"This is not a dream, is it?" Fleur asked when she pulled back, her tongue tinged with Hermione's taste. That familiarity would have been shocking, but she had already learned about their fun before that escalating lap dance.
"Feels like it," Hermione moaned, her voice delirious.
Harry, on the other hand, chuckled. "We're not working hard enough if she can still talk," he said.
"True," Fleur admitted, unable to prevent a smirk from tugging her lips once he caught her gaze, which simultaneously conveyed control and desire, yet also some amusement. It wasn't the first time she saw that expression, but that didn't make it any less exceptional. She was so used to any partner of hers getting a slack-jawed, dazed look at this point — followed by mechanic movements and a quick explosion — that Harry's expression alone would have been enough to drive her crazy with arousal.
Not that she needed any boost to her arousal. She was already going crazy with desire, her panties ruined by her wetness.
With their efforts intensified, it didn't take long for Hermione to climax. She slackened on Harry's lap even as her taste intensified. "Come on, let Hermione taste her victory," Harry suggested.
Fleur was more than happy to follow that suggestion. "My pleasure, 'Arry," she said, deliberately using an exaggerated accent even as she rose to her feet, and started kissing Hermione. However, she had an ulterior motive following his request easily. Even as Hermione responded to her kiss, she used her position to lift Hermione and flip their positions.
Her panties were still in the way, but she trusted Harry to handle them. He did … by ripping them off, ruining them forever. Not that Fleur cared for a few galleons when he grabbed her ass. She expected him to pull her down, but instead he stood up, taking her from behind.
Fleur moaned as he invaded her once more, the feeling of being filled to the brim getting dangerously familiar. "Hermione, you're the one that asked for a threesome. You need to do at least some of the work," he ordered. Even knowing he was teasing Hermione, Fleur might have believed that he saw it just as a chore … but the passion he showed as he repeatedly disappeared in her disagreed.
"Y-yes," Hermione muttered as she pulled back from the kiss. "What can I do?"
"Just try not to fall down," Harry ordered. It confused Fleur until he grabbed her legs and lifted her in an unbalanced manner, and Fleur found herself toppling forward. Clearly not an accident, considering his warning.
Hermione hugged her panickedly. "Harry. What was —" Hermione said, which was all she was able to say before Fleur started kissing once more. The sensation of being squeezed between two bodies, one hard the other soft, was beautiful, especially with her feet in the air. It made the moment feel even more out of control, giving Fleur a heady feeling.
She couldn't help but feel amused as she realized their position could be technically classified as some kind of dirty dancing … well, very dirty dancing. Too bad she was unable to share that, not with her lips occupied.
However, being unable to share that sensation wasn't exactly a big loss. Occasionally, Hermione took a step back, until she was leaning against the wall. Only then, did Harry really start to put his weight, his hips invading her aggressively without risking Hermione. Locked and squeezed between two bodies, Fleur enjoyed being fucked aggressively, in a way she had never tasted until she decided to pick a very ill-advised way to convince Hermione to go back to Ron.
And, now, she was kissing her desperately while their tits smashed together. Fleur had never been so happy to fail anything in her life.
Soon, the inevitable orgasm hit, and Fleur pulled back from the kiss, her body still sandwiched between his body and hers. "Do it, Harry," Hermione moaned with desire, as if she was the one who just orgasmed. "Cum in her married pussy. Ruin her for Bill."
Fleur would have replied angrily at her words with anger despite the pleasure if it wasn't for some mitigating circumstances. Like the fact that Fleur had been whispering just how worthless Ron was to convince Hermione for a threesome, making attacking her marriage a fair response.
More importantly, her words just enhanced her pleasure more. She shouldn't enjoy hearing the reminders that she was cheating on her husband, but she did. Especially since Harry decided to fuck her even harder for a few seconds before coming to a sudden stop, his ramming replaced by throbbing.
"Yes, 'Arry, fill my married pussy, make me pregnant," Fleur said, though even as she said that, she was glad that she was on birth control and that was not possible. A pregnancy was not a complication she could handle right now.
Dazed, Fleur was ready to be put down, but instead, they started walking together. Before she could even progress the movement, she found herself lying on Harry's bed, with Hermione on top.
"Oh, 'Arry, are you going to fill our pussies at the same time," Fleur moaned seductively. "Are you man enough for it?"
Even as she said that, she shared a smile — a very close smile — with Hermione, enjoying her amusement. Goading Harry was fun, even though she knew with certainty it would blow up on her face … or somewhere else. Still, it would be spectacular.
Still, when the cost of her arrogance arrived, she was surprised. He hit her with the spell she had been targeted by this morning, one that filled her back entrance with a weird, refreshed feeling. "So, that's how it feels, weird," Hermione muttered as she pulled back from the kiss, telling Fleur that she wasn't the only target.
Fleur's eyes widened as she realized exactly what he was about to do. "R-right now?" she gasped.
"Well, I think it's only fair for you to join in. Poor Hermione is only about to get fucked in the ass because of your arrogance. You should take responsibility."
"Yes, Fleur," Hermione muttered as she started kissing her neck, making Fleur shiver. "It's only fair for you to suffer the same way after you sacrificed my chastity for a bet."
Fleur tensed herself, preparing herself for an anal invasion. But, it was Hermione who grunted first. "Y-you want to win the bet, right now?" Fleur said. "Be careful. She's not a veela—" she added, which died halfway as Harry pushed his cock halfway into her ass without warning.
"Don't worry," he said mockingly. "That was just a little toy to help her prepare. I know I can't treat her the same, no matter how wide her hips are."
Hermione gasped. "D-did you just call my ass big," she said.
Harry responded by spanking her ass, hard enough that it echoed in the room. "Yes, I did. You have a big ass, more than enough to fill my hands. It jiggles just the right amount as I spank."
"You're a jerk," Hermione moaned, but Fleur could see that she didn't mind it much. And, from this close, there was no chance for her to mistake what was going on. She looked more than happy about the comments about her ass, as long as it was accompanied by spanks.
Fleur wished she had the strength to tease her, but while Hermione had been teased by multiple different things, Fleur had to deal with his cock invading her ass again and again, filling her to the brim. He was even more aggressive than his previous attempt, and Hermione's weight on top of her made it even harder to handle.
Still, just because she couldn't say anything due to her constant moaning didn't mean she was helpless. Her hand sneaked down, and disappeared into Hermione's folds, enhancing her cries even more.
Hermione bit her lips desperately as the additional assault pushed her even faster to the climax, making her orgasm before Fleur … not that hers was too far away. Harry pulled back once she started trembling … and Hermione's moans changed, easily allowing her to guess Harry's next destination.
Not that it was a surprise.
"It — feels — even bigger there," Hermione managed to say between her desperate moans.
Fleur chuckled. "I know it hurts, but it won't take long. Be brave, little bookworm," Fleur teased even as she kissed Hermione's lips, her fingers drilling aggressively. Hermione grunted, then sighed. Before Fleur could process that it was a sign of Harry pulling back, she felt his cock in her ass once more, drilling her hard.
Even though it was Hermione's turn, Fleur received him for longer, but Hermione was certainly the one who cried more, enough to make Fleur glad that they were in a magical residence. If they were still in Hermione's apartment, they would have drawn muggle police to them.
However, with each repeat, the time he spent with her decreased, and Hermione started to monopolize his cock longer and longer. Until he stopped getting in. But, before she could even decide her next action, he lifted Hermione. "Get here, and watch the show," he ordered. Fleur rolled under her.
Hermione landed on all fours, Harry's hands already on her tits. "Pull her hair," he ordered. Fleur did so readily, enjoying her cry as much as she enjoyed the view of Harry's cock disappearing in her depths again and again.
"Wow, she's taking that much already," Fleur admired even as she slapped her ass. Harry was right. Hermione's ass jiggled just the right amount. "For this view alone, it's worth to follow your orders for a day."
"Even if I put you in handcuffs," he started. Fleur whimpered with desire. "And, force you to watch me fuck Hermione in front of you the whole day without not giving you even one orgasm," he continued.
"No!" Fleur whimpered. "Please, no!" That actually sounded like a punishment rather than a fun one.
"Don't worry about it," he said, then grunted, filling Hermione's ass with his seed. "I'm sure we can come up with something more inspired that would be fun for all three of us. But still, I'm sure Hermione would have some ideas as well." He flipped Hermione, whose pussy was gushing with desire. "Why don't you start working on earning her goodwill."
"Excellent idea," Fleur said as she threw herself to Hermione's lips and started licking, wondering if the two of them could tire Harry together…
An hour later — to her best guess, as orgasms had a bad habit of ruining her sense of time — Fleur collapsed on top of an unconscious Hermione, admitting defeat. They clearly needed a lot more practice to win.
Or, get more reinforcements…
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