Slave(18+)

Gabrielle was seething as she observed the entire scene in the Shell Cottage drawing-room. Fleur's husband was sitting in a corner and jerking off pathetically as he watched his own wife go down on an enormous penis. And that wasn't even the truly galling part – the worst part was that the enormous penis belonged to a certain Harry Potter. The man Gabrielle had the biggest crush on.

The fury that had built up over sixteen years of being denied what she desired in favour of making way for her elder sister, of watching her father buy trinkets for her sister as she stood forlornly on the side, of broken dreams of being accepted as a daughter as opposed to a freak… all of it came crashing down in an instant, working her up more than her grandmother's slaps did in a week of training.

Yet again, Fleur had snatched away something that she desired. Only, this time, there was no Jean Delacour to glance at her with disdain when she protested. Her aura flared and Fleur's weak-minded fool of a husband creamed himself and fainted like an idiot.

Gabrielle scoffed and entered the room. The gazes of the rutting couple on the couch both snapped around to face her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Gabrielle screamed. "Slut!"

Fleur cringed and tried to move off Harry, but his hands snapped onto her hips and he held her in place. Gabrielle's eyes involuntarily went down to the junction where her sister's clean-shaven crotch met Harry and gulped.

Fleur's plump lips were stretched wider than Gabrielle had even thought a pussy could stretch and the ridge where Harry's enormous dome met his fat rod was just outside Fleur's gaping quim. And his pole gleamed so enticingly in the bright light of the room – Fleur's pussy was gushing over his penis.

"Gabby," Fleur gasped, "Go away."

Gabrielle gritted her teeth. "I'm not fucking off anywhere," she said crossly.

Fleur was now squirming as she tried to get out of Harry's iron grip and bent over, clutching onto his shoulders for support as her twat began churning out fluids at a greater pace.

Despite herself, Gabrielle felt her face flush and her nipples harden. Her elder slut of a sister seemed to be drooling with her pussy now – Harry's shaft was practically coated with Fleur's arousal, and Fleur had yet to sink down on his pole.

Then, Harry said in a low husky voice that sent shivers up Gabrielle's spine, "Come sit down, Gabby."

Fleur chimed in and gasped out, "No. Gabby… go… to…your room."

That settled it. Gabrielle walked straight over to the couch and sat down primly on its edge, at least two feet away from the couple. And then blushed as she saw the rutting couple in all their glory.

Fleur's clit – a vestige of her veela heritage – was poking right out through her plump lips, looking absurdly tiny against the endless shaft it lay flush against. Her sister was clearly aroused. Such a slut, Gabrielle thought grumpily.

And then she squeaked as her clothes suddenly vanished, leaving nary a trace of fibre on her body. Gabrielle frantically tried to cover up as she moved to the edge of the couch, but Harry stopped her with a word,

"Don't." She stared at Harry – he was obviously the one that had vanished her clothes (how had he done that?) and his eyes seemed to radiate power.

Her crush warred with her sense of shame. Eventually, her crush won out.

And Gabrielle obeyed. Slowly, hesitantly, she put her hands down and went back to her sitting position, her nipples standing to attention. Gabrielle knew her sister was at least a cup size above her(just one more thing her sister had that she didn't), but she had long since come to terms with it. However, it was the fact that Harry was looking at her, awed, that truly got her going.

"Non," Fleur moaned, "'Arry… look… at… me, please."

And Harry pulled on Fleur's hips. Fleur's protests died on her lips as she sank down on Harry's rod with a single thrust. It scraped her clit and smashed straight into her cervix and Fleur came with a shudder.

Both Gabrielle and Harry, who were staring at each other, glanced at Fleur in surprise. Harry obviously did not know that Fleur was so close to the edge. Fleur's plump lips were now squirming around the base of his shaft, rubbing against his balls as she seemed to leak and shudder and moan.

"Zis… is… biggest… cock," Fleur groaned as her convulsions wound down and she collapsed against Harry's body.

Her tongue lolled out and she lapped at Harry's face. He turned his head towards Gabrielle with an amused glance as Fleur licked around his ear. Gabrielle simply glared as she strove to maintain the control she so cherished.

"Bitch," Gabrielle snarled.

"'Arry's bitch," Fleur moaned out happily and Gabrielle gritted her teeth, even as her nipples hardened at the words.

Harry just grinned at Gabrielle and pulled Fleur's hips up again, his muscles bunching up as he worked her pussy up against his shaft, leaving a trail of her cum all over his cock.

"No, not ready!" Fleur moaned out as her body started spasming again.

And then Harry let go of Fleur's hips again. Her legs, which were against the couch, refused to work, and Fleur just collapsed back down on Harry's shaft, her pussy making a squelching sound as it made room for his pole, which slammed deep inside Fleur's vagina again.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Fleur screamed, "I'm cumming! Yes Yes! … again!" as her orgasm just seemed to go on.

"No!" Gabrielle gasped and moved to stop Fleur – she didn't want to see this… didn't want to see her sister ride a man she wanted, so as Harry pulled Fleur up again, Gabrielle snapped her palms around Harry's shaft just underneath Fleur's twat, intending to stop her sister from being impaled again on his shaft.

And then she gaped – she hadn't realized how enormous that rod was – as her fingers struggled to encircle even half of Harry's meat.

"Shit," Gabrielle gasped and then Fleur screamed the same word as she was impaled again, despite Gabrielle's efforts.

Fleur's clit bashed against Gabrielle's hands, and both Fleur's shuddering quim and Gabrielle's soft hands slid down Harry's shaft until Gabrielle's hands were resting on his balls.

Fleur screamed as the sensation of Gabrielle's hand smashing against her clit just as she impaled herself on Harry's fat cock sent her careening off to yet another high and she creamed all over her little sister's hands.

Gabrielle both saw her sister's pussy gush out a river of juices and felt it splatter all over her hands, and she grew even more aroused. Gabrielle needed what her sister was getting, she wanted it.

For not the first time in her life, Gabrielle wanted what her sister had and wanted it bad. Only, this time, there was no one to dissuade Gabrielle from throwing a tantrum, nor anyone for snatching Fleur's toy away.

"That's more like it!" Harry said triumphantly, "Stroke my shaft as your sister swallows it with her pussy!"

Gabrielle blushed – she really hadn't intended to join in, but now that he'd invited her, she would. She would show Harry what a real veela could do, as opposed to a human-like Fleur (quarter-veela being an absurd technicality for a woman who only possessed a fraction of Gabrielle's aura).

Suddenly, Harry rose up, grabbing onto Fleur's ass and mauling her fleshy cheeks as he held her flush against the base of his shaft. Gabrielle's hands slid off and she gaped as her crush kissed her older sister with his shaft sheathed inside Fleur's dripping pussy.

Fleur was still shuddering and quivering and her legs were crossed behind Harry as she was held in the air by her own hands curled around Harry's neck and Harry's strong grip on her ass. Gabrielle watched open-mouthed as she saw Harry's and Fleur's open mouths suckle on the other's lips, their tongues swirling together with lust and passion.

And then, their mouths pulled off with a slurp and Harry commanded Fleur to step down and turn around. Fleur obeyed and bent over with her ass to Harry. Harry steered Fleur so that she was face to face with the seated Gabrielle and then pushed.

And suddenly, Fleur was hugging Gabrielle. Fleur was bent over, her face right against Gabrielle's, her right cheek flush against Gabrielle's own. Fleur was staring with glazed eyes at the back of the couch on which Gabrielle was seated and the young half-veela was staring straight over Fleur's shoulder at Harry. Harry grinned at Gabrielle and raised his massive shaft with his right hand.

And then, wielding his cock like a stick, he smacked Fleur's right ass cheek with it, jiggling it with the force of his cockslap. Fleur squealed in Gabrielle's ear delightedly. And then, as Gabrielle gaped, Harry started slapping Fleur's ass silly with his fat cock, jiggling her cheeks almost continuously as he alternated one cheek after the other and Gabrielle's right ear resonated with her sister's high-pitched joyous squeals.

And then, Harry reached right over Fleur's back, his slick cock sliding against her ass, as he grabbed Fleur's rich golden mane and pulled. Fleur's face snapped back and she was now eye to eye with Gabrielle.

And then, Gabrielle saw Harry push and his cock disappeared into Fleur's folds again, although Gabrielle could not see the penetration. But Gabrielle knew Harry had sunk his cock into Fleur's pussy because her sister got that look on her face again – the silly, triumphant grin and the glazed eyes that made Gabrielle both aroused and mad. Fleur moaned right in Gabrielle's face.

Gabrielle let Fleur's pleasant breath wash over her as Harry started pounding in. Fleur was still holding onto Gabrielle's shoulders and started pushing and pulling, moving Gabrielle back and forth as she got fucked.

"OUI, OUI!" Fleur started screaming with each thrust of Harry's enormous shaft and ripple of her bouncing ass as Harry's hips met Fleur's buttocks with a series of resounding claps, "AAAAAAH!"

Fleur was soon screaming and drooling right in Gabrielle's face as they both moved back and forth; Gabrielle had anchored herself into the couch and her own hands were braced against the backrest, but the force of Harry's pounding was such that Gabrielle could not help but collide with the back of the couch, only to bounce right back as he pulled out of Fleur. And her sister was screaming in her face the whole time, her hot breath washing over Gabrielle.

And it just went on and on, until Gabrielle's back grew sour with the constant thrusts into the couch. After nearly twenty minutes of pounding, Fleur began shuddering and quivering all over Gabrielle's shoulders, her fingers clawing lightly on Gabrielle's neck and her eyes rolling up in her head.

"I can't stand it anymore!" Fleur screamed, "'Arry! Please! Cannot… take… much… more… PLEASE!"

And the last word extended into a full-throated scream as Fleur seemed to have her biggest orgasm yet. Gabrielle saw Harry grin behind Fleur and then pull out. And Fleur seemed to collapse and continue to shudder on the ground, curling up into a fetal position. Gabrielle couldn't help but grin at the helpless position.

"Bitch," Gabrielle murmured.

After several minutes of shuddering on the ground, Fleur seemed to fall into something resembling a coma. Gabrielle couldn't help but stare at her sister's plump pussy lips, which seemed to be gasping and quivering, open-mouthed and pulverized by Harry's rod.

Harry seemed to conjure a wand out of thin air as he floated the comatose Fleur over to the couch right beside Gabrielle, where the older woman just curled up into the couch. Gabrielle just gaped at this casual display of wandless magic – where had he even conjured the wand from?

And then the thought died as Harry moved towards her with his enormous rod waving eagerly, pointing high up into the air. There were fluids dripping this way and that as the cock bounced with Harry's every step – Gabrielle could only assume it was Fleur's juices and spit because Harry did not look like he had cum yet.

And as if confirming her assumption, Harry said, "Care to finish what your sister started?"

Gabrielle kept her legs firmly closed as her pussy gushed and her clit hardened. Gabrielle then placed both hands on her crotch, hiding it from Harry's view with an "eep" as she stared into his feral, but mesmerizing green eyes.

"Your sister," Harry said lightly as he simply stood before her with a massive erection, "Is what the guys at Hogwarts used to call a good, hard fuck. You pound her silly for the better part of an hour and that's all there is to it. Any longer, and you get bored. Any less, and she leaves unsatisfied."

Harry looked over at Fleur. "Well, she seems pretty satisfied, don't you think?"

Gabrielle glanced at Fleur and her swollen pussy briefly and then looked back at Harry. She said nothing.

"But you," Harry said, looking straight at her, "You are what I call a long, erotic fuck. You're exotic – a veela. You deserve so much more than that."

"Yes," Gabrielle breathed, "So… much… more… than… 'er…"

Harry seemed amused. "Ah, so there's friction between sisters, eh? No matter, I shall show you a world of pleasure, Gabrielle, if you'll only let me."

His voice softened at the end and he knelt in front of Gabrielle, his knees on the ground in front of her as she sat on the couch. Those green eyes seemed to look into her soul as he just held her gaze.

And Gabrielle couldn't take it anymore. She wanted what her sister had, needed it, craved it. And she deserved it, much more so than her utter slut of a sister. So she took her hands off her crotch and spread her legs wide as she pushed her hips forward along the couch.

Harry looked down. "Well," he said, his tone light, "This is new."

***

Harry stared at Gabrielle's crotch.

Gabrielle squeaked in alarm as she tried to close her legs again, but Harry's hands snapped into place along her inner thighs as he kept them apart. Gabrielle blushed and looked down at her own vaginal lips.

Where a human woman would have a clitoris, she had a long tubular filament, about half an inch thick and three inches long - as big as Gabrielle's little finger, Harry surmised – apparently sprouting right above her opening, fleshy pink in colour and immensely sensitive, judging by how it was quivering as Harry blew upon it.

"It is called a… stamen," Gabrielle said in one breath, anxious to find out if her crush was disgusted or not, "It… it is a veela growth."

"Ah," Harry said, remembering what Bill had said, "Veela grow a protuberance when… they are aroused, I presume. You discharge a genetic material through this tube into other veela, in case you decide to make a full veela."

Gabrielle just nodded and blushed. "Oh don't worry, Gabrielle," Harry said casually, "I'm just surprised. It's… beautiful."

Gabrielle stared at him with disbelieving eyes. At that moment, it struck Harry how closely she resembled her older sister. The same pert, avian nose, the same azure blue eyes, the pouty lips and the utterly beautiful face – they were all there.

However, Fleur's nose was a little too long, her lips a little too plump and her left eye was a bit more skewed than her right. And those imperfections only served to enhance Fleur's beauty.

Gabrielle's features, on the other hand, were perfect. Like she was designed to be utterly, devastatingly beautiful. Her long, blonde hair sparkled and glimmered with a beauty that Fleur's hair did not even come close to matching.

He supposed her perfectly symmetrical features should have place Gabrielle in some sort of uncanny valley, but they did not – and he could pinpoint exactly why that was. All around her, rippling with repressed energy was a sense of magic.

The notorious veela aura, that Gabrielle had just used to devastating effect to make Bill go to sleep, hung around her, tightly controlled but immensely powerful. And Harry loved that feeling.

Harry grinned and just dove in.

***

Gabrielle was seeing stars in five minutes flat. Harry had licked and lapped at her, teasing around her incredibly sensitive stamen – as sensitive as a human woman's clitoris, but larger and packed with more nerve endings – and then delved into her with his tongue.

And had continued to do so for a while before he found a spot inside her that she loved. She squealed as he scoped it out, then he grinned around her plump lips and his tongue started to vibrate, all the while licking away at that spot.

And her twat gushed and pumped out fluid all over her lover's immensely talented tongue. His nose was pushing her stamen this way and that as he slurped away at her gushing pussy.

"Oh yes!" Gabrielle cried as she quivered around Harry. She clutched at his head and tried to draw him even deeper into her cunt. "Make me cum! Make me cum!"

Her stamen was stiffer than ever – Gabrielle had had several orgasms before by virtue of her own fingers, but never as intense as this. And from what she could tell, it would only get more intense from here.

Harry drew away from her twat with a slurp. "So," Harry said idly as he looked at her still shuddering quim, "How does the stamen discharge genetic material exactly?"

Gabrielle moaned as she struggled to come down from her orgasm. She was slowly losing control and she knew it. "Veela… 'ave a set of glands," she panted, her brain struggling to come up with the information through her haze, "They… ooze… the… material… when… aroused."

And sure enough, the tip of the stamen, which had grown into a minuscule bulb started oozing a fluid that looked quite similar to her vaginal juices. The drops of fluid started dripping right back down the slim tube and down the edge of her cunt lips.

"Interesting," Harry said idly and Gabrielle realized how hilarious this discussion was. He was kneeling before her with an enormous erection discussing veela physiology while staring at her drooling twat and leaking stamen.

Without warning, Harry suddenly hooked his hands underneath her legs and stood up so that her feet were right around his shoulders. And then something enormous pushed against her pussy, spreading her plump lips apart deliciously and Gabrielle moaned, "���Arry!"

She looked down and almost came at the sight of Harry's fat cockhead parting her twat with its stout girth. Her stiff, leaking stamen was now flush against his unyielding cockhead, looking impossibly tiny next to that enormous meat pole.

And Harry took a hold of his cock with his right hand and teased up her relatively tiny stamen and Gabrielle groaned at the sensation. Then Harry stroked the tip of his cock against her lower lips, tracing the rims of her weeping cunt with the tip of his cock.

"HARRY!" Gabrielle pleaded in desperation, "Please!"

"Oh?" Harry asked, "You want this cock in you, Gabrielle?"

"YES!" Gabrielle moaned as Harry started pushing ever so slightly against her pussy, sinking into it a millimetre before pulling right back out.

She was squirming on her seat now, begging for that meat to plunge into her horny twat.

And then Gabrielle let go of her aura again, as she did earlier, only trying to egg Harry on, using her magic to her advantage as she seldom had before.

It was like throwing her magic against an unyielding wall. Her aura, springing forward in a tightly controlled manner, seemed to meet a well of power.

"Tch, tch," Harry said, "Oh Gabby, you silly little girl."

***

Harry felt her aura spring forward as it tried to force him to bend to his will. Only, he reached out with his own power, stomping her aura into the ground. He grinned as Gabrielle moaned, her twat shuddering right around his crown, and then latched onto Gabrielle's retreating aura. She tried to pull it back into her rapidly and Harry just followed it back to its source.

As he had expected, Gabrielle's aura was tightly wound up – he smirked and decided the veela needed a bit of loosening up. So he searched around, poking and prodding at her magic and discovered numerous chains and locks that the girl must have taken years to forge. He got the sense that all of these blocks, self-imposed though they were, had been forged subconsciously and intuitively.

He was getting a sense of where Gabrielle was coming from – obviously, the nature of the birth had not sat well with her parents (or perhaps just her father), from what Bill had told him. And that had led to no small amount of neglect, which had forced Gabrielle to impose locks unconsciously upon her own aura, locking her presence in and taming magic that was supposed to be free. I'm familiar with the situation, Harry thought dryly.

So Harry reached out with tentacles of power and held onto every lock he could find with his magic. And then pulled.

***

Gabrielle frantically tried to withdraw her aura as she felt Harry's power grow; his eyes blazed with untamed magic and the loose objects in the room started shuddering in place. Suddenly, she felt his magic poke into her aura almost painfully, seizing it in places that hurt.

And then the air shimmered and Gabrielle moaned in relief – she felt as if someone had just popped a dozen knots in her back she had not even realized she had. Like her magic was a muscle that was loosening up after a vigorous massage. Dimly, she realized she was beginning to let go, just like her grandmother and mother had said.

And she came with a vengeance, her pussy shuddering as it grasped at Harry's dome, trying to encourage it to move in. A dozen bottled emotions burst forth in a hurry – Gabrielle alternated between rage, sorrow and utter bliss – bliss being the most prominent among them.

She was… free.

***

Gabrielle drew up and bent over nearly double as she tried to shower Harry's face with happy kisses. Her legs were still around Harry's shoulders. She pushed her legs down his shoulders to the sides, Harry hooked his hands up and her legs dropped onto his forearms. She hugged Harry around the neck as he sheathed himself completely in her vagina.

He had no idea why Gabrielle was so happy at the moment – he had merely helped her loosen up (or so he thought). And then her twat gushed as she came and Harry really had no idea why that had just happened. He had barely moved. So he happily plunged right in and gasped at the sensation of her fluttering pussy.

It was amazing inside her. Her inner walls were inhumanly silky… velvet, wet flesh parting smoothly as he entered and then hugging his shaft in a manner he had not even experienced with another woman. So this is what a veela is like, he thought.

And their lips met – her tongue duelled his and then surrendered as he plundered her mouth. He was loving the sensation of her pussy – it was unlike anything he had experienced before. And he knew it was not because Gabrielle knew how to control her inner walls; he was obviously her first.

But it was intuitive, the way her walls slid aside as his cock pushed in, only to tighten with amazing control as he sheathed himself completely. And then, as he pulled out, her wet twat hugged his cock as if not wanting to let it go after welcoming it inside so smoothly. It was amazing. This was the perhaps the best cunt he had experienced – only Hermione's incredibly tight quim matched up to it in terms of sheer pleasure.

His balls were slapping against her ass and him pistoned in and out of her smoothly and Gabrielle moaned against his mouth, kissing him for all she was worth. Incredulously, he noted that both Fleur and Bill were not even stirring and the room was practically echoing with the slap of his flesh against Gabrielle.

Time to take this upstairs, he thought.

***

Gabrielle's legs were in the air, held up by Harry's hands and her mouth was furiously engaged with his, but the only sensation she truly felt at that moment was that of his cock finding its home in her pussy. Her stamen rubbed against his enormous shaft and then pushed up against Harry's tummy as he slammed in and then slid back along with his slimy cock, oozing her stuff all the way.

Dimly, she registered that the scene around her was shifting and changing rapidly. Her sister and the sitting room had faded away to give way to the staircase going up to the second floor and then, suddenly, they were in the guest bedroom, right beside the bed.

"You… left… Fleur… downstairs?" she choked out in between gasps as she pulled her lips off Harry's.

Harry shrugged.

"Thought her husband would love seeing his thoroughly fuck-silly wife on the couch," he said.

"So… naughty," Gabrielle gasped and smiled.

And then Harry pushed her up against the wall and started really pounding her. Her legs went limp and her chokehold around Harry tightened as she screamed out at yet another orgasm. And then something inside her flared and she pushed.

***

Harry gasped as Gabrielle seemed to burst off the wall, throwing both of them down onto the large bed behind them. He sank down on his back onto the soft bedding and Gabrielle bounced atop him, her breasts jiggling delightedly as she rode him, her pussy still milking his cock in a delightfully refreshing fashion. He grinned at the feeling, reached up and squeezed her breasts, pulling at her nipples and palming her heaving bosom.

"I am veela!" Gabrielle screeched as her cunt quivered and she came again with a flurry of fluids.

And the air seemed to thrum with the sensation of powerful magic. Gabrielle's golden, sparking hair turned dull, then shimmered forest green. Her back arched and feathers of the same forest green colour seemed to sprout all over her body.

Her hands grew out and sharpened into claws. Gabrielle's feet squeezed underneath Harry's lower back, getting between him and the bed, as they grew into talons.

Emerald scales sprouted everywhere on her slender limbs and her face morphed. Her nose and mouth grew out, hardening and forming a cruel, curved beak and her eyes seemed to sparkle with an unholy light. And that was when the wings sprouted.

Harry gaped. The wingspan was enormous and the wings were utterly gorgeous. Softy, white downy feathers covered the entire field of his vision and Gabrielle transformed from a woman of heavenly beauty to a fiercely beautiful creature of unearthly majesty, his cock still sheathed inside her. Like a mythical dryad – like nature-given flesh.

The wings flapped and Harry felt the air churn around him as she rose into the air, pulling him up with her in a display of inhuman strength. Her cunt, now covered with tiny feathers on the outside, was choking his dick. It was as if she was a predator, taking him – a hapless prey – to her nest, to ruin and use.

Well, he was no hapless prey. Harry just grinned, pulled down, pushing her talons under his back down slightly in the process and then thrust upwards, fucking her in mid-air. The sensation was incredible – a fully transformed Gabrielle was holding Harry in mid-air as he continued spearing in and out of her deliciously tight cunt, in short, powerful jabs.

"I feel like I'm floating!" Harry crowed, "Floating… and fucking."

Gabrielle's beak opened and she let out a screech like a bird of prey, as her cunt shuddered yet again around Harry's shaft. She was cumming, again. And then Gabrielle descended as she came around his cock, plunging them back down on the bed.

Her wings shrunk and retreated into her back, her feathers disappeared and her hair turned back to its lustrous golden hue. The magic in the air simmered down and Gabrielle came down from her high as she sank down on his shaft, now looking utterly human, if inordinately beautiful.

She was staring at him wide-eyed as she just sat on his cock and stared. "Did… I… transform?" she gasped, wide-eyed, her pussy still wet and quivering around his shaft and her stamen still erect as it pressed into his abs.

Harry nodded. She slumped forward onto his chest and kissed him.

"I transformed!" she cheered between kisses, "I transformed!"

The happiness was infectious. "Thank you, thank you!" Gabrielle said as she kissed Harry deeply, their tongues entwining and curling around each other for nearly a minute before she withdrew.

And then she paused. "Harry," she said, "I… love you."

Harry just grinned and flipped them over so that she was beneath him. And then proceeded to grind her, his cock spreading and pushing the insides of her vagina deliciously as he rotated his hips. She moaned and they kissed again.

"You're utterly gorgeous," Harry murmured, "Even when you transform… my winged angel."

***

Gabrielle had no idea how long they continued to make love. Harry just pushed her walls this way and that as he ground against her ever so pleasurably, then pounded into her, his slick cock sliding in and out of her pussy with abandon and then lifted her hips as he knelt and angled his cock right into her g-spot. She came countless times as he made love to her for what seemed like hours.

I have learned to let go, Gabrielle thought happily, Let go of my own magic. Let go of my true self.

And then she looked at the man who was making love to her. But I am never letting go of him, she decided, making a vow to herself. Harry was hers and she was his.

And they made love all night. Gabrielle slipped in and out of her pleasurable daze, sometimes cumming violently as he pounded her into the bed and sometimes drawing out her orgasm as he teased it out of her with a slow grind. He used her, turned her this way and that.

Fucked her with him on top, then asked her to mount him as he slammed his hips into her pussy, stretching her twat out deliciously. Then she was on her side, curling up as he sheathed himself in her vagina from behind.

Their bodies moulded against each other as he speared into her vagina, slowly pushing in and out. His enormous shaft never left her tight, inhuman cunt that night.

Eventually, night gave way to dawn as sunlight filtered in through the curtained windows. And Harry's pace sped up for the umpteenth time. Gabrielle's throat was raw from screaming and squealing and groaning all night so she just panted as Harry pounded in and out of her for what seemed like an entire lifetime of pleasure.

And then his balls pulsed against her ass and he discharged spurt after spurt of semen into her womb.

"I… love… you," Gabrielle murmured as she fell asleep.

***

A few hours later

Harry sat on the couch, his head in his hands as he stared down at the floor in front of Bill and Fleur.

He had gotten up that morning in mounting horror as he woke up next to Gabrielle. Crap, he realized with a start, I just cheated on Ginny. Crap.

Sure, he had done Molly without Ginny's knowledge – but Ginny had given her permission in her mother's case. The same applied to both Hermione and Fleur. But Harry just knew there was no way in hell Ginny would ever have consented to him making love to an unattached veela.

He realized, with a sinking sensation, that he had utterly and completely lost control. He had done stuff to Gabrielle's magic… although, she did seem happy about that as she slept with a contented smile beside him. He had acted on instinct he did not even know he possessed, forcing his company on Bill and then banging his wife.

Granted, Bill had given him permission, but Harry was sure Bill had not planned on Harry banging his wife in the middle of their sitting room. And then Harry had cheated on Bill's sister with his sister-in-law.

Oh, crap, Harry thought again, what have I done?

And so, he was sat in front of a very confused, but thankfully dressed Bill and Fleur, ready to apologize.

"Harry," Bill said, "It's okay. I asked you for this – and I really enjoyed it."

Then Bill looked around confused at Fleur and then at Harry. "Although, I think I fainted in the middle."

Fleur just nodded and blushed. "Yes," she said demurely, "You fainted. It didn't go on for much longer though."

Bill just smiled and nodded as Harry gaped at Fleur. Oh, it went on for much longer, he thought, much much longer. Fleur was lying.

"Well, Harry," Bill said, striding up to him, "It's okay. I definitely want an encore, and I suppose Fleur does too. So relax. You did not do anything I hadn't asked for. This was a novel experience for us, and it's okay that you went a bit overboard. I enjoyed it.

"Now," Bill continued, looking around at the clock above the hearth, "I have to go to the office to finish up some pesky paperwork."

"Yeah," Harry said morosely, as he got up, "I have to get back to the Burrow."

Bill winked at him. "Awesome," he said, "Let me just go get changed and we'll leave by Floo." And Bill trudged upstairs.

Harry smoothed his clothes as he looked nervously at a blushing Fleur.

"'Arry," Fleur said, "Bill is right. It is okay."

Harry just stared at her. She blushed again. "I did not mind," she said, "I loved it. It was the best night of my life. And if Bill accepts, you will be here again."

But then her eyes snapped up to meet his. They narrowed, "Although," she said, "I do not think I appreciate what you did with Gabby."

Harry just put his head in his hands again.

"But it is okay," Fleur said and sighed, "Gabrielle has a powerful aura. Bill does not know why he fainted, but I do. My 'usband does not need to know. But she commanded him."

Harry nodded.

"Just like she seduced you," Fleur said decisively.

Harry stared at her, startled by her false deduction. He could see why she had arrived at that conclusion, but it just was not true. He opened his mouth to protest, but Fleur continued, cutting him off, "I am very disappointed in her, using her wiles like that. I shall see to it that she learns what happened today was a mistake.

"I did not want Bill to know, and you don't have to let Ginny know either," Fleur said.

Oh, Fleur, Harry thought morosely, it's convenient that you believe your sister controlled me. But it's inconvenient that I still have a conscience. And it's inconvenient that I know for a fact that your sister did not control me. I controlled HER. And then probably snapped her aura loose, from what I remember.

But Harry just nodded. Bill descended down the stairs and they both went down the corridor and into the Floo.

***

Hermione Granger was troubled. She was fast discovering that she had absolutely nothing in common with her boyfriend. And they were growing further and further apart. The only time they seemed to come together was at night, when she snuck into Ron's room and he proceeded to try and get her to "tell him how amazing Harry was" as he sat and masturbated in a corner.

It was sad. And utterly pathetic. She supposed some would tell her she had the best of both worlds – a caring boyfriend who let her sleep with a gifted lover from time to time. Only, her boyfriend wasn't caring at all. He had forgotten all about Valentine's Day and often tried to delight her with his Quidditch exploits, or tales of Chudley Cannons matches.

He said he was going to be a Quidditch Keeper – a career trajectory she had no interest in following. And she was slowly beginning to realize, from her single encounter with him earlier last year that it would be easy to lean the other way. Easy to fall in love with her other best friend. And as the days passed, more and more of her leaned towards that option.

Only, Harry had surprised her with how cold he had been after their phenomenal session of love-making. No cuddling, no hugging, nothing. He called her beautiful and gorgeous and treated her as if she was precious while he was making love to her, but then left her guzzling his cum on the bed and just… left.

The problem was, Hermione could not tell apart romance and raw sex. They were one in her mind – she was a die-hard romantic and could not imagine why she and Harry had truly connected during their session if they did not love each other.

And she could not see why Ginny would let him do her if the redhead loved him. Hermione had flat out asked Ginny one day about the whole business, and Ginny had lightly told her Harry is quite capable of telling apart love and sex. And that Hermione should feel lucky at securing the attention of two men. Harry apparently loved Ginny. Hermione had been just sex.

That sent the bushy-haired girl into quite a rage. She stormed off and did not speak to Ginny for days.

But it troubled her that Ginny could be right. Either way, Hermione was still with Ron… her mind was not yet made up.

Although a part of Hermione did know her current relationship would not last. "And then," she murmured ominously, "It's open season on Harry Potter."

Ginny would rue the day she told Hermione the brown-haired bookworm was second in Harry's heart. In the meantime though, Hermione would take full advantage of Ginny's permission to fuck Harry – she could not wait for Harry to return.

***

Gabrielle was amused by her sister's vehemence. Her sister had entered her room only to receive a face full of Gabrielle's aura. Fleur just stood, slack-jawed, at the door as Gabrielle giggled. Then her sister had snapped to attention and proceeded to scold Gabrielle for controlling Harry the previous night.

As if she could control Harry Potter! Gabrielle thought incredulously. Harry had utterly and completely dominated her, but more than that, while he had dominated her body, he had set her spirit free. She was utterly his for just that. He had shown her a world of pleasure and unleashed her transformation, all in a single night.

It was ridiculous how much power she sensed around him. And she wanted more of that – she was addicted to that feeling of raw power. She had listened to her sister's scolds and rants like a good little veela, then smirked behind her sister's back as Fleur left.

"Bitch," Gabrielle snarled and then turned to the window.

Fleur also saw fit to tell her that the Weasleys would be having an Easter dinner soon, right before Gabrielle had to go back to Beauxbatons. Gabrielle was to accompany them, but not engage with Harry at all.

But Gabrielle was free now. And with that freedom came an indomitable wish to pursue her chosen mate. She had decided upon Harry Potter and would be damned if she didn't at least try to win his heart. First, though, Gabrielle had to confront Ginny Weasley.

***

Harry stood in the shower and just soaked in the sensation of warm, soothing droplets caressing his skin. He cringed as he thought of Ginny's reaction at his confession – he had come straight to the Burrow and confessed to Ginny about Gabrielle.

And Ginny had utterly and completely blown her lid. The entire Burrow would have heard their argument if it wasn't for some quick wand work on Harry's part. Ginny screamed at him for nearly half an hour and slammed her fists futilely against his chest in rage.

Harry discovered, almost with detached curiosity, that the horror that had possessed him all morning – and had prompted him to confess to Ginny as well as apologize to Bill and Fleur – had utterly and completely disappeared now. The Elder Wand had allowed him some respite but was now back, and he thought he knew why.

The Elder Wand had screamed at him to soak himself in blood and sex. And once he had engaged in the battle with the giants and then proceeded to shag both Fleur and Gabrielle through the entire night, the Elder Wand had stopped trying to influence him and his true feelings had returned.

Or so Harry thought. The truth was he did not know if he was the one in control any more. Was the Elder Wand his master? Or was he the Wand's master? Where did its influence end and his true feelings begin? How had Dumbledore even kept the Elder Wand from influencing him? Was there a way to stop it? Was there a way to tame it?

He needed answers. He wanted to be the one in control – the bloodlust was his to use, a tool to be used as he saw fit.

Harry stepped out of the shower and into the guest bedroom of the Burrow (Ron and Hermione were upstairs, and Harry had no wish to be persuaded into another weird shagging session), draped in a towel and trying to come up with a plan of action to probe the secrets of the Elder Wand when he was confronted by Ginny. And she was completely naked.

With a determined tilt of her chin, she strode right up to him and pulled the towel off his waist. She proceeded to massage his penis with both hands.

"I was hurt, Harry," Ginny said, looking straight into his eyes, "I want you to love only me. I don't care who you fuck on the side, I want you to know I am yours. And you are mine. There is no one else in your heart. I don't want there to be anyone else."

Harry nodded mutely.

"So," Ginny continued, between kisses along the sides of his face and along his neck, "You're going to tell me exactly what the little veela fangirl did – every, single, dirty detail - and I'm going to show you exactly why that little French slut isn't worth your time."

And she went down on her knees. Harry moaned as she suckled his penis.

"The circle," said Ginny, as she drew off with a pop, "Begins and ends... with me. Just. Me. And don't you forget it."

Well, he thought as Ginny went down again, At least we're not splitting up. I can always worry about the Elder Wand later.