I don't own anything related to the Harry Potter Franchise.
All of the characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
The story up until now…
All day at Hogwarts, Fleur Delacour made a mess of Harry's body, fucking him several times until he was covered in hickeys, his hair was even more messy than usual, and he looked so satisfied that every student that they met could immediately tell what was happening. The reason why Fleur was making such a spectacle of their sex life, was because the lightning-bolts, Harry's 'fan-club,' kept yelling at Fleur to leave THEIR Harry alone, while attempting to hex her with a wide assortment of very juvenile magic. Fleur wanted to make a statement by visibly, noticeably sexing Harry up.
Harry Potter was hers.
When Fleur asked Harry why he wasn't being harassed by any of the jealous or antagonistic students at his school, he explained that there was a straight up murder attempt on him from two Slytherin boys earlier in the year, and that he dealt with it without getting any of the Professors involved. He ruefully explained how, in a desire to 'scare his attackers straight,' he captured them, smuggled them down into the Chamber of Secrets, Conjured a torture chamber out of a horror movie into the chamber next to the dead Basilisk, and then secured his attackers upon a pair of torture racks. Over the following day, Harry made himself look like a sociopathic killer that's capable of ripping the magical power out of the people that he tortures to death, and he implied that this so-called 'skill' was the REAL reason why he'd suddenly grown so very powerful…
By the end of that day, Harry's newly mentally-scarred attackers swore magical oaths to keep his secrets, and never interfere in his life by either word, deed, or omission, just so long as Harry made a normal promise to leave them alone.
When Harry finished his story, he expected Fleur to be a little bit upset or squeamish about his actions…
She wasn't… Not at all…
Very suddenly and very powerfully, Fleur flushed and groaned, as she became acutely aware of what absolutely must happen within the next few minutes… "Gods and Goddesses, 'Arry, we need to find some privacy right this very second!" Fleur had an extremely predatory expression upon her face at this point, and she was giving Harry a very meaningful look.
At Fleur's expression, Harry scoffed lightly, in his disbelief. "Why, Fleur... Your womb is already quite full of my cum at this point. Why would you need even more?"
"You are correct of course, mon amour," Fleur purred out, in very quiet and accented English. "My womb ees appily full to bursting with your seed... What I need now ees your cock down my throat, and your cum een my stomach." Fleur was giving Harry a piercing stare, to let him know that she meant business.
While Harry was surprised by this new plan, he was also both young and a male, so he was behind Fleur's idea every step of the way. "Where?"
"Zey 'aave broom closets 'ere," Fleur declared, without a moment's hesitation.
"Follow me," Harry immediately demanded, while grabbing hold of his mate's hand.
After quickly finding an empty hallway, equipped with a broom closet, Harry knocked several times (just good broom closet etiquette). Upon getting no answer, they hastily entered it and Harry imperfectly fused the closet door to the frame (a perfect fuse would've suffocated them both). Harry hadn't even finished performing the spell before his pants were being yanked down his legs to his feet. He didn't even bother Banishing them off his body this time, because there was nowhere to walk to at the moment, and he was far too distracted. Instead, he performed a wandless Lumos spell, and he stared down at the blonde angel, on her knees at his feet.
"Arry... You must 'aave no sense of self-preservation at all, always making me 'oot for you like zis..." Fleur was pulling down her mate's boxers even as she spoke, and was staring up at his face with perversely glowing eyes. "I wonder 'ow many times een a seengle day your balls can be emptied with your eensane 'ealing magic. I zink today we will find out…." By the time she finished her ultra-sexual threat, Fleur was speaking directly to the tip of Harry's dick, breathing out hot air directly onto his cockhead.
Harry groaned at the sight of his very eager to please mate, and ran his hands through her impossibly soft hair. "Oh Gods, if I have to go out, let this be the way it happens," he whispered, in a choked-out little growl.
Fleur began by giving Harry a beautiful smile meant for the cover of magazines. Then, swiftly changing gears, she spit vulgarly all over his shaft until it was slick from its base to its head. She rested both of her cool, perfect hands, atop his rock-hard, bucking shaft, and then started slowly pumping at him, while staring up into his eyes.
"I was a good girl before getting involved with you, 'Arry (pumping hands on his dick). A leetle over a month ago, I was virginal, proper, cool (pumping hands on his dick). I don't 'aave a seengle clue 'ow you do zese zings to me, but eet ees a fact (continuous pumping on his dick). I want you een me and on me, 'Arry (kisses the very tip of his dick). I never understood before, but I am Veela and I will drain you (licks and sucks upon the tip and crown of his dick). I burn for you 'Arry (sharp suck of his cockhead in her mouth). Now be a good mate and feed me your seed (bobs head forward and sharply sucks back, popping her lips off his head).
With Harry's cock officially teased into a steel pipe of red-hot, veiny cockmeat, Fleur began moving to achieve her prize…
By this point, Harry was leaning heavily against the wall because as per usual, Fleur was stealing his leg strength with her overwhelming sex-appeal. She was looking up at him with so much lust, it was paralyzing, as she sharply sucked upon the crown of his cock, and her hands were lovingly roaming up and down his thighs. Then she suddenly leaned forward, engulfing almost half of his shaft in one slow but assertive movement, stretching her little mouth along his girth in a way that was both beautiful and obscene in equal measure. The Veela forced her pouty little lips further and further down the length of Harry's shaft, and then she swallowed upon his meat before slowly drawing back up to his crown. Even as she withdrew, she applied huge amounts of suction, hollowing out her cheeks until you could see the shape of Harry's cock through the lining of her mouth.
Fleur had her lips sealed so tightly around the shaft of Harry's dick, she was stopped from completely withdrawing her mouth from his cock when they bumped into his much wider dickhead. She repeated this process several more times, settling into a perfect rhythm within just a matter of moments, and every time her lips were stopped by his flared-out glans, she'd lick at his tip in a frenzy of twining tongue. Fleur was a natural at this movement, so very soon she sped up the process until she was quickly bobbing up and down upon his cock.
Then she upped the ante in a super-massive way, and Harry groaned in helpless excitement to echo around the room.
Fleur Delacour rapidly unbuttoned both her blouse and the white dress-shirt underneath, pulled the cups of her bra down beneath her large, full, supernaturally perfect, gravity defying breasts, and then sandwiched the bottom half of Harry's dick within a vast amount of impossibly soft and creamy titflesh. With a sexually charged economy of movements that could only be accomplished by a hyper-aroused Veela, Fleur started pumping her titmeat up and down Harry's dick, while squelching her piping-hot little mouth up and down the top half of his length. She started giving her man a titfuck/blowjob of legendary quality, and she stared hungrily up into his eyes the whole entire time…
Within just a handful of minutes spent receiving this treatment, Harry's fists were clenched, his lower body was trembling, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he couldn't hold off much longer (at least not without using his Occlusions to numb the sensations that he was feeling)… which was fine because getting him off was the whole entire point... As she squeezed and milked Harry's wrist-thick shaft within her beautifully bouncing titflesh and throated his cock down into her unnaturally welcoming esophagus, Fleur used the bond to convey her desire to swallow his cum now, as soon as possible, right this very second, and she begged him to give it to her with a pleading puppy dog look upon her face…
And Harry completely lost it, his dick started twitching, and his balls started bucking as he was just seconds away from climax.
Sensing her mate's impending release, Fleur suddenly grew ambitious, shoved several more inches of his dick down into her tightly squeezing throat, and she started swallowing as hard as she possibly could upon his dramatically spasming meat. It felt like a vacuum made of silky soft throat-meat, mouth and tongue was rhythmically coiling around both his shaft and his cockhead, causing Harry to grunt in explosive pleasure as his balls gave up their contents.
Then Harry was launching a massive series of cumloads directly down Fleur's throat, and she was moaning whorishly upon his cock as if her every prayer was being answered.
After the first dozen of Harry's cumshots expanded deep within her throat, Fleur suddenly pulled away in order to catch the remaining seed upon her tongue. She let his cum chipmunk out her cheeks while she licked and sucked upon her lover's cockhead with flawless technique and execution, and then she swallowed whenever her mouth was full to max capacity.
Harry thought he just might pass out from the pleasure of it all, and he was about to completely lose the use of his violently shaking legs. He focused on breathing, and feeding Fleur the gratitude and appreciation that she deserved within the bond.
Finally, over fifty seconds later, when Harry was completely finished cumming and there was nothing left to give, Fleur's mouth loudly popped off the tip of his dick, she leaned back with her mouth wide open to reveal a vast pool of cum flooding her maw, and then she swallowed it all down as if it was the tastiest ice cream imaginable.
"You are so very delicious, mon amour," Fleur purred, even as she squirmed in apparent happiness. "Zat will be all ze protein zat I need for lunch today…. I might just decide zis ees 'ow I get eet from zis point forward..."
In one last surprise movement, Fleur suddenly drew Harry's cock back into her mouth again to give it a slow, soft and exceptionally thorough cleaning.
In his surprise and pleasure, Harry's legs actually did give out on him this time, so as Fleur slowly dragged her mouth back off the crown of his dick, he crumpled to his ass on the floor. "Oh dear Gods," Harry gasped out, in quiet, halting breaths. "Please come here, Fleur. I don't have the strength left to pull you close."
Without a word, Fleur crawled forward like a cat, to straddle her lover's body against the wall.
Harry bombarded his mate with copious amounts of love and affection. He didn't have the words to describe how good that had felt, so the bond was useful.
Slowly unbuttoning Harry's shirt, Fleur started peppering his torso and upper chest with kisses... While she didn't usually bother wearing more than the minimum amount of makeup, today she was wearing lipstick for a very specific reason. Very soon, Harry's chest and collarbone near his neck were covered in plenty of lip shaped red marks.
"You are truly well fucked now, 'Arry," Fleur remarked with a nod of satisfaction. "Now eet ees time to go eat lunch een ze Great 'All."
After a single silent moment spent staring at each other, both Harry and Fleur started laughing.
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