บท 13: Fleur Delacour Pt. 3
Blushing at the dehumanization and degradation of herself, Fleur can't help but squirm in anticipation and trepidation both. She's fought all her life to be recognized as a person… but at the same time, she's fought against herself on that front as well. And with Harry… with her new Master, she can finally let go, can't she? Licking her lips, the blonde looks up into Harry's eyes and tells the young man the truth.
"M-Master… your v-veela slut has always had a… b-bondage fetish. I would love nothing more than for you to make use of me as you please… my body is yours. My everything is yours."
A chuckle leaves Harry's lips, and he finally pulls his wand back from her chin.
"Well, how can I possibly say no to an invitation like that?"
He twirls that very same wand, and Fleur's eyes go wide as a moment later, her torn and shredded clothing seems to come alive. Only then does Fleur realize that what she'd thought were haphazard, random cuts to her garments were in fact FAR more intentional than she'd ever imagined. The remains of her clothing twines and coils on itself, and within mere moments, its become silken rope, binding her up in such a way that she could never escape.
Fleur's wand falls from nerveless fingers to the floor of the dueling room, even as she herself finds herself suspended from the ceiling, attached there by Harry's magic. With her arms pulled behind her back and her legs bent at the knee and spread wide open, Fleur is completely and utterly exposed as Harry walks around her, enjoying the view. Her torn and shredded garments no longer cover an ounce of her more private areas, her sizable breasts on full display and her sopping wet cunt dripping onto the floor right then and there.
"Well now. Isn't this a pleasant sight."
Harry's wand comes down on her cunt lips, but rather than feeling like a thin stick, it strikes with the force of a paddle. Fleur's eyes go wide, and she squeals in a mixture of pleasure and pleasurable pain, her bound body shaking and shuddering in midair. She's already sweaty from the exertion of their duel, but as Harry continues to lay magical smacks across her exposed flesh with his hand, Fleur can't help but twist this way and that, at times moving INTO the blows, and at others, instinctively moving away.
It feels good. It hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt. Fleur moans wantonly as Harry plays with her, toying with her body to his heart's content.
"The great Fleur Delacour. The Jewel of Beauxbatons. Should I have expected more from you? I must confess… I didn't."
His casual verbal degradation sets Fleur off even more. When he paddles her bottom next, the veela can't hold it in anymore. She squeals and squirts on the spot, shaking and shuddering as her pussy juices splatter across the floor beneath her. Harry just laughs and continues on, a smack here, a degrading comment there. Fleur has never been more humiliated in her life, but she's also never been more aroused.
Only a wizard like Harry could have tamed her. And now that she's found him, Fleur realizes she's not truly as different from any other witch as she originally thought. In the end, Harry was the only one for her… and now here he is, making use of his veela pet however he liked. Fleur enjoys herself immensely, right up until the point where she realizes that Harry isn't… moving things along, so to speak.
He's been toying with and paddling her body for a good thirty minutes when Fleur begins to whine.
"M-Master… p-please…"
Harry stops and comes around to her front, grabbing a fistful of her silvery-blonde hair and dragging it up as he lifts an eyebrow.
"What was that, pet?"
Biting her lower lip to contain the whimper, Fleur squirms in his grasp, knowing what he wants now. It's obvious, if she thinks about it.
"Please… please fuck me?"
Harry's second eyebrow lifts to join the first, and he smiles wickedly.
"That sounded more like a question than a request, slut."
Blushing deeply, Fleur musters her strength and practically bellows out the 'request' Harry wants from her.
"Please Master! Please fuck your worthless little slut-toy to your heart's content! Plow me senseless, pound me until I'm a mewling mess at your feet! Use me, abuse me, just please FUCK ME!!!"
By the time she's done, she's breathing heavily, and her chest is heaving from the exertion. Harry looks somewhat impressed, and when he lets go of her hair and moves to stand behind her swaying, hanging form, Fleur can only hang her head and let out a shuddering sigh of relief. Harry's hands grab at her hips, and the veela moans as she finally gets to feel her master's thick, throbbing prick up against her dripping pussy lips.
Harry pauses for a moment, rubbing his cockhead up and down her sopping slit to gather the wetness he finds there, but before Fleur can beg some more, the powerful wizard thrusts in, and the veela's eyes go wide as her jaw drops open from the sudden sensation of several thick inches of man meat buried deep in her cunt. She'd technically been a virgin, not that Harry would know unless she told him. She'd have to tell him later though, because right now Fleur is beside herself from the pleasure.
There was no hymen to break through, no 'purity' for Harry to claim. Fleur came from a rich family, and horseback riding was one of many hobbies that young well-off girls like Fleur partook in. And when she'd gotten older, fucking herself with thick, vibrating dildos had ALSO been a 'hobby' that Fleur partook in. Even still, this was Fleur's first real cock. And it was magnificent. The veela's eyes roll back in her head when Harry begins to piston in and out of her, and her tongue lulls out of her mouth to slide this way and that along her lips.
It feels so good… soooo goooood. Fleur moans and cries out in equal amounts as Harry grips her by her hips, her ass, even the silk ropes binding her. Whatever catches his fancy, he grabs and pulls as he drags her back and forth along his cock, using her cunt as nothing more than a sleeve for his massive member. Thrusting into Fleur's tight, hot pussy over and over again fills the young wizard with glee and pleasure, and he begins to move faster and faster as he fucks her suspended form.
His cockhead batters down the entrance to her womb in no time, and even that most sacred of places is not safe from Harry's onslaught as he fills it to the brim with dick meat, before pulling out only to do it all over again. Fleur is in heaven. There's no other way to describe the euphoric, ecstatic bliss that overcomes the beautiful veela as she shrieks and screams her praises to her Master and his cock for all to hear.
Whether anyone can actually hear them, up on the seventh floor of the castle, is up for debate. In that moment though, Fleur couldn't have cared less about being found out. The humiliation and embarrassment of being publicly exposed in such a way would certainly be immense… but the satisfaction of knowing every male in Hogwarts would be jealous of her Master, while every female in Hogwarts would be jealous of HER, would be even greater.
Fleur Delacour doesn't do ANYTHING by half. If she's going to be Harry's obedient little veela pet, she's going to do an amazing fucking job of it. Not that she can do much of anything but swing and act as Harry's tight cocksleeve at the moment. But damn it, she does her best at that too! Harry fucks her and fucks her and then fucks her some more, and Fleur moans wantonly all the while, as she cums along his cock time and time again.
Eventually though, her inner walls milk him of his seed. Harry grunts and the veela cries out as one last explosive orgasm rushes through her shaking, spasming form in response to his white, hot cum pumping directly into her needy, fertile womb. She was almost certainly pregnant, right then and there. Perhaps her subconscious had played a trick on her because Fleur had approached Harry at the worst time of the month. Or perhaps it was the best…
Regardless, the child that she would no doubt be carrying for her Master in the coming months was just that… in the coming months. For now, Fleur focused on the present, even as Harry releases her from her bindings and lets her fall to the floor, to her hands and knees at his feet. She doesn't stand up of course. Instead Fleur reaches out and guides Harry's messy cock into her mouth, sucking and slurping and lapping at the mammoth-sized member that her Master was sporting until it was fully clean of their combined juices.
In the meantime, she can feel things attaching to her nipples and clit. Fleur doesn't hesitate for even a moment, but when she's done, she does pull back to look down at the nipple clamps and the clit clamp on her exposed body, and the shining, shimmering thin chain hanging between all three.
Harry grins as he reaches down and tugs at it. Not only does it pull at her nipples and clit, it also shocks her with just a bit of magic. HIS magic. Fleur's eyes go wide, and she shudders as she cums on the spot, her master's magic having far more significance than any other's would, than any normal shock would either.
The collar and leash come next, and Fleur happily moves her hair out of the way, doing it up in a bun with practiced movements as Harry collars her right then and there, truly marking her as his pet, his property. It feels good, to be so casually dominated, so lazily controlled. She was never going to be able to stand up to the magnificent man that now held her leash, both literally and figuratively. It'd been silly for her to even try… but Fleur had to admit that the humiliation and degradation she'd suffered as Harry showed the veela her place had been superb, all the same.
When he puts on the blindfold, the silvery-blonde French witch becomes a bit more confused, her brow furrowing beneath the tight fabric completely blinding her. It was no doubt magical, as everything Harry did was. Even still…
"We're going for a walk, pet. That sounds fun, doesn't it?"
The question is rhetorical, but quite suddenly, Fleur understands the purpose of the blindfold. She shudders at the idea, surprised at how immensely arousing it is. Sure, she'd just been contemplating the thought of her new submissive relationship with Harry being public, but that had just been a thought, a fantasy.
Quite abruptly, it was becoming fantasy, and the naked veela can't help but mewl quietly as Harry pulls her from the Room of Requirement and out into the castle proper. At the very least, there were paintings all around them that could no doubt see her, unless she was quiet enough not to wake them. THAT was quite difficult however, because as her master walked and she crawled beside him, the chain attached to her nipple and clit clamps swayed and shifted beneath her… and even the slightest tug could set off the magical shock enchanted into the clamps themselves.
Needless to say, Fleur left quite the trail of womanly fluids behind her as they went for their jaunty little stroll through the castle. She kept herself as quiet as she could, all while Harry spoke in a casual, calm tone, constantly deriding her and continuing the verbal degradation he'd began back in the Room of Requirement. The humiliation he was putting her through, the insults he was laying on her… it only served to make Fleur all the more aroused.
Eventually, the veela settled into a constant state of euphoria. Pleasure washed over her alongside Harry's words, and while she grew all the more excited at the thought of being discovered, she never truly feared it, not at that point. She was Harry's plaything, his veela pet… and if the whole world knew it, it wouldn't have mattered. Fleur was right where she belonged, on her hands and knees, at her master's side.
They have a few close calls here and there with both Prefects and the Caretaker, Filch. But nothing happens in the end, as Harry manages to avoid them all with ease, time and time again. Fleur hears their voices, her ears straining towards the noises as she listens to them approach… and yet, every time, there's no discovery. No moment of complete and utter shock at the sight of Harry Potter, naked and erect, with the new Assistant Professor also naked, collared and leashed on her hands and knees beside him.
The thought of discovery still carries Fleur through a multitude of orgasms of course, and by the time Harry stops and suddenly pulls her to her feet, she's barely able to stand, let alone walk. Luckily, that's not what her master intends for her. Before Fleur even fully understands what's happening, the powerful young wizard has her in his arms. He impales her on his cock as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His hands grip her fat ass, and Harry starts to bounce her up and down on his dick right then and there.
Fleur completely loses the fight with keeping her voice down at that point. Luckily, they're well away from Filch and the patrolling Prefects as they enter the deserted, empty Great Hall with the silvery-blonde veela squealing and shrieking at the top of her lungs in ecstasy, every single bounce on Harry's cock activating the immensely pleasurable shocks enchanted into the clamps on her nipples and clit.
She cums again and again and again, until eventually Harry reaches the front of the Great Hall, where the staff's dais sits. He takes a step up towards said dais, and Fleur climaxes yet again. Every step Harry takes up those stairs is another orgasm for the fucked silly veela, and even though its only five in the end, it feels like a thousand to Fleur, as Harry finally comes to a stop in front of the staff table, holding her on his cock but no longer fucking her.
A whine leaves Fleur's throat. It's crazy to think that after all this pleasure, she'd still want more, but it's the truth. Fleur doesn't know if she'll ever be satisfied again. Harry has broken her, turned her into some sort of… some sort of…
"Tell me Fleur, what do you think your little sister and your mother would think of how swiftly you turned into a two-bit whore on my cock?"
Y-Yes! That was it… he'd turned her into a whorish little SLUT! Fleur can't help but moan wantonly at the 'two-bit whore' crack, more turned on by that then worried by the rest of Harry's question. Gabrielle… their mother. While her little sister was only a year younger than her, and just as enamored with Harry as Fleur was, in the end the veela was selfish. She didn't want to share. Perhaps that's why she hadn't told Gabrielle of her plans. She certainly hadn't told their mother, Apolline.
Whatever would they think of her? Fleur considers for a moment… and then realizes that the answer is obvious.
"I don't… mm, I don't care, Master. I c-could, oooh, care less what they think of me, of what I've, mm, become. T-They should be… so lucky to be part of your harem, Master~ N-No one… not even a veela, could ever deny you, could ever, hah, deny your aura."
"Oh? Aura?"
Fleur bobs her head up and down as she nibbles at her lower lip, the blindfold still leaving her in the dark, quite literally. Except… not really, because of one amazing thing.
"Y-Yes! I can… I can feel it, sense it, even now Master! You're so bright… like a beacon in the darkness. Your magic washes over me, caresses me… controls me. I love it. I love the feel of your pure, raw power at the nape of my neck, reminding me of my place!"
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