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Watching His Girlfriend Offer Him Up To A Pair of French Witches - Harry/Gabrielle & Harry/Fleur
🕑 Added 2024-08-27 15:59:00 +0000 UTCAN: Here's Part 21 of the Watching His Girlfriend Series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
Gabrielle is the same age as Harry in this story.
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“That’s her,” an older man whispered excitedly to his friend.
“She’s the one?” His friend, a man with receding blond hair and a prominent beard, raised a single eyebrow in appreciation. “She’s gorgeous.”
“Damn right she is,” the first man replied. “You should’ve seen her yesterday. She took on five guys at once.”
“Were you a part of that?”
“Of course I was,” the first man answered, almost sounding insulted to be questioned. “There was no way I couldn’t involve myself. She had a bottle of lube next to her, and I got my cock in her arse. It was absolutely incredible. She was so fucking tight. Another guy was fucking her pussy at the same time too.”
“Wish my wife could do that,” the second man sighed wistfully.
“We can scope out the beach and see if she’s going back out there today,” the first man suggested hopefully. “You’ve gotta get a piece of her before our trip’s done.”
It amused Harry to know end to listen in on the stories people told about Hermione and Luna around the resort. They’d made quite the name for themselves after working through dozens of men and women each day, and few people even knew that Harry was involved with both of them. These two men were sitting down at the table right beside him, talking about Hermione so openly.
Merlin, it made him hard. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck Hermione in front of them or watch the two of them fuck Hermione, but he needed to get some relief and soon.
“Is she coming over here?” The second man asked, his eyes going wide.
“Looks like it,” the first one grinned. “Maybe she wants more of what I gave her yesterday.”
Harry and the two men stared openly at Hermione as she casually walked over towards them. She’d completely forgone all of her clothing today, and her only accessory was a small beach bag slung over her shoulder. Itt was impossible not to stare at her breasts as they bounced perfectly on her chest with each step she took. Despite how taut and firm they were, they had just the right amount of jiggle that drove Harry and every other man who saw them absolutely wild with lust. Combined with her wide hips, hairless slit, and gorgeous face, Hermione stole the show in any room she walked into.
As she got close to the table, the two men sat up a bit straighter. The first man even pushed himself back a bit from the table, letting his hard cock be seen by anyone passing by. It was clear that he was trying to entice Hermione.
She gave the man a warm smile as she walked by his table and approached Harry.
The dismay on the two men’s faces was palpable as Hermione leaned down to kiss Harry, though their sadness was tempered by the fact that Hermione was bent over with her arse stuck out towards their table.
“How was your nap?” Harry asked her as he pulled out a chair for her to sit down on. Instead of doing that though, she slipped onto his lap, trapping his hard cock between her thighs. She teased him a bit by rubbing her thighs back and forth as she leaned back against his chest.
“Very needed,” Hermione giggled softly. “You and Luna kept me up much later than you should have.”
“It’s hard not to when you’re as beautiful as you are,” Harry said as he kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist. He let his fingers trail down her front slowly until he reached her pussy. He started making slow, lazy circles on her skin just above her clit. He knew how much Hermione loved a slow build to her arousal, especially because she normally had to be ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice when they were at the Dursleys.
“Is she still out on the beach?” Hermione asked him as she sighed contently, squirming slightly on his lap.
“Last I saw,” Harry confirmed. “She might be due for a nap soon too, and something to help deal with her pain. She had quite the queue built up for people who wanted a blowjob from her. Her jaw’s bound to be quite sore.”
“Good thing I brought some potions in my bag then,” Hermione replied.
“Should we go see her then?” Harry asked.
“Let’s,” Hermione agreed as she reluctantly got off of his lap.
Just as Harry got to his feet, the two men at the table next to them broke out of whatever quiet discussion they were having amongst themselves and spoke up.
“Err, miss?” The first man said.
“Yes?” Hermione asked.
The man’s eyes flickered over towards Harry, and Harry gave a subtle nod in reply. “We were just wondering if you were going out onto the beach again today.”
“I will be, but maybe not for the reasons you’re thinking about,” Hermione said with a sly smile. She leaned in close to him and grasped his hard cock in her hand. The man stiffened at her touch but let out a low moan when Hermione stroked his shaft. “Maybe later this afternoon or tomorrow though. I’d love to see you again.”
The man could barely form any words. He just gulped and nodded his head excitedly.
Hermione giggled softly and let go of his cock before turning to the other man at the table. “I didn’t see you around before.”
“I wasn’t lucky enough to catch you,” the second man said sadly.
“That’s a shame,” Hermione said as she stepped over towards him. She sat down on his knee, rubbing her pussy along his thigh and letting him feel the wetness that Harry had caused. She leaned forward until her breasts were pressed against his chest and she could whisper into his ear. “I’d love to have some fun with you too.”
The second man boldly grabbed Hermione’s arse in his hands and pulled her cheeks apart. He squeezed and moulded her flesh as his hips bucked forward, pressing his erection against her hip.
“I’d love that too,” he said honestly.
“Then come find me later,” Hermione whispered sultrily.
When she stood back up, she immediately looked for Harry’s reaction. He loved how she acted like this was all just a show to excite him, which it mostly was even though Hermione had grown to find her own genuine enjoyment in all of this.
Harry gave her a wink and offered her his arm. She took it, beaming up at him with a smile as they headed off to the beach.
The sun was warm today in a way that tickled Harry’s skin, and a gentle breeze carried in the salty sea air to the shoreline. It was impossible to forget how lucky he felt to be here. He never got to go on vacations growing up, and this one was going to stick around in his memories for a very long time.
As it was the weekend, the coastline was filled with people. Hundreds of men and women lounged in the sun or played in the sand and water. Most of them were naked as the day they were born, and the rest tended to be topless. The small minority that remained clothed didn’t seem shy or embarrassed about their bodies or anyone else’s, so it helped keep up a cheery atmosphere.
Naturally, Luna was nowhere to be found on this part of the beach. There weren’t any sexual activities taking place here, at least no overt ones. It wasn’t uncommon to spot some couples subtly playing with each other’s bodies, but it was heavily frowned upon to get up to anything too explicit on this section of the beach. Any couple that grew a bit too amorous naturally ended up heading to the secluded section of the beach or back up to the resort.
Like every other time that they headed out onto the beach, Harry enjoyed watching heads turn to check out Hermione. It was so exciting to see so many men and women checking her out, and he was well aware that he got quite a few looks towards himself as well, especially if he was sporting an erection.
However, today, Harry noticed that fewer people were focusing on Hermione and him. There was something else going on…
Suddenly, in the distance, the mass of people parted enough that Harry was able to see what was drawing so many of the beachgoers’ attention.
Two beautiful silvery-blond haired women were strolling down the beach. Their lean, lithe bodies and long legs were a sight to behold. Their pale skin had a gentle glow to it from time spent out in the sun, and it was nowhere more noticeable than on their large, perky, bouncing breasts as they walked along. They seemed completely unbothered that everyone was staring at them. In fact, they almost seemed to bask in the attention. They were playful, laughing and joking with each other as they occasionally gave the other a playful shove or a little twirl.
“Should I be jealous?” Hermione teased Harry playfully when she noticed where he was staring.
“Not at all,” Harry replied with a gentle kiss on her head. “There’s no one more beautiful in this world than you.”
“That doesn’t mean that you don’t want to shag their brains out though,” Hermione smiled, poking his side playfully. “Maybe we should go over and invite them to…”
Hermione stopped in the middle of her sentence, narrowing her eyes at the two women as they steadily grew closer to them. “Is that… Fleur?”
Fleur?
Now that she was closer and Harry could finally make out her face, he realised that Hermione was right. Honestly, he should’ve pegged her as a Veela from the start. It was incredibly rare for a woman to have a body as perfect as that unless they were a powerful witch or a Veela. But what was she doing back in France? He knew that she’d broken up with Bill some time ago, but he thought that she was still working at Gringotts back in England.
“’Arry?
Fleur practically rushed over with the girl next to her, who Harry couldn’t quite place. She looked a lot like Fleur though.
“Hey—” Harry began to say before Fleur tackled him in a bone-crushing hug. It was quite difficult to ignore the effects of a gorgeous Veela pressed up against him so tightly like this, but Harry was proud to say that he made it through without giving her an accidental poke.
“It’s been so long!” Fleur gushed as she pulled back. “And Hermione! I can’t believe how beautiful you’ve become.”
“Thank you,” Hermione hugged her one-time annoyance. Harry knew quite well just how much Hermione had disliked Fleur once upon a time. Back during the Triwizard Tournament, she’d complained regularly about the French witch, and this only continued once Fleur started dating Ron’s older brother, Bill. However, Hermione’s emotions had settled down after a while, especially once she’d started dating Harry. “Who’s your friend?”
“Do you not recognise me?” The other witch said as she leaned in closer. “I’d at least hope that ‘Arry would recognise me.”
“Gabrielle?” Harry said tentatively.
“I told you he’d remember,” Fleur exclaimed happily, likely just as pleased that Harry remembered her younger sister as she was that she’d been right in the first place.
“I barely recognised you,” Harry told Gabrielle honestly with a little chuckle.
Gabrielle looked down at her stunning body and then back up at Harry. “I finally hit my Veela maturation.”
“Veela don’t tend to mature until they’re sixteen,” Fleur informed Harry. “And then it just comes all at once, finishing in a matter of months.”
“You’re in your last year of school too, aren’t you, Gabrielle?” Hermione asked.
Gabrielle nodded. “Oui.”
“I’m surprised to see you two here,” Harry said. “I figured you’d get enough stares in your normal life to not want to show up to a beach like this.”
“It is not so bad, ‘Arry,” Fleur chuckled. “We Veela are a sexual people after all. Being admired for our beauty is one of the best parts about being a Veela. And I thought what better way to celebrate my little sister’s eighteenth birthday than to take her somewhere that we can truly be in our element.”
“Happy birthday,” Harry said. “When was it?”
“A few weeks ago,” Gabrielle blushed lightly at his attention. “This was our first chance to get out of the house for a vacation.”
“Were you two heading out onto the beach?” Fleur asked Harry and Hermione. “If so, we’d love to join you.”
“We’d love that too,” Hermione answered quickly. “But we were also going out to find our friend, Luna. She’s on the other part of the beach.”
“Oh, you mean the fun part.” Fleur’s eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Why don’t us three pick out a spot to get set up at,” Hermione suggested. “Harry, could you go off and get Luna?”
“Err, sure,” Harry replied.
“Great,” Hermione said, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips. Harry didn’t miss the way that Gabrielle frowned at that. “We’ll catch up with you soon.”
“Yeah, see you soon,” Harry said as he started to walk off.
The three women convened to talk for a moment, each of them staring at Harry’s retreating backside.
Harry walked along the beach to the slight bend of the shoreline that blocked off the fun section of the beach. A couple was just walking in a short way ahead of him, giggling like they were going some place they weren’t supposed to. There were plenty of couples like that who just wanted to go and watch other people have sex. Some would have sex themselves and allow admirers to watch them. Few were willing to share either one of them, which made Harry feel all the more lucky that he had Hermione in his life.
Once again, the sounds of sex reached his ears before his eyes could lay upon any evidence of it. A woman was crying out in pleasure as her partner fucked her from behind, if Harry had the sounds of it right. There were more distant ones that intermingled together, but the ones that stuck out the most was that of men and women conversing.
Curious, Harry hurried around the bend to see what was going on.
Honestly, he should have known from the start.
Luna was surrounded by a group of men. Half of them were masturbating while the others just stood and watched. Luna herself had both of her hands working a pair of thick shafts while she eagerly sucked on another one.
Just then, one of the men in the crowd let out a loud groan and staggered forward. Luna paused in her ministrations to help the man line up the perfect cumshot across her already cum-covered breasts, and then she went right back to her work.
Chuckling to himself at the sight, Harry headed on over. The crowd of men weren’t going to be keen on having Harry ruin their fun, but such was the way of things.
“Luna,” Harry called out, getting the woman’s attention.
“Oh, Harry, are you here for a blowjob too?” Luna asked as her lips came off of the cock in her mouth. She went right back to sucking on it though half a second later.
“No,” Harry shook his head. “We met up with some old friends, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour. Hermione’s just finding a place for us to sit down on the beach now.”
“Does that mean this is over now?” A disappointed-sounding man asked.
“I’m afraid so,” Harry replied.
“Hang on,” the man with his cock in Luna’s mouth grunted. “I’m almost—”
The man’s cock pulsed as he unleashed a flood of cum straight into Luna’s mouth. She sucked on it greedily until the last drop was delivered, and then she pulled back and opened her mouth wide to show off her treat to everyone around before she swallowed it down.
“Sorry everyone,” Luna said with a small smile. “Looks like I’m off the clock now.”
There were quite a few groans of disappointment and frustration, but thankfully the crowd dissipated before Harry had to intervene.
“You might want to get yourself cleaned off in the water,” Harry told Luna as she got to her feet. Her face and chest were completely plastered with cum. She must have been at it for hours to get like this.
“Okay!” Luna exclaimed as she went dashing off. It was cute watching her arse wiggle back and forth as she plodded through the sand and then belly flopped straight into the water. A massive splash of water went up, and Luna dove down underneath and started scrubbing herself clean.
Harry watched in amusement as a few men lingered, hoping that maybe Luna would change her mind and return to them. But they too eventually headed off in search of another woman to watch.
After a few minutes, Luna emerged from the water dripping wet but perfectly clean.
“Where did you say they were setting up again?” Luna asked him as she reached his side.
“I think back on the other side of the beach,” Harry answered.
“Or not,” Luna replied, gesturing over his shoulder.
Harry glanced back to see Hermione, Fleur, and Gabrielle all headed towards them. Once again, the three of them drew a tremendous amount of attention, and this time it wasn’t solely due to Hermione’s beauty and reputation. Men and women alike stared in awe at these three stunning ladies, and more than a few of them looked ready to drop whatever they were doing to try to proposition them.
But Hermione, Fleur, and Gabrielle didn’t have eyes for anyone else besides Harry and Luna.
“This is Luna,” Hermione said to Fleur and Gabrielle as they drew close.
“Hermione’s told us so much about you,” Fleur smiled as she came in for a hug. Luna returned it happily.
“Are you here to join in on the fun?” Luna asked excitedly. “Harry made me stop.”
“In a sense,” Fleur replied evasively, her eyes briefly flickering over onto Harry. “Why don’t we go set up some towels and talk.”
As they headed off in search of an open space to lay down on, Harry turned his head to the side and gave Hermione a curious look. He wondered what was going on and what had taken them so long if they were just going to come over to this end of the beach anyway. All he got was a wink in reply.
When they found a large open section of sand, Hermione opened up her beach bag and pulled out several massive towels to lay down on the sand. The Confundus Charm on the bag prevented anyone else from questioning how such a small bag was able to house so many massive towels.
Just as they got the towels nicely placed, Fleur and Gabrielle flanked Harry on either side.
“It’s been so long since the tournament,” Fleur began, “but I remember it just like it was yesterday.”
“So do I,” Harry replied. He’d long since come to terms with the horrific events of the Third Task. Now, the tournament had a somewhat fonder place in his memory as he chose to focus on remembering the best parts about it.
“Do you remember when I kissed your cheek after you saved Gabrielle from the lake?” Fleur asked with a slight giggle.
“How could I possibly forget that?” Harry laughed along with her. “It’s not every day that you get kissed by a Veela.”
“So it was a special day then?” Fleur smiled.
“You can call it that,” Harry replied.
“Then why don’t we make today special too,” Fleur said before she grabbed Harry’s chin and leaned in for a kiss.
Harry’s eyes stayed open as his and Fleur’s soft lips met. He saw Hermione looking on with smug approval, and he suddenly realised that she must have planned something out with Fleur while he was gone.
“No fair!” Gabrielle pouted. “You said that I’d get him first.”
“The early bird catches the worm,” Fleur teased her sister as she broke off the kiss with Harry.
“Forget this old hag, ‘Arry,” Gabrielle said as she shoved Fleur onto her back and away from Harry. “You saved me from the lake. You’re my hero, not Fleur’s. And I’m long past due giving you your just reward.”
Gabrielle lunged for him then, knocking him onto his back. She straddled his waist, trapping his cock underneath her pussy, which was radiating an incredible amount of warmth. She laid down on him so that her ample breasts were squished up against his chest, and then she started kissing him.
Harry leaned into the kiss easily, happy to let Gabrielle give him her thanks for his actions all those years ago. Back then, he hadn’t known just how beautiful she was bound to become once she was an adult. Because of that, he was quite glad that she never had the chance to thank him before now.
“I owe you quite a bit too,” Fleur said with a sultrily tone as she moved next to Harry and Gabrielle. “You saved my baby sister, and that deserves quite the big reward. If only you’d been older back during the Triwizard Tournament.” She sighed wistfully.
In between kisses with Gabrielle, Harry quickly asked Fleur a question. “What would you have done to me?”
“I would’ve made you a man,” Fleur purred. “I would’ve taken you back to my carriage and worshipped your body until the sun rose again in the morning. I would’ve left you dehydrated yet begging for more. I would’ve given you everything that you could’ve handled and more.”
“Fleur, stop flirting with him,” Gabrielle whined as she grinded against Harry’s rapidly hardening cock.
“He asked me a question,” Fleur replied innocently. “Besides, you’re the one on top of him. If he doesn’t have your full attention, maybe that’s due to your own poor skills.”
Gabrielle’s cheeks turned an angry and embarrassed red. “My skills are not poor!”
“Then show Harry what you can do,” Fleur retorted. “And you’d better leave him satisfied, otherwise I’ll be there to take care of him once you’re too worn out to.”
As the two of them bickered back and forth, Hermione subtly slipped out a little potion for Luna to take to make sure her jaw was fine after sucking off so many men. She downed it in a single gulp and then snuggled up against Hermione and joined her in watching the show.
“Fine!” Gabrielle snapped. “I’ll show Harry just what I can do.”
She raised her hips up to allow Harry’s cock to stand up straight, but her eyes widened when she realised just how high she needed to go. Her knees were practically at a ninety-degree angle when the tip of Harry’s cock finally brushed across her slit.
“Merlin,” Fleur gasped in amazement as she leaned in closer to get a better look at him. “You’re enormous. I can’t believe I didn’t come find you the moment you turned eighteen.”
“He’s quite the stud,” Hermione announced proudly.
“You’ll have to be gentle, Gabrielle,” Fleur warned her. “You’ve only been with a couple men, and they were nothing like Harry.”
“Shut up,” Gabrielle replied defiantly. “I can manage.”
“If you say so,” Fleur said as she sat back to watch the show.
“I’ll just…” Gabrielle bit her lower lip as she started to sink down on him. She was incredibly wet, and her juices clung to Harry’s cock as her hot, tight walls enveloped him. But Gabrielle barely managed to get just the head of Harry’s cock inside of her before she needed to pause.
“Look at how much he’s splitting her open,” Luna murmured to Hermione.
Gabrielle’s labia were stretched out lewdly around Harry’s shaft. Despite looking just like Fleur’s twin, Gabrielle was still noticeably smaller. The top of her head barely reached Harry’s chin while Fleur was up to the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck,” Hermione moaned. “I love seeing him like this.”
“Then let me help you enjoy it even more,” Luna said happily as she slipped down to position herself between Hermione’s thighs.
As Luna began to tease Hermione’s pussy, Gabrielle took a deep breath and started to move again. Each inch that she slid down Harry’s cock seemed to take an immense amount of strength. It was pretty understandable. Harry kept feeling her tense up because of how big he was. Both his girth and length were incredibly impressive, so it was a struggle for her to adjust to him on her first go. Thankfully, Fleur stopped her teasing, at least for now.
Gabrielle let out a deep breath she’d been holding when she finally sank all the way down to the base of Harry’s shaft. She leaned back, pressing her arse down against his thighs. “You feel so big inside of me,” Gabrielle moaned softly, running her hand along her pelvis. Harry could feel the pressure of her fingers against his cock as she felt her way along his entire length.
“Don’t leave him wanting now,” Fleur said playfully as she groped one of her breasts. She was laying on her side seductively, watching the show with eager anticipation in her eyes. “Or I might just have to jump in and take control.”
“His cock is mine,” Gabrielle told her firmly.
“For now,” Fleur smirked.
“I’ll make you forget all about my sister,” Gabrielle said to Harry as she turned her attention back to him. “Just you watch.”
And watch he did. He watched her breasts jump up and down as she started to ride his cock. It took a moment for her to get used to dropping back down onto his cock and having him fill every inch of available space inside of her pussy, but once she got that down, she became much more confident with her movements. She took to riding his cock far faster and easier than he would’ve expected, but then again, she was a Veela.
Harry happily let his hands run along Gabrielle’s thighs as she bounced on his cock. Now that she felt confident, she looked like she was in her element. Her gorgeous hair bounced around her head, and Harry just couldn’t get enough of her perky breasts. And neither could the men and women around them.
In just a couple of minutes, the crowds that had formed around other couples began to migrate over to watch Harry and Gabrielle go at it—though, quite a few also went over to watch Luna eat out Hermione. Men and women alike formed a loose circle around the beach towels and watched or masturbated to the sight of Gabrielle riding Harry’s cock.
If she was perturbed or distracted in any way by their audience, Gabrielle didn’t show it. She rode his cock expertly, and Harry was really starting to get into it. His cock pulsed inside of her, and her walls squeezed him tightly in reply.
Everything was going wonderfully up until Harry’s fingers brushed across Gabrielle’s clit. She suddenly tensed up. Her knees quivered and her pussy became like a vice around Harry’s cock. She nearly pitched forward and collapsed onto his chest if not for her catching herself with her hands.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked in concern.
“Fine,” Gabrielle moaned softly. “You just feel so good. Touch me there again, please.”
Harry did again, and Gabrielle let out the most erotic tremble that he’d ever seen. Her body twisted and twitched in a way that made her stick out her breasts and throw her head back like she was experiencing impossible ecstasy.
She tried to go right back to riding his cock, but it was clear that she was struggling now. Her coordination was becoming poorer, and she wasn’t able to perfectly ride his cock smoothly any more. He brushed the pad of his thumb against her clit again, and that’s when she dropped all the way down onto his cock.
Gabrielle’s legs gave out as she cried out in pleasure. A whimper went out from the crowd that’d formed around them to watch. Harry could feel just how close she was to an orgasm, and if she wasn’t able to ride him any longer, then he was going to take matters into his own hands.
He sat up and wrapped one arm around Gabrielle’s back and placed his other hand against the back of her head. Keeping his cock fully sheathed inside of her incredible pussy, Harry flipped her over onto her back as delicately as he could. He laid her back against the beach towels and braced his hands next to her as he started to thrust into her pussy.
“Harry!” Gabrielle squealed.
Her thighs trembled around him, but Harry didn’t stop fucking her. He wasn’t going as hard or as rough as he did with Hermione or some of the other women he’s fucked, but he did just enough to make Gabrielle’s body jostle around beautifully for everyone to see. A witch like her was built to be fucked by a proper cock like his, and he wanted everyone here to know just what he could do to her.
Gabrielle’s walls fluttered around his cock like mad, growing more and more frantic and wild the more thrusts Harry put into her. Hermione’s moans intermingled with Gabrielle’s as Luna continued her ministrations on her pussy. It turned Harry on even more to know that Hermione was watching him reduce Gabrielle into a quivering mess, and it gave him the power he needed to deliver the last few thrusts to make Gabrielle gush around his cock.
She tried to scream out his name when her orgasm took her, but the word just couldn’t form in her mouth. Instead, she let out a wordless cry of pleasure and thrashed about on the towels as her pussy spasmed around Harry’s cock. He leaned down and kissed her neck, murmuring soft words of encouragement and approval as she came undone on him.
Finally, Gabrielle’s limbs went limp as exhaustion overcame her. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath, and she only let out a soft whimper when Harry pulled his cock out of her heavenly pussy.
“Enough is enough,” Fleur said as she looked back over her shoulder at Harry. She was on all fours just a few steps away with her heart-shaped arse wiggling itself at Harry. Her pink slip was damp with moisture and more than ready for him. “I need you to fuck my brains out.”
“With pleasure,” Harry replied eagerly, leaving the panting Gabrielle to recover. He hadn’t gotten his fill yet, and he was going to be damned if he didn’t cum in one Veela’s pussy today.
He positioned himself right behind Fleur’s perfect arse. A gorgeous couple stood right in front of them, watching as Harry’s cock slowly sank into Fleur’s furnace of a pussy. The woman was rubbing her thighs back and forth while her partner squeezed one of her breasts. His cock was rock hard, and the woman started to stroke him gently to the sight of Harry filling up every inch of Fleur’s pussy.
“You want me to be rough, do you?” Harry murmured huskily into Fleur’s ear.
“I don’t want it; I need it,” Fleur corrected him as she squeezed her walls tightly around his cock.
“Then try not to fall over,” Harry said as he grabbed onto her hips.
Harry started at a brutal pace, sensing that Fleur would truly be able to handle it. And handle it she did. Though the beautiful French witch was extremely boastful, she rarely undersold her skills. She took Harry’s cock as well as Hermione did after being together for over a year now, and she looked gorgeous doing it.
Fleur’s arsecheeks rippled each time Harry’s hips hit her. Her back was perfectly arched, and she rocked her body back and forth in time with his thrusts to help absorb the force of them. But most importantly, she moaned like Harry imagined a goddess would. It sounded so ethereal and elegant in his ear, like she was tasting the most divine chocolate rather than getting fucked on a beach in front of a crowd.
By now, a few men had cum from the sights on display before then, but a few women started to break down from their orgasms too. A pair of young women off to Harry’s left suddenly collapsed onto the sand as they furiously rubbed their clits, both gasping as their own pleasure overtook their minds.
Hermione sounded like she was having the time of her life too. Harry spared a glance back at her and saw her holding Luna’s head in place in between her thighs as her body rocked back and forth from the pleasure she was experiencing. Despite Luna being the one to directly bring her pleasure, her eyes were locked onto Harry and his rough treatment of Fleur’s pussy. Her smouldering eyes met his, and Harry saw the intense love and lust intermingling in there for him.
He desperately wanted to give her a show she’d remember.
“Merlin, you fuck well,” Fleur groaned as she lowered her chest down to the towels. She kept her arse up in the air but rested her head on her arms as she glanced back at Harry.
“A good partner brings out the best in me,” Harry grunted as he slammed his cock all the way into Fleur’s pussy. He gave her arse a playful spank as he filled her up, and then he went right back to thrusting back and forth inside of her.
“Flatterer,” Fleur giggled, but her giggle turned into a moan when Harry’s balls smacked off of her clit. Her moan only grew in intensity the next time Harry filled her back up again. Her face suddenly lost its elegant look for something baser, more animalistic. She looked so unbelievably horny as she started to pant, and her pussy squeezed him wonderfully.
When Harry shifted his knees to re-stabilise himself, he realised on his next thrust into Fleur’s pussy that this change in angle caused him to hit a special spot inside of her pussy. He saw the way she tensed up just as Gabrielle had when his thumb had touched her clit, and her reaction repeated on his next thrust into her.
A grin slowly formed across Harry’s lips as he realised that he was going to make two Veela cum today. His fingers dug into Fleur’s hips harder as he really started to fuck her with everything he had. Her sweet pussy was fluttering around him so needfully that he couldn’t deny her what she wanted any longer. He was going to give her everything that he had, and he knew that he’d have her cumming on his cock in no time at all.
“You are a beast, ‘Arry,” Fleur groaned in pleasure. “Fuck me! Fuck me like it’s our last day in the world!”
Harry did exactly that. He rammed his cock into her tight pussy again and again, leaving both of them breathless and overwhelmed. Neither of them were willing to slow down or stop though.
Fleur started pushing her arse back to meet Harry’s forward thrusts, making the collision of their bodies even louder than before. Hermione’s moans grew louder in time with theirs, and Harry desperately wanted her to see his cum dripping out of Fleur’s Veela pussy.
He held on for as long as he could. His thrusts became more erratic the closer to the edge he got, but he could feel Fleur coming undone as well. She was losing all control of herself other than her indomitable will to keep her arse up in the air so that Harry could keep fucking her.
“I’m—” Harry started to warn Fleur, but her cry of pleasure drowned out his words.
“Harry!” Fleur screamed as she came around his cock.
Harry slammed forward and unleashed a torrent of cum straight into Fleur’s womb. Her walls spasmed around him, helping to pump his cum deep into her pussy. Harry could do little more than sit there frozen in place and groan as Fleur’s pussy milked every last drop of cum out of his cock.
When the pleasure faded, Harry fell back on his arse, making his thick cock slide out of Fleur’s pussy. The French witch stayed in place, gasping for air. It only took a second for the first sign of his cum to reach the exit out of her pussy.
Harry turned around just in time to watch as Hermione’s orgasm took over her. Her eyes were glued to the sight of Harry’s cum dripping out of Fleur’s pussy.
He hoped she felt the same things he felt when he saw another man cum inside of her. Lust, desire, jealousy, love. All of these emotions helped to strengthen his bond with Hermione and bring him even closer to her.
“I love you, Hermione,” Harry murmured softly to himself as he watched her face fill with pleasure.
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Alatoic
The Delacour sisters are always a delight to read about them.
