"Sorry, can you repeat the question? I was a bit distracted," I said even as I pushed into Fleur, who found herself on my desk, being plowed from behind. She stayed silent, so I added a nice spank to the mixture, making her moan. "I asked you a question, my dear secretary."
"I - I didn't expect a visitor," she managed to say between moans. "Certainly - not her."
"Why? We are in the same year, you know. What's wrong with a classmate visiting," I said, playing obstinate. She tried to laugh at that statement, but it escaped as another moan.
"I had the impression that you didn't get along," she answered, but despite her frustration, she pushed her ass back, doing her best to take more in. Ordinarily, I would have pulled back to maintain the pace, but this time, I allowed her.
An early reward for the enthusiasm she had played her role.
"That had been the case, but I needed reliable allies, and despite all her faults, she was one of the few I could trust when it came to war," I said.
"Oh, trust -" Fleur gasped in derision, before a spank killed her argument.
"Yes, trust, at least in the beginning. But as we worked, I realized she was too frustrated, which is clearly a disadvantage of attaching oneself to the Weasley family." I paused for a chuckle. "I'm sure you can empathize with that fact."
"S-shut up," Fleur moaned, which would have earned another punishment, but the shame that filled her voice was sufficient to keep my hand back.
"Oh, why, don't tell me that it reminded you memories of -" I started, only for her to actually push me back and turned to face me. For a moment, I was afraid I had pushed a bit much, but luckily, her only response was to face me before sitting on the desk once more, using her beautiful legs to pull me into her depths once more.
"Shut up!" she growled, which pushed my limits a bit, but considering it was followed by a passionate yet needy kiss, I decided to let it slide. Reminding her of the chain of events that ended up with me taking her to her wedding bed did wonders for her arousal.
And she was already at a spectacular point.
So, rather than spanking her, I grabbed her hips, pushing her short skirt even higher to maul her beautiful ass, our hips colliding with a furious pace.
The furious pace didn't prevent me from adding some subtler tricks as well. I leaned forward, my breath falling on her neck with a shocking gentleness when she pulled back from the kiss to moan. "You're mine," I whispered, then started licking and kissing her elegant neck.
She responded like the masterpiece she was, adapting the furious pace of her hips to my kisses.
"I'm yours," she whispered, which would have been enough for me to explode if it wasn't something that happened minutes ago. We stayed silent - discounting moans, grunts, and our bodies slapping together - enjoying the moment.
I let the play go for a while before I whispered into her ear. "So, are you excited about the opportunity?"
She growled in anger, her fingers digging into my shoulders enough to remind me that I was in dangerous waters. "Yes, I'm thrilled to share my man," she growled, but her anger only awakened her furious pace once more.
Hardly a drawback, so I continued teasing her.
"You're not seeing the advantages," I whispered, smirking.
She looked at me in shock. "What advantage? Giving me some more time to rest." Her tone made sure to highlight that she wasn't happy about my number of visits already, and didn't welcome the prospect of further reduction.
"On the contrary, it'll allow me to meet with Hermione in Shell Cottage, and, as you can imagine, there are certain advantages to it," I said.
"Maybe, but I still don't like her," she said, trying her best to sound petulant, which was impossible to do with her current state of heightened arousal. Her words dripped with need and desire, leaving no place for coldness.
"Even better. You're not seeing the advantages," I reminded her.
"What advantages?" she growled, almost enough to make me believe her anger was reaching dangerous levels.
"She's going to visit you, soon, unaware that you already know her objective. Which means, you can tease her quite a bit to pay back for all the insults she had wielded against you. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Well, maybe," she whispered. "If you think that's okay," she whispered.
"Of course, as much as we share a few classes -" I started.
"And a few beds," she cut in anger.
"And a few beds," I accepted her correction with absolutely no shame, which only made her growl ineffectively and her fingers dug into my shoulders painfully once more. Both punishments were easy to ignore. "But that doesn't mean I'm not angry at her for insulting my precious, beautiful Fleur and making her feel isolated and inadequate. That deserves a punishment."
"T-thank you," she whispered and leaned for a kiss, which turned into a passionate battle of our tongues, one that lasted until I had exploded into her.
When I pulled back, she just collapsed onto the desk, laying on her back, her beautiful body glowing with pleasure, her chest rising repeatedly with her exhausted breathing.
Fucking a spectacular example of a veela into submission was a thrill that never lost its novelty.
"Was that good?" I whispered.
"Always," she answered.
"Excellent, I would hate you to feel unsatisfied before we move on to your punishment," I whispered back.
"P-punishment," she gasped. "For what?"
"For your rebellion, of course," I said as I waved my wand, and summoned an anal plug. Actually, the same one that I used to drive Appoline crazy. Then, before Fleur could react, I grabbed and flipped her so her puckered hole was accessible for my hungry gaze.
Another spell cleansed her tight hole, but this time, there was no lubrication. Since it was a punishment, no need to make it too easy.
"P-please," she whispered, which turned into a gasp as I slipped a lubricated finger into her tight hole.
"You should have thought about that before, my precious," I whispered back, the pet name enough to make her shiver. Obediently, she pushed her ass out. I added a second finger as she strained her neck to watch what was going on.
As I did so, I passed the plug and the lubricant to her. "Make sure you properly prepare it, or it'll hurt," I whispered. "This time, there's no magical shortcut."
"But -" she tried to argue, but interrupting her was easy. I just added the third finger ahead of the schedule, the gasp of pain enough to silence her.
"No complaints. You deserve punishment. Either this, or I punish you next to Hermione. Which do you prefer."
The speed she passed the plug back before rising to all fours showed she strongly preferred the former option. "Good," I said as my gaze fell into her puckered hole, trying to decide on the angle to slide.
"And it'll be an initiative for you to handle the meeting with Hermione as soon as possible,," I murmured even as pressed the plug against her ass.
"What do you mean?" she asked, trembling as her mind worked on my statement.
"It's spelled to stay safely inside with no side effects," I explained to her. "So, it'll stay in you until you can arrange this meeting with Hermione. Good, right?"
"You're evil," Fleur gasped.
"Merely practical, my precious flower. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, but that doesn't mean I don't know how stubborn you can be. I'm just making sure there's no misunderstanding." I punctuated my words with a gentle kiss on the small of her back, making her shiver.
A shiver that turned into an amazing moan as I pressed the well-lubricated plug into her puckered hole, some of it disappearing.
She moaned, trusting the silencing charms of the room to keep the suspicion down. I pushed the plug into her tightness bit by bit, every inch making her moan louder. Only halfway in, it was interrupted by a sharp gasp, and for that, my mouth was responsible, in the form of a surprise bite of her beautiful ass.
"Try to hold on, my precious, almost there," I whispered when one of her moans turned pained. I felt her stiffen at my words, but didn't wait for an answer before pushing the last bit of the plug inside her.
She achieved the impossible, tightening even further as I finished pushing, clamping around it.
"Take me, please," she whispered as one of her hands found her wet lips, parting them invitingly. A tempting offer.
Just not tempting enough to ruin the entertainment value of our next meeting. "I don't think so, my precious," I said as I caressed her wetness for a fleeting moment, which turned into a sudden grip, and I apparated away, directly into her study.
She looked around her dazedly while I smirked at her. "It had been a beautiful distraction, Miss secretary, but I need to go meet with your boss. See you for the next meeting," I said teasingly, remembering the first bit of roleplay that triggered our fun distraction.
And from her widening eyes, she realized that as well. "See you as soon as possible," I whispered as I leaned forward to capture her lips in a searing kiss, enflaming her passion even more.
Then, I apparated away…