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The Bulgarian Coven (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2021-12-18 17:32:12 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Moresome, Teacher/Student, Virgin Sex
Summary: At the Quidditch World Cup, Harry retains his wand instead of having it taken from him during the match. As a result, he finds himself helping the Bulgarian Veela Cheerleaders defend themselves from the Death Eaters attacking. His actions have consequences he wasn't expecting as they all demand the chance to repay the magically powerful young wizard in the best way possible.
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“I fear, my boy, that there isn’t much I can do for you here. The Bulgarian Veela Coven is the oldest and most powerful in the world. The fact that so many of their number spend their time cheering on their country’s Quidditch Team as a hobby only goes to show just how much free time they have on their hands as a result of the wealth, power, and influence they’ve accumulated over the centuries. I wish I could block them in this, but alas, the pull they have over the International Confederation of Wizards is even greater than my own.”
Dumbledore’s words ring through Harry Potter’s head, even as he’s escorted down the hall by a truly gorgeous pair of women. Not human women though, nor even witches. These were full-fledged veela, and they were… they were the most beautiful creatures he’d ever seen. He’d thought that seeing them from afar at the Quidditch World Cup was enough for him, but now he was experiencing them up close and personal. It was an admittedly heady experience.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but be a little trepidatious. Stepping in to defend the Bulgarian Quidditch Team’s veela cheerleaders from the attacking Death Eaters… that’d just been instinct, really. He’d done what he always did when he saw an injustice taking place right in front of him. He’d made his move.
In the aftermath, however, he’d found himself having caught the attention of some apparently very influential international entities. The Bulgarian Veela Coven had declared that a number of their members owed Harry life debts for his bravery and acts of selfless heroism (their exact words, apparently) and had used that to leverage a demand to have him visit their coven before he was to start his Fourth Year at Hogwarts.
“They will try to tempt you, Harry. They cannot keep you against your will, but they will try to make it so that you do not want to leave. Many a promising young wizard has entered a veela coven and never come out again. Not because they were captured or imprisoned or forced to stay, but because once you’ve tasted that sweet of a nectar, everything pales in comparison.”
The Headmaster had tried to make it clear to Harry that he would be in no direct danger on this trip, but that did not mean the indirect danger was not very high. Apparently, a wizard of his displayed power level was almost always sought by the veela covens of Europe. Of course, with the Bulgarian Coven staking their claim, so to speak, there would be no other offers from the others. But that still meant Harry had to survive THIS offer first.
… All he had to do was stay strong, supposedly. According to Dumbledore, he should just be polite, respectful, and ask to leave as soon as the life debts were fulfilled. It all seemed simple enough, but given how grave the Headmaster was about it all, well…
They reach their destination, a pair of beautiful silver doors that his veela escorts push open for him. Harry gives them both a polite smile and nod of thanks, trying not to stare too much at their… attributes. Of course, even their silver-blonde hair and pristine, perfectly sculpted faces are easy to get caught staring at. It’s almost impossible to look anywhere on a veela up this close and not get caught up in their gorgeous natures.
Still, he steels himself and steps through the doors, entering a large antechamber where even more of the Bulgarian Coven awaits him. They’re all along the walls, mostly, but there are also three women in the center of the large room, all of whom are familiar to him… they were some of the Bulgarian Cheer Team and were indeed specifically targeted by Death Eaters that night. Of course, now they’re dressed in flowing, shimmering robes, with circlets on their brows that are not shared by the rest of the coven. They look… royal, to Harry’s uneducated eyes.
The one in the middle smiles softly and steps forward, taking hold of Harry’s hands in her own as she closes the distance between them as soon as he’s entered the room’s inner circle.
“Harry James Potter. It is a pleasure to see you again, and to meet you properly this time. Though, I would not be the only veela to say they were happy to meet a conquering wizard in the midst of doing great deeds on our behalf.”
Harry blushes a little. Her English is flawless, he notes, her speech eloquent. Her tone, meanwhile, is a calming mixture of amused and affectionate, as she rubs soothing circles into the back of his hands.
“U-Um… t-thanks? I just… I just did what anyone would do, really.”
Something flashes in her eyes, and there are even some titters from the veela around them at his words. Smiling almost adoringly, the one seemingly in charge shakes her head.
“No… no you did not. Harry, I could spend the rest of our lives telling you tales of horror and fear, regarding the ways wizards have preyed upon me and my sisters for centuries, nay, for millennium. The number of humans who have stepped up, who have stood between us and their own kin to protect us from their depravations… it can be numbered on one hand.”
What? Surely that can’t be. Something of Harry’s stupefaction must show on her face, because the veela’s smile turns sad.
“You are a unique existence, Harry James Potter. Which is why, when we looked further into the boy wizard who had chosen to protect no matter the cost, we knew we needed to help you. I am Adyelya, and this coven is my pride and joy, as well as my responsibility. You saved me and mine sisters that night, Harry. And so, the Bulgarian Coven has come together to save you.”
Blinking rapidly, Harry looks around the room, seeing hunger in many eyes, but also a level of care and affection from strangers that he finds hard to believe or stomach, given his life. Incredulous, the young wizard furrows his brow and shakes his head.
“S-Save me? From what?”
Adyelya’s response is immediate.
“From those who would hunt you. From those who would use you. And most importantly of all, from yourself.”
Before Harry can even begin to formulate a response to that, the Coven Leader abruptly reaches up and presses her fingers into his lightning bolt scar. Harry’s green eyes go wide as he cries out in pain and agony. He almost drops to his knees then and there, but the two veela who escorted him in turn out to be just behind him, catching him before he can fall.
Nearly whiting out from the blistering agony, Harry can’t be sure how long she presses those fingers to his scar, only that when she finally pulls away, the relief from the pain is immense. It doesn’t quell his rising anger though.
“Y-You… what did you just do?! W-Why?”
Far from malicious or evil, Adyelya’s look is positively pitying, though there’s a soft smile on her lips, as she shows him her fingers… CAKED in a black ichor.
“There was a fragment of your archnemesis’ soul in your forehead, Harry. I’ve burned it out of you.”
Harry can only gawk, as right before his eyes, that black ichor turns to so much ash in a blaze of silver veela fire. The Coven Leader’s smile grows, and she nods her head.
“You deserve to be more than fodder in two old men’s war, Harry Potter. But you also deserve a choice. It is mine and my coven’s distinct pleasure to make sure you know every choice available to you. Please, let us show you what you can have, if you tear yourself free of the invisible shackles that bind you.”
Harry isn’t even sure what to say, nor what to do. Right before his eyes, Adyelya, the veela leader of the Bulgarian Coven, slips her shimmering dress off of her pale shoulders, letting it fall down her beautiful body, exposing every last inch of her gorgeous, naked flesh. The two others who had been standing with her do the same… as do the two that were helping him keep his feet.
Further out, the rest of the veela in the room bare themselves as well, though theirs is a more abstract beauty, given that they are so far from him physically. They’re like background art, like a risqué wallpaper that one has to look for to notice. And it’s all but impossible to pay much attention to those veela in the background, when Harry is so busy staring at the naked flesh right in front of his eyes.
Surrounded by so much feminine flesh, Harry isn’t sure what he’s expecting next. Certainly, he’s not expecting five of the most regal creatures he’s ever seen, women who have such grace and poise even in their birthday suits, to drop to their knees before him. Adyelya is the first to sink down to her knees, and with the help of her fellows, quickly pulls his cock from its confines.
Harry, who hasn’t even ever kissed a girl at this point, can only blush profusely as the beautiful veela temptresses work over his shaft with their hands, cooing and moaning their appreciation.
“You are quite well-endowed, Harry… quite well-endowed indeed.”
A swell of pride washes over him, though it’s accompanied by bemusement. He supposes he wouldn’t know if he was… big, or not. He’d never really tried to compare, even though he lived in a dormitory, even though he changed frequently in the Gryffindor Locker Room before and after Quidditch Matches.
Still, given that multiple hands can fit on his cock, helping to stroke at it while they also pay special attention to his balls, he supposes he’s fairly impressive in size. Not so impressive that Adyelya doesn’t happily spread her perfectly sculpted lips and stretch her jaw to take him in her mouth a few moments later, slowly descending down his length while her gorgeous blue eyes stare up at him intently.
The other four, meanwhile, are rubbing themselves up against him, the two behind him having come back to their feet to press their breasts into his back and sides interchangeably. And all the while, along the outskirts of the antechamber, the background veela of the coven have begun engaging in some… female-on-female debauchery, taking pleasure from one another, seemingly content with that and getting to watch, but not touch Harry himself.
Mouth paradoxically both bone dry and watering, Harry begins to see what Dumbledore meant by the risk and by how veela covens ‘stole’ promising young wizards. Because… he was very much in danger of being stolen right here, right now. And not just because Adyelya and her coven were all so fucking beautiful, and Adyelya was sucking his cock like she was happy to do so.
No, it was also because… because despite everything, his head felt fucking clearer than it had at any point in his entire life. With the pain of whatever she’d done to him having dissipated, its like Harry has been dealing with a painful migraine every day of his living memory up until now. His thoughts are so clear finally that he… he can’t even comprehend it, truly.
At the same time, he IS being sucked off by a truly beautiful woman.
“Adyelya… I’m getting close…”
Rather than pull back, Adyelya bobs up and down on his cock even harder. One of the other four veela pressing herself against him is the one who answers him.
“Do it, Harry. Cum for her. There is nothing the Coven Matron would love more than to drink your magically enriched seed. It would be a boon for any of us to get the opportunity to swallow your cum.”
Well… shit. That was more than enough to tip Harry over the edge, and with a groan, he cums down Adyelya’s convulsing throat. She swallows every last drop, not missing a single bit. Not even a little trail trickles out of the side of her mouth to mar her pristine face. She drinks it all down, and when she pulls off, her tongue swirls along his cock as well, cleaning it up so that when he finally pops free of her lips, his dick glistens ever so slightly with nothing more than a thin layer of saliva.
Rising to her feet, Adyelya inclines her head to him.
“Thank you, Harry, for the gift. Please… allow us to show you more. Allow us to give you more. If you wish to leave, you are allowed to go at any time. If you wish to return to your old life and have no further contact with us, you need only say the word.”
He wants to stay, truly he does… but he also knows he should go. And yet… and yet…
“I… I don’t want to go. B-But how do I know that’s not the allure?”
He’s expecting to piss them off with that, but it needs to be said. However, far from looking hurt or offended, Adyelya… is amused.
“Only wizards with weak wills and weak magic succumb to our allure Harry. Tis why we must work so hard to convince those that are stronger through more conventional seduction methods. If you do not believe me, look around. These four and I are no stronger than the rest of the coven, when it comes to allure. And every single veela in here has been flaring her allure in the hopes of snaring you personally since you entered.”
Harry’s eyes go wide, and he looks around at that, seeing so many lustful gazes, even belonging to those who are involved with their fellow veela in female-on-female action. He can somewhat feel it, their allures, now that he knows what to look for… and he can feel just how little they’re actually effecting him.
“If you were so weak as to succumb to a veela’s allure, you would be ravenous right now. You would be rushing from veela to veela in this chamber, slaking your lusts upon our bodies. The fact that you remain here, before me, still capable of speech and not even moving… it speaks to your control. We cannot make you do anything you do not want to. We cannot make you feel anything you aren’t already feeling. If you want to stay with us, it is because you want to stay with us, Harry.”
Leaning forward, Adyelya puts her fingers under his chin and smiles at him dotingly.
“Perhaps, just this once… it is okay to be selfish?”
Harry’s swallows for a moment… and then he lets out a shuddering and gives in. Not to the veela, but to his own desires. It just so happens that in this case, his own desires and the desires of the Bulgarian Veela Coven, are one in the same.
In the next few moments, he finds himself losing his virginity to the Coven Matron Adyelya. With her sisters holding her aloft, acting as a soft bed for their coupling, Harry sinks his sizable cock into her gorgeously tight pussy, filling her to the brim and then some with his man meat. She eggs him on, and he fucks her… he fucks her for longer than he can keep track of. Time… time loses meaning as Harry lets himself get lost in her body.
But of course, she’s only the first. After he cums inside of her, finishing for the second time that day, Harry expects to be tired and spent. But instead, it’s like he’s stronger than ever before.
“The scar was holding you back, Harry. Let us see just how high you can fly, young wizard.”
And indeed, it turns out he can fly very high. He fucks the rest of the initial group of five, plowing all four of Adyelya’s handmaidens or whatever they’re called. He pounds them all silly, and creampies each and every one of them as well. In the process, he learns their names. Bisera, Ivanka, Mihaila, and Tsveta. He fucks them, cums inside of them, and leaves them with blissed out expressions on their faces.
Yet still Harry is not tired. That’s when he moves on to the rest of the Bulgarian Coven. And that does mean ALL of them. One by one, and he admittedly doesn’t get the names for the others past the initial five, Harry fucks veela after veela. He also gets a lesson as he goes. According to Adyelya, a powerful wizard and a veela coven form a symbiotic relationship. The reason he’s able to just keep going is as much to do with them as it is to do with him. He fucks them, and in turn they feed back into him, propping him up further.
Its good to know he’s not entirely superhuman, but at the same time, Adyelya explains that he wouldn’t be able to survive this if he weren’t as magically powerful as he was. Again and again, Harry fucks Bulgarian veela. Again and again, he fills them with his seed.
He doesn’t stop until he’s plowed the entire population of the antechamber silly. Thirty, perhaps? Forty? Maybe even fifty? He doesn’t keep count, in all honesty.
But one thing is for sure, as it all winds down and Harry finds himself sitting in Adyelya’s lap, his head back against the Coven Matron’s massive rack while Bisera and Ivanka both work their tongues up and down his cock and Mihaila and Tsveta are cleaning the remnants of his last load off of one another’s fronts.
… He’s not leaving. Harry sends a silent apology Dumbledore’s way, but ultimately feels at peace with his decision. The Headmaster was right to be worried, because while Harry has every choice in the matter, while he is not trapped here nor imprisoned… he also knows this is where he will be happiest. And so, he’s going to stay.
Comments
Pure Dingo
I want to see them teaching his magic, not just normal magic but sex magic as well. You said the coven and him ad a symbiotic relationship so why not expand on that so him learning fire magic with green fire tinted because of the killing curse, use it to kill Voldemort during the 3rd task. I also agree with KMC27 about him returning to Hogwarts for the TWT and bringing the Veela coven with them all pregnant, while he is there he would add the Delacours to his list of lovers.
SiriusSmut55
Would love to see a part two where Harry walks into Hogwarts with the Veela Coven after having his name put into the Goblet of Fire. The reactions would be hilarious, especially if the Veela were all pregnant
Lord of Debauchery
A Good End in my books 🤤
Hadrian512
Gonna need a part 2, lol
Nicholas Carlstrom
Yeah, I third the comments above, I’d love to see more from this idea.
I agree. Maybe even make it that Harry gets those Veela-Covens pregnant.. 🤔😉
Bellerophon
This could be a nice series. They find out Harry’s too powerful and he begins to tire out the Bulgarian veela so they reach out to other covens like the French veela and you could introduce the Delacours etc.
