Fleur's kiss was soft at first. Her lips moved against Harry's with a gentleness. She tasted faintly of strawberries and champagne, and when her tongue traced the seam of his lips, he opened for her with a sound that might have been her name.
Behind him, he felt Hermione's smaller frame press against his back, her hands sliding around his waist. "We've got you," she murmured against his shoulder blade. "Let us take care of you tonight."
Tonks moved to his side, her fingers threading through his perpetually messy hair. "You're always so busy saving everyone else, Harry," she said, her voice lower than usual. "Tonight you just get to feel good. That's all."
The combination of three pairs of hands on him, three different perfumes mingling in the air, three women who wanted *him*—it was overwhelming in the best possible way. Harry's hands, which had been hanging uselessly at his sides, finally found purpose. One slid into Fleur's silvery hair, pulling her closer, while the other reached back to find Hermione's hip.
Fleur broke the kiss, her blue eyes dark with desire as she looked at him. "You are trembling, 'Arry," she observed.
"Bit overwhelming," Harry admitted, his voice rough. "Good overwhelming, just... there are three of you."
"And you've been with each of us separately," Hermione said, moving around to stand beside Fleur. "This is just... more of a good thing."
"Plus," Tonks added with a wicked grin, her hair shifting to a deep purple that matched the desire in her eyes, "we can do things together that weren't possible before. Watch each other. Help each other make you feel good."
The image those words conjured made Harry's cock throb almost painfully in his trousers. From the knowing look on Tonks's face, she'd noticed.
"Come on," Fleur said, taking his hand and leading him toward the bed. "Let us undress you."
Harry went willingly, his heart hammering. The bed was massive, easily large enough for all four of them, with soft burgundy sheets that looked impossibly inviting. Fleur pushed him gently to sit on the edge, and then all three women stood before him.
"Fair's fair though," Hermione said, her fingers going to the buttons of her blouse. "We should probably be naked too."
Harry's mouth went dry as Hermione began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing smooth pale skin and a simple white bra. Beside her, Tonks pulled her shirt over her head quickly like she was in a hurry, her fuller breasts straining against dark blue lace. Fleur's dress had no visible fasteners, but she simply shrugged and it pooled at her feet like water, leaving her in absolutely nothing.
"Merlin," Harry breathed, unable to help himself. Fleur was devastating naked—long legs, flared hips, a flat stomach, and breasts that were full and perfect and tipped with dusky pink nipples already tight with arousal. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and between her thighs, he could see she was completely bare.
"Like what you see?" Fleur asked, a teasing lilt to her voice even as her cheeks colored faintly.
"You know I do," Harry said hoarsely. His cock was pressing painfully against his trousers now, and he shifted uncomfortably.
Hermione and Tonks finished undressing—Hermione folding her clothes neatly even in this moment, which made Harry smile—and then they were all gloriously naked. Hermione's body was lean and toned from their activities together, her breasts smaller than the others but perfectly shaped, her arse a work of art. Tonks had curves for days, soft and inviting, her breasts heavy and full.
"Your turn," Tonks said, kneeling before him. Her hands went to his belt buckle, and Harry lifted his hips to help as she worked his trousers open. Hermione knelt on his other side, pulling his shirt over his head, her fingers trailing over his chest and stomach. The year of training and tournament trials had carved definition into his previously skinny frame—he was lean and muscular now, and from the way Hermione's eyes darkened as she touched him, she appreciated the change.
Fleur knelt between his legs as Tonks pulled his trousers and pants down together. His cock sprang free, already fully hard, nine inches of thick length that made all three women's eyes widen slightly.
"Mon Dieu," Fleur breathed. "I forgot 'ow... impressive you are, 'Arry."
"Impressive's one word for it," Tonks agreed, her hand wrapping around his shaft. Harry hissed at the contact, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Bloody gorgeous is another."
"And all ours tonight," Hermione added, her hand joining Tonks's, both of them stroking him together in an uncoordinated but intensely arousing rhythm.
Harry's head fell back with a groan. "If you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."
"We 'ave all night," Fleur reminded him, her own hand joining the other two. Three pairs of hands on his cock, stroking and exploring, thumbs swiping over his sensitive head to gather the precum already leaking from him. "And you 'ave stamina we all know about, non?"
She had a point. Their previous encounters had proven that his Holy Magic gave him remarkable staying power. But the sight of three beautiful women kneeling before him, all touching his cock together, was testing even those limits.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, his hands clenching in the sheets. "That's... you're all..."
"Use your words, Harry," Hermione teased, and there was his bookish girlfriend, even in this moment finding ways to be clever.
"You're all so fucking beautiful," Harry managed. "And this is the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Just wait," Tonks said with a wicked grin. Then she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Harry's groan echoed through the room. Tonks's mouth was hot and wet and perfect, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head while Hermione and Fleur continued stroking the rest of his length. Then Hermione leaned in, licking up the side of his shaft, and Fleur mirrored her on the other side, and Harry was quite certain he was going to die.
"Oh fuck," he gasped, his hands flying to tangle in Tonks's ever-changing hair—currently a deep red that cascaded over his thighs. "Oh fuck, that's..."
The three of them worked together with surprising coordination, passing his cock between their mouths, licking and sucking and stroking. When Tonks pulled off with an obscene pop, Hermione took over, taking him deeper than Harry expected and making his eyes roll back. Then Fleur replaced her, and the French girl's technique was devastating—she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard while her tongue did things that should probably be illegal.
"Not going to last," Harry warned through gritted teeth, his abs clenching as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter at the base of his spine. "Seriously, I'm going to—"
"Cum for us," Hermione said, her voice breathless as she stroked him while Fleur sucked. "We want to see it, Harry. Want to taste you."
That did it. Harry came with a shout, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself. Fleur kept her mouth on him, swallowing the first few spurts, but there was so much—as there always was with him—that it overflowed, spilling from her lips. She pulled off and aimed him at Hermione and Tonks, and Harry watched through pleasure-hazed eyes as he painted both their faces and breasts with thick ropes of cum.
"Bloody hell," Tonks laughed, wiping cum from her cheek and licking her fingers clean. "I forgot about the ridiculous volume thing."
"I did not," Fleur said, also licking her lips. "But it is still... impressive, non?"
Hermione was cleaning Harry's cum from her breasts, her cheeks flushed. "Very impressive," she agreed, meeting Harry's eyes with a heated look that made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
"Give me a minute," Harry said, chest heaving. "And I'll return the favor."
"Oh, we're counting on it," Tonks said. She rose gracefully and climbed onto the bed, stretching out on her back. "In fact, why don't you start with me? Been thinking about your mouth on my pussy all day."
Harry needed no further invitation. He moved up the bed, positioning himself between Tonks's spread thighs. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal, pink and swollen and inviting. He leaned down and dragged his tongue through her folds, savoring her taste—tangy and sweet and uniquely Tonks.
"Fuck yes," Tonks moaned, her hips rolling up to meet his mouth. "Just like that, Harry."
Harry lost himself in eating her out, licking and sucking, his tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her. He felt the bed shift as Hermione and Fleur climbed up, but he was too focused on Tonks's pleasure to pay much attention until he felt a hand on his now-recovered cock.
"Already hard again," Hermione observed with clear appreciation. "Remarkable."
"Oui," Fleur agreed. She had her hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly. "'Ermione, come 'ere. Kiss me."
Harry glanced up from between Tonks's thighs—a sight that sent a fresh wave of arousal through him—to see Hermione and Fleur moving together. The kiss between them was tentative at first, exploratory, but it quickly deepened. Hermione's hand cupped Fleur's face while Fleur's free hand—the one not stroking Harry's cock—slid into Hermione's hair.
"Oh fuck," Tonks gasped, her eyes on the two women kissing. "That's hot. Harry, your girlfriend is snogging another girl while wanking your cock."
Harry groaned against Tonks's pussy, the vibrations making her buck. He redoubled his efforts, finding the rhythm he knew she liked, and was rewarded when her thighs began to tremble.
"Gonna cum," Tonks warned, her fingers threading through his hair. "Harry, fuck, right there, don't stop—"
Harry didn't stop. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it rapidly, and Tonks came with a cry, her pussy clenching and flooding his mouth with her release. He licked her through it, gentling his touches as she came down.
"Bloody hell," Tonks breathed, her chest heaving. "That tongue of yours should be registered as a weapon."
Harry pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with her arousal, and grinned. "Years of practice."
"Weeks of practice," Hermione corrected, breaking her kiss with Fleur. Both women were flushed and breathing hard. "But very enthusiastic practice."
"My turn," Fleur declared. She released Harry's cock and moved to lie beside Tonks, spreading her long legs in clear invitation. "Make me scream, 'Arry."
Harry moved between Fleur's thighs, admiring the view. She was beautiful everywhere, including here—perfectly pink and glistening, her outer lips puffy with arousal. He leaned down and licked through her folds, and the moan that escaped Fleur's lips was absolutely filthy.
"Oui," she gasped. "'Arry, your tongue, oh mon Dieu..."
Hermione straddled Tonks's face, and the Metamorphmagus immediately began eating her out with enthusiasm. Hermione's moans joined Fleur's, making it a little difficult to focus on one girl.
He focused on Fleur, learning her taste and her responses. She was more sensitive than Tonks, gasping and writhing with every swipe of his tongue. Her hand tangled in his hair, not directing but holding on, and Harry felt a surge of masculine satisfaction at reducing this devastatingly beautiful woman to incoherent French and English.
"'Arry, please," Fleur moaned. "Inside, I need—"
Harry slid two fingers inside her, and she clenched around him immediately. She was so wet, so hot and tight, and when he crooked his fingers to find that spot inside her that made women see stars, she nearly came off the bed.
"Merde!" Fleur screamed. "Oui, right there, 'Arry, don't stop, I'm going to—"
She came hard, her back arching beautifully, her pussy rippling around Harry's fingers as she soaked his hand with her release. Harry worked her through it, only stopping when she weakly pushed his head away.
"Too much," she gasped. "Sensitive..."
"Sorry," Harry murmured, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
"Do not apologize for making me cum that 'ard," Fleur said with a breathless laugh.
Beside them, Hermione was grinding down on Tonks's face, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Close," she panted. "Tonks, your tongue, so deep...it's so—oh!"
Hermione came with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around Tonks's head. The Metamorphmagus continued licking until Hermione lifted off her with a whimper.
"You're really good at that," Hermione said, collapsing beside them.
"My abilities can be quite useful for this," Tonks said with a wink as her long tongue, which was easily seven inches, turned back to normal.
"Right," Harry said, his cock was fully hard now. "I need to fuck someone right now or I'm going to lose my mind."
All three women laughed, and Hermione pushed herself up on her elbows. "Come here," she said, spreading her legs. "Fuck me, Harry. Show them how good we are together."
Harry moved over her immediately, lining himself up with her entrance. Hermione was soaked from Tonks's talented mouth, and he slid into her in one smooth thrust that had them both groaning.
"Fuck," Harry breathed. "Hermione, you feel so good."
"Move," Hermione demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Harry, please, I need—"
Harry began to thrust. He knew Hermione's body, knew exactly how to angle his hips to hit that spot inside her that made her moan. Beside them, he was peripherally aware of Tonks and Fleur kissing, hands roaming over each other's bodies.
"Harder," Hermione gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Harry, harder, I can take it."
Harry obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and the wet sounds of Tonks and Fleur's kisses.
"You're so beautiful like this," Harry told Hermione, meaning every word. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her hair spread across the pillow in wild curls. "Love watching you take my cock."
"Love taking it," Hermione shot back breathlessly. "Love how you fill me, stretch me, oh fuck, Harry, right there!"
He'd adjusted his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot, and Hermione's pussy clenched around him in response. Harry groaned at the sensation, his rhythm faltering slightly.
"Don't you dare stop," Hermione warned. "Don't you dare, I'm so close—"
Harry didn't stop. He reached between them to rub her clit, and that was all it took. Hermione came with a scream, her pussy spasming around his cock so intensely that Harry nearly came himself. He managed to hold off, fucking her through her orgasm until she weakly pushed at his chest.
"Too sensitive," she panted. "Need a minute."
Harry pulled out carefully, his cock slick with Hermione's arousal. Tonks immediately pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.
"My turn," she said with a grin. "Been wanting to ride this gorgeous cock again."
She reached down and positioned him at her entrance, then sank down in one smooth motion. They both groaned—Tonks at the fullness, Harry at the tight heat enveloping him.
"Fuck, you're big," Tonks breathed, her hands braced on his chest. "Always forget until you're inside me."
She began to move, rolling her hips in a way that had Harry's eyes crossing. Tonks was more experienced than the others, and it showed in the way she rode him—confident and skilled, finding the angles that made them both moan.
Beside them, Harry watched through pleasure-hazed eyes as Fleur moved between Hermione's thighs. "*May* I?" the French girl asked, and Hermione nodded eagerly.
"Please," Hermione breathed.
Fleur lowered her head and began eating Hermione out, and the sight combined with Tonks's talented riding had Harry's balls drawing up tight.
"Not yet," Tonks said, clearly reading his expression. "Hold on, Harry. Want to feel you cum inside me, but not yet."
Harry gritted his teeth, fighting back his orgasm through sheer force of will. Tonks slowed her pace slightly, grinding down on him rather than bouncing, and it helped him back away from the edge.
"Good boy," Tonks praised, leaning down to kiss him. The angle change pushed him deeper, and they both moaned into the kiss.
Hermione's moans were getting louder, more desperate. "Fleur," she gasped. "Oh god, Fleur, your tongue, I'm going to—"
Hermione came with a cry, and Harry watched as Fleur licked her through it, the sight almost unbearably erotic. When Fleur pulled back, her lips and chin were shiny with Hermione's arousal, and she looked thoroughly pleased with herself.
"Delicious," Fleur declared, licking her lips. Then her eyes fixed on where Harry and Tonks were joined. "And what a beautiful sight that is."
Her words seemed to affect Hermione too, because Harry noticed his girlfriend's eyes glaze slightly as she stared at Fleur. The allure, he realized—in this state of arousal and intimacy, Fleur's passive allure was affecting both other women more strongly.
Tonks's pussy clenched around him, and when Harry looked up at her face, he saw her eyes were also slightly unfocused as she stared at Fleur.
"Tonks," Harry said, gripping her hips to still her movement. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Tonks breathed. "Just... bloody hell, Fleur, your allure is ridiculous."
"*Désolée*," Fleur said, though she didn't sound particularly sorry. "I cannot fully control it during... intimate moments."
"Don't apologize," Hermione said, her voice husky. "It feels good."
Fleur's smile was pure sin. "Oui? Then perhaps..." She moved to kneel beside where Tonks was still straddling Harry, and leaned in to kiss the Metamorphmagus.
Tonks moaned into the kiss, her hips beginning to move again, and Harry groaned at the dual stimulation of Tonks riding him while watching her kiss Fleur. The two women kissed deeply, Fleur's hand coming up to cup one of Tonks's full breasts.
"Fuck," Harry gasped. "That's... you're both..."
"Like what you see?" Tonks asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss to look down at him.
"So much," Harry managed. "You're both gorgeous."
Fleur's hand slid down Tonks's stomach to where she and Harry were joined, and she began rubbing Tonks's clit. The Metamorphmagus's eyes rolled back, and she began to ride Harry harder, chasing her pleasure.
"That's it," Fleur murmured. "Ride his cock, ma belle. Take your pleasure."
"Gonna cum," Tonks warned, her movements becoming erratic. "Harry, fuck, I'm gonna—"
"Cum for me," Harry encouraged, thrusting up to meet her. "Want to feel you, Tonks, want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock."
Tonks came with a shout, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Harry's cock. Fleur kept rubbing her clit, drawing out the orgasm until Tonks was shaking, and Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He thrust up hard and came, his cock pulsing as he filled Tonks with what felt like endless spurts of cum.
"Fuck yes," Tonks moaned, grinding down on him. "So much, Harry, you always cum so much."
Harry's hips jerked with the aftershocks, his hands tight on Tonks's hips as he emptied himself inside her. When he finally finished, Tonks collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing hard.
"Give me a minute," Harry panted. "Just need to catch my breath."
"Take your time," Hermione said, though her eyes were dark with renewed arousal. "We have all night."
Tonks eventually rolled off Harry, and he watched with fascination as his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy. Fleur apparently found it equally fascinating, because she moved between Tonks's thighs and began licking Harry's cum from her pussy.
"Oh fuck," Tonks gasped, her back arching. "Fleur, that's... bloody hell..."
Harry's cock, which had been showing signs of recovery, hardened completely at the sight. Hermione noticed and wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly.
"Like watching them?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
"Yeah," Harry admitted hoarsely. "That's really hot."
"Want to watch me with them?" Hermione asked. "Or would you rather fuck me again?"
"Can I do both?" Harry asked, and Hermione laughed.
"Greedy," she teased, but she was still stroking him. "But I think that can be arranged."
Fleur finished cleaning Tonks, who was now a boneless, satisfied puddle on the bed. The French girl crawled up Harry's body and kissed him, letting him taste himself and Tonks on her tongue.
"Your turn," Harry said when they broke apart. "Want to fuck you properly this time, Fleur."
"Oui," Fleur breathed. "I would like that very much."
She rolled onto her back, spreading those impossibly long legs, and Harry moved between them. He was about to push inside when an idea struck him—a slightly insane idea, but one that might be amazing.
"Can I try something?" he asked.
Fleur looked curious but nodded. "Of course."
Harry lowered his head and began eating her out again, but this time, he focused on a particular aspect of his magic he'd never thought to use this way. He'd been speaking Parseltongue since he was young, the snake language coming as naturally as English. What if...
He hissed against Fleur's pussy, the sibilant Parseltongue sounds vibrating against her sensitive flesh.
The reaction was immediate and dramatic. Fleur screamed, her back arching completely off the bed, her hands flying to Harry's head. "*MERDE!*" she shouted. "'ARRY, WHAT—OH MY GOD!"
She came almost instantly, her pussy gushing against Harry's mouth, and he kept hissing, kept speaking Parseltongue against her clit. Fleur was writhing, crying out in French and English, her thighs clamping around his head.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped. "What are you doing to her?"
Harry pulled back, his lips and chin soaked. "Parseltongue," he said simply.
"Oh my god," Tonks breathed. "That's brilliant. That's absolutely fucking brilliant."
"Do it to me," Hermione demanded immediately. "Harry, right now, do it to me."
Harry moved to Hermione, who was already spreading her legs eagerly. He dove between her thighs and repeated the trick, hissing in Parseltongue against her pussy. Hermione's reaction was just as dramatic as Fleur's had been—she came almost immediately, screaming Harry's name and soaking his face.
"FUCK!" Hermione shouted, which was so unlike her that it made everyone laugh even in the midst of pleasure. "HARRY, OH MY GOD, DON'T STOP!"
Harry kept going, speaking in Parseltongue, and Hermione came again within minutes, her body shaking with the intensity of it.
"My turn," Tonks demanded when Harry finally pulled away from a thoroughly wrecked Hermione. "I want to know what that feels like."
Harry was happy to oblige, moving to Tonks and beginning the whole process over again. Tonks came just as hard and fast as the others had, her metamorph abilities apparently making her even more sensitive—her hair cycled rapidly through colors as she climaxed, settling finally on a silvery shade that matched Fleur's.
"That's it," Harry said when he pulled back, his cock throbbing desperately. "I need to actually fuck someone now or I'm going to explode."
"Me," Fleur said immediately, still breathing hard from her orgasm. "Fuck me, 'Arry. Want to feel that magnificent cock inside me."
Harry moved over her, lining himself up and pushing inside in one smooth thrust. Fleur gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"*Oui*," she moaned. "So big, 'Arry, you fill me so perfectly."
Harry began to thrust, his movements controlled at first but quickly becoming harder and faster as his control slipped. Fleur matched him eagerly, rolling her hips to meet every thrust, her pussy clenching around him in the most delicious way.
Beside them, Harry was vaguely aware of Hermione and Tonks kissing, hands roaming over each other's bodies. The sight made him thrust harder, and Fleur cried out.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Like that, 'Arry, just like that, I'm going to—"
She came with a scream, her pussy spasming around Harry's cock, and he groaned at the sensation. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release, and when it hit, it was explosive. He buried himself deep and came, flooding Fleur's pussy with what felt like an impossible amount of cum.
"*Mon Dieu*," Fleur breathed, her hands stroking down his sweat-slicked back. "I can feel it, so much, 'Arry..."
Harry collapsed beside her, chest heaving, but still, this time, his cock remained as hard as a rock.
Fleur had recovered and moved to kneel beside Harry, taking his now fully hard cock in her hand. "Ready for more?" she asked.
"Always," Harry said, his voice already rougher. "What did you have in mind?"
Fleur's smile was wicked. "I want to suck you. Want to taste myself on your cock. And I want them to watch."
She didn't wait for a response, just lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Harry groaned, his hands tangling in that silvery hair, but this time his grip was firm, controlling.
"That's it," he growled, pushing her head down further. "Take it all, you perfect little cocksucker."
Fleur moaned around him, her eyes fluttering with pleasure as Harry took control. He started moving her head for her, fucking up into her throat. She gagged slightly but didn't pull back, her hands gripping his thighs as she let him use her mouth.
"Fuck, look at you," Harry said, his voice thick with lust. "Such a good girl, letting me fuck that pretty throat. Best fucking cocksucker I've ever had."
"Bloody hell, that's hot," Tonks said, moving closer. She'd come from Hermione's enthusiastic oral attention and now both women were watching with rapt attention as Harry thoroughly dominated Fleur's mouth.
Harry pulled Fleur off by her hair, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Tell me what you are," he commanded.
"Your cocksucker," Fleur gasped, her accent thicker with arousal. "Your perfect little slut."
"That's right," Harry said, shoving back into her throat. Fleur's eyes watered but she moaned louder, clearly loving every second of the rough treatment.
Tonks couldn't take it anymore. "My turn," she said, pulling Harry's cock from Fleur's mouth with a wet pop.
"Greedy," Harry chuckled darkly as Tonks immediately swallowed him down. But then she did something that made him groan - her throat started rippling, changing, massaging him in ways that shouldn't be possible.
"Holy fuck, Tonks," Harry gasped. "What are you—"
She pulled off with a grin. "Metamorphmagus tricks," she said, then dove back down. This time her tongue seemed longer, wrapping around his shaft as she sucked. She was literally reshaping her mouth and throat to give him maximum pleasure.
"That's cheating!" Hermione protested, moving in to take her turn. She couldn't match Tonks' abilities, but she made up for it with enthusiasm and technique, using everything she'd learned from their previous encounters.
"All three of you are perfect cocksuckers," Harry groaned, watching them take turns on his cock. "My perfect little sluts."
But Fleur wasn't done. She pushed between the other two, looking up at Harry with burning silver eyes. "Let me show you what a Veela can really do," she purred.
She took him deep again, and this time there was something different. A warmth, a tingling sensation that seemed to radiate from her mouth through his entire body. It was like she was pouring pure pleasure directly into him through her lips and tongue.
"Fuck, Fleur, what—"
"Veela magic," she said, pulling off just long enough to speak before swallowing him again. The sensation intensified, and Harry's hands fisted in her hair as she worked him with supernatural skill.
"Going to cum," Harry warned, his hips bucking. "Fleur, I'm going to—"
She just sucked harder, that magical warmth increasing, and Harry came with a roar. Fleur's throat worked steadily, swallowing every drop as Harry pumped what felt like an endless amount into her willing mouth. The Veela magic seemed to draw it out of him, making his orgasm last longer and feel more intense than ever before.
"Ohhh Fuck!" Harry moaned, feeling a pressure in his balls, and he was sure Fleur wanted to swallow his cum until there was nothing left.
When he finally finished, Fleur pulled back slowly, making sure to get every last drop. She licked her lips with satisfaction, then opened her mouth to show she'd swallowed it all.
"A true Veela never wastes," she said with a wicked smile. "We are made to give and receive pleasure. It is in our nature."
"That was... fucking incredible," Harry panted, still trying to catch his breath.
After several minutes, his cock began to show signs of life again. Tonks noticed and grinned at him.
"Ready for more?" she asked. "Because I have an idea."
"I'm terrified and aroused," Harry admitted.
Tonks laughed. "Come here." She moved to position herself on all fours. "Fuck me from behind. And while you do, I'm going to eat Hermione's pussy. She can eat Fleur at the same time."
"That's... very organized," Harry said, but he was already moving into position behind Tonks.
They arranged themselves—Tonks on all fours, Hermione beneath her, her pussy right in Tonks's face, and Fleur sitting up against the headboard with Hermione between her thighs. Harry positioned himself behind Tonks and pushed inside her with a groan.
"Fuck," Tonks moaned, muffled against Hermione's pussy. "So deep like this."
Harry began to thrust, and the chain reaction was beautiful to watch. Every thrust into Tonks pushed her face harder against Hermione's pussy, making Hermione moan around Fleur's clit, which made Fleur gasp and tighten her grip in Hermione's hair.
"This is perfect," Harry groaned, his hands gripping Tonks's hips as he fucked her. "You all feel so good, look so good."
"Harder," Tonks demanded. "Fuck me harder, Harry."
Harry obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force. Tonks's pussy was still sensitive from earlier, and she was close already. Harry reached around to rub her clit, and she came with a muffled scream against Hermione's pussy.
The vibrations must have set Hermione off too, because she came moments later, her thighs clamping around Tonks's face. And that, combined with Hermione's renewed enthusiasm, made Fleur orgasm as well, her back arching against the headboard.
Harry kept fucking Tonks through it all, and when she weakly pushed back against him, clearly too sensitive to continue, he pulled out carefully.
"Who's next?" he asked, his cock still hard and glistening with Tonks's arousal.
"Me," Hermione said breathlessly. She moved onto all fours beside where Tonks was now collapsed. "Fuck me, Harry. Want to feel you cum inside me."
Harry positioned himself behind Hermione and pushed inside her. She was so wet, so tight, and she welcomed him with a moan that went straight to his balls.
"That's it," Hermione encouraged. "Fuck me, Harry. Hard as you can."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He gripped her hips and began pounding into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscenely loud. Hermione's arse was truly a work of art, and watching it jiggle with every thrust was mesmerizing.
"You have the best arse," Harry told her, meaning every word. "Love watching it while I fuck you."
"Love feeling you fuck me," Hermione shot back breathlessly. "Love your cock, Harry, love how hard you fuck me, oh god, right there!"
Fleur had recovered and moved to lie beside Hermione, kissing her while Harry fucked her from behind. The sight was almost too much, and Harry felt his balls drawing up tight.
"Going to cum," he warned. "Hermione, I'm going to—"
"Inside me," Hermione demanded. "Cum inside me, Harry, fill me up."
Harry thrust deep and came with a roar, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside Hermione. There was so much cum, as always, and he felt it leaking out around his cock even as he was still cumming.
"Fuck," Hermione moaned. "So much, Harry, you're still going..."
When Harry finally finished, he pulled out carefully and watched as his cum leaked from Hermione's pussy. Fleur immediately moved to lick it up, making both Harry and Hermione groan.
"You're obsessed with cum," Tonks observed lazily from where she was sprawled on the bed.
"It is delicious," Fleur said unapologetically. "And there is so much of it."
Harry's cock twitched despite having just cum. "One more," he said. "I've got one more in me."
"Me," Fleur said immediately. "I want you to fuck me one more time, 'Arry. Want to feel you cum inside me again."
Harry moved over Fleur, who had rolled onto her back and spread those impossibly long legs. He pushed inside her with a groan—she was even wetter now from her multiple orgasms, hot and tight and perfect.
"*Oui*," Fleur moaned. "'Arry, you feel so good inside me."
Harry began to thrust, but he was tired now and his movements were less controlled, more desperate. Fleur didn't seem to mind, wrapping her legs around his waist and rolling her hips to meet him.
Beside them, Hermione and Tonks had recovered enough to play with each other, and Harry watched through pleasure-hazed eyes as Tonks grew her tongue longer—her metamorph abilities on full display—and began fucking Hermione's pussy with it.
"Oh my god," Hermione gasped. "Tonks, your tongue, it's so long, oh fuck!"
The sight of Tonks's impossibly long tongue thrusting in and out of Hermione's pussy while Harry fucked Fleur was obscene and beautiful and absolutely perfect. Hermione came with a scream, and Tonks pulled back, her tongue returning to normal length, both of them laughing breathlessly.
"That was incredible," Hermione said. "We should do that more often."
"Definitely," Tonks agreed.
Harry focused back on Fleur, who was watching him with dark, desire-filled eyes. "Use your Parseltongue," she said breathlessly. "Please, 'Arry, want to cum while you're inside me."
Harry leaned down and sucked on her tit, and he hissed against her peak, speaking Parseltongue, and Fleur's reaction was immediate. She screamed, her pussy clamping around his cock so hard it almost hurt, and Harry felt his own orgasm racing up his spine.
He came with a shout, buried deep inside Fleur, and his sixth orgasm was just as intense as the first had been. His cock pulsed endlessly, filling Fleur with what felt like an impossible amount of cum. It overflowed, leaking out around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.
"*Mon Dieu*," Fleur breathed, her hands stroking down his back. "So much, 'Arry, you are still cumming..."
When Harry finally finished, he collapsed beside Fleur, completely spent. Every muscle in his body ached, but it was a good ache, a satisfied ache.
"I'm done," he announced to the room. "That's it. I have nothing left."
All three women laughed and moved to cuddle against him—Hermione on one side, Tonks on the other, and Fleur draped across his chest.
"That was amazing," Hermione said softly. "Thank you for sharing this with us, Harry."
"Thank you," Harry corrected. "That was... I don't have words."
"Best reward ever," Tonks agreed sleepily. "We should definitely do this again."
"*Oui*," Fleur murmured. "Though perhaps next time we give 'Arry a day to recover first."
They all laughed, and then slowly began to doze off, a tangle of satisfied, exhausted limbs in the enchanted room.