Lucinda's: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Hermione’s stomach churned nervously as she Apparated outside Shell Cottage. Fleur knew her secret, and if she told Harry, it could make things very awkward between them. On the other hand, this could be her chance to finally get the answers she’d been searching for.

Sucking in a deep breath, the cool, salty morning air filled her lungs as she began walking toward the front door. She took a moment to quell her nerves before raising her hand and knocking.

“Coming,” Fleur called from inside.

Hermione immediately felt like running away but forced her feet to remain in place. A moment later, the door opened, and Fleur greeted her with a smile.

“Bonjour, ‘Ermione,” she said. “Zhis is a surprise. Come in.”

She opened the door wider, a light blue silk robe covering her body. Hermione stepped inside and stood awkwardly as Fleur closed the door behind her.

“Coffee?” she offered.

“Yes. Thank you,” Hermione replied, desperate for a distraction.

Following Fleur into the kitchen, she took a seat at the table, her hands fiddling with the flap of her robe in her lap.

“I know why you’re ‘ere,” Fleur said as she poured two cups of coffee. “Ask your questions, and I will answer what I can.”

Hermione sighed as she set one of the mugs down in front of her and then took the seat across from her.

“Um, how long have you been sleeping with Harry?” she asked.

Fleur took a sip from her mug and hummed in through, “Zhree years.”

“So you started right after the war ended?” Hermione asked, receiving a nod in reply. “Did it start at Lucinda’s?”

“Oh no,” Fleur said, shaking her head. “We started sleeping together long before ‘e started going zhere.”

“But, why?” Hermione asked, her brow furrowed. “You and Bill always seem so… happy.”

“We are,” Fleur said. “And I would be ‘appy to keep him as my only lover, if that’s what ‘e wanted. Beel changed after ‘e was bitten. ‘E started fantasizing about seeing me with other men. Powerful men. So, we asked ‘Arry to help us experiment.”

“If he was sleeping with you, why did he start going to Lucinda’s?” Hermione asked.

Fleur smiled at the unintended compliment.

“’Oo do you zhink introduced him to zhe store?” she asked with a smirk.

“You?” Hermione asked in surprise. “Why?”

“Surely you ‘ave seen the changes in him since zhe end of zhe war,” Fleur said.

Biting her lip, Hermione nodded.

“’Is emotions were a mess,” she continued. “And eet wasn’t just from zhe zhings ‘e saw and did. ‘Is mindset changed after zhe ‘Orcrux was destroyed. ‘E was worried about some of zhe zhings ‘e enjoyed doing.”

“Like what?” Hermione asked.

Fleur smirked, her eyes sparkling.

“Like zhe time ‘e came over, bent me over zhis table, and fucked me wizout a word to my husband, who was sitting right zhere,” she said, nodding to the seat Hermione was in. “Or zhe time I invited ‘im to France. ‘E ordered me not to touch Beel while ‘e spent zhe week taking me whenever and ‘owever he pleased. ‘E even made Beel sleep in zhe guest room so we could share a bed.”

Chuckling, Fleur paused to take a sip of her coffee.

“Beel ravished me ‘ours when we got ‘ome,” she said, smiling at the memory before it faded. “But ‘Arry was worried. ‘E likes to take control, but ‘e zhought that was making ‘im evil. I tried to convince ‘im eet was normal, but ‘e didn’t believe me. So, I took ‘im to Lucinda’s to show ‘im other women enjoyed eet, too. Like zhe redhead zhat likes to be tied up. Sally?”

“Susan,” Hermione corrected.

“Oui,” Fleur nodded. “And zhe blonde that likes to be fucked in public.”

“Lavender,” Hermione supplied.

“Oui,” Fleur said, her eyes landing on Hermione with a knowing look. “You ‘ave been watching ‘im for a while, non?”

Hermione closed her eyes and groaned, realizing the trap she walked straight into.

“A few weeks,” she admitted.

“And you haven’t slept wiz him yet?” Fleur asked.

“No,” Hermione said, shaking her head. “I don’t know if that’s something I really want to do.”

“You know you want to,” Fleur said with certainty. You’re just afraid to admit eet.”

Hermione sighed and stared into her mug for a long moment before she finally responded.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I do. I’m just–I’m worried it will change things between us, you know?”

“Of course, eet will,” Fleur said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “’Arry will know you are just as kinky as ‘e is.”

“Fleur!” Hermione exclaimed with a laugh.

“What? Eet’s true,” she smiled. “What do you like about watching ‘im wiz other women?”

“I don’t know,” Hermione sighed. “His confidence, I guess. I’ve never seen him like that outside of his Auror duties. What about you? Why did you choose Harry?”

“Because we trust ‘im,” Fleur replied. “And I like zhe way ‘e takes control. I spend all day ‘olding back my Allure so men don’t chase me all day. It’s nice to just let go and do as I’m told.”

“Couldn’t you just do that with Bill?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Beel finds it ‘ard to treat me like zhat because we’re married,” Fleur said, shaking her head with a fond smile. “’E says ‘e loves me too much. Besides, ‘Arry is better at eet. ‘E knows how to keep you right on zhe edge of what you are comfortable wiz.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, lifting the coffee mug to her lips.

Before Fleur could respond, a chime rang lightly through the house.

“’Arry’s ‘ere,” she said with a smile.

Hermione nearly choked on her mouthful of coffee and set it down roughly as she coughed to clear her throat.

“I knew you would leave,” Fleur said, smiling unrepentantly. “Would you like to join us?”

Hermione glared.

“Fine,” Fleur sighed. “Use zhe Floo.”

Nodding, Hermione stood and walked towards the living room.

“Or,” Fleur called, stopping her halfway across the kitchen, “you can watch from zhe guest room. I installed zhe same charms on zhe wall they use at Lucinda’s so Beel can watch.”

Slowly, she turned around to find Fleur looking at her with a knowing smirk just as there was a knock at the front door.

“Coming!” Fleur called.

Turning to a mirror hanging on the wall, she opened her robe slightly, revealing a valley of deep, pale cleavage. When she spun back around, she flashed Hermione a smile full of excited anticipation and walked past her. As she did, Fleur released her Allure, flooding Hermione’s body with a sense of arousal. She glared at the back of the blonde’s head as she sauntered out of the kitchen, knowing she’d done it intentionally.

“’Arry!” Fleur greeted excitedly a moment later.

Hermione bit her lip. She only had seconds to make her decision. Glancing toward the living room, she muttered a curse, quickly turned toward the hall, and made her way to the guest room. Closing the door behind her, she shut her eyes and leaned against it while taking a deep breath. Now that she was away from Fleur, she could think without the influence of her Allure.

Those thoughts were cut short when she heard Harry and Fleur enter the hallway. The sound of creaking footsteps was interrupted by a soft bang that rattled the wall, followed by a muffled feminine moan. It didn’t take much imagination to realize they were snogging just outside of the room she was hiding in. A moment later, Fleur giggled, the footsteps resumed, and she heard a door close down the hall.

For a moment, Hermione considered quietly making her way to the Floo, but her curiosity overrode her caution, and she raised her wand toward the wall.

“Voyere,” she incanted.

The wall shimmered and rapidly became transparent, revealing the master bedroom on the other side. Surprisingly, Harry and Fleur weren’t engaged in some elicit act like she expected. Instead, Fleur was fiddling with something on the dresser while Harry kicked off his shoes and lounged on the bed like it was his own. Taking a closer look at what Fleur was doing, Hermione realized she was setting up one of the Recording Orbs she’d seen at Lucinda’s. It was a small, plum-sized crystal ball enchanted to record anything it saw and then project it with another incantation. With a tap of Fleur’s wand, the orb levitated a few inches above the dresser and hovered in the air. Hermione’s view was from the same side of the room, giving her an identical view as the one the orb would record.

“Bonjour, mon amour,” Fleur said, smiling brightly and waving. “I know you just left, but I don’t want you to forget about me while you’re gone. Don’t show zhis to your co-workers like you did zhe last one. You wouldn’t want zhem to zhink your wife is a slut, would you?”

Blowing a kiss to the Recording Orb, Fleur spun around and pranced over to the bed before hopping on and straddling Harry’s waist. She planted her hands on his chest and arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his face while her bum pressed against his groin. Pouting her lips, she looked to the right at the orb while Harry caressed her thigh, his hand sliding under the edge of the robe.

“Do you zhink zhis is a good angle?” she asked.

Slowly raising his eyes from her breasts, Harry lifted his right hand and snapped his fingers. Hermione gasped as she watched Fleur’s robe was ripped from her body and shredded into strips. The silk ribbons fluttered in the air before five of them sprang to life. While one looped itself around Fleur’s head, gagging her, two bound her wrists behind her back, and the last two bound her ankles together. The only thing that kept her from falling face-first onto Harry’s chest was his hands roughly grabbing her large breasts and holding her up.

“Fleur, I don’t give a shit about your husband,” Harry said. “He can look at the ceiling for all I care. I’m not here for him; I’m here for you.”

Lowering her down, he pecked her lips over the makeshift gag before lifting her back up. Quickly, he slipped out from underneath Fleur and let her fall face-first onto the mattress with a muffled squeak. Scooting to the edge of the bed, he stood up, grabbed her by her bound ankles, and then pulled her to the edge of the mattress so that they were both facing the orb and the wall Hermione was watching them through.

She wondered if Fleur had considered that when setting up the recording as Harry dropped her feet to the floor while her upper body remained on the bed.

“Mmh, that arse,” Harry said appreciatively. “I’ve been waiting for this since you gave me that half-arsed blowjob at the Burrow.”

Hermione’s eyes widened while Fleur glared at him over her shoulder. Harry responded by smacking her bum sharply, causing her to let out a muffled yelp.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, groping her bum. “We both know you can do better.”

Giving her bum another smack that left her pale skin tinged pink, he straightened up and removed his shirt. Fleur’s eyes glittered with anticipation and her body shivered when she heard the metallic clinking of his belt buckle being undone. Stepping out of his trousers, he laid his erection between her pale cheeks and leaned over her body. With one hand braced on the mattress, the other wrapped gently around Fleur’s throat. He lifted her up slightly and used his index finger to turn her face towards his.

The silk strip in Fleur’s mouth fell free, and Harry claimed her lips in a demanding kiss. Adjusting his hips, he suddenly thrust forward hard. Hermione couldn’t see the penetration itself, but she could see the moment it happened. Fleur’s eyes widened; she pulled her lips from his and gasped loudly. A long, low moan left her lips as Harry straightened up and pinned her shoulders to the bed. A moment later, she yelped and squealed as he hammered his hips back and forth. A staccato series of loud, wet slaps filled the room.

Hermione had to admit that she enjoyed seeing a haughty woman like Fleur being absolutely manhandled by her best friend. Quickly stripping out of her clothes, she climbed onto the bed and bit her lip as she teased her folds.

Eyes shut tight, Fleur screamed her way through a climax, causing Harry to chuckle behind her.

“I love that you cum so easy,” he said. “Gabrielle is the same way. Is that a Veela thing?”

“Oui–ooh,” Fleur said, trailing off in a moan as she came again.

“Really?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “I might have to take my next vacation in France and test that out.”

Gathering Fleur’s hair into a ponytail, he used it like a handle to lift her up. With the entire weight of her upper body being held up by her hair, Harry reached under and groped one of her wildly swaying breasts. Fleur’s eyes glazed over as she trembled and moaned. It seemed to Hermione like she was riding one climatic wave to the next. If that’s what sex was like for Veela, it was no wonder they enjoyed it so much.

Suddenly, Harry dropped Fleur onto the mattress. Grabbing her hips, he hammered into her furiously for several seconds before his hips snapped forward, and he let out a deep, rumbling groan.

“Fuck I needed that,” he said, humming in relief.

Pulling out of Fleur, he swung her legs onto the bed and then laid down, his back resting against the pillows as he guided her head to his glistening length. Fleur eagerly began to lick and kiss him clean, rapidly causing him to reharden.

“Sorry, Bill, but I want your wife’s full attention for a while,” Harry said, glancing over at the dresser with an unapologetic shrug. “Maybe we’ll record something for you later this week.”

With a wave of his hand, the orb fell onto the dresser with a thud, bouncing twice before it rolled to a stop against the jewelry box. A second wave caused the silk ties to fall loose, freeing Fleur from her bindings.

“You think he’ll like that one?” Harry asked.

“He’ll love eet,” Fleur smiled.

“Good,” Harry grinned, crooking his finger. “Now get up here.”

Smiling widely, Fleur straddled his waist and sank down on his length.

They were still going at it two hours later when Hermione reached her limit and snuck into the living room, where she used the Floo to return home for the night.