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Demelza thought she was going to explode. Despite Ginny, Hermione, and Luna's attempts to prepare her, there was no preparing for the surge of magic that tore through her, forever altering her. But the magic was nothing, nothing compared to how it felt when it had done its job.

Awareness of Harry cascaded through her mind like a supernova. He was overwhelming, she felt like she was going to melt in a puddle next to him- his formidable force of will, his courage, his nobility, his kindness. They were all things she'd already known and loved about him, but they were made more real by feeling them for herself. He was every bit the man she'd known he was. "Master… master." She croaked, both in her head and aloud, trying to push across how she felt in that moment with the only word she believed did it justice.

Her master looked down at her, his eyes glowing with affection that Demelza could now feel. She could feel how he loved her, his protectiveness and care, how he adored her. His hand cupped her cheek and his lips brushed against her forehead, and in a flash, Demelza was aware that she could feel those actions from his perspective.

She could feel his body… his cock, still mostly hard and pressed against her stomach and oh my god. Her attention had just made it twitch and stiffen all the more, and Demelza got her first taste of what her master felt like when aroused. He was hard, throbbing with an intense male need to penetrate, to take and plunder her wet holes, the rut into her until that need was satisfied and he pumped his seed into her. She wanted to, no, needed to worship it.

She could barely even feel her own body, only what she needed to service him. She could, however, feel her master's body in complete detail. She knew he had shifted to a kneeling position, and awkwardly adjusted herself so that she could lower her mouth onto his cock. Normally, sucking his cock would have been a turn on, Demelza would have felt that familiar neediness in her core and the tingle in her clit and would have to resist the urge to touch herself. Now, however, whatever her own body was feeling was a faint shadow. Even if her master had turned her around and fucked her, her own orgasm would have been felt as a distant echo compared to the fiery inferno of Harry erupting into her wet hole.

She could be so good for him, lick and suck just how it felt best for him, and her master was just as consumed as she was. Normally, he would be looking after her, checking in on how she was feeling, but now her pleasure was the furthest thing from his mind. His hands had gripped around her head and he'd begun using her mouth for his own pleasure. She loved it, how he reveled in using her body and how her gagging sounds as he repeatedly hit the back of her throat turned him on. But most of all, she was captivated by the feeling welling in his cock, tingling in his balls, rising higher and higher into an orgasm that was similar to her own, but indescribably different, somehow more masculine in nature.

Unfortunately, while Demelza was no longer aware of most of her body's cues, many of her body's actions weren't consciously done. No sooner had Demelza experienced the blissful high that was Harry injecting his cum into a wet, sucking mouth, had that mouth begun to cough. Her master regained some awareness and pulled back, letting Demelza suck in air instead of cum while he took matters into his own hands. He jerked off string after string of his cum onto her face, her open mouth, and her chest, painting her as if she was a canvas.

Before Demelza could even begin to feel shame for her pathetic performance, her master bent pushed her back to the floor and pressed his still oozing cock into her cunt. Demelza was even more passive in this role. No longer did she need to lick and suck, or do anything, really. All she needed to do was be a wet hole for his cock. The last of her awareness of her body left her and she became a bystander. Her one open eye (the other was coated shut with cum) stared blankly ahead, her mouth hung open letting out a trickle of drool and cum.

Demelza marveled at how her master's muscles powerfully propelled him as he fucked her vacant body, he was so strong, and the brutal fucking he was putting her body through came like second nature to him- or instinct. The feeling of wet, warm pussy around her master's cock was just incredible, and it felt even better when that cunt began clenching on him. Demelza felt a pang, and realized that her body was coming. Her master's thrusting picked up a notch, his grunts filling the room while Demelza egged him on.

Please master, unload those heavy balls right into that wet cunt! Paint this fertile womb white with your seed!

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dem. He responded I could do it right now if I wanted. I could remove the birth control charm and impregnate you tonight. She could feel his intent and knew he wasn't lying, if he wanted to, he could remove the charm, even without a wand.

Yes, pleaseee. She answered immediately. The jolt of pleasure that she felt from her body was surprisingly powerful, a rhythmic thrumming that temporarily derailed her train of thought. She was actually afraid of how intense that would have been were she were fully in her own body.

Yeah, you'd like that. He confirmed after briefly pausing due to the distraction of her clenching down on him once more. But I won't. Demelza briefly felt and irrational pang of disappointment This is why I'm your master, pet. You know how bad you getting pregnant would be for us, we aren't ready.

Demelza felt properly chastised, and also grateful that her master wasn't so easily swept away as she was. With that issue dealt with, he redoubled his efforts, once again pushing himself to the edge of orgasm. But don't worry, I will gladly empty my balls into this wet cunt.

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Fleur hadn't expected the bonding to be so bright. Watching the ritual culminate left her with no doubts about just how powerful it was, and strong the resulting bond must be. She could feel the power of it, speaking to her very soul.

Somehow, Fleur felt like an intruder after that, an outsider looking into some secret she was not meant to know. Glancing around the room told her that Katie and Susan felt similarly. Hermione nodded in understanding to them, but told them that the three bonded witches were going to be there to watch out for Harry and Demelza. She supposed already being a part of the bond gave them a different perspective.

"Wow." Susan breathed after they quietly took their leave.

Katie chuckled "Yeah, I wasn't expecting things to be so… bright."

Fleur chuckled too at how similar their thinking is "I was surprised at how submissive she was."

"I guess that's not really in your nature, is it?" Katie nodded.

"No, its not. It was sexy though, seeing him manhandle her." Fleur acknowledged "But its odd, knowing that the same man can be dominant with one person, submissive with another. I'm just wondering, what does he really want? Is he just going along with what we want for our sake?"

"I think if you wanted to know that, you should ask one of the witches in that room." Susan shrugged "But for what it's worth, people aren't all one thing. They're complex with complex needs and desires. It took me getting a dose of that… potion Hermione cooked up to get me to realize that there was more to what I wanted than I thought."

Katie nodded approvingly "You're really good at that- reading people- so I bet you're right. You can't just put people into boxes. Heck, I bet even you have a submissive side, Fleur." She teased.

Fleur laughed, wondering what that would even look like. She didn't think she would be able to stop herself from turning the tables on him if they even tried switching roles. Though that in itself did sound fun, having him attempt to be dominant only to turn things around on him.

"Maybe." Fleur said noncommittally "Though I think we both prefer to be in control."

Maybe if he tied her up, perhaps chains, enchanted to be incredibly strong? She pondered idly. Perhaps she could try it, just once, for a special occasion, to spoil him...

"You got that right, sister."

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Ginny had a problem, and her name was Fleur Delecour.

It wasn't that she disliked her. In fact, Ginny had come to like the older woman. No, the problem was that she liked her too much. By Ginny's understanding, Fleur had become much less restrained with her allure. This mostly worked out because, as Fleur had told Harry, he was a magnet for it, directing almost all of her focus.

This worked out perfectly… except whenever Ginny happened to be between them. Harry made resisting it look easy, each time she accidentally intercepted a blast of Fleur's allure, Ginny found herself stupefied- gaping dumbly at her. While Fleur didn't go out of the way to make things difficult for her, she seemed to take delight in tripping her up like this- sometimes teasing her with comments such as "My eyes are up here, Ginny.", or simply closing her mouth shut with one finger as she had once at the Burrow. She never pressed the issue and refused to let her apologize for something 'that needed no apology'. After teasing her Fleur always let her be to attempt to regain her dignity and wipe the drool from her chin.

It helped her ego that Luna also seemed to be affected occasionally, though not nearly as dramatically as Ginny had been. Willpower had never been her strong suit. Demelza too reported being affected by the allure but hadn't outwardly shown it.

If that were the extent problems, it wouldn't have been that big of an issue. Gabrielle was the only thing preventing them from totally abandoning any sense of decency, and that very well might have been a blessing since she doubted they would ever get anything done if left unchecked. However, they had quickly found ways around it. There were eight of them after all, it was easy to take turns- tutoring her, flying, and so on.

The upshot of this, besides the fact that Harry was now getting as much pussy as he could realistically handle, was that they'd all gotten much more comfortable around each other. Fleur had started out dressing conservatively, not wanting to ruffle any feathers, but seeing Katie, Luna, and increasingly the others' casual attire, ditched the more formal clothes and began wearing her favored comfort clothing- nightgowns.

The French woman had gone through a complete wardrobe overhaul since returning from France, and it showed. Fleur's nightgowns were rather… revealing. Frankly, anything had the potential to be sinfully sexy when Fleur wore it, but these nightgowns were clearly designed for it. They tended to be on the short side, coming down to mid-thigh at the most, and their necklines invariably dipped low to reveal her cleavage. Fleur did not wear a bra with these nightgowns yet her magnificent bosom supported itself anyway.

She was clearly aware of these facts and was more than happy to exploit them. It was common for her to find an excuse to bend over in front of Harry- either facing towards him or away form him- to give him a prime view. While Fleur never showed off for Ginny, that didn't stop the redhead from drooling over her nonetheless. Harry at least got to experience orgasm after glorious orgasm with his cock enveloped in her velvet cunt, between her incredible breasts, or taken to the hilt by mouth. At least he got to hear Fleur shout his name to the heavens, sing the praises of his cock, and have her stare at his him like a piece of meat throughout the day (seriously, her eyes followed his arse every time he left the room, not that she blamed her, but still). The woman was insatiable, and that was coming from her of all people. All Ginny got of Fleur was the second- hand experience from Harry.

The worst of Ginny's torment came, however, when Fleur started joining them in bed. All of them sleeping together (actual, literal sleeping) had started the night Demelza's parents had died and had continued mostly uninterrupted since. They all had their official rooms, but almost exclusively they'd all begun sleeping in the same magically expanded bed. Fleur had been the last person to join them, for understandable reasons, she was far less familiar with the rest of them. However, the night after her bonding, Demelza had led Fleur by the hand to bed, silently indicating her inclusion in the 'family'. Ginny couldn't fault either of them for it, especially after learning that Fleur had shed a few tears as she hugged Demelza afterwards, but it had presented yet another source of frustration for Ginny.

Clothing was most definitely optional in bed. Multiple of them had sex with Harry in bed every night (either in the hours before they collectively settled down for sleep, or in the morning), it was just natural that there be nudity. Fleur wore her nightgown to bed (which would have been bad enough) except in cases where she… bedded Harry. It was only a matter of time before Ginny found herself pressed skin to skin with Fleur's body.

The night that had finally happened, Ginny hadn't even internalized the fact that Fleur was completely naked until she slipped under the covers. Very quickly, Ginny realized she was in her nightmare (or perhaps, wet dream) scenario- on one side was Harry, on the other was Fleur- both of them obliviously asleep and completely nude.

Ginny had just resolved to extricate herself from the situation and sleep on the edge of the bed, when Fleur had drawn closer, softly murmuring "'Arry." Ginny found herself pressed between them. She could feel Fleur's body in all its glory. Her cheek rested against Fleur's breasts; the close-up view of her ample cleavage now dominated Ginny's vision. They felt every bit as soft and supple as they did for Harry. Fleur's legs had twined with Ginny's, and the redhead was tortured by the feel of her silky-smooth thighs. To make matters worse, Harry was on her other side, and his half hard cock was pressed against her lower back. A few months ago, this would have been a perhaps more torturous experience for Ginny than anything Fleur could do to her, but she'd become accustomed to sleeping next to Harry, to feeling his naked body next to her. This, however, was completely new.

Ginny simply couldn't stop herself, she inched herself forward until her sex made contact with Fleur's thighs, and she began to… relieve herself. "Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn." She grunted as she rubbed herself against Fleur, closer… closer…

"Ah, down girl." Fleur muttered, gently pushing Ginny away. The part-Veela didn't seem particularly upset at Ginny's actions, but at the same time, it was a clear dismissal. Feeling utterly humiliated but still turned on beyond reason, Ginny slinked off to the bathroom, banishing herself to the more distant loo down the hall to avoid potentially waking the others. As she left, she noticed that Fleur was now groggily crawling towards Harry. With a mix of arousal and horror, she realized what she had just inadvertently facilitated. Ginny sat herself on the toilet, spreading her legs wide as she began to furiously rub her clit. She came in seconds, biting down on her free hand so that her scream just came out as a serious of grunts, but it wasn't nearly enough, it didn't satisfy.

Fleur awoke Harry with a kiss, and Harry muttered something unintelligibly, though through the bond Ginny knew that in his sleep clouded state he'd meant to ask her what she was doing, or something to that affect. "I'm sorry, I know you need your rest mon tresor, but it really isn't my fault. You're simply irresistible." Fleur crooned, before pressing a series of kisses to his lips and face. Meanwhile, her hand went to a much less innocent destination, her fingers caressing his already hard cock. Her allure poured over him as he blinked groggily, and he allowed it in, curling across his body as he surrendered control to her.

"You'll be the death of me." Harry grinned.

"You underestimate yourself. Your stamina is incredible- keeping up with us like this." Fleur returned. "And your cock is always so eager for me." Fleur quickly cast 'muffliato' around them so as to not disturb the others' sleep, but Ginny could hear everything through Harry's ears. She wasted no more time, sheathing Harry within her. Harry mewled in pleasure as Fleur's femininity devoured his aching shaft. Harry's hips spasmed, but to no avail as Fleur had him pressed firmly to the bed, moaning decadently and worrying her lips as she looked down at him with half-lidded eyes.

Ginny came again, but continued rubbing herself feverishly. It was like she'd been possessed; she couldn't stop herself, or the fantasies playing out in her mind. It was more than just lust of Fleur's body. Fleur pushing her away, it had been humiliating and it… it had turned her on. More than that, really. To say that it turned her on was underselling it. It had filled her with such a feverish, mad lust that had overthrown her. Scenes flashed through her mind, fully formed in an instant only to be discarded a moment later and replaced. Fleur stripping her down, making her lick her feet as she enjoyed Harry's cock. Fleur leaving her tied to a chair and unable to touch herself as she put Harry through a marathon fuck session. Fleur interrupting her and Harry mid-coitus, to pull Ginny off him and mount Harry herself, neither paying Ginny a moment's more attention.

Harry melted the instant Fleur had taken his cock. She'd been 'training' him to be more vocal for her and it showed. He whimpered and whined as Fleur slowly raised herself up, her outer lips dragging along his shaft, clinging to him with every centimeter. She followed this by a short, sharp, downward thrust that sheathed him completely within her once more. Harry moaned, and his cock twitched as he held back his orgasm.

"Ah!" Fleur's lips parted in their own, barely audible gasp, but as her eyes opened her expression became displeased "What did I tell you, Harry, about holding back?" She demanded.

"That I shouldn't. Unless you tell me to."

"And what were you just doing?"

"I'm sorry."

"No. Tell me, do you want me to deny you?" Fleur asked.

"Err…"

"I could do it, easily, my love. I could have you begging if I wanted. In fact- don't cum. Not yet. Not until we've finished this discussion." She then tightened her inner muscles around him to prove her point, forcing a ragged moan from Harry as his hips canted impotently upward. "Is this what you want."

"No."

"Of course you don't, Harry. Because trying not to cum, in your own way, is you keeping a little bit of control from me. Isn't it?" Fleur clenched around him once more and he could only moan helplessly in response to her question. "Me keeping you from coming would defeat the purpose of it, would it not?"

"Am I not generous, Harry? I could tease you, edge you, force you to beg for it every time, but I don't. Most men would kill for me to do even that for them, but I've given you so much more. I freely let you enjoy the pleasures of my body whenever you'd like, yet you seem to insist on looking this gift horse in the mouth? Why, because of pride?" She clenched around him several more times, rhythmically, effectively milking him. Harry gave a ragged cry as he clutched at the bedsheets, his willpower holding by a string. Ginny was amazed (as she often was) by his ability to resist. Desperate pleasure ran through his cock, drawn out by the glorious pussy clutching it, flaring intensely in his sensitive tip. It curled in his balls, which ached with then need to release themselves, and it pulsed in his taint, begging his core muscles to twitch.

"I'm sorry, please let me cum." Harry said, in an uncharacteristically small voice.

"Non. Not yet. Look at me."

Harry looked Fleur in the eyes, but she shook her head. "No. Look at me." She tilted his head down, drawing his eyes to her voluptuous breasts, and then down to where they were conjoined, where his cock disappeared inside her, trapped within her folds. Satisfied that his eyes would not stray, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Do you see now? When we're out of the bedroom, its different, and the other girls have their own desires and expectations. But when you're with me" She clenched again for emphasis "This cock is mine. Those balls are mine. Your cum is mine. Do you understand?" Her voice was low and intense, her eyes were dark with inhuman desire. Harry nodded vigorously, unable to speak from the pleasure. "Good, now cum."

With that last thread of resistance gone, he exploded in her. His cock felt like a live wire- supercharged with pleasure. It seemed that every orgasm Fleur gave him was intense, but the teasing had pushed it to another level. She easily gave him such intense pleasure that the rest of them needed creativity and effort to achieve, and now Ginny got to feel what Fleur could do to him when she went the extra mile.

"Ooooh, good boy. Good boy! Give it to me!" Fleur moaned euphorically, tossing her hair behind her as she threw her head back. Harry ejaculating in her had a way of setting her off- the feeling of him twitching and pumping into her and the knowledge that he obeying his primitive breeding instincts by pumping his virile seed into her- unf.

Ginny, who was at the precipice of a massive orgasm that would see her pass out- had the presence of mind to think that Fleur looked like a goddess at that moment. Her beauty was all the more striking in the pale moonlight, which seemed to highlight the Veela heritage of her features. Even as face twisted in pleasure without restrain, to Ginny it could have been an artists portrait. Her silvery-blonde hair hung behind her, and it almost glittered in the moonlight. Harry's hands had reflexively tensed as they cupped Fleur's breasts, his fingers digging themselves into them, yet the soft flesh simply overflowed his hands.

She contracted around him with each pulse, providing a mixture of massage and suction that drew out his orgasm, yet after well over a minute he nevertheless petered out. Harry felt some awareness return to him and he quickly checked to make sure that the others hadn't been awakened. He only now fully realized Ginny's predicament, and saw that Hermione, Luna, and Demelza were still asleep (as well as Katie and Susan, as far as he could tell), though they seemed to be stirring somewhat. Luna and Demelza seemed to be instinctively rubbing against each other, while Hermione was repeatedly rubbing her thighs together.

This distraction was not acceptable to Fleur, who whipped her head back to them as if the end of his orgasm had disturbed her own experience. Her eyes were darkened and intense, a sure sign of her Veela side coming through. "No. I want more."

She shifted her position, and Harry's half hard cock slipped out, still twitching slightly and dribbling cum. She reached down to his testicles, her fingers hooking around his testes and pulling them away from his body so that the delicate orbs were securely in the grasp of her hand. Harry's eyes went wide, searching out Fleur's for some assurance even as his cock shuddered in response. He felt utterly vulnerable by her grip on the most fragile part of his body, and her look of raw aggression… it scared him a little.

The hint of fear in his eyes seemed to bring Fleur back to herself. Her expression softened, even as it retained some of its inhuman lust. "I will never hurt you. Trust me. Give yourself to me. I will make you feel so good mon tresor." Harry, not quite coherent, nodded, communicating his trust with his eyes. "Good." Fleur's smile once again grew hungry, but she decided to take her time, to ease Harry into what she had planned. Her fingers began to caress their new prize and she couldn't help the surge of possessiveness that bubbled up "Mine." Of course she would never hurt them. Even at their most possessed, a Veela would never risk damaging their beloved mate's testes- it was simply foolish in the extreme and their instincts ensured it never happened.

Yet, she loved the power her position gave her. It was fitting, she thought, how men put up so many walls to avoid being vulnerable. Harry too- though she didn't blame him one bit, he'd never had the luxury of being vulnerable and not paying for it in misery. And yet, they were so exquisitely vulnerable- both emotionally and physically- perhaps because they worked so hard to deny it. Just one touch to his cock, even a single finger, and she had Harry's full attention. Her mouth or pussy could transform him into a puddle, a shaking, needy mess at her beck and call. And when she grabbed ahold of his testicles, an entirely different transformation took him. His moans became tiny whimpers, and his legs spread themselves out for her- a sure sign of submission. He'd become completely submissive and compliant for her, and she loved it.

She would not abuse his trust in her, she knew that it was precious, that he was precious.

The night she and Harry had gone to her parents, Fleur had learned that there was more to learn about the allure than what even she knew. By the way Harry had described it, her mother (oh, she hated even giving her that title now) had been able to focus the effects of it to just a part of his body. It had, of course, gotten Fleur wondering what else she didn't know about her heritage or abilities because her mother never bothered telling her. She'd never bothered to experiment with her allure, as she'd been doing everything to avoid using it altogether.

She'd contacted a distant cousin she'd met just a few times in her life, who had owled her back with a small book. Fleur was a little offended that it appeared to be addressed to someone closer to Gabrielle's age than her own, until she realized that there was an age locked section with 'tips and tricks'. While the first section had the motherly, comforting tone you'd expect for a 'your body is changing and this is all natural' guide, the latter section had a far raunchier tone even though it was ostensibly the same author. Not only was she crass, often describing male body parts the way one of Demelza's romance novels would, she included moving illustrations that were half-instructional-half-pornographic, also usually lewd depiction of certain aspects of the male anatomy. It was very much a book made by and for Veela.

It was one of those illustrations that had initially brought her attention to the move she was about to try- nicknamed 'priming the pump'. The picture in question had been a fully color drawing of an erect penis (what else) twitching and leaking copious amounts of cum that trickled down the shaft, included were testicles being gripped just as Fleur had done to Harry's. The section described a method of channeling the allure to the testicles, which was supposed to boost arousal, semen production, and virility- though the author used terms like 'turn his cock into a cum fountain' 'turn your lover into a breeding bull, desperate for you to drain his seed'. She'd spent several long moments staring at the titillating illustration while imagining doing it to Harry's cock and resolved to try it when the mood felt right.

And now, it certainly felt right.

As the book suggested, Fleur began slowly, directing her allure to trickle from her hand to his testicles. Harry reacted instantly with a gasp "Fleur… what?"

"Do you feel that, love?" Fleur purred, slowly ramping up the assault, as the trickle became a steady stream coursing straight into his scrotum. "You're so delicate, so vulnerable. I wonder if-" Her fingers began stroking his sack once more and Harry whimpered. "Feels good?"

"Yes." Harry rasped. "Oh my god, it's so good!" The book had said that this would make his scrotum a highly erogenous zone, though noted that actual orgasm needed stimulation of his cock (though, as the author noted, that could take the form of a touch of a finger). Fleur wasn't done yet, however, the book had described one more step.

For Harry, it had started as a pleasant tingling in his balls, not unlike how they felt just before a very good orgasm. He knew what was happening, he could feel her allure flowing in from all sides from the fingers that she'd curled around his testicles. Not that knowing that gave him even a bit of control in this situation. A new wave of her allure poured into him, and that tingling ignited into a burning ember of pleasure in each testicle, the teasing of her fingers turned from something that felt… nice, to a sensation nearly as good as if they'd been caressing his cockhead and teasing his frenulum.

"It feels that good for you, Harry? With just my fingers?" Fleur teased "I haven't even gotten started.".

"W-what do you mea- aaahn!" Before he could even finish the question, she lowered herself down, trapping his hands beneath her boobs, and placed her head between his legs. She pressed a kiss to each testicle, letting her tongue worry the sensitive flesh just so before pulling back, the organ twitching at the contact. Harry's eyelids fluttered as he let out a series of soft whines at the sensations of Fleur's lips caressing him, but that was just the teaser. When Fleur's mouth returned, she engulfed a testicle entirely in her mouth. She made care to avoid using her teeth, instead gently sucking gently, drawing it further into her mouth's embrace as she lavished the delicate orb with her tongue.

She used this intimate contact as a conduit for her allure, allowing her to control it more precisely, and guiding it to curl around and stimulate his teste, which had begun to twitch in her mouth. Finally, she let out an indulgent moan that Harry could feel in his teeth, before pulling back and giving his other testicle the same treatment.

Harry could only cry out, his hands clenching impotently in the embrace of Fleur's breasts, as she lit a roiling, churning inferno in his balls. His cock felt like it was melting down as cum began to leak freely from the slit and down his shaft. And yet, he wasn't coming, there was no release, and no end to the fire Fleur had stoked in him.

Fleur indulged herself, thoroughly ravishing each testicle, then taking his entire scrotum in her mouth and giving it the same treatment. Finally, she pressed another appreciative kiss to each testicle, whispering "Lovely. Just lovely."

When Fleur looked up, her mouth fell open at the lurid sight awaiting her. The illustration in the book hadn't done it justice, or perhaps Julie Walker never had a mate as virile as hers. His cock was a work of art, fully engorged, veins flaring, with his purpling, ridged head standing in contrast with the red flush of his shaft. His semen had leaked abundantly, streaming down the contours of his shaft and was just beginning to matt in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. For a long moment Fleur stared, mouth agape and saliva pooling in her mouth as her world shrunk down to the dripping cock before her.

Then a thought occurred to her. She groped blindly and found a wand- it wasn't hers, but it'd do in a pinch. "Accio camera."

Katie had introduced her to the camera, telling her they'd all had chances to take 'memorable' pictures, so she should as well. A drawer in the bedside table yanked open and the camera flew to her hand. Harry had the grace to look bashful as Fleur focused the camera, though his expression certainly would not make it into the picture. This would be the first addition to a collection, she was sure.

"Thank you my love, so patient for me." Fleur purred, her hand cupping his balls once more "I think its time I reward you." His cock jerked ardently at her words as a fat string of cum pooled on his cockhead and began its slow journey down. "So eager." She leaned over, taking in the delectable scent, his male musk almost overpowered by the distinct aroma of his semen, both of which sang to her veela instincts.

She wrapped her lips around his tip and ravished his cockhead with her tongue. However his taste was so intoxicating that she just had to have more, and found herself hilting his cock entirely in her mouth. This, it turned out, was a mistake.

The instant her mouth had engulfed him, Harry was gripped by an orgasm unlike any he'd had before. Normally, the pleasure was centered in his shaft, usually near the head. Now though, it felt like his testicles had boiled over, constantly twitching as they eagerly ejected his seed. Mixed with the pleasure, Harry felt a burning sensation race out from his testicles, as his tubes strained wide to accommodate the torrent.

Fleur, for all her heritage, was not prepared for this. Harry did not 'shoot' so much as explode into Fleur mouth, more specifically, right into her throat. To her shame, she found herself choking as his semen hit the back of her throat. Unable to properly swallow, Fleur's cheeks bulged outward obscenely and a steady stream of his semen escaped from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin, neck, and into her cleavage.

She was nearly overwhelmed, and the prospect of failure burned her. With a will, Fleur pushed through the discomfort and swallowed, pulled back to a more manageable position, and sucked, daring him to give her all that he had. Her eyes had narrowed into slits as she stared intensely up at him- his piercing green eyes were squeezed shut, his strikingly handsome face was screwed up in pleasure, the enticingly lean muscles of his upper body spasmed along with his cock and testicles. His hips attempted to thrust upwards into her mouth, one last hint of masculine aggression that Fleur countered by returning her hand to his scrotum, which gave her both the ability to restrain and stimulate him. She swallowed again and again, consuming everything he had to offer, never once faltering until Harry's balls had been wrung dry.

When she was satisfied that he was done, he let his still twitching cock out of her mouth, pressing several long, sensual kisses to his cockhead as she withdrew. She licked her lips, collecting a small amount of the tickled of cum she'd let slip past her lips. She felt powerful, and euphorically drunk off of it. Her wonderfully virile mate had unleashed every last bitt of masculine energy he had on her and she'd taken it all, swallowed it up like a snack. She had conquered him and would not be denied.

Harry's eyes barely managed to focus on her as she climbed atop his body- rather they managed to focus on her breasts which hung alluringly close to his face. With her hand, she gave his slick shaft a few firm strokes, delighting in how it shuddered under her touch and how he whimpered. "Fleur… its too much."

"Your cock disagrees." Fleur noted smugly, not only was he hard and twitching, he was getting harder in her hand. "All you have to do, my love, is use your safe word and I'll stop." That had been a recent development, but after seeing Harry and Demelza together, she saw the benefit of it. For simplicity 'treacle tart' would become a universal safe word for their coven.

But Harry didn't use the safe word, he just whined as Fleur's pussy engulfed him. "Yesssss!" Fleur hissed. He felt glorious inside of her, she just needed a bit more… She brought her hand down, circling her clit with her finger "Oh YES!"

No sooner had she begun orgasmically clamping down on his cock when Harry announced with a yelp of "Oh god! Cumming!" Sure enough, his hips jerked upward and his cock began to quiver in her body's grip on it. It was a dry orgasm, which might have been a disappointment to Fleur had it not been proof that she had completely drained him and yet still his cock could not resist her pussy.

Exultant, she continued to move on top of him, her cunt repeatedly devouring his manhood. "Your cock just can't say no to me, can it?" Fleur said huskily "You're the most impressive man I've ever met, but you're still a man." She continued to grind on him, fingering her clit to another satisfying orgasm. "Tell me, what does that little redhead cumming her brains out in the loo think of this?"

Fleur had been secretly… curious about women for years. Her Veela drive had never responded to them, but the less primal part of her could appreciate them and had wondered if they might be resistant to her allure. It was more of an idle curiosity, one she'd never had the opportunity or the motivation to act on. She would eventually get that question answered- women were indeed affected by her allure if they were attracted to other women. As with men, some- like Luna- handled it gracefully, while others- like Ginny- decidedly did not.

Fleur was working herself up to taking Luna up on her obvious affections. The girl was so sweet, and open in a way that Fleur admired. Harry was certainly supportive of the idea, but they were all so busy, both in bed and out of it, that the timing had never been right to bring it up to her. Still, she found how Luna's eyes would occasionally drift far away as they looked at her, her blushes, her mannerisms, all of it, to be quite adorable. Whenever they were close, and Fleur caught scent of her arousal… mmm the temptation was there.

As for Ginny, she was arguably the closest to Fleur out of all the women in the coven. She'd done a lot to help Fleur get to this point (indeed if it weren't for her, the coven would never have been), she'd even helped her in those first days trying to integrate herself with the others. But god bless her, that girl just could not handle the allure. What's more, the arousal that rolled off Ginny in waves had a very different effect on her than Luna's or Harry's. It made her want to pin Harry to the nearest hard surface, fuck his brains out, and show this little girl how to properly fuck a man. It had been particularly unbearable when Ginny had woken her tonight, her body had been practically screaming at her.

Which wasn't fair. Fleur respected Ginny, and didn't think she deserved to be humiliated. She didn't want to humiliate her friend. Yet Ginny's body seemed to be urging her to do just that. After several long discussion with Hermione (which were mostly just her rambling about the nature of magic and sex while Fleur nodded along and absorbed information), Fleur had a theory. Ginny may be attracted to her, but what she really wanted was to watch as Fleur fucked her man, and she was instinctively picking up on those desires.

Harry's breath caught, though he hadn't answered the question, but Fleur didn't blame him, she decided to take a gentler tack "How is she doing, Harry?"

"She passed out after I came the first time." Harry said roughly "She just woke up and uh…"

"She's masturbating, isn't she?" Harry nodded. "She went wild after I mentioned her, am I right?"

"Yeah."

"Let me guess what she's thinking, what she's cumming her brains out over." Fleur smiled, now feeling confident that she was right "She wants me to humiliate her, doesn't she? She spent years drooling over you, fantasizing over you, and now she gets off more from watching you fuck other women than being with her." For the first time Fleur could hear rhythmic grunts coming from Ginny in the loo down the hall "She wants me to fuck you while she watches in the corner, fingering her needy little cunt while I enjoy the cock she's lusted after since she was a girl. She want to feel my pussy draw orgasm after wonderful orgasm from your cock. And then-" Fleur was interrupted by a sudden shriek from the loo.

Fleur smiled faintly, she figured she had hit the mark.