Fleur did nothing but act surprised while Lavender glanced at her from her position with Harry's dick in hand, looking confident. She was shockingly easy to manipulate … but then, Harry's raw masculinity might have been playing a role in that.
Lavender looked at her like she wanted her to admit defeat. Fleur turned back toward the door hesitantly, giving Lavender the impression that she was tethering at the edge, but only until Lavender smirked victoriously.
Then, she knelt next to her, and reached to grab the base of Harry's shaft. Luckily, there was a lot of space for her to grab. "Y-you," Lavender stammered.
Fleur leaned to whisper to her. "It's just a handjob, not a big deal," she said, though she did her best to make it sound like a hesitant declaration like she was pushing herself, hiding her own arousal.
She still needed Lavender to push more, so Fleur started pumping his shaft. Then, she looked up. "So, 'arry, who makes a better swimsuit model," she said, adding just a touch of hurry in her tone, acting like she was trying to hurry the decision.
Of course, that was not exactly the bet, but while Hermione might remember that, Lavender was not exactly a stickler for wording. Instead, she was happy to 'reverse' the situation. "Don't push him before the show is over," Lavender said even as she brought the big guns. Her tits.
Her hand matched Fleur's rhythm even as she leaned forward, her other arm pointedly pressing them together to create a view. Then, she looked up, giving Harry a smoky, lusty look.
Fleur had to admit, that Lavender knew her task. She wasn't exactly as good as her, of course, but she knew how to use her competitive advantages well.
Harry looked at Fleur, smiling. "I think she has a point," he said with a smile.
Lavender matched it with a grin of her own, unaware that she was losing the real game."Exactly. A proper model needs to be adaptive, and willing to do everything for the job," Lavender said. "Not exactly a job for a married woman. Certainly not an old one." With that, she yanked her top. It wasn't that her tiny bikini was covering much, but it was better than nudity.
Fleur gasped playfully, but her flush was real. She had to admit, the moment was plenty erotic. She was tempted to reach forward and play with them, but Lavender worked faster. She moved forward, and took his shaft between her tits. "Impressive dedication," Harry said as she started to move.
Fleur watched, wondering the best way to join before scaring Lavender away. Lavender was arrogant, but Fleur didn't want to bet on that too much, only to end up scaring her. Instead, she stayed on her knees, watching her as she gave Harry an impressive titjob.
Her determination only lasted until Lavender sent another provocative smirk her way before she took Harry's shaft in her mouth. Fleur decided that reluctance had played enough role. She stopped playing with the base of Harry's shaft.
Lavender didn't say anything because her mouth was full, but the glint of victory was clear in her gaze. Instead of letting it stay, Fleur shifted closer as she grabbed Lavender's dirty blonde hair and pushed her down.
A gasp escaped Lavender's mouth at the sudden reversal, but Fleur didn't care. Her hand was already moving down to her bikini bottoms next. A pull at the string left her entirely naked. "Let's see how dedicated you're, whore," Fleur said as she pushed her down, filling her throat with Harry's huge cock.
Lavender's eyes went wide with shock. Her jaw would have fallen down in shock as well, but with Harry's cock stretching her lips to the limit, it was not possible. Seeing her gobsmacked, flustered expression, Fleur chuckled. "Oh, feel free to surrender, miss I-can-do-anything," Fleur said vindictively, which was not an emotion she needed to fake. "Just tap my leg, and I'll let you go," Fleur said mockingly.
Lavender growled in anger, but her hand stayed immobile. Fleur smirked even as she gathered her hair in a fisted ponytail and pushed her down harder. "Let's see how long you can handle it," Fleur said. "I'm sure you'll surrender soon."
It was an obvious bait, but to her defense, Lavender wasn't in a position to distinguish that easily. Not that Fleur had any room to say anything considering her circumstances. Instead, she continued to push her down even as she looked at Harry, flashing him his sexiest smile. "How is it?" she whispered in a way Lavender wouldn't hear over her own gagging.
"Not bad, but we need some spice," he said, then smirked. "I don't think it's fair to push Lavender like that without suffering the same," Harry said even as he reached to her swimsuit, and ripped its front, revealing her tits fully.
Fleur could feel Lavender's amusement somewhat, but she wasn't able to say anything, not when Harry grabbed her hair the same way and pulled her for a kiss.
It was not the first time he kissed her, but his domineering tongue still sent her heart careening as desire filled her. Desire spiked her like she hadn't been fucked for months … it seemed that her body had already wanted a repeat after their bathroom fun.
Fleur whimpered but she still let her tongue wrap around his, splitting her attention between the kiss and the way his hands wandered around her body. Helplessly, her hands landed on his body, losing control…
Fleur was lost in pleasure, only returning when she felt another pair of hands pulling her swimsuit, ones that were too soft to belong to Harry.
"It looks like the married whore can't give what she takes," Lavender whispered even as she pulled the ripped remains of Fleur's one piece down, leaving her completely naked. Fleur wanted to say something, but Harry didn't let her go.
Fleur felt Lavender's fingers pressing against her core even as her other hand landed around her hair, yanking painfully just like Fleur did earlier. She wanted to get angry, but the pleasure was too thick. So, even as Lavender starts fingering her, she didn't fight back, letting her inset her fingers to her core.
She lost control of her moans, gasping wildly as Lavender finger-fucked her from behind. Admittedly, while Lavender's fingers were not half bad, they were cherry on top at best. It was Harry who pushed him to the top with one mere kiss, his magic bubbling like a cauldron just as his hands roamed her body mercilessly.
But, before she could lose herself in pleasure, Harry pulled back from the kiss and teased her. "It looks like Hermione does this better," he said.
At the mention, anger flared in her core at being dismissed. She was a veela, and while they were creatures of desire, they were also creatures of anger and pride; which Harry managed to trigger at once.
Any other man who tried the same would have ended in hospital, burned, and cursed, but Fleur knew that Harry was dismissive of that risk for a reason. He was powerful enough that she could do nothing to him. And, that was enough to spike her arousal further … but it was different than the submissive arousal she had captured earlier, one that she had committed due to her arrogance.
Her anger still burned, but so did her desire.
Lavender gasped from behind. "Wait, Hermione does what better? What's going on?"
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty head," Fleur responded even as she took a step back, grabbed Lavender, and pushed her down. It was almost like a wrestling move, but what made it different was that she forced Lavender to Harry's cock. Lavender was unable to contain the noise coming out of her throat, howling.
"T-this is—" Lavender gasped, but that died in her moans.
"Let's keep you silent," Fleur said even as she grabbed Lavender's hair and brought her forward, forcing her to lick her clit. Then, even as she locked Lavender between them properly, she looked at Harry. "Better than that little brunette whore yet," Fleur said challenging.
"You need to work harder," Harry replied even as his massive cock split Lavender open.
Fleur smirked, her mind already churning new ideas…
