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May 2025 Exclusive Poll Winner - Nude Beach Days - Harry/Hermione/Fleur
🕑 Added 2025-05-16 15:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: All characters are over the age of 18.
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The deep blue water and infinite expanse stretching out before Harry and Hermione here in France was picturesque in many ways. It almost felt as though they were inside of a magical painting, seeing an impeccably handcrafted-landscape. The sandy beach was lively with activity and a gentle breeze passing through it. Hundreds of people were stretched out on beach towels or walking around and taking in the sights.
All of them equally naked.
Was there anything better than the hot sun against your bare skin?
“I can think of a few things,” Hermione whispered into his ear as she pressed herself against his back. Her bare skin was unbelievably soft and comforting against his, but even it couldn’t compare to the feeling of her lips on his neck.
“Did you just use Legilimency on me?” Harry asked rhetorically. “I thought we were taking a break from magic so that we could spend a few days relaxing.”
“I can’t help it,” Hermione whined. “Now that I’ve gotten better at it, it’s so intoxicating to see the world the way that you see it.”
Harry chuckled and reached behind himself to run his hand along Hermione’s thigh. “Guess it’s my turn now.”
He slowly turned in place, and when Hermione’s big brown eyes came into view, he performed Legilimency on her. All of a sudden, he was transported within Hermione’s mind, navigating past her recent and past memories towards her present thoughts. It was only because they practised together so much that they were able to easily move through each other’s minds. While their Occlumency shields would be a problem for anyone else, they each lowered them for each other.
Within seconds, Harry arrived at exactly what he wanted to experience. Hermione’s thoughts felt like they were his own—though, he was careful to not allow himself to disassociate with his own being.
The warmth of the sunlight on her skin mirrored the sensation that he was experiencing, but there was another less familiar warmth present between her thighs too. She was looking at his nude form, and suddenly her mind was alight with thoughts of the countless nights of passion they’d shared together since they became a couple while on the run from Voldemort.
A fiery inferno raged within her core, begging her to pounce on Harry right then and there in front of everyone. To claim him and show those women who were not-so-subtly checking him out that they would never have a chance with him. They weren’t worthy of him like she was.
It wasn’t quite the same as seeing through Hermione’s eyes, but Harry was able to take in her thoughts from whatever it was she saw a fraction of a second later. He let her stream of consciousness flood into him as she glared back at a pack of women who were giggling to themselves and batting their eyelashes at Harry. They were staring at his flaccid cock, Hermione believed. And why wouldn’t they be? It was bigger than most men were when they were hard.
“I can’t hide my excitement as well as you can,” Harry chided Hermione lightly as he fought to keep his cock from growing.
“It’s impossible to not be turned on when I’m around you,” Hermione replied with a sly smile. “Especially when you can do things like this.”
Suddenly, a new image popped into Harry’s mind of him above Hermione. It was from last night in their hotel room when he’d folded her legs back so that her ankles were by her ears as he pounded straight down into her pussy. He could almost feel just how good Hermione felt as he ravaged her body.
“Stop that,” Harry said, playfully swatting her bum and breaking off the mental connection.
Hermione’s smile grew in size. “Make me.”
Merlin, did he ever want to, but it would be hard to cast any magic to obscure them from sight with so many muggles around. Better to find some place quiet where he could remind Hermione exactly who was in charge here.
Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward as he started to walk back down the sandy shoreline. “So much for a fun day at the beach.”
“You won’t be complaining when we get back to our hotel room,” Hermione purred.
He knew that they should’ve had sex first thing in the morning. Hermione was insatiable without it, but she’d insisted on visiting the beach bright and early since they’d wasted the previous day fucking nonstop in their room.
As they walked down the beach, Harry smiled contently at how many people simply seemed to be enjoying their day nude in the sun. Before Hermione had suggested a trip like this to him, he would’ve thought that this was too wild an idea to even consider. It wasn’t until he actually partook in it that he realised it’d be a lot easier to stop himself from having erections than he imagined. Not that such things never came up, of course.
Men and women all around them often looked Harry and Hermione up and down. Their gazes weren’t always sexual, but when they were, they were hard to ignore. Harry especially struggled with seeing so many fit women eye-fucking him from across the beach. Maybe that was why he and Hermione had been fucking like rabbits since they’d gotten here.
Their hotel was further along the coast and also fully nude, even in the restaurant they had there. It made everything feel so free and natural. Harry and Hermione had made a few friends there with other couples who were on vacation as well, even sharing a few meals with them. There was one woman, Leslie, who’d made a pass at the two of them, but Harry hadn’t been especially attracted to her so they turned her down.
However, Leslie’s approach had reignited Harry and Hermione’s discussion about inviting someone else into their bed again. Back in England, they’d spent a few intimate nights with Luna, Ginny, and even Pansy Parkinson of all people. It’d been Hermione who’d suggested it at the time, proclaiming her interest in experimenting with other women, and Harry was more than happy to oblige her. It’d been some time since they’d last been with anyone else, and Hermione had said that if the right person happened to show up here, maybe they could create a fun vacation memory together.
Since then, Harry and Hermione had both been on the lookout for someone they were both interested in. No one had matched their criteria quite yet, at least not until this very instant.
A small crowd stood ahead on the beach, forming a small ring. Harry brushed it off as a couple who were getting intimate on the beach, which inevitably attracted plenty of attention, but as they got closer, he realised that they were surrounding a single person. A very attractive person.
“Fleur?” Hermione called out in surprise when she spotted her silvery-blond hair.
“Hermione?”
There were a few disgruntled comments as Fleur pushed through the crowd, but those comments turned into sounds of appreciation when they witnessed the two women embrace. Even Harry wasn’t immune to the sight of two sets of luscious breasts being squished up against each other.
Harry hadn’t seen Fleur in years. Back during the Triwizard Tournament, she’d been a fierce competitor. Then she’d started to date Ron’s older brother, Bill, but that relationship had fizzled out quite quickly. After that, she’d returned home to France. They’d spoken via owl a couple of times since the war’s end, but that was it. It was shocking to see just how overwhelmingly beautiful she was.
Fleur only stood a few centimetres taller than Hermione, but her legs were a fair bit longer. Her sun-kissed skin glistened in the sunlight, and the lack of tan lines on her showed off just how much time she’d spent at nude beaches recently. Somehow, her body had filled out even more than it already was. Her breasts were much larger than Hermione’s and sat high on her chest, and her arse was perfectly shaped and toned, albeit a bit smaller than Hermione’s was.
As the two of them broke apart, Fleur instantly turned and hugged Harry. The touch was brief but enough to refuel the flame that Hermione had sparked only minutes ago.
“I’m surprised to see you two here,” Fleur said. “Not only in France, I mean.”
“Hermione was the one who introduced me to the nudist lifestyle,” Harry replied.
“I’ve always loved it,” Hermione admitted. She eyed the people who were now beginning to surround the three of them. “Though, the stares are getting a bit awkward.”
“My apologies,” Fleur grimaced. “Being a Veela makes such things unavoidable. I forgot to place a charm on myself this morning to make me less conspicuous. But surely the two of you are getting quite a few looks yourselves.”
At that, Fleur looked both of them up and down with a wolfish smile.
Harry and Hermione’s eyes met, and a silent conversation passed between them in an instant. And when they looked back at Fleur, they knew that she understood perfectly what had just transpired.
“Are you two spending the whole day at the beach?” Fleur asked all too innocently.
“Actually, we were thinking about going back up to our hotel room,” Hermione said, adding the slightest purr to her voice as she placed her hand on Harry’s chest.
“How would you two feel coming back to my villa instead?” Fleur asked flirtatiously. “It’s serene… and private.”
“We’d love to,” Hermione answered for the both of them, not that Harry was in any mind to disagree with her.
“Wonderful,” Fleur grinned. “Please, follow me.”
As Fleur started walking away, Harry was taken in by the way her hips swayed so perfectly back and forth. Her arse had just the right amount of jiggle to it with each step that she took. He just wanted to grab her cheeks in his hands and shove his cock—
“Stop that,” Hermione whispered into his ear. “Or I’m going to start leaking out onto my thighs.”
“Then you shouldn’t be reading my mind,” Harry chuckled.
The two of them followed Fleur away from the beach’s edge towards a set of changing stalls close to a car park. It was fairly quiet with only a handful of people about, but few were even bothering to use the changing stalls. Most just stripped down in front of everyone.
Fleur opened up the first stall and quickly ushered Harry and Hermione inside. As soon as the door closed behind them, Fleur pounced on Hermione.
Taken completely by surprise, Hermione let out an “Eep!” as Fleur kissed her soundly on the lips. She crashed back against the far wall, and Fleur locked her in place there as she continued to take what she wanted. Now that they were in private, Harry didn’t bother trying to control the flow of blood to his cock anymore. He let his erection come, making his cock expand in size until it was bigger than either Hermione or Fleur could ever hope to wrap their hands all the way around.
“You taste delightful,” Fleur exclaimed when she pulled away from Hermione’s flushed face. When she noticed Harry’s cock, her eyes bulged out. “And now there’s something else I want to taste.”
“Why don’t you take us back to your home first before we get busted for fucking in here?” Harry suggested.
Fleur snatched up Hermione’s hand and then grabbed Harry’s cock before apparating them away.
When Harry’s feet touched the floor again, Fleur suddenly shoved him backwards. He fell onto a soft bed in the middle of a large room with massive windows overlooking the sea.
Fleur strutted over to Harry and crouched down right in between his knees. She took a deep breath, taking in his musky scent. “I can’t believe that Hermione hasn’t had to fight off every single woman at that beach you two were at. I would do terrible things to get this cock inside of me.”
Fleur’s lips really had to stretch to fit Harry’s cock inside of her warm, wet mouth. He could see her jaw strain as she took him in, but once the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, she forced herself to relax.
Hermione walked around behind Fleur and laid down on her back. “Seeing as you’re getting a taste of him, I want a taste of you,” she told Fleur as she slid her body along the floor until her head was perfectly positioned beneath Fleur’s crotch.
A soft moan came from Fleur, muffled by the cock in her mouth. The vibrations tickled the head of his cock delightfully, making Harry groan and start to run his hands through Fleur’s silky hair. He pulled her head closer towards him, making his cock slide into her throat. It’d taken Hermione months of practice before she was able to deepthroat him, but Fleur seemed to be managing so far. He wondered how much of that had to do with her being a Veela versus how much experience she had.
If Harry could go back even a few months and tell himself that Fleur Delacour of all people would be sucking his cock, he wouldn’t have believed it. But here it was, and she was doing even better than he could’ve imagined. Her tongue slithered all over his cock, and she had little trouble taking his entire length down her throat even as Hermione was licking her pussy. Even Hermione needed breaks to catch her breath when she deepthroated him.
Fleur bobbed her head back and forth quickly, letting her lips slide along his length, trying to milk his seed down her throat. Her moans of pleasure from Hermione’s ministrations were mixed with sounds of approval of having a proper cock to work with. She truly made it sound like there was nothing better in life than sucking his cock.
Harry wished that he could show her just how good his tongue could feel. Those powerful vibrations he could make by using parseltongue always made Hermione melt. Plus, he wondered how she tasted.
That thought triggered another in his mind. He could see how she tasted right now with just a clever bit of magic.
Looking down at Hermione, he managed to silently cast Legilimency.
Hermione’s thoughts raced through his mind. The desire to be fucked overwhelmed almost everything else, but Harry was also able to find her thoughts on exactly what she was doing to Fleur. He immersed himself in them, feeling the sweet tang of Fleur’s pussy on Hermione’s tongue, seeing how beautiful her pink slit looked, and taking in her scent.
Harry snapped back into his own mind and cursed loudly. “I need to fuck you,” he told Fleur, unsure of how much of that was his own desire and how much came from Hermione’s desperate thoughts. “And you too, Hermione.”
Fleur took her sweet time letting go of his cock. She peppered it with kisses before letting out a soft moan. “Your tongue work is magnificent, Hermione. You must make Harry very happy.”
“Thank you,” Hermione giggled.
Harry nearly knocked Fleur over when he suddenly stood up. He grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up into the air and tossed her back onto the soft bed.
“I’ll get to you soon, my love,” Harry told Hermione before he followed Fleur up onto the bed. She was already on her back with her legs spread wide. Her wet pussy was on full display for him, just waiting for his thick cock to make an absolute mess of her.
Climbing on top of her, Harry placed the tip of his cock against her scorching-hot entrance and grabbed her wrists, locking them in place. He pinned her down and slammed into her pussy recklessly. A guttural cry of pleasure escaped Fleur’s lips as he sheathed himself inside of her in a single thrust. Her tight walls tried to squeeze the life out of his cock, but that wasn’t going to stop him from ravaging her after he’d gotten what he wanted.
When it became clear that Harry wasn’t moving inside of her anymore, Fleur tried to roll her hips against him to spur him on, but Harry remained perfectly still. He used his weight and position to keep Fleur still beneath him.
“Harry,” Fleur whined loudly. “Please.”
“He wants you to beg for it,” Hermione chuckled in amusement as she climbed up onto the bed next to Fleur. She curled herself against Fleur’s side and grabbed the pretty witch’s chin to tilt her head towards her. “How bad do you want my boyfriend to turn you into a quivering mess?”
“With all my heart,” Fleur said emphatically. “I… fuck, he already feels so good.”
“Then beg,” Hermione purred as she captured one of Fleur’s hardened nipples into her mouth.
“Please,” Fleur whimpered, squeezing her walls around Harry’s cock.
“Please what?” Harry asked her cockily as he put two of his fingers barely a centimetre away from her clit.
“Please fuck me,” Fleur begged.
“That’s not very convincing,” Harry said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Why should I?”
“Because I’ll be your Veela slut,” Fleur exclaimed, trying to shimmy her body along the bed so that Harry’s fingers would touch her. “I’ll do whatever the two of you want! Please!”
“I don’t know,” Harry said teasingly. “What do you think, Hermione?”
“I think we just found ourselves a new slut to keep us company,” Hermione grinned lecherously.
That was good enough for him.
Without warning, Harry reeled his hips back swiftly and then slammed forward hard into Fleur’s wonderful pussy. She was soaking wet, making it easy to fuck her despite how tight she was. The moment the tip of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb, Fleur howled in delight.
“Yes, that’s it! Fuck me! Fuck your slut!”
Harry chuckled and kept pounding away into her. Despite how calm and even-tempered he normally was, there was something special about getting to exert his dominant side in the bedroom. And seeing a witch like Fleur come undone beneath him was the perfect reward for his behaviour.
Suddenly, Hermione locked eyes with him, and he knew that she was sifting through his thoughts for what was going on right now. It was perhaps one of the most exciting things for her about learning Legilimency. She loved experiencing what it was like to fuck something with a real cock, to highlight exactly where all of his pleasure came from. Moans started escaping from her lips uncontrollably as her fingers dropped down to her pussy. She fingered herself in time with Harry’s thrusts, still revelling in the pleasure his thoughts offered her.
Fleur looked like she was losing her mind as Harry’s thick cock made an absolute mess of her pussy. Her walls were twitching like mad around him and her juices were flowing freely down his thighs. The loud smacking sound of his body colliding with hers was always punctuated by a satisfied moan or groan from her lips.
“Please keep fucking me!” Fleur cried out. “Fuck my naughty pussy!”
Harry tried to pick up the pace, but it was impossible to go any faster than he already was without completely destroying his rhythm. So, he focused more on ensuring that the power of each thrust was just the tiniest bit harder than the last. It seemed to work well because Fleur’s cries only grew in intensity until her voice started to give out.
Hermione seemed to be having the time of her life lapping at Fleur’s nipples. She seemed to know exactly what she needed to do to make Fleur’s chest heave upwards, desperate for more of Hermione’s touch.
His cock throbbed needfully seeing Hermione like this. He loved watching her dominate every woman they brought into their bedroom. His mind drew up countless memories of her doing exactly that, and they passed smoothly into Hermione’s mind through their connection.
“Breed our little slut,” Hermione egged him on, knowing that he was getting close to his orgasm. “I’ve read that pregnant Veela are so randy that they need to get fucked at least twice a day.”
Fleur was beyond the point of being able to use words to confirm what Hermione said, so she simply nodded emphatically. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth opened as she let out the most incredible moan.
Her walls shuddered and then clamped down hard around Harry’s cock, but that was nothing compared to the intensity of Fleur’s voice as her moan turned into the loudest scream of pleasure that he’d ever heard. Her body arched up off of the bed as she came.
Grunting, Harry rammed into Fleur with every bit of power he had, unable to believe how heavenly her velvety pussy felt around his cock when she came. He let himself go and unleashed a thick torrent of cum right into her womb.
Fleur looked like she was lost in a daze when Harry pulled out of her. She was staring up at him with awe, but Harry paid her little mind. He had another job to do.
Hermione was ready and waiting for him when he picked her up and set her on her hands and knees above Fleur. He speared his cock directly into her pussy and gave her the rough pounding that she so desperately needed. Fleur simply watched, clearly surprised at how easily Hermione was able to handle his massive cock.
“You’ll get better with practice,” Hermione panted, grinning down at Fleur. “We’re still in France for the rest of the week. I imagine this won’t be the last time we’re seeing each other, yes?”
Fleur nodded her head dumbly.
“Good,” Hermione said before she leaned down and kissed Fleur. “Because we won’t be satisfied until we’ve given you some extensive cardio in the bedroom.”
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