I don't own anything related to the Harry Potter franchise
Everyone depicted in this story is at least eighteen years old
The Story So far…
Harry Potter, Victor Krum, and a professional racer by the name of Ambrose Kinchley flew a race around a real professional circuit, during which time Krum cheated, knocked Ambrose off his broom, and Harry saved his life.
Now it appears Harry's bonded mate, Fleur Delacour, desires his attention ASAP, and the two of them are sneaking off to the Room of Requirements.
As Harry and Fleur quickly walked towards the RoR, they barely tolerated the consistent stops that they were being forced to make in order to thank Harry's female well-wishers in the halls. Harry dutifully smiled and nodded as per usual, but it was becoming harder the longer it took to break away, which is why they were both Disillusioned by the time they arrived at their destination.
Of course, by the time they entered the RoR and banished the door from existence, Harry was once again wrapped up by Fleur, as she delivered a kiss to his lips that stole his breath, and left the two of them panting into each other's mouths. Harry's wife was riled up in the extreme, and that much was obvious.
Looking around the living room setting of the RoR, Fleur's eyes seemed to shine with sudden inspiration. Then, all of the sudden, they were standing in the middle of the Great Hall, with all of their friends and school peers sitting at the tables all around them.
"Take a seat," Fleur demanded, while sensually smiling at her mate.
Instantly and enthusiastically, Harry obeyed his wife, since he had enough common sense to know when the Veela had a plan of some kind, and he was happy to find out what it was the good old fashioned way. Looking around, he took in all of the facsimiles of his friends, who were eating quietly as if they had a lot on their minds, and he was impressed by just how lifelike they were…
But that's when Harry felt it, and he looked down between his legs.
Fleur Delacour was on her knees between his thighs, where she was staring up into his eyes.
While smiling adoringly up at her husband's lust hooded eyes, Fleur licked her lips seductively, and began speaking to him directly through the bond…. "Zis ees ze risk you take every time you do zose zings zat make me so very oot for you, 'Arry. Zis ees ze price you may someday pay for turning me on to ze point I lose control… You out-flew a professional racer and ze world's most famous seeker today, mon amour. You were sooooo sexy and 'eroic, and I was so wet for you by ze time eet was done… But zen, of course I was… as my Veela genetics began demanding zat my womb be full of your seed. My body ees aware zat you are ze best, most powerful, most superior mate, and eet demands zat you eempregnate me as soon as physically possible… Now, I want you to seriously zink about ze situation you 'aave created, mon amour. you are eating wiz your friends, and I am sitting nearby, but zen I'm just... gone. Zat ees ze moment you feel something weird... You look down between your knees and are stunned to find me crouching between your legs and pulling down your fly."
Acting out her words, Fleur suddenly pulled down the fly of Harry's jeans and then looked up at him again. "Now you are een a panic because all of your friends are right zere talking to you. Fred and George are telling a joke to a laughing Neville. Bella ees listening to Angelina tell 'er a 'Arry Potter story. Selene, Alicia and Katie are talking Muggle music, only 'alf a meter away from you, and 'Ermione ees reading a book at your side…. And een front of all zese people, you feel me reach eenside your pants to pull out your perfect, 'eavy cock. You watch, as I wrap my leetle aands around your massive veiny dick, and start to milk you towards my 'ungry little mouth."
Keeping pace with her story, Fleur drew Harry's dick out of his pants, and began running her tightly fisted hands up and down his length, milking precum from his tip. She stared at his cock for several seconds in a row, before returning her eyes up to Harry's and empathically continuing her monolog. "Soon enough, I begin kissing your dick-ead een perversely romantic ways, with plenty of tongue, an open mouth, and my breath blasting wet, 'oot, 'eat onto your dick-'ead. I passionately love your crown, swirling my tongue around your tip een tight, 'ard, eentimate circles. You 'aave long seence become rock 'ard for me, despite your fear zat your friends will see…"
Along with her words, Fleur wrapped her impossibly perfect and pretty little mouth around the crown of Harry's cock and sucked as hard as she possibly could, recreating her scenario with lips and twining tongue.
And all the while, her sexually charged thoughts flowed through Harry's mind…
"I am a woman starved for you, 'Arry, and you can see as much een ze way I wiggle my stretched wide lips down the length of your dick, and since I never look away from your face, you can see the emotions burning een my eyes… You can see zat I want to 'aave my nose buried in your crotch. Zat I love ze smell of your balls and want to 'aave a deep eenhale of zem while I swallow on your sex. Zat I want to suffocate myself on your seed, taste eet, swallow eet, and 'aave eet eenside of me all damned day. Zat my dignified demeanor aas been completely shattered, I 'aave broken down mid-meal and 'aave become a Veela out of control. Zat I no longer care about ze masses seeing me as a lady een ze face of my overwhelming lust, and am prepared to be taken een front of ze whole entire school like a completely debased slut. Zat I am nozzing but a breeding animal now, craving nozzing but your sperm eenside of my body…"
And then when Fleur finished driving Harry half insane with lust, she finally did it... She shoved her mouth forward, taking two thirds of his cock into her impossibly pleasurable throat, all in one long and aggressive movement.
When a loud groan slipped out of his mouth, Harry quickly scanned the illusory Great Hall, and he couldn't help the flush that grew along his cheeks. In his defense, the facsimiles of his friends really were extremely well made, because they reacted to his groan with either arched eyebrows or confused expressions upon their faces.
And yet, when Harry curled forward over his food, what he was really looking down at was Fleur….
The graceful, poised, stunningly beautiful and genteel French blonde woman, was shoving her silky-soft little mouth down the length of his cock like a woman possessed, driving Harry closer to cumming with every wet and messy glucking pump of her ultra-possessive throat. Then, abruptly, she pulled back, French kissing his dickhead in a flurry of fast paced tongue movements, before shoving his shaft even further down her throat than before and rapidly swallowing on his meat.
At which point, Harry was forced to hold his breath to remain quiet, as his wife's esophageal muscles tightened around his dick and pulled upon his head, as if the Veela was trying to draw the cum from his balls through mere vacuum suction.
Slowly, subtly, Harry's hands lowered below the table, where they curled around both sides of his wife's head, and combed through her impossibly soft and silky hair. Fleur, in turn, didn't seem to need to blink anymore, as her hands rose from her knees and softly rubbed up his thighs. Soon, both of the woman's hands were kneading his balls, vulgar slurping noises were emanating from her obscenely stretched out little mouth, and she finally managed to fully deepthroat his cock, before smooching his pelvis and visibly huffing his scent.
But then Fleur quickly pulled away again, sharply popping her mouth off of Harry's cockhead, before slurping it into her mouth again, sucking hard upon his glans, and then repeating the effort, over and over and over again…
In the end, despite the overwhelming intensity of the Veela's deepthroating game, it was Fleur's unnaturally skillful tongue that finished Harry off, as it was a blur of motion upon his crown and tip when his balls suddenly tensed up hard against his shaft, and he froze like a statue in his seat as he struggled not to moan… Then he started cumming in earnest, he flooded his wife's gullet with thick and sticky seed, and Fleur quietly but whorishly moaned as she once again shoved huge amounts of his shaft even further down her throat…
The Veela went out of her way to make sure that her mate fed his first cumload almost directly into her stomach. Then, when she succeeded, she pulled back again and started licking his cockhead as he creamed her little maw. Having found a rhythm, Fleur began to alternate cumloads in her mouth and down her throat, licking and sucking on his head one moment, and swallowing his entire dick the next.
After seemingly forever and over twenty thick loads of semen deposited into Fleur's needy little mouth, Harry had no cum left to give and his thighs were shaking in oversensitivity. But even then, as his climax came to an end, his shaft only grew harder, almost painfully so, and Harry knew exactly why. He could feel his wife actively manipulating his healing magic to rapidly refill his balls, he could feel his testicles going into overdrive, and he could actually see them lurching between his thighs as they churned out yet more life-making fluid.
With her mouth still affixed around the base of Harry's shaft, Fleur purred in appreciation as she slowly started to pull away, squeezing his length with her vacuum sealed lips and tightly fisted hands from his base all the way to his head. It was only when she'd wrung every last trace of seed from his cumvein that Fleur's mouth explosively popped off of his dick-head, and she whorishly licked her lips.
"Holy Goddesses…" Harry stared down at Fleur in stunned silent amazement, as she idly licked his crown with a flat tongue as if it was a lollipop. She in turn, stared up at him in approval as she lightly slapped his shaft against her cheek.
"Oh, 'Arriiee you wonderful, beautiful man. Zank you for geeving me what I needed so badly," Fleur empathically purred, while kissing and breathing hot air on the side of his still twitching crown. "We both know zat I am not done wiz you yet zough, mon amour. I 'aave become a needy leetle slut for you, and I need you to plug my leaking, 'ungry, leetle pussy. I crave your fat cock badly, 'Arry. I need your potent cum een my womb…"
Fleur whined her words in a needy little voice that had Harry's dick twitching violently in her hands.
All of the sudden and without any warning, Fleur threw something over Harry's head and he briefly looked around in surprise before recognizing what he was covered in and grinning down at his wife. Now covered by her husband's invisibility cloak, Fleur slowly rose up between his legs, her body completely naked, save for a pair of royal blue, thigh high stockings on both of her legs.
Following suit, Harry pointed his own wand at himself and instantly his clothes were folded neatly under the table.
All around the table, the facsimile Gryffindors looked around for Harry in confusion, before realistically shaking their heads, rolling their eyes, and returning to their meals.
At exactly the same time, Fleur straddled Harry's thighs in the chair, she rocked and undulated her astonishingly sexy hips down into his lap, and she felt the bridge of his dick twitch against her pussylips, and then up between her buttcheeks. In the bond, she could feel the man burning for her, and the knowledge made her weak…
Fleur Delacour was so impossibly smooth, her big, beautiful breasts were so incredibly soft, her nipples were so hard where they dragged against his skin, and the way that she was biting her bottom lip as she pawed and groped at his body was enough to make Harry drip precum all over the floor…
There could be no doubt about it. Fleur definitely wasn't the only one that was out of control.
After leaning his body forward to press Fleur's back down atop the table in front of him, Harry started rubbing the crown of his cock just within the woman's piping hot, wet, pink and puffy little pussy-lips, with both of his hands curled knuckles deep within the springy flesh of her breasts, and her nipples trapped between his index and middle fingers. At exactly the same time, Harry started releasing currents of magical power from within his hands to course through her nipples and titmeat, down her stomach and thighs, and directly into her clit, because the game was to get Fleur moaning, and he intended to succeed.
Soon enough, Fleur was bodily trembling in a state of nearly mad over-excitement, and Harry hadn't even penetrated her pussy yet.
Leaning forward, Harry began to nibble gently on his wife's earlobe as he slowly, ever so slowly, squeezed his wrist-thick throbbing dick beyond her elastic-tight pussy-lips, sinking himself inside of her with a sigh of intense relief.
But the intensity of Fleur's reaction was surprising to Harry even with an empathic bond feeding him her mental state… With his cock buried a little less than halfway inside of her body, the Veela's pussy suddenly tightened up like a vice and gushed femcum all over his balls, her sexy little mouth dropped open into an "O", her tits bounced and jiggled as she shook like a leaf, and the empathic squeals that she released were so loud, they deafened Harry despite not being a physical force. For a single moment in time, Harry froze in place, the first half of his cock getting massaged within his wife's wildly rioting sex, at which point he pounded the rest of his dick into the woman's soft and sucking core with an ultra-possessive growl, and he curled his hands around her cheeks to stare down into her eyes.
"Mine," Harry whispered, his eyes locked on Fleur, his precum leaking cockhead pressed flush against her womb.
"Yes," Fleur squeaked in return, her feet curling around her mate's lower back, her hands pawing at his ribs.
"My mate," Harry quietly growled, while slowly withdrawing his cockhead through one layer of clenching cuntmeat after another.
"Yesss," Fleur slurred back, her eyes wet and swimming as her orgasm went on and on….
"My needy little babymaker," Harry breathed out directly into his Veela's ear, his flared-out crown tugging at the inside of Fleur's desperately squeezing cunt-lips.
"Gawwwds yesss," Fleur whimpered, her violently shaking hands pulling at Harry's lower back, her calves tightening like iron bands behind his ass.
With enough force to crack his testicles down against Fleur's upraised asscheeks, Harry abruptly bottomed out within Fleur's preternaturally pleasurable pussy again, and then he just kept going, pounding his cock down into his woman as hard as he could, heedless of the fact that the table was shaking and its occupants were pushing away from its surface with looks of alarm on their faces. He fucked the woman hard through the remainder of her orgasm, prolonging it with his cock, his magic, and all of the cues that he could read from within the woman's mind. Then, when Fleur's wet and messy climax finally came to an end and she was gasping for breath with a bright red face, he banished all of the plates and cutlery off of the table in front of them, he rolled back atop the table so that his wife was rooted on his cock cowgirl style, and he stared up into her eyes with a meaningful expression upon his face.
Harry hadn't cum yet… on purpose. If Fleur wanted his seed, then she'd have to work for it… and she'd have to make it good…
And when Fleur saw the challenge reflected in her husband's expression, a sexually charged grin bloomed across her face, her allure exploded all throughout the room before curling inwards to cocoon around her mate, her eyes started to burn a luminous blue in the dim lighting, and an inhuman variety of purely supernatural sensuality amplified the flawless curves of her body until they were somehow more without ever changing in the slightest.
Then Fleur undulated her hips in Harry's lap, squelching her impossibly tight and clinging cunt up and down his length with impeccable technique, she moaned in a way that had his balls bucking between his legs, and she cast aside the invisibility cloak with an evil little laugh.
Gasp!
All around the simulated Great Hall, student aged magicals reeled in shock before gawking, staring, and reacting as they may. Surprise, anger, outrage, and embarrassment was common, but so was heartbreak, jealousy, and… completely helpless lust.
A cocktail of emotions swirled around the Hall, as a completely ecstatic Fleur leaned back atop Harry's thighs, her mind-breakingly gorgeous breasts bounced atop her ribcage to point proudly up towards the ceiling, her head hung languidly behind her shoulders, her long platinum hair floated lazily down her slim and sensual back, and her hands lovingly rubbed atop the vague cock bump that disappeared behind her cute little navel.
Fleur Delacour's deepest, most fertile depths were impaled upon Harry Potter's wrist-thick and veiny dick, and she was visibly, unashamedly reaching Nirvana with her man's cockhead boring deep into her womb. A look of sexual rapture that came to an abrupt end, when Fleur's eyes snapped open again, she leaned forward to press her hands down into her lover's muscular chest, and she stared into his eyes with a wild intensity burning in her own bright blue orbs.
"Hoo do you belong to, 'Arry," Fleur loudly asked, as she started squelching her impossibly perfect and tight little cunt up and down the length of her husband's cock, slapping and clapping her astoundingly sexy ass down against his thighs.
"Yours, I'm yours," Harry gasped, his hands curling possessively around Fleur's mouth-watering thighs.
"You're my mate," Fleur panted out, loud enough that her words echoed off the walls.
"Yes," Harry groaned, his cock throbbing and bucking in response to his wife's flawless sex and the supernatural seduction of her rapidly bouncing body.
"Only I get to 'aave you… to take your sex wizzin me, to carry your babies," Fleur all but yelled out, her words aggressive, possessive and cruel to those women staring from the sidelines.
"Only you," Harry haltingly groaned out, his rapidly pumping thighs driving his cock up to meet Fleur's every downwards hump.
"Zen cum for me, mon amour," Fleur moaned out, as she leaned forward to pancake her bouncing breasts down into Harry's chest, began peppering kisses onto his lips, cheek and jaw, and redoubled the speed she gyrated her increasingly irresistible little pussy up and down his shaft. "Show zese people 'ow ze men of ze Potter family seed zeir women, 'Arry. Show your classmates just hoo eet ees zat drains your big, fat, beautiful balls every - seengle - night!…"
While the simulation wasn't real, Fleur's feelings on the matter most certainly were, and the possessive way that the woman was milking his cock deep within her magically supercharged and hyperactive little cunt while flaunting her ownership to the lightning bolts, had Harry's balls tensing up hard against his shaft. It was so fucking adorable, it was so fucking sexy, it had Harry catching the woman's face in order to kiss her hard upon the lips even as her outrageous curves slipped and slid against his own, and his balls cracked hard against the globes of her ass.
Then Harry could no longer deny the electrical sensation of overwhelming pleasure that was growing within his cock, he saw Fleur straighten atop his lap with a manic cast to her glowing eyes, and he saw a wand in her hand pointed down towards her belly. With a subvocal charm, select areas of Fleur's tummy became completely transparent, allowing all of the onlookers to see Harry's cock expand to nearly one-third more its usual thickness balls-deep inside of her, before releasing a vast, pearly white, ballooning mass of boiling semen directly against the woman's cervix, where it flushed into her womb and began flooding it full.
"Mine, all mine, my mate, my seed, my babies," Fleur scream/moaned to all the women in the room even as she twitched like an addict in a high, rooted her hips down against Harry's lap, curled her legs in underneath his thighs… and laughed as Harry rolled her onto her back. All of the sudden, Harry had Fleur's calves resting atop his shoulders, he was folding her in half to fuck his cum-spilling cock down into her climaxing cunt from above, and he was bearing down upon her body in a way that trapped her feet up near her head.
In the end Harry Potter mate-pressed Fleur Delacour's unnaturally flexible body down into the table, pumping load after powerful load down past the sucking seal of her pussy-lips in a way that created audible glug-glugging noises for everyone to hear… and caused Fleur to whimper through her newest orgasm in a surprisingly submissive fashion… Now that the Veela was finally being seeded, she wasn't concerned with torturing Harry's fans, but rather, she stared adoringly up at her mate until his lips dropped to meet hers.
Harry and Fleur kissed in a romantic fashion with the woman folded in half so that the tops of her feet were flattened against the table next to her head and her ass drawn up into the air, and the whole entire time, the wet squelching, slurping sounds leaking from the Veela's pussy revealed that Harry was nowhere near done inseminating his woman.
A full minute later, when Harry finally stopped swelling his wife's womb with rope after rope of cum, he rolled aside to lay beside her visibly steaming body, the simulated Great Hall dropped away, along with all of its completely scandalized occupants, and a clean and fluffy bed replaced the Gryffindor table.
"We really are unnaturally possessive," Harry haltingly panted out as his breathing slowly regulated.
Fleur merely nodded with a beatific smile upon her angelic little face, as, yes, they most certainly were… and she saw absolutely no reason to change anything at all…
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