He knew she was close and was just looking for that little bit to push her over the edge.
He expected her to try masturbating with her other hand now, but she seemed to resist the idea and merely continued fondling her non-existent tit.
He was getting close now and his thrusting became more insistent.
Gabrielle was clearly right on the brink as she began to babble incoherently as her eyes closed once again in anticipation.
Harry started moaning as he approached his release.
Apparently no longer able to resist, her left hand started slowly snaking its way down to her pussy.
He let it get only half way there before he used his right thumb to stroke her clit.
The unexpected contact was all it took and she tipped over the edge and into orgasm.
With the combination of her clenching cunt, and the feedback through the bond, nothing more was needed to drive Harry over the edge as well.
He cried out as his cock erupted inside her, spraying her womb with his come; the added pleasure of the two orgasms feeding one another extended both so much that, by the time Harry's subsided, he was almost sore from the rhythmic muscular contractions.
He slipped out of her and crawled up to lay on the hard floor beside her.
He wrapped his arms around her and they cuddled.
"I think we should talk," he said after a few minutes.
Her eyes darted to his but she found no anger there, only curiosity and a touch of humour.
She nodded and sighed but remained silent.
"Why don't you start with what this bond really is. Or perhaps why you didn't explain all this last night."
Even lying on the floor, she seemed to slump down.
"I was naïve," she said finally.
"What do you mean?"
"I told you about the bond that some Veela choose to initiate after years of getting to know someone."
"Yes," he prompted.
She hesitated for a few seconds and then appeared to steel herself.
"There's more than one kind of bond."
He tightened his arms in an effort to show her support.
"The bond I told you about last night," she went on, "is a bond of equals. It's like a marriage only deeper; more intimate. Last night, I pushed you and pushed you because you seemed reluctant. When you finally gave in," she hesitated again, "you dominated me. As much as I knew about sex, as much as any Veela is born knowing, I never thought I would like such a thing. I never thought I could."
She turned to look him in the eye.
"But you forced me, controlled me. And I submitted. Willingly, I submitted. Happily, I. . . We were that way when the bond completed and that determined the kind of bond it would be.
"When I came to you last night to complete the bond, I expected only a marriage bond--I was sure that I would be your equal so that is the only bond I told you about when you asked. But with this kind of bond, I'm not your equal. I'll be your toy, your plaything. You can use me to seek your own pleasure because I will always find mine in yours."
"I noticed you can come without being touched," he said.
"Yes, right," she agreed.
"It was more intense for me last night when the bond was forming, but it's still strong--stronger than I expected it would be."
She blushed and looked away.
"I had several small orgasms while I was teasing you in class."
He smiled and she appeared to relax when she learned that he wasn't upset by that fact.
"About that," he said.
"How is it that you spent an hour and a half standing naked in the middle of half the fourth-year students in this school and Professor McGonagall and no one said anything?"
She turned playfully on her side and began drawing slow patterns on his chest.
"It's the type of bond we have. Since I am a plaything, a toy, I must always be ready for you, so I'll always be naked. And since my being nude in public is not normally an acceptable thing, the bond causes everyone but you to ignore me unless you or I draw attention to me."
"Like a permanent notice-me-not charm."
"Exactly," she said, smiling coyly.
"It should also extend to anything I do to you."
"And if someone does see you? Like Ron did this morning?"
"Then they'll think that it's nothing out of the ordinary. To them, it's as if I've always been a part of you. And as soon as they're not aware of me any more, it just slips into the back of their minds and they won't give it a second thought; they'll go back to not noticing me."
"Oh," he said.
"What about weather, though. You'll get sunburned if I have to stay outside all day. And what about cold? This castle is draughty in winter. Aren't you freezing?"
"No," she said.
"I'm quite comfortable. The bond protects me. I'll never be too hot or too cold or cut my foot if I step on something sharp or be sunburned."
"That's good to know."
Her dancing fingers were starting to arouse him again.
He was surprised at just how randy he was.
As if sensing this, she crawled up and straddled him, raising up to capture his cock in her cunt before sliding back down.
Then, instead of fucking him, she just started a slow, circular grind as she continued talking as though this was the most natural thing in the world.
"There's much more known about the marriage bond than there is about the one we have, since almost all Veela bonds are the marriage kind. It's rather unheard of for a Veela to enter this kind of bond. There are, however a few more known facts."
Her grinding continued and Harry could feel that she was gaining at least as much pleasure from her movements as he was.
"First, the bonding lets us share certain things. We can't read each other's minds, but we can share intense feelings."
"Orgasms," he offered.
"Yes, definitely," she said with a wistful smile.
"Those are very nice. It also allows us to sense certain things about the other like moods or simple information."
"Really?" he asked.
"How old am I?" she asked in response.
"Eight," he responded immediately.
"Correct. And you know this because. . ."
"I. . ."
But he realized that he didn't know.
"You know because I am. I've lived eight years. It's part of who I am. Now, what's my birthday?"
"It's. . . Um. . . I don't know. I can't tell," he said.
"That's because my birthday is just a day, it's not part of me," she said.
"I was born on 9 May, 1986, though. In case you were wondering."
She increased the speed of her grinding slightly.
Just enough for him to notice.
"Second, the bonding is likely to have increased your drive. You'll likely require sex several times a day."
That was for sure.
He was on his way to his third orgasm of the day and it wasn't even lunch yet.
"It's a good thing you'll always be around then isn't it?" he asked cheekily.
She clenched her vaginal muscles and he groaned.
"Third, I'm not sure, but I think you now have the Veela 'pull'. Or at least a variation. Possibly something very similar."
"'Pull'?" he asked.
"Have you ever been around Veela?" she asked.
"Other than just my sister and me, I mean."
"Yeah," he said with a bit of embarrassment.
"I made a fool of myself at the Quidditch World Cup."
"Then you have felt the 'pull'. It's an ability Veela have to attract mates."
"You think I have that now?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Did you, perhaps, notice your female classmates?"
"I noticed Hermione kept giving me strange looks," he said.
"I thought it was because of what you were doing to me."
"No, Master," she said.
"All the girls in that class were having trouble concentrating on the lesson. Or rather, they were having difficulty not concentrating on you. Even your professor was affected."
"McGonagall?" he asked horrified.
"I saw her looking at me before class started. I thought it was because she knew you were there."
That thought seemed to deflate him a bit, so she redoubled her efforts and added a slight up-and-down to her grinding.
That recaptured his attention.
"So," she said after half a minute.
"You'll need to practice so that you can perfect your new ability. Just think of all the willing and available pussy you could bring to your bed."
She clenched on him when she said the word "pussy" as though to accentuate it.
He smiled up at her, his brain beginning to fog over with increasing lust and arousal.
"I think you're enough for me, Gabrielle," he said.
"Or can I call you Gabby?"
"I will enjoy any name you wish to call me, Master," she said demurely.
"I shall enjoy it twice as much if it's not my given name."
"You don't like 'Gabrielle'?"
"I love my name," she said.
"But it's a name my parents gave me. Any other name you call me is a gift from my Master."
"Then 'Gabby' it shall be," he said.
"Until I find something else sexier, or sluttier, or kinkier. . ."
She shivered as though in anticipation.
"Along the same lines, Master," she said as she increased her pace again and began bouncing on his cock in earnest.
"While I would be perfectly happy to be always the one to serve you--fuck you--make you come, I would also greatly enjoy any others you wish to seduce and would see it as nothing but a gift from my Master if I was allowed to participate--" she gave an incredibly vigorous bounce, "--or watch--" another bounce, "--or listen--" another, "or even simply to experience your orgasms through the bond while you fuck someone unknown to me."
His cock twitched and she came with a throaty cry.
Her orgasm feeding back through the bond brought him near the edge and she continued to bounce rapidly on his cock.
"Master?" she asked inquiringly.
"Will you warn me before you come? I've not yet tasted you and I would very much like to do so."
That thought was all he needed.
He had just enough time to grit out a "Now!" before he spasmed.
Like a gymnast, she twisted off his cock and onto her knees and got her mouth to his erection just as the first shot of come erupted from him.
Again, his orgasm set hers off and she held him steady with one hand and rubbed furiously at her slit with the other.
Even having just come not half an hour before, his orgasm was still quite powerful and potent.
He managed to fill her mouth with his seed.
He looked over and noticed that her orgasm was equally powerful, her juices having run down her legs to puddle on the floor.
The sight forced yet another twitch from his cock, though, completely spent, this spasm was dry.
She pulled her mouth off of him and seemed to relish the taste of his sperm before swallowing it with delight.
"Master!" she exclaimed with obvious joy.
"You're delicious!"
"I'm glad you think so."
As they weren't sure how much time they'd spent fucking and talking in the classroom and they knew that lunch was coming up, they decided to head back to Gryffindor tower.
Harry put his robes back on, but at Gabby's request, he stuffed his boxers into his book-bag.
The thought of him being naked under his robes kept her so excited that she fingered herself all the way back up to the tower.
By the time they'd reached the portrait-hole, she had come twice, he was rock hard and trying to hide his arousal.
Harry vowed to himself to never let her know that he was going without underwear again.
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