Fleur Delacour followed Sirius Black who led her towards her room. She hid a grin at the thought of that redhead. It did not go unnoticed by her that the young woman had been pleasuring herself moments ago. Being a veela, she had a certain sensitivity to sex, and the girl was radiating her pheromones.
She hid a giggle at the thought. It was totally reasonable. After all, a woman had needs. She didn't have to look much further. It had been very hard to hold herself back at Hogwarts. She had never thought about Harry in that manner, and yet, after he saved her, she found she couldn't think about anyone else. Harry was different, and she liked different.
They had spent their remaining time together as much as they could, which was not even a day to be honest. They never went further than kissing, and both knew they wanted more. Sadly, their time together ended far too soon for their liking. However, it didn't matter anymore. She was here, and she was going to stake her claim on her man and make him hers, just as she was already his.
She knew that Harry lived here, and she was slightly disappointed to note that he was nowhere to be seen. They had climbed upstairs and there was no sign of anyone.
"Excuse me, Monseiur Black," Fleur began with a small smile as the older man turned to look at her.
"Call me Sirius, mademoiselle," he grinned and bowed with a flourish, coaxing a soft giggle out of her.
"Sirius then," she smiled. "Where is everyone? This is the headquarters, right?"
Sirius nodded.
"Indeed it is, but not everyone lives here. The Weasleys, they're a family who support the Order, live here along with Harry's friend Hermione, and a couple others. The girl you met downstairs is their youngest daughter. They must be somewhere, doing whatever, I don't pry. Harry is in the duelling room in the basement with Nymmie and Natalie," he finished with a chuckle.
Fleur's smile broadened on hearing that Harry was here before she frowned a little.
"Nymmie and Natalie?"
Sirius nodded with a snigger.
"Nymphadora Tonks. She's my cousin Andromeda's daughter and an auror. Don't call her by her name, though. She hates it. And Natalie is another Order member. She's a healer. You're going to share the room with them. Don't worry, they're both really great. You'll like them."
Fleur absently nodded.
"Tell me, how well do you know Harry? You competed in that tournament last year, right?" Sirius asked as they kept walking. Fleur was looking around at the house. It was not the worst one she had ever been in, but it could use a bit of work.
"He's a very good friend, and he helped me a lot. I'm really looking forward to see him again," she replied. Sirius looked at her happy face for a second before a grin overtook his features.
"Is that so? He must've left quite an impression on you if you're so keen," he remarked with a grin, laughing internally at Fleur's blush.
'Way to go, Harry! Three, all older. A metamorph, a Huldra and now a fuckin' Veela! Bloody hell!'
He kept his features schooled though, smiling genially.
"He's a remarkable person. It's not tough for him to leave an impression on anyone," she smiled. Sirius grinned as he nodded.
"Here we are," he remarked as he pushed the door open. There was no one inside, and the room was entirely made up. Fleur entered behind him and saw that it was richly decorated, with curtains that looked expensive, a massive bed that could easily fit four to five people, and everything one could need.
"Is it alright?" Sirius asked as he turned around. Fleur nodded with a smile.
"It's very good."
Sirius smiled. "Make yourself at home then. The bathroom is that way. I'm sure Nymmie and Natalie would be coming sooner rather than later. Merlin knows she won't last five minutes against Harry," he grinned. Fleur chuckled.
"Okay. Thank you," she smiled.
"Anything for Harry's dear friend," he grinned with a knowing look. Fleur noticed it and blushed as he walked out of the room.
'Merlin, am I that transparent?'
She shook her head and looked around. The room had been cleaned very thoroughly, she noted and gave an approving nod. Clearly whoever did this knew how it worked.
"Alright then, time to set my things up," she muttered to herself.
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After an erotic round of debauchery in the duelling room, the threesome fixed their attire properly. Nat and Nym fixed their tops and jeans that fit snugly over their tight bodies. Harry ran his eyes over them, noting how their clothes hugged their curves as he pulled on a white t-shirt over his black jeans. With a smirk, he pulled both women to either side of him, hugging them close. He leaned down and pecked Nat before doing the same to Nym. Both women grinned up at him as they threaded their arms through either of his.
Together, they walked upstairs. They found Sirius sitting in the living room, reading an old book. The moment the old marauder saw them, his eyes gained a certain gleam as he smirked.
"So…"
Harry raised his eyebrow as he stared at his godfather.
"Hmm? So… what?"
Sirius grinned as he looked at Nym and Nat, holding their gaze for a few seconds each, before grinning at Harry.
"Is there something I should know about?"
Harry heard Nym snort beside him as she walked forward.
"And what do you want to know, you old dog?" She smirked as she looked at him. Sirius grinned.
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't think I don't know what's going on here."
"And? You're gonna do what? Tell us not to do it anymore?" Tonks asked with a glare. Nat shook her head beside him with a sigh and walked forward before pulling Nym back.
"He's enjoying this," she muttered, looking at Sirius with a deadpan stare. "You're still a lecher, aren't you?"
Sirius chuckled.
"Come on, Nat! My godson is shagging two striking women, both older than him. You want me to not even ask!?"
The women flushed before glaring at Sirius, who sat there with a grin.
"No, you don't ask. You go and find someone or rub one out. We don't care," Nym said. Sirius sighed.
"Alright, Nymmie. No need to get so snippy about it. I don't care who my godson has relations with as long as he knows what he's doing. Just remember not to let little baby Potters run around until the war is over," he remarked with a chuckle. Nym and Nat blushed before glowering at the man. All the while, Harry kept wondering whether his godfather had a death wish.
"Thank you for your concern. Is there anything else or should we head to our rooms?"
"No, go ahead. Your roommate has just arrived and I've shown her the room. She must be unpacking right now."
Nym exchanged a look with Nat before they looked at Harry, who shrugged.
"Alright then, see you all," she nodded before taking Nat's arm. Harry watched their retreating backs for a moment before walking over to his godfather.
"Do you really have a death wish?" He asked with a sigh. Sirius merely snickered in response.
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"So, who do you think it could be?" Nym asked her as they walked towards the staircase. There was no sound around them apart from their footsteps.
"No clue. I hope she's accommodating though."
"Mm-hmm. Won't want our trysts to end," Nym chuckled as she bumped her shoulder against Nat's, who grinned in response.
"Tell me, how many more women do you think Harry will collect? You know that ritual affected Ginny and Hermione too," Nat asked with a thoughtful look on her face.
Nym hummed in response. It had been a massive surprise when Harry and Nat told her just what had happened. To think that Harry had undergone a ritual that somehow made him bond with various witches was surprising, to say the least. Even more surprising was the fact that she didn't mind it in the slightest. The prospect of collecting witches for Harry to conquer and bond with sent a sense of thrill through her.
She had already admitted as much to Nat, who had been slightly surprised before grinning unabashedly when she told her to imagine how hot it would feel to groom witches into being a part of Harry's harem, as she'd taken to calling it. Safe to say, both witches quickly got on the same page.
"Dunno, I hope it's a lot though. It would be so much fun," Nym grinned. Nat looked at her and shook her head with a smile.
"Hey Nat," Nym whispered as she leaned close, and she could feel her hot breath on her ear, "what do you think about seducing whoever is our new roommate into being a part of Harry's harem?"
Nat's eyes widened as Nym pulled back to grin at her before she slowly chuckled.
"Let's go see who she is then," she grinned.
In no time, the two witches reached their room and pushed the door open.
An empty room greeted them and they turned around to look for someone, only to come up empty.
"This trunk is new," Nat remarked, and Nym looked at the light blue trunk near the only empty cupboard.
"The shower's running too," she muttered as they looked towards the bathroom. "Let's wait for her to join us."
Nat sat down on the bed, Nym sitting beside her as they looked towards the bathroom.
"I hope she's not a kid, or an old woman," Nym muttered. Nat scoffed.
"Be serious. That mutt wouldn't have given us a room to share with a girl or an old woman. He's an idiot but not that much of an idiot."
"Sometimes I can't believe he's such a lecher, and he's my cousin!"
"He was like this even back then. I remember he tried to hit on me when we first met. I didn't know how to respond, overwhelmed as I was, but thanks to Lily who shoved him away and took me with her that I managed."
"You miss them, don't you?"
Nat smiled sadly.
"They were very kind to me, short as our time together was, and I believe they wanted me to be with them."
"Harry might've had a sibling or two if things turned out better," she muttered. Nat's eyes widened slightly before she laughed.
"That thought seems so weird now. I was with his parents, and now I'm with him. In another world, I might've been his stepmother as well," Nat said between chuckles as Nym laughed alongside her.
"That gives me an idea. Why don't you two roleplay sometime? You could be his hot stepmom and he could pound you into oblivion!"
Nat's eyes widened as she stared at Nym, who was grinning victoriously. Merlin, she found the idea so hot! She couldn't deny it.
"Merlin, you love that idea! I can't believe it!" Nym exclaimed.
Nat slapped Nym's arm as she laughed hysterically.
"I've got to tell this to Harry now. Oh, I can already imagine his face. I bet he'd be so turned on, he'll tear your clothes off and take you right then and there."
"Damn, that sounds hot," Nat muttered as she stared at the wall opposite her, and Nym grinned.
"It's decided then," she nudged Nat on the shoulder, "you'd be his stepmom in our next session."
"Oh yeah? What about you then? Are you going to be with us or will you just watch?"
Nym chuckled.
"As tempting as it would be to join you two, I'd rather watch my dear Harry fuck his stepmother."
Nat shook her head.
"You're incorrigible."
"Thank you, and I'll always be this way," Nym grinned.
Right then, the door to the bathroom opened, and their eyes widened.
Exiting the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy blue towel, with another one around her head, was what could only be described as sex on legs. Her ivory skin glowed in the brightness of their room, little droplets of water cascading down her slender neck as they dropped off her silvery tresses that were barely visible. The towel strained against her large tits, displaying an ample amount of cleavage, and showing off the flare of her round, bubble butt. The towel was too tight, completely wet as it rubbed her tantalizing skin. Their eyes lowered to her legs, long and slender with not a hint of blemish on her skin before they looked at her toes.
It was an open secret that you could tell a lot about a person from how they took care of their toes, and her toes were very well maintained. Inadvertently, their minds wandered to places steaming, and they wondered how lovely it would feel to play with those toes.
Nym always derided the people who said they had a toe fetish, and now she understood where they were coming from. Merlin, this girl was bloody gorgeous.
"Bloody hell," Nym whispered, as the girl stared at them with a confused expression on her face.
"She's a veela," Nat remarked with surprise, and Nym quickly jerked her head to look at her.
"A veela!? A bloody veela is our roommate!?" She half-shouted. Fleur's eyes narrowed.
"And is there a problem with that?" She asked in a frosty voice.
Nym looked at her in surprise as Nat reprimanded her.
"Forgive her, she's just surprised. It's because you don't see Veela in Britain," Nat explained.
"Your accent… you're not from here," Fleur observed keenly, her eyes raking over the two women in front of her. There was something different about them, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
Nat smiled.
"You're correct. I'm from Sweden," she stood up and walked forward, "I'm Natalie, and that's Nym, nice to meet you."
"Fleur Delacour, pleased to meet you too."
Fleur smiled and shook her hand, before abruptly grabbing it and pulling the woman close. Her eyes gained a dangerous gleam to them as she stared at the woman in front of her. Nym quickly stood up and rushed towards them.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
Fleur raised her hand and traced Nat's face with a peculiar look on her face, before looking at Nym. The metamorph had no chance to react as she saw the veela trace her face with her fingers as well. Bewildered, the two women stared at the frowning half-naked woman in front of them before exchanging a look with one another. Nym raised her eyebrow as if asking What the fuck is going on? while Nat simply shrugged as if saying Fuck me if I know.
Finally, after almost a minute of having their faces caressed by a gorgeous veela, the pair of witches took a couple of steps back and looked at her.
"Alright, what the hell was that?"
They saw the woman take a few deep breaths as if she was calming herself down, before looking at them.
"How long?"
Confused, Nym turned to look at Nat, before turning around.
"What are you talking about?"
"How long have you two been fucking Harry?"
Their eyes widened as they looked at the veela, who was looking at them with a frown.
"H-how do you know?"
"I'm a veela. I know."
Nym frowned at the non-answer. She didn't understand how this veela expected her response to give them all the answers.
"A few days. Started the day we came here," Nat responded with a small frown.
They saw Fleur take a few deep breaths which did wonderful things to her wonderful things before she straightened and looked at them.
"I love Harry Potter, and I came here to be with him, even though there's a war ravaging this country. And now I find out he is spending his nights with other women."
Nym's eyes widened as she looked at Nat, who was staring at the veela with her eyes equally wide.
"Hold on, you love Harry!? As in, love love him!?"
Fleur looked at her and nodded.
"I expected to come here and pick up from where we left off, but it seems he's moved on fairly quickly. I should've known a man like that would find no shortage of witches who'd want to be with him."
They watched as the woman chuckled self-depreciatingly before she walked towards her cupboard and pulled out a black lace bra and matching knickers, a black top, and a pair of faded blue jeans.
"Wait wait wait. Pick up from where you left off!? You were together!?" Nym asked, surprised.
Fleur shook her head as she took off the towel and picked up her bra and knickers. They watched as she put them on before she started to dress. Their eyes took in her alluring frame, how the lace accentuated her tits, and how that tight top and jeans hugged her figure. Their desire to admit this temptress into Harry's harem skyrocketed.
"We were not together, but we spent whatever time we had together at the very end of the school year before I had to go back to France. He saved me the night before we were to depart, and I fell for him that very night," she smiled as she finished dressing up.
Nat looked at the woman with a smile as she got up. However, just as she was about to go ahead and comfort this woman, she heard a shout and jumped slightly.
"Bloody brilliant!" Nym shouted, before bolting forward and pulling Fleur close to her in a tight hug, ignoring Nat who was desperately trying to calm her racing heart down. Fleur grunted at the impact, looking bewildered before she looked at Nat with a questioning look in her eyes. Nat sighed and held up a hand, asking her to wait for a bit. Fleur waited.
Quickly, Nym turned to look at Nat and nodded.
"This is perfect! We don't even have to convince you now!"
Fleur looked at Nym, confused.
"Convince me for what?"
Nym grinned as she pulled the gorgeous veela to the bed before sitting beside her. Nat took a seat on Fleur's other side and rested her hand on her shoulder.
"To be a part of Harry's harem."
Fleur's eyes widened.
"Harry's what!?"
Nat sighed. This was going to be some explanation.
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"I can't believe it! It's been barely a week, and he's already formed a harem! How did it even happen!?"
Fleur's mind was raging. She couldn't believe something like this had happened, and in such a short time, no less.
'If he wanted to form a harem, couldn't he have told me when we were together!? Did he not want me to be its first member?'
Nym grinned.
"Yeah… about that… you need to take an oath before we tell you. Don't worry, we will be taking one too."
XXXXX
Harry was sitting in the library, his legs propped up on the table in front of him, and his head leaning back against the couch. He held his wand loosely in his hand as a thick dark tome floated in front of him. A page turned on its own as his eyes scanned the words scribbled all over it. It seemed the previous reader of this book was a particularly messy person since each page was engraved with annotations with no particular care as to which words were overlapped by the ink. It was slightly difficult to separate the original text from the notes, but he was managing just fine.
Assimilating all of Voldemort's memories that he had gained into his psyche had taken him a long time, and now that he was done with that exercise, it was time to take long strides in this war. The sooner he ended this shit, the better it was for everyone. There would be no endless bloodshed, and people could go about their regular lives.
Horcruxes. A pathetic creation that went against the laws of nature. Voldemort, in his infinitely idiotic wisdom, had the wonderful idea to create the abominations to tether his soul to the physical realm. Even if his body was destroyed, he could not pass on. All it would take is one ritual out of many there were to revive him.
But the cunt's reckoning had come now. He had marked his downfall, and there was nothing he could do now that would save him.
Right after moving in, he had been provided Regulus Black's room in this house. He recalled how Voldemort had asked the man for his house elf to hide his Horcrux in that accursed cave, leaving the elf to die. He needed to make that journey soon. The Horcrux would remain there, there was no doubt about that, and he needed to take someone with him to get rid of that vile potion of despair.
It was another thing he had noticed after the absorption was complete. His personality had distorted as a result of the memories. It was a well-known fact that memories shaped a person, and since he had Voldemort's memories, a part of him, no matter how small, was Voldemort now. His Horcrux inside him might be no more, but there still was a remnant of the dark tosser inside him. It was a small mercy that he didn't need to die again to kill the noseless cunt.
He had to thank that ritual for this boon as well. It had curbed Voldemort's negative influences on his brain to an extent that only a few of his characteristics were reflected in his demeanour and actions. Calculating, ruthless, cunning; not cruel, evil, remorseless. It did not affect him now as much as it would previously have when he thought of taking someone with him to drink that potion in his stead. Even if such a person would be a vile one who would deserve every bit of it and more. He would have to think about whom to take with him.
Until then, he had a few more Horcruxes to take care of. He had the location of all of them. It would take some time, but he was confident that he could get the task done. Voldemort was not going to show himself anytime soon. The flat-nosed bastard was hiding in the grass like the snake he was, biding his time and gathering his venom to strike one lethal blow and topple his adversary. Too bad that said adversary had the most potent antidote inside him.
A small disturbance pulled his attention away and he looked to the side. His eyes drank in the budding curves of his best friend's sister before he smiled at her.
"Hey Gin," he greeted as he sat straight and looked at her.
He smirked when he saw her blush slightly before she smiled and walked over to sit beside him.
"Hey Harry, what are you doing here?"
Harry showed her the book. "Nothing much, just reading up," he remarked easily, leaning back as Ginny took the book from him.
"Prospiciens in Obscurum," she whispered.
"A compendium on Obscure magic, found it in the library. It seemed interesting," he replied as Ginny opened the book.
"It's barely readable," she noted, turning the pages. "All the pages are almost the same."
Harry nodded.
"It's been a little tough, but I managed somehow. Now tell me what brings you here."
Ginny looked at the book for a moment, biting her bottom lip gently as she kept her eyes down. He waited for her to get ready to say whatever she wanted to.
It seemed she was struggling with something as he saw her fidgeting, her fingers clutching the book before she released a deep breath and put the book on the table right beside his legs which were still outstretched in front of him. Harry gave her an inquisitive gaze and finally, she looked at him, her face as red as her fiery hair.
"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
Harry frowned as he pulled his legs off the table and sat properly. He turned to face Ginny slightly, who was trying will all her might to keep her eyes on his. Harry gave her a reassuring smile and nodded.
"What is it?"
Ginny looked at him for a long moment.
"Do you…" she sighed, "do you… prefer older women?"
Harry looked at her with a smile. "What makes you think that?"
Ginny looked at him nervously, but seeing his smile, she blurted it out.
"I know about Tonks and Miss Natalie!"
Harry stared at her with slightly widened eyes. Ginny was staring at him in shock as if she couldn't believe she'd just blurted it out like that.
"I see," Harry whispered as he looked at her, "and that made you think that I like older women more?"
Ginny looked at him with wide eyes as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
Her hands froze in the air, her mind went into overdrive, her heartbeat skyrocketed and her breathing stopped as she finally realized what Harry had done.
Harry Potter, the boy whom she had desired for so long, was kissing her, and she sat there, frozen in utter shock. He slowly pulled away and looked her in the eye.
"Tell me, Gin. Would I have done that if I preferred older women?"
Ginny slowly raised her fingers to her lips, lips Harry had kissed just a few seconds ago.
"You kissed me."
"I did."
"My first kiss…"
"Was it? I'm glad it was me then."
"Is this real?"
"As real as you and I."
She looked at him.
"Can you do it again?"
Harry smiled before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers once again. The only difference was that Ginny was reciprocating this time, moving her lips slowly against his. She was inexperienced, and it showed. Her lips were soft and fuller than he had expected, as they rubbed against his, and Harry slowly put his hand on her shoulder and slowly pushed her back until he was half laying on top of her.
His lips, which were caressing hers sweetly, felt like heaven. Ginny had never felt pleasure like this, and she felt like she could die without any regrets.
Harry softly caressed her cheek, brushing silky strands of her red hair to the side and softly stroking her neck. His other hand caressed her sides, and he smiled into the kiss when he rubbed the side of her breast. Her soft gasps into the kiss turned him on even more, yet he exercised control.
Slowly, Harry pulled back and looked down at her flushed face. She was breathing deeply as he hovered over her, her tits heaving inside her top, and he could see strands of hair sticking against her slightly sweaty neck. With a smile, he dove down and buried his face in her neck, and Ginny gasped. His lips sucked on her tender skin, the sheen of sweat immaterial as he feasted on her exposed neck. His teeth occasionally grazed her skin, her tongue licked her, and all Ginny could do was lay there and thread her fingers through his hair, tugging him close.
He kissed her exposed skin, his hands grabbing hers over her head and pinning them there with a wandless sticking charm before he slowly lowered them down to her ass and squeezed.
Ginny moaned and breathed erotically as she experienced pleasure previously unknown to her. His hands caressed and squeezed her ass over her jeans as his lips feasted on the exposed skin over her top. Her eyes remained closed, seemingly afraid that this dream would be over if they opened.
She felt him grab hold of her top by her waist and she offered no resistance when he pulled it over her tits. Heat shot through her as she realized only the thin material of her bra was keeping her naked tits away from his gaze. However, Harry gave no quarter just like she offered no resistance, and with one firm yank, he pulled her bra down, exposing her large tits to his gaze.
Ginny opened her eyes to see him taking in the sight of her semi-naked figure under him. He gave her a small smile and kissed her softly.
"You're beautiful, Gin," he whispered against her lips. Pleasure shot through her at his words and she looked at him with a wide smile. His fingers unbuttoned her jeans and she lifted her ass. He smiled and pulled her jeans down her thighs until her knees were freed, and left them there. At her confused look, he smiled.
"That will do for now," he whispered as his eyes trailed down her flat stomach to the space between her legs. Her knickers covered her most private area, and she knew, deep inside her heart, that it wouldn't remain that way for long.
"Please Harry," she whispered, and Harry smiled at her.
"Please what, Gin?"
Ginny whimpered.
"Touch me, Harry," she breathed out as she looked at him, and Harry smiled. He lowered himself onto the sofa and pecked her before kissing down her body. She gasped when he licked her nipples. She moaned when he sucked them. She cried out breathily when he playfully bit them. This was the best day of her life. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would be like this with Harry. It did not matter to her that she won't be the only woman in his life, and as she had admitted to Hermione, she was ready to give herself to him.
Her hands lowered until she touched his cock, and her eyes widened. Seeing it from a fair distance away did not make it real, however, touching it, feeling its length and girth, and holding it in her hand sent the point across. He was massive.
"Not today, Gin," Harry whispered as he pulled her hand away from his cock, and Ginny frowned. She looked at him as he kissed her tits before he came up and kissed her once again.
"It's about you right now, Gin. You can return the favour later. But for now, enjoy."
Ginny looked on with wide eyes as Harry kissed her abdomen and trailed a line down until he reached her navel. He licked the small button and flicked his tongue as her muscles coiled and her legs spread involuntarily. She watched as he grinned and grabbed the waistband of her knickers. With a small smile in her direction, Harry pulled it down and over her knees, depositing it right over her jeans.
Harry stared. Ginny saw him staring and blushed.
He looked up at her with a smirk.
"You expected this, didn't you?"
Ginny didn't reply. She didn't need to. The red lightning bolt of hair right over her glistening pussy was answer enough.
"I'm flattered, Gin," he smiled as he kissed her. Without any delay, he touched her pussy, and fire shot through her.
"Harry!" She cried out as he inserted a finger inside her pussy, and she moaned.
"Yes, Gin? You told me you wanted this, right? Are you having second thoughts?"
"No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head.
"Thought so," he smirked as his face hovered over her pussy. His finger slithered in and out of her, facing no restriction owing to the slick juices covering the inside of her pussy. "Merlin, you're so wet for me."
Ginny moaned when Harry planted a small kiss over her pussy before he licked over it. She shuddered when he parted her lips, exposing the pink flesh to his gaze before licking it slowly, taking his time in inflicting this pleasurable torture upon this redhead who was ready to give all of her to him.
"You won't last long, would you, Gin?" He asked rhetorically over her loud moans as he sucked the bundle of nerves right on top of her pussy. Her engorged clit had been beckoning him to suck on it for some time now, and he couldn't find it in himself to make it wait any longer. His tongue flicked her clit as his lips sucked the small hood.
All the while, Ginny could do nothing but moan loudly and writhe on the couch, her body taut and her legs spread apart as her hands fisted in his hair and she pulled him against her gushing cunt with all the power she could muster, intending to never let go.
"Cum for me, Gin," he whispered as he continued to vigorously suck her clit, "Cum for me."
"Yeah, Harry, I'm close… oh so close…"
He smiled before his hands travelled upwards and grabbed her tits, squeezing them, mauling them. His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples and his lips sucked her clit, and in no time, Ginny was crumbling.
A loud cry tore its way out of her parched throat as the youngest member of the Weasley clan became a shivering mess. Her juices leaked out of her pussy as Harry looked on, his hands keeping her legs parted. Ginny kept moaning his name as her pussy overflowed with her orgasmic juices and her eyes slowly opened to see Harry hovering over her.
"Did that answer your question?"
All Ginny could do was breathe erratically in response as Harry chuckled.
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Fleur stared at Nym with wide eyes as the metamorph finished her explanation. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be something like this.
However, she was left with a sinking feeling that what she was thinking was accurate.
"You are sure that he performed this ritual?"
Nat turned to look at Fleur and nodded.
"He explained it to me in detail. I didn't recognize it but I'm sure it has something to do with all this."
Fleur nodded.
"It doesn't have that much influence, to be honest. It simply brings the urges and feelings to the surface."
Both women looked at Fleur.
"You know of this ritual?"
Fleur nodded.
"It's known to the Veela. The ritual shall strengthen the bonds. Many think it gives rise to fake feelings and emotions, manipulating people to buy their loyalty, but it couldn't be further from the truth. A true bond will form only if there is an existing bond in place. It only acts as an introduction and nothing else."
"I felt attracted to him the moment I saw him, but I wasn't like this in the beginning. It's different now," Nym admitted. Fleur nodded.
"You found him appealing, which created a minor bond of attraction. The time you spent together, minor as it was, strengthened it and now it's stronger than ever. The ritual was created to ensure full trust between two people. However…"
Nat frowned. "However, what?"
Fleur sighed. "The ritual comes with a few unintended side-effects."
"What side-effects?" Nat asked with a frown. Fleur looked at the two women.
"There are mentions of this ritual in the Veela enclave we have in France. An old veela frequently entertains other veela with tales. I remember her mentioning this ritual once. Some believe it has a curse attached to it. Some would consider it a blessing. It depends on the person."
"Come on Fleur, get to it. What side-effect?" Nym asked agitatedly. Nat shushed her and gestured for Fleur to continue.
"Any person who performs this ritual shall have companions for life. The person shall feel a close bond with them, and they will remain truly loyal to him or her. However, when it comes to true companionship, it is impossible for this person to remain faithful to one partner."
Nat exchanged a look with Nym. It looked very similar to Harry's situation, too much in fact.
"So, you're saying that any person who performs this ritual will have multiple partners, huh?"
Fleur nodded. "The latent magic of this ritual will have a subtle influence on women whom Harry is interested in, no matter how fleeting, and he won't rest easy until he's had them. There is no possibility of him being with only one woman. He must have multiple partners. I never thought he would perform a ritual without reading up everything about it."
"He read everything about it. So did I," Nat interrupted her, "that old tome of rituals contained this one, and we read everything there was to know about it. There was no way anyone could've guessed there would be such a condition attached to it."
Fleur sighed and nodded.
"I'm sorry, it's just a lot to take in."
Nat waved her apology away. "That's not all. You mentioned side-effects, as in plural."
Fleur nodded. "The way this ritual strengthens positive feelings people might already have or will have for him, it also strengthens the negative feelings. People who hated or disliked Harry will hate or dislike him more. Their emotions will also intensify with time. I don't need to tell you how bad this can go."
Nat and Nym exchanged wide-eyed looks with each other, before looking at Fleur.
"This means he will need people loyal to him to tackle those assholes," Nym remarked, looking at Fleur with a determined glint in her eyes. Fleur nodded.
"He is a powerful wizard, there is no doubt about that. But even he will need others to fight alongside him."
"We are already with him, and we are not going anywhere," Nat intoned, looking at Nym who nodded.
"So, what have you decided, Fleur? Are you in or not?" Nym asked the gorgeous veela, who looked at her before smiling softly.
"You even need to ask? I came here to make him mine, and I'm not going back empty handed. Nor am I going to let him face his enemies without me by his side."
Nat smiled. "I'm glad to hear that."
The three witches joined hands as they looked at each other and grinned. They had taken their oaths, and it would be the standard now. Any witch who wanted to be a part of this will have to prove their loyalty by taking this binding oath or risk dying a painful death. No quarter will be given to a Judas.
To be continued…
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