Nova's smile widened, a predator's grin of pure delight as he saw the lustful, hungry gleam that ignited in Fleur's sapphire eyes. She was not just grateful; she was intrigued, excited by the power he so casually commanded.
"Indeed, we should deal with them first," he agreed, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "So, what do you suggest?"
His eyes glinted with a cruel intelligence. "And I don't recommend sending them to the professors or the Ministry. Almost all of them are purebloods; they could easily weasel their way out by throwing money at the right people."
Fleur nodded, her expression hardening as she glared at the nine suspended boys. A cold fury settled in her chest. She knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that if Nova hadn't appeared, she would have been overpowered, humiliated, and raped by them. The thought made her Veela heritage stir with a vengeful fire.
She turned her gaze back to Nova, her beautiful features set with a ruthless determination that matched his own. "How about this?" she began, her voice a venomous whisper. "We feed them a potent aphrodisiac potion. Then we strip them naked and trap them inside a room. We can even mess with their minds, making them believe they are all girls."
Nova let out a low, appreciative chuckle, a sound that was both amused and genuinely impressed. He gave a slight shake of his head, a wry smile touching his lips. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
The nine boys, hanging trussed and helpless, heard every word. Their faces, already pale with fear, went a sickly, clammy white. The leader, who had been so full of arrogant rage moments ago, was now trembling uncontrollably, his eyes wide with a terror far deeper than anything he had ever felt.
They could see the cold, calculating delight in Nova's expression and the vengeful fire in Fleur's. They weren't just looking at their captors; they were looking at the architects of their own personal hell.
Nova slowly turned his attention back to them, his head tilting with an almost curious air. The wide, predatory smile that spread across his face was the most terrifying thing they had ever seen.
The nine boys flinched as one, a collective whimper escaping their lips. They were no longer arrogant bullies. They were prey, and they could see in their captor's eyes that the hunt was far from over.
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A moment later, Nova sealed the door to the disused classroom with a wave of his hand, layering it with powerful silencing and repelling charms. No one would disturb the punishment within, and no one would hear the screams. He turned to Fleur, his eyes still holding the dark fire of their shared cruelty. "They will be there for a very long time," he promised, his voice a low rumble.
Fleur didn't reply with words. Instead, a slow, hungry smile spread across her lips. She took his hand, her fingers lacing with his, and tugged him towards a nearby empty classroom. The door was heavy and old, but with a flick of her wand, she sealed it shut, weaving a complex web of charms to ensure they would not be disturbed while she rewarded her hero.
The moment the lock clicked, the atmosphere shifted. The vengeful fire in Fleur's eyes was banked, replaced by a pure, unadulterated lust that was even more potent.
She gave Nova a look that promised every dark fantasy he'd ever entertained, and then she gracefully sank to her knees before him. Her movements were fluid, deliberate, the practiced grace of a predator finally claiming its prize.
Her fingers, nimble and sure, worked the fastenings of his trousers. The fabric parted, and she hooked her thumbs into his underwear, pulling them down. His nine-inch cock sprang free, so hard it slapped her cheek with a soft, wet sound.
Fleur inhaled deeply, the scent of his musk filling her senses, and she felt a sudden gush of heat from her core, her cunt leaking so rapidly her panties were instantly soaked.
Instead of taking him in immediately, she began a slow, deliberate exploration. She leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive underside of his shaft, just below the head.
"Mon Dieu," she whispered, her voice a husky caress. "You are even more magnificent than I imagined." She traced the thick, pulsing vein with the tip of her tongue, following its path from base to tip.
Nova watched her, his breath held tight in his chest, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he felt the wet, velvety texture of her tongue against his most sensitive skin.
"Fleur..." he groaned, his voice thick with need.
She looked up at him from under her silver lashes, a playful smirk on her lips. "Patience, mon hero," she purred. "A reward like this should be savored." She then took the head of his cock into her mouth, and Nova had to stifle a sharp gasp.
The sudden, wet warmth was exquisite, a shock of pleasure that made his knees feel weak. Her tongue swirled around the ridge, lapping at the bead of precum, and he felt a fresh throb of arousal.
She began to lick him in long, slow strokes, bathing his entire length in her saliva until it glistened in the dim light of the classroom. Thick strings of her spit connected her tongue to his shaft before breaking and dripping down onto the dark fabric of her robes, leaving dark, wet spots.
But she wanted more. She wanted him to see all of her. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly brought her hands up to the front of her robes. Her fingers made quick work of the intricate clasps, and with a subtle shrug of her shoulders, the heavy fabric pooled at her knees, followed by the simple white blouse beneath.
She sat before him now in only her black lace bra and matching panties. The delicate lace did little to conceal her; her magnificent tits strained against the cups, the pale skin of her cleavage a stark contrast to the dark fabric. The cool air of the classroom hit her exposed skin, and her pink nipples pebbled, hardening into tight points that were clearly visible through the sheer lace.
Now, as she leaned back in to continue her oral worship, the saliva dripped from his cock onto her chest, tracing glistening paths between her breasts and down into her cleavage. She looked up at him, her eyes burning with a challenge. "You know," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper, "Veela don't possess a gag reflex."
With that promise hanging in the air, she opened her mouth wide and plunged forward, taking the entire length of his nine-inch cock deep into her throat in one smooth, fluid motion. Nova's eyes rolled back in his head. The feeling was indescribable. The tight, constricting heat of her esophagus enveloping him was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
A guttural moan was torn from his lips, his hand flying to her head, his fingers tangling in her silken hair not to guide, but simply to hold on.
She didn't move. She held him there, her throat constricting and milking his shaft, her eyes locked on his. The sight of her beautiful face turning red as she held him captive, her eyes watering but burning with lust, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
His hips gave an involuntary jerk, pushing him even deeper, and she responded with a low hum that vibrated through his entire body.
Finally, just as he thought he might explode, she slowly, agonizingly, slid her lips back up his length, releasing him with a thick, wet cough. A massive rush of her saliva spilled out, and Nova watched, mesmerized, as it coated his cock and dripped in heavy streams onto her perfect tits.
"Fuck, Fleur," he gasped, his voice ragged, his chest heaving. "That was... incredible."
She just smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin, and then she went back to work.
She began to fuck him with her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth in a steady, punishing rhythm. The wet, choking, slurping sounds she made were music to his ears. He could feel every flick of her tongue, every swallow of her throat.
"Oh god, yes... just like that," he panted, his grip on her hair tightening as he began to thrust his hips, meeting her movements. "Your mouth... your mouth is fucking heaven."
Her hand reached back to expertly unclasp her bra. The black lace fell away, freeing her perfect, round breasts. Her nipples were hard, pink points, and she moaned around his cock as the cool air hit them, the vibration sending a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to his core.
He could feel his orgasm building, an undeniable pressure at the base of his spine. "Fleur... I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained.
She moaned in response, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. She wanted his cum. She needed it. With a final, guttural roar, Nova's hips jerked forward.
His cock erupted, pumping the first thick, hot rope of his cum directly down her throat. He threw his head back, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he emptied himself into her. She swallowed instinctively, but he wasn't done.
He pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from her lips just as the second and third spurts fired out, painting her beautiful face with thick, white streams. A line of cum crossed her cheek, another landed on her forehead, and a final spurt coated her lips and chin.
As his orgasm subsided, he stood there panting, looking down at the breathtaking sight of the Veela champion on her knees, her face a mess of his cum and her own saliva, her perfect tits heaving.
He took his still-hard, spit-covered cock and slapped it against her cum-streaked cheek, smearing his seed across her skin. Fleur just closed her eyes and moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the cum from her lips.
"Consider that," she whispered, her voice hoarse and raw, "my hero's reward."
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