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Fleur's Morning After
Fleur reflects on the past fifteen hours after waking up with her Master.
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Fleur woke up early in the morning to the feel of her new Master inside of her, she reveled in the feeling of closeness to Him, though her mind made her go back over the events of the last fifteen hours. She recalled doing a little reading and eating dinner with the members of the Order of the Phoenix. She remembered that she had gone to bed around 10:15, and a few minutes later, Bill had come in. She remembered kissing and caressing her former fiancée. She recalled that she had opened his fly and was about to take him in her mouth when the call had gone out that there was an attack going on at 4 Privet Drive. Bill, being one of the members on duty, fastened himself back up and left with the rest of the Order. Now, she shuddered at the thought that she would have tainted her mouth with such a dick when she had her Master nearby all along with His magnificent cock.
She remembered that nine members of the Order, including Dumbledore himself, had gone to her Master's former residence to attempt to stop the death eaters. She recalled waiting up for most of the night for them, and that only four of the nine who had left returned, though they returned with her Master in tow. He had looked distraught, and she thought she understood why when she noticed the empty cage that used to house His owl, especially when she saw the end result of a spell that Dumbledore had cast on some death eater's wand. All she had heard before everyone went to sleep was that the battle had been slightly in the death eaters' favor, numerically. There were twelve of them fighting against only ten of the Order. A thirteenth death eater, apparently the one whose wand Dumbledore had examined, had gotten inside her Master's house, slain His family, and was about to kill Him when He reacted defensively, casting a stunner that knocked the death eater backwards and down the stairs, resulting in a broken neck. That was all she had heard before exhaustion claimed her as the stress of worry wore off and she went to sleep.
FLASHBACK
When she woke up, she was not where she had fallen asleep. She was naked, blindfolded, and trapped in a set of stocks. She remembered hearing footsteps away from her as she awoke trapped like she had been. She was in the stocks for no longer than half an hour when she decided that she didn't like them much. These stocks were not only uncomfortable, but they were also magical, and the effect of the magic on her was magnification of feeling. She was sweating and crying, primarily. She could feel each and every bead of sweat as though it were a finger being run across her body rather harshly, and every tear was the same once they got past the blindfold around her eyes. She then heard footsteps approaching, and she tried calling out to the other person as the door to wherever she was being held opened, "Excuze me? Could you 'elp me, pleaze?" There was no response to her question, so she reached out with her magic to try and get a read on the other person. To her astonishment, there was another person in the room, and both of the signatures she was sensing seemed familiar, the second more than the first. The first one seemed like she might know it, even though changes had been made, while the second one seemed like she knew it instinctively, but couldn't let her mind make the connection yet. She heard the footsteps approach her and felt someone kneel down by her, placing a hand atop her head. She felt a breath and heard a whispered voice next to her ear. The voice sounded very seductive, and the air blown onto her ear made her shiver slightly in arousal.
"No one can help you, my dear, except yourself," was all the voice said, but it went straight to her cunt. That voice caused her to start to drip in anticipation. The other person, she thought it was a man, got up and walked around behind her. The sheer submissiveness of the situation was enough to turn her on even more. When He slid a finger inside her, she gasped both at the act of penetration itself, and because she could feel every millimeter of the finger within her body as though it were pressing in all directions. He withdrew His finger and moved around her some more, until He knelt and whispered in her other ear, His voice again arousing her even further. "I'm glad you're a virgin, my dear, otherwise I wouldn't offer you a choice. I have here, in this room, a cat-o'-nine-tails, a riding crop, and a few other odds and ends that I can use to make your time here very . . . unpleasant. However, I offer you a choice. I also have here a friend of yours, I believe. Bill Weasley. If you choose to be my consort, I shall let him go. If, however, you say no, I will kill him, and you will watch. But then, you may leave. So, these are your options: first, that you agree to be my consort and in return, I will release Bill; second, you don't make a choice, to which I will respond with everything I have; third, you say no, and I kill your friend but you get to go free. You have one hour to decide." She heard the footsteps retreating and the door close once again. She stretched out her magical sense to get a read on the third person's aura again. It turned out that her tormentor wasn't lying. It was indeed her fiancée in the room, though she couldn't tell exactly where, she knew he was here.
She sobbed audibly because she was trapped. She cared about Bill enough that she didn't want him to die, but she didn't want to betray him, even physically, with anyone either. She felt more tears running down her face at her situation, and after an hour she could not come up with a proper response. She didn't want to say yes . . . but she didn't want to say no, either. She heard the door open again and those footsteps, she was astonished at how quickly the time seemed to have passed. The voice came from in front of her, "Have you made your choice yet, my dear?"
"Non."
"Is that your choice, or you haven't made a choice?"
"I 'ave not made a choize."
"I see." He stopped talking, and she heard His footsteps walk away from her for several minutes, though she didn't hear His return, she suspected He had when she heard the noise of something cutting through the air. A few seconds later, she heard the noise again, but as a prelude to an impact on her lower back. The point of impact was a narrow line, but it felt as though she were being hit with the Cruciatus curse while having white-hot irons cut into her back at the same time. Again and again the pain lanced through her body, until twenty-five blows were laid across her lower back. Then, the impacts stopped occurring, and a few seconds later, she felt her tormentor's breath as He whispered to her, "I know it hurts. I understand that it's painful. If you want the pain to stop, all you have to say is 'Master.' If you call me master, then the pain will stop, understand?" She nodded mutely in reply, unable to believe what she was hearing. She heard Him pick something else up that swished on a hard surface, and then she felt another impact, this time on her ass. This pain felt only marginally less than the pain of the first object. This time, the irons were only red-hot. Then, for the next twenty minutes, she got to feel that pain all over her lower back and ass. Every time the second object struck one of its own marks, the pain flared briefly before settling back down. Every time it struck one of the marks left by the first object, she nearly passed out, she was in so much pain. Finally, she could take no more of the sheer agony that she was being subjected to. She cried out, just for the sake of relief, "Pleaze, Master! I'm yours! Just stop the pain!"
Immediately, the blows stopped, and the pain lessened considerably, coming down from tortuous to manageable levels. Then, she felt a hand run up her thigh and come into contact with her dripping pussy. The voice asked with just a hint of smug satisfaction, "Being dominated turned you on, didn't it Fleur?"
"Oui, Master."
"Good." She felt something pressing against the entrance to her pussy, and screamed as it slid in swiftly and fiercely, breaking her hymen in one shot. She realized that her new Master was fucking her and she screamed slightly every time He bottomed out, impacting her cervix. After a time, her screams became low moans, and her moans then turned into cries of pleasure and outpourings begging Him not to stop. They fucked for nearly an hour, during which she orgasmed several times, each time coming down from her high to find that He was still going at it, until she felt Him swell within her and heard Him hiss a couple of words, which she thought she recognized, but couldn't put her finger on what He had said. Then, He was shooting His load inside her, and she felt a strange euphoria overtake her mind, in this euphoria, she felt something like three snakes of magical energy pierce her magical core, and then the snakes dissipated, as did the euphoria, but she now felt an undying love for her new Master and a desire to do exactly as He commanded. After coming down from His own orgasm, her Master pulled out of her and after a few seconds, she felt a pressure on her lips and opened her mouth, ready to accept Him inside her. She couldn't care less about Bill right now. She was so content being with her Master that He could pull out his wand, wave it towards Bill and say, "/Avada Kedavra/," and she wouldn't care.
What really surprised her was that He pulled off her blindfold and she looked up at him, seeing that her Master was none other than Harry Potter, who looked down at her with affection in His gaze as He caressed her cheek and fucked her mouth. After she finished Him off with her mouth, swallowing as much as she could, her Master presented her with a most precious gift: a collar. It wasn't very intimidating or disturbing to look at, it was a simple, thin, black leather collar with little roses pressed into the leather. She smiled up at Him and placed it around her neck, tightening it until it wouldn't chafe, but not enough that it would restrict her breathing. After Bill made the foolish mistake of trying to attack Him, and being killed in the process, He offered to take her on a tour of this tower. He called it 'The Tower of High Sorcery.' She loved it. At her Master's insistence, she didn't wear clothes, though it wasn't bad because the inside of the tower was pleasantly warm. At the end of the tour, He told her that He would be gathering a harem, which made sense, as He was deserving of one and He told her that she would be His primary consort with authority over the other women in His harem. After that, things got a little heated, and He began fucking her on the top floor of the tower, and brought her down to the master bedroom to finish.
END FLASHBACK
She remembered that nine members of the Order, including Dumbledore himself, had gone to her Master's former residence to attempt to stop the death eaters. She recalled waiting up for most of the night for them, and that only four of the nine who had left returned, though they returned with her Master in tow. He had looked distraught, and she thought she understood why when she noticed the empty cage that used to house His owl, especially when she saw the end result of a spell that Dumbledore had cast on some death eater's wand. All she had heard before everyone went to sleep was that the battle had been slightly in the death eaters' favor, numerically. There were twelve of them fighting against only ten of the Order. A thirteenth death eater, apparently the one whose wand Dumbledore had examined, had gotten inside her Master's house, slain His family, and was about to kill Him when He reacted defensively, casting a stunner that knocked the death eater backwards and down the stairs, resulting in a broken neck. That was all she had heard before exhaustion claimed her as the stress of worry wore off and she went to sleep.
FLASHBACK
When she woke up, she was not where she had fallen asleep. She was naked, blindfolded, and trapped in a set of stocks. She remembered hearing footsteps away from her as she awoke trapped like she had been. She was in the stocks for no longer than half an hour when she decided that she didn't like them much. These stocks were not only uncomfortable, but they were also magical, and the effect of the magic on her was magnification of feeling. She was sweating and crying, primarily. She could feel each and every bead of sweat as though it were a finger being run across her body rather harshly, and every tear was the same once they got past the blindfold around her eyes. She then heard footsteps approaching, and she tried calling out to the other person as the door to wherever she was being held opened, "Excuze me? Could you 'elp me, pleaze?" There was no response to her question, so she reached out with her magic to try and get a read on the other person. To her astonishment, there was another person in the room, and both of the signatures she was sensing seemed familiar, the second more than the first. The first one seemed like she might know it, even though changes had been made, while the second one seemed like she knew it instinctively, but couldn't let her mind make the connection yet. She heard the footsteps approach her and felt someone kneel down by her, placing a hand atop her head. She felt a breath and heard a whispered voice next to her ear. The voice sounded very seductive, and the air blown onto her ear made her shiver slightly in arousal.
"No one can help you, my dear, except yourself," was all the voice said, but it went straight to her cunt. That voice caused her to start to drip in anticipation. The other person, she thought it was a man, got up and walked around behind her. The sheer submissiveness of the situation was enough to turn her on even more. When He slid a finger inside her, she gasped both at the act of penetration itself, and because she could feel every millimeter of the finger within her body as though it were pressing in all directions. He withdrew His finger and moved around her some more, until He knelt and whispered in her other ear, His voice again arousing her even further. "I'm glad you're a virgin, my dear, otherwise I wouldn't offer you a choice. I have here, in this room, a cat-o'-nine-tails, a riding crop, and a few other odds and ends that I can use to make your time here very . . . unpleasant. However, I offer you a choice. I also have here a friend of yours, I believe. Bill Weasley. If you choose to be my consort, I shall let him go. If, however, you say no, I will kill him, and you will watch. But then, you may leave. So, these are your options: first, that you agree to be my consort and in return, I will release Bill; second, you don't make a choice, to which I will respond with everything I have; third, you say no, and I kill your friend but you get to go free. You have one hour to decide." She heard the footsteps retreating and the door close once again. She stretched out her magical sense to get a read on the third person's aura again. It turned out that her tormentor wasn't lying. It was indeed her fiancée in the room, though she couldn't tell exactly where, she knew he was here.
She sobbed audibly because she was trapped. She cared about Bill enough that she didn't want him to die, but she didn't want to betray him, even physically, with anyone either. She felt more tears running down her face at her situation, and after an hour she could not come up with a proper response. She didn't want to say yes . . . but she didn't want to say no, either. She heard the door open again and those footsteps, she was astonished at how quickly the time seemed to have passed. The voice came from in front of her, "Have you made your choice yet, my dear?"
"Non."
"Is that your choice, or you haven't made a choice?"
"I 'ave not made a choize."
"I see." He stopped talking, and she heard His footsteps walk away from her for several minutes, though she didn't hear His return, she suspected He had when she heard the noise of something cutting through the air. A few seconds later, she heard the noise again, but as a prelude to an impact on her lower back. The point of impact was a narrow line, but it felt as though she were being hit with the Cruciatus curse while having white-hot irons cut into her back at the same time. Again and again the pain lanced through her body, until twenty-five blows were laid across her lower back. Then, the impacts stopped occurring, and a few seconds later, she felt her tormentor's breath as He whispered to her, "I know it hurts. I understand that it's painful. If you want the pain to stop, all you have to say is 'Master.' If you call me master, then the pain will stop, understand?" She nodded mutely in reply, unable to believe what she was hearing. She heard Him pick something else up that swished on a hard surface, and then she felt another impact, this time on her ass. This pain felt only marginally less than the pain of the first object. This time, the irons were only red-hot. Then, for the next twenty minutes, she got to feel that pain all over her lower back and ass. Every time the second object struck one of its own marks, the pain flared briefly before settling back down. Every time it struck one of the marks left by the first object, she nearly passed out, she was in so much pain. Finally, she could take no more of the sheer agony that she was being subjected to. She cried out, just for the sake of relief, "Pleaze, Master! I'm yours! Just stop the pain!"
Immediately, the blows stopped, and the pain lessened considerably, coming down from tortuous to manageable levels. Then, she felt a hand run up her thigh and come into contact with her dripping pussy. The voice asked with just a hint of smug satisfaction, "Being dominated turned you on, didn't it Fleur?"
"Oui, Master."
"Good." She felt something pressing against the entrance to her pussy, and screamed as it slid in swiftly and fiercely, breaking her hymen in one shot. She realized that her new Master was fucking her and she screamed slightly every time He bottomed out, impacting her cervix. After a time, her screams became low moans, and her moans then turned into cries of pleasure and outpourings begging Him not to stop. They fucked for nearly an hour, during which she orgasmed several times, each time coming down from her high to find that He was still going at it, until she felt Him swell within her and heard Him hiss a couple of words, which she thought she recognized, but couldn't put her finger on what He had said. Then, He was shooting His load inside her, and she felt a strange euphoria overtake her mind, in this euphoria, she felt something like three snakes of magical energy pierce her magical core, and then the snakes dissipated, as did the euphoria, but she now felt an undying love for her new Master and a desire to do exactly as He commanded. After coming down from His own orgasm, her Master pulled out of her and after a few seconds, she felt a pressure on her lips and opened her mouth, ready to accept Him inside her. She couldn't care less about Bill right now. She was so content being with her Master that He could pull out his wand, wave it towards Bill and say, "/Avada Kedavra/," and she wouldn't care.
What really surprised her was that He pulled off her blindfold and she looked up at him, seeing that her Master was none other than Harry Potter, who looked down at her with affection in His gaze as He caressed her cheek and fucked her mouth. After she finished Him off with her mouth, swallowing as much as she could, her Master presented her with a most precious gift: a collar. It wasn't very intimidating or disturbing to look at, it was a simple, thin, black leather collar with little roses pressed into the leather. She smiled up at Him and placed it around her neck, tightening it until it wouldn't chafe, but not enough that it would restrict her breathing. After Bill made the foolish mistake of trying to attack Him, and being killed in the process, He offered to take her on a tour of this tower. He called it 'The Tower of High Sorcery.' She loved it. At her Master's insistence, she didn't wear clothes, though it wasn't bad because the inside of the tower was pleasantly warm. At the end of the tour, He told her that He would be gathering a harem, which made sense, as He was deserving of one and He told her that she would be His primary consort with authority over the other women in His harem. After that, things got a little heated, and He began fucking her on the top floor of the tower, and brought her down to the master bedroom to finish.
END FLASHBACK
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