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Summary - As Minister of Magic, Harry Potter has everything that he wants in life … a beautiful wife and a Veela as his Undersecretary. Harry, however, is greedy and wants more, and he won't stop until he gets it.
Minister of Magic
Chapter 1
Harry Potter sighed as he signed his name to another report. He had hoped that when he was elected Minister of Magic, his days of paperwork would end. Sadly, he was wrong. In fact, he had even more paperwork than before! He didn't know why he had let his wife talk him into this. It wasn't surprising. Daphne had always lusted after power and prestige. He smiled while thinking about his wife.
He had met Daphne Greengrass while at school, though at the time they didn't get along. The Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry was strong in those days, especially to those who were still in school. It wasn't until after Voldemort was gone and they had graduated that things blossomed between them. She was the one who pushed him to climb the political ladder in the Ministry. Harry had a feeling that she was the one responsible for creating all of those "scandals" involving various political opponents. Hell, Draco Malfoy was still persona non grata in pureblood society. He wouldn't want to be on his wife's bad side.
"Minister Potter," came an angelic voice from the other side of his office door. He didn't need to see her to know who it was.
"Come in, Fleur," Harry called out, looking over another report. Looking up, he saw his stunningly gorgeous Senior Undersecretary, Fleur Delacour walking in. Her wide, inviting hips swayed hypnotically as she entered. Immediately, his trousers tightened. She had always had that effect on men. Going all the way back to the time when they had first met, she could always give him a hard-on with a single look. He was sure that he wasn't alone in this regard. He had seen countless men stutter when she was around.
Most people would think that his wife would be jealous of having a Veela as his secretary. That was incorrect. Hiring the stunning blonde as his underling was her idea. With her around, they could broker better deals since she could keep the men "stuttering and stupid" as Daphne liked to say. He had to give it to her. Daphne's plan worked like a charm. Harry looked over the Veela. She had on glasses with thick, black frames and had her hair tied up in a messy bun. She wore a white, silk blouse with quite a few buttons undone and a gray pencil skirt that ended just above her knees. On her perfect feet, she wore black high heels to finish off the sexy librarian look. Walking over to him, she carried a small stack of paper. She leaned down and showed him what she brought.
By doing this, she created a lewd amount of cleavage. He could easily see the valley between her dangling tits. If he angled his head just right, he could even see one of her perfect pink nipples. Fleur didn't like wearing bras if she didn't have to. Being so close to him, he could smell her intoxicating scent. Her face was so close to his that he could feel her warm, pleasant breath as she spoke.
"The budget for the DMLE, Minister," she smiled. "It must be approved," she said, tapping the spot where he needed to sign with her finger. He quickly looked it over and signed his name. She took the packet and walked back to her office, her hips swaying all the way. He was mesmerized for a moment. Snapping out of it, he cleared his throat and called out.
"Fleur? I need your assistance," he stated and waited for her to come back. A few seconds later, she arrived still smiling.
"Oh? What do you need me for, 'Arry?" she smiled knowingly. She walked up to his desk and climbed on, sitting right in front of him.
"I believe they call it 'stress relief'," Harry groaned as she lifted her leg and let her heel fall off of her foot. She placed her bare foot against his chest and pushed his chair back a little, giving her room to operate. Sensually, she dragged the top of her foot up his chest and underneath his chin. Resting her toes against his lips, she tapped them against him while pretending to think about it.
"I don't know, 'Arry. Perhaps we can 'elp each other out,'' she smiled. Fleur parted her legs, her skirt sliding up and over her wide hips, and exposed her wet, hairless pussy to him. Immediately, he was hit in the face with a wall of her heady scent. The smell of her wet pussy filled him with lust, and he was surprised that he didn't just start fucking her right then and there. A lesser man would have, but he was Harry Fucking Potter. He had defeated the most feared Dark Lord in the world and rose to become the Minister of Magic. Examining her, he could see that she was dripping wet. Beads of arousal were dripping from her pussy down to her puckered asshole. Dipping his head down, he dragged his tongue from her damp asshole, all the way up to her hardened clit. Hearing her lovely moans turned him on even more. Pulling the hood back, he exposed her sensitive clit to the air, making her gush and shiver. Encircling the tiny nub, he added suction and latched on. Using his tongue, he wiggled it against her clit as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Her body was already trembling as two of his fingers slid inside of her wet cavern. Once bottomed out, he curled his fingers upward and repeatedly rubbed them against her G-spot.
"Mon Dieu!" she cried out, gyrating her hips so that she was fucking herself on his hand. Harry smiled wickedly. He knew her body better than anyone. He had spent countless hours exploring every nook and cranny of her gorgeous form. There wasn't a place on her body that his tongue hadn't been. The wet squelching of his brutal fingering nearly drowned out her moans as her pussy clenched his thrusting fingers. He could feel her walls tightening around his digits as he continuously stimulated her special spot. Her toes curled and her back arched the closer she got to orgasmic bliss.
Fleur's eyes were fluttering as her belly began to coil. Her orgasm wasn't far off. A gasp left her mouth as her boss's tongue ran circles around her overly sensitive clit. His long fingers were continuously coaxing pleasure from her beautiful body as her wetness dripped down her pussy and over her asshole. Finally, she cried out and clenched around his fingers. Fleur grabbed his forearm to keep his hand from moving. She was too sensitive! Her body bucked and spasmed as she came around his fingers. After a moment, she flopped back onto the desk and breathed in deeply.
Harry chuckled as he watched her chest rising and falling steadily. The movement was doing wonderful things to her already glorious breasts. Not willing to wait any longer, the Minister unbuckled his trousers and pulled them off. Stroking his long cock a few times to make sure that he was as hard as possible, he grabbed her by the tops of her thighs and pulled her body into position. His huge cock now laid across her naked pussy, and as Fleur looked down she marveled at just how big it truly was. She had felt that beast in her many times, so she knew how deep that it would go. She moaned as he slapped his fat cock against her wet cunt repeatedly. Pressing the head against her clit, the intense pleasure made her squeal as he dragged his cockhead down until it easily slipped inside of her. All she could do was lay there as he used her body for his own pleasure. Lifting her legs up, he placed them over his shoulders as his hips began thrusting faster and faster. One of his hands slid up her body and groped her naked tits as they bounced and jiggled from the hard fucking that she was receiving. She mewled as his strong fingers grazed her hard nipples, and she cried out when he began repeatedly flicking them with his thumb.
When his other hand began toying with her clit, Fleur let out a shuddered whine as she pulled her legs from his shoulders. Opening them as wide as possible, her body practically begged him to be bred. The wet squelching from her wet pussy filled the room as he pistoned faster. Her body was jiggling in all the right places as her toes curled and face flushed.
" 'Arder, 'Arry!" she squealed as her pussy gripped him tightly. He was grunting and moaning as her silken pussy fluttered over his thick cock. Fleur cried out, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry grabbed her by the ass and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around him and trapped him inside. As his bloated balls pulsed, he spurted his thick seed deep inside of her. She leaned in and captured his lips as he filled her to the brim. She could feel his cum beginning to leak from her as her body trembled violently. After a minute or so, she was able to calm down and relax. Still wrapped around his body, she sighed in contentment. She loved her job.
Minister of Magic
As Harry stepped out of the Floo, he vanished the ash and soot that stuck to his robes. Pulling them off, he handed them to his House Elf to be cleaned and pressed. He stretched tiredly as he made his way up the Grand Staircase as his wife called it and into their room. Entering the bedroom, he spotted his lovely wife in bed reading. As she lowered her book and looked at him, she smiled and put the book aside. Harry returned the smile as he peeled off his clothes. Stripping naked, he got into bed with her.
"How was work today?" she asked as he dropped down next to her. She rolled over and threw a leg over him. Straddling him, she leaned down and kissed his jaw.
"Not bad. We got that deal done. You know … the one you asked for?" he said, breathing steadily as her lips explored his neck.
"The deal with Brazil about the exotic potion ingredients?" she asked for clarification. Harry nodded as his hands slid up her thighs and underneath the short, black nightgown that she was wearing. Daphne Potter was a very beautiful woman. Light-skinned with dark hair, she had large eyes and a big smile, though she didn't show off that smile very often. That was usually saved for her husband. Daphne squealed happily at the good news. She had plans and that deal was the first step. Wanting to thank him properly, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her gown. Lifting it up, she pulled it off of her body leaving her completely nude. His eyes immediately latched onto her perfect tits. Medium-sized and perky as hell, they were capped by hard, pink nipples that she loved to have sucked.
Daphne slid down her husband's body, her pussy dragging along him leaving wet streaks as her lips peppered his chest and belly with kisses. Once she got to his cock, she leaned down and sniffed him. Taking his cock in hand, she tapped the head against her cheek. "Have you been fucking Fleur again?" she asked.
"Maybe once or twice," Harry smiled, stroking her brunette hair.
"Perhaps you should invite her back. It's been weeks since I felt her tongue on my ass," Daphne responded, leaning down and taking his cock down her throat. Harry closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head. He reveled in the feeling of her slippery tongue against his cock as she bobbed her head. He could feel her face bumping into his belly as she took him all the way down. When he had gotten with her, she was very inexperienced when it came to sex. Harry happily taught her what he knew, and they even learned some things together. Since then, she had become an expert at deepthroating. Harry groaned as she hummed around his erect cock. Her small, dainty hands were working in tandem with her mouth. One was stroking him by the base of his cock while the other was busy massaging his balls. When she felt him shudder, she pulled off of him. She didn't want him to cum too quickly. Gathering saliva in her mouth, she dipped her head and spat right on the head of his cock. Straddling him again, she reached back and grabbed his cock. She pressed his saliva-covered head against her puckered hole and slowly sank down.
They moaned together as inch after inch slid into her hot, dry asshole, using only her spit as a lubricant. Taking him balls deep, she wiggled her hips before pulling up and dropping back down.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned in pleasure. "You're such an anal whore," he groaned, reaching out and pinching her nipples. Daphne shuddered and arched her back, presenting her lovely breasts to him. As his hands pinched, pulled, and rolled her hard, crinkled nipples, her hand was mercilessly rubbing her naked pussy. Her wetness coated her fingers as her juices leaked down and dripped on his lower belly. She squeezed her asshole tight around his invading girth, making her tremble while doing so. As his fingers played with her sensitive nipples, she was unable to take the pleasure and collapsed forward. Her husband wrapped his arms around her waist as his hips took over the movement. Back and forth they slid as he continued to penetrate her asshole deeply and determinedly. She was shuddering and mewling against his chest as he claimed her asshole.
Daphne squealed when he hit a wonderful spot deep inside of her. Her pussy was contracting, and she knew that she only had moments to go.
"Please cum in my ass!" she begged like a whore as he grunted and pushed deep inside of her. His hand gripped her asscheeks, and he pulled them apart as he injected his seed as deep as it could go. Daphne thrashed against him as he seeded her, her orgasm being one of the most powerful that she had had in weeks. It was so strong that she couldn't stop herself from drooling down his chest as he continuously cried out in pleasure. Once her asshole had milked his cock dry, he simply kept her on top of him and held her. They kissed passionately as he kept his cock in her. Only a few minutes later, she was sound asleep. Harry smiled and pulled himself from inside of her. Closing his eyes, soon he too was fast asleep.