He pulled back out and plunged in once again, burying himself completely inside her.
At the moment their pubic bones collided, Gabrielle moaned--a high pitched, drawn out sound that was far too sexy to have come from such a young girl--and clenched around him spasmodically; child or not, Harry realized that she had had an orgasm simply by being fully penetrated.
As inexperienced as he was, he wondered if all girls came so easily.
Not knowing what else to do, he stopped his movements.
She managed to emerge from her orgasm induced haze enough to beg him to continue; he didn't have to be told twice.
He began a slow in-and-out motion that, at first, lacked coordination.
She didn't seem to mind, however as, judging by the clenching he felt and the sounds she kept making, Gabrielle seemed to be enjoying a very long, drawn out orgasm.
As Harry's body found rhythm and his movements came smoother and easier, the Veela found her voice.
"Oh, oui!" she said.
"Fuck me 'Arry. Make me yours. 'Arder, mon amour, 'arder, faster!"
Harry tried to oblige the girl.
"Oh, merde!" she cried.
"Oh, oui, mon chère."
And she came again.
Harry continued stroking in and out of the girl.
On some level, he was enjoying the fact that she was able to find so much pleasure in their union.
On another level, he was simply in awe of the fact that he was shagging for the first time.
Part of him, a small voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Hermione, was trying to tell him that he was raping a child.
But, through the sex induced haze in his brain, a louder voice--the one that had pulled him out of Professor Moody's Imperius curse--pointed out the fact that she came to him wanting this, she begged him for it--practically demanded it; pointed out that she was more Veela than human; pointed out that, with the bond that he could feel strengthening, he knew that every reason she had given him for doing this was true.
He really didn't have a choice, not that he wanted one at the moment.
He reached down and caressed her chest, stroking the place where, one day, her left breast would be.
He seized her nipple and twisted it, pulling it before releasing it and letting it snap back.
Gabrielle cried out in shock and pleasure as she orgasmed once again from the pain.
He bent down and pressed his lips to hers, their tongues duelling in each other's mouths.
His stroking continued and he felt himself getting close.
Wanting to prolong the moment as long as possible, he pulled out of her and inched back on his knees, pushing himself up and resting on his heels, his cock jutting obscenely in the air.
Gabrielle whimpered at the loss and tried to hunch herself back onto him but let out a frustrated moan when she realized that he was no longer in the position for her to do so.
She clambered up and onto her own knees and heels, her eyes asking the unvoiced question, "Why did you stop?"
Without Harry having to say anything, however, she pulled the answer from the forming bond.
With a coy smile, she bent down and engulfed him in her mouth.
The warm wetness and the feeling of her tongue swirling around his manhood was a new experience for Harry.
A moan of pleasure was ripped from his throat.
Gabrielle wasted no time in going to work.
She stroked him with her right hand and fondled his testicles with her left as her mouth bobbed up and down and her tongue swirled and tickled.
A shudder of pleasure racked Harry's body and, without so much as touching herself, Gabrielle came again.
Harry suddenly realized that, as the bond was growing stronger, she was becoming more in tune with what he was feeling, his pleasure gave her pleasure.
"And," he mused to himself, "it apparently magnifies it."
Suddenly, as though following his train of thought, the girl changed tactics.
She released her hold on his cock and balls and grabbed his waist.
Before he even had a chance to wonder what she was going to do, she plunged down on him, burying her nose in his pubic hair and his cock down her throat.
Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and another orgasm hit the girl, her neck muscles contracting as though in sympathy with her vaginal muscles.
Then she began moving, using her grip on his waist to throat-fuck herself on his cock.
Harry's head fell back and his eyes closed and another moan escaped his throat.
Instinctively, Harry reached out and tangled his hands in her hair and began guiding her.
He wasn't sure how, but he had received the distinct impression that she smiled--as much as she could smile anyway with his cock down her throat--when he did so.
Harry felt himself nearing his orgasm again so he stopped her when he was as far down as she could be and held her there.
She didn't seem to mind and she also didn't seem to need to breathe.
For a moment, he felt the need to come lessening, then he felt her throat begin to rhythmically contract at the same time he felt her tongue somehow snake out and lick around the top of his scrotum.
He let her ministrations continue for a few more seconds before he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back so that she was again lying in the position she'd been earlier.
In a flash, he was atop her, his mouth on hers, their tongues duelling.
He gave no thought to the fact that her mouth had just been around his cock and that, as little as fifteen minutes ago, he would have been repulsed by the idea of kissing a girl after such an act.
She wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his bum and again tried to hunch herself down so that she could have his cock back inside her.
Harry pulled back from the kiss and grinned ferally, then he reached down and placed himself back at the entrance to her sopping cunt.
"Is this what you want?" he teased, while pretending to be unable to find the exact location of her entrance.
She instinctively shifted her hips and pulled with her legs trying to blindly impale herself on him.
"Tell me you want it," he said.
"Oui! Yes!" she panted.
"I want it!"
He stroked his hardness up along the outside of her pussy, stopping when he hit her clit and she shuddered in a near orgasm.
"Really?" he asked, sounding sceptical.
"You don't sound like you want it all that much."
"Oh! Mon Dieu, 'Arry! J'ai besoin de. . ." she began.
"Yes! Yes! I need it!"
Without letting his cock any closer to the entrance to her cunt, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Beg me."
"Oh, God, 'Arry! I'll do anything," she pleaded without hesitation.
"I need it! Fuck me! Claim me! Use me! S'il vous plait! Please! Let me worship you wiz my body!"
He placed himself at her entrance.
"I don't deserve you," she continued.
"But I beg of you, let me pleasure you."
He rammed himself into her.
She screamed and came and began thrusting back against him as her orgasm rolled on and on.
Her arms tightened around him which had the effect of almost pulling her off the bed so that she could get him deeper inside her.
He thrust, hard and fast, slamming into her over and over as she whimpered in pleasure underneath him.
Long and deep strokes hammered her arse down into the bed, the wet, slapping sounds of their genitals colliding mixed with her quiet moaning whimpers and his rhythmic grunts.
His thrusting slowed as he felt himself nearing his peak once again so he stopped and pulled out.
She immediately tried to tighten her hold on him with her legs to prevent him from getting away but he grabbed her legs and forced them around so that they were resting on his shoulders, trapping them with his arms to keep her from moving them back.
He then took himself in hand and aimed his cock at the tiny pucker nestled between her two fleshy cheeks.
Her eyes widened in surprise but he saw no fear in them.
Indeed, coming from the bond, he felt only excitement and anticipation all wrapped up with a healthy dose of lust.
Guessing that she knew what her body was capable of, he simply thrust forward hard and fast, burying himself balls-deep in her rectum.
She screamed in pain.
Then, when his pleasure hit her through the bond a split-second later, she came; more intense than any of her other orgasms that night, she literally sprayed his abdomen with her juices.
A combination of the pleasure that he felt being inside her as he was and her pleasure seeping back to him over the bond had him close to coming himself.
He pulled back and thrust in.
She screamed again as her orgasm intensified and more of her juices splashed across him and trickled down to their union.
Another thrust.
And another.
And suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He exploded in her depths, his orgasm more intense than any that he'd ever had in his life; it seemed to go on forever.
Her orgasm peaked again in sync with his climax and through the bond sharing each other's pleasure, they fed off each other--his prolonging hers and hers prolonging his.
Each was half aware of seeing, through barely open eyes, a nimbus of golden light emanating from their union and expanding out to envelop them as their mutual orgasm slowly transitioned into its denouement.
His climax over, Harry tried to pull out of her, only to find himself too sensitive to move.
After a bit of careful manoeuvring, they managed to situate themselves so that he was spooned up behind her with his softening cock still buried in her arse.
She seemed to draw comfort from the intimacy of their position and he enjoyed the closeness as well.
Harry found himself suddenly very sleepy and Gabrielle smiled at the stereotype of the male that falls asleep as soon as he comes.
"So," he said groggily, "what was that light, anyway?"
"That was the completion of the bond," she said, and Harry was surprised that her English was now perfect.
"Now we are together forever."
He smiled sleepily.
"I notice you don't have an accent any more."
Harry sensed her hesitation through the bond before she answered.
"I think you'll find that's not all that's changed. . ."
She hesitated again before speaking her final word, "Master."
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