OP Badass Harry Potter

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M, Multi
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Fleur Delacour/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Nymphadora Tonks, Gabrielle
Delacour/Harry Potter, Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Narcissa
Black Malfoy/Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass/Harry Potter, Luna
Lovegood/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Su Li, Luna Lovegood/Su Li, Harry
Potter/Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson/Harry Potter, Katie Bell/Harry
Potter, Harry Potter/Andromeda Black Tonks, Susan Bones/Harry
Potter, Hannah Abbott/Harry Potter, Apolline Delacour/Harry Potter
Character: Harry Potter, Fleur Delacour, Nymphadora Tonks, Gabrielle Delacour,
Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Luna
Lovegood, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Andromeda
Black Tonks, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Apolline Delacour
Additional Tags: Cheating, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Light
Bondage, Creampie, Harems, Threesome - F/F/M, Foursome - F/F/F/M,
Impregnation, Anal Sex, Character Bashing
Collections: Harry Potter FanFic Archive, My Reading List
Stats: Published: 2021-02-04 Updated: 2022-01-01 Chapters: 15/? Words:
222092

OP Badass Harry Potter

by Karmealion

Summary

When a 25 year old Harry Potter finds himself working as a problem solver for the
International Confederation of Wizards, it falls to French Delegate Fleur Delacour to keep
him motivated.

Several other women catch on and or get involved one way or another... Harry Multi

Much better writing than the name would suggest.

 Prologue - Fleur Weasley

I don't own anything related to the Harry Potter franchise

Chapter 1

It may seem ridiculous to a casual observer, but as it turns out a lot of the witches and wizards that
live in the magical world find their own little slice of land and then they stick to it faithfully for the
rest of their lives. Even with amazing and magical destinations just waiting to be discovered, these
people find that the boundaries of their comfort zone are only so big, and they don't stray too far
from them.

Well not Harry.

Unlike most other people, Harry grew up in an extremely inhospitable environment, filled with
people that he was quite happy to never see again. As part of his master plan ‘FOR THE
GREATER GOOD’ Dumbledore made arrangements for Harry to grow up in the care of willfully
ignorant child abusers so that he’d become an obedient, self-sacrificing, martyr type.

Likewise, Harry didn’t have anything to do with his old Hogwarts friends anymore. The reason for
the estrangement was pretty cut and dry, but it was also kind of sad and pathetic. A little over
halfway through Harry’s repeat of 7th year, Harry finally caught Ron and Ginny in the act of
slipping loyalty and love potions into his and Hermione’s food. Then, after a round of intense
Veritaserum fueled questioning, it was revealed that the two of them had been slipping them these
potions for over a year and a half. While a lingering sense of loyalty did manage to keep Harry
from calling the Aurors on the two of them, he still couldn’t believe that Hermione ended up taking
Ron back. She was supposed to be the intelligent one between the two of them, but she somehow
failed to see the similarity between love potions and rape. During the really bad fight that followed,
Hermione ended up calling Harry a glory seeking, narcissist, with delusions of grandeur. The line
struck Harry as being extremely similar to something that Ron would say, at which point he
decided that the two of them deserved each other.

The icing on the cake for Harry, was six months later, soon after he graduated Hogwarts, when
Charlie, George and Bill attempted to beat him up in an old fashioned Muggle bar fight for
apparently “breaking their sister’s heart.” Not one member of the Weasley family was capable of
seeing Ginny as anything but the victim, regardless of her actions.

Long story short, no… Harry never ended up settling down with all of his friends in Magical
Britain. What’s more, he didn’t feel any specific loyalty to anyone that lived there. What did he do
instead? He moved around. He moved around a lot.

Only yesterday, Harry visited South America and partied hard in the mysterious and magical city of
El-Diago. The day before that, he found a nice quiet slice of beach in magical Australia, where he
allowed some of the local women to think that he might actually stick around. The day before that
he was in Atlantis, magically holding up the entire ocean as the locals repaired some damages that
a terrorist attack caused on their water repelling wards. The day before that, he checked in on an
extremely exclusive resort that he owned located under the ice shelf on Europa, Jupiter's frozen
moon. And no, it wasn’t science fiction that made colonization of other planets possible. It was
magic…. Time, space, physical reality… All of those terms become completely meaningless in the
face of magic and the people that have the will to use it. It was a wonder to Harry that anyone ever
even bothered fighting for authority on a subpar mudball like Earth. It was far easier to just find
somewhere both new and picturesque, slap down a flag with your face on it and then lay down
some wards. The multiverse is indeed mind bendingly vast, but magic can make absolutely
anything not only attainable, but convenient...

Keeping all of the above things in mind, you might start to understand why Harry was becoming so
impatient as he listened to yet another petition placed in his lap by the International Confederation
of Wizards (ICW). Here he sat, on Earth, in the massive and ostentatious Hall where the world’s
political elite do their business, when he could be literally anywhere else in the universe doing his
own thing for fun and profit.

As he looked out at the 195 Delegates ringing the ICW Hall, he found himself thinking the same
question as usual. Why the hell am I putting myself through all of this?

The reason that Harry was invited to take part in these meetings was somewhat obvious. He was a
powerhouse of a magician the likes of which the world seldom ever sees. Too bad his problem with
attending the ICW meetings centered around a lack of motivation rather than any lack of
competency. He really wasn’t a fan of being planet earth’s on call magical handyman, putting out
fires like a landlord with a drug addict for a tenant. The humans that occupied Earth were the
problem with the Earth, and that goes double for their leadership. Even on the most peaceful of
days it was completely galling to Harry that these Delegates believed they were a part of the
solution rather than part of the problem.

Today wasn’t turning out to be one of those peaceful days…

“You will locate and then change the trajectory of a global extinction sized Asteroid that is two
days away from landing in the middle of Saskatchewan Canada,” a wizened old Councillor
demanded of Harry in an extremely pompous tone of voice.

In the moment that followed the elderly Wizard’s demand, Harry fantasized about hitting the man
with a bat bogey hex.

“I live to serve,” Harry replied instead, with absolutely no trace of sarcasm evident in his tone.

Why was Harry being so very cooperative despite his obvious issues with authority? Good
question. The answer was extremely simple. There was a very, very persuasive reason why Harry
allowed himself to perform such idiotic and exhausting tasks as conjuring eight hundred trillion
Kilograms of pure oxygen over Spain to fix an ecological disaster caused by wizards playing with
portals, or placing wards over a massive new hole in the ozone layer to stop a deadly barrage of
ultraviolet rays from frying every living thing in Brazil. Thankfully for the denizens of earth, there
actually was a single variety of payoff that the ICW was giving him that Harry couldn’t get
anywhere else, and despite his extremely frequent complaints, she really was well worth every
second of his time.

The ICW Delegate representing Magical France was none other than Fleur Isabelle Weasley… Her
skin tight white blouses, knee length pencil skirts and the gold rimmed glasses that literally
everyone knew held no refraction at all, completed the sexy librarian image that Harry just
couldn’t do without. He simply couldn’t help himself. He also didn’t want to help himself…

__________________________________________________________________________________________

Fleur Weasley… Ever the workaholic, had never allowed her hag of a mother-in-law to persuade
her to sacrifice her career in order to spawn a dozen kids. No. Not a chance. That kind of thing
could be done much, much later. At the moment, Fleur had a career to build and a world to save.
That’s right. On a far too regular basis, it was actually Fleur Dela… Oops. It was Fleur Weasley
who’s actions saved the world… Kind of. While she may not be a Harry Potter type savant, with
raw unadulterated magic leaking out of her every pore, she still had something that her emerald
eyed associate had managed to lose along the way...

She still had some fucks to give.

Fleur still cared about the world and the people living on it. She worried about her family, her
husband, France and then the rest of the Earth’s population in that order. For that reason, she
couldn’t afford to have the Atlantic ocean transforming into blood because some Devil
worshipping cult in South Africa botched a summoning ritual. She couldn’t afford to have the
leviathan worms that live near the Earth’s core growing restless because of persistent deep core
mining, leading them to start migrating towards the surface. She couldn’t have interdimensional
parasites latching onto the population of America to both feed off of and fuel their negative
emotions until they almost have a civil war. No… Fleur couldn’t have any of it. Too bad for her,
she lacked the magical power to do anything about it by herself. That was the reason why she
needed to keep Harry Potter both on earth and feeling... helpful.

Unfortunately for Fleur, there was only one surefire way of accomplishing such a thing…

__________________________________________________________________________________________

“What brings you to my office this time Fleur?” Harry bantered, as he eased back into a
conspicuously large leather couch in the corner of his office. Almost as soon as he’d crossed the
threshold into his extremely well warded ICW workspace, a very focused young Veela woman
suddenly Apparated into the room, banished all of the clothing right off of his body, dropped into a
wide kneed squat, and began huffing his balls as if they were the sweetest mountain air.

“‘Ou just altered ze course of an asteroid ze size of Paris for me.” Fleur looked up into Harry’s
eyes with his still half flaccid cock draped over the entire length of her face. “‘Ou just saved ze
entire planet from disaster… again. ‘Ou did your part for me. Now I shall complete my side of ze
bargain. What I do, I do not for ‘ou, but for ze entire world.” As soon as she finished her little
speech, Fleur drew her blouse up over her head, draped her heavy, bra covered tits across the top of
Harry’s thighs, and took a hold of his newly rock hard dick. Within the next few seconds, she
slowly eased her slack jawed mouth around one of Harry’s overlarge testicles, so that she could
begin polishing it with her tongue.

Harry could only shake his head at all of the contradictions present between Fleur’s actions,
attitude, and the well rehearsed speech that she’d just given him. Even as the woman stopped
tonguing his balls in order to kiss her way up the length of his shaft and take the head of his cock
into her O’d out little mouth, the material of her pencil skirt was bunching up atop the thick
mounds of her ass. As per usual, the panties that her spread open thighs slowly revealed were
completely soaked through, and they had been ever since she first entered his office. Fleur was
practically in heat at this point and her allure was billowing out of her body to slam against Harry
like a tidal wave. All in all, the reality of the situation was as plain as day for literally anyone with
a half a brain cell in their head. The French Veela ICW Delegate squatting in front of him was
noticeably, visibly, obviously, lusting over his body, in love with his cock and completely obsessed
with the contents of his balls.
And so she should be.

In the 5 years since Harry graduated Hogwarts, his magical core had continued to expand, and
along with the radical influx of surplus magic came an unexpected evolution. At this point, every
single aspect of Harry’s body was drastically improved, including but limited to his memory
retention and creativity, bone structure, teeth, skin, hair, eyes, cardio and physique. Disregarding
all of the new and amazing things that Harry was capable of doing, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration
to say that his physical appearance was that of masculine perfection. There was also the fact that
his core continually generated enough ambient magic to make any Veela within a 2 Kilometer
radius start ovulating. Veela are extremely sensitive to magical power as a part of their magical
heritage. A heritage to which Fleur was no exception.

Well… Whatever. If Fleur was still determined to act as if she was acting purely out of obligation,
then Harry was perfectly happy to continue screwing with her resolve. It was the results that
mattered in these kinds of situations after all, and having a terribly conflicted Fleur suck on every
last inch of his cock as if it tasted delicious was exactly the kind of result that he could get behind.
As the career woman drew more and more of his truly cumbersome cock between her beautiful,
stretched out, pillowy lips, she didn’t even seem to notice the throaty moans of arousal that she was
allowing to vibrate against his shaft. Then, over time, she began to increase her suction strength so
that every time she drew her mouth back up the length of his shaft her lips were pulled an inch
away from her face like a sleeve. After a few dozen rapid repetitions of this treatment, it started to
feel as if Fleur was trying to force the cum directly from his balls using physics rather than merely
pleasure. The woman was clearly becoming impatient to receive a fresh load of his cum.

How adorable…

With a happy sigh and a smile, Harry reached down, cupped the woman’s chin so that she’d look
up at him and then slowly drew her fake glasses away from her cheeks. “You’ve become quite the
gifted cocksucker, Delegate,” Harry complimented in a calm and businesslike tone. “I should’ve
known that you would be. You’re a very dedicated woman after all. You give a hundred and ten
percent to absolutely everything that you do. Hell… It’s gotten to the point that you really do look
like nothing more than a cum starved little cockwhore.”

After angrily popping her lips off of Harry’s cockhead, Fleur began jerking him off with both of her
hands so that she could protest her innocence. “I do zese disgraceful zings for ‘ou because ‘ou will
forsake ze entire planet eef I don’t. I do zis for ‘ou because ‘ou are a scoundrel driven by only ze
most eempure of motives. I do zis for ze sake of ze world.” At the tail end of her words, Fleur
stared Harry in the eyes as she leaned forward and forced a little more than three quarters of his
length into her mouth. When she finished swallowing as much of his cock as she was capable of
taking into the clenching heat of her throat, she wrapped a hand around what she couldn’t yet
handle and then cupped his heavy balls with her remaining hand. Not one inch of Harry’s
monstrous cock was to be left unattended. She refused to allow such a thing to happen...

“I know that you’re not really a slut,” Harry graciously allowed, acting as if he believed every
single word that the hyper aroused Veela was saying. “I also never said that you’re a whore. I
merely pointed out that you’re getting really, really good at impersonating one. You’re the type of
woman that gets very good at the things that you do. In fact, I’d say that you’re a world class
cocksucker at this point. No one else is as driven to excel as you are. No one else makes my cock
look as delicious as you do. No one else swallows on my cock while it's lodged deep down their
throat like you do. No one else moans while enjoying the scent of my balls like you do. No one
else leaks pussy juices down their thighs like you do. No one else allows their eyes to glaze over,
cross, and then drift into the back of their head like you do. No… No one else sucks my cock
anywhere near as voraciously as you do Fleur, and it’s not because you’re a Veela… I’ve had
Veela before, several of them in fact. You my dear, are a breed apart. You’re gifted. You’re a cock
sucking genius. You missed your calling…”

Fleur never once stopped dragging her elastic tight lips up and down Harry’s cock the entire time
he described her in vulgar terms and debased her, and while her eyes burned with poorly feigned
outrage, her mouth clamped down along his shaft even harder with every single word that he said.
By the time Harry finished calling her a cock sucking genius, you could see the outline of his shaft
through the lining of her mouth because she was creating a vacuum tight sucking seal with her lips.
Fleur needed to finish Harry off like right this second. She needed to make him cum. She needed
to.

“I will admit, it’s a little inconvenient that you’ve spoiled me to such an extreme,” Harry continued
as he ran his hands softly through Fleur’s infinitely soft silver hair. I have an absurdly high,
magically bolstered libido after all. Even after you make me cum harder than I ever thought
possible, I find myself in need of relief within an hour or two at the very most. My magic wants me
to breed a woman to secure the Potter legacy. Unfortunately for me, that same magic keeps either
destroying or negating all of the anti-conception magics that I use, which means I live my life with
balls packed to bursting and nowhere safe to put it all. Of course, now that I’ve become used to
your... tender ministrations, I have trouble taking care of such things myself. I’m starting to fear I
might accidentally knock up some completely forgettable witch that I run into in a nearby tavern...”

With every word of Harry’s completely fake and made up dilemma, Fleur’s sucking mouth and
swallowing throat picked up in both speed and intensity, until finally she was bobbing up and down
his length at an absolutely ludicrous pace and slamming her mouth against the hand that was
wrapped around his base.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re becoming jealous,” Harry happily groaned out as
he reached down and hefted Fleur’s heavy tits into his hands. “You needn’t be. Your stomach is by
far my favorite place to dump all of my semen and these huge fucking tits of yours are fantastic
even when they’re still contained in a bra. Never fear Fleur… Even if I’m forced to take a wife out
of wedlock, I’ll never grow tired of feeding my cum directly down your tight little throat.”

As the idea that Harry might have to take a wife crashed through Fleur’s mind like a bull in a China
shop, she suddenly found that the fingers she had wrapped around the base of his cock were in the
way of her best efforts. After drawing her lips up his shaft towards his head with as much licking
and sucking as she could possibly provide, Fleur moved the offending hand out of the way to join
her other hand fondling at his balls. Then, with a small grunt of effort, she basically threw herself
forward with all of her core strength, attempting to force the entirety of his cock down her poor
resisting gullet. She failed. She gagged and spluttered around his shaft, but she didn’t back down
this time like she had so often in the past. No. Not today… She tried again, and again, and again.
Over the next 4 or 5 minute’s time, Fleur continued to heave herself forward, dragging her lips
mere millimeters further along his shaft with every few repetitions until finally, she managed to
wrench her mouth down the remaining three inches of his cock. She’d done it! She’d achieved a
completely flawless deepthroat of Harry’s massive dick for the very first time! She had the flesh of
his balls resting against her chin and her nose resting deep within his short and curly pubes.

Oh Gods…

In an immediate and dramatic reaction to both the excitement caused by her accomplishment and
the musky scent of Harry’s balls, Fleur flushed a deep shade of red, goose bumps grew along every
inch of her body, she trembled from head to toe and a puddle of juices splashed out of her furiously
convulsing pussy. With no airway left to scream her sudden orgasm, Fleur found herself moaning
against every single millimeter of Harry’s shaft and head. She squealed and swallowed
convulsively on his dick, and her hands pawed at Harry’s thighs and stomach muscles. Then, as if
in response to her climax, Harry’s cock started lurching and trembling deep within her throat. Fleur
immediately redoubled her efforts, sucking on the entirety of his majestic dick and licking at his
balls to the best of her ability. It was happening. He was cumming. Harry was finally cumming.
She was finally getting his seed. He was finally giving her what she needed...

With an enthusiastic grunt and a smile on his face, Harry wrapped both of his hands around the
back of Fleur’s head, held her mouth nice and tight against his balls and then stared down into her
unblinking gaze. “Good girl,” he groaned out as he felt a tsunami of boiling cum bottlenecking
against the base of his shaft. I swear Fleur, you’re literally the hungriest cucksucker on the face of
the planet. Go ahead then. Take your daily allotment if my cum. Take it all. You’ve earned it.”

With only the smallest of nods because her throat was currently impaled upon his cock, Fleur
began swallowing as quickly as she could against every millimeter of his shaft. She didn’t stop
swallowing when Harry let go of her head and started pinching her nipples instead. She didn’t stop
swallowing when Harry’s cumvein expanded and his dick spasmed in her mouth. She didn’t stop
swallowing when dozens of cum loads started launching from his cockhead deep within her throat.
She didn’t stop swallowing when his cum was too thick and she couldn’t keep up with the flow of
it. She didn’t stop swallowing when 30 seconds had already passed and Harry still wasn’t finished
filling her with cum. She didn’t stop swallowing when her throat started spasming and her body
began visibly demanding oxygen. She didn’t stop swallowing when her eyes started fluttering and
her consciousness began to wane. No. Fleur Isabelle Weasley didn’t stop swallowing on the shaft
of Harry’s cock for anything at all until it appeared for all the world like she intended to asphyxiate
herself on his cock and his cum.

In the end, it was Harry who brought Fleur’s reckless cum swallowing to an end, when he grabbed
the back of her head by her ponytail, dragged his cock out of her furiously resisting throat and then
released another half dozen cumshots into her newly gasping mouth. Even as Fleur coughed and
panted for air, she kept her mouth around his cockhead and her tongue splayed out to receive his
seed. Fleur was, bar none, the thirstiest cum drinker that Harry had ever seen in his whole entire
life.

It was completely adorable.

Of course Harry knew what Fleur really wanted from him right now and it wasn’t for him to give
her flowers and a box of chocolates...

Almost immediately after Fleur finished coughing, spluttering and drawing in a deep lungful of air,
Harry suddenly smiled and then dragged her mouth right back down the length of his shaft. It
seemed like the man cared nothing for her comfort just so long as he knew she’d survive. Fleur
almost came again in response. Harry was treating her as if she was nothing but a sex toy that he
could use to masterbate with. He was scrubbing her tightly sealed lips up and down the length of
his still cumming cock as if she were a vacuum designed specifically for his seed. She loved it. She
couldn’t get enough of it. Fifteen seconds later, when the volume of his cumshots finally started
decreasing, Harry withdrew her mouth to the head of his dick and then held her body perfectly still
with implacable strength. He used her. He used her mouth as nothing more than a cumdump.
Fleur’s thighs rubbed together as her untouched little pussy dripped, clenched and convulsed in a
brand new state of orgasm. She moaned deep in her overtaxed throat as she luxuriated in the
delicious taste of Harry’s seed. She wrapped her trembling arms around Harry’s waist as she felt
the thick, gluey mass of his semen coating her entire esophagus. She tried not to swallow for as
long as possible in order to fully enjoy the sensation of it all. She focused on the taste, and smell of
his cum as if she was a wine connoisseur sampling a million dollar vintage. She polished Harry’s
dickhead clean with her tongue so that no seed would be left behind. She reveled in the moment,
and she kept her Icey blue eyes locked on Harry’s the whole entire time.

In the moments that followed, Harry began affectionately rubbing and lightly scratching at Fleur’s
scalp and she was forced to apply huge amounts of willpower not to rub her face against his hand.
She didn’t. She couldn’t. She did the opposite instead. As if Harry’s attempts to be kind to her were
a signal of some kind, she suddenly released her arms from around his waist, linked them together
behind her back and then sat as still as a statue with her lips firmly pursed around his shaft. Harry
immediately knew exactly what she wanted, and as per usual the man took his time. Ever so
slowly, inch by delicious inch, he thrust his dick all the way down her throat, and then he slowly,
ever so slowly pulled it back out, allowing her lips to milk his dick for any traces of ejaculate that
remained in his shaft. When his cock popped free from within her mouth, it was as clean as it
would ever be, and that was with magic spells that could banish away even microscopic traces of
dirt and grime. Finally, after easing back to rest her ass on her calves, Fleur looked up into Harry’s
eyes with as impassive an expression as she could muster. “Are you satisfied with my services
‘Arry?”

Rather than answer with words, Harry slowly reached out, took up Fleur’s right hand and gently
drew it back to his goose egg sized testicles. Over the following half a minute, Fleur actually felt
his balls rapidly and seemingly violently refilling with what had to be at least a million
preternaturally virile sperm. Her hand started idly rubbing at his balls again as she started
trembling and squirming where she sat. “Zis… Zis ees a real problem Arry,” Fleur panted out in a
shaken up little voice. “Een our agreement, I promised zat I would satisfy all of your lecherous
needs. I am a married woman, but… My promise. My bargain… Eef ze situation ees as ‘ou say eet
ees... zen only sex, real vaginal sex will bring ‘ou any relief…”

Harry’s eyes suddenly grew dark, pained and mercurial as he drew Fleur’s hand away from his
crotch and held it tightly to his chest instead. “You don’t need to worry about that Fleur. I won't
ask you to cheat on your husband. I bully and objectify you sure, but despite everything I do to you,
I do still consider us friends. I refuse to destroy the sanctity of your marriage for the sake of my
own satisfaction. Tomorrow morning, I’ll head to the Veela enclave, where I’ll find a few half
Veela to satisfy my needs. Half Veela such as yourself generally only conceive female children...
What this means is I’ll be relatively safe from knocking them up as long as I force my body to
generate only Y chromosome sperm. Thankfully for me, my magic wants me to sire a male heir to
be the next Potter family Lord. I’m fairly certain that my plan will work.”

Standing up and summoning himself a pair of boxer shorts, Harry moved towards a nearby bank of
windows. He stared off into the orange lit sky of early twilight as if he were extremely deep in
thought..

“………………….Wait, ‘Arry… I…. I made a promise,” Fleur whispered in a surprisingly demure

tone of voice. “I made a promise to satisfy ‘ou een payment for saving ze world over and
over………….. I will not……. No… I refuse to shirk from my responsibilities…..”

It was a bit of a challenge, but Harry did manage to wipe the shit eating grin off of his face before
turning back around….

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To Be Continued

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Chapter 2

“……………………….Wait, ‘Arry… I…. I made a promise,” Fleur whispered in a surprisingly

demure tone of voice. “I made a promise to satisfy ‘ou een payment for saving ze world over and
over again………….. I will not……. No. I refuse to shirk my responsibilities…..”

Turning back away from the twilit orange background outside his office window, Harry took in the
unabashedly hungry expression on Fleur Weasley’s stunningly beautiful face. Presumably, the
woman was attempting to act like a strict business professional that was merely trying to fulfill her
obligations, but if that was the case then she was failing in a fantastically noticeable way. Maybe it
was Harry’s new and dramatically improved height, bone structure and muscle tone that was acting
in his favor. Maybe it was the fact that he was only wearing a pair of thin white boxer shorts over
his more than impressive cock. Maybe it was how waves of his powerful magic were filling his
office to capacity. Whichever straw it was that finally broke the camel’s back, Harry didn’t really
care. All that he cared about at the moment was the fact that Fleur Weasley had just claimed
responsibility for slaking his sexual needs.

All of his needs...

Harry had a great many needs where Fleur was concerned.

Across the room, on the floor next to the couch, Fleur shivered from head to toe and then crossed
her arms under her bra clad breasts. It was almost as if she could sense the direction of Harry’s
thoughts.

In an immediate response to the skittishness and uncertainty that he still saw in Fleur’s body
language, Harry squared his shoulders towards the woman, and then pointed at the floor at his feet.
“Come here Fleur.”

Rising to her feet on legs that were still a little bit wobbly from orgasm, Fleur moved quickly in
order to obey Harry’s command. In the light of the setting sun and dressed in only her blue bra and
pencil skirt, the French Veela looked every inch the sex goddess that she really was. Her hair was a
lustrous platinum blonde that contrasted perfectly with her completely flawless milky white skin.
Her eyes were a startling icey blue that were offset by her cute button nose and full pouty lips. Her
breasts were lush, full and gravity defying, her belly was tone and slim, and her ass filled out every
inch of her skirt without being the least bit flabby. In a very real way, Fleur Weasley was just a few
steps away from being a real life Succubus. She was a truly hypnotic magical creature that uses a
mixture of sublime beauty and overt sexual magnetism as both a weapon and a lure. What’s more,
she was staring at Harry’s body as if he was a cake and she was on a diet.

When Fleur finally arrived in front of Harry, she attempted to fall to her knees again, only for his
arms to catch her by the shoulders, spin her around, and pull her flush to his body. By the time she
finished gasping in surprise, she had Harry’s right forearm wrapped firmly around her neck, pulling
her shoulders back into his chest. Over the 20 to 30 seconds that followed, she squirmed feebly in
his grasp, feeling his muscular arm coiling around her neck, his left hand pressing firmly into her
lower belly, and his bulge rubbing against her lower back and ass. Fleur was caught. She was
helpless. She was burning up…

“Now you listen to me, Fleur,” Harry whispered into her ear in little more than a growl. “You’ve
decided to take full responsibility for the sex that I was going to have with several of my lovers. For
that reason, I’m not going to go easy on you and I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied. I know
that your Veela heritage will restore your pussy to virgin tightness almost immediately after we
finish. I’m aware that there won’t be any long lasting physical changes to your body after we’re
done here today. Nevertheless, I’m being completely serious with you right now. If we do this, I
am going to ruin you for your husband. You will never be satisfied with what he has to offer you
ever again. Are you sure this is a sacrifice that you’re willing to make?”

By the time Harry was finished delivering his ultimatum, Fleur was panting for air, grinding her
ass back against his cock and rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. “I... promised to…
service… ‘ou.”

With a small, almost unnoticeable roll of his eyes, Harry banished Fleur’s pencil skirt right off of
her body, and then allowed the hand that he had resting on her tummy to slide down towards her
soaking wet panties. Even as he continued to whisper into Fleur’s ear, his fingers dipped beneath
the blue fabric to run over both her clit and her pussy lips. “Your dedication is very commendable
Fleur. Very… brave. Please try not to regret it in the future, when you toss and turn at night
fantasizing about my cock...”

“I already… do,” Fleur admitted in a long drawn out moan as her pussy released a clear liquid all
over Harry’s hand. Then she suddenly tensed up in alarm at how she’d just blurted out the truth,
and it was a testament to Harry’s sex appeal that she didn’t completely snap out of her arousal.
Despite her current state of quickly growing panic, she couldn’t even begin to resist the sensations
that he was evoking in her. His arms felt too hard wrapped around her body. His cock felt too hot
pressing against the globes of her ass. His fingers felt too electric rubbing against the folds of her
overwhelmed little pussy. Every little thing that he was doing to her was simultaneously far too
much to bear and far too little to cope with. With emotions that were likewise racing out of control,
Fleur found that she couldn’t force herself to take back what she’d just admitted. She was caught.
She was revealed. There were no convenient denials that she could make this time.

“Don’t even bother worrying Fleur. I’ve been aware of how I make you feel for quite a while
now,” Harry offered in a quiet but calm tone of voice. “I never mentioned it before because
whether or not you act on any of your desires has never been up to me... Until now that is... You’ve
blown it now Fleur. You just served yourself up to me atop a silver platter, and I’m not kind
enough to let you leave here with just a warning. You’re not leaving this room until I’ve had my
way with every last inch of your outrageous fucking body. Until I say otherwise, you’re mine...”

Fleur’s entire body began vibrating in excitement even before Harry slowly curled his middle
finger into the tight wet heat of her smoldering little pussy. The feeling of his calloused fingers
rubbing against her most sensitive flesh was almost enough to send her into an immediate climax
because of her out of control arousal. Fleur was so unbelievably elated to finally have no control
over the situation, her legs almost buckled when Harry’s forearm suddenly dropped away from her
neck. Needless to say, she was completely ecstatic when he grabbed a fist full of her right breast
instead and the tight control that he had on her body was returned. “Oui, yes, do eet ‘Arry. ‘Ou may
use my body as ‘ou wish,” Fleur finally managed to breath out in a squeaky little voice.

“In every position imaginable until you’re a sweat and cum covered heap on my bed,” Harry softly
whispered, just loud enough for Fleur to overhear. Then he was pressing his mouth into the skin of
her neck and rubbing at her stomach just below her belly button. “I’m very pleased with your
commitment, Fleur… I think I’ll even allow you to choose the position we’ll use when I first split
you open on my cock. Go ahead. Show me how you want me to make use of you.”

After just a moment’s thought, Fleur moved quickly across the room, eased onto the bed and then
rolled over onto her back, but that’s not all. Without being asked to do so, she vanished the lingerie
off of her body, and then stared back at Harry with her legs spread wide open in the air. “While I
am willing to fulfil most, if not all of your most lecherous desires, I want to use missionary position
first. I… I want to see ‘ou, all of ‘ou, ze first time ‘ou penetrate me.”

With an understanding nod of his head, Harry vanished the boxer briefs that had pooled around his
ankles, and then waved a hand in Fleur’s direction. Over the next few seconds, a series of black
velvet ropes twined around Fleur’s wrists and ankles before tying themselves to all four corners of
the bed. In no time at all, Fleur’s body was bound tightly in place with her arms and legs splayed
out at nearly ninety degree angles from her body. With a second wave of his hand, a large pillow
was summoned to prop up Fleur’s upper body, positioning her head so that she was staring down at
her vulnerable little pussy.

“I… I’m ‘elpless,” Fleur gasped, as she watched her completely defenceless pussy drip, tremble
and contract over nothing but empty air. “I’m going to be taken and zere’s nozzing I can do about
eet.”

Walking over to the edge of the bed, Harry shook his head at the Veela’s misconception. “You’ve
always been helpless Fleur. I’ve allowed you the freedoms that you’ve enjoyed up until now out of
goodwill and because you’re such an excellent cocksucker. Well no more…” Without another
word, Harry eased forward onto the bed and stared down at Fleur’s pussy from extremely close
range. “So pretty,” he whispered, just loud enough for Fleur to hear. “If I didn’t know exactly how
slutty this Veela body of yours is, I’d almost imagine that you’re a virgin.”

“As ‘ou say, I am a Veela,” Fleur breathlessly retorted. “Ze fact zat I only took a few men to bed
before marriage makes me a saint...”

“I know,” Harry agreed, as he eased his face even closer to Fleur’s pussy. “Still… The fact of the
matter is that you’ve allowed other men to use this deceptively perfect pussy of yours, and I simply
can’t abide by that. You will have to be… sanitized.”

While at first Fleur became nervous that Harry was rejecting her, she started to calm down when
he looked more amused than disappointed. With a small wave of his arm, a small orb of water
grew into place over his hand where it began sloshing around his fingers like an amorphous
moving glove.

“Oh sure, I could use magic to make sure you’re hygienic,” Harry began in a businesslike tone.
“The fact of the matter is that I trust old fashioned Muggle methods more when it comes to things
like this. I want to see you cleaned with my very own eyes. I want to make sure that your pretty
little pussy is scrubbed clean both inside and out… Warm soapy water is best for chores such as
this, and thankfully for you, I’m no stranger to scullery work.” With a small but happy smile, Harry
looked at his water covered hand, nodded when it suddenly became soapy, and then looked Fleur
in the eyes as it started flowing in a circular motion. Despite the fast speed that the water was
rotating in, the shape that it formed into was unmistakably long and cylindrical.

With a small gasp and a squeak, Fleur suddenly realized exactly what Harry had in mind. She
should’ve known… She never even suspected… Harry was far too unpredictable… In her
desperate desire to skip all of the teasing that Harry was planning for her, Fleur suddenly released a
thick cloud of her allure to blanket his entire body and draw him into a sexual frenzy. It didn’t
work. While the man definitely felt her efforts, after shaking out his head, he gave her a meaningful
look and a wink. Damn… She was in for it now...

With one last cursory glance at the long cylinder of steaming water covering his hand, Harry
nodded his satisfaction and then drew it down towards Fleur’s over-excited pussy. Over the next
half a minute, Harry teased Fleur’s pussy lips, running hot slippery water over her sensitive flesh in
an endless series of unpredictable speeds and pressures. Over the remaining half a minute, the
water slowly began spreading Fleur open as it sought to scour the flesh deeper within.

Fleur felt like crying as a mixture of helpless desire and unfulfilled need rampaged around in her
mind. It was all too much. It was all nowhere near enough. The endlessly scrubbing water brought
her to the very peak of orgasm within no time at all, only to back off on a dime, leaving her
unfulfilled. It swelled inside of her until she was arching her back and clawing at the bed, then it
receded and she was left feeling empty inside. Over and over the water grew and receded inside of
her as if Harry was channeling the ocean itself to purify her of all of her past experiences. It was
official. Harry was killing her. He was going to tease her to death and she had no one but herself to
blame. “‘Aarrry,” Fleur finally slurred out in an extremely sloppy voice. “I am clean for ‘ouuu…
My pussy eees spotless, I swear eeeet.”

With a small thoughtful grunt, Harry removed his hand from the lips of Fleur’s pussy but he left
the water behind to continue teasing her. Rising to his knees on the bed, he eased forward until his
ballsack pressed against her pussy lips and his cock lay heavily across the lion’s share of her
stomach. It was a dramatic visual and Harry saw Fleur whimper at just the sight of it. They both
knew what they were looking at, as well as what it meant. When Harry finally entered Fleur, she’d
be stretched to an extent that most women simply couldn’t handle. This was one of several rea-sons
why Harry liked having sex with Veela. Their pussies were quite literally magical and could take
everything that he had to give them. Still…

“This is my last warning to you Fleur,” Harry growled with his fingers pinching and pulling on
Fleur’s stiff little nipples. “If I enter you, your whole viewpoint on what getting fucked even is will
change forever.” As he spoke, he allowed the water teasing Fleur’s pussy to finally return to where
it came from.

“Ze Earth needs ‘Arry Potter, so I do what I must,'' Fleur immediately replied in a trembling and
nearly frantic voice. Despite the stoic dignity that her words attempted to convey, her facial
expression held nothing but unfeigned desperation and her body was squirming lustfully in the
bindings. The reality of the situation was clear. If Harry left Fleur hanging at this point, she’d
completely lose her mind.

It was adorable...

Without another word, Harry, slowly wrapped his hands around Fleur’s tiny little waist, and pushed
the head of his cock passed the elastically tight lips of her furiously convulsing pussy. In one long
but slow movement, he continued to shove his dick inch after inch into the overheated,
overlubricated, silky smooth, tightly contracting muscle that made up her sex. By the time he was
just halfway inside of her, Fleur’s mouth was wide open, her eyes were drifting into the back of her
head and her lungs were emptying in a long drawn out, warbling moan that didn’t sound the least
bit human. Fleur Weasley was being introduced to her Delacour family heritage by force. She was
cumming like an animal. She was a Veela that was taking a huge dick from a Merlin caliber wizard
and her body was reacting accordingly.

Harry didn’t stop when Fleur’s breathing became irregular and she looked like she might black out.
He wasn’t even fully inside of her yet and he wasn't going to wait anymore. With a groan of self
restraint and tightly controlled effort, he pressed his cock further and further into Fleur’s pussy,
aiming to get himself balls deep as quickly as he could without causing the woman damage. He
almost didn’t have to worry about it. Fleur was so overexcited, she took to his cock as if she was
made for it. Less than 30 seconds after Harry first penetrated the woman, he managed to slam his
cock home inside of her and slap his balls against the infinitely soft globes of her ass. The head of
his cock was making a visible little dent in Fleur’s belly about 2 and ½ inches above her navel and
both Harry and Fleur ended up staring at it in amazement.

“Full. So full. So thick. So long. So electric. You’re filling my most sacred of places. You’re
slamming your ‘ead against my womb! Tellement incroyable!” At the tail end of her out of control
and barely understandable outburst, Fleur’s mouth suddenly went slack and her eyes glazed over.
For the next 15 seconds, she twitched in her bindings as an explosion of orgasmic bliss made her
nervous system go completely haywire.

One thing was immediately obvious. Fleur’s body was on a hair trigger in regards to anything
Harry related, which considering the fact that she was a married woman, really didn’t bode well for
her future mental health.

While waiting for Fleur to finish... ‘acclimating’ to Potter dick, a sly smile suddenly grew across
Harry’s face. Right now was a pretty good time to remind Fleur that she was nothing more than a
pussy to fuck, a hot sucking mouth, and a nice pair of tits.

Of course, in reality, objectifying someone like Fleur Weasley is never quite so simple...

The real trick to triggering Fleur’s masochism kink is that she doesn’t actually get off on her
partner being mean to her. Instead it's more of a tight rope walk where you maintain a perfect
balance of hot and cold, gentle and domineering. Fleur has no interest in being treated like she’s
worthless. Instead, she wants to be treated like she’s very highly valued, but for an exceedingly
demeaning purpose.

With all that in mind, Harry slowly and gently cupped Fleur’s angelically beautiful face and then
reached further back to drag her head off of the pillow by her ponytail. With a casual disregard to
the fact that he was testing Fleur’s flexibility, he held her head so that she was staring directly
down at her belly button. Then, with Fleur as a captive audience and losing it in her excitement, he
angled his cock to create a larger than normal bump in her belly when he hilted himself inside of
her.

“You said that you wanted to witness the moment that I first fill you, Delegate, so make sure to
commit every last part of this to memory,” Harry whispered, as he slowly thrust his cock inside of
her. “Memorize how absurdly deep my cock is reaching inside of you. Memorize how spread open
you are around my shaft. Memorize how tightly your pussy is wrapping around my cock.
Memorize how hot, wet and slippery you’ve become. Memorize how your core muscles tighten up
when I try to pull out of you. Memorize how your pussy lips are dragging along my shaft like a
skin tight sleeve. Memorize how hungrily your pussy is taking me when I thrust back into you.
Memorize it all Fleur, because it’s all completely incredible. It's also incredible how every inch of
your body is trembling in excitement, and your perfect little nipples are hard enough to cut glass.
Gods Fleur… It’s incredible just how fucking slutty your body really is... I’ll admit it. I’m
completely amazed by you… You really are the sexiest piece of ass that I’ve ever met in all of my
travels. I don’t think that any other woman on this entire worthless planet takes dick with anywhere
near the innate skill and flawless execution that you do. When I save the world again in the future,
and I’m certain that I will, it's only going to be so that I can continue draining my cum into both
your mouth and your perfect little pussy. Congratulations Delegate Weasley. Your ultra-lewd
fucktoy of a body is the only thing standing between the Earth and total annihilation…”

“Hoohhhhhh‘Aarrryy, ‘ooouu devil, I cum, I cum,” Fleur gasp/moaned, as Harry reduced her to an
orgasmic puddle of limbs with flawless precision and impeccable technique. Every single word
that he’d just said. Every single movement that he’d just made. It had all been perfect. Perfect!
How did he know? How did he always know?! This was it. This was the end. Fleur was going to
die. Fleur was going to get fucked to death by Harry Potter. Or perhaps this was already heaven?
When her eyes fluttered open again, the borderline evil expression on Harry’s far too handsome
face managed to dissuade her away from that notion. The man was the farthest thing from angelic
that Fleur could possibly imagine… Then Harry started moving again, and Fleur’s brain found
itself fully occupied with several other more pressing matters. Every single time Harry’s massive,
flared out cockhead was pulled from within her greedily sucking pussy, it dragged layer after
tightly clenching layer of pussy meat towards her outer lips, and rendered her completely delirious
with pleasure. Likewise, during the womb thumping thrusts that always followed, Fleur convulsed
into a perfect state of euphoria paired with a soul deep primal satisfaction. She was being filled!
She was being filled so good! Harry was using her body for his satisfaction! What’s more, Harry
hadn’t immediately cum like she’d grown to expect over the years. Gods and Goddesses save
her… Every single second of Harry Potter’s sex was perfect, flawless, carnal, bliss!

Squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch,
plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap,
squelch, plap, squelch, plap…

Over and over again, Harry forced his cock out of Fleur’s endlessly clenching pussy, and then
slammed himself home again with a groan of thinly veiled relief. Fleur moaned. He moaned. They
both shook in pleasure. They both gasped at how oversensitive they were. Fleur came again and
again… Harry didn’t....

He made a point not to.

Oh sure, if Harry weren’t cheating with magic then yeah, he would’ve cum within just a few
minutes exactly like Fleur was. There was no doubt about it. Fleur’s pussy was by a large margin
the best that he’d ever had, and that was despite the fact that he’d fucked several full blooded
Veelas in the past. The wet sucking sounds that Fleur’s hungry little pussy created as he pulled out
of her were obscene in the extreme. Likewise, Fleur’s long drawn out and almost musical moans
made it sound as if she was experiencing an extremely pleasurable form of torture. Then there was
the fact that Fleur was Harry's absolute ideal when it came to physical attraction. If he had a strike
zone then she was it, and that was with her fully clothed and glaring angrily at him. Right now,
with Fleur on her back, legs spread, boobs bouncing, face flushed and mouth agape… Fuuuuck…
Despite his vast experience, Harry was still just a man. Fleur’s legs were long, leonine and smooth
as silk when he ran his hands along her sides. Her ribs were just a little bit visible un-der what
could only be described as an ideal level of physical fitness, and her belly button was small and
adorable. Her tits were, (in a word that’s used far too often), perfect. Damn it all, her breasts could
only be described as perfect because they were magically designed to be that way! They were
large, full, round, wonderful globes of creamy white skin, capped with pale pink little nipples.
They were perfect! The way Fleur’s tits wobbled and slapped together when Harry’s hips crashed
into her ass could inspire world famous poetry or make kings go to war. Then, when Harry took a
hold of her perfectly round, beautifully sculpted ass cheeks, he just couldn’t stop himself from
using them as handholds to double the speed that he was fucking her. While he was almost
immediately forced to use magic to keep himself from spilling inside of her irresistible little pussy,
the end result was gratifying. Less than 2 minutes later, Fleur turned a hot, nearly incandescent red
again, moaned long and loud like a whore and gushed a thick wave of femcum all over his cock
and balls.
Woah… That was fucking beautiful. Harry was going to have to commit that moment to a Pensieve
memory. Still… It was time to change up the formula....

When Fleur stopped shaking and shivering her way through an orgasm so strong it caused a
starburst nebula of lights to flash across her vision, she was dismayed to find her arms and legs
were free from their bindings and her pussy was no longer being stretched by a well hung cock.
Whipping her head all around the room, she found Harry leaning back against the headboard right
next to her head and looking down at her with a look of fond indulgence.

“I think you forgot who it is that’s supposed to be servicing who, Delegate Weasley,” Harry
whispered in an annoyingly self satisfied tone of voice. “Don’t get me wrong Fleur, I’m all for
rough fucking you all night long, but for the sake of our current trial run. I think it’s time that you
show me what you can do…”

“Are ‘ou going to continue cheating wiz magic like ‘ou ‘ave been up till now,'' Fleur immediately
challenged, while drawing herself up off of the bed and crawling like a cat to within an inch of
Harry’s face. “I know very well just ‘ow magnificent my pussy really ees ‘Arry. I also know
exactly ‘ow beautiful my breasts are and zat ze mere sight of zem makes ‘ou cum like an ape... ‘Ou
‘ave been ‘olding back your seed some-’ow using magic, and we both know eet.”

After arching his eyebrows at both Fleur’s insight and ingrained confidence, Harry smiled and
gently cupped her tits in his palms. “You’re really something special Delegate Weasley. I’m
curious though. Are you really asking me to relax my control and cum inside of you?”

“I am only asking ‘ou not to cheat and defeat ze purpose of what I am doing,” Fleur immediately
retorted.

“Bold words coming from a woman as healthy and fertile as you,” Harry pointed out.

“No woman een ze entire ‘iistory of ze Delacour family ‘as ever sired a boy,” Fleur countered with
a serious expression on her face. “Eef ‘ou are eendeed only generating male sperm right now, zen I
‘ave nozzing to fear from ‘ou. Of course, ‘ou may try to be ze first to conceive a male child off of a
Delacour, but much better men zan ‘ou ‘ave tried and failed.”

“Who were these much better men?” Harry asked, as he drew Fleur’s waist down onto his lap.

“None come to mind,” Fleur quietly admitted, as she ran one hand through Harry’s hair and
wrapped the other one around his cock. Rising to her knees over Harry’s waist, Fleur pressed her
tits against the man’s face and ran the head of his dick up and down the lips of her soaking wet
pussy. She was trying to tease Harry into a frenzy. Too bad, she feared that it might be working on
her better than it was working on him. Then she twitched, gasped and smiled when Harry’s mouth
began sucking greedily on one of her nipples and his hands cupped around the globes of her ass.
She could feel the urgency that Harry was feeling in the way that he was groping her. She could
feel his muscles twitching with hard pressed self-restraint. She could feel that he wanted her soon
and hard and repeatedly. She could also feel her womb throbbing deep in her belly in a way that
she’d never experienced before.

“Are you going to ride me,” Harry asked as if he were reminding Fleur about something she’d
forgotten.

“I’m not merely going to ride ‘ou Arry, I’m going to milk ‘ou completely dry,” Fleur breathed
directly into Harry’s ear, as she eased her elastic tight pussy lips around the crown of his cock.
“I’m going to service your cock unteel ‘ou beg me for mercy.” During the word mercy, Fleur took
the plunge and took Harry’s cock balls deep inside of her pussy. As she should have expected
would happen, immediately after his cockhead thumped against her womb her eyes fluttered shut,
her mouth dropped open, her body stiffened up, and her hands raked 10 red lines down the length
of Harry’s back. “Fuuuuuuuck,” she groaned out, completely by accident. She was cumming. She
was cumming hard. Harry’s body, Harry’s cock, Harry’s sex. The man was her kryptonite. His sex
was everything that she’d ever wanted from a lover and so much more. If only the one man that
could fuck her this good was her husband and not some amoral womanizer...

As if to accentuate Fleur’s current frustration, Harry chose that exact moment to give her a sharp
slap to her right ass cheek, leaving a perfect red handprint behind that she’d need to either heal or
conceal later on. To her not so secret shame, Fleur immediately moaned in intense arousal and
spilled pussy juices all over Harry’s lap. Gods help her… Harry always knew exactly what she
needed and exactly when to give it to her. She didn’t know if she resented him for it or loved him
for it, but whatever the feeling was, it was powerful.

Despite the fact that a climax was still rippling her pussy along every inch of Harry’s dick, Fleur
forced herself to rise to her knees and then slowly drop back down. Goddesses… Once again, her
insides clenched and her womb completed a needy little flip flop deep inside of her tummy. She
tried again, then again, until finally she was able to move without interruption. Slowly at first and
then a little faster with every repetition, Fleur’s ass rose and then dropped, impaling her pussy on
Harry’s rock hard length. When Harry attempted to assist her movements by holding her hips, she
grabbed his hands and cupped them over her tits instead. She didn’t want his help, and romantic,
loving sex was out of the question. No. She wanted to make Harry hot for her. She wanted to make
Harry needy for her. She wanted to make Harry cum for her.

Then Fleur had an idea.

Dropping to Harry’s lap with his cock hilted balls deep inside of her, Fleur began belly dancing her
pussy along the length of his cock. She ground her ass into his thighs as she gyrated her hips
around his lap, and she squeezed his cock in her pussy with the skill of a professional courtesan.
Too bad the change of position hadn’t fixed Fleur’s primary dilemma. The thick domineering meat
of Harry’s cock rubbed against every single nerve ending that her overstimulated pussy had to
offer, and his crown was pressing firmly against the entrance to her womb. Long story short,
Harry’s cock felt like hot hard heaven inside of her unbelievably sensitive pussy, and every move
that she made sent her that much closer to orgasm. As her pleasure quickly escalated, Fleur bit her
lower lip and attempted to focus on other things. She tried to keep her mind on how she moved and
how sexy it would look from Harry’s perspective, but it was impossible to ignore the massive dick
that was stretching her to her limits. Without even intending to, Fleur’s movements started speeding
up and she began to fear that she was no match for Harry’s stamina...

“Your cock riding skills are superb Delegate Weasley,” Harry suddenly groaned out, cupping her
face to make her look down into his eyes. “As you desire, I’m not holding back using my magic
anymore. I’m about to cum… I’m about to cum hard.”

“Do eet,” Fleur squeaked, a mixture of relief and newly quadrupled arousal making her own
orgasm imminent.

“I’m going to kiss you when I cum,” Harry announced without any further explanation.

“Do eet,” Fleur repeated in a far softer tone of voice. Despite her submissive tone, her hands
clutched at Harry’s body tightly and her gyrating picked up in both speed and urgency. As she
climbed closer to orgasm, her breath hitched and caught in her throat and her pussy tightened up
like a vice around every inch of Harry’s cock. Then he was drawing her face down towards his
own and she whimpered because she knew what his actions meant. Harry was about to cum inside
of her. Harry Potter was about to fill her womb with his seed.

Then it happened.

It was just as Fleur expected it would be and yet it was also so much more than she could handle.
Almost immediately after Harry's lips finally met with hers, Fleur began to feel a molten hot mass
exploding deep inside of her belly, where it rapidly started stretching the walls of both her pussy
and her womb. What she hadn’t expected was for her legs to suddenly lock tightly behind Harry’s
waist in a completely instinctual response, and her body to start grinding down on his shaft to force
his load as deep inside of her womb as possible. By the time their kiss started growing in intensity
and Fleur’s tongue entered Harry’s mouth, she was moaning deep in her throat, wrapped tightly
around his entire body, and shaking violently through a mind searing chain of cataclysmic orgasms.
For the next 50 plus seconds, Fleur’s entire universe was made up of Harry’s cock stretching out
her climaxing pussy, the feeling of his muscular body rubbing against her own, the burning hot
seed that was continuously expanding her womb, and the kiss that never seemed to end.

Despite the fact that she was currently receiving a massive creampie, Fleur was more concerned
about how the kiss they were sharing might ruin her life.

The kiss was passionate, it was sensual, it conveyed very real, very present, very powerful
emotions, and it was far, far too romantic. Without even realizing how she ended up that way,
Fleur found herself cupping both sides of Harry’s unreasonably handsome face as she poured all of
her unspoken care and affection into a sloppy, nearly frantic make-out session. She kissed Harry
like she meant it, but that was the problem. In that moment, she absolutely meant it…

She couldn’t afford to mean it.

When the waves of orgasmic bliss finally eased away and were replaced by a heavy feeling of
animalistic completion, Fleur dropped backwards in Harry’s lap, and just lay there with her pussy
still rooted on his cock. The man was still rock hard inside of her so she didn’t try to pull away just
yet. Hell, for all she knew Harry might even still be cumming. It was hard to tell. Her womb
already felt as hot and dense as the sun but not even a single speck of cum was leaking out passed
her O’d out little pussy lips. The thing was, Fleur knew exactly how ludicrously huge Harry’s
magically bolstered cumloads really were. The idea that her pussy managed to contain every single
ounce of his seed even after a solid minute of him cumming was… well…

Good Gods above…

At just the thought of all that virile semen swimming around inside of her womb, Fleur suddenly
twitched, her pussy trembled and a highly potent spike of intense arousal assaulted her entire body.
Her nipples stiffened. her skin developed goosebumps, her heart rate quickened, and she started to
fantasize about... No! Stop! Down girl! She wouldn’t, she couldn’t, she refused to pay heed to
those feelings. She was Fleur Isabelle Weasley, not some vapid, fawning barmaid to be bred by the
likes of Harry Potter! She was merely doing her part to preserve the world. She was providing
Harry with relief. She was…... being rolled over onto her hands and knees and dragged across the
bed as if her body was nothing but a fucktoy....

And just like that, all of the resolve that Fleur had been recruiting in her mind completely vanished
like dandelion fluff in a tornado. She was being used. She was being mated. She was full of dick.
She was full of cum. She was soooo unbelievably fucking aroused...

“You didn’t think I was going to be satisfied with only cumming the two times, did you Delegate?”
Harry asked, as he lifted Fleur’s right leg, threw it to the left and then twisted her entire body
around on his cock. By the time Fleur caught on to what he was doing, he was already dragging her
heart shaped ass against his crotch by her tiny little waist. All in all, it was a very well executed
position change to doggy style, because he’d never once had to pull his cock out of Fleur’s greedily
sucking pussy. With all the time that he managed to save, he allowed his hands to squeeze and
grope at Fleur’s unbelievably sexy bubble butt. Then, without any warning, he gave her left ass
cheek a meaty slap purely for the sake of symmetry.

Fleur gasped, she shivered and then she cast Harry a furious scowl over her shoulder. While it was
obvious that the woman was trying to act angry, she was panting in a state of high arousal, her back
was arched like a cat’s and her ass was swaying seductively from side to side.

Fleur's actions were a perfect contradiction to the glare that she was currently giving him.

It was completely adorable…

“I couldn’t help myself Fleur,” Harry explained as he rubbed at the new red handprints on both of
her ass cheeks. “I think you’d understand if you were looking at what I’m looking at. Your elegant
neck and shoulders taper down to your nearly waspish little waist, but that only serves to make the
large, perfectly obscene globes of your ass that much more dramatic. Just now, I looked down at
your ass and then the perfect peach of your pussy being split wide open on my dick and… well… I
lost myself in my enthusiasm.” As if to accentuate his point, Harry drummed his palms on both of
Fleur’s ass cheeks and then buried his fingers deep into her meat with noticeable amounts of
energy. “I just can’t help myself Fleur. I don’t think I'll ever get over how lewd the curves of your
body are.”

Fleur continued to glare angrily back at Harry even as the state of her body told a completely
different story. Her face was flushed, her breathing was becoming noticeably hot and laboured, her
allure was billowing all over Harry’s body, and her pussy was clenching rhythmically along every
inch of his cock. As per usual, the woman was completely committed to her little act, and wasn’t
going to give up on it without a fight. Also as per the norm, she was really, really turned on by
Harry’s actions, and was unable to conceal that fact from her body language.

With an amused little smile, Harry suddenly dropped forward until his body was resting lightly
along Fleur’s entire back. After easing aside a lock of her silky smooth hair to press his mouth
against her neck, he began rubbing one of his hands against her cum stuffed little belly. At the same
time, his other hand ran further up her body to cup one of her heavy hanging tits and pinch her
nipple in a playful manner. Only then, when he was positioned to do the most damage, did he
whisper directly into Fleur’s ear. “Delegate Weasley… So far as I can tell, your body is
specifically designed to get fucked and inseminated by my big fat unnecessarily virile cock. You
have a truly gifted, "A" grade pussy that has spoiled my dick completely rotten, which of course
means I am nowhere near done making use of your many, many talents. I’m not going to stop
cumming inside of you until the slut magic that governs your pussy fails, and my semen starts
leaking down your inner thighs. Are you starting to understand exactly what you’ve volunteered to
do for me? Are you starting to understand the scope of what I need from you?” With every single
word that he said, Harry ground his cockhead as deep as he could within the thick meaty quagmire
that was Fleur Weasley’s fucked silly pussy. He insistently pressed his tip against her womb
leaving small sticky hot spots in her deepest, most sacred depths.

Hoohhhhh oui, yes, yes , I submit, I serve, je suis a vous,” Fleur moaned through lips that fluttered
excitedly against Harry’s chin and neck. Her hands likewise, were pawing at Harry’s ass and thighs
in a not so subtle pulling motion. The woman’s switch had been flipped. The woman wanted to be
used. The woman was ready to go…

The woman was going to get her way.

“Very good Fleur,” Harry encouraged as he rose back up onto his knees and took a hold of her
splayed out hips. “You do your part Fleur, and the world will have nothing to worry about.” With
that said, Harry hauled Fleur’s ass back against his waist, slamming his cock against her womb in
an almighty heave that had them both groaning in pleasure. Soon enough Harry was giving it to the
Frenchwoman as hard as he could, while yanking her upright in front of him so that he could
squeeze and grope at her tits. He bit and sucked on her neck as he moved, threatening to give her a
hickey, he dropped his hands down to her overstimulated little clit and channeled raw magic
directly into it, he groped and he slapped Fleur’s ass and then he pushed her face down into the bed
to fuck her like an animal. He held her ragdolling body up by her arms, and then gripped her neck
almost tight enough to hurt. He fucked her fast and shallow and then slow and deep and then fast
and deep with magic coursing throughout his cock. He pulled out all the stops and left no sexual
stone unturned. He made a mess of Fleur's body as hard as he could for as long as he possibly
could.

With every sudden change that Harry made or trick that he pulled, Fleur yelped and moaned and
grunted and squeaked and warbled and gasped... And then she came… She came a lot. She came
hard and she came often and she desperately humped herself towards Harry’s body as if they were
working on a time limit. No doubt, Harry was quickly escalating towards yet another orgasm, but
Fleur was already there and then some. Her pussy was a wet, hot, heaven of massaging flesh and
furiously clenching muscle, and it was demanding that he cum inside of her with an urgency that he
could actually feel. Likewise, her allure was no longer demanding that he fall in love with her, but
instead it was demanding that he mate with her, over and over again until it worked. All things
considered, Harry was quite pleased with himself for lasting 24 and ½ minutes before he felt his
balls clenching up against his shaft...... He was only human after all...

“I’m going to cum Fleur,” Harry warned the completely blissed out woman purely out of long
habit. “I’m going to cum in you and you're going to take it all in that unbelievably hungry little
womb of yours!”

“Yes, yesss, yesss, please for ze love of ze Gods yesss, s'il vous plaît, please I beg ‘ou, please cum
eenside me,’ Fleur slurred into the pillow she’d dragged across the bed. “Please, please release
eenside my womb wizout an ounce of care or consideration. Take me! Fill me to ze brim! Ruin me
‘Arry, I neeed more of your seed een my womb right zis fucking second!” In a frenzied state of
inhumanly perfect arousal, Fleur suddenly went completely wild on Harry’s cock, frantically
humping her ass back against his length several times a second like a machine.

With a long drawn out groan/growl mixture, Harry bore down on Fleur’s red tinted ass cheeks,
pushing her body down until there was nowhere else to go. By the time Harry finally began
releasing his third massive load of the day, He had Fleur’s body pressed flat to the bed and he was
prone boning her with his dickhead crushing the entrance of her womb.

“Hhhhhhoooohhhhh Gawwwds, too much, too thick, too goooooood,” Fleur screamed into the
bedsheets, slapping and kicking the bed around her body as she felt herself being seeded from
behind like a bitch. He was doing it! Harry was filling her! He was the one man that actually could
give her a son, and he was inflating her unprotected womb with huge volumes of extraordinarily
potent cum! Despite everything she'd said to the contrary both out loud and in her head, of course
there was a chance that Harry would knock her up. He was Harry Potter for Gods' sakes! He could
do whatever the hell he wanted! Fleur wasn’t an imbecile. She was aware of that much. She didn't
know why she was playing with fire like this, except she knew that she was obsessed with Harry’s
body, and his magic, and his scent, and his hands, and his touch, and his dick, and his balls, and his
cum, and there didn’t seem to be anything that she could do about it. There didn’t seem to be any
countermeasure to stop or even slow down the desperate attraction she felt invading every aspect of
her life. Needless to say, it was a very conflicted Fleur Weasley who found herself cumming right
along with Harry’s newest orgasm. How could she not? Harry’s seed was filling every inch of her
pussy and core, causing white hot contractions of explosive pleasure to jolt out from her completely
overjoyed womb. It was too much. He was too much. She was done for. She couldn't escape this.
She didn’t want to escape this…

Then Harry was collapsing directly onto Fleur’s back and pressing her cheek into the mattress with
all of the weight of his sweaty body. It felt wonderful. In Fleur’s current fuck drunk state, Harry’s
weight pressing her body down into the mattress felt immensely comforting rather than
constraining, and she took that as yet another sign of how things had changed. For several minutes
they lay like this and Fleur wouldn't have changed a thing.…

“Sooooo good,” Harry eventually breathed out, as he rolled off of Fleur to lay on his side. “So...Do
you want to order some food for delivery? I could eat, but I’m nowhere near done with you yet…”

After several seconds went by without Fleur reacting at all, she finally pulled her face out from
where it was smooshed between some bedsheets, grabbed Harry by the shoulder, dragged her body
up his side and then collapsed heavily against his chest.

“I could eat… Not English food though…”

“Pizza it is then…”

“So ‘Arry Potter can be reasonable after all…"

“Not a chance. You're paying for the pizza with your body.”

“…….Deal….”

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Chapter 3

Author's note

When I first started writing this chapter, it was with the intention that I would quickly introduce a
new female character into the mix and then immediately launch into a sex scene. That didn’t
happen. I ended up getting hung up on making the character interactions seem… plausible, and that
ended up being surprisingly time consuming. In the chapters that I've submitted since this one, I've
done a much better job of keeping them to a reasonable size.

If you are interested in skipping straight to where the smut begins, there’s an elaborate line break
with my penname in it about ⅓ the way down the page.

For the purposes of this story, Nymphadora Tonks managed to survive the Battle of Hogwarts, and
while she did remarry, she doesn’t have any children yet. Her first husband Remus Lupin died just
like in canon.

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When a thick, twisted and unnatural dark thunderhead billowed down from overhead as if it was
breaking right through the stratosphere, everyone vacationing on the Cunard cruise liner the
Princess Eternal stopped what they were doing, looked up to the sky and stared. When the
indescribably vast formation of slippery, fractal shaped, twining darkness, continued to descend
upon their lonely, little ship on the ocean, like the mouth of a continent sized wood chipper made
up of billowing tentacles and ridged cloudy flesh, these passengers fell to their knees in an
instinctual, soul deep, completely paralyzing fear. The darkness filling the sky was both the
unknown and the unknowable. It was the ancient and the terrible. It was the kind of thing that
humans used to pray to back when thatched huts were the swankiest accommodations, and swift,
terrible justice was what you expected from your Gods....

As the black mass of bizarre and horrible movement filled the entire sky and then hovered in place
above them like a nightmare in a fever dream, the situation continued its transformation towards
the bizarre. A 30 plus strong group of black cowled men and women began to appear from
seemingly out of thin air, waving little sticks in their hands that somehow, unbelievably, allowed
them to render people unconscious, float objects, cause pain and injury, and even kill… The
passengers of the Princess Eternal were gathered up onto the ship’s overlarge Bow area, where they
were bound up in ropes that appeared out of nowhere. Whoever these mysterious and supernatural
people were, they didn’t show the least amount of empathy towards the passengers that they were
pushing around. It was as if these cowled figures didn’t see the vacationers that they were herding
around as human at all, but rather something far beneath them, like a cow or a chicken...

Around the time the Princess Eternal’s passengers were being dragged to specific spots on the
ship’s bow and affixed to the deck by some unexplainable force, the thing in the sky began to drag
pitch black tendrils along the surface of the surrounding ocean. Where these tendrils made contact
with the ocean, the sea water both froze and was instantly vaporized in a scream of violent non-
existence. Every single thinking creature that saw this phenomenon, immediately knew it for what
it was. This beast in the sky, broke and nullified what it touched in a way that was completely
distinct from normal physical reality. This thing was not of this dimension, and the rules that they
knew of just would not, could not apply…

Halfway down the Stern deck of the cruise-ship, hidden behind a bank of medium sized lifeboats, a
short, cute, large breasted, purple haired, thong bikini wearing witch, was clearly in the wrong
place at the wrong time. Nymphadora ‘Tonks’ Weasley was currently in hiding despite the fact that
she was magically invisible, because today just seemed like one of those days. She didn’t know for
sure what level of skill these cowled Wizards were carrying among their numbers, so she wasn’t
going to risk them seeing through the Disillusionment spell she was using. There was one thing
that she did know however…. This was a bad situation. This was a level 5, Holy Fuck, bad
situation…

With a small, determined growl, and a few enthusiastic slaps to her own face, Tonks suddenly leapt
out from behind her lifeboat enclosure and began dashing across the various decks towards her
bedroom. As a well regarded agent among the British Department of Mysteries, Tonks had been
given a tool, a beacon of sorts, and then she’d been warned to never activate it if she valued her
career. The stipulations to use this beacon were both extremely strict and completely
uncompromising. She was only to activate this beacon if the world itself was in imminent peril. She
was only to activate this beacon if the entire planet was about to be loosed from its spot in the
wider universe...

Looking up into the innately chaotic, Lovecraftian horror that was dominating the entire sky for
miles and miles in every direction, Tonks abruptly decided that yes, yes this was definitely one of
those situations…

It was with a massive sigh of relief that Tonks made it back to her bedroom, closed and magically
locked her door, and then dove over her bed towards her belongings. For the next half a minute, she
yanked all of her clothing out of the beaten up old leather suitcase that Remis used to live out of,
literally, and found herself dwelling on what she’d once had and lost. Remis had been a good,
loving husband, and she’d been really happy with him back before the Battle of Hogwarts. Her
current husband… not so much, and she blamed the man for the fact that she was present on this
clusterfuck of a cruise in the first place...

Women do not divorce their husbands in magical society. Technically, on paper at least, it’s
possible, but only if the woman in question is willing to give up absolutely everything, including all
of her assets, her family vault and her maiden name, and then be stigmatized by magical society in
general as the worst kind of oathbreaker. In order to avoid all of that wrack and ruin, Tonks had
decided she’d rather just leave town for a few months. She’d only been aiming to get some air, you
know, recharge her batteries...

Now she had some kind of interdimensional murder beast from the great beyond floating over her
head!.
Fuck you Charlie Weasley!

It was in that moment that Tonks finally located and pulled out a smooth, blue and orange,
transparent sphere, and she brought it to her chest as if it was a teddy bear. Dimly at first, and then
brighter with every second that passed, the inside of the orb began emitting a swirling and
coalescing light that bathed the room in bizarre patterns and shapes. “Yes, yes, Tonks repeated in
her mind as she channeled magic into the crystal of the ball. I need help. I need help now!”

Almost a full minute went by where nothing happened at all and Tonks began to feel incredibly
foolish….

CRACK!!

Standing in the middle of the room, facing the wrong direction but poised with her hands on her
hips, was a woman wearing a light blue dress shirt and a pure white pencil skirt. The woman’s
body was gorgeous enough that Tonks found herself forgetting her current circumstances. The
woman’s ass was perfect enough that Tonks found herself losing track of her sexuality. Then the
woman was beautiful enough that Tonks suddenly realized exactly who she was looking at. Of all
things, that absurdly sexy ass belonged to her favorite in-law.

“F..Fleur,” Tonks blurted out from her spot half off the bed with the rest of her body well up above
her head.

After turning around and looking down at the young woman before her, Fleur adjusted the glasses
on her face. ”I know zat body… eet’s one of Nympha… Sorry… Tonks… 'Ello Tonks. I ‘ardly
expected someone like ‘ou to activate ze Armageddon beacon. I thought zat a veteran such as
yourself would recognize ze difference between merely dangerous, and world threatening.”

With a small grunt of annoyance, Tonks rolled clumsily off the bed, dashed across the room and
pulled aside the curtains of her porthole window. Soon enough, Fleur joined her on her left hand
side, and they both just stood there staring at the black maw devouring the sky.

“My apologies Tonks,” Fleur breathed out in a slow and absentminded voice. “Of course I’ve
never seen an Eldridge God before, but I do recognize one when I see eet. Good judgment agent.”

“What are we going to do,” Tonks squeaked, her hair and eyes cycling through several colour tones
in response to what she was seeing outside of the window.

“We… are going to ‘ave to be ze support staff on zis one,” Fleur admitted with a small helpless
sigh. “Neizer ‘ou nor I ‘ave anywhere near ze magical power or experience required to take care of
a problem such as zis…”

“Wait… So you’re saying there’s a singular person that does,” Tonk’s whispered as her face
swiveled back and forth between Fleur and the black creature dominating the skyline.

“I… I ‘ave an arrangement… of sorts, wiz an exceedingly capable young wizard,” Fleur admitted
as she undid the top two bottoms of her dress shirt. Reaching under her shirt, she withdrew
something that was resting within her bra over her heart. It was a small, flat, intricately designed
wooden placard, with several sets of Runes written up and down its sides.

“An honest to Gods force summoning amulet,” Tonks breathed out in a stunned little voice. The
magical tool that Fleur was holding in her hand was exactly what its name implied. It instantly
summoned the person who created it when it was powered up with the required amount of magic,
regardless of where or how far away the summoned person was. It was an immensely powerful and
hard to engineer artifact that always ended up being a massive hindrance to the person that created
it. In fact, the engineering skill and effort required to create something that would ultimately pose a
security risk to the creator were the primary reasons why there were only about a dozen of the
devices in existence.

“Oui… Yes. A force summoner,” Fleur confirmed, as she drew up the amulet and began
channeling magic into it.

“How did you get someone so powerful to trust you with an amulet linked directly to their magic,”
Tonks whispered, staring at the placard as if it was a Philosopher’s stone.

“Zis amulet ees actually quite a bit safer zan ze rest because eet only accepts my magic and no one
else’s,” Fleur absently explained. “Still… I was forced to ask very, very nicely, over and over
again, for many, many days een a row...”

“Sounds rough,” Tonks replied in a moment of rhetorical sympathy.

“Eet would’ve been, ‘ad I not enjoyed every seengle moment of eet,” Fleur just barely breathed out.
Then the amulet was beginning to glow a radiant bright emerald green and both Fleur and Tonks
were forced to shield their eyes.

“Gods fucking dammit Fleur! I was winning for the very first time ever,” Harry called out, as he
threw the putter that he’d been holding onto Tonks’s bed and fixed the collar of his green and black
polo shirt.

“Why do ‘ou not use magic to alter ze course of your shots zen,” Fleur asked, as if they weren’t
currently in a life or death emergency.

“It’s because I’m mediocre at golf that it's worth playing in the first place, and cheating would
defeat the entire purpose,” Harry immediately retorted.

“You convinced The Harry Potter to link himself to a force summoning amulet!” Tonks suddenly
interrupted in a voice filled with so much incredulity it was verging on hysterics. “When? How?
Gods above Fleur, how are you not in charge of the entire ICW?”

With a small scoff and a smile that was almost, but not quite, smug, Fleur turned to regard her in-
law through marriage. “No one ees een charge of ze ICW, but all of ze members wiz any
eentelligence are extraordinarily respectful of my opinions…”

“What Fleur means,” Harry interjected, “is that no one knows for certain that she has that amulet.
They only know that she has my cooperation. On that note, I will become very upset with you if I
find out that you’ve told anyone.”

In the seconds that followed Harry’s warning, Tonks’s entire body fluctuated through several body
types and skin tones, as she waved her hands frantically in front of her body. “Woah there Harry. I
have zero interest in invading your privacy.”

“So says the woman who spent an entire summer spying on a teenaged boy’s bedroom,” Harry
replied with a snort.

“Guard duty Harry, guard duty! My Gods we’ve been through this before,” Tonks immediately
argued.

“Nuh uh Tonks,” Harry disagreed with an amused smile on his face. “Guard duty implies I was
aware that you were there, and I wasn’t. What you did instead was watch a teenager with nothing
better to do jerk off to dirty magazines and write angsty fanfiction.”

By this point, Tonks looked like she might prefer being eaten by the black monstrosity outside
than continue their current conversation.

“It’s good to see you again Tonks,” Harry finally relented as he walked over to the porthole and
looked up to the sky. “So. Fill me in. How’s married life? How’s the new husband? Did you get
the toaster I sent you?”

“Don’t give me that tripe Harry, I’m well aware that you and Charlie don’t get on,” Tonks retorted.
“And why are you asking me about my marriage when that… thing… is up there in the sky.”

“Well okay, you definitely have a point there,” Harry allowed as he pulled away from the porthole.
“How many dark Wizards are we looking at?”

“25 to 35,” Tonks instantly supplied. “They’re collecting Muggles onto the Bow for what looks
like a mass sacrifice.”

With a small nod of understanding, Harry began staring at an unoccupied side of the room. In the
location that he was focusing his attention, a two meter tall pile of what looked like extremely fine
sand began growing out of empty air.

“Wha… Why,” Tonks asked quietly but sincerely.

With a glance in Tonks' direction, Harry waved his hand and the sand particles began floating like
twin, egg shaped, translucent barriers around both her and Fleur.

“I’ve actually developed a shield spell that can negate an Avada Kadavra killing curse,” Harry
explained in a candid tone. “Unfortunately for you girls, neither of you have enough core magic to
actually cast the spell, which means physical barriers are still the best way to go.”

“Why sand though,” Tonks repeated, feeling dumb.

“Most curses, including the killing curse, explode when they make contact with objects that don’t
contain a soul,” Harry explained as he moved towards the door. “The size and violence of the
explosion is proportional to the size and density of the object that the curse hits.”

“Hundreds of millions of tiny grains of sand,” Fleur murmured as she ran her hand through the
filmy barrier surrounding her body. “Very small and harmless explosions…”

“Got it in one,” Harry encouraged with a smile. “This way you ladies can focus on dealing some
damage instead of ducking and diving green curses. The sand will automatically move to intercept
curses and move out of the way of your spells. Of course you do need to watch out for explosive
spells and elemental attacks like Incendio Maxia and Glacius Maxia and such, but most normal
curses will be completely negated. Happy hunting…”

“So this is what it feels like to have Harry Potter’s full support,” Tonks breathed out in an
overwhelmed little voice. “I never thought I’d see the day…”

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With their defenses prepared and their destination set, Harry, Fleur and Tonks marched to the Bow
of the ship and began walking towards the evil Cabal.
When the cowled Wizards saw Harry, Fleur and Tonks walking towards them, they reacted
immediately by casting an extraordinarily complex barrage of death curses, maiming curses,
bludgeoning curses, skin peelers, blood boilers, organ rupterers, poison dealers, insides outers,
eyeball removers, limb detachers and disease bestowers. As Harry explained would happen, the
sandy barriers covering Fleur and Tonks bunched up into hundreds of smaller shields, stopping the
curses cold in a shower of tiny little sparkler snaps. Harry himself just erected a large, emerald
green barrier in front of his body that seemed to devour all of the curses that it came into contact
with. Soon enough, Fleur and Tonks had large, feral looking smiles on their faces, and they were
hunting down the evil cabal members like sheep for the slaughter. The only thing that was ruining
the moment for the girls was the fact that they were both government agents and were thus
expected to use only non-lethal forms of attack like Stupify’s, bone breakers, and Petrificus
Totalus’s. Still… Wading into a large and deadly group of evil Wizards as if they were Gods
dispensing justice felt absolutely amazing...

When the cowled figures saw that they were at a major disadvantage, they attempted to Apparate
away.

It didn’t work.

Harry had erected an anti-Apparition ward.

Next the cowled wizards moved to grab up hostages, but Harry’s gunshot fast cutting curses
removed the wand hands of the people who tried, and they immediately gave up on the idea. With
the first two ideas a loss and none of their attacks working, the Cabal members finally dropped to
their knees and put their hands on their heads. By now they knew exactly who it was that they were
dealing with.

They didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell against Harry Potter…

After spam casting both paralyzing and sleeping spells at literally everyone on the bow, both
Muggle and evil Wizard, Harry suddenly stopped in place and looked up to the sky. The billowing
mass of ever contracting fractal blackness was looming lower and lower in the sky as if it was a
black mountain flipped over on its head. Fuck.. It was far too late. A transaction had to be made...

In the seconds that followed, Fleur and Tonks walked up to Harry’s side and stared at the
extremely serious expression on his face. Then they shivered. So far as the two of them had ever
seen, the adult that Harry had become just didn’t do serious. If something was bad enough to make
Harry James Potter worry, then the world was fucked all the way to next Friday.

“Do you know what we’re looking at right now,” Harry quietly asked the women at his sides.

“Eldritch,” Fleur quietly responded.

“Ancient,” Tonks added immediately after in an equally quiet voice.

“Yes…” Harry slowly agreed. “Specifically, this is the youngest Eldritch, and its name is
Entropy… You see, this… force, didn’t exist until the universe began. On the other hand, when
everything else in the universe finally runs out of steam and ceases to exist, Entropy will reign
supreme. It’s the end to all things, the great undoer…”

“What do we do about a great undoer visiting Earth,” Fleur whispered as she took an unconscious
step closer to Harry’s side.

The Cabal that we just took down, they called on this God to undo something… or maybe I should
say a certain type of people,” Harry whispered.

“Why these Muggles though,” Tonks asked.

“Think bigger Tonks,” Harry admonished. “The Muggles on this ship are just an example, an
archetype that’s being given for Entropy to work with. If, for example, we managed to sacrifice a
tomato to this God in the next few minutes, then nobody would ever get to eat a pizza ever again.
Tomatoes would cease to exist. Poof.”

“But, ‘ow did zese wizards plan to make ze Eldritch focus only on Muggles, eenstead of ze ‘uman
race een general,” Fleur asked while grabbing at the hem of Harry’s shirt.

“Mind over matter,” Harry replied with a sigh of long suffering. “Whoever ended up facilitating the
sacrifice would’ve had to will that the Eldritch only take what they wanted it to take and nothing
else. Personally, I don’t think they would’ve succeeded… but now it’s too late. An exchange must
be made, and due to the Cabal’s intentions during the summoning, it has to involve a human.”

“What can we do then,” Tonks just barely breathed out. She was shaking from head to toe at this
point as she watched the chaotic darkness grow closer and closer. For all she knew, it might only be
a few meters away. It was too unbelievably complex, too vast, too fluid to pin down, and her eyes
seemed to reject that something so wrong could even exist in the first place.

Turning to the side, Harry drew a glowing finger through the air that cut a hole into the space in
front of them. Then he shoved his arm into this gap all the way up to his shoulder and it looked to
Fleur and Tonks as if he was suddenly an amputee. Drawing his hand back out of the nothingness
that he’d shoved it into, he held a medium sized cooler box that he plunked down on the deck.”

“What ees zis ‘Arry,” Fleur asked as she dropped to a crouch at Harry’s side.

“About a week ago, my magic coerced me into doing some extremely irrational things for
seemingly no reason at all, and now those actions are finally beginning to make some sense,”
Harry explained in a whimsical tone of voice. “Here. Hold these for me.” Without another word,
Harry plunked a large quantity of vials and potions into Fleur’s outstretched hands. Then he took
up a large series of hypodermic needles and held them up in front of his face.

“I don’t like the look of those,” Tonks whispered as she stared at the hypodermic needles.

“You have very good instincts Tonks,” Harry praised as the needles began floating over his body
like some kind of medically themed nightmare. Then, all at once and very quickly, the needles
planted themselves into different veins all around his body, depressing their plungers and releasing
their contents directly into his bloodstream. Harry’s mouth set into a thin little line as it was
happening, but for the most part he didn’t react at all. Soon enough the needles were pulling
themselves out of Harry’s body and clattering across the deck.

“No Arry,” Fleur called out, collapsing to her knees to clutch at the man’s shoulders. The fact of
the matter was that she didn’t even know the particulars of what he’d just done. All she knew was
that it was probably bad and that she was scared. “What ‘ave ‘ou done, Arry?!”

I just injected myself with Smallpox, Hepatitis A, B and C, HIV, Rabies, Dengue fever, all of the
current influenza virus mutations, the Hantavirus, streptococcus, gonorrhoea, tuberculosis and most
of the other bacteria that quickly mutate to cause lethal infections,” Harry explained as he rose
back up to his feet.

“You’re a dead man walking,” Tonks yelped as she stared at all of the empty needles. “Why would
you do this to yourself?!”

“Well… I’m going to have to sacrifice something to the beast, so I might as well make it something
that I don’t actually want to have,” Harry casually explained.

“You’re insane,” Tonks immediately replied.

“That’s a possibility I suppose, but the reality of the situation is that my plan will either work and
I’ll be fine, or it’ll fail and every single one of us will cease to exist.” Harry shrugged helplessly
because his actions made sense to him and there was very little he could say to reassure Tonks.
Instead, he turned his attention back to the beautiful young woman who was still fussing at his
body and they locked eyes for several seconds.

“I need you to understand a few things before I wrap this up,” Harry whispered to Fleur in a
calming voice. “This little adventure isn’t going to go anywhere near as smoothly as all of the
others up until now. This time it's an honest to Gods God that we’re dealing with, so I can’t just
beat it up. What that means is I’m about to put my body through hell, both while I’m arguing terms
with the beast and then again when I offer up what needs offering. I’m going to need you to feed
me the contents of those vials immediately after the deed is done. Unfortunately, by that time I’ll
almost certainly be on death’s door. Even if everything goes exactly to plan, I’m going to lose a
dangerous amount of blood in the process.”

“I… I understand,” Fleur replied in a voice that contained noticeable amounts of whimper. “‘Ou
can rely on me ‘Arry…”

”I know I can,” Harry quietly replied as he backed up several steps and then turned his full
attention to the pitch black sky.

At first nothing happened. Harry stared up at the endless black mass with a vacant expression on
his face and his body relaxed. Then, along with a small shudder of unexplainable agony, Harry’s
hands lifted up from his sides and turned outwards from his body. It somehow looked like he was
channelling electricity from one hand to the other, despite the fact that his body wasn’t shaking or
contracting. As more time passed, Harry’s muscles visibly locked up, His face became a rictus of
supreme physical effort, his veins bulged, his Adam’s apple shivered, and his magic billowed all
around his body to the point that it ruffled his clothes and was nearly visible. Likewise, his
breathing also became increasingly irregular and laboured over time, as he pushed and he strained
without ever moving a muscle. The entire time that this was happening, the blackness above them
closed in towards Harry’s body both as fast as a laser beam and as slowly as a glacier. Off in the
distance, a bolt of black lightning tore into the ocean, and Harry barked out in a moment of
completely existential agony. As more time passed, more of the lightning slammed into the ocean,
forcing tiny audible indicators of a much more powerful agony out of Harry’s tightly clenched
mouth.

Then the altercation between man and God suddenly became quite a bit harder for Fleur and Tonks
to witness.

Slowly at first, but flowing faster with every second that passed, blood started pouring from
Harry’s nose, then his tear ducts, then his ears, as if his brain was being microwaved from the
inside. Merely communing with an existence as vast and ancient as the Eldritch above them was
tearing Harry to pieces beginning at levels far smaller than the observable universe, but he never
closed his eyes and he never looked away. He was in the thick of it, and if he wanted to survive
longer than the next few minutes, then he couldn’t back down an inch.

Slowly, and with no power visibly making it happen, Harry’s body was lifted up off the deck and
held flat in the air as if he were laying on either an altar or an operating table. Then the darkness
really was within just a few meters of them and it was arching down towards Harry’s body like an
impossible enormous spear. As the spear came to within a few feet of Harry’s body, it split in half,
and then it split again, and again, and again, until finally the spear had become hundreds of
millions of needle-like filaments dropping inalienably towards Harry’s body.

Fleur took a single step in Harry’s direction. Tonks stepped in, grabbed her arms and then shook
her head. She sympathized, she really did, but this was so much bigger than Fleur and her feelings.

With one last laboured exhale, Harry’s body took the millions upon millions of pitch black needles
into just as many parts of his body. No area was spared and no area was neglected. He was pinned
to the invisible table with an endless series of probes, so he leaked blood from wounds far too small
to see and dripped a Harry shaped silhouette onto the deck. He was red, he was black, he was
intact, he was split wide open, he was laid bare to the existence in and amongst his body, sampling
him down to the genetic level like a future tech scientist gone mad.

Then. very suddenly, the blackness was withdrawing from Harry’s body, with no sound or
dramatic occurrence to mark its passage. It withdrew slowly and then quickly and Harry’s body
was released to slam wetly against the bloodstained deck of the ship. Harry didn’t call out. He
didn’t convulse. He continued to stare up at the black mass above them the entire time it withdrew.
Only after the beast was well and truly gone and the sky abruptly returned to a cheerful blue color,
did Harry allow his head to drop to the side and his eyes to glaze over. He was unconscious before
his cheek made contact with the deck. He was unconscious with his eyes wide open.

Yanking her hand from Tonks’s grasp, Fleur immediately sprinted towards Harry and slid to the
deck at his side. With hands that were shaking violently, she unstoppered the first vial and then
pulled Harry’s head up into her lap. Over the next 45 to 50 seconds, she used a series of Healer
spells to coax the various liquids into Harry’s tightly clenched mouth and down into his stomach.
Harry had asked the right woman to help him after all. Fleur had a Healing Mastery Certificate
hanging on her office wall among all of the other Masterys she’d never had to use before. Over
time, the blood replenishing potions, magic regeneration potions, nerve damage repairing potions,
skin mending potions, collagen repairing potions, skelegrow variants, and nutrient replacement
elixirs that Harry had been carrying around, all went to work, replacing and mending millions of
cell sized tears and punctures all over his body. It took several minutes, but eventually Harry’s
body began to look human once again, as his skin tone returned to a healthy tan and eyes closed to
that of normal unconsciousness.

With all of the purely physical things now taken care of, Fleur took her time administering several
dozen different medical diagnostic spells on both Harry’s body and his blood. Nothing… The man
was disease free. He’d done it…

Harry Potter had just forced an Eldritch chaos God to scour the lion’s share of the Earth’s most
persistent diseases right off of the face of the planet...

With a massive sigh filled with inexpressible amounts of relief, Fleur collapsed back onto her ass
and then stared down at Harry’s peacefully sleeping body. The man was soaked in blood from top
to bottom… He looked completely grotesque. If he’d been awake and they’d been alone, she’d
have ridden him to completion right then and there…

Gods and Goddesses…

“So…” Tonks casually called out from a few meters to Fleur’s right. “You’re like, really, really,
really cheating on Bill then, huh?”
Fleur was far too emotionally drained to make up any passionate denials, and Tonks was far too
good a government agent to be fooled by them either way. Instead, Fleur gave the woman a
sideways glance for just the briefest moment before looking back at Harry’s unconscious form.
“Ze first time I called upon ‘Arry to ‘elp me save ze world, ‘ee ‘elped me willingly because we
were old acquaintances. Ze second time I called upon ‘iim, ‘ee rolled ‘iis eyes at me, but reluctantly
became eenvolved. Eet was only after ze fourth time zat ‘Arry finally told me to “put up or shut
up,” ‘iis words not mine… ‘Ee demanded zat I service ‘iim een payment for ‘iis services. I’m
nearly a ‘undred percent certain zat ‘ee was merely trying to drive me off… Eet didn’t work. I
eemmediately dropped to my knees and took ‘iis cock eento my mouth. What ‘ou are probably
beginning to understand after watching ‘Arry work, ees zat ‘Arry Potter ees ze best zing zat zis
world ‘as going for eet right now. I ‘ave watched ‘iim do zings like zis over 2 dozen times een ze
last year alone, and ze eempact zat eets ‘ad on me ees… profound.”

“I can tell that every word of what you’re saying is true, but I can also see where it's intentionally
misleading,” Tonks pointed out. “You’re not just blowing Harry anymore. The two of you are
fucking like rabbits.”

“Ees zere a direction to your questioning,” Fleur angrily questioned in return. “Ees zere a reason
zat you’re prying eento my business?”

“I haven’t had a truly civil conversation with Charlie in months,” Tonks suddenly admitted with a
shrug of her shoulders. “Not that he’s around to talk either way. He’s far too busy with his
dragons… But that’s beside the point. I want to ride Harry’s cock. I want his dick in my mouth. I
want in…”

“Of course… Of course ‘ou want een,'' Fleur slowly replied while releasing a long drawn out sigh.
“‘’Ze problem wiz your leetle plan ees zat ‘ou are trying to blackmail ze wrong person. I ‘ave no
power to grant your wish. ‘Arry ees not ze whore een our relationship. I am...”

“Well. it’s funny you should say that,” Tonks replied in a somewhat strained casual voice. “It’s not
only Harry that I’m interested in...”

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With a small contented sigh and a long, bone popping stretch, Harry slowly opened his eyes and
took in the decorative alabaster ceiling.

Well, well, well…

Foreign ceilings weren’t necessarily an uncommon occurrence in Harry’s very… active life, but
this one was especially elaborate and… yeah… the floor was gently swaying. He was on a ship.
Oh yeah… He was on a cruise ship…

As the fog of violent trauma followed closely by blood loss induced unconsciousness fully cleared
from Harry’s mind, he rose to a seated position and looked to a tray sitting on his bedside table. It
contained over 50 empty potion and health elixir bottles that would negate every ailment from acne
to the Zika virus with no letter skipped in between. Someone, definitely Fleur, had been funneling
thousands and thousands of Galleons worth of magical healthcare products directly into his
unconscious body. Despite the undeniably illicit and immoral nature of their relationship, it
couldn’t be said that his health and body condition weren’t among Fleur’s highest priorities.

Then Harry’s face split into a sly little smile… Yeah… Fleur would definitely want his body in its
best condition right about now...

Slipping his legs off of the bed and rising to his feet, Harry quickly checked out his completely
nude but seemingly healthy body in a nearby wall mirror. Then he picked up a water bottle that
was sitting on the bedside table, drained its contents and scanned his surroundings with his magic.
Just inside of the bedroom door, Harry could sense a small alarm spell made up of Fleur’s magic
that was sending a signal towards 2 people approaching from down the hall. One of the people was
Fleur. He’d recognize that magic anywhere. The other person’s magic felt familiar but…
amorphous… malleable… That would have to be Tonks then… Presumably the alarm spell was to
let Fleur know that he was awake and moving around. With a nod of understanding, Harry sat back
down against the headboard of the bed, crossed his legs and waited. It did occur to him that Tonks
might not want to see his naked body, but if that was the case then why had he been left in this state
in the first place?...

Then the 2 women quietly opened the bedroom door and shucked 2 robes off of their shoulders to
drop to the floor, and several of Harry’s questions were immediately answered.

Fleur was wearing a frilly white lingerie set that made her look like an angel sent straight from
heaven. The perfectly shaped globes that made up her breasts were framed in a pair of sheer white
cups in a way that was more of an artform than an article of clothing, her pussy was likewise just
barely covered by the thin white material digging lightly into her pelvis, and her little belly was
wrapped in a frilly see through garter belt that was holding up a pair of thigh high white stockings.
The look was mind shatteringly seductive and somehow adorable at exactly the same time.

Tonks was wearing something similar… but different. That was the most accurate way to describe
it. First of all, she was currently sporting a lot of Fleur’s body characteristics, but with several
alterations to create a sex appeal all her own. While her facial features were identical to Fleur’s and
her skin tone was the same creamy white perfection, her eyes were a bright red instead of blue and
her hair was a luminous black instead of silver blonde. It also appeared that the woman was taking
Fleur’s impossibly perfect curves and then exaggerating them just a little bit all across the board.
Harry approved. While bigger isn’t always better and that goes tenfold in comparison to Fleur’s
absolutely miraculous body, Harry was under the impression that Tonks was seeking to add variety
to their combined appeal. In regards to her clothing, the metamorph’s lingerie was the pitch black
equivalent to Fleur’s white, with the lines and curves of the underwear a near duplicate to what her
counterpart was wearing. All in all, Tonks looked like Fleur’s evil twin, come to teach her goody
two shoes sister that being naughty was far more fun...
“Gods and spirits above…” Harry murmured just loud enough to be heard by the 2 astoundingly
beautiful sex Goddesses standing in the doorway. “What have I done to deserve the sudden
paradise I’m looking at?”

“‘Ou saved ze entire ‘uman race… again,” Fleur answered in a quiet and meaningful voice.

“You almost died in the process,” Tonks added in an equally serious tone.

“Ou scared me,” Fleur continued with her hands tightly fisted at her sides. “I’m feeling... an
eentense desire to confirm zat you’re whole and ‘ealthy… wiz my body…”

“You impressed the hell out of me,” Tonks added immediately after. “What’s more, you managed
to make me hot for you when I should’ve been far too busy shaking in fear…”

“‘Ou are getting ze treatment zat ‘ou deserve for your ‘eroics,” Fleur finished, with a small, almost
shy gesture between herself and Tonks.

After allowing his happiness to show on his face, Harry paused and then turned to look at the
angelic blonde in the white. “I’ve always thought of you as... quietly possessive, Fleur. Since when
do you actively share me with other women?”

With a small nod accompanied by a sexy bite to her lower lip, Fleur gestured aside at Tonks.
“I’m… I’m kind of... sort of… being blackmailed at ze moment... Tonks ‘as learned zat I let ‘ou
‘ave my body on a regular basis, and she ees leveraging zis knowledge to make me cooperate.”

After several seconds went by where Harry didn’t say or do anything at all, he finally broke down
and just asked the question. “You don’t appear to be all that upset about any of this Fleur, but…
Shouldn’t we be thinking about Obliviating Tonks right about now? Getting caught in adultery is a
one way ticket to absolute ruination.”

To Tonks’s credit, the woman didn’t flinch or recoil at the overt threat in Harry’s question. She
only looked aside at Fleur and waited for her response.

“No, I don’t want to Obliviate Tonks,” Fleur replied with a soft sigh and a small dismissive wave.
“She ‘as been very good to me over ze last few years, while ze rest of ze Weasley family ‘as
been… less zan supportive of my ambitions. Furzermore, I sympathize wiz ‘er plight. Tonks’s
marriage ees… not what eet could be…”

Turning to look at Tonks, Harry arched an eyebrow. “You’re not a Welsh Green or a Hungarian
Horntail, so you can’t get Charlie hard?”

“The really sad part is that I actually can give myself scales, horns, clawed fingers, a forked tongue
and yellow slitted reptile eyes, and I still can’t make the man go the distance,” Tonks replied in a
truly frustrated voice. “I think you already know this, but I don’t mean you or Fleur any harm… I
just want you to give me some of what Fleur’s been getting. Hell, I’ve even arranged for something
that’ll even the playing field between the three of us.”

With a snap of Tonks’s fingers, four white orbs with inky black lenses came floating into the room.

“Government issue, memory recording orbs,” Harry whispered with honest to Gods surprise clear
to hear in his voice. These magical relics were used to make copies of the memories being made by
criminals during interrogations or by key witnesses in court proceedings that were of vital
importance. The fact that not just 1, but 4 of these extremely rare and powerful little devices were
floating near Tonks’s right shoulder was shocking in the extreme. Then Harry fully realized
exactly what Tonks wanted to do with them, and his eyebrows rose up nearly into his hairline.
“You intend to make incredibly detailed and permanent copies of memories that feature the three
of us fucking each other? You want to immortalize and be able to relive every single aspect of the
day you cheated on your husband?”

At first Tonks didn’t say a word. She merely waved her hand and then nodded when the orbs took
up station all around the room. Only after the orbs were ready and activated, did she lick the
sudden dryness off of her lips and take a single step in Harry’s direction. “Once we finish making
copies of our shared memories, the three of us will be linked. We’ll all be united in a common act
of mutual sin and debauchery. At that point, neither you nor Fleur will need to worry about me
sharing your secret.”

“I suppose that’s true, but the common sense approach would be to make a magical oath,” Harry
pointed out, his voice just the tiniest bit sardonic.

“No!...” The denial shot out of Tonks’s mouth long before she even finished thinking it, but then
she closed her eyes and she shook her head. “No Harry… I refuse… I want to do it this way… I
want to take something away from this. I want to remember.. every…single…second…”

When Tonks’s expression grew more and more resolute with every passing second, Harry looked
beyond the woman to where Fleur was waiting. He didn’t actually think that he needed to ask her
the question. Instead, he merely arched his eyebrows at her…

After staring back at the curious expression on Harry’s face for several very long seconds, Fleur
finally just shrugged her shoulder and nodded her head. “I trust Tonks… I trust ‘ou… I desire a
copy…”

While his dick had been rock hard ever since the 2 scantily clad sex icons first walked into the
bedroom, Harry’s cock still managed to lurch dramatically when Fleur admitted to wanting a copy
of the memory. Woah… Something about having Fleur Isabelle Weasley interested in making what
amounts to a permanent, shareable, relivable and unbelievably immersive 3D porno with him,
complete with emotional context and full strength physical sensations, was hitting Harry right in
the dick. His body temperature was rising. His balls were throbbing. His shaft was trembling…
Yeah… He was ready to go. With a long indrawn breath, Harry uncrossed his legs, leaned back
against the headboard of the bed and then gestured for the ladies to join him.

With Harry firmly on board with their plan, and the recording orbs copying all of their memories in
real time, Fleur and Tonks both descended on the bed like twin birds of prey.

“‘Ou outwilled a God today ‘Arry,” Fleur breathed out as she crawled up the length of the bed.

“You never wavered, not once, not even when you were dying,” Tonks added in an equally silky
voice.

“You’re so special, ‘Arry. I want to zank ‘ou, and I know exactly where to start,” Fleur purred,
while wrapping her hands around both the base and the shaft of his cock.

“Mostly, I just want to get fucked silly by a real man again,” Tonks added, most likely for the
benefit of the memory orbs. “My first husband was an absolute animal in bed… Considering how
fucking majestic this cock of yours is, I think you might be one too…”

“I want to make ‘ou cum een me and on me and all over me,” Fleur whispered as she drew her
tongue up the sensitive underside of Harry’s crown to draw a pearl of precum back into her mouth.
“I want to serve, as ees my role wiz ‘ou…”
“I want you to paint my entire pussy white,” Tonks moaned almost directly against the flesh of
Harry’s testicles. “I want to feel your cum splashing like a power washer against my sealed shut
womb…”

Both Harry and Fleur paused to stare at Tonks in response to the very convenient use of
metamorphmagery she’d just revealed…

Tonks smiled mischievously, preened like a cat at their attention and then slowly took the head of
Harry’s cock into her unnaturally flexible mouth. The devilishly erotic woman was clearly showing
off exactly how relevant her shifting skills could be to sex and sexual situations. She had quite
literally zero trouble swallowing absolutely every inch of Harry’s huge cock until it was balls deep
down her throat, and then she tightened her throat up again to make her esophagus feel like a silky
soft, skin tight sleeve. By the time she was finished altering the makeup of both her mouth and her
neck to conform around Harry’s cock, her lips felt like cashmere pillows, her unbelievably nimble
tongue was over twice its usual length, and there was a visible dick shaped lump filling every inch
of her unbelievably tight sucking throat.

As his cock spasmed in response to a nearly cum spilling amount of ultra intense pleasure, Harry
released a not so silent whimper and felt his head lolling back against the headboard. Tonks’s
completely miraculous dick sucking skills shouldn’t have come as any shock to him, but they had,
and he was reeling as a result. Then he was reeling a second time for a completely different reason.
After crawling up his body, Fleur leaned in over his chest, captured his face in her hands, and
began kissing him with a level of intimacy she generally reserved for when she was cumming her
brains out. She bit at his bottom lip, she twined her tongue around his, she created a perfect
melding of lips and tongue and then she moaned her enjoyment directly into his mouth. Good
Gods above... Soooo sexy.

It was official. Harry was in heaven.

With absentminded care, Harry softly combed his fingers through Tonks’s silky smooth hair, and
he pulled Fleur’s body flush to his own by the meat of her beautiful ass. By the time Tonk’s started
bobbing faster up and down his shaft like a vacuum made of wet, hot and rippling throat muscle,
he’d banished Fleur’s bra to feel her tits flattened against his chest, had her hands combing through
his unruly hair, and had her tongue dueling with his own for supremacy. Very suddenly, Harry
found himself immensely grateful that their memories were being copied on the recording orbs.
There was no way, no way that he wanted even the smallest details of this encounter to ever grow
vague with age.

After slowly pulling back from what had become a very long and lingering kiss, Fleur kissed
Harry’s scalp, then his forehead, then his cheek, neck, shoulder and chest. She continued her
butterfly trail of lips and skin down Harry’s body by kissing his diaphragm, his ribs, his various
abdominal muscles, his belly button and the vee muscles leading down to his cock. By the time
Fleur left a score of kisses down the entire length of Harry’s upper body, Tonks knew what to
expect and had already shifted to the right a bit to make room for her. Of course Tonks hadn’t
given up custody of Harry’s cock at all, so the man’s dick was being pulled to the side by her
tightly sucking mouth. That was okay. Fleur wasn’t trying to poach Harry’s cock from Tonks.
Instead, she straddled Harry’s left leg, eased her face down between his thighs, and took one of his
overlarge hanging testicles into her mouth.

The reaction Fleur received to the attention she was giving Harry’s balls was both immediate and
noticeable. His body shivered, his testicles trembled, and his hand came down to softly cradle the
back of her head. Very few people were able to convey their feelings using only touch the way that
Harry Potter could. Fleur usually ignored as many of those signals as she could, but today wasn’t
one of those days. Today she wanted to feel his care and his appreciation. Today she wanted a far
more emotional connection. Today she wanted reassurance. Harry had almost died up there on the
Bow deck. Without all of those potions that he’d been carrying around for seemingly no reason, he
would have died right then and there, and there wouldn’t have been a damned thing that she could
do about it. Just thinking about that had her reaching out to slip her arm around the back of Harry’s
waist. Then, when she remembered how she’d felt at the time, she ended up grabbing his forearm
to keep his hand exactly where it was. Finally, the idea that Harry might get hurt again in the future
had her thighs squeezing around his kneecap and calves. There was no doubt about it. Her actions
were undeniably needy, her actions were inexcusably transparent, her actions were a mistake… but
she was in no state to worry about such things. No… Not today. A few moments later, when Harry
started tenderly cupping her cheek and running his thumb through the hair over her ear, Fleur knew
for sure that he’d figured out the direction of her thoughts. She looked up at his face. They locked
eyes. She didn’t look away...

Unlike Fleur, Tonks was openly thrilled when Harry started fussing at her hair, and she redoubled
her efforts to push the man into cumming down her throat. There was just something so… superior
about the taste and smell of Harry’s cock, as if he were an alpha and she could feel it at a primal
level. Either way, Tonks was extraordinarily excited and she was aiming to impress. After pulling
her skin tight lips up the meat of Harry’s shaft, she wound her tongue in a full circle around his
crown. Then, once her tongue was nice and tight around Harry’s entire head, she pulled the
appendage back in a slow wringing motion and then drove her mouth back down his length.
Finally, when she was bottomed out on his cock again and her chin was resting near Fleur’s mouth,
she swallowed as hard as she could about a half a dozen times, squeezing his shaft in a fist tight
prison of slippery sucking flesh. Harry’s cock trembled and shook but he somehow managed to
resist her efforts… Good boy. Don’t just give in. Make me work for it… Tonks repeated the effort
over and over again with a happy little humm in her throat that vibrated against every inch of the
man’s shaft. It was only after about a minute of such treatment that she became aware of the
staredown that was occurring between Harry and Fleur, and she smiled mischievously around the
base of Harry’s cock. Awwww… These 2 were adorable… With a pop, Tonks suddenly detached
her lips from around the crown of Harry’s dick, took a hold of his cock by the base and then moved
to slap his meat down against Fleur’s completely unexpecting face.

“Your turn to suck him Fleur!”

Slap!

When Harry saw his cock get slammed down against Fleur’s upraised face to lay heavily against
her forehead, he was almost a hundred percent certain that there’d be hell to pay. He was wrong...
For a little more than 4 or 5 very silent seconds, Fleur just stared at his cock from an extremely
close angle, with her eyes crossed and everything. Then she was doing exactly as she’d been
ordered without reacting in the slightest to Tonks’s dick slap. With an impressive economy of
movement, Fleur immediately had Harry’s cockhead both inside of her mouth and moving down
her throat, and she was bobbing up and down his entire length by the time Tonks finished gasping
in surprise.

For the second time in less than 10 minutes, Harry found himself with his head lolling back against
the headboard at what was being done to his dick. There was no doubt about it, Fleur’s mouth was
a wet sucking heaven, and he knew for certain that he’d never grow tired of it. While he and Fleur
had started fucking each other just a few weeks earlier, Fleur had been blowing him on a near daily
basis for over 9 months before that finally happened. Fleur Weasley was an innately sexual French
Veela woman who knew his cock like she knew her own magic. There weren’t any gimmicks or
physical transformations at play in her blowjob game, just pure skill, unrivalled finesse,
unbelievable amounts of familiarity, and a hunger that was visible in her unblinking, lust filled
stare. And it was a stare... Now that Fleur had his cock in her mouth, she clearly wanted him to
know both who she was doing this for and exactly how she felt about it.

She was doing it for him, and she was loving every second of it…

“Fuuuuuuuck,” both Harry and Tonks moaned at almost exactly the same time.

“I thought I was the best of the best,” Tonks admitted in between small sucks and kisses to Harry’s
balls. “Turns out I’ve been competing for second this whole entire time. I have never seen anything
quite like this…”

“I say the exact same things to her every single day,” Harry agreed with a groan. “Fleur Weasley is
the most innately hungry and gifted cocksucker on the face of the planet. She’s an unbelievably
high spec cum swallowing machine, and yet she somehow manages to improve.. every... single...
time.” By the time Harry finished groaning out his extremely demeaning compliment, Fleur’s eyes
were on fire with poorly feigned anger, but her body was squirming atop his leg and her lips were
hollowed out around his cock. As per usual, something about being completely objectified hit the
woman right in her strike zone, and her perfectly shaped, beautiful ass was swaying back and forth
in the air as a result.

“That’s completely inspiring! I’m inspired,” Tonks enthused in a completely delighted voice,
before reaching out and taking a hold of Harry’s cock at the base. “I’m so inspired in fact, I’ve
decided that we’re going to take turns Fleur. 40 pumps pass from this point forward. Let’s tame
this massive cock together like the Pottersluts we are.”

While at first Fleur bottomed her mouth right into Tonks’s fingers and then gave the woman an
unhappy look, eventually she nodded her understanding, slowly pulled her mouth up off of Harry’s
dick, and began pumping it in both of her hands. “.........Fine…”

Harry’s balls noticeably twitched at Fleur’s vaguely sulky expression and her reluctance to part
with his cock.

Now that… was adorable....

After sliding up Harry’s side and pulling his hands around her waist, Tonks gave Harry a very
sultry look from very close range and softly nibbled at his neck. “Just one quick question before I
get creative with my metamorph skills,” Tonks whispered directly into Harry’s ear. “Are there any
attractive girls from around your grade at Hogwarts that you don’t want me to become?”

“Hermione Granger and Ginnevra Weasley are the only two that I can think of,” Harry replied as he
ran his hand down Tonks back.

“Very inclusive Harry,” Tonks replied in a pleased sounding voice. “I like that in a man. It gives
me a lot to work with…” Then Tonks was dropping back down to Harry’s waist and completing a
transformation while she did so. By the time her mouth was mere inches from the cock being
pumped in Fleur’s hands, she was in the form of a gorgeous black woman that Harry immediately
recognized.

“Angelina Johnson,” He breathed out as the professional Quidditch player took the head of his
cock in between her beautiful pillowy lips. Then Tonks started sucking him in earnest while
waving her massive bubble butt in the air behind her, and Harry found himself panting at how
unexpected and erotic this was. “Hohhh fuck. You’re a miracle worker Tonks! What a fantastically
slutty wife you are! I’m so fortunate that your husband’s a complete fucking imbecile!”
In response to Harry’s praise and far more importantly the way that he was demeaning her
husband, Tonks piled on even more effort, aiming to make his eyes curl into the back of his head.
40 slow but extraordinarily thorough pumps later, she was actually forced to pull away by Fleur, at
which point her lips were instantly replaced by the Veela’s hungry little throat. Fleur was visibly
forcing herself to move at a much slower pace than normal so that she’d have more time with his
cock in her mouth. She moved slower but she also sucked much harder and used far more tongue,
and the way that she stared into his eyes felt like she was trying to peer into his soul. Harry found
himself cradling her face and whispering the kind of backhanded compliments that she was capable
of taking from him. “Dear Gods Fleur. Your hot little mouth really has become completely
essential to the draining of my heavy fucking balls. I will never, ever grow tired of giving you a
protein heavy diet.”

“She improves because your cock is delicious and because it's meaty enough to give her something
to work with,” Angelina explained as she pulled her mouth off of Harry’s left nipple.

“Meaty like this gigantic ass of yours,” Harry retorted, with a hand sinking into the thick shelves
that made up Angelina’s massive ass. Then he tensed up, gasped, and his eyes suddenly rolled back
into his head as Fleur took offense to his divided attention, deepthroated his entire cock, and
rapidly swallowed against every single millimetre of his shaft and head. “Gods above,” Harry
choked out as his free hand returned to comb through Fleur’s infinitely soft hair. “I get it Fleur. My
cock is in your mouth right now. It’s your time. Now, show Tonks here why I let you order me
around all the time. Show Tonks why I come when I’m beckoned.”

And she did. Fleur’s mouth instantly went completely fucking wild on Harry’s cock, with so much
speed and tenacity she ended up dragging her hollowed out cheeks up and down his shaft far, far
more than her allotted 40 times.

As expected, Tonks ended up squawking indignantly at how her counterpart was cheating and
dropping in to move her aside by force. By the time she finished muscling Fleur’s lips off of
Harry’s cock, she was adopting a new form that ended up being Penelope Clearwater, the very
pretty but equally tedious and boring Ravenclaw that was married to Percy Weasley.

This version of Penelope wasn’t boring… like, at all. This version of Penelope sucked on the head
of his dick like it was delicious and ran her hands up and down his stomach as if she was
worshiping his body. This version of Penelope was a complete slut for big Potter dicks and Harry
was loving every single second of it.

Over the next 10 or so minutes, Harry received sloppy, enthusiastic blowjobs from Fleur, Luna
Lovegood, Fleur, Katie’s Bell, Fleur, Alicia Spinet, Fleur, Daphne Greengrass, Fleur, Pansy
Parkinson, Fleur, Meghan Jones, Fleur, Padma Patil, Fleur, Hannah Abbot, Fleur, Lavender
Brown, Fleur, Romilda Vane, Fleur, Cho Chang, Fleur and Susan Bones.... It was only when Susan
Bones released his cock from between her massive fucking tits only for Fleur to begin giving him a
similar treatment with her own that he started to grunt and groan in eminent release. “Gonna…
cum… girls…”

“Who gets to have it,” Tonks asked in a sudden hurry.

“Both,” Fleur announced confidently after popping her mouth off of Harry’s cockhead and jerking
it towards both of their faces. “‘Arry cums enough een just a seengle orgasm to knock up ze entire
‘Ollyhead ‘Arpies Quidditch team, eencluding ze second and third string.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tonks cheered, wiggling into Fleur’s lap to make herself a prime time target for
Harry’s cum.
“Release your shifting for the cumshot Tonks,” Harry groaned as he desperately held back his
release. “I want our recorded memory to feature your stunning, Black family features getting
painted a creamy white.”

After a moment where her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed just a little bit pink, Tonks
suddenly shifted into a much more slender woman that nonetheless had tits nearly the same size as
Susan Bones’s. She had jet black eyes and charcoal black hair that was long and lustrous and wavy
like an 80s supermodel. She looked exactly like what you’d expect from a member of the black
family, with high cheekbones and classically beautiful, aristocratic features. Long story short,
Tonks could quite easily keep any man happy with her actual appearance for the rest of their lives
without ever shifting or transforming. Harry was well aware that the real reason Tonks didn’t
appreciate her own appearance was because she was a dead ringer for a young Bellatrix Lestrange,
her insane (and dead) Death Eater cousin. He understood that much, he really did, but it was just
so… silly. Nuh uh. Not today. He fully planned on enjoying every single second of Tonks’s
current bombshell appearance, and he didn’t really care if she felt a little conflicted about it.

“Ohhh that’s the stuff Tonks, you gloriously sexy, Demi Moore in the movie Striptease lookalike,
big tittied sex icon piece of ass,” Harry growl ranted as he began to relax the muscles at the base of
his cock. “If I’m gonna save a memory where I cum all over both of my cockwarmers’ faces, I
can’t have either of them trying to deny their involvement later.”

Fleur immediately shook her head as, of course, she had no intention of denying Harry anything,
like… at all, but she could see what her benefactor/lover was up to, and she approved of his
manipulations. Even as Fleur realized that she was irreparably addicted to absolutely everything
Harry Potter related and had only grown increasingly excited at being called one of his
cockwarmers, she continued to frantically jerk Harry’s spit soaked cock towards both her and
Tonks’ wide open mouths.

Tonk suddenly found herself getting way more into what she was currently doing as Harry made
flattering comparisons to a stunning Muggle actress and offered up a really exciting spin on her
current identity reveal. “Oh no,” she suddenly called out in terribly acted alarm, even as she pressed
her cheek closer against Fleur’s. “I’ll never be able to deny that I’ve cheated now. I’ll never get to
sweep this under the rug or act like it was someone else. It really is me, Tonks Weasley! I’m a
slutty, unfaithful housewife! I’m willing to do absolutely anything to get my pussy stretched by
Harry Potter’s dick!”

When Fleur nodded her silent agreement while jerking off Harry’s cock within just 2 inches of her
o’d out lips, Harry suddenly found that he was far too excited to contain himself any longer, and he
felt a river of cum boiling up through the length of his shaft. With an almost pained grunt and a
massive exhale, Harry rose to his knees, took his cock into his own hands, and aimed it center mass
where Tonks and Fleur’s faces were connected. Then he was cumming and cumming hard,
launching hot ropes of pearly white seed to audibly slap against first Tonks’s cheek and then
Fleur’s chin and then Tonk’s forehead and Fleur’s mouth. Over and over again, Harry painted the
girls’ faces, necks and tits in an uneven but widespread layer of thick frothy cum, even as he
grabbed Fleur by her ponytail and began pulling her mouth towards his cock. As he’d come to
expect from her, Fleur immediately opened her mouth wide with a manic gleam in her eyes, and
she didn’t resist his pull for even a millisecond. Slowly but surely, Harry dragged her lips down the
length of his continuously cumming cock, and he grunted in pleasure when Fleur swallowed as
hard as she could against every fresh inch that he fed to her. When he finally finished shoving his
cock balls deep down the length of her throat, he held her chin against his balls for upwards of 10
to 15 seconds before slowly beginning to pull himself out of her. By this point, Fleur was visibly
shaking in an orgasm of her own because she absolutely fucking loved it when he used her body
for his satisfaction. Then Harry’s cock was being pulled free from Fleur’s tightly sucking lips and
he was aiming it towards what could only be described as a fantastically excited Tonks. In the end
he didn’t have to feed his cock to the woman or even move at all. Instead she launched herself face
first at his newly freed dick and hammered his shaft down her unresisting throat with the
enthusiasm of a drowning person seeking air. With yet another overwhelmed grunt, Harry found
himself holding Tonks’s head still as he drained the rest of his orgasm down her rhythmically
contracting throat. The woman was a real firecracker, as she groped and felt up the muscles of his
ass and thighs the entire time she gulped down his seed.

Harry’s orgasm was decadent. It was luxurious. It was the culmination of a truly exceptional
double blowjob from Fleur and Tonks Weasley. The level of talent being wasted on that family
was absolutely astonishing…

Twenty seconds later, when Harry’s orgasm came to an end and he pulled his cock from Tonks’s
mouth with a small suctiony pop, he leaned back on his calves and surveyed the damage. Almost
immediately after he withdrew, Tonks and Fleur turned to look at each other, saw the semen
adorning their faces, necks, collarbones, and breasts, and then moved towards each other with
highly erotic looks on their faces. Fleur banished Tonk’s cum stained bra off of her body before it
could soak up any more of Harry’s seed. Tonks grabbed Fleur around the waist and started kissing
her. Fleur started kissing Tonks in return. They moved to lick each other’s faces. They were forced
to take turns. Tonks seemed especially interested in sucking on Fleur’s cum covered tits. Fleur
seemed wholly interested in licking every inch of Tonks like an ice cream cone made of Harry’s
cum. They paused. Then they cooperated. Fleur let Tonks go first, cradling the woman against her
breasts like a mother as the woman suckled on her nipples. The entire time she nursed Tonks, she
wiped cum off of her counterpart’s body with long gentle sweeps of her fingers and then drew
those fingers to her mouth. Fleur was legitimately hungry to take up every last speck of Harry’s
cum. Tonks was merely a gleefully perverted opportunist with a newfound appreciation for the
female form.

Harry was a big fan of both ladies’ motives. Variety being the spice of life and all...

Over the minute that followed, almost all of Harry’s cum was licked up, swapped and then
swallowed and the visual was hot enough to rouse the dead. Point of fact, Harry hadn’t actually
allowed his cock to go soft at all, but that was a completely redundant bit of magic on his part. Any
healthy red blooded male would’ve been hard enough to bend steel by the time the two beauties
were finished making out with each other.

It…. was… hot…

“I can’t even believe you managed to reach orgasm just from having Harry cum down your throat,”
Tonks remarked in a truly impressed sounding voice. Even as she said those words, she
transformed her appearance back to that of the naughty Veela twin.

Fleur was completely incapable of responding to Tonks’s admiration. She was a classy and
sophisticated French witch as well as a word renowned political elite. She wasn’t supposed to be so
unbelievably turned on by being used as nothing more than Harry’s cum disposal… but she was…

“Fleur really is something special,” Harry replied as he pulled the woman’s unresisting face against
his chest and momentarily hooked a finger into her mouth to draw out her cheek. “If she decides
that she’s going to do something at all, then by the Gods she’s going to do it well, and she derives
immense satisfaction from the smallest of improvements. That… and she’s bar none the thirstiest
cocksucker I’ve ever met in my entire adult life... I’m a huge fan…”

“And so you should be…” Tonks agreed with a mischievous smile aimed at her newly squirming
in-law…
“And then of course there’s the matter of rewarding Fleur for her immense devotion and skill,”
Harry mused as if he were speaking to himself. “I thiiiiink… I’m going to fuck Fleur first and make
you watch every single second of it from the sidelines.”

“What, why, no,” Tonks began, but by then a series of black velvet ropes were already growing
along her wrists and ankles and slowly dragging her to the headboard of the bed. Soon enough, she
was sitting propped up on several pillows against the headboard with her legs splayed wide apart
and her arms out at her sides. “Haarrry,” She moaned piteously. “Don’t do this to meeee…”

“There, there, I’m not punishing you Tonks,” Harry consoled as he patted the woman on the thigh
and turned to look over at Fleur. “Fleur… Will you please explain to Tonks what I insisted on
doing to you before I took you for the first time?”

“‘Arry tied me…” Fleur paused and rubbed at her thighs before she continued. “‘Arry tied me up,
eensisted zat I was unsanitary because ozzer men ‘ad used my pussy, and zen ‘ee... ‘ee cleaned
me,” Fleur explained with a vibrant red blush growing on her face and into her neck.

While at first Tonks quickly opened her mouth intending to tell Harry to fuck himself, the words
never came out because of Fleur’s vibrant red blush and fidgeting… Then she looked over at
Harry’s smiling face and the orb of soapy water that was quickly circling around his hand. “Uhhh
ohh Gods…”

Slowly and with a small knowing wink up at Tonks’s deer in the headlights look, Harry banished
the soaking wet little panties off of her body, drew his orb of soapy water down to the woman’s
pussylips and then set it to work with his will. In the same fashion as had been done to Fleur a few
weeks earlier, the orb of highly pressurized flowing water would scrub and press against her clit
and folds before finally spreading her open and teasing her pussy to a fever pitch. The magical
power cost required to pull something like this off was extremely high, but the payoff? Well… It
was worth every penny...

“Hohhhh hohhhGods Haarrrieee,” Tonks began moaning even before Harry finished turning away
from her and beckoning for Fleur to rejoin him.

Fleur crawled her way into Harry’s arms again without a single word and only a fleeting
sympathetic look in Tonks’s direction. If she’d heard right, she was about to be rewarded and she
didn’t want to miss out on that for anything.

“While Tonks here is definitely interested in having a ride on my cock, I’m fairly certain she has
just as much interest in the absurd curves of your body,” Harry stage whispered. “For that reason, I
think I’m going to lay down with my calves over her spread open thighs, and give her a really up
close look of you riding my cock in reverse-cowgirl. I think Tonks will really enjoy watching those
perfect tits of yours bouncing up and down as you fill yourself with my dick, and who knows, it
might even distract her away from the cleaning that she’s undergoing.” Harry’s smile was one of
nearly cruel mischief, because they both knew that Tonks was going to be half insane by the time
he was done with her.

Fleur wasn’t really all that worried about the relentless pussy teasing that Tonks was currently
experiencing. In fact, she was having a lot of trouble hiding just how much she loved this plan.
Harry’s dick. Harry’s dick inside of her. Harry’s dick inside of her now. Those were the three main
points that comprised Harry’s idea, and they were the only three things that she needed to know.
With a small nod of her head, Fleur moved aside as Harry lay down, edged his waist as close as he
could to Tonk’s spread open thighs and then curled his calves over the top of her legs. With that
accomplished, his cock was pointing straight up into the air just a half a foot away from Tonks’s
water teased pussy. The positioning was sure to provide the Metamorph with an up close and
personal view of the sex they were about to have. Even with that being the case, Fleur didn’t even
hesitate. She immediately straddled Harry’s waist, facing towards Tonks to take in her twitching
body and red flushed face, and then she took up his cock to pump at it with both of her hands. In
the moments that followed, Harry’s hands softly ran down her waist to settle on her thighs and
Fleur shivered from head to toe in her growing excitement.

“Good girl Fleur,” Harry encouraged as he affectionately squeezed at her thighs, lower back and
ass. “Go ahead then. Take me inside of you. Do it slowly so that Tonk’s can see what she’s in for.
Give me some of that sweet fucking pussy…”

“I will service ‘ou,” Fleur breathed out from force of long habit, as if the words were becoming
more like a prayer or a chant with every single repetition. Then she was rising up as high as she
could on her knees, spreading her pussy lips around the head of Harry’s cock and allowing her
kneecaps to slide off to the sides. With a moan that was broken into several different pieces
through a shaking and shuddering exhale, Fleur’s elastic tight pussy descended down the length of
Harry’s cock and rippled along his length with the force of her upcoming orgasm. Then his flared
out cockhead thumped firmly against her womb, and the orgasm wasn’t upcoming anymore. It was
now. It was the present. It was her entire present and the only thing that her overwrought nervous
system could focus on. Gods… Goddesses. Every… single… time! Every single time Harry’s cock
stretched out her pussy, it was like she was a virgin again. Every single time his cock entered her, it
remade and remodelled her, it reshaped her tight little pussy to fit around his girth and his length.
Every single time his crown slammed up against her cervix, it felt like a bolt of liquid lightning
alighting the nerves of her core into an explosive rush of pleasure. Fleur shook and she shivered as
her eyes grew lidded and her mouth hung open. A low and slutty moan leaked out of her mouth as
a tidal-wave of orgasmic euphoria radiated up and down her thighs, back and stomach muscles.
Without even thinking about it, Fleur found herself grinding her pussylips down as hard as she
could against the base of Harry’s shaft, insistently and repeatedly rooting the head of the man’s
dick into her deepest, most fertile depths. Her deliriously happy little womb made insistent
demands of her, and her body moved to obey both instinctually and willingly. Fleur’s Veela
heritage was making itself known, and she wasn’t fighting it anymore. She allowed her body to
rejoice because she was being mated by the best magical genetics the mortal plane had to offer.

All of these feelings and sensations happened within just the span of 5 to 8 seconds, leaving Fleur’s
entire body trembling on a hair trigger and ready to explode...

Then Harry was running his hands up and down her sides exactly like a lover would, and Fleur
groaned loud and low at how unfair the man was being. He knew. He knew exactly what she
needed to avoid. He didn’t care. He wasn’t considerate. He did whatever the hell he wanted…
Today was the worst possible timing for him to caress her body as if she was precious to him. She
wasn’t in the right place. She wasn’t in the right mind… She thought of telling him to stop... She
didn’t… She couldn’t...

Then she was distracted.

“Soooo sexy Fleur… Holy Gods… your belly,” Tonks managed to moan out in a shaky voice as
she stared down at the small indentation that Harry’s cockhead was making above Fleur’s navel.

Looking down at her own stomach, Fleur began idly rubbing her hands against her belly and the
knot of pressure that she could feel deep within her core. For the second time in under ten minutes,
she found herself stuck with nothing to say. Gods help her, but she really did like the bump. Despite
the dangers it presented to her persistently ovulating womb, she liked to see how deep Harry was
inside of her and how full of him she was...
“Not a day goes by that I don’t end up grateful to Fleur’s slut magic,” Harry whispered as he rose
to a seated position, rested his chin on her shoulder and began pinching at her rock hard little
nipples. “Fleur can take what I have to give her, and she can take my magically bolstered cumloads
raw and unprotected without immediately getting pregnant. While you sit there and watch us fuck
each other senseless, I suggest you start preparing for me to split you wide open and how you’re
going to protect your eggs from my seed.”

“Reaaady… now,” Tonks slurred with her eyes both wide and hopeful. “Ready to squeeeeze…
your diiiick.”

With a smile of appreciation accompanied by a small shake of his head, Harry cupped both of
Fleur’s tits in his hands, rubbed at her nipples with his thumbs and then slowly ran his hands down
the length of her stomach to rub at her clit. “Sorry Tonks, but like I said. My career cumslut here
has been especially well behaved and affectionate today. I intend to reward her by filling her womb
to bursting with my cum.”

Fleur wiggled and squirmed in Harry’s arms, aroused beyond measure by both the possessive tone
of his ultra demeaning words, and her urgent desire to be filled with his seed.

Tonks shuddered as a wave of soapy water abruptly stretched her pussy walls in wonderful ways,
only to ease away leaving her stuck on the edge. She was never going to make it. She was going to
be teased to insanity long before Harry and Fleur stopped fucking each other. She shuddered, she
shook, she whined deep in her throat. “Huuuurrrry pleeease..”

After nodding at Tonks’s moaned out request, Harry cupped Fleur’s right breast, channelled magic
directly into her clit with his other hand, squeezed her tightly with both of his arms, and then
slowly began lifting her body up along the length of his cock. It was a challenge. Fleur’s pussy
wasn’t cooperating. Her insides tightened up more and more with every centimeter that he
managed to pull out of her, until his cockhead was dragging against tightly contracting pussy meat
and Fleur was mewling like a cat. Then, when Harry finally had the woman’s pussy lips gripping
desperately at his cockhead and nothing else, he firmly drew her back down his entire length and
slammed his crown womb deep with authority. Fleur immediately exploded into a long, loud and
throaty moan and then spilled femcum all over his cock and balls. She shook, she shivered, she
panted like she was running a marathon, and she clutched at his sides for support. Ten seconds
later, when Fleur was finally capable of movement again, she began kissing and nibbling on
Harry’s neck and chin, softly massaging at his balls, and grinding her ass back against his lap. It
was official. Fleur Isabelle Weasley was being an especially needy little slut today…

It was adorable...

“Gods damn you’ve got such a hot little cunt,” Harry whispered into Fleur’s ear as he started
dragging her pussy up and down the length of his dick. “I’m never going to grow tired of using you
Fleur. I’m never going to stop making you surrender this sexy fucktoy body to me. Your entire
career is going to be spent with your womb swollen with my cum.”

“Yes! yes! Please keep making me serve ‘ou! Please keep taking my body! Please stay safe. Please
don’t leave me.... Gasp!” Almost a full second after those last 2 requests slipped through Fleur’s
overexcited daze, her eyes snapped open and then flitted sideways towards Harry’s face. Then she
bit at her bottom lip at what she found. Harry was still lifting and dropping her body on his cock
with a finesse that spoke of long practise and consummate skill, but now he was staring back at her
with an extremely intense expression on his face. He’d heard her. He’d heard her words and he’d
felt the emotions that drove them from her thoughts. Fleur held Harry’s stare and didn’t say a word.
She’d meant what she’d said, and she wouldn’t take it back for her own convenience. To do so
would be needlessly hurtful, and Harry was the last person she’d ever want to hurt…

Gods and Goddesses...

”Fleur… I promise to go back to normal in just a little while,” Harry breathed out into the skin of
her neck. “But I’m about to treat you like I actually give a fuck about you, and you’re not going to
stop me.”

“OhhhhAarrie,” Fleur moaned as she was softly gathered up and placed down on her back, with her
head resting halfway up Tonks’ twitching belly. Then Harry’s body was covering hers in one fluid
motion, his cock was spreading her pussy once again, and his mouth was pressing into hers with a
hunger that she couldn’t stop herself from responding to. They never did this! They never kissed
like this, and by unspoken agreement, they never used a face to face missionary position. It was far
too intimate. It was far too romantic. It was… Incredible… Good Gods and Goddesses… Harry’s
mouth. Harry’s tongue. The ridges and planes of Harry’s muscular body pressing down upon hers.
It was so much better than she’d ever imagined possible! By the time Harry finally pulled his
mouth away from hers in order to draw in a breath, Fleur had her arms wrapped firmly around his
shoulders and her legs rubbing up and down the back of his powerful thighs. She could only
marvel at the speed that she’d given up her body to this new position, but she wasn’t going to stop.
Harry Potter felt like heaven resting atop her body, and she wasn’t giving up this feeling for
anything!

Unlike Fleur, Harry had never had any issues whatsoever with having missionary sex with her. It
was one of his favourite positions and having Fleur’s fantastic tits within sucking distance added a
lot to the appeal. Truly, he’d only been waiting for Fleur to make a slip up such as the one she’d
just made, so that he could make their first time using the position an especially impactful memory
in her mind. There was another reason though... In the past, if he was too familiar or gentle with
Fleur without giving her a concrete reason why, she tended to pull away, but if he made the right
moves, under the right circumstances, with the right kind of timing, then she was far more likely to
surrender to temptation. It was a game of sorts, a battle of attrition, and so far as Harry could tell...

He was winning…

Without ever dropping the intense expression from his face, Harry cupped Fleur’s red flushed
cheek and continued to stare down into her lust filled yes. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want
to lessen the impact of what they were currently doing. Instead, he rubbed his thumb through the
hair over Fleur’s ear as he began pumping his cock down into the clenching meat of her
hyperactive little pussy. Then he kissed her. He kissed her a lot. With every soft and meaningful
little kiss that they shared, Fleur began clutching at his back, shoulders and arms just a little bit
more possessively. With every womb deep pump of his cock, her legs wrapped around his lower
back just a little bit more tightly. With every sweep of his free hand against her thighs or her belly
or her nipples, she began rubbing herself back against his body that much more insistently. In less
than a minute and a half, Harry managed to draw Fleur into a nearly frenzied bout of exceedingly
intimate sex, and had her groping at his body as if she’d never seen it before.

If Harry had to describe how he felt at the moment in just a single word, then that word would have
to be glorious… He was being lovingly enfolded in every last inch of Fleur’s outrageously
beautiful body while enjoying a surge of triumph the likes of which he usually reserved for
winning Quidditch matches and killing Dark Lords… Fleur Isabelle Weasley was having sensual,
passionate, romantic sex with him without holding back an inch. She wasn’t hesitating. She wasn’t
torturing herself with guilt. She was present. She was hot for him. She was moaning into the
juncture of his neck and shoulder like a completely ecstatic whore...
Fuck yeah!

Slowly but surely, over several minute’s time, Harry sped up the thrusting of his hips to the point
that they began hearing the obscene wet squelching sounds that really good sex always seems to
create. Fleur’s pussy wasn’t willing to give up a single inch of Harry’s cock and he wasn’t willing
to slow down his thrusting at all, so their sexes fought a wet sucking tug of war that had them both
moaning into each other’s mouths. Fleur whimpered. Harry groaned. They both trembled. They
both groped and grasped at each other’s bodies as if they just couldn’t get close enough. When
nibbling and kissing at Harry’s chest and shoulder wasn’t enough, Fleur suddenly latched her
mouth onto his neck and began sucking a dark purple hickey into his skin. Harry began channeling
raw magic power down through his cock and then releasing it into the nerve endings of Fleur’s clit
and core. Fleur immediately started keening like a small animal as her allure poured out of her
body and she scratched 10 faint red lines down the entire length of his back. In retaliation, Harry
sucked Fleur’s right nipple into his mouth and then drew his face away from her body to stretch her
tit up into the air. Fleur gasped, then she shivered and her eyes suddenly dilated wide.

Harry knew right away exactly what he was looking at, and he had no intention of showing any
mercy. He sped up the pumping of his hips, and he continued to suck and bite at Fleur’s perfect
little nipples. Then it was happening, and both of Fleur’s hands were dragging Harry’s chin up
towards her face. After smashing her mouth into his in an extremely demanding kiss, she moaned
and squealed her pleasure against his tongue, wrapped his body up in her arms, and squeezed him
with all the strength that her body contained. Then, when Harry responded by doubling the speed
that he was thumping the head of his cock against her womb, she howled her orgasm towards the
ceiling and released a fresh wave of femcum all over his shaft and balls..

“Arry! Oh Arry! I cum, I cum for ‘ou. ‘Ou make me cum again and again and again,” Fleur
moan/whined deliriously into the skin of his cheek, neck and shoulder. Then she started breathing
out a broken and desperate sounding string of completely inaudible French words that Harry was
sure she didn’t actually intend for him to understand. Too bad for her, he immediately released a
small current of magic first to clarify the words and then to translate them into English.

“Je t'appartiens ‘Arry... Tu m'as ruiné pour n'importe qui sauf toi... Veuillez prendre la
responsabilité de me faire ça.. S'il te plaît, vis une longue vie... S'il te plait ne me laisse jamais…”

“I belong to you ‘Arry... You’ve ruined me for anyone but you... Please take responsibility for
doing this to me… Please live a long life... Please never leave me…”

Gods above...

And just like that, Harry’s cock began lurching deep inside of Fleur like an off kilter laundry
machine. He was so unbelievably turned on by Fleur’s whispered confession, he was instantly just
moments away from cumming his fucking brains out. After speeding up his thrusting yet again,
Harry leaned his face into Fleur’s cheek, nibbled on her earlobe and then whispered directly into
her ear. “You are the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet Fleur, and I’m never going to
stop having my way with your body. I’m going to be cumming inside of your perfect little pussy for
years and years to come… starting.. right.. now…”

“Oui, yes, please do eet Arry,” Fleur squeaked out, as her completely out of control allure suddenly
projected a powerful compulsion for Harry to breed with her. Then her legs were tightening around
his waist and she was humping her pussy up into his cock like a woman possessed. “Yesss! Yes
’Arry! Please use me! Please fill me! I want eet! I need eet! Please fill meeeeeeee…’ Fleur’s words
abruptly broke off into a long drawn out string of high pitched e’s, because Harry had slammed
himself balls deep inside of her, and was releasing an absolutely gigantic series of cumloads deep
inside of her belly. Over and over again, his massive cock swelled, then recoiled like a cannon,
rapidly expanding her womb around what felt like a geyser of molten lava. Fleur shook with it, she
forgot to breathe, she stared wide eyed up into Harry’s feral and possessive expression.... and then
she came. She came hard. She experienced a powerful, body shaking climax, just moments after
coming down from another one, because Harry was alive, and safe, and healthy, and he was
stretching out her womb with endless waves of seed…

Gods and Goddesses…

With a possessive growl and all of his body-weight pressing down upon his cock, Harry pinned
Fleur’s body against Tonks’s inner thighs and released every single milliliter of cum that his balls
contained. He panted for air at the intensity of it all. His arms shook as they held Fleur still with
her pussy exactly where he needed it. Then Fleur was drawing his head down towards her body,
and he found his face being nestled within the fluffy heaven that was her hot and sweaty breasts.
For the second half of his orgasm, Harry was given the full lover’s treatment, as Fleur held him
tightly to the curves of her body with her legs, rubbed at whatever patch of skin she could reach,
kissed his scalp, and ran a hand through the sweat matted curls of his hair.

Woah……….This wasn’t merely adorable...

Almost 2 minutes later, when Harry finally pulled his face from within the paradise that was Fleur
Weasley’s breasts, he found her staring up at him and he smiled. She didn’t look the least bit
conflicted. She looked... delicious… She was sweat shined and messy with that recently fucked
look on her red flushed face. Harry’s cock immediately twitched meaningfully within her, causing
the 2 of them to grin at each other knowingly… Then Harry cast a quick glance up over Fleur’s
head, and he immediately froze in place.

“Uhhh… Fleur…”

“Yes ‘Arry?”

“Between the 2 of us, we’ve kinda put Tonks through the ringer…”

After looking up and over her shoulder, Fleur gasped in alarm at the vacant and adoring expression
on Tonks’s slack jawed and twitching face. Between the extremely powerful allure that Fleur had
released and Harry’s water charm, they’d rendered the Metamorph nearly catatonic with a
completely unbridled and out of control lust. She was flushed a vibrant red, she was nearly
hyperventilating, her body was vibrating from head to toe and she was pulling feebly at her
restraints.

“Mon dieux,” Fleur breathed out as she climbed to a seated position on Harry’s lap and choked her
allure back to its baseline level. “Ees she going to be okay?”

After cancelling his teasing water charm, Harry leaned forward, rested a hand on the side of
Tonks’s face and whispered a quiet incantation. Then he winced and closed his eyes as he felt the
completely overwhelmed state of Tonks’s mind and body. Over the next half a minute, he eased
her mind back towards lucidity and reduced the impact of Fleur’s full power allure on her sanity.
Finally, he returned back to his own consciousness and felt Fleur hugging him tightly in her
concern. “She’ll be fine and she’ll be back with us in about 3 minutes,” Harry whispered in a
calming tone. “We do need to be prepared for her to be in a sexual frenzy the likes of which we
usually reserve for each other…”

“‘Ou were just een Tonks’s mind ‘Arry. Do ‘ou ‘ave any eensight eento what she wants most from
us?” At this point, Fleur was biting her lip with a guilty expression on her face. Truth be told, she’d
completely forgotten about Tonks’s presence, and had released levels of allure that were
legitimately dangerous to use on normal witches and wizards. Harry wasn’t normal. Unlike every
other man that she’d ever been with, Harry just fucked her even harder when her allure leaked out.
At this point, it was becoming a habit of hers to hit him as hard as she could when she wanted him
to really make a mess of her body… Oops. Just thinking about that outcome was getting her hot,
and her pussy was beginning to clench rhythmically along the length of Harry’s deeply rooted
cock. She was well aware that now wasn’t the time for her to get carried away again, but her body
wasn’t listening...

“Tonks is highly attracted to my body and my strength, but she’s become equally attracted to your
beauty over the last 2 years, and she finds her newfound bisexual tendencies both taboo and
exciting,” Harry groaned out as his cock was suddenly massaged from every side. “She also has a
really powerful Voyeurism kink that she’s barely aware of, and a desire for us to completely
humiliate her husband.”

After wrapping up his explanation, Harry drew his face away from Fleur’s shoulder and looked
down into her unbelievably sexy aroused expression. “Look Fleur… We definitely owe Tonks
some TLC at this point, so I guess I’ll just ask the question… How bisexual are you really?”

“I am Veela,” Fleur panted out along with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Very, very bisexual...”
Then Fleur shivered from head to toe as Harry’s cockhead twitched, trembled and pressed
insistently against the entrance to her womb. He’d liked that... Fleur liked how he’d liked that...

“Okay then,” Harry panted out as he tried to maintain some variety of control over his body. Here’s
what I have in mind….”

____________________________________________________________________________

Heat, arousal, pleasure... denial... skin on skin, shifting, shuffling, touching, arousal, pleasure...
denial... groping, moaning, kissing, arousal, pleasure... denial... excitement, passion, delirium,
arousal, PLEASURE... DENIAL...

Gasp!

After suddenly returning to full and crystal clear lucidity, Tonks whipped her head from side to
side with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. She was… naked, on a bed, on a lap, in the
middle of the cruise ship’s busiest hallway, smack dab in the middle of the Lido deck, and there
were dozens of people walking around them on every side...

Holy Hell!…

Looking down, Tonks immediately whimpered as she experienced a level of arousal that was of
several magnitudes more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before. Fleur Weasley… The
Fleur Weasley, was buck ass naked, kissing at her inner thighs, and seductively waving her ass in
the air behind her. Not only that… Someone else was squeezing her breasts and pinching her
nipples from behind… Casting a glance over her shoulder, Tonks confirmed that she was indeed
sitting on Harry Potter’s lap with his arms wrapped firmly around her waist…

Merlin’s ghost!..

“Where… why?” Tonks asked in an overwhelmed and breathy voice.

“We’re exactly where you think we are Tonks, but I’ve cast a weak Muggle-Repelling charm and a
strong Remember-Me-Not charm around the three of us,” Harry offered in a quiet but mischievous
voice. “We had a mishap with Fleur’s allure that knocked you for a loop, so we’ve decided to make
it up to you by getting a really exciting memory on the recording orbs…” With a wave of his hand,
the recording orbs floated down from where they were waiting near the ceiling.

“Oh oh my giddy aunt,” Tonks loudly moaned out, as Fleur licked a trail closer and closer to the
soaking wet folds of her pussy, and Harry returned to pinching and groping at her sensitive nipples.
At the volume of her outburst, several nearby Muggles of both sexes stopped in place, peered down
at the three of them, and then gaped in surprise at what they were looking at.

“Better be careful with the volume of your voice Tonks,” Harry whispered with a smile in his
voice. “We’ll have those Muggle’s undivided attention until they finally look away from us, at
which point they’ll forget we even exist. Thing is… You girls are both so unbelievably beautiful...
I don’t think any of these people are going to be looking away anytime soon…”

Sure enough, of the 3 women and 2 men that had caught sight of them during Tonk’s initial
outburst, only one woman had turned away to flag down her friend, at which point she’d instantly
forgotten about them and walked away. Harry, Fleur and Tonks still had a viewing gallery of 4
people, and although they were being pressured to leave by Harry’s weak Muggle repelling charm,
they were far, far too captivated to actually look away. They were stuck. They were captive. They
were staring…

Tonks almost climaxed right then and there as a rush of sudden and extremely unexpected arousal
assaulted her body and left her pussy lips clenching desperately on nothing but empty air. She
twitched with excitement. She gasped in surprise. Then she turned to give Harry a scathing look
because she knew exactly what this had to mean. “You read my mind, Harry,” she immediately
accused. “You found out about kinks that I hadn’t even realized I had.”

“I found you nearly catatonic with an allure overdose, so I checked out your mental state,” Harry
corrected without even pausing in his groping. “I found out a few things about your sexuality while
I was leading your overexcited mind back to the here and now, but I promise I didn’t read anything
that wasn’t free floating in the vicinity...”

“Then you know exactly what I want from you, do you?” Tonks whispered in an increasingly
heated tone of voice.

“Look where we are Tonks,” Harry replied with an evil little smile on his face. “Do you think I’m
afraid to go the distance? Any second now, the Muggle repelling charm that I cast will reach the
end of its power and a barrier ward that I’ve inscribed under the bed will kick into gear in its place.
This new ward will keep the Muggles from trying to reach us, but it’ll do nothing to keep them
from noticing us. I have every intention of making a huge public spectacle of you Tonks. I’m going
to fuck you senseless in front of hundreds and hundreds of people like the hopeless little slutwife
you are, and you’re going to fucking love it.”

In an immediate reaction to Harry`s plan, Tonks shivered in arousal, grabbed his chin and kissed
him hard on the mouth.

It was during that moment that Fleur decided it was time for her to stop playing around. She
completed a long, slow lick of Tonks’s pussy lips, from bottom to top, giving extra special attention
to her clit in passing. Harry also pitched in by pinching both of Tonks’s nipples and pulling them
out from her body to the very limits of their elasticity. For the next two minutes, Harry held a
squirming Tonks in place by the meat of her tits, and Fleur pinned her to Harry’s lap with her
tongue in her pussy.
Then it happened.

Tonks came. She came hard. She came hard and she wasn’t subtle about it. She howled into
Harry's neck, then she screamed when she pulled away. She kicked the bed at Fleur’s sides and she
beat down on Harry’s thighs with her hands. Oh Great Scott and Merlin’s ghost! She’d needed this
soooo bad, and she’d been kept on edge for soooo fucking long!

For over 10 seconds, the black haired Fleur lookalike shivered and bucked as her pussy spilled
juices into the sheets of the bed. The people watching from the sidelines gasped in a mixture of
shock and arousal, and their reactions only served to make Tonks cum that much harder.

Get on your back Fleur,” Harry quietly ordered as he slowly pushed Tonks’s body forward off of
his lap. By the time he’d pushed Tonks down into a doggystyle position, Fleur was being pressed
down into the bed under the Metamorph’s body, was groping and rubbing at her body as much as
possible, and was drawing the woman into a passionate kiss.

As soon as Tonks and Fleur’s lips met and then parted into a fantastically erotic makeout session,
the black haired mock Veela started shivering from head to toe, and her pussy visibly clenched in
need of something to fill it. Harry had every intention of being that something. Without a word, he
lined himself up behind Tonks’s thick and meaty ass, rested his hands on her splayed out hips, and
then began pushing the head of his dick against the woman’s virginal little pussylips. Then he
stopped in place. There was one more thing that he needed to do before he got this show on the
road. After choosing a nearby Muggle man at random, he released a small tendril of magic that
caused the man’s image to waver and become that of Charlie Weasley.

“Pulling away from Fleur’s lips at the feeling of Harry’s dick pressing against her pussy lips,
Tonks’s original intention was to ask what the holdup was. Then she caught sight of the Charlie
Weasley clone standing right in front of her, and a broad/evil smile swiftly grew across her face.
“You really are very good to me Harry,” she purred over her shoulder as she waved her large, heart
shaped ass in the air for his viewing pleasure. “Come Harry… Split ol Tonksie open on that
stupidly huge dick of yours. Make me moan. Make me scream.” Then Tonks looked back up at the
random man wearing Charlie Weasley’s face and she stared him in the eye. “Remind me what it
feels like to be with a real man…” As soon as those words left Tonks’s mouth, her eyes snapped
open as wide as saucers, her back arched back like a tightly strung bow, her pupils drifted up into
her head, and she released a long ululating moan filled with so much sexual satisfaction several of
the nearby men cupped their crotches. By the time Harry’s cock was just halfway inside of her, she
was panting like a racehorse, her red flushed skin was covered in goosebumps, and her thighs were
visibly shaking. Then Harry began performing small grinding thrusts of his cock to break new
ground inside of her tightly clenching pussy, and a continuous stream of frothy femcum began
dripping down her inner thighs.

“For fuck’s sake Tonks,” Harry loudly called out as he pressed his cock against the woman’s
persistently tight, squeezing, and slow to break in pussy. “Your cunt can be any Godsdamned shape
you want to be. Let… me… in!” With every word that came out of Harry’s mouth, he thrust his
cock just a little bit deeper into the woman’s almost irritatingly tight and clenching depths.

“Not a chance you donkey dicked motherfucker,” Tonks yeowled directly into a cushion made of
Fleur’s unbelievably beautiful tits. “I spend my entire sex life making my pussy so much smaller
for my husband, the last thing I’m going to do is make myself looser for a real stud like you! Now
do it! Shove it in there! Ruin my soaking wet cunt around your massive fucking dick you beautiful,
womanizing bastard!

“Fleur, rub at Tonks’s clit for me,” Harry demanded of his full time lover, as he continued to grind
his dick into the Metamorph’s molten hot, dripping wet, and truly uncooperative little pussy. Then
he grunted in pleasure right along with Tonks when Fleur did exactly as he asked, but also began
rubbing at his balls with her other hand. The woman was the best at what she does and there could
be no doubt about it. With all of the extra enthusiasm that he put into his next thrust, Harry
managed to shove an additional 2 and a ½ inches of his cock inside of Tonks, and they both
groaned in a mixture of relief and oversensitivity. From there, as if Fleur had pulled some kind of
slut magic on the 2 of them, Harry made quick work of hilting himself balls deep inside Tonks’s
pussy. Finally, with a loud growl of satisfaction, Harry slapped his testicles against Tonks’s inner
thighs and clapped both of his hands down into the meat of her abundant ass cheeks.

“Full! So fucking full! You’ve impaled me on that horse appendage you call a dick,” Tonks
bleated out in between passionate kisses with Fleur and hungry little sucks on the Veela’s nipples.
“I’m ruined! You’ve ruined me! I tried to fight it, but you battered your massive cock into my poor
little pussy!” Even as she said those words, Tonks actively tightened up her insides so that they
were strangling Harry’s shaft, and she even went so far as to massage his flared out cockhead with
the opening to her womb.

“Just in time as well,” Harry grunted, as he slowly pulled his cockhead from Tonks’s insistently
sucking womb and then resisted the magic that she was performing on his shaft. “The Muggle
repelling charm is just seconds away from disappearing. You’re about to be completely
manhandled by Fleur and I in front of this cruise ship’s entire dinner rush. You’re about to stop
traffic with your whore body and lewd little pussy.”

“Gods yes,” Tonks yelled with her head held high and her attention directed to the crowd of
watching bystanders. “Come watch me get fucked stupid by a strong, powerful, stud with a big fat
dick! Come watch me get stuffed full with cum like the hopeless little slut that I am!”

“What in the hell is that woman talking about,” a muggle woman suddenly gasped out. “Is she
really intending to start having sex with that man in front of all of us?”

”Stop being such a daft cunt,” a second, older woman immediately replied. “Use your eyes girlie!
They already are having sex!”

“No waaaay,” a teenaged boy called out with an excitement that he didn’t even try to conceal.
“Those are the 2 hottest bitches I have ever seen in my entire life! They’re like… fucking perfect!”

“I don’t remember signing up for some kind of avant garde nude art exhibit or anything,” a middle
aged man remarked even as he held a hand over his crotch.

All around the bed that Harry, Fleur and Tonks were occupying, the din of surprise, astonishment
and or excitement grew louder and louder.

With a small nod of his head, Harry notified Fleur that it was time for her to quiet down their
audience so that they were less of a distraction. As he’d grown to expect from her, she’d been
anticipating his gesture, and she immediately began releasing widespread waves of low power
allure to wrap around their entire audience. The allure wasn’t domineering, but it was suggestive
and it appealed to the audience to watch what was about to happen very, very closely. Soon
enough, upwards of 50 plus people were crowding around the edges of Harry’s barrier ward, and
staring down at the 3 of them as if they were a 5 star Hollywood film. Good…

The stage was set…

“This hot piece of ass on the end of my dick is named Nymphadora Weasley AKA Tonks,” Harry
called out in a loud voice to the gathered audience. Then he was forced to grab ahold of Tonks’s
ass and give it a slap when she suddenly tried to pull away from him. “Stop it Tonks! Revealing
your real name is important... It’s important that these people understand that you’re a married
woman!... It’s important that they understand that I’m not your husband!... It's important that they
witness just how deep my cock is buried inside of your hot little cunt!... It’s important that they
realize just how fucking desperate and slutty you really are!... And last but not least, it’s very
important that all of these people hear and understand the cautionary tale of Charlie Weasley, the
absolute buffoon of a man who neglected his wife, only to get himself cucked in front of nearly a
hundred people!...” As Harry yelled out that last sentence, he pointed over at the Charlie weasley
lookalike standing at the corner of the bed, and well over 50 people turned to look at the man with
shocked and appalled looks on their faces.

“Ooohhhh Gaaawwwwds Haarrriieee! You’re a terrible, awful, beautiful maaannnnn,” Tonks

moaned out in a broken and throaty voice as Fleur softly scratched at her scalp and hugged her face
against her breasts. Then her thighs started shaking again, her soaking wet pussy heated up to well
above sauna temperatures, and she began trying to push her pussy back up the length of Harry’s
cock. He didn’t let her. He held her ass firmly in place. Tonks immediately started whimpering
piteously…

“You want me to fuck you in front of your husband and all of these people,” Harry prompted in a
loud but low pitched growl. “Then beg me to do it Tonks… Beg me to take you, right here and
now.”

“Please, I beg you, Harry,” Tonks instantly called out with no hesitation whatsoever. “Please, for
the love of the Gods split open my whore pussy on this bitchbreaker of a cock, and then pump my
guts full to bursting with your cum! Show my husband how depraved little sluts like me need to be
treated. Show him what he’s missing and what a fine piece of ass he’s losing out on in the
process!”

“Done,” Harry barked out as he slammed his cock balls deep into Tonks’s dripping pussy with a
grunt, an unnaturally loud squelching noise, and a noticeably evil smile on his face. Then he was
fucking the Metamorph in looong, hard strokes that had her entire body jostling forward, and her
face bouncing in and out of Fleur’s cleavage. Fleur, the minx, immediately began rubbing at
Tonks’s cock bulged belly, her clit and Harry’s balls as if she were attempting to force the 2 of
them to cum on each other as quickly as possible.

Hot… Soo fucking hot…

Tonks’ Fleur-esque body was just a little bit fluffier than the original, and this manifested in her ass
bouncing around like an upended cup of jello under Harry’s persistently thrusting hips. It was this
hypnotic swaying movement that had Harry slapping first her right ass cheek and then her left, and
it was the suddenness of the abuse that drove Tonks’ pussy to clenching and trembling in a sudden
and violent orgasm. Harry never even slowed down. He fucked Tonks’ rippling and sucking pussy
through every second of her orgasm, despite the way her core muscles were actively pulling and
drawing him further inside of her. Unlike Fleur’s magically perfect pussy, Harry knew that Tonks
was actively forcing her soaking wet insides to do all of the amazing and magical things that they
were doing to his cock, and he found that knowledge sexy in the extreme. Tonks was actively
massaging his shaft and sucking on his cockhead with the deepest depths of her unbelievably tight
pussy. She was coaxing him deeper inside of her where the entrance to her womb wasn’t the
barrier that it was with other women. It was a desperately hungry little suction cup trying to drain
his cock of all the cum it had to offer. Harry’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head in
pleasure as he planted his fingers knuckle deep into the meat of her ass and continued giving it to
her with everything he had.
At some point during his rough doggystyle fucking, Harry caught sight of Fleur rubbing at Tonks’
back, kissing at the woman’s neck and teasing her clit all at the same time. However much pleasure
his cock was currently bringing Tonks, Fleur’s hands, her lips, and her fussy attention to the
Metamorph’s sensitive body was also going a long way towards a driving the woman wild. Then
Harry’s eyes caught Fleur’s staring right back up at him and he simply couldn’t help himself. He
broke character, he stopped rough fucking Tonks from behind, and he dropped forward to drape his
body atop both of the girls. Even as his mouth made contact with Fleur’s, her hand cupped the back
of his head and her tongue wrapped intimately around his own, he continued to grind his cock balls
deep inside of Tonks, causing the woman’s body to twitch and her hands to clutch desperately at
his ass.

“Hoooohhhhh you jerk! You womanizer, you scoundrel... You’re just using my desperately needy
pussy while focusing on another woman,” Tonks accused in a voice that sounded thrilled rather
than upset. “Even as your precum stains my womb, you’re making out with someone else!”

“You’re getting what you really need right now Tonk’s,” Harry corrected as he momentarily broke
away from Fleur’s completely delicious lips. “You’re getting dicked by a man who knows what
he’s doing and can keep his women in line, right Fleur?”

“Oui, yes, yess,” Fleur immediately agreed in a loud and excited voice. “On a daily basis, I throat
myself on ‘Arry’s cock until my chin rests on ‘iis balls, I gleefully swallow ‘iis seed every seengle
time, I moan as I take ‘iis dick een every position eemaginable, and I zank ze Gods for my good
fortune ze whole entire time!”

“Oh Gods, is this what will become of me,” Tonks moaned into Fleur’s neck and shoulder. “Am I
to become one of Harry’s harem of cock worshippers? Am I going to end up just another mouth on
his dick and pussy full of cum?”

“There’s no future tense about it Tonks,” Harry corrected, straightening to his knees and drawing a
guttural moan from her mouth by tripling the pace of his thrusting. “You’re one of mine now.
You’re a Potter family sex slave and your pussy’s mine for the filling.”

“Oh Gods, oh no, oh yes, oh fuck,” Tonks moaned out against Fleur’s cheek and shoulder. “I’m
ruined. I’m ruined. I’m being taken by a big, powerful, brute with a bitch taming dick and more
cum in his balls than sense. I’m done for! I’m fucked!” As if to accentuate her words, Tonks began
humping herself back at Harry like a woman out of control, bouncing the big beautiful globes of
her ass against Harry’s waist several times a second.

“Yes, yes you are,” Harry growled as he continued thumping his crown womb deep inside of the
woman and her pussy became tighter and wetter with every passing second. As the seconds turned
to minutes and then several minutes passed, Tonks shivered and moaned and spilled pussy juices
and clutched desperately at Fleur, and her pussy began to quite literally pull his length back into
her every single time he thrust inside. Her pussy was twining around his length in eager little
spirals of wet sucking flesh and it was becoming increasingly difficult for Harry to hold back his
pleasure. It was official. Tonks wanted him to cum, and she wasn’t being patient about it. Then her
ass and thighs started vibrating again, and Harry found himself holding back his own orgasm for
just a few more seconds at a time.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Harrriieee, Oh Merlin, You stud, you stud, you animal, I’m cumming again,
I’m fucking cumming! I’m cumming on that diiiiiick!” Somehow, with her entire body shaking
from head to toe with her newest orgasm, Tonks still managed to slap the bed around her body, kiss
Fleur hard on the mouth, draw her face down between the woman’s wonderful tits, and then arch
her back with an absurd amount of flexibility. By the time she was just halfway through her
orgasm, she was presenting her pussy up at what she considered extra-hard fucking height, and
shaking it on Harry’s cock like a professional stripper using a pole. “I surrender Harry! I can’t live
without this dick! Destroy me for good! Paint my fertile womb white with your cum! Fill me up in
ways that my asexual, fucktard of a husband never has! Show him what it looks like when a
dickdrunk little bitch submits herself to an extra thorough breeding!”

“Gods fucking dammit Tonks,” Harry called back with a grunt, a feral growl and a rapid increase in
the speed that he was fucking her. “I am not going to take responsibility for whatever number of
kids I’m about to knock you up with! You better make arrangements with that loser husband of
yours because I don’t have any happy homemaker in my DNA!”

“Don’t… gasp… mind, don’t… pant… care! Give... me... that... seeeeeeeed,” Tonks screamed as
her red hot, dripping wet, clenching, sucking cunt, suddenly started spilling pussy juices all over
Harry’s cock and balls.

“You’ve really fucked up this time Mr. Weasley,” Harry loudly called out with his eyes closed in
pleasure and his face turned up towards the ceiling. “Your wife is one of the hottest, horniest,
tightest, most talented, most flexible, most depraved, most enthusiastic fucks that I’ve ever had,
and she’s no longer yours to have and to hold! She’s mine… and I’ll prove it!” In the next instant,
Harry pushed Tonks’s shoulder blades down onto Fleur’s body, pulled her ass even higher into the
air until her feet were just barely dragging along the bed, and then began slamming his cock womb
deep into her pussy from a standing position. “I’m gonna cum Tonks! Take it and remember the
exact moment that you got knocked up!”

“Yes! Yesss! Yessss! Pump me full! Seed me, seeeed me,” Tonks squealed as she shook and
jerked her ass back and forth along the length of Harry’s womb plundering dick. “ I want it, I want
it bad!... I, Nymphadora Weasley, want to have a belly swollen full with Harry Potter’s babies!”

“Done,” Harry barked out again while slamming his cock balls deep, his cock expanding and
contracting as his cockhead docked perfectly with the entrance to Tonks’s womb.

In response to the molten heat that was suddenly expanding the deepest depths of her pussy like a
water balloon attached to a faucet on full blast, Tonks loudly moaned, then she groaned, then her
eyes widened, then she clutched at the sheets beneath her, then she trembled from head to toe, then
she bit her bottom lip, then her eyes glazed over, then she smiled like a drunkard, and then her
eyelids fluttered closed…

For the first 20 seconds of Harry’s powerful, toe curling orgasm, not a drop of his cum spilled or
went to waste. That was the point when, very suddenly, a veritable flood of semen started squirting
passed the skin tight plug that was Harry’s cock. Unlike Fleur, Tonks wasn’t a born that way
sexual creature designed to pursue and then mate the strongest men around. Without a doubt, she
was a uniquely magical woman, but that didn’t give her the slut magic that Fleur uses to such great
effect. No. Just ⅓ of the way through Harry’s orgasm, her pussy was already completely filled to
capacity with cum, and she was starting to leak all over his cock, balls and thighs. In response,
Harry immediately pulled out of her pussy with a loud, wet, popping sound, aimed his cockhead a
little higher, and thoroughly painted her ass cheeks and lower back in a sticky wave of pearly white
seed. As a cherry on top to what was already a fantastically erotic orgasm, Fleur suddenly appeared
out from under Tonks’s newly limp “melting heart pose,” bounced up onto her knees, and hungrily
took Harry’s cock deep into her mouth.

“Ohhh fuck, Fleur you’re an angel,” Harry groaned out as his dick was enveloped in his favorite
blonde’s tightly sucking throat. In return, Fleur gave him a smoldering look that he had a hard time
identifying, and continued to swallow on every last inch of his cock. Harry sensed a wide variety of
emotions couched behind that look, but he didn’t know what to make of it yet so he just cupped
Fleur’s cheek and held on tightly to the back of her head.

After another 15 seconds, where Harry luxuriated in the fact that he was dumping his cum into the
most beautiful woman in the world, he suddenly turned to look at their audience, and gave them all
a questioning look. “Hey!… Perverts!... Don’t you all have somewhere else to be right about
now?!”

Pop!

The bed, its 3 occupants and the four floating orbs, vanished into thin air…

Within the next 2-3 seconds, every single passenger present in the Lido deck forgot that Harry,
Fleur and Tonks had ever been in front of them, and were left wondering why they were suddenly
wet, hard or in the teenager’s case sticky….

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After reappearing in the cabin bedroom that the 3 of them had begun their evening in, Harry slowly
removed his cock from Fleur’s persistently sucking mouth, and then allowed his legs to drop him
to the increasingly dirty sheets. At this point, he was just a little bit winded. It was probably time to
take 5.

He wasn’t going to get even 1…

Without a word, Fleur crawled up the length of Harry’s body, sat down on his thighs, leaned in
over his chest, and stared down into his eyes. “Ou mated Tonks…”

“Well yes and no,” Harry agreed.

With an efficiency that left Harry reeling, Fleur took up his still rock hard cock, positioned it at her
pussylips, and then rooted herself on him in one infinitely sexual movement. They both shivered.
Fleur breathed out hard and her eyelids fluttered. Then her eyes cleared and she continued to stare
down into Harry’s face.

“I’m sensing you have something that you want to discuss with me,” Harry prompted with a hand
resting on Fleur’s right thigh.

“Eef ‘ou aren’t ze least bit concerned about ruining your lover’s lives, zen why am I not yet
pregnant,” Fleur suddenly asked in a thoroughly complicated tone of voice. Hunger, fear,
desperation, love, hate, anxiety, jealousy, reckless abandon… All of those emotions were swirling
around in every single word that she said.

“Uhhh Fleur,” Tonks suddenly called out from the other side of the bed.

With a small growl full of resentment and annoyance, Fleur turned towards Tonks’s still upraised,
cum leaking pussy....

“While I did make Harry cum in my womb, my fallopian tubes are sealed shut right now and I
imagine Harry could tell,” Tonks explained from where her face was still pressing down into the
sheets.

Fleur’s eyes rapidly swiveled back towards Harry.

Harry just nodded his head.

For almost an entire minute, both Harry and Fleur just sat there staring at each other....

“I… I want ‘ou to... forget zis…” Fleur finally breathed out in a teeny tiny voice.

“Never in a million years,” Harry immediately replied.

“I want ‘ou to… never mention zis…” Fleur tried again.

“At least now you’re being reasonable,” Harry allowed, as he slowly sat up and ran his hands up
and down the length of Fleur’s slightly trembling body. A second later Tonks was at Fleur’s back
wrapping her arms around the both of them and squeezing them tightly.

“Please… don’t… make… big… deal,” Fleur whimpered, losing her English as Harry and Tonks’s
combined attention brought an embarrassed red flush to her face.

“I thought I needed a break, but as it turns out I was wrong,” Harry pointed out in a lusty tone of
voice. “Hey Tonks. Can I get you to look like Septima Vector?”

“Oh wow! You have fantastic taste Harry,” Tonks enthused as she slowly released her arms from
around Harry’s back.

“‘Arry! “Your cock ees eenside of me right now,” Fleur loudly reminded him.

“Yes, sorry, I’ll explain,” Harry replied with a hand gently cupping Fleur’s angelic face. “Septima
Vector was a very stern but gorgeous Arithmancy Professor while I was attending Hogwarts, and I
always fantasized about her catching me with my lover in an empty classroom…”

“.....................................Go on……..”

Tonks couldn’t stop the ear to ear smile that she knew was growing across her face. So she was
grateful that she was sitting behind Fleur’s back...

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2 Weeks later…

“Fleur!... Fleur I’m here!... Where are you?...

Harumph…”

Gabrielle Delacour glided gracefully around Fleur’s office in the ICW, looking for any clue as to
where her very busy sister might be at the moment. It seemed like the woman only had an office
for show these days, as whenever Gabrielle came to visit her, she was off either delivering
paperwork or out on assignment.

“What have we here?...”

After looking through a series of drawers containing a metric ton of very boring paperwork, a frill
on Gabrielle’s long sleeved dress caught on an invisible pulley at the back of a cabinet. Then, after
removing the false back that had come free from the cabinet, Gabrielle saw something that was
both surprising and extraordinarily interesting…

Several dozen pairs of panties were stashed in neatly folded little rows, beside what looked like a
very, very expensive looking Pensieve. Upon taking a closer look, the Pensieve ended up being
paired up with one of those Government issue memory recording orbs…

Well, well, well… Gabrielle mused to herself with a sly little smile on her face. What kind of
memory deserves to be reenacted with full sensory immersion and with a clean pair of panties
waiting for you?

With a glance back at Fleur’s fully warded office door, Gabrielle suddenly dropped cross legged
into her sister’s desk chair, rested the Pensieve atop the table in front of her, and then lowered her
face towards it’s milky white contents…

Later that night, when Fleur was completely swamped with the endless paperwork that Harry’s
exploits always seem to cause her, and was in need of a little pick me up, she broke down to
temptation… again, and decided to use the contents of her secret cabinet.

What Fleur failed to notice in her rising excitement, was that a single pair of panties was missing
from among her neatly folded little rows…

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24th of February 1995 - Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament

With a little groan and a sneeze that displaced a small wave of water from her face, 10 year old
Gabrielle Delacour opened her eyes, flailed around to remove a mass of wet hair from her face and
then blinked as she took a look around. She was freezing, but that was to be expected. She was
immersed up to her neck in dark and wavy water, exactly as she’d been warned would be the case.
At the moment, she and a red headed boy were being towed across the water in the arms of a young
man with a very pale complexion.

Wait!!

A young man?! What?!

Wasn’t she supposed to be saved by her elder sister? Wasn’t she supposed to be in Fleur’s arms
right about now?

“Sister… Where?” Gabrielle breathed out, in what she was sure was completely atrocious English.
At first, she was certain that her words were so unintelligible that the boy pulling her across the
water wouldn’t even bother to respond. Then she was almost immediately proven wrong. At the
sound of her voice, the young man looked over his shoulder in order to give her a small smile of
reassurance, and Gabrielle’s eyes widened in shocked recognition. Those beautiful, bottomless,
multifaceted, soulful, emerald green eyes, and that faded lightning bolt scar marring his lean but
handsome features....

Harry Potter…

“Your... sister... is... fine,” Harry annunciated both slowly and clearly for her benefit. “She…
was… ambushed… by… grindylows. She… is… safe… back… on… shore.”
After performing a quick series of very tiny nods to convey her understanding, Gabrielle clung
tightly to the English boy’s side. To do anything else would’ve been completely impossible in her
current state of intense distraction. Her mind was suddenly a flurry of fantastically detailed
fantasies and equally powerful delusions centered around how she’d been the beautiful damsel at
the bottom of the lake, and how Harry Potter had decided that he just had to have her for himself.
She didn’t know where the truth ended and her fantasies began, but there was one thing that she did
know for sure. Gabrielle Delacour had been saved from the bottom of the Black lake by the world
famous Harry Potter.

She also knew that she wasn’t shivering from the cold anymore.

She was shivering for a completely different reason...

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3 weeks later…

“What do you even mean by that Appoline? Gabrielle’s only a half Veela at the very most and
she’s still an adolescent to boot. How could she possibly have imprinted on a boy so strongly and
with such dramatic results?” Adrien Delacour paced up and down the second floor hallway just
outside his daughter’s bedroom, and ran his hands through his anxiety damped hair.

“Our youngest is clearly a genetic throwback of some kind,” Appoline responded from her spot
leaning against the wall. “She is a proto Veela the likes of which the world hasn’t seen in hundreds
of years, back when Veela were very, very different from now, and much, much more powerful.”

As if to underscore Appoline’s words, a powerful wave of scarlet magic suddenly pulsed out of
Gabrielle’s bedroom, curling the wallpaper in the hallway and blackening the edges of Adrien’s tie.

“What can we do,” Adrien immediately asked.

“I know you hate it, but we need to do what I described before,” Appoline replied with a
meaningful look at her husband. “Gabrielle cannot continue a normal Veela maturation as things
stand. Not without young Potter’s direct involvement. Not without doing things and making
decisions that 10 year old girls simply aren’t equipped to handle…”

Moving to stand directly in front of his wife, Adrien stared into her beautiful sapphire blue eyes.
“Will your plan work?”

“............Yes………. Unless of course some event or trauma triggers her again in the future...”

With a heavy sigh and a determined nod, Adrien drew in a very deep breath and prepared his heart.
Stepping passed his wife, he quietly opened the door to Gabrielle’s bedroom and then slowly
moved up next to her bed. Poor thing… His daughter… was a mess…

Gabrielle Delacour was soaked from head to toe, squirming around in her bed as if she were
suffering an extraordinarily high fever, and calling out the name of a boy that she’d only met once
in her entire life. She was also pouring out intense waves of magic that she simply couldn’t afford
to sacrifice, as if her core was a glass dome that had shattered and was leaking in every direction.

Thankfully for Adrien, his wife Appoline was an extremely knowledgeable Veela who knew the
history of her race better than almost anyone. When things started getting really bad for Gabrielle
over the last few days, she’d disappeared into the library and then returned an hour earlier with a
steely eyed look on her face and a plan that just might fix the situation. According to his wife,
Gabrielle was suffering from a profound event that was extremely rare for modern Veela even
when they were getting married and having children as adults. She was imprinting herself on a
man. Her Veela Heritage was demanding that she make the Potter boy hers right this very second,
regardless of social conventions, a language barrier, biology, and even her own lack of magic
getting in the way. This... event that her body was experiencing, was pushing her to undergo a
mixture of both physical and magical transformations that were far more dramatic than the norm
for even a full blooded Veela, and it was forcing it all to happen far earlier in her magical
maturation than her body could handle. Case and point, Gabrielle’s skin was currently releasing
steam into the air as it attempted to take on a moonlit cast, only to return back to normal at a rapid
rate. Her arms, likewise, were growing the vambrace of feathers that one might expect from a full
Veela transformation, except for the fact that they were pure white, and quite a bit smaller and
finer than would normally be expected. In a similar fashion to her skin, these feathers were rapidly
growing out, dropping away from her body, and then disappearing into dozens of sparkler snaps
and small puffs of unscented smoke. Then, finally, there was the honest to Gods set of brilliantly
white wings that were attempting to protrude from beneath the girl’s shoulder blades only to retract
back into her body at irregular and seemingly painful intervals.

Gabrielle Delacour was in very bad shape and her magical strength was waning with every single
second that passed. Gabrielle Delacour was suffering. Gabrielle was Adrien’s youngest daughter.
She was his precious… With a growl of anger at their current situation and that dumbass Albus
Dumbledore for allowing innocent bystanders to get involved in life threatening tasks, he drew his
wand and pointed it down towards his daughter’s face.

“Everything will be better now, dearest. I promise…”

“”Obliviate!!”

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10 years later….

For perhaps the 2 dozenth time in only the last 5 minutes, Harry fussed at his cufflinks,
straightened his already extremely straight tie and shuffled from foot to foot in a mixture of
boredom and agitation. His black suit and tie combo was a very classy little getup, which of course
meant that it was tight and far more confining than the business casual wear that he was used to
wearing. Likewise, the 8 different Magic inhibiting Metal Manacles or MIMMs for short that he
had shackled around his every limb, 2 on both of his wrist and 2 on both of his ankles, felt
extremely confining for entirely different reasons. His magic felt... remote… His magic felt
unresponsive… At this point, Harry might be able to cast something as strong as a Wingardium
Leviosa if he really, really focused on it, but that was about it...

If you considered the fact that just one of these MIMMs contained enough magic suppressing
metal to immediately turn most of Britain’s Auror force into squibbs, then Harry was still doing
rather well...

Oh, who was he kidding… Truth be told, it wasn’t really the getup or his current lack of magic that
had Harry fidgeting in place like an impatient child. It was Fleur… While the woman was
extremely easy on the eyes even wearing a very somber set of black and cream business wear, that
didn’t change the fact that the woman was currently being a massive pain in the dick...

Sigh….

“Just track the girl down, tie her to a damned chair and then question her on pain of tickling
charms,” Harry suddenly suggested/demanded, in a moment of almost completely purified
annoyance. “I’ve been listening to you hum and haw about that sister of yours all damned morning.
Gods help me Fleur, I’m not unsympathetic, I promise I’m not, but I’m the one who’s currently on
trial here... I had no idea that you were such a siscon.”

“Do not cheapen ze pure and meaningful relationship zat I ‘ave wiz my leetle seester,” Fleur
immediately snapped back with her arms crossed under her breasts. “And don’t act as eef you’re
actually going to get een trouble today, because we both know zat ‘ou aren’t. My seester on ze
ozzer ‘and… Never, not once, ever, een my entire life, ‘as Gabrielle called me names and told me
she ‘ates me. I ‘ave no idea what offense I ‘ave committed, but to Gabrielle eet ees a truly terrible
one…”

“Yeah… I can see that. The only time I exchanged more than a few words with Gabrielle was at
your wedding, but from what I recall she was far too pure and innocent for this world… Do you
want me to…” Harry abruptly stopped talking. He’d been about to suggest that maybe he try
talking to the youngest Delacour, but Fleur’s icey look of warning stopped him right in his tracks.
Apparently, Fleur thought he was completely incapable of just not fucking all of the women that he
meets.

Rude...

With a small roll of his eyes, Harry returned his attention to his cufflinks and the state of his suit. It
was almost time to get this little show on the road...

As if summoned by Harry’s expectations, the overlarge gothic doors that they were standing in
front of suddenly opened to reveal the vast confines of the ICW Council Chambers, and the 195
Delegates that were staring down at him with inscrutable looks upon their faces. Considering the
fact that the French Delegate was standing almost directly behind him looking just as bland and
businesslike as the rest of them, it appeared that today’s little circus was going to have perfect
attendance...

“The hearing regarding Noble and Most Ancient Lord Harry Potter’s completely unprecedented
destruction of the Statute of Secrecy will now begin,” an extremely officious and smarmy man
called out from behind an overly elaborate dais.

Due to the fact that he’d been through this particular rigmarole before, Harry quickly moved
towards the raised pedestal that he was supposed to stand on and then awaited the questioning he
was to receive with a stoic expression on his face.

“Tell us Mr. Potter… Why did you do it?” The smarmy man, a Lord Deacon if Harry was
remembering correctly, asked the question in an extremely condescending and judgmental tone of
voice.

After several seconds passed by, Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and then tilted his head to the
side. “Pardon me British Delegate Deacon, I’m going to need you to clarify that question. Do...
what?”

“Why did you cure over 90 percent of the world’s most widespread and dangerous diseases in a
single, highly visible event that alerted the Muggle world to the existence of magic and the
supernatural,” Lord Deacon ground out through clenched teeth.

“Ah… Right… I didn’t do that… That particular miracle was performed by a God, as is usually the
case... or so I’ve been told.” With that much said, Harry nodded his head as if the matter was
settled.
“Why did you facilitate having the Eldritch God of Entropy wipe all of those diseases off of the
face of the Earth then?” At this point it looked like Lord Deacon wanted to take a swing at Harry
and only the audience that they were standing in front of was stopping him.

Once again, Harry didn’t reply immediately. Instead he scanned the amassed Delegates in the
various pews, aiming to see just what it was that they were trying to accomplish. Bemusement and
mild frustration looked like the 2 most predominant emotions on the faces around the room, with a
few small scatterings of deeper resentment and anger spotted here and there…

Very interesting…

While filing away what he’d just learned for later use, Harry pulled in a very slow and drawn out
breath and then began his explanation in a very calm and composed tone of voice. “As you’ve all
no doubt been made aware by way of the extraordinarily comprehensive incident report provided
by Delegate Weasley of France, I was forced to offer up my body as a platform for a sacrifice. I had
no choice in the matter. To do anything else would’ve meant allowing Entropy to feast on one of
the Muggle sacrifices and then negate the human race as a whole. My actions on July the 2nd
prevented the apocalypse… again… You’re welcome…”

“No one in the room said a word in response to Harry’s explanation for several very long moments,
including Lord Deacon… Then the man shook out his head and slammed his hands down against
his dais. “We are aware that the consequences of doing nothing would have been dire. What we
want to know is why you sacrificed such a great many things?! Within one second and the next, 90
percent of the communicable diseases on the face of the planet disappeared, causing society to fall
into mass hysteria and forcing governments all around the world to hint at the existence of magic!
There’s also the very real consequence of having the Muggle population skyrocket because there
are far fewer natural control factors at work!”

“With all due respect Delegate Deacon, can you please stop being so unbelievably ignorant,” Harry
requested in a voice that was suddenly extremely serious.“ At the present moment, the Muggle
population of Earth is 6,461,159,389 people and growing larger by the second… That already is a
population that’s growing out of control, and unlike all of us, these Muggles don’t have relatively
simple methods of attaining brand new geography. Unlike us, every single one of those people are
stuck on Earth for the duration.”

“Earth is our home,” the Delegate from Istanbul immediately called out.

“We can’t leave our ancestral home the Earth,” the Delegate from the Vatican City called out just
as passionately.

“My home, my actual full time home, that I commute to every single night, is in the middle of a
Martian dome settlement that I founded and have been terraforming for years just for the hell of
it,” Harry loudly called out. “We, as wizards and witches, can go anywhere! We can do anything!...
It’s the Muggles that I’m truly worried about.”

“I don’t understand then,” the Delegate from Australia called out from the front row. “If you’re so
concerned about the growth of the Muggle population, why did you allow this God to mostly
eradicate disease?

“Well for the most part I was simply forced to think fast and to work with what resources my
magic provided me,” Harry admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. “On the other hand, I actually
don’t mind this outcome at all. The spontaneous eradication of most diseases might give the
denizens of the magical world some latitude when the Muggles finally catch on to our existence. I
think this most recent event has just the right mixture of powerful benevolence attached to it. My
hope is that when the time comes, the Muggles will take the magical abilities of wizardkind very
seriously and follow our lead into the future, without all of the “shitting their pants in terror” I
feared might have to happen first.”

“So you do plan to reveal us to the Muggles,” Lord Deacon immediately accused with a pointed
finger.

Every single day, on average, upwards of 900 million Muggles are Obliviated of their memories
when they encounter magic and the magical world,” Harry immediately retorted. “At what point
will there be far, far too many people catching on in any given day for the various Magical
government agencies to sweep it all under the rug? At what point will Muggle technology become
durable enough or sophisticated enough to function in magical settings? At what point will our
existence be revealed, along with the not so benign neglect that we’ve been giving them this whole
entire time?”

For several moments, a din of murmuring voices could be heard throughout the Hall, as Harry’s
point was debated back and forth...

“Let me make myself perfectly clear Mr. Potter,” Lord Deacon spat out, anger dripping from his
every syllable. “The British Ministry of Magic does not condone your actions, nor do they intend to
let you off the hook without any consequences.”

“Oh… Okay… So you are firing me then. It’s about damned time!” Harry didn’t have to feign the
look of hope filled optimism that he suddenly adopted on his face. While he knew for a fact that he
wasn’t actually going to be fired, the thought alone was enough to make him smile.

“Pardon me most honorable Lord Potter. I don’t understand what you mean by… fired.” The
implied question came from the Delegate of Germany. An elderly woman wearing an absolutely
gigantic hat.

“There’s no need to be so polite to me at this point German Delegate Schmidt” Harry replied with a
small bemused shake of his head. “I hardly see the point of such flowery rhetoric and effusive
courtesy now… Not when this Council’s seen fit to shackle my magic with enough MIMM regalia
to outright kill a dragon… I do have to agree with your decision to fire me though. I’m way too
much of a loose cannon to be allowed anywhere near the ICW’s most sensitive and large scale
incidents. I also just have much better things to do with my time and much better planets to be
doing them on…”

“P..pa..pardon,” the German Delegate stuttered out again in a far more distressed sounding voice.

“Well… I mean, if it weren’t for the Delegate from France being an old friend of mine, I wouldn’t
be putting myself through any of this Council’s abuse in the first place,” Harry admitted with yet
another shrug. “First of all, I’m not even a true citizen of Earth anymore. I’m a landed immigrant, a
landowner, a government official and a duly appointed Diplomat of both Mars and Europa, which
means that there isn’t a single individual in this room that has even a speck of authority over me.
Then there’s the fact that the workload you’ve all demanded of me this past year is completely
absurd.... I have an idea. Let's take a gander at my itinerary so far this year, at which point you may
begin to understand why I’m feeling so... underappreciated…”

With a little bit of awkwardness caused by the 2 MIMMS on his right wrist bunching up, Harry
reached into his pocket, pulled out a little black book, opened it up, and then began reading from
the first page. “On January the 3rd, I cleaned up and reversed the parasitized cockatrice invasion
that petrified nearly every single human being in Lithuania. On January the 8th, I purified the
necrotizing curse that someone managed to lay down on every McDonalds happy meal all around
the world. On January the 11th, I pacified and sent home the energy beings from Earth 2, Earth's
sister dimension, when Muggle high power radio waves were disturbing them in their realm. On
January the 20th, I stopped the Icelandic timeslip and restored causality to that entire region. On
January the 22nd, I saved the Canadians from the world turtle’s revival and sudden migration. On
January the 30th through February the 8th, I stood in front of the demon incursion in Florida and
sealed the gate that the local Muggles managed to open to the netherworld… On February the…
Actually, You know what? I might just stop there… I wouldn’t want to bore this most illustrious
Council with the paltry little details of the tasks you’ve all so generously bestowed upon me. Please
do keep in mind that all of the events I’ve listed so far happened between January the 1st and
February the 8th of this year. If I tried to get through the rest of the year, it would take up several
minutes of your.. oh... so... valuable... time…”

No one in the ICW Council chambers moved a muscle. They’d all been rendered into a perfectly
still, perfectly stunned form of absolute silence. It had been a very, very long time since any of
these highly educated, highly powerful, super elite politicians were forced to suffer any disrespect
from anyone. Of course the fact that they were out of practice only made it harder for them to
withstand Harry’s sarcastic tone, his obvious disdain for every single one of them, and the fact that
they deserved every single second of it...

Harry almost rolled his eyes. It was almost as if these self-righteous pricks had forgotten just how
much crap they’d unceremoniously dumped into his lap, and how little authority they actually had
over him… In the end, Harry just stepped down from the pedestal without a by your leave, and
turned to look back at Fleur. “I think you can handle the rest.”

“You will stay right where you are until we’re done with you,” Lord Deacon suddenly screamed in
his most stern and authoritarian tone of voice.

With a sigh, Harry turned back towards Lord Deacon and arched his eyebrow at the man.

Then it happened.

With a scarlet flare of ambient magic that began at his feet, Harry disappeared from the Council
chamber in a burst of bright red flames.

For the second time in just a single minute, no one knew exactly how to react to what they’d just
seen.

“Wasn’t Lord Potter wearing enough MIMM metal to render every single witch and wizard within
50 Kilometers of this council chamber into a Squib,” the Delegate from Peru asked with her head
tilted to the side.

“How did he Apparate directly through all of our chamber’s wards, and since when does
Apparition have anything to do with flames and light,” another Delegate called out.

“Did we really just allow that pathetic ingrate Deacon to piss off Lord Potter to the point that he
quit the ICW?!” A third Delegate asked in a nearly panicked sounding voice.

By this point, Fleur had a hand cupping her temples, attempting to massage away the beginnings of
a headache. She and Harry had spoken of this after all... Despite the fact that he was wearing an
absolutely ridiculous amount of MIMMs, Fleur had still gone out of her way to make Harry
promise not to take off mid meeting in some grand magical fuck you to the Council! He’d
promised that he wouldn’t!!
Then Fleur started to really think about what she’d just seen happen, and her lips became a thin
little line. Harry was a great many things, a womanizer and a scoundrel being the biggest 2 among
them, but one thing that he couldn’t be called was a bold faced liar. That, and there was a second
aspect about what just happened that was unusual. Harry’s magic was green. As a general rule
even the flames that he creates tend to be green…

A red flaming Apparition was just a little too out of character...

A pit of worry was beginning to form in Fleur’s stomach. A mystery that she intended to get to the
bottom of ASAP.

What in the hell just happened to Harry Potter?

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CRACK!!

It was a very surprised Harry Potter that was suddenly Force Apparated hundreds of miles in a
flash of scarlet red flames. Then, when the Apparition came to an end, it was equally surprising for
the man to find himself dropping ass backwards onto a leather couch in what looked like a VIP
room in the back of a Muggle night club. Due mostly to the fact that he’d promised not to leave the
ICW meeting that he’d been attending just a few moments earlier even if he did figure out a way to
do so, Harry was just a little bit frustrated at the moment. The chances were pretty good that Fleur
was currently pissed off at him over a very powerful application of magic that wasn’t his doing…
Speaking of which…

While surveying the well-appointed room that he was sitting in and noting the soft thump of hard
bass music playing somewhere off in the background, Harry wondered just who in the hell had
managed to Force Apparate him across the entire country from within the well warded confines of
the ICW. The strength of the magical power required to summon someone against their will argued
that Harry should be very, very careful in how he moves from this point forward. He was still
wearing several Magic Inhibiting Metal Manacles or MIMMs on every single one of his limbs, and
he didn’t have the equipment required to remove any of them… Yeah… It was time to get
moving...

As quickly and as quietly as he could move, Harry began rising to his feet. This timing… It was
just a little bit too coincidental… He hadn’t been as vulnerable as he was now in well over a
decade...

“No. Don’t get up ‘Arry… Sit back down and stay still with your hands at your sides… I will be
with ‘ou een but a moment.” The oddly complex and multifaceted female voice came from behind
a screen that was standing next to the room’s extremely well stocked bar.

With a small grunt of surprise, Harry found his butt obediently dropping back into the plush leather
of the couch and his hands resting casually at his sides.

What in the hell?!

After attempting to push himself back up to his feet again, only for his body to stubbornly refuse to
move, Harry began to feel a bead of sweat dripping from his scalp to run down the side of his
temple. Whoever this mysterious woman was, her voice contained an extremely powerful
suggestive quality the likes of which he’d never experienced before, and once again Harry found
himself bothered by the timing… The odds were pretty good that he would’ve been at least
partially resistant to this woman’s compulsions under normal circumstances, but with his magic all
locked away inside of his body, he appeared to be completely at her mercy.

This wasn’t good…

With the beginning of a slow sexy jazz song and the soft shuffling of fabric, the owner of the voice
emerged from behind the privacy screen in a series of very slow and well executed dance steps.
Immediately after catching sight of the woman and then receiving a hard hit from an unfamiliar
type of allure, Harry’s heart rate doubled, his hands clenched painfully at his sides, his breathing
developed a haggard quality, and his cock… well… his cock did what it tends to do... This woman,
this unbelievably powerful variety of Veela, was tearing down the painstakingly laid out and
magically fortified walls of Harry’s Mind Occlusions, and replacing the self-control that they
afforded him with an extraordinarily powerful lust... Harry was hot. Harry was hard. Harry wasn’t
in the driver’s seat of his body at the moment.

This woman was…

The woman was quite a bit shorter than average at around 5 foot 2 inches and she had a willowy
thin little body, but her extremely slender hourglass figure only served to make her abundant curves
that much more eye catching. In a similar fashion, her hair and eyebrows were a shockingly pure
white that contrasted in powerful ways with her bright violet colored eyes, and her skin was a
luminous moonlit silver. Then there was the woman’s ears... She had a pair of honest to Gods elfin
ears that tapered to soft little points about a half an inch away from her head. It was as if this
woman wasn’t from a mortal plane of existence at all.... It was as if she were a celestial being of
some kind.... The only aspect of the woman’s current appearance that seemed to defy the fey image
that her body was giving off was the strappy little party dress that she was wearing. It was a sexy
dark purple number that featured a plunging neckline to display an abundance of luscious tit flesh, a
wide open back to reveal an elegant neck and shoulders, and a hemline short enough to reveal a
tantalizing expanse of smooth and milky thighs.

All in all, Gabrielle Delacour currently looked like some kind of Nordic Fertility Goddess that had
suddenly decided to go clubbing with a bunch of mere mortals, and had absolutely no idea what
modesty was supposed to be...…
By this point, Harry’s dick was actually hard enough to start throbbing painfully in his pants.
Nevertheless, he tried to act as if he was still calm and in perfect control of the situation. Needless
to say, it was nearly impossible… “Gabrielle,” he offered in a strained little voice. “It's been
several years…”

“I eentend to go by ze name Belle from this point forward… but yes, eet ‘as been several years,”
Gabrielle purred in an eerie two toned voice that was far more than merely sexy. “‘Ou and I ‘aven’t
seen each ozzer since Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Not since ze day zat zey swore zeir fidelity to each
ozzer.” As she spoke, the newly renamed Belle slowly and gracefully crossed the room, her every
movement an overt form of animalistic, almost instinctual seduction.

Every movement of Belle’s legs had Harry twitching in his seat, as images of having them wrapped
around his waist flashed through his mind and filled his every thought with red hot desire. He
shook his head, he drew in a desperate breath, he grit his teeth, and then he looked up at the woman
standing directly in front of him. “Your sister is worried about you…”

“My seester… ees… a... whore,” Belle whispered in a completely indifferent tone of voice, as she
slowly slipped onto the couch and straddled Harry’s waist. “What’s more… what’s so much
worse… ees zat she ees attempting to take what’s mine…”

“I’m… I’m confused… Belle,” Harry gasped out as the ethereally beautiful young woman
straddling his lap began grinding her inner thighs and pelvis against his painfully throbbing bulge.
“The last I heard, you recently got married. You became a duchess of some municipality in
France…”

“Yess, I was married... I suppose I still am… and yet all of zat ees completely eemmaterial now,”
Belle breathed directly into Harry’s ear. The proximity of her full lips to Harry’s cheek brought
about a full body shiver to the man, and she rewarded his very honest body by pressing her breasts
to his chest ever.. so.. slightly. Then she bit her lip and tilted her head to the side. “Would ‘ou like
to ‘ear ze sequence of events zat led to zis outcome ‘Arry? Would ‘ou like to understand why ‘ou
are now mine, mind, body and soul?”

“Yes,” Harry gasped and stuttered, when Belle suddenly ran just the very tip of her tongue up the
side of his neck. “Yes, please tell me how it came to this.”

“Any-zing for ‘ou, Mon Amour,'' Belle drawled teasingly, rising away from Harry’s lap and
turning around to stand with her ass just a foot away from his face. “My story begins 10 years ago,
when I was saved from ze depths of ze Black Lake by a very ‘eroic young ‘Arry Potter.” Even as
she said those words, Belle slowly hiked up the purple fabric of her dress to reveal a thong clad ass
that was absurdly round and almost obscenely large in contrast to her ultra slim little body. “During
zis event, I was so shocked, I was so eempressed, I was so captivated by ‘ou, I eemmediately
eemprinted on ‘ou een a very profound fashion. I am Veela so zere was always a possibility of such
a zing ‘appening when I grew older, but at such a young age… eenconceivable… Of course I
eemmediately began evolving eento my current proto Veela abilities wizout ze benefit of an adult’s
magic.”

While Harry was trying his hardest to follow Belle’s story, he felt his mind sliding further and
further into degeneracy with every single second that passed. The woman’s foreign and powerful
allure was bathing his body from top to bottom, and she was waving her hypnotizingly round ass
back and forth directly in front of his face. Then she slowly dragged her fingers up his thighs to
begin unzipping the fly of his pants, and Harry was forced to painfully bite his lip to keep from
losing it. “Transforming... as a child… would’ve been… deadly... What… did your parents… do?”

“Zey Obliviated my memories of ever meeting ‘ou, so zat my body would no longer ‘ave need of
ze transformation,” Belle explained in a very dark voice, as her hands roughly yanked down
Harry’s boxer briefs. “Even as I understand why my parents did what zey did, I am ‘aving trouble
forgiving zem for zeir meddling.”

Harry couldn’t quite stop the sigh of relief that spilled from his lips when Belle finally dragged his
cock out of his pants and let it point towards the ceiling like a solid steel flagpole. Nevertheless he
was still desperately trying to stay on task... “What… changed… now?”

“Just 4 days ago, every-zing changed for me when I encountered a memory concealed wizzin a
Pensieve een my sister’s office,” Belle growled, both anger and jealousy pouring out of her every
word. Her growl of anger didn’t die away until after she sat down on Harry’s lap and began
rubbing her thong clad ass up and down the length of his cock. Then it became an altogether more
predatory type of noise as she felt his length and his girth bouncing around and hot-dogging
between her thighs and ass cheeks.

“The memory that Fleur and Tonks recorded,” Harry gasped out with his eyes lidded and his chest
tight. “You lived Fleur’s memory?”

“Zat’s right Mon Amour,” Belle leaned back flush to Harry’s body to whisper directly into his ear.
“I experienced an entire afternoon of ‘ard sex, passionate lovemaking and zen kinky roleplay, een
ze body of my married elder seester, wiz ze man hoo should’ve long ago become my mate. Did ‘ou
know zat Fleur’s body ‘as begun marking ‘ou wiz er pheromones? Did ‘ou know zat she’s starting
to eemprint ‘erself to ‘ou just like I did as a youth? Eet would ‘ave been completely eempossible
for me not to remember my forgotten past given ‘ow similar Fleur’s current circumstances are
becoming. I suppose I’m fortunate zat my seester ees such an eerredeemable fucking slut, and she
eesn’t even trying to resist ‘ou anymore...”

As if verbally abusing her elder sister was getting her off in a really big way, Belle was rubbing her
ass back against Harry’s cock faster and faster with every single word that she said, and her postage
stamp sized thong was beginning to soak through with pussy juices. In a similar fashion, Harry’s
cock was beginning to leak large dollops of precum to drip all over his dress shirt and pants, and
the fog in his brain was insistently demanding that he beg Belle to take him. He didn’t. He refused
to. He wasn’t a submissive. At least not yet. Besides, something Gabrielle had just said was grating
his sense of justice enough to cut right through his nearly all consuming lust, and it was sticking to
his brain like a burr.

You know what? Fuck it. It just had to be said…

“Fleur forced me to seduce her for 9 entire months before finally giving up that sweet little pussy
of hers, you hypocritical cunt,” Harry snapped out with a groan of effort and squeezed shut eyes.
“Your slutty, married ass didn’t even last a week!”

There... He’d said it, and it’d felt really, really good... Now it would be absolutely fantastic if he
didn’t have to pay dearly for it…

“Hold your breath until I say otherwise…”

Fuck...

And just like that Harry’s body stopped letting him breathe and he couldn’t even move around to
display how upsetting he found the situation.

Rising off of Harry’s lap, Belle turned around and stared imperiously down at Harry’s increasingly
pale and sweat soaked face. “’Ou may actually ‘ave a point, Mon Amour... and een time I may
even offer my seester an apology… On ze ozzer ‘aand, ‘ou clearly don’t yet realize ze nature of
what I ‘ave become for ‘ou. I am Veela, as zey once were and will become again. What I want… I
take.” As Belle spoke, a wave of scarlet magic began billowing out from within her body to
completely burn away her dress. Immediately after the material covering her body was incinerated,
a series of very fine white feathers grew along both of her forearms, and an honest to Gods pair of
pure white wings exploded out from beneath her shoulder blades. Along with this newest
transformation, the strength of the allure Belle was piling down upon Harry’s body more than
quadrupled, and he felt his will being subsumed within a white hot, nearly maddening need.

“Breath.”

Harry breathed.

Look me in the eyes.

Harry stared up into Belle’s newly glowing violet eyes. Even her sclera were a violet color now,
making her appearance that much more ethereal and cosmic.

“‘Ou will not attack me at any point, even when I give ‘ou permission to move… say eet.”

“I will not attack you.”

“‘Ou are mine now… Say eet.”

“I’m… yours.”

“Good…” with a wave of Belle’s hand, a nearby table was Transfigured into a small but durable
looking boxspring and mattress set. “Now... Remove your clothing and then lay down in the
middle of the bed.”

“You… intend… to… enslave… me?” The question was the most independence Harry was
capable of displaying at the moment, and he was removing his clothing the entire time he asked it.

“My evolution to zis new and glorious state of being would never ‘ave occurred een ze first place
eef enslaving ‘ou were as simple as zat,” Belle corrected with a small shake of her head. “No… I
‘ave no doubt zat completely dominating ‘ou will take much time and effort on my part, but my
cleverness and power have afforded me wiz a set of very useful tools... All of ze magic suppressing
manacles zat ‘ou are currently wearing ‘ave assured zat ‘ou are susceptible to ze suggestive power
of my aura and voice. Likewise ze MIMMs will stop ‘ou from rendering your semen eenert like
you’ve been doing wiz Fleur all along… And don’t even try to claim zat ‘ou ‘aven’t been doing so
because neizer Fleur nor I are stupid. Fleur ‘as long since realized both your machinations as well
as ze motives be-ind zem. She feels very... conflicted on ze matter...”

Despite the fact that he was naked and laying down on his back by the time Belle finished her
explanation, Harry’s eyes still opened wide and dilated in alarm. “You can’t possibly intend to...?”

“Yes… I do. I eentend to mate wiz ‘ou… thoroughly, until I am bred,'' Belle admitted with an
unbelievably predatory expression upon her face. By ze end of ze day, I will ‘ave ‘ou eempregnate
me wiz my first baby. But first, I zink I might enjoy some of your… ozzer talents.” Without a word
of explanation, Belle crawled up the length of Harry’s body to straddle his neck with her ass
resting on his chest. Only then did she look down into his eyes and give him a very wicked little
smile. “Eat my leetle pussy ‘Arry. Touch my body, grope my ass and thighs and tits to your ‘earts
content while ‘ou do so. Make me cum on your mouth.” Then she was sliding forward to press her
pussy against Harry’s chin.
The Delacour ladies had miraculously tasty little pussies. It had to be said. One lick of the vaguely
citrusy juices dripping from Belle’s immaculately smooth pussylips and Harry felt his mouth
salivating, his heart thumping in his chest, and his cock twitching painfully between his legs. Then
his hands were running up the side of the woman’s creamy, not quite plump thighs to her even
more dramatic and shapely ass, and he had to admit that the woman was a Veela phenom of radical
curves and innate animal magnetism. Despite both his principles regarding consent and his more
personal aversion to being a submissive, Harry knew deep down that he was enjoying every little
aspect of Belle’s amazing body. He enjoyed what he felt under his hands when he allowed them to
roam the different slopes, curves and angles of her form. He enjoyed being able to wrap his two
hands around almost the entirety of her tiny little waist. He enjoyed cupping her tits and finding out
that they were nearly the same size as her much taller older sister’s. He enjoyed the larger than
expected nipples capping her breasts and how just touching them made Belle twitch and tremble on
his face.... But then that trembling was one of the best aspects of Belle’s little body. She was
clearly an extremely receptive lover. She had an ultrasensitive firecracker of a body, which in
gaming terms made her what’s called a glass cannon. She was extremely high in offensive power,
but as a trade-off she had almost no defensive capabilities whatsoever... Right away, Harry could
tell that his current adversary wasn’t truly prepared to take on someone with his particular...
skills…

Good...

First things first… It was time to find out what the MIMMs allowed him to do with his magic stuck
within his body… He needed to buy some time… He needed to work on the MIMMs...

As the Harry Potter began licking and nibbling expertly at her pussy and running his hands around
every curve of her body, Belle couldn’t help the manic and alien look of supreme triumph that
began growing across her face. The transformation from innocent and bored half Veela Gabrielle
Lacroix into a completely incensed and nearly unhinged proto Veela had been abrupt and very
uncomfortable, but now that she was about to triumph over the circumstances of her evolution,
Belle allowed herself a moment of intense self-satisfaction. She was a transcendental being now…
She was a Veela demigod of old… Harry would kneel before her.. Harry would… lick her clit as if
his tongue had turned into a supercharged vibrator!

Wait?! What?!

Between one second and the next, Belle’s eyes widened and then slid up into her head. Harry’s
arms had tightly encircled her waist to pull her pussy down hard against a tongue that had suddenly
became the most versatile sex toy ever seen on the face of the planet! His tongue vibrated back and
forth in a blur of tightly controlled speed, issuing soft hissing noises that required hundreds and
hundreds of lightning quick flicks a second, and he pressed this movement against Belle’s clit and
outer folds both thoroughly and unpredictably.

In the moments that followed, Belle opened her mouth intending to demand that Harry slow down.
Too bad for her, the only sound that leaked out of her slack-jawed mouth was a long, throaty moan
with just a hint of whimper at the end. Then she reached down towards Harry's face intending to
push the man’s head down into the mattress, but all her newly trembling fingers did instead was run
through the man’s hair as if the 2 of them were the most passionate of lovers. Belle’s body was
betraying her. Some aspect of her unbelievably crowded and confused psyche was fiercely
determined to allow everything that was being done to her. Then Harry’s too long, too talented
tongue thrust deeper within her pussy to press against her G spot 2 inches inside and above her clit,
and Belle began to feel a cascade of sensation growing from deep within her core. She was
twitching. She was trembling. Her thighs were shaking around Harry’s chin. Then she was being
cast over the edge into a mind shaking orgasm because Harry wasn’t backing off an inch. The
man’s tongue was a blur of motion both inside her and against her clit, and she was being reduced
to a moaning mess of over sensitive flesh in almost no time at all. It wasn’t supposed to be like
this! It wasn’t supposed to be so intense! She was losing control!

Harry enjoyed every single second of Belle’s orgasm for multiple different reasons. Her
disproportionately large tits bounced around on her compact little torso like some kind of perverse
optical illusion, her ass and thighs likewise trembled against his hands as if she was attached to a
live current of electricity, and her body’s actions betrayed the presence of sweet little Gabrielle
somewhere inside of her.

It was becoming clear to Harry that Gabrielle Lacroix was still present and aware of the things that
were happening to her, and she was attempting to assert some variety of control over her more
dominant Veela personality.

Harry was going to help her…

With a groan of mental effort, and a flexible interpretation of what “touch my body as much as you
want,” meant, Harry suddenly rolled Belle over onto her back with his face buried between her
spread open thighs, and then he continued to devour her cute little peach as if his life depended on
it.

And in a way it did…

After gasping in surprise and redoubled pleasure, Belle began squirming and wiggling against her
wings like a damsel while pawing at Harry’s head in a way that was both cute and affectionate. For
the next 5-6 minutes, she writhed, panted and moaned Harry’s name towards the ceiling in a cute,
melodic tone of voice that didn’t contain even a trace of its earlier two tone qualities. “Ohhh, ohhh
‘Arry, oh ‘Arrrieee... You’re so good, you’re just as amazing as I always thought you’d be,” she
absently murmured as she was once again brought to the very peak of orgasm… Then her eyes
suddenly snapped wide open, blazed with a violet fire and her mouth twisted into an openly feral
smile. “Stop eating my pussy right zis very eenstant and return to laying on your back… Eet’s long
past time zat I finally ‘ave my way wiz ‘ou…

“Gabrielle’s… still… in… there,” Harry pointed out as his body moved to do Belle’s bidding,
laying back in the middle of the bed.

“Gabrielle wants to mate wiz ‘ou just as badly as I do,” Belle pointed out as she straddled Harry’s
thighs and took his cock into both of her hands.

“She’s... married,” Harry managed to grunt out, even as Belle slowly stroked his cock in long,
slow, double handed motions that caused his cockhead to rub back and forth against the silky
smooth bottoms of her tits.

“Why do ‘ou zink Gabrielle so easily allowed me to take control of our body?” Belle’s smile was
almost evil as she leaned in over Harry’s cock and began lavishing his crown with a half dozen
sloppy, open mouthed kisses. ”Ze child ees far too kind and gentle to completely forsake ‘er
marriage vows… I, on ze ozzer ‘aand… ‘ow ‘ou say… don't geeve a fuck…”

After dropping that bomb as if it was nothing, Belle pressed her lips directly to Harry’s cockhead,
allowed his flared out tip to force them apart, and then she stuffed her cheeks full to bursting with
the first two inches of Harry’s dick. Between that, her overpowering allure, and how her hands
were still milking his shaft in long, skillful strokes, Harry was having a hell of a time just
maintaining his sanity. This was quickly becoming a really bad situation... Harry had been hoping
that Gabrielle might be his salvation, but instead the woman was merely using her more radical
alter ego as a scapegoat of some kind... Then Belle suddenly cupped her breasts in both of her
hands to wrap Harry’s cock in a hot, soft, pillowy heaven, and he involuntarily released a loud
groan of sudden arousal.

Titfuck blowjob combo… Fuuuuuck…

With a luminous violet wink and a smile that was all but invisible with her mouth O’d out around
Harry’s cock, Belle began shoving more and more dick into her mouth and down her tightly
clenching throat. Not even a week earlier, Gabrielle had spent an afternoon as Fleur Weasley,
sucking and fucking Harry’s cock with a level of devotion that had shocked her to her core. Having
experienced that memory, the newly reawoken Belle had grown confident in the knowledge that
“hypothetically” she knew how to deepthroat the man’s cock like a pro. Of course as it turns out,
reality was quite a bit more challenging, what with her much smaller body and tiny little mouth,
but she could still see the effect that her big beautiful breasts we’re having on the man as she
pancaked them around his shaft. Harry Potter was twitching in pleasure with every single
movement that her breasts made up and down his well lubricated length. Likewise, the man was
throbbing on her mouth with every new inch that she managed to cram down her eager little throat.
In fact, if Belle was reading the man’s body right, then he was escalating towards orgasm at a
steady rate…

And that was the moment when Belle suddenly popped her mouth off of the end of Harry’s cock,
and stared down into his half wild eyes. “‘Ou are not to cum anywhere but eenside of my womb.
‘Ou will hold back your release until ‘ou are ‘iilted balls deep eenside of me.”

“Hoohhhhfuuuck,” Harry grunted out as his impending orgasm was suddenly locked at the base of
his shaft behind a tortured wall of clenching muscle and his cock started flip flopping back and
forth in the air like a living creature. “Gods… Goddesses… Why?”

“I desire to fulfil my magical ‘eritage as soon as possible, Mon amour,” Bell explained with a
mischievous smile on her ethereally beautiful face. “Gabrielle… well… she merely wants to ‘ave
all of ‘er options taken away from ‘er. She doesn’t want to struggle wiz ze guilt caused by ‘er
growing desires. She seeks for me to make ze situation eerevocable… unavoidable… permanent...”

A small glint of something grew within Harry’s eyes. A hint of an idea. A chance…

“Gabrielle doesn’t… need you... anymore… then,” Harry explained with a smile that looked both
unhinged and wild.

“Ohhh? Do tell. Why doesn’t she need me?” Bell asked with her mouth pressed to the sensitive
underside of Harry’s crown and her tits continuously rubbing up and down his length.

“I’m an amoral, womanizer with Merlin levels of magical strength, and Gabrielle’s a hot piece of
ass that’s caught my attention,” Harry growled out through clenched teeth. “She can try to deny me
if she wants to, but I will have my way with her sexy little body now that I know she’s developed a
taste for my dick. No one, not Gabrielle, not her husband, not even Fleur, can stop me from
splitting her open on my cock. It’s inevitable like the sun in the sky. She’s fucked. She’s already
mine. She just doesn’t realize it yet.

At first Belle only smirked and it looked like nothing was going to change. Then the violet color of
her eyes suddenly lost some of its intensity and the way that she was rubbing at Harry’s cock
became far more intimate. “‘Ou mean eet ‘Arry? ‘Ou eentend to just take me over and over again
like ze brutish Englishman zat ‘ou are?”

“There’s no boundary ward on the face of the planet sophisticated enough to keep me out, no
security team skilled enough to see through all of my invisibility and notice-me-not spells, no
tracking spell strong enough to follow me, and no string of words that you can say that will change
my mind,” Harry replied in a deadly serious tone. “If by this time next year you’re not the mother
of my firstborn, it’ll only be because I want to continue fucking you senseless on a regular basis.
Belle doesn’t need to force me to knock you up, Gabrielle. I intend to do so anyway at the time and
place of my choosing.”

“Oh no, oh dear, I’m being preyed upon,” Gabrielle breathed out as her hanging tongue started
dragging slow, wet, erotic circles around the entirety of Harry’s cockhead, and she hugged her
breasts even tighter around the length of his shaft. “I’m being targeted for breeding by a wizard
strong enough to casually annihilate Dark Lords… I… I suppose... I ‘ave no choice but to let ‘iim
fill my poor leetle stomach wiz ‘iis smelly brutish seed…”

“No,” Harry agreed. “No choice. No choice at all anymore. You lost that when you walked into
my line of sight with this lewd fucking body of yours in that tight little dress. Your stomach is mine
now. Your pussy is mine. Your womb is mine.”

With a shiver that visibly ran up the entire length of her body, Gabrielle stared down into Harry’s
eyes. “Cum whenever and wherever ‘ou want zen ‘Arry. Take my mouth eef ‘ou must. I know
better zan to defy a monster such as ‘ou…”

“You may have succeeded in the short term, but I’d have made you pay for it in the long term,”
Harry breathed out with extreme menace in his tone. The entire time that he said those words, his
hands were rising up the length of Gabrielle’s body towards her face. Then he was grabbing onto
the back of her head, dragging her lips back down around his cockhead, and then scrubbing her
mouth down every inch of his shaft like a sex toy made of hot sucking flesh. He didn’t give the
woman a choice in the matter. He didn’t let her acclimate. He dragged her throat down his entire
shaft in one slow but implacable movement, until her nose was buried in his short and curly pubes
and her tits were pancaked hard against the top of his thighs. The woman choked and gurgled as
she took more and more of his invading cock, she slapped at his thighs in token resistance, she
groaned and moaned miserably... and then her thighs began to shake in an unmistakable fashion
and her pussy spilled femcum all over Harry’s right leg. Long before he truly started having his
way with her mouth, Gabrielle was already red in the face, trembling from head to toe, and
squirming atop his body in an attempt to rub her pussy against his thigh.

“When did I give you permission to cum,” Harry growled as he pulled Gabrielle’s mouth back up
the length of his shaft. “When did I give you permission to do anything but try to breath passed the
cock in your throat?” When the woman’s mouth was just barely wrapped around the crown of his
dick, Harry dragged her back down again and the cycle repeated itself. Gabrielle resisted, she
gagged, and she groaned, then she moaned and pawed at his stomach muscles and chest. Then
again she was being dragged back up his length, but this time she sucked hard against his shaft the
entire time, hollowing out her cheeks and dragging her splayed out tongue along every inch of his
length. The next time she was pulled down his cock until her lips kissed at his balls, one of her
hands was cupping his testicles and massaging them against her chin. Harry didn’t miss the fact
that her other hand was suddenly shoved well down between her own thighs, where it was rapidly
fingering and playing with her dripping wet pussy.

“That’s right, take it bitch,” Harry stage whispered so that Gabrielle would hear every single word
that he said. “Veela aren’t the only people who take what they want. Your sister is mine, body and
soul, bought and paid for with a series of good deeds that I had no interest in performing.
Nymphadora Tonks is mine because she’s a high spec sexual deviant and just can’t get enough.
You… you’re mine now because you fucked up, plain and simple. You allowed your alter ego to
try to rape me, so I don’t even care if I ruin your marriage anymore. I’m going to knock you up
sooner rather than later, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me…”

With every word that Harry said, Gabrielle’s resistance dropped away more and more until finally
her face was being dragged up and down his shaft at a rapid rate and she was feeling up his body
with desperate, groping hands.

GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, cough hack, slurp, mwah,
GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, gurgle, groan, moan,
GLUCK,GLUCK,GLUCK……………...

Within just a few minute’s time, copious amounts of spit and drool connected Gabrielle’s chin to
Harry’s balls in long viscous strings, her mascara was tear stained to trail a little over an inch down
both of her cheeks, and her lips were red and a little puffy from being stretched and rooted around
Harry’s massive cock.... Her eyes on the other hand… Her eyes were glossed over with super
intense levels of arousal and her body was shuddering in a nearly constant state of little and not so
little orgasms. As Harry’s hands continued to drag her unresisting mouth up and down his shaft,
she gurgled, she wheezed, she sucked and she moaned, all while rubbing at her clit like a woman
possessed and spilling pussy juices onto the conjured mattress.

Long story short, sweet and innocent little Gabrielle Lacroix was a fully formed, high level
Masochist that was getting off big time at the idea that Harry was forcing himself upon her. Fleur
was somewhat similar in the sense that she enjoyed surrendering control, but she was far more into
being demeaned than being truly pushed around. Gabrielle on the other hand… She wanted to be
dominated, roughly taken, and then forcibly impregnated both as fetish fuel and to avoid having to
take responsibility for her infidelity.

Then again… That last part was yet another thing that Gabrielle and Fleur had in common...

It was official... Both of the Delacour sisters were freaks….

With Gabrielle’s frantically clenching throat rippling up and down his cock, the rhythmic press of
her tits against his thighs, the way that her ass was swaying back and forth in the air behind her,
and the way that her glassy eyes were staring pleadingly into his own, Harry finally ran out of
staying power and felt his balls clenching up against his shaft. He cupped both of Gabrielle’s new
elfin ears in response, held her lips firmly against the root of his cock and sat up on the bed to look
down into her lust drunk eyes. “Here’s how it is Gabrielle… I’m about to drain my cum into that
adorable little mouth of yours, and I expect you to swallow every single drop of it. Get used to this
feeling and start practicing the mouth freshening charm. From this day forward, you’re going to
have to stop the smell of my cum from lingering in your mouth after I’ve “stopped by” to have my
way with you. You’re going to have no choice in the matter. Not if you want to hide my actions
from that Duke husband of yours...”

With shaking eyes that were growing as wide as dinner plates and hands that were a blur of motion
against her pussy lips, Gabrielle somehow managed to nod her understanding with her mouth still
rooted around Harry’s cock. Then she moaned when Harry grabbed her by her hair, dragged her
face up the length of his cock, and held her firmly in place with her lips sealed around only his
flared out cockhead. Harry was doing exactly as he’d said he’d do. He was about to force-feed her a
massive, piping hot load of his sticky, filthy cum. Gabrielle’s mind quickly unravelled into a pink
fog of extreme arousal as her cheeks hollowed out around the brute’s cockhead and her tongue
unfurled directly under his tip. Oh Gods, Oh yes!… She needed this to happen… She needed it to
happen now!..

Then she was getting it... all of it… and it was so much more than she could possibly handle.
A river of seed, a tsunami wave of semen exploded into Gabrielle’s mouth, hosing down her
tonsils and chipmunking out her cheeks even as she desperately struggled to swallow quickly
enough to keep up with it all. She tried her hardest, she fought for it, she struggled, and then she
failed, her throat expanded around the thick, viscous mass of it, the backlog filled her mouth to
capacity, and then the seed began leaking out passed the edges of her tightly pursed lips. With all
of the drama of a broken high pressure water pipe, seed started spurting from within her mouth to
coat her lips and chin and then drop down into the bed. Then Gabrielle saw that Harry was moving
above her in order to punish her for her failure, and that knowledge caused her twitching and
trembling little pussy to splash a fresh wave of femcum all over the mattress beneath her body.

“Oh for Gods’ sakes Gabrielle, you’re making a mess of the bed,” Harry admonished in a highly
embellished disappointed tone, moving to stand above the woman on his knees. As he rose higher
above Gabrielle’s body, her red flushed face rose up with him, her cum leaking lips completely
unwilling to release the head of his cock from within her frantically swallowing mouth. Then Harry
was firmly holding her in place by both her hair and her pointed ears and his excess cum was
drooling from her chin to her neck, down her shoulders and onto her tits. With wet and vacant eyes
and a submissive expression on her face the likes of which Harry had never seen before, Gabrielle
sucked and licked at his head, fondled at his balls and continued to swallow as much seed as she
could catch in her clumsy little mouth. One thing was absolutely certain. Gabrielle didn’t have even
a speck of the innate cocksucking skill that her older sister had. Oh sure, the woman was getting an
A for effort, no doubt about it, but it was immediately apparent that she was completely atrocious
at swallowing Harry’s supersized cumloads.

It was really, really fucking sexy though…

By the time Harry was finally finished blowing his load inside of Gabrielle’s inept but
enthusiastically sucking mouth, the woman’s upper body looked more like a glazed doughnut than
it did anything else. Cum was coating strands of her hair, splattering her entire face, dripping down
her neck and glossing both of her massive fucking tits into a shiny off white that reflected the bar
lighting. She looked like she’d just experienced an especially crowded day on the set of a porno
shoot. She looked like a particularly shameless whore who stumbled into a sausage party. She
looked hard used and put away wet…

Fuuuuck...

Harry’s cock twitched and bobbed in the air as he looked down at the mascara stained and cum
covered French Duchess.

Slowly and tenderly, Gabrielle reached out, softly cupped Harry’s testicles in her palm and
massaged them like a contact juggler... Then her eyes suddenly turned a vibrant violet color, her
allure slammed into Harry’s body with the weight of an 18 wheeler, and her gaze transformed into
a predatory little smile. “Your plan ‘as backfired on ‘ou ‘Arry,” Belle purred, as she drew her hand
away from his newly throbbing balls, cleaned the cum off of her face with her fingers and then
drew them into her mouth. “Gabrielle ees currently completely blissed out een a cum covered
paradise, and ‘as stopped resisting me een ze slightest. Come to me ‘Arry… Ze next load ‘ou
release from zose gigantic balls of yours shall be eenside of my pussy, een my deepest most fertile
depths.” As she compelled Harry to action with the magic in her voice, Belle rolled onto her back,
grabbed at her ankles, and pulled them up beside her head. The woman was serving up her pussy in
a position that was efficient for a very specific purpose. She was serving up her body up for a
mating press. She was demanding that he breed her in a fashion that would guarantee success...

Fuuuuck…
Harry’s body immediately loomed in over Belle’s, and his hands dropped down to wrap around her
ankles. His mind was burning up with a red hot, nearly all consuming need. His body, likewise was
moving in with a sense of extreme purpose without him ever even directing it to. Then there was
his testicles… Somehow, despite cumming just a single minute earlier, his balls were already
throbbing painfully and he was beginning to drip precum onto Belle’s pussylips and inner thighs.
With the current state of his body, Harry was barely capable of speech, but he forced himself to try
anyway. “Gonna... ruin... your... life...”

“Going to fulfil a legacy long denied,” Belle immediately corrected, her two toned ethereal voice
becoming manic as she ran her hands up and down Harry’s chest and stomach muscles. “Going to
carry ze seed of ze strongest, most potent, most magical, most beautiful, most awe eenspiring
wizard on ze face of ze planet, and sire a long lost species of demigod Veela. Now fill me ‘Arry.
Break open my pussy. Show poor naïve Gabrielle what eet feels like to ‘ave a real man’s cock
stretching ‘er eensides to ze brim.”

And then Harry was crouching in front of Belle’s wide open thighs, leaning his weight on the back
of her calves, and dropping his rock hard cock towards her pink and puffy little pussy. For a long
and dramatic moment, the head of his cock pressed hard against Gabrielle’s pussylips and it looked
like it simply wouldn’t work. Then her lips snapped around his cockhead all at once and tight
enough make Harry grunt in surprise, and his dick started sinking into the unbelievably wet,
unbelievably soft, infinitely welcoming heat that was her endlessly coiling pussy meat.

“Hah hahaohhhGawd,” Belle laugh gasped out as her moment of triumph mixed with an
overwhelming stretching sensation and a primal feeling of completion that had her eyes fluttering
open and shut. “Hah… Hah… Gods.. Goddesses. Such a man, so much more, so much better, such
a rush, so much caaawwwwk,” she moaned, her mouth dropping open and her hands idly rubbing
at her belly. While Belle had experienced being fucked by Harry’s cock in Fleur’s body, nothing
had prepared her for being stretched around the man’s cock in Gabrielle’s little body. The woman
was over half a foot shorter and quite a bit smaller of frame, and while her Veela constitution was
going to make sure that she took every inch of Harry’s dick, the experience was dramatic to say the
very least. By the time Harry was just halfway hilted inside of her, Belle could already see the
bump forming behind her belly button, and without even needing to think about it, she knew that
her womb was about to conform around Harry’s cockhead like a condom made of flesh. Then she
felt Harry following her directions to the letter by dropping his entire weight onto his cock to split
her pussy open in one fell swoop, and her mouth dropped open to release a nearly inaudible
whimper and moan mixture. Full… so full… too full!.. Een my womb. Eenside of my womb!..

Even with all of his free will being ripped away and replaced by an animalistic compulsion to
knock Belle the fuck up, Harry was still grateful that he’d cum just 2 minutes earlier. Belle’s
hungry little pussy was a wringing vortex of soaking wet, piping hot flesh, sucking at his cockhead
in a way that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Then there was the way that the
woman’s tongue was dangling from her O’d out mouth as she stared wide eyed up at the dick
penetrating her little body, the way that her disproportionately huge tits bounced around and
slapped against her chin, the way that her hands rubbed at her cock bulged belly and pawed at his
thighs for dear life, and the way that she couldn’t even form the words to boss him around
anymore. Belle was a feast for the eyes that had Harry pounding his cock down into her pussy as
hard and as fast as he possibly could, and if he’d approached this situation with a maxed out pair of
testicles he’d have cum within 30 seconds flat. He couldn’t have that. He needed to hold on just a
little while longer. He was almost there…

With an aggressive growl, Harry suddenly let go of Gabrielle’s calves, allowing them to drape over
the top of his shoulders instead. With his newly freed left hand he reached down and encircled
Belle’s neck, holding it with just shy of choking strength so that she wouldn’t be able to give him
any orders. With his right hand, he suddenly spanked Belle’s ass once, twice, three times and then
began pinching her nipples and groping at her abundant tit flesh. At first Belle looked furious at the
disrespect that he was showing her body. Too bad for her, her pussy tightened up like a vice around
his plundering cock and then twitched and trembled in a sudden moment of oversensitivity. When
the pumping of Harry’s cock only sped up in response to her pussy’s sudden tightening and
trembling, and he began slamming his cockhead into the opening of her womb with as much
authority as he could muster, the woman’s eyes started to glaze over with pleasure and her mouth
slackened into an O. Then Harry was bearing down on the woman, pounding his cock into her like
a man possessed, and her body started spasming and twitching as much as it could in his tightly
restraining hands.

Unfortunately for Harry, he ended up leaning in a little too close in his enthusiasm to fuck Belle
rotten, and he accidentally heard some of the delirious words that were leaking from her partially
obstructed throat.

“God… You’re a God ‘Arry… You’re my God. You’re my mate… Mine. Refuse to share ‘ou.
Own ‘ou. Keep ‘ou ‘idden away. Make ‘ou submit. Cum eenside me. Seed my womb. Breed me
again and again. Make me a broodmare...”

Fuck…

And then, with Belle’s nearly incoherent orders, Harry Potter was suddenly in the home stretch and
just moments away from cumming. His downward thrusting hips doubled in speed until the dull
crack of his testicles slapping against Belle’s ass cheeks filled the entire room, his body dropped
down to fold Belle’s knees even closer to her shoulders, and his chest pancaked her fat tits down
into her body so that he could use them as a platform to work from. As he rough fucked Belle
down into the mattress, the woman’s eyes rolled up into her head, her tongue lolled out from within
her mouth, her breath leaked from her body in a warbling moan, and her entire body vibrated from
top to bottom. Then the woman’s pussy started splashing femcum all over Harry’s cock and balls,
and she began clutching at his body with both her hands and her wings as if she was afraid of
falling away. The woman was cumming her brains out to the point of nearly passing the fuck out.
Her body was working entirely on a mixture of desperation and instinct...

With one last groan of supreme effort, Harry threw his right arm out to the side to dislodge a rusted
through MIMM manacle from around his wrist, yanked the head of his cock from within Belle’s
pussy, growled an animalistic mixture of both defiance and triumph, and then began hosing the
Veela’s body down with thick, boiling hot seed from top to bottom. He came onto her inner thighs,
her pussy, her belly and tits. He aimed higher to paint her neck and face with thick globs of pearly
white semen, and he smiled his absolute victory the whole entire time.

“Nooooooooo!” Gabrielle moaned out in a mixture of delirious pleasure and abject misery. Even
through the white hot, body rocking, mind melting climax that she was currently experiencing,
Belle was aware that she was being denied the breeding that she needed oh so very badly. In
response, her legs shot out to wrap around Harry’s back, and her arms wrapped even tighter around
his shoulders and neck. Then she was humping her pussy down towards Harry’s still cumming
cock as if she would recapture it within her orgasmically clenching pussy lips.

CRACK!!

With the unmistakable feeling of being Force Apparated, Harry and Gabrielle suddenly found
themselves in the middle of the training room that adjoined Fleur Weasley’s ICW office, where
both Fleur and Tonks Weasley had wands pointed down in their direction.

Harry continued cumming. He had no choice in the matter. He was nowhere near finished yet.
Belle didn’t give a shit that her elder sister was watching, and she continued to try to impale her
pussy down on Harry’s continuously cumming cock. Harry pushed the woman back down onto her
back even as he continued to hose down her entire body in frankly ridiculous amounts of cum.
Unlike Belle however, half of his attention was being directed towards their current audience.

Fleur looked ready to commit murder, plain and simple.

Tonks looked a little bit amused and a lot turned on...

“Gabrielle,“ Harry snapped out in his most authority filled tone of voice. “Tell your sister the truth!
Tell her what you and Belle have done and what just happened!” Even as he made that demand, he
continued to spray cum into Gabrielle’s wide open mouth, across her face and into her hair...

“Belle, ze persona be-ind my rare and powerful proto Veela transformation, abducted ‘Arry, tried
to force ‘iim to mate wiz ‘er, and made ‘iim angry as a result,” Gabrielle breathed out with her eyes
closed and a blissed out smile on her cum and tear stained face. “Now ‘Arry as decided zat ‘ee will
get revenge on us by raping a baby eento me against my will... ‘Ee claims zat ‘ee ees going to
knock me up...”

It was only because Harry knew Fleur very, very well that he managed to block the blisteringly fast
high impact curse aimed directly at his face with one of the MIMM manacles and then use the
momentum generated by the curse to desperately roll across the room.

Well… Fuck…

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As the 2 Weasley wives stared down the length of their wands at Harry and Gabrielle’s nude and...
intimately entwined forms, a murderous scowl began growing on Fleur Weasley’s stunningly
beautiful face.

“Gabrielle,“ Harry snapped out in his most authority filled tone of voice. “Tell your sister the truth!
Tell her what you and Belle have done and what just happened!” Even as he made that demand, he
continued to spray cum into Gabrielle’s wide open mouth, across her face and into her hair…

“Belle, ze persona be-’ind my rare and powerful proto Veela transformation, abducted ‘Arry,
attempted to force ‘iim to mate wiz ‘er, and made ‘iim angry as a result,” Gabrielle explained with
a blissed out smile on her cum and mascara stained face. “Now ‘Arry as decided zat ‘ee will get
revenge on us by raping a baby eento me against my will... ‘Ee claims zat ‘ee’s going to knock me
up...”

It was only because Harry knew Fleur very, very well that he managed to block the blisteringly fast
high impact curse aimed directly at his face with one of the MIMM manacles and then use the
momentum generated by the curse to desperately roll across the room.

Well… Fuck…

After using the speed of his roll to bounce up to his feet and then leaping to the side several times
to dodge all of Fleur’s follow up curses, Harry squared up with the furious Veela and began
deflecting the bludgeoning spells away from his body using the manacles. Only then, when he was
on his feet and actively defending himself, did he turn in Gabrielle’s direction and give the woman
a very hard look. “I’ve broken free of your Jedi mind tricks now Belle! If you want me to have
anything to do with you in the future then you need to cooperate with me in return! Command
Tonks to drop to her knees with her hands locked together behind her back! Do it now!”

“Tonks, do what ‘Arry just described,” Belle almost immediately called out in her eerie but
beautiful two toned voice.

And then Tonks was collapsing to her knees with her arms locked behind her back and Fleur was
pausing her attack to give her sister in-law a questioning look.

“Belle used that same voice power to demand that I mate with her, and Gabrielle played along,”
Harry explained as clearly as he could. “I said anything and everything that I thought would buy
me some time for you to re-summon me, I also managed to avoid cumming inside of your little
sister… You’re welcome!”

With a mouth that was suddenly opening and shutting at irregular intervals, Fleur looked back and
forth between Harry and Gabrielle for almost half a minute. Finally, she seemed to snap out of her
daze, lowered her wand, and moved to crouch at her little sister’s side. “Gabby,” she whispered in a
very calm and soothing voice… “Are ‘Arry’s words true?”

After slowly rising up to a seated position, Gabrielle stared back into her sister’s eyes for several
seconds before biting her lip, scowling and then nodding.

“Will ‘ou talk to me about eet,” Fleur whispered as she conjured a robe for her sister to wear.
“...............................’Arry ees mine……….Zere ees nozzing else to say…….”

“Ahem,” Harry loudly interrupted. “Enough of the jealous, sulky bullshit Gabrielle! Your sister
loves you to little pieces and deserves to understand why you’re upset with her. Tell her of the
Black Lake. Tell her about your parent’s decision. Tell her about the Pensieve memory.”

When Harry’s hard, commanding stare was eventually enough to make Gabrielle nod her head in
agreement, he decided to give the sisters a moment alone, and moved across the room to sit on the
floor next to Tonks.

“Helluvaday huh,” the Metamorph offered with a crooked little grin on her classically beautiful
black family facial features.

As a result of Harry going way out of his way to both flatter and completely objectify the
outrageous sex appeal of Tonks’s baseline appearance, the woman had slowly become willing to
adopt the look exclusively for Harry and Fleur’s enjoyment. She’d even admitted to him after the
fact that her husband Charlie had never seen her in her normal baseline appearance. Apparently
she’d used a somewhat similar body and bone structure during the times that she wanted her
husband to think she was relaxing her powers, but she’d never felt truly comfortable looking like a
younger version of Bellatrix Lestrange. According to Tonks, the only reason that she didn’t try to
do the same thing with Harry was because she’d known that he’d sense her transformative magic
still in effect. Harry could only shake his head at the woman. Tonks was an absolutely gorgeous
ravenette with long wavy hair and an obscenely curvy body fit for the cover of men’s magazines.
The idea that she had a complex about her appearance was absolutely ridiculous.

Of course, one of the most attractive aspects of Tonks as a person was on display even as the 2 of
them just sat there. The woman was obviously, noticeably, entirely unbothered by how she was
currently stuck on her knees with her arms tightly restrained behind her back. She was at ease with
her current situation in a way that only an honest to Gods, dyed in the wool, perverted freak could
be. Harry was a huge fan, and he let the woman know it by rubbing at her lower back in an
affectionate manner.

“That’s really nice Harry,” Tonks murmured as they watched the two Veela sisters whisper
meaningfully to each other off in the distance. “You knooow… I am stuck like this. I’m stuck in a
completely defenceless, perfectly submissive, blowjob position…”

“No can do Tonks. Harry quietly replied with a soft smile on his face. “When Fleur and Gabrielle
finally finish that little conversation of theirs, I might actually end up looking like the victim in a
situation for the first time in a very looong time. That’s not an image I’ll get to enjoy for very long
if the girls turn back in this direction and find my cock shoved down your defenceless little
throat…”

“Ah… I see,” Tonks allowed with a nod of her head.

“Thanks for understanding,” Harry responded with a nod of his own.

“.........................Pussy……..”

Snicker, giggle x2…..

When their quiet round of laughter finally came to an end, Harry allowed his hand to drop to the
Metamorph’s butt to give it a firm little pinch. “Find an excuse to stick around today, and I’ll find a
way to thank you for coming to my rescue...”
“Fleur collected me from the Department Of Mysteries main office by claiming that there was an
ICW emergency requiring a Metamorph,” Tonks breathed out in a noticeably excited voice. “I’m
good to go…”

“Careful Tonks… Your slutwife is leaking out,” Harry quietly admonished with a sly little grin on
his face.

“Says the buck ass naked guy with the big fat beautifully erect dick,” Tonks immediately
whispered back. “Are you sure you don’t want to just fuck my mouth right here right now, because
I can…”

Then Tonks’s question was interrupted when Fleur suddenly helped Gabrielle up to her feet and
began half carrying the woman in their direction. The youngest Delacour’s wings, feathers, pointed
ears and white hair were all gone now, and in their place was a strawberry blonde girl with a
noticeably haggard look on her angelic little face. It appeared that Gabrielle’s Veela transformation
had run its course for now, leaving a state of near complete magic exhaustion in its wake.

As if Gabrielle’s transformation back to normal was a release of some kind, Tonks suddenly found
that her arms and legs were free to move again, and she shook out her body before rising back to
her feet.

Harry, likewise, rose to his feet and then forced himself to look unconcerned by his continued
nudity. Oddly enough, the fact that he was as naked as the day he was born still managed to be just
a little bit awkward, even given the fact that he’d slept with all 3 of the women in the room.
Thankfully, the sight of Gabrielle looking so unwell was enough to make his cock finally calm the
fuck down.

Small mercies…

“Ze 2 of us,” Fleur gestured between herself and Gabrielle. “Aren’t een a very good place. We’re at
odds for ze very first time ever. Zat being said, at least now I understand what ze problem ees.
Gabrielle ‘as agreed zat we need to go speak to our mozzer regarding ‘er transformation and ‘ow
she’s eemprinted upon ‘ou…”

Harry and Tonks nodded their understanding without a word.

Very suddenly, Fleur’s eyes widened and she pulled out a complicated runic array from a bag
hanging at her waist. Over the following ten seconds all 7 of the remaining MIMM regalia dropped
from Harry’s limbs to clatter across the floor.

Immediately and dramatically, Harry’s core magic filled the entire room to capacity, to the point
that his hair floated on end and his eyes radiated an emerald energy for several moments before
finally settling back down.

All of the women in the room shivered from top to bottom as what felt like an electric current of
sensation traveled all throughout their nervous systems and then settled into their nether regions.

“So Lord Deacon was kicked off of the Council for antagonizing me then?” Harry’s words weren’t
really even a question. There was far too much certainty in his tone.

“You knew,” Fleur murmured as if to herself.

“I noticed that the Council as a whole wasn’t all that upset with me, but that they were allowing
Deacon enough rope to hang himself,” Harry offered in return. “I’ll stop by your office tomorrow
to officially get myself exonerated, and hear the most recent news regarding Gabrielle.”
At first Fleur merely nodded her head in an absentminded fashion. The woman was extremely
upset with her current situation and that much was obvious. Then she slowly opened her mouth,
shut it, drew in a deep breath and sighed. “Oui. Yes. I’ll see ‘ou een my office tomorrow just before
noon.”

With a small nod of his own, Harry conjured himself another black suit, dress pants and dress
shoes combo, but with no tie and a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. “Good then. If you
need anything from me overnight, you can find me at the old Potter Estate.”

“You’re not going back to Mars for ze night?” Fleur was surprised. “Harry almost never slept on
Earth.

“I don’t know exactly what Appoline is going to recommend regarding Gabrielle, but I suspect it’ll
involve me somehow,” Harry offered with a shrug. “I’m not eager to be force summoned a third
time in a single day, so I’ll stay overnight at a location where you can easily reach me.”

“Zat’s… very pragmatic,” Fleur slowly replied. “I was going to say kind, but your rationale eesn’t
based on generosity.”

Harry didn’t argue. Kind wasn’t how he’d describe himself anymore either. He tended to avoid that
particular character trait. Back when he was young, it had caused him nothing but trouble…

Under normal circumstances, Fleur tended to kiss Harry on the cheek before leaving, with the
understanding that he’d grab her and press several more very thorough kisses upon her. She didn’t
do so today. Today she had her younger sister in attendance and furious at her for reasons that they
both knew were completely unreasonable. It was… a mess. With a short but warm hug for Tonks
and a meaningful look at Harry, Fleur gathered a very tired Gabrielle into her arms and then side-
along Apparated the two of them to her parent’s house in the enclave.

Pop!!

And then Harry and Tonks were alone.

After turning in Tonks’s direction, closing his eyes for several moments and rubbing his chin
thoughtfully, Harry suddenly opened his eyes, smiled, and then waved his hand to conjure the
woman a brand new wardrobe. In a blur of rapidly appearing objects, Tonks found herself wearing
a slim silver tiara on her head, and a pair of priceless blue diamond earrings in both of her ears.
Likewise her body was covered in a skin tight, shimmering black dress with hundreds of blue
gemstones sewn into the short flared out skirt. The tiara dress combo made her look like the heiress
of a billion dollar corporation or at the very least a third Princess from a small, out of the way,
magical kingdom.

Tonks looked both up and down at her new super swanky getup and then back at Harry with a
newly curious look in her eyes.

“I just banished your DOM armor back to the Potter estate,” Harry cheerfully explained. “Let’s go
get a few drinks at a very out of the way Eastern European dance club that I’ve been hearing about.

“Which country in Eastern Europe,” Tonks immediately asked with a very, very arched eyebrow.

“It's a very popular establishment in Romania named Erickson’s,” Harry offered with a carefully
bland expression on his face.

“What are you trying to pull Harry? You know very well that Charlie works in Romania and
frequents that particular club most nights with his buddies…” By this point, Tonks was beginning
to look just a little bit leery of Harry’s plan…

“If, for instance, we do run into your errant husband and his friends, we’ll be fine,” Harry assured
Tonks with a smile that was both evil and knowing. “Charlie Weasley has never met his wife in the
form that she’s currently adopting and especially not dressed in a mixture of old money and
sophistication. He also has no reason to know what Bellatrix Lestrange looked like as a woman in
her twenties. Still… If, by some fluke of the imagination, the man does figure out who you are, I
promise to make him unrealize it, over and over and over again...”

And just like that, all of Tonks’s reservations suddenly melted away, and her face flushed a vibrant
red in her rapidly growing arousal. “Gods above Harry… It’s exactly as I thought it’d be with you.
You’re sooo bad, so hard, so... exciting... We.. We better get moving then, before I ruin your plan
by accident. I’m sooooo fucking hot for you right now…”

“Come here then,” Harry demanded in a quiet but assertive tone. Then he was extending his arms
around Tonks’ waist as she stepped up in front of him and pressed herself flush to his body.

“You forgot to give me panties,” Tonks whispered as she pressed her cheek into Harry’s chest and
cupped both of his ass cheeks in her hands.

“No I didn’t... It’s been several years since I forgot anything…”

“Merlin…”

Pop!!

______________________________________________________________________

Without any noise to announce their sudden arrival, Harry and Tonks found themselves in the back
alley between an industrial warehouse and what looked like a Muggle tattoo parlour. Harry didn’t
hesitate or have to look around. He knew exactly where he was going and exactly what he was
doing. Taking a hold of Tonks’s hand, he drew her along to a door shaped patch of bricks that stood
out in the warehouse wall, and he tapped the nearby cement in a very specific rhythm.

Unlike the Diagon Alley entrance bricks that had to whirl as they receded in an elaborately
wasteful event, this door simply materialized out of thin air and then opened for them exactly like a
door is supposed to do. It was a little bit anticlimactic perhaps, but when you live full time in the
magical world you stop seeking ways to senselessly show off through the use of mundane objects.
Harry was quite happy to have a door act as a door, and he proved that by drawing Tonks to his
side and walking down the stairs within. As soon as they moved inside and passed by a
soundproofing ward, loud rhythmic bass music began thumping against their eardrums and
vibrating the walls. Dark blue and purple neon lights shone on every wall, lights of every color
floated across the room back and forth and people jostled each other in their hurry to get on and off
the various dance floors. This was a nightclub exactly like any nightclub, with the exception that
everything within it ran and worked on magic rather than electricity.

As the fast paced bassy beat in the background settled in upon their bodies, Tonks’s hips started to
sway back and forth enticingly, her hand started sliding up and down Harry’s thigh, and the
excitement in her eyes grew to nearly manic levels. “You do plan to dance with me, right Harry?”

“Of course we’re going to dance,” Harry replied with an incredulous look on his face. “I’ll leave it
to you whether we have a drink or hit the dance floor fiiiirst...” Of course, by the time Harry
finished grunting out that last word, he was being dragged towards the dance floor by a completely
ecstatic Metamorph, and he was being pulled through a throng of very interested bystanders. Even
in the dim neon lighting of the dance club, Harry Potter was still a very recognizable person, and
he had a lot of people staring at him by the time Tonks was satisfied with their location. Then she
was turning back around and catching sight of all the people staring in their direction, and she bit
her bottom lip in a sudden bout of indecision.

“I’m a very powerful wizard Tonks. If I put in the effort I could’ve pulled off something similar to
Metamorphmagery and made myself completely unrecognizable,” Harry whispered down into the
woman’s ear. “Do you know why I didn’t alter my appearance before coming here?”

Tonks began blushing just a bit in anticipation of Harry’s compliment, but she shook her head in a
negative anyway.

“I’m not the least bit modest or humble anymore,” Harry explained as he lightly dragged his lips
down the side of Tonks’s cheek. “I don’t see the point in having the most beautiful woman in the
entire building in my arms, if no one even knows that it’s me…”

And then Tonks had her arms wrapped around the back of Harry’s neck and she was swaying her
body to the music in a way that was both artistic and overtly sexual. As quickly as Harry managed
to loop his arms around the woman’s back in return, she was still one step ahead of him in her
enthusiasm. She leaned down to rip two buttons off of his white shirt with her teeth, tearing open
the shirt’s collar even further and exposing his chest. Then she began kissing, licking and nibbling
on his chin, neck, shoulders and chest, all without ever losing the rhythm of her dancing. For the
next few fast paced and electric club songs, Tonks rubbed her dress covered pussy up and down
Harry’s thighs, pressed her breasts flush to his chest, and ran her hands along every inch of his
muscular body. Then, when Harry turned out to be an excellent dancer, and managed to keep up
with her enthusiastic movements, she suddenly lost herself in her excitement, curled a hand in his
hair and dragged his head down towards her face.

While Harry was vaguely aware that he was still keeping rhythm with Tonks in their dancing, for
the most part he just allowed his mouth to form a wide smile as it was pulled down towards his
partner’s lips. Then she was planting a hungry and intense series of kisses on him and her tongue
was demanding all of his attention. It was a good thing that the woman was such a phenomenal
dancer, because Harry suddenly found himself completely preoccupied with both her mouth and
her luscious tits pressed firmly into his chest.

When the frantic and rapid-fire series of tongue filled kisses suddenly came to an end, it was only
so that Tonks could turn around and then grind her ass back against Harry’s increasingly obvious
bulge. Her left hand immediately started roaming up and down his thigh and cupping his ass, while
her right hand moved back up to sift through the curls of his hair in an exceedingly intimate
fashion. Without a single moment's hesitation, Harry allowed his hands to possessively wrap
around both Tonks’s slim little tummy and her upper thigh. Of course the hand that he placed on
her stomach started migrating up towards her tits, and the hand that he placed on her leg started
rubbing at her inner thigh. Within no time at all, Harry’s daring caused Tonks to respond in kind,
groping and grabbing at him with increasing levels of excitement and desperation. Then she really
decided to go for gold and the hand that she had rubbing at his thigh disappeared behind her back.

When Tonks’s hand splayed out against his stomach muscles and started sliding down underneath
his belt, Harry suddenly leaned in to whisper into the woman’s ear. “If we continue this right here
on the dance floor, we’re missing out on an opportunity. Come with me, I have something to show
you...” Then Harry was drawing Tonks off of the dance floor and across the club towards a sitting
area in the back. As they moved deeper into this sitting area, the volume of the music dimmed
through the use of both Muggle acoustics and barrier magic until finally it was merely a normal
background volume that you could tap your feet to. Then they were at an archway leading to an
area full of VIP tables and Harry stopped them for a moment.

“Give me just one moment and then everything will be prepared,” Harry murmured as he closed
his eyes and waved his hand towards the room beyond. Then, with a sharp thump of the man’s
magic that Tonks managed to actually feel because she was touching him, Harry’s luminous green
eyes reopened, and he smiled. “It’s time Princess. Let’s head in there.”

Entering the fully occupied VIP area, Harry drew Tonks to a recessed booth style table
arrangement against a wall. The owner of the bar had clearly been anticipating their arrival because
the table contained an extremely expensive looking bottle of wine and Harry’s full name was
displayed on a large paper placard.

That’s when Tonks saw the “opportunity” that Harry had been referring to, and her entire body
started vibrating with excitement.

Across a 3-4 meter aisle gap in the tables, was another, recessed VIP table that held a very familiar
group of men and women. It was Charlie Weasley and all of his friends from work drinking and
carrying on. What’s more, they all appeared to be waiting for Harry to walk over to his table…

Harry felt the exact moment that Tonks recognized both the direction and the theme of his plan, in
the way that her newly trembling arms immediately wrapped possessively around his waist and her
lips suddenly pressed a quick but intimate kiss into the side of his neck. Nymphadora Weasley was
on board with his plan. What's more, judging by the sudden heat coming off of her body and the
way that she was clutching at his arm, she was losing her Godsdamned mind in arousal and was
extraordinarily happy with him…

“The great and powerful Harry Potter,” Charlie Weasley sarcastically called out in a slightly
drunken voice as Harry slid into the recessed table across from them. “If I recall correctly, you
were just a tiny little pissant, and a mediocre wizard with delusions of grandeur... Looks like
nothing’s changed…”

After slipping down into the booth directly behind Harry, Tonks climbed atop his legs to straddle
his lap, and then turned to stare at Charlie and his friends as if they were worms. “Should I have
zat unsightly, unkempt, uncouth, uneducated, unvorthy, eensignificant, peasant killed, my Lord,”
she offered in an imperious Russian accent that made her sound like a high ranking member of a
noble family.

“That’s not necessary Princess,” Harry consoled in a completely relaxed tone of voice. “The man
merely hates me on behalf of his younger sister, who he believes I’ve wronged.”

“I don’t believe anything, I know it,” Charlie called out in a belligerent tone of voice. “You used
her body rotten and then broke her heart like the asshole you are!”

After sliding into her new Russian royalty role as if she was born to it and aided by how Harry was
calling her Princess, Tonks stared imperiously into Harry’s eyes in a fashion that demanded
answers.

“His sister was dosing me with Amortentia love potions the entire time we were dating,” Harry
explained with a shrug.

“Ah, I see... So zis delusional and slovenly leetle man supports ze actions of his rapist sister zen,”
Tonks loudly called out as if she was experiencing a eureka moment.
“Oooooooohhhhhhh,” all of Charlie’s friends immediately called out, proving that work friends
everywhere are only as loyal as the circumstances.

“Why I oughta,” Charlie yelled out as he attempted to rise to his feet, only to fail to even budge for
seemingly no reason, and then forget that he even tried just a half a second later....

“What are you doing in Romania anyway Harry?” One of Charlie’s male coworkers called out
when his attempt to get up for more drinks failed and was immediately forgotten.

After lightly pinching Harry’s thigh to let him know that she was going to answer the question,
Tonks turned to regard the people that were staring at them from the nearby tables. It appeared that
they’d caught the attention of all of the people drinking in the room and were officially the center
of attention. Good. It was showtime... “Lord Potter ees een zis region at ze behest of my fazzer, ze
King,” Tonks announced in a snooty and imperious tone. “He was called upon to exterminate a
dark cult zat was releasing hordes of feral vampires to feast on ze citizens of my country. Now zat
my Lord has vanquished zese evil men and destroyed every seengle one of ze vampires, zere ees
but one final task zat he’s promised to perform for ze benefit of my Kingdom… and I’m very…
very eager to finally get started...”

In their drunken state, with a really interesting story in the offing, and under a strong magical
compulsion to obediently stay in their seats, not one of Charlie’s fair-weather friends thought to ask
which magical Kingdom Tonks was referring to. Instead, the question that left their chosen
spokesman’s mouth ended up being the obvious one… “Sooooo… What is this final task you’re
talking about?”

“Ensuring zat ze next generation of ze royal family ees genetically superior een... every…
seengle... way,” Tonks replied in a desperately hungry tone of voice. Then she was running her
hands up and down the front of Harry’s body as if they were alone and not in front of nearly a
hundred people.

“Wait… what?!”

“No way dude, is she serious?! Here?!”

“Are they really about to?.. Noohohooway!”

“Merlin, Charlie, you’ve been so unbelievably full of shit all these years,” one of his female
coworkers accused, as she squirmed in her chair, watching the stunning Princess type throw herself
at the Harry Potter right there, just three meters away from them.

Above and beyond having his friends disrespect him and experiencing a profound sense of
helplessness that he simply couldn’t describe, Charlie also found himself feeling unnaturally
possessive of this Russian Princess for reasons that he couldn’t figure out. She was familiar… She
was… It was there... It was gone... Whatever it was, it was teasing Charlie’s mind like a white
rabbit running through snow… What was it about that woman?!...

As amusing as both Tonks’s story and Charlie’s half successful attempts at recognizing his own
wife were, Harry was only half paying attention to any of that. What he was paying attention to
was how Tonks’s hands were a blur of motion, tearing open his white dress shirt and undoing the
clasp on his belt. The woman was completely committed to acting out her little scenario now, and
was leaking pussy juices into the material of his dress pants even as she stripped him. That’s why
he wasn’t the least bit surprised when she suddenly reached down into his wide open fly and
slowly began pulling his fully hard cock out from where it was filling the right thigh of his pants.
In the end, it took her nearly 10 entire seconds to wrestle his dick out of his pants, at which point
the din of people talking at the nearby tables suddenly became quite a bit louder.

“What?! No way! That’s fucking bullshit man!

“Where’s the Justice?”

“He’d split my pussy right in half…”

“Worth it though…”

“Good Gods above! My Lord... Your erect penis ees so long and thick. Your testicles are so round
and heavy. Your sex ees so magnificent,” Tonks breathed out in a blissfully happy little voice. True
to her words, she’d already begun lovingly rubbing her hands up and down the length of his shaft
and gently massaging his balls as if they were the most important thing in the entire world to her.
She worshipped his dick with her hands and her unblinking stare as she slowly gyrated her ass atop
his thighs.

Not one to be idle in situations such as this, Harry slowly rubbed his hands up Tonks’s legs, to her
thighs, and then to the hem of her dress, so that he could start dragging it up above the wonderful
globes of her ass. “I’m pleased that you approve of me, my Lady,” he stage whispered for the
benefit of the nearby tables. “If I’m big, if I’m hard, it’s only because you’re so unbelievably
beautiful. As a rule, I don’t allow myself to be bred by any of the royal families that approach me,
but with you, I just couldn’t make myself walk away...”

“A fact zat I am exceedingly grateful for,” Tonks stage whispered in return. “I zink… I vill prove
just how grateful I really am, right here… right now.” After kissing Harry hard on the mouth and
then rising up off of his lap, Tonks banished the booth table several feet away with her wand and
then dropped to a squat between Harry’s thighs. The fact that her wide open thighs hiked up the
hem of her dress to reveal her thick ass and wet little pussy to their audience only served to make
her that much more excited.

“A Princess such as yourself need not service me like this my Lady,” Harry pointed out even as he
sidled his ass closer to the edge of their couch. “I wouldn’t want the people observing us to believe
that you’re anything but a dignified and sophisticated young Lady…”

“But I must do zis, my Lord,” Tonks breathed out against Harry’s cock, drawing his shaft towards
her face with both of her massaging hands so that his crown was rubbing against her slightly parted
lips. “Mine ees no simple form of gratitude Harry... Eet eesn’t even a simple form of devotion... I
pine for you vith my entire being... I ache for you deep eenside vhere my womb resides… I know
my place… I know my role... I vill service you... I vill take you deep eenside of me... I vill carry
your children... I vill join ze ranks of your harem… I vill pamper you for life...”

“Wait! What?! Join the ranks of his harem, his women plural,” Charlie suddenly called out in an
extremely affronted tone. “Harry Potter’s not worthy of that kind of attention from you! He’s not
worth sacrificing your happiness for! You could find more devotion from any other man in this
room! You could have someone’s undivided attention!”

“Silence eengrate,” Tonks immediately demanded in an ice cold and unforgiving tone of voice.
“Do not presume to act as eef my happiness has any-zing to do wiz ze likes of you. You speak to
me of devotion, of attention, and yet I see zat you yourself are vearing a wedding ring. Vhere ees
zis wife of yours, hypocrite? Why are you getting drunk een a nightclub wiz a large number of
seengle young ladies and not at home actually being a husband?”

With everyone that was sitting at his table giving him newly awkward glances, Charlie had no idea
what to say or do in response to the Princess’s words. Every single one of his coworkers knew that
he barely ever went home and rarely spared his wife a single thought. Then, in a single powerfully
twisted moment, Charlie began experiencing that knowing feeling again, and it was far stronger
this time than it had ever been before. A maddening sensation that he knew exactly who this raven
haired Princess was, was clawing desperately at his brain, and yet it was refusing to find purchase
in his conscious mind. The only thing that he did know for sure was that watching the beautiful
Princess make a public spectacle of worshipping Harry Potter’s unbelievably huge dick was like
rubbing salt directly into a bleeding wound, and he couldn’t for the life of him nail down the
reason why...

“Judging by your lack of reaction just now, eet ees exactly as I thought,” Tonks concluded with a
disdainful shake of her head. “Eet ees official. Observing ze moment when Lord Potter fills my
belly vith child vill be ze closest zat a miscreant such as yourself vill ever get to pleasing a Lady,
and only because I desire many, many witnesses....”

Snicker… chuckle…. giggle… snort…

By this point, Harry had a hand softly rubbing Tonks’s head as if in consolation. “My Lady… Let
me be clear. Charlie Weasley’s opinion means less to me than the urine currently staining his
pants. I am however enormously touched by your care and concern. Let us find somewhere less…
public, where I will... fuuhhuuck...”

Harry’s completely fake suggestion was completely derailed, exactly as they both knew it would
be, when Tonks suddenly returned her entire attention back to his cock. With no hesitation
whatsoever, she leaned in to give both of his testicles several sloppy kisses, tongued her way up the
length of his shaft and then spread her lips around his massive flared out head. By the time Harry
stopped growling out a very long, very low F-bomb, Tonks was devotedly shoving more and more
of his cock down her poor, continuously resisting throat.

Harry was extremely impressed with Tonks’s acting skills, as she could, and had in the past, taken
his entire cock down her throat with absolutely no trouble whatsoever. No… The struggle that
Tonks was currently putting herself through on his dick, was purely to keep up appearances in front
of their audience. The woman was gagging, the woman was choking, the woman was gurgling, but
the woman was persevering…

It was official. Harry had completely underestimated Tonks before on the cruise ship. As it turns
out, she was an absolutely brilliant actor...

In order to play his role in Tonks’s little drama, and because she really was deserving of some
TLC, Harry dropped his hand to cup the side of her face, and stared adoringly down into her eyes
as she glucked and wheezed on the length of his cock. “You’re a Goddess, Princess,” he praised
with admiration plain to hear in his voice. “Your gorgeous little mouth is superb and you’re getting
better and better with every passing second.”

And just like how Harry was describing it, Tonks really was getting better and better by the second,
to the point that it looked like she was a veteran at giving head after just a single minute and then a
cock sucking pro after little more than 2. Soon enough, Tonks was right back into the swing of
things, bobbing up and down the length of Harry’s dick with her sharply sucking mouth hollowed
out around his shaft, her tongue twining in intimate circles around his head, and her eyes trained up
at his face as if to hypnotize him. With deft and almost unconscious movements, she peeled
Harry’s pants out from under his ass and dragged them down his legs, all without ever pausing in
her blowjob. Then she was fondling Harry’s balls and pawing at both of his thighs as if she just
couldn’t touch him enough for her satisfaction.
“Princess… If you continue sucking my cock with that much skill and sex appeal, I’m going to
cum down that gorgeous little throat of yours, which is why I insist that you stop,” Harry growled
with his hands cupping both of Tonks’s cheeks. “I’m not merely trying to be gentle with you
Princess. Truly, I fully intend to release every ounce of my seed balls deep inside that perfect little
pussy of yours over and over again until it sticks. I don’t plan on cumming anywhere else but
directly into your womb until after we’ve confirmed that you're expecting.”

Tonks’s body immediately shivered from head to toe in high arousal at the intensity in Harry’s
voice, but so did all of the other women sitting throughout the VIP area… Then her mouth was
being pulled off of the end of Harry’s cock by his tightly restraining hands and her heart felt like it
was going to explode in her chest. “My Lord please,” she gasped out as soon as Harry’s cock
popped out of her mouth. “I request that you let me ride you to start… You’re just so… Your penis
ees completely gigantic…”

All around the room, various different women immediately started nodding their heads in
understanding. They didn’t have a single Godsdamned clue why they were all just sitting still and
obediently watching all of this happen, but they did understand Tonks’s words.

With a silent nod of his own, Harry rose to his feet, stripped naked, put their bottle of wine on the
couch and then lay down on the table with the top of his head facing Charlie’s table. Several gasps
and small breathless murmurs came from women all around the room, in response to Harry’s
physique and muscle tone.

Once again, all of the men were conspicuously silent…

Rising to her feet at Harry’s side, Tonks climbed up onto the table, straddled Harry’s thighs, took a
hold of his cock again and then looked down into his eyes. “Please be patient vith me, my Lord,”
she panted out in a voice that contained nearly out of control lust and desperation. “I fear my
virginal leetle pussy ees no match for zis…zis cock of yours. I fear eet might take me several
minutes to… stretch myself...”

Rising to a seated position and cupping one of Tonks’s cheeks, Harry splayed out his free hand
atop her tiny little belly. “Never fear Princess. You are becoming one of my women. You need not
worry about such things as pain or fear… I’m performing a spell that will ease and heal the loss of
your virginity and help you take every inch of my cock for the very first time.”

With a brilliantly acted look of both relief and elation, Tonks gasped as if Harry had gifted her a
puppy, threw her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then she was
drawing her tight black dress up over her shoulders, throwing it to the couch as if it was trash, and
pushing Harry back down onto his back with her newly naked body. “I cannot vait even a moment
longer, my Lord,” she whimpered somehow loudly into the newly silent room. “I cannot be
wizzout you deep eenside of me for even a second longer.”

“Take me then,” Harry replied with his hands running up the woman’s thighs to cup around her ass
and lower back. “You will see. I promise that you’ll feel no pain or lasting discomfort…”

Rising vertical upon Harry’s thighs with a completely manic expression upon her still somehow
innocent face, Tonks drew Harry’s cock straight up into the air, rose to the max height that she
could reach upon her knees, and began rubbing the man’s cockhead up and down the length of her
soaking wet, pink and puffy little pussylips. “Do you feel how horny I am for you, my Lord,”
Tonks stage whispered as she ran one of her hands up the length of Harry’s muscular body to his
chest. “My pussy has been dripping for you seence ze very first moment I saw you een my fazzer’s
castle. Ze eensignificant man zat I was eentended to marry can’t even hope to compare to you, he
can’t even begin to measure up. My… body… ees… yours!” Seemingly by chance, Tonks was
staring directly into Charlie’s eyes during the moment when she described how her intended didn’t
measure up. Then, when she finished yelling out the word yours, she quickly impaled her tightly
clinging pussylips around Harry’s senselessly large cockhead and continued to eagerly hump her
newly shaking hips lower and lower along the length of his shaft.

“Gods! My Gods! My Lord! My God! So long! So thick! So perfect! Full! I’m so full! I’m being
stretched! I’m being ruined by your caawwwk,” Tonks squealed with her head hanging back on her
shoulders and her wild eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her body, likewise, was shaking and
shuddering with every fresh inch of Harry’s cock that she managed to take within her body,
making her tits, ass and thighs shake in mesmerizingly sexual ways. About a minute after she
began cramming Harry’s dick inside of her, she finally managed to hump herself down over three
quarters of his length. This was around the time when her belly began showing a little indent just
above her belly button where his cockhead was beginning to press against her womb.

The women in the audience all gasped.

Charlie turned as white as a sheet, and started feeling nauseous for reasons that Harry’s magic
wasn’t allowing him to figure out.

Tonks on the other hand, whimpered as her hand dropped to rub at the bump in her tummy, and
then her eyes dilated wide in a mixture of shock and supreme arousal. In the moments that
followed, she started emptying out her lungs in a long whorish moan as a wave of femcum
suddenly splashed Harry’s shaft, balls and inner thighs. While the shock on her face had been an
act, the orgasm that was currently washing over her entire body most certainly wasn’t. Tonks
wasn’t even fully hilted on Harry’s massive dick yet, and yet she was already cumming and she
was nowhere near finished yet. Hell, she was only getting started. Harry Potter had been teasing
her into a sexual frenzy with his every word, look, touch and action for at least 2 hours by this
point, and she knew for a fact that every single second of it had been timed to perfection using
magic that she couldn’t even begin to fathom. The man was an artist. The man was a genius. Harry
Potter was a trickster God of old... Tonks was so unbelievably wet and oversensitive by this point.
She was so incredibly hot for Harry’s body, his cock, his power and his noticeably dominant
character. She was twitching. She was trembling. Then she was dropping onto Harry’s dick, and
completely forgetting to act as if her body was struggling as she hilted his cock balls deep inside of
her. Her body wasn’t suffering in the least. Her body was rejoicing. The effect that Harry’s
superior dick had on her body was both immediate and dramatic. Her pussy muscles loosened
around his girth and then rapidly tightened again to conform into a perfect sucking sleeve, her
womb pressed its opening against the man’s cocktip like a mouth or a suction cup, her face flushed
a vibrant scarlet red, her arms and legs developed intense waves of goosebumps, her thighs vibrated
against Harry’s waist, her mouth slackened into an O, and her eyelids fluttered over glassy, vacant
eyes.

Then Tonks was incapable of doing anything more complicated than moaning, shaking, shivering,
spilling pussy juices and desperately rooting her pussylips down around the base of Harry’s cock.
She felt the moment when the man beneath her sat back up to hold her body throughout the peak of
her orgasm. His arms wrapped around her body like hot smooth iron bands. His calloused hands
rubbed at her back, shoulders and neck. He kissed her temple and her cheek, and while she knew
that his actions were at least partially as part of their act, she also knew that he cared about her
personally… This whole scenario. This whole adventure. This was for her… Tonks’s arms and legs
wrapped tightly around Harry’s shoulders and lower back, she latched her mouth onto the flesh of
his neck to suck a desperate hickey into his skin, and then she experienced the last of her super
intense orgasm pressed flush to every single inch of Harry’s far too perfect body.

Perfect. The moment was perfect, carnal, bliss…

Then Harry was lifting her body back up the length of his cock by the thick globes of her ass, and
Tonks didn’t have to feign the way that her eyes snapped open and dilated wide.

“Well done Princess,” Harry reassured Tonks, a mischievous little smile growing upon his face as
he lifted and dropped the woman’s unbelievably tight and wringing pussy along the length of his
cock. “For a virgin, you took to my sex rather quickly, but now I will help yo… huahhh!” As he’d
somewhat expected would happen, Harry ended up pushed flat onto his back again with a very
indignant Princess sitting regally upon his dick.

“I am a vell bred, vell educated, sophisticated and genteel Lady of ze court, my Lord,” Tonks
argued, with a look of playful effrontery upon her face. “I vill not have zese peasants believing zat I
am any-zing but ze very best at zose zings zat I do.” With that declaration made, Tonks dropped
her hands to Harry’s chest and stomach and used his muscles as a platform to slowly push her
pussy up the length of his dick. Several dozen people all around the room gasped and murmured to
each other as her pussylips dragged outwards in a skin-tight sucking seal along the length of
Harry’s absurdly thick shaft. In a similar fashion, her pussy was making completely obscene wet
squelching noises with every single inch that she rose. Their sex was wet. Their sex was loud, their
sex was dramatic. Their sex was slow and deliberate until the moment when Tonks finally had only
the head of her lover’s cock resting within her soaking wet pussy. Then Tonks suddenly widened
her legs all at once, dropping her entire body weight upon her pussy to impale herself down on
Harry’s cock. In a very long, wet and messy penetration, Tonks thumped Harry’s crown against her
womb, and had the both of them trembling against each other in a moment of extreme
oversensitivity.

“You tremble underneath me as eef my royal pussy might be too much for you,” Tonks purred,
even as she attempted to hide the blissful euphoria Harry’s cock was causing her. Even as an
electric feeling deep within her core was lighting up her entire nervous system in cascading waves
of pleasure. She tried, oh Gods did she try to dismiss what his cock was doing to her as she moved,
but of course ignoring these sensations ended up being completely impossible. As a result, Tonks
felt the speed and intensity that she was fucking herself down upon Harry’s dick growing faster and
harder with every single minute that passed. She couldn’t help herself. She didn’t want to help
herself…

In what felt like no time at all, Tonks found her ass slapping against Harry’s thighs and her tits
bouncing in the air as she humped herself down upon his cock with a wild reckless abandon. She
rooted herself on him over and over again so that she’d feel his cockhead spreading open her
deepest most dangerous depths. She rubbed and massaged his balls with one hand as her other hand
fondled his stomach, chest and thighs. Her mouth dropped open and her breathing quickened as her
body began demanding that she finally just fucking rut the impossibly beautiful man laying
beneath her. Her body wanted her to actively milk Harry’s cock. Her body wanted her to ride the
man until he released every ounce of his seed. Her body wanted his cockhead secured directly
inside a womb made as fertile as magically possible. Needless to say, Tonks had never felt this way
before. She wasn’t a Veela after all. She didn’t have loud, visceral and powerful mating instincts or
anything… Nevertheless… Her body was demanding that she get herself a womb packed full of
Harry’s nut, over and over again, until it did what it was intended to do… Merlin…

Godsdamn this was bad…

Godsdamn this was hot….

With a loud exclamation of arousal, pleasure and manic excitement, Tonks began riding Harry
Potter’s cock as if her life depended on it.
Without ever bothering to respond to Tonk’s teasing, Harry merely smiled and allowed his partner
to have her time. This was Tonks’s show after all so his plan was merely to make it as sensational
for her as he possibly could. As Tonks rapidly bounced and humped herself down upon his cock,
performing miracles around his dick using her Metamorph abilities, Harry drew his hands up his
lover’s hips to her waist and then up to her beautiful bouncing tits to cup them in his hands. Then
he was pinching and pulling at her sensitive little nipples and releasing strong currents of magic out
through his fingertips into the nerve clusters contained within. Between that and the raw magic that
he was releasing from every inch of his dick to course through Tonks’s extremely possessive little
pussy, he wasn’t the least bit surprised by the tension he felt growing within the woman’s body.
Yeah… Tonks was on a razor’s edge. Then, as more time passed, Harry saw that Tonks was biting
the lining of her mouth and closing her eyes as if she was actively trying to deny herself the orgasm
that he was bringing her to. Well… He simply couldn’t have that…

It was time to drag her over the edge…

With a small wave of Harry’s hand, Tonks’s tummy suddenly became just transparent enough that
the outline of his cock could be seen stretching her pussy to its limits and striking firmly against the
entrance to her womb. It was as if there was a very selective invisibility spell on Tonks’s belly
allowing their audience a view of what Harry’s dick was doing inside of her pussy.

“Merlin, Gods and Goddesses,” Tonks squeaked out when she opened her eyes, looked down at her
belly, and saw Harry’s cocktip repeatedly docking with her womb. She immediately began
trembling from head to toe as she realized what Harry had in mind for her. She knew what he had
planned and she knew why he was doing it. Of course this new knowledge immediately made her
start riding his cock at least twice as fast as before as an extreme sense of urgency suddenly stole
her breath, made her heart nearly explode in her chest and caused her overwhelmed little pussy to
begin massaging Harry’s cock like a vibrator. Very abruptly, Tonks was about to cum. There was
no stopping it or slowing it down anymore. She was waaaay too fucking aroused to stop herself
from losing it on Harry’s perfectly massive dick. There was a problem though… She desperately
needed Harry to join her. She needed him to completely fill her womb with his cum. Then she
knew exactly what would work… “My Lord,” she whimpered, her voice both loving and perfectly
submissive. “Zank you for showing me ze current state of my womb. As you can see, eets entrance
ees perfectly positioned to cradle ze tip of your cockhead. I’m not surprised at all... I’m so horny
for you my Lord. My body ees yours, my pussy ees yours, my womb ees yours. I’m about to cum
all over your cock once again. Please, please cum eenside of me. I beg of you, please eenseminate
my womb. I desire to see ze exact moment when you finally knock me up.”

“Don’t you worry, Princess,” Harry growled in a low and feral voice. “I’m going to cum and I’m
going to let everyone see it happening. This is a very important occasion after all…” As if those
words were a call to action of some kind, the man was suddenly a blur of both magic and motion.
With a wave of his hand, Tonks’s body was suddenly suspended in midair air but locked in the
position that she was currently in. Then Harry was moving behind her, picking her up by the back
of her knees, carrying her off the table, and shoving his cock back into her pussy from below. After
one single second of extremely rapid movement, Harry began lifting and dropping Tonks’s
dripping wet pussy on his cock by her spread open legs, with her back flush to his muscular body.
He was fucking her in such a way that their audience could see his balls slapping against her clit
and her pussylips spread into an obscenely perfect O around his shaft. He was fucking her in a
standing position in the aisle between all of the tables, and he hadn’t removed the invisibility effect
on her belly. Every single person in the entire room could see… everything! What’s more, at this
point Tonks was only a meter and a half away from Charlie’s group, and her husband was staring
at her cock stuffed pussy as if he was witnessing a car crash that was getting bigger and more
gruesome by the second.
“Merlin, Merlin and the Great Scot,” Tonks bellowed as her overexcited pussy immediately
clamped down and rippled along every last inch of Harry’s cock. It was too much. He was too
much! Tonks’s right hand wrapped behind Harry’s head again, her left hand pawed at his ass, and
her head dropped back to bounce languidly upon the man’s right shoulder. She was being held in
the air by a mixture of Harry’s implaccable arm strength and the fact that her body was completely
impaled upon his monstrously huge, steel hard cock. She had no control over the situation
whatsoever, and she found that she wasn’t the least bit surprised. She was being rough fucked and
paraded around pussy first by the Harry Potter of all people. Gods… She was sooo fucking hot for
the man. He was so strong. He was so in control. He was so next level. He didn’t give a single
Godsdamn about what anyone thought! Gods… Goddesses... Tonks could feel her womb flip-
flopping deep inside of her as it prepared to receive every last ounce of the man’s ludicrously
enormous load.

And then it was happening…

When Harry’s cock began twitching, trembling and expanding meaningfully deep within her pussy,
the pupils of Tonks’s eyes immediately dilated until her irises completely disappeared. She
twitched, she trembled, her mouth dropped open and her tongue poked out. She was forced to
actively resist the urge to rub at her belly. She didn’t want to ruin the view. Her pussy went fucking
wild as if someone had connected it to a live wire, as an ever expanding wave of purified pleasure
coursed outwards through her every sensitive fold. Then she started cumming. She started
cumming hard, and she released a long, slutty, warbling, animalistic, infinitely satisfied moan that
filled the entire room loud and clear. Her pussy exploded around Harry’s cock, femcum spurting
out towards their audience to splash in the aisle between their tables. Her head lolled back and forth
on Harry’s shoulder before dropping forward as if she was a broken marionette. She stared down at
her see-through tummy. She watched carefully as Harry’s gigantic cockhead swelled within the
entrance to her womb, priming for release. Then, when the timing was juuust right, she looked up
into Charlie Weasley’s eyes to give the man both a wink and a very familiar lopsided grin.

Then Harry was cumming inside of her… He was cumming inside of her a lot, and Tonks’s entire
body was going completely haywire. By the time the first volley of boiling hot seed exploded out
into her eagerly welcoming womb, Tonks was orgasming so hard she looked for all the world as if
she was having a seizure. She was so much more than merely cumming. This felt more like a
revelation, like a religious experience. Harry Potter was a sex God, and in that moment, she was his
most devoted worshipper…

Every single person within the VIP room watched mesmerized as the invisibility spell on the
Princess’s stomach revealed something obscene to the point of depravity. Within just the first few
seconds of Harry Potter’s orgasm, the walls of the woman’s womb were being power-washed by a
veritable firehose of semen, pumping her baby chamber full of his seed as if her most sacred fertile
depths were nothing more than a condom made of flesh. They watched as Harry allowed gravity to
root the woman’s pussylips upon the base of his cock, so that he could wrap his arms around her
body, maul one of her tits in his newly freed hands, and grab her roughly by the chin. Then he was
planting a hard, possessive kiss on the Princess’s lips that had her squealing her pleasure into his
mouth.

The next thing that the audience noticed was that Harry was nowhere near finished cumming...

He was only getting started.

Over the next 40 seconds, the spell allowing the audience to see the Princess’s womb revealed it
expanding outwards in entirely impossible ways, as it attempted to contain every single sperm cell
that Harry was releasing inside of her. Despite the fact that she was spilling pussy juices all over
the floor, shaking like a leaf and visibly cumming her fucking brains out, the Princess still
managed to continue squirming in Harry’s arms in order to root her pussylips against the base of
his cock over and over again. Then, when her womb simply couldn’t expand anymore, it
immediately started leaking, and the Princess whimpered piteously in response to the streams of
cum spurting out from her cock plugged pussy. With violently trembling arms, the Princess ran
shaking hands along her pussylips, her inner thighs and Harry’s balls to wipe up all of his leaking
cum, and then she stuffed those fingers deep into her mouth. She repeated this effort for the
remainder of Harry’s orgasm, another 10-15 seconds at least, and her fuck drunk expression grew
increasingly vacant the whole entire time.

Finally, at long last, Harry’s climax petered off and then came to an end, and Tonks’s body slowly
stopped shaking through whatever number of chain orgasms she’d just experienced.
“Pre..pregnaant,” Tonks slowly slurred out as she rubbed her hands over the indent in her belly,
where a womb completely filled to capacity was visible for everyone to see. “You’ve mated me
Harry. You’ve bred me with your babies for suuuure…”

Not one person that was watching from the sidelines disagreed… like… at all…

With hands that were shaking violently, Charlie suddenly grabbed a nearby 26er of firewhisky,
downed well over half the bottle all at once in one long series of chugs, and then leaned forward to
cover his newly sweat soaked face with both of his hands. He was rattled. He was shaken up. His
mind was rebelling violently to what he’d just seen happen. He was a mess of scraped raw nerves
and dark volatile emotions… He couldn’t focus on it for more than a split second at a time, but
when he remembered that grin, he felt like he could kill someone. He thought he might piece it all
together if only he focused his entire mind, but then it was gone and he was left feeling insane…

Charlie Weasley didn’t have the faintest fucking clue what was going on…

Harry was amused…

With a slow nod of his head and a gentle but possessive kiss to Tonks’s cheek to show that he
agreed with her assessment, Harry banished both the expensive wine and the Princess dress back to
the Potter Estate and then turned in the direction of Charlie Weasley’s table. “Thank you all for
watching me take what’s mine… I hope you all realize how lucky you’ve been to witness such an
important event. Goodbye.”

“Buh bye,” Tonks added drunkenly along with a very unprincesslike wave of her hand.

Pop, fwooshh…

As Harry Apparated out of the room, an ambient wave of his magic exploded out in every
direction, destroying all of the magical recording devices and memory charms that people were
trying to use, and then negating over a dozen compulsion charms that he’d layered throughout the
entire room. In the aftermath of Tonks and Harry’s performance, nobody knew what to make of
what they’d just experienced. It all felt so surreal. It was hard to say whether it all really happened
or not…

A little over 10 minutes later, the fire whiskey that Charlie chugged caught up with him almost all
at once. It wasn’t long after that that he ended up passing out onto the floor, and he had to be
carried back to the Dragon preserve by his coworkers.

It was a good thing that Charlie didn’t manage to go home that night for once, because if he had
he’d have found it both cold and completely unoccupied.
Tonks Weasley had zero intention of leaving Harry Potter’s bed for anything but food, water and
the bathroom until she was forced to go back to work on Monday morning...

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Chapter 5 - Daphne, Narcissa and Astoria’s Plan

When a sharp pricking pain suddenly hammered home into the meat of Harry’s thigh, he
immediately startled awake and scanned the Potter Estate’s master bedroom with sleep blurred
eyes. Tonks’s naked form was exactly where he’d left her, curled up against his left side and
sleeping like a gleefully perverse little baby. Clearly, she wasn’t the source of the sudden
discomfort in his leg. On his right hand side however... there was an indistinct black blur that was
slowly forming into something more detailed. Fleur Isabelle Weasley was kneeling on the floor to
the side of his bed with her younger sister crouching nervously just behind her…

What in the hell?

“Did you just inject me with something, Fleur,” Harry asked in as casual a voice as he could
muster. Since he had a feeling that he already knew the answer, he slowly began propping himself
up against his headboard. In his peripheral vision, he saw Tonks’s eyes suddenly snap open and her
mouth drop open in surprise. At the very least, it was good to know that the woman he spent the
evening fucking wasn’t a part of this sudden assault...

“Yes, ‘Arry. I just injected you with a triple dose of rare purified Veritaserum mixed with a
calming drought designed to slow down large magical creatures,” Fleur admitted in a businesslike
tone of voice. “My mozzer’s advice regarding Gabrielle’s eemprinting on ‘ou was zat we needed to
break ‘er free of ze ‘ero worship she ‘olds for ‘ou....”

“And what better way to do that than to force me to reveal just how shitty a person I am in my own
words,” Harry finished in a deadpan tone of voice. “I’m not feeling a desire to do much of anything
at the moment because of the calming draught in my blood, but as soon as I get my emotions back,
I’m going to demand that you return the force summoner, get the hell out of my house and forget
that I even exist…”

When the Veritaserum coursing through Harry’s bloodstream gave his words absolute credibility,
Fleur bodily flinched, swallowed heavily, bit her bottom lip, shook out her head and then squared
up her shoulders. “I am sure ‘ou will listen to reason when ze time comes, ‘Arry. I’m not merely
doing zis for Gabrielle after all. I am also doing zis for ‘ou. As I’m sure ‘ou already know,
eemprinted Veela are extremely territorial and possessive. Unless ‘ou are eentending on mating
and zen marrying Gabrielle, eet ees for ze best zat we break ‘er free of ‘er… preoccupation.”

“Your mother sent you both here because she desires that you both lose your preoccupation,” Harry
pointed out in an increasingly relaxed and carefree voice.

“Isn’t Harry a little too expressive for the amount of Veritaserum that he’s currently dosed with,”
Tonks whispered with her chin resting on Harry’s upper thigh.

“Good point,” Fleur mused before slipping onto the bed and looming over Harry’s body. “Eet’s for
ze best zat I make sure zat eet’s working… ‘Arry… What ees ze most embarrassing zing zat’s ever
‘append to ‘ou during sex?”
“The summer after I graduated Hogwarts, I had sex with a Veela for the very first time and I came
less than 5 seconds after penetrating her,” Harry immediately admitted.

Scoff… snicker….

“Hoookay… The Veritaserum’s definitely working,” Tonks giggled out through the hand covering
her mouth. “You do have to admit that the man’s come a long way though,” she added, as she
affectionately patted Harry’s crotch. What Fleur and Gabrielle didn’t catch in the darkened room
was the moment when Tonks’s eyes widened and her hand slowly started snaking underneath the
blankets. She’d just encountered an interesting consequence of Harry recalling his first Veela.
Tightly contained within a stretched taut pair of boxer briefs, was a cock that was trying
desperately to break free of its restraints. Tonks figured she might give Harry a little tender loving
care even as her Veela friends gave him the third degree.

“Yes, yes, ze man ‘as become quite good at sexing Veela now, but we must focus on ze task at
‘aand,” Fleur pointed out with a small sigh of resignation. “‘Arry… Did ‘ou save Gabrielle from ze
bottom of ze Black Lake because she was beautiful or because she mattered to you?”

“No,” Harry immediately replied.

Gabrielle shrank just a bit from where she was crouching behind her sister.

“In order from most important to least important reasons, I saved Gabrielle because I thought it was
abhorrent to let an innocent little girl die, because it was the right thing to do, because it was what
my friends would expect of me, because it would make Dumbledore happy, and because I saw how
desperately Fleur fought before getting knocked out by the Grindylows...”

“Gasp!”

Harry was deep enough in an Veritaserum daze at this point, he didn’t even blink when Fleur
gasped.

“‘Ou… ‘Ou saw me get subdued by ze Gryndelows and ‘ou deed nozzing?” At this point Fleur’s
fists were white where they were clenching his blanket. She looked like she didn’t even want Harry
to answer her question.

“I saw you get knocked unconscious from a distance,” Harry repeated. “I didn’t do nothing… I
retrieved you from the Grindylow cave at the bottom of the lake. I towed you to the surface before
your bubblehead charm completely failed. I Buoyancy spelled your body. I sent off a signal flare
with your wand. I saved your life… You're welcome.... “

“Ahhhooohhh,” Fleur groaned out as she realized that she’d just assumed the worst to a completely
insulting degree. With a sick twisting feeling in her gut, she remembered once again that Harry was
going to remember every single word that they were saying… Shit…

“Hey Harry,” Tonks suddenly interjected, with her cheek resting on Harry’s abdominal muscles
and her left hand massaging his cock and balls. “In the past, I’ve seen your magic protect you from
dangers that haven’t even happened yet… How is it you got caught in this here little ambush?”

“My magic protects me from danger,” Harry replied with emphasis on the word danger. “If my
health and safety isn’t on the line, my magic may allow me to suffer misfortune if it believes I need
to learn something. My magic was correct to let this happen. I am going to be extremely upset
when this is all over, but I’m learning several very important things right now…”

More and more as time went by, Fleur’s face was going pale as she began to regret a great many
things. What had she been thinking?… How had she thought Harry would react?... Did she think
that Harry was hopelessly pussy whipped like all of the other boys she’d been with in the past?

Gods and Goddesses...

“On a scale from 1 to 10 where would ‘ou say ‘ou stack up morally, 10 being a saint and 1 being
evil,” Gabrielle ventured when her sister suddenly froze up.

“I present myself as a 5. I pose as someone who’s completely indifferent to the people around me,
but that’s mostly so that I’m not constantly stuck saving people’s cats from trees,” Harry breathed
out. “In reality, I’m far closer to a 7 because no man is an island. I enjoy people, I just refuse to be
a pawn. I will not be used… ever. I would rate myself higher than a 7 on the morality scale
because I save the world so often, but I can’t... I sleep with a lot of married women...”

“Why do ‘ou sleep wiz only married women, ‘Arry,” Fleur asked as curiosity trumped her growing
trepidation.

“Not just married women, but women in general,” Harry immediately corrected. “The only reason I
specified that I sleep with married women just now is because it lowers my perceived morality…”

“‘Ave ‘ou slept wiz many women seence ze 2 of us started ‘aving sex,” Fleur suddenly blurted out.
It was immediately obvious that that question had essentially forced itself out of Fleur’s throat. She
even reached out towards Harry as if she could drag the question out of the air and back into her
mouth.

“Not many but several,” Harry immediately replied as if there was an important distinction
somewhere between those 2 words.

“Eet’s only been a leetle over a month and Tonks ‘as been sexing ‘ou for almost ‘aalf zat time,”
Fleur ground out between pursed lips. “Hoo and under what circumstances?...”

“Woah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Tonks tried to interject, but she was too late and Harry
was already talking….

“A few days after you and I had sex for the first time, I returned to England for an afternoon, for a
meeting that I’m obligated to attend once a year if I want to continue holding CEO status over the
Black family businesses,” Harry began in a completely deadpan voice………

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“........And with that I’ve once again cut the Black family’s yearly business expenditures down by
half through the use of my off planet resources, Muggle business practices and my ICW contacts…
I’ve saved us all several million Galleons,” Harry drawled in a very bored and unconcerned tone of
voice. “The Black family holdings and businesses are as healthy as ever and they shall remain that
way for the length of time that I am in charge. Now… If you medieval society level bumpkins
would kindly allow me to get back to the real world. I have far more important matters to deal with
outside of this backwards and depressing little island...”

Sitting across the boardroom table, Draco Malfoy nee Black, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, Theodore
Nott nee Black, Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass and Daphne Nott nee Greengrass of the Black
family business board of directors, stared back at Harry as if he had 2 heads.
Harry didn’t give a damn. The meeting was over and the Family businesses were his to run as he
saw fit. They could all go drown in the money that he’d made them for all he cared.

Slowly and without ever uttering a single word, Malfoy and Theodore rose to their feet, and stalked
to the side of the room, all with a somewhat dazed expression upon their normally smug faces. It
never failed to shock the 2 men completely stupid that Harry was such an ingenious businessman
and entrepreneur, and that he kept making them so much damned money. What made what would
normally be a very enviable situation hard on the two men was that Harry took quite literally zero
pride in anything related to his noble lineage, which was the core of what made them feel special as
individuals. For old school, albeit reformed, English blood purists such as Draco and Theodore, it
was a distinctly painful experience to have Harry Potter providing them with such enormous
wealth, while simultaneously disrespecting every single little thing that their wealth was supposed
to represent…

It was… humiliating...

Long story short, for the 4th year in a row, as was becoming their new custom, Draco and
Theodore were about to go to a nearby bar, where they were going to get rip roaring drunk to
“celebrate” their good fortune. At least this year they could find solace in the fact that their
perennially disapproving wives planned to go shopping together instead of watching them nurse
their wounds...

Not even a minute after Harry Potter wrapped up the Black family meeting in such a gloriously
disrespectful manner, Draco and Theodore were meeting their women just outside of the door of
the Diagon Alley rental office, giving them all a few quick nods, and then Apparating the hell out
of there.”

Of course what the 2 men didn’t see happen was the moment when the three ladies turned on the
spot and walked right back into the meeting room.

Due mostly to the fact that the boardroom was paid for in advance and had quite the comfy little
side sitting area, Harry had taken the opportunity to pull out some of the paperwork that he still had
to fill out regarding his various other side ventures and businesses. He was completely swamped at
the moment and he had Fleur to blame… On the other hand, it had to be said that his sexual tension
was currently at an all time low…

Unfortunately, he was just a man so that situation could change on a dime...

When Harry looked up from his paperwork and saw the 3 Black family women reentering and then
locking the door to the boardroom, all while giving him a very familiar series of what they thought
were covert looks, he almost immediately grew hard in his slacks. This was despite the fact that
every single one of his self preservation instincts were screaming the word trap at the top of their
lungs...

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was a tall, curvy to the point of being called thicc, brunette, with the
whole Dita Von Teese burlesque look completely mastered down to the smallest detail. Her black
lace corset was peeking out of the top of her far too low cut cream coloured dress to cup her
generous tits almost high enough to spill out, her lipstick was a very dark cherry colour, and her
legs were fine fishnet stockings all the way down to her almost unnaturally tiny feet. The woman
was Draco’s mother which meant she was at least in her 40s, but in magical society where people
can, and frequently do, look young until they’re well over 100 that wasn’t quite the turnoff that it
would be in Muggle society. The woman was a pale skinned, dark brown eyed, veil hat wearing,
high society muckety muck, and that self importance lent an air of unattainability to her naturally
abundant charm… And she was charming. There could be no doubt about it… The fact that she
was a multi mastery witch and a registered accountant always seemed to come secondary to her
powerful charisma and flouncy sexuality.

Standing on Narcissa’s right was the one girl that absolutely everyone back at Hogwarts wanted to
have like them even though they had no freaking clue what her personality was like. Daphne
Greengrass was a quiet, preppy, reserved, scholastically inclined, “A” lister, with uncompromising
standards that leaned heavily towards the conservative. As a result of her personality, Daphne only
ever ended up associating with a grand total of maybe 5 people in the entire time that she attended
Hogwarts, and all of those people were either in her own house or in Ravenclaw. Point of fact,
Harry had never, not once, not even in the last four years that he’d spent as the CEO of house
Black’s various businesses, heard the woman say a single Godsdamned word… Of course, the
reason that Daphne was popular at Hogwarts despite her unbelievably stoic character was because
of the waves of dirty blonde hair that seemed to cascade forever down her back, her auburn
coloured eyes that seemed to peer directly into your soul, and her ultra tight, ultra high spec, fitness
model body. Case and point, the woman was currently wearing a conservative white blouse and
pants combo, which on paper was a pretty family friendly getup, but because of the way she wore
it so damned tight around the perky curves of her body, Harry almost felt like he could see her
nipples through the thick cotton fabric. Much like her in-law Narcissa, Daphna also had multiple
magical masterys and a business acumen honed by her potion factor father.

The last of the 3 women standing behind the other 2, Astoria Greengrass, was two years younger
than both Harry and her sister… and she was a fucking bitch, plain and simple. She was a short,
mouthy, cunty little bitch that was well suited to being married to someone as rude as Draco. This
was despite the fact that her appearance was completely angelic, with a short and cute body, a
button nose, big doe eyes the colour of milk chocolate, shoulder length reddish brown hair, and an
innocent expression that she’d practiced to the point of absolute perfection. Still… What a bitch. A
common joke back at Hogwarts had been that the best view of Astoria was when she was leaving a
room. This was due to the fact that she was extremely unpleasant the lion’s share of the time, and
the fact that her huge fucking ass was absolutely mesmerizing, especially in contrast to her tiny
little body. Today Astoria was wearing what might have looked like a schoolgirl uniform if such a
thing still existed, with a blue and grey plaid skirt, a short blue blouse and blue knee high length
stockings. And no… Astoria wasn’t also some kind of business marvel or potion master on the
side. She was a vapid, fawning, trophy wife, who married rich and barely graduated Hogwarts…

What a bitch...

Say what you will about Astoria’s personality and lack of education, Harry still couldn't honestly
say that he wasn’t extremely intrigued by the lineup of women standing in front of him.

His instincts still couldn’t stress this next point enough though…. trap.

“Lord Potter, Black,” Narcissa began in a very businesslike tone of voice as she dropped a thick
sealed envelope into the middle of the table. “This is a formal petition to have you removed as the
Lord of the Black family based on the fact that you’re no longer a citizen of Magical England.
Please read it so that you’ll know when the Magical Council meeting will be held.”

“Ummm, no. I’m not going to be able to read that for you,” Harry replied with a small quick shake
of his head.

“What… Why?” Interjected Astoria from the sidelines.

“Chiselled into the the Elderwood vellum contained inside of that envelope is an unbelievably
strong Runic compulsion spell that would have me raping the 3 of you until the sun goes down
even if you screamed for me to stop,” Harry casually explained with his chin resting on the palm of
his left hand.

“What? How? The Runes don’t even contain any magic until they’re revealed,” Astoria choked out
in her state of profound shock.

“Well... I had reason to scan the envelope with a probe of my own magic, owing to the fact that the
3 of you are so unbelievably suspicious,” Harry answered in a tired sounding voice. “All 3 of you
have multiple memory recording, visual recording, sound and magic recording charms cast in and
around your bodies. You all have fingerprint reveal spells on every inch of your skin to show
where and how much I touch you. You have body fluid tracer magics in place inside of your sexes
to verify if my seed is left inside of you. Long story short, you all have a ton of magical sexpionage
happening inside of your bodies, so I thought it… prudent, to check the contents of that envelope
with my magic. It seems to me... the 3 of you wanted to have me arrested for raping you, or far
more likely you wanted to have incontrovertible blackmail material over me...”

“Uh..ohhhhh,” Astoria breathed out as her unintentionally voiced question was very, very
thoroughly answered.

“What… what will you do now,” Narcissa asked in a newly demure tone of voice.

“Nothing,” Harry immediately responded as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I’m
far too strong to ever fall for any of your Most Noble and Ancient Lord-esque backstabbing
chicanery, so all you've done is prove to me once again that your entire social class is a shameless
pack of slavering degenerates. This kind of nonsense is the entire reason why I only come back to
this backwater bullshit country once a fucking year.”

Very suddenly and surprisingly Daphne Greengrass pulled out her wand and pointed it at the
ceiling.

“Wait don…” Narcissa began as she reached out towards her step-daughter’s sister.

“I, Daphne Elaine Greengrass, swear on my magic to tell the truth and nothing but the truth until I
leave this boardroom. So mote it be,” Daphne called out in a crystal clear but unbelievably soft
spoken little voice. Then her ambient magic was bouncing around the entire room as her magical
oath was solidified.

If Daphne Greengrass lied even a little bit while still inside of the boardroom, she would
immediately die...

“Woah,” Harry breathed out, while staring at Daphne as if she were a ticking time bomb. “I suggest
you walk out that door there and then come back inside Mrs. Greengrass.”

“I want your dick, Harry,” Daphne belted out at the top of her lungs which was really just a
somewhat loud indoor voice. “I’ve had the hots for you since I was 13 and I haven’t had sex in
almost 2 years. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can all damned day! And yes the 3 of us were
trying to blackmail you, but you’re making us all enormously wealthy so we have no desire to
interfere with your leadership or business methods. Instead, we just wanted to have you at our beck
and call so that we could enslave you sexually!”

“Enslave me… Well that’s… unkind,” Harry breathed out in his surprise. Daphne did in fact have
a voice, albeit a quiet one, and she was a lot more of a firecracker than he’d ever imagined.

“You’d have grown to appreciate being our sex slave,” Narcissa assured with a confident look on
her face.
“I have sex with Veela on a regular basis,” Harry argued in return.

“Veela straight up refuse to work together,” Astoria interjected with an impish smile on her face.
“We’ve grown to enjoy each other’s company as a result of our marital circumstances…”

“My selfish and self serving husband has landed himself in prison for life,” Narcissa pointed out
with a raised hand.

“Draco’s almost certainly gay,” Astoria sighed out in a tone of long suffering. “Not that I care
mind you, but if he’s determined to get bent over by hordes of random men, the least he could do
is give me permission to do the same.”

“Theodore needs to use 5 different virility potions just to get it up for 20 minutes, and he seems to
resent me for putting him through the trouble,” Daphne added.

“Uhhookay then,” Harry allowed in a nonplussed voice. “Why me though? We’re not close and
this little plan of yours would’ve actually worked on anyone but me…”

“What part of I want your dick do you not understand,” Daphne quietly yelled as she stepped closer
to Harry’s workspace. “You… I want it to be you… I want your dick filling my pussy over and
over and over.”

“Uhhh, hey. You okay Daph,” Astoria asked as she sidled closer to her sister. “You’re not usually
so… unhinged.”

“You should try this whole magical oath thing,” Daphne replied with a manic smile on her face.
“My magic appears to be protecting me by compelling me to recklessly say the whole
unadulterated truth without reservation. Feels good. feels… freeing…”

“We need to get Daphne out of this room,” Narcissa began.

“Naw, I think I want to ride this out,” Daphne immediately replied. “For 5 whole years back in
Hogwarts I wanted to have my way with Harry, but my very sensible brain simply wouldn’t let me.
Now I’m leaking the truth like it’s nothing and I want to see where this goes. I also want Harry to
grab a fistful of my hair, bend me over the boardroom table, and have his way with me over and
over. Oh, and I want him to cum inside of me every single time even though I lied about taking an
anti-conception potion and took a fertility potion instead. You know, it really is just too bad that we
failed to use that Runic array on him. I’d have been knocked up by the end of the afternoon for
surMMMMM!…”

And then Astoria had a hand covering Daphne’s mouth and she was attempting to bodily drag the
girl towards the door. Too bad for Astoria, Daphne was both much taller and fitter than her and she
ended up resisting her efforts with ease.

“Hoookay, I think I see the direction that this particular 3 ring circus is heading in,” Harry sighed
out as he ran a hand back through his hair. “Since I don’t want to ignore the direction that
Daphne’s dangerously obsessive thoughts are leading her, and I can’t easily keep the woman at a
safe distance, here’s what I’m willing to offer... If you ladies all make magical oaths not to give
away or sell any of my confidential information, cast magic on me, Rune enchant me, drug me,
steal from me, blackmail me, take out a hit on me, or do any of the things I just listed to the various
women that I’m romantically involved with, I’ll appoint the 3 of you as my ICW office secretaries
on a part time basis. If necessary, you can even tell your husbands that you asked for the position
so that you can spy on me, and I’ll spoon feed you various interesting but useless intel.”
While Narcissa immediately grinned because she could see where Harry’s line of thinking was
going, Astoria didn’t have a single fucking clue... “And why would we want any variety of part
time job, Harry? We’re already enormously wealthy.”

Harry could only shake his head at how vapid and airheaded the youngest Greengrass really was.
Then he realized that her question was real, and he was expected to really answer it… Sigh...
“Well, it’s like this Astoria… I can’t make any firm promises regarding exactly when, but if I find
you girls making yourselves useful in my extremely well warded and private ICW office suites, I’ll
more than likely find the time to give you the... attention that you desire of me.”

“Waiiit Daph, waiiit! We don’t even know if he’s a good fucker yet,” Astoria called out when
Daphne immediately began pulling out her wand to make the oath. “At least wait until we find out
if he’s as good a lay as he thinks he is!”

“I agree with Astoria even though I already believe the hype,” Narcissa added in an amused tone.
“My sources tell me that Lord Potter does indeed visit the Veela enclave several times a year and
the Veela there fight bitterly over his attention. If Harry is that popular within the enclave then he’s
among the best lovers in the world… period. There can be no doubt…”

“Ohh… Well.. Okay, but…” Astoria began.

“Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you ladies,” Harry interrupted as he released a thick
outpouring of his magic to shake the very air around them all. “I’m not auditioning to be the
solution to your various sexual circumstances. I’m not the one who tried to use a Runic
enchantment to drive someone into an out of control, rapey heat, which I’m still pissed off about
by the way… If any of you want to work under me, then you’re going to need to prove that you’re
worth keeping around.” At the tail end of Harry’s words, a thick wave of magic exploded out from
within his body, destroying the various sexpionage spells layered throughout the ladies’ bodies.

Narcissa and Astoria immediately started shaking at the power and control that Harry had over his
magic. Daphne reacted in a similar fashion except she also dropped to one knee as her limbs lost
strength and her heart beat like a snitch’s wings in her chest.

After easing back a little further into the plush and comfortable chair and a half that he’d taken
residence in, Harry drummed his fingers along the wide padded armrests. “So… What will it be
then ladies? I don’t have any intention of punishing you for your unbelievably foolish actions
today, so this is your last chance to just walk out that door… If you decide to stay, then you’re
admitting you want to become subservient to me for a chance to earn some of my attention…”

After smiling in an amused fashion and giving Harry a wink, Astoria immediately turned on her
heels and started marching towards the door. Then she froze mid step as Daphne cast a silent
Petrificus Totalus spell on her from behind.

“You must forgive my sister my Lord,” Daphne quietly called out as she moved up behind her
sister and drew a hand down the length of her back. “Astoria is completely incapable of being
cooperative, to the point that her marriage agreement with Draco stipulates he cannot make
demands of her. What that means my Lord, is if you want her, you must take her… but look.” With
no hesitation whatsoever, Daphne pulled up the hem of her sister’s skirt to reveal how the globes of
the woman’s incredible bubble butt were swaddling a dripping wet pale blue thong. Astoria’s
arousal was beginning to run down the insides of her thighs as her postage stamp sized thong
simply wasn’t up to the task of absorbing it all. “As you can clearly see my Lord,” Daphne
continued as she cupped her sister’s sex in the palm of her hand. “My sister has been anticipating
having you fuck her silly all morning… Will you not give her what she desired from you? Will you
not show her what she’s been missing in the name of easy wealth and comfort?”
With a small nod of his head and a wave of his hand, Harry had Astoria’s petrified body floating
across the room to observe him from his right side like a statue. Then with another wave of his
hand, he freed the woman’s mouth.

Go fuck yourself,” Astoria immediately panted out in a voice so heavely laden with lust her words
were essentially meaningless.

“Not since I turned 18,” Harry replied in a quiet and sincere tone of voice. “Not when I have
women such as your sister and step-mother ready and willing to earn their place on my dick.”

And just like that, Daphne and Narcissa were both gliding across the room and pushing Harry’s
knees apart so that they could drop to their knees in between his thighs. Without a single spoken
word, the 2 women coordinated perfectly as they unclasped Harry’s belt, unzipped the fly of his
slacks and tugged the cotton material down the length of his thighs. Then Harry’s massive cock
was finally springing free from his tightly constraining boxer briefs and a synchronized trio of
amazed gasps leaked from all 3 of the ladies’ mouths.

Having completely forgotten that she was stripping Harry slowly and sensually, Daphne suddenly
banished all of Harry’s clothing onto the boardroom table and then leaned in towards his cock as if
she was a moth drawn to a flame.

When her sister experimentally tried to wrap her hand around the base of Harry’s gigantic dick,
Astoria found herself flushing red as her breathing quickened and her heart rate elevated. There was
nothing else she could do. Every single inch of her little body was as stiff as a board. Her hands
were stuck at her sides. Her arousal was leaking down her inner thighs almost to her knees. She
was stuck. She was revealed. She was being teased. She was being ignored. She was burning up…
Astoria might have hurled abuse at Harry in a desperate bid to garner his attention, but by now she
knew that it would have the opposite effect. Instead, she was rendered completely speechless as
Narcissa leaned in to give Harry’s cockhead a tentative lick, followed immediately by a much more
hungry kiss.

“Tastes absolutely divine,” Narcissa breathed out into Daphne’s ear as she pulled away to give her
in-law a turn. Then she was leaning to the side to kiss and lick at Harry’s inner thigh, testicles and
shaft and Daphne was attempting to wrap her sweet little mouth around the man’s obscenely
bulbous cockhead. Between the 2 of them, they were able to give Harry’s cock a much wider
spread of attention than they’d ever have achieved alone because neither of them truly believed
they’d be able to deepthroat such an absurd monster of a dick. No… This was a team effort, so it
was to their benefit that they’d grown as… close as they had. Speaking of which…

“Godsdamnit ladies, that’s so fucking sexy,” Harry admitted when Narcissa and Daphna suddenly
began making out with each other with the tip of his dickhead sandwiched firmly between their
twining tongues and relentlessly smacking lips. One of Daphne’s hands moved to fondle at his
right nutsack while the other curled around the base of his shaft. Narcissa’s hands did the same on
his left testicle and the middle of his shaft. Then the two women were jerking his length towards
their passionately kissing mouths and the sight of it was poetry in motion. The girls worked
seamlessly and erotically as a single unit, making it very, very clear just how much time they’d
spent pleasing and being pleased by each other, and Harry’s cock twitched just as much at the
imagery the ladies’ teamwork evoked as the sensation of four plush lips and two slippery tongues
rippling around every inch of his crown. Then Daphne pulled a few inches away, grabbed her
wand and banished Narcissa’s dress to reveal a black lace corset that was fighting desperately to
contain the woman’s massive tits. In an immediate response, Narcissa did the same to Daphne’s
blouse to reveal a set of bright pink lingerie that were barely even necessary to support her
unbelievably perky, supermodel calibre body.
Harry’s cock immediately performed an overly dramatic flip flop in a sudden spike of arousal that
both women noticed and rewarded him for. Soon enough their hands, lips and tongues were
fastened back around the length of his dick again and they were kissing their way up and down his
shaft as if he was a cob of corn that they were sharing.

“Would you look at this,” Harry called out to Astoria, his captive audience, as her two female
companions serviced every inch of his cock and balls with their relentlessly kissing mouths. “Are
you always ignored by these 2 as they please each other, or are you the needy type that gets all
demanding of their attention? I have a hunch that you’re secretly a needy little slut, which would
have to mean you’re feeling it pretty bad right about now…”

“Fuuck… Youuu,” Astoria whimpered, as the wet and soggy material comprising her thong slowly
bunched up and dropped down on one side of her thick vibrating thighs. It was hard to say whether
or not her words were a curse or a promise, because her face was flushed and her smaller breasts
were heaving beneath her ridiculously undersized blouse. The woman was in the thick of it. The
woman’s pussy was dripping more and more arousal onto the floor with every couple of seconds
that passed.

The woman was going to have to wait.

After smiling up at Astoria’s visibly and noticeably lust drunk expression, Harry waved a hand to
magically seal away the woman’s ability to speak. Then he returned his attention to the Noble
Ladies tonguing every inch of his cock and saw them stare up at him in expectation and
excitement. “Yes, yes, you’re both very, very sexy. I’ll give you that. In fact, if you ladies keep
tonguing my cock like that, I’m going to end up cumming all over those gorgeous little faces of
yours. Unfortunately, I’m not in the mood to make a mess of you just yet…” Dropping his hands
into both Daphne and Narcissa hair, Harry slowly drew their noticeably reluctant lips away from
his cock and then snapped his fingers to get their attention in the right places. “Narcissa! Get up,
make a sexy little show of taking off that corset, and then wave those child bearing hips of yours
for my enjoyment.”

“Yes my Lord. Immediately my Lord,” Narcissa purred as she rose up to her feet. Then she was
rubbing and cupping her barely covered tits as she ran her hands down every inch of her tightly
corseted belly in the direction of her black lace panties.

“Daphne,” Harry barked out next. “When Narcissa finally takes me inside of her, she’s going to
need your help because my cock really is unnecessarily huge. When the time is right, lick her pussy
and clit so that she has an easier time getting used to my size. I plan on using magic to make my
cock both shorter and thinner to start with, but I’ll only hold the transformation for so long.”

“Yes my Lord.” Daphne responded after popping her mouth off of the head of Harry’s cock. When
Narcissa had pulled away, the girl had taken her opportunity to make out with Lord Potter’s crown
as if it was the love of her life, to the point that she almost missed the moment when he gave her a
task to accomplish. Now she was all business again and waiting for her time to strike.

With hands that were beginning to tremble in anticipation, Narcissa hooked her thumbs under the
band of her panties and began pushing them down her thick curvy thighs. Then, even as the sheer
material dropped down her long, lithe legs to the floor, she rubbed the laces free of her corset with
nimble and splayed out fingers. Slowly and dramatically, the woman’s corset wrapping dropped to
the floor, revealing that the decorative piece of clothing had been exactly that… decorative. Most
corsets shape the female form into a flattering shape, but with Narcissa it was just a sexy piece of
clothing designed specifically to be taken off. Her body was every inch the devastatingly sexy
hourglass shape that it appeared to be even without anything covering it, with abundant curves in
all of the right places and body type defying tiny little waist.

“My pussy is prepared to take every single inch of you, my Lord,” Narcissa whispered in a throaty
voice, as she dropped her right hand down to her unnaturally tight pussy lips and splayed them
open with her index and middle fingers. Sure enough, as soon as the pale pink lips of her pussy
were pulled aside to reveal the thick contracting pussymeat within, a slippery rivulet of feminine
juices began leaking out to drip all over her fingers and inner thighs. The woman was aroused as all
hell, but she had an extraordinarily well disciplined pussy that had kept all of her juices trapped
inside of her…

“Your face is stunning, your breasts are gorgeous and your pussy is no less than a work of art,
”Harry conceded with a hand on his chin. “Now turn around and show me the ass that managed to
bring you so much wealth and prestige…”

“While I agree that my body is spectacular, my assets aren’t nearly as impressive as how I’ve
learned to use them, my Lord,” Narcissa cooed as she slowly turned around and began waving her
thicc ass and thighs directly in Harry’s face. “For quite a few years now, I’ve been coating the
inner folds of my pussy with a daily course of unbelievably rare and magical Himilayan
steamflower oils. I think you’ll enjoy the effect these very powerful oils have had upon my hungry
little pussy. I’m going to be piping hot to the touch, slippery to the point of absurdity, and elastic
enough to take absolutely anything you have to throw at me. In fact… I’m beginning to think I’ve
been preparing specifically to take this monstrous dick of yours all of my adult life… Please my
Lord… Please don’t make me wait any longer…”

“I have no intention to,” Harry assured, as he closed his eyes, channelled magic throughout his
body and down into his cock. Over the next few seconds, his dick decreased in grandeur until it
was a size and shape that would be far easier to take inside of her. “You have 2 minutes to get this
cock inside of you before it’ll start to grow back to its normal size,” Harry offered in a casual voice.
“Get to it…”

“Yes my Lord. Immediately my Lord,” Narcissa repeated as she sidled backwards between Harry’s
legs, sat her ass down upon his lap and then began rubbing at the still rather impressive cock that
was poking out from between her smooth and creamy thighs. Spitting into her hands, she lathered it
up from crown to base, and then rose back off of Harry’s lap to position his throbbing cockhead
against her continuously clenching pussy lips. “Ooohhh my Loooorrrd,’ She groaned out as she
slowly, ever so slowly split her pussy open around the flared out head of his dick. Then she was
slowly waving her ass back and forth as she dropped inch after inch, taking the man deeper and
deeper within her heated, soaking wet and wriggling depths. Within a single minute of
unbelievably sexy grinding, Narcissa Malfoy managed to take all of Harry’s reduced cock deep
into the clenching depths of her pussy, and she sighed happily as she pressed her back against the
hard planes of Harry’s muscular body. Then she suddenly released a gasp of surprise as she
realized that the man beneath her was already managing to stretch her walls far more than she was
used to and his crown was pressing persistently against the entrance to her womb... That was the
moment when she fully realized just what was about to happen inside of her already jam packed,
magically maintained little pussy, and her mouth dropped open to release a whimper of both
runaway arousal and trepidation.

It’s time Daphne,” Harry ordered, even as he brought his hands up to Narcissa’s tits to grope at the
woman’s generous bust. As he pinched at her nipples, he began running a low current of powerful
but slow acting healing spells into the nerve clusters contained within them both because it would
feel good and because he was about to repair her body in real time even as he stretched her. Then
Daphne was licking and sucking on Narcissa’s clit from her spot on the floor between his legs, and
Harry felt the woman currently impaled upon his dick start shaking and shivering in a nearly cum
spilling amount of growing excitement.

“3, 2, 1,” Harry breathed out, as the time of his size reduction spell finally elapsed and his cock
slowly but surely began returning to its original size. “Remember this moment Lady Malfoy,”
Harry demanded, cupping the woman’s chin in a strong grip to whisper directly into her ear.
“Remember the moment when you became one of my cock warmers. Remember the moment when
you became a Potter family sex slave as well as my personal secretary.” Along with every word
that he said, Harry released a powerful current of raw magic through the flesh of his dick in order
to underscore the importance of what he was saying with a powerful jolt of indescribable sensation.

“Yes, yess, yesss, I’ll never, I’ll never forget. I’ll never, ever forget,” Narcissa moaned, spilling
pussy juices all over Daphne’s licking tongue as she somehow managed to orgasm all through the
overwhelming stretching that her pussy was undertaking. Her pussylips and walls, the entrance to
her womb, even her womb itself, her everything was expanding outwards to fit her new lord and
master. Her insides were being remade and remodelled to take a lover the likes of which she’d
never dreamed she’d get to experience. The feeling of her breasts being mauled in the man’s hands
and her sensitive little nipples being squeezed between his electrically charged fingers combined
with the feeling of his cock rubbing insistently against her every weak spot and ultra-sensitive fold.
It was too much. It was too hot. Narcissa was panting. She was groaning. She was twitching. She
was slapping her hands down against the armrests in frantic and spastic movements. She was
cumming. She was cumming hard. She was cumming a lot. She was grinding her ass back against
Harry’s lap as hard as she could so that she could experience as much of that stretching sensation
as possible. She was tensing up her core muscles as hard as she could in order to make the wet
squelching noises that they were making even louder and more perverse. She was a woman out of
control. She was a woman actively seeking to destroy her expensively maintained pussy upon a
superior alpha cock. She was becoming a true sexual deviant. Then she began feeling an insistent
pressure down by her navel that was growing more intense by the second, and her eyes dilated
wide at what she saw happening in her belly. A bump. There was a bump growing in her tummy,
above her navel where her womb resides. This was absolute proof. It was official. She was
completely full to capacity. She was impaled like a sock puppet around every inch of Lord Potter’s
cock.

“Gods, Goddesses and Spirits above. So, so full, so hot, soooo amaziiiinng,” Narcissa moaned
towards the ceiling as her head rocked back to rest atop Lord Potter’s shoulder and her hands
rubbed against her cock dented tummy. “Are you seeing this Daph,” she mewled out in a nearly
delirious voice as she continued to grind her ass back against Harry’s thighs. “Are you seeing the
absolute ruination of my pussy?”

“Yes Cissy,” Daphne replied after pulling her tongue away from Narcissa’s clit to tongue Harry’s
heavy, magnificent balls in the palms of her hands. “You’re destroying your pussy for anyone but
our new Lord. All is as it should be...”

With the compulsion to tell the absolute truth lending credibility to Daphne’s words, both Harry
and Narcissa shivered and her pussy tightened up like a fist around the entire length of his shaft.
Then Harry was wrapping his arms tightly around the woman’s waist and lifting her up the shaft of
his tightly imbedded cock in a slow, long and undeniable movement that had her babbling her
pleasure into the skin of his neck and shoulder.

“Oh, Oh Gods no. Oh Gods yes. Oh Goddesses help me. I’m done. I’m dying. Please put it back,
please keep it inside of me. Gonna get pulled inside out. I’m going to diiieee….”

When Harry suddenly released his arms from around his newest lover’s waist, it was with her pussy
lips tightly wrapped around the flared out head of his dick. Of course, Narcissa couldn’t even begin
to muster up the strength to support herself, so her pussy ended up slowly and loudly squelching
back down the entire length of the monster dick, stretching her lips once again into a completely
absurd capital “O”, and reducing the woman into a babbling mess of waving hands and half formed
thoughts.

“Oh Gods, Oh Goddesses. How, how can I? I can’t even,” Narcissa gasped out, slapping her hands
down into the flesh of her own thighs as she began to realize just how out of her depth she really
was and how hard fucked she was about to become. Harry Potter had barely given her two pumps
of his absurdly powerful dick, and she was already seeing stars and shivering from top to bottom in
a body rocking, mind melting series of orgasms… Popular with the Veela on the enclave indeed…
Narcissa drew in a very deep breath and sought out every scrap of stamina that she contained. She
committed herself to proving that she could take whatever Harry Potter had to give her...

Even if it ruined her as anything but a soggy, steaming and twitching hole for Lord Potter to drain
the contents of his enormous, hanging balls into…

Goddesses...

From down between Harry and Narcissa’s legs, Daphne shivered at the mess that Lord Potter was
currently making of their very smooth, very calm and almost aggravatingly polished step-mother.
Then she looked up into Astoria’s face and saw that she wasn’t the only person to have noticed
Narcissa’s sudden loss of self-control. Her little sister was becoming more and more red faced,
flushed, and covered in goosebumps, as she shivered and shuddered amidst an ever growing puddle
of pussy juices. The girl was in the thick of it. The girl was suffering the teasing of a lifetime
without a single outlet to find any relief. Thankfully for Daphne, she had something to do that she
could pour her entire focus into. Without a second thought she returned her mouth around Harry
Potter’s testicles, giving them lavish amounts of attention with both her lips and her tongue.

With a happy smile on his face in response to the attention that both his cock and balls were
receiving and with hands that were roaming Narcissa’s thighs, stomach and tits, Harry once again
lifted the woman back up the length of his dick until her pussylips were just barely grasping onto
his flared out cockhead. Unlike the time before however, he immediately pulled the woman right
back down the length of his dick in one fell swoop without any warning whatsoever and firmly
thumped his crown against the entrance to her womb. Then he wasn’t the least bit surprised when
the woman released a strained little whimper followed by a long and explosive moan, and her
pussy began leaking copious juices all over his shaft and balls. What he was surprised about was
the fact that Narcissa continued to grind her wonderfully fluffy ass back against his lap and rub her
trembling hands up and down the length of his thighs. This indicated that she wanted to try to be
more for him than a human sex toy that he could scrub up and down the length of his cock.
Good… This was good. Narcissa had promise. She had potential. Pulling the woman’s red flushed
face towards his own by her chin, Harry kissed the woman hard, dominating her mouth with his
tongue, and then he pulled an inch away to stare into her newly swimming eyes. “Your pussy is
just as good as you said it’d be, Lady Malfoy. I’m quite pleased with how hot and wet you are…
Now let’s see if your pussy is as elastic as you claimed it would be. Lift that ass of yours up the
length of my cock. I want to see you riding me. I want to see if you have what it takes.”

“Will ride… Will show you,” Narcissa panted out as she drew her hands up the length of Harry’s
thighs to plant them on the armrests at her sides. Then she was dragging her thick, meaty, shaking
and shuddering pussylips up the length of his cock as if her body weighed a million pounds so that
she could slam her ass back down into his lap again at near terminal velocity. Her round beautiful
ass rebounded off of his lap along with a loud slap, a perverse jiggle and a throaty, broken moan
that echoed all around the room. The next time Narcissa started lifting herself back up the length of
his dick, the shaking of her body was even more pronounced and the contractions of her pussy
against his length were nearly doubled in intensity. The woman had very impressive willpower
though. She never allowed herself to slow down for even a second. While it was obvious that
Narcissa’s pussy was being rendered into a smoldering wreck of overstimulated and oversensitive
nerves, it was equally obvious that she was determined to continue riding his fat fucking cock.

Harry greatly approved, and he demonstrated his enthusiasm by playfully slapping Narcissa’s right
ass cheek, leaving a red handprint across her smooth pearly white skin. “That’s the stuff, Lady
Malfoy,” he cheered in a legitimately impressed sounding voice. “Ride that dick. Demonstrate for
me how a Noblewoman of superior breeding milks her husband’s seed.”

At the mention of milking seed, Narcissa’s eyes suddenly widened and her pupils dilated wide.
While she’d definitely taken an anti-conception potion in preparation for this afternoon, Daphne’s
words from earlier were resounding in the back of her head over and over like a mantra. “Knocked
up by the end of the afternoon”… Gods… Just the thought of it… So wrong… So indecent…
Soooo hot… If today wasn’t going to be the last time that they did this with Lord Potter, and she
had no intention of allowing it to be. Then she would get another chance. She would prove her
worth. She would prove her value. She would stop taking the potion. She would conceive a child
with the Lord Harry Potter, Black…

With that wildly taboo decision solidified in her subconscious and encroaching more upon her
waking mind with every single moment that passed, Narcissa’s riding motions slowly but surely
picked up in both speed and intensity, until finally she was humping her molten hot and twitching
pussy down against the base of Harry’s cock like a madwoman. She gasped and she panted and she
moaned and she whimpered as her core was stretched and the entrance to her womb was thumped
over and over again, but she continued to twerk her thicc hips and ass down upon the Potter dick
with everything that she had. Then, in a move that surprised even her, Narcissa suddenly rose up
until Harry’s cock was just barely within her, turned around, straddled his waist, impaled herself
back down upon his entire length with her tits pancaked into his chest, and kissed the man hard on
the mouth with everything she had. Then her efforts almost immediately backfired on her. Harry
Potter was far too beautiful to look upon. Even with how Daphne had been licking at her clit, her
stamina had been much better off when she was looking away from the man, because now she was
staring into his unbelievably complex and soulful emerald green eyes and his all too handsome
face, and she felt her pussy tightening up into an imminent and undeniable orgasm. “My… My
Lord,” she whimpered as she peppered Harry’s face and neck with wet open mouthed kisses and
felt his fingers digging deep into the globes of her rapidly bouncing ass. “Please… Please give it to
me… I.. I won’t last much longer, but… I need it. I need it inside of me… I need it more than
anything...”

“Answer me this question first, Lady Malfoy,” Harry growled directly into the skin of Narcissa’s
neck. “Did you really believe that Daphne’s little Rune enchantment would work against the likes
of me? As he spoke, Harry grabbed the woman tightly and began forcing her pussy up and down
the length of his shaft in long, wet and obscenely loud thrusts that repeatedly pressed the entrance
to the woman’s womb directly against the very tip of his cock. It was a message of sorts. The very
first variety of body language. Narcissa would get the cream filling that she wanted so badly, but
she had to be completely honest with him first.

“Not even for a second,” Narcissa finally whimpered after a very long moment passed where her
lips formed a gaping “O” against the skin of Harry’s neck, and her trembling arms wrapped around
his back to clutch desperately at his shoulders. “My resources… They.. they follow your exploits.
I… I know better than most just how… fuck… how absurdly strong you are… Gasp!... On the
other haand, I’ve also le..learned how you operate... Whenever possible, you use a mixture of
bribery, tender traps and loyalty oaths to bring female enemies to your side. I… I want to be tender
trapped my Lord... I want you to spoil me rotten!” Along with this last exclamation, Narcissa
curled her hands around the back of Harry’s head, bit into his bottom lip and stared meaningfully
down into his eyes. She’d meant every single word of what she’d just said. She wanted him to scan
her thoughts. She wanted him to see it for himself… Then he suddenly did believe her and she saw
the realization in his eyes.

“I’ve been dancing on the palm of your hand this whole entire time,” Harry whispered in a truly
impressed tone of voice. “So amazing...” With a grin and another slap to the unblemished side of
Narcissa’s thicc fucking ass, Harry kissed the the devilishly ingenious woman hard on the mouth
and then started pumping her up and down the length of his cock with much more energy and
intent. He also pressed his face in between the woman’s gigantic tits to suck on her rock hard pink
and pebbled nipples, displaying a level of enthusiasm that he’d been holding back. “Rest assured,
Lady Malfoy. I’m going to make excellent use of this unbelievably generous body of yours. Oh,
I’m going to run you completely ragged.”

“Yes, yes please! Yes please use me as you see fit, my Lord,” Narcissa called out as her body began
twitching and trembling again, and a wave of electric sensation started bubbling out of her core to
pulse through the unbelievably overstimulated folds of her pussy. “Use my body, use my pussy, use
my womb! Drain that hippogriff cock of yours deep inside of my conniving whore body! Force me
to be obedient! Force me to serve! Make me yours!” After wrapping both her arms and legs tightly
around Harry’s back, Narcissa desperately humped herself down upon his cock with every scrap of
coordination that her shaking body had to offer. She couldn’t hold it off anymore. She couldn’t
resist the pull. She was cumming again. She was cumming so hard her mind was experiencing a
whiteout.

From her spot between Harry’s legs and under Narcissa’s beautifully bouncing ass, Daphne found
herself waiting eagerly for Lord Potter to cum so that she could catch whatever leaked out of their
joining on her tongue and into her mouth.

The woman clearly had no idea just how much cum Harry was about to release.

Harry had no intention of informing her…

With a short feral growl followed by a low grunt of release, Harry rooted Narcissa’s pussy down
upon his cock by the meat of her thighs and then started cumming balls deep inside of her with
everything that he had. With an immediacy that Harry had learned to expect whenever he had sex
with so called “Normal” witches, Narcissa immediately started keening like a boiling over tea
kettle and shaking like a leaf in a storm. Harry’s unbelievably voluminous cumloads were
exploding out of his cockhead, where they were slamming against the tiny entrance to her womb
like shots from a water cannon. Then, just a split second later, he wasn’t all that surprised when
Narcissa’s head rocked back and she started screaming towards the ceiling. By now she’d be
feeling it happen. She’d be feeling how the deepest most sacred depths of her pussy were
expanding outwards, when the cum building against her cervix had only 1 place left to go… her
womb. Within just the first 2 seconds of Harry’s orgasm, the magically bolstered and unnaturally
thick tidal wave of cum being released inside of Narcissa was already being forced to flush much
deeper within her most fertile depths by the unnaturally wide and girthy cockhead that was
plugging up her entire channel. As more and more time passed and Harry was nowhere near
finished cumming yet, the ever increasing amount of semen continued to expand the walls of
Narcissa’s pussy even as the mass of it grew more and more dense with bottled up pressure. Then,
finally, when Narcissa’s pussy could no longer stretch to contain it all, the seed shot down the
length of Harry’s massive plug of a cock to explode out of her tightly sealed pussylips at extremely
high speeds.

And that was the moment when Harry’s cum was launched out of Narcissa’s tightly clenching
pussy to splash all over every inch of Daphne Nott’s eagerly waiting face.

At first Daphne unconsciously reeled back as her forehead cheeks and chin were painted a pearly
white that dripped down her neck to cover her shoulder-blades and tits. Then her eyes contracted to
the size of pinpricks as her brain completely shut down, and her trembling hands slowly dragged
up the length of her newly cum covered body. Soon enough the woman had snapped out of her
shock in order to actively shower herself in Harry’s cum, with her face just inches from his balls
and her hands busy at work dragging wave after sticky wave of cum up to her wide open and
eagerly awaiting mouth. Over and over, she stuffed her fingers knuckles deep into her mouth and
then licked her palms clean as more and more cum squirted out to cover her face and drool down
onto her conveniently high and perky tits. Daphne wasn’t surprised in the least when she felt her
pussy start to shiver and contract over nothing but empty air or when she dripped desperate juices
down onto the marble floor of the boardroom. She was burning up. She was a needy bitch. She was
losing her godsdamned mind with lust...

Narcissa was losing her mind for completely different reasons...

“Oh… Oh my Lord… Oh my Lord how?... How do you?… How are you?… My pussy… My
womb… Is the potion going to be enough?... Is any amount of potion enough?... Gods,
Goddesses… You’re such a maaannn,” Narcissa moaned, squeaked and whimpered as her pussy
experienced the breeding of a lifetime and was painted the brilliant white frothy color of Harry
Potter’s seed. For the last 20-25 seconds of Harry’s orgasm, she managed to root her leaking pussy
insistently on the base of his cock over and over again, because the feeling of being inseminated by
the strongest wizard in the entire world was euphoric, it was blissful, it was primal satisfaction at
its absolute best.. Then, finally, her massively overwhelmed nervous system started giving her
signals that she’d pushed herself way too far and her eyelids started fluttering over glassy and
vacant eyes. With all of the energy that she had remaining, she draped herself forward around
Harry’s shoulders and sloppily kissed at his neck as she found herself falling into a languid, almost
incoherent daze. She was fucked silly. She was fucked rotten. She was never going to give this
up… Never... Then Narcissa felt Harry’s cock slowly getting smaller inside of her and at first she
thought that he was losing his arousal post orgasm. She was wrong. A few moments later, when
his cock finished changing shape but remained as hard as steel, it became apparent that Harry had
merely reduced his size to something that a normal person would consider large…

The man was moving on to Daphne. He was nowhere near finished...

Gods… Goddesses… Harry Potter wasn’t even human…

With gentle but implaccable strength, Harry lifted Narcissa’s nearly comatose body up off of his
cock, rose to his feet and then placed the delirious woman down on the chair. Then, after deciding
to continue ignoring the cunty little bitch currently petrified on his right hand side, he turned to
face his dangerously unhinged superfan instead, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find her
exactly where he’d left her. Daphne Nott seemed perfectly happy to remain on her knees, where she
was licking her lips to clean up the remainder of the cum that he’d just covered her in.

Stepping in the woman’s direction, Harry dropped his still hard but reduced cock down upon the
woman’s forehead in an unspoken command. Without a word or even a single moment's hesitation,
Daphne took as much of his dick as she could handle into her desperately hungry mouth to get at
all of the cum that was still lingering on his flesh. Even at a reduced size, the woman wheezed and
gagged as she stuffed a little over ⅔ of his cock down her untrained little throat, but it had to be said
that her chipmunked out cheeks mixed with the determined set to her features was just a little bit
adorable...
“You’re very well behaved for a dangerously obsessive stalker,” Harry pointed out as he dropped
his hands into Daphne’s hair and slowly pulled her lips off of his cock.

“Well behaved for you,” Daphne breathed out as soon as she had the air available to do so.
“Obedient, servile, dedicated, useful. Let me have my way with your body, my Lord, and I’ll do
almost anything...”

“What kinks or character elements should I keep in mind when I fuck your sister?” Harry stared
down into Daphne’s eyes as he asked the question because he wanted her to understand that he
demanded absolute obedience. Sure enough, Daphne’s eyes immediately widened and she began
mentally cataloguing everything that she knew about her sister.

“Our father was a very, very busy Potion Master,” Daphne began in an eager tone. “In order to get
my father’s attention I became a Potion Mistress as well. Astoria… She merely acted like a needy
little girl when our father was around as if she never grew older than 7 years old, and it worked. He
would cater to her whims. Then, as we grew older, the behaviour kind of stuck and I’ve noticed
lately that it’s been incorporated into her sexuality. Astoria has a secret daddy fixation… a big
one… and an age regression kink a mile long…”

Turning aside to look at Astoria, Harry saw that the woman’s face was about as red as a human’s
can get without passing the fuck out, and her eyes were boring twin holes into her sister’s head like
a pair of laserbeams.

Well… He couldn’t allow that unfairness to continue...

“Rather than having a temper tantrum at your elder sister, I think it's far more appropriate to get
angry at me for asking Daphne that question,”Harry pointed out as he stepped up to the
immobilized young women. “On the other hand, you should probably be grateful that I’m taking
an interest in a little brat such as yourself in the first place. I remember very clearly how terribly
you used to behave back at Hogwarts, as well as how you sported that “Die Potter Die” pin all year
when I was a TriWizard Champion…”

With an amused smile on his face that made it clear that he wasn’t actually upset, Harry walked a
slow circle around Astoria’s immobilized body. As he moved, he ran a finger along the baby
smooth skin of her stomach and arms, releasing tendrils of raw magic into the woman’s skin that
elicited uncontrollable shivers and left goosebumps in its wake. He also made sure to take special
notice of the small puddle of arousal that was dripping from the woman’s completely soaked
through thong, as if Astoria were a poorly trained puppy that he was going to have to clean up after.
30 seconds later, when he finally arrived in front Astoria again and was staring the woman in the
eyes from merely a foot away, Harry waved a hand down at her body and all of her clothing shrank
to about half their original size. Very suddenly, Astoria’s schoolgirl-esque outfit looked like
nothing more than completely shameless fetish fuel, as her too small blouse barely concealed her
nipples, and her far too short skirt flared out to reveal the bottom half of her enormous bubble butt.
With all of that accomplished, Harry waved his hand at Astoria’s face unsealing the woman’s
ability to speak.

“You’re not my father,” Astoria immediately called out along with a growl of unconcealed outrage.
“I will never call you father!”

“No… No, having you call me father would be both sick and wrong,” Harry agreed with a small
gentle slap to the young woman’s cheek. “Instead, if you want me to give you any attention
whatsoever, you’re going to have to call me... Daddy…”

In an immediate and rather revealing reaction, Astoria shivered from head to toe and her pupils
dilated wide enough to nearly cover her irises. Other than that though… She didn’t say a word. She
shook and her mouth gaped open to allow her newly haggard breathing, but she didn’t respond at
all…

“Just so long as we’re understood,” Harry whispered to the younger woman, leaning nice and close
as he drew his hand down the side of Astoria’s face to her neck. Then he suddenly drew his hand
away and began turning back towards Daphne...

“Daddy!”

Harry managed to conceal the scoff that wanted to explode out of his mouth as he slowly turned
back towards the youngest Greengrass and saw that she was staring at him with a look of
unconcealed desperation upon her face… Her elder sister had her completely figured out to the
point that this was like shooting fish in a barrel. Speaking of which…

“Daphne,” Harry barked out in a commanding tone.

“Yes, my Lord,” Daphne replied as she suddenly materialized at Harry’s side.

“Retrieve your sister’s wand, conjure some velvet rope to tie around her hands and then unpetrify
her body,” Harry demanded in a calm but authoritative voice. “ I have some much overdue
disciplining to do, and I don’t want this foolish little girl to get any ideas while I administer it…”

“Yes, my Lord. Right away, my Lord,” Daphne breathed out as she moved to her sister’s side,
removed her wand, and then freed the woman’s arms only so that they could be tied together in
front of her body.

After moving back to Astoria’s side to look down into the much shorter woman’s lust filled eyes,
Harry dropped his hands down to the velvet rope holding her hands together and then slowly drew
her across the room… Without ever saying a word, Harry took a seat in the room’s only couch and
then drew Astoria’s body down atop his lap on her belly. “Do you know what I’m about to do to
you Astoria?”

“You’re… about to... spank me...” Astoria panted out as her face flushed, her back arched like a
cat’s, and her tied together hands fisted into the material of the couch.

“Do you know why,” Harry asked as he ran his hand up one of Astoria’s knee length stockings and
then slowly up the unbelievably soft flesh of her inner thigh.

“Be..because I’ma… baaad girl... '' Astoria slowly admitted in a shaky, higher pitched and
somewhat cutesy little voice…

Even as Harry sat there, the 24 year old woman on his lap appeared to be regressing in age in order
to assume the role that her sister had hinted at.

This was really something special… This level of perversion had to deserve a reward of some
kind...

waving Daphne over, Harry gestured down at her sister’s newly wiggling ass and squirming thighs.
“While I do have to punish this little brat for all of her misdeeds back in school, I’ll leave it to you
to reward her for whatever good behaviour she’s managed in the years since. Show me how you
girls find comfort in each other… Show me what you meant by... teamwork…”

“Yes, my Lord,” Daphne replied with a smile, as she slid in under Astoria’s legs on the couch.
Then she was reaching up between her sister’s thighs, drawing aside her completely ruined thong
with a single deft movement of her finger and rubbing her fingers along the folds of her pussy up to
her clit in gentle but insistent side to side movements.

“Ooooooooh Gods,” Astoria breathed out as her sister rubbed at her desperately hot and needy little
pussy and Lord Potter himself cupped both of her ass cheeks with his hands.

Then it happened.

Slap!

Astoria’s disproportionately huge ghetto booty jiggled wildly back and forth as Harry dropped a
medium strength flat palmed slap onto the meat of her left ass cheek. “Bad girl,” he growled out as
he stared down into the woman’s newly shaking eyes. The entire time they did this Daphne played
her part perfectly by rubbing her sister’s soaking wet and twitching pussy lips even harder and
focusing more insistently on her swollen little clit. Then Harry was dropping a second slap onto
Astoria’s right ass cheek, eliciting a small juvenile whimper to leak from the girl’s lips and copious
pussy juices to drip from between her thighs.

For the next minute and a half, Harry alternated rubbing, cupping, groping and slapping Astoria’s
ultra beautiful and eye catching bubble butt, and by the end of it, the youngest Greengrass looked
like she was just seconds away from gushing all over the both of them.

Couldn’t have that now… Not without the timing being juuuust right…

“Do you think you’ve been punished enough baby girl,” Harry whispered into Astoria’s ear in a
much gentler tone of voice than he’d used at any point up until now.

“Yess, yesss… I’ma good giirl noow. I’m a good girl for yoouu,” Astoria slurred out into the fabric
of the couch as her body vibrated from top to bottom and her pussy clenched against Daphne’s idly
probing fingers.

“Very good…,” Harry conceded in a very pleased sounding voice. “Daphne, I want you to lay on
your back on the couch. I’m going to have young Astoria lay on top of you so that you can hug
each other.” Harry gave the dirty blonde sitting beside him a very meaningful look, causing her
eyes to immediately widen and then her body to begin moving in almost impossibly efficient ways.
Within no time at all, Harry was up on his feet and Daphne was on her back on the couch, where
she was hugging Astoria’s face into the cleavage of her breasts and wrapping her legs around the
young woman’s back. Both Daphne and Astoria’s newly uncovered pussies were wide open for
Harry’s viewing pleasure exactly as he’d intended, which of course meant that Daphne really was a
very capable and useful young witch…

It was something to keep in in mind for later… At the moment, Harry had bigger, more important
things to focus on…

Dropping to his knees on the couch behind the two overexcited young Ladies, Harry sidled up in
between their wide open legs and then leaned over Astoria’s newly naked upper body to look down
into Daphne’s half wild and expectant eyes. “I’m going to release a soapy water spell inside of your
pussy Daphne. We just spent 5 minutes getting little Tori here ready for her reward, but you still
need some priming.”

“I’m nearly a hundred percent certain I’ll be able to take every single inch of your cock with very
little trouble because I have never, ever been more aroused in my whole entire life,” Daphne
immediately admitted.
“Look, just, be a good girl like your cutiepie of a little sister,” Harry breathed out as he gently
tugged at one of Astoria’s newly braided pigtails. Then he was rising above a feverishly shivering
Astoria, to rub his hands up under the microskirt that was her only remaining piece of clothing, and
drop his fingers knuckle deep into the glorious globes that made up her mouth watering, body type
defying, absolutely astonishing, bubble butt. Even as he worshipped the young lady’s fantastically
enormous ass, a globe of water began to grow in the air near Daphne’s pussy, where it began
circling and spinning and then rubbing against her pussy folds and clit. Soon enough, Daphne was
beginning to pant, moan and whimper right along with her hyper aroused younger sister and the
water enchantment hadn’t even properly entered her yet.

Very good… It was time...

“Within 20 seconds of me hilting myself inside of you, my cock is going to start returning to its
normal size,” Harry warned Astoria as he rubbed the head of his dick against the woman’s pussy
folds and clit.

“I pwomise to be a weally, weally good girl for you daddy,” Astoria purred in the voice of a
pornstar acting like a 7 year old, while waving her ass back and forth against his dickhead. “I
pwomise to take evewy seengle inch of your monster dick inside of me and then squeeeeeeze it as
haawwd as I can. Please give me my weward now daddy… Please give me what a gwowing girl
neeeeeds….”

Well… Fuck… Harry was just a man… There was no denying that kind of request...

With an enthusiastic growl and a slow but insistent forward thrust, Harry began burying himself
into the smallest Lady present in the room, only to find that all of their efforts had been well worth
their time as she was more than wet enough to begin taking his cock. Oh she was tight. She was
sooo fucking tight, it was almost as if she was a legitimate virgin. On the other hand, Astoria was
teased into such an absurd level of high arousal, she started cumming almost the second he began
penetrating her and she didn’t stop until long after he hilted himself balls deep inside of her. She
gasped in surprise when his cockhead suddenly split open her pussylips, then she trembled from
top to bottom when his flared out crown began gouging out her insides and her pussylips snapped
elastic tight to drag along his shaft. She whimpered as he drove more and more of his cock deeper
and deeper within her unbelievably tight, hot and slippery depths, and the contracting meat that
made up her core fluttered insistently around every inch that he fed her. Around the time Harry was
almost halfway inside of the woman, a wave of extremely intense twitching and trembling seemed
to radiate out from deeper within Astoria’s pussy, rocking her entire body, bowing her back to
wave her ass further up in the air, and forcing a long, loud and warbling moan out of the girl’s lips
directly into the flesh of her older sister’s tits.

In response to the youngest Greengrass’s maybe not so surprising orgasm, and the lubrication that
flooded her pussy as a result, Harry slammed his reduced cock home into Astoria’s pussy with
authority, buried his hands back into the abundant meat of her gigantic ass, and smiled towards the
ceiling in accomplishment… Now there was only one thing left to navigate… The countdown had
begun. 20 seconds and counting until his cock grew back to its original size. In preparation for the
stretching that Astoria was about to go through, Harry began channelling raw magic out through
every single inch of his dick and casting hundreds of slow acting healing charms on her body to
ease the process along.

With eyes that were glazing over with unfulfilled lust and a mouth that was hanging open in an
adorable little “o”, courtesy of the teasing water charm that was currently expanding and
contracting within her tight little pussy, Daphne still managed to be there for her younger sister in
her time of need. As her sister came herself stupid around Harry’s recently hilted dick, she wrapped
her legs tighter around the smaller girl’s tiny lower back, rubbed at her shoulders with movements
full of tender loving care and kissed at the top of her tightly braided head. Then her hand snaked
down the length of her sister’s body towards her pussy so that she could start rubbing and playing
with the girl’s little bead of a clit. In an immediate reaction, Astoria began whimpering and
shivering and her mouth opened to suck one of Daphne’s pink and pebbled nipples into her talented
little mouth.

Of course, Daphne’s forethought and consideration paid off just 10 seconds later, when Harry’s
cock started returning to its normal size and Astoria’s unbelievably overstimulated pussy was
much more capable of taking what was happening to it.

“Oh daddy, daddy! You’re stwetching me daddy. You’re bweaking my lil pussy awound your big
fat daddy dick! I’m definitely going to be your good lil girl now. It's all I can be nooooww,”
Astoria moaned directly into Daphne’s tits as she persistently pushed her ass back against Harry’s
waist to stay rooted on his cock. It was growing. The fucking thing was still growing inside of her!
Then Astoria felt it happening and her eyes immediately contracted into tiny little points. Her
belly… She felt an indescribable pressure deeep within her belly. Just like she saw happen with
Narcissa… After a single moment where she was hesitant to even look, Astoria’s eyes slowly
tracked down and then widened to the size of saucers at what she found. The dent. That same
fucking dick dent that had graced Narcissa’s abnormally perfect stomach was now growing into
prominence inside of her deepest most sacred depths. Her womb. Her poor defenceless lil womb. It
was being bullied by Lord Potter’s monstrous fucking cock. It was being pushed around by the
most powerful and dominant man on the face of the planet. Her Lord, her Master, her new
Daddy… Fuuuuck!...

When the childlike affectation that Astoria was making suddenly became far more convincing in
its manic intensity, Harry arched an eyebrow but decided to wait a few seconds longer before he
moved. His cock was just now reaching its full size within the woman and he didn’t yet know how
her tiny little body was going to react to it all. That’s why he was surprised when the current Lady
Malfoy suddenly started clapping her huge beautiful ass cheeks back against his waist like a
woman possessed while whimpering and moaning in a childlike little voice.

Just like Narcissa… Astoria had some serious potential…

Oh daddy, fuck, daddy! You’re fucking my womb daddy! You’re bullying my lil eggs right whewe
they live daddy,” Astoria moaned, as she completed a lookback to stare Harry right in the eyes,
dragged a wet little tongue along both her top and bottom lip, and redoubled the entensity that she
was humping her pussy back against his dick. “You’re stwetching me sooo much daddy! My lil
pussy’s neva going to be the saaame! “I’m wuined, I’m bwoken! Please don’t eva stop feeding this
good lil girl your fat fucking cooock! It’s all I’m weally good fow nooow!”

As Astoria’s well executed character caused a hard spike of surprise arousal to hit Harry all the
way from left field, he suddenly collapsed down on top of the woman’s back, ground his cock balls
deep inside of her twitching little pussy, and then whispered directly into her ear. “You’re not going
anywhere little Tori… You’re one of mine now. You’re one of my obedient little cockwarmers.
Prepare to get spread open and filled with cum by daddy’s massive dick for over a hundred fucking
years... “ Then Harry was rising back up to his knees, but not without taking a hold of Astoria’s
twin pigtails and pulling her back to grind her ass against his waist.

If there was a single problem with Astoria nee Greengrass’s sex, it would have to be that her pussy
was on a hair trigger… No more than 50 seconds after Harry finally started fucking the current
Lady Malfoy in earnest, the woman was already spilling pussy juices all over his cock and balls,
shaking from head to toe like a leaf in a tornado and moaning like the horniest of club sluts. Then
she just didn’t stop… Harry pulled the wamans’ beautiful fucking ass to clap and slap against his
waist and it was a marvel to behold, but the woman on the end of his dick continued to twitch and
moan and spill juices all over the couch to the point he thought he might end up doing her some
permanent damage.

Then he remembered that he’d stacked the Greengrass sisters like pancakes in a diner.

“I’m about to switch over to fucking you Daphne, and I’m only going to reduce the size of my dick
for 15 seconds at the most,” Harry called out as he continued smashing his hips into Astoria’s
glorious ass and thumping his cockhead against her furiously trembling womb. “I’m assuming
you're good to go?”

“I’m feeling dangerously unhinged because of the teasing my pussy is taking, and I’m jealous of
my sister nearly to the point of violence, so I think it’s for the best that you start fucking me as
soon as physically possible,” Daphne summarized in a candid but manic tone of voice.

“You really are one sick fucking puppy aren’t you,” Harry grunted as he slowly pulled his cock out
of Astoria’s hot and clenching depths with an obscenely loud popping sound. With an ultra-
efficient economy of movements, he reduced the size of his dick again, moved the teasing water
charm up to Astoria’s pussy to keep her insides stretched, and then plunged his dick down into
Daphne’s molten depths.

“Oh, oh thank the Gods, the Goddess and the saints above, Amen,” Daphne immediately chanted
in a shaky and manic tone of absolute worship, revealing without a single doubt that she’d been
praying for Harry to finally fuck her this whole entire time. Then her arms were tightening around
Astoria’s shivering and whimpering form and her legs were kicking out towards the ceiling in a
“V” as Harry began pounding his reduced cock against the entrance to her womb. He was already
so much bigger than Theodore could ever be. He was already so much harder than the man had
ever been in his life. He was already making her pussy feel so much more than it had ever felt
before. Lord Potter was all she’d ever wanted ever since her breasts first started growing and she
experienced the change. Now Lord Potter was fucking her and it was absolutely everything that
she’d always imagined it would be…

And then his cock started growing within her to stretch and dominate her most fertile of depths,
and Daphne’s pupils went cross eyed before curling into the back of her head. “Fuuuuuuck,” She
warbled out as her tongue poked out of her mouth and her entire body shook. “Fuuuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck me my Loooorrd! I’m cumming my Lord! I’m cumming on all over you my Lord! Keep
fucking meeee! Fuck me silly! Fuck me daily! Fuck me to completion! Fuck my womb full of your
seed! Fuck a baby into me!”

“Gods save me,” Harry breathed out as Daphne’s unbelievably soft and high quality pussy clamped
down around every inch of his still growing cock, perfectly mirroring the crazy and possessive
words that were leaking out of her wide open mouth. On the one hand, exactly as she’d promised,
Lady Nott didn’t seem to be struggling in the least taking every single inch of his unnecessarily
huge cock, on the other hand, the woman’s dangerously determined mind was actively forcing the
entrance to her womb to open, willing it to happen with every scrap of magic that she contained.
The crazy married woman whose womb he was currently penetrating with the head of his dick
wanted to get knocked up by a rival Lord’s child. She wanted it badly enough that her magic was
obeying and a tingling sensation was tickling at Harry’s balls. Fuuuck… Why oh why was it that
crazy women were always such good fucks?… Either way, Harry suddenly found himself actively
resisting Daphne’s magic’s attempts to coax his balls into spilling as her legs suddenly wrapped
around his back and tightened like iron bands.
“You’re a married woman Daphne,” Harry reminded Lady Nott, even as he proved just how amoral
he is by grabbing her supermodel calibre ass and slamming his cock balls deep inside of her over
and over again.

“Don’t mind, don’t care! If need be, I’ll arrange to have an accident happen to my husband, but
only after I know that I’ve got a Potter baby growing in my womb,” Daphne called out in return as
her legs tightened even more around Harry’s back and she humped her pussy up to meet the man’s
downward thrusts. When her sister started to open her mouth to protest the insanity of her plans,
Daphne pulled the younger woman’s face down into her cleavage to smother her words in tit flesh.

“Fucking psycho,” Harry muttered as he continued fucking the woman down into the couch and
began releasing a current of raw magic directly into the woman’s clit and womb. Sure enough,
Daphne almost immediately clenched up and began cumming on his cock, and Harry found the
magical pressure being applied on his testicles eased off quite a bit. He needed to keep Daphne
cumming. He needed to keep her blissed out. With that in mind, he pulled his knees back a little
and began delivering long, powerful, full dicked, womb thumping pumps of his hips, balls deep in
the steamy hot and slippery depths of Daphne’s over excited pussy. He gave it to her like he’d give
it to a purely sexual creature like a Fleur Delacour, and soon enough Daphne’s eyes were trailing
back into her head again and her legs were shaking in the air as if they were attached to a livewire
of electricity.

Then, when Daphne was dead to the world, in a sandblasted wasteland of orgasmic pleasure, Harry
pulled out and returned the water enchantment charm inside of her to keep her pussy warm.

“Oh Daddy yes!” Astoria gasped out, beaming a newly manic smile directly into Daphne’s
orgasmically vacant face as every inch of Lord Potter’s gigantic cock split open her freshly teased
and trembling pussy meat to knock against her womb like a gong in a monastery. “Yes please spoil
your baby girl, daddy! Please give your lil cock warmer all of the cweam filling that her dwipping
wet pussy needs so badly!” Along with her words, Astoria finally managed to demonstrate some of
her usual sex appeal by arching her back like a cat, waving her ass back and forth around Harry’s
cock and humping herself up and down his length like a Muggle dancer from a music video.
Unfortunately for Astoria, Harry’s cock still felt waaay too good stretching out the sensitive walls
of her ultra-needy pussy, and within just 2 or 3 minutes she felt her core muscles beginning to tense
up and contract in an irresistible pull towards her newest orgasm. “Hooohhhh daddy,” she
whimpered as her ass and thighs began trembling and shaking visibly under Harry’s persistently
thumping cock. “Nooo, I want iiiit! I want your cweam daddy! I want you to dwown my lil eggs in
all your cum!” Please, please, don’t leave me without it!”

“Of the 500 million plus sperm that I’m going to cum inside both of you girls, only 1000 will be
fertile enough to actually get a woman pregnant,” Harry suddenly explained as he pulled out of
Astoria’s freshly orgasmic pussy and shoved himself balls deep inside of Daphne again. “If you
want to increase the odds of me knocking you up in the future Lady Nott, then you have to make
yourself useful to me and stop trying to use force against my body.”

“I understand and obey, my Lord,” Daphne immediately called out with glassy, vacant eyes and
hands that were rubbing affectionately at her cock dented tummy. “I shall pray to the Gods that the
rare fertile seed will reach my eggs and grace my belly with a superior heir…” Then Daphne was
cumming again merely at the thought of getting Harry’s nut, and he was having to force his cock
out of a pussy that was determined to keep him rooted balls deep inside of her.

For the next 10 minutes, Harry alternated between the 2 Greengrass sisters every time they
orgasmed upon his dick, which of course meant that he did so often. By the time he was
approaching his own orgasm and preparing to spread it out between the 2 womens’ pussies, it was
Astoria Malfoy that was pushing him to the edge, because she was the one offering the best view
with her spastically trembling bubble butt and sloppy to the point of obscene inner thighs. The
woman was a mess of overwrought, overwhelmed nerves and she was whimpering into her sister’s
tits like the 7 year old she’d been attempting to impersonate. That’s why, when a newly recovered
Narcissa Malfoy suddenly crawled up the length of Harry’s back, kissed and nibbled softly at his
neck, pressed her fat tits into his back, wrapped her arms around his waist and began softly
fondling at his balls, Harry almost immediately ended up doubling the speed that he was pumping
inside of Astoria and he started gripping her ass hard with both of his hands. “I’m about to start
cumming girls,” he called out after sharing a hungry series of kisses with the brunette currently
draped over his shoulder. “Astoria, be a good girl for daddy and take my cum as deep as you can
inside that adorable little womb of yours.”

“Oooohhh yess, yes please, yes please daddy,” Astoria moaned as she slowly pulled her face from
within her sister’s cleavage to give Harry her most adorable fuck drunk pleading look.

“Daphne, you’re getting the second half,” Harry explained in a growl filled with sudden urgency.

“Yes my Lord. Please my Lord. I beg you to knock me up. I want it more than anything,” Daphne
whimpered, after opening and blinking out a pair of eyes that had trailed into the back of her head.

After only 5 or 6 more hard pumps against Astoria’s beautiful bouncing ass, and aided by Narcissa
who was sucking on his neck and massaging both of his balls, Harry suddenly grunted, slammed
his cock balls deep inside of Astoria, and started cumming with all his might. He pressed himself
even harder against the smaller woman’s ass when his cum bottlenecked against her cervix causing
her to release a high pitched keen like that of a small animal. He ground his cockhead firmly
against the woman’s core while exalting over the flood of cum that his twitching balls were
releasing, and he watched Astoria’s body riot in response to the seeding that it was receiving.

Oh daddy! Daddy! You’re spoiling your lil girl sooo much! You’re filling me to the bwim! So
much wawm cock cweam inside my lil woooommb,” Astoria yell moaned in a completely
hysterical version of her cutesy voice as she slapped and kicked at the couch cushions. Then she
gasped and her legs gave out on her when Harry suddenly pulled his cock out from deep inside of
her like a plug in a sink, to begin painting both of her ass cheeks a pearly white.

After making a cum covered masterpiece of Astoria’s beautiful red tinted ass cheeks, Harry aimed
his cock down towards Daphne’s inner thighs, covering them in several cumshots before slamming
his cock home into her eagerly clenching pussy. Then he was power washing Daphne’s cervix with
cum in a similar fashion to Astoria, and she was visibly losing her fucking mind in excitement over
it.

“Gods, Goddesses and spirits above, I’m being inseminated! My wombs taking your seed,”
Daphne screamed towards the ceiling. I want it. I want it all. I want it so bad. I want to tie you to
me for life by having one of your children. I want you at my beck and call so that I can have my
way with your body!”

“You’re lucky you have such an excellent pussy Daphne because your personality scares the hell
out of me,” Harry called out as he ground his cock balls deep inside of the psychotic bitch and her
legs wrapped behind Narcissa to pull her body harder against his back. For another 25 seconds,
Harry came inside of Daphne, until his cum was leaking out of the woman in sloppy spurts that
coated the couch and pooled around Harry’s knees.

When his orgasm finally petered off and came to an end, Harry slowly pulled out of Daphne and
collapsed at the end of the couch with his back to the armrest. Then he snapped his fingers and
pointed at the 3 cum smeared women laying around the semen covered couch. “All three of you…
Go get your wands. First you’re going to make the magical oaths that I outlined earlier, and then
you’re going to clean up my dick with your mouths.”

“Yes, my Lord, immediately my Lord, yes Daddy!”

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”So let me get this straight,” Tonks slowly whispered… “Narcissa Seraphinia Malfoy… my aunt
Cissy, the prim and proper mega bitch, has enslaved herself to you as an office secretary, so that
she can get some dick?” Rather than looking upset, Tonks looked like she wanted to howl with
laughter and her hand on Harry’s cock was moving faster and more possessively with every second
that passed.

“Yes,” was all Harry said in reply.

“And you really released 1000 fertile sperm inside of Daphne?”

“It was all among the semen I released onto Astoria’s ass,” Harry clarified.

Without saying a word, Tonks started kissing Harry’s waist and abs as she suddenly found her
attraction to the man exploding to never before seen heights.

Fleur, on the other hand, was unhappy, but she couldn’t really say anything. It seemed that Harry
had sexed these women at least partially to stop them from being dangerous to him and the women
that he was involved with…

“Then the next day I…”

“Ze next day,” Fleur loudly blurted out, completely by accident.

“Yes, the next day,” Harry repeated.

“Tell us everything,” Tonks immediately whispered in a voice dripping with arousal and a hand
that was rapidly moving under the blanket.

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To Be Continued

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Chapter 6 - Luna Lovegood and Su Li’s Mindfuck

”So let me get this straight, Harry,” Tonks slowly whispered into the skin of Harry’s stomach…
“Narcissa Seraphinia Malfoy… my aunt Cissy, the prim and proper mega bitch, has enslaved
herself to you as an office secretary, purely so that she can get a regular fix of your dick?” Rather
than looking upset, Tonks looked like she wanted to howl with laughter and her hand on Harry’s
cock was moving faster and more possessively with every second that passed.

“Yes,” was all Harry said in reply, as the Veritaserum flowing in his bloodstream forced him to be
completely honest.

“And you really released 1000 fertile sperm inside of Daphne Nott?”

“It was all among the semen I released across Astoria’s ass,” Harry clarified.

Without saying a word, Tonks started kissing all around Harry’s stomach muscles as she suddenly
found her attraction to the man exploding to never before seen heights.

Fleur, on the other hand, was unhappy with a lot of what she was hearing, but she couldn’t really
say anything in complaint. It seemed that Harry had agreed to sexing these women at least partially
to stop them from being dangerous to both him and the other women that he was involved with…

“Then the next day I…”

“Ze next day,” Fleur loudly blurted out, once again completely by accident.

“Yes, the next day,” Harry repeated.

“Tell us everything,” Tonks immediately whispered in a voice dripping with arousal and a hand
that was rapidly stroking Harry’s cock under the blanket.

“The next day I went home to Mars where I was suddenly asked to….”

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When Muggles look up at the planet Mars through their fantastically advanced telescopes, they see
only red rocks, sand and a completely sterile environment. It’s really kind of sad… As per the
norm, these Muggle Astronomers aren’t even seeing half of what’s really happening in their
universe because both they and their technology have an exceedingly difficult time observing
anything happening on the magical spectrum. Mars isn’t dead. Mars isn’t sterile. No… Mars is a
bonafide zoo full of mad, magical flora and fauna the likes of which only a brilliant stoner could
imagine...
Of course even on the Magical side of things the planet Mars still only has a ground level
atmosphere less than 1% as dense as Earth’s, and the gas that makes up 95% of that 1% is Carbon
Dioxide. Long story short… Mars isn’t a vacation destination for any mundane human that’s
reliant on the presence of oxygen to breath and an air pressure to keep them from experiencing
explosive decompression...

Wizards on the other hand… Well… Wizards could summon their own atmosphere whenever the
hell they want to…

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“I’m telling you right now Luna, this time for sure that’s gotta be a Crumple Horned Snorkack!”

“Don’t be silly Harry. The beast’s horn isn’t the least bit crumpled.”

It’s a gigantic purple floating hippopotamus with squirrel legs and a wavy horn in the middle of its
head, Luna! I’m telling you right now, It has to be a Snorkack!"

“You’re falling prey to a bad habit that a lot of amateur Magical Zoologists fall into,” Luna replied
with a small, slow shake of her head. “Just because you want it to be a Snorkack, doesn’t make it a
Snorkack.”

“Then pray tell Luna, what are we looking at right now?...”

“That right there… is a Wavycorned Hippomunk…”

With an explosive exhalation, Harry slowly trudged over to the barrier that he was maintaining to
keep a pocket of Earth atmosphere around them, leaned his body forward against its smooth
invisible surface and then began pounding his forehead against it over and over. Once again, for
the Gods only know what time in the last 9 months, Harry wondered just why he was doing this to
himself....

A little over 2 years earlier, when Harry first started exploring the undomed and unterraformed
surface of Mars, he almost immediately encountered a wide variety of Magical creatures amongst
the red, orange and brown foliage, and they’d always remind him of cute and endearing but crazy
Luna Lovegood, and her menagerie of mythical nonsense. Of course this eventually led him to
contacting Luna and her new boss Newt Scammander on a whim, to let them know that he was
discovering a lot of the creatures they described as having disappeared long ago never to be seen
again.

Enter Luna Li-Lovegood and her unbelievably quiet wife slash personal assistant Su Li-
Lovegood…

A little over half a month after Harry first contacted the woman, Luna and Su arrived at the front
gates of Harry’s Mars Estate, fully expecting to be shown some hospitality. The weirdest part
about the entire situation was that Harry actually had provided the two women the welcome that
they were looking for. To say it was against Harry’s nature to let people just shack up in his home
would be an understatement, but it’s really, really, really hard to say no to Luna Lovegood. Her
ultra innocent and unbelievably airheaded persona makes denying her requests feel like you’re
picking on a small, defenseless animal.

Long story short, for almost an entire year at this point, Harry’d put up with a happily married
lesbian couple living in one of the more out of the way wings of his house, making a ruckus and
drinking his booze.
Well… That summary may be just a little bit inaccurate… Truth be told, most days Harry didn’t
even remember that the 2 sapphic women were still living in his home, because they were off
doing their own thing and researching the local wildlife. It was only when they wanted to venture
dangerously far out into Mars’s untamed and innately inhospitable wilderness that they sought out
Harry to ask for his assistance.

At the moment, Harry, Su and Luna were hiking through the red dusty wildlands, observing an
animal that Harry would always call a Crumple Horned Snorkack in his mind. There was
absolutely no way in hell that the creature could be called anything else. Their observation and
notetaking had brought them several kilometres further out into the wilds than they usually
ventured and they’d seen a lot of new and exciting forms of life at almost every turn. Specifically,
they were currently standing smack dab in the middle of a vast field of vibrant red flowers with
decorative white dots all over their petals.

Both Luna and Su Li were currently wearing Lara Croft style safari clothing as if they were
walking in the middle of the Serengeti back on earth and not on a planet where the median
temperature was -63 degrees Celsius (-81 degrees Fahrenheit). Their clothing was skin tight, it was
short, and it was useless for anything but a cosplay photoshoot.

Luna Li-Lovegood filled out her khaki shorts and half sized plaid shirt to the max, with a
surprisingly generous set of curves that Harry never would’ve guessed she’d grow into as an adult.
She had vibrant green eyes, a perfect tan, light freckles, and an active girl next door type body, and
she made a habit of braiding her excessively long wheat colored hair into a massive ponytail that
trailed down the entire length of her back. One thing was abundantly obvious every time Harry
looked at the woman, and he did so a lot. If they’d known just how stunning Luna Lovegood was
going to become as a grown woman, none of those degenerates back at Hogwarts ever would’ve
made fun of her...

Su Li-Lovegood was almost exactly the opposite of her counterpart, with a very slim and short,
asian body type that was on full display in her tiny brown vest and short shorts combo. There was
no denying that her tight little body and ultra dignified traditional Japanese carriage had an appeal
all its own, even though she had only very modest curves. Harry appreciated the way the woman
wore her shoulder length black hair in a classic Hime haircut, her small and cute heart shaped face,
and the intensity of thought and emotion that was always present in her jet black eyes...

As much as Harry enjoyed having some eye candy while the 3 of them trekked around the Martian
wilds, one thing was immediately obvious… Both of his female companions were dressing the part
of the modern female explorer based on ideas that they’d picked up from his stockpile of movies
and television shows. And yes... Harry did indeed have a functioning Muggle entertainment center
back at the house. Some of the few things that he’d actually missed when he first left Earth to live
in a Martian colony was tv, movies and music, which is why he eventually found a way to brute
force a Muggle television, DVD player, Ipod and surround sound speaker setup to work in magical
settings.

He was Harry Potter after all… He was expected to do the impossible merely for his own
convenience…

“How interesting…” mused Luna as a thin sheen of ice that was coating one of the red and white
flowers fell to the ground and the flower immediately seemed to grow larger and more vibrant.
“It’s almost as if these flowers are meant to be in an atmosphere similar to Earth’s and were laying
dormant until we introduced them to what they needed…” With a thoughtful nod, Luna bent
forward with her legs ramrod straight so that she could take a closer look, revealing a good portion
of her incredibly sexy heart shaped ass and her silky smooth inner thighs.
Harry didn’t even try to stop himself from looking at the woman’s bent over form. He enjoyed
every single second of the gift that Luna was giving him, and started making plans to have Fleur
visit his office sometime very, very soon…

“There she goes again, relentlessly teasing Harry,” Su Li observed, as if to herself.

“I’m well aware that Luna likes to tease, but I’m surprised to hear you say that out loud... or say
anything out loud for that matter,” Harry remarked as he turned back towards Su Li…

Then he found the Asian woman staring at him with her mouth wide open and a look of growing
panic on her face. With a frantic wave of her tiny little hands, Su suddenly dashed towards Luna,
grabbed her wife by both of her shoulders, and stared into her eyes.

“There’s something of some importance that I’m about to explain to you, Harry,” Luna
immediately announced as she turned and pulled Su Li to within just a few feet of Harry’s body.
“My wife, Su here, she’s a natural born empath. An extremely strong one at that. She’s so strongly
connected to the minds of the people around her, she barely even managed to attend Hogwarts
because she found it deafening. Part of the reason she loves me so desperately is because of my
mind… She finds it… serene, peaceful… and I’ve already thought up all of the jokes myself, so
you needn’t bother…”

What about my Mind Occlusions,” Harry asked with an arched eyebrow. “They don’t keep Su
out?”

“Not in the least,” Luna immediately admitted. “Su’s powers are entirely arcane. Her abilities are a
racial trait bestowed upon her family through intermarriage with a species of humanlike Oni, and
they tend to ignore magical interference in a way thats similar to a Veela’s allure. Of course Su
keeps all of this a tightly kept secret so that people don’t start to despise her.”

“And this knowledge is important to me right this very second because…” Harry prodded.

“Something in the flower pollen that’s floating all around us is bolstering my empathic abilities
exponentially with every single second that passes,” Su Li replied directly into Harry’s mind. “I’m
scared Harry! My consciousness is bleeding over into both of your minds. Likewise, you two are
both starting to bleed back into me! We’re all about to have an extraordinarily intimate moment if
we don’t immediately stop my powers from running amok!”

“With a wave of his hand,” Harry floated both women to his side and then he Apparated them a
hundred miles across the martian landscape into the living room of his home. Then he was erecting
a powerful magical shield around Su Li’s body, cocooning her entire being inside of something
similar to the Mind Occlusion barriers that he keeps in his mind. “Any better Su?”

“No! No better Harry, and my powers are still growing wilder even as we speak,” Su called out
directly into Harry’s mind. Then, with a gasp and her hands flying up to cover her temples, she fell
to her ass on the couch.

Harry suddenly felt a sharp stab of fear growing both in the pit of his stomach and the back of his
mind. Almost immediately after, he realized that the fear wasn’t actually his, and Su’s
consciousness was indeed beginning to leak into his mind directly through his Mind Occlusions.
Turning towards Luna, Harry immediately grabbed the woman and Apparated the two of them to
the top of Olympus Mons, Mars’s largest mountain. It didn't work. Harry could still feel Luna’s
fear for her wife and Su’s sudden despair at being deserted, and nothing had changed. Well… shit!
If distance wasn’t a factor then they might as well return to the living room to keep the fearful little
empath company...
“Stick to positive thoughts until we manage to figure this out,” Harry demanded of Luna, who
immediately nodded her understanding. Then they were back in the living room and Luna was
focusing on her love and affection for her wife with everything that she had.

Despite the fact that he’d known he was about to feel some strong positivity coming from Luna,
Harry almost fell to his knees at the sudden intensity of it all. Luna’s innately happy character and
the fact that she was passionately in love with her wife made the mountainous landslide of
devotion coming off of the woman almost as hard to bear as the fear and desperation had been.

Then Su’s empathic powers suddenly doubled and redoubled in strength causing the emotions that
Harry was experiencing from Luna’s mind to feel as if they were his emotions…

And with that change in mentality… the situation instantly became quite a bit easier to deal with.

Luna loved Su, Harry loved Su, Su loved Su, Su loved Luna, Harry loved Luna, Luna loved Luna,
Su loved Harry, Luna loved Harry, Harry loved Harry, etc at nauseam in an endless circular motion
as if their emotions were feedback looping. Soon enough Harry’s own distinct ego was being
subsumed within the larger mass of emotions and feelings that was Su Li, Luna Lovegood and
Harry Potter. They were one. They were mingling. They were Vulcan mind melding in a trio of
tightly entwined consciousnesses...

It felt really, really, really good.. Like the best hug you’ve ever received in your life X50...

When exactly their bodies started shuffling closer to each other, they didn’t know... All they knew
was that their bodies were suddenly hugging and clutching at one another without reservation and
were becoming a mass of tangled limbs on the living room floor. Su Li’s body was in Harry’s lap
with Luna’s body hugging her from behind, and Harry had both women wrapped up with all four of
his limbs. Then Luna’s body was pulling Su’s brown micro vest off and Harry’s body was
unclasping her tiny little shorts. Luna’s body was undressed next and then Harry’s cotton shirt was
drawn up over his head. Soon enough, they were all naked as the day they were born and their skin
was sliding against skin like an intensely complicated form of masterbation.

2 thirds of their total consciousness was interested in Harry’s body, because while they were and
always had been bisexuals, they’d fallen in love with each other at a young age and had no
experience with the masculine physique… Harry’s body was big and solid and muscular and they
appreciated the way that it looked when it was pushed down onto its back. They were also
interested in the penis that Harry’s body had as it wasn’t made of rubber and silicone like they
were used to… Harry’s knowledge about his own sex went a long way to helping the collective
them start touching it and moving it in a way that felt good, and soon enough they were all
experiencing what it felt like to have an erection.

And that was the moment when Su’s empathic ability lost a little bit of its intensity…

All of the sudden, Harry realized that he’d just been enjoying jerking himself off with all four of
his tiny feminine hands… He still was, truth be told, but at least now he was able to recognize that
it was Luna and Su that were doing the jerking.

There was something else that Harry was suddenly aware of that he hadn’t known about until just a
few minutes earlier… There was a task that the girls had been hesitating to ask him about for quite
a while now. A favour that was extremely hard to bring up, and unbelievably intimate in nature.
Harry wasn’t quite sure how he’d react under normal circumstances, but at the moment, feeling
what he was feeling, and connected on a profoundly strong emotional level to the 2 wonderful
women sitting in his lap, Harry couldn’t even begin to refuse them their request.
“I would be willing to do that for the 2 of you, you know…”

Immediately after voicing that thought out loud, Harry felt dumb for the first time in quite a while.
Both Luna and Su had already been aware that he was willing to help them. They’d felt him make
up his mind in real time, and they were already moved to tears long before he used his mouth to let
them know. Even as Harry shook his head at how slow on the uptake he was, Luna and Su both
wiped their eyes and hugged him tightly from both sides.

In the moments that followed Harry’s decision, he felt the minds of his 2 female counterparts
moving in and amongst his own, cataloguing his sexual preferences and fetishes, looking for a way
to thank him for his generosity in the sexiest way possible. Then the girls landed on a set of
costumes that Harry hadn’t had a chance to enjoy in quite a while that seemed... appropriate for the
situation, and they grinned mischievously at each other.

‘Ohhhh fuck yeah,” Harry verbalized in his anticipation as Luna and Su suddenly grabbed up their
wands and began conjuring themselves a brand new set of clothing. Within the next few moments
both girls were wearing extremely tiny versions of a costume specifically designed to be sexy. They
were casino bunny girls… and it was every bit as hot as he’d thought it’d be…

Luna was wearing a set of bunny ears that were the color of wheat like her hair on the outside and a
stark fluffy white on the inside where they would hypothetically collect sound, but that wasn’t all...
In order from top to bottom, she was wearing a cut off collar and bow tie combo around her neck
like a choker, a tiny little pure white underbust style corset that cupped and lifted her fantastic tits
before tapering off to reveal the lions’ share of her sexy little tummy, a wheat colored cotton tail
just over her ass and a pair of extremely sheer, pure white fishnet stockings that began three
quarters of the way up her thighs.

Su Li’s bunny ears were black on the outside exactly like her hair while the insides were a bright
and innocent looking pale blue that made up the lion’s share of her costume. her collar was that
same pale blue underneath the traditional black bow tie, her tiny little underbust corset was blue as
well until it sprouted a pure black cottontail over her ass, and the pair of fishnet stockings that she
was wearing followed suit…

“Gods and Goddesses,” Harry breathed out as he suddenly found his thighs being straddled by 2
extremely sexy and hyper aroused casino bunnies! Point of fact, Harry loved casino bunny cosplay
to the point that he sometimes wondered just how he ended up with such an unusually specific
kink. No matter… The whys were completely irrelevant… All that mattered right now was that
Harry’s cock was visibly lurching and twitching between the three of them as they all felt his mind
becoming a red hot mess of runaway excitement.

With a pair of happy smiles and a nod back and forth, Luna and Su began pressing in on Harry, and
he eased back against the couch to let them have what they wanted of him. They wanted to thank
him. They were looking forward to thanking him. He was looking forward to being thanked. Then
all 4 their hands were wrapping around the length of his cock again and they were planting a series
of soft and meaningful kisses all along his mouth, cheeks, jaw and neck. Harry kissed the ladies as
he could in return even as their mouths trailed down his neck to his chest, diaphragm, stomach, and
waist. Then Luna was making out with the head of his cock while Su sucked and licked at his balls,
and they were touching all of the right places because they could feel where it felt good and they
knew exactly what turned Harry on.

Fuuuuuuck, ladies, you’re so damned sexy and you feel so amazing,” Harry groaned as he cradled
both of their bunny eared heads and combed his fingers through their hair in a way that he found
pleased all three of them. “Gods yes, you girls are definitely getting what you want from me.
Neither one of you are going to leave this room without taking a litter in those little bunny ovens of
yours.”

In response to Harry’s noticeably kink tinted assurances, and more importantly the absolute
certainty that they could feel inside of his mind, both Luna and Su moaned in arousal and lavished
Harry’s cock with a huge amount of attention. Luna stuffed her cheeks full of Harry’s flared out
cockhead, bobbed her lips up and down the first few inches of his shaft and sucked as hard as she
could until you could see the shape of his crown through the lining of her mouth. At the same time,
Su laved at his balls with her tongue while quickly but lovingly massaging his shaft with both of
her tiny little hands. With a remarkable amount of talent considering it was their first time on a
dick, and aided by the fact that they could actually feel what they were doing through Harry’s
mind, the 2 witches spoiled his cock completely rotten, and the sound of wet smacking and quiet
moaning was the only sound that any of them were making. Then, at almost exactly the 1 minute
mark, the 2 women suddenly switched places on a dime with perfect timing and flawless execution
so that in just a split second Su’s mouth was wrapped around Harry’s crown and Luna’s mouth was
sucking on his balls. With less than a quarter of a second in between, Su began attempting to take
as much of Harry’s cock down her throat as Luna had, which caused small glucking and wheezing
noises to leak from her adorably tiny and stretched out little mouth. At the same time, Luna started
kissing and licking all around his shaft and balls as if she thought that his skin was delicious and
couldn’t get enough.

While the girls already knew for a fact that he was loving their attention, Harry still found himself
running his hands through their hair, massaging their necks and shoulders and staring
appreciatively down at their unbelievably arousing bunny suited bodies. An interesting fact about
sharing a consciousness was that the girls loved feeling the way that he was hot for their bodies.
They appreciated the way that he appreciated them and that appreciation was reflected in the
increased intensity of their mouths, tongues and hands all around his cock. Luna made a huge show
of dropping low to straddle Harry’s right leg and the way her bare ass and stockinged thighs
looked split wide open across the carpet was sexy as all hell. Su Li was laying on her belly in
between Harry’s thighs, and the way she idly swung her feet in the air as she throated herself on his
cock was simultaneously adorable and perverse in the extreme.

Then the 2nd minute came to an end and the ladies switched places again with no time spared in
their licking and sucking. Luna’s mouth was once again affixed around Harry’s head, her eyes were
locked on his, her corset lifted tits were wrapped tightly around his unattended shaft, and she was
once again attempting to take more and more of his length down her persistently clenching throat.
She was also succeeding… Luna was a Ravenclaw try hard that was determined to excel, and she
was taking more and more of Harry’s cock down into her throat with every wet and sloppy bob of
her tightly sucking mouth.

Harry approved, Su approved, Luna approved. They all felt just how good Luna’s hot mouth and
soft creamy tits felt around the length of his cock and they all twitched and trembled at the wet,
smooth and slippery sensation of it all. Then Luna picked up the pace of her efforts and all 3 of
them groaned in perfect unison at the magic trick that she was performing on his dick.

Gluck, gluck, gluck, spit, cough, mwah, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, wheeze, spit,
gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck….

Over the 10 minutes that followed, the perfect rotation of wringing hands, probing tongues and
glucking mouths continued to escalate, as Harry’s pleasure climbed towards orgasm and the ladies
felt the exact same pleasure growing within their cores. Luna learned exactly how Harry liked his
cock milked with 2 tightly wringing hands while her mouth flew up and down his shaft. Su learned
that she couldn't go as deep as Luna but that she had a far more versatile tongue, and that it felt like
heaven when she twinded it in tight little circles around his cockhead. They both learned that Harry
liked it when they stared up into his eyes. Then, without any warning, the 3 of them all seemed to
reach a tipping point at exactly the same time, causing Su Li, who was the one with Harry’s cock
in her mouth at the time, to lose it in her enthusiasm. Despite the fact that her throat was not built to
take such abuse, she suddenly growled in a moment of pure, out of control need, and then launched
her mouth down the length of Harry’s cock in a desperate bid to smash her lips against his balls.
She pushed and she strained, lifting her belly off the floor and dropping her entire body weight
down against her face in order to cram more and more of his shaft down her tightly resisting gullet.
She wrapped her hands around Harry’s ass and she pulled her face towards his lap with every scrap
of strength that her bicep muscles contained.

And then she failed.

A little over halfway down the length of Harry’s wrist thick shaft, Su found herself with her mouth
stretched as wide as it could possibly go with her tiny little throat bulging outwards obscenely
around Harry’s massive flared out crown, and she was stuck. She was impaled mouth first on an
enormous meaty dick. She was filled to capacity and she was being asphyxiated by the cock filling
every square millimetre of her desperately clenching airway. Her eyes opened wide in her surprise
and her hands began pawing fitfully at Harry’s thighs and stomach muscles, because she was
waaay more aroused than she was upset and she couldn’t figure out how to react.

And then the view of Su’s cock stuffed and struggling form from Harry and Luna’s perspective
was soooo fucking sexy that all 3 of them started cumming almost immediately.

Su Li moaned against as much of Harry’s length as she could as it twitched and trembled and
expanded deep inside of her esophagus. Then she felt Harry’s intention to help pull her throat off of
his shaft and she mentally demanded that he wait just 1 or 2 more moments. During those
moments, Harry’s cockhead expanded dramatically, rocked back like the recoil of a cannon, and
launched a heaping helping of piping hot, thick and sticky semen directly into her throat. Su
swallowed as quickly as she could both on Harry’s cockhead and on the cum that he was releasing
inside of her, but it was no use and the unbelievably vast deluge of seed began back-flowing out,
filling her mouth and then leaking out past her tightly sealed lips. The orgasm that was currently
forcing Su’s pussy to twitch, tremble and clench on nothing but empty air grew in intensity as she
reveled in the warm gooey cum that was filling her mouth and the pleasure that she was bringing
Harry with her efforts. Then her newly cum lubricated throat was being dragged off of Harry’s
cock by his large and calloused hands, and Luna was dropping in to replace her mouth upon his
dick.

Harry’s cock didn’t manage to launch even a single volley of cum in the split second after Su’s lips
popped from around his cockhead before Luna stuffed it into her mouth. His next cumshot painted
Luna’s tonsils white as his cock was shoved further down her throat, but the following loads of
cum were deposited directly into her frantically swallowing throat exactly as she’d intended. Then
Luna was bobbing up and down his length like a woman possessed and he was cupping her bunny
ears with both of his hands. In a similar experience to Su, Luna had no hope of keeping up with
Harry’s massive ejaculation, but she was more than happy to have cum leaking from her throat into
her mouth and then all over her face when she failed to swallow it all down. She never slowed
down at all when Harry’s cum started dripping off of her white stained chin directly into Su’s wide
open and waiting mouth, and she didn’t even bat an eye when her breathing was interrupted by the
thick gooey mass of it all filling her entire esophagus. Luna was cumming her fucking brains out
the entire time she throated herself upon Harry’s cock because of the sensations that she was
bringing herself, and the enjoyment that she could feel coming directly from her new lover’s mind.

“Fuuuuck… fuck, you’re both so fucking sexy, my Gods,” Harry groaned as Luna popped her
sucking seal of a mouth off of his dick and Su loudly slurped his head back into hers. Then he felt
his balls spasming up against his shaft even harder when the tiny Asian woman swallowed as hard
as she could against his over-sensitive cockhead and her entire mouth clamped down around his
shaft like a skin tight sleeve. “Merlin, Su,” Harry called out as a last second double sized load of
cum exploded into the bunny woman’s mouth and throat. Harry was in heaven, the girls felt every
second of it and they completely agreed with his opinion on the matter…

Empathic double blowjobs are the fucking best….

When the 3 of them stopped twitching and squirming in a feedback loop of ultra intense orgasmic
pleasure, Harry grabbed a hold of both the girls’ hands and drew them back onto his lap. Then they
were all groping, kissing and nibbling at each other indiscriminately as everything they touched
was being shared between the 3 of them.

Over time, Harry started thinking about what he needed the girls to do in order for their plan to
work best, and then they both smiled sweetly at him as they moved to follow his lead. Harry
dropped onto His back in the middle of the carpet and Luna immediately dropped her ass onto his
chest with her legs straddling his face. Then she slowly and gently drew her pussy down to his lips
and combed her fingers gently through his hair. In return, Harry rubbed his hands up the woman’s
creamy smooth thighs to cup her beautiful heart shaped ass exactly like he’d always wanted to, and
started licking her pussy lips and clit in slow and gentle movements.

All 3 of them shivered in pleasure.

Harry really was talented with his tongue, and he could feel that at the back of his mind where he
was sharing the girl’s sensations. He continued to lap and tease at Luna’s clit, but he also started
probing his tongue a little deeper inside of her, and then he began vibrating his tongue with small
hisses using his parseltongue abilities. Soon enough, all 3 of them were trembling at what was
being done to Luna’s pussy and the girl herself was rubbing her pussy against his mouth in slow,
barely restrained movements. As more time passed, Harry’s tongue moved more insistently and he
drew his hands around Luna’s body to her stomach so that he could start releasing a tightly
controlled and enormously powerful burst of magic directly into the woman’s ovaries. The magic
was so strong and so concentrated that it glowed a visible green where it flowed in and out of the
woman in a series of tightly interwoven loops.

Luna’s eyes immediately snapped wide open and then glazed over, her hands in Harry’s hair
tightened, her mouth dropped into an ”O” and a long unrestrained moan leaked out from deep in
her throat. Under Harry’s hands, the eggs in her ovaries were being saturated in wave after wave of
Harry’s unbelievably powerful magic, coaxing her body to immediately begin ovulating, bringing
her an indescribable sensation of euphoric pleasure and heat, and performing one additional spell
that would bring about the results that they were looking for. Then she was only seconds from
cumming all over Harry’s mouth and the man’s tongue was becoming a hissing blur of motion
within the tight little folds of her pussy.

Behind Luna, Su Li finally managed to crawl atop Harry’s legs even as her pussy twitched, tensed
and leaked her arousal down her inner thighs in a mirror image of Luna’s impending orgasm. As
she straddled Harry and took a hold of his rock hard dick, she noticed that it was visibly shrinking
to become the size of a normal, albeit well hung, man, and she bit her lip because she knew what
was about to happen. As quickly as she could move her trembling and tensed up body, Su lifted her
ass above Harry’s cock, and then ran his cockhead against her pussylips. A few increasingly hot,
tight and oversensitive seconds later, Luna’s orgasm finally crashed upon all 3 of them and Su Li
allowed the wave of pleasure to carry her pussy down the length of Harry’s dick. She was soaking
wet and she was aroused in the extreme and she was taking a dick inside of her for the very first
time and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to because her legs were suddenly giving out on
her. Then she was rooted on Harry Potter’s cock and was spastically curling forward over his
stomach to press her forehead into the skin of her wife’s back. Luna grabbed her hand behind her
back as they both peaked once again for the 2nd time in less than 5 seconds, and they twitched and
trembled against each other in a cascade of unbelievable sensation. Luna had just felt her pussy
getting stretched wide open and penetrated by Harry’s dick through Su’s mind while Su had felt
every second of Harry’s tongue and magic through Luna. The domino effect of euphoric sensations
overlapped to create a pleasure far more powerful than the sum of its parts, causing Luna and Su to
collapse against each other for support as their nervous systems went completely haywire…

Harry ended up stopping his own orgasm using magic, which had actually been an extremely
difficult little maneuver this time considering he hadn't been able to block out any of the pleasure
that Su and Luna were feeling. He was basically forced to deaden the nerves of his cock and balls
for the length of time that the girls were cumming before spontaneously bringing everything back
to life again... Oh sure he could have cum inside of Su Li immediately after entering her and she
would’ve understood, but he didn’t want to waste an opportunity to have his way with every inch
of Su Li’s sexy bunny girl body. Even with Luna’s well toned belly and thighs dominating his field
of view, Harry knew for sure that the sight of Su riding his cock was going to be unbelievably hot
and well worth any amount of orgasm denial. Then the blonde sitting on Harry’s chest suddenly
allowed her body to drop to the floor at his side, and he was instantly proven right. The Asian
woman’s red flushed face, O’d out cherry pink lips and lust glazed eyes, combined with the way
that her modest corset framed breasts were heaving over ab muscles that were visibly twitching
with pussy contractions… Sexy Asian bunny girl! Gods!… Then there was how unbelievably tight
Su’s pussy was, and how spread open she was on even the reduced version of his cock...

Fuuuck…

Su Li felt Harry hold back his orgasm simply so that he could make the most of touching, rubbing,
kissing, groping and fucking every single inch of what he considered her super sexy little body, and
she squeezed her pussy around his cock as hard as she could to demonstrate how pleased she was
with his attention. Then she started grinding her ass back and forth to get acquainted with a cock
that was much, much bigger than any of her toys. Gods... Su was well aware that Harry’s dick was
eventually going to grow back to his normal size, but she also knew that he was releasing hundreds
and hundreds of slow acting healing spells into her body through the flesh of his dick. What this
meant for her was that she’d most likely enjoy the stretching that she was about to experience
rather than find it painful.

While releasing a long drawn out moan, Luna rolled her body back to face Harry and Su and
rubbed her hand down the length of Harry’s muscular stomach purely because it was what she
could easily reach. Harry’s cock felt so good and her orgasm had been so strong that her muscles
weren't reacting like she wanted them to, but she didn’t want to miss a single moment of the magic
that was about to happen so she forced her body to obey. With spastic movements and a wide,
happy smile on her face, Luna kissed Harry’s chest and then his ribs, belly button and waist, before
rising to her knees to hug her wife from the side. She rubbed her hand gently and affectionately
down the front of her partner’s body until it was resting just over her belly button where her womb
resided. They both knew what was about to happen. Harry’s mind was feeding them imagery of
what his cock does to the women that he has sex with and they shivered at just how… effective it
was going to be.

Then it happened.

The high pitched keening noise that started leaking from Su’s mouth mixed perfectly with the low
moan that came from Luna’s as the tiny Asian woman’s pussy was stretched around Harry’s
slowly growing cock. With every single second that passed, both ladies thought that Harry’s dick
couldn’t possibly get any bigger, and then they were wrong over and over. Su frantically groped
and pawed at Harry’s stomach and thighs and breathed heavily into Luna’s cleavage as her blonde
lover hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her bunny eared head. Then Su felt an insistent
pressure growing somewhere behind her navel and both women looked down to take a look.

Gods and Goddesses…

With trembling hands, both Luna and Su began rubbing at the bump that was forming where Su’s
womb was being conquered by Harry’s fantastically enormous cockhead. Then they shivered and
shuddered and goosebumps formed all over their bodies at what this meant for them.

“You’re about to become a mommy,” Luna whispered out loud despite the fact that they were
empathically linked. “You’re just minutes away from getting bred.”

Su Li didn’t respond using words because she never responds using words. Instead, her breathing
became hot and bothered, her face flushed a vibrant pink and she bit her bottom lip as her mind
conjured vivid images of Harry fucking bucketloads of cum into her deepest most fertile depths.

Harry nodded his head in complete agreement as he rose to a seated position and wrapped his arms
around both of his bunnies, pressing Su’s body flush to his own and grabbing a fist full of her left
ass cheek.

Luna also nodded her head as she eased in behind Su, cupped one of her wife’s tits and drew her
other hand down to the woman’s adorable little clit. Then they were all shivering on, around and
against each other, as their arousal and subjective sensations combined to become a completely
different variety of feeling. Luna felt Harry’s cock womb deep within Su, and her own hands
rubbing at her wife’s most sensitive spots, Su felt how much Harry enjoyed feeling her tea cup
sized breasts pressing flush to his chest and her tight little pussy squeezing every single inch of him
like a vice, Harry felt Luna’s skin prickle and her nipples harden when his hand rubbed down her
back to firmly cup her right ass cheek. They were awash with sensation and they weren’t even
moving yet so for several seconds they just sat there enjoying each other’s bodies.

A little more than a minute later, when the three of them finally managed to acclimate to the mass
of sensation that they were currently experiencing, both Luna and Harry started lifting Su’s pussy
up the length of his firmly embedded cock with completely flawless timing, and the tiny Asian
woman’s body rattled and shook at the euphoria that was suddenly assaulting her nervous system.
More and more with every inch of cock they wrenched out of her, Su’s elastic tight pussylips were
being pulled outwards, until they were dragging almost an inch along the length of his shaft like a
skin tight sucking sleeve. Harry’s cock was far bigger than her tiny little body was ever designed to
take, but a mixture of magic and unbelievably intense arousal was making the impossible possible,
and every nerve ending in her soaking wet and stretched to capacity pussy was awash with
electricity, heat and blissful friction. Su twitched, she trembled, she shivered and her hair stood on
end with wave after wave of goosebumps. She wasn’t the only one. Her wife’s hands and mouth
fluttered erratically against her body because she was feeling every single second of it, and Harry’s
tightly restraining hands were shaking with it.

Then Harry drew Su’s perfect little pussy back down the length of his dick by the meat of her cute
little bunny ass in one extra long and authoritative pull that culminated with his cocktip docking
flush against the entrance to her womb, and both bunnies’ eyelids fluttered over newly vacant eyes
at the odd animalistic feeling of completion that they were experiencing. Harry actually found it
disconcerting to feel the effect that his cock had on a woman, and was thankful that his lack of a
womb kept the sensation very abstract in nature. What he did understand was that Luna and Su
were feeling nature’s pull and were craving having the contents of his balls inside of them more
and more with every passing second…

And they were going to get it… All of it… But not quite yet...

With a feral and determined growl that caused both Luna and Su to whimper their arousal, Harry
suddenly started channeling an astonishing amount of magic down into his sex to keep himself
from cumming the moment that he started moving in earnest. The solution actually took several
moments, and was far more complicated than he’d thought it would need to be, but eventually he
felt his magic responding by wrapping his testicles within some sort of suspended animation. Right
away it was obvious that his magic wasn’t going to do anything about the oversensitivity or
orgasmic pleasure that was washing over his mind and body, but his balls weren’t only seconds
away from firing off anymore and that was all that mattered. Starting small but growing larger over
time, a mischievous, almost evil smile started spreading across Harry’s face. He was about to go
HAM on the sexy as hell bunny girls currently occupying his mind… They were going to
remember the day they decided to get him involved in their sex lives until they were old, grey and
toothless…

Due to the fact that they could read his thoughts, both Su and Luna suddenly began looking at
Harry as if he’d turned into a stalking predator of some kind, and they were… bunnies…

“Alright Su,” Harry growled out as he cupped the woman under both of her ass cheeks and pulled
her flush to his body. “You know what bunnies are known for right?”

Su rapidly started nodding her head against Harry’s chest even as her arms and legs locked tightly
into place around his shoulders and lower back. She knew exactly what bunnies do best and she
wanted to get started as soon as possible!

And then she got what she wished for and she didn’t know how to handle it….

With what felt like a reckless amount of enthusiasm but was really just a swift surety, Harry lifted
Su’s body back up his cock and then pulled her back down again with a loud wet squelching sound
and a thump of his cockhead against her womb. Then he did it again and again and again, causing
Su and Luna to gasp, moan and then spill pussy juices all over the floor as their bodies reacted
instinctually to the breeding that they were experiencing. Su Li bit and kissed at every inch of
Harry’s chest as her pussy was scrubbed up and down the length of his cock and her arms and legs
insistently clutched and rubbed at his shoulders and lower back. Luna pressed up hard against her
wife’s back so that she could cup Harry’s face and hair and begin kissing and licking at his face
and neck. In response to Luna’s attention, Harry’s hand released Su’s ass for a single moment, so
that he could Conjure the teasing water charm and direct it to begin rubbing up against the blonde’s
pussy lips and clit.

Then all 3 of them were releasing a long broken moan, completely overwhelmed by the different
sensations they were feeling and cumming all over each other’s bodies. Su’s tiny pussy clamped
down around Harry’s cock like a sucking wet vice, Luna’s pussy twitched and trembled and gushed
pussyjuices down both of her inner thighs, Harry’s cock spasmed and expanded inside of Su in a
climax that was noticeably devoid of cum, but he never stopped and he never slowed down.
Instead, he picked up the speed that he was lifting and dropping Su, cupped her chin on one of his
hands, and pressed a hard possessive kiss on a woman that had never shared a kiss with a man
before. He shoved his tongue passed her lips and dominated her mouth as if he was claiming it as
his own.

Su whimpered and squeaked submissively up into Harry’s mouth as if the kiss that he was giving
her was the most aggressive thing that he’d done to her all day. She pawed weakly at his shoulders
as if she would try to get away, but he pulled her body down and flush to his body even harder,
hilting his cock balls deep inside of her with authority and crushing her mouth to his own. A high
pitched and syrupy keening sound suddenly started leaking passed Su’s newly swollen lips as her
body twitched and trembled and then crashed into a spontaneous orgasm around Harry’s dick.
Then it just didn’t end… Her orgasm was fuelling Luna’s, who’s return orgasm around the water
spell made her’s even more powerful… She was cumming. She was cumming herself stupid… She
was being dominated sexually by a man who knew exactly what he was doing...

She was being taken… She was being mated… Gods….

When Harry finally released the tiny Asian’s chin, it was only so that he could reach out, grab
Luna’s nearly delirious form, and pull her face towards his own directly over Su’s shoulder. Then
he was also forcing a hard possessive kiss on the blonde that had both her and Su moaning and
shaking from head to toe. He grabbed Luna by the base of her extremely long ponytail to hold her
lips firmly against his own. Then he plundered her mouth with his tongue as he bounced her wife’s
orgasming pussy up and down the length of his cock like a sex toy. He fully expected the blonde
woman to take at least a little offense to the way that he was dominating both of their bodies, but
Luna’s rapidly twining tongue never even slowed the entire time he roughly used and claimed
them. Several moments later, when it was clear that Luna had completely surrendered her mouth to
him, he returned his hand from around her head down to the meat of Su’s cute little bunny ass and
began hauling her pussy up and down his cock at an even greater place.

Fwop, squelch, plap, fwop, squelch, plap, fwop, squelch, plap, fwop, squelch, plap, fwop, squelch,
plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap!

Over and over again, Harry wrenched his cock from the skin tight sucking seal that was Su Li’s
pussy and then hammered it back home with a wet squelching sound and the obscene plap of his
testicles slapping her ass cheeks. With every speed increase or angle change that Harry made, Su Li
and Luna found themselves screaming their pleasure to the ceiling and leaning against each other
for support as their ability to cope with the fucking that they were taking was stretched to its limits.
Then Harry suddenly pushed them both onto their backs with Su laying on top of Luna’s belly with
her head resting between her generous bouncing tits, and they both knew right away what he was
intending to do. With a low growl of confirmation and a flurry of rapid movements, Harry grabbed
both of Su’s ultra flexible legs and lifted her ankles up beside her head… With that accomplished,
Su Li’s pussy was wide open for him to drop in on from above.

“Do you know what this position is called Su,“ Harry asked as he positioned his cock at the
woman’s soaking wet and clenching pussy lips.

Su could only nod her head deliriously as the answer to his question filled her entire mind with a
wash of heat and excitement. Mating Press!

“That’s right,” Harry growled as his body dropped down on top of the 2 stacked bunnies and he
stared down into their lust glazed eyes. “The mating press… Now be a good little bunny and let me
bully that ultra fertile little womb of yours for a while…” Then Harry started dropping his hips,
and the crown of his cock spread the young Asian woman wide open once again.

Su Li twitched and she trembled beneath Harry’s large and imposing body as her hungrily sucking
pussy was completely filled to capacity once again, his balls slapped dully against her ass cheeks
and his cockhead pried at her cervix as if demanding entrance. She shook as Luna’s hands idly
rubbed at her cock bulged and twitching tummy and her super sensitive little clit. She whimpered.
Her head lolled from side to side within the cleavage of her wife’s heaving breasts. Her toes curled
visibly just inches to the sides of her red flushed and slack jawed face. She stared at every inch of
Harry’s rock hard and heaving muscles, she filled her mind with how much she loved his big,
strong, masculine body, how her body was rejoicing at having his dick balls deep inside of her, and
how much she loved being stretched to her limits around his massive fucking cock. Then she
mentally begged for him to claim what was rightfully his, to be the one and only man that would
ever get to have her pussy and her womb, to make it official, to cum inside of her, to knock her
up…

And then Harry’s cock twitched and expanded meaningfully inside of her and Su knew that he was
finding her very, very persuasive...

With a long, low and almost bestail groan, Harry, dropped his body lower over Su and Luna,
grabbed a hold of both of her tits, ran raw magic directly into her nipples, and began crashing his
hips down against her beautiful cotton tailed ass. Almost immediately after he released the
woman’s legs, Su wrapped them tightly around his back instead, and her arms groped and fondled
his chest and stomach in a frenzy. Then he was releasing magic out through every inch of his cock,
saturating her pussy and womb in a mixture of fertility spells and raw magic that had her eyes
rolling into the back of her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her body tensing up like a
coil set to spring.

After dropping down to rest some of his weight on the back of the Asian woman’s thighs, Harry’s
lips were just inches from Su’s cheek and directly in front of Luna’s face, and his thrusting hips
were picking up even more speed as he whispered into her ear. “Take my seed Su… Take a full
load of my unbelievably potent cum in that hyper fertile womb of yours and remember the day that
I knocked you the fuck up…” Then Harry slammed his cock balls deep in order to dock his
cockhead within the entrance of Su’s womb, released the magic keeping his balls under control,
and shook from top to bottom as what felt like 5 consecutive orgasms washed through his balls at
exactly the same time. It felt like his testicles were flushing his mortal soul out of his body as they
explosively contracted and launched load after piping hot load of freshly cooked cum balls deep
inside of an authentic Asian bunny girl!

And that was the moment when both Su Li and Luna Lovegood went buck fucking wild with
orgasm.

Harry had driven Su and by proxy Luna to the very peak of orgasm long before he started cumming
inside of her, but now that his boiling hot seed was hosing down the entrance to Su’s womb and
building pressure inside of her like a volcano just moments before eruption, her mind was melting
and the rest of her body was following suit. A guttural and animalistic scream left her mouth as her
legs kicked out spastically in the air and her hands clawed 10 red lines down the length of Harry’s
back. Then she felt how good Harry’s orgasm was feeling and it feedback looped back and forth
between her and Luna a hundred times a second.. By the time the three of them were fully
orgasming and experiencing each other's pleasure, Su and Harry’s hips were mindlessly crashing
against each other like animals and they were mating purely by instinct. Harry pressed his entire
body weight down against his cock, digging his cockhead within the entrance to her womb as hard
as he could, and Su’s feet planted flat on the meat of his ass to hilt him into her pussy with every
scrap of her leg strength. The 3 of them shook, they gasped and they shuddered as Harry’s balls
powerfully contracted and filled Su’s pussy well beyond its ability to contain it all. That was the
moment when her inner thighs, asshole and lower back started getting covered in an outpouring of
cum that began dribbling fitfully out of the sucking seal created by her cock plugged pussylips.
Even then Harry didn’t stop cumming. Gods and Goddesses… Su suddenly became aware of the
fact that Harry Potter just had to be the most virile man on the face of the planet. Even as they
pressed against each other, Su fully came to realize that he must be, had to be, right then and there,
in that very moment, getting her…
“Pregnant,” Su suddenly breathed out in a crystalline, musical and ultra feminine voice for the first
time ever in Harry’s presence.

“Any minute now,” Harry agreed as he dropped his body flush to Su’s, kissed the woman softly on
the lips and then dropped even further to do the same to Luna. He was still hilted balls deep inside
of Su and releasing the tail end of a gigantic load into her womb, and he would be for several more
moments. In the meantime, he enjoyed the feeling of Luna’s lips and twining tongue, Su’s
endlessly rubbing arms, stocking covered legs, and every single inch of her silky smooth bunny
girl body.

“I always, always knew that it was going to be you that did this for us,” Luna panted out when
Harry finally ended the kiss and pulled away from the 2 witches to sit back on his calves. “That
was wonderful Harry… Now it’s time to do the same for me... to me… inside of me.” The blonde
woman was a hot mess at this point with the teasing water spell stretching out her pussy over and
over, and her thighs were rubbing together even as she squirmed out from under her wife’s newly
limp body.

With a nod of his head, Harry leaned over Su again, dropped his hands onto her cum stuffed little
belly and began releasing extremely powerful magic directly into her ovaries in a tight circular
motion. He coaxed one of her eggs to immediately begin moving towards her uterus, barrier spelled
the entrance of her womb to contain all of the cum that he’d just released inside of her and then
completed one more very complicated and magically powerful spell... Then, with a gasp and a
shiver from Su’s overwhelmed little body, the job was done and Harry was turning his full
attention to the beautiful blonde crawling in from his right.

Just in time for Luna to cup his face in one of her hands, smash her mouth up into his and push him
onto his back as she bunny hopped her way atop his unresisting body. The woman was more than
ready to go and she proved that by crawling up and over Harry’s waist, grabbing the base of his
persistently hard cock between her legs and aiming it up at her dripping wet slit.

“The size,” Harry began to say before suddenly closing his mouth and arching his eyebrows… As
it turns out, Luna really had known that it would be him doing this for them. He could feel that fact
in her mind... She’d been so certain that she’d eventually have sex with him, she’d been preparing
for his size using dildos of increasing girth and length. At this point, Luna was banking on her
extreme arousal to make up for the difference between her current toys and Harry’s full size dick.

Luna’s mind was full of a perfectly unblemished certainty the likes of which Harry had never felt
before. Su Li was the one great love of her life, and Harry Potter would give the 2 of them the
babies that they wanted… Luna had known it all along. She’d known that things would end up this
way for over 8 years, with the same level of certainty that she held for the Sun rising in the East...
…

The fact that the blonde bunny woman that was currently massaging his precum dripping cockead
against her soaking wet pussylips was exactly right about absolutely everything had Harry
reevaluating just what manner of creature she really was… No matter… That was a line of thinking
that could happen much, much later...

In the end, instead of saying another word, Harry simply banished the teasing water spell from
deep within Luna’s pussy, cast several dozen slow acting healing spells on her body just in case,
and then leaned back on one of his elbows to enjoy the view.

With an understanding nod of her head, Luna wiggled her ass in the air behind her as she slowly,
ever so slowly, pressed Harry’s cockhead harder and harder against the tight and creamy lips of her
pussy. For several moments in a row, Luna’s seemingly unprepared little pussy resisted taking in
any of Harry’s cock whatsoever, but then her lips suddenly split wide around his flared out head
and snapped tight around the beginnings of his shaft.

Luna shivered. Harry shivered. Across the room Su suddenly collapsed back onto the floor from
where she’d been trying to climb onto the couch. Then Luna dropped more and more of her weight
upon her pussy to force Harry’s cock deeper into her smoldering depths, and all three of them
realized just how talented Luna’s pussy really was. It wasn’t just that her pussy felt good on
Harry’s cock, which it did, it really, really did… She also just felt good, period. Her pussy was both
sensitive and receptive to pleasure, and the way that Luna felt as she took Harry’s titanic cock
deeper and deeper inside of her left all 3 of them shivering in pleasure.

“Godsdammit, Luna,” Harry grunted as Luna pressed the flat of her hands on his ab muscles and
began grinding her puffy pussylips down along his cock with an increasing amount of need and
desperation. In contrast, the small, almost idle, sigh-moans and soft cooing noises that the blonde
bunny woman was making as she took more and more cock were both sugary sweet and
wholesome in a way that ended up being completely perverse. It was as if Luna was encouraging
both his cock and her pussy to achieve greater levels of pleasure together, using single word
affirmations such as yes and more and good and please. Likewise, her face didn’t have any of the
hallmarks of a woman that was trying to stretch her pussy out around a cock far bigger than she
was used to. The expression on her red flushed face was that of a woman that was completely at
peace with both herself and her current situation. Then again, since Harry could actually sense what
Luna was feeling, he knew for a fact that the woman considered what they were doing not just
extremely important, but both beautiful and meaningful in a way that she would never be able to
describe…

Luna Lovegood was finding Nirvana in the act of stretching her pussy around his cock…

It was in that moment that Harry started to understand what Luna had meant when she said Su
loved her for her mind…

With an affectionate smile growing on his face, Harry allowed his arms to slide up the length of
Luna’s smooth and creamy thighs so that one of his hands could cup her cotton-tailed ass and the
other could continue rubbing up her back to her shoulders. He was touched by the complete
acceptance he felt radiating out of the woman’s mind, and there was no need to, or way to, hide it.
With that being the case, he ended up completely embracing the feeling as he slowly drew Luna’s
body down to pancake her beautiful breast against his chest and kiss her softly on the lips. Then he
wasn’t the least bit surprised when Luna’s hands gently cupped both sides of his face and she
returned his kiss with a languid type of innate sexuality. Her tongue ran sensuous circles around his
own and then her teeth gently bit his bottom lip. The woman was a phenom of careless sex appeal
that could make a full blooded Veela jealous, and Harry felt goosebumps growing up the length of
his arms. Then the woman was sliding down his body to push her pussy further down the length of
his cock, and they were moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths.

Fuuuck... Luna Lovegood, as her name would imply, was an absolutely incredible lay… Harry
immediately reapplied the magical stasis spell around his balls...

While insistently pushing her core against the last 3 inches of Harry’s cock, Luna started riding
him in slow and sensual movements that had her tits rubbing up and down the length of his chest
and her mouth leaving little heated marks across his neck and chin and mouth. Both Harry and
Luna knew that they couldn’t continue this slow and languid sex much longer as they both felt a
coil of tension growing deep inside of them, but it was Luna who began moving with far more
insistence. Then she suddenly decided that it was time that she take the rest of his dick inside of
her, and she sat up straight on his waist to drop her entire body weight upon her pussy.
It worked. Luna’s talented little pussy was wet and slippery and hot and clenching and it worked.

When she felt a powerful wet popping/slurping sensation deep inside of her pussy followed closely
by a growing pressure within the very core of her being, Luna fought her way through the climax it
caused her, smiled down at the bump that had formed above her belly button and then leaned
forward again to kiss Harry hard on the lips. Then she was riding his cock faster and faster while
kissing, nibbling and licking at every inch of his chest, neck and shoulders. “I always knew it, ”she
whispered with a blissed out quality to her sweet and melodious voice. “I always knew that it’d be
you, that it’d be your thick majestic dick filling up the deepest depths of my body. I always knew
that you were going to be the one man I let inside of my most sacred of places. I always knew, and
now here you are. You’re filling me Harry. You’re inside of my womb. You’re breeding me.
You’re breeding your bunny…” With those words, Luna’s riding speed increased even more,
causing her heart shaped ass to rhythmically slap against his thighs as she rooted her tightly
clenching pussy down around the base of his cock. Femcum frothed out passed the sucking seal of
her pussylips as she began to micro orgasm over and over, until there was a slippery dampness
growing all over Harry’s thighs and lower belly.

And then Luna started cumming for real, at which point she immediately collapsed onto Harry’s
chest to squeal directly into his neck and suck a vibrant purple hickey into his skin. Her ass and
thighs visibly shook with orgasmic tremors as her knees slid languidly out to her sides, her
generous tit flesh and pebbled little nipples rubbed up and down the length of Harry’s chest, and
her arms locked around his shoulders as if he were a lifeline of some kind. Harry likewise, shook
and shivered as he shared his newest lover’s pleasure, and his cock spasmed meaningfully inside of
her despite the fact that no seed was coming out.

Across the room Su Li finally managed to collapse onto the couch with her head resting on the
armrest, where she started squirming and rubbing at her pussy lips and clit. Luna’s pussy felt sooo
damned good right now that it was driving her exhausted little body up the wall. Even as she lay
there, her pussy was leaking femcum all over the couch cushions and her nipples were hardening
with runaway arousal…

After mustering up the will to move through the brunt of Luna’s orgasm as it washed over his
body, Harry grabbed the woman up by her thighs and lower back, rose to a seat position and then
pushed himself up to his feet. By the time Luna was fully aware of the changes that he’d made, she
was being fucked hard against the wall like a slutty little casino bunny, and Harry was thumping
his cockhead against the entrance to her womb in a way that had her eyes rolling up into her head.

Holy Hippogriff, Harry,” Luna yelped as her pussy tightened up like a vice and her legs locked
together around his lower back. “Gods! You fuck me so good Harry! Your body, your arms, so
sexy, and your cock, so hard, so hot, so thick, so long, so deep, sooo fulllll… Luna’s words
suddenly broke off into a long warbling moan as her eyes glazed over, her body trembled from
head to toe, and Harry’s balls were splashed with her pussy juices. Then, as if a switch had been
flipped, the woman started releasing a long string of high pitched mewling noises as she frantically
rooted her pussy down on Harry’s dick with all of the strength that her body contained. For an
indeterminable amount of time, the way that Harry’s dick was stretching her to capacity and his
cockhead was slamming at the entrance to her womb over and over became her whole entire world,
and her body shook and shuddered through orgasm after mind melting orgasm. Then there was
Harry’s body… While Harry’s hands were fully occupied holding her up by the meat of her ass,
Luna’s hands roamed Harry’s entire body, groping his stomach and chest and arms, and then
cupping his face so that she could fill his mouth with her tongue. She pressed a sloppy and
passionate makeout session on the man as she bounced on his cock and they both moaned into each
other’s mouths. Pussy juices leaked down both of their thighs causing obscene wet slapping sounds
every time Harry slammed his hips into her, but they didn’t even notice the puddle that they were
standing in. They were of one mind, of one purpose. They were finally, finally, finally fucking
each other after 8 whole years spent thinking about it...

Plap squelch, plap, squelch plap, plap squelch, plap squelch, plap, plap, plap plap, plap, plap plap,
plap, plap plap, plap, plap….

When Luna’s mind slowly broke free from her newest brilliantly bright orgasmic peak, something
inside of her psyche had snapped or unraveled or altered in some indescribable fashion, and her
eyes snapped wide with a feral intensity that they’d never contained before. “Oh Gods Harry!
You’ve broken me! You’ve made me your slutty, cum starved little bunny! Now fuck me like the
breeding bitch that I am! Please! I beg you! Mate me! Drain your balls inside of me! I’m in heat for
you! Fill my womb! Knock me up! Knock me right the fuck up!"

With a growl and a sudden flurry of rapid movement, Harry yanked Luna off the wall, carried her
across the room, lifted her off of his cock and bent her forward over the same armrest that Su Li
was laying her head against. In the single second that followed, Luna and Su immediately started
kissing each other, Harry sank his fingers knuckle deep within Luna’s big beautiful bouncing ass,
lined up his cockhead with her eagerly twitching pussy lips and then hilted himself balls deep
inside of her again. With a speed and aggression that he hadn’t used up until this point, Harry
started slamming his hips into the blonde’s ass, forcing the woman’s upper body to bounce against
her wife and her arms to scramble for purchase. Then he started channeling powerful currents of
raw magic out of both his cock and hands directly into Luna’s core, and he felt the woman’s entire
body start shivering in anticipation of a super powerful final orgasm. “You want my cum Luna?
You want me to put out that fire I can feel growing inside of you?”

“Yesss,” Luna slurred as she drew her mouth away from Su’s to look over her shoulder with a sex
addled expression on her red flushed face. “Breed me Harry! Stuff my womb full of seed! Make
me a mother!”

“You want it, you go it,” Harry breathed out as he rapidly slammed his cock home into the
stunning blonde 5 or 6 more times, hilted himself balls deep inside of her as hard as he could and
then released the magic holding back his orgasm.

Harry nutted so hard he thought he might actually hurt himself, as his balls tensed up hard enough
to become diamonds and his seed launched down his shaft with the velocity of a shotgun blast.
With a feral grunt and a few enthusiastic slaps to Luna’s fantastically attractive ass, he power
washed the woman’s cervix with cum, and the bottled up semen expanded her womb so quickly he
legitimately saw her flinch before her eyes grew as wide as saucers. That was the moment when
Luna’s entire nervous system spontaneously combusted, she climaxed harder than any of them had
felt so far that day, and all 3 of them started moaning, groaning, yelling and or screaming in a
prolonged moment of almost purified euphoric bliss.

Despite the fact that her body was an orgasmic mess of overstimulated nerves, Luna still managed
to grab onto Harry’s ass cheeks to hold his cumming cockhead as deep inside of her as possible.
She humped her red tinted ass cheeks back against his waist and clenched her pussy as hard as she
could so that he’d cum harder and longer and feel better while doing so. Her bunny brain had her
trying as hard as she could to ride Harry’s orgasm to completion and take as much cum as possible
into her desperately hungry little pussy.... Then she failed in that second objective. After only about
20 seconds of receiving Harry’s unbelievably massive load, Luna’s womb was completely filled to
capacity, and her cock plugged pussy began leaking pearly white wads of ultra-thick and gluey
cum. She whimpered as she felt her inner thighs, then her calves and then her feet getting coated in
Harry’s seed, with the knowledge that he was nowhere near done cumming inside of her magically
bolstered and impossibly fertile womb. “Soooo haaawwwt Harrieee,” she mewled with her face
buried in her wife’s shoulder and neck. “You’re not human at aallll… You’re a magical
creeaatuurre… Gaaawwwds...”

Half a minute later, when his orgasm finally came to an end, Harry very slowly pulled his cock out
of Luna’s extremely messy pussy and then erected a barrier spell at the entrance to her womb to
contain all of the sperm that he’d just released. Following that, and a few lazy slaps of his cock
against Luna’s wonderful ass cheeks purely for the fun of it, Harry moved to Su’s right and then
collapsed heavily onto the couch. He’d have to admit to being just a little bit winded at this point.
Between the morning of hiking, the overabundance of magic used, the fucking and the empathic
bond, he’d had a pretty long day… Speaking of empathic bonds… Harry wasn’t feeling it anymore.
At some point near the end there, it must have come to an end…

When Luna staggered by his knees to collapse on his right hand side, and Su moved in from his left
to lean heavily against his side, Harry didn’t need an empathic bond to know that the girls were just
as wrung out as he was. They lounged across his lap, bodies languid and relaxed, expressions free
of all worldly desires. They were worn out for certain, but they still managed to be extremely sexy
about it. Then they were kissing each other sweetly over Harry’s thighs and hugging him tightly
around the waist.

“Do you want to cuddle and watch movies with us, Harry,” Luna asked in her usual completely
innocent tone of voice.

“Uhhh I mean, I’m not empathically bonded to you girls anymore,” Harry pointed out as he
scratched the side of his head. So far as he could remember from earlier, the girls had fully
intended to go back to business as usual just as soon as he finished knocking them up.

“We know that, Harry,” Su replied in her extremely rare and musical little voice. “We’ve changed
our minds... We’ve decided that we want you to cuddle and watch movies with us...”

“…………...Then that’s what you’ll get…..”

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‘Ou fazzered multiple children wiz ze freeloading lesbians,” Fleur yelled out, her voice just the
tiniest bit shy of being a shriek.

“No. No, I didn’t,” Harry immediately replied.

“What do ‘ou mean ‘ou didn’t, ‘Arry,” Gabrielle asked, as she rose up from the side of the bed and
placed her chin on the mattress. “We all just eard ‘ou say zat ‘ou eempregnated ze lesbian
couple…”

“Yes, because I did impregnate them,” Harry agreed. “I haven’t fathered anyone though…”

“Will you explain the difference Harry,” Tonks asked with a hand that was suddenly wrapped
possessively around the base of his cock.

“Before I had sex with Su, I completed a very complex type of suregacy spell on Luna’s ovaries
and vice versa with Su when I had sex with Luna,” Harry rattled off in a dispassionate tone of vice.
“The sperm cells that I released inside of them only contained a little bit of my DNA, mostly to
make up the body of the sperm and the centriole contained inside of it. Centrioles are essential in
reproduction because they’re what allow the female egg cell to divide and grow. For the most part,
this centriole was what Luna and Su Li needed from me, and it's the reason why I’m technically
the person who conceived their children. On the other hand, the sperm cells that I released into
Luna contained mostly Su Li’s genetic material instead of my own and vice versa with Su. The
children that the 2 of them are currently carrying will be more like first cousins of mine rather than
sons or daughters. I am not the father of their children. As happy as Su and Luna were to have my
genes make up the 12-15 percent of genetic material that they couldn’t provide themselves, neither
Luna nor Su actually want me to be the father to their children. They love each other very much,
wanted to find a way to have each other’s children, and aren’t the least bit interested in involving
me in their marriage…

“Except sexually,” added Tonks.

“Except sexually,” Harry agreed. “As it turns out, they’re very interested in that. They’ve already
expressed an interest in revisiting that flower patch again sometime very soon…”

“Can I come,” Tonks immediately asked in a completely serious voice.

“I can’t make any promises, but I will ask on your behalf,” Harry replied with a tiny little shrug.

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Tonks murmured as if speaking to herself.

“Did ‘ou ‘ave sex wiz even more random women ze day after zat,” Gabrielle suddenly asked Harry,
while fisting his blankets in her tiny little hands.

“No,” Harry robotically replied. “Over the next 4 days, Fleur barely ever left my side, and I was
having sex with her nearly around the clock. It wasn’t until late the following week that I had sex
with other women.”

“Give us all of the details,” Tonks whispered against the skin of Harry’s thigh as her hand slowly
returned to milking Harry’s cock under the blanket…

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Author’s note

Once again, this chapter features some plot at the beginning. Personally, I think a little bit of
context makes the smut better, but if you don’t have the time or it’s just not your jam, you can skip
to an elaborate line break with my penname in it about 1/3 the way down the page. The smut will
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“So, did ‘ou ‘ave sex wiz even more random women ze day after zat,” Gabrielle suddenly asked
Harry, while fisting the blankets of his bed in her little hands. Over the last 10 minutes, she’d
listened to the man rattle off about fucking this or that woman, and his sexual escapades were
dangerously close to making her inner proto Veela go completely berserk…

“No, I didn’t,” Harry robotically replied as the Veritaserum continued to force him to be
completely honest. “Over the next 4 days, Fleur barely ever left my side, and I was having sex with
her nearly around the clock. It wasn’t until the beginning of the following week that I had sex with
other women.”

“Give us all of the details,” Tonks whispered against the skin of Harry’s thigh as her hand returned
to jerking Harry’s cock under the blanket…

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The sound of the wind whistling in Harry’s ears was instantly cut off as he cast an adapted bubble
head charm around his entire body. He didn’t know what magic his adversaries were going to
perform to survive flying through Earth’s upper stratosphere, but back home on Mars an extremely
overpowered bubble charm works just fine.

The stretch of the broom racing course that Harry was currently careening through at nearly mach
speed was an extremely long, extremely high altitude, gently sloping arch, so he eased off the
power running to the broom’s stabilizing and steering charms and maxed out the thrust charms to
achieve a nearly explosive level of magical horsepower. Then he was essentially flying a rocket
using his body weight to control his trajectory and it was just as tricky as it sounds, but the
maneuver was allowing him to move like a bat out of hell and he knew that his body was up to the
task.
While passing through the hundreds and hundreds of the smoky rings that designated the bounds of
the racetrack, Harry cast a far-seeing charm on his eyes to stare about a Kilometer further up the
track, and then he grinned wolfishly at what he saw. Greg Savoy, the ridiculous little prick, and his
entire goon squad of lackey racers were dropping speed as they climbed to the apex of the arch,
allowing Harry to finally close the distance and get a crack at the lead. Harry had known this was
going to happen and had been waiting for just this opportunity. The method that the man was using
to cheat wasn’t effective at all when he was flying through an airless vacuum after all...

How did Harry find himself racing through Earth's upper atmosphere you ask? Simple. As it turns
out, if you’re a wizard capable of performing a significant amount of wandless magic, then you’re
automatically disqualified from taking part in Professional Quidditch matches, as no referee is
qualified to tell whether or not you're cheating.

This was an unhappy fact that Harry ended up learning firsthand...

By the time Harry returned to Hogwarts for his 2nd crack at 7th year, he found that he was
beginning to transcend the use of his wand, and as a result, he began practicing the ability to use
wandless magic almost all around the clock. Then, when he and Ginny had their little “parting of
ways'' halfway through the school year, the youngest Weasley almost immediately reported his
newfound abilities to several Quidditch officials that she’d met in the process of trying out for the
Hollyhead Harpies.

And just like that, Harry’s career as a Quidditch Seeker came to a rather spiteful and inglorious
end…

But wait!… There’s more than one flying sport in the world, and there’s a sport that doesn’t give a
damn if you can use wandless magic!

The World Broom Racing Championships is a flying sport where you need to navigate your way
through a series of rings that denote a racing circuit, and if you miss a ring then you either need to
fly back and get it or be disqualified. These racing tracks can span hundreds of Kilometers over
every terrain known to man, but the best part of the sport so far as Harry was concerned was the
fact that every racer was allowed to cast non-lethal spells at each other almost as if they’re taking
part in a high-speed aerial duel.

But wait, you might be saying… Aren’t you, Harry Potter, a mega powerful, Dark Lord killing,
phenom of a wizard that’s going to win every single race almost by default?!

No! That's the best part! The World Broom Racing Championships are jam packed with cheaters,
business cabals, organized crime, insider betting, corrupt officials and various other ne'er do wells,
to the point that every single race has something brand new, ultra-sinister and or interesting to
offer.... It’s great! What’s even better is that Harry is considered enemy number one in the eyes of
literally every other racer on the track, so he generally finds himself having to avoid attacks from
dozens of directions at exactly the same time!

It was so much fun!

The race that Harry was currently taking part in was a prime example of corruption and shameless
cheating, as one of the race officials ended up making the lane that he started his race flying
through almost a full Kilometer longer than anyone else’s by “accident,” with the end result being
that he started out way behind everyone else and was forced to fight his way through all of the
other racers if he wanted to close on the leaders.

Well he’d done it… Over the last 5 plus grueling hours, Harry had fought his way through 37
professional racers that were all dead set on ending his career as he flew over the lion’s share of
Europe, and now he was less than a half a Kilometer behind the leaders in their tightly knit little
group… Harry knew for a fact that Greg Savoy and his team of scumbags were all illegally
contracted to air elementals, which is why they were all so damned hard to keep up with. The wind
spirits pulled them along as they flew and held back their rivals just as much, but at a cost. Greg
savoy and the men that made up his team all had the balance of baby deer when they tried to walk
on land. The wind spirits couched inside of their bodies hated being in contact with the Earth for
any length of time and punished their hosts for forcing them to do so. It wasn’t something that
Harry would’ve subjected himself to even if he was given the opportunity, and the fact that he was
able to keep up with Savoy’s team without having to make such an absurd sacrifice made both
Greg and his teammates angry as all hell.

Long story short, within the next few minutes, when Harry finally caught up with team Savoy,
they were all going to pitch a fit…

And that’s exactly what happened…

Around the time Harry hurtled through the apex of the racing circuit’s last elevated arch and was
about to begin the nearly vertical diving straightaway towards the finish line, Savoy and his
teammates finally caught on to the fact that he was only 2 hundred meters behind them and all 12
of Greg’s lackeys reacted in a predictable fashion. A veritable minefield of high impact curse,
blinding curses, balance destroying curses and Impedimenta spells careened up at him in a ragged
and unpredictable mass that covered Harry’s entire line of approach.

Harry smiled. He loved this part!.... It was time to dance…

Extending his left hand out behind his back, Harry began wandlessly casting a highly powerful
Helium conjuring spell out of his palm to propel himself forward using a gas jet that none of the
Air elementals had any dominion over. Then he used his extended arm like the propulsion system
on a spaceship to push his body back and forth through the incoming spells without ever having to
reduce the power output to his broom’s thrusting charms. He was maneuvering his completely
maxed out broom using what amounted to one of Iron man’s hand rockets and it was just as cool as
it sounds. He juked, he jived, he rolled and he turned through the mass of incoming spells with a
fluid grace that defied description as he caught up and then weaved through all of Savoy’s men...
Then he was releasing a dozen blinding spells of his own, almost as an afterthought, and leaving
behind a group of men that weren’t going to be able to finish the race.

There was one more person left. One more person to pass… Greg Savoy… The man himself. Mr.
World Racing they called him… More like Mr. cheating scumbag….Today for sure, the win was
going to be Harry’s… As the 2 of them dove straight towards the earth at speeds that could barely
be seen by the naked eye, Harry poured all of his focus into the racing broom’s thrust charms, and
strengthened the jet of summoned Helium tenfold to blast himself forward through the air. The
wind that was in between Harry and Savoy attempted to hold him back as if it was suddenly much,
much thicker than usual, but Harry erected a shield shaped like a needle pointed bullet around the
front of his body to cut through the air with as little drag as possible. Then he was only 5 meters
behind Savoy with a hundred meters to go. He was 4 meters behind with only 75, he was 2 meters
behind with 50, he was 1 meter away with 25, he was flying completely even with savoy with just a
few more meters to the finish line.

He was almost there. Just one more push….

And that was the moment when Savoy suddenly lost his cool, turned his focus away from pushing
his broom with everything that he had, and attempted to cast a bludgeoning spell at Harry’s head.
What an idiot!

With laughable ease, Harry wandlessly erected a second Protego shield between the 2 of them that
deflected away the bludgeoning curse, and then he was hurtling through the checkered ring with a
half a meter lead over Savoy.

He’d done it!... He’d won!... Eat shit Greg Savoy, you worthless piece of garbage!

After tearing out of the full speed dive with only meters to spare and then circling the finish line
several times to soak in the deafening cheering of the audience in the multi layered stands, Harry
slowly settled his broom down in the designated area and nonchalantly began moving towards the
winner’s podium. He didn’t turn to regard his competition in any way shape or form as they all
landed around the pitch, because he already knew that the lot of them would only spit at his feet if
he tried to do so. Instead, he merely bounced up to the 1st place podium and then smiled winningly
down at all of the losers that were filling up the stadium below. He didn’t say a word. They all
knew exactly what he was thinking, and it wasn’t kind...

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Later that evening, when a black suit and tie wearing Harry walked into the media spectacle and
feeding frenzy that was the 2005 World racing Championship Celebratory Ball, he immediately
regretted the fact that everyone who took part in the race was contractually obligated to attend and
take part in its various schmaltzy events. Not only that, but the plethora of the penalty clauses
involved in the contract were annoying enough to keep even Harry from blowing it off…

Thankfully, at least this year Harry actually managed to win the race, and hadn’t allowed the
various schemes and traps laid out in his path to stop him from standing atop that podium. Last
year, when he was rerouted right into an active volcano by a very convincing stretch of fake rings
put down by yet another corrupt race official, Harry only managed to get in second place, which
had been a distinctly humbling occasion. At the same time, it was nice to be reminded that he was
only human, and finding normal, non-planet endangering events that still managed to pose a
challenge was becoming harder and harder the more powerful he became as a wizard.

All in all, signing that ridiculous contract to take part in the race was still worth it, even though
Harry wasn’t a huge fan of large and ostentatious social gatherings like Balls and he didn’t
appreciate all of the hoops that he was forced to jump through…

Unfortunately for Harry, there was one additional challenge that he’d have to overcome tonight,
and it was a recurring theme at all of these broom sport related functions.

Hollyhead Harpies second string Seeker, Ginevra Molly Weasley…

Every single time Harry came to one of these A-list Balls or ceremonies or such, he’d end up
spending about a quarter of his time either ignoring or straight up rejecting the redhead’s attempts
to drag him somewhere private. The woman seemed to be under the misguided impression that she
could repair the damages caused by both the love potions she’d dosed him with and then the way
that she’d destroyed his Quidditch career. Unfortunately for Ginny, Harry wasn’t of a similar
opinion, and he wasn’t willing to change his mind. So far as he was concerned, she was lucky he’d
never revealed the dirty little details behind their breakup to the media…

As per usual, even as he walked through a gaudy golden archway leading from the Hotel’s lobby
into the massive Ballroom beyond, Harry caught sight of a woman wearing a forest green ball
gown standing next to a very familiar man… Well… Shit…
Ginny Weasley was Greg Savoy’s date to the ball… Harry could already tell that this was going to
end up being especially annoying…

Walking further into the Ballroom, Harry saw that all of the rest of the flying sport elite were
present as per usual. Famous Quidditch players from most of the biggest teams, all of his
competition from earlier in the day, and then a lot of broom bunnies and hangers on were milling
around at the various food and drink tables, where they were schmoozing with each other... Then of
course, there was the rest of Ginevra’s professional Quidditch team, the Hollyhead Harpies, and
they were all just as attractive as their posters and calendars would lead you to believe. Despite
everything they said to the contrary, that group of you ladies was just as much a modeling agency
as they were a Quidditch team, and as much as Harry disliked Ginevra, even he’d admit that they
were all extremely attractive. Too bad, the women who made up the Harpies were also completely
notorious for having massive sex parties with fantastically expensive admission…

Pass…

Harry definitely wasn’t the type to pay for sex and he wasn’t the type to share with other men even
in magical society where STDs can be completely cured in less than 2 minutes. Besides, as slutty
as Harry knew he was, he never allowed his sexual escapades to become the focus of the various
media sources throughout the world. He straight up refused to give those pricks the satisfaction.
Oh sure, Harry was self-aware enough to know that he was mostly just butthurt about Rita
Skeeter’s ridiculous articles back when he was still attending Hogwarts, but that didn’t change the
fact that he resented most news media sources by default, and never gave them more than the most
obvious information about his life.

One thing was absolutely certain… There was no way in hell Harry could spend a night with any of
the ladies from among the Harpies’ ranks without it becoming front page news the very next
morning.

Long story short, Harry was about to reject the advances of yet another group of approaching
young ladies, but for several different reasons, he hoped to do so as kindly as possible…

“No can do girls,” Harry preemptively announced through a knowing smile as Angelina Johnson,
Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell, AKA the Flying Foxes, the first-string Chasers of the Hollyhead
Harpies, waltzed up, all bouncy and beautiful, and walked a slow assessing circle around his entire
body. “We’ve discussed this several times,” Harry continued when he was completely ignored, and
the girls tightly encircled his body. “Look… You all know that I’m a fan... You know this… Feel
free to call me up when it won’t land me on the front page of every newspaper known to man...”

“Still a prude I see,” Alicia purred as she drew a hand through Harry’s hair and then softly cupped
his cheek.

Still so secretive,” Angelina breathed out into Harry’s ear as she wrapped herself tightly around his
left arm.

“Still so adorable,” Katie squealed from behind, as she jumped up to throw her arms around his
shoulders.

“I don’t get called adorable very often anymore,” Harry mused as he gently took up Katie’s arms
and then slowly drew them up over his head. Then he was standing in front of the 3 Gryffindor
women with an amused smile that he couldn’t quite conceal from his face. “When are you girls
going to give up on getting me involved in all of your Harpies’ craziness?

Angelina, Alicia and Katie turned to look at each other with facial expressions that clearly
conveyed that such a thing would never happen, and then they each struck a pose as if to accentuate
what Harry was missing.

In all honesty, it couldn’t be denied that Harry was missing out on a lot...

Alicia Spinnet’s mother was a witch that had migrated to Britain from Rio in her youth, so the
young woman had a distinctly Brazilian body type, with jet black hair and that golden skin tone
that Harry always enjoyed so much. During her time with the Harpies, she’d gone through a course
of magical alterations that had her wide Brazilian hips and ass sculpted to absolute perfection and
her tiny little tummy made even smaller. Tonight, she was wearing a slip of an orangey red dress
that lifted her upper average sized breasts nearly to the point of falling out.

Katie Bell, English descent born and raised, had never been especially curvy, nor had she been
noticeably augmented to become so since she first joined the Harpies. What she was instead… was
an absurd level of baseline cuteness that was being magically accentuated to the point of
weaponization… With her ultra large, ultra-deep and soulful hazel eyes, her expensively
maintained and lustrous brunette hair, her lightly freckled and innocent looking little face, her
button nose and her tiny little mouth, Katie Bell was the type to completely bankrupt CEOs in their
attempt to spoil her rotten... Harry couldn’t figure out how Katie could still look so pure and
innocent given the debaucherous life that she was currently living, but it was far more likely that
she knew her own appeal and was merely playing her part... Either way… Katie Bell was heart
meltingly adorable in her insubstantial light pink cocktail dress, and there was just no use denying
it…

Angelina Johnson’s mom was a South African Witch Doctor while her dad was an English Healer
at St Mungo’s. With that being the case, Angelina had beautiful, milk chocolate skin like that
Muggle actress Halle Berry, and a full set of outrageous curves that could make any actress on
Earth turn positively green with envy. The woman was thicc in all of the right places without
having even a speck of flab around her middle due to her extremely active lifestyle. Hell, even back
at Hogwarts, Angelina’s breasts, ass and thighs had already been the stuff of legend, and that was
before the Harpies spent a boatload of Galleons magically bolstering her sex appeal. Tonight, she
was wearing a skin tight and low cut pure white party dress that had Harry dangerously close to
planting his face ears deep in her outrageously abundant cleavage…

Yeap… It was official… Angelina, Alicia and Katie were a huge source of pent up lust for Harry,
and that wasn’t something that he was all that used to dealing with anymore. He wanted the 3 of
them, but he couldn’t touch them. The reason for the prohibition was obvious… They were all
extremely open and transparent with the media, thus they would never be able to keep him out of
the newspapers…

“Yes, yes, all 3 of you are completely captivating and I know very well that I’m missing out,”
Harry casually admitted as he waved his hand and floated 4 flutes of champagne into their hands.
Then the words that Harry was about to say were suddenly interrupted…

“Will the top 6 leading racers please come up to the presentation area to be auctioned off,” a
magically bolstered voice announced over the din of conversation.

“Say what now,” Harry asked in a quiet voice.

“Looks like the boy didn’t read the thirteenth page of fine print this year,” Alicia mused with a
smile in her voice.

“You’re about to be auctioned off to spend 2 hours alone in a swanky little VIP area, with a few of
your biggest fans to eat, drink and… talk…,” Angelina added with a wink.
“I think it’s cute,” Katie added in a carefree tone of voice. “All of the proceeds are going to Dragon
Pox research.”

“Well… shit,” Harry quietly breathed out as he waved a long suffering goodbye towards the trio of
young women, walked across the room, moved up the stairs and then sidled into place right next to
the podium. Soon enough, he had Greg Savoy awkwardly wobbling in on his left hand side as the
runner up and giving him a grimace of distaste. Then the man’s expression smoothed over as he
saw the thinly veiled annoyance on Harry's face and recognized the source of his frustration.

“You didn’t know about the auction,” Greg whispered with a growing smile on his face. “Hah…
Have fun getting harassed by some sweaty 50 year old man for 2 hours, while I fuck Ginny
Weasley in every position imaginable. I peeked into her purse while she was in the bathroom, so I
know for a fact that she brought just over 6,000 Galleons to purchase some of my time…”

Mostly due to the fact that having Ginny romantically involved with Greg would neatly solve one
of his problems by sacrificing a person that he found annoying, Harry definitely hoped that the
man was right. Unfortunately, he wasn’t all that certain that he could bank on Ginevra Molly
Weasley acting rationally or reasonably, since in his experience... she never did…

For the following 10 minutes, Harry and Greg stood there on the stage like statues as the men that
were racing with them were auctioned off for a couple hundred Galleons each, generally to their
loved ones who wanted to save them from an awkward couple of hours. Then it was finally Greg
Savoy’s turn and the man was turning towards the audience with his most dazzling of smiles.

“100 galleons,” a morbidly obese woman immediately called out in an enthusiastic voice.

“150,’ a chubby middle aged man called out next.

Both Harry and Greg waited for Ginny to call out her 6,000 to bring the painfully awkward auction
battle between obese woman and chubby man to an end. Then it just never happened… Looking
over in Ginny’s direction, Harry swallowed at what she saw.

The woman was staring directly at him with the intensity of a bird of prey…

Shit…

“Personally, I think you’re a fucking scumbag Greg,” Harry whispered as the fat woman and the
chubby man continued to compete to see who had the deeper pockets. “That doesn’t change the
fact that what Ginny has in mind with that 6,000 galleons of hers has nothing to do with your
quality as a human being. She’s my ex from way back at Hogwarts and she has no intention of
leaving me unmolested…”

In the moments that followed Harry’s whispered comment, Greg looked like he was about to get
angry at him, only to pause as he caught on to the very real warning couched within his words. “Is
the woman really that deranged?”

“If I absolutely must be alone with her, I will be very careful to avoid any and all magical forms of
manipulation,” Harry whispered back, even as he scanned the room with his eyes. He needed an
out of some kind… There had to be someone… There!

Angelina, Alicia and Katie were bopping around the room together and flirting with every man in
sight, but thankfully for Harry, something about him being up for auction was amusing them
enough that they were watching him with half an eye. With a subtle wave of his finger, he
connected all 4 of their minds using an Auror spell that was designed to convey surface level
thoughts from one person to another. Then he thought his proposition across the room directly into
their minds. “Ginny Weasley is about to spend 6,000 Galleons plus to purchase my time. I do not
want to spend 2 hours alone with my most persistent and unhinged of exes… If you ladies purchase
me instead, I’ll pay you back in full and I’ll make it worth your time.”

In a synchronized movement that ended up being noticed by several different people all around the
room, Angelina, Alicia and Katie’s heads suddenly swiveled to stare in Harry’s direction, and their
eyes began burning with terribly concealed mischief.

“Make it worth our time… how,” Angelina thought back in Harry’s direction, even as Greg
wobbled out of the room hand in hand with the morbidly obese woman.

“As long as it’s not completely absurd, then you can name your price. I’ll owe you a favor,” Harry
mentally replied while giving the trio of ladies a very meaningful look.

“Up next, the first place finisher of the 2005 World Broom Racing Championships, one of the
most powerful wizards ever to walk this Earth with a storied life that’s cloaked in both intrigue and
mystery, Most Noble and Ancient Lord Harry Potter,” called out the auctioneer.

“500 Galleons,” called out the same chubby man from before.

“600 galleons,” countered a rather pretty young lady from across the room.

“6,000 galleons,” Ginny suddenly announced without ever looking away from Harry’s face.

The din of both conversation and movement all around the ballroom came to a sudden and
complete stop, as well over 150 people gaped at the massive bid raise that Ginny Weasley of the
Harpies had just lay down…

“Uh, well... okay then,” the auctioneer slowly replied, his professional smoothness completely
derailed by shock… “6,000 galleons to Ms. Ginny Weasley, 6,000 Galleons... going once… going
twice…”

“9,000 galleons,” Angelina, Alicia and Katie all called out at the same time with their hands linked
together up in the air.

For the second time in just 15 seconds, the entire ballroom came to a sudden and absolute stop.
Conversion rates being what they were, the Flying Foxes had just offered to spend about 500,000
Muggle pounds to spend 2 hours alone with Harry Potter.

“9 thou… “ the auctioneer breathed out as all 3 of the Flying Foxes approached the stage and
plunked down 3 nearly identical mokeskin pouches that created a loud jangling sound against the
stage. When he cast a glance over to see if Ms. Weasley intended to raise her bid again, the
auctioneer flinched at what he saw. A second later, when he managed to look back in her direction,
the woman’s openly murderous expression was gone as if it never existed. “9,000 galleons ladies
and gentlemen,” the auctioneer slowly announced in a completely astonished and overly dramatic
tone of voice. “Going once… Going twice……. Sold for 9,000 Galleons to all 3 of the Flying
Foxes! Go ahead and collect your very, very lucky prize ladies.”

With happy smiles on their faces and with the unbridled enthusiasm that they do absolutely
everything, Angelina, Alicia and Katie bounced up onto the stage, wrapped their arms around
every inch of Harry’s body and drew him across the room towards the prearranged VIP area.
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When Harry first saw the room that had been put aside for him and whomever ended up bidding
for his time, he almost winced at what the conveners of this event expected of the participants.
While the room did indeed have a fully loaded buffet dinner area, a fully stocked bar and a sitting
area with several comfortable looking chairs, it also had a hot tub in the corner and a couch that
was long and wide enough to be used as a bed. Very suddenly, Harry felt a powerful moment of
sympathy for Greg Savoy being all alone with that random obese woman, regardless of the fact
that the man was a complete piece of shit…

Well, well, well,” Alicia mused as she entered the room behind Harry and surveyed what was
being offered.

Looks like we’ll be quite comfortable and well taken care of between Harry’s rather bold promise
and this room,” Angelina added just a moment later.

“I’m really looking forward to having Harry spoil me,” Katie admitted without an ounce of
hesitation.

I’ll contact the Goblins to transfer 3,000 galleons to each of you,” Harry began with a relieved
smile on his face.

“Don’t bother Harry,” Angelina immediately countered as she glided across the room to take a seat
on the couch. “I enjoy the turnaround that’s currently taking place, what with you getting bought
and paid for to entertain us… Not only that, but the 3 of us have a few demands of you…”

After taking seats to Angelina’s right and left, Alicia and Katie both enthusiastically nodded their
heads.

“Well, I did say name it,” Harry admitted as he moved to stand in front of the 3 ladies. “What do
you girls have in mind?”

We want an excuse to see you more often and we think that having a room put aside for our use in
your Europan and Martian hotels will work nicely,” Angelina announced with a finger to her
bottom lip. We want somewhere comfortable that we can go to get away from Earth’s various
media outlets, and we want you at our beck and call whenever we can get away...”

After blinking his eyes several times in surprise, Harry decided not to mention the fact that renting
rooms in those particular hotels for just a quarter of a year would cost more money than the girls
just spent purchasing him. Instead, he merely arched an eyebrow at the second part of Angelina’s
demand. “I own both of those businesses so putting a room out of service for the 3 of you is
doable, but I don’t actually cater to the whims of my clientele,”
“What we really want is to arrange a time and a place away from the media so that you’ll finally
fuck us,” Katie suddenly admitted, completely bypassing all of the sexy banter that Harry and
Angelina were about to take part in. “Personally, I also want to have a really good nap with you
spooning me gently from behind, but mostly, yeah, the 3 of us want to do a whole lot of fucking!”

In the very quiet moment that followed, Alicia gently patted Katie on the head as if the woman
were a pet dog or something,

Angelina rolled her eyes and shook her head in bemusement, but she never went so far as to dispute
Katie’s words. Instead, she bit at her bottom lip and ran her hands down both of her thighs. “You
see Harry… The 3 of us… We’ve been hearing things… rumors. We’ve been hearing that you’re
the best of the best in matters sexual, and we think we deserve some pampering from a man that
we actually give a damn about...”

“After all the wild parties that you girls are taking part in, you still want to have sex on your days
off? “ Harry wasn’t actually trying to be hurtful. His was a valid question, because while all of the
girls on the Harpies were extremely expensive so far as entertainers went, that didn’t change the
fact that they were in very high demand...

“We, the 3 of us, we’re Harpies, Harry,” Angelina answered meaningfully as she gestured at herself
and her friends. “We’ve taken part in every single one of the magical alterations, we’ve accepted
every Runic tattoo that the contract stipulates… We’re the real deal… We’re always in the mood
for sex… If you can offer us some really, really good sex, then the 3 of us would be.... grateful…”

With eyebrows furrowing at some of the implications of Angelina’s words, Harry thoroughly
scanned all 3 of the girls’ bodies using his magic for the very first time, and his lips drew into a
thin little line at what he sensed happening underneath their skin. “You know girls… A lot of the
magic I’m sensing inside of you isn’t the kind of thing that a woman would… or should, ever
consent to,” he quietly breathed out…

“But we have,” Angelina immediately admitted. “We’re fantastically famous and wealthy
Quidditch superstars. We did what we considered necessary to achieve our dreams.”

“Runes to lower your sexual inhibitions, Runes to give your voices an overtly erotic and suggestive
quality, Runes to make your bodies continually give off powerfully sexual pheromones, Runes to
change your body chemistry so that you’re more easily and more completely aroused, Runes to
accentuate your curves, Runes to make your pussies wetter, hotter and slipperier, Runes to make
your sex organs more elastic and tighter, Runes that act as contraceptives, Runes to make you more
sensitive to pleasure, Runes to make you softer inside and out, Runes to continuously generate
Endorphins every time you even think about sex, Runes to…” Harry’s words suddenly came to a
stop when Angelina started giving him a very hard look.

“A comprehensive library of well-constructed Runic tattoos combining both passive and manual
effects that transformed three inherently slutty teenage girls into absolute, whorish perfection,”
Angelina slowly described with eyes that were simultaneously challenging and aroused. “I don’t
want to repeat myself Harry… We did what we considered necessary to achieve our dreams… We
consented to this… We enjoy this...”

“Well fine then,” Harry snapped back with a glare of his own as he began pacing around the room
like a caged in animal. For several moments in a row, he walked fast paced laps around the sitting
area, muttering to himself as his body began to give off a massive outpouring of ambient magic
that thickened the air all around the room. Then his eyes suddenly snapped wide open and flared a
luminous green for just a single moment, and he turned to stare down at the 3 witches sitting on the
couch. “Okay… Look… I’m not going to tell you girls what to do with your lives or your careers,
but seriously… Please, please, contact me when you finally decide that you want to take back
control of your bodies. I promise, I can have every single one of those Runes either removed or
altered to be more user friendly in less than a week…”

“Wait! You’ll what,” Angelina gasped out in her surprise.

“Not fucking possible,” Alicia seconded just a second later.

“The Runes are attached directly to our magic,” Katie added immediately after that. “They’re
impossible to remove or alter without causing serious damage to our magical cores. They’re very,
very, very permanent. We knew that when we took them on… We made peace with that…

After a single moment passed where Harry just stared down at the 3 ladies with his head cocked at
an angle, he slowly pointed a finger up at his own face. “Uhhhh girls… I’m Harry Potter…”

And then the Flying Foxes were stunned to the point of immobility and were staring up at Harry as
if he was a unicorn that was skull fucking a dragon.

“We’re going to have to change our plans ladies,” Angelina choked out in a tiny little voice, as she
quickly drew her teammates’ faces towards her own. Over the next minute or 2, the girls shared a
rapid back and forth of extremely quiet words, and they appeared to get more and more animated
with every passing second…

“Full spread times 50,” Alicia agreed out loud when they all finally pulled away again.

“500 percent, nothing held back,” Katie seconded with eyes that were damp with emotion.

While at first Harry opened his mouth intending to give the girls some kind of platitude about not
owing him anything, the look that all 3 of the Foxes suddenly gave him froze him right in his
tracks. Then the ladies were rising to their feet, forcing Harry to sit down on the couch, and
buzzing around the room with extreme purpose behind their every movement.

Angelina went to a nearby record player, where she started playing something smooth but upbeat
and jazzy, Alicia retrieved a bottle of champagne and poured Harry a glass, and Katie moved to the
hot tub in the corner to make sure that it was warmed up. Then all 3 of the Foxes were standing in
front of Harry with openly hungry expressions on their faces.

“We brought 9,000 Galleons tonight specifically because we intended to win you,” Angelina
finally admitted.

“We wanted to have you dance, serve, and then fuck us rotten,” Alicia immediately added.

“I still want you to big spoon me at some point,” Katie reiterated once again with an oddly
determined expression on her face.

“The situation’s changed now though, ”Angelina whispered in a voice heavily laden with emotion.
“Now it’s the 3 of us that owe you, and I’m not sure if any amount of carousing can repay what
you’re offering us…” To underscore the importance of her words Angelina swallowed heavily as
she placed a hand on the flat of her belly. You’re offering us the return of our ability to have
children…”

“The contraception Runes,” Harry murmured as he realized the full scope of the sacrifice that the
girls had made for their careers.

“We thought we were okay with it,” Alicia whispered while looking at her feet. “For several years,
we actually were okay with it… but we’re not 18 anymore…”

“More and more over the last few years, we’ve realized exactly what we’ve given up and we’ve
mourned the families that we could’ve had…” Angelina’s words suddenly broke off as she closed
her eyes, drew in a deep and shaky breath and then smiled beatifically down at Harry. “But then
you just stood there, and you stared down at us with that sexy puzzled expression on your face, and
you said… I’m Harry Potter… and I believed… no. I know… that everything will be alright…”

Instead of speaking, Katie moved up beside Harry, dropped down onto the couch at his side and
hugged him tightly around the waist with her face pressed into his chest.

“We have 3 more years until our contract with the Harpies ends,” Alicia explained as she took a
step closer to Harry’s side. “For that length of time, the Runes on our bodies are actually
beneficial. They’ll protect us from the slings and arrows inherent in the lives that we're living…”

“When that period of time ends,” Angelina continued. “Please remove some of the more pervasive
Runes from our bodies. Please allow us the ability to deactivate the Runes that grant us unnatural
sexuality. Please allow us the ability to have children.”

“Please, please, please allow us to have your children,” Katie whispered into the skin of Harry’s
neck.

“We don’t expect you to marry us,” Angelina quickly added, when Harry’s eyes suddenly widened.
“We’d be perfectly happy to spend our entire lives as your concubines.”

“We’re also filthy fucking rich, so we don’t have any need of your money,” Alicia furthered.

“We’re only trying to convey our devotion,” Katie assured with an even tighter squeeze of her
arms.

“We’re very, very fucking devoted,” Alicia agreed with a completely manic expression growing on
her face.

“We’re yours… Master,” Angelina finished as she stepped up to Alicia’s side.

For the second time in less than a minute, Harry opened his mouth intending to protest, only to find
himself being shushed by the extremely serious expressions on Angelina, Alicia and Katie’s faces.
While they all knew that this conversation wasn’t over, not in the slightest, for the moment, he
didn’t say a word. He merely nodded his understanding.

And then Katie was gently undoing the buttons of Harry’s black suit, Angelina was dropping to her
knees to unclasp and pull down his pants, and Alicia was sitting on the floor to tear off his shoes.
Katie was the first to succeed, and she began kissing little lipstick marks all over his neck, chest
and stomach muscles with a happy smile on her face that had him affectionately rubbing her cheek.
Alicia had his shoes off next and she was joining Katie fussing at his ab muscles with an
expression of lusty appreciation. Finally, Angelina managed to pull his pants down over the lead
pipe that was his growing erection, at which point his full sized cock sprang up to lay heavily
across her entire face.

“Gods and Goddesses,” Angelina breathed out directly into the smooth, rock hard flesh of Harry’s
cock as her eyes went cross eyed and her mouth dropped open in shock.

“Bloody Hell,” Alicia added with hands that were suddenly dropping down her body to rub at her
inner thighs.
“Soooo beautiful,” Katie breathed out as she slowly dropped to sprawl across the couch on her
belly and lay her chin atop Harry's thigh. “It’s so…”

“Delicious,” Angelina interrupted in a squeak after allowing her tongue to unfurl against the
cumvein of Harry’s cock. “I can’t even begin to describe it… He… He tastes… powerful...
superior…”

Without a word, Alicia dropped to her knees next to Angelina where she pressed her wide open
mouth to the side of Harry’s cockhead, and Katie did the same to the base of his shaft from her spot
atop his thigh. Then both women were shivering in arousal at the taste and smell of the hot smooth
and throbbing flesh underneath their tongues.

After pressing her finger to a spot on her left rib to channel magic through one of her Runic tattoos,
Angelina was the first to attempt to take Harry’s cock into her mouth. Immediately after she
wrapped her plush and cushiony lips around his overly bulbous cockhead, Harry knew exactly
what the Rune she’d just activated was meant to accomplish. Angelina’s mouth was stretching far
more than was natural and her tongue was quite a bit longer than he would’ve expected. She was
making use of her body’s upgrades to better handle the size of his cock, and the end result had
Harry groaning towards the ceiling.

“That’s right Master,” Alicia whispered as she reached up to fondle Harry’s balls in her hands.
“We’re considered the best of the best in the entertainment industry for a reason. Our mouths and
tongues can stretch and vibrate while releasing ambient waves of pleasurable magic directly into
your skin.”

“Our skin also releases a magical oil that heightens pleasure and soothes away pain,” Katie cooed
as she wrapped both of her hands around Harry’s shaft and began slowly milking his cock up into
Angelina’s tightly sucking mouth.

“Our pussies… Well, our pussies are fucking amazing,” Alicia added as she eased in under Harry’s
legs to begin kissing and licking at his heavy hanging balls.

“We can take this absurdly thick, long and perfect dick balls deep inside of us with minimum
struggle as if we’re Veela or Succubi,” Katie breathed out directly into the skin of Harry’s shaft as
her wringing hands picked up speed and her body began to vibrate in arousal.

After popping her mouth off of the end of Harry’s cockhead, Angelina whimpered her excitement
directly against his dicktip and then began kissing at the rest of his cockhead as if it was the love of
her life. “I promise we‘ll use every skill that we’ve ever picked up to spoil you Master,” she
announced with a newly desperate quality to her voice. “The 3 of us will spend our entire lives
serving you both in and out of bed. Just, please, please don’t keep me from this glorious cock.
Please don’t force me to live my life without this dick balls deep in my pussy.”

And then Angelina Johnson, team captain of the Hollyhead Harpies, was shoving her soft
chocolatey lips back down the length of Harry’s shaft and taking enough of his cock into her
tightly sucking throat that she forced Katie’s hands to overlap around his base. She was determined
to prove just how eager she was to serve, and she did so by mercilessly throating herself up and
down the length of his dick like a woman possessed, glucking, gagging, hacking, moaning and
whimpering the whole entire time. She clutched at Harry’s thighs, waist and ass to anchor herself
in place as she scrubbed her esophagus around 3/4 of his cock, and she swallowed as hard as she
could every time she couldn’t take anymore.

“Bloody Hell, Angie’s really delivering her A game,” Alicia breathed out after popping her mouth
off of Harry’s left testicle. “I think we need to show our captain that we mean business too. If
you’d stand up for us, Master?...

With a knowing look on her face, Angelina started shuffling back on the carpet to give Harry room
to stand, drawing him up and away from the couch with her sharply sucking mouth latched firmly
around his flared out cockhead. Then, when Harry was standing 4 feet in front of the couch, Alicia
and Katie dropped to their knees at Angelina’s sides and began rubbing at Harry’s thighs and
stomach with extremely excited expressions on their faces.

Popping her mouth off from around Harry’s head, Angelina turned to her teammates, and gave
them a significant look. “Naked, collared and sharing ASAP.”

With a wordless nod, Alicia immediately began banishing their dresses and jewelry onto the couch-
side table, revealing that the three of them did indeed have a series of stylized Runic tattoos
covering both their ribs and their hips bordering their thighs and ass cheeks.

At the same time, Katie started conjuring a trio of identical leather collars around all three of their
necks. The collars were black with green embroidery and featured the initials HP on the front in
shiny golden letters.

“We’ve officially become your bitches Master,” Angelina explained in a throaty purr as she ran a
finger along the bottom of her brand new collar.

“In just 3 years’ time we’ll become your breeding bitches,” Alicia added, while lovingly running
both of her hands up and down the length of Harry’s spit shined and slippery cock.

“In the meantime, we want to spoil you completely rotten,” Katie finished with an angelic smile on
her face and a soft little hand contact juggling his balls.

“One minute intervals,” Angelina breathed out in a very serious voice. Then Alicia and Katie were
nodding their understanding again even as their team captain took his cockhead back into her
mouth and wrapped her fantastically huge tits around almost the entirety of his shaft.

Gods…

Harry’s cock was big enough and long enough that there was a very, very short list of women that
could completely smother his shaft. To have a woman be able to come as close as Angelina was
without having even an ounce of extra fat on her body was miraculous to the point of absurdity. It
was exactly as Harry had always known it’d be… Angelina Johnson was a tit fucking goddess, and
she proved that much by flattening her fat breasts together around his drool slickened shaft, rubbing
them up and down his meat in a slow and sexy tempo, and bobbing her hungrily sucking mouth
around however much of his cock managed to poke out of her cleavage. Harry’s massive cock
was... gone. It was entirely submerged within an infinitely soft form of heaven made up of hot,
creamy tit flesh, and wet, hungrily sucking mouth. Harry groaned long and low, his head reeling
back on his shoulders and his eyes closing tight at the overabundance of stimulation that he was
receiving.

Then a second and third pair of lips attached themselves around his overfilled and throbbing balls
and Harry grunted loudly in a moment of almost cum spilling pleasure. With wide eyes, Harry
looked down between his feet, where he saw Katie and Alicia sucking on his balls with mouths
that were honest to Gods vibrating. Then he looked up into Angelina’s eyes just in time for her
mouth to also begin thrumming rhythmically around both his shaft and his head.

“Fuuuuck,” Harry growled as his hands softly cupped Katie and Alicia’s cheeks and he stared
intently down into Angelina’s eyes. “Your mouths are magic ladies, my Gods, I never even
imagined that you’d be so gohood, fuck.” Harry’s ability to speak was suddenly destroyed by the 3
women nearly doubling the intensity that their mouths and tongues were moving around his cock
and balls. Katie and Alicia’s mouths and tongues were a blur of motion and their hands groped,
rubbed and massaged at every inch of his body that they could reach.

When the first minute ended, Alicia and Angelina immediately swapped positions without a word
so that the stunning young half Brazilian woman could take Harry’s cock into both of her hands
and start licking the very tip of his crown with a powerfully vibrating tongue. After about 10
seconds of this treatment, she suddenly popped his entire cockhead into her mouth and started
sucking hard enough to vacuum seal her magically pulsing cheeks around his flared out glands.

By this point, Harry was actually expecting this kind of thing, but of course Alicia would have to
be a cock teasing genius who had a tonguing game strong enough to get his legs shaking and his
breath coming out in ragged little gasps. She knew it too… There was an almost evil sense of
knowing contained within the woman’s eyes as she stared unblinkingly up into his own. Alicia
Spinnet had no need to suffer the trauma involved in gagging herself upon his length. She knew
very well that she could and would bring his cock to spilling all over her with merely the
mesmerizing sexuality of her tongue and lips…

Gods…

When the third minute started, Katie suddenly released a high pitched squeal of excitement, pushed
Alicia under Harry’s spread apart legs and then took up a very prim and proper cocksucking
position in front of him with both of her hands locked together behind her back. Then she stared up
into his eyes with a very expectant expression on her face for several seconds before opening her
mouth as wide as she could. The woman’s innocent hazel eyes were sparkling with eagerness and
her compact little body was vibrating from head to toe in her mounting excitement.

With an idea of what Katie wanted and a small wave of his hand, Harry conjured the adorable
woman a short leather leash that clipped into the ring of her collar, and then he began drawing her
mouth towards his dick in a slow but implacable movement. As it turns out, he needn’t have
applied any strength whatsoever. Katie never even started to resist...

It was exactly the opposite…

Katie appeared to be completely thrilled that Harry had figured out her intentions, and she proved
that by taking more and more of his cock into her tiny little mouth with the same tenacity as a
snake trying to devour an entire antelope. She pushed and she wiggled and she glucked and she
wheezed and her eyes moistened as she shoved more and more of Harry’s thick and meaty cock
down her much too tiny throat… and by some bizarre mixture of magic and sheer enthusiastic
determination, it worked. With a wet popping sound and a moan of both excitement and triumph,
the smaller woman managed to press her chin firmly against the flesh of Harry’s balls.

Fuuuuck….

Katie Bell’s tightly clenching little throat was a deepthroating marvel made possible by her nearly
unparalleled trust, paired with an easy submission that had absolutely nothing to do with
masochism. No. Katie’s motive was far simpler than that. She was a giver… The woman was a
cock sucking saint and she was performing a miracle in real time upon Harry’s dick. Then she
suddenly reactivated the Runes that made her mouth, tongue and throat vibrate as they released
pulses of warm pleasurable magic directly into his shaft from every conceivable direction, and
Harry’s entire body jerked with the explosion of air that left his lungs. “Merlin Katie.”

With a happy little wink, the youngest Flying Fox began swallowing upon Harry’s entire cock
before drawing her tightly pursed lips about halfway up his length. Then she was shoving her
mouth back down to kiss at his base again, and she was repeating the effort over and over again.
Soon enough, all three of the Flying Foxes had vibrating mouths and tongues wrapped around
every inch of his sex again, and Harry was legitimately floored by how unbelievably talented the 3
of them were.

“It’s time I blow his fucking mind,” Alicia suddenly announced to her teammates as she popped her
mouth off of Harry’s right testicle and disappeared between his legs. Harry’s eyes widened slightly
because he did actually have an idea of what Alicia had in mind, but he still felt his body tense up
just a bit when a spell that the ravenette woman cast suddenly cleaned and lubricated his asshole,
and a pair of hands began spreading his asscheeks apart. Then Alicia was gently licking at and
probing her tongue against his anal sphincter even as Angelina drew his cock back in between her
massive fucking tits and Katie was hugged his right thigh from her spot just beneath his tightly
clenching balls.

“That’s right Master,” Katie purred up at Harry with her lips brushing softly against both of his
hanging testicles and a hand wrapped behind Angelina’s rapidly bobbing head. “The 3 of us don’t
suffer from the normal variety of hesitation, we’re completely unconcerned with shame, and we
want to give you everything that our magically modified bodies have to offer. The special treatment
that we’re prepared to give you from this point forward would bankrupt even the Nimbus broom
company in no time at all… and we’re really, really looking forward to it…”

“You ladies are the very best variety of freaks,” Harry groaned out as Angelina returned his cock
into a prison of her creamy soft titflesh and her desperately sucking mouth, Katie chipmunked her
cheeks around both of his hefty balls, and Alicia began rimming his ass with her devilishly talented
and vibrating little tongue. All 3 girls were pouring their entire being into bringing whatever part of
his sex they were currently focusing on as much pleasure as they possibly could, and all 3 of them
were rubbing, groping or massaging at his thighs, stomach, ass and back with their eagerly roaming
hands.

Every single inch of Harry’s lower body was being worked over from every single angle, and one
thing was becoming more and more certain with every single second that passed… The service that
Harry was currently receiving was far, far beyond being merely world class, and it was waaay too
much for him to take for long without cumming his fucking brains out. Harry’s balls were tensing
up, his shaft was throbbing meaningfully in Angelina’s mouth, and his entire body was shaking in
his current state of extreme overstimulation. For an indeterminable amount of time, he basked in
the overabundant attention that the ladies were giving him, and he didn’t bother magically
controlling his release in the slightest. One thing was extremely obvious right from the get-go. The
Flying Foxes were not interested in having Harry hold back his orgasms…

They wanted his cum. They wanted it bad…

Harry was already just moments away from cumming when Angelina and Katie suddenly switched
places, and judging purely by the look on the smallest Flying Fox’s face, Katie knew exactly how
close he was. With a salacious little wink and a wide open mouth, the woman launched herself face
first towards his balls, impaling her entire gullet upon his shaft in one long and extraordinarily
aggressive swallow that culminated in her lips making a perfect suctiony seal around the base of his
cock. Then the woman was rapidly swallowing over and over again, and her entire throat was an
intensely vibrating mass of hot, slippery, tightly clenching muscle.

Harry’s eyes drifted up into his head for a moment as he reeled backwards to look up at the ceiling
and twined his fingers through the impish little chaser’s hair. “Fucking Gods girls. I’m close...“
“Yes! Do it! Cum! Cum down Katie’s slutty little throat! Then cum in my mouth, on my face!
Cover my tits! Bathe me in your seed,” Angelina shouted in her rapidly escalating arousal.

Then Alicia was sliding into place right beside Angelina and was staring up into Harry’s eyes with
that same completely manic expression on her face as before. “I want to taste and feel your cum all
over my body Master! I want you to mark me inside and out with your burning hot seed! I want it! I
want it now! I want it all over me!”

“You want it, you got it,” Harry groaned out as he felt his balls clenching up tightly against his
shaft and his cockhead spasming deep within Katie’s frantically swallowing throat. “Take it girls!
Take my cum in those sexy little mouths of yours, memorize the taste, and learn to appreciate your
new protein heavy diet, fuuuuck!”

After grabbing Katie by the back of her head to hold her lips firmly against the base of his dick,
Harry started cumming hard enough that his entire body shook and his legs visibly wobbled
beneath him.

Within just the first second of her new Master’s orgasm, Katie knew for certain that she wasn’t
going to be able to take in all of his supermassive load. She was swallowing as fast as she possibly
could, and yet a red hot liquid mass was still beginning to stretch her magically elastic throat right
to its very limits. Then she felt the exact moment when she finally failed to contain all of his
unbelievably thick, hot and gluey seed when it began washing back up her throat to fill and then
leak out of her obscenely O’d out little mouth. On the bright side, Katie finally managed to taste
some of her Master’s unnaturally delicious seed, causing her to release a long, broken and slutty
moan as her pussy twitched and leaked juices all over the carpeted floor. On the other hand, her
eyes soon started fluttering as her body demanded that she stop obstructing her airway, at which
point she felt Harry begin forcing her lips back up and off the length of his shaft. Of course, she
immediately started whimpering piteously, as she absolutely hated being denied all of the freshly
cooked cum that her Master was feeding her.

When Harry finally popped his dick out of Katie’s extraordinarily possessive little mouth, she
started to give him the most adorable sulky expression, but then she immediately started smiling
prettily up at him again when he turned his cockhead back in her direction and painted her entire
face a shiny, pearly white. Then Angelina and Alicia were lining up their faces right next to Katie’s
so that they could receive their portion of Harry’s rapidfire load, and they both immediately started
moving their newly cum covered mouths towards his continuously cumming cock. After grabbing
Harry’s dick a little over halfway up his shaft with both of her hands, Angelina quickly popped his
cockhead into her mouth and tried as hard as she possibly could to chug all of his remaining load.
In a similar fashion to Katie, Angelina only managed to swallow Harry’s seed for 10 or perhaps 11
seconds at most before it suddenly started spilling from within her mouth to drip like vanilla icing
all over her big, beautiful milk chocolate colored tits. Then Alicia was popping Harry’s cock out of
her newly rapturous, team captain’s mouth, and stuffing it into her own with similar results. Within
no time at all, a deluge of seed was spilling from within the Brazilian woman’s tightly pursed lips
to spill down her neck and coat her breasts in a frothy white glaze.

With Alicia moaning whorishly around a mouth packed full of piping hot cum and her eyes frosting
over in a lust drunk haze, Katie suddenly launched herself at Harry’s newly freed cock mouth first,
and once again tried her level best to asphyxiate herself upon his seed. With her arms locked
behind her back, she leaned her entire body weight behind her mouth, cramming her throat down
his hard cumming dick so that a mixture of gravity and suction strength would funnel his semen
directly into her stomach. For the second time in a row, it was Harry’s hands that saved the selfless
woman from passing the fuck out with a dick lodged deep in her windpipe.
For the next 30 seconds, Harry‘s cock was passed from one woman to another so that they could
massage, lick, suck and swallow every single ounce of cum that his balls had to offer. By the time
Harry was nearly finished a very long, very hard and extremely satisfying orgasm, he was
beginning to stagger backwards so that he could collapse back onto the couch, and Angelina was
following his persistently hard dick with her rapidly bobbing mouth wrapped tightly around his
shaft. It was only when his cock popped free of Angelina’s lips and a single, much smaller spurt of
cum landed all over her right breast that the 3 ladies realized Harry was finally finished
cumming… Then, of course, they turned their attention towards one another...

The Flying Foxes had been transformed into an artistic masterpiece of perversion and depravity…

Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet of the Hollyhead Harpies were fantastically
covered in cum, from their scalps all the way down to their belly buttons and everything in
between, but Angelina’s tits ended up looking the most dramatic because her skin color made the
thick splattering of semen look that much more dramatic in contrast. In the end, both Katie and
Alicia zeroed in on their Team Captain’s big beautiful breasts so that they could begin licking and
sucking all of the cum directly off of her body, and both of them ended up with a single tit cupped
in both of their hands. In response, Angelina smiled through a pleasured moan, fondly rubbed at
both of her girls’ heads, and began leaning forward to lick trails of cum off of their faces.

Harry immediately committed every aspect of the moment to a Pensieve memory… Hot damn…
Over the next minute and a half, Angelina, Alicia and Katie kissed, licked and sucked on every
inch of each other’s upper bodies until they were all completely spotless, and Harry enjoyed every
single second of it. Then the 3 of them were casting mouth cleaning spells on themselves and were
crawling towards Harry like a trio of house cats aiming for some attention.

It was really fucking cute…

After reaching out to accept the 3 ladies that were climbing up his legs, Harry ended up with a lap
occupied by a trio of very naked, very aroused young women, that were kissing and rubbing at
every inch of his face, neck, chest, stomach, thighs and dick. “Fuck, you girls are completely
amazing,” Harry easily admitted, as he cupped one of Angelina’s big, beautiful breasts and pulled
Alicia into his side by the meat of her completely wonderful bubble butt.

“We’re amazing for you, Master,” Alicia answered directly into the skin of Harry’s neck.

“We want to make our new Master delirious with pleasure,” Angelina cooed as she pressed her
breasts into Harry’s chest and right shoulder.

“We also want you to spoil us in return,” Katie quietly admitted with her hands rubbing up and
down the cock that was sandwiched between her inner thighs. “We want you deep inside of us.
We’ve been waiting for you to finally have your way with us for several years now.”

“Katie’s been dying to fuck you ever since her last year at Hogwarts,” Alicia pointed out in a
teasing tone of voice. “She used to call you adorable in the letters she sent us and was always
bitching about Ginny…”

Katie only smiled at Alicia’s teasing, stared into Harry’s eyes and then nodded her head in
agreement.

Harry had zero intention of discussing Ginny Weasley or the circumstances behind his dating her.
The odds were too good that doing so would unleash complete anarchy within the Hollyhead
Harpies locker room, which would in turn cause a media spectacle. Instead, he reached out, gently
cupped the back of Katie’s head, and drew her into a kiss that was passionate enough to make the
woman whimper into his mouth. He really lay it on her with lips and tongue and he pulled her body
flush to his own to make her feel his arousal pressed firmly between their stomachs. Then he wasn't
the least bit surprised, when the youngest Flying Fox moaned into his mouth and started humping
her dripping wet pussy lips up and down the length of his cock with a desperate and needy
intensity.

“Please take me Master,” Katie moan-sighed as she bit and nibbled at Harry’s bottom lip. “I
promise we won’t reveal anything to the media, but I can’t wait any longer. I can’t go on without
your cock inside of me. I want it, I neeed it.”

The size,” Harry began to say as his body was kissed and groped from 3 different directions and
Katie’s soaking wet pussylips slipped up his shaft to gently cup the tip of his cockhead.

“Silly Master,” Katie laughed out in an adoring tone of voice. “My pussy is yours, my body is
yours. Stretch me to my limits. Make me squeal. Claim my body. Our pussies have been magically
altered to recover from literally anything. I want you to try to ruin me… I want you deeep inside of
meeeeeeee...”

Around the time Katie started saying the word me, Harry suddenly grabbed a hold of one of her
cute perky ass cheeks and the leash around her neck to begin drawing her dripping little pussy
downwards around his cock. With a wet pop, the girl’s pussy lips snapped around his crown and
then a soaking squelching sound filled the entire room as Harry continued to pull the smaller
woman’s body down around the length of his dick.

“Mah my Gods, Gods and Goddesses,” Katie mewled as her body shook and shuddered and her
hands spastically patted at Harry’s chest, shoulders and ribs. “Big, so biiiig, so fucking big and
thick and I’m being filled! Master’s dick is inside of me! Maaaster’s filling meee!

In response to the fact that their teammate was visibly overwhelmed, Angelina and Alicia leaned
close on Katie’s right and left side, rubbing her head, kissing her cheeks and hugging her as her
obscenely O’d out pussy was drawn further and further down the length of Harry’s far too
impressive dick. Then the youngest Flying Fox suddenly started releasing an almost inaudible
warbling, keening noise as an insistent pressure began to build deep within her belly and a
noticeable bump began to grow just above her belly button.

“My, my womb, my womb is being… Master’s crown is beating at my…” Those half formed
thoughts were all that Katie was able to get out before her mouth suddenly dropped open into an O,
her eyelids fluttered over vacant eyes and her thighs started shaking like she was being
electrocuted.

Both Alicia and Angelina’s eyes widened as they marveled at how full of dick Katie Bell’s pussy
was and rubbed at Harry’s cockhead directly through the skin and muscle of her belly. At this point
in their careers they’d both thought that they’d seen it all, but Harry Potter’s superior cock was
doing things to their teammate’s pussy that neither of them had ever seen before. Katie was
currently cumming so hard that she was alternatively babbling nonsense or squeaking into Harry’s
neck like a tiny animal, and her entire body was trying to hump down against his cock as if she was
determined to break herself in half. On the other hand, Harry appeared to have expected this kind
of reaction from his newest lover, and was taking it all in stride. His tightly restraining hands were
forcing their younger teammate to ride up and down his length in slow but steady movements,
while he kissed at her temple and whispered gentle encouragement into her ear.

It was official…. Harry Potter was the best fuck that either of them had ever seen or heard of…
Both Angelina and Alicia shivered in doubled and then redoubled arousal and then began kissing
Harry’s cheeks, chin, neck and shoulders. They didn’t get in the way of the sex that Katie was
currently receiving, but they let Harry know that they were there and they were waiting…

“That’s good Katie. Now you're getting it. Now you’re one of mine. Now you’re one of my
cockwarmers,” Harry whispered into Katie’s ear as the woman whimpered and shook and kissed at
his neck and shoulder. In response to his quiet promises, the small brunette’s pussy noticeably
rippled and clenched around every inch of his cock and her arms snapped out to wrap possessively
around his back and shoulders. Harry smiled and kissed Katie’s cheek even as he picked up the
speed that he was lifting and dropping her body on his cock. “That’s right Katie. From this day
forward, I’m going to be draining my cum into this thirsty little pussy of yours.”

“Yes... Yes please. Yes please seed me,” Katie whispered as she activated a rune to make her pussy
ripple around Harry’s cock and started actively trying to ride him for the very first time. “Please let
me feel your cum in my womb,” she suddenly begged in a much louder voice. “Please show me
what it’ll feel like when you finally knock me up!” And then Katie suddenly started sliding her
twitching and trembling pussy up and down the entire length of Harry’s dick, her puffy pussylips
dragging along his shaft as if refusing to let him go. She groaned and she sighed and she begged
for his cum like a whore as she rode Harry’s cock in a blissed out haze, but then her entire body
started shaking, she released a loud and throaty moan, and she collapsed back down onto Harry’s
lap with wide and vacant eyes.

“I… I caaaan’t eeeeven,” Katie whined out, as her tightly clenching pussy released copious juices
all over Harry’s lap and her ab muscles vibrated in hard orgasmic contractions. The kaleidoscope of
sensation growing in her core became stronger with every passing second until her pussy started to
feel like it was going to fall apart, her eyes were seeing stars, and her entire body was shaking like a
leaf in a storm. For an unknowable amount of time, Katie came herself stupid on her Master’s dick,
rooting her overwrought little pussy down upon the base of his cock instinctually and repeatedly.
Then she felt the depths of her pussy suddenly being emptied as her body was moved onto its back,
and she was blinking up at Harry’s face from the cushions of the couch.

“You did extremely well considering a few of the Runes on your body make you unnaturally
sensitive to pleasure,” Harry conceded, as he dropped down on top of Katie, lifted one of her legs
above his shoulder, and pressed the head of his cock against her pussylips. “That doesn’t change
the fact that I’m not done fucking you yet, and I’m not going to stop until I cum deep inside of you.
Do you understand what I need from you?”

Harry’s question wasn’t only aimed at Katie. It was also aimed at the 2 women who were currently
draping themselves across the lion’s share of his body. Angelina was pressing her tits into his back
just under his shoulder blades, and she was licking at his neck as if he was the most delicious thing
in the entire world. Alicia was peppering his ribs with kisses while rubbing and massaging both of
his balls in the palms of her hands. In response to Harry’s question, all 3 of the Flying Foxes started
nodding their heads, but Katie was the one who spoke.

“Ruin me Master! Break my mind on your dick! Make it official! Make me yours,” Katie panted
out with a level of arousal on her face that was an art form all its own. She was flushed, she was
sweat damped, she was panting, and her innocent hazel eyes were hooded over with runaway lust.
Katie Bell’s face was painfully adorable under normal circumstances. Right now, squirming under
Harry’s body with a leash attached to her neck and just coming down from a body rocking orgasm,
the woman looked like a sexy little devil. She looked like a fallen Angel seduced away from grace
by big fat dicks…

She looked irresistible…

Harry didn’t resist.

After pausing for just a single moment to conjure 2 teasing water charms to begin swirling against
the outer folds of Angelina and Alicia’s pussies, Harry grabbed a hold of his cockhead, pressed it
into Katie’s twitching pussylips, and then thrust his hips forward in a slow but assertive movement.
Katie’s right leg was still draped over his shoulder and her left was trapped between his legs, so
when he slammed his crown against the entrance to her womb, her face dropped to the left to moan
and whimper directly into the couch cushions. Then Harry was leaning in over her body to hold her
in place by her leash and he was slamming his cock into her faster with every single second that
passed.

Without a word, Angelina moved in to prop up Katie’s shoulders so that they could both stare up at
Harry’s sexy heaving body, and she began rubbing at her younger teammate’s rock hard little
nipples. At the same time, Alicia returned her focus to Harry’s heavy hanging testicles, licking at
them whenever they swung within reach of her open mouth and waiting tongue.

“Oh Maaaster, Master, I love your big beautiful cock so much Maaster,” Katie ranted deliriously as
she reached out to pull on Harry’s ass cheeks with both of her hands. Then her hands were
suddenly clawing desperately for whatever purchase they could get as the man sped up his fucking
yet again, began pounding his cockhead against the entrance to her womb in a very meaningful
way, and began releasing waves of powerful magic directly into her clit and her core. Within only
the next minute or 2, the woman was reduced to a sweat soaked and twitching pile of limbs, and
the intensity of her newest climax was growing more powerful by the second. Her pussy started
spasming violently around every inch of Harry’s cock, the leg that she had draped over his
shoulder kicked out straight into the air, and her entire body began twitching in out of control
orgasmic contractions. “Oooohhhh Gaaawwwds Maaaster,” she screamed towards the ceiling as
her hands slapped and clawed at the cushions of the couch. “I'm going to cum to death! I’m going
to diieee! I surrender! I’m yours! I’m all yours! I’m your pet! I’m your bitch! You can parade my
naked body around the ballroom with my pussy leaking your cum down both of my thighs! Just
please, for the love of the Gods, cum inside me! Fill me with your seed!”

With a feral growl, Harry suddenly drew his newest lover’s right leg off of his shoulder, dropped
down onto the couch on his side, pulled Katie’s head off of Angelina’s knees to bring her back
flush to his chest, and then began slamming his cock into her from behind as hard as he could. He
was big spooning the youngest Flying Fox exactly like she wanted, with a forearm wrapped around
her neck and his other hand releasing raw magic directly into her clit, and he was slamming his
cockhead against her womb as hard as he possibly could. “Take my cum Bell,” he whispered into
the panting and whimpering girl’s ear. “Take my load into this sexy little body of yours and get
used to living your life packed full of my seed.”

“So sexy and strong, so safe and secure, so warm, so close, so full, so erotic, so orgasmic, sooo
wonderful,” Katie babbled as she desperately humped her ass and pussy back against Harry’s cock,
peppered his forearm with kisses and reached back to grope at his thigh. “That’s it Master! Hold
me tightly as you breed me! Show my body who I belong to! Make me yours!”

“Done, ”Harry growled as he slammed his cock balls deep in Katie’s vice grip tight and rippling
pussy, and released any restraints that he was holding on his orgasm. His balls immediately tensed
up against his shaft, his cock spasmed meaningfully, and his cockhead swelled up to completely
plug her inner walls. Then Harry was cumming, and he was cumming hard, and both Alicia and
Angelina were staring at Katie’s pussy from just a foot away with hungry expressions on both of
their faces.

It didn’t take long for them to get what they wanted.

The moment that Harry’s piping hot cum started slamming against Katie’s cervix with all the force
of a firehose, she immediately started gasping, panting and squirming as her skin developed a wave
of goosebumps, her mouth dropped open, and her pupils dilated to completely cover her irises.
Then she was moaning like a drunken whore as she bit into the skin of Harry’s forearm, and she
began rubbing at her dick dented belly like a pregnant woman calming a kicking baby. “Soooo
much seeed spreading my wooomb,” she moaned as Harry tightened his grip on her body and
insistently pressed his cockhead as deep as possible inside of her most fertile depths. “Thank you
Master! Thank you for granting my heart’s desire! This is perfect! It’s perfect! You’re perfect!”

Of course a few seconds later, Harry’s cum started exploding out of Katie’s completely filled to
capacity pussy to spray all over her inner thighs, ass and belly, and then spill down onto the
cushions of the couch. Her teammates immediately swooped in to lick and suck at both Katie’s
pussylips and clit and Harry’s continuously contracting balls, aiming to swallow as much of his
seed as they could and pleasure their targets in the process..

For the next forty seconds, Harry made a creamy mess of Katie Bell, both inside and out, and over
time, her movements started becoming lethargic as her body came down from multiple powerful
orgasms. She was limp. She was languid. She was smiling from ear to ear and staring vacantly up
at the ceiling. She was fucked silly and massively creampied by Harry Potter exactly as she’d
always wanted…

With a wet suctiony pop, Harry slowly pulled his cock from within Katie’s cum stuffed and leaking
pussy and leaned against the armrest at the end of the couch. Then he looked for his other 2
targets, only to find Angelina and Alicia playing a game of Rock Paper Scissors down on the
carpeted floor. With a squeal of delight, Angelina covered Alicia’s rock with paper and then
launched up to her feet. Then she was grabbing ahold of Harry’s hand and pulling him across the
room with a wide and happy smile stretched across her entire red flushed face. Within the next ten
seconds, the beautiful black woman was easing Harry down onto a bench seat in the hot tub with
his hips just a few inches under the warm steaming water, and Alicia was standing just outside of
the tub with her arms wrapped around his body from behind. Even as Angelina leaned in to start
fussing at Harry's various muscles from the front, Alicia’s hands continued to roam up and down
his body to massage and grope at his chest, stomach and thighs.

“I remember back at Hogwarts when lusty little Harry used to covertly stare at my body,” Angelina
breathed out between kisses to Harry’s neck and chin. “If I’d known just how much you were
going to develop, I’d have had you... showering... with me at the end of every practice…”

Harry shook his head in amusement even as he wrapped his arms around Angelina’s sinfully curvy
body and squeezed her absolutely astonishing ghetto booty. “I was deathly pale and gaunt due to
malnourishment, and the lion’s share of my magic was trapped within my core... I think it’s for the
best that we’re doing this now, when I have far more to offer…”

“That may be true, but you’ve made us wait more than a few years to have our way with you,”
Alicia whined into Harry’s ear, even as both of her hands continued to grope at every inch of him
that she could reach.

“That’s right Master... You’ve caused all 3 of us several sleepless nights spent pining for your dick,
so you deserve everything that’s coming your way,” Angelina whispered as she turned away from
Harry’s body and pressed her big, beautiful ass back against his waist.

With a slow and sexy shake of her hips, the Captain of the Hollyhead Harpies began hotdogging
the fantastically round globes of her world famous ass around Harry’s rock hard and throbbing
dick. Only then, after releasing a long, low and intense moan of arousal, did she begin giving the
man a professional quality lap dance to the upbeat jazz music playing in the background. She
gyrated and she rolled her hips up and down Harry’s partially submerged thighs to grind her ass
against his waist and rub the bridge of his cock against her pussy folds and clit. Then they were
both shivering and shuddering in their rapidly mounting lust, and their bodies began pressing
harder and harder against each other. “You feel so good,” Angelina sighed out as she pressed her
back flush to Harry’s muscular chest, and he in turn cupped her oversensitive tits in both of his
hands. Then, when his fingers began kneading and pinching at her nipples, she whimpered at what
felt like a current of electric sensation as it coursed through her breasts and shot down towards her
core. It was official… Angelina was running out of willpower… She needed to step up her plan...

With a significant look over her shoulder at her teammate, Angelina suddenly ground her ass right
back against Harry’s stomach muscles so that his cock would poke up between her soft and creamy
thighs. Then both Alicia and Angelina were suddenly rubbing their hands up and down the top 2/3
of his dick as if the half Brazilian woman was giving her team captain a reach around, and her tits
were being pancaked into the back of Harry’s shoulders.

“Your dick’s soooo fucking perfect Alicia cooed as she kissed and licked at Harry's neck.

“Visually perfect, huge, tasty, powerfully magnetic and infinitely virile,” Angelina agreed as she
continued to gyrate her inner thighs around the base of Harry’s cock and wring precum out of his
bulbous strawberry shaped cockhead with her swiftly jerking hands. “Our Master has a body to fall
for, a dick designed with breeding in mind, and a fat, over-productive pair of nuts to milk over and
over and over again…”

“He’s perfect’” Alicia repeated.

“Perfect,” Angelina quietly agreed as she slowly rubbed her pussy up the length of Harry’s shaft to
rest his cocktip against her rhythmically clenching pussylips. With an extremely focused
expression on her face, she began sexily swaying her hips back and forth, teasing Harry’s cockhead
within just the very entrance of her dripping wet and smoldering pussylips, and Alicia continued to
gently roll her hands up and down his shaft as if to milk his precum directly into her ever clenching
folds. Then Angelina was reaching down between her thighs to massage at Harry’s balls and the
teasing was complete.

Harry’s cockhead was just barely inside of a soaking wet, water charm teased pussy as his shaft
was jerked and his balls were rubbed, and an astonishingly sexy ass was being waved directly in
his face. He was in heaven. He was in hell… He was…

“Fuuuuuuck,” Harry groaned as his head rolled back to rest upon Alicia’s left shoulder.

“Now try to picture feeling this hot for someone for fucking years, Master,” Alicia whispered into
Harry’s ear.

“Picture wanting us this bad, and being denied over and over and over again,” Angelina
whimpered, as she fought to keep her cock starved body up and off of Harry’s dick. “We Harpies
have magically bolstered, nigh unstoppable libidos, Master.. We’ve been wanting you. We’ve been
wanting you inside of us for so, so looooong!”

Of course, it was during Angelina’s use of the word long that Harry suddenly ended the teasing
water charm, grabbed the woman around her hips, and began drawing her pussy down upon his
dick with every ounce of his undeniable strength. None of Angelina’s attempts to remain on her
feet were of any use at all, leaving her no recourse but to cry out in whorish relief as she finally,
finally got to experience having her pussy impaled around Harry Potter’s unnaturally beautiful
cock. She squirmed and slapped at her thighs at the intensity of the stretching she was
experiencing. Her ass and thighs clenched and vibrated as her body very suddenly found itself
being overstimulated in the extreme. Her skin flushed and her nipples pebbled and her eyes
widened before rolling back up into her head. An ever louder series of obscenely wet squelches and
broken throaty moans filled the entire room as Harry continued to pull Angelina’s thick little pussy
down inch after inch of his far too generous dick.

Then it finally happened, and Angelina’s entire nervous system went completely fucking haywire.
Harry slammed his cock balls deep inside of her deepest, most fertile depths, with a wet,
fantastically perverse fwopping/popping noise, and her belly took on that same dick dent that she’d
seen Katie go into a frenzy over. At first, Angelina wanted to do better. She wanted to be
stronger…

But then she wasn’t… She wasn’t, like, at all…

Angelina’s mouth gaped wide open like a goldfish at how her fantastically cock filled womb was
squeezing Harry’s cockhead in a skintight sucking embrace. Her hands rose up to rub at her belly.
She squeaked just a bit at what she felt deep inside of her… Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was just too
much!… Angelina’s thicc meaty ass and thighs started to clench and shake again and her core
muscles twitched as she insistently rooted her absurdly O’d out pussylips down against the base of
Harry’s cock. She gasped for air as she suddenly realized she’d stopped breathing well over 20
seconds earlier, she whimpered as her body dropped back to lay flush against Harry’s chest. Then
she felt her pussy tighten up like a vice as an unbelievably violent climax grew out from her core
like an explosion of orgasmic sensation, and she lost the brain capacity to do anything but moan
brokenly into the skin of Harry’s neck.

Then she felt Harry begin pinching and groping at her far too sensitive nipples as he thrust his fat
fucking dick up into her femcum spilling pussy, and she knew with no doubts whatsoever that
Harry was going to fuck her into a spastically twitching heap of limbs…

“Hooohhhhhhh Gawwwwwds Maaaaster,” Angelina suddenly screamed as she lost all sense of
reason, activated the Runes that ripple and squeeze her pussy, and began humping her ass up and
down the length of Harry’s cock like her life depended on it. The hot water pooling around their
hips splashed outwards in every direction as she slapped and clapped her jiggling and rippling
ghetto booty against Harry’s thighs and stomach. She leaned forward, braced her hands on Harry’s
knees and then rode her pussy up and down his magnificent dick as if she was trying to completely
core herself out, and her elastic tight pussy lips dragged along his absurdly thick shaft like a
skintight sucking sleeve. With every second that passed in her self-destructive dick riding frenzy,
Harry’s cockhead slammed into and then docked with her womb, and Angelina found her eyes
glazed over and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Then she came, again and again and again…
Within just 3 or 4 minutes at the most, Angelina was twitching like a drug addict and losing her
ability to move with any coordination. She simply couldn't do it!. It was just too much! Her legs
were about to fail her! “Maaaster pleeeeaaaase,” Angelina moan begged as she looked back over
her shoulder and bit desperately at her lower lip. “Please give it to me. Please let me have it!..”

With an understanding nod of his head, Harry suddenly grabbed up Angelina’s body turned her
around on his cock, slammed her against one of the white tiled walls adjoining the hot tub and
began fucking her up against it with his hands cupping both of her ass cheeks. The amazingly
stacked Quidditch Captain’s world famous ass had gone a long way towards making him cum, and
he was perfectly happy to take them both down the home stretch. Then her legs were tightly
wrapping around his lower back and her sexy fucking tits were bouncing against his chin, and
Harry knew exactly what the woman wanted from him. “You want my cum now, Angie? You want
me to drain my balls into this steamy fucking pussy of yours? You want me to make your womb a
Potter family cum disposal?” With every word he said, Harry slammed his cock up into Angelina’s
desperately clenching pussy to slam his head against her womb, and she seemed to take every
single thrust as if he was channeling electricity throughout her body. She twitched, she gasped, she
whimpered and her pussy contracted all over his length as if it had a mind of its own.

“Yes! Gods yes,” Angelina yelled with her fingers clawing 10 lines into Harry’s shoulders and her
head lolling back against the wall. “I want your cum Master! All of it! Every fucking drop, every
fucking day! Fill me! Stain me white both inside and out with your delicious fucking cum! Let me
live my entire life with my womb packed full of your scalding hot seeeeed!”

With a grunt of approval, Harry leaned forward to press a hard domineering kiss on Angelina as he
dropped the woman’s pussy balls deep on his dick and relaxed all his restraints. By the time his
cock started expanding womb deep inside of her, Angelina had both of her hands cupped around
Harry’s face, and she was returning his kiss with a feverish intensity. By the time Harry’s cockhead
rocked back to release his first absolutely gigantic load inside of her, Angelina had her tongue
twining all around his so that she could show him how the French do it. By the time her cervix
utterly failed to keep his boiling seed from flushing like a tidal wave into her deepest most sacred
depths, Angelina was kissing Harry like she meant it, with lips and tongue and a wide-eyed
unblinking stare filled with almost scary levels of devotion. As more time passed and Harry’s cum
continued to bottleneck in and around her womb, Angelina’s eyes glazed over, her hands groped
desperately at his shoulders, and her legs tightened more and more around his lower back. They
both knew what was coming, but by the looks of it Angelina was taking it hard.

Her cock stuffed little pussy was just moments away from reaching max capacity… She was about
to leak a river of Harry’s cum into the water of the hot tub…

“Don’t let any go to waste,” Angelina suddenly whispered directly into Harry's ear. “Shove your
cock right down my throat just before it happens. Feed it to me directly”

“You’ll be underwater if I do that,” Harry pointed out.

“Don’t mind, don’t care, want every single drop of your fat nut inside of me one way or another,”
Angelina immediately replied in an urgent sounding whimper.

“Good girl,” Harry growled back, kissing Angie on the forehead even as he pushed her body down
onto her knees under the water. Just a split second after his cock popped free of the submerged
woman’s unbelievably creampied pussy, he was stuffing it passed her lips and forcing it right
down her throat until her lips finally made contact with his base. Once he was balls deep in
Angelina’s throat, Harry only very gently held her there, because he didn’t need to do more.
Angelina herself was cupping his ass cheeks with both of her hands to pull her own lips against his
balls as hard as she could over and over. Then her mouth and throat started vibrating and releasing
waves of ambient magic and Harry started cumming all the harder. “Gods and Goddesses,” Harry
grunted out as he scanned the Harpies Team Captain with his magic to make sure she wasn’t
suffocating herself to death. She wasn’t. Angelina Johnson had all of the cardio you would expect
from a professional athlete, and she was making use of her superb lung capacity in a way that had
Harry cumming his brains out. The woman was a cocksucking daredevil, a cum swallowing
maniac. She was scrubbing her pillowy soft lips and ever vibrating throat up and down his shaft as
fast as she possibly could, and she wasn’t the least bit concerned with the fact that her face was
over a foot underwater…

“Fuuuck…” Both Harry and Alicia said that word at exactly the same time, if for completely
different reasons. The Brazilian woman’s highly teased body was currently draped over a nearby
edge of the hot tub, where she was staring down at Angelina with a bright red face and lust glazed
eyes. Harry could only nod in agreement as he launched the last 15 seconds of his orgasm into
Angelina’s desperately swallowing throat. Only then, when his persistently rock hard cock was
finished releasing cum directly into Angelina’s stomach, did he draw the woman’s mouth up off of
his cock and out of the water. “Good girl,” Harry repeated as Angelina coughed, spluttered and
then draped her newly limp body over his shoulder. He eased them both back into the hot tub’s
bench seating and drew Angelina’s body up onto his lap to give her a few moments of TLC. He
wasn’t the least bit surprised when Alicia’s breast suddenly pressed into his back and shoulders
and the woman began fussing at his neck with her lips and her tongue.

“That was soooo fucking hot,” Alicia breathed out with a nearly insane level of arousal dripping
from every word that came out of her glossy little mouth. With shaky movements, she drew both of
her arms down into the hot water to cup Harry’s cockhead and fondle at his balls, and then she
sighed happily at what she felt happening under the palm of her hand. Harry’s testicles were
working overtime, performing a miracle of absurd virility by churning out a brand new massive
cumload for her enjoyment… Alicia couldn’t contain the whimper that leaked out of her mouth,
and her lips moved back to kiss and nibble at Harry’s shoulder and neck. “I’ll go crazy if I don't get
your dick in me soon, Master,” she panted out, her lips fluttering against his cheek, and her hands
moving more insistently around his cock with every single second that passed.

With a small nod of understanding, Harry rose to his feet and damsel carried Angelina over to
Katie’s side on the couch. A moment later, when he turned around from gently depositing
Angelina’s languid body on the couch, he wasn’t all that surprised to find Alicia down on all fours
just 2 meters away from him, with her tits mashed down into the carpeted floor and her ass raised
high up in the air. What was surprising was the thick layer of lube that appeared to be coating
every square inch of Alicia’s body, making her already shiny golden skin shimmer in the room’s
bar style lighting…

“As much as I want to feel your massive dick prying open my womb, and I do, Holy fuck do I
ever,” Alicia began as she looked over her shoulder at Harry. “There’s another sexual act that I
want us to do as soon as humanly possible…”

“Oh… and what’s that,” Harry asked as he dropped to his knees in between Alicia’s spread open
calves. He had a pretty good idea of what the freakiest of the Flying Foxes wanted, but he still
wanted to hear the words coming out of Alicia’s beautifully vulgar lips.

“Let’s leave this marvelous water charm of yours churning up my pussy as you fuck my ass wide
open around that big beautiful cock of yours,” Alicia explained with her heart shaped butt waving
tantalizingly back and forth in the air. “Let’s get that monstrous dick of yours balls deep in my guts
so that I can demonstrate just how… open minded, I am…”

“With an amused smile, a shake of his head, and an affectionate slap to Alicia’s right ass cheek,
Harry leaned in over her back, hotdogging his cock between her ass cheeks and thighs. “It takes a
very... brave woman to want my unaltered cock inside of their ass,” Harry whispered into the
professional Chaser’s ear as he hefted one of her fantastic tits into the palm of his outstretched
hand. “I’m well aware that you’re a perverted freak Alicia, but are you sure you can handle me?...”

“My body’s yours, Master,” Alicia immediately replied while grinding the slippery globes of her
ass back around Harry’s cock and pawing at his thighs with both of her outstretched hands. “Every
curve, every hole, every last inch of my body inside and out is yours to fuck and fill with your
cum. I want it. I need it. I can’t go on without iiiiiit!”

Of course around the time Alicia said the word it, Harry grabbed a hold of her flared out hips and
started pressing his newly spell lubricated cock against her equally lubricated asshole. Then he was
applying more and more pressure with every passing moment until finally her ass snapped tight
around his flared out cockhead with an overly dramatic popping sound and a loud moan of both
discomfort and pleasure. In the moments that followed Harry’s cockhead spreading open her
asshole, Alicia’s body instantly became a frenzied mess of slapping hands, kicking feet and an
extraordinarily arched back, but she never stopped humping her ass back against Harry’s invading
dick and she never once told him to stop. The words that did come spilling out of her wide open
mouth were an odd assortment of Portuguese and English that were hard to understand because
they held no continuity whatsoever.

“Ai sim! Oh yes! Gods, Deusas! Porra, sim! That’s right! Rape my fucking ass! Domina-me
Mestre! Make me your cockwhore! Me arruinar! I love your gigantic fucking diiiiick!” Then Alicia
was left gasping for air and moaning into the carpet as Harry’s cock was shoved deeper and deeper
into her magically elastic, hot, lubricated and unrelentingly tight asshole.

Finally, with a grunt and an enthusiastic slap on Alicia’s left ass cheek, Harry made one last slow
but powerful thrust of his hips that culminated in his balls slapping dully against both of her inner
thighs. He’d done it… His cock was finally balls deep inside of Alicia Spinnet’s ass, and just in
time for the woman to go buck fucking wild underneath his hands and penetrating dick…

“Mestre vai me dar um ataque cardíaco! I’m not gonna make it! Seu pau está me quebrando! I’m
done! I’m dying! I’m gonna cum to death on this diiick,” Alicia screamed directly into the carpet
as she humped and swayed and grinded her bouncing bubble butt up along the length of Harry's
cock, and shook from head to toe in a nearly instantaneous orgasm. She couldn’t even believe it.
She was cumming. She was cumming hard. She was cumming already!

While the woman was obviously overwhelmed, Alicia clearly wasn’t the type to want Harry to go
easy on her, so he slowly pulled his dick out of her fist tight and slippery depths until only his
cockhead was remaining inside of her little puckered hole, and then he shoved it back down into
her along with a long, low, and pleasure filled groan of his own. Fucking hell!... Alicia’s magically
rippling and hungry little asshole was as soft as butter and as hot as an oven. Harry couldn’t help
himself. He quickly gave Alicia’s ass a second thrust of his cock without even waiting to see what
her reaction would be…

Fwop plap!

“Hoohhhhhhgaaawwwds!”

After only the first 2 body stretching thrusts of Harry’s firmly embedded cock, Alicia began
trembling from head to toe again, her asscheeks and thighs shook like Jello and her water teased
pussy started squirting a fantastic amount of femcum all over the floor. Needless to say, Harry was
extremely impressed by the absurd level of perversion that Alicia was currently displaying around
his cock, and he showed this appreciation by leaning forward, grabbing her arms and pulling her
body up until it was flush with his own. In the 20 plus seconds that followed, Alicia continued to
cum all over the cock that was shoved balls deep within her clenching asshole, but she also
squirmed back against his body and moaned over the magic that his hands were funneling directly
into her nipples.

“You’re soooo unbelievably fucking sexy Master,” Alicia finally managed to choke out into the
skin of Harry’s neck as her tightly clenching asshole was continually bounced up and down the
length of his shiny, slippery cock. “Your hands, your arms, your muscles, your eyes, Gods and
Goddesses Master, your eyes… and your dick! Your superior fucking dick! It stretches me sooo
fucking much and you’re sooo fucking deep inside of meee… I can’t… I won’t… I need your cock
inside of my slutty fucking holes from this day forward. I neeed iiit. I need it baaad!. Please don’t
refuse me Master. Please give me what I neeeed!” With that last long drawn out word, Alicia
activated the Runes that would make her body release waves of ambient magic directly into
Harry’s cock, and she felt him return fire with an outpouring of his own magic directly into her G
spot. Soon enough, she was grunting, groaning and moaning in a moment of perfect, whorish bliss,
with a tongue that was lolling out of her slack jawed mouth. Likewise, her eyelids were rapidly
fluttering open and shut over glassy, fuck drunk eyes.

Fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop…

As another minute passed and the speed that Harry was fucking Alicia’s ass sped up more and
more, her arms unconsciously bent backwards so that her hands could curl around the meat of his
ass with a desperate and needy urgency. Likewise, the backs of her calves tightly curled behind
Harry’s thighs to pull the man harder and harder against the meat of her ass, and she insistently
impaled her poor little asshole down around his massive pistoning cock. Alicia simply couldn’t get
enough of the rough and powerful butt-fucking that she was taking from Harry fucking Potter. At
the same time, she couldn’t even begin to withstand the intensity of what she was currently
experiencing. It was way too much. It would never be enough. It was both. It was perfect. He was
perfect! Alicia Spinnet of the Hollyhead Harpies was experiencing heaven on earth with an
enormous dick shoved balls deep up her ass!

Fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop…

A newly recovered Katie and Angelina slowly crawled across the carpet, completely mesmerized
by how Alicia’s shiny, lubed up body was being bounced and jiggled in Harry’s arms, as he rapidly
lifted her up and down the length of his cock with his hands cupped around her perfect luscious tits.
They moved closer, and then they crawled up Alicia’s orgasmically trembling thighs, where they
began fussing at every inch of their teammate’s overwrought, overstimulated body. Angelina
moved 2 of Harry’s fingers aside so that she could take one of Alicia’s rock hard nipples into her
sharply sucking mouth. At the same time, Katie cupped her hand around Alicia’s water teased
pussy, rubbing at both her pussylips and clit with the skill of a born that way, gold star lesbian.

A long, high pitched, keening noise began leaking from Alicia’s O’d out lips, as she shook
violently in everyone's arms and desperately humped her ass back down against Harry's rapidly
thrusting cock. She was cumming again. She was cumming hard. She was climaxing with so much
intensity, she was seeing stars and losing the ability to form rational thought. She was losing it. She
was losing her fucking mind. She was cumming harder than she’d ever thought possible.

“Maaaaster,” Alicia moaned out in a nearly incoherent little voice “Você é um deus... You're too
good... I’m not gonna maake iiit Master… Please… I beg yoouuu. Please fill my ass with your
seeed!...”

Both Angelina and Katie gasped, as something that they’d never seen before was happening right
in front of their eyes. Alicia Spinnet, the el-primo, born that way, mega slut, was tapping out. She
was being fucked to the point of unconsciousness, and she knew it, and she was begging for a man
to feed her full of cum… Gods and Goddesses!... With twin shivers of excitement, Katie started
massaging Harry’s balls while Angelina quickly moved to wrap her fat tits around one of his hot
and sweaty arms. Both girls rubbed and kissed at every inch of Harry that they could reach as they
rubbed their bodies against his sides and fondled his balls in their palms.

And it worked...

With Alicia’s beautiful bubble-butt rippling against his thighs every time his cock slammed home
into her slippery soft, tightly clenching, superheated asshole, and 2 other women massaging his
balls as they pressed their sexy bodies against his sides, Harry found himself growling his way into
an enormous orgasm that the 3 of them could actually feel in the tension of his muscles. He shook,
he shivered, then he slammed his cock balls deep inside of Alicia’s ass pulling her down against
his thighs with all of the strength that his arms contained.

“Ohhhh gaaawwwds it’s finally happening,” Alicia quietly whimpered out as a molten river of cum
started filling her insides through Harry’s hard expanding cock, and her body responded by sending
her into yet another hard hitting orgasm that sent a splash of pussy juices all over the floor. She
shook from head to toe as she pressed her asscheeks down against Harry’s lap, milking out every
single drop of cum that he had to offer. It was only 30 seconds later, when Harry still hadn’t
finished cumming, that they both realized she simply wasn’t built to receive all of the seed that he
was releasing, and Harry slowly drew his cock out of her ass with a completely obscene popping
noise. Then he was pushing the hard fucked woman down onto her belly so that he could paint her
ass cheeks and lower back with an extremely thick layer of pearly white seed.

Of course, Angelina and Katie immediately descended towards Alicia’s back to lick, kiss and suck
at the woman’s ass cheeks as they hungrily began devouring Harry's cum.

Harry… Well... When Harry's orgasm finally petered off and came to an end, he sidled back
towards the foot of the couch so that he could lean back against its cushions and watch the
aftermath of all his hard work… Alicia was gonzo, her eyes half lidded and her body twitching
fitfully under her teammates’ playful ministrations. From behind, Angelina and Katie both had
what looked like a liter of frothy white cum glugging fitfully out of their pussies to run sluggishly
down both of their inner thighs…

With a smile and a contented sigh, Harry reached out, grabbed Katie around the waist, dragged her
up onto the couch with him, and started big spooning her gently from behind. Then he finally
allowed himself to close his eyes as a very long day spent racing all over Europe suddenly caught
up with him…

“I want you to fuck my ass next Master,” Katie whispered as she snuggled her back flush against
Harry's body.

“I don’t mind anal, but more than anything I want your cock hammering at my womb again,”
Angelina explained as she dragged herself up onto the couch and slipped in behind Harry’s body.

“I refuse to leave here today without a womb fucked full of cum,” Alicia quietly supplied from her
spot face down on the floor.

Well… shucks… Unnaturally bolstered sex drives… Harry immediately started channeling magic
towards the parts of his body that govern his virility and stamina. As it turns out, this was going to
be a very, very long night…

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“‘Ou eentend to take zose 3 prostitutes as concubines,” both Gabrielle and Fleur accused with huge
amounts of jealousy and outrage contained in their voices.

“So far I’ve only promised to think about it, but I probably will accept them because they’re old
friends of mine and because I know for a fact that they’re not trying to take advantage of me,”
Harry explained in a quietly robotic tone of voice.

“Take advantage of ‘ou,” Fleur repeated in a voice that was growing more and more upset by the
second. “As opposed to whom… Me?”

After blinking several times, Harry’s eyes slowly panned over to stare up at Fleur’s face. For
several seconds in a row he just lay there and stared up into Fleur’s eyes, but as more time passed,
his magic started billowing out of his body, causing his bed sheets to start fluttering around in a
completely nonexistent wind.

Fleur and Gabrielle immediately shied away from the bed as their eyes widened and their faces
took on nervous expressions. Tonks on the other hand, leaned in even closer to Harry’s body with a
wildly entertained expression growing across her face.

All 3 women knew exactly what they were currently seeing.

Harry Potter was about to bring their little interrogation session to a sudden and dramatic end…

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To Be Continued

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Chapter 9 - Tonks, Narcissa and Andromeda’s Black Family Affair

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Under the effects of the strong Veritaserum truth potion that Fleur injected into his thigh while he
was sleeping, Harry had just spent the last 10 minutes plus explaining his very active sex life to a
pair of extremely disapproving young Veela. Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour did not like what was
being revealed by all of the questions that they were asking…

Tonks, who had been sleeping next to Harry when the Delacour sisters snuck in and drugged the
man, was merely sticking around because both the situation and Harry's answers were amusing
her...

“‘And ‘ou eventually eentend to take een zese 3 prostitutes as concubines,” both Gabrielle and
Fleur accused with huge amounts of jealousy and outrage contained in their voices.

“So far I’ve only promised Angelina, Alicia and Katie that I’ll think about taking them on, but I
most likely will accept them because they’re old friends of mine and because I know for a fact that
they’re not trying to take advantage of me,” Harry explained in a quietly robotic tone of voice.

“Take advantage of ‘ou,” Fleur repeated in a voice that was growing more and more upset by the
second. “As opposed to whom… Me?”

After blinking several times, Harry’s eyes slowly panned over to stare up at Fleur’s face. For
several seconds in a row, he just lay there and stared up into Fleur’s eyes, but as more time passed,
his magic started billowing out of his body, causing his bed sheets to start fluttering around in a
completely nonexistent wind.

Fleur and Gabrielle immediately shied away from the bed as their eyes widened and their faces
took on nervous expressions. Tonks on the other hand, leaned in even closer to Harry’s body with a
wildly entertained expression growing across her face.

All 3 women knew exactly what they were currently seeing.

Harry Potter was about to bring their interrogation to a sudden and dramatic end…

More and more over the next 30 seconds, an emerald green cloud of roiling magic began pouring
out of Harry’s body, exiting and then reentering his flesh over and over again in a circular motion
that made him look like he was the center of a small but intense weather system. Then the magic in
the air all around the room suddenly skyrocketed as Harry’s body floated just an inch off the bed
and all of the covers flapping against his skin took on an ethereal backwards movement that was
visibly... other...

With a clinking and clacking sound, the retrofitted epinephrine dispenser that had dropped to the
floor after Fleur injected it into Harry’s thigh suddenly reversed course back up off the ground and
rose up into the air. As if they were all watching a stop motion video in reverse, the epi-pen
reattached itself to Harry’s thigh, refilled with the pale blue liquid that they’d injected into his
body and then floated down into his newly outstretched hand.

Harry’s eyes immediately cleared, he sat up in the bed, and he drew in a long, haggard, visibly
furious breath.

“Harry I,” Fleur began, taking a somewhat hesitant step towards the man.

Crack!

With a flash of blinding green magic, Fleur and Gabrielle were separated from their wands and
affixed firmly against the wall of the bedroom. There was no drama involved. There was no duel.
Any resistance that they might have made was over long before it ever started.

Both Gabrielle and Fleur’s mouths bobbed open and shut at the ease with which they had been
completely incapacitated. What was worse was that they were both trying to wandlessly summon
their wands into their hands, a skill that they’d trained for years to perfect, and nothing at all was
happening. Harry was blocking their magic. Harry had them both completely helpless...

After rising from the bed, Harry took a look at the pale blue concoction in his hand, and then he
drew a bright green line in the air that created his ‘storage space’ dimension. Soon enough, the
potion and both of the Delacour sisters’ wands were placed inside of that pocket dimension and
were gone from the room. Only then, when any tools that might have been used to resist his
reckoning were gone, did Harry cross the room and stare at Fleur from point blank range.

“Give me one good reason not to Apparate you out of here, change the wards on all of my
properties, and then avoid you exactly like I do that red-headed step-sister of yours.” Harry
breathed out in a voice filled with untold amounts of raw, barely controlled wrath.

“‘Ou love me,” Fleur immediately replied.

Fleur was right. Everyone in the room knew that she was right.

“I also trusted you, so I’m learning that my feelings don’t amount to much,” Harry countered in a
very cold and unsettling tone of voice. “I’m… furious, Fleur… I’m angry that you thought you
would get away with this kind of absurdly disrespectful behavior. It implies that you think you
have authority over me, as if I’m your servant or a concubine of some kind… I’m not... I’m also
angry that you think I’m such a revolting cretin that having me merely tell the truth about myself
would be enough to frighten off your little sister.”

Fleur started to open her mouth, but the words she might have said were cut off when Harry
speared her with an extremely hard look.

“Most of all Fleur,” Harry growled. “I’m angry that you’re allowing that jealous and territorial
Veela couched inside of your mind to make you think you have some kind of ownership over me…
You are a married woman Fleur. Are you seriously expecting a single, 25 year old man like me, to
be monogamous to my married lover. Are you telling me that you haven’t fucked your husband for
the entire Godsdamned time that we’ve been sleeping together, because if you have then you’re a
particularly shameless variety of hypocrite, and if you haven’t, then your husband already knows
that you're cheating on him…”

“I… Fleur’s mouth bobbed open and closed several times before she finally lapsed back into a
tortured looking silence.

“Let’s just cut the crap Fleur,” Harry continued into the heavy silence that followed. “You either
love your husband, in which case go ahead and be happy with the man, or you don’t love your
husband and you’re looking to me for a way out... Either way, let me make one thing very, very
clear to you… I am never going to just knock you up for the hell of it and take matters out of your
hands. I refuse. This is your life Fleur, it's your marriage. I will not continue playing the villain so
that you can look down on me from atop your moral high ground. This little stunt of yours has
made performing that service for you far more trouble than it's worth.”

After beginning to turn away, Harry’s attention suddenly whipped back in Fleur’s direction. “Oh,
and don’t you dare try to tell me that you can’t divorce your husband because of the laws involved.
You are one of the most powerful politicians in the whole entire world. You use your vast
intelligence and immense authority to completely eradicate evil cabals and you undermine Dark
Lords long before they even get started. I completely refuse to believe that tool husband of yours is
too much for you to handle…”

After waving his hand to seal Fleur’s vocal cords and halt whatever argument she was about to
make, Harry turned away from the woman to address her little sister instead.

“I ‘aven’t been turned off nearly enough by any-zing zat I’ve ‘eard,” Gabrielle immediately
admitted in her sweet and melodic little voice. “My proto Veela still ‘as every eentention of
making ‘ou ‘ers.”

“Without the MIMM manacles hindering my magic, I’m more powerful than your proto Veela alter
ego,” Harry replied with a shrug. “Hell, even if you give up on your little delusion about being a
helpless victim and begin actively working together with Belle, I’m still far too strong for you. I
can stop you from force Apparating me and I can resist the compulsions in your voice.”

“I… we... we understand zat much, but we will not give up,” Gabrielle whispered with a newly
determined expression on her face.

“Tell me the truth Gabrielle, because I’ll know right away if you lie to me. Before you had your
childhood memories revealed, weren’t you in love with this husband of yours? Weren’t you happy
with the man?” While Harry was indeed angry at Gabrielle for drugging him, he also didn’t know
her as well as he did Fleur. At the moment, what he needed more than anything else was to look the
woman in the eyes as he heard what she had to say for herself...

“I’ve never… I... I’ve always felt zat zere was some-zing missing eenside of me… some-zing
wrong wiz me emotionally,” Gabrielle haltingly admitted. “I’ve never felt strong passionate love…
or any-zing, for any man, or so I thought… Wiz zat being ze case, I sought out a marriage zat
would provide me wiz ze most carefree and convenient life.”

“And now,” Harry asked.

“And now my body, my mind, my ‘eart, eet all burns for ‘ou,” Gabrielle purred, her eyes locked
onto Harry’s like laser beams. “Now I know why I was so unaffected and sexless up unteel now...
eet’s ‘ou. Eet’s always been ‘ou…”

With a slow, understanding nod of his head, Harry magically sealed Gabrielle’s ability to speak and
then sat down on his bed next to Tonks. Then he was staring at the 2 magically restrained Veela
with a look of somewhat sad determination on his face.

“Ladies…” Harry began in a very cool and quiet voice. “I have no interest in having an argument,
so you’re going to listen carefully to every single word that I have to say… I suppose I’ll start with
the obvious. I’m very, very desirable.. Women want me... I may sound like a complete douchebag
when I say that out loud, but we all know that it’s true. Here’s my point though… If I wanted to get
married like everyone else back when I was 20, then that’s what I damn well would’ve done… I
didn’t... I’m not interested in monogamy, like, at all. I’m a free agent and I’m in high demand with
women all around the world. I’m also young, and I’m magically powerful enough that I’ll stay
young for a good long time... With that being the case, I never saw the point in settling down
purely for the sake of appearances. I’m a notorious womanizer, and you’ve all been aware of that
since day 1…”

Tonks merely nodded her head in complete acceptance. Fleur tried and failed to look like she was
in the same boat as Tonks. Gabrielle on the other hand… She looked visibly upset.

With a small sigh and a hand running back through his unruly hair, Harry drew in a breath before
he continued speaking. “The fact of the matter is I know exactly why you 2 ladies snuck into my
home tonight. You both came here hoping that your sister would snap out of her preoccupation
with me during the unbelievably invasive round of questioning that you had planned. You both
came here hoping to drive off the competition… You needn’t have bothered... You 2 are
completely incapable of sharing with each other even though you’re both fully aware of what a
Veela imprinting entails, which means you should be capable of sympathizing with each other...
You can’t… Not even under these circumstances... Not even with each other, and I know for a fact
that you love each other very, very much. Unfortunately for all of us, your total failure to
empathize and cooperate with each other makes what I have to do completely obvious. If I’m not
careful, someday very soon, one of my lovers is going to get hit in the face with a wave of
passionfire released by a vengeful Veela, and I can’t allow that to happen. I’m not going to be able
to keep either of you around…”

For the next 10-15 seconds, Fleur and Gabrielle's mouths rapidly opened and shut as they both
attempted to speak and then yell in his direction only to be met with failure.

“You Delacour ladies, along with Tonks, are the most powerful, beautiful and sexually satisfying
women that I’ve ever had,” Harry admitted after both Fleur and Gabrielle finally finished
struggling. “Even now, I really do desire the both of you because I’m a red blooded, heterosexual
male and you ladies are completely irresistible. And yes, I do love you Fleur. I care about both of
you... just not enough to put up with a lifetime of getting abducted and raped, MIMM manacled at
random and drugged in my sleep by a pair of alpha predators trying to assert their dominance.”

This time neither Fleur nor Gabrielle attempted to speak. They didn’t bother. They knew it
wouldn’t work. Instead they attempted to break down Harry’s resolve with their most piteous
puppy dog looks. It really was completely devastating… Harry didn’t bend...

“I suppose you already know this Harry, but I don’t mind the fact that you sleep around,” Tonks
quietly pointed out with a hand resting on his forearm. “Rather... I’d be very interested in having
you bring me along whenever possible…”

“You’re right, I am aware of that Tonks,” Harry replied in an amused tone of voice. “It's really too
bad that you ended up putting that little ring on your finger, because I doubt there’s anyone on
Earth better suited for a slut like me than a sexual deviant such as yourself.”

“If that’s the case, then you’ll be interested to know that I filed the paperwork to divorce Charlie
on Thursday afternoon through Gringotts,” Tonks suddenly revealed through a happy laugh and a
smile. “I don’t give a damn about the consequences anymore, so Charlie should be receiving the
completed paperwork at some point within the next 48 hours. I consider what we did in Romania
yesterday to be my final revenge before I move on with my life. I want to be one of yours Harry… I
want you to take me on fantastically magical adventures so that you can fuck me sideways in
strange and mysterious environments. I also want to be a mother to your children. I don’t actually
care if you marry me, just keep me close by when you settle down at night, and I’ll be completely
overjoyed!”

Both Fleur and Gabrielle’s eyes suddenly widened to the size of saucers as Tonks did every single
little thing that they were too afraid to do and made promises that they were far too possessive to
commit to, all with ruinous timing and completely devastating results.

Harry was absolutely floored by Tonks’s sudden resolution and he wasn’t able to conceal the fact
that she’d just charmed the living hell out of him from showing on his face. He was also pleasantly
surprised, and that was an extremely rare occurrence nowadays.

While Harry had been vaguely aware that Tonks was keeping a secret from him, and that she’d
been hoping that the big reveal would make him happy, he hadn’t known that she had such
monumental news.

Harry’s eyes widened and his hand dropped onto Tonks’s thigh as his mind suddenly ran through
several different plans and scenarios. Then he kissed the Metamorph softly on the temple, rose to
his feet, and conjured himself a business suit. “I’m really happy for you Tonks, I’m happy for the
both of us... and yet I wish I’d known that you were intending to do this just a little sooner. I have
quite a few arrangements to make in order to soften your landing, and I’ll need to take care of them
all ASAP. Thankfully, if I call the right people, I can probably get everything done by this
afternoon. With that done, the 2 of us can facilitate an appropriate punishment for our 2 intruders
here.”

With one last look at Fleur and Gabrielle, Harry waved his hand and they both lost consciousness.

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When Fleur and Gabrielle managed to open their eyes again, it was to find that they were petrified
in place with their vocal chords sealed just like before, but they also saw that Gabrielle was
wearing a Runic bracelet incorporating MIMM metal to suppress her proto Veela alter ego.

As it turns out, they’d also experienced a pretty noticeable setting change. While Fleur and
Gabrielle were still within the Potter Estate, they were currently affixed to the ceiling of his small
guest parlor, and quite a lot of time had passed. Judging by the sunlight that was pouring into the
room through a few open windows, it was close to 10 Am in the morning, which meant that they’d
been unconscious for just under 6 hours.

In the seconds that followed, both Gabrielle and Fleur felt the cool slippery sensation that was
coating every inch of their bodies and they realized that they were sharing an invisibility spell.
More and more as they took in their current situation, the sisters realized that they were being
forced to bear silent and unseen witness to the events that were happening in the room below…

This couldn’t possibly be good...

Down below, Harry was sitting on a couch next to Tonks. Across a coffee table, Narcissa Malfoy
sat next to Tonks’s mother, Andromeda Tonks.

Harry was wearing his favorite black suit and tie combo, paired with a relaxed smile.

Tonks was currently adopting her classically beautiful Black family features and her full breasted
body, under a low cut, shimmering silver knee length cocktail dress that made her look like a
mixture of overt sexuality, very old money and sophistication. She was also wearing very dark pink
lipstick, which was unusual for her but really did give her that extra oomph that she appeared to be
seeking at the moment. Tonks was absolutely stunning, and she was very obviously aiming to
impress...

Narcissa was wearing her usual burlesque corset blouse mixture with a lipstick so dark a red, it was
almost verging on black. It was a well established fact to most people in magical Britain that the
woman woke up every morning, stuffed her ultra curvy body into an elaborately sexual lingerie
corset combo appropriate only in such establishments as Moulin Rouge or Las Vegas, and then
artfully covered that layer with a modified version of a blouse that spectacularly failed to hide the
slut contained within. Her outfit was decadent. It was glorious. It was Narcissa Malfoy fashion
honed over years and years of careful practice, and no one pulled it off quite like her.

Andromeda Tonks’s outfit was made possible by Muggle fashions, in the sense that her half
unbuttoned black blazer and dark burgundy pencil skirt were technically adequate to cover her
outrageously thick and generous curves, and yet the sheer and elastic material only seemed to
display her body to the max instead. The woman was clearly of Black family breeding though, with
black hair, full cherry colored lips, and pale creamy skin covered in black fishnet stockings.
Andromeda Tonks was sexy as all hell and didn’t look a day over 25, which was made even more
impressive when you remembered that she was actually in her mid 50s. Strong magic ran in the
Black family, and that was never more obvious than when you saw Andromeda Tonks looking just
as young as her adult daughter.

It was actually Andromeda’s calm and composed presence sitting next to Narcissa that was the
most surprising aspect of what the Delacour sisters were staring down at. By all accounts,
Andromeda Tonks, formerly Andromeda Black, had been exiled from the Black family by her
mother Druella when she married a Muggle born man by the name of Ted Tonks, and she was on
exceedingly bad terms with her far more obedient younger sister Narcissa. Nevertheless, both
Andromeda and Narcissa were currently sitting just a few feet from each other, where they were
staring at Harry with matching looks of curiosity.

“Before I start speaking of a subject that might upset you, I’ll preemptively explain that I’ve found
a relatively simple solution,” Harry began while looking over at Andromeda.

“I suppose that’s kind of you,” Andromeda slowly hedged. “You are flaming my curiosity
though…”

“I’ve seduced your daughter away from her neglectful husband, and this past Thursday she filed for
divorce through Gringotts,” Harry explained in a very candid voice. “I only found out about her
actions this morning.”

“Nymphadoorra… “ Andromeda immediately moaned out with her hands covering her face.

“Moooom,” Tonks whined back in a tone that was very similar to her mother’s. “Don’t use that
naaame.”

“And why not,” Andromeda immediately argued. “It appears to me that you have this perfectly
good name that you’re determined to drag through the mud! How, may I ask, is divorcing Charlie
going to improve anything for you. Your social standing, your family name, your career! When the
world finds out you’ve left your husband, it's all going to be caput!”

“And that’s why I’ve assured you that I have a relatively simple solution,” Harry interjected from
the sidelines.
“Your solution has something to do with me, I assume,” Narcissa added as she daintily drew a tea
cup away from her mouth.

“Yes and yet it’ll take you less than 5 seconds,” Harry immediately replied. “I’ll explain.”

“Yes, please do,” both Andromeda and Narcissa replied at exactly the same time. Then they
glanced aside at each other as if they found their sudden synchronicity annoying.

“When I first found out about Tonks’s decision this morning, I immediately sent you ladies owls,
asking you to join me here, and I apologize for the lack of explanation,” Harry began with a look of
chagrin on his face. “A few years back I spent almost an entire year scanning every magic and
legal book in every archive and library that I could find so that my magic and my mind could work
together archiving it all. What this means is that I’ve known all morning that there was a relatively
simple solution to Tonks’s upcoming social stigma, it just took me a while to pull together all of
the specifics.”

“I’m aware that you tend to act erratically in ways that make sense in retrospect,” Narcissa offered
as she crossed her legs and put aside the teacup. “You’ve alluded to having full knowledge of the
reason why you randomly beckoned the 2 of us to your home. I’d be interested in hearing what it
is?”

“And what this plan of yours is,” Andromeda immediately added.

With a sideways glance at Tonks, Harry drew in a very deep breath so that he could look up at the
ceiling and stare directly at the Delacour sisters. “If I want to give Tonks a legitimate excuse and a
socially acceptable reason to leave Charlie, I’ll need to impregnate her as soon as possible.”

“Wait what,” Andromeda gasped.

“Isn’t that line theft,” Narcissa asked immediately after.

“Actually it’s kind of the opposite,” Harry replied as his eyes dropped away from the invisible pair
of newly struggling Veela. “If everything goes to plan, it’ll be Charlie that’s getting in the way of
line continuation.”

And then Narcissa knew exactly what Harry wanted of her and her eyes slid over towards her long
absent sister.

“There is an ongoing oft-forgotten and neglected marriage contract in the Black family vault at
Gringotts that stipulates that the Black family’s heir must marry and immediately mate with a
member of a closely tied branch family whenever possible. This lady must be a current member of
the Black family and she must be genetically distinct enough from the current Lord to avoid
inbreeding. That’s Tonks in a nutshell except for one easily repairable problem…”

“I and all of my offspring have been stricken from the Black family line,” Andromeda breathed out
in sudden understanding.

“Just so,” Harry agreed. “Thankfully, Narcissa and I together have all of the authority required to
reverse that decision as the family head and the eldest surviving member.

This time it was Andromeda’s turn to cast a glance in Narcissa’s direction.

“If what you’re saying is true, then yes, it would work,” Narcissa slowly added as if she was
thinking it out in real time. “While the denizens of the magical world would still view Tonks’s
divorce of Mr. Weasley as… distasteful, they would also see it as necessary for the eminent revival
of a far older and much more powerful magical Family... “Hypothetically speaking of course, I’d
be interested in knowing where this arrangement would benefit me?”

After nodding his head as if he’d expected that question, Harry leaned in towards Narcissa and
gestured aside at Tonks. “The fact that Tonks is your niece aside, I am going to have to get married
someday in order to fulfill the obligations inherent as the Black family Lord. I think it’ll be to your
benefit that my Lady Black ends up being as… open minded and adventurous as Tonks is…”

“Oh?... Ohhhhh…” Narcissa murmured while giving Tonks a newly speculative look. “So young
Ms. Tonks is very… accommodating?”

With a smile and a wink, Tonks leaned forward over her knees to lock eyes with the eldest current
member of the Black family. “I’m very, very accommodating.”

“I… I see,” Narcissa breathed out with a newly hungry look aimed in Harry’s direction.

“Am I to understand,” Andromeda suddenly interrupted with an imperious expression aimed

directly at her younger sister. ”That you just agreed to bring me and mine back into the Black
family simply for unobstructed access to Harry Potter’s dick?”

After sitting as straight in her chair as possible, uncrossing and crossing her legs again and layering
her hands on her knees in a very posh and sophisticated manner, Narcissa looked aside at her elder
sister and stared her in the eyes for several seconds in a row. “Yes,” she finally admitted. “That’s
exactly what just happened.”

“Not just any dick mom,” Tonks argued as if she was defending Harry’s honor. “Really, really,
really good dick.”

Narcissa merely nodded as if the younger woman’s words were gospel.

“And… and why am I here,” Andromeda finally asked in a completely bewildered tone of voice.

“Well, I actually do need to know that you won’t reject rejoining the Black family, but that’s not
my primary purpose for bringing you here,” Harry easily admitted. “While the circumstances
aren’t what they could be, I intend to marry and immediately sire a child with your daughter. If
possible, I did want to meet you so that I could attempt to garner your approval and blessing before
I do something so… radical.”

“There’s also the fact that I asked Harry to bring you here today. I think you should make Harry
the pinch hitter that you were looking for,” Tonks suddenly suggested to her mom with an excited
expression on her face. “Harry’s extremely discreet mom, and once again he’s really, really
good…”

Even though he already had a pretty good idea of what Tonks was currently referring to, Harry still
decided to ask the question. “Pinch hitter?”

While at first Andromeda gave her daughter a rather scathing look, she eventually returned her eyes
to Harry and drew in a very deep breath. “I love my husband…”

Everyone in the room gave Andromeda a look that said the words ‘yes but…’

“I’m 56 years old, I look 25 and I’ll continue to look 25 for another 35 to 40 years,” Andromeda
slowly explained. “My husband is 66 and he…”

“He’s become old,” Narcissa murmured in sudden realization.

"I don’t regret my decision,” Andromeda immediately retorted in a heated tone of voice. “I’ve had
37 wonderful years of marriage with Ted and in most ways he’s still the perfect husband, but… I
still feel young. I still feel desirable. My husband isn’t physically capable of keeping me…
satisfied any longer. He does love me though, very much, which is why he’s decided that I need to
find a man to…”

“Pinch hit for him,” Harry finished in a carefully serious tone of voice. “Your husband does sound
wonderful, Andromeda. He obviously loves you very much.”

Andromeda only nodded her head, and then looked down at her knees.

“You have my official consent to reverse the exile of Andromeda Tonks and her offspring from the
Black family,” Narcissa suddenly announced in a very official tone of voice.

”I officially reverse the decision of Druella Black to exile Andromeda Tonks nee Black and her
offspring from the Black family,” Harry announced immediately after Narcissa finished. “Dobby,
come.”

Pop! Yes sir. A very well dressed and official looking Dobby suddenly popped into place and
bowed gracefully to everyone in the room.

“Please take these divorce papers, letter of intent from the Black family, and official decree of
support from Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour to Mr. Weasley,” Harry requested as he handed
over a Manila folder to the rather tall and elegant looking house elf. “If Mr. Weasley asks for
further details, inform him that he is in breach of his marriage contract for neglecting to sire
children with his wife in the 4 plus years that he’s been married to her as well as for being away
from home for over half the year, every year, since he married her, indicating that he has no
intention of continuing his line with her. If he objects, tell him that your Master, Lord Potter Black
has an active marriage contract that requires Nymphadora Black nee Tonks sire children with him
as soon as practicable for line continuation purposes, and that he has every intention of doing so. If
Mr. Weasley continues to object, tell him that he always has the option to call me out for an honor
duel, but that I’ll scatter parts of his body all over the English countryside if he does....”

“Yes sir, right away sir,” Dobby replied with a quick bow and a single step back.

Pop! The house elf had left the room.

In the moments that followed Harry’s very direct and assertive dealings with Mr. Weasley, all of
the women in the room just sat there and stared at him.

“Lady Black,” Narcissa slowly breathed out as she turned to look at a very red in the face
Nymphadora Black nee Tonks. “You described yourself as… open minded.”

After drawing her hands away from her extremely flushed cheeks and dragging her eyes away from
the side of Harry’s all too handsome face, Tonks turned towards her long estranged aunt, and
nodded her head in understanding. “I’m not cruel, aunty… I know the effect that my new intended
just had on you… You’d have to be dead not to have felt it…” With that said, both Tonks and
Narcissa turned to regard Andromeda Tonks, and they weren’t surprised in the least to find the
woman fidgeting in her seat with her palms running up and down the length of her thighs.

“Lord Potter Black,” Andromeda began before pausing and drawing in a very deep breath. “My
daughter has expressed an interest in having her new intended… you... help me out in regards to
matters sexual, and you've expressed an interest in gaining my approval. It’s occurred to me that
we can kill 2 birds with 1 stone, right here, right now…”
“3 birds with one stone,” Harry corrected as his hand slid up the length of Tonks’s left thigh to rub
at her little tummy just above her womb.

Tonks audibly squeaked as her hands wrapped around Harry’s to hold them tightly against her
belly. Both Narcissa and Andromeda swallowed as their bodies heated up and their pussies
throbbed with a not so subtle, urgent need.

Harry’s eyes slowly drifted up towards the 2 invisible Veela stuck to the ceiling who were
beginning to release strong waves of allure as their territorial jealousy grew to never before seen
heights. It was ironic really. The harder the Delacour girls struggled to break through all of Harry’s
barrier magic with their allures to draw his attention away from his current course of action, the
easier he’d find it to bring the Black family ladies together under a common purpose...

Not that it would’ve been hard either way… If Tonks and Narcissa were anything to go by, the
women of the Black family were basically slutty perfection.

As if to prove Harry’s thoughts were right on the money, Tonks slowly moved her legs up onto the
couch so that she could lean into his side and begin fussing at his neck with her mouth and tongue.
At the same time, both Narcissa and Andromeda were rising from their seats and Narcissa was
Levitating the coffee table out of the way. While at first, Andromeda looked back and forth
between Harry and her daughter and bit at her bottom lip in indecision, that all ended when Harry
pointed at her and then gestured for her to sit on his lap. All signs of hesitation immediately
disappeared from both the woman’s face and body language, and she flounced across the room like
a professional stripper. Soon enough, Harry had an arm wrapped around Tonks on his left hand
side, Narcissa on his right, and Andromeda was straddling his lap to eagerly run her hands up and
down his chest muscles.

“That’s right ladies,” Harry encouraged as the 3 women fussed at his body from every angle and
his hands dug into a pair of big beautiful ass cheeks. “As this generation's Noble Lord, I desire that
the women of the Black family learn to cooperate towards my… interests.”

“Only if your interests include shoving your fat fucking cock balls deep in my pussy and creaming
me over and over,” Tonks panted out between kisses to Harry’s neck, shoulder and chest.

“Speaking of fat fucking cocks, I want to see the reason why my new son in law is so very
popular,” Andromeda added as her hands slowly rubbed down Harry’s stomach muscles towards
his fly.

“You’re going to have to get up for a moment then mom,” Tonks explained in an extremely
amused tone of voice. “If I know anything at all about our new Lord Black, it’s that his cock is
rock hard by now and filling his left pant leg nearly to his knee.

“Whaaa noooo waay,” Andromeda breathed out as she was forced to rise up further and further on
her knees and reach further and further down into Harry's pants just to grab a hold of his cock
midshaft. How can you… Merlin… I married Ted partially because his cock is so huge, but this…
This is just unreasonable... “

“I tend to use magic similar to Tonks’s Metamorphmagery to temporarily reduce my size,'' Harry
explained as his dick was slowly fished out of his pants to slap dully against Andromeda’s skirt
covered ass.

Andromeda really would need to get up if she wanted to hold Harry’s cock out in front of her body.
She visibly shivered as she realized the truth of her daughter’s words. Harry’s dick twitched in her
tightly grasping hands. They both smiled in amusement.
Then Narcissa was dropping to the floor behind Andromeda’s back, grabbing Harry’s cock right
out of her elder sister’s hands and was popping his cockhead into her wide open mouth. It appeared
that the woman didn’t appreciate playing second fiddle to her sister and was taking back the
initiative by force. With no warning whatsoever, she started trying to suck Harry's soul out through
his shaft, causing a pleasured groan to leak from his mouth and his fingers to sink even further into
the flesh of Tonks’s ass.

“Yooouuuu selfish cunt,” Andromeda groaned out as she looked down between her own thighs to
take in Narcissa’s unbelievably self satisfied cock stuffed expression. “Always taking things from
me as if you have a right to them. Always getting ahead simply by laying on your back… Well not
today… Today I’m going to have what’s mine... “

After throwing down the gauntlet metaphorically speaking, Andromeda, lifted her right leg over
Harry’s waist, dropped to her knees on the polished wood floor, and slowly muscled her sister
aside to take her turn upon his cock. As Narcissa’s mouth reluctantly popped off the tip of Harry’s
dick, Andromeda began polishing his shaft with both of her hands towards her own slightly parted
cherry colored lips. Then she noticed a ring of nearly black lipstick staining his flesh a little over 2
inches up his overly thick shaft, and a competitive gleam grew in her eyes.

With a small moan of ever increasing arousal, Andromeda leaned her body forward, allowed
Harry’s flared out cockhead to split her lips wide open, and began forcing her throat down the
length of his shaft. The woman was on a mission, and that much was made obvious by the way she
forced her stretched open mouth along more and more of Harry’s meat. At first it didn’t look like
she’d succeed, but after about a minute of repeated effort, she finally persevered and throated an
inch more cock than Narcissa had.

Of course Andromeda made sure to give her newly scowling sister an amused look before finally
pulling away again, and she also remembered to purse her lips all around Harry’s shaft to leave a
nice thick lipstick ring of her own. Only then did she allow herself the opportunity to fully enjoy
sucking on Harry’s dick as if it was the tastiest desert she’d ever had. For the next 30 seconds she
moaned and hummed as she milked Harry’s rock hard cock into her hungrily sucking mouth with
hands, lips, tongue and throat.

As soon as that 30 seconds came to an end, Narcissa began drawing Harry’s dick from within
Andromeda’s mouth with both of her hands tightly encircling the central portion of his shaft, and
her sister either had to release his cock to her clutches or be pulled into her lap like a fish on a reel.

Slowly and begrudgingly, Andromeda’s hard sucking lips popped off from around Harry's
cockhead, so that Narcissa could attempt to lay down a new dark red lipstick benchmark. It was
becoming increasingly obvious with every moment that the sisters fussed at Harry’s dick that
neither of them were going to give up without a fight, and neither of them were going to sit aside
and watch the other work. Harry’s cock started being passed back and forth as if it was a baton in a
relay race, only with far less cooperation and way more wet gagging, glucking noises.

After breaking away from the kiss that she was sharing with her new intended, Tonks rose to her
feet, stepped over Harry’s thighs, straddled his waist with her back flush to his chest, and spread
her legs as wide as possible. She didn’t want to get in the way of the noticeably chaotic double
blowjob that Harry was currently receiving, and since she also didn’t want to ruin the view, she
Metamorphed her body to be about a foot shorter and much, much thinner than normal while
maintaining her usual impressive curves.

By the time Tonks was finished rearranging herself upon Harry’s lap and altering her dress to fit
her new body type, she was grinding her unnaturally large bubble butt down into his waist, laying
her head back on his right shoulder, and enjoying how his hands were roaming every curve that her
smaller body had to offer. She shivered as his lips pressed into the side of her neck, his right hand
rubbed up her belly to cup at her tits, and his left hand moved down to rub at her thong covered
pussy lips. Gods… Goddesses… Yes… Just yes… Tonks couldn’t even imagine being more turned
on than she was right that second…

Then it turned out she was wrong.

When the way that Tonks’s head was languidly resting on Harry’s shoulder allowed her to look up
at the ceiling of the room, her body immediately heated up to astronomical levels at what Harry
was allowing her to see. They had an audience of invisible and petrified Veela staring wide eyed
down at their every move, and releasing billowing clouds of allure that we’re making her entire
body thrum with rapidly escalating sexual tension.

Tonks immediately turned her head to begin licking and sucking at the side of Harry’s neck and
grinding her ass down against his thighs. It occurred to her in that moment for perhaps the
hundredth time in just the last few days that she loved this man with a frightening intensity.
Gods… But of course she loved him! Harry Potter was officially the most exciting man on the face
of any planet anywhere in the multiverse! It wasn’t that she loved him, it was how much and how
often she loved him that continued to surprise her...

Harry Potter was currently a very happy man… With Tonks’s fantastically versatile body currently
recreating Gabrielle’s shortstack sex appeal on his lap and a pair of white hot MILFs duel sucking
his cock with something to prove, he had no reason at all to deny the satisfied smile that was
growing across his face. Both Andromeda and Narcissa’s faces were beginning to get stained with
makeup tracks as they continued to force far more cock down their throats than they were
comfortable with, and it was all in the name of some kind of absurd sibling rivalry. Considering the
reason the 2 Veela were currently restrained against the ceiling, Harry hadn’t failed to notice the
irony of it all, but he was far too busy enjoying Narcissa’s hollowed out blowjob face and
desperately probing tongue to give it any deeper thought.

Over the next 7 or 8 minutes, Harry allowed Andromeda and Narcissa to rapidly pull his cock back
and forth between their hot and eager mouths to lay down an increasingly impressive pattern of
dark red and cherry colored lipstick rings along the first 2/3 of his shaft. Between their hungrily
sucking throats and the fact that both Andromeda and Narcissa had shed their outer layers to show
off the top halves of their fantastically massive tits, Harry’s cock was twitching violently with his
upcoming orgasm. Too bad for the Black sisters, Harry couldn’t afford to let one of them win over
the other. Not if he was going to get the outcome that he desired out of today. No…

it was time to call in a ringer…

“I want you to show these 2 wannabe cocksuckers how it’s done Tonks,” Harry whispered into his
new intended’s ear as he pulled his hand away from her sopping wet panties. “I want you to bring
this little competition to an end…”

“Gods fucking yes,” Tonks immediately moaned out as she swiftly launched herself to her feet,
leapt off the couch, shed her dress in a single rapid movement, and then waved her wand to move
the 2 competing dick suckers aside. Then she was dropping down in the middle of Andromeda and
Narcissa and wrapping her dark pink lips around his cockhead with an unrivalled amount of
enthusiasm.

With a single long, slow and dramatic, snakelike swallow, Tonks casually surpassed the dozens and
dozens of lipstick rings that were painting Harry’s shaft, until finally she broke new ground and just
kept going. With a smile in her eyes and a sexy little wink, Tonks continued swallowing more and
more of Harry’s cock until finally her nose was pressed deep into his short and curlies, and her chin
was being swaddled by the flesh of his testicles. She kissed at the base of his cock several times in
a row as if it was the love of her life, before slowly dragging her fantastically tight and flexible
airway back up the length of his shaft. Then she quickly repeated the effort without ever stopping
for air.

It was official. The Nymphadora Tonks blowjob experience was so different from the norm due to
her innate perversity and her transformative abilities, it almost seemed like what she was doing
needed another name entirely. Tonks was a dick sucking circus act, a cum swallowing magician.

The new Lady of the Black family was earning her position at his side the old fashioned way, and
by the Gods did she deserve it…

Now that she’d established the fact that no one was going to outclass her at swallowing Harry
Potter’s big beautiful cock, Tonks grabbed a hold of both her full, body type defying breasts,
wrapped them firmly around as much of his shaft as she could, and started giving him the titfuck
blowjob that she knew he loved so much. She sucked his cock into her throat, flattened her creamy
tits together at his base, drew the whole package up the length of his shaft until the inside of her
lips bumped against his flared out cockhead, and then immediately leaned forward to repeat the
performance. Sure enough, Harry’s thighs slowly began to tense, his hands dropped to comb
through her hair, and he released a very happy little groan.

Tonks felt her pussy clenching tightly around empty air merely at the sound that was coming out of
Harry’s mouth. She could spend her entire life forcing that level of pleasure to leak from her new
husband's lips and she’d never, ever grow tired of it. She stared up into his eyes. She willed him to
understand. Then he was cupping her cheek and smiling just so, and she knew…

In the seconds that followed, Tonks’s mouth and tits began moving faster and faster up and down
Harry’s dick, and the wet sucking slurping noises that she was making echoed all around the newly
silent room. Both Narcissa and Andromeda moved closer to stare at where Tonks’s mouth met
Harry’s cock, and their eyes tracked how her throat loosened, tightened and then rippled to
conform into a skin tight flesh prison as if they were completely mesmerized. Finally, when they
realized that Tonks had every intention of driving Harry to orgasm with or without their help, they
both moved closer to kiss at his inner thighs and massage his heavy hanging balls.

By the time all 3 ladies were working together, Tonks was shifting her facial features and hair color
to become a seemingly endless lineup of famous women from all around the world, her tits
remaining large enough to stuff his dick inside, but her facial features and skin tone morphing
every 10 or 15 seconds.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s the ticket Tonks, you fantastically slutty genius,” Harry encouraged, as his
hands dropped to cup around the back of Narcissa and Andromeda’s heads to pull their lips flush
against his violently churning balls. “Do you feel that ladies? Do you feel what I’m cooking up for
my new Lady? Do you feel what I can create at a moment’s notice? There’s no reason for any of
you to fight over my dick. Not when you’re all going to leave here today covered inside and out in
my seed.”

All three ladies moaned in response to Harry’s words, but Tonks also doubled the speed and
intensity that she was throating herself up and down the length of his dick, and she stared up at his
face with eyes that were begging to receive a heaping helping of his warm delicious cum. The
woman currently looked like spanish aristocracy like Catherine Zeta Jones from the movie The
Mask of Zorro only somehow more flawless, more magical, and Harry was left wondering how she
knew exactly where to hit him to get him spilling his cum down that wonderful little throat of hers.
Someday soon, he’d find out how she did it. For now, all that mattered was that she’d just managed
to push him over the edge in nearly record time.

“Transform your face back into your baseline features,” Harry ordered, as his balls tensed up
against a shaft that was twitching and spasming deep within Tonks’s throat. “I’m going to blow my
load directly into my soon to be wife’s stomach, and I want her to look like a Black when I do it!”

With a brilliantly happy shine to her eyes, Tonks’s face immediately shifted back to her own
features, even as her proportions remained similar to Gabrielle’s or maybe Astoria’s if the bottom
heavy woman also had big beautiful tits. Then Tonks was bottomed out on Harry’s cock, kissing
his base over and over again, swallowing on his head with her fist tight rippling throat, and had her
magically elongated tongue swirling around every single inch of his shaft. The woman was so
thirsty for his seed, she was altering her inner anatomy to better force it out of him.

She was going to get what she wanted.

After banishing his pants off of his body and rising up to his feet, Harry curled his hands behind
Tonks’s head so that he could hold her lips flush to his balls, and then he stared down at
Andromeda and Narcissa Black. “Pull those breasts of yours the rest of the way out of your bras if
you value your clothing and then line up next to each other. I’m about to paint both your faces and
your tits a nice cheerful white…”

With an identical eagerness that made the 2 women look like they were twins rather than sisters,
both Andromeda and Narcissa began ripping off their clothes to bear their breasts and as much of
their upper bodies as they could. Harry was going to cum any second. It was of vital importance to
the both of them that they get bathed in more seed than their sister/rival. They were also just
completely burning up and almost salivating at the idea of tasting the Harry Potter’s piping hot
load.

A pair of slim, soft hands suddenly cupped both of Harry’s ass cheeks, as Tonks proved that Harry
didn’t need to hold her in place. With her lips sealed to the base of his shaft she stared pleadingly
up into his eyes and began swallowing as fast as she could to rapidly clench her magically perfect
little throat around his head.

Fuck. There was just no denying that.

With a quiet groan and a pair of hands combing through Tonks’s hair, Harry immediately started
filling her esophagus with a vast deluge of roiling cum, and the woman began mainlining it directly
into her stomach with a series of perfectly timed, perfectly executed, perfectly practiced, throat
expanding swallows. Tonks had never had any patience for having Harry’s cum back-flow out of
her mouth, and she’d dedicated a not-insubstantial amount of time and effort into perfecting her
load swallowing game. Nowadays, when Tonks ended up with cum in her mouth, on her face or all
over her body... it was on purpose.

After about 15 seconds spent moaning like an ecstatic whore as she drank Harry’s cum directly
from the source, Tonks slowly pulled her O’d out lips back up the length of his shaft until his
bulbous cockhead was being polished within her tightly sucking mouth. Within just a few seconds
at the most, her cheeks were obscenely stretched out around the semen that he was still releasing
and a river of seed was beginning to spurt out of her mouth to splatter across her chin, neck and tits.
Tonks was currently moving into full blown cum worshipping mode, and she made that obvious by
popping Harry’s dick out of her tightly pursed lips, swallowing all of the cum chipmunking her
cheeks as if it was ambrosia, rubbing his cum launching cockhead all over her face, and lovingly
milking his shaft with her nimble little hands. She basked in the fat loads of semen that were
covering every inch of her forehead, cheeks, lips, chin, neck and breasts, and she stared adoringly
up into Harry’s eyes the whole entire time.

Only then, when she was glazed into a state of shiny white perfection, did Tonks turn to regard the
2 elder Black ladies with a casual disregard that made it clear who was in charge. “Come Ladies…
Come get yours…”

Far from being upset at Tonks’s almost dismissive treatment, Andromeda and Narcissa
immediately launched themselves to Tonks’s right side without even a moment’s hesitation,
pressing their faces together and opening their mouths as wide as they possibly could.

“Good girls,” Harry encouraged as he grabbed up his shaft, turned his cock in the sister’s direction,
and began turkey basting them from top to bottom in a thick layer of his gluey cum. More than
once, both Andromeda and Narcissa attempted to launch themselves mouth first at the head of his
cock, but Harry kept the 2 of them at bay with his magic as he launched the last 20 seconds of his
cumload all over their luscious curvy bodies.

Of course, by the time Harry was finished making a cum covered mess of the elder Black family
women, Tonks was already well on her way to licking up every ounce of the seed that he’d released
all over her body, with lust hooded eyes and a completely rapturous expression on her face. Then
he saw that both Narcissa and Andromeda were about to do the exact same thing and he stopped
them with a snap of his fingers.

“I expect you ladies to clean each other up,” Harry explained as he slowly pulled off his suit and
dress shirt to reveal the tightly packed muscles contained within. “I expect you to slowly and
erotically lick each other clean, both to give me a show and to demonstrate your willingness to
cooperate.”

After the 2 ladies turned to look at each other for just a single silent moment in time, Andromeda
was the first to begin moving. She leaned forward, cupped Narcissa’s large, gravity defying breasts
in the palms of her hands, and began sucking Harry’s cum off of her nipples with the demeanour of
a pornstar taking part in an orgy scene. After releasing a surprised gasp, and then a nearly silent
moan, Narcisa returned the woman’s attention with gusto, and soon enough both ladies were
licking and sucking wads of cum from each other’s faces, necks, shoulders and tits.

As he pulled Tonks up to his side so that the 2 of them could stare down at the two cumswapping
noblewomen, Harry took a moment to thank the 2 struggling Veela on the ceiling for helping make
this moment possible. The allure that was managing to fill the room more and more with every
second that passed was at least partially to thank for the way that Narcissa and Andromeda were
moving beyond their animosity. Of course Harry had no doubt that he could have made the 2
women bury the hatchet eventually, but the allure that was driving everyone in the room into a wet
and messy heat was definitely expediting the process. Even as he stared down at the two
overwhelmed and lust drunk witches, they drew each other closer to meld into a twining mass of
shifting skin, kissing lips and questing tongues.

Needless to say, Harry was still rock hard, and Tonks was wrapped tightly around his side so that
she could drag her fingers up and down his length.

“Who first,” Tonks whispered up into Harry’s ear as her features took on a distinctly Colombian
look with wavy brown hair, warm light brown skin and a set of plush dull pink lips.

“Andromeda was the first one to move,” Harry whispered back as he waved his hand and conjured
a long cylindrical tube of swirling water with a short solid handle. “Will you be a dear, and tease
Narcissa to a hair trigger while I tend to your mother?”
Of course, my Lord,” Tonks breathed out as she took a hold of the adapted water teasing charm as
if it was the most precious thing in the world.

Then Tonks was moving in to drag Narcissa towards the couch, while Harry waved a hand to
levitate Andromeda into the air in front of him. At first, the woman gasped in a mixture of surprise
and alarm because levitating another witch or wizard is supposed to be just as impossible as it is to
levitate oneself. Something inside of a witch or wizard`s magic or core animus is supposed to
complicate the process and render it ineffective. Then the woman’s face flushed a dark pink color
as she once again realized the truth of the matter. This was Harry Potter… the Harry Potter… and
he could do whatever the hell he wanted to do…

“You’ve pleased me very much, Mrs. Tonks,” Harry began in a very calm and quiet tone of voice.
“Your husband is an exceedingly fortunate man, and it seems he’s aware of that fact as he gives
you all of the care and devotion that you deserve… That is good. That is just… I have no interest in
belittling your husband or supplanting him in your mind. What I desire instead, is to have my way
with every last inch of your fantastic fucking body...”

Along with his words, Harry walked a slow assessing circle around Andromeda's free floating
body, dragging his fingers down the side of her large, full, bra straining tits to the gentle swell of
her belly, and then around the curve of her thick womanly thighs. As he ran his hand along the
woman’s goosebump covered skin, the pencil skirt that she was wearing suddenly disappeared to
reveal a pair of dripping wet, black lace panties, being swaddled tightly between Andromeda’s
astonishingly smooth and perky, double sized ass.

Andromeda shivered from head to toe as a rush of air suddenly cooled the hot dampness that was
pooling in the fabric of her panties.

Harry smiled not quite evilly as he rounded in front of the woman and looked up towards her
elevated face. “You’re completely gorgeous Mrs. Tonks.”

“Andie,” Andromeda quietly corrected, as she had no intention of being called Mrs. Tonks the
entire time she was fucked silly by a man not her husband.

With a small, understanding nod, Harry ran his hands up Andie’s thighs to pull her closer to the
ground by the meat of her ass. Then he was walking her body across the room so that he could pull
her back flush to his chest in front of a large decorative mirror. Slowly and without saying a word,
he drew both of Andie’s knees up to her sides and held them in place with his magic, ran his hands
down the length of her inner thighs, vanished her panties right off of her body, and then stared over
her shoulder to lock eyes with her in the mirror.

“You’re much too beautiful to be going without the kind of sex I want to give you,” Harry
whispered into Andie’s ear before biting gently on the lobe.

“I… I know,” Andie gasped, as her hands dropped to cover Harry’s and begin pushing them
inwards towards her dripping wet pussy.

Instead of allowing his hands to be pushed towards Andie’s furnace hot and twitching pussy lips,
Harry eased his dick forward between her thighs instead, so that the bridge of his cock would press
insistently against her pussy folds. Only then did he move his hands, grabbing his shaft to grind his
entire length up against her clit.

Andie gasped and then moaned as her hands joined Harry's, wrapped around the head of his dick.

“At first, I’m going to reduce the size of this cock so that I can slide it deep inside of you without
concern,” Harry continued to whisper into Andromeda's ear. “Then I’m going to very slowly
increase its size back to normal, so that I can stretch you from the inside, and I’m going to force
you to enjoy the sensation by healing your body the whole entire time... Then, finally, when your
pussy is redesigned to fit me and only me, I’m going to make you feel like a virgin again Andie,
and I’m not going to stop until I find completion womb deep inside of you.”

“Yes, yess,” Andie panted, her breaths coming quick and shallow as her excitement grew to
unimaginable heights. “Yes, please take me. Yes please make my pussy yours. Please, please just
shove your cock inside of meeee!”

Of course, by the time Andie started saying the word ‘me,’ Harry had started pressing the head of
his dick between her tightly clenching pussylips, stretching her pussy around his reduced size as
even then it was larger than anything she was used to. She squeaked as her pussy was split wide
open for the first time in well over a year, then she squealed as she realized that Harry was already
bigger than the cock she`d loved for oh so very long, and then she moaned as she realized that her
pussy was never, ever going to be the same. Harry was going to destroy her pussy. He was going to
core out her body to make room for his size. He was going to have his way with her exactly like he
had her daughter before her. A prolonged series of warbling noises and moans started leaking from
within Andie’s newly parted lips, as she stared at the mirror and watched Harry Potter’s cock sink
deeper and deeper into her body.

“That’s right, Andie,” Harry encouraged, as he ran his hands up the woman’s body to cup at her tits
and had his magic force her soaking wet pussy further and further down the length of his cock.
“Watch yourself get impaled on a dick like the fantastically sexy little slut that you are… Watch
the moment that servicing my cock becomes a family affair...”

Even as he continued to whisper into the overwhelmed woman’s ear, Harry ran his left hand down
to her pussy to run raw magic directly into her clit, and he fondled the curves of her body with his
right, enjoying her tits and thighs and ass in equal measure. The woman’s body was a marvel of
dramatic matronly curves, but she also possessed all the youth and fitness of a 25 year old. She was
sexy as all hell and Harry wasn't going to leave a single stone unturned.

“Hoohhhh Gods above, your cock feels like bottled lightning inside of me,” Andie breathed out as
she rubbed at her newly stretched pussylips and Harry’s goose egg sized testicles in equal measure.
Just like the man had explained earlier, his balls were noticeably churning out a fresh load of seed
to launch deep inside of her, and her entire body prickled and flushed because it desperately wanted
to receive. She loved her husband, she really, really did, and yet her body was demanding that she
drain this man like the superior stud of a wizard that he was. She had to trust that her new lover
knew what he was doing, and was controlling the virility of his seed, because she already knew
that she was going to make him finish inside of her over and over, and that she’d never get enough.
Then Harry’s magic was quickly dragging Andie’s pussy back up the length of his cock as his
hands pinched and tweaked at her super sensitive nipples, and she found her body shaking and
shivering in a state of sensory overload.

It was too much, too decadent, too erotic, too superior… Andromeda Tonks couldn’t even believe
that there was a man walking the mortal plane that was this effortlessly sensual...

And that was the moment when Harry’s cock slowly but surely started to grow back to its normal
size, and both Andie’s eyes and her mouth opened as wide as they’d go. Over the next minute and a
half, quite a bit longer than Harry usually gave his lovers to acclimate, Andromeda Tonks’s cock
filled pussy was stretched into an extremely dramatic capital “O” and an increasingly flushed and
fuck drunk expression grew across her entire face. By the time a visible bump was beginning to
form above her navel, indicating that Harry’s cockhead was slamming against her womb like a
battering ram, she was spilling pussy juices all over his thighs, shaking like a leaf, slapping and
groping at his thighs, kicking out with her magically restrained legs, and releasing a whole host of
almost bestial grunting and moaning noises all across the room.

“That’s the stuff,” Harry groaned out, as Andie’s orgasmically trembling pussy clenched into a
skin tight sleeve around every inch of his deeply buried cock, her head flopped back to roll across
his shoulders and her slack jawed face buried itself into the crook of his neck. “Now you’re
learning how to take huge Potter dick,” Harry continued as he leaned his cheek against Andie’s and
took in the state of her newly overwhelmed body… “Now you`re learning what it means to be one
of mine Andie… Now I’m going to fuck you senseless and flood your wonderful little cunt with
my unnaturally thick cum… Welcome to the family...”

“Hu… humongous dick... in my… in my womb,” Andie haltingly slurred into Harry’s neck as she
insistently clapped her big beautiful ass back against his waist and curled her hands around his
lower back. “I’m sso fullll… You’re sssooo powerful… Ssso fucking gooood.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Andie,” Harry replied as he drew Andromeda away from the mirror and
marched her across the room to Tonks and Narcissa’s side. “Look at how sexy your mother is with
her slutty little pussy stuffed full of my dick,” Harry called out to Tonks as he dropped to his knees
next to the 2 women, and dragged Andie’s magically restrained body down along with him.

Settling in behind Narcissa to prop the woman up on her lap, Tonks continued to fuck the water
charm dildo up into Narcissa’s pussy from behind as they stared at Andromeda’s cock stuffed
body. “He’s right,” Tonks admitted with her chin resting upon Narcissa’s shoulder. “You really are
completely gorgeous mother....”

“Well she is a Black after all, but she’s still not the best the family has to offer, “Narcissa panted
out as Tonks continued to do wonderful, terrible things to both her overheating pussy and her clit.

“I… I can’t even,” Andie whimpered, as she tried to press her pussylips down upon Harry’s cock to
the best of her ability and continually met with failure. Harry’s magic was still holding her up in
the air, where it was scrubbing her pussy over just a single inch of his dick in a very slow and
measured pace that was just moments away from making her lose her Godsdamned mind. Her body
felt like it was being stuffed to the brim like a party balloon just moments away from popping, and
yet at the same time, she felt a desperate need for the man to finally just have his fucking way with
her. She wanted to ride Harry’s cock as fast as she possibly could until her brains melted out of her
ears and her cum filled pussy was ruined for anything but his dick. Instead, Harry’s magic was
holding her lower body in place and riling her up with tiny little movements that mercilessly
ground his cockhead against the entrance to her womb.

One thing was absolutely certain…

Andromeda Tonks was currently being teased to within an inch of her life.

With an evil little smile and a small gesture with his hand, Harry conjured 2 water teasing spells
into place at the entrance to both Tonks and Narcissa’s pussies in order to free up their hands for
far more important things. Then he returned his attention to the witch currently losing it on his
cock, and he pressed his mouth into the sensitive flesh of her neck. “Now that I’m inside of this
wonderful, piping hot pussy of yours Andie, I’m officially done taking it easy on you. I’m going to
make my new mother in law… approve of me, over and over and over again…”

“Yes, yes please! Win me over as hard as you fucking can,” Andie yelped out, as Harry’s fingers
ran over her clit and a strong current of magic ran throughout her entire pussy in what felt like a bolt
of pure sensation. Then the man was wrapping his arms tighter around her vibrating body to grab a
fistful of her heaving tits, and he was lifting her up the length of his cock with an absurdly wet
squelching sound that filled the entire room.

Immediately after Harry started doing what she wanted of him, Andie’s rebellious sex immediately
started getting in the way. Her endlessly hungry and possessive pussy began trying to return the
man’s massive cockhead back to within the sucking confines of her womb with a series of hard
muscle contractions that had her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her pussy tightened with so
much intensity that her meaty little pussylips trailed almost an inch along his shaft the entire time
that he withdrew himself from within her. Harry’s cock was so thick, so long, so superior, that her
pussy felt like it was being pulled inside out as he dragged his flared out cockhead through inch
after needy inch of her continuously resisting pussy meat. Gods… Goddesses… Andromeda Tonks
nee Black was beginning to feel like she might just die if Harry Potter didn’t slam his cockhead
back into her womb right this fucking second!

And then he did.

With a growl of sudden aggression, Harry slammed Andie’s pussy back down the length of his
cock, thumping her womb with his cockhead even as he used magic to draw the other 2 Black
women over to their side. By the time Andromeda was releasing a scream of profound relief mixed
with renewed orgasmic bliss, Tonks and Narcissa were on their knees flanking their sides and they
were moving to take part in their sex without a second’s hesitation. Nimble hands immediately
started groping at Andie’s tits, ass, ribs, thighs and clit, even as Harry's ass was groped, his
testicles were massaged, his neck was kissed and Narcissa’s tits pressed into the back of his
shoulders. Now that he was done teasing his new mother-in-law into a sexual frenzy, Harry
scrubbed Andromeda’s pussy up and down his dick at an increasingly rapid rate, causing the
witch’s mouth to hang open and her eyes were to glaze over as her pussy took a fucking the likes of
which she’d never known was even possible.

The sound of thick thighs and a large round ass bouncing against a lap and the sound of a soaking
wet pussy getting ripped up and down an enormous meaty cock, made the guttural, barnyard noises
coming out of Andromeda Black’s mouth just that much more obscene and depraved. The woman
was being broken down. Her body was rapidly submitting to huge Potter dick. She was becoming a
new woman, she was experiencing a rebirth of sorts...

“Oh, oh Gods, oh Goddesses, oh my Loooord, your dick, your diiiiick isss allll I neeeed,” Andie
squealed out as her pussy released a wave of femcum all over Harry’s cock and balls to splash all
over her daughter’s relentlessly massaging hands.

“Yes, please do put my rather impertinent sister out of her misery so that you may begin sexing a
real Lady Black,” Narcissa begged in a needy tone of voice directly into Harry’s ear. “My pussy is
hotter and tighter than hers. My body is well over a decade younger and far, far softer.”

“My daughter is a full Metamorph,” Andie panted out as her legs were suddenly freed from
Harry’s magic and she immediately started grinding and riding her thick cum spilling ass back
against his lap like a woman possessed. “I don’t have Tonks’s transformative abilities, but a tight,
hungrily sucking pussy, a slim waist, and large gravity defying curves, I’ve got those for you my
Lord, I’ll always have those for you my Looooord! Hooohhhh Gaaawwwwwds!”

At the tail end of her words, Andromeda’s newly frantic dick riding suddenly launched her body
into a new orgasm so intense, her breath caught in her throat, her mouth dropped open, and her
limbs stopped responding to her wishes in lieu of twitching, trembling, kicking and slapping. She
moaned brokenly towards the ceiling with her head resting on Harry’s shoulder as her pussy and
core exploded in a wash of sensation, and her new lover continued to draw her vice tight pussy up
and down the length of his cock the whole entire time.

The man, the male Veela, the Incubus, the sex God, for that was what Harry just had to be, was
making sure that Andromeda wasn’t spared from a single instant of the whitewashed, mind
breaking, life alteringly powerful and all encompassing climax that was wracking her entire body.
For a seemingly endless period of time Andie came herself stupid on Harry Potter’s bitchbreaker of
a dick, and she felt like she was transcending, like she was being given a sample of what heaven
had to offer...

Then Andie felt Harry’s cock reduce in size as her overwrought pussy was slowly drawn up its
rock hard length and she was placed upon the nearby couch, and she knew… She knew that no
single woman was enough to satisfy a man such as him. Harry was moving on, he was going to
fuck her little sister… He was going to dominate every single woman that the Black family had to
offer… He was going to impregnate her daughter after fucking all 3 of them nearly unconscious…

Very suddenly, Andromeda felt her pussy contracting on nothing but empty air as her arousal
returned with a vengeance, and her runaway attraction to Lord Potter skyrocketed. Then she gasped
as a warm, curvy body was pressed down against her body, and Narcissa was on all fours above her
on the couch.

“Ten seconds and then my cock is returning to normal Cissy,” Harry warned as he dropped into his
knees between Narcissa’s spread open legs.

“Yes my Lord, more time than I need my Lord,” Narcissa moaned almost directly into Andie’s tits
as Harry’s reduced cock was shoved into her steamy hot, magically tight and choking depths.

“Always so fucking hot and tight,” Harry grunted as he grabbed a hold of Narcissa’s overly
dramatic, waspish waist, and hauled her fantastically flared out ass back towards his hips with far
less patience and care than he’d given her elder sister. Almost immediately after his balls slapped
heavily against her inner thighs, Harry allowed his cock to start growing back to its normal size,
and he revelled in the shaking and shuddering of the woman’s extremely disciplined pussy
muscles. Narcissa Malfoy wasn’t a Metamorph. What she was instead, was a very, very wealthy
little slut that had spent a vast fortune in Galleons altering her pussy specifically so that she could
force big fat dicks to spill their cum balls deep inside of her.

Harry very much approved…

Harry demonstrated his approval by slapping the woman’s right ass cheek, and then her left, and
then he dug his fingers knuckle deep into the abundant flesh of her ass as he slammed his ever
growing cock balls deep inside of her. He gave it to her in fast, hard, ever lengthening strokes that
hammered his head against her cervix and womb, and with every repetition, he thumped her
deepest depths with more and more authority.

“Hohhhgawwwds my Lord,” Narcissa almost immediately started yelling as she rapidly humped
her ass back against Harry’s waist and arched her tiny back to present him with a more erotic view.
“My pussy is yours my Lord! No one else can have it but youuuuu. No one else can do the things
that you do to my pussy! No one else makes me desperate and needy like you doooo!” At the tail
end of those words, Narcissa’s eyes suddenly widened and glazed over because Harry’s cock was
finally reaching its full enormous size within her, and her womb was taking a plundering. She ran
both of her hands against her dick dented tummy to massage Harry’s cockhead directly through the
lining of her stomach, and she crooned her way through a pussy clenching orgasm made even more
intense by the thought of having a womb full of his seed.

“Of course your pussy’s mine Cissy,” Harry growled as he completed very long and full dicked
thrusts into Narcissa’s wet wringing depths that pried open her cervix like a crowbar against a
latch. “You’re my personal secretary after all! Your only job is to blow my dick under the desk as I
work, and be available to present your hot little cunt at a single moment's notice!”

“That’s not my job description, it’s how I get paid,” Narcissa corrected in a completely manic
sounding voice. “Your cock and your cum is the only currency that I’ll do a full day’s work for,”
Narcissa added as a wave of her pussy juices splashed down onto Andie’s thighs and dripped into
the couch cushions. Then Harry was leaning down over her body to grab a fist full of both of her
tits, and she was peppering his neck and jaw with dozens of sloppy little kisses. “I’m completely
obsessed with your dick my Lord! I’m hopelessly addicted to your body! I live to receive your
cum! I want you to take me over and over again and make me one of your women!”

“I know,” Harry admitted as he bore down into Narcissa’s pussy from above, pressing the woman’s
beautifully fat ass down until her body was flush with her elder sister’s. “The only problem with
your desire is that you’re not willing to get along with my new mother-in-law,” Harry added as he
ground his cockhead just inside the entrance of her spastically shuddering womb. “I need to know
that you can make nice with your sister so that the Black family can become the powerhouse it's
supposed to be.”

“I’ll lick your seed directly out of Andie’s freshly creampied pussy every single morning just so
long as I can be one of yours my Lord,” Narcissa haltingly gasped out as she reached a new orgasm
around Harry’s hard thrusting cock and her thighs shook like twin bowls of Jello. Then she was
hugging her elder sister’s fuck addled body as if to prove the validity of her words and her entire
dick filled body was shaking like a leaf.

When two silky smooth arms slid down over Harry’s shoulders, a set of creamy smooth tits
pancaked against his back and a set of lips pressed into the side of his neck, Harry reached back,
grabbed a handful of Tonks’s ass, and then smiled at the woman’s nonverbal communication
skills. She was hot for him yes, but she was also pleased with him for trying to bridge a long held
gap between her mother and her aunt. Even as she ran her hands down his stomach muscles to his
balls, Harry turned to kiss his soon to be wife on the temple and the cheek.

Then Harry was withdrawing his dick from Narcissa’s shaking and shuddering pussy, pressing his
cockhead against Andromeda’s wet and ready pussy lips, and thrusting himself balls deep inside of
the witch to the sound of her joyous exhalation.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me my Lord,” Andie yelled out as her pussy was filled to capacity again and her
legs shot up straight into the air. “Make me cum! Make me squeal! My pussy’s yours now, my sex
is yours!”

For the next 10 minutes plus, Harry rotated back and forth between Andromeda and Narcissa,
fucking the 2 of them all across the couch in doggystyle, missionary, and on their sides. Then he
had them ride him in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl while they kissed and groped at each other and
spilled pussy juices all over every single inch of his couch. With every minute that passed, the 2
Veela affixed to the ceiling grew more and more desperate to seduce Harry’s attention in their
direction, and their allures were just seconds away from creating a no holds barred mating frenzy.

Narcissa became increasingly brazen in describing how she wanted his most potent and virile cum
stuffed deep inside of her womb, and how she didn’t give a damn about the risks. Likewise, Andie
grew more and more reckless, claiming that she trusted her new son in law not to knock her up
right in front of his new intended.

By the time Harry felt himself being drawn towards a climax, Andromeda was riding his cock like
a madwoman while rubbing her hands up and down his body like a teenaged pervert with a muscle
fetish. Her fantastically full tits were bouncing just a foot away from his face, her ass was slapping
and clapping down against his thighs, and her slim cock dented stomach was rapidly contracting in
an almost constant state of nearly crippling orgasms. Her soaking wet pussy was also tightening up
and rippling along his length with every second that passed, showcasing both the fact that she
actually did have some control over her sex, and that she wanted a womb full of cum just as much
as Narcissa’s did.

“In just a few moments, when I start to cum, I’m going to begin counting down from 25,” Harry
suddenly announced in a very pleased sounding voice. “When that countdown is complete, you
will rise off of my cock Andie, and you Narcissa, will take my still cumming cock balls deep inside
of your pussy. This is your chance to prove to me that you can actually cooperate to my
satisfaction.”

“Oooohhhh yes, please put out the fire in my womb with a flood of your thick and sticky cum, “
Andromeda moaned out on an unabashedly whorish and blissed out tone of voice as she rubbed her
milky white tits up and down the muscles of Harry’s chest. “Show me that you have what it takes
to knock up my tomboy of a daughter. Show me what being filled with Harry Potter’s cum feels
like.”

“Yes please seed me My Lord,” Narcissa immediately added. “Please fill my womb and consider
forcing me to carry your illegitimate child. I want the satisfaction of rearing a child with a real
man, of knowing I seduced the best and carried superior breeding into the next generation.”

“If you continue to serve me like you have been up until now, then I’ll consider putting a baby in
that absurdly tight little oven of yours,” Harry grunted as his balls tensed up against his shaft and
his fingers sank deep into Andromeda’s infinitely soft titflesh. “In the meantime, you defer to
Tonks as the new Lady Black and you treat your sister with the respect due to family.”

“Yes my Lord, it will be so my Lord,” Narcissa agreed with a radiant smile growing across her
face.

Then Andie was tightening her pussy up almost to the point that Harry couldn’t even move his dick
within her anymore, his shaft was spasming with his cock hilted balls deep inside of her, and Harry
was sucking one of Andromeda’s massive tits into his mouth as he finally dropped over the edge.
With a feral growl that had Andromeda’s arms instinctually tightening around his neck, Harry
began launching load after enormous load into Tonks’s mom, stuffing her pussy and then her
womb full of piping hot cum, and forcing a shrill squeal of explosive sexual satisfaction out of the
woman’s O’d out little mouth.

“I approve, I approve of you so, soo, soooo fucking much! You have every single one of my
blessings,” Andromeda screamed, whimpered and then moaned directly into Harry’s ear as her
little tummy kicked around a womb full to bursting, and her pussy walls were powerwashed by
Harry’s boiling hot load. “Please, please, please mate and then marry my daughter my Lord!! I
promise you that the Tonks family women will take extra special care of you!”

“The Black family women you mean,” Narcissa loudly corrected as Andromeda’s completely cum
stuffed pussy started leaking semen all over Harry’s crotch and her 25 seconds came to an end.

After helping Andromeda fall to the side with quite a bit more force than was required, Narcissa
instantly straddled Harry’s lap, took up his cum spilling cock, pressed it firmly between her tightly
clenching pussylips, and then hilted it inside of her in one large and aggressive movement. Her
eyes immediately trailed up into her head, an open mouthed smile bloomed across her face, and her
hands dropped to rub at her dick dented tummy where her Lord’s cum was rapidly swelling her
desperately hungry womb. She shook, she shivered, she crooned like a wild animal as her
massively overstimulated pussy milked her master’s fantastically huge load. She came. She came
hard. She looked down into Harry’s eyes. She willed him to read her thoughts and understand the
intensity of her need. She broadcast her desire to get bred by his cock with so much intensity, she
figured Leglimency wasn’t even necessary.

Then Harry was reaching out to drag Narcissa’s body down against his own, and the woman was
whimpering as if he was offering her a wedding ring rather than a moment of physical intimacy…

By the time Harry was finished cumming inside of Narcissa and Andromeda Black and they were
dropping to the floor like twin sacks of potatoes, both his balls and his inner thighs were soaked in
a river of his own cum. Neither of the women had any of the slut magic that the 2 Veela affixed to
the ceiling had in spades, which of course meant that he was going to need someone to clean him
up…

“Tonks,” Harry began as he rose to his feet and took in his soon to be wife fingering herself on a
nearby couch. “I desire that you clean all of the pussy juices and cum off of my cock before I move
on to the… main course.”

After launching to her feet, Transforming her body to look like a stacked Swedish blonde, and
conjuring herself a French Maid uniform, Tonks bustled over to Harry’s side. Slowly dropped to
her knees, and gently caressed Harry’s rock hard cock with two very soft and feminine looking
hands.

“I see…’ Tonks mused as she stared at Harry’s cum drenched cock and balls with the eyes of a
strict professional. “You are indeed completely filthy my Lord, and must be cleaned post haste.”
Then, as if she simply couldn’t stay in character for even an instant longer, Tonks suddenly pressed
her face right into the cum smeared mess that was Harry’s crotch and began drawing in a massive
inhale as if his testicles were the sweetest of mountain air. With a happy sigh and a salacious wink,
her lips and tongue began peppering Harry’s ballsack and inner thighs with kisses and licks that
made short work of cleaning up his cum. With that accomplished , she licked a long strip up the
length of Harry’s shaft, popped his cockhead into her mouth, and was about to begin choking
herself on his dick when a pair of hands suddenly dropped onto her head.

“Enough of that Tonks,” Harry said with a small shake of his head and a beckoning wave of his
hand. A moment later, when the woman was back up on her feet and standing just a foot in front of
him, Harry ran his hands down the front of her body, and a wave of green tinted magic began
flowing in and through her lower tummy where her womb resides. For several moments in a row,
Harry pressed his hands into Tonk’s navel and she shook and shivered at the intense magic that
was flowing throughout her lower body.

“You.. You’re,” Tonks began, her voice filling with emotion and her eyes growing foggy with
tightly restrained lust.

“Yes… I’m preparing your womb,” Harry explained in a very serious tone of voice. “When we
finish and I cum inside of you, you will become pregnant with my firstborn son. With the amount
of magic that I just put into making you fertile and ready to receive, the alternative’s no longer a
possibility…”

Tonks’s entire body was shaking with arousal even before she saw Fleur and Gabrielle’s invisible
bodies dropping down from the ceiling to float a few feet behind Harry’s right and left shoulder.
With the addition of an audience composed of stunning blonde Veela, and the fact that they were
about to deliver an overtly sexual form of punishment, Tonks suddenly found herself micro
orgasming for seemingly no reason… “I… I love you Harry,” Tonks admitted out loud for the very
first time, before a bright red flush grew into prominence across her face.
After drawing Tonks into his arms and running his hands up and down her back, Harry kissed the
woman on the temple and whispered into her ear. “I’m kind of a dick Tonks. Not only that, but I’ve
got a fear of commitment a mile wide. You’re too good to pass up even with all that being the case.
I love you too Tonks. You’re mine. I’m not letting you get away…”

“Merlin,” Tonks squeaked as her knees suddenly gave up the ghost on her and it was only Harry’s
arms that were keeping her up on her feet. “Please, please give it to me Harry,” she begged as her
transformation came to an end and she adopted her Black family features. “Please let me be the one
to carry your firstborn child. Please let me have that over every other woman in the whole entire
world!”

“You want it, you got it,” Harry growled as he banished the maid outfit right off of Tonks’s body,
grabbed the back of her thighs, lifted the woman clear off the ground, and then held her in the air
with her pussy just barely touching the head of his cock. Slowly and meaningfully, Harry dropped
Tonks’s squirming and red flushed body down the length of his full sized cock, and the woman
made her pussy take him inside, tighten up, and then wriggle around his length like a wet sucking
sleeve. As his cock slid deeper and deeper into her far too talented body, her legs wrapped around
his back and tightened into an extremely possessive leg lock. A moment later, when Harry finally
slapped his testicles against her ass cheeks and was hilted balls deep inside of his soon to be wife,
Tonks opened her womb to wrap around his head like a condom made of flesh and she whimpered
into his neck with a level of submission he’d never heard from her before.

“I’m laid bare to you Harry,” Tonks breathed it into his ear. “I’m wide open. I’m yours. I’m ready
to receive your seed.”

With a small happy nod of his head, Harry drew the two captive Veela to their sides so that the
women could watch their coupling from a really good angle and then he began lifting and dropping
Tonks’s unbelievably magical pussy up and down the length of his cock. He didn’t need to ease
Tonks into sex, he didn’t need to go slow or gentle. He fucked her. He fucked her hard. He drew
her fantastically curvy body up and down his cock like a man possessed, and Tonks screamed her
pleasure and excitement towards both the ceiling and their audience.

“Harry Potter’s taking me, he’s fucking his big fat fucking cock directly into my womb! He’s
going to knock me up! He’s going to impregnate me,” Tonks screamed as she humped her body up
and down in Harry’s arms and looked aside at the 2 unhappy but intensely aroused looking Veela.
“I’m the one who gets to have him and it’s all because of you,” Tonks yelled as her eyes tracked
over towards Fleur’s increasingly anguished expression. “I pity you for the instincts that you suffer
under, but since you’re a Godsdamned genius who knows better, I have trouble sympathizing. You
knew that your little stunt last night was all kinds of wrong, but you juuust couldn’t help yourself.
Well now he’s mine, Harry’s mine! I get to have him and I don’t give a single flying fuck if I have
to share him because he’s worth it and everyone fucking knows iiiit!” Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
my Loooorrd! Fillll me!”

From that point forward, Tonks’s eyes took on a glassy and vacant cast as an unbelievably
powerful orgasm swept through her body and carried away her ability to think rational thoughts.

After conjuring a table and placing Tonks’s body down flat upon its surface, Harry suddenly
repeated the partial invisibility spell on her dick dented tummy to reveal an x-ray image of his dick
sawing in and out of her pussy and how her womb was currently receiving his cockhead in a skin
tight sucking embrace. Then he was pounding his cock into the woman double time with Fleur and
Gabrielle stuck staring directly at Tonks’s cock filled womb from less than 2 feet away. He
grabbed Tonks’s thighs and he cracked his balls against her ass cheeks faster and faster, as her legs
reattached themselves around his lower back and her pussy clamped down desperately around his
length. He groaned as the Metamorph’s cunt began rippling along his shaft and swirling in tight
little circles like a vortex made of soaking wet flesh. He dropped his hands down into Tonks’s big
fat fucking tits only for them to grow even bigger and softer in his hands. Every single part of his
future wife’s unbelievably magical body was decadent in the extreme, and Harry’s balls were
beginning to throb with an ever growing need for release.

“I’m going to spill inside of you soon,” Harry finally called out after several more minutes spent
holding back an increasingly dense and thick load of freshly cooked cum.

“Yes, yes! Gods, Goddesses, Merlin and the Saints, please do it! Knock me the fuck uuuuupp! I
love you, I love your dick, I love your cum! Fuck a baby into me! Fuck me pregnant! Fuck me to
completion,” Tonks screamed as her hand desperately clutched at Harry’s ass cheeks and her legs
tightened to press his balls flush against her pussylips.

“You got it,” Harry growled as he slammed himself balls deep within Tonks’s pussy and then
roared his way into an absolutely titanic orgasm that he could feel all throughout his body. He
came like a lunatic, violently spilling the contents of his balls into Tonks’s x-ray revealed womb,
so that both Gabrielle and Fleur could watch every single second of her eggs getting flooded with
his unbelievably potent nut. This was no infertile load like those that Harry gives when he wants a
woman to feel the thrill of receiving a dangerous creampie. This was a very, very very healthy and
virile load of extremely active seed that was definitely going to impregnate the woman.

For the next 60 plus seconds, Harry slammed his balls against Tonks’s shaking and shivering
body, as he drained the last of his cum all over her inner thighs, asshole and then the table beneath
her. By the time he was finally finished cumming, Tonks was so far gone, he could only see the
whites of her eyes, and her legs were laying flat out at her sides across the table.

After rearranging Tonks’s body on the table and conjuring a blanket over her so that she’d be more
comfortable when she finally returned to the here and now, Harry waved a hand so that Fleur and
Gabrielle would float in front of him. “Well now… Considering how possessive and territorial you
young Veela women are, what I just did was the most appropriate punishment that I could think of.
Either way, I’m done dealing with you. I can’t spend the rest of my life being attacked by a pair of
dangerously domineering half Veela.”

With a wave of his hand, Harry conjured a pair of chairs and a long mass of satin rope that he tied
up the 2 women in. Next he gagged them with another 2 lengths of chord, and he conjured a sign
that he affixed to the both of their bodies with magic. With that done, he just stood there and
studied the words written on the sign for several seconds in a row. Finally, he shrugged in apparent
satisfaction and waved his hand in their direction.

Crack!

In the next instance, both Gabrielle and Fleur were gone from Harry’s home and he was walking
over to the ward scheme to erase their names from the permitted entry list of his various
properties…

“Do you think they'll be back,” Tonks suddenly asked from her spot laying atop the table.

“I can’t tell at the moment,” Harry admitted. “My magic has trouble predicting human behavior.”

“I know they’ll be back,” Tonks predicted in a confident tone of voice. “I don’t know much about
Gabrielle, but Fleur genuinely loves you…”

Harry didn’t know how to respond to that, so he didn’t. He merely moved back to Tonks’s side and
gently drew her completely languid and relaxed body down from the table.

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Crack!

“What the,” Appoline breathed out as she stood up from her settee and moved throughout her
home. The sound she’d just heard was that of an Apparition, but Appoline’s home was a Floo entry
only property, with exceedingly strong wards keeping random people from coming and going.

Then Appoline found the 2 people who had been Apparated into the middle of her Entry Hall and
her mouth gaped open wide.

Her daughters, Fleur and Gabrielle, were tied back to back in a pair of straight backed chairs, with a
large sign affixed to their bodies with magic. After reading the sign, Appoline drew a hand up to
her forehead and began trying to massage away a headache that she suddenly felt forming…

The sign read as follows:

~~~We drugged Harry Potter with a powerful mixture of Veritaserum and calming draught and
have been banished from all of his properties. Our degenerate parents never taught us to have any
respect~~~

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To Be Continued

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Chapter 10 - Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot’s New Position

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In the weeks that followed Harry’s impregnation of and subsequent betrothal to Nymphadora
Tonks, things seemed to settle down in some ways while growing even more hectic in others. After
a great deal of thought, Harry finally decided that he’d continue doing world saving missions for
the ICW, if only because both his new wife and mother-in-law lived on earth and would prefer that
it not become a barren wasteland… Along with this understanding came Harry’s return to his ICW
office on Monday morning, and his introduction to a brand-new pair of ICW handlers that were not
Fleur Isabelle Weasley…

Apparently, Fleur wasn’t shameless enough to make Harry regret doing work for the ICW, simply
so that she could get another crack at their argument.

Harry was impressed in a morbid kind of way. It seemed like only now, with whatever relationship
they’d once had in tatters, was Fleur finally deciding to show some self-restraint where his life was
concerned.

Either way, the delegates that comprise the ICW don’t like Harry running around without someone
at least trying to keep the fallout to a minimum, so they’d found 2 people that were new enough
and gullible enough to volunteer for the ‘honor’ of the position...

Enter newly instated British Delegates to the ICW Lady Susan Bones and Lady Hannah Abbott.

For the last week and a half, the 2 highly ambitious and career oriented English noblewomen had
been harassing Harry’s trio of sex starved secretaries with nearly constant demands that Harry do
this, that or the next thing, as if he was available to travel all around the world at just a moment’s
notice. Beyond the fact that Harry was most definitely not Ms. Bones and Abbott’s servant, and
could not be so easily bossed around, the primary reason that he wasn’t fulfilling any of their
demands was that every single one of them featured problems that weren’t Earth threatening in
nature. If Harry were to start taking on normal Auror or Government Agent work above and
beyond his current Earth saving duties, he’d never get a chance to sleep at night…

Nuh uh… No way… Harry wasn’t a public servant, like at all… He was a reluctant hero at best...

Long story short, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott were being an enormous pain in the ass...

To begin with, Harry’s recollection of Susan and Hannah was that of 2 extremely capricious and
fickle young ladies, especially considering the fact that they were members of the supposedly
‘loyal’ house of Hufflepuff. Every single year that he spent as a Hogwarts student, both their
opinion and treatment of him seemed to change dramatically based on whatever opinion was
popular at the time. As an example, during his second year, both Hannah and Susan were
completely convinced that he was the heir of Slytherin and that he was attacking his classmates
merely because he was a Parseltongue. Then again in fourth year, the 2 girls spent the entire first
half of the school year wearing those Support Cedric Diggory/Potter stinks badges and glaring at
him in the hallways. Of course, Harry had always considered the fact that both Susan and Hannah
quite happily took part in his DA classes the following year without ever bothering to offer even
the smallest of apologies, quite indicative of their selfishness and immaturity.

However...

If Harry was to be truly honest about Susan and Hannah’s value as people, he would also have to
admit that they were both witches of impressive skill and strength, that they’d always been kind to
Hermione even when the girl was being difficult, and that they’d both fought bravely against
Voldemort’s forces during the Battle of Hogwarts.

So yes… Susan and Hannah were just people like any other, with both strengths and weaknesses
and circumstances of their own, and Harry was at least trying not to be too impatient with them…

It was getting harder with every day that passed.

When you added the fame that Susan and Hannah garnered as veterans of the battle of Hogwarts to
the fact that the 2 of them were the heirs to extremely prominent noble families, it could come as
no surprise that Susan and Hannah had been chosen to represent Britain on a global scale, and that
they were quite used to being treated with a high degree of both respect and obedience.
Unfortunately for the both of them, their meagre renown, magical power and political authority
didn’t mean much to someone like Harry, who’s power and political importance couldn’t really be
measured…

And Harry’s patience with both their constant demands and their imperious attitude was finally
coming to an end...

“You will Apparate to Colorado America’s magical transfer station where you will report to a
Government Official by the name of Smauk. You will offer your assistance in regards to a rash of
magical serial killings that’ve been occurring in the region,” Susan demanded of Harry as she
unceremoniously threw a manila folder down upon his desk.

Just the movement of Susan’s arms as she dropped the folder was enough to make her fantastically
luscious tits sway and jiggle within the confines of her business suit. As an afterthought, Harry also
noted that the woman’s dark blue suit contrasted well with her bright blue eyes, pale lightly
freckled skin and vibrant red hair. Susan Bones was a beautiful woman, no doubt about it, and her
shorter than average height only served to make her abundant curves that much more dramatic.
Too bad, the authority that the woman was trying to assume over him and the ultra bitchy way that
she was going about it was more than enough to ruin her good looks in his eyes.

“Did you speak to my secretary about whether or not I was available to speak to you,” Harry asked
in a dismissive tone of voice as he continued to sift through the neat little piles of business and
diplomatic paperwork lining the length of his desk.

“Your secretary wasn’t in your front offices when we arrived, and we don’t have the time to work
on your schedule,” Hannah Abbott snapped back in an extremely impatient tone of voice.

Hannah Abbott, unlike her best friend, was a little taller than average but had only moderate size
breasts under her skin-tight white blazer and pencil skirt combo. Of course, what the woman lacked
in the bust area she more than made up for with her big bouncy ass and thick mouthwatering
thighs. Unlike Astoria Malfoy, Hannah did actually have medium sized breasts, but that never
stopped the boys back at Hogwarts from comparing the two of them as if they were the most bitter
of rivals. On the whole, Astoria and Hannah couldn’t really be compared, because where Astoria
was heart achingly adorable, Hannah had the classically beautiful and striking features befitting a
noblewoman of her station, with pale blonde hair, clear white skin and flinty grey eyes. Of course,
Harry was left wishing that the enormously fussy English Lady also had the composure and
courtesy expected of a noble…

If either of the 2 noblewomen had any common courtesy at all then maybe Harry wouldn’t be in
the situation that he currently found himself in.

“I’m not sure if the two of you have been specifically set up to fail by someone who means you ill,
or if you just never grew out of the immaturity and disrespect that I witnessed from you back in
Hogwarts, but I suggest you immediately leave my office and then wait for my secretary to
announce you.” As he spoke, Harry continued to sort through the different paperwork on his desk
because he couldn’t even be bothered to give the pair of women his full attention.

“We are the British Delegates to the ICW as well as your new handlers, thus we are your superiors
and we demand your respect,” Susan ground out with her teeth clenched and her hands balled up
into fists.

“Your so-called ‘authority’ as Delegates means absolutely nothing to me,” Harry casually replied
without ever pausing in the filing of his paperwork. “In fact, the 2 of you are currently making me
less inclined to respond to emergencies taking place in Magical Britain because you’re reminding
me just how self-entitled, selfish and rude the entire population of your obsolete little country truly
is... So, you see, Lady Bones and Lady Abbott of Magical Britain… You two are nothing but a
liability to your country...”

“Now wait just one second,” Susan started calling out before she abruptly stopped speaking and
her mouth dropped open in her surprise. She could hear… something… a sound… coming from
underneath Harry’s desk. A rhythmic slurping and swallowing sound was emanating from down
between Harry’s legs.

“You...You can’t be,” Hannah gasped out with a newly shocked expression on her face.

“How dare you,” Susan spluttered out next.

After looking up from his paperwork for the very first time,” Harry blinked owlishly at the 2 newly
red-faced women for several seconds in a row. “How dare I,” he repeated in an incredulous tone of
voice. “How dare I get a sloppy and enthusiastic blowjob under my desk while I work you mean?
Tonks… I’m pulling away from the desk now. Come.”

With his warning delivered, Harry slowly pushed his Muggle computer chair away from his desk,
pulling a woman with shoulder length brunette hair and a large fantastically round ass out from
within the concealment granted by its sturdy wooden frame. For all that Harry had called the
woman currently kneeling between his thighs Tonks, implying that it was his Metamorph betrothed
that was making such a huge production of sucking his completely astonishing cock, the woman
that was frantically throating herself up and down his gigantic dick was clearly the secretary that
was supposed to be staffing his front office, Astoria Malfoy.

“To answer your question Ms. Bones, I dare a great many things in this office... in my office...
because nobody in this entire fucking building has either the power or the authority required to
censor me,” Harry growled out with his eyes locked on Susan and Hannah’s faces and his hands
cupped around the back of Astoria’s rapidly bobbing head. “I dare because a man with my abilities
can never be replaced, and because none of you imbeciles can get a damned thing done without
me. If you disagree, and you want me gone, then do it, fire me… I dare you…” With his ultimatum
delivered, Harry gently cupped Astoria's cheek as he eased the woman’s body back under the wood
of the desk, and then he returned his attention back to his paperwork.
For almost a full minute, nobody said a word as Harry signed and filed paperwork and the British
delegates listened to the nearly frantic glucking and sucking noises coming from underneath his
desk...

“We.. We will return to the outer office, where we will await the return of your secretary,” Susan
finally breathed out in a voice that was almost but not quite a whimper.

We will be much, much more respectful in the future,” Hannah promised with her eyes cast down
towards the ground.

“Lord Deacon, our predecessor and superior back in Britain, told us that you wouldn’t have any
respect for us unless we were very harsh with you. He also warned us to keep you very, very busy
or you would start demanding absurd and humiliating sexual favors of us,” Susan whispered as she
stared down at Harry’s desk and what she could still hear happening beneath it.

“We don’t believe him anymore… You clearly don’t need to demand anything of anybody,”
Hannah finished for the 2 of them as they both walked backwards towards the door.

Click…

Harry’s new handlers with the ICW were gone, presumably to sit and wait patiently in his outer
office, and the woman currently sucking his dick was unbelievably excited over how she’d just
been caught/not caught cheating on her husband. Of course, any sane human being would have
immediately realized that Astoria Malfoy was definitely the woman that was worshipping his cock
with her mouth, tongue and throat, but neither Susan nor Hannah would ever admit to suspecting
anything because they’d immediately lose access to Harry…

No… After looking the 2 witches in the eyes, Harry wasn’t the least bit concerned that Susan or
Hannah would reveal Astoria’s infidelity to Draco Malfoy… Despite their earlier attitude, both of
his new ICW handlers were well aware that they were completely dependent on his abilities to
either make or break their careers…

“Demand sexual favors,” Harry scoffed followed by a quiet groan as Astoria’s jealously clenching
throat squeezed his cockhead in a wet and velvety embrace. “No need to get jealous, baby girl,”
Harry breathed out with a hand softly combing through the woman’s silky-smooth hair. “Now you
just keep working that wonderful little mouth of yours and daddy will let you spend some quality
time with him tonight…”

Over the next few seconds, the sound of glucking and slurping coming from under the desk nearly
doubled in both speed and intensity.

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Sometime later....

“Come in,” Harry called out when a series of very persistent knocks resounded from outside of his
office door. Once again, he was hard at work attempting to wrap up a week’s worth of accumulated
paperwork. Once again, someone was determined to interrupt his efforts.

A moment later, when a strong allure started wafting into the room preceding what had to be a full
blooded Veela, Harry knew for sure that his afternoon was about to get a little more… interesting.

“Zere was no one at ze front desk to announce me,” a tall, voluptuous, French blonde, pointed out
in an exceedingly disapproving tone of voice.
Appoline Delacour, for this could only be Appoline Delacour, Fleur and Gabrielle’s mother, was a
vision of wealth, class and sophistication, with bright red lipstick offsetting her alabaster skin, a
formal black dress that trailed down to her knees with a cut so tight that her curves were on full
display, and a plunging neckline that showed off far more than it concealed. Her skin was flawless
and her features would’ve been angelic except for the fact that they were far too sinful to qualify.
Her posture was both proud and domineering, and her every movement was unceasingly erotic.
Appoline Delacour was a full bodied, full blooded, born that way sexual creature, with nothing
held back and no mercy for the weak. Her allure dominated the entire office right from the get go,
so of course Harry made a point of completely ignoring the woman as he continued to focus on his
paperwork.

“I don’t recall having any appointments scheduled this afternoon, Mrs?” Harry might’ve already
known exactly who the woman standing in his doorway was, but there was no way in hell he was
going to give this woman the satisfaction.

“Appoline Delacour,” the woman replied, both the tone of her voice and the expression on her face
radiating disgust and disapproval.

While drawing in a very deep breath, Harry finally allowed his attention to be pulled away from his
paperwork, but only so that he could look up at Appoline with a displeased expression of his own.
“What brings you to my office both unscheduled and uninvited, Mrs. Delacour?”

“Two matters at ze very least,” Appoline began in a tone that brooked no argument. “You ‘ave ‘urt
my daughters, used zem and zen discarded zem as eef zey are nozzing but play-zings. ‘Ou also
called my ‘usband and I a pair of degenerates, zus ‘ou owe all four of us reparations and an
apology.”

“Did you really tell your daughters to magically interrogate me so that their imprinting would come
to an end,” Harry suddenly asked, completely ignoring all of the woman’s silly demands.

“I did, but I ‘ad no idea zat zey would use such a… powerful concoction,” Appoline immediately
admitted with a tiny little shrug of her shoulders. “I would ‘ave thought zat my daughters would be
capable of forcing ‘ou tell zem ze truth wizout resorting to such… extreme methods.”

“So, your only problem with your daughter’s actions is their methods,” Harry repeated with a sigh
and a small shake of his head. “It seems I was right... You, Mrs Delacour, are a degenerate… It
really is sad though… Your daughters are merely a product of their upbringing, and I pity them for
the effect that you’ve had on them. They’ll never be able to treat the men in their lives with any
respect, so they’ll never find the happiness that they’re looking for.”

“My daughters are ze pinnacle of sophistication and beauty, so zey will ‘ave whatever zey want
from any man zat zey want,” Appoline, retorted in a voice cold enough to freeze lava. “Such ees ze
way eet ‘as always been wiz Veela. Only an unrefined blackguard such as yourself would ‘ave my
daughters deny zeir magical ‘eritage, deny zeir gifts...”

“Not true. I’m merely denying your daughters access to ME, because that same magical heritage
that you take so much pride in makes them far too troublesome to have around,” Harry countered
in an equally cold and impatient tone of voice. “You appear to be laboring under a misconception
Mrs. Delacour… I do not need your daughters. I’m not a slave to your daughters. Your daughters
can and indeed have been replaced with other women, women that I can trust not to attack me in
my sleep.”

“My daughters are worth any amount of ze trouble zey’ve given a womanizing cretin such as
yourself,” Appoline growled, as her features suddenly took on an overtly supernatural quality. Over
the next few moments, her beauty seemed to intensify by several magnitudes and her allure more
than tripled in intensity. “I will show ‘ou exactly what my daughters ‘ave been ‘olding back....”

Just a split second after saying those words, Appoline suddenly paused in her advance towards
Harry’s desk, when she heard several different sounds coming from underneath the highly polished
wood. Then she abruptly released a feline snarl of outrage as she realized that Harry Potter had
been receiving a blowjob under the desk the entire time the 2 of them had been arguing with each
other.

Now that Appoline’s allure was billowing throughout the entire room in thick, undeniable waves,
whoever was crouched below that desk had given up entirely on subtlety and they were throating
themselves upon Harry’s cock as if their very life depended on it.

Gluck, slurp, pop, gluck, gluck, slurp, pop, smack, gluck, slurp, pop, gluck, gluck, slurp, pop,
smack, gluck, slurp, pop, gluck, gluck, slurp, pop, gluck, gluck, slurp, pop, smack….

The obscene sounds of a mouth and throat stretched to their very limits around a dick echoed
around the newly silent office even as Appoline stalked forward and then slammed her hands down
upon Harry’s paperwork. “My ‘usband, hoo ees a very ‘andsome and powerful wizard capable of
resisting large amounts of allure, frequently sleeps wiz ze ozzer Veela of ze Enclave even though
‘ee loves me very, very much... and do ‘ou know why?”

“Because he’s outsourcing for all of the respect he doesn’t receive at home,” Harry ventured as he
eased back in his chair and allowed himself to visibly enjoy the blowjob that he was receiving.

“Because Veela... get... what... zey... want,” Appoline enunciated both slowly and with great
meaning.

“I only give what I want to give, and only when I want to give it,” Harry replied equally slowly and
meaningfully.

By now Appoline’s features looked more like a Goddess's than a mere mortal woman’s and her
allure was so strong it was curling the paperwork sitting along the edge of Harry’s desk. That’s the
reason why Harry couldn’t quite stop his eyes from dilating wide when Appoline suddenly pulled
her dress down the length of her body to pool at her flared out hips, doubled the intensity of her
allure until even he was beginning to feel his sense of reason fraying, and leaned over his desk until
their faces were merely a foot away from each other.

“‘Ou, ‘Arry Potter, need to learn what eet ees to be pursued by a Veela truly determined to ‘ave ‘er
way,” Appoline crooned in a voice that seemed to carry far more than the sounds that comprised it.

After a very long moment passed where Harry didn’t do or say anything at all, an amused smile
slowly but surely grew across his face. “You, Appoline Delacour, desperately need to be taught
some... humility…”

Appoline’s eyes dilated wide at Harry’s continual resistance to her allure even as she doubled its
strength once again and started unclipping her pearly white bra.

“The situation’s changed,” Harry suddenly announced down towards the space underneath his
desk. “I was planning on teasing you relentlessly for quite a while longer before finally giving you
what you desire of me, but now I have good reason to alter my plans. Are you prepared to get
fucked in front of an audience?”

“Yes! Yes, please my Lord,” called out a very disheveled looking Susan Bones that was stripped
down to nothing but a blue bra and panties set. Even as the English noblewoman gasped out those
words in an immensely relieved tone of voice, she popped up from under the desk and began
peppering Harry’s upper thigh with rapidfire kisses. “I’m burning up under the Veela’s powerful
allure my Lord, but it’s still you that I want! It's you that I need!”

“I’ll let you have my pussy anytime and anywhere my Lord,” a green bra wearing Hannah Abbott
hurriedly added as soon as her friend finished speaking. With similar timing, the woman popped up
from under the desk as she spoke, but unlike Susan, she had the base of Harry’s dick cradled
lovingly in both of her hands and the remainder of his shaft laying heavily across her face. “Please,
please, my Lord, make a spectacle out of fucking me senseless! I seriously won’t survive being
teased by this magnificent cock any longer, so please for the love of the Gods let me ride your
dick!”

For the next few seconds, Harry just nodded approvingly down at his ICW handlers. The fact of
the matter was that the 2 of them were faring far better than he’d have expected within the
extremely powerful allure filling his office. Oh sure, he was using quite a bit of magic to shield
their minds from the worst of the allure’s effects, but truly arcane mental abilities that run in
families such as Su Li’s empathy and a Veela’s allure are notoriously slippery and hard to defend
against. What Harry was finding particularly impressive at the moment, was the way that both
Susan and Hannah were channelling the lust that Appoline was feeding into their bodies towards
the target that they desired most… Him…

Well would you look at that… The Hufflepuff girls were finally learning how to loyal....

“Very good. I’m quite pleased with the both of you,” Harry finally verbalized as he waved his
hand, and the makeup of the room suddenly began to change.

Appoline’s mouth dropped open in both surprise and rising indignation as she was completely
ignored by absolutely everyone in the office and then forcibly floated across the room like
luggage. Even as her wand flew free of her thigh holster to drop atop Harry’s desk, a large and
comfy looking four poster bed appeared out of thin air in the middle of the room, and her body
began floating towards its blanketed surface without her ever getting a say in the matter. Appoline
squirmed and flailed in the air in response to her sudden loss of control, but it was all for naught.
Soon enough, she was laying on her back on the bed with thick velvet ropes tying both her wrists
and her ankles to the bedposts, and the ropes were tightening to the point that she could barely
move an inch.

With no hesitation at all, Appoline attempted to conjure two balls of passionfire to burn the ropes
and free herself, but to her immense surprise some sort of barrier magic was keeping her from
bringing her inner flames into being. Then she tried to complete a full transformation to bring her
talons to bear on the ropes, but once again she found herself unable to do so!

Appoline was trapped. What’s more she was helpless.

What was sooo much worse than either of those things was the fact that she was still being
ignored!...

By this point, Harry had pushed himself up from his chair so that he could look down at what
Susan and Hannah were doing to his dick. Both women were kissing, licking, massaging and
sucking on both his cock and his balls as they both tried to prove that they should be the one to go
first.

“The first of you to look me in the eyes, and broadcast all of your strongest kinks will be the one to
go first,” Harry suddenly announced with no warning whatsoever.
What followed was a silent but intense race between Susan and Hannah to be the first one to
broadcast all of their kinks and sexual proclivities. In the end Susan won, but only because she
launched up to her knees, wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist and physically blocked his view
of Hannah’s eyes with her body.

“Not fair Sue,” Hannah complained in a truly pitiful tone of voice even as she continued to kiss and
massage Lord Potter’s heavy hanging balls.

“All’s fair,” Susan quoted as she rubbed her bra clad breasts up Harry’s body, cupped his face in
both of her hands, and stared him in the eyes from extremely close range. “Please, please give me
everything that you’ve got my Lord,” Susan whispered as her lips brushed and nipped at Harry’s
jaw, neck and shoulder.

With a small wave of his hand, the bed that Appoline was tied down to grew wider on her right
side, so that they could all join the woman without being overcrowded. Then he cupped Susan’s
cheek and stared her in the eyes. “You will lay down on the bed with your head resting on Mrs.
Delacour’s belly. You will follow all of my orders down to the letter…”

“Yeah, yes, yes my Lord. Right away my Lord,” Susan squeaked, as she reluctantly tore her lips
away from the skin of Harry’s chest, dashed across the room, and lay her head down atop
Appoline’s continuously squirming form.

“I will call the Auror Service and have you arrested for attacking and abducting me,” Appoline
suddenly threatened as Susan’s vibrant red hair fanned out across the skin of her naked belly.

“In that case, I will demand that Veritaserum be administered during the trial so that I can describe
in great detail how you were trying to force yourself upon me,” Harry replied with an amused
shake of his head. “You forget yourself Mrs. Delacour. You forget that you’re nothing but a
particularly good-looking rapist. I had zero intention of having sex with you when you suddenly
targeted me with the entire force of your allure. If it were any man but me, you would’ve had your
way with him against his will.”

“Ra.. Rapist! How dare you,” Appoline immediately spluttered out, her mouth agape in shock. The
very idea that Harry might not consent to her advances had never even occurred to her before. “I
am one of the most beautiful women in the entire world,” she defended in an unbelievably
affronted tone of voice.

“That may be so,” Harry admitted with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. “On the other hand,
you’re still nothing but a worthless, cunty little harpy who never learned that there are
consequences to her actions.”

“I can’t… I can’t even believe eet...,” Appoline whispered to herself in a broken, almost delirious,
whimper of a voice. She was so far gone in her current state of abject humiliation and shock that
she only lay there and stared when Harry dropped onto the bed and returned his attention to the
redhead using her as a pillow. By the time Appoline tried to speak again and failed because her
voice box was magically sealed, she was already all but forgotten by the other 3 occupants of the
room…

Appoline Delacour had never, ever, in her whole entire life, been dismissed, disregarded and told
that she was worthless before. Her mind was in chaos. Her body was on fire. Her allure was
pouring out of her body with the intensity of a high-pressure gas leak.

Appoline had never met a man that treated her like Harry Potter did...
“I have never been hotter for anyone, ever, in my whole entire life and it’s not the allure,” Susan
admitted as Harry kneeled on the bed at her side. “You’re so fucking extra my lord. Gods..
Goddesses… Please, just... please!”

With a small nod of understanding, Harry turned his attention to an empty patch of bed at their
side, and began conjuring several different items of varying shapes and sizes. “Close your eyes Ms.
Bones. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I give you permission.

“Having caught sight of the wide based candle resting next to Harry’s knee, Susan shivered even as
she tightly closed her eyes. “You… You intend to drip hot wax upon my body?...”

“This is actually a Muggle product called a massage oil candle, but yes, it will be hot,” Harry
explained as he placed a tray to the side, lit the cylindrical candle with a thought and then beckoned
Hannah over to his side.

Within less than 3 seconds flat, Hannah was up on the bed with her arms wrapped tightly around
Harry’s waist, and she was waiting to hear what he had in mind.

“Our dear friend Ms. Bones has a series of very sophisticated kinks, as befits a woman of her
station,” Harry stage whispered down into Hannah’s ear. “One of those unfulfilled fantasies, is that
she gets you involved in her sex life in a far more proactive fashion than merely sharing a man or
two... Do you understand what it is that I’m asking of you?”

“I... I only wish that you’d told me sooner Sue,” Hannah breathed out as she dropped behind Harry
on the extra wing of the bed, crawled up under Susan’s splayed open legs and began kissing her
way up the woman’s inner thighs.

“Goddesses, Gods,” Susan gasped out as she felt a rash of sensation against her sensitive thigh flesh
and then remembered that she wasn’t allowed to open her eyes to investigate. A moment later,
when she felt Harry’s hands gently, oh so gently running up her thighs and over her belly to drag
idly against the material of her bra, the soft but random touches immediately caused a cascade of
shivers and goosebumps to develop all over her stomach, arms and legs.

“That’s right Ms. Bones,” Harry whispered as he moved his fingers up and down the woman’s
body in carefully controlled, enormously gentle sweeps. “You my dear, appear to be a fan of
sensation play… a gentle form of BDSM that’s actually rather hard to get just right. Thankfully for
you, you’ve come to the right man…” With those assurances made, Harry suddenly grabbed up a
large feather that he’d conjured, and began sweeping it down Susan’s belly towards her inner
thighs. “Hannah… Please begin gently kissing Susan’s pussy lips. Gently now… We’re teasing her
to a peak...”

“Yes, my Lord,” Hannah whispered out as she slowly drew her lips closer to her best friend’s
pussy, released a long hot breath against her silk covered clit and then pressed a feather light series
of kisses against the “V” of her soaking wet panties.

With yet another nod of approval, Harry returned his attention to Susan’s upper body, lightly
dragging his feather up and around her bra to tease tiny little gasps from the twitching redheads
slightly parted lips. Then, when the woman looked like she was just moments away from begging,
he silently banished away both her bra and her panties, and ran his feather across both of her
nipples, first the right one, then the left.

By this point, Susan was panting for air, fisting the blankets underneath her body in her tightly
clenched hands and shivering from her head to her toes.
Harry had zero intention of going to go easy on her…

Pulling a small bucket and the candle from the side of the bed, Harry drew out a small cube of ice
and floated it in the air. Next, he did the same with a small globule of hot oil, and he drew it all
down towards the woman’s beautifully flushed skin. He slowly drew his hands up Susan’s belly to
cup at her big beautiful breasts with both of his hands, and then he allowed the ice cube to just
barely graze her nipple between his fingers for just a little longer than a second.

Susan's entire body shivered and twitched at the surprising sensation and her pussy shook violently
under Hannah’s gently probing tongue.

In the seconds that followed, Harry pinched and tweaked both of the woman’s nipples even as he
drew the hot oil down to her belly and allowed just the tiniest amount to drip onto her skin.

Hahh,” Susan gasped, twitched and just barely managed to keep her eyes closed. Then a cube of ice
was pressing down against the oil spot on her belly and the cooling sensation was causing a rash of
electric sensation to radiate across her entire nervous system. Amidst all of this, Harry continued to
relentlessly grope at her big beautiful tits and pinch her nipples between his fingers as the only
constant that she could rely upon. Then, as the oil cooled and soaked further into her skin, she
could feel its lubricating properties and she realized the direction that Harry’s actions were heading
in. A small, hyper aroused whimper suddenly leaked from her lips as her back arched and her
breathing picked up a labored quality.

That’s right Ms. Bones,” Harry repeated as he began alternating between dripping hot oil and small
dabbings of ice to keep the woman’s body guessing and her senses on the edge. He delivered sharp
little pinches to her nipples paired with well times brushes of his feather across her goosebump
covered flesh, and then he smoothed everything out by rubbing the warm oil deeper into her skin.
Soon enough, Susan’s entire upper body was an oily mass of overloaded nerve endings, and she
was squirming under Harry’s hands as if she were suffering a very pleasant death.

With a smile and a glance back towards Hannah, Harry suddenly banished all of the clothing off of
his body, straddled Susan’s belly, and dropped the heavy mass of his rock-hard cock within the
vast confines of Susan’s ultra-soft and generous breasts. Reaching back to draw Hannah’s hands
away from where they were resting on Susan’s belly, he pulled them further up her body so that
she was cupping Susan's breasts together around his cock. Then he used his magic to do what he’d
been doing with his hands, running oil and ice across her stomach, breasts and nipples even as he
pinched her nipples and fucked his cock up and down through the valley of her cleavage.

When Susan started releasing a ragged and overwhelmed moan that slowly emptied out her lungs,
Harry smiled at how thoroughly he and Hannah were riling the woman up. Without even having to
look back, he knew that Hannah had never stopped edging her friend towards orgasm with her soft
and plushy lips and ultra-dexterous little tongue, and Susan’s pussy was spilling her arousal down
into the blankets beneath her twitching and trembling ass cheeks.

Of course, that was the moment when Harry conjured four different teasing water charms and set
them to work on their various different targets. One floated down to begin pressing and teasing at
Hannah’s dripping wet little pussy, one dropped down to spread open the depths of Susan’s pussy
in preparation for his cock, and two more quickly swirled around Susan’s diamond hard nipples
while rapidly alternating between hot and cold temperatures.

Just a few seconds after adding this new magical stimulus, Hannah was wiggling on her belly
where she was huffing air directly into her friend’s pussy, and Susan was violently shaking like a
leaf in a storm. Harry smiled as he lazily fucked his cock up and through the woman’s
overabundant cleavage to press his cockhead against her slightly parted lips. Then, just as Susan’s
mouth started opening further, he suddenly pulled his cock away to repeat the action. He wasn’t
the least bit surprised to find that the redhead’s mouth was wide open and waiting to receive his
cockhead at the end of his next thrust, and he buried the first few inches of his dick into her spread
open mouth before slowly pulling back again…

Without ever having to say a word, Harry found himself fucking both Susan’s oiled up and shiny
tits and her hungrily sucking little mouth. He luxuriated in the wet, slippery, sucking heat that
Susan’s oily breasts and steamy little mouth offered around both his cockhead and his shaft. He
smiled down at Susan’s highly erotic red flushed face even as his various tools continued to press,
poke, tickle, heat and cool her skin at random intervals from every direction imaginable.

Within almost no time at all, Susan’s body was overwrought. Her body was at the very peak of
pleasure and orgasm denial. She couldn’t take much more. They all knew it. She knew it most of
all…

“Please. Please my Lord. Please fuck me,” Susan gasped out during the moments when Harry’s
cock was drawn from her tightly sucking lips. “Please ruin my pussy with your absolutely gigantic
cock. Please take me. Please let me open my eyes and look at you when it happens. Please let me
witness the moment when you make my body yours.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Harry mused as he picked up the pace that he was fucking his cock into her
mouth. “I’m not sure letting you open your eyes is the best course of action… You’re broadcasting
your excitement like a radio tower Ms. Bones. You really like what Hannah and I are doing to you
right now... “

“Yes, yes, I love it, I love it, but you, your body, your eyes, so beautiful, so sexy, I want, I want
you, want it, I want to see it,” Susan haltingly begged as Harry’s cock quickly popped in and out of
her mouth and her breasts were relentlessly fucked.

“Very well,” Harry finally allowed as he banished the water charms on Susan’s nipples, gestured
for Hannah to change her focus up to Susan’s breasts, and then rose off of the woman’s body to
take a position between her thighs. By the time Harry had Susan’s thighs held up in his arms and
his newly reduced cock pressing firmly against her pink and puffy pussylips, Hannah was sucking
hungrily on one of Susan’s oiled-up nipples, and she was squirming and panting in a fit of hyper
aroused, messy heat.

“You may open your eyes in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now,” Harry counted down before, banishing the water
charm within Susan’s pussy, leaning forward over her body, locking eyes with her, and slowly
thrusting his large but reduced cock into her smoldering hot and twitching pussy lips. Almost
immediately after his cockhead first sank into the woman’s piping hot and tightly clenching pussy,
her thighs started shaking, her legs shot out straight into the air, her hands shook and slapped
against both the bed and Hannah’s back, and her mouth spilled wide open to release a completely
unhinged orgasmic yowl.

“Gods! My Gods! Goddesses! He’s entering me! Harry Potter is shoving his stupidly big cock into
my poor little pussy,” Susan ranted as she stared at Harry’s muscular body and reached up to grope
at his abs. “Saints above! Already! I’m already cumming! I’m cumming so fucking hard! How,
how are you!? Gods!” Then Susan was no longer capable of speech, and her legs snapped together
to lock tightly around Harry's lower back as her lungs emptied out in a throaty, animalistic moan
that had everyone’s hair standing on end.

Showing no mercy whatsoever, Harry’s cock immediately started growing back to its normal size
while releasing hundreds of powerful healing charms directly into the woman’s core and clit, and
Susan Bones was reduced to flailing around in a whitewashed wasteland of overpowering
sensation. By the time Harry hilted himself balls deep inside of the woman and his cock was just
halfway back to its normal size, Susan sounded like she was speaking tongues as if she were
channeling a god, or completely delirious. Ten seconds later, when he was finally returned to his
full dramatic proportions, Susan’s eyes were the size of saucers, her pupils were dilated wide and
she was staring at her dick dented little tummy as if she couldn’t quite believe her eyes.

“My… My womb… My poor little womb is… Fuuuuuuck! Fuck me, fuck me, I’m fucked, I’m
being fucking fucked! I’m yours! I’m yours my Lord! Please, please fucking take meeeee my
Loooord!” Along with her words, Susan cupped the back of Harry’s ass in both of her hands and
began humping her stretched wide, frothy, soaking wet and dripping pussy up along the length of
his cock with a desperate brand of enthusiasm.

Susan Bones was clearly a glutton for punishment, the likes of which Harry very rarely found in
normal witches.

Harry very, very much approved.

“That’s a good girl, that’s a good little slut,” Harry grunted out as he leaned further over Susan’s
body, pressed Hannah's mouth down harder against the woman’s right breast by the back of her
head, and magically directed all of his different props to continue inundating the woman’s body
with a wide variety of different sensations. A few moments later, when Susan seemed capable of
taking even more from him, he also started channeling powerful magic directly into her nervous
system through both the hand that he had cupping her left breast and the cock that he currently had
buried balls deep inside of her pussy.

As their fucking grew faster and harder with every moment that passed, Susan moaned like a
whore, humped her pussy up the length of Harry’s cock as if her life depended on it, screamed in
elation with manic tears slipping from her eyes, and groped at every inch of his body with
desperate and urgent hands. As frayed and distant as the woman’s rational thought was becoming,
Susan’s frantically sucking pussy wasn’t backing down an inch. In response, Harry started fucking
her down into the bed with nearly inhuman speed and strength, while stimulating her body with
every physical sensation that he could think of all at once…

And then, when the heat, the cold, the feather, the mouth sucking on her nipple, the soft slide of
skin, the massive dick rubbing every nerve ending in her pussy, the magic coursing throughout her
clit and her core, and all of the other sensations that Harry was hitting her with finally synergized
with flawless timing and execution, Susan Bones’s body was sent careening into a mind shattering
climax that had her screaming her lungs out towards the ceiling, spilling femcum all over Harry’s
cock, balls and conjured bedding and scratching at his back as if she was a wild animal.

Harry barely even slowed down....

Fwop, slap, squelch, fwop, slap, squelch, fwop, slap, fwop, slap, squelch, fwop, slap, squelch,
fwop, slap, squelch, fwop, slap, squelch…

From that point forward, Susan came hard and she came often and she continued to hump her
fantastically curvy body back up against Harry’s dick purely out of an instinctual desire to mate
with the man. Despite the fact that she was being reduced to moaning like a beast out of a slack
jawed mouth, the redhead's body just couldn’t get enough, causing her to drag Harry’s chest down
against her oil-shined and slippery tits with a wild sexual energy that went way beyond normal
endurance. At this point, the only sign that Susan didn’t have completely unlimited stamina was
the way that her pussy was beginning to clench and spasm around his deeply buried cock, and how
the entrance to her possessive clenching womb was giving up any and all form of resistance.
With every deep dicked thrust that Harry delivered to slap his heavy balls against the flesh of
Susan’s soft and curvy ass, he pried open the woman’s cervix more and more so that he could dock
the tip of his cockhead with her sticky little womb. The two of them were performing a dance as
old as the human race itself, and Susan’s red flushed, shivering, orgasm drunk little body was
reacting accordingly by moving to trap her lover as deep inside of her as possible. Her pussy
tightened up like a wet sucking sleeve, her stomach muscles flexed in rhythmically contracting
waves. Her rapidly humping thighs, trembling calves and hard curled toes wrapped tighter and
tighter around Harry’s lower back, and she rubbed her luscious curves up against his body with a
frantic sensuality that simply couldn’t be described. Eventually, the woman’s legs felt more like a
boa constrictor trying to strangle its prey than they did a human woman aiming to get a womb full
of nut.

Then, when several more minutes passed and Harry still hadn’t given Susan what her overwrought
body was demanding of her, she finally resorted to begging, and a satisfied smile immediately grew
across Harry’s pleasure filled features.

“HooohhhhI can’t take iiiit anymore! You’re breaking my poor little pussy! You’re breaking my
mind! Please! Please my Lord! Please cum for me! Please seed me,” Susan gasped and then
moaned as her hands groped and clutched desperately at Harry’s back and shoulders. “I want it! I
need it! I promise I’m on the potion! I need to feel your baby batter swelling my little womb!”

“If you want it then you should work for it,” Harry growled as he lifted Susan up off of Appoline’s
body, slammed her down on his lap pussy first and began scrubbing her cunt up and down the
length of his cock as if she was nothing but a sex toy. “Ride me Ms. Bones. Use those sexy legs of
yours to milk what you want from my cock.” Even as he whispered those words into Susan’s ear,
he drew Hannah up to the woman’s back with a wave of his hand, and directed her to fuss at her
friend’s neck and back with her hands, mouth and tongue.

“Work that beautiful dick Sue,” Hannah whispered as she kissed the side of Susan’s neck and
rubbed at her clit with an eager little hand. “Milk that cum deep, deep into this tight little pussy of
yours…”

After replying with a completely submissive series of whimpers, Susan pressed her excessively
curvy body flush against Harry’s chest, slammed their mouths together for an extremely hungry
series of kisses, and began riding his dick as fast as she possibly could. She bounced, she gyrated,
she twerked, she pressed her huge bouncing tits against Harry’s chest and face, and she rooted her
unbelievably spread open pussylips down against the base of Harry's cock. Susan twitched as her
micro-orgasms escalated into something much more powerful with every single movement that she
made. Within just a few moment’s’ time, she was spilling a large amount of pussy juices all over
Harry’s lap and squealing towards the ceiling like a barnyard animal. Even as she fought to
continue moving, her pussy was tightening up much too much for her to draw his flared-out
cockhead out from within her deepest depths. With every single second that passed, her body was
being pushed closer to its limits. Her eyes were fluttering. Her consciousness was waning...

It was time.

“I’m going to cum inside this fantastic little pussy of yours Ms. Bones, and I’m going to do
something very specific to your body when it happens,” Harry whispered into Susan’s ear. “I’m
going to paralyze your vision, hearing, taste and smell, as well as every sense of touch that isn’t
directly related to your sex. Then I’m going to magnify the sensations coming from within your
pussy several times over until you feel every single sperm cell that I release inside of your hungry
little womb. Are you ready to feel every little detail of the moment that you receive the thickest
creampie you’ll ever receive in your life? Are you ready to become nothing more than an
orgasmically twitching hole for me to drain my seed into?”

“Hoohhhhgawwwds, please do iiiiit! Your sex is too gooood, it’s tooo much. You’re killing me my
Lord. I’m gonna dieeee,” Susan whimpered into the meat of Harry’s shoulders. Then, with her
consent given, her vision slowly dimmed to black, the sound of her ass slapping down against his
thighs ended, the man’s addictive musk disappeared from within her nostrils, and the feeling of her
arms curled tightly around his muscular body slowly ceased to exist.

Just as Harry had described to her, every sense that wasn’t directly related to Susan’s sex was
stripped away from her, only for the sensations being generated by her pussy, clit and womb to
double and then redouble in intensity. Soon enough, Susan’s whole entire world, her every nerve
ending, her every sense, was awash with Harry Potter’s massive, beautiful, indescribably
pleasurable cock, stretching her walls to their limits and slamming against her completely
submissive little womb. Susan Bones was nothing but a pussy full of big Potter dick, and the
pleasure that she was experiencing was too much for her to feel without convulsing onto a state of
crippling orgasmic euphoria. In her current state of nearly transcendent bliss, Susan attempted to
thank the man who was delivering her these sensations. She had no idea if she succeeded. She tried
again and again as her entire being was fucked and filled to the brim...

Then Susan felt it happen… It was molten hot, expanding, flushing her entire being, and painting
her every surface into a thick gluey mass of animalistic completion. She was receiving Harry
Potter’s seed. She was being filled with his roiling, boiling load. She immediately exploded into
another cataclysmic orgasm in return. Her entire world was both cum and cumming and a state of
clenching wringing warmth!

At the same time, Harry was bearing down on Susan’s newly slack body with her legs thrown up
beside her face in a very thorough mating press, and he was using Appoline’s continuously
squirming body as nothing more than a prop to keep the redhead’s ass up in the air. Susan’s mouth
hung agape, her eyes swam with pleasure, and her mouth was releasing sounds that didn’t sound
the least bit human. Her arms flailed weakly at her sides as her pussy clamped down like a vice
around every inch of his hard-fucking dick. Then Harry hilted his cock into the woman with his
balls draped heavily across her upraised asscheeks, and he released all control he had over his
impending orgasm. With a long low grunt of runaway pleasure, he started cumming like a firehose
deep, deep inside of Susan’s cockstuffed little pussy, causing her irises to contract into needle
points, her mouth to drop into a wide open “O” and a moan to leave her throat that was so sloppy
and guttural everyone in the room felt themselves shiver in sudden arousal.

Somehow, without even feeling her limbs to do so, Susan still managed to lift her legs and wrap
them around Harry’s lower back, and a series of half understood, slurred out words spilled from her
spastically moving lips. “Yours, full, pussy, cock, perfect, yours, your pussy, your hole, please,
seed me, pregnant, yours…”

With a small effort of his magic, Harry suddenly returned Susan’s senses back to normal, her eyes
quickly regained focus, and her every limb immediately snapped back around Harry’s body with
the strength of metal bands.

“My body’s yours my Lord. I want nothing more than to officially become your cumdump. Please
let me live my life leaking your seed down both of my inner thighs,” Susan moaned in a blissed-out
voice directly into Harry’s ear as her persistently wringing pussy continued to desperately milk his
cock. Even as she begged Harry for more and more of his cum, the surplus seed that he was
releasing deep inside of her started spurting back out of her to paint her inner thighs a brilliant
white.
With Appoline’s allure filling every square inch of the office, it was no surprise that both Harry
and Susan came like lunatics both on and inside of each other. With every second that passed, more
and more cum oozed up Susan’s upside down body to coat the underside of her fat tits and down
over her asshole to drip all over Appoline’s belly. By the time they were finally finished cumming
on each other, Susan Bones was a creamy fucking mess both inside and out. She was a sweaty,
oily, languid, fucked silly, cum covered little cockwhore…

She’d never been happier in her life…

Thirty seconds later, when Harry finally finished creampiing yet another English noblewoman, he
found his face being cradled within Susan’s slippery oil sheened cleavage, with her hands combing
gently through his hair, and her possessive legs rubbing sensually up and down the back of his
thighs. Considering how hard he’d just fucked the woman, and the way that he’d used her
sensation kink to a completely absurd extreme, Harry was slightly surprised that she was seeking
this moment of physical intimacy. Not that he was complaining. Susan’s big beautiful tits were
completely wonderful, and well worth the wait.

On the other hand, Harry was only half finished having his way with his 2 new ICW handlers, and
Hannah was currently losing it under the effects of their captive’s allure…

Susan was just moments away from passing the fuck out as Harry slowly drew a still hard but
slightly reduced version of his dick from within her continuously trembling pussy, which is why
she moaned piteously when Harry suddenly slapped her ass and gestured for her attention.

“Lady Hannah Abbott is secretly a completely irredeemable slut and she only managed to Graduate
Hogwarts a virgin because she was far too shy to act on her completely obscene and depraved
desires,” Harry explained when Susan blinked up in his direction. “Case and point, her wildest
fantasy from back in school demands that I have a helper.”

“I couldn’t move my legs to save my own life,” Susan slurred out in a completely candid moan.
She wasn’t trying to be difficult. Her mind was currently completely fuckdrunk with endorphins.
Her legs were jelly. Her pussy was mush. Harry Potter had fucked her into requiring a wheelchair...

With a nod of his head, Harry lay a hand down on Susan’s right thigh, and her eyes immediately
dilated wide at the extremely powerful current of magic that was flowing into every pore of her
body. Within just one or two seconds at the most, her legs were bouncing along the bed, her arms
were trembling with energy and she felt like she could run a fucking marathon.

“Ha.. How,” Susan gasped as she backpedaled away from Harry’s hand and cut off the flow of
magic that he was feeding into her body.

“MaAaAgIc,” Harry slowly answered while making jazz hands at his sides. “Now… Hannah
here,” Harry began while banishing the water teasing spell that was rendering Hannah into a
spastic pile of limbs. “Hannah likes her roleplay. She likes it a lot... so you're going to assume a
character for me.” With a wave of his hand, a rather large double-sided strap-on dildo was
conjured into place in front of Susan’s body, where it slowly entered her newly trembling pussy
and loosely cinched around her waist. With a second wave of his hand, a very powerful illusion
grew around Susan’s body that made her both look and sound like someone else entirely.

Susan Bones currently looked like Cedric Diggory.

Now that Susan was in character, Harry closed his eyes, focused his magic on his body, and his
face took on a much more youthful quality as he became an especially tall, muscular and healthy
version of himself as a teenager. With a small gesture of his hand, Harry opened a channel between
himself and Susan so that he could convey what he needed her to do without having to speak.

As a last few steps towards making the scenario that he was creating truly exciting and realistic,
Harry waved his hand in Hannah’s direction, casting a mild form of Confundus charm over the
girl’s mind to make her start forgetting that they were only performing a roleplay. Then he
conjured a tight little Hogwarts uniform minus the robe to appear around her lingerie clad body.
Hannah’s new white dress shirt was so small that her tits were spilling out, and her plaid skirt was
so tiny that her entire ass was basically on full display.

It was perfect...

“My, my, my, little Hannah Abbott,” Harry began in a quiet but intense tone of voice. “You should
know better than to wear such a slutty little uniform when you’re all alone with boys such as us…”
As he spoke, Harry conjured a Hogwarts work desk right next to the bed and leaned against it with
a very confident expression on his face.

After catching on to Harry’s plan, Susan/Cedric merely nodded his head, moved up to Harry’s side
and stared down at Hannah with a very lecherous smile upon his face.

After recruiting strength back into her wobbly legs and slowly rising up to her feet, Hannah pressed
her breasts flat against Harry’s diaphragm and then poked him in the chest. “Perhaps I just wanted
to get through to the most dense man in all of Hogwarts. Perhaps I just wanted you to notice me.”

“Perhaps you’ve succeeded,” Harry allowed while cupping his hands down around Hannah’s
fantastically soft and round bubble butt. “What I’m curious about is whether you can handle the
fallout… Cedric and I are both rather impatient men… We’re not going to take turns…”

When Hannah shivered in noticeable amounts of arousal, Harry smiled aside at Cedric and then
pushed the girl down so that she was sprawled clear across the desk with her feet spread shoulder
length apart. “I’m fucking this pussy ASAP Cedric. You can start with her mouth.”

Susan merely nodded Cedric’s head as he walked towards the side of the desk where Hannah was
resting her red flushed face atop her forearms.

At the same time, Harry moved in behind the woman, flipped up her microskirt, sank his fingers
knuckle deep into her ass cheeks, and began running the head of his reduced cock up and down the
length of her soaking wet panties. Then, with a flex of his magical muscles, the girl’s bra and
panties were suddenly gone, Hannah’s tiny, twitching, arousal leaking pussy was revealed, and the
woman was shivering at the feeling of his cockhead sliding against her super sensitive pussy folds.

“Are you on any variety of contraceptive potion at all Hannah,” Harry asked as he just barely
pressed his cockhead within the folds of her pussy.

“No. I’m not! We... should... stop,” Hannah gasped out, only to pause as Cedric’s cock waved in
the air directly in front of her face.

“Can you please silence this silly girl,” Harry impatiently demanded of Cedric. “I have no intention
of worrying about safe sex when I have a huge sexy ass waving right in front of me. If I knock her
up, then it serves her right for being such a Godsdamned tease...”

“Wait no! I can’t get pregnant! I’m only a teenageMMMMM,” Hannah attempted to argue, only
for Cedric to obediently fill her mouth with his dick and bring her protests to a very sudden stop.
Then she felt Harry’s far larger cock spreading her pussy lips around it’s flared out, girthy crown,
and she howled around Cedric’s dick with her hands groping around his thighs and ass.
Of course, from Harry’s perspective ‘Cedric’ still looked like Susan Bones wearing a strap-on,
because he wasn’t the type that liked to witness other men working over a woman, but there was
also something to be said about watching Susan’s large, full, sexy tits bouncing back and forth as
she slammed that dildo down into Hannah’s poor resisting throat. In the meantime, Harry slowly
but surely shoved his reduced dick deeper and deeper into the woman’s steaming hot depths and
her big beautiful bubble butt shook and shivered as he pressed his cockhead against her every
sensitive fold.

“What a slutty little pussy,” Harry remarked as he thrust forward just a little harder for a moment
and gained several inches towards being completely hilted inside of the woman. “Despite sweet
little Hannah’s feeble protests, her tightly sucking cunt is soaking wet and pulling me deeper with
every single movement that I make,” Along with his words, Harry casually slapped the girl’s right
ass cheek, not hard but with enough force to make it wobble dramatically and leave behind a faint
pink handprint.

When Hannah gave Cedric a pleading look, the boy slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth,
allowing her to complete a lookback to give Harry a desperately hungry look paired with an
expression of both fear and trepidation. She nervously bit at her bottom lip even as she licked her
lips and stared him in the eyes. She whined piteously in her fear of being knocked up, but she also
insistently humped her big, round beautiful ass back against Harry's waist in slutty little grinding
movements that caused the desk she was propped upon to thump against the floor.

Hannah Abbott was a born that way, cock spilling seductress, and a cum hungry little whore that
should never have been able to graduate Hogwarts without getting knocked the fuck up…

Harry was very, very impressed...

“No more whining,” Harry suddenly barked out as he slapped Hannah’s left ass cheek to match the
handprint on her right, grabbed a hold of her slim little waist with both of his hands and hilted
himself balls deep within the slippery confines of her overexcited little cunt. Then he leaned
forward over the woman’s back and cupped her chin in order to growl directly into her ear. “Listen
here Abbott. You’ve been fucking me with your eyes whenever you get the chance all damned
year, so I’m not going to stop until I cum in this tight little womb of yours. You and I both know
that you’ve had this coming for a long damned time now.” With every single word that he said,
Harry reeled back and slammed his cock into Hannah’s pussy just a little bit harder.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, but I, I want you, I’ve wanted your dick inside of me so, soo
bad, and I just couldn’t stooop myseeelf,” Hannah moaned as her body was pounded down against
the desk and her entire body started shaking in pleasure and runaway arousal. “Please don’t cum
inside of me though, Harry. Please don’t knock me up…”

“You could always push me away then,” Harry offered in a borderline evil voice. “You could
always tell me not to touch you, not to fuck my cock deep inside of you. I’ll do it. I’ll pull out right
now. Abstinence is the best form of birth control after all…”

“Nooooo,” Hannah immediately whined as she began bouncing her fat ass back against Harry’s
body even harder. In her irrational fear that he would pull out of her, she started performing a rapid
and desperate series of hard grinding motions that had her bubble butt rippling and flattening
against Harry’s waist and her soaking wet pussy squelching hungrily up and down the length of his
cock.

“If this silly little Huffleslut can’t figure out what she wants, then she’ll just have to deal with
taking what I want from her,” Harry growled as he looked up at ‘Cedric’ and gestured for him to
get back to fucking the girl’s mouth. “I’m not holding back anymore. I’m going to wreck this little
pussy with my full-sized cock. I’m going to ruin her for any other boy but me, and then I’m going
to make it official by putting a bun in her nasty little oven. She really is a fine piece of ass after
all... I plan on helping out the Abbott family with their little line continuation problem…”

“Noooooo pleaaaseMMMMM,” Hannah protested until Cedric’s cock was suddenly shoved back
down her throat and her mouth instinctually hollowed out around every last inch of his intruding
shaft. At the same time, she started feeling Harry’s cock growing larger and larger inside of her and
his cockhead expanding directly against her cervix in a way that simply couldn’t be described, and
a long slutty moan began leaking out of her thoroughly cock stuffed little mouth.

By the time Harry was finished allowing his cock to grow back to its normal size, Hannah Abbott
was frantically slapping and pawing at the desk beneath her body, moaning like a whore around the
dick stuffed in her mouth, and bodily shaking as if she was being electrocuted. Even as Harry
ground the head of his cock even harder against the woman’s womb and vaguely felt her tummy
press down against the wood of the desk, he enjoyed how her fantastically attractive ass was
trembling like twin bowls of jello and her back was arching like a cat’s.

“This womb is mine now Hannah,” Harry breathed out in a very serious tone of voice as he speared
the woman down against the desk with his dick.

With a wild jerk of her head that suddenly popped Cedric’s cock out of her mouth, Hannah turned
to lock eyes with Harry with a desperate, feverish and lust glazed expression on her red flushed
face. “I’ll let you fuck my ass Harry! I’ll let you have any of my holes whenever you want, just,
please come inside of my ass! Please don’t cum in my pussy!”

With an explosive scoff and an enthusiastic series of little slaps to both of Hannah’s ass cheeks,
Harry suddenly reached out, grabbed the Hufflepuff around the waist and drew her shoulders up
against his chest. Then her entire body was up in the air as he floated her towards the bed with her
pussy still impaled down on his cock and she twitched and wiggled in his arms with every single
movement that they made.

“If abstinence is the most effective form of birth control then anal is by far the sluttiest. I should’ve
known that an ingenious little cocksleeve like you would immediately suggest it,” Harry pointed
out in an extremely amused tone of voice. Even as he said those words, he settled down on his
back on the bed right next to Appoline’s continuously squirming body and he turned Hannah
around to ride his dick in a cowgirl position.

“As big as my cock is and as unwise as your suggestion is, we’re still going to do exactly as you
say,” Harry agreed with a massive smile growing across his face.” With a subtle wave of Harry’s
hand, Hannah gasped and shivered because she suddenly felt her asshole being magically cleaned
and lubricated.

“You’re going to have to break in Hannah’s little asshole for me Cedric,” Harry suddenly called out
to Susan as his hands settled back onto Hannah’s thighs to firmly pull her completely O’d out pussy
down around the base of his dick. With every single micromovement of his cock within Hannah’s
pussy, his cockhead ground against and then into the tight little ring of her cervix, pressing his
dicktip flush to her womb to deliver the threat of an extremely effective insemination. Harry Potter
was letting Hannah Abbott know what he could, and most likely would be doing with her pussy
regardless of all her plans and best intentions...

Of course, Hannah felt her womb being spread open and invaded with every single movement that
Harry Potter made. She also felt her insides squirming in an instinctual desire to receive every
ounce of his ultra-virile load, which is why she started staring down at the boy as if he was holding
a loaded gun to her head. In a perfect contradiction, Hannah’s left hand rubbed up Harry’s chest to
his arms and her right hand did the same to his abdominal muscles as she visibly and shamelessly
groped and fondled every inch of his muscular body. She bit at her bottom lip, moaned and huffed
out hot damp air in her rapidly growing arousal, and she whined in desperate need from the bottom
of her ultra slutty little soul.

Hannah Abbott was the very definition of conflicted, as her super needy pussy and voraciously
hungry little womb made insistent demands of her that she desperately struggled to resist. It was
futile. It was a waste of time. Hannah Abbot was a cumslut who desperately wanted a womb
swollen full of Potter seed. She knew it. Harry knew it. They both stared at each other with that
knowledge painted clear across both of their faces.

While Harry and Hannah were having their little stare-down on the bed, Susan waved her wand at
her ‘cock’ to cover it in lube, slowly prowled up between Hannah and Harry’s legs, and silently
pressed the head of her dildo against the blonde Hufflepuff’s cute little asshole. The woman
immediately started shivering from her head to her toes in a mixture of trepidation and excitement,
but she also wiggled her ass back and forth in an inviting manner. Susan didn’t need to see any
more than that to know that Hannah was ready to go. She took the plunge and thrust herself
forward with a shudder of her own at how the dildo inside of her was pressed against her depths.

“Fuh, fuuuuck, fucking Gaawwwds! Full! I’m sooo fucking fuulll,” Hannah immediately bleated
out as Harry’s gigantic cock in her pussy and Cedric’s dick in her ass suddenly made her body feel
like a Christmas turkey stuffed to the brim and ready to pop. She had both of Hogwarts’s most
famous, most sought after, most superior men, plundering her body with their dicks, and she had
‘the’ Harry Potter threatening to knock her the fuck up as if he had every right to do so. Her body
started trembling from head to toe long before Harry started pulling her body up the length of his
astonishingly pleasurable cock and Cedric started withdrawing his dick from within her ass with
perfect coordination. By the time the boys were both thrusting themselves back into her slutty little
holes, Hannah’s eyes were wide and glazed over, her mouth was slack, and her tongue was spilling
out to drag against the unbelievably delicious skin of Harry’s chest.

With a grunt of aggression, Harry suddenly ripped open Hannah’s tiny little dress shirt to suck one
of her cute pink nipples into his mouth, sank his fingers knuckles deep into the meat of her
clapping and slapping asscheeks, and then began channeling raw magic into her clit, her core, and
her g-spot near where Susan’s dildo was pounding into her asshole. Then a smile grew across his
face when Hannah immediately moaned as if she was dying, and her pussy spilled a wave of
femcum all over his cock, balls and inner thighs. In the moments that followed, Hannah’s pussy
continued to pull him deeper like a skin-tight sucking sleeve to massage at his cockhead with her
twitching trembling womb. Hannah Abbot could protest all she wanted, but her body was far more
honest. The woman wanted to be filled… Her body wanted his seed…

As any pretense that she was anything but Harry’s whore ebbed away more and more with every
passing second, Hannah moaned loudly and without reservation down into the muscles of his
shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she began humping her poor, impossibly
stretched out and overstimulated pussy down upon his dick with a completely reckless abandon.
Then she started cumming again and her thighs shivered uncontrollably as she desperately rooted
Harry’s cockhead in her womb. Immediately after the orgasm lost some of its ruinous intensity, she
started trying to move again, only to cum even harder and collapse down against Harry’s body with
her violently twitching pussy spilling juices all over his waist, stomach and thighs.

“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck iiiiit,” Hannah finally moaned as she tried to rally once again, rode Harry’s
dick like a madwoman and felt Cedric’s cock pumping into her ass even faster as a result. “Just
take me Harry! Take exactly what you want from meee! I can’t fight it anymore! I can’t even think,
let alone study! I can’t go on without this massive fucking dick in my pussy! I want iit! I neeeed it!
Fuck my education! Fuck my future! Fuck a baby into meeee!”

“You don’t want me spilling my cum into your asshole then,” Harry asked even as he took over
and started fucking himself up into Hannah’s soaking wet and rippling little pussy.

“You can cum in any of my slutty holes whenever and wherever you want, but only after you first
fill my womb with your biggest and thickest load of the day,” Hannah screamed out in an orgasmic
and delirious tone of voice. To underscore her words, she immediately began rooting her pussy
down against Harry’s balls as hard and fast as she possibly could and rubbing at her dick dented
belly with both of her hands.

“You want it, you got it,” Harry immediately agreed as he cupped both of Hannah’s ass cheeks,
and started scrubbing her tight wringing pussy up and down his cock in very long meaningful
thrusts that slammed his cockhead against her womb over and over again. For the next few minutes
he gave it to Hannah exactly like that with Susan matching him thrust for thrust from behind, and
the blonde woman moaned and whimpered and shuddered and spilled cum all over his cock and
balls over and over again. Then, finally, with an empathic signal for Susan to withdraw and a grunt
of intense satisfaction, Harry hauled Hannah’s pussy right down the length of his cock, released all
control over his orgasm, and began launching a high-pressure geyser of cum directly against her
cervix to flush into her thirsty little womb.

“HoohhmyGaawwwwds he’s really doing iiiiit! Harry Potter’s knocking me the fuck uuuup,”
Hannah squealed out before her voice devolved into a long, loud and throaty moan of purely
instinctual satisfaction. During the moments that followed, as the cum spilling inside of her depths
grew denser, and then started expanding the walls of both her pussy and her womb, Hannah’s
eyelids fluttered over completely vacant eyes, her mouth dropped open, and her limbs snapped tight
around every inch of Harry’s body. Without even giving it a thought, she relentlessly rooted her
pussy down hard against Harry’s balls in order to take as much of his cum as deep inside of her as
she possibly could, and she feverishly kissed, licked and nibbled at the juncture of his neck and
shoulder the whole entire time.

By the time Harry’s bottlenecked cum started spurting back out of Hannah’s enormously
inseminated pussy to pool on both of their inner thighs and then ooze sluggishly down into the
bedsheets, Lady Hannah Abbot was completely beside herself with orgasm, and was twitching
feebly as she lay limply across Harry’s whole entire body.

20 seconds later, when Harry’s climax finally petered off and came to an end, Hannah very slowly
returned from her sex addled stupor, at which point she almost immediately began whimpering in a
state of newly rising panic and anxiety. There was just no way that she wasn’t pregnant. She was
going to be expelled. Her father was going to kill her!...

Of course, Harry chose that exact moment to wave his hand and cancel the Confundus spell on the
young witch’s mind...

“Oh, oh my giddy aunt,” Hannah immediately breathed out as her arms and legs relaxed further
around Harry’s body, She slumped limply in his arms and breathed out a massive sigh of relief.
“Oh, my Gods. Oh, my Goddesses. Thank the Saints it isn’t real. My father. He, he’d definitely
have disowned me if I’d gotten pregnant while I was still in school. Still… That was so… exciting,
so terrifying, so amazing… My Lord please, please make me one of your women. I won’t last any
time at all without your sex now that I’ve experienced what you have to offer...”

“You’re nowhere near finished ‘experiencing’ what I have to offer,” Harry pointed out as he drew
Hannah’s body to his side and gently pushed her into her belly across the top of Appoline’s thighs.
“You promised me the use of your little asshole Lady Abbot, and since I’m a huge fan of this
fantastically sexy ass of yours, I plan on cashing in…”

“Hoohhhhmy Gods,” Hannah immediately squeaked as she turned around and saw Harry looming
over her with his continuously rock-hard cock waving in the air. Even though the man had reduced
the size of his dick once again, she knew that such a thing wouldn’t last, and she knew that she was
about to get fucked to within an inch of her life.

“Bring it on,” Hannah whispered with a newly manic expression growing across her face.

Flying in out of left field, stripped out of the strap-on and naked as the day she was born, Susan
Bones joined her friend sprawled across Appoline’s weakly struggling body, with her ass waving
up in the air. “Me too my Lord! I don’t want to leave here today without all of my holes full of your
cum!”

With a nod of his head and a smile on his face, Harry conjured a large amount of lube both onto
and inside of Hannah’s ass, and then levitated his still flaming massage oil candle over Susan’s ass
to slowly drip tiny little dollops of the oil onto both of her ass cheeks. As Susan started squirming
and panting in renewed arousal and twitching under the hot oil splashing against her skin, he
cupped his hands around Hannah’s flared out hips and began pressing the head of his cock against
her tiny little rosebud of an asshole.

“Both my pussy and my ass are yours my Lord,” Hannah panted out as her breathing quickened
and her skin goosebumped under his hands. “Nobody else can do the things that you do to me.
Nobody else even comes close…”

After allowing his eyes to drift over towards Appoline’s face to take in the woman’s wide eyes and
half wild expression, Harry smiled in apparent satisfaction and made a grand production of lightly
slapping Hannah’s asscheeks back and forth. Then he was slowly but implacably thrusting his
oiled-up cock into Hannah’s ultra-hot and buttery asshole, and the woman was shuddering from
head to toe.

Hannah Abbot took to having Harry’s cock in her ass with all of the serenity that could be expected
of someone such as her… None… She loudly moaned, she panted for air, and she humped her ass
back against his cock even as he pressed her body forward and down against Appoline’s tightly
restrained form. Hannah’s eyes grew both wider and wilder the deeper that Harry thrust inside of
her, until finally his thighs made contact with the soft round globes of her ass, and her entire body
went completely ballistic.

In the moments that followed Harry hilting himself balls deep within Hannah’s rapidly twitching
asshole, it felt like he was trying to ride a bucking bronco as her body went buck fucking wild
beneath him. For several moments in a row he simply held on tight as the woman came her fucking
brains out on his dick, then he slowly drew his hand up her spinal column to release waves of
healing magic directly into her body, and he started allowing his cock to grow back to its normal
size.

By the time Harry’s dick was noticeably growing balls deep within her asshole, Hannah’s mouth
was already releasing a sound like that of a boiling over tea kettle, and she was just moments away
from falling right back into another mind breaking orgasm. Then Harry actually started thrusting
inside of her in long deep strokes that smashed his cockhead against her g-spot over and over again,
and there was nothing future tense about it.

Hannah Abbott broke down into a second orgasmic fit of spastically trembling ass muscles just
seconds after coming down from another, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes drifted
up into her head.
As Harry settled in, started fucking Hannah’s ass in earnest, and luxuriated in the hot smooth
tightness that was Hannah Abbott’s asshole, the woman continued to lose her Godsdamned mind
over it in a series of extremely sexy ways. He dragged his hands up and down her sides and she
pawed at his hands as if they were a lifeline. He dragged his fingers down the skin of her thighs to
leave behind tiny white lines of newly scratched skin and she arched her back as if he’d
electrocuted her. He pounded down into her with more and more enthusiasm and the woman
started spilling pussy juices everywhere to completely soak Appoline’s bunched up dress.

4 minutes later, when Hannah was reduced to a twitching mass of limbs and she was whimpering
down into the blankets on the other side of Appoline’s body, Harry slowly popped his cock from
within her oiled-up asshole, magically cleaned and lubricated himself, and then turned to regard
Susan Bones.

Susan Bones’s entire ass had become a sloppy mess of half solidified massage oil that needed to be
rubbed into her twitching, shaking butt cheeks, and she was staring up at him over her shoulder
with a pitiful expression on her face that had him conveying his sympathy with small little
humming noises.

As he moved up behind the woman, he began rubbing all of the hot oil further into her asscheeks,
even as he cleaned and lubricated her ass with yet another quick spell. Then he had his reduced
cock pressed against her asshole, and Susan was forcing herself back against his body with enough
eagerness that he immediately decided to let her take the lead. Susan Bones wanted his cock inside
of her, and she wanted it now… She grunted, she moaned, she whined, but she continued to hump
herself back against his cock harder and harder until finally she forced her poor little asshole further
and further down around his cock. Once again, Harry simply allowed himself to enjoy the moment,
as Susan’s ultra-hot and smooth insides gripped at and massaged his cock, and the woman moaned
like an animal in heat.

Then Harry started channeling healing spells directly into the redhead’s nervous system, began
allowing his cock to grow back to its normal size, and started thrusting inside of her to slap his
testicles against her inner thighs and pussylips, and Susan’s body exploded into rapid movements
and an almost feral brand of hyper-furious sex appeal. Of course, this time Harry wasn’t even all
that surprised, but Susan Bones was an absurdly aggressive firecracker of a lover even when taking
a massive cock balls deep in her ass, and she she proved that by slamming herself back and up
against his waist as if she was determined to make him cum in record time. Unfortunately for
Susan, in a repeat of her earlier performance, it was herself that she was driving to orgasm and she
was doing so at an extremely rapid rate.

Within just 2 or 3 minutes at the most, Susan Bones was cumming explosively around Harry’s dick
with his cockhead rubbing against her g-spot, his hand massaging her clit and his magic flowing
through everything in between to light her body up like a Christmas tree.

At which point, Harry suddenly switched back to Hannah Abbott and the cycle repeated itself.

For the next 15 minutes, Harry alternated between fucking Hannah and Susan and the 2 women
were reduced to mewling like small animals, leaking copious amounts of femcum all over
Appoline’s body and holding onto each other for all of the physical intimacy that they wanted.
Then Harry felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm in the throbbing of his balls, and the
view of Hannah’s gigantic ass rippling in absolutely beautiful ways under his rapidfire thrusts was
a large contributing factor.

“When I finish cumming inside both of your asses and say the word ‘now,’ I want you girls to
immediately turn around, lean your faces flush together and open up your sexy little mouths,”
Harry grunted out as he slammed his cock balls deep in Hannah’s ass with his hands wrapped
tightly around her waist.

“Yes! Gods yes! Please, mark me both inside and out my Lord,” Susan immediately begged with
wide manic eyes and a feverish expression on her face.

“Hoooooooohhhh, please give me every single drop of your seed,” Hannah begged in a desperate
and over excited slur of a voice.

With a nod and a growl, Harry slammed his cock into Hannah’s ass 5 or 6 more times, hilted
himself balls deep with authority, released control of his orgasm, and started filling the woman’s
guts with an explosion of his freshly cooked cum. Right away, Hannah bucked so hard under the
cum being launched into her ass that Harry had to restrain her with his hands and thighs to keep his
cock hilted as deeply as he wanted it. Then he was pulling his cock out of Hannah Abbot’s ass,
leaving her limp and languid body behind as he quickly moved over to repeat the process deep
inside of Susan Bones. Even as Harry moved to penetrate the woman, she was grabbing up his
cock and slamming her asshole back against his lap like an anal riding Kamikaze. It worked.
Harry's next load was launched directly into her bowels and a scream of near orgasmic arousal
started spilling from her lips.

Finally, 20 second later, when both Hannah and Susan had asses full to the brim with his piping hot
seed, Harry grunted out the word ‘now,’ pulled his cock from within Susan’s clenching ass, and
began spraying his cum down on the girls’ rapidly swiveling faces. With almost no lost time,
Susan and Hannah had their cheeks pressed together and their mouths wide open, and Harry was
spraying them both with dozens of extra-large, extra-thick cumshots. First their foreheads, cheeks,
mouths and chins were doused to drip down towards their necks and shoulders, and then their
breasts were coated in a thick frothy white glaze as Harry took extra care to give them the pearl
necklace that they deserved so much. Harry came hard and he came long, and he covered his
newest lovers in a tidal wave of ultra-sticky, thick and viscous cum.

Finally, when Harry’s orgasm came to an end, both Hufflepuff women collapsed into the bedsheets
right next to each other, and then slowly moved in to begin cleaning each other up with their
mouths. They never went so far as to kiss each other romantically on the lips, but they clearly had
no reservations about sucking and licking up cum off of every inch of each other’s bodies with a
level of friendly intimacy that was both cute and sexy in the extreme.

Harry smiled as he took in the sight, patted both Hufflepuff girls affectionately on the thigh, and
then moved up beyond the 2 cumswapping women to look down at their French Veela captive...

“I geeve up my Lord. I surrender… Please, please fuck me…,” Appoline begged in a completely
unhinged tone of voice. As she squirmed in her ropes and stared up at Harry as if she was starving
for him, she licked at her lips in a way that promised nearly infinite sexual satisfaction.

“No. I refuse,” Harry immediately replied. “To give you any attention at all right now would defeat
the entire purpose of what I just did. You, Appoline Delacour, need to be taught that you’re merely
an attractive woman and not the undeniable sex Goddess that you seem to think you are. What’s
more, you need to realize that you’re nothing but a nuisance, and a terrible role model to both of
your daughters. More than anything else, you need to be taught your place…”

In the seconds that followed Harry’s immediate and unhesitant rejection, Appoline’s eyes fluttered
over lust glazed eyes, her teeth bit against a trembling bottom lip, and her lower body shook
violently in what was quite obviously a powerful little orgasm. It appeared that the sophisticated
French woman was actually getting off on being both degraded and abused….
Huh… Go figure…

After staring down at the woman for several seconds in a row, Harry suddenly shook his head and
rolled his eyes. He should’ve known that this would happen… The Delacour women, every single
fucking one of them, were freaks….

“I’m about to Apparate you back where you came from. Take this opportunity to grow the fuck up,
and then teach your daughters to think before they act,” Harry barked out in a voice containing a
mixture of extreme impatience and disgust. “Who knows, if you ever manage to get Gabrielle to
stop attempting to force Apparate me to her location every five fucking minutes, maybe, just
maybe, I’ll put a canvas bag around your head, turn off the lights, push you face first down against
the wood of my desk, and imagine I’m fucking a woman worth getting hard for…”

Appoline immediately shook and shuddered again at the dismissive and cutting words coming out
of Harry Potter’s mouth. She gasped and panted and stared up at him with a desperately needy
expression growing more obvious with every single word that he said.

Well… Shit…

With a dismissive wave of his hand and a loud cracking noise, Appoline Delacour was gone,
Apparated back to France.

“That Veela woman is going to come back for you my Lord,” Susan pointed out from her spot on
her back with Hannah sucking on her right nipple.

“They almost always do,” Harry agreed with a sigh. Then he sprawled out on the bed on his back,
performed a cleaning spell to remove everything but the cum off of his dick and then gestured for
the girls’ attention. “My cock isn’t going to clean itself you know…”

Within the next 3 seconds, 2 very eager young ladies were crawling sexily across the bed with their
mouths already open and their tongues lolling out.

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Chapter 11 - Gabrielle’s Maid to Wait, Feat. Su Li, Luna, Daphne, Katie and Appoline

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With Tonks, Su Li and Luna all becoming pregnant within just 2 weeks of each other, and Tonks
spending an increasing amount of time living with him on Mars, Harry suddenly found himself
needing far more support than even Dobby could provide (mostly because Dobby spends a lot of
his time keeping tabs on Harry’s Earthside businesses). What this meant was that Tonks, Luna, Su
Li, Harry and his personal assistant for the day Daphne were currently meeting with all of the
applicants that were aiming for a maid position on the Potter property.

Earlier today, Harry had put out an ad in dozens of newspapers all around both Mars and Earth
asking for interested women to make their way to his Mars property to try out for the job. He
skipped the resume application step entirely because he trusted his magic to tell him which people
were the real deal and which people he needed to avoid, and he banked on the distance between
earth and Mars to keep the number of interested parties to a minimum.

Of course, he’d miscalculated just how many women would manage to bend both time and space in
order to make it to the interviews...

By the time the morning ended, the drive up to the Potter Mars Estate was jam packed with hopeful
young women wearing an impossibly complex variety of skimpy little maid outfits.

In response to the overwhelming response, Harry hung up a sign just outside of the front gates of
his Estate that helped cull the number of interested parties.

Those that wish to work on the Potter Estate must submit themselves to a full Leglimancy scan
during the interview

One after another, the women who were completely unqualified or were simply aiming to seduce
Harry saw the sign and then turned around on the spot. As a result, the number of women that
remained was cut down to just over 70.

Needless to say, it had still been a very long afternoon.

Now Harry and the ladies were sitting in a row across a large sectional couch and staring across the
room at a very, very surprising last applicant.

“Just what do you hope to achieve with your presence here this afternoon Duchess,” Harry asked
the short, unbelievably curvy, stunningly beautiful, strawberry blonde standing in the middle of the
room. Harry’s question was purely rhetorical. The woman was wearing an extremely short, black
and white, French maid uniform with white embroidery at the seams and a white bust area that was
low cut in the extreme. She was also wearing a black and white lace choker around her neck and a
pair of thigh high black fishnet stockings.

Gabrielle Lacroix nee Delacour was very obviously applying for the Maid position in Harry’s
household.
“I am no longer a Duchess as my marriage to Duke Lacroix ‘as officially been dissolved,”
Gabrielle replied with a cool variety of professionalism filling her every word. “I am ‘ere because
eet’s been brought to my attention zat I owe ‘ou a debt, and zat I must repay eet eef I truly desire
‘ou to fazzer ze newest generation of Delacours. According to my mozzer, where ‘ou are
concerned, my actions will always ‘ave consequences, which means zat I must… adapt…”

Harry stared directly into Gabrielle’s eyes as she spoke, and he was surprised by what he sensed
coming from her mind. So far at least, the woman was telling the absolute truth so far as she knew
it, which meant that Appoline really had been working overtime to earn a ride on his cock... Then
Harry returned his attention back to the here and now as he reminded himself why they were
having these interviews in the first place. “And you know how to cook, clean and otherwise
maintain a household?”

“I am a classically trained French Lady,” Gabrielle immediately replied as if she found Harry’s
question insulting. “I am well versed een all of ze skills zat go eento running a ‘ouse-old… I may
be a leetle bit… rusty, but I am well trained.”

Once again, Harry could sense the fact that Gabrielle was being completely honest with him. In
fact, now that he thought about it, Gabrielle had always been entirely honest with him, even when
she knew that he wouldn’t like what she had to say. It was a point in her favor despite all of her
past actions. Well, now he was about to be very, very direct with her in return…

“This house is slowly but surely becoming a gathering spot for all of my various lovers, and two of
them have even moved in as they’ve somehow managed to become family,” Harry explained with a
sideways glance at a very happy young married couple. “Also, as you may already suspect, it has
been confirmed that my betrothed, Lady Black is indeed pregnant with my firstborn child. With all
that in mind, my question is the following: Are you capable of living and working in this
environment without becoming jealous of these women, without becoming a danger to these
women? Normally I don’t hesitate to make a woman perform a magical oath, but I don’t think it's
wise to do so with you. For the most part, you're a very kind and well intentioned young Lady
Gabrielle, so if I can, I want to avoid putting your life in danger. I know exactly how powerful your
instincts are. I don’t want to kill you by making you swear an oath that you can’t possibly keep.”

For several moments in a row, Gabrielle merely scanned the various women in the room before her
blue and violet eyes slowly drifted back towards Harry.

“Do not misunderstand, ‘Arry,” Gabrielle began in an extremely meaningful tone of voice. “... I am
jealous, very, very, very jealous... but I am also completely rejecting my eenstincts, as I am well
aware zat ‘ou will never bend to my will. I am also well aware zat to ‘urt your women would mean
ze end of me, both as a potential lover and as a living, breathing, mortal being. Rest assured. Belle
and I are een accord and are firmly under control… ‘Ou need not worry about ze safety of your
‘arem. I will obey… Master.”

“We shall see,” Harry replied as he allowed his eyes to slip away from Gabrielle to bounce back
and forth between Tonks, Daphne, Su Li and Luna. “Here’s what I have in mind Ladies. We’ll hire
Gabrielle on a probationary basis at first. There can be no doubt that she’s the best that we’ve seen
today, if not the most qualified, and this arrangement allows me to keep an eye on her, but we’re
going to need to test her self-control, like a lot, before we actually hire her on full time.”

And then, as if they could read his mind, all of the women flanking Harry on the couch suddenly
realized exactly what Harry meant by “testing” Gabrielle’s self-control, and they immediately
began crawling across the cushions towards his lap. Due to the fact that she really could read
Harry’s mind, Su Li was a single step ahead of everyone else and was the first to reach his side.
“Whenever you catch me having sex in the execution of your duties, and I don’t plan on hiding it
so you definitely will, you will stay exactly where you are when you find me, and you will watch
very, very carefully,” Harry demanded of Gabrielle even as Su Li crawled up and onto his lap and
Luna began undoing his fly from down between his legs. Soon enough, Su Li’s tiny red skirt was
riding up around her tummy, her equally insubstantial black tube top was being drawn up over her
head, and her panties were being pushed to the side. Without ever having to exchange a word,
Harry’s reduced cock began slowly spreading Su’s tiny little pussy lips into a wide open “O,” and
she was huffing hot air into the skin of his neck..

With no signs of jealousy whatsoever, Tonks magically banished all of the clothing off of Harry's
body, kissed at the other side of his neck and rubbed affectionately at Su Li’s well-formed little
breasts.

Daphne feverishly rubbed at every inch of Harry's newly revealed muscles with fussy, desperately
clutching hands. It was clear right from the beginning that she wasn’t actually doing what she was
doing for Harry’s sake, but rather because she was driven wild with lust for his muscular body and
simply couldn’t help herself.

Luna kissed, licked and sucked at both Su Li’s inner thighs and Harry’s heavy throbbing balls in
equal measure as she massaged his rock hard cock up and into her wife’s enormously stretched
open pussy lips.

Gabrielle immediately swayed where she was standing as if she’d been punched in the face, and
her allure began pouring out as if she was a fire hydrant that had been run over by a truck.

All of the women in the room that weren’t Veela immediately felt their bodies heat up and their
desire to drain Harry’s cock intensify as Gabrielle’s allure swept throughout the room. Su Li was so
fucking needy at the moment, she actually managed to speed up her dick riding even as Harry’s
cock slowly grew back to full size deep within her core.

“So good! Best dick, superior dick, the only dick that I’ll ever allow inside of me,” Su Li ranted
into both Harry and Luna’s minds as she wrapped her legs firmly around Harry’s waist, forced her
relentlessly tight and squelching pussy up and down the length of his cock, and allowed a very
quiet squeal of unrestrained pleasure to escape her tightly pursed lips. “Our dildos just don’t do it
for us anymore Harry,” Su Li empathically revealed as she looked back down at her wife’s happily
sucking mouth. “Take responsibility for spoiling our tight little pussies with your fantastically
gifted cock!”

“That’s right, Harry,” Luna purred directly into Harry's mind using Su Li’s mind as a medium. “If
you continue to take such excellent care of us… then the next two babies that we carry might just
be yours…”

Luna and Su Li smiled at each other when they felt both Harry’s cock and his balls swell and strain
at their words. Then Su’s eyes dilated wide when Harry grabbed a hold of her tiny little waist and
began lifting her body up and down the length of his dick as if she were nothing but a cocksleeve.
Harry thumped her hot and sensitive little cervix down against the head of his cock, pressed a hard,
possessive kiss into the young Asian woman’s mouth and then dropped them both forward off of
the couch so that she was laying atop of her wife’s eagerly waiting body. Then he was fucking Su
Li down into Luna’s body with a strong current of magic lighting up her entire pussy, Luna was
rapidly rubbing at her clit, and Su’s tongue was lolling out of her mouth as if she was nothing but a
bitch in heat.

“Cum, cum, cumming, cumming so much, cumming so hard,” Su Li empathically screamed as her
body twitched and trembled, her legs kicked out straight up in the air behind Harry’s back, and her
lust glazed eyes drifted up into the back of her head. In the moments that followed, her thoughts
became increasingly broken and garbled as she babbled about Harry’s cock, Luna’s hands and what
her 2 lovers were doing to her overwhelmed little pussy. The very dignified and graceful little
woman was entering into a super sloppy fuck drunk daze as her body was awash with nearly
crippling amounts of pleasure. She was gonzo. She was a vegetable. She was being fucked
completely silly.

Of course, that was the moment when Harry suddenly reduced the size of his cock again, slowly
pulled out of Su’s tightly clenching pussy, and then began pressing his cockhead down against
Luna’s eagerly awaiting pussylips. Even as he teased his head against the woman’s red hot,
soaking wet and twitching pussyfolds, Daphne and Tonks moved in behind him to fuss over his
back and shoulders, and cup at his balls with eager but gentle hands.

“Yes. Yes, Harry. Shove that majestic dick balls deep inside of me,” Luna cooed, the dreamy
quality to her voice making her words just that much more erotic. “Fill me up Harry. Get that cock
deep, deep inside of me, nowwwwww!”

By the time Luna started breathing out the word now, Harry was shoving his cock down further
and further into the steamy heat that was her extremely talented little pussy. He twitched in
surprise, he shook out his head, and then he grinned as his cock tingled from his crown all the way
down to his balls. He locked eyes with Luna. The woman grinned in return. She knew. She knew
exactly what she was doing. Then Harry was hilting himself womb deep within Luna’s pussy and
her legs were wrapping around his lower back to pull him even tighter down against Su Li’s
continuously trembling body.

“Stretch me to my very limits Harry,” Luna whispered with her eyes locked onto his as if she were
peering into his soul. “Please release the size alteration.”

With a nod of his head and a downward heave of his hips, Harry allowed his cock to regrow to full
size even as his cockhead pressed hot sticky dollops of pre-cum directly against the unyielding
entrance to her already impregnated womb. Luna shivered and whimpered as she licked and bit at
her lips. Harry groaned as he rubbed his hands down Luna’s creamy soft thighs to reach her flared
out and floor flattened asscheeks. As per the norm, Luna was an A grade lover with an effortless
brand of completely absurd sex appeal.

As she slowly re-emerged from her most recent orgasmic stupor, Su Li found herself pinned
between her 2 lovers’ bodies as they rutted with her sandwiched firmly between their chests. She
shivered in renewed arousal, and whimpered as she slowly rolled out from between their gyrating
forms. Then, after turning to kiss Luna softly on the lips, she sucked one of her wife’s perfect little
nipples into her mouth. Over the next few moments, Tonks’s mouth began sucking on Luna’s other
nipple and Daphne’s tongue started licking at the spot where Harry’s cock was plunging in and out
of her pussy.

All of the sudden, Luna Lovegood was being worked over by 4 people at exactly the same time,
and she reacted in a very predictable fashion. She came. She came hard. She shivered, and then
trembled, and then gushed pussy juices all over Harry’s cock and balls as she howled towards the
ceiling. Her arms tightened into iron bands around the back of Harry’s shoulders as she drew his
lips down against her own. Luna kissed him, and it wasn’t the least bit sweet or innocent. She
devoured his mouth even as her pussy clenched and contracted around every single inch of his
cock and the curves of her body gyrated up against his hard and muscular form. She sucked his
tongue into her mouth and she whimpered at how he sped up his thrusting in response. Then the
man was releasing a strong current of powerful magic directly into her core, and her entire nervous
system started going completely haywire. Harry Potter’s sex was incredible. Harry potter’s sex
was…

“Heavenly,” Luna whimpered as her eyelids closed over bliss glazed eyes and her mouth nibbled
erotically at Harry's sexy bottom lip. “Sooo gooood Harry. Such wonderful, beautiful sex.” Then
Luna was shaking her way through a second absolutely mind melting orgasm around the man’s
dick and she was rapidly humping her pussy up against the man’s downward thrusts completely on
autopilot.

“Get ready Su,” Harry growled out as Luna’s pussy tightened up like a vice, and his thrusts sped up
until his balls cracked against her ass cheeks in a rhythmic fashion. “I’m about to creampie the hell
out of your wife, and I want to feed the second half directly down your sexy little throat.”

With a rapid series of nods and a mental “yes sir,” Su Li scrambled to bring her face down to
Luna’s thighs so that she could witness her wife getting inseminated from extremely close range.

“Hooohhhhhyeeahhh pleeaassse Haaarrriiiee. Please seeeed me again,” Luna moaned as she bodily
shook and shivered, and various mouths sucked and licked at her body. “Remind me again what it
felt like when you stuffed my womb full to bursting with your most potent sperm. Remind me what
it felt like when you filled my belly with child!”

“You want it, you got it,” Harry groaned out as he pulled Luna’s unoccupied nipple into his mouth
and released all control over his orgasm. In the seconds that followed, he felt his cock swell
dramatically against every nerve ending that Luna’s pussy had to offer, and then rock back like a
shotgun to launch its payload directly against the woman’s womb. Then he was slamming his hips
down against Luna’s inner thighs insistently and repeatedly, forcing all of his cum to bottleneck
within her deepest depths to spread her pussy around a boiling, roiling river of seed.

“Harry! Oh Gods Harriiee! Your cock, your cum, your sex! I’m breaking! I’m broken,” Luna
squealed as her hands slapped and scratched at his back and her legs tensed up into iron bands
around the back of Harry’s thighs.

As he continued to launch massive cumshots over and over again, and Luna’s curvy body
unraveled into nothing but a squirming, moaning huffing mess, Harry leaned back with all of his
weight bearing down on his cock, and he stared down at his waist where Su Li’s face was ready
and waiting. He reached down. He cupped the Japanese Hime’s jaw. She stared up into his eyes,
drew his thumb deep into her mouth so that she could suckle on it, and then she opened her mouth
as wide as she possibly could. Harry nodded. Su Li knew exactly what he wanted from her…

Su Li was absolutely incredible.

Harry thought that thought towards the Asian woman as hard as he possibly could.…

With a wet and sloppy sploshing and glugging noise, Harry’s thick and gluey cum suddenly started
splurting back out of Luna’s entirely cockplugged pussylips to whitewash her inner thighs, and
Harry reacted immediately. He gently withdrew his dick with a loud and wet popping sound, aimed
his cockhead up towards Su Li’s mouth, and then allowed her to do what came naturally.

With all the energy of a starving Succubus, Su Li immediately dove forward and accepted Harry’s
next gigantic load directly down her throat, closely followed by the head of his cock and just over
two thirds of his shaft. Su had never managed to take more than three quarters of Harry's dick
down her tiny little throat, but the way that her adorable little mouth always ended up stretched to
its very limits and helplessly jammed in place around his girth never failed to make the man cum
like a madman. Case and point, Harry grunted in increased arousal when Su lodged her throat
around his cockhead to the point that she was stuck, and then he firmly cupped the back of her head
as he continued to launch his cum directly into her rapidly swallowing throat. She hummed on him,
she moaned, she glucked, and she gazed up into his eyes with open adoration clear to see across her
face. She broadcast her feelings so that he’d feel them and understand their intensity. Su Li was in
love with Harry Potter’s big fat bitch breaker of a dick!

Of course, even with Su Li being so fantastically devoted to the task, there was just no way in hell
that she was going to successfully swallow over half of Harry’s supermassive load, which is why a
backlog of hot and sticky cum suddenly started spilling from within her tightly pursed lips to drip
off of her chin and splatter her tits. In the seconds that followed, Harry slowly drew the woman’s
dick stuffed mouth off of his continuously cumming cock, painted her adorable little face with a
thick layer of pearly white seed, and then did the same to Daphne and Tonks’s faces when they
immediately flopped down into the splash zone.

Fifteen seconds later, Harry’s first orgasm finally came to an end, with the end result being that
Luna and Su were sweat soaked, cum covered languid heaps across the carpet. Harry immediately
turned to regard the red faced Veela standing across the room. “Would you be a dear and go run a
bath for Su Li and Luna? They appear to be just a little bit out of it…”

With an extremely wooden little nod, Gabrielle turned around, cast a finder spell to locate the Li-
Lovegood’s suite of rooms, and then walked unsteadily from the room. Even before she was out
the door, Harry was already turning his attention towards his wife and personal assistant, aiming to
give them a similar working over…

Tonks Black’s moans followed Gabrielle all the way down the hallway...

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Later that same evening found Gabrielle knocking on the door to Harry’s Study because dinner
was almost prepared and she didn't yet know how the man preferred to be notified.

“Come in,” a very muffled masculine voice called out from within.

“Dinner is almost prepared Mast.. err,” Gabrielle stuttered when she opened the door, negated a
silencing spell that had been in place around the room, and immediately heard a series of loud
throaty moans coming from within. Then the door was swinging away from Gabrielle’s newly limp
and unresponsive hand, and her eyes widened at what she saw happening within.

Daphne Greengrass was currently bent over a large wooden desk with her dress shirt removed and
her pencil skirt rolled up nearly to her shoulders so that Harry could relentlessly pound his
absolutely enormous cock into her extremely fit and well-formed body. The excellent physical
fitness that allowed Daphne to have an ultra-slim little stomach only served to make the dickhead
bulge appearing above the woman’s navel that much more dramatic and obscene. Gabrielle
immediately froze in place exactly as she’d been ordered to earlier in the day, but her allure
billowed out of her body in thick, completely uncontrollable waves, and her hands began trailing
down under her ultra-short, fanned out skirts...

“Hooohhhhmaaasster please, please fill up my woooooomb,” Daphne immediately begged as

Gabrielle’s powerful allure smashed into her body and caused her already absurd arousal to
become a completely out of control mating heat. “I want them all Master! I want your seeeeeed! I
want your babies!”
“Only 1000 of the 500 million sperm that I’m about to release will actually be fertile,” Harry
explained once again, even as he grabbed a hold of both of Daphne’s perky C cup tits, rapidly
slammed his hips down into the woman’s supermodel calibre ass, hilted his cock womb deep
within her unbelievably cum hungry little pussy, and felt a river of femcum spilling down both of
his inner thighs. “If you want me to improve those chances, you need to find a non-lethal way of
getting rid of your husband.”

“I don’t want to lose the Nott family name though,” Daphne argued even as her pussy shivered like
a vibrator around Harry’s cock, her rapidly clapping and slapping asscheeks trembled in violent
climax and her thighs shook every which way seemingly with a mind of their own. “I’d rather
Theodore just die so that I can raise your children as his!”

“Then you’ll have to be satisfied with having an exceedingly slim chance of getting knocked up,”
Harry growled as he channeled a powerful flow of magic down through his cock into the woman’s
clit and core, and slapped her sexy asscheeks back and forth.

“It’ll be enough my Lord, I’ll make it enough,” Daphne moaned down into the wood of the desk as
she cascaded into yet another rapid series of mind breaking orgasms. “Give me your seed, Master!
Fill my womb until it bursts! Let me go to my marriage bed with thick wads of your sperm sealed
tightly within my wooomb!”

“Fucking psychopath,” Harry muttered as their very well-rehearsed little conversation came to an
end. Regardless of his feelings about his current lover’s mental state, Harry’s thrusting hips
continued to speed up as he drew closer and closer to a climax of his own. Then he remembered
that he still had an audience, and he turned to stare back at the young Veela maid who was
frantically fingering herself just within the threshold of the room. After that, he never looked away
from Gabrielle’s face. Harry stared directly at his new French maid the entire time he slammed his
cock into Daphne’s overwrought, cum spilling little pussy, and then with a grunt of both pleasure
and mounting excitement, he came, and he came hard. His hands curled around Daphne’s nearly
waspish little waist to pull her perfectly formed ass flush against his hips, and then he came with
all the force of a firehose.

And Daphne Greengrass’s body immediately went completely fucking ballistic as a powerful
orgasm combined perfectly with a feeling of pure animalistic completion, resulting in her mouth
hanging open and her eyes visibly shaking in their sockets. She screamed and slapped at the desk,
and then switched to moaning instead as her hands clutched desperately at Harry's thighs to hold
his cockhead as deep inside of her cum starved womb as she could. She shook, she shivered, she
gushed pussy juices all over both Harry’s legs and the floor, and she grinded her ass back against
his waist with a desperate, feverish intensity.

Daphne Greengrass was going at the act of getting herself bred with an unbridled intensity that
Bell, Gabrielle’s Veela persona, found equally inspiring and infuriating.

Case and point, Harry was currently cumming inside of Daphne so fucking hard that her belly was
kicking where his cockhead was lodged deep within her womb, and yet she continued to pull him
balls deep inside of her as if his cum was the very air that she breathed. Then his seed began
glugging fitfully out of her cockstuffed pussylips, down the inside of her thighs and all the way to
her feet, and Daphne was releasing a broken and guttural moan of delirious satisfaction.

In the end, it was the moan that made Gabrielle experience a very sudden and just as surprising
climax of her own around her deeply buried fingers, and she wobbled against the doorframe as she
dripped copious pussy juices all over her Master’s shiny wooden floor.

With a pleased little rumble/hum mixture, Harry suddenly popped his cock out of Daphne’s pussy
in order to send one last cumshot clear across her ass and lower back. Then, he lay his cock down
between the dirty blonde woman’s asscheeks and rubbed his hands up and down her sides in a
relatively affectionate manner. “That was beautiful,” he commented with a hand massaging
Daphne’s thigh, but with his eyes locked on Gabrielle the whole entire time.

Gabrielle opened and then shut her mouth like a goldfish as Harry Potter measured her with his
eyes. She knew exactly what he was doing. He was actively pushing her limits. He was trying to
find out whether or not she could be trusted in his home. Which is why she did nothing. She stared
right back at the man.

“Yesss my Looord… beautiful my Lord,” Daphne finally slurred directly into the wood of Harry’s
desk. The woman was a limp noodle of overwhelmed nerves paired with a massive overdose of
endorphins. She wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

After conjuring a casual set of clothes onto his body, and then slowly walking across the room,
Harry stood directly in front of Gabrielle and looked down at the femcum that she’d spilled all over
the floor. “Mrs, Nott is going to need a bath and this room is going to need a cleaning spell or
two… Are you up to this Ms. Delacour?...” Harry’s expression made it clear that he wasn’t only
speaking of the bath and the cleaning.

“Yes Master,” Gabrielle immediately replied. “I am obedient. I am disciplined.”

“You were a fully feral Proto Veela in heat just two weeks ago,” Harry pointed out in a completely
candid tone of voice. “We’ll just have to wait and see Gabrielle… You are doing well so far, and I
know it because I’m scanning your mind on a regular basis… but the stakes are too high to play
around, and my magic doesn’t know what to make of you… You're multifaceted. Your
complex…”

“I’m interesting… I’m also interested,” Gabrielle replied in a quiet but not un-confident tone of
voice.

“Well, you’re definitely both of those things,” Harry agreed with a small nod of his head. Then the
man was walking away without a word and Gabrielle was left with a semi-conscious Lady Nott to
take care of…

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It never truly ended… Harry Potter was either off gallivanting, partying, racing, sporting, hiking,
saving the world, etc, or one of over a dozen ravishingly beautiful women were fucking his cock
using all of their holes and begging to receive his seed… Gabrielle spent so much time stuck still
and watching the man’s various sexual encounters, she was beginning to think that he was trying to
turn her into a voyeur…

It was working…

On Monday morning, Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones arrived at the Potter Mars estate aiming to
get Harry involved in three incidents occurring back on Earth, two of which were matters better
suited to local law enforcement.

Of course Harry refused to go to the 2 extra incidents that didn’t really require his level of skill to
bring to an end. Hannah and Susan tried to convince him otherwise. Then they compromised.
Harry fucked the 2 girls sideways in half the rooms of the house and then they came to realize that
Harry’s time was much better spent doing... other things.

On Tuesday, young Astoria Malfoy visited the house on a matter of “great importance,” and then
she didn’t leave the Potter bedroom until much later that night when she finally staggered towards
the Floo.

On Wednesday it was Narcissa Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks with almost exactly the same
results.

Yesterday, on Thursday, Harry was busy saving Australia from the telepathic spider uprising that
had come boiling out of the ground, and everyone on both Earth and Mars sat next to their
wizarding wirelesses as the announcers described Harry’s intervention.

Earlier today, Harry finally returned to Mars with very little fanfare (as a matter of personal
preference) and then announced that he was going to have a barbecue next to the pool. He also
announced that he’d invited over some friends.

Gabrielle was currently standing under a large awning to keep the simulated sunny day on Earth
from burning her extremely fair skin, as she flipped a series of steaks on the grill, and watched
Harry fuck his way through the completely infamous Flying Foxes. It goes without saying that her
allure was out in force once again, which was only serving to make everyone go at their sex even
harder and with much, much more enthusiasm....

On a nearby lounge chair, Angelina was already knocked unconscious from orgasming too much,
her face, tits, pussy and inner thighs looking as if an entire can of white paint had been poured all
over them.

Katie Bell was currently riding Harry’s cock on yet another lounge chair with Harry’s upper body
resting in Tonks’s lap and his head sandwiched between her large and perfect breasts. Alicia
Spinnet was sprawled out between his legs so that she could lick and suck on his balls.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Lady Black, but I love him, I love him so much, and I love his cock, and
someday I want to have his babies,” Katie moan screamed directly into Tonks’s left thigh as her
ass rapidly bounced up and down on Harry’s lap and her compact little body vibrated as if she was
being electrocuted. “I’m sorry, but, but please, please, please let me have Harry as my lord and
Maaaster!

“Awww you’re so adorable,” Tonks enthused, as she affectionately combed her fingers through
Katie’s sweat soaked hair and cupped at her cheeks.

“Yes, yes she is,” Harry agreed as he drew Katie’s lips down to crash into his own and then
released all control over his impending orgasm. “I’m about to creampie your pussy Katie. I’m
about to show you what I’m going to do to you in three years’ time when your Harpies contract
finally comes to an end. I’m gonna make you one of my women and put a bun in this tight little
oven of yours.”

“I’m already, one of, your women,” Katie haltingly gasped out as her eyes contracted to points, her
pussy gushed like a waterfall all over Harry’s lap, and her thighs shook hard enough that her lover
had to physically hold her down. Then her core was being packed full of piping hot, ultra thick and
sticky semen, and her pussy was clamping down like a vice around every inch of Harry’s cock to
try to hold it in. Katie Bell wanted to take in every single last ounce of Harry Potter’s nut. She
wasn’t going to succeed. She tried anyway. She frantically kissed Harry’s neck, chest and
shoulders as she desperately rooted herself down upon his cock. She whimpered, cooed and keened
like a small animal as her belly kicked and her womb stretched outwards around his load. She
found emotional and physical completion in the act of accepting Harry’s seed, and she stared up
into his eyes so that he might see it and understand.

And Harry did… and he kissed Katie tenderly on the forehead even as he cupped her ass cheeks
and held her pussylips flush to his balls. Soon enough, Harry's seed was splurting messily out of
Katie’s O’d out little pussylips and his dick was being pulled out of her pussy so that Alicia could
feast on his cum, but he continued to hug Katie Bell tightly the whole entire time because she
thrived under this kind of treatment. By the time Harry's orgasm was coming to an end and Alicia’s
face was covered in a sugary glaze of caked on cum, Katie was barely conscious, her repeated
orgasms and the physical toll that they took having rendered her into a languid mess of limbs.

“The steaks are completed my Lord,” Gabrielle suddenly called out in a very hoarse, throaty and
overtly sexual tone of voice. She simply couldn’t help herself. Her entire body was violently
rejecting having her remain on the sidelines like this. She was only just managing to hold herself
still with enormous feats of willpower and mental fortitude… She was being stretched to her very
limits. She was being driven completely insane with lust...

“Ah yes. Thank you Gabrielle,” Harry called out while staring the woman in the eyes. Once again,
it was obvious that he was scanning her thoughts, weighing the risks, judging her control. Then he
was nodding and rising to his feet. “Let’s all sit down for dinner then, and then we’ll move this…
party, to the bedroom.

Tonks and Alicia simply nodded their heads, as they both knew with absolute certainty that their
turn was coming soon…

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At some point in the early hours of the morning, several hours before the sun began to rise, Harry’s
eyes suddenly snapped open to take in the ceiling of his bedroom. Tonks was curled up on his left
side with Su Li and Luna just beyond her, while Alicia and Angelina were cocooning Katie on his
right hand side. With that being the case… there could only be one person that was currently
throating his cock into her hot and sucking little mouth...

“Gabrielle,” Harry breathed out, as the lump beneath his sheets rapidly bounced up and down, a
strong allure began pouring into his body with the concentration of a laser beam, and an extremely
soft set of lips popped and smacked clumsily along his head and his shaft. All things considered,
Gabrielle Delacour still wasn't all that talented at giving head, but the desperate enthusiasm that she
was showering upon his dick was more than enough to make up the difference. It felt good. No. It
felt superb. Harry sighed as he pulled the sheets down his body to confront the woman.

Then Harry froze in place when he revealed Gabrielle’s face on his dick and saw tears streaming
from her glowing violet eyes… Gabrielle was in full Proto Veela mode, with the white hair, the
wings, the whole shebang, and she was crying down into the sheets between his thighs.

Immediately after Harry and 'Bell' locked eyes, Gabrielle began using the Leglimancy connection
that she knew he must be creating to think an apology in his direction with all of her might. She
was sorry. She already knew that Harry was going to banish her from his property again.
Furthermore, she knew that he was right in doing so. She was completely out of control. She
simply couldn’t stop herself any longer. She didn’t have it in her to go one more night without his
cock inside of her. She’d never felt this way before. She hadn’t slept in days. She was hot. She was
needy. She was burning up. She needed relief, even if it was the last thing that she did in Harry’s
home. With the desperation of her thoughts conveyed, Gabrielle sucked in as hard as she could,
caving in her mouth around Harry’s dick so tightly that you could see the shape of his cockhead
through the lining of her cheeks, and she allowed her eyes to trail up into her head in bliss. Harry’s
cock... His cock tasted completely glorious…

After waving his hand at his sides in order to create a movement and soundproofing barrier around
the two of them, Harry slowly reached down with both of his hands, cupped both sides of
Gabrielle’s face, and began pulling her mouth further and further down the length of his dick. For
just a second or two, the woman’s hands slapped at his thighs, but then she suddenly surrendered to
his strength and a moan of intense arousal vibrated around increasing amounts of his cock.

“You’re a very disobedient girl Gabrielle,” Harry commented in a very dark and harsh tone of
voice. “You’re a silly little slut who can’t keep her hands to herself. What am I to do with a staff
member who doesn’t understand consent? What can I do about a maid who molests her master?”
As if in a direct contradiction to his words, Harry continued to pull Gabrielle’s tightly resisting
throat further down around his shaft, ignoring both the gurgling and gagging noises that were
beginning to leak out of her completely blocked airway. He was rough fucking Gabrielle’s angelic
little face, and he was staring her in the eyes the whole entire time.

With an inarticulate cry that was impeded by Harry’s cock, Gabrielle Delacour suddenly started to
spill femcum all over Harry’s bed, as apparently she’d been touching herself this whole entire time,
and the way that she was being roughly used was making her cum her fucking brains out. She
twitched, she shivered, her eyes dilated wide, and she moaned like a whore around every inch of
Harry’s cock. Then her lips were kissing at the base of his shaft and his balls were swaddling her
chin, causing her orgasm to become just that much stronger. Renewed tears formed in her eyes as
her throat was drawn back up the length of Harry’s cock by his strong and calloused hands.

Then the cycle repeated itself as Harry drew her back down the length of his dick, and the woman
cried out in a cock stuffed form of excitement. With a desperate huff of indrawn air, Gabrielle
suddenly reached up to grope and fondle at Harry’s chest and stomach. It was as if the woman had
completely forgotten that she was currently being facefucked up and down the length of an
absolutely gigantic dick. She didn’t seem to care that she was wheezing and gagging and losing her
supply of precious oxygen. She rubbed and massaged Harry’s abs and then clutched desperately at
his ass and thighs like a dyed in the wool perverted freak, even as she swallowed and sucked
around every inch of dick that Harry had to offer.

Harry approved. He approved a lot. He didn’t allow that approval to show on his face, because he
had a plan that he was following and he couldn’t give it away. Instead, he merely picked up the
pace, and began fucking her throat in earnest. Fucking hell… Gabrielle’s throat was miraculous,
and it was even more impressive that none of her ability was on purpose… The woman was a
natural…

“I’m going to cum down this slutty little throat of yours now, and then we're going on a day trip,”
Harry announced with a grim little smile on his face. “According to my magic, your mother’s at
home right now, and she’s alone. I’m going to give you just one chance to cooperate with my plans
and earn my forgiveness. I’m about to fuck your masochistic bitch of a mother Gabrielle, and I’m
not going to be gentle about it. She wants it bad, she wants it hard, she’s going to get it both. Do
you understand?”

With a wildly aroused little whimper and a rapid nod of her head around Harry’s dick, Gabrielle
suddenly forced all of her weight behind her mouth so that she could cram her angelic little face
further down his shaft. She wiggled, she squirmed, she flapped her wings for momentum, she
forced her mouth to take inch after inch, and she shook with arousal the whole entire time. Then
she started swallowing and kissing his shaft while massaging his balls in both of her hands, and her
intentions were completely obvious.

Gabrielle Delacour wanted his seed. She wanted it in her throat. She wanted it straight from the
source.

She was going to get what she wanted.

With a grunt and a pair of hands locked around the back of Gabrielle’s head, Harry started
cumming with everything that he had. Right away, Gabrielle’s eyes dilated wide as her swanlike
throat expanded outwards around his seed, but then she started swallowing as quickly as she could
around the river of cum that was exploding into her esophagus. She sucked and she swallowed
reflexively. Her hums and moans vibrated around his cock. Harry came harder and harder with
every second that past as the woman on his cock proved herself a throat abusing genius.

As her Master’s absolutely massive load rapidly back flowed up into her mouth, Gabrielle moaned
at the extraordinary taste, as the cum leaked past her lips she reveled in its scent, as the cum spilled
down her chin and neck to coat her hanging tits she basked in its heat and sticky consistency.
Gabrielle was being used. She was being sullied. She was cumming like a lunatic and leaking
juices all over her Master’s bed. Her entire throat collapsed into a skin tight sucking sleeve as she
worshipped every single inch of Harry Potter’s dick. She loved it. She loved him. She would
never, ever, give this up!...

Despite knowing full well that he was launching an absurd amount of seed down Gabrielle's poor
little throat, Harry never even considered releasing the Angel winged French maid currently
fellating the hell out of his cock. He knew very well that the woman's slut magic would allow her
to take every single ounce of his cum into her body without the least amount of trouble, so he
fucked her mouth down against his nuts until he had nothing left to offer. He was merciless. He
was cruel.

She fucking loved it.

Like mother, like daughter…

As his orgasm slowly came to an end, Harry’s hands dropped away and Gabrielle slurped her way
back up the length of his shaft like the filthiest whore in the history of the world. She kissed at
every inch his super sloppy dick. She flat tongue licked at his balls. She wiped at her own tits to
drag his cum up into her mouth. She was shameless. She was beautiful.

Harry suddenly felt extremely motivated.

With a wave of his right hand, both Harry and Gabrielle floated up off the bed so that they didn’t
disturb the various women sleeping to his sides, and then he grabbed his new maid around the
waist so that they could immediately continue moving.

Crack!

Very suddenly, Harry and Gabrielle were on Earth, in France, inside the wards of the Delacour
estate, and Harry was walking through the house naked as the day he was born and completely
unconcerned. Gabrielle scrambled to catch up, but she fussed at her hair, dabbed at her tear stained
mascara, and attempted to straighten her uniform the whole entire time. Even with Bell’s more
dominant personality working in tandem with her own, Gabrielle Delacour was still completely
cowed by her mother.

Needless to say, Gabrielle was rendered completely speechless when Harry just barged out onto the
second floor terrace where Appoline was drinking her morning coffee.

Appoline Delacour was a vision of good health, good breeding, money, class and beauty. She had
beautiful blonde hair, big blue eyes, perfectly Sun kissed skin, and lips that were made for sin. The
sundress that she was wearing barely contained her extraordinary curves, and her legs went on for
miles.

Harry Potter marched up to within just a few feet of the woman and stared down upon her as if she
were nothing but the help.

Appoline gasped and then gaped up at Harry’s naked body lit by the morning sun and glistening
with just the finest layer of sweat. Her eyes attempted to look over towards her youngest daughter,
her maid uniform and wings, but then she failed and her attention immediately returned to Harry’s
massive, fully erect dick. Without ever moving a muscle, the woman’s allure started leaking out of
her in waves to mix with Gabrielle’s and swamp the entire area.

“You learned your place. You did as you were told,” Harry announced in a very deadpan tone of
voice. “You taught your daughter about consequences. You taught your daughter restraint.”

Appoline drew in a deep breath, grit her teeth, and then locked eyes with Harry. “Va au diable.”
(Go to hell)

“Been there, done that, found it in Florida, wasn’t a fan,” Harry immediately replied with a lazy
shrug of his shoulders. “Now I made a promise to you before I banished you from my office, and
I’m in the habit of fulfilling my obligations. You better tell me not to touch you right this fucking
second Appoline, because I’m about to take you and I’m not going to be sweet about it.”

Once again, Appoline opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, glanced at her daughter, and
then said nothing. She also shivered in arousal at the outrageous disrespect that she was being
shown and both Gabrielle and Harry caught it.

Gabrielle’s mouth immediately hung open in astonishment.

Harry simply nodded his head and casually waved his hand. Very suddenly Appoline was wearing
a second maid outfit exactly like Gabrielle’s except much smaller, even sluttier and without the
benefit of any panties. The woman looked like a stripper at a bachelor party. She also looked
completely affronted.

“‘Ow dare ‘ou,” Appoline began in a stereotypical outraged tone.

“Well it was either this or naked with a paper bag over your head,” Harry replied with a small,
helpless shrug of his shoulders. “Gabrielle… tie your mother’s arms behind her back and bend her
over the railing please. If I’m going to fuck a useless little cumdump, I’d at least like a decent view
of the countryside.”

As obedient and respectful of her mother as Gabrielle was, she still found her body moving with
zero hesitation. She immediately cast an Incarcerous rope binding spell that locked Appoline’s
arms behind her back, affixed her waist to the barrier and then towed her across the deck until her
luscious tits were hanging over the railing.

Appoline squawked and struggled to free herself even as her feet drew apart all by themselves, her
ass jutted out, and her pussy dripped all over the wood of the terrace. The woman was noticeably,
visibly getting off big time on being mistreated, and she was terrible at hiding it.

After conjuring a marker in his hand, Harry moved up behind Appoline, flipped up her micro-skirt
and began writing a series of very rude things all over her ass, thighs and lower back. According to
his graffiti, Appoline was a 2 dollar whore, a bitch, a slut for enormous cocks, useless, stupid, and
filthy. He also drew arrows towards both her pussy and her asshole and then drew a series of
Roman numerals. According to these numerals, both of Appoline’s holes had been used dozens of
times within the day.

When he was finished with his little art project, Harry conjured three mirrors to float in the air all
around Appoline, so that she could see the state of her own body, ass and thighs in the reflections
that they cast.

Appoline almost immediately released a long and throaty groan/moan mixture from deep within
her diaphragm as her entire body shook, her legs gave out on her and her dripping wet pussy visibly
clenched on nothing but empty air. The woman was cumming...

The woman was a freak.

Harry immediately summoned one of his cameras from back at the estate, handed it to Gabrielle
and gave his maid a very significant look. “We’re making memories Gabrielle. Take plenty of
photos for me as I break in your whore of a mother.”

With trembling hands, shallow panting breaths and a heart that was racing in her chest, Gabrielle
nodded her head and clutched the camera to her breasts. “Yes, Master.”

Click, Whir… (non-digital camera noises)

After silently moving up behind Appoline, Harry pressed the head of his dick to her pussylips, and
felt them grip at his bulbous cockhead as if they were an eager little mouth. Then, after curling his
hands above the woman’s super sexy flared out ass, he smiled and drew in a very deep breath.
“There’s just one thing that I need to tell you before we start, Appoline... I don’t respect you at all,
because I don’t think you’re a good parent or person or addition to the world… and I’m probably
going to be the father of the next generation of Delacours.”

With that announcement made, Harry immediately thrust his full sized cock deep into Appoline’s
tightly wringing pussy in one slow but assertive thrust, and he slammed his cockhead home within
her womb just in time for her to spill an explosion of femcum all over his cock, balls and inner
thighs. Appoline’s masochism kink aside, yet another Veela was being introduced to massive
Potter dick, and she was reacting exactly as he’d learned to expect. He was an immensely powerful
Wizard. Appoline’s Veela body could feel it. The woman was cumming so hard it looked like she
was having a seizure, and her cervix was no barrier at all…

The crown of Harry’s cock was being sucked on by Appoline’s womb and her entire pussy was
massaging his shaft deeper in a series of skin tight, soaking wet and piping hot milking motions.

Click, whir...

“Merde, Gods, tres grand, fort, so deep, si puissant, fucking my woooomb,” Appoline loudly
moaned out towards her lawns as her body shook and her head hung down to slap against her tits.
Then she felt the man currently filling her deepest depths trying to withdraw his gigantic dick from
within her womb, and it felt like his massive head was going to pull her inside out. She gasped and
shook as her pussy meat held on tight and refused to let him go. She trembled and shivered when
he forced his cock back out to just within her pussylips. Then she came like a whore when he
finally thrust back into her and slammed his head back into her womb. One thrust and she was
cumming. Just one thrust…
Harry Potter was going to fuck her to death…

“I suppose you might be a little bit tight, but your eldest daughter takes a dick with a lot more skill
than you do,” Harry commented as he slapped both of Appoline’s perfectly sculpted asscheeks,
grabbed up her hips and then completed a second thrust at twice the speed of the first. Once again
the woman immediately came and gushed pussy juices all over the floor. Once again he acted as if
he hadn’t even noticed.

Click, whir...

While Harry started fucking his cock in and out of Appoline’s heavenly little pussy with a slow and
steady rhythm, he made sure to hold her tight enough to leave red marks and he even grabbed her
neck to remind her just how powerless she was. Then, over time, he sped up his thrusting, and he
released a current of powerful magic into the woman’s core, and she started shaking from head to
toe as he rendered her body a wasteland of powerful orgasmic pleasure.

It was time.

Gasp!

With a quick cleaning and lubricating spell, Harry slowly but implacably shoved his cock up and
into Appoline’s asshole, and he didn’t stop when the woman started gasping and struggling
because she was also cumming all over his legs. “That’s better,” he sighed out as his balls slapped
against the woman’s pussy and came away drenched with the woman’s juices. “This soft little
asshole of yours almost makes fucking you worth it Appoline. Gods, but you really are a whore to
cum just as soon as I stick it in…”

“Huge, huuuge dick! In my ass, fucking my asshole,” Appoline babbled as her thighs shook like
jello and her pussy clenched and spilled all over her thighs.

Click, whir…

With every repeated thrust, Harry increased the speed that he hilted his cock into Appoline’s truly
spectacular asshole, until he was giving it to her hard once again and she was completely losing her
mind over it. Appoline grunted and groaned, and whimpered and bleated like a barnyard animal, as
she humped her big beautiful ass back against Harry’s thrusts. At some unnoticed point in time, her
arms were released and they unconsciously wrapped around the back of Harry’s thighs, and then
she was being carried over to the lounge chair and put down on her back. It was only after she saw
Harry spell cleaning his beautiful cock and lining it up with her pussy again, that she started fearing
she might truly become addicted to this....

Click, whir...

“This is what you wanted isn’t it,” Harry asked as he suddenly thrust his cock balls deep in
Appoline’s rapidly contracting pussy, ripped open the front of her maid uniform and began mauling
her fantastically gorgeous tits. “You wanted to be manhandled like the little whore that you are,
and now I’m giving it to you… I’m also going to give you something else. You better be on a
potion slut, because I’m not planning on pulling out.” With his threat delivered, Harry bore down
over the woman, grabbed up her ankles, and folded her in half until her feet were near her head.

Appoline knew exactly what Harry was currently doing to her body, but she never even considered
telling him to stop. She stared up at him with both a half crazed type of submission in her eyes and
a womb that was insistently sucking on his cockhead. The woman was out of her mind with lust.
She was preparing to get bred…
Harry’s return smile was openly feral…

Click whir…

With a growl, Harry started thumping his cockhead down into Appoline’s rippling, milking womb,
as if he was an animal in a rut, and she responded in kind with her desperately clutching arms and
her twerking upraised ass. As little as she could move, Appoline was still trying to milk his cock,
and her efforts had Harry sucking a vibrant purple hickey into the side of her neck.

“Take it slut. Take a bastard child in this filthy fucking womb of yours,” Harry growled as he
careened towards orgasm and wrapped a hand around the woman’s neck.

“Fucking yes, yes, yes, yess, yesss,” Appoline screamed in return as her frothy pussy gushed juices
everywhere and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Whether or not she was actually agreeing
to follow through with Harry’s threat was hard to tell, because she didn’t look like she was capable
of rational thought. What was obvious was that she wanted Harry’s seed because her legs suddenly
snapped free of his arms, wrapped tightly around his lower back and tightened up like iron bands.

By the time Harry started cumming like a maniac directly into Appoline’s skin tight sucking
womb, the woman was pulling his face down into her beautifully sweaty rack and her legs were
wrapped around his waist so tightly her back wasn’t even resting on the chair beneath her. Instead,
her ass was being slammed down against the chair every time he thrust down to impale her with
his cock, and her dick dented belly was kicking violently around his seed.

Harry never even considered pulling out. He flooded Appoline’s womb and pussy with a boiling
river of cum, and he slammed his hips flush with her inner thighs the whole entire time. Almost a
full minute later, she still hadn’t spilled a drop, which was a trait that must run in the family as he’d
never encountered it anywhere else.

After slowly pulling his cock from the newly comatose Veela, Harry stretched to the sky and
turned to regard his maid.

Click, whir…

Gabrielle’s photos were probably garbage because it’s hard to take pictures with three fingers
knuckle deep in your pussy. Still… Harry Accio’d the camera from Gabrielle’s hands and then
reverse summoned it back to the estate.

“Master… did you really just impregnate my mother,” Gabrielle asked with a bite at her lower lip.

Harry only shook his head. He wasn’t actually a monster. He was merely a gifted role player.

“Master… me next,” Gabrielle breathed out, with obvious need and desperation in her voice.

“You’ve proven to me that you can indeed cooperate with other women and even another Veela,”
Harry praised as he ran a hand down Gabrielle’s cheek. “There’s a problem though. If you can do
it, then I believe your elder sister can as well. I hesitate to begin a really involved relationship with
you without first speaking to your sister…”

“But Master, I don’t understand and I’ve been meaning to ask,” Gabrielle whispered as she looked
down at her feet and visibly squirmed with tightly controlled lust. “Didn’t Fleur come to see you
just over a week ago? Didn't she come to see you two days before I arrived?”

Very suddenly and very thoroughly, Harry’s face took on a deadly serious expression. “No. I never
saw her at all. Tell me more…”
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To Be Continued

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Chapter 12 - Fleur’s Redemption and Gabrielle’s “Punishment”

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Author’s note:

This chapter starts with plot. About 9000 words of it... Normally, this is a sign that I’ve been far
too self-indulgent and wrote a side story. In this specific instance, I see every single second of it as
completely vital to the story.

If you want to skip the plot directly to the smut, there will be an elaborate line break with my
penname in it about half way down the page.

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After rising back up to his feet and stretching out his body in satisfaction, Harry Potter turned away
from Appoline Delacour’s newly fucked silly and comatose body, to turn his attention towards the
woman’s youngest daughter instead.

“Master… Please take me next,” Gabrielle breathed out, with a heady mixture of need and
desperation leaking out through her every word. The French Duchess turned French maid was
squirming where she stood in her tight black and white uniform, complete with lace headpiece,
lace choker, a white low-cut bust hemmed in by a black corset, white lace sewn into the hem of her
black flared-out skirts, and thigh high white stockings. Her violet eyes were gleaming with an
unnatural intensity, her pure white hair was shining in the late afternoon sun, and while she no
longer had a pair of white wings protruding from her back, she looked no less supernatural and
exotic. Gabrielle was a vision of servile sex appeal and overwhelming charm, and she’d been
teased to the point of near insanity.

It was official. Gabrielle Delacour was completely harmless. She was housebroken to the point that
she’d just watched Harry rough fuck her very own mother into unconsciousness, and instead of
getting angry or jealous, she’d found herself wanting to receive the exact same treatment.

“You’ve proven to me that you can indeed cooperate with other women and even another Veela,”
Harry happily praised as he stepped up to Gabrielle and ran a hand down her red flushed cheek.
“There’s a problem though,” he continued in a newly reluctant tone of voice. “If you can control
yourself to this extent, then I believe your elder sister can as well. I hesitate to begin a truly
involved relationship with you without first speaking to your sister…”

“But Master, I don’t understand and I’ve been meaning to ask,” Gabrielle immediately whispered
as she looked down at her feet and visibly squirmed with tightly controlled lust. “Didn’t Fleur
come to see ‘ou just over a week ago? Didn't she come to speak to ‘ou two days before I arrived?”
Very suddenly and very thoroughly, Harry’s face took on a deadly serious expression. “No. I never
saw your sister at all. Tell me more…”

“Eet was actually my seester hoo managed to free ze two of us from our marriages wizout ‘aving to
suffer all of ze ruinous social stigma,” Gabrielle freely admitted with her hands balled up just under
her body type defying breasts. “She deed so by using every scrap of her political eenfluence, but
from what I was told, she ended up agreeing to complete an assignment for ze government een
return.”

“Your sister’s no longer married to Bill,” Harry repeated in a voice that was carefully, studiously,
bland.

“Oui, yes, almost eemediately after we were returned to our mozzer’s ‘ome een disgrace, my
seester marched out of ze ‘ouse and sought out every seengle government contact zat she knows.
Wizzin only two weeks’ time, I was eenformed zat Fleur was no longer married to Bill, and I was
asked eef I wanted my marriage annulled. I, of course, said yes, and I began sifting my way
through the piles of paperwork that needed to be filled out.”

“At the same time, Fleur was planning to come talk to me at my estate,” Harry furthered.

“Yes, yes, a few days prior to ze annulment of my marriage, Fleur explained zat she was going to
visit your home as soon as her divorce was finalized,” Gabrielle haltingly explained. “I will admit
zat I was somewhat pleased zat my seester wasn’t present at your estate upon my arrival a week
ago. I zought zat ze two of ‘ou never managed to reconcile your differences, and I was relieved to
potentially ‘ave less competition for your time. Now I ave come to realize zat ‘ou really are
completely eensatiable, and I am unconcerned about sharing ‘ou. Eenstead, I’ve been meaning to
ask just why ‘ou sent Fleur away. Now I know... ‘Ou never did. ‘Ou never saw my seester een ze
first place... Fleur must still be performing zat task for zose government types. I don’t like zis at all
‘Arry… Please, we must go find my seester!”

“Do you know anything about the job Fleur agreed to take on,” Harry asked even as he conjured an
impeccably cut black suit and tie combo onto his body and magically fixed his sex addled hair.

“I was not eenformed. I was only told zat she was completing an assignment for ze French
government, and zat eet shouldn’t last longer zan a day or two at ze most” Gabrielle revealed with
her eyes looking up and left in an attempt to remember more clearly.

“Fleur never ended up coming to see me,'' Harry repeated as if to himself. “Do you remember who
the specific government official was?”

“Zere were three men, two of which I did not recognize, but ze third man goes by ze name of
Councilor Paul Bernard. ‘Ze man ees a member of ze Magical Counsel of France, and ‘ee oversees
Magical Law Enforcement.

“Stepping closer to Gabrielle’s side, Harry suddenly wrapped his arms around her little waist,
causing the newly worried young woman to snuggle herself tightly around his body in return.
“We’re Apparating to France’s Magical Council building to speak to this Mr. Bernard,” Harry
explained even as he idly kissed Gabrielle on the forehead. “I would’ve felt it if Fleur was ever in
danger in this plane of existence, and I never did. The problem is, now that I’m actively looking, I
can’t sense Fleur in this realm at all. Your sister’s globetrotting through some other dimension at
the moment, and we need to find out which one. I’m assuming you want to come along?”

“Oui, yes, I eentend to ‘elp,” Gabrielle immediately agreed, her voice becoming both tritoned and
ethereal in her rising determination. It appeared that Gabrielle and more importantly Bell, her Proto
Veela alter ego, were extremely protective of their elder sister… Good.

With a simple nod of his head, Harry and Gabrielle instantly and silently disappeared from the
Delacour manor house.

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1 Week and 2 Days Earlier...

Over the last couple of decades, the Magical Community of earth had scraped together a much
greater understanding of the multiverse present all around them, and with this understanding came
the discovery and exploration of a growing number of pocket dimensions present in and around
various mundane locations all around the planet. While having an expanding alternative plane of
existence available to settle into was a good thing, an unfortunate side effect was that every lunatic
and wannabe warlord that the magical community had to offer made a habit of using these very
hard to find locations as their bases of operation.

The even more unfortunate aspect of this somewhat inevitable outcome, was the fact that Fleur
Delacour was currently the uncontested best in the industry when it came to ferreting out and
dealing with these so called ‘pocket Lords.’ She had the magical expertise to locate and open these
intra-dimensional portals, and she had the authority to scrounge up huge amounts of resources to
clean them out.

No good deed goes unpunished…

Back when Fleur first approached all of her government colleagues to demand, not ask, but demand
that they make arrangements for her marriage to quietly come to an end, most of the officials and
administrators that she knew merely arched an eyebrow at her in surprise, nodded their heads in
ready acceptance and then began figuring out how to accomplish the task. It was a full two weeks
later, just a single day before Fleur’s divorce was completely finalized and she could finally move
on with her life, that one of her least favorite colleagues decided to derail her plans.

Just twelve hours before Fleur was planning to travel to Harry’s Mars estate, a rather annoying
government official by the name of Paul Bernard appeared out of the woodworks, aiming to
capitalize on Fleur’s newfound weakness by making her agree to perform a mission for him. Not
only were the man’s methods completely repugnant, but the mission briefing that followed nearly
had Fleur flying into a full on, out of control, passionfire rage.

According to Mr. Bernard, the Councilor in charge of France’s Magical Law Enforcement, the
government of Magical France completely despised its current reliance on and lack of authority
over a certain incredibly powerful emerald green-eyed wizard. In response to this feeling of
powerlessness and the ever-growing fear that it engendered within them, the French Government
had gone to increasingly absurd lengths to safeguard themselves from this wizard’s so-called
‘inevitable descent towards the dark arts.’ Long story short, the government of Magical France had
poured an immense amount of time, money, people and resources into building themselves what
amounted to a magical nuclear weapon, designed and geared specifically towards eliminating one
pre-determined individual…
Harry James Potter.

The exact mechanics of the Magical Artifact were unclear even to Bernard. What he did know for
sure was that the weapon was so immensely powerful, so enormously lethal, and so specifically
targeted, there was a pretty good chance that merely learning about its existence was enough to
curse Lord Potter into a coma.

Of course, it could come as no surprise that the obscenely dangerous magical artifact that the
French government built in secret ended up being stolen from within their most secure and secret
vaults by a psychopath with bad intentions.

Because of course it had...

According to Mr. Bernard’s explanation, a man by the name of Devon Devinier, a longtime
prisoner of the state that had been jailed in the same lab complex where the weapon was built,
managed to free himself from the dozens upon dozens of extremely powerful magical restraints
keeping him in place, at which point he enslaved all of the wizards residing within the facility, and
then escaped with the magical device in hand. Not long after the man’s escape, the Magical
Council of France received an extremely well-constructed ransom letter. In this letter, Devinier
threatened to show the superweapon that was currently in his possession to Lord Potter himself, so
that the two of them could discuss just who it was that created it and for what purpose it existed.

It goes without saying that the French government immediately caved to every single one of Mr.
Devinier’s various demands. One of said demands being uncontested custody of a brand-new
pocket dimension that he could use as a base of operations.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but as it turns out, the men and women leading Fleur’s country were
exactly as Harry always described them. They really were nothing but a bunch of ‘knuckle
dragging degenerates’..

Proving himself to be a small cut above his peers, the offer that Mr. Bernard gave Fleur in the
minutes that followed, revealed the man to be an exceptionally shrewd politician... Bernard
suggested that he might help Fleur keep her divorce very, very discreet, while at the same time
offering her the chance to destroy the weapon that was designed to eradicate her ‘friend’ Harry
Potter. All she had to do in return was agree to take part in an exceedingly dangerous operation.

The mission was as follows:

Fleur Delacour was to infiltrate Mr. Devinier’s pocket dimension, locate his lair, and steal back the
weapon so that it could no longer be used as blackmail material.

That was the entire mission. Mr. Bernard didn’t want Fleur to attempt to destroy or arrest Mr.
Devinier because he didn’t believe that she’d succeed. All that Mr. Bernard desired of Fleur was
for her to get in and get out again without being noticed.

According to Mr. Bernard, if Fleur and her team were ever noticed within Mr. Devinier’s domain,
then dying would be the best outcome available to them. At first, Fleur was completely indignant
that she was being underestimated to such an extreme. Then, in the minutes that followed, Mr.
Bernard explained why he thought Fleur was no match for the man, and she ended up completely
agreeing with his assessment.

As Fleur should’ve expected, there was a reason why the French government had been keeping
Mr. Devinier locked up in their highly classified military research lab deep underground, and it
was just as repulsive as the magical super-weapon that they’d been building within the same
facility. Devon Devinier was a one of a kind magical creature, and as a result, he was dangerous
beyond measure. The French government had spent the last 80 plus years trying to figure out how
to recreate his various powers for weaponization purposes.

And in so doing, they’d created a monster… or at least they’d made that monster much, much
more dangerous...

To start with, Mr. Devon Devinier was Earth’s very last fully formed and manifested male Proto
Veela, and the French military managed to capture him at great cost during the last of the fighting
in the Veela uprising over a hundred years earlier...

Of course, one aspect of recorded history that was never going to be revealed to the general public
was that Mr. Devinier essentially was the Veela uprising. By the time the fighting finally came to
an end, the man had Imperius mind controlled so many of his Veela compatriots into fighting for
his cause, it ended up becoming completely impossible to find out just who was guilty and who
was innocent. As a result, the French government was forced to be extremely strict with all Veela
regardless of their involvement, and to this day the Veela species was still in the process of
repopulating itself.

According to Mr. Bernard’s explanation, Devon Devinier was already the single most powerful
Veela on the face of the planet back when the Veela uprising started, and that had been before he
was subjected to just under a hundred years of magical experimentation by the French
government... In recent years, the man’s allure-based powers had grown to such an unbelievable
extent, he could force other people to soul bond with him against their will merely by making eye
contact with them.

Fleur had flinched violently when Mr. Bernard mentioned soul bonding, and her face had turned a
pale white at just the thought of being forced into one. Very few Veela in all of the world would
ever complete a soul bond with their mate even if they were strong enough to do so, which they
weren’t. Soul bonds brought forth a level of intimacy that transcended mere devotion and only
ended upon death. The fact that Mr. Devinier could transform something as pure and beautiful as a
soul bond into a method of establishing total dominion over his victims was abhorrent, it was
sickening...

It was during the silent moment that followed Mr. Bernard's explanation that he handed over a
recent photo of Mr. Devon Devinier attached to a psychological profile and a generalized
explanation of his various skills.

For all that Mr. Devinier was purported to be well over a hundred years old, the man didn’t look a
day over thirty. He was tall, well built, with platinum white hair, lavender blue eyes, and a
perfectly sculpted bone structure underneath flawlessly smooth and luminous skin. The man was a
beautiful, terrible, powerful magical creature, with waves of unbelievably intense allure roiling off
of his body at all times, six or seven Horcruxes hidden somewhere in his domain, and a mean
streak a mile wide. He was a certifiably insane megalomaniacal psychopath, with the power to
enslave people into fanatical levels of both lust and devotion.

Devon Devinier was a nightmare made flesh… He was as close to a fallen angel turned devil as
Earth had seen in eons...

Despite all of the dangers involved in the mission and the fact that Fleur wouldn’t have minded
seeing her own government suffer, she ended up agreeing to undertake the assignment anyway.
Harry was in danger. It was as simple as that. She would not, could not allow that to continue. Very
few witches or wizards on any planet at all were strong enough to actually pose a threat to her
newly estranged lover, but with Magical France’s military having poured all of their resources
towards creating a weapon-of-mass-destruction aimed directly at his head, this was probably the
exception…

Gods and Goddesses help her, but Fleur Delacour really did love that man…

After ensuring that Mr. Bernard would immediately inform Gabrielle about her newfound freedom,
Fleur was shepherded off to a military installation somewhere in Northern France. Once on
location, she made a point of concealing her identity under a black hooded cloak and mask, before
meeting the team of warmages that would be distracting Devinier away from her infiltration.

Warmages are among the most dangerous wizards on the face of the planet due to the fact that
they’ve had an entire series of extremely illegal and dangerous Runic spell formations tattooed onto
their bodies. Among several other things, these tattoos make warmages physically faster and
stronger, immune to status debuffs like fear or confusion, and it means that they’re never, ever
disarmed. A warmage always has several offensive spell formations tattooed into the palms of their
hands so that they can continue unleashing spells even if their wand is destroyed.

Of course, almost every Magical government on Earth strictly prohibited the use of Runic tattoos
because they couldn’t condone a population that was never completely disarmed. The day to day
operations of their various Auror, court, legal and political systems would become far too
dangerous to take part in without some variety of control in place.

Long story short, being caught with a Runic tattoo on your body will get you sentenced to prison
for life in every country that has a working government.

So far as dark wizards are concerned, this prohibition is completely irrelevant, which is why Harry
always went out of his way to completely remove the wand hand from any wizard that attacks him.
Under normal circumstances, having a limb removed is easily repairable with the use of skelegro,
muscle and skin replacement potions, but whenever law enforcement finds out that the limb
contains Runic tattoos, they don’t bother to do so. The removed limb is henceforth considered a
weapon, and is thus confiscated. By this point, there were hundreds and hundreds of dark wizards
residing in various magical prisons all over the world that are sporting brand-new magical
prosthetics.

All things considered, Fleur was being escorted into her mission by a very, very capable group of
young men and women. Unfortunately for all of them, none of their skills and abilities could
protect them from Devon’s allure-based powers. They needed to get in, protect Fleur until she
found a place to hide, and then get back out as soon as magically possible...

Within just 12 hours of her meeting with Mr. Bernard, Fleur and her newly assigned warmage
‘distraction squad’ made their way towards the location of Mr. Devinier’s interdimensional portal,
where she managed to crack open the aperture and gain access to the man’s lair. Then she was
layering dozens upon dozens of espionage spells all over her body, such as the Disillusionment
invisibility spell, the scent washing spell, the sound concealing spell, the notice-me-not spell, and a
few different magic, matter and spirit obscuring boundaries that Harry had taught her over the last
couple of months. For all intents and purposes, Fleur didn’t exist at the moment. Harry’s
boundaries were so effective, Fleur was currently nothing more than a ghost that just happened to
still be alive. She could no more attack her enemies than they could attack her because for the most
part, she wasn’t interacting with physical reality.

Quietly and with extreme amounts of discipline, the squad of warmages preceded Fleur into the
portal… Only to find out that Devinier had long since learned of, and prepared for, their arrival. A
literal horde of silently standing people, an army of completely enthralled witches and wizards,
were filling the clearing surrounding the portal entrance, with their wands unerringly pointed
directly at the aperture.

“Circle formation and move back towards the portal,” the squad leader of the warmages
immediately barked out, as the group of wizards suddenly found themselves surrounded on three
sides. Even as a hailstorm of different curses and spells careened in their direction, the squad of
warmages bunched up into a tight circle and began backing away towards the portal. The formation
allowed the Protego shields that they were casting to stack together and it was a very effective
defense, but at least one man was hit by an unblockable killing curse that left his dead body
cooling on the ground. A second man was hit by an unknown dark purple curse that had copious
amounts of blood spilling from his every orifice, and his eyes rolling into the back of his head even
as he fell to the ground.

Not even thirty seconds after the warmages infiltrated Devon Devinier’s domain, they’d already
taken losses and they were hastily retreating back through the portal. Considering the risk that
Devon Devinier posed for France, as well as the fact that Fleur definitely would’ve been able to
hide out amongst the nearby trees in all of the chaos, these men were still probably going to
consider their mission a success.

They’d be wrong...

As it turns out, the warmage that had been hit by the dark purple curse wasn’t actually dead yet.
The seriously injured twenty-something man survived just long enough to be healed by one of the
enthralled members of Devinier’s army…

If the members of the retreating warmage squad had known that they were leaving behind a
survivor to be snatched up into Devinier’s forces… they’d have finished the man off themselves…

Just a few moments after the squad of warmages scrambled back through the portal, Devinier
himself Apparated into the clearing, stared down into the eyes of the weakened enemy wizard, and
completed a brand-new soul bond with the man right then and there…

And that was the moment when the newly enthralled warmage began spilling his guts about how
his mission had been to smuggle a woman matching Fleur’s cloaked description into his domain.

Of course, by that point Fleur was no longer listening in from her nearby hiding spot. Instead, she
was silently Apparating to the furthest extent of her visual range over and over again. She needed
to make a run for it while she still had the space to move. She needed to find a hiding spot so that
she could erect hundreds of obfuscating wards and find-me-not spells, and she needed to do so
now!

Fleur Delacour’s presence in Devon Devinier’s domain had been revealed…

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1 Day Later….

It had to be said that Fleur really was a genius caliber witch and a phenom in her field. She knew
all of the spells required to survive undetected deep in enemy territory, she knew when and how to
use them and even more importantly, she knew when not to...
After finding a wolf infested cave deep in the mountain barrier ringing Devon’s little ‘kingdom,’
Fleur immediately Confundus spelled the entire pack of creatures into believing that she was the
youngest wolf among their number, and then she began warding the cave to the point of absurdity.
Every sight, sound, smell, heat, magic, spirit and presence concealing ward that Fleur knew of was
slowly but steadily applied to the cave walls and entrance, until even the wolves couldn’t figure out
where they were and she had to complete a spell exception around their bodies.

Next, Fleur started preparing to attempt a very ambitious ward that she’d only ever seen Harry
Potter use in the past, which meant that she needed to have completely maxed out magic reserves
and boatloads of mental fortitude. The magic that Harry could casually perform would normally
leave a whole team of wizards sweating bullets and shaking in exhaustion. It didn’t matter. It had
to be done. Fleur had the need, she had the will… She had the intent…

Harry Potter always told her that strong intent is half of what makes magic possible…

After a good night’s sleep curled up among the newly spell-cleaned and ultra-fluffy wolves, Fleur
walked into the center of the cave, aimed her wand down at the youngest wolf in the pack and
drew in a very deep breath. What she was about to do would be… hard, and just a little bit
amoral… Unfortunately, it still needed to be done. Fleur slowly and carefully completed a grant
intelligence spell on the little wolf below her, because doing so was completely necessary for the
spell that she was about to perform. Then, when the youngest wolf’s head jerked up in surprise and
it began looking around the room with newly aware, newly cognizant eyes, Fleur completed a new
variety of Fidelius charm that Harry invented using this wolf as the secret keeper. She channeled
the knowledge that this cave was a magically protected secret hideout directly into the wolf’s mind
using an Auror issue empathy spell, and then she completed the charm with an absolutely massive
outpouring of magic.

With a cry of max effort and a dangerously empty magical core, Fleur unceremoniously collapsed
onto her side, where she was sniffled and snuffled by the newly intelligent little wolf…

It had worked… It was working…

The brand-new variety of Fidelius charm that Fleur had just completed would never be revealed to
anyone because the secret keeper didn’t have the ability to communicate. Fleur’s cave was secret, it
was hidden, it was safe.

Harry Potter really was a genius. Of course, he also would’ve had a lot of motivation to improve
upon the charm that had failed his parents with such tragic results…

For the next eight hours, as Fleur just lay there on the sandy floor of the cave and recovered from
advanced magical exhaustion, she allowed her mind to dwell on the emerald green eyed wizard that
she was currently on the outs with. Fleur was… a mess, where Harry Potter was concerned, and
she knew it. She had no self-control, no self-restraint, no sense of boundaries, no sense of the
appropriate, no clue what she was doing… She was a primal, territorial, jealous, nearly feral, love
sick, halfblood Veela that was experiencing a full imprinting towards a completely unapologetic
womanizer.

And yes, it was just as bad as it sounds…

Harry was smart enough to understand exactly how Fleur might be feeling, and yet he was
underestimating just how much damage it does her that he sleeps around with every single witch in
creation. Harry thought that Fleur was reluctant to leave her husband because she couldn't make up
her mind, when the reality was far, far simpler than that. She was merely desperate to know
whether or not he truly cared about her, whether or not he wanted her in his life. Two weeks earlier,
when she was magically affixed to the wall of Harry’s bedroom, Fleur had accused the man of
being in love with her, and he hadn’t disagreed, and she’d been completely elated… up until the
point that the man explained why she was no longer welcome in his home, impregnated a woman
just a few feet away from her, force Apparated her back to Earth, and removed her name from his
wards…

There was really no way of describing just how painful it had been for Fleur to finally realize that
Harry wasn’t just going to forgive and forget every single time she trounced all over his life...

The more interesting question was, why had it taken Fleur so long to realize how out of control she
was?... In what world was injecting powerful magical narcotics and truth serums into your lover
anything other than a ruinously stupid and suicidal plan of action? If Fleur didn’t know better,
she’d think that her mother had suggested the ‘plan’ with the specific intention that her relationship
with Harry explode into millions of pieces. Except… no… Appoline Delacour really was just that
domineering and thoughtless… Fleur had always thought that she was quite a bit more even
tempered than her mother owing to the fact that she was a halfblood, but that wasn’t a line of
reasoning that she could fall back on anymore.

Fleur had completed a lot of soul searching within the last couple of weeks, and she’d come to the
same conclusion over and over again. She was completely screwed… Harry Potter seriously just
wasn’t the right person for her. Her magic, her constitution, her personality, all of it was
diametrically opposed to being with a man that couldn’t dedicate himself to her…

It was just too bad that Fleur was deeply, passionately, desperately in love with the man...

Every single night when Fleur went to bed, her mind turned in rapid circles over and over again
like a rat in a wheel… If she was ever going to move forward and even attempt to get what she
wanted out of her life, Fleur was going to have to bend, and flex, and grow, until she found out
what she was truly capable of...

In the meantime, one thing that Fleur was capable of doing again was move, which meant that it
was time for her to get back to saving Harry Potter’s life…

Despite everything surrounding her current situation and how unbelievably dangerous it was, the
idea of saving Harry’s life was definitely a pleasant one. It felt good. It felt right. Turnaround was
fair play… Harry had saved the world hundreds and hundreds of times… It was well past time that
someone decided to put themselves on the line for him in return.

Moving to the entrance of the cave, Fleur applied all of her various espionage spells and then
moved out onto the forested slopes of the mountain...

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1 Week Later...

Today would be the day that Fleur finally managed to steal back that damned weapon from within
Devinier’s castle fortress. It had to be… Fleur had been living on nothing but Conjured food and
water for long enough at this point that it was beginning to take a toll on her health and nutrition.
Even though the food she’d been conjuring was both permanent and superficially nutritious, there
were always trace nutrients, minerals and enzymes that just can’t be imagined with enough
perfection to bring them into being. No witch or wizard, no matter how powerful, with the possible
exception of Harry Potter, could survive solely on conjured food for extended periods of time. On
the other hand, being able to bring forth her own supply of food had allowed Fleur to exist with
almost no impact on the landscape around her, which in turn had allowed her to move around
Devinier’s domain like the ghost she was trying to impersonate.

Over the last week, Fleur had mapped out Devinier’s castle, counted his people, scouted his
defenses, found the room containing the weapon, and constructed a plan of action o retrieve it
without getting caught.

Now all that was left was to enact the plan and get the hell out of here…

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One of the problems with enthralling yourself an army is that the people involved will lose a lot of
their initiative because their only desire at that point will be to obey… For that reason, the patrol
rotations of the various people within Devon Devinier’s castle were as regular as clockwork with
no deviation at all.

Fleur moved about the building with a ridiculous ease as she moved towards the one door within
the castle that was always guarded twenty-four-seven. The poor warmage that had been caught
during Fleur’s arrival was the most offensively dangerous man among Devinier’s army, thus he
was the man that guarded the weapon most times of the day. The problem with Devinier’s desire to
have the warmage standing guard at this door at all times, was that he had the man standing there
for upwards of 24-30 hours at a time. Yesterday at this time, Fleur had seen that the man was
finally failing. Today was going to be the day that he went down.

Of course, Fleur could just spell the warmage to sleep, but the twisted variety of soul bond that the
man was sharing with Devinier would immediately alert the man to the fact that his guard had been
stunned unconscious. No… Fleur would have to wait… She needed to let the enemy make their
own mistakes.

Finally, after four straight hours of watching the warmage suffer from a distance, Fleur finally
managed to catch the moment that the man’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and he
collapsed backwards onto the ground like a frozen stiff cadaver.

After moving down the hallway as silently as a ghost, Fleur stunned the warmage to make sure
that he stayed asleep, grabbed the keys that the man was holding, and then slipped inside of the
tower room as quietly as she could.

There it was… The weapon…

Sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the circular tower room was a stone tablet covered on every
side by hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of glowing Runes to the point that it was glowing
with an angry red energy. Fleur immediately bit her lips because she was capable of reading some
of what she was looking at. If unleashed, the dark and primal energies that this tablet was just
barely managing to control, could atomize Harry down to his very last particle.

After scanning every inch of the floor and walls for any signs of magical traps or gimmicks, Fleur
moved over towards the tablet, rested her hands on its sides and began lifting it off of its pedestal.

What Fleur had missed up in the unlit recesses at the top of the tower, was the massive Runic trap
spell that was inscribed into the stone. With a crack and a blindingly bright light, Fleur’s wand was
immediately stripped from within its holster, and her body was immobilized where she was
standing. Fleur was stuck in place. She was frozen. She was caught.

Fleur’s mind immediately started moving a mile a minute as she made sure that she finished
accomplishing her objective one way or another…

“Mon mon mon… Qu'avons-nous ici (My my my… What have we here),” a tall and muscular man
with pure white hair called out in cultured French after Apparating into the room.

Immediately after Devinier’s arrival, an extraordinarily intense wave of allure filled the entire room
to capacity, and Fleur flinched as a result. This man was a hammer… He had no finesse. His allure
rubbed against her like a series of molesting hands. It was too forward, too intimate… “Trop
présomptueux (Too presumptuous),” Fleur growled out in an irate tone of voice…”

“D'accord, maintenant tu m'as impressionné (Okay, now you’ve impressed me),” Devinier
murmured as he rounded in front of Fleur, and looked down into the dark recesses of her cowl.
“Qui es-tu pour défier mon allure? (Who are you that you defy my allure?)”

Fleur didn’t respond. She was much too preoccupied with something else.

Devon’s smile only grew larger as he pushed back Fleur’s cowl, pulled off her mask, and revealed
the extraordinarily beautiful blonde Veela woman hidden beneath. “Mon oh mon (My oh my),” he
breathed out as he ran his hands up the frozen woman's face and caressed her tightly closed eyes.
“Je pense que j'ai enfin trouvé ma poulinière destinée… Félicitations Mme Fleur Delacour de
l'ICW... Tu es juste mon type, alors je vais t'accorder chacun de mes enfants... (Congratulations Ms.
Fleur Delacour of the ICW… You’re just my type, so I’m going to grace you with every…
single… one… of my children…)”

“N'hésitez pas à vous faire foutre à la place (Feel free to go fuck yourself instead),” Fleur growled
out through clenched teeth. Fleur’s anger at the man’s attitude was only made stronger by the
similarities in his attitude to her mother, Gabrielle and even herself. The turnabout was a little too
on the nose. It was hitting way too close to home. Fleur didn’t need this kind of abject life lesson
when she was trying to focus!

Then, with one last flex of her magical muscles, Fleur was finally finished with her task, and she
had to force herself not to heave a massive sigh of relief.

“Maintenant, ne sois pas difficile (Now now, don’t be difficult),” Devinier whispered in a silky-
smooth voice as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the woman’s face. “Occlumus Upendo,”
he intoned, casting the spell that would force Fleur to open her eyes.

Slowly but surely, Fleur’s eyes were pried open by Devinier’s magic and the two of them locked
stares. In the split second that followed, her pupils contracted down to needle points, her face
turned a dull grey color, and she started screaming towards the ceiling as if she was being burned
to death. Despite the fact that her arms were being tightly secured against the weapon with magic,
Fleur managed to tear one of her hands away to claw at her head with desperately scrabbling
fingers, and she was loosing all of the air from within her lungs in a frantic and ugly series of pain-
filled shrieks.

Soon enough, Fleur passed the hell out exactly where she stood, and she only remained on her feet
because of the magic holding her body in place.

Fleur Delacour had resisted Devinier’s first attempt to soul bond with her… and she’d suffered
terribly for it.

It wasn’t going to get any easier...

In the moments following Fleur’s frantic and desperate rejection, and the wracking pain that it had
subjected upon both her mind and her body, Devinier just stood there and stared at Fleur as if he
couldn’t quite believe his eyes…

“La femme doit être imprimée sur quelqu'un (The woman must be imprinted on someone),”
Devinier murmured in both surprise and sudden realization… “But of course she is, he thought to
himself next. Fleur Delacour works with the infamous Harry James Potter, after all… Well, no
matter… She could resist if she must. Sooner or later, she would be his…”

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Just because you’re powerful, doesn’t mean you should be a stupid meathead when lives are on the
line.

It was with these thoughts in mind that Harry exited the portal into Devinier’s domain wearing a
black cowl and mask exactly like the one that Fleur had worn a week earlier. It would be extremely
unwise to reveal exactly who he was this early in the game, although what he was about to be
forced to do would probably offer up some clues…

Harry was standing in front of hundreds of enthralled witches and wizards that all had their wands
pointed in his direction…

“This will all be over very soon,” Harry breathed out in an exceptionally quiet voice even as he
erected an extremely thick green shield into a full sphere all around his body to block the solid
mass of curses that were flying in his direction. Then he was waving his hands in both directions
and a white sphere of magic was growing outside of his shield to expand outwards in every
direction like a blast wave. The expanding sphere of white energy crashed into and through all of
the enthralled people throughout the clearing, slamming them onto their backs where they
immediately started snoring, murmuring, grinding their teeth and or breathing gently. They were all
asleep. The white dome had been an extremely wide arena of effect stunning spell…

During the seconds that followed Harry’s so called ‘duel’ with Devinier’s army, Gabrielle walked
through the portal and loudly gasped at what she found.

“They’re all fine,” Harry immediately assured. “Asleep, stunned. Let’s tie them up just in case they
wake up while we’re still working.”

Gabrielle immediately nodded her understanding and agreement.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Harry added as he started Incarcerous rope spelling everyone in sight.
“Now that we’re on the same plane of existence, I can sense that your sister’s receiving an ongoing
barrage of powerful curse energy and that she’s resisting Devinier’s attempts to bond with her, but
that she’s still alive, which means she’ll be fine.”
“She’s being cursed,” Gabrielle squeaked.

“Yes, and she’s already in pretty bad shape, but like I said, she’ll be fine… I’ll make sure of it,”
Harry assured with a grim little smile on his face. “Unfortunately, there’s something else that we
need to deal with before we head in that direction.”

With a pair of raised hands, Harry closed his eyes, concentrated on the dark magic that he could
sense scattered throughout the pocket dimension, and then said the incantation. “Accio the
Horcruxes hidden in the mountains!”

“‘Ou are summing several ‘ighly cursed items to come soaring een our direction,” Gabrielle
pointed out in little more than a whisper.

“We don’t have time for caution,” Harry immediately replied. “I’m going to brute force the matter.
Please come and stand close to my back…”

“Can I grope ‘ou,” Gabrielle asked, with no signs of humor in her voice.

“Keep it above the cowl,” Harry cautioned in return.

Within the next few seconds, Gabrielle was snuggling up into Harry's back, and was wrapping her
arms around his waist so that she could run her hands across his stomach muscles, thighs and cock.

Harry rolled his eyes as he scanned the horizon and waited for the Horcruxes to arrive. Maybe he’d
teased Gabrielle just a little too long… This level of desperate perversion was rare even among
Veela…

A little over five minutes later, and almost all at once, the Horcruxes came flying into the clearing
from every single direction. They were all boiling over with a mixture of angry purple flames or
screaming writhing wraiths, and they were flying directly towards Harry with lethal intent.

Harry immediately waved his hand to release a very powerful stag shaped Patronus spell, and then
he directed the stag to stampede into and through all of the Horcruxes in a blur of pure speed. One
thing that he’d picked up during all of his Dark Lord slaying in the past, was that if you're strong
enough, you can crush the dark energy comprising Horcruxes under the full might of your
happiness and positivity. Oddly enough, the fact that Harry currently had a stunning French maid
massaging his half erect cock through the various layers of his cowl was helpful in bringing forth
some next level happiness and satisfaction...

Should’ve been obvious, really…

Fifteen minutes later, Harry and Gabrielle quickly marched through 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.

Finally, when Harry and Gabrielle arrived at the castle’s throne room, he tightly closed his eyes,
gestured for Gabrielle to wait for his signal, and he was walking into the massive room as if he
owned the place. With an absurd amount of magic at his disposal, Harry could sense the world
around himself just fine without the use of his eyes, so he could see the man sitting on the throne
directly in front of him. He could also sense the very beautiful but intensely curse burdened young
Veela woman tied to a chair directly to the man’s right.

‘Arry Potter…” Devinier drawled in heavily accented English with a very self-assured smile on his
face. I figured I’d get a chance to meet ‘ou… face to face... as soon as I saw hoo eet was zat I ‘ad
een my clutches. I eemagine eet will be of interest to ‘ou to know zat I’ve layered ‘undreds and
‘undreds of Rune triggered killing curses all over our mutual friend Ms. Delacour. Eef any of your
magic crosses a full sphere of barrier magic surrounding ze two of us, then poof, Fleur will
eemmediately die… Now…. Tell me… Are ‘ou not een a great deal of discomfort now zat you’re
aware of ze weapon? Are ‘ou not afraid zat I’ll trigger ze weapon and eemmediately kill ‘ou? With
a small wave of his arm, Devinier demonstrated that he was holding what looked like a magical
trigger mechanism of some kind.

“The weapon did actually cause me some discomfort earlier today when I first found out about it,
but then about half an hour later, the pain suddenly went away,” Harry explained with his head
tilted meaningfully in Fleur’s direction.

“Pfft…snicker… guffaw…” Fleur was visibly amused at this point, and she was squirming where
she was restrained next to Devinier with a half wild and unhinged expression growing across her
sweat soaked face. “Eet worked zen,” she finally gasped out. “Zis Devinier eembecile believes zat
only dark wizards secretly take on Runic tattoos,” she exclaimed as a manic series of giggles and
pain-filled twitches rapidly transformed her face. “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
tools, and I used eet to alter ze Runes wizzin ze magical weapon’s spell matrix! Ze weapon ees
completely ‘armless to ‘ou ‘Arry!”

Left unspoken, was the fact that Fleur had changed the weapon’s target to herself instead of Harry.
Harry could tell that much right away merely by sensing the thick current of dark energy that was
destroying Fleur’s body more and more with every single second that passed. After absolutely
everything that the two of them had been through, Fleur Delacour was still willing to sacrifice her
life for his...

“Chienne ingrate (Ungrateful bitch),” Devinier screamed out as he exploded up to his feet, pointed
his wand at Fleur’s face and used magic to force her eyes to lock with his. “J'étais prêt à prendre
mon temps pour faire de toi l'un des miens, et c'est comme ça que tu me récompenses?! Plus
maintenant! Tu m'appartiens, et tu te comporteras comme ça! (I was willing to take my time in
making you one of mine, and this is how you repay me?! No longer! You belong to me, and you
will behave like it!)”

“Je suis déjà imprimé sur un vrai homme, c'est pourquoi ta misérable petite magie ne le fait tout
simplement pas pour moi (I’m already imprinted on a real man, which is why your paltry little
magic just doesn’t do it for me),” Fleur immediately mocked. Even as she laughed at the man’s
continual failure to enslave her, her body shook in the agony that he was causing her, and a rivulet
of blood began running out of her nose to flow down over her mouth and chin. She didn’t even
seem to notice, focused as she was on harassing the living hell out of her captor. “Are ‘ou sure
you’ve even put eet een me yet,” she asked, the innuendo in her words blatantly obvious even
through her accented English. “Oh, sorry,” she continued as if in sudden realization. “I’m sure ‘ou
absolutely despise eet when women say zat to ‘ou...”

“Oh, tu vas payer pour ça (Oh, you are going to pay for that),” Devinier growled out with a look of
feral brutality growing across his whole entire face. “Tu vas souhaiter de ne pas m'avoir manqué de
respect longtemps après que ce soi-disant homme à toi devienne mon esclave (You’re going to
wish you didn’t disrespect me long after this so-called man of yours becomes my slave)…”

Making good use of the distraction that Fleur was granting him with her barrage of rejections and
mockery, Harry sent a small white flare of magic out into the hallway, signaling a beautiful white-
haired maid to jog into the room and march up to his side. “I’ve made up my mind,” Harry
whispered when the beautiful French maid stared up at him with an eerie intensity in her
expression. “If Fleur is willing, then let’s do what we talked about earlier.”

“Open your eyes and stare eento mine eef ‘ou two wish to become one wiz each ozzer,” Gabrielle
whispered, her words carrying directly into Harry and Fleur’s ears in equal measure. Using a so far
unexplained and extremely arcane aspect of her magic, Gabrielle’s words were loaded with both
meaning and context, and filling their minds as if she was leaning in over both of their shoulders.
By the time she was finished whispering that one little line, both Harry and Fleur knew exactly
what she intended to do and exactly what the results would be.

Harry immediately opened his eyes to look down into Gabrielle’s eyes. Fleur instantly did the
same. Gabrielle rapidly flicked her eyes back and forth between the two of them, gasped as she
released almost all of her magic all at once, and then she dropped to the floor like a pile of wet
rags.

Harry also dropped to his knees as his entire attention was suddenly elsewhere…

At the same time, Fleur’s eyes snapped wide open, her mouth hung agape, and her lungs emptied
out in a long moan/laugh mixture that was completely unhinged in its depth and intensity. “‘Arry…
‘Arry loves me! Ee always ‘aas! Ever seence we were teenagers! I can, I can feel eet! And ee’s,
ee’s ‘ere! Ee’s wizzin me!”

By this point, Devinier knew exactly what had just happened and his wand was snapping in Harry
Potter’s direction. The English wizard would be far too preoccupied to defend himself, which made
now the time to end the man! Then, very suddenly, Devon wasn’t in control of his arm anymore.
Before he could cast the killing curse that was forming on the tip of his tongue, his wand arm was
suddenly being yanked aside by a powerful but invisible magic, and it was being dragged back
down to his side. This wasn’t good… With a growl of growing frustration, Devinier’s eyes
swiveled back to the right where his captive was still sitting. Merde… Fleur was now free of the
various curses layered all around her body, and her arms were freed from their restraints. Not only
that, but the woman’s right-hand was pointed up in his direction, and a cloud of green ambient
magic was beginning to billow up and out of her body.

“Not a chance, Mr. Devinier… You will not hurt what’s ours,” Fleur growled out in an oddly dual
toned voice. Fleur and Harry were both present within Fleur Delacour's body... Harry had made it
to Devon’s side of the trap barrier without setting off a single one of the curses. He’d come over to
their side by travelling across an unbelievably obscure and impossible to detect form of magic.

Both Harry Potter’s consciousness and his magic had entered Fleur Delacour’s body using their
brand-new soul bond...

“Such a powerful bond,” Devinier gasped out as he staggered back and then paled in growing
amounts of alarm. Even as Fleur and Harry were rising up to their feet and pointing one hand in
Devinier’s direction, they were also pointing their second hand directly at his throne.

Devinier immediately gasped in alarm. Fleur and Harry knew what his throne really was! That
could only mean that they could sense his Horcruxes! In the seconds that followed this realization,
Devinier came to understand the full reality of his current situation, and his face paled to a dull
grey color.

Potter had already destroyed the rest of his Horcruxes...

“No, don’t,” Devinier whispered in a voice that was suddenly both childlike and petulant. “Don’t
do it…”

“Devon Devinier,” both Fleur and Harry announced through Fleur’s mouth. “The two of us speak
for the entire human race, when we say that nobody likes you, nobody cares about you, nobody
wants you to continue existing, and many people will both piss and dance upon your shallow,
unmarked grave. May the Gods have mercy on your soul...” With their judgment made, a
massively powerful but formless Patronus charm suddenly rocketed out of Fleur’s left hand to
completely obliterate the last Horcrux within the man’s throne. At almost the exact same time, an
equally powerful implosion curse ruptured Devinier’s head into a fine red mist.

The deed was done. Devinier was dead. All around the castle, a complicated moaning/keening
sound could be heard, as every single one of the enthralled witches and wizards suddenly felt as if
the love of their life had died. It would have to be a very complicated feeling, because everyone
within the castle also understood that they’d just been freed from enslavement. It was going to take
several sessions with a mind healer for everyone to get themselves fully sorted out, but since no
one had any real loyalty to Devinier, they’d likely go at it with a will.

Returning back to his body and then rising back to his feet, Harry turned towards Fleur and they
locked eyes without a word. Harry empathically conveyed that they needed to go find the weapon
ASAP. Fleur had changed the weapon’s target to her during the moments following her capture,
because hers was the only magical signature that she’d had on hand to use, and she hadn’t expected
to survive Devinier’s attention. At the moment, Harry was filling Fleur’s body with a huge
outpouring of healing magic on an ongoing basis because she was taking ever increasing amounts
of curse damage. They needed to finally destroy the weapon. They needed to bring this affair to an
end.

“Come with me,” Fleur announced out loud in her normal slightly accented English. “We will
speak aloud. We are ‘umans, not alien pod people.”

“Sounds good to me,” Harry accepted, while drawing Gabrielle up off of the floor and carrying her
in the classic damsel carry.

As she moved across the hall in the direction of the weapon room, Fleur cataloged the various
things that she still had to do. All of the civilians would need healers, which meant that Fleur
needed to cast an intra-dimensional communication spell to contact the various authorities, which
meant that she needed her...

“Accio, Fleur’s wand,” Harry intoned without having to be asked.

By the time Fleur’s wand landed in her outstretched hand, she was grinning like a loon despite the
pain of the curses continually impacting against her body.

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After destroying France’s magical superweapon and carrying Gabrielle up to a tower bedroom of
the castle to sleep off a truly exhausting use of her Proto Veela abilities, Harry sat down next to an
arrow slit window and attempted to sort out his mind. As he’d expected would be the case, all of
his surface thoughts and a good portion of his mind in general was now wide open and accessible
to Fleur Delacour, and vice versa with her mind. The best way to describe the soul bond that they’d
recently formed was… comprehensive. It linked their minds and souls to each other to an
absolutely astonishing degree. Fortunately for the both of them, anything that Harry was
containing within the confines of his innermost mind Occlusions, appeared to be safe from the
woman’s casual perusal.

It wasn’t just because Harry was a hyper-independent, commitment-shy and secretive asshole that
was making him so relieved about maintaining some level of privacy. It just wouldn’t do to be
completely incapable of any deceit or obfuscation, especially with a lover. Lies and secrets make
the world go round. If you could read a lover like a book to the point that they could never surprise
you anymore, you’d soon grow bored of them and seek out something a little more exciting.

Harry Potter never, ever, wanted to be boring.

Across the room, Harry felt Fleur come to understand his line of reasoning, even as she wrapped up
a short and rather draining communication spell with some government officials back on Earth.

Of course, as soon as Fleur recognized the fact that she was a little bit tired, she felt Harry
channeling a strong current of his magic directly into her magical core through the link that was
connecting their bodies, and her face flushed into a healthy pink color for multiple different
reasons. A few moments later, when she finally managed to shake off the manic euphoria that was
filling her entire mind, she cast a glance across the room towards her newly reunited lover, and
returned her thoughts back to the task at hand.

“Ze government of Magical France believes zat you are about to destroy zem all,” Fleur
summarized in an indifferent tone of voice as she rose to her feet, spell cleaned her body, rewove
her hair into yet another extremely elaborate ponytail, and then conjured herself a strappy little
sundress. “I ‘ave assured my government contacts zat ‘ou don’t eentend to slaughter zem all like
sheep, but only because I could sense ze direction of your plans… I always knew zat ‘ou were
twisted ‘Arry, but I never even eemagined zat ‘ou operated so… eendirectly.”

“By the end of the year, every politician involved in the development of that weapon will have
retired from their position to go live somewhere very, very... remote,” Harry confirmed, his tone
deceptively casual. “By that point, they’ll all be driven to the brink of insanity with fear and
paranoia because of the extremely detailed nightmares that they’ll be having centered around me
torturing them to death.”

”When will you enact zis plan of yours,” Fleur asked with no signs of judgment in her voice.

“I’ll visit the homes of all the heavy hitters over the next couple of days,” Harry replied with a
sigh. “I’ll be using a very powerful and comprehensive course of different espionage spells so you
needn’t worry that I’ll be detected, but I am going to find out who’s really involved in this circus
act, and then I’m going to react… appropriately,”

This time Fleur only nodded. Harry was enacting his revenge in a very subtle, very cerebral and
psychological manner, over a much longer period of time, because he didn’t desire to wage a war
against France. She understood that. She could respect that.

The bond was allowing Fleur to understand a great deal more about Harry James Potter…

Without ever even thinking about it, Fleur suddenly drifted across the room, straddled her new
soul bonded’s lap, and then gently combed her fingers through his thick black hair.

“I suppose this is pretty romantic,” Harry slowly admitted, as if he was leery about using that word
even when it couldn’t be denied.

“You’ll grow to appreciate eet,” Fleur whispered as her mouth drifted down to press into the skin
of Harry’s neck and shoulder.

This time it was Harry’s turn to nod.

“Will ‘ou do eet one more time, ‘Arry?... She does deserve eet,” Fleur breathed out, her body
becoming increasingly hot and needy with every second that they were pressed together.

“Let’s wake her up, and get her opinion on the matter,” Harry replied with a slow and thoughtful
nod. “I’ve been putting Gabrielle through hell both to teach her a lesson regarding consent, and in
an attempt to house-break her. Now I can see that performing a soul bond would’ve been a far
more convenient way of achieving both of those objectives.”

“Only ‘ou can think of a soul bond as convenient, because only ‘ou ‘ave ze raw magic required to
partition away a portion of your mind,” Fleur quietly mused. “Under normal circumstances, the
two of us would be struggling to remain two distinct eendividuals by now.

“You agreed to form a Soul Bond with me knowing that,” Harry pointed out.

Fleur only nodded her head because Harry knew exactly how she felt. That understanding was
exactly why it was worth it…

Over the next few moments, Harry moved to stand over the strawberry blonde French maid
sleeping in the bed, placed his hand upon her shoulder and then channeled a strong current of
magic directly into her body.

With a murmur and a small adorable sigh, Gabrielle’s bright lavender eyes slowly cracked open
and she smiled. “Are you finally going to take me now, Master?”

“Will you bond with me, Gabrielle,” Harry asked in return without any preamble.
“Ye, yes, yes of course I will, right zis very second even eef eet makes me pass out again,”
Gabrielle stuttered out in a desperately eager tone of voice.

Without a word, Harry began pouring an absurd overabundance of magic down into Gabrielle’s
body and he stared directly into her eyes. “Form the bond.”

“Right away,” Gabrielle squeaked out even as her voice became increasingly tri-toned and
complex, her blonde hair transformed back into a bright white color, and her purple eyes took on a
noticeably luminous glow.

All of the sudden, both Harry and Gabrielle shook and shuddered where they stood/lay and
Gabrielle started moaning towards the ceiling in a fit of spiritual completion that only a Proto
Veela could fully understand. “My mate! Wizzin me! Eenside of me,” she crooned in a manic and
blissful tone of voice.

“Inside me as well,” Harry offered in return, with his eyes closed and a hand resting over the side
of his head. And yes, Gabrielle really was inside of him, where she and Fleur suddenly encountered
each other, communed with each other on a spiritual level, and came to understand just how closely
they were tied to each other.

By the time the sisters’ silent moment came to an end, Fleur had moved across the room to hug
Gabrielle tightly, and she was receiving an equally enthusiastic hug in return.

“This will work,” Harry slowly breathed out as he reopened his eyes with just the faintest look of
residual concentration on his face. “It’ll take some getting used to perhaps, but I can already see
that we’re going to... cohabitate just fine…”

Over the next few seconds, Gabrielle and Fleur locked eyes with each other, reached out to take a
hold of Harry’s shoulders, drew him down onto his back, and then withdrew to stand at the foot of
the bed. Then Fleur was waving her wand over herself to Conjure a skintight pure white casino
bunny suit that barely even started to contain the perfect swells of her unbelievably curvy body,
and Gabrielle was adding a pair of cat ears to poke out past her lacey little headpiece.

“You’ve made us yours now, Master,” Gabrielle announced, with complete sincerity flowing
throughout the bond.

“Yours and only yours, inside and out, forever,” Fleur added before biting at her lower lip.

“You’ve found a way to make a pair of Veela fully cooperate with each other,” Gabrielle purred as
she eased her knee forward and down into the bed.

“You’ve tamed a pair of highly sophisticated French elites into nothing more than Potter family
fangirls,” Fleur cooed as she moved in next to her sister.

“We want your dick,” Gabrielle slowly breathed out.

“We want your cum,” Fleur added even as she banished Harry’s clothes from around his body.

“I still desire to carry your babies as soon as possible,” Gabrielle admitted as her right hand sought
out Harry’s balls so that she could massage them in her palm.

“I’ll try to wait a few more years before doing ze same,” Fleur mused as she started kissing her
way up Harry’s inner thighs. “I probably won’t succeed…”

“I want ‘ou to fuck me like ‘ou fucked our mozzer,” Gabrielle whimpered.
In an immediate response to Gabrielle’s words, Fleur gasped in surprise, sifted through all of
Harry’s most recent memories in the bond, and then groaned at what she found. “Ee really did eet,”
she murmured to herself. “Ee rough fucked our mozzer unconscious…”

At first Harry thought about apologizing, but then he sensed through the bond that Fleur
considered Harry’s actions appropriate under the circumstances, and she was more surprised than
she was upset. Then the woman was proving that their newly formed soul bond was going to make
his life quite a bit easier, when Fleur blew right passed having to ask about his motives, so that she
could immediately conclude that he was a fucking stud…

“‘Ou debased and dominated my unbelievably arrogant and condescending mozzer, and zen ‘ou
fucked ‘er eento unconsciousness,” Fleur breathed out again. “I’m all but certain zat’s never
‘appened to Appoline before een ‘er whole entire life…”

“Eet was soooo unbelievably sexy,” Gabrielle breathed out, her allure billowing out of her body in
thick, powerful clouds, her little hands wrapped tightly around the base of Harry’s dick and her
ultra-soft lips rubbing against the underside of his cockhead. Gabrielle really had been turned on by
Harry’s treatment of her mother. It had left a very powerful impression upon the girl...

“You Veela really have a unique way of looking at things,” Harry pointed out, even as his body
temperature rose under the effects of Gabrielle’s allure, and he twitched at the slow and intimate
kisses that she was planting on the tip of his dick.

“But so do you, ’Arry,” Fleur immediately pointed out. “‘Ou fucked Appoline eento submission
because ‘ou were following your eenstincts, exactly like a Veela would. Een doing so, ‘ou
established yourself as an Alpha not to be trifled with, while at ze same time announcing your
eentention to pursue Gabrielle and I as your mates. From a Veela standpoint, what ‘ou did to our
mozzer was masterfully done, and eet will make both of our lives easier een ze days to come.”

“Because your mother’s unlikely to oppose your decision to bond with me,” Harry concluded.

“Oui, yes, although she would’ve been a fool to oppose ‘ou eizzer way because bonds are
permanent unteel death,” Gabrielle added.

“Knowing our mozzer, she would’ve done so anyway merely to test your worthiness,” Fleur added.

Fleur’s explanation gave Harry pause. “So, if I’d responded to Appoline’s antagonism with a
normal amount of patience and forebearance…”

“‘Ou would’ve been viewed as weak and unsuitable,” Fleur immediately summarized, as she kissed
her way up Harry’s ultra-defined abdominal muscles towards his chest, and then began nibbling
and sucking a vibrant purple hickey into the side of his neck. The woman was acting far more
predatory and animalistic than she’d ever allowed herself to appear in the past, but that made sense
because the bond made acting normal a complete waste of time. Harry could feel how both her
body and her instincts were singing over him, driving her to claim him in every way imaginable.
He could also feel the genuine care and devotion that she felt for him as a person and as a lover.
Her mate could feel it all, which is why there was no sense in acting otherwise...

Long story short, Fleur Delacour was currently moving like the sublime magical creature that she
really was. Her allure was pouring out of her body full of breeding intent even as she slid her
impossibly sexy curves along the length of Harry’s body in ways targeted to help her seduce, mark,
and then mate with the man. She pressed her generous milky smooth breasts flush to Harry’s chest
so that her abundant cleavage was directly in front of his eyes, and she gyrated her stomach and
pelvis against his side so that she could rub her bunny suit covered pussy up and down the length
of his thigh. She cooed into his ear and she licked at his lobe, and she ran her hands up and down
his body. She fussed at her mate with all of the skill and finesse that a fully focused Veela can
bring to bear. Then she smiled in satisfaction when the man’s hand dug firmly into the meat of her
ass, and his massive cock twitched violently within Gabrielle’s hands.

Gabrielle approved as well, and she demonstrated that approval by pressing her slightly parted lips
down against Harry's hot and twitching cockhead, spreading her mouth more and more until her
cheeks were chimpmunked around his thick and bulbous crown. Then those spread open cheeks
were being drawn in and around Harry’s cockhead by the suction force that Gabrielle started
applying on his cock, to the point that the shape of his crown was visible through the lining of her
mouth. She drew in all of the air in her mouth and she licked at the bottom side of Harry’s
cockhead until the man was groaning in pleasure and she was moaning in return.

“‘Ave ‘ou sensed ‘ow much Gabrielle enjoys ‘aving your fat cock filling ‘er leetle mouth,” Fleur
purred directly into Harry’s ear. “Gabrielle still ‘as much to learn when eet comes to sucking
massive Potter dick, but no one can accuse ze girl of having a lack of… enthusiasm…”

Harry didn’t respond in words this time, but his hands began combing gently through Gabrielle’s
silky-smooth hair and his mind was generating a rapidfire stream of different compliments. He
focused on how good her tongue felt against his cockhead and how sexy she looked with her little
mouth stuffed full of his dick. He channeled his thoughts directly into her mind through the bond
so that the younger woman would see her actions from his perspective and understand just how
much he appreciated her.

With a small overwhelmed whimper moan mixture, the ethereally beautiful French Maid
responded to Harry’s appreciation with an explosion of enthusiasm, and she began attempting to
shove more and more of his full-sized cock further and further down her throat.

She wasn’t going to succeed.

As per the norm, Gabrielle Delacour’s smaller body just wasn’t made for her to be a truly gifted
cocksucker, but once again, the woman’s drive and hunger made up for her lack of technical skill.
She glucked and she gagged and she hacked and she swallowed so that her lips made a skin tight
suctiony seal around Harry's shaft just 3 inches beyond his head. She slurped and she smacked and
she moaned in arousal against his skin, and her eyes rolled up into her head whenever she withdrew
her mouth back to his cockhead and her cheeks hollowed out to drag against his flesh. Gabrielle
Delacour was focused upon her mate’s pleasure to the exclusion of all else, and her efforts had
thick bolts of pre-cum splashing off of her tonsils on its way down her throat.

Not one to be left out, Fleur suddenly began kissing her way back down the length of Harry’s
stomach to join her younger sister at his waist, and Harry found his breath hitching in his throat in
growing amounts of anticipation. With the possible exception of Nymphadora Tonks, no woman
that Harry had ever met in all of his womanizing was able to suck and swallow the full length of
his cock with anywhere near the flawless skill and impeccable technique that Fleur Delacour could
bring to bear. The woman was a cock-sucking demon, a cum swallowing angel...

Of course, Fleur immediately felt Harry’s growing excitement through the Bond, and she smiled
up at him as if he’d said something particularly charming. Unfortunately, Gabrielle also noticed the
direction of Harry’s thoughts, which only served to remind her that her skills just didn’t measure
up. The two sisters shared a sideways glance with each other, and Gabrielle somehow managed to
pout without ever pulling her stretched out little mouth off of Harry’s cock.

“Not to worry seester,” Fleur encouraged after kissing Gabrielle softly on the temple. “Een time I
shall teach ‘ou all zere ees to know about extremely well-executed oral sex. Een ze meantime, we
will take turns, and I will demonstrate ‘ow to make ‘Arry’s eyes curl eento ze back of ‘iis ‘ead. We
will service our master togezzor. We will pleasure our mate…”

“With a wet and suctiony pop, Gabrielle’s mouth reluctantly released the head of Harry’s cock, so
that she could draw his shaft aside towards her sister with both of her hands wrapped around his
base. “We will share zen, and I will learn,” she agreed in a sweet little voice, even as she dropped
her slightly parted lips down towards Harry’s balls.

“My seester ees completely adorable,” Fleur breathed out to herself, even as she straddled Harry’s
left leg, pressed her bunny suited breasts down into his thigh, hefted the last six inches of his dick
into both of her hands, and then began kissing his cockhead as if it was the love of her life.

“You’re both adorable,” Harry corrected while cupping his hands around both of his new bond
mates’ cheeks. What’s more, you’ve both officially become Potter family property.”

As the truth of Harry’s words resonated throughout the bond, his cock slowly but surely
disappeared into Fleur’s slowly descending mouth so that it could be sucked and squeezed within
her tightly clenching throat. The woman was aiming to agree with Harry as dramatically as she
possibly could, and she intended to finally get herself a stomach full of Potter cum after going far
far too long without it. Within just five to ten seconds, Fleur was rapidly bobbing her mouth up and
down the entire length of Harry’s shaft, so that she could press her O’d out lips down against his
base, and bury her nose into his short and curly pubes. She loved the taste of his dick, she was
addicted to the scent of his balls, she adored the feeling of having his rock-hard girth stretching out
her throat. She hungered to be Harry’s obedient little cocksucker again.

Fleur Delacour throated herself on Harry’s cock like a woman starved.

Over the next 7-8 minutes, Fleur and Gabrielle swapped Harry’s dick back and forth several times,
popping his cockhead from one mouth to the other with nary a word spoken or a second lost in their
rapidfire bobbing. With Fleur’s mental commands and encouragement, Gabrielle finally managed
to shove just over half of his cock into her tightly resisting little throat until she was lodged in place
exactly like Su Li does and was staring into his eyes with an extremely sexy look of self-pity on her
face. Then both Harry and Fleur were fussing over the girl in the bond, showing her how sexy she
looked and how good her hot little mouth felt wrapped around his shaft. Of course, not even ten
seconds later, when Fleur and Gabrielle swapped places, Fleur’s chin was nestled within Harry's
goose-egg sized balls and her lips were smooching romantically against the base of his shaft.

“Fleur really ees extraordinarily sexy wiz a throat full of your cock,” Gabrielle ruefully admitted as
she eased away from Harry’s balls, banished away the white bust area of her maid outfit to reveal
her fantastically full, gravity defying tits, and then began crawling her way up Harry’s body. By
the time she managed to kiss her way up the length of Harry’s abs and chest, her hands were
reverently cupping both sides of her new mate’s face as if she were a blind woman trying to
memorize his features. In response, Harry’s right arm struck out to wrap around the back of her cat-
eared head, and he pulled her lips down towards his own with his usual implacable strength. The
girl whimpered into his mouth. She keened as her tongue met with his and mingled in eagerly
twining circles. She wiggled atop his body in her extreme arousal and she rubbed her pussy against
his thigh in an effort to find relief. She was burning up. She’d been kept waiting, wanting, pining
for this man’s body for so, so very long…

Down at Harry’s waist, Fleur’s mouth was becoming a rapid blur of motion, slurping and smacking
and popping up and down the length of his cock, her lips sealed into such an absurdly tight seal that
his flared-out cockhead was stopping them from withdrawing. She pumped her throat down the
length of his shaft and then she swallowed over and over again in a rhythmic fashion so that her
neck muscles would pull at the man’s head. She licked at every inch of shaft that she could reach
the entire time she choked herself on his meat, in a desperate bid to finally, finally, get a mouth full
of his thick and delicious load.

Both of the Delacour sisters were heating up, and their nearly obsessive desire to milk Harry’s seed
was making the man’ cock throb with much more urgency than he usually allowed. Under normal
circumstances, Harry had extreme amounts of control over his body, but that didn’t suit the desires
of his mates so they were using the bond to tear away at his self-control and the magic that allowed
him to have such impressive stamina. They wanted him to cum. They wanted him to cum a lot.
They wanted him to cover them in it, both inside and out, and they wanted him to do it now!

“Please cum for us ‘Arry,” Gabrielle cooed into her mate’s messy black hair, as she leaned in to
drape her milky smooth and infinitely soft tits across Harry’s face. “Cum een our mouths and cover
our bodies. Let us bask een your piping ‘ot seed. Treat us like ze bitches een ‘eat zat we are.”

Even as Gabrielle continued to beg and plead for Harry to cum, Fleur bottomed her mouth out on
the man’s dick, swallowed as rapidly as she could and massaged his balls in both of her hands.
Both women worked over their mate in a frenzy of desperate need, with the end result being that
Harry was getting closer and closer to cumming with every moment that passed. With a smile and a
slow kiss to Harry's lips, Gabrielle moved back down the length of his body to begin licking and
sucking at his balls again. There was just no way in hell that she was going to allow her sister to
have all of her mate’s seed...

While Harry had been quite happy to allow his women to have him exactly how they wanted him
up until now, it was officially time that he remind them that he isn’t so easily overwhelmed. After
withdrawing his thoughts to within his mind Occlusions to keep them private from the girls, Harry
performed a small wave of his hand that had both Fleur and Gabrielle floating next to each other in
the air, and he laid them out side by side on their backs with their heads hanging backwards off the
edge of the bed. Then they were looking up at Harry as he kneeled next to the bed above them, his
violently throbbing cock resting atop their upside-down chins and his hands resting atop the
perfect globes of their breasts.

Both girls suddenly shivered in increased arousal at the feral look that was growing across their
new soul bonded’s face. It was hungry. It was predatory...

With an almost animalistic little growl, Harry suddenly cupped Gabrielle's face with both of his
hands, pressed his cockhead against her slightly parted lips, and then slowly pushed his dick in and
down into her hungrily sucking throat. He stopped when the woman’s throat was filled to the full
extent of her comfort zone, and then he harshly pinched her right nipple to make her moan around
his shaft. Gabrielle did far more than merely that. She convulsed in an instant spike of enormous
arousal and twined three fingers deep within her pussy so that she could finger fuck the living hell
out of herself. The young proto veela was unbelievably turned on by Harry’s rough treatment. She
was a Masochistic little bitch, just like her mother.

Harry made sure to convey through the bond that Gabrielle was an amazingly talented little
cocksleeve, before he suddenly forced another three inches of his cock even deeper down the
woman’s tightly resisting throat. Gabrielle’s gullet instantly spasmed against his dick. He didn’t
stop. She gurgled messily as her free hand pawed weakly at his thighs. He didn’t care. He thrust
his cock further down into her esophagus, began releasing a thick current of powerful magic into
both of the woman’s nipples, and then gave her throat three more lazy pumps as if her discomfort
meant absolutely nothing to him.

And it worked.
Gabrielle’s entire body suddenly convulsed into an unbelievably intense orgasm as Harry Potter
cruelly raped her throat. She gushed pussy juices all over the hem of her maid uniform and she
rubbed her thighs together as if she simply couldn’t control herself. She squirmed and her eyes
grew glossy as her mouth was fucked and her newly sensitive tits were tightly squeezed in her
mate’s large and manly hands. She moaned long and loud like a drug-addled whore, causing her
windpipe to vibrate around the dick in her mouth, and she empathically thanked her master for
making use of her over and over and over again.

Then Harry was slowly withdrawing his cock from within the newly limp cat-eared maid so that he
could repeat the performance with the casino bunny girl on her right-hand side. By the time
Harry’s cockhead was moving in towards Fleur’s lips, her mouth was opening wide and she was
leaning her head even further back to open her airway as much as humanly possible. Sure enough,
Harry’s fat girthy dick filled Fleur’s throat completely to capacity, as he hilted his cock in her
mouth and draped his heavy hanging balls all over her nose, eyes, and forehead. After pressing the
base of his shaft flush to Fleur’s lips, he smiled down at the massive dick shaped lump stretching
the casino bunny’s throat to capacity, and he projected that image directly into her mind.

As it turns out, getting Fleur off was even easier than it was with Gabrielle.

In response to having her sexual degradation kink mix perfectly with her nearly obsessive love
affair with sucking on Harry’s fat fucking cock, Fleur’s bunny suit covered pussy almost
immediately started leaking a torrent of femcum all over the sheets of the bed, and the woman
moaned loudly over every inch of her lover’s shaft. She slapped the bed in spastic and jerky
movements as her orgasmic pussy clenched over nothing but empty air and goosebumps covered
her newly flushed pink skin. She twitched, she gurgled, she whimpered and moaned. She ripped
the top of her bunny suit down to her ribs to reveal the mountainous expanse of her absurdly
perfect titflesh. She stared up at the length of Harry’s glorious cock as it spread open her esophagus
to leak pre-cum directly into her stomach. She reveled over being used, over being objectified, over
being facefucked by her mate. She loved it, she loved him. She’d missed this, she’d missed him…

Gods and Goddesses, she’d missed him...

For the entire duration of Fleur’s ridiculously prolonged orgasm, Harry slowly fucked her mouth in
long, deep, full-dicked thrusts that had her flopping around on the bed like a fish out of water and
soaking the crotch of her bunny suit to the point that it was see-through. Then he slowly pulled his
cock from within her newly slack jawed mouth, slapped it against her cheeks, first her right and
then her left, and then he drew his cock to the right where Gabrielle was waiting.

For the next few minutes, Harry thrust his cock down into both of his new soul bondeds’ mouths,
fucking their throats like they were pussies for a fraction of a minute each, before pulling back out
again and alternating to the other sister. The whole entire time, he squeezed and groped their big,
beautiful tits, tweaked their little nipples and ran currents of powerful magic directly into their
nervous systems that had them twitching and squirming on the bed. Then he was just seconds away
from cumming, his cock was scrubbing the tightly clenching walls of Gabrielle’s throat, and both
girls were begging him to start feeding them a protein heavy diet…

And that was enough…

With a loud and immensely satisfied grunt, Harry started unleashing his first massive load directly
into Gabrielle's throat, stretching her esophagus around his seed before the woman started
desperately swallowing. She tried, Gods help her, she tried to drink his ultra-thick and voluminous
nut, but she was nowhere near fast enough. Only ten seconds after the beginning of his climax, the
cum that Harry was releasing was back-flowing up and into her mouth, and he was popping his
cock out from within her tightly sealed, desperately resisting lips, in order to paint her face, neck
and tits a brilliant pearly white.

When Gabrielle’s sexy little body was transformed into cum covered perfection, Harry
immediately aimed his continuously cumming cock to the left to do the exact same thing to Fleur’s
newly uncovered tits. For over a dozen cumshots in a row, Harry focused his entire attention on
basting the woman’s big, beautiful twin milky white globes, with their cute little pink nipples, in an
extremely thick layer of seed, before aiming downwards to do the same thing to her stunningly
gorgeous face. Finally, as a last act in what was becoming a climax for the ages, Harry thrust his
cock balls deep within Fleur’s eagerly welcoming throat, and filled her stomach with the last 15
seconds of his load. His testicles spasmed and twitched against Fleur’s upper face, causing the
Veela to squeal her excitement against his cock and massage his balls against her nose and eyes
with desperate but gentle hands.

Harry didn’t stop cumming down Fleur Delacour’s throat until his orgasm finally came to an end,
and by some miracle of slut magic, her stomach didn’t look even the slightest bit bloated. Both girls
looked completely radiant, as always, as if sex and cum were the figurative apple a day that keeps
the doctor away.

“Your sex,” Fleur corrected, as for the moment, Harry had returned his thoughts back to his outer
mind.

“Your cum,” Gabrielle added.

“Eet’s all we really need,” both girls whispered together, as they began cleaning Harry’s seed off of
each other’s bodies with their hands, lips and tongues, making a huge spectacle of licking and
sucking on each other’s tits purely for his enjoyment.

“Then the both of you are going to be very, very healthy from now on,” Harry breathed out with his
cock waving in the air in front of him. Having two girls make out while devouring his seed off of
each other was always an especially sexy moment. Having two Veela sisters do it with each other
was an image that Harry didn't think he’d ever grow tired of…

He was hard. He was rock fucking hard…

“Zat was eencredible, but I still want to get ze same treatment as my mozzer,” Gabrielle repeated as
she licked the last of Harry’s cum from Fleur’s cheek and then turned to regard her master with
hungry violet eyes.

“Obedient little sluts like you shouldn’t be making demands of me,” Harry idly replied to Gabrielle
as he stalked across the bed towards its headboard and then waved a hand that caused Fleur’s
bunny suited body to float in his direction. By the time Harry was resting his back against a stack
of pillows along the headboard, Fleur was straddling his lap, and he was cupping her face so that
he could stare into her eyes. He didn’t miss the moment when she shivered and bit her bottom lip at
the intensity of his expression.

“Earlier today,” Harry quietly began. “Fleur here, decided to sacrifice her life for mine… I
wouldn’t have been seriously injured by any of the curse magic that passively came off of that
weapon, but I might have taken injury if the weapon was fully activated and used against me. I will
never condone you putting your life at risk for mine, but I do appreciate the fact that you care
about me…”

“Love ‘ou…” Fleur instantly corrected even as a red flush swiftly grew across her face.
Nobody in the room was unaware of how Fleur felt, or for that matter how Harry and Gabrielle
felt. They all knew. With Harry’s mind acting as the hub that connected the two ladies, Harry,
Fleur and Gabrielle were sharing what amounted to a three-way bond, and the level of sharing was
immense. Still… Saying the “L” word out loud had felt both important and just a little bit
embarrassing to Fleur.

It was adorable…

In the moments that followed, Harry pressed a soft but possessive kiss on Fleur that had her
sighing into his mouth and gyrating her little belly against his persistently hard cock in small,
mostly unconscious movements.

“Yes… You love me, you really, really do…” Harry agreed with a slow but confident nod. “Well,
as it turns out, I've loved you since we were just kids, so I think there’s only one really appropriate
way to respond to our current situation… I’m going to have to make you my Lady Potter…”

Immediately after those words left Harry’s mouth, all of the air in Fleur’s lungs vacated her body in
the form of a long and high-pitched whimper, and both her arms and legs tightened around his
body as if she was a boa constrictor. “‘Arry, ‘Arry… Yes… Gods and Goddesses yes!”

Turning to regard Gabrielle over Fleur’s newly trembling shoulder, Harry replied to the woman’s
increasingly complicated happy/jealous expression with a very stern and authoritative look of his
own. “Now you listen to me, Gabrielle Delacour. You are going to make me the next Delacour
head, and then I’m going to strengthen your family line merely by having my way with your sexy
little body over and over and over again... Do you understand me?” Harry was very careful not to
pose this newest marriage proposal the least bit romantically, or even as a question. His words were
an order, and one that he fully expected the younger Veela to obey.

Gabrielle immediately shivered from her head to her toes, her eyes grew hooded, her mouth parted
open, and her allure positively exploded out of her body. The woman had liked that. She’d really,
really liked that, and that much was made obvious a second later when the cat-eared maid started
crawling in Harry’s direction. Twin pools of unshed tears were growing in the bottom corners of
her eyes, her face was flushed, and her breathing was growing increasingly irregular. “Yes Master.
I will obey, Master,” She panted out as she climbed Fleur’s back to deliver an unbelievably hungry
series of kisses onto Harry’s face, neck and shoulder.

For several moments in a row, Harry allowed himself to just enjoy Fleur kissing and nibbling on
his right shoulder, neck, jaw and mouth from her spot on his lap, as Gabrielle likewise peppered his
other side with kisses from over her sister’s left shoulder. Then he ran his hand down the back of
Fleur’s bunny suit, and she twitched slightly when she suddenly felt a waft of cool tower air against
her soaking wet little pussy. Fleur’s bunny suit was now crotchless, as it should’ve been from the
beginning.

“I plan on rewarding your elder sister for trying to save my life, so how about you help her mount
and ride my cock,” Harry suggested to Gabrielle, in a tone that made it clear he wasn’t really
asking.

“It will be done… Master,” Gabrielle whimpered in a tortured little voice. In the bond it was clear
that Gabrielle was at her wits end with having Harry fuck other women directly in front of her. She
was burning up, she was dying with lust, her willpower was fraying at the seams.

Inside the privacy of his Mind occlusions, Harry was extremely pleased with himself. Outwardly,
he merely gave Gabrielle a knowing look as he gently ran his hand down her cheek to her chin so
that he could suddenly tighten his grip around her swan-like little neck. “Gabrielle Delacour,” he
whispered in a very cool and authoritative tone of voice. “When… and under what circumstances I
fuck you… is... and always will be... my choice... Remember that the next time you try to control
me with those Proto Veela suggestion powers of yours…”

And that was the moment when Gabrielle Delacour finally sensed the true motives behind Harry’s
actions since the day that she became his maid. Every second of the completely hellish week of
non-stop teasing that she’d just been subjected to, had been orchestrated by Harry down to the
second, in punishment for how she force Apparated him to Muggle London, and attempted to turn
him into nothing more than a sex slave. He’d forced her to watch as he fucked over a dozen
different women until they could barely walk, and then he’d forced her to take photos as he rough-
fucked her mother unconscious, all with the specific objective that she would slowly but surely
lose her Godsdamned mind with relentlessly intensifying lust...

Goosebumps and a red-hot flush immediately grew across Gabrielle’s whole entire body as she
realized just how thoroughly and effectively she’d been broken in by her new Master... She was
obedient. She was servile. She was dripping pussy juices all over the bed. “It will be done, Master,”
Gabrielle bleated out again in a manic, breathy voice. Then her arms immediately tightened around
Fleur’s slim little waist to lift her high above Harry’s lap so that she could press the woman’s
twitching, trembling pussylips down against the flared-out head of his cock.

“Hohhmygaawwwds fiiinally,” Fleur moaned out, as her shaky, lust weakened legs completely
gave out on her, allowing Gabrielle to slowly impale her virgin tight pussy down around the thick
dome of Harry’s cockhead like a red-hot sucking sleeve. Then she was sinking down on the man’s
dick even faster than Gabrielle was forcing her to, as her Veela constitution caused her pussymeat
and core muscles to seize upon her mate’s cock and pull him balls deep within her core with the
suction power of a vacuum.

Leaning back, Harry sucked one of Fleur’s fantastically sexy breasts into his mouth, licking and
biting at the sensitive little nub of her nipple, as the woman’s “A” grade, overachiever pussy
clenched and trembled all around his cock. On Fleur’s other side, Gabrielle was rubbing at the dick
dent that was growing within her sister’s little tummy and pinching at the nipple that wasn’t
currently in Harry’s mouth.

In her current state of extreme overstimulation, Fleur gasped and she moaned and her allure
exploded out to completely enfold Harry like a cocoon made of pure mating intent. Then her heart
shaped ass was finally slapping down against Harry’s upper thighs, her pussylips were squeezing
the base of his gigantic dick like a vice, and her eyelids were fluttering shut over vacant, unseeing
eyes. “HohhGods and Goddesses yessss,” she slurred out as an explosion of paralyzing orgasms
caused her asscheeks and thighs to shudder dramatically and her overwhelmed little pussy to
violently squirm around every inch of Harry’s deeply embedded cock. “I missed zis so damned
much,” she whimpered as she kissed and nibbled at Harry’s neck, jaw and shoulder. “I missed zis
body… I missed zis dick… I missed ‘aving ‘ou womb deep eenside of me, taking me, fucking me,
mating me…”

Harry only nodded, allowing the bond to convey a sense of profound relief that he hadn’t even
allowed himself to feel until then. He’d missed Fleur. That much was obvious, but he hadn’t
allowed himself to really feel the intensity of it until now. The bond was useful. What emotions
needed to be shared between the two of them, were shared, as Harry slipped the palms of his hands
up under the bikini-esque bottoms of Fleur’s cotton tailed ass to cup both of her astonishingly
perfect asscheeks, and began lifting her pussy back up the length of his cock. Then they froze in
place as Fleur’s pussy slammed shut around his dick, refusing to give up even an inch of his shaft
as it massaged and milked his cockhead deep within her womb. A few moments later, he tried
again with quite a bit more force, and he dragged his flared-out crown through layer after
clenching layer of soaking wet, piping hot, tightly wringing pussy meat, until he finally had just the
tip of his cock spreading apart her lips.

Harry and Fleur locked eyes. They both knew what was coming. What they didn’t expect was for
Gabrielle to suddenly grab a hold of both of Fleur’s thighs to force her pussy back down the length
of Harry’s dick in one fast paced womb thumping shove!

Fleur’s mouth immediately exploded open in a tongue lolling “O” and her pussy sprayed femcum
all over Harry’s cock and balls like a fountain. In the seconds that followed, Fleur moaned like a
completely ecstatic whore and Harry groaned his pleasure into Gabrielle’s possessively kissing
little mouth. The younger woman was draped over her newly orgasmic sister’s shoulder to plunder
Harry’s mouth with lips and tongue in eager little sweeps.

Of course, after allowing Gabrielle her moment of mischievous triumph, Harry summoned four
different teasing water charms to churn against/inside of the shortstack’s pussy, asshole and
nipples, in order to hold her at the very peak of orgasm until he said otherwise. In the bond, Harry
could sense that the cat-eared maid knew very well that she was being naughty, but that she was
losing her ability to watch him fuck from the sidelines. Well now she’d have bigger fish to fry than
playing pranks on her elder sister. Her body was about to go completely fucking haywire over an
endless series of persistently denied orgasms…

The smile that Harry gave Gabrielle when she caught on to his intentions was distinctly evil, but
since that was one of the things she loved about him, her arousal only grew in response. Soon
enough the short but outrageously stacked white-haired Veela was squirming all over the bed on
her back and was trying to touch herself through the water. The water didn’t let her. That would be
cheating...

After dealing with Gabrielle in an appropriate manner, Harry began lifting Fleur back up the length
of his cock. He was just in time for her to finally return from her newest super intense orgasm and
start groping at his chest as if it were a lifeline of some kind. “‘Arry, oh Gods mon amour, my
love,” she breathed out as she flexed her trembling thighs to rise up in his lap, drew her mate’s face
deep between the silky-smooth globes of her breasts, and then scrubbed her pussy back down the
length of his cock with as much finesse as she could.

Not much at all as it turns out...

Once again, Fleur’s asscheeks rippled beautifully against Harry’s thighs as her legs completely
gave out on her. Once again Fleur and Harry moaned against each other’s bodies, but this time,
Fleur refused to stop. She forced her legs to cooperate as she rose back up and began riding her
mate’s dick in earnest. Fleur gyrated her belly and hips against his lap to make her movements look
as sexy as possible, and she rubbed a hand up and down the bulge that Harry’s cock was creating
just above her navel. Next, she cupped her mate’s face with her free hand, and bit her bottom lip as
she stared deep into his eyes. Finally, she licked his cheek and jaw like a wild animal would and
nibbled on his earlobe as she moaned whorishly into his ear.

Fleur rode Harry’s dick both hard and fast like an animal in heat, which was appropriate because
she was a Veela fucking her mate. She wanted to make him moan. She wanted to feel his piping
hot cum filling her to the brim. She wanted to spoil her man completely rotten...

With every single bounce that Fleur performed on his dick, Harry used a mixture of his instincts,
his magic and the soul bond that they shared, to move in such a way that she immediately saw stars
and creamed all over his balls. He poured out all the stops, channeled powerful magic directly into
her nipples, clit and womb, and he held her body as tightly as her most possessive instincts
demanded of him. It was no surprise to either of them when the casino bunny currently impaling
herself on his cock suddenly started cumming her fucking brains out again and shaking like a leaf
in a tornado.

No. That wasn’t the surprise. The surprise that ended up heightening Fleur’s orgasm to cataclysmic
proportions, was the moment when Harry allowed himself to start cumming right along with her,
and a fantastically thick and powerful blast of boiling hot seed started swelling her womb around
the head of his cock.

“Gods oh Gods. ‘Arry! ‘Arry! Seeding me! Your swelling my womb with your seed,” Fleur
screamed directly into the flesh of her mate’s shoulder, as her arms and legs tightened like iron
bands around his back, her thighs pressed upwards against his sides to insistently root her pussylips
down around the base of his shaft, and her pussymeat tightened into a perfect sucking seal. She
knew. She knew for a fact that Harry wasn’t rendering the geyser of seed that was filling her
deepest most fertile depths inert. Whatever contraception they used from now on would be entirely
up to her, but it would have to be powerful because he was an extraordinarily virile man. This
knowledge immediately caused Fleur’s heart to jackhammer within her chest, her breasts to bounce
dramatically over her desperately heaving lungs, and her fuck drunk eyes to roll up into her head.

The orgasm that followed was transcendental, it was cosmic, it was heavenly…

Harry used Fleur’s near out of body experience to quickly change their positions and then he just
kept on fucking her. He never had to stop when she was full of his cum because her slut magic
wouldn’t allow any of his semen to go to waste. No. Instead, her unbelievably versatile little womb
didn’t leak a single drop of his seed, her belly kicked and expanded only briefly before returning
back to normal, and her pussy rippled and squeezed as if begging him for more. Likewise, Harry
never grew the least bit soft when his orgasm came to an end, and he never stopped thrusting his
cock up into his mate. Instead, Harry pushed and turned Fleur over until she was laying flat on her
belly, thrust his cock back into her pussy from above and was prone boning the woman down into
the mattress by the time her mind returned back to the here and now.

And that’s around the moment when Fleur Delacour went buck fucking wild. She moaned long and
loud down into the mattress, started humping her beautiful heart shaped ass back up at Harry’s
cock, and she begged him to fucking knock her up.

“Yes, yesss mon amour, seed me again and again and again! Breed your slutty leetle Veela bunny
girl! Make ze potions I take worthless een ze face of your virility,” Fleur slurred into the sheets as
she reached down between her thighs to massage Harry’s violently churning balls.

In response to Fleur’s newly frenzied thoughts, words and actions, Harry loomed down over the
Veela’s red flushed and sweat-shined body, bit a nice little hickey into the side of her neck, and
then whispered directly into her ear. “Every single Godsdamned day until we’re old and grey and
sick of each other.”

“Never ever sick of ‘ou… love ‘ou so much,” Fleur whimpered, her tone delirious from both
pleasure and the wild completion that having a womb-full of seed was causing her.

With an irrepressible smile growing across his face, Harry planked his body on one arm, swatted
Fleur’s super sexy cottontailed ass into a mesmerizing series of little ripples and then slammed his
cock down into her pussy in triple time. The woman wanted his cum. The woman was going to get
it.

For the next twenty plus minutes, Harry fucked and then came inside of Fleur with her flat on her
stomach, then on her side with a leg raised up over his shoulder, and then in a classic missionary
position. At the moment, Fleur was riding Harry’s cock in reverse-cowgirl, straddling his waist
with her hands on his thighs, and he was letting her use the last of her stamina to get more of what
she needed from him. For the first time ever, Fleur’s tummy just above her womb was just a little
bit swollen with cum, but her pussy was still a perfect seal that straight up refused to give up his
seed.

“I die ‘Arry,” Fleur panted out in a ludicrously sloppy little voice as she rapidly humped her big
beautiful butt down against Harry’s waist over and over again. “I cum and I cum and I cum ‘Arry...
Oh Gods! Mon amour, please seed me one more time! My pussy, eet melts, my mind, eet breaks! I
love ‘ou ‘Arry, I need your cum! Please, please fill me just one more ti… Hoohhhhhhhgawwwwds
and gaaawwwwdesssssessss yessss!

With one last growl of extreme satisfaction, Harry had just begun releasing yet another freshly
cooked explosion of cum, hosing down Fleur’s womb with more and more of his seed. He slapped
his hands down onto Fleur’s ass, he pulled her pussy flush to his balls with all of his strength, and
he came. He came hard.

And that’s when it happened.

Harry’s supermassive cumloads finally, finally filled Fleur’s pussy beyond the abilities of her slut
magic to contain it all, and it started exploding out from within her unbelievably creampied cunt to
spill all over her inner thighs and ass.

Then the woman was popping her pussy up off of Harry’s cock as if she’d been electrocuted, was
turning around in midair, and was dropping down onto Harry’s dick with her wide-open mouth
ready to receive. After just a single cumshot was launched out into empty air, Fleur’s lips were
engulfing his cockhead and she was pushing her mouth further and further down his shaft to drain
the last of his cumload directly into her stomach. She stared up into his eyes the whole entire time
she sucked and she swallowed and she milked the seed out of his shaft. She blinked blearily in a
mixture of euphoric bliss and a powerful sexual completion that was stealing away her stamina at a
rapid rate.

A full minute later, when Harry’s orgasm finally came to an end, Fleur’s exhaustion finally won
out. She passed the hell out right then and there, with her orgasmically vacant eyes wide open and
Harry’s persistently hard cock lodged firmly down her throat.

It was adorable…

With quick but gentle movements, Harry lifted Fleur’s lips away from his balls, pulling his cock
from her windpipe in the process, and then he drew her limp and languid body onto a relatively
clean side of the bed.

Over the seconds that followed Fleur’s loss of consciousness, Harry’s face transformed into an
emotionless mask, as he turned around to regard the cat-eared maid on the other side of the bed.

Harry knew…

He knew very well that Gabrielle just piggybacked within her sister’s mind to experience some of
the fucking that they were doing. He knew very well when and exactly how she failed to wait her
turn… The fact that she had four separate water teasing spells operating on/within most of her
erogenous zones was completely irrelevant.

“You’re a very naughty girl,” Harry pointed out as he kneeled on the bed, flipped Gabrielle’s
wiggling body onto her stomach, pulled her ass up until she was on all fours, lifted her skirts well
up the length of her back, and then hotdogged his cock between the woman’s fantastically sexy
bubble butt.

“I’m... your… naughty… girl…” Gabrielle panted out in return, as she completed a look back over
her left shoulder, waved her ass up in the air, and licked her lips in a way that she knew he found
sexy.

“You’re going to receive a punishment,” Harry pointed out as if such were only common sense
under the circumstances.

“Whatever... my Master... desires of me,” Gabrielle tried to purr even though she was panting for
air and red in the face. Along with her words, the French maid shakily reached back with both of
her hands to spread apart her amazingly round asscheeks and reveal both of her preternaturally
attractive and fuckable little holes. Both her pussy and her asshole were immaculate, tiny and cute,
and they were being teased to the very peak of orgasm by an endlessly churning mass of semi-solid
water. “Whatever my Master desires of me,” Gabrielle repeated, bottomless need and extreme
desperation leaking from her every word.

With a wave of his arm, Harry created a barrier spell to wrap Fleur in a cocoon that would keep her
from being seen or jostled over the next few minutes. Then he grabbed Gabrielle around the waist
and Apparated all three of them to the portal clearing leading back to Earth, through the portal and
then to a gangster infested dive-bar in downtown Muggle London. All of the sudden, Harry and
Gabrielle were kneeling on top of an in use pool-table in the middle of a heavily occupied bar, but
other than that, their relative positions hadn’t changed. Gabrielle’s face was pressed down against
the green felt of the pool-table because her hands were still pulling her asscheeks apart, and
Harry’s cock was still laying heavily between her cheeks.

In an immediate reaction to Harry and Gabrielle’s instantaneous appearance in the middle of the
room, and how their bodies scattered aside all of the balls from the in-progress game of pool that
was happening on the table, a half a dozen rough looking men and just as many scantily clad
women backpedaled away. The scattered yells of alarm that these people made only served to catch
the attention of the 90 plus other men and women that were milling around in the bar, and all of
them turned to look in Harry and Gabrielle’s direction. Their mouths immediately dropped open at
what they saw…

Harry Potter was an amazingly fit, magnetic and attractive man, with features that were perfected
and optimized to the point that he had some of the most beautiful and capable women on the face
of the planet willing to share both him and his bed. He was sexy…

Harry was also as naked as the day he was born.

Calling Gabrielle beautiful couldn’t even begin to explain the full impact of her looks upon
everyone who saw her. She had a perfectly sculpted heart shaped face, glossy platinum-white hair,
crystal clear and luminous skin, absolutely stunning and soulful lavender eyes, and fantastically
dramatic curves that were made even more impressive because of her shorter than average height.
Gabrielle Delacour was a Goddess on Earth, a siren that could lead armies of men to their doom…

Gabrielle’s skimpy little French maid uniform with its bust area completely removed somehow
made her seem even more naked than Harry…

One way or another, everyone in the room was attracted to what they were looking at… and that
was before Gabrielle’s extraordinarily powerful allure suddenly slammed into them with all the
power of a tidal wave. Dozens of panties all around the room were immediately soaked right
through with pussy juices. Cocks grew hard. The level of lust throughout the room skyrocketed,
and the bargoers began sidling closer and closer to the overtly sexual people kneeling on top of the
pool table.

Then the bargoers couldn’t approach any closer than a few meters around the pool table and some
of the intensity of the allure ebbed away from their minds. Harry had erected a circular barrier spell
around himself and Gabrielle, even as he drew Fleur’s cocoon barrier up towards the ceiling. This
barrier had the added benefit of protecting the minds of the Muggles around the room, which
would prevent Gabrielle’s allure from turning them all into out of control rapey zombies. Instead,
the crowd of drunk or drinking people, gathered around the pool table and stared at the two naked
people with awe struck looks on their faces.

“Look ... Just fucking look at how unbelievably sexy she is,” one man whispered as if his inner
monolog had suddenly failed him.

“Yeah, but she also looks like a total slut,” the woman at the man’s side pointed out in a scathing
tone of voice.

In the split second that followed the woman’s jealous and spiteful words, Gabrielle winced as a
dull slapping sound came from her newly wobbling asscheek, and then the word SLUT appeared in
the place where she’d just received an invisible slap.

Everyone in the room murmured in surprise.

Within the confines of his Mind Occlusions, Harry was amused… In the moments since he and
Gabrielle first arrived in the room, he’d been busy casting several different spells. One of the spells
would keep their bodies from taking any damage when they inevitably became quite physical on
top of the hard and unyielding pool table. Another spell that he’d cast was a wide AOE calming
spell that would temporarily make everyone in the room just accept the existence of magic without
freaking out. The third spell that he’d cast would make any derogatory or debasing words that
anyone said about Gabrielle cause a slapping sensation against her ass, and leave behind the word
written on her skin. Now Harry was merely leaning back to view his cock resting atop Gabrielle’s
amazing attractive ass, and the word SLUT written across her newly pink right asscheek.

“She’s a whore,” a second man added as he leaned in to test out a theory… Then an inky black
WHORE slapped itself onto Gabrielle’s left thigh and a very amused smile grew across his face.

Gabrielle Delacour,” Harry began in a very loud and clear tone of voice. “What is it exactly that
you want from me?... Say it very clearly for everyone to hear.”

At no time that the two of them had been kneeling in front of just a little under a hundred random
strangers had Gabrielle even considered removing her hands from where they were spreading her
asscheeks apart. She rested right where she was with her holes presented up in the air, and her
cheek pressed down into the table, because the bond was allowing her to sense exactly what her
Master expected of her. Now she looked back over her shoulder to scan the audience standing all
around them, and she drew in a very, very deep breath.

“I want to obey my Master’s every order,” Gabrielle loudly called out with no shame whatsoever in
her voice. “I want to wrap my tits around his majestic fucking dick, as I kiss and lick at ‘iis
cock-’ead! I want to suffocate and see stars as my Master ruthlessly fucks my throat! I want to be
covered top to bottom een my Master’s wonderful sticky cum! I want to bask een eet, I want to
bathe een eet! I want eet to seenk eento my skin until I smell like eet at all times of ze day! I want
my Master to fill all of my ‘oles with ‘iis cock and ‘iis cum! I want my Master to fuck me senseless
until my eyes swim and my mouth ‘angs open! I want my master to eenflate my womb around ‘iis
seed just like ‘ee did my mozzer! I want my Master to mate me, right ‘ere, right now, over and over
again, until eet works and I’m knocked the fuck up!”
“Holy hell, the woman’s a freak,” a drunk middle-aged guy near the bar finally slurred out into the
sudden deafening silence.

The word freak immediately adorned Gabrielle’s left ass cheek, along with a dull red hand print.

“Yeah. How does such a loose cunt have such a pretty little pussy,” a woman called out from the
other side of the room.

Gabrielle shook twice this time as the words LOOSE and CUNT were slapped against her right
thigh and ass cheek.

Over the next minute or two, the words FILTHY, SKANK, HOLE, DIRTY, BITCH, SWINE,
FISHY, HOE, SLAG, TWAT, BINT, CHEAP, SKAG, TOILET, PIG, NYMPHO, CUMDUMP,
COW, SCRUBBER, HOOKER and PROSTITUTE were slapped onto Gabrielle’s ass, thighs, and
lower back, and her overwrought little pussy shivered and leaked pussy juices in increasing
amounts of arousal the whole entire time. Then and only then, when Gabrielle was panting like a
racehorse and shaking from head to toe, did Harry press the head of his cock against her pretty little
rosebud of an asshole, and clap his hands down upon her cherry colored buttcheeks. “So you see,
Gabrielle,” he loudly called out for everyone to hear. “You really are just a masochistic little cock
sleeve that’s good for nothing but leaking my seed from your every hole…”

“Yes! Oui! Gods yes, Master,” Gabrielle moaned out as Harry’s every word made her ass cheeks
shudder this way and that, and she tried to hump her asshole back against his cock. “Abuse me!
Prove these people right! Je suis ta pute! Fais moi soumettre! Dominate my body!”

“You want it, you got it,” Harry growled out as he cupped Gabrielle’s hips in a nearly bruising grip,
and started pressing his newly spell-lubed dick against the clenching ring of her asshole. He bore
down over the woman as he flexed his thighs and applied more pressure, and the cat-eared maid,
warbled and whimpered as her body didn’t know what to make of it. The pressure grew and grew,
and Gabrielle shook and shivered as if she was about to have a seizure, before a dull popping noise
announced the moment when Harry’s flared-out bulbous cockhead disappeared within her
desperately clenching asshole.

In the seconds that followed, Harry began releasing hundreds of healing charms into Gabrielle’s
body, and he Banished the teasing water charm from within her ass so that he could replace it with
the full length of his massive oiled up dick. Then he smiled an evil little smile and slapped the
maid’s right ass cheek when she started moaning like a mind-broken little fuck-toy, slapping and
kicking the pool table beneath her body and staring back at him with a wild expression of manic
gratitude on her face.

“‘Arrrriiieee, Ohhh Gawwwds Maaaaaster, you’re a brute, you’re a barbarian, you’re breaking my
bodyyyy,” Gabrielle moaned loud enough to echo all across the bar. Then, as more dick was
pressed inside of her ass, her continually water teased pussy spilled a wave of femcum all over the
pool table, her asscheeks and thighs shook like they were being electrocuted and her back arched
like a bow.

At the same time, a lot of Harry’s focus was going towards concealing just how fucking
outstanding Gabrielle’s hot little asshole felt as it’s silky-smooth walls clenched and rippled around
his slowly sinking cock. He micro-twitched and huffed out a deep focused breath, as the proto
Veela bent over at his waist waved her ass back and forth like a cat, and the visual impact of her
movements had his balls throbbing between his legs. It just wouldn’t do to let on just how fucking
good Gabrielle’s sex was just yet. Right now, it was far more important to objectify and degrade
the woman to get her masochism kink running at full speed. With that thought in mind, Harry
suddenly growled out that Gabrielle was nothing but a cumrag, the word slapped itself onto her
asscheek along with the rest of them, and the cat-eared maid shivered from head to toe.

Even though Gabrielle’s mind was already experiencing a haze of fuck-drunk euphoria because her
Master was finally, finally filling her holes with his unbelievably pleasurable dick, her response to
the cruel names that she was being called was to wrap her hands around the back of Harry’s thighs
and bodily heave his waist towards her own. Then, after another four or five seconds of desperate
grinding, humping and straining, her Master’s big fat beautiful cock was finally completely hilted
within her asshole, causing his heavy hanging balls to slap down against her clit… and her entire
body went fucking haywire.

For the next twenty seconds, Harry dropped his weight onto his hands atop Gabrielle’s hips
because the woman was flopping around and humping herself back at his cock with such desperate
enthusiasm and uncoordinated energy that he was in danger of being thrown off. His dick made
obscene little fwopping sounds as it was slammed deep into her asshole and was drawn back out
again at a rapid rate, as the woman bucking on his cock proved herself to be both a glutton for
punishment and an insatiable anal queen. “So fuuuuucking gooood,” Harry growled out by accident
when he just couldn’t help himself, but then the ecstatic series of moans that Gabrielle gave him in
reply made his momentary loss of self-control worth it.

At this point Gabrielle’s mouth was dropping open into a wide and slutty O, her eyes were rolling
up into her head, and her pussy was spilling juices all over her Master’s balls and inner thighs. She
shook, she shivered, goosebumps covered her thighs and back, and her allure slammed against the
barrier that Harry was maintaining as it exploded out of her body. In her current state of blissful
submission and overwhelmed arousal, every nerve within Gabrielle’s entire body was lit up like a
Christmas tree, but because she was a Veela, she never even paused the frenzied humping of her
ass. She was taking her mate’s dick deep into her body. She was going to drain his seed!

When Gabrielle’s newest orgasm was almost at an end, Harry suddenly grabbed the woman by the
shoulders, pulled her back flush against his chest, and then sat down on the pool table with his
calves hanging off of the edge. Then, after banishing her maid outfit right off of her body, he
planted Gabrielle’s white stockinged feet on the top of the pool table’s side rail, widened her legs
so that her dripping little pussy was showcased for everyone in the room to see, grabbed up her
perfect luscious tits in both of his hands, and growled into her ear. “Show everyone how a good
little cockwarmer like you rides a massive dick. Show everyone in this bar how a well behaved
little analslut milks her Master’s cock.”

Even as she shook in response to the 2 new insults that were slapped onto both of her asscheeks,
Gabrielle immediately moved to obey her Master’s command. After raising an arm behind her head
to run her fingers lovingly through Harry’s thick black hair and laying her head back on his
shoulder to kiss his jaw and ear and neck, she gyrated her ass up and down on his lap slowly and
erotically. Within just a few seconds, she was fwopping and plapping her asshole up and down the
length of the man’s dick and slapping her asscheeks down against his thighs.

Now that she wasn’t wearing her maid outfit anymore, an obscenely noticeable dick dent was
forming in her tummy whenever she bottomed out on Harry’s cock, and she massaged it as if she
was trying to jerk him off through the lining of her stomach. Her hairless and immaculate little
pussy with its virginal little lips glistened in the bar lighting as it sprayed pussy juices with every
fresh orgasm that washed over her body. Her femcum spilled all over Harry’s balls and the side
railing of the pool table, and then pooled on the floor when she just didn’t stop. She rode her
Master slowly at first and then much faster over time, until finally she was humping her ass up and
down his cock like a madwoman, and was bleating her pleasure towards the ceiling like a barnyard
animal.
With both of Gabrielle’s huge fucking tits spilling out from within the palms of his hands and her
nipples pinched within his middle and index fingers, Harry channeled powerful magic directly into
his lover’s body from every point of contact that they had. Magic poured into the frantically riding
woman through her asshole into her G-spot, her nipples into her core, and everywhere in between,
as Harry sought to render Gabrielle's body into an overstimulated bundle of nerves.

and it worked…

“Master, Maaaster! Je suis ton esclave anal Maaaaster.” Gabrielle yelled towards the ceiling as her
legs violently trembled in orgasm to the point that she collapsed down against his lap and her
desperately clenching asshole strangled the length of his cock. Then the woman was reduced to
grinding the soft and round globes of her ass down hard against Harry’s thighs as she didn’t have
the leg strength to lift herself up anymore and her head was lolling back to rest across her lover’s
right shoulder. “Master, I cum again and again and again, and I juuuust can’t anymore,
oooohhhhhhh Gawwwds your diiick eees bliiisss! Please fill me! Please, please cum deep eenside
of meeeoohhh Gaaaawwwwwds!”

By the time Gabrielle finished begging to receive Harry’s cum, she was getting exactly what she
wanted. Harry had relaxed his control over his climax, and he was beginning to launch massive
loads of cum deep inside of her hungry little asshole. For the next 30 seconds, Gabrielle lapdanced
her ass down against Harry’s lap as his cock spasmed, expanded, and launched enormous amounts
of cum deep inside of her. Then all of the semen that he was releasing started leaking out passed
the plug of his cock, at which point Harry suddenly pushed Gabrielle’s body off of his cock, used
his magic to make her drop to the floor on her hands and knees directly in front of him, and began
painting her asscheeks and lower back in brilliant white. By the time he was finished cumming,
wet, sticky rivulets of cum were pooling near Gabrielle’s tailbone, oozing down between her
asscheeks, and dripping off of her pussy lips to the floor.

Over and above climaxing so hard she sprayed pussy juices everywhere, Gabrielle reacted to
having an asshole full of her Master’s seed like a meth addict reacts to getting a fix. She moaned,
she twitched, she squirmed, and then she lay her face over her forearms in a boneless state of
extraordinarily intense relief. But that was the moment when her Veela nature reasserted itself, she
realized that she wanted, no, that she needed more, and she slowly turned around to stare up into
Harry’s eyes.

Then she was floating back up in Harry’s direction with her legs held out wide at her sides, and she
was whimpering in completely renewed arousal like a small defenseless animal.

Harry didn’t say a word as Gabrielle floated back up to the pool table and settled onto the green felt
on her back with her legs spread wide at her sides. He spell cleaned his dick until it shined in the
bar lighting, dropped down to his knees between the Veela’s legs, grabbed her tightly by the chin,
stared down into her eyes, and then just barely pressed the head of his still hard cock against her
visibly shaking pussylips. “Maybe I won’t do it Gabrielle,” he threatened in a menacing little
growl. “Maybe I’ll keep you as my analwhore until you learn to obey…”

“No… Non… Please, s'il te plaît, use all of my ‘oles. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my womb. Eenseminate
me Master. Knock me up!” Along with her words, Gabrielle’s hands trailed up Harry’s body so
that she could cup his cheeks and beg him with her eyes. Her upper back was affixed to the surface
of the pool table with Harry’s magic, but she still managed to squirm and gyrate her body so that
she humped her soaking wet pussy up against his cockhead. Then they both twitched in pleasure as
his crown just barely spread apart her piping hot pussylips, and she whimpered in exponentially
growing need. “Master… Je vis pour toi et toi seul. I’m yours. I’ll be yours and yours alone unteel
ze very day zat I die… Please, please let me ‘ave ‘ou…”
Well… There was no way in hell that Harry could say no to that now was there?...

After moving the water teasing charm churning up her pussy back to focus on her asshole, Harry
slowly, ever so slowly, allowed his cock to descend down into Gabrielle’s squirming, rippling,
infinitely welcoming, visibly possessive, tightly contracting, wet and steamy little pussy, until with
a final little thrust and a grunt of intense satisfaction, he penetrated his cockhead directly into her
hungrily sucking womb, slapped his balls against her cum leaking asshole, and removed the spell
that was holding her down against the table. Then Gabrielle’s arms and legs were exploding up
into the air so that she could pull his face down between her big beautiful smooth and heavenly
tits, and she was gyrating her hips up at him in slow, fantastically sexy little movements.

“Maaaaasster,” Gabrielle slowly breathed out with the air of a woman that had just had her every
worldly desire fulfilled. “‘Ou stretch my leetle pussy more zan my body can take, and yet eet’s
blissful, eet’s ‘eavenly, eet’s perfect, you’re perfect… Love ‘ou Master… Love ‘ou so much…”

In his desire to avoid breaking character, Harry allowed both his thoughts and his emotions to leak
outside of his mind Occlusions so that Gabrielle could feel them, at which point the woman gasped
at the sudden intensity of the sharing they were experiencing, as well as the fact that Harry was
quickly growing to love her in return. She hiccupped as her emotions ran wild and she tightened her
hold around Harry’s body even as he drew his hips away to pull his cockhead from within her
womb. They moaned and groaned into each other’s bodies as her absurdly possessive pussymeat
refused to give him up, but then Harry was thrusting his cock back into her again with a wet and
dramatic squelching sound, and was repeating the process with long, full dicked swings of his hips.

As Harry’s thrusts slowly grew faster and more intense, Gabrielle’s orgasmic body bounced in
beautiful ways, causing her tits to slap up against her chin and her ass to shake like jello, but the
way that she moved her legs was what really got Harry’s cock throbbing with need. After running
her calves up his back slowly and sensually, she suddenly released her hold on his back and
brought her feet up to the sides of her face. Then, as Gabrielle's ass slowly rose off of the pool
table to meet Harry's hips in the air, her intentions suddenly became perfectly clear. Gabrielle
Delacour was forcing her own body up into a mating press. She wanted to be inseminated. She
wanted to be filled. She wanted what her mother had received only 12 hours earlier…

“Please seed my womb and bless me with your children my Lord… My Lord Delacour,” Gabrielle
whispered directly into Harry’s ear, with a level of both sincerity and vulnerability in her voice that
made Harry groan in arousal. “Let me bear your children, and I’ll give you everything of me…”
Then Gabrielle’s hands were cupping both of Harry’s cheeks and her lips were devouring his, and
he was completely incapable of denying the woman anything at all. He grabbed a hold of both of
her ankles, pressed them down into the hard felt covered surface beneath her head, and began
whipping his cock down into her hot, slippery, violently trembling pussy with enough force to
crach his balls hard against her ass cheeks.

Fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop,
squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop, squelch, fwop, quelch, fwop...

For the next 10 minutes, Harry mated the living hell out of Gabrielle Delacour of France, right
there on a filthy pool table in a disgusting little dive bar full of gangsters and prostitutes. Neither of
them gave a damn about where they were. Neither of them even remembered that they were
completely surrounded by onlookers. They rutted like animals, moaned into each other’s mouths,
kissed, groped and bit at each other. They devoured each other with a wild and hurried intensity,
until Gabrielle’s eyes were fluttering shut over dick drunk, orgasmic eyes, and her frothy
overwrought pussy was clamping shut around Harry’s cock like a vice. The woman’s body was
giving up the ghost. She was cumming so hard she was in danger of passing out, so her Veela
constitution was doing what it could to make Harry follow suit. Her pussy squirmed and clenched,
it pulsed and massaged his length as if it was milking him from his base to his head. It pulled off
miracles of hot, wet, slippery tightness, until Harry’s balls were clenching up against his shaft, and
he was only moments away from cumming.

Then a pair of slim, soft, arms, and a set of large, wonderfully smooth breasts were pancaked into
Harry’s upper back and shoulders, and Fleur Delacour was performing a reach around to massage
his heavy hanging balls. It appeared the woman had woken up suspended in his barrier spell, and
had decided that she’d come down to support her sister. “Geeve eet to ‘er ‘Arry,” she coaxed, her
hands kneading his balls in the way she knew got him cumming in record time. “Knock up my
leetle seester, and ze two of us will pamper ‘ou for ze rest of your life…”

“Oui! Yes! Cum een me,” Gabrielle managed to moan out through a paroxysm of violent climax.
“Cum eenside of my desperately needy leetle womb.”

“You want it, you got it,” Harry finally grunted, as his balls spasmed dramatically in Fleur’s
massaging hands, his shaft expanded and rocked like a shotgun going off, and an explosion of cum
was launched directly into Gabrielle’s wide open and sucking little womb. For the next 60 seconds,
Harry came himself stupid directly into Gabrielle Delacour’s ultra-fertile, ovulating, and magically
bolstered womb, to the point that it would be a miracle if she wasn’t pregnant with at least one of
his children. Her pussy never leaked even as her stomach kicked around the cumloads that he was
releasing inside of her, and Gabrielle rubbed the dent in her tummy as if she was already an
expecting mother, and was soothing a kicking baby.

In the quiet that followed Harry and Gabrielle’s mating frenzy, Fleur rose back to her feet, pulled
out her wand, and turned to all of the people that were staring at them with their dicks or pussies in
their hands. Then she channeled a boatload of Harry’s magic through the bond until a cloud of
ambient green magic was swirling around her body, turned an icy stare on everyone in the room
and said one single word.

“Perverts.”

Crack…

Fleur had Apparated herself, Harry and Gabrielle out of the room. She’d pulled a Harry…

Within 10 seconds of their disappearance, everyone standing around the bar completely forgot
about the three of them, and were left wondering why they’d all pulled down their pants…

Of course, by that point, Harry was off to his next great adventure…

Introducing his first wife to his second and third…

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Chapter 12.5 - Fleur’s Redemption and Gabrielle’s “Punishment - The Remix

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Author’s note:

Personally, I like the soul bond stuff that you can find in a lot of different Harry Potter fanfiction. I
find that soul bonds in general are a romantic notion. With that opinion in mind, I had no idea that
my current version of Chapter 12 was going to be a bone of contention with some of my readers.

The complaint that keeps being brought up by the readers who dislike chapter 12 is that my
solution was lazy. They claim that I found a shortcut that would immediately bring Fleur back on
side, and that in doing so I completely bypassed all of the actual relationship drama that needed to
happen between the two of them.

I actually can see why someone might think that I was taking the easy way out, even though that’s
not actually what I had in mind.

With that in mind, this here is a second version of Chapter 12. Several aspects of this chapter will
be exactly the same as the other one, but it will begin to break off from the original during the
scene where Fleur is caught by Devinier.

The part of the story that begins to deviate from the original will be designated with a very
elaborate line-break with my penname in it.

One of the changes that will start at the very beginning of the chapter will be that this version will
not feature soul bonds in any way shape or form. Instead, Devinier will have the power to enthrall
his victims in a similar fashion to the other chapter, but without any sort of soul bond involved. For
"plot" purposes, he will also have about 50 followers that he broke out of prison in this version.

Now that I’ve posted this chapter, I’ll be looking for feedback in the comment section to find out
which version of events the readers want me to use as cannon to continue this story from.

If you want to continue forward using the original version, please comment the words TEAM
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After rising back up to his feet and stretching out his body in satisfaction, Harry Potter turned away
from Appoline Delacour’s newly fucked silly and comatose body, to turn his attention towards the
woman’s youngest daughter instead.
“Master… Please take me next,” Gabrielle breathed out, with a heady mixture of need and
desperation leaking out through her every word. The French Duchess turned French maid was
squirming where she stood in her tight black and white uniform, complete with lace headpiece,
lace choker, a white low-cut bust hemmed in by a black corset, white lace sewn into the hem of her
black flared-out skirts, and thigh high white stockings. Her violet eyes were gleaming with an
unnatural intensity, her pure white hair was shining in the late afternoon sun, and while she no
longer had a pair of white wings protruding from her back, she looked no less supernatural and
exotic. Gabrielle was a vision of servile sex appeal and overwhelming charm, and she’d been
teased to the point of near insanity.

It was official. Gabrielle Delacour was completely harmless. She was housebroken to the point that
she’d just watched Harry rough fuck her very own mother into unconsciousness, and instead of
getting angry or jealous, she’d found herself wanting to receive the exact same treatment.

“You’ve proven to me that you can indeed cooperate with other women and even another Veela,”
Harry happily praised as he stepped up to Gabrielle and ran a hand down her red flushed cheek.
“There’s a problem though,” he continued in a newly reluctant tone of voice. “If you can control
yourself to this extent, then I believe your elder sister can as well. I hesitate to begin a truly
involved relationship with you without first speaking to your sister…”

“But Master, I don’t understand and I’ve been meaning to ask,” Gabrielle immediately whispered
as she looked down at her feet and visibly squirmed with tightly controlled lust. “Didn’t Fleur
come to see you just over a week ago? Didn't she come to speak to you two days before I arrived?”

Very suddenly and very thoroughly, Harry’s face took on a deadly serious expression. “No. I never
saw your sister at all. Tell me more…”

“Eet was actually my seester hoo managed to free ze two of us from our marriages wizout ‘aving to
suffer all of ze ruinous social stigma,” Gabrielle freely admitted with her hands balled up just under
her body type defying breasts. “She deed so by using every scrap of her political eenfluence, but
from what I was told, she ended up agreeing to complete an assignment for ze government een
return.”

“Your sister’s no longer married to Bill,” Harry repeated in a voice that was carefully, studiously,
bland.

“Oui, yes, almost eemediately after we were returned to our mozzer’s ‘ome een disgrace, my
seester marched out of ze ‘ouse and sought out every seengle government contact zat she knows.
Wizzin only two weeks’ time, I was eenformed zat Fleur was no longer married to Bill, and I was
asked eef I wanted my marriage annulled. I, of course, said yes, and I began sifting my way
through the piles of paperwork that needed to be filled out.”

“At the same time, Fleur was planning to come talk to me at my estate,” Harry furthered.

“Yes, yes, a few days prior to ze annulment of my marriage, Fleur explained zat she was going to
visit your home as soon as her divorce was finalized,” Gabrielle haltingly explained. “I will admit
zat I was somewhat pleased zat my seester wasn’t present at your estate upon my arrival a week
ago. I zought zat ze two of you never managed to reconcile your differences, and I was relieved to
potentially ‘ave less competition for your time. Now I ave come to realize zat you really are
completely eensatiable, and I am unconcerned about sharing you. Eenstead, I’ve been meaning to
ask just why you sent Fleur away. Now I know... You never did. You never saw my seester een ze
first place... Fleur must still be performing zat task for zose government types. I don’t like zis at all
‘Arry… Please, we must go find my seester!”
“Do you know anything about the job Fleur agreed to take on,” Harry asked even as he conjured an
impeccably cut black suit and tie combo onto his body and magically fixed his sex addled hair.

“I was not eenformed. I was only told zat she was completing an assignment for ze French
government, and zat eet shouldn’t last longer zan a day or two at ze most” Gabrielle revealed with
her eyes looking up and left in an attempt to remember more clearly.

“Fleur never ended up coming to see me,'' Harry repeated as if to himself. “Do you remember who
the specific government official was?”

“Zere were three men, two of which I did not recognize, but ze third man goes by ze name of
Councilor Paul Bernard. ‘Ze man ees a member of ze Magical Counsel of France, and ‘ee oversees
Magical Law Enforcement.

“Stepping closer to Gabrielle’s side, Harry suddenly wrapped his arms around her little waist,
causing the newly worried young woman to snuggle herself tightly around his body in return.
“We’re Apparating to France’s Magical Council building to speak to this Mr. Bernard,” Harry
explained even as he idly kissed Gabrielle on the forehead. “I would’ve felt it if Fleur was ever in
danger in this plane of existence, and I never did. The problem is, now that I’m actively looking, I
can’t sense Fleur in this realm at all. Your sister’s globetrotting through some other dimension at
the moment, and we need to find out which one. I’m assuming you want to come along?”

“Oui, yes, I eentend to ‘elp,” Gabrielle immediately agreed, her voice becoming both tritoned and
ethereal in her rising determination. It appeared that Gabrielle and more importantly Bell, her Proto
Veela alter ego, were extremely protective of their elder sister… Good.

With a simple nod of his head, Harry and Gabrielle instantly and silently disappeared from the
Delacour manor house.

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1 Week and 2 Days Earlier...

Over the last couple of decades, the Magical Community of earth had scraped together a much
greater understanding of the multiverse present all around them, and with this understanding came
the discovery and exploration of a growing number of pocket dimensions present in and around
various mundane locations all around the planet. While having an expanding alternative plane of
existence available to settle into was a good thing, an unfortunate side effect was that every lunatic
and wannabe warlord that the magical community had to offer made a habit of using these very
hard to find locations as their bases of operation.

The even more unfortunate aspect of this somewhat inevitable outcome, was the fact that Fleur
Delacour was currently the uncontested best in the industry when it came to ferreting out and
dealing with these so called ‘pocket Lords.’ She had the magical expertise to locate and open these
intra-dimensional portals, and she had the authority to scrounge up huge amounts of resources to
clean them out.

No good deed goes unpunished…

Back when Fleur first approached all of her government colleagues to demand, not ask, but demand
that they make arrangements for her marriage to quietly come to an end, most of the officials and
administrators that she knew merely arched an eyebrow at her in surprise, nodded their heads in
ready acceptance and then began figuring out how to accomplish the task. It was a full two weeks
later, just a single day before Fleur’s divorce was completely finalized and she could finally move
on with her life, that one of her least favorite colleagues decided to derail her plans.

Just twelve hours before Fleur was planning to travel to Harry’s Mars estate, a rather annoying
government official by the name of Paul Bernard appeared out of the woodworks, aiming to
capitalize on Fleur’s newfound weakness by making her agree to perform a mission for him. Not
only were the man’s methods completely repugnant, but the mission briefing that followed nearly
had Fleur flying into a full on, out of control, passionfire rage.

According to Mr. Bernard, the Councilor in charge of France’s Magical Law Enforcement, the
government of Magical France completely despised its current reliance on and lack of authority
over a certain incredibly powerful emerald green-eyed wizard. In response to this feeling of
powerlessness and the ever-growing fear that it engendered within them, the French Government
had gone to increasingly absurd lengths to safeguard themselves from this wizard’s so-called
‘inevitable descent towards the dark arts.’ Long story short, the government of Magical France had
poured an immense amount of time, money, people and resources into building themselves what
amounted to a magical nuclear weapon, designed and geared specifically towards eliminating one
pre-determined individual…

Harry James Potter.

The exact mechanics of the Magical Artifact were unclear even to Bernard. What he did know for
sure was that the weapon was so immensely powerful, so enormously lethal, and so specifically
targeted, there was a pretty good chance that merely learning about its existence was enough to
curse Lord Potter into a coma.

Of course, it could come as no surprise that the obscenely dangerous magical artifact that the
French government built in secret ended up being stolen from within their most secure and secret
vaults by a psychopath with bad intentions.

Because of course it had...

According to Mr. Bernard’s explanation, a man by the name of Devon Devinier, a longtime
prisoner of the state that had been jailed in the same lab complex where the weapon was built,
managed to free himself from the dozens upon dozens of extremely powerful magical restraints
keeping him in place, at which point he enslaved all of the wizards residing within the facility, and
then escaped with the magical device in hand. Not long after the man’s escape, the Magical
Council of France received an extremely well-constructed ransom letter. In this letter, Devinier
threatened to show the superweapon that was currently in his possession to Lord Potter himself, so
that the two of them could discuss just who it was that created it and for what purpose it existed.

It goes without saying that the French government immediately caved to every single one of Mr.
Devinier’s various demands. Two of which were the release of nearly fifty terrorists from France’s
Magical prison to rally to his cause, and uncontested custody of a brand-new pocket dimension that
he could use as a base of operations.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but as it turns out, the men and women leading Fleur’s country were
exactly as Harry always described them. They really were nothing but a bunch of ‘knuckle
dragging degenerates’..

Proving himself to be a small cut above his peers, the offer that Mr. Bernard gave Fleur in the
minutes that followed, revealed the man to be an exceptionally shrewd politician... Bernard
suggested that he might help Fleur keep her divorce very, very discreet, while at the same time
offering her the chance to destroy the weapon that was designed to eradicate her ‘friend’ Harry
Potter. All she had to do in return was agree to take part in an exceedingly dangerous operation.

The mission was as follows:

Fleur Delacour was to infiltrate Mr. Devinier’s pocket dimension, locate his lair, and steal back the
weapon so that it could no longer be used as blackmail material.

That was the entire mission. Mr. Bernard didn’t want Fleur to attempt to destroy or arrest Mr.
Devinier because he didn’t believe that she’d succeed. All that Mr. Bernard desired of Fleur was
for her to get in and get out again without being noticed.

According to Mr. Bernard, if Fleur and her team were ever noticed within Mr. Devinier’s domain,
then dying would be the best outcome available to them. At first, Fleur was completely indignant
that she was being underestimated to such an extreme. Then, in the minutes that followed, Mr.
Bernard explained why he thought Fleur was no match for the man, and she ended up completely
agreeing with his assessment.

As Fleur should’ve expected, there was a reason why the French government had been keeping
Mr. Devinier locked up in their highly classified military research lab deep underground, and it
was just as repulsive as the magical super-weapon that they’d been building within the same
facility. Devon Devinier was a one of a kind magical creature, and as a result, he was dangerous
beyond measure. The French government had spent the last 80 plus years trying to figure out how
to recreate his various powers for weaponization purposes.

And in so doing, they’d created a monster… or at least they’d made that monster much, much
more dangerous...

To start with, Mr. Devon Devinier was Earth’s very last fully formed and manifested male Proto
Veela, and the French military managed to capture him at great cost during the last of the fighting
in the Veela uprising over a hundred years earlier...

Of course, one aspect of recorded history that was never going to be revealed to the general public
was that Mr. Devinier essentially was the Veela uprising. By the time the fighting finally came to
an end, the man had Imperius mind controlled so many of his Veela compatriots into fighting for
his cause, it ended up becoming completely impossible to find out just who was guilty and who
was innocent. As a result, the French government was forced to be extremely strict with all Veela
regardless of their involvement, and to this day the Veela species was still in the process of
repopulating itself.

According to Mr. Bernard’s explanation, Devon Devinier was already the single most powerful
Veela on the face of the planet back when the Veela uprising started, and that had been before he
was subjected to just under a hundred years of magical experimentation by the French
government... In recent years, the man’s allure-based powers had grown to such an unbelievable
extent, he could infect other people into a state of obsessive devotion merely by making eye contact
with them.

Fleur had flinched violently when Mr. Bernard explained the exact particulars of the Allure assault
Mr. Devinier was capable of using, and her face had turned a pale white at just the thought of it.
Very few Veela in all of the world had ever been strong enough for their allure to cause status
effects that would last beyond the time that their allure was actually being released. The fact that
Mr. Devinier could use an allure-based attack to establish total dominion over his victims was
abhorrent, it was sickening, it justified every single one of the fears that wizardkind held for
Veela…
Fleur knew right away that Devon Devinier could not be allowed to live...

It was during the silent moment that followed Mr. Bernard's explanation that he handed over a
recent photo of Mr. Devon Devinier attached to a psychological profile and a generalized
explanation of his various skills.

For all that Mr. Devinier was purported to be well over a hundred years old, the man didn’t look a
day over thirty. He was tall, well built, with platinum white hair, lavender blue eyes, and a
perfectly sculpted bone structure underneath flawlessly smooth and luminous skin. The man was a
beautiful, terrible, powerful magical creature, with waves of unbelievably intense allure roiling off
of his body at all times, six or seven Horcruxes hidden somewhere in his domain, and a mean
streak a mile wide. He was a certifiably insane megalomaniacal psychopath, with the power to
enslave people into fanatical levels of both lust and devotion.

Devon Devinier was a nightmare made flesh… He was as close to a fallen angel turned devil as
Earth had seen in eons...

Despite all of the dangers involved in the mission and the fact that Fleur wouldn’t have minded
seeing her own government suffer, she ended up agreeing to undertake the assignment anyway.
Harry was in danger. It was as simple as that. She would not, could not allow that to continue. Very
few witches or wizards on any planet at all were strong enough to actually pose a threat to her
newly estranged lover, but with Magical France’s military having poured all of their resources
towards creating a weapon-of-mass-destruction aimed directly at his head, this was probably the
exception…

Gods and Goddesses help her, but Fleur Delacour really did love that man…

After ensuring that Mr. Bernard would immediately inform Gabrielle about her newfound freedom,
Fleur was shepherded off to a military installation somewhere in Northern France. Once on
location, she made a point of concealing her identity under a black hooded cloak and mask, before
meeting the team of warmages that would be distracting Devinier away from her infiltration.

Warmages are among the most dangerous wizards on the face of the planet due to the fact that
they’ve had an entire series of extremely illegal and dangerous Runic spell formations tattooed onto
their bodies. Among several other things, these tattoos make warmages physically faster and
stronger, immune to status debuffs like fear or confusion, and it means that they’re never, ever
disarmed. A warmage always has several offensive spell formations tattooed into the palms of their
hands so that they can continue unleashing spells even if their wand is destroyed.

Of course, almost every Magical government on Earth strictly prohibited the use of Runic tattoos
because they couldn’t condone a population that was never completely disarmed. The day to day
operations of their various Auror, court, legal and political systems would become far too
dangerous to take part in without some variety of control in place.

Long story short, being caught with a Runic tattoo on your body will get you sentenced to prison
for life in every country that has a working government.

So far as dark wizards are concerned, this prohibition is completely irrelevant, which is why Harry
always went out of his way to completely remove the wand hand from any wizard that attacks him.
Under normal circumstances, having a limb removed is easily repairable with the use of skelegro,
muscle and skin replacement potions, but whenever law enforcement finds out that the limb
contains Runic tattoos, they don’t bother to do so. The removed limb is henceforth considered a
weapon, and is thus confiscated. By this point, there were hundreds and hundreds of dark wizards
residing in various magical prisons all over the world that are sporting brand-new magical
prosthetics.

All things considered, Fleur was being escorted into her mission by a very, very capable group of
young men and women. Unfortunately for all of them, none of their skills and abilities could
protect them from Devon’s allure-based powers. They needed to get in, protect Fleur until she
found a place to hide, and then get back out as soon as magically possible...

Within just 12 hours of her meeting with Mr. Bernard, Fleur and her newly assigned warmage
‘distraction squad’ made their way towards the location of Mr. Devinier’s interdimensional portal,
where she managed to crack open the aperture and gain access to the man’s lair. Then she was
layering dozens upon dozens of espionage spells all over her body, such as the Disillusionment
invisibility spell, the scent washing spell, the sound concealing spell, the notice-me-not spell, and a
few different magic, matter and spirit obscuring boundaries that Harry had taught her over the last
couple of months. For all intents and purposes, Fleur didn’t exist at the moment. Harry’s
boundaries were so effective, Fleur was currently nothing more than a ghost that just happened to
still be alive. She could no more attack her enemies than they could attack her because for the most
part, she wasn’t interacting with physical reality.

Quietly and with extreme amounts of discipline, the squad of warmages preceded Fleur into the
portal… Only to find out that Devinier had long since learned of, and prepared for, their arrival. A
literal horde of silently standing people, an army of completely enthralled witches and wizards,
were filling the clearing surrounding the portal entrance, with their wands unerringly pointed
directly at the aperture.

“Circle formation and move back towards the portal,” the squad leader of the warmages
immediately barked out, as the group of wizards suddenly found themselves surrounded on three
sides. Even as a hailstorm of different curses and spells careened in their direction, the squad of
warmages bunched up into a tight circle and began backing away towards the portal. The formation
allowed the Protego shields that they were casting to stack together and it was a very effective
defense, but at least one man was hit by an unblockable killing curse that left his dead body
cooling on the ground. A second man was hit by an unknown dark purple curse that had copious
amounts of blood spilling from his every orifice, and his eyes rolling into the back of his head even
as he fell to the ground.

Not even thirty seconds after the warmages infiltrated Devon Devinier’s domain, they’d already
taken losses and they were hastily retreating back through the portal. Considering the risk that
Devon Devinier posed for France, as well as the fact that Fleur definitely would’ve been able to
hide out amongst the nearby trees in all of the chaos, these men were still probably going to
consider their mission a success.

They’d be wrong...

As it turns out, the warmage that had been hit by the dark purple curse wasn’t actually dead yet.
The seriously injured twenty-something man survived just long enough to be healed by one of the
enthralled members of Devinier’s army…

If the members of the retreating warmage squad had known that they were leaving behind a
survivor to be snatched up into Devinier’s forces… they’d have finished the man off themselves…

Just a few moments after the squad of warmages scrambled back through the portal, Devinier
himself Apparated into the clearing, stared down into the eyes of the weakened enemy wizard, and
magically enthralled the man into a fanatically devoted state of complete obedience right then and
there…
And that was the moment when the newly enthralled warmage began spilling his guts about how
his mission had been to smuggle a woman matching Fleur’s cloaked description into his domain.

Of course, by that point Fleur was no longer listening in from her nearby hiding spot. Instead, she
was silently Apparating to the furthest extent of her visual range over and over again. She needed
to make a run for it while she still had the space to move. She needed to find a hiding spot so that
she could erect hundreds of obfuscating wards and find-me-not spells, and she needed to do so
now!

Fleur Delacour’s presence in Devon Devinier’s domain had been revealed…

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1 Day Later….

It had to be said that Fleur really was a genius caliber witch and a phenom in her field. She knew
all of the spells required to survive undetected deep in enemy territory, she knew when and how to
use them and even more importantly, she knew when not to...

After finding a wolf infested cave deep in the mountain barrier ringing Devon’s little ‘kingdom,’
Fleur immediately Confundus spelled the entire pack of creatures into believing that she was the
youngest wolf among their number, and then she began warding the cave to the point of absurdity.
Every sight, sound, smell, heat, magic, spirit and presence concealing ward that Fleur knew of was
slowly but steadily applied to the cave walls and entrance, until even the wolves couldn’t figure out
where they were and she had to complete a spell exception around their bodies.

Next, Fleur started preparing to attempt a very ambitious ward that she’d only ever seen Harry
Potter use in the past, which meant that she needed to have completely maxed out magic reserves
and boatloads of mental fortitude. The magic that Harry could casually perform would normally
leave a whole team of wizards sweating bullets and shaking in exhaustion. It didn’t matter. It had
to be done. Fleur had the need, she had the will… She had the intent…

Harry Potter always told her that strong intent is half of what makes magic possible…

After a good night’s sleep curled up among the newly spell-cleaned and ultra-fluffy wolves, Fleur
walked into the center of the cave, aimed her wand down at the youngest wolf in the pack and
drew in a very deep breath. What she was about to do would be… hard, and just a little bit
amoral… Unfortunately, it still needed to be done. Fleur slowly and carefully completed a grant
intelligence spell on the little wolf below her, because doing so was completely necessary for the
spell that she was about to perform. Then, when the youngest wolf’s head jerked up in surprise and
it began looking around the room with newly aware, newly cognizant eyes, Fleur completed a new
variety of Fidelius charm that Harry invented using this wolf as the secret keeper. She channeled
the knowledge that this cave was a magically protected secret hideout directly into the wolf’s mind
using an Auror issue empathy spell, and then she completed the charm with an absolutely massive
outpouring of magic.

With a cry of max effort and a dangerously empty magical core, Fleur unceremoniously collapsed
onto her side, where she was sniffled and snuffled by the newly intelligent little wolf…

It had worked… It was working…

The brand-new variety of Fidelius charm that Fleur had just completed would never be revealed to
anyone because the secret keeper didn’t have the ability to communicate. Fleur’s cave was secret, it
was hidden, it was safe.
Harry Potter really was a genius. Of course, he also would’ve had a lot of motivation to improve
upon the charm that had failed his parents with such tragic results…

For the next eight hours, as Fleur just lay there on the sandy floor of the cave and recovered from
advanced magical exhaustion, she allowed her mind to dwell on the emerald green-eyed wizard
that she was currently on the outs with. Fleur was… a mess, where Harry Potter was concerned,
and she knew it. She had no self-control, no self-restraint, no sense of boundaries, no sense of the
appropriate, no clue what she was doing… She was a primal, territorial, jealous, nearly feral, love
sick, halfblood Veela that was experiencing a full imprinting towards a completely unapologetic
womanizer.

And yes, it was just as bad as it sounds…

Harry was smart enough to understand exactly how Fleur might be feeling, and yet he was
underestimating just how much damage it does her that he sleeps around with every single witch in
creation. Harry thought that Fleur was reluctant to leave her husband because she couldn't make up
her mind, when the reality was far, far simpler than that. She was merely desperate to know
whether or not he truly cared about her, whether or not he wanted her in his life. Two weeks earlier,
when she was magically affixed to the wall of Harry’s bedroom, Fleur had accused the man of
being in love with her, and he hadn’t disagreed, and she’d been completely elated… up until the
point that the man explained why she was no longer welcome in his home, impregnated a woman
just a few feet away from her, force Apparated her back to Earth, and removed her name from his
wards…

There was really no way of describing just how painful it had been for Fleur to finally realize that
Harry wasn’t just going to forgive and forget every single time she trounced all over his life...

The more interesting question was, why had it taken Fleur so long to realize how out of control she
was?... In what world was injecting powerful magical narcotics and truth serums into your lover
anything other than a ruinously stupid and suicidal plan of action? If Fleur didn’t know better,
she’d think that her mother had suggested the ‘plan’ with the specific intention that her relationship
with Harry explode into millions of pieces. Except… no… Appoline Delacour really was just that
domineering and thoughtless… Fleur had always thought that she was quite a bit more even
tempered than her mother owing to the fact that she was a halfblood, but that wasn’t a line of
reasoning that she could fall back on anymore.

Fleur had completed a lot of soul searching within the last couple of weeks, and she’d come to the
same conclusion over and over again. She was completely screwed… Harry Potter seriously just
wasn’t the right person for her. Her magic, her constitution, her personality, all of it was
diametrically opposed to being with a man that couldn’t dedicate himself to her…

It was just too bad that Fleur was deeply, passionately, desperately in love with the man...

Every single night when Fleur went to bed, her mind turned in rapid circles over and over again
like a rat in a wheel… If she was ever going to move forward and even attempt to get what she
wanted out of her life, Fleur was going to have to bend, and flex, and grow, until she found out
what she was truly capable of...

In the meantime, one thing that Fleur was capable of doing again was move, which meant that it
was time for her to get back to saving Harry Potter’s life…

Despite everything surrounding her current situation and how unbelievably dangerous it was, the
idea of saving Harry’s life was definitely a pleasant one. It felt good. It felt right. Turnaround was
fair play… Harry had saved the world hundreds and hundreds of times… It was well past time that
someone decided to put themselves on the line for him in return.

Moving to the entrance of the cave, Fleur applied all of her various espionage spells and then
moved out onto the forested slopes of the mountain...

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1 Week Later...

Today would be the day that Fleur finally managed to steal back that damned weapon from within
Devinier’s castle fortress. It had to be… Fleur had been living on nothing but Conjured food and
water for long enough at this point that it was beginning to take a toll on her health and nutrition.
Even though the food she’d been conjuring was both permanent and superficially nutritious, there
were always trace nutrients, minerals and enzymes that just can’t be imagined with enough
perfection to bring them into being. No witch or wizard, no matter how powerful, with the possible
exception of Harry Potter, could survive solely on conjured food for extended periods of time. On
the other hand, being able to bring forth her own supply of food had allowed Fleur to exist with
almost no impact on the landscape around her, which in turn had allowed her to move around
Devinier’s domain like the ghost she was trying to impersonate.

Over the last week, Fleur had mapped out Devinier’s castle, counted his people, scouted his
defenses, found the room containing the weapon, and constructed a plan of action to retrieve it
without getting caught.

Now all that was left was to enact the plan and get the hell out of here…

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One of the problems with enthralling yourself an army is that the people involved will lose a lot of
their initiative because their only desire at that point will be to obey… For that reason, the patrol
rotations of the various people within Devon Devinier’s castle were as regular as clockwork with
no deviation at all.

Fleur moved about the building with a ridiculous ease as she moved towards the one door within
the castle that was always guarded twenty-four-seven. The poor warmage that had been caught
during Fleur’s arrival was the most offensively dangerous man among Devinier’s army, thus he
was the man that guarded the weapon most times of the day. The problem with Devinier’s desire to
have the warmage standing guard at this door at all times, was that he had the man standing there
for upwards of 24-30 hours at a time. Yesterday at this time, Fleur had seen that the man was
finally failing. Today was going to be the day that he went down.

Of course, Fleur could just spell the warmage to sleep, but one of the smarter pieces of magical
equipment that everyone in the castle was wearing was an amulet that would alert Devinier if
anyone in his little ‘army was interfered with magically. No… Fleur would have to wait… She
needed to let the enemy make their own mistakes.

Finally, after four straight hours of watching the warmage suffer from a distance, Fleur finally
managed to catch the moment that the man’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and he
collapsed backwards onto the ground like a frozen stiff cadaver.

After moving down the hallway as silently as a ghost, Fleur stunned the warmage to make sure
that he stayed asleep, grabbed the keys that the man was holding, and then slipped inside of the
tower room as quietly as she could.

There it was… The weapon…

Sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the circular tower room was a stone tablet covered on every
side by hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of glowing Runes to the point that it was glowing
with an angry red energy. Fleur immediately bit her lips because she was capable of reading some
of what she was looking at. If unleashed, the dark and primal energies that this tablet was just
barely managing to control, could atomize Harry down to his very last particle.

After scanning every inch of the floor and walls for any signs of magical traps or gimmicks, Fleur
moved over towards the tablet, rested her hands on its sides and began lifting it off of its pedestal.

What Fleur had missed up in the unlit recesses at the top of the tower, was the massive Runic trap
spell that was inscribed into the stone. With a crack and a blindingly bright light, Fleur’s wand was
immediately stripped from within its holster, and her body was immobilized where she was
standing. Fleur was stuck in place. She was frozen. She was caught.

Fleur’s mind immediately started moving a mile a minute as she made sure that she finished
accomplishing her objective one way or another…

“Mon mon mon… Qu'avons-nous ici (My my my… What have we here),” a tall and muscular man
with pure white hair called out in cultured French after Apparating into the room.

Immediately after Devinier’s arrival, an extraordinarily intense wave of allure filled the entire room
to capacity, and Fleur flinched as a result. This man was a hammer… He had no finesse. His allure
rubbed against her like a series of molesting hands. It was too forward, too intimate… “Trop
présomptueux (Too presumptuous),” Fleur growled out in an irate tone of voice…”

“D'accord, maintenant tu m'as impressionné (Okay, now you’ve impressed me),” Devinier
murmured as he rounded in front of Fleur, and looked down into the dark recesses of her cowl.
“Qui es-tu pour défier mon allure? (Who are you that you defy my allure?)”

Fleur didn’t respond. She was much too preoccupied with something else.

Devon’s smile only grew larger as he pushed back Fleur’s cowl, pulled off her mask, and revealed
the extraordinarily beautiful blonde Veela woman hidden beneath. “Mon oh mon (My oh my),” he
breathed out as he ran his hands up the frozen woman's face and caressed her tightly closed eyes.
“Je pense que j'ai enfin trouvé ma poulinière destinée… Félicitations Mme Fleur Delacour de
l'ICW... Tu es juste mon type, alors je vais t'accorder chacun de mes enfants... (Congratulations Ms.
Fleur Delacour of the ICW… You’re just my type, so I’m going to grace you with every…
single… one… of my children…)”

“N'hésitez pas à vous faire foutre à la place (Feel free to go fuck yourself instead),” Fleur growled
out through clenched teeth. Fleur’s anger at the man’s attitude was only made stronger by the
similarities in his attitude to her mother, Gabrielle and even herself. The turnabout was a little too
on the nose. It was hitting way too close to home. Fleur didn’t need this kind of abject life lesson
when she was trying to focus!

Then, with one last flex of her magical muscles, Fleur was finally finished with her task, and she
had to force herself not to heave a massive sigh of relief.
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“Maintenant, ne sois pas difficile (Now now, don’t be difficult),” Devinier whispered in a silky-
smooth voice as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the woman’s face. “Occlumus Upendo,”
he intoned, casting the spell that would force Fleur to open her eyes.

Slowly but surely, Fleur’s eyes were pried open by Devinier’s magic and the two of them locked
stares. In the split second that followed, her body swayed as if it had taken a blow, the pupils of her
eyes contracted down to needle points, her breathing became loose and labored, and her skin turned
a bright and heated red. At the same time, her hands curled tight into white knuckled fists, her
mouth curled into a feral grimace, and her lungs emptied out in a long, low, almost subvocal growl
that didn’t sound the least bit human. For all that her body was reacting to the man’s magic in
several very noticeable ways, she was visibly struggling to resist his attempts to magically
dominate her mind.

There could be no doubt that Fleur Delacour was being powerfully allure enthralled by the man
standing in front of her, but she wasn’t in love with him and she was struggling to maintain her
sense of self...

“De plus en plus impressionnant de minute en minute (More and more impressive by the minute),”
Devnier murmured to himself as he banished Fleur’s cloak with a wave of his wand, and then
walked a slow circle around the woman. Now that her large, baggy cowl was gone and she was
only wearing a black tank top over skin tight black cargo pants, he could take in and appreciate the
full scope of the beauty that she represented. Then, in the moments that followed, Devinier found
that Fleur’s resistance wasn’t bothering him in the least. This was good… This was appropriate…
His new mate should not be so simple minded and easy that she would bow to him at a single
glance…

With a satisfied little nod and a wave of his wand that sent off a flare of light, Devinier summoned
two of the terrorists that had agreed to work for him. Soon enough two very scruffy looking
women were Apparating into the room...

“De quoi avez-vous besoin, patron (What do you need, boss),” the shorter and squatter woman
asked with a speculative glance aside at Fleur’s continuously frozen form.

The second, taller and rail thin woman didn’t speak, but rather she just glowered at the man as if
his good looks offended her.

“Fleur ici résiste à mes tentatives pour captiver son esprit (Fleur here is resisting my attempts to
enthrall her mind),” Devinier admitted with a smile. “J'ai besoin qu'elle soit sécurisée et emmenée
dans la salle du trône, et je ne veux pas qu'elle soit touchée. Vos homologues masculins ne
conviendraient pas à la tâche (I need her secured and taken to the throne room, and I don’t want her
touched. Your male counterparts wouldn’t be suitable for the task).”

After just a single glance in Fleur’s direction, both of the female terrorists looked like they might
enjoy watching their male peers have their way with Fleur, but that they were far too afraid of
being allure enthralled by their boss to question his orders. In the end they only nodded at Devinier,
bound Fleur’s arms in ropes and then began dragging her out of the room.

With a smile and a small, fond glance at the weapon up on its pedestal, Devinier turned to follow
the women out of the room. He was looking forward to spending the afternoon with the world
famous Fleur Delacour back in his throne room. He was interested in finding out how much
resistance she would end up putting up.

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7 Hours Later…

Just because you’re powerful, doesn’t mean you should be a stupid meathead when lives are on the
line.

It was with these thoughts in mind that Harry exited the portal into Devinier’s domain wearing a
black cowl and mask exactly like the one that Fleur had worn a week earlier. It would be extremely
unwise to reveal exactly who he was this early in the game, although what he was about to be
forced to do would probably offer up some clues…

Harry was standing in front of hundreds of enthralled witches and wizards that all had their wands
pointed in his direction…

“This will all be over very soon,” Harry breathed out in an exceptionally quiet voice even as he
erected an extremely thick green shield into a full sphere all around his body to block the solid
mass of curses that were flying in his direction. Then he was waving his hands in both directions
and a white sphere of magic was growing outside of his shield to expand outwards in every
direction like a blast wave. The expanding sphere of white energy crashed into and through all of
the enthralled people throughout the clearing, slamming them onto their backs where they
immediately started snoring, murmuring, grinding their teeth and or breathing gently. They were all
asleep. The white dome had been an extremely wide arena of effect stunning spell…

During the seconds that followed Harry’s so called ‘duel’ with Devinier’s army, Gabrielle walked
through the portal and loudly gasped at what she found.

“They’re all fine,” Harry immediately assured. “Asleep, stunned. Let’s tie them up just in case they
wake up while we’re still working.”

Gabrielle immediately nodded her understanding and agreement.

“There are some things I should explain while we work,” Harry added as he started Incarcerous
rope spelling everyone in sight. “Now that we’re on the same plane of existence, I can sense that
your sister’s receiving an ongoing barrage of powerful curse energy, and that she’s resisting
Devinier’s attempts to dominate her with his allure, but that she’s still alive, which means she’ll be
fine.”

“She’s being cursed,” Gabrielle squeaked.

“Yes, and she’s already in pretty bad shape, but like I said, she’ll be fine… I’ll make sure of it,”
Harry assured with a grim but confident look on his face. “Unfortunately, there’s something else
that we need to deal with before we head in that direction.”

With a pair of raised hands, Harry closed his eyes, concentrated on the dark magic that he could
sense scattered throughout the pocket dimension, and then said the incantation. “Accio the
Horcruxes hidden in the mountains!”

“You are summing several ‘ighly cursed items to come soaring een our direction,” Gabrielle
pointed out in little more than a whisper.

“We don’t have time for caution,” Harry immediately replied. “I’m going to brute force the matter.
Please come and stand close to my back…”

“Can I grope you,” Gabrielle asked, with no signs of humor in her voice.

“Keep it above the cowl,” Harry cautioned in return.

Within the next few seconds, Gabrielle was snuggling up into Harry's back, and was wrapping her
arms around his waist so that she could run her hands across his stomach muscles, thighs and cock.

Harry rolled his eyes as he scanned the horizon and waited for the Horcruxes to arrive. Maybe he’d
teased Gabrielle just a little too long… This level of desperate perversion was rare even among
Veela…

A little over five minutes later, and almost all at once, the Horcruxes came flying into the clearing
from every single direction. They were all boiling over with a mixture of angry purple flames or
screaming writhing wraiths, and they were flying directly towards Harry with lethal intent.

Harry immediately waved his hand to release a very powerful stag shaped Patronus spell, and then
he directed the stag to stampede into and through all of the Horcruxes in a blur of pure speed. One
thing that he’d picked up during all of his Dark Lord slaying in the past, was that if you're strong
enough, you can crush the dark energy comprising Horcruxes under the full might of your
happiness and positivity. Oddly enough, the fact that Harry currently had a stunning French maid
massaging his half erect cock through the various layers of his cowl was helpful in bringing forth
some next level happiness and satisfaction...

Should’ve been obvious, really…

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At the same time within Devinier’s Castle…

“Je ne vois pas l'intérêt de ta résistance continue (I fail to see the point in your continued
resistance),” Devinier idly commented, as he leaned on the armrest of his throne and stared down
into Fleur’s icey blue eyes. The woman was currently a captive audience, what with her forearms
roped securely to the armrest of a large and ornate looking chair, but he didn’t think he’d need to
keep her secured that way for very much longer. The woman’s body was a mess… She was pale
and sweaty and visibly twitching with barely controlled, feverish lust. At this point, it was only the
woman’s iron-will that was keeping her from finally submitting to her desires, at which point the
enthralling process would be complete.

“Je ne me soumettrai pas, je ne suis pas à toi pour réclamer (I will not submit to you, I’m not yours
to claim),” Fleur finally ground out through lips that were slightly parted, and moist with her
labored breathing.

“Les traditions les plus anciennes de notre culture ne sont pas d'accord avec vous (Our species’s
oldest traditions disagree with you),” Devinier immediately argued with an amused smile on his
face. “Vous êtes Veela. Vous connaissez mieux que quiconque les instincts qui guident mes
actions. Vous savez mieux que quiconque à quel point vos protestations sont insignifiantes (You
are Veela. You know better than most the instincts that drive my actions. You know better than
anyone how trivial your protests are).”

Fleur flinched as if she’d been slapped in response to Devinier’s words, and then she stared down
at her hands until he magically forced her to meet his eyes again. He had no intention of ceasing his
allure-based attack until the deed was finally done and the woman was his…

But that was the moment when Devinier suddenly froze in place, turned to look at all of his
terrorist vassals, and gestured out the window towards the moat. “Harry Potter force son entrée
dans le château ! Préparez cette pièce pour son entrée ! Préparez-vous à défendre cette pièce !
Préparez-vous à capitaliser lorsque je menace d'activer l'arme (Harry Potter is forcing his way into
the castle! Prepare this room for his entry! Prepare to defend this room! Prepare to act when I
activate the weapon!”

Devinier pointed to the corner of the room, where the weapon had been relocated specifically in
preparation for Harry Potter’s arrival.

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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...

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To Be Continued
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Once again team the teams are:

TEAM BANANAS - pro soul bonds and want to keep the old chapter

TEAM ORANGES - Anti soul bonds and want to use the new chapter

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Chapter 14 - The BANANA Ending Part One

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Author’s Note:

When I first asked for feedback about what version of events this story’s readers wanted to use
moving forward, I wasn’t prepared for the results to be so evenly divided. AO3 is about two thirds
team Banana, Hentai-Foundry is about two thirds team Orange, and the Hpfanficarcive is about a
50/50 split. What this means is, regardless of what direction I choose to go in, I’ll be disappointing
a good number of my readers/ subscribers/ bookmarkers/ favoriters/ kudos givers/ etc...

For obvious reasons, this outcome ended up making me waffle back and forth quite a bit before I
finally came to a decision.

I’d do both.

The Banana version of this story is an idealized romantic scenario, which, ultimately, will curb
Harry’s philandering (or at least keep him far too happy at home to get around too much). With
that being the case, I think the BANANA version of the story is much better suited to getting
wrapped up in a nice little bow (or a large bow as it turns out), while the other version of events
will have ongoing chapters in order to follow Harry’s slutty escapades.

In conclusion...

This chapter is part one of two chapters that make up what’s become a very long Team BANANA
Ending… It’s a fluffy/smutty ending that I hope team BANANA will enjoy....

PS: While there is actually a smut scene approximately one third of the way into this chapter, for
the most part this chapter is a plot wrap up for those people looking for closure. Team BANANA
Ending part two will be very, very smutty...

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When a rip in the fabric of the universe suddenly tore itself open in the middle of downtown
London England and an intradimensional army of bipedal reptiles started spilling out into the
streets, the Magical government of Britain immediately scrambled to relocate the seven million
plus Muggles that lived throughout the city. Hundreds of thousands of powerful AOE style
Obliviation spells were cast on the Mundane residents of London so that the newly memory wiped
Muggles could be sent off on a wide variety of all expense paid “vacations” all around the world.

From that point forward, the streets of London became a warzone for the first time since the
Second World War’s Battle of Britain had bombs dropping all over the city on a regular basis

Of course this particular warzone was turning out to be radically different from anything that
London had ever experienced in the past. This battlefield featured alien reptile creatures wearing
medieval looking metallic armor and carrying weapons that were distinctly supernatural in nature.
Bronze colored clubs that melted skin on impact and swords that were enchanted to release an
immensely lethal poison were just two of the many different weapons that were being brought to
bear by humanity's newfound enemies. Likewise, the alien army came complete with what
appeared to be a magic wielding class among their ranks that worked in tandem with their more
mundane soldier class.

What this meant for the English witches and wizards that attempted to curse the living hell out of
the foreign army marching towards their homes was that they almost immediately found
themselves the target of a bizarre variety of foreign attack magic in return... Within merely the first
few hours of the alien invasion, the Magical British government commanded their civilian wizard
population to fall back in order to keep casualties to a minimum even as they frantically organized
some variety of counter-offensive.

Unfortunately for the British Magical government, the most efficient tactic that they could've used
to fight back against their attackers had just been forcefully evacuated out of the country...

For the first time in a little over 1100 years, keeping the Muggle population ignorant to the
existence of the supernatural was turning out to be against Magical Britain’s best interests. One of
the more interesting facts that was discovered in the hours leading up to the Muggle evacuation
was that normal non-magical technology such as pistols, rifles and explosives actually did work
against these alien creatures... What this most likely meant was that gunpowder didn’t even exist in
whatever dimension these lizardmen originated from, with the end result being that they’d never
invented countermeasures against any variety of modern ballistic weapons…

Nobody in the magical community was willing to admit it but Muggle firearms weren’t the only
reason why it would’ve been nice to keep the Muggles involved in the defence of the city. The fact
of the matter was that Muggle armies have the manpower and propensity for overt physical
violence that the magical community currently lacked. One thing that was immediately obvious to
every single warmage that was currently defending London’s front lines was that the lion’s share
of the lizardmen were just as mundane as any human Muggle. The only two differences between
these non-magical Reptilemen and the Muggle population was that the alien foot-soldiers were
actually working together as a team with their more magical Reptile cohorts, and they were
wearing powerful magic repelling armor that helped even the playing field.

If the magical armor that the Lizardmen were equipped with helped even the odds, it was the
overwhelming number of foot-soldiers marching through the wormhole that was tipping the scales
in the aliens’ favor.

The population of witches and wizards comprising the magical world are, and always have been,
very tiny in number when compared to the ever-expanding Muggle population. The foreign
invasion that was currently swelling out of control in downtown London was a little larger than
200,000 fighters strong by the end of the first day, which was actually an immense fighting force
within the supernatural world. On the other hand, when you compared this alien invasion to the
various Muggle militaries defending their own little slices of the world… the Lizardmens’ so-
called ‘army’ suddenly seemed completely insignificant...

Long story short, the invasion of Magical Britain could’ve been completely eradicated within just a
day or two if the magical population of Earth was willing to get off of their high horse and bring in
some Muggle help... They didn’t... Truth be told, the idea never even occurred to them.

Suffice it to say, it definitely wasn’t a good time to be an English witch or wizard…

Of course the very first thing that the government of Magical Britain did think to do was start
demanding that the ICW intervene on their behalf. They loudly and repeatedly declared that the
Reptile invasion was a global threat rather than merely a domestic problem, and then they
demanded unconditional support from every Magical government on the planet

After sending in a team of specially trained warmages to assess the situation for themselves, the
ICW begrudgingly agreed that the Reptilian invasion did indeed appear to be targeting Earth as a
whole rather than merely the British isles. In response to this assessment, the British government
immediately appealed for the ICW to dispatch their most competent agent, their most pre-eminent
and powerful problem solver…

Magical Britain demanded that Most Noble and Ancient Lord Harry James Potter/Black/Delacour
be sent back to his homeland to help defend them in their hour of need…

And that was the moment when Harry refused to help them… sort of.

Well... to be more accurate, what Harry really did was point out the fact that the Reptileman
invasion was actually a golden opportunity in disguise. He described the Reptile army as the
perfect opportunity for the denizens of the Magical world to reveal themselves to the Muggles and
come together as a united force to fight off a mutual enemy. He pointed out that this was the best
possible timing for Earth’s magical population to demonstrate the fact that they are A) human
despite all of the magic that makes them different, and B) supporting the human race as a whole
rather than merely their own best interests.

Of course, the reaction that Harry received from both the ICW and the various Magical
governments of Earth was exactly as he’d expected it would be. He was called crazy. He was
called a heretic. He was dismissed as nothing more than an anarchist. He was ignored. He was
informed that his services would no longer be required...

And just like that, Harry found himself with plenty of free time for the first time in a while...

It was only a few weeks later, after the allied Warmages of the European union, Russia, America,
Canada, Australia, and Germany spent an entire week trying to force the invaders back through
their wormholes only to be thwarted every step of the way by virtue of the enemy’s overwhelming
numbers, that they started taking Harry’s suggestion far more seriously… This new enemy was far
too powerful, far too well-organised, far too similar in power and ability to modern witches and
wizards, far too determined to destroy everything that they stood for, far too effective at taking and
keeping land...

They Reptilemen needed to be stopped, they had to be driven out, they had to be destroyed…
What’s more, the magical governments of the world needed to finally figure out a way to defend
themselves from an ever-increasing number of intradimensional threats without having to rely on
the single Merlin caliber wizard that they had among their number...

The Muggles could provide the wizarding world exactly the fighting force they were looking for…
but only if they didn’t decide that the magical community much closer to home was also an enemy.
After much arguing and debating back and forth, it was eventually decided that a Muggle-raised
witch or wizard would need to be the person to actually reveal the magical world to the Muggles,
so that he or she could appeal to them in a fashion that they could easily understand. This wizard
would need to be demonstrably powerful while appearing non-threatening, and he would need to be
both confident and assertive without coming off as intolerant and condescending.

Long story short, whoever it was that finally broke the news to the Muggles would need to possess
a level of charisma that very few people on the whole entire planet possessed.

The wizard in question would need to be Harry Potter...

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The Potter Mars Estate, 4 Am, 6 Months After The Death Of Devinier, 1 Week After The Arrival
Of The Reptilemen....

One of the problems that only a small number of very, very lucky men will ever get to experience
is the fact that even the best of beds only has so much surface area and that the human body only
has so many limbs to hold on to. As fun as an extremely busy bedroom tends to be... it's not all that
helpful when it comes to actually getting some sleep...

Harry James Potter was one of these exceedingly rare, exceptionally lucky men… He was a once in
a century talent when it came to seducing beautiful women, which is the reason why his ultra-
massive bed contained a Runic enchantment that could decrease the gravity being applied to its
surface to just one/sixtieth Earth normal.

As absurd as this particular enchantment sounded on paper, it really was completely necessary...

Most days of the week, Harry woke up to find Tonks hugging his left side, Fleur wrapped around
his right, and Gabrielle cuddled up atop his stomach... This was the bare minimum number of
women that Harry ever went to bed with... Oftentimes, he ended up sleeping with quite a few more
women curled up against every square inch of his body. Of course, sleeping with this many women
dogpiled all over him would normally be an extremely uncomfortable experience, if not for the fact
that his bed’s low gravity enchantment made them all as light as a feather. Instead, Harry had come
to enjoy the smooth slide of soft skin against his own as he slept on a cloud...

Of course, even with some extremely clever enchantments making Harry’s sleeping arrangement
enviable in the extreme, the fact of the matter was that he rarely ever managed to sleep from
sundown to sunup without being disturbed…

And tonight… or rather this morning... would be no exception...

When Harry’s eyes suddenly snapped open to take in the dark reddish-grey tones of predawn Mars,
it didn’t take him all that long to recognize what had woken him up… Someone, and he hadn’t
bothered to investigate who it was just yet, was rubbing the head of his newly hard cock against a
silky smooth set of enormously talented lips…

Harry didn’t immediately recognize the pillowy soft mouth that was currently expanding around
the flared out crown of his cock, which of course meant that it could only belong to a very specific
variety of woman... Then Harry felt a very affectionate form of consciousness slipping gently into
his own, and he knew exactly whose hands were currently milking the shaft of his dick.
Nymphadora “Tonks” Black, AKA Lady Black… Harry’s first wife... and his third Soul Bond...

Just a little over six months earlier, when Harry triumphantly returned to Mars from Devon
Devinier’s pocket dimension to introduce Tonks to his two new Veela bond-mates, his soon to be
wife’s response ended up being perfectly in character...

She wanted in!

Showcasing a quite frankly astonishing amount of faith as well as an ingrained sense of optimism
that was adorable in the extreme, Tonks immediately came to the conclusion that she was also
going to get to soul bond with Harry. In fact, she was so damned certain that Harry would figure
something out for her, she never even started to become jealous. Instead, she was legitimately
relieved that Harry and Fleur had finally found a way to iron out all of the raw emotions and
discord plaguing their relationship.

It was official… Nymphadora Black nee Tonks was pure unadulterated wifey perfection… and
Charlie Weasley deserved to go down in history as one of the dumbest men to ever walk the face of
the Earth...

As it turns out, Tonks was also correct. Harry really did figure out a way to bring his first wife’s
soul into the bond.

In the time that it took for Harry to return to Mars and reunite with Tonks, his core magic had been
hard at work studying, cataloguing and reverse engineering how Veela Soul Bonds function and
are created. Of course what this meant was that Harry already knew exactly how to bring Tonks
into the Soul Bond, he just hadn’t recognized any of that knowledge at a conscious level yet... This
outcome is actually pretty typical for Harry, which is why he didn’t even bat an eye when a tidal
wave of brand new knowledge suddenly swept over him seemingly out of nowhere… Within the
next half a day, Harry performed a very complicated feat of intensely powerful magic that
managed to incorporate Tonks into his pre-existing Soul Bond with Fleur and Gabrielle.

For obvious reasons, being attached at the soul with three other people took quite a bit of getting
used to for everyone involved. Needless to say, Fleur, Gabrielle and Tonks all ended up being
pretty damned relieved that Harry’s mind Occlusions were so powerful and versatile. His abilities
allowed the four of them to remain four distinct individuals that could embrace each other at the
spiritual level, rather than a soup of souls with various different bodies struggling to act
independently. Harry’s overwhelming mind meld with Su Li and Luna Lovegood immediately
came to mind, and as fun as that experience had been, it definitely wouldn’t have improved his golf
game.

Hell, even with Harry’s powerful Mind Occlusions functioning as a buffer between his mind and
everyone else’s, he still found their bond just a little bit distracting sometimes. For example, Tonks
had spent four of the last six months providing Harry with his firstborn child, and staying true to
her character, she grew bored with being pregnant almost immediately (Magical pregnancies
progress twice as fast as they do for Muggles, and they rarely do any lasting damage to a witch's
body). As a result of her rapidly escalating boredom, Harry’s first wife had spent quite a bit of her
pregnancy riding along in both his and Fleur’s minds while they travelled around on their various
adventures.

More recently, with Gabrielle’s first pregnancy also reaching its full dramatic conclusion, the
Veela was just as guilty of backseat adventuring as Tonks had been. The primary difference
between Gabrielle and Tonks was that Gabrielle didn’t offer up even a tenth the color-commentary.

Yes indeed… Harry Potter was very, very, very married nowadays, and he even had one and a half
children to show for it. Two-month old Ted Black slept in a nearby nursery, along with Luna’s son
Phil Li Lovegood and Su Li’s son Bruce Li Lovegood. All three babies were being watched over
very carefully by a small fleet of enormously capable house elves, allowing their tired parents to
(hypothetically) sleep through the night.

Back in the present, Harry silently cast a series of gravity

soundproof, scent-proof and anti-movement barrier spells to keep Tonks’s current actions from
waking up Fleur, Gabrielle, Daphne, Alicia, Su Li and Luna. He currently had a fully occupied
bed, and he didn’t want to wake everyone up at 4 Am in the morning just because Tonks was
feeling frisky… Both Alicia and Daphne had arrived at the estate yesterday afternoon with every
intention of getting fucked unconscious. Similarly, Su Li and Luna had drifted into his bedroom at
around 8 Pm last night in a mood to get thoroughly dicked.

Well… No matter… By the time Tonks kissed her way up the length of Harry's abs, gently
levitated Gabrielle’s sleeping form off of his chest, and then spread her piping hot pussylips around
the head of his cock, the soundproofing barrier spell that Harry just cast was forced to contain the
loud moan that she released... A few seconds later, when Tonks suddenly bounced her thick and
dramatic bubble butt down against his thighs to stuff her pussy full of his cock, the anti-movement
anti-movement barriers in place around their bodies kept the bed from rocking. Of course, if
anyone actually cracked open their eyes to look in Harry’s direction, they’d immediately seen him
reaching up to grab twin fistfulls of a Beyonce lookalike’s massive milk-chocolate tits, but other
than that, Harry and Tonks actually were being pretty discreet.

After dropping forward to drape her luscious pop idol curves along every inch of Harry’s torso,
Tonks pressed a soft and languid kiss onto his mouth before sliding down his body to hilt herself
around his cock and grind her pussylips against the base of his shaft. She was stuffed to the brim
with massive Potter dick. A bulbous, strawberry shaped cockhead was prying open her womb…
“Gods above Harry,” Tonks whimpered into the skin of her new husband’s chest before peppering
his collarbone with dozens of kisses. “I want to wait... I want to have my second baby a year from
now when Fleur has her first, but… every single Godsdamned time I take you inside of me...”

Rather than say anything at all, Harry gently combed his fingers down his first wife’s browny-
blonde hair, smoothed his hands down the length of her back to her tiny little waist, cupped both of
her large, flared out, fantastically round asscheeks, and then slowly pulled her pussy back back up
the length of his dick. Whatever timeline Tonks chose to follow regarding all of the children she
desired from him, he’d be perfectly happy to take part. On the other hand, his willingness to
participate didn’t mean he was willing to have an in depth conversation about it with the woman’s
soaking wet pussy rippling hungrily around his cock.

No… Now wasn’t the time for such things…

“Hooohhhhhyour dick is always soooo gooood,” Tonks whine/sighed as her entire body twitched
and trembled and her talented pussy resisted his withdrawal with a series of rapidfire contractions.
In the seconds that followed, the woman forgot to worry about whether or not they were currently
breeding, so that she could just focus on the gigantic dick scrubbing every nerve ending that her
pussy had to offer…

“If you’d waited until everyone else woke up, I could’ve given you the rough fucking that you
prefer from me,” Harry conveyed empathically as he nibbled on one of Tonks’s perfectly formed,
golden brown breasts.

“My preference is to have your cock in me now, as in right now, rather than any variety of later,”
Tonks countered as she massaged her dick filled pussy through the lining of her tummy. “If having
you exactly when I want you means getting bent over in a pen full of unwashed Hippogriffs, then
so be it... I won’t even hesitate…”

“Actually, I was thinking of filling all of your sweet little holes in the middle of our living room so
that our new maids can catch us in the act,” Harry elaborated, causing Tonks’s riding to grow
faster, longer and increasingly frantic, and her fat fucking tits to bounce beautifully beautifully
against his face. The mother of Harry’s first-born son really liked his most recent idea, and that
enthusiasm was reflected in the way that she started slam fucking his hips down against the bottom
of their anti-movement barrier.

Not one to take a fucking lying down, Harry immediately started thrusting his hips right back up to
meet Tonks’s rapidly pumping pussy, began channeling a powerful surge of magic directly into her
g-spot, clit, and nipples, and started slapping her wonderful double sized asscheeks back and forth
exactly the way she loved it. Then, when the woman was reduced to whimpering and moaning
between her every ragged inhale, he conjured an extra-lively variety of water charm to press into
her asshole and relentlessly massage her g-spot.

And it worked. Nymphadora ‘Tonks’ Black was rapidly being reduced to a mindless fuck-doll fit
for nothing but taking his dick…

But then that was the moment Harry was reminded just how badly he was underestimating his new
Lady Black…

With lust glazed eyes and an unabashedly perverse smile on her face, Tonks began using her
Metamorphmagery to make the lining of her soaking wet pussy ripple and squeeze around every
single millimetre of Harry’s deeply embedded cock, and then she started transforming her body
through a series of popular body types to keep his senses guessing. The light brown Beyonce
Knowles-esque body that she’d been wearing up until that moment quickly transitioned into a tall
curvy Latina, into a shortstacked Asian, into a long lithe Nordic type with ultra-pale skin, into the
ever popular black haired Fleur lookalike, and then back into a tall ebony skinned goddess with a
gigantic ass and tits big enough to drown in. Over and over again, Tonks transformed her body into
a full blown harem of different skin tones, hair colors, body shapes and sizes, and she rode Harry's
cock like a madwoman the whole entire time.

Fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap,
squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop,
plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch, fwop, plap, squelch….

As was always the case when Harry had sex with one of his soul bonded women, Harry and Tonks
ended up fighting it out to be the first to send the other into climax (Tonks, Gabrielle and Fleur
didn’t let Harry cheat with his magic anymore). As per the norm, they both ended up dripping both
precum and pussy juices from their impossibly optimized sexes, as they careened towards orgasm
at exactly the same rate.

When a long groan of pleasure was driven from Harry’s mouth, he marvelled at his wife’s uncanny
skill at milking his cock. At the same time, Tonks’s sexy, bouncing body, started shaking like a
leaf and spilling femcum all over his balls and inner thighs. They both clutched at and kissed each
other with a frenzied intensity, and by unspoken agreement, neither of them tried to hold back the
explosive climax that they could feel growing larger with every passing second.

“Love you Harry. Love you so much,” Tonks whimpered as she began suction cupping her cervix
around her husband’s massive, flared out, cockhead. “Please, please give me what I need Harry.
Please let me go to work today with a womb full to bursting with your big fat fucking load…” By
this point, Tonks’s hands were pawing desperately at every inch of Harry’s body, the massive
brown tits that she was currently adopting were bouncing hypnotically in front of his face, and her
enormously sexy plus sized bubble-butt was slapping down against his thighs with every single
downward pump of her skin-tight little pussy.

Tonks Black was officially in a rut. She was possessed by a single-minded desire to both cum her
fucking brains out and completely drain her husband’s balls, which is the reason why she didn’t
immediately notice a third person crawling into the barrier at their feet. It was only after a series of
ultra-sloppy and tongue filled kisses started scrubbing Tonks’s elastic tight pussylips that she
actually noticed the new arrival. A moment later, the set of persistently kissing lips began trailing
down between Harry’s thighs to start sucking and kissing on both of his heavy, cum-laden balls,
and the motive behind the new arrival’s actions became somewhat obvious for everyone involved.

Daphne Greengrass was awake, she was alert, and she was looking to help drain Harry’s balls.

And the gorgeous blonde Slytherin was just moments away from getting exactly what she
wanted….

With a grunt and a moan of orgasmic release, Harry and Tonks finally finished fucking their way
into an enormously powerful, body shaking climax that had one of Harry’s goose-egg sized
testicles bucking violently out of Daphne’s eagerly sucking mouth and his first cumshot expanding
Tonks’s magically versatile womb around an absolutely enormous surge of piping hot seed.

When the sensation of having Harry’s thick hyper-virile cum rapidly expanding her womb caused
Tonks’s orgasm to suddenly triple in intensity, she began keening like a boiling over tea kettle, her
body shape returned to her ultra-sexy Black family features, and her legs wrapped tightly under
Harry’s waist so that she could frantically root her pussy balls-deep around his cock. Then the
woman’s pussy was tightening up like a skin-tight sucking sleeve, to the point that Harry couldn’t
pull his cockhead out of her womb even if he wanted to.

And he didn’t. He really, really didn’t.... He really, really didn’t...

For the next thirty seconds, Harry spilled a tidal wave of seed balls deep into his cumslut wife’s
cunt, feeding her desperately hungry pussy until it couldn’t possibly take any more, and Tonks
wrapped her ultra-soft, unabashedly erotic curves around his entire body so that she could moan,
whimper and squeak directly into his neck. Only after Harry’s cum finally started squirting back
out past the plug that was his continuously cumming cock, did he withdraw his dick from within
Tonks’s pussy, and aim his cockhead towards Daphne Greengrass’s face.

But that was the moment when Daphne managed to surprise Harry, which really isn’t such an easy
thing to do.

Rather than drawing Harry’s cock into her mouth like she’d implied was her intention, Daphne
immediately draped her upper body atop of Tonks’s thick and pillowy pillowy ass and then began
forcing her newly spell-lubricated little pussy to take in Harry’s far too cumbersome cock...
Daphne was a normal witch, rather than a Veela or a Metamorph, which is why it was very unusual
for her to simply slam her tight little pussy down around his dick. Every single time Harry fucked a
normal witch, he always sent out hundreds of healing and regeneration spells both ahead of time
and after the fact in order to ease the process along...

Well, this time Harry didn’t get a chance to prepare the woman in advance, and the muscle relaxant
and regeneration spells that Daphne cast upon her own pussy weren’t going to be anywhere near as
effective...

Sure enough, in the seconds that followed, Daphne Nott nee Greengrass squeaked and she warbled
and she whimpered and she groaned as she stuffed Harry’s persistently cum spilling dick, deeper
and deeper into her completely overwhelmed little pussy. It was completely obvious that the
Greengrass family heiress was taking far, far more cock than her pussy could easily handle, but the
woman never once stopped humping and riding her desperately clenching cunt further down the
length of his shaft until the cum that he was releasing started hosing down the walls of her womb.
Then the woman started trembling from her head to her toes, spilling copious amounts of femcum
all over Harry’s balls and inner thighs, and releasing a very long, loud, and infinitely whorish moan
that seemed to fill the entire entire barrier...

After catching sight of Daphne’s glassy-eyed and feverish expression over Tonks’s right shoulder,
Harry immediately realized exactly what young Lady Nott was actually trying to achieve. The
unhinged blonde beauty that was currently milking his cock womb-deep within her puffy little
pussy, was trying her absolute best to get herself knocked the fuck up. Apparently, Daphne had run
out of patience with how Harry continued to fill her with infertile sperm, which is why she was
stealing herself a womb full of the cum that he’d cooked up for his wife.

Daphne Greengrass’s tactic was sly, it was underhanded, it was shameless…

It wasn’t going to work...

Even as Daphne shivered and shook with manic levels of excitement over the thick gluts of ultra-
potent cum that were being pumped into her deepest most fertile depths, Harry cupped his hands
around the woman’s unbelievably tight, model caliber waist, released all of the healing and regen
spells into her body that he usually did and then cast a powerful anti-conception spell directly into
her womb. Of course, Daphne would’ve felt the birth-control spell that Harry just placed upon her
eggs, but he seriously couldn’t have cared less. Nuh uh… no way... Harry valued consent far too
much to let Daphne pull a fast one like that and actually get away with it, and he didn’t want to
inadvertently take part in the pre-planned murder of her current husband…

Back when Harry made Daphne swear a magically binding oath not to do any variety of harm to
him or any of his lovers, the terms that he’d given her in return were very, very clear. If Daphne
managed to come to an agreement with her husband that permitted her to sire a Greengrass heir
with another man, then Harry would be perfectly happy to take part. Conversely, if she was willing
to divorce her husband and bear all of the ruinous social stigma involved, Harry would strengthen
the Greengrass family power base until the stigma became essentially meaningless…

All things considered, it was a pretty sweet deal and it should’ve negated all of Daphne’s biggest
concerns.

It also wasn’t working...

The one and only hangup with Harry’s exceedingly generous proposal was Daphne Greengrass
herself… The woman was an old-school, pure-blood, Noble Lord type, which of course meant that
she wanted to take absolutely everything for herself by means of deception and dark-magic. By this
point, Harry had lost count of the number of times Daphne monologged her intention to assassinate
her husband so that she could become Lord Greengrass/Nott, and then sire his children as both of
her heirs...

Of course, planning out the cold-blooded murder of your current husband should be nearly
impossible for anyone with a fully-functioning conscience, but Daphne Greengrass definitely
wasn’t one of those people. The elegant, intelligent, charming, and stunningly beautiful blonde
noblewoman, was actually a rare variety of barely-socialized psychopath, with almost all of her
more deranged ambitions revolving around siring Harry’s children… The fact of the matter was
that Daphne’s dangerous mental state was the primary reason why Harry ended up seducing the
woman into a magically binding oath in the first place… On the other hand, her undeniably dark
and twisted aspirations were also the reason why he had zero intention of actually knocking her
up...

Well… One thing was for certain this time… Daphne Greengrass was waaaaay out of line, and she
was in desperate need of a punishment.

Thankfully, the timing was juuust right for Harry to remind Daphne exactly who was in charge...

Even as she finally finished twitching and trembling in the tail end of her newest orgasm, Tonks
snuggled her face further into her husband’s shoulder and kissed his neck as she enjoyed the
direction of his thoughts. She always got a kick out of watching Harry punish his more disobedient
lovers...

POP, POP!!

All of the sudden, a pair of very loud cracking noises shattered the morning stillness, as two very
attractive witches in office-attire instantly appeared standing at the foot of Harry’s bed. The very
loud and surprising noise immediately caused everyone in the room to wake up, sit up, cover
themselves and regard the two new arrivals, even as they caught sight of Tonks and a dejected
looking Daphne pulling themselves off of Harry’s body.

“It’s actually happening,” ICW delegate Hannah Abbott announced without any preamble.

“The ICW is calling upon Most Noble and Ancient Lord Harry James Potter/Black to take
responsibility for all of the ‘radical ideas’ that he so casually bandied about,” Delegate Susan
Bones expanded, with a pair of bunny fingers in full effect.

“The ICW is trying to make diplomatic relations between the soon to be revealed Magical
community and the various Muggle governments of the world your responsibility,” Hannah
concluded with a small sigh of long suffering.

“They even want you to break the news to an amassed group of Muggle politicians and military
Officers this afternoon in a way that’ll demonstrate the Magical communities’ ongoing goodwill…
as well as our astonishing power,” Susan concluded with just a hint of wry amusement in her
expression. “The astonishing power part is the primary reason why the ICW wants Harry to be the
one making the presentation…”

“I can’t really say that I disagree with getting me involved… for once…” Harry allowed even as he
accepted a pair of perfectly executed good morning kisses from Fleur and Gabrielle and then sidled
his way down towards the foot of his bed.

“There’s one more thing though,” Hannah hedged in a newly timid little voice.

“And you’re going to absolutely hate it,” Susan immediately added.

“They want me to host this little get-together somewhere in Magical Britain where both the local
government and the ICW can keep several dozen eyes on me,” Harry guessed with a small sigh of
long suffering.

“The Weasley Burrow,” Susan revealed with a grimace already in place upon her face.

“The excuse that they’re using to have the meeting happen there is that the Weasley property is a
several Kilometers wide, largely flat, largely unused plot of magical land near London England that
can be used as a staging area for a campaign,” Hannah explained with a helpless look upon her
face.

“I’ve cucked two of the Weasley family men and have actively rejected the persistent advances of
the youngest daughter for well over half a decade,” Harry immediately retorted in a long-suffering
tone of voice. “What exactly is the British Minister of Magic trying to achieve by having me
operate in such a hostile environment?”

“I don’t think the choice of location is Minister Scrimgeour’s idea at all,” Susan replied with a
significant look upon her face. “I think this is the work of Scrimgeour’s undersecretary, the Head
of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement… She’s the government Official who deals with
matters of National Security… as well as most other matters that happen behind the scenes….”

“Hermione Weasley…” Harry slowly sighed out, very real frustration leaking into his voice…

“Hermione Weasley,” Susan immediately agreed. “For what it's worth, I don’t think the woman is
doing this under her own initiative. Doing so would require that she actually give a damn about
something other than her career...”

With a small almost nonexistent shake of his head, Harry rose to his feet, conjured himself his
usual black suit and tie combo, and then turned to regard his various women. “As important as
today’s meeting is going to be for the entire human race, I’m also fairly certain that I’m being
ambushed by the Weasley family. Alicia, feel free to hang out here or make a trip to the hotel on
Europa. Daphne, Susan, Hannah, I’ll expect you three at the Burrow with me keeping the local
riffraff at a distance while I’m focusing my attention on other things. Gabrielle, you’re more than
welcome to come and watch the show, but I want you to take it easy for the sake of the baby...
Tonks, Fleur… Whether or not you two come to the Burrow today is entirely up to you.”

By the time Alicia, Daphne, Susan, Hannah and Gabrielle finished nodding their understanding,
Tonks looked highly amused because she couldn’t wait for her neglectful ex-husband to see her
hanging happily off of Harry Potter’s arm.

Fleur, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the look of discomfort that was growing across her face,
because for the most part, she didn’t actually hate her ex-husband… Bill Weasley had never been
neglectful or cruel to her while they were married… In fact, the man had been the exact opposite.
For the entire length of time that Fleur had been married to Bill Weasley, the man had always been
extremely… attentive… obedient… servile… submissive…

Unfortunately for William Arthur Weasley... Veela … all Veela... are attracted to men… real,
virile, powerful, sexually dominant, men…

And as it turns out… Fleur Delacour was no exception…

Of course, in the time since Fleur used her political influence to make her marriage with Bill cease
to exist, the man had done absolutely everything in his power to bring her to justice. Paradoxically,
this reaction wasn’t the primary reason why Fleur wanted to avoid the man. The fact that Bill was
trying (and failing) to overturn the dissolution of their marriage so that she’d be forced to actually
divorce him and suffer all of the usual consequences was completely understandable. Equally
justifiable was the fact that Bill was trying (and failing) to accuse Harry Potter of line theft. What
wasn’t understandable were all of the long, schmaltzy love letters that Bill continued to send in her
direction the whole entire time, disregarding the fact that she was A) married to another man now,
and B) irrevocably soul bound to her new husband.
Even if you forgot about how Fleur had become Harry’s soul bonded mate, she couldn't even
fathom why the eldest Weasley was so damned determined to win her back. She’d cheated on the
man (like, a lot), before leaving him to elope with another man... In the very traditional marriage
that the two of them had shared, none of those actions would’ve been considered the least bit
forgivable... Nevertheless, Bill wasn't giving up on their marriage, he wasn’t backing off, and the
odds were pretty damned good that he was the reason why today's meeting was being held at the
Burrow.

What exactly Bill Weasley had in mind for Fleur and her new husband during the time that they
spent within his family’s property, she had no idea… What she did know was that being within a
few square Kilometers of her newly unstable ex-husband was going to be uncomfortable.

What a mess…

Well… Such is life… Fleur Delacour was soul bonded to the love of her life now, and that fact
made absolutely everything else worth it… Even as she sat there at the edge of Harry’s bed, she
could feel her husband deep, deep inside of her, offering up a constant stream of both love and
absolute acceptance. In the face of such a beautiful joining of minds, hearts and souls, even the
very real guilt that Fleur still felt over betraying her first husband’s trust… Well… Such a feeling
was completely inconsequential in comparison.

Without a word, Harry curled a hand behind Fleur’s lower back, so that he could draw her body
close, kiss her softly on the temple, and then reeeaallyy let her have it in the bond. He loved Fleur.
She knew that much. She could feel his love for her like a warm embrace soul-deep inside of her
being. Nevertheless, having Harry, Gabrielle and Tonks all using the bond to swamp her with
positive emotions all at the same time, was more than enough to finally cheer her up, and soon
enough, she was squirming happily in Harry’s arms.

__________________________________________________________________________________________

2 Hours Later, Magical Britain, Ottery St Catchpole, The Burrow…

In the end, the Burrow wasn’t going to be all that bad a location to gather all of the Muggle VIPs
after all, but only because a massive amount of magic went towards Transfiguring the Burrow
itself into a mansion for the next several weeks, and prettying up the landscape all around the
property...

Another matter that came as some surprise was that an enormous white tent had been erected in the
same location where Fleur and Bill got married...

“Non. Not just ze same location,” Fleur sighed out along with a small, rueful shake of her head.
“Eet’s ze exact same tent…”

“So it’s nothing but a shameless guilt trip then,” Harry concluded with a low-toned growl of
frustration. “Please don’t stray too far from Tonks or your sister this afternoon. I know you can
handle yourself just fine, but the guilt that you’re feeling right now might open you up to taking
some abuse. I refuse to allow that. If that’s what’s going to happen here today, then I’d rather we
all just leave right this second...”

“Zis meeting will change ze entire world for ze better, and I want to take part,” Fleur immediately
countered in an impassioned tone of voice. “Truly, we ‘ave far, far more eemportant zings to focus
on right now zan ze spiteful antics of my ex-’usband’s family.”
Even as Fleur said those words, she was heating up the bond in a pretty big way because she was
getting a massive kick out of Harry being over-protective of her...

“Fine, but don’t allow yourself to be mistreated today, because I’ll be keeping an eye out and I’m
nowhere near as tolerant as you,” Harry breathed out as they moved up to the massive pure white
tent. Then they were walking up under the over-large canopy and finding themselves just twenty
feet away from the exact group of people that they were looking to avoid...

Molly Weasley, Charlie Weasley, William Weasley, Percy Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Ginevra
Weasley and Head of Magical Law Enforcement Hermione Weasley were standing in a semicircle
about five meters away from entrance to the tent, where they promptly began staring daggers
towards Harry and his entire entourage. Five meters beyond the Weasley family, the Minister of
Magical Britain Rufus Scrimgeour was speaking quietly with a thirty plus strong gathering of high
ranking magical leaders from all over the world...

Needless to say, today’s little event was going to be a full house when it came to the Magical
world’s mega-elite. For example, standing within just a few meters of Rufus Scrimeour, Harry
could see the Magical Presidents of America and Russia, as well as the Magical Chancellor of
Germany and the Magical Prime Ministers of Australia and Canada. He could also recognize over
fifty other Magical World leaders standing around in the background and they all had one thing in
common.

They all looked extremely serious, nervous, or even afraid…

Harry could actually understand the anxiety that was pouring off of all of these government
officials, because the Muggles, if handled poorly, represented a very real threat to the Magical
Community as a whole. But wasn’t that the reason why these politicians were having him, Harry
James Potter, perform this little meet and greet in the first place? He already had quite the little
presentation in mind, and he was actually looking forward to getting it done.

As if in open defiance of Harry’s more hopeful expectations, Minister of Magic Scrimgeour’s

undersecretary, Head of Magical Law Enforcement Hermione Weasley chose that exact moment to
begin marching briskly in Harry’s direction, at which point he saw a thick stack of papers in her
hands, and he realized exactly what nature of presentation Magical Britain truly desired from him...

Highly scripted. Tightly controlled. Professional. Cool. Stern to the very edge of civility.

No showmanship at all…. Not a chance.

“This is your script Mr. Potter,” Hermione suddenly announced in an exceedingly clipped and cool
tone of voice as she foisted a stack of papers towards Harry’s chest.

After stopping both the documents and Hermione’s outward thrusting hands in the air with a
nonverbal telekinesis spell, Harry stepped back with the papers floating in the air just below his
chest, flipped through all of the pages at an extremely rapid rate and then vaporized them all with a
small outpouring of his magic.

“You... will... follow... the... script..” Hermione all but growled out as she quickly pulled out
another bundle of pages from within the recesses of her purse. “A shameless reprobate such as
yourself can’t be trusted to say what needs to be said without making a mockery of the entire
Magical Community.”

“I’ve already memorized every single word written on that little script of yours,” Harry calmly
replied along with a few finger-taps to his temple. “You’re no longer the only person in class
making use of a well-Occluded and well-organized mind…”

For just the briefest moment in time, Hermione had the decency to look well and truly embarrassed,
as they both knew that there was a reason why she’d had the best memory retention of any of the
students back at Hogwarts, and yet she’d never shared the secret to her success with any of her
friends... Then the moment suddenly came to an end, Hermione's mouth flattened out into a thin
little line, and she posed herself to look as physically imposing as she possibly could... “Follow the
script, Mr. Potter, or I’ll make sure that your family line will be banished from Magical Britain
forever…”

For about two or three seconds in a row, Harry merely stood there staring at Hermione’s
completely serious and no-nonsense expression... He didn’t immediately have a response. Such
was the level of surprise that Harry was feeling in that moment... Did Hermione Weasley truly
believe that he was that stupid? Did she think that he was completely ignorant of the rights afforded
him as a Noble Lord? Did Hermione Weasley really truly believe that this unbelievably idiotic and
transparent little gambit of hers was actually going to amount to something?...

“Look… Mrs. Weasley… I strongly suggest that you don’t make threats you can’t possibly carry
out,” Harry slowly cautioned with noticeable levels of incredulity leaking into his every word.
“Above and beyond the fact that I’m a Martian dignitary which affords me diplomatic immunity,
I’m also the Lord of two Noble and Most Ancient houses, and I own more than fifteen percent of
the businesses lining Diagon Alley... I’m not someone that an elected official such as yourself can
so easily dispose of. Then again... Perhaps I’ll just allow you to banish me... and then watch
Magical Britain fend for itself…”

“You’ve become even more arrogant and conceited than Draco Malfoy,” Hermione immediately
accused, condescension oozing out of her every word.

“And you’ve become even more self-righteous, dogmatic and oppressive than Umbridge,” Harry
instantly countered. “Makes sense really... You’ve inherited the woman’s position…”

“I’m doing a lot of good,” Hermione growled out, clearly furious about the comparison that Harry
was making.

“Half-blood wizard rights, equality for mixed magical species, and proper treatment of those
people cursed with Lycanthropy used to be among your biggest concerns, and yet all of these
issues remain completely unaddressed,” Harry pointed out.

I don’t have the political pull or authority to make any of those changes yet,” Hermione
immediately defended.

“And yet here you stand, acting like you have all of the authority required to permanently banish
not just one, but two Ancient and Most Noble houses from the country,” Harry concluded with a
thoughtful nod of his head. “Congratulations Mrs. Weasley. You’ve become absolutely everything
that I’ve learned to expect from Magical Britain’s leadership...”

“At least I’m not world-famous for being a selfish, egotistical, home-wrecking, manwhore.”
Hermione finally exploded, her voice filling the entire area before being swallowed by the
billowing tent material.

“Ah, well... you’ve got me there I suppose.. I’m most definitely all of those things,” Harry admitted
with a small, cavalier shrug of his shoulders. “But hey, at the very least... I never sacrificed both
my happiness and my ideals for the sake of my ambitions…”
“You... are such... an asshole,” Hermione bit out in little more than a whisper.

“Yes… We’ve already established that much.” With a few quick nods of his head, Harry abruptly
decided that enough was enough, so he turned around and started walking back towards his
entourage.

“Are you at least going to get results,” Hermione suddenly blurted out towards Harry’s back.

“If it wasn’t a well established fact that I pull off miracles, I wouldn’t even have been invited here
in the first place,” Harry called back without ever turning back around. “Watch and learn Mrs.
Weasley…”

__________________________________________________________________________________________

When the time finally came for the various Muggle world leaders of Earth to be summoned to the
Burrow, it was going to happen via a series of sneaky portkeys that had been implanted on their
bodies by some of the ICW’s more subtle agents. Getting these leaders to show up to Harry’s
presentation wasn’t going to be an issue. The problem was going to arise immediately after they all
arrived…

There really an efficient way of keeping tabs on exactly what all of the targeted political figures
were up to, which is why Harry was going to have to do something about how a good number of
them would be asleep, drunk, naked, in the bathroom or maybe even having sex when the portkeys
affixed to their bodies activated. Harry was going to need to act quickly because more than a few of
the nine-hundred plus VIPs being summoned were going to be arriving in various states of undress,
or in a wide assortment of compromising situations.

For that reason, Harry was prepared to use a grand amount of magic within a very short period of
time…

“Counting down from twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen...,” Hermione started calling out from
behind a massive tapestry depicting the planet Earth that was erected like a wall at Harry’s back.

All of the Magical leaders that were present today would be watching Harry work from beyond this
decorative partition, as the material on the other side of the tapestry was spelled to be invisible…
What this meant was that Harry was performing for an audience composed of Presidents, Prime
Ministers, Kings, Queens and Tribal Leaders, and that was before any of the Muggle politicians
even arrived at the venue. The meeting that was going to happen over the next few hours would
end up dictating the entire relationship between the Magical and the Mundane communities of the
world…

The pressure was immense… Failure was not an option...

Bring it on…

“Three, two one, now,” Hermione yelled out, even as the air in front of Harry started waving and
warping and then nearly a thousand Muggle politicians and military men, several dictators, and a
few dozen religious leaders, popped into place and began falling to the floor.

With a vast outpouring of magic, Harry caught all of the falling Muggle leaders in a widespread
levitation spell, cast a spell to obscure everyone’s view of the people around them, hit everyone
with a spell designed to decrease their rising fear and anxiety, hit everyone with a compulsion spell
that would keep them from trying to talk or move around, hit them with a universal translation
spell, cleaned those people that were covered in sweat, dirt or other, clothed those people that were
naked, purified those people that were high, drunk or hungover, banished all of the contents of
everyone’s bladders and rectums so that no one would need to use the restroom, and then seated
everyone in ten ascending rows full of very comfortable chairs.

Only when all of the visiting world leaders were made as comfortable as possible given the
circumstances, did Harry take his place upon a wooden stage in front of them all with an
exceedingly friendly and easygoing smile upon his face. For several seconds in a row, Harry did
nothing at all. He just stood there staring up at everyone... Then the very silent moment that he’d
created came to a very sudden end. With a series of unnecessarily artistic hand movements, Harry
began releasing an astonishingly thick and powerful outpouring of elemental magic to fly around
the massive tent near the ceiling like a shimmering kaleidoscope made up of pure supernatural
power. Massive waves of fire chased deluges of water to pour out billowing clouds of steam while
shimmering diamond dust was whipped around in a roiling series of strong but well behaved gusts
of wind. The entire ceiling became a swirling conflagration of primal energy that the Muggle
leaders could feel thrumming through every cell of their bodies…

Harry’s demonstration of magical power was so big, so bright, so overwhelming, so impossible to

doubt, deny or explain away, that almost all of the world leaders sitting in the rows were trembling
even under the effects of a powerful calming spell.

Finally, with his primary message delivered (don’t fuck with me), and his audience primed to listen
very carefully to every word he said, Harry allowed the magic flowing around the room to ebb
away until the white canvas material of the ceiling was once again visible above everyone’s heads.

“Hello world leaders, and welcome… to the Magical World…,” Harry slowly announced with
intense waves of magical power lending weight and intensity to his voice. “My name is Harry
James Potter… and I... am a wizard. I’m a very real, very powerful, magic channelling, potion
brewing, item conjuring, physics defying, wizard… and I’m not alone... I’m only one of the
hundreds of thousands of witches and wizards that’ve been living among the rest of society since
before the dawn of recorded history.”

At the end of his introduction, Harry suddenly allowed the Prime Minister of England the ability to
speak his mind, but only because he already knew exactly what question the man was intending to
ask.

“Are you the… force… the magic... that completely erased all of the worst diseases from
existence,” Prime minister Tony Blair asked, his voice businesslike because of the calming magic.

“Yes,” Harry replied without even a second’s hesitation. “When I was given the opportunity, I
channeled a very, very powerful form of supernatural power to erase several dozen different
varieties of viral and bacterial infection from the planet.”

“Why?” At this point, Tony Blair was unable to speak again and it was United States President
George W. Bush who asked the question…

“For most of human history, witches and wizards have kept themselves hidden from their non-
magical brethren because we’ve faced persecution whenever we failed to do so,” Harry began to
explain in a carefully nonjudgmental tone of voice. “History is rife with examples where people
with supernatural powers were hunted down and killed simply for possessing them... Well… Times
have changed… Modern technology, modern communication methods, modern beliefs regarding
tolerance and acceptance… These changes, these improvements, have led to an environment where
we of the magical community believe that we can finally reveal ourselves and begin contributing to
the betterment of the world… With that goal in mind, I took a risk, a leap of faith if you will... I
erased those diseases from the face of the planet… I did so because my brethren and I wish to
convey our goodwill...”

“And your goodwill nearly caused riots in the streets,” German Chancellor Gerhard Schroder
pointed out after Harry gave him the ability to speak. “How do we know that this magical
community of yours isn’t aiming to take over the world using your arcane powers?”

“The magical community lives among you and we always, always, have,” Harry explained with a
shrug. “We’re your neighbours and coworkers, we’re that bloke down at the pub, we’re the elderly
woman that feeds ducks at the park, we’re humans who live on Earth just like all of you. Most
witches and wizards have a social security number, a favorite sports team, a favorite tv show, and
they take part in non-magical society just like anyone else. However… The primary reason why
the magical community doesn’t abuse its magic in a bid for personal power is because we have our
own magical governments working parallel with yours, a set of laws that we must abide by, and
quite a few different Police Services enforcing these laws.”

“Why are you revealing all of this to us now,” the Prime Minister of Canada Paul Martin asked
with a look of mixed suspicion and excitement on his face. “It sounds to me like your community
has never had a problem blending in until now… What’s changed?”

“A recent trend that’s been happening on Earth is the appearance and creation of wormholes,
dimensional gates and portals that lead to other planes of existence,” Harry listed off in a business
casual voice. “These intra-dimensional portals are allowing the Magical Community to branch
outwards geographically speaking, and it's all quite useful… On the other hand… We… the human
race… we aren't alone in the multiverse… There are violent predator species out there on other
planes of existence that are both animal and mineral, bipedal and otherwise, instinctual and sapient,
corporeal and transient, alien and unknowable… Unlike the wizards of Earth, these alien species
haven’t developed the ability to pick and choose what variety of dimension they cross over to…
What they do instead, is move in great numbers to wherever they’re heading and make sure that
they’re ready for a fight when they get there...”

“So you want us, the so-called non-magical community, to begin fighting the monsters that you
all-powerful witches and wizards can’t handle by yourselves,” President of Russia Vladimir Putin
called out with a sly and incredulous tone to his voice. “The people of my country are not tools to
be used at your disposal…”

“The magical community does not expect the non-magical community to take over the defense of
planet Earth alone, no,” Harry corrected with a calm but assertive shake of his head. “What we
want to do instead, is work together.”

With a moment of extreme concentration and a wave of his hand, Harry suddenly force Apparated
two Reptilemen from among the invading army and floated them in the air to his right. The Reptile
on the right was a soldier type wearing his magic resistant armor and holding a stave. The Reptile
on the left was what amounted to a wizard, with his wand floating in the air just beyond his reach.
Even as all of the VIPs in the stands gasped in surprise at the appearance of the Reptilemen, the
alien warriors struggled to move, attempted to get away, and then howled in a tone that hurt the
ears before they were magically silenced...

“These two creatures are among the leading edge of an alien invasion that is currently occupying
London England,” Harry explained with a meaningful look in Tony Blair’s direction. “Yes sir
Prime Minister sir. There is indeed a reason why every man, woman and child that lives in London
is currently “on vacation” all around the world. We… the magical community, evacuated you all
so that we could attempt to push back these invaders.”

Along with his words, Harry suddenly superimposed an extremely complex scrying illusion all
around the amassed VIPs that slowly panned through several blocks of downtown London. Over
the next four to five minutes, Harry had all of the amassed politicians view the current state of the
Reptileman army as it marched out of its massive wormhole and flooded into the city...

“Unlike us humans, the magical and non-magical castes of the Reptilemen army have no qualms
about uniting together to form a cohesive team,” Harry continued with a gesture at the two aliens
floating in the air. This Reptile on the left here is like me, he’s a wizard or whatever alien
equivalent there is…. The soldier on the right is like you. He’s a non-magical combatant, but he’s
carrying magical weapons and wearing magical armor that protects him from most of our offensive
spells.”

“Most offensive spells,” President of China Hu Jintao called out while gesturing at the two
reptilemen. “It doesn’t appear that you have any trouble at all using magic on these creatures.”

“Like I said, I’m a particularly powerful wizard,” Harry immediately replied with a shrug. “And to
answer your question, yes, I could probably hurt this invading army pretty badly all by myself, but
answer me this… Do you really want to leave the fate of the entire planet to little old me, a man
you know absolutely nothing about, or do you want the tools and the support required to protect
yourselves? Do you really want to pass up this chance to become the masters of your own destiny,
along with all of the benefits that access to magic can provide for you…”

At the mention of benefits, all of the world leaders suddenly became very, very attentive. Their
next question was obvious. It didn’t even have to be asked.

“If possible, I’d like you all to begin imagining the following possibilities with me,” Harry began
as he walked across the stage, flicked the struggling wizard Reptileman on the forehead, and then
banished it and its counterpart right out of existence. “Imagine a world where the Earth as we know
it becomes a port, a hub world, a nexus… Imagine a world where this planet is the gateway to
hundreds of thousands of city sized earth-like dimensions overlapping our own, claimed in the
name of various countries and used for a wide variety of different purposes… Imagine an all but
infinite amount of newfound geography and natural resources making the modern fight for power,
resources and real-estate completely unnecessary. Imagine a world where every single country has
access to an endless series of pocket-dimensions containing every single climate and ecology
imaginable, where they can grow every crop known to man, build machines, invent and develop as
a society. Imagine a world where magic is assisting you with the fundamental problems that plague
modern society. Pollution.. gone, famine.. gone, disease.. gone, cancer.. curable, clean energy
production.. available, faster than light space travel to both near and impossibly far off locations..
conceivable… Truly, the possibilities are endless...

For the next hour and a half, Harry Potter shamelessly read his audience’s minds in order to root
out all of the VIPs’ biggest objections, while Obliviating away any militant pride, religious
intolerance, hatred, deceitful intentions and conflict of interests that they were feeling (the price of
oil and many other natural resources was about to plummet worldwide and all world leaders invest
in crude). When that was done, Harry spent the following hour drumming up a sense of excitement
over the abundance of possibilities that were being presented.

By the time Harry was finished with his three hour long presentation, not one of the political
figures sitting in front of him had a single problem with sending several companies of soldiers to
take part in the obliteration of the Reptilemen.

It was done… He did it…

While it couldn’t be denied that Harry was guilty of casting enough illegal Obliviation and
Compulsion spells to warrant a five hundred year prison sentence, he didn’t feel the least bit guilty
over any of it... Greed, ambition, fear, hatred, jealousy, spite and cruelty… These emotions could
not be allowed to get in the way of humanities’ last, best hope.

Thankfully, none of the highly ranked witches or wizards that spent the last three hours watching
Harry work had the slightest clue what magic he’d just performed. For the entire length of his
presentation, Harry had maintained a magic obscuring spell over himself and his surroundings
because he’d sensed Hermione trying to monitor his magic via an ongoing diagnostic spell.
Presumably, the woman was trying to catch him in the act of using illegal magic in order to amass
some variety of leverage over him...

What... a... bitch...

Briefly, Harry thought about getting some form of petty revenge on the very officious British
official… Then he remembered that Hermione Granger actually married Ronald Bileous Weasley,
and he realized that he couldn’t possibly make her life any worse… It would be like piling shit on
top of shit at that point, thus, it wasn’t even worth the effort…

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Chapter 15 - The BANANA Ending Part Two

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After the conclusion of the meeting where the leaders of the magical and non-magical
communities introduced themselves and hashed out the terms of a history-changing military and
economic alliance, the mood at the newly revamped Burrow was flying pretty high. Military
strategies were being discussed, companies of soldiers were being dispatched from all over the
world, and the hordes of alien Reptilemen that were currently invading London England were
scheduled to be completely slaughtered by an army of Magically protected Muggle forces.

Bingo, bongo, Harry’s presentation to all of the Muggle Political Leaders had been a resounding
success.

And now it was time for the festivities...

The newly Transfigured Weasley ‘mansion’ contained a rather impressive (albeit impermanent)
ballroom, and this ballroom was scheduled to be put to the test later that night when the amassed
VIPs of both the magical and the non-magical world gathered together to hold an absolutely
enormous celebration. All 195 Presidents, Prime Ministers, Chancellors, and leader types and all of
the VIP witches and wizards that were present during the time of the meeting, were presented with
plus-one invitation-portkeys that would allow them to return for a dinner/ball that was scheduled to
happen within the Weasley family’s “mansion.”

Of course, Lord Harry Potter/Black/Delacour was expected to attend this celebration, as he was the
man that actually facilitated the newfound alliance and he was the face of the wizarding world as a
whole in the eyes of the non-magical community.

And that much was fine...

All things considered, in a very rare turn of events, Harry was quite happy to take part in this
particular celebration. He was excited about the theme of peaceful coexistence that this ball was
promoting between the different Muggle leaders and the magical community as a whole... Then
there was the fact that Fleur, Gabrielle, Tonks, Hannah, Susan and Daphne were all invited to
attend the Ball as well, and they all had a blast spending the entire afternoon shopping for a series
of exceedingly expensive dresses...

Fleur Potter nee Delacour was currently wearing a shimmering sapphire blue dress that perfectly
matched her eyes and made her ultra-long platinum blonde braid almost glow as it cascaded down
the length of her back. The dress was low cut and form fitting enough to reveal the top third of her
mouth watering breasts while displaying the rest of her astonishingly sexy body to absolutely
devastating effect. Harry’s Lady potter was so damned beautiful, it was almost cruel to subject the
woman on the poor, hapless Muggles that were going to be standing around in the Burrow’s
ballroom.

Harry was amused, but that was mostly because he’d already prevented the worst possible outcome
from occurring. Earlier in the day, he’d gifted Fleur an elaborately designed solid platinum
necklace, set with a trillion cut sapphire pendant that artfully concealed a series of allure
dampening runes (muggles are completely helpless to resist even passive amounts of allure).

While Gabrielle Delacour was currently experiencing the full dramatic climax of her pregnancy, so
far as pregnant women went, she was all baby and nothing else. Her face, neck, arms, legs and feet
didn’t have even an ounce of extra fat, even as her belly was quite full under her slightly bollowy,
pale purple colored dress. While the younger Delacour sister was indeed wearing a much looser
dress than her elder sister, the neckline of the dress was equally low cut in order to display the
milky expanse of her ultra-abundant, body type defying breasts. Then there was the fact that she
was currently adopting her Proto Veela form, with her pure white hair floating gently in the air
down the length of her back, the pointed tips of her elven-esque ears adorned with a pair of
extremely elaborate ear-cuffs, and her lavender eyes softly glowing with an ethereal inner radiance.
One thing was perfectly obvious. Gabrielle Delacour did not intend to play second fiddle to her
older sister…

This time Harry was very amused… Due to the absurd lengths that Gabrielle was going to in order
to rival her elder sister’s sex appeal, It was actually pretty likely that several men were going to
leave the Weasley family ballroom with a brand new pregnancy kink…

Needless to say, immediately after Fleur received her sapphire pendant, Gabrielle also received an
equally well-designed trillion cut amethyst pendant (complete with extremely powerful allure
dampening runes).

Nymphadora Black nee Tonks... Tonks Black if you’re smart... was adopting her classically
beautiful, Black family features tonight, as well as all of the outrageous curves that the Black
family women are famous for. The woman was sex on legs in her tiny little black dress that
revealed most of her upper back, the lower half of her thighs, and a spectacular view of her
cleavage. If Tonks had wanted to, she could’ve adopted every bit of the physical perfection that
Fleur and Gabrielle always espoused, but tonight she had other plans. Tonks wanted Charlie to see
her wearing her baseline appearance and then make all of the right connections. She wanted him to
see her, she wanted him to recognize who she really was, and then she wanted him to “suddenly”
remember how she and Harry had fucked like rabbits directly in front of him
… Truth be told, she’d been waiting for just this opportunity for quite a while.

For reasons that should be completely obvious to absolutely everyone, immediately after Harry
gifted both Fleur and Gabrielle their sapphire and amethyst necklaces, he also gifted Tonks a
similar pendant containing a trillion cut ruby. He also promised the newly ecstatic woman that
when the timing was right, her ex-husband would begin remembering the events that happened in a
certain European nightclub…

Needless to say, by the time Daphne, Susan and Hannah returned to the Mars Potter estate to finish
preparing for the ball, Harry was riding high in his wives’ estimation and was being fussed over
both physically and within the soulbond. A state of affairs that ended very abruptly, as Harry’s
attention was forcefully drawn towards the three new arrivals. Apparently, Fleur, Gabrielle and
Tonks had helped pick out the dresses that his assistants were wearing, were extremely pleased
with the results, and were demanding that he give the girls all of the compliments that they
deserve.

It really wasn’t that hard of a mission...

Daphne Nott nee Greengrass was dazzling in a shimmering white dress that was just as tight as
Fleur’s in order to show off every single inch of the model caliber curves adorning her enormously
fit and well taken care of body. The woman’s bright blonde hair was only loosely bound together
near her lower back so that it could sway in a manner that made her look both gentle and inherently
innocent…

For the second time in less than half an hour, Harry found himself highly amused… Daphne
Greengrass currently looked as pure and virginal as an angel… The woman was anything but…

Susan Bones’s vibrant red and wavy hair always served to make her stand out in any situation, but
it also made picking out dresses a bit of an art. The dress that the incredibly buxom ICW delegate
chose to wear tonight was a dark maroon color with its straps draped off both of her shoulders in
order to maximize the amount of cleavage that she could classily reveal… It worked… By the
Gods did it work… Susan’s excessively curvaceous, thicc-fit body type was specifically designed
to make cocks hard, and the slit designed into the right side of her skirts highlighted her appeal to
the max by revealing a tantalizing amount of ultra-creamy upper thigh.

Hannah Abbott’s dress was a sheer, almost insubstantial navy blue material that went really well
with her light blonde hair and pale creamy white skin. Unfortunately for Hannah, in the end, the
color and material of her dress wasn’t what caught Harry’s eye… What stood out the most was the
fact that Hannah’s dress was far, far tighter around her hips, ass and thighs than any other dress
that Harry had seen so far that day. Genius… Hannah Abbott was a genius… This next part
couldn’t be stressed enough… Hannah Abbott was a Goddess in the eyes of all the ass enthusiasts
of the world, what with her teeny tiny little waist flaring out into a fantastically sexy bubble butt.
While it had to be said that Hannah really did have a gorgeous pair of breasts and a sexy as all hell
little stomach, none of that changed the fact that her ass made men trip over their own feet.

“Beautiful… You’re all incredibly beautiful, and I’m a very lucky man,” Harry announced when
all of the women present finished primping and posed themselves in a line for his perusal. Only
then, as a complete afterthought, did he finally decide to do something about how he was still
wearing an unbuttoned white shirt over a pair of navy blue boxer shorts… With a snap of his
fingers, he was suddenly wearing a tighter than usual version of his normal black suit and tie
combo, with crisp lines, an impeccable cut, a perfectly arranged tie and an attractive pair of black
leather shoes. As an added bonus, he also managed to magically restrain his hair into something
almost resembling a popular style...

Harry looked good. He could see that much in the eyes of the women lined up in front of him and
he could feel his wives’ appreciation in the bond. They were ready. It was time to make an
entrance. It was time to go down in history...

After having everyone make a large ring of linked arms and hands, Harry began channeling an
absolutely enormous amount of magical power in order to perform an exceedingly gentle form of
Apparition. Soon enough, without any sound or physical sensation to denote the transition from
one space to another, Harry, his wives, and his three beautiful assistants had arrived at the venue.
Then they were all walking sedately up the well-decorated footpath towards the Weasley mansion
and the ball.

After entering the Weasley mansion’s front Entrance into a massive receiving parlor, Harry saw a
wide set of doors through which the ballroom could be seen. Even from a distance, Harry could see
that the ballroom was a little bit larger than Hogwarts’s Great Hall, was extremely opulent in
appearance, and was filled to capacity with a remarkable amount of the Earth’s mega-elite. Then
Harry and his women were standing just outside of said double doors, and a conservatively dressed
servant/butler type was approaching them with an impressively huge scroll in his hands.

After Harry and his entourage lined up in front of the Butler with their invitations in their hands,
the rather short but capable looking man began unrolling the ultra-long scroll in order to check
their names off of a list. Of course, the Butler immediately recognized Harry, just as he did most of
his female companions, but since the very professional man desired to do his job exactly the way
that it was explained to him, Harry had no intention of getting in the way.

“Thank you for your patience my Lord, my Ladies,” the Butler enthused with a small bow and a
few very well executed backward steps into the threshold of the ballroom. Then the man was
turning towards the ballroom itself, and he was announcing their arrival in a very clear and well
modulated baritone. “Lord and Lady Potter, Lord and Lady Black, Lord and Lady Delacour, Lady
Nott, Lady Abbott and Lady Bones…”

For several seconds in a row, all of the people milling around within the ballroom came to a
complete standstill, and Harry used that time to gauge what type of reception they were about to
receive... What he found, for the most part, was exactly as he’d anticipated. Despite Harry’s well
known and controversial reputation, the lion’s share of the men and women filling the ballroom
were more than a little eager to both see and be seen with him and his women.

On the other hand, there were definitely quite a few people that were unhappy about Harry’s
arrival, most notable of whom were the newly instated Wizards Council of Magical France. That
particular group of influential witches and wizards knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Harry
had somehow hand delivered them their brand new political positions by driving every single one
of their predecessors into a nearly vegetative state of paranoia based insanity... Just as frightening
as the fate worse than death that befell their old superiors, was the fact that no known magical
spell, charm or Rune matrix was able to divine how the man’s attack was carried out. Then there
was the fact that none of the Security magic or guards that were layered all around the victims’
homes encountered any signs of intrusion at any point during the last six months...

In the end, one of the only things that Magical France’s brand new Wizards Council knew for sure,
was that very, very bad things happened to those people that tried to fuck with Harry Potter…

“Eet ees very clear zat zey get ze point, and ‘ave no eentention of opposing you,” Fleur murmured,
after stepping up to Harry’s side and gently wrapping a hand around his waist.

Harry only nodded. He had no intention of messing with France’s brand new Wizards Council, but
that was mostly because he didn’t want his wives to feel unwelcome in the country of their birth.

Over the following hour, Harry and his women made their rounds all around the ballroom,
exchanging introductions with various Muggle VIPs, greeting witches and wizards from all around
the world, and generally making nice with the people that approached them. The ballroom had a
very wide dance floor, a non-magical orchestra playing a mixture of classical and postmodern
dance music, an extremely well laid out entree table, several banks of tables to rest at, and enough
illusion magic floating around the room to make the scenery fantastically magical. Bioluminescent
cherry blossom trees dropped soft pink petals to disappear on the floor, orbs of soft light floated
through the air, pale clouds of cool but dry air drifted lazily across the room, and both daytime and
nighttime skies seemed to slowly fight for dominance overhead.

Harry and his women broke away whenever possible to share a dance and break up the monotony
of it all, but for the lion’s share of the evening Harry found himself speaking to an endless lineup of
different Muggle politicians.

“Ees eet common practice to ‘ave multiple wives een ze magical world,” the President of France
Jacques Chirac eventually asked Harry, when the man’s curiosity simply couldn’t be contained. “I
see many ozzer married couples moving about ‘ere tonight, but I don’t see any ozzer men wiz quite
so many beautiful young women ‘anging on zeir arms...” Along with his words, Jacques swept a
hand towards Fleur, Tonks, Gabrielle and the girls, as they bopped around and accepted
champagne flutes from one of several different waiters.

“Harry Potter is the very last man on Earth that you should use as a representation of the magical
community,” Charlie Weasley suddenly barked out in a voice containing so much anger it was
more like a growl, and his eyes locked like laser beams beyond Harry towards his ex-wife... It was
clear to see in Charlie’s newly pale, sweaty and increasingly murderous facial expression that he
was beginning to remember snippets of the night that he was cucked in front of nearly a hundred
people, and his emotions were beginning to run riot as a result...

After turning around in response to a string of (completely understandable) angry words, Harry and
Jacque saw Charlie Weasley, along with Hermione, Ginevra and Ronald, approaching them from
the direction of the banquet tables. In response to this newly delicate situation, Harry merely
sighed, gestured for Jacque to be patient with him, and then began providing an explanation... “In
Magical Britain, I’m the Lord of two very ancient Noble families, which necessitates that I marry
two women to be the matriarchs of these families. For a completely unrelated reason, I’ve also
married into a noble family based in Magical France known as the Delacours, and will eventually
become the next Lord Delacour. For reasons that are intensely magical in nature, all of my actions
are entirely supported by both local customs and long-held traditions.”

“Long story short, Harry’s an irredeemable manwhore who uses his noble lineage to seduce
ambitious women and justify his debauchery,” Hermione concluded, even as she rested a hand on
Charlie’s shoulder to keep the man under control.

“Lady Fleur Potter, Lady Tonks Black, Lady Gabrielle Delacour and I, share a fully formed and
enormously powerful soul-bond,” Harry countered in a cool but meaningful tone of voice. “Soul
bonds are widely recognized as being the deepest, most devoted and enduring form of love known
to man, and they make the kind of exploitation that you’re describing functionally impossible. You
know this, Hermione. You are nothing if not well-informed… In fact… it appears to me, you’re
currently going waaay out of your way specifically to pester me…”

Almost immediately after he finished saying those words, Harry suddenly felt a sharp variety of
wrongness exploding into place deep within his chest, as a widening stream of revulsion followed
by a veritable wave of unmitigated panic slammed into him from Fleur’s end of the bond. All of
the sudden, Bill Weasley was standing directly in front of Fleur, and in a turn of events that she
couldn’t even fathom, she was truly, passionately, undeniably in love with the man!

“You’re free now baby… Welcome home,” Bill cooed into Fleur’s ear, after moving to within half
a foot of her and running a hand gently down the side of her cheek.

Even as she violently flinched away from Bill’s touch as if the skin of his hand had burned her,
Fleur’s soul started screaming over the alien and uninvited flood of emotions that were growing
stronger within her body with every single second that passed. As the distortion of emotions grew
larger and more violent, she began to feel a wrenching wrongness forming deep within her mind,
causing her to stumble in place and then keel over to the side. It was only Tonks’s outstretched
arms that stopped Fleur’s head from slamming into the smooth tiles of the floor.

With a lightning fast wave of his hands, Harry instantly Totalus Petrified Hermione, Charlie and
Ronald in place with their feet affixed to the floor like statues. In the next instant, he silently
Apparated right next to Fleur, where he immediately petrified Bill in a similar fashion. With all of
the Weasley’s frozen in place and stuck staring at his quickly moving body, Harry dropped his
hand down onto Fleur’s chest where it started glowing a vibrant neon green.

For several seconds in a row, nothing happened at all, and everyone within viewing range just
stared at Harry’s brightly glowing hand. Then, seemingly all at once, as if time was moving in
reverse, two slim streams of liquid, one a pale milky white, the other a cloying reddish pink,
flowed up out of Fleur’s mouth and settled into a pair of test tubes that Harry conjured into his
hands.

By this point, Harry could see that Bill Weasley’s face was turning white with shock and fear. The
man appeared to recognize exactly what variety of liquids Harry just finished extracting from
within Fleur’s bloodstream... On the other hand, when Harry looked over at Hermione, he saw that
the auburn haired woman was both surprised and concerned over the state of Fleur’s body, and a
suspicion started growing within his mind… A suspicion that he confirmed after a very quick scan
of the fussy politician’s mind…

One thing was for certain… It was time to tear shit up…

Between one instant and the next, an absolutely immense amount of magic suddenly exploded out
of Harry’s body, enveloping Hermione, Ronald, Charlie, Ginevra, Bill, Fleur, Gabrielle, Tonks,
Hannah, Daphne and Susan. By the time Fleur finished realizing that her mind wasn’t tearing itself
apart anymore, their entire group was completely concealed within a five-by-five meter wide
sphere of incredibly dense and powerful sound-muffling, magic-concealing, aversion and
remember-me-not spells, all contained within an honest to Gods Fidelius barrier with Gabrielle
acting as the secret keeper.

Needless to say, Prime Minister Chirac immediately started wandering towards the nearby buffet
tables, having completely forgotten all about Harry’s presence…

With a nonchalance that belayed just how powerful his most recent use of magic was, Harry Potter
finished isolating the Weasley family and his women within their own private little domain at the
edge of the ballroom’s dancefloor… None of the other revelers moving about the ballroom noticed
any of Harry’s group anymore or the fact that he was levitating the Weasley family’s petrified
bodies so that they were lined up in a semi-circle in front of him. Finally, after removing all of the
weasleys’ wands from within their various concealed holsters, Harry released Hermione’s upper
body from the Petrifying spell so that she could act as her family’s representative.

In the newly created moment of silence that he’d created, Harry slowly and dramatically, levitated
the pair of vials in front of his body and then gestured at the two of them with his hands. Then he
held his right hand up in the air, and an aura of bright green magic began radiating out of his palm.
“I, Harry James Potter, Black, Delacour, swear on my magic, to tell the truth, and only the truth,
during the explanation that I’m about to make. So mote it be.” At the tail end of Harry’s words, a
powerful pulse of magic erupted from within his body and radiated outwards in every direction.

In the wake of Harry’s magical oath, the Weasley family just stared at the man like he had two
heads...

“It appears the Weasley family doesn’t believe that we’re truly soul bound,” Harry announced, this
time to Fleur, Gabrielle and Tonks... “Instead, they believe that I’ve used love and loyalty potions
to warp your emotions… In a twisted fashion, their point of view actually makes sense... They are
perfectly willing to use love potions, so why shouldn’t I be willing to do the same…”
“Zat white potion ees a Purgario potion zen,” Fleur guessed out loud. “Eets a purification potion
designed to expel mind altering magic and potions from ze body.” In the wake of her words, Fleur
suddenly cast a look of long-suffering in Hermione’s direction.

“I slipped the purification potions into the very first round of drinks that you ladies received when
you arrived,” Hermione easily admitted, much calmer now that Fleur was recovering. “Soul bonds
happen once or twice a century, not three times in a day, and Harry’s a completely shameless
scumbag. I’m convinced he’s love potioning all three of you and maintaining an empathic link
between your minds with his magic. I suspect he’s doing all of this merely to punish the Weasley
family. He’s never forgiven them for love potioning him back at Hogwarts.”

“You were trying to distract me just now so that Bill could approach Fleur,” Harry mused. “You
thought Fleur would return to loving her real husband again now that she was free from my so-
called ‘interference’.”

Hermione only nodded this time.

While drawing in a very deep breath, Harry tried his level best to keep in mind that Hermione’s
actions, as appallingly rude, disrespectful and insulting as they were, weren’t the least bit
dangerous... The very worst thing that those purification potions could’ve ever done to the girls
was completely negate their alcohol buzz… With that much in mind, Harry decided to focus all of
his attention on the pink and red potion that was floating next to the white...

“What do you think this second liquid is Hermione,” Harry suddenly asked as he picked up the
pinky-red vial and held it in front of the woman’s eyes.

“I don’t… no… it couldn’t be…” Hermione breathed out, as a cog in her brain suddenly turned and
she recognized exactly what she was looking at. “Any love potions inside of Fleur’s bloodstream
should’ve ceased to exist immediately after she drank my purification potion…”

“This here... is a particularly strong variety of Amortentia with a single strand of Bill Weasley’s
hair floating in it,” Harry explained as he pulled the pale brown hair out of the vial and held it up in
the air. “It appears, Bill wasn’t willing to risk Fleur actually being in love with me, so he
concocted himself an insurance plan… This plan might actually have looked convincing, at least to
someone as blindly trusting and gullible as you, Hermione… but there was a snag in Bill’s little
plan… The soul bond between Fleur, Tonks, Gabrielle and myself, is real…”

At Harry’s words Hermione loudly gasped and then began biting her lip in increasing amounts of
upset. Harry was currently oathbound to tell only the truth on pain of death, and yet he was still
saying that the soul bond was real... Of course this meant that Hermione and the rest of the
Weasley’s were the perpetrators of an unwarranted attack, and they were completely at Harry
Potter’s mercy…

“Immediately after Fleur drank the Amortentia that Bill Weasley slipped into her drink, she felt a
flood of both love and devotion for him overwhelming her psyche,”Harry continued in a deadly
serious voice. “Unfortunately for Bill, these new and foreign feelings clashed violently with the
very real, soul-deep devotion that she holds for me, and the results weren’t the least bit pretty...
Bill Weasley... almost drove my wife... insane.”

In the moments that followed Harry’s magical oath legitimized words (including the fact that
Hermione was blindly trusting and gullible), everyone who still had the ability to move their
bodies… didn’t.

“I have finished my explanation now so the terms of my magical oath are completed,” Harry
breathed out along with yet another sharp pulse of magic. Even as he finished saying those words,
he also finished fussing over Fleur in the bond, having assured himself that she was indeed
bouncing back to normal. Then he was turning his attention back towards Hermione and arching
his eyebrows at the woman.

“The reason you used that oath and explained everything to me is because you want me to arrest
my own step-brother,” Hermione guessed out loud.

“Not quite,” Harry immediately replied.

“Then what?” By this point Hermione looked half mad because she couldn’t predict the
mechanisms that drove this new, more assertive Harry Potter.

“Bill Weasley is in a pretty bad place mentally speaking,” Harry concluded after staring at the
petrified man for several seconds in a row. “Even now, after listening to my oathbound words, he’s
still forcing himself to believe that I’m holding Fleur captive and she’s desperately trying to return
to his side. He tightly clings to this belief because it helps him justify the various ills that he has
planned for me. At the exact same time, Bill hates Fleur now, which is the real reason why he’s
capable of dosing her with something as cruel as Amortentia...

“Saint Mungo’s secure Mind Healing ward then...” By this point, Hermione was visibly surprised,
because Harry’s current plan would be the far softer, gentler way of resolving the situation. “You
know… I really did think you’d be thrilled to throw Bill in Azkaban?”

“The thought did cross my mind, yes,” Harry easily admitted. “I’m definitely not a champion of
Justice anymore, and Bill’s become a danger to my wife. Unfortunately for me, Fleur still tries her
level best to be both moral and ethical whenever possible, she succeeds far more often than she
fails, and she thinks we’re at least partially to blame for Bill’s current mental state.”

“I also zink Bill ees ‘aving an unusually violent reaction to not experiencing my allure anymore,”
Fleur added from off in the background. “‘Ee appears to want to dominate me…”

“So if I promise to have Bill detained at Saint Mungo’s until he’s straightened out by a team of
Mind Healers, the two of you will let tonight’s debacle quietly come to an end,” Hermione
surmised.

“Not quite,” Harry replied for the second time in less than five minutes.

“What am I missing this time,” Hermione groaned.

“Just five minutes ago, you and Charlie loudly and publicly insulted my character in front of scores
of people including several world leaders,” Harry pointed out in a very clipped and impatient tone
of voice. “Even worse than that, you degenerates poured potions into my wives’ drinks… Then,
finally, there’s the fact that Bill here, even now, believes that he has some sort of claim or authority
over my wife...” By the time Harry finished speaking, his eyes were firmly fixed upon Bill, and the
man was straining against the Petrificus Totalus spell with everything that he had...

In a seemingly random change in direction, Harry suddenly floated Ginevra’s petrified body over to
his side with a tiny little wave of his hand, released the spell that was keeping the woman from
speaking, and then turned her body around so that she was facing her family... “Before I leave here
tonight, I intend to ensure that the Weasley family never has the opportunity to harass or endanger
me or mine ever again... With that goal in mind, I plan on offering Ginevra here a very rare
service…”
“You’ll take me as one of your women,” Ginevra immediately asked in a scarily hopeful tone of
voice.

“No… Of course not… You mind raped me for well over a year. You disgust me,” Harry replied
with zero hesitation.

In the shocked silence that followed Harry’s completely brutal rejection, he started releasing a
visualizing spell that would light up and display all of the Runes placed upon Ginevra Weasley’s
body....

“Hermione… Bill… Both of you are very familiar with Runes,” Harry prompted with a wave at
Ginevra's Rune covered body. “What are we looking at right now?”

“A sex slave,” Hermione squeaked out after she studied the Runes and realized the consequences
that they’d have on Ginny’s life. Always horny, always seeking sex, designed to please, unable to
conceive children… Ginny… What in Merlin’s name have you done to yourself?”

“I’m… I’m a Hollyhead Harpy,” Ginevra finally announced in a raw but defiant tone of voice. “I’m
an international superstar.”

“You’re a world class whore,” Harry corrected with a knowing nod of his head. “Truly, I’m not
judging you, at least not about this... I can’t… Angelina, Alicia and Katie are among my favorite
people in the whole entire world… They’re also the reason why I’ve devised a way to safely
remove these Runes…”

All of the sudden, every eye within the barrier was locked upon Harry and waiting for him to
finish.

“The Weasley family and I are all about to exchange magical oaths,” Harry announced. “I will
swear to safely remove Ginevra Weasley’s sex and anti-conception Runes within six months of her
final day as a Hollyhead Harpy, on the condition that the Weasley family cooperates with their
removal. In return, the Weasley family will swear oaths that’ll make endangering me and my
family completely impossible. I consider this exchange repayment for the fact that I’ve cucked the
Weasley men, because I’d find it far easier to just honor-duel the whole lot of you right out of
existence…”

“Oh… Oh Gods… Merlin… please… please remove the Runes, Harry,” Ginevra spluttered before
turning to face her brothers. “Please make the oaths. I’ll never be able to lead a normal life as I am
right now!”

With a wave of his hand, Harry granted the entire Weasley family the ability to speak again, only
to force his soundproof barrier to contain a series of very loud yells from three very, very angry
men…

A very red faced Ronald Weasley immediately called out that Harry was a muppet, a git, a tosser, a
wanker, a prat, and told him to bugger himself all the way to hell, before screaming out various
other equally immature insults...

Typical…

Charlie called Harry an arrogant, narcissistic, opportunistic, trumped up and insignificant little
home-wrecker that desperately needed to be shown his place, as well as what a real man could do
with a woman.

Once again… Typical.

Bill immediately screamed towards the ceiling that he was never going to make the oath that Harry
wanted, while claiming that he was definitely going to take back his wife and destroy Harry in the
process!

By the time Bill Weasley finished screaming his defiance, Ginevra, Ronald, Hermione, and even
Charlie were all staring at the man in alarm.

“You’re going to completely forsake me then, Bill,” Ginevra choked out in a devastated tone of
voice.

“You knew the consequences of your actions when you first took on those Runes Ginny, you
revolting little slut, and now you’re trying to keep me away from my wife! No! No way! I won’t do
it,” Bill ranted with a wild look of anger and scorn growing across his face.

“Uhh Bill…” Hermione softly hedged as if she was trying to calm a spooked horse. “Fleur left you
for another man. She doesn’t want you anymore. Pursuing her isn’t worth sacrificing your sister’s
future.”

“Get fucked you bone dry hag,” Bill immediately snapped back in Hermione’s direction. “You
don’t know the first thing about romance. You and Ron have been nothing but roommates since
before you turned twenty-one years old! Fleur’s mine! She’s mine, and I’m gonna take her back!
I’m going to take back my wife and then I’m going to teach her what it means to be truly obedient
before I put a baby in her wo….!”

With yet another wave of his hand, Harry sealed Bill’s mouth to bring his repellent little rant to an
end, and then he returned his attention towards the rest of the Weasley family. “Both Fleur and I
expected Bill to react that way just now, but I offered him the chance to cooperate willingly
nonetheless…. No matter… It appears I’ll have to show Bill the… reality… of his current
situation...”

“What are you going to do,” Hermione asked in a newly distraught little voice.

After conjuring a few scrolls which outlined the oath that he expected the Weasley family to
make,” Harry merely gave them all an exceedingly meaningful look.

Wordlessly, Hermione, Ron, Charlie and Ginevra grabbed a hold of the scrolls after they floated
across the room in their direction. Soon enough, they were all reading the oaths that they were
expected to make and were learning just how big of a nuisance Harry Potter actually considered
them…

The first section of the oath demanded that the Weasley family never intentionally, stalk, sue,
wrongly arrest, frame, slander or libel Harry Potter Black Delacour, his wives, his lovers or any of
his children. The second part outlined that they’d never intentionally cause any of the above
mentioned people any harm through deed, word or omission, including the use of mundane
weaponry, magical spells, magical beasts, magical artifacts, deities, demons, Rune traps, poisons,
venoms, potions, and contract killers. The third part barred any of the Weasley from seeking to
spend time with Harry Potter, with the sole exception being Hermione Weasley (owing to the fact
that she might actually have a legitimate reason to need to see him). Finally, the oath had a section
barring the Weasley family from using mind-magic such as obliviation or compulsion spells to
purposefully make their own actions unintentional.

Long story short, it was a very, very thorough oath that would make interfering in Harry’s life all
but impossible...
After reading the oath several different times in a row, during which time she fully realized the
ruinous consequences that it would have on her future with Harry, Ginevra Weasley snarled low in
her chest, balled the scroll up within her white-knuckled fists and then threw the bunched up paper
towards the dancefloor. “Enough of this nonsense Harry,” she suddenly screamed out into the
stoney silence filling the barrier... “Isn’t it about time that you finally stop bullying me?! Isn’t it
time for you to give up on this immature little charade and take me as your woman?!”

“Immature little charade...,” Harry repeated in a quiet but ultra-intense growl of a voice as he
stepped right up in front of Ginevra and stared the woman in the eyes. “Your betrayal back at
Hogwarts stole what was left of my innocence during a time that I should’ve spent healing, and yet
you persistently stalk me to this day because you still don’t see yourself as anything but the victim
in that situation… I, will, not, have, you, Ginevra Weasley... Not under any circumstances... Ever…
One way or another, you will make that oath…”

“No!… No, I won’t,” Ginny immediately countered with a half wild and manic expression twisting
her usual pretty features. “I will never make that oath! You’re mine Harry! You’re mine, you’ve
always been mine, and I’m gonna get you back if it’s the last thing that I...… do...”

Slowly but surely, Ginevra’s outburst ground to a halt, as she looked aside at her continuously
struggling, mentally unstable eldest brother, and recognized the fact that she’d been yelling the
exact same words that he’d just finished screaming…

And in the single moment of startled silence that followed, Fleur stepped up in front of Harry for
the first time since they all entered the room, and then speared the members of the Weasley family
with her eyes…

“Bill and Ginevra Weasley… You’re both wrong,” Fleur slowly announced in a very calm and
quiet tone of voice. “I’m not your belonging and neizer ees ‘Arry… What’s more, we never, ever
will be…” Along with her words, Fleur turned away from the Weasley family, Conjured a king
sized bed into the space in the middle of the barrier, and then turned back with a devious smile
growing clear across her angelically beautiful face. “Now… I zink eet’s about time zat me and my
friends demonstrate exactly why ‘Arry ‘aas no need to use Amortentia…” Along with her words,
Fleur slowly drew the Runic Allure dampening pendant from around her neck, and then placed it
on a nearby table.

“Oui, yes. I zink eet ees,” Gabrielle agreed with a sly little smile of her own and the removal of an
even more powerful allure dampening pendant.

Within no time at all, the air in the barrier that they were occupying was vibrating with a thick
outpouring of water-thick allure, injecting the atmosphere all around them with powerful arousal, a
primal sense of need and a burning variety of territorial possessiveness that was driving everyone
within the barrier into a hot, wet and messy variety of heat…

Of course this newly released allure forced Harry to thicken the barrier spell that he’d created
around their group to nearly four times its original thickness in order to keep the ballroom from
devolving into a supermassive orgy...

Even as her husband made sure that her aura wouldn’t affect the rest of the ballroom’s occupants,
Gabrielle walked up to the Weasley family and scanned them all with her eyes. “You may touch
yourself eef you must, but only within ze confines of your clozing. You will stand where I tell you
to stand and you will remain completely silent.” At this point, Gabrielle was harnessing the same
allure-based compulsion magic that she’d used to force Harry to comply with her demands earlier
in the year. Of course, what that meant was that none of the Weasley family stood a snowball’s
chance in hell of resisting her commands.
There was one exception however…

After leaning in until her lips were only an inch or two away from Hermione’s ear, Gabrielle
decided to offer the exceedingly rude and judgmental government official something a little more
insidious than simple, straightforward obedience. Instead, she offered the woman temptation…

“Unlike ze rest of your family, who really do need to remain right where zey are, I don’t eentend to
control your movements wiz my allure,” Gabrielle whispered in a voice as smooth as silk. “As long
as you don’t seek to obstruct our leetle… demonstration… zen you’re free to merely walk out of
‘Arry’s Fidelius barrier, and forget all about our current seetuation. On ze ozzer ‘and… eef you
desire… you can stay and you can watch every seengle second of ze sexing zat Arry Potter ees
about to give all of ‘is women… You can take eet all een and learn what real, ‘ot, ‘ard, physical,
fucking looks like when eet’s carried out by ze best… I saw eet zis afternoon after all… I saw you
watch my ‘usband unite ze entire world using ‘is godlike charisma and powerful magnetism, and I
saw ze eentense desire zat you strain so, so very ‘ard to conceal… You want ‘im. You’ve always
wanted ‘im... Zis longing ees ze real reason why you're being so unforgivably rude to my mate...
Well never fear… I swear on my magic I won’t reveal ze fact zat you aren’t under my control to ze
rest of your family… So mote eet be… Your family never needs to find out zat you secretly lust
for ‘Arry James Potter…”

Then Gabrielle was pulling away from Hermione’s newly bright red face, and she was using a
snippet of her husband’s magic to remove the Petrifying spell from the Weasley family’s bodies…
Sure enough, not one of them moved to make use of their newly returned mobility. They all just
stood obediently in place like scarecrows in a field…

Including Bill…

Including Hermione...

With a nod at her sister in acknowledgement of a job well done, Fleur moved in front of her ex-
husband again in order to pick up exactly where she’d left off… “What you don’t seem to
understand, Bill... ees zat my new ‘usband ‘aas managed to make two very stubborn and territorial
Veela… share… My seester and I share ‘im not only wiz each ozzer, but wiz several ozzer women
as well. Zis ees a feat of submission zat no amount of Amortentia could ever achieve for eet ees a
matter of respect razzer zan love…”

“‘Arry Potter ees ze Alpha zat ze Delacour family ‘as long been waiting for,” Gabrielle agreed as
she drew Harry to sit at the edge of the bed, knelt directly behind his back, flattened her big
beautiful breasts against his shoulders, gently kissed his neck, and then wrapped her arms around
his waist to begin fussing at his pants.

“My new husband… the father of my firstborn son, is a powerful, magnetic, and beautiful man,”
Tonks suddenly interjected as she sat down on the edge of the bed on Harry’s right hand side...
Then her face split into a million megawatt smile as she turned to look Charlie directly in the eyes
and place a hand down atop the dramatic bulge filling the left thigh of Harry’s pant leg. “He also
has a big, fat, cunt-stretching, bitch-breaker of a cock, and unlike some people that I know… he
actually knows how to use it!!” Immediately after Tonks finished calling out those words, Tonks
returned her full attention towards Harry’s body so that she could begin unbuttoning his suit and
the tight white shirt that lay underneath.

“Just ten minutes ago, Lady Abbott and I heard you claim that Lord Potter’s only popular because
of his noble lineage,” Susan suddenly called out in Hermione’s direction. “Not only was that an
inexcusably rude thing for you to say, but you’re also very, very wrong…”
“Lady Bones and I are currently trying our absolute hardest to convince Lord Potter to grace our
Most Ancient and Noble families with his children,” Hannah admitted, with her eyes trained in
Harry’s direction. “The two of us have zero interest in Harry’s wealth or family name… Instead,
we want his body… We want his babies…”

“We’re ‘Arry’s lovers, we’re ‘is wives, ‘is consorts, we’re ‘is women of our own free will,” Fleur
concluded with a significant wave back in Harry’s direction. “We’re also very, very well taken care
of both een and out of ze bedroom…”

With the verbal portion of her message delivered, Fleur suddenly rounded back towards the bed in
order to drop to her knees in between Susan and Hannah’s crouched forms. At exactly the same
time, Tonks began kissing and nibbling on Harry’s newly exposed chest, Susan began dragging
Harry’s pants off by the legs, Hannah began groping at every single inch of his tightly packed
abdominal muscles, and Gabrielle demanded that the Weasley family move closer to achieve a
better vantage point...

It was a better view that wasn’t really all that necessary…

Even from a distance, the Weasley family could see that Harry James Potter was sexy to an extent
that made A list movie stars look drab, with a long, lean and preternaturally athletic body that
noticeably radiated a powerful type of innate animal magnetism… Likewise, it was also
completely obvious to every single person within the barrier that Harry was about to be worked
over by most of his female entourage, and that none of them were being manipulated in the
slightest…

Off in a much less populated area of Harry’s barrier, Daphne Greengrass was watching the
situation develop with an increasingly distressed expression growing across her face. The fact of
the matter was that none of the Weasley’s had made any variety of magical oath yet, which meant
that it wasn’t safe for her to join Harry and his women upon the bed… If she were to take part in
the debauchery that she could see growing hotter by the second, she’d immediately be revealing
herself as an adulteress to a hostile wizarding family, and all of her plans would lay in ruins!

And that was the moment when Daphne finally caught sight of the knowing look that Harry was
sending her way, and she realized exactly what he was doing to her...

She was being punished…

Earlier that morning, Daphne had attempted to trick Harry into impregnating her… and now he was
going to make her watch him sex up all of his wives along with the Hufflesluts as if she was
nothing more than a pathetic little
voyeur…

Needless to say, Daphne Greengrass was completely horrified by her current situation… As it turns
out, she was just as captive as the members of the Weasley family, and all without any magic ever
being cast upon her… a situation that got worse just a moment later, when Harry`s white dress shirt
was pulled off to reveal the godlike body within...

Completely unconcerned with Daphne’s current suffering, Gabrielle cooed lovingly as she slid her
dainty little hands down into Harry’s fly, and wrapped them around his shaft in order to fish it out
of his pants. Just the act of touching her mate’s forearm thick dick made her breathing grow hot
and husky, as it was this large and majestic cock that put the growing baby boy in her gravid and
swollen womb. Without even thinking about it, Gabrielle began peppering her husband’s newly
exposed neck and shoulders with dozens of tiny little kisses, and she started pouring her heart out
soul-deep in their bond. Then she wasn’t the least bit surprised when Harry’s face was cupped
within both of Tonks’s hands so that she could also start showering their man with attention…

“Sharing is caring,” Tonks whispered down into her sister-wife’s ear, after pulling away from
Harry’s face and then kissing the proto Veela on the cheek. Then she was gently drawing Gabrielle
aside so that the two of them could push Harry flat on his back with his thighs hanging wide open
off the edge of the bed, and they began licking their way up and down his upper body with fussy
sweeps of their flattened out tongues. They tasted their man, they kissed him, they nibbled and
sucked on patches of his hot delicious skin. They moaned their arousal directly into his body, and
then they kissed each other purely for his enjoyment… Soon enough, they were enjoying each
other’s mouths for entirely different reasons, and they were preening over how Harry was
massaging their scalps with gentle but possessive hands…

After seeing that both Tonks and Gabrielle were being distracted away from their primary
objective, first by Harry's muscles and then by each other’s mouths, Fleur turned her attention
towards his fly so that she could finish drawing out his massive, innately superior dick. After
pulling the thick meaty shaft out from within Harry’s tightly straining pants, Fleur wrapped her
hands around his base, waved the heavy mass of twitching cockflesh up in the air, and then kissed
the underside of his bulbous, flared out crown… Of course, Fleur wasn’t the least bit surprised
when both Ginevra and Hermione suddenly gasped out in surprise and then groaned out their
impossible to conceal arousal…

Such an outcome was completely obvious after all… Above and beyond the allure that was
swamping the entire barrier, Fleur’s mate was beyond compare. Her husband’s sex appeal was far,
far more than a pair of completely ordinary witches could ever hope to resist…

After easing up onto his elbows in order to look down the length of his body, Harry groaned in a
perfect cocktail of pleasure, arousal and immense self-satisfaction. Fleur currently had his rock-
hard cock pointed up at the ballroom’s enchanted ceiling, so that her expertly pumping hands could
milk pearly white beads of precum directly onto her tongue. Susan and Hannah were flanking Fleur
on either side so that they could drape their dress-covered tits atop his thighs, kiss at his shaft and
massage his tennis-ball sized balls within their fussy little hands. Atop the bed, Tonks was sucking
a dark purple hickey where his chest meets his shoulder, and Gabrielle was doing the same upon
the vee muscles that led down towards his pelvis...

Long story short, Harry’s body was currently being fussed over to an extent that would have a
normal wizard cumming in less than sixty seconds, and that was without factoring in the allure that
was slamming into his body like a high power laser…

Not for the first time, Harry thanked the Gods that he definitely wasn’t a normal wizard, because
his women were only just getting started, had zero intention of showing him any mercy, and he was
enjoying every… single… second of it…

“Your cock ees always soooo damned delicious, mon amour,” Fleur crooned, after somehow
managing to lick Harry’s balls with his cock lodged deep within her miraculous little throat, and
then withdrawing from his shaft with a wet and suctiony pop. Then she was staring her mate
directly in the eyes as she gently drew Hannah’s pouty little lips down against the tip of his dick,
and the pale blonde noblewoman was eagerly stretching her airway around the first four inches of
his cock.

For the next twenty something seconds, Harry’s dick completely filled heiress Abbott’s hot, slick
and quickly bobbing throat, as she glucked and slurped his sex to the best of her ability, stared
dreamily up into his eyes, and pawed at his thighs with feverish little sweeps of her hands. Then the
woman was finally forced to pull her mouth off his shaft in order to draw in a very deep breath and
his cock was immediately stolen away.

The culprit of the theft, Susan Bones, the endlessly lusty redhead, was extremely impatient to have
Harry’s cum sloshing around within her belly. She made this hunger completely obvious when her
hollowed out mouth created a skintight sucking seal around every square inch of his flared out
cockhead, and she released a whorish little moan over the scent, flavor and texture of his meat. By
the time heiress Bones popped her obscenely dick shaped cheeks back off of Harry’s cockhead so
that she could milk some of his precum onto the bowl-shaped top of her tongue, there was
absolutely no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was completely addicted to the taste of his sex...

But then Harry’s cock was being pulled away from Susan’s hungry, O’d out little mouth, and she
was watching it go with a pitiful expression on her face…

Finally, now that the timing was juuuust right for her to make a super-dramatic entrance, Tonks
Black sprawled out cat-like across the bed so that she could take her turn upon her man’s big, fat,
unnaturally perfect cock... With no hesitation at all and just the tiniest look of apology for Susan,
Tonks lifted Harry’s cockhead right off of the redhead’s precum covered tongue, pointed his dick
straight up into the air, and then started squelching her deceptively tiny little mouth down his
whole entire length in one long, loud, flawlessly slutty swallow. While releasing a series of wet,
gurgling, chirps and excited little gurgles, Tonks wriggled her ultra-magical throat around every
last inch of Harry’s shaft, until her nose was buried firmly within his soft velvety ballsack and her
thick sexy ass was swaying happily up in the air...

Even as Harry groaned and curled his right hand into the meat of his first wife’s upraised ass,
Tonks slowly milked her tightly sealed lips back up the length of his deeply buried dick, Fleur took
it back into the heavenly confines of her throat, Hannah moved close in order to take her turn,
Susan lined up to the right of Tonks, and the four of them started passing his rock hard sex back
and forth like a baton in a relay race. Within just a matter of seconds, the women developed a
completely flawless pump pump pass system that had Harry’s eyes drifting into the back of his
head, his breath leaking out in a moan, and his cock throbbing dramatically in their possessively
sucking mouths.

One of the more convenient aspects of taking part in a Soul Bond, was the fact that Harry could
continue watching every single second of the wet and sloppy head that Fleur, Tonks, Susan and
Hannah were giving him even after Gabrielle straddled his face so that he could start licking her
preternaturally delicious little pussy. The Proto Veela sitting on his face leaned as far over his
abdominal muscles as her baby filled belly would allow, and then she watched the girls suck his
cock from a very, very good vantage point…

Long story short, Harry didn’t miss a single instant of how Fleur’s lips dragged like a sleeve up the
fat length of his shaft every single time she pulled away from his dick. He didn’t miss how Tonks
kissed, licked and sucked on his balls. He didn’t miss how Susan and Hannah kissed each other
around every inch of his cock, enjoying each other’s mouths even as they spoiled his dick
completely rotten. He didn’t miss how all of his women fingerfucked themselves the whole entire
time, as merely the act of sucking him off drove them all into a frenzy of barely controlled need…

Harry saw it all… Including the fact that a tortured looking Daphne was slowly moving closer to
their bed, her trembling hands pawing desperately at her dripping wet sex through a newly
translucent section of her virginal white dress… He also saw that every single member of the
Weasley family either had their hands down their pants or cupped up under their dress-skirts so that
they could try to find some relief...

Including a wild and feral looking Bill…

Including a red flushed and messy looking Hermione…

Harry saw it all and he smiled even as he licked his youngest wife to the very peak of orgasm…

“So good, you’re so damned good, mon amour,” Gabrielle moaned towards the ceiling as her
husband’s enormously magical tongue flickered and bucked against every single nerve ending that
her overwhelmed little pussy had to offer, and his magic coursed throughout her nervous system
like lightning bolts of pure, incandescent pleasure... In no time at all, the man had driven her
unbelievably pregnant body to a white hot, body shaking orgasm, and she whimpered like a small
animal even as she continued to press her pussy down against his mouth. It was only after Gabrielle
finished coming down from the most powerful orgasm that ‘Arry could safely give her (enormous
dicks and baby filled wombs don’t cohabitate well together), that she suddenly realized she
currently had a job to do... There was a terrible form of justice that simply had to be delivered, and
she was the only one currently capable of carrying it out…

After briefly casting a glance towards the Weasley family and then looking back down at Harry’s
well-attended cock, Gabrielle suddenly started giggling in a loud bout of extremely cruel
amusement. “Just look at what used to be yours, Charlie. Just look at ‘ow sexy and eenately sexual
your ex-wife Tonks truly ees. Look at ze woman zat you neglected and eegnored for ze entire
duration of your so-called marriage, and zen come to understand ze true magnitude of your own
stupidity. Tonks Black… Lady Black… can keep up wiz boz my seester and I een terms of sexual
prowess, and I am not admitting to zat fact out of kindness. You seriously fucked up Charlie
Weasley… and tonight’s spectacle ees exactly ze reckoning zat you deserve… Feel free to tell me
‘ow wrong I am, but only eef you can do so while being completely honest wiz yourself…”

Charlie Weasley’s hands never left the tent in his pants, even as he flinched in response to
Gabrielle’s enormously cutting words. He never moved and he never stopped touching himself. He
also never managed to say even a single word in his own defense, even though he’d been given
permission to do so. Gabrielle’s allure based compulsion demanded that he speak only the truth,
with the end result being that he was incapable of disputing anything she’d said. No… Charlie
Weasley merely stood there, eyes shaking, mouth twitching, and neck muscles bulging, as an
integral part of his identity, his best and brightest status symbol, his trophy wife, his very own
Metamorphmagus, used every single one of her highly vaunted transformative abilities to
enthusiastically deepthroat another man’s forearm thick dick.

And by the Gods was Tonks Black going at it with a will… Immediately after Gabrielle started
casting judgment upon Charlie Weasley, the sexy young Bellatrix lookalike completely
disregarded the pump pump pass rule that they’d all been following in order to relentlessly fuck her
face down around Harry’s cock in a rapid blur of fantastically sloppy movements. Her mouth
glucked and glurked wetly over every single inch of Harry’s dramatically throbbing dick as she
smooched the base of his shaft over and over again, and her elegant, swan-like neck visibly rippled
and squeezed around a massive cock shaped lump for everyone to see.

Of course, when Fleur caught on through the bond that Harry was rapidly being driven to his first
of many orgasms, she decided that she’d help send her husband over the edge with a little bit of
showmanship. After raising her hand up into the air, Fleur began channeling a tiny fraction of her
husband’s magic for the extra oomph that she required, and then she focused on her desired
results… Soon enough, all of the dresses that Harry’s women were wearing began shrinking down
into teeny tiny little caricatures of their former selves, until they were all skin tight, short enough to
reveal their dripping wet pussies, and low cut to the point that their breasts were pouring out.

By the time Fleur was finished getting creative with everyone’s outfits, the insubstantial bands of
fabric that they were wearing looked more like underbust style corsets than they did anything else,
causing the five of them to look like an ultra-expensive burlesque troupe straight out of Vegas.
Then Fleur was pulling Hannah, Susan and a newly arriving Gabrielle close so that they could cup
their breasts in their hands, pose themselves as sexily as possible, and make the most of their man’s
impending orgasm.

They weren’t going to have to wait very long…

Tonks wanted Harry to cum for her. She wanted it bad, and she was begging him in the bond to
stop holding back. With Tonks’s various desires in mind, and her unnaturally soft mouth ripping
wetly up and down his cock at absurdly high speeds, Harry suddenly found himself only seconds
away from blowing what he already knew was going to be an incredibly massive load of cum.

He also knew exactly what was expected of him...

Rising up into a seated position at the edge of the bed, Harry rested a hand on Tonks’s quickly
bobbing head, even as he took in the completely surreal sexual fantasy currently kneeling at his
feet. “Good girls,” he breathed out towards Fleur, Gabrielle, Susan and Hannah, even as he pressed
Tonks’s face directly into the short and curly hair framing his balls, and then levitated the rest of
her sprawled out body off of the side of the bed. Of course, when Tonks was released from the
levitation spell, she dropped directly onto her knees without ever looking away from Harry’s eyes,
and she never once stopped swallowing on his deeply buried cockhead...

“Merlin, Tonks… You really are absolute slutty perfection,” Harry grunted out as his shaft
expanded meaningfully to stretch out the walls of the Metamorphmagus’s esophagus and his
testicles spasmed and bucked dramatically against her chin. Then Harry was growling like an
animal as he rose up to his feet, pulled firmly on the back of Tonks’s head, and began cumming his
fucking brains out balls-deep down her roiling and coiling little throat.

All of Harry’s women immediately knew exactly what they were looking at, and they crowded
around Tonks’s violently trembling body so that they could stare up into his eyes with extremely
eager expressions on their faces.

On the other hand, none of the Weasley’s present had a damned clue that Harry was currently
launching an explosive rush of seed directly down Tonks’s rapidly swallowing throat. It was only
after they saw a series of tennis ball sized spherical bulges expanding Tonks’s unnaturally stretchy
neck only to be drawn further down into her stomach, that they realized she was currently being fed
an incredibly huge outpouring of Harry’s freshly cooked cum… But then, that was also the exact
moment that Tonks started moaning like a whore, her newly revealed pussy started squirting her
excitement fuelled orgasm, and Harry’s spit shined cock was slowly being pulled from within her
tightly resisting lips.

With a popping sound that managed to fill the entire barrier, Tonks’s lips were finally pulled off of
the head of Harry’s cock, causing his next cumshot to splash against her newly wide open mouth
before hosing down her tonsils and then chipmunking out her cheeks. The cumshot that followed
that was immediately taken up by Fleur, as she launched herself face first towards his dick,
captured his cockhead within her soft and plushy lips, and then pulled her mouth further down his
length with her hands cupped around his asscheeks.

One, two, three times, Fleur fucked her own face down the entire length of Harry’s cum spitting
cock so that she could kiss at his base and swallow on a brand new piping hot load of his ultra-
thick seed. Then the unbelievably sexy French Veela was dragging her lips back up his shaft to
receive a cumshot directly onto her tongue, and she was pulling her mouth off of his cock to aim it
at the three women crowding in at her sides.
As per the norm, Hannah, Susan and Gabrielle were far more enthusiastic than they were talented
when it came to swallowing Harry’s cum. Hannah barely even managed to get his cockhead within
her pretty little mouth before his cum started dribbling down her chin to drip onto her tits, Susan
wasn’t much better but she did manage to take in a few inches of his shaft and a healthy swallow of
his seed before an outpouring of semen started leaking from her lips, and Gabrielle wiggled her
sexy O’d out mouth down a third of his shaft as if she was trying to asphyxiate herself on a mixture
of his cock and his cum. As per the norm, it was actually Harry who pushed the Proto Veela’s
mouth back off of his dick, spraying her perfect little face with several thick bolts of cum before
turning his cock back in Tonks’s direction.

For the second half of Harry’s climax, his dick was massaged and milked in Tonks, Fleur,
Gabrielle, Hannah and Susan’s hands, so that he could cover first their faces and then their uplifted
tits in a magically bolstered amount of pearly white Potter seed.

And by the Gods was there a lot of it…

As Harry’s harem of women continued to grow in number, so too did the amount of semen that his
balls produced in a day, with a proportional increase in his desire for sex… More and more lately,
it was beginning to feel like his magic wanted him to sire an entire army of different children...

Well… No matter…

Harry had a feeling that his magic was increasing his virility over time in preparation for a future
need of some kind… He wasn’t omniscient enough… yet… to know what that future event
actually was… but he did know that he was going to be prepared.

In the meantime… Harry always enjoyed this next part…

When Harry’s cock finally stopped launching hot ropes of semen all over his various women’s
bodies, they all started doing what they tend to do in these situations… They all looked back and
forth at each other, and then they began cleaning themselves in the sexiest way imaginable… In a
series of movements that looked choreographed because of how smooth they were, Hannah started
licking and sucking the cum off of Susan’s face, neck, shoulders and tits, Tonks started doing the
same to Fleur, and Gabrielle rose to her feet in order to begin cleaning herself off right in front of
the Weasleys.

“My ‘usband… my Lord Delacour… my ‘Arry… ees a very, very virile man,” Gabrielle slowly
explained while sweeping thick wads of gluey seed off of her incredibly sexy tits, and then making
a big production of sucking her fingers clean. “‘My mate successfully eempregnated Tonks ze very
first time zat ‘ee tried, and zen ‘ee deed ze exact same zing to me just a month later when I finally
managed to prove myself… obedient… And eet’s worth eet… Gods and Goddesses, eet’s all worth
every seengle second of eet… Unteel ze very day zat I die, I will never forget what eet feels like to
receive a womb swollen to bursting wiz ‘Arry Potter’s eencredibly virile seed...” Along with her
words, Gabrielle somehow injected her allure with the animalistic feeling of completion that she’d
experienced when Harry finally finished seeding her womb, and every single woman within the
barrier shivered from their head to their toes…

Atop the bed, Harry saw the exact moment that Gabrielle gave Daphne a very pointed look’ and he
wasn’t the least bit surprised when the increasingly distressed looking English noblewoman
flinched and then began fisting her hands at her sides… Gabrielle was hitting the woman where it
hurt…

Not so coincidentally, Daphne wasn’t the only woman within the barrier that was affected by
Gabrielle’s little performance…
With a pair of back and forth looks and then a shared look of renewed determination, Susan Bones
conjured a set of red furred rabbit-ears and a cotton-tail for Susan, Susan Conjured pale blonde cat-
ears and a tail for Hannah in return, and then the two girls slowly, sexily, crawled up onto Harry’s
lap in order to straddle both of his thighs and squeeze him tightly around the waist.

“Before we got involved with you, Hannah and I both had dozens and dozens of very handsome,
smart, well-connected, and monogamous suitors, petitioning to be our husbands,” Susan began
while licking and nibbling on Harry’s right earlobe.

“Too bad for them, you’ve ruined us for any other man,” Hannah added while sucking another
hickey into the meat of Harry’s left shoulder.

“We’re your women,” Susan purred after drawing Harry’s face into the cleavage of her creamy
smooth and abundant tits.

“We’re your well trained little cockwarmers,” Hannah added as she rubbed her dripping wet pussy
up and down his thigh.

“We want you to fuck us both raw and unprotected,” Susan breathed out in a stage whisper for the
Weasley family’s benefit.

“We want you to expand our wombs around your fattest fucking load,” Hannah squeaked out when
Harry’s left hand dug knuckles deep into the meat of her astoundingly sexy ass.

“What we need most though… What we need more than anything in the world... is for you to
finally, finally put a baby in our bellies,” Susan moaned out as Harry’s mouth latched onto her right
breast and bit softly on her nipple.

“Please seed us my Lord,” Hannah whimpered.

“Pleeease,” Susan begged.

Both Susan and Hannah started giving Harry puppy dog pouts from extremely close range, with
their chins resting cutely on his chest

Well… damn…

For over six whole months now, Harry’d been rebuffing all of Susan and Hannah’s attempts to
become his official concubines by claiming he still had doubts about their loyalty... Of course,
Harry’s current treatment of heiress Bones and heiress Abbott was both petty and unfair, especially
when you take into consideration the fact that he was fucking them silly almost every day of the
week, but truth be told, their ultra-fickle attitudes back at Hogwarts really had pissed him right the
hell off…

Unfortunately (very fortunately) for Harry, his attempts to reject Susan and Hannah weren’t
working… like… at all. The two extremely high-spec Hufflepuffs were fiercely and demonstrably
committed to having his children, they weren’t giving up, and they weren’t backing off…

After moving up behind Harry on the bed, Tonks slowly wrapped her arms around his waist and
started tenderly kissing the back of his neck… “You know Harry… It seems to me that Susan and
Hannah really are entirely committed to being yours… and since they’re both gorgeous, sexually
deviant, bisexual Hufflepuffs, exactly like I am, they ride really high in my estimation...”

Neither Susan nor Hannah could stop themselves from grinning at Tonks’s words even as they
pressed themselves up against Harry’s body and stroked his persistently hard cock in a pair of
warm, possessive hands.

“Fleur, Gabrielle,” Harry asked aloud purely for Hannah and Susan’s benefit.

“We approve of zem, and because we’re Veela, we can sympathize wiz zeir current line-
continuation problems,” Fleur immediately replied.

“Zere aren’t many wizards on all of Earth zat are powerful enough to provide a Veela wiz a male
heir, after all,” Gabrielle added while gently rubbing her baby swollen belly.

For several seconds following the end of his wives’ endorsement, Harry didn’t do or say a thing.
He merely stared at Susan and Hannah with an extremely serious expression on his face. Then he
drew in a very deep breath and he nodded his understanding… “I, Harry James Potter, officially
recognize Lady Hannah Abbott of House Abbott and Lady Susan Bones of House Bones as my
concubines. What children I have with them will be the heirs of their houses.” Harry slowly
announced, at which point a sharp pulse of magic radiated out of his body.

By this point, both Susan and Hannah were whimpering in excitement, squirming on Harry’s lap,
peppering his face with kisses, and squeezing his waist in their violently trembling arms.

“Fleur… Gabrielle… please tease Susan to a peak for me while Tonks and I give Hannah here
some attention,” Harry suddenly ordered, with a look on his face that immediately made his
women shiver. Then Susan was being pulled across the bed on her back by a mischievously
smiling Fleur and Gabrielle, Hannah was shaking like a leaf all over Harry’s pussy juice soaked
thigh, and Tonks was moving up behind the woman with a very knowing expression on her face.

After sharing a look with Tonks over Hannah’s shoulder, Harry Conjured a new and improved
version of his water charm (double sided dildo edition), watched Tonks shiver as the thick cylinder
of ultra-dense scrubbing water spread open her pussy, and then smiled as she pulled aside Hannah’s
tail to press her brand new swirling water cock up against the woman’s beautiful whooty ass.

“You, you two are going to tag team me… right here… right now… in front of the Weasley
family!” Hannah suddenly lost her ability to speak, as she looked over at the Weasleys and saw
them all staring right back at her. She saw the anger, hatred, madness, longing, desperation, and
other conflicted emotions, underlaying the wanton lust upon their audiences’ faces, and she started
shivering from her head to her toes at how public and… filthy it all was...

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised right now, Hannah,” Harry replied as he cupped his hands
under Hannah’s big beautiful bubble-butt, pulled her body flush to his own, and then rose to his
feet with his newly-reduced cock pressing up the length of her sexy little tummy. “I’m proud that
my brand new concubine’s a fantastically slutty little exhibitionist, and I’m eager to show off your
obscenely gluttonous body to every single one of our guests...”

“OhhhhhmyGaaaawwds,” Hannah whimper/moaned into the flesh of Harry’s neck even as her
arms and legs wrapped tightly around his shoulders and lower back, and she began gyrating her
hips to hotdog both her pussylips and her ass-cheeks around the cocks being pressed against her
body. Unsurprisingly, Hannah’s movements became even more frenzied just a single moment later,
when Tonks suddenly started pancaking her big, luscious tits into her shoulder-blades, cupping her
sensitive breasts from behind, pinching her nipples within her slim and dexterous fingers, and
kissing her gently on the neck.

Without ever needing to communicate either their intentions or their timing, Harry and Tonks
slowly lifted Hannah’s ass and thighs up between their bodies, positioned the crown of their cocks
against both of the young woman’s holes, and then very slowly began lowering her down.
With a high pitched squeak followed by a long warbling moan, Hannah’s pussy was split open by
Harry’s reduced but still impressive cock and her asshole was spread around Tonks’s conveniently
lubricated dick, until both of her holes were being filled and her mouth was biting firmly into the
meat of his shoulder. Then Harry and Tonks started pumping their cocks inside of the pale blonde
heiress one after another with perfectly executed timing and impeccable coordination, and the
incredibly DP’d Hufflepuff was losing her Godsdamned mind over it.

“HohhGawwwds hohhhGawdessess, yes yes yes yeeesss! Use my body, fuck all my holes! Pry
open my womb with your big fat diiiiick,” Hannah ranted as Harry started casting hundreds of
regeneration spells directly into her pussy, his cock began growing back to its full enormous size,
and a dick shaped lump began appearing in her tummy just above her belly-button. “Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck mee up you centaur dicked stud of a maaaan,” she screamed towards the ceiling while
scratching ten long red lines into Harry’s shoulder-blades and back. “I’m yours Master! I’m your
wet little kitty! I’m your bitch! I’m in heat! Knock me up! Knock me right the fuck uuup!”

Harry didn’t need detailed instructions, and neither did Tonks. They both started slamming their
cocks into Hannah Abbott’s holes in an extremely rapid one two punch combo that had her
cumming her brains out in two minutes flat.

But then they simply didn’t stop...

For the next ten plus minutes, Harry and Tonks kissed each other over Hannah’s shoulder as they
thoroughly worked over the cat-girl’s body, lifting and dropping both of her hungry little holes up
and down the length of their dicks within just a few feet of Daphne, Hermione and Ginevra... Harry
groaned as his cock was squeezed in Hannah’s persistently tight and clinging pussy-meat, Tonks
moaned a very wet and messy orgasm around Harry’s endlessly rippling water-charm dildo, and
Hannah Abbott climaxed upon both of their cocks over and over again like an absolute maniac. The
endlessly perverted English heiress bucked and she gyrated and she humped herself up and down in
their arms. She moaned, and she screamed and she bit deep into the meat of Harry’s shoulder,
before squirting so much femcum his legs ended up completely drenched.

Finally, when Harry could sense that the pale blonde feline in his arms was running on the dregs of
her stamina, he pressed a hard, domineering kiss down into Hannah’s mouth that had her lungs
emptying out in a high pitched syrupy whimper, and her eyelids fluttering over nearly vacant eyes.
At this point, the pale blonde cat-girl was forcing herself to remain conscious for one extremely
specific reason, and she was beginning to worry that she didn’t have what it takes…

“I never had any intention of letting you get away Hannah Abbott. You’re a beautiful, powerful,
intelligent witch, but more importantly, you’re an incredible fuck and your gigantic ass makes me
cum,” Harry whispered directly into Hannah’s ear immediately after disengaging from her lips…

In the time it took for Hannah to squeal happily over receiving Harry’s praise, he banished Tonks’s
water-charmed cock right out of existence, Conjured a new water-charm to tease Hannah’s asshole,
swiftly carried the woman over to the bed, pushed her body down face-first into the mattress,
pulled her thick sexy ass up in the air, and started pounding his dick down into her pussy in a series
of long, hard, womb-battering thrusts... “I’m about to cum inside of you heiress Abbott! Your body
is mine! Your womb is mine!”

“Yes! Gawwwds yes!.. Yours! It’s yours! Fill me! Fill my womb! Teach me to be your obedient
little pussy and then never ever let me goooo,” Hannah screamed down into the sheets while Jack-
o posing herself like a feline in heat to bounce her massive, rippling, heart-shaped ass against
Harry’s waist and scrub her pussy up the length of his rapidly descending dick.

With an inaudible growl, Harry bore down on Hannah’s body, wrapping his hands around both of
her thick sexy thighs so that he could haul her pussy up and down the length of his shaft…

He was close.... He was so close…

Then Tonks was leaning into his back to kiss his neck and massage both of his balls, and Harry felt
his shaft lurching and bucking in response.

“Knock me up, knock me up, knock me right the fuck uuuuup Gaaawwwwds and Goddesesss
yeeeeeeees,” Hannah screamed out as Harry’s cock thickened, and bucked womb deep inside of
her, and then began releasing an expanding mass of piping hot seed directly against her completely
ineffectual cervix. In an immediate response, Hannah’s entire body started shaking, causing her ass
to ripple like Jello where it wasn’t flattened out against Harry’s waist, and her dick-dented little
belly kicked and rippled around the seed that was being force-fed into her womb.

For the next ten to fifteen seconds, the whorish moans leaking from Hannah’s wide-open mouth,
her dilated and shaking eyes, her spastically pawing hands, and her violently trembling thighs were
the reasons why all of the Weasley’s knew that the Hufflepuff was getting exactly what she
wanted. Then a wet squelching sound announced the moment when the the orgasmic cat-girl’s
pussy was completely stuffed to the brim with cum, at which point an outpouring of pearly white
seed squirted out of her O’d out pussylips, whitewashed both of her inner thighs, and artfully
splattered both of her fantastically round asscheeks.

With Tonks’s tits sandwiched around his right arm, her mouth latched onto his earlobe and her
hands gently fondling his balls, Harry had no intention of moving an inch until his entire load was
completely spent balls deep inside of Hannah Abbott… For another thirty plus seconds, he ground
his cockhead against/within Hannah’s completely surrendered womb, forcing more and more of his
seed into her deepest most fertile depths, and the woman babbled nonsense down into the bed in a
delirious variety of enthusiasm…

“Pre-pregnant… beautiful baby… for you… all for you… your pussy… your babies...” Hannah
moaned out through a wide but sloppy looking smile, even as she instinctually ground her big
beautiful butt back against Harry’s waist and his balls bucked meaningfully against her inner
thighs.

When Harry’s climax finally started petering off, he erected a barrier spell to keep his seed tightly
contained within Hannah’s womb, cast several charms on her ovaries to supercharge her fertility,
and then he slowly withdrew his cock from within her hot, tight, and newly sticky depths… Of
course by that point Hannah Abbott was barely conscious and it was only the rock-hard cock
impaling her body that was holding her ass up in the air. Immediately after his cockhead popped
free from within her pussylips, the woman’s body slumped down onto the bed like a marionette
with its strings cut, and she was completely dead to the world not even five seconds later…

“As you can see, my Harry can and quite frequently does fuck all of his women into an orgasmic
heap of limbs,” Tonks suddenly called out towards the Weasley family, causing both Hermione
and Ginevra’s mouths to hang open and the men to start looking increasingly affronted/defensive…
Then an extremely unconcerned Harry Potter was hauling Tonks across the bed by the meat of her
ass, and the two of them were taking in the molten hot mess that was Lady Susan Bones…

Kneeling on the bed in front of Harry and Tonks, Gabrielle currently had a lit candle and an ice
cube in her hands, Fleur had a feather in one hand and one of his teasing water charms swirling
around the other, and the two of them were skillfully teasing a blindfolded and tightly restrained
Susan Bones into the a red flushed and panting bundle of nerves…

Susan Bones was primed to explode… She was ready to orgasm at the slightest little touch to her
nether lips…

Harry Potter smiled…

“Good job ladies,” Harry praised after kissing Fleur and Gabrielle on their cheeks, and releasing a
wave of magic to begin altering the situation… Within only a matter of seconds, Susan Bones’s
velvet rope restraints began levitating up and away from the bedposts that she was tied to, until the
woman was spread eagle in the air just a few feet away from Daphne and the captive Weasleys,
and a teasing water charm was swirling away within her dripping wet little pussy. Then Harry
returned his attention towards Tonks, Gabrielle and Fleur, and started channeling his magic
directly through their soul-bond to release rivulets of magic out of the tips of their fingers.

Without even having to explain anything at all, Harry’s wives immediately understood exactly
what their husband had in mind. The pads of their thumbs were charmed to feel burning hot, their
index fingers would feel extremely cold, their middle fingers would feel as if they were releasing a
low voltage electric current, their ring fingers would immediately cause a small rash of ultra-
sensitive goosebumps to develop wherever they touched, and their pinky fingers would release the
pleasurable waves of magic that Harry uses whenever he’s aiming to drive a woman completely
wild…

Harry and his wives were about to thoroughly lean upon Susan Bones’s sensation-play kink, to
make a mess of her curvaceous little body…

Even with a blindfold on, Susan suddenly shivered, causing her big glorious tits to jiggle out of the
corset cups of her altered maroon dress… The woman was intelligent enough to realize that she
was currently being left alone because something quite a bit… bigger… was about to happen…

She was right…

After walking over to where Susan’s bunny-eared head was hanging completely unsupported in the
air, Harry caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand, and then he took a hold of her ears to give
her neck a moment of relief. Then he broke the silence… “Hannah Abbott’s currently laying
facedown in a cum covered heap… Do you have an opinion on the matter?...”

“Jealous… Eager to catch up,” Susan gasped out as Harry rested a hot, heavy and completely
unmistakable, slab of arm thick cockmeat atop her upwards facing chin. Then her tongue started
waving out of her wide-open mouth when the man’s dick was slowly dragged off of her jaw,
because she instinctually knew where its next destination was going to be…

“My cock is currently dripping both Hannah’s pussy juices and my seed,” Harry informed the
stacked redhead while pressing his cockhead against her eagerly outstretched tongue. “The taste
that you’re currently enjoying is the exact moment I knocked up your friend…”

“Delicious… It tastes so delicious,” Susan whimpered, as Harry’s hands dropped down atop her
breasts and his fingers sank knuckle deep within her soft, smooth, incredibly springy titflesh.

“Or maybe my big, messy cock isn’t delicious at all… and you’re just an extra-special variety of
cumguzzling whore,” Harry replied in a voice that somehow managed to sound affectionate…
Even as he said those words, Harry gestured for Tonks, Gabrielle and Fleur to surround Susan’s
body again, and they all watched the redhead Hufflepuff cup her mouth around empty air in her
attempt to capture the head of his dick.

With the bond allowing them to work with perfect coordination, Fleur, Gabrielle, and Tonks
suddenly started sweeping fingers that felt like they were covered in hot wax across Susan’s tits,
belly, thighs, arms and calves, before suddenly switching to a freezing cold sensation instead and
touching the exact same locations. Soon enough, all three of Harry’s wives were delivering a
kaleidoscope of different sensations to Susan’s completely overwhelmed body, driving hard,
haggard moans from the bunny-woman’s newly wide open mouth…

But then her mouth was filled to capacity as Harry started shoving his cum slathered cock down
her little throat, and Susan Bones’s overexcited moan/scream rippled her neck-muscles around
every single inch of dick that he was feeding her…

Slowly… very, very slowly, Harry pulled his cock back out of Susan’s piping hot airway, growling
his approval when the redhead’s mouth resisted his withdrawal every single step of the way. The
bunny-girl’s lips immediately tightened up like elastic bands all around his shaft, causing her
hollowed out cheeks to stretch outwards as she sucked desperately on his length...

Long story short, the cock that Harry pulled out of Susan’s hungrily sucking little mouth ended up
being completely fucking spotless, as all of the cum and pussy juices that had covered his length
were left behind on Susan’s tongue…

And the blindfolded redhead wiggled happily in her restraints, as she feasted on the cocktail of
pussy juices and cum that she’d just sucked off of Harry’s cock, and a barrage of unexpected
sensations continued to drive her completely fucking wild… “Hohh, hohhhhmy Gods Maaaster
please! Please let my desperately hungry bunny pussy have your diiiiick,” Susan pleaded when the
teasing water charm swirling within her pussy refused to let her cum, and the overwhelming
sensations that her body was being subjected to made her feel as if her nervous system was going
haywire. “Please, please fuck me, fuck me good! Please fill me and then fuck me uuuuuuuup!”

It was around the time that Susan started saying the word ‘up’ that Harry Apparated between her
spread open legs, took a hold of her thick sexy thighs, removed the water charm from within her
pussy, and began replacing it with a reduced version of his dick. By the time he’d shoved just two-
thirds of his cock within the redhead’s smoldering hot depths, she was shaking from head to toe in
a long denied orgasm, was flopping around in her restraints, and an unintelligible scream of mixed
pleasure and excitement was filling the entire barrier.

Of course that was the exact moment when Harry’s cock began growing both longer and thicker
balls-deep inside of Susan’s ecstatically happy cunt, and the busty Hufflepuff’s orgasm
immediately redoubled in intensity.

Susan Bones was awash in a white hot climax the entire time her Lord’s magic coursed throughout
her stretched-to-the-limit sex, but she still managed to feel incredibly thankful when a series of
fussy little hands started rubbing at the bulge in her tiny little tummy... Harry Potter’s cock was
plundering the hell out of her womb, just the way she needed it, and he was just minutes away from
making her body his… once and for all...

“Do it please! Gods and Goddesses yes, please have your way with my woooomb,” Susan moaned
out as her orgasm very slowly came to an end. Every cell in her body was currently begging for her
man to finally pour his seed into her deepest most fertile depths, as if she really was nothing but a
bunny experiencing a particularly powerful heat. It was a feeling made all the stronger by the
blindfold covering her eyes, and the random sensations roaming her entire body. Susan wasn’t an
heiress right now. She wasn’t Lady Bones. She was a body, a pussy, an ovulating womb hungry for
the taking… and by the Gods was Harry fucking taking her…

With a low groan of pleasure, Harry started pumping his cock into Susan Bones’s dripping wet and
clenching cunt, as the woman proved that every single second spent teasing her body to the limit
had been worth the effort. The woman’s pussy was skintight, soaking wet, hot, squishy, sucking
and coiling around his meat with every single movement that he made. Susan’s incredibly high-
spec little pussy was an A-grade cum-spilling cocksleeve, and Harry just couldn’t get enough.

For the following ten plus minutes, Harry, Fleur, Gabrielle and Tonks moved as one in order to
work over Susan’s bunny-body to the max, sharing thoughts, ideas and even pleasure in real time
as Harry monitored the redhead Hufflepuff’s desires and then moved to exceed her wildest
fantasies. By the time Harry was thrusting his cock into Susan’s pussy fast enough to crack his
balls against her ass-cheeks, both of the woman’s mipples were being heated, cooled and pinched
at random, a feminine hand was tightly curling around the Hufflepuff’s tiny little neck, her vibrant
red hair was being pulled nearly to the point of pain, and a ticklish sensation was running up and
down the heels of both her feet.

And the bunny-eared redhead was cumming. Susan was cumming so fucking hard she was visibly
ahegaoing even with a velvet strip of material concealing her fuck-drunk eyes. She was cumming
so hard the words that were slipping from her wide-open mouth were barely understandable
through her loud and lengthy moans...

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck!!... Diiick!.... Love this diiick!... Cum!... Cumming!...
Yours!... Please!... Cum!... Yours!...,” Susan screamed towards the ceiling, her violently trembling
legs visibly attempting to wrap around Harry’s back only for the restraints to hold her in place.

With a snap of Harry’s fingers, Susan’s restraints suddenly stopped pulling her spread eagle,
leaving her free-floating in the air with her pussy still impaled on his cock, and her blindfold was
gone to reveal her lust-glazed eyes. Then Harry was pulling Susan’s body up against his own to
pancake her tits into his chest, he was lifting her pussy up and down his cock in slow measured
movements, and he was stage-whispering into her ear for everyone to hear… “I’m going to need
you to repeat what you just said Lady Bones... What exactly is it that you want from me?”

“I want your fucking nuuuut,” Susan slurred out even as she grew more lucid and aware by the
second. “I want to be Harry Potter’s knocked up breeding bunny. I want the entire world to know
who owns my body, and dominates my womb. I want your babies Master!” By the time she
finished delivering her explanation, Susan’s tits were being pressed into Harry’s face, her legs
were wrapped tightly around his lower back and she was gyrating her cotton-tailed ass to grind his
cockhead against her hungry little womb.

On any other occasion, Harry would be perfectly happy to let Susan ride him to completion exactly
like they were… He couldn’t do that. Not today.

Today the two of them had an audience, and Susan was broadcasting an intense desire to be put on
display…

Yeah… Hufflepuffs are freaks…

With yet another snap of his fingers, the velvet restraints attached to Susan’s wrists and ankles
tightened again, the ropes around her ankles pulling up towards the ceiling and the ropes attached
to her wrists pulling down towards the floor. Soon enough, Susan was restrained spread eagle
again, except that this time she was upside down with her body at a forty-five degree angle to the
floor. What’s more, her face was only a few feet away from Hermione, Daphne and Ginevra’s
knees which meant that her dripping wet little pussy was being presented for everyone’s viewing
pleasure.

Not that it would be unattended for very long...

“If I’m going to impregnate you… I suppose I should let gravity do at least some of the work,”
Harry mused as he walked up between Susan’s legs and pressed his dick down the length of her
belly. For a few seconds in a row, Harry merely stood there, the placement of his cock revealing to
everyone just how deep he’d be inside of Susan when he finally shoved it back within her cunt…
Then, Harry’s wives were standing at his sides, he was stepping back to aim his dick down at
Susan’s pussy, and Fleur was gripping his shaft to rub his cockhead up and down the Hufflepuff’s
slick and puffy pussylips.

“Please,” Susan began begging, until Harry held up a hand.

“No more begging Susan. It’s not necessary. You’re mine. I’ve taken you. You’re not going
anywhere…”

“Fuck yeeeesssssss,” Susan squealed as her man finally thrust his whole absurd length balls-deep
inside of her again and began thrusting down into her pussy as if his hips were on a piston. Almost
immediately, she was cumming again, but this time she could see in Harry’s eyes that he wasn’t far
off either. He wasn’t going to make her wait any longer… She was about to be bred…

“Fuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeees,” was the only thought that the redhead Hufflepuff was capable of
voicing as Harry leaned down, mauled her bouncing tits, and then released a torrent of magic into
her nipples, clit and womb that rendered her pussy into an orgasmic bundle of nerves. Then the
man was slapping both of her asscheeks into a shiny red color, raising the restraints around her
ankles to lay her calves atop his shoulders, and he was bearing down on her pussy in what
amounted to an aerial mating press.

Susan was so far gone in her desire to get a womb stuffed full of Harry’s cum, she found herself
cheering Fleur on when the Veela began peppering the man’s neck with kisses. She also felt
thankful to Tonks when the Metamorph started massaging his chest and stomach with sensation
filled fingers, and elated with Gabrielle when the woman dropped to her knees and started sucking
on his balls. Anything that helped speed up the seeding that Susan’s body needed oh so very badly
was to be encouraged, and the girls’ efforts were having an effect.

By the time Harry’s balls were bucking and bouncing atop Gabrielle’s eagerly sucking mouth, his
body was heating up to a fever pitch, his movements were growing faster by the second, and his
cockhead was slamming down against Susan’s cervix with every deep dicked swing of his hips.
Then he was leaning in over the bunny-woman’s violently trembling body, and he was staring
directly into her eyes… “Remember this moment Lady Susan Bones... Remember that I knocked
you up on the same day that I united the whole entire world. Remember that I did so in a room
filled with hundreds of people… Most of all… remember that your ultra-curvy fuckdoll body is
mine now… to fuck and fill with children, until you’re old and grey and sick of me…”

“Yes! Yessss! Yours! All yours forever! Take me, fill me, impregnate me,” Susan wailed as
Harry’s possessive words sent her careening into yet another orgasm and Gabrielle started licking
at her O’d out pussylips in order to get a taste of Harry’s seed.

Then it was happening and Susan’s body was going completely fucking haywire in response…

With a groan of pleasure, Harry slammed his cock balls-deep inside of the redhead’s hot, wet and
rhythmically clenching pussy, released control of his climax, and started hosing down the bunny-
girl’s completely defenseless womb. Unlike earlier, when he came inside of Hannah, Susan Bones
was being held in place belly-up, which Harry could see was giving the Weasley family a very,
very good view of the drama unfolding womb-deep inside of her. The English heiress’s sexy little
tummy was currently sporting a rippling and bucking bulge just above her navel, inside of which
Harry’s cock was flooding her eggs in a gigantic series of magically bolstered cumloads, and even
with her big beautiful breasts bouncing against her chin, the woman was staring up at her tummy
with a deliriously happy smile on her face.

“Harry… Potter’s… babies…” Susan keened towards the ceiling, before her orgasmically
swimming eyes suddenly locked upon Ginevra’s purely by accident.

Susan Bones was currently receiving absolutely everything that Ginevra Weasley had always
plotted to take for herself, and the both of them could see that thought reflected in each other’s
eyes…

“Harry Potter will never be yours Ginny Weasley! You’re nothing more than a self-absorbed little
rapist with delusions of grandeur,” Susan suddenly moan/screamed up towards Ginevra’s face,
even as a thick geyser of cum erupted from within her incredibly inseminated pussy, flowed down
her cock bulged belly, and then pooled around the bottom of her sexy heaving breasts.

After reeling back as if punched by Susan’s words, Ginevra opened her mouth to scream her
defiance, only for Gabrielle’s demand that she remain silent to stop her right in her tracks. Instead
of saying anything at all, an inarticulate squeak slipped past her completely paralysed voice-box
and her fingernails dug small bloody holes into the palms of her hands...

With a grunt of pleasure and a wry variety of amusement on his face, Harry pumped his cockhead
down against Susan’s cervix a dozen more times to milk out the last of his seed, then he squelched
the redhead’s incredibly sloppy little pussy up and off of his cock and began carrying her newly
limp body towards the bed.

Turning back towards Bill and Charlie, Gabrielle gave them both a very knowing look. “My
‘usband’s body, ‘is cock, and ‘is powerful magic, all make ‘aving sex wiz ‘im a life altering
experience… Zis mind blowing sex, and ze fact zat ‘Arry’s a very magnetic and exciting man, ees
ze real reason why ‘ee managed to cuck you both so very easily.”

“Well… That and the fact that Charlie was a piss poor husband,” Tonks casually added even as she
drew Fleur back towards the bed. “For all the man’s arrogance and superficial charm, he’d rather
consort with club whores than the one woman harem that he had sitting around at home…”

“I zink Charlie knew zat ‘ee would never be able to match your skill level een bed, so ‘ee sought to
eempress a series of no-nozzing putains eenstead,” Fleur mused as she used a snippet of Harry’s
magic to change the situation on the bed... With a wave of her hand, Fleur levitated Hannah to
snuggle her up against Susan on the unoccupied side of the bed. Then she levitated a very
unsurprised looking Harry onto his back in the middle of the mattress.

“Speaking of meeting my match, I actually suffered a complete defeat to our husband only this
morning,” Tonks suddenly admitted to Fleur in a stage whisper. “I wanted to wait for you to get
pregnant with your first child to have my second so that the two of them could be cribmates… I
can't do that anymore… After cumming my fucking brains out on our husband’s dick, I completely
lost myself in the moment, cupped my cervix around Harry’s cockhead, milked myself a womb
packed full of his cum, and then I even cast several dozen fertility charms on my ovaries and
eggs...”

“You’re guaranteed to be pregnant zen,” Fleur agreed with a soft and indulgent smile on her face.
“Well… not to worry…”

“Then... you’re also going to pull the trigger?” By this point, Tonks’s highly amused face was
transforming into a nearly perfect replica of Fleur’s, except she was adopting jet black hair instead
of blonde, and a pair of beautiful ruby-red eyes instead of sapphire blue. Tonks was currently
adopting her gothic Veela persona, both because it was a favorite of Harry’s, and because it would
maximize the production value of what the three of them were about to do…

“Oui, yes… I cannot possibly resist my Veela eenstincts any longer,” Fleur admitted with a hungry
look down at her husband’s massive, rock-hard, precum drooling cock. “Eet ees long past time zat
ze Potter family bloodline be… repopulated…”

Just a few feet away from their mostly captive audience, Gabrielle started rubbing her baby filled
belly in a fashion that had Daphne whimpering in need, Ginevra’s eyes rolling in her head,
Hermione’s cheeks flushing a brilliantly bright red, and Bill trying to scream through a compulsion
sealed voice-box.

“Enough of zat Gabby,” Fleur chided her sister in a newly serious tone of voice. “I don’t want Bill
to leave tonight’s festivities believing zat I staged all of zis purely to ‘urt ‘is feelings…” Turning
back towards Bill, Fleur gave the man a very intense and meaningful look… “I don’t love you
anymore Bill… but I also don’t ‘ate you... Ze only reason I eentend to ‘ave absolutely eencredible
sex wiz ‘Arry right ‘ere, right now, directly een front of your eyes, ees to destroy all of ze delusions
zat are currently occupying your mind… Please watch as Tonks and I make love wiz our ‘usband,
realize ze fact zat I am no longer yours, and zen allow ze Saint Mungo’s mind ‘ealers to straighten
out your perceptions…”

For reasons that would only make sense within Bill Weasley’s mind, Fleur’s very calm, cool and
unemotional rejection was much, much more damaging than any sadistic torture she could’ve
come up with. In an immediate reaction, his entire body tensed up in his wild attempts to prevent
what was about to happen, and his mouth hung open as he frantically tried to scream at her…

“You’re desperately trying to defy my allure right now, but you still can’t move even as much as
Ginevra did just a few moments ago,” Gabrielle mused as she moved to stand in front of Bill.
“You’re clearly quite weak to ze effects of allure, which means you could never ‘ave been ze mate
zat my seester needed you to be, and you’re much, much better off finding someone else…”

This time Fleur didn’t argue with her younger sister. She merely nodded in agreement before
crawling up the length of the bed in Harry and Tonks’s direction. By the time Fleur kissed her way
up her husband’s stomach muscles, Tonks and Harry’s hands were rubbing down her back in order
to pull her silky smooth body flush against their own, and the three of them were forming an
astonishingly sexy tangle of limbs in the middle of the bed. Harry pulled one of Tonks’s lactating
breasts out of its corset-cup with his mouth latched tightly around her nipple, Tonks cupped the
back of Harry’s head like a baby as she kissed Fleur on the mouth, and Fleur moaned up into
Tonks’s mouth while cupping the woman’s thick mouth watering ass.

As their excitement grew to explosive levels, both Tonks and Fleur pushed Harry flat on his back
so that they could rub their supernaturally flawless curves up and down the length of his body, milk
his urgently throbbing cock in their perfectly coordinated hands, and nibble several tiny little
hickeys into his perfectly tanned skin.

“‘Ow shall we spoil our ‘usband Tonks,” Fleur asked after drawing her lips away from Harry’s
chest. “‘Ow shall we show our mate our… devotion…”

“I’m all but certain that I’m already pregnant again, so I think I’ll put on a show for our audience,”
Tonks mused with a glance back in the Weasley’s direction. “After all… I never once let Charlie
have my ass…”

With a nod of acceptance, Fleur immediately waved her hand over Tonks’s sexy as all hell bubble-
butt, and the Metamorph shivered over the magic that was happening inside of her body. Between
one second and the next, Tonks’s asshole became both clean enough to eat off of and lubricated in
the extreme. Then Fleur was rubbing yet another shiny coat of oil over every inch of Harry’s
continuously hard length, and she was planting a soft but passionate kiss on his lips.

“Don’t ‘old back your climax, mon amour,” Fleur crooned down into Harry's ear. “Cum for us over
and over again, so that we may put your miraculous virility on display. Cover us een cum both
eenside and out, and lay claim to my womb once and for all…”

With the bond conveying all of the emotions that needed conveying, Harry merely pulled Fleur’s
body flush to his chest to plant yet another kiss on her lips as Tonks straddled his thighs to hotdog
his cock between her thick sexy asscheeks. After wrapping her right hand around the crown of
Harry’s cock to hold his shaft parallel with her spine, Tonks massaged his length within the oiled
up cleavage of her butt-cheeks in a way that had yet more precum drooling from his cocktip…
Then the Metamorphmagus was rising further up on her knees to press his flared out cockhead
against her tiny puckered asshole, and she was staring down into his eyes with a look of completely
unconcealed adoration on her face. “That’s right, lover… From now on, I’m going to spoil the
living hell out of your big fat fucking cock,” Tonks cooed as she began to press her asshole down
against his oil-shined crown. “I’m gonna drain you… I’m gonna milk you… I’m gonna fuuuuuck
yooooouuuu.”

Of course, Tonks spent the entire time she moaned out the words ‘fuck you’ spreading her
supernaturally elastic, skintight asshole around his cockhead and then pressing herself down the
length of his fat fucking shaft in a rapid series of ultra-sexy, belly-dancing humps. Her generous
milk laden breasts bounced and heaved up and down atop their corset-cups, her tiny little tummy
gyrated back and forth in the air, and her thick creamy thighs rubbed possessively at his hips as she
artfully eased more and more of Harry’s wrist thick dick into her tightly clenching backdoor.

But that was the moment when Fleur suddenly straddled Harry’s chest, kissed Tonks hard on the
lips, hugged her tightly around the shoulders, and then pressed the Metamorph’s body down upon
their mate’s cock using every scrap of body weight that she contained…

“Hohhhhgawwwds yeesssss,” Tonks keened out into Fleur’s shoulder as the Veela very suddenly
forced her oiled-up asshole down the remaining length of Harry’s full sized mega-dick with an
obscene fwopping sound that echoed throughout the entire barrier. “Fucking Gawwds Haaarrrieee,
you’re diiick is crushing my g-spoot,” she continued while trying to lift her newly impaled ass up
and off of her husband’s thighs. It wasn’t working. Tonks’s thighs were far too busy violently
trembling to lift her ass anywhere at all, which is why it was a relief when Fleur started helping out
by lifting her ass back up the length of their man’s gigantic shaft.

“Zat’s right Tonks,” Fleur breathed out into Tonks’s ear as she lifted and dropped the woman’s
absurdly tight asshole up and down the entire length of Harry’s cock. “Let me use your lewd,
fucktoy body to drain our ‘usband’s balls… Let me milk out ‘is balls wiz your tight leetle ass-’ole,
before I take my turn and do ze same wiz my pussy… Sexy… Eet’s always so, sooo sexy, when
you cum all over our mate’s cock…”

“Full… I’m so damned full,” Tonks bleated out even as her completely untouched pussy spilled a
wave of femcum all over Harry’s stomach, and her stomach muscles rippled over his deeply buried
dick. Then the woman managed to start bouncing up and down upon Harry’s cock by herself, her
big beautiful ass was rippling wonderfully whenever it slammed down against Harry's thighs, and
her tongue was hanging out to lay flat atop Fleur’s shoulder.

While using Fleur’s point of view to watch Tonks’s sexy fucking body bounce up and down upon
his cock, Harry pulled Fleur’s thighs up over his mouth so that he could Parseltongue her delicious
little peach of a pussy, cupped her sexy ass in one of his hands and then used the other to rub at
Tonks’s clit. Without the benefit of using his magic to hold back his climax, Tonks’s red-hot,
unnaturally soft, incredibly tight and possessive little asshole was rapidly driving Harry to orgasm,
but since that was exactly what his wives really wanted, he wasn’t all that concerned. The soul-
bond was thick with Tonks and Fleur’s desire to spoil his dick completely rotten… and they were
going to get their way.

“Fuck, fuck yes, fucking fill me lover… Cum for me, cum deeeep inside of me,” Tonks moaned,
redoubling her riding speed even as a powerful current of Harry’s magic caused her to spill
pussyjuices all over his stomach and upper thighs. She rode the man like a woman possessed, all
throughout her orgasm, and then purred happily into her sisterwife's skin when his cock started
bucking meaningfully deep inside of her. “Yessss, yesss Harrry please! Please cum in me, Cum in
my assss, cum deep in my, oh Gaawwwwwwds yesssss!…”

After slapping both of his hands down upon Tonks’s sexy flared out hips and digging his fingers
knuckles deep into her thick shapely asscheeks, Harry dragged the woman’s asshole down to the
very root of his cock, and then he channeled his magic out through his tongue to push Fleur over
the edge into orgasm. Between the magic and the way he was speaking Parseltongue against her
clit, Fleur’s eyes rolled up into her head at the same time that Harry’s balls tensed up hard against
Tonks’s asscheeks, his cock rocked back like a shotgun discharging, and a massive load of cum
started filling her bowels. Then he let go of Tonks’s ass because the woman’s body was vibrating
as if she was being electrocuted and she was desperate to continue riding his dick.

“Yes, yes, yesss, stuff my guts full of your cum,” Tonks screamed out as she drew her asshole back
up the length of Harry’s cock, and then started fucking just the first three inches of his cock so that
his seed would squirt back out and flow down the length of his shaft. Tonks Black desired that her
husband’s orgasm be a massive fucking spectacle right from the very beginning, which is why she
popped his bulbous, cum spitting cockhead in and out of her asshole as many times as she could
before her orgasmically shaking legs finally gave out on her and she squelched her way back down
the length of his shaft. “Fuuuckiiing heellll,” she groan/whimpered as she collapsed into Fleur’s
arms and pressed her face ears-deep within the woman’s soft creamy cleavage. Even then, she
continued to gyrate her ass back and forth atop Harry's thighs, determined to milk his cock balls-
deep in her ass.

But that was the moment when Fleur completely ran out of patience…

About halfway through Harry’s climax, Fleur suddenly rolled off of his body and then dashed
down to his legs, where she pushed Tonks’s thighs up the length of his stomach so that his dick
popped free from her ass. With her sister-wife’s asshole out of the way, Fleur instantly spell-
cleaned Harry’s cock with a wave of her hand, and then straddled his waist in a reverse-cowgirl
position. In a series of movements that took no more than four seconds max, the incredibly
overexcited Veela was driving her drenched little pussy down around Harry’s continuously
cumming dick, and she was riding him through the last of his orgasm.

Suffice it to say… Fleur Potter wasn’t willing to wait around anymore…

With a wide perverse smile paired with a long whorish moan, Fleur leaned backwards to press her
hands down atop Tonks’s back, planted her feet wide at their sides, and then started scrubbing her
silky-soft pussy up and down Harry’s continuously cumming cock with long deep-dicked swings of
her well-toned hips. Within just a two second span of time, Fleur managed to hilt Harry’s full sized
dick within her tightly wringing depths, and she was undulating her ass against his thighs as if she
was lap-dancing her pussy up and down the length of his cock…

Even with the soul-bond giving Harry a few moments warning, he still found a surprised moan
leaking from his mouth at the otherworldly tightness that was suddenly milking the cum right out
of his shaft. “Merlin, Fleur,” Harry grunted as the Veela took his cockhead into her astonishingly
talented womb, and began riding him like her very life was on the line. But then Harry’s words
were cut off when a freshly fucked Tonks started kissing her way up his neck, jaw and cheek, his
mouth was filled by her enthusiastically twining tongue, and his hands were cupping around the
woman’s thick sexy ass to pull her flush against his body.

Needless to say, Harry’s cock never even started growing soft inside of Fleur when his orgasm
finally came to an end… Instead, Harry’s nerves were set alight by Tonks fondling his balls and
peppering his chest with kisses, while Fleur Isabelle Potter rode his cock like the professional
cockdrainer that she was. The astonishingly beautiful French Veela’s ultra-sexy ass slapped down
against his pelvis, while her skintight, soaking wet, hot and rippling little cunt dripped foamy
flecks of his seed down onto both his balls and inner thighs… and he had to admit something both
in his mind and in the bond…

Fuuuuuuck… Harry James Potter was a very, very, very lucky man…

A few meters away, Gabrielle quietly sidled up next to a completely tortured looking Daphne Nott,
and then started whispering into her ear… “Just look at my seester go, Daphne. Watch as she takes
exactly what she wants, a tres grande load of ‘Arry’s most potent, virile sperm directly on top of ‘er
eggs. Watch as she gets herself a belly swollen with ‘er mate’s child directly een front of ‘er ex-
husband, and zen recognize ze fact zat your dedication to ‘Arry ees… lacking.” Without another
word, Gabrielle walked away from the woman, eased down near Harry's head on the bed, and
planted a sweet little kiss atop his scalp…

And Daphne Nott was left just standing there, primed to explode…

“Love you ‘Arry. Love you so, so, so very much ‘Arry,” Fleur haltingly gasped out, as every
downward slap of her ass drove Harry’s big beautiful cock deeper within the sucking depths of her
perfectly submissive little womb, causing a spike of animalistic bliss to course throughout her
entire nervous system. It was time… Fleur Potter was officially a Veela in heat, and this nearly all-
consuming drive to breed was allowing her magic to do several very dramatic things... In a wave of
purified arcane power, Fleur’s beauty was suddenly magnified in the extreme, as her skin became
luminous in its perfection, her scent became an extremely powerful pheromone, her allure nearly
quadrupled in intensity, and her pussy started performing a series of cum-spilling miracles around
every square inch of Harry’s deeply embedded dick.

“Merlin Fleur,” Harry groaned, when he suddenly found his cock being massaged, squeezed,
wrung-out, kneaded, heated, scrubbed, smooched and sucked on, balls-deep within his wife’s
perfectly pink and virginal little pussy. With a growl of feral enthusiasm, he quickly rose up to a
seated position underneath Fleur’s rapidly bouncing ass, so that he could cup both of her big
bouncing tits in his hands and pull the woman’s silky-smooth body flush to his own. Then he
wasn’t the least bit surprised when Fleur continued to squirm her heart-shaped ass back against his
waist to milk his cock within her unnaturally perfect cunt… “Fucking hell, you’re so damned
good,” Harry grunted into his wife’s neck, even as he felt Gabrielle pressing herself flush to his
back, and found Tonks peppering kisses up the side of Fleur’s neck towards her jaw and earlobe…

In the end, what did managed to surprise Harry, was the moment when Daphne Nott nee
Greengrass suddenly snarled like an outraged cat, dashed away from an immensely shocked
Weasley family, crawled onto the bed between Fleur’s spread open thighs, and started sucking on
his balls as if they were the love of her life.

Truth be told, Harry only managed to spare the sexy blonde psychopath a single moment of his
attention… That’s just how damned sexy he found the cockmilking belly-dance that Fleur was
currently performing on his lap, how mind-bendingly pleasurable her sublime little pussy was, and
how hot the Veela’s tongue was as it slid up his neck to his jaw. Fleur Potter was currently giving
him a five star, world class, wet dream quality, fantasy fuck of a lifetime, and she was cupping his
face in her unoccupied hand so that she could stare meaningfully into his eyes.

Harry understood his wife’s meaning and he pressed his forehead into hers in unspoken assent…

Fleur Potter wanted a magically bolstered womb full of his most virile seed…

Well, she was definitely going to get it…

“That’s right, Fleur. Milk that dick,” Tonks cooed as she rubbed Fleur’s dick-dented belly and then
allowed her hand to slide down towards the Veela’s cute little clit.

“Take our mate’s seed eento zat ‘ungry leetle womb of yours,” Gabrielle, added while casting an x-
ray vision spell on Fleur’s tummy to reveal Harry’s cock slamming into her womb.

“Get yourself bred Fleur,so that all of our children can be classmates together,” a newly returned to
consciousness Hannah added while crawling across the bed.

“Help us create an entire Quidditch team’s worth of demi-God level offspring,” Susan purred with
a sweet little kiss to Fleur’s cheek and a pair of tits sandwiching Harry’s unoccupied arm.

“Yes, yessss, I’ll do eet! I’ll drain every seengle ounce of seed eenside of my mate’s eenormous
fucking balls” Fleur whimpered as her cock-riding sped up, her stomach muscles tightened in her
rapidly approaching orgasm, and her eyes drifted up into her head. “I’ll take ‘Arry’s cum and I’ll
carry ‘is babies! Mon amour, my love, my ‘Arry, please! Please seed me! Seed my womb! Knock
me up!” With every single word that she said, Fleur’s pussy squelched up and down Harry’s shaft
faster and faster, until finally the x-ray image of his cock expanding the wringing walls of her
pussy resembled nothing more than an engine piston moving at full speed.

Harry didn’t have a single hope in hell of denying his wife the cum that she wanted… Thankfully,
he had absolutely no interest in holding back...

With a loud growl that Harry released into the side of Fleur’s neck, his balls tensed up as hard as
diamonds between his legs, his shaft bucked like an unattended firehose, and an absolutely
ludicrous explosion of cum hammered into the deepest depths of Fleur’s newly ovulating womb…
And the incredibly sexy French Veela screamed her elation, excitement and orgasm towards the
ceiling as her arms pawed desperately at his thighs and she frantically rooted her pussylips down
around his cock.

“He’ll be a healthy baby boy,” Harry whispered into Fleur’s ear, even as all of his women moved
in from every side to start kissing rubbing, licking or massaging every square inch of his
overheating body, and his cock expanded to release yet another absurdly huge load of sticky seed
balls-deep in his wife’s thirsty cunt. While Fleur’s slut magic would never allow her pussy to leak
even a drop of Harry’s cum, all of the Weasley’s had a front row seat to the milkshake that he was
currently creating inside of her dick-dented tummy, as his cum stretched the walls of her womb,
flushed throughout every skin-tight fold of her ultra-possessive little pussy, and then thickened into
a gluey paste when it simply couldn’t expand anymore.

Over the thirty plus seconds that followed, Fleur’s frantic cock-riding slowly but surely became
increasingly uncoordinated, until her eyes glossed over, her mouth hung agape, and the ladies
surrounding her on every side were forced to hold her body upright upon their man’s cum spilling
dick. They helped their friend stay rooted balls-deep to receive every drop, because they knew
what they’d want if their positions were reversed.

And then, when Fleur was seeded to the max, and her eyes fluttered closed, Gabrielle Delacour
slowly pulled her sister off of Harry’s length, pumped his cock with both her hands, and then
turned towards the Weasleys… “And now ‘Arry will fuck ze rest of us all over again, but not
unteel he makes an oath… One zat should ‘elp Ginevra make ze right decision…”

With a nod of his head and his eyes centered on Ginevra, Harry raised a hand above his head and a
green glow started emanating from his palm. “I, Harry James Potter Black Delacour, swear on my
magic that I will never become romantically involved with Ginevra Weasley from this moment
forward…. So mote it be…”

In the wake of Harry’s oath, while the rest of Harry’s women watched the youngest Weasley
pantomime ranting, raving, and hurling abusive words at all of them, Daphne Greengrass silently
climbed up onto Harry’s lap, kissed him hungrily on the lips, and then split open her pussy on his
full sized cock for the second time that day…

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Forty-Five Minutes Later…

When the dust finally settled on the ballroom orgy and Harry finally managed to extricate himself
from the dogpile of fucked silly women that he’d just created, he rose to his feet, Conjured himself
a brand new suit, and then walked over to stand in front of the Weasley family. “Sign the oaths or
Ginny will die barren and alone and I’ll have Bill in Azkaban by the end of the day… And don’t
try to act as if anything I’ve done in the last hour negates your actions or protects you from me. I
sought to punish you all for attacking my wives, which is my right by both law and tradition, and
the entire world already knows that I’m a scoundrel so your gossip means nothing…”

Without another word, Harry levitated the oaths back into the hands of those Weasley’s capable of
rational thought, and then he gave them a very meaningful look. “No screaming, no carrying on,
just the oaths… I’m in a very good mood right now and I don’t want you ruining it…”

One after another, the Weasley family members’ ability to speak was returned, and they recited the
oaths that Harry provided them…

And among their number was a surprise edition in the form of one Ginevra Weasley… who, with
no hope of ever having Harry as a partner… finally, decided to have some common sense…

Bill vomited and then passed out around the time Harry was inseminating Fleur, but he wouldn’t
have made the oaths anyway, so no one even tried to wake him up…

Turning away from the Weasley’s, Harry quickly waved his hands at his women, returning all of
their dresses, hair and makeup back to its earlier pristine condition, and then he channeled a
powerful surge of magic into all of their bodies in order to wake them from their stupor… Within a
matter of just ten to fifteen seconds, Fleur, Gabrielle, Tonks, Hannah, Susan and Daphne were all
rising to their feet, stretching to the ceiling, and checking themselves out… Less than half a minute
later, Harry was removing the Fidelius barrier, and he was emerging back into the public’s eye
with his ladies on his arms…

The Weasley family made as quick an exit as they could, as their dresses and suits were… sticky…
and they weren’t as practiced as Harry at fixing disheveled clothing…

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To Be Continued

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