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Harry hadn’t known what to expect when he returned. He knew that Fleur and Apolline would be worried sick about him, of course. It was why he was in such a hurry to get back. He hoped they were still at the restaurant, or at least nearby. He worried that they’d have left already. If they had, it would take time for them to reconnect through owl post.
The muggle crowds were all giving the restaurant a wide berth without seeming to realize it, which could only mean that someone had slapped some pretty powerful muggle-repelling charms on it. Still, those wards could be from the Amazons, a fact which had Hiroko’s hand on her sword.
He wasn’t sure what to make of Hiroko, for that matter. He felt terrible for her situation, and was happy that he was able to get her out of it. But her behavior still felt odd to Harry, especially after he’d freed her. She was hot and cold with him- evasive at some times, enthusiastic at other times, deferential at still others. He didn’t understand, for example, why she was so protective of him. A normal amount of protectiveness he could understand, but her dedication to being his self-assigned bodyguard was quite extreme. She suspiciously eyed everyone around them, placing her hand on his back whenever someone passed close. When he’d stumbled after they’d apparated, she’d been right there to steady him.
He wanted to ask her point blank what her deal was, but frankly his first priority was getting back to Fleur and Apolline. Everything else could wait.
Hiroko stepped ahead of Harry and crossed the threshold. Then came a wordless bellowed cry from within, filled with such rage that it made Harry’s blood curl. He ducked underneath Hiroko’s large frame and placed himself in front of her, just in time. Appoline came just short of them, stopping in her tracks when she saw Harry. She was in her harpy form, her avian features twisted in immense fury. Her claws were bloody, and Harry could see why. Tied to a chair was the barely recognizable form of the Amazon he had stunned. All over, her skin was rent by gashes and slashes.
She’d been brutalized, literally shredded apart by Fleur and Appoline. The Amazon tilted her head fractionally towards Hiroko. “You… fool. You shouldn’t have returned.” She croaked.
Appoline recovered from her shock and snatched Harry up. Her feathered arms wrapped around Harry like iron bands with a desperate strength and will to protect him. Fleur- also transformed- swooped in, her hackles raised as she took an aggressive posture against Hiroko. “Wait.” He grabbed Fleur’s wrist. “She’s not the enemy. She was enslaved, and I freed her with… you know.” He said meaningfully. “That’s why she returned me.” He sent a sharp look at Hiroko, she was bracing herself for battle. “She’s not going to fight you or abduct me.”
Hiroko’s arms collapsed to her sides, but she regarded the Delacours warily, who did not seem placated by Harry’s words. “She wasn’t in control of herself. But she is now, she’s going to apologize, and tell us everything about the Amazons. Right?” He glanced at Hiroko again.
“Yes.” Hiroko nodded, before dipping down onto her knees. “I apologize for taking your mate. I was not in control of my actions. I beg forgiveness.”
This brought Apolline up short, but Fleur was not convinced. She advanced ominously on the kneeling woman. “Woah, woah, woah.” Sirius called. “If Harry’s right, she’s our ticket into figuring this out. Merlin knows, we weren’t making progress with that one.” He gestured at their captive.
“You wouldn’t.” Hiroko said. “She’s been ordered to reveal nothing to her enemies. Even veratiserum wouldn’t work. You would need legilimency.”
Sirius tilted his head. “I’ve picked up on it. I’m rusty though, but I reckon her defenses are down now.”
The Amazon stared at Hiroko in what might have been shock. “How.” She choked out.
“I no longer serve her.” Hiroko smirked. “That could be you, too. You can be free of her.”
The Amazon seemed to choke and then went limp. “Did she just kill herself?” Sirius gaped.
“Shame.” Hiroko said. “Astrid was always a true believer.”
“How did she even do it?” Harry asked. She hadn’t had a wand, and she hadn’t even spoken.
“Internally directed magic.” Hiroko said. “If I were to guess, she bludgeoned her own brain.”
“But… why?”
“Not every Amazon is like me. Some are, some were dumped by their families, or kidnapped or held as hostages. Others… volunteered. Astrid was one of those. One of my mother’s fanatic little enforcers.”
At this, Apolline forcibly de-transformed, thrashing as her feathers receded and her body shifted back to her familiar shape. “Your mother?” She rasped.
“Yes. My mother is Rin Tanaka.” Hiroko said, still kneeling.
“Goddess.”
Fleur followed suit, feathers and talons receding rapidly. She stumbled, acclimating to the transformation. She stared down at Harry, and sobbed, lunging for him. Suddenly, Harry’s arms were full. He stroked her hair, trying to soothe her.
“How can we trust you?” Appoline asked.
“I returned Harry to you.”
“That could be a ploy.” She argued. “To allow you to infiltrate us, betray us from the inside.”
“For what purpose?” Hiroko snorted. “I had Harry Potter. What else of value do you have?”
The question hung in the air. There was no good rebuttal for it, except… “Then why did you let him go?” Fleur asked. She had calmed herself, but was still clinging to Harry, her cheeks stained with her tears.
“He freed me.” Hiroko said. “I owed him. It was only fair.”
“Is that why you came with me? And why you’ve been obsessed with protecting me?” Harry asked.
“No.” Hiroko answered quietly.
“Then… why?”
“Because… it was my duty to.” She said slowly, as if forcing the words out.
“She’s hiding something.” Fleur declared, standing up.
“Look-” Harry tried to argue, but Sirius interrupted.
“No, your girl’s right. She’s clearly trying to talk around something.” He said shrewdly. “The question is, what?”
Harry looked despairingly at Hiroko. “Is there anything you could say that might win their trust?”
“Yes.” Hiroko answered softly.
“Well, what is it?” Fleur asked. She remained silent. Fleur and Harry shared a bewildered look. Apolline, however, was more thoughtful.
“Harry.” She said. “You ask her.” Harry glanced quizzically at Apolline. “Humor me.” She said.
“What would you say, that would win their trust?” He asked.
“While Harry did free me from my mother’s enslavement, I am not free. Harry is my master now.” The words tumbled out all at once. “FUCK!” She smacked her fist into the floor, sending cracks through the stone tile.
“What?” Harry said dumbly.
“You are my master.” Hiroko repeated.
Sirius whistled.
“I see.” Apolline smirked, her suspicions justified. “I believe we can trust her.”
“No, no, wait.” Harry shook his head. This wasn’t what he wanted. This was a sick joke. He didn’t want a slave!
What would Hermione think? He thought hysterically.
“What-” He pressed a hand to his temple. “You don’t even want to be here?”
“I do want to be here.” Hiroko said. “I want to do whatever my master commands.” She added, before wincing. She hadn’t meant to say that!
“But- but-” Harry sputtered. “What would you have done, if you had just been freed? Without a master?”
“I would have absconded with you, hidden us away in a remote location, used you sexually and bore your daughters.” She said, before belatedly clapping a hand over her mouth.
Sirius whistled again.
Harry gaped. He felt offended. “So after I helped free you, you’d turn around and enslave me?” He’d known that was a possibility when he’d tried to seduce her, but still! “It’s okay as long as you’re the one holding the leash, eh?”
“It’s okay because you’re male.” Hiroko answered because, Harry now realized, she had to answer him. However, his guilt over doing this to her was rapidly dwindling with every new thing she said. “Males are meant to serve Veela.”
“Excuse me?” Sirius sputtered. Harry didn’t blink, however, more used to the attitudes Veela often held towards men.
Fleur’s grin had become viciously gleeful. “How does it feel, then, to have a male as your master?”
Hiroko didn’t speak.
“Answer anything Fleur or Apolline ask you honestly.” Harry told her.
“It’s humiliating.” She admitted.
“More than being enslaved to your own mother?” Fleur pressed.
“Much more.” Hiroko said. “To be the servant of a male is degrading. Yet, I find myself enjoying following his commands. And I want-” She managed to stop herself.
“Ah, ah!” Fleur tutted. “Finish what you were about to say.”
“I want to cum again. I need his cock.” Hirko admitted. “I’ve never cum so hard before. I think that’s why the compulsion is stronger, too. Following Master’s commands feels so good. I can’t help but say more than necessary, and answer things I don’t have to. And the fact that it’s a male commanding me is humiliating but I can’t help it. Goddess-”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Harry said, silencing her instantly. He turned to Apolline and Fleur. “What do we do with her?”
Fleur cackled. “Take her with us, of course.”
“Hermione will pitch a fit.”
“I’ll help her see my side of things.” Fleur promised. “Besides, I bet Hiroko wants to come. Isn’t that right, pet?”
Hiroko shuddered. “Yes, I want to come with you.”
“But it’s like you said, you’re forced to want that.” He massaged his forehead in frustration. He needed to get to the bottom of this, for his sanity if nothing else. “Okay. How about this. I release you from all previous commands.”
That proved to be an informative mistake. Hiroko’s body tensed, and before Harry could react, she launched herself at him, streaking through the air in a blur. She tackled him to the ground, the air expelling Harry’s lungs with an “Oof!”
She grabbed his head and crashed her mouth to his, spearing her tongue inside. She’d prevented him from issuing any more commands. It was clever of her, and Harry felt foolish for putting himself in this position. Everything about her made him feel small- the broadness of her body, from her hips to her shoulders, her thick, corded arms and large hands that easily cradled his head. Her tongue was the same, thicker than Fleur or Apolline’s- more than he was used to. Hiroko didn’t care. She shoved it down his throat, moaning as he gagged around it.
“Petrificus totalus.” Sirius snapped. There was a flash of light, and Hiroko fell stiffly on top of Harry.
“Perhaps you should keep your pet on a tighter leash, Harry.” Fleur yanked Hiroko back by her hair, allowing Harry to squirm out from under her.
Apolline looked down at Hiroko with something approaching disgust. “If you should be humiliated by anything, it is by that performance. Pathetic from an Amazonian warrior.”
“Alright, new commands.” Harry grunted. “You can’t touch me without my consent.” Hiroko could only move her eyes, and they stared up at him. He glanced at Sirius. “Could you…”
“I really don’t know how you get yourself into these situations, kid.” Sirius said, dispelling his binding charm.
“Don’t ask me.” Harry shrugged. Harry had almost expected Hiroko to make a run for it the moment she was released, but she didn’t. Instead, she merely rose to her feet, towering above Harry as she stared down at him. He noticed the tension that wound through her body, and it made him uneasy. It seemed that she would spring at him again the instant he released her from his command. “You’ll answer all of my questions honestly.”
“Yes, master.” Hiroko said, despite herself.
“Do you want to be free?”
“Of course.”
“We don’t know how to break the magic… but we have a contact who might be able to.” He thought of Genevieve, at the very least she’d be eager to take a look. “You could tell us what we need to know, then we go our separate ways.” He paused, to no response, and realized he hadn’t actually asked her a question. “Would that be acceptable to you?”
Hiroko hesitated but reluctantly answered. “No.”
“What’s the problem?” Harry asked.
She tried to hold back, but couldn’t help herself. “I wouldn’t get to fuck you!” She blurted. Fleur guffawed.
“Really?” He said incredulous. “You want to fuck me that bad, that you’d stay enslaved for it? Why?”
“You don’t understand.” She said. “I’ve been in your mind, and you don’t even know what lust is. Only Veela experience it to its fullest. The pleasure I experience following your commands is greater than that of your orgasm. You wouldn’t be able to function, feeling the bliss I feel right now, answering this question. Every detail I add just makes it even better.” She said, no doubt getting another spike of pleasure from it. “And when we had sex… I didn’t know it was possible to feel that good. I NEED to feel that again. I NEED IT!”
“You can’t have your cake and eat it to.” Harry said crossly. “If you want to go your own way, we aren’t exactly going to be having sex. And if we’re going to have sex, we’re doing it on my terms.”
“Your terms.” Hiroko flinched. “You should consider yourself lucky to have sex with me, not putting conditions on it. I’m a Veela! A Veela!”
Harry rolled his eyes. He knew what he was worth, he didn’t have to give his body to a Veela just because she wanted it. He was rather tired of their sense of racial superiority. He’d gotten enough of it from purebloods back in Britian. “Oh, I’m flattered. But I’m not some mindless fuck toy.” He said. “If that’s what you want, then I’m going to let you go.”
“You can’t!” Hiroko shouted. “You wouldn’t!”
He wasn’t intimidated. “Please, enlighten me. Be honest.” He said. “Why should I listen to you?” She unbuckled her chest-plate and ripped open the dark material of her blouse. Harry couldn’t help but look. She was taking deep, ragged breaths that made her chest heave.
“Look at me.” She declared. “I’ve been in your mind. We both know that I’m superior to you, physically, magically, and mentally. I’m a Veela and you-”
“Shut up.” Harry snapped. If anything, the display made him more certain of his position. Acting as her living sex toy couldn’t have been less appealing.
“She’s compensating.” Apolline said. “Her pride could not handle being enslaved, so she made herself feel better by telling herself that at least she was superior to the males.”
“Put your clothes back on.” He continued, ignoring Apolline’s reasoned explanation. Perhaps that was true, but it didn’t make her racism and sexism any more tolerable. Frankly, letting her loose would be doing the world a disservice, at least while she held this attitude.
“You have two options. We can try to set you free, or you can stay with us.” Harry said. “But if you stay, things will never be like that. I’m not going to be your sex toy. Maybe we’ll have sex, but it’ll only ever be on my terms. Got it?”
She slumped in defeat. “Okay, fine. What are your terms?” She said this petulantly, like a sullen teenager. He was surprised at how quickly she gave in. After all that bluster, she’d been a pushover.
It brought Harry up short. He didn’t have a full list of demands. Thankfully, Fleur was ready. “If you’re going with us, we need to make sure that you’re loyal.” Fleur declared. “You wouldn’t be able to leave the premises without us. You’d have to defer to all other members of the family, including Hermione. You’d have to help us with the war in any way we need. You’d only ever do anything with Harry if he wants to. We won’t abuse you.” She added. “But you wouldn’t be free. Is there anything else, mon minou?”
“Nothing I can think of.” He admitted. “This feels… weird.”
Fleur kissed his cheek, her grin sparkling. “Don’t you see, Harry? She was going to take you from us, but you came back to us with the bitch in tow. You’re such a good mate.” She peppered his face with kisses, and Harry found himself melting under her verbal and physical affection. “So loyal, so devoted, so clever and devious, and so irresistible.” She kissed him on the lips, and he opened his mouth readily to her tongue, instinctively thrusting his hips. Her hand was waiting for him, cupping his crotch. Harry throbbed and throbbed into her hand.
Sirius coughed loudly, and Fleur reluctantly pulled back. “I agree.” Apolline said. “You did wonderfully, Harry.” She kissed him next. Harry knew what they were doing- trying to ‘convince’ him to accept this, but frankly Hiroko had done an excellent job of that herself. “Shall we?”
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“She’s what?” Hermione squeaked, eyes popping out of her skull. She looked to Harry, who was sheepish, to Fleur, who was smug, and then to their new… slave. She was tall, muscular, and was decked out in full armor. She looked back at Hermione in silent contempt. Despite her condition, Hermione instantly disliked her.
Harry cringed. “I know it looks bad!” He sputtered. “It just sort of… happened.”
“We’re lucky that he’s here with us at all.” Fleur added. She and Apolline had been practically clinging to him when he’d returned. Apolline had reluctantly departed to talk to Gabby, but Fleur remained, her arm wrapped protectively around his waist.
Hermione softened. “I know, Harry. But just… how?”
Harry explained the kidnapping attempt, how Hiroko had captured him. He explained, to the best of his knowledge, the magic that bound her. Then he talked about his ploy to try to free her, and how it had not gone according to plan. Fleur then jumped in on her perspective. “Oh, Harry. Only you.” She sighed. “Maybe Genevieve will be able to free her?”
Hiroko winced.
“Perhaps.” Fleur grinned. “But she doesn’t want to be freed if it means being away from Harry.”
Hermione frowned. “Couldn’t that just be the magic of the bond talking?”
“We cleared her of compulsions.” Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t like this… but this is such an opportunity, and…” He grimaced. “I wouldn’t trust her not to turn on us if she were freed.”
This all seemed… very dubius. Not that she hadn’t seen a lot of morally dubious things this summer, but this one was particularly egregious. “Why is she looking at me like I’m some sort of insect?”
“Because-” She began to say.
Harry sent Hiroko a sharp glare. “Shut up.” He said.
“What was she going to say?”
“Something horribly racist, probably.” He grimaced. “You don’t need to hear it.”
Hermione frowned. “No.” She turned to Hiroko. “I think I do. What were you going to say to me?”
The Veela answered. “Because you’re inferior- a human woman is nothing next to a Veela. You should be the one enslaved, not me.”
Fleur scowled. “You will never say something like that about her again.” She commanded, protective anger lashing in her voice.
“See. The typical tripe.” Harry said as Hermione bristled. Her eyes narrowed at Hiroko, feeling a little less sympathy for her position. She turned back to Harry. A small, curved smile was the only warning he got before she was kissing him. She heard Fleur laugh as Hiroko practically ground her teeth at the display. Her seething only egged Hermione on, and she threw in a few exaggerated moans.
She withdrew, and put up a haughty air. “You’re not in your uniform.” She informed him. He looked down at himself- he was still wearing his clothes from lunch.
“Yeah, I suppose I’m not.” He said.
She glanced at Fleur, asking for permission, and the older girl nodded. “Take them off.” Hermione declared.
“Alright.” Harry said, starting with his shirt.
“What was that?” Hermione challenged.
Harry froze for a moment, and relented. “Yes, mistress.”
A thrill ran through Hermione’s body, sparking further as Harry unveiled himself. He was constantly naked, so it objectively wasn’t a novel sight. But perhaps the Delacours had rubbed off on her, because Hermione found herself objectifying him in her mind in a way she wouldn’t have dreamed of a few months before. “Yeah, that’s it.” murmured as he slipped his boxers down. He was erect, wearing nothing at all besides his cock-ring. She kissed him, grabbing his erection, enjoying how it throbbed in her hand. “I can do whatever I want to you, isn’t that right?” She asked, stroking him.
“Hnn, yes mistress.” He said. Behind her, Hiroko was grinding her teeth in frustration. Her eyes burned like hot iron, staring at Harry’s body, but she could only watch as Hermione asserted her dominance.
Hermione took off her own clothes, and for once she didn’t feel insecure about how she compared to the Veela around her. It wasn’t that she had illusions of being able to compete with a Veela’s raw sexual magic- but after being with Fleur she was feeling more secure about her place. Perhaps she didn’t need to compete. Perhaps she deserved to be here, part of the family, with Harry and Fleur.
She was still working on it. Her ego had taken a beating over the past few months, rebuilding it couldn’t happen overnight. But this felt like a step on the path. “Sit down.” She told Harry. “I’m going to use you.” Harry stared up at her, his eyes so open, expectant, waiting for her to make her move. She loved it.
Hermione climbed into his lap, sliding her body against his as she kissed him. It always felt good, being close to him, but there was an added thrill now from their audience. Harry’s hands went to her hips, but Hermione slapped them away. Normally she’d welcome Harry guiding her to what felt best for him, but she had a different mission now. “Remember.” She said. “I’m in charge.” Harry nodded. She loved that she was getting the same deference in sex that he showed the Delacours, it was addictive. She wondered what else she could order him to do- perhaps another time.
She grinded down on him, rubbing her clit along his shaft. Genevieve had told them that when human women imbibed Veela pheromones, they also grew more sensitive and more easily aroused. Hermione was certainly feeling that, apparently she’d eaten Fleur out enough times to be effected. It wasn’t just that it felt better, she was picking up details that had been lost on her previously. She could more acutely feel the glide of his foreskin as she rubbed along his shaft, and its tiny pulses as blood pumped through it. She wondered if this was a little taste of how Veela experienced sex. If so, it wasn’t a wonder that they were so obsessed with it.
The feel of his hardness against her clit sent her over the edge quickly- it never took her long to cum these days. She gasped and whined, falling into Harry, her nipples scraping against his chest and her face buried into the crook of his neck as she inhaled him. He felt so good, and she needed more. Hermione reached down to adjust his cock against her entrance. She didn’t have a Veela’s prehensile labia that could grapple the organ into position, but her hand gave her an enticing preview of his girth.
She sank down on him. “Ahhhh…” She sighed blissfully as she filled herself with him. Being close to him like this, slotted together so intimately, never got old. She knew she’d hilted him when she felt to cool metal of his ring against her lips, and she inflected her hips to grind against him, moaning. There was a loud crack, and the sound of shattered glass behind them, and Hermione jolted. She’d forgotten entirely about their audience. Hiroko was fuming, and had sent her fist through the Delacours’ glass dining table. Shards of glass were scattered around the floor, some having been flung clear across the room.
Hiroko herself looked deranged. There was a feral look in her eyes, like a rabid animal chained by the neck. Her breath came out in powerful puffs that sounded like the groaning of a billow and sprayed spittle with each exhale. Her tightly wound muscles were bulging, impotently prepared to spring into an action she’d been forbidden from taking.
She almost felt bad for her, almost. “Jealous?” Hermione taunted, rolling her hips in a way that made her nerves spark. Of course Hiroko was jealous. She looked like she wanted to rip Hermione in two and take her place atop Harry. She groaned in response, thrusting her hips out as if she were the one fucking Harry.
“Answer her honestly.” Harry said. He hadn’t moved his hands at all, being perfectly still for her, aside from the small gyrations of his hips, which Hermione enthusiastically approved of.
“Yes.” Hiroko ground out, balling her fist tightly.
“You will follow any orders she gives you.”
“Yes, Master.” She said. Harry cringed, fearing Hermione’s reaction, but she was past paying it any mind. Instead, she refocused on their lovemaking, rolling her hips in a way that felt wonderful to her.
“His cock feels sooo good!” Hermione moaned, taunting Hiroko further. She brought her fingers to her clit, grinding and rubbing herself to a quick climax. She recently found that she could cum nearly endlessly like this. The motion wasn’t nearly as pleasurable for Harry, but that didn’t bother Hermione so much at the moment. “You’re so good for me, Harry.” She moaned, continuing to grind. “Such a good cock to cum around.” Harry whined, sex throbbing within her. Hermione smirked. “You like this, being used by all the women in your life. Being such a good-” She thrust her hips. “Fuckable.” She gyrated, feeling his cockhead grind deep within her. “Breeding stud!” She tipped over the edge again.
There was a clatter as Hiroko flung her codpiece to the ground. Her fingers furiously rubbed at her clit, but the sensitive nub was locked behind a metal cap. With a groan of frustration, she changed tactics, pumping her fingers into her sex. She grunted gutturally as the wet sounds of her masturbation filled the room.
“Can she cum like that?” Hermione asked.
“She needs permission to cum.” Fleur said. “Its how the magic binds her. Do you think she deserves to cum?”
Hermione thought it over for a moment. “You can cum only if…” She paused for effect. “…it’s to me and Harry having sex.”
Hiroko looked like she’d just swallowed a lemon. She stared at them, hand frozen at her sex. Then, she started to move again. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. She began to moan, her eyes searing over Harry’s body before locking on to where they joined with a fevered intensity. Hermione continued to grind, doing her best to push on, but Hiroko’s moans were like the loud bellows of a warrior.
“I’M GONNA CUM!” She shouted, her voice booming in Hermione’s ears. “I’M GUNNA, GUNNA, GUNNA FUCKING- AHHHHHHH!”
Hiroko’s orgasm crippled her, sending her to her knees, in a puddle of her own arousal. Hermione stood. Even then, the Amazon was almost at eye level with her.
Slavery was evil, Hermione knew this to her core. Yet the feeling of power over this woman was intoxicating. For so long, she’d been the tag along, the one invited in out of grace and generosity. Now, for the first time, she felt secure and in control of her own destiny. Fleur came up to her, wrapping Hermione in her arms. “I’m so proud of you.” She cooed in her ear. Hermione swooned against her, feeling tingles erupt across her body as the most beautiful woman in the world held her. “My lovely little vessel.”
“Thank you.” She said.
“So, what do you think about this?” Fleur asked, and Hermione knew Fleur’s game. She wanted Hermione to be okay with ‘keeping her’. How could Hermione possibly answer? Even rationally, freeing Hiroko was a massive security risk. She was liable to try and kidnap Harry again, or pass information onto their enemies. Keeping her though…
“We can’t keep her like this forever.” Hermione declared. Fleur pressed a kiss to her temple, taking this as a victory. “But… I get it, for now, she stays.”
She looked down at the prostrate woman. “Is that acceptable to you?”
“Yes.”