Amour Et Officium Ch. 11

Content Warnings: Semi-Clothed, Breast Play, Nipple Play, Teasing, Creampie, Breeding.

Harry awoke to the gentle caress of Fleur’s fingers. He shot up from her lap, his lips parted in a silent scream as he looked around at the dark and eerily quiet compartment.

“I… there was-” he rasped, looking around the tiny space with wild eyes.

Fleur’s touch was gentle as she wrapped a hand around her future mate’s arm, gently pulling him into the warmth of her full bosom. “It’s okay, mon cheri,” Fleur whispered reassuringly. Her tone was gentle, but her voice carried in it a quiet anger that Harry had never experienced before. In their month together he had come to think of her as an easy-going, flirtatious woman, so alike his godfather in temperament if not looks that Daphne had taken to calling them the ‘Terrible Duo’.

Seeing his usually composed girlfriend’s face full of pure rage was enough to snap Harry out of his stupor.

“My head feels heavy,” he whispered, gladly sinking into the comfort of her soft chest.

“What’s the last thing you remember, Harry?” Fleur asked, gently running her fingers through his messy black hair.

“Ginny… she came in… Ron was there?”

Fleur frowned. Harry seemed worse than she had expected. The confusion, the sheer panic and terror, the heightened emotions… all tell-tale signs of a close encounter with those horrible creatures. But unlike the others, his symptoms showed no signs of subsiding.

“You went to Ron, remember, Harry? You threatened him,” Fleur whispered, brushing her lips against his clammy forehead. She could feel him slipping away and knew she had to take drastic steps if she didn’t want her love to spend a month under a healer’s care.

“W-why? He’s a friend,” Harry stuttered, closing his eyes. His head was throbbing, an unearthly screaming echoing through his mind again and again. Try as he might, he could not place where he’d heard the scream.

“It doesn’t matter. You were not yourself.” She gently guided his head down to her lap, allowing her to unbutton the drab white blouse that was part of her new Hogwarts uniform.

“There was someone else… I remember a scabbed hand. It looked diseased, more skeletal than human,” Harry murmured, shuddering at the memory of the slow, rattling breaths of the creature he had encountered. Everything about it had seemed specially designed to induce fear and panic.

“It was a dementor. They searched the train.”

“The guards from Azkaban? What’re they doing here?”

“I do not know. It does not matter, mon amour,” Fleur murmured, slipping out of her blouse. She unclipped her sports bra with a practiced hand, tossing it onto the seat opposite them. “You did not know what they look like?”

“Sirius never let me read anything about the place. As for school… it hardly seems like a topic for casual discussion,” Harry replied, his eyes flying open as he felt the gentle caress of her warm skin. He came face to face with her voluptuous breasts, his face pressed against the creamy skin. “W-what are you doing?”

“You need the warmth, Harry, and you need the Allure,” Fleur replied before starting to hum a hymn under her breath.

Harry frowned. The Allure? He knew they had agreed to go further than kissing once they got to school but their current situation hardly seemed like the appropriate time or place to further their relationship. His lips parted to argue exactly that point only to close with a happy sigh as the first notes of her singing hit his ears.

He felt a warmth enveloping him. It not only filled him with desire for the gracious goddess who was guiding his lips towards her stiff, rosy peak but also banished the cold dread that had settled in his very soul.

Fleur kept singing, silently coaxing him to take her creamy flesh into his mouth. Harry didn’t need much convincing. Her natural beauty was enough to sway most men, but even men with wills as strong as his found the combination of her beauty, allure, and angelic singing impossible to resist.

He took as much of her heavy breast in his mouth as he could, letting her pull him down with her as she laid down on the bench on her back. Throughout it all she kept singing the haunting melody, her voice only cracking when his tongue lashed against her erect nipple, gently lapping at the sensitive nub.

“T-take me, Harry,” she whispered, her accent much more pronounced as she gave herself up to the effects of the Allure.

It had never failed to surprise her how often her kind was portrayed as evil seductresses when their powers affected them as much as they did their partner.

“Here?” Harry breathed. His body had betrayed him well before he voiced his doubts, his hands moving to his jeans, shaky fingers struggling to unbutton and pull down the snug pants.

Fleur nodded before breaking out into song once more.

Harry glanced at the shut door and drawn curtains of the compartment, acting like he was truly about to choose between the two options in front of him. In reality, he had pulled away from her only for as long as it took to shimmy out of his pants, letting them and his boxers pool around his ankles before he climbed on top of the gorgeous blonde once more.

She didn’t open her eyes, simply spreading her legs in a quiet invitation to claim her.

Harry looked down at his rock-hard cock, the sudden turn of events throwing him for a spin. Within a span of minutes, he had gone from feeling like and wishing for death to wanting to celebrate life and all its pleasures with his beautiful mate.

He pushed her black skirt up to her waist, revealing inch after inch of unblemished pale skin. Her inner thighs were glinting in the flickering dim lights of the carriage, her skin coated with the arousal leaking out of her pussy. Harry shuddered as the scent hit his nose, his cock throbbing with unfulfilled desire.

Her song petered out just as he was pushing her soaked panties to one side, guiding his tip into her wet slit with his free hand. Her eyes flickered open to stare at the looming figure on top of her, the electric blue orbs alight with affection and desire.

“H-have you-” Harry started, only to be cut off by her musical laugh. He flushed, groaning quietly as he slowly sank into the welcoming warmth of her tight pussy.

“Not all of us have the same antiquated notions of waiting till marriage, mon amour,” Fleur teased, a breathy moan escaping her lips as her walls stretched to accommodate his impressive girth. Her slender legs wrapped around his waist, the heels on her feet clacking quietly when she crossed her ankles. “If I did, I’d never be able to have sex. I’ll never be a wife in the traditional sense, oui?”

“I’ll treat you like my wife,” Harry promised, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Don’t be mean to Daphne.”

“And when she’s… oh, merde! You feel so good, Harry!” Fleur groaned, wrapping her arms around his broad frame. Her nails dug into his shirt, slowly raking down his back. He was sheathed inside her, the gentle jolts of the train as it sprang back to life causing his tip to brush against her g-spot every few seconds. “When she’s mean to me?” she breathed, bucking her hips to draw him further inside her.

“I punish her,” Harry growled.

“Will you be… punishing me?” Fleur asked cheekily, her melodious laughter turning into desperate whining as his teeth sunk into the unblemished skin of her neck. Harry sucked a hickey right over her pulse point, causing the girl to moan and trash futilely against his body.

Harry grabbed her wrists, stretching her arms over her head and pinning them to the seat. “Don’t tempt me.” He pumped in and out of her lazily, more than content to take his time and enjoy her statuesque body and the warmth seeping down into his very core.

“I… ah… it will be the first time a Veela is happy to pay the bride price in three hundred years, sire,” Fleur moaned, rocking her hips in time with him.

“Oh, Harry! You’re magnificent,” Fleur groaned, her eyes fluttering down to admire the gentle swell of her flat belly every time he pushed inside her.

She could feel him deep in her belly with every lazy thrust, her physiology subtly altering her body to match her mate’s desires.

In a true bonding, Veela had no need for scraps of paper and crude binding spells. She was bound to him even without the official ceremony. He was her mate, her liege and sire.

Her Allure was by now out of her control, filling the small carriage with an atmosphere of love and desire, easily banishing the cold remnants of the darkness left behind by the dementors.

“Please! Harry! I want your seed in my belly!” Fleur groaned. His slow pace was sheer torture and all she could do to speed up her impending orgasm was rock her hips weakly in time with his thrusts. Even that was becoming more difficult with every passing minute, her body finding it difficult to keep up given how much strength she was spending to maintain her Allure at full blast. “Sir! Please! Let me bear your heirs!” Fleur begged, tears of joy flowing down her cheeks.

“Will you cum for me, my pretty flower?” Harry in a quiet whisper. He was laboring for every breath, grunting quietly as he fought the animalistic lust threatening to take over his mind and body. She could see him struggling, but the fact that he was strong enough to resist her Allure even at its full strength only served to turn her on further. She could easily turn men of weaker wills into simpering idiots with her power. With her liege, it only seemed powerful enough to lower his inhibitions and unleash his primal desires.

Considering being railed in a skirt was so much preferable to being slobbered over, she was coming to the realization that her mother had chosen the perfect man to take responsibility for her.

“Are you close?” Harry asked, intertwining their fingers together. He sped up the pace of his hips, slamming deep into her with every thrust.

Fleur nodded desperately.

“Cum for me, my beautiful angel.”

Her body chose that exact moment to come undone, almost like it was obeying her mate’s orders. “MON AMOUR!” Fleur screamed, babbling incoherently in French as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the strength of the orgasm rocking through her body shattering the last of her composure. Her pussy flooded with her cum, soaking the shaft still pistoning in and out of her fluttering pussy before it was squirted out.

“You’re making a mess, darling,” Harry teased as her arousal coated his skin from belly to thighs. “Do you-” Harry groaned, his balls tightening. “Can I-” Harry tried again, his lips parted in a low moan, the man desperately trying to keep his breathing in time with his hard thrusts into her slick pussy.

“Yes. Yes. In me. Only there, sir!” Fleur screamed, before lapsing back into incoherent rambling and moans.

Harry groaned loudly as he came undone. He collapsed on top of her body, his cock buried deep inside her.

“As far as first times go,” Harry whispered, panting for breath, “that was pretty spectacular.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, peppering her skin with kisses as his throbbing manhood slowly filled her up with his cum.

“Never in my experiences… Non, never in my life have I experienced such happiness,” Fleur whispered, staring up at the drab brown ceiling of the compartment with pure joy etched on her face. Her platinum blonde hair flared out around her head in a halo, the girl the very image of the nickname she had been given by her mate.

“Do you think anyone overhead us?” Harry whispered once he had recovered enough to speak. He was still on top of her, resting his head on her soft breasts while she tiredly played with his hair.

“I don’t think so,” Fleur murmured, threading his fingers through his messy black locks. They were her favorite part of his body, his beautiful green eyes coming a close second.

Mustn’t forget his cock, her brain reminded her with an exhausted giggle.

“If they had, someone would have interrupted us, if only to see. We put on quite the show, sir,” Fleur whispered, glancing up at the window. The train had started moving sometime during the consummation of their bond, rushing past dark forests as it sped towards its destination. “We’re moving again. I bet everyone is just trying to recover from the effects of those… those vile creatures.” Fleur scowled. “Sirius carried you to the very last box-”

“Bogey.”

“Bogey in the train before going to have a word with the driver. We’re quite alone in this part of the train.”

“The others. Are they-”

“They’re fine. Sirius and I came up to the bathroom just as the dementor was opening the door. Sirius banished the dementor and carried you here. I told him I’d take care of you so he could go check on Daphne,” Fleur said, cutting him off mid-question. “He came by a few minutes before you woke up to inform me that they’ve left the train. Susan and Hermione are taking care of Ginny and Daphne. They were affected almost as badly by the dementors as you were. Sue has gone with Sirius to talk to the driver and figure out what happened.”

“What were they doing here?” Harry asked, gently kissing Fleur’s aching nipple. “The dementors?”

Fleur hissed, gently twisting her body to allow his lips easy access to her breast. Harry happily accepted the offer, tracing the rim of her large pink areola with kisses.

“Sirius thinks they were here to hunt Remus Lupin. As if,” Fleur scoffed in between quiet moans. “Not even he is mad enough to get on this train. No, my love. This was a reminder from that stupid little Minister of yours. He may have lost his Veela prize, but he wanted to remind you of his power,” Fleur muttered, her hatred of Fudge evident in her voice.

“As much as Fudge gives me the creeps, I doubt even he would be demented enough to subject an entire train full of people to dementors just to get back at me.”

“That only leaves room for a scarier possibility,” Fleur whimpered, arching her back in response to Harry wrapping his lips around her aching nipple. He sucked, trying to draw out something she couldn’t provide him. Yet.

“Which is?” Harry asked, rolling her nipple between his teeth.

“T-that… oh!” She shuddered as he began to massage her sensitive breasts. “That they’re not entirely under his control! Those are the kind of creatures you definitely want on a tight leash,” she whispered, breathing heavily.

“As horrifying as the thought is, that would be on brand for Fudge,” Harry muttered, reluctantly rolling off her. He was nearly ready for round two and while she looked more than happy to partake in another session of slightly more vigorous lovemaking, the thinning forests visible through the window were a clear indication that they were close to Hogwarts. “Guess we’ll just tell everyone to have as many orgies as they can, considering how sex seems to completely reverse the effects they have on people. I feel great,” Harry whispered in quiet wonderment as he pulled up his pants.

Fleur chuckled. “As nice as that sounds, sir,” Fleur murmured, her luscious platinum hair tumbling over her shoulders to hide her breasts from view as she sat up. “The sex was a side effect of the cure, not the cure itself. It’s the Allure that reversed the effects of the dementors. I’m not skilled enough in wielding it to tamp down the sexual component of it yet,” Fleur explained, wriggling out of her panties. She used them to clean her cum-stained thighs, her eyes glinting as she leaned over and pushed the ruined fabric into the back pocket of his jeans. “A reminder of the first time you claimed your Veela mate, and a promise of many more to come.” She winked, grinning flirtatiously.

Harry blushed, knowing the wet fabric would be a constant reminder of what they’d done on the train throughout the remainder of the journey and the Welcome Feast in Hogwarts. He was just glad his cloak would cover the inevitable wet spot the knickers would leave on his jeans.

He could have easily pulled them out and tossed them away or stored them somewhere else.

Except… he didn’t want to. Fleur knew exactly what she was doing. He had held off from sleeping with her because he wanted to earn her affection, not have her sleep with him because of a coerced bond that she hated.

This was her way of telling him that she wanted him as her master not because she had to, but because she wanted to.

And a small, very petty part of him wanted to run down the length of the train waving the bloody thing and screaming at the top of his lungs that Fleur Delacour was his.

Malfoy would probably throw a fit and go crying to his father for a Veela mate himself, Harry thought, smirking in his mind. His grim satisfaction only increased once he remembered that Fudge had been trying to make the Delacours pay the bride price to Lucius Malfoy of all people.

Neither you nor your father will ever touch my pretty flower, Harry thought, helping Fleur redo the buttons of her blouse to help her regain some semblance of modesty, but there was really no hiding what they’d done. Not only did his mate ooze sexuality, the crinkled shirt and the smell of sex that clung to their skin made what they’d been doing obvious to anyone with a brain.

“I didn’t know the Allure could fight dementors. The only thing I’ve read about it is that it’s a Veela defense mechanism that turns most men into gibbering idiots,” Harry murmured, gently pushing her legs apart. Her pussy was the slightest bit agape, a thin trickle of his seed leaking out of her womanhood.

Fleur snorted. “The books you read were written by humans, mon amour. Most of them were probably men, so that does not surprise me.” She groaned, her hands wrapping around his biceps. Her fingers dug into his skin as he ran his wand over her skin, the gentle stinging of the cleaning charm feeling heavenly given her post-orgasmic sensitivity. “Why do you think the wizards forced this stupid bride price on us? A bridge between our cultures? What a load of…of… merde?”

“Shit?” Harry asked, faintly amused. As the daughter of a diplomat, his mate’s English was superb, but it was adorable when she struggled with certain words and slipped back into her native French.

“Yes, shit.”

“Well, your mother wasn’t exactly detailed in her explanation. But, given what she told me and given what I know about wizards like Malfoy-” He chuckled at her desperate whine when he pressed his palm against her pussy, his fingers gathering up his cum and gently pushing it back inside her. “I’m sure there’s a fair share of lecherous bastards who wouldn’t mind having someone who is essentially a slave trapped in an inescapable bond.”

“Oui,” Fleur breathed, angling her hips to allow easy entry to his fingers. “But that is only a… how do you say it? Side-effect.”

“Side benefit?”

“Fleur nodded, moaning quietly. “Veela are powerful magical creatures, Harry. For centuries wizards have wanted us for the power we can grant them. But that power is given, not snatched,” Fleur whispered, panting softly. “The enchanted piece of paper we’ll sign is only a crude imitation of a real Veela bond and will only bestow on you a pale shadow of my real power.” Her hands ghosted over his firm chest, resting over his heart. His heart in exchange for her body felt like a fair trade to her. “A real bond, formed when a Veela accepts someone as their mate and liege of our own volition is as rare as it is powerful. Every part of my magic and body can be used in potent spells and charms. My hair, my tears… my Allure. They want me so they can use me… in more ways than one,” she whispered, biting her lower lip. Harry’s gentle fingering of her cum-soaked slit was driving her wild, yet all her attempts to get him undressed for round two were gently rebuffed. He seemed to enjoy teasing her. “The dementors can’t stand to be in my presence. It burns them,” she explained as best she could, whining quietly at the withdrawal of his fingers from her aching pussy.

“Then you are my angel in more ways than one, sweet flower. Thank you for protecting me,” Harry whispered, closing the distance between them to press his lips against hers for a gentle kiss. His hands moved to her knees, gently pushing her legs together. “I need to get my uniform and check on the others, my sweet. You be a good girl for me and keep those legs closed and my seed in,” Harry whispered against her lips.

He reluctantly pulled away, feeling like he was walking through honey as he fought against the effects of the allure.

“Yes, sir,” Fleur whispered, her cheeks a dark red. The implications of his words weren’t lost on her.

The Bride Price be damned. She was going to be his wife.

Notes: 

Thank you to the Patrons who suggested making Harry and Fleur's first time unique and giving a unique twist to her powers! It made the chapter infinitely better. What House should Fleur be in? I'll also host a poll tomorrow to decide!