Chapter 228: • Badass Harry Potter • [Continuation] | END |
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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