Fair warning, I do not own this, do not make profit of this [monetary, at least], and do not own characters or concepts created by JK Rowling.

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Chapter Two – Fleur Delacour - Dominant

"I want no blood from you-not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name."

–Nalini Singh, Angels' Pawn

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Refined music played through Jasmine's ears as she wove her way through the crowd at the ministry's annual ball.

Dozens of people filled the ear with the pleasant hum of chatter. Political figures brokered treaties and agreements with their allies and foes while the media tried to uncover every scrap of information and gossip they could dredge up.

Though vampires were predators over humans, Jasmine couldn't help but take comfort in the droning of constant voices. She was still mostly human, and thus she was also a social creature. Simply being around others was enjoyable; so much so that when she was stopped by dozens of her fellow partygoers – most of whom she could not name – she took time to listen to what they said and to give them her affable opinion.

No more than a few ever gave her more than a second glance. The magical world had come far since she was a child. Racism and bigotry were still there, but it wasn't the norm, it wasn't polite, and it was thankfully no longer accepted.

She did receive several dark looks, but that may have been because she had flirted with several people who were very clearly married or otherwise attached. The mischievous grin that graced her lips however, was the result of her last conversation. When she had made a pass at Everett Davies, the boyfriend of Tracy Davis, his girlfriend had stepped in, coyly smirked at her and returned the pass in kind.

In her pocket, Jasmine had their address, and an invite to visit sometime when she was unoccupied for a weekend. The memory of Everett's furious blush when he'd realized exactly what Tracy had meant by giving her that sent a thrill of giggles rippling across her chest.

It had been hours since the ball had begun though, and Jasmine needed a drink. As she approached the refreshment table, laid out with all sorts of decadent foods and fine wines, the attendant took note of her and bustled off into the kitchen, emerging with a dark bottle in his hand.

She smiled at the familiar man. Jim was a sweet boy, who had originally been a waiter when she had attended her first ball. He'd taken note of her abstinence of any food or drink, and in a display of inspiration which had later gotten him a large salary bonus, returned to the kitchen and requested one of the cooks apparate to the nearest blood bank for some nourishment fit for a vampire. Jasmine, who had been resigned to a boring night, was delighted, and promptly commended him to his superior.

Bottle in hand, Jasmine began walking back to her own table, but had to spin out of the way of several stumbling politicians who had been knocked aside by some other tripping partygoer. The motion set off a chain reaction in the packed room, and in an effort to try and keep some people standing, she lunged to catch another tumbling patron.

Looking down at the woman in her arms, the ebony haired woman was met with eyes the color of blue sapphires. Fleur Delacour stared up at her from where she was settled in Jasmine's arms. Jasmine looked back down at her, noting with amusement the way the French beauty's face tinged with pink at her position.

They didn't remain that way for long; Jasmine settled her back on her feet quickly and smiled at her radiantly. "Hello Fleur! It's been too long since we last talked to each other," Jasmine said, her voice warm and friendly.

The blonde nodded, returning her smile. "Oui, it has," she replied. Her voice only held the smallest trace of accent. Years in England due to her work at Gringotts had managed to minimize her language difficulties until they were practically nonexistent. "'Ow are you, Jasmine? Gabby has been asking after you for quite a while now, but I 'ave never found the time to make a date to get together."

Jasmine nodded kindly at that. Gabrielle had taken to following the vampiress around for weeks after she had saved the girl's life during the second task during the Triwizard Tournament. Though Jasmine hadn't ever gotten close to the Beauxbaton's champion, she'd taken the little veela under her wing and had tried to teach her a few of the basic schools of magic. Gabrielle had shown particular talent with enchanting, which Jasmine had begun in her second year out of simple curiosity, but neither were very advanced at all in the field during the short span they'd had together.

She'd been heartbroken when the time came for Gabrielle to go back to France; the bubbly little girl had been one of her constant companions.

It had been during that time however that she'd gotten to know Fleur a little. Even though they'd never been friends, her proximity to Gabrielle had ensured that they spent plenty of time together, and by the end of the year each had held a measure of respect for the other, and both stood united in their affection for Gabrielle.

"I'm doing well, Fleur. Had to go on a business trip to Japan just recently – They've been examining how kanji were used in magical inscription a few centuries ago in this random village out in the mountains. Interesting stuff, but not much I haven't looked at before," Jasmine told her.

Her trip hadn't really done much save to divert her attention away from matters at home. Hermione had been crushed when she had to leave, but the return was all the sweeter when it came.

Fleur was intrigued however, being a curse-breaker herself. "And nothing else 'appened while you were at the site?" she asked.

Jasmine shook her head, and began leading the French witch through the tangled crowd back to her table, where the two enjoyed their drinks and each other's company as the night wore on.

When the ball finally closed itself, Fleur invited her over for a nightcap, which she had happily agreed to. Jasmine was secretly thrilled; the platinum haired veela was certainly a catch worth remembering and she was sure she could have her writhing below her within the hour.

So when Fleur returned with their drinks, Jasmine started throwing out her charms. A slight raising of her leg allowed the veela a quick flash of the silky prize underneath Jasmine's dress. When she slowly ran her pink tongue along her lips to collect the last drops of her drink, she made sure that her host was watching.

When Jasmine affected a yawn, she made sure to stretch her arms far above her head; showcasing the bountiful curves through the midnight blue fabric of her dress, the veela apparently decided that she'd had enough of her teasing and promptly crossed over from her couch to straddle the vampiress. Their lips came together in a fiery clash, tongues immediately slipping past their lips to tangle together as their arms caressed and squeezed every bit of exposed flesh they could find.

"I remember when you were just a little girl in the tournament," Fleur panted as they broke apart, her accent rolling syllables into a purr that was dead sexy to Jasmine. Her blue eyes had darkened until they were the exact shade of midnight blue that composed of Jasmine's dress. The vampiress felt that she could drown in those eyes as they sparkled and shifted in the low light. When the blonde haired woman moved the irises seemed to drop away into a bottomless well. As Jasmine peeked through those windows into the French witch's soul she felt herself captivated.

The trance was momentarily broken as their lips met once again. Unsatisfied just kissing her, Fleur's hands determinedly sought out the zipper at the back of Jasmine's dress, tugging at it insistently to loosen the dark fabric from where it clung to her curvy body. Jasmine likewise scrabbled along the backside of Fleur's dress for a zipper, but to her frustration found none.

The veela chuckled throatily, "Eet's a magical dress, Jasmine; when I want it off, it loosens itself for me."

Jasmine growled, "Well I want it off now."

Magic pulsed through her fingernails, ripping into the dress and leaving large tracts of skin exposed to her eyes. Fleur stood up and threw her to the floor.

The veela appeared deeply annoyed, but Jasmine couldn't tear her eyes away from the beautiful woman. Her silvery hair was tousled from their ferocious kiss, and the large tears in her elegant pastel blue dress appeared artful; as if she hadn't torn away at the lovely fabric like a lustful savage and had instead lovingly ripped open each thread with painstaking care and precision.

"Jasmine," Fleur said lowly, rolling the J dangerously, her voice as dark as the gloriously seductive blue eyes that Jasmine found herself once again trapped within, "I liked this dress. You tore it."

"I like you better out of it," Jasmine replied wickedly, a deviant glint in her eyes the only sign that she wasn't fully entrapped by the veela's persistent allure.

"Well. You are just going to 'ave to pay for it then," Fleur told her with a fatal curve of those pale, pink lips. "One way or another."

The veela stalked forward, a predator hunting its prey as Jasmine felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the bottomless pools of Fleur's eyes. She began to feel lightheaded and numb, but paradoxically every sensation that passed through her body was amplified hundredfold.

"Maybe I should punish you," Fleur suggested, her lips curling into an arrogant smirk.

"Yes… punish…" Jasmine said sleepily, as if she were half within a dream. She internally frowned as her wavering thoughts continued to yank her out of reality and back into the beautiful blue that hypnotized her. She fought for control, but found her will increasingly shoved into a corner in favor of the haze that shrouded her consciousness. The allure that was trying to snare her.

No, that wasn't right. It wasn't the allure that was making her like this; it was Jasmine herself that was listening to Fleur. She wanted this. The allure was only showing her what she wanted, and she should listen to it.

"Jasmine, Ma belle, even you can't stand a veela's allure at its strongest," Fleur cooed, cupping Jasmine's cheek. The vampiress leaned into the touch, her eyelids drooping shut contentedly, a soft, happy smile taking over her face.

The hand tightened minutely, and Jasmine's mind sluggishly tried to comprehend what was happening to her before her body lit up with utter euphoria. Her conscious mind temporarily ceased to exist as the silver-haired veela exerted her allure to its fullest extent, lighting up every nerve in Jasmine's body with excruciating pleasure as the ebon-haired woman writhed below the silver haired goddess with eyes like sapphires delivering her to rapture.

Listen to your mistress. Obedience is pleasure.

The Blue – the wonderful, beautiful Blue – whispered in Jasmine's helpless mind. She would listen to her goddess – her mistress; how could she not? Her mistress gave her wonderful pleasure, so she would give it back tenfold to express her gratitude. Her obscenely pleasured sobs that were also screams were omnipresent in the room.

Good. You want to obey. Obedience is Pleasure.

"Obedience…Pleasure…" Jasmine rasped in a daze, the words echoing throughout her psyche and burning themselves across her subconscious as the blue stroked and caressed her thoughts.

You understand. You obey. Your reward…

Joy. Pride. Anticipation.

Come!

Bliss.

Jasmine's body, no longer hers, arched as her internal muscles instantly began convulsing. Her voice cut off from her ecstatic high as she found herself unable to breathe, the force of her release hitting her like a sledgehammer to the gut as all mortal limitations ceased to exist for her.

Fleur watched as the vampiress' orgasm began to taper off, a satisfied smirk gracing her inhumanly perfect face. The girl was not the first to try to seduce her; that had begun years ago and would probably continue until the day she died, but there was a certain thrill to conquering the statuesque, devious little vampire. Jasmine had developed somewhat of a reputation among friends as not only dominant, but also utterly insatiable. It was empowering – intoxicating.

It would be a good night, Fleur decided.

As Jasmine's orgasm finally ceased in its entirety, leaving her limp as a ragdoll on the floor, Fleur knelt to gather the lifeless girl in her arms, easily managing her light bulk as she carried her to her bedroom.

The vampiress didn't resist, instead curling up against the veela to shiver excitedly in response to the Blue's sultry whispers. It sang to her a song of lust and passion that wafted through her nostrils like a powerful aphrodisiac, soaking her tingling nether-lips and making fire pool in her belly. Jasmine tried to follow the rhythm of the music, humming quietly and incomprehensibly, but couldn't carry the tune. She focused harder to follow it, and only fell deeper and deeper into the trance.

She vaguely felt her bare legs contact a surface of cool silk, and wiggled with delight as long fingers pressed against her soaked core through her dark panties.

"Undress me, Jasmine," Fleur commanded, barely pausing to suck the small amount of moisture that she'd gathered from Jasmine from her fingers. The vampiress was delicious.

Reverently, Jasmine crawled over to Fleur, allowing the Blue to whisper instructions to her eagerly receptive subconscious. Her hands took the shoulder straps of the veela's dress and pulled them away from Fleur's shoulders and dragging them, and the torn dress down her arms and body. The formerly tight dress loosely pooled onto the ground – magic really was amazing – revealing Fleur's sinfully transparent lingerie.

The veela smirked, "Do you like my attire, Jasmine?" She very clearly pronounced her name in that delightfully sexy accent, mangling the first letter of the vampiress' name with a purr.

Touch her. Worship her.

The Blue wrapped ribbons around her thoughts, tangling and pulling and twisting them where it decided. Jasmine couldn't form a coherent thought if she tried. She didn't want to. The Blue told her that she wanted to listen. To obey. Obedience is Pleasure.

Obey.

Jasmine crawled forward on the bed to where Fleur sat down on the edge, facing away from her. The veela did not look at Jasmine, waiting patiently as the vampiress slid to the ground to kneel at her feet, gazing worshipfully up at her.

"Begin with my feet, Jasmine; they are so sore from all of the walking I 'ave done this week," Fleur commanded her.

She took Fleur's right foot first. It was pale and tiny, perfectly formed with smooth, unpainted nails that were cut to just the right length. Like her legs, they were perfectly hairless, the skin smooth and soft and unresisting to Jasmine's touch as she stroked and massaged the tired muscles.

Jasmine gripped the entire appendage in her hands, moving to the bottom where she could dig her thumbs into the heel, pressing down hard and dragging the pressure up across the arch to the ball and back again.

"Good Jasmine, that 'Ees very good," Fleur groaned, her toes flexing and stretching themselves as Jasmine continued to work the loosening muscles.

The vampiress shivered mindlessly. The Blue whispered praise and she smiled.

The other foot now.

Jasmine obeyed, taking Fleur's left foot in her hands and rubbing into the impossibly soft skin. She took her time, carefully dragging her thumbs up and down as she persuaded the muscles to relax. She leant down to place small kisses against the perfect bones of Fleur's ankle, nuzzling against those perfect structures as she began to move up the veela's leg in response to the Blue's prompting.

She massaged the lean calves, taking delight in the miles of perfect skin that she loved to stroke and kiss and caress.

Stop.

Jasmine could do nothing but obey. Her mind had long since been overcome by the beautiful Blue that wrapped her thoughts in warm, soft chains of silk and liquid quicksilver.

Get up. Straddle your Mistress. Kiss her. Worship your Goddess.

Their silk-clad cores briefly ground together as Jasmine settled herself in Fleur's lap, the veela wrapping her arms around the helplessly ensnared girl.

"You love this, Jasmine?" Fleur asked, her arrogant smile causing Jasmine's pulse to quicken erratically.

Jasmine attached her lips to Fleur's throat, sucking and licking the skin she found. It was soft and warm and perfect like the rest of her, and Jasmine suckled the flesh like it was a candied sweet; a rare treasure to be savored but also devoured and delighted in.

Their lips came together as the Blue whispered to her. Jasmine's own impossibly soft, pillowy lips meeting Fleur's hungry pair. The veela noted that Jasmine's were ruby compared to her own pale pink. It contrasted the vampire's pale complexion marvelously, and the she couldn't help but moan as their tongues briefly met in a short duel that Jasmine didn't have the willpower to win.

Fleur's tongue explored Jasmine's mouth, tracing her gums and teeth and tasting the sweet flavor of her saliva. She lashed the vampiress' tongue; made it fall back and submit to her.

They separated, both panting from lack of oxygen. Not willing to wait, Fleur pressed both of her hands against Jasmine's head, pushing her down towards her breasts where her pale pink nipples poked through the transparent wisps of lace that passed for her bra.

Maybe this could be considered a mistake. From a certain perspective, it almost certainly would be. To most sexually responsive people, perhaps not. Life is strange, and sex tends to be good no matter how it's done so long as both partners are willing and able.

When a veela is involved, however, sex tends to cross a line heretofore considered uncrossed by others but that undoubtedly led to places that were known to most as quite simply excellent.

Jasmine, fully under the thrall of Fleur's allure, was still a living, breathing organism. Having her conscious thoughts taken away didn't change this fact. When Fleur dragged the vampiress down from her head to her chest, Jasmine's instincts flared upon sensing the pounding pulse rate which the veela had acquired during their intense snog.

Those instincts demanded she take advantage of such a position. Acting without conscious thought, the ebon-haired woman lunged towards the veela's throat, her razor-sharp fangs clamping down against the sumptuous curve of Fleur's neck as a wave of blood that burned like it was made of living flame seared her tongue and throat and made her body sing with the imbibed magic.

"A-ah! J-Jasmine! Sto-ooooopppp…" Fleur cried out, her protests dying in her throat as the aphrodisiac effect of Jasmine's venom – released on pure instinct – took immediate effect and drowned her body in arousal.

The dominant vibe that Fleur had ridden since the very beginning of their encounter was shattered as the veela shuddered from the feeling of her lifeblood being drained; from the pulsing ecstasy that radiated from where the vampiress eagerly drank from her throat and made her mind go cloudy with pleasure.

S-stop. Obedience is…is P-pleasure. L-listen to your Mistress!

The Blue's voice was diminished, the allure's power compromised by the lapse in Fleur's concentration. Jasmine was able to think; about where she was, what she was doing, and what she would do.

She clamped down harder against the veela's throat. Fleur keened.

The veela had ceased her thrashing by this point, and Jasmine slowly pushed her downwards until her back made contact with the silky sheets, still sucking at the wounds in Fleur's throat. The veela's perfect body began to pale slightly as the loss of so much blood took its toll.

Fleur quivered meekly, her enrapturing eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling, half-lidded and dazed as the sounds of the vampiress sucking in time with her pulse filled her ears.

Jasmine pulled away, a short burst of magic sealing the wounds in Fleur's neck, leaving perfectly circular scars as her own personal mark of conquest. The two woman sat there, panting and too stunned to do much of anything.

Until a surge of heat relit the inferno within Jasmine's core that had gone dormant for a short time. Her panting intensified as she took in the vulnerable body of the veela that had so easily dominated her thoughts.

Jasmine grinned; a dark, toothy grin. She would make this bitch pay for screwing with her thoughts.

Ignoring her prey on the bed, Jasmine cast her eyes around the room, searching for her wand. She rolled her eyes in disgust when she remembered it was tucked into the dress that Fleur had torn off of her earlier.

Her gaze alit onto Fleur's dress.

Bingo.

The vampiress felt the veela's wand strain its will against hers; temperamental didn't even begin to describe it as she struggled to make it comply with her wishes. Veela were creatures of flame; chaotic and uncontrollable by nature.

Jasmine snarled and extinguished its resistance. It didn't have a fucking allure to screw with her mind; she was not going to be foiled by a touchy piece of wood.

Perhaps she was just a little pissed off at being dominated. That was HER gig.

She pulled off her bra and cast it aside, sliding out of her absolutely drenched panties in a fluid motion that belied all evidence that she had already endured a mind-breaking orgasm. Jasmine smiled as an idea came to her. Walking up to the veela she balled up the cool fabric of her panties and shoved it into boneless woman's mouth, quickly conjuring a long silk ribbon and gagging it with her.

Fleur made some faint, muffled sounds behind her impromptu gag. Jasmine ignored her and knotted the ribbon harshly behind Fleur's head. The veela shivered in anticipation as Jasmine dragged the tip of her own wand along the column of her spine.

"You know Fleur, the submissive look suits you," Jasmine said lightly, ignoring the silver-haired woman's enraged protests. "No, actually there's something missing."

The wand flickered, and Fleur's bra dropped to the bed.

"You see? Isn't that so much better?"

Fleur was suddenly very silent. Jasmine's voice had taken on an entirely different tone. It was much lower, and suddenly that slight accent she had developed through her frequent travels was dripping sinfully from every vowel.

Jasmine continued on, her voice still affecting conversation. "You see, Fleur. I've got a reputation to uphold. I can't let it get around that I was acting like an obedient little puppy dog just earlier."

The wand continued to trace itself up and down Fleur's spine, the faint buzz of magic at the tip causing the fine hair at the base of Fleur's neck to stand up as she realized the vampiress was far more agitated than she appeared.

"Turn around."

Fleur hesitated, wondering just where the vampiress was going to take this.

"Crucio."

A strangled scream escaped her throat as agony and pleasure combined assaulted her. It was as if she was being bathed liberally in molten lava – No – she was being assaulted with dozens upon dozens of lightning bolts that fried her body and crushed her bones – No – She was being carved into pieces, lines of cold emotionless steel parting her skin like it was soft cream.

And yet it was not like the Cruciatus curse she was used to.

It was painful; incredibly so, but the sensations shooting through her were not dissimilar to anything she felt when she was reaching the heights of ecstasy and orgasm would provide her. The heat was unbearable, and yet she wanted more. The lightning that shattered her concentration and left her reeling was equal parts arousing pain and unspeakable pleasure. The knives were the single constant in this reality of overloaded sensations; she welcomed the anchor to sanity they provided.

Was this insanity?

"Cruciamo."

It was over. She was face down on the bed, shivering bonelessly as she failed to command her limbs to move. Jasmine was behind her. Fleur didn't know what she was doing.

Her shivering stilled as a cool hand shifted her long silvery hair to the side, brushing at the nape of her neck comfortingly.

"Did you enjoy that, Fleur? The Cruciatus Curse is actually quite esoteric if you put your mind to it."

Jasmine began to braid her hair as she talked.

"You see, while it was designed as a malicious torture curse, creative minds have found many more uses for it over the years. What it does, at its most basic level, is light up your nervous system like a Christmas tree; what most people fail to realize is that everything beyond that is pretty much up to the caster."

The familiar feeling of her hair being twisted together comforted Fleur as she collected herself. Her sister had always loved to braid her hair. They'd sit and talk for hours as Gabrielle's hands worked endlessly, braiding her silver locks and letting them fall loose so she could do it over and over.

"For example, nerves don't have one signal they send off. As you might have guessed, two of the main things we feel are pleasure and pain."

Jasmine finished the braid, letting it settle over her right shoulder. Fleur had ceased to tremble by this point, and sat perfectly still as Jasmine monologued.

"So! With proper control – and without funneling hate into it like most psychos seem prone to do – one can actually focus those sensations into what they want. It's still a torture curse, but I think we both know that torture is immensely contextual."

The vampire was whispering into her ear now.

"What I gave you was a mix, Fleur. Pleasure and pain in equal amounts. Just a warning, 'kay? You ever use your allure on me like that without my permission again, and you'll get another taste of it and we can repeat the lesson 'till it sticks."

The veela nodded.

"Good. Turn around now."

She didn't hesitate to obey now.

When she tried to meet the vampiress' eyes, her resolve crumbled and her gaze dropped. Her eyes, normally breath-taking emerald green were tarnished black. The iron resolve that burned deep within them cowed her, even as her inner fire chafed at the submission.

The wand was on her again, gliding over her naked belly and up her chest. Fleur watched it flicker out of sight as it traced the side of her neck up to her earlobe, and shuddered as it moved down to circle her nipple. The magic that leaked out of the magical instrument spread goosebumps across her skin.

"Fleur?"

Galvanized, she looked unto the vampiress' eyes. They were filled with wicked mirth.

"Enjoy."

Pleasure.

Unspeakable, unendurable ecstasy. Fire lashed her. Lightning arched through her body. Fleur howled through the gag as Jasmine's Crucio lashed her body; this time there was none of the pain to ground her. She was adrift in a sea of sensation without any hope of stability to ground her and keep her sane.

She was vaguely aware of certain things. She was thrashing on the sheets, her nude body completely on display for Jasmine to admire as she squirmed and sobbed as she was bombarded with too much pleasure.

It was intoxicating; addicting, even. If Jasmine had offered to continue doing this to her until her heart stopped beating, Fleur didn't think she'd refuse.

The vampiress was tracing the wand over her still. She could tell because the epicenter of the curse followed the tip. It was at her throat, choking her and strangling her keening. It was in her breast, and her nipple was on fire as that fucking wand circled her hypersensitive fucking areola.

The wand moved south. Fleur wailed thrashing desperately to escape the crippling gratification.

Jasmine said something to her. Fleur couldn't decipher whatever it was.

The wand tip traced the swollen, throbbing lips of her core, gathering some of her warm essence. Fleur was beginning to lose what remained of her rational thinking. She couldn't even conceive of how badly she wanted this to stop, and of how desperately she wanted this to never end.

The curse ended, and Fleur once again went limp.

Her body felt raw and slightly numb. Her breathing was ragged. In the chaos of her mind, Fleur warred with herself.

The veela within her strained against her consciousness. It was not submissive by nature, and being left so vulnerable by this younger competitor had left it fuming.

Fleur would normally be able to handle her inner veela. She'd mastered doing that years ago in her childhood. In her exhausted state, however, her will crumbled and she felt a burst of adrenaline as a fierce fury began to take a hold of her; giving her strength and providing her inspiration for what she'd do.

She'd gag Jasmine and put her under that damn curse; watch her writhe until she was a helpless little shell that she could keep forever in her nest.

The rosewood wand slipped easily into her heat, reaching in several inches. In the very instant before Jasmine spoke, Fleur and her veela both felt a sharp spike of fear and elation.

They both wanted this. Perhaps the veela would fight tooth and nail forever, but it was only mortal.

"Crucio."

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Jasmine vaguely wondered whether she'd gone too far.

The better part of her didn't think so. While in all honesty Jasmine didn't mind being put under the allure, that was definitely a line that should have been asked permission to be crossed. At that intensity, a veela's allure was basically a high-powered Imperius curse with a natural predilection to targeting basic urges.

A well-organized mind can fight an Imperius curse because it's logical; you don't want to be controlled because that's probably not good for your health in the long run.

No mind, organized or not, can withstand hormones.

So, she didn't feel too bad using her modified Cruciatus, even if Fleur was perhaps a little too loopy right now.

Jasmine had ceased the curse once the veela had stopped thrashing. While it was interesting and more than a little arousing watching an adult veela's orgasm stretch on uncontrollably, she didn't want to cause actual damage to her friend's mental state.

If Fleur didn't have the biggest shit-eating grin on her face tomorrow morning, then Jasmine was stumped for ideas as to how to put her in that state. The silver-haired woman had come for three minutes straight. And the last thirty seconds was after Jasmine had stopped!

Her conquest did look supremely ravished though.

The veela's hair was still in the braid Jasmine had put it into. Small locks had escaped, making the normally perfectly ordered and beautiful veela to look decidedly scraggly. The bite marks that Jasmine had left on Fleur's neck were already darkened; she'd need to wear a scarf out in public if she wanted to keep them hidden.

And the smell.

By gods, the smell was addicting. The potent smell of sex pervaded the room, making Jasmine's pulse race and her core burn.

A pity Fleur hadn't lasted so long. Jasmine was always happier pleasuring [and tormenting] her lovers, but considering the state she'd left the veela in she felt she deserved just a little more attention.

Jasmine tensed as she heard the faint sound of a key entering a doorknob, and the following creak of the front door opening.

"Fleur? Fleur! It's Gabby! I need your help with something!"

The vampire stared at the wall, as if trying to pierce the plaster barring her visual access to the sister of her most recent conquest.

Her core burned, and her lips parted in a wicked smile.

'Fate, if I ever find a way to meet you, I owe you a roll in the sack.'

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So, this chapter was a bitch to write. I've had the idea halfway through writing Hermione's chapter, and it's taken until now to finally get it out. My deepest apologies about that.

At any rate, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. This chapter was decidedly odd, since it's been changing pretty much since the beginning. It was never meant to be a dominance game; it was never meant to involve the allure; it was never meant to involve the cruciatus curse of all things - that was an idea I had literally half an hour ago that finally got me the necessary length to feel comfortable releasing this.

If you have thoughts as to how that was implemented, please let me know. I enjoy chatting with readers, and any at all helps me drive myself to continue writing. Reviews also help inspire me to get thinking about this; I know you're all out there - I have traffic stats to show for it!

Ah, not meaning to nag, do what you all want, I'll still write these :)

Farewell, dear readers, and have a merry afterglow!

-Valasania the Pale