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 so far…
Harry and Fleur just spent another Hogsmeade weekend together, during which time they toured his various properties, spent time with their friends, and then Harry invented a new form of magical communication device that works like a cell-phone and wears like an earring.
Now Harry and Fleur are alone, the sun has set, they've both reached the limits of their self-control, and Harry is wearing Fleur like a vest as he sprints back towards the Veela's carriage-side bedrooms.
Immediately after crashing through the door to Fleur's bedroom and then fusing the newly broken door back into place with his magic, Harry turned in place with Fleur curled around his waist, slammed her body back against that very same door, and held her in place by the meat of her jean covered ass. He firmly squeezed his wife against the wood with his body, he pressed his chest into her soft and pillowy breasts, and he ground his cock into the pussyjuice-soaked material that was covering her mons.
In return, Fleur mewled like a small, defenseless animal while tightening her legs around her mate's lower back, and her mouth affixed to the flesh of his neck to renew the hickey on his skin. She wiggled in his arms, she humped her hips down into his lap, she felt his cock buck within the confines of his shorts, and she felt the moment that her mate went completely fucking berserk for her body.
In an outburst of magic that was just a little bit better than accidental, Harry failed to simply banish their clothing across the room to the dresser. Instead, his magic completely shredded both his and Fleur's clothing in a spray of cast off denim, cotton and silk, even as he adopted a wide and stable stance and lifted the woman's hips further up the door to prod his cockhead within her dripping wet vulva.
"Yes please~! Please do EEEEET," Fleur moan/screamed as her mate drew her body back to level with his own, sinking her pussy around his girth until his fat fucking cock was fully hilted inside… at which point she proved just how long she'd been completely desperate for his dick. Instantly and dramatically, the Veela started cumming, moaning long and loud into the meat of Harry's shoulder, squirting pussy-juices all over his cock and balls, carving pink furrows into his brand new tattoo, and undulating her hips in his grip with a mindless and whorish intensity. She came so damned hard on her mate's cock, her tongue lolled out of her newly slack-jawed mouth.
But Harry was just getting started, and he had zero intention of showing her any mercy whatsoever.
Without any buildup at all, Harry immediately started punching his dick into his wife's sweet little cunt like a high speed piston, slamming his cockhead against her cervix as if he'd force it deeper inside.
"Uhhh 'Arrie, Uhhhh 'Arrie, Uhhhhhhh Arrie, Arrie UHHHHH ARRIEEE! Fleur came out of yet another grunting, animalistic orgasm to find herself humping down on her man like a woman possessed. OH Gods 'Arry you're so good, so good, SO GOOOD," Fleur screamed into her mate's ear while her tiny little pussy strangled his massive shaft with rapid, hard contractions and her hot juices dripped off of his balls.
Completely ignoring the fact that Fleur's pussy was currently squeezing his cock through aftershocks of ultra-intense orgasm, Harry fucked his mate even harder while conveying several other sexual acts directly into her mind through the shroud. Visceral mental projections of Harry pinching and sucking on Fleur's nipples, combing their hands through her hair, and rubbing every last inch of her body while kissing, licking and sucking on her clit, driving Fleur to a shivering, shuddering, eminently orgasmic mass of tightly squeezing limbs.
"OH Gods, mon amour," Fleur moaned like a whore directly into her man's ear. "That's right, take me, take me, I'm yours, I'm yours," she haltingly gasped out in between those magic moments when her mate's cockhead struck her womb like a gong and drove the air from her lungs. Again and again, she begged her mate to take her, to use her, to find his release inside of her body, only to lose her ability to even speak when the man started releasing magic directly into her body. Powerful currents of undiluted magic flowed out of his hands, out of his cock, out of his stomach and chest, driving electric pleasure directly into her nervous system to course down to her sex.
And Fleur immediately would've cum again… if Harry had any intention of letting that happen.
As Fleur was roughly fucked against her bedroom door like the cheapest of club sluts, she realized exactly what her mate intended to do to her. He was doing it again. He was stopping her right at the peak, right at the jumping off point and leaving her there as he bottlenecked even more sensations into the moment. With a nearly panicked whimper, she humped herself down onto his cock with increasingly frantic need, but that only made the situation gain in intensity even faster. She whimpered and she shook because she could already tell that Harry was going to push this to a level that she'd never experienced before. She shook and she shuddered around her man as he pummeled her pussy into a trembling mess on his massive fucking dick. She shook, twitched and sucked on his neck to stifle her screams as he strung along her every nerve cluster like an artist, like a genius, like a sex god, like a Veela.
Oh Gods, Fleur loved her husband and if he wanted to drive them both completely insane in orgasm then so be it. Fleur bit down into his skin and frantically rode his perfect dick inside of her hot, slick and squeezing sex as the feeling grew exponentially higher and sharper like a bomb set to blow….
When it was all too intense to hold back anymore, Harry loudly grunted in mental release. In that instant, he released Fleur's sex from its unbelievably pent up state into a completely thunderous, out of control, mind-melting orgasm. He kept on pounding into her as she erupted all over him like a broken faucet, flailed around him like she was having a seizure, grabbed at his head with spastic clenching arms, smothered his face in between her bouncing, sweaty, perfect, tits and screamed his name at the ceiling over and over again.
"OH GODS, GODDESSES, ARRIEEE, MY ARRIEEE~! ALL DAY, ALL DAY I WAS DRIPPING WET FOR YOUR COCK AND YOUR SEED! FILL ME, FILL ME 'ARRIIE, I CAN'T WAIT, I WON'T WAIT, BREED ME, I'M YOURS~! Fleur gasped loudly before completely running out of breath and floundering to even stay conscious through the pleasure. "Please, please cum een me… I need it eenside of me right this fucking second…"
With a gasp of shock, Harry suddenly failed to pull his cock out of his wife's squeezing, sucking, hyper-possessive pussy, as Fleur's body appeared to be physically rejecting his withdrawal from her depths, and was in the process of milking out his seed full-blooded Veela style. And he immediately started losing it because of the intense, kissing, popping, coiling, soaking, sucking, contracting, cum-milking pleasure that his dick was being subjected to by his wife's completely ravenous little cunt.
Harry couldn't have stopped it from happening to save his very life. He came. He came like nothing he'd ever experienced before in his whole entire sex life. He came, and his bouncing, bucking balls released rapidfire ropes of jelly-thick semen directly into his mate's sharply sucking womb over and over again for what felt like a million years, during which time his wife's legs were so damn tight around his waist, he wouldn't have been able to withdraw his cocktip from her womb even if he'd wanted to.
He didn't.
Fleur keened into Harry's ear while grinding her rhythmically shivering pussylips down against his balls like a madwoman, her arms hung limply over his scratched up shoulders, and her tits rubbed slick and sweaty against his chest like heaven on earth.
Eventually, Harry was reduced to slowly, forcefully, slamming Fleur against the door while pounding his dickhead relentlessly against her poor, punished cervix to force the last of his cum directly into her womb, at which point he was in eminent danger of collapsing, so he rapidly turned them both around and slumped himself back against the door
With a reckless refusal to detach from Harry's waist, Fleur remained firmly rooted upon his twitching spasming cock when he landed heavily on the floor, and she didn't even pause the balls-deep gyrations of her hips…
So far as orgasm goes, Harry and Fleur didn't stick the landing, like… at all, and looked more like a damned car crash spilled all over the floor. They huddled together in a bed of shredded clothing, leaning against Fleur's broken door in a broken heap of sweaty, puffy, torn-up flesh, and they were completely, utterly spent. Neither one of them had it in them to do anything but gasp and huff for air while twitching like drug addicts in the tail end of a high.
But not for long…
Even as their heart-rates and breathing regulated, Harry felt Fleur moving in the bond, manipulating his healing factor not to fix his lacerated, bitten, hickey-bruised neck and shoulders, but instead to speed up the production of more semen in his balls to a completely absurd degree, and he nodded into his wife's neck because one thing was absolutely certain. They... were... not... anywhere... near... finished.
"Fleur, Harry gasped out when he finally collected the oxygen required to do so. He was meaning to convey... something... but no words were anywhere near adequate. He was overwhelmed and just couldn't...
Fleur sighed submissively while cupping Harry's cheeks, and she drew him into a long and lingering kiss conveying bottomless emotions.
With his strength returning, Harry gathered Fleur up in one arm and slowly pushed himself to his feet. The movements caused Fleur to shift upon his dick, and they both trembled in aftershocks of powerful orgasm, as Harry shuffled to the bed on shaky legs. Harry sat down on the bed with Fleur still rooted upon his cock, at which point she pushed him down onto his back, sprawled out across his chest, and Conjured a sheet to cover their hot and sweaty bodies.
For several minutes, they both just lay there, enjoying being close and intimately connected.
"'Arry…" Fleur sighed out before her mind gave up completely trying to explain. She knew that he knew how she felt, but a part of her wanted to convey her thoughts out loud. This was... Fleur was about to cry because it was so... Her husband had roughly fucked her like a completely shameless slut while her room's soundproofing charms were more than likely destroyed along with her newly broken door … and it had been... beautiful. "'Arry you... to me," she tried again.
Harry slowly nodded and whispered the words, "I know."
"Can't even... too much," Fleur tried again.
Harry nodded again and said something that they both knew to be true. "I'm yours Fleur, all yours, forever."
Fleur nodded into her husband's chest then and then she really did start crying. She wrapped around her mate and cried into his chest because well... too perfect to happen anywhere but heaven, too happy to be real, too fortunate to last, too much intensity to exist, too close to ever be apart, too much love to ever, ever lose him. Fleur was so blissfully happy with her mate that she was becoming equally terrified that a single hair on his head should ever come to harm. She was beginning to want to hide him in a dragon guarded dungeon, near the center of the planet, hidden using a Fidelius Charm. This was beginning to feel like she was Icarus flying too close to the sun and mere moments away from bursting into flames. Fleur was madly, madly in love with her Harry and was becoming truly terrified of the big scary what ifs of the world.
"This is why I obsess over protection, love, Harry whispered into his wife's impossibly soft hair. "On a semi-regular basis, I find myself in my mindscape filing away scary what ifs about losing you, but it's not working, because of course it's not. If something were to happen to you, I'd have a heart attack and die on the spot. I'm a hundred percent certain of it…"
Fleur nodded her understanding and started crying again, partially because their relationship was beautiful, and partially because she was scared.
Harry slid his hands down Fleur's back and began rubbing the same small circles that had brought him so far with his Lady. There was nothing else to be done at the moment, and rubbing Fleur's back had never failed Harry yet. When in doubt, rub it out, would be a fantastic motto… if it didn't sound like a slogan advocating frequent masturbation.
Chuckle, giggle, snort...
Fleur's face nstantly pressed down into Harry's chest again and she straight up refused to look up towards his face. As Fleur waited out his amusement at her expense, she idly wondered if Harry had thought up that wonderful line to distract her away from her fears, or if he was just an idiot savant of comedy.
"I may or may not have thought that on purpose, but I will conceal the truth deep inside of my mindscape from this moment on," Harry declared out loud.
In response to her mate's words, Fleur finally looked up at the man's face, only to find him grinning at her in the way that he does whenever she...
Dammit...
"'Arry," Fleur began, her voice all business. "Am I, or am I not, an angel straight from 'eaven miraculously walking around on Earth?"
"Every day, I wake up expecting to find feathers," Harry allowed.
"Do angels do zis unbelievably unladylike zing you call a snort," Fleur asked while making herself look the very picture of class and sophistication.
"I have empirical evidence gathered that they do, and I would be willing to testify under Veratiserum about it if I'm allowed to use a Pensieve," Harry replied in an extremely serious tone of his own, as if he was on a stand in the Wizengamut.
Fleur tried... she really, really, truly tried, but it was impossible. Her snooty demeanor cracked, she began to giggle into Harry's chest, the vibrations this created shifted her around on his persistently hard cock, and they both moan/groaned in pleasure. Fleur's face flushed, her giggling ended, and she started kissing Harry's chest. "Gods, but I love you 'Arry," she whispered up at her man with full-power cow-eyes in effect. "I want you to lay back and let me take care of you for now, mon amour.".
Harry looked like he might protest and try to pamper her instead.
Fleur placed the pad of her index finger upon her husband's lips to stop his protests. "You love me and would give me what I want, right, my 'Arry," she asked in a childish tone that made his dick twitch deep inside of her. "You understand zat I am currently een a fragile state of mind and would service you like a king, correct?"
Harry's cock twitched again and Fleur knew that she had the man right where she wanted him.
After straightening to straddle Harry's waist, Fleur allowed the Conjured sheet to pool down her back, and she started gyrating her hips to squeeze and massage her husband's cock within her tummy... "You won't eenterrupt me as I seduce your cum eento my womb, will you?" (Another dick twitch and Harry was beginning to look completely torn). "You'll let me empty your 'eavy balls eenside of me like ze breeding stud zat you are, won't you?" (Another dick twitch paired with a defeated groan).
Fleur smiled lasciviously and licked her bottom lip. "I'm glad you're so very thoughtful, as you've made me ze 'appiest woman on ze face of ze planet, and I desire to spoil you… again and again, and again…. I will now massage your balls and grind on you like a bitch een 'eat desiring just one zing... your seed.
Harry's dick was twitching like mad now and was peppering Fleur's womb with many little knocks as if asking for entrance.
Slowly, sensually, Fleur slid her hands up her waist and ribs to cup her large arousal swollen breasts. She hefted her right tit up into her mouth and took a large heavy suck on her own nipple. She shivered at the sensitivity of her own nipple and her little pussy clenched tightly around Harry's massive cock. Her right nipple popped out of her mouth and she repeated the process with her left nipple. Sucking on it until her cheeks hollowed, she shivered and grinded down harder on Harry's shaft, rubbing her clit against his pelvis bone…
"I am Fleur Potter, and I am a Lady," Fleur declared in a pompous voice as she grinded down upon her mate harder and harder. "Nevertheless, 'Arry, zere ees nozzing more eemportant to me zan using my body as your filthy fucking cum dumpster…"
As Fleur completed that declaration, the cock buried balls-deep inside of her radically pleasurable pussy began twitching and spasming its owner's explosive arousal, and she knew that it was time. It was time to make her husband understand the cost of having a French Veela fall so madly in love with him.
With luminous eyes, and a beautifully bouncing body, Fleur Potter nee Delacour started belly dancing her skin-tight, coiling cunt up and down Harry's wrist-thick, veiny dick, her sex squeezing and rippling to drain him deep inside, and she wouldn't slow, she wouldn't stop, until the man was shooting blanks…
Which, considering Harry's stamina, was going to take most of the night…
To Be Continued