Author's Note: Hey guys! It is a brand-new year and with the turn of the year comes plenty more smutty goodness to be enjoyed and devoured. First and foremost, I want to thank you guys for the response towards the Bellatrix chapter as it was very much appreciated. I used that chapter to test and put forward some of the kinkier ideas I had and seeing that they were all well received simply means that there will be more of that stuff in the future. Especially as we get towards the final chapters of this story.

The story is very close to being finished with the last chapter being that of chapter 50. So, we are steadily ticking forwards and hopefully that will be finished relatively soon. I do have a busy year ahead, yet I am endeavouring to have this story finished in the first quarter of the year (hopefully before the last season of Game of Thrones so that I can write weekly chapters to coincide with each episode!).

So, without further ado, here is the latest chapter. This chapter will feature some gay content, but as with the Bellatrix chapter, it will be signposted and marked so as to be skipped. If any vital information is revealed within that portion of the story, there will be a brief note at the end of the gay section. That is my plan going forward for introducing gay content. I realise it ain't everyone's cup of tea, but there will rarely be an entire chapter dedicated to solely a gay pairing. It is after all, a story revolving around shemales!

Chapter 44: The Lost Tradition

"And zat was zat? You did not discuss it any further?" Fleur asked as she and Harry sat on one of the benches in the open courtyard, watching as people walked by, utterly baffled by their presence together and the fact that their rivalry in the competition had been reduced to an idle chat on a park bench. There was only a week remaining until the final Task and Harry and Fleur had been given time away from their classes in order to prepare, the two taking that opportunity to simply sit and chat as opposed to studying and practicing any further; Harry because he had swiftly realised that any significant preparation he could do had long since had the opportunity to happen, and Fleur primarily because she needed a break. Her mother had been especially rigorous about the need to train restricting Fleur from the relief she needed until she had reached certain milestones. Little did she know that Fleur no longer needed to rely on her family for such necessities. Fleur continued with a smirk, "You are not bothered about your girlfriend fucking 'er brother, non? Zat should make for some interesting situations."

"Of course, I'm a little bothered. But… Well… I don't really have much right to be, do I? I mean, I've been with you and your sister at the same time so obviously I'm not bothered by incest. So, fundamentally I should be on board. But… He's my best friend. I suppose it's the fact it's my best friend and my girlfriend. And the fact that they are brother and sister. I don't know. Point is, me and Ginny aren't really going to discuss it to be honest. I'd like not to think about it and as long as they don't do it right in front of me, well, I'll manage," Harry rambled, fidgeting, nerves still plaguing him in regard to the final task. Even though he neglected to prepare, he still felt a shambles. Hermione's constant advice did little to ease it and he only briefly escaped whenever he and Ginny spent the night together. Even then, it was only momentary.

"Ah, but iz zat going to 'appen? Mon ami, Ginny 'as been presented an opportunity. 'er boyfriend and 'er brother? Zat iz an opportunity one is not likely to miss. And a girl like Ginny, well, she's probably already got ze date and time prepared… I would expect you invitation any day now, 'arry," Fleur teased, as she reclined in the chair, relaxing and letting the prim austerity of her usual posture dissolve. It was reaffirming to lounge places. She never lounged. Hell, the fact that her legs were slightly parted made her feel lewd if nothing. Despite her proclivity for perversion, whenever she was out and about she retained an air of elegance and beauty, embodying class in a short dress. Frankly, letting her legs part was always a sign of sexual intent, and yet now she sat there with no desire to fuck anyone beyond maybe sneaking of with Harry for a quickie. And even that was purely circumstantial.

"Well… Here's hoping that date is far, far away… You know, It's weird. This entire year. I never quite think about it. Frankly it's baffling that Ginny and Ron is where I draw the line, when at the beginning of the year I didn't even know the line existed," Harry commented, watching as the courtyard began to clear, the bell for classes sounding and the majority of students disappearing into the castle, swiftly leaving Fleur and Harry alone.

"Ah, I envy zat. I grew up with it all. Zere was no secrecy, no thrill. Sure, it was fun and exciting, but it was never new. By fourteen I 'ad felt it all. Anal, oral, ze 'ole lot. I never 'ad zat line as you zay. Everything was normal. Ze idea of taking two cocks up ze arse was a trivial as morning toast," Fleur added, breathing deeply as her cock twitched at the thought of it all. It was all pleasurable, even the thought of it, yet it was pleasure and pleasure alone. Her familial relationships were built on it. She loved her mother and sister, but that was never born or enhanced by sex. Sex and their love were two completely segregated things. One never spawned the other. There was the familial bond and then there was sex, "And zen… Well, sex became a tool. I was taught to bat my eyelids, lift my skirt, and get flying grades. Zat was zat…"

"I can't imagine," Harry smirked, watching as Fleur leant forward, a smile on her immaculate face. He still got a flicker of life in his cock even from just looking at her. That was something Fleur would never escape. No matter how hard she tried.

"Don't. 'old onto ze fact zat something sexual unnerves you. Zat zere are taboos for you. Zat means zat sex is something more zan just pleasurable," Fleur said rather solemnly, Harry raising an eyebrow at her distant and vacant glare. Boldly, he lifted an arm and wrapped it around Fleur's shoulder, pulling her close for a moment, just a squeeze before sliding away. A smile broached her face, followed by a chuckle.

"Harry!" a voice squeaked from beside him, startling both of them and turning their attention to the side. Catching his breath, Harry simple chuckled. It was Colin, a smile wider than anything stretched across his face. Completely and utterly ecstatic, his cheeks threatened to tear in two. Suddenly realising that he had a reason for approaching him, Colin reached into his pocket and plucked a letter out from within it, "I've a letter for you Harry. From Professor McGonagall."

"Ah! Ze invitation to ze incestual threesome…" Fleur whispered in Harry's ear, the boy playfully punching her shoulder as she giggled incessantly. Taking the letter, Harry nodded politely in response to Colin, his cheeks burning flushed and red.

"And… And… Miss Dela…. Miss Delacour. I have a letter for you… Ma'am…" Colin stammered, the boy surprisingly more nervous in front of her than Harry. Smirking, Harry watched as she curtly took the letter, playfully winking at the boy and setting his cheeks on fire. Some habits were hard to shake for the young blonde. Standing in front of the two of them, Colin waited patiently, the two of them not exactly sur what he was waiting for.

"Is that all Colin?" Harry asked with a smile, the boy still grinning. It was difficult to ascertain whether or not Colin was exceptionally giddy or just being Colin, especially when placed in front of Harry. Yet, there was a certain glimmer in his eye, one that was decidedly new.

"Well, Hermione's just great, isn't she?" he beamed, taking Harry by surprise. Not privy to Hermione many salacious endeavours on the night of the great game, Harry didn't have a single clue that that was what Colin was referencing. And little did Harry and Hermione know that Colin cherished those photos from that day with abject glee, as anyone would, relishing the chance to ogle them.

"Yeah, she's… she's pretty great," Harry stammered, Colin finally turning and walking away, leaving both Harry and Fleur confused. Brushing it aside, the two of them peeled open their letters, the text and message entirely replicated only with personal details changed.

Dear Mr. Potter,

As the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament nears arrival, the collective schools and their representing faculty have decided that tradition must be adhered to. Thus, in agreement with the Ministry Of Magic, you are invited to attend an evening of relaxation and pampering at the expense of the host school. Your fellow competitors will also be in attendance and your presence is highly expected. The event shall take place in four day's-time on the Friday preceding the Task. It shall be held in the Prefect's Bathroom on the Fifth Floor, beginning at 6:00pm. Dinner shall be served.

P.S. Whilst attendance is not mandatory Mr. Potter, I wholly expect you to be there and in best behaviour. Your inclusion in the competition remains contentious. Best foot forwards.

With Regards,

Professor McGonagall

"Well, zis iz a pleasant surprise," Fleur smirked, reading and re-reading the letter a few times before tucking it into her bag, turning towards Harry with a smile. Less convinced of the idea than her, Harry shrugged and did the same, folding the letter and putting it away.

"I dunno… Cedric and Krum aren't exactly great company. In fact… I don't think I've heard Krum do anything other than grunt. I suppose it'll be alright," Harry deflected, Fleur baffled by his lack of imagination. The two slid out of their seats, turning to walk away.

"Mon ami, 'ave a little creativity. Ze bathroom, ze water, ze bubbles… Perhaps you forget your swimsuit and 'ave to go in naked. Ze possibilities are endless," Fleur grinned, her salacious tendencies still fiery within her. She had already begun planning the evening out in her mind and wondering just what she could get away with.

"And why would I want to do that with Cedric and Krum of all people? You, definitely, but them? Not a chance," Harry laughed, hoisting his bag a little higher as they wound into the castle and along the empty corridors, the two chuckling as they went.

"Why not? Cedric is a razer 'andsome boy. And Krum… Well, Krum is a superstar…" Fleur suggested, admitting that Krum was hardly a catch. In fact, she often wondered just what Hermione saw in the man. Beyond his celebrity appeal, the lack of anything between his head made him substantially… brick-like.

"I'm not into guys like that. It's…" Harry began, allowing Fleur to lunge in with a tangent, bouncing out in front of him and walking backwards with a smile. Her breasts still bounced inside those immensely tight outfits and she made it incredibly difficult to simply chat.

"Weird? 'ow could you ever be with a man like zat? Sucking cock? Preposterous! Taking it up ze ass? No sir, I am entirely straight," Fleur mocked, her understanding of the masculine mentality being entirely apparent. And whilst she thought it completely and utterly ludicrous, Harry found it to be grating, "If I asked them to wear a fake pair of tits, would you go for it? It is all ze same stuff and it all goes in ze same place."

"You were the one talking about holding onto taboos. They make sex meaningful, do they not? Well, this the line I draw," Harry retorted, Fleur finding that unsatisfactory. As they neared the crossroads in their path, the two ground briefly to a halt.

"You already 'ave a line. And lines are meant to be redrawn and at least experimented with. You saw Ginny and Ron and decided you didn't like it. 'ave you been fucked by a man yet?" Fleur asked, a smirk on her face, one that Harry despised due to it's smugness, "I thought not. I shall see you Friday and we shall toe the line together!"

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"Bonjour… I trust you 'ave been thinking on what we discussed earlier?" Fleur smirked as she stood outside the Prefect's bathroom with a smile. She had slung over her shoulder a bag filled with various objects that she intended to use for her salacious endeavours.

"I have, and, no. I honestly don't want to be here at all, but…" Harry sighed as he approached her, absolutely despising the devilish look on her face. He had come to know Fleur rather well and she was wearing the smile she used to elicit reactions from those she was attempting to seduce. Having been at her mercy several times, Harry had become dull to her Veela charms, at least in a sense. Her overall allure and beauty never failed to make him hard regardless of his mood, yet he found himself resistant to becoming a slavering fool. She might be able to arouse him, but he wasn't a puppet desperately wanting to fuck her. He simply just wanted to fuck her of his own accord.

"Put it from your mind zen… Mon ami, enjoy ze evening. It iz meant to be relaxing. Come on…" Fleur beckoned, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the bathroom. Stepping inside, they were met with an immediate aroma of rich soaps and fine oils. Drinking it in, even Harry found himself strangely taken by the atmosphere and thin haze of steam that clung to the air. Already feeling hot beneath the collar, the shared a glance with one another, Fleur slightly more enthused about it all, but Harry slowly warming to it. Truth be told, ever since he and Hermione visited Fleur's mother and enjoyed their blowjobs in the hot-tub, he had fantasised about Fleur in slick soapy water, bubbles frothing around her breasts as she swam elegantly back and forth. It reminded him of his encounter with her in the Black Lake, something that both haunted him and made him horny. Making their way around the corner, they saw the bath already thick with bubbles and full of water. Searching around, they spotted that Krum was already in there, soaking in the water whilst Cedric was off to the side, indulging in another aspect of their evening. There had been several massage tables set up in a small private alcove of the room, with enchanted make-shift hands working back and forth across Cedric's body. Much to Fleur's amusement, the angle they were at allowed them a glimpse at the boy's curved ass, something she nudged Harry towards, annoying him and prompting him to move past her with a sigh as he powered towards the changing room, ignoring the quiet squeal of excitement that came from Fleur as she followed after him.

"You are intolerable, you know that, right?" Harry sighed as he slipped into one of the small changing cubicles, the walls only coming up to his neck, allowing him and Fleur to see each other's heads as they were changing. Using her wand, Fleur removed her clothing and neatly folded it, plucking from her back her swimsuit, something that she was incredibly proud of. Pulling it on, she turned to Harry and leant on the small wall separating them, her eyes wandering down and ogling him as he changed. Smirking as she noticed how hard he was, she watched him pull his swimming shorts on before he exited the cubicle, "You done in there, Fleur?"
"Ah… Yes. I fear I may 'ave bought a size too small," Fleur commented as she left the cubicle, flaunting the outfit that she had chosen for the evening. Harry's eyes went completely wide, his heart racing and his cock throbbing at the mere sight of her. It was perhaps the simply skimpiest bikini that there possibly was. It was a pale blue slingshot bikini, compose of the thinnest strings of fabric. Having enchanted the lower half, it looked as if her thick cock didn't exist, with the fabric clinging to her crotch as if it in fact hid a pussy. The fabric then split into two strands, each one running up her body and folding over her breasts, the swatches of fabric barely covering her nipples before sliding over her shoulders. She was pretty much naked and as she turned around to flaunt her rear end, she simply showed that her juicy, hungry round ass had enveloped the fabric, with her entire rear end in full view, unhampered by the fabric of her swimsuit. Knowing the exact effect, it would have on the boys, she was more than thrilled to realise that even Harry was gobsmacked with the sight of her. It would make her plans for later on all the easier.

"You're actually going to wear that? Are you sure just going naked isn't a smarter idea? It would get the job done just as well," Harry smirked, completely enthralled by her outfit, yet still not under her Veela influence, something that Fleur admired in him.

"It is about what is not on show, not what is. Basic rules of arousal. Take notes. Ah, before I forget…" Fleur smirked, reaching into the cubicle and withdrawing her wand. With a single wave of the wand, she cast a silent spell, a burst of flame lunging from her wand and catching on Harry's shorts. In one swift plume, the entire garment was incinerated, leaving Harry entirely naked. Leaping back into the cubicle, he glanced around for Cedric and Krum, not wanting to be seen naked by the competition, "Mon ami! I am so sorry! Mon dieu… Zat was not my intention…"
"And what was? To burn me entirely? Right. I'm going," Harry stammered, grabbing his bag and moving to pull his clothes out. Cursing the fact that he had taken after Ginny's tendency to avoid wearing underwear, Harry was stopped as Fleur stepped into the tight cubicle, their bodies pressing up against one another and Fleur's delicately placed outfit being unsettled and her breasts bursting free.

"I am sure ze will not might you free-balling, so to speak. Besides, ze will be looking at me and not you I expect… And… Well… I shall make It worth your while…." Fleur purred softly, sliding downwards, manoeuvring the tight space elegantly and coming face to face with Harry's cock. Without a second thought, she took the entirety of his shaft into her throat, her hands curving around and clasping Harry's ass cheeks, tenderly massaging them as she cradled his cock in her gullet, her tongue lapping and curling around his shaft, slavering and slurping hungrily on his shaft. After a few seconds, she plucked her lips from his cock, stood back up and wiped her lips with her thumb, offering nothing more than a sultry wink before she turned and left the cubicle, adjusting her bikini before she disappeared around the corner. Unable to ignore an offer like that, Harry gave into his teenage sensibilities and horny desires to chance any and every sexual encounter with that blonde bimbo he could.

"I hate her… I really do," Harry muttered under his breath, lying to himself as he inched after her. Managing to grab a towel, he wrapped it around himself, hoping that he would be able to stave off, for the most part, having to let the other two men see his naked body. Turning around the corner, he saw that both Krum and Cedric were openly ogling Fleur as she soaked herself in the shower, letting the water flow down her body, rendering a glossy, gleaming beauty. Moaning as the hot water covered her, she gestured over to Harry for him to join. Ignoring that offer, he instead stood by the entrance, unsure where to place himself. It truly was an awkward collection of people, with no one really fitting in with one another, besides Fleur and Harry. Sighing, she turned the shower off and pulled Harry by the hand and into the small alcove reserved for the massages. Cedric was leaning up from his, only to quickly bury his head in the massage table as Fleur entered.

"Come on, 'arry. At least try and enjoy yourself…" Fleur sighed, gesturing towards one of the massage tables. The alcove was situated so that they couldn't be seen by Krum in the swimming pool, affording them some privacy from his prying eyes. Sighing, Harry conceded and dropped the towel, quickly leaping up onto a massage table and hiding his arousal by laying down. Only a few moments passed however until he was met with Fleur's cock thrusting through the face-hole, prodding up against his lips and causing him to leap back as she laughed to herself.

"You are pushing your luck," Harry groaned as he leant back down, but didn't dare place his head in the hole once more, instead keeping his eyes on Fleur as she batted away the enchanted massage apparatus and plucked a bottle of oil up herself, gently squeezing it onto her hands.

"Ah, but zey are designed for zis. Zey even 'ave a little 'ole," Fleur smirked, before pushing Harry's head back down and beginning to work her hands back and forth across his back, gently working the oil into his skin, driving her palms back and forth, lubricating his soft skin to a glimmering shine. She didn't even bother to store her cock back inside the fabric of her bikini, instead letting it hang down between her legs, her nipples popping free as the fabric was displaced down below. She didn't care in the slightest however as she continued to work her hands along Harry's back, moving down towards his ass. Even Harry began to soften to the situation, her delicate hands and thoughtful pressures allowing for him to relax a little, even as he was completely and utterly aware of where this was going. Her oily digits certainly weren't going to stop at his waist. Frankly, he was surprised she hadn't simply leapt to that in the first place and began to pump her fingers into him. However, Fleur herself was a little pre-occupied, her gaze instead cast over her shoulder, trying to catch Cedric in the middle of one of his not so subtle fleeting glances.

As their eyes met, Cedric froze, caught in the middle of ogling the beautiful woman. Expecting a stern reprimand, Cedric instead was given an invitation. Gently bouncing in place, she jiggled her ass cheeks, the two heavenly globes clapping against one another for the briefest of moments, all before she leant forwards somewhat and reached back with one of her hands. Oiled and slickened, she placed the hand on one of her cheeks, the substance drizzling down her bum as she spread her ass in two, giving Cedric a good solid look at her puckered asshole, concealed by the thin fabric of her bikini, yet with the fringes entirely on show. It almost winked temptingly. Fleur felt somewhat of a uncertainty about doing this, with the act suddenly feeling… whorish. She had done just this many times, with the number of instances of her simply bending over and making sure her asshole got a good ogle being innumerable. Yet, in light of her recent awakening, it struck her as intensely perverse. However, she was more than willing to fast-track the inclusion of Cedric and Krum as ultimately it meant nothing to her. What she wanted from them was simply their cocks and asses. Not for herself, but instead for the darling boy whose ass she was just about to finger. It was made a little more palatable as she told herself that she was flaunting her ass only to further her relationship with Harry, something that gave a streak of confidence and certainty. Besides, she only had a couple months left in Britain and she almost saw that as a farewell period to her old self. Once she returned to France, she was going to put it all aside. Yet… It wasn't as simple as turning off a switch. And so, she considered the next two months a grace period in which she didn't force her new-self to become prominent but didn't rely on her sexuality too much. This was the first time that week that she had purposefully attempted to garner attention from someone with her body. It felt, strange. Almost like it was a fix for her. Drizzling a bottleful of oil down onto her ass cheeks, she turned back around and left Cedric to his own devices, knowing that she was the bridge between the boy and Harry, and ultimately it was her that would facilitate something that she was excited to see.

Peeling apart Harry's cheeks, Fleur gently slipped her fingers down to Harry's asshole, capitalising on the sensual haze that had claimed Harry. Having been a part of the Quidditch Team for some time, Harry wasn't totally embarrassed about being naked around other guys, but so flagrantly displaying his cock was what perturbed him. Taking comfort in the fact that his cock was hidden and just what Fleur was doing to his ass being hidden by her body, he was a little more relaxed to her probing ministrations. That, and after a quick glance over to Cedric, he noticed that he was still in his place, but not for much longer, unbeknownst to Harry. As Fleur massaged and rubbed his ass, gently loosening it with oil and her tender fingers, Harry lay back into the table and simply allowed her to do her thing. His teenage lust clouded his judgement and turned him towards simply letting the beautiful blonde do as she pleased. Harry might have become somewhat of a sexual connoisseur, but even he was prey to his youth and how horny his life was. Even having fucked several girls countless times, the sight of a pair of tits still rendered him boyishly excited. And having Fleur so eager to make him cum was a dream. And it would remain a dream long into his adulthood. So, that first probing push inside of his ass, a push that was marked by a soft groan from Harry, was the first step to breaking down Harry's barriers towards those of the same gender. He was more inclined to fuck Fleur in front of them, or even perhaps with them, but to be fucked himself by them was still a farfetched idea of lunacy in his mind.

Two fingers nestled themselves inside of Harry's ass and both he and Fleur shared a soft moan. Before she could savour the tightness of his hole, a smile broached her cheeks. She felt two hands grasp her ass and begin to paw and pull at her cheeks, working the slippery slick oil across her butt, massaging it into every inch, relishing and ravishing each soft expanse of flesh. Cedric would have vehemently denounced doing such a thing with a girl other than Cho a couple weeks ago, but since her losing of the vial -something he was oblivious to- he had been far more inclined to lust after other ladies, whilst still adoring her. Boldly working the thin piece of fabric out from between her ass cheeks, Cedric was surprised as doing so caused the entire garment to loosen and fall around her feet, her cock properly flopping down and landing in Cedric's gaze. He may not have been under Cho's potion's influence, but that didn't change the impact that it had on his sexual desires. Following Cho's ministrations, one thing had changed. There wasn't a sight that Cedric loved more than that of a thick and juicy cock. In fact, any cock caught his interest. The position he was in made It difficult to suck her off, but Cedric didn't want his tongue to go to waist and considering what he was face to face with and his propensity and talent for oral endeavours, he found a place to seat his tongue easily, his hands becoming busied elsewhere, drenched in oil and lubricated beyond belief, creating a tight, slippery pocket of warmth in each of his palms. A truly heavenly thing for someone with so sensitive and thick a cock as Fleur Delacour.

Pumping her two fingers in and out of Harry's ass, Fleur found herself to be quickly distracted by the ministrations of Cedric's hands and tongue. Boldly and without wasting a single second, Cedric lunged forward with his tongue plunged It into her asshole, even he being surprised with how easily her seemingly tight hole enveloped and accepted his tongue, with the muscle being seated right up inside her within a matter of moments. Her ass cheeks fell back into place, smothering the Hufflepuff in the haven of flesh in which he seemed content to simply revel. His hands however reached down to her cock, wrapping around her shaft and squeezing it softly, working his slickened hands along her throbbing shaft. The way that she was stood, and the weight of her cock meant that it dangled down between her thighs regardless of how hard it was. That then meant that Cedric was ultimately milking her as if she was a cow, sliding and squeezing his hands up and down, jerking his back and forth, moaning as she twitched and pulsated in his hands, her ass clenching and spasming around his tongue as he explored her delicious and rather delectable insides, writhing his tongue back and forth in search of that sweet, delicate prostate that would allow him to milk even more pleasure from the blonde's supple and delicious body. The moans that came from Cedric were muffled, but that didn't matter as Fleur seemed content to make her moans loud enough to cover the both of them, with her rather shamelessly letting the sounds of her being rimmed and jerked to fill the entire room, encouraging Krum to see just what was going on, the man lurking towards the entrance of the Prefect's bathroom, allowing him a decent angle on the myriad of salacious pleasures on display.

Moans began to fill the small little alcove, the trio delving into a rather sumptuous area of pleasure. Cedric's tongue began to pull out of Fleur's ass, his lips gliding along her crack and down to her cock, his tongue curling and salivating across the girl's heavy balls. Moaning as he savoured the pulsating sack, his hands continued to work her cock, his tongue gliding along her shaft as he angled her cock backwards, allowing him to run his lips and tongue across her shaft, lavishing it with every possible movement of his tongue. As he got into it, the instincts that Cho had built inside of him as a result of her potion kicked in and his submissive ideals kicked him, the boy worshiping her cock with avid desire, his lips and tongue coating every inch of her shaft in saliva, his own cock throbbing and twitching at the mere thought of being at Fleur Delacour's sexual mercy. Distracted by the pleasure for only the briefest moments, Fleur continued her work on Harry's ass, increasing the number of fingers she was easing into him, knowing full well that his ass could take plenty. Whilst the idea of thrusting her fist into the boy's ass was incredibly enticing, she ended up abandoning that idea, instead lowering her lips down to his slickened hole, her tongue gently running back and forth across his stretched ass, darting around and between her fingers, adding a new realm of pleasure and simultaneously adjusting her position so that she thrust her ass back into Cedric's face, further forcing his lips up against her cock and driving his tongue along her shaft, the pleasure being palpable as her cock drizzled pre-cum like a fountain, mixing with the oil to create an absolutely heavenly lubricant, one that Cedric couldn't help but wish would be used to fuck him. The side effects of the exposure to the potion were quite apparent. Whilst Cho was doing everything to keep Cedric, submitting her body in new ways as her insecurities drove her to assume that sex was the only thing keeping them together, she overlooked the fact that Cedric was more submissive now. It had always been his preference, but the potion super-charged it, turning him into a slavering butt-slut and frankly the only thing that had changed between the potion no longer being effect was that he had more control. That didn't mean he didn't want Cho to slap him across the face and force her cock up his ass all night long. Frankly, the position he was in right now, worshipping Fleur's cock was the most aroused he had felt in a long time, absolutely adoring how it made his cock pulsate and his ass quiver. Little did he know exactly what Fleur was going to have him doing.

Harry, oblivious to Cedric's involvement, simply took the slurping sounds to be that of Fleur's tongue working avidly around his ass. However, it was the addition of something wrapping around his cock that took him mostly by surprise. With his shaft sandwiched against the base of the massage table, it took him sharply by surprise the moment that he felt what was akin to a tongue running along his shaft, flicking back and forth against his sensitive skin. His eyes flew open only for him to be met with an all too familiar sight below him. It took him a moment to realise exactly what was happening, yet positioned beneath him was the throbbing, hardened shaft of a lithe, supple young girl. An ethereal young girl. The sensations were a surprise, yet not entirely unwelcome. Whilst his encounter with Myrtle previously was amongst the weirdest and most estranged things he had ever come to experience, it was still a rather fond memory in terms of sexual pleasure. If anything, it stood as one of the single most orgasmic experiences of his life. And her Myrtle was licking and… sucking as best as a ghost could suck, on his cock, working through the massage table as she slavered over his shaft. Suddenly, he felt her cold and wispy hand grasp his cock, circling around it, sinking into his shaft just as much as she surrounded it. Moaning sharply, he watched as the cock beneath him began to rise slowly. Not in hardness or arousal, but in proximity, with the ghost slowly lifting her hips and guiding her cock through the conveniently placed hole. Not that she would have been stopped by a solid surface. Harry would forever struggle to describe how unique and satisfying the combination of corporeal and real pleasure was. Having the cold chill of Myrtle's mouth working along his cock whilst Fleur's fingers and tongue dove into his ass, the warmth of her flicking muscle making him truly quiver. Moans flooded from his mouth as he was completely won over. He was in such a state of pleasure that were Cedric or Krum to simply walk up and thrust their cocks into his mouth, he wouldn't have been in anyways able to deny them that pleasure. Lucky for him, neither one was willing or in the position to do so. Cedric was busy lavishing Fleur and Krum was busy staring at them from the doorway, groping and squeezing his cock in a lustful way. Krum and Fleur were born in very different countries and very different lifestyles. This sort of situation was completely normal for them. The Quidditch life brought orgies a plenty and Fleur was Fleur. It was really only Harry and Cedric that needed convincing to have a foursome. Cedric was won over by Fleur's allure and Harry was well on the way to thinking a four-way was a swell idea. The evening was shaping up to be a rather pleasant affair in Krum's mind.

Harry felt Myrtle's cock push past his lips, the ghost thrusting into an immediate slow and tender rhythm, softly humping his face to no effect on Harry. He would never get used to it but took to it with an eagerness. Parting his lips instinctually, he simply lay there, allowing Myrtle to use his mouth as she saw fit, primarily due to the fact that there was very little he could do to stop her. In fact, if she wished, she could follow him around as he went to classes, throat-fucking him as much as she wanted; something that had crossed her mind. Many times, she had thought about paying a visit to the Gryffindor Tower as Harry slept. It wasn't like he'd ever know after all. The combination of pleasures became too much for Harry and he began to feel his cock twitch and pulsate in that all too familiar way. Fleur picked up on what was happening almost immediately, the girl able to sense even the slightest convulsions through his ass. Intensifying her methodical pumping of his tight, clutching little ass, she drove him over the edge, Harry letting out a deep and orgasmic moan as he came onto the massage table, his cum spurting against his stomach and smearing across his skin. Myrtle continued to lavish his cock, forever tormented by the fact that she would never be able to indulge in tasting Harry's cum. It would forever lay there, unable to be savoured by the person who would enjoy savouring it the most. Myrtle's involvement in the sexual escapades was known only to Krum and Harry, with Fleur and Cedric being oblivious to the horny young ghosts eager involvement. As Harry came, she quickly ducked back into the wall, hiding away and offering a quick shush gesture to Harry.

"Mon amies…" Fleur purred, lifting Harry's head softly as she pulled her fingers out of his ass, gently threading her two hands through each of her boy-toy's hair. Lifting Cedric away from her cock, she guided him around and into Harry's view, the black-haired wizard starting sharply and suddenly, blushing immediately, only to realise that Cedric was truly in a sexual haze, completely at the mercy of the sultry blonde. Guiding the brunette towards Harry, Fleur gently pushed their heads closer and closer, the intention entirely clear and known. Cedric, completely willingly, endeavoured to kiss Harry, knowing that it was what Fleur desired, whereas Harry quickly and sharply rolled off of the massage table, staggering back, overcoming his embarrassment over flaunting his cock to other men. Smirking, Fleur lifted Cedric's lips up to her own, offering a soft and luscious kiss to the boy before gently smacking his ass and sending him on his way, the boy walking out into the main area of the bathroom, completely forgetting a towel and unashamedly displaying himself to Krum, who avoided looking, even as Cedric realised and blushed heavily, darting towards the bath and sinking into it. Realising that his ogling was about to be noticed, Krum followed suit, dropping into the opposite side of the bath and awaiting Fleur's gorgeous form to come back into view. Crossing to Harry, she lightly laughed and grabbed his cock, softly squeezing it and bringing it back to full mast, her hand soaked in his cum, "Come on. Let's get you washed up…"
Turning around, she swayed her way around the corner, her arse wiggling in the way that she knew grabbed even Harry's attention. Lacking in the energy to even argue with her anymore, Harry moved to walk after her, but briefly stopped. Grabbing a towel, he didn't wrap it around his waist, but instead cleaned up the cum that had covered his body, not wanting Krum to judge him despite already being aware of everything that had happened. Following after Fleur, he found her inside the pool already, the bubbles dying down just a little, enough that he could see her breasts, but not so much that he could see her cock. Cedric was reclined beside her, his eyes fixated on her breasts, the boy so engrossed that he didn't even bother to be subtle about it. Slipping down and into the water, Harry spaced himself a little from Fleur and Cedric, being about as far away from them as Krum was to them. Worried about exactly what Fleur was going to do, Harry decided to err on the side of caution, finding the water and relaxing aromas to be exactly what he needed. It didn't stop him from worrying consistently about the various whispers and murmurs that Fleur made to Cedric, the Hufflepuff eating out of the palm of her hand. It was always astounding just how Fleur could wrap people around her fingers. She was able to do so even without the implementation of sexual perversions, yet Fleur had found that that was the simplest way. She had a way with words, compounded by her Veela allure that simply made her a siren. A damn good fuck, but a siren, nonetheless.

And then, Harry watched as Cedric dipped below the water, disappearing amidst the bubbles. Immediately panicking, Harry lunged his hands towards his own crotch, hoping that Fleur wasn't attempting something. A few moments passed when a moan finally broached Fleur's lips, the blonde reclining against the wall and letting her eyes roll closed, her lips parted as she let her pleasure be known. She glanced a couple times over at Harry, suggestively and sultrier with each passing moment. A minute passed, and Harry eventually let his hands come away from his crotch, remaining wary as he did so. Another minute passed, and Harry grew a little more relaxed, his muscles untensing and his body sinking into the water a little more. It was, however, a relaxation that was ultimately twinned with more pleasure. Gasping suddenly, Harry didn't feel anything attack his cock, but instead his loosened asshole. Not that the looser nature of his hole meant a single thing, as the person invading it cared not for Harry's anal proficiency. The cool chill of Myrtle's fingers began to work themselves into his ass, pushing into his hole and sliding up until they found his prostate. Ignoring the fact that in order to reach it, she was required to push beyond the physical limitations that would have been in place were she human, Myrtle began to rub and massage that tender button, treating it as a muggle would treat a clit, gently rubbing and massaging it, even going so far as to mimic pinning it between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the digits back and forth as she applied her unique form of pleasurable pressure to his sensitive bulb. Moaning deeply, that was the push that finally caused Harry's eyes to roll closed, the scented soaps and oils taken a hold of him and his defences slacking. Relaxing entirely, he felt his cock get slowly enveloped into the realm of pleasure as Myrtle advanced her endeavours to make her darling Harry Potter cum again and again. Or so Harry assumed. For amidst the bubbles and pleasure haze, it became difficult to distinguish what was real and what was ethereal. Fleur's façade cracked, her fake moans of pleasure ceasing as she watched Harry's defence's fall. It was rare that Fleur had to pretend to be pleasured as she could often just get someone to pleasure her, but her little trickery required a degree of acting, acting that she was remarkably good at. After all, when you've spent so much time in orgasmic ecstasy, it becomes incredible easy to mirror that sentiment. And finally, she snaked Harry into her trap. Or rather, into Cedric's. A bubblehead charm allowed his breath to hold and as he waited for his moment, it finally revealed itself.

Gay Content

As per Fleur's instructions, Cedric swam towards Harry, watching for the perfect moment when Harry was distracted, allowing him to envelop Harry's cock. Not entirely averse to the idea of sucking a guy's cock, Cedric saw as a stepping stone to the real feast. Fleur promised unhindered access to her juicy, delicious cock, if Cedric did as she asked, ultimately making him completely subservient to her. Besides, the idea of being forced to be gay sent shivers down his spine. With Harry distracted, Cedric moved forwards, gently wrapping his lips around the head of Harry's cock. Stopping, he waited, worried that Harry would immediately push him away, yet for whatever reason, he was completely alright with it, almost completely unaware that it was happening at all. With that in mind, Cedric angled himself to properly slurp and suckle on his cock, wanting to make Harry explode as swiftly as possible. With his lips and throat in the right place, he pushed his mouth down towards Harry's base, finding it easy to deepthroat the entire length, nestling his nose against Harry's crotch, his throat clutching at the boy's cock. Cedric was used to throating monster cocks like Cho's, meaning that Harry's was a trifle in his eyes. It was still rather sizable and a proverbial treat to the cock-hungry Hufflepuff, yet it paled in comparison to what he was used to. That, however, was to the benefit of Harry, who was given the pleasure of an expert blowjob from a well-trained throat, something that Harry would forever enjoy and relish, no matter how many times he was given one. Whether it was Luna, Fleur or indeed now Cedric, it was always a true joy and a delectable indulgence of pure orgasmic heaven.

Still under the assumption that it was in fact Myrtle sucking his cock, he moaned deeply as Cedric's throat slipped up and down his cock, working back and forth with a distinct eagerness. Not noticing Cedric's lips imprinting against the base of his cock, or the very real sensations tingling along his shaft, Harry was placed in a truly sumptuous position. Myrtle was fondling his prostate whilst his cock was sandwiched inside a tight, clutching throat. Had his senses been about him, he would have realised what was happening, yet once again his horny teenage sensibilities got the best of him, and a blowjob was ultimately a blowjob, the lesson that Fleur was so passionate in teaching him. Little did he know; the pleasures of Fleur's lesson were only just beginning. Getting into the mood, Cedric began to let his hands run rampant, letting them squeezing and cradle Harry's cock, his palm stretching up and along Harry's chiselled chest. It was surprising how much it made his own cock throb, tracing and caressing those toned muscles, his cock spasming in the water below him. The idea of being forced into gay sex was something that he adored and being prodded into suckling and savouring a man's meaty cock, all for the desires and pleasures of another woman would forever make Cedric a quivering mess. Perhaps it was a way to hide his latent homosexuality. Or maybe it was just another kink to add to the many that he already possessed. Cedric never gave it much thought, instead simply letting his hands marvel and squeezing at Harry's athletic body, even going so far as to cup his taut ass cheeks, pulling them forwards and jamming his cock farther down his already packed throat. And funnily enough, that wasn't what gave Cedric away to Harry, as the black-haired boy was still completely enthralled by the pleasure, presuming it all to be Myrtle, with the very real sensations being a trick of the warm water paired with Myrtle's cold grasps.

Myrtle's fingers left his ass and were replaced by an all too familiar sensation, one that took Harry a few moments to get used to. The cold chill of Myrtle's hardened cock, pushing into his ass and sliding along his insides, hitting every single nerve from every single direction and submerging his prostate inside the frozen haven that was her flesh. It was that sudden flush of pleasure that caused Harry to open his eyes and look down beneath the rapidly dispersing bubbles, only to see the eager, pleasure-ridden face of Cedric Diggory, his cheeks bulging with Harry's cock. Startled, Harry tried to move away, only to have Cedric grab Harry's ass cheeks, holding him in place and treating the Gryffindor to a haven of pleasure as his tongue and throat began to spasm and clench, undulating along his cock and loosening and tightening in ways that only Fleur could have mimicked. Moaning, Harry glanced over to Fleur, only to see her smirking as her hands worked beneath the water, slowly and tenderly jerking Krum back and forth, working her fingers along his cock as Harry was treated to his first gay blowjob. A part of Harry wanted to call her out for this, bitterly. Yet, every time his lips opened, only moans found their way out, his breath getting caught in his throat as Cedric continued to slurp hungrily at his cock, providing a delicious amount of pleasure with the subtlest of movements. Being placed in that situation, having his cock worked diligently by a man revealed that it didn't bother him nearly as much as he thought it would. It was normal if anything. A tender degree of pleasure that took some effort to get used to inside, yet was utterly enjoyable, nonetheless.

Gritting his teeth, Harry simply took a depth breath and allowed himself to be swept along with this, chuckling softly as he realised that Fleur had bested him. Sighing, he let the moans replace his doubts, absolutely adoring the way that Myrtle's cock contrasted the hot tight warmth of Cedric's throat. Bobbing his head up and down, Cedric found himself hindered by the water. With Harry's outright agreement, Cedric took a bolder step forwards. Grabbing Harry's thighs, he pushed them upwards, with one firm movement, pushing Harry out of the water and setting him down on the edge of the pool. Startled, Harry's moans of pleasure came from the pushing of Myrtle's lower body throughout his, the ghost having to quickly adjust herself to hide her body, slipping beneath the tiles and angling herself back into position, starting to fuck Harry's ass once again. The bubblehead charm broke and Cedric's slurps and suckling moans came back into full force. It was one thing to see Cedric's eager lips moving along his cock, but it was another to hear it; with the sounds that Cedric was making being intensely arousing. The sheer sloppiness with which he moved, the moans and pure orgasmic delight coming from the boy's mouth, made even Harry fall in love with it. Just as Fleur had predicted, the line that Harry drew was beginning to shift. It was, however, not this that caused Fleur to believe it, but instead what happened as Harry's hands grew more confident, grew bolder. Casting her eyes over to Harry every now and again, halting her conversation with Krum that was solely designed to wheedle out information he had gathered around the final task; an ulterior motive for Fleur's attendance that evening; she saw Harry's hand gently rest on Cedric's head, actively guiding and encouraging the Hufflepuff up and down his cock, the moans increasing as Harry succumbed to it all.

Having expected Harry to simply cum there and then, Cedric was surprised at his stamina, humming louder and louder around his cock as he bounced his lips along his shaft, his water-soaked balls smacking against his chin. The firm grip now growing around the back of his head made Cedric's own cock throb, the delicious idea of having a man forcibly jam his cock down his throat being enough to make Cedric giddy. Moaning at the thought, he began to soft his movements, trying to encourage Harry to take control and slide his mouth along his cock, something which Harry instinctually did as Cedric's bobbing went slower and slower. Dragging Cedric's heavenly mouth up and down his cock, he let his eyes roll closed, unable to look down for long without beginning to question himself. It wasn't that the sight of Cedric gagging on his cock wasn't wholeheartedly arousing, but it was enough to make him wonder about his own sexuality. With his eyes closed he could imagine it was Fleur, Ginny or even Hermione working along his cock and not the actual truth. Whenever he did look down, he felt a unique shiver along his cock. It wasn't one of attraction as he certainly wasn't attracted to Cedric; not in a conventional sense. It was almost… an erotic shiver. As if what was happening could be conceived as kinky. Perhaps Harry's true stance was that gay sex was a kink to him. Something naughty and perverse. Not a sexuality, but rather a personal pleasure. Just as someone would enjoy whips and chains, he liked the idea of a guy slavering over his cock. It was an interesting thought and one that both comforted him and gave him cause to begin to actively enjoy watching as Cedric gagged on his cock. It wasn't a life-changing realisation of his true sexual nature, but just another kinky endeavour that he found sublime pleasure in. He wouldn't look at having a sixty-nine in any different a way, so why should he approach this like that. It was just another kinky sexual act that made him quiver at the thought. Nothing else.

Suddenly, he felt a hand running through his own hair, turning his head to the side. Surprised and startled, Harry was face to face with Fleur's cock, the shaft throbbing and pulsating in front of him. Only, it wasn't that which took him by surprise. It was Krum, standing beside her, his cock at the same height and twitching towards Harry's lips. That was a step too far in Harry's opinion, only he was once again surprised as Fleur didn't guide the man's cock towards Harry's lips, but instead, slid down onto her own knees, kneeling beside Harry and taking Krum into her mouth herself. Confused exactly by what Fleur was attempting to achieve, Harry found himself enthralled by the way Fleur moved, bobbing her head slowly along Krum's cock, her tongue curling and lavishing his shaft as she moved. Plunging her lips up and down, she worked diligently along his shaft, suckling on his cock like a good and proper little slut, the pleasure that Krum had been promised. Harry had ogled Fleur's oral abilities many a time, yet this was the first time that he had looked at her properly from a different angle. Seeing her throat bulge and expand to take each inch, her lips stretching, her chin gently being smacked by Krum's balls; it was all so engrossing. The shine that gleamed across Krum's cock, her tongue worked across his foreskin, tickling and working into each ridge and vein. It was so elegant and masterful, and in a strange twist of fate, brought a certain sense of desire to Krum's shaft. In her perverse way, she transformed the brutish blockhead's cock into a tasty treat. The moment that Harry realised exactly what he was thinking, he curtailed that line of thought. It was one thing to enjoy being blown by a guy, but it was another to suck a guy off. That was antithetical to his previous realisation that it was a kink. There was no pleasure beyond the carnal satisfaction of pleasuring another person. It felt… gayer. For want of a better term.

Yet Fleur had no intention of making Harry suck Krum's cock. In fact, she was simply fulfilling her promise towards the man. Frankly, Fleur would have settled for keeping the encounter between her and the two Hogwarts boys, with Krum's inclusion only coming after she milked the boy for all the information he had. She would have happily abandoned him at that point, yet there was no conceivable way that she was going to leave the Prefect's bathroom when such a glorious sight as Harry Potter being sucked off by Cedric Diggory was on offer. The moans that came from Harry alone were worth staying. And thus, she decided that if she was to get Krum off, perhaps the Durmstrang would simply leave of his own accord and she could relish all the perverse and kinky desires she could fathom with her two submissive little boy-toys and the situation she had orchestrated. Harry was by no means submissive, but the idea of having two men completely under her control was so arousing that Fleur allowed herself to be deluded in the idea that they were both slavering for her attention and eagerly engaging with one another all upon the pretence that their delving into gay sex would ultimately earn them the privilege of her cock. In Cedric's case, that was exactly what he was thinking, yet Harry knew Fleur all too well and knew that even though Fleur would happily pretend to be aloof within sexual situations, she was just as bound to her orgasm as the rest of them. Threaten to take that orgasm away and she would become the slavering cock slut she pretended to have dominion over.

Thus, Fleur offered little to no flair to her blowjob. She was in pure end mode and simply did everything that was the most pleasurable. Long, quick strokes, languished by saliva and spittle, with more tongue work than seemed possible with such an obstructed throat. Much to her surprise, she was also able to sneak her hands around behind Krum and was able to slip a digit into his tight asshole without his disagreement, something that she had thought to be against his manly persona. Perhaps the brutish Bulgarian was in fact as big a butt-slut as the rest of them. Though, Hermione knew the truth. Well… most of it. Bouncing her throat up and down Krum's cock, she actively drilled her slickened finger into his ass, hoping and praying that he would cum soon. She managed to catch glimpses of the heavenly sight that was to her side, but she wasn't able to properly ogle it with Krum's cock in her throat, despite her best efforts to angle him in such a way. To her surprise however, Harry's eyes were completely locked on her, only occasionally glancing down to Cedric when the Hufflepuff did something particularly enjoyable with his tongue. Confused, Fleur didn't bother to indulge that thought, instead simply working Krum's cock as she would anyone else's. She was frustrated with his stamina, but just like most men, he had his breaking point. His hands latched onto her head, trying to pry her away so that he didn't cum too quickly, Krum was completely at Fleur's mercy. Fastened to his cock, there was no way to stop Fleur from making him cum and cum quickly. His cock spasmed in her throat, pulsing and spurting several thick and pent-up strands of cum from inside his balls, flooding down her gullet and barely gracing her mouth and tongue. Milking him dry, she waited for his cock to begin to soften, reaffirming that she had achieved her goal before popping her lips from his cock, smacking them and gently patting Krum on the thighs and sending him on his way, all before turning her attention back to the glorious sight before her. Harry Potter finally overcoming the stigma and sampling the delights of same-sex fucking.

It became swiftly obvious that Fleur was enjoying this the most, with her cock quivering at the mere sight of it all. Her hand slipped up and down her shaft, jerking herself consistently, moaning constantly as she pleasured herself at the sight. It did however lead to her desperately requiring more pleasure. Watching became so… unpleasurable, and she needed to be more ingrained in it all. She needed her thick, juicy length lodged inside someone's tight, clutching arse. As to whose, she wasn't certain. Taking Cedric's rear for a ride would lead to the intensely beautiful sight of Harry being thrust down his throat, the two of them fucking from either end. Yet, Fleur, ever the opportunist knew that there was a possibility for a lot more. If she bent Harry over, submerging his body in the divine pleasure of being impaled on her cock, then perhaps, perhaps she could coax him into letting his lips fall apart, into allowing Cedric into his mouth. Such a tantalising image was unbearable in terms of possibilities and Fleur quickly decided, rising to her feet and offering Harry her hand. Intrigued, he took it, sliding onto his feet and letting his cock slip out of Cedric's mouth, the boy chasing it, disappointed as it moved out of reach. He watched from the edge of the water as Fleur dropped to her knees, bringing Harry with her. She needed only to turn him around for Harry to get the idea, the boy bending over willingly. He had neither a preference for being top nor bottom, so he took to being bent over by Fleur better than any guy that Fleur had ever been with. Bracing on all fours, he endured Fleur usual slapping of her cock between his ass cheeks, followed by the complimentary couple thrusts, all before she angled the head of her cock towards his asshole, his ass having been loosened already by her fingers as Myrtle's constant pressure to his prostate.

The head of Fleur's cock slipped inside of Harry with ease, his well-trained arse taking as if he was born to. Moaning deeply, Harry instinctually pushed back onto her thrust, easing more of her cock inside of him with greater ease. The two of them fit together with such precision and little bother that they found themselves connected, ass to crotch, in a matter of seconds. Moaning together, they glanced into each other's eyes, sharing a brief look before Fleur took a firm hold of Harry's hips and began to bounce her cock in and out of him, easing deep inside his ass without so much as a second wasted. Building a firm and steady rhythm, Fleur was almost immediately captivated by the sensations of his tight rear, the sheer haven of pleasure that was his ass never failing to surprise Fleur. She was used to Apolline and Gabrielle's asses, which, whilst tight, could never capture the sensation of someone like Harry and Hermione. Her family members were tight despite being fucked rigorously, yet Harry was tight because of inexperience. At least compared to the Delacours. Moaning, she almost let her eyes roll closed, but quickly rectified that mistake, forcing them open so that she could see what Cedric would do. Pushing up and out of the water, his equally chiselled body to that of Harry's glimmered and shone in the water, even Fleur moaning at the way the water dripped along his form. The same thing happened as Harry left the water's embrace, his athletic body gleaming as it did when it was covered in oil. However, her appreciation was quickly curbed by disappointment. Instead of sheathing his cock into Harry's throat, Cedric instead chased his own desires. He had unfinished business with Harry's juicy shaft and wanted nothing more than to finish suckling on his majestic length. Sliding beneath him, he had Harry's cock slipped back into his throat within a matter of seconds, bouncing his mouth along his heavenly shaft as Fleur fucked his ass, creating a sandwich of pure orgasmic pleasure.

Disappointed that her fantasy was not fulfilled, Fleur groaned, quickly and easily finding comfort in the fact that she was getting fuck Harry's ass rather firmly, quickly building up a rather swift and powerful rhythm, pounding away into the boy's clutching rear, always infatuated with how easily Harry took cock. She had seen Harry properly have his ass stuffed to the brim, yet simply being balls deep in him without so much as a wince of pain was always a true treat. She almost let her eyes roll closed so that she could simply savour the pleasure, but was glad that she did not succumb, as there was plenty pleasure to see before her. Much to her surprise, Harry's mouth did in fact get stuffed, but not by Cedric. Instead, it was Krum who jammed his cock down the boy's throat, desperately seeking a means to get his own second bout of relief. With no other holes easily on offer, he took Harry's, presuming that his rather open disposition towards Cedric sucking him off was a green flag to him commandeering his mouth. If he was willing to be sucked off, why wouldn't he be willing to suck a guy off. Krum of course assumed wrong but didn't learn this. Instead, the pleasure of having his ass stuffed with thick, juicy cock, paired with the pleasure of Cedric's lips around his cock and the frankly perverse sight of Moaning Myrtle jerking her cock of in the distance, Harry finally broke; finally succumbed to the idea of sucking a guy's cock. And having Krum simply thrust his shaft into Harry's mouth, burying it deep in his throat, right up to the base, Harry made the sudden and frankly swift realisation; it felt exactly the same to sucking a girl's cock. That combined with the pleasure turned Harry and instead of fighting it, he tightened his lips around the cock in his mouth and let his eyes roll closed. Out personal preference, he didn't exactly want to watch Krum thrusting into his mouth. Despite girl's seemingly universally loving him, Harry didn't see the appeal and thought that having to look at Krum whilst he throat-fucked him was a sickening prospect; though not for the reasons that he would have thought a couple hours ago. Instead, he simply allowed his throat to be filled with a cock and focussed on enjoying the pleasures of being fucked from behind and being blown from beneath. A truly beautiful pairing that would seek to make him cum rather swiftly. That and the inherent pleasure he found in sucking cock; be it a woman's, or now, a man's. Though he didn't exactly expect to make the latter a frequent event.

Fleur had to actively avoid cumming there and then as she ground to an immediate halt, her cock-head spewing copious amounts of pre-cum deep into Harry's ass as she watched him sink to new levels of perversion. Fondling his ass, Fleur watched as Harry took Krum right up to the base, the Bulgarian's heavy balls smacking against his chin. Slowly, Krum began to draw his hips back and forth, sharply and roughly beginning to fuck Harry's tight little throat, pounding away at the boy who lived's throat with eager intent. Fleur, enveloped in a haze of erotic satisfaction, drew her own hips back, attempting to match Krum's thrusts, fucking away at Harry's ass, the two of them double-teaming Harry from either end, hammering into each of his holes, much to everyone's delight. Even Cedric felt the bliss of what was happening as Harry's cock bounced around inside his gullet, pre-cum pouring down his throat as Harry's cock began to twitch towards a thick and creamy orgasm. Fleur's diligent and frankly powerful fucking was proving to be the be all and end all for Harry, with his cock on the verge of cumming hard. He held off as much as he could, not wanting to succumb to the blissful heaven, not as he was captured in such a delicious haven of satisfaction. Having his ass and throat full was a carnal bliss, one that was as pleasurable as it was perverse, yet he knew that as soon as he came, he would set everyone else off, with Fleur pumping him full of cum as he drank down Krum's offering as well. The thought of doing so was a little weird, but the pleasure quickly clouded his judgement, his cock seizing as he came close to the end.

Cedric found only the satisfaction of sucking Harry's cock, with his cock and ass remaining untouched for the most part. Only fleeting grazes fluttered across his body, yet his cock twitched and spasmed in the most sumptuous of ways. He felt as if all he would need was someone to simply stroke his shaft a single time for him to simply explode into orgasm. However, his orgasm wasn't his primary concern; it was Harry's. Fleur and Krum were working steadily away, the two of them building a slick and powerful rhythm, pounding into Harry at each end and applying so much force that he felt he was about to bend in two. Saliva dribbling down Harry's chin and onto Cedric's cock, Harry's prostate was submerged and squashed by Fleur's cock, the button pouring out pleasure into his body, simmering through him, about to culminate. Fleur was ready to cum at the sheer suggestion of Harry sucking cock yet being privy to the sight beyond satisfactory. Like Harry, she didn't want to cum just yet, not wanting to be the one to relinquish her load and leave the salacious congregation of flesh. Krum, not caring about when and how he came, simply worked for his own orgasm, though his eyes were latched solely on Harry's ass and Harry's ass alone. Or rather, at Fleur's cock as it worked into Harry's ass. The sight of someone taking such a large and juicy cock with relative ease piqued Krum's interest. Not out of arousal, but rather out of opportunity. His brain began to tick through varying situations, yet he ultimately pushed them aside as he came to his end, holding Harry's lips tightly against his crotch and pumping mouthful after mouthful of slick and slippery cum deep into Harry's clutching, waiting throat.

Krum was the one that set everyone else off, with Harry finally letting Cedric's throat become the vessel that would hold his cum. Moaning into Krum's softening cock, cum dribbling down his chin, Harry allowed his cum to pour down and into the boy's throat, Harry offering a sizable load that had built throughout his forays into gay bliss. Fleur, feeling Harry's ass clenching and spasming, knew exactly what that meant and simply let herself loose, slamming forwards and moaning in her usual sultry way, draining her heavy balls into Harry's clutching, waiting ass, painting his insides with copious amounts of cum, the substance drizzling out of his ass even as her cock remained hard. All three of them let themselves empty, working their cocks back and forth to make sure the last few drops were worked out before finally pulling out, Harry gasping for air as he flopped against the floor, laying in a pile of spittle and cum. Krum was quick to simply abandon them, moving to the showers to wash himself down before moving to leave. Cedric moved a little away, jerking his own cock as he watched Fleur loom over Harry, her thick cock bouncing back and forth, barely shrinking in size as it softened. Biting his lip and he imagined suckling on that heavenly shaft, Cedric almost came, wanting to hold off on the hopes that he would be able to guzzle down her length. However, she was quite spent and wanted nothing more than to head back to her own bed. Though, in true Delacour fashion, she wasn't averse to going to bed alone. Yet her prospects on that front were most certainly focussed on Harry.

End Of Gay Content

(Harry now open to gay sex)

"Come on 'arry… Let's get cleaned up…" Fleur smirked, helping him to his feet, smiling as he wiped cum from his chin. He looked into her eyes and immediately hated the looked she was giving him. It was as if she had been validated, her thoughts and opinions proved right. She had a certain smugness about her that he distinctly hated.

"Don't even say a word," Harry growled pre-emptively, unable to a smile from his own face as the two of them laughed and made their way towards the shower, Fleur offering him a firm and audible smack to his arse, his cheeks jiggling as cum dripped down from his ass cheeks. Washing down, the two of them made their way back towards the changing rooms, towelling off and beginning to change. It was only when Harry sat, waiting for Fleur to pull on her intricate silk and satin clothing that she suddenly started.

"Shit… Cedric didn't get a chance to cum… Zat's a little 'arsh, no?" Fleur cursed, turning to Harry who glanced around the corner, pulling his eyes briefly away from the changing Fleur, only to have a smile stretch across his face. Whilst Cedric didn't get a chance to cum, he certainly wasn't alone in that fact. As it turned out, he and the other person in need of relief found a quiet bond. Not so quiet in her part. Cedric was bent over on the edge of the swimming pool, learning the pleasure of ghostly sex as Myrtle hammered into his ass, pounding away diligently as Cedric's cock spilled cum down onto the floor beneath him.

"I think he'll live. You ready? Or are there fifteen more clasps on your thong to tighten?" Harry chastised as Fleur finally finished, pulling her clothing on and sliding out of the small cubicle. Despite her supposed change to a less slutty lifestyle -something that was progressively working on- she was beholden to her previous wardrobe. Short skirts and skimpy thongs. Even Fleur found them to be a little much at this point. Together, the two of them made their way out of the Prefect's bathroom.

"Are you coming back to ze Carriage? Ma mere was wondering when you would be back. She absolutely loves you and 'ermione. She wouldn't stop about wanting you and 'er to come back for a proper dinner," Fleur asked as the two made their way out of the bathroom, only to be stopped by someone on the way out.

"Harry!" a gruff and growled voice called out. Startled, Harry turned to see the unflinching face of Krum looking back at him, blushing nervously for whatever reason. Both Fleur and Harry looked confused, but Harry quickly picked up on why the Bulgarian wasn't saying anything else. The nervous glances towards Fleur revealed a certain uncertainty and embarrassment.

"Erm… not tonight Fleur. But I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast? Great Hall?" Harry smiled, Fleur smirking before waving goodbye. Dancing down the steps, both Harry and Krum watched her short skirt flutter and bounce flashing her plump ass as she went. As she disappeared out of view, Harry turned towards Krum expectantly.

"Does… Hermioninny talk… talk about me?" Krum stammered, bowing his head as he did so. Taken aback by the question, Harry shook his head, only to watch as Krum strutted back and forth. It took the Bulgarian a few moments to work up the courage to ask what he was going to ask, "I couldn't… She wanted me to… be… be the woman? So, to speak… I couldn't. I wasn't… prepared and well… she scared me…"

"Okay…." Harry breathed, moving to turn away, only to have Krum lunge out and grab Harry by the arm. Baffled and confused even more, Harry watched Krum visibly sweat as he stammered and stumbled to push the words out from between his lips.

"Could… Could you teach me? How to… take It like a woman, like you do? You took Fleur's… womanhood like it was nothing… If Hermioninny is to… She wants a man who can… And I… Would you help me?" Krum asked, wiping his brow as he looked at the floor.

"You want me to… To… Do that? What?" Harry stuttered, blushing in equal amounts as he and Krum forced words out of their lips, neither one of them wanting to be in this conversation. What happened in the Prefect's bathroom was kinky and all, yet the idea of him and Krum, on their own, was beyond a bad idea. The only thing that made the Prefect's bathroom alright was Fleur's participation. It felt less… meaningful, and more simply sexual.

"Not you per-say… But… Please?" Krum asked, finally looking Harry in the eyes, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. It was rather compelling to say the least. Krum never struck anyone as the sentimental type, yet the fact that he was doing this simply to win back Hermione was the weirdest form of romanticism. And, as strange as it was, Harry couldn't help but say yes. The desperation in the man's eyes was… weirdly convincing. And the last thing he said made it seem like he didn't exactly want Harry to be the one teaching him how to take it up the ass, which then gave Harry the idea of the perfect person to teach someone how to be a grade-A butt-slut.

"Okay… Sure… I'll… Figure something out," Harry muttered. Krum let out a massive breath, sounding almost winded as he nodded and simply turn to leave. He turned around and began to march up the stairs despite the way he wanted to go being down. Similarly, Harry simply turned and began to walk, not wanting to come face to face with Krum and simply wanting to get away.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that! Let me know what you thought in a review. There is a part of me that really wants to get 1000 reviews before the story entirely ends, so be a part of validating my self-worth and crippling self-esteem issues…

Also, feedback on the gay stuff will be helpful. I will be getting kinkier as things progress and gay content was the first step in that process. The Bellatrix chapter was very much a testing the waters kind of thing. The way I see, there is no point not including weird, kinky sex stuff. That's what people are here for. Shemales aren't exactly vanilla. And the structure of this story means that if you don't like the weird sex stuff in one chapter, the next one will be completely different kinky sex stuff. Everyone wins!

Hopefully, I'll have another chapter ready for next week. I'm starting back up work, so might be two weeks. However, that chapter will be a rather saucy reveal. The Vault finally gets opened and we find out what's inside… P.S. Those hoping for some climactic reveal… er… maybe don't… It's just more weird sex stuff…