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Say The Word	By : ItConsumes Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 7497 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything pertaining to the Wizarding World universe. The curse is my creation but that's it.

Chapter List
- 1-Engage
- 1
"Oh no Fleur, your Mum did not tie your wedding dress properly at the top" Ginny came into the room moments after the others had left. Her blue eyes set on her target, unwavering, desiring, not backing down. Fleur stood there ethereally beautiful, letting a hand move behind her neck to feel for the straps as she turned to face Ginny.
"Zey feel okay to me" Fleur commented dubiously.
"No, you can't see it properly, here let me" Ginny approached. Fleur dropped her hand, allowing her near future sister-in-law the honour of fixing it. Ginny was close, almost uncomfortably so, but Fleur allowed the liberty. Fleur watched as her soon to be sister-in-law's hands came up behind and brushed at her nape.
"Zank you Geeny, but I can fix zis. You must gazzer outside wiz ze ozzer guests" Fleur stated not unkindly.
"Nonsense it won't take long. This is your big day, you should be treated like an absolute princess" Ginny pressed, not stepping back at all. Her fingers were undoing the knots and strappings at the top, not as quickly as someone would expect a helping hand to go. Ginny had a look on her face that was completely normal. Too normal. Hiding the hunger underneath the surface
"You 'ave already done eet I guess, just be quick" Fleur relented.
"There's no rush Fleur hon, there's plenty of time" Ginny had the dress loose at the top, but her hands were not tying back up correctly like she suggested, instead her hands travelled to more strappings several inches down in the middle of the beautiful blondes back.
"Hon?" Fleur was baffled by Ginny's token of affection. Fleur had never been 'hon' to Ginny before, she hadn't even been nice to her at all for that matter. This was all coming a little too odd for Fleur's comprehension.
"We'll soon be virtually sisters, right, I should get used to calling you hon. Now stay still, your mum did these straps wrong too" Ginny pulled and tugged at them to free the material. Ginny's breath was against the French girl's neck, but the redhead showed no intention of slowing down.
"Geeny I-" Fleur stopped dead as she felt hands upon her back, Ginny's fingers were sliding up and down her soft skin, the young woman had slipped her hands inside the dress and pressed her hands against Fleur's immaculate back. Ginny's fingers were now digging in and caressing Fleur's flesh, and the blonde had no idea why the redhead was doing it.
"What's the matter Fleur? Nervous? On your wedding day that's to be expected right, or is there some other reason for you tensing up?" Ginny asked, her hands moving further up Fleur's back. Ginny was so close now that the side of her face was touching the side of Fleur's face.
"Gee-Gee-Geeny zat's enough, ze dress is ready for you to fix now. Please get on wiz eet." Fleur stammered out, a blush appearing on her cheeks.
"No worries, I'll have you feeling fabulous" Feeling, not looking. That had very different vibes to it. Ginny and Fleur were meeting eyes in the mirror in front of them, the redhead's lit up in the heated flame of desire and Fleur knowing exactly what was going on, was rendered immobile and unsure. She watched Ginny's lightly freckled face burrow into her neck, whilst the straps of the dress came up and off Fleur's shoulders.
"Geeny stop eet. Stop eet now" Fleur was starting to panic, her wedding day was not supposed to go like this. Her heart was racing as the dress was slowly lowered down her front, her beautiful C-cup breasts were being revealed for Ginny's viewing pleasure. "I'm marrying your brozzer." Fleur squeaked out as her dress was lowered down further and her perky pink nipples were displayed.
"Shhhh Fleur, relax it's your big day. It's all your day, make the most of it I say" Ginny's arms snaked under Fleur's armpits and the hands automatically took positions at her gloriously shaped breasts, the perfect size for Ginny's long fingers. Ginny started kneading the flesh of the gorgeous woman's chest.
"Geeeennnnnny" Fleur whined out, trying to push away, but Ginny was stronger than she looked.
"Shh shh shh, don't struggle. Cease. Defect. Surrender." Ginny's hands squeezed Fleur's breasts tighter. Her words were actually working, there's something strange about the way Ginny was speaking. Her instructions were impacting like they were commands and Fleur was the loyal soldier. She stopped tensing up on 'Relent'. She stopped thinking about Bill on 'Defect.' She started giving into Ginny's touch on 'Surrender'. There must be some word magic going on.
Fleur's nipples were being pinched and twisted, Ginny's mouth was licking and biting on the older girl's earlobe, and the redhead was rubbing her own crotch into Fleur's shapely rear. A crotch that contained a distinctive hard bulge. Ginny was grinding the bulge into the French girl's rear, and the sensation of the fabric was causing friction to Ginny's cock, which was making the young redhead moan.
"Mmmm, this is going to be fun."
Out in the garden the families, friends and guests of the bride and groom all gathered inside the huge marquee, or were filtering their way through. The Delacour section were incredibly dignified, patiently awaited the proceedings and behaved acceptably in a public setting.
A lot of the Weasley section were close to matching their standard also, but the family itself was not meeting any kind of acceptable standard. There was an open inquisition, heated exchanges, their hair and fiery tempers would set something aflame before long.
And all around where Ginny was? How she could've been unaccounted for? Deciding whether to wait for her to show, or go look? And who's to blame for it all? Well, Hermione was standing a good distance away and not getting involved.
Bill Weasley was, his wand was pointed and he was casting spells. Spells that were making a barrier, a sound barrier that would not allow the noise or anything else to pass through.
And the big organiser, the perfectionist who's job it was to make the day go smoothly, Molly Weasley, was making a bigger scene than anybody.
"WHERE IS SHE!?!?" Molly bellowed out. Her face was getting redder and her temper was getting shorter by the second. She had not seen or heard her daughter Ginny come out from the house, and was demanding answers from all and any in the vicinity.
"George was with her last, I'd bet my last galleon on it" Ron replied immediately.
"The day you can afford to waste a galleon Ron..." George started.
"...is the day you become Minister of Magic." Fred finished.
"And I didn't see her last, Hermione did" George supplied, not to grass out the brunette but to state facts that didn't implement him.
Nevertheless, Hermione was not thrilled to see all heads turn towards her. "I...erm...well, yes. But she told me she was coming out here, and she seemingly left before I did, I had no reason to believe I wasn't meeting her out here with you lot." Hermione tried to explain, her brown eyes were darting from face to face, pleading silently that nobody would try and make this her fault.
"Molly dear, calm down. Your daughter is sixteen and growing in independence. She might just need some privacy for a few short moments before the wedding. She'll be coming through those flaps any second, I'm sure of it." Arthur tried to console his wife, but his words didn't seem to make the difference.
"This is her brother's day, this isn't all about her! But now it is about her, because we can't start this wedding without her and she damn well knows it!" Molly ranted, and all her children's faces cringed at her words.
"Mum, it's Ginny. She can't stand to be around us for any real length of time, if she can't help it. Dad's right, she'll be here any second."
"Look" Hermione acted like she'd grown tired of the arguing and lack of any actual action, when this was actually the next phase of the plan. "I was the last to see her, and I know where she'd likely be. I'll just go find her, whilst you lot calm down and stay here. We can't all be running about searching for someone who's only current danger is turning up late." With that, the brunette spun around and walked away, not waiting for permission or approval she didn't need.
As soon as she was far enough away from the Weasley clan, she let a grin appear on her face. This was going to be so much fun.
Hermione strode through the house, her mind set on one thing and one thing only. Finding Ginny and Fleur. She made her way upstairs and straight to Fleur's room, knowing what she'd find and anticipating it. She opened the door and saw the sight she was expecting, but could never actually prepare for.
The redhead was joyfully riding the blondes arse, using it's shape and buoyancy as a cushioned seat in which she sat, slowly pressing her fat head into the winking arsehole below. It was a tight fit, and a lot of work was required. Ginny had a look of concentration on her face, the tip was now halfway in.
"Mmmph. Fleur, I've gotta say, your ass is perfect." Ginny complimented the girl.
"Gee-Gee-Geeny" Fleur moaned out, her eyes glazed over and her lips quivering. She was completely naked, the dress had been removed and thrown aside.
"Hermione, they looking for me?" Ginny asked the brunette, now the third party in the room.
"I'm meant to be" Hermione smiled, sitting down to watch. "They all have faith in me don't worry, nobody else will come looking."
"That's good. Looks like you, me and Fleur will all miss the wedding. I'll just get my dick inside this stunning girls arse, then we can setup the portkey."
"Portkey? I don't want to go anywhere" Fleur tried to protest, her mind not comprehending the events occurring.
"Shhh shhh, we'll have none of that." Ginny stated firmly, her voice taking a dominant tone. "You going to open up your arse Slut or what?"
"Merde, merde" Fleur responded. Her pucker was now stretched wider than it had ever been, and the cock was now sinking in further, slowly but surely. Ginny's cock was thick, and she was enjoying the ride.
"Ohh, that's a nice little arsehole. I'm going to have so much fun wrecking this."
"You have her arse Gin. But I win the jackpot. Her cunt for me to fuck, and her womb to drop my sperm into" Hermione voiced in light competition.
"That's the plan. You better do a good job."
"What you talking about?" Fleur cried out, her body betraying her words and her hole clamping down on the invading cock.
"Oh didn't you know Fleur, Hermione has a cock too. An even bigger one. And she's planning on stuffing you with it after we get out of here" Ginny explained helpfully.
"That's right. I'm cumming in your womb as well Fleur, how exciting" Hermione added with a smirk.
"Eet cannot 'appen" Fleur stated, trying to move, but her limbs were not cooperating.
"Yes it can, it will. And there's nothing you can do about it." Ginny replied. Her crotch was now flush against the older girls, her whole cock inside Fleur's rectum. "And all she'll need to do is say the word."
"I guess she doesn't understand the importance of the word Ginny. Shall I explain, you will be too busy after all?" Hermione offered.
"Yes, you can give her a run down whilst I fuck her." Ginny said. She moved back, and slowly pulled her cock out to the head, then slowly going back in. She didn't want to rush the anal fucking, not when it felt this good.
"It's simple really Fleur. Words have power, and in our case it's literal. The curse, or rather a blessing to us, is actually called Say The Word. It was used in times before the Imperius Curse was invented. The Romans used it, the Greeks, the Vikings, wizards in Napoleon's ranks would use it. It's basically a command curse, where whatever the speaker says, the listener does."
Fleur being French, and knowing about the Napoleonic wars, meant she actually had known what this old, out-of-fashion curse was. It was treated with due respect being a military aide, and in those times usage in any kind of civilised or personal manner would result in immediate imprisonment. It was more powerful than the Imperius Curse in a way, because you couldn't resist it and you weren't technically forced into anything, you just did what the caster said immediately.
Now here it was, over two hundred years since it's last recorded use, being used on her wedding day by two developed teenagers, planning all kinds of sexual activity with her. It was all too much for the girl to take.
"Geeeny, 'ermione, please I beg of you. Do not do zis." Fleur whimpered, her body writhing as the slow arse-fucking continued.
"Wow Hermione, she is educated. I was expecting longer for her to understand, but those French do love their history I suppose" Ginny tells the brainy girl who was pumping her huge cock that she withdrew from her own dress moments ago.
"Well, if you know the history of it Fleur, you'd know that it's unbreakable. We can't brainwash you with it, an advantage that the Imperius Curse has over it. But we don't need you to be besotted with us, we just need you to do what we say. You should enjoy what we do to you regardless, because we're going to make it impossible for you not to, through our cocks."
Fleur's mind was running wild with all the information. They're going to fuck her, they're going to make her do whatever they wanted. The worst part is she can't do anything about it, she'll be an unwilling participant but doing exactly what they say.
Her heart was hammering against her chest, and her stomach was in knots. Her legs were shaking and her cunt was leaking. This was feeling good. Fleur hated that it felt good.
"You'll love every minute of it, trust me." Ginny reassured. Her strokes were faster now, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room.
"G-g-gee-ee-ennnnny."
"Bloody hell Ginny, from here it looks like your cock has made a tunnel between her arsecheeks" Hermione commented whilst nibbling her tongue.
"She feels fucking amazing Hermione. I think her arse was made for my cock, it's a perfect fit."
"How are her tits, they look like they'd fit perfectly in my hands" Hermione said, and her hands were cupping her own breasts in comparison.
"Nope, your fingers are smaller than mine, and her boobs fit mine exactly" Ginny tells her plainly, bouncing on the blonde's arse now.
"You would say that, I'll find out later I suppose. But what I'm seeing of them, I reckon I'm pretty close to matching them" Hermione said.
Just then a disgruntled Ron enters the room, seemingly impatient and not happy about going on a search his mother made him go on. But it didn't last long. One look at his sister pumping her cock into his brother's fiancée's arse, and with Hermione watching, he was left standing there gobsmacked.
"Oh, Ronald, zank you, 'elp me. Get 'er off me" Fleur's voice was filled with hope of being saved from this hell in the nick of time.
"Cease. Silence" Hermione told him strongly. And Ron was. He was just about to react and who knows what the reaction would've been, but the words of the curse disabled that. Hermione waved her hand to close the door and locked it
Ron's eyes were glued on the fucking couple, his mind was screaming out at the injustice. He could feel the rage boiling inside him. His blood was pumping, his adrenaline was flowing. Ginny didn't even stop fucking Fleur's arse, despite her brother's disturbance. Fleur's hope died out as quickly as it had sprung.
"Rest" Hermione commanded. And Ron did. He collapsed onto the floor, fast asleep. "What a lovely demonstration of the power of words. You notice the specific words I used Fleur? I didn't say 'don't move', 'keep quiet', 'go to sleep'. Why do you think that is?"
Fleur knew why, and knew the military use of the curse. Though thrilled to say it she wasn't. "Eet is not a recognised command for military purposes."
"That's right! Very good Fleur, now I know why you were selected as Beauxbatons champion. You're not just a pretty face and great shag are you" Hermione complimented the girl. "It works how I want it to just the same, but the official registered command must be declared first. If I said don't move and keep quiet, well Ron here would have proceeded in his goal to raise the alarm."
"But don't worry, he won't be a problem after we're gone. Hermione will obliviate him, won't you?" Ginny said, still thrusting away.
"Of course. We want to be missing, not known to have all runaway together" Hermione said, performing the memory charm after she spoke. "Now, are you almost done with that fine arse? We can't be waiting around forever. People will be looking for the bride too soon, and I can't control everybody at once."
"I'm close and Fleur is too, her cunt is drooling all down her leg look" Ginny said, moving her hips faster and harder.
Fleur was begging, her orgasm building but she was not wanting it.
"Come on Fleur, cum from Ginny's dick in your arse" Hermione said.
And Fleur would thirty seconds later. She screamed and thrashed and cried. Her arse was on fire and her pussy was spasming. She came, and came hard.
"Ahh fuck, gonna fill your arse up. Ohhh here it comes."
Hermione watched as Ginny's crotch slapped against the French girls arse one last time, her cock buried in as far as possible. Then Ginny was groaning, her face was scrunched up and she was filling the older girls bowels with her baby batter.
"Ughhhhhhh"
"Oooh, I can see her belly expanding" Hermione said, mesmerised by the sight. "That's a lot of cum."
"Still going" Ginny informed, with her eyes still sealed shut. Her hands were squeezing the arse cheeks in a death grip.
"Wow" Hermione let out, amazed.
"Ughhh, ah, finally." Ginny breathed out. She was panting from the exertion.
"Fantastic. I'll start preparing the portkey" Hermione said, pulling a random item from the dresser to turn into the portkey they needed.
Ginny removed her cock from Fleur's arse, still rock hard, and came over to Fleur's head. She pulled the blonde's exhausted face into her lap, makeup smeared with sweat and tears, and brought her cock to Fleur's mouth. It absolutely ponged of Fleur's own arsehole, and the blonde was refusing to open her mouth and accept it.
Ginny just giggled. "You know I can make you Fleur, I just have to say the word."
Fleur understood that Ginny was unfortunately right. Reluctantly she opened her mouth. Ginny sighed in pleasure and slid her cock into the warm, wet orifice.
"Suck. Suck me clean." Ginny commanded, not using a curse command but Fleur obeyed anyway. She sucked and licked, using her tongue on the underside, tasting the sweat and ass. She gagged a few times but kept going, eventually getting the shaft and head clean.
"That's better. All of it, I was balls deep you moron!" Ginny pushed Fleur's head down onto her cock with both hands. "Choke on it bitch"
Fleur was gagging and choking and crying. Her nose was touching Ginny's pubes. Ginny was moaning.
"Fucking hell that feels amazing"
"Ginny, come on, get her ready for transport" Hermione insisted.
"Take us like this then. I'm not pulling out this mouth" Ginny told her.
"Fine." Hermione said, and held her hand out for Ginny to grab, who held onto Fleur's hair with her other hand. Hermione put the small compact mirror against Fleur's face where it met Ginny's balls, getting contact on the portkey from all three of them. "Portus!"
They were gone. The only person left was Ron, awakening from the floor after his commander had fled the location, unsure of how he got there.
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