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Fleur Delacour, Veela Conclave – France

“Are you sure the fight was over?” asked the matriarch Serine in a serene tone, sighing with relief as she saw the young veela warrior nod softly.

“Aye, my Lady. The battle sisters were struggling to maintain the wards, knowing it was only a matter of time before they collapsed, when Lord Potter emerged...and he alone exterminated an entire army. A single spell, capable of unleashing the most voracious magical flames I have ever seen. Wizards and beasts alike were consumed by the overwhelming power of our Lord,” said the captain, making the matriarch nod with her characteristic elegance.

The Golden Lion has kept his word. Even now, I can feel the monstrous power of his magic… permeating every stone, tree, and beast of the Conclave. It was… a claim. Harry Potter was telling the entire Wizarding World that the Veela now belonged to him.

And Gods, the sensation… was addictive, at least for Fleur.

The matriarch dismissed the young warrior before looking seriously at the Delacour clan, sighing to calm her thoughts.

“Tell me everything I need to know about our new Lord,” the woman ordered as she took a seat and gave her full attention to Fleur and her mother, who nodded with the natural elegance possessed by all veela before taking their seats and beginning to speak.

Fleur remained silent, allowing her beloved mother to speak, first focusing on Lord Harry, his physique, his character, and above all, his power.

“He is the Patriarch of House Potter, although saying that the title is too small for him would be an understatement. Since his return, he has caused enormous waves in England. The Malfoy, Parkinson, and Greengrass clans were conquered and absorbed, leaving a considerable political vacuum in the Wizengamot. Many speculated that Lord Potter would use his considerable influence to seize control of the island, but for months he remained indifferent to the government, and when we were invited to Potter Manor for Yule, we understood why,” said Lady Apolline, her voice filled with obvious amazement and wonder.

Her mother’s words intrigued the matriarch, who listened in complete fascination as Apolline spoke of the Holy Capital, Leyndell, Lord Harry’s vast arcane power, and his plans for the initiates and the veela.

Fleur watched with amusement as the conversation attracted more and more participants. The other Council matriarchs, and even a pair of high-ranking matrons, began listening with a mixture of disbelief, hope, and interest regarding the Seat of Power of the Golden Lion.

Fleur’s mother was in her element, recounting in exquisite detail everything about Leyndell: the beautiful and enormous buildings, the idyllic life, the way the sunsets bathed the city in a soft orange glow, all sheltered beneath the protection of the Palace of Winds, the home of Fleur’s new Master. However, what caught the attention of all her sisters, to Fleur’s complete lack of surprise, was the description of the Golden Tree.

“It was colossal, as enormous as the largest building Muggles delight in constructing, with titanic branches sheltering the Capital with their magic. Lord Harry’s Palace is the closest point to the Tree, and the magical power that can be felt there… is simply impossible to explain. It is a practically untouched world, inhabited only by women, beautiful elemental nymphs, and artisans in service to the Elden Lord. It will be an idyllic life for us, far from these pigs, allowing us to truly be ourselves, sheltered and protected by the magic of the Golden Lion,” her mother exclaimed with genuine devotion on her face.

To Fleur, Apolline Delacour looked like a priestess preaching the religion of the Lord of Leyndell.

And judging by the faces of the other sisters, it seemed that she was succeeding. Fleur watched with amusement as the younger ones bit their lips with obvious desire when they heard about the public revelry in the city, rubbing their thighs with excitement, while the matrons and matriarchs listened with disbelief, yet with unmistakable curiosity on their faces, intrigued by the idea of a magical land completely free of wizards.

Only them, more magical sisters, and the Golden Lion to serve.

The notion… was far too exciting and enticing to ignore, and when Fleur saw the three matriarchs look at one another, nodding softly with determination, she knew that the Veela Nation would leave France behind and accept total vassalage to the Elden Lord of Leyndell.

“How can we please our Lord?”

Apolline and Fleur exchanged veiled smiles, pleased by the Council’s disposition.

“Simple, through absolute devotion and by expressing our sexuality freely, as it always should have been,” said the mature veela, looking calmly at Fleur, prompting the young Delacour to step forward, back straight and head held high, truly proud of her beautiful body and of the exquisite outfit her beloved Lord had chosen for this occasion.

Fleur knew she was beautiful, even by veela standards. She possessed an almost supernatural beauty, serene and majestic, as if divine hands had sculpted her to become the consort of a god, a Golden God, she thought with amusement.

Her hair, long and perfectly straight, fell down her back in a cascade of silver and golden strands, so soft and magical that they resembled liquid silk, each lock reflecting a faint glow beneath the intense and analytical gazes of the veela gathered around her.

Upon her skin could be seen the characteristic silver tattoos of all veela, visible only during the nights of the full moon. Centuries of magical heritage were concentrated in beautiful and ethereal arcane patterns across her flawless pale skin, extremely delicate lines running along her arms, shoulders, sides, and thighs in elegant and symmetrical designs.

And the dress, if it could even be called that, left her practically naked. The tiny garment was made of white silk and adorned with beautiful silver jewels, all chosen by the Golden Lion himself for a single purpose: to emphasize Fleur’s natural beauty.

She looked radiant, and she knew it.

“Our Lord enjoys expressing love and devotion through the carnal arts, my sisters. During my visit to Leyndell, I had the pleasure of participating in two amazing love celebrations, two amazing orgies to celebrate the Golden Lion and let me tell you… the nymphs of Leyndell will be formidable competition. They dared to question our skill in the arts of love. They dared to suggest that we would not be good enough to satisfy the Golden Lion in bed" Apolline declared fiercely, watching many of the veela present become genuinely offended by the notion that their mastery of pleasure might not be unmatched.

At those words, an uproar spread through the hall. Young and mature veela alike began speaking intensely among themselves, already planning how they would prove to those insolent nymphs the true power of the veela.

No, it was not that they were the whores the entire continent claimed them to be. Quite the opposite. Veela were extraordinarily selective with their mates, maintaining impossibly high standards, often to the point that many of them spent their entire lives untouched, waiting for the perfect wizard before releasing all the passion and desire hidden within them.

Something that, apparently, had finally come to an end.

The veela had a new Master, a vigorous and powerful wizard with enough stamina and strength to dominate every one of them, just like the scandalous romantic fantasies Fleur had secretly read in the communal library years ago.

And speaking of the Devil…

Boooom!

A thunderous explosion, followed by a burst of golden light, announced the Lion’s arrival in the main temple, appearing at the center of the chamber, and to Fleur’s delight, he did so in his true form.

In his divine form.

“Oh, by the Goddess,” whispered Matriarch Serine, swallowing hard in astonishment at the sight of Lord Harry, still clad in his powerful jet-black armor and golden cloak, levitating gently in the center of the room. His enormous body, three meters tall of overwhelming magical power easily dominating everything around him, and to Fleur’s curiosity, he held a wizard by the head with a single hand, lifting him as though he weighed no more than a discarded rag.

“My Lord,” Fleur and Apolline said together, bowing in submission before Lord Potter, an act that the rest of the veela quickly imitated, though with more hesitation and uncertainty.

For a moment, Harry did not respond. His gaze simply swept across the entire gathering of veela, eventually settling on the trio of matriarchs, who were utterly captivated by the divine presence of Fleur’s Lord.

Though the young veela could hardly blame them.

“This man is the principal architect of the attack on the Conclave. He is merely a servant of a pathetic wizard who calls himself Voldemort. I will deal with his master soon, but I leave the punishment of this pig to your capable hands,” Lord Harry declared, releasing the wizard, who struck the floor with a heavy thud.

And to Fleur’s surprise…

He was still alive.

Although, considering the condition he was in, the young Delacour was certain the man wished he were not.

“No… no… mercy! Mercy!” the wizard begged, writhing across the floor in agony. His mouth opened and closed desperately, his eyes completely transparent and clearly blind, while he clawed at his own face over and over again. Agony and terror twisted his expression, and on his right arm there was a fresh burn, as though something had been violently torn from his flesh only moments before.

Noticing the uncertainty on the faces of the veela, the Golden Lion answered the unspoken question.

“This creature had orders to enslave all of you. Seven dozen virgin veela for an unknown ritual. The rest of you were meant to be payment for the mercenaries,” Lord Potter said, causing the younger veela to gasp in horror, while the older ones narrowed their eyes with fury and contempt, Fleur among them.

Before any of the women could speak, Harry continued.

“His punishment has been decreed. I have stripped him of all his senses and cursed him with eternal life until the youngest veela present in this conclave has lived long enough to have granddaughters. Then, and only then, will he be permitted to die. Imprison him wherever you wish. His sentence is final.”

Fleur could not help shuddering at the cruelty of the punishment inflicted upon the invader, yet part of her also felt satisfaction at the swift justice Lord Potter had delivered, and above all, immense relief in knowing that the conclave and her sisters were protected by such a powerful being.

And apparently, the matriarchs had reached the same conclusion, for they quickly adopted seductive postures, unleashing the full force of their Allure upon the imposing and newly crowned Veela Lord.

“Lord Harry, welcome to the Veela Conclave. Your new vassals thank you for your protection and stand ready to fulfill each and every one of your desires, and to take our rightful place kneeling at the feet of the Sovereign of Leyndell,” Matriarch Serine proclaimed, while a pair of warriors dragged the cursed wizard deep into the bowels of the temple.

“We shall see,” Lord Harry replied with obvious amusement before stepping toward the center of the chamber.

At that very moment, a colossal golden throne materialized in the heart of the conclave.

Lord Harry began to walk slowly towards his rightful place. At the same time, his armor and robe slowly disappeared, burning and leaving the new Master of the Veela Nation totally naked, taking a seat on the immense golden throne, and in the process...

"AHHHG," Fleur shouted, while her body levitated extremely gently to Lord Harry's Throne, the young Delacour couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the sight of the envy on the faces of the rest of her sisters, including the three matriarchs, when the Golden Lion sat Fleur on his lap, rubbing all his virility into the young Veela's exposed and needy pussy.

“I have proven that I will be the guardian and Lord that all of you have needed, in due time, all of you will have the great blessing of carrying my seed, and being the mothers of the new Veela Nation, Daughters of Leyndell and my Golden Consorts, my beautiful Flower has spoken to me about the fieryness, passion and lust that the Veela people possess, she has set the bar too high," said the handsome God, caressing Fleur's legs, eliciting guttural moans from the young Veela, flooded with the magic of the Elden Lord.

“AHHHHG MY LOVE!!” she moaned decomposedly, panting with pleasure and spreading her legs without any shame, showing her drenched womanhood to the rest of her envious sisters, who watched in wonder as Lord Harry's huge hand began to massage Fleur's sweet petals masterfully.

The young Veela moaned dejectedly, her body trembling, overwhelmed by the mastery of her Master's fingers, leaning her body on Harry's immense body.

“Mon Amour... Merci... Merci...” Fleur pleaded, as she began to move her hips in desperation, making the Golden Lion laugh softly.

"Calm down, my beautiful flower... we're just getting started," Lord Harry whispered in her ear, his voice so deep and masculine that, to the embarrassment of the young French woman, she had an orgasm at that moment.

"AHHHHHHHHHHG" she moaned decomposedly, trembling in Lord Potter's lap and bathing his virility with her love juices, which rose menacingly, ready to besiege the virginity of the young Delacour.

“Mon Amour... S'il vous plaît! S'il vous plait!" begged the Frenchwoman without a hint of embarrassment, and the blonde groaned as she felt the head of Lord Harry's virility caress her soft petals, the promise quite clear.

And then... It happened.

Fleur Delacour gasped loudly, feeling short of breath at the same time that her sweet and virgin pussy got split open for the first time in her life; the veela inside Fleur let out a screech of joy, feeling conquered and claimed, her body trembling, totally surrendered to the moment, while her hands clung desperately to Lord Potter's huge shoulders.

And as if that were not enough... Lord Harry came close to her ear, giving her a sensual lick, he ordered.

“Cum for me”

And Fleur, like the good Veela that she was, obeyed, her back arched, and with a guttural scream, she released a waterfall of love in the lap of her beloved Lord. Her body trembled, totally out of control, exhausted, but with an obvious desire for more.

This was just beginning.

Lord Potter laughed to himself as he continued to drill Fleur's insides, before looking at the room and exclaiming.

"My Flower speaks of the feats of Veela in the art of Love; she calls them the best lovers of the Magical World, that their tantric arts have no comparison," said her New Lord, making all the beautiful fire maidens nod, pleased with themselves, proud to be recognized by the powerful Lord.

Until...

"However, my beautiful Nymphs disagree with that statement," said the Elden Lord with a gleam of emotion in his eyes, at the same time that two golden portals appeared spontaneously next to the Golden Throne, where, to the disbelief of the veela, beautiful women began to emerge, all wearing elegant white dresses, long and tight, that betrayed beautiful and sensual figures,  each of them was... simply perfect, as if they had been custom-made, all with flirtatious smiles and defiant looks.

"So I have decided…that we will have a friendly competition, the veela, my Golden Consorts, against my Nymphs... the last race standing will prove to be the best in the arts of seduction... Let the games begin”

And after that decree, Lord Potter's eyes shone for an instant, releasing a wave of magic that spread throughout the room, completely burning all the robes and dresses of both veela and nymphs, leaving them all totally naked.

Although such an act did not seem to disturb either race, quite the contrary, both Veela and nymphs looked at each other with evident interest, appreciating the feminine beauty in each other.

Although competition ceased to matter to Fleur an instant later, she could only groan when she felt Lord Potter's virility enter her again.

“Let the game begin!” he declared with evident pleasure, and the young Frenchwoman could only shudder before giving herself completely.

And while Lord Potter claimed the Veela people as vassals... a certain Lord Black was heading towards the outskirts of Potter Manor with a single objective.

To meet the Godson who was taken from him so long ago.