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Lightning Strikes Twice Ch. 67 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2025-01-29 16:45:31 +0000 UTCA/N: Fleur is finally brought into the fold.
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“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Fleur?”
Her head held high, Fleur follows Harry through the doorway, barely hesitating when she sees the ritual circle already laid out in the center of the room. This right here… this was what she had been waiting for all this time.
It had taken every fiber of her being to stand down in the Hedge Maze and not grab the Champion’s Cup alongside Harry. But she’d done it. Frankly, Fleur was even glad she’d done it. Her presence might have ruined Harry’s plans. She might have set him back on what he was trying to achieve. Instead, by showing her maturity and age through her actions, Fleur had supported Harry in an entirely different way.
And he’d done it too. He’d not just slain Voldemort once and for all but also done the same with his Death Eaters as well. The Dark Lord and his cultist supporters were vanquished and a new dawn was on the horizon.
Meanwhile, Fleur had waited patiently for this moment, until finally Harry came for her. She knew he would be busy, so she didn’t try to push for it to happen sooner. Instead, she’d held faith in his promise to her, knowing that he would not betray her, would not abandon her. Now, here they were.
Striding forward past a waiting Harry, Fleur doesn’t immediately answer his question. Instead, she makes sure to stand in the middle of the ritual circle and turn to regard him with lust-filled eyes. She’s currently clad in a shimmering, flowing dress that hangs off of her shoulders, dipping low to reveal her expansive cleavage, and hugs her curvaceous figure. Technically, it’s a ceremonial veela wedding dress… but Fleur isn’t here to get married.
Instead, in what feels like she’s making a fairly direct statement, Fleur reaches up and pulls open a clasp at her shoulder… allowing the entire glittering dress to flow down off of her body, revealing her pale nudity underneath. She’s not wearing underwear for this. Instead, Harry gets a full view of Fleur’s body in that instant, from her full breasts with rock hard nipples to her swooping wide hips and glistening wet slit.
Fleur had made amends with her mother long ago. The dress had even been Apolline’s idea. However, even if she hadn’t she would still be here in this moment. Fleur was a grown ass woman who could make her own choices, and this… was her choice. With that in mind, she finally graces Harry with an answer, as well as a broad, inviting smile.
“I’m more than ready… Master.”
Harry sighs and steps forward, shaking his head ruefully as his hands come up to grasp her hips and then slide along her body.
“You don’t have to call me that, Fleur.”
Fleur moans at his touch, pushing her curves into his palms, luxuriating in how good it feels to have him manhandling and fondling her. She’s only getting wetter from all of this.
“Just… practicing for the future, Master~”
Chuckling, Harry runs his hands up over her bust, taking a moment to move his fingers over her breasts as though he’s a sculptor and she’s his art piece. Fleur lets out a shaky breath as he cups her chest for a moment before letting his fingers spread out more and squeeze in, kneading her soft mammaries. A moan spills forth from her lips.
“You don’t have to call me that after I claim you either. In fact, I’d rather you not do so in public. But in private… I suppose I won’t stop you.”
Fleur shivers in delight at that. Of course she would refrain from naming Harry for what he was in front of the uninitiated. She would never want anyone to think less of him because of her. But she wanted this far too badly to back out now. And ‘this’ included treating Harry as her Master… as her superior and better.
“I’m sorry about the tournament, Fleur. It could have been your win if I wasn’t involved. You did stupendously. I wish it could have been you who took the Champion’s Cup.”
Moaning softly from his touch, Fleur blinks as his words wash over her. After a moment, she shakes her head.
“No… don’t say that, Master. The truth is, I never had a chance.”
Harry gives her a curious look at that, causing her to elaborate.
“I came to this land and place with an ego the size of a whale. I believed myself greater than all others in every way. I considered myself not just a shoo-in for the position of Beauxbatons Champion, but also the winner of the entire tournament.”
Here, Fleur shakes her head rather mournfully.
“I barely scraped by the First Task by the skin of my teeth. It was not any great amount of skill that let me avoid the same fate as Cedric Diggory, but mere luck. And the Second Task… if it weren’t for your assistance, I would have floundered in the Black Lake. I would have failed my sister and required you to save the both of us in the same way you saved Diggory and his hostage. As for the Third Task…”
Here Fleur chuckles throatily, bringing her hands up to caress her Master-To-Be’s face and trail her fingernails along his jawline.
“The only reason I performed as well as I did in the Third Task was a need to impress you and a desire to show you just how worthy I truly was. All I wanted was to make you proud, to make you happy.”
Licking her lips, Fleur pushes her bust into Harry’s chest, his hands having long since traveled back down from her breasts to her hips. In response, he moves those hands around to her perfectly sculpted ass, giving it just as hard of a squeeze as he had her tits. Fleur moans throatily at that, even as she shivers in delight in his arms.
“The truth is… I would never have achieved the things I achieved without you, Master. That’s why it’s incorrect to say that the victor should have been me, because without your presence, I’m not sure I would have even surpassed Krum. I only rose as high as I did because of you.”
Harry huffs in wry amusement, before slowly beginning to bring them down to the floor. Fleur doesn’t resist, even as she’s laid on her back in the center of the Ritual Circle.
“Well… agree to disagree, I suppose.”
But she’s not going to let him get away with that. Reaching up, she wraps a hand around the nape of his neck and pulls him down into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. When it finally breaks apart, Fleur shakes her head.
“No. You do not understand the impact you’ve had on me, Master. The witch in me recognizes your power… but the veela in me has been well and truly tamed. Even if you were not willing to give me this, I do not think I could ever be satisfied with anything less. I appreciate what you are about to do for me more than you can possibly understand.”
Harry pauses at that, looking down at her with an unreadable expression for a long moment. But Fleur isn’t afraid of rejection at this point. Nor does she care what anyone else thinks about what they’re about to do. Veela or Witch, however you wanted to cut it, she is a consenting adult, more than happy and more than ready to submit to her new Master.
Spreading her legs wide, Fleur smiles up at Harry as she arches her back in anticipation.
“Please, Master. Give it to me. Take me. Make me yours.”
Harry doesn’t say another word… but he does give her what she desires. His throbbing mast, rock hard and so big and thick, slides down between Fleur’s thighs and along her slit. It’s nothing that she hasn’t had before, of course. Harry had taken her virginity already, but this… this was going to be even more special. Fleur would be bound to her Master forevermore, as part of his Wizard’s Coven.
As such, is it any surprise that the moment he thrusts into her, she cums on the spot? The part veela squeals, her eyes threatening to roll back in her head as she shudders and orgasms for her Master-To-Be right then and there. Harry grunts at how her pussy walls tighten up around his cock, her entire body shuddering beneath him… but he doesn’t let it stop him.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and squelching of a throbbing phallus going in and out of a warm, sopping wet hole swiftly fill the room as Harry begins to fuck her right there in the center of the Ritual Circle. Almost immediately, Fleur can feel it beginning. Not just the sex, though that is amazing… but also what’s to come with the sex. Her veela senses allow her to feel the magic starting to roil to life all around them.
After dealing with Voldemort, Harry’s very presence was a little bit suffocating at times. He was so much more powerful now that it wasn’t even funny. Fleur couldn’t say exactly what he’d done, only that it had been… quite successful in making him more powerful.
In that regard, she was somewhat superfluous wasn’t she? Her magic added to Harry’s at this point seemed more like a drop in a bucket than anything else. And yet, he’d stayed true to his word to her anyways. He was giving her what she wanted, what she desired… even though he no longer truly needed her.
And yet, despite all of that… right now, Harry’s presence feels more comforting than suffocating. Even as he unfolds his power to fill every inch of the room half a dozen times over, Fleur feels like she’s being wrapped in a warm blanket. To say nothing of how good it feels to have him inside of her, of course.
Suddenly, Harry’s hand is on her jaw. Fleur’s breath hitches as she looks up into his striking green eyes only to find them glowing with magic. He smiles down at her, even as his cock continues to piston in and out of her clenching cunt.
“Are you ready, Fleur?”
She feels the weight behind those words. It’s not like earlier where he’d asked to make sure she was okay with going through with this. No, this is part of the ritual, and Fleur’s veela senses allow her to see Harry’s magic reaching out to hers, pervading every part of her in the process.
“Y-Yes… I’m ready, Master.”
“Are you willing?”
Beyond a shadow of a doubt. Fleur moans and arches her back, her large breasts jiggling from the motion.
“More than a-anything, Master!”
The bond begins to form then, Fleur able to see it happening in real times even as Harry’s smile becomes fond and amused.
“Are you eager?”
“Yes! I’m eager! I need this, Master! Please!”
She thinks she surprises him, just a little bit, because in the end, the bond snaps into place a little early as Fleur’s magic reacts to her overwhelming desire to be claimed. Harry’s magic was already reaching out, but its on Fleur’s end that things reach their inevitable conclusion, with her magic all but lunging forward to tie itself up in bondage and service to her new Master.
With a grunt, Harry cums inside of her, emptying his balls into her constantly climaxing pussy as Fleur shakes and spasms beneath him for a few more moments before going still. A shuddering breath leaves the part veela’s lips as her eyes shut in immense satisfaction. She can feel it now… how she’s just become part of something so much greater than herself. She can feel every ounce of Harry’s power in far more detail than before and it is… spectacular.
“How are you, Fleur? How are you feeling?”
“I feel perfect, Master… and like I really, really want to suck your cock.”
Harry raises an eyebrow at that, but while Fleur does blush a little bit at blurting such a thing out, she doesn’t back down. Chuckling, Harry pulls out of her and rises to his feet. Taking that as permission, Fleur is quick to move up onto her knees and reach out for his cock. But while Harry does let her hands wrap around his messy dick and begin stroking it up and down, he also places a hand atop her head, stopping her from moving to take him into her mouth immediately.
“You know you don’t have to imbibe my seed anymore to gorge yourself on my power, right? I can just give you magic whenever you need it now.”
Punctuating his point, Harry provides Fleur with more power than she’s ever had in her life. She can tell it’s still a fraction of what he can draw on, even as she gasps… and then pushes out of his grasp and dives forward, taking him in her mouth anyways and making it clear through actions if not words that she doesn’t care.
Chuckling, Harry nods in understanding.
“Very well. Go ahead, pet. You’ve earned it.”
Fleur moans happily at hearing those words from her Master’s mouth. Unfortunately, just as she’s really starting to get into things, but before she can properly begin to deep throat his cock, Harry pauses and frowns, looking off to the side. Pouting with his cock stuffed in her mouth, Fleur tries to get his attention back with a tongue trick, but even that’s not enough.
“… Apologies, but it seems we have an uninvited visitor, Fleur. One second.”
Fleur blinks and pulls back off of Harry’s cock, but before she can ask what he means there’s a sudden flash of fire and a Phoenix hovering in the air a few feet away from them. No, not hovering… held in the air. Fleur can tell that the Phoenix is definitely not flying under its own power at the moment. It probably tried to teleport in only to get caught up in Harry’s magic. Meaning its presence is only allowed by her Master.
Recognizing this, Fleur relaxes and lets her Master take care of his business, whatever this is.
“Hello Fawkes. I’m going to give you and Dumbledore the benefit of the doubt and presume this is not an attack… so do you have a message for me.”
The Phoenix, with great effort, extends a leg to reveal that it does indeed have a rolled up missive. Harry takes it, unfurls it, and reads it… all without ever actually touching the message physically. After a moment, he lets out a sigh.
“… Right.”
Fleur perks up as he looks down at her, but she quickly realizes he’s trying to decide what he’s going to do next… whether he’s going to leave her to take care of whatever this is or not. She doesn’t try to persuade him one way or the other, in the end. He’s her Master now after all. What Harry decides goes.
Comments
JRC
Gee, it appears I am solidly in the minority on this one. Honestly, I just assumed this is less a Dumbledore asking questions thing and more a Harry has to go save Dumbledore's life right now thing.
Erinnyes
It may be winter, but that was hot enough to make me want to turn on the AC. Awesome work.
VaticToxic
I doubt it's that, tbh. Cambrian usually doesn't write characters as incompotent ego tripping dumbasses unless they're Justin Hammer, which is his entire canon character. Please don't let fanon caricatures blind you. Even if he does think Tom is still alive, he has good reason to believe that because of Horcruxes unless he's literally presented with evidence. He has not been. He does not have our meta knowledge about what Harry has done. For all he knows, Tom has died once before and come back even after one Horcrux was destroyed (Diary). He could do it again. For all he knows, Tom is still alive and this is the best time to strike. Harry has proven he can equal, or surpass, Voldemort. Which means he can help hunt the Horcruxes and not just be a burden. And he likely has ideas on where to start with the Diary having been something precious to Tom, rather than just random items Tom could have used.
Kasikan
Except it's likely not. It's Dumbledore thinking Tom is still alive and he must make stupid plans to deal with his eventual return. Even though Tom's body was in front of him, he can't let go of his ego trip that it'd be up to him to come up with the plans that'd save the day. Wouldn't surprise me if he claims Harry is now Tom and starts doing stupid shit to rally forces against him.
Alun Lewis
As much as Dumbles deserves to be left waiting until Harry is good and ready to see him.... if Harry can at least maneuver Dumbledore into being somewhat useful or keep him from stupidly dying for no reason, then Harry should take that step. But.... if Dumbles wants to fuck around "for the greater good", then he's gonna find out that Harry is leagues ahead of him in seeing that future achieved.
VaticToxic
Horny monkey in me wants to blow them off, but Fawkes delivering usually means somewhat urgent or time sensitive. I'll go with middle ground compromise.
Phraxius
Fleur is one eager submissive. Her mother never stood a chance at dissuading her... not least because denial only makes her more interested, lmao.
Nanaya7Nights
Fleur has been Clam jammed a lot at the his point. He should at least finish this and promise her more before leaving to talk to Dumbledore.
Rotaugur
THat is Fleurs big moment, as big as her mariage. She should have the night to herself to serve him to her hearts content, not jave it cut short because of an old meddlesome geezer with a bad habbit of child neglect, endangerment and abuse on the regular .
Rotaugur
Or he could start the process of getting old man dumbles into a senioren residence. I heard the room opposite of his lover if empty. Nourmengard is said to be nicer than azkaban this time of the year, and Gellerd should be happy to see his lover again.
PieBoy4242
This conversation was going to happen eventually. Better let the old man know what's up (at least partially) so he's not bumbling around and inadvertently hampering the plan. Then we can get back to banging Fleur
