Unintended Consequences- Part 6

AN: I tried not to get to the point where I had to share this, as I don't want my personal life to get in the way and tried not to let it, but here we are.

My father was scheduled for open heart surgery, that would've been tomorrow, had a bunch of appointments to get it all settled, then they had to cancel because a scan showed his lungs had sustained too much damage and they didn't think they could reinflate them if they went through with the procedure. They're now doing a different procedure, (TAVR), but he needs to do a whole host of other appointments for it. All this while my mom is also consulting with a surgeon because she needs surgery to remove part of her GI tract. It's been feckin' stressful to say the least, but I'm still trying to get as much writing done as I can. Thank you for your patience, it's massively appreciated.

Now on to the story.

Casting-

Apolline- Summer Soderstrom

Vivienne- Gwenegann Saillard

Sitting on the couch in the living room of Vivienne’s seaside villa, Harry stared at the olive branch sitting on the table. The wards on his apartment didn’t allow for incoming or outgoing portkeys but, Vivienne was kind enough to offer her place as a substitute.

Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he was fighting the urge to pace. Despite revealing the truth to Apolline, he couldn’t help the fear that rested low in his stomach. Given his odd origins, he worried they’d be unwilling to accept him as Apolline’s partner. Faced with the choice of the enclave or him, he had little doubt which one she’d pick. But I’d prefer if she didn’t have to.

He knew he was overthinking, but it was difficult not to as all he could do was sit there and wait for the seconds to tick by until it was time.

“Tea?” Emerging from the kitchen, Vivienne carried a tray with a teapot and two cups on it. She set it down on the table just in front of the couch.

“How very English of you…” he teased as she sat down beside him.

“Yes, but considering you are English, it seemed appropriate.” Vivienne smiled, “And I thought it might help calm your nerves.”

“Even if you spiked it with Calming Draught, I doubt it would do much good.” He chuckled at himself. He’d faced down a Dark Lord, more than once, and despite his admittedly heroic actions in the face of Tom, he was terrified through a good deal of it. Though I rarely had much time to think about that until after the fact.  

The prospect of standing before a council of veela, facing their judgement, and potentially getting Apolline, and her mother, ostracized from the enclave was nearly as terrifying as standing face to face with a monster.

Shaking off the rather harrowing thought, he returned to the issue at hand, “But still, I’m not one to refuse a spot of tea when offered.”

The brunette leaned over and poured the tea into each cup, “Milk or sugar?”

“Just a bit of milk.” She poured that as well before adding a bit of sugar to her own and handing him the tea, “Thank you.”

Curling her legs underneath her, Vivienne leaned into the side of the couch, “Apolline told me you were stressed about this. She also said I should help to the best of my abilities.” She wiggled her eyebrows, “Obviously, there were other options, but I doubt you’re in the mood for that sort of distraction.”

He offered her a grateful smile. While the prospect of what she was implying was always appealing, the timing felt less than appropriate. And as though she were reading his mind, she gave him a sultry smile, “Besides, even with her permission, I still prefer it when she’s here.”

Taking a sip of his tea, he replied, “You won’t hear any argument from me.”

“From any other man, talking about any other woman, I’d most certainly be offended. But as seems rather common where you’re concerned, I’ll make an exception.” Setting her own teacup down, she changed the subject, “So… how is Lily doing?”

“Trying to distract me now?” His eyes darted over to the clock on the wall.

“A little, but I’m also genuinely curious.” Vivienne rested her elbow on the side of the couch, leaning against it as she looked at him expectantly, “I’m so looking forward to meeting her.”

“The feeling is mutual.” He told her, “We just spoke with her yesterday, actually.” Via a set of mirrors, not dissimilar to the one given to him by Sirius, rather than in person, unfortunately, “Apolline wanted her to know the date she’s planned for the wedding.” It was going to be a private affair in terms of both the ceremony and reception. His oldest friends were a literal world away, and apart from some of his instructors, he shared his few friends with his bride to be.

“And?”

“And… her apprenticeship is going brilliantly so far. Her talent in charms has never been anything short of exemplary and she couldn’t ask for a better instructor than Professor Flitwick. And that’s to say nothing of what she’s learned working with Tilly…” Which brought to mind one more important point, “With how busy she’s been though, I doubt she’ll have time to visit here until the holidays at the earliest. And even then, she intends to spend time with her family.”

“Of course,” Vivienne waved her hand, “I’d expect nothing less. It just means I’ll have to wait until I throw Apolline her bachelorette party, no? I’m sure she’ll be willing to make an exception from her busy schedule for that, at least.”

“No.”

“No?”

He chuckled, “No, you won’t have to wait that long. Though I’m sure you’re right and she’ll be happy to make an exception, Lily invited Apolline and I to visit her in England… she was rather insistent about it, actually.” She’d given them a specific weekend she was hoping they would visit, and they were happy to oblige her, “She wanted us to extend an invitation to you as well.”

She waved her hand dismissively and turned her nose up, “Oh, I’ll have to check my schedule obviously, darling. You know how difficult it can be to make room for such things…” Vivenne darted away as he poked at her side, and the façade quickly fell away to a beaming smile, “Of course, that’s lovely of her. I’ll do my utmost to make it. Do you know why she invited us?”

“To show us around Hogwarts, I presume, and share a bit of her home.” It would be nice to see the castle again after so many years. Despite his love of France and the home he’d made for himself there, Hogwarts was still the first place that he ever called home. Even if it had its fair share of highs and lows. Though he couldn’t help but think that there was something more to her invitation as well.

Before they had the chance to continue their conversation, the alarm he set beeped once before he turned it off. Looking at the clock, he realized that those last few minutes flew by. Taking hold of the portkey on the table, he offered his thanks, “You did a brilliant job of distracting me, Vivienne.”

The lovely woman stood and placed a kiss on his cheek, “I’m happy to hear it, handsome. I’m sure I can think of some way you can show your appreciation once you’ve gotten back.” Steeping away, she offered him a final smile, “Now, good luck.”

He made to reply but was stopped by the tugging behind his navel. All at once, he felt himself pulled from the room and hurtled across a great distance. When he finally settled, and the whirling of the world stopped, the portkey in his hand eroded to nothing in his grasp.

He could faintly hear rushing water as he stood in an open grotto.  Beneath his feet was smooth stone, a mosaic of bright colors depicting a beautiful, feathered woman. There was one path that led further on. Next to him was a plinth. A melodious voice echoed through the chamber from nowhere, nearly making him jump, “Disrobe, wizard, and proceed to the next room for judgment.”

He started by pulling his shirt over his head and left himself bare as the day he was born in just a few short seconds. Placing them on the plinth, he walked to the opening only to look back and find that his clothing had disappeared.

Ducking his head, he entered the small tunnel. As he pushed forward, the sound of water grew louder. At the end of the tunnel water touched his feet as it fell at the exit. On the other side was nothing but darkness. No other way but through. Cold water washed over him, sending a shiver down his spine.

As he wiped the water from his eyes, white light filled the narrow room. Roman style pillars ran up the length of the room on either side. The same smooth stone covered the ground with another mosaic. His gaze wasn’t drawn to what lay at his feet though, instead he looked to the end of the room.

Sitting on a raised dais, overlooking the rest of the room were three women, three veela, all gorgeous. They sat in a half circle, each with a stone chair beneath them. The two on either side wore indigo dresses, while the one in the center wore silver that shimmered in the white lights of the room. He found his feet moving of their own accord, padding his way toward the pedestal that sat at the base of the dais. Their blue eyes were on him every step of the way, appraising him like hawks watching their prey.

As he came to stand before them, the room filled with the pure intoxication of the allure. Before his very eyes, each of the women sitting grew greater to him in both stature and beauty, like goddesses made manifest. He still remembered what it felt like the first time he encountered it at the World Cup, years ago. The allure drove men to try and throw themselves over the railing just to get to them. But that was the allure of young veela, unrefined but powerful.

This was something wholly different. The allure of the Matriarchs was honed like the sharpest blade: deadly, precise, and piercing right to the heart.

It was like a whisper in his ear, sweet as a lover, cajoling him to worship, to obey, to do whatever was required to gain even a fraction of their attention. It was hard for him to focus on anything but the divine visions of beauty in front of him, and then he heard a warning. It was difficult to tell whether it echoed through the room or through his own mind, but he heard it clearly regardless, “Should any lie pass your lips, we will know. And a lie will mean your death… do you understand?”

He didn’t know if it was a form of Occlumency or something different, but he could feel the weight of it. He only knew that he refused to be totally enthralled by it.  After all, as a boy of only fourteen, he managed to throw off the Imperius Curse of the most powerful dark wizard alive. So even with the intoxication of their allure assaulting his every sense, he mastered his own mind.

The words felt slow, dull, as he willed his mouth to move, but still, he managed to tell them, “I understand. But I’d do that and more for Apolline’s sake.” The allure faltered for the briefest of seconds, before he felt the raw power of decades, maybe even centuries, of refinement, hit him like a hippogriff.

It felt like pure bliss, as his mind became solely focused on the women in front of him. His mouth went dry as he warred with the primal want they provoked in him.  It made his head burn, bright and hot, in a way that had only ever happened when Tom was resurrected, until the heat broke and the world became clear again.

He didn’t know how long he’d been in that state, but it was certainly longer than he thought. His muscles felt tight, his cock hung hard between his legs, and his vision blurred at the edges slightly, but he took one deep breath to steady himself. Offering a small smile, he urged them, “Go on then, ask your questions.”

The Matriarchs shared a look between them, and the allure ebbed back to its previous potency. It was only then that he noticed that his forehead was wet with something other than the water. Bringing his hand to his forehead, he found blood staining his fingers. Something tells me that isn’t normal. Though why would I expect anything different?  Harry didn’t exactly have a great track record where normalcy was concerned.

“What is your name?” The veela on the left asked.

“Harry Potter and Harry Peverell.” He answered.

“You have two names, why?” This time it was the one on the right.

“I’ve lived in two worlds, two realities, two times. When I arrived here, I acquired the Peverell family accounts and thought the change would be appropriate.” It was more information than the question demanded, but every word was the truth.

That brought all three of them up short. The two flanking the woman in the middle both looked to her for guidance. It was clear that, whether she was the oldest of them or not, she was certainly the most respected.

He imagined that was the reason that she took up the next line of questioning, “There are other realities?”

“Yes, at least one other reality.”

“How did you find yourself… displaced?” He doubted these were the questions they expected to ask him, but he could understand their curiosity.

“An incident in the British Department of Mysteries when I was fifteen destroyed every Time-Turner in the country at my feet. I ended up back in time and in another reality.”

“Interesting.” The woman in the middle leaned back in her chair as she crossed her legs, “Why were you in the Department?”

“Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord Voldemort,” All three French veela snorted at the name, “of my world lured me there in order to acquire a prophecy made about the two of his when I was only an infant.”

“I’ve never heard of a Lord Voldemort.”

“He doesn’t exist in this world… and I’m bloody grateful for it.” The last bit was said in English, and from the way the woman giggled, she clearly understood him.

“And is this… Tom Riddle, a threat? Could he find a way to reach you here?”

Truthfully, he hadn’t given it much thought. Shrugging his shoulders, he offered what explanation he could, “I can’t say for certain, but it’s incredibly doubtful. Even if he understood what happened to me, he would then need to reliably find a way to cross both time and realities.” It was the sort of magic that had never been achieved.

The Matriarch hummed to herself before acknowledging, “We’ll take that into consideration.”

From there it seemed that they’d gotten past the oddest part of his history and returned to the more conventional questions as the other Matriarchs began speaking again. The questions were mundane, and to the point. Some of them were quite simple, such as his profession and his residence, some were more probing.

“In the course of your work as a wand crafter, have you acquired any rivals or adversaries that might be a threat to Apolline or the enclave?”

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the question, “No. The wider community of wandmakers, while competitive and prideful of their work, have the utmost respect for others who take up the profession. That doesn’t mean we always agree, but they’re no more a threat to myself, Apolline, or the enclave than anyone else you would meet.”

“Despite the fact that Veela hair can be used as a wand core?”

“Most wands with veela hair for a core are special commissions for individuals with direct veela lineage. I don’t need to tell you just how rare that is.”

And then came the questions he’d been expecting from the start, “You’re in a relationship with Apolline Descoteaux?”

“Yes.”

“You love her?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any ulterior motives in regard to seeing her?”

The denial came without hesitation, he wasn’t Grindelwald, “No.”

“And you intend to marry her?”

“Yes.”

Silence followed that last response before as one the three women stood, “You’ll remain here while we deliberate.” A door behind them opened before he was left alone in the chamber.

Taking a deep breath as the press of the allure fully dissipated for the first time in what felt like hours, he took stock of himself. Whatever happened to his scar, there was no longer any pain there. Oddly, while it hadn’t truly bothered him since entering this new world, he no longer even felt it. Running his finger along the lightning bolt lines, he found they were thinner than he ever remembered, barely any different than the rest of the skin around it.

Whether it was from the allure, or the fact that he’d spent the entire time with a raging erection, he felt lightheaded. Not nearly as much blood running to my head as there should be, that much is for certain.

He didn’t have to wait long before the doors opened again and the three veela retook their seats. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he felt their allure fill the room once more. The Matriarch in the middle spoke for them all, “You’re aware that you’re a unique case, Harry Peverell. Very few have ever stood for judgment, and none have ever shown such incredible fortitude against the allure.”

He wasn’t sure if that was praise or a rebuke, but he didn’t care when she said, “But given your forthcomingness and your clear affection for one of our own valued members, we accept you as part of the enclave.” She smiled then, a genuine beatific thing to greet him, “I am Matriarch Odette, and I welcome you. My fellows are Clementine and Elise.” Each woman offered a smile in turn. It was nice to have names to put to the faces.  

A weight of worry lifted from him in that moment. There was the sound of stone scraping against stone. The plinth raised up beside him with his clothes on it, “Feel free to dress…” She stood and looked down at him with a mischievousness that he didn’t expect, “or not if you prefer… no one here would complain.”

Luckily, he didn’t need to reply as a beloved voice called out, “Harry!” A set of stairs from beneath the dais appeared at the same time as his clothing, though he missed it, that Apolline hurried up. Entirely comfortable with his current state of undress, she threw herself into his arms. He caught her easily, pinning his length between them in the process.

Her allure felt comfortable, like a gentle caress, compared to that of the Matriarchs. She kissed him on the lips before pulling away with a wide smile, “Thank you for this, my love.”

“Think nothing of it.” He knew how much it would hurt both her and her mother to be forced out of the enclave. It only seemed right to do what he could to ensure that didn’t happen.

She smacked him on the shoulder lightly, “Don’t you tell me what to do. I think everything of it… and I intend to show you just how much very soon.” She looked back in the direction of the Matriarchs, all of whom were still watching them, “I believe you have some new admirers.”

He chuckled, “You’re imagining things.”

“No, it’s inevitable.” She told him very seriously, “Any veela would be interested in a man who can control himself around an elder’s allure.” It seemed she was speaking from experience as she nestled into his neck affectionately.

Looking at the trio again, they all smiled at him before Odette told them, “Should you wish to return home without running through the rest of the enclave naked… I’ve made it possible for you to apparate from this room. Something tells me dressing in this case would be rather pointless.”

As a soft hand wrapped around his length, he couldn’t help but agree. Forcing his voice to remain even, he thanked Odette, “That’s very thoughtful.” Harry barely managed to gather his clothes before he felt himself pulled along by apparition. Well, that was an entirely new sensation. He could honestly say that was the first time he’d ever apparated while both naked and rock hard.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it as he was pushed back on to the soft couch he’d been in just a few short hours ago. As soft lips pressed against the side of his neck, Vivienne spoke, “Oh, you’re finally back!” He could hear the giddiness in her voice as she leaned over the back of the couch and looked down at their current state, “I take it things went well then?”

“Very well.” Apolline murmured against his ear. She sucked his earlobe between her lips before whispering loudly enough that only he could hear, “Tell me, did my dear friend do a good job of keeping you company while I was away? Of distracting you?”

The words rumbled from his chest as she stroked him, “The best.”

“Then I think she deserves to be repaid, no?” He nodded his head as her thumb pressed against that spot just beneath his crown.

“Vivienne,” Apolline turned her attention to her friend who was unabashedly watching them, eyes dark, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric of her sundress, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“As though you even need to ask.” The brunette didn’t bother walking around the couch. Instead, she hopped over the back before sliding down to her knees at his feet. Eyeing his cock, she cooed in the back of her throat, “I’ve never seen a man in such desperate need of release…” She wasn’t wrong, hours underneath the effects of the Matriarchs’ allure left his manhood a vivid red, nearing purple, throbbing with unmet desire and leaking a trail of precum that had long since reached his bollocks.

The pleasure almost bordered on pain as she opened her pretty mouth and suckled on the crown of his cock, her tongue dancing along the ridge.

Apolline giggled, “Eager, isn’t she?”

Pulling away with a pop, Vivienne grinned at her friend, “I told Harry that I’d think of some way he could show his appreciation for my efforts this morning…” She took a long lick along the side of his shaft, passing over Apolline’s fingers along the way, “and here we are.”

He couldn’t help but think he was the one who was being appreciated, considering the beautiful woman sucked his cockhead back into her mouth and started pushing down until her lips met Apolline’s fist, but he wasn’t going to complain.

 Joining her friend on her knees, Apolline pulled her dress off in one smooth motion. As Vivienne was far too preoccupied with the cock in her mouth to worry about something as trivial as clothing, the veela took it upon herself to undress her friend as well. It was only once she was sure that he had the premium viewing pleasure that she started kissing her way down his shaft, from just beneath where Vivienne managed to reach, down to his aching balls.

His breath hitched as she popped one of those sensitive orbs between her lips. His entire body shivered and a fresh bead of precum covered Vivienne’s tongue, but he managed to keep himself from finishing, if only just.

But it was a losing battle with the two vixens working together. Vivienne pushed her throat further down his length until she was almost cheek to cheek with her best friend. She then hollowed out her cheeks and glided right back up the way she came before pushing back down until he bulged in her throat again…. and again… and again. Glugh… Gluck… Glugh…

His fist clenched in her hair as his leg began to shake. Breathily, he warned them, “Cumming…” Though they didn’t need it. The way his entire shaft spasmed in Vivienne’s throat as his balls jumped against Apolline’s lips was enough of a sign.

Hours of pent-up need exploded from his cock in a torrent. The edges of his vision blurred as he climaxed. Absently he could hear Vivienne valiantly attempting to swallow his massive load, “Bloody fucking… hell.” He slipped into English thanks to the overwhelming pleasure.

There was resistance against his hands before he realized that he was holding her down. As he let her go, she pulled away from his still pulsating cock with a gasp only to be replaced by Apolline who started stroked his shaft to coax every drop form his balls. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the pleasure coursed through his body.

When he regained his sense of the world, he was treated to the sight of the two gorgeous girls kissing, their tongues diving into one another’s mouth as they swapped his seed. There was one thick white line of jizz that covered Vivienne’s left cheek up to her dark hair, and spittle covered her lower chin down to her breasts.

They noticed his attention and pulled away from one another to look at him. They offered him nearly matching, sultry smiles, “That’s always my favorite way to celebrate, my love.” Apolline said.

Vivienne giggled, “Though, I wouldn’t be against being shown a bit more ‘appreciation.’”

The blonde turned to her, a mischievous look in her eye, “Oh, really?” Her eyes darted to his spit-soaked length, resting against his stomach, still just as hard as it was when they milked the cum from his cock.

“Yes…” She giggled the word out as Apolline darted behind her, helped her to her feet, and pushed her onto Harry who caught her at the waist. Then, in one smooth motion, she took hold of his cock and guided it to her friend’s dripping slit before forcing  her hips down. Not that Vivienne required much help.

They both moaned as her tight tunnel hugged every inch of his shaft. Vivienne’s eyes closed as she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself, “I’ll never tire of the way you fill me.”

Apolline disappeared behind her, dropping to her knees again. Whatever she did caused Vivienne’s eyes to snap open again, as she twitched like she touched a livewire. It had the lovely effect of making her pussy squeeze around him. She looked back at the silver-haired nymph, “Naughty girl…”

Smack… Her walls squeezed down again as she giggled at the spank. He could only hear his veela lover as she agreed,  “Yes, I am… now bounce, slut.”

Vivienne listened, throwing her ass up and down on him. A greedy, dexterous little tongue joined, lavishing attention right where they were joined. They worked into a perfect, carnal rhythm as they moaned out their pleasure.

His fingers scraped along her taut, down to the top of her sex. The brunette jolted again as he pinched her tiny clit between her fingers and deftly massaged the oversensitive bud. Her pussy rippled violently around his shaft. Her peaked ripped through her body as she screamed and pleaded.

Apolline, the naughty girl that she was, chose that moment to drive her friend to new heights. The scream that left Vivienne’s lips as he felt a new pressure on the underside of his cock, could almost certainly be heard by her nearest neighbor.

As she found herself filled by both Harry’s cock and Apolline’s finger, Vivienne fell into a state of perpetual bliss. Her pussy juices covered his cock and groin as she quivered through her incredible peak.

The constant, euphoric twitching of her clutching cunt, not just for a few short seconds but over the course of minutes, tipped Harry over the edge. He emptied the first half dozen ropes into her heat, before pulling out. As he expected, a waiting set of lips sealed around his spurting cockhead and savored the rest of his climax.

Like a puppet with her strings cut, Vivienne draped herself along his body. As she teetered on the edge of consciousness, she rasped out, “Consider… consider me fully appreciated.”

Harry could only chuckle.

AN: I'll be working on the last poll winner, 'The Mentor', after which you can expect a new poll for the first time in what feels like forever. And next up after that will be 'Scourge of the Heathen'

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!