trying to collect a debt from me rather than seek reconciliation," Harry growled out, his countenance darkening with every single word that he said.
"Eendeed... I would 'ave you owe me a favor, for zere ees a task zat I would 'ave you perform for me, and I don't want to risk 'aving you say no," Fleur admitted as she moved up to stand directly in front of Harry.
"What is this task," Harry asked in an almost completely deadpan tone of voice.
"I would 'ave you fuck me long, 'ard and repeatedly, directly een front of zis cretin Devinier, before I destroy ze last 'Orcrux residing een 'iis throne and end 'iis loathsome existence," Fleur explained without ever looking back at the newly freaking out male proto Veela.
"No wait, you can't," Devinier finally choked out before a silencing spell was cast upon his mouth.
"I do not expect you to make love to me," Fleur continued even as she returned her wand back into its holster and then dumped it to the ground. I 'ave learned what eet's like to be ze target of a Veela's… eenstincts, over ze course of zis afternoon. I find I'm not feeling… eennocent at ze moment. I desire to be… punished…"
For several moments in a row, Harry didn't do or say anything at all, with the possible exception that the sand barrier spells that were floating around Gabrielle and Fleur's bodies suddenly drifted away. Then the man, drew in a very deep breath, Banished the clothing right off of his body, and gestured for Gabrielle to join them.
By the time Gabrielle finished dashing over, Harry had banished Fleur's clothing with the exception of her simple serviceable white cotton panties, Conjured a bed right in front of Devinier's petrified form, and had the sisters floating next to each other in the air. Then he was Banishing the bust area right off of Gabrielle's maid uniform to reveal her absolutely stupendous tits, even as he laid the sisters out side by side on their backs with their heads hanging backwards off the edge of the bed.
Fleur and Gabrielle stared up at Harry in rising amounts of expectation, as he kneeled next to the bed above them, his newly rock-hard cock resting atop their upside-down chins and his hands firmly cupping the perfect globes of their breasts. Both girls shivered in increased arousal at the feral look that was growing across Harry's face. His expression was dark. His expression was predatory. Then the man was waving a hand, causing four water-teasing charms to begin churning and spreading both their pussies and their assholes to the very peak of orgasm, and both girls knew that he had zero intention of showing them any mercy. He was going to wreck them. He was going to treat them like whores…
A shiver of arousal was the only response that either of the girls ended up making…
With an almost animalistic little growl, Harry suddenly cupped Gabrielle's cheeks with both of his hands, pressed his cockhead firmly 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 fullest 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.
Gabrielle Delacour was a Masochistic little bitch, just like her mother.
Casting his attention to the left, Harry made sure to stare down into Fleur's unblinking eyes when he suddenly forced another three inches of his cock even deeper down the French maid's tightly resisting throat. Gabrielle's esophagus instantly spasmed against his dick in protest to his rough treatment. He didn't stop. Then the white haired Veela gurgled messily as her free hand pawed weakly at his thighs. He didn't care. He thrust his cock further down into her tightly clenching throat, began releasing a thick current of powerful magic into both of the woman's nipples, and then gave her throat three more lazy pumps of his cock 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 lodged deep in her mouth, and she tried to convey her gratitude by rubbing and massaging his balls.
Then Harry was slowly withdrawing his cock from within the newly limp cat-eared maid so that he could repeat the performance with the fully naked Veela 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 tightly sucking lips, he grabbed the woman's hands and wrapped them around the massive dick shaped lump stretching her throat to capacity.
As it turns out, punishing Fleur into an orgasm 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 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 estranged 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. Her heart beat like a jackhammer, her oxygen starved lungs heaving the mountainous expanse of her absurdly perfect titflesh back and forth. 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 ruthlessly 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 white panties 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 the Delacour sisters' mouths, fucking their throats as if 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 tightly squeezed and groped at 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 with their eyes to start feeding them a protein heavy diet…
And that was enough…
Without a single sound or gesture to warn the woman about what was about to happen, Harry started unleashing a massive series of cumloads directly into Gabrielle's little throat, stretching her esophagus around his seed before the woman spasmed in surprise and started desperately swallowing. She tried, Gods help her, she tried to drink his ultra-thick and voluminous nut, but Gabrielle 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 completely uncovered upper body. 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.
"You sluts seriously just live off of sex and cum, don't you," Harry accused in a cold and disapproving tone of voice.
"Your sex," Gabrielle immediately corrected, her hands cupping her own tits so that she could lick his seed off of her own nipples
"Your cum," Fleur added, as she wiped up all of Harry's cum onto her hands and stuffed them into her mouth
For several moments in a row, Harry only watched as the two Veela kissed and licked his cum off of each other purely for his enjoyment. Then he waved his hand, causing Fleur and Gabrielle to float in a circle so that their heads were facing in the direction of Devinier, and Harry was crawling across the bed towards their feet.
"You're a very naughty girl for enjoying your punishment so much," Harry pointed out to Gabrielle, as he flipped her body over 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 about to receive a punishment for trying to rape me into nothing more than a sex slave," Harry pointed out even as he flipped Fleur into a mirror image of her sister's position with a casual wave of his hand.
"Whatever... my Master... desires of me," Gabrielle tried to purr, even though at this point, 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 ended the silencing spell he had in place around the terrorists lining the throne room's walls, releasing them to pant and groan and mutter about the unfairness of it all…
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 and Fleur Delacour beautiful couldn't even begin to explain the full impact of their looks upon everyone who saw them.
Gabrielle 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…
Fleur Delacour was a tall, thin, but absurdly voluptuous, seductress, with eyes so clear, hair so shiny and skin so flawless, she seemed to defy those mere mortals around her to label her anything but heaven sent. She had a tiny little waist, a beautiful, flared-out, heart shaped ass, and tits so perfect Harry had never found a descriptor that worked better. She was surreal to look upon, and yet carnal in the extreme. She was sexy. She was so unbelievably sexy….
One way or another, all of the criminals and dark wizards restrained throughout the room were attracted to what they were looking down at… and that was before the Delacour sisters released an extraordinarily powerful allure to slam into them all 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 to nearly uncontrollable heights, and yet no one could move an inch to touch themselves or act upon how they felt...
"Look ... Just fucking look at how unbelievably fucking hot they are," one hideously ugly dark wizard finally whispered as if his inner monolog had completely failed him.
"Yeah, but they also look like total sluts," the woman at the man's side pointed out in a desperately aroused tone of voice.
In the split second that followed the woman's unkind but arousal driven words, both Gabrielle and Fleur winced as dull slapping sounds came from their newly wobbling asscheeks, and then the word SLUT appeared in the place where they'd just received a hard invisible slap.
Everyone in the room instantly started murmuring in surprise.
Harry was amused… In the moments since he'd first flipped Gabrielle onto all fours, he'd been busy casting an extremely creative spell. The spell would make any derogatory or debasing words that anyone in the room said about the Delacour sisters cause a slapping sensation against their asses, and leave behind the word written on their skin. Now, Harry was merely leaning back to view his cock resting atop Gabrielle's amazing attractive ass, and take in the word SLUT written across her newly pink right asscheek.
"They're whores," a second man added as he aimed 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 all of these degenerate criminals to hear."
At no time since she was flipped over and exposed to over fifty different terrorists 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 bedsheets, because she knew exactly what her Master expected of her. Now she looked back over her shoulder to scan the audience attached to the walls 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," an old one-armed wizard finally called out into the sudden deafening silence.
The word FREAK immediately adorned Gabrielle and Fleur's left ass cheeks, 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.
Both sisters shook twice this time as the words LOOSE and CUNT were slapped against their right thighs and ass cheeks.
Over the next minute or two, the words FILTHY, CREATURE, SKANK, HOLE, DIRTY, BITCH, SWINE, FISHY, HOE, SLAG, TWAT, BINT, CHEAP, SKAG, TOILET, PIG, NYMPHO, CUMDUMP, COW, SCRUBBER, HOOKER and PROSTITUTE were slapped onto Fleur and Gabrielle's asses, thighs, and lower backs, and Gabrielle's 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 silence the wizards stuck to the wall again, 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 even as Harry's words made her ass cheeks shudder this way and that, and she tried to hump her asshole back against his cock. "Abuse me! Prove these cretins right! Je suis ta pute! Fais moi soumettre (I'm your whore! Make me submit)! 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 bed 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 Hall. Then, as more dick was pressed inside of her ass, her continually water teased pussy spilled a wave of femcum all over the sheets, 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 washed over everyone in the Hall like a tidal wave 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 Master'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 bed with his back resting back against the headboard. Then, after banishing her maid outfit right off of her body, he planted Gabrielle's white stockinged feet wide to either side of his hips, widened her knees even further so that her dripping little pussy was showcased for everyone in the room to see, grabbed up her perfectly luscious tits in both of his hands, and growled into her ear. "Show these terrorist degenerates how a good little cockwarmer like you rides a massive dick Gabrielle. Show everyone in this Hall 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 chandelier lighting as it sprayed pussy juices with every fresh orgasm that washed over her body. Her femcum spilled all over Harry's balls and stomach, and then the bed beneath them 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 (I'm your anal slave Maaaster)," 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 and onto her hands and knees, and he began painting her asscheeks and lower back in brilliant shiny 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 bedsheets.
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 the air to drop at Harry's knees 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 settled onto her back with her legs spread wide at her sides. He spell cleaned his dick until it shined in throne room's chandelier lighting, dropped down between the Veela's wide-open 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 suddenly 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 (please), 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 bed 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 live for you and you alone). I'm yours. I'll be yours and yours alone unteel ze very day zat I die… Please, please let me 'ave you…"
Well… There was no way in hell that Harry could say no to that now was there?...
After moving the water teasing charm that was currently churning up her pussy back down 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 unconcealable 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 bed. 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. "You 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 you Master… Love you so much!" Gabrielle 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 down 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 bed 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 didn't have it in him to tell her no... He grabbed a hold of both of her ankles, pressed them down into the bed 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 Conjured bed in front of a conquered Dark Lord and over fifty dark wizard terrorists. Neither of them gave a damn about where they were. Neither of them even remembered that they were completely surrounded by some of the most evil people that Earth had to offer. 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 decided that she'd demonstrate her change of heart by supporting her younger sister. "Please geeve eet to 'er 'Arry," she coaxed, her hands kneading his balls in the way that she knew got him cumming in record time. "Please geeve my seester ze womb full of seed zat she craves so, so very badly."
"Oui! Yes! Please, please cum een me," Gabrielle managed to moan out through a paroxysm of violent climax. "Cum eenside of my deepest most fertile depths! Let me go to bed tonight with your seed swimming een my 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 firing, to launch an explosion of cum directly into Gabrielle's wide-open and sucking little womb. For the next 60 seconds, Harry came himself stupid directly into Gabrielle's endlessly possessive womb, and as he'd learned to expect with the Delacour women, her pussy never leaked a single drop even as her stomach kicked around the cumloads that he was releasing balls deep inside of her. Instead, Gabrielle moaned, somehow both sweetly and whorishly, and rubbed at the rippling cock dent in her tummy as if she was an expecting mother soothing a kicking baby.
In the quiet moments that followed Harry and Gabrielle's mating frenzy, Fleur quickly dropped to all fours on the bed with her hands spreading her rosy red and graffiti-covered ass cheeks apart exactly as Harry had left her.
Harry wasn't having any of it.
After slowly pulling his rock-hard and throbbing dick from Gabrielle's relentlessly sucking pussy with an obscenely loud squelch followed by a wet, drippy pop, Harry kissed a very nearly unconscious Gabrielle on the forehead, pushed himself back up to his knees and turned to regard his newly replaced ICW handler. Then he was shaking his head and waving his hand to float Fleur up in the air even as he moved across the bed to sit with his feet on the floor just two meters away from Devinier. Harry looked up into Devinier's wild, shaking eyes as Fleur's legs slowly widened in the air, her sopping wet cotton panties disappeared, and she was floated down to straddle his lap in reverse-cowgirl. Just like that, both Harry and Fleur were facing Devinier from the edge of the bed, with Fleur's pussy dripping juices all over the cock that was poking up between her inner thighs to press flush against her little tummy several inches above her belly button. The woman was shaking at this point, her large, heavy, gravity defying breasts, bouncing up and down as she drew in quick but irregular lungfuls of air. Fleur was in the thick of it. She was visibly desperate to have Harry's cock inside of her body…
"Considering what you are and the gifts that you've been provided, I'm quite literally shocked that you're such an unmitigated failure when it comes to romancing women," Harry pointed out to Mr. Devinier, even as Fleur's left hand slowly, intimately, curled around the base of his shaft and her right hand started massaging his balls. "In regards to shameless little cumsluts like Fleur here, I've found that the problem doesn't lie in getting her hopelessly addicted to my dick, but rather the problem stems from how possessive, territorial, jealous, and unhinged she became after the fact, and how I can't trust her around my wife and various lovers..."
At this point, Mr. Devinier's eyes were fixed upon Fleur, as if he was begging the women to disagree, as if he was desperate for her to take offense over what Harry was saying.
She didn't take offense. Instead, Fleur's expression became downcast as if she was ashamed of herself, and she hugged Harry's cock to her tummy as if she was afraid he'd kick her off of his lap.
"I suppose I can see why someone like you might learn how to enthrall people by force," Harry continued with a small disdainful shake of his head. "You're completely repellant. You're disgusting. You lack any and all charm whatsoever. Your good looks aren't able to fully conceal the fact that you're a repulsive, rapey, little creep, and since women can sense those qualities in you, they instinctively reject you. More than once in the past, I've found that Veela have a problem fully understanding consent... but you Mr. Devinier, have managed to make the rest of your species look like nuns in comparison…"
By this point, Devinier looked like he was starting to lose his mind. His eyes were rolling in their sockets, his body was shaking like a leaf, and his allure was pouring out of his body like a series of malevolent hands that were seeking to strangle Harry.
Harry had never had a good reason to try this before, but with a massive effort of both willpower and magic, he suddenly slammed Mr. Devinier's allure back in and against his own body with an extraordinarily powerful and multileveled barrier spell, causing the man's nose to immediately start bleeding as his own magic was crammed forcefully back into his body.
"Tell Mr. Devinier exactly what you want from me," Harry suddenly demanded of Fleur, in a very cool and commanding tone of voice.
With both of her newly trembling hands stroking Harry's shaft in long, full armed milking motions that were drawing pearls of pre-cum to drip from the tip of his cockhead, Fleur looked up into Devinier's eyes purely as an afterthought, and then drew in a very deep breath. "I want 'Arry to forgive me. I want 'iim to forgive me for being enormously selfish and disrespectful, so zat I can take my place among ze rest of 'iis women, and spend my life at 'iis side. I want 'Arry to take both me and my seester as 'iis mates, and zen spend ze next century filling our wombs wiz 'iis progeny. I want to become 'Arry Potter's well be-aved and obedient leetle fuck pet. I want 'iis dick and 'iis cum on me, een me, and all over me, at all times of ze day. I want to suck 'iim off under 'iis desk when 'ees doing 'iis paperwork. I want to wake up een 'iis arms with 'iis cock still balls deep eenside of me. I want all of eet, as much as I can get, whenever and wherever I can get eet!"
By the time Fleur was finished explaining herself, she was yelling her words and she was milking Harry's cock in fast-paced, desperate movements that rubbed his cockhead against the smooth skin of her tummy. Then Harry's hands were curling around her ribs to cup her fantastically full breasts and pinch at her nipples, and her face went slack with a mixture of pleasure and joy as if her every prayer was being answered.
"In time, if Fleur is an especially well-behaved little cockwarmer, she might even receive the forgiveness that she desires from me, because as cliche as it is, trying to sacrifice her life for mine really was one hell of a gesture," Harry offered in return. "In the meantime, I have a bit of a presentation for you, Mr. Devinier. A little demonstration of what you're never, ever going to get to have... "
At the tail end of his words, Harry suddenly cast a spell that he'd used a few times in the past, that turned specific segments of Fleur's stomach transparent so that the inner lining of her pussy and womb were revealed to the rest of the room. Then he slowly lifted Fleur up off of his lap by her tiny little waist, and he started kissing his cockhead against her pussylips in small, teasing, grinding motions.
"Hohhh please, please, please 'Arry. please don't tease me like zis, please don't tease meeeoohhhhGaaawwwwds!" Fleur's frantic and hurried begging was interrupted halfway, when her pussy lips were suddenly split wide-open into a stretched out "O" shape around the flared-out dome of Harry's over-large crown. Then she was being lowered further and further down around Harry's cock, her pussy was struggling with all of its might to pull him balls deep, and Harry was resisting her eagerly clenching pussymeat with his usual brand of immensely powerful arm strength.
Fleur keened like a small animal towards the ceiling as her body tried to draw Harry's dick directly into her womb, he held her body perfectly still just halfway down his shaft, and the tug of war caused by the opposing forces caused her magically transparent pussy to visibly squirm and clench around his cock as if it she was being electrocuted. She lifted her wide-open legs right off of the floor so that her body weight would force her pussy further down his shaft, but it made no difference. Harry slowly and teasingly began scrubbing her pussylips up and down just a two-inch span of his dick, with a little less than half of his cock inside of her, and Fleur's entire body started vibrating with explosive levels of need in response. For almost an entire minute, Fleur allowed Harry to tease her body into a misfiring series of overwhelmed nerves, but then she snapped and just couldn't take it anymore. "Please, please, please, 'Aaarriiieee. Please fillll my woooomb with your enormous beautiful diiiick," Fleur begged once again this time with her hands wrapped under his thighs so that she could pull herself further down the length of his cock. "I'll be good! I'll be a good girl for you! I'll obey! I'll share! I'll be good! I will, I promise!"
Then Harry was using a newly reclaimed grip on both of Fleur's tits to slowly scrub her overwrought pussy down the rest of his shaft, and he was slamming his cockhead against and then into her womb with authority.
Fleur's vision immediately whited out, her breath exploded from her lungs, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes swam up into her head, and her pussy exploded into violent, mind melting climax, as she finally, finally, received Harry Potter's cock exactly where she needed it. Then, several moments later, when she was finally capable of sensing and reacting to the world around her again, she almost immediately started cumming all over again because Harry was doing something very, very, unusual. He was cumming right along with her, his massive, virile cock launching enormous, heaping helpings of white-hot sticky seed to swell her womb even as he continued to grind his continuously hard dick in and out of the entrance to her womb.
The transparency spell on Fleur's womb was a whitewashed image of violently gushing seed, as Harry's cock relentlessly fucked and inseminated Fleur's pussy without ever pausing for even a moment. By the time a full minute had passed, Fleur's womb was swollen into a pure white balloon shape, but it never leaked a single sperm cell and it seemed to settle in size as more and more time passed. Fleur's womb appeared to have some kind of temporary shrinking magic incorporated within it, as Harry's thick and voluminous load was made smaller and more manageable so that she could take even more inside of her without bloating or leaking. While her pussy took to taking Harry's cum with an effortless form of grace, Fleur herself writhed and shook in an extravagant climax for the ages, and her head rolled around on Harry's shoulder in a state of boneless completion that only a Veela being thoroughly seeded could possibly hope to achieve.
Over the 20 minutes that followed, Harry made excellent use of the slut magic contained within Fleur's body, as he bounced her orgasmic little pussy up and down his cock like nothing more than a sex-toy, groped and tweaked her unbelievably perfect breasts, slapped her glorious asscheeks until they were a luminous cherry red, bit a large, vibrantly purple hickey into the side of her neck, and came inside of her, over and over again. He didn't hold back for even a second, he just came himself silly while magically bolstering his semen production with a fantastically powerful outpouring of magic. He came so hard, so often, and in so many different positions, even Fleur's slut magic was having trouble keeping up with it all, and her tummy was beginning to show signs of having a swollen womb just inches beneath the surface.
Then, the moment finally came… Harry was laying back on the bed so that Fleur could ride his cock in reverse-cowgirl, straddling his waist with her hands resting on his thighs, so that she could milk the cum from his balls with her twerking, grinding, lap dancing ass. Despite the fact that Fleur's tummy just above her womb was just a little bit cum-swollen, her pussy was still acting as a perfect sucking seal that straight up refused to give up his semen, and the woman was driving her pussy down against his pelvis with a frenzied animalistic need….
"I die 'Aiirriiee," 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, to grind her hot, tight, puffy little pussylips down against the base of his shaft 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 full of unconcealed 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 unbelievably sexy ass, 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 ass up in the air just a meter in front of Devinier so that the man could see copious amounts of sperm drooling down both of her inner thighs, 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 down onto a relatively clean area on 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 amassed terrorists and the Dark Lord that they'd been following. "None of the people that survive here today will ever speak of this to anyone," Harry called out while waving his hand in front of his body. Then, when he'd cast the spell that would make speaking of him or his women completely impossible, he turned his attention back to Fleur, channeled magic directly into her comatose body, and woke her with a start.
"wha...Where," Fleur spluttered as she instantly rose to a seated position.
"It's time to kill Devinier," Harry pointed out with a shrug. Then he was waving his hand to cast a powerful Patronus spell that smashed through Devinier's throne like an 18-wheeler truck hitting a smart car. The Horcrux contained inside of it screamed like a tortured animal as it was obliterated into thousands of pieces.
The male Veela that was just two meters away from them started shaking as he realized that he was merely mortal once again. He twitched and trembled as he strained to move, to beg, to do anything at all...
It was time...
With a nod and an Accio summoning spell to retrieve her wand holster from where she'd dropped it to the floor, Fleur casually turned back towards Devinier, stared him in the eyes for several seconds, and then cast a high-power implosion curse that ruptured the man's head into a fine red mist….
After easing his body off of the bed, Harry picked up Gabrielle's body in a damsel carry, and then turned to regard his errant ICW handler. "I imagine you'll need to oversee the arrest and imprisonment of all these terrorists, but when you have the time, we have a very long and involved conversation in the offing…"
Fleur only nodded her head and looked down at her knees again. For several moments the throne room was quiet.
"I'll re-apply your name into the wards of my estate, and then I'll expect you to come visit me and my wife at your earliest convenience," Harry finally offered/ordered.
Fleur perked up this time, and her nod was far more enthusiastic.
Crack!
Harry Potter and Gabrielle Delacour were gone...