The clearing was still, the air humming with the aftermath of magic and violence as bodies lay strewn about, torn apart like carcasses after a particularly vehement hunt. The two veela women—Alisia and Irina—remained close, their striking forms framed by the moonlight filtering through the clouds. Harry studied them, his sharp green eyes appraising their every movement, every subtle shift in their expression. They were mesmerizing, and not only because of their veela allure. Their lethal grace, the savage joy they had displayed in battle, and the raw magic that clung to them like a second skin—it all stirred something deep and primal within him.
Alisia tilted her head, her light blonde hair cascading like a shimmering waterfall over one shoulder as she regarded Harry with an expression both curious and smoldering. Her lips were curved into a sly smile, and she took a step closer, the movement both exaggerated and slow. Beside her, Irina's eyes sparkled with mischief, though her posture remained poised, her light blonde hair fluttering faintly in the wind. Looking at her, it felt as though she was still savoring the thrill of the hunt.
"So," Harry began, standing at ease as he regarded them. "Tell me about yourselves."
Alisia exchanged a glance with Irina who gave her a small nod and turned back to Harry, stepping forward. "Irina and I… we've known each other since we were children. As you can tell, both of us come from veela lineages, which makes us looked down upon, perhaps feared—in wizarding circles. Durmstrang was more of a necessity rather than a choice, considering gaining admission in a foreign country as a veela is highly challenging."
"What about France? Surely as an all-girls' school, you would've been admitted in Beauxbatons," Harry observed.
"You believe their society is any less prejudicial?" Irina, standing just a pace away, asked with a faint smile. "Durmstrang was, in a way, the correct choice for us, despite its challenges. At least we could keep ourselves hidden under the thick uniforms that are required in the cold, so that was a blessing, I guess."
Alisia nodded. "At Durmstrang, we were taught that power is not something to fear but to wield. Our allure can be as much a weapon as our wands. Combine that with what people regard as dark magic, and we are very… capable."
Harry arched a brow, his green eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Capable is putting it lightly. Those Death Eaters didn't stand a chance. It was almost artistic, the way you handled them."
Irina's lips curved into a playful smirk, and she exchanged a glance with Alisia who looked equally amused. "Artistic? That's an unusual compliment," she teased. "But I think I like it."
From behind them, Ginny spoke for the first time, stepping closer into the circle of conversation. Her eyes flicked between the veela with a mixture of curiosity and unease. "I've heard about Durmstrang. The reputation is… intense. I imagine the curriculum is quite different from Hogwarts."
Irina's smile widened. "Very different. At Durmstrang, they don't shy away from teaching magic that your Ministry might consider 'dark.' Curses, counter-curses, combat techniques. It's all part of the education. We're taught to survive—and to dominate."
Alisia shrugged, her expression unapologetic. "When you grow up with veela blood, you learn quickly that many wizards don't see you as a person. They see a conquest, a prize. Some can't handle our allure. Others think they can control us. The training ensures they're wrong."
"Durmstrang encourages such training," Alisia added, her tone turning playful. "Our school has always taken a more… open-minded approach to the darker arts. They teach us to harness them, to control them, and, when needed, to use them."
"That explains your efficiency," Harry remarked, his tone neutral but his gaze calculating. "And your enthusiasm. I suppose I should be impressed. Dark magic, deadly precision, and an obvious flair for drama. You make Hogwarts sound almost quaint."
Irina laughed softly, her wavy hair swaying gently behind her. "Hogwarts has its charm, I'm sure. But Durmstrang is where strength is honed and power is respected."
Ginny frowned slightly, crossing her arms. "Still, that sounds… exhausting. Constantly having to defend yourselves just for existing."
"It can be," Irina admitted, her tone softer. "But it also makes us stronger. Veela aren't delicate creatures. We're beautiful, yes, but we're also deadly. That's our nature."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, his eyes flicking between them. "And you've embraced it. That's clear enough."
"Didn't have much of a choice in the matter, to be honest," Irina replied with a shrug.
"And you," Alisia began, turning her focus back to Harry. "You're not what we expected. The stories we hear paint you as… how do I say this politely? A noble hero. Someone who always chooses the light."
Irina chuckled, the sound low and musical as she regarded him with unveiled interest. "Yes, the Harry Potter who fights for justice and triumphs over evil. Yet here you are, standing in the aftermath of a slaughter, smiling at two veela who clearly revel in destruction and carnage."
Harry's lips curved into a sly grin. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear. First of all, most of what you'd have heard comes from fabricated stories created by idiots who know jack shit about me. Yes, I've fought my battles, and yes, I've chosen the so-called 'light.' But that doesn't mean I don't understand the darker shades of the world—or appreciate them."
Ginny stepped closer to Harry's side, trying to assert her presence in a way that did not seem intrusive. "He's not as simple as people like to think," she said, her voice firm. "And he's not someone you want to underestimate."
Irina's gaze flicked to Ginny, her smile turning devious. "Being his lover, you must know him well. Don't worry, the last thing we'd do is underestimate him."
Ginny blinked, caught off guard by the directness. "How'd you—"
Both Alisia and Irina tapped their noses as one, smirking. "Veela senses. We can tell easily," the former replied.
"It was expected. It would've been rare for a wizard of your caliber to be unclaimed," Irina remarked, eyeing Harry up who gazed at her with a smirk.
"Oh, believe me, dear. I'm not the one who is claimed. I do the claiming."
"Is that so? Interesting. We love a challenge, don't we, Irina?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Enough about me," Harry interjected smoothly. "You two here for the World Cup?"
Alisia nodded, her expression brightening. "Yes, Irina and I are the official mascots for the Bulgarian National Team. It's a tradition for veela to represent our country at such events."
Irina added, "It's more than just a performance. It's an honor. And, occasionally, a way to scout for new opportunities."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Interesting."
"It's mostly luck," Alisia clarified, her tone pointed. "Us veela have to remain on the lookout for any chance we might get to strengthen our position in the society. Events like this are a chance to strengthen those ties—or forge new ones."
"There are many veela mascots involved with the national team players," Irina continued. "It's mostly transactional. They get the sex, and the veela get protection and climb up the ladder."
"That must make the witches really hate you people," Ginny observed. "It must be challenging."
"Well, we won't know everything, given we've never been involved as such," Alisia chuckled. "But yeah, it is like a battlefield out there."
"Speaking of battlefield…" Harry remarked, just as they heard an explosion in the distance. Smirking, he eyed Alisia and Irina and asked, "Mind putting on another show before we take this to… well, you already know where?"
The meaning was lost on no one and although Irina gave him a challenging smirk, it was Alisia whose response was much more unguarded. The look of hunger and lust that she gave him almost made Harry close the distance between them. The connection had been steadily growing between them throughout their little conversation and her alure was permeating the air like a thick invisible fog. There was nothing intentional about it. Instead, it was an instinctive reaction that made the space between them thrum with potent and undeniable attraction.
"We'd love to," Irina said hotly, feeling the effect of her friend's allure in the air and acknowledging her own attraction to this potent wizard. "After all, power is attractive, and I'm sure we'd all love to see more of each other."
Smirking, Harry turned around and began leading the way. Ginny eyed the two veela women for a few more seconds before falling into step behind him as she felt the rest following close behind. A small curl emerged on her lips as she eyed Harry. He was truly remarkable.
XXXXX
"Die!"
The snarl was the last coherent sound the Death Eater made as a pair of sharp claws tore through his abdomen, the smirking visage of Irina looking more feral than it had any right to be.
Blood gushed out of the Death Eater's throat as his eyes bulged, his body slowly losing all color. Irina pulled her clawed arms out of his body and it fell over in a bloody heap, painting the ground around it in crimson.
A little ways to the right was a similar sight. Alisia, breathing heavily with her eyes half lidded and her teeth biting her lower lip erotically, slowly sliced her clawed arm through another Death Eater's throat, as if sliding a sharp knife through a sheet of parchment. Her toes curled as the Death Eater slumped over, dead.
"Beautiful, just like last time," Harry praised with a winning grin as he slowly walked over. However, he had to brace himself quickly as Alisia pivoted on the spot, launching herself in the air. The blonde clutched onto him, with her arms and legs wrapped around his body, and slammed her lips against his in a ferocious kiss.
Harry returned it eagerly, grabbing hold of her plump rear and he pulled her against his groin, kissing her back with equal enthusiasm. The beast in his chest roared in elation as he felt a being of raw sexual passion grinding against him. They knew each other for barely an hour but they already shared a powerful bond. The sensations coursing through him were otherworldly, and from the way she was behaving, he knew it must be true for her as well.
The air around them grew thick with arousal, and both Ginny and Irina watched them make out heatedly, dry humping against each other. It was only when the need for air became tangibly essential that they pulled away, both their eyes wild with lust, yet Harry's were filled with cockiness and triumph as well.
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "You're not exactly subtle or patient, are you?"
Alisia's lips parted, her breath hitching slightly as she ground her womanhood against his erection. "Subtlety? Patience? They're overrated when the stakes are high," she said, her voice low and throaty. "And right now, the stakes are very high."
Irina moved, stepping forward and kicking a decapitated head as she closed the distance between herself and Harry. "You feel it too," she said, her tone soft, almost reverent. "The bond. The magic. It's… inevitable."
Harry turned his head to meet Irina's gaze, his own eyes darkening slightly. "Oh, I feel it," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "And I can tell Alisia's not the only one struggling to control it."
Alisia let out a shaky breath, her fingers brushing lightly against his scalp as she pressed herself fully against Harry. Her ministrations sent another jolt of energy through both of them. "It's more than that," she confessed, her voice tinged with desperation. "It's consuming. Every second, it's harder to resist. Especially for me."
Harry's smirk deepened, though his eyes remained sharp and calculating. "I saved your life," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "And that created a bond. But Irina? You're not directly bonded to me. You're drawn to power, aren't you? That's part of what makes you veela so… captivating to someone like me."
Irina's smile turned wistful. "We don't just crave power. We admire it. Respect it. And when we find it in someone like you…" She trailed off, her eyes searching his face.
"Add in magical veela bonds resulting from a life-debt and…" Ginny trailed off, chuckling.
"Given who it is, you can't really expect me to be against it," she replied, pressing herself against Harry from behind. "Forget magical power. Most wizards would've long been on their knees in front of us, begging for our favor. Or mad with lust, trying to force themselves on us. And here you are, with two veela whom you've saved, and still in full control of yourself. You're different, aren't you?"
He glanced over his shoulder and chuckled. The sound was so seductive and appealing that both women tightened their holds on him as shivers traveled down their spines.
"I'm not most wizards," he replied, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something else—something hotter and much more intense. "I've faced worse than a veela's allure and lived to tell the tale."
"We've heard a lot about you, Harry," Irina leaned up and whispered in his ear. "The Boy Who Lived, the one who defeated Voldemort. They say you're a legend in your own right."
The fact that she had called the bastard by his name earned her a lot of points in his book. He gazed Alisia deeply in her eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what else do they say about me in Eastern Europe?"
"Mostly what's known anywhere else, painted in white which we now know is nothing but bullshit," Alisia replied with a predatory smile, her eyes never leaving his. "But we know better. You're powerful, and dangerous. A wizard to be reckoned with. And I believe you're the kind of man who can handle two veela very easily."
She finished her statement with a gentle nip of his lips, pulling back and gazing at him seductively. Harry felt a surge of excitement at her words, his groin tightening even further against her pussy. Her eyes glinted in approval and she responded by rubbing herself against him once again.
"You know what?" Harry asked with a faint growl. "Why don't we let the authorities deal with whatever Death Eaters remain and take this somewhere more… private where we won't be disturbed?"
"I couldn't have said it better myself," Irina purred in his ear from behind, her tongue darting out to flick his earlobe. "Both of us are feeling hungry, and we could use some treat. She more than me."
Indeed, Alisia looked as if she was barely holding on to her sanity. Her eyes were fully glazed and the atmosphere was thick with her allure that was getting out of control, affecting all three of them to some degree.
Smirking, Harry eyed them both before glancing over at Ginny who was gazing at them with an excited gleam in her eyes. He held his hand out and the redhead eagerly glided toward them, pressing herself against his side.
"Brace yourselves then," Harry said huskily. "We'll be there in no time."
With a barely audible crack, the foursome vanished from the destroyed clearing, with no one being aware that they had ever been there.
XXXXX
The moment Harry caught his footing, sapphire blue eyes locked onto his—dark with lust and desire. The room pulsed with Alisia's allure, a raw, untamed force that mingled with the air and clung to Harry's skin like a second layer. Her magic, a wild, untamed thing, pressed against his mind, seeking entry. Yet, he did not relent. He was the dominant force here, and he would not let someone else gain control over him, even though she was a veela.
His willpower was solid, and he met her approach head-on, his resolve holding firm against her onslaught. Her allure warped around him, influencing both Irina and Ginny. Their arousals intensified further and Harry felt their hands roaming all over his form. However, his eyes were fixated on Alisia for now who detached herself from him, taking a few steps back and allowing him to take her in.
Her eyes, now blazing pools of molten gold as her allure ran wild, held his gaze captive, even as Irina walked around and stopped in front of him, nibbling erotically on the tender skin of his neck.
She was aroused beyond measure as well, her breath warm on his skin and her body pressed against his. He could feel every curve belonging to her and his body responded in kind, hardening against her. She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that promised sin and pleasure in equal measure.
"You want to play as well, Irina? Impatient much, aren't we?" Harry growled, grabbing her perky rear and sinking his fingers into the pillowy flesh. Merlin, he could easily bounce a galleon off that curvaceous ass. Very few could compare, and one of them stood right behind her friend, gazing at him hungrily.
"You just enjoy yourself and allow us to please you, dear," Irina whispered throatily.
Harry did not bother with another syllable. He simply captured her lips in a searing kiss. His hands, confident and demanding, gripped her ass even more tightly and he pulled her against himself, slamming her pulsating core against his hard groin. The blonde beauty moaned into the kiss, her lips moving passionately against his as their tongues dueled. Her fingernails scratched his scalp as she clutched onto him, rubbing herself against his erection quite like how Alisia had done until now.
The said blonde beauty was watching them hungrily, and nothing but lust dominated her thoughts. She grabbed Irina and violently pulled her off Harry, but instead of protesting or getting hurt, Irina simply gazed at her friend with lustful eyes of her own, nodding in understanding. Harry watched as she stepped aside, leaving him standing in the middle of the room.
To the side, Ginny stood staring at the spectacle with growing arousal, and to her, it felt as though she was watching something entirely otherworldly. Irina glanced at the redhead and smirked.
Harry gazed at Alisia who stood a few feet in front of him and watched as Irina joined her. The two veela beauties exchanged another lustful glance before they turned to him, and a confident smirk grew on Harry's face as he took in their expressions. He could feel what they wanted. They might have been direct in both combat and their conversations until now, but here at this hour, they wanted to be anything but.
"So that's the plan now, huh?" He called out, smirking. "You want to play, girls?"
They did not reply. Instead, they took another few steps back so that there was ample room between them all, and thus began one of the most erotic things both Harry and Ginny had ever seen.
The two veela beauties begin to sway in a way that could only be described as enthralling. Their fair skin glowed a shade of gold and so did their blonde hairs, flowing about in a way that could not be natural. It was perfection personified in the way they moved, their curves shaking and jiggling in the most erotic manner possible.
Both Harry and Ginny watched, transfixed, as the two veela beauties danced in front of them. Their bodies moved with unmatched grace and eroticism, mesmerizing them. As one, their hands slowly moved to the hem of their respective shirts, a pair of matching black that had been doing little to conceal their alluring curves. They both pulled their respective shirts slowly, deliberately delaying the act as they kept swaying, giving them tantalizing glimpses of their smooth, glowing skin as they kept raising their shirts over their bodies, taking the thin slips they were wearing underneath with them.
Harry's eyes followed the movements with pinpoint precision and he hungrily drank in the sight of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, who had just bared themselves to him.
Their shirts hit the floor, and for a moment, they stood there, their chests heaving and their nipples hardening into peaks in no time. They reached for their skirts next, another matching pair of red silk that whispered against their unblemished skin. In perfect sync, they pushed the skirts down their legs and stepped out of them, leaving themselves clad in nothing but a pair of matching red lace knickers.
"You two go shopping together?" Harry asked with a chuckle, eyeing them hungrily.
The women said nothing as they began walking toward him, their hips swaying hotly and their lustful eyes never leaving his. Both their lips were curved in matching grins as they drew confidence from the sheer desire they could feel radiating off him. It would not have been out of the realms of possibility to assume that they were twins if someone took a good look at them at the moment.
Their demeanor was full of passion as they stopped right in front of him and each went for one hand, gently taking it in their grasps and dragging him behind them. Harry's eyes feasted on their naked behinds and he reiterated it to himself. He could easily bounce galleon after galleon off those asses.
They came to a stop in front of the bed and turned him around, their hands going to his chest and pushing him gently until he sat on the edge. They stepped closer, one leg each outside each and the other between his. His face was level with their flat bellies, and all he had to tilt his head up and down to have a magnificent view of their tits and groins respectively. They were mere inches from his face and a part of Harry urged him to reach out and taste them, although he easily kept himself in control.
Meanwhile, Ginny had taken her place on the chair and was already naked, gently caressing her outer lips. Harry gave her one playful glance before refocusing on his buffet for the night.
He looked up, eyeing them one after the other, his brow raised in silent challenge and amusement. All their eyes were filled with hunger that matched each other and when they shifted even more closer, Harry allowed himself to divest them of the final bit of clothing that remained on their sinfully perfect bodies.
Both Alisia and Irina hummed in approval when Harry grabbed the waistbands of their lace knickers and pulled them over their asses. They shifted, allowing him to drop them down their legs and deftly kicked them to the side, their eyes finding Harry once again.
Harry reached out, holding them by their ass-cheeks, and gently tugged them closer, chuckling when they playfully shook in place and resisted his pull.
"Ah, I see," he smirked. "You two want something else, hmm? Do tell, girls."
They gazed at Harry meaningfully, and their gazes dropped as one, raking over his clothed form before landing on his covered groin.
"Harry," Alisia said, her voice a purr of desire. "It's not fair for you to remain clothed when all three of us are naked, right?"
"You should've done something about it already," Harry smirked.
Irina moved first, working his shirt off and Harry aided her. However, Alisia quickly dropped to her knees and began working on his trousers. His belt went first, followed by the trousers and finally his boxers. It took barely a minute and he sat in front of them, equally naked.
Both the women were now on their knees in front of him and Harry would be lying if he said he'd ever seen a sight hotter than the one here. Two blonde-haired veela beauties, naked and on their knees for him with their eyes filled with lust and desire for him. Their lips were parted slightly, and ever so often, he would see their tongues dart out to wet them.
"Now, what more do you two want?"
"Harry," Irina said this time, her voice thick with arousal. "Can we taste you?"
Harry chuckled deeply, and the sound sent shivers of pleasure through them. "You two have more than earned it."
They grinned, their eyes moving to his cock that stood hard and proud in front of them. Their tongues darted out once again to lick their lips and together, they reached out, wrapping one hand each around his length.
"Mmm," Alisia purred, feeling his cock in her grasp as she rubbed her thumb against the tip, stimulating him. "You're more than ready for us, aren't you, Harry?"
Before he could answer, Irina leaned in, her tongue darting out, licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, and his hand went to her hair, holding her close. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mischievous gleam, before she took him into her mouth, her lips pushing down his length.
Alisia watched, her hand working him in time with Irina's mouth, and her thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot just below the head. He groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing as pleasure coursed through him.
Alisia wasn't content to just watch though. She leaned in, her tongue joining Irina's, both of them licking and sucking at him, their hands working in tandem, and their mouths creating a symphony of pleasure that was beyond anything Harry had ever experienced.
He looked down, his eyes meeting Alisia who had her mouth full of him. Her eyes were filled with a hunger that matched his own. She pulled back, her tongue licking her lips, before she turned to Irina. They moved as one, their lips slamming together in a lustful kiss. Their tongues tangling, their moans of pleasure filled the air.
As they kissed, their hands kept working him up, jerking him off. Trails of their spit and saliva had made his cock slick and wet, and they stroked him hard and fast.
They pulled back and turned to him once again, and this time, they decided to divide and conquer. Alisia took him into her mouth, her lips soft as they moved along his shaft and her tongue flicking against his sensitive skin. She took her time, exploring every inch of him, her enthusiasm evident in her eager moans. Harry's hand found its way to her hair, tangling in her glowing locks as he guided her and felt the rhythm of her movements.
Irina, not wanting to be left out, began to trace patterns on Harry's inner thighs with her tongue, her nails lightly scraping the sensitive skin. Harry's body tensed, a low groan escaping his lips. He looked down at Irina, his eyes dark with desire. "Don't stop," he commanded, his voice a growl, and Irina grinned excitedly, feeling a pleasurable tingle shoot straight through her core at his voice.
Her eyes gleaming with desire, she took one of Harry's balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, while her hand continued to stroke his length. Alisia, picking up on the rhythm, began to move in sync with Irina, her mouth sliding up and down Harry's cock in long, slow strokes.
Harry's other hand moved to Irina's head, tangling in her glowing locks as well, and he began to guide them, not because they needed it, but because he wanted to enhance and share the pleasure. He could feel the heat building, the tension coiling in his belly. He wanted to prolong this, to savor every moment, every touch, and every sensation.
He reached down, his fingers finding Alisia's chin, tilting her head up. He wanted to see her, to see the pleasure in her eyes, to see her lips glistening with his desire. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and reverence.
He turned his attention to Irina, his other hand cupping her cheek. He could feel her smile against his skin, her tongue flickering out to lick a bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, and his grip on Irina's cheek tightening.
He could see the effort they both were making to hold back, to prolong his pleasure, even when they were both being influenced so highly by their veela bond. It was a sight to behold, to see how much they revered and regarded him already, how devoted they were to him, their bond fully in effect. He knew without a shadow of doubt that they would be his most devoted when he truly claimed them—mind, body, and soul. They will be his for eternity, and he would ensure their happiness and satisfaction in every manner imaginable.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—the wet sounds of their mouths on Harry's skin, their moans and gasps, Harry's low groans and growls, and Ginny's gasps as she kept rubbing herself. The air was thick with allure, arousal, lust, and desire.
Harry could feel the tension reaching a crescendo, the pleasure coiling in his belly reaching a fever pitch as his balls tightened. With a powerful growl, he came, his body shuddering with the force of his release. They moaned around him, their eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. His cock pulsed as he came, and they took it all, their mouths working him together, their tongues licking him clean, and their moans of pleasure filling the air as they swallowed it all.
When he was done, they leaned back, their tongues licking their lips and their eyes gleaming with satisfaction that matched his own.
He looked down at the two alluring women, their faces a picture of pleasure and devotion.
"You cum buckets, as expected," Irina grinned, licking her fingers clean. "Oh!" She leaned forward, her tongue stealing a thick drop of his seed from Alisia's chin who gave her friend a look of mock disapproval.
"Don't be greedy," she admonished without any bite to her words. Harry chuckled, before a gleam entered his eyes, and he straightened, eyeing them.
"I hope that wasn't enough for you two," he smirked. "Because I'm not done with you two yet, not by a long shot."
They gazed up at him, seeing the dominant hunger that had filled his eyes, and as they looked at each other, a silent communication passed between them. As one, they turned to him, their eyes filled with a hunger that was insatiable. It was enough to send his blood rushing south once again.
As Harry gazed at them, he recalled a thought that often struck him.
He was an asshole, but he was one lucky asshole.
To be continued…
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