A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next FIVE chapters are up on my for early access as well as the chance to vote on the direction of the story!
Back to Fleur~
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He'd told Fleur that if she returned from France too soon, then he would fire her on the spot. But it HAD been a long day and by the time Harry steps back inside of the manor, it's far past the point where Fleur could have safely returned without triggering any sort of backlash.
As such, he's not overly surprised when she's waiting right by the door for him, hands clasped in front of her and spine ramrod straight. The beautiful French Witch goes even straighter when Harry steps inside, before quickly bowing her head.
"Welcome home my Lord."
Giving her an amused glance, Harry just smirks.
"Enjoy your time in France, Fleur?"
Lifting her head, Fleur smiles in fond remembrance… and truth be told, he can immediately tell that she's doing rather well. Better than when he sent her away this morning to be sure. At realizing that she's perhaps showing him embarrassing emotions, Fleur ducks her head again and nervously tucks a lock of blonde hair behind her ear as she coughs delicately.
"Ahem… yes my Lord. Very much so. Thank you for affording me the opportunity to meet with my family again after so long. I had not realized how much the distance between us weighed on me until it was closed once more."
Well now, he's glad she's able to say as much without reservation. Though… he could have told her as much. It was obvious that after years of indentured servitude bordering on slavery, Fleur had been… uncertain of what to do with her freedom once he'd burned up her Gringotts Contract. She'd latched onto him because she couldn't handle the number of decisions she suddenly had to deal with.
At the same time though, the decisions she HAD made were not always the best… and in some cases a bit self-destructive. Clear cries for help, one might say.
That was all to say…
"I'm glad to hear it. Family should stick together. You're lucky to still have a mother and sister who love you very much. Don't ever take them for granted."
Fleur blinks at that… before slowly nodding in agreement.
"I won't, Lord Harry. I promise. Thank you."
Harry smiles and begins to move past her deeper into the manor, only for Fleur to clear her throat.
"Ah… one more thing, my Lord. Or rather, two things that are effectively the same."
Turning and raising a brow at her, Harry watches as Fleur blushes.
"My mother and sister want to meet you. Separately. My mother has extended a private invitation to have tea one on one with her at the Chateau next week and my sister wants to treat you to dinner at one of her favorite restaurants in France whenever you have a free evening. Open invitation, she said."
Huh. Interesting. Harry tilts his head to the side consideringly. It's no surprise that the Delacour Matriarch and the youngest Lady Delacour want to meet with the man who freed their daughter and sister from the clutches of the goblins, to be fair. However, he would have expected the invitation to be for a family dinner where all of them would sit down together and his 'intentions' could be explored with the combined might of the Delacour Family at their disposal.
"… They both mean to seduce you, I suspect."
Blinking, Harry looks to Fleur and sees her blushing profusely and biting her lower lip. When he gives her a raised brow in response, she huffs and looks away off to the side.
"I told them about you, of course. Everything there is to know without giving away any of your secrets. I wanted them to understand what sort of man you are. I may have… gone a bit overboard in explaining how considerate you've been to my circumstances though."
Harry's second brow rises to join the first and Fleur's blush graduates to something even redder than before as she hastens to explain herself further.
"I-I just wanted to make sure they knew you hadn't taken advantage of me, my Lord! I didn't want them to have a bad opinion of you, so I made sure they understood how much consent matters to you! And in doing so… I may have complained a little bit about the fact that I have… yet to enjoy your intimate focus myself while witnessing certain other… intimate displays."
She was certainly beating around the bush a lot here but if Harry was understanding Fleur correctly, she'd basically revealed to her mother and sister that she'd watched him sleep with Amelia and Penny. Hopefully she'd obfuscated the Minister and Senior Undersecretary's names.
Still, from the sound of things…
"So you think these private meetings are because the other Ladies Delacour want a piece of me too?"
Fleur huffs and crosses her arms over her chest defensively.
"They… did not say as such, but what other reason could they have for wanting to meet you without anyone else present?!"
That was fair. He'd just been thinking that himself after all. Humming consideringly, Harry contemplates the idea for a long moment. Apolline should still be a startlingly beautiful MILF thanks to her veela heritage. And Gabrielle was a fully grown adult by this point in the timeline and could make her own decisions. Still…
"Say the word and I shall rebuff any such advances for you, Fleur."
His assistant freezes in place at that, her eyes widening as she stares at him in shock.
"You… would?"
Shrugging, Harry nods.
"Certainly. I am not some playboy to throw myself at any witch who shows a little bit of skin my dear. I understand that you might have a certain perception of me given how… sexual events surrounding the two of us have been these past few days since you came into my service, but I am simply a man who loves freely and who does not let himself be tied down by societal conventions or expectations."
Fleur looks a little confused, prompting Harry to elaborate.
"I am more than willing to enjoy the company of beautiful women if they want to enjoy my company in turn, but I am not some incubus in desperate need of constant sex to keep my crazed libido satisfied. Besides, I think we both know I will be spoiled for choice here in Britain, so if you wish for me to avoid doing anything with your family members, you need only say the word."
Fleur's mouth opens and closes a couple times before firmly closing as she takes a moment to process and think over his offer. Finally though, she shakes her head.
"N-No… I will not ask that of you my Lord. What you do with either of them out of my sight… is none of my business. I would not deny you nor them… the company of the other."
How magnanimous of her. Harry tries not to be too amused as Fleur tries to be as vague as possible about essentially giving him permission to be seduced by both her mother and sister. Once she's done, however, she steps forward, seeming to steel herself.
"I do… I do ask one thing of you though before anything else of that nature happens, Lord Harry."
He has a pretty good idea of what that will be but still plays dumb for a moment anyways as he tilts his head to the side once more.
"Oh? And what would that be, Lady Fleur?"
Blushing at the undeserved title, Fleur huffs and finishes closing the distance between them, leaving them so close they're almost chest to chest.
"Please… take me to bed. Don't make me wait any longer. Don't tease me any further. Please… claim me as your woman tonight, my Lord. Show me how good you can make me feel."
Expected. Harry ponders refusing her… but at a certain point it turns from teasing to base cruelty and refusing a heartfelt request like that would be the latter rather than the former. She knows what she wants and she's outright asked for it. So…
"Very well then, my dear. But we ARE eating dinner first. I've had a long day and am practically starving at this point."
Fleur blinks before nodding in agreement, looking positively excited by the fact that he's agreed to her request. Harry, meanwhile, is feeling some internal amusement over his own inside joke. After all, once he tells her about how his day went, she'll think that the 'long day' part was passing five Masteries back to back without failing a single one.
In reality, the long day part was being murdered from afar by a Dark Ritual with ties to Voodoo Magic. Coming back from the dead always did leave the Master of Death a little peckish, after all. With a chuckle that only Harry himself knows the meaning of, he offers Fleur his arm.
"Shall we, my dear?"
"O-Oh… very well then Lord Harry, please lead the way."
And with that, the two of them head for the dining room… and from there, it will be on to the bedroom~
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How? That is the question of the day. When news of the Wizard Lord had first reached their ears, the first reaction had been shock. After all, the ritual had not failed. Of that, there was confidence. The athame had found its mark and the ritual had been neither blocked nor redirected as far as could be seen.
After the shock came anger. The desire to go and rectify the failure right away was… strong. But not so strong as to override good sense. After all, if the first time failed in some inexplicable way, then it wouldn't do to rush in without a plan. They'd made it this far without being caught after all…
Still, how? What made this Wizard Lord different from all the others? Perhaps his confidence for one… it had been clear from what little had been shown of him that he certainly did not fear the so-called curse seemingly laid over the British Isles.
False bravado had been the initial assumption… but now it seemed there was something to that confidence of his. He was certainly not weak. Nor so easily killed as so many of his contemporaries had been. No, he might have more in common with the likes of Albus Dumbledore than the likes of Cornelius Fudge from the look of things.
… No matter. Harry Hallows would still die. Unfortunately, the assumption had to be made that he had felt the attack and somehow survived it, seeing as it was neither blocked nor redirected. He must have had a way to heal and reverse the dark magic inherent to the ritual and ultimately save himself. Or he'd found a way to trick the ritual's magic into believing he died so that it would consider it's work done.
Either way, he would almost certainly have more magical defenses the next time an attempt was made on his life. Hopefully his paranoia would consume him. Hopefully he was shaking in his boots and jumping at shadows. Yes, hopefully he now knew the true meaning of fear… even if it wouldn't save him in the end…
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"Ohhhh~"
Laid out on the bed before him, Fleur Delacour shakes and quivers, her body trembling and spasming its way through an orgasm as Harry's steady tongue works her to climax. The beautiful part veela is completely naked with her legs spread nice and wide for him while Harry is between her thighs, his mouth attached to her gushing, glistening wet cunt.
He has the sudden urge to sneeze as though someone is talking smack about him, but he fights it back and focuses on the task at hand. Dinner had been lovely of course, absolutely delicious… but after all was said and done, Fleur had tried to climb under the table, saying something about how she was ready for 'dessert'.
Before she could even reach his legs though, Harry had turned the tables on her by apparating them both straight to the bedroom, vanishing their clothes, and taking up residence between Fleur's thighs. The part veela has squeaked in protest, but Harry had just looked up at her, given her a wicked grin, and commented that HE was ready for 'dessert' as well.
That led to now, where Harry laps up Fleur's pussy juices as she cums for him, moaning and squealing all the while. Her body bucks, her hips hump upwards, and her tits jiggle quite appetizingly as she arches her spine and tosses her head back.
"L-Lord Harry!"
The best part is hearing her call his name at the top of her lungs as he makes her climax for him though of course. Harry exults in that… and he keeps eating her out for good measure because of it as well. It takes Fleur a bit to realize he's doing so, coming down from her current pleasure high only to figure out that he's still tonguing away at her cunt, which is even more sensitive than before.
"W-Wait… please… it's my turn to pleasure you with my mouth, my Lord. I… please, let me return the favor."
Harry considers the request even as he keeps orally pleasuring the part veela. Does he want to give her what she's asking for? Or does he want to drive her mad on his tongue and then his cock, giving her no reprieve and no rest from the sheer onslaught he's planning on delivering to her now that they're finally together?
Truly, it's the toughest decision he's had to make since arriving in this universe…
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The Vote:
[ ] Let Fleur return the favor with her mouth before fucking her - 16%
[ ] Engage Fleur in a sixty-nine before fucking her - 23%
[X] Go straight to fucking her silly, this is all about her pleasure and driving her wild - 61%
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