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Fleur has opinions~
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As they watch Harry tuck the Minister of Magic into bed after fucking her quite long and hard, Fleur can't help but mewl helplessly, her body shaking and shuddering as four digits plunge in and out of her gushing wet twat.
Dee chuckles in her ear, holding Fleur in her lap and fingering her to yet another orgasm.
"Who could have possibly imagined that the Minister would be so… soft in bed? It seems we know which way her sexual fantasies lean now, don't we?"
Not willing to trust her own voice at this point, Fleur just nods in agreement. To be fair, it wasn't like it was anything to be ashamed of. Minister Bones' fetishes were as vanilla as they came. She was just a woman who liked to be taken by a man, who enjoyed succumbing to his big fat cock stirring up her insides and breeding her silly.
Where the 'fault' lay if any, wasn't in her sexual preferences, but rather in her normal job. The Minister of Magic couldn't be such a pushover, after all. She was expected to be more of a take charge sort of woman than that. By all accounts, Amelia should have pushed Harry down on his back and ridden him to climax, that sort of thing.
But she hadn't done so. She'd let herself… enjoy the encounter. And Merlin it'd been one of the hottest things that Fleur had ever bore witness to.
"Hm. And now we see if Penelope Clearwater takes after her superior or not?"
Fleur bites her lower lip as she quivers in Dee's lap. The familiar's fingers are driving her insane, her naked body trembling and shaking as Dee works her over like nothing else. At the same time though, they both watch as Harry finally approaches Penny's door.
To be fair, he'd told the muggleborn that he'd be tending to Amelia's needs at first, so she'd known she was in for a wait. That hadn't stopped Penny from sitting on the edge of the bed the entire time, clearly fretting a bit. At least she hadn't taken to pacing or anything like that, because Fleur is sure she would have worn a hole in the carpet by this point.
As Harry opens the door, Penelope tenses up and then jumps to her feet. She's wearing a nightgown the same as Amelia was, but unlike Amelia, she doesn't waste time or mince words. The moment he stands before her naked, Penelope takes one look at him and then proceeds to pull the nightgown off, exposing her own nude form.
She's younger than Amelia by quite a bit, but nevertheless a woman grown in her own right. Her tits are a bit perkier, but also a bit smaller. Actually, everything about her is 'a bit smaller' than the Minister in that regard. She's cute rather than mature, Fleur can't help but thinking. Sexy, certainly, but not on the same level as Amelia.
"So then. My turn, is it?"
Dee chuckles again in Fleur's ear, though this time at least it's not at the part veela's expense.
"Oh my. She's putting on quite the attitude, isn't she?"
Fleur whimpers, even as Harry tilts his head to the side, considering Penny's naked form for the moment.
"… If that is your wish, Ms. Clearwater. However, if you would rather not, I won't blame you. It's a big leap to be making… and as the Minister already said, she does not expect you to do such a thing."
Penelope narrows her eyes, causing Harry to raise a brow.
"We could even just say we did the deed if you are that insistent on keeping yourself in the Minister's high esteem. It's not like the seed would be guaranteed to take, so a failure would not be too surprising."
That causes the Senior Undersecretary to scoff.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's not about keeping myself in Minister Bones' high esteem. It's about earning it."
With that, Penny turns and proceeds to bend over the bed right then and there. She holds herself up with one hand while reaching back with the other to spread her slit open with two fingers. It's a very no-nonsense pose, especially compared to how Harry and Amelia had fucked. One could almost mistake the previous coupling as lovemaking, in fact. This… not so much.
"Well? Get on with it then, Lord Hallows. I won't waste any more of your time than I have to."
Harry chuckles and moves forward with a shrug, his hands reaching out to grab at Penelope's hips. Despite the muggleborn's bravado, Fleur distinctly hears her breath hitch at his grip, and watches as she lowers her head and hides her face when he places his cock against her cunt and slowly begins to penetrate her from behind.
Dee hums in Fleur's ear, even as she slows down her own fingering of the part veela's pussy in order to match Harry's initial pace.
"My, how interesting. She seems to have built up a certain idea of how things are in her head. I doubt she so much as suspects the sort of encounter that my Master and the Minister actually had this evening. Instead, she clearly envisions her Mistress being stoic and composed in the face of my Master and his big… fat… cock…"
Fleur whimpers but she's not the only one. Penny is struggling with Harry's size almost immediately, the other witch biting her lower lip to try and contain any gasps or moans, only to let out faint little whimpers instead. Inch after inch of Harry's cock disappears into the muggleborn woman, even as he holds her steady from behind.
Penny collapses forward onto her elbows and forearms once he's deep enough inside of her, letting out a shaky gasp as she does so.
"J-Just get it over with, Lord Hallows. Breed me."
It's clear that she's trying her best to stay composed. Fleur suspects that Dee is right about that part. Penelope definitely thinks that this is how Amelia would have approached Harry as well, and so she's trying to imitate her role model and idol, the woman she looks up to the most in the world.
But of course, Harry isn't just some automaton. He chuckles but shakes his head, thrusting deeper into Penelope but not quite speeding up just yet.
"So hasty, Ms. Clearwater. Just relax and enjoy yourself. The more you do, the more I enjoy myself."
That gets another scoff from Penelope though.
"You expect me to, nngh, believe that Lord Hallows? That you actually look for the woman's p-pleasure in moments like this?"
Grunting, still drilling in and out of the muggleborn from behind, Harry shakes his head again.
"I don't expect much of you, my dear Penelope. Not when you seem to be intent on jumping to your own conclusions with zero actual research. You haven't even asked me any questions. Feel free to do so if you like. I'd happily answer them for you."
There's a pause at that, the air filled with Penelope's rough inhales and exhales, as well as the steady sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he strikes into her ass from behind over and over again. For a moment, it looks as though Penny really isn't going to take him up on his offer. Fleur can't help but feel a little offended on Harry's behalf. These women from the Ministry were so quick to make assumptions of him, and when he offered them honesty, they shunned it!
But then, to her credit, Penny finally finds her voice.
"Is it… t-true that you're not a Pureblood? A Half-Blood W-Wizard Lord?"
Harry tilts his head to the side curiously for a moment before grunting and nodding. Which of course, she can't see given he's plowing her from behind, but he follows it up with a verbal response a moment later.
"Yes. I'm a Half-Blood, Ms. Clearwater."
"Mm… then, one of your parents was muggleborn, was that it?"
Nodding again, Harry answers in the affirmative once for.
"Yes. My mother."
Suddenly, Penny looks back over her shoulder at him, a weirdly triumphant gleam in her eyes.
"The late wife to James P-Potter was a muggleborn witch. Lily… Evans. And you still insist that you aren't Harry Potter, Lord Hallows?"
Fleur gasps in outrage. That bitch! She was using Harry's offer to ask questions to interrogate him more about the conversation that had happened at dinner! Fleur didn't get why they were so obsessed with it… sure, it was rather coincidental that the infant Harry Potter had died all those years ago and now there was an adult Harry who had access to the Potter and Black Vaults showing up out of nowhere.
However, even if that was all very strange, the fact was that Harry had already offered to swear a magical vow to the Minister to confirm that he was telling the truth! Where did Penelope get off continuing an interrogation that even her superior had called off?!
But unlike Fleur, Harry isn't upset in the slightest. He just chuckles some more as he continues to fuck Penny from behind.
"I'm sorry Ms. Clearwater, but I am insisting, yes. Harry Potter died the same night as his father and mother twenty-one years ago. I cannot claim his identity for myself, regardless of any perceived similarities."
Penelope grunts as she glares at him for a long moment before finally…
"Swear it. You told the Minister you would swear a magical vow to that effect earlier. Swear one to me now instead."
Fleur tries to get up off of Dee's lap at that, howling in anger.
"Who the fuck does she think she is?!"
But Dee holds her fast, pinning her back against her own ample chest and keeping her from doing anything… inadvisable.
"Calm down now, my dear. Let our Lord and Master handle it, no?"
Yes… yes, of course Dee was right. Surely Lord Hallows would rebuke Penny for this, right? Except… instead he takes out his wand… and points it at himself, much to Fleur's shock.
"I swear on my magic that I have told you the truth this day. The Harry Potter you want me to be died with his parents on Hallow's Eve twenty-one years ago. I am not him."
Magic flares as the vow reverberates through the air. Penny freezes, eyes wide in disbelief that he actually went through with it. Fleur's breath hitches, even as Harry puts his wand away and sighs as he places both hands back on Penny's hips.
"… I'm going to stop holding back now, Ms. Clearwater."
"You were-hnnngh!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Heat rises to Fleur's face as Harry cuts Penelope off with nothing more than every last inch of his cock buried inside of her twat at increasingly rapid speeds. The Senior Undersecretary tries her best to hold in her voice like she was before, but it quickly proves impossible. Before long, she's moaning and groaning and squealing as he fucks her from behind, and Fleur gets a bird's eye view as Penny is unable to help but cum herself silly on Harry's cock.
She can't control herself, can't hold her voice in… in the end, the muggleborn witch can't do anything but cry out and climax again and again as Harry fucks her through orgasm after orgasm. It's so… so fucking hot.
Of course, at the same time, Dee is going crazy on Fleur's pussy. Her fingers drill in and out of her cunt at rapid speeds once more, driving her absolutely wild in the process. Her own wanton moans and squeals threaten to drown out Penny's in fact, even though the muggleborn is being brought to the heights of ecstasy time and time again.
Until finally, Fleur watches as Harry slams into Penny one last time… and fills her with his seed. The Senior Undersecretary drops forward face first into the bed as soon as he's done cumming inside of her, pumping her womb to the brim and breeding her silly.
It's easily one of the hottest things Fleur has ever witnessed and as Dee curls her fingers up inside of her, Fleur tips over the edge as well, experiencing a truly explosive orgasm as she shudders and spasms. By the time it's over, she's feeling so drained as she collapses back into Dee's chest.
Only belatedly does she realize… she probably could have asked for a turn on Lord Hallows' cock tonight after he was done with the Minister and Senior Undersecretary. She's confident he would have had the stamina for her. And yet… by the time she thinks of that, she's already falling asleep, tuckered out as she is by all of Dee's attention…
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The next morning, to say Fleur was a little bit cross would be an understatement. Don't get her wrong, getting to watch her Lord fuck and breed Amelia Bones and Penelope Clearwater had certainly been an incredibly arousing experience. Especially with Dee helping her through orgasm after orgasm the entire time.
However, the fact remained that she'd really missed out by not asking Dee to slow down. And, of course, because Amelia and Penny had hogged Harry all night long in the first place, when originally they'd just been there for dinner.
And then to top it all off, Penelope had the audacity to try and interrogate Fleur's Lord in the midst of sex! It was incredibly uncouth and Fleur had decided, after waking up once more in her own bed with nothing but the memory of fingers between her legs, to do something about it!
As such, as Harry is seeing Amelia and Penelope to the door early that next morning, Fleur appears just in the nick of time to take her revenge.
"Minister Bones. Ms. Clearwater. It's been a pleasure."
Striding up to them in the foyer as she watches the three of them speak, Fleur hesitates for just a moment. Just long enough for Harry to reach for the doorhandle, clearly intending to see them out himself. Before he can do so, Fleur steps forward and clears her throat.
"Ms. Clearwater. You forgot something. My apologies, it seems it was misplaced."
Pulling out the other woman's panties, she takes a certain quiet yet vicious pride in how Penelope's face goes bright red. After all, the black, lacy thong had not made an appearance the night before by the time Harry arrived in her guest quarters. In the end, all of Amelia and Penelope's clothes had been cleaned for them and then set out this morning by none other than Fleur herself.
The thong, however… well, it was easy enough to 'misplace'. And of course, Penny wouldn't ask after it when it didn't show up with the rest of her clothing, that would be much too embarrassing.
Clearing her throat as she studiously avoids both her superior and Lord Hallows' gazes, Penny reaches out and takes the thong from Fleur's outstretched hand with a nod.
"… Thank you, Ms. Delacour."
Fleur makes a point of curtsying and ducking her head to hide her vindictive smile. Try to mess with her Lord, hm?
"Of course, Ms. Clearwater."
There's a brief pause and then Harry finally opens the door to see the two of them off. Which of course, is when everything goes wrong.
Fleur's eyes widen as the four of them are all immediately hit with the flashes of magical cameras. There, just outside the door, stand two different blonde witches.
"Lavender Brown with the Daily Prophet! Minister Bones, is it true that you spent all night long in negotiations with our new resident Wizard Lord? Lord Hallows; will you be taking up your position in the Wizengamot any time soon? Are you at all worried about the curse that has slain so many of our society's menfolk?"
The other blonde however, takes a different tack entirely.
"Luna Lovegood with the Quibbler! Senior Undersecretary Clearwater, is that black lace? And if you're holding your panties in your hand, what exactly are you currently wearing under your robes?"
Oh. Shit.
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The Vote:
[X] Stick with Fleur's POV - 54%
[ ] Switch back to Harry's POV - 46%
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