A/N: Only two chapters remain for Lightning Strikes Twice! anwhile, its replacent "Invader Syndro (Star Wars)" is underway over on my Patreon with three chapters already so far!
Harry is finally making it to the end of the line.
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Striding forward, Harry doesn't mince words. It was ti to finish this… passed ti in fact, given a quick check tells him that they've already been at this for over twenty-four hours. A day and so change had passed since Harry had begun the process of 'conquering' the Veela Coven in its entirety.
Thanks to the capitulation of the last 'wave' of beautiful, ethereal, inhuman won, they'll even be done before dinner at this rate. But first… Harry has to do what he does best. That doesn't an he's going to rush things, however. Nor is he going to be a brute about it.
Reaching up, he casually cups one of the Veela Matriarch's full breasts. The older woman is just beginning to sag a little bit, making her shapely bosom almost perfect in it's appearance. Not too perky, not too saggy. Just… right.
Her breath hitches as he casually fondles her chest, first with one hand, then with two. He can see the question in her eyes, why he's taking his ti, but they both know Harry doesn't owe her anymore answers. He's already told her his greatest secret, after all.
Finally, pinching her nipples firmly between his fingers, Harry begins to gently tug… downwards. The Matriarch shudders before slowly descending to her knees right there in front of him. Submission… it was all about submission, in the end. Her submission. His dominance.
She looks up at him for a long mont before opening wide and letting her tongue loll out like she's rolling out the red carpet. Smirking, Harry takes ahold of his cock and moves forward, pushing his throbbing mber between her spread lips and into her mouth.
The older woman takes him like a champ, even as he feeds inch after inch past her lips. His other hand cos down atop her head, his fingers carding through her silver-blonde locks as he begins to massage her scalp. The Matriarch's eyes widen slightly before half-rolling back in her head from the sensation, her muffled moans reverberating up and down his pulsating length as Harry enjoys the first of her warm, wet holes.
While she sucks his cock, the others all watch on, so of them expressionless, so of them blushing, so of them perhaps a little disapproving. The Veela Coven is not entirely a monolith after all. They certainly aren't a hive mind. Each and every one of them is their own person, with their own thoughts about what's happening.
However, as a group they've decided to do this. They've decided to join with them, setting aside any of their own personal feelings for the sake of everybody. Given that it's the damn world that's at stake, Harry appreciates their selflessness. After all, no matter what they might think of him, he's going to save them all alongside everyone else. It's just easier if they don't resist his help.
The Veela Matriarch, bobbing up and down on his cock, definitely isn't resisting him. Harry groans and tosses his head back as he tips over the edge, his potent magical seed exploding forth from his balls and traveling down his length.
He offers no warning, but not out of spite or any malicious intent. Rather, he knows it's unnecessary and he's proven right a mont later as the Matriarch handles his seed like a champ, swallowing every last drop and gulping it down until his balls are drained dry and there's nothing left. At least for a mont.
Even as she's pulling back off of his cock, her cheeks flushed from the magical power he's just poured down her throat, Harry's mber remains rock hard. His balls are already churning again with another load. Looking between it and him, the Veela Matriarch pants, her beautiful breasts heaving up and down with every breath she takes as she waits for what is to co next.
With a flick of his hand, Harry conjures a Chaise Lounge fancy enough that any nineteenth century noblewoman would be happy to faint upon it. Of course, the Matriarch isn't in the business of fainting… she's much too tough for that.
Still, he pulls her up and lays her down on the furniture, spreading her legs wide and moving between them. The Matriarch gasps as his cockhead, covered in her rapidly drying spit, splits her drooling slit open a mont later. Her lower lips spread wide just as her upper ones did as Harry fills her with his cock.
One hand goes to the back of the older woman's neck, gripping firmly as he makes sure she continues to look him in the eye while he fucks her. The other hand goes to her chest again, casually groping one of her tits and playing with the nipple.
She does her best to keep her composure of course, but between his magical seed in her belly and the sensations Harry is invoking within her, it's not long before the Matriarch is moaning up a storm and shuddering beneath him in ecstasy.
There's no doubt in anyone's minds whose in charge here, but Harry is nevertheless gracious in victory, even as the Matriarch proves to be quite humble and submissive in defeat. At the end of the day, there would be no bad blood as far as Harry was concerned. They had their worries and had set out to try and satisfy those worries in the best way they knew how, by attempting to enforce so form of oversight over him.
That hadn't worked out for them, but while they could certainly have been sore losers about it, they ultimately weren't. And that… that made all the difference in Harry's eyes. Their collective submission, for all that not every single one of them was happy about it, was exactly what he needed from them.
As he drives himself deep into the Matriarch's cunt over and over again, reaching the entrance to her womb with every thrust, Harry reaches out with his magic. He feels her magic reach out in response, already coaxed into a submissive state of its own by the load of seed he deposited into her belly.
At the sa ti, Harry can feel the other won all around them who he hasn't claid yet. They've connected their own magic to the Matriarch's, not quite in the sa way as his ritual works, but sothing similar. It's a lot less permanent and as a result, a lot flimsier. Any one of them could pull away and disconnect from the whole right now if they wanted to.
None of them do, even as Harry begins the process of connecting his own magic to theirs and binding them as he has the rest of their coven. However, before he can complete the process, the Veela Matriarch reaches up and grabs him, pulling him down so that their foreheads are touching together as she shudders in ecstasy and bliss under him.
"You must claim in every way imaginable, Harry Potter. You must leave no part of untouched."
Harry blinks, quickly deducing what she's talking about. The only real question he has is whether she's serious… or simply using this as a chance to fulfill her own fetishes. In the end though, does it really matter? Whether it's a necessary step to secure his dominion over the Veela Coven directly, or simply a necessary step to make their leader happy so that she will be a loyal and faithful subordinate… it's really the sa thing in the end.
Chuckling, Harry lifts the Matriarch up off of the Chaise Lounge and with a flex of his will and magic, transfigures the conjured piece of furniture into a throne.
From there, he plants his ass upon the throne and having pulled the Veela Matriarch off of his cock in the process, he's spun her around to face everyone else. From the first wave of young, nubile veela to the second wave of MILFs and matured ladies, to the final wave of cougars and utterly gorgeous 'elders'.
All three groups are there watching. So might have gone off for food and water, or even to sleep given how long this has all been going on. But at the mont, the vast majority are in the chamber and get to watch as their leader is ceremonially brought down upon his cock, her ass cheeks spreading wide open as his dick burrows between them and slowly but surely penetrates her anus.
Letting out a lewd cry, the Matriarch shudders and quivers as Harry begins the process of taking her anally. She moans wantonly and wls happily, even as he fills the last of her three holes. Claiming her last orifice, Harry reaches out with his magic once again, even as her ass touches his crotch, the base of his cock nestled between her buttocks.
Funnily enough, it does feel a little bit easier to connect to her magic and thus the magic of the last remaining unbound mbers of the Veela Coven. Almost as though the act of watching him take their leader anally has eased them a bit further and made them all happier.
Harry doesn't shake his head or snort derisively, but damn if he doesn't feel kind of amused even as he wraps his arms around the Veela Matriarch's midsection, one hand going up to grope at her bouncing, jiggling bosom. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the chamber, even as Harry finishes them off, binding the last veela to himself, taking their magic and adding it to the collective.
With this, he has the magic of over two hundred and fifty witches, wizards, and veela at his beck and call. His power has nearly quintupled in size and he can feel the difference. Harry doesn't want to necessarily get ahead of himself, but he imagines he could reach across the entire damn world with this much magic and do whatever needed doing from anywhere on the planet.
That was good, because that was precisely what Harry was planning on doing. It was just like he'd told the Matriarch, in the end. Harry hadn't told a single lie. He needed their magic to stop the muggles from killing themselves on purpose and the wizarding world on accident.
Hermione's work in the Departnt of Mysteries, backed by Androda's support, would be critical for their long term future, but in the short term… Harry lets out a low breath and closes his eyes, allowing them to drift shut as he almost goes on autopilot while fucking the Veela Matriarch in the ass.
While his body remains behind, Harry's mind expands, his presence stretching out beyond the Veela Coven's Mountain Compound. It's not quite right to say he can blanket the entire world with his consciousness or anything like that. That's still a vast amount of space. But he can reach out to the places he needs to reach out to. He can feel the nascent power that would, if not dormant, destroy even his vast stores of magic without him able to do anything about it.
It wasn't just enough to remove the muggles' weapons and their capacity to wage world-destroying war upon one another. Vanishing the nuclear stockpiles of the world's so-called 'superpowers' would only result in them all panicking and making dumb decisions.
And sure, maybe those dumb decisions wouldn't harm the wizarding world quite so much, but it would still likely result in untold loss of muggle life and have knock on effects on magical communities across the globe. Both of which were unacceptable in Harry's opinion.
Stretching himself out quite thinly, Harry begins the process of emptying out stockpiles of nuclear warheads around the globe, while painstakingly making sure that the muggles see nothing out of the ordinary on their end. It's not easy, by any stretch of the imagination. Each muggle nation with nuclear capabilities has their own thods of keeping their weapons secure and making sure they remain ready to be fired at a mont's notice.
Magic is the great equalizer though. With the power of over two hundred and fifty magical individuals behind him, Harry circumvents security, confuses muggle eyes, and ultimately leaves not even a single sign of what he's doing behind.
By the ti Harry is done, the only way that the muggles will be able to realize they've been robbed is if they fire off a nuclear device. Because of course, if they do so… nothing will happen at this point.
Fortunately for Harry and the wizarding world, there SHOULD be another decade or so before the muggles try to start World War Three. Obviously, he wasn't going to wait that long before dealing with the problem, admittedly.
He would rather risk the muggles discovering the loss and panicking than them going off early. Harry hadn't done anything directly in the muggle world since coming back in ti before now, so there SHOULDN'T have been anything that could start World War Three early, but just in case there was, he wasn't about to chance it.
With his work done and the muggles none the wiser, Harry pulls himself back into his body just in ti to thrust up into the Veela Matriarch's ass one last ti before ejaculating deep within her. She moans happily at getting her bowels filled with his magic-laden seed, her body shuddering and spasming in front of all of the onlookers.
Harry just smiles, green eyes flashing with power as he looks out across the two hundred new won who now call him Master.
Everything had co together.
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