"......….Wait, 'Arry… I…. I made a promise," Fleur whispered in a surprisingly demure tone of voice. "I made a promise to satisfy 'ou een payment for saving ze world over and over again..... I will not.... No. I refuse to shirk my responsibilities….."
Turning back away from the twilit orange background outside his office window, Harry took in the unabashedly hungry expression on Fleur Weasley's stunningly beautiful face. Presumably, the woman was attempting to act like a strict business professional that was merely trying to fulfill her obligations, but if that was the case then she was failing in a fantastically noticeable way. Maybe it was Harry's new and dramatically improved height, bone structure and muscle tone that was acting in his favor. Maybe it was the fact that he was only wearing a pair of thin white boxer shorts over his more than impressive cock. Maybe it was how waves of his powerful magic were filling his office to capacity. Whichever straw it was that finally broke the camel's back, Harry didn't really care. All that he cared about at the moment was the fact that Fleur Weasley had just claimed responsibility for slaking his sexual needs.
All of his needs...
Harry had a great many needs where Fleur was concerned.
Across the room, on the floor next to the couch, Fleur shivered from head to toe and then crossed her arms under her bra clad breasts. It was almost as if she could sense the direction of Harry's thoughts.
In an immediate response to the skittishness and uncertainty that he still saw in Fleur's body language, Harry squared his shoulders towards the woman, and then pointed at the floor at his feet. "Come here Fleur."
Rising to her feet on legs that were still a little bit wobbly from orgasm, Fleur moved quickly in order to obey Harry's command. In the light of the setting sun and dressed in only her blue bra and pencil skirt, the French Veela looked every inch the sex goddess that she really was. Her hair was a lustrous platinum blonde that contrasted perfectly with her completely flawless milky white skin. Her eyes were a startling icey blue that were offset by her cute button nose and full pouty lips. Her breasts were lush, full and gravity defying, her belly was tone and slim, and her ass filled out every inch of her skirt without being the least bit flabby. In a very real way, Fleur Weasley was just a few steps away from being a real life Succubus. She was a truly hypnotic magical creature that uses a mixture of sublime beauty and overt sexual magnetism as both a weapon and a lure. What's more, she was staring at Harry's body as if he was a cake and she was on a diet.
When Fleur finally arrived in front of Harry, she attempted to fall to her knees again, only for his arms to catch her by the shoulders, spin her around, and pull her flush to his body. By the time she finished gasping in surprise, she had Harry's right forearm wrapped firmly around her neck, pulling her shoulders back into his chest. Over the 20 to 30 seconds that followed, she squirmed feebly in his grasp, feeling his muscular arm coiling around her neck, his left hand pressing firmly into her lower belly, and his bulge rubbing against her lower back and ass. Fleur was caught. She was helpless. She was burning up…
"Now you listen to me, Fleur," Harry whispered into her ear in little more than a growl. "You've decided to take full responsibility for the sex that I was going to have with several of my lovers. For that reason, I'm not going to go easy on you and I'm not going to stop until I'm satisfied. I know that your Veela heritage will restore your pussy to virgin tightness almost immediately after we finish. I'm aware that there won't be any long lasting physical changes to your body after we're done here today. Nevertheless, I'm being completely serious with you right now. If we do this, I am going to ruin you for your husband. You will never be satisfied with what he has to offer you ever again. Are you sure this is a sacrifice that you're willing to make?"
By the time Harry was finished delivering his ultimatum, Fleur was panting for air, grinding her ass back against his cock and rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. "I... promised to… service… 'ou."
With a small, almost unnoticeable roll of his eyes, Harry banished Fleur's pencil skirt right off of her body, and then allowed the hand that he had resting on her tummy to slide down towards her soaking wet panties. Even as he continued to whisper into Fleur's ear, his fingers dipped beneath the blue fabric to run over both her clit and her pussy lips. "Your dedication is very commendable Fleur. Very… brave. Please try not to regret it in the future, when you toss and turn at night fantasizing about my cock..."
"I already… do," Fleur admitted in a long drawn out moan as her pussy released a clear liquid all over Harry's hand. Then she suddenly tensed up in alarm at how she'd just blurted out the truth, and it was a testament to Harry's sex appeal that she didn't completely snap out of her arousal. Despite her current state of quickly growing panic, she couldn't even begin to resist the sensations that he was evoking in her. His arms felt too hard wrapped around her body. His cock felt too hot pressing against the globes of her ass. His fingers felt too electric rubbing against the folds of her overwhelmed little pussy. Every little thing that he was doing to her was simultaneously far too much to bear and far too little to cope with. With emotions that were likewise racing out of control, Fleur found that she couldn't force herself to take back what she'd just admitted. She was caught. She was revealed. There were no convenient denials that she could make this time.
"Don't even bother worrying Fleur. I've been aware of how I make you feel for quite a while now," Harry offered in a quiet but calm tone of voice. "I never mentioned it before because whether or not you act on any of your desires has never been up to me... Until now that is... You've blown it now Fleur. You just served yourself up to me atop a silver platter, and I'm not kind enough to let you leave here with just a warning. You're not leaving this room until I've had my way with every last inch of your outrageous fucking body. Until I say otherwise, you're mine..."
Fleur's entire body began vibrating in excitement even before Harry slowly curled his middle finger into the tight wet heat of her smoldering little pussy. The feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing against her most sensitive flesh was almost enough to send her into an immediate climax because of her out of control arousal. Fleur was so unbelievably elated to finally have no control over the situation, her legs almost buckled when Harry's forearm suddenly dropped away from her neck. Needless to say, she was completely ecstatic when he grabbed a fist full of her right breast instead and the tight control that he had on her body was returned. "Oui, yes, do eet 'Arry. 'Ou may use my body as 'ou wish," Fleur finally managed to breath out in a squeaky little voice.
"In every position imaginable until you're a sweat and cum covered heap on my bed," Harry softly whispered, just loud enough for Fleur to overhear. Then he was pressing his mouth into the skin of her neck and rubbing at her stomach just below her belly button. "I'm very pleased with your commitment, Fleur… I think I'll even allow you to choose the position we'll use when I first split you open on my cock. Go ahead. Show me how you want me to make use of you."
After just a moment's thought, Fleur moved quickly across the room, eased onto the bed and then rolled over onto her back, but that's not all. Without being asked to do so, she vanished the lingerie off of her body, and then stared back at Harry with her legs spread wide open in the air. "While I am willing to fulfil most, if not all of your most lecherous desires, I want to use missionary position first. I… I want to see 'ou, all of 'ou, ze first time 'ou penetrate me."
With an understanding nod of his head, Harry vanished the boxer briefs that had pooled around his ankles, and then waved a hand in Fleur's direction. Over the next few seconds, a series of black velvet ropes twined around Fleur's wrists and ankles before tying themselves to all four corners of the bed. In no time at all, Fleur's body was bound tightly in place with her arms and legs splayed out at nearly ninety degree angles from her body. With a second wave of his hand, a large pillow was summoned to prop up Fleur's upper body, positioning her head so that she was staring down at her vulnerable little pussy.
"I… I'm 'elpless," Fleur gasped, as she watched her completely defenceless pussy drip, tremble and contract over nothing but empty air. "I'm going to be taken and zere's nozzing I can do about eet."
Walking over to the edge of the bed, Harry shook his head at the Veela's misconception. "You've always been helpless Fleur. I've allowed you the freedoms that you've enjoyed up until now out of goodwill and because you're such an excellent cocksucker. Well no more…" Without another word, Harry eased forward onto the bed and stared down at Fleur's pussy from extremely close range. "So pretty," he whispered, just loud enough for Fleur to hear. "If I didn't know exactly how slutty this Veela body of yours is, I'd almost imagine that you're a virgin."
"As 'ou say, I am a Veela," Fleur breathlessly retorted. "Ze fact zat I only took a few men to bed before marriage makes me a saint..."
"I know," Harry agreed, as he eased his face even closer to Fleur's pussy. "Still… The fact of the matter is that you've allowed other men to use this deceptively perfect pussy of yours, and I simply can't abide by that. You will have to be… sanitized."
While at first Fleur became nervous that Harry was rejecting her, she started to calm down when he looked more amused than disappointed. With a small wave of his arm, a small orb of water grew into place over his hand where it began sloshing around his fingers like an amorphous moving glove.
"Oh sure, I could use magic to make sure you're hygienic," Harry began in a businesslike tone. "The fact of the matter is that I trust old fashioned Muggle methods more when it comes to things like this. I want to see you cleaned with my very own eyes. I want to make sure that your pretty little pussy is scrubbed clean both inside and out… Warm soapy water is best for chores such as this, and thankfully for you, I'm no stranger to scullery work." With a small but happy smile, Harry looked at his water covered hand, nodded when it suddenly became soapy, and then looked Fleur in the eyes as it started flowing in a circular motion. Despite the fast speed that the water was rotating in, the shape that it formed into was unmistakably long and cylindrical.
With a small gasp and a squeak, Fleur suddenly realized exactly what Harry had in mind. She should've known… She never even suspected… Harry was far too unpredictable… In her desperate desire to skip all of the teasing that Harry was planning for her, Fleur suddenly released a thick cloud of her allure to blanket his entire body and draw him into a sexual frenzy. It didn't work. While the man definitely felt her efforts, after shaking out his head, he gave her a meaningful look and a wink. Damn… She was in for it now...
With one last cursory glance at the long cylinder of steaming water covering his hand, Harry nodded his satisfaction and then drew it down towards Fleur's over-excited pussy. Over the next half a minute, Harry teased Fleur's pussy lips, running hot slippery water over her sensitive flesh in an endless series of unpredictable speeds and pressures. Over the remaining half a minute, the water slowly began spreading Fleur open as it sought to scour the flesh deeper within.
Fleur felt like crying as a mixture of helpless desire and unfulfilled need rampaged around in her mind. It was all too much. It was all nowhere near enough. The endlessly scrubbing water brought her to the very peak of orgasm within no time at all, only to back off on a dime, leaving her unfulfilled. It swelled inside of her until she was arching her back and clawing at the bed, then it receded and she was left feeling empty inside. Over and over the water grew and receded inside of her as if Harry was channeling the ocean itself to purify her of all of her past experiences. It was official. Harry was killing her. He was going to tease her to death and she had no one but herself to blame. "'Aarrry," Fleur finally slurred out in an extremely sloppy voice. "I am clean for 'ouuu… My pussy eees spotless, I swear eeeet."
With a small thoughtful grunt, Harry removed his hand from the lips of Fleur's pussy but he left the water behind to continue teasing her. Rising to his knees on the bed, he eased forward until his ballsack pressed against her pussy lips and his cock lay heavily across the lion's share of her stomach. It was a dramatic visual and Harry saw Fleur whimper at just the sight of it. They both knew what they were looking at, as well as what it meant. When Harry finally entered Fleur, she'd be stretched to an extent that most women simply couldn't handle. This was one of several rea-sons why Harry liked having sex with Veela. Their pussies were quite literally magical and could take everything that he had to give them. Still…
"This is my last warning to you Fleur," Harry growled with his fingers pinching and pulling on Fleur's stiff little nipples. "If I enter you, your whole viewpoint on what getting fucked even is will change forever." As he spoke, he allowed the water teasing Fleur's pussy to finally return to where it came from.
"Ze Earth needs 'Arry Potter, so I do what I must,'' Fleur immediately replied in a trembling and nearly frantic voice. Despite the stoic dignity that her words attempted to convey, her facial expression held nothing but unfeigned desperation and her body was squirming lustfully in the bindings. The reality of the situation was clear. If Harry left Fleur hanging at this point, she'd completely lose her mind.
It was adorable...
Without another word, Harry, slowly wrapped his hands around Fleur's tiny little waist, and pushed the head of his cock passed the elastically tight lips of her furiously convulsing pussy. In one long but slow movement, he continued to shove his dick inch after inch into the overheated, overlubricated, silky smooth, tightly contracting muscle that made up her sex. By the time he was just halfway inside of her, Fleur's mouth was wide open, her eyes were drifting into the back of her head and her lungs were emptying in a long drawn out, warbling moan that didn't sound the least bit human. Fleur Weasley was being introduced to her Delacour family heritage by force. She was cumming like an animal. She was a Veela that was taking a huge dick from a Merlin caliber wizard and her body was reacting accordingly.
Harry didn't stop when Fleur's breathing became irregular and she looked like she might black out. He wasn't even fully inside of her yet and he wasn't going to wait anymore. With a groan of self restraint and tightly controlled effort, he pressed his cock further and further into Fleur's pussy, aiming to get himself balls deep as quickly as he could without causing the woman damage. He almost didn't have to worry about it. Fleur was so overexcited, she took to his cock as if she was made for it. Less than 30 seconds after Harry first penetrated the woman, he managed to slam his cock home inside of her and slap his balls against the infinitely soft globes of her ass. The head of his cock was making a visible little dent in Fleur's belly about 2 and ½ inches above her navel and both Harry and Fleur ended up staring at it in amazement.
"Full. So full. So thick. So long. So electric. You're filling my most sacred of places. You're slamming your 'ead against my womb! Tellement incroyable!" At the tail end of her out of control and barely understandable outburst, Fleur's mouth suddenly went slack and her eyes glazed over. For the next 15 seconds, she twitched in her bindings as an explosion of orgasmic bliss made her nervous system go completely haywire.
One thing was immediately obvious. Fleur's body was on a hair trigger in regards to anything Harry related, which considering the fact that she was a married woman, really didn't bode well for her future mental health.
While waiting for Fleur to finish... 'acclimating' to Potter dick, a sly smile suddenly grew across Harry's face. Right now was a pretty good time to remind Fleur that she was nothing more than a pussy to fuck, a hot sucking mouth, and a nice pair of tits.
Of course, in reality, objectifying someone like Fleur Weasley is never quite so simple...
The real trick to triggering Fleur's masochism kink is that she doesn't actually get off on her partner being mean to her. Instead it's more of a tight rope walk where you maintain a perfect balance of hot and cold, gentle and domineering. Fleur has no interest in being treated like she's worthless. Instead, she wants to be treated like she's very highly valued, but for an exceedingly demeaning purpose.
With all that in mind, Harry slowly and gently cupped Fleur's angelically beautiful face and then reached further back to drag her head off of the pillow by her ponytail. With a casual disregard to the fact that he was testing Fleur's flexibility, he held her head so that she was staring directly down at her belly button. Then, with Fleur as a captive audience and losing it in her excitement, he angled his cock to create a larger than normal bump in her belly when he hilted himself inside of her.
"You said that you wanted to witness the moment that I first fill you, Delegate, so make sure to commit every last part of this to memory," Harry whispered, as he slowly thrust his cock inside of her. "Memorize how absurdly deep my cock is reaching inside of you. Memorize how spread open you are around my shaft. Memorize how tightly your pussy is wrapping around my cock. Memorize how hot, wet and slippery you've become. Memorize how your core muscles tighten up when I try to pull out of you. Memorize how your pussy lips are dragging along my shaft like a skin tight sleeve. Memorize how hungrily your pussy is taking me when I thrust back into you. Memorize it all Fleur, because it's all completely incredible. It's also incredible how every inch of your body is trembling in excitement, and your perfect little nipples are hard enough to cut glass. Gods Fleur… It's incredible just how fucking slutty your body really is... I'll admit it. I'm completely amazed by you… You really are the sexiest piece of ass that I've ever met in all of my travels. I don't think that any other woman on this entire worthless planet takes dick with anywhere near the innate skill and flawless execution that you do. When I save the world again in the future, and I'm certain that I will, it's only going to be so that I can continue draining my cum into both your mouth and your perfect little pussy. Congratulations Delegate Weasley. Your ultra-lewd fucktoy of a body is the only thing standing between the Earth and total annihilation…"
"Hoohhhhhh'Aarrryy, 'ooouu devil, I cum, I cum," Fleur gasp/moaned, as Harry reduced her to an orgasmic puddle of limbs with flawless precision and impeccable technique. Every single word that he'd just said. Every single movement that he'd just made. It had all been perfect. Perfect! How did he know? How did he always know?! This was it. This was the end. Fleur was going to die. Fleur was going to get fucked to death by Harry Potter. Or perhaps this was already heaven? When her eyes fluttered open again, the borderline evil expression on Harry's far too handsome face managed to dissuade her away from that notion. The man was the farthest thing from angelic that Fleur could possibly imagine… Then Harry started moving again, and Fleur's brain found itself fully occupied with several other more pressing matters. Every single time Harry's massive, flared out cockhead was pulled from within her greedily sucking pussy, it dragged layer after tightly clenching layer of pussy meat towards her outer lips, and rendered her completely delirious with pleasure. Likewise, during the womb thumping thrusts that always followed, Fleur convulsed into a perfect state of euphoria paired with a soul deep primal satisfaction. She was being filled! She was being filled so good! Harry was using her body for his satisfaction! What's more, Harry hadn't immediately cum like she'd grown to expect over the years. Gods and Goddesses save her… Every single second of Harry Potter's sex was perfect, flawless, carnal, bliss!
Squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap, squelch, plap…
Over and over again, Harry forced his cock out of Fleur's endlessly clenching pussy, and then slammed himself home again with a groan of thinly veiled relief. Fleur moaned. He moaned. They both shook in pleasure. They both gasped at how oversensitive they were. Fleur came again and again… Harry didn't....
He made a point not to.
Oh sure, if Harry weren't cheating with magic then yeah, he would've cum within just a few minutes exactly like Fleur was. There was no doubt about it. Fleur's pussy was by a large margin the best that he'd ever had, and that was despite the fact that he'd fucked several full blooded Veelas in the past. The wet sucking sounds that Fleur's hungry little pussy created as he pulled out of her were obscene in the extreme. Likewise, Fleur's long drawn out and almost musical moans made it sound as if she was experiencing an extremely pleasurable form of torture. Then there was the fact that Fleur was Harry's absolute ideal when it came to physical attraction. If he had a strike zone then she was it, and that was with her fully clothed and glaring angrily at him. Right now, with Fleur on her back, legs spread, boobs bouncing, face flushed and mouth agape… Fuuuuck… Despite his vast experience, Harry was still just a man. Fleur's legs were long, leonine and smooth as silk when he ran his hands along her sides. Her ribs were just a little bit visible un-der what could only be described as an ideal level of physical fitness, and her belly button was small and adorable. Her tits were, (in a word that's used far too often), perfect. Damn it all, her breasts could only be described as perfect because they were magically designed to be that way! They were large, full, round, wonderful globes of creamy white skin, capped with pale pink little nipples. They were perfect! The way Fleur's tits wobbled and slapped together when Harry's hips crashed into her ass could inspire world famous poetry or make kings go to war. Then, when Harry took a hold of her perfectly round, beautifully sculpted ass cheeks, he just couldn't stop himself from using them as handholds to double the speed that he was fucking her. While he was almost immediately forced to use magic to keep himself from spilling inside of her irresistible little pussy, the end result was gratifying. Less than 2 minutes later, Fleur turned a hot, nearly incandescent red again, moaned long and loud like a whore and gushed a thick wave of femcum all over his cock and balls.
Woah… That was fucking beautiful. Harry was going to have to commit that moment to a Pensieve memory. Still… It was time to change up the formula....
When Fleur stopped shaking and shivering her way through an orgasm so strong it caused a starburst nebula of lights to flash across her vision, she was dismayed to find her arms and legs were free from their bindings and her pussy was no longer being stretched by a well hung cock. Whipping her head all around the room, she found Harry leaning back against the headboard right next to her head and looking down at her with a look of fond indulgence.
"I think you forgot who it is that's supposed to be servicing who, Delegate Weasley," Harry whispered in an annoyingly self satisfied tone of voice. "Don't get me wrong Fleur, I'm all for rough fucking you all night long, but for the sake of our current trial run. I think it's time that you show me what you can do…"
"Are 'ou going to continue cheating wiz magic like 'ou 'ave been up till now,'' Fleur immediately challenged, while drawing herself up off of the bed and crawling like a cat to within an inch of Harry's face. "I know very well just 'ow magnificent my pussy really ees 'Arry. I also know exactly 'ow beautiful my breasts are and zat ze mere sight of zem makes 'ou cum like an ape... 'Ou 'ave been 'olding back your seed some-'ow using magic, and we both know eet."
After arching his eyebrows at both Fleur's insight and ingrained confidence, Harry smiled and gently cupped her tits in his palms. "You're really something special Delegate Weasley. I'm curious though. Are you really asking me to relax my control and cum inside of you?"
"I am only asking 'ou not to cheat and defeat ze purpose of what I am doing," Fleur immediately retorted.
"Bold words coming from a woman as healthy and fertile as you," Harry pointed out.
"No woman een ze entire 'iistory of ze Delacour family 'as ever sired a boy," Fleur countered with a serious expression on her face. "Eef 'ou are eendeed only generating male sperm right now, zen I 'ave nozzing to fear from 'ou. Of course, 'ou may try to be ze first to conceive a male child off of a Delacour, but much better men zan 'ou 'ave tried and failed."
"Who were these much better men?" Harry asked, as he drew Fleur's waist down onto his lap.
"None come to mind," Fleur quietly admitted, as she ran one hand through Harry's hair and wrapped the other one around his cock. Rising to her knees over Harry's waist, Fleur pressed her tits against the man's face and ran the head of his dick up and down the lips of her soaking wet pussy. She was trying to tease Harry into a frenzy. Too bad, she feared that it might be working on her better than it was working on him. Then she twitched, gasped and smiled when Harry's mouth began sucking greedily on one of her nipples and his hands cupped around the globes of her ass. She could feel the urgency that Harry was feeling in the way that he was groping her. She could feel his muscles twitching with hard pressed self-restraint. She could feel that he wanted her soon and hard and repeatedly. She could also feel her womb throbbing deep in her belly in a way that she'd never experienced before.
"Are you going to ride me," Harry asked as if he were reminding Fleur about something she'd forgotten.
"I'm not merely going to ride 'ou Arry, I'm going to milk 'ou completely dry," Fleur breathed directly into Harry's ear, as she eased her elastic tight pussy lips around the crown of his cock. "I'm going to service your cock unteel 'ou beg me for mercy." During the word mercy, Fleur took the plunge and took Harry's cock balls deep inside of her pussy. As she should have expected would happen, immediately after his cockhead thumped against her womb her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth dropped open, her body stiffened up, and her hands raked 10 red lines down the length of Harry's back. "Fuuuuuuuck," she groaned out, completely by accident. She was cumming. She was cumming hard. Harry's body, Harry's cock, Harry's sex. The man was her kryptonite. His sex was everything that she'd ever wanted from a lover and so much more. If only the one man that could fuck her this good was her husband and not some amoral womanizer...
As if to accentuate Fleur's current frustration, Harry chose that exact moment to give her a sharp slap to her right ass cheek, leaving a perfect red handprint behind that she'd need to either heal or conceal later on. To her not so secret shame, Fleur immediately moaned in intense arousal and spilled pussy juices all over Harry's lap. Gods help her… Harry always knew exactly what she needed and exactly when to give it to her. She didn't know if she resented him for it or loved him for it, but whatever the feeling was, it was powerful.
Despite the fact that a climax was still rippling her pussy along every inch of Harry's dick, Fleur forced herself to rise to her knees and then slowly drop back down. Goddesses… Once again, her insides clenched and her womb completed a needy little flip flop deep inside of her tummy. She tried again, then again, until finally she was able to move without interruption. Slowly at first and then a little faster with every repetition, Fleur's ass rose and then dropped, impaling her pussy on Harry's rock hard length. When Harry attempted to assist her movements by holding her hips, she grabbed his hands and cupped them over her tits instead. She didn't want his help, and romantic, loving sex was out of the question. No. She wanted to make Harry hot for her. She wanted to make Harry needy for her. She wanted to make Harry cum for her.
Then Fleur had an idea.
Dropping to Harry's lap with his cock hilted balls deep inside of her, Fleur began belly dancing her pussy along the length of his cock. She ground her ass into his thighs as she gyrated her hips around his lap, and she squeezed his cock in her pussy with the skill of a professional courtesan. Too bad the change of position hadn't fixed Fleur's primary dilemma. The thick domineering meat of Harry's cock rubbed against every single nerve ending that her overstimulated pussy had to offer, and his crown was pressing firmly against the entrance to her womb. Long story short, Harry's cock felt like hot hard heaven inside of her unbelievably sensitive pussy, and every move that she made sent her that much closer to orgasm. As her pleasure quickly escalated, Fleur bit her lower lip and attempted to focus on other things. She tried to keep her mind on how she moved and how sexy it would look from Harry's perspective, but it was impossible to ignore the massive dick that was stretching her to her limits. Without even intending to, Fleur's movements started speeding up and she began to fear that she was no match for Harry's stamina...
"Your cock riding skills are superb Delegate Weasley," Harry suddenly groaned out, cupping her face to make her look down into his eyes. "As you desire, I'm not holding back using my magic anymore. I'm about to cum… I'm about to cum hard."
"Do eet," Fleur squeaked, a mixture of relief and newly quadrupled arousal making her own orgasm imminent.
"I'm going to kiss you when I cum," Harry announced without any further explanation.
"Do eet," Fleur repeated in a far softer tone of voice. Despite her submissive tone, her hands clutched at Harry's body tightly and her gyrating picked up in both speed and urgency. As she climbed closer to orgasm, her breath hitched and caught in her throat and her pussy tightened up like a vice around every inch of Harry's cock. Then he was drawing her face down towards his own and she whimpered because she knew what his actions meant. Harry was about to cum inside of her. Harry Potter was about to fill her womb with his seed.
Then it happened.
It was just as Fleur expected it would be and yet it was also so much more than she could handle. Almost immediately after Harry's lips finally met with hers, Fleur began to feel a molten hot mass exploding deep inside of her belly, where it rapidly started stretching the walls of both her pussy and her womb. What she hadn't expected was for her legs to suddenly lock tightly behind Harry's waist in a completely instinctual response, and her body to start grinding down on his shaft to force his load as deep inside of her womb as possible. By the time their kiss started growing in intensity and Fleur's tongue entered Harry's mouth, she was moaning deep in her throat, wrapped tightly around his entire body, and shaking violently through a mind searing chain of cataclysmic orgasms. For the next 50 plus seconds, Fleur's entire universe was made up of Harry's cock stretching out her climaxing pussy, the feeling of his muscular body rubbing against her own, the burning hot seed that was continuously expanding her womb, and the kiss that never seemed to end.
Despite the fact that she was currently receiving a massive creampie, Fleur was more concerned about how the kiss they were sharing might ruin her life.
The kiss was passionate, it was sensual, it conveyed very real, very present, very powerful emotions, and it was far, far too romantic. Without even realizing how she ended up that way, Fleur found herself cupping both sides of Harry's unreasonably handsome face as she poured all of her unspoken care and affection into a sloppy, nearly frantic make-out session. She kissed Harry like she meant it, but that was the problem. In that moment, she absolutely meant it…
She couldn't afford to mean it.
When the waves of orgasmic bliss finally eased away and were replaced by a heavy feeling of animalistic completion, Fleur dropped backwards in Harry's lap, and just lay there with her pussy still rooted on his cock. The man was still rock hard inside of her so she didn't try to pull away just yet. Hell, for all she knew Harry might even still be cumming. It was hard to tell. Her womb already felt as hot and dense as the sun but not even a single speck of cum was leaking out passed her O'd out little pussy lips. The thing was, Fleur knew exactly how ludicrously huge Harry's magically bolstered cumloads really were. The idea that her pussy managed to contain every single ounce of his seed even after a solid minute of him cumming was… well…
Good Gods above…
At just the thought of all that virile semen swimming around inside of her womb, Fleur suddenly twitched, her pussy trembled and a highly potent spike of intense arousal assaulted her entire body. Her nipples stiffened. her skin developed goosebumps, her heart rate quickened, and she started to fantasize about... No! Stop! Down girl! She wouldn't, she couldn't, she refused to pay heed to those feelings. She was Fleur Isabelle Weasley, not some vapid, fawning barmaid to be bred by the likes of Harry Potter! She was merely doing her part to preserve the world. She was providing Harry with relief. She was…... being rolled over onto her hands and knees and dragged across the bed as if her body was nothing but a fucktoy....
And just like that, all of the resolve that Fleur had been recruiting in her mind completely vanished like dandelion fluff in a tornado. She was being used. She was being mated. She was full of dick. She was full of cum. She was soooo unbelievably fucking aroused...
"You didn't think I was going to be satisfied with only cumming the two times, did you Delegate?" Harry asked, as he lifted Fleur's right leg, threw it to the left and then twisted her entire body around on his cock. By the time Fleur caught on to what he was doing, he was already dragging her heart shaped ass against his crotch by her tiny little waist. All in all, it was a very well executed position change to doggy style, because he'd never once had to pull his cock out of Fleur's greedily sucking pussy. With all the time that he managed to save, he allowed his hands to squeeze and grope at Fleur's unbelievably sexy bubble butt. Then, without any warning, he gave her left ass cheek a meaty slap purely for the sake of symmetry.
Fleur gasped, she shivered and then she cast Harry a furious scowl over her shoulder. While it was obvious that the woman was trying to act angry, she was panting in a state of high arousal, her back was arched like a cat's and her ass was swaying seductively from side to side.
Fleur's actions were a perfect contradiction to the glare that she was currently giving him.
It was completely adorable…
"I couldn't help myself Fleur," Harry explained as he rubbed at the new red handprints on both of her ass cheeks. "I think you'd understand if you were looking at what I'm looking at. Your elegant neck and shoulders taper down to your nearly waspish little waist, but that only serves to make the large, perfectly obscene globes of your ass that much more dramatic. Just now, I looked down at your ass and then the perfect peach of your pussy being split wide open on my dick and… well… I lost myself in my enthusiasm." As if to accentuate his point, Harry drummed his palms on both of Fleur's ass cheeks and then buried his fingers deep into her meat with noticeable amounts of energy. "I just can't help myself Fleur. I don't think I'll ever get over how lewd the curves of your body are."
Fleur continued to glare angrily back at Harry even as the state of her body told a completely different story. Her face was flushed, her breathing was becoming noticeably hot and laboured, her allure was billowing all over Harry's body, and her pussy was clenching rhythmically along every inch of his cock. As per usual, the woman was completely committed to her little act, and wasn't going to give up on it without a fight. Also as per the norm, she was really, really turned on by Harry's actions, and was unable to conceal that fact from her body language.
With an amused little smile, Harry suddenly dropped forward until his body was resting lightly along Fleur's entire back. After easing aside a lock of her silky smooth hair to press his mouth against her neck, he began rubbing one of his hands against her cum stuffed little belly. At the same time, his other hand ran further up her body to cup one of her heavy hanging tits and pinch her nipple in a playful manner. Only then, when he was positioned to do the most damage, did he whisper directly into Fleur's ear. "Delegate Weasley… So far as I can tell, your body is specifically designed to get fucked and inseminated by my big fat unnecessarily virile cock. You have a truly gifted, "A" grade pussy that has spoiled my dick completely rotten, which of course means I am nowhere near done making use of your many, many talents. I'm not going to stop cumming inside of you until the slut magic that governs your pussy fails, and my semen starts leaking down your inner thighs. Are you starting to understand exactly what you've volunteered to do for me? Are you starting to understand the scope of what I need from you?" With every single word that he said, Harry ground his cockhead as deep as he could within the thick meaty quagmire that was Fleur Weasley's fucked silly pussy. He insistently pressed his tip against her womb leaving small sticky hot spots in her deepest, most sacred depths.
Hoohhhhh oui, yes, yes , I submit, I serve, je suis a vous," Fleur moaned through lips that fluttered excitedly against Harry's chin and neck. Her hands likewise, were pawing at Harry's ass and thighs in a not so subtle pulling motion. The woman's switch had been flipped. The woman wanted to be used. The woman was ready to go…
The woman was going to get her way.
"Very good Fleur," Harry encouraged as he rose back up onto his knees and took a hold of her splayed out hips. "You do your part Fleur, and the world will have nothing to worry about." With that said, Harry hauled Fleur's ass back against his waist, slamming his cock against her womb in an almighty heave that had them both groaning in pleasure. Soon enough Harry was giving it to the Frenchwoman as hard as he could, while yanking her upright in front of him so that he could squeeze and grope at her tits. He bit and sucked on her neck as he moved, threatening to give her a hickey, he dropped his hands down to her overstimulated little clit and channeled raw magic directly into it, he groped and he slapped Fleur's ass and then he pushed her face down into the bed to fuck her like an animal. He held her ragdolling body up by her arms, and then gripped her neck almost tight enough to hurt. He fucked her fast and shallow and then slow and deep and then fast and deep with magic coursing throughout his cock. He pulled out all the stops and left no sexual stone unturned. He made a mess of Fleur's body as hard as he could for as long as he possibly could.
With every sudden change that Harry made or trick that he pulled, Fleur yelped and moaned and grunted and squeaked and warbled and gasped... And then she came… She came a lot. She came hard and she came often and she desperately humped herself towards Harry's body as if they were working on a time limit. No doubt, Harry was quickly escalating towards yet another orgasm, but Fleur was already there and then some. Her pussy was a wet, hot, heaven of massaging flesh and furiously clenching muscle, and it was demanding that he cum inside of her with an urgency that he could actually feel. Likewise, her allure was no longer demanding that he fall in love with her, but instead it was demanding that he mate with her, over and over again until it worked. All things considered, Harry was quite pleased with himself for lasting 24 and ½ minutes before he felt his balls clenching up against his shaft... He was only human after all...
"I'm going to cum Fleur," Harry warned the completely blissed out woman purely out of long habit. "I'm going to cum in you and you're going to take it all in that unbelievably hungry little womb of yours!"
"Yes, yesss, yesss, please for ze love of ze Gods yesss, s'il vous plaît, please I beg 'ou, please cum eenside me,' Fleur slurred into the pillow she'd dragged across the bed. "Please, please release eenside my womb wizout an ounce of care or consideration. Take me! Fill me to ze brim! Ruin me 'Arry, I neeed more of your seed een my womb right zis fucking second!" In a frenzied state of inhumanly perfect arousal, Fleur suddenly went completely wild on Harry's cock, frantically humping her ass back against his length several times a second like a machine.
With a long drawn out groan/growl mixture, Harry bore down on Fleur's red tinted ass cheeks, pushing her body down until there was nowhere else to go. By the time Harry finally began releasing his third massive load of the day, He had Fleur's body pressed flat to the bed and he was prone boning her with his dickhead crushing the entrance of her womb.
"Hhhhhhoooohhhhh Gawwwds, too much, too thick, too goooooood," Fleur screamed into the bedsheets, slapping and kicking the bed around her body as she felt herself being seeded from behind like a bitch. He was doing it! Harry was filling her! He was the one man that actually could give her a son, and he was inflating her unprotected womb with huge volumes of extraordinarily potent cum! Despite everything she'd said to the contrary both out loud and in her head, of course there was a chance that Harry would knock her up. He was Harry Potter for Gods' sakes! He could do whatever the hell he wanted! Fleur wasn't an imbecile. She was aware of that much. She didn't know why she was playing with fire like this, except she knew that she was obsessed with Harry's body, and his magic, and his scent, and his hands, and his touch, and his dick, and his balls, and his cum, and there didn't seem to be anything that she could do about it. There didn't seem to be any countermeasure to stop or even slow down the desperate attraction she felt invading every aspect of her life. Needless to say, it was a very conflicted Fleur Weasley who found herself cumming right along with Harry's newest orgasm. How could she not? Harry's seed was filling every inch of her pussy and core, causing white hot contractions of explosive pleasure to jolt out from her completely overjoyed womb. It was too much. He was too much. She was done for. She couldn't escape this. She didn't want to escape this…
Then Harry was collapsing directly onto Fleur's back and pressing her cheek into the mattress with all of the weight of his sweaty body. It felt wonderful. In Fleur's current fuck drunk state, Harry's weight pressing her body down into the mattress felt immensely comforting rather than constraining, and she took that as yet another sign of how things had changed. For several minutes they lay like this and Fleur wouldn't have changed a thing.…
"Sooooo good," Harry eventually breathed out, as he rolled off of Fleur to lay on his side. "So...Do you want to order some food for delivery? I could eat, but I'm nowhere near done with you yet…"
After several seconds went by without Fleur reacting at all, she finally pulled her face out from where it was smooshed between some bedsheets, grabbed Harry by the shoulder, dragged her body up his side and then collapsed heavily against his chest.
"I could eat… Not English food though…"
"Pizza it is then…"
"So 'Arry Potter can be reasonable after all…"
"Not a chance. You're paying for the pizza with your body."
"....Deal…."