Fleur didn't let him stay in for a while. Soon, her hips moved once more, pulling up before she glided over his length once again. Yet, it didn't fill Hermione with confidence.
Her fears turned correct as Fleur completed her move. When at the apex, she paused, allowing Harry to push inside once more. She stayed true to her earlier statement, and let him in only for a second, but considering she repeated the same thing again when the duration ended, it wasn't exactly a great punishment.
For the first few repeats, Harry's hands stayed on her hips, gripping them hard to direct them as necessary. Soon, Fleur got used to the pattern, and they turned unnecessary, allowing his fingers to dance over her body. One hand explored her body, but the danger was the other hand.
The moment Fleur pulled out, his fingers slipped to her core, replacing his cock. "Naughty," she said.
"They are just fingers. Don't tell me they count?"
"Good point," Fleur chuckled, accepting his technical argument. Not that it surprised Hermione, as Fleur even allowed him to do that in front of her. Of course, not being surprised didn't mean that she wasn't affected.
Watching Fleur losing herself more and more as she was fingered by Harry, her only respite when those fingers were replaced by the tip of his cock, was the most confusing moment of her life.
No, she corrected. The second most confusing. The first one was still the previous night, where she was molested by Harry right in front of Ron before being dragged upstairs to be fucked.
And, just like that time, she was ashamed of admitting her own arousal, even in her mind. And, just like that time, her arousal was undeniable. Even as her body burned in shame, she brought her fingers to her own wetness and started teasing her clit.
As she teased herself, she couldn't help but wonder who was wetter. Fleur, or herself. Not that she had a lot of time to wonder that, another question quick to replace it. That, whether Fleur even realized that she was pushing herself deeper and deeper on his cock. To Hermione's morbid fascination, she soon realized that she actually did not.
The reason was simple. Whenever his cock was replaced by his fingers, he pushed deeper into her, pumping her more aggressively. And, his other hand was on her ass once more, subtly leading her moves. So, whenever she went back to his cock, she pushed herself deeper, lost in his pace.
Hermione observed in fascination as Fleur alternated between getting finger-fucked and getting just plain fucked. Already, she was talking almost a fourth of his cock with each repeat. It didn't sound long, but with his size, it was certainly a lot.
It took a radical change of pace for Fleur to realize it. Harry's other hand landed on her ass as well, and when she tried to pull back, he pushed her down once again, once again pushing her to the one-fourth mark. "I don't think it's the tip anymore," Fleur said, but rather than pulling back, she just moaned.
"Come on, give me your hand, and I'll show just how little I'm in you," he said, and Fleur obeyed, even when he brought her fingers to his cock, dragging slowly enough to give a show of his length. To her shame, Hermione had first-hand experience it feeling even bigger under her touch.
"Well, you have a point," Fleur admitted shyly as she closed her eyes. "But you can't be promised by it. Stop holding my hips. And, no more tricks. This is the most we're going to do."
"Of course. I promise," Harry said, giving a vow that he would certainly break. Hermione knew that, but she suspected Fleur knew that as well. Yet, if she did, she didn't verbalize it and instead started rocking her hips up and down, her moans spectacular.
Harry just watched at first, but soon he brought his fingers against his clit. "This is not pushing you, right?" he asked even as he started teasing her.
"N-no, of course not," Fleur said quickly as the pleasure hit. Hermione watched even as she started circling hers faster, her arousal and shame equally strong.
She watched in dismay and desire as Fleur started to lose her fight against arousal. Harry's cock disappeared more with each repeat. At first, it was a very small difference. But, as Fleur got used to pleasure once more, she started to slip more and more. He didn't push her down, but then he didn't need to, not with her trembling legs doing it for him.
She thought that Harry would just silently ride to victory when he surprised Hermione by pushing his hips up, suddenly skewering Fleur with his huge cock, burying himself fully in her pussy. Fleur's eyes widened at the sudden invasion. However, rather than pulling back, she moaned, her body trembling.
She just climaxed.
"H-harry, you promised," she gasped even as she tried to pull herself back, but her trembling legs betrayed her, leaving her in place. She tried to turn back, but his cock made it difficult as well.
He let out a groan before answering. "No. I promised not to pull you, and I didn't," he said. "I pushed my hips."
"The same thing," she replied. "You violated the rules."
Unfortunately, her attempts to admonish Harry failed. Maybe she would have been more successful if she could have put a spark of anger in her tone rather than moaning constantly.
"Well, maybe," he said as he hugged her waist, and pulled her back until she was leaning against his chest once more. It was similar to her previous lap dance, but this time, they were both naked. And, Harry was still fully inside her. "But, can you blame me? A beautiful woman like you, toying with poor old me. Can you really blame me for my failure for not resisting a goddess?"
"I … I guess — not," Fleur said, her voice turning into a gasp as his hands traveled up to her tits once more.
"Exactly," he said even as he tightened his grip, and his hips moved. He started fucking Fleur aggressively.
"Hey. Just because I —" Fleur started as she turned toward him, which was all she was able to say as he captured her lips in a heated kiss. Fleur's eyes widened. In their depths, Hermione could finally see the realization of just how much she let things get out of control.
But, it was too late. She was already lost in pleasure, being fucked on Hermione's couch. Hermione saw Harry looking at her, and smirked victoriously. For a moment, Hermione thought that he could see her, and caught her fingering herself. But, he turned his attention back to Fleur soon enough, and Hermione realized it was just an accident.
She was still invisible. Otherwise, Fleur would have reacted to it.
With nothing else to do, Hermione just fingered herself to the sight of Fleur being eagerly fucked by Harry, their lips pressed tight. Whenever Harry gave her a chance to breathe, Fleur moaned like she hadn't been fucked for a long while. Or, maybe, she had never been fucked by a cock of that size.
Either way, Fleur made an amazing sight as his cock disappeared inside her again and again. Fleur continued hopping on his lap like she weighed nothing, her tits dancing freely, her moans filling the room.
"Let's turn it into a show," Harry suddenly said as he hooked his arms under her legs, and stood up.
"H-Harry," Fleur gasped, but that was all she was able to say as she found herself lifted easily. She was quick to surrender, not questioning why Harry took a step toward the other couch. If she did, she might have learned that it was to give Hermione an even better view of their performance.
Hermione's fingers disappeared into her pussy even as she wondered why Harry was doing it. He wouldn't know what she was doing under the cloak, right? No, Hermione decided. He couldn't know that. In the end, she decided that Harry was mocking her by showing how easily he was able to fuck Fleur, showing off his victory.
Nothing more.
So, Hermione stopped thinking about it as Fleur was easily moved up and down. All the while, Harry used his angle perfectly, his hips thrusting up to perfectly counter her movements, each push filling her completely.
Always competitive to an unhealthy degree, Hermione couldn't help but compare it to her own. Fleur was getting fucked harder, faster, and in a more challenging position, yet she was handling it perfectly. A part of her shivered as she realized her inferiority, but that didn't last long under her competitive fire.
She would prove herself the next time … only then realizing that she already accepted that there would be a next time, and another one after that. A big realization, but that soon wayside as Harry spoke again.
"Do you want me to fuck you even harder, Fleur?" Harry asked.
"Yes," she moaned deliriously.
"Only one condition," he offered, his smirk showing that he had one last surprise. Hermione couldn't help but wonder what. He had already fucked a married woman. What else he could do?
"Whatever you want!" Fleur responded, showing that she was thinking in a similar direction.
"What if I want to cum inside you?" he asked.
"You can't be serious," Fleur gasped, her eyes wide open.
"Deadly serious," Harry said, even slowing down his pace to show his seriousness.
Hermione expected her to refuse, but to her shock, it took Fleur a second to surrender. "Alright. Whatever you want. Just fuck me harder."
It was all Harry needed to put her down on the floor, her face on the carpet while her ass pointed upward. Harry started slamming her with a renewed passion, each clap echoing in the room. "That would not do," he suddenly said as he pulled back, and flipped Fleur. "I want to see your face."
With that, he positioned himself between her spread legs, and invaded her again. Fleur just moaned, her back arching with pleasure as her tits thrust to the ceiling. Harry drilled her even as he grabbed her legs, parting them to make the pose even more erotic.
Time lost its meaning as Hermione watched Harry fuck Fleur until she was cross-eyed, lasting even longer than she expected. When he finally exploded with a grunt, Fleur was already silly with pleasure.
Enthralled, Hermione watched as Harry's cock twitch inside Fleur, filling her married pussy. It was wrong. It was sacrilege.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever watched… As Fleur collapsed on her carpet, finally falling unconscious — which made Hermione feel slightly better about fainting after her first time — Hermione started shivering.
Only to pull her fingers out when Harry sat next to her and reached for the cloak. She couldn't reveal just how much she enjoyed the show.
She just couldn't!
