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All of the characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
The story up until now…
Harry and Fleur are a soul-bonded mated pair, and yet they're competitors in the Triwizard Tournament. Thankfully, they appear to be getting along just fine by focusing on doing their best while supporting each other.
Yesterday marked the first Mini-Task of the tournament, and while the event was supposed to be a structured test of a wizard's magical repertoire, for one Harry James Potter, the event became extraordinarily dangerous.
In the wake of the event, Fleur snuck Harry into the carriage where they spent the night… celebrating.
This scene begins the following morning…
In the seconds following Harry's return to consciousness, a big fat smile grew across his face… but you wouldn't know it… Once again, the lower half of his face was completely covered by silvery blonde hair, but since his airway was clear of it and it smelled like sun-kissed heaven, it was a great day to be alive. The hair's owner, Fleur, was laying atop his body like a blanket, her cheek was nuzzling down into his chest, and all was right with the world…
But then, as Harry shifted in place, he came to realize that something felt a little bit different this morning, and his eyes widened in response.
Harry felt something tight and coiling around his…
Holy Gods.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Harry started hearing the murmur of quiet thoughts within the bond, and sure enough, Fleur joined him in consciousness just a few seconds later. It also didn't take her long to realize the state they were currently in, at which point he could feel both her shock and growing amusement through the bond.
"'Arry... We some-'ow... fell asleep... wiz you still eenside of me..." Fleur's tone contained large amounts of wonder laced with lower levels of disbelief. "I must be ze most sexually satisfied Veela een ze 'iistory of ze world for zis to be possible… Oh Gods, 'Aiirriiee…"
Fleur twitched as her mate quickly swelled to full mast inside of her, but then she returned fire. She kissed and licked her husband's neck, pushed herself up until she was straddling his waist, and then smiled down at her man like an angel. "Oh you are too kind, 'Arry. Of course zis ees 'ow I would like to be awoken..."
Over the next ten seconds, and without her mate ever slipping out of her possessively squeezing pussy, Fleur slowly turned around to present a completely devastating view of her big, beautiful bubble-butt in reverse-cowgirl. Then she let her hands drop to Harry's balls, where she started rubbing, cupping, kneading and massaging them. "'Arry... you wonderful man," she breathed out, as she started gyrating her increasingly soaked pussy around the base of his thick and meaty shaft. "Let me take care of you, let me spoil you, 'Arry, my 'Arry, mon amour," she purred, as she quickly picked up speed.
For about two minute's time, Harry's hands trailed Fleur's waist, ass and thighs, as he just stared in wonder at his mate and her skills. His wife was mesmerizing to him, and he was already having to hold back his climax because that's just the way she worked.
It was quickly becoming apparent that his wife had no desire to have slow, meaningful sex this morning. Fleur Delacour wanted to fuck, and that's what she was going to do. She humped down against him as hard as she could, riding his dick in a frenzy, while impaling herself to the hilt with every single downward hump of her thighs. Her butt was bouncing off of his abdominal muscles and thighs with all of the wonderful little ripples that perfect asses have when they're impacting against flesh, and while she'd started holding onto one of his knees for stability, the other hand was still massaging both of his balls.
"Love you, 'Arry, Gods, love you so much, 'Arry," Fleur gasped out, before releasing a long, husky moan and shaking in his lap. As if on cue, she started spilling pussy juices all over her husband's balls, while her core muscles clenched and tightened around his dense and heavy dick. In her climax, her body was going into overdrive, wringing her mate into her hottest, tightest depths with increasingly insistent pressure. "Feel zat 'Arry? My pussy ees yours, my body ees yours…"
While trembling in nearly all consuming pleasure, Harry suddenly understood his wife's not so subtle intentions. Fleur was trying to service him by bringing him to climax in record time… which, of course, Harry wouldn't allow to happen. With that much in mind, he decided it was time to take part in this more than wonderful moment, so he quickly leaned forward and tucked in his legs. After successfully pushing Fleur forward onto all fours, Harry started fucking her in doggystyle without ever having to pull out of her. With no loss in either speed or ferocity, he started thrusting himself balls deep into his mate, pulling on the flesh of her tiny waist above her flared-out hips as hard as he possibly could. "Let me show you how much you mean to me," he growled into his wife's ear, as he started trying to punch his dickhead directly into her womb.
Fleur never stopped fondling Harry's balls even as she was pushed forward and taken from behind like an animal. She was committed to massaging out record amounts of her man's seed, so only one arm stopped her from falling face first into the mattress. It became harder and harder to keep her face clear of the sheets as she was fucked into the bed relentlessly from behind and her strength threatened to give out on her. She'd only desired to pleasure her mate and feel him reach his climax inside of her, but now he'd decided to foil her selfless plan... Harry was so good to her, and ooooh Gods he was filling her soo completely! His hands were magic and his body... Oh Goddesses!
Lovingly, Harry ran his hands along Fleur's waist and lower back, before slapping her more than perfect ass cheeks back and forth and fucking her extra hard. Alternatively, he worshiped his wife's body and then treated it like it was only there for his convenience… and he did so for a reason… With Fleur, it was always about the contradictions. She wanted to be loved and worshipped... and fucked hard like a whore into a sweat and cum covered mess on the sheets.
Gods help him, Harry wanted to do both of those things for his mate simultaneously, so it was always tough to strike a balance.
Reaching under Fleur's body, Harry gently rubbed at her smooth, heavy breasts, worshiping her curves as if they were made of porcelain. Then he switched gears again without any warning, pinching a nipple with just the right force to make her pussy tighten up around his dick. Then, when he felt Fleur's pussy shudder and shake and release femcum on his balls, he growled in intense satisfaction.
"That's right! Take it," Harry grunted out, as he mercilessly continued to pump his cock right through Fleur's newest orgasm, directly into another one. "Take my dick and understand. I'll be filling you to the brim every damn day from here on out… You're my cocksleeve, Fleur, and I'm going to make excellent use of you."
In response to Harry's words and the rough treatment that came with them, Fleur released a long and guttural moan, her arm finally lost all of its strength, and her face was mashed down into the mattress where she started biting on a nearby pillow.
For a little over half a minute, Harry allowed his wife's face to be pushed into the mattress by his deep-dicking thrusts, with her ass hoisted into the air within his white knuckled grip. He treated the Veela as if she was just a faceless, slutty, hole to fill, an ass to slap, a pair of tits to squeeze, and nothing more. Then Harry changed tack again by grabbing his mate's limp arms and pulling them tight behind her back… Fleur's face was no longer bouncing off the mattress, but instead it was hanging limply near her breasts as she was yanked up and down his dick. The woman was perfectly in character, with her mouth hanging open, her tongue lolling out, her eyes glazed over, and her breasts bouncing against her face as she was tugged upon his dick. The Veela was submissive and powerless and happily cumming her fucking brains out...
Without any warning, Harry pulled Fleur's back up and flush to his chest, wrapped an arm around her ribs, and started rubbing her belly in an intimate fashion. He changed gears on a dime. He worshiped his mate. He grinded his cock balls-deep inside of her pussy in smaller, slower, much more sensual movements. He kissed the back of his wife's neck and shoulders, while murmuring love and devotion into her ears. For several long moments, he made love to his wife, with actions, with words, with his feelings in the bond... "I love you Fleur. You're a Goddess. You mean everything to me. I'm so proud of you, so proud to be with you, so happy to be yours…"
As Harry continued to slow-fuck his long, thick, and veiny dick up into Fleur's ultra-needy core while breathing love into her ears, her thighs began trembling and twitching and jerking in his lap, and he knew instinctually that now was the time. All of the sudden, he snaked one of his hands up and around one of Fleur's gravity defying breasts, squeezed it until his fingers disappeared within her generous titflesh, and he stifled her moan of surprise with his other hand cupped around her mouth. Speeding up his thrusts again, Harry started lifting Fleur up and down the length of his dick like a sex toy, her legs bouncing uselessly at their sides as the woman shivered, shuddered and shook.
"That's right," he whisper/growled directly into Fleur's ear. "I'm yours, body and soul, but you're also mine forever… Your body's my fuck toy and your womb exists to take my seed… I'll be stuffing you so full of my cum from now on, even your magically perfect pussy will leak whenever you walk…"
As if in protest to her mate's words, Fleur's pussy instantly started squeezing his cock even tighter than before, causing her to squeal her pleasure and excitement, and frantically grope at his upper-thighs and ass.
Running two fingers against his wife's adorable little clit, Harry began channeling magic directly into the nerve cluster within, causing the woman to shiver from head to toe and release femcum down his balls. With a feral smile on his face, Harry channeled even more magic both through Fleur's clit and from her breasts down throughout her body. He made his magic circulate through every damn nerve cluster on the way to Fleur's core, until she was moaning and yelping as if she'd lost control of her vocal chords, and it started getting harder to pull his dick out of her depths.
"Your unnaturally flawless cunt is just proving my point by sucking on me like this," Harry whispered directly into his wife's ear. "You're slutty little hole's clearly determined to drain the cum from my balls, but since I'm getting better at resisting your charms, I'll do so at MY convenience…"
To prove his point, Harry forced himself to lift Fleur's pussy almost completely off his dick, before dropping her back down again with a loud and slippery squelch. Over and over again, he withdrew his dick to the point that his crown almost popped free from Fleur's desperately squeezing pussylips, before slamming it home like a battering ram...
And it was working…
"'Arrriiee," Fleur finally gasped out, while struggling for air. "I am undone by you, 'Arry… Your 'aands, your body, your perfect cock are breaking me 'ARRIE! PLEASE I NEED EET EENSIDE MEE! You are right, 'Arry… you are EXACTLY RIGHT! Oh Gods, Oh Goddesses 'ARRIE BREED ME, BREED ME, I AM YOURS!
With balls that were tensing up tightly against a dramatically bucking shaft, Harry knew that he didn't have much stamina left, which meant it was time to use his words… "I'm going to pump my seed deep in your womb now, wife, and you're going to take it because you... are... my... bitch. Someday I'll breed you, and make you the mother of my children... You'll have a belly full of mine and you'll love it, Fleur... Be prepared."
After kissing Fleur's temple in parting, Harry began channeling enormous amounts of magic throughout her whole entire body, as he started rutting up into her pussy as hard as he possibly could, and they both knew that he wasn't holding back his climax in the slightest.
"Oh Gods, Oh Goddesses, Oh Gods ARRIE Please, please do eeet! I want eeet, 'Arry, I want you to fill me wiz your CUM!" After violently trembling through a devastating climax, Fleur completely collapsed, and was roughly hauled back to Harry's chest again. "ZAT'S RIGHT! TREAT ME LIKE ZE 'ORNY BITCH I 'AAVE BECOME FOR YOUUUU!"
Fleur began screaming at the top of her lungs as she exploded into the peak strength orgasm that Harry had been waiting for.
Thank the Gods.
It was basically a miracle that he'd held out for this long, so Harry followed his wife into orgasm less than half a second later. He hilted his dick balls-deep where she needed it, and he unleashed a quite frankly ridiculous, heaping helping of boiling cum into her belly. He went so far as to magically increase the amount of cum, both in volume and thickness, to really make a mess of his mate's hungry little womb. He grinded his cockhead against her cervix, in small, tight pumps, crushing his crown against her core as hard as he could, over and over again, driving himself inside of her with every rope of seed that he released.
At this point, Fleur was shaking as if they were in an earthquake, and she didn't have the air to scream anymore. She just gaped like a fish out of water and crushed her mate's cock with her orgasming cunt. Again and again, she experienced contractions so powerful, her pussy tugged her down her mate's shaft with a mind of its own. Not to be left out, she tried to hump her ass back against her man's thighs, but her legs were trembling too hard for that to happen. Instead, she was being held down around the base of Harry's cock without the slightest amount of say in the matter, as a hot and heavy liquid mass of genetic material was pumped up into her womb….
And in a moment of kink driven excitement, Fleur's orgasm redoubled once again at just the thought of being bred by her mate, and she tightened up her pussy even more because it was something she could do. Unbeknownst to her, she was also moaning out an ongoing dialogue of desperately filthy words, as she begged the man to use, abuse, breed and seed her... She cried out, she choked, she squealed long and loud, in between load after load of piping hot cum.
After almost forty seconds of solid cumming, Harry's balls were finally emptied inside of Fleur's core, but his shaft and head were still spasming and throbbing deep behind her belly-button. Fleur used the last of her strength to squeeze her vibrating, trembling pussy, down around his shaft, milking him as hard as she could. She relentlessly squeezed his shaft from base to crown with her core muscles, just in case his balls had a little more to offer.
One thing was for certain. Fleur Delacour would never miss even a drop of her mate's cum if she had her way about it...
When Harry was finally completely spent inside of his wife, he immediately lost all the strength remaining in his violently shaking limbs… which was fine and suited his purposes perfectly… Collapsing forward onto the bed, Harry made sure that his body pressed Fleur down into the sweat and cum-stained mattress, and he also made sure his cock remained hilted within her incredibly creamy cunt. As per his plan, he allowed himself to lay heavily across the length of Fleur's back for several exhausted moments, letting the Veela feel his body holding her captive, keeping her still as his seed soaked her womb….
It took several minutes to happen, but over time, Harry felt his wife's violent trembling come to an end and her breathing slowly returned to baseline normal.
Now that Harry wasn't assuming the role of an amoral user, it was time to flip the script. Rolling onto his side, he gently pulled Fleur along with him so that his cock wouldn't slip free from her pussy... Lately, he'd realized, if he made Fleur cum often enough, quickly enough, her pussy stopped milking him after the fact, and for a time, they could remain connected like this… and since this time was no exception, Harry took this opportunity to spoon Fleur from behind while tenderly rubbing her completely cockstuffed tummy.
It didn't take long for Harry's efforts to be rewarded.
Releasing a languid and contented sigh, Fleur grabbed up one of her husband's arms, hugging it tightly between her breasts.
In return, Harry squeezed his lover even closer, kissed the top of her head, and Accio'd some sheets to cocoon around their bodies.
"Love you, 'Arry," Fleur whimpered while wiggling back into his body. "I may 'aave just broken ze sound proofing spells on my room... You are a male Veela, I'm sure of eet…"
"I'm cheating," Harry quietly replied into his lover's ear. "I can feel your innermost desires through our bond, which allows me access to your kinks and fantasies. I want to realize all of these scenarios with you, love."
Fleur had finally gathered enough strength to move, so she slowly turned around. They both heard a wet pop as Harry's sex finally slid out of her pussy, and they smiled at each other because once again... they'd made an enormous mess. Pretty much the entire bed was soaked with a mixture of sweat, cum and Fleur's pussy juices, but for the moment neither one of them seemed to mind.
Pushing Harry onto his back, Fleur found her place atop his body with her face buried in his chest. "You are every-zing I ever dreamed of een a man, and several zings I never even eemagined were possible, mon amour. I no longer 'aave any desire to leave zis bed. We 'aave earned eet, 'Arry, so let me cuddle wiz you…"
As she'd said all of that, Fleur made sure she was looking up at Harry from his chest, speaking accented English and pouting, all at exactly the same time.
"Oh wow, I'm completely powerless against that..." Harry was completely blown away and paralyzed by Fleur's current tone, actions and overwhelming cuteness… Collapsing back into the pillows, Harry beamed a smile down at Fleur's extremely happy form. "Okay. It's official. We aren't going anywhere until lunch. If we must eat, then we'll call Dobby."
"I zought so," Fleur declared in obvious satisfaction. "Later we will use ze bathtub togezzer again, and I shall show you eets spa function."
And with that, it was decided. A lazy Sunday morning spent together and in bed was exactly what the Healer ordered.
Return to Chapter 23 exactly where you left it…
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