"Fleur?"
Fleur jumped up from her desk in her room in the Beauxbatons carriage. She'd honestly spent so much time spending the night in Harry's dorm that her room had started to become unfamiliar to her again. It felt wrong being in here without Harry's smell or the red and gold drapings of the Gryffindor rooms. Maybe that was why she hadn't even heard anyone open her door.
Hermione was stood very tentatively in the threshold, not quite entering yet. Everything about her body language told Fleur that she was nervous, although she didn't flag when Fleur's gaze landed on her. She didn't have her wand in her hand, and Fleur didn't detect the usual hostility coming from her.
"Yes?" Fleur replied cordially, snapping her book on defensive hexes closed and dropping it on her desk before she turned her chair around to face Hermione.
"Can I come in?" Hermione asked, biting her lip.
Fleur nodded, and Hermione stepped inside. She closed the door quickly behind her and turned back to Fleur.
"I never did thank you for saving me from Crouch," Hermione said quietly. "So, thank you."
They'd hadn't really talked much in the last couple days since they had taken the man down. Harry had been so terribly concerned over Hermione's health, and he spent every waking minute taking care of her and making sure that she was okay like a dutiful boyfriend would. Hermione had basked in the attention that Harry doled out to her, but something had been eating at her too. Fleur had figured that she was just struggling with the realisation that she could have died if things had gone differently, but maybe it had more to do with the fact that Fleur had been the one to save her rather than Harry.
"There's no need to thank me," Fleur told Hermione sincerely. "We're all working together as a team now. I wouldn't let you get killed on my watch."
Hermione cringed at the word 'killed.' "Then you've been a better woman than I've been."
"I seriously doubt you'd let me die either," Fleur frowned at her.
Hermione just shrugged awkwardly. "Maybe not, but I can't say that I didn't wish you'd be put in a position like that, even if it was when I was sad and angry that Harry's been spending so much time with you."
Fleur was surprised at how candid Hermione was being. Every time they'd spoken before, Fleur felt like she had carefully analyze Hermione's true intentions and motives. Even after Harry had got them to work together, Fleur hadn't let her guard down around her. But now, Hermione seemed genuinely honest.
She didn't want this to turn into a pity party for Hermione though. It was always easier to get on someone's good side with sympathy instead. "I know it can't have been easy for you with a new girl suddenly in his life," Fleur replied.
"He's been with other girls before," Hermione told Fleur. This wasn't a surprise to her; Harry had been quite candid about his sexual history, and how Fleur ranked at the top of it alongside Hermione. "He's fucked quite a few here at Hogwarts, and even a couple from Durmstrang soon after they arrived here at Hogwarts, but he's always moved on from them after a shag or two. You're the only one that's different."
"You are too," Fleur pointed out. "You've been with him since the start, no?"
"I guess," Hermione admitted. "I always knew that Harry was going to fuck other people—even I can't keep up with all of his urges. I just never expected him to find anyone else he could be as close to as he was to me." She paused, and took a step forward. "I'm sorry for how I've treated you. I was wrong about you, and I should have trusted that you'd be good for Harry. You've treated me better than I deserve. I only hope I can make up for my behaviour one day."
Finally! This was everything that Fleur had been waiting to hear from her—an admission that Hermione was wrong to try to push Fleur out. Frankly, Fleur knew that how she had interjected herself into Harry's life wasn't fair to Hermione and that Hermione was just acting out because of that. Fleur would have done far worse if she'd been in Hermione's shoes.
But none of that mattered to Fleur. Fleur was a dominant woman, and from the first time she'd laid eyes on Hermione, Fleur had known that Hermione was subservient. She was subservient to Harry, and if they wanted to make this three-way relationship work, she'd need to learn to be subservient to Fleur's will too. That was why Fleur was glad to hear Hermione's apology; it was the first step to establishing the proper order in their relationship.
As long as Hermione fulfilled her role, Fleur would be content to have her beside her and Harry.
"Thank you," Fleur said graciously. "I hope this means that we can start building a healthy relationship together, especially where Harry is concerned."
Hermione seemed pleased, if a little bit tentative, with Fleur's response. "I hope so too."
Fleur eyed up Hermione. Though she'd watched Harry fuck Hermione a few times in private before, she'd never been allowed to touch her. "Come here," Fleur urged Hermione.
Hermione seemed a little confused but did as Fleur asked. There were no other chairs nearby, so there was nowhere for her to sit, and Fleur made no attempts at getting up out of her seat.
Instead, Fleur spread her legs slightly and patted the top of her thigh. "Sit down."
Hermione's face lit up in a deep, red blush as her eyes flickered between Fleur's smiling face and her lap. "I-I-…" Hermione stuttered, taking a nervous step back. Fleur just cocked her head to the side and watched her move. "Sorry, you want me to do what?" Hermione asked.
"I want you to sit on my lap," Fleur answered. "Right now."
A war seemed to wage in Hermione's mind over how to proceed. It was clear that this was new territory for her, but she didn't want to upset Fleur either. So, once a decision was made in her mind, she strode over, smoothed out her skirt, and sat down on Fleur's lap. She was sat sidesaddle facing Fleur.
Fleur adjusted herself by wrapping her arms around Hermione's waist and looking up into her soft brown eyes. She'd always thought that Hermione was cute, especially when she was begging for Harry in the bedroom. She looked so adorable right now as she looked everywhere except into Fleur's eyes. Fleur had never seen her so flustered.
"I was thinking about something I could do for Harry before the Third Task," Fleur began to explain to Hermione. "I want to show him how much I love and care for him, and I bet that you were planning something similar, right?"
Hermione nodded shyly.
"Well," Fleur grinned. "I think I've found just the thing that both of us can give him."
Hermione wasn't a fool; she knew exactly what Fleur was suggesting, and it made her face redden in embarrassment even more. Her mouth opened and she tried to let out a stuttering protest, but Fleur cut her off.
"There's no need for modesty. We've both seen each other naked and having sex before, and I bet you've watched Harry fuck plenty of other girls," Fleur pointed out. "But am I right in assuming that you've never been with any of those girls before?"
Again, Hermione nodded while she nervously wrung her hands together.
"Imagine what a pleasurable surprise it could be for him," Fleur murmured huskily, leaning a little closer to Hermione. "He'd love to see the both of us together like that, and he'd love it even more once we started touching him together. Wouldn't you like that too?"
"I don't know," Hermione answered quickly.
"Not until you try," Fleur added. "You've seen the way I can make Harry squirm from what I do with my mouth. Imagine what it could do to you."
That seemed to be too much for Hermione. She jumped up out of Fleur's lap, and Fleur let her go. Hermione started pacing back and forth nervously in thought. "But . . . I . . ." She trailed on and on, never seeming to come to any real conclusions. She'd glance back at Fleur every few seconds and then look away in embarrassment. Fleur just watched her, leaning back in her chair and waiting for her to come to her own conclusions.
Eventually, Hermione seemed to settle down a bit, but she seemed no closer to an answer than she had been before. "I don't know," she finally said.
"Would you like to try it in private here first?" Fleur suggested as her fingers fiddled with the buttons of her top. She made it through the first few just so that she could show off a bit of her creamy cleavage and the top of her semi-sheer, white bralette.
Fleur felt pleased when she saw Hermione's gaze focus in on the curve of her breasts, and then up to her pouty red lips. Fleur didn't shy away from her gaze, even when Hermione looked into her eyes. Fleur could see the intrigue in Hermione, and the desire, and the lust.
Fleur got to her feet then and slowly walked over to Hermione. She seemed frozen in place as Fleur approached. Fleur got as close as she could to Hermione, barely leaving more than two inches in between their faces.
"You need to say that you want this, Hermione," Fleur said softly. "If you do, I'll give you a taste of me. If you like it, then we can go give Harry a show that he'll remember for the rest of his life."
Hermione bit her lip, and Fleur knew that she had her.
Hermione gave a shy nod, but that wouldn't do. Fleur needed to assert herself.
"I need you to tell me with your words," Fleur said, letting her nose brush against Hermione's. Hermione's lips puckered into a kiss, and she instinctively moved to meet Fleur's lips, but Fleur pulled back teasingly just out of reach. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
Hermione was breathing heavily now. "I want you to touch me."
"Where?"
"Everywhere."
"Pick a place to start."
"My lips."
"Do you want me to kiss them?"
"Y-"
Fleur kissed Hermione before she could get her last word out. It caught her off guard and had the added effect of taking her breath away. Fleur put everything into that kiss that she had to offer. She was forceful and dominant as she pushed her tongue into Hermione's mouth and started battling with her tongue. Hermione moaned excitedly into the kiss and started to kiss Fleur back.
Grabbing Hermione's wrists, Fleur guided her hands underneath Fleur's shirt to the soft skin below. Hermione's hands cringed away at the touch, but Fleur held her there for a second longer before releasing her wrists. Hermione didn't try to pull her hands away this time when she touched Fleur's smooth belly. In fact, she started to let her hands tentatively roam in small circles.
Fleur was more than pleased with Hermione's progress. The two of them were kissing passionately, but Fleur didn't touch Hermione more than that. She'd wait until Hermione begged her to touch her some more, and only then would she do it.
It didn't take as long as Fleur expected for Hermione to ask for more. Their lips broke apart with a loud, wet sound. Hermione had a goofy expression of lust on her face that reminded Fleur a lot of how Harry looked whenever she surprised him. However, despite how risque their kiss had been and the fact that Hermione still had her hands underneath Fleur's shirt, Hermione's embarrassment seemed to return again as she looked up at Fleur.
"Can you . . . touch me?" Hermione asked nervously.
"I can," Fleur teased.
Hermione looked annoyed with that response and the fact that she'd have to make herself explicitly clear when she knew that Fleur understood what she wanted. "Please, Fleur," Hermione whinged. "I want you to touch me and make me feel good."
That was better, but not perfect. Given time, Fleur was sure that she'd get Hermione to turn into the foul-mouthed slut that she was when Harry was doing things to her, but she supposed that this was a good enough first step.
Fleur placed her hands on Hermione's hips and let her fingers tease the girl's waistband. But, just as Hermione's breathing was starting to pick up the pace again, Fleur let go of her. "Why don't we go find Harry and let him watch this," Fleur suggested.
Hermione whined at the loss of Fleur's hands against her skin. "Yes, okay," Hermione responded quickly. "I just—" She stopped herself.
Fleur smiled at the reaction she was getting. Despite popular belief, Veela could have quite the stimulating effect on women as well as men. Hermione had a strong enough will to resist it, but it was clear from the way that she was reacting that she had chosen to succumb to the feelings of pleasure that Fleur's allure could bring.
Fleur took Hermione's hand—even that little bit of physical touch seemed to perk Hermione up—and headed for the door.
"He'll be in the Common Room," Hermione told Fleur as she walked alongside her.
That was perfect, Fleur decided.
The two of them hurried into Hogwarts, rushing past countless students who stared curiously at the two flushed women. They raced to the Gryffindor Common Room, Fleur filled with excitement and Hermione with nervous yet eager energy.
Hermione called out the password to the portrait and let Fleur lead them inside. The Common Room was quiet, almost devoid of anyone barring Harry and a few other students who were quietly reading.
When Harry saw the two of them together, Fleur noticed the spark of worry in his eyes. Then he saw their hands clasping each other's, and all of his worries seemed to fade. An easy smile came across his lips as Fleur marched right over to him with Hermione in tow.
"We need to talk upstairs," Fleur explained to him.
Harry gave her a curious look but acquiesced nonetheless. "All right," he said as he stood up. The three of them hurried upstairs. Harry and Fleur didn't mind the looks that went their way from the other students, but Hermione seemed quite embarrassed by it all.
"Privacy charms?" Harry asked them, still curious as to what was going on.
"All of them," Fleur replied.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her. She knew that they only used all of them whenever they were having sex since it'd keep the other men in Harry's year out of the dorm, but Harry didn't seem to recognize the embarrassed blush on Hermione's face for what it was. He waved his wand and raised the charms.
"On the bed," Fleur commanded Hermione, gesturing with her free hand.
Hermione hesitated only for the briefest moment as she cast a look over towards Harry before listening to Fleur's command.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, subtly stepping in between the two of them in case something else had gone wrong in his absence.
"Hermione and I were talking-"
"Dear Merlin," Harry replied, his eyes widening comically in jest.
Fleur chose to ignore him. "And we wanted to show you something."
"Okay," Harry said slowly, looking down at Hermione who was back to her shy self. "What is it that you want to show me?"
With a flick of her wand, Fleur conjured a chair beside Harry's bed. "Sit," she directed him.
Harry humored her, sitting down in the comfortable armchair. Once he was settled, Fleur placed her wand carefully on Harry's bedside table and climbed onto the bed with Hermione.
Hermione was laying back with her head against the pillows. She was too still for Fleur's liking, but she knew that her tongue would solve that problem in short order. Fleur crawled on her hands and knees above Hermione until their faces were inches apart again. This time, Hermione seemed much more eager for Fleur's lips to be on hers, but she was still shooting nervous glances at Harry, waiting to see his reaction. For his part, Harry had sat up a little straighter, concerned as to where this was going, but he picked up on the situation quickly.
Fleur kissed Hermione then, making sure to hold back her silvery-blond hair so that Harry was treated to a view of their lips meeting. Hermione relished in the feeling of Fleur's lips against hers, and Fleur made sure to play up all of the delicious wet smacking sounds their lips made every time they broke apart before they kissed each other again.
It wasn't until Fleur started working away on the buttons of her shirt that Harry said anything.
"When the hell did this happen?" He exclaimed.
"About twenty minutes ago," Fleur replied in between kisses. She sat up on Hermione's lap as the younger woman stared up at her in a lust-fueled daze. Fleur unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way and let it fall back off of her shoulders and onto the bed. She didn't waste any time in pulling off her bralette right after, and then removing the pin from her skirt. She wanted to be nearly bare before Harry so that he could have both the pleasure of seeing it and Hermione tremble as she reduced her into a puddle of goo on the bed.
Hermione was enraptured at the sight of Fleur's body. Anytime Harry had fucked Fleur in front of Hermione before, Hermione had purposefully looked away or, if ordered to watch by Harry, would have an angry expression on her face. This time, Hermione drank in all of Fleur's curves from the way her hips flared out to her perky, full breasts to her rosy-pink nipples that were already pebbling.
Hermione was still in her school uniform, and that was just how Fleur wanted her. Let her play the role of the good girl in front of Harry as Fleur made her scream in pleasure.
The sound of Hermione's panting filled the air as Fleur's hands started to roam down her body. Fleur only touched her through her clothes, but she was precise enough with her touches that it was still incredibly stimulating. Hermione started squirming around on the bed, staring up at Fleur with almost reverence in her eyes as Fleur eked out every bit of pleasure she could out of Hermione.
Fleur arched her back as leaned back down to kiss Hermione deeply one last time. Hermione's lips clung to hers, even when Fleur tried to pull away. Hermione was desperate for Fleur's touch, just as it should be, but Fleur was the one who was going to set the pace, not her.
With her arse in the air, Fleur scooted back down the bed a bit until she was confidently in between Hermione's thighs. The girl's musty scent filled Fleur's nose, and when she flipped her skirt up, Fleur could see the very visible sign of her arousal on her panties.
"She's so wet for me," Fleur cooed, glancing over at Harry.
There was a wild look of lust in Harry's eyes as he leaned forward with interest. Fleur parted Hermione's thighs so that he too could see just how soaked her panties were. If she wasn't there right now, Fleur was sure that Harry would have dived right in and started licking Hermione then, but he was too curious to intrude yet.
"Please," Hermione whimpered, her thighs quaking slightly.
"We talked about this," Fleur reminded Hermione gently. "You have to be specific with what you want."
Hermione sucked in a deep breath and looked over at Harry for approval. He gave the slightest of nods. "I want you to touch my pussy," she said softly.
Fleur did exactly that. She ran a single finger down Hermione's cloth-covered slit, pressing her damp panties into her pussy so that it was perfectly outlined. Hermione went completely still at the touch and then let out the most sultry moan Fleur had heard yet.
"More," Hermione panted, her hands gripping the bedsheets.
"More what?" Fleur replied.
"Touch my pussy more," Hermione whined. "Please, I need it so badly."
Fleur grinned and looked over at Harry again. "She can be such a good girl," she told him. "It's no wonder you took her as your slut."
Hermione moaned breathlessly as Fleur touched her again. She was being conservative with her touches, only ever grazing her clit and never pushing into her vagina itself, but it seemed to be driving Hermione crazy nonetheless.
It was driving Harry crazy too. He seemed entranced as he watched Fleur turn Hermione into a puddle of goo on his bed, and the erection in his trousers was clear to see. Fleur was surprised he hadn't started touching himself yet—maybe he feared finishing too soon.
As Fleur continued to touch Hermione, she slowly moved her mouth closer and closer to Hermione's crotch. Hermione didn't react until she could feel Fleur's hot breath misting across her skin, and then her head shot up to stare down at Fleur.
Fleur looked back up at Hermione from in between her thighs. She pulled her panties to the side ever so gently, revealing Hermione's puffy, red pussy to the air. Her juices were flowing freely and sat atop her skin all around her pussy.
Fleur waited there, just staring up at Hermione and her heaving chest. The girl knew what Fleur was waiting for, but she seemed to have a hard time finding the right words.
"Can you lick me?" Hermione asked.
The tentative way she asked was just adorable to Fleur. "I can," Fleur teased, letting her finger start to circle Hermione's pussy.
"You're going to give her an aneurysm," Harry chuckled from his chair. He was leaning forward now, watching everything with a perfect view.
"She needs to learn to ask for what she wants," Fleur countered. She looked back at Hermione. "So, ask me."
"Fleur," Hermione sucked in a deep breath. "Can you please lick my pussy? I'm so close."
There was no need to reply with words when actions would suffice. Fleur gave Hermione a long lick right up her slit and then flicked her tongue against Hermione's clit.
The reaction was immediate as Hermione howled in pleasure. Her thighs shook and her upper body twisted on the bed as a look of delight overcame her face.
Fleur didn't stop there though; she let her tongue roam freely along Hermione's pussy, making sure to lick up all of the girl's delicious juices and to focus in on her clit just when it seemed like Hermione was about to regain her composure. Her fingers were busy teasing her hole too. Fleur gently probed the inside of her pussy—something that was easily done with how wet Hermione was—and searched around for her G-spot.
If she hadn't seen Harry do it to Hermione several times now, Fleur would have sworn that Hermione had never been eaten out before in her life. She was a right mess on the bed as she cried out over and over again and let out sweet moans that were like music to Fleur's ears.
Hermione barely lasted a minute under the constant assault of Fleur's tongue. The brunette erupted suddenly in a silent scream as her pussy contracted around Fleur's delicate fingers and her body shook with a force that only a truly powerful orgasm could bring.
Fleur was quite pleased with herself as she sat back to watch her handiwork. She used her fingers to keep rubbing Hermione's clit as she watched the waves of pure bliss wash over Hermione's face. Even Harry wasn't immune to the sight as Fleur heard him groaning beside her.
"This is so fucking hot," Harry moaned. He had shed his clothes in the time it had taken for Hermione to reach her orgasm, and he was stroking his throbbing hard cock in his hand.
Fleur wanted nothing more than to take his thick member into her mouth and swallow his salty seed, but she knew that if she wanted this three-way relationship to work out, she had to share him sometimes. "Why don't you fuck her then? After all, she's yours," Fleur pointed out.
Somehow, the hungry expression on Harry's face only grew. And it continued to grow when Hermione finally opened her eyes, spread her legs, and held out her arms for Harry.
Fleur backed off the end of the bed as Harry took her place in between Hermione's thighs. He wasted no time in lining up his cock with Hermione's pulsing entrance before burying himself completely to the hilt.
Hermione let out a breathless moan as she was so suddenly filled, and Harry let out his own sound of pleasure at finally having his cock somewhere it belonged.
Fleur pressed her large breasts against Harry's back and reached around him to yank up Hermione's top. Hermione helped her out by pulling her bra up too and revealing her jiggly breasts for Harry's vision. "Make her scream your name," Fleur whispered into Harry's ear.
The sound of Harry's balls smacking off of Hermione's ass was delightful, as were her cries of pleasure as Harry repeatedly plunged his cock deep into her pussy. Harry was relentless, driven by a deep, needy lust to fuck Hermione. Hermione seemed just as caught up in that lust too as she screamed and moaned and squeezed her breasts in her hands as Harry ravaged her pussy.
Fleur kept herself pressed up against Harry's back, shouting words of encouragement as he fucked Hermione. "Show your slut how fucking good you are!"
Harry sped up faster, and he had to lean over top of Hermione to maintain his balance. His pounding was rough and delightful, and Fleur loved egging him on and seeing the looks of pleasure on his face. She didn't even mind that he was fucking her right now; she knew that she'd get her turn soon enough.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Hermione squealed.
"Merlin, Hermione," Harry groaned, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to hold on for longer. "You're killing me."
"You're so big!" Hermione moaned. She dropped one of her hands to her clit and started rubbing furiously while Harry kept ramming his cock into her pussy.
The sight was so erotic that Fleur couldn't help but start to touch herself too. She'd already grown wet from eating out Hermione and showing off in front of Harry, but this was a completely new level of excitement. It felt so different to all the times she'd watched Harry fuck Hermione before. It was like she was a part of it now.
Fleur saw the signs of Harry's impending orgasm before he loudly announced it. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned.
"Fill me up!" Hermione shouted. "Oh fuck, Harry, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"
With a sudden, sharp gasp, Harry slammed his hips forward and erupted inside of Hermione's pussy. She started to cum around him too, barely minutes after her first orgasm. Fleur watched on with three fingers pumping furiously in and out of her pussy, leaning back so that she could see right where Harry and Hermione's bodies met. She loved the sight of Harry's cock throbbing as it spilled his delicious white seed inside of Hermione.
A minute later, Harry pulled out of Hermione. They were both still panting for breath, but they'd managed to recompose themselves just a little. They shared a moment as they stared into each other's eyes lovingly before Harry leaned down and kissed Hermione's lips.
Then, he sat up fully and looked over at Fleur. "Your turn," he said, his eyes roaming her naked body. "Get on top of Hermione."
Fleur glanced at Hermione for confirmation, but the girl was too lost in her post-orgasmic bliss to take note of the world around her.
So, on her hands and knees, Fleur climbed over top of Hermione. She could see Harry's cum starting to drip out of her pussy as she got into position with her ass in the air.
Harry climbed right behind her, and Fleur trembled with excitement as she felt his slick cock poke her ass. Finally, she was going to get what she'd been waiting all day for!
Unlike with Hermione, Harry took his time with her. He got the tip of his cock lined up with her slick pussy lips and barely pushed the head inside. When he didn't move after a second, Fleur tried to push herself down on his cock, but he grabbed her hips and held her in place.
"I love looking down at your toned back and your perky ass," Harry groaned and ran his thumbs along her plump ass cheeks. "How does Hermione look below you?"
The two women's gazes met one another. Fleur smirked at the panting, exhausted look on Hermione's face. "Like she's been thoroughly fucked."
"And how does Fleur look above you?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Like a goddess," Hermione breathed out.
"You two should have had sex together sooner," Harry chuckled. "I'm glad that my two precious girls are getting along now."
Finally, he pushed inside of her, and Fleur let him know just how much she enjoyed it. She let her back arch naturally as she pressed her ass back against his crotch until he was fully buried inside of her.
No matter how many times he fucked her, Fleur never got tired of the feeling of his thick cock inside of her. She could feel the thrum of pulse beating inside of her, her walls being stretched out wonderfully, and the pleasurable sensations of her body telling her that this was how she should always be. Her body was meant for Harry, and he was meant for her. It was the most natural feeling in the world to have his cock pumping in and out of her pussy, and she knew that as long as she had this in her life, she'd be a happy woman.
Harry didn't move until Fleur wriggled her ass against him, alternating which cheek was squished against his hips. He readjusted his grip, letting his fingers press into her slender waist, and then reeled back before slamming forward.
"Yes!" Fleur hissed in delight. Her body could take whatever rough punishment Harry wanted to deal out with his cock. It made her feel electric and alive!
Harry's thrusts gained speed and force, making Fleur's body jiggle above Hermione. Hermione was staring up at Fleur with lust, and it wasn't long before she wrapped her arms around Fleur's back and pulled her torso down.
Keeping her ass in the air, Fleur let herself be brought down until her breasts were squished up against Hermione's. Harry never slowed his brutal pace, and his thrusts were so strong that they were now rocking both Fleur and Hermione on the bed. Hermione tried to kiss Fleur, but they couldn't maintain contact for longer than a couple seconds before Harry would jostle them apart with another strong thrust.
Truthfully, Fleur wasn't sure if she could even kiss Hermione right now. Her pussy was feeling too good with Harry's cock pounding away inside of it, and it was making her brain melt. She felt herself panting like a bitch in heat. She loved that he could make her this way—Veela were normally the ones who made men feel like this, not the other way around.
"Fuck!" Fleur screamed when his balls smacked off of her clit. A tremor wracked through her body, and Hermione had to hold in place lest she fall to the side. Harry smacked her ass hard with his hand, surely leaving an imprint there, and kept ramming her pussy with his powerful thrusts. She clenched up around him in response, and the curse that left Harry's lips was sweeter than even the best pastries in Paris.
The wet sounds of Harry's cock pumping in and out of her pussy melded perfectly with the sounds of their moans. Fleur literally felt herself starting to drool from the pleasure as her pussy started to desperately try to make Harry cum. She wished this could last forever, but she also wanted so badly for him to fill her up with his seed. It always left her feeling so nice and warm and full inside, and she wanted to experience it as many times as she could before the Third Task.
Fleur's desperate arousal screamed out for more. "Pound my tight little pussy, Harry!" She screamed into Hermione's shoulder. "I want to feel you fill me up with your sticky, hot cum!"
The next thrust he gave made Fleur's toes curl up. "You're so needy," he teased her, but the effect was undercut by the strain in his voice as he tried to hold on.
"Only for you!" Fleur cried. She reached back behind herself and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide apart so that Harry could get as deep inside of her as possible.
"Give it to her, Harry!" Hermione suddenly added to the noise. "Breed your Veela slut!"
Fleur could have kissed Hermione right then. She would have if she still had that much fine motor control, but the pleasure was starting to overwhelm her. Her orgasm was just about to hit, and she could already feel her pussy starting to spasm.
"Fuck!" Fleur screamed as Hermione ran her arms up and down her back. Her pussy clenched around Harry's cock so tightly that she didn't know how she didn't crush it.
Harry slammed forward one final time and collapsed on top of Fleur with a roar.
Through the haze of her orgasm, Fleur felt the wonderful sensation of her lover's cum firing deep inside of her pussy. She could feel her body milking him for every little drop, and her pussy was locked so tightly around his cock like it didn't want a single drop to spill out. Her pussy pulsed in time with his cock, draining him thoroughly until she couldn't feel any more spurts coming.
When Harry pulled out of her, Fleur let out a deep sigh of happiness. She was a cum-filled, sweaty mess, but she was Harry's cum-filled, sweaty mess. Anything was worth it to feel like this.
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