Secret of the Male Veela
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"Losers try their best; winners go home and fuck the high school prom queen!"
Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Parting Gifts for Harry (Part I)
Presently, he was standing with his two best friends, trying to ignore the discomfort and tensions between them. After his over the top speech at the leaving feast, Hermione had tried to give him a thorough talking, to which an irritated and still impassioned Harry responded with what essentially could be translated to: 'NOYB - None of your business.' Needless to say, the bushy haired bookworm didn't take that too well. To his credit, Harry did feel bad about giving his friends the cold shoulder, but he simply couldn't bring himself to care at that point. At least, Dumbledore hadn't been able to corner the popularized Gryffindor hero, who had been able, thus far, to dodge or ignore the agents carrying the old headmaster's order to see him.
'Her-mon-y," Ron scowled as Victor Krum pulled Hermione off to the side for a private chat before turning to his fellow champion.
"Harry, I hope to meet you again. It's been a pleasure." The tall Quidditch star warmly shook the hand of his fellow rival champion.
"Likewise, Victor." Harry greeted in return before bidding the Bulgarian Quidditch star off. He turned around, only to barely manage to suppress a groan as he was confronted with his temperamental friend. Luckily, Hermione made some random remark about Victor, which redirected the red firecracker's attention.
'This is getting ridiculous.' Thought Harry as he turned his attention away else where, blocking out the bickering best friends. From a dozen meters away, he finally caught sight of Fleur giving him an intense look. Harry responded with an almost indistinguishable nod that the veela nonetheless picked up as she shooed her friends away. It was kind of freaky how they could communicate with one another with looks alone, but Harry just chucked it up to the special bond they had with each other.
"I need to see someone. I'll see you guys later." The raven-haired student muttered as he quickly made his exit, before his friends realized whom he was going off to see.
"Hello, Fleur." It would be interesting, as the French girl had promised a surprise for him after the Last Feast last night.
The blonde haired veela gave him a dazzling smile once she was sure no one else was close by.
"Come on, 'arry." Before he knew it, Harry was being pulled through the carriage door and stumped into not the inside of a carriage, but a grand lobby that resembled the entrance at some high-class five-star muggle hotel.
"Wow. This is, this is amazing!" In addition to the glittering floors and towering Greco-Roman columns, the interior also featured wall-to-wall paintings of intricate historical French heroes, both muggle and magical, famous architectures and various fantasy beasts. The splendor of it all stunned the modest life the 14-year-old had lived so far.
"Izn't it? The carriage waz a very old gift from 'l'Éminence rouge,' Cardinal Richelieu, Chief Minister of France in 1633, though it 'az been modified over the yearz." Fleur noted, pointing to a landscape depiction of the seizure of Bastille by French revolutionaries.
"Cardinal, as in a member of the muggle clergy? The same one that sanctioned and pursued witch burnings?"
Fleur smiled at Harry's enquiring gaze.
"Yes, but the cardinal waz also exceptionally talented and politically shrewd enough to realize the value of 'aving the wizarding world as his ally. He provided subztantial aid and cover for many of the functional departmentz of the French Ministry of Magic. And being a great lover of the arts, zis waz a gift to Beauxbatons after several of our famouz alumni 'elped thaw an attack on the cardinal's power."
Fleur leaned close so she could whisper directly in Harry's ears.
"It'z said zat Richelieu started the practice of maintaining an open communicationz channel between a country's muggle leader and itz magical counterpart."
Harry ignored the stares he garnered from several wandering French students, in favor of focusing on the giant portrait of a charismatic looking elderly man decked in vestments that was a cross between a monk and a statesman's robes. The name Armand Jean Du Plessis, Cardinal et Duc de Richelieu, was emblazened in gold below.
'Another Slytherin in red, huh?' Though Harry in amusement as he followed Fleur.
By the time the couple stopped in front of the towering arch of two doors, Harry had to admit he found everything Fleur told him to be utterly fascinating. Compared to Binns, Fleur was a far superior orator, despite her accent, because she kept him hooked with interesting anecdotes, though Harry couldn't say he was being completely impartial. It really was one of those times that it was a shame for her to be a veela, because it was virtually impossible for someone to see this part of her.
And truthfully, Harry never expected the pretty veela to be such a learned history enthusiast. But it was a pleasant surprise, to be sure. It meant that, more likely than not, Fleur possessed other undiscovered abilities and a drive to do more than just fool around with him. On the other hand, seeing the palace-like interior of the carriage, the slight naughty smile on the veela's face and having a fairly good idea of what laid beyond the doors, fooling around was a pretty attractive thought for Harry.
"Come in, 'arry."
"Oh Merlin…." Fleur bounced into the room, giving a small twirl as she presented her 'room'.
"This is like a penthouse suite. Do you get your own Jacuzzi and private bar as well?" Asked Harry sarcastically as he took in the sheer opulence of the suite. The serious nod left him speechless.
"So, why do you guys stay in the Ravenclaw tower?"
"Zis room iz the VIP suite and I, being the champion, 'av special access. Most of ze other roomz are much smaller and Madame Maxime made us live at Hogwartz to be better acquainted with British culture." The French girl said the last word with just a hint of distain. Harry kindly decided to ignore that, having already heard his lover's diatribe on British barbarity, most notoriously expressed by Hogwarts' horrendously high cholesterol, high fat, and high sugar meals.
"I see."
A slightly wicked smile crossed Harry's face as he strolled towards the giant super-king sized bed, dominating one part of the large room.
"So, does this have anything to do with the surprise you had in mind?"
The voluptuous girl crossed the distance between them with astonishing speed and tackled her startled lover onto the spacious bed.
"It might…" Harry groaned in delight as the frisky girl pulled apart the upper portion of his robes and proceeded to rain feather kisses along his neck and collarbones. The normally wonderful feeling seemed to be magnified by the magical bed.
"Wow!"
"I thought you might like it."
"I do," Kiss. "… I liked it very much." Feeling adventurous, the Gryffindor boy reciprocated while sneaking his hands along the moaning girl's sides. Fleur realized too late what was happening as Harry attacked.
"Hmm, this is very comfortable." Harry acknowledged as he luxuriated in the feel of the soft bedding material under him and the sensual girl on top of him.
The surprised blonde could only give a half-pleading, half-excited yell of "no" before she was caught up in gales of laughter as she was tickled mercilessly. The laughing, shouting and half-crying, girl thrashed about almost violently; the withering motions of the vixen caused her perky beasts to press against her lover and her lower body to grind against his rapidly expanding male virility. A sweating and adrenaline pumped Harry had snaked one of his hand down to part aside the flimsy clothes separating him from his love's undoubtedly dripping honey pot when he sensed the door closing as someone entered the private chamber. In a single fluid motion, the tried and proven Gryffindor warrior rolled 45 degrees to one side, allowing his other hand to bring his wand to bear.
"Non, attends!" Too late.
"Ossum Oblido!" A powerful bone-crushing spell screamed by, just inches from her face. Only quick reflexes allowed the intruder to avoid from suffering what would most certainly have been grievous harm.
"Wait!" The intruder's call for peace caused Harry to pause from unleashing a second devastating spell, even as he remained sitting in bed with Fleur half draped over him.
"Regine?" Indeed, it was the slim blonde French prefect, who looked a bit shaken but otherwise all right. In fact, as soon as Harry dropped his aggressive stance, the girl gave a smile to show that no harm was done.
"Is he always this fun?" The veela rolled her eyes at her friend's uncanny ability to veer towards maximum impropriety.
"'aven't you 'eard of knocking?"
"Haven't you heard of locking charms?" Her prefect retorted as with a flick of her wand, applied a locking charm to the door before walking towards the bed.
"You were ze only other wiz the magical access key, other than Madame Maxime." Fleur shot back.
"I thought this room was yours?" Her amour questioned.
"I technically can't bring any non-Beauxbatons students in or I would 'av taken you 'ere long ago."
The saucy veela gave a knowing wink. Harry looked at his secret lover with alarm, clearly unsure about their blatant displays of affections before.
"Oh, don't worry about Regine. As a matter of fact, as the senior prefect she helped me smuggle you in here by keeping Madame Maxime occupied." The blonde prefect gave a cute, innocent smile that was anything but.
"I really hoped you guys made use of prophylactic potions and charms."
Fleur slapped her friend lightly on the arm in mock anger. And to Harry's credit, he didn't splatter and answered in a neutral voice.
"I brewed a potion that was the magical equivalent of the vasectomy two days after Fleur and mine's first time. And Fleur has been on prophylactics for years I believe." After all, for someone with his sexual temperament to run around without making sure he could only shoot blanks was, well, asking for trouble.
The veela gave a soft blush. While theoretically a veela possesses natural contraceptive measures via her ability to regulate her own sexual organs; i.e. whether or not to release an egg for fertilization; control can be lost in the throes of passion. As such, almost all veela augment their defenses with long-term prophylactic potions as soon as they entered puberty.
"A man that looks after the welfare of his partner. A girl likes that especially, since most wizards your age don't know what a prophylactic is, much less how to make one."
The Gryffindor's Slytherin senses kicked in as he looked at Fleur for clues about what the bloody hell was going on.
"How long?"
Regine's lips arched in a smile.
"Ever since I introduced myself to you that day you saved us from the Slytherins. Oh, don't worry; Fleur didn't have to say anything. And while I think she managed to fool everyone else, I'm not everyone. I'm her best friend."
Regine ignored the disparaging remark Fleur made about 'some best friend,' but the glint in the blonde prefect's eyes told Harry that she had heard.
"But I suspect you, Harry, didn't want anyone else to know so,"
The teen beauty sat down beside her friend on the bed.
"… Perhaps she deserves to be punished," The prefect swatted her still laid out friend right on her butt cheeks, causing Fleur to utter an "ah" cry of surprise. True, Harry had suspected, fantasized and hoped that Regine would join them for a threesome, but he was sure that the slim blonde was only being extremely playful. Therefore, Harry was rather shocked when Fleur's friend started to message her firm derriere.
Fleur, in the mean time, seemed to be caught between two mindsets. On the one hand, she could not help but voice her pleasure at her experienced friend's ministrations. On the other hand, the bond was forcing her to react adversely to the sensual touch not from her bonded. Finally, the bond won as the veela rolled away from Regine and into Harry. The other blonde girl first frowned and then pouted before finally settling into an expression of acceptance.
"So, you are my courtly flower's master. Certainly not what I would have expected, but I can see why she chose you. I'm so jealous." Harry suspected that she hid just how jealous she was, but decided to question her on the other parts of her speech instead.
"How did you know?" The Gryffindor was intelligent enough to sense that playing dumb was not going to work.
"Like I said, Fleur's my best friend. We used to share everything with one another, so naturally I know as much about her and her veela nature as she does about me. The way she's acting, I'm quite sure who's 'wearing the pants' in this relationship, so to speak."
"Brat." Fleur remarked. Regine responded by sticking her tongue out, but did crawl over to the couple. The Beauxbatons prefect stopped just short to give Harry a questioning gaze as if to seek permission.
Harry turned to the veela with a thoughtful expression. He debated within himself for about 10 seconds before succumbing to his desire to see how far the two vixens would take this charade and gave his lover the green light.
"Go ahead… if you want." Harry felt his lover instinctively relax across the bond and watched as the two blondes then embraced each other platonically, though the hormonally charged boy was quite sure it could easily turn non-platonic in a split second. He shook his head to try and clear his mind.
'How the hell did it get to the point where I was giving permission for Fleur to kiss her best friend?'
"Were you two…?"
"Lovers?" Harry nodded hesitantly.
"No, or else I would be seriously miffed that Fleur cheated on me. But no, she was too much of a prude." The indignant veela tried to voice her protest, but was silenced as her friend sealed her lips with a kiss. Harry felt the very depth of his soul heat up with fiery passion as the two hot older girls continued their steamy kiss while their wandering hands roamed all over each other. For Harry, the entire affair was beginning to look entirely too surreal, like one of Dudley's cheesy porno videos that he caught sight of once. But the young Gryffindor never recalled the video affecting him so. Indeed, with each groan, each sigh, and each whimper the girls made, Harry felt his self-control and reason flee him. The human prefect in particular made sure that their male spectator heard and saw everything. Harry's eyes narrowed with burning lust as he saw Regine dripping saliva across every part of her friend's exposed chalky alabaster skin, covering it with a shimmering transparent sheen.
The veela giggled as her friend played with her belly button under her robes but then groaned as her hands slipped further south.
"I think we 'av been ignoring someone." Fleur choked out between moans.
Regine sat up in response, causing her friend to moan in loss as she extracted her digits. The supple female brought her clearly coated fingers up to her face and Harry suddenly knew what living in the Sahara was like as he felt the dryness in his mouth. The devious blonde made an exaggerated show of being fascinated with the viscous covered digits: looking at them from different angles, sniffing them, and then finally slipping her index finger into her warm orifice.
"You are such une tarte."
The prefect grinned at her veela friend.
"But you still love me. But I think you may be right about your boyfriend." Defying all logic, Harry managed to remain expressionless even as the sexy French girl crawled towards him like a fox stalking its prey. Regine's smile grew as if realizing that she was going to enjoy the hunt.
"With your permission, Fleur flower?"
Briefly Harry thought that his lover would call it all off and she and her friend would burst out in laughter at having 'got him good'. But alas, that was not the case. The ravishing veela snorted in a very un-lady like manner.
"Not like me saying 'no' would stop you." Regine laughed as she closed the distance between her and Harry only to be stopped centimeters away from her target by two lean but quivering and yet determined arms.
"You don't have to do this, Fleur." Harry had grounded out the words in a whisper like voice while he was literally shaking with lust. The veela looked at him in astonishment, but then flashed him a million watt smile.
"I know, 'arry. But I want you to…" Harry was at unconvinced at the hesitant tone in his lover's voice. Fleur looked at her friend with, what appeared first, was a mixture of anxiety and uncertainty, but then seemed to find her resolve.
"Regine's been my best friend since childhood. If I can't share you with her…." A more cheerful and slightly naughty smile crossed the veela's fair complexion. "Besides, I would feel bad being wiz her later if you never even 'ad a chance to try her for yourself."
"Hey!" The indignant and squirming girl yelled, sending delightful shivers up Harry's arms.
"Turn around iz fair play, non?" Fleur propped herself casually on her elbows as if planning to enjoy a good show.
Regine focused her attention on the boy, no, young man, in front of her. The sexy blonde had been downright furious at first, having interpreted Harry's hesitation as rejection. After all, who was this English pipsqueak to reject her? But when she saw that he was actually seeking his lover, AKA her best friend for permission even, her perception of him changed entirely.
The arguably resident French teen centerfold of Beauxbatons was awestruck. What control, what unimaginable loyalty must he possess in order to fight off his hormones even as a sensual, gorgeous girl lay within his arms?
"What about you?"
Though startled that the warm-blooded male in front of her wasn't, in fact, shredding her clothes apart, the prefect, nevertheless, quickly gathered her wits back together.
"Consider me a gift, then, for your noble deeds, Harry. Your headmaster and that slimy teacher of the snakes personally apologized to our headmistress, Sophia and the students after dinner last night. I do believe that was your doing."
Regine gave a thin smile as the male in front of her made no attempt to halt her wandering hand as it slid around him. It was a smile of assured victory and success.
"I merely impressed upon them the need to… not let our esteem foreign guests leave feeling wronged."
"I can think of one esteemed foreign guest, who would feel wronged, unless she is allowed to personally thank the hero of the hour." The French girl was making the full court press, so to speak, and was quite amazed when the target in question seemed superficially unaffected. In fact, the retort Harry fired back almost sent her spluttering.
"Really? Where is Sophia then?"
Fleur instantly cracked up in laughter as her friend's word play backfired on her.
"Fuck you!" The humiliated and flushed blonde shouted towards her best friend.
"Toi d'abord." The veela girl cheekily fired back.
The human girl's flush intensified and Harry was greeted for the first time of the sight of a fully blushing Regine, the same Regine who was normally the cool, calm and calculating French senior prefect of Beauxbatons. Said prefect turned away from her annoying friend and gave her target what was a very excellent and most likely well practiced pout. Harry resisted the urge to simply explode as he saw the lust lidded eyes gazing at him with a hint of desperation.
"I have never begged before, but I can. Don't you want me, Harry?" The lascivious girl pushed Harry down and then crawled over him.
"You don't even know me." Harry protested half heartedly, most out of his innate sense of notability. Even so, his hands, possessed by thoughts of their own, flew to cup the almost panting older girl's firm derriere.
"Neither did Fleur. And while I don't know you well, I know my best friend very well." Regine looked over at Fleur, who had long since been caught up in the interaction between the amorous couple. One of her hands was conspicuously hidden under the folds of clothes right above her loins, while the other kneaded her mound to some silent erotic rhythm.
"She never liked any of the boys, and brushed her dates off like they were insects. But all of a sudden, after a day with you, she looked as if she wanted to wear a permanent smile on her face and skipped around like the cat that ate the canary."
The French prefect gave him a smoky look as she lowered her body so that she was laying body-length on Harry.
"I know about the nature of the veela. Whatever you did to make her bond to you. I, I want that; I need that and I would be honored if you would give it to me Harry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Regine's answer was firm and without hesitation.
The change was instantaneous in both Harry and in the atmosphere. It felt as if the chamber's temperature shot up 20 degrees while the boy took on an inhuman mask of passion. The lust-addled boy ran his hands, almost roughly, over the girl's model-like body, though the roughness was by no means unpleasant. Grunting in frustration at the thin layer of Beauxbatons uniform impeding his progress, Harry tried his best to arouse his partner by fondling her breasts through her clothes.
Regine had been completely unprepared for the heat that invaded her body generated by the sensual contact. Never had she felt so hot, and for a younger man a boy's age too. 'Was this what her best friend felt? Was this why she looked as if she had found paradise on earth every time she came back from wherever she disappeared to each afternoon?' The slender girl would have been almost content to lie there, bathing in the warmth of the moment, but alas her young lover-to-be had other plans.
The raven-haired boy pulled her into a searing kiss as if trying to push all of his desire into her through their connected orifices. It was a good minute or two before Regine's toes uncurled themselves.
"Please take me." Brilliant green eyes searched crystal blue ones for confirmation and acceptance.
--LEMON WARNING--
Harry responded with action as he tugged at the seams of the blonde's blouse. They parted, as if by magic, leaving the beautiful, slim girl's upper body bare except for a frilly looking bra covering her modest but well proportioned bosom. Guided by innate instincts, the male veela caressed the smooth exposed flesh like a practiced Casanova. It wasn't long before the human girl began responding enthusiastically to even this gentle ministration; her whole body swaying and withering to the tempo of Harry's choosing. Watching the normally calm and authoritative prefect lay straddled above him, gazing at him demurely and adoringly like an obedient puppy filled him with an indescribable feeling of power. It made him feel like a god, like he could do anything. Holding her gaze, Harry dipped his forward and kissed the soft fabric preventing her assets from pouring out, making sure to lightly nip the skin above the bra. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the clasp with his teeth.
"You were prepared."
The all but panting Regine could only moan in acknowledgement. The male veela smirked as he expertly disconnected the clasp using his mouth with assistance from some handy wandless and non-verbal magic; well aware of the spike of pleasure he's creating each time his teeth brush against the girl's pale white skin. Spitting the obstructing garment aside, Harry took the time to admire the breath taking sight of the set of pert, firm orbs displayed before him. His eyes trailed down the toned abdomen until he reached the juncture of her sex, which was covered by a frail looking piece of blue skirt.
Though she knew she had a great body, Regine was also keenly aware that she could never hold a candle against the exotic, unearthly beauty that her veela friend possessed in abundance. From her experience standing beside her goddesses of a best friend, Regine had become an old friend of the human sin called 'envy,' though she went to great length to hide that fact. The fact that the male specimen before her acted as if she was still heart wrenchingly gorgeous despite already having had his turn with her veela friend… well, that fired up her desire to degrees she didn't think possible. The girl arched her back reflexively causing her chest to be thrust forward; her pink, engorged, areoles stood atop in salute just inches from Harry's face.
The raven-haired boy smirked at the pair of ladies winking at him. Either the girl badly needed to have her back scratched or that was a hint. As it was most likely the latter and being the gentleman he was, Harry willingly obliged. Regine gasped in a mixture of pleasure and surprise as her young, but clearly talented lover slipped one of her pert tips into his warm mouth while kneading the other with his hand.
The French girl was getting wet, rapidly, as the famous British Garcon-Qui-a-Vecu gave her breasts what would undoubtedly become an equally famous tongue massage.
'Oh, merde…' This could not be happening. In her past experience, she barely even got off when her clitoris was directly stimulated and here she was on the verge of a violent orgasm when all her partner did was nip, lick, and playfully chew on her nipples. As Harry felt his new playmate approach her peak, he bit down. It was done with just enough force to elicit an exquisitely painful sensation that sent Regine crashing over the edge but not hard enough to cause any damage or prolonged sense of pain.
Her senses gone haywire, Regine collapsed in a heaping mess on top of her lover. Harry winced as the older girl dropped right on top of his aroused member. He had no doubt that the blonde would soon realize their predicament as soon as she regained her senses.
"Merlin, you're soaked." Harry gasped in surprise as his hands felt the cold secretion covering his partner. The poor girl was sweating and panting more than a marathon runner. Briefly his lust gave away to a very real concern for the well being of the beauty in his care. After all, despite his belief based on her mannerism that Regine was more 'experienced' than Fleur, the male veela wondered if the human girl could handle his unique sexual disposition.
Alas, his hormones struck back with a vengeance; his ever attentive lower brain spearheading the counterattack. The gorgeous French blonde became its happenchance ally as the tired, but ever more, horny girl took hold of one of his hands down and traced it down the length of her own torso. Harry watched with fascination as she used his limb to extract additional moans of 'yes's out of herself before depositing it inside the folds of her skirt.
Crystal blues eyes of passion looked into his own emerald ones urging him forward once more. Once again, Harry obliged.
He growled in a low impossibly sexy baritone-like voice as his hand felt around the blonde's inner thighs, luxuriating in the feel of the girl's taut and most definitely athletic muscles before dipping inside her wet panties. Unlike his veela lover, who felt was as bare as a newborn baby, Harry's hand encountered a short but dense brush of stubbles near Regine's neither region… it was soaked. The Gryffindor unconsciously licked his lips, imagining how it must look like down there; thick ropes of wet, white self-produced goo clinging to each strand of the older girl's fine hair. From the dozens of times he's been with Fleur, he knew he absolutely loved the veela's shaved pussy, but the feel of her best friend's trimmed bottom was ultimately just as arousing.
"Harry, please no more foreplay! You are making me SO hot! Just…do me." Regine grounded out as she began trying to pull off her lover's clothes. The shaking hands, the messy long fair hair blocking part of her face and the wild look in her enlarged eyes made her look moderately mad, but Harry was just impressed that the blonde actually managed to speak. With four hands working overtime, the clothes covering both persons' genitalia were soon moved aside but not completely removed. Harry's underwear and pants laid pooled near his ankles while Regine had peeled away and pushed down her frilly-looking, and completely transparent, white lacy thong so that it clung snuggly around one of her legs. Neither had even bothered with their socks after kicking off their shoes sometime ago. Harry tried to rise up, to slip his garments off, but his partner was having none of it and refused to tolerate any more delays.
Without warning, the human girl sat up straight; lifted up her skirt, the sole remaining garment she was wearing, and impaled herself on her partner's tool, in rapid succession. In her sex-hazed enthusiastic and irrational state, the French girl had completely miscalculated the size of the intrusion; after all, how big could a 14-year-old be?
"Merde alors!" Regine screamed out in surprise, pain and pleasure as the over-sized male sex organ was forcibly shoved upwards into her poor unprepared pussy. It was only Harry's quick reflexes that saved her from an otherwise likely painful fall.
"Regine!" Fleur shouted in alarm.
"Sh, it's ok, I'm alright." The human placated before blushing sheepishly. "I was just a bit enthusiastic."
The voyeur veela snorted and muttered something about 'more than a bit.' However, the suddenness of the coupling and the entailed cry of pain from his lover had dimmed Harry's eagerness by quite a bit. The added realization that they weren't alone also didn't help matters.
"Pay attention to what you are doing, 'arry." Chided Fleur lightly.
Regine felt a myriad of emotions as she watched her young, and now official, lover actually blushed at Fleur's barb. On the one hand, she couldn't help but be impressed by her 'less experienced' friend especially since she had done everything short of stripping herself bulk naked to try and get a rise out of the male before her and had failed. On the other hand, she was incredibly jealous, having just sensed the depth of the special bond between the veela and the undoubtedly one of a kind male currently penetrating her. And lastly, of course, that male IS currently penetrating her and Fleur's words seemed to have fired Harry back up.
"Who's the pervert now, Fleur?" Regine moaned out as she softly bounced on Harry's shaft, feeling the hard meat slide slowly in and out of her slick vagina.
"I never said I wazn't, but you are still ze tart." Fleur gave a pixy smile and a cute flourish of her perfect silver hair before plunging her own hand back into her knickers without any fanfare. The English boy, who had been watching the veela, reacted by thrusting upwards just as the blonde was pushing downwards.
"Merde!" The girl hissed out, willing herself not to be overwhelmed by the sheer force of the pleasure assaulting her and regress to some catatonic state.
'Come on, girl, you can do it.' She cajoled. Somehow Regine managed to calm herself enough to wrap her long slim legs around her partner. Then, she flexed her pelvic muscles in an impressive display of sexual and physical finesse and successfully forcing a very pleased half-moan, half-growl out of Harry.
"Ok, show me a good time, stud."
"Be prepared for a bumpy ride." Came the mocking warning from the side. Harry couldn't help but laugh as Regine stuck out her tongue in reply.
"As you wish." The 14-year-old 'stud' acquiesced as he laid back, propping himself just on his elbows for support. Now in a relatively comfortable position, Harry concentrated on bringing the girl riding his cock the maximum pleasure possible. And it wasn't long before his efforts were being felt as Regine reciprocated in turn. Now, while Regine wasn't as naturally endowed and sexually blessed as the veela, the human girl clearly was better versed in the sexual arts. She synchronized her downward pushes with Harry's upward thrusts, using her inner labia muscles to expertly squeeze the intruding member for all its worth and then gyrating her hips slightly when maximum penetration was reached.
The rutting couple could feel thick streams of pre-cum and cum protruded from their coupling juncture, but the results were conveniently obscured by Regine's light blue uniform skirt. The fact that both couldn't see what they knew to be evidence of their current acts seem to be extra erotic, extra stimulating, extra naughty even.
The coupled duo didn't fit like just any velvet glove, they fit like a velvet glove with clamps attached that slithered up and down to maximize the occurrence of concentrated stimulants. Despite years of kegel exercises, Regine had to fight with tooth and nail to retain control of her love muscles every time Harry slid home.
But she was fighting a losing battle.
Five minutes later, both Regine and Harry exploded, quite literally too. The combined climaxes were so powerful that Regine had to grab onto Harry to not fall off. Even so, his rod did partially slip out of her slopping crevice, causing a renewed fountain of the overflowing warm, sticky, liquid to drench the thighs and groins of both lovers. The girl collapsed in a panting heap.
"That waz intense." Two heads turned to see their veela friend withdrawing a hand from own snatch. The slightly flustered Fleur grinned as she lifted her own skirt, displaying the climax induced wet result on her undergarments for all. Harry groaned as the sight of the voyeur veela jilling herself off caused his half-limp member to rapidly rise back to full mast.
"Oh, zut! You, you can't positively be…"
"…Hard?" Harry interjected as Regine's eyes shot open. Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry of surprise as Harry's revived organ speared back into her tight passage.
'He can NOT BE human.' The human girl reasoned even as her mind erupted in a haze of sensations. Even the inordinate quantities of lubrication didn't prevent Regine from wincing at the friction inflicted upon her swollen and battered pussy. Considering that she was barely holding on after just one earth shattering organism, the blonde seriously doubted that she could remain conscious through another one of similar magnitude.
"I think you 'av taken too much out of 'er, 'arry." Fleur remarked from the sideline. Harry halted mid-thrust, and really looked at the mess of a girl on top of him. The sight of his exhausted, half-dead looking lover momentarily killed his sex drive.
"You're right." The male veela sighed in resignation as he turned Regine sideways so that he could pull out.
Fleur moved forward to help. Seeing her friend, numbed and dazed, the veela couldn't help but toss out a barb in jest.
"Didn't I tell you zat you wouldn't last?"
Regine stared back at her not too kindly.
"What?! It'z true, non? And look, 'arry lookz like he want to burst. Hop off so I can help 'im." To be truthful, Fleur was trying to be 'helpful' so the veela was slightly startled when her friend rebuked her efforts to help her get off like an overstuffed, disgruntled child, who refused to let go of a carton of her favorite ice cream.
Regine, instead, rolled over; pulling the still connected Harry on her.
"What are you?!" Harry's protest stopped mid-sentence as the girl jolted causing his pole to stab back into her fiery hot depth.
"I can get you off again, Harry. Just… if you are on top this time." The human girl stated with determination, shooting him a pleading look. Fleur watched her friend's persevering attitude with amazement, but then smirked.
"Very well. Go on, 'arry." Fleur urged.
Harry gazed with amazement as the dainty veela dropped back into her role as the couple's perverse voyeur.
"Fuck me, 'arry." Ignoring her annoying friend, Regine commanded with a pseudo-accent. She would be damned if she wasn't going to use this opportunity to literally 'milk' as much out of her talented lover as possible.
"Show my friend the beast inside of you, 'arry. Just try not to make her bleed. She's only human, after all." The seductive wink Fleur gave really didn't help mollify Harry's very real concern about his partner's health. After all, the first time the 'beast' appeared (excluding that time in the astral-plane of course), Harry had flailed away at his veela minx with such wild abandon that, well… it took almost half a dozen rejuvenation potions to revive the poor girl, who then walked with a noticeable gait for days. The story Fleur gave to Madame Pomfrey and others was something about falling down the stairs. Of course, the more perverse minded people spawned various suspicions about the beautiful girl's injury being the result of some other strenuous activity. But rumors inevitably faded when no one was forth coming with any substantiated facts, only occasionally surfacing in the recesses of whispered floo talks between gossipers.
Harry almost chuckled when he recalled how there were some who initial speculated that that he was the one given his 'closeness' with the French girl. Alas, reason, common sense, and most likely pride on the part of the males, told them that the gorgeous veela would never settle for a boy more than 4 years her younger, so he was dismissed as a possibility. Of course, if they only knew….
"Oi, shut up, Fleur. You are practically a certified healer. Just sow me back up if he rips me open." Harry chortled in shock.
"Go on, 'arry or she might not shut up for the rest of the summer." The veela remarked with a foxy smile. Harry was slightly calmed by the lack of malice between the girls' exchanges, but it still left him a quandary as to what to do. He doubted he should just wildly bang away at the girl, given her current fragile state, but he couldn't realistically just reject her at this point. No, he couldn't do either of those things, not with both girls smiling so sweetly at him, trusting him to do the 'right' thing.
"Pull up your legs and wrap them around me as high as possible." Harry commanded. The girl responded instantly, careful not to break vagina to penile contact.
"I just need to you to relax this time and let go. I'll do all the work."
Regine felt a shiver of anticipation run through her, but not for one moment did she doubt the sincerity of his words. In that moment, she knew she would trust Harry with her life.
"Oh, that feels sooo…good."
Once fully embedded in his delectable partner, Harry made small gyrating motions with his torso, relishing the moans of approval the blonde emitted. Then, while the girl was distracted, he slid a hand down south, playing with her bush of short fair nether hair before stimulating her engorged clit. Regine groaned as, once again, she felt stirrings of a powerful eruption within her loins.
"Not yet, my love." The Gryffindor stated with a knowing smile as he toned down his efforts, letting his partner calm down. The French girl almost begged him to continue, but held herself back, settling for bestowing upon Harry the attention of her undoubtedly famous pleading puppy eyes, instead.
"Oh, stop it. 'arry's trying to make it good for you." Indeed, the impatient and impaled girl was doing everything possible drive Harry wild, which while being fun and fine at another time, would kill his carefully laid plan to screw her at this point. Deciding it best to shut her up, Harry shot Fleur a look as he took one of Regine mounds into his mouth.
"'arry wantz you to sit tight or he'll spank you for being naughty." Regine's indignant retort turned into a jumbled mess of mumbles and groans. Harry gave the girl's pink areole one last lick and a light bite before rising to glare at his first lover.
"I didn't say that!"
"But you should."
Harry rolled his eyes as he turned to more immediate concern. The hyper-stimulated girl was about as ready as possible for what he had planned.
"Pin 'er arms down. It'll help." Regine looked at her friend questioningly, but didn't protest when her lover did as Fleur recommended. With her slender arms locked down, the length of her body securely pinned by Harry's impressive tool, and her legs wrapped around his body, holding him tightly on top of her, Regine was about as immobile as possible without having to use any rope. Her physical helplessness made her feel deliciously submissive and impossibly wet, well, wetter that is. And Regine was hardly a girl who embraced the notion of being 'helpless' at anything, sexual or otherwise. But then there was an exception to everything. Besides, even when she was on top of Harry, the blonde couldn't really say she was 'in control' which incidentally, she didn't mind one bit. But if it was a hard pounding the older girl was expecting, then she was definitely surprised when Harry slid out a bit and arched his back so that his cock rose slightly upwards, causing it to make contact with...
"Oh, merde!" Regine gasped, suddenly realizing with a mix of dawning horror and excitement at what her partner was going for.
"But… but?!"
"Relax, Regine. 'arry knowz what he'z doing." Fleur explained. The human girl wasn't completely reassured. Her bladder suddenly felt ready to burst as Harry gave shallow but firm strokes that caused friction while keeping the pressure up on the front section just inside of vagina.
"No, but…I'm going to…!" The girl trashed about, almost violently but her efforts were ultimately futile due as her limbs were effectively pinned down.
"It's ok, Regine, trust me on this. Just let go." Harry said calmly even as he concentrated on doing the next part. Regine's eyes widened as she felt the protruding organ inside of her start pressing upwards, UPWARDS.
Thoughts like 'How the heck is he doing that?' or the better yet Where and how did he even learn about it?' floated through her mind even as it began succumbing to the pleasure overload.
"I think 'arry found your G-spot." Regine, asphyxiated with pleasure, was apparently still rational enough to glare at her friend.
"You, you knew!" Fleur only continued to smile cutely. The choice curse the human girl had prepared for her friend, died on her lips as she was pushed over the edge…
"Arrghhhh!" Before Regine could even cry out a warning, she felt both her uterus and vagina contract violently, sending her body with into spasms of intensely pleasurable shocks. The girl would later poetically describe her first non-masturbation induced G-spot orgasm as being comparable to soaring through the air without ever feeling the need, or desire to come down. The French girl didn't just explode, she ejaculated with such force that it even caused Harry pause, who momentarily thought that Regine had lost control of her bladder. Realizing that was not the case, the still hard male veela, then, went back to giving his convulsing lover deep, hard strokes, keeping her, wet, high and orgasming for several long and torturously pleasurable minutes.
The couple continued to moan, groan and gasp, but one of them, continually refused to cum, much to both the awe and frustration of the other.
"Stop holding back, Harry! Just let go."
Fleur gave an almost imperceptible nod when Harry shot her a quizzical look. The male veela looked at Regine one last time just to make sure before giving a satisfied and slightly evil smile.
"Alright." Harry shifted around a bit so that he was now bent over her. He allowed his laid out elbows to absorb most of his weight as he raised his butt into the air, pulling himself almost completely out of his lover's honeyed passage.
Regine watched with excitement and even a trace of trepidation as her lover got in position to, well, better screw her. One might guess that the blonde prefect wasn't entirely aware of what she was getting herself in, but then under the circumstances, it was understandable. Despite the immense pleasure she was still deriving from their union, Regine was beginning to feel the effects of dehydration, her entire body felt sore all over and her battered and swollen pussy was in bad need of a break, a break that she was entirely too proud to ask for outright. So between the choices of either suffering a slow and tortuous end due to continuous over-simulative orgasms or a fast, semi-brutal, and gloriously big-bang like one, the blonde French prefect chose the latter. Go figure.
"Oooo..." She panted like a cat in a heat almost the instant Harry's meat slid back into her slick treasure-trove, pounding away almost recklessly at her already soiled delicate flower, while his balls slapped against her firm ass cheeks every time he bottomed out inside of her. At first, Regine tried to at least match the veritable sex maniac thrust for thrust like earlier, but it became rapidly clear that she would be struggling just to keep along as Harry increased his rhythm to an almost frantic level. In fact, she became downright worried that his rod might snap if it missed at this pace. Thankfully for all involved, that didn't happen as Harry cried out in warning after a few more minutes of furious thrusting.
Regine cooed as she felt herself being stuffed with another wombful of hot, oozing semen. A sigh of contentment and accomplishment flooded across her as she felt her partner's meat pole finally shrink and then slip out with a wet sloppy pop.
"Hmm, you were wonderful, Harry, but also very tiring." Regine remarked, clearing away the saliva running down her cheeks with a hand, as a panting Harry dropped beside her.
"I hope so. You wore me out as well."
Fleur cast him a half-amused, half-incredulous look that clearly said she knew he wasn't being truthful. Harry maintained a guarded neutral expression, but Regine, even in her most-orgasmic haze, wasn't fooled.
"Hmm, you are lying, Harry." The girl noted with a satisfied smile. "But, that's ok. I appreciate the effort to save my ego, though I can assure you; it, like my pussy, has taken a very thoroughly pounding."
Soft, sweet laughter erupted from their observer.
"You are zo cute, Reg." Fleur frittered above the two lovers, tenderly cleaning their faces with a wet sponge and then covering their damp, sweat and viscous covered bodies with a bed sheet.
"Thanks, Fleur." Harry remarked, bestowing a pleased smile at the veela for her thoughtfulness. Regine thanked her friend in a slightly more physical manner via pulling her head down and viciously assaulting her rosy red lips.
"Thank you, Fleur… for everything."
Her veela friend, though startled by this rather gratuitous show of affection, smiled back warmly like a knowing guardian of sort. Harry remained as silent as possible as the two girls shared a very tender and private moment.
"Is she…?" Harry asked with concern as he watched the French prefect laid perfectly still, beside him.
"She'z asleep. You wore my best friend out, 'arry." The veela chided mockingly as she propped herself on the other side of Harry on top of the bed sheet.
"I thought that was the point." Harry retorted as his arms shot out to embrace her tightly against him, causing Fleur to squeal playfully.
"You know, 'arry, there'z still another girl who'z ready and willing." The two exchanged sloppy kisses. Fleur moaned as she felt something familiar poking at her through the bed bed sheet.
"You are insatiable, 'arry."
"Only because you are grinding against me." Harry hissed out with clinched teeth. The veela gave a Cheshire cat-like grin as she continued to do just that.
"I suppose I am."
"Gee, you sure are frisky today." Not that he's complaining, of course; nope, not at all.
The two ready-to-rut lovers were, unfortunately, distracted as a hard body pressed against them. Harry turned to see that the other girl had unconsciously maneuvered to cuddle against his side, draping one arm over his abdomen. Fleur pouted cutely at the interruption.
"Sorry, Fleur, but I don't want to wake Regine up."
"It'z alright, 'arry. It'z not your fault." The veela stated somewhat grudgingly. She reached over to brush aside a strand of her friend's light ash blonde hair so that her pure, pale face was left uncovered.
"Besidez, she lookz so sweet, asleep like that." Harry silently agreed. With the sheet covering the otherwise very obvious white and milky residue covering the entire southern region of her body, the French girl did have that innocent, angelic glow to her, especially when she lay there, looking weak and vulnerable. Though, Harry did occasionally get this vibe that told him this 'innocent angel' was really a deviously evil succubus.
"But I really shouldn't be ignoring you, Fleur."
"It'z ok, 'arry. Zis waz suppose to be for you and her." Harry, however, was not satisfied to have his most gracious and generous girlfriend 'would that be the right term?' feeling left out. A smile crossed the young male veela's face as he realized what he could do.
"Turn around."
"Quoi?"
"Turn around, Fleur." He commanded again with a hint of authority. The veela complied instantly, presenting him with her cute, subtly swaying tush. Clearly at some point while masturbating, Fleur had decided to do away with her knickers because when Harry hiked her skirt up, he was confronted with twin cheeks of absolute perfection. Fleur's pussy was bare like that of a newborn, lacking even the hint of ever having any sort of hair. He struggled not to moan as he caught sight of the glistening juices adorning the older girl's shapely thighs. Male veela he may be, but red-blooded was he, also.
Fleur shivered with delight and desire as the room's cool air gently caressed her bare derriere. Already, her passage was generously coating itself with additional layers of lubrication, pushing droplets of the liquidly substance out. The agonizing sight of one such trickle, formed from the conglomeration of several oozed out droplets, slowly running down the length of her pale leg, drove Harry into action. The cavaliering Gryffindor caught the head of the trail of female juice about half way down Fleur's right femur with his tongue… and then traced it back to the source.
Fleur stuffed her head into the bed to muffle her cry of pleasure, while fighting the urge to collapse outright on her right leg. The veela sobbed into the bed as her lover ran his wet tongue up and down the length of her trembling thighs and outer labia, over and over again. Harry seemed intent on replacing the previous layers of female juice covering his lover with a thick coat of his own male saliva… and he was succeeding.
The male veela, in addition to being blessed with an insanely prodigious and proactive prostate gland, also seemed to possess feline-like oral mucous glands. For Fleur, this was as with all sexual related affairs, both a recipe for unbelievable pleasure and a decree for long hours of torture. The veela had quickly realized that there were only a few outstanding exceptions to Harry Potter's kindheartedness and nobility of spirit; performing cunnilingus on her was one of them, as he seemed particularly meticulous in making sure that she was seeing stars long before his tongue touched her clitoris or entered her vagina. Today was no exception. The sex-kitten meowed in torment and pleasure as a series of shattering orgasms rocked her world.
At some point, Regine had rolled over, allowing Harry to sit in an upright position. Free to move again and with his face smeared in pungent white veela goo, Harry finally decided to move to the next level by pushing his tongue into Fleur's tight passage way, while pushing her downwards deeper into the bed sheets. The older girl reacted almost instantly by latching onto the intrusion and sucking it like a hose. The whole bed shook as the couple fucked. That's right: this could not possibly be described simply as oral sex; this could only be described as straight out fucking, rutting, copulating, and etc. Harry was fucking Fleur with his tongue while the girl's love canal gripped his 'tool' like it was some kind of a pseudo-cock.
Indeed, if this scenario was adapted to the Wizarding World's favorite pastime, then the question to ask of Harry really wasn't whether it was due to his skill or to the superior quality of his broom that made him such an uniquely talented Quidditch player; the question to ask would have to be whether Harry Potter even needed a broom to catch the snitch.
The answer, of course, would be a resounding no.
Fleur collapsed on a heap onto the bed once her lover had thoroughly cleaned up the areas around her sex. Harry then followed, laying his head comfortably nuzzled between the ass cheeks of the veela.
"That was hot!" Harry sat up to look to see the completely conscious French prefect leering openly at them. Clearly their sleeping beauty wasn't as asleep as they had thought.
"How long have you been awake?"
A mischievous smile graced the human girl.
"Long enough to have seen the whole thing."
"Who iz the voyeur now?" Fleur asked as she turned around.
Regine mucked over the question before half-answering, half-asking in an over-emphasized adaptation of a ditzy air-headed blonde:
"Me?"
"Mm-hm, and zat waz very naughty of you." Fleur chided as she crawled sensually over to her friend. Regine shuddered with delight as her cute and sexy, but also supposedly heterosexual best friend, rained feather light kisses along her throat and neck. Inside, the prefect was amazed at how spirited her friend was, despite having been eaten to what by all accounts, was an earth shattering series of orgasms. And she thought she was going to be the 'experienced' one.
"Oh, what can I do to make up for it?" The French prefect half-coed and half-pleaded in a lovely imitation of the lost and nervous little school child.
"Well…" Here, Fleur dragged a mesmerized Harry forward.
"You can 'elp clean the mess."
Regine rose up and dove forward at the wetness clinging to the male veela's face without hesitation. 'Maybe, she'll return the favor afterwards.' The randy girl thought as her thighs clinched in excitement once again. Harry, meanwhile, moaned as the blonde attacked his face with vigor, her pink tongue shooting in and out, lapping up traces of fresh white cream. The male instinctively pulled her closer to him, pressing her pert, peeking breasts into his own chest. The gasp Regine emitted gave Harry the opening he needed to catch her in an open mouthed kiss. Expertly, the male veela slipped his tongue inside, probing every edge, part and crevice within her warm orifice.
'Oh, merde!' The girl swore in her head. Harry was downright amazing at kissing as well. In fact, he was better at French kissing than she was, and she was supposed to be French!
For his part, Harry was oblivious to the thoughts of his tonguing partner as he dueled her orally. His thoughts were concentrated on the intoxicating taste of Regine's saliva mixed with remnants of Fleur juices. After at least five minutes, the French kissing couple separated, with an audible sigh of loss on Regine's part.
"That was wonderful. And Fleur, you taste like-" The human girl spoke with awe trailing off in end as she was unsure how to appropriately describe what she just tasted.
"… Like sweet nectar from a heavenly flower?" Harry offered causing both girls to blush.
"You are still wet, non?" Fleur dipped a hand south, lapping up a generous cupful of the sticky viscous fluid.
"And it'z still warm!" No doubt referring to the two loads of semen Harry had pumped into Regine earlier. Indeed, the male veela's cum was hot to the touch. Fleur felt her body pulse with desire as she unconsciously rubbed the hot sticky substance between her fingers.
"Would you like some help with that? You 'av done good and it'z only correct that I should reward you, non?" The veela asked with heat. Seeing her human friend cleaning her own juice off of Harry, seeing them wrestle each other with their tongues, and then hearing that comment about her cum, had fired her up a bit more than she expected.
"Are you sure?" Regine managed to ask, ignoring her body, which was begging her to yell 'yes'. After all, Fleur had, much to her own sadness, been somewhat less than receptive of her previous advances. This role reversal, where her veela goddess of a friend, was now seeking her permission… well, Regine had to fight herself from throwing her friend down and shove her pussy onto those lush lips.
Fleur smiled reassuringly.
"Of course. After all, without 'arry around, we must find someway to relieve ourzelvez, non?" The veela cast a small resigned, nervous, but also excited glance at her mate.
Harry initially wanted to say something about that, having sensed Fleur's, at least initial, hesitation about sexually experimenting with her own sex. But then, realistically what else could she do? Fool around with other…?
Harry's mind didn't allow himself to finish that thought.
'Fleur's mine.' The male veela's mind roared with possessiveness. Even without the bond, Harry knew he wouldn't exactly be open to the idea of 'sharing' his lovely veela. What about abstinence in his absence? Sure, he could order her to do that, but that wouldn't be fair, would it? Harry snorted. Bloody hell, their entire relationship was horribly asymmetrically skewed anyway. Screw fairness, the male veela thought viciously. So what if he end up with the doubly nice deal of seeing his love with another hot girl…
In the end, Harry remained silent.
The lust addled French prefect responded by grabbing a handful of Fleur's hair and pulling her head down. Despite being surprised by her friend's rough display of force, Fleur apparently got right to it as Regine almost instantly began moaning. In contrast to the practiced and patient tongue on skin strokes Harry gave, Fleur went at Regine's blonde bush like a rapid dog, noisily vacuuming away as much of the mixed cum as fast as possible. In response, the human girl rested her head back onto the bed and wrapped her slim athletic legs around her veela friend. Either through extrapolation of her experience with her male mate, via careful processing of the pitch and tone of her subject's cries or simply because she was naturally talented, Fleur quickly found herself face-deep in a fresh flood of girl cream.
Harry sat on his knees, mesmerized at the scene of the two older lascivious females being intimate with one another. He saw Regine running a shaking hand through Fleur's silver blonde locks while the veela enthusiastically munched away at her soiled and tenderized flower. He might have been content to be voyeur like the girls if not for the male veela part of himself, which called him to action.
A moaning Regine, her thoughts focused on what a natural her friend was, had her eyes closed when she felt her face slapped by a hard wet object. The girl blinked owlishly at Harry's erect sex organ, swinging just centimeters in front of her, as if she didn't know what it was. But as soon as realization dawned upon her, she smirked. Using her free hand, the blonde sexpot guided the tip of his member into her mouth. Regine's facial muscles tried to curl themselves into a smile as her action extracted a hiss of relief and pleasure from Harry, but given how her mouth was so obscenely stretched to cover his intruding tool, her smile looked rather twisted. In any case, Regine was having the battle of her life, trying to fight the gag reflex as Harry slowly pushed his meat into her, centimeter by centimeter.
'Did he just get even bigger?!' Thought the girl, half-horrified and half-awed. Luckily for her, Harry decided to let her work with what she had rather than try to shove his entire tool in. For a while, Regine licked, lapped at the male veela's member in her hot mouth, washing it from side to side with her saliva; just generally trying to give Harry as much pleasure as possible while contending with lapses of concentration as Fleur was still lapping away at her groin like a rapid dog in a heat. Unfortunately in their sex-frenzied mind, no one thought of what would happen if/when Regine came again. Spiritually, physically and sexually exhausted, Regine just didn't have the will power to control her natural reflexes, most particularly those located around her jaws, when another orgasm surged through her. Harry's sharp cry of 'fuck' made her gasp in horrific realization at what she had done, which incidentally gave the male veela the opportunity to extract his wrongly punished cock.
"What'z the matter?" The surprised veela asked. A quick glance at her wincing male lover, carefully stroking his diminished rod, and at her guilty looking friend answered the question. With a demonic like growl, Fleur threw the human blonde onto the bed and pinned her arms above her with one hand. Regine gulped nervously as her normally sweet and gentle friend growled in a none-too-friendly and I-am-going-to-make-you-pay way.
"I try to please YOU and you bite MY 'arry!"
The French prefect was genuinely afraid that her friend would transform and toast her right on the spot for 'damaging' her lover.
'… but I deserve it.' Regine sobbed with regret. Fortunately, Fleur didn't do that as amongst other things, the death of the Beauxbatons prefect at the hands of her best friend would have been hard to explain. Unfortunately, the angered veela did something that was probably just as painful as being roasted alive, except it localized the pain to a smaller area, her nipple.
"Owww!"
"Zat'z a fraction of what 'arry felt! Should I try your clitoris!" Regine whimpered, instinctively crossing her legs and bringing them up to protect her vulnerable sex from her friend's assaulting hand.
Fleur, however, was without mercy as she commanded: "Don't make me open them, Regine!"
Actually sobbing now, the human girl pleaded, but complied. Fleur plunged her hand into the girl's sex, to find it remarkably wet despite the recent cleaning she had given it just minutes ago.
"You're wet!" The veela sneered. Regine shamefully nodded. The girl had no idea why, but the prospect of her docile friend really punishing her poor sex had her wet beyond belief.
'Guess I really am a sub.' The dominant prefect thought, seemingly not the least bit displeased.
"Ok, enough Fleur. I'm sure it was just an accident, right? Regine?" The human girl in question nodded her head vigorously, sending flicks of her blonde mane flying back and forth. Fleur sighed, instantly dropping her cold, I-am-a-bitch routine.
"See?"
"But I want to punish her!" The veela whined like a little child, much to the amazement of her still pinned down friend. Regine wondered whether she should laugh or cry, and whether it should be out of relief or sadness, or maybe a combination of everything.
"It was… an act?"
"It waz fun watching you squirm." Fleur nodded, grinning evilly at her. "But, 'arry can't protect you forever and I do intend to punish you."
"Oh? But you still love me right? So you wouldn't damage me… too much right?" Regine, asked, adopting a hopeful, puppy-eyed look as she leaned forward to gently nuzzle her pussy juice coated mistress with her nose. Meeting no resistance or commands to stop, Regine proceeded to lick droplets of her own cum off of the veela's pale face.
"And I promise to be good!" The 'good' Fleur naturally took to meaning 'bad' and she was right. The Beauxbatons champion felt a slender leg brushing against the opening of her sex, sliding slowly back and forth as if seeking entry. The hormones dominated veela had no choice but to comply, spreading her legs apart so that more of her sex was exposed to contact. Fleur did, however, close her eyes, promising to exact punishment most dire upon her best friend.
"You ladies planning to help me with this?" Harry, the male veela, called out, brandishing his weapon. The two blondes cocked their heads to the side to look at his cock, simultaneously enumerating a prolonged 'OOooo' of awe and amazement. Harry rolled his eyes in response.
"Thank ze godz, it'z not damaged!" Regine silently agreed, offering her own gratitude to the powers-that-be as she licked her lips.
"Better do something fast about it before I do something hasty with it."
"Oh, I wonder what that would be." The pinned girl cheekily, grinning up at him from her prone position. The Gryffindor wondered if indeed the Beauxbatons prefect could do well with some spanking and possibly done on a regular basis, if for nothing else but to keep her from corrupting his Fleur.
"Hmm, I wonder az well. Pleaze show uz!" Too late. This might have been cute at another time, but right now, Harry was just annoyed; irritated and horny. While he could masturbate, experience has told him that all that did to a stimulated male veela, with company present, was leave him twice as horny, with half as many blood vessels operational, and an even more painful and hard erection in less than 30 seconds.
"Damn it. Will one of you girls just suck my dick!" The two girls exploded in a holler of laughter to the chagrin of a slightly red Harry, who crossed his arms in annoyance. Regine, the first to recover, moved to obey, only to be slammed back onto the bed once more.
"Oh no. Zis iz your punishment; one of them at least." Regine looked surprised as Fleur motioned Harry to sit in front of them so that his engorged member jutted out above her face. The blonde human girl was visibly salivating as Fleur slowly guided the object of her desire down…
… only to engulf it with her own mouth.
Regine watched slack jawed as the veela moved back and forth along Harry's powerful tool. She saw Fleur's jawbones move and her underlying muscles visibly clinch and contract with effort as she worked. Occasionally, she even let go of Harry's cock to concentrate on the base of his sex organ. Of course, this meant that as the male veela started to leak pre-cum, some droplets of this substance inevitably came under the effect of Earth's gravity.
One such droplet landed on the wide-eyed girl's cheek with a wet splat.
'What a BITCH!' Regine's mind raged. The human girl thrashed, only to find that she could get no leverage. Growling, she raised her head, stretching her neck to get to where she needed to go.
The smack came out of nowhere but was powerful enough that she felt her head snap to the side. Regine yelped in pain like a kicked puppy but tried again… only to receive another one on the other side. The blonde, now decorated with matching red smacks on her cheeks, literally broke down in sobs, but it was by no means from physical pain. Crocodile tears leaked from her eyes as she wailed loudly, gradually in increasing volume.
Fleur, however, did not buy the act when she allowed Harry's rod to pop out. In fact, the veela looked downright annoyed to have to take the time to deal with her whining friend.
"Listen! If you make another sound while I'm doing this, I'll be very displeazed, d'accord?" With that, Fleur went right back to sucking her lover off, lathering up his pleasure organ like it was royalty: a comparison that wasn't entirely without any basis in truth. A very pleased Harry petted her silvery crowned head affectionately in response, sending sparks of jealousy soaring through Regine.
Even so, the other blonde had a healthy dose of fear and decided that maybe she should take her friend seriously this time. But the blonde prefect was nothing if not persistent even as she stifled her whimpers. Soon enough, Fleur felt her exposed neck, shoulders and breasts being assaulted and plagued with nozzles, kisses and gentle touches that were far more distracting than any sound she could possibly make. Regine was like an adorable puppy, but one that was entirely too used to getting what she wanted from her owner…
The aroused Fleur decided to teach her friend a lesson as she felt Harry speeding towards his climactic finish. The veela pulled Harry down so that his rod pointed south before leaning over to the side. The weight off of her, Regine arched her back so that her head could reach the one thing that could satisfy her wanton need. Despite their less than optimal coupling position, the human girl managed to take in the first couple of inches Harry's dick. She sucked furiously, trying to make up for last time, while taking care to remember the lesson of last time. Clearly, sex and logic didn't mix well, or else Regine might have wondered why Fleur suddenly let go.
The reason was simple. The sight of the two blondes playfully clawing away at each other, verbally and otherwise, fighting for his cock had sent Harry over the cliff of rationality. The male veela was almost completely dominated by his sexual energies now and was literally fighting tooth and nail just to hold back. The female veela knew this, of course. With more than sufficient experience with little Harry under her belt, Fleur had carefully nurtured it to maximum elongation using a moderated pace of suction. All that was needed to instantly set him off was a burst of hyper-stimulation, AKA a hard suck, which Regine duly provided. Harry retroactively yelled out a warning, which while being sufficient to have prepared a human girl for a human male's ejaculation, most certainly wasn't enough to prepare a human girl for being hosed down at point blank range.
To her credit, Regine did valiantly try to swallow… the first one or two mouthfuls at least, and the particularly tastiness and addictiveness of the product helped her do this, but she was most certainly gagging by her third mouthful.
Regine tried to lie back, but found Harry's cock guided down with her. She tried to spit it out, but found the crown of the long tool firmly lodged in her mouth. She tried to turn her head and body, only to find herself unable to do so. Conditioned only so recently to not ever harm the intrusion inside of her, Regine found that her only recourses were to try to swallow again or splatter the overfilling white cream all over herself. Initially, she did the latter thinking that sooner or later it would be over. After about twenty seconds, the human girl decided that this was ridiculous and tried the former.
"Easy doez it. Not so hard, Reg. Try to message it wiz your tongue" Advised Fleur. Regine wanted to yell at her, but for an obvious reason, could not.
"If there'z too much, don't spit it out or you will choke. Comprez the volume of your mouth so the excez flowz out." Regine wanted to disobey, but basic trial and error comparisons showed that she did better following her friend's advice. Now the question of how was it that Fleur was the one giving her blowjob tips was pushed to the back of her mind in favor of taking advantage of the situation; that is successfully swallowing the seemingly endless supply of warm nectar-like liquid. Regine closed her eyes as she dreamed about sucking Harry's clearly unnatural dick all day like one would envision a daytime fantasy. Yep, the fantasy was so real that she kept sucking and gulping even when the cock was removed and there was no semen to ingest.
Regine blinked in confusion as suddenly her esophagus was no longer bathed in the sensation of having an endless stream of warm goo flowing through it.
'Hey! Where did it go?' One glance at the scene above her answered her own question. The blonde girl could only watch as her veela friend finished draining their mutual male lover and then licking clean his depleted organ.
Soft sobs issued from her hurt blue eyes. It just wasn't fair. When Fleur's own cerulean eyes looked down at her, Regine wanted to vent her frustration, shout out her rage, cry out her hurt and declare her righteous anger…
Alas, Fleur dove right for her exposed and cum covered right breast so the only thing she actually could do was moan out in delight.
Sat up straight, she patiently watched Fleur licking cum off of her hand like a feline cleaning its paw. Sensing herself being watched, the veela looked up with questioning eyes. Regine narrowed her eyes as she tried to push the decidedly negative emotions filling the inside of her through the windows to her soul. Fleur apparently didn't get the memo as thinking it had to do with the way she looked, swiped off the last bit of white cream on the edge of her mouth. The veela was about eat it when she noticed her friend still glaring at her.
"Want cum, Regine? It's the last bit."
'No, I don't want it, you back stabbing, skanking slut!' Was what she wanted to say. Of course, what she said was essentially an action oriented translation of 'Oh god, please YES!'
Regine was in fact so gracious that she treated her friend's finger to a thorough tongue message, but based on the eye she got when Fleur quickly withdrew her finger, she might have sucked a little too hard.
"Why?" She finished managed to ask. Fleur knew perfectly well what she meant, but took the time to think of an answer, which was both succinct and simple.
"You needed to know 'ow to suck 'arry off. Though you still need to work on 'aving a gentler clamp." Fleur stated, accompanying her coy answer with a cute flounce of her blonde mane of hair, which to the immense jealousy of Regine, seemed to have been naturally charmed to stay radiant and wavy no matter what.
The response left even Harry, lying against the head of the bed, speechless, though unlike Regine, he seemed to be fighting back the urge to laugh. The human girl let out a war-like roar and tackled her veela counterpart. Harry sat up, hands outstretched, intending to prevent a catfight when his jaw dropped.
His eyebrows arched so high that they looked conjoined with his hair.
'I didn't know angels could French kiss, especially like that… or that their hands were allowed to go there.'
Harry crossed his arms. Here he was, thinking they needed to be separated when all they wanted to do, was go at it like a pair of gay squirrels. Well nuts to them… Having blasted at least three times, he was definitely content for the time being. Plus, he probably should return before Dumbledore decides to send out a search party.
Feeling that his mouth was unnaturally dry and not just from the imagery before him, Harry conjured a glass of water for himself, but then conjured more in anticipation of two very thirsty girls. This happened to be a very good move because as soon as the girls finally stopped doing what they were doing, a smiling Fleur bounded over to kiss her mate. Her eyes lid up as she took one of the provided glasses of beverage, snuggling against him on one side as she quenched her thirst. Regine grabbed the other tall glass, tilted its bottom up, and messily gulped down the refreshing cool liquid like a sailor drinking at a bar.
"Oh, thank you so much for that!" The French prefect exclaimed as she propped her head on Harry's stomach, clearly exhausted by the work out.
"Iz 'e not simply a darling?" Fleur cooed, clomping at Harry.
"Yeah, unlike my bitch of a friend." The lightness of Regine's tone clearly indicated that she spoke in jest.
"Surely you mean my wonderful, thoughtful and kind friend who iz willing to share?" Fleur fired back at her friend, who finding the veela's logic quite impeccable, could only pout in response.
"Fleur was being mean to me, Harry." The blonde complained. "She didn't let me finish you off."
"You 'ad most of it." Fleur retorted.
"But I wanted it all." Harry wanted to laugh at how well Regine pulled off the child-like act, especially given the perverse nature of the subject matter.
"Don't be so greedy, or I will spank you later for being naughty." The veela admonished.
Looking between the two, Harry found that he wasn't entirely sure they were joking.
"So, can I punish Fleur if she's naughty?" The human girl asked of Harry.
"You can try." The veela cooed in response. The glint in her eyes told Regine that she was unlikely to succeed at this time.
"What about other girls when you add them to your harem?" The playful atmosphere momentarily dropped at that piece of a bombshell. Harry gave Fleur a questioning gaze, hoping for help, but only received an uninformative shrug.
"I suppose." The male veela supplied cautiously. The magnitude of the smile Regine gave upon receiving his answer took him by surprise, as if she was expecting it to confirm something.
"I appreciate your honesty, Harry." And the girl showed her appreciation by nuzzling his stomach.
"There's still one problem though."
"What's that?"
"Who will punish Harry for being naughty?" Regine and Fleur looked at each other, then both looked at Harry, who smiled in a knowing, paternalistic way with just the barest tinge of insanity.
"Zat'z what the other girlz are for." Fleur remarked dryly. "So we can run and hide."
Both Regine and Harry exploded in a belly full of laughter. The human girl turned her head sideways so that one side of her cheek rested on top of Harry. The blonde girl, decided to not push the issue but she clearly suspected that something was up. Harry simply didn't fit the mold of the kind of man, who tried to score as much as possible; much less demand from his partner the right to casually sleep around. And while it might be believable that her Fleur could have granted her access to her boyfriend, out of some sense of loyalty, she would never have been this carefree about who else she allowed him to bed. The Fleur she knew was almost fanatically possessive, sulking for days whenever she 'ditched' her to go out with a guy or girl.
Harry intuitively sensed the resting girl's concern. Dark green eyes met Fleur blue ones as he sent her a single wordless message: 'Tell her.'
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