Under the Moonlight
"That was very naughty of you… getting the other women to go topless," Bill said as he locked the bedroom door and cast a silencing charm.
"Don't be such a hypocrite," Fleur replied amusedly. "You were paying as much attention as the rest of the other guys." She paused with a thoughtful expression. "You found Hermione running around quite entertaining. Didn't you? She's surprisingly fit."
"Please," Bill said raising his hands defensively. "The last thing I need to think about, right now, is what Harry, Hermione, and my little sister are doing inside that tent."
"I think I'm more than capable of making you forget them," she boasted sultrily. "You said I was naughty," she added taking off her bikini and letting it fall to the floor. "What are you going to do about it?"
Bill had seen his wife's breasts hundreds of times, but they still left him breathless whenever she revealed them. There was no point in denying he had carefully checked out the tits of the other witches. Starting with Luna's lovely bumps, continuing to Angelina's athletic fun bags, to Hermione's imposing knockers, and ending with Hannah Abbott's huge milkers. They were all beautiful and desirable in their own way, but the only pair of breasts he had seen, that deserved to be called perfect, were those of his wife.
It might have been the sight of those perfect breasts with their high riding nipples, or the approaching full moon, but his blood was boiling. He let out a long, low growl and he pulled Fleur into his body for a rough kiss on the mouth.
Fleur was perfectly aware that the moonrise was in less than an hour, and that it was going to be a full moon. A nervous excitement coursed through her body.
"Are you going to punish me?" Fleur asked him coyly.
"Yes," he replied fiercely. "Get in the bed!"
She looked at him with a combination of dread and desire before she obeyed him.
Bill almost tore off his own swim costume off before he walked to the dresser and bent down to open the bottom drawer. On the bed, Fleur raised her upper body on her elbows to see what he would take out of the sex toy drawer.
"Mon Dieu. Ligottage," she whimpered.
Her husband pulled several long leather straps, and then he pulled them apart quickly with both hands, making them crack like a whip. He turned and gave Fleur a feral smile. Her chest started to heave.
The closer it got to moonrise, the more his senses sharpened. Bill could smell the fear and arousal of his wife. Even though she could not yet feel the first drops of moisture building inside her pussy, or smell the fear pheromones released by her pores, he could.
He tied both her wrists to the posts of the headboard with the leather straps. The ligatures were tight, but not tight enough to cut the blood circulation. He then bent her knees, so they were flat on the bed and pointing to the sides. He placed the soles of her feet together and tied her ankles firmly.
He paused to inspect his work so far. The handcuff knots were flawless and secure. He put a pillow under his wife's head to she could look down at what he was going to do to her, and then he just admired her luscious body.
Her bare cunt was spread open, and his nose told him that she was feeling more arousal than fear at this moment. He would take care of fixing that. The previous year he had installed a hoist with a chain on the ceiling above the bed. Bill stood on the bed and pulled down the chain. He tied the leather straps on her ankles to the chain of the hoist and with satisfaction noticed a spike of her fear pheromones.
Bill went back to the dresser and took out a jar of lubricant and a string of anal beads with one fluted end. Her arousal spiked again. He kneeled next to her and lightly caressed her inner thighs with the pad of his fingertips.
"You have the best pattes d'araignée," Fleur moaned, arching her back.
His "spider leg" fingertips slowly moved up her body, barely touching her skin until they reached her breasts. They teased her nipples before moving down her sides and over her pussy. More moans escaped her mouth as they slid down her already moist slit and ended in her arsehole. Goosebumps erupted all over her body.
Bill grabbed the jar of lubricant and applied the paste to her butthole and the beads. Each of the ten beads was an inch and a half in diameter and each one drew a satisfied moan from the French woman when it disappeared inside her arse.
Bill could feel the moonrise was getting closer. He pressed his nose against his wife's pussy and sniffed it before moving his nose up her body, sniffing all her the way. He made a stop at her armpits before finishing on her neck. Normally Fleur would always wear perfume, and she spared no expense in procuring the best French fragrances, but since this was a beach day, her body was devoid of any artificial perfume. It was a rare experience for Bill to inhale her unadulterated natural scent, and it was one he relished.
He licked her neck and proceeded to give her a tongue bath. Over the next several minutes, Bill licked the entire front part of her body without missing a spot. All he had to do was bite the tip of his tongue for his salivary glands to replenish the saliva. As he moved down her body, his tongue stopped at her armpits, making Fleur squirm and moan. He made prolonged stops at her breasts and then her pussy, driving the part Veela to the edge of an orgasm, but he stopped before she could finish. He moved the fluted end of the anal beads to one side and licked her arse. Again, she was brought to the edge on an orgasm only to be denied at the critical moment. His tongue continued going down her legs until he had licked the entirety of her feet.
Fleur's pussy was overflowing, and her entire body was of fire. She was desperate for the relief that only his cock could provide.
"Baise-moi, s'il te plait… Fuck me, please. FUCK ME." she begged him.
As Fleur looked on with growing frustration, Bill grabbed his erect penis and rubbed it on her pussy without penetrating her. He moved up her body on his knees, rubbing his penis along her body, her tits, her armpits, her face and ended rubbing it against her nostrils.
"Merde. Baise-moi, fils de pute!"
At that moment, the silvery rays of the full moon came through the window. Bill emitted a prolonged growl. It was the moonrise. Fleur facial expression changed to one of dread.
"Bill, you remember the safe word, don't you?"
He growled and looked at her fiercely before he spoke. "You know that during the full moon there is no safe word."
"You love me, Bill," she said with a pleading voice. "You wouldn't really hurt me."
"I have told you many times you should stay at the Burrow during the full moon, but you do as you please. Now you're going to take your punishment and enjoy it."
He took a deep breath and ascertained that fear pheromones permeated the entire bedroom. Bill laughed when she struggled against her restraints. "You're scared and you love it, bitch."
Fleur could not deny the truth of his words. Her nipples were puckered into pebbles, and despite the fear, her pussy and arsehole were twitching.
Bill had indeed warned her many times that she should go to the Burrow during the full moon because it was unpredictable how the moon would affect him. The effect varied depending on the distance to the Earth, solar activity, and planet alignment. He feared that one day a confluence of planets could make him completely lose control. That fact was always in the back of her mind.
Bill growled as his mouth moved to her neck and he roughly dragged his bare teeth over her pearly white skin. They left a trail of red tracks down her neck until he reached the point where the neck joins the shoulder. Fleur struggled as he opened his mouth wide.
Just when she thought he would bite and tear her neck open, his mouth moved next to her ear.
"Triwizard," he whispered with a chuckle.
O-O-O
Ginny, Hermione, and Harry walked into their tent, and their swim costumes were quickly discarded. The trio climbed unto the large bed in a tangle of limbs, each reaching for their favourite parts. Hermione had one hand on Harry's cock, and another in Ginny's pussy; the redhead had one hand on Hermione's tits and the other was contending for her share of Harry's hardening rod; Harry had one hand on Hermione's bum and another on Ginny's round tits. After snogging both women Harry pulled back and retreated to seat against the headboard. The two women looked at him quizzically.
"I want to watch the two of you," he said as he did a silencing charm.
Ginny and Hermione shared an avid smile and their mouths quickly locked together. Their tongues stayed close to the surface, perfectly aware that Harry found the sight of their battling tongues extremely arousing. The petite redhead asserted her sexual dominance and soon Hermione was on her back, with Ginny licking and kissing her salty neck. They caressed each other's breasts before Ginny dove between Hermione's pliant tits and the brunette pushed them with her hands against the redhead's face, pinching her own nipples in the process. Ginny placed a knee against Hermione's crotch and moved it rhythmically, drawing moans. She emerged from between Hermione's tits a minute later, flushed and gasping for air.
After a fierce snog, she straddled Hermione's thigh and started grinding her pussy against it while her hand sank into the dark bush of the brunette. She caressed the length of her slit before one finger and then a second one made their way into the moist warmth of pussy. She pulled her wet fingers out and put them in her mouth to get a taste of her lover. She put them in again and they emerged even wetter, but this time she leaned forward to put them in Hermione's mouth, who eagerly sucked on them.
Ginny dismounted her lover's thigh and laid sideways. She raised the brunette's legs and positioned her slick cunt against Hermione's drenched slit. The two women moved awkwardly at first, but soon they were moving in unison, grinding their wet cunts together. For good measure, Hermione started sucking on Ginny's toes to moans of approval from the redhead. The shorter woman could not quite reach the taller woman's toes to return the favour, so she used one hand to knead her own breasts.
Meanwhile, Harry was watching and listening to the moans and whimpers of the two women. His hand reached down, and he slowly began to wank himself, just enough to be ready for when he was called upon. He knew he would be. As much as his two witches loved fucking each other, they both needed his hard cock inside them to completely extinguish their uterine fire.
Harry was not surprised that Ginny was the first to reach a climax. Her body movements became convulsive, and she cried out to announce her orgasm. The concupiscent redhead had been orgasmic from the very first time he had touched her intimately at Hogwarts. Back in those glorious days, when they started exploring their sexuality, the new couple discovered that she could have orgasms from just sucking on her tits. Just like the spot below her earlobes, her tits seemed to have a direct line of communication to her pussy.
After her climax ran its course, the insatiable redhead moved to sit on Hermione's face, looking in the direction of the brunette's feet, and started grinding her pussy against it.
"Eat it," she demanded.
The submissive Hermione complied eagerly, smearing the combined juice of their pussies on her face. "Ginny, you smell so bloody good," she said lustily before properly licking and eating the aromatic pussy of the redhead.
Harry had to agree. Ginny's personal perfume, her cassolette, was one that reflected how clean she always was. It was a cleanliness she diligently worked on. Harry suspected it also had to do with the magic within her, because even when she was sweating profusely after riding his cock to exhaustion, there was something undeniably seductive about how she smelled. Just as her hair always had a flowery smell, her pussy always smelled of vanilla.
Ginny was pinching and pulling Hermione's nipples as she grinded her hips back and forth against the brunette's face. After a minute or two, she lowered herself all the way down to bury her face in Hermione's dark, burning bush. The brunette moaned and arched her back. Her orgasm was getting closer and closer.
Harry had a superb view of Ginny's exquisite bum. Hermione was spreading her butt cheeks with her hands as her mouth and tongue eagerly devoured her pussy. The sight was too stimulating, so he decided to join the action. He moved behind Ginny, spread his knees wide between the two women, and raised her bum high enough to gently drive his cock into her pussy. His strokes were shallow and controlled.
"Gods, Harry. YES," she cried.
Harry's balls were swinging in front of Hermione's face and the brunette captured one of them with her mouth to suck on it. Ginny got back to eating pussy and the brunette moaned into his captured testicle, sending a shiver up Harry's spine.
Hermione was transfixed by the sight of Harry's thick manhood stretching Ginny's pink pussy lips, thin and white. She wondered if that is how her own cunt looked as he stretched it to accommodate his cock. Drops of Ginny's syrupy arousal began to drip on her face and neck, but she did not relinquish her hold on Harry's right testicle. The redhead was now moaning into her pussy producing delightful vibrations that spread to her clit. Her orgasm was sudden. Waves of pleasure spread from her clit to the rest of her undulating, quivering body. Only when Harry cried with pain did she realize that her mouth was involuntary clenching around his testicle and that she was hurting him. With a pop, she let it go and rode out the rest of her orgasm.
Liberated from the movement constraint caused by Hermione's hold on his balls, Harry began to stroke deeper and more forcefully into Ginny.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny pleaded. "Give it to me!"
Harry kept a steady rhythm and Hermione realized he was trying to pace himself for a long evening. She would get her share of that splendid cock, and that thought put a smile on her face.
Ginny screamed loudly in the throes of her second orgasm. Her convulsing pussy squeezed out generous amounts cum that splashed down on Hermione's face and neck. Harry pulled out his still rigid member and it hit her face heavily. Hermione took a hold of it and moved her head to bring his cum covered cock into her mouth. Harry groaned appreciatively as the brunette sucked him.
Ginny moved to one side, only momentarily satisfied, but in need to clear the orgasmic fog from her head. Harry pulled his stiff member out of Hermione's mouth and moved around to face her. He kissed her lips before he began to lick Ginny's pussy-honey from her neck and face. They shared it with a delightful and tasty snog.
As Harry kissed and licked Hermione's creamy neck, he noticed that the love bite he had left on her their first evening was long gone. He pressed is lips against her pulse point and proceeded to leave a new mark of her. The rational side of Hermione disliked the idea of being marked as his sex property, but a more submissive Hermione took over when she shared that bed with the married couple. She enjoyed surrendering to their whims. They had led her to experience delights she never knew existed.
Harry moved between her legs and pushed them apart. "Spread open for me," he asked her.
Hermione hooked one arm behind each knee and pulled back and wide. Her eager slit opened to reveal its juicy interior, nestled among the curls of her cunt. Her eyes gleamed as Harry's imposing cock loomed between her legs and her breathing became shallow in anticipation of feeling her folds split asunder. Harry grabbed the shaft and slapped his cock down against her slit. She was so wet that her juices splashed over the surface. Harry smirked at her.
"Blimey, Hermione. Your pussy is so bloody wet."
"It wants that cock," she replied with a growl.
He slapped his hard and heavy meat against her clit repeatedly, making her feel pain or pleasure, her fevered senses could not decide which. She was burning with the desire to feel him inside her. The brown eyes of the brunette looked imploringly into Harry's green eyes, and he stopped punishing her nub. He pressed his warm cock along the entire length of her slit, making her breathing became ragged in anticipation of the pleasures to come. Hermione bit her lower lip, ready to be split apart, but he did not penetrate her. Instead, he pushed down on the shaft and moved his hips back and forth, making the underside of his cock slide along the length of her slippery opening. He was aiming the crimson head so it would poke her clit with each forward trust.
It felt good. It felt bloody good. But it did not satisfy the primal need to be stuffed full of cock that she felt burning within. Her vaginal muscles were contracting involuntarily, eager to wrap around his thick rod. More of her musky liquid arousal reached the surface with each contraction.
"Harry, please..."
He ignored her, grinding the head of his cock against her clit as he stroked it over her engorged cunt.
"Harry, I need you inside, please..."
He paused and smiled brightly at her. "You're always so polite," he said as he cock-slapped her clit again. "Do you want to ride it?"
"Fuck, yes!"
Harry moved towards the headboard next to Ginny, who was watching with interest. He laid on his back but kept his upper body a little raised with a couple of pillows. Hermione moved to get on top facing him, but he stopped her.
"No," he said. "I want to see that beautiful arse of yours bouncing on my lap. Face the other way."
Hermione complied and turned around. After positioning herself, her hand reached between her legs and took a hold of his warm member to guide it into her waiting pussy. Her head snapped back, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened. Her expression was one of pure relief and ecstasy.
"Ahhhhhhh… Yes... So good."
A minute later she was fully impaling herself, with loud cries and whimpers accompanying every bounce on top of his cock. Her hips would sometimes put a burst of speed that drew frantic cries from the bushy haired brunette.
Harry remained mostly passive, just admiring her gorgeous bum and stretched pussy lips as they devoured the entire length and girth of his cock. His hands would at times reach to knead her plump butt cheeks, digging his fingers into them. He also kept a covetous eye on the star shaped butthole that was clenching at regular intervals.
"That's a lovely sight, isn't it?" Ginny said next to him. "Her bum is beautiful."
"Yes," he agreed with a smile, drawing the redhead closer for a sweet and deep kiss. She put the palm of her hand on his chest and slowly caressed it, prompting him to reach for one of her breasts and do the same. Harry was kissing her behind the ear and along the neck when she whispered to his ear.
"Mark me like you did Hermione," she said offering her graceful neck to him. "I'm your witch too."
He placed a sucking kiss on the same side and spot in which he had marked Hermione on, and their lips locked again in a loving kiss. Minutes later, the frantic cries of Hermione startled them both.
"Fuck. I'm going to come," she said raggedly. The brunette was sweaty, breathless, and getting tired. Her bum cheeks were making loud slapping sounds as they collided with Harry's hips, closely followed by the slapping sounds of her sweaty tits hitting her ribcage.
"Time for you to get to work, Love," Ginny whispered to his ear. "Pound her pussy raw."
Harry smirked confidently at his wife before he drove his hips up to meet Hermione's downward thrust. His hips began moving up and down in a blur of blazing speed, colliding loudly with Hermione's meaty bum. The torrent of obscenities coming from her mouth was a sure sign she had lost all rational control.
"HARD… HARD, FUCK MY PUSSY HARD. GIVE ME THAT COCK, HARRY!"
Hermione fell forward, shaking uncontrollably, making his penis slip out of her pussy. Harry was quickly on top of her and wrapped one arm around her waist to raise her hips a little. With one hard stroke he buried himself into her clenching pussy and continued pounding her through her screaming orgasm until her knees gave out and she went limp.
Harry too had lost all rational control. He continued to fiercely pound the unresponsive body of the brunette into the mattress, making her bounce like a rag doll on the bed. Ginny pulled urgently on his shoulder.
"She's had enough, Harry," she said a bit alarmed. "Take me instead."
Harry took several deep breaths to calm himself down as his wife soothingly caressed his face and chest.
"Be gentle," she added softly.
Harry was shocked by the concern in his wife's brown eyes, and he felt embarrassed by the sexual frenzy he had just experienced. He pecked Ginny's lips and positioned her sideways, spooning into her back and raising her leg with his arm. He penetrated her pussy gently from behind and let her leg hook on top of his. The married couple moved their hips in unison with practised coordination. Harry reached around her back to fondle her breasts and nipples as they increased the pace of their movements. Harry felt himself getting closer to a climax and realized he was much further along than Ginny. His hand reached around for her pussy, and he started to rub her clit with the pad of his fingers.
"Just a little more, Love," she said grinding more urgently against him. "Are you close?" she asked breathlessly a little later.
"Yes," he replied, kissing her neck.
Harry felt her body tense up, and her toes curled on top of his feet. A slow tremor began to spread from her centre and her pussy wrapped itself tightly around his cock. His orgasm overtook him, and he pumped his hips firmly into her as he exploded with a stream of sperm into her pussy.
"I love you, Harry" she whimpered with a tremulous voice, and squeezed her strong vaginal muscles around his cock.
Their hips slowly stopped moving, and Harry pulled her tightly against his chest. His hand reached for her chin, and he gently turned her head. "I love you too, Ginny," he said kissing her.
They were snogging with their eyes closed when they heard Hermione sigh close by. She laid down sideways facing Ginny. Her arm reached around to embrace them both, making a warm sandwich out of the redhead.
"Thank you for rescuing me, Ginny," she said with a smile before giving Harry a harsher look. "For a moment I thought Harry was trying to bury me inside the mattress."
Seeing his stricken face and evident embarrassment softened Hermione's expression a little. "I may like it rough sometimes, or even most of the time, but if I'm barely conscious, it might be time to stop. You could have hurt me, Harry."
"I'm sorry. I got carried away, but I promise you it will never happen again. Please, forgive me. I went into a frenzy," he said apologetically.
Even though she was naked in bed, Harry realized that bossy Hermione was back in charge.
"I forgive you. I can also get carried away sometimes," she replied blushing as she recalled her own sexual frenzies. "It's a good thing Ginny was here to save the day and tame the wild animal in you."
"I'll sacrifice myself for you anytime, Hermione" the redhead interjected jokingly.
"Sure, you will," Hermione retorted dubiously. "You seemed to enjoy that sacrifice. A lot," she added with a chuckle.
The two women laughed and snogged each other. With relief, Harry let out a breath he was holding.
The rays of the moonrise came through the seams of the tent opening a little past 1:00 AM. It was a full moon. Harry noticed that Ginny and Hermione shared an apprehensive but knowing look.
He would have asked them what that look was about, but he had just averted trouble and did not want to look for more. He let it go.
O-O-O
Inside the magical tent just a few steps away from the threesome, Luna was sitting on the chest of her boyfriend with her hands firmly wrapped around his penis. Rolf was much larger and heavier than the petite platinum blonde and having her sitting on his chest, legs astride, did not cause him any discomfort. Currently, his thumb was completely inserted into her arse, moving in and out as she squirmed contentedly.
Luna's libido did not burn as hot as that of her other female friends. It was nowhere as intense as Ginny's libido, who admittedly enjoyed marathon sessions of non-stop sex; or Hannah's, who bragged about her lust for monster cocks.
Her sexual needs were comparably modest, and Rolf's average sized penis more than adequately provided all the sexual stimulation she needed. They were both more preoccupied with planning and financing their next expedition, than with rolling around a bed at every opportunity.
Tonight though, her boyfriend was in the mood. Seeing so many beautiful half-naked women had had an effect on him, and to be honest, she also had been stimulated by the conversations and activities of the day. She was happy to provide Rolf with a way to release the sexual tension they both had accumulated.
Luna was quite proficient at masturbating her boyfriend. Just as much as he was gifted at masturbating her. She had one of her small hands firmly grasping the base of his cock. The other hand was forming an "O" shape with her thumb and index finger, and it was tightly wrapped over the foreskin around the ridge of the head of his penis. She was moving it up and down unhurriedly, sometimes completely exposing the red bellend of his cock, and at other times, giving him short, fast strokes to stimulate the ridge.
Whenever she felt a preliminary throb at the base of his penis she stopped, keeping him in suspense. When the throbs stopped, she would resume her ministrations. After denying him a climax for the third time, she got off his chest and sat between his legs facing him. Luna placed the soles of her dainty feet along the sides of his erect length and pressed them together before stroking his cock with them. Her feet were extremely sensitive and the pressure against her instep gave her a small degree of pleasure. A foot massage was a perfect opening move that Rolf frequently used to get her in the mood for sex.
The couple enjoyed having his and hers pedicures. Taking diligent care of their feet was a requirement for Magizoologist explorers. While Luna was pleasuring him with her graceful, alabaster feet, Rolf was running the soft pad of his big toe along the length of her wet slit. He was gradually moving it closer to her clit and occasionally dipping it into her pussy. It sent waves of pleasure up her spine when he did.
Rolf started to flick Luna's clit and she began to whimper and mewl with every touch and every dip of his toe inside her pussy. She increased the speed of her foot strokes, and he began to grunt. Moments later a thick rope of semen shot straight up in the air and landed with a splat on her foot. It was followed by several smaller milky jets that landed between them. His toe moved the enviable dexterity and Luna soon went over the edge into a blissful orgasm.
The couple were cuddling on the bed when the rays of the full moon illuminated the threshold of their magical tent.
"You know," Luna said in her characteristic dreamy voice. "We should do research into the sexual response and habits of werewolves. The literature on the subject is rather inadequate."
Rolf immediately became more alert and looked at his eccentric girlfriend excitedly. "That's an excellent idea for a book, Luna. The sexuality of werewolves has never been properly studied. There's a lot of misinformation about them because of pureblood prejudices and we could help end that."
"We could also do a chapter or two about those who have been injured or bitten by werewolves, but never fully transformed," Luna added.
"You mean, like Bill?" Rolf asked wide eyed.
"Yes."
Rolf kissed her smack on the lips. "You're brilliant!"
O-O-O
Fleur felt relief when she heard Bill say their safe word. She was sure he had left deep teeth indentations on her neck, but he had not broken skin. He had now reached her tits and his lips wrapped around a hard nipple. He bit down and pulled roughly. At first, she moaned, but soon the pain overtook the pleasure and the moan turned into a cry of pain.
Bill would release the pressure of his bite just enough to keep her in the threshold between pain and pleasure for few seconds, only to bring her into pain again. Just when she thought her breast could not take it anymore, he switched to her other tit. She looked down at her chest and saw the red bite marks on its milky skin and pale nipples.
She could not explain why, but seeing her perfect Veela skin marred by all those marks was turn-on. Wizards could not understand the pressure of living up to a Veela's reputation. Even though she was only part Veela, her family had always expected her to be perfect and to turn men into mindless toys. She had discovered that being able to temporarily leave her reputation behind, and to be used as mindless toy, was a gigantic sexual turn-on.
Bill was attacking her other breast now, with the same result. Her ankles were tightly bound, but she could move her legs. The jolts of pain from her breasts somehow reached her crotch and her legs moved restlessly as her pussy dripped her arousal on the sheets.
Her cunt needed desperately to be touched and Fleur pulled in vain on her hand restraints in an effort to bring her fingers there. She rubbed her thighs together, but that did not provide enough friction.
"Mon chatte! Touch my pussy. Please, touch it!"
Bill laughed cruelly. "You need to be punished before you get relief."
He pulled on the chain of the hoist, pulling her legs up to a ninety-degree angle then he moved the hoist back towards the headboard to make the angle more acute. He positioned himself facing her bum and admired it. Her swollen cunt was framed by her bum cheeks and the gap between her thighs.
The first open handed slap was soft and close to the point where her back ended, and her right bum cheek started. Her repeated it on the left side. The subsequent slaps became gradually harder and moved closer to her centre.
Soon the hard sounds of the hand slaps on her bum were echoing throughout the room. His red handprints were visible on the creamy surface of her bum cheeks. They were sure to turn into black and blue marks in the morning. Most of the slaps made her howl with pain, but some made her moan in pleasure. Each one sent reverberations into her pussy. The closer the slap was to her centre, the more pleasure she felt. Fleur was wiggling her bum trying to get the slap on that sweet spot where the pleasure obliterated the sting of pain.
Soon it felt as if her entire bum was burning. She could feel the heat radiating from it. The redness and the heat had spread to her pussy and now she had reached that delicious threshold between pleasure and pain each time he slapped her. Her tear-filled eyes were almost closed when she noticed Bill lining his cock against her pussy.
He bared his teeth and growled fiercely before burying his cock roughly inside her.
"Oui, oiu. Baise-moi plus fort."
Fleur realized it was superfluous to tell her husband to fuck her hard. During the full moon that was the only way he fucked. He was making his hips crash against her sore, burning bum with ferocity. She was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure with each single thrust.
"Prend sa, putain de merde!" Bill screamed in her native language. "Take it, bitch," he repeated in English.
Fleur felt herself on the edge of a gigantic orgasm. Between ragged breaths she intentionally provoked Bill into being even rougher with her.
"Finis moi, fils de putain. Plus fort, plus vite!"
Bill gritted his teeth. He was going to finish her, alright. He increased the force and speed of his strokes to a punishing degree. Nobody called his mother a whore and got away with it.
"OUI, OUI, OUI. Je vais jouir!"
Fleur came completely undone. Her high-pitched screams reverberated through the room and the mirror on the dresser shattered into a thousand pieces. Bill pulled his cock out of her pussy, and with the precision of a marksman, shot an impressive load of his wizard-milk straight to her forehead. The second rope of sperm landed on her nose, and the third on her chin.
Fleur barely noticed the mess on her face. Her entire body was convulsing like she was having a seizure. Just when the orgasmic pleasure started to recede, Bill pulled the first anal bead out of her arse. When the bead popped out her butt, it sent a jolt through her body and her orgasm started all over again. Bill pulled another bead when her shaking started to diminish, sending her into another high. The entire process was repeated with each of the anal beads. Cum was pouring out of her battered pussy, making a large stain on the white sheets. The orgasm seemed to stretch into eternity.
When the last of the ten beads popped out of her arse. Fleur fainted.
O-O-O
"I KILLED HER. I KILLED HER," Bill screamed running naked out of the room. Tears were running down his face.
The first ones to hear his screams were George and Angelina, who were on the same floor and closest to their bedroom. They came out wearing only their underwear.
"Calm down, Bill. What happened?" asked George alarmed.
"I killed, Fleur," he said crying inconsolably.
Angelina quickly made her way to the master bedroom followed by the two men. She peeked inside and gasped. She quickly turned to face her husband before he had a chance to look in.
"George, go get Hermione," she ordered him.
Neither wizard questioned her request. It was a reaction that had been engrained in everyone who knew the bushy haired witch. Whenever a clear and rational mind was needed to solve a problem, Hermione Granger was the one to get.
A couple of minutes later, the brunette made her way through the crowded corridor of the second floor. Like everyone else, the trio had rushed out of their accommodations and were seriously underdressed. Hermione and Ginny were wearing only their knickers and a short dressing gown. Harry was wearing only his boxers.
"I don't think she's dead," said a pale Hannah Abbott as they walked by. "I'm sure I saw her breathing."
Bill was sitting on a chair being consoled by George, Neville, and Rolf who had just arrived. Someone had given him a towel to cover himself. Ginny joined those attending to her brother. Angelina was keeping guard at the door of the master bedroom and had not allowed any of the men to look inside to protect the privacy of her totally exposed friend. She tried to stop Harry too.
"You can't go in, Harry. She's completely naked."
"I appreciate what you're doing, Angelina," he said with genuine respect for the loyalty she was showing to her friend, "but I'm an Auror, and if Fleur is dead or was injured by Bill, I'll have to make a report and submit a Pensieve memory."
"Harry is right, Angelina," Hermione confirmed, placing a sympathetic hand on the side of her friend's arm. "It's standard DMLE procedure."
Angelina reluctantly relented and let them in. They both gasped when they went through the threshold. Hermione covered her mouth with a hand and froze momentarily before rushing to Fleur's side.
Harry closed the door and methodically took stock of the scene, hoping with all his heart that it would not turn into a crime scene. The seemingly lifeless body of the French woman was tied with leather straps to the bed and her legs were pulled up by a contraption with pulleys above the bed. Her body, and particularly her breasts, had multiple bite marks and scratches. Her bum, which was hanging slightly off the bed, was completely red and had visible handprints. Some areas were starting to discolour and turning yellow and blue. She had obviously been beaten. Her mons pubis and vulva were also red, but not to the same degree as her buttocks. Rape charges could not be discarded as a possibility. A long string of fairly large anal beads was just below her arsehole, lying on a pool of what appeared to be female vaginal fluids. Her face was covered with semen, and some was dripping off her face. The large mirror of the dresser was broken, as were several bottles.
"Thank the gods," Hermione said with obvious relief after running some basic diagnostics spells. "She's alive. Nothing is broken and there is no organ damage."
Harry took a deep breath. A giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Rennervate," Hermione said pointing her wand at Fleur. "Can I untie and cover her, Harry?"
"Yes, but I still have to ask her a couple of questions."
Fleur opened her eyes and she looked confused when they focused on Hermione's face. The brunette was undoing the knots of her hand restraints while Harry undid the one on her ankles after lowering her legs. He tried his best not to look at her intimate parts, but it was impossible not to get some flashes of her spread open crotch. When she was completely untied, Hermione covered her with a bedsheet.
"Ask your questions, and leave," ordered Hermione.
"Are you okay, or do you need transportation to St Mungo's?"
Fleur was still looking a bit disoriented. "I'm fine… Mon Dieu. This time it really was la petit mort."
"What?"
Hermione spoke fairly good French, so she clarified for him. "The French sometimes refer to an orgasm as la petit mort, it means the little death."
After he nodded his thanks, he addressed Fleur directly again. "Was all of this consensual?"
"Of course, it was," she replied looking at Harry quizzically. "Where is Bill?"
"Including the tying down and the beating?"
"What are you suggesting. Where is Bill?" the Veela asked angrily.
"Fleur," Hermione intervened trying to pacify her. "Harry has a duty to ask you these questions. As soon as you answer, the Auror will leave, and he will be your friend again."
The French Veela's face turned red with embarrassment, something that surprised Harry to a degree.
"Yes. It was consensual. Things just got a little too intense and I fainted."
"No need to be embarrassed," Hermione interjected with a sharp look at Harry. "It could happen to anyone. I've been close to fainting several times myself and men sometimes don't know when to stop."
Harry gave his girlfriend a meek look before turning to Fleur. "I'm really happy you're okay, Fleur. I'll go tell Bill."
When he opened the door, everyone looked at him expectantly.
"She's alright…"
He had barely finished the words when Bill rushed into the room followed by the other women. Angelina closed the door on the face of the other men.
O-O-O
Late the next morning the women gathered in the kitchen to make a gigantic breakfast before heading out to the beach. Fleur did not show a single sign or mark of the ordeal she had been voluntarily subjected to, despite wearing only a small bikini.
Her friends had helped. Hermione and Hannah had acquired a vast repertoire of healing charms during the war, and they had been extremely useful, but there was one area of magic in which Veela's had no equal. Their beauty and concealment charms were unmatched. Her skin was pristine and glowing.
When Fleur sat down, she groaned with obvious discomfort and an awkward silence descended on the table that extended uncomfortably. Someone had to address the elephant in the room.
Fleur sighed with resignation and her jaw set with an expression of determination despite her embarrassment.
"I want to thank all of you for your concern and support for me last night," she said looking around the table. She extended her hand and closed it on top of Bill's hand. He raised his eyes and looked at his wife. "I know this might be hard to understand, but Bill didn't do anything to me that I didn't want to happen. I fainted because the pleasure was too intense… even though I had to first go through some pain to get there," she added with a chuckle.
There were smiles and chuckles around the table.
"I'm impressed, dear brother," George said looking at Bill. "I'm sure not many wizards can say they shagged a Veela unconscious."
After Hannah finished laughing, she looked at Fleur. "I want to hear all about it our next Girls' Night Out. I want to be shagged unconscious too."
Neville's pumpkin juice sprayed out his nose.
Angelina rolled her eyes. "Just wait until Hannah has a couple of shot of Firewhiskey. That's all she will be able to talk about."
"You ought to teach your concealment charms to Ginny and Hermione," Luna said to Fleur. "Their love bites are quite distracting. At first, I thought they were Dabberblimp bites, but Rolf corrected me."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I like my love bite the way it is," Ginny said before kissing Harry on the cheek. "It reminds me of a very talented wizard I know."
Soon the amused banter extended around the table and the scary incident of the previous night was all but forgotten. They all had another fun day at the beach.
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