This scene belongs at the beginning of chapter 8 of my book Cry Havoc part of my best Laid plans series

chapter 8.5 Fleur and Harry finally have some fun

Harry woke up staring at the ceiling of the master bedroom of his Hogsmeade home. As he fought off the drowsiness of one of the best night's sleep he had had in a long time, he tried to remember what was important about this morning. Unfortunately, the after effects of sleep were not so easy to throw off, and so he just lay there trying to poke his brain into spitting out an answer. He felt something shift under the covers and thought it had to be Hermione waking up, but Fleur had also joined them in his bed last night…but Fleur wasn't allowed to do that, was she? She considered it too great a temptation to join him while he was too young…too young, that was the key! He wasn't too young anymore, today was his sixteenth birthday. They had waited until midnight before all going to bed together. Harry relaxed into his pillow, the mystery solved.

There was more movement under the covers. Harry looked to the pillows either side of him to see which of his girlfriends was moving, but both pillows were empty. Just as he was going to question where they were, Harry felt a hand wrap itself around his morning wood and give him a few experimental pumps, then something he had never felt before, a soft kiss right on the tip of his cock. That was followed up by a small experimental lick, before he felt himself being taken into the mouth of who he assumed was Fleur. "God Fleur, that feels amazing," he moaned.

Fleur giggled, then pulled back so his cock sprang free of her lips. "How did you know it was me, Harry?" She asked before taking hold of him and putting his cock right back where she wanted it.

Harry hesitated a second, as normally he wouldn't say this to anyone, but Fleur was in a relationship with both him and Hermione. "Hermione has a thing about blowjobs, with condoms only."

Fleur gave a noise of understanding as she started to work her head up and down his shaft. Just about halfway down, Harry could feel the tickle of the back of her throat on his head. She slid back out totally in control, her suction squeezing him as she bobbed her head up and down. Harry couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure, and that must have done something for Fleur because she started to suck harder and bob her head faster. It was one of the most amazing things Harry had ever felt. Fleur then kicked it up a notch even higher as she started to massage his head with her tongue.

Harry pulled back the covers so that he could actually see Fleur and she looked up at him, her piercing blue eyes meeting his green ones and silently communicating that she had wanted to do this type of thing with him for a long time. Fleur only seemed to get more enthusiastic as she pumped her head up and down. Harry tried to hold back and he tried to warn her, but either Fleur didn't hear him or she was ignoring him, and despite trying not to, he exploded in her mouth. However, Fleur didn't seem put off at all and just started to swallow everything as Harry pumped out more and more.

Once Harry was done, Fleur ran her tongue over his entire dick, claiming every last drop of his cum before she released him and crawled up over the top of him before lowering herself to lay down on his chest, her thin sexy nightclothes doing nothing to hide the diamond-like point on her chest that betrayed her arousal. "Happy birthday Harry."

Harry wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, the only part of her he could reach. "Thank you," he said, trying to convey that he meant both the birthday wishes and the very happy wakeup call by tightening his arms around her and pulling her tighter into his chest. "How long until you need to leave for work?" he asked, wishing that she didn't have to go at all. Being a new employee, Fleur hadn't been able to get a day off so soon, but her supervisor had let her take a half day

"I need to leave in forty-five minutes. So fifteen minutes for us, fifteen minutes for me to get ready, and fifteen for me to have something to eat. What do you think, fifteen minutes, you up for it?" She challenged him.

Harry growled playfully at the minx laid out on top of him, and with his arms already wrapped around her he rolled them both so that now he was propped up on his elbows and she was trapped underneath him looking up into his eyes. Harry looked at her tenderly and asked. "Are you sure you're ready for this? We don't have long for any foreplay."

"Yes." That was all Fleur needed to say and Harry was immediately running kisses down her neck as he pushed Fleur's pink silky nightgown up from dancing around her thighs to above her breasts, exposing every inch of lightly tonned perfect skin. Harry's month went straight for one of the exposed nipples, kissing and licking the taught peaks, while his hand migrated south and figured out just how ready his girlfriend was. He began rubbing his fingers up and down the slick folds and Fleur let out a few moans of pleasure, encouraging little Harry to get back in the game after the first round.

After a few minutes, Fleur was squirming under Harry's touch, trying to press herself harder against him to increase the stimulation. Harry kept his touch light though, not wanting to detract from the main event. With how perfectly sexy his girlfriend was squirming under him, it didn't take long for him to be ready for round two. He positioned himself and used one hand to guide himself, looking at Fleur and wanting to make sure she was ready for this. When she nodded, he slid himself slowly inside.

Harry was being extra careful, he knew that before meeting him and Hermione, Fleur had been saving herself for the perfect Veela-bonded man she knew she had waiting for her. That plan had shifted when Hermione was added to the relationship, as there had been no reason for his girlfriends to hold back between themselves. Yet this was still Fleur's first time with a man, he didn't want to hurt her more than might be absolutely necessary.

Fleur seemed to have other ideas. As soon as Harry was in enough, she wrapped her legs behind his back and pulled herself closer to him and pushed him into her sex as deep as she could with one swift hurried motion. She let out a low moan that Harry was sure was from a mix of pain and pleasure. "'Arry, do not treat me like a porcelain doll," she growled, obviously stopping concentrating on her pronunciation as her French accent grew thicker. Harry had no problems with her accent, but Fleur took it as a point of pride that she would learn to pronounce the English words properly.

Harry leaned in and started to run a line of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, the delectable and sensitive peaks of her breasts pressed into his chest. Each kiss was a punctuation to a word of love and devotion. Harry took Fleur at her word and started to pump in and out of her, though he was still cautious. Fleur, however, quickly got into the act and was actively pulling them together, trying to get even more from him while almost demanding he go "harder," or "faster." Her arms wrapped around his back, holding on tight as she tried to push Harry into an animalistic frenzy.

For Harry it felt amazing; Fleur's insides were gripping him as tightly as they could, almost like they were trying to prevent him from leaving when he drew back to pump forward again. Harry soon found himself having to hold himself back. If this was going to be their first experience together he refused to leave Fleur unsatisfied. However, just as Harry was about to give up and let go, he felt a shift in Fleur. Her inner walls started to squeeze even tighter, and finally Harry knew he could let go. Fleur moaned in pleasure as Harry pushed himself as deep inside her as he possibly could for the last thrust into the slick sex of his lover, now in every sense of the word.

For both teens, their world exploded into orgasmic pleasure as Harry's seed exploded from him in burst after burst, and Fleur squeezed her eyes shut and held him even tighter, her arms and legs suddenly possessing an almost bestiary strength as she rode out the incredible sensations that were flowing from her sex to every part of her body. The two rode their peaks together, then collapsed into a pile of exhausted limbs and flesh. Harry had just enough mental will left to fall to the side a little so that he collapsed onto the bed next to his love instead of on top of her. Between pants for breath, Harry said "That, was, a lot, more…energetic, than I was, anticipating. How are you?"

Just as out of breath, Fleur limited herself to a one word answer, "Wow." They burst into breathless laughter at that.