Bab 226: 11 - Fleur's Redemption and Gabrielle's "Punishment" [Continuation]
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…
To be Continued….
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