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"Oh. Uh...right. Yeah, very demanding," he caught himself staring at how wide and open Fleur's legs had become. They looked very enticing, so close to Tracey. Catching him in the act, Tracey winked at him and nudged her leg under Fleur's. Harry's eyes widened, and he tried to shake his head for a moment.
Irma's smile widened. "Tracey is doing great." Tracey beamed. "Fleur is doing well so far, although I think she could stand to show a bit more enthusiasm."
"Sorry, ma'am," Fleur mumbled. "It's just all so new and new and new, you know? You know?"
Irma turned back to Fleur with a smile. "Yes, dear. So, you want to be on the special secret honor roll, right?"
"O-of course I do, b-but-"
"How do you think Harry got to be the secret honor president? It wasn't just about grades. I needed to know he was a team player. Aren't you a team player, Fleur?" "Y-yes, ma'am. It's just..."
"Tracey is already a great team player. She's so ready to kiss you, just as I asked. Look at her." Fleur did as told. Tracey had her hair pulled back, gazing at Fleur with moist, parted lips and a smoldering look. "Alright then. Team players do what I say. So, kiss Tracey."
Shyly, Fleur leaned in and pecked her lips against Tracey's. It was a dry, meager gesture. Irma tsked, very disappointed.
"Sweetie, don't kiss like that. Your lips are retracted, your eyes are open, and you're jutting your chin. This isn't a spoonful of hot soup, this is a kiss. Kissing is pleasurable. Say it."
Fleur took a deep breath, clearly distraught. "Kissing is...kissing is fun."
"Good girl. Now, purse your lips. Yes, like that. Now close your eyes...that's it. Lean in. Good girl."
Tracey met Fleur again, and this time the kiss truly sank in. Tracey's hand began to slide along Fleur's side, and Fleur jerked back, standing up.
"What happened?" Irma asked.
Fleur struggled to maintain her balance. Clearly drunk, her legs wavered.
"She...she touched me!"
"Of course, she did, dear. You're both very attractive. That's what attractive people do when they kiss. Now, sit back down."
Flustered, Fleur sat back down, crossing her legs and placing a hand to her head.
"I...I'm not sure about this, Miss Pince. It all seems very wrong."
"Inappropriate?" Irma laughed heartily. "Oh my. Give me a break. I'm a librarian. I'm the head of many educational committees. I'm the director of admissions for the exclusive secret honor roll. Do you really think I would have all that authority if I were telling young, innocent girls like you to do bad things?"
Somehow, that logic worked perfectly on Fleur's intoxicated mind. "Well...no, no, I suppose not."
Tracey slid her hand up Fleur's thigh, murmuring and sighing. "Of course not. Don't worry about it. I trust her. You should trust her too."
"Do you hear that?" Irma nodded. "Tracey thinks it's all perfectly fine. Now," she leaned forward from the couch and sat on the other side of Fleur. "It's just a harmless little kiss. What if I kissed you? Would that make you feel better? Then, if any trouble were to arise, I'd be in it just as much as you. Would that ease your mind?"
"Oh...yes? I mean...I suppose so..."
She took deep breaths, trembling as Tracey's hand slid further up her thigh. Irma placed her hand on Fleur's chin and guided her in. Harry watched, stunned, as Irma sealed her lips with Fleur's. Fleur tried to pull away several times, and Irma held her there, licking and moaning, while Tracey's hands ventured to the inner part of Fleur's thigh.
As they kissed, Harry slipped away momentarily to check on his book. The runes were glowing brightly. He could have Fleur whenever he wanted.
Oh yes...it was definitely going to happen. He grabbed himself and strode back into the living room, where Irma was still kissing the now-more-willing Fleur. He entered the room and placed the book on the coffee table, then gave Irma a signal that he was ready. He sat in front of the three seductive girls on the couch.
Irma broke the kiss with the barely legal teenager, soft, hot moans lingering between their lips.
"Now, I'll give Ma...Harry a kiss. Okay? Watch."
With a sultry smile, Irma slid back onto the couch, leaning in and giving Harry a sizzling, long kiss. Her tongue glided up and down—she knew how to kiss him, her whole body perfectly attuned to her Master's needs.
Moaning softly, she pulled away, turning back to the two girls on the floor.
"You're a bit more familiar with the form, Tracey, so I'll have you watch. Study it, alright? Go ahead, Tracey." "Yes, Irma."
Tracey's voice was low, almost monotone. She swept Harry with a hungry gaze and slipped onto his lap. With Fleur watching, he didn't know what to do with his hands. Tracey solved that problem by firmly placing them on her firm, round ass. Instinctively, his fingers dug into her tight, young body.
Her lips trailed greedily against his, so eager and happy to touch him. Finally, he pushed her away. She slid off him, settling between his legs and resting her head against his stiff bulge. Her thick brown hair brushed sexily around her adorable face.
"I love you, Master," she whispered softly into his ear. "I can't wait to see you make her serve you like I do."
Trembling, Harry gently pushed Tracey aside, observing as Irma took Fleur by the hand and led her up.
"Now, you kiss Harry. This is very important, Fleur. This is your very final test. After this, you'll be in our special club. Go on, be brave and kiss him."
Fleur's lovely face was fully flushed, her dark eyes filled with concern. "I've never... never kissed a boy before."
Wow. She was even more of an ice queen than Ron had gossiped about! And Harry was supposed to be the introduction to all things sexual for this sexy, snobby eighteen-year-old. He'd be lying if he said the thought didn't excite him greatly.
"You should start, and then," Irma said. "It's very important to know how to kiss a man, dear." Fleur clearly felt there was no choice but to do as the older woman said. Irma was so insistent, and her elegant presence demanded complete obedience. Fleur's breaths were hot, restrained, as she leaned forward. She didn't straddle his lap like Tracey had, but instead bent at the waist, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her lips met his, so wet and so sweet. She moaned, so timidly. He could sense the guilt pressing against her lips, the immense amount of restraint slipping away as his hands trailed up and down her tight, firm cheerleader body. For a moment, Harry completely forgot he had planned to control her mind. He completely forgot Tracey and Irma were there.
Then he let her go. Irma was right beside them, holding the book, the ever-changing, evolving runes just inches from Fleur's face.
For a moment, Fleur was in a state of confusion. Only for a moment, though.
"Wh-whaaat is...is...isss..." slipped from her lips, fading into nothingness, just like her thoughts.
The pink light was quickly absorbed by her eyes, which transformed seductively into hot, pink runes.
"This is it, darling," murmured Irma. "Take it in. Take it all in."
Tracey was still between Harry's legs, rubbing her face against his bulge. Bright runes formed in her eyes; she couldn't resist taking a quick glance at the book.
"She has you figured out, Master. I'm sure she'll need a lot of indoctrination. Would you like me to give you a blowjob while you wait?"
"Yes," he said, still gazing at the enchanting Fleur. "Good slave."
Moaning with pleasure, Tracey pulled down his shorts and eagerly deep-throated his cock. Irma, with a force that was entirely unnecessary but also incredibly arousing, wrapped her free hand in Tracey's thick hair and forcefully guided the teenage slave up and down on the massive shaft of her King. He continued to watch Fleur, her face still in close proximity, her eyes completely fixed on the book in Irma's hand.
"All of us," Irma murmured hotly. "You fucking own all of us, Master. Every single one of us!"
Tracey moaned in agreement. Her mouth was so hot, so tight, the perfect fuckglove for his cock.
The book in Irma's hands abruptly went dark, and Fleur's moans ceased just as suddenly. "I think Tracey was right, Sir," Irma murmured. "This one seems to need some indoctrination, just like Tracey. In fact, I wonder if-"
And then a long, orgasmic moan escaped Fleur's lips as she focused on Harry's form.
"King?" she whimpered. "Oh my God! My Lord! My Savior!" She raised her hands to her buttoned blouse and tore it down. Her breasts, perky and firm, were suddenly and completely exposed before him. They were smaller than Tracey's or Irma's, but still beautifully round, with pink, pointed nipples. Her rune-filled eyes were filled with desperate need and adoration.
"Purify me, my Lord! Wipe away my pride!" Harry was bewildered. "Pride?"
"Pride of disbelief! Of not worshiping! Of not being filled with Your love! Please, my Lord! My God! Please!"
Harry quickly began to realize that her mind had been twisted even more differently than the previous women. To Fleur, he had become not a king, a Lord, or a Master, but rather a Savior, a divine figure that came not just from the book's influence but even deeper, from Fleur herself and her Veela blood.
She believed he was a God.
Harry's penis, skillfully handled by Tracey, stiffened even more. He pushed Tracey away, and she landed with a soft moan, admiring the dedication of his new slave to her Master.
"That's right," he said, taking Fleur by the throat and laying her on the couch. "That's right, my little serving girl. My exceptional daughter, Fleur. I am your Lord." "My Lord!" she uttered. "Your God."
"My God!"
"Your salvation."
"My savior of everything! Oh yes! The one who gave us human form. Fill me with your divinity, please! I need to be filled with your love!"
He couldn't refuse anything to his newly acquired worshiper. He snapped his fingers, and Tracey and Irma got to work, undressing her completely - her denim shorts quickly ceased to be part of the equation. He stood up, extended his arms, and instructed Irma to undress him as well, taking off his shirt. It felt so good, so right, to be serviced in this way. Not having to undress himself - having servants for every whim.
Harry knew that Irma probably wanted him to get used to this kind of service. That she not only wanted him to desire a servant for every task he could imagine but to have specialized servants for absolutely every task. A special girl for blowjobs. A girl to massage his feet on a rainy day. A girl combed his hair. Another one for brushing his teeth. Yet another one for sucking his cock when he studied, and another one to give him a blowjob when he returned sweaty from Quidditch training. An infinite number of servants - all worshiping him like a god, like God, just like Fleur.
He struggled to find the strength to resist such exercises of power.
Fleur trembled with anticipation on the couch, staring at him. Her gaze stopped at his neck, although it seemed like she was trying to look further up. It was as if his face was too magnificent, too divine, for her to look directly at it for a very long time. She squinted and turned away, then quickly turned back, as if gazing at the sun.
He maneuvered onto the couch and thrust himself into her quickly, immediately satisfied by the long moan of instant orgasm that escaped her lips. Her tight, wet virgin pussy stretched easily around his massive naked flesh, and any pain she might have felt from losing her virginity was quickly and decisively overcome by the overwhelming cascade of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Fuck her, sir," Irma exclaimed. "God, you're fucking her so hard! You're such a king! You're such a King of Gods!"
Tracey moaned in agreement, shifting to suck Fleur's nipples. Harry's thrusts grew stronger. He didn't care about protection, didn't care about the possibility of impregnating her. He only cared about the hot, perfect release of his sperm inside the body of this barely legal virgin.
"I intend to come inside you," he grumbled into her ear. "I fucking intend to come straight into your virgin belly."
Fleur sighed passionately. "Drown me! Yes! Fill me with your power! Oh please, Lord, bless me with your cum!"
"Fuck her, Lord," Irma moaned in his ear, eagerly fingering her own pussy. "Fuck her as if she were your Daphne. Fuck her so damn hard. It's so fucking hot to watch you fuck her. Oh my God. Oh my God, you're so damn hot."
Tracey, her eyes still weakly revealing the runes, stared at him, fingering her own pussy as she watched her Master plow into her new slave sister. Harry couldn't hold back. It was all so wonderfully hot, and Fleur's pussy was so perfect and tight.
His orgasm exploded from him, hot cum spurting inside Fleur's pussy. He could feel his hot, thick gift of life filling her belly and spilling from her pussy. Her legs wrapped around his waist again as she climaxed over and over.
"Thank you, Master," Fleur exclaimed. "Thank you, my Lord. Thank you.
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