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All characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
Brief Synopsis:
After becoming a mated couple, complete with a soul bond, Harry and Fleur catch a carriage down to Hogsmeade to make the most of Hogwarts's Hogsmeade weekend…
As Harry slid into the carriage, he immediately found platinum hair in his face and his lap occupied by warm Veela ass.
"You play with fire by being so sexy all ze time, 'Arry, Fleur panted out while pummeling Harry with her intense arousal in the bond. "Your actions with Dumbledore. Your desire to empower me Ze way you zink and move and talk…"
Even as she said those words, Fleur was unfastening the buckles of Harry's pants behind her back, using his eyes through the bond to see what she was doing.
Harry joined his mate by pulling her pleated skirt up to her stomach, cupping her ass in his hands and then pulling her panties down towards her knees. "It sounds to me like you're finally beginning to understand how you make me feel…"
"What I understand ees zat I need your cock een me right zis very second," Fleur moaned as the cool air in the carriage wafted against her piping-hot pussy-lips. "I will not go any furzer today wizout eet."
Harry couldn't have responded to that even if he'd wanted to. He was completely mesmerized by how Fleur was hovering her ass up over his lap and rubbing his dickhead against her dripping little pussy-lips. If he weren't so thoroughly in control of his body, seeing his cock positioned there between his lover's milky white and creamy thighs, would've been more than enough to send him over the edge. Fleur's movements were so unbelievably sexy in fact, his mind Occlusions couldn't even begin to contain the bulk of his arousal. As a result, Harry's haggard breathing started filling the carriage, as his dick twitched back and forth in protest. Then, when he felt a sudden surge of immense satisfaction from Fleur, he knew that she was well aware of how she was affecting him.
With a throaty little giggle of purely sexual enjoyment, Fleur continued to rub her mate's dickhead against her pussy-lips, swaying her ass back and forth like a million-dollar lap dance.
"Gods," Harry moaned out, in a state of complete sensory overload. At the moment, it took all he had just to run his hands along his lover's waist, thighs and ass.
Turning her head to look back down at her mate, Fleur's eyes were on fire with a mixture of love and arousal. "You like ze shape of my ass 'Arry? you zink eet ees like a 'eart, so round and soft looking." While continuing to wiggle her ass back and forth, Fleur used her lover's thick dickhead to pry apart her dripping wet pussy-folds, leaving him positioned right within her entrance as if in some sexual form of limbo. "You want zis ass bent over so you can claim me 'Arry? you want to give ze boys at your school a 'eart attack from watching you split me wide open? you want me moaning your name to ze world?"
As Fleur's teasing words riled Harry into a frenzy of raw need and uncontrollable lust, she suddenly started sinking down upon his cock, impaling herself on him in one long, slow-paced movement.
As she wiggled her ass the entire way down the length of his cock, Harry found himself groaning both in his relief and the death of his self-restraint. Tightly grabbing onto Fleur's waist, he wasted no time before he started lifting and dropping her both hard and fast upon his cock. Reaching up, he cupped her right breast through her blazer, as he continued pounding his cock up into her core.
"Fleur..." Harry finally growled, through tightly gritted teeth. "I've gotta be honest with you… Any man who sees you naked, will need to die on principle alone. You... are... mine!"
In response to his possessive words, Harry felt his lover shiver in excitement around his cock. In return, he sped up even more, until he started seeing the flesh of Fleur's ass ripple against his waist. Then the air in the carriage suddenly became electrically charged, as Fleur started reaching climax and her allure leaked out to fill the entire space.
After yowling sharply towards the ceiling, Fleur's pussy started working overtime, contracting around his cock, spilling her cum all over his shaft and balls. Even as she vibrated and shook in orgasm, she started humping down into him faster and harder. The contractions of her climaxing cunt were beyond belief, tightening around his shaft until it created a perfect sucking seal.
With every movement that he made, Harry was losing it more and more, because he could feel that when he came his lover's pussy wouldn't spill a single drop. He could also feel through the bond that Fleur wanted it, and she wanted it badly. As if to prove their empathic connection was right, Fleur suddenly leaned forward in his lap so that she could lovingly massage his balls, and coo at them as if they were a beloved family pet.
With a low and slightly unhinged growl, Harry started thrusting his cock even harder, completely giving up on holding back.
"Zat's right 'Arry, stop ze struggling. Your cum ees mine and eet always will be. I shall be taking eet from you from now on." As she spoke, Fleur continued fondling her man's balls as if she was talking to them instead of him. "I will spend ze rest of my life wiz your cum sloshing around een my womb. At every public occasion and social event we go to, I will be full of you… Today at ze Broomsticks will only be ze first time zat zis appens."
In response to her words, Fleur felt Harry wrap his arms around her belly in order to pull down upon her waist. He was burying himself as deep as he possibly could inside of her, because in that moment, he couldn't get close enough. He wanted to just melt right into her, one body, one soul, together. It was a devastatingly effective thought/movement combination, as Fleur had never felt something so arousing in her whole entire life.
With a surprised inhale of newly humid carriage air, Fleur started shaking again, cumming for the Gods only know what time on her man's obscenely perfect cock. Then, just a moment later, she started whimpering in euphoric bliss as Harry followed her lead. She moaned loudly as she felt her mate tense up and his shaft widen in several large spasms.
Straightening to lean back against her mate's chest, Fleur pressed her cheek to Harry's, as she continued to bounce upon his cock. She cooed in Harry's ear and moaned throaty encouragement as he trembled toward release. Over and over again, she gyrated and grinded her pussy down upon his shaft, until she finally felt him filling her with jet after jet of seed.
Brought to another peak of orgasm merely by feeling Harry's creamy semen filling her womb, Fleur wailed her release towards the ceiling. While screaming and clutching at Harry's forearms, she bottomed out on his cock, grinding her ass-cheeks as hard as she could against his thighs and pelvis. Now that her mate's seed was flowing, she wanted to keep his cockhead resting firmly against her womb. She wasn't still, as she rocked her pussy back and forth upon his cock, but Fleur refused to have Harry's cum anywhere but in the deepest most sacred parts of her body. As her mate continued to launch a firehose torrent of cum into the deepest recesses of her body, Fleur focused on her pussy and its natural abilities. She contracted the lining of her pussy, yanking her lover's dick deeper with every tension of her muscles. Harry's dick was milked by her walls and wrung clean of cum straight into her womb.
Almost an entire minute later, when her mate's climax was finally coming to an end, Fleur suddenly bounced and rode his shaft a dozen more times with no warning whatsoever. Then, when Harry gasped in pleasure overload, and became a shuddering mess beneath her, she finally allowed her body to follow suit. Soon enough, she was laying back against Harry's body, rubbing at her tummy where his thick and heavy cock continued to twitch deep inside of her.
For several minutes in a row, both Harry and Fleur just gasped and twitched, allowing their bodies to come down from their peak. Fleur couldn't help the little mewl of satisfaction that she released as she lay her head on Harry's shoulder. Of course, if she'd had it her way, they'd just keep fucking for however much longer they could still move. As per usual, her completely wonderful mate was still rock hard inside of her and ready to go. Unfortunately for the both of them, she could see the gates of Hogsmeade growing in the distance, out their carriage window, so she knew that they were running out of time. After showing Harry what she'd seen through the bond, he slowly and reluctantly pulled himself from within her still persistently wet pussy.
After tucking everything away and then collapsing back into his seat, Harry found himself marveling at Fleur's unnaturally polished appearance. They'd only just finished fucking like rabbits, and yet she still looked like a million bucks. While Harry hadn't scrutinized himself yet, he was all but certain he looked rode hard and put away wet.
After smiling at her mate's observation, Fleur began speaking in some extremely upbeat French. "The way you look right now makes me happy, 'Arry. When you stumble out of this carriage looking like I've had my way with you all morning, complete with both hickeys and swollen lips, it shall calm my irrationally possessive Veela instincts." Fleur kissed the hickey on Harry's neck again, as she leaned against his side.
Wrapping his arm behind Fleur's back, Harry pulled her close and held her tight. Leaning in, he kissed her neck and then gave it a little nip.
With a shiver of renewed arousal, Fleur tilted her head away to reveal even more of her neck.
After nibbling on Fleur's neck for several more moments, Harry leaned even closer so that he could chew gently on her earlobe. "I won't be giving you a hickey today," Harry began in a sultry whisper. "You are my Lady, so I'll have everyone respecting you. A hickey would convey that I think you're an object, and I won't have that. I really do want to do it though, Fleur. I'm possessive of you as well..."
After saying all of that, Harry was suddenly latched onto by a very, very in love Veela.
"Ooooh 'Arry, you may in fact be the perfect man. I love you 'Arry..." Fleur continued to coo her appreciation into her mate's ear, as she wrapped tightly around his body…
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