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Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older
Harry Potter ate his dinner at the Beauxbatons area of the Ravenclaw table, where he managed to win several brownie points with his Veela-bonded-mate, Fleur Delacour. Then, when he offered to walk her back to the carriage, she ended up asking him to sneak in and stay the night with her.
This chapter is exceptionally romantic. You have been warned.
For a long time, Harry and Fleur just held each other atop Fleur's bed, because they were in the thick of it and couldn't tear themselves apart… At some point, Harry's right arm ended up under Fleur's shirt and it started riding up her body little by little almost with a will all its own. Harry shivered as he felt a heavy breast and a nipple against his chest. Fleur smiled into his neck, and slowly rose to all fours, straddling his waist.
Slowly, sensually, Fleur pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing her MORE than perfect body. Perfect was a couple of weeks ago. This body was specifically designed to make Harry crazy, and he was completely mesmerized every single time that he saw it.
Extending out his arms, Harry wrapped them around his wife's waist before pulling her down and to the left. He rolled his mate underneath his body, and then sat up himself, removing his boxers. Gods help him, Fleur stared up at his body exactly the same way that he did to hers…
Falling forward, Harry braced his arms at Fleur's sides, kissing her softly in long, lingering sweeps. Tonight didn't feel rushed or aggressive. Tonight was about being close. Harry slowly moved his mouth down Fleur's cheek, tracing kisses down her chin, ear, neck, shoulder, and sternum, before finally popping a perfectly pink and puffy nipple into his mouth. Then he shivered as Fleur arched underneath him, and her hands curled around the back of his neck.
Over the following moments, Harry slowly suckled on Fleur's right nipple until it became pointed and hard, and then he moved on to the left. He gently rubbed the first nipple as he warmed up the second one, and he marveled at the taste of his wife... There really are no words to describe the way she tasted on his tongue... Fleur was designed to be delicious for him and she was.
Continuing his journey down the length of her body, Harry kissed the subtle swells of Fleur's abdominal muscles and then her slim, perfect little tummy (any fat that Fleur has is there for a reason and is absolutely vital to her unbelievable sex appeal), and his cock throbbed as his mate squirmed and wiggled in his clutches.
All of the sudden, Fleur grabbed Harry's shoulders, pulled him back up the length of her body and then wrapped her legs around his waist. The message was clear. No parseltongue tonight (a skill that Harry was quite good at), no oral, no one-sided pleasure. Fleur wanted her mate inside of her tonight and nowhere else.
With a nod of understanding, Harry grabbed his rock-hard shaft, and slowly ran his cockhead up and down the length of his mate's slick, little pussy-lips. Then he rubbed his tip against her swollen little clit, and they both shivered at exactly the same time.
Harry leaned forward and kissed his wife as his dick slowly entered her eagerly accepting sex. In an instantaneous reaction, Fleur's legs tightened around his back, where they began pulling at his waist with her feet pressing flat against his ass-cheeks. Her pussy also started doing what it always tends to do in these situations, gripping at him tightly and drawing him deeper, while coaxing him to release.
And in a feat of willpower that he'd never committed to before, Harry didn't let Fleur's body have its way. He very slowly, very gently, entered into his mate's body, as they both trembled from head to toe and clutched at each other's bodies. Harry knew that his Occlumency barriers were being torn down by Fleur's inherently sexual magic, and he could feel his body coiling up with tension, but he wouldn't let it have its way. With that in mind, he sought out the same stubborn defiance that had allowed him to shrug off Lupin's Imperio curses over the course of the summer.
Remus Lupin had been blown away by how resistant to Imperio curses Harry actually was when they reached that element of his training, and that stubborn obstinacy was going to come in handy for him now…
Harry was the one in charge of his actions, and no foreign magic, welcome or otherwise, was going to boss him around… Harry actively defied the impulses being channeled into his body from Fleur's magical constitution, allowing him to drop his hips down towards his wife's with slow, deliberate care.
Finally after about thirty seconds of very slow penetration, Harry's cock bottomed out inside of his wife, and his crown rested snugly against her cervix, like the perfect fit it had become. Harry dropped his face towards Fleur's, and they kissed again, passionately this time, tongues dancing. Emotions were flying through the bond, thick like water.
"Love you wife," Harry gasped out, in a haggard sounding voice. He was out of breath and almost overwhelmed already.
"Love you, 'Arry," Fleur whimpered back, and Harry's heart hurt from the sweetness of it.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Harry pulled out from within his lover, and it felt as if he was lifting a thousand pounds as he withdrew his cock from within her tightly squeezing depths… His every instinct was screaming at him to RUT the woman beneath him, but he ignored it all and he maintained the pace. He wouldn't do it. Not this time. This time for sure, Harry was going to make love to his wife.
Needless to say, what Harry had in mind was going to be difficult. It was infinitely easier to move quickly, because what Harry was currently doing felt like separation from Fleur, and seemed to hurt him at a cellular level. Nevertheless, Harry eventually withdrew his dick through layer after layer of possessively coiling pussymeat, and he was poised with just his cockhead inside of her tensing and tightening lips.
At great length, Harry slowly sank back down into Fleur's sex, and the feeling of relief was truly immense. It felt as if he'd run five miles, when in reality, it'd only been one very slow pump out and then back inside. Firming up his resolve, Harry started the process again, and then, when he was finished with that, he did it again and again. Over and over, Harry slowly withdrew his cock out of Fleur and then sank back in, until finally he seemed to make it past a bottleneck of some sort, and the process became ever so slightly easier. Then they found a slow-paced rhythm of sorts, from which they could finally begin touching the things that needed touching.
Fleur's hands wrapped around Harry's back, where they slowly rubbed up and down his muscles while clutching at him with nearly bruising force.
Harry's hands roamed her sides and her face, worshiping her body, because so far as he was concerned, she was an angel straight from heaven. He slowly ran his hands along any flesh he could reach, while still moving in that same extremely measured pace.
Eventually, Harry thought he could handle it, and he picked up the pace, just a tiny little bit. Immediately after, they both moaned as if he were thrusting like mad, instead of completing a very minor increase in speed… Harry released magic into Fleur's body, and directed it throughout her nervous system. As his right hand slid across her shoulder, his magic coursed through her breasts and her nipples, down her belly, circling her belly button, before dropping lower to her clit. As Harry's left hand ran between Fleur's waist and lower-back. He released magic that flowed down her spine, to her tailbone, through her center, to the core of her sex, and everything in between.
Fleur shivered, then she shuddered from head to her toes as she reached a sudden orgasm, her legs tightened and trembled around her mate's lower back, her pussy squeezed him harder, her juices released all over his shaft and she spilled all over his balls. "Ooohhhh Gods, Aarriiee," Fleur breathed out, in a broken little gasp. "Your cock is so perfect... your hands are soo... oh my Gods, 'Arry... Bliss... Your body, your sex is bliss..."
At this point, Harry was sweating as if he was running a marathon, rather than merely thrusting at a moderate speed, and his balls were bucking dramatically down between his thighs. The contractions of Fleur's pussy were becoming more insistent by the second, as her body was determined to make him speed up, and her insides were clenching around his shaft in rhythmic feeling waves. The impulse to simply RUT the woman was twice as strong now, so Harry bit the inside of his lip hard, while shaking his head NO. He just barely resisted the impulse, and kept his measured pace, despite the fact that it felt as if he was tearing himself apart.
Harry's hands roamed all over Fleur's mind-breakingly perfect curves as he leaned in for another kiss, peppering her face, and her forehead, and anything within reach. He wanted/needed his wife to feel it with her body. He kissed and nibbled on her neck, and Fleur regained her breath just long enough to speak.
"Give eet to me 'Arry. Mark me, I want eet, Arriiee," Fleur whimpered out in accented English.
"Cheater," Harry gasped back into Fleur's ear, even as he needed no further convincing. He took a deep suck of his mate's neck, just where it meets her shoulder, and then he bit off a small bruised mark on her skin. Then he kissed the spot softly, as if in apology, even as Fleur trembled in pleasure over what he'd just done to her. Harry continued to cover her neck, shoulders and breasts with small kisses and sucks, trying to shower her with affection. His world became very small and focused, as he caressed, and kissed, every inch of the woman writhing below him, and pumped his cock within her exquisitely pleasurable depths.
By this point, Fleur was chanting Harry's name while whimpering in pleasure, and she was becoming more submissive than Harry had ever seen from her before.
It was working. He was doing it.
Fleur moaned, shook through several powerful orgasms, and squeezed her mate tightly with both of her thighs. The man was doing it, by the Goddesses he was doing it! "Oh Arriiee," Fleur whimpered out. "You're breaking me 'Arry... You're making me submit..." Fleur's pussy gushed all over her husband's cock then, during which time she seemed to lose her breath, leaving her mewling into her husband's ear like a small defenseless animal. Finally, when she did regain her breath again, she didn't waste it feeding her muscles. She chanted her mate's name again and called out his praises.
"'Arry, oh Arrriiieee! I am yours Arriiee, all yours FOREVER," Fleur gasped into Harry's ear, while blasting his neck with hot damp air.
Harry kissed Fleur's neck in return, and groaned out, "and I'm yours wife," as he continued pumping his cock balls-deep inside of her hot, wet, tightly squeezing, preternaturally pleasurable cunt, and felt her every sexy curve writhe up against his body.
And Harry wasn't lying… He was Fleur's. He was all hers... forever… And he could feel that his mate was overwhelmed by that fact via their connection in the bond. He also felt the moment the knowledge sent her over the edge yet again, careening into yet another cataclysmic orgasm that had her keening into the meat of his shoulder.
Harry continued to pump his cock down into his wife at a measured pace just like that for a seemingly endless amount of time (that was probably closer to twenty minutes), at which point Fleur suddenly seemed to lose all control over her body in the intensity of her pleasure and excitement.
Very suddenly and dramatically, the Veela yowled up at the ceiling like a barn animal, scratched ten pink lines into Harry's shoulders, and wrapped her limbs around his body with superhuman strength. And it was a good thing that she was holding onto him so tightly too, because if not for her vicelike grip, and the fact that she was squeezing every last inch of his cock within her infinitely soft pussy-meat, Harry might've been bucked right off of the woman by the violence of her orgasm.
Over the following thirty seconds, Fleur's actions were seemingly beyond her control, as her inner Veela took over, and she stared up at Harry's face through a lust-drunk pair of eerily glowing eyes…. But her eyes were the only part of her that was still... The woman's pussy was frantically pumped up and down the length of Harry's dick in a frenzy of ass, thigh and calf contractions, her breasts bounced and jiggled beautifully atop her rib-cage as her lower back and ass bounced up off the bed, her stomach muscles tensed up so tight that you could see a vague cock-bulge plunging deep within her tummy, and her toes curled against his back whenever they weren't kicked up into the air. Then, over time, as she very slowly came down from her most recent orgasmic high, her body dropped back down onto the bed and she gasped desperately for air.
Bottoming out deep inside of Fleur's pussy, Harry slowly grinded his cockhead against her abnormally possessive cervix, and he cupped her face with both of his hands. He wanted to give the woman a break, but he couldn't/wouldn't stop, as he was certain she understood…
Then, all of the sudden, Fleur's arms shot out, her right leg flexed, and she rolled Harry onto his back, leaving her mounted atop his body in cowgirl position.
As surprised as Harry was at his wife's sudden burst of energy, he didn't resist because he knew what was good for him... Sure enough, a single moment after his back hit warm, damp sheets, his face was covered by platinum hair and Fleur's lips were all over his mouth, cheeks, jaw and ear in a flurry of lips and tongue. The Veela was clearly trying her very hardest to show him her appreciation, while moving just as slowly as he had inside of her, but judging by her violently trembling legs and somewhat jerky movements, she was nowhere near as capable of holding back as he was. Then Harry felt a drop of warm wetness on his cheek, he saw that Fleur had tear tracks running down her face, and he pulled her close, offering her support.
For about half a minute, Fleur did manage to move her hips at a medium pace, pumping her heavenly little pussy up and down Harry's cock in a way that milked him from his base to his crown, but with every single drop of her hips, her movement speed increased… "'Arry," she finally whimpered, like a woman hanging from a cliff by just the fingers of one hand… "I… I can't anymore."
With an understanding nod, Harry rubbed his hand down the length of Fleur's back, sank both of his hands knuckles-deep within her asscheeks, and then forced her pussy down the length of his dick in a fast-paced, assertive movement.
And Fleur moaned long, low and throaty as she stopped restraining herself altogether, and started riding Harry's cock with a frantic variety of abandon. Placing two hands atop Harry's chest, Fleur whipped her pussy up and down Harry's cock in a blur of wetly squelching pussy, slapping thighs and clapping asscheeks.
Harry, in return, cupped both of Fleur's wildly bouncing breasts, channeled magic directly into her nipples, and directed it down into her core.
Fleur almost instantly twitched and trembled into yet another orgasm, moaning sexually charged words in a voice full of eroticism and magic. "ARRIIE, you 'aave broken MEEE, Ohhhh Gods, I need eeet, please fill me now, fill me, I love you, I want eet, I want your seed! I want your babies, I want to be your bitch!"
Very suddenly and just as undeniably, Harry was at his breaking point. Fleur's movements, her sexuality, her words, her voice, they were all too much for him, and anything at all was set to make him blow like a bottle of nitroglycerin.
Sensing the state of her mate's sex, Fleur instantly dropped her heavy, sweat-shined tit-meat, directly into his face, smothering him in a supernaturally flawless expanse of soft and silky cleavage. She pulled the man's face ear's deep within her bosom with all of her unnatural strength, she squeezed his cock within her deepest, hottest, most magically-gifted depths, and she felt the moment Harry's climax lit up his sex like a lightning strike.
"Oohhhh please 'Arry," Fleur purred into her mate's ear without ever pausing in her riding. "Let me 'aave eet, let me 'aave eet all een my womb. Let me empty your perfect, massive, powerful, beautiful balls, and carry your seed wizzin my womb. Let me go to sleep tonight with a womb full of your sperm."
Fleur gasped and trembled, and then continued to beg the man in a sexually charged little whine. "No amount of close to you ees ever close eenough, mon amour. Only eenside of me ees close enough. I love you 'Arry, I love you, you are my entire world Arriieeeee!" Fleur yell/moaned throatily as her mate's cock bucked like a shotgun deep inside her tummy, launching boiling semen directly against her womb. A red-hot mass of glue-thick sperm expanded deep inside of her, triggering yet another orgasm that left her humping the man like an animal in heat, her moans echoing throughout the room.
Fleur Delacour's pussy coaxed out and collected Harry's seed from his balls with unparalleled precision, squeezing his shaft from root to head so as not to miss even a single drop. It felt like his cockhead was being pulled and squeezed on by her soft inner flesh like warm, wet hungrily sucking kisses from all sides, as he released his cumload balls-deep inside of her cunt.
Once again, for God only knows what time over merely the last week, Harry Potter came harder and longer than he ever had in his whole entire life... and it only very slowly petered to an end.
Fleur gasped and moaned the entire time her mate released inside of her, and she purred heated words directly into his ear. "Oh zank ze Gods Arriie, zank you for giving me what I neeeed!"
Even when Harry was nearly finished cumming, his mate wasn't done gyrating upon his cock. She just slowed down to a crawl and clenched herself tighter all around his shaft. It was obvious that she wouldn't risk missing any potential cum still miraculously remaining inside of his cock. In a moment that was simultaneously well-practiced and decadent in the extreme, Harry felt his shaft being massaged empty by Fleur's unnaturally well-coordinated pussy-muscles. He gasped in pleasure overload and shook all over, as his hands sank even deeper within Fleur's asscheeks.
Then, finally, there was nothing left for Harry to give, because he'd been well and truly emptied, Fleur's riding motions slowly came to a stop, and a deep, throaty sigh slid free from her slightly parted lips.
Harry shivered merely at the sound of it…
It sounded like Fleur had achieved her every worldly desire.
With bodies steaming in the cool air of the carriage bedroom, Harry and Fleur collapsed together, both too exhausted to move a single inch. Harry was still inside of Fleur, but for the very first time since they'd started having sex a week earlier, her pussy was at rest, and his body was relaxing down into the bed. They couldn't/wouldn't separate, so they just kissed whatever patch of each other they had in front of them. They lay there a trembling, sweaty mess, both unwilling to move on from the moment. Both of them were completely out of breath, and couldn't have moved even if they'd wanted to.
Harry just barely had it in him to cocoon his wife tightly against his chest while rubbing her back, because she was in tears again and was clearly in the thick of it. She was also whispering his name over and over again, so he knew exactly what she needed most. He began projecting love into her through the bond because she was radiating extreme vulnerability at the moment as well as a need for physical intimacy.
Of course, Harry hadn't known that his efforts were going to be so life-altering for his wife… but he knew that it was, because of the intensity of her reaction… Fleur was reacting even stronger right now than she did when he played Claire De Lune for her on Halloween.
Twenty Minutes later, Harry and Fleur were both dozing lightly and holding onto each other tightly. Harry was still running his right hand up and down Fleur's back while combing his left hand through her hair. He'd Accio'd a sheet over the two of them, covering them in a messy tangle of limbs.
"You made love to me, 'Arry," Fleur suddenly whispered directly into Harry's chest... "You made love to a Veela," she continued, while blasting Harry with devotion so thick she could feel him losing his ability to breathe. She understood exactly how he felt. He made her feel that way on a daily basis. She nuzzled into his chest some more before she finally continued speaking.
"'Arry… It's a well-known fact that it's physically impossible to have slow, loving sex with a Veela," Fleur explained with moisture in her eyes again… "There is a profoundly strong, impossible to defy, biological/magical imperative that doesn't allow for it. Our bodies crave your end, and do not make allowances for intimacy of that variety. The two of us should be especially affected by this phenomena because of the way our bodies have changed for each other. It should be impossible to slow down at all, once you enter me... and yet you did this for me... You, you allowed me to experience something I grew up knowing I wouldn't… ever… have."
Fleur sniffed and rubbed her newly damp cheek on Harry's chest, squeezing him tightly. "You gave me this impossible… impossibly beautiful gift. This was bigger than anything you could've given me... It was the most... For me... You are truly... I don't know how..."
Fleur was forced to try again, having lost her words. "You are so special, 'Arry... that no word suffices... no amount of…" Finally, Fleur gave up altogether, and just began crying onto her husband's chest again, as he wrapped her up in his arms.
Harry kissed Fleur's hair and softly ran his hands along her back, as his lover slowly calmed down from her overwhelming emotions. "I'm yours, Fleur… If there's something you need from me, then I'll find a way to give it to you."
Fleur was currently beyond words, so she continuously kissed her husband's chest until they both dropped off to sleep.
Return to the normal story, exactly where you left it.
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