2 Fleur Weasley-Delacour

When Fleur stepped back into his office the next day, Astoria and Narcissa were nowhere to be seen. The day before, Harry had… negotiated a deal with the blonde quarter veela while the Lady Malfoys had engaged in all sorts of debauchery beneath his desk, all the while leaving the French witch completely in the dark about his playmates. It had certainly been a challenge more than once, especially after the two minxes realized that he was playing it cool and started trying to draw a response from him.

In the end, Harry had been forced to tie up both with magical rope that erupted cleaning from the tip of his wand with a couple of flicks. And then Fleur had wanted to come around the desk and please him right then and there. Harry had pushed the overly eager witch away, much to her surprise and chagrin. He thought it best though, to show her where the power in their new relationship truly lay. While Fleur had certainly played lip service to him, it was clear that her veela genes would not allow her to submit, at least not without a proper education.

So he'd forced the seductive sultry blonde to wait, and now it seemed his actions were paying off. He could see that Fleur was just a bit frazzled, just a bit disheveled as she walked into the room at a clipped pace on high heels and wearing a pretty little pencil skirt and white blouse with her blonde hair up in a bun. Smiling, Harry stood from his chair and raised an eyebrow at the older woman.

"Mrs. Weasley. I do hope you and Victoire had no trouble getting home yesterday."

A coy smile spread across the witch's face as she came to a stop a step away from the front of his desk.

"We 'ad a nice walk. I talked and my darling child listened. She is very sorry for 'er actions. But please 'arry, call me Fleur."

"I'll call you what I like. And for the duration of our little arrangement, I expect you to refer to me as your lord or sir. Is that understood?"

His tone was commanding and backed by every bit of considerable magical presence the dark haired man who could bring to bear. With Narcissa and Astoria, there wasn't much need for a show of force. As simple witches, they'd barely feel it anyways, and the unconscious effects had done their work. But Fleur was part magical creature, and in their fantastical world, magical creatures were far more in tune with the ambient energy in the air than magical humans were.

As such, while Harry stood there with a gentle smile on his face, hands clasped behind his back and appeared altogether nonthreatening to the naked eye, Fleur was feeling and perceiving something far different. A mixture of being eyed by a predator and browbeaten by an alpha. And it worked too, the blonde bowing her head after a moment in submission.

"Of course my Lord."

Harry eased off his magic and Fleur's shoulders immediately straightened, as if a very physical weight had been lifted off of them. She raised her eyes from the ground to look at him and he could see the lust and desire in the quarter veela's gaze. She was desperate for him and if not for the little show of force he'd just put her through, Fleur probably would have lunged across his desk and jumped his bones then and there.

Instead, the beautiful blonde witch simply stayed where she was, squirming in place and waiting, hoping, begging with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. Harry let the moment of silence drag on for just a tad longer anyways, before finally letting his smile spread into a wide wicked grin.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there all day? Show me what it is that I'm paying for."

All too eager, Fleur pulled her wand from her sleeve. But Harry raised a hand, stopping her from casting the spell on the tip of her tongue.

"No. I want you to do it by hand, slowly. In fact, hand that over. You're here to serve me are you not? Obey all of my commands to the letter for this next week, yes? You won't be casting any magic in my presence over the next several days; I can assure you of that."

Fleur looked a bit more nervous as she stepped forward and placed her hand on Harry's desk. Though as he grabbed it up and deposited it in one of his upper drawers, Harry could tell that the blonde witch's lust and arousal were still all-encompassing when compared to any agitation she might be feeling. As soon as her wand was hidden away and his attention was back on her, Fleur reached up and used her dainty feminine fingers to undo the buttons on her white blouse one by one.

Harry watched, a slight smile on his face as the woman exposed herself to him. It was clear that Fleur had not gotten dressed using her hands for quite some time, relying entirely on her magic to more easily and more quickly clothe herself each morning. Still, her slight fumbling made it no less erotic as her bra-clad knockers were revealed to his gaze. The absolutely gorgeous quarter veela had always had a good sized rack, and age had done nothing to depreciate the value of her tits, at least not yet.

Shucking off her blouse, Fleur licked her lips, keeping her eyes on Harry as she reached down and undid the zipper on the side of her pencil skirt. Then, the French witch turned around and slowly bent over as she slid the skirt over her deliciously shapely ass and down her long pale creamy legs. Stepping out of the skirt, Fleur stood before him wearing what was clearly lingerie, a dark scarlet color.

"Fitting, for a woman such as you."

Fleur's cheeks colored, darkening to match her panties and bra, but she didn't rise to the bait, instead giving him another coy smile filled with silent promises.

"Shall I continue my Lord, or would you prefer to sample me as I am now?"

Instead of answering her, Harry finally moved, slowly stepping around the length of his large mahogany desk to where she stood, waiting for him. Her blue eyes tracked his every movement until finally he was in front of her. Fleur stayed as still as she could as Harry languidly slid his gaze up and down her scantily clad form.

"Take off the bra. Leave the panties on. Let's see how well your tits hold up without support slut."

A gasp left Fleur's lips at the insult, but Harry just grinned at her, as if expecting her to rise to her own defense. It was clear that was what he wanted, but the dark haired man wasn't exactly trying to hide it. Either she took offense to his words and said something, leading to more fun at her expense, or she stayed silent and let him continue the verbal onslaught.

After a moment's hesitation, it seemed Fleur was choosing the latter, reaching up behind her back to unclasp the scarlet bra in utter silence. As she let it fall to the floor, Harry found himself whistling appreciatively before he could stop himself. Perhaps this was why Fleur made the choice to stay quiet. Her tits spoke for themselves, the older witch's bountiful buxom breasts remaining quite perky with very little sag. They sat on her chest perfectly, a testament to her exquisite body.

"Very good slut, very good. Now kneel."

The quarter veela sank to her knees, her full pouty lips curled into an expectant smile as she looked up at him. He moved to stand before her, already unbuckling his pants as he placed her back against the front of his desk, leaving her trapped between his cock and a hard place. She certainly didn't seem unhappy to be there though, letting out a delighted gasp when he pulled his prick from its tight confines and showed off his considerable size, even at only half-chub.

Fleur made to reach for it, and he let her, watching in amusement as she took it in her hands and stroked his shaft up and down almost reverently. Her blue eyes were fixated on Harry's member as it grew and grew under the ministrations of her soft hands. Soon enough Fleur had to press her head back against the mahogany wood behind her, the tip of his prick pressing up against her lips. Finally looking up into his face, Fleur slowly opened up her mouth, letting his length slide slowly in between her pouty lips.

Once again, Harry stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder and taking a half step back.

"There's an actual reason I had you take off your bra Mrs. Weasley. I expect you to use those perfect perky tits of yours to get me off properly. There will be time for your mouth later."

Fleur blinked in surprise but nodded, slowly raising herself up. Where before the beautiful buxom woman had had her ass resting on the balls of her feet as she knelt before him, now she was completely straight, her chest more in line with Harry's huge cock for what he'd ordered of her. Leaning in closer, the blonde witch grabbed up her sizable chest and wrapped her breasts around Harry's hard prick, moaning wantonly as she rubbed her sensitive mammaries back and forth along his hot pulsating member.

"That's a good girl. You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself."

It was an idle remark, but Harry cocked an eyebrow as Fleur continued to enjoy the tit fuck she was performing on him a bit more than expected. As she panted, her face flustered, Fleur looked up at his curious expression and bit her lip for a moment before answering the unspoken question. Harry quite enjoyed that delicious French accent of hers. He was glad that even after all of this time in Britain, she'd not quite been able to rid herself of it.

"I 'ave very sensitive breasts my Lord. It is something I inherited from my mother and 'er from 'er mother before 'er. Zis, 'ah, feels almost as good as it will when you finally fuck my brains out… my Lord."

Well, that was good to know. A wicked thought entered Harry's mind and he grinned as he considered just what he could do with such information. Not today, perhaps, but certainly something to do tomorrow. For now, he stood there, luxuriating in the feel of her big soft tits sliding up and down his hard pulsing shaft, his precum and a bit of Fleur's spit acting as decent lubricant and making the experience all the more pleasurable.

Once she got a rhythm going, Fleur lowered her head and opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to slide across his bulbous cockhead each time it peaked out from the top of her cleavage. It was very clear the quarter veela knew what she was doing. He couldn't help himself; Harry smirked as he reached out and ran his fingers through what little of her blonde hair wasn't tied up in the bun.

"Do you do this for Bill often Mrs. Weasley? Does he pay special attention to your tits because of your inheritance?"

Fleur glances up in shock at the comment before lowering her gaze, clearly flushed with embarrassment rather than arousal for a brief second. Still, she doesn't stop her actions, and her breath is all the more uneven as she answers him.

"Bill, mm, is not as big as you my Lord. He is in fact, ah, quite smaller. 'is prick disappears, hah, into my breasts completely. He, ooh, enjoys it yes, but it is not as, mm, fulfilling for… f-for… oh Merlin YES!"

The quarter veela came right then and there, at least as far as Harry could tell from the way her body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head as she threw it back. She never let go of her perfect tits, keeping them wrapped around his cock all the while until finally she calmed down, her chest still heaving.

"Did you just reach orgasm from me fucking your tits Fleur?"

Harry was so incredulous in the face of what had just happened that he forgot to refer to the blonde witch by her family name as a reminder of just what vows she was breaking with him. Still, it was to be expected, when his cock could make a beauty like the quarter veela before him climax simply from stimulating her chest. Fleur's embarrassment only grew as she nodded, not looking him in the eye and suddenly quite shy.

In the face of such a thing, Harry felt his face splitting into a giant grin and stepping back, he gestured for Fleur to stand.

"Marvelous. Up with you, you tit slut. Time for me to get what we both came here for, don't you think. Assume the position Mrs. Weasley."

He said nothing more than that, interested to see exactly what Fleur would do. Would she hop up on his desk and spread her legs wide, would she get down on the floor before him in some position? No, the more obvious option was the one Fleur chose. Not that her turning to face his desk and bending over it so he could have a nice unobstructed view of her fat bubble butt was in any way undesirable.

In this case, Harry didn't mind the more obvious choice at all, and his grin stayed on his face as he stepped forward and reached out, grabbing hold of Fleur's curvaceous hips and groping the blonde's ass, still covered by the pair of perfectly form fitting scarlet panties as it was. Running his fingers up and down where the lacey lingerie contoured perfectly to her smooth shapely behind, Harry felt an appreciative growl rise in the back of his throat as he stared at his prize.

Astoria and Narcissa were one thing. Well, two, but semantics. Harry may have been immune to Fleur's veela allure, but that didn't mean there wasn't a marked difference between a woman with veela blood and a normal every day witch. The pinnacle of beauty for witches was just scratching the surface for the average veela, and even at a quarter and an eighth where Victoire was concerned, the two blonde women were absolutely gorgeous, the cream of the crop.

Harry's cock was pulsing with need, and he could feel that as he finally hooked his fingers into the waist of her panties and slowly slid them down off of her ass. Fleur's legs came back together momentarily as he moved the undergarment down them and off of one foot and then the other. He balled the lingerie up and placed it in a coat pocket, licking his lips as he gazed upon the now naked perfectly shaped ass of the quarter veela.

Fleur looked back over her shoulder, her eyes filled with just as much need and desire as his own probably were. She didn't need to speak to convey what she wanted, and it seemed she understood she wasn't allowed to either, because she stayed silent and waited for him to make the first move. Harry didn't waste much time. While he enjoyed staring at her posterior a bit too much, he also knew what he wanted. And he'd always been a man of action.

Gripping onto the blonde witch's hips quite suddenly, he pulled her out a bit, bouncing the tip of his cock off of her bubble butt and kicking her legs out to reveal her naked sopping wet cunt. Reaching down, Harry guided his member between the willing woman's legs and pressed the bellend against her ready and eager slit. It was all too easy to push into her, and Harry threw back his head, a groan escaping from his mouth as he sunk into her hot slippery passage.

The quarter veela had her own feelings on the matter, and she expressed them in whimpers, whines, and moans as she clawed at his desk, finally getting the full breadth of the massive member she'd been craving since she laid eyes on it. Harry Potter was a powerful wizard that instinctively drew witches to him, Fleur had known that much. Part of her, a small part, had hoped he was not up to par when it came to matters of intimacy though.

Her husband tried, oh how he tried. And more often than not, Bill could satisfy her. She was happy being his wife, content to raise their beautiful daughter together. Perhaps if Harry had been smaller, or less sure of himself, she could have sated herself on him a single time, managing to get everything she wanted. Fucking the man and getting her daughter out of that cell and out of trouble would have killed two birds with one stone.

This on the other hand, was proving to be more difficult than Fleur had hoped. Harry Potter was neither small in physical size, nor was he weak willed. The wizard knew his power and he had sexual prowess in spades that Fleur really hadn't expected. As he drove his massive cock into her from behind, his hands came up and grasped her tits from behind.

The weak point was something she wished he hadn't discovered, but there was nothing that the quarter veela could do about that now. As he kneaded her naked breasts, Fleur moaned like a wanton whore and began to push her hips back towards his prodigious member. She whimpered as she did her best to stifle the words that threatened to escape her lips. In that moment, Fleur Weasley wanted to denounce her husband and beg Harry to keep her as his pet forever more.

She had to stay strong though and maintain her calm. Fleur allowed herself to enjoy the powerful pounding Harry was putting her through, but not too much. She couldn't lose her mind here, not to this wizard. If she gave into Harry Potter, there would be no turning back and Fleur knew that. It didn't make it any easier for the witch to control herself though, especially when Harry suddenly reached up and undid the bun her long lush mane was bound into, grabbing her blonde locks in a fistful and pulling her head back.

He used the grip like reins, his other hand still on her tit as he continued to rail into her, his huge prick pistoning into her again and again. Fleur cried out in an ugly manner as she came, unable to hold it back anymore. She hid the words she wanted to say behind even more cries, allowing her ecstasy at this rough pounding to be heard, in order to keep from giving her everything to the man providing it.

Of course, Harry was feeling it by now as well. He grunted with each thrust, and his movements were becoming uneven, his long deep strokes no longer nearly as uniform as they had started out. His pulsating member, deep inside of her… Fleur could tell he was close. Desperate for an end to the immense pleasure combined with the immense pressure of his magic, Fleur ground her hips back towards his thrusting cock, clenching down tightly with her pussy muscles in order to milk his release from him.

It worked and Harry came with a shout a moment later, his white hot seed painting Fleur's walls before he pulled out, the last half of his load splattering across her perfect blemish free back. Fleur collapsed forward onto his bask, trying to catch her breath as she slowly recovered from the intense sexual experience. It had been everything the quarter veela had hoped for, but it had also been far more. Perhaps too much more. How was she ever going to last for the rest of the week like this?

A sharp sting on her ass as Harry smacked her across her rump startled Fleur out of her introspection.

"Alright, that's it for today slut. Go ahead and put yourself back together. I'm keeping the panties as a souvenir of course."

Blushing furiously, the quarter veela got up and got dressed, though she still looked like a mess once she was done. Her hair was done and disheveled, and Fleur could feel her white blouse sticking to her cum-covered back as she stood before Harry, lips pressed tightly together. He had gone back behind his desk and started doing paperwork while she dressed, but now he glanced at her and smirked. Pulling open his desk drawer, he lifted her want from inside and tossed it to her. She caught it, even as he spoke.

"You may exit through my floo, to avoid any undesirable encounters on your way home. Really, you look like someone just made you into their whore my dear."

Fleur shuddered again, both humiliation and arousal lancing through her in equal measures. Truly, how was she supposed to keep from becoming Harry's bitch at this rate? How was she possibly going to survive the next week?

-x-X-x-

"Ah, Mrs. Weasley. Go ahead and strip, you can use your magic this time. I find myself impatient to begin today."

As soon as Fleur stepped into his office and the large door shut behind her with a loud sound of finality, Harry was up out of his chair and stepping around his desk towards her. The quarter veela froze up for a moment at the abruptness of his words before nodding sharply and obeying, her wand flicking up and down and removing her garments in short order, the lot of them folded and piled up on a nearby chair.

She stood before him utterly naked as he stepped towards her, meeting her in the center of the room this time. As he stopped, his belt came undone on its own, his pants sliding down a bit along with his boxers to reveal his half-hard cock.

"Kneel."

Fleur dropped to her knees at once. She moved to wrap her tits around his member, but Harry stopped her.

"No hands, no breasts. I want you to use your mouth and only your mouth this time."

Blushing, the blonde witch did as she was told and placed her hands palm down on the top of her knees as she leaned in and parted her lips around the tip of his member. Sucking his cock into her open maw, Fleur moaned as she swirled her tongue over his cockhead. Harry grunted, his hand going to her hair. Fleur hadn't bothered to do it up this time, and as a result he was able to curl his fingers through her lush blonde locks without issue, gripping down on her mane as she began to enthusiastically suck him off.

Her breasts heaved as Fleur took the large dick deeper and deeper into her mouth, slobber gathering and dripping down her chin as she drooled around his massive member. His cock hit the back of her throat and she hacked, trying to back off only to find Harry wasn't having any of it. The beautiful quarter veela looked up the slope of Harry's form to his eyes, and she could see what he wanted of her in the wicked smile and the hooded gaze directed her way.

Those were the only warnings the blonde witch got before Harry brought his other hand up as well and used his dual grip on her hair to thrust forward down her throat. Fleur choked and gagged uselessly as he began to force her to deep throat his entire cock. But her hands never left her legs, the quarter veela simply enduring rather than fighting back.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Her makeup and her mascara ran as the cherry red lip stick she'd applied to her pouty lips was spread all over the length of Harry's prick. Even more drool and slobber escaped from her open mouth as Harry continued to piston in and out of her throat, a bulge appearing in her neck with each deep dive. Soon enough her breasts were covered in her saliva, as was his cock. At the same time, Harry was now managing to get his entire length into her mouth and down her throat, his pubes tickling her nose and his balls smacking against her chin with each thrust.

Fleur couldn't breathe, and that was what finally had the blonde bring a hand up, smacking weakly against Harry's leg in an effort to get him to stop. Ultimately, he pulled back for a second, letting her draw in a greedy breath before forcing her to once more deep throat his cock. Harry fucked Fleur's face like this for several minutes before the tight feeling of her spasming throat as she tried to breathe around his cock finally got to him.

With a grunt, Harry began to cum. He was already pulling out of her throat though, and Fleur only choked a bit on his seed before Harry had his cock out of her mouth entirely. The dark haired man seemed to greatly enjoy directing his release all over her face. Fleur flinched as it struck her across the eyes, across the cheeks, across her brow. Her face, hair, and tits ended up covered in the stuff before Harry was finally done. Slowly reaching up, Fleur wiped the man's seed from her eyes… and then stuffed her dirty fingers into her mouth, licking them clean and eating up every bit of his cum that he could.

She went back for more but Harry stopped her.

"Ah! Leave the rest darling. I didn't give you a facial just so I could watch you eat my seed up like you're some sort of cum hungry whore. I like that look on you. On your knees, face all messed up like that. You look like you've finally found your place."

Fleur blushed furiously, because if she was being truly honest with herself, this did feel right, being on her knees like this. She didn't say that out loud though, instead lowering her hands back down and lowering her gaze as well, waiting for his next orders.

"In fact, there's really only one thing that makes sense to do at this point. You should call your husband."

Fleur's eyes widened at that and her head snapped up.

"W-what? 'Arry, I do not understand!"

He stared at her, distinctly unimpressed.

"You will address me as your Lord Mrs. Weasley, or you will keep your mouth shut and not say anything at all. And if you truly don't get it, you're dimmer than I thought. I'm expecting you to place a floo call to your darling husband, as I happen to know he's in his office at Gringotts' this week, preparing to go on another expedition soon. Call him. Ask him how he's doing. Check in with him. If he asks, you can tell him you're in my office discussing the final bits pertaining to Victoire's… community service."

Fleur found herself shaking just a bit. Just how far would Harry make her go this week? They were already on the second day and he was asking… no, he was demanding this of her? But she couldn't say no. Not only had she made a deal with the man, she didn't want to disappoint him. Already the quarter veela was bending to the powerful wizard's will, despite trying to hold back from worshipping him totally and utterly, as was her true desire.

So, slowly, oh so very slowly, Fleur crawled across the floor of Harry's office to the beautiful stone fireplace. Completely naked, the beautiful blonde witch grabbed a pinch of floo powder and tossed it into the fire.

"Gringotts, Bill Weasley's office."

The fire turned green a moment later and Fleur stuck her head through. She found her husband on the other side, looking pleasantly surprised to see her face. Fleur gave him her best smile. Through the green fire, she knew he would not be able to make out all the details of her visage. She could only hope that would keep him from noticing her cum covered features, or her ruined makeup.

"Fleur! This is a nice surprise honey. What's up?"

The quarter veela opened her mouth to speak, only for familiar masculine hands to suddenly grasp her hips from behind her. Fleur's eyes widened at the unexpected contact, and a moment later she felt the tip of Harry's thick cock, once more unbelievably hard, running up and down her backside. As a result, when Fleur answered her husband, it was with a voice crack and a stutter.

"B-Bill! I'm contacting you from ze Head Auror's office! 'A-Arry 'as been kind enough to allow me some input in our darling Victoire's community service. I-I theenk we are close to an acceptable arrangement."

All while Fleur was talking, Harry was getting more and more amorous. His cockhead pressed against her slit without warning and suddenly he was inside of her, just like he had been yesterday. Only this time, Fleur was on her hands and knees with her head inside of a floo call connected to her husband while the dark haired wizard's thick prick thrust into her from behind. Desperately, Fleur tried to contain her voice, pressing her lips tight together and attempting to steady her body, forced to push back to keep Harry from forcing her out through the fire with the force of his thrusts.

"Oh, that's excellent darling! Thank Harry for me, will you? I don't know what we're going to do with that girl, but if anyone can scare some sense into her I'm sure it's him. We're lucky to have him in our lives. Not everyone has an in with the Head Auror after all?"

Fleur had to hold back a derisive snort at that. Her first thought was that it felt more like the Head Auror had an in with HER right now, with the way he was pistoning away inside of her. She didn't say that thought, even as her breath grew uneven and she realized she was growing closer and closer to an explosive orgasm with every thrust.

Before she could say anything though, Bill seemed to finally notice something was off, peering at her face with a frown.

"Fleur are you okay? You look uncomfortable… actually, you look like a mess. What happened?"

"Ah, nozing serious Bill, I-I am fine. It… It was simple an accident, on ze way to Lord Potter's office. I got splashed somezing dreadful. 'Arry 'as been most gracious in helping me clean up."

The opposite couldn't have been truer, given the way he was currently slapping her big fat ass in time with his thrusts into her gushing wet cunt. Fleur didn't know how much longer she could last, and she began to tense up, preparing for the orgasm that was almost there. She wasn't sure she could keep it quiet, but she had to do her best to hide her indiscretions.

"Oh that's good to hear. Well, give Harry my thanks again then will you?"

Fleur nodded, not trusting herself to speak. That seemed to be as good an end to the conversation as she was going to get, so the blonde witch pulled her head back out of the fire, ending the floo call. She was left staring into orange flames as Harry continued to pound away at her tight and needy cunt. The climax she'd been holding back came a moment later and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her entire body seized up under him, her cunt simultaneously clenching down as hard as ever on Harry's prick while at the same time releasing a tidal wave of pussy juices that sprayed out of her spread lower lips with force, staining his carpet something awful.

Fleur slumped forward, her ass still up in the air and her head now resting on her arms as she tried to calm her racing heart. That had been the most terrifying experience of her life, but also the most pleasurable. Fleur was ashamed of herself and at the same time entirely too pleased with the explosive finish it had led to.

Harry though, was far from done with her. He grabbed up her hair suddenly and pulled her head back. At the same time, his other arm wrapped around her waist, and the next thing Fleur knew she was being lifted off the ground entirely, forced to stand up as Harry continued to thrust into her from behind all the way.

The blonde witch stood with her legs spread and her back arched back, half bent at the waist while Harry continued his assault on her body. Something was breaking in the quarter veela's mind. Where before she'd been ever so slowly bending, now, with the shameful pleasure of cucking her husband right in front of him with him none the wiser fresh in her mind, Fleur Weasley was becoming completely and utterly enslaved to Harry Potter's cock.

"Oh yes, you are so big my Lord! Please, fuck me harder! Oh Merlin!"

Fleur could barely breathe, her entire world focused on the feeling of Harry's shaft filling her pussy to the brim again and again, the way he was destroying her from behind absolutely wrecking her focus. As she was forced through another orgasm, Fleur's tongue lulled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled listlessly, the perfect picture of a fucked silly witch on her face.

When Harry finally reached his second release, he let her go almost casually and Fleur dropped forward onto her face with her ass once more sticking up in the air as Harry came all over it. Once again covered in his seed, all the blonde witch could do was lay there, twitching. She was completely and utterly demolished and as Harry looked upon what he had wrought, he smiled.

"That's a good girl Fleur. We'll go a bit further tomorrow, but for now I suppose you can leave. I'm done with you."

Slowly, the ruined quarter veela crawled over to where her clothes were folded up and began to get dressed. It was several minutes before she could stand on shaky legs once again, and as soon as she could the blonde fled through the floo, leaving Harry to smirk and think eagerly to what he had planned for the next day.

-x-X-x-

Fleur blanched at what Harry held in his hands. She stood in front of him, completely naked and trembling with need. She'd come to today's meeting completely ready and willing, more than the previous two days. This was the day she would submit to him entirely, and she knew it. Still, this was a bit more than what the blonde was expecting.

"M-my Lord?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, still holding up the golden chain, a needle on either end of it.

"Are you confused slut? Did I stutter? I may only have you for a few more days, but until the week is over, you are mine. Hence, I'm going to be marking you as my property today. And ever since you told me about your oh so sensitive chest, I've been quite excited to pierce those delectable nipples of yours."

Fleur bit her lower lip, trembling for an entirely new reason now. Ultimately though, she lowered her head and stepped forward while squeezing her eyes shut, her impossibly perky breasts jutting out as she presented them to Harry. Smirking, Harry raised his wand and a moment later the chain and its needles were floating. With a quick bit of magic, the needles piercing Fleur's nipples on either side and another flick of his wand sealed the deal, capping the piercings off and leaving her with a nice golden chain swaying free between her breasts.

Harry had a mischievous grin on his face as he did what any red blooded male would do in such a situation. Reaching forward, he hooked two fingers into the middle of the chain and tugged, causing Fleur's eyes to snap back open as an involuntary gasp of pleasure and pain left her lips. She looked down at her new jewelry in a mixture of anticipation and fear, a light whimper crawling out of her throat at the sight.

"Now then, up on the desk Fleur. I have one other thing I need to do with you."

He used the chain between her tits to guide her back across his office to where his large mahogany desk sat. Once more his wand came into play as he cleared a space with it and then nodded to her. Hesitant and still clearly worried, Fleur moved forward all the same, hopping up onto his desk and sitting there as she turned to face him.

Pressing his hands along her inner thighs, Harry slid Fleur's legs apart, smiling down at her well-manicured blonde bush.

"I like that the carpet matches the drapes my lovely veela slut. Shaven has its place too, but for this I needed a bit to work with. You've given me enough."

Then, without any sort of further warning, Harry pressed the suddenly glowing tip of his want to Fleur's bush and the blonde witch gasped at the sudden intense heat that briefly rose from the spot. She squirmed at first, until Harry stopped that with a quick freezing charm. He freed her once he was done with his work, and the quarter veela quickly craned her head past her large pierced rack in order to inspect her pussy to see what he'd done to her.

What Fleur found made her flush red in a mixture of happiness and horror. Harry had taken her trimmed bush and trimmed it down further. More specifically though, he'd left a very familiar lightning bolt shape in her pubes, truly marking her body as his. She was afraid Bill would see, but at the same time Fleur felt a sense of pride at being owned by the powerful overwhelming wizard. The stray thought that it was such a shame this would only last another half a week suddenly went through her head before she could stomp down on it, and Fleur blushed under Harry's knowing gaze.

"Hah, you like it! How cute. Well, now that I've marked you as my own, it's about time I move onto the main event isn't it?"

Here, Fleur had no trepidation, no hesitation. The blonde witch nodded rapidly, an eager smile on her face as she reached down past her new lightning bolt and spread her pussy lips wide. She was ready and willing to take his cock inside of her again, and in fact couldn't wait to be fucked once more. Harry stared in surprise at the display for a moment before shaking his head and chuckling.

"Cute Fleur, but I've had enough fun with that hole, don't you think? I've had fun with most of your body. Except, there's one place I haven't been yet, isn't there?"

Fleur's brow furrowed in confusion for a long moment before her eyes widened in understanding.

"You wish to f-fuck my asshole my Lord?"

Harry just grinned, his wand coming up and quickly extracting his cock from its confines once again, before he slid the tip of the magical instrument under her and pressed it between her ass cheeks. Fleur blushed scarlet as he cast scourgify, essentially giving her an on the spot magical enema. Then he pushed her backwards onto the desk, forcing her to lie back and pushing her legs back with her as he exposed her cute tight asshole to his eyes.

"You got it in one my dear. And there it is. Looks almost untouched Fleur. Tell me, has Bill ever been up this hole?"

Blushing furiously, Fleur nodded hesitantly.

"O-once… it was not a good experience, for either of us."

Harry just grinned.

"Perhaps he wasn't doing it right. Let's find out."

Pressing forward with the tip of his wand, Harry penetrated Fleur's tiny little butthole with ease, working it in and out of her ass and ever so slowly spreading her open. For Fleur, it was almost like a religious experience, having Harry use his wand on her like this. A wand was very much like a muggle firearm in this manner. There was a reason after all that wand holsters were highly recommended. And the old adage that keeping your wand in your back pocket was a good way to get your ass blown off still rang true to this day.

A wand was a weapon and in the hands of any other wizard, Fleur would not be even close to willing to engage in such an activity as this. But Harry was different, his magical might and the control he held over that might had been apparent to Fleur from the first moment that she'd walked into his office. He would never misfire a spell from his wand, she could trust that much.

That didn't mean he couldn't cast purposeful spells directly into her ass from this current position. Fleur didn't believe he would, but it was the thought that he might that got her heart racing as he continued to slide more and more of his wand in and out of her rectum until he seemed satisfied. Once he pulled his wand out, he replaced it with two fingers, and then three. Neither of these things got quite as deep as the wand did, but they did wonders in spreading her wider for the ultimate goal. That log of a cock between Harry's legs that Fleur couldn't help staring at down the slope of her body.

Eventually, Harry deemed her prepared and withdrew his fingers as well. One hand held onto her leg for support, while the other reached up to grab hold of the golden chain connected to her tit piercings. He tugged on that chain, drawing Fleur's attention to her oh so sensitive chest while he began to slowly push his cock into her ass.

It wasn't easy going, and Fleur let out a keening wail as she felt his girth spread open her poor sphincter. She felt like she was being split in half as Harry worked inch after inch of his member into her bowels, filling her ass just as much as he'd filled her cunt, but this time there was quite a lot more pressure on his cock as her desperate back door tried and failed to squeeze him out.

"So damn tight slut. Fuck, this is good."

Harry murmured under his breath as he continued to play with her nipple piercings and her breasts. Fleur moaned, unable to help herself. Despite how uncomfortable having him in her ass felt, the way he was messing with her tits more than made up for it. And soon enough, Fleur was feeling less discomfort and more pleasure from the intrusion in her butt as well. Quite soon in fact, as Fleur's eyes widened and she suddenly came from nothing but her ass being fucked and her tits being played with.

The orgasm caused her body to relax for a moment, and Harry grunted as he pushed even deeper inside of her ass. From there, the dark haired wizard began to fuck her butt for all he was worth, which was considerable to say the least. Fleur could do nothing but lie back across the man's desk and take it, her head rolling from side to side as she tried and failed to keep it together. Instead, her world was one long continuous moan as a glorious shaft pistoned in and out of her tight posterior again and again, and the chain between her breasts was tugged roughly in time with that pistoning.

She lost track of the orgasms she experienced at the hands of her Lord, and in the end Fleur passed out from the pleasure, going insensate long before Harry finally came, filling her butt up with his seed and leaving her dripping cum onto the floor as he pulled out, panting.

He looked at Fleur's delirious fucked silly face and grunted, bringing his hand down on her bare skin in a harsh slap that brought Fleur back to the world of the sane. She startled, gasping for air and staring at Harry with an expression of pure awe and reverence. The dark haired wizard didn't seem to care much though, already turning away from her.

"Tomorrow, you'll bring your daughter to me. It's time we got her… community service started. Do you understand?"

"Yes my Lord. I will, I promise."

The response was immediate and a smile ghosted across Harry's lips. Fleur was his, totally and utterly. Her daughter would soon follow.

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The next day, Fleur was looking quite respectable, like a true lady for once. The reason why was obvious of course as she guided her daughter into his office with a serious stern face. Victoire Weasley looked every bit the spitting image of her delicious mother. Perhaps not completely grown into her body yet at the tender age of seventeen. But she was a Hogwarts graduate, and she was adult enough to be caught in public giving her boyfriend a handie. As such, Harry had no problem treating her as the young woman she clearly was, rather than just another child.

"Mrs. Weasley. Ms. Weasley. A pleasure to see you both. Victoire, do you know why you're here?"

Her eyes had been lowered, but now she glanced up to meet his piercing gaze. As expected, the part veela found herself caught by that gaze, and she was unable to look away as she stammered out a reply.

"I… I'm here to be punished my Lord. Mother explained everything to me this morning."

Everything? Now THAT was a surprise. Harry glanced to Fleur, raising a brow questioningly. The blonde witch seemed quite proud of herself for preparing her daughter for what was to come. But she said nothing, merely waiting for him to take charge as she expected. Seeing he wasn't going to get anything from the woman, Harry let out a low breath.

Only one way to find out exactly what Victoire expected to happen here, wasn't there?

"Very well. You're a bit overdressed for punishment though, aren't you?"

As both women reached up in unison and began to undress, a wide wicked smile spread across Harry's face. Well now, it looked like this was going to be quite fun. Fleur was already his, he knew that much. But he only had half the week left. Time would tell if he could leave Victoire coming back for more before her… punishment was up.

Harry had always loved a good challenge though.

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