Harry Potter walked into the living room of Grimmauld and sighed. Conflicting emotions ran through him as he took in the sight of the woman sitting there on the couch, nursing a glass full of wine, a half-empty bottle on the table a clear indication. His mind filled with concern over her, as had been the norm for a few months now.
Her husband had cheated on her about a year ago, and Fleur had been devastated. Forget the fact that they had just fought a brutal war that had brought their society down on its knees. Bill Weasley had gone ahead and in a bout of insanity, fucked a random woman who they knew nothing of. Fleur came to know of it after a few months when she caught him pounding into the tramp in their bedroom, and that had been the end of their marriage.
The veela had been ready to move back to France, leaving her job at Gringotts and the country behind, but Harry had somehow convinced her to stay. He had even offered her to live at #12 Grimmauld Place if she wanted to. Fleur had been slightly offended at first, thinking that Harry had some ulterior motives, but then she relented after a lot of convincing. He knew why she had stayed though. It was only when he requested her to help him with Teddy did she relent. Andromeda had perished in the battle alongside her daughter and son-in-law, leaving Harry to care for his godson. Perhaps Fleur was searching for some semblance of normality after her divorce, and she saw Teddy as a getaway from everything. Harry didn't complain. He really needed help raising the little toddler, having had no clue how to raise a child, and Fleur was happy to immerse herself in the role.
The fact, however, was that Harry did have some ulterior motives, nothing nefarious though. The months he had spent in Shell Cottage during the run had brought him closer to the young veela. Although she was married, he couldn't help but admire her. In addition to her great looks, she was a very smart person and had a sharp tongue as well. Her overall countenance beckoned him close to her, and the more time they spent with each other, the more he found himself falling for her. It was something he had never intended, but the heart worked in mysterious ways, and his heart had been lost before he even knew.
When her marriage to Bill ended, Harry was left with mixed feelings. On one hand, he was deeply saddened for Fleur, but a small part of him couldn't help but feel happy at the fact that she was no longer shackled to someone else.
Harry sighed and walked inside the living room and stood there, taking in the sight of her. At only 24, Fleur was a woman in her prime, and Harry couldn't help but look at her with a mix of admiration and attraction in his eyes.
She was lying back on the couch, her legs propped up over the coffee table in front of her. Harry took in the sight of her legs covered in light blue leggings before trailing his gaze upward to her slightly exposed stomach. The creamy skin on display there did nothing to quell his attraction, amplifying it instead. Her white top had ridden up slightly to expose her dainty navel, straining over her considerable bust, and Harry could see her slightly hard nubs poking through the thin fabric.
Not for the first time, Harry wondered how they would look up close, bared to his eyes as he showered her with all the love and affection he could muster. His eyes drifted up to her slender neck where her silvery tresses rested in droves before traveling to her beautiful face. He took in her full, inviting lips and once again wondered how it would feel to kiss them.
"Are you done staring, Harry?" Her soft, slightly tipsy voice cut through the silence, and Harry looked up at her face in surprise. She was looking at him through half-lidded eyes, an eyebrow raised as she took another sip of that wine from her brimming glass.
"I'm sorry, Fleur," Harry said, "I was just checking if you were asleep,"
"Uh-huh, sure you were,"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't think I've not seen the looks you were giving me Harry. You were staring at my tits," Fleur smirked.
Harry walked over to sit on the couch beside her, taking the almost-full glass away from her and gulping it down entirely before putting it back on the table in front of him.
"That's a serious accusation, Miss Delacour," Harry stated calmly, "You sure about that?"
Fleur looked at him and frowned. She looked down, eyes closed, and sighed. Harry stared at her in silence, waiting for her to come up with a response.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I don't know why I said that," she chuckled self-depreciatingly, "it's not as if anyone would want to look at me,"
Harry looked at her, confused.
"Don't look at me like that, Harry," Fleur remarked, leaning back and tilting her head up, "I used to think of myself as a sexy woman, able to turn any man's head," she chuckled again, "look where I am now. A disgraced divorcee who's husband left her for someone else,"
"You know that's not your fault," Harry stated firmly, and Fleur whirled around to face him, eyes blazing.
"Isn't it? How is it not my fault? I was so over in my head that I couldn't see my husband drifting away from me, thinking myself all high and mighty. Well, it got me nowhere. Now I'm nothing but a disgraced woman not worth any man. How could I be? The man who I thought I'd spend my life with left me for someone else. If that's not proof enough then I don't know what is,"
Harry gawked at her, eyes wide as he looked at her. She was breathing deeply, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
"And even if you deny it, I know you allow me to live here with all this luxury because you're hopeless at taking care of Teddy,"
"Do you really believe in that shit? No stop," he raised his hand to stop her rebuttal, "what you just said makes zero sense. Bill cheating on you was not your fault. It's his because he's an asshole who couldn't keep to his marriage bed. No, you shut up and listen," Harry hissed agitatedly, and Fleur reeled back in surprise at the amount of venom in his words.
"You're a disgraced woman? Why the fuck would you think that!? You're husband cheated on you and you're divorced. That makes you a disgraced woman? Forgive me but that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
Fleur opened her mouth but Harry cut her off yet again.
"You're not worth any man? Bah! I don't think there's any man out there who's worth what you are. You're a young woman in your prime, and a bloody veela to boot. Men would grovel before you and none of them would deserve you. And forget you're a veela, forget you're a woman hot as hell, and forget the effect you have on people. You're bloody smart! One doesn't become a senior curse breaker in Gringotts without being special. And what the fuck was that about Teddy!? I'll not want you here if not for Teddy? You have no bloody idea how I feel! So stop your bullshit and get your shit straight Fleur!"
Fleur simply looked at him with wide eyes, her mind racing as she took in his agitated posture. His hand was gripping the back of the sofa tightly, the other hand wound up tightly into a fist. His words ran around her mind, playing catch, and she had to try very hard to concentrate in her intoxicated mind, without much success. His words echoed around her psyche as she simply stared at him in absolute silence.
The silence seemed to stretch as the two looked at each other. Neither knew who started it but that was the furthest thing from their minds.
Their lips attacked each other furiously with reckless abandon, and Fleur wasted no time. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out of her mouth to meet his.
Entertwined together, their tongues danced together in an open-mouthed kiss, and Fleur leaned her body against his. None of them paid any mind to their movement, too immersed in the kiss, as Harry was pushed on his back as Fleur climbed entirely on top of him.
The sound of their lips smacking together and their tongues swirling around filled the living room of #12 Grimmauld Place. Soft moans of pleasure could be heard as they kissed passionately.
Pressing herself entirely against him, Fleur arched her back slightly and pushed her big tits firmly against his hard chest as her legs entwined with his, playing together.
Harry had lost himself in the kiss, his consciousness slipping away. His hand came up to grab her waist, pulling her tightly against him before his right hand slid down to grab her tight, round ass. His hand caressed her body fervently and squeezed her ass, the supple flesh jiggling slightly and coaxing a moan out of the alluring veela.
Fleur felt his erection against her lower belly and rocked her ass slightly, rubbing him over his clothes. They kissed each other heatedly, groping each other fervently as they did.
"Fuck me Harry. Fuck me tonight. Make me forget that asshole of a man," Fleur whispered, cupping his cheek and gazing at him with arousal.
"I am your man tonight. Your husband, and I'm going to treat you like my lovely wife. After tonight, any thought of that asshole would be out of your mind. I'll heal you Fleur," Harry whispered and Fleur grinned before mashing her lips back against his.
They kissed each other and slowly Harry turned them over until he was laying on top of her, and Fleur moaned as their tongues caressed each other continuously.
"Fuck you're a goddess," Harry breathed out as he started planting kisses all over her face before locking their lips once more. Fleur moaned in pleasure. He trailed his lips down her lips and sucked her jaw before his lips found their place on her neck.
Harry continued to kiss and nibble on her neck before sucking the tender skin around her collarbone. His lips nipped at the exposed skin on the side of her neck and he nuzzled. Fleur moaned even more and Harry grinned. He had found her sensitive spot.
"I'm going to love you tonight, Fleur. I'm going to treat you the way you deserve to be," Harry whispered against her neck before his lips found their way to hers once more.
"Oh yes..." Fleur hissed when Harry nibbled against her neck once again, her hands coming up to thread through his hair as she pulled him closer. His hand grabbed her thigh and he pulled her leg to wrap it around his waist, and Fleur wasted no time in grinding her pussy against his hard cock. Harry groaned.
Fleur smirked into the kiss before pulling back slightly and looking at him with horny eyes.
"Get up," she whispered, and Harry pushed himself up, sitting back. He saw Fleur get up from the couch before turning him around so his back was resting against the couch before she stood before him. His eyes took in the sexy sight of Fleur Delacour looking at him with lust, her big tits heaving within the confines of that white top, and as his gaze trailed down, his eyes took in the wet patch on her blue leggings.
Fleur saw his eyes roam over her curves and smiled satisfactorily. He didn't know but she had seen how he felt for her in his eyes, and she had been wishing to be with him for months now. However she never could muster up the courage to take that step, and Harry never showed any sign either. She was thankful for the situation that unfolded tonight which gave them the push to take this step.
"All in due time, husband," the word sent a strange sort of thrill through her, and by the glint in his eye, she knew he loved it as well, "but first, sit back and enjoy this,"
Harry felt a sense of ecstasy course through him when Fleur called him her husband because that's what he was for the night before his eyes widened when he saw her kneel in front of him.
"I can't tell you how many times I've imagined this," Harry said as Fleur got to work on his belt. She looked up at him with a smirk and remarked sultrily, "Have you been fantasizing about me, Mr. Potter?"
"Oh you have no idea," he admitted as Fleur pulled the zip and Harry lifted himself so that she could pull his pants down his legs. She smiled and slowly dropped down to her knees in front of him.
"Oh! You have something special for me," Fleur remarked happily as she looked at his bulging cock against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
"It's all yours, Fleur, for as long as you want," Harry said erotically, and Fleur looked at him before kissing him over the fabric. Slowly, she grabbed the waistband and pulled it down swiftly, and leaned back as what had to be the biggest cock sprang out of it.
That thing was going to be inside her! Fleur felt her arousal skyrocket, carrying with it a slight hint of apprehension. Slowly, she reached forward and took hold of his throbbing cock, and Harry hissed in pleasure when her soft hand wrapped around it. He had dreamt of this moment for years, and now that it was finally here, he couldn't express his feelings. One thing was for sure though, that after this night was over, he would have a Patronus strong enough to kill an entire horde of dementors.
"You're... you're massive," Fleur whispered, her hand softly stroking his hardness. Harry chuckled.
"Glad I meet your expectations,"
"Oh you're more than that, much more than that," she whispered huskily, and Harry felt his cock twitch in her hand. Looking up at him, she brought her tongue forward and touched the tip of his cock, swirling around it but not taking it inside her wanton mouth.
"Oh you're such a tease baby," Harry hissed as he leaned forward to place his hand in her hair. Fleur looked up at him with mischievous eyes before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Harry groaned when she sucked it, her hand wrapped around his cock and softly stroking it while her mouth worked the crown.
Harry was in heaven. He couldn't believe he had the woman of his dreams on her knees in front of him, who was giving him what was quite possibly the best blowjob of his life. Not to badmouth his previous partners but none of them came even close to Fleur in terms of sheer sensuality.
Slowly, inch by inch, Fleur sank her mouth on his cock until he was buried to the hilt, the head hitting her throat and causing her to gag slightly. Harry could pass out in sheer pleasure that was coursing through his veins. Fleur had his entire dick inside her mouth, and the crown was nestled inside her throat. The sensation was overwhelming. He gripped the couch tightly while his other hand fisted her hair. A moan around his cock alerted him to the fact that Fleur liked it.
Slowly, she started bobbing her head, working his cock inside her mouth as she did so. The feeling of her lips and tongue slithering around his cock was heavenly, and as she continued to caress it wetly, Harry could do nothing but breathe intensely.
Fleur mentally grinned. She was loving taking him in her mouth, his cock was so big and thick that she felt it would break her jaw. Surely it would take some time for her to get used to the size. 'Well, I'll just have to keep practicing. It's not as if I'm going to let him go now,' she thought.
She slid her mouth back and forth, his cock hitting the back of her throat again and again, and slowly she managed to tone down her gag reflex. She swirled her tongue around his thickness, sucking and licking to her heart's content, taking sheer delight in the way he responded to her. She moaned when Harry gripped her hair in a fist and started to slowly rock his pelvis back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth and sending a thrill of ecstasy through her.
"Fuck..." he grunted as Fleur took control once again, wrapping her hands around his waist and keeping him steady. One hand came down to fondle his balls, and Fleur noticed they were considerably tight. He was close.
With renewed determination, Fleur started bobbing her head back and forth, taking in as much of him as she could, and caressing his cock with her wet tongue. Dirty saliva dripped down her face and chin, on her top but Fleur paid it no mind. The only thing on her mind was to bring him to completion in the most satisfactory manner possible.
She looked up at him and saw he had his eyes locked on her face, looking on as she worked his shaft, and with a wink, she pulled out until only the crown of his cock remained inside her mouth.
Harry watched with a groan as Fleur wrapped her luscious lips around the head of his cock and sucked. He hissed at the renewed bout of pleasure that coursed through him and gripped the couch hard when she started to swirl her tongue around it.
"Fuck Fleur... you're awesone... keep going baby..." Harry groaned as Fleur preened under the praise and raised the intensity of her ministrations. Harry was left at her tender mercy now, and if this is how it felt, he wouldn't mind having a permanent place there, he thought.
Her fist began jacking his cock harder, the surface slick with her saliva and making it easier for her. Coupled with her tongue swirling around the tip and Harry felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Fleur... ugh I'm close..." he managed to grunt, and Fleur grabbed his balls with her free hand and began to fondle them.
It all became too much, and with a loud grunt, Harry erupted inside her eagerly waiting mouth. A huge glob of thick, sticky white cum shot straight down her mouth and into her throat and Fleur only had time to moan before another thick glob of cum shot inside her mouth. Her tongue kept swirling around the head of his cock, wet and covered in his virile cum, as Harry continued to breathe heavily in ecstasy.
Fleur could do nothing but keep her mouth full of his cock as ropes after ropes of his sticky white cum shot inside her mouth, torrents of his cum blasting the back of her throat and coating her oral cavity in its entirety. Just when she thought it was over, another jet of his thick cum erupted from his cock, hitting the roof of her mouth. Not a single part of her sexy mouth was left untouched, and Harry continued to shoot his load inside her mouth until Fleur felt she would let some slip out of her mouth.
That won't do, she thought, and she started to gulp his thick seed, breathing heavily through her nose as she took it all down her throat. A shiver passed through her as she felt his seed slithering down to settle inside her stomach, the feeling so exhilarating that Fleur couldn't help but moan loudly. His cock vibrated and shot another glob of his cum, and Fleur eagerly gulped it down.
Harry looked on and breathed heavily. This was beyond what he had ever imagined. Fleur had brought him under such frenzy that he couldn't help but wonder if he had emptied his entire load already.
His lust for her skyrocketed, and despite cumming, he felt he was ready to go for more. As soon as Fleur released his cock from the confines of her mouth and gulped the last remnant of his thick, sticky sum, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up. She squealed when Harry pulled her flush against him and moaned into the passionate kiss he pulled her in. Her arms wound up around his neck, and she pushed her body against his, attempting to mold her alluring frame against his solid one, and Harry grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her close. Her wet pussy touched his cock, and she was surprised that he was already getting hard.
Her pussy ground against his hardening manhood as he squeezed her ass through the thin fabric of her leggings, her tits mashed up against his chest as his mouth plundered hers for all it was worth. Fleur moaned into the kiss as he kneaded her ass and she felt his hard cock right under her pussy, separated only by her leggings and her silk knickers.
"You're... ohh... you're already hard?" She whispered before moaning out loud when Harry planted his lips against her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot.
"I have great stamina," Harry whispered between his kisses as Fleur embraced him.
"I can feel that... ohh yess..."
"Good thing that you're veela... I bet you would be able to keep up," Harry remarked teasingly and Fleur giggled.
"You sure about that?"
"Only one way to find out," and with that, he palmed her ass and stood up. Fleur wasted no time and wrapped her legs around his waist, which had the added benefit of aligning her wet pussy against his throbbing erection. Locking lips with her once again, Harry stepped out of his pants and walked ahead, carrying Fleur with him out of the living room and up the stairs toward his bedroom.
Her pussy started to tingle at the thought of what was about to come. Having imagined this moment for months, her anticipation of being with Harry was escalating with every second that passed.
The moment they reached outside his bedroom, Harry kicked the door open and entered, his mouth devouring hers as his fingers groped her supple ass over the thin fabric of her leggings. Fleur was erotically grinding her wet pussy against his throbbing cock, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as her hands threaded through his hair, scratching his scalp and caressing it simultaneously.
They entered his bedroom and Harry somehow, without looking, shut the door behind him, and waved his hand to power up the silencing runes. No need to wake little Teddy from his beauty sleep.
"You've got... absolutely no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Harry admitted between kisses as he unashamedly groped her bubble butt, sinking his fingers into the supple flesh. Fleur moaned in pleasure and ground her pussy hard against his cock.
He walked over until he felt the back of his legs touch the side of his bed and promptly dropped down, pulling Fleur on his lap as the couple snogged senselessly.
"And you'll get all of me, for as long as you want," Fleur breathed out, "now sit back and enjoy this,"
Pulling herself back, she got out of his lap and stood in front of him. She took a few steps back until she was standing a few feet away, out of his reach. Smiling seductively, Fleur turned around and looked over her shoulder at him, pushing her lustrous silvery-blonde hair aside as Harry leaned back with a smile.
She bent over, pushing her large ass up and Harry breathed when he saw the wet spot right where her pussy was. He saw her grab the sides of her leggings before she started pulling them down. Inch after fucking inch of her soft, creamy flesh was exposed to his eyes as the blue fabric continued its descent. Her round arse, entirely exposed for his viewing pleasure, was a work of wonder, and only a thin strip of her tiny black thong concealed her sopping womanhood from his intense gaze.
Fleur looked back at him and smirked. She wiggled her ass, and Harry watched, hypnotized, as the bubbly flesh jiggled with her movement as the leggings revealed more and more of her ivory flesh. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and as the leggings pooled at her feet, Fleur daintily stepped out and stood up straight. Harry drank in the sight of this goddess giving him a live strip show, and he could feel his cock throbbing.
Her finger trailed its path up her pussy, going over her lacy thong and Harry's eyes followed its path as it traveled up her navel before coming to a stop at her generous tits. She grabbed the zipper and locked eyes with him. Harry quickly broke their eye contact when he saw her pulling the zipper slowly, agonizingly, down until her top hung over her curvaceous frame loosely.
Harry could see her lovely tits that stood proud in her lace black bra through the opening before Fleur pulled her top over her head and dropped it down on the floor.
He didn't think his cock could get any more hard as he looked at this vision of beauty straight out from any man's wildest wet dream standing upright in front of him, posing sensuously, for him. Only for him.
"Like what you see?" she whispered teasingly, and Harry could only nod in response, too busy drinking her lovely sight. Fleur grinned in abject satisfaction.
"Good, 'cause there's more," she whispered before she took hold of the waistband of her skimpy thong. With a smirk, she slowly began to lower them, and Harry watched, utterly transfixed, as her shaven pussy became visible to the naked eye. Merlin, she was heavenly.
If he thought that was all he could feast his eyes on, he was sorely mistaken. Once Fleur had stepped out of her thong, she stood up and with a smirk, she whispered, "You love these babies, don't you? Well, have at them," she blew him a kiss and reached behind her.
Harry watched, transfixed, as Fleur unsnapped her lace black bra and with a smirk, held it in place.
"Ready?" She whispered teasingly. Harry could do nothing but nod. He would worship this goddess for all his life, he resolved to himself.
Smiling sultrily, she slid one strap down her shoulder before doing the same with the other. Harry watched as she pulled her arms out and held the bra over her tits.
"Harry?" She whispered, and he looked up at her face, "these are yours," and dropped the bra to the floor.
Harry thought his brain would go haywire as he drank in the astonishingly alluring figure of Fleur Fucking Delacour in all her glory. His eyes drank in every inch of her glorious body, from her slender neck to her décolleté, to her firm, supple, round, pert, and full tits, to her soft pink and puffy nipples, down to her dainty navel and the dripping honeypot between her long, luscious legs, all naked for his viewing pleasure. If he was dying, Harry was sure he would die a happy man.
Slowly, she walked forward until she was standing right in front of him, and with a seductive smile, she caressed his face.
"Do you want me, husband?"
The word sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and Harry grabbed her hand, planting feather light kisses over her arm.
"Come on then," she added and climbed on the bed. Harry stood up and discarded his clothes, and Fleur laid down, her legs wide open and Harry stared hungrily at her gushing pussy.
"Come husband, make love to your wife," she purred and spread her arms, beckoning him close. Harry stepped forward and hovered on top of her. Their faces were inches apart, and the couple gazed at each other with unbridled lust and desire.
The bed sagged under their weight and Harry laid himself down on top of her, his firm chest pressing up against her naked tits, squishing the soft globes of heavenly flesh and coaxing a pleasurable sigh from the blonde beauty.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, and Fleur kissed him back feverishly, her legs wide open. She felt his throbbing cock press up against her slick entrance and Harry held himself above her, looking down at her wanton visage.
"Ready, wife?"
Fleur smiled saucily and licked her lips.
"Make love to me, husband. Claim me tonight, show me why I should be yours and yours only," she replied and Harry grinned.
"With pleasure," he said and leaned forward, pressing himself tightly against hers. This was it, this was the moment when she would finally be one with him.
He pushed forward slightly and slowly her wet pussy gave way until his thick head buried itself inside her.
"More baby, give me more," she moaned, and Harry pushed. Inch after inch, his big, hard cock disappeared inside her and Fleur felt more full than she ever had in her life. Never had she had a cock so wonderful, and he wasn't even fully inside yet.
Slowly, he pulled back before pushing forward, and another inch of his massive length was swallowed by her pussy. He kept pistoning in and out of her, making her pussy accommodate his length and girth, seemingly in no hurry. Fleur admired him even more for that. Any other man would've slammed roughly inside her, uncaring of her, but not her Harry.
Slowly, her pussy loosened around his cock, forming a lewd 'O' around it, and he was able to bury his entire length inside her with one final push. Fleur gasped. Never had she been this full. Her pussy was fully stretched, and it felt incredible. The pleasure was so intense that she thought she might orgasm right then and there.
"Fuck Fleur, you're so hot," he groaned as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
"Oh baby, you're so big, it feels so good Harry, ahh..." Fleur moaned out loud, her back arching sexily and pushing her glorious orbs against his chest.
For a moment or two, the couple stayed still, her pussy adapting to his length and girth while they kissed each other with passion, their lips moving together in a wet dance of unbridled lust.
"You're much bigger than I thought," Fleur whispered after pulling out of the kiss, and Harry grinned down at her.
"Oh yeah? You're fucking tight, Fleur!"
"That's because there hasn't been a cock bigger than yours inside me," she moaned as Harry planted soft kisses along her jaw.
"Is that so? Get used to it then, 'cause I'm never going to let you go, wife," he groaned against her porcelain skin as his fingers caressed her sides.
"Ahh yes husband, fuck me, fuck me tonight and fuck me forever! Make me yours!" Fleur moaned loudly and Harry chuckled.
"With pleasure," he whispered as he slowly pulled out of her before slamming back inside with enough force that a loud slap echoed around the room.
"Aaaaahhhhhh... yess Harry, fuck me!"
Harry didn't deny her. Pulling his hips back until only the head of his cock remained inside, he pushed his entire length inside her quivering snatch.
"Ohhh so good... keep doing that baby... you're so good..." Fleur moaned as Harry leaned forward and buried his face in her neck, licking, sucking, and biting the tender skin. He pressed his chest against her wonderfully naked tits, mashing them erotically against himself as his hips worked repeatedly, drilling into her with a steady rhythm. He could feel her hard nipples against his firm chest and gave a particularly hard thrust and shook her sexy frame under his well-sculpted body.
"Ohh... ohh fuck! Merlin that's so good! Fuck me baby... ohh yess..." she moaned loudly.
"Ugh... you're so tight Fleur... ohh fuck it feels like you're a virgin all over, baby..." Harry groaned and Fleur giggled.
"That's because that asshole only got me once baby... the first night was all he got... and you... ohh... and you're so big... no wonder my fanny is tight for you..."
Harry drove himself into her relentlessly, his fingers threading through hers as he held her hands above her head, establishing a firm hold before driving deep inside her.
"That's... ugh... that's good, now you won't need anything. This dick will be enough for you... I'll show you how good we both will be,"
"Ohh believe me I know... fuck... I should've married you instead... given Teddy little siblings to play with... ahh Harry you're fucking me so good baby..."
The thought of having children with the woman he loved sent a thrill through him. With renewed vigor, he started hammering away inside her. Fleur howled in ecstasy as she felt her pussy welcome his ferocious ministrations like a wanton mistress as their lewd sounds echoed around his bedroom.
Her large tits rolled wildly around her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. Her heart was beating wildly as she clutched him tightly against her. Her sexy, long legs wrapped around his waist as Fleur pulled him even closer to her, desperate to eliminate even the slightest bit of space between them.
"Yesss baby! Fuck your wife tonight! Fuck me with your big cock Harry! Don't let up lover, give it to me! Make me yours baby! Aaahhh fuckkk! I love this so much! Ohh Yesss..." she hissed in pleasure as unfamiliar sensations of unrivaled delight coursed through every fiber of her being.
"Aaah yes Fleur... you're mine... tonight... tomorrow... forever... ugh... take it baby... that this cock tonight... it's all yours... I'm all yours... fuck!" Harry grunted as he felt her tighten her hold around his body. Her arms pulled him close to her as did her legs, and Harry didn't resist one bit.
Their sweaty bodies moved together in a lewd dance of carnal delight and they could feel goosebumps all over each other's skin. Harry looked down at her with a smile on his face, his eyes taking in every detail of her lovely visage as Fleur smiled up at him. He leaned on his left slightly and brought his right hand up to grab her delightful orb of soft flesh.
It was the first time he was touching her naked tits with his hand, and the feeling was indescribable. He squeezed it firmly, rolling it around in his palm as his fingers caressed it softly. Fleur mewled sexily under him, giving him a contented grin which Harry returned with one of his own.
"Merlin baby... your hand feels so good there... ohh yess... touch them baby... squeeze them... play with them... they're all yours now... do what you want to me baby... aaahhhh..." Fleur purred with a sexy smile and Harry grinned.
"Fuck Fleur, your tits are fucking awesome!" He grunted as he mauled her tits, his fingers sinking deeper into the pliable ball of flesh.
"Oh yes baby... play with them... ahh they're yours now to do with as you wish... ooohhh..." Fleur moaned loudly when Harry bent his head down and took her hard nipple inside his mouth and sucked hard. Fleur shivered at the pleasurable sensation that coursed through her and pulled his head closer, seemingly burying his head inside her ample bosom.
"YES! Merlin yes! Suck them, Harry! Ohhh yess... suck my tits while you fuck me! Oh, I love this so much..." Fleur purred. Intense lust permeated through the bedroom as the couple lost themselves in each other, every other thought having already been evaporated from their minds, their focus precisely where their lust demanded.
Harry rolled her hard nubs in his mouth, his tongue caressing and flicking the nipple simultaneously as a thick layer of his saliva coated her soft pink areola. Alternating between the two heavenly globes of softness, Harry showered Fleur with all the affection he could muster, his hips repeatedly moving back and forth, his big manhood continuously slithering in and out of her hot cunt.
Fleur felt like she was in heaven, no, scratch that, she felt like she had transcended heaven and she was floating into nothingness, with nobody but her lover to keep her company as they indulged in their carnal salsa. Never had she thought sex could feel like this, so ecstatic but so carnal, so exhilarating but so emotional. Harry evoked something she had buried within herself after the betrayal – her sense of self-worth perhaps, and it felt liberating to fully release herself and give her everything to this wonderful man.
As Harry dragged his lips away from her wondrous tits and hovered over her, he kept his cock buried inside her quivering pussy as he looked at her tenderly. Fleur's breath hitched when she saw the desire on his face, his utmost devotion to her making it difficult for her to form any coherent sentence.
"Give yourself to me Fleur," he whispered, stroking her cheek tenderly, and Fleur looked at him with wide eyes.
"Let me heal you. Give me a chance after this night. You, me, and Teddy. Give us a chance," he whispered, stroking her cheek tenderly. Fleur's heartbeat skyrocketed when she realized what he was asking of her. A one-night stand was one thing, but was he asking what she thought he was asking?
"Be my girlfriend, Fleur," he whispered, bringing his face close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her lips but staying further enough that she had to close the space between them. She realized what that meant. The way she reacted right now would be her answer to his proposal.
Multiple thoughts ran through her brain at the same time, each voice arguing for or against the idea. What felt like hours but were seconds, in reality, passed before Fleur gave him a brilliant smile. Harry had no time to brace himself as her lips collided with his in a toe-curling kiss that literally took his breath away.
Without missing a beat, Harry kissed her back with equal fervor, his hips resuming their movement as he started to pick up the pace until his pelvis was colliding with her bubble butt with a harsh clapping sound, echoing around the room. A wave of euphoria surged through him as they continued their lovemaking. She had accepted him. Fleur Delacour had agreed to be his girlfriend.
Slowly pulling away, he looked at her flushed face and whispered, "I can't wait to spend the upcoming days and nights with you, girlfriend,"
She giggled. Looking up at him tenderly, she whispered, "be that as it may, but tonight you have your husbandly duties, Mr. Potter,"
Harry grinned.
"As Mrs. Potter commands then," he muttered against her lips and started to furiously thrust inside her. Fleur moaned into the kiss as she felt her pussy walls envelop his cock tightly and she knew she was close to her climax.
Harry slammed his cock inside her wet canal, again and again, fucking her to the end of the horizon. She was so special, everything about her was special. His cock fit inside her perfectly, as if her pussy had been made only for his cock. And the experience of this carnal dance with her was something otherworldly. He had had sex before with only one woman, and a one-night stand at that, but even that fell short in comparison. Well, who was he kidding? No one in the universe could compare to Fleur.
One simply had to look at the woman to realize there was nobody like her. The way she was moaning under him, writhing on the bed as her big tits jiggled while he thrust his manhood inside her eagerly waiting pussy, her face contorted in ecstasy under his ministrations gave him further impetus to make this the best lovemaking of her life till date as well as set the tone for the numerous ones that were sure to follow.
He slid his hand down her body, fingers brushing her alluring curves, and gripped her ass hard. Positioning himself properly, he established his leverage and started to drill away at an even faster rate and Fleur cried in pleasure. He was very close, and he knew so was she. The way her wonderful pussy walls were gripping his erection was a clear indication.
Gazing at her contorted face, Harry grinned and lifted one leg over his shoulder. The angle became even more favorable and Harry wasted no time as he slammed hard inside her.
"HARRY! OHHH FUCKK! YESS! YES! OH YES! FUCK ME HARRY! GIVE IT TO ME BABY, GIVE IT TO ME! OHH YOU FUCK ME SO SO GOOD BABY~AAHHHHH FUCKKK!"
Her loud cries echoed around the room as Harry drilled into her pussy at an amazing pace, literally fucking the shit out of his wife for the night. The two of them fucked like animals in heat, uncaring of anything. The only thing that mattered now was reaching their mutual climaxes.
"I'm... ugh... I'm close Fleur," Harry grunted out in between his animalistic thrusts.
"Me too... ohh me too..."
Harry hammered away into her pussy at an alarming pace in chase of their mutual orgasm, and he didn't have to wait for long.
Her body tensed as her pussy gripped his cock in a vice until he was barely able to move before she shuddered under him. Her world exploded in pleasure as an intense orgasm tore its way through her. Her hands gripped his back tightly, pulling him closer as she shook in orgasmic ecstasy. Fleur moaned out loud and Harry thanked the silencing runes.
He was not too far behind and Fleur heard him growl incomprehensibly as he slammed deep inside her gushing cunt. With a grunt, Harry released his hold on her leg and pinned Fleur under him, his body coming to rest entirely on top of hers, as his cock erupted inside her pussy.
Think, long rope after rope of his potent seed splattered her insides, coating her inner walls and shooting deep inside her waiting womb. Globs of his thick cum splashed against the walls of her unprotected pussy with relentlessness. Fleur moaned in sheer delight at the feeling of his warm, potent seed coating her insides entirely in white, loving every single second of it.
Her walls tightened around his cock as she milked out every last drop of his virile cum deep inside her. And boy did he cum! Loads of his hot cum shot inside her pussy and collided with her inner walls, shooting deep inside her unprotected womb, and she took it all without wasting a single drop.
After what seemed like hours, Harry finally stopped cumming after he shot one last load of his seed deep inside her. Panting, he let his body fall on top of hers, and quickly rolled over, pulling her along until both of them were laying on their sides and facing each other in an embrace.
Fleur buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply as she inhaled his scent. Slightly sweaty he might be, but she found she liked it a lot. Her shivering pussy was still stuffed with his large cock which was slowly softening inside her.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His palms rested at the swell of her ass and he cupped her cheeks, squeezing softly every few seconds.
"That was brilliant," she whispered, and Harry chuckled. Slowly she pulled away so that she could look at him. He looked at her tenderly and she smiled a watery smile.
"Thank you," she whispered, and Harry felt his eyes soften.
"You don't have to thank me for anything, Fleur," he replied, wiping her tears away and pulling her close. With a wave of his hand, the lights dimmed and the duvet was pulled over their naked bodies as the new couple drifted off to a well-deserved sleep.
Two years later...
A jittery Harry Potter stood at the small altar in the church situated on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow awaiting the love of his life.
He had been reluctant in the beginning, but she had convinced him to hold their wedding in the church his parents had gotten married in. Symbolic as it was, Harry had caved in after he realized that the ceremony would be private enough. The fact that his parents will be close enough to become part of the ceremony certainly played a part.
Ever since that special night, they had gotten ever closer to one another and Harry had long realized that she was the woman for him. The way she had helped him raise Teddy was a further testament to solidifying his decision, not to mention his own little ones that were on the way.
It was barely two years into his relationship with Fleur when she had pulled him into their bedroom and dropped the bombshell. To say that Harry was stunned for a moment was an understatement.
Fleur was looking at him nervously when he didn't reply, staring straight ahead instead.
"Harry, please say something," she had pleaded, and that brought him out of his stupor.
"You're pregnant," he whispered, and Fleur nodded. With a shout of joy, he picked her up and twirled her around. Fleur could only giggle and hit him playfully as he carried her all over their bedroom. He had not thought of becoming a father yet but it didn't make him any less happy.
"Wait a minute, I'll be back," he put her down and apparated away with a pop. Fleur sat on the bed with a confused look on her face. Suddenly, he reappeared in their bedroom with another pop and quickly dropped down on one knee. Fleur's heart sped up.
"Fleur, I love you with all my heart. Having you by my side makes my life so much easier, it completes me. You complete me. I can't express your importance in my life. I never want to be parted from you. Will you marry me?"
He opened the box and brought his hand forward, the diamond ring glinting in the lights.
Fleur tearfully nodded and pushed are arm forward. With a silly grin on his face, Harry gently held her hand and pushed the ring through her finger. Fleur wasted no time and tackled him to the ground, locking her lips with his and kissing him furiously. Harry subtly shifted them slightly so that they were comfortable on the hard floor as he returned her kiss with vigor.
Slowly standing up, he lifted Fleur in his arms and dropped her on their bed. Her seductive smile was too much for him, and Harry wasted no time as he climbed on top of her. The rest of the night was spent expressing their happiness over and over again as the newly engaged couple celebrated together.
That had been two weeks ago, and here he stood now, ready to marry the love of his life. Their relationship brought certain bad news for them when it was revealed. The Weasleys had become somewhat estranged from him and his family since he and Fleur were now together. It didn't help that Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had never liked her. Percy didn't care. Bill was irrelevant and Charlie was always away. George was never the same since Fred's death. However, the biggest loss was Ron and consequently Hermione.
Not dismissive or hostile, but his former best mate had slowly distanced himself since the revelation of his relationship with Fleur. Hermione was caught in the middle, and once she and Ron married, her loyalties were obvious. Harry understood, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
Fleur had blamed herself for taking his only remaining family from him, and Harry had told her in no uncertain terms that she was not the one to blame. It was simply the way of life that happened.
"I might have considered them family, but my actual family is here. I won't give this up for the world," he had said, embracing a tearful Fleur.
Since then, they had only taken forward strides in their relationship, and over time, they had only gotten closer to the point that they couldn't imagine their life without one another.
The thought of welcoming another life together had been intimidating at first, but they had resolved to tackle all the challenges together. It helped that they had had some practice with Teddy already.
Harry was brought out of his musings when the bridal march began to play and the attention of all the guests gathered focused on the set of double doors through which the bride was about to enter.
Fleur's cousins Claire and Natalie entered one after the other, both giving him soft smiles and taking their spots as the bridesmaids.
Gabrielle entered next and with a bright smile, took her place as the maid of honor.
Harry took a deep breath and prepared himself. It was Fleur's turn to come out next. He knew she would be beautiful and he was not disappointed as the vision in front of him took his breath away.
Garbed in a form-fitting wedding dress that accentuated her ample curves, Fleur was a vision. The dress had a plunging neckline that hinted at her generous assets without looking indecent. Her hair was done up in an intricate braid, swept to the side and light make-up adorned her face, although Harry had told her many times that she did not need it since she looked absolutely breathtaking without any.
Her father Maurice led her up the aisle, beaming outwardly but Harry knew he was bottling up lots of emotions inside. The man had confessed his reluctance to marry Fleur to Bill back then, and he was fearful for her. Harry and he had had a heart-to-heart with Fleur's mother, Apolline present and at the end of their tête-à-tête, he had the blessing of her parents.
Neville nudged him and Harry shut his mouth which had opened slightly as he was taking her beauty in. It was then that Maurice and Fleur reached the altar and the man took a deep breath before he nodded at him. With a contented smile, the man offered his daughter's arm to Harry, who helped her onto the altar before turning to his father-in-law.
He brought the man into a hug and whispered, "I won't let you down,"
Maurice pulled back and nodded, patting his back firmly before walking down to take his seat beside his wife.
Harry turned back to his bride and smiled tenderly.
"You look beautiful," he whispered so that only they could hear. Fleur blushed prettily and gave him a loving smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice of Kingsley cut in jovially, "we are gathered here to witness the union and the celebration of love and marriage between two souls deeply in love. I believe the couple have their wedding vows, so without any further ado," he finished and stepped back slightly, gesturing them to begin.
Harry looked at Fleur and smiled. This was the moment.
"I remember the first time we met, you called me a leetle boy, and I remember feeling angry over it," Harry began to amused chuckles around the hall. Fleur simply blushed and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"I remember falling for you when we were at war. Your beauty, your personality, your intelligence, and your dedication drew me to you. I don't think I can form words to express how I feel about you, probably because mere words cannot do my feelings justice," he spoke, looking at her in the eyes, who listened to every word he spoke, "You are my whole world, my reason to keep going, I love you with all my heart, Fleur, you, our little ones growing happily inside you, and I promise you I will never do anything to purposefully hurt you or our children," he vowed with utmost sincerity.
The crowd was sniffing at his words, and many of them were dabbing their eyes as he finished. Fleur's eyes were filled with unshed tears before she too wiped them away and gave him a watery smile.
"You supported me when I needed it the most," she began, "you took me in when you had no obligation to do so, and you did all you could to help me find my life back. I had lost hope, but you did everything in your power to give me a renewed hope once again. You make me feel alive, make me feel hopeful of having happiness, you make me feel safe in this cruel but beautiful world, and I love you and fall more and more in love with you with every single day that passes. Just like you have promised, I also promise to do everything for you, our little ones in here, and little Teddy over there," she looked over with a smile as Harry wiped his eyes, "I will happily spend my life with you, showing you how much you mean to me," she vowed with a soft smile as tears leaked out of her eyes.
At Kingsley's prompt, the loving couple took the rings from the cushion that Teddy held in his hands and placed them on each other's fingers, and shared their first kiss as husband and wife, officially.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Kingsley's deep voice sounded, "I give you Harry James and Fleur Isabelle Potter,"
Applause rang out in the small hall of the church as the couple was officially declared man and wife.
As the guests shared in the festivities, Neville tapped his glass and delivered his speech, applauding Harry's life and his sacrifices, and expressing his happiness, finishing it with a tribute to them and their future. Everyone happily drank to that.
The speech was followed by the wedding dance, and the newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Potter twirled around the floor with grace and elegance. Those who knew Harry personally were admiring how much he had improved while the others applauded. Slowly, more and more couples joined as their dance ended.
Hours later the night came to an end and they bade their farewells to the guests, friends, and family to begin their lives as a happily married couple, both apprehensive and excited for what was to come.
Months later, Harry sat with his wife in the maternity ward of Saint Mungos, a small bundle in his arms while his wife held another one in hers.
Lily Athena Potter and James Sirius Potter were born on the 14th of February, and the two children were brought up with all the love and care their parents could shower on them.
A family was all Harry Potter had ever wanted, and now he had one of his own. Harry kissed his wife's temple tenderly and they leaned their heads together. As they gazed at their little ones, Teddy sitting in his lap, they agreed that everything was perfect.
All was well.