Harry Fucking Potter was not going to lie; His life was turning around for the best. He was going to earn his fame, and on his own terms, not what was declared a group of slack jawed yokel wand wavers. Half of the time, it made Harry wonder if they had such low self-esteem that they had to latch onto an idol whether it be him or Dumbledore. Of course, how anyone knew about him in the first place was something that baffled Harry.
Then he remembered that Hagrid was the one who took him from of his parent's house and well, as Harry found out constantly, Hagrid and alcohol did not mix. Then again, Dumbledore might have done a better job to hush it up but it was obvious that for all of his talk of wanting to give Harry a normal life, he sure went out of his way to see that Harry was made out to be a symbol of some sort.
Harry shook his head, this world was populated by idiots but there were a few people that very nearly gave him some hope. At least more hope than he had at first. The wizard smiled at the thought of a world that was going to come apart because of one little thing and the incident with the Dementors was going to cause a lot of things to become undone.
Harry would be lying, if he said that he didn't think that they deserved a lot of the bad luck coming to them. The Wizarding World had allowed themselves to be a bit too complacent for a bit too long and Harry prepared himself for the next move.
"You're up really early."
Andromeda made this statement as she joined him. She was dressed in a thin black bathrobe that wrapped around her ample curves. Her legs were shown off and the top was parted enough to allow Harry to see a hint of the cleavage that she had to offer. The smile that crossed his face at that wonderful sight could not beat.
"Well, you and Mum didn't quite wear me out last night," Harry responded as he looked at the woman who smiled.
"I figured as much. You can go for a long time, which is going to cause you to be sought out. Mostly by females who don't have nearly the stamina that you do and won't until they hit their final maturity," Andromeda told Harry and he smiled.
"At the age of seventeen."
"Veela is of course the exception, as they hit their final maturity early, at the age of fourteen. Although they look like they are young children until then, it's a defense mechanism for when they cannot control their auras," Andromeda stated as she leaned back. "You know she owes you a life debt."
Harry smiled, Fleur owed him a life debt several times over, well actually once, if he wanted to be exact. She did owe him a debt of gratitude for saving her sister in the Lake. Then when he saved Fleur in the Maze, that formed the actual life debt between them.
"She's a Veela, that's good enough for me," Harry said, the thought of ensnaring a creature that was pure sex personified was very enticing for Harry. Actually it was more then enticing, it was something that Harry pretty much got off on, there was no question about that. The wizard prepared himself for his next move, for his next conquest.
"So, tea, Harry?" Andromeda asked as she placed her hands on the side of her face and looked at her godson's face. The two of them looked deeply into each others eyes, with smiles across their faces. "I know what you're going to have for dessert."
Andromeda paused as Lily was not up yet, although she heard some stirring in the other room. Still, this allowed Andi some time alone with Harry.
"I know what I'd like to have but sadly, business before pleasure," Harry said to the oldest Black daughter.
Andromeda smiled as she placed a hand on Harry's knees. She considered her words carefully before speaking them.
"That's the problem and you know that there's going to be a storm coming," Andromeda stated as she smiled at Harry.
"Dumbledore and his order, believe me, I know about that," Harry offered before letting off a low whistle. Boy did he ever know about that and he also knew the problems that were going to come from that. The wizard was preparing himself for what might prove to be an explosive reunion with the old man.
"Why are you going to do about Molly Weasley?" Andromeda asked her godson. "It's a little known fact that she intends for you marry Ginerva and have Hermione marry Ronald, so there can be one Big Happy Weasley Family."
There was laughter from Harry at that one, as amusement danced in his eyes due to some hidden secret he was privy too.
"Well, she's….she's in for a surprise then, I think in more ways than one," Harry said and Andromeda raised an eyebrow, but Harry was going to let her in on the secret. "Her daughter and Hermione have been in a relationship for at least a year, if not longer."
"Well that will make Molly's head explode," Andromeda chuckled, she felt really amused by the thought for some reason, but then again, she never got along with Molly Weasley and most self respecting purebloods didn't. Or most people who didn't have their nose firmly placed up Albus Dumbledore's ass either.
"I can suspect a rant about how it's inappropriate, just like what I'm doing is somehow inappropriate," Harry said to Andromeda and the woman nodded her head. "Hermione, doesn't think I know."
"Which was your intention," Andromeda said to him, picking up the hint straight away regarding that.
"Yes, that was my intention," Harry agreed to her as he picked up the cup of tea and drank it slowly. The fact that it had been delivered by a house elf made him think about another misinformed crusade of Hermione's.
Dobby had spoken with Harry last year, asking if he could bond with Harry and become the Potter family house elf although it would be in name only. The reason for that being was that house elves could grow very manic if they did not belong to a family. Obviously, all of the house elves at Hogwarts belonged to the family of who the current Headmaster was, but Dobby was a special case. Not properly accepting Dumbledore as his master, given that he held a debt towards Harry Potter for freeing him from an abusive family.
"So, what happens when all the shit hits the fan?" Andromeda asked Harry and he smiled as he leaned back, sipping on the tea as he pondered his predicament.
"Good question, hopefully everything will turn out for the better," Harry stated as he kept drinking the tea and relaxing for a few seconds. He was not going to lie, he was not looking forward to many things that were going to happen in the near future.
Sooner or later, he was going to have to look Dumbledore in the eye and then the mask would have to come off.
Harry was willing to remove his mask if it served a purpose. However, he wondered if Albus Dumbledore was going to lose his if given a good reason or that he had fooled everyone especially himself. Dumbledore had grown so accustomed to having it on that Harry had serious doubts about some things. The elderly Headmaster had become the person that the world thought knew so very much and held all the answers, that Harry had to wonder if he'd had grown to believe all of the hype that people had built up around him.
"The Ministry is in a state of flux. So they have problems that don't involve trying to take you down, at least not right now," Andromeda informed him and Harry smiled. "Right now at least."
"Yes, right now," Harry muttered, shrugging his shoulders, then sipping his tea. There would be a few more things to do although he could get to them in due time.
"But, knowing Harry, he has something in mind that will help weather the storm."
Lily showed up, dressed in a pair of lacy red bra and panties and Harry had to admit, he approved of this sight. His mother looked like a treat, swaying her hips as she turned up and parking herself on Harry's lap, running her toned arse across his boxer clad bottom.
"Best seat in the house," Lily breathed out and Harry smiled as he nuzzled his face up against her neck. "I'm going to really go over the ritual today. But, I've come to the conclusion it would help if we had six females plus Harry."
"Right, power of seven," Harry agreed, seven was the most powerful magical number after all. Just because he didn't take every class and nearly drive himself to a nervous breakdown by using a time turner, didn't mean that he hadn't taken an extra curricular interest in his studies.
He smiled, there were a lot of rumors that he was not interested in the females at Hogwarts, but while that was true. It was more like with his powers, he would burn them out too fast. He thought about the sex that he required to balance out his magic and how his head was clearer now than ever before. The echo in his head that was Voldemort was less prominent as well, which made Harry mentally prepare himself for the next step.
"So, I've got a letter to send later," Harry told both Andromeda and Lily.
"That should not be too hard," Andromeda said but then she frowned. "I thought that Nymphadora was around here somewhere this morning."
Harry smiled, he could have sworn he saw the woman as well, but then again, she could be anywhere and anyone. Her shape shifting powers allowed her to blend into a crowd extremely well. From what he read about Metamorphmagi, they did not have a natural form, so asking one to see their natural form was worse than slapping someone's mother in the face. That was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Andromeda frowned as she wondered where her daughter went off to. She did not raise her to be this rude when a guest was in the house.
Lily had a grin on her face that she could not take off with any means whatsoever. "I think that your daughter might have got a bit of the Harry experience up close and personal this morning."
There was a few seconds where Andromeda's eyes widened and then she smiled.
"Well, maybe I should go to look for her, to see if she is still around," Harry said as he rose to his feet to search for the young Miss Tonks.
He was about ready to scope out another member for his Collective. The young wizard took a few steps towards the kitchen and made his way inside. He figured that he would get something to eat, after all the activities of last night had left him a tad bit famished, just a little bit anyway. The wizard made his way fully into the room and then got a sandwich.
Being able to do magic did have its advantages, on the other hand Harry did have it ingrained in his head how to make a sandwich the good old fashioned way.
He heard footsteps. For some reason, Harry always had sharp hearing; it allowed him to pick up on things that other people might not pick on. Harry prided himself on having this sort of sixth sense that allowed him to pick up on these things that others might not have been able to get a hold of.
Regardless, Harry turned around and saw her standing right there. She had short shoulder length blonde hair, at least she did today, that only touched down to that part of her body. She had an alluring pair of blue eyes and a pair of rosy red lips. She wore a white top that stretched around a large pair of breasts, she looked to have grown them to about DD Cup, perhaps much larger. Her shirt rode up as it stretched around these breasts, causing Harry to watch her with a smile. She wore a pair of tight shorts that wrapped snugly her ass. The two of them stared at each other as they took the other in.
"Wotcher, Harry," the female said as she leaned back against the closest wall, the fabric of her shirt straining around her breasts. She frowned, they seemed to be growing larger in Harry's presence.
"You must be Nymphadora," Harry said casually and Nymphadora Tonks glared at him.
"Don't call me that!" Tonks told him loudly and she was about to take out her wand so she could threaten to hex him with it, but Harry had her wand between his fingers where he twirled it ideally.
"Better keep your eye on the ball, Nymmy, you never know what might happen," Harry whispered in a low voice into her ear and she flinched as she backed further against the wall.
"Oh, really, is that a threat or is that a promise?" Tonks asked as she watched him with a smile but his lips were a few inches away from hers. She was not going to make the first move, she was going to make him make the first move because that was just the type of person she was.
'So you want to play the dom, do you, Nymmy?'Harry asked himself in amusement.'I can play this stubborn game a lot longer than you can, girl, and you'll be begging for me to get in your panties by the end of the day.'
A flash of mischief went through the green eyes of Harry Potter and that was the kind of look that moistened the panties of every girl who had the misfortune of being caught up in it. Tonks backed up against the wall fully, the fact her back was pressed up against the wall. Well, that was the irony to end all ironies for sure.
"It's whatever you want it to be Nym-Pha-Dora," Harry breathed in her ear, stretching out the syllables and he teased a kiss but then he pulled away at the last second with a triumphant smirk on his face.
'You dick,'Tonks thought, she was going to have to change these panties now before she went to work. She tried to shake off the very vivid fantasies that were trying to poke their way into her subconscious; it was much easier said than done.
"So….it was nice meeting you, I've got a letter to write," Harry said conversationally to her, after having her pinned against the wall for what seemed like several minutes but was less than a minute really. He made sure to allow his crotch to brush against her wetness, before he pulled back from her completely and made his way from the kitchen his sandwich in tow.
Nym really was considering calling in sick and then pouncing him on her mother's table right now. The Auror department did not pay as much as she thought it did, especially for rookie Aurors so she still crashed with her mother, which pissed her off.
Not that she had a problem with people who still lived with their parents, but she just would have preferred that she didn't have to do it.
The blonde turned her hair a short brown and her assets into something more modest. Although, she figured that a short skirt and those assets would allow her to open a few more doors, but she would not want to go down that route. Plus, giving some of her co-workers in the Ministry, she would rather get in a snog session with the giant squid then touch them with a thirty nine and a half foot pole. She'd also seen a video from Japan that one of her friends owned, which seemed to indicate the Squid would be better at getting her off then any of them would be as well.
Harry smiled, he left his impression, he really did. Now he had a lot of other things other to do and the first was send a letter to send to a friend. He knew that she would be happy to help, hell the ritual that they were using to expel the Horcrux was loosely based in Veela magic. So she'd probably be even more intrigued by what he needed to talk with her about.
Working this into a letter, well that was something that was easier said than done but Harry enjoyed the challenge that was at hand. Beginning something was the biggest challenge of them all, but once again, he was about to step up to the challenge.
Tapping his quill against the parchment, he prepared to write out his request.
Working at the Ministry of Magic for over fifteen years, Amelia Bones had seen her share of incompetence. That was something that just went along with the job, there were going to be a few morons. This was the government that tried to pass stupid bills more often than most people changed their shoes.
Yet, this latest thing, this took the cake by far. Amelia could not even begin to think with how all of this was all agitating her and the woman placed her hand on her chin, rocking her head back with a frown on her face.
She could not even begin to imagine the incompetence required to do something this stupid and the woman tapped her fingers on the desk, as she went through the Ministry records. She would not be surprised if she got a visit from Cornelius Fudge in an attempt to delay the inevitable, likely with an excuse about not wanting to cause a panic.
Amelia sighed, Fudge really cared more about his own position then the lives of anyone else. If someone blew up the Ministry, then he would do everything in his power to make sure it was covered up for long as possible. Even after mass casualties.
When Black escaped Azkaban a couple of years ago. It was something that was covered up for a long time and the investigation was handled by a team hand selected by Fudge who overstepped his boundaries as Minister of Magic. Amelia was still trying to find the records of Black trail and she had found nothing, nothing at all. That made her start wondering about how it was handled. She was not about to give up no matter what and Amelia pressed forward through some more Ministry records, including the information that had been dropped right into her hand yesterday.
"Amelia, I need to have a word with you."
'Right on schedule,'the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement thought with a sigh. She knew that this was a meeting that was coming sooner rather than later and it was time to face the Minister himself.
"Yes, Minister, what is it?" Amelia asked as she leaned forward towards him acting casual and looking business like.
"You know, we don't need to get the Muggles involved with this situation," Cornelius stated to her, with what he thought was a charming smile but really just made him look like a leering pervert. He'd rather not deal with the Prime Minister any more than he had to. The man seemed very much annoyed with him last time. "It would be in your best interests not…."
"Minister, I'm not getting the Muggles involved in this," Amelia informed the Minister of Magic and there was a sense that he looked rather relieved all things considered. That relief was going to be short lived as it turned out. "At least not yet, but there's something going on in the Ministry and your little scheme, whatever it is, is going to blow up in your face."
"Scheme? I didn't have anything to do…."
"Maybe you didn't, Fudge, but someone in your office staff did," Amelia told the Minister and he took a step back. "And now I find out about the circumstances where Harry Potter was taken to his relatives, bypassing all Ministry procedures…."
"Now! I can hardly be blamed for that, that was Bagnold," Fudge told the woman as he pinched his nose with a sigh.
"And then there's the incident as of three years ago where there was an irregularity regarding his supposed performance of underage magic…."
"The boy was obviously trying to indulge himself in his fame, Lucius Malfoy assures me…."
"Do not talk to me unless you have an opinion that has not been force fed to you by Lucius Malfoy," Amelia snapped curtly. "I've noticed that there are several more qualified candidates have been passed up for government positions for those who have been recommended by Lucius Malfoy."
"Lucius Malfoy is a respected wizard. Surely, you cannot believe those rumors? He was under the Imperius Curse."
"He made donations to the Ministry two days before he was cleared of all charges, I doubt it's a coincidence," Amelia said dryly. "You have three days Minister."
"I beg your pardon?" Fudge asked, looking like a deer in the headlights and a rather dumb one at that.
"Three days, to give me the records of the trial that found Sirius Black guilty of his crimes," Amelia told the Minister, speaking slowly and clearly, as if addressing a five year old.
"I wasn't Minister then. Crouch must have had the records tossed out….."
"There would always be a record of the conviction notice, along with a transcript of the trial, and you will bring it to me," Amelia said waving off his excuses. Whether or not Black was innocent or guilty. That fact was irrelevant to Amelia, the fact of the matter was that she needed no doubt that he was guilty. To prove that, she needed to study the trial transcripts down to the letter.
Fudge looked like he was sweating like a pig in a suit. He was stuck with his back against the wall, unable to figure out what to do next.
"Black never….well...he never received a trial," Fudge stammered out in a small voice.
"Bagnold and Crouch I take it? Still, you knew this and yet still signed the order to kiss Black on sight, when there's small sliver, a chance that he may be innocent of the crimes…."
"Dumbledore said…."
"I would think given the bullshit you've been spreading, you've recently come to the conclusion that Dumbledore is not the most reliable witness in the world," Amelia said to Fudge cutting him off and then she flipped through the notes that she had. "If he said that Black was guilty, gave his evidence without a trial, fine. Yet, you seem to think that Dumbledore is mistaken about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named having returned."
Fudge nodded stiffly, although he was trapped in the corner that he was trying desperately to crawl out of.
"You don't believe that he has returned?" Fudge questioned breathlessly, he was fearful of the possibility that Dumbledore and Potter could be right. He managed to silence that voice in the back of his mind. He had to be right, he was always right, he was the Minister of Magic.
"A body was never found," Amelia reminded him in a sharp voice and that was a statement that said everything regarding this problem, as far as she was concerned.
"Truer words have been never spoken."
The clunking of a wooden leg could be heard and Mad-Eye Moody showed up, with a wide grin on his face.
"Moody, what are you doing here?" Fudge asked him.
"I've been brought out of retirement. It isn't as cracked up as they said it would be," Moody growled as he placed his scarred hands on the wall, as he looked at Fudge with his magical eye. "Seems to me like the Ministry's in deep shit, rogue Dementors running around….which is strange given that the Dementors have been bound to the will of the Ministry for a long damn time, although a strong wizard like Lord Voldemort could override it."
"He's dead," Fudge breathed. "Dumbledore said…."
"So you only believe Dumbledore when it's convenient? Well that's interesting, very interesting in fact," Moody said as Fudge took a step back, feeling like he was being tried, judged and found wanting.
Fudge knew that he was in deep shit now, not that he wasn't before. The Minister of Magic felt his confidence fade although Moody did that to a guy.
"This investigation begins now, Cornelius," Amelia told him firmly. "The Heads of Department have been informed. We will find anyone who has been involved in mass cover ups, dating back to October 31st 1981 and beyond."
"I'm the Minister of Magic," Fudge argued and he was about to add that the people served him, not the other way around, but he was cut off.
"Aye, lad, but don't forget who put you in that cushy little seat," Moody commented as he looked at him with his magical eye and a gnarled finger pointed towards him.
Fudge thought that this was not over, but he was hard pressed to argue with these two formidable forces.
He could not help but think that there were going to be a few changes and he was not going to like any of them.
Amelia smiled, she could see Fudge sweating like a pig in a furnace, and it was time for him to learn that just because he was the Minister of Magic. It didn't mean that he was above magical law.
Harry smiled as he looked over the information in front of him. The Potter line and the Black line owned majority share of the Daily Prophet, along with several other magical newspapers. There were going to be a few changes made for the better now that he knew that fact.
That could happen later, right now, Harry was waiting for a special guest. He sat at the edge of the common room in the Leaky Cauldron. He had a charm up that would make it so no one that he didn't want to would recognize him. He was good enough at blending into a crowd when he wanted to and now there was nothing more that he wanted than to blend into this crowd.
Although, giving those people, he figured that this was the last place that they would look for him. Harry actually was counting on their mass stupidity in thinking that he would be hiding out in the Muggle World, likely like a lost and helpless little lamb.
The wizard smiled as he saw the young woman he was waiting for show up and what a sight she was.
Actually calling her a radiant sight might be understating her beauty, but perhaps Harry was being a bit too forward with the situation. Regardless, he saw the blonde standing there in all her glory. Her silvery blonde hair framed her glorious face and brought a smile to Harry's. The wizard saw her radiant blue eyes burn with passion and men would get a nose bleed just by looking at her.
Then again, why wouldn't they? She had perfectly firm and large breasts that were at least a DD Cup size, and a flat and toned stomach. She'd developed the perfect hourglass figure and a tight ass that could stop people in their tracks. That black top and choker that she wore, along with the fingerless black gloves stood out in the magical world. Her nails were painted red. She had long and gorgeous legs that were completely flawless, showed off by the tight black micro-mini skirt that she wore. Her legs were covered in fishnet stockings and boots that covered what he was sure was a sexy set of feet.
"Harry, it's good to see you," Fleur purred, deciding to drop that facade of a French accent, which proved that she trusted him enough to remove that mask.
"Good to see you, Fleur," Harry said as she threw her arms around him and kissed him firmly on the cheek. Her lips burned against it as tingle spread through his body where they touch, which would cause hormone overload for normal wizards. Hell, Ron nearly blacked out after Fleur gave him a tiny peck on the cheek, not the full blown kiss that she gave Harry now.
"You do realize that the entire Order is out looking for you, don't you?" Fleur whispered to Harry and he smiled towards the French bombshell.
"Yes, although they'll never find me," Harry offered to her. "I'm pretty good at Hide and Seek."
"I've noticed," Fleur said, she heard rumors about where Harry might have been, but she was shocked that he trusted her enough to talk to her. "So…..why did you…."
"I have a pretty good idea when I can trust people and when I can't trust people," Harry told her and Fleur nodded in response. "Although with you, it took a while for me to get over that little boy crack."
Fleur looked sheepish. Which, was a very different type of look for the Veela. "Well, I'd been preparing for the tournament for two years, so it was a shock that Harry Fucking Potter of all people was competing in the tournament. I mean, you're kind of a hard act to follow."
"What about Krum?" Harry asked Fleur and she shook her head.
"Flavor of the month, not that good looking at all. He could have women fall in front of him naked and he wouldn't bother to notice," Fleur stated calmly. "We are very much alike, in some ways. People don't bother to look past the surface, past their own expectations that they have of us. Which is their mistake."
"Yes, that's a common blind spot with some people," Harry said as he looked at the young woman in the eyes. "I need your help."
Fleur look surprised and she offered him a teasing smile. "Oh? The great Harry Potter, he needs my help of all people!"
"Fleur," Harry told her and Fleur smiled at him. "There's something….a ritual...that I need to undergo to tap into my full power and hopefully rid the world of Voldemort, once and for all."
"That sounds like a noble endeavor but why do you need my help?" Fleur asked him and Harry smiled.
"It has to involve me having sex with a bunch of hot women to expel the piece of him that he left in me," Harry told Fleur and the woman watched him, raising an eyebrow.
She paused for a second although to be honest, she was hoping that Harry would ravish her last year. Sadly, he had been around that snooty bookworm all year round, who obviously thought that she was better than Fleur. Then again, most girls were jealous of her, despite Fleur never having done anything to them. But this girl in particular had a lot of insecurities that Fleur hoped that she would resolve in due time, or she'd have a very miserable and lonely life until she wasted away to nothing in a library clenching a book to her chest.
"You know, Harry, if you wanted to get in my panties, I'm sure there was an easier way to do so, if you'd just asked last year," Fleur told him with a saucy smile and a wink.
"Fleur, I'm being serious," Harry said as he narrowed his eyes.
"I know, so was I," Fleur responded as she shifted her weight a tad.
"Of course, you might not be up for it," Harry told the young blonde and Fleur watched him with narrowed eyes of her own, slightly annoyed by the implication he was making.
"Oh, you think that I might not be up for it, maybe a demonstration is in order?" Fleur asked him, enjoying a challenge.
'Yes, maybe, if you think you can handle me," Harry said as he scooped Fleur up in his arms bridal style and disappeared with both of them.
Fleur's eyes widened as she was sat down onto the ground.
"Since when could you apparate?" Fleur asked him and Harry gave her a smug grin.
"Since I was like eight?" Harry told her, and Fleur watched him with a baffled expression on her face. "Oh c'mon Fleur, I survived the Killing Course, I created a Patronus at thirteen, I threw off the Imperius Curse at fourteen, why couldn't I have learned how Apparate before I even went to Hogwarts?"
Fleur offered him a grin and she looked at him. "Touche, Mr. Potter, Touche."
"Yes, I figured that was coming," Harry told the young blonde bombshell as he locked his eyes onto hers. "So are you ready for this one?"
"I was born ready," Fleur purred as she slid down to her knees in the bedroom. She had dreamed of Harry forcing her down to her knees before him, making her his slave.
"Let's start with these beautiful things," Harry stated to her with a smile as he stared at her top before pulling it from her body. "And no bra, it's almost like you had this planned."
"Let me please you, Master," Fleur begged with a pleading motion in her eyes as she scooted forward.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Fleur wrapped her hand around Harry's tool in one swift motion, slowly working it up and down and she swayed to the side, allowing her tits to sway.
"Oh, take those tits, and fuck me," Harry breathed as Fleur pumped her fist up and down him. Then she licked her tongue around the head of his member.
"Oh, you want that, well you've got that, I'm going to please you, master," Fleur purred lustfully at him and Harry pushed her down upon the ground. His cock slid between her ample tits.
Fleur closed her eyes tight, this was what she wanted, oh Merlin this was what she wanted all along. Harry rammed into her tits with several hard thrusts and she whimpered in pleasure as he fucked her breasts like he owned them.
Harry sped up the actions as her moans encouraged him. He loved her supple mounds. He realized that given her firmness and her heritage that she had, she could be young and fit for hundreds of years. And that's what Harry liked about it.
"Damn baby, work that pole, oh yes, that's so hot, I'm going to pound you all night long," Harry grunted as he allowed several long strokes in between her breasts and that caused her body to heat up with pleasure.
"Longer, oh please, longer!" Fleur shrieked as she felt all twelve inches of Harry's rock hard dick fuck her huge tits. Most grown males could not boast of an endowment.
This was the most she ever did with a male, all other males in her age group blacked out when she barely touched their hand. They were weak, they were little boys, unlike Harry.
"Say that I'm not a little boy," Harry growled as he pinned her down and pistoned his penis out of the valley that was her cleavage. She captured his cock with a lustful suck, but Harry slowed down. "SAY IT!"
"You're….not a leetle boy," Fleur moaned as she felt juices pool down her thighs and she wondered when her panties and skirt were ripped off. She was too blinded by her lust to notice.
"You're not a leetle boy, what?" Harry asked her as he rubbed the head of his cock against her stiffening nipples.
"You're not a little boy, master," Fleur mewled as he once again rammed her tits hard and she was losing it. She shrieked as he sent little bursts of magical pleasure between her legs and caused her pussy to burn with amazing delight.
Her pussy burned with pleasure as he rammed her hard. He kept assaulting her tits.
"I'm going to shoot my load on your tits," Harry grunted as he sped up his thrusts between her amazing globes.
"Yes, make me….make me yours, master!" Fleur moaned hotly.
Harry stretched out her torment a little bit more but then he sped up ramming her breasts over and over again.
Fleur was determined to shower in his heavenly cum and sure enough, she did not have that long to wait. She had an orgasm just thinking about it, without touching herself.
Being a Veela who could not touch anyone and having backed up sexual energy was a bitch but now she had someone to release it with.
He kept jack hammering her tits as hard as he could. His balls tightened and he sent a huge stream of cum onto her. It was like a rocket that sent his juices spraying onto her luscious tits.
Wizard's cum cum was extremely thick, it splattered against her body, covering her delicious melons. She was showered in his cum and she moaned lustfully as Harry drained his balls onto her chest.
Harry's cum was thick and Fleur felt recharged and hornier than ever. She was swimming with primal, animalistic lust, imagining that work of hard ravishing her.
She could not wait for Harry to get hard, rather she pounced him, sinking herself down on his dick, rubbing her super wet slit onto him.
Harry used a surprising amount of strength to reverse their positions and pushed her back onto the bed, still inside her. His dick grew harder in her and he pulled out and then slammed into her, causing her hips to spasm with the most powerful orgasm she ever experienced.
"GOD!" Fleur shrieked at the top for lungs as Harry clamped his mouth on one of her nipples, licking and suckling on it.
The Veela sunk her nails into the back of the man, a move that would rip a normal man apart with her strength. However, Harry was anything but normal, his cock slid between her wet walls and Harry rammed his length deeper into her.
She made sure his cock did not stray too far into her as he rode her into a primal mewling mess.
"GOD!" she shrieked again as his member pummeled her.
"Why yes I am," Harry told her as he cupped her breasts and slowly tormented her, slowing down his thrusts to a crawl. He stalled for a moment and caused to her to whine.
Then he returned to her pussy ramming the Veela into the bed.
Nym watched from the door, hearing the moans of the young woman and she felt a powerful blast of sexual energy go to her. This caused her nipples to get extremely hard on the other side of her shirt.
Fleur was moaning, reduced to a mewling mess as she hung onto Harry's neck. All she was driven by was the need for sex and the desire for his cock that penetrated her.
Harry smiled as he felt her slick walls caress his member and Harry heard her moans. He worked himself into her as she cursed in at least three different languages and all of them sounded hot.
"So wet, and you belong to me," Harry growled as he pinned her arms back and pummeled her pussy with his huge strokes.
"YES, YES, MORE, MORE, MORE!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Thrust after thrust, ticks of the clock, and each orgasm that she suffered actually caused his stamina to heighten, rather than disappear. He would wrap up this dance when Harry chose it.
"You belong to me, I'm going to take that sweet, sweet, pussy, and fuck it into the night," Harry breathed as he groped her tits. "You'd like that wouldn't you, dirty girl?"
"Yes, oh yes, oh yes," Fleur panted, begging for Harry's cock to go deeper into her. The woman hung onto him and his thick dick slid between her walls, ramming swiftly into her.
Fleur's body had erotic overload as the power of Harry Fucking Potter overwhelmed her, made her body become overloaded by pleasure and she needed more. She craved his cock, she was addicted to it.
"I want to ride you, please me ride you," Fleur begged him. "Please master, let me ride you."
Harry rolled over and allowed Fleur to slide onto his throbbing cock. She started to bounce up and down on him, working her hips down onto his. Their two organs clashed together in the age old dance of lust.
Fleur squeezed her tight walls around him, moaning and cooing as she bounced up and down upon him, driving her hips down upon his shaft. He returned fire by spearing up into her.
"So fucking hot," Harry grunted as he stroked her stomach and she whimpered even more amazingly.
"Oh, yes, oh Harry, oh, yes, oh, ah," Fleur moaned as Harry worked his thick dick into her and she rode him.
"Faster, faster, really work me, oh that's it baby, that's it!" Harry groaned as she rode him like a blur.
Fleur rode Harry as fast as he could, her walls snugly tightened around him. She lifted him up and slammed her juice box down onto his tool. Her vaginal muscles milked him as he thrust up into her.
"You belong to me, ride me," Harry commanded her as he cupped her tit and roughly groped it which caused her to shriek out in primal lust.
"Yes, master, please master, pound my pussy," Fleur begged him as he thrust up into her and each thrust brought about new sensations in her mind.
Harry held her waist as she rode him cowgirl style and the blonde moaned as she was reduced to nothing but a drooling mess. Harry's dick felt so good pressing into her body, up against her womb.
"About to cum," Harry growled at her, and Fleur closed her eyes.
"Cum in me, cum in me!" Fleur chanted as she pushed her hips down onto him, squeezing his cock and her body would burn up if she did not get his powerful seed inside her soon.
Harry slowed down for a moment and Fleur tried to use her walls to encourage him to go faster but she found her body was not responsive.
He caused her to orgasm with a mind shattering force and her thighs felt extremely hot, with only the thrust of his manhood making her feel better.
Fleur screamed as she lubricated him with her wetness. His dick rammed hard into her dripping hot pussy.
Nym was in the corner, furiously pumping her fingers into her cunt. She was wearing nothing but a lacy pair of bra and panties. Her hair rapidly changed different colors as she pumped herself at different speeds.
She did not know that her powers did that when she was in a heightened state of arousal, but she figured that there was a first time for everything.
Fleur rode Harry, trying to milk him to an orgasm. . She milked him strongly and hugged his cock with her strong walls. He sought her heat and hammered her, hard. Her eyes flooded with even more lust as she did not even notice that they changed positions. One second she rode him and the next second she was not.
Magic appeared to be the likely culprit.
Harry had her on her hands and knees before she could even blink and then ropes bound her. The ropes were tight against her nipples and pussy and this caused Fleur's mind to fly into overdrive for sure.
His cock brushed against her dripping entrance and pushed into her from behind, which caused Fleur to squeal in delight at this new angle that Harry explored.
The wizard speared himself deeper into the blonde and she clutched onto the bed sheets, closing her eyes. Harry hammered into her from behind, his thrusts getting more prominent as he hammered her dripping cunt from behind. The blonde's panting escalated to a new level and Harry kept hammering her tightness as he pushed out of her and worked out of her.
The blonde clutched the edge of the bed and her nipples were erect in pleasure as Harry was like a blur, fucking her at the speed of light from behind.
"Now, ready," Harry breathed hungrily in her ear which gave her another orgasm just because of her words.
Fleur closed her eyes, she knew that once Harry came in her, she would be his forever and that was something that she was perfectly okay with. The ropes tightened around her nipples, making her even more horny as he invaded her sexy body.
His cock burst and he shot a huge load of cum in Fleur's inner chambers, her body accepting him as her mate. He emptied the contents of his balls, sending his powerful seed into her insides.
It caused her body to heat up with unbridled pleasure and she dropped in a drooling state, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Harry left Fleur a drooling mess on the bed, but he was still hungry for more.
He saw Tonks in the corner, cornered, and he could smell her arousal. A predatory grin spread over his face as he saw her look up at him. Half of her expression swam with lust and the other half looked like the little girl who had been caught by her mother nicking cookies from the cookie jar.
Only this time, instead of being caught by her Mother. Nymphadora Tonks was caught with her hand in the nookie jar by Harry Fucking Potter.