Chapter 45 - Chapter 44
"Mmm… Monsieur, I am bored of zhis party. Please say we can abscond together and get away from all of zhese prattling, simpering fools. I would much rather spend ze rest of tonight with you and you alone~"
Dudley isn't surprised when Fleur presses her naked body against his and whispers such sweet nothings into his ear. The French Veela's offer is in fact par for the course… and it's not the first time that she's asked him if they could leave this party early. He's been very diligent about sternly telling her no until now though… after all, this isn't just any party.
Standing there in the middle of the Yule Ball, Dudley is very aware of the number of eyes on him at the moment. Or rather, the number of eyes on his Yule Ball date. As a point of fact, they aren't even in the actual physical middle of the Great Hall turned into a Ballroom. No, that was where the dancing was taking place, and Fleur and Dudley had already had their fill of that for the evening.
That didn't mean they weren't still the center of attention. After all, while the students of Hogwarts were no stranger to the nudity of the visiting French Veela Witches at this point in time, there was no denying they were eye catching, with Fleur being the most eye catching of all.
Not just because she was stark-naked without a care in the world, but also because she was Beauxbatons' Champion in the Triwizard Tournament. Indeed, by this point in the year, not only had the champions been chosen, but the First Task had already taken place. For Beauxbatons it was Fleur Delacour, for Durmstrang it was the Quidditch Celebrity Viktor Krum, and for Hogwarts it was Cedric Diggory of House Hufflepuff.
The First Task had come and gone, and Dudley had to admit… even he hadn't expected it to involve dragons. Still, while Fleur had done her best, her little lullaby melody had only worked up to a certain extent before the naked veela had had to beat a hasty retreat from an angry Welsh Green, golden egg tucked securely under her arm like a football.
Afterwards, Dudley had of course been all too happy to console her… and at the same time, secure her as his date for the Yule Ball. As a matter of fact, he hadn't even had to ask… Fleur had been the one to order him to take her to the Ball, saying she was sick and tired of fielding offers from stuttering, stammering, blushing fools.
Indeed, that was the other reason Fleur stood out from her fellow nudist veela. While the students of Hogwarts had gotten used to seeing naked French Witches parading around the place, they'd also gotten used to being able to hook up with any one of them without much fuss. It wasn't particularly difficult to get on one's good side as it turned out. Fleur's fellow Beauxbatons students had rapidly earned a sterling reputation as oversexed sluts.
By comparison, Fleur herself seemed paradoxically frigid to the students of Hogwarts. Or rather… more accurately, she had eyes for only one wizard in the entire school. Dudley Dursley himself. The impression he'd left on Fleur at the Quidditch World Cup had been quite the good one, because he'd found himself bedding her damn near every night since she and the rest of the Beauxbatons Contingent arrived.
He'd say it was taxing, that it was something of a chore… but the truth was, it was a duty he happily took to with gusto. Not just because of his plans to make her his wife one day, but also because… well, Fleur was who she was.
That said, he was not an idiot. While Fleur had not bedded a single other wizard since arriving at Hogwarts, preferring to stick to him and him alone, Dudley had needed a handful of stamina potions just to keep up with her. And if he didn't keep up with her, he was sure she would prove to be just as flighty as her fellow French Veela were.
Even now, after begging him with her beautiful blue eyes, Fleur's gaze darts away after a moment, starting to wander. Which means, given the number of people watching them and the number of wizards just waiting for even a hint of weakness… that it's time to go.
Wrapping his arm around Fleur's naked waist, Dudley grins.
"But of course, mademoiselle. In fact, I have the perfect place to continue this as a more… private party. Come with me."
Fleur's eyes immediately snap back to him, lighting up as the French Veela squirms in his grasp and licks her lips eagerly. Twirling them around, Dudley begins walking them out of the Great Hall, a bit of pep in his step and a sense of superiority radiating from every pore of his being. Sure, Fleur might not have won the First Task, but she was still the sexiest, most gorgeous bitch in the whole damn school. Let the others fight over the remaining French Veela in the Great Hall. They were but scraps compared to his catch.
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"Unf! Oui! Oui! Oui! Harder, Monsieur! Harder!"
Having reconvened to the Room of Requirement, Dudley pounds into Fleur's cunt with deep, powerful thrusts, grunting as he grasps at one of her perfectly sculpted, perfectly sized tits. He gives it a good, hard squeeze while he fucks her, all the while watching her face contort in the most beautiful of ways, pleasure and lust and abject ecstasy all present as her eyes roll around in her head.
He fucks her harder, as the lady requested, all the while pinching her nipple between his fingers, his other hand resting on her side to hold her steady. Grunting, Dudley does his best to make his mark on the sexy French bitch. A veela like her at her age was said to be very impressionable. By all rights, it seemed like she'd imprinted on him back during their very first encounter at the Quidditch World Cup. But that didn't mean Dudley wasn't taking any chances.
That said… as he plows her, he leans forward, until his face is inches from hers and his lips next to her ear.
"You should have received so many more points from the First Task, my dear. The judges robbed you because they were threatened by your beauty."
Fleur tenses for a moment and then clenches down around his cock all the harder, spasming as the positive affirmation makes her cum on the spot. Rolling her nipple in between his fingers, Dudley smiles softly, placing a gentle kiss upon her imminently kissable lips. She moans hungrily and leans up, trying to deepen the kiss, but Dudley doesn't let her, at least for the moment.
"You'll do even better next time, I bet. Do you know what the next task entails just yet?"
Forced to split her focus between the conversation at hand and the powerful dicking he's giving her, the oversexed veela slut pouts and also scowls a little bit, in between moaning up a storm for him.
"Mmhmm… water… it iz as you said, Dudley… zhey have it out for me!"
Water. Yeah, that was going to be rough. Water was most definitely NOT a veela's natural element. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Still… Dudley isn't here to put doubt in Fleur's head. He wants his wife to be strong. He also wants her to be submissive, but he doesn't really have to worry about that much. Fleur comes built for sex, and she submits to him and his cock readily and easily. In fact…
Pulling out of her, Dudley flips the beautiful French Veela over onto her front. Fleur gasps, happily lifting her hips into the air and arching her back in a beautiful motion that Dudley just has to drink in for a moment. At the same time, he brings his hands down on her beautiful booty, clapping her cheeks and giving them a good, solid grope as he drags her ass even higher up off the bed.
Then, once the proper angle has been achieved, Dudley slams home into Fleur's sopping wet snatch again, filling the veela witch with his cock once more as Fleur lets out a particularly wanton moan through those oh-so-fuckable pillowy lips of hers.
"You'll do great, Fleur. I'm sure you've already come up with a strategy, haven't you?"
As he fucks her, Fleur moans, nodding her head in response.
"Uh-huuuh… Oui, Dudley. I will… I will use ze Bubble-Head Charm so zhat I can breathe underwater."
He almost pauses at that, though catches himself at the last second. Keeping a relatively strong pace of fucking the gorgeous veela from behind while clapping her cheeks with his thrusting, Dudley frowns as he considers her words. The Second Task would involve water. Dudley didn't know much more than that… but the only significant body of water that he was aware of in the area was the Black Lake. And if that was where she was going…
"You might want to look for alternative methods of underwater breathing, my dear."
Twisting to look back at him, Fleur furrows her brow in between her moans and mewls. His cock continues to piston in and out of her cunt, but the French Veela shows surprising mental fortitude in being able to hold a conversation with him even as she's soundly fucked. But then, sex is practically a way of life for her people, so Dudley supposes it makes sense.
"Oh? Why do you say zhat, Dudley?"
Sighing, Dudley shrugs.
"If it's to be underwater, it'll be in the Black Lake. And I'll tell you right now… water is the least of your worries in those murky depths. You're going to want something not based on your own magic to either back up the Bubble-Head Charm or replace it entirely. You're also going to want a way to secure your wand if possible… maybe some sort of bracelet that will keep it locked to your wrist even if it falls from your hand. And you're going to want a strong source of light. I could get you a diver's head lamp from the muggle world, if you wished."
In fact… he could get her all sorts of equipment from the muggle world. That was one of the best parts about straddling both worlds like he did. Though, the idea of Fleur dressed in full diver's gear with a couple of oxygen tanks didn't really work in his head. Not only because she hated to be clothed in ANY way and preferred to be naked as much as possible, but also because the oxygen tanks would represent too delicious a target to the denizens of the Black Lake.
Not to mention how people from the magical world would respond to seeing her show up in such gear. No… it was better not to even bring up the idea, seeing how Dudley knew she wouldn't go for it in the first place and that convincing her to do so in the long run was a bad idea. The head lamp though…
"You would… a-ah, you would do that for me, Dudley?"
Fleur's voice sounds surprisingly vulnerable, and Dudley blinks as he looks to the French beauty he's currently plowing to see her looking shockingly misty eyed. He chuckles and leans down to give her a quick kiss on the lips… but this time, when Fleur hurriedly reaches back, grabs him by his hair, and forcibly deepens the kiss, he doesn't stop her.
Their tongues swap spit as she twists around to makeout with him while he fucks her from behind. All the while, Dudley's cock surges forward, throbbing and pulsating with need inside of her hungering twat. She's just so fucking perfect in every way. Maybe not the smartest witch he knows… that has title has to go to Tiffany Umbridge at this point.
But Fleur is still glorious in so many other ways. And her beauty is unmatched save for by her own family members. Needless to say, fucking her like this is just the icing on an already amazing cake. Helping her… well, that's just gravy.
When they finally pull apart for air, Dudley gives Fleur a soft smile.
"Yes, I would do that for you Fleur. I'd do anything for you. After all… I love you."
Fleur's eyes widen at the shocking declaration. Dudley, deciding that this isn't the best position for such words, pull out of her again and flips her back over onto her back. As he enters her again, he leans in close, grasping BOTH of her tits this time, giving them a good, solid kneading as he gets so close that their noses are almost touching.
"Fleur Delacour. I love you."
It wasn't… completely a lie. It wasn't ALL manipulation. He did love her… or rather, he loved certain parts of her. And most of all, he loved what bedding and eventually wedding her would mean for his future. Tying the Dursley Family to the Delacour Family… well, the holidays were sure to be VERY enjoyable if nothing else.
Regardless, in that moment he's sincere enough. Fleur certainly has no clue the depth and depravity of his plans for her as his lovely, submissive wife. Fuck, just imagining her barefoot and pregnant with his baby is enough to nearly make Dudley blow his load right then and there.
Suddenly wrapping her arms around his neck, Fleur is panting as she finally finds the words to respond.
"… I love you too, Dudley Dursley~"
And then she's kissing him again, and Dudley surges inside of her, coming to his release a few moments later. His seed fills her directly, causing Fleur to experience an explosive orgasm of her own all over his cock. She shudders and quivers beneath him, even as Dudley holds her to the bed for a moment before pulling back.
The moment his cock leaves her cunt, Fleur Delacour is up on her hands and knees again, this time facing him as she lowers her mouth to his dick and eagerly… downright ravenously begins to suck his cock clean. She doesn't have to be told. She doesn't have to be cajoled. No, Fleur LOVES cleaning up after sex with him. She loves swirling her tongue around his glans and swiping every last bit of mess their combined juices have created down her tight little throat.
Just one of the many reasons that Dudley is confident he's going to wife this bitch. Fleur Dursley. Heh, had a nice ring to it, even if Fleur Delacour sounded better. But then, that was part of the appeal. He wouldn't necessarily ruin Fleur like he had say… Hermione. But Dudley was who he was at the end of the day. And tarnishing this beautiful French bitch just a little bit with his somewhat nasty family name was par for the course, really.
At the same time though, he pledged to do everything in his considerable financial power to help Fleur win the next two Triwizard Tasks. After all, a woman who was to be his wife should be somewhat successful. And having the first Triwizard Champion in two hundred years as his trophy wife would certainly be a feather in his cap, wouldn't it?
Placing a hand atop Fleur's head, resting it there but letting her continue her enthusiastic work, Dudley just smiles down at the eager veela sucking his cock. He smiles… and he plots.