Feminine World ch.12

He didn't even have time to examine the contradictoriness of that thought before his eyes snapped open and his worst fears—whatever they were—were fully realized.

Fleur was dressed in a soft silk robe and lingerie, the robe split in a way to showcase her dynamic figure and stellar bust. Long waves of hair cascaded to one side, styled as if she were going to a gala to celebrate her beauty. Herbreasts jutted out towards him, the neckline adorned with an array of jewels—just like her hands, wrists, and ears.

Shimmering and sparkling everywhere. She looked like a dream; he had trouble keeping himself together just looking at her.

It was something different from Narcissa, Bellatrix, Luna, Padma, or any other woman parading around the city—it was goddess-like. She was worthy of his attention, and by God, she had it. His cock plunged into her depths, and she began stroking him deliberately and obediently right away.

At her feet lay Gabrielle, straightening up in a child's yoga pose. Her slender, magnificent body on display solely for Harry. She was dressed in a version of her older sister's attire—heels slightly lower but the dress even more exquisite. Lower neckline, higher hem.

"We were longing for you all day, though, of course, that's nothing new. But when you didn't come home last night, I was so worried you wouldn't be fraternizing with whom you desire."

"Yes, well, that's understandable—what?"

"There were so many girls here yesterday that I was desperate for you to fuck. I cultivated such a pristine arrangement of virgins and vixens for you, each one specially chosen for—"

"Why would you do that? Why would you orchestrate a harem for me?"

"You didn't intend to collect them all. You said it would be too much work. You told me to do it. But honestly, I rather enjoyed it. Each one was prettier than the last, although, of course, none were as beautiful as me." "I believe that."

She smiled cunningly. "That's better. It's more like the reception I'd expect from my beloved caretaker husband when he hears about his assembled harem. I sent them all home. We didn't know where you went. Will you not leave us a message next time? Narcissa is just too thrilled to be obedient to you. I had to hear from Hermione that you were behaving oddly. Are you still behaving oddly?" Gabrielle licked his feet. God help him, he might have to kick his wife's sister in the face.

"I don't mind it, as you see fit. Of course not, my love. I love the girls you found for me. I just hate seeing them disappointed when they can't touch you. Fuck you. Stroke you."

She emphasized the point, quickening her own thrusts on his cock.

Harry, his mind suddenly back on track, yelled and pushed her away, holding the totem as if it were some kind of weapon.

"I have to end this," he said. "It's over."

"Over?" Fleur raised an eyebrow.

He had to ruin it before she convinced him otherwise. All those crazy succubus sluts had schemes upon schemes to keep him hard and happy, and who knew what she might decide to do.

"I can't let you stay in that state. You look fabulous and—"

"Really? Thank you, darling. It's all for you. And only you, forever."

"Forever, Daddy," Gabrielle moaned, calling him Daddy from her new spot around her mother's leg.

His wife's sister was creating a puddle of desire on the floor. Fleur's long arm reached for her head, gripping it firmly, casually advertising that she could hold her on his massive cock if she wanted.

Two perfect, utterly ideal women. After everything, they would hate him. Despise him. Want to kill him, and he'd probably understand. But at least they would be normal.

"Please, Daddy?" Gabrielle whimpered, gazing at him with her large eyes. "Please let me suck your cock?" This was just too much.

He smashed the artifact in his hand—God, he was strong now—and just in case that wasn't enough, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it.

The power leaving the artifact was evident—a bright flash of terrifying red energy, cracks spread up and out, spreading throughout the house. Everything that felt expanded, and then contracted. The air was electric for a few moments—but then it seemed to calm down.

A few deep breaths. How would this work? Would everyone change at once? Would his wife immediately hate him again, and her sister look at him with utter disdain? What were the rules of magic?

"Oh." Fleur giggled behind him. "Oh, darling. That's not at all how you do it."

"What?"

"I mean, if you had asked me, I would have told you. Even if I didn't agree with the decision, it is a wife's duty to do what her husband tells her. But isn't it also a wife's duty to tell her husband when he's wrong? Destroying that totem doesn't mean it's over." Harry was astonished. "What?"

"In fact, it sort of means it can't be over." "What?"

"It was, I don't know how to put it exactly. Magic is strange. But it wasn't the source of the power flowing through you and all of us, now. It was more like a pilot, turning you on as the source of that power. It had a switch, which I assume was activated when I gave it to you? But the switch, well..."

He looked down at the fragments of the totem. Much of it was in powder form; it was so delicate, and he was so frighteningly strong now. There would be no way to put it back together.

Gabrielle was on the verge of tears. The sight of her beautiful face in such a state broke his heart.

"Darling, what happened?" he asked.

"I sort of wish you would undo it, Daddy," she whimpered. "What?" Fleur looked shocked. "Why? We talked so much about how much happier we are, my love."

"Oh, I know, and I am. I hated my old self. I hated Daddy so much; it was so wrong of me. Now I love him like a good daughter should. It's just...maybe I would be better at sucking your cock if everything went back to how it was. And maybe I wouldn't hate myself as much for disappointing you."

Fleur leaned down and hugged her. Harry couldn't help but admire the perfect globes of her ass as she did. "It's all right, my love. You know I'll teach you how to do it right for Daddy. I'll hold you and everything, just like we said. He's so big, and you'll want to say no, but we'll both know you won't have to, and you'll be stuffed with his big Daddy cock in your tiny virgin pussy in no time, and—"

"No, for fuck's sake." Harry shook his head.

"You don't want to fuck your daughter, Master?" Fleur held Gabrielle's face, pinching her cheeks just so. "But she needs it."

He was tired of pretending to be something he wasn't and fighting against it.

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean she didn't do a bad job sucking my cock."

He sat down on the nearby leather sofa, exhausted. The material seemed to cost more than his annual salary per square inch.

"What if, right after, you ran away? And you didn't stay for her to suck you off at breakfast..."

"I was scared," he blurted out. "I didn't know what was happening. I was scared because it was the best blowjob I've ever had."

Fleur's smile lit up the entire room. "Do you hear that, my love? Daddy thinks you're even better than me!"

"That's what I'm saying," Harry said. "I don't remember you ever sucking my cock, Fleur. Maybe once on our honeymoon. But the rest of the time, you said it was—"

"—Too undignified, yes. But you made me apologize for that, my love. You taught me all about being the right woman. Arrogant and needy and painful and vain and materialistic and weak and flexible and seductive and—"

"Stop."

He stood up and pulled Fleur onto his lap without hesitation. She began stroking him freely, listening intently with her entire face and body. She listened like he had never experienced her before. It was surreal to be completely in the center of a woman's attention with her ethereal beauty. He barely noticed when her stroking— which started immediately, fitting around him like a sheath on a sword—transitioned into gentle kisses and licks, and then slurping, sucking, and moaning. Fleur placed a knowing hand on their daughter's head, guiding her up and down. Patient, loving, attentive.

He explained everything to her in detail—his whole adventure from the beginning to waking up in the fog with Gabrielle sucking him. Several times, he paused to tell her how good she was. It was adorable to see her peak at the thought of being a good girl. Her lips quivered around his shaft each time an orgasm shook her slender frame.

"That had to be so confusing," Fleur said. "You poor, poor thing. So, you don't remember fucking me at all?"

"No."

But he really, really wanted to. He came, multiple times, in Gabrielle's throat as he told the story. She loved it. Her young face, tits, and neck were absolutely coated with his cum multiple times. It seemed to easily absorb into her skin, making her even more radiant. Her hair grew a few centimeters and took on an intense golden color.

Her hair grew a few centimeters and took on a golden color, shimmering in the dim light of their cave.

"But Fleur is the hottest girl in all of England," Gabrielle said, licking his cock. "And you deserve to fuck the hottest women in history."

"And you don't remember taking Gabrielle down on your cock for the first time?" Fleur said. "No matter how she squirmed, holding her for you while you drowned her throat in your sacred seed?"

"Fuck." He pulled Gabrielle— who smiled joyfully at the memory of her first throatfucking— back down onto his cock. She fit so easily. "No. No. Fuck. I think it must have been something related to alcohol withdrawal. I was just in a weird funk while the totem was purging all those toxins from my system. And I guess I let you be in charge of pleasuring me after I somehow turned you into the 'perfect wife.'"

Fleur crawled onto his lap, holding herself steady with long arms wrapped around his neck. Her pussy rested on top and at the back of Gabrielle's head. She ground against it, while soaking in the majesty of her masculine husband. Keeping Gabrielle— in this position— from getting any sips of anything but his cock. "I want to feel it," Fleur moaned. "I want to feel your cum hitting the back of her skull, please? I want to feel my sister's head as you fuck her. And then I need you inside me, please."

God, this was so messed up, so hot. He had to, suddenly and absolutely. He needed to do just that.

Making himself with Fleur— hotter than any model or celebrity he had ever seen, her face so smooth, groomed, and glowing— grinding her pussy onto the back of Gabrielle's head while his wife's sister choked on his cock. "Cum for me, Master," she moaned. "Give me my gift? Give me my reward for changing this town for you. Just for you. Show me how much you love my sister. Cum for me. Cum for me, Daddy? Please, Daddy?"

She knew her secret weapon. He couldn't resist it, not after Gabrielle had sucked him for so long.

Cumming was no longer the end of desire for him— just something else that fueled it. It shifted his mood, like the pre-cum spray once did, making him crave fucking even more.

And so he came in the tight, eighteen-year-old throat of his wife's sister. He came so hard that he knew Fleur felt it deep in her pussy, even through thick, soft layers of Gabrielle's hair. But climaxing wasn't the end anymore, and he wanted more.

Continuing to cum, he pulled out and sprayed Gabrielle, and Fleur pounced on the couch, impaling herself on him mercilessly. She was so fucking tight, so tall, so busty, so hot! How the fuck was she even real?

She felt like each thrust should snap her in half. Instead, she was so soft, so warm, it felt like he was fucking inside a pink cloud.

Inside his wife. Finally fucking his wife for the first real time he didn't even know how long.

"You're so fucking good!" Fleur moaned. "My husband! My husband! My husband, my king! God! You're my god!"

He only got a few dozen thrusts— barely working his way into her uber-tight pussy— when Gabrielle recovered and slid next to her sister. Their legs tangled and pressed against each other and him.

It was messy, slippery, hot. Their heavy breasts leaked beautiful milk, and Harry couldn't stop squeezing them at every opportunity, needing to feel more and more of their succulent bodies.

"He's fucking you, Fleur," she growled. "Oh, Fleur, Daddy is fucking you so good, so hard, oh Fleur...!"

"I know, darling," Fleur moaned. "I know, my good girl. He's so good. He's such a man. He's everything that is man. He's our man. We're so lucky... lucky... lucky...!"

Her body cascaded into another round of glorious, operatic orgasms. Gabrielle joined them only from watching her sister moan from the virtuosic thrusts of her husband. Good God. Harry could be everything that was man, but he was still a man.

Shaking, trembling, hands clenched around both of their throats, Harry released himself inside Fleur. His cum emptied out of him, and he felt like there was truly nothing left. He spurted and spurted, load after load, unloading all the frustrations of the past forty-eight hours inside her.

And she, the good wife, eagerly and gratefully swallowed it all.

"Oh my God," Fleur moaned, caressing his body with delight. "This time I'm definitely pregnant. I can feel it. You've made me so knocked up, Master."

"Good," he said. "Wives are always pregnant for their men."

Fleur licked his neck. "And daughters too?" They both turned to look at Gabrielle. So fresh. So young. So innocent.

"Do it, Master," she whispered.

They both indulged in the trembling young virgin, fear and desire competing in her eyes. Fleur pulled her close, ass on the slippery couch, one hand on her shoulder.

"Like I said... I promise I'll hold her."