Dinner was awkward. Harry had purposefully sat across from Gabby, hoping to put distance between them. However, this may have backfired- Harry was uncomfortably aware of her eyes on him, and whenever he looked towards her, she would look down and blush. This wouldn't have been so difficult for him if he didn't know just how sexual her thoughts were. It was one thing for a 12-year-old girl to have a crush on him, it was another for her to be blatantly lusting over him.
Fleur and Apolline sat on either side of him, and it was plain to see that there was some frostiness between them. Fleur's father sat on Apolline's other side, but Harry quickly realized he was rather passive and took all his cues from his wife. That left him at the center of attention- typical.
Apolline focused on him to the exclusion of everyone else. Harry was no longer so oblivious as to think she was just being polite to a guest. She asked extensively about his school years- at which point Gabby had stared rapt with attention and Fleur too leaned forward in interest. Thus, Harry found himself recounting most of his escapades at Hogwarts.
He did try to downplay what he could by mentioning how often sheer luck had helped him and how often others had helped (which never failed to elicit rolled eyes from Hermione and affectionate ribbing from Ginny), but that didn't seem to blunt their reactions. Fleur was the most measured in her response, she had heard much of it before, but still she seemed smugly satisfied as her warm gaze lingered on him. Gabby, meanwhile, was looking at him with hero worship. Better than her ogling you! Hermione sniped.
With each tale that she drew from him, Apolline's appraising gaze grew increasingly impressed. At last, she placed a hand on his shoulder and said "Harry, you are a remarkable man. My daughter chose very well."
"Thank you, Mrs. Delecour."
"Apolline." She corrected, leaning forward and was she not wearing a bra? Harry gulped as he couldn't resist looking. Somehow, her breasts even larger than Fleur's yet seemed to support themselves just as easily. Another thing that had made this dinner hard to bear was the two way assault by Fleur and Gabrielle's allures. Fleur had toned it down to an ambient level, only occasionally spiking when her attention was drawn to him, but Gabby had all the subtlety of a battering ram.
Now, that was joined by a third prong of attack. Apolline was far more skilled with her allure than either of her daughters. Instead of an all-out assault, Apolline's allure rolled and coiled over his body, starting with his extremities and then closing in on his core- sensitizing his skin as it travelled. Apolline's hand on his shoulder began to spark tinges of pleasure. The effect intensified as it focused on his groin, and then through his testicles and up his cock.
He'd been hard since Ginny had seen Fleur in her full glory. He'd never had one erection last so long or been subject to so much torment, but this might have been the worst torture yet, as what felt like hundreds of feather light kissed peppered his cock. Harry had to grit his teeth to stifle his moan as his cock expanded to its utter limit- the rod jutting straight up against his baggy jeans. Apolline and Fleur simultaneously looked down at the tenting- Apolline looking satisfied and Fleur utterly livid. Harry glanced at Fleur's father, but he seemed to be even more out of it than Harry, he'd find no help there. He then looked desperately to Fleur, with a silent plea. Help.
Fleur's immediately response was the exact opposite of helpful. Her instinct was clearly to mark her turf by redoubling her own allure. This time, Harry did moan. Fleur rose and yanked her mother's hand from his shoulder. "Mother, Harry is mine. Not a notch in your bedpost."
"Shouldn't that choice be up to Harry, ma fille?" Apolline opined, and Fleur made a noise that sounded much like an angry cat. "I have twice the Veela blood of my daughters, and I have many times the experience. I could give you more pleasure than any woman you'd ever meet." She delicately grabbed his chin and turned his head back towards her- and her cleavage. "What do you say, minou. Would you like to be my pet?" As she spoke, Apolline began the full court press with her allure. Every inch of his body was sensitized, tingling from the caress of a thousand kisses, and his cock felt as if an aethereal sheath had close around it. It was a miracle that he hadn't cum, though perhaps it was impossible to orgasm from the allure alone.
Harry felt awareness drifting away, as he finally succumbed to the hypnotic effect of the allure, it would be so easy to give in, so easy… but as he tried to say the words something inside of him rebelled, rising defiantly in his chest. No.
Harry looked Apolline straight in the eye and said, "No thank you, Apolline."
Apolline's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I don't want to be your pet." Harry told her firmly, peeling her hand off his chin. "And I don't appreciate you trying to manipulate me into agreeing." Apolline stepped back in shock, and wordlessly fell into her chair.
What a bitch! Ginny raged in the back of his mind. What an utter bitch!
Hermione, and even Luna, were no more charitable. Where do these people get off on thinking it's alright to take away someone's free will! Hermione seethed, while Luna offered with uncharacteristic spite- I can see why Fleur tried to be as different from her mother as possible.
Harry turned back to Fleur. Her breath was trembling, and her eyes were shining as they beheld him adoringly, wet with unspeakable emotion. He offered her a hesitant smile and inclined his head to the doorway. She opened her mouth, but had no words, so instead she swept him into a hot, wet kiss. She then lifted him up- breaking the kiss in the process- and carried him bridal-style out of the room.
Not ten steps from the dining room, she pivoted and pressed him to the wall. Her mouth mauled his neck and her hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled until the fabric rent and tore. He knew he should say something, that they really shouldn't be doing this in the hallway. But he'd been tormented beyond all reason, his cock still sensitive and tingling from the after-effects of Apolline's allure. It'd taken all he had to say no to Apolline, he just couldn't bring himself to say no to Fleur, someone who he actually wanted to be with.
Her tongue dragged up his neck, across his jawline, and finally around the underside of his ear. Harry whined. It felt so damned good, his entire body had been turned into an erogenous zone by the evening's events. "Delicious." Fleur moaned, straight into his ear. "You taste delicious, 'Arry." Her accent was thicker now- he noticed the change happened whenever she lost control.
She cast away the last vestiges of Harry's shirt, and her hands and eyes ran greedily over his upper body. "And you are beautiful, mon tresor." She purred. "Inside and out." Her hands slid down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans- which she firmly grasped and then pulled. At first the fabric of the old hand-me-down jeans held, but soon seems popped and the sturdy material began to tear until Fleur was able to steadily peel his ruined trousers from his body. His boxers then, were gone in a flash as Fleur effortlessly ripped them in two.
Harry groaned as his cock was finally let free. With his jeans gone, it actually swelled more. The sudden rush of blood to his cock left him feeling light-headed, and he looked down dizzily- his shaft seemed somehow larger than it had ever been before, growing maybe two centimeters longer and proportionally even more in thickness. So full of blood it was that his entire length was tinted purple- a swollen, unwieldy pole that consumed every scrap of Harry's focus. Every vein was blown out, creating noticeable crests along his shaft. To Harry, it seemed grotesque, but Ginny, Hermione, and Luna's reactions to the sight quickly disabused him of that notion. As his cock twitched to fullness with the influx of blood, it also leaked a string of pre-cum that dribbled to the floor- or it would have if Fleur had not caught it with her hand.
Fleur was transfixed, her eyes had narrowed down to slits at the sight of his cock, and her hand had gone to capture his errant pre-cum on auto-pilot and pulling back with as little thought. She drew in a deep breath through her now, which came out as a low, throaty "Ffffffffuuuuck."
She swiped her tongue up her palm, letting out another deep moan as she did so, and her other hand grabbed the root of Harry's shaft in an iron grip. If she hadn't been choking the life out of his cock, he'd be coming now. As it was, his core muscles clenched with dull heat while static tingles echoed up and down his length. He knew he must be whimpering… begging even, but he didn't have the presence of mind to hear the broken pleas that escaped him.
Fleur too was beyond coherent words. She looked straight into his eyes with pure inhuman hunger and a carnal expression that no human face could replicate- her pupils were black pits ringed by irises that danced with fire. He felt like he was being sucked into those black pupils, falling into a vast sea of Fleur's lust. Despite the fact that Harry had never felt so desperate in his life, he was struck with the sense that what he felt could only begin to touch Fleur's bottomless well of hunger and desire. He distantly wondered if that was what the allure did- gave humans just a taste of a Veela's insatiable lust.
His breath was coming in heaving gasps and his glistened with a sheen of sweat. His cock throbbed again as he threatened to topple over the edge, but Fleur tightened her vice-like grip. His hips tried to arch forward, but Fleur effortlessly halted the attempt with just the strength of her hand. Harry's orgasm was no longer being stalled by the force of his will, but Fleur's. All that escaped was another trickle of pre-cum that both dripped to the floor beneath his cockhead and ran down the front of his length.
Fleur conjured Veela fire in her other hand, and a sudden blast of heat force Harry to close his eyes. It was a testament to her hold over him that that was his only reaction as Fleur engulfed herself in flame- not even recoiling reflexively from the fire. When she emerged, her formal clothes had been completely burned away, aside from her emerald earrings, silver necklace, and simple chain bracelet.
He'd already seen her naked, but her body had no less of an effect on him a second time. Her body was just sinfully sexual, and his cock was so close to her womanhood. His desperation was at a fever pitch, his cock shuddering again and again, each time releasing a thread of cum that dribbled into a growing puddle on the floor. Harry openly sobbed to her now, repeating one word "Please."
Now, at last, Fleur showed mercy. Harry found himself slammed heavily into the wall. Fleur placed his cockhead against her entrance, and he knew he was coming now- despite Fleur's attempts to hold it off. But it wouldn't come to that- for Fleur was executing everything in a flawless sequence, each movement swiftly transitioning into the next. Her hand released his cock and just as Harry felt the unstoppable surge of his orgasm begin to crest, she slammed her hips home.
She did so with a force that would leave bruises in the morning- sheathing him to the hilt and then some, until her outer lips hugged his pubic bone and kissed his testicles. Harry screamed. The pleasure was mind bending. His cock was so sensitive and inflamed from hours of teasing, having her velvety warmth swallow him so forcefully was too much. And then, as she bottomed out, the muscles around his base clenched, tight enough to form a seal. Her channel then closed much more tenderly around him and began to rhythmically massage his shaft. Meanwhile, the muscles even deeper within arched backward, creating a vacuum. The upshot of all of this was that Harry's penis was now being subjected to something that no human pussy could provide it- suction.
It was at that moment, as Harry felt her pussy try to draw his cock even deeper into her (even though deeper was physically impossible), that his body lost control of his orgasm. His orgasm had started violently, with his cock and inner muscled working to eject his cum into her waiting heat, but halfway through that first pulse the balance of power had shifted. She drew cum from him like a machine unspooling thread. His muscles fluttered uselessly, and whenever they clenched in an attempt to end the first pulse and prepare for the next, it triggered a sharp almost painful, spike of pleasure deep in the root of his cock.
Even his attempts to thrust his hips gave him no leverage, the grip her womanhood had on him was too strong and complete. Her pussy ripped blistering pleasure from him just as surely as it ripped his cum. Harry's orgasm went on unceasing as Fleur's womanhood drank of his cock until it had its fill.
Harry was lost in his own world, and so did not see how Fleur reacted to sheathing him within her. He could not (yet) see into Fleur's mind and know that she hadn't been intending to tease him. At first, she'd been overwhelmed by emotion- both vindictively gratified and impressed beyond measure at his rejection of her mother- something no one had done before as far as Fleur knew. That combined with an emotional protectiveness, possessiveness, overwhelming affection, and the affirmation that he wasn't choosing her because of her appearance and allure to form a cocktail that quickly boiled over into desire.
She'd been enjoying the pleasures that his body had to offer, indulging in his scent, his taste, the sound of his gasps and moans and the feel of powerful muscles twitching beneath his skin. When she had seen the state of his cock, swollen, throbbing, and dripping, her brain had taken a few good seconds to reboot. To her it was a feast for the eyes, and to the sense provided by her allure, it was the ultimate expression of masculine sexual energy.
And the smell of him! His cum may as well be an aphrodisiac for how its smell and taste affected her. She'd always gotten a thrill out of the smell of Bill's cum, but now it seemed like a pale imitation to the potency of Harry's essence.
When her folds engulfed his swollen cockhead, the pleasure eclipsed anything Bill had ever done to her or that she'd given to herself. It was the first time she'd penetrated or even touched there with her allure fully engaged, and it showed in how aggressively her nerves fired, lighting up her labia with a pleasure that was as taunting as it was intense. She hadn't planned on taking him so aggressively (none of this had been planned), her body had cried out to be filled so strongly that she could do nothing else.
And as good as that little taste had felt, taking him fully within her blew it out of the water. Her inner flesh was so sensitive that she could feel every ridge and crevice of his penis, every pulse and tremor, she could feel his cum rush through his shaft and erupt within her- feeding an insatiable hunger deep in her core.
As much as she wanted to see Harry's reaction, she couldn't help but throw her head back as her vision became a blur. She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and so her moan came out as a "Hnnnnnnnng!" It was instinctive manifestation of a time when Fleur had felt the need to restrain herself. But even then, she had to breath, and when she did, everything she'd been holding in just burst from her with a "FFFFFUUUUUUUCK!"
She did not know how long it lasted- how long her cunt had been devouring this prime cock, or how much of his semen she had milked from him. All she knew was that at a certain point, she felt a fullness deep within her and the contortions of her inner muscles ceased. Her screaming moan trailed off with an "Uuunff!" Her cunt relaxed and Harry's cock slid out, at first still hard, but quickly deflating. Even still, the abused organ still twitched weakly long after leaving the embrace of her femininity. Harry followed, sliding down to the floor, his unfocused eyes staring straight ahead.
Fleur staggered forward, catching herself against the wall and taking a moment to steady herself. She felt high- euphoria flooding through her veins, emanating from a persistent ball of pleasure in her core. She clenched around that ball again and again, each time moaning to herself at the resulting infusion of liquid pleasure into her veins as it slowly shrank down and leaked away, until with one last shudder, it dissipated.
She looked down- her body had a sheen of sweat and thighs were streaked with Harry's cum. Harry seemed to be somewhat more cognizant now and smiled lopsidedly at Fleur. "Hey." He said.
"Hey." She smiled back at him. "How are you, mon tresor?"
"Great. That was… that was amazing. Thank you." His eyes radiated affection, before a sliver of doubt clouded them "Did you… enjoy yourself?"
It took a moment for what he was asking to register, that he was genuinely worried that she hadn't enjoyed herself when she had spent the entire time cuming her brains out, and Fleur burst into laughter. She was rather giddy from her endorphin high, and she found that she couldn't stop once she started. She doubled down, her hands on her knees as the wave of laughter ran its course, Harry looking at her with a bewilderment that just seemed so funny triggering another wave of laughter.
Fleur couldn't remember laughing so hard, ever. She hadn't even truly laughed, without any restraint, since she was a little girl. She had mastered the polite laugh, but even her true laughs she kept a lid on. Harry soon seemed to realize how silly his question had been, or maybe her laughter was contagious because soon her was laughing to. Fleur slumped against him- the pair laughing without a care in the world.
When they managed to calm themselves down, Fleur beamed at him and placed a kiss to his forehead "You were wonderful, Harry. Absolutely wonderful. I've never been able to let go like that with anyone." She kissed his lips sweetly "I should be the one thanking you. Thank you for opening yourself up to me, thank you for letting me open up to you, and…" She leaned to whisper into his ear "Thank you for giving me that amazing cock." Said cock twitched at her words, this time in interest.
Fleur gathered Harry into her arms over his weak protests that he could walk. "Non, you will not lift a finger tonight." As she carried him back to her room her eyes drifted down to his flaccid penis- how it jostled with each step, how his testicles hung loosely and swayed. Despite how amazingly she'd just cum, her inner hunger re-ignited.
Fleur tucked him into her bed and donned a robe, preserving a shred of each of their modesties for when she called "Mimsy!" The house elf appeared with a crack, jolting Harry from his near sleep. "Could you bring us some snacks? Something that could be eaten on a bed without making too much of a mess, and water please."
With that task delegated, she returned her attention to Harry "Hermione's gonna be pissed." He chuckled.
"Aren't you connected? She isn't now?"
"She's a little giddy from cumming so much, but she's getting annoyed by me teasing her now."
Fleur chuckled but was genuinely curious now about how exactly their bond worked, they shared orgasms to some extent, but how far did that go. Did that mean anything one person was attracted to automatically become attractive to the other? She pitched that thought to Harry, who answered lazily. "Nah, she thinks you're beautiful, but doesn't get anything out of it… Ginny and Luna though…"
"I gathered." Fleur smirked. Her Veela drive seemed to exclusively focus on men, but the part of her that was a witch was piqued by Ginny and Luna's interest. "How are they doing?"
Harry chuckled again "Ginny passed out the moment I was inside you. Luna's still here though. She says hi."
Mimsy reappeared with a platter of snacks- sliced applies, strawberries, cheese and crackers, along with a pitcher of water and a glass cup. Fleur thanked her and placed the platter on the bed even as the majority of her attention remained on the man in her bed.
When Mimsy left, Fleur shrugged off her robe and uncovered Harry. She set to work then, placing an apple slice at his lips and prompting him to eat, but Harry resisted. "I can feed myself, Fleur." He muttered with some exasperation.
"Harry, you seem to be under the impression that you're in control here." Fleur said, her free hand reaching down to his still mostly soft cock, lightly grasping it and caressing it with her fingers.
"Ah! Hnngg!" Harry gasped as her fingers stimulated his shaft- over-sensitized from his orgasm. Any normal man would have been long since done, but Harry wasn't a normal man, and Fleur wasn't a normal woman.
"Eat up mon tresor, you will need it for tonight." Fleur crooned, offering the apple wedge to him again. This time, Harry dutifully chewed and swallowed. "Good boy." She praised, rewarding him with a few more strokes of his cock.
She repeated this process- feeding him and giving him water, and each time he cooperated giving his shaft a few indulgent strokes, her fingers taking detours to explore the contours of his sex. Fleur was conflicted- Harry's body was laid out like a display just for her eyes- but she couldn't seem to decide what to admire. Her eyes kept switching from his face, which was crunched up adorably as he moaned in pleasure with each of her 'rewards', down his lean body, to his cock, which twitched as it rapidly swelled to fullness in her hand.
After only a few minutes under Fleur's attentions, Harry interjected with a plaintive moan "Fleur, I'm getting close." Fleur had seen this coming; his cock was twitching deliciously under her touch, his breathing had picked up and his moans had gotten more desperate. She just smiled and pressed a strawberry to his lips "But I'm gonna, I'm gonna…"
"Eat." She said firmly, pressing the strawberry into his mouth. Harry obliged her, and Fleur stroked him again, this time with intent on driving him over the edge. Her thumb zeroed in on his frenulum and circled it until his cock quivered.
"Aah! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" Harry moaned as he released himself over his chest and stomach. Fleur took a mental picture. It made a magnificent tableau- Harry with cum glistening across his chest and abs, dripping from his still twitching and leaking cock. She was tempted to breath it in, or better yet drag her tongue of his chest- but she knew that she'd lose control if she did.
Harry himself was blushing red in embarrassment. "What's wrong mon tresor?" He was reluctant to answer, so Fleur prodded "Tell me."
"I'm just… I'm a giver in bed. It feels wrong to accept all of this without giving back in return." Harry reluctantly explained.
"Harry, I thought we agreed that I'm in charge tonight." Harry nodded "So if I want you to cum, what does that mean you do?"
Harry still seemed hesitant, but when he met her eyes he realized that she wouldn't let him get away with not answering. "It means, that I cum."
"That's a good boy." She crooned, kissing his lips lovingly. "But there's something else. You were holding back just then, weren't you? You were trying not to cum."
"Yeah?" He answered, as if it were obvious. She wondered how deeply that need to perform had sunk into his psyche. She imagined most men felt it, but Harry was uniquely considerate, and had to 'perform' for seven witches. She had to imagine that this issue had come up before with at least a few of his other lovers- considering three of them could literally read his mind, but perhaps she could help.
"Don't." She told him. "Don't fight it. In fact, encourage it. I promise that you will not disappoint me. Understood?"
Fleur was gratified to see that he didn't hesitate to agree. Fleur decided to abandon the project of feeding Harry- he had already knocked out a glass and a half of water and a decent portion of the food plate. Right now, she really wanted to see just how quickly she could get him to cum with just her hand.
However, when she returned to stroking him, Harry hissed and winced in discomfort. "Sorry!" He gasped apologetically "I'm just, really sensitive down there now." To be fair he truly had been through the wringer at this point- she needed another strategy.
A thought occurred to her- Harry hadn't really gotten the chance to explore her body. She pondered that for a moment, as her fingers idly fondled Harry's sex, despite the half-pleased half-discomforted sounds it elicited from him. She didn't regret taking control, but her inclination had so much been to ravish Harry's body that she hadn't given him the chance to truly appreciate hers. It would be wonderful to set aside some time and just let him to explore her, but in his current mindset she was sure that he would take it as an opportunity to 'pay her back' and reciprocate the pleasure he'd given her rather than truly enjoy himself.
That wasn't to say she didn't plan on enjoying herself greatly. She knew that she'd give herself many amazing orgasms using his fingers, his tongue, and his lovely cock. But that was the key, she wanted it to be on her terms, not his. Perhaps, however, she could give him a bit of direction. She decided to play coy. "Harry, have you ever thought about feeling my breasts?"
Harry quirked an eyebrow at her and deadpanned "No, haven't once thought about it." Fleur goggled at him for a moment, before they both burst back into laughter.
As their chuckles died away, Fleur couldn't help but beam at him. Really, she was happy to see that his sense of humor was intact. It drove home to her that this wasn't some hapless boy she'd lured into her bed. If he really wanted to, Harry could say no to her just as easily as he did to her mother. He was here because he chose to be, because he wanted to be there, with her.
Fleur took his hands and placed them at the sides of her breasts, giving him a challenging smile. Harry's eyelids fluttered in pleasure as his hands began to explore "God, Fleur." He moaned.
"How do they feel?"
"Amazing." He murmured in awe "They're so soft." He wrapped his hands around the undersides of her breasts and squeezed gently, letting his fingers dig into the soft flesh and demonstrating how pliant they were, how his fingers seemed to sink into them. "But..." He scaled back the pressure until his hands just gently skirted her skin, showing how easily her breasts retained their form- seemingly defying gravity. "How?"
"I'm not human, Harry." Fleur chimed "Surely you've noticed." Harry's hands, after much teasing, finally grazed her nipples, momentarily derailing Fleur's train of thought. Her own eyes flickered shut and she bit back down on her lip to muffle her moan "Hn!"
Seeing her reaction, Harry continued to stroke and circle her sensitive nubs, and Fleur knew that if this went on much longer, she'd be forced to mount him. She'd been touching herself, on and off, since they'd gotten in bed, and even though her focus hadn't been on making herself cum, it had succeeded in working her up. It was always where this evening was going, but she wanted to fully enjoy herself before that inevitable conclusion.
Thankfully, Fleur had a trump card. "Do you want to know what they'd feel like around your cock?" This time no smart comment was forthcoming. Harry's hands froze as his cock twitched several times in her hand. Fleur was pleased to see his eyes betraying his distraction and his lips parted in a soft moan.
"Hm? I didn't catch that." She teased.
"You know I want to."
"Harry, I want to hear you say it."
"I want you to -oh fuck- fuck me with your tits!" While a tad crude, Fleur couldn't have been happier with his answer- he knew very well who was in charge, that even in this position she would be the one fucking him.
"That's right." She smirked, lightly tugging his hands away from her body. "Have you imagined how it would feel, having that aching prick between my soft, inviting tits?"
"Yessss." Harry moaned, his eyes hooded and hips arching subtly upwards.
"I can imagine. A fourteen year old boy, desperately jerking his cock in bed that night after the second task." Harry's somewhat sheepish expression told her she was right on the mark. "Harry, if I had been wiser back then, I would have bedded you that night. Goddess knows I wanted to."
Now, Harry was truly gob-smacked. "Really? Why didn't you, then?"
"If you were to ask me back then I would have said that it was your age and that we were in different schools- but they were justifications, not the reason." Fleur admitted "The truth is I wasn't ready… how could I give all of myself to someone if I couldn't also accept all of myself?" She reflected for a moment before continuing, she put some thought into what she was about to say and still wasn't sure if it was the full truth "It may have been for the best. I'm afraid the me of two years ago would have broken your heart and lived to regret it."
They had gone on a tangent, which was new to her. Sex with Bill had been much more straightforward. But this was better, more organic. "So, it is my fault that we lost that time, but don't worry. I will make it up to you."
"You already have."
"No, Harry." She purred "I've only just begun to make it up to you." Harry gulped "Now then… turn around." Fleur directed Harry to pivot so that his legs were hanging off the bed.
Harry watched with rapt attention as she knelt in front of him and placed his cockhead beneath her cleavage and muttered "Oh my god." as she moved her body downwards, slipping his cock into the gap of her cleavage. She barely even needed to use one hand to support them- her pliant flesh nearly molded itself around him, almost perfectly enveloping his shaft. Soon, his cock had completely disappeared into her cleavage- not even the tip of it peeking out.
Her free hand was nestled between her legs, dipping between her folds with purpose as she began to slowly raise and lower her upper body. The tenderness of Harry's sex was forgotten as he marveled at how her soft flesh greedily clung to his cock as it moved. The unique drag it created forced a moan from his lips. "Oh my god." He chanted "It's so good. It's so fucking good. Fleur… can I?" He held his hands over her chest.
Fleur, distracted by her fingering, nodded without thought, and Harry's hands cupped her breasts, displacing Fleur's hand. Harry's hands pressed gently down- and that slight pressure translated exponentially into pleasure. It felt as if her cleavage was swallowing his cock whole, gripping it almost like a vagina would. It felt so good- he just had to jerk his hips upwards, burying his cock just a bit deeper into her inviting cleavage. "Ah, fuck!"
Fleur had no problem with these developments. Frankly, this was exactly what she wanted- for Harry to get lost in her body and lose all inhibition. The fact that he was the one moving was immaterial to her- her body had driven him to this. Her breasts had driven him to jerk his hips with increasing urgency, had drawn the delicious noises from his mouth with each spasm of his hips.
After perhaps ten seconds of thrusting she could tell that he was getting close already, Fleur suspected he needed a reminder of her one command "Don't fight it Harry."
"But-but-" She could practically read his mind- we just started, this is so fast, won't she be disappointed?
Fleur cut through the noise "Harry… cum. Now." A shiver ran down Harry's spine in prelude to his orgasm, and his hips gave one last shuddering thrust as he released himself. Fleur's hands landed atop Harry's, mashing them into her chest and assuring that Harry's trembling organ was trapped.
The first pulse escaped her cleavage and left a streak of cum down her face. The rest- Harry spending himself between her breasts- was a blur for Fleur as his smell overrode her other senses. She licked her lips, picking up his taste- even with orgasm after orgasm wrung from him- his cum was still thick and potent. She didn't even need the hand- her orgasm claimed her regardless, and despite the fact that her cunt was clenching on nothing and she wasn't even touching herself, it was the second best orgasm she'd ever had.
What a man, what a stud she had bagged. Fleur thought, somewhat delirious as she rested against Harry's chest, unintentionally smearing the cum that had collected there earlier into her face. She tried to moan something to the effect of 'fuck' but it came out garbled because her mouth had acted on its own accord, licking and sucking up the pearly white fluid in reach. She shuddered and moaned again as her body was wracked by a mini-orgasm.
Fleur rubbed their bodies together, smearing his cum between them, which only served to inflame her more as she wallowed in his scent. He'd give me so many daughters. She thought. Despite what her mother had told Harry- Veela blood did not dilute. Her and her mothers' abilities were exactly the same (aside from experience) and so would her daughters and granddaughters. The catch was that part-Veela had fertility problems- as much as her mother and father had tried, they could not have more than two daughters together (and the child of a part-Veela was almost always a part-Veela daughter). Two was the most Fleur could have reasonably expected to have. If she had found a powerful wizard whose innate magic could bridge the gap, she may even be able to have three. Her mind was alight with the possibilities- how many daughters would Harry give her?
Fleur wedged her hand against her womanhood, and a few swipes of her fingers at her clit was enough to tip her over the edge again. "Gah! Fuck!" Fleur panted "'Arry! I need that fucking cock!" She could give herself a thousand orgasms with her fingers and it still wouldn't satisfy. She needed him between her legs, now.
With a grunt, Fleur bent Harry's legs back and aligned her pelvis with his in a position that gave her complete control and Harry nearly none. She ground her sex into his, and with great disappointment realized that he was soft. Not just half hard- his cock had completely shriveled up. In her frenzy, she jammed their pelvises together repeatedly. "Get. Fucking. 'ARD!"
Meanwhile, Harry was wincing in pain as Fleur abused his tender, over-used flesh. Her allure washed over him, but it made no difference "Fleur!" He cringed, seeing that Fleur may start directing her frustration on him "I want to, I really do. But my cock… just can't."
That gave Fleur pause. She'd never actually used her allure that way, but her mother told her it was possible. If Harry's cock wasn't cooperating, she would make it cooperate. Her reserves, which had seemed boundless this morning, were finally beginning to dwindle, but she had enough for this.
"Hhhhnng! Hng! Hng! Hng!" Harry grunted as Fleur's allure enveloped his cock, once again inflicting the sensation of a thousand feather light kisses on the abused and hyper-sensitive organ. It was sweet, exquisite agony. Yet, his cock responded- twitching and twitching at the sheer volume of sensation, each time growing fractionally harder.
Fleur continued to grind against him, dragging the moist folds of her labia across his sex, and adding to painfully pleasurable overstimulation. Soon, he was stiff enough that he slipped into her, and Fleur eagerly tilted her hips to take him inside of her. "Ahn!" Fleur gasped as she took him, a wide toothy smile spreading across her face. It hardly mattered to her that he wasn't even close to fully erect, he could have had a micro-penis and she'd still fuck his brains out.
Harry cried out and squirmed as Fleur's inner muscles vigorously massaged his prick, but he was well and truly stuck- she had him pinned, legs bent and splayed, a hand pressed to his chest as she stared down victoriously at him with that almost deranged toothy smile. Fleur began pumping her hips, at first constrained by his size, but as his cock continued to grow, she was truly able to let loose. Breathy grunts continued to escape her as her hips began to audibly slap against his- sending shockwaves through her boobs that would have been a treat for Harry under different circumstances.
For Harry, it may have been torture, but it was the best torture he could imagine. Her cunt, it was so soft, wet and inviting, yet it was moving up and down his tender shaft with a blistering speed that lit every nerve ending on fire. It was almost as if his cock was under the cruciatus- but it also felt really good, too good? It was all he could do to ride it out and hope the noises he was making weren't too embarrassing.
Seeking ever more stimulation, Fleur brought her free hand to where they were joined, and with just one finger rubbed at her clit. Like flipping a switch, her thrusting sped up a notch, her hips a blur as she sought that peak. Her pleasure rose higher and higher- with each new plateau she thought that this surely must be the peak, yet again and again she was proven wrong. The last reserves of her innate Veela magic channeled to the muscles around her core- powering her thrusting to a new, inhuman, pace. Sweat dripped from her body, her teeth were grit in a grimace of effort as a trickle of drool ran down her chin. Yes, yessss, almost there, almost…
It was Harry's orgasm, a wretched thing wrung out only with Fleur's herculean effort, that pushed her over the edge. While Harry gritted his teeth and shuddered from a rather disappointing climax- the last dregs of semen his (rather immense) magical core could provide dribbling out- Fleur screamed to the heavens as a wave of pleasure crested over her, a climax that rivalled even her first with him.
Her innate magic gave out in the nick of time, and her hips quickly transitioned to spasmatic, jerking motions. And then, she couldn't even manage that, without her magic assisting them, she realized just how overworked her muscles were. It was beyond the point where they would cry out in protest, for the most part they just refused to work any further, leading Fleur to collapse limply against Harry's body.
And yet her peak continued, ripping through her body again and again, and Fleur could do nothing but moan and drool against Harry's chest as the waves of pleasure only slowly died down.
A few things occurred to her as she began to drift off. She may have overdone it, and she might, just might, end up regretting that in the morning.