Fate's Rewrite

For a moment, I stood motionless, letting her process what was about to happen. Then, when she didn't react, frozen in shock, I touched my wand to cast a spell, which neatly solved the dirtier details, leaving me with the delicious challenge of breaking the last virginity she had.

It was tempting to slide into the promised tightness of her puckered hole, doubly so when I knew her enough to foresee that it would take only a minute for her to get used to my intrusion before joining enthusiastically, but this time, I didn't want a sudden push. No, I wanted her to take action for once, showing that my efforts training her hadn't gone to waste.

She realized the implications of my target a few seconds after the preparation spell had hit. "Mercy," she moaned, her accent flaring at the moment, but there was no hiding her arousal.

"You don't want to do that way?" I asked, putting my weight forward just to make sure there was no misunderstanding about what I was talking about. She shook her head negatively. I could have ignored her desire and gone with a forceful approach, but that would run contrary to my aim, not to mention slowly teasing her until she was mad with desire would be fun, especially with Bill in the other room. "Really?" she said, relieved.

"Of course, you just need to prove your sincerity," I said, which twisted her relieved expression into one of worry. I said nothing else, enjoying her desperation mixed with arousal.

"How?" she asked after a moment, while I used the brief lull in the discussion to vanish her apron, leaving her completely naked. She shivered as the last piece of protection disappeared, but I doubted it was the cold of the room that was responsible, or the stiffness of her nipples had anything to do with the chilly air.

"Simple," I answered even as I leaned forward, which increased the pressure on her puckered hole just a little, enough to underline the situation further. "You just need to stay still for a while. It's not that difficult, right? After all, you're determined that you don't want to do it in that particular way."

"Yes," she murmured, but her determination was already flailing. Rightfully so, considering the ending of our previous bet.

Still, she had given her approval, which was enough for me. I leaned forward while making sure that my waist was locked in place, threatening her last piece of land that hadn't been defiled by my invasion, and captured her lips in a heated kiss, which she responded automatically, her tongue jumping out to battle with mine.

Kissing her was a unique experience. The resentment and shock that marked our earlier kissed had long since faded, leaving its place to a boundless arousal, getting brighter with each meeting. Just from the way her tongue danced in my mouth, I could see that veela's deserved the legends about themselves.

And her body was not too far behind in adapting to pleasure. Her hips joined the dance soon after, moving up and down subtly. I assumed it was reflexive, because she stopped instantly when that motion brought her hips forward a bit, which made me knock at her entrance. I used her shock to my benefit, pushing my tongue forward to dominate her mouth, ravaging it to my heart's content.

She tried to stay passive, but unfortunately for her, she had several obvious tells, informing me about her intensifying arousal, the biggest being her allure, getting out of control once more.

However, at that moment I realized that I had a rather dangerous miscalculation. I had thought that I would be able to resist her allure as easily as the other times, but predictably, it turned out that it was rather hard to resist it when one had a sexy veela underneath him, her naked body rubbing invitingly, her entrance sopping wet with desire, willing to do almost everything. At that moment, it was easy to revisit the decision to make her take action, questioning whether it was worth the wait. At the moment, each second where I hadn't been embracing her fully felt like a huge loss.

I pulled from the kiss for a moment, about to decide that maybe I should leave her anal virginity alone for now. But then, I noticed a victorious expression on her face, and realized that the intensity of her allure wasn't entirely accidental. Cheeky minx, I thought in amusement.

I didn't start punishing her explicitly at that moment for daring to manipulate me. For once, it was good to see her starting to take action on our relationship, however twisted it might be. And moreover, acting obvious to her tactic while countering it with a superior version of it would be much more fun. With that in mind, I raised myself once more, and changed the alignment of my shaft, softly dragging against her nether lips, treating myself to her wet softness.

She immediately tried to push herself forward to impale herself, but I was ready for it, and pulled myself back, foiling her plan. The disappointment on her face was clear, but I interrupted her with a rather hard spank on her bottom, which earned a rather loud cry of her. "Naughty girl," I said. "You remember our deal, right."

Before she could say anything, however, another voice interrupted her. "Another accident, Fleur," Bill called from inside. "If you're going to be that clumsy in the kitchen, maybe we should take my mother's offer and move to the Burrow. And once there, you can finally learn how to cook proper food."

I couldn't help but smirk at Bill's perfect timing, giving Fleur a good mixture of fear and anger. Fear, because she clearly had forgotten that we were still on her kitchen table, and her husband listening to the radio in the living room. Anger, because there was no doubt that living with the Weasley family would be anything but torture for Fleur, yet Bill still pushed for it constantly.

Truly, it seemed that I was doing Bill a favor by taking Fleur off his hands. He was clearly not equipped to handle her.

Fleur's reaction to it was even better. She didn't even bother to answer him, just grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to another kiss. But the real surprise came with the movement of her hips, aligning her puckered hole with my shaft before pushing herself forward, the tightest feeling I had ever experienced enveloping me. It was a small miracle I didn't cream right at that moment, especially when she continued pushing deeper despite her pained moans, loud enough to push through my lips.

"Again, Fleur," Bill shouted once more, this time, his tone patronizing like a teacher who had watched a student failed several times, the exact same way, but insisting to repeat the same action through the sheer stubbornness. A dangerous tone to take against a woman even under normal conditions, and a total disaster under the unique moment we were in.

"Sorry," Fleur shouted in vindication, sarcasm clear in her tone. "You know me, I'm a clutz. It's best if you just ignore my pained cries for tonight. I sat on something sharp, and now it hurts whenever I move my hips."

Bill made a non-committal sound, but took Fleur's admission in its face value, unaware of the confession it carried.

"Idiot," Fleur murmured as she pushed herself even deeper, letting out another cry as almost half of it disappeared into her dark hole. Anyone else trying that would be dealing with tears, but she showed a surprising flexibility. It was probably another advantage of her heritage.

"Well, his loss, my gain," I said with a shrug. "If he is stupid enough to not to know your amazing value, I would be more than happy to take you off his hands permanently."

That words made her stop in shock. Understandable, considering the implications. Until now, regardless of the depravity of the situation, she was under the impression that it was a temporary thing, that I was passing time until I get bored of her; like such thing was possible after getting a taste of her delicious aroma.

She opened her mouth to ask a question, but it was not a moment to ruin the moment with a dry discussion, not when I was already half-enclosed in her tight hole, magically lubricated to perfection. Without warning, I pushed myself forward with a sharp stab until my shaft disappeared from the view completely, and earned another pained cry, but paying its dividend in pleasure.

I decided to reward her obedience with staying still for a moment, letting her stretch enough that my presence wouldn't be as painful. But yet again, my slutty angel managed to surprise me by wrapping her legs around my waist before starting to move.

As a gentleman, it would be rude to ignore such an enthusiastic invitation, so I started moving back and forth inside her, enjoying the resulting friction. Her pained yelps slowly lost their intensity as she got used to my presence. "Do you like it when I take you just a few meters away from the pathetic waste of space that thinks himself as your husband, slut," I murmured. "Do you?"

"Yes," she moaned, not bothering to suppress her voice, but even that wasn't as noticeable as her allure, spreading in thick waves as she lost control of her voice.

"Do you care what he would do if he feels thirsty and decides to get a glass of water?" I asked.

She managed to snort in amusement despite the charged situation. "Right, like he would lift his lazy ass to come here instead of ordering me to bring," she said, choosing to show her resentment by pulling me even deeper inside her.

"Then maybe we should visit him," I said as I pulled out, my words shocking her enough to make her loosen the wrapping of her legs. While she was dealing with her shock, I grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Her dance training took over her reflexes, and we were wrapped in a simple dance stance.

Not one to miss such an opportunity, I raised her hand, leading her to a dance move that would make her twirl two times before returning to the starting position, but the second turn, I interrupted by a forward step, sliding inside her tight hole once again, which managed to earn another cry thanks to the unfamiliar angle.

I pushed, and despite her trembling, she managed to take a step forward, but needed me to grab her arms to prevent her from falling down. I wished that I had set up a camera to record the moment, as it deserved to be immortalized from multiple angles, but luckily, pensieve was always an option.

"Move forward, my slutty angel," I said, underlining my order with a slap to her bottom. She sent an uncertain glare towards the door, then to my face, like she was trying to make a monumental decision -in a way, she was- and took another step, this time without a push from my end. It seemed that she finally made a decision.

I pulled her arms closer, and shifted grabbing them with only one hand, reaching my wand with the other, ready to cast a spell on Bill when he noticed our status. The last thing I needed was to notice him before I do and disarm me, making me lose the alliance of the Elder Wand.

Walking down the corridor was an amazing experience. Despite the pleasure she was feeling, Fleur stiffened further the closer we got to her husband -in a legal sense, at least- which made her hole even tighter. Another small miracle occurred when Fleur managed to hold her moans at a manageable level, low enough to avoid detection. Unfortunately, I sped up due to her tightness, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the corridor…

Unusual enough for Bill to actually break through the weak distraction spell I had placed on him. The way his eyes widened large enough to pop out was amusing. "Fleur!" he gasped in shock.

"Honey, why don't you give a wave to your husband," I said, not even needing to add a mocking twist at the last word, it would be overkill under the circumstances. And, much to my surprise, Fleur did so, followed by a loud moan. She was even more gone than I had suspected, not that I had any problem with it.

Her vulgarity managed to break Bill out of his shock, and he tried to reach his wand, fumbling drunkenly. Even without that unexpected assistance, I was ready, and nailed him with a disarming charm, followed by ropes. A levitation spell later, he was comfortably sitting on the seat, and I also put a gag on his mouth, preventing him from making any noise. His function was strictly observatory.

With that done, I continued to walk, pushing myself into Fleur's tight hole deeper in each step, until we arrived at the seat directly across Bill, giving him an excellent vantage point. He deserved to sample his wife's amazing sexual skills once, even if it was indirectly.

I didn't pull out even when I was sitting, just wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her alongside. A nice jolt of pleasure I experienced when, with the momentum of the movement, Fleur sank even deeper onto my shaft, giving me a five-star experience of her tighthole. "Your husband deserves a show, right, sweetie?" I said even as I loosened the grip around her waist and leaned back.

"That's exactly what he deserves," Fleur spat, and started moving up and down enthusiastically, a victorious expression on her face as she kept her gaze on her husband.

Bill might not be the best husband, but it was clear that he didn't deserve as much. But an interesting trick of psychology helped me amazingly here. After cheating him with me, Fleur's subconscious had been looking for an excuse to justify her disloyalty, and escalating everything Bill did in her mind, managing to do much more than my spells could achieve.

Sometimes, the mind was more interesting than anything magic could achieve.

"Really, honey," I said as I leaned back, continuing to enjoy the sensation of Fleur's tight hole simultaneously with the conceptual enjoyment of the total domination. "He seems like a nice guy, if a bit childish. What exactly made you that angry?"

The combination of arousal, excitement, and the pressure of the rather scandalous moment we were sharing worked better than a large bottle of wine to unlock her tongue. She spun a long monologue on Bill's faults, some real but exaggerated, the others completely imaginary, but nevertheless, it worked wonders; each slamming in his psyche with the full strength of a sledgehammer, cracking his mind.

And I wasn't standing lazily at that moment. My wand was dancing at an angle outside of Fleur's field of vision, rewriting Bill's thought process as much as possible. It would be inconvenient for him to disappear completely, so I was aiming to make him do the next best thing. After tonight, he would decide to take an international assignment to Egypt, where he would spend his time exploring the ancient tombs while trying to process the derailment of his life - a process that would take years if the spells hold as much as I intended.

"I'm about to cum," I whispered into Fleur's ear, who was still busy raining insults against Bill.

"Let's not waste it then," she said as she pulled out with a smooth movement and turned towards me, only for her nether lips to devour my shaft a moment later, and I started spraying inside her. That moment was enough to trigger a climax, stronger than anything else I had experienced from Fleur, her allure spreading thick as I filled her insides.

She collapsed onto my lap, shivering, barely conscious. I sent a glance towards Bill, whose desperation complete as he watched his wife enthusiastically embracing a different man in the most intimate way possible. Trusting my other spells to work as intended, I dispelled the ropes around him. He reached for his wand, and after one last shell-shocked glance, he apparated away.

"Shall we visit the bedroom for the main course," I whispered into Fleur's ear, who was too preoccupied with her pleasure to take note of the disappearance of her former husband.

"Yes," she said, but instead of stepping off my lap, she wrapped even tighter around my body, with my manhood still hidden inside her. It wasn't hard to guess what she had in mind, so after a moment where I caught my breath, which also gave my erection enough time to turn back to life.

Then, I jumped up to my feet, with my slutty angel still on my lap, her legs firmly wrapped around my waist. My destination, her marriage bed, to defile it even further, marking my conquest complete…