December 7th, 1998

Beauxbatons School of Magic Carriage

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland

Harry James Potter-Black was enjoying his life right now. He felt as if he was ready to deal with the entire bullshit that had been plaguing him ever since his name came out of the thrice damned Goblet of Fire. Right now, he was in a position that his father and his Godfather would be proud of and many other hot blooded males would envy him and even cheerfully kill him to be in his position. Right now he was resting his head on the pillow acting tits of the French Champion, Fleur Delacour, who was completely naked and breathing very heavily due to the intense workout he had been doing with her since he entered her cabin this morning at ten. Her best friend, Naomi Donovan was in a similar state and was choking herself on his monster of a cock while one hand was groping her own tits and the other was rubbing her drooling pussy lips.

The day had started just like any other day with Harry getting up at five, going for a run around the Black Lake and from there he went to the Room Of Requirements on the seventh floor which had become his hideout where he practiced his knowledge gained from Tom Riddle so as to prepare himself for the future. The entire place had been changed into a training and research center. After knowing that one of the Dark Lords was after your life, it makes a person see perspective and gears him for the hard days to arrive soon. Harry had no doubt that his inclusion in the tournament was a plan hatched by the resident Megalomaniac with a Daddy complex. So he saw fit to train. The trouble arrived in the form of Ronald 'I Am Dumb as Shit' Weasley when he was walking to his class after getting ready and eating breakfast.

Ronald Weasley had been having a very shitty month as according to his mind he was denied the chance to enter the Tri-Wizard Tournament by his cheater of a best friend Harry Fucking Potter who got everything money, fame, girls everything, even that whore Veela who should had been grateful to go with him Ron 'Awesome' Weasley to the Yule Ball. But no, the slut had to go with Harry Potter who had cheated his way in the tournament and because of whom he missed his breakfast and was late to his classes, his assignments were low grade or even rejected. All was that smug bastard's fault. Seeing Harry going to the class, he stood in his way and began trying to insult him. However, Harry was not in a mood to hear some bullshit from the fool so he simply tried to move around the fool. But Ron stood his ground and began insulting him and his parents.

Harry was really angry as Ronald called his mother a whore and a mud blood causing gasps to erupt from all the people who were watching the alteration. Whipping out his wand from his holster, Harry transfigured the fool into a collection of small animal parts and using all his knowledge and few advanced charms he cursed him with all his anger.

Ronald Weasley's plight had allowed Minerva McGonagall to arrive and after finding out the entire reason for the delay had given Ron a month of detention with Filch and also decided to send a letter to his home. As for Harry, he too was docked points and given two days detention with herself and Flitwick which he accepted graciously saying that he had avenged the memory of his mother.

After the class was done and Harry was going to the seventh floor when, Fleur Delacour who had seen the display of magic and had highly impressed and aroused, arrived and asked him to accompany her to the carriage. From there she took him inside to her room where her friend Naomi was waiting in buff and with a collection of sex toys for her friend. After locking the rooms and silencing them, she told him how much his actions aroused her and she begged him to fuck her and her friend.

From there the clothes were sent flying and Harry had decided to give bondage sex a try and thus he chose Naomi as his subject.

Before he started, he hit both of them with a series of spells. At their questioning looks he said, "These are some spells which take care of pain, blood, lubrication in your pretty asses. Also they allow me to have a general knowledge of your emotional state and physical health so I don't go too far. But one spell is special that allows you girls to cum only when I say so or after one and a half hour pass. It is not permanent and they wear off in six hours. So ready?" he finished on a teasing note. At their nods, he pulled Naomi to himself and made her sit down and kissed her using the magic trick causing her to moan. Then he spread her legs and went to work.

Harry took two metal balls first, and inserted them into her pussy one at a time, the inner ball rolling around already, making a soft chiming noise. Naomi made a kind of surprised 'oooh' and squeaked when the other one went in and jostled the first one. Harry picked up an anal plug, currently at its slimmest, barely thicker than a Muggle pencil at the tip, and pressed it gently against her arsehole, not pushing in, just rubbing in little circles, the self-lubricating charm already activating. Harry spent a solid two minutes working it in, pausing every time she felt the beginnings of a twinge of real pain and she tensed. He kept up the teasing of her clit the whole time as well, figuring correctly that it would distract and relax her. Finally, it passed the widest point and sunk quickly to the base. Naomi sighed and shifted. It felt heavy in her, and very present. In fact it was hard for her to concentrate on anything else, and Harry could already tell, with its more than snug fit, that every little movement would cause the plug to shift and wiggle in her. Paired with the metal balls in her cunt, every step would be a teasing, pleasurable torture.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked, stroking her back soothingly, tracing the edge of the plug's flat base. He knew of course, what the physical sensations were like, with vivid exacting detail from his research and the journal, but he wanted her view on it.

Fleur was sitting on the couch masturbating furiously to the scene playing in front of her. But Harry smiled and pointed his own wand at her causing her to be bound and gagged. Fleur moaned piteously at him but he said with authority, "No".

Naomi shifted a bit and wiggled, "full," she finally said.

She stood, shakily using her hands against the bed to brace herself. When she was righted, she turned slowly and stood before Harry. Harry took two steps back and beckoned her. She took a normal sized step and swooned. Both her holes were very tight, and very full; the plug shifted dramatically when she stepped, and she contracted hard around it, which in turn shifted the balls against one another, stroking her insides. She shuddered and tried to take another step and almost fell, but Harry caught her. "You alright?"

"Eet's... intense."

He grabbed her and brought his head down into a searing kiss, grabbing her arse with abandon and lifting her into his arms. She threaded her arms through Harry's and held onto the back of his shoulders. She had clenched her behind when Harry grabbed her, and contracted around the plug she had forgotten was there. It send heat through her, pooling in her sex, which also clenched twisting the balls around making her writhe against Harry, which just made Harry more forceful, which in turn made her shift more setting off the cycle even more. It was a sudden ramping up too, and she moaned and gasped, clenching her legs around Harry reveling in the sensation, and it wasn't until she was right at the precipice and couldn't climax that she seemed to remember her predicament, and started to beg.

"Pleaze 'Arry, pleaze let me come! I'm so close," she nearly sobbed, unable to stop her writhing which of course just made it worse.

He looked Naomi straight in the eyes and said, "Not yet."

She moaned piteously, and kept writhing even though she knew what it did to her, but when Harry reached down and grasped the base of the plug, she froze, eyes wide and slightly scared. Then, slowly, he pulled it out to its widest point, held it there a breathless second and slammed it back in.

Naomi arched, pressing her breasts tight against Harry's chest, mouth open in a soundless scream, eyes bugged in disbelief that she still could not climax. She was in overload, and Harry began to rapidly fuck her with the plug in one hand, and hold her against him with the other. Every time it bottomed out in her bottom she would inhale quickly and squeakily, and grip Harry's shoulders with a bit more force, trying simultaneously to arch away from the intruding plug and fuck herself back on it.

Fleur herself was writhing in her bonds but the restraints were very strong and held against her bucking as she watched her friend getting fucked in her ass by a butt plug. The situation caused her body to heat up as she watched Harry play with Naomi and wished she was in her place.

Harry hit some sort of limit however, and Naomi's body began to tighten rhythmically in pre-orgasmic ripples. It was almost painful and her eye's scrunched tight, and her expression was so unreserved, so primal and needful, that Harry couldn't help but stop, slamming the plug all the way back in and almost falling to the ground, cradling Naomi beneath him as he plundered her mouth and ground his groin against hers.

She lay there boneless, managing to kiss Harry back, but it was weak and distracted.

Harry summoned the padded chains and tossed them on the bed before climbing on and forcing Naomi down on her back. He pressed her into the bed and dove into her mouth, tracing her teeth and gums, and wrestling tongue against tongue. Naomi moaned piteously and clutched at him, begging him without words to finally take her to the end of this game, that it had been long enough, and that she had lived long enough with this pressing need.

Harry slowly laced his fingers through hers and pulled her arms over her head until she was stretched out, never breaking their sensuous kiss. He held there with one hand, and reached for two of the chains with the other. He brought them up and locked them around Naomi's wrists. She groaned, clearly realizing that Harry meant to continue teasing her.

When both her wrists were shackled, he leant up on his haunches, "you know the book where I got the spell you're currently suffering under?" asked Harry conversationally.

Naomi glared at him, "non, I 'ad forgotten."

Harry asked his question, "What are you, to me?"

Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she smiled naughtily, "I'm yours," she purred.

Harry grabbed the ends of the chains and affixed them to the posts at the foot of the bed, drawing her arms downward, and eventually stretched taught. She looked confused again, and Harry not bothering to explain attached the padded cuffs of the remaining two chains to her ankles. Harry got up and moved to the head of the bed, pulling the chains with him. He stood at the end of the bed and drew her legs up and over, pulling the chains farther and farther past her head. She realized, her eyes going wide, what Harry was doing. He pulled until her legs were straight and bent over her head, spread wide and affixed to either post above her.

She was stretched and quite immobile now, her entire body taught and pulled tight. Harry went back to the foot of the bed and gazed at her center, entirely exposed and pulled open. The position of her legs forced her pelvis to curl invitingly, the plug visible and off the bed, the lips of her pussy pulled open; he could see her contract over and over, and he stared until she blushed, then made the plug grow larger.

Her breasts heaved as her breathing increased, and Harry reached over, and with a gentle touch, rubbed her clit in a slow sensual circle. She tensed even more if that was possible, and tried to thrash in the bonds and press her body upwards, but her positioning prevented her from raising more than an inch, and Harry kept up with her movements, preventing her from increasing the sensation.

"I'm paraphrasing, but a book had this to say on restraints," Harry continued as if they were discussing it over dinner, and seemingly in deference to her squirming and soft cries, "When you come, it's so intense that the body craves to pull inwards, every muscle tensing. You want to find purchase on something while your mind and body explodes. Of course I've felt the way you women cling to me when you come, so now you won't be able to. The last time I had you tied someone to bed, she was spread eagled, and could raise her hips to fuck me back, and she had a lot of movement for her arms and legs. As you can see, in this position you are far more restrained."

Harry increased the pressure, but only slightly. Naomi's legs were nearly vibrating, and she was pounding the mattress with her fists.

"It said, that the clenching and clutching were actually distractions to the feelings of climaxing, and that we naturally seek to reduce the intensity because it becomes overwhelming, but when you're restrained like this, it makes it so you can't alleviate anything. It forces you to experience everything and can't get away no matter how intense the sensations get. And I'm going to make you experience every exquisite detail."

She was clawing at the sheets. Harry gazed at her hands, clenching and releasing every time she clenched inside. Stopping his ministrations Harry reached down for both her hands and turned them palm up, and gently flattened them, then charmed them petrified. Naomi's labored breathing froze for a moment, and she lifted her head and gazed at her hands in horror, then at Harry, "oh, oh, oh nooooooooo," she moaned, she tried flexing them, and they twitched slightly.

Then he let her be and went over to Fleur who was thrashing like mad and removed the gag. Naomi seeing her predicament began to whine piteously.

"You bastard, you unbelievable bastard," there was a touch of awe in Fleur's voice.

Harry removed her knickers by severing them and pulling the scraps from her body. Then he kissed her leaving her slumped. He then took two vibrating cords and wrapped them around her covered breasts. With a single tap of his wand they began vibrate at high speeds causing Fleur to begin start thrashing violently. He then caused a petrifying charm on her and using vibrating beads put them in her cunt and tapped them causing them to vibrate at high speeds and making her to go nearly insane from the pleasure overload. Using a charm he sealed her cunt so that the beads would not fall out nor her fluids. He then removed the petrifying charm and walked back to Naomi, leaving Fleur to growl out her moans and try to escape her bounds but was unsuccessful.

Reaching into Naomi, he fished out the balls. She thrashed and pounded the back of her hands uselessly against the bed, grinding the back of her head restlessly, a keening cry pulled uncontrollably from her. When they were out Harry stuck two of his fingers inside her and slowly massaged her g-spot. Naomi panted and wailed, pulling uselessly at her restraints, pumping her pelvis up and down as much as she could on Harry's fingers. Her fluids were streaming out in a continuous flow.

Harry pulled a glass dildo out of its case and enlarged it. He placed the tip at her entrance, and her head shot up and stared, gaping. In one fluid motion he pushed it in to the base.

Naomi screamed. The ripples of the glass rubbed in random waves, and the slickness of the glass made the movement overly fluid. Gliding more than sliding in her. He could feel her insides gripping the toy, but there was no purchase, and every movement, in and out, was smooth and silky. She shook in her restraints, tensing, trying to close her legs and her most sensitive bits from the overstimulation.

Harry tapped the dildo and it began to move on its own, in and out, at its slowest speed. It was precise and relentless, Naomi shaking like she was crazed, "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck."

Harry tapped the plug. It grew to a stage five. Naomi lifted off the bed as far as she could and held there, tensed completely mouth open in a soundless scream. Harry, using the last spell in his current repertoire, made the plug start vibrating, intensely, and as quick as he could, set the dildo to its highest setting.

It pounded in and out of her at an unbelievable pace, and Naomi couldn't keep still any longer. She screamed and screamed, utilizing every bit of movement available to her, to jerk and shake uncontrollably on the bed. Harry stood from the bed and removed his remaining clothes leaving only his boxers and took a moment to admire her toes, and the way they clenched and released, and flexed out sometimes so every toe was separated. He watched the way the arches of her feet flexed and stretched, then her whole foot would squeeze shut again trying to curl into a ball.

With a wave and a finite everything stopped and Naomi collapsed. She tried to lift her head but couldn't, "please," she said quietly.

Harry leant over and smoothed his hands soothingly over her belly and her breasts. No teasing, just calm reassuring pressure, "shhhhh baby, we're almost done." Harry reached down and performed the counter charm that allowed her to come. With a flick of his wand the dildo and the plug started vibrating, intensely at their highest settings. And her stomach rippled with exertion as she was held on the precipice of climax, contractions rippling through her rapidly in false orgasm, her whole body shaking and twisting as much as she could in her bonds and beneath Harry. He leaned over and nibbled her ear and said in a whisper, "Cum, for me."

She sucked in an enormous breath, tensed entirely for barely a second, and crashing into oblivion screaming. Her orgasm was full body and utterly rapturous. Her eyes were wild and unseeing while she screamed uncontrollably. It was absolutely true what the book had said. Naomi's lack of movement intensified and focused the pleasure. Her clit felt on fire, and the unescapable buzzing extended her cum, and forced it to go on and on, and Naomi, unable to focus at all any longer dove into her sensations entirely and let go, climaxing instantly, her orgasms wrenched from her, and she felt the furious pounding of her heart and nipples and clit and pussy all in time; her whole body thrumming with sensation, and the restraints became even more denying as Naomi's climax merged her body causing to cum wildly again and again . In the end the pleasure became too much for her and she blacked out from the force of her orgasms. He then turned his attention to Fleur who was thrashing like mad and waved his wand. The restraints vanished and the curses he had put on her were removed causing her to have a massive orgasm. Her body glowing from the force of her orgasm and sweat, she looked positively angelic.

He simply waved his wand again causing both them to be shifted to the bed where Naomi lied comatose and Fleur weakly stood up. She turned her face towards him and spoke in a tired voice, "Just let me gather my strength baby. I am going to show you a world of pleasure. You nearly blew mind with your stunt." She stood up and using her wand summoned a pepper up potion and downed it. After the effects were visible and she looked ready. Casting a glance at her friend, she smirked to herself before sauntering over to the side room. After fifteen minutes of making him wait, she emerged wearing short clothes and moved over to him and pounced on him like a hungry lioness.

Harry breathed in heavily. This just was not fair. A beat and then...

'Oh bugger it,' he thought and pressed his lips slowly to the French beauty's soft mouth.

She responded in kind, her supple lips seeming to mold to his perfectly. Her slender but firm and shapely body pushing against him, his hand did its usual and glided up her skirt making contact with the soft flesh of her thigh and softly caressing her there.

"You like?" She asked with a coy smile filled with promise.

"I've recently become fond of stockings," he admitted.

"I should be insanely jealous of this other woman, non?" She asked jokingly, "I can tell from your kissing that you 'ave been practicing."

Harry smirked slightly, "Off and on." While thinking 'you don't know much baby.'

"They are lucky, but tonight... I will be the lucky one, non?"

Fleur giggled at him in a most enticing way, which was strange because normally he had found it be slightly annoying. "Ahh, your hands are magnifique," she said with a sigh as he touched her skin above the lace of her stockings. She swayed slightly as he just ran his hand up and down the top of her slender but shapely thigh. "Oui, you will indeed be getting very lucky this night," she said after a moment, licking her lips slowly and giving him a hot look.

Harry's breath caught in his throat. "I will show you," she said, using one of his hands to touch her pussy and pulling it out from under her dress and holding it between them. "See," she said, licking his fingers clean. "Hmmm, I taste good." She said.

Harry repeated her actions, taking a taste for himself, "Better than good, amazing. Like pure lust," he said.

"You smooth talker," she purred, "Now hands back in place, please," she said, once he did as asked she worked his buttons again. Her eyes heavily lidded and lips pouting and kiss swollen. "Hmm, nice" she said once she had her hands on his tight muscles. "I like a man that takes care of 'is body. Now let me show you 'ow I take care of your body."

She pushed him backwards, his hands sliding to hold her bulging backside in his grip. He squeezed a little causing her to smile, "You like my ass, non?"

"Like the rest of you, it's amazing," he whispered.

Magic hummed on his skin and Fleur began to moan as he pulled the tiny G-string that she was wearing off with a sharp tug.

"Oh," she said in surprise, "My, you are stronger than you look," she told him, kissing him again, and her tongue tangling with his and her hands trailing on his chest. She suddenly stopped and her dress flew over her head and floated away. "Dear god in heaven," he breathed. She put her hands into her hair striking a pose for him, thrusting out her DD sized but perfect breasts, each tipped with a rock hard nipple. "You like what you see, 'Arry darling?"

Harry was just about able to nod, his hands gliding across her body towards her chest. "Oui, touch them. Oh, Mon deiu," she suddenly said as Harry's hands actually began to glow as his lust overreached his control. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she bit her lip. "I feel it, your magic... It is pushing into my body," she breathed in a husky voice. "More, 'Arry, more.."

More came and she writhed around on top of him, her hips bucking against his still clothed shaft, dry humping him in to a frenzy. She let her arms drop and put them flat on his chest, working her hips harder and looking at him with a somewhat wild-eyed gaze, her pupils seeming to fill her beautiful blue irises. "Oh, more, oh yes," she screamed.

'Thank god I included a silencing charm.' He thought briefly before he was swept away in the tide of their shared passion.

"I am going to fuck you stupid, 'arry. Fuck you so hard, so long with my pussy," she chanted. "Lift your arse,"

"What?"

"Lift, so I can get this fucking clothing off," she told him, her eyes a little crazy.

He did as he was asked ... okay told. He was not complaining, though, as he had one of the hottest woman in the world about to ride him not counting the Veela and few other non-magical girls. He was not ready to complain about anything. It was the work of a few seconds to strip his boxers down, and then she actually growled at him. "Oh baby," she purred, taking a hold of his monstrous shaft and jerking him off with quick sure movements.

Harry's head swam, then he felt her move and, bang, he could not think. Her talented mouth worked over his shaft, her lips splayed around him as her tongue flicked, and then she moved up and down a bit before taking him into the heat of her mouth. Her head bobbed a bit and she sank down.

Harry gripped the sheets to either side of him in sudden fear of losing control. 'Dear god in heaven, she's taken it without any problems' he managed before she sucked hard all the way back up, coming off with a wet pop.

"Fuck" Harry breathed.

She said something in French that was rude, exciting and more than a little naughty. He was SO glad at least Sirius had been serious and forced him to learn and speak other languages. He responded in kind and in the same language.

"Fantastique!" She said. "You have a talented tongue to speak my language. 'Ow about you put it to more interesting tasks?" She said shifting round so her pussy was over his face.

He felt his mouth go dry. She even had a beautiful pussy.

"Fine by me, luv" he said, moving his head and attacking her pussy with gusto.

"Oh, oh, oh" she chanted but then realized she was not holding up her end of the bargain. She licked her lips, spat on his cock and sucked hard, working around him with professional ease.

Harry almost forgot what he was doing like with the other Veela but realized that Fleur was somehow even better than the other girls, so he redoubled his efforts.

Somehow, Fleur managed to increase her rate of suction. Harry was sure his brain was heading south and would be shortly removed, but he did his best and pushed his tongue into her incredibly hot core. Her slick lips slid aside easily and her hips bucked against his face. He pushed deeper than, as deep as he could before removing his tongue and basically kissing her.

Fleur groaned deep in her throat, but since she had a mouthful of Harry at that moment, she was not able to articulate just how happy she was with him, so she showed him, her hand playing with his balls as she blew his brains out. His hips moved against her and she gagged slightly but kept up the pressure and, thusly, his pleasure.

His tongue flicked her clitoris and she shuddered slightly. His hands grabbed her arse and pulled down, holding her in place as he French kissed her to the best of his ability, pure need driving his movements and his knowledge guiding him. Magic flared in his hands again and Fleur shuddered again. She once again intensified her suction. Frankly he had no idea how she was doing it. She had not taken a breath in a while either. Her head moved systemically and the occasional wet noise came from where they met. Every sound, taste and sight was driving Harry crazy with desire. He held onto a thread of rational thought merely to make sure he kept control over his reaction and tease the lithe French woman as she pleasured him.

It was getting close though. Harder to maintain control.

He lifted away from her now soaking wet pussy to say, "Fleur, I am going to cum" in a somewhat urgent voice.

She replied by making his crown hit the back of her throat and pushing.

An intense feeling of pleasure shot through Harry and he almost lost it there and then. Her head changed angle and she worked the entire length of him with long slow sucks.

His eyes almost crossed by this point and the only thing he could concentrate on was above him, dripping in desire for him of all people. He licked her from top to bottom, playing with her clitoris before sucking on it and increasing up his magic, and began speaking Parseltongue, thinking he could bring her off and get her to let off at the same time.

He brought her off and she just sucked all the harder for it. Harry's hips bucked, hitting the back of her throat again and he just lost control. She pulled back a bit and felt him shoot into the back of her throat. She took it all greedily, purring like a kitten as she did so.

Harry's head dropped back down to the bed, his eyes glazed over slightly as he felt some kind of Magic making him loose control. But he had a reputation to protect and then his cock rose unbidden like a hard steel rod, smacking her in her face.

Fleur shifted round to look up at him, her virtually naked body covered in a light sheen of sweat. She pulled off his hardening dick with another wet pop. "You taste so good," she purred. "And made me cum so hard," she said in a sexy tone. "And that was just the beginning."

Fleur moved and swung one leg over him, holding herself above his cock. "Do you want me, 'arry"

"More than anything."

"I know what you are, 'Arry. I see it in your eyes. I don't care, in fact it makes me wetter for you," she told him. "Can I fuck you, my lord?"

"Oh god, yes, please," he said, not even noticing the word 'lord'.

"You wish is my command," she said her voice smoky and slowly met his up thrusting cock. His crown just parting her labia as she stilled her movement through force of will, rubbing him up and down her inner lips. She sighed and her hair hung down her back as she looked up eyes fluttering closed as she sank slowly down his length. She let out a slight gasp with each inch taken and a moan as they met bodily.

Harry also let out a sound that was part pleasure, part pure desire. His hands found their way to her hips and held them and her in place. "It's like a wet furnace," he whispered.

"You did that to me, 'arry. It is you that makes me so damp. So 'ot," she said shivering with pent up desire. She swung her hips around in a circle.

"Oh my god!" Harry breathed.

She shifted around again, thrusting forward as she moved to the back, pushing him deep inside of her body. "Oh," she said suddenly as he hit something she was not expecting. She said something in a language that Harry did not understand, almost bird like in fact and suddenly she got a lot tighter, clamping him in a silken vice.

"Oh fuck," Harry wheezed out.

She gripped him and pulled up, letting him slide agonizingly slowly through her velveteen grip, her wetness allowing him to slide slowly in the tight grip she had him in. "We," she said and panted slightly, "Normally," she said pausing again as she pushed slowly back down, "Save this... Ahh... for 'ze bonded."

Harry was shivering, his every muscle misfiring in pleasure.

"But," she purred, moving down to kiss him softly, "I knew you could 'andle it."

"I'm not so sure about that Flu...hhhh yes," Harry tried to respond.

She worked her hips in a circular movement, a wet noise coming from their joining. "I'm not sure I can 'andle zis," she breathed. "Give me your magic 'ands, 'arry," she begged.

Harry concentrated for a moment and magic flowed into his palms, creating a soft glow.

"Oh Mon ..." Whatever else she said was lost in a long drawn out moan of ecstasy. "More give me more," she begged.

Harry focused his entire will on her, "I'm not sure that's safe."

"I'm not fully human, 'arry. I can take it. Pleeeaaasssseee"

Harry let a little more power flow. Minuscule when compared to what he had available, but still at least double what he had hit the other Veela and girls with. Fleur's vaginal muscles fluttered around his cock, sending him into clouds for a moment, when he came back she was still climaxing around his cock, her throat open in a full out cry of bliss.

She looked amazingly erotic her head thrown back, looking seriously mussed. Her body covered in a sheen of sweat and breasts straining upwards, her pelvis still working him in small circles. He pulled in his power. "No..." she begged, looking at him wildly. "More, again."

"Ok, just one more time- for now. This could be dangerous," Harry said somewhat lucidly, though it was like swimming through jelly to be so.

Fleur smiled beatifically and worked him with her muscles as a white wave slammed through her again, and again, and again. AND again. Her body was shaking like mad by this point but she held on, not letting her lover loose out. "Enough," she breathed.

Harry immediately pulled in his power.

"Mon Dieu, 'Arry. You do not realize what you have," she told him. "I've never cum so 'ard."

"I've never been so 'ard- hard," he said.

"I did zis," she said self-affirming. "I alone did zis."

"Yeah baby, all you."

"Now... I only want you," she said, bracing herself on his chest and starting to move again, this time faster, stronger and with a specific aim in mind. "I want you to cum in me 'arry. Make me yours."

Harry struggled for control as her movements became more frenzied. Her breathing became ragged, as did his, as they approached a joint orgasm. Her pussy held him in a slithery grip that teased and pleased. Harry's eyes glazed over but he forced himself to stay looking at her. Blue met green as the two lovers stared into each other's eyes. Breathing sped to heart attack pace, along with the beat. Everything suddenly stopped and they both let out a cry as they came at the same time.

The very cabin rocked as a backwash of Veela and Harry's power mixed and backwashed in a climatic explosion.

Fleur collapsed against him, still holding him inside of her him still hard, she breathing hard and looking flushed. For once, her hair was not perfect and she had that 'just truly fucked' glow about her. Harry had, frankly, a silly grin on his face and was staring up at the ceiling in shock, not noticing that the light was swinging from the force of their joint climax and the resulting release of power. In fact, he could not actually see that far at that moment.

"Fleur, what happened? And why are you smiling like crazy?" asked a slowly awakening Naomi.

Harry smirked at Fleur and whispered in her ear, "Now you have to think of a good explanation, baby."

She smirked back and whispered, "I have and you my dear are going to help me."

Harry smiled at her and laid back thinking about the change that had happened in his life in the last two hours.