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"And what do you want, darling?"
The question was sincere, filled with seductive curiosity that drew Harry in.
"I desire you," Harry confessed, his voice filled with longing. "I want you to be happy and obsessed with me, and I want you to be happy that you're obsessed with me."
"Done. Easy," Fleur's response was swift, accompanied by a lethal smile that nearly drove Harry to madness. "What else?"
"And I want..."
This part was harder, and Harry didn't want to offend her.
"You won't offend or disappoint me," Fleur assured him, her voice sensual. "Just tell me the truth so I can make it happen for you."
"I want you, I want you at the top, the best..." Harry began.
"But do you want more women?" Fleur's voice was enticing, tempting.
"Not whores. Not cheap strippers or closet sluts."
"No. You want the best women." Fleur nodded and moaned, stroking him. "Yesss..."
She understood him so well; he effortlessly shared his desires with her. She truly wanted to help him fulfill his deepest fantasies.
"Perfect women, their entire harem."
"The hottest. Just for you."
"And I want to have them under me. Beneath you. They paid us respect. Your sisters, but also your servants. Close, friendly, girlfriends. But submissive to us."
"Maybe like a cheerleader team?"
Harry's knees almost gave way at that suggestion.
"Yes, exactly like that."
"Maybe you've been fantasizing for years about having a whole team serving you by my side? Fantasizing about how I recruited them to compliment me, to fulfill your needs?"
Fleur quickly caught on, and her words drove Harry to the edge. He eagerly nodded, thrusting, practically consumed by his desires.
Harry got caught up in the moment. Fleur's quick wit and seductive suggestions left him breathless, and he craved more.
"Maybe you even have plans for a certain barely legal girl who recently joined the team and whom you know quite well?" Fleur's teasing words fueled Harry's desires. He nodded eagerly, thrusting, unable to hold back.
"We can definitely do that. I'll introduce you tomorrow. But..."
"What?"
"People will ask questions when I show up at work. Who you are and so on. I suppose we should address that somehow, with one wish or another. Plus..."
"Yes?"
"No offense, love, but we need to spruce you up a bit, don't we? You've got that amazing cock and an immortal, beautiful partner, but that means you need an amazing body to match, right?" Harry smiled at her suggestion.
"You just want me to be the biggest and strongest, right?"
Fleur whispered in his ear, revealing her fondness for muscular men. Harry turned and looked at Bill, still frozen, pondering his role in this twisted scenario.
"You should... take advantage of him, right?"
"Fleur's hand once again gripped Harry's cock, her desire evident because she wanted him to take her in front of her helpless, frozen husband, who was witnessing the seduction.
"You mean the price for wishes?"
"Why not? He's a piece of shit." Fleur's sympathy and loyalty to him had completely disappeared. "I don't care if you punish him. Turn him into an old bag of shit, age him inside and out, so you can take me away from him forever. I'm glad I hate him now. I wanted to, and now I can, and it feels great. Fulfill all my dreams and turn his lips to ash." She stroked Harry's cock vigorously. "Wouldn't that be hot? Wouldn't it be perfect?"
Harry was consumed by the fever of the moment, realizing that such an act would indeed be perfect. He grabbed Fleur by her slender waist, pushing her onto the couch and bending her over. She squealed in anticipation, her gaze disdainfully fixed on Bill's frozen body, her heavy breasts hanging down. Harry's cock loomed above her pulsating, wet entrance, eager to slide into her slick folds and feel at home once more.
Just as he was about to enter her, they heard footsteps echoing through the house.
"Fleur?" a voice called out. "I'm home. When's dinner?"
It was her sister, Gabrielle, a stunning cheerleading team star. Gabrielle could have been the hottest girl in the world if it weren't for how her sister looked now.
In fact, despite being Fleur's sister, they looked incredibly alike. Fleur's blonde hair and blue eyes were mirrored in Gabrielle's appearance.
Harry straightened up and pulled away from Fleur, realizing the complexity of the situation with Gabrielle's arrival. Fleur assured him that they only had a few minutes to figure out what to do before Gabrielle entered. She seductively kissed him on the chin.
"You want to screw her, don't you?"
"Almost as much as I want to fuck you."
Fleur bit her lip, driving Harry to madness.
"Okay." Her eyes sparkled. "I'm a one-woman girl now. A one-woman girl. So we need to change that, right? Wish that I desire her. Or damn, really wish I'm bisexual and extremely polyamorous. Like you said, you'll want a lot more than just her."
Harry found himself at a crossroads, pondering the depth of his desires. Fleur's willingness had ignited a fire within him, and now he wanted to solidify their arrangement.
"You want more, right?" She kissed him, her hand stroking him provocatively. "It's so hot. I want you to want it. Do it. Tell me everything. I want every part of this to be perfect for you."
Thanks to her encouragement, Harry couldn't hold back any longer.
"I want to be the only person who is a man for you. Every other man is just a human, someone to be ridiculed and despised. A larva. Only my cock, my masculinity, and gorgeous women, including your sister, excite you."
"Damn," she whispered, her eyes filled with desire. "That's so hot."
As the wish was fulfilled, Bill's years seemed to vanish, and his frozen body groaned and aged before their eyes.
She tightened her grip on Harry. "Does it hurt him?"
"Yes," Harry confirmed.
Her moan reflected orgasmic pleasure, and she stroked him even harder and faster than before. "Good."
Unable to hold back any longer, Harry reached his climax, releasing his seed onto Fleur's thighs, heels, and feet as they held each other tightly. She reveled in his arrogance.
"That's how a real man comes," she praised, gathering his seed and licking her fingers clean. "That's how a real man tastes. That's how it feels on my body. It's such a shame I had to put up with such a pathetic little larva for so long."
Bill remained wordless, frozen except for his groans. His hair began to gray, a visible sign of aging.
Fleur closed her eyes with Harry. "What a fucking loser. You opened my eyes to the truth, darling." She kissed him on the chin again, then slid up to reconnect their lips. "Thank you."
Harry's cock was fully aroused again and yearned for her, but she pulled back slightly.
"I'm going to get ready," she said. "I need to make myself beautiful for you."
Her words melted him. "You should get ready too."
"Get ready?"
"I happen to know that Gabrielle's type is a rugged, tall, incredibly muscular Quidditch player she's always surrounded by. Fleur giggled. "Like mother, like daughter, hmm?" She gave Bill a disdainful look. "I'm sure he has plenty of years to make you into the man we need, right?"
While Fleur quietly prepared the house for Gabrielle's visit, Harry followed her advice and made his own preparations.
"I wish for my body to be what Fleur adores, the ideal male and muscular figure for a man, now and forever, to be immortal and young like her," Harry wished. "I wish for Gabrielle's body to slowly become more and more identical to Fleur's body over the next hour, except for her face and hair, which will retain their original essence but will always be the ideal version of Gabrielle, forever."
But Harry's desires went beyond physicality. He longed for Gabrielle to share their compulsion and obsession with Fleur.
Harry Potter faced the challenge of choosing the right outfit for the upcoming meeting with Gabrielle. His usual khaki outfit and polo shirt simply wouldn't do for this occasion. He needed something that would meet Fleur's high expectations and help him effectively bewitch Gabrielle's mind.
Once again, Harry turned to the Death Stone to make it happen. "I wish for the outfit I wear to be changeable instantly by thought, and I should naturally sense what will excite Fleur the most," he wished. The stone granted his request, and he felt like he had unlocked a hidden skill in a video game.
With newfound confidence, Harry flexed his biceps and performed a gravity-defying leap, effortlessly touching the twelve-meter-high ceiling with his hand. He admired his transformed physique in the mirror, feeling powerful and exuding confidence. Meanwhile, Bill's condition continued to deteriorate as Harry drained his soul, leaving him lifeless.
Dressed in a white shirt unbuttoned to the third button and tapered black pants that perfectly complemented his new physique, Harry felt like a god among men. His muscles were perfectly defined, obliques intertwined with abdominal muscles, and his chest emphasized the marble-hard planes beneath the fabric.
Fleur entered the room, and Harry was struck by her stunning attire – a sheer lilac dress that accentuated her flawless, pale skin and highlighted every curve. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup perfectly enhanced her features. She exuded confidence and allure, fully aware of her beauty.
The chemistry between them was electric as they closed their eyes, and their simultaneous expressions of admiration and laughter filled the room. They were deeply in love, both knowing that they were exactly what the other desired.
Harry and Fleur shared an electrifying moment as they stood face to face. Fleur, radiating confidence, took a step closer, caressing Harry's cheek with her hand. "Bright... damn," they exclaimed simultaneously, sharing a laugh that expressed the depth of their connection. Harry was deeply in love, aware that he had manipulated circumstances but couldn't resist the pride of being the man Fleur desired.
Their passionate kiss intensified, and Fleur's thigh provocatively pressed against Harry's excitement beneath his pants. She professed her love to him, her words overflowing with genuine emotion. "I love you," she murmured, increasing the volume. "I love you far more than I ever loved him. You are someone more than he ever was or could be. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can't believe I'm so lucky that you will be my man from now on. No one will ever compare to you."
They chuckled as Bill moaned in despair, and the torment Harry intentionally left in him fed Fleur's pleasure. She nibbled on his chin and led him out of the room. They had to act quickly to fulfill their desires and ensure Gabrielle's commitment.
Harry eagerly followed Fleur through the house, his possessive grip on her buttocks reflecting the dreamy nature of the situation. Even without the prospect of fulfilling more wishes, Harry felt that it was all worth it. They climbed the stairs and reached Gabrielle's room, where Fleur walked in without knocking, leaving the door open.
Fleur's posters covered the room, displaying Gabrielle's absolute adoration for her sister. The Stone's magic was much more intense than Harry had imagined, altering not only Gabrielle's thoughts but also reality itself. The room had transformed into a shrine dedicated to Fleur, and the changes seemed to be solidifying, making her even more alluring, though it was hard to tell whether it was real or a result of Harry's obsession.
Harry Potter observed the room's walls, covered with countless images of Fleur. In one corner of the room, where there should have been seating, stood a tall mirror. However, it was evident that the mirror served as an altar dedicated to Fleur's image. Gabrielle had made every effort to capture Fleur's face from every possible angle, using the best photo printer money could buy. Framed photos surrounded the mirror, allowing Gabrielle to continuously analyze her own appearance in relation to her sister, the object of her intense adoration.
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