The far larger second wave doesn't act even remotely the same as the first. They approach him with hunger in their eyes and an aggression that makes it clear they think they have him right where they want him.
Briefly, Harry considers the idea of playing up what they expect from him at this point. He could pretend they have him on the ropes and are wearing them out. He could act like he's exhausted and lull them into a false sense of security.
Alas… when the first Incarcerous spells start flying, Harry can't bring himself to do it. As some of the veela try to bind him and hold him in place, his eyes flash and he turns their magic right back on them. Magical rope zipping in his direction stops in place, trembling for a moment before turning right back around and returning to sender.
One by one, the beautiful naked veela who tried to tie him up end up in bondage themselves, hogtied and on the ground as they squirm in place. Nobody stops to help them though, not even their own allies. Rather, they're each left where they lie, taking a good twenty out of the running for the time being right then and there.
He'll get to them later. First, he has dozens upon dozens of hungry, horny veela to attend to. These are the MILFs of the coven, to put it bluntly. The cougars remain on the sidelines, watching on. It wouldn't be right to call the oldest generation 'elders' even if that's what they are, purely because… well, none of them has a single gray hair or wrinkle to be seen.
Still, the cougars don't move a muscle. The MILFs though? They come in force. And Harry… Harry is there to meet them.
If they're surprised that he's not already close to succumbing to exhaustion, they don't show it. Much more experienced hands roam across his body, while also insistently grabbing onto his wrists and bringing his hands to theirs. Mouths slide across his naked flesh, slurping up sweat and pussy juices galore from the first wave.
Eyes glitter with avarice, hunger, and ambition as they all crowd around him, staring up at him with an aggressive delight that puts those of the younger generation to shame.
He'd been right to refer to the first wave as a scouting force. The second wave seems to believe they have his measure now. Even if he's not exhausted yet, they clearly believe he's been lulled into a false sense of security. Harry just smiles, even as he fingers gushing wet cunts, sucks on offered up tits, and feels his cock enveloped in warm, wet mouths one after the other.
Do they really think they have a chance? Its cute, in a way. At the same time… he's done holding back. They might outnumber him, with a hundred bodies, a hundred mouths, and a hundred pairs of hands… but where they were a hundred strong, he was a hundred in one.
His magic pulses out of him like a wave. Knees buckle, MILFs moan, and Harry's fingers drive up into twitching cunts as those two in particular orgasm upon his digits on the spot. In the same exact moment, Harry does something he's never done before. He reaches out and offers them the binding without actually inserting his cock into them.
They accept it, of course. Its what they're all here for after all. Their entire goal is to have him bind them all to him so they can overwhelm him with their magic. Of course, that doesn't stop their eyes from widening and then rolling back in their skulls as their tongues loll out of their mouths in a truly ridiculous fashion.
Their surprise is understandable though. Until now, Harry has never shown the ability to bind a witch without being buried to the hilt inside of their cunts. But today is a day for changes it would seem, and with how much power he has roaring through him already… he doesn't need to go off of the old rules anymore.
There's a brief pause as the two women he's just fingered to completion before connecting to their magic fall back, unconscious and looking quite satiated. But the rest don't let it hold them back for long. Harry just smiles and gets to work.
Everyone here wants the same thing, after all. There's no resistance, no reluctance. They want to be bound by him and Harry wants to bind them. The only divergence is in what everyone expects to happen at the end of all of this. They believe he can't handle the amount of magic they're offering him. They think he'll have no choice but to bow to their collective wisdom.
They couldn't be more wrong and Harry… Harry just can't be bothered to pretend otherwise. Nor can he be bothered to waste even a second beyond what he needs to at this point in time.
Flesh slapping against flesh, fingers in and out of orifices, his big fat cock pistoning freely in cunts and mouths. Harry shows no mercy and in return, the veela all around him fall one by one. His magic reaches out for theirs and they accept the connections again and again, allowing him to bind their magic to him, allowing him to make them part of his wizard's coven.
The amount of magic he has access to explodes as ten, followed by twenty, followed by thirty… all join the collective. They think that explosion will be too much to handle, but again, they don't have all of the information they need to know what's happening right now. They don't know that Harry came here today not with the magic of a handful of witches, but rather with the magic of over fifty flowing through him.
By the time Harry reaches the last twenty or so veela, who got themselves tied up by their own magical binding spells, he has an amused and somewhat affectionate smile on his face, even as he works his way through them all a few at a time. Lining them up in front of him in a row is easy, and from there he simply thrusts into one beautifully tight veela cunt while palming the asses of the two on either side before fingering them to completion.
Three by three, he binds the rest of the second wave. No doubt he's tackled them far faster than they expected. Far faster than the rest expected as well, he suspects.
Finally, with more than three quarters of the veela coven dominated, Harry rises to his feet and turns to the rest. The last group of veela left standing. The eldest and the wisest, the most experienced and long lived. Though looking at them, you certainly wouldn't know it at a glance.
Sure, their robes had been a little bit more ostentatious than the others, marking them as higher up in the coven. But once they removed those, they exposed bodies just as gorgeous and beautiful as that of the second wave. Paradoxically soft and firm in all the right ways. Full, matured… but none of them look a day over forty.
Harry's cock, still rock hard and ready for more, bobs up and down as he saunters out of the center of the chamber over to them all. He raises an eyebrow and quirks up the corner of his mouth in a smirk as if to say 'Well?'.
Out of the mix, the Veela Matriarch steps. Regal as ever despite her nudity, she looks at him for a long moment before smiling softly and dipping her head.
"We underestimated you, Harry Potter."
He's not even breathing hard. So yes, they definitely did. They thought to overwhelm him, but the truth was… Harry was ready for the amount of magic they offered up. He was ready and able to utilize it to the best of his abilities going forward.
"It happens a lot, if I'm being honest."
The Matriarch's lips quirk up a bit further at that. She sighs and steps further out from the others, walking up until his cock is hovering mere inches from her belly button.
"We have heard much from Lady Delacour about why you need us. Why you need our power. But I would hear it from you, Harry Potter. Directly."
Harry's shoulders tense just a bit. He gets the impression that this isn't as much of a done deal as it might seem. Despite him conquering three quarters of their entire coven, despite him dominating this encounter so far… he can tell that neither the Matriarch nor the other unbound veela are particularly worried.
They have a backup plan of some sort. A failsafe, perhaps that they believe they can rely on. Harry doesn't doubt that for an all-female species like them, living in a male-dominated world, they have contingencies in case the worst comes to pass.
He's confident that whatever they might try, he could stop it before it could happen with the magic he now had at his disposal. But at the same time… he doesn't want to have to do that. Not if it's not absolutely necessary. These women didn't have to be his enemies. In fact, he would vastly prefer them to be his allies going forward into a brighter future.
"… The magical world is dying, suffering under the growing threat of muggle technology. You've seen the evidence I've collected, and I'm sure you've done your own research as well."
The Veela Matriarch silently nods her head in acknowledgment and agreement with his words so far.
"The British Department of Mysteries, with my help, currently works to wed magic to muggle technology, something we will call magitech, which will allow us to bridge the gap. We are close to a breakthrough and the moment will soon arrive where muggle technology will no longer damage our world… but strengthen and empower it."
Silence continues to reign as the Matriarch and her fellows soak this in. None of them can find fault in what Harry is saying, but it's what he's NOT saying that keeps them quiet. After all, if Harry is telling the truth… why does he need so much personal power?
He understands their fear. That he might become a tyrant with the amount of magic he's gained here today is a very real possibility. But… it IS needed.
"What you do not know… is that I did not just happen upon the dire situation we find ourselves in. I am from the future, a future where we failed to notice the situation until it was much too late, a future where far, far too many people died. Where magic itself nearly died."
Harry doesn't tell them their own fate. He wants to keep this at least partially clinical, even as he reveals his greatest secret.
"I came back to stop that future from happening. To save our world. But the problem isn't just muggle technology. It's muggle weapons."
That gets a stir from the assembled veela. The Veela Matriarch in particular narrows her eyes.
"Their weapons? You speak of these… guns we've heard about? Capable of firing lead projectiles at such speeds that they rip and tear through flesh?"
Harry smiles wanly and shakes his head.
"If only. I speak of the muggle devices detonated over Japan that have all but annihilated the ancient magic traditions there. I speak, Matriarch, of nuclear weapons. The muggles have existed in a perpetual standoff with one another for over half a century now. A standoff with their fingers on the trigger of matching arsenals of these weapons. If they wanted to, they could end all life on this planet in a single day and we… we wouldn't be able to stop them."
To be fair, in the future that never would be, stopping them was precisely what the remnants of the magical world had done. Just… too late by far. By the time that they realized World War Three was happening, so many nuclear warheads had already been launched. Some were dealt with. Some were hastily stopped from firing.
The muggles succeeded in wiping out their civilization, but not all life from the planet's surface. There were still survivors, all thanks to wizards and witches who had started dropping like flies soon after due to just how much radiation was in the air.
In some areas, muggle enclaves survived the fallout. But nowhere left on Earth was safe for anyone who had an ounce of magic in their bodies.
That was what Harry needed the power of two hundred veela to stop. He had the knowledge. He had the forewarning… but he needed magical power beyond what anyone had ever wielded before so he could put an end to the muggles' attempts at destroying themselves once and for all.
"… You truly believe everything you say."
The Veela Matriarch's voice is faint, her face pale. The others don't look much better. Harry, jaw set in a thin line, just nods grimly.
"I have seen what is to come if we do not take action, Matriarch. Therefore, I must take action. That is why I need you, all of you, to grant me your power. That is why I can't stop. The future of the world relies on me being capable of stopping the coming end."
Silence reigns as Harry waits for a moment to see where they will fall. Finally, the Matriarch bows her head and the other older women of the coven all do the same.
"We understand. You will have our support. Take me, claim me here and now… and bind us all in one fell swoop."
Harry's eyes widen as he realizes what she's implying. All it takes is a simple spell to allow him to see that the fifty or so remaining veela in front of him… are all bound to their Matriarch already. This was their last trump card, now turned into a form of expediency as they submit.
Letting out a low, shuddering sigh… Harry steps forward to claim his destiny.