The moment Fleur wakes up, she knows she's in deep shit. The quarter-veela witch tries to rise from the bed she finds herself on, only to quickly discover she's tied up in magical rope, forcing her arms and legs apart. As she whips her head back and forth, taking in the view of her predicament, the blonde grimaces, her body, freshly tanned from the summer holidays, on full display. Her captors had stripped her down to her birthday suit, and a tendril of fear runs through her as she considers what they might do with a supple young woman such as herself.
She'd known the risks going into everything, of course. Agreeing to pretend to be Harry Potter as the Order of the Phoenix tried to transport the Boy-Who-Lived without Voldemort and his followers managing to catch them, Fleur had taken polyjuice potions and been one of several decoys. However, as the inevitable Death Eater attack had begun, she'd felt her disguise being reverted via magic, and before she could find the source, she'd been stunned almost immediately.
Her best hope had been that her allies would still carry the day and get her unconscious body off the battlefield and somewhere safe until she could be woken up, but that didn't seem to have happened. No, this current situation, of her being in some strange bedroom with her limbs bound to the bed… it didn't bode well for her at all.
"Ah, you're finally awake. You know, I once asked my father if I could have one of you. A veela, I mean. From the moment I first laid eyes on one of your kind, I knew I wanted one. I knew then and there that I wanted a pet veela with all my heart."
Fleur stiffens as a silken voice suddenly enters the room, and with it, its owner. She recognizes the man as Barty Crouch Jr., the Death Eater who impersonated Mad-Eye Moody while she was at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. He was supposed to be Kissed for his crimes, but she remembered hearing how he'd somehow escaped imprisonment at the last second, returning to Lord Voldemort's side as a hero amongst the Death Eaters.
She remembered being disturbed by his escape, but not thinking much of it beyond that there was another Death Eater to fight. Never in a million years did the part veela expect his survival to mean anything to her.
"My father said no, of course. At first, he was disgusted, thinking that I wanted to take one of your kind as a wife. He despised the thought of his son marrying a magical creature, or even a half-breed such as yourself."
His voice, smooth and soft, sends goosebumps across Fleur's flesh as she struggles against her bindings to no avail. The brown-haired wizard gets ever closer to the bed, smiling at her almost kindly, but with a sickness in his eyes that makes Fleur very, very afraid.
"He was disgusted in a different way when I explained that I would much rather have one of you as a pet rather than a wife. My father was a hypocrite like that. Your kind weren't worthy of marriage, but at the same time, I couldn't take one of you as a pet? It wasn't fair. Luckily for me, the Dark Lord is MUCH more understanding."
Chuckling darkly, Barty finally reaches the bed and sits down next to her naked form. His hand comes out and though Fleur tries to pull away, she can't escape his feather-light touch as he runs his fingers across her perfectly tanned, perfectly proportioned body and hums appreciatively. Only then does she finally find the strength to speak.
"I a-am NOT your PET!"
He looks at her then, making eye contact where before he'd been feasting his gaze upon her naked form unabashedly. Shaking his head, he gives her a soft, mirthful smile.
"Not yet, sweetling, not yet."
Trembling in both terror and rage, Fleur snarls, wishing she was more veela than witch in this moment. As only a quarter-veela, she did not have access to the partial transformation that her mother did, or the full transformation of her grandmother. Indeed, as beautiful as veela were to human senses, they had a different form, a combat form… one with nice sharp claws to tear out the eyes of would-be rapists and greedy wizards alike.
She… did not. She had the beauty, she had the allure, but she had none of the defenses. In the end, she was as she came… and beyond a slightly stronger affinity for fire magic, Fleur was nothing more than a witch without her wand, bound up in magical rope, completely at the mercy of this bigoted, disgusting wizard.
Said wizard proceeds to pull forth a large tome from seemingly nowhere, smiling at her as he places a hand atop it.
"My Lord saw fit to reward me for my service to him. While it was my pleasure to see to the Dark Lord's return and all I truly needed as reward was to bask in his presence, he would not hear of it. He asked me what I wanted… and I told him I wanted you."
Her? Specifically, her?!
Barty's grin grows as her face scrunches up rather cutely (unfortunately she can't help it) in consternation and confusion.
"I've had my eye on you since your arrival with the rest of Beauxbatons for the Triwizard Tournament, I will admit. Seeing you… it reminded me of my request to my father all those years ago. It reminded me of my desire to have my very own veela pet. Never in a million years did I think I would get the chance… but I won't deny that I've wanted you for myself since I first laid eyes upon you. You are… exquisite, darling."
As his free hand once more ghosts across her flesh, Fleur does her best to jerk away, even though her best isn't good enough.
"I am not FOR you, w-wizard!"
She hates how her voice cracks as she tries to remain strong. Barty just hums and shrugs.
"Not yet, perhaps… but you soon will be. This tome… it is the Dark Lord's reward to me. A grimoire from another Dark Lord of the ancient past… and it is focused on one subject and one subject alone. The domestication and domination of Veela Pets."
Fleur's eyes widen as she looks upon the tome in a new light. She's well aware from her mother and grandmother's horror stories that wizards have spent the last thousands of years trying to conquer veela and take them for themselves. Indeed, when she was just coming into her majority and her allure was first activating and she couldn't control it, the possibility of her being stolen away… it was a very real one.
She'd never thought it would happen to her now though. She'd never thought she'd end up in a situation like this. Staring at the tome in abject horror and fear, Fleur's imagination runs wild as she pictures what might be in it. But to her surprise, Barty just chuckles and sets it aside.
"We won't be needing it yet though. First… let's get to know each other better."
When he turns back to her and moves to get on top of her, Fleur tenses up, expecting the sexual assault to begin as he uses his mouth on her tits and likely plunders her slit with his cock. She thinks herself ready for it, or if not ready for it, at least as prepared for the rape as she can be. In the end, if she can't get away, she'll have to endure until her allies can find her and save her. She can't give up hope, no matter what he does-
… Where is he going? Eyes twinkling with mischief, Barty doesn't quite force himself upon Fleur as the French Witch is expecting. He DOES force himself upon her… but the way he does so is completely out of left field. Moving down her body, his hands slide along her figure, moving along her breasts and then her taut tanned belly, before sliding down to her thighs.
Far from gripping her thighs with the sort of rough brutality she's expecting, Barty uses her bound, helpless position to be gentle instead. Caressing her flesh, treating her almost kindly, he doesn't break eye contact with her even once, not even as he lowers his mouth to her slit… and begins to lick. Fleur's eyes go and the blonde tenses as his tongue begins to work its way inside of her, his mouth suctioned over her pussy mound.
After everything, from her kidnapping and confinement to his words about making her his pet, this is NOT what Fleur is expecting. Certainly, she's not expecting him to be so GOOD at worshipping her cunt with his mouth. While it's not Fleur's first bout with cunnilingus, it is indeed the best she's ever received. To be fair, every man and boy before him has been so enamored by her allure that they've just wanted to go down on her because she asked them to.
No man has ever chosen to before, but as Barty works his tongue in and out of her slit expertly, as he flicks her clit and pays special attention to all of the important spots inside of her pussy, Fleur can see why he specifically might want to. He's very, VERY good.
Unbeknownst to Fleur, Barty had made sure of it. He'd been practicing on muggles that he'd controlled with the Imperius Curse, turning them into fuck dolls that he could interrogate throughout the act of sex in every shape and form to make sure he was doing it right. With them under his control, the muggle women had had no choice but to answer honestly, allowing the wizard, who had spent FAR too long trapped in his own mind thanks to his horrible father, to learn everything he'd missed.
He'd made sure that he'd be a great lover for one reason and one reason only… the gorgeous blonde slut before him now. Fleur Delacour would bond with him willingly if Barty Crouch Jr. had anything to say about it.
Unaware of any of that, Fleur can do nothing but moan throatily, her voice betraying her like her body as she finds herself humping her hips up into his amazing mouth. He's relentless, and it's not long before she's experiencing an orgasm on his tongue. But while it's the first he forces from her, it's far from the last. Indeed, Barty keeps going, making her cum SEVERAL times with his incredibly skilled tongue and leaving Fleur hazy and confused as she lays there bound in the magical rope, while he pulls back with his lower face covered in her pussy juices and his lips stretched into a wide, wicked smile.
"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart? I assure you; it gets better."
Panting heavily, Fleur stares at her captor through lidded eyes, mustering up as much defiance as she possibly can as she tried to level a glazed over glare his way.
"I am… n-not your sweetheart! Y-Your skill with your tongue is no doubt compensation for your t-tiny dick!"
She's trying to antagonize him at this point, hoping he'll fly into a rage and strike her. A good burst of pain will clear her mind and let her THINK again rather than feeling all this unwanted pleasure coursing through her. But far from getting angry, Barty just raises an eyebrow and smirks.
"Shall we test that theory?"
She knew he was going to fuck her. She knew it was an inevitability. Still, she tenses up as he vanishes his own clothes away, revealing a surprisingly chiseled physique. This too was Barty's effort to get in proper shape for his new veela pet. He was a man obsessed and possessed of a singular sort of drive. With his Lord restored to life, Barty could now focus on the thing that Voldemort had gifted him… his very own pet veela.
Still, his musculature is nothing when compared to his cock. Fleur's hopes that he'll have a small dick that will make her feel nothing are swiftly dashed when she gazes down between them to see his sizable, rock hard member. Thick and veiny, his cock angles down and presses into her traitorous, all-too-ready cunt lips.
He's inside of her a moment later, and Fleur squeaks as he spreads her slick folds out around his cock, pushing inch after inch into her already prepared quim. He's big but not too big, with a nice thick schlong that unfortunately hits ALL the right places, including some that Fleur didn't even know she had.
He starts out slow, and Fleur whimpers, tossing her head from side to side in denial as her pleasure only grows. Just a bit of roughness, that's all she needs. She's sure if he was just mean and cruel with her, it would be so much easier to resist him. But Barty refuses to give her what she wants, almost as if he knows her inner thoughts and is toying with her.
His hands slide up her beautiful body and roll over her sides and her breasts again as he slowly fucks into her, each thrust deep and penetrating and driving Fleur absolutely wild. It's not long before she's unconsciously moving her hips to meet his pistoning prick. It's not long before he's bottoming out inside of her, and suddenly she can't hold it back any longer. The biggest orgasm of the evening, bigger than any his tongue managed to extract from her, rushes through Fleur as she gurgles helplessly, trembling uselessly.
It's only a few moments after that, that Barty grunts and proceeds to cum as well… cumming inside of her, much to Fleur's eternal shame. Especially with how much she enjoys the creampie despite wanting nothing more than to hate it. A throaty, melodic moan leaves her plush, pillowy lips as her eyes roll back in her head for just a moment.
At least it's done for the time being… right?
But no, even as Fleur hopes that he'll leave her to recover for a bit after this humiliation, Barty keeps moving… making it abundantly clear that he's ready for Round Two and many more besides.
-x-X-x-
Several hours later, they're still going at it and all Fleur can do is clutch at the bedding beneath her as she's railed aggressively from behind. Her initial thoughts, that she wanted him to fuck her harder and rougher so she could focus on the pain and discomfort, have proven to be somewhat… false. Indeed, far from it, Barty's slow progression from gentle lover to positively RAILING her has only made Fleur more and more aroused. Her over-sensitized body has come to love the rough treatment.
She's not even bound by rope anymore, but by the time he untied her, Fleur was already too exhausted to truly fight back. She had put up a token struggle, but Barty had just laughed, pinned her wrists on either side of her head, and given her a long, passionate, tongue-filled kiss that had left Fleur panting and whimpering and feeling especially weak-willed.
Now, as he fucks her from behind, she's decided that all she can do is try to outlast him. Without her wand, she can't truly fight back, and despite trying to locate it, she's pretty sure at this point, after numerous creampies, that it's not in the room. At this point, she's cum and had him cum inside of her enough times that she's honestly starting to lose track of… just about everything.
"You're going to be such a good little pet. I'm going to treat you so well, once you finally submit to me my little veela wench."
And of course, the entire time she had a certain deranged wizard whispering corrupt and vile 'sweet nothings' in her ear like that one. Barty Crouch Jr. had been relentless these past several hours, both in fucking her and telling her how it was going to be between them. In the beginning, Fleur had done her best to disagree with him, had told him he was wrong and that she would never love him.
She still believed that of course, she still believed she might be able to escape, or that her allies would be able to find her. She had to believe that they were looking for her, that they were going to track her down and save her from this mad man. But at a certain point, it had simply become easier and more energy-efficient not to say anything, not to respond to his words.
She needed to conserve her strength after all, because HIS strength and stamina seemed unending. He'd obviously used magic in some way to augment his physical abilities, to still be fucking her after all this time, but knowing that didn't exactly help Fleur when he was just so fucking RELENTLESS!
Cumming once more around Barty's thrusting, hard cock, Fleur's eyes flutter and half-roll back in her head again, a throaty and wanton moan leaving her lips, which are formed into a wide O. By this point, she's lost complete control of her allure. But while some wizards and witches, bigots one and all, liked to imagine that the veela's allure acted akin to mind control, enforcing subservience and devotion upon its victims… that simply wasn't true.
All the allure did was make veela more desirable, more wanted, more needed. In a proper society, this did indeed look a bit like mind control, and was in fact mental influence of a prohibitive and invasive nature. Ultimately, in a society where you couldn't just go around raping women without consequences, a veela's allure forced men to try and get on the veela's good side so they could get what they really wanted… insanely pleasurable sex with the veela in question.
However, when the power imbalance was like it was with her and Barty, all her allure did was make him fuck her harder and make the entire experience more enjoyable for him. Indeed, her allure might just be part of what's helping him last so long, on top of whatever magic he's using to augment his stamina. It's all Fleur can do to hang on to her fraying sanity as he fucks her silly doggystyle.
Worst of all, he hasn't even cast a spell yet… or rather, he HADN'T… until now.
"Let us begin, sweetheart. In Servetium Redigo, Subjugo."
After all this time, Fleur had honestly forgotten the book and Barty's promise that he would bind her to him via magic. She'd been so focused on surviving the physical side of things, so focused on trying to outlast him, that she was completely caught off guard when he finally brought magic into play again.
Needless to say, as he casts the spell on her, she tries her best to resist its effects. And indeed, one of the few things she gets from quarter-veela is a slightly higher magical resistance than your average witch. But alas, her sex-addled brain and exhausted mind is in no position to truly stop him. Even as her teeth clench down and grit against one another, she can feel the chains of the subjugation spell being wrapped around her mind.
Horrified, she looks back at Barty, about to beg him to stop, only for the words to die on his tongue as she sees a glowing crown forming on his head, symbolizing her enslavement.
"N-No… NO!"
Fleur tries to fight it, truly she does… but in the end it's useless. Her entire body seizes up and she cries out in anguish before slumping forward as the magical chains settle over her mind properly, the spell taking effect and rooting itself firmly in place.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. This is just to help us out a little bit. Here, let me show you some of the benefits. Cum for me."
Fleur barely has time to process his words before her body is obeying the command of her new Master. Her eyes widen as she shakes and spasms from the sudden unwanted orgasm, a whimpering moan leaving her lips while her pussy walls clench and tighten up around his cock, still invading her cunt again and again with its thick, hard length.
"Again."
Again, she cums, eyes going crossed, moaning growing louder. He can't possibly mean to…
"Again!"
"Nnnggghhh!!!"
It's too much!
"Again!"
Fleur's eyes roll fully back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The pleasure from the back to back to back explosive orgasms is… it feels like she's going to DIE from the ecstasy and bliss. He has to stop, he has to-!
"Again!"
With a loud, wanton squeal, Fleur Delacour pushes over the edge once more, the magically induced orgasm being her last as Barty in turn lets out a loud groan and proceeds to flood her womb with his seed. That, combined with… everything else, is enough to cause the poor French Witch to fall unconscious, knocking her out on the spot.
The last thing she hears is her new Master chuckling at her predicament and his good fortune, before blissful oblivion takes her.
-x-X-x-
As she slowly wakes up, Fleur's first thought is that she's so very warm. It takes her a second as her eyes flutter open to realize this is because she's curled up into a man's side… and not just any man either. As her eyes open in full, the blonde looks up to see Barty Crouch Jr. holding her to him, already awake and watching her.
She blushes, feeling a certain level of diminished disgust as his eyes slide across her gorgeous body, soaking in her beautiful, voluptuous appearance like he already owns it.
"You're absolutely delectable, darling. Mm, and all mine too."
Why does his compliment feel so good? Fleur blushes and squirms in his grasp, but not nearly hard enough to break free as she starts to pant a little bit, feeling all hot and bothered as he admires her naked appearance. Her plush, pouty lips part as she breathes in and out shallowly, drawing his eyes to her mouth. Barty licks his own lips hungrily in response and gives her an eager grin.
"Why don't you go ahead and give me a good morning blowjob, sweetie."
Glancing between his throbbing cock and his face, Fleur's blush intensifies, and she leans down, taking him in her mouth as she shifts until she's laying perpendicular to him, rather than right up against his side. Sucking his thick, sweaty, messy cock into her mouth, Fleur grimaces a little at the taste at first… but to her surprise, cleaning up his shaft actually starts to taste good after a bit, and she's soon swirling her tongue around his glans expertly as she works up and down his length with her pillowy lips.
"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that, pet. Go on… take it all the way. I know you can do it."
His gentle commands and suggestions wash over Fleur, and she moans throatily around his throbbing cock as she does as she's told. Going all the way down his length, she gargles and gurgles as she begins to gag on his huge shaft, having to try and swallow it as she begins to deep throat his dick.
"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"
Eyes fluttering, Fleur looks up at her Master… and only then remembers the magical chains settling into place over her mind before she passed out. Her eyes widen as she realizes everything, she's feeling is a product of him controlling her. Only… she's the one who's enjoying the mixture of their fluids on his cock from last night's escapades on her tongue, isn't she?
She's also the one who's actually enjoying having his big cock in her mouth, enjoying pleasuring him with her throat. As Barty groans, Fleur finds it impossible to stop sucking him off, impossible to disobey him. The wizard has begun the process of binding her to him with his disgusting, despicable magic and all Fleur can do is obey.
But she certainly shouldn't be enjoying it quite as much as she is. Whimpering around his cock, she tries not to be so enthusiastic about it, trying to reign in her altogether slutty impulses as Barty brings a hand down to rest atop her head, lacing his thick masculine fingers through her blonde locks. Unfortunately, he notices as she gets less… enthusiastic.
"Oh now, pet… you can do better than that, can't you? Come on, don't disappoint me. Show me how much you really want my cock back inside of your tight little cunt. Use that mouth of yours to the fullest extent of your abilities."
A whine develops in the back of Fleur's throat, only to be subsequently cut off as she shoves herself back down his cock. She can't help it; she can't stop it. He's given her an order, a directive to impress him, and so Fleur finds herself beginning to rapidly fuck her face down his length, her eagerness and enthusiasm on a completely different level than before.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
"Yes! That's it! That's my good, good girl! Fuck, you nasty little veela slut! Merlin YES!"
A moment later and he cums in her mouth before yanking her off of his cock halfway through his release in order to paint her flustered, reddened face white with his sticky hot spunk. Fleur, gasping and panting, can only take it as he cums all over her previously pristine and perfect features. To her absolute humiliation, making him reach orgasm, swallowing some of his admittedly delicious cum… it sends Fleur right over the edge and she orgasms from the experience, climaxing from drinking down his seed.
A shiver of fear and horror runs through the poor French Witch as she stares up at her would-be Master, wondering if she's already falling under Barty's thrall. Indeed, it's the insidious magical binding he's placed on her that's doing it. Not only is it making her follow his verbal commands to the letter, but it's also keeping her from even thinking about trying to attack him. More than that, it's making her thoughts more and more favorable to him as time progresses and they remain in such close… intimate contact.
Fleur doesn't know that though, and so the only reason she would cum for him while swallowing his seed that she can come up with is… her own treacherous self. Is she truly that much of a slut? Is she truly that much of a whore? Is she going to succumb that easily? Fleur doesn't want… she doesn't want to be this man's pet! She has lived her whole life as a free woman! She has her whole life in front of her still!
And this is to be her fate? To become this… this wizard's veela pet?! No, no she refuses, she… she hates how arousing that sounds, even in her head. She hates how she finds herself contemplating the pros and cons. There shouldn't be any pros after all, only cons. And yet… and yet, it would be nice to be taken care of, wouldn't it? It would be nice to have no further responsibilities. She could just lounge about as his pet and expect daily dickings from his big… hard… co- No!
Fleur whimpers and squirms, having no idea that this entire eternal debate is playing out over her cum-covered, cum-dripping face as she lays there at Barty's side. The wizard watches her true self war with the newly formed other half of her and grins. As the tome had said, the spell he'd cast on her would chain her mind to his own. From there, it would be a test of pure willpower and magical and mental strength to see who would come out on top.
But of course, Barty Crouch Jr. had ALWAYS been a fan of gaming the system. Rather than simply starting with the spell and matching his own mental fortitude against the lovely Ms. Delacour's, he'd deigned to weaken her ahead of time. Hours upon hours of fucking the beautiful French Witch had left her at the end of her rope and in absolutely no position to engage in a mental or magical battle with him.
Putting the sexy little veela slut under his spell had been so very easy from there. And then it had fallen to Barty to, while she slept, develop a new… mentality for her. A fractured mirror of Fleur built upon her reluctant and undesired attraction to him. The hours upon hours of sex they'd had… it'd planted a seed, a kernel so to speak, within her true mind.
From there, Barty had been able to reach along their newly formed connection and help that seed grow. Unbeknownst to Fleur, the more time she spent with him, being subjected to his presence and to his magic, the more her new mind would overtake her old mind, until they melded together, became one in the same… and she was properly trained into his perfect sex pet.
His father might have told Barty he couldn't have a veela pet all those years ago, but Barty was nothing if not persistent. His father was dead now and good riddance. Meanwhile, Lord Voldemort was ascendant once more… and the Dark Lord rewarded those who performed devoutly to his service. Barty Crouch Jr. was nothing if not devout, and he was also the most successful of the Dark Lord's servants.
When the time had cum for him to die, he'd been ready to even take the kiss for Voldemort, if that was what was required… but in his haste to have Barty silenced, that moron Fudge had left quite the whole in the security placed on his prisoner, foolishly and wrongly believing that Barty was defeated and broken. Barty was far from either and had shortly after escaped.
Now… now his Lord had come through for him and he had his true prize. With Lord Voldemort's blessing, Barty would make the perfect sex slave out of Fleur Delacour. The perfect veela pet.
And to think, they said childhood dreams didn't come true…
It's been about two weeks since Barty began the training and subjugation of his pet veela, and needless to say, the wizard has never been happier. Still, he knows he owes it all to his Lord, and even if Fleur Delacour takes up much of his time, Barty doesn't allow his obsession to get in the way of his duties. He's well aware that the blonde was a gift from the Dark Lord and could be taken away just as easily if Lord Voldemort decided he wasn't giving his all to the cause.
On top of that, Barty still believed in the cause one hundred percent, and still worshipped his Lord with every fiber of his being. His devotion to the Dark Lord was unquestionable to be sure, but that didn't mean that he could just rest on his laurels. As such, he still went out regularly on raids with his fellow Death Eaters, working to secure the Dark Lord's power over the British Isles and Europe beyond, and fighting against the pitiful and pathetic Order of the Phoenix wherever it could be found.
He was actually returning from one such battle now. Although he's exhausted and feeling a bit grimy, as well as covered in drying blood that was not his own, Barty is nevertheless pleased when he steps into his ancestral home and immediately hears feminine groaning coming from the bedroom. A wicked smile spreads across the wizard's face and he makes his way towards the sound, letting Fleur's moans guide him like a siren's call.
Indeed, that is quite the apt description, because even as he enters the bedroom to see Fleur pleasuring herself on the bed, Barty feels himself getting hard near-instantly. The part veela's allure is completely out of control by this point, going wild at all times and acting as a beacon to any man in her vicinity. Of course, unfortunately for Fleur, he's the only man that's ever in her vicinity.
Their eyes meet as he steps inside the room and Fleur's gaze is heavily hooded and filled with desire as she moans wantonly. Her lips are formed into a permanent O, and her hands are moving back and forth over her body tiredly. Chuckling, Barty moves towards the bed, already removing his grimy and blood-covered clothing.
It's telling just how far along his training of his pet veela has come that Fleur doesn't even pay much mind to the blood. Instead, she only has eyes for his cock once he releases his erection from its confines, her hips bucking upwards instinctively as if begging for him to come and fuck her. She moans throatily when he reaches the side of the bed and runs a hand along her sweat-covered, glistening, naked body.
Her tan is already starting to fade, and if he wants her to maintain it, he's going to have to get her some sun soon. As it is, two weeks of confinement to his bedroom has left the French Witch paler and paler, even as her body remained just as beautiful to his eyes. She was perfection made manifest in his opinion, no matter how pale or tanned she was at any given time.
"I see you've been following my instructions, pet. Have you had a fun day?"
Whining, Fleur shakes her head back and forth, even as she keeps bucking her hips upwards towards him needily. Earlier that morning, Barty had given his pet one command before leaving for the mission. Namely, to finger herself but not allow herself to cum. She's obviously been on the edge of cumming the entire day, leaving her body glistening with that aforementioned sweat and her face flushed and flustered with unmitigated desire and arousal.
He could continue to tease her… but admittedly, her allure makes that all but impossible for him. He needs her. He needs to be inside of her right fucking now. Only Barty's self-control is holding him back… and why should he hold himself back, when he knows what he wants and it's right in front of him?
Without preamble, he climbs onto the bed and plunges into his pet veela, grinning all the more wickedly when she orgasms right there on the spot. Her eyes roll back in her head, her tongue lolls out of her mouth, and she cums and cums for what feels like ages as he holds her down and holds himself still inside of her clenching quim. Chuckling, Barty lowers his mouth to her jiggling breasts, suckling one and then the other before drawing back, his eyes twinkling merrily.
"Hm, that just might be the most explosive orgasm I've ever seen from you, sweetheart."
As Fleur starts to recover, Barty starts fucking her, making it all but impossible for the part veela to ever truly get her wits back about her. While she's busy writhing and moaning and creaming herself upon his cock beneath him, Barty's eyes flicker up to her head… specifically right above her head. There, the magical chains are still present, still restricting Fleur Delacour's freedom and turning her into his loving, loyal pet.
Indeed, they prevent him from harming him in any way and keep her from trying to escape. With the chains around her mind, she cannot even fathom attempting to get away, meaning that he can leave her in his home, and she won't be going anywhere. Only HE can provide her with the sexual relief she's so desperately come to crave. Only HE can be there for her when no one else is. No one has come for her. There haven't even been whispers of a rescue attempt being made. The Order doesn't even know where she is or that she's fallen into the clutches of Barty, amusingly enough.
Barty Crouch Jr. wasn't an idiot, after all. He wasn't stupid. When Lord Voldemort had asked him what he desired for his loyal and leal service, Barty had known that the others, his fellow Death Eaters, would covet what he truly wanted. And so, he'd asked the Dark Lord for his reward in private and kept it a secret from even then.
There was no doubt in Barty's mind that if he had told a single one of his comrades, the information would have gotten back to the Order, and they would have probably made at least one attempt to rescue Fleur. But by restricting the knowledge to just himself and his Lord, the secret had remained just that… a secret. And with the wards on the old Crouch Family Home at full power, there was no magic in the world that would be able to find Fleur without them knowing just a little bit more about who had taken her first.
The lack of information made Fleur Delacour's disappearance a dead end for the Order, a regretful tragedy that they couldn't solve. But to Fleur… it was plain and simple evidence that she'd been abandoned, that no one cared about her, and no one was coming to save her.
As he fucks her there on the bed, Barty can tell that she's shamefully reveling in the pleasure he's forcing upon her, despite knowing she's being controlled by magic, despite being held captive by him, a Death Eater. It all goes back to that Tome the Dark Lord gave Barty. Veela are, at their heart, sexual creatures. They CAN be tamed… it just requires incredibly loose morals and a lot of time spent on their training.
Barty has wanted a veela pet since he was a child. Needless to say, he's not going to let a little thing like morals stand in his way.
Pounding into her, watching as she cums again and again around his cock now that she's no longer being forced to edge herself, Barty reaches forward and taps her forehead with his finger, whispering an incantation under his breath that he's fairly sure Fleur doesn't even hear.
"Legilimens…"
In an instant, he can see into her mind, peering into its darkest depths with ease thanks to the control spell he already cast on her. Normally, breaking into someone's mind with the Mind Reading Spell requires one to either be a Master at the Mind Arts, or one's target to be incredibly weak willed.
Barty is no Master Legilimens, but Fleur's will has been greatly reduced, and thanks to the other spell that binds them together as Master and Pet, he doesn't need to be very good with the mind reading spell to be able to read Fleur's mind like an open book all the same.
Oh Merlin, oh fuck, it's so good. He's fucking me so deeeeep.
Moaning throatily, Fleur's thoughts are precisely what he expects them to be, making Barty grin wickedly as he plows her all the harder. Her mental voice echoing through his own mind is more than enough to spur him forward and make him fuck her faster and faster.
I shouldn't love this as much as I do. It's wrong. It's so wrong. Why hasn't anyone come for me? Why does it feel so good? I can't… I can't just let this happen… can I?
The poor little veela is just so confused. It makes Barty smile an evil smile to hear her so distraught, so unsure of herself. Two weeks ago, she would have fought him with all her heart. But two weeks under his control, with only him for company, and with a magical spell binding them together and slowly sapping her of her will… two weeks is a long time for any one of those things to be going on, let alone all of them.
I'm cumming! I'm cumming again around Master's big fat cock! N-No, he's not my Master! He's a Death Eater! He's- oooooh it's soooo goooood!!!"
Fleur's eyes roll back in her head again, even as Barty's own eyes widen slightly in surprise and happiness. That was the first time he'd heard her call him Master in the 'privacy' of her own mind. It was another step on the path and without hesitation, Barty picks up the pace again, cackling with glee.
"That's right, slut. Your Master is fucking you! Your Master is going to cum inside of you, my sexy little veela pet!"
Oh fuck, he is going to cum. He's going to cum because of me. Because of my sexy fucking body. He's going to seed me again. Oooooh Merlin~
And then, completely of her own volition or at least seemingly, Fleur reaches up and wraps a hand around the back of his neck, her fingers going through Barty's messy brown locks as she drags him down to her, his lips crashing against her lips. It's the first time she's initiated a kiss between the two of them, and it's certainly a passion-filled and tongue-filled one, even as Barty groans and tips over the edge, filling her with his seed.
As the two kiss heatedly, as he pumps a fresh load of his cum into his delightfully delicious veela pet, Barty hears her thoughts transition just a little bit as her mind clears of the lust a bit more.
I can… I can still m-make this work. I just need to stay s-strong. Maybe… maybe I can convince him to betray Voldemort. Maybe I can convince him to leave the Death Eaters. If I could convert him to the side of the Light… then we could be together, right?
It's a new tact, and Barty has to restrain himself from reacting and giving the game away as he listens to her thoughts with some surprise, but also plenty of excitement. It's obviously working, all of his work these past two weeks. Slowly pulling back from their lip lock, he smiles down at Fleur's flustered face.
"That was fun, pet. But I do hope you know we aren't done yet…"
As he pushes her onto her side and lifts one of her long, gorgeous legs up and onto his shoulder, beginning to fuck her again this time with her clutching at the sheets, Fleur's face doesn't fall or express any sort of tired resignation or exhaustion. In fact, she's looking at him needily, and moaning up a storm as he keeps fucking her. Her allure, still on full blast, keeps him rock hard as well.
"G-Give it to me. F-Fuck, don't stop fucking me, please."
While he already knew from reading her thoughts that she was starting to fall for him, Barty nevertheless grins wolfishly at hearing it out loud as well. Grabbing her by her jaw forcefully and firmly but not too roughly, Barty leans in close until their faces are mere centimeters apart.
"Oh, don't worry pet… I intend to."
-x-X-x-
Hours and hours of fucking later, Barty has put Fleur through the ringer, as he always does. He just can't help himself if he's being honest. To be fair, he LITERALLY can't help himself when Fleur's allure is egging him on constantly, the horny little veela slut making him rock hard over and over again and tempting him with her sexy as fuck body. She's perfect in every way, perfectly aged, perfectly matured, perfectly… everything.
And yet, despite going from fucking her on her side to doggystyle and then to bouncing her up and down on his cock a few different ways, they'd ended up back her again with Fleur on her back and Barty on top of her, his hands gripping tightly at her ankles as he pushes her legs back across her body and absolutely DESTROYS her in a consummate mating press.
As he fucks into her, she squeals and shrieks and screams her ecstasy, long past the point of words. Even mentally, she's not exactly capable of coherent thought anymore. He'd had to end the mind reading spell about an hour ago when Fleur's thoughts became little more than gibberish. Barty was still going strong though thanks to a couple of potions he'd imbibed, and he wasn't going to stop ruining Fleur until HE was done, no matter the state of her fractured mind.
After all, the more fractured her mind became, the more he was capable of worming his way into her thoughts and-
In the middle of his inner monologue, Barty's eyes go wide as Fleur experiences another explosive orgasms beneath him. That in and of itself is not the problem, she's probably cum dozens of times in the past few hours alone thanks to his help. However, the problem is, this latest explosive orgasm coincides with the magical chains around her head and the crown around his suddenly shattering as she howls her way through the orgasm.
For a moment, Barty feels actual, real fear. Jolting back, he's half-ready to be faced with the worst that the Tome suggested could happen. An Enraged Veela could bring to bear their magical fire heritage and incinerate a failure of a wizard in an instant, even if they hadn't shown any true aptitude before. Fleur might only be quarter veela, but that didn't really mean anything… the depths that she could pull from would still no doubt be incredible.
And yet, as Barty flinches back… nothing happens. As seconds drag on following the seeming shattering of the spell, the Death Eater furrows his brow and looks down at Fleur's face to find her completely insensate. Her eyes are FULLY rolled up into her skull and her tongue is lolling out of her beautiful, glistening wet lips.
Oddly enough however, he sees something more. There, resting on her tongue… is a pulsing blue ball of magic. Blinking owlishly, Barty just stares at it for a few moments, wracking his brain for what it could mean. It takes him a little while to use his impeccable memory to find the proper passage from the Tome his Lord had given him, the one he'd read from front to back half a dozen times before ever even going after Fleur.
Finally, though, he remembers what he read and realizes what's happening. As it dawns on him, a certain giddiness fills Barty Crouch Jr. because this? This is it. This is what he's been waiting for. His pet veela has finally fully surrendered to him both mentally and spiritually. The control spell he put on her had broken because that little ball of magic that's sitting right in the opening of her mouth… that's a piece of her SOUL, which she's offering freely to him, knowingly or not.
His cock spasms within Fleur's pussy at the knowledge that this… this was it. As the Tome had outlined, this was the final step. He just hadn't expected it to happen quite so fast, but clearly his pet was just so desperate to become his in all the ways that mattered. Reveling in his victory, smiling wickedly the entire while, Barty Crouch Jr. slowly leans forward and presses his lips to Fleur's.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he laps the little ball of soul magic off of her tongue and swallows it. In that moment, he feels the true bond crystallizing in his mind. With that, he fully binds Fleur Delacour to him as his veela sex pet. As the bond forms within him, the sensation drives Barty over the edge and he cums harder than he ever has before, probably in his entire life.
With a loud groan, he completely empties his balls into Fleur, who in turn moans as her eyes flutter forward in her head, her gaze slowly refocusing up on him, on her Master. She mewls in satisfaction at being seeded properly by her Master, and Barty chuckles as he pulls her up into his lap and keeps on kissing her, the two of them making out heatedly now that she's conscious again.
Her eyes are filled with nothing but love and devotion, as are her thoughts. Barty no longer even needs the Legilimens spell to try and read her mind. Now that the permanent binding is in place, Fleur is even more of an open book to him than before. She's his and he is hers… her Master, to be exact, the wizard that owns every aspect of her, from her mind to her body to even her soul.
Despite all of her effort, despite trying to fight him off at first but slowly falling lower and lower as he dragged her into the dark, Fleur Delacour has finally been broken by Barty Crouch Jr.'s cock.
Needless to say, this calls for celebration… and so Barty continues to fuck Fleur well through the night, right until he actually exhausts himself to the point of unconsciousness.
-x-X-x-
Letting out a low groan, Barty slowly begins to wake up to what has to still be one of the most amazing feelings in his entire life. A pair of warm, wet lips are wrapped around his member and he's receiving the best blowjob he's ever gotten. It gets even better when he wakes up and looks down his body to see the devoted, lust-filled eyes of his veela pet staring up at him from where she's laid out between his legs.
It's been a couple months since Fleur Delacour completely broke and 'freely' handed over her soul to him. Obviously, it wasn't quite as consensual as all that. Everything he'd done to her for those first two weeks had been designed to break her down, and even the initial binding spell had been designed to slowly but surely influence her into snapping and giving up all of her free will to spend the rest of his life as his slave.
Now here they are all these weeks later, and Fleur is all too happy to bob up and down his member. In fact, as he wakes up and looks down at her, she picks up the pace, slurping and even choking on his cock as she takes him all the way to the base again and again and again.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Smiling down at her warmly, Barty reaches out and runs his hand through her hair and along her cheek, loving how she nuzzles into his palm while also blowing him to kingdom cum. Though, not quite to kingdom cum. After making sure he's nice and hard and spit-polished to hell and back, Fleur pulls back from his cock and instead sidles up to him.
Promptly impaling herself on his member, she moans throatily as she slowly rides him cowgirl. Barty groans in response, enjoying the feel of her warm, wet, velvety cunt wrapped around his dick, tightening and clenching up along his length as she bounces on him. He doesn't make any effort to participate or move himself, perfectly happy to just lie back and bask in the sensations, having his pet do all the work for him.
After a time, however, Fleur does reach out and grab his hands. At first, he thinks she wants to interlock fingers, but before he can move to do so, she places his hands on her belly, running his palms over her abdomen. When he'd initially gotten ahold of her, she was a bit fitter and more athletic. Two months as his bed slave, fuck toy, and veela pet have seen a slight softening of her formerly toned body. The French Witch had been quite the feisty fighter… but now she was little more than his veela pet.
At the same time, there's more to the softening of her abdomen then he initially expected, Barty realizes. As his hands hover over her belly, he feels a pulse of magic from her womb and his eyes widen in surprise at the implications. Beaming happily and blushing prettily, Fleur Delacour is all too eager to inform him of the news.
"You knocked me up, Master. You bred your veela pet well and good. I can only hope that it'll be a daughter so I can raise her to be a tame pet fuck toy like myself… but in the meantime, there's an additional benefit to having impregnated me, my beloved Master~"
Blinking, Barty is about to ask what that is when Fleur reaches up and grasps her enlarged tits around their base, offering them up to him as if on a silver platter. Licking her lips, she offers them up to him and as she squeezes them slightly, Barty can see beads of milk slowly forming at the ends of her rock hard nipples, revealing her early lactation.
Not one to balk at such an amazing gift, Barty maintains eye contact with his veela pet, even as he reaches forward and takes one of her tits from her hands, leaning up while also pulling her down so his mouth falls upon her dripping, leaking teat. As he drinks her breast milk, the Death Eater's eyes widen in surprise and his cock pulses and throbs and twitches inside of Fleur.
This… not only was Fleur's veela milk delicious, but it was also more than that. Once again, Barty is reminded of something he read in the Tome that his Lord gave him. Namely, a properly trained and tamed veela pet could enhance her wizard master's magic via her bodily fluids.
He hadn't exactly been interesting in drinking Fleur's blood or spit to find out, but her breastmilk? That was another story. And more than that, it was a true story too, he was finding. His power was growing, his strength was rising, and he felt… he felt alive in a way he'd never felt before.
Pulling away, Barty looks to his veela pet with a wicked, milky grin.
"This is perfect, pet. With this, I'll be able to help my Lord destroy that pesky Order once and for all. More… I need more!"
As he dips his head down and drinks more of Fleur's empowering milk, the veela herself can only beam happily, all too ecstatic to make her Master an even stronger wizard. Moaning from the way he's all but attacking her milk-engorged titties, Fleur leans in further, giving him more access as her eyes flutter in bliss.
"O-Of course, Master! I'll be sure to feed you my milk every day, a-and I vow to make sure I get pregnant again as soon as I give birth, so that I can always be able to give you my milk! I want nothing more than to be your pet veela broodmother for the rest of my life!"
And the funny thing is, she means every word of it too. Barty revels in how far Fleur has fallen and just how broken his veela pet is. He can't help but be supremely satisfied with turning this sexy fucking veela whore into his bitch forevermore.