Consort of Destined Death Chapter 33 (Patreon)

The end to Harry’s fourth year of Hogwarts was quiet, which contrasted sharply with the year as a whole.

It genuinely struck him how much his life had changed in such a short amount of time. Ignoring the obvious battles, lordships, and lovers, the most glaring instance of it occurred when he sat down at the Gryffindor table and found himself all alone. The only person willing to sit remotely close to him was Neville, and even he kept an apprehensive distance.

Ron and Hermione were both gone from his sides, sitting at different ends of the table entirely. It was in that moment he oddly realized they weren’t friends with him anymore, having butted heads and grown too far apart since the tournament began. For Ron, it had been his jealousy that made him hate Harry, envious that he was selected as Champion, and further despising how well he did in the Tournament.

Hermione was more complicated, growing apart from him out of social pressure more than anything else. With the schism between him and Ron, she was forced to choose a side between her two best friends. Not to mention the Gryffindor bookworm was generally an outcast amongst the student body already, and being seen with Harry when he was at rock bottom in terms of public approval would’ve been too much for her to handle.

Of course, there were also his lengthy disappearances over the year that made it harder for her to see him, as well as his new feminine allies. Finally, there was also Dumbledore’s open disapproval of him (which only recently changed), and seeing as Hermione religiously followed the Headmaster’s every word, he was sure she saw him as a rising Dark Lord these days.

He left the Great Hall feeling melancholic more than anything else after dinner, deciding to take a walk as he wandered into one of the castle’s open courtyards. Summer had arrived, but it was still cool outside in the Scottish Highlands, as some of the nearby students still wore coats.

“ ‘Arry!”

The sudden call got his attention, and he looked over to see Fleur rushing over to him from the direction of the Beauxbatons carriage. “Fleur?”

“Come.” The French Champion took his arm, giving him a quick kiss as she pulled him along. “My Maman is here and asked to meet with you.”

“She is?” He blinked in surprise. “Any reason why?”

“It is only a matter of time till ze year ends and we are back in France.” Fleur replied. “This is one of ze last opportunities she has to speak with you. Otherwise, you will have to travel to France to meet with her.”

“I see.” He guessed he would be lucky to see either of them in the near future. “I guess I could always stop by and visit you this summer?”

“Oui, or I could come here. I did see your new home after all.” She said. “Did I forget to tell you that I plan to attend Hogwarts next year?”

He blinked. “I forgot you’re still a sixth year. That’s great!”

“Oui, I will have to get my transcripts transferred, but we will definitely be together next year.”

He opened his mouth to respond, only to find they had arrived at the carriage entrance, as Harry moved to hold the door open and helped her inside.

He had been to the Beauxbatons carriage before, and knew what to expect as they passed through the unassuming carriage door that led to a magically expanded interior. They passed through an ornate common room and down a set of halls that led to her private room. Other French students were present, sending the two odd looks, but neither cared.

For his part, Harry probably wouldn’t see these people ever again, much like the students from Durmstrang. As for Fleur, his Veela lover never cared overly much about the opinions of others, only those close to her.

Soon they came upon the door to her residence, opening it to enter an empty living area.

“She’s not here yet?” Harry asked with a frown, expecting Fleur’s Mother to be waiting for him in one of the chairs.

“Non, she is in there.” She gestured to the closed door leading to her bedroom. “You can go in alone.”

He nodded, feeling off as he opened the door to Fleur’s bedroom and walked inside, closing it behind him with a click.

“Is zat you, ‘Arry?” A feminine voice with a thick accent called out, coming from the partially closed door leading to the attached bath.

“It is.”

That same door opened, and his jaw literally dropped at the sight of the woman who walked out. Apolline Delacour didn’t wear a shred of clothing as she walked up to him, her skin immaculate and hair let loose as it swayed side to side with every step.

The woman was so curvy and voluptuous that he realized it must have been her Veela ancestry that gifted her such assets. He stared at her teardrop-shaped heavy breasts that didn’t have a hint of sag, watching as they swayed with the lightest breath. They led down to a thin waist and wide hips that were downright extraordinary. He would say her hips looked more akin to handles, made to be gripped, and the fat ass they supported begged to be pounded from behind. Below that were shapely and beautiful legs, possessing thick, wobbling thighs that he found very attractive.

“Do you like seeing me like zis, ‘Arry?” Her voice did strange things to him, her knowing smirk giving away her intentions.

A goddess. She might give Marika a run for her money. He had seen enough Marika statues in the Lands Between to say the woman in front of him was similar in her bombshell, mature form.

“I do.” His voice came out deep and rough, his cock already hardening and tenting his trousers.

“Good.” Apolline smirked at his eagerness. “Where do you want me first, ‘Arry? On ze bed? In ze shower perhaps? Maybe on my knees with your cock in my mouth, non?”

“Fuck...” She was a Veela after all, meaning she knew how to push his buttons. “I’ll let you decide, Mrs. Delacour.”

“How about you lay on ze bed then.” She smiled. “Zat way I can ride you, and feel your ‘uge cock extra deep in my pussy.”

He nodded, feeling like a virgin all over again as he awkwardly scrambled to take off his clothes and lay down. His manhood was already hard and quickly becoming fully erect, pointing straight upwards as he laid down, all while Apolline watched on greedily.

“So, uh… What prompted all this?” He couldn’t help but ask as he positioned himself.

“You did, ‘Arry. You have done so much for moi and my family.” She answered while climbing up. “Saving Gabrielle from ze lake, helping Fleur get out of her shell… Zis is ze least I can do.”

No words left his lips, as he didn’t know what to say. Part of that was surprise, and another part was the mesmerizing sight of the older Veela, crawling over to him on her hands and knees, facing away as she mounted him.

He was left facing her back and staring at her huge ass as she lined his cockhead up with her pussy. All the while she looked over her shoulder at him, a seductive and somewhat arrogant smile plastered on her face.

It occurred to him that this was all done to reward him. This was an older Veela, a mother who wanted to use her incredible sexual ability to pleasure the wizard who had done so much for her family. But he was sure there was some selfishness in there too, as Fleur’s Mother probably wanted sex too.

She sunk down then, her core hot and tighter than he anticipated, but not suffocating. Apolline took inch after inch of his length, her expression beginning to look more winded as small gasps left her plump lips.

“Oui…” She let out a steadying breath, and he saw those massive tits heaving from a mirror across the room.

She had managed to take half his length, and already was so full of cock. But he knew she could take it all, as beautiful Veelas like her were made for sex. “That’s it, you’re doing so good.”

She nodded, blinking in surprise as his size was clearly more than she expected. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face, her thighs straining as she began to move her body up and down, taking more of his shaft with each bounce.

Her bum was huge and thick, and Harry couldn’t help but move his hands up to grip it. The assflesh bounced and rippled with her desperate movements, his fingers sinking into her cheeks as she soon bottomed out on his cock.

“OUI!” She exclaimed, throwing her head back in pleasure as she felt his full size. “Merde! B-Big! So big!”

“Damn.” He growled, feeling his heavy shaft twitch while embedded fully inside her, his balls already stirring as he took this beautiful woman.

To her credit, Apolline didn’t take long to adjust, as she soon began to move. Her movements were graceful and perfect, rotating slightly on his cock slightly to stimulate him that much more, grinding her walls against his length as she lifted up until just the head was left inside, before slamming back down.

His teeth ground together, trying to contain his pleasure, all while she kept going. Her pace increased over time, flesh clapping over and over as she rode him.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

She rode him faster than a woman her age should be able to move, that fat ass clapping against his thighs as his cock penetrated deep. He could feel the way he stretched her out, cramming every inch of wizard meat into her Veela depths in a way that would be remembered for the rest of her life.

The Veela MILF didn’t hold back, practically slamming herself up and down his length. And she didn’t hold back in exclaiming her own pleasure, as his small groans were drowned out by her yells and pants.

“Oui, Oui, Oui, Oui…” A small chant left her lips, face turning red as she began to sweat and pant. That was when he felt her core fluttering around his length. “Mon dieu!”

Feminine fluids flooded then streamed around his cock to leak out between where they conjoined, falling onto the bed and coating his thighs. It made each thrust have a distinct wet sound, making him that much harder.

He felt his own release coming when that happened, and that was when Harry sat up. Suddenly her back was pressed against his front, as they both looked across the room to a mirror coincidentally positioned in front of them, right at the end of the bed. Apolline looked like an out of breath mature angel, sweaty and slowly realizing she had gotten more than she expected out of this affair.

For Harry’s part, he looked like a beast, a warrior. His body was powerful and scarred from the past couple months, tall and muscled in a way that was scary rather than eye-catching to most.

His hands reached around to grip her breasts, fingers sinking into the oversized titflesh the kind that only a Veela could possess. He was rough and dominating, as if to tell her that she was his, and only one wizard could give her a pounding like this.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” He whispered in Apolline’s ear. “For me to take you? This is what you wanted ever since I took your daughter like a bitch.”

“Oui…” Her eyes rolled back at his dirty words, cunt squeezing hard around his length, all while his hands stayed buried in her tits.

As much as he wanted to worship her big breasts for the rest of his days, his own release took priority. His hands moved down to instead grip her hips, tightening before he began to jerk her up and down on his cock. She became a blur of clapping flesh, a human cocksleeve as she was slammed up and down, her ass bouncing against his muscular thighs as her tits shook.

“Oui. Oui! OUI!” She shrieked in pleasure. “Fill moi up! ‘ARRY!”

“Damn it!” He growled, his balls thrumming before he buried himself in her with one last thrust, his seed erupting deep into her depths as he came and came.

Both their bodies were sweaty and the room stinking of sex when it was over, Apolline’s body marked by his roughness and his own cock softening as he stood. Meanwhile she laid on the bed in a mess of sweat and seed, thoroughly fucked and satisfied.

“Thank you, ‘Arry.” Fleur’s Mother thanked him for fucking her. “Please, take care of my petite Fleur, ma fille, from now on.”

“I will.” He promised.

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Unlike in previous years, he didn’t take the Hogwarts Express back to London this time around. Instead he simply walked from Hogwarts to his new home, being the abandoned parcel Daphne had purchased for him called Falbarton Castle.

“Home sweet home.” Harry muttered as he walked into the courtyard of the castle, finding the place to be more of a ruin than an actual castle. “This place will need some work.”

“Good thing I’m here to help then!”

His eyes widened at the unexpected voice, and Harry turned to see his godfather walking out of the main keep with a big smirk on his face.

“Sirius?!”

“Hey!”

They embraced, before pulling back to look at one another. “What are you doing here?”

“Got bored of rooming with Remus in London, and decided to come visit your new home.” At his bewildered look, Sirius elaborated. “The other week I was wandering around Hogwarts when I caught your girls leaving the grounds. They came here for a few hours before heading back, so I figured you would show up here eventually. It’s out of the way and perfect for me to lay low, I should add.”

Harry let out a small breath, realizing only Sirius knew about his new home, and it hadn’t been leaked to the public. “Is that wise?”

“Relax, I already put up wards around this place. So no one will know.”

“I guess.” He sighed. “Just so you know, I don’t plan on being around much this summer.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that strange land you mentioned.” A curious glint entered Sirius’ eye. “Any chance you can tell me more? Or how you get there?”

“Sure, we can go straight there after I settle a few things.” Harry answered, walking into the main keep and finding the Site of Grace Melina had set up waiting for him in the center of the main hall.

He didn’t immediately go to it, instead setting down his school trunk on an old wooden table nearby. After that he reached into the magically expanded pouch he had gotten all the way back in Limgrave, and began emptying part of its contents. He found it harder to find what he needed the more items he stored in it after all, and it was about time he sorted his stuff.

“Bloody hell.” Sirius whistled when he pulled out the starbeast, Astel’s, head. “Where did you get that creepy thing?”

“Found and fought it in a cave.” He grimaced, before casting away a sword made of bloody limbs that he realized used to belong to Rykard. A handful of sword, spears, and various broken armor pieces later, and Harry was ready to depart.

“Prepare yourself, this is going to be weird.” Harry said as he took his godfather’s arm, before interacting with the Grace Site.

“Oh, it can’t be that ba- Wait, WHAT THE FUCK!” Sirius screamed as his body began turning to blue light, all while Harry laughed uproariously at his reaction.

They arrived in the overly ornate halls of Volcano Manor, the place still smelling of ash and blood. It was where Malenia, Millicent, and Melina were currently staying, along with the main force of the Haligtree’s army.

“What the…” Sirius looked around wildly at his side, feeling his body as if to make sure it was all there.

“Are you good?” He suddenly remembered a while back when he brought Dobby to the Lands Between, and how the House-elf had freaked out.

“Y-Yeah.” His godfather stammered. “J-Just feels weird, is all. Almost like the atmosphere here is heavier, or something.”

“Just tell me if it gets too much to handle.”

The problem was that the Lands Between was ruled by the Elden Ring, its inhabitants required to possess Grace. Those that didn’t have Grace were referred to as Tarnished, but could still accumulate runes as Harry did. Sirius, however, was not a Tarnished in the traditional sense, never being stripped of his Grace nor able to accumulate runes.

Seeing his godfather looked fine, Harry moved to the room’s door, past an open balcony that overlooked the volcano below. He could hear the older man following him from behind, before suddenly freezing in place.

He turned. “What is it?”

“H-Harry?” Sirius looked nervous. “Are we in a volcano? A-And what’s with those skeletons?”

He suddenly realized his mistake, as Volcano Manor was probably the worst possible place to use to introduce his godfather to the Lands Between. Even if Malenia and her troops had been trying to clean the place up, it still bore signs of its past inhabitants.

Notably, Sirius was eyeing the various skeletons trapped in metallic cages overhanging the volcano below. There were others too, the remains of corpses that had been crucified or chained up and dropped into the magma, creating a truly terrifying sight. The fact that there used to be more didn’t help.

“It’s uh… not what you think.”

“Not what I think?” Sirius’ eyes were a little wild. “Harry, this place makes the Pureblood Manor I grew up in look like a nursery.”

“It’s complicated, alright? Just know that the macabre decorations have nothing to do with me.” He felt a little mischievous then. “Besides, I think it’s about time you meet my fiancée. She recently became the owner of this place after all.”

Sirius sputtered. “F-Fiancée?!”

Disclaimer: All characters are over the Age of 18