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"If Harry Potter doesn't like it, he'll make you stop, bitch," Fleur interjects. "Do you live on the top floor of this apartment building? Do your doors stay locked? Do you think that matters if they do? Look at him," she says.
To emphasize the point, Harry squeezes the doorframe. The mold cracks and chips away as if it were rotten, and Tonks screams.
"Aurors...Aurors...I'll call..." Tonks stammers.
"Think about it, Tonks," Harry says. "Think about what I'm saying. Think about what happened. What will the police do? Give me a warning? Write me a ticket for property damage and noise complaints? Write me an eviction notice, Tonks, and you have to give me a certain number of days to vacate the premises. What will happen in those days, Tonks? What will happen to you?"
"Y-you're...threatening me," Tonks stammers.
Fleur strokes Harry so fast and urgently that he can already feel his need for release building up. Harry looks at Tonks and imagines his wonderful slave's desperate need. He sees them both through the reflection in a nearby window; they look like a different species.
"Maybe. And maybe they take me for it, you think? How much does it cost to post bail for a threat like this, you think? Fleur, darling, you got a lot of cash?" Harry asks.
"Always more, Daddy," Fleur replies.
"You see? And then all I have to do is come back here and break your simple little door down, like we both know I can do with ease, and where does that leave you?" Tonks is completely pale. Fleur loves it. The pool of precum at Harry's feet is now seeping through the door, slowly heading towards Tonks' feet.
"This is the moment when you beg, Tonks," Harry commands.
Tonks falls to her knees.
It proceeds from there, as one might imagine; Tonks is hot as hell and Harry is irresistible, and even if he wasn't, Fleur is. Harry has Tonks on top of the broken furniture she complained about in less than two minutes, her clothes torn, and she begs for his cock. She kneels and trembles so hard that she practically vibrates, looking up at Harry with big, soulful eyes, "please, give me my first fuck ever."
Fleur, with hands sticky from Harry's precum and her own milk, still puts her fingers in Tonks' mouth. Tonks' eyes roll back in her head and she mindlessly begs for more.
Fleur feeds her. She prepares her. She gets Tonks used to the taste of Harry. Too hot to put into words. Fleur grabs Tonks by the hair and tosses her thick pink locks to the side, helping Tonks spread her legs. Nodding at Harry, she urges him wordlessly to enter Tonks.
He doesn't need much encouragement. He's been so fucking turned on the whole time. He's such a fucking stallion. He's an alpha male breeding bull. Fleur has been telling him this for a few days now, so it must be true.
Tonks' virginity evaporates within seconds, replaced by an urgent need for moisture that craves more and more of Harry. His incredible girth bulges her tiny, tight center. She loses herself under him, even as Fleur holds her down and chokes her.
It's the best experience of her life, and it gets even better as Harry pounds her harder and harder. He thrusts into her faster, as if trying to reach the very depths of her soul. The tightness of her body surrounds him as she screams with pleasure, louder than any woman he's ever heard. The walls shake with her voice. Everyone in the complex must be able to hear her.
Her trembling body, hot and wet, is stretched to the limit as her first fucking approaches an explosive crescendo. Fleur moans with pleasure over Harry's hardness, his intense alpha heat, and Tonks screams with pleasure radiating through her body like wildfire. Harry strikes her G-spot in a mighty leap and for a moment remains still. Fleur reaches for him and holds his hand, begging him with her fiery, blue gaze to come in this beautiful virgin.
It's so hot...but why does it feel like I'm the victim? The thought comes and goes. Something about Tonks being a virgin.
Harry Potter felt intense heat in the air, making him think of the girl in front of him as innocent, as if she had never had sex before. He knew she would soon belong to him. He didn't think he could resist for long. Despite feeling powerful, Tonks needed his cum and he couldn't resist giving it to her. She was too innocent and too hot. He took her virginity and had to claim her as his own. It was just the way it was.
"Fucking her, Daddy," Fleur said with a needy smile. "Cum in her. Make her your slave."
Harry looked down at the girl in front of him, thinking she was beautiful and could make someone happy in the future, if not already. But the word "slave" brought him back to reality. It was a loaded term, even if it sounded hot when Fleur said it.
He didn't want a slave, let alone a sex slave, or anything like that. He just wanted a restaurant, a place he could call his own. How did he end up here?
Despite his thoughts, Harry continued to pump his huge, thick cock inside Tonks' body while Fleur moaned and urged him to cum. In the last second, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Tonks' body.
Fleur was nervous and disappointed, moaning with anxiety as she leaned over Tonks to lick his cum off her as quickly as she could. Tonks herself moaned in pathetic begging, begging him to cum inside her.
Harry knew he could if he wanted to, but instead he grabbed Fleur and led her to the back bedroom.
"We can't do this," Harry said.
Fleur, who had just been in a frenzy, quickly regained her composure and looked at him eagerly.
"Of course we can," she insisted. "I'll stroke you until you're hard...it won't take long, damn it, you're such a stallion...then you'll slide back into her. If she protests, tries to stop you or does anything stupid, I'll just hold her down and choke her until you do whatever you want with her, until you come inside her, flooding her hot, craving, and -"
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "No. That's exactly what I mean. We can't do this. You said I'll make her my slave?"
Fleur's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course. You're the Chosen One. Your cum makes girls your slaves. Haven't you realized it yet?" Harry tightly grabbed the corner next to Fleur, feeling it crumble under his fingers.
"I already came inside girls before!"
Fleur smiled. "You used a condom. And they spit it out, right?"
Harry frowned, remembering that they had. His corner of the mouth curled up even more. Why was having sex with such a beautiful woman so stressful?
"We injected quite a bit of magic into your life. That, about who you associate with, was a special spell to make sure your taste isn't... acceptable." Fleur spoke quickly, as she usually did when explaining magical matters. Harry had a hard time keeping up with her. "We had to keep ourselves secret, waiting until our power was at its peak. It was a delicate procedure, really. Wait too long and our power would be meaningless. Be too impatient and you wouldn't be ready. Daphne thinks we messed up with the timing."
"My boss?" Harry asked.
"Well, my Daphne. We mostly call her Daph. Not your Daphne. It's sort of like..."
Harry cut her off, making a fist with the corner and turning it into white powder. He growled and hit the wall next to him, smashing more plaster. Fleur watched, clearly aroused. Her thighs were wetter than before. She loved how strong he was. His naked cock caressed her wonderful, slim thigh. Apparently, the same situation with Daphne existed for his version of Fleur in the restaurant. "I understand. Damn. How many of you are there?"
Fleur walked over, sliding her hand over his cock as she did. Harry's heart thundered, urging him to pin her down and fuck her into submission. But he knew that fucking her would only empower her and make her more seductive. She had her hooks in him deep.
She led him down to the old taupe armchair next to the bed and started trying on different dresses and skirts while he caressed her. Rummaging through the closet she had taken over, she answered his question. "There's just me, of course. And now you know about Daphne."
She put on a tiny schoolgirl uniform, but Harry wasn't into it. He preferred to fuck girls in clothes they could wear somewhere nice. He continued caressing, but Fleur sensed she wasn't good at it and slid back into the closet.
"I'm not going to fuck her," Harry said. "She's my boss."
"You can. You can fuck anyone. And she'll be so much hotter when she rises up like me." Fleur giggled.
"That's not going to happen," Harry replied firmly.
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