Even if it wasn't said in her unbelievably sexy accent what she said would've had me standing at attention, but as she pulled away from the whisper she gave me one last sultry look before her expression turned into the giddy, excited girl again and grasping my hand began to pull me back towards our table.
My mind was reeling, I don't think the night could've been going any better however now all that was on my mind was: "Well now, Potter, lets see what you end up doing to mess this up."
Half way to the table, we met Hermione and Krum. Hermione was flushed from dancing and he said that he wasn't ready for dessert yet and that he would go and fetch them some more drinks.
"Do you wanna go check on Ron and the others?" Hermione asked, "There's a bit of a queue it looks like, so Viktor might be a while."
I looked over at Fleur, who nodded and spotting Ron and Luna over by a large ice sculpture, we made our way over.
"Hi Ron," I said, "How's it going?"
"Wonderful," Ron replied sarcastically, "You're with Fleur, Hermione is with that git, and I'm here with Looney, looking like a tit in this get up."
"That's not a very nice thing to call your date, Ron," I chided and then looked over at Ron's date, "Luna, is it?
The small waif-like blonde who I'd never met said. "Yes, Luna Lovegood. And don't mind Ronald, his head is full of wrackspurts. I've told you Ronald, your outfit is lovely. My grandfather wore something similar to my parent's wedding."
"Oh great," Ron said, gritting his teeth, "I look like your grandpa."
"He was a lovely man." Luna replied defensively.
"I'm sure he was, Luna," said Fleur, "Take no notice of 'im. Did you like ze Weird Sisters?"
"Oh yes, very much so, but they aren't that weird. The should just be called the Sisters, but then there's lots of those about, isn't there?" Luna replied dreamily.
Fleur nodded, amused.
"So where's your date, then Hermione, gone to find a room for you too to shack up in?"
"He's gone to get them drinks, actually," I replied, testily.
"Figures. You know he only wants one thing." Ron said.
"You know what Ron, if you wanted to go to the ball with me, you should've just asked me sooner, and not as a last resort," Hermione said, clearly upset.
"You would've gone with me?" Ron said, frowning.
"I would have, yes," Hermione replied, indignantly, "But with you acting like this, now I'm glad you didn't."
"I'm not acting like anything." Ron snapped.
"Come on, guys," I said, "Let's just leave him. I don't want to ruin our night."
"Ah yes, that's me, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend who always ruins everything. Wouldn't wanna ruin your chances of banging the Beauxbatons slut, would I?"
I felt Fleur bristle beside me and for a second I had no idea what to do. Do I let her jump in and defend herself, or take this myself? It was a toss-up, but he said it to me, so I felt I had to defend her honour.
"No, Ron, someone who says things like that about people isn't my friend. First, you don't believe me about entering the tournament and now you insult a brilliant girl just because you're jealous of the fact I'm here with her and you aren't. I'm fed up with your jealousy, we aren't friends anymore. Leave us alone."
"He's right," Hermione said, "I don't wanna be friends with someone who treats people like this either, Ronald. We're done."
"Fine." Ron snapped and without another word, I turned around and offered my arm to Fleur who took it. We both walked away from Ron and Luna, with Hermione and back towards our table. On our way we found Krum, who had brought drinks for him and Hermione, but also another bottle of wine for Fleur and I. Hermione told Viktor that he was very thoughtful and gave him a kiss on the cheek that had him smiling. It was a weird expression on a face that I'd only ever seen as being surly.
I poured our drinks and sat down but Fleur didn't, instead reaching into a bag that was much deeper than it appeared and pulling out a small makeup bag. She excused herself to go to the toilet and of course, Hermione volunteered to go with her. I've always found it weird how girls always have to go to the toilet together.
I sat and watched the room for a minute or so and was marvelling at the thousands of tiny snowflakes that were falling from the Great Hall roof and then disappearing above our heads when I felt Gwenog Jones clumsily almost fall into her seat next to me.
"Sup Harry," the admittedly very attractive quidditch player said, "Bit tipsy now, think it's time for some dessert so soak up some booze."
I smiled and nodded at her as she spooned some profiteroles into her golden bowl that had appeared in place of her dinner plate and poured some cream over it from a nearby jug.
She dove into it with gusto, and when she came up for air, she had cream around her face when she said, "So, Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. I bet you've got all the girls here lining up to ride your broomstick."
Krum looked over at his ex in shock and I'll admit I was pretty taken aback.
"Erm, well…not really," I replied.
"You don't have a girlfriend, that's not what Rita Skeeter said, she said you're with Hermione Granger, but then, she's Vicky's date, isn't she?" Gwen replied.
"She is, and Hermione has never been my girlfriend, she's just my best friend."
"Ah but that's how it starts isn't it?" Gwen said, drunkenly waving her spoon at me, "One day best friends, the next, you're going at it like rabbits."
"I don't see her that way, and she doesn't see me that way either'" I replied vehemently.
"Good," she replied, "Then you and I should have a dance."
"I'm here with Fleur and based on what you said about my broomstick, I think you have other things on your mind besides dancing, so I'm afraid I'll have to say no." I said, there was no way I was going to mess things up with Fleur. As undoubtedly attractive as Gwen was, Fleur was way hotter. Thankfully, I felt her hand on my shoulder as she sat down next to me.
"Oui, 'Arry is mine for ze evening," she said, glaring at the Quidditch captain, go and find someone else's broomstick to ride."
"Maybe I will," Gwen replied and not finishing her dessert, got up and made her way to the front of the stage, where the band was setting up again.
Fleur smiled triumphantly at me as she took a large sip of her wine before.
"So, you were saying you and your sister get into lots of mischief, like what?" I asked, spooning myself some profiteroles, while Fleur helped herself to chocolate mousse.
"Nothing quite as exciting as fighting with a troll," she said, "But in ze summer last year she had me enchant a thread to put into my father's trousers to make him think he wasn't wearing any," she said, finding it so funny by the time she finished her sentence she nearly became unintelligible. It was adorable, to be honest.
"That's hilarious, what happened?"
"It was, we did it on the evening he had late-night work drinks with friends. He was at work the next day and hungover so he was putting on his third pair before he realised. A troll though and dementors? It sounds like you get into all sorts of trouble."
"Yep," I admitted, "I get into way too much trouble, more than I care to admit."
Fleur leaned then and whispered into my ear, "Well, you see, that is what I am. Trouble. I wonder how you might get into me."
"Hmm, I said under my breath, "You mean besides our wonderful conversation?"
"Oui." Fleur said, the sultry look in her yes making me tighten down south. I have no idea how I came up with what I did, but I think it might've been this sentence that sealed the deal.
"Well on one of my adventures I needed liberal use of Parseltongue. Do you think that might aid in my quest?"
"Hmm…it might," Fleur replied. She leaned back in her chair and as just as I wondered if I could've said the wrong thing. I felt her hand on my thigh and an even stronger wave of allure that had the boys on the tables around us turn their heads and the girls look on with scowls on their faces.
"Would you like some of ze chocolate mousse?" she asked, "It is divine."
"I'm good," I replied.
We were once again interrupted, not by Dumbledore, but by the band starting up again. We were quickly left alone at the table as everyone wanted to get a good spot. Fleur and I looked around at them but because she didn't move to get up I stayed put. She smiled at me and then after turning her spoon in her bowl of mouse to coat it, she stared at me with her big blue, doe eyes and started to slowly lick it off.
My stomach did a backflip.
"You, er, look like you're enjoying that," I said, not sure how to respond.
"Oh I am," she replied, taking another lick, "But I am not thinking about ze chocolate."
"No?" I asked with a smirk, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about ice cream, of course," Fleur replied, with a giggle.
I laughed, saying "Is that so?"
"Mhm," she said, placing her left hand back on my thigh and running it dangerously towards my crotch.
I leaned closer to speak into her ear, to make sure she heard every word above the music.
"I can keep behaving like a gentleman, but if you keep behaving like that, I will be the one that makes you scream."
She turned her head slightly so that we were cheek to cheek, and I was thankful we were so tucked in and the tablecloth was covering everything because she moved her hand higher and started to rub my cock through my dress robes, saying back, "Ah, but I am ze Veela remember?"
"Then I will be the one making a Veela scream." I replied.
"Hmm, we'll do not make promises you can't keep. Let's go now. You can prove it." she near-growled into my ear.
I smirked, clearly I'd gotten her riled up.
"Not yet," I replied, taking her hand from my cock and draining the last of my wine before getting to my feet, "A gentleman should dance with a lady."
Her lustful glare turned into a grudging smile and she got to her feet also and we walked back together into the dancing crowd.
We met Hermione and Krum, who were right in the mix, dancing with a bunch of Gryffindors to an upbeat song I didn't recognise. For a while, we danced with them in a circle and Fleur seemed to have developed a fun little friendship with Hermione. They were trying to beat each other with a game of who could do the cheesiest dance move until both of them burst into laughter.
Full of alcohol and bravado, for the next song, which was at a similar speed, I took Fleur by the hand and holding her in the same pose I started to dance with her. After leading her through the first few steps of the dance we practised, I threw some of the steps in at different points, twirling her and moving her as it seemed to fit with the music. I nearly stepped on her toes once, but it went wonderfully and then finally after a double spin, I leaned forward and dipped her before pulling her up to my chest. When she came back up she smiled and then kissed me on the lips, something that left my head spinning and caused wolf whistles from those around us.
Fleur broke the kiss and grinned at those around us, before whispering into my ear and asking, "Did you find us somewhere private?"
Cheering in my head I tried to not look too excited as I nodded in response, saying, "It's a little bit of a walk, though."
"Zen we better leave now," she replied, and just as the band's last song started (which was lucky as it meant we didn't draw the attention of the others) with a last wave to Hermione and Krum we made our way back to the table for her to lick up her clutch before exited the Great Hall.
The tension in the air was palpable as we walked hand in hand through the castle and towards the Grand Staircase. For a minute or so, neither of us spoke, before Fleur said, "I had a wonderful time, tonight. Thank you for being a gentleman. You've been lovely"
"I've just been myself," I shrugged.
"I'm beginning to see that."
"I have loved spending time with you though, thanks for not letting my friend Ron put you off our night, or any of the others."
"It was easier with you here. I found it easier not to care," she said, smiling at me as we climbed the staircase.
"I'm sorry by the way," I said with a hesitant sideways look," I might've defended you a bit too hard there, you're able to fight your own battles."
"Non, it was nice for someone else to do it for me for a change. It gets draining after a while."
"I bet it's nice that now you're a champion, you can prove that you're more than just your looks to everyone," I observed.
"Exactement, that is why I will win," Fleur replied proudly.
"Ha okay," I snorted, "If you say so."
"I do say so," she replied with a smirk, "You see, I like to be the one that dominates."
"Oh really," I answered, raising my eyebrows challengingly, "We'll see about that."
"Oui, we shall."
We walk up another three floors of the grand staircase in tantalising silence, which is super uncomfortable with a raging boner rubbing against the inside of my boxers.
I heard Fleur let out a sigh of frustration, it was a long walk from the Great Hall to the seventh floor.
"Not too much longer," I said, "Patience is a virtue."
Ha, you shall see that is not what I am."
"No?"
"Not at all."
I swallowed, my stomach in knots but glad for the alcohol and Calming Draught as we walked up the final two runs of stairs.
"All gentlemanliness aside though, Fleur, you do look beautiful."
She gave me a playful nudge with her hip and said,
"
Thank you, I'm glad you like my appearance, though I wish I didn't have to wear zis special brassiere, it makes everything uncomfortable."
"What do you mean?"
"Zis isn't ze true size of my cleavage, you see. The brassiere, it makes them more petite, I have the enchantment in much of the bras I 'ave, but they have to be very tight fitting or the enchantment does hold. I knew our dancing may get a little more vigorous and it can hurt jumping up and down, having it on show would've drawn more attention and…I didn't want to you to get too distracted just yet." she finished with a sexy smile.
"I er…I see." I replied awkwardly. Did this mean her body was somehow even better than I'd imagined?
"Not yet you don't."
We pretty much ran to the top of the last flight of stairs and onto the seventh-floor corridor. Straightaway I start walking backwards and forwards in front of the wall thinking of the room I want.
"Arry?" she asked, "What are you doing?"
"One moment," I replied, trying to not get distracted when finally, the door of the Room of Requirement materialised before our eyes making Fleur let out a gasp.
"A secret room?" she asked in wonderment, "What is inside?"
"You just think what you want and the room makes it for you. Once you're in, no one else can enter."
"So what did you think of?" She asked as she turned the handle and led me inside.
"Oh, 'Arry! C'est parfait!"
I grinned at her reaction. I'd taken a long time to make sure I got the room to how I'd wanted. I'd gone for a modern look, opting to not go for a standard wizarding-style room, but a large modern muggle hotel room, with a large glass window that has the illusion of looking out across the Paris skyline. The floors were of a polished dark wood and the furniture - a large sofa and a long lounge chair with armrests were upholstered with slate grey leather and gleaming metal armrests and decorations.
Along one wall was a large double bed in the same grey colour, but with fine Egyptian cotton sheets and on the other wall was the open doorway to a small white tile bathroom complete with a bath, toilet, sinks and shower.
"I'm glad you like it," I replied as she made her way over to the large window to look across the night sky. I made my way up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist before kissing her gently on the cheek.
"It's perfect, 'Arry. It is almost like I am back at 'ome."
We held each other for a moment. Our momentary mutual arousal halted slightly by our embrace, until -
"Is there somewhere I can change?" she asked.
"You want to get changed? I was looking forward to getting you out of that dress."
"My bag, it holds more zan you think. You will not be disappointed."
"There's a bathroom right there."
She nodded and said, "I will be back soon and do not take of your robes yet, please just…sit there. "
She pointed to the long dark grey lounge chair.
"Okay." I replied, nodding slightly.
She turned at gave me a long closed-mouth but deep kiss that left me aching for her as she excused herself to the bathroom. I did as she asked, walking to and sitting down on the long lounge chair, not really believing this was happening. Now it was time to put my plan into action and I quickly hid my wand under a cushion on the lounge chair I was reclining on. That plan instantly (and thankfully temporarily) vanished from my mind when the bathroom door opened again and my jaw pretty much hit the floor.
Her ice-blonde hair, previously in its elegant up-do had been disassembled and now hung out of sight, clearly cascading down her back in soft curls judging by the lone bunch of hairs that twirled over her bare right shoulder to below her bust. Her face, which at the ball held make-up designed for natural beauty had been modified to be much more erotically. The changes were simple but effective as a thicker layer of eyeliner framed her large crystal blue eyes and a layer of deep red lip-gloss shone on her full, kissable lips.
The timeless and classy silver dress had gone. I ran my eyes down from her beautiful face to her chest and saw that she hadn't been lying about the effects of her bra. The soft, plump cleavage of her breasts was large, high and round and held in place by an ornate lace bra that regretfully gave no hint of their treasures beneath.
Her large breasts were in contrast to how slender her waist was, but then her pale flesh kicked out into very generous hips on either side of a stomach that was slim, but not overly toned. The base of her stomach was covered with a suspender belt in the same intricate black lace as her bra and held up sheer stockings long, slender legs enhanced my high black stilettos. Between those legs, just a thin triangle of black material, her underwear covered by her suspender belt.
Fleur gave a sexy smile at my stunned speechless reaction and asked "So…do you like?"
Only then, as she did a slow till on the spot for me did I see the prize that I'd been dreaming about all week. The skin of her juicy, heart-shaped ass was completely bare to me, save for a long strip of black material, her underwear clearly being a tiny G-string.
In short, I was stunned speechless and she knew it, judging by her playful giggle at my reaction. I could feel her Allure hitting me full blast and while I didn't succumb, I could tell it was having an effect. I was so worked up that I felt like I could blow at any second. I needed her now, so I got to my feet and took a deep breath, reminding myself to follow the plan.
As a stood, she started to walk towards me and I did to her, before we collided in an instant passionate kiss, tongues exploring in each other's mouths as I took the opportunity to grasp her sumptuous ass with both hands. Fleur had other ideas and began to kiss down my neck as she quickly unbuttoned my robes and threw them off me, leaving me in only my shoes, bow tie, shirt and trousers. The shirt & tie came off next and then she slowly started to push me backwards as her lips returned to mine, clearly wanting me to lay on the lounge chair. This wasn't the plan though so I stood my ground. Instead, she dropped to her knees.
"Take ze shoes off," she said breathily, and after a moment's discomfort, not wanting to ruin the moment by bending down to untie them, I forced my feet out of my shoes and kicked them to the side. She grasped my belt and in one smooth motion pulled it through my trousers' belt loops, flung it to the floor and then while she unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped my fly, Fleur spoke:
"You know 'Arry…at first I thought that you might just make a good date and that maybe I might consider doing this with you, but you know, after the other night, near ze carriage…"
My trousers fell to my ankles and as she gave my cock one long rub through my boxers, she said,
"I 'ave been thinking about your dick all day, every day."
"You have?" I asked, mind swimming at the thought.
She paused her hands position at the waistband of my black boxers and looked up at me as she said.
"Mhm... I even played with myself thinking about it last night. What it looks like…
She pulled my boxers to my ankles, my cock springing out in front of her.
"What it feels like."
She wrapped a dainty, French-manicured hand around my length and slowly began to stroke it. She then brought her face closer to it.
"What it…tastes like."
Leaning down, she took the flat of her tongue and gave my cock a long, slow lick from base to head, making me kick my head back in pleasure. She continued to rub my shaft gently in her hand when she said,
"And whether all of it will fit in my tiny pussy."
"And whether all of it will fit in my tiny pussy."
She moved her head back down, presumably to start sucking my cock properly. With this goddess's ruby lips inches from my cock I was very nearly a goner, the plan nearly went out of the window but something in the corner of my mind whispered. I don't know where the willpower came from, probably the same sort of thing that means her Allure or the Imperius curse doesn't affect me, but I steeled myself with determination. I refused to be an average shag.
"Fleur. Stop." I said, trying to look kindly at her and placing a hand tentatively under her chin.
She looked up at me, frowning, with almost a look of hurt in her eyes and asked, "Why?"
I didn't give her an answer and instead reached for her hands and quick pulled her to her feet. Her frown turned to a confused smile as I turned her body and sat her down on the lounge chair kissing her strongly, pushing her backwards so she reclined onto her back. Then I kissed from her collarbone up the sensitive skin of her neck before speaking quietly and in a low register into her ear.
"Do you trust me?"
"Oui," she said breathily.
"Close your eyes."
She did as I asked. I reached beneath the pillow she was laid on and then one by one I took her each of her hands and gently laid them on the metal armrests, casting 'Incarcerous' to bind her wrists to the chair in thick ropes.
Her eyes shot open.
"Zis is not fair, 'Arry, I wanted to-" she started with a slight upturn of her mouth betraying any anger before I interrupted her.
"I know what you wanted Fleur. You wanted my cock in your mouth and for me to cum right down your throat. Didn't you?"
"I did." she answered with a blush, watching me as I stood next to her, slowly rubbing myself.
"You see," I said, standing rubbing my cock just out of reach, "When I thought I might have a chance to be with you like this the other night I got to thinking…I knew as a veela you'd be able to blow my mind, how you could give me the time of my life, but then I thought, how could I make it the time of yours too?"
"Oh 'Arry," she said with a soft, almost patronising smile but her eyes not leaving my cock as she tested her restraints, "You don't have to."
It was almost like she expected me to be average, I wouldn't let it stand. I released my cock and stepped behind her and out of sight. At this point I quickly removed my socks. Crouching next to her I again poke in a low register into her ear, "You see, I have a fun little theory. After what you said the other night I did a little research. Veela like big cocks because of the magic in our seed, don't you?"
"Oui…yes." she said. From my position I had a great view of her breasts in their black lace prison, already heaving slightly.
With my fingertip, I wipe a bit of presumably from the eye of my cock and smear it across her lips, which she immediately licked off. Her reaction was instant, with a long exhale, her hips started steadily gyrating, squirming on the chair as she rubbed her thighs together.
"Now who's the one in trouble?" I asked.
"Moi." she said breathily.
"I want to know, Fleur, I have a theory, you see, the reason why you wanted me to treat you like a gentleman tonight isn't just because you wanted me to treat you like a lady, is it? Correct me if I'm wrong, but It's because even without your being a Veela, the leers from all the guys wanting to do naughty things to you just reminds you that you want someone to do to you all those things they're dreaming of, but with someone like me, someone potent, someone you can trust who might be able to give you what you need. You want me to treat you well, to respect you like the respectable girl you are, for me to not just think about how stunningly hot you are, but like you for you."
"You…you are right," she whispered.
"You need me to satisfy the emotional part of you first… but there is the other part isn't there Fleur? The one that wants me to…wants me to do what?"
I stepped around the lounge chair again and straddled her, my cock no more than a foot from her face.
She bit her lip and she looked up at me, her eyes full of arousal. They were piercing, almost avian.
"I want you to…fill me…I want you to use me…I want your hot seed in my mouth and in my pussy and…"
"And what do you want right now?"
"Shove zat large, handsome cock into my throat." she commanded.
I reached down and placed my thumb to her lip and she sucked it, lavishing it with her tongue. I removed it and she bit her lip before opening her mouth wide.
I inched forward, looking at her seriously, giving her one last chance to back out.
"Oui, yes, do it. Start slow, I want to see how far I can…but then go rough," she said, before opening wide again and now sticking out her tongue.
Gently I placed the tip of my cock on her tongue and slowly pushed it inside. I hadn't even finished getting the head in before her tongue started moving making delicious swirls that shot pleasure through me. Pushing further I got about two-thirds in and she made a noise and gagged, so I pulled my cock out, seeing that I'd made her eyes water.
"That's it," she said, "ze limit, now fuck my mouth."
Immediately I did what she asked I grabbed the sides of her head and shoved my cock between her lips. Pushing forward much faster now, I began thrusting into her mouth. As she licked and slurped around my shaft, I knew I wouldn't last long. I felt myself about to come and it took every last bit of willpower I had to do what I did next. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and shot hot ropes of spunk all over her pretty face.
She gasped and growled.
"Why, why would you do zat?" she snapped, her eyes piercing and bird-like once again, "I need zat. Release my hand, I can make it so you can go again."
I smirked at her, relishing the way she squirmed on her chair.
I raised an eyebrow, to let her know she couldn't talk to me like that and then, simply said, "Not yet."
"But why?" she demanded, whining in exasperation.
"Because," I said, climbing down from my position casting an evanesco on my load to remove it from her skin. Then grabbing her by her tiny waist I pulled her flat on the lounge chair, causing an excited 'eep', "Because you have insulted me."
"How?" she asked, frowning.
"How?" I asked, smirking but speaking with mock disappointment, "You've done me the dishonour of hiding these from me all night."
One by one I pulled the straps of her lacy black bra off her shoulders before leaning down to kiss each shoulder as I did. Getting the idea she helped by lifting her torso up so I could unclasp her bra, but as I kissed her while doing she gave my lip a sharp bite to show her displeasure. As her wrists were still tied to the chair, three quick diffindos I severed the bra straps from her arms before quickly following up with a reparo.
Now at this point I'd only ever seen one other pair of boobs in person, but even now I can safely say that once I reached forward and removed the bra from Fleur's chest, I revealed the most perfect set of breasts that I've seen to this day. I knew then, as I stared at the fullness of her heaving, perfectly symmetrical, bountiful cleavage and at her perfectly proportioned and erect pink nipples that I would need no Veela magic at all to get me ready to go again.
The expression in my face and my rapidly re-hardening erection must've shown how I felt, because Fleur giggled and said, "You look like you've seen 'eaven."
"I have," I replied, reaching out and fondling her breasts, "They're perfect. You're a goddess, Fleur."
I gave each nipple a playful pinch thay caused her to gasp.
"Yes, play with zem, put your mouth on them." she pleaded.
"Not yet," I replied, getting up and walking to the foot of the lounge chair to grab each of her knees and part her thighs. Slowly, I then ran my thumb on the G-String where it covered her core making Fleur moan gently.
"Oh fuck, 'Arry," she breathed, "Please…I can't take it."
I reached beneath the suspender belt and slowly peeled the tiny G-string off her petite frame before spreading her legs again. A large droplet of moisture shone in the gap of her completely hairless, clamshell pussy.
"Yes, 'Arry," Fleur said, near begging, "Put it in, fill me with your cock."
"I don't think you're ready," I said, smirking.
"I ammmmm." she vehemently whined at me.
Quickly, I grabbed her roughly underneath her ass cheeks, lifting it up before diving my tongue into her depths.
"Oh!," she moaned, "Yes, eat my pussy, make me come, but your cock…but…I… need to."
Rapidly I tongue fucked her delicious folds, feeling their soft warmth and imagining how it would feel to put my cock in there. This served to make her moan even louder and just as I felt she was beginning to get there I slowed down again. Taking my time and revelling in the sounds she was making, I slowly built her up. As she started to moan a little louder I started licking upwards to her clit and then inserted two fingers deep inside her core. Her moaning became even louder and I brought her to a small crescendo, feeling her pussy contracting around my fingers as I slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her. I'd let her have this one, release, but I wanted to experience the power of the veela.
Now it was time to see if I could really wind her up.
I started to curl and unfurl my fingers, rubbing for the spot I'd read in the book, the g-spot, while focusing my mind on the image of the serpent tap I used to enter the Chamber of Secrets. When I felt it in my mind's eye, I hissed in parseltongue on her clit, saying 'Come for me Fleur, come for me'. Instantly, her back arched in an orgasm, her legs trembling around me, but I didn't let up. Once the first one finished it quickly rolled into another and she came for a second time. Just as the third one was about to hit, bigger than the previous two judging my the way she was now essentially grinding her pussy on my face I suddenly stopped and pulled away entirely.
Suddenly her head snapped up to glare at me.
"How…" she spluttered in disbelief and anger, her chest flush from her multiple orgasms. I could've sworn I could see tiny feathers forming on the surface of her skin as she panted, "Why did you?...I was so…mon dieu im so…"
While she was talking, I reached under the chair for my wand again and stood back up. With one wave of holly and phoenix feather I removed the bindings and I said, "Take what you need."
Fleur attacked, springing to her feet, making her breasts jiggle wildly, both as she got to her feet and as she pushed me hard against the fake window, and jumped, planting her feet on the glass either side of my waist and her hands on my shoulders. I caught her by the hips and supported her weight and before I could even think she grabbed my cock, aimed it at her entrance and swiftly impaled herself on my length.
We both let out a loud moan but hers rang in my ears like a siren's call and I realised I'd never felt the allure quite like this before. My mind was quickly succumbing to it, but I knew what she wanted. Sliding my hands down and grasping her exquisite ass cheeks firmly, I proceeded to roughly drag her up and down the length of my cock.
"Oui!" she cried, "Yes 'Arry, fuck me. Oh god I'm so fucking wet. Fuck me."
She met my movement in sync from the off, throwing her pussy on to me in perfect time, the sounds of our flesh slapping together and her needful moans echoing across the Room.
Her first orgasm hit quickly, a sharp crescendo that made us slow down. She could sense my arms were getting tired so she took on most of the work, masterfully and slowly easing herself back and forth on the length of my cock. Her forehead leant against mine as we both took time to really experience and revel in the feel of each other. Working her core, she bucked her hips while pushing her feet against the glass, loving being in total control. I had no problem with that at all.
"Oh…'Arry, zis is ze best, ze biggest cock I have ever, oh, oh." she moaned. Her meaning was lost as she started to build towards another orgasm. Feeling the familiar tightening sensation in my balls once again. Knowing I was nearly done for, but driven towards cumming I once again started pulling her by her ass along my length and just as she was reaching the top, I came inside her, my magical load causing her to cry out even louder as it tipped her well and truly over the edge. She didn't stop her expert movements, using her hips and the rapid clenching and unclenching of her tight pussy to milk me of any semen it could get. I could've sworn her hair glowed slightly for a moment as she finally slowed down and climbed off of me.
She then reached up, gave me a soft kiss and we leaned our foreheads against each other, steadying our breaths. Then, without a word, she sauntered slowly over to the bed. As she stepped, she swayed her hips, and I watched the globes of her ass intently as they moved left and right. She deliberately climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, giving me a view of her stunning pussy before rolling to lay on her back on the far side of the covers and tapping the side of the duvet for me to join her.
Amused that she wanted me to now follow her commands, I did as she asked, and laid on the bed beside her, my head tilted towards her. It was difficult to focus on her face as she talked, laid on her side facing me with her large round breasts in touching distance.
"Zat was very cruel 'Arry," she said breathily, "I nearly turned into my other form."
"Worth it though, wasn't it?" I replied, playfully raising my eyebrows and languidly stroking her upper arm.
She let out a 'hmph' of amusement.
"It was," she said, "But you didn't let me use my power to fill your balls totally up again, I didn't get…ze full load."
Just being laid next to her, I was fast becoming ready to go again, but this time she reached down and cupped my balls in her palm. Her eyes went bird-like again for a moment and I felt myself harden completely, instantly ready to go.
"Eager are you?" I replied with a teasing grin. She was staring down at my cock again and biting me lip. She looked back up at me with a cute guilty look on her face.
"I feel like you're just using me for my cock." I remarked.
"Perhaps a little," she admitted with a cheeky smile, "But I would not be here with you if you were not honourable and if I'd known you could understand me as you 'ave, we might have done zis weeks ago."
"Well, we're here now."
"We are," she replied, threading her fingers through the small trail of hair just below my navel, "Just don't think I'm here just because of your lovely cock. You are more than zat. You have a great body Harry, I love 'ow toned your chest is, par example, but it is not just it, I like how even when things were getting uncomfortable at ze ball, rather than making me have to defend myself again, you were ze one to take control."
"I'm glad you said that, I didn't want you to think I was fighting your battles for you."
"But 'Arry, I want you know one thing," she said, lifting her torso up on her forearms, getting to her knees and looking into my eyes.
"What's that?" I asked, amused.
Swiftly, she planted a hand on my chest, swung her slender leg over my body and straddled me, her hot core placed right on the length of my shaft. Leaning forward, her head next to mine, she grasped my cock and aimed it at her entrance. An intoxicating waft of her perfume invigorated my senses and after a playful nip of my earlobe with her teeth, she whispered:
"Now I am ze one zat is in control."