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Professor Potter Ch. 37 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2022-10-12 15:06:12 +0000 UTCA/N: Harry and Gabrielle finally get together~
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As he walks through the halls of Chateau Delacour, Harry reflects on what just happened between him and Apolline Delacour. He would have liked to think that it wasn’t completely him, that it was Apolline’s allure agitating him to the point of aggression. But the truth was, he knew better at this point. If her allure had actually worked on him, it would have made him more pliant and submissive, not more aggressive and domineering.
Maybe this was him. Maybe this was who he was. One thing was for sure… he had a job to do, and he wasn’t leaving without getting it done.
“’Arry!”
Turning the corner, Harry isn’t surprised to see a fretful Fleur outside of what had to be Gabriel’s bedroom, wringing her hands and pacing back and forth nervously. At seeing him and NOT seeing her mother, Fleur Delacour stops in her tracks, looking VERY uncertain.
“U-um… I…”
Reaching her, Harry gives in to his impulses and grabs Fleur by the hair, pulling her into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. The part veela almost immediately capitulates, surrendering to the tongue he thrusts partway down the back of her throat. Moaning, she writhes in his grip, even as he reaches out with his other hand and fondles one of her tits, manhandling her like… well, like the man he is.
Eventually, they do pull apart, though not before Harry has left Fleur panting and gasping and not just for air either. Blushing profusely, the beautiful blonde French witch wiggles as he looks her directly in the eye.
“M-My mother?”
The smirk that spreads across his face comes much too easily, but Harry doesn’t fight it as he shakes his head.
“Taken care of.”
The quiver that runs through Fleur’s body catches his eye. Did she just cum from that? He’s half-tempted to investigate… before deciding he really doesn’t need to hold himself back, not with the Delacours.
Reaching down, he slides his hand right up under Fleur’s dress and into her panties. She gasps, her own hands grabbing at his arm. Not to push him away from her, but for support as she doubles over his fingers, which slide right into her incredibly sticky, sopping wet cunt.
To be fair, he can’t say for certain whether she was just this aroused the entire time, or whether she’d just freshly orgasmed. In the end, it doesn’t really matter because within a few moments of him beginning to nonchalantly and roughly finger her, Fleur Delacour cums all the same, her inner walls flexing and clenching down around his cock as she lets out a pitiful whine in the back of her throat.
“Nnngh~”
Harry watches her in amusement and pleasure for a moment before withdrawing from her. Fleur gasps as his hands leave her body, forcing her to collapse back against the wall for support. For a moment, she looks downright plaintive, as though she’s going to beg him to take care of her needs… but to her credit, she stops herself after a moment, forcing herself to stay quiet. After all, her sister is right through that door, and Gabrielle is the reason Harry is even here.
Harry knows the younger veela is through the door, because he can feel her. It’s how he knew where to go in the first place, his instincts guiding him towards this part of the Chateau. Once he made up his mind to search her out and help her, it was all too easy, as though Gabrielle had become a beacon. There was nothing for it, really.
Turning away from Fleur, Harry squares his shoulders as he steps up to the door to Gabrielle Delacour’s quarters. If he can feel her this strongly without even being in the same room as her… well, it is what it is. Steeling himself, Harry reaches for the door handle and pushes inside.
He is… immediately buffeted by waves and waves of arousal and lust. Gabrielle’s allure is out of control. Now to be fair, Harry already knew that. It was sort of the point of him being here in the first place. But you know what they said… seeing was believing.
Laid out on the bed, panting and twisting and turning in a cute little nightie, is Gabrielle Delacour. She’s covered from head to toe in sweat, but far from stinking up the place or coming across as disgusting or gross… her scent hits Harry’s nostrils like a stunning spell and he’s rock hard in mere moments. Luckily he hadn’t bothered to get redressed in any way. His cock grows hard in open air, standing at attention and bobbing up and down in the direction of Gabrielle and the bed in a handful of seconds.
That handful of seconds is all Gabrielle needs to realize she’s not alone. The youngest Delacour positively shoots up in bed, her eyes zeroing in on Harry… and then more specifically, Harry’s cock.
“… ‘Arry? ‘Arry P-Potter? Am I hallucinating… I don’t understand… how can you be here?”
Of all the Delacour women, Gabrielle’s accent is the weakest. It’s only his name that she apparently can’t quite get right, though he’s not about to hold that against her. Instead, he watches her with a soft smile as he walks forward, deeper into the room.
“You’re not hallucinating, Gabrielle. I really am here. Your sister sent for me. Your mother has… given her blessing. I’m here to help you.”
Even as he takes a gentle tone with her, he’s flexing his fingers. He’s on edge to be honest. Gabrielle’s allure… it’s both worse and better than Apolline Delacour’s. The part veela’s half-veela mother wasn’t completely honest about things. Her allure was barely comparable to Gabrielle’s. Maybe they were similar in power, but Harry didn’t even think that part was true.
What Apolline’s allure had that Gabrielle’s didn’t, was a focused intent behind it. A very intelligent mind and a direction of purpose. Gabrielle’s allure, on the other hand, was running wild. There was no other way of describing it. It wasn’t even focused on him, though he was having to fight hard to not let it take him to his knees either literally or metaphorically.
Luckily, he’d already made his decision on how he was going to handle Gabrielle’s first heat. Because the young veela doesn’t wait for him to finish approaching the bed. She all but lunges at him, eyes wide and fingers outstretched like claws. Harry… Harry is ready for her.
His wand snaps up in his opposite hand and he arrests her momentum, stopping her midair mere inches away from him. His free, flexing hand comes up a moment later and wraps snugly around Gabrielle’s throat, holding her by her neck right then and there.
“No, Gabrielle. That’s not how this is going to work.”
Gabrielle whines and struggles mightily against his magic. Mightier than her mother did, that’s for sure. But Harry wasn’t having it. He was prepared for this. Prepared to go rather… hard on the youngest Delacour. There’d been a moment when he’d been unsure if he would be able to separate the young Gabrielle he’d known years ago, from the young woman that was before him now.
But he no longer had those compunctions. Gabrielle Delacour was all grown up and ALL woman, her beautiful body staring him right in the face through the sweat-drenched, rather sheer nightie she’s wearing.
As she fights with all her might to get her hands on him, likely to make him do all sorts of things to her, Harry just smiles. Luckily for her, he already planned to do those things. But they were going to do this HIS way.
“I’ve conquered your sister, Gabrielle. I’ve conquered your mother. Now, I’m going to conquer you.”
His words hit her like hammers, knocking her out of her frenzy for a moment as she stares at him with newly rewidened eyes.
“F-Fleur? M-Mama?”
Harry nods.
“… T-They got you before I did?! They-MMPH!”
Gabrielle begins to howl at that, but Harry lunges forward and silences her with a not-so-simple kiss. He covers her mouth with his own, and in a mirror of what he just did with Fleur, he shoves his tongue past Gabrielle’s lips, pushing deeply into her maw. The young part veela proves to be an enthusiastic kisser, kissing him right back. And slowly but surely, her struggles abate as he takes up her concentration with the impromptu makeout session.
Harry dominates Gabrielle’s mouth for who knows how long, before pointing his wand at her and slowly pushing her back down to her bed with his magic. His other hand remains fixed on her throat, a reminder of just who’s in charge here. Not that he expects her to just submit just yet… no, she’s still in a somewhat frenzied state, and she would be all over him if he didn’t have her held in place.
As it is, her allure is still buffeting against his senses nonstop. There’s no helping that, but Harry is feeling better and better as things go on. Maybe he’s developing some sort of resistance, or maybe Gabrielle is calming down. Either way… there’s only one thing to do.
His hand on her throat comes down for a moment to grab hold of her nightie. He yanks it down her body, pulling it off of her shoulders, off of her arms, and down her torso to her legs. Gabrielle squeaks and wriggles and writhes as he forces it all the way down to her ankles and then off of her feet entirely. She’s not wearing anything underneath it of course, leaving her pale, sweat-covered, glistening frame completely revealed before his eyes.
As Harry pushes her further back onto the bed, he spreads her legs wide, his cock slapping down upon her sopping pussy mound and her throbbing clit. Her nipples are also fully erect, standing at attention on the peaks of her twin perky breasts.
She looks imminently fuckable like this, and Harry only hesitates for a moment before sliding his cock down to her entrance, his tip pressing against her slit.
Gabrielle watches this with perpetually wide eyes, lips parted but no words coming out. She’s not fighting him at the moment, but Harry knows better than to pull back on his magic. He continues to pin her down, both physically and magically, even as he slowly starts to push forward into her cunt. He does so on purpose, taking his time with it, even as Gabrielle whines and whimpers and begins to struggle again.
She’s trying to hump her hips up into his cock, to make him fuck her faster. She’s trying to turn the tables and flip them both over entirely, so she can take control even now. Harry doesn’t even think she’s doing it consciously… it’s all instinct. A veela’s natural instinct is to take control, to dominate, to be the aggressor.
But Harry has proved twice over already that those instincts can be reversed with the right wizard. And so he endeavors to do a third time, taking his time taking Gabrielle’s virginity, showing her just who’s in charge and that that’s not going to change.
His hand goes back to her throat, and he forces her to look him in the eye.
“Mine. My pace. My control. My Gabrielle Delacour.”
Gabrielle pants and whines… before frantically nodding.
“Y-Yes! Yes ‘Arry! Yours! Just f-fuck me, please! Harder! I need it harder!”
He can tell she’s not actually breaking or anything like that. She’s just telling him what he wants to hear. But he can also tell that going slow and trying to tease it out of her isn’t truly working. He needs to match her, energy for energy. If she won’t match him… then he’ll bring things up to her level and dominate her at every turn.
With a lustful growl, Harry picks up the pace. Gabrielle’s reaction is instantaneous. Her eyes grow lidded, her lips form into a cute little o, and she lets out a melodic moan as her pussy walls clench around his cock in excitement. He begins to piston in and out of her harder and faster, and it’s not long before she’s losing it, happily so, upon his cock.
Her legs wrap around his waist, her toes curling as her feet bounce in the air behind him. The entire bed shakes with the force that Harry is putting behind his thrusts, pounding away into Gabrielle’s pussy with reckless abandon. He’s fucking her nonstop, and she’s really responding, clearly loving every second of it. Her younger, suppler frame feels perfect under him, just like her mother and sister did. Harry honestly can’t get enough of her… but he also recognizes he needs to stay in control, even now.
Leaning forward, he captures Gabrielle’s mouth with his own again. He kisses her harshly and deeply, their tongues wrestling and swapping spit. His comes out on top though, as it must. He dominates her mouth just as he’s dominating the rest of her, and slowly but surely he can feel Gabrielle truly giving way before him. It’s harder than taming Fleur or Apolline was, to his surprise. Whether that’s because the older two veela wanted it, or because Gabrielle doesn’t know WHAT she wants in the middle of this heat, Harry does not know.
But one thing is for certain, and that’s that he can’t stop now. So he doesn’t. He continues fucking Gabrielle Delacour through orgasm after orgasm, pounding into her cunt with so much force that he’s ramming up against the entrance of her womb itself.
He didn’t think this was who he was… but if nothing else, the Delacours have brought something dark and untamed out of him. They’ve helped him uncover a part of himself he did not know existed, that he does not recognize. However, the more he fucks Gabrielle after having dominated both Fleur and Apolline… the more he’s becoming familiar with this new version of himself.
Perhaps this was what he needed to be all along. Perhaps this was who he was supposed to be not just here at Chateau Delacour, but also back in Hogwarts. Perhaps this was what he needed to take the fight to the Lodge of Sorceresses and the enemies of his other allies, once and for all.
They pull apart for air after a moment, he and Gabrielle. And it’s in that moment that Gabrielle whines out, getting his attention.
“P-Please! Please, inside! Fill me with your seed, ‘Arry! Breed me! Make me your bitch! Make me your c-cum dump!”
Harry almost pauses, before catching himself and continuing to plow Gabrielle silly. It’s not an entirely unexpected request. She’s in heat after all, her first ever heat. But still… he can’t possibly give her what she wants. Not under these circumstances. She’s under the influence of her heat. It would be better for him to refrain for now, and offer when she was in a better state of mind, surely…
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Keeper
Well going by the voting, guess it's time to do what the Delcours want and tie them to the Potter family by blood. The french mistresses who are the start of the new branch family, daughters and mother submitted to the same man. Their coat of arms can be a Veela clutching a lightning bolt or something :P (I'm guessing in this canon Fleur's dad died in the attack at her wedding to Bill I'm guessing?)
