(An alternate ending to Chapter 1: Yule Ball: Explanation. enjoy)

Harry felt no different. As the pink potion was now in his system, there was no immediate change. Did it not work on him? Was the potion a failure?

Harry felt the group stir. But the older students gave no guidance, and Harry did not know how to judge this experience.

Nervously, he looked around at the entire room. On instinct, he looked to Hermione first, still on Krum's lap, with no real change to her either. They both gave each other a friendly look, they trusted each other and could sense their confusion. Confusion, and Harry had to admit, his disappointment.

He then looked to Cho, as beautiful as always, and quickly felt guilty and looked towards Parvati. The beautiful, dark skinned girl had her eyes closed, she was giving no sign if the love potion had worked.

Harry had never been in this position before, he remained quiet. He wanted to wait and see if they were all supposed to do something, or if the whole thing had been an elaborate failure or joke.

Then she rose. She rose like a Goddess.

A Blond Goddess.

Fleur Delacour had a large smile on her face. A big, evil smile. As she rose, she allowed her body to stretch. Every stretch made Fleur's curves wiggle and dance seductively. All of her curves were amazing. Harry had never seen a more curvy… a more beautiful… a more irresistible woman than Fleur Delacour. Everything about Fleur was sexy and desirable, even her legs and her feet. Her big tits hugged her revealing gown, and they began to swallow Harry's world.

She gloated. "I love this part… the part where all these hunky champions… lose their breath for me… the 'real' champion."

Harry was now obsessed with her body. He had known how attractive Fleur was since he laid eyes on her. How could he resist her perfect face, flowing gold hair and supple and inviting curves? But Harry also knew that she was completely and utterly out of his league. He had barely sprouted, and Fleur had sex appeal that put the most glamourous women he had ever seen to shame. And once he understood her Veela heritage, and while Harry was dealing with his deep feelings for Cho and others… Fleur was a fantasy too far for Harry to contemplate. But now here she was. The sex goddess come to life. The all powerful Fleur Delacour, and she now commanded his attention. Harry's cock was harder than he knew possible. It yearned for Fleur. It wanted to explode for the blond sexpot, to do it's bidding and please her in any meager way the young champion could.

"Oh, you poor, little Hogwarts students. Did you really think a love potion could work… could entice you… while a Veela goddess was in your presence?" Fleur moved her hands down all of her curves. All of her unbelievable… irresistible curves.

It was only then… Only when the sexually perfect Fleur did not simply address him, did Harry realize it. Something had gone wrong… or very, very right. Fleur spoke as though they were all… all of them, in love with her. Harry dared to turn his head around. Parvati had finally opened her eyes. The formerly straight girl was glued to Harry's blond goddess. Parvati's mouth was open. Staring at the Half-Veela was making the sexy Indian girl drool… and her sari was getting wet with sexual excitement for Fleur.

Hating to look away from Fleur's perfection, Harry darted his eyes to the others. Hermione was as enamored with Fleur as Parvati was. Harry had never seen his best friend so focused… so in heat. Krum was licking his lips. Krum was one of the few men who had the sexual confidence to be real around Fleur. That was gone now. Krum was hungry for the perfect Blond goddess. He only needed to pounce and the famous young wizard would please her in any way he was ordered to obey her.

Cedric looked even more flustered… more obsessed than Krum. It was well known that Cedric was Fleur's first choice to the ball. Even with a beautiful and sexy Cho Chang at his side, Cedric looked as though he was begging Fleur to forgive him… to allow him to reject all of his other wants and ambitions… just so he might serve the blond goddess whose very breath was controlling the room as she looked down at all of her enthralled rivals.

"I believe you English call it 'spiking' the potion. In France… in the Veela community… We just call it beauty. We all want beauty… need beauty. We all succumb to beauty… "

Fleur then looked to Cedric. The Hufflepuff had no eyes for Cho any more. They were glued to Fleur. They belonged to Fleur. His eyes darted between Fleur's face and her tits, unable to decide which made his throbbing cock harder. Fleur, who wanted to have Cedric that night, all to herself, bent low before the attractive young boy. Her perfect tits hung low… and they drew the young man into her. Cedric shook for her. He moaned for her…

"And now you all… submit to my beauty… don't you, Cedric?"

"Oh… oh yes… completely… submit completely…"

"Who was that, dear?" Fleur asked in mocked confusion. She was playing with her food now. She was toying with her obedient and willing thrall, "Who do you submit to?"

"You, Fleur!" Cedric shouted. He needed to show his devotion to this sexy and powerful creature. Cho did not even care that Cedric was betraying her. She was just moaning in her seat. She was moaning, hoping she might proclaim her sexual devotion to Fleur as well.

"Hmm… '' Again, in mocked confusion, Fleur turned her entire body around, "That doesn't sound right. It's just… it's just not enough." Fleur then had her impressive ass an inch away from Cedric's face. The young man that denied her a date was glued to it. Harry was glued to it. If he could peel his eye's away from Fleur's supple and shaking ass, he would realize that all of them were the obsessed, willing and eager slaves to Fleur Delacour now. As that perfect ass shook, Cedric fell. He fell to his knees. Cedric was a talented, smart and sought after man in Hogwarts. Now he was supplicating himself to Fleur's ass, because his mind was in love with it. He needed her to know that he belonged to her… he totally and completely belonged to Fleur Delacour.

"I'm all yours… my… my Goddess… "

That elicited a laugh from Fleur. A laugh of amusement, but not a laugh of surprise. Fleur knew that all men wanted her. They could not resist wanting her. But now that they were broken, now that they had lost their one hope of escape… Fleur loved knowing that there would be nothing she wanted that all of those beneath her would not give her. She felt her fallen rival below her… so eager to touch her skin, feel her breasts… to kiss her ass. It all belonged to her now. It was time to mark her property and put them all to work serving her every desire.

"Jordan, you lucky boy. For being such a sweet little date for me, you can play with these other girls. They're quite charming… for Hogwarts girls at least. Nothing like us Beauxbaton girls, right?"

"Nothing… nothing like you… " Jordan rasped out. He wanted his goddess as much as the rest of them. Harry would soon learn that Jordan was really a man-slut. The thought of getting to have any hot girl was still appealing. Even more appealing knowing that obeying Fleur would please his goddess and give him even greater relief, "Nothing but… but holes… compared to you, goddess… "

"Oh yes… we're… we're nothing… nothing compared to you… goddess… " To Harry's shock, it was Hermione that said that. He had never heard his friend be more eager… more submissive. Hermione was a creature of great focus… Now all of that focus belonged to Fleur and her wants. If Fleur was going to send Hermione and the other's to Jordan, than Hermione was going to give Jordan her absolute best to fulfill her orders.

"Well, that's right you little lioness. Now go to Jordan. All of you, satisfy the RavenClaw boy for making his goddess so happy. Don't worry, I have more than enough to work with… with your champions… "

They moved to Jordan, as ordered. Their sexy bodies moved in a curvaceous way… as though they were in a trance. More than that… it was though they adored being in a trance. Harry looked for a moment and had a brief thought of resistance. He realized that all three women were being betrayed by him right now.

Hermione, in her new sexy dress and makeup, was about to give herself to a boy she had no interest in. Hermione was a virtuous young woman, Harry knew that had it not been for the potion or Fleur's charms, she would never give her body to Jordan. So Harry hated himself for letting her march to Fleur's orders. Her eyes kept darting back to her mistress. But she brought her breasts close to Jordan. She was going to make it easy for the older boy to use her, because her love for her Goddess Fleur commanded her to do as she was told.

Parvati was even worse still. His sexy date was his responsibility. She was supposed to be in his care and her virtue was his to protect. But she was removing her saree, and danced out of her clothing in a way that she hoped her mistress would enjoy. Parvati was employing all of her sexual skills, all to please the woman she worshiped… even if she needed to be taken by a man.

And Harry saw Cho… his Cho. His fantasy girl was now obeying the fantasy of someone else… someone that every fiber of Harry's being was telling him was superior to her now. Cho's body was everything Harry imagined it would be. It was supple. It was smooth. Her curves were as tantalizing as Harry dreamed they would be, and her large breasts were as soft and bouncy as Harry had masturbated to in the dead of night.

Then Jordan's hands were all over them. Jordan was enjoying all three women, just as his Goddess had commanded him to do. Hermione, Cho and Parvati moaned. They moaned at every touch. But their eyes showed their true allegiance. They were just putting on a show. They were putting on a sexual show… to entice their goddess and please her enough that they might be able to touch Fleur's perfection.

"Oh, and Jordan?" Fleur hummed. Her wand was out. It blasted at Jordan. The older student howled in a mix of pleasure and pain. It was clear what had happened though. His cock was out now. His massive, monstrous and pulsating cock was out, ready to ravage all three of those girls as he had been commanded, "I don't want them thinking they can fake it for me. Break my sluts."

The guilt Harry felt when he saw the three sexy girls used was real. But there was no time to focus on his guilt… not when his goddess was there. His perfect blond goddess stood, with all the confidence in the world… as she put her three enthralled competitors in their places. Cedric knelt and Krum came up behind her to get a scent of his new owner. Harry had not even realized it, but he was on his knees as well. He was lower than Cedric. He was, to all who could see him, a submissive to all the glory and power that was Fleur Delacour.

"Well now, let me get the business out of the way before I see which of you boys has anything fun to play with." Fleur bounced as she enjoyed seeing her three rivals completely at her whim, "I know we'll need to keep up appearances. It needs to look like a fair fight… like we are still actually equals. But after tonight… I don't see any real competition to stop me from becoming champion… Do any of you think you have the power to stop me?" Fleur jiggled her breasts… her big supple breasts… for the three young men. They were mesmerized. They were compliant to her every want. If she wanted them to be losers… they would lose to her in every way she wanted.

"That's what I thought." Fleur said in a hawty way, knowing that she had already defeated her submissive playthings, "Now, in a little while, we'll make some unbreakable vows to make sure the most worthy champion here wins. Until then…"

She snapped her delicate fingers together. In an instant, in a flight of time that was everlasting to her hormonal young boys… they all obeyed their smiling goddess. They all knew exactly what to do. They knew how to please the most sexual and powerful woman on the planet… They all knew how to serve their goddess and their mistress.

Krum began to kiss Fleur's neck. Cedric went for her gorgeous legs. They were adorning Fleur. It was foreplay, and they were eager to show their devotion to her. Fleur moaned when they did a good job. She liked feeling Cedric's lips as they inched ever closer to her clothed sex. Then Krum inched, and inched closer and into a more aggressive hold on his goddess' waist, Fleur found she liked feeling his strength. They played with each other. Teased each other. They slowly helped each other strip and show their goddess that they were men worthy of pleasing her perfect sex. Fleur liked seeing their devotion grow. She liked being able to command them in silence, especially when they knew it was time to start disrobing her… to let her perfect body blind their unworthy eyes with her ultimate carnal power.

Harry, the least experienced man, still wanted to please his goddess. He needed to please Fleur, and to grow close to her. His mind was so timid, so unsure if he was worthy to even look at Fleur, let alone pleasure her. But he could sense her want, and he had the courage of a Gryfyndor somewhere inside of him. Harry crawled to his champion… his goddess… and where the other boys were not focused on, Harry began to feel the perfection that was Fleur Delacour. When Cedric and Krum were up, making out with Fleur's perfect lips and neck, Harry would kneel, and rub and adorn her body. When Krum was bold enough to grip his goddesses tits, and Cedric knew it was his duty to tease her sex… Harry knew that he was to touch, explore, and worship Fleur's ass. He felt her silent commands, and it made his growing cock hard, and his body kept surging to obedience.

Fleur liked feeling Harry's attempts to please her. The Half-Veela was a confident, demanding and cruel lover, but she was no fool. Harry was young, his inexperience would yield different pleasures than from the more experienced boys. She wanted the two sexiest men in the castle to be her bulls, to take her wherever her desires led her. But she also wanted to play with Harry Potter. She wanted the famous Boy Who Lived to worship her too… She wanted him to know who the most sexual and powerful woman was, so that as he grew, he would know where his devotion and cock belonged to if she wanted him to come back to her… to pleasure the woman that conquered his sex and owned his soul.

Soon, with nothing but boxer briefs hiding her devoted servants' manhoods… Fleur was ready to claim her prizes… she wanted to completely own and break the other champions just for her amusement.

"Now… off." A simple command, but one all three moaned at. They stood, naked, like pieces of meat, for Fleur to decide who to play with first. She touched what she wanted to touch. She played with what she wanted to play with. The sex-goddess that was Fleur Delacour knew she owned these cocks… and she knew how to advertise that with every move she made.

She grabbed Harry's cock first. It was a pleasure the fourth year never knew was possible. With glee, she came closer, into his ear, "Well done, Harry." That praise almost made the young wizard cum right there. But he knew, deep down, that he could not release until his goddess was satisfied… he would be hard and obedient for her, "Within a year… this cock will be so big and strong… so much bigger than the others. Veela's can tell… we can smell 'real' men… "

Fleur's husky words drove Harry mad with lust. He heard that he might please her. It was more than he ever imagined.

"I'm going to let you try, Harry… I'm going to let you try and please me. There is no shame in one's first time… as long as you yearn to please me, I will be satisfied." Harry moaned at that. His sexual, dominant goddess was so demanding, so perfect… but she might want him and he was going to yearn to please her more than he yearned for anything else. She let go of her slave's cock, and whispered his new orders, "But first, I want you to 'learn', to see, to have some idea of what it takes… to please me. So wait for me, watch me… play with yourself for me… and once the other boys give me what I want… then I might claim you the way you've only ever dreamed of."

The nearly naked Fleur walked away from Harry at that. She wanted him to know… needed him to know… that he was not being rejected… he was being trained. He was being groomed, so that if he was worthy, he could please his Veela Goddess. Harry's hand went straight for his cock. He watched as Fleur's ass bounced back and forth, in total confidence, as she approached Cedric and Krum… ready to take what they all knew was hers.

"Cedric." Fleur stood in between the two champions. Cedric was thrilled that she was choosing him. Cedric needed to be worthy of Fleur, "You're the only one… the only one, who's beauty is worthy of me. I've seen you resist me… and now you know your place. Tell me your place, my beautiful Cedric? Where does 'my' Cedric belong?"

"With you… my goddess… " Cedric moaned. His focus was completely on his goddess now. Not five feet away, his sexy girlfriend Cho Chang was sucking Jordan's big cock… but Cedric only had eyes for Fleur now. He needed Fleur to know that she had conquered his heart, "My place is with you… beneath you… serving you… Goddess Fleur… "

"That's a good boy." Fleur smiled. It was an evil smile "And you will serve me… you'll look so good standing next to me… when I want male company. Oh, I can't wait to make a sexy strong man like you into my drooling eye candy, Cedric."

She leaned in to kiss Cedric at that. He leaned into her. But then she stopped herself. She stopped herself and decided that it was time to make her slave learn what serving her would truly mean.

"But Cedric… Viktor's cock is bigger than yours. It's bigger and thicker." Fleur then laughed. Cedric moaned, both in disbelief and anguish, "It's what a goddess like me deserves… I want it big and fast and hard… and Viktor looks like he can give me more than you can. You know that when I want something… nothing should stop me from getting it."

Cedric nearly cried at that. Fleur was showing just how deep her control over her slaves were. Cedric was in love with her… any rejection was more painful to him than any pain imaginable. And Fleur had switched all of her focus to Krum's cock now. The smug Seeker knew he was about to fuck his goddess. He was about to fuck her and take her any way she wanted. Fleur was wet now. She could wait no longer.

"So be a good little slave, Cedric. Eat me out… get me ready with your sexy lips." Fleur leaned down on the couch now. Cedric was put in his place. The naked Krum was stroking his growing cock for his Goddesses pleasure, "And once you eat me out… and once Viktor is done pleasing me with his bigger, meatier cock… well then maybe I'll want to play with your cock too… "

At that, all that Fleur wanted… Fleur got. Cedric pleased her sex, with total devotion. He pleased her, so a more well endowed rival could please his goddess after. And please her Krum did. She gave him very few orders. In all honesty, having so many slaves enthralled to her every whim was getting Fleur off more than even the most aggressive sex ever could. But that did not stop Krum from fucking Fleur like a beast. He was on top of his goddess… then he took her from behind. She looked so good from behind. When she bent her body low for him… when she presented her perfect ass to be taken like a bitch in heat… It was like she was the most beautiful creature in the world, and she was blessing her men and giving them her sexual power. Krum fucked her hard, he fucked her fast and he fucked Fleur Delacour exactly as she wordlessly commanded him too. That was what champions did, Fleur thought as she impaled herself on her slave's cock as he held her in the air. Champions… real champions like her don't just win… they dominate and subjugate all of their rivals.

And she watched all three of her rivals for the Triwizard cup… a trophy now pre-ordained for her to win. Krum was her bull, his body was just a vessel for his big cock, hard and ready for Fleur to use in any way she wanted. Cedric, the sexy Hogwarts stud, was her devoted slave. She liked teasing his cock (nice as it was), but she also took her carnal wants from him any way she wanted. They made out as she was getting rammed. He kissed her soft flesh. He worshiped her sex, even as she was getting her pleasure. Greater still, Cedric Diggory was becoming more and more devoted to Fleur the more she used him. She wanted her champions broken to her will, and Cedric would pamper her all year, make her look great, and please her any time she wanted to feel his sexy body. Sure enough, as the hours krept and her desires expanded after multiple orgasms from Krum, she wanted both of them inside of her. Cedric and Krum were just tools to give her pleasure now, not champions. Her biggest orgasm yet happened when she rode Cedric with all her sexual power, as she caused Krum to climax for the second time that night with his cock in her perfect mouth. They gave her everything… all the while they signed over their soul to her… so Fleur could take the championship and all of the glory that went with it.

And Harry just watched, just as Fleur had ordered him too. She enjoyed watching him. She enjoyed making such a well known and soon-to-be powerful wizard obsessed with watching her get her pleasure. As she took more and more from Krum and Cedric, she started to yearn for her virgin Harry. She wanted to make him cum. She wanted her sex to be the place that the Boy Who Lived yearned to unleash in, making his magics submissive and subjective to her for all of time. She had stolen the tournament from young mister Potter… stealing his virginity, smelling how pleasing he will soon be… was only natural now that he loved every moment of being with his goddess.

As the boys pleased and submitted to Fleur's powers, the women were being dominated by Jordan.

They, much like the boys, were as much rivals to Fleur. They all descended into the ballroom, all glamorous and all demanding the sexual attention of the entire Yule Ball. Parvati was a pretty young thing, but her mismatched date gave Fleur little worry. But Cho Chang had, for all intent and purpose, stolen her man to the knowledge of the entire ball. And Cho looked perfect on Cedric's arms. She was a sexual delight and rivaled Fleur's beauty in a different sort of way. But Fleur knew that she could outdo the Ravenclaw girl with little ease. It was Ms. Granger who gave Fleur the most pause as she descended the hall with Krum. To go from just a bookworm to such a glamorous and sexual creature was something that Fleur knew commanded the fantasies of many men. It was one thing to always be seen as beautiful, but to find beauty and then to unleash it was something that Hermione had done so well, and quite a bit of the spotlight that belonged to the Beauxbaton champion went to the Fourth Year instead.

All three were her rivals.

And now, all three had been put in their place.

Jordan had, in turn, molested all three girls. He then fucked all three girls, and presented them, broken and depleted, for their goddess to enjoy. He started with Cho, after a long titfuck, Jordan took her from behind, one of her sexy legs being held in the air the entire time. Cho's eyes stayed on Fleur as Jordan pounded her as best he could. When she saw Cedric devoting himself to Fleur's body, it made Cho moan, knowing that her Goddess was getting everything she wanted. When she saw Harry, masturbating and moaning for Fleur though, her eye found a tear. It did not stop Cho from raising her ass higher, so Jordan could impale her harder… that was the only way to make Fleur happy, and Cho was just a fuck-toy for Fleur now.

Parvati was next. She blew the man for Fleur's pleasure. Her eyes were closed, almost in prayer. Parvati was into boys, and fantasized and gossiped about what boys would eventually become hers. Now, as she performed for Fleur, she knew that it didn't matter. Fleur was a goddess, and all of Parvati's sexuality, and her holes, were on this earth to glorify Fleur's erotic powers. Jordan gave Parvati her first real pounding… standing all the while. She wanted to show her stamina, show her abilities, and show her willingness to serve Fleur.

Then Granger… to please his mistress, poor Hermione Granger was laid down on her back. Before this day, Hermione had never had the confidence to think about sex… but now she knew... She was a sex-toy, and her pussy was commanded to be taken for goddess Fleur's amusement. Hermione just laid there, like a rag doll, knowing that Fleur needed only to breathe and Hermione would leap to debase herself for the sexually omnipotent blond. Once her pussy was fucked into submission, her ass was next.

Jordan pounded Hermione's surprisingly built ass hard… until he came inside of it. The Goddess wanted her fucked… She wanted her spent… and she wanted her beauty tarnished… and as the love potion coursed through her, as Hermione saw Krum so subservient to Fleur's every want… and Harry jacking off like her perverted slave… Hermione just looked at her mistress and took her pleasures from Fleur's servant. At times it hurt, but serving her goddess made Hermione want even more of it.

And as all three took Jordan's engorged cock… as they felt pleasure from serving their mistress and not the manner in which they served… their dashing and heroic dates did nothing. They were too obsessed over Fleur's perfect body. They just mewled at her every touch and barked like dogs at her commands. Fleur looked back at them several times during their debasement. She liked seeing them get fucked, as Fleur got her pleasure from her defeated champions. Krum and Cedric were too busy to attend to their dates. Harry, who had a deep interest in all three girls, could do nothing. Every time he felt that it was wrong to see them taken by Jordan… he thought of Fleur, of what she wanted from her slaves… and Harry let the potion take his mind to any depraved place Fleur wanted it to go that night.

The girls were no longer Fleur's rivals now… they were Fleur's whores.

"It's time… young Harry… '' Harry lost his breath. It was her voice. The voice of his goddess… and she was calling to him.

Fleur was on the couch with Cedric and Krum, both spent from their service to their goddess. They were worshipping her white skin, ready to do any act to give Fleur any pleasure she wanted. She would want them again before the night was out, but her desires had turned to her virgin. She could smell him. He was so excited… he was so nervous… he was so hard, both from her scent, and from pleasing herself while watching Fleur take all she wanted.

Harry came before her, and he bowed low for her. Fleur wanted to enjoy this, so she turned to her other slaves. They were loyal, but loyalty required services that the mistress desired.

"Wrestle for me… no magic… make it a show worthy of me."

It took a moment to sink in, but then Cedric and Krum understood. They stood, went to the area of the Room Harry had placed himself. They attacked each other. They were forceful, but aware that it was about displaying their sexy bodies to their mistress more than disabling their opponent. The competitive young men, naked, wrestled and grabed one another… all because their Goddess Fleur thought it would be fun to watch.

With them gone, Fleur looked deep into Harry's eyes.

"It's time… show me why the goblet ever thought 'you' could be a champion… "

With no words, Harry launched on top of Fleur. It was like touching the sun, the heat burned away any and all of Harry's illusions. He was Fleur's fuck-toy. He took his cock. He shoved it into the nirvana that was Fleur's pussy. And though he was not sure if he could ever please her the way she desired, he gave her all of his devotion.

"Good, Potter… keep making it… feel good..."

His cock felt good… his subservience felt even better. Every move Harry made was new to him. He was her virgin, and she was the perfect woman to lose all control for. Fleur would cum from this. Harry would not last long his first time, but what got Fleur so excited was knowing that she was turning him. She was actually turning Harry into her plaything… and she could feel the man that he would soon become. Harry had a power that none of her other lovers could even come close to. Deep inside the awkward and unready teen, was something powerful, sexy… and hers to mold.

"Oh, fuck me!" Fleur cried out. Harry went faster for his goddess. He found his confidence… the confidence that belonged completely to the woman who drugged him, subjugated him and was now turning him. Harry kissed Fleur and felt her soft, wet and alluring lips as his thrusts grew more confident. She tasted perfect. Her taste was addictive. And Fleur liked what she tasted. She tasted a boy becoming a man… and that powerful man was addicted to the lusty powers only Fleur possessed. She knew his thrusts would only get better. She knew his young cock would only grow. Harry was learning to take a lover… once he found himself, no one would be able to give Fleur that pleasure she needed like him. She got off to knowing that Harry Potter belonged to her now. She chose to encourage her thrall… and now, like a good mistress, was going to profit from her control and subjugation.

She wanted his first explosive orgasm to be perfect. She wanted it to be that no woman could ever compare to her… so she flipped her perfect body over.

She presented her big, toned and delicious ass to Harry. He was to take her like a Bitch. He was to feel what it was like to mount a woman… the most powerful woman in the world… the goddess of sex… and the soon to be named Triwizard Champion.

The real Harry would be far too cautious and scared at this ultimate and aggressive woman. But this was a Harry Potter that was ordered to please Fleur Delacour. And Harry's mind belonged to that devotion. It needed to obey that command, to please the only creature he could ever truly love. So Harry grabbed Fleur's hips. He felt her ass's soft flesh on his, and knew that he was meant to take her. Harry was meant to give his cock, his virginity and his soul to Fleur's perfect pussy, while he felt her big, flawless ass each time he bottomed out inside of her.

Harry gave it his all. Harry fucked his goddess the way his lust filled mind knew she wanted it. He knew he was almost over the edge… he wanted it to happen, and he wanted this amazing pleasure to last forever.

"Do it, Potter!" Fleur cackled. Her total control was getting her off. She wanted it… she wanted to turn Harry Potter into a man… her man. Her loyal, loving man that would one day win her the world. She could smell his burgeoning power… it was so much more than the world knew… and it now belonged to her. A little incentive, and then Fleur Delacour would truly be the champion of all champions.

"Cum inside of me now… and I will let you cum in second, my champion!"

And it happened. Fleur's final slave gave her his all. Harry would collapse behind her soon. It would have been impossible for him not to. When you experience the ultimate pleasure, you need time to recover. It was the best climax yet for Fleur, but it would not be the last. As she watched her men wrestle and debase themselves for her, new wants came. She would let Jordan rest, he did fine in putting her women in their place.

But now it was time for the women to taste their goddess. Cho's breasts looked good enough to eat. Parvati's fingers looked like they would be a perfect fit for Fleur's divine pussy. And Hermione's sexy face, now spent in her service to Fleur, looked like she was made to worship Fleur's perfect asshole. As all three women crawled to Fleur, as she felt Potter rise to please her more, Fleur let her mind go dark. They all belonged to her now, and they would all give her the desires that laid deep inside her soul. It was time to play rather than think. As a climax came to her again, Fleur finally felt like the true champion she always knew she was.

As the night came, as the Yule Ball ended and the room faded to black, the true champion shook her hips back and forth back to her large chambers. Her satisfaction was total, and her domination of her rivals was beyond thorough. It was interesting that she did not know, and would not know, that one of her thralls that served her so well, had not even needed the potion to find their subservience to her sexual divinity.