Chapter 4 - Tainted Silver - Part 1 (Mundungus x Fleur)

Tainted Silver (Mundungus Fletcher x Fluer Delecour)

A/N: After reading this or before you all might want to go onto a fandom which explains the Veela biology it shows their strengths and weaknesses. Took me a while to decide how to construct this one although I'm just glad I managed to agree on one. This one might not be my best work though I think it will be the first ever of this pairing. 

Tags: NTR, Rape, Submission of a Mary Sue, Mind Break, Potential Pregnancy, Mind Control, Misogyny  

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The White Wyvern.

A pitiful little pub even inside the bowels of such a place like Knockturn Alley what with its smashed-in windows, overhead sign barely hanging on for dear life and a few drunkards passed out around the various skinny alleyways it made the place look more like a menacing haunted house rather than a welcoming establishment. So wasn't it quite fortunate on the present patron's part when one day they got to open the doors to the grand lustre of a witch with unfathomable beauty even shielded under the Glamour of a mediocre-looking witch her attention was still weighted down by the odd second glances shot her way. Luckily for her sake the business there was rather slow with only a few patrons cluttered around which left her at peace taking refuge at a shadowed corner of the pub with nothing but a stale Butterbeer to keep her spirits up. This woman's name was Fleur Delecour.

As the eldest daughter of the Delecour family and with the heritage of being quarter Veela from her grandmother, Fleur had grown to be incredibly prideful in her natural good looks that weren't enhanced by the natural use of her Allure and with a decent collection of brains to boot it only took some dedication and she had graduated at the top of her class with excellent honours from her Professors at Beaubatons and only just last year was a Champion to support the same school in the Triwizard Tournament. Despite not winning the Cup she had survived much to the joy and elongated pride of her family. 

They had however been a little disappointed with her decision to remain in the British Isles to take employment with the Gringotts branch in a foreign country only so she could continue to improve her English vocabulary and pronunciation better. She had already come leaps and bounds all thanks to the real reason she had chosen to stay here. Bill Weasley. In a sense he was her polar opposite in every way; humble, modest, facially disfigured with a row of scars but of course, the only saying of opposites attract remained true and the two had formed a romantic partnership which served as a vital strategy in distracting each other from the looming threat of a war approaching.
At least it did until several days ago...

The Headmaster of Hogwarts had requested a favour from Bill to investigate the property of a house which once belonged to a British pureblood family who were rather popular among the purebloods here known as Grimmauld Place. Working as a Curse Breaker, Bill was more than capable of the task and happily accepted Dumbledore's request and was to enter and find if so extract any curse or dark object from sight so that they could use it as the new Headquarters for something called the 'Order of the Phoenix'.

Unfortunately, not even a professional Curse Breaker was exempt from hazards on the job and this had been no different. A curse had somehow managed to make its mark and Bill had been inflicted with a dark curse and only by the miracle of Merlin had been found by Remus who had gotten him out and escorted him back to the Burrow where his worried mother was taking care of him. While that might have sounded like a sigh of relief it was only the start of how she had landed in such a scenario.

Without knowing which curse was inflicting Bill with tremendous daily pain it was too dangerous to attempt any form of antidote without Snape's sardonic comment it could only fuel the curse effects on his body which had started to corrode his skin with a high fever and purple like sludge seething at his facial scars. Dumbledore wasn't going to be any help not with the Ministry of Magic already keeping too much of an eye on him from him spouting the proclamations of the Dark Lord's return and forcing him to stay at Hogwarts where the toad-like High Inquisitor was keeping a steely gaze on everybody which also included Madam Pomfrey from leaving the infirmary without proper reason and all the Floo Networks had been traced. Even taking him to Saint Mungo's wasn't an option since old Death Eaters which had followed the illusion of being under the Imperius were now working there as Healers and could attack or even kill him in his sleep. 
When all options had seemed to have been swept from the table, Fleur had been given a note while she was on shift which had been forwarded to her by one of the customers one day at Gringotts with a simple message attached:

The White Wyvern 
Cure for Bill. Come Alone
7 o'clock

Had she told Molly she had no doubt the over-dramatic housewife would have ignored it completely and gone straight to Dumbledore like the non-independent thinkers they were. These people didn't understand the cloak-and-dagger act. So bidding the goblins a warm goodbye she finished her shift and made her way over the dingy little pub not wasting a second. So that was how she had found herself here waiting patiently her own starting to rapidly dry out. 

"Tempus"

A cloud of green smoke sizzled from her wand forming into bold numbers:

17:10

Late. She knew this had been a waste of-

Just before she was about to eject herself from her seat, a squat near bald man fell through the pub doors swirling on his heel as he staggered himself to a steady balance giving goofy waves around him which went unresponded by the room while waddling to the bar his head ducked into the desk while he seemed to be chatting with the bartender who afterwards shook his head at something dropped a glittering item into the short wizards outstretched hand leaning away from the bar his beady little bloodshot eyes scanned the room carefully before they landed on her giving her a crooked grin and after recognizing his face to him coming closer, Fleur internally groaned darkly. It was Mundungus Fletcher.

What parent in their sane mind would label their child with such a repulsive title like that? Then again maybe she was too naive in thinking they were sane in the first place. Sure she was aware that he was in the Order though that hadn't been the first time she had seen him. 

It was only around the time that he was supposed to be guarding Hailey Potter's unknown location in the non-magical world that he had tried to fleece a collection of stolen cauldrons to Gringotts to whom the goblins had been a little more than suspicious already having to suffer through some legal battles after the mess Fletcher got them in, however without sufficient proof they were stolen little was left to do. That's where her talent as a Veela had shone on the Goblins and she had been more than happy to impress her employers with the use of her Allure. The thief hadn't even lasted a minute under her enhanced beauty until he was in a slurred daze completely compliant and only after he had recovered was faced down with the faces of murderous-looking goblins that had stripped his vault heavily with a hefty fine. 

Pocketing whatever the bartender had given him in his robe breast pocket the shady dealer had seemingly forgiven her with a flash of a friendly smile. 

"Good Evening, duckie"

"Stop wasting my time, Fletcher. You said this was about Bill" Fleur spat frostily her natural eyes sizzling through the Glamour dangerously. 

The overweight man held his hands in mock surrender gesturing her to calm down. "Relax love, I ain't messing you about. I did indeed find something."

Fleur raised her eyes awaiting an answer. 

"Not here. Too many ears about. Upstairs."

He didn't wait for an answer and downed the rest of his own drink with a gusty burp before he made his way up a set of stairs at the end of the room making a motion of his head for her to follow. Fleur reluctantly did although her mood rose with the chance the revolting little man had managed to find something to help the man she loved. A jingling came from him ahead as he pulled out a set of keys using them to unlock one of the several inn rooms to rent which explained his chat with the bartender. He was cautious she would give him that. 

They both arrived inside of the room which he unlocked with said key even allowing her to enter first in a gentlemanly fashion. Nodding at the kind gesture she entered inside the plain little room with only a blacked window from the collected dirt barring any view and a threadbare bed the dim candlelight with the only warmth. Taking advantage of their privacy, Fleur took the chance to dispel her disguise the full bloom of her looks uncovered.
"Ok, Fletcher now where is-"

"Petrificus Totalus"

The Full Body-Bind Curse worked its - well - magic and Fleur felt her entire body go numb and unfeeling her arms and legs snapped together completely unresponsive as she tumbled to the ground with a soft thud. Her eyes the only thing capable of moving flashed at a smirking Mundungus who towered over her. 

So this is what he was going to do? Rape her!? Now she didn't care if he was an Order member or not she would kill him for thinking he could do this! Feeling her magical energy she directed her anger into fuelling her Veela transformation already feeling her doll-like face transform from the goddess like perfection to a grotesque beak-like monster her body becoming larger as her wings started to sprout to their full size in seconds to their full fury. It did not matter if she couldn't move she could still channel her inner fire and incinerate him with the entire room and then-

"Not so fast, bitch"

Quicker than they would have both thought possible, Mundungus slammed his whole body weight on her midsection and a grubby hand took her sprouted wings that had formed at the base of her spine and forcibly ripped them from the root of her very back a splurge of blood left in its wake.  The pain and agony from such a simple act was throbbing to her and unlike anything that she could have put into words. Fluer still in her transformed state could only wriggle on the ground still bound as the thief redirected his focus to her feathers from her beastly form straddling her transformed backside, his tongue sticking out of the cracks in his yellow teeth. It took some time but little by little her beastly form began to disappear and Fluer eventually returned to her more attractive human form gnarled claws turned to weak human nails digging pathetically at nothing. Mundungus however was no fool and with a knife took small snippets at the edges of her long hair carefully plucking her of her beautiful silver-blonde locks no shorter than the length of a fingernail.

"You cost me a lot of money that day in Gringotts, women." Mundungus huffed casting her a nasty glare his grubby hand clutching her face making sure she was paying attention. "I could have made a seriously huge score on those cauldrons and none of those bloody goblins would have done anything if you hadn't stepped in. I don't take kindly to such tricks when they are made against me especially a fucking woman of all things."

"So I did my research on you, alright. A 'quarter' Veela from a wealthy family probably pampered little slut who used her power to get good grades and to top it off a Triwizard Tournament. Knew I couldn't take you one-on-one so I had to plan and bide my time and as if blessed by Merlin my golden opportunity came."

She knew immediately what he was talking about, however right now that had been the least of her worries. 
Veelas were...a rarity when it came to the men be it Wizard or even Muggles having made a hunting sport out of it in the darker ages of history either killing them or even worse capturing and breeding with them though it was only the wizard with the proper knowledge that would realize the true potential of a Veela mate would make. It's not like it was easy though what with their transformed states into harpy passed down from the tales of folklore and their superhuman condition with the added bonus to fly and disappear in seconds they were impractical to capture. Fleur despite herself being labelled as only a 'quarter' of a Veela was technically more synchronized with the creature aspect than most would have believed since it was such a strong gene.

However, they were not perfect. Wizards would always hold the advantage in a fight with them compared to Muggles with the obvious use of magic which they were vulnerable to much like anything else but that wasn't the end. Their wings and feathers. That was where their true weakness lay as the theft of their feathers would weaken them significantly and with enough loss of their creature appendages, they could even die. The wings however were more dire considering that with their theft the said thief could implant any dirty wish her will given to him until she could retrieve them back. 

But Fleur had been lucky or incredibly unlucky as with being a quarter of a Veela her transformation was limited to intense emotions and not something she could trigger on command which she had deduced Fletcher had been smart enough to work out and exploit. And even with the bundle of her feathers and snippets of her glossy hair that had been stripped from her to make a small mountain from which undeniably would have killed somebody like her grandmother or maybe her own mother, she remained alive but without her wand tucked at a strap at her hip and with so many of her feathers stolen she couldn't put faith her magic would be strong enough.  And with the theft of one of her wings...her will against him was shattered. She couldn't withstand it and could already feel what magic she left kneeling towards his.

"I wouldn't try that hypnotic voice either," Mundungus said tapping a pudgy finger to his earlobe where a glob of purple was sticking out and another finger tapped over his eyes. "Muggles can be surprisingly useful with their new inventions. Stops that pesky Allure of yours from fucking with my mind. Now let's see if this works."

Mundungus clambered off her giving her ass a second glance as he greedily scooped up her feathers and stashed each one in an open pouch the same he did with her wing as he enlarged the pouch sack entrance and crudely stashed the scaly wing inside stuffing it inside without an ounce of care. Zipping the bag, Mundungus took the pouch and zipped it into a dark pocket of his coat an enchantment zipped the pocket as it swallowed it whole. 

"Enchanted clothing. Dead useful to hide things when you're dealing with boot Aurors on patrol. Now let's see..."

Mundungus cast the counter curse to the paralysis and Fleur had been only seconds away before he spoke again. 
"Stop"

And she did. Her hand had made its way only so close to her wand that a bare fingernail was brushing the handle. Mundungus made a tutting noise before he pulled her wand from her waistband and snapped her only weapon into pieces her own grandmother's hair peeking out limply. 

"Strip. Slowly. Oh, and treat me like I'm the love of yeh life"

Fleur complied again her once vengeful snarling face now practically radiating love and devotion while she worked at a snail's pace to remove her cloak which pooled at her feet a few seconds later her cardigan joined with a bare t-shirt as the last line of defence. She wasn't wearing a bra with pride not allowing her to shadow her own self beauty not that Mundungus was complaining and with the loss of that the filthy squat man's eyes bulged at the Vela's exposed naked front a treat of which not even her boyfriend had yet to experience. With not a drop of discipline in his body, Mundungus practically ripped the rest of her clothes by himself her skirt unzipped harshly and her pantyhose and undergarments were torn away like rags while taking his time for dirty hands to admire the softness of her skin the golden hue and purity of such a creature under HIS control. Sure the wizarding world had whores  although most of the brothel girls were much older and definitely not as appealing as this specimen. It would have been like comparing a bunch of withered dandelions to a blossoming flower. No comparison. His task was complete and now Fleur was naked as the day she was born with her full physical splendour all to himself.

Fleur could feel her heart pounding and despite the outside amorous gaze she was giving him she could still feel her subconscious mind in a devastating whirlwind of fury at this man that nobody could comprehend. He gripped her face after standing and with a quick motion smashed her face to his own his tobacco reeked tongue invaded her mouth and revoltingly her own danced along with his own her hands trailed down and woven under his beer-stained shirt and fondled his flabby stomach all the way to the field of his chest hair. 

Even though she tried to further the kiss, Mundungus pushed her away and she felt disgust with herself for her body's shot of guilt for disappointing him. "Enough, girl" he grumbled. "Had enough of the kisses. Now it's time for you to use that whiney mouth for something better."

"You know exactly what I want. Stop wasting my time and get on your knees."

Fleur's cheeks flushed, both with arousal and embarrassment, but regardless she complied with the man who held her free will hostage. With a soundless nod, she slid off his chest and slumped to the ground. Her heart pounded as she moved to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. Mundungus's expression was cold and expectant, but she knew that without the sufficient magic power, she would need she couldn't fight back and even with it she doubted she could if the legends of her ancestors were true. Slowly, she reached to the fly of his breechs roughly tugging at the hem until they came down.

The tip of his cock lightly swatted her on the hem of her nose and Fleur couldn't contain her shock at its size and girth whether through her own mind-controlled veil or her inner mind at its extent. It wasn't stupidly long like a foot-long leg to be exact although it was definitely the biggest she had seen what with her mother giving her the 'talk' several years ago and with their culture being prohibited from certain pictures that were kept away from her baby sister.

It was still much longer and thicker looking, however rather than the shabby stump she had been expecting it was like a human tentacle as it unravelled before her. A musky scent wafted through the air, primal and heady, igniting an unexpected fire within her she couldn't explain as she felt heat pool between her thighs, dampening her core. But the sheer size of what appeared to be at least eleven inches with two fingers of the girth had her second guessing herself. 
Mundungus's brown eyes hooded over her and despite the whopping advantage he held a faint flicker of vulnerability couldn't help crack through. "You've seen...bigger?" he rumbled a faint tremor of insecurity betraying him. 

"It's just so impressive" She managed to splutter that out with the best the situation offered. Fleur averted her gaze, biting her lush lower lip in trepidation, acutely aware of the desire and apprehension warring within her. She couldn't lie even if she wanted to since it had been a direct question.

Mundungus smirked at that, his confidence returning to him tenfold. "Well, if it's your first time, allow me to show you the ropes".  Giving her no time to prepare the back of Fleur's head was manhandled and her lips sunk through the crown of the cock and right at the base her lips invisible in the mess of his pubic hair.

For Mundungus it was unreal and hands down the best blowjob he had received in decades most likely in his whole life. It's not like he wasn't expecting anything less than perfect from magical creatures who were literally made lust incarnate. His cock stretched through her mouth until he swore his cock head shoved into her uvula his hand shackling clumps of her hair which was so silky and felt like water in his palms.

"Suck my cock like you mean it." 

Fleur's eyes were shut thankfully under her own self deluded command as she tried to block her own humiliation as she tentatively took more of him into her mouth guiding the pistoning cock in and out all without trying to cause herself to gag. Mundungus eased her along his grip on her hair tightening as he guided her.

"Faster"

When he growled she complied, bobbing her head in a well orchestrated rhythm her left hand gingerly rubbing and massaging his ballsack while the other reached around and gripped one of his ass cheeks as a force to make her pound her head faster. 

GAACCKK. GAACCKKKK. GAACCCKKKK.

As she worked she could feel her own arousal growing building like a wall and only gaining greater height with the jab of his dick, her tongue elongating around it like a lollipop trying to prevent it from leaving her lips. No matter the current disadvantage she knew she shouldn't feel her body respond to his touches aching for more reacting making her pussy throb drenched with need and she continued to please him. With the impulsive jerks his body gave she knew it wouldn't be long now until he came and at least that would be a step closer to the end of her humiliation.

"That's it, slut" Mundungus groaned lowly bucking his hips further into her mouth. "Swear I'll never get tired of this."
Fleur never responded even though she doubted she could her only focus in pleasuring him until he came to his limit. The taste of his cum in her mouth would be repugnant but if she could wear him out hard enough she might be able to grab that magic pouch and get her wing back then it would be worth it. She sucked harder and faster using all her enthusiasm in her action rubbing his ballsack more seductively her Allure which she had tuned on subtly even if he had provided protection was still a good enhancement to the sensations. She didn't know how much time had passed by her focus consuming her 

Finally...

"OH, FUCK!

She had at least managed to prepare herself for the blast of semen to hit the back of her throat and yet even when the liquid landed on her tongue drenching the organ in what she had assumed would be a revolting taste - what it was supposed to be  - the unexpected bliss washed over her, causing her to moan around the enclosed girth. It was like a warmth that was warping her whole senses and for the life of her, she didn't have an ounce of care to try to resist anymore almost as though she had expected herself to give up the match from the start. She swallowed the mouthfuls of the thief's offering to her savouring the salty flavour twitching at her taste buds the very act itself in the form of such perverse submission sent sparks of pleasure through her body, melting her resistance further.

With each gulp and with each gentle suck on his cock to drink whatever cum might still be hidden away, Mundungus's hold on her mind only tightened though it was hardly necessary at this point as her newly kindled lust for his perversity had taken a permanent root making her crave more. Right now even unknown to Mundungus, Fleur was developing her own submission to him even if she did somehow manage to take her wings back from his which hadn't even registered in her mind as an action she could still take right now. Instead, her mouth widened in an erotic display showing no more cum was left unswallowed as she yearned for more and awaited his next demand. 

Mundungus himself was quite confused at exactly what was happening himself. He knew himself that he held control over her and had been incredibly wary to keep his pouch secured but hadn't been too worried considering the Veela girl was unable to defy any of his commands so long as he had possession of her stolen appendages. And yet she... hadn't? In fact, she had been a lot more keen on performing that blowjob than she should have even with the mental hold he had on her. 
Without even a command Fleur stood up and made her way to the bed her hands leaning on the duvet blankets, her body trembling with no fear nor any more humiliation, but anticipation. Despite the both of them being aware that she was vastly more powerful than him in every category here she was Fleur Delecour submitting herself to this incompetent older, overweight pathetic excuse of a wizard and piece of sum thief. Her hands clamped her supple-looking ass cheeks spreading them wide as her puckered vagina made itself present dribbling with her juices the pink coral cove gaping.

Mundungus examined her walking along her submitted figure in a semi-circle. Squeezing the soft, warm flesh of her ass cheek his hands oh so dangerously wandered to the slit of her cunt though he did rub the entrance to her tight little ass. "You're mine now, Veela" he hissed in her ear, the lewd words sending chills down her spine. He undressed himself fully from here on out all of his clothes discarded and tossed behind him without care even his jacket which she could have easily snatched away procured her free will once more a mere feet into the corner of the room. But he had a feeling the now submissive little tart wouldn't give him any trouble.

Crouching behind her, Mundungus nudged her legs further apart with his knee, spreading her wide open for his perverted gaze. He just couldn't believe his luck. A Veela, one of the most sought after creatures in the world, was presenting herself to him on a silver platter with both mind control and natural submission. TO HIM. His cock already at its maximum size twitched madly. No point in keeping them both waiting any longer. 

Fleur's breath came in ragged gasps as she felt Mundungus's cockhead tease her entrance, its width already making her question her own sanity. That small infallibly tiny resistance couldn't scream any more only moan in a small useless squeak at her to use her magic - which she could feel slightly return after the past hour and use it to turn the rapist into a pile of cinders and relinquish his hold on her. She could still do it...she could...but...no. No, she wouldn't. This is what she wanted. Any more of her thoughts were cut short, however, as he plunged inside her with one swift, rough thrust puncturing her uterus breaking right through her hymen like a giant sword through a wall of wet paper. 

Her sapphire blue eyes snapped into the back of her mind as the chubby man groaned in satisfaction his gluttonous belly layered over her ass and the small of her back not even moving to savour the sweet feeling of her tight walls around his dick. Ever so slowly he continued his movements inside of her as little by little he started to pick up speed, his hips slapping against her flesh each one securing her as his despite the tiny trickle of blood seeping between her crevice
Eyes closed and a mind clouded with lust and disgrace, Fleur was nothing more than an object for him to use now. It was highly unlikely he would let her go after this and the way they were both feeling they doubt even Dumbledore could have done anything to change that as her inner walls tightened around his cock feeling herself match his movements moaning while biting her lip tenderly. 

Veelas were known for their indomitable tightness (or so the stories of those who had been lucky to capture one had shared) with bodies that were a marvel. Mundungus found these stories didn't do them any justice considering it was absolutely phenomenal to feel. He might have done all of this in the beginning for some petty revenge but he was sitting on the greatest landmine of his criminal career. He would make her beg for it day and night through submission if needed to which he had a feeling the prideful - or should he say once prideful - girl was so attuned to. Maybe it was about time he settled down with this fine piece of ass as his wife? Shrugging himself out of his thoughts his movements accelerated the lack of stamina on his part mysteriously not an issue as he used her sacred hair like a horse reign.

"Look at you, whore, Mundungus grunted his voice jiggling to catch u with him while he tried not to bite his tongue off from the mad rutting session. "You're loving every moment of this, aren't you? Beg for more!"

"More...please... don't stop" Fleur could moan only that her thick ass crushing into his lap with every strike. "Please...Master..."

Master? Oh, he liked that. He liked that A LOT.

"Your mine now, Fleur Delecour," Mundungus growled as he switched positions with the teen girl quickly her motions matching his desires like clockwork as she wrapped her arms folded around his neck facing him as he picked her up and slammed her into the wall his cock inserted back into its rightful place making her moan in gratitude as she bucked her ass up and down her feet coiling around his hairy ass cheeks. "From this day forward you'll do whatever the fuck - GAH - I tell you, women. You'll serve me when I ask, bear me some fucking children to save my line, and use your Allure to get us anything we want! Youll.Be.My.Fucking...WIFE." His eyes were wild now as he could feel his release start to bubble to the surface his ballsack churning to explode like it never had before.  

As for Fleur, her thoughts were scattered completely diluting all her processing power to retain her consciousness. Despite this with her lungs desperate for air, Fleur could only continue moaning though conserving her energy for one last rational speech the intoxicating mix of lust and submission had completely overtaken her, transforming the once proud and strong Veela into a cock-drunk, lust fuelled shell of her former self who gave her answer.

"Yes... Yes.Yes.YES.YES.YES. I'M YOURS, MASTER! I'LL SERVE YOU, BEAR YOUR CHILDREN AND USE MY POWER FOR US FOREVER! JUST PROMISE TO KEEP FUCKING ME LIKE THIS." 

And Mundungus would do his new 'wife' that request with a roar his climax hit and his hot sticky cum shot into her like a freight train. His seed erupted deep inside her womb, every last drop of his hot, potent cum flooding her core all with the chance of a possible pregnancy. It would be a little unlikely given Fletcher's low reproduction rate at his age though with a new cock drunk Veela on his arm he would be willing to make that sacrifice. The orgasm washed over the both of them as they slumped onto the bed, Fleur obediently using her own body as a makeshift blanket for her newly mantled master.

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A/N: It's been proven that some creatures in mythology that look physically and incredibly beautiful can be controlled should you hold an item that belongs to them. So long as they don't find it or reclaim it then they are forced to obey the thief's orders. I had some other ideas on how to do this like using a sort of fireproof metallic net since Veela can produce them when angered or maybe a way to reflect their allure back at them. Hope you liked this im getting the feeling I could have done this better. If you enjoyed it give me some ideas for a Part 2.
