Fleur Delacour, now Fleur Weasley, sighed as she shopped for a new outfit. What she found was quite lacking. Nothing caught her eye, nothing piqued her interest, she walked along the wares and vendors of the local market and sighed.

While she was happy to shop at major retailers, picking out the latest in high fashion, Fleur had wanted to find something more unique for herself. She wanted an outfit that was one of a kind and special, which was why she found herself looking through these various small businesses.

These small shops had custom outfits, tailored made for individuals, handmade by a single artist. Fleur had hoped for to find something spectacular and unique, but alas, her search had come out fruitless so far.

That was when one store caught her eye. She raised her brow, finding something drawing her eye to the unassuming, unremarkable store. The store had a sign out front, 'Outfit For the Needy Witch.'

Fleur's brow wrinkled slightly. Was that the name of this store? Not very creative. The room had such little to it, yet something clearly drew her to it, and she soon realized what it was. There was a name under the title on the sign.

'James Michael.' She knew that name. A soldier of Dumbledore's Army, but honestly she didn't know much more than that. Still, if the man was kind enough to defend the Wizarding World from Voldemort's evil long ago, she could help support his local business.

She entered the store, and her eyes traveled along the room, finding many dresses and other outfits lining the walls. She was impressed by the quantity of the outfits, but when she got closer, she was even more impressed by the quality.

A voice greeted her, and she turned to find James Michael walking towards her. She put on a polite smile, standing proudly as she greeted him.

"James Michael, I presume?"

"Indeed. Fleur Delacour, right?" he asked, and she felt her ego being briefly stroked as she stood a little taller. While she didn't know James that well, it was clear that her own beauty and reputation had preceded her.

"It's actually Fleur Weasley now, James."

"Is it? My apologies." He glanced at the wall of clothes she was looking at and smiled. "See anything you like?"

"Yes, actually. These are some beautiful outfits. Did you make them yourself?"

"I had help," he replied. "And I've fallen into quite a lot of money recently. That, and a little good fortune can take a man far. Please, look around, see what you like."

Fleur nodded her head and continued to shop throughout the store. As she did so, she could feel James' eyes on her, taking in her beautiful figure. She wasn't surprised or even upset, of course. She had gotten used to the ogling of men in her life.

She was beautiful. There was no denying that. Why would she? Men, and even some women, looked at her and they saw how gorgeous she was. How full her breasts were, how slim her waist was, and how plump her rear was.

Her silver-blonde hair, her bewitching features, so many things about her that made her beautiful.

She actually smiled as she felt James' eyes on her, undressing her with his mind. Perhaps she could get a discount for his wandering eyes?

Fleur's eyes widened as she stumbled upon one particular outfit. It was a black dress, a beautiful one that would stop just short around her knees. The dress had holes built into the design, letting the wearer show off their skin around their hips and breasts, and Fleur's eyes widened as she felt the fabric between her fingers.

She could only imagine how good she would look in it. Her husband wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her, she bet!

"Something catch your eye?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Yes, this dress, it's… it's amazing," she gasped, clearly at a loss for words. The dress caught her eye, and she marveled at it as imagined it showing off her body. It would be just tight enough to show off her figure, and it would show off her many assets…

"Take it. Free of charge."

"What? A-are you sure?" she asked, and James nodded his head as he took the dress off the rack and held it out to her. "I am. Try it on, and if you don't like it, you can return it without a problem. Consider it a gift, and a promise for a future… partnership between us."

Fleur wasn't sure about any partnership. On the one hand, she was smitten by this dress, and the idea of it being free only washed away any doubt she had about wanting it. On the other hand, she feared making a promise to James she wasn't sure she would even keep.

Fleur smiled at him as she mentally shrugged. Oh well. If she liked the dress, she would return for more. If not, she simply wouldn't return. She doubted James could touch her if he felt tricked or beaten by her.

The slightly arrogant woman didn't see any reason not to take the dress, so she smiled as she nodded her head.

"Thank you, James. Do you mind if I try it on in your dressing room first? I just want to make sure it will fit on me."

"It might be a bit tight, but maybe you already knew that?" James teased, and Fleur found herself blushing at the obvious flirtatious remark he was making towards her.

The gorgeous blond was so used to men losing themselves because of her bewitching looks. James seemed like a rare breed, perhaps able to keep up with her.

"I'll be back in a moment," she giggled, leaving James behind as she walked towards the changing room. The alluring witch left him with rosy cheeks as he smiled behind her, already knowing he had won.

Fleur stood inside of a small changing room, taking her clothes off. Her heart raced with an excitement she hadn't felt in a long time. Her pussy quivered, but she tried to ignore it as she pulled the black dress onto her body.

It was like something a young woman in the middle of her 'Goth' phase would wear, though Fleur still found it to be strangely captivating. She never would have worn this in her youth, before, but now? As an adult? Well, she couldn't resist.

The results did not disappoint as Fleur looked at her reflection, smiling as the dress clung to her body, squeezing her figure. The dress showed off her moonlight kissed skin, and it was in perfect, sharp contrast to her golden hair. Her long, slender arms were exposed as she posed, stretching her arms and imagining Muggles taking her photo for their own, still pictures.

She looked so beautiful. A real woman, one that just glowed with power and authority. Fleur couldn't get enough of herself as she looked at herself in the mirror, her pale cheeks slowly turning a subtle red as her tongue licked her lips.

What Fleur didn't know was what the dress was doing to her body. It was subtle, much like her flushed cheeks, but when the skirt brushed against her legs, she shuddered slightly. She felt the soft fabric stroking her skin, but she didn't think much of it.

Not even as the inside of the dress moved slightly, shifting so that were pressing down on her breasts. Fleur didn't catch on, merely marveling her reflection as she placed her hands on her breasts.

"A bit tight around the chest, but still, very nice." She smiled at herself, before she walked back out of the changing room, not even bothering to take the dress off of her. If it was a gift from James, and she intended on enjoying it, even as the dress rubbed against her ass.

"How do I look?" she smiled, taking her skirt and curtseying for him. James smiled as soon as he saw her, nodding with approval.

"You look gorgeous. Like an angel," and once again, Fleur found her cheeks turning a subtle shade of red.

"Quite the charmer, aren't you? I am a married woman, James," she commented, holding up her hand to reveal her ring.

"Hm. Quite the lucky man, isn't he?" He shook his head, turning away from her. "I have to get back to work, but I do hope you'll be returning back soon, Fleur. I'd love to see you in more of my outfits."

Fleur smiled at the man, and nodded her head. "Perhaps you'll see me sooner than you think. Have a good day, James." She turned around and began to walk away, and she felt only a sliver of shame as she moved her hips back and forth for him, clearly drawing his eyes to her plump and delectable ass.

James watched her go, a toothy grin on his face.

Fleur would have expected her husband to be all over her as soon as he saw her in the dress. Bill Weasley was a good man, a kind man, but he was not always an attentive man. When he chose to be, when she asked him to be, he would treat her well and loving, but there were times when Fleur wanted things to progress naturally.

She didn't want to signal him that she wanted him. She wanted him to take her. To fuck her like a king would fuck his queen, like how one animal would fuck another. She wanted it all. To be treated like royalty, and to be handled like a thing, and Bill…

She loved him, but he failed in both regards. He barely paid her any mind, just walking past her as he muttered about work and his long hours. Fleur would have been understanding, if this were not the same thing he spoke about just last week, and the week before that.

She tried to offer him comfort, to help melt his troubles away. She kissed his neck as her hands stroked and squeezed his shoulders. The dress had been playing with her body for hours now, and she was so hot and desperate for the fire to be put out.

Fleur kissed her husband's cheek, before leaning in to kiss his lips, only for his hand to stop her. She was ready, pussy wet and nipples hard, but he rejected her. He told her he was too busy, too drained from his work, and, in fact, he soon left the house afterwards.

Fleur watched him walk away with her lips parted, and her eyes stretched wide. She felt annoyance, before a seething anger as she marched back upstairs to her room. The part Veela woman entered their bedroom alone, utterly ruining her fantasy of tonight.

She fell onto her bed and let out a loud sigh as she glared at her ceiling. Fleur was a woman who prided herself on her beauty, who saw her beauty as something that should stand out about her. She liked it when men stared, she wanted girls to be jealous, so to be denied, to feel as though her beauty meant nothing…

Fleur let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. She didn't bother taking off her dress. She was tired and needed to rest. Maybe she would feel better tomorrow, after she was done being mad at her husband?

The gorgeous woman drifted off to sleep, and as soon as she was peacefully dreaming, the dress began to change. James had made sure to have the dress, and most of the clothes in his little store, specially made.

It was important that the clothes could do what James needed them to, and right now, the black gown was beginning to melt. It was spreading along her body, coating her as it moved like a current of water. It washed over her sleeping body, trapping her bra and panties clad body under the strange substance.

Even as the black slime covered her face, she continued to sleep. She was ignorant of the danger she was in, sleeping soundly even as her body was entirely encased in the slime. In an instant, the slime solidified, turning into a leather gimp suit that completely covered her body.

The only holes was a large one around her lips, letting her lips feel the fresh air, and a few smaller ones by her nose, letting her breathe easier. Everything else was covered. The hourglass shaped woman's arms were pressed against her sides, just like her legs as her body glowed a bright green.

It was a special spell that Hermione had helped James with. Oh, how he owed the young woman so much. He truly couldn't do what he was doing without her.

It was like traveling from one location to another via floo powder, except no one had to say anything. It was silent as Fleur vanished in a green smoke, only to materialize on James' bed, still sound asleep.

Even if her vision wasn't blocked by the black leather coiled around her, she would still be asleep, ignorant of the many eyes that were now watching her. Ginny, Hermione, Rose, and Lily stared at her, licking their lips as James crossed his arms and beamed.

Each of the girls were enraptured by Fleur's imprisoned form. They all knew of the gorgeous woman hidden within, and James' treatment of them had left each of them horny and wanting, but none moved forward. They were like a pack of predators, staring, watching, waiting for their alpha to make the first move.

James got on the bed, and with his harem as his audience, he kissed Fleur's lips. Just a soft, gentle peck that did nothing to awaken the young woman. Then he did it again, licking her lips as one hand pressed against her breasts.

The gimp suit opened for him, exposing one of her breasts for his hand. He played with it, groping and squeezing her breast as he kissed her. Fleur made small whimpers and moans as he played with her body, but he was only just beginning.

Hermione, his loyal queen and servant, got on the bed after her Master and crawled forward. She slipped her head between her Master and his new pet, and Fleur's suit opened for her, just like it did for James.

Fleur's underwear was revealed to Hermione, and with a wave of the girl's wand, it vanished right off of her. This left Fleur's pussy completely open to the young witch, and Hermione licked her lips as she leaned down to kiss Fleur's blond bush.

By now, James stuck his tongue into the other woman's mouth, swirling his tongue inside of her as she began to stir awake. She felt James' tongue in her mouth, exploring and tasting her as his palm pressed against her hard nipple.

Fleur's eyes widened, and she let out a muffled cry against James' mouth. She had no idea who was kissing her, or what was happening, really, but she knew that her eyes were open, yet she couldn't see anything! A-and that the someone kissing her was squeezing her breast!

It couldn't be her husband. Bill would never think of such a kinky idea. Nor were his lips this soft or saliva this sweet, Fleur realized.

She tried to push the man away, only to realize her hands were completely covered by the gimp suit, strapped to the sides of her body.

Then she felt someone stroke her pubic hairs, and she tried to kick them away, only to fail yet again. Her legs were just as trapped as her arms as James broke their kiss. Fleur gasped for air as his saliva dripped onto her captured body.

"W-who are you?! Free me! Free me now, before I make you p-paaah!" she moaned, feeling a pair of fingers pinch her sensitive nipple. James pulled on it harder, wiggling it back and forth as Fleur's cry subtly changed.

She tried her best to hide it, but James knew exactly what had happened. "Did you just cum, you slut?" he laughed, and Fleur's face burned hotter than the sun as James spoke again. "Hermione, check for me, would you?"

"Yes, Master."

It didn't take Fleur much to realize just who was on her body. She recognized that voice, and hearing Hermione's name was only further confirmation. "J-James?!"

"I like your outfit, Fleur," James chuckled. "Perfect for this holiday season." He pushed his finger down on her nipple, making her whimper as he grinned. "I see the dress made you nice and sensitive."

"W-what?!"

Hermione rubbed her nose against Fleur's clit, and the blond moaned loudly as the other woman kissed her pussy. Once upon a time, these two women competed for Ron's attention. Hermione almost gagged at the thought as she obeyed her Master's order.

"She's wet, Master." Fleur tried again to kick Hermione away, but it failed as the bookish woman's tongue licked the other woman's pussy once more. "Mmm, and tasty."

"Really? Well, please, go ahead and enjoy yourself, my dear. I know I will be," James laughed.

Hermione licked Fleur's pussy again, and the woman moaned loudly. James wasn't kissing her anymore, so her moans were free to fill the room up with her cries. Hermione kept at it, tongue darting in and out of the blond's womanhood.

She licked up and down the sides of it, almost drawing a circle around it, before she pressed a finger against Fleur's pussy. She pushed forward, fingering and licking the future slave's pussy at the same time.

Fleur wanted to resist. Everything in her body told her to resist. Everything in her mind and heart told her not to give them the satisfaction. Then Hermione's soft, pillowy lips wrapped around part of her pussy and she nibbled on her.

Nothing Bill had ever done to her ever felt like this. If Fleur was in a calmer state, she might have remembered James mentioning the clothes she had got from him, but her mind was anything, but calm.

Her mind was locked in a tornado of pleasure, a whirlwind of different emotions as ecstasy flowed through her. Feeling Hermione's lips on her made her cum, and she screamed in pleasure as her juices sprayed the other woman's face.

Fleur had never came twice like that before. Never that fast. Never that good. She laid on the bed, still trapped in an uncomfortable position as her sweaty skin clung to the leather suit. She gasped for air as Hermione's oral assault continued.

Hell, it never stopped.

James moved too. He wasn't on top of her anymore, and instead he watched as the suit opened, revealing both of her large breasts. At the same time, the hole on her mouth was sealed, leaving her voice muffled as James wrapped his lips around her left nipple.

He sucked and pulled on the teat, and Fleur's muffled cries filled the room. Lily joined her Daddy, getting on the bed and sucking on Fleur's other nipple, even pulling on it as the imprisoned witch begged for mercy.

"S-st-awp! Stawp!" Her muffled cries were ignored by all present. It only got worse as Ginny and Rose joined the fun. Rather than attacking a certain part of Fleur, the suit would open whenever their lips would draw near.

One of the two girls then licked of kissed Fleur's flesh, but she would never know until it was too late. She couldn't see any of her attackers, and that… that sent a rush through Fleur's body as James' tongue flicked against her hard nipple.

She had no control, and James had all the power as he had his way with her body. Hermione was with him, but who else? Who were the other mouths on her body? Who was licking her ear? Who was tugging on her nipple? Who?

Fleur had never felt so powerless before in her life, yet she still ended up cumming from Hermione's tongue pushing into her cunt. Fleur thrashed on the bed, trembling like a leaf in the wind as she came once more.

It was all too much. Her skin felt like it was on fire by now. She was just overwhelmed by all the sensations she was experiencing. Her pussy was quivering from Hermione's tongue and lips, another pair of lips were sucking her nipple, while James happily played with the other, and someone, maybe two someones, kept kissing and licking her skin, marking her with their saliva.

Fleur couldn't stop herself from cumming once more. The third time in less than an hour. Fleur's mind felt like it was melting between her ears as her pussy sprayed more of her juices onto Hermione's face.

She swore she could hear the bookish woman licking herself clean. What had happened to her? This… all of this… nothing was how it should have been. Fleur didn't understand, but maybe she didn't need to.

Maybe this was all a dream as the suit opened up again, revealing her panting lips. She gasped for air, more out of shock from all of the pleasure she was feeling, rather than an actual need for air.

She felt the bed she was on shake. Someone was moving. She gasped, shaking as she felt defenseless and weak. Like a little worm as a dozen birds loomed over her, licking their beaks.

A pair of lips pressed against Fleur, and the woman moaned against them. They weren't James, though. No, these were different. Softer, sweeter, and utterly drenched in the taste of… of her own juices.

Hermione was kissing her, she realized. She was kissing Fleur, and… and she could feel the other woman's tongue pressing against her sealed lips. Without even thinking, Fleur parted her lips, letting the long, wet appendage into her. Fleur sucked on it, sucking her own cum right off Hrmione's tongue.

"Oh, if Ron could see you know. Or Bill. Either Weasley would probably enjoy the show," James chuckled.

Fleur felt a shiver of disgust wash over her. She tried to break the kiss, only for Hermione's hands to fall on Fleur's tits, squeezing and playing with them as the others watched. They watched the queen of James' harem dominate the new initiate, forcing her tongue into Fleur's mouth and forcing her to taste her own juices and cum.

The kiss lasted for several seconds as Hermione's leg rubbed against Fleur's pussy. No one else touched the new slut. They just watched their lover have fun with the gorgeous, masked woman.

Fleur could feel that familiar sensation building up inside of her again. She was going to cum. She knew it. There was no denying it, and by now, any fight she had in her was almost gone. She was willing to give herself to Hermione, if only because the Veela-human hybrid was desperately believing that this was all a dream.

The woman closed her eyes, feeling her orgasm coming… before it all stopped, and Hermione was lifted off of her.

"W-wait, what are you doing?! P-please, you-"

"You don't order my queen around. In fact, you don't order anyone around," James warned. "You're far beneath any of my slaves."

"J-James, a-are you mad? What are you talking about?" Fleur gasped as her mask began to vanish, melting into the gimp suit's collar as Fleur's eyes burned in the dim light.

She blinked several times, watching the blurs and blobs before her slowly turn into familiar faces. Her face burned hot as her lips parted, staring at Lily and Ginny Potter, and Hermione and Rose Granger-Weasley.

"W-what…?"

"You want answers? You want the truth? To bad. You have very little right to anything within these walls," James explained. Fleur's eyes went down his body, spotting the tent he was packing between his legs as her neck burned hot. "Oh? See something you like?" he teased, and she turned her eyes away, only to whimper as she stared at Hermione's hefty tits.

"Quite beautiful, isn't she?" James chuckled. "But let's focus on you, my dear Fleur." The tall man moved his fingers, and a piece of paper, folded several times, formed in his hand. "You need to cum, don't you? Well, I will make you cum, but you have to beg for it."

"What? No! N-never!"

"Mmm, typical." He took the paper and slipped it against Fleur's neck, letting it sit snug in her collar. "The paper will return you to me when you are ready and read the words on it. Until then, keep living the lie. Think that you're happy, even without my cock."

His words were spoken without hesitation or shame. He was so confident, so assured that she would fail. Fleur didn't know what to say as James winked at her, and she was enveloped in a green fire as soon as she opened her mouth to utter a….

S-she wasn't sure. Would she have roared in anger? Stuttered out a refusal? O-or would she have broken right before him and welcomed more?

Either way, Fleur was returned to her bedroom, alone, and in her black dress once more. She practically leapt off of the bed, nearly falling over as her legs trembled under her weight. She leaned against the wall and pulled at her clothes, tearing the dress from her body.

She threw the shreds onto the ground, shaking as she fell back onto her bed. She was so hot, and sweaty, and yet a cold chill traveled down her spine.

It wasn't a dream. It was real. And now she was left wondering about what that damn bastard said…

James said she could return… If she wanted to. The woman glanced down, and she found the piece of paper laying at her feet, almost as if it was waiting for her. She picked it up, and staring at it as if she held a trigger in her hand…

Her body shivered. She still needed to cum. She was so horny, so desperate to climax. She dropped the paper on the ground and began to touch herself, fingering her own pussy as she filled the empty room with her moans.

She was so desperate to cum. She fingered her own cunt, before she resorted to almost fisting herself. Four fingers pushed in and out of her cunt, more than she had ever felt before, but even as she groped her own chest to the sound of her fingers fucking her body, she didn't cum.

Fleur didn't cum once that night. Not after leaving James and his harem. She ended up blacking out, more out of exhaustion than anything else. Right before she drifted off to sleep, her eyes zoned in on that accursed piece of paper, laying on the ground, waiting for her to open it…

She should have thrown it away. Burned it. Destroyed it. But she didn't. She hid it, telling herself that as long as it was out of sight, out of mind, it couldn't affect her.

Of course, that was a lie she told herself, but she tried to move on. As soon as she could, she pulled on some nice, gorgeous lingerie, wearing it for her husband as he came back home. She greeted him with a kiss and a clear hunger for him, and he rejected her once more.

Things were said that night Fleur would have liked to forget. She was angry, and she made that clear as Bill tried and failed to explain his weakness. She didn't listen, leaving him outside their bedroom as she laid on their bed.

She touched herself that night, with her husband just downstairs. She fingered her pussy, pulled her nipples, rubbed her clit, all these different things, all with the same result. She still couldn't cum. All she could do was feel the build up growing in her body, before fading away into nothing when her hands got tired.

Even after all these hours, there was a hunger in her body. She so badly wanted to cum, but… but nothing.

Fleur looked at where she had hid the piece of paper. She stared at it, panting and sweating as she bit her lower lip.

One day. Fleur Weas… Fleur Delacour lasted one day, before she returned to James.

She rose up, as if overtaken by another power, and she walked over to the drawer that hid the paper. She reached inside and pulled out the paper, unfolding it to find the black text written inside. Her cheeks burned bright as she read the paper, and sealed her own face.

"I need you, Master." And with that, a green fire rose up from her feet and surrounded her. She vanished in the emerald smoke, before rematerializing in James' living room.

"Well, you certainly came back sooner than expected," James chuckled, and Fleur turned her head to look at the man. Her eyes widened and her cheeks and neck burned hot as she saw the state of some of his slaves.

Cho Chang was on top of Ginny Potter. The two women looked like they had been in the 69 position, but it was clear they were too tired to continue. Cum spilled out of Cho's pussy, dripping onto Ginny's face as they wallowed in a pool of semen.

James was sitting in his chair, following Fleur's eyes to look at the two. "Those two need to work on their endurance. I came in both of them twice and I'm still ready for more," he sighed, reaching a hand down to stroke his hard cock.

Fleur shivered as she stared at the thick, hard rod. Her eyes focused on it, before she glanced at his face.

"P-please," she begged, and James just chuckled at her.

"Please what?"

"P-please. Fuck me?" she squeaked, whimpering as he seemed to ignore her.

"Hmm… Okay, I will, but you'll need to do something for me." James picked up his wand from nearby and moved it in the air, and Fleur gasped as she felt her lingerie changing on her body.

Her clothes now covered her body, and the outfit was both humiliating and arousing for Fleur. She was in a maid outfit, no doubt a particular dig at her French heritage. The dress, again, exposed her legs, but Fleur quickly realized it actually felt a size too small for her. It squeezed down on her body, and her blush grew hotter as she noticed that her panties and bra were gone.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, producing a small duster with his wand. "Clean this room up a bit." He made a rag, and tossed both at Fleur. She scrambled to catch them as he grinned. "I've got to go check on something, but if you can fix this place up, I'll fuck you. Have fun," he laughed, walking away from her without a second thought.

"W-wait! I…" Fleur could do nothing to stop the man. He was bigger, stronger, and… and he just had an air of confidence. The way he spoke left her with no other option, and without any other choice, James' new maid tried to clean the living room.

The beautiful woman had hardly worked a day in her life after being married. She wasn't sure where to start or what to do, but as she saw Cho and Ginny's cum spilling onto the ground, she walked away and tried to dust a bookcase.

She kept her eyes focused on her work, face still hot as she imagined someone walking in on her, looking at her body clad in this maid outfit. If she leaned a little too far forward, they'd see her naked ass…

Unbeknownst to her, James told the other women, and one slave saw just that.

Fleur gasped as a hand smacked her ass, and she turned to see Lily smiling at her. "Hello, slut," she laughed, before she spanked Fleur again, making the older woman squeak as this much younger girl shamed her.

"You look really good in this outfit." Spank. "Maybe we should keep you in this outfit. Let you be our maid." Spank. "But what are you doing dusting some books when there's a puddle of cum on the floor?" Fleur moaned loudly as Lily's fingers brushed against her pussy.

"I-I…" Fleur leaned against the bookcase, shaking. "I-I didn't want to-"

"You didn't want to? Who the fuck said you have a choice?!" Lily hissed, her breath hot against Fleur's ear.

What had happened to Lily? Why was she so… so cruel now? What would Harry say if he could see his daughter now?

"I only take orders from Master…" Fleur suddenly turned herself around, and she tried to plant her feet down before Lily. Fleur was taller, older, and far more of a woman, surely she could- "Ah!"

Lily placed a hand on Fleur's chest and slammed her into the shelf behind her. Lily had a sadistic smile on her face as she leaned forward, almost kissing the other woman.

"No. Daddy said we get to play with you. He said that you're just barely above my mommy, which still leaves you far below me." Lily spat on Fleur, and the French woman felt her pussy tremble. Her tongue moved on instinct, licking some of the spit up, and while her mouth was open, Lily kissed Fleur's lips.

This much younger woman dominated her, groping Fleur's tits as she pressed her against the shelf behind her. Fleur moaned into Lily's mouth as the younger woman pressed her knee against Fleur's pussy.

The older woman's eyes fell shut, before she opened to find another girl in the room. Rose, Hermione's daughter. She replaced Lily, forcing a kiss on Fleur as Harry's daughter moved down to kiss and lick Fleur's neck.

The two women dominated the blond, before suddenly pulling away. Fleur was left panting, a familiar fire in her as she stared at the two.

"P-please… I just… I just wanna cum," she whined. The two giggled at her plea, before turning to see James walking over to the three. The younger girls stepped back, giving him a path as he looked Fleur over.

"I see my girls have done a good job getting you ready for me, Fleur. And you didn't cum too soon. Good," he grinned. He glanced at Lily, and raised his brow. "What do you think, Lily?"

"Well, she does look good in that outfit, Master. Very fuckable," she giggled. Fleur's heart soared, only to come crashing down. "But she hasn't cleaned up mommy's puddle yet."

"A fair point. Fleur." The woman blushed as she leaned her head back, staring up at the man. His hand caught her chin and he pulled her close, pecking her lips. She closed her eyes as she felt his soft lips on hers.

The kiss was quick, and yet she felt lightning going through her nerves from the peck. Her legs trembled as her pussy dripped onto the ground and on the inside of her dress.

"Please," she whispered.

"What about Bill?" he asked, and Fleur bit her lower lip as she thought of her husband. Of how many times she's broken her heart…

"He can go to hell. He never deserved me. He was always so pathetic, a-and worthless," she whispered. "I hate him."

"Louder."

"I hate him," she growled, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around James. Their lips met as James' hands fell on her plump ass, squeezing and rubbing it as their tongues wrestled. They parted, just so Fleur could moan out, "I love you, Master."

"Get down on all four," he ordered, motioning to the two unconcious slaves. She nodded her head, falling on all fours near them, her fingers almost touching the cum puddle.

Lily and Rose walked over and watched as James got on his knees and flipped Fleur's skirt, letting her heart-shaped ass welcome him. He gave it a slap, noticing how red it already was thanks to Lily, before he took his cock in hand and pushed it into her wet pussy.

Fleur was by no means a virgin, but she absolutely melted when she felt that cock enter her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Far bigger than her husband, and she came just from feeling it plunge inside of her.

The sounds of her cries were unmistakable, and Lily growled, grabbing Fleur by the back of her head and pushed her into the puddle. The beautiful woman's face was smeared with cum as James pushed more and more of his cock into her, stretching out her pussy as every breath Fleur took was mixed with semen.

"Stupid slut! How dare you cum before Master?! Lick it up! Now!" Fleur thought of her wedding. How she stood at the altar with Bill, how they kissed, and promised themselves to one another.

This? Licking up semen, feeling it coat her cheeks, breathing it in as another man stretched out her pussy? This felt better. This made her heart race in ways Bill never could.

Rose pulled at Fleur's clothes, letting her breasts pop free and drag along the ground, caking them in more of James' cum.

As for the man himself, he kept fucking Fleur, soon pressing his body against hers as his entire cock vanished inside of her. He allowed her just a moment to get used to it, before he began bucking his hips back and forth, really fucking her pussy.

Fleur cried out, her voice muffled against the floor and spilled seed. She stuck out her tongue, lapping at the pool like a cat and a bowl of milk. James chuckled, squeezing her ass, before he reached a hand forward and grabbed at her hair.

He made her head pull back, and Rose took that moment to kiss her. Their lips and tongues pressed together, and Rose happily sucked and licked her Daddy's cum off of the other woman's face.

Even as Fleur swapped cum with Rose, she moved her hips, letting James' cock fuck her in different angles. She mewled loudly, feeling the dick drag along the inside of her cunt. Precum spilled along her walls as her eyes rolled into her skull, and she gave into the pleasure.

She came once, but her hips did not stop. She kept moving until she was almost a blur, and she screamed in pleasure as she felt James' cock slammed into her. His balls smacked against her body, filling the air with the moist sound of her pussy being filled.

Lily kissed Fleur next, and the woman came again. Or maybe it was just one long orgasm. She wasn't sure. All she knew was that James was fucking her so good, and she loved it, and she needed more.

The tip of his cock pressed against her g-spot, a spot of hers that Bill had never reached. When he rubbed against her, her womanhood squeezed James' cock. The warm embrace threw the young man over the edge, and he let out a loud moan as his two daughters both kissed Fleur.

The three women traded his cum, sharing it between one another as his seed spilled right into Fleur's womb, filling her, coating her walls with his thick, sticky semen. The beautiful blond cried out in euphoric ecstasy, mewling into the mouths of the other girls as James' cum filled her.

The four's cries filled the room, as James came to a stop. He could keep going, but he didn't want to break his new toy just yet. He gave her a moment to rest as he told her her fate.

"You will be our breeding bitch. Little more than an animal, just above Ginny. You will be the slave to all my women, save for Ginny, Fleur."

"Y-yes, Master." Fleur was beautiful. She was gorgeous. Sexy, the desire of men everywhere, but she would happily bury herself under James' heel for the chance to be his and his alone… Even his harem was just an extension of his control, in her mind, and she happily submitted to all he told her to.

"Good. Now then-"

'Mmmm…." The four turned their heads, and looked at Ginny. The woman had cum on her face, both Cho's and James'. Speaking of which, Cho was just beginning to wake up too, and both women looked at James with lustful grins.

"Can we join?" Cho asked, and James chuckled as he beckoned his two slaves over.

Fleur returned to James every few days. Sometimes she was gone for almost a week, sometimes she'd return within two. She always came back to James, and she was always happy to model for him, to be whatever he wanted.

His cow, his slave, his dancer, his maid. Whatever he wanted.

She always returned to James, but today was a special day as James and his harem gawked. The man's living room was decorated for Christmas, complete with a tree and stockings, but perhaps more importantly of all, mistletoe.

"Oh, mommy, look," Lily giggled, trapping her mother against a wall. There was a piece of mistletoe over their heads, and Ginny could only open her mouth as her daughter's tongue plunged down her throat.

Ginny moaned as the tongue explored her mouth. Across the room, Rose and Hermione were kissing one another, moaning as they took turns sucking on the other's tongue.

Cho was cuddling against James' side, marveling at the Christmas decorations as Fleur approached them. The dark-haired woman smiled with approval, alongside James, as the Veela woman blew a kiss.

Fleur wore a dress clearly inspired by Santa Claus. The red dress hugged her figure, with a white collar trim along the skirt and top. The dress showed off her body, just low enough to show off her cleavage, and the skirt just high enough to show off her legs. Fleur was a sexy, beautiful woman, and her beauty was only enhanced by her outfit. And she knew it as she moved her hips side to side, holding a piece of mistletoe in one of her hands.

"Merry Christmas, Master." And rather than hold it up to James, Fleur wiggled the plant over Cho's head. The other woman didn't hesitate, leaning forward and kissing Fleur's lips.

The two moaned, tongues dancing for James as they rubbed their tits against one another. James nodded with approval, placing a hand on either girls' ass. Cho wrapped both of her arms around her as Fleur gave her a one armed hug. He stroked their bodies as they continued to kiss, and Cho shuddered as Fleur's tongue dived into her mouth.

Suddenly the two broke apart, and Fleur smiled as she looked at James. "Do you like the surprise, Master?"

"I do," he replied, nodding his head. "This is all very impressive."

"It's only fitting for you, Master. You deserve the world," Fleur sighed, clearly lovestruck by the taller man. "I love you…Ah!"

Cho suddenly pushed the woman down onto her knees, and Fleur obeyed, kneeling before James as he took his cock out from his boxers. Cho smiled as Fleur's eyes widened, and the kneeling woman licked her lips as she looked up at James.

"Master…" Cho waved the same piece of mistletoe over Fleur's head as James' cock throbbed right before her eyes. The gorgeous blond licked her lips once more, before she gave the cock a gentle kiss. A peck, much like the one she gave Bill on the altar.

She smiled at James, before she opened her mouth and took the cock down her tight throat, lovingly sucking on it, bobbing her head back and forth as James watched her. He placed a hand on her head, stroking it as Cho moved down to give his balls a nice, personal cleaning.

As the two women serviced him, James looked around. Most of the girls were making out with one another, especially those related. He loved it, admiring the show of love as he thought about which lucky woman would fall to him next...