Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

A/N: The end begins! There are only four chapters left of Lightning Strikes Twice at this point in time. Final chapter went up over on my Patreon today! So just sit back and enjoy!

The first wave gets underway.

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Gabrielle Delacour, standing just outside of the circle formed of her peers, takes half a step forward… and then stops, freezing in place as Harry just looks at her. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to say anything. His 'Look' conveys all of it. She doesn't get to join in yet. She's going to stay right where she is and watch as he dominates and fucks all of her sexy friends into oblivion.

The eighteen year old veela whimpers but doesn't move a muscle. She stays right where she is, mere feet away from where Harry stands and quivers in anticipation and arousal. Meanwhile, the rest of this first wave of women crowd around him.

The initial group that dropped to their knees and crawled over get to worship his cock with their mouths and tongues, moaning happily as their hands play with their nubile young bodies all the while. The rest don't last much longer though before succumbing to his presence.

Harry doesn't have anything quite like a veela's allure, but he does have a presence all his own. Magic in spades, potent enough to draw in the lot of them like moths to a flame. It's just like with Fleur… except that she had to at least imbibe his seed to realize how special he was.

But that was back then, when he was only a fraction of his current strength. At this point, Harry is so far beyond his previous self it isn't even funny.

While the initial group of this first wave focuses on blowing him to the best of their abilities, eyes glittering as they look up at him with smiling, young faces, the rest of the first wave also slowly but surely crowds in. Some of them are uncertain, some of them are biting their lower lips, but they can't help themselves all the same.

Harry welcomes them with open arms and questing hands. His fingers glide over nubile flesh, moving across pert posteriors and perky breasts. His mouth is soon occupied by numerous tongues one after the other as each of them submits to a kiss one by one. His tongue duels with their tongues for brief moments before moving onto the next, but none of them offer anything in the way of resistance all the same.

Of course, this is only the beginning. The first wave represents the youngest adults among the coven and comes in at around forty or fifty in total. The rest of the two hundred veela that Harry is expected to bind or fall to today are still surrounding him and the initial group, watching on from the sidelines.

They don't seem worried, and unlike Gabrielle's generation, they aren't reacting to his magical presence in the same way. Or at least, they don't seem to be. Harry's green eyes, glowing with power, sweep across them all even as he enjoys the efforts of those around him. He doesn't fail to notice the hardened nipples or the slightest flush of pale skin. And he certainly doesn't fail to notice that some of them are beginning to perspire… as well as squirm, ever so slightly.

But beyond that, they maintain their composure all the same. Harry wonders how long that will last, even as he turns his attention back to the matter at hand. No point in putting the cart before the horse, after all. He would get to them later or not at all. But first… were these lovely ladies.

With a groan, Harry cums down one of their throats without pause, letting his seed flow into her mouth and down her esophagus as she swallows it greedily. The others of Gabrielle's generation are jealousy made manifest; their growls more adorable than intimidating as they all pout at him in equal measure.

But Harry is far from overwhelmed. He just smiles and with a simple flex of his will, pushes most of them back. They all fall to their knees then, even those who had been rubbing against him and letting him finger their pussies and play with their tits in equal measure.

Kneeling in a somewhat wide circle centered around him, they look up at him as though Harry is their god, the only man worthy of their worship. Meanwhile… he's already grabbed ahold of one of them and pulled her in. She comes willingly, eagerly even, giggling all the while as he leans forward to suck on her breasts.

Then, he picks her up off of the ground and impales her on his cock right then and there. She barely has time to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist before he's buried inside of her and she's gasping and moaning in surprise and enjoyment.

Without missing a beat, Harry begins to bounce the nubile young veela atop his dick, his mouth remaining on her pert tits as he sucks and slurps at her rock hard nipples. She's a perfectly sculpted beauty like pretty much every woman in this room, and she's also going to be the first of two hundred conquests. And he doesn't even know her name.

But then, he doesn't have time for learning her name. He doesn't even have time to go through the usual rigmarole where he questions her before binding her. Instead, Harry focuses his magic into something intent-based and prods her with it. It effectively 'asks' his questions for him while he's grunting and fucking her upon his cock hard and fast. Will she submit to him? Does she want to be his? Is she happy to be bound to him and join his Wizard's Coven?

The 'answer' that Harry gets back through his magic is a resounding 'yes'. And the best part about this being via magic rather than normal words is that Harry can tell she means it without any subterfuge or trickery. Oh sure, her elders definitely took her and everyone else surrounding him aside and told them what was happening today.

Everyone had gone in with both eyes open, knowing that they were accepting being bound to Harry's magic with the ultimate goal of usurping control of his coven and becoming the leaders with him subordinate to them.

But this first veela doesn't care about that plan anymore. She submits to him because she wants to submit. Because he's making her feel good and she's enjoying basking in the light of his magic. With a truly wanton moan, she cums hard on his cock and Harry cums as well, filling her up at the same time that he binds her magic to his, forming an ironclad connection between them.

The first of many, Harry is gentle as he pulls the spent young woman off of his cock and carefully sets her down among the others. Some of her friends still have enough of their faculties to take hold of her from him and help her to find a resting place. Though of course, they're immediately focused back on him again a moment later, staring at him with hungry eyes.

Harry has already grabbed the next veela before they've even turned their gazes back to him though. He fucks this one standing up, taking advantage of her flexibility to put one of her legs behind her head while he holds her steady and she balances on just one foot. Staring into her eyes, he once again reaches out with his magic… and soon enough, has the second of two hundred bound to him.

From there… well, things perhaps become something of a blur. Harry is single minded in his focus and completely dedicated to what he's doing, but at a certain point, it all just becomes nubile flesh and magic and glorious, glorious consent.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As he moves through woman after woman, Harry wonders what the older generations of veela watching this must be thinking right now. Perhaps this is part of their plan. Perhaps they knew that the Gabrielle's generation would succumb to him and were trying to lull him into a false sense of security.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

They certainly don't seem overly stressed. Beyond reacting to his ever-expanding magic with hardened nipples, glistening wet thighs, and perspiring foreheads, they don't look worried or concerned about what's happening right in front of their eyes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Maybe they think he can't possibly keep it up forever. They're not idiots, so they must think that even as he gains more power by conquering the younger among them, that he's nevertheless using up too much energy and will eventually get tired.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

After all, he's only one man and they are… legion. Under normal circumstances, there's no way he could possibly keep his eyes open long enough to bind all two hundred of them… right? Of course, that mistaken assumption is based on faulty knowledge. They believe they know how much power Harry has because they know exactly how many witches are in his Wizard's Coven.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

What they don't know and haven't taken into account is all of Voldemort's magic and that of his Death Eater followers. They don't realize what they're up against and by the time they do… it'll be too late.

SMACK! SMACK!... SMACK!

With a grunt, Harry fills up another nubile young veela, even as he connects their magic and binds her to him. Just like that though, he pulls out of her and moves to set her down… only to realize that they're done. Almost, anyways. All around him, moaning and writhing and giggling as they bask in his power, are nearly fifty veela, all of whom are now bound to him.

Just like that, Harry has almost doubled the magical power he can call upon. And he's not even slightly winded. Of course, there's still one member of the first wave left. Gabrielle herself. The beautiful young blonde is trembling where she stands, staring at him with wide eyes and clearly feeling a desperate need for his cock.

Moving over to her, Harry smiles tenderly, even as he takes her to the ground gently, pushing her onto her back and cupping one of her breasts. Her legs automatically spread and bend at the knee for him on their own, coming up into the air as she offers herself up instinctively.

Guiding his cockhead to Gabrielle's sex, Harry tilts his head to the side even as he rubs against her slit teasingly.

"I didn't forget about you, Gabrielle. What was it you said earlier? Ah yes… I'm going to enjoy this."

He thrusts forward a moment later, spearing the eighteen year old virgin veela on his cock right then and there. He takes her as she is, naked as the day she was born and completely and utterly submissive. Any impudence or attitude she'd shown earlier is wiped away by this point after having to wait for him to cum in almost fifty of her peers before he finally gave her the time of day.

Her sensitive body is one of the easiest instruments Harry has ever played, her shaking and shuddering and moaning out of this world as he begins to fuck her right there on the floor. Gabrielle quivers and trembles, mewling up at him, her face contorting in ecstasy all the while.

She cums for him… and then again and again, like she doesn't know how to turn it off. Harry just smiles as he takes her, moving his hand from her breast to her mouth and pushing his thumb against her lips. She opens up and happily sucks on the digit, staring up at him the entire time with eyes filled with lust and need.

His magic reaches out to her wordlessly but far from silently and she gasps around his thumb as she feels him envelope her in his power. The same questions that all of her peers were asked nonverbally, he now puts to her as well.

Gabrielle's eyes roll up in her skull as she feels his magic, but Harry isn't worried. This has happened with some of the others as well. Luckily, the way that Harry is 'asking' for consent to bind them transcends such things. The very essence of their being answers back to him, as it does now with Gabrielle.

With a loud, lewd cry, Gabrielle Delacour succumbs. She cums one last time around his cock as Harry feels the binding snap into place, making her his woman just as assuredly as the rest of this first wave. He's fucked her, he's bound her, and now she's his.

Harry pulls Gabrielle up off of the ground and into his lap as he fucks her for a little while longer before filling her with his seed. He lets her wrap herself around him as he sits back and enjoys her tender attentions and moaning kisses. Her lips are all over his face, jawline, and neck until finally, he's finished and pulling her off of him.

He would gladly cuddle with her some more under different circumstances and show her how good she was going to have it as one of his women… but alas, now was not the time nor the place. After all, things were far from over at this point. In fact, they were just starting to ramp up.

Gabrielle marks the end of the first wave of veela he needed to fuck silly and bind to him. But there are still almost a hundred and fifty more waiting in the wings.

As Harry sets Gabrielle down and rises to his feet, he looks around the room and raises an eyebrow, swallowing the urge to say something pithy like 'are you not entertained?!'. Not really the appropriate place for it, he figures.

Still… what next?

After a brief moment, he gets his answer as the second wave begins to move towards him. Nearly a hundred veela, the middle generation, moves in and begins to gently pull those he's already bound out of the way. A hundred beautiful, naked women crowd around him as Harry smirks.

So the first wave was just a scouting force, hm? This… this was the real test. Harry didn't mind. If anything… he was looking forward to this.

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The Vote:

[ ] Pretend they have him on the ropes and are wearing him out - 20%

[X] Let them see the truth as he blows right through the second wave - 80%

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