a/n - 18+ ✌️😗, also to apologise being late

Illecebrous

"Tending to attract; enticing"

17th January 1997

"Touch my wife again, you will see where your hands will be," Athena monotonously said, glaring at the Italian Auror she was dueling. He took it personal. Silver weaves from her useable arm held his arms behind his back, if he dared to make a move on her wife—those arms will be gone.

"What?"He laughed as she dodged a spell, "You married a Veela? Fucking delusional—she is using you, Captain."

They decided to have a free for all til the last 16 remained.

"Veela or not, she is my wife," Athena gritted through her teeth, glaring at the Auror and Fleur swallowed her words, seeing how awful her wife was. "Take a step back or I swear to the Gods, you won't be able to use your arms, Antonio."

He tested her—Athena broke his arms. With horror in his eyes, he screeched in pain as Athena, still being nice, wrapped him in sand and holed him up in a wall. The healers could come on the field to take any injured participants. There were more of them this time round because of Athena's lack of—the better word is morality.

No one could have heard what the Ashryver was saying, except for the people around them. They assumed Athena was only doing it for a friend—right, always a friend, never a wife despite knowing that Athena is very well in love with women and is flirting the Crown Princess of Japan.

"You did a nasty one," Lucian commented, apparated beside his daughter and watched everything unfold.

"Okay?" Athena whispered, nodding at her wife and received a soft thank you from Fleur. "Well, he touched my wife."

"And you were being nice too," Lucian joked, watching Antonio just writhing in pain as the healers took him away. It seems like Mackenzie is here—her work has been nothing but phenomenal. "Kenz is here too, did you know?"

Mackenzie's face was filled with distraught and cringed when she check the intensity of Athena's anger on the Italian's arm before making peace with it—no one should have touched Fleur. Athena laughed at her, "Yeah I do, we met yesterday. I think her group came the day before yesterday."

Jodie appeared behind Athena and made her jump, her wand, immediately, in her face. The Belgian raised her hands up high to show a truce.

"I should apparate next to you—next time."

Athena let out a breathy chuckle and somewhat surprised with the power of Princess Kaguya. She had only been holding back a lot of her talent. A lot of people had been targeting the woman and Athena had been covering her back from where she is; not that she needed any.

Before they know it, they had announced the Final 16.

"Finally, lunch?" Athena asked, poking her dad's bicep and looked over to Jodie, making sure she is invited too.

"I got a date."

"Oh really? Who?" Athena smirked, her eyebrow raised in question and laughed when the red crept up Jodie's neck.

She confessed, "Kaguya."

"Huh?!" The father and daughter exclaimed, surprised is not the only thing they felt when they heard her. Jodie stammered, trying to explain herself and struggled even more when the Crown Princess of Japan appeared behind her, her chin on the young Auror's shoulder and her arms wrapped around Jodie's waist. "Hah?!"

"L-look, I was surprised too but after the Ball the other day and t-the sleeping—"

"What?!"

Jodie let out a whimper, realising the hole she dug herself in and really wanted to kill herself. As much as the both of them like flirting with a married woman named Athena Ashryver, they really wanted each other.

"We had fun," Kaguya gestures between the three of them while Lucian just dumbfounded behind his daughter, "I want her more."

"Oh Princess, you missed the chance to sleep with me," Athena pouted and Fleur perked up at the statement, which Athena smirked, provoking her wife. Kaguya's eyebrow raised, glancing at Fleur and laughed into the crook of Jodie's warm and flushed neck.

"Maybe we will borrow you from your wife."

Fleur jumped at the chance, wanting to step in but Athena grabbed her dad's arm and disappeared from their sights. Camille spared a glance at her daughter-in-law after her daughter's cheekiness, just to provoke the desperate Veela.

"You will not borrow my wife!"

"You denied her pleasure—oh, her whining is frankly amazing."

— | —

Athena moaned, legs trying to close as Fleur teased her clit and her hands on Athena's waist to hold her steady. The desperation in her voice could be heard from miles away with her hand running through the silky silver blonde hair. Her dislocated arm still strapped to her body and Athena is annoyed about it.

Fleur was on her knees, Athena's dress hiked up. The silky green dress just falling apart as her aggressiveness took over—a contrast to Fleur's black dress. The Captain showed everything, from her scars to bruise to her cleavage to her gorgeous back muscles. The Veela knew her mother-in-law helped her with this because no way in hell, Athena would find this so last minute. She could not remove her eyes from Athena's body, the moment they met in the hallways.

Fleur had to excuse herself from the group.

"You disappeared for the entire fucking day," Fleur stated, her lips and breaths against Athena's pussy as she spoke. Her wife smirked, looking down at her. Her golden eyes quite literally lit up in the dark office, twinkling with mischief and evident desire as the only light source from the street lamps of Germany but it showed every features of Athena's which Fleur desperately love and need every single fucking day. "And you showed up in this?"

"I have become a horny animal because of you—should have fucked me yesterday." Her hand pulled on the locks and forced Fleur to tilt her back, her lips covered in her arousal. "Look at what you have done, I am so wet baby."

"Athena." Her voice hitched in her throat, Athena's desires, for the first time, overpowered hers. Her eyes trained on the arousal dripping from her wife's thigh, swallowing the thirst for it.

"Fuck me senseless," Athena whispered, breathtakingly as the light made her into a goddess. "Fuck me harder than you ever did. Fuck me right here, on this man's desk, and anyone could walk in."

Fleur would have been lying to herself if she was not turned on by this side of Athena's.

Her wife loosened her grip on her hair and she dove right in. She watched her wife's eyes fluttered closed in blissful surrender, her mouth slightly parted before she bit her bottom lip to cover a moan slipping through.

No complaints as she meticulously used her tongue to pleasure her wife, who was so desperate for her and was denied for weeks.

And she regretted every bit of it because of the intensive work Athena had been going through.

The former Delacour always forget that the Ashryver does not give a shit.

"That's it," she huffed, her grip tightened and Fleur let out a soft moan against her clit. "More. I need more."

A fucking whimper.

Her leg was swung over Fleur's shoulder, a new angle where her wife's tongue can go deeper. The moans cannot be held back, slouching forward and barely stabilising herself, she pulled on Fleur's hair even more.

Oh, the Veela dared to look up. A smirk laced her face, eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure—Athena was in ecstasy.

"What are you smirking about?" Apolline asked, wondering why there are so many guests in the Ball, including her family.

"My daughter is being fucked into the heavens right now."

"Desperate little shit," Juliette added. It has become a norm to find out Athena's pleasure amidst the events like this. She will not deny that she and Camille do the same with their partners. It was the only way to ease themselves from the overwhelming crowd.

They use their stress relievers (their partners) anywhere at the given chance.

"My Gods," Athena let out, bit her bottom lip to hide another obnoxiously loud moan. Fleur's tongue was relentless, going deeper and hitting the right and wonderful spots with furious intensity which only intensify the desperation Athena is experiencing. Her arousal dripped down Fleur's chin and she felt amazing.

Another guttural moan left her mouth with Fleur easily slipping a finger in—she was drenched, no problem with slipping another finger. The Auror was breathless and trembling, her head tilted back with her hand removed from her wife's hair to support herself on the desk.

"You are the perfect woman for me," Athena groaned, raw with desire and Fleur did not stop, her fingers in and out, her tongue drawing circles.

"I married the perfect woman, no one can say otherwise." She struggled to catch her breath, her body pulsing with pleasure as she reaching her climax.

"I'm coming," Athena whined, looking back down at Fleur, still on her knees with no complaints. Their eyes locked, a silent invitation and permission—Athena coming undone, almost losing her balance.

'Her taste is so fucking perfect,' Her thought, eyes scanning every feature and still holding Athena upright, letting ride the high for a little longer. 'That damned smirk.'

"I need more—I am desperate."

"What?"

"I need more," Athena pleaded, her hand on Fleur's flushed cheek, so warm against her hand. "Don't tell me you don't want to fuck me after all the flirting you had witness? This time was on purpose—to rile you up, my love."

Fleur stunned in silence as she watched Athena pleading for more, begging when she is quite sensitive. A shiver went down her spine, getting up from her knees.

The hold Athena has on her is embarrassing.

— | —

"An hour?!" Apolline shouted in a hushed tone and Fleur gave her an awkward smile, the taste of her wife's taste lingered on her tongue. All she did, was service to her wife. "You are lucky we came early!"

She was taken aback, zoned out from her mother's scolding and her eyes trained on her wife, casually conversing with her mother and the German Minister. Images from recent escapades will not leave her mind.

Fleur fucked Athena to oblivion in someone's office and her wife wanted more.

What has gotten into Athena?

Once the Minister left, Camille pulled her daughter close, "Whose office?"

"No idea—cleaned up though, quite thoroughly."

"Was it enough?"

"Surprisingly, no—I wanted more."

"Crowded parties makes us insane."

"Very true—hello, Antonio, how are the arms?"

"Fucked, thanks to you," He voiced, his shoulders are strapped to his body, making him look like an idiot. A waiter with a tray of whiskey which Antonio had locked his eyes on—Athena to piss him off, she took two glasses of it and downed one while savouring the other.

"Should've listened."

Camille pursed her lips, forcing herself to drink champagne and hoped for the best she does not choke on it. Athena's smile got even bigger to catch a glimpse of her best friend.

"Bitch! It is good to see you!" Mackenzie cheered, wrapping her arms around her best friend. Antonio just pushed away. Athena laughed and hold her even tighter. The Healer could not be prouder to see her best friend showing everything—especially her scars, even the ones she inflicted on herself. "You are on display now?"

"Felt cheeky."

Mackenzie glanced at the frustrated Veela across the room, holding onto that champagne glass for dear life—visibly holding herself back, witnessing every pair of eyes on her wife. Athena had no shame because she would also liked that everyone stayed away from her; that backfired, a lot of people still wanted to talk to her.

Everyone was like a moth to her flame.

Her back dangerously exposed like never before at this high level of a party—covered in scars, bruises (maybe a couple of hickeys) and just defined, toned muscles. Just a fine woman. The only reason Fleur detest this green silk dress because it captured Athena's body too perfectly, she should be the only one to see all of that.

It was selfish of her.

It really was.

"You will be fucked into oblivion tonight—"

Athena brought the whiskey to her lips as she corrected her best friend, "All night."

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, bringing her hands up to Athena's injured shoulder and she released a lot of tension and pain in it. She will need to numb as much pain as she could to let the Auror have as much fun as she expected. Athena could run on sex—quite literally.

"The strap can go—you'll be fine for the night." Mackenzie waved her hand as the other held Athena's arm, the strap was gone and she helped with stretching of her shoulder. "Tomorrow, have to wear it again."

"Alright everyone! Shall we get to dancing?" The Host announce, people scurrying to find a partner and an awful lot surrounded Athena's wife. The Heiress was hesistant, not knowing what to do as she watched Fleur thinking about it. She had to push through the crowd; an awfully lot of touching. With a surge of determination, she pushed through a line of men and held her hand out. She rolled her shoulders, giving her wife an awkward smile.

Her eyes begging for her help.

The emerald silk green dress stood out in the line of black suits—the woman wearing it caught everyone's attention. She was elegance as their eyes caught one another.

Fleur did not hesitate to smashed their lips together—surprising everyone, even Athena herself. The aggressive kiss send a shiver down Athena's spine, her hands holding the Brunette's head and she could feel the heat in her cheeks.

The men around the two, offended at the gesture while their friends in back smiling.

"Good for her," Kaguya laughed, having her arm wrapped around Jodie's waist. Her father nodded at the Auror, giving her the approval. His daughter never looked more happy despite only meeting Jodie for two weeks. Jodie hummed, looking at the Crown Princess and hoped this thing between the two of them will last til the end of times.

Camille laughing with her husband, noticing the red on their daughter's ear and Juliette was snickering with Vanessa, seeing how all the attention were on the young couple.

"Ma Cherie."

"My Love."

"You are flustered."

"I am not—" Athena cleared her throat as Fleur slipped her hand in hers. People around were having mixed emotion, from disgust to admiration. "Not a big fan of public affections."

"But I love them," Fleur whispered, leading her wife to the dance floor and took their place.

"I know—I just have to suck it up."

"Tell me if you are uncomfortable though."

"I am not. You are my wife," Athena stated, her hand found its place on Fleur's shoulder while Fleur's hand on her back. "I am the only one get to show you to the world."

Her wife pulled Athena closer, their body flushed with one another and their lips inches apart. Effortlessly gliding across the ballroom in perfect synchrony, Athena moved with Fleur's lead with unwavering trust. They were gentle with one another, Athena never enjoyed herself this much on the floor.

Not even the Yule Ball back in their seventh year.

They always love the Waltz.

There was a partner swap in between and they both prayed either their parents were close or Athena would be sent into a spiral being touched by another person.

"My sweet daughter."

"Father."

"Your wife looks quite flustered with your mother."

Athena turned to catch a glimpse and her wife could barely compose herself as Camille lead in the dance. The pure masculinity her mother always had hidden for quite some time appeared. Lucian smiled softly as his daughter's laughter, also with how his wife had been carefree this entire event—all he could do was smile.

And no one else can catch the attention like the Delacours.

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