Author's note:
This piece of writing exists mostly for the benefit of the people who are reading one of the PG rated stories that I'm submitting, Harry Potter: Unleashed, and appreciate some smut along with their plot. That being said, the events happening in this little piece of literature aren't complicated so you don't HAVE to read the other story in order to read this one (I'd love it if you did though).
The story up until now…
After saving his brand new girlfriend Fleur Delacour from an attempted mind control/enslavement attempt, Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour head off to the Room of Requirements together. Harry wants to have a quick bath because he's become sweaty in all of his efforts, leading Fleur to create a bathtub within the room that she's sitting in, because she doesn't want to be left alone.
Harry had been listening to Fleur's explanation as he took off his shoes and socks, so he was nodding his understanding as he rose up off of the couch that they were sharing. Turning back towards Fleur, he drew off his outer robes, to reveal the black tank-top and cargo pants combo that he wore most days underneath his uniform. Then, when he noticed that his current attire had Fleur's undivided attention, he adopted a somewhat sly look upon his face. "Well, you demanded that I work out every day for your viewing pleasure... Shall I show you the results?"
"Slowly and with flair please," Fleur replied, while pulling her legs up and under her on the couch.
Harry laughed because it was extremely surreal having Fleur Delacour ogling him so openly. "Okay, but I'm no Chippendale... I won't have skill, just enthusiasm."
At Harry's words, Fleur canted her head to the side... "Chippendale 'Arry?"
"Professional male dancers slash strippers... a popular show for women in the muggle world," Harry replied.
"Ahhhh 'Arry, but you don't understand... You are mine and so this is even better. A private show in the VIP section is what this is. You have also become a beautiful man, 'Arry... I couldn't even deny this before... I knew it. It was… inconvenient for me." Fleur wiggled as she looked at her knees on the couch.
"You had racy thoughts about your best friend, young Mr. Potter?" Harry smiled at Fleur as he slowly took off the tank top.
"Yes, yes and no," Fleur replied. "I frequently found my body being affected by you during the day and then having extremely naughty thoughts about you at night... Every single time that happened though, I mercilessly blamed your magic as if it were an allure of some kind. It's not a correct comparison, but it's what I was using at the time." Fleur was taking in her man's body with what she was sure he would call a laser like intensity. Harry was all lean, perfect muscle, like an Adonis. "Male Veela indeed," she whimpered out, while breathing a little harder.
"What about at the end of the summer?" Harry undid the top of his pants.
"I just accepted the fact that my best friend 'Arry frequently made me hot for him," Fleur breathed out, while shrugging in a somewhat bashful form of defeat. "By that point, I knew that you were extremely special to me, and I wasn't surprised. I was too afraid to think more on the matter."
Harry nodded as he slid down his pants and then kicked them off to the side.
"Come here 'Arry," Fleur demanded in a sudden gasp. "I will do the next part."
"Is that wise?" Harry arched an eyebrow. "I got the impression you wanted to wait..."
Even as Fleur nodded her head, her eyes were on fire. "Yes, we will wait... 'Arry... The very first time you enter me, we will be bonded. I love you very much 'Arry, so it will happen instantly. That is why we will wait until my parents are at least informed and have talked about it. I also only accepted my feelings this morning, so to seal the deal right now would feel too rushed. There's also one other reason that might only be possible because of how strong you are against my allure. None of that means that I don't want to see you for the very first time with all the pomp and circumstance you deserve... I want to unwrap you, 'Arry..."
Harry shivered at the way Fleur was looking at him, but then he smiled and walked closer. He arched his eyebrows again and bit his bottom lip in a thoughtful way. "Umm, Fleur... I suppose I should ask. Should I Occlude my body's natural reaction to your attentions?"
At first, Fleur just looked up at Harry with a confused expression on her face, but then she suddenly understood his meaning and she rapidly shook her head. "Gods no, 'Arry! I never want to see you soft. I demand that you always be hard for me."
"Duly noted," Harry replied, in as casual a voice as he was capable of using under the circumstances. He was only wearing black boxer-briefs at the moment after all, and they were starting to get very, very tight.
Slowly and gently, Fleur rubbed her hands down the length of Harry's chest and stomach in clearly visible worship, tracing the patchwork of scars all over his torso exactly like she did back during the summer, but this time it was the muscles that had her undivided attention. "Oooohhh 'Arry... You've been a very good boy, creating all of this for me," she quietly cooed. "I appreciate your efforts very, VERY much. Hohhh I will enjoy you, 'Arry..."
After almost an entire minute spent dragging her hands down Harry's abdominal muscles to the waistband of his boxers, Fleur took a hold of the garment's rubber band line, stared up into his eyes, and then said the words that came so hard no more than twelve hours earlier... "I love you, 'Arry…"
Harry was the one who couldn't form a reply this time, but Fleur could plainly see that he was choked up by both her appreciation of his formerly hated body and the devotion he could see in her eyes. She could easily tell that her lover was beyond words at the moment, because he was enormously moved.
It was adorable.
With one last smile up at her lover's far too handsome face, Fleur allowed her eyes to pan back down his body, drew in a very deep breath, bit her bottom lip, and then very slowly drew his boxers down the length of his thighs. By the time her eyes were returned to Harry's waist, she found the base of his impressively thick shaft revealed, resting atop a pair of extra-large and velvety balls. Harry's testicles were surrounded by trimmed, curly, black hair, and Fleur was surprised to find out just how pleasing she found the sight to be... She continued pulling the boxers down... and then down some more. She was starting to breathe a little harder now, because the shaft in front of her was being revealed more and more with every passing moment, and yet it simply wasn't ending.
Finally, after a small eternity spent lowering the man's boxers down his thighs, Harry's impressive cock was set free to stand up straight and wave back and forth right in front of her face. Right away, she could smell the subtle but manly musk of her lover's dick, because it was bobbing just an inch away from her nose at this point… and it smelled… divine…
Over the next few seconds, Fleur's eyes crossed just above her nose, as she stared at the thick mushroom head of Harry's completely magnificent dick. Then it throbbed at her attention, which made it bob up and down like nothing she'd ever seen before, causing Fleur to gasp and look up at Harry in highly visible wonder. "Ohhh 'Arry... I'm so grateful that I'm part magical creature..." Fleur was just barely breathing out her words now, in her extreme surprise and explosive arousal. "My little pussy is designed to be magically perfect. I won't need to struggle while taking this majestic beast inside of me."
In response to Fleur's words, Harry's cock twitched violently just inches from her face again, and when he replied, it was in a breathy little voice. "Magically... perfect?"
"Yes, 'Arry... perfect. You are a lucky, lucky man," Fleur replied while looking her lover in the eyes and nodding. "I am a Veela and I'm very much in love with you. Then there's also the fact that my allure doesn't work on you like it normally would, which will soon cause my body to do several rather remarkable things. In fact, I imagine it's already beginning to happen. I will soon taste and smell like heaven, look, feel and even sound like paradise to you. It is happening because my body demands that you return my love. The fact that you already do is irrelevant, because we have not yet made love, made a bond, and my body is going to do what it can to assure that we do. This is the last reason why I think we should wait... Just imagine it, mon amour. You are going to be an extremely happy man..."
As Harry reflexively swallowed the lump in his throat, his dick twitched and bounced in front of Fleur's nose again as if mirroring the movement of his Adam's apple. Then he closed his eyes to try to get control of his rampaging libido the normal way, only for his efforts to instantly crash and burn over a miraculous sensation that he was feeling... Two soft, slim little hands were curling as far as they could around the shaft of his cock, before doubling up and squeezing him posessively. Harry's eyes instantly snapped open again and he stared down in wonder as Fleur Isabelle Delacour slowly, lovingly explored the length of his dick... "Oh Gods," Harry exclaimed in a gasp. "I have nearly perfect body control, and yet I almost just came! How does any normal man even begin to?..."
"My 'Arry... Many men climax from strong allure alone," Fleur replied, while softly rubbing his shaft and staring hungrily at his dick. "In reality, it's a very rare man indeed who successfully performs in bed with a Veela. Veela scour the entire planet for men that are even a fraction as capable as you... Of course, once a bond is created then the man's poor performance becomes completely irrelevant. At that point, the Veela is entirely committed and must make the best of the situation. My love... You are so far above the norm there isn't even a comparison to be made," Fleur panted out directly against the head of Harry's dick, as the truth of her words seemed to hit her pussy like a lightning strike. "I'm an extremely lucky Veela..."
With white knuckles and a nearly pained expression upon his face, Harry stared down at Fleur and tried his level best to control his body. "Fleur… love... This feels really selfish of me... Can I?..."
"Best not touch me at all, 'Arry," Fleur interrupted, in a somewhat whimsical tone of voice. "Veela are passion... I am barely keeping myself together as it is, and I'll be sitting on your dick in seconds if you begin to touch me in return." Fleur looked up at her man and speared him with eyes that were suddenly very serious. "If we manage to wait just three week's time, I will have become heaven on earth to your senses and it will allow my mother time to work on my father. There is also the fact that I struggle with two sets of conflicting sensibilities. A normal witch would call me a terrible slut for having sex the first day of our relationship. A Veela would have jumped you this morning immediately after the confession. I am torn between these two ideas of normalcy."
As Fleur spoke, her eyes drifted back to and then were glued upon Harry's cock and balls. Then, as she continued to stroke him, she began moving just a little bit faster, beginning to use a wringing motion using both of her hands.
Within record time, Harry's legs were beginning to shake in pleasure, and he was forced to shore them up with Occlumency to remain on his feet. He just couldn't believe the sight that he was seeing below him. The ethereally beautiful and mesmerizing, Fleur Delacour... The cool, frustrating and hard to please Fleur Delacour... was milking his dick with her far too soft little hands, towards her endlessly sexy, slightly parted lips. She was servicing him with a smile and she looked like she was having the time of her life.
Very suddenly, Fleur spit on her right hand, then spread the liquid all over Harry's shaft and cockhead, making his length slick and shiny. Then Fleur paused, as she seemed to marvel at the sight of his newly shiny dick, and Harry groaned at the openly perverse expression growing upon her far too angelic face.
As if Harry's groan was her cue to act, Fleur's hands tightened by a fraction and her movements sped up as she continued to milk his shaft just inches from her mouth. Fleur was panning her eyes back and forth between Harry's cock and his face, and her eyes were smoldering in a way that made it impossible to maintain his self-control. Harry was twitching and his balls were tensing up despite the fact that he was actively trying to resist. Fleur was being completely relentless, speeding up over time and pumping his dick towards her newly wide open mouth. Harry began to understand exactly where this was going, along with his girlfriend's rather obvious intentions.
"Fleur," Harry finally gasped out. I... will... Lots, Fleur. LOTS FLEUR!" In that moment, Harry was a hundred percent certain that his brand new girlfriend was seriously underestimating his semen output.
Fleur looked up into Harry's wide open and shaking eyes, came to understand the gist of his warning, and then made what she considered the obvious decision. She began pumping her hands both faster and harder than before, then she leaned forward that single extra inch to begin licking and kissing at his cockhead. Oh Gods! Harry's skin tasted so damned good to her even as he was sweaty from his most recent magical display. Fleur reveled in the taste of her man's cock and she couldn't wait to also taste his cum upon her tongue. She looked up into her lover's eyes, trying to wordlessly convey that the way he tasted was delicious to her.
Harry picked up on Fleur's facial expression, which somehow made his dick look like it was five star cuisine, and he was officially about to lose it. At this point, Fleur was popping the head of his dick in and out of her vacuum sealed lips as she milked him hard with both of her hands. Within the hot and slippery confines of her obscenely hollowed out cheeks, Harry could feel Fleur's tongue rubbing all around the tip of his cock like hundreds of little electric shocks running straight towards his balls. Both of her hands were flying up and down his shaft at this point, bouncing his cockhead within her tightly suctioning lips and on her eagerly waiting tongue. Her eyes were locked on his and screaming the words hunger and lust in equal measure.
"Oh Gods, Fleur, cum, I'm cumming," Harry stammered in a tight lipped little groan. "I'm going to cum in your perfect fucking mouth." Even before those words finished exiting his mouth, Harry's balls tensed up hard against his shaft as his first huge load started rocketing down the length of his cumvein.
Fleur felt Harry's dick swell and pulse as his cum ran down its length towards her tightly sucking mouth. She was very surprised by the strength of the first load delivered into her mouth as it hit the back of her throat like a power washer, just shy of stinging. Then she was swallowing on and licking Harry's head as hard as she possibly could, because he was clearly nowhere near done cumming yet and she wanted to make him moan. His massive dick swelled again and again as she rapidly milked him with her hands, and several more over-large loads of seed were launched to splash within her cum hungry little mouth.
Around the time Harry's fourth load was spraying over her tongue, Fleur finally managed to taste his semen for the very first time, and she found herself squealing in delight, for her man tasted delicious to her. She moaned loudly as she made her lips a high pressure seal around Harry's dickhead, determined to keep all of her man's cum inside of her mouth where it needed to be... She lapped at his cockhead in complete rapture as her cheeks quickly chipmunked outwards around his seed, because her man was feeling good and she was doing this for him. She would be having more of this incredible liquid both in her, and on her, all of the time from this point forward. She was trembling with excitement at the very prospect of it.
Fleur Delacour would drain her lover until his balls were made empty, and she was in turn made full...
Fleur was a sexual genius and Harry was completely losing it as a result. He had his hands curled gently into his new girlfriend's impossibly soft hair, as his entire body shook and trembled with orgasm. He'd already shot at least nine huge loads of cum into this goddess's mouth, as she relentlessly milked him, and he wasn't even done yet. How could he, after all... Fleur never once stopped sucking and licking on his cockhead the entire time that he emptied his balls into her gorgeous, perfect, angelic little mouth. Only very slowly did he finally come down from the unbelievable pleasure that Fleur was providing him, because even as his orgasm ended, she continued to suckle and lick at his crown.
Finally, when Harry's balls stopped shaking under his still spasming shaft, he knew that his climax was coming to an end. Even then, it appeared that Fleur wasn't quite finished with him yet. She stared adoringly into his eyes as her mouth tightened into a perfect sucking seal around his crown, and she took his still hard shaft in both of her hands. Next, she tightened her grip around the base of his shaft, sucked as hard as she could on his cockhead and began slowly milking him of his seed. Fleur's tightly fisted hands slowly applied pressure up the length of his shaft, over and over, until she'd milked out the last few drops of his cum onto her splayed out and waiting tongue.
The message was clear. Fleur Delacour LOVED his cum and she couldn't seem to get enough of it...
"Oh dear Gods," Harry whispered out, in a state of completely stunned and overwhelmed awe.
Fleur continued to stare up at her man as she licked her lips and when there was no cum there to clean up, she managed to look just a little bit disappointed about it. She'd done such a masterful job of sucking up and swallowing Harry's seed that she looked completely immaculate.
"Gods and Goddesses, Fleur! You look like you just walked out of a spa, you're spotless." Harry collapsed down onto the couch, before planting a very appreciative kiss on his more than wonderful girlfriend.
"Yes, yes 'Arry. I am very good," Fleur agreed, looking almost comically self-satisfied. "Considering that was my first time ever doing anything even remotely like that, I imagine you'll be extremely pleased with how good I'll eventually get. Veela are inherently gifted in sexual matters, but they frequently end up lazy because of their allure and great beauty. I'm a try-hard 'Arry. I seek to excel. I also just love the way both your cock and your cum taste..." Fleur looked aside at her man with absolute confidence on her face... "I'll be taking very, very good care of you, my 'Arry."
Harry nodded slowly in complete agreement, because that much was obvious. He spent the next half a minute taking deep breaths just so that his legs would carry his weight. When he finally thought that he was physically capable of movement again, Harry stood back up, threw out his hands and exclaimed "I'm seriously filthy, Fleur. If you wait just five minutes, I'll bathe myself and then shower you with affection. I don't want to get your uniform covered in sweat."
Fleur nodded in understanding and gestured for Harry to hurry.
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