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!
Fleur reveals herself~
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"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Watching Dee go to town on Harry's cock, seeing how enthusiastic the gothic familiar is about things… it's so fucking hot. More than that though, Fleur can't bring herself to do something as scummy as waiting until they're done to proposition Harry herself. But she also can't stay hidden either. She wants… she wants to see Dee get fucked. She wants to see Harry use that big fat cock of his, even if its not on Fleur herself.
As Dee deep throats the Wizard Lord, Fleur finally takes the plunge, pushing the door to the room fully open and stepping inside. Harry's gaze immediately shoots to her, the barest hints of surprise filling his eyes. He hadn't known she was there, but he also isn't upset that she was spying on them.
In fact, beyond that initial reaction, he's the picture of composure, even going so far as to gently place a hand atop Dee's head. Not to stop his familiar from sucking him off, but rather to slow her down a bit so that her gagging and choking sounds aren't filling the room.
"Ms. Delacour. It would seem you found your way back here of your own accord."
Fleur blushes, the orb of light still bobbing in the air next to her. With a snap of his fingers, Harry dispels the magic, causing it to disappear.
"Y-Yes. I wanted to… see you again. And when I overheard the two of you talking… w-well, there's no reason to worry about your familiar distracting you now, is there?"
Harry raises an eyebrow at that, while Dee pulls herself off of his cock entirely to glance back over at Fleur, an impish bit of delight in those dark eyes of hers.
"Oh, you are a darling one aren't you? What a lovely young lady, so caring and considerate of those she barely knows~"
Fleur blushes hard, not really having a response to that. She just… continues to stand there, until finally Harry sighs and shakes his head ruefully.
"I presume you want to watch, Fleur?"
Swallowing thickly, Fleur nods. In return, Harry gestures over to an empty couch directly across from the one he's currently sitting on. Hesitating for only a moment longer, Fleur moves over to the couch and sits down on it heavily. Her hands twitch with an instinctual desire to go back to touching certain parts of her body, but she holds off for the time being.
Meanwhile, Harry's hand on Dee's head guides the raven-haired familiar back down onto his cock. From this angle, all Fleur can see of the interaction is the back of Dee's bobbing head, the profile of her gorgeous hourglass figure… and her incredibly plush ass sat on the high heels she's wearing. And yet, somehow… that alone is enough.
In fact, it's more than enough, it's incredibly arousing. Especially when Harry meets Fleur's eyes with his own emerald gaze and smirks slightly.
"Just so we're on the same page, if I allow things like this to happen, you are NOT allowed to swear a life debt to me, Fleur Delacour."
Fleur freezes up before her blush once again turns a deep red. Of course a wizard of his power would know about a thing like that. He might even be able to feel the magical debt between them from his own end even though he was the creditor and not the debtor.
It all becomes rather clear now, how he's been so… gentle and considerate with her. Hah, he's actually afraid of her trying to swear a life debt, isn't he? Or rather… not afraid, because a man like him doesn't seem like he feels fear. No, it seems like he just has more of a healthy concern regarding the idea. Which just leaves Fleur to wonder how often Harry Hallows has to deal with people trying to swear life debts to him.
Regardless, in the face of his demand, Fleur just bites her lower lip and nods.
"… Y-Yes sir."
Harry sighs, glancing down at Dee for a moment before back up at her with a knowing smile.
"You may touch yourself."
Fleur's blush is already as hot as it can get, but she nevertheless squeaks… before doing as she's been told. Her hands move over her body, her fingers sliding back into place. Up under her top. Down her skirt. Soon enough, she has two fingers pinching a nipple while another two slide along her increasingly slippery slit.
Meanwhile, over across the room, Dee continues to suck Harry like there's no tomorrow, until finally he puts his hand upon the back of her head and pushes her all the way to the base of his cock. Fleur can only hear what's happening, but it's still one of the sexiest things she's ever witnessed in her life, especially as she listens to Dee swallowing every last drop of her Master's load.
F-Fuck, Fleur finds herself cumming from just that, though she manages to bite her tongue and keep herself from spasming too hard as the orgasm overwhelms her. Her eyes never leave Harry or the kneeling form of his voluptuous familiar, which is why she gets to see as his grip on Dee's hair loosens and she pulls back to sit on her haunches and look up at him.
"Well, Master? Does our friendly witch's presence mean that you will rail me after all?"
Harry snorts in derisive amusement before waving a hand airily.
"Go ahead then, you insatiable minx."
Dee rises to her feet then… and turns to regard Fleur. Fleur lets out an involuntary 'eep!' and freezes up as she makes eye contact with the wizard's familiar. Dee just winks at her though, before running her hands down her body. The beautiful albeit simple pitch black dress that the familiar was wearing… melts off of her like it was never there in the first place.
Then again, maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was just part of the familiar's copied form and now Dee is modifying her chosen appearance rather than actually removing clothing. In the end, it doesn't really matter very much because the effect is what it is.
The dress 'falls' away and in it's place is Dee's pale white, voluptuous body. Every last inch of her skin is the same pale, colorless tone as her face and neck was. From her large breasts to her wide hips and puffy pussy lips, she's either chalk-white or raven haired.
Without breaking eye contact with Fleur, Dee takes a step back and then reverse climbs backwards up onto the couch and Harry's lap. His hands come up to grab her hips and anchor her in place, but beyond that the wizard does nothing else. Dee handles things instead.
Such as reaching down and wrapping a pale white hand around Harry's rather large, still hard cock. Even though she just swallows his load, he's still fully erect Fleur notices. She stares at his member, at his balls, and blushes all over again at how well endowed he is. It's her first full view of his genitals after all.
"Like what you see, Fleur?"
Glancing up to meet Dee's eyes as the familiar addresses her, Fleur huffs and tries to keep her cool.
"… It would be an obvious lie if I said I didn't, Dee…"
The familiar chuckles in response, even as she continues to move herself into position. In no time at all, she's crouched rather provocatively over Harry's dick. Her chalk-white thighs are spread wide, her fat white ass is jiggling as she holds herself in place, and his cockhead is mere centimeters from her waiting pussy lips.
"Mm, you've done so much for me by revealing yourself. My Master so rarely uses me like he should, so I truly have you to thank for-nnngh!"
Fleur nearly jumps out of her skin as Harry apparently decides that his familiar is rambling too long. Then again, judging by the wide grin on Dee's face, she might have been doing that on purpose. Either way, Harry suddenly slams Dee down onto his cock mid-word, pushing up inside of her and disappearing much of his rather large member up into her stretching cunt in one fell swoop.
Breath hitching, Fleur drives her fingers up into her own pussy in response, the part veela's body bucking slightly as she moans from the sensation. Luckily, Dee is a lot louder than she is. Immediately after impaling her on his cock, Harry relinquishes control again… which Dee immediately takes advantage of by bouncing her fat ass up and down on his lap while sliding her cunt along his dick repeatedly.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
"Oooh, yes Master! Your big fat cock is stirring up my insides! You-agh!"
With a huff, Harry reaches up and around his familiar's voluptuous naked form. One hand goes to one of her breasts, grabbing and squeezing it hard. The other hand goes to her mouth, sticking fingers into the side of said mouth and fish hooking her so she couldn't keep talking.
"Hush. You're only being this talkative because you have an audience."
Even now, Fleur doesn't fully understand the nature of the relationship between Lord Harry Hallows and his familiar. Nor does she understand exactly what his familiar is. Despite the power disparity inherent in a Master-Servant relationship like this one, it certainly feels like Dee is the more sexually aggressive of the two and Harry is the one putting up with her.
… It's very hot. Fleur just continues to play with herself even as she watches Harry's familiar bounce up and down on his cock. Dee moans and groans around her Master's fingers in between sucking hard at them. Her body shakes and shudders and Fleur figures she must be cumming at least once or twice. Fleur herself loses track of her own climaxes, trying her best to hold in her voice and not make a scene.
After all, it's good enough that she's allowed to watch like this. Asking for anything more would be too much… right? Although, she's certainly tempted all the same. Harry's cock is so much bigger than her fingers. And she can't help but feel no small amount of affection towards the man for all he's done for her.
… Even if she doesn't yet know if she outright love him or anything like that, is it really wrong for Fleur to want to celebrate her freedom with the man who did the freeing? It's not even about 'rewarding' him or 'debt' in that case, it's just her doing what she wants for the first time in all these years… right?
Fleur watches, face as burning hot as ever, as Harry finally slams Dee down onto his cock one final time, holding her in place and very clearly pumping a second load up inside of her from the way she moans and undulates a bit on his dick.
… He's probably good for a third load, right? All Fleur has to do is ask. Ooh, or she could get down on her hands and knees and crawl over to 'ask' in another way entirely.
Yesss, that sounded good. She just needed to-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Fleur jolts in surprise, while Harry's head turns sharply in the sound of the front door to the mansion. Even Dee moves her head in that direction, though in a far lazier manner.
With a growl, there's suddenly a very peculiar wand in the Wizard Lord's hand, one that looks to be about fifteen inches long and made of elder wood. Fleur barely gets a chance to look at it before Harry is casting a viewing spell.
"… Why is Penny Clearwater outside of my mansion? What in the world is this?"
Dee hums as she slowly extricates Harry's cock from herself, standing up only to flop down onto the couch beside him.
"Hm, well you have only put up the bare minimum wards, Master. So anyone who wanted to find you wouldn't really struggle that hard to do so."
Harry frowns, narrowing his eyes at the see-through image of a witch standing outside that he currently has hovering in the air between them.
"Yes but nobody should even be looking for me yet. There shouldn't be anyone in this world who could possibly have wanted to track me down, so why is Penelope fucking Clearwater here?"
Fleur, seeing a chance to make herself useful, clears her throat and pipes up.
"A-Ah… well my Lord, I don't know why she's here, but I can tell you that Penelope Clearwater is currently the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones."
She knew that much because even if she had all but been locked up in Gringotts for the better part of the past decade, Fleur had often been used for communications with the Ministry.
First because early in her internship the Ministry was still largely wizards at the top and she was a very pretty part veela. Then, later on, it was just because the witches who took over running the Ministry tended to be placated by having another witch to speak with instead of a goblin.
Not that Fleur got to make any decisions in favor of the Ministry or anything like that. She was just a mouthpiece for her goblin 'employers' in the end. But she was a very pretty mouthpiece.
"… The Senior Undersecretary to the Ministry of Magic. Huh."
Fleur winces as something else occurs to her.
"This is probably Gringotts' doing, Lord Hallows."
When Harry shoots her a sharp look, she just shrugs her head.
"They are required by law to report on all transactions of a certain importance, as well as changes to certain accounts. However, normally they make sure to do so in the most confusing and vague way possible, only sticking to the letter of the law rather than the spirit. But in the case that they had bad blood with a certain Lord and were not capable of doing anything about it themselves…"
Fleur trails off, but Harry is able to put the pieces together all the same.
"They would sic the Ministry on them instead. Damn goblins… fucking Rotgut…"
Biting her lower lip, Fleur shifts up into a proper sitting position, her previous ardor forgotten in the wake of recent events.
"If you'd like me to, I could meet with her in your stead as your proxy, Lord Hallows. All you have to do is hire me on and give me my marching orders. Simply… say the word."
Bright green eyes peer at her for a long moment even as Penelope Clearwater is left standing outside of the mansion, waiting for someone to answer her knock. Fleur just stays perfectly still, waiting for her savior to make a decision.
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The Vote:
[X] Yes, Harry hires her and puts her through a trial by fire, having her meet with Penny and handle it while he watches from afar - 71%
[ ] No, Harry instead gives her a round trip portkey and sends her home to her family for the next 24 hours, he'll deal with Penny himself - 29%
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