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February 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Victoire & Harry/Hermione - For the Love of Harry Potter
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 16:59:00 +0000 UTCAN: All characters are over the age of eighteen at the time of this story.
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It had been a good final school year at Hogwarts. Victoire Weasley had graduated with eight N.E.W.T.s. Even though the scores hadn’t been released yet, she was certain that she’d gotten them all. Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration had been by far the easiest ones for her given her talent with a wand, and Potions, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Herbology weren’t far behind in terms of her competency. True to their name, the exams had been nastily exhausting, but Victoire had celebrated with a lengthy stay in her Head Girl dorm where she could relax in peace and have the house-elves deliver food to her.
Her eighteenth birthday had come and gone a month before the exam period, right when she’d been in the depths of her studies. She’d gotten countless gifts from her family, but there was truly only one gift that she wanted. It was something that she’d dreamt of for a long time, and now that she was a grown woman with countless career options open to her, it was time for her to make her move.
Her gift would be the love of Harry Potter.
The magnificent, handsome wizard had been a small part of Victoire’s life for as long as she could remember. He was often away from England on missions to various countries throughout the world to help with dark witch and wizard problems, but she usually saw him every couple of years at a Weasley-family celebration. He’d always come with a small gift for her, and she’d kept them all throughout the years.
It wasn’t until her Veela powers began to flourish in her mid-teens that she realised that the attraction she’d felt towards Harry all her life was something deeper. He wasn’t just a close family friend; he was destined to be her mate.
She’d long been dreaming of the day that she could finally present herself wholeheartedly to Harry. And today was going to be that day.
“Victoire?” Fleur, her mother, called up from downstairs. “Are you almost ready to leave? Your grandmother doesn’t want anyone to be late.”
Indeed she was. She had been for quite some time now, but she’d spent too long scrutinising every last detail of herself in the mirror. Her silvery-blond hair was pinned up casually with a few stray locks framing her face. Her yellow robes were simple but surprisingly elegant for a simple family get-together. It clung to her curves seductively, but they didn’t so much as reveal a hint of cleavage, so it wasn’t like her mum could tell her to go change. However, the real important detail was that they hid what was underneath.
Victoire had gone back and forth countless times on what type of lingerie Harry would like best. In the end, she settled on a classic, semi-sheer, white bodysuit. Two thin straps ran over her shoulders and down to the plunging neckline that nearly reached her bellybutton. Her ample breasts were caressed by the soft fabric, which just barely allowed the outline of her pink areolas to be seen. The bodysuit continued down to her waist, ending with a frilled hem that sat just above her hips. The panties were attached to the suit, covering her freshly-shaved pussy. A little bow sat just above her pubic mound, which would cause the entire outfit to magically unravel off of her body when it was pulled.
She really did have to thank her Aunt Gabrielle for taking her out shopping in the magical districts of France this past Christmas break. The outfits and sexy lingerie that she’d managed to get there were sure to leave Harry absolutely blown away.
“I’m coming!” She called back.
Giving one last twirl in front of the mirror, Victoire grabbed her wand and headed downstairs to find that her family was already waiting for her by the fireplace.
Bill, her father, let out an exasperated sigh. “Finally.”
“Sorry,” Victoire smiled at him the way she always did to get out of any real trouble. “I just couldn’t get my makeup quite right.”
“It’s okay,” he replied. “We’re still early enough that mum won’t be upset. I just hope that we aren’t the last ones to arrive.”
“It’ll be fine, dear,” Fleur said as she placed a hand on his chest. “Let’s just get going.”
Fleur and Bill each took one of Victoire’s younger siblings’, Dominique and Louis, hands into their own and apparated away, giving Victoire one last moment alone.
“You’ve got this,” she murmured to herself. “By the end of the night, Harry Potter will be yours.”
She turned on her heels and apparated right into the Burrow’s front garden. Her parents and siblings were just a few feet away, opening the door into the chaotic Weasley household.
“There they are!” A voice shouted excitedly from within.
Victoire cringed upon hearing her Uncle Ron’s voice. He already sounded like he’d had one too many whiskeys today, and it wasn’t even supper yet. What was worse was that when he was drunk, he struggled to contain himself around Veela. She distinctly remembered one year when she was ten or so when he’d made a pass at her mum over supper, and her mum had smacked Ron hard enough across the face to knock him out of his seat. Thankfully, Victoire had never been on the receiving end of his affections… yet.
The Burrow was alive with laughter and jubilation as Victoire and her family entered. Molly was busy working away in the kitchen, but that didn’t prevent her from quickly bustling over to give everyone a welcomed hug. Arthur was seated at the table with Percy and his wife Audrey, George and Angelina, Ron, and Ginny. All of Victoire’s cousins seemed to be playing in the living room nearby.
“Congratulations again on graduating from Hogwarts,” Molly told Victoire as she tried to squeeze the life out of her. “You looked so beautiful on your graduation day.”
“Thanks,” Victoire smiled and hugged her back. “Everything smells so wonderful in here.”
“It’d better after all the work I’ve put into it,” Molly laughed lightly. “And some missing guests better get here soon.”
“Hermione said she’d be here in a bit,” Ron commented as he refilled his glass of whiskey. “Something about work or whatever that she needed to get done first.”
“And what about Harry?” Victoire asked curiously.
Everyone around her seemed to shrug or look around to see if anyone else knew the answer.
“He got back from his trip to Brazil last week,” George said. “I told him the time of this supper when he stopped by my shop a few days ago. He said that he’d be free all day.”
“I haven’t seen him at the Ministry at all,” Percy added. “So, he’s probably still relaxing at home.”
“I could go check in on him,” Victoire suggested, perhaps a little too quickly. The prospect of getting Harry alone all to herself was just too tempting to let pass by.
“We’d appreciate that, dear,” Molly smiled warmly at her. “You can use the floo to get to his house.”
Given his fame, Harry had an extensive set of wards around his home. Victoire had only ever been there two or three times in her life. Apparently, he’d hired a team to build him a small French-style country house in the countryside after he’d fallen in love with Victoire’s other grandparents' home in France. The only safe way to access it was by floo if you were keyed into his wards or through one of his personally-made portkeys.
“Great,” Victoire beamed. “Hopefully it won’t take too long to get him back here. Maybe push back dinner a few minutes though in case he’s in the middle of something.”
“Don’t worry. No one will be eating until everyone’s here,” Molly replied, which led to Ron letting out a very loud groan of frustration.
Victoire had to stop herself from dancing over to the floo in her excitement. This was finally going to be her chance to win Harry over.
The flames licked at the hem of her robes as she was whisked away, being uncomfortably squeezed as she travelled the great distance over to Harry’s home. She stepped out of the fireplace with an elegance and grace that few could match and quickly glanced around the entry hall.
“Harry?” She called out.
No reply came.
She made her way to the kitchen and found it empty, then to the living room with the same result. She peered out into the back garden where a professional-grade Quidditch pitch had been built, but he wasn’t there either.
Frowning to herself, she wondered if he might be asleep.
Victoire climbed the staircase to the upper floor and searched around. She didn’t quite know where his bedroom was, so she had to keep opening doors and peeking inside. Eventually though, she turned a corner into a short corridor that had a lone set of double doors at the far end.
This had to be it! Victoire straightened her robes, put a brilliant smile on her lips and headed for the door.
“Harry?” She called out as she got close. “Are you in there?”
She turned the handle, and the moment the door opened a fraction of a millimetre, she was blasted with a feral, feminine moan of pleasure followed by the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Victoire’s jaw literally hung open when she yanked open the door the rest of the way and saw Harry fucking her Aunt Hermione on the bed. Hermione was on her knees with her face buried in the bed sheets while Harry was pounding away into her swollen pussy with a cock that looked so thick that Victoire could scarcely believe it. Even her toys weren’t as big as him!
“Oh, fuck, Harry!” Hermione squealed as her hands balled into fists, filled with the crumpled bed sheet beneath her. “You feel so fucking good!”
Harry replied by spanking her arse hard with that cocky grin of his on his lips. Watching him fuck Hermione like this was turning Victoire on more than she could possibly imagine, and it was pissing her off something fierce.
How dare he fuck someone other than her?
Fleur had always told Victoire that she had inherited her temper when things didn’t go her way, and it showed in the way that Victoire slammed Harry’s bedroom door shut and stormed off. All thoughts of trying to seduce him tonight fled her mind. The stupid lingerie and pretty robes of hers were worthless now, and she was going to make Harry pay for this one way or the other.
She barely considered the consequences of her actions when she took the floo back to the Burrow.
“Is Harry on his way?” Molly asked as soon as she reappeared.
“I couldn’t find him,” Victoire muttered bitterly as she left the room and hurried outside. If she had stayed there, she feared that she'd have accidentally set something ablaze with all of the rage that filled her.
What the hell did he see in Hermione anyways? She was old! He could have a perfectly fit eighteen-year-old witch riding his cock but he chose to fuck that bitch instead. Victoire knew for a fact that she’d be a million times better in bed than anyone else he could shag.
Even thinking this, Victoire couldn’t deny the fact that Hermione was incredibly fit. She was nearly forty years old yet still looked like she was in her late twenties thanks to magic. She didn’t have an ounce of unnecessary fat on her body, and her arse had been nice and jiggly when Harry’s hips had smacked off of it. But as these thoughts ran through her mind, Victoire only found herself getting more and more angry.
Victoire stormed around the back garden until she heard the call for supper. She reluctantly returned, knowing that if she didn’t, she’d have to suffer an inquest as to why she wasn’t there.
She sat down at the table, barely looking up or acknowledging anyone until she heard Hermione laugh. Her eyes snapped up to her face and found it flushed but otherwise devoid of any signs that Harry had just shagged her brains out.
And then there was Harry. He was sitting right next to George, laughing away as well at whatever joke her uncle had just told the table. His eyes briefly found Victoire’s. She hoped that he could see her anger.
When Molly brought out a massive cake to celebrate Victoire’s graduation and belated birthday, everyone cheered, even Harry and Hermione. This time, Victoire forced herself to put on a smile, if only because she was the centre of attention.
The cake tasted like nothing in her mouth, just a moist lump of fuel she ate far slower than usual.
When the dinner came to a close and everyone headed outside for a friendly game of Quidditch, Victoire begged off despite normally loving to play beater alongside George.
“Are you okay?” Fleur asked with concern in her voice when she found Victoire sulking against her grandfather’s shed.
“I’m fine,” Victoire lied, barely putting in any effort into masking her anger.
Fleur sat down next to her, watching as Harry pulled off a perfect Wronski Feint to nearly trick Ginny into crashing into the pitch. He made his every movement up on a broomstick look so smooth and easy. Victoire had enjoyed more than one dream about what she and Harry could get up to atop his broom in the open air.
“Are you upset because you found out about Harry and Hermione?” Fleur prompted Victoire.
“You knew about them?” Victoire asked in surprise, her hair nearly coming undone with how quickly she whipped her head around to look at her mother.
“It’ll be easier to notice once you get used to your Veela senses,” Fleur remarked. “You can pick up on little sexual cues about other people, like when they’ve recently had sex, who they’ve had sex with, and even who they’re fantasising about.”
Those last few words were said quite pointedly, and Victoire couldn’t help but blush a touch.
“Am I really that obvious?”
“Not to anyone except those who have seen what it’s like when a Veela finds a mate they want to pursue,” Fleur said with amusement. “Your father and I both noticed it a couple of years ago.”
Victoire groaned into her hands. She could handle her mother knowing about her infatuation with Harry, but her father knowing about it too was an entirely different story.
“It’s alright,” Fleur laughed lightly. “I helped explain to him that it’s a much more primal sensation with Veela. You can’t help who your magic falls for, and it’d be cruel to ask you to suppress your urges. He’s come around to the idea. At the very least, he knows that Harry’s an upstanding man who wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”
“I’d rather him not know about who I’m interested in,” Victoire muttered.
“It’s too late for that now,” Fleur replied. “Just know that he approves of your choice and let’s leave it at that.”
Victoire sucked in a deep breath before exhaling. “Does Uncle Ron know about what his wife is up to?”
“No, and I’ll trust you not to say anything either,” Fleur told her. “Ron has been… is a difficult man. Were it easy for Hermione to simply divorce him and move on with her life, I think she’d have done so long ago, but she doesn’t want to ruin our extended-family’s dynamic. Besides, Ron’s been cheating on her long before Hermione and Harry became an item.”
“Really?” Victoire asked in surprise. With how much weight Ron had put on and how he was drunk all the time, she couldn’t imagine the type of witch who’d be interested in him.
“He’s been visiting prostitutes in Knockturn Alley and the muggle areas of London for years now,” Fleur revealed. “Coupling that with his gambling and drinking addictions, he hasn’t been a fair husband to Hermione. She tried to get him help for years, but she gave up a long time ago.”
“How long have she and Harry been having their secret flings?” Victoire asked.
“A few years now,” Fleur replied. “I think it started when you were in the middle of your third year at Hogwarts.”
How was she supposed to compete with a woman he’d been with for years now?
“Do they…” Victoire began to ask, her voice thick with pained emotion. “Do they love each other? Would they…”
“They’re friends and lovers,” Fleur said. “I think that if they truly loved each other as equal partners, Hermione would’ve actually divorced Ron and married Harry by now instead. I know for a fact that Harry isn’t exclusive with Hermione, nor is she with him.”
“So, there’s still a chance I could win him over?” Victoire asked hopefully.
Fleur smiled at Victoire and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I think there is. You just have to be confident about it. Remember, you’re a Veela. And we take what we want.”
Indeed they did.
Victoire nodded her head in understanding and took a few more deep breaths. “Can you tell everyone that I’m staying over at a friend's house tonight? Maybe Sasha’s?”
“Of course,” Fleur chuckled. “I hope you have a good time, sweetie.”
Fleur got up and left then, and Victoire stood as well. She had a plan to enact. Today was going to end in ruins like she’d feared; she was going to make her birthday wish come true.
No one noticed her as she crept back into the Burrow and headed straight for the floo. She stepped into the flames and was whisked away right back to Harry’s home and marched straight up to his bedroom. The bedsheets had been cleaned or changed, which was for the best as Victoire had planned to do it herself anyways.
Victoire sat on the edge of the bed and waited. It wouldn’t be long before Ron either fell off of his broom or passed out from drinking, which meant that the celebration was over. Her mum would cover for her, and then it was a simple matter of waiting for Harry to get back home.
She took the time to freshen herself up a bit. She used a simple cleaning charm to wipe away any grime and sweat that’d accumulated on her body since she’d first gotten ready and even conjured an extra set of towels for the adjoined bathroom afterwards.
Victoire had nearly fallen asleep by the time that she heard some footsteps coming down the corridor. She’d left one of the doors deliberately ajar so as to hear him when he came home.
“Hello, Victoire,” Harry said smoothly as he stepped inside, not a single hint of surprise in his voice.
Victoire chuckled, realising that she’d forgotten something obvious. “The wards alerted you that I showed up here, didn’t they?”
“And when you did before too,” Harry admitted bluntly.
Victoire’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “So, you knew that I’d catch you and Hermione fucking?”
“I figured it was only a matter of time,” Harry shrugged. “After your mum made a few comments about how Veela identifies their mates, I made the connection with you.”
A spark of fury filled Victoire’s chest. “And you decided to humiliate me by letting me see you fuck someone else, is that it?”
“Quite the contrary,” Harry said soothingly as he took another step closer to her. “I wanted you to see a taste of what you’re in for if you were really serious about me. I’m not exactly a one-woman sort of man when it comes to the bedroom. I haven’t ever been able to find anyone who can keep up with my stamina. It’s just a reality of what you’ll have to live with if you want to be with me, not that it can’t be incredibly fun and pleasurable for you too. I surprised Hermione on her birthday with her old dormmates in bed with us, and she certainly loved it.”
“I’m not doing this just to be another one of your fuck buddies,” Victoire spat at him, surprised at how much of her anger she was letting out.
“And you won’t be,” Harry replied. “If I find that we’re a good match outside of the bedroom too, and if you can prove yourself inside of it.”
Victoire stood up off of the bed and practically ripped her robes off of her body. Her body beneath the semi-sheer bodysuit was enticing enough to draw Harry’s eyes to it instantly. The material felt silky beneath Victoire’s fingers as she ran her hands along her delectable figure.
“My body is perfect,” Victoire declared confidently. “It’s you who has to prove yourself to me.”
Harry chuckled, which infuriated Victoire even more. “We’ll see about that. Now, if you’re actually serious about this, why don’t you get down on your knees and suck my cock.”
The gall of him to ask that of her when he should be the one begging to have a touch of her body sent a flare of magic out from her body. Books on a shelf rattled, and the lamp at Harry’s bedside turned on by itself. But rather than back down, Victoire decided that she was going to give it her all and make Harry beg for more.
She had no problem dropping to her knees in front of Harry. Despite having never been with anyone else before, Victoire had gotten plenty of practice with her toys, and her Veela instincts helped to direct her on what to do.
With a flick of her wrist, Victoire showed off her wandless-magic skills by having Harry’s clothes magically pull themselves off of his body. He looked a little surprised and flustered as his robes were yanked up over his head, messing up his hair, which made Victoire smirk up at him.
Harry’s flaccid cock didn’t stay that way for long when Victoire placed her lips to his shaft. She managed the perfect pouty kiss with her tongue dancing out between her lips to start lubricating his shaft. As he started to grow in size, Victoire realised that she was going to need a lot more saliva than she had right now. Harry’s cock looked even more massive up close, and it wasn’t even finished growing yet.
“It’s okay if you can’t take it all at once,” Harry told her calmly, but Victoire picked up the challenge behind his words.
She narrowed her eyes up at him. “And it’s okay if you cum too quickly and need a break before we continue. I know that older men sometimes have that problem.”
Harry laughed heartily. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you. I’ve never fucked a Veela before. Now, get your pretty mouth to work warming up my cock.”
Victoire parted her lips and let out her most seductive moan as she engulfed the tip of his cock with her warm, damp mouth. She focused carefully on the head for the first several seconds, ensuring that her teeth weren’t grating against this monstrous cock that was filling her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him expertly, tasting every inch of him and getting him nice and lubricated.
“Not a bad start,” Harry commented from above her. “Maybe a little slow, but I guess I’m just used to women knowing what I want rather than having to train a new one.”
She glared up at him as she started to bob her head up and down his shaft. His thick cock was stretching her lips out lewdly and already beginning to strain her jaw, but she wasn’t going to give up. She pushed herself forward until his cock hit the back of her throat, and then she took him even deeper until he slipped into her throat.
“Ah, that’s it,” Harry sighed contently. “You’re a better cocksucker than I imagined.”
And she wasn’t even done yet. Victoire took him deeper and deeper until there was nowhere else for her to go. Her nose was buried in his neatly-trimmed pubic hair, and his balls were resting against her chin. It was then that she slurped loudly, stopping any saliva from slipping out past her lips as she worked her way back towards the head of his cock.
From there, Victoire worked at a steady pace as she took Harry’s cock down her throat again and again. Pleasant shivers ran down her spine as she realised just how good it felt to suck Harry’s cock; it was a sign that he truly was the one for her as her magic was responding to him in just the right way.
But as good as she felt that she was doing, Harry evidently disagreed. He suddenly grabbed her head and stared down into her eyes.
“You’ve done alright so far, but now I have to see if you can handle my pace,” he told her. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, and if you can last for at least a couple of minutes, then we’ll move onto the next step.”
Victoire was never one to back down from a challenge. She simply moaned around his cock again in a gesture to tell him to get onto it.
And get onto it he did.
Victoire had to force her body to relax as she struggled not to choke around his thick cock as it slammed down her throat again and again. Saliva started dripping down her chin freely as he fucked her mouth roughly, staining her gorgeous bodysuit. His hips were pumping back and forth so quickly that it was impossible for Victoire to keep up with him. She was just like a toy being used for his amusement. Still, she stared up at Harry defiantly, showing that she wasn’t going to break no matter what he did. She could handle his cock in any way that he wanted her to, and when she proved that, he would have to become hers.
But that defiance faltered slightly when she first gagged around his cock. It was something that she didn’t even know that she could do; none of her toys had made her gag around them before. His cock was just too much to handle, but he didn’t let up in the slightest.
“Most can’t last more than a few seconds,” Harry groaned as his hips hammered forward. “Let’s see how long you can go before you need air.”
Victoire tried as hard as she could, but Harry’s cock was too much. That thick piece of meat was filling her tight throat completely, and he never gave her a chance to relax until she finally tapped out on her thigh.
When Harry pulled his hips back and his cock slipped out past her lips, Victoire collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
“Just under a minute,” Harry tsked at her. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to impress me.”
“Do it again,” Victoire said breathlessly as she pushed herself up, wiping the saliva from around her mouth. “I’ll last longer this time.”
Harry hummed as he looked at her before he shook his head. “We can try again next time, if there is a next time. For now, I want to see if your pussy can handle my cock.”
Victoire was sure it could, but seeing his girth up close had given her some slight doubts that danced in the back of her mind. Still, she excitedly leapt to her feet and reached up to the straps of her bodysuit.
“You’d better keep a memory of this,” Victoire told him. “There’s only one time a man gets to see a Veela naked for the first time.”
Harry’s gaze felt like the warm sun on Victoire’s skin. It made her body tingle from head to toe as she saw the lust in his eyes when she let the straps fall past her shoulders and more of her skin became uncovered. When her breasts popped out into view, she swore that she heard him suck in a quick breath excitedly. That little hit of dopamine in her mind made her smirk at him before turning around and bending over to let him see her perfect arse. She just managed to get the panties down to her thighs when she was suddenly shoved onto the bed roughly and she felt Harry’s cock resting against her backside.
“Eager are we?” Victoire said teasingly. “I can’t blame you.”
Harry’s voice sounded deeper when he spoke again. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name. If you manage to make me cum, then I’ll give you a real chance to make me your mate. If you don’t, then you’ll have to try again another day. Deal?”
“Deal,” Victoire agreed readily. “Now, are you going to fuck me or—”
An unexpected squeal left her throat as Harry’s cock pushed past her lower lips. It was so sudden that Victoire hadn’t been prepared to feel her pussy get stretched so much around his thick shaft, but her body acclimated almost instantly. A Veela’s pussy was magical in that it could handle any sized cock that you sent its way, but that didn’t necessarily make it easy. Her pussy adjusted to his girth just to the point that she still felt like a tight virgin wrapped around his cock.
Harry’s hands grasped her wrists and yanked her arms back hard, forcing her head and chest to lift up off of the bed as he rammed into her pussy with lightning-fast speed. Victoire didn’t even had a moment to try to get used to the breakneck pace of getting fucked by Harry before she felt an intense burst of heat coming from deep within her core. She recognised the impending orgasm for what it was, and as Harry filled her up again, she screamed as she came around his cock.
“Already?” He chuckled, not stopping fucking her even as her walls spasmed around his cock. Victoire had no idea how he was managing such composure when a Veela was cumming. When her Veela powers finally began to unlock, her mum had warned her that when a Veela orgasms, it could send their mate into an orgasm of their own or simply overload their entire being with pleasure. The fact that Harry didn’t seem fazed in the slightest was mind boggling and slightly terrifying. If he could handle this, would she even be able to last before he finally came?
Victoire desperately wanted to say something back to him, something that would reassert her own confidence and control over the situation, but nothing but moans escaped her lips as her body started to come down from the overwhelming high of her first orgasm.
The fleshy sounds of Harry’s hips smacking off of her arse rang out through the room loudly, timing with each little burst of pleasure from Victoire. It felt like he was literally fucking the air out of her lungs. His cock was so thick and long that she could still barely believe that all of it could fit inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Harry grunted, sending a flare of pride throughout Victoire. “I should’ve fucked a Veela years ago.”
No, he shouldn’t have, because then Victoire wouldn’t have him now. She was resolute in the fact that she was the perfect woman for him. She just needed to hang on and…
Victoire’s moans turned into whimpers as she felt that familiar heat starting to build up again at a rate that was far faster than normal. She tried to make her walls clamp down around Harry’s cock to make him slow down for just a moment, but he just groaned in pleasure and kept pounding into her roughly.
“If you’re going to cum, just do it,” he told her in that husky voice of his. “No sense in putting it off.”
No, there wasn’t.
The moment Victoire let herself go, she screamed Harry’s name to the heavens above. He yanked her arms backwards until his muscular chest collided with her back. Then, his hands came around and groped her breasts roughly as he lifted her up into the air with only his cock still deep inside of her spasming pussy.
“Do you still feel like you can keep up?” He asked her. Victoire could hear the victorious smirk in his voice, but there was no way she was going to let him win.
“Let me go on top,” she managed to muster out.
Harry considered the idea for several moments before relenting. He climbed atop the bed and laid back down. Then, he spun Victoire around on his cock so that she was facing him.
Victoire’s pussy still felt so sensitive after two orgasms back to back, but this was her only hope of getting a chance of making him cum. With her on top, she was in complete control, and she’d put on a show for him that was bound to make him cum.
Smiling seductively, she placed her hands down on his chest, coincidentally squeezing her breasts together between her arms. Then, she planted the soles of her feet firmly down on the bed and started to bounce on his cock.
His hot, throbbing cock was unlike any toy Victoire had tried out before. Even the magically-realistic ones paled in comparison to the real thing. She was able to ride all the way up until just the head of his cock was still inside of her swollen pussy without issue, but when she slammed back down onto him, it was like she was seeing stars from how damned good it felt. His cock filled her up unlike anyone else’s could, and it felt like it was melting her brain.
“Look at you,” Harry whistled lowly as he grabbed her arse in his hands. “Normally, one orgasm is enough to knock out one of my new girls. Two is up there with the best of them, and only a couple have managed to make it to three.”
“How many did Hermione get to?” Victoire asked between pants and moans.
“Five before she was knocked out into what she called an orgasm coma,” Harry chuckled. “It really was a sight to behold.”
Five orgasms. She could handle five, couldn’t she?
The thought would’ve seemed far less daunting at the start of this, but her orgasms with Harry were beyond any others she’d had in her life.
“Are you saying that none of them made you cum?” Victoire managed to ask before her moans returned. Talking while riding his cock was proving to be something of a challenge.
“I came at the same time as Hermione’s fifth orgasm,” Harry answered. “Trying to make this a competition?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Then show me what you can do.”
Victoire did. She pulled out every trick in the book she had. She’d practiced her sexy looks in the mirror when she rode her toys, and each one was bound to be enough to make a normal man cream in his pants, but Harry seemed to just relish her looks while playing with her arse cheeks. Even bouncing on his cock harder and faster than anything else she’d ever ridden in her life wasn’t enough.
Although she didn’t feel herself slowing down, she did feel her third orgasm building inside of her. It was frustrating to know that she still hadn’t made Harry cum yet, but the pleasure offset the sting somewhat.
“Fuck!” Victoire shouted half in frustration and half in delight as she came atop of Harry’s cock. Her thighs were shaking like mad as she slammed all the way back down onto his cock, almost as much as her inner walls were trembling around his shaft.
“My turn again,” Harry said before her orgasm was even close to being done.
Victoire couldn’t do anything as Harry flipped her onto her back and went right back to pounding inside of her pussy. His hips went back to their piston-like nature as he slammed down into her again and again. It was all too much.
If anyone had told Victoire before today that there was such a thing as pleasure overload, she would’ve laughed in their faces. For a Veela, there was nothing of the sort, but Harry was proving her wrong at this very moment. His cock was doing things to her that seemed impossible, and just as her third orgasm was ending, her fourth was already building back up.
“No,” Victoire whined breathlessly. “It’s not fair. How haven’t you cum yet?”
Harry grinned down at her. “It takes a special talent to make me cum.”
She needed to do it! She needed to make him cum! It was the only way he was going to become hers!
But even as the thought tried to rally Victoire’s resolve, her body simply couldn’t handle it. She came around Harry’s cock again for the fourth and final time, because when the sensation finally ended, she knew that she couldn’t handle anymore. Her entire body sagged with exhaustion, unable to keep itself going any longer.
Harry evidently realised what had happened because he waited until her orgasm finished and then pulled out of her pussy.
“Close,” he offered in consolation. “After Hermione’s first attempt, I can definitely say that you came the closest to making me cum.”
Victoire couldn’t even muster up the energy to say anything. She felt her eyes drooping closed as the door to the bedroom opened.
“That was fucking hot,” Hermione said as she entered, completely naked. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
“That’s because you don’t get to watch us fuck from a third-person perspective,” Harry chuckled as he walked over to her and slapped her arse hard. “Maybe we should get a Pensieve and fuck inside of it while we watch a past memory of us together.”
“What a wonderful idea,” Hermione purred. “But that’ll take time, and right now it looks like you’re close to bursting. Want me to finish you off?”
“Please,” Harry said, moaning happily as Hermione dropped to her knees in front of him and started deepthroating his cock with ease.
“Next… time…” Victoire finally managed to get out.
“You’ll do better,” Harry finished for her with a cocky smirk. “Maybe it’ll even be true. I’ll tell Fleur that you’ll be delayed a couple of days coming home. Then we can see what you’re really made of.”
Victoire passed out, too tired to do anything more than repeat her mantra within her mind.
Harry Potter will become hers.
