:-[The Champion and the Leetle Boy]-:
Harry was pacing nervously inside the Champion's tent. Never before had he face something like this. A bloody dragon. And of course since he was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, he got the most dangerous species know to wizardkind, the Hungarian Horntail.
Cedric Diggory, the first and real Hogwarts Champion, if Harry had anything to say about it, was the first to confront his own dragon under the roar of the crowd. The Gryffindor had nodded to the 'Puff, silently wishing him good luck for the Task.
Victor Krum went right after. The man was stiff as a board but Harry wasn't sure if it was his normal state or if he was nervous. The Durmstrang student didn't look at anyone before leaving the tent when called.
Harry was left to his fears and ruminations when he started pacing again. Why oh why did he have to be the last one? His heart was beating hard in his chest.
"You seems stressed out, leetle boy." Said a haughty voice behind him.
Harry looked back and saw the French champion, Fleur Delacour looking at him, her nose high in the air.
"Beg your pardon miss Delacour?" said a surprised Harry.
"I've said, you seems stressed out, leetle boy." Repeated the girl woman in the same voice as before.
"I mean, aren't you? We are about to face a full grown dragon with nothing but our wands to defend ourselves."
"No, I am not. I am a witch and a powerful one at that. I didn't need to cheat my way into this tournament to participate. Maybe you should have thought more about that, leetle boy." Smirked the Frenchwoman.
"I didn't not cheat my way in this tournament, someone put me in! And stop calling me that, Champion." Almost snarled Harry.
Fleur was taken aback by the passion behind his word. Even more, she was impressed by the fact that he didn't seem aware of her allure in the least. Usually, boys and men were drooling at her feet, where they belonged.
"What do you mean, someone put you in?" inquired the beautiful witch, now curious.
Harry calmed down, and took a deep breath. She was after all just one of the many people who just think he was a cheater.
"I don't know who yet. Professor Dumbledore and Professor Moody are still looking for him or her. Knowing my legendary luck since I am in Hogwarts, it is probably someone who wants to kill me."
"Kill you? Who would want to kill Le Survivant?" asked a very surprised Fleur.
"The what now?
"Le Survivant. That's what the French call you. You are famous in the world, not only in Britain you know.
"Great. More people to hate me." Sarcastically said Harry, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Fleur let out a melodious laugh, making the young man slightly smile.
Suddenly, the two of them started to hear scream in the crowd. A few minutes later, Albus Dumbledore entered the tent, looking pale.
"Professor, what is going on? Said Harry.
"Harry my boy. I fear Mr. Krum has suffer a catastrophic injury whilst facing his dragon. The animal has managed to burn his left arm completely. He is presently with Madam Pomfrey, receiving treatments and hopefully, saving his arm." Explained the old man, looking at the young people in front of him with sadness.
"Is the task cancelled, Professor Dumbledore? Asked an almost hopeful Gryffindor.
"I am afraid not my boy. You will still have to face your dragon after Miss Delacour here present. However, the arena has suffered much damage, one of the entrance for the dragon's handlers is destroyed and it will take a while making sure everything is ready. You both have to stay here for the duration of the reparation. I will seal magically the tent so that no one can come and disturb you while you both are waiting."
"We understand, Professeur, thank you." Said Fleur, suddenly by Harry's side.
"No problem at all my dear." Said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling before taking his leave.
When Dumbledore left, Harry felt instantaneously the magical ward around the tent. They were now cut from the outside world, so sound could be heard. He looked at Fleur and saw that she was looking at him.
She sore tight blue pants who hugged her bottom perfectly. Her hoodie was a lighter shade of blue with a white shirt underneath, showing her slim waist. Her blues eyes were mesmerizing and were focused on him.
"Do you know what a Veela is, Monsieur Potter?" asked the girl.
"The very basic." Answered Harry, surprised by the sudden question. "I know they are all beautiful woman and they are some kind of allure that can entrance men."
Harry finished the sentence with a chuckle, remembering Ron's pathetic reaction in the Quidditch World Cup last summer.
"Do you know that I am a Veela?"
"You are? Not that I care at all."
Fleur laughed softly again, her eyes never leaving his.
"Yes I am. And you, Monsieur Potter have the best resistance to our allure that I've ever seen. In fact, you are the first." she said while slowly walking toward him.
"Oh?" was Harry answer.
"Yes. I imagine that you don't know what that mean either, do you?"
"No, not really." Confessed the young man.
"Well, when a Veela encounter a man with your kind of resistance, that usually mean that he is a mate worthy of us and that he is ready to be claimed by one of us. My Papa is one of those men and my Maman claimed him as soon as she saw him." said Fleur, her eyes devouring him.
She was so close to him that Harry could smell her minty breath. She was panting softly the more she was speaking to him, making her breasts move in a strange sexy way. She move her hands on his chest than slowly hugged him by the neck, pressing her wonderfully size breasts against him.
"Tu es à moi." said the Veela, biting his earlobe, making him moan at the sensation. (*You are mine.)
Harry grew hard in a second. He never even kissed a girl before and now he had the sexiest girl he ever saw all over him, ready to devour him. Said girl started to lick his neck with the tip of her tongues, creating more wonderful sensation for the Gryffindor.
"Tell me Harry, what do you want?"
"Wha-What do you mean?" stuttered the young boy, overwhelm by desire.
"I offer you a chance in a lifetime. To sleep with a Veela." Said the Frenchwoman, continuing her ministration on Harry's neck. "What do you want?"
Something took Harry's mind, a desire to possess the girl in front of him something primal. His hands acted to their own as they went directly to hug the girl. One hand went to hold her perfectly shape bum while the other hold the back of her neck. The young Gryffindor use all of his courage and kissed the Beauxbâtons' student. Fleur moaned in his mouth, making him harder than he ever was.
The gorgeous blonde Veela decided to take matter into her delicate hands. While she happily let the man in front of her grope her, he went for his belt and expertly remove it in one swift move. The pants didn't stood a chance under her efforts and were last seen a couple of meter farther.
Harry found himself standing in his Gryffindor shirt and black boxer in front of the sexiest woman he ever saw. He shivered instantly when he felt her hand on his hard cock.
"You are very big Harry." Smiled beautifully Fleur with her perfect white teeth. "Would you like me to lick your big cock?"
"Merlin yes."
"Good boy."
Fleur went to her knees while Harry gain support on a small table behind him. With lust in her eyes, the young Veela tug down his last barrier, revealing his cock. She grabbed it and started stroking it like a pro.
"B-Bloody hell." Panted Harry, putting his hand on Fleur's head, caressing it.
"Hum… naughty boy. Are you ready, leetle boy? Smirked the sexy champion.
Harry looked at the girl in front of him, smirking openly at him while stroking his cock. She wanted to play with me and think of him as a little boy? When, he would show her, like he showed all the others these past years. The Gryffindor took his length and shoved it in Fleur's mouth, to her surprise.
"I'll show you a little boy, champion." Answered the raven-haired boy, before trusting his hips toward her, forcing her to take his entire member down her throat. She didn't gag at all, it was like her throat was made for receiving his cock. Fleur didn't seem to mind at all, as she put her soft hands on his thighs and closed her blues eyes.
"No no. Look at me while I'm fucking your mouth, champion." Ordered Harry, making her complied immediately.
The order toward her made her wet instantaneously. One of her hand slowly went to her pussy but her pants were frustratingly in the way. The Veela decided to simply bob her head to match Harry's movements, making him groans even more.
The wizard took his wand on the table and cast the vanishing charm on Fleur's clothes. She gasped at the sudden cold feeling on her tight body, revealing an amazing looking pair of breast. They were more than a handful and looked very firm, not sagging in the least. From his superior point of view, Harry could see her bottom-shaped ass.
"Like what you see, Mister Potter?" smirked the gorgeous Veela.
"Very much so. Can you made a bed appeared, Miss Delacour? I would like a proper experience with a Veela and not just a table."
"What a gentleman, Mister Potter." Said Fleur while obeying his wishes.
She made a king size bed appear out of nowhere. It looked very comfortable. Harry didn't take more time to admire the bed when he had the chance to fully admire a naked Veela right next to him. She looked absolutely perfect with zero blemishes on her soft skin.
"Well, what do you think?" said the sexy woman, raising her arms above her head, giving him an even better view of her gorgeous tight body.
"You are a goddess, Fleur."
"Bon garcon." Said the Frenchwoman, smiling deliciously at him. (*Good boy.)
Her accent made him even crazier for her. Her allure still didn't affect him in the least. It was more of a primal desire to possess her, to bed her. Harry quickly removed his last pieces of clothes and easily took her in his strong arms. Fleur put her legs around his waist, locking him with her ankles.
Her pussy was right on his cock, making him harder in desire. However, as much as he wanted to simply fuck her and claimed her, he wanted to taste her first..
"Go on you back on the bed." Ordered the Gryffindor champion.
She obeyed his command in a heartbeat. As a Veela, she had the ability to know exactly what her partner wanted in sex. Her body shivered at the future sensation she hoped to be feeling. Harry started to kiss her slender neck, making her moan. He slowly descended on her boy, kissing her perfect breast on the way. They were so soft and her pink nipples were driving him crazy. They were easily her best feature and that was saying a lot with a body like hers.
When he arrived at her pussy, the smell of him assaulted his nose in an erotic way. Harry never saw a pussy before but he instantaneously knew it was a perfect one. He started hesitantly with his tongue but hearing her sexy moans made him more confident.
"Oh oui mon beau Harry, mange ma petite chatte. Tu l'aimes oui? " Said Fleur. (*Oh yeah my Harry, eat my little pussy. You like it yes?)
Harry didn't understand a word she was saying but didn't care. All his attention was on the amazing pussy right in front of him. The young champion ate his fill of her body like he didn't eat for days. Her taste was mesmerizing and almost addictive.
"I cannot take it anymore Harry. Use your cock. Hurry." Pleaded the horny Veela.
Harry was all to glad to oblige. He took his cock in his hand and aligned himself with her entrance. Before he entered her however, he looked deeply in her blue eyes, wanting to make sure she was okay with it. When he saw her nodded her head affirmatively, he went forward.
It was pure bliss. How can something be this warm and wet at the same time he didn't know. Her walls were so tight around him that he thought he would explode in a second. He waited for a moment, waiting for her to get use to his girth.
"Oh Merlin!" moaned Harry.
Fleur didn't want to wait more. She bring him closer with her leg, making him enter her to his hilt. His cock was completely inside the Veela and he felt like he was in a perfect velvety cock's sleeve.
"You feel amazing inside me Harry." Moaned louder Fleur. "You can go now, go faster."
The Gryffindor boy didn't need to be said something like this twice. Never before had he even thought about bedding this girl and now, his cock was inside her and she was begging for more. He grabbed her tiny waist with his two hands and started trusting his member inside the sexy Veela.
Fleur whimpered with every trust but she wanted more. Her Veela physiology begged her to let her man take control of her. Harry bends down and kissed her willing breasts, making her back arched even more.
"You're a goddess Fleur, and you are all mine."
"Oui! Oui! Toute a toi!" screamed in pleasure the gorgeous young woman. (*Yes! Yes! All yours!) "Make me yours Harry."
The Gryffindor boy didn't waste any time. His primal urge to fuck her won over his reason. He turned her over, putting her on her hands and knees and reentered her wet pussy in a swift move. Fleur let out a guttural moan as she was penetrated from behind by the biggest cock she had. She felt her hair pulled back by a strong hand while the other was holding her ass firmly in place to be fuck.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of his first woman, also a fucking gorgeous Veela made him spurted his hit cum inside of her
Fleur felt the cum inside her and came instantaneously. Her beautiful blue eyes went to the back of her head and let out the most whorish moan she ever did.
"Oh putain de merde oui… ta queue est incroyable."Said Fleur as she fell on the bed, exhausted by her orgasm. (*Oh fuck yeah… your cock is incredible.)
"I don't understand a single word coming out of your mouth, but I'm going to say yes, it was incredible." Panted Harry before falling on the bed too at her side.
:-[The End]-:
To Wintercolt: There you go, hope you liked it!
Author Note : Who would you like next and where?
Criticism is always welcome as long as it is constructive.