Harry smirked at Ginny, who blushed as she fixed her clothes. They might not have gone all the way, but the youngest Weasley was more than satisfied with how the evening had turned out. She had hoped for it, wished for it with all her being, and yet, she couldn't have imagined that it would all come true, ever.
Smiling softly at Harry, she gathered all her courage and leaned over, pressing her lips softly against his, delighting in the feeling of his arms that wrapped around her slender frame in an instant.
"You know you won't be the only one, right?"
Ginny knew what he was talking about, and she nodded against his lips.
"I know. And I don't care as long as I can be with you. I've loved you ever since you saved me, Harry," she whispered with a smile. Harry nodded.
"It means a lot to me. I'll care for you as my own, Gin, you can be sure of that."
Ginny smiled and stood up, and with a final look, she turned around and walked away with an extra sway of her hips, delighted that Harry seemed to have his eyes affixed to her delectable rear as it swayed side by side.
Harry shook his head with a chuckle and pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket, staring at the work he had done so far. It was in the penultimate stage – a project of his – one he had been working on ever since he had assimilated all the memories in his psyche.
Voldemort was an evil cunt, but he was also a magnificent bastard with barely any equal out there. Even Dumbledore, for all his knowledge and power, had not dared to delve into the esoteric arts of sorcery that Voldemort had gained immense acclaim over. Soul magic was one of those branches of magic.
The Dark Asshole of Wizarding Britain had studied the field extensively, pouring over tomes and visiting various catacombs whenever he heard even the slightest of whispers of the subject he deemed crucial above all. And it was very much understandable, given the fact that he had been able to prolong his life, all because of his research into the obscure art.
The power he commanded over his followers was entirely attributable to his knowledge of Soul magic. His faux immortality gave him the image of an invincible mage – one who could not be vanquished. His Dark Mark was an offshoot of a soul mark, something he had modified, or rather, desecrated by employing complex arithmancy and runes to alter the requisite properties of how the spell worked. It gave him total control over his followers, ensuring their undying loyalty towards him. No follower of his could raise his wand or even scheme against him.
Sure, his followers had chosen the cowardly way of denouncing his name all those years ago, but they had never taken any step to actually harm him. Instead, every one of them had in one way or another ensured that the cause was kept alive, something they had succeeded in.
It was for this very reason that Harry had no trust in Snape. The man was marked, which meant he could not take any step to harm Voldemort. Harry had, thus, concluded that the only reason why Snape managed to remain the Order's spy was that he was allowed to do so by Voldemort himself, which meant the flow of information was to the extent Voldemort allowed. The moment Snape acted out of line, he would die. Simple as that.
Currently, the Dark Mark was something that Harry had taken an active interest in, and he was devising a way to overcome its effects. Voldemort's mark connected all his followers, allowing every one of them to tap into the magical reserves of all the others who were branded with the same. That was how the Death Eaters managed to gain the upper hand in battles despite being fewer in number. Only the trusted ones were bestowed with the mark since there was a limitation to how many could be marked, and they were all the elites of Voldemort's circle. It was not as if they were highly accomplished witches and wizards. They used spells intended to cause immense damage and had the power to borrow resources from their companions.
No Death Eater knew this, and they all believed that they were powerful enough, hereby further adding fuel to the concept of the superiority of the purebloods, particularly those who subscribed to their doctrine. With a conclusion like that came hubris, one Harry intended to take massive advantage of and wipe out the unfair advantage Voldemort's inner circle enjoyed over others.
He was devising a way to corrupt the Dark Mark – something to delink the connection the Death Eaters shared, and owing to all the knowledge he had about that mark now, he believed he had managed to figure out how to do it. He would obviously need to test it out first. He was not sure what would happen if he tweaked the Dark Mark directly without testing it first. It was entirely possible that his reckless approach might alert Voldemort or his followers and this required him to test it first. He knew the intricacies; however, he did not know everything, particularly about the runic complexities and the arithmancy involved. For all his knowledge, he was not an expert in those two branches of magic. It was a good thing that he had two, and now possibly three brilliant witches to help him out with his little project.
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Malfoy Manor was a terrifying sight to behold at night. Being a massive structure silhouetted in the clouded night with torrential rain bashing against its formidable walls, it was intimidating to look at.
However, the sight outside paled in comparison to what one could see in the large hall. A massive throne had been erected on a large pedestal and occupying it was a creature straight out of nightmares.
Eyes gleaming a malevolent crimson, the figure surveyed the assembled group of witches and wizards prostrated before him on their knees. His followers, and their families.
"You truly thought I would forgive you so easily?" The evil wizard hissed softly, and yet, his voice carried over to the entirety of the hall. The people leaning in front of him shivered.
He looked down at his feet where his dear familiar was resting, and smirked, "Wormtail, come here and feed Nagini."
The rotund coward whimpered but followed the command like a loyal dog. Voldemort watched with a malicious smirk as the rat animagus seemed to cower in front of his snake, shivering as he held out a ferret. Nagini quickly launched herself forward and swallowed half of the ferret in one go.
Pettigrew shrieked in terror and fell down the pedestal, grunting in pain at the base while Voldemort looked on in disdain. Glaring, he looked over at the assembled group of witches and wizards.
"See here? This is what I have to tolerate. Filthy excuse of a wizard that cowers at the slightest of commands. How the mighty purebloods have fallen."
No one said anything, their heads bowed submissively as Voldemort glared at them.
"I gave you all a very generous gift. I gave you my mark! Do you have any inkling of what it means?" He scoffed, "Of course you don't. You were very happy when things were going so well for us, killing, torturing… but the moment it turned south, you were the first ones to run away with your tails tucked between your legs!"
Voldemort glared at the shivering witches and wizards.
"I do not see your children here, Montague, Avery, MacNair. Why is that?"
Instead of listening to anyone's stuttering, Voldemort invaded the mind of the wizard closest to him, who happened to be Montague, and scoffed.
"Missing? Don't tell me your spawns were such cowards that they fled rather than being a part of the new world order," he mocked. Montague lay on the floor, eyes wide as he tried to gain control of his mental faculties after the sudden and brutal intrusion. Avery opened his mouth to argue, before abruptly shutting it. It was MacNair who managed to get something out.
"We do not believe that to be the case, my lord. Our children are of the finest breeding. There is no way they would choose the cowardly way of desertion. I got a letter from my boy, telling me he had some entertainment for the night with a few friends. Something has happened to them and the other boy, my lord, we are sure of that."
Voldemort glared. "What other boy?"
"Another boy from the McLaggen family is also missing."
Voldemort stared for a moment before he let out a loud laugh, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood up in fright.
"They must be out there, enjoying themselves if they have taken a boy from a prominent light family with them. Such a shame, your scions, developing such a peculiar taste."
The meaning of Voldemort's words dawned, and Avery stood up with a furious look on his face.
"No, my lord, never! Our sons would- no! That is impossible!"
In an instant, he was down on the floor screaming his lungs out as Voldemort's vicious Cruciatus struck him like a berserk bludger. Around him, people cringed and looked away, not intending to witness the horror that was unfolding right in front of their eyes.
A few moments later, Voldemort let up and glared at Avery.
"You dare contradict me, Avery? You think I misunderstood?"
Avery gasped and twitched, painful jolts shooting through every nerve in his body as he was rendered incapable of forming any coherent response.
"Listen closely, Avery. I am Lord Voldemort. I am never mistaken about anything. My word is absolute. If I say the wastes of seed you call your spawns have shown their true colours and run away to rut inside some boy like the vermin they are, then you better believe it to be fact. You have no right here, much less to reject what I say. Whatever I say is the right thing. Always keep it in mind, and never again dare to question my words," Voldemort intoned each syllable slowly in a whisper which carried over the entire hall as his malicious glare fell on all the others, who cowered in front of him, terrified, their breathing laboured.
"You should consider yourselves fortunate that I am feeling much tolerant right now, but believe me when I say that I would not be so lenient next time. The same applies to each one of you. Am I clear?"
"Y-yes, my lord," the voices sounded as one, and Voldemort smirked.
"However, I am afraid certain mistakes need to be properly punished. Everyone apart from Montague, MacNair and Avery will leave this hall. Now!"
The gathered witches and wizards did not need to be told twice and quickly scrambling to their feet, they filed out of the hall, leaving the three wizards kneeling on the floor.
"This is for your failure to keep your spawn in line. You failed to raise them properly, and your incompetence has cost me my future servants. You shall be punished for it."
Loud wails reverberated throughout the hall as Voldemort pressed his wand against their marks one by one, and every single follower of his felt the tingle as it snapped. Their eyes widened when they realised what had happened.
Their lord had removed the mark he had given to the three.
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Narcissa Malfoy had just sent her daughter to her room before she dragged her husband upstairs to his office. Throwing the doors open wide, she pulled Lucius behind her and shut it firmly before applying every silencing and privacy charm she could.
"What is wrong with you, woman!?" Lucius snarled at her, and Narcissa stared at him, unfazed. Their marriage was one of convenience. Lucius was never interested in her as a person, and she was a foolish girl head over heels for the handsome Malfoy heir who only wanted access to the Black family lineage. In their two-decades-long marriage, they had lain together only once.
Narcissa had been shocked at first when she had seen her husband fucking some tramp in their marriage bed the day after she had first slept with him, and that had been the end of what had been a silly phase of obsession on her part. She had taken the room on the upper floor right beside the one that would one day be her daughter's, feeling content in her company and away from the sounds of Lucius insulting her every chance he got.
Her daughter's birth was a complicated one, and she had been rendered unable to conceive in the future. Lucius had been particularly livid when he found that out, especially since she had given birth to a girl.
Their marriage had been irrevocably broken and ever since then, Lucius had had his urges sated by whores he hired in Knockturn Alley or across the channel where he still had some business interests, all sworn to secrecy. He never acted out of line in public, always maintaining the perfect persona of the patriarch of an upstanding pureblood family in front of the masses. However, within the confines of four walls, his true colours showed.
Narcissa had gotten over her infatuation with Lucius a long time ago, and the only reason she had stayed with him was because of her daughter. Try as she might, she could never abandon her dear Cassie, no matter how much humiliation Lucius put her through. He had tried his best to turn her into a miniature version of himself, but Narcissa had taken care to raise her daughter like a true daughter of the Blacks, and she was proud of the woman she had grown into.
She was sure he had bastards elsewhere, one of whom might try to take over the lordship of the House of Malfoy, and she would keel over before she let someone else take away her daughter's birthright.
Narcissa stared at her so-called husband and glared.
"What is wrong with me!? How can you say that after seeing what just happened down there?"
Lucius scoffed. "What happened down there was something that should've happened a long time ago. Don't tell me you don't remember what kind of pigs their sons are, nothing like an upstanding pureblood of the highest breeding that our Cassandra is. I say they deserve everything our lord will do to them. He was right. Those children are the future of our cause, and to fail so miserably at nurturing the future warrants severe action."
Narcissa stared at her husband, her lips parted slightly. In all honesty, maybe she had expected a bit too much from an imbecile like him.
"So that is all you think it is, huh? Is our Cassie the same? A future servant of a madman who would do whatever he wishes just for the sake of satiating his lust of power?"
The resounding slap sent her crashing against the desk, and she cupped her cheek as she looked at Lucius in shock. He might have humiliated her by fucking whores in their marriage bed but never had he raised his wand or hand at her. Her lip had split open, and she saw him wipe the blood off the signet ring he always wore.
"Not a word against our lord, woman, you understand!? It is not your place to question him. No one can question him. His word is the law. If he says they have run away to fuck young boys, then they have run away to fuck young boys. Cassandra is a Malfoy, and I warn you again not to butcher her name like some common mudblood. She is an upstanding pureblood heiress, with the pure blood of the Blacks and the Malfoys running through her veins. She is made for this, and her future will be what our lord dictates. Remember it from now on," Lucius glared warningly, and Narcissa seethed in silence as he left without a backward glance.
Enraged and more than terrified for both herself and her daughter, Narcissa slumped on the chair and rested her forehead on her palm, elbow resting on the table as she contemplated.
She could not be a part of this. She knew that. And she had a plan in mind – someone she believed would help her. After all, she had discreetly kept in touch with her sister and her daughter, who was an auror. She was sure Nym would help her Aunt Cissy and her cousin Cassie out.
However, right now, she needed to have a serious discussion with her daughter. There was no way she would let that maniac and her evil husband ruin her dear girl. Taking a deep breath, Narcissa Malfoy stood and walked out of the office towards her daughter's room.
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"So… you planning on doing it tonight?" Nym asked in a whisper as she walked down the stairs with two blonde women. To form a brilliant picture, she had turned her hair blonde and restored her complexion from slight tan to her natural ivory. Anyone who saw them would do a double take. They looked like sisters.
Huldra aged slowly, and so did Veela. The two magical creatures were physically very similar, with one notable difference. Where a Veela could transform into a bird-like creature by sprouting feathers over her body, a Huldra had a tail that she could control at will. Natalie preferred to keep hers at size zero, having let it out only once while she was making love to Harry and Nym simultaneously. Harry was fucking her, and she had modified her tail slightly to fuck Nym with it. Safe to say, all of them had enjoyed it quite a lot, even if it was a poor substitute to the original that was Harry's magnificent cock, as Nym had put it.
Natalie looked at Fleur with a smile. The younger veela was like a breath of fresh air, and in barely a couple of hours that they had known each other, she had become a crucial part of their trio. She had this uncanny habit of calming Nym down, Natalie had observed. Whenever the young metamorph went on one of her lecherous monologues, only a look from Fleur managed to get her to calm down with a sheepish sigh.
Fleur gave Nym a sideways look as they descended the stairs, and grinned.
"Stay in the room for the night, you two. Tonight, he's all mine."
Natalie nodded with a smile as Nym sighed before giving the French beauty a nod. "Have fun, Frenchie," Nym smirked, to which Fleur responded with a firm slap to her ass.
"Soon," she smirked and entered the dining room where Harry was already sitting with Sirius and all the Weasleys. Their entrance did not go unnoticed, but Fleur had eyes only for one man who had finally noticed her. The widening of his eyes made her smirk widen, and she strode forward calmly before taking a seat right beside him.
"Hey, 'Arry," she purred, knowing how much he liked it when she deliberately accented his name. Her smile broadened when she saw his eyes fall to her lips for a second before he looked her in the eyes.
"Hey Fleur," he whispered.
Everyone around the table stared at the pair, inquisitive, and Harry caught himself before looking around.
"This is Fleur Delacour. She was the Beauxbatons champion last year, remember?"
The Weasley parents nodded and greeted Fleur with welcoming smiles, while the twins smiled and went back to their dinner after giving Harry a quick glance and a wink. Harry shook his head. However, he could not stop himself from sighing when he saw Ron staring at Fleur with his eyes glazed.
Fleur also noticed this and did her best to rein in her allure which was already barely noticeable, without any effect.
Suddenly, Ron yelped and glared around the table.
"What happened, Ron?" Harry asked innocently as he looked at him. Ron winced as he rubbed the sore spot.
"Someone hit me with a stinging hex," he complained.
"Good that someone did, or else we would've needed to see you drooling all over the food," Ginny muttered as she kept eating. Occasionally, she would glance at Harry, and this time, he caught her eye and winked. Ginny flushed and looked away with a smile, a pleasant tingle between her legs.
Ron gave her a dark look as he flushed and went back to eating, not daring to look at anyone. Harry smiled at Nym and Nat who had taken their seats right in front of him. He saw Hermione glance at him and smiled at her. The brunette's cheeks pinked a bit as she offered him a tentative smile in return before going back to her dinner.
"We'll talk after dinner," Harry whispered, and Fleur nodded.
"How did you like the room, Miss Delacour? I hope it's not too cramped? If you have any issues, I'll look into getting another one ready for you tomorrow."
Fleur smiled at Sirius and shook her head. "Non, it is okay, Monsieur Black. The room is more than good. There will be no problems. Merci for letting me stay here," she replied.
Sirius grinned. "Any friend of Harry is always welcome here, and you seem a very special friend from what Harry has told me. Why, I remember him telling me how good friends you two were just this morning."
"Really?" Harry deadpanned as he looked at his smirking godfather, wanting nothing more than to slap that damned smirk off his face.
"What? I can't even embarrass you in front of your friend, Harry?"
The emerald-eyed wizard simply shook his head as Fleur giggled beside him. Opposite him, Nym laughed while Nat had an amused look on her face. She looked at him before glancing at Fleur and nodded. Harry understood her quickly. She approved of her. With a wink, Harry stood up, having finished his dinner.
"I'll be in my room, okay? It's the one right next to yours."
Fleur nodded at him, and Harry smiled. Wishing everyone around the table a good night, he walked away, leaving five women staring at his retreating back, four in lust and one in longing.
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He heard the soft knock on the door and walked over to open it. He barely had time to react as he felt her pounce on him. Quickly grabbing her around the waist, he turned them around as his back pushed the door shut. Her mouth devoured his excitedly, all pent-up emotions from all those days ago coming to the surface in an instant.
Harry's hand fumbled with the doorknob and he activated the privacy runes before grabbing her supple ass and hoisting her up.
Fleur quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, furiously rubbing her clothed pussy against his already hardening prick as her hands threaded through his hair, their tongues darting out and battling ferociously.
"You have no idea how much I've been waiting for this," Harry grunted as his lips latched on the side of her neck, causing Fleur to moan erotically as her back arched. Her head tilted to the side, allowing him as much access as he wanted and she held herself up with her hands on his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Me too… ohh… me too mon cher," she whispered as she cupped his face and planted her lips on his once more. Harry nibbled on her lower lip and started walking until he reached the bed and unceremoniously dropped her.
"Excited, are we?" Fleur smirked up at him as she held her arms open, welcoming him. Harry chuckled and lowered himself on top of her, his lips finding the spot on her neck where he started to roughly suck, marking her.
"I'd be a fool not to be excited," he muttered. Fleur chuckled.
"What are you doing here anyway? You went back to France," Harry asked as he pulled his t-shirt off before grabbing her top and pulling it off her, leaving her in a red bra. Unabashedly, Harry stared at her heaving tits within those confines, her prominent cleavage on display. Smirking, he slapped her left breast, watching as her tits jiggled enticingly. Fleur chuckled.
"I've decided to pursue a mastery under Professor Flitwick-ohhh," she gasped out the last part as Harry chose that moment to interlace their fingers together and pinned her hand over her head, before lowering his naked upper body against her almost naked front. His lips assaulted her neck before he slowly lowered them to her cleavage and dropped kisses, teeth grazing her tender flesh.
"Really? You'll be staying at Hogwarts then, hmm?" He asked with a grin, and Fleur chuckled at the look on his face. She nodded.
"Good," he replied, before slowly descending, his lips leaving a trail of burning-hot passion all over her front. He kissed her soft skin, his teeth bit her tender flesh and left faint marks all over. His mouth probed her navel, tongue swirling around the bundle before he came to a stop right over her womanhood that was hidden behind the veil of her leggings and knickers.
Fleur watched in anticipation as Harry grabbed the waistband of her red leggings and slowly pulled them down. Inch after fucking inch of her dainty long legs was exposed to his viewing pleasure, and Harry delightfully took in the vision that was Fleur Delacour clad in only a matching set of red bra and panties, her silvery hair spread behind her like a curtain and her eyes looking at him with lust swirling in them. Her body was shining with his saliva, and he could see the faint marks on her ivory skin that showed the path he had marked on her.
"I've dreamt of this moment ever since you left," he whispered, and Fleur smiled.
"I'm all yours, mon amour. Je t'aime, 'Arry. Make me yours."
Harry smiled and moved to tenderly kiss her. "Je t'aime aussi, mon amour," he whispered against her lips, before sobering up. "But you should know about something."
Correctly guessing what he was going to say, she interjected, "I know about Nym and Natalie, and I know about the ritual too. We will talk tomorrow, mon amour. Tonight, it's about us."
Harry's eyes widened slightly before he smiled and kissed her ardently. Fleur arched her body, pressing her firm tits against his chest as her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock probing her covered pussy as her lips moved with equal enthusiasm against his. Slowly, Harry pulled back before grinning and descending, moving past her bra-covered tits which threatened to spill out with every breath she took and reached the place between her legs. Fleur lifted her arse in the air, and he pulled her knickers down her legs and ankles before throwing them behind himself somewhere. The sight mesmerised him more than he had expected. A singular slit, slick and dripping with her arousal greeted him and Harry bent down before running his tongue from the bottom to the top. Fleur shivered.
"Oui, mon amour, eat me," she moaned, and Harry obliged by pushing his tongue between her folds, parting them, and licking away at her entrance.
"Oui, 'Arry, just like that," she whispered, breathing heavily as Harry continued to lap away at her juices before his thumb touched the sensitive nub right on top of her pussy.
"'Arry!" Fleur cried out in pleasure and her body arched as Harry softly flicked her clit and grinned against her opening. Lifting his head, he saw her looking at him. Maintaining eye contact with this gorgeous beauty, he inserted one finger inside her slick folds before quickly inserting another one. Fleur gasped.
"How does it feel, baby?" He asked, moving upwards until his face was hovering over hers, fingers pumping into her at a steady pace, a rhythm having set in.
"So… Ohh… so good," she breathed. Harry smiled. His lips caressed hers, and Fleur gladly allowed him entrance. Tongues wrapped around one another, rubbing sensuously as his free hand caressed her lovely face as if she were made of porcelain. Two fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, slick with her juices, and Fleur's moans were drowned out by his kiss. Slowly, Fleur pulled back and looked at him.
"Make love to me, 'Arry," she whispered, caressing his face, and Harry smiled. He stood on his knees right in front of her gushing pussy and pulled his joggers and boxers down his legs in one go. Fleur's eyes feasted on his massive cock; her eyes open wide as she took him in while Harry threw his clothes away.
Lining himself up, he looked at her. "Ready?"
Fleur nodded. Harry smirked before rubbing the head against her folds, getting it slick with her juices as Fleur's breath hitched. It was here, the day she had been so eagerly waiting for. She was going to be one with Harry, for the first time, till the end of their days.
Harry leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock firmly against her folds and Fleur shivered. This was it.
He pushed forward, and slowly, Fleur's pussy gave way until with a wet pop, he lodged the head inside her. Fleur gasped. He was not even properly in and already she was being stretched so much!
His eyes were on her face while he pushed forward, slowly sinking into her depths until half of his cock disappeared inside her.
"You okay?" He asked, and Fleur nodded for him to continue. Harry smiled before pulling slightly back, and with a firm thrust, slammed fully inside her, burying his entire length to the hilt.
"Fuck!" Fleur cried out as Harry began to plough his massive cock in and out of her at a sedate pace.
"Merlin, love! You're so tight!" He grunted as his cock slithered in and out of her pussy, and Fleur laughed harshly.
"You're massive, mon amour! Oh yes, fuck me!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pulling him firmly against her. Harry wasted no time, and in an instant, he was pounding away at her for all he was worth. Their fingers were interlaced, his hand keeping hers steady over her head as his lips devoured hers.
The wet squelch of his cock thrusting inside her gushing pussy filled the room as the young couple continued to make love for the first time. She rocked her ass upwards, taking as much of him as she could, and Harry planted his knees on the bed for leverage, burying himself inside her with enough force to make the bed creak.
"I want to see you above me," Harry whispered against her lips, and Fleur nodded. The feeling of his cock slithering out of her pussy made her sigh before she straddled him when he laid back. "Ready?"
Harry nodded at her grin and felt her take his slick prick in her hand before lining it up against her entrance. He felt his cock burying inside her and once the head was in, she abruptly slammed herself down, taking him to the hilt inside her.
"Ohh fuck!" She cried out as she planted her hands on his muscular chest before she started to rock her ass on his cock. Harry grunted at the feeling of her pussy slithering against his erection, every vein scraping against her inner walls as he stared at the heavenly visage of Fleur Delacour bouncing on top of his cock, her hands rising to hold her lustrous blonde hair in her fists. His eyes feasted on her bra-clad breasts as they bounced and jiggled inside their confines before he planted his feet on the bed and gave a massive thrust, watching in satisfaction as her soft tits almost spilt out of her bra. Fleur smirked down at him before unhooking it and throwing it behind her, and Harry was treated to his first view of the gorgeous veela's gorgeous breasts.
His hands shot upwards, cupping and squeezing her supple tits before Fleur lowered herself, her hands resting on either side of his head and her tits dangling over his face. Her ass rocked on his cock, taking him rhythmically inside her. She knew she was close, since his foreplay had already done most of the work, and she continued to bounce her bubble butt on his lap. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room as Harry leaned up and took one nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened nub while his hand played with the other. Fleur sighed in pleasure.
"Suck my tits, baby. They are all yours, and so am I," she moaned erotically as Harry continued to nibble on her tits alternatively before finally leaning up to capture her lips in a searing kiss that took her breath away.
"I'm close, 'Arry," she whispered against his lips when he pulled away, and Harry nodded. His palms buried into her round ass and he planted his feet on the bed before he began to mercilessly thrust upwards inside her.
Fleur cried out in pleasure, moaning and mewling in between as her body shivered atop him. Her orgasm crashed through her in waves, Harry's firm hold being the only thing keeping her still and steady atop him. Juices gushed out of her pussy, covering his cock and lower abdomen while Harry continued to pound away inside her.
This is exactly what she wanted all her life – this feeling of euphoria, this utter bliss that made her feel alive. She wanted it forever with this man in her life.
A minute passed before Fleur found herself snap back to reality and she felt him still moving in and out of her, albeit at a reduced pace. She looked down at him before grinning and planting her lips on his. The kiss was tender and full of promises, and Fleur smiled.
Slowly, she lifted her ass up, and Harry watched on, confused when his cock slithered out of her pussy. Her juices spilt out, and she bent over on her knees. Understanding coloured his face and he smiled as she took his cock, covered in her juices, in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down. His cock slammed against her throat, her tongue swirling around it as she worked him up to bring him to his climax.
It didn't take him long, and he tapped her naked back twice to warn her. However, she didn't show any sign of stopping and continued to blow him. The first load hit the back of her throat, and Fleur pulled back slightly to swallow before another two shots flew inside her mouth. He watched as she winked at him before puckering her lips around the head and swirling her tongue around it. Load after thick load of his potent semen shot inside the alluring veela's mouth as Harry lay there, panting slightly in the aftermath of his orgasm.
She crawled over him, her large tits scraping over his bare front as his arms came up to loosely wrap around her waist before resting on her ass. She buried her face under his chin, and he felt her even breathing against his neck.
No words were spoken that night after Harry waved his hand, dimmed the lights, and pulled the covers over their naked bodies, kissing her softly as the couple fell asleep together. In the room adjacent to theirs, another pair of blonde women wrapped their arms around each other's naked bodies, mashing their tits together before going to sleep, both fully satiated but missing their lover and already looking forward to having him next.
To be continued…
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