Chapter 44: 37: The Lovely Delusions of Fleur Delacour (18+)
I sighed, "Fleur, what is this now? Four times in a week and a half?"
Fleur haughtily turned her nose up, "I knew you would come for me."
"How do you keep losing your clothes in places that are public enough to provide a thrill but private enough that you're confident no one will come across you at the same time?" I asked, honestly curious what excuse she would come up with.
Fleur pleaded ignorance, "I don't know what you're talking about. It must be part of Her Evil Plan."
"She's not evil, Fleur," I sighed again.
"She is! She must be!" Fleur insisted.
"You know," I said absently. "I much preferred our games when all of your attention was directed at me."
"Y-You did…?" Fleur asked hesitantly, sounding so vulnerable before she recovered. "Ah! Never mind! This is actually your fault, isn't it, Devil?!"
I chuckled, "And I suppose Gabrielle's not responsible anymore, is she?"
"It can be both."
"Can it?"
"Obviously. That is why you are here. You are her greatest weapon against me. But that does not make you innocent, Devil!"
"And I assume that's why I'm here? More trickery?"
"Of course," Fleur sniffed matter-of-factly. "You're obviously here to place me further in your debt. Soon enough, I won't be able to refuse you~!"
"You already can't refuse me, Fleur," I deadpanned.
"Gah!" Fleur reacted as if I'd shot her. "N-No~! I-It can't be! I have not lost yet~!"
"Do you want some clothes or not?"
"Ahnnh~! And now you would make me walk naked if I refused? How depraved~! How sinister~! I-Is it true…? Can I really not refuse you…? Be still oh heart of mine~!"
"You could always conjure clothes yourself. You have your wand, Fleur. You're not nearly as helpless as you're playing at."
Fleur protested my logic vehemently, "No! No, I can't! Y-You must dress me! Personally~… Intimately~… Oh, to feel your hands on my skin, burning me up from the outside in~…"
"Oh, we're adding rhyming to your-… Would you call this flirting?" I paused my original sentence to ask an honest question.
"Wha-! N-No-! Yes-… Is it working?"
I shrugged, "A little bit. It helps that you're currently giving me a front seat to naked perfection."
Fleur preened like a peacock, "Oui, I am perfect, am I not? It is good that even a fiendish rogue like you can recognize that fact. Very well, enjoy, Devil. Then you may dress me."
Well, now, who was I to refuse an invitation like that? I stepped back to the doorway of the broom closet. Fleur had summoned me here with a desperate Patronus Message. I lit a Lumos Spell on the tip of my finger for a better view.
Fleur pressed her chest out for my eyes and my eyes only. Those rose-capped peaks were so perky they didn't sag at all. They only jiggled slightly, hinting at how soft they would be on my hands if I just 'gave in~' and touched them.
Her skin was soft and clear. Her tummy was taut, flexing just enough to give off a hint of abs. Her body curved like an hourglass, putting the world's most beautiful models to shame.
Fleur didn't hold a single ounce of embarrassment for her body. She presented herself eagerly, asking for my eyes to devour her. Begging me to go even farther and take her there and then.
She posed for me. Smooth thighs rubbed against each other. Her hips cocked and swayed on thin air, hinting at what she could do with a real cock under her. Those perfect legs spread just a touch to reveal even more perfection. Plump, kissable lips. Impossibly pink petals. A sheen of wetness leaked to coat her inner thighs.
Fleur even went so far as to turn around for me. She bent over slightly, slowly and sensually wiggling that bubbly bum in my direction. Her hands were planted on the wall, her legs were spread, and her back was arched. She was already in the perfect position for me to simply take. Then she looked over her shoulder with lidded eyes, beckoning me into her.
I found myself stepping forward unconsciously. As if on cue, the bell for the next class period rang through the Castle. I snapped back to reality and Fleur did as well. In an instant, the seductress was replaced by a petulantly pouting flower.
"Merde…" Fleur grumbled.
"Better luck next time, Fleur," I consoled her, laying a teasing hand on her hip as I did. "Let's get you dressed, yeah?"
"This is not over, Devil!" Fleur practically growled.
I returned the favor with the same rumbly promise in my voice, "Oh, I know it isn't~"
Stroking the curve of her hip one last time, I left her shuddering. I conjured a set of clothes for her. They would last the rest of the day but I'd made a few key adjustments and subtractions to the standard Beauxbatons uniform.
"Next time! Next time, I shall make you satisfy me until I scream, Devil-! Ah!" Fleur suddenly squawked. "A-Atlas?! A-Aren't you forgetting something…?"
I hummed, "Hmm, nope~. I think you should learn that you can't keep doing this without me punishing you somehow. Going without panties seems like a very good place for me to start. I've shortened your skirt a touch as well. Try not to flash anyone, Fleur~ You wouldn't want people to think you're some sort of lustful deviant who gets off on exhibition, would you~?"
Fleur moaned, "I-I'm notttttt~ Ah~ Ah, so lewd~ So degenerate~ So degrading~ Truly, I am at the mercy of a Devil~!"
I gave her rear a little swat after slipping the skirt the rest of the way up her smooth legs and zipping it up at the side, "You've only brought this upon yourself."
She shuddered and whined at the harsh contact, "Ah~, you will drag me into the depths of sin and depravity~!"
I slipped her uniform jacket around her torso, manipulating her arms through the sleeves by hand. My chest molded itself to her back as I buttoned the jacket up. She pushed back onto my body desperately.
Bent over her, I nibbled on her ear, whispering, "And you love it~"
Fleur almost physically melted, mewling like a kitten, "Aauwnh~! N-No shirt…? No brassiere…? People will notice~!"
"I don't see how that's my problem," My words grazed her ear as I drew back. "Turn around."
She complied on shaky legs, "Y-Yes, Atlas~"
Casual as can be, I went about tying her neckerchief around her neck. Fleur was practically panting, unable to control the erotic shivers that wracked her body. I acted like I didn't even notice her arousal. Like I wasn't responsible for edging her like this. Just a bit of denial-play to cap off our little 'game'.
Tying the last bit of her outfit around her neck gave Fleur just enough time to start recovering her usual attitude, "I-I will have my revenge, Devil. For this l-lewd injustice, I will make you wear nothing but a loincloth to fan me and feed me grapes! I will make you praise me like a goddess!"
"Sounds fun. You'll have to ask me for that directly if you ever want that to actually happen though," I said nonchalantly.
"A-Ask you!? Oh my~… H-How humiliating~… To make me… beg~…? Would I even still be the goddess in that situation…?" Fleur looked more aroused than offended by the idea.
"You're always a goddess, Fleur~" I teased. "Especially when you're on your knees, begging me for something."
"F-Fiend~! Devil~! Rogue~!" Fleur whimpered.
I smirked, "If you keep that up, I'll have to start questioning your taste in men."
"My taste is impeccable! After all, it is only you that I lo-…!" Fleur took offense to my teasing, barely stopping herself from blurting out the truth.
I plead ignorance, "Hmm? What was that?"
She blushed furiously, "N-Never mind! Go! Remove yourself from my sight! You have already saved me. There is no need to torment me further!"
I stepped forward and leaned into Fleur's space. I could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks. Her eyes went wide, darting to my lips. Her lips parted slightly, almost panting.
Without actually touching her, the ghost of a kiss graced her lips and I whispered, "If you insist~ Until next time, Fleur~"
I was gone before she recovered. I could still practically see her reaction in my mind's eye. She would be stewing in frustration and arousal. I doubted she would make it out of that broom closet any time soon. And when she did, frazzled and flustered, her missing under-clothes would only serve to remind her of our most recent encounter. Until next time, indeed…
IIIII
'Next time' with Fleur came rather quickly. Not even two days after I 'saved' her in that broom closet, I found myself accosted by her theatrics again. This time, I wasn't alone.
With the weather quickly warming, the Castle's population was blossoming. Like the flowers of spring, the Castle's gates opened and its residents could be seen enjoying its grounds. The coven was no different, happy to see the warmth of spring after a long winter. This time in particular, Gabrielle and I were having a private little picnic on a hill overlooking the Black Lake.
"I can manage to eat by myself, Gabrielle," I insisted.
She didn't stop trying to feed me grapes, almost ironic after Fleur's latest 'threat', "I am aware, Mon Ange. Still, I enjoy feeding you. Won't you indulge me~?"
"I suppose I could… Or I could make you work for that indulgence~" I teased.
"Oh~?" Gabrielle giggled. "And how would you put me to work, Mon Ange~?"
"Since you're so keen to dish out worship, maybe I should see if you can take it just as well~" I grinned. "You know, throw your legs over my shoulders and give myself a proper feast so you can take care of 'dessert'?"
"Far be it from me to ruin your appetite~"
"Exactly. If you wish to feed me, shouldn't it be a full-course meal?"
Gabrielle played along, sighing dramatically, "Oh, woe is me~! How shall I ever live with receiving the same worship as Mon Ange~?"
I smiled, "You almost sounded like Fleur there."
"Unhand him, Devil-Sister!"
"Ha… Speak of the devil and she shall appear…" I sighed.
Fleur stormed over to us. Gabrielle did the opposite of what her sister ordered. She pulled my head to her chest so I was lying there on the grass in her lap. Fleur stopped in front of us, with hands on her hips and a 'mighty' glare on her face.
"Hello, Fleur," Gabrielle greeted her interrupting sister. "You're welcome to join us. I am not above sharing Mon Ange with my dearest sister."
Fleur's scowl faltered for a moment at the scene before her. It quickly reasserted itself on her face, "N-No, it is no use! I shall save Atlas from your devilish grasp, Gabby!"
"And if I don't wish to be saved?" I asked.
Fleur scoffed, "Of course, you do! Why would you want the lesser model when you can have older, more experienced perfection?"
"Gabrielle is just as experienced as you Fleur. Perhaps more," I flatly retorted.
"Especially where it counts~" Gabrielle singsonged.
"I-Irrelevant!" Fleur sputtered. "After I am done here, Atlas will want no one else!"
"Careful, Fleur," I warned. "I know seven other Witches who would duel you if they heard that."
That brought Fleur up short, "Ah… You're right. My apologies to the coven…"
She quickly recovered her momentum, "But still! After this, you will want me just as much as you want them! You will finally stop teasing and tormenting me and give me what I need! Then! I shall save you from Gabby's insidious control!"
"Fleur… Is this your version of a confession?"
"Wha-?! That's all you have to say?! I am pouring my heart out here! Rogue! Scoundrel! Treat me with the proper consideration, Devil!"
"So it is."
Fleur sniffed imperiously, "If a message of love is what you take from my words, that is entirely your prerogative. I will neither confirm nor deny the passion that burns for you in my heart."
"Fleur…" I began. "I'd rather you just come out and say it at this point."
Fleur's face flushed, "Y-You brute! Have you no delicacy? You can't rush a lady with these things!"
"We've been anything but rushed, Fleur. There's a time for games and a confession isn't it," I said. "If you want to get through to me, you should just come out and say what you feel. I won't accept you with anything less than enthusiastic consent."
"… Do you enjoy our games, Atlas?" Fleur's question was surprisingly soft and serious.
"I do."
"I must admit I do as well."
"I'm not saying we should stop playing them," I reassured. "Just that I'd like to hear your honest feelings for once."
Fleur hesitated, "… That is impossible. When… Even I am not sure of them."
"Then you shouldn't be confessing, Fleur. Not yet anyway. Take some time. Think about things. Think about us. I promise I'll hear you out when you're ready," I said softly.
"My heart is a mystery, beating in my chest. Perhaps… Perhaps you hold the key…?" Fleur mused poeticly.
"I'd be happy to unlock it for you. When you're ready," I promised, for once entirely earnest while playing along with her theatrics.
"I… I must think…" Fleur trailed off, already lost in thought.
She wandered off like that. For once, she didn't try for a parting remark. She didn't try to get the last word. She was silent, considerate, and almost somber. It was actually slightly worrying. I was so used to her being larger than life, bombastic in everything she did. I very nearly got up to go after her.
Gabrielle stopped me, her arms hugging me tight, "Mmm, no, Mon Ange. She will be fine. She needs this time alone for introspection. You've already done more than I thought possible. You've made Fleur look at herself honestly. Now, we must be patient while she accepts her heart's desire."
I settled back into her embrace, "… It's just so strange to see her like that."
"For me as well," Gabrielle laughed. "I did not think I would see that day Fleur was introspective. I love her but she is usually anything but reasonable."
"I think I prefer her that way…" I said, shaking my head. "Now, where were we?"
Gabrielle grinned down at me, "I believe you were about to feast upon my supple flesh, Mon Ange~ It is a shame we are in the open. Otherwise, I would have you do so here. I suppose we must settle for feeding each other grapes and wine. How 'boring'…"
"Nothing a Notice-Me-Not Charm can't take care of~" I purred.
I felt Gabrielle's Allure flare with excitement around me, "My my, Mon Ange~ You have the best ideas~!"
"I do, don't I~?" I teased, turning in her embrace and sinking between her legs.
My eyes sparkled up at her. Gabrielle spread herself before me. Heat burned in her loins. My breath brushed against her core. Her skirt was raised onto her hips and her panties were pushed aside. A brief flex of my magic erected the mentioned charm around us. We wouldn't be disturbed again…
Gabrielle's eyelids fluttered and she let out a breathy moan, "Ah~, Merci, Mon Ange~ I shall return this favor twofold."
My tongue was already too busy to respond to her promise…
IIIII
Fleur worried at her lip. She'd been doing so near-constantly for the past day. Ever since her 'scheme' to separate Gabby and Atlas blew up in her face.
To be fair, it wasn't much of a scheme. She had just planned to go up to them and demand they separate. For their own good, of course. Fleur would never be motivated by something as base as jealousy…
She'd hoped to rope Atlas into another of their little games. The ones that set her heart racing and her stomach twisting in little knots. He would tease her. She would react. They would both enjoy themselves, dancing a dance only they understood.
But… had she gone too far this time…? Before she'd realized it, she had said more than she meant to. Rays of… something… shined through her persona. Something that even Fleur herself didn't fully understand.
Feelings and desires that she was only able to express through her games with Atlas. Things she typically repressed. She didn't need to decipher them yet. Not when she could simply enjoy their silly games. Her heart's true desire was complicated.
Was it really…? Initially, perhaps. But after the better part of a year, Fleur wasn't so sure.
She remembered laying eyes on Atlas for the first time. She remembered the fire that burned inside her then. Fear for Gabrielle. Hatred for those responsible. Something else… Something that sparked at the sight of that dashing man her age kneeling with Gabrielle… It was all pointed at Atlas and latched onto him in Fleur's mind.
Of course, now Fleur could safely say she overreacted when they first met. Just a touch. The second time they met as well. And even every time their eyes met after that… But she couldn't help herself when it came to him! She was just so full of passion!
Hatred, desire, Fleur couldn't tell the difference. Conflicted feelings pulled her this way and that. Did she want to strike him down? Did she want him to take her to his bed? Oh, where did answers lie?!
He had lingered on her mind always. Whether she was awake or dreaming, he was there, his passionate eyes glaring into hers. His arms around her. His skin against hers. Hot lips lighting her alight from the outside in.
Fire and desire overtook her every fantasy. Burning within those flames was always the same dashing figure, saving Gabrielle, saving Fleur, or even just standing tall with a power that called out to the core of her being.
She'd been so confused. And she'd taken it out on Atlas, to her great shame. Yet, somehow he still didn't hate her. They got over their rocky start. He wished her luck in the First Task. He took over for her date at the Yule Ball. He even congratulated her for winning the Second Task. This year had certainly been the best year of Fleur's life and Atlas played no small part in that.
Fleur didn't know when their relationship began to turn from hostile to playful. No… that wasn't true. Even she could not ignore what happened when she offered herself up in Gabrielle's place. It still kept her up at night, thrashing in her bed as she took pleasure in the memory.
Atlas played her body like an instrument. He drove her to heights unknown. He made her scream herself to overwhelmed tears of ecstasy. He let her Veela passion burn as it always should. He just about fucked her brains out!
Fleur would never forget her first time. She couldn't. Not when it flashed through her mind's eye whenever she looked at Atlas or Gabby. Not when the mere thought of it made her womb clench and her pussy drip even now!
Perhaps their relationship had always been this charged with sexual tension. Perhaps her hatred had just been an outlet for the desire she didn't quite understand. She challenged him, she argued and insulted, she teased and pushed, all because…
Because she wanted his attention. Because she wanted him to focus those brilliant eyes on her. Because she wanted him to tease her, lift her up, and break her down just so they could do it all over again. Because she needed him and that infuriating spice he brought to her life. Because she wanted him, more than almost anything. Fleur played these games with Atlas because she loved them.
Maybe Atlas was right. Maybe it had been a confession. Maybe every single game she played and every denial she sputtered was a confession of its own.
Oh~, How embarrassing! How… thrilling~… She might as well have been screaming her true desires from the rooftops this entire time!
Now, how to express her realization…? Atlas wanted her enthusiastic consent. No flustered denials. No talking around the issue. But still, Fleur wasn't willing to give up their games. She would just have to change the way they played~…
A plot, a plan, a scheme formed in her mind. This one wouldn't blow up in her face. It couldn't! Atlas wanted enthusiastic consent. Fleur would show him enthusiasm… She'd show him more enthusiasm than he knew what to do with! For Fleur was nothing if not the best at what she set her mind to.
"Heheheheheheh~!" She giggled to herself maniacally. Atlas wouldn't know what hit him!
Bright and early the next morning, Fleur set her ambush. She couldn't wait a moment longer. Her whole being thrummed with anticipation now that she'd accepted the truth of her feelings toward Atlas. Her heart beat a staccato within her chest. She lay in wait for Atlas to walk past her hiding spot on the way to the Great Hall.
The room she'd chosen was an old classroom of some kind or another that Fleur had claimed and renovated for her purposes. The dust was gone. As was the old, creaking classroom furniture. In its place, a large four-poster bed took up the center of the room. Thin, wispy curtains of gauze and silk barely shielded it from the rest of the room. Light from the room's windows streamed through the room, casting everything in the warmth of a fading dawn.
It was perfect. Perfect for what Fleur had in mind. Here, she would make her feelings known. There would be no denials. There would be no room for Atlas to be mistaken. She would profess her desire, her need, for him. 'Confession' was almost too light of a word for what Fleur planned.
The door was cracked. Fleur peeked through, watching the hallway on the other side and waiting for Atlas to pass by. Her Allure trembled and flared with excitement. As if she could feel him coming closer with each second. He would walk past this room as he always did, non-the-wiser to the ambush that awaited him.
Her Allure flashed one last time. It suddenly quieted like a stalking predator ready to pounce. Steps sounded from the other side of the door. Three pairs. Atlas was in front. Fleur could tell just from the way he walked.
He came into view. In an instant, Fleur stepped from her hiding place. He suddenly stopped short. Fleur stood proudly, her hands on her hips and her chin raised high.
"Atlas!" She declared. "I am ready to give you my answer! Rejoice! For today, you shall know what burns in my heart! I challenge thee! Will you dare heed my call?!"
Atlas glanced at his companions — Septima and Luna — before returning his attention to Fleur where it belonged at the moment, "Bit early, isn't it?"
Fleur sniffed, "I was under the impression that the Devil did not need rest. Besides, you said you would listen when I was ready. I am ready. Did you lie?"
"… No. No, of course, I didn't," Atlas conceded. "Go on ahead, girls. It would seem I have something to take care of here before breakfast."
"Okay~!" Luna agreed easily. "Good luck, Fleur~! I hope you can get your feelings through to him~!"
Septima glanced at Atlas, "Are you sure?"
Atlas shrugged, "I promised. And I doubt I'll be busy long. Fleur's a lightweight like that."
"You dare~?!" Fleur acted like she took offense to that accusation. Inside, she was grinning. "I will show you the strength of my true feelings, Devil~!"
Atlas rolled his eyes, stepping past her into the previously empty classroom, "I'm sure you will, Fleur."
Her grin reached her face. She raced after him, only to pause for a moment. She stuck her head back through the doorway.
"Uh… My apologies for stealing him for the moment, Mademoiselle. I shall endeavor to make this inconvenience up to you," She apologized to Septima.
Septima smiled at her, "No, no, I understand. You gathered your courage for this moment. Good luck. I hope you get the result you hoped for."
Fleur smiled as well, bright enough to blind, "I hope so as well."
She ducked back inside to see Atlas standing there waiting for her, "I like what you've done with the place."
"But of course," Fleur primly stated. "I would not think of doing something as important as this in a dusty classroom. I am a lady of standards, Atlas. You should know that very well by now."
He chuckled, "Yeah, I might have noticed something like that."
There was a somewhat awkward pause after that, "So…"
"So…"
Fleur psyched herself inside. Her body and Allure vibrated. Her heart raced. Anticipation, arousal, and anxiety pooled in her gut. She took a deep breath. And another. Looking into Atlas' eyes, she decided there was nothing to it.
"You wanted me to think about how I truly felt!" She blurted out. "I did. I have come to a decision. A realization. The truth is simple, Atlas. This isn't about Gabby. Or my Maman or Papa. This is about you and I, Atlas, nothing more, nothing less.
"I want you. I don't know if I love you but I certainly don't want to live without you in my life anymore. I need our games. I need your attention on me. I need to drive you crazy and I need you to do the same to me. I need you, Atlas.
"You wished for a straightforward confession. Here it is. I fancy you. I fancy the way we go back and forth. I fancy the way you compliment me. I fancy the way you tease me. I fancy the idea of doing all of this over and over again with you for a long time yet…"
Atlas watched her calmly as Fleur poured out her heart. Everything she'd come to realize, everything she'd kept buried. It came rushing out. Once she began, Fleur found she couldn't stop. Atlas stood there, taking it all. Even after she finished, he was silent for a few long, torturous moments.
"W-Well…?" Fleur stuttered. "W-What say you, D-Devil…?"
Atlas finally reacted, cracking a smile, "Perfect."
Fleur's heart swelled at that word but still, she stuttered, "I-Is that it? That's not much of an answer! Aren't you supposed to declare your undying love for me now?! Sweep me off my feet?! Carry me into the sunset?! Something?!"
His smile shifted into a smirk, "I don't know, am I~?"
Fleur's face flushed, "Y-You rogue~! Did you not listen to a word I said? I have confessed to you! The least you can do is answer me in kind!"
"Ah, but you said you don't know if you loved me. Should I say the same?" Amusement was thick in Atlas' voice. He was teasing her. He didn't believe a word he was saying and he knew Fleur was the same.
"So you would ignore everything else?!"
"No, I'm just saying it wouldn't quite be fair for me to declare my 'undying love' just yet."
Fleur fumed, "Fine! Then I will convince you of my feelings in another way!"
Atlas smirked, "Oh, yeah?"
"Yes, you infuriating man!" Fleur growled, stalking toward Atlas. "My actions shall speak for me. Remove your clothes. I will ride you until you cannot help but say you love me!"
IIIII
"Ah~! Ahhhhhhh~! Ahhhhhhhhhh~! No more~! No more~! I yield, Atlas~! Please, please, please~! I love the things you do to me~! I loooooovvvvveeee yoooouuuuuuu~!" Fleur cried at the top of her lungs.
H-How was she so weak to this?! It was impossible. Her muscles trembled. Her mind flashed with white spots and fireworks. Her voice grew weaker from how much she cried out.
She rode tidal waves of pleasure, sweeping her out to drift in ecstasy. They'd barely begun. Atlas wouldn't let her rest any time soon.
He'd barely entered her most sacred place before she was cumming for the first time. Her core quaked with sheer sensation. Her lower lips stretched wide. Her mind was blank, almost unable to cope with what Atlas was doing to her.
Fleur held on for dear life. She was on top of him but she felt anything but dominant right now. Her confidence was shaken, left in ruins by the first thrust. She screamed for the heavens, crying and cumming around Atlas' wonderful, wonderful cock.
"Mercy, Atlas, pleeeeeaaaaaasseeeee~! I-I cannot~! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong~! You win~! Anything, everything, it is yours~!"
Her arms wrapped tightly around Atlas' neck. Her legs did the same at his waist. Her pussy gripped him like a second skin. She tried to hold him still inside her. Anything for a moment of rest and reprieve.
Atlas powered through her grip, both internally and externally. His hips rolled up into her. His hands seized her curves, using them as handholds. His thrusts wrecked her body over and over again.
His monstrous manhood split her in twain~! He controlled her through sensations she could have never imagined~! Her body yielded to his so easily and completely~! She was clay, mere putty, in his hands~!
She moaned as her world exploded around her for the fourth time in as many minutes, "Ahhhhhhhh~! H-Hoooooowwwww~?!? Is this possible~?! It is even better than the first~! Oh, oh, oh, you will ruin me~!"
She was entirely at his mercy. She was laid bare before him, reduced to nothing but pure ecstasy. Her body was his, a plaything for his devilish attention.
Her mind felt like it was rolling in her head in the most pleasant way. Like the rest of the world wasn't real. Like all that mattered was Fleur, Atlas, and their shared rapture.
Still, Fleur was nothing if not stubborn. With her mind ravaged with pleasure, her body ravished, a strange semblance of sense returned to her. She couldn't stop cumming. But the moments of absolute bliss brought clarity.
She laughed like tinkling bells, "Hahahaha~! B-Be prepared, Atlas! I-I shall turn the tables! You will submit eventually!"
Atlas ignored her warnings. The wonderous fool~! Fleur would have the last laugh. Of that, she would make sure~! She whined and wailed but she was not beaten! Not yet!
He drilled into her core with his thrusts. He tore ecstasy and orgasms from her nerves. He stretched her perfectly to her limit. He filled her to the brim.
It was everything Fleur wanted. Everything she craved, day and night, since their first time together. Her mind was cracked but not shattered. She would not rest until he confessed his love for her as well!
IIIII
*Plap plap plap plap plap plap plap~!*
Flesh came together again and again. Skin smacked against skin. Bodies danced a dance as old as mankind itself.
The sound filled the room, likely spilling beyond the thick stone walls. Wet squelches joined the drumbeat of skin on skin. Occasionally, an especially loud smack — of a strong palm on a perfectly-shaped bum — could be heard like punctuation. A musical voice, moaning and mewling, capped the lewd song of sex and sin.
Fleur was on fire. Her skin, her insides, her mind. Everything burned. It consumed her. It fed her. It scalded her soul.
She just went back for more. More, more, more, more! Fleur was burning up in a frenzy of ecstasy and she couldn't get enough!
She rose higher and higher, breaking straight through the glass ceiling she'd put around her Veela passion.
Her core sang. A song of desire. Of passion. Of sheer, unimaginable pleasure.
She was so far past the edge. Yet, she didn't sink. She didn't fall. She floated. She soared. On wings of sex, fervor, and fire.
She found herself face down on the bed. Her arms had given out on her. Her backside was still raised on spread knees. Her feet kicked. Her toes curled. She bit the sheets she'd conjured seemingly so long ago. They barely muffled her screams.
Her body glistened with evidence of their coupling. Her skin was flushed with color and life. No place more so than her bum. Handprints marked her skin, already rosy from Atlas' thrusts.
She fluttered around Atlas. Constantly cumming over and over again. She wasn't given a second of rest anymore. Any plans or schemes were long gone from her mind.
As much as she tried, she couldn't focus on getting Atlas to somehow submit to her. It just wasn't possible. Her vision was clouded with white spots of pure euphoria.
Fleur's pussy desperately gripped the cock invading her depths. She felt like she should have been strangling the steel rod.
Still, Atlas sawed in and out of her. No place within her was left untouched. Every inch of him sent gasoline rushing through her veins, only fueling Fleur's fire. And oh how many inches he had to give~!
"Yesh~! Yesh~! Yesh~! Yesh~! Yesssssssh~!" Fleur cried into the sheets of the bed.
She bit down hard to muffle her final squeal of pleasure. Her arms could barely move but her hands fisted the sheets as well. Her whole body shook and quivered.
Evidence of her pleasure and arousal soaked the bed beneath her pussy. She was quite literally squirting. She hadn't stopped since Atlas began.
Her thighs were soaked with her fluids. As was Atlas' crotch. His cock shined and shimmered on every outstroke, pulling away with more of her feminine juices each time.
Pure sex filled the room. It was as if Fleur was painting him with her color and scent. He marked her in turn, from her skin to the deepest parts within her.
Fleur knew she would never be rid of him. Atlas, his scent, this pleasure would stain her for the rest of her life. A whimper escaped her throat at the thought. She was his.
Her next orgasm came twice as strong, bowling through her. Her mind was left fuzzy — fluttering and floating fucking fantastically!
Every curse she knew poured from her lips and still didn't manage to live up to everything she was feeling, "Putain~! Oh putain de bordel de merde~! You will fucking break meeeeee~! I shall never walk straight again, Atlas~! Oh, fuuuuuuuccckkkkk~!"
Atlas chuckled, never pausing his movements for a moment, "That's quite the dirty mouth you've got there, Fleur."
"Oh bordel~! I cannot stop cuuuummmmmmmiinngg~!" Fleur moaned into the bedsheets.
Atlas leaned over her back. His body engulfed hers as she engulfed him over and over in turn. His cock shifted, grinding along her clit with each thrust.
"Good~" He whispered, barely panting, in her ear.
Fleur felt her body seize and spasm. She tightened. She was flattened to the bed beneath her lover. His chest was solid against her back, his arms pushing her down, his legs flexing with powerful thrusts, all she could feel was Atlas.
The rest of the world faded into the void. Atlas was all there was. Her and Atlas. The pleasure shared between them. The flames they fanned. The climaxes wrought from her very soul.
Fleur was overwhelmed. So deliciously overwhelmed~! Taut with tension, her body writhed beneath him. Fleur was an ocean of sensation, set alight and constantly burning.
He pushed into her, diving deep into her depths. She clenched. Atlas stretched her open around him. She was a broken faucet — arousal and ecstasy pouring out of her. Atlas did nothing to stem the squirting flood.
Pleasure to the point of intoxication, Fleur was drunk. She moaned until she was breathless. Bliss. Pure bliss. Nothing else compared. She was taken, swept away on a wave of heady climaxes.
He was steel against her. He was steel within her. He was everywhere, everything. A balm for her bratty soul. Fuel for her fire. The hammer and anvil Fleur found herself molded against.
Fleur felt his corded muscles flex. She felt his cock throb. She felt her core pulse for him like some kind of wanton whore~!
Even outside the physical, Atlas was there, thrusting through her defenses like they were paper. Her magic reached out to him, accepting him into her core. Like flames, her magic licked at his magic. Atlas gave freely, bestowing Fleur with everything her magic begged for.
Their souls danced and twirled. At once separate and whole, they complimented each other. Her Veela fire roared and raged, absorbing magic and passion alike as fuel.
Atlas bore her flames, seemingly unbothered. Everything she consumed, he provided. And he never seemed to run dry.
The bird of fire and desire inside her preened and chirped at the unending font of energy. It grew. It thrived. It fed the excess back into him. Lust, passion, and magic were exchanged in a fiery cycle.
Atlas' soul led Fleur's on a magical dance. They twirled. They dipped. They flew together.
Fleur watched it all in her mind's eye. On two fronts, she was overwhelmed. In the physical, Atlas pounded her body into submission. Her nerves were on fire, her flesh weak and eagerly yielding to Atlas.
Magically, his soul seduced hers, plying and soothing her with sweet nothings and power that sent her soul fluttering and swooning. It was intoxicating, all-consuming in a way Fleur didn't even want to resist.
Atlas' body began to tense against her, growing tighter and tighter with each thrust. His soul spun hers into him like a dancer.
An unheard song crescendoed. The flames flared. Something built and built inside both of them. The climax, greater than the countless Fleur felt before, reared its beautiful, wonderful head~!
With a groan that Fleur felt in her bones, Atlas buried himself inside her. His soul lifted hers, holding her aloft so she felt like she was flying more so than ever. Everything exploded.
Her mind flashed white. Her eyes squeezed shut. She bit the bedsheets like she was trying to tear them. Her whole body tensed and twitched, tingling all over. The core of her being cried out. Her soul soared on wings of fire.
Pure heat, hotter than anything Fleur had ever felt, spilled within her. Atlas' hips bucked, trying to get impossibly deeper. He throbbed hard enough to make his cock jump inside her. His whole body engulfed her, inside and out. His soul did the same.
They came. They came together. They came apart at the seams. Atlas was laid bare before her and Fleur before him. Words could not describe the explosive climax. Fleur's mind wouldn't have been able to form anyway. Her mouth, even less so.
"A-Ahhnnnhhhhhh~! Mmmmaaauuuhhhmmmm~!" She could barely even moan her bliss.
"Oh fuuuu~!" Atlas groaned something incomprehensible. All Fleur heard was fireworks.
Atlas ground himself into her, coaxing them through their orgasms. Every movement sent bolts of pleasure to Fleur's core. She tightened. She squeezed. She clenched. Her walls quivered and fluttered around him uncontrollably.
Slowly, the explosion between them faded into the ether. Fleur whined, grinding out every last ounce of pleasure she could. She milked the orgasm for all it was worth. Only when her muscles stopped tensing did she stop.
Still, the aftershocks persisted. Her skin tingled. Her body twitched. Her mind rode waves of fading ecstasy. The fire in her soul dimmed and dwindled to red-hot embers.
They stayed like that for a while. Atlas buried to the hilt inside her. Fleur under him like he was the perfect weighted blanket.
Eventually, Atlas moved again. He pulled out of her. Fleur whimpered, trying to reach behind herself to hold his hips in place. Her arms didn't respond.
She felt so empty when he left. The feeling didn't last for long. Fleur felt a ripple in the air as he magicked himself clean. Then he sat on the bed and pulled her head into his lap. Her soul perked up, her mind was soothed, and her tummy fluttered as he held her there and gently stroked her hair.
"What a way to start the morning…" Atlas muttered to himself.
Fleur let herself relax and recover. She floated on silk and satin. The world outside this room was nonexistent to her. Her soul thrummed with power. Her core pulsed with waves of bliss. Fleur was so completely and utterly content. She would have lain there in Atlas' lap until the end of time.
Minutes later, she turned her head to look up at him. A pout played across her face. Atlas looked down at her with an amused smirk pulling at his lips.
"What's up, Fleur? Not satisfied?"
Fleur continued to silently pout but shook her head slightly.
"Then what is it? I can't read your mind. You'll have to use your words~" He teased.
Fleur scoffed, "Do not be obtuse, Atlas. You know what's bothering me."
"I really don't," Atlas simply said.
She looked away and worried at her lip before mumbling in a soft voice, "… I-I lost… again… I did not make you declare your love for me."
"Is that it?" Atlas asked with amusement.
Fleur nodded hesitantly.
"Fleur," He continued. "You're wonderful. Beautiful. Stunning. Fun. Lovely. I'm utterly ecstatic to have you in my life."
Fleur preened, her heart swelling alongside her ego. Of course~! It was only natural he would praise her~!
"But you're also almost impossibly weak to pleasure. There was absolutely no chance you would have made me lose my sense and declare something like that without meaning it."
"Y-You rogue!" Fleur squawked.
Atlas chuckled, "That being said. I am currently very, very fond of you. And I look forward to saying 'I love you' in the future when I mean it 100% and you're conscious enough to enjoy it."
Fleur's pout of outrage crumbled into a pleased smile, "Very well. I suppose that will do for now. I will be waiting, Atlas Black! Do not disappoint me!"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
< New Coven Member Initiated >
< Coven Members (9): Septima Vector, Luna Lovegood, Gabrielle Delacour, Bellatrix Black, Aurora Sinistra, Hermione Granger, Heather Potter, Daphne Greengrass, Fleur Delacour >
< +5 to Luck, +5 to Willpower >
< Luck 51+5=56/100, Willpower 48+5=53/100 >
< +5 to Soul, +5 to Mind >
< Soul 54+5=59/100+, Mind 56+5=61/100+ >
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