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The Wizard and the Witch Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-04-08 03:00:31 +0000 UTCWanda awoke to the sound of someone knocking their knuckles on her door. She quickly became aware of her condition. Her robe was open at the
Wanda awoke to the sound of someone knocking their knuckles on her door. She quickly became aware of her condition. Her robe was open at the front and totally scattered. She had torn off her bra in the night in order to pinch her nipples more easily, doing anything she possibly could to stimulate her body. Her crotch felt sticky still, and although she’d pulled up her panties, they were still at an awkward angle. Wanda wondered how she was supposed to make herself presentable to answer the door, then realized that it had already been opened.
With no regard for privacy, Fleur had opened the door BEFORE knocking, instead wrapping her knuckle on the doorframe that she was leaning against. The buxom, beautiful blond was wearing a dress that barely covered her nipples and stopped just a little bit below her crotch. It was a provocative outfit that momentarily distracted Wanda from her own state.
She quickly remembered, though, just what a wreck she looked like. Sitting up quickly, she pulled her robe closed, hiding her breasts and the panties beneath.
“Eet eez fine,” Fleur said warmly. “I do not mind.”
Usually, it was the person who’d been barged in on who was supposed to say that, right?
“Go–Good morning, Fleur,” Wanda said. “Did you need something?”
“Originally, I was going to call you to breakfast,” Fleur said. “'however, at ze last second, my mission was altered. Now, I am supposed to be deelaying you for as long as I am able.”
“Why would you have to delay me— Is he with Hermione again?”
Wanda realized what a silly thing this was to say as soon as it was out of her mouth. In her defense, she’d been woken up very recently, and she’d completely failed at getting enough sleep the night before. She wasn't supposed to know that Harry and Hermione might be doing ANYTHING, but it just slipped out as she thought out loud.
She waited for Fleur to get angry. Instead, Fleur beamed.
“Exactly!” Fleur said. “Would you like to see zem?”
Wanda should have said no.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Follow, and I will show you.”
Wanda made the French woman step outside to change her clothes, which Fleur seemed to find amusing. She freshened herself up as much as possible. While working with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers Wanda had done plenty with much worse hygiene than this, but she was still a guest, and she wanted to at least be somewhat presentable. And to impress Harry too, a voice whispered in her head. Blushing, Wanda tried to force herself to focus.
She ended up just putting on shorts and a shirt. Because they were both from Fleur, they were a little bit loose on her, and each time Wanda moved plenty of skin was shown. But that was the least of her worries right now.
She joined Fleur in the hallway, who smiled when she saw her. Together they approached the dining room. When they got close, Wanda heard the sound of the stove.
“‘arry was in ze process of making breakfast, as you can see,” Fleur said. “‘owever, poor leetle ‘ermione could only ‘old back for so long.”
Fleur shopped shy of the door, inviting Wanda to take the first look. Feeling a little bit shaken, Wanda took her up on it. What she saw made her bite her lip.
Harry still had eggs cooking, shifting them around in a pan with a wooden spatula. His pants were down around his ankles. On her knees in front of him, a fully dressed Hermione was plunging her head down, loudly gagging on his cock. Wanda couldn’t see Hermione’s face, but she could see the spit dripping off of her chin onto the floor. Harry, somehow, was managing to not burn the eggs at the same time.
“Eet eez a lovely sight, non?” said Fleur.
Wanda felt arms wrap around her. She hissed, then relaxed into the touch. How long had it been since she was embraced like this? Fleur’s hands roamed Wanda’s body, eventually wrapping around her breasts and squeezing them.
“You are beautiful,” Fleur said.
“Thanks,” Wanda whispered.
Finally deciding that the eggs were cooked enough, Harry turned off the burner and moved the pan away. His attention fell on Hermione dutifully using her throat to pleasure him. He smiled, reaching out to stroke her head.
“‘ermione was not exaggerating when she spoke about ‘er job,” Fleur said. “All week, she must be powerful and confident. She eez a leader! But zat takes a toll on any woman, no matter how strong. So when eet becomes too much, she comes here. Harry takes good care of ‘er.”
Wanda gasped. Harry’s hands stopped petting Hermione, pushing her down with overwhelming strength. Wanda heard the noise Hermione made. It was deep, loud, and wet. The space between Wanda's legs became wet.
Fleur gave her nipples a twist, and it was all Wanda could do not to tear her clothes off right there.
“Our lovely ‘ermione is not ze only one,” Fleur said. “My ‘usband eez special. Beautiful women flock to ‘im. It has been zat way for ‘is ‘ole life. And ‘e always does ze best zat ‘e can for each of zem.”
Holding Hermione’s head still, Harry began thrusting into her mouth like a toy. More choking sounds ensued. Hermione never raised her hands, remaining kneeling in front of him and taking it, looking up lovingly. She WANTED to be used. And the longer she watched, the more Wanda did too.
“You’re alright with that?” Wanda asked.
“Alright with eet? Darling, I think eet the ‘ottest thing on ze planet.”
Fleur groped Wanda’s breasts hard enough to send a tingling feeling through her whole body. One of Fleur’s hands slid down to her crotch, and Wanda didn't stop it. She felt those long, soft fingers slide inside of her, immediately striking her most sensitive places. Inside the room, Harry gave another harsh thrust and grunted. He held Hermione down and Wanda just KNEW that cum was pouring into her. After a full half a minute, he pulled out as stepped away, returning to preparing the eggs. Wanda was able to see Hermione’s face in perfect detail.
The brunette woman wasn’t moving. She was smiling, her tongue visible resting on her lower lip. Her hands had fallen limp at her sides. Her shirt was mostly see through from all the spit that had poured onto her cleavage, making the cloth stick to the skin underneath. There was a big bubble of snot, cum, or both visible beneath her left nostril. Wanda recalled what the woman had looked like yesterday when she arrived, sitting on the couch, and compared it to THIS. The next time Fleur’s fingers rubbed her insides, Wanda came on the French woman’s fingers.
“Good,” Fleur declared. “When I see you, Wanda, I see a woman zat has troubles. I do not mean to offend; all of us ‘ave things in our past. But you… I think zat you ‘ave been 'aving a very hard time, non?”
Wanda took a tremor-filled breath. The pleasure coursing through her was incomparable to how her own fingers felt the night before. Why? Was it because with Fleur there was a partner? Another Human involved? And if it was Harry, instead of his wife, how much better would that feel?
“I’ve had my share of struggles,” Wanda admitted.
“Let him soothe you,” Fleur whispered in her ear.
Wanda knew right away that she had made her decision. She knew all along what she wanted, right? She held back at first to honor Vision's memory and so that she wouldn’t impinge on this nice couple’s lives. But her body had needs that would never go away, and she couldn’t ignore them for long. As for the second part…
She watched Hermione blink, still smiling. Her head looked empty, despite the many responsibilities Fleur talked about existing in her normal life. Harry let her leave them all behind for a day or two, so that she’d be more rested to face them in the future. Wanda NEEDED that as much as she needed any purely sexual satisfaction.
“When?” Wanda asked, her Sokovian accent emerging as she spoke.
Fleur beamed, planting a kiss on her cheek that made Wanda’s heart beat like crazy.
“Tonight,” declared the French woman.
LINE BREAK
Wanda sat atop a stool in her room. Fleur had brought in multiple full body mirrors. More surprisingly, she came in bearing an outfit that instead of being in her size, was perfectly suited to Wanda’s body.
Wanda ran her hands over the red lace. “Where did you get this?”
“Oh, I just ‘ad it laying around,” Fleur said. “Now, put eet on!”
Wanda didn’t disappoint her. It was last afternoon now, and she had been avoiding Harry everywhere except for meals. Hermione had been keeping him company all day. Or, as Fleur put it, distracting him. That left plenty of time for Fleur to get Wanda prepared.
She pulled off her robe and the underwear underneath it. She didn’t think twice now about doing so in front of Fleur, who admired her with hungry and appreciative eyes. Wanda pulled on the underwear Fleur had gifted her, the ones that were her size, and carefully fastened the many clips and straps. When she was done, she pulled on the outer layer. It was a dress that was even shorter than what Fleur was wearing, constructed to be see through even in the best conditions. Wanda eyed herself in the mirrors, studying her body. She rarely had confidence issues, but standing beside Fleur, it was hard not to entertain a few doubts.
Fleur’s arms wrapped around her from behind. She bit Wanda’s neck, making Wanda moan, before looking at Wanda’s reflection with her.
“You look gorgeous,” Fleur said.
Her tone didn’t allow Wanda to doubt herself even if she wanted to.
After that, Fleur helped her do her makeup. She asked Wanda to close her eyes, which Wanda did, and began her work. Fleur muttered to herself in what sounded like latin, her hands working on Wanda’s face. When Wanda opened her eyes, her skin was blemish free and shown with new energy. Her lips were coated in a shade of lipstick slightly brighter than the red lingerie she had pulled on. She couldn’t recall ever looking so good.
It had been an intensive process. Looking out the window, she saw that the sun had recently gone down.
“‘Ermione left recently,” Fleur said. “My ‘usband is in bed, catching up on a bit of sleep. Go and give 'im a pleasant dream.”
Wanda rose, determination on her face. She didn’t know how much Harry knew about this, but from Fleur’s words, entertaining other women was a regular part of his days. She knew that while she looked like this, with all Fleur had done to her appearance, she wasn’t worried about being rejected.
As she walked toward the door, Fleur stopped her with a hand across her chest.
“There eez one more thing,” Fleur said.
Before Wanda could ask what it was, Fleur attacked her with a violent amount of affection. The woman grabbed Wanda’s ass through her clothes, squeezing it with a shocking amount of strength. She kissed Wanda straight on the lips, caressing her tongue, then pulled her mouth away quickly. One of her hands slid up Wanda’s back, pulling a few strands of hair loose after she spent so long getting it perfect. After leaving Wanda’s lips, Fleur found the spot where she’d bitten Wanda’s neck before, biting down with twice as much force. She sucked and chomped down with her teeth. Wanda moaned loudly, her back curving as pleasure created a haze over her mind. Everything sexual that Fleur did was executed as flawlessly as her perfect body. When she separated her lips from Wanda’s neck, letting go of her body and stepping back, Wanda nearly tackled her to keep going, forgetting all about getting to Harry’s room.
Fleur giggled, waving a single finger as if reading Wanda’s mind.
“None of zat,” she said. “We will ‘ave time for whatever we want later. For now, eet eez someone else’s attention you need. You are all ready for 'im. Go.”
Wanda glanced at herself in the mirrors. She couldn’t understand at first what Fleur had been playing at when the woman jumped on her, but once she checked herself out again she understood. Her hair had become slightly messy. Her clothings had become trapped between the cheeks of her ass, hugging her body more revealingly. A few of the straps off of the lingerie had come undone. It wasn’t enough for it to fall off, but it made it slightly looser and less orderly. Her lipstick was marginally smudged, as well as showing spots with the more pinkish shade Fleur was wearing. Finally, there was the most obvious mark Fleur had left: the big bruise on Wanda’s neck, lipstick ringing it in the shape of Fleur’s thick lips.
Wanda looked good before, but now she looked sultry. There was something much more sexual about her appearance, as well as a clear mark of approval from Fleur. As soon as he saw her, Harry would know that she was his wife’s newest protege. He’d know there was no reason to hold back.
“I’m off,” Wanda announced.
Fleur smirked, crossing her arms.
“Go and get ‘im!” she said.
