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The Grind (And Helping Heather Potter) Ch.15
🕑 Added 2023-08-14 22:28:04 +0000 UTC“Don’t make me get the chastity belt, Gabby! I will!” Fleur yelled through the door she had her back to.
The other French Veela in the Beauxbatons carriage gasped as Fleur evoked the worst threat one could make to a Veela. None of them moved to intervene though, content to watch the fireworks of family drama like the rest of their classmates.
On the other side, Gabrielle pounded on the door, futilely trying to push it open, “Let me out, Fleur! We are Bonded! We will not be kept apart by your protective prejudice!”
“Non!” Fleur shouted back. “I refuse. I will not lose you again, Gabby! Especially not to a damned Englishman!”
Fleur was getting desperate. Nothing worked. Nothing changed Gabrielle’s mind on the subject of her so-called ‘Bonded’. Fleur had to restrict Gabrielle to the carriage, physically restraining her most of the time to prevent her from running off and offering herself up to that… that swine!
Fleur would not be fooled by Atlas White’s dashing good looks! Nor his respectable position as a Hogwarts Professor! Even the generally positive things she’d heard about him from his students and the rest of the staff would not sway her mind. They thought he was a hard-working and personable young man. Bah! They knew nothing!
Atlas White was the Devil himself! His sole purpose was leading young Veela astray! Even Fleur caught her mind drifting to his unreasonably handsome face during some of her late-night indulgence sessions. He raised blindingly-hot feelings in her breast, feelings of unrivaled passion and romantic conflict and lust that raged like an inferno. Just more evidence that the… the beast was meant to seduce and corrupt vulnerable Veela like Fleur and her innocent baby sister!
If even her body mistook hate for lust, what must poor Gabrielle be going through?! Fleur shuddered at the very thought. Fleur would not let Gabrielle give in to the Devil’s temptation! She would even offer herself up in Gabrielle’s place if necessary!
The pounding on the other side of the door went silent and Fleur slumped in relief, “Thank you for finally seeing reason, Gabby…”
On the other side, Gabrielle was feeling anything but reasonable. She was frustrated, almost to the point of fuming. Her sister’s protective reaction had been cute and amusing at first. Now, it was just preventing Gabrielle from repaying her debt and Bond. It’d been days since she’d seen her Bondmate, for goodness’ sake! She needed to get out of here, to see her Angel again…
“I shall be back soon with food,” Fleur announced through the door. “Maybe you will feel a bit more sound of mind after eating with me.”
“Will all of you watch her while I am gone?” Fleur asked the rest of the room.
This part of the carriage was limited to Veela only. As such, all of the Beauxbatons Veela had front-row seats to Fleur and Gabrielle’s… disagreement. Sides had already been chosen as well and the vast majority agreed that Gabrielle was in the right and Fleur was in the wrong. The rest at least sympathized with Gabrielle’s plight, understanding her actions with their shared Veela natures as reference.
Someone made a vague noise that might have sounded like agreement if you were half-deaf. Fleur wasn’t but she took the noise as a sign of confirmation anyway. She was under the impression that the other Veela all agreed with her, unwilling to consider or even acknowledge that she was being irrational and that everyone could see it.
There was a moment of silence as Fleur nodded and left the room. Then, unopposed, one of the Veela moved to open the door to Gabrielle’s room. Gabrielle blinked in surprise that an opportunity for her escape would present itself so soon.
“Go to him,” The helpful Veela simply said.
Gabrielle blinked again before a wide smile grew across her face, “Merci. I shall not forget about this.”
She began to run without waiting for a reply. The time for subtlety had passed and as she ran through the carriage, she passed the kitchen where Fleur had gone in a rush. Fleur peeked her head out to see what the commotion was and caught the briefest glimpse of white-blonde hair and the briefest whiff of familiar Allure. She ran back into the Veela quarters to see the door to Gabrielle’s room wide open and the rest of the Veela sitting around as if nothing had happened.
“What did you do?!” Fleur asked frantically. “Gabrielle is-…! I shall not forget about this!”
As she stormed out after Gabrielle, one of the Veela absently mused, “They are so similar sometimes. Odds on this backfiring stupendously for her?”
The rest of the quarters broke into giggles, “Sucker’s bet.”
Fleur raced out of the carriage, desperate to catch up with Gabrielle before she could do something they would both regret. If she failed… Fleur didn’t even want to consider it. For Gabrielle to tie herself to that… that seductive m-monster! It was unthinkable!
Gabrielle was the perfect example of a young Veela maiden. She was beautiful, pure, and innocent. And this beastly Englishman wanted to take that away from her and Fleur! He wanted to hoard that beauty away from the world, all to himself.
There was no way the Gabrielle that Fleur knew would fall to Atlas’ devilishly dark charms. He must have been manipulating her! He must have held some fiendish sway over Gabrielle! There was no other possibility in Fleur’s biased mind. That Fleur might not have known her little sister as well as she thought she did never crossed her mind.
If she didn’t catch up to Gabrielle, there was only one possible outcome to this situation. Fleur’s dear baby sister would be taken and corrupted to a life of l-lewd passion and unimaginable p-pleasure. Fleur couldn’t let that happen. Not when she hadn’t even had the chance to fall in love yet! It wasn’t fair! She was the older sister! She should go first!
Fleur’s mind paused, stuttering on that thought. That wasn’t quite right… was it? No, she was doing this to protect Gabrielle from the dark, sensual realities of the world! Yes! That Devil’s manipulative, lustful mind control must extend farther than she thought!
Fleur shuddered as warmth passed through her body. S-Such power… He must be a formidable opponent. A formidable mate…
Still, Fleur ran, not letting herself be distracted by her traitorous thoughts. She tracked Gabrielle into the Castle by the Allure that was practically pouring off of her pure baby sister. Gabrielle must already have given into the beastly influence Atlas held over the minds of all Veela! It was the only thing that explained why she was leaking so much and Fleur had to save her!
If Fleur was confronted by the actual reality of her situation, she would have been mortified. Not just by how she’d based her entire opinion on a prejudiced misunderstanding but also by how far into denial she was of her own attraction. Fleur Delacour was currently the queen of denial, delusion, and seeing things that weren’t there and as the other Beauxbatons Veela said, it was about to blow up in her face stupendously.
Fleur heard that Devil’s voice — the one straight out of her nightmares and wet dreams — before she caught up to Gabrielle, “Gabrielle? Why are you running-… mmph! Mmmmm… Well, I guess this is as good a time to deal with our situation as any.”
Rounding the corner, Fleur yelled, “Stop! Cease! Halt! Get your hands off of her, y-y-you fiend! Y-You villain!”
Atlas looked up at Fleur in surprise, still holding Gabrielle in his arms as she laid kiss after kiss upon his chin and neck, “I see you brought your sister with you. Great…”
“Unhand her, Beast!” Fleur repeated herself, not knowing what else to do at the moment. It was obvious to her that Atlas had already sunk his claws too deep into Gabby’s mind. She was thoroughly enthralled by him.
“Maybe now we can have an actually productive conversation,” Atlas mused.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Devil?!” Fleur shot back, scandalized. “That way you can work your silver-tongued magic and twist our minds and b-bodies to your will! I will not give you the pleasure! There will be no talking! I will give you one chance before I will be forced to resort to violence!”
“Finally,” Atlas rolled his eyes. “I’ll do anything to resolve this misunderstanding you seem to have of me. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as stubborn as you, Fleur.”
“D-Do not use my name so casually, Devil!” Fleur blushed furiously despite how much she tried to smother it.
“What am I supposed to call you then?” Atlas asked flatly.
“T-That’s not important!” Fleur deflected. “What is important is my proposition for you!”
“Fleur… Sister… I love you but you are quickly becoming infuriating. Nothing you can do will keep me and my Bonded apart-…” Gabrielle tried to interrupt and head off Fleur’s undoubtedly hare-brained scheme to save her.
Fleur had already worked up a full head of steam and wouldn’t be deterred, “I-If you must slake your lusts and satisfy your dark base urges, y-you may take me instead! All I ask is that you leave Gabrielle out of this… She is yet young, innocent, and unprepared to satisfy a devilish English bastard like yourself. I-If you do… You will have all of me… I shall take Gabrielle’s place in your manipulations of mine own free will…”
Atlas and Gabrielle looked between themselves and Fleur in stunned shock. Then Fleur’s proposition truly set in and Gabrielle felt like screaming and facepalming at the same time. Of course, her stupidly protective sister would try to be noble and in the process, try to steal Gabrielle’s Bonded away.
“Well…” Atlas said slowly, mostly addressing Gabrielle. “I did say I’d do anything…”
Gabrielle sighed, “And she will continue to stick her nose where it does not belong if we do not agree… I suppose I do not mind sharing with ma sœur…”
“Wait!” Fleur exclaimed, her accent coming out strong due to her flustered and traitorously excited state. “Zat was not ze deal!”
Gabrielle stalked toward her sister menacingly, “I am altering the deal. Pray I do not alter it any further…”
IIIII
“Oh~! Ooooh~! You brute~! You Devil~! You fiend~!” Fleur moaned, her hands threading through her own silky hair as if desperately trying to hold onto control of herself.
My tongue lashed her clit fiercely, drawing yet more melodic moans from Fleur’s luscious lips. Her ass filled my palm as I held her upright atop my face. Her feminine juices sprung forth freely, pouring onto my lips and into my mouth like a biblical flood. She tasted of heat and passion, the flames of love and hate, and a hint of cinnamon that had no business being in a woman’s natural flavor.
The air in my room began to heat up with Fleur’s Allure and I was legitimately worried about my bedsheets catching fire for a moment. Then I decided that would be one hell of a way to go out and I put it out of my mind. My free hand roamed Fleur’s front, gliding up her taut tummy and sinfully smooth skin to land on her perfectly perky peaks.
Her body instantly reacted by pushing her chest into my touch even as her mind protested, “N-Noooooo~! M-Mine heart~! D-Don’t let him feel how fast it beats for him~!”
Gabrielle purred, pressing herself up against Fleur’s back, “Magnifique, isn’t he~? I knew he would be from the moment we first touched. Magic does not make poor choices, non? Don’t resist, Fleur. Give yourself to him~”
“Non!” Fleur shook her head frantically as if she was trying to convince herself of her own vehement denial. “It is lies! Trickery! Yes, he cheats! He must be~! Nothing could possibly feel this good~”
For some reason, that accusation was the one that stung my pride the most. My grip on her ass and breast tightened, fingers sinking into Fleur’s soft flesh. At the same time, my lips formed a seal around her love button and sucked hard, toying with the sensitive nub and rolling it lightly between them. Fleur’s moan sounded more like a scream.
“Impossible! Impossible, impossible, impossible~!” Fleur repeated herself hoarse with her denial even as she came all over my face.
It wasn’t enough. Even as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life, my pride wasn’t satisfied. I would ruin Fleur. I would see her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolling, and her whole body trembling with unbearable ecstasy. I would show her exactly how manipulative and devilish I could be. The darkness in my soul called for me to dominate this stubborn, troublesome Veela and I didn’t deny the call.
Gabrielle must have felt something change in my aura because she instantly backed up and got out of the way. Fleur was too gone to notice. I stood, taking Fleur with me and thanking the Grind for my raised Body stat. Once I was standing, I bodily picked Fleur off my face and threw her onto the bed below us.
“Y-You utter brute! Beast! Barbarian! Uncultured British swine! H-H-How dare you do such a thing to a pure Veela maiden like moi?! H-Have you no shame?! Even if I have offered myself up to s-slake your l-lusts, y-you could at least be g-gentle!”
Fleur ranted as I loomed over her. Honestly, now that I knew she was all bark and no bite, her insults were kind of cute. Except when she accused me of cheating. A Gamer doesn’t cheat. They may abuse their System as much as physically possible but they did not cheat.
“Be quiet,” I ordered, making Fleur’s mouth snap shut with surprising speed as her body seemed to instinctively obey me. “You’re being rather rude. I think I should make it my job to show you some proper manners and make you apologize. Listen closely. I will not repeat myself and I am more than willing to discipline you.”
Fleur let out a scandalized gasp, “You wouldn’t dare! You will not lay a single a-aggressive finger on me, D-Devil! I-I-If you do, I-I… I shall not be held responsible for my reaction-… mmph!”
I leaned down and pinched Fleur’s cheeks with a single hand, artificially pursing her lips and shutting her up at the same time. I spoke down to her as if she was an unruly child, disregarding any sense of pride she had, “Quiet.”
I continued in a calm but firm voice, “Perhaps I was not clear. You will be learning some manners. And you will start to treat me with even a modicum of respect. You offered yourself up in place of your sister. I believe she can make her own decisions but I will still be taking advantage of your offer. You do not have to like it but your body is mine. That was the deal. And I will not have something that is mine be so rude as to accuse me of cheating.”
“D-Do your worst…” Fleur tried to put on a strong face but I could feel how her Allure flared at my declaration of ownership, smell how thick the air was with her arousal, and see the wetness coating her inner thighs and forming a small wet spot on the bed beneath her.
I didn’t reply verbally, just grinning down at her dangerously. She was quite literally asking for it now. The rest of my clothes came off quickly and I kneeled above Fleur with my hips spreading her legs wide open. She tried futilely to close them, only ending up wrapping them around my waist.
My hardness pressed against her, dwarfing her dripping sex and making her shiver. Fleur looked down at where we would soon be connected with awe and no small amount of fear. I stroked her curvy hips with my hand, helping her calm down slightly. It wouldn’t do for her to be scared of our first time together.
“D-Do not bother t-teasing me. I shall never b-break!” Fleur stuttered, her hips bucking minutely into mine as I rubbed the base of my cock onto her most sensitive nerves.
“You will,” I stated matter-of-factly.
Fleur actually moaned at that, “OOooooh~! I’m sorry Maman… Papa… This… This Devil will corrupt your poor, innocent Veela daughter~! How will I ever face them after knowing this disgrace~? Be still, mine heart~ T-This feeling… I am but putty before him~!”
I rolled my eyes. Just… the absolute biggest drama queen. I took myself into hand, using my other hand to lift Fleur’s hips. Her body yielded to my direction and Fleur whined as it did. My tip teased her lower lips until it found the right place. I paused before pushing forward, looking down at Fleur to catch her staring up at me with wide eyes.
With a smirk and squeeze of her hip, I let myself push forward, pulling Fleur back onto me at the same time. Her mouth fell open into an ‘O’ as her lower lips began to be stretched in a similar state. Steadily, I slid inside of her, aided by how utterly soaked she was and how her body seemed to naturally accept my intrusion.
“I-I am split open~! Laid bare before a beast of Lust that demands all of me~” Fleur moaned, clenching tightly around me as her own words stoked her arousal. “B-But… f-for Gabby… I shall freely sacrifice myself to the beast~”
In the background, I heard Gabrielle deadpan, “Fleur, stop using me as a method of denial. Just be honest with yourself already.”
“Never!” Fleur declared proudly even as her hands gripped the sheets below us tightly in pleasure. “I shall not give this lustful deviant the pleasure!”
Sighing, I leaned down over Fleur and covered her mouth with a hand as I pushed even deeper inside her, “You talk too much.”
She continued trying to speak but just ended up babbling incoherently into my hand. With a long, rolling thrust of my hips, I seated myself fully inside her. Fleur’s whole body quaked and her eyes fluttered back in her head.
We fit together perfectly. She stretched readily and eagerly to accept me into her depths. My cock throbbed inside her, the head gently kissing the entrance to her womb. Her inner walls gripped me like a sleeve of warm, writhing silk, pulsating in time with her racing heartbeat. It was as if she was born for this. As if her pussy was specifically designed to perfectly engulf my cock.
I felt Gabrielle mold herself to my back, kissing my neck and nipping at my shoulder as she whispered, “Go on, Mon Ange~ Show my dear sister what she’s been missing~ What she’s been denying and fighting so hard against~”
I grunted as I did just that. My hips drew back, withdrawing from Fleur’s desperate depths. Fleur whimpered into my hand, her body thrashing as she tried to reclaim the feeling of fullness she’d momentarily lost. When only my tip remained inside her, I thrust back forward with speed, spearing Fleur’s core and making her cry out in sensational pleasure.
Gabrielle clung to me from behind, laying worshipful hands on my torso and upper body as I fucked every sense of reason or thought out of her sister’s mind. Even with only the first couple of thrusts, Fleur had become a mess.
Her hair splayed wild and free around her like a silken halo. Her body trembled and twitched, tensing with each thrust. Her chest quivered as she breathed, sucking in desperate breaths as if that would help dampen the overwhelming ecstasy she was feeling somehow. Her expression was one of unthinking lewdness, all thoughts driven out of her mind by my cock splitting her open to her core.
I pulled her onto me hard with each thrust of my hips. Her pussy squelched and sucked me in, swallowing everything I had to give her until her first orgasm hit her like a train. Even my hand couldn’t muffle Fleur’s scream as she came. Clamping down on me like a vise, I struggled to keep my cock moving in and out of Fleur.
Her first climax led directly into a second and then a third. She chained orgasms like spells, climbing higher and higher as peak after peak wracked her body and mind. Eventually, my hand had to leave her mouth and grab her ass just to maintain the leverage to keep fucking her!
Fleur’s pussy sucked me in deep and didn’t want to let go even as I pulled out. Her inner walls and lower lips hugged every inch of my shaft, milking tight pleasure from my nerves. Fleur’s tongue lolled out of her now-uncovered mouth and her eyes crossed whorishly. The fucked-silly face she made was beautiful to look at. In another universe, it could have been a trend.
“Sho goooodsh~” Fleur slurred as her body twitched with a near-constant orgasm. “Nooooouuuuu~! Thish brutish can’t break meeeee~! I musht stay shtrong~!”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Even cumming her little Veela brains out, Fleur couldn’t help but run her stupid French mouth, “Oh, do shut up, Fleur.”
“Ywu dyareeeeiiii!?!” Fleur’s indignation transitioned into a squeal, somehow still channeling her presumed pride into her slutty voice.
“I dare,” I simply said.
“Nyyyyyaaaaauuuuuuuu~!” Fleur’s response to my cheek was a long, keening whine as her pussy gushed around me, her body tried its best to accept everything I was, and her mind resisted my claim on her.
Despite her verbal protests, Fleur’s body was seeking even more physical contact. Her hands reached up for me, seemingly without the permission of Fleur’s conscious mind. They wrapped around me, trying to pull me closer than was physically possible. They found their way to my head, threading her fingers almost lovingly through my hair and cupping the back of my neck.
Fleur did her best to glare at me, “D-Don’t you dare k-kiss me, Beast!”
Her actions said the exact opposite of her words, pulling my face closer to hers, “I-I’m w-warning you!”
When there was an inch between our lips, she stopped pulling me closer, unwilling to cross the last line herself. I stayed exactly where she’d stopped, staring down at her. Fleur’s unconvincing glare began to waver.
“W-Well?!” She demanded.
“Well, what?” I asked innocently, still pistoning myself deep into Fleur’s core.
“Aaahhh~!” Fleur moaned but her glare returned at full force. “D-Don’t think y-you’ve won, Devil!”
“I have,” I said smugly. “You just haven’t accepted it yet.”
“Gasp! Never-… mmmphmmmm~!” Fleur’s scandalized gasp didn’t get far as I cut her off by doing what she wanted but wouldn’t admit.
I closed the rest of the distance between us and took hold of her lips with mine. Her body almost instantly melted into the kiss as whatever nonsense she was about to say was lost to her own passion. Hot and heavy, Fleur’s kiss was filled with lust and ‘hate’.
It was also what finally sent me over the edge. She put all of her emotions into our kiss, maybe unintentionally. Maybe it had something to do with her being Veela and her Allure because I could feel everything. I could feel her attraction and the vehement denial of it on her end. I could feel the hints of jealousy that her sister might have found someone before her. I could feel her overwhelming love for Gabrielle and the desire to protect her from the world. I could feel her ‘hate’, a muddled feeling mixed with misunderstandings, prejudice, and rebellious lust.
Fleur didn’t love me. And that was okay. Actually, it was preferable. I would be more concerned if she did. But I don’t think she actually hated me either. She was mistaking natural attraction and lust for something manipulative attributed to me and she was lashing out. Most of all, she was scared for her sister and herself, a fear bred from a lifetime of being the most desirable thing in any room.
She laid herself bare before me without even realizing or acknowledging what she was doing. She was so absorbed and swept along by the intimacy of our kiss and the ecstasy of our coupling that she didn’t know she was giving me a small piece of herself. And I could no longer deny something myself. Beneath her prickly, protective, and proud exterior, Fleur was a beautiful woman.
I groaned into the kiss, trying to return Fleur’s intensity. As I did, I spilled myself completely inside her. Throbbing pleasure filled our bodies, rushing from mine into hers. Pulse after pulse shot wave after wave of thick seed to coat Fleur’s womb and inner walls.
While I only groaned, Fleur screamed. She clung to me tightly, every inch of her body trying its best to hug mine, from inside to outside. Even her Allure surrounded me, extending and deepening my climax somehow. Our joined peaks seemed to stretch on and on into eternity.
After several infinite seconds, I came back down to inhabit my body again. Fleur… didn’t appear to be so lucky. She was practically insensate. She was a radiant mess.
Fleur babbled almost incoherently, “G-Gabby is s-safe… I-I won… T-The Devil… shall not claim moi today…”
“What a shame~” Gabrielle whispered in my ear, reminding me she was still there. “She still denies your magnificence, Mon Ange~ Even after you let her peek into Heaven itself~ I will not be so ungrateful~”
She pulled me back, drawing me out of Fleur as she did. Fleur whimpered at the loss of sensation but she was quickly pushed to the back of my mind. At some point while Fleur and I were fucking, Gabrielle had gotten naked. Now, I was presented with the second naked Veela I’d ever seen and Gabrielle was just as glorious as Fleur had been.
Skin so smooth it bordered on unnatural. Hair like the most exquisitely spun threads of white-gold. A body that could have fell gods and heroes alike. Perfectly plump lips pursed in an eager smirk. A face to surpass every work of art the world had to give. And beautiful eyes filled with devotion and lust, begging to be taken and shown pleasures her mind could barely imagine. Gabrielle Delacour could have conquered the world and yet, her focus was solely on me.
“You saved me, Mon Ange,” Gabrielle purred, taking my cock — still slick with her sister’s juices — into her oh-so-soft hands. “Both my life and my purity. A debt is due. And since you saved my purity, I can only repay that debt with something of the same value. Purity for purity, non~?”
I don’t think I’ve ever nodded so fast to something in my life, “Oh, Merlin, yes! How am I even still hard?”
Gabrielle smirked at me, “Well, I must be able to repay my debt somehow. Magic and our Bond will eliminate the little distractions to that process~ Just as Fleur, I offer myself up to you, Mon Ange~ But unlike her, I do not deny my desires or how much of myself I am freely giving you~”
Her eyes lidded. A sultry purr escaped her throat. She closed the short distance between us. I didn’t resist as Gabrielle molded her sinful body against my front, sandwiching my cock between her perfect stomach and my own. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck and she pulled herself up to level with my lips.
With a small smile, her lips fell upon mine. Like with Fleur, Gabrielle’s Allure wrapped around me, cloaking me with her emotions. Devotion, infatuation, and most of all, gratitude radiated from Gabrielle’s being. There was none of the denial or confusion that Fleur’s Allure had held. Gabrielle was completely sure of herself and her chosen course of action.
She dragged herself up my frame, mounting me even as I stayed standing. Her slender legs interlocked behind my back, holding herself steady and attaching her to me like a monkey. Almost instantly, the tip of my manhood aligned itself with her entrance.
Gabrielle pulled back to look me in the eye and with supreme control of her body, lowered herself onto my cock. I gasped as silken heat quickly swallowed me whole. Gabrielle wasted no time driving herself down to the base of my cock and grinding every inch of me inside her.
“Magnifique~” Gabrielle purred, rolling her hips against mine. “A perfect fit, non? Well? Will you claim me fully, Mon Ange~?”
My hands gravitated to her waist, taking hold and almost touching my fingers together due to how slim she was. I all but growled possessively, “It’d be my pleasure.”
Gabrielle giggled, “Yes, I believe it would be~”
Before she could get in another quip, I lifted her off my dick and dropped her. Her head fell forward onto my shoulder. Her arms clutched me tightly. Her moans were musical, a symphony for my ears that I conducted with long strokes of my cock inside her.
Perfectly tight and slick walls squeezed me with every thrust as if Gabrielle was trying to milk me of my soul. Thankfully, she was only after a different part of my essence. Our skin slapped together on each downstroke. She practically bounced off of me due to how damn perky her ass was.
“Oh, merci, Mon Ange~!” Gabrielle cried out, stricken by climactic pleasure from my constant, steady pounding on her core. “For saving me! For accepting me! For letting me repay my debt and devote myself to you~! Merci~!”
Her words stoked the darkness in my heart. I’d dominated Fleur thoroughly but she was still in denial of the truth. And so, something inside me wasn’t quite satisfied yet. In the heat of the moment, I wanted to bend someone to me, to make myself her whole world…
Gabrielle’s offer of herself up, her ‘debt’, and our Bond had that part of me rejoicing and reveling. She eagerly took everything I could give her and asked for more. Fleur’s pride had its place but so did Gabrielle’s eager fervor. Together, they would be perfect. Fleur would offer a challenge and Gabrielle would offer a welcome reprieve from breaking her sister.
“Mine~…” I rasped darkly, my mind barely working through the haze of passion and lust that had overtaken me.
“Yours~! All yours, Mon Ange~!” Gabrielle mewled loudly. “I never felt more alive than when you saved me~ when I first laid eyes on you~! And… And yet…! Your passion now puts that feeling to shame, Mon Ange~! I am yours until the ends of this world~!”
I slammed Gabrielle’s back into the wall, pressing her up against the smooth stone and using the extra leverage to piston even deeper into her. My hips were practically a blur but I still felt every ounce of sensation as I buried myself to the hilt inside her over and over again.
Her lower lips tugged my cock back inside each time I exited her. They sealed around the ridge of my cockhead to ensure I didn’t accidentally slip out. ‘Some aspect of her Veela biology,’ whatever remained of the logical, academic part of my brain absently noted. It wasn’t important in the slightest right now though.
Gabrielle’s pussy begged me to let myself release inside her and her upper lips weren’t far behind, “Inside! Inside, please~! Fill me completely~! I cannot live a moment longer without your essence~! My womb, it aches for you, Mon Ange~! I need you, all of you~!”
I had no choice but to oblige. My eyes squeezed shut and ropes of cum exploded out of me. I anchored myself deep within Gabrielle and set about filling her as best I could. A flood of my essence shot into her core and she answered with a moan and a crotch-drenching squirt of femcum.
Her whole body shook, clinging to me as if I was her only lifeline, the only thing keeping her connected to Earth. Gabrielle’s orgasm did its best to send her into metaphorical outer space despite that lifeline. Her Allure fluctuated, her muscles clenched, and she did her best to drain me of everything I was willing to give her. As we gradually came down from our spontaneous visit to Heaven, Gabrielle savored every pulse and twinge of pleasure. I was left bathed in the utter contentment she felt through her Allure and our shared afterglow.
Gabrielle sighed as I absently held her up against the wall, still buried deep inside her, “Incroyable, Mon Ange~ Fleur does not know what she’s missing out on thanks to her own denial. What shall we do next~? My debt is not yet fully repaid~”
As she said that, her insides rippled around me, internal muscles running up and down my sheathed length. Before I could reply, though, System notifications momentarily stole my attention.
< New Coven Member Initiated >
< Coven Members (3): Septima Vector, Luna Lovegood, Gabrielle Delacour >
< +1 to Influence, +2 to Seduction, +5 to Persuasion, +5 to Willpower, +10 to Luck >
< Influence 8+1=9/100, Seduction 44+2=46/100, Persuasion 17+5=22/100, Willpower 34+5=39/100, Luck 35+10=45/100 >
I guess Fleur didn’t count toward the coven. That made some sense. She still thought she hated me and that she’d ‘only’ done all of this to protect Gabrielle. But Gabrielle had definitely joined the coven. She didn’t have the same hangups as her sister and there was no denying her enthusiasm.
Still, I had to ask, “What do you know about covens, Gabrielle?…”
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dryskies_btb
That honestly might be a fair point considering I don't know when I find the opportunities to slip Luck level-ups in...
JO LP
So, I see some readers still don't get that MC is the son of BOTH Bellatrix and Sirius.
Pope Yoda I
* Dumbledore is standing on a large stage in the Great Hall, addressing the crowd of students before him. The professors from all 3 schools stood lined up behind him * "Now in addition to the 3 Tasks of the Triwizard tournament, there will be additional opportunities for all of you to bring glory and honor to your schools, houses and names." ~ Professor Flitwick takes over ~ "The following competitions can be entered by bringing your name to your respective Headmaster or Headmistress." "These competitions are as follows: Puzzle rooms, a series of quizzes about wizarding lore and, of course, a dueling tournament." ~ MC takes over ~ "Each set of competitions will have a 1st, 2nd and 3rd place prize. We will be offsetting some of these costs by gradually introducing the opportunity for the international community to cheer you on, so if your loved ones can't make it here in person, they'll still be able to cheer you from home -" ~ MC is ganked by a small, blond blur who hogties him to a hastily-conjured pole and begins dragging him off ~ Dumbledore stares in befuddlement as his newest professor is ambushed by one - "Not without me, you bitch!!" ~ Another, older blond blur intercepts the first, and together they begin dragging him out of the main hall and up a flight of stairs ~ - two veela. Oh dear. Dumbledore supposed it was only a matter of time before the portraits on the 3rd floor learned more French. Performing a quick switching spell, the headmaster sent a stamina potion he always kept on hand into his newest professors pocket before he lost line of sight. It wouldn't do for him to die of dehydration, after all. The crushed pelvis he couldn't do anything about, but thats why he kept a mediwitch on staff. Dumbledore took over the speaking role, keeping the smirk off of his face at the seething jealousy emanating from the male half of the student population. It wouldn't do for the students to see their professor take joy in their pain. That's what End-of-Year exams were for, anyway. * 4 Hours later * Bellatrix was as far from her nephew's room as she could manage. There was only so much screaming she could handle before her sensitive kitty ears demanded respite. She left behind Luna, who had been sitting at the foot of the now-demolished bed with a bingo card, marking off new positions as she saw them. She wasn't sure what would happen when she finally managed to yell 'Bingo!'....
Gintoki Sakata
2 veelas? seems like that deserves +25 to luck at least, not +3
