Shadows Unveiled: The Unbroken

Harry couldn't help but feel impressed as he hovered above Fleur in a missionary position, his full length hidden inside her, stealing her virginity in the process. Fleur's reaction was a wanton moan as her allure intensified further, proving once and for all that she was made for love. Her arms wrapped around his body a moment later, pulling him down for a frenzied kiss as she lost the last semblance of control, getting affected by her own allure as well.

Since she wasn't showing even the slightest discomfort, Harry decided to cut loose, curious just how much the amazing example of beauty could handle. He pulled himself back for a moment, only to impale her mercilessly once again. She just moaned, enjoying the way her swollen lips were being invaded.

"Harder, faster!" she murmured deliriously the moment they separated for a small break. Harry was a gentleman, so he followed her instructions to the letter, his hips pushing forward even harder as she tightened around him.

Once again, Harry appreciated his Occlumency abilities. He was currently wrapped in the tightest feeling he has ever experienced while being bombarded by allure without restriction. Even with his occlumency, it was a struggle not to explode early. He doubted that he would have lasted a minute without it.

"Do you like this?" Harry asked as he continued the treatment while bringing one of his hands to her breast and started mauling it mercilessly, hard enough to actually hurt.

"Oh, yeah!" Fleur moaned loudly as Harry continued to take her with rapid beats, boldly exploring her fiery insides. "Do it harder!"

"As you wish," Harry answered as he brought his other hand up to the invasion of her perfect mounds, digging into her supple flesh and squeezing her nipples. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Harry prevented it by starting another heated kiss, his rhythmic beats slamming in repeatedly. Her legs tightened around his waist even tighter, helping him slam inside harder and harder.

"Oh, fuck, I'm almost there you magnificent stud," Fleur cried wantonly, her body managing to do the impossible and getting even tighter. Harry decided that her pussy was actually magical. There was no other way to explain it.

"I'm close as well, loosen your legs," Harry said despite not wanting her to actually do that. It wouldn't be right to ruin the moment by cumming outside. It would have left the invasion incomplete. But he had a plan for it.

"Please, Harry. Just a minute more," Fleur moaned louder, her legs turning into a steel trap impossible to escape, showing that her sexy figure was hiding an impressive strength. Or maybe it was her veela heritage, giving her what her primal desires needed.

"It's too dangerous," Harry said, but his body acted in complete contrast against his caring words, continuing his merciless impaling.

"Oh, oh, oh… OH!" Fleur cried, each louder than the last, making Harry's orgasmbuild up to a point impossible to contain even with the Occlumency. Then, the inevitable happened and she clamped around his shaft tightly, her wild gushing marking the moment of her orgasm.

That was the signal Harry was waiting for. He loosened his already frayed control, and erupted instantly, filling her insides to the brim. "You're a goddess," Harry murmured into her ear as he laid on top of her, intentionally letting her bear his full weight, just another reminder of his conquest.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she cried deliriously, each word layered with pleasure. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his wild heart. Even with his occlumency, it had been a difficult encounter to handle, though he loved every single second of it.

With her allure still strong around him, he was aware that he could push for a second session immediately, but he was curious about her reaction, so he continued laying on top of her while he waited to recover. Not without doing anything, of course. He focused on her neck, gently kissing and caressing it, broken by the occasional bite, occasionally whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

It took a few minutes for Fleur to get a nominal control over her allure. By then, he was already rock hard, and he was still inside her, not wanting to pull out of her amazing tunnel. "Harry," she murmured hesitantly.

"Yes, Fleur," he said even as he brought his hand to the right side of her hips, lazily caressing her flawless skin.

"We shouldn't have done that," she murmured guiltily.

It was a struggle not to laugh, as it was obvious that Fleur was forcing herself to feel guilty. Her voice was still husky, trembling with desire, though not as much as before when she lost control of her allure completely.

"You weren't happy with it," Harry said, sounding guilty. "Did I do something wrong?" he added eagerly as he put his arms on both sides of her and pushed his body up. Doing so had three effects. First, it revealed her amazing upper body to his vision once more. Second, it allowed them to have eye contact, something that intensified Fleur's blush greatly.

Third, and most importantly, it was the perfect excuse to push his full length inside her once more, forcing a gasp from her pouty lips, bruised sexily by our passionate battle.

"N-no," Fleur replied, unable to utter a one-syllable word without moaning thanks to his strategic push. "It's not anything you did. It's my fault, I was the one that lost control of my allure. I'm sorry," she said.

Harry had to struggle not to laugh. Here he was, enjoying possibly the best sex of his life with a magically-enhanced example of sexiness that was beautiful enough to be a model even without magic, and she was blaming herself for pushing him too far, ignoring the fact that he was the one that coaxed her into the shower which turned into the sexiest prelude.

"You can't take the blame," Harry said, continuing in the same tone she had used. "I was the one that tempted you to do it. If anyone is to blame, I'm the one," he said.

Fleur smiled brightly. "It's sweet for you to say that, Harry, but I was the one that lost control, forcing you to do something you weren't ready for."

Her guilt was interesting, Harry noted. Curious, he delved into her mind. She was competent in the mind arts, but of course, after such a mind-blowing session of sex, it was impossible for her to notice his skillful probe. He quickly delved into her mind, curious about the reason, only to find her loathing her veela heritage. She had worked her whole life to prove she was more than just a supernaturally-beautiful gold digger unlike most of her race, so using her allure heavily during her first time contrasted greatly with her convictions.

More interestingly, he could see that she was feeling guilty about ruining him for other women, thinking that he would never experience something that amazing again, because for the other time, she was fully intending on reigning in her allure, not letting it slip out. Still, Harry was amused to see her acceptance of their relationship.

Harry had no intention of letting her reign in her allure, of course, not just because having sex under the effects of the allure was much more enjoyable, but also he had a feeling that if Fleur actually tried to hold back during sex, a majority of her attention would turn to that, making her lay motionless and distant.

He had no intention of allowing such a travesty to happen.

With that decided, he pulled out of her head, but not before implementing a desire to see him fucking other women into her mind. He loved fucking her, but not enough to stop fucking the others. If he could continue without bothering to hide, all the better. The seed would slowly take root in her mind.

Fleur took a deep breath, unaware of the change that had happened in her mind. "We need to forget this ever happened, Harry," she said despondently, trying to convey her determination, which might have been slightly effective if she hadn't been laying under him, his shaft still sheathed in her core. She didn't actually want that, of course, as he knew from his little trick. She was just building herself up to get a modicum of control which she could then use to set some ground rules that would allow her to better control her allure. He had no intention of allowing her to succeed with that, of course.

"I understand," Harry said even as he slowly pulled out, teasing her insides in the process. She bit her lips, trying to contain a moan. "But are you sure about that?" he asked.

"I'm su-SURE!" Fleur said, her words turning into an exclamation as Harry acted like his arm trembled, and accidentally impaled her deeply once more.

"You don't sound sure," Harry said, acting like he just came to an epiphany while he pulled out once more.

"What do you me-MEAN!" Fleur tried to play it off, only for it to turn into another moan as he pulled out, only to push it deep once more.

"Well," Harry drawled as he started moving back and forth inside her gently, teasing her insides, which were marked with his seed. "You sound really happy whenever I push deep inside you. Are you sure we need to stop right now?"

"Y-YES!" Fleur moaned, once again her words ruined by his sudden push. "I can't afford to lose control of my allure," she continued, still occasionally interrupted by moans.

"I see," Harry said as he put one hand to his chin. "But I don't want to lose what we have," he continued pitifully, then his eyes brightened. "Maybe we can practice to make sure it doesn't happen."

"What do you mean?" Fleur said, but before she could say something, Harry pulled out and grabbed her waist, flipping her so that her face was pressing against the pillow while her bubble butt pointed upward, ready for his attention.

"Simple," Harry said as he took a moment to enjoy her beauty, marred by his seed dripping out of her entrance. Amusingly, too focused on her loss of control, she didn't even comment on her soiled insides. "I'm going to warn you whenever your allure gets a bit too much, and you can focus on controlling it."

"That doesn't seem like a good idea-" Fleur started, but her complaint was cut short when he pushed inside her once more. She tried to open her mouth to argue, but when Harry grabbed her hair and started impaling her repeatedly, her attention was occupied by her own rising arousal, triggering her allure along with it. "What will be the sign?" she asked a minute later, about to surrender to the pleasure.

"It needs to be something that you won't miss no matter what," he said before slapping her ass hard, her toned bubble bottom barely rippling for a moment. "How about that?"

"Harry!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing!?"

"Well, you noticed it, and it worked well to disperse your allure," he explained even as he continued slamming inside her. "So, unless you have a better idea…"

Under better circumstances, Harry had no doubt that she could have come up with a lot of ideas, the simplest being simply stopping, but her allure was already rising once more, muddling her thoughts. So, when he pulled her hair and repeated the question, she was forced to answer helplessly. "It's a good - IDEA!" she moaned as he spanked her bottom once more.

He must be in heaven, Harry decided. There was no other explanation to find such a beautiful veela untouched, ready to be molded into the ultimate sexual being. He discarded the slightest hint of control, tugging her hair hard enough to be painful, forcing her into a wanton kiss while he skewered her entrance repeatedly. Fleur tried to ask him to slow down, but his lips worked wonders to prevent her arguments.

Her desire to complain didn't last long, soon drowned in a wave of allure. Harry spanked her, hard enough to make her yelp painfully. The allure dispersed momentarily, but it didn't prevent her from moaning out while she was being pinned between his body and the bed. Under his merciless assault, however, it didn't take long for her allure to thicken once more, only to dispel under another slap to her bubble butt.

"It's working perfectly," Harry said, not bothering to hide his dark amusement, knowing Fleur was too far gone to care about his undertone. The spanks working was nothing more than an illusion. In the midst of such thick arousal, the pain was nothing more than another flavor. His little treatment was conditioning her to enjoy the rougher treatment rather than to help her.

The results started to show soon after. "Yes, Harry, do me harder!" she moaned, the rise of her allure coming to an abrupt stop when she received another spank to her bottom, but this time, the effect was much lower. Several seconds later, Harry spanked her bottom again, then again, and again… Soon, his spanks started to enhance her allure rather than prevent it, but Fleur was already too far gone to care about that. "Spank me harder, you magnificent bastard," she cried.

"As you wish," Harry said as he started raining blows on her derriere, hard enough to make her bottom glow red. She just moaned shamelessly. "But I can't help but think you're starting to enjoy this, Fleur," he added a minute later, stopping his spanking for a moment along with his hips. "Maybe I should stop?"

"I'll kill you if you stop," Fleur moaned as she forced her head to turn, her blue eyes boiling with arousal. Harry had a feeling that the threat might be more real than she intended. After all, he had seen veelas' anger, and he had no intention of actually testing it. He impaled her once again, and the spanking followed after a moment. Fleur moaned, too far gone to care about words.

Harry filled her insides once again when another orgasm hit her. "It didn't work," he murmured into her ear. "But maybe it will work better if you're the one controlling the pace," he added as he pulled out and laid next to her, using his magic to revitalize his body, which had the useful side effect of reawakening his manhood while also destroying his exhaustion. He didn't feel guilty by cheating magically. He was good, but not yet good enough to exhaust a veela that was just experiencing the true depths of her heritage, it seemed.

Seeing his erection, Fleur didn't last a moment before mounting him in a cowgirl position, her hands on his chest to balance herself as she started riding him. At first, she was a bit clumsy, relying on her enthusiasm to carry the moment, but she showed an impressive learning curve. Soon, the movement of her hips stabilized into a beautiful gyrating movement, her tits dangling beautifully at every move.

"It doesn't seem to be working as well, Fleur, maybe we should stop?" Harry said mockingly, only for her nails to dig into his flesh warningly, hard enough to create a thin line of blood, something that made him only hornier. He wanted to slam her against the wall and take her mercilessly, but watching the expression of euphoria as she desperately rode him was too beautiful to stop.

Her moans intensified when he reached up and grabbed her beautiful breasts, gently caressing them in the same rhythm as her hips for a while until she linked the sensations. Then, his fingers sped up, and her hips followed immediately, gyrating desperately on his lap in an effort to bring him to climax.

"You're doing really well, honey, just a bit more," Harry said, which spurred her further into action. She slammed down, hard enough to break his hip if it wasn't for his magically-enhanced endurance, determined to earn her reward. "But you'll have to stop if you don't want another dose of my seed," he warned. "I'm about to cum!"

His warning didn't work as he intended. Instead of pushing herself deep to get another dose of his seed, she actually pulled out, leaving his twitching cock helplessly exposed to the air. Harry panicked, afraid that she already managed to control herself under a thick layer of allure, which would have ruined a number of his plans.

A moment later, he realized it was an empty panic, because there was no hint of control on her hungry face. She moved back a bit before her pouty lips parted open, devouring his shaft which was still covered with his seed and her juices without flinching, deep enough for her throat to close around the crown.

Even better, her eyes opened after she managed to take the full length, managing to maintain eye contact even as she struggled to keep her gagging under control, her lips stretching desperately around his girth. She moaned and gasped, but moved up and down determinedly in an effort to bring him to the finish line. However, despite the amazing sensation, it was the look of desire in her eyes that pushed him over the finish line, filling her mouth with his seed. She had done her best to swallow it, only to fail spectacularly, the remainder covering her chin.

He flared his magic once more to instantly bring his shaft back to life. "Damn, another failure to control your allure," Harry said with a mocking grin, and Fleur responded in kind. He stood up and grabbed her wrist, helping her to walk with her trembling legs. "And you're too dirty, let's clean you up," he added as he started moving toward the shower, but rather than walking next to her, he took a position behind her and slid inside her, making her legs tremble harder.

"Who knows? Maybe the constant stream of water will work?" he said even as they started walking toward the shower while he slammed inside her once again.

He had a lot of experiments he wanted to run…