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Oh my Meriln, it's hard again. How is it possible that it's so damn hard? Just moments ago, he sprinted around that damn restaurant, but now it's the hardest it's ever been in his life. His cock is pressing against his jeans, straining and pulsing with every sensual movement Fleur makes around Cho.
He rushes behind the restaurant's desk and checks the security channel to make sure he's not going crazy. He doesn't register anything except for Cho in black and white. He must, damn it, look back and forth several times. Cho notices that he's staring at her and rejects him, which seems to be the final straw for Fleur. He puts a finger on Cho's head, and a blinding flash of light appears.
The flash lasts for a long time, creating a bubble of pure white around them that is so blinding it turns them both into faint, shadowy silhouettes of themselves. When the rain hits the bubble, it hisses and rises in a cloud of steam. Above their heads, symbols flash, ancient runic inscriptions that both fascinate and terrify him. His adrenaline rises, urging him to start running. But when it comes to fighting or running, he's always frozen and can't, damn it, shake it off. Finally, the flash fades, leaving only the two of them. However, they no longer resemble each other. Cho stands straight, her face devoid of expression, and her lips slightly parted. She used to have hunched shoulders to hide the openness of her shirt in the rain; now they hang at her side, revealing her wet, dazzling breasts. Her nipples are hard from the cold and excitement, which only further ignites his desire.
Fleur smirks boldly, maliciously, and holds her gaze on him from the parking lot. She snaps her fingers - or rather, they both snap their fingers - and the lights in the parking lot and restaurant go out.
What the hell is happening here? This is like something out of a damn horror movie. He steps back from the door, almost checking to see if it's locked, until he remembers it didn't matter when, damn it, she teleported outside, goblins made damn anti-portation shields here. He feels the wood of his wand in his fingers, not even sure when it appeared.
An otherworldly crimson and purple glow floods the darkness inside the restaurant. It's enough to see where he's going, but anything could be lurking in the shadows. It reminds him of the black light in the strip club. More of those runic symbols can be seen, or almost seen, towards the edge of the light. The atmosphere is saturated with sex, and every step seems to increase his arousal.
He managed to gather enough ideas and willpower to start getting out of there. Fleur is who she is, and he doesn't want anything to do with her, no matter how damn pretty she is and how beautifully she strokes his hard, still pulsing cock. Her hands were like magic, arousing in him a passion he had never experienced before. The touch of her fingers on his member caused waves of hot desire to wash over his entire body, making him want her even more.
It's not his fight anymore, he's already done his part, and that's why he stepped away from the flashbulbs of reporters. He didn't want a fight, he just had to walk out and call the Aurors. They'll look at him weirdly again, but that's okay.
He takes a step in one direction and starts walking - and Fleur is at the end of the aisle. He looks around, surprised, and she's there again, this time closer. He begins to cling to the table, turning and shifting, and she sits in the chair, waiting for him.
His wand falls with a clatter on the tile floor. No, magic won't help here.
"Please, my darling." Her voice is a burning plea. "Won't you let me show you how much I truly care?" He slides off the table and stops completely, watching as she slowly rises. She tosses aside her hat, and it disappears into nothingness, before shaking out her golden hair in a beautiful, long, thick mass. He knows she's not physical, but he hears her heels clack on the floor and feels the tips of her fingers sliding over his chest again.
"What exactly do you want?"
"I want to show you how much I love you," she adds as she kisses his ear. His knees are weak. "Is it so hard to believe? A man like you desired by a woman like me?"
"To be honest, yes."
She laughs. "I guess I'll have to be very convincing. Until there is no doubt, and you know how much I value everything in you." She kisses his neck and nibbles it gently. "Fuck, you smell so nice."
Cho emerges from the darkness, her eyes pure white and pupil-less. A blank canvas, completely open to whatever someone says. Her mouth, with those juicy wide lips, is slightly open, and a trail of glistening saliva runs down her chin and onto her shirt from the side of her mouth. It's not Imperio, nor any of the spells or potions he knows of, and believe him, he's been subjected to many of them, if not all. Her appearance was closest to what men look like under the influence of Veela, full-blooded Veela.
The ceremony's almost fucking done, Fleur's saying. "But you gotta help her finish it, Harry."
What comes next is some weird-ass puppet show. Fleur's leading the charge, and Cho's following her lead. Their actions and words are all tangled up together. Fleur pretends to undo a shirt she ain't even wearing, one button at a time, while Cho actually does it. Slowly, Cho exposes her big fucking tits, and her nips get hard with excitement. Her body's all shiny and wet from the rain outside, every fucking drop sliding over her curves. She takes off her blouse, and they both get down on their knees.
Meanwhile, Fleur looks like she's taken off her bra, freeing her titties from an imaginary trap. In reality, her boobs are floating in the fucking air, defying gravity. Her nips are also hard and pulsing with excitement.
"I worship you, Master," they say. "I'm fucking head over heels for you. Without you, I'm a goddamn mess. Can you please fuck me? Can you make me real?"
Fleur's eyes are like burning white flames, bright as fuck, and dark at the same time. Cho repeats everything Fleur says. Her speech is a bit robotic, just like her damn eyes.
This shit's embarrassing, but hot as fuck. Seeing Cho all naked and hollow is fucking exciting. She's completely exposed in front of me. I could do anything to her, and she wouldn't even fucking know. She'd want me to do it with Fleur's help.
"I'll never hurt you, Master," they promise. "I'll be obedient to you in every way possible. Won't you let me show you how safe it is?"
Fleur starts fondling her boobs, squeezing her nips and gently pulling them. Cho mimics her movements, caressing her own boobs and massaging them sensually. I feel a fucking tremor as I watch Fleur slide her fingers between her legs, gently rubbing her clit, while Cho does the same.
"She's cumming, Master," Fleur responds, sensually answering my quiet question. "She can't fucking help it. She sees who you really are today, thanks to me. And she needs your cock. Her desire for you is so intense that she's cumming. Her feelings for you, her desperation, gotta be released. Your presence in her life is driving her crazy. Everything about you's making her body tremble."
Fleur slams into me and pushes me into the nearest chair. Her massive, beautiful boobs press against my face, leaving an imprint on my cheek and the smell of her skin. I bury my face in them, feeling their warmth and softness. She kisses me on the top of my head, and her breathing gets heavier. I feel the devilish heat emanating from her pussy, and I know it's only for me. Even if only I can see her, I can feel her, and her excitement is fucking real.
"What the fuck does that even mean?" Harry mutters, feeling like everything Fleur says only adds to the madness. "This shit's good," he says, realizing that his own arousal is getting stronger as they continue playing these erotic games. Cho slides her mouth along his large, firm cock and takes him inside quickly, pressing her mouth against his groin and the bush of thick hair there. His cock throbs against her throat, where she's learned to create the kind of suction that makes him feel like he's fucking a pussy.
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