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He gasped, feeling a month of his life leaving his body – a month that would never be his again. It was chilling, like a thousand atomic missiles.
"I can't go on with this," Harry managed to say.
Bent-over Fleur checked on him. "Harry? Everything okay?"
"Sure," Harry replied, breathless. "Sorry, I just..." Then he saw the look in her eyes. Wet. Warm. Pleading. Needy.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. "I need to take care of you," she whispered in his ear. "I need it right now."
They forgot about the groceries in the aisle.
SHE ACTUALLY LIVED nearby, and there were no one-way streets and very long lights to contend with, unlike his congested neighborhood. Nine and a half minutes later, Harry was at Fleur's house, on her deep red leather couch, with Fleur on his lap. Her living room was large and spacious, hidden behind two large walnut doors that she closed without ceremony. Beneath them lay a high-pile carpet the size of a swimming pool, soft and blue.
Her ass pressed into Harry's crotch, and his swollen cock pushed against his pants, eager to meet her.
"I've never felt anything like this before," Fleur whispered. Every word was a caress to Harry's ear and cheek, and her plush lips glided across his skin. "I feel like my soul is on fire, I need you so, so much..."
With every phrase, she interrupted her words with hot, easy movements grinding her perfect round ass on his throbbing cock. Her cheerleader work had perfected her abdominal muscle control over years of training.
Harry tried to keep up, but he was mostly just astonished. Every few seconds, he leaned in to kiss her hungrily or fondled her impressive breasts, but it was hard to maintain because she was so engrossed in it. Every touch, kiss, and caress made her tremble with what seemed like a lifetime of desire and abandonment. The look in her eyes was almost insane with desire; the Death Stone had really done a number on her.
"You're so damn hot," she moaned. "I can't believe how sexy you are..."
Her lips moved up and down Harry's neck, and eventually, her hands reached for his pants. She seemed somewhat surprised by his restraint and lack of initiative.
It wasn't a lack of desire, Harry wanted to tell her. He just had never been in such a situation before. He had no experience—zero, zip. In other words, he was a virgin about to lose his virginity to the hottest woman he had ever met. She was the woman he had fantasized about his whole life, the one who consumed his thoughts, the subject of countless hours of self-indulgence in the darkened apartment.
But when she grabbed his cock through his pants, his throbbing, needy, aching shaft and head, he felt the overwhelming need for climax almost consume him. He couldn't believe it. He was ashamed to admit it, but he was so aroused, so overwhelmed with desire that he was about to make himself come in his pants. Damn!
"I'd like to last as long as I want," Harry said, barely audibly. He hoped the sound waves wouldn't reach the stone in his pocket, as he certainly didn't want Fleur to hear it. "To be as hard as I want, whenever I want."
After a moment, the stone lit up again, indicating it was ready to accept the price. But Harry couldn't give away more of his life. It was too much, too hard. And he certainly wasn't going to take anything from Fleur.
So, it had to be his soul. How bad could it be to lose a piece of your soul? Almost as soon as he thought it, he felt it being ripped away, as if some spectral eyelash had snapped, breaking and tearing it from him. It hurt, but oddly, he felt better. In fact, he felt better than he had in a long time.
The guilt about breaking up her marriage was gone, as were the mixed feelings about tampering with her mind. It was the right thing to do. Fleur wanted him. Sure, he made her want him, but who cared? If she wasn't meant to be with him, then who was? Sure, she had a husband, but now she was going to have a real man, right? It was exactly what she needed.
Besides, her husband was a stupid jerk, fooling around with that goddess when he obviously would have been loved if he knew how to treat her right.
His cock swelled beneath her, fully under his control. With newfound confidence, he lifted her and threw her on the couch, where she giggled and squealed in anticipation. He dropped his pants, and his cock sprang free. Fleur watched him with open delight and wet lips, moaning, and her fingers danced in the air, gesturing for more. But was it his imagination, or did he detect a hint of disappointment in her eyes?
He understood her point of view. She had desired him so much, fantasized about the man of her dreams for so long, and then she saw his soldier standing at attention—there was nothing to be ashamed of, it fit perfectly with the average, but unremarkable, attention she deserved, right?
Did it make sense for it to be bigger, for her sake? She was so wonderful.
Familiar lines of obsession began to flicker in his gaze, sliding over her magnificent face, slender body, the glistening collarbones slick with sweat from her exertions. So many times, he had looked at her photos when she looked like this after cheerleading practice. Seeing her up close now, his knees grew weak, and his mind burned with helpless desire.
Harry Potter couldn't help but wrestle with his inner thoughts. Would he be selfish if he didn't give this beautiful woman a massive cock that could fully satisfy her? But what if it was... too big? Was that a possibility? Weren't there women with smaller vaginas? He vaguely remembered reading something like that in the Kama Sutra. He definitely didn't want to hurt her.
Yet, the glimmer of disappointment and a tiny hint of acceptance he witnessed in her eyes nagged at him. He stared at her with desire. She was the embodiment of beauty, and he couldn't believe the situation he had found himself in. How could he not take advantage of this opportunity? How could he deny this charming woman everything she deserved?
Harry couldn't resist any longer. He grabbed her legs and pulled down her pantyhose, using the action to muffle his words in front of her.
"I wish," he said softly, "that my cock was as big as I want it to be when I want it to be, and my cum and cum would change my partners to fit me perfectly." Another strike of his soul into the Death Stone; in his lust, he hardly felt it.
The transformation was immediate, and Fleur, already impatiently observing his growing excitement, noticed it instantly. Her eyes widened as his cock gained centimeters in length and girth, becoming hard, proud, long, and thick. It pressed firmly against her dripping wet pussy lips, where it hadn't before. Harry could feel new muscles forming in his abdomen, buttocks, and thighs to accommodate the added size and keep it steady. His once shapeless body was now gaining definition.
"Oh... fuck..." Fleur moaned, grabbing the air around him with her hands. "You need to... you need to put that in me, please?"
It was the reaction he had hoped for. Perhaps giving the Death Stone to an ordinary guy like him was a cosmic mistake, but what else could he do but give himself an impressive member and make himself irresistible to stunning women?
He left those questions for later as he slid into Fleur, admiring her tight smoothness. Her body adjusted to him, her abdomen rippled as he pushed deeper. Suddenly, she stiffened, gasped, and screamed, clutching his back.
"Oh my God, slow down, oh my God, I'm about to come..."
And it happened, her voice broke as she screamed his name in ecstasy. Harry brought his first woman to orgasm, the first woman he had ever had sex with, and she was beautiful. Confidence surged through him, riding the exciting pulses of her quivering, orgasmic body beneath him. Her bright eyes focused on him, seeking meaning, truth, understanding of what was happening.
Her pussy tightened around him, trying to squeeze his seed out of him, but Harry had control over when he would reach his peak. He wanted to see her climax again before he did.
He slowly withdrew a bit, then pushed back in, and she reached the climax once more. The amazement in her eyes doubled, and they sparkled like stars. She kissed him passionately, her voice dripping with pure sex appeal.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Her voice was undeniably seductive, and her accent drove him wild. What had he said? She didn't just fit his cock; she fit it perfectly.
And it seemed that "perfectly" meant "one stroke made her climax instantly." Harry didn't mind at all.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, though he didn't really mean it. Perhaps the lack of a soul made him unconcerned about her thoughts on his pace.
She vigorously shook her head. "Hell no, please, never stop... Please, don't stop!"
So he continued, fucking her with increasing intensity and fervor. With each thrust, each time, this beautiful masterpiece of a woman reached her peak for him and only him.
Harry couldn't help it, but he wanted more.
But he had to regain control. He should come first, he thought. He should release this eager, beautiful, professional cheerleader, make her his and impregnate her before she makes any hasty decisions. He was losing his mind, and making life-altering decisions in such a situation was unwise. His credit cards should be definitely banned from his hands.
However, he had the stone in his pocket, the one that could grant any of his wishes, provided he was willing to pay the price. And Fleur excited him more than anyone he had ever met. He desired her intensely. She was the woman he had fantasized about all his life – tall, dark-haired, busty, long-legged, and breathtaking. He needed more. He wanted his desires to shape their shared life, leaving behind everything that didn't align with his desires. Now she belonged to him, and he desired her completely.
"I want you to be completely in love with me," he moaned. Another piece of his soul paid the price. "Completely, hopelessly, boundlessly in love with me, and I want you to always be honest with me."
Fleur's eyes changed. She was no longer just with a hot, well-endowed stranger. She was with her love, her man, her one. She began to moan and sob.
"Oh fuck, I'm, I'm doing it, oh my God, I – babe, I love you –!"
Listening to her declarations of love was pure ecstasy for Harry. As they reached the peak of pleasure, Fleur's voice and thoughts seemed to slip away, drowning in the continuous delight that Harry's new member provided her tight, unspoiled body. He felt the light leaving his soul, replaced by darkness that only intensified his overwhelming love and desire for Fleur. It seemed like there wasn't much soul left to give without risking trouble, but Harry's desire soaked in longing for Fleur demanded more.
When Fleur's orgasms slowed to a manageable rhythm, Harry reluctantly withdrew from her, letting his cock soften to semi-hardness. He couldn't help but admire her still pulsating crotch as she eagerly stroked him, her tight waist and six-pack glistening with his cum. With determination, he stripped her of the remaining clothes, leaving her in only jewelry and heels. Fleur intuitively posed erotically for him, knowing he couldn't get enough of her.
"You're amazing," she complimented him, clearly enthralled and deeply in love. "I can't believe... I can't believe it. How is it possible that you're so amazing?"
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