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July 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Fleur/Tonks - Unsatisfied
🕑 Added 2025-07-31 15:59:01 +0000 UTCGarlands of summer flowers and roses decorated every wall of the large room set aside for Fleur to get ready for her wedding. The south of France was lovely this time of year, so the windows were open to allow a gentle breeze to trickle in and try to soothe her nerves. However, that seemed too momentous a task today.
Fleur paced back and forth relentlessly in her wedding dress. The A-line cut with a slit skirt that just barely trailed behind her as she walked was exactly as she’d imagined it. The V neckline as well helped to complete the look, letting her show off her natural beauty in all of its glory. The bodice of the dress clung to her like a second skin, detailed with flowery lace. Her hair done up nicely with a few stray strands framing her pretty face. She had natural-looking makeup on to complete the look that she’d always dreamt of wearing on her wedding day.
Distantly, she knew that Bill would be getting ready as well. She’d helped to choose his robes for him after his mother had insisted that he wear these garish, out-of-fashion robes that his great-great-great grandfather had worn. They were handsome and silky, dark enough to contrast sharply with her white dress without being too bulky like many of the English robes seemed to be. He’d looked handsome in them when she’d seen him try them on.
They would make for a handsome couple in all of the photos. Each of them would be sporting the biggest smiles of their lives…
But Fleur’s would be fake.
Bill was a fine man. She truly loved him with all her heart… almost all her heart. They were compatible in so many ways, but not in the way that mattered most.
Veela were inherently sexual beings, just as humans were. They craved intimacy and affection, but it resonated differently within them. With Veela, love and sex affected their magic, which in turn affected everything about their being. They needed to be fully satisfied in order to live prosperously.
Fleur only had one of those two necessities being met.
Seeing Bill’s cock for the first time had startled her. She’d seen men who’d been on the smaller side before, but Bill was a step below that. His cock was barely the length of her pinky finger, and it wasn’t that much thicker either. Two of his fingers side by side were larger than his cock was, which was why she so often requested him to use them to get her off. But no Veela was able to be satisfied with just some fingers. The ultimate experience of having simultaneous orgasms brought about a sense of euphoria that Fleur could only dream about given the fact that Bill rarely lasted more than a minute at most inside of her. It wasn’t entirely his fault—Veela’s bodies were designed to maximise their partner’s pleasure—but Fleur couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter about it. Bill tried to do what he could to help her out, but it just wasn’t enough.
Just as she let out a frustrated sigh, the door to her room opened.
“I told you,” Gabrielle laughed loudly to Fleur’s bridesmaids who were trailing closely behind her.
Hermione, Ginny, and Tonks had all grown to become dear friends of Fleur’s now that she lived in England. Growing up, most of the other girls around her age had ostracised Fleur because all of the boys fawned over her. None of her new friends had partners who lost control of themselves around Fleur, and so she was finally able to have the friends she’d always wanted.
The three of them laughed alongside Gabrielle, giving Fleur just the distraction she needed to shake these last-minute doubts out of her head.
“What are you talking about?” Fleur asked with a small smile.
Gabrielle grabbed Tonks by her shoulders and grinned. “I knew that Harry Potter had to be the best shag of all time.”
“You just believe that because he pulled you out from the Black Lake,” Ginny rolled her eyes.
“Don’t be bitter just because he didn’t want to stick with your skinny arse,” Gabrielle bit back. “We all know that Tonks wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
“It’s true,” Tonks laughed. “Besides, everyone knows that I’m a terrible liar anyway.”
Fleur felt her spirits sink even lower. Whether it was through envy or a desire to make herself feel even worse, she asked the question that was on her mind. “What makes him so good?”
“Everything,” Tonks exclaimed. “He’s so enthusiastic about everything we do. He worships me like no other man has, and he has the stamina to go on for ages. That’s not to mention how huge his coc—”
“Enough!” Hermione exclaimed, covering her ears. “I don’t need to hear about my best friend’s genitals.”
“Surely you saw them sometime when you two were off helping to end the war,” Gabrielle countered.
Fleur’s focus instantly drifted away as the four women continued to chatter on and joke around. This wasn’t the first time that she’d heard about how well-endowed Harry was—there was more than one drunken night where Tonks had tried to use her wrist of all things to explain just how massive her boyfriend’s cock was—and she wished that she could say that it wasn’t the first time she’d fantasised about it either.
As soon as she’d realised how small and unsatisfactory Bill’s cock was, she’d tried to convince herself that she could just make herself a dildo to help satisfy the deep urge she had to have her pussy stuffed to the absolute brim. It was only a day later that she realised that she’d subconsciously modelled the dildo off of how Tonks described Harry’s cock. She didn’t always pretend like it was his cock specifically that was fucking her whenever she masturbated, but his face had popped up into her mind enough times to really make her associate that toy with Harry.
“—I’ve cum so many times on him,” Tonks giggled, snapping Fleur’s mind back into focus. “But don’t let me go on about my man. Today is about Fleur and her husband. I bet that he must be quite the lover indeed to snag up a Veela as precious as you.”
Fleur’s smile came out crooked and wrong, but no one noticed it except for Tonks.
“Please don’t try to make me imagine my brother like that,” Ginny groaned. “It’s already bad enough having Ron and Hermione act all lovey-dovey around each other every second of the day.”
“Speaking of Ron, where is he?” Tonks asked suddenly.
Hermione shrugged. “Probably off with Bill somewhere. Or maybe Harry pulled him away to go drinking.”
“Shouldn’t we check in with them to make sure that everything’s going according to plan?” Tonks suggested. “I can stay here and help Fleur finish getting ready.”
“I can do that,” Gabrielle suggested.
“Or you could try to charm the pants off of my boyfriend,” Tonks winked playfully at her. “Maybe one day you’ll manage to steal him away from me.”
Gabrielle drew herself up all proud and cocksure. “Maybe I will,” she smiled. “Come on, girls.”
Hermione shook her head at Gabrielle’s back as she followed her out with Ginny close behind in tow. It was only once the doors closed again that Tonks turned on Fleur.
“Is everything alright?” She asked her so sincerely. “Last minute jitters?”
Fleur let out a nervous chuckle. “You could say that.”
Tonks gestured over to the chairs that Fleur and her bridesmaids had gotten their makeup done in. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Fleur said, but she sat down regardless.
Tonks did too and leaned forward with interest. “Seriously, what’s going on? I saw you get all caught up when I mentioned Bill. Has he done something to upset you? Is he—”
“No, no,” Fleur waved her hands in front of her face. “He hasn’t done anything wrong at all. He… I just…”
She trailed off. What was she even supposed to say? That her husband to be couldn’t satisfy her in the bedroom? How could Tonks even begin to relate to that? Everything about her and Harry’s sex life seemed absolutely incredible.
Fleur huffed loudly. Maybe she’d look like an utter fool, but she couldn’t keep this bottled up for any longer.
“Bill has a tiny penis,” Fleur blurted out.
Tonks blinked in surprise and leaned back in her chair. “Oh,” she said dumbly. “So all of this talk about Harry and me—”
“Yes,” Fleur sighed. “I’m sorry. It just got to me and I feel like I’m having second thoughts about everything now.”
Tonks nodded sympathetically. “Is there anything else that he’s doing that isn’t good enough?”
“No, no,” Fleur shook her head. “He’s so perfect in every other way. I… it’s difficult being a Veela.”
“Because you have needs,” Tonks finished for her.
Now it was Fleur’s turn to blink in surprise. “How did you know?”
“Besides the obvious stereotypes, Harry and I actually read a book about Veela not too long ago,” Tonks told her. “I don’t know if you know, but we often invite other women into the bedroom with us, and we happened to have an encounter with a Veela during our recent trip to Peru.”
“And you just decided to learn about Veela because of that?”
“Well,” Tonks grinned, “Harry was a little worried about her potentially transforming into a bird in the middle of the act and burning his perfect cock off.”
Fleur giggled at the thought. “That’s not how our transformations work.”
“We know that now,” Tonks laughed along with her. “Anyways, we learned all about what a Veela needs to live a happy and healthy life. And it’s quite clear that Bill won’t be able to give you everything you need.”
Fleur felt guilty about that. Why couldn’t she simply be satisfied with him?
Because she needed to be fucked properly. She needed that type of wild, animalistic sex that other Veela had to keep themselves at the top of their game. She needed a thick cock to spear her open and stretch her out beyond belief before it delivered a thick load of cum deep into her womb. The mere thought of it happening brought about an intense excitement within her body, and she could feel herself starting to get wet.
Tonks leaned forward again and reached across to take Fleur’s hand. “I can see it in your eyes that you know that you need more.”
“I do.” Fleur hated that she admitted it.
“Well then, I suppose it’s lucky that I can change my body around however I want,” Tonks winked at her.
“What do you—” Fleur’s words became stuck in her throat as she saw the bulge forming in Tonks’ dress. The smooth fabric of her golden dress now had a noticeable outline of a massive cock stretching up towards her belly.
Instantly, Fleur’s mouth began salivating.
“I…” she trailed off, needing to take a moment to drink down the spit in her mouth.
“This is what you really want,” Tonks told her knowingly. “And I’ll give it to you. All you need to do is ask for it.”
How could she do that to Bill, the love of her life? She was going to become his wife, and they would have a perfect family together. But… would she be happy? Not just mostly happy. Would she be truly happy in all aspects of her life?
No, she wouldn’t, and she wouldn’t want anyone else to compromise like that.
If she did this… would Bill ever know? Tonks was happy to talk about what she and Harry had gotten up to, but she never spoke about any of her previous lovers. She couldn’t lie to save her life, but who in their right mind would ever ask Tonks if she’d fucked Fleur?
She should turn her down right here and now. Even considering it seriously like this was tantamount to practically cheating on Bill… but Merlin did she ever want to say yes. As nice as her dildo was, it was no substitute for the real thing. She’d give up so much just to have a real thick cock pound away into her tight pussy until she was screaming and crying from pleasure.
Fleur opened and closed her mouth half a dozen times as Tonks just stared at her, waiting for a response. But before she could get one, the door to their room opened once more.
“There you are,” Harry exclaimed as he spotted Tonks.
Immediately, Fleur’s cheeks went pink in embarrassment. She looked away and tried to distract her mind to get it to calm down, and she did a decent enough job of it to not hear Harry lock the door behind himself.
“Hey,” Tonks smiled lazily at him over her shoulder. “Manage to shake off Gabrielle?”
Harry chuckled in amusement. “She really tried to convince me to sneak off to a spare room with her. You must’ve riled her up quite a bit.”
“Only a little,” Tonks replied. “There’s so much more I could do to antagonise her. Like fucking her older sister, for instance.”
Fleur gasped in surprise that Tonks would say this right in front of Harry, but then again, given all of the exploits she’d heard about Tonks and Harry since they started dating, she really shouldn’t have been shocked. They were both quite adventurous in the bedroom, and Fleur knew that they’d already invited others into their bed before.
“Now there’s an idea,” Harry chuckled. “How about it, Fleur?”
Fleur was utterly dumbstruck. She couldn’t even begin to formulate a reply, even as Harry grew closer.
“I know that there’s nothing that she’d like more,” Tonks told Harry as she tugged at her wedding dress, raising it so that her cock was exposed to the air.
Harry laughed. “You really copied mine.”
“Of course I did,” Tonks replied. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”
Fleur’s eyes locked in on the thick cock, and her mouth began salivating again. It had to be a foot long and nearly as thick as her wrist, just as Tonks had said. Two heavy balls swung below it, full of that seed that Fleur so desperately wanted.
“Look, she’s drooling,” Tonks pointed out giddily.
Fleur quickly wiped away the saliva at the corners of her mouth. “I don’t know…” she said in a quiet, weak voice.
“Bill doesn’t ever have to know about this,” Tonks assured her. “Besides, wouldn’t he want you to be happy?”
He did. That’s all that he ever wanted for her.
Tonks stood up and grasped the base of her shaft, angling it towards Fleur. “Just give it a touch and tell me that you don’t want Harry and I to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk.”
But then how could she walk up to get married? The concern fluttered distantly within her mind as her body took control. She reached out and touched Tonks’ cock, and the moment she did, she knew that there was no going back.
“I need this,” Fleur admitted, blushing furiously.
“Good,” Tonks grinned at her. “Now, tell us exactly what you want us to do to you.”
“I need you to make me feel something real,” Fleur said, the words flowing easily past her lips. “I need you to use my body as roughly and wildly as you can. And most importantly, I need you both to cum inside of me right fucking now before I go crazy.”
Tonks glanced over at Harry with a predatory smile. “You heard the lady. Think you can conjure a bed for us?”
Harry was already working wonders. As Fleur began stroking Tonks’ cock, letting her guilt leave her body as lust replaced it, Harry conjured a massive bed for them in the centre of the room. Tables and chairs were pushed aside to make space for it.
“Let’s get our little princess over there, and then we’ll do exactly what you asked of us,” Tonks said.
Fleur mechanically followed Tonks up onto the bed. She positioned herself on her hands and knees in front of her, ready for what was about to come next.
“Open wide,” Tonks ordered Fleur. “Get your pretty mouth ready for my cock.”
Her commanding words sent a tingle straight into Fleur’s core. She did as she told eagerly, and Tonks rewarded her by rubbing the swollen tip of her cock all over Fleur’s face. She tried to capture it in her mouth multiple times, but Tonks kept teasing her and moving away.
While she was distracted with that, Harry was busy climbing up onto the bed. He hiked up her wedding dress and got it bunched around her waist, revealing the pretty white lingerie she’d worn specifically for Bill tonight.
“Merlin, you’re soaked,” he said in that husky voice of his before he gave her round, fat arse a spank.
Fleur’s breathing hitched the moment that Harry’s fingers brushed across her sex. The delicate fabric of her panties was indeed soaked through, making it cling desperately to her pussy. Harry didn’t even bother pulling the panties down; instead, he merely pulled them off to the side and pressed the tip of his searing-hot cock against her slick folds.
“Tonks,” Harry said cryptically.
“Wha—” Fleur had begun to speak, but everything became muffled as Tonks shoved her thick cock into her mouth. Even the dildo she’d made wasn’t as thick as this perfect replica of Harry’s cock. Fleur choked and spluttered around it, but Tonks didn’t give her a chance to regain any sense of composure. She just kept pushing forward until her cock slipped into Fleur’s tight throat.
As overwhelming as this was, Fleur couldn’t help the deep sense of satisfaction that filled her at being used like this. She felt ecstatic that she was finally being given what she’d so desperately craved for the entirety of her relationship with Bill. It was no wonder then that she reached up with her arms to grab Tonks’ arse. She pulled her forward, taking Tonks’ cock even deeper into her throat.
Tonks chuckled at Fleur’s enthusiasm. “You really did need this.”
Fleur could only gargle around Tonks’ cock in reply.
“Best not keep her waiting,” Tonks told Harry.
If Fleur had thought that this one cock in her throat was enough to satisfy her, then she’d been an utter fool. The second that Harry’s cock slammed hard into her pussy, filling her up in a single thrust, it felt as though everything had become right with the world. Fleur felt like she was glowing with ecstasy. Her back arched, and her walls clamped down hard around Harry’s massive cock, unwilling to let him pull out of her pussy and leave her feeling so damned empty.
Harry’s cock felt as though it were going to tear her pussy in two, which was exactly what she needed. She could feel him pulsing, eager to start making an absolute mess out of her.
“How does she feel?” Tonks asked knowingly.
“Like a perfect, tight fit,” Harry groaned, giving Fleur’s arse a spank again.
Tonks grabbed a fistful of Fleur’s hair, undoing the delicate work that’d made her look like a princess. Now, her hair was in a rough mess as Tonks started fucking Fleur’s throat. And just as she got going, Harry too started moving inside of her. At first, Fleur whined around Tonks’ cock in protest of Harry pulling his hips back, but that was quickly replaced with muffled moans of pleasure when he slammed back inside of her.
Fleur felt like she was being used like a cheap whore as she was bounced between Harry and Tonks’ thick cocks. She was drooling so badly around Tonks’ cock that it was dripping out of the corners of her mouth and down onto her wedding dress. But Fleur couldn’t find it in herself to care right now; she felt too damned good to worry about her wedding or anything else in the world.
The lewd symphony of Fleur’s muffled cries combined with the slick slapping of her flesh meeting Harry and Tonks’ as they fucked her filled the air and filtered out the window. There were guests out there who might overhear, but Fleur didn’t mind if they did. Let them hear her finally finding satisfaction.
“I’ve dreamed of fucking your tight pussy for years now,” Harry admitted as he spanked Fleur’s arse again. She knew that it would be red with imprints of his hands before long. “I can’t believe I’m finally doing it.”
“You’ve at least fucked me when I made myself look like our little Veela slut before,” Tonks reminded him, moaning as she pushed her cock so deep into Fleur’s throat that her balls were covering Fleur’s nose.
“Oh right,” Harry grunted as he speared into her again, making her feel so deliciously full. “But I’ve gotta say that Fleur is completely different. Maybe it’s because Bill has such a tiny cock, but she feels as tight as a virgin.”
Tonks laughed and reached down to pinch Fleur’s nipples through her wedding dress. The pain was instantly melted away by the intense pleasure of her body being used like a sex toy.
Fleur knew that she was going to cum quickly, but it was such a surprise when a spray of liquid shot out of her pussy onto Harry’s crotch. She squealed around Tonks’ cock, feeling her throat tighten up around her.
Tonks groaned loudly. “Oh fuck,” her body trembled. “I’m—”
A warm load of cum shot straight down her throat and into her waiting stomach. Fleur moaned in ecstasy and drank down every last drop as Tonks jerked against her.
Harry didn’t announce his orgasm with words. His manly grunt was the last thing that Fleur heard before her magic sang. His hot seed spilling into her womb felt better than any rush of magic that she’d ever felt in her life. It kept going, filling her up until she felt like she was going to burst if any more filled her belly.
Thoroughly spent, Harry and Tonks pulled out of her, leaving Fleur to collapse in a breathless heap on the bed.
“Shit,” Tonks cursed as she glanced over at the clock in the corner of the room. “The ceremony’s supposed to start in a few minutes.”
“Can’t… go… like… this,” Fleur said in between gasps.
Harry and Tonks nodded at each other in understanding and got to work. Fleur was utterly spent and just laid there as the two of them got to work. Tonks focused on fixing Fleur’s hair and cleaning up her face while Harry removed any stains off of her wedding dress and put her panties back in place. Fleur noticed that Harry did nothing to clean up the thick load of cum he’d left inside of her, nor did he do anything to help when it started to drip out and stain her panties and thighs.
In record time, the two of them got Fleur close to as good as she’d been before their encounter. She braced herself against Harry’s arm as he led her out of the room and out to the garden where the ceremony was being held.
Just before they stepped outside, Fleur let go of Harry’s arm.
“You’ll do great,” Harry told her with a smile. “Just don’t trip and fall. We don’t need everyone to know how wobbly your legs are.”
Fleur let out a small laugh. “Thank you for that. It was… magical.”
“Anytime,” Harry winked at her. “I need to get going too; Tonks and I need to be up front with everyone else. Give us a minute and then come on out, yeah?”
Fleur nodded in understanding and watched his retreating form as he hurried outside. She took the reprieve to take a few deep breaths.
Her dad showed up a few moments later with a massive smile on his face, completely unknowing of the fact that Fleur just had her brains fucked out. She took his offered arm and let him lead her outside.
Fleur was filled with nervous butterflies as she approached Bill in front of everyone. Tonks and Harry were both in their respective places, neither one showing any signs that they’d just shagged Fleur’s brains out. Their smiles matched everyone else’s.
When she let go of her dad’s arm, Fleur took in a shaky breath and stepped right up to Bill. He had the sweetest, most loving smile on his lips.
“Did you enjoy my pre-wedding present?” He asked her quietly so that no one else could overhear.
Fleur frowned in confusion. “I didn’t see—”
But then she did. Bill’s gaze flickered over to Harry, who winked in reply.
Suddenly, all of the air in Fleur’s lungs fled her.
“You know?”
“Of course,” Bill replied. “I was the one who organised it. I know that I…”
“Don’t say it,” Fleur told him seriously.
“It’s okay,” he assured her. “You have needs that I can’t meet, and our lives are perfect in every other way. I just want you to know that if you choose to spend the rest of your life with me, I’ll make sure that you're satisfied in all ways.”
Tears stung Fleur’s eyes. “You’re perfect.”
“Almost,” he chuckled quietly. “But we’ve got some good friends to fill in the gaps.”
Yes, they did. Fleur smiled at Bill before sending brief appreciative glances towards Harry and Tonks.
She would never be unsatisfied ever again.
