Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

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Apolline joins the fold~

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Obviously, this was not how Apolline anticipated this meeting going. She’d been somewhat resigned by the time she actually met with Harry Potter. Running it all through her head, she hadn’t known how she was going to protect her daughter from the British Wizard.

Oh how times changed. As she rises from her chair, the beautiful Delacour Matriarch taps her wand against her dress, allowing it to unravel from her body in a tantalizing, sensual display. Her naked flesh catches Harry’s eyes and his lips turn up slightly as he drinks in the sight of her standing before him in just her undergarments.

Setting her wand aside, Apolline is more physical in how she removes her bra, reaching back behind herself to unclasp it and carefully taking it off one cup at a time while staring Harry directly in the eye. Her full breasts, larger than Fleur’s by at least a size or two, defy gravity with their inhuman perkiness.

But then, there are certain advantages to being only half-human. Advantages such as Apolline looking like her daughters’ older sister, rather than their mother. Advantages such as having access to inherent veela magics.

To remove her panties, Apolline calls upon her inner fire to truly give Harry a show. It starts with an ember, before flaring up. She literally burns her underwear off of her body, revealing perfectly smooth flesh and a carefully trimmed patch behind as she stands before the young wizard, finally fully naked.

Then, without missing a beat, Apolline drops to her knees before him and extracts Harry’s cock from its confines. As she finally lays her hands on his member, beginning to stroke his length from half-mast to fully erect, he finally breaks the silence that’s fallen over the room.@@novelbin@@

“You’re certainly going above and beyond right now, Apolline.”

No more Lady Delacour for her. But then, given that she’s naked and on her knees, Apolline supposes she can’t exactly expect Harry to remain… distant. Still, he’s seen right through her. Not that she was trying to hide it.

Leaning forward to place a kiss upon the head of his cock that would have been considered chaste if it were delivered anywhere else, the Delacour Matriarch looks up into her soon-to-be Master’s eyes.

“As I told you before… I am still opposed to the idea of my daughter joining your Wizard’s Coven. It is my hope that I can convince you to leave her out of this.”

Harry frowns a little at that, looking unconvinced.

“I’ve been stringing Fleur along since the beginning of the year. I’m not sure I have it in me to reject her now. That would just be cruel.”

Ah, was that his only hang up? Apolline chuckles throatily as she runs her tongue along the underside of his cock while fondling his balls with her hand. Finally returning to the tip of his member, she shakes her head with a smirk.

“I’m not asking that you reject her entirely, Harry. If you wish to have sex with my daughter, then have sex with my daughter. All I ask is that you refrain from adding her to your Wizard’s Coven. She’s still young, and she deserves the chance to grow and mature a bit more before making a lifelong decision like that.”

That was fair, wasn’t it? Apolline would never tell Fleur who she could and couldn’t have sex with. But while Harry’s cause was righteous and growing his power was crucial to keep their world spinning, Fleur didn’t have to be involved in that part. Not when he could have Apolline instead.

The wizard still hesitates for a moment, before slowly nodding. She can tell he might not be fully convinced even now… but then, she’s just getting started.

Leaning forward, Apolline finally takes Harry into her mouth. As her tongue swirls around his rock hard shaft, she gazes up at him with mesmerizing blue eyes. She’s not some virgin maiden. She’s a mature half-veela and she knows how to pleasure a man. Her skilled lips and tongue work in tandem to show Harry that much.

At the same time, her hands gently caress Harry’s thighs as she bobs her head up and down. Her silken, silver-blonde locks brush against his skin. This close to him, Apolline Delacour can feel Harry’s magic pulsing within him, just waiting to be let out. All that power contained within one wizard… it’s intoxicating as much as it had horrified her just a short time ago.

But while Harry is perhaps not a purely good man… he’s not a bad man either. He’s not evil, just desperate. And after seeing what he’d traveled back in time to fight, Apolline understands that desperation completely. They’re living through Harry Potter’s second chance right now. They’re living within his Hail Mary.

If nothing is done, if Harry isn’t able to change things, then all of it ends. The muggles will go to war and destroy themselves. More than that, they will destroy magic as well, accelerating the decline of magic everywhere faster than it was already taking place. Her people… her coven would die. She would die.

Apolline couldn’t let that happen. Not just because a selfish part of her wanted to live, but also for the sake of her daughters. That’s why she’s giving herself up to Harry Potter on a silver platter. That’s why she will bind her magic to his and then put her all into explaining to her Coven why it MUST be done.

She wouldn’t be able to tell them everything. The time travel would be hard to explain, and she doubted that her new Master would appreciate such secrets being spread around too much anyways. But Apolline didn’t need the time travel to convince them. The decay of magic at the hands of the unaware muggles had been ongoing for a long time. So long that even the Veela Coven that Apolline had been born into knew something was off. They just didn’t know what it was.

Until now. Harry had given her more than just an explanation for why he was forming a Wizard’s Coven. He had given her answers that her Coven had sought for decades at this point.

For that, Apolline pulls out all the stops, taking him deep into her mouth and constricting her throat around his cock as she swallows him whole. All the while, her tongue writhes against the underside of his shaft, coaxing him ever closer to the edge.

Harry’s hands tangle in her hair as he watches her work, and Apolline can tell he’s marveling at her technique, at the grace and passion she brings to this task. As she continues her ministrations, his breathing grows heavier and heavier, his body tensing with impending release. Her skilled mouth eventually proves to be too much to bear.

“Here it comes, Apolline…”

There’s no internal struggle on whether she’ll swallow or not. Having heard all about Harry’s magical seed from Fleur, Apolline Delacour wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him in deep, taking him all the way to the base one last time. Harry grunts as she looks up at him with glowing blue eyes… and cums a moment later.

She swallows every last drop without fail of course, not choking on even a single ounce of his seed. She guzzles his cum down like there’s no tomorrow… and shudders at how frighteningly delectable his magical ejaculate tastes.

Apolline’s eyes flutter as she feels Harry’s magic settling along with his cum down in her belly. The cum sits in her stomach like a satisfying meal, but his magic… his magic suffuses out through her body, her veela heritage causing her to respond all the more strongly to it. When he’s finally done cumming, Apolline lets him pull back out of her throat and mouth and kneels there before him for a moment, panting heavily.

“That… I can see why my daughter is addicted to you, Harry. You are a very dangerous man.”

From the glint in his eye, she can tell he knows she doesn’t mean in the typical way. While the amount of power he can call upon likely DOES make him dangerous in battle too, what Apolline is talking about is how dangerous he is to magical women of all types. Even for a witch, he would be intoxicating, though it’s likely they would not truly understand why.

Regardless…

“Shall we begin making the circle? Do you require my assistance at all?”

To that, Harry just grins and shakes his head in amusement, before gesturing behind her. Blinking, Apolline looks back over her bared shoulder… only to startle as she watches Harry’s floating wand put the final touches on an already-glowing Ritual Circle. Her mouth goes dry as she realizes that all that time, while she’d been trying to blow his mind with her oral technique… he’d been multitasking and preparing for the Binding Ritual.

Her eyes flicker over the circle, looking for any mistakes Harry might have made. Admittedly, she doesn’t know exactly what the circle is supposed to look like, but everything looks properly put together. She huffs a little bit as she looks back at Harry.

“You truly know how to stab right at the heart of a woman’s pride, Harry Potter.”

Harry raises an eyebrow at that, but Apolline is already moving into position. Turning, she crawls on her hands and knees into the center of the Ritual Circle. Then, looking back over her shoulder, she reaches under herself and uses her fingers to spread her glistening pussy lips while she arches her spine.

She doesn’t have to see the arousal shining in Harry’s eyes to know she’s striking quite the pose. Veela are naturally seductive creatures at the end of the day, and Apolline knows how to use her body to great effect to get what she wants from men. Of course, after today, she will belong to one man. One wizard. A shiver of both anticipation and trepidation runs down Apolline Delacour’s spine as Harry slowly approaches her.

Finally, he sinks down to his knees behind her and grabs her by the hips. The Ritual Circle glows all the more brightly and Apolline feels his magic churning inside of her already, ready to facilitate the binding between them.

As he sinks into her cunt from behind, Apolline moans throatily, shuddering from the sensation of her insides being stretched so far. This might all be Necessary with a capital N, but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy herself as well. Harry seems to agree as he gathers her silver-blonde locks in one hand and pulls her head back, fucking her with brutish, invigorating force that has Apolline squealing and clenching down around his cock all the harder.

Leaning forward, the wizard reaches around with his free hand and gropes one of Apolline’s massive breasts, giving it a nice solid squeeze as he plows her silly from behind.

“Apolline Delacour. Are you ready to be mine?”

As he intones the words, Apolline can feel the Ritual Magic seeping into her bones. She shivers and nods hastily, only to realize when Harry spanks her that he needs a verbal response to continue.

“Ah! Yes! Yes, I am ready!”

Growling, Harry ups the pace, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh growing even louder.

“Are you willing to submit to me, now and forever?”

Magic roils around them, waiting for her answer.

“Yes! I’m willing!”

Growling lustfully, Harry increases his pace even more. His thrusts turn downright punishing, but Apolline is enjoying herself too much to care.

“Then name me as your Master, Apolline Delacour. Swear yourself to my service.”

Panting, moaning, and squealing at the top of her lungs, Apolline does it. She submits.

“Master! Master! OH MERLIN, MASTEEEEER!!!”

Her eyes roll back in her head as she cums hard upon Harry… upon her Master’s cock. She experiences a full body shudder, while Harry grunts and finishes off the ritual. His magic melds with hers, binding them together more tightly than anything. In that moment, Apolline’s magic is no longer her own. It belongs to Harry now. It belongs to her Master.

And yet, she feels content. Satisfied, even. It feels… good to be bound. She’d heard about that. How Merlin’s Harem all spoke on loving being under his control. She’d always assumed it was just exaggerations and embellishments, or that it was because Merlin himself was so amazing.

But now that she’s given her magic to Harry to do whatever he likes, Apolline feels… at peace. She feels safe, she feels taken care of. She knows, no matter what comes next, that she can count on Harry to look after her.

Pulling out of her, Harry turns Apolline around using his grip on her hair. She half-expects him to use her mouth to clean off his cock and even opens wide to do so, so she’s caught off guard when he kisses her instead. Her eyes flutter as their tongues wrestle, but she quickly submits to his domineering, overwhelming technique.

A shiver runs down her spine as they makeout for a while, until finally, Harry pulls away entirely and gives her a smirk.

“Welcome to the team, Apolline.”

Heart thudding in her chest, Apolline swallows thickly.

“Thank you… Master. What would you ask of me?”

Harry hums for a moment before shaking his head.

“Nothing immediately. I still need to wrap up the Triwizard Tournament and clean things up here in Magical Britain before I turn my eyes elsewhere. Just… make in roads with your Veela Coven and start looking into things for the French Magical Government for me. After this year comes to a close, we’ll be picking up the pace. By the time I’m done at Hogwarts, I want to be making progress on everything, so that we’re ahead of schedule for stopping the Apocalypse.”

Apolline bows her head in easy acceptance.

“It shall be done, my Lord.”

That just causes Harry to wrinkle his nose a bit.

“… Less of that, please. Sounds like you’re addressing Voldemort or something.”

Feeling strangely younger than she’s felt in decades, Apolline lets out a little giggle.

“Well… you are essentially a Dark Lord, Harry. There are those who would try to stop you, if they knew what you were up to.”

From the long-suffering sigh that leaves Harry’s mouth, he knows that already. He doesn’t give her any sort of response, however. Instead, he summons his wand to his hand and with a flick of his wrist begins setting everything aright. The ritual circle vanishes. Apolline finds herself cleaned up and dressed.

Rising to her feet, the Delacour Matriarch is about to say something else, but Harry is already turning to leave.

“We’ll be in touch, Apolline.”

She might have chased after him, but the moment he opens the door and steps outside… Fleur rushes in. Fortunately, Hogwarts Guest Rooms are warded for privacy, so the younger Delacour hasn’t heard a single thing. Unfortunately, Apolline is still left with a rather tough situation on her hands as Fleur looks at her with wide, imploring eyes.

Harry must have cast some sort of spell on himself that caused her daughter to gloss right over him, because Fleur hadn’t even spared the man she was obsessed with a glance as she rushed past him. Instead, all of Fleur’s attention is focused on Apolline.

“How did it go, mama?”

That… was a question, wasn’t it?