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Harry growled, his need and desire intensifying. He wanted to share this overwhelming feeling of love and power, fulfill all her desires.
"I'm not selfish. Really," he insisted despite the clear events. "I don't want all of this just for myself. I want you to have what you want too. You love me, right? I need to reward your love, honor it."
"Tell me what you want," he commanded her, continuing his thrusts. "Tell me your deepest, darkest desires."
Fleur moaned in ecstasy, struggling to form the words. "I want... I want..."
She had to be honest with him. "Tell me, Fleur."
Her desires rushed out hurriedly. "I would like to continue looking my best, just like I remember when I was eighteen. And I'd like to stay like this forever. Young and beautiful, forever. For you."
"I want that too," Harry said, sacrificing more of his soul. But he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that he shouldn't overdo it, so as not to lose the dark, twisted, and intensely obsessive feelings he harbored for his newfound love.
Before his eyes, Fleur underwent an astonishing transformation, appearing over ten years younger in all the right ways. Her skin brightened and tightened, her breasts became fuller and firmer, and her hair grew thicker and more lustrous. She looked even sexier than at the age of eighteen, exuding the confidence of an older woman.
A full-length mirror hung on the wall, and Harry couldn't resist glancing at their reflections. It served as a reality check, confirming that he was indeed experiencing this unbelievable encounter with the object of his obsession.
"Harry..."
Harry Potter found himself in a situation unlike anything he had ever encountered. Gazing at Fleur's reflection in the mirror, he couldn't stop admiring her transformation. Her hair was thicker, longer, and sexier, her skin brighter and firmer, and her entire look radiated youth and beauty. Her wish hadn't reverted her to her eighteen-year-old self but rather to how she remembered looking at that age. The result was a stunningly attractive and confident woman who would remain that way forever.
Fleur's fingers grazed her newly rosy and sensual lips, and her face exuded effortless and almost indecent sensuality. Harry realized that her perception of herself during that time had been heavily idealized.
"Harry," she said, interrupting his contemplation. "What's happening?"
Before Harry could reply, something hard struck him in the head, causing him to fall to the floor. Fleur's panicked voice filled the air as a stern male voice spoke.
"Fleur?" the voice said. "Are you okay?"
Amidst this chaotic situation, Harry's thoughts raced. He had dealt with many challenges in his life, but this was uncharted territory. Being a virgin who had transformed into a house-destroying, woman-transforming powerhouse with the power of the Death Stone was a scenario that defied common experience.
However, Harry knew he couldn't rely on previous knowledge to resolve this situation. He had to think quickly and find a way out that wouldn't lead to violence.
"Fleur!" Bill, Fleur's husband, shouted, his anger palpable. "Oh my God, Bill. Get out of here!" Fleur pleaded.
But Bill was furious. "Get out? Leave? This is my home. This guy, this maniac, is violating you, and..."
Fleur cut him off firmly, "He stays."
She threw herself at Harry on the floor, expressing affection and desire despite the strange and tense circumstances. Her naked body pressed against his, her movements sensual. Harry felt relieved that he could control his excitement, considering the potential danger.
Bill, clearly devastated and furious, couldn't comprehend this surreal situation. He muttered angrily and drew his wand, escalating the tension in the room.
"This is nonsense," he yelled. "After everything I've done? Everything I've been through? You're doing this shit to me? Me?"
When he menacingly raised his wand at Fleur, Harry had no choice but to act quickly. "I wish you'd freeze!"
The price was Bill's life, and Harry felt no remorse. Bill completely stopped moving; he was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle. Harry could feel the essence of life draining from Bill, fueling the desire that kept him in place, ensuring Fleur's safety.
When Harry approached Bill, he carefully extracted the wand from his motionless fingers. Bill's eyes remained wide open, observing Harry with impotent rage, yet he couldn't move a muscle.
Fleur, still in her newly discovered perfect form, touched Harry's shoulder. She was naked, magnificent, and more captivating than he could have imagined. Harry realized that his obsession with her revolved around both her beauty and the fixation itself.
Despite the bizarre circumstances, Fleur's touch was both loving and sensual. Her eyes, filled with perfect and eternal love, drew Harry back to the couch, where their lives took an unexpected turn.
"Harry..." Fleur subconsciously began to stroke his arousal, maintaining eye contact. "I love you, but he's right; this is madness. I can't... I can't deny my feelings for you. And that was the best screw of my life, but... who are you?"
Harry knew he had to be honest with her. He loved her and didn't want a submissive slave; he wanted her as a willing partner. Bill had betrayed her with numerous affairs, and Harry believed she deserved better.
"He hasn't screwed me in ages, if that's what you're worried about," she admitted. "Years. I've been... completely celibate. I didn't allow him to, not after his first affair. He never really apologized."
"You deserve more," Harry assured her.
Fleur's hand tightened around his arousal, and her voice was sensual as she whispered, "I think I've found it. Please, tell me the truth."
Harry gave her the abridged version of the story, explaining the stranger, the Death Stone, and his obsession with her. He described how the stone worked at the cost of a life or soul.
"So, you...," she bit her lip, assessing him. "You made me feel this way?"
Harry felt embarrassed but admitted, "I think so. Yes."
"I understand."
Fleur stopped stroking him, and he feared the worst - her rejection. She crossed to the other side of the room, looking out the window with her characteristic self-assuredness. Her gaze briefly met his, sending a shiver of desire down his spine.
"Damn it," she muttered. "Damn it, damn it, damn it."
Harry wanted to make another wish to make her not care about it, but he knew he had enough soul left to warn him against it. He considered other wishes, such as immortality or subtracting years from his life, but his head throbbed with warnings against such ideas.
Fleur's voice broke the silence. "What now? Am I supposed to be your slave?"
The word "slave" had an undeniable impact on Harry. Fleur's audible gasp and the visible gears turning in her head were undeniable signs. He sensed her intrigue.
Harry realized he had an opportunity here. He didn't want Fleur to be a mindless automaton blindly following his every command. He desired a genuine connection with her.
With the wish already made for her to be in love with him, all he had to do now was convince her that these feelings were real and that their unconventional situation could work. Fleur had just experienced mind-blowing pleasure, a dozen top-class orgasms that left her still wet and wanting more. Her perpetually youthful and magnificent body was a testament to the power of the Death Stone.
"No," Harry said firmly. "It's not like that. I want you, Fleur. I want a partnership."
Fleur turned to him, her naked form fully visible. "A partnership in what?"
"I'm still figuring that out," Harry admitted. "I'm new to this too. But I don't want it to be one-sided. I want you to have what you desire. You're already immortal and magnificent."
Surprise appeared on Fleur's beautiful face. "I'm what?"
"Oh, damn," she exclaimed, putting her hand on her head. "Is that what happened?" She walked over to admire herself in the mirror. "Hell. I look incredible. Damn it. I'm trying to be mad at you!"
Harry's newfound confidence spurred him to approach her. His hands wrapped around her waist, and his stiffening arousal slid between her perfect cheeks. He began to penetrate her, feeling her tight, juicy form respond.
"Damn you," she whispered again, turning her head towards him. "Damn you. You scoundrel. I should be so angry at you, but I love you so much..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I know you made me want to love you, but I still do, and your cock is just so right..."
Harry kissed her passionately, their bodies pressing against the mirror.
"Now you're mine," he declared. "And you like it, don't you?"
Fleur had to be honest. "Yes."
"And that's what you wanted. Maybe not specifically me, but to belong to someone."
When she nodded, her face brushed against his. Her hair felt soft to the touch.
"That's what I liked about Bill," she admitted, her voice sounding melancholic.
"I wanted to belong to the greatest and the best," she continued.
"Look at yourself, Fleur."
Harry gently released her, allowing her to see herself fully in the mirror. Sacrificing his soul had made seducing her effortless. "Look at yourself. You're phenomenal. You're what other women can only dream of. You're incredible. You were spectacular before I met you. Now, you're a work of art. You're a masterpiece."
Her voice quivered. "A trophy..."
"The best trophy. And you can have more. With me."
"More...?"
"Think about it. I've been obsessed with you. I always have been. Now, with the way you look, I'll be even more obsessed with you. And I can make everything happen."
Understanding sparkled in her eyes. "Anything..." she mumbled. "Anything..."
"You're rich now," Harry said. "But I'll make you wealthy. I'll put you on the cover of every magazine in the world, magical and Muggle alike."
Her buttocks pushed back onto Harry's arousal, and he felt the growing wetness between her thighs, dripping onto their feet. The connection between them was electrifying.
"They'll all... everyone will think about me..." Harry's words were a promise, a declaration of intent.
"If anyone says anything critical about you, I'll bloody well kill them," he growled in her ear, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Cons tant praise and adoration for you, just as you deserve. Forever. Endlessly. The first thought anyone has will be your approval because you're eternal."
"Oh, damn," her voice was a hot, accentuated whisper. "H-Harry... you'd be my defender..."
"That's right. Your king. I'd be the greatest and the strongest. And who could ever compete with me?"
"Y-yesss..."
"And we'll teach your stupid, bloody husband a lesson, right?"
That made her pause, but only slightly. She could say that Harry wanted it, so she did too. The bond between them was undeniable.
Fleur loved Harry, and her loyalty was shifting. Harry was willing to compromise and persuade her when it came to partnering with him, but not in this matter. There was no longer any sympathy for Bill, the adulterous scoundrel.
"Fleur, I want you to be loyal to me and those I choose," Harry said in a commanding tone, "and I want you to want to use everything in your power—your beauty, talent, position, prestige, wealth, and intelligence—to make sure I get what I want, and that it brings you joy to give it to me."
The price? A significant piece of her soul to ensure she understood the depth of her new priorities. Fleur licked her lips, and her eyes were filled with newfound determination.
"Ohhh," she said, and her eyes darkened as they sparkled at him. "I understand." The intensity in her gaze was intoxicating, and Harry began to revel in it. The subtle changes in her facial expressions were like poetry in motion, the emotions of a beautiful woman laid bare in real-time, and it left him aching with desire.
Chapters 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Epilog are already on Pa tr eon
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