Chương 225: 11 - Fleur's Redemption and Gabrielle's "Punishment"
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.
During the plot portion of this chapter, I will have the French characters speak in French first which will be italicized, followed immediately by the English translation in ().
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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…
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