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March 2023 Poll Winner - Harry/Victoire - Graduation Present
🕑 Added 2023-03-31 15:59:02 +0000 UTCShell Cottage looked just as Harry remembered it when he first visited here during the war so many years ago. It was a beautifully tiny cottage overlooking the sea that sat alone, far away from civilization. The salty air filled his lungs and the constant crashing of the waves along the shoreline rang in his ears. Peace was always easy to come by here, which was why he was so surprised at the panicked floo call he’d received from Fleur Weasley barely fifteen minutes ago.
She’d called him in a tizzy early this morning, muttering to herself in French as she waited for him to get over to the fireplace. When he finally answered her, she’d asked if he could come over right away for a very important discussion. Fearing the worst, Harry quickly dressed and apparated over.
Before Harry could even knock, the front door flew open. “Oh, Harry, thank you for coming so quickly!” Fleur gushed as she pulled him into a quick hug.
“Anytime Fleur,” Harry replied as he pulled back. Just like Shell Cottage, Fleur barely seemed to have aged either. She still looked like she was in her mid-twenties despite being in her early forties. She was tall and lithe, much like her sister Gabrielle, and had the most beautiful silver-blonde hair Harry had ever seen. Her blue eyes were the exact same shade as the waters behind the cottage, and her fair skin resembled the sun-bleached stone down by the shore. Back when he first saw her, Harry remembered thinking that Fleur was the most gorgeous witch he’d ever laid his eyes on. While that still might be true, he’d come to see her as a good friend instead. She was, after all, married to Bill Weasley, Ron’s eldest brother. “Is something wrong?” Harry asked.
“Yes,” Fleur huffed, blowing several strands of hair away from her face. “Please, come in and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Thanks,” Harry smiled as he stepped through the threshold.
Although the exterior of Shell Cottage didn’t look like it’d changed in years, the inside absolutely had. The tiny cottage didn’t naturally have enough space to accommodate a growing family, so, after she became pregnant with her first daughter, Fleur and Bill had started to layer space-expansion enchantments on their home. Enchantments of that sort were notoriously very dangerous, especially if you planned on spending any time inside of them, but Fleur and Bill weren’t going to risk their families lives without multiple failsafes in place. They created a cascading ward that, if any part of it failed, would whisk them all to safety.
Shells still covered the whitewashed walls inside of the cottage, but the combined kitchen and dining room were much larger. The living room was expanded to accommodate the large, extended Weasley family; a library was added for Fleur and Bill’s many books on wards and enchantments; and additional bedrooms were added on the main floor for guests. To fit so much into such a tiny space was a marvel in and of itself, but it really was the fact that Fleur and Bill had managed it without any outside aid that was truly the impressive feat.
Fleur whisked into the kitchen with a comfortable familiarity as she weaved in between bubbling cauldrons. Harry could see that several of them were filled with potions, some familiar and some too esoteric for him to recognize, while the rest were filled with stews, sauces, and soups.
“Planning on feeding an army?” Harry joked as he moved over to the kitchen table to take a seat.
“You wouldn’t believe how much food we Veela can eat, especially at the peak of our maturity,” Fleur laughed as she collected a few tiny sandwiches onto a tray alongside a kettle of boiling water and a couple of mugs. Moving smoothly, Fleur levitated the tray behind herself and set the kettle to dispense water into the two mugs. She came and sat down across from Harry, levitating a mug over to him before taking one herself.
Harry dropped a bag of tea into his mug. Fleur had never grown used to the tea drinking ways here in England. He noted, with some amusement, that she still spooned her instant coffee into her mug only after adding a heaping spoonful of sugar into it.
Fleur let out a long sigh as she sipped her coffee. “The kids are coming home from Hogwarts today.”
“I know,” Harry smiled. Though he still lacked any of his own, that had never stopped him from waiting for the Hogwarts Express with all of the Weasleys for their children to return. As far as they were considered, he was as much their uncle as any of the other Weasleys were, so they were always overjoyed to see him.
“And Victoire is all grown up now,” Fleur smiled. “Bill managed to get her a spot on his next excursion in Egypt as a junior cursebreaker.”
“That’s great!” Harry exclaimed. Victoire was practically the spitting image of Fleur, but her personality was much more a blend of her two parents. It was little surprise to anyone that she declared her intent on taking up curse-breaking after Hogwarts.
“It is,” Fleur sipped her coffee again. “But it will be difficult having her and Bill away. It’s hard enough having him gone while the kids are gone too,” she said, gesturing around at the quiet, empty house. “And now I’ll have to worry about her too.”
Harry could certainly sympathise with that. “Bill wouldn’t put her in any unnecessary danger.”
“He’s not the one I’m worried about,” Fleur replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “We Veela can be quite headstrong sometimes, and Victoire knows that she has Bill wrapped around her finger. He’ll let her get away with anything.”
“I’m sure Victoire has enough sense not to do anything too reckless,” Harry laughed.
“You would think,” Fleur murmured. She set her mug back down on the table and looked up at Harry, a little more serious now. “Harry, how much do you know about Veela?”
“Not a lot,” Harry admitted. Most of his knowledge came from what Hermione had explained to him and Ron back in their fourth year and the little he’d discussed about Veela with Fleur. Sure, he understood the basics like how they had an affinity with fire, were incredibly attractive, and had an almost hypnotic-like quality to those with weak wills, but those were simple textbook answers.
Fleur nodded, as though expecting his response. “Well, you see, Veela mature a little bit differently than humans. Puberty tends to be delayed by a couple years, but it hits us much harder and faster. Most Veela finish maturing within a year’s time, if not sooner.”
Harry nodded, remembering how different Gabrielle looked when he visited her family in France the summer that she turned seventeen. It had been like a night and day transformation compared to how she’d looked barely ten months earlier.
“These physical changes aren’t the only changes we see though. Veela have one more step in their maturation that normal humans don’t,” Fleur explained, a light flush coming over her cheeks.
Harry frowned at Fleur in confusion. She was such a confident woman that it was rare to see her embarrassed like this. “And that is?” He prompted her.
“We need to have sex,” Fleur blurted out.
Harry was so surprised that he didn’t say anything. He could feel heat creeping up onto his cheeks, and he was sure he was blushing more furiously than Fleur was. “Right,” Harry eventually managed to get out, trying his damnedest not to imagine Fleur having sex.
“It’s an actual need we have,” Fleur quickly added. “We need to do it to flourish properly as an adult. Normally, it hits us around the time we turn twenty, but some of us get it a bit earlier.”
Harry caught on immediately as Fleur said that last bit of information. “Let me guess, Victoire is getting it a bit earlier.”
Fleur nodded, cheeks still red. “Yes. Apparently it started up a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday but she kept it a secret from me. She only wrote to me once the sensations started to get too much to bear.”
“The sensations?” Harry asked.
“Sexual sensations,” Fleur explained. “Lust, desire, need. It can all be a lot for a Veela. Think of the horniest you’ve ever been, and then multiply that by ten.”
Well, that would be something. He honestly couldn’t imagine what that would feel like. “Victoire doesn’t have a boyfriend, does she?” Harry asked.
Fleur shook her head. “Non,” she said, slipping back into French for a second. She let out a little laugh. “According to her, none of the boys at Hogwarts meet her standards.”
That sounded like Victoire. She always dreamed big.
“The last couple of weeks have been very difficult for her,” Fleur told Harry. “And she’s coming back home today.”
Harry blew out the air from his lungs. Problems like this were why he never had kids. He couldn’t imagine trying to help his own kid through something like this, let alone the myriad of other problems they’d have throughout their life.
“So, what are you going to do?” Harry asked Fleur. “She probably can’t go to Egypt like this, can she?”
“No, she can’t,” Fleur answered. “And that’s why I need your help.”
“My help? What can I-”
Harry stopped mid-sentence as realization set in. His eyes widened and he instinctively pulled back, but Fleur reached out and grabbed his hand.
“Harry, please,” Fleur said, staring right into his eyes. “I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t important.”
What could Harry say? He’d known Victoire all her life. Granted, he usually only saw her during the summers, and there were some years he didn’t see her at all since his work as an Auror on loan to the ICW often took him to foreign places for long periods of time, but it still felt wrong. “Fleur, I-”
“She likes you,” Fleur blurted out. “Trust me, she does. I know you’d never do anything to hurt her.”
“Still,” Harry protested. “I’m twice her age.”
“Age doesn’t matter as much as you think it does,” Fleur argued. “Victoire is the one picking you, not the other way around. She is an adult and can handle the responsibility of her own choices.”
“It seems to me like you’re the one playing matchmaker, not her,” Harry pointed out.
Fleur shook her head. “I won’t push either of you into anything. But if you come with me to pick everyone up, you’ll see that Victoire will pick you. Our desire for sex only pushes us towards those who we’d be compatible with; Veela don’t just take anyone into their beds. Even if you don’t come with me today, I wouldn’t be surprised if Victoire seeks you out on her own this summer and offers herself to you.”
“Fuck, Fleur,” Harry ran his hand through his hair. “This is your daughter we’re talking about.”
“Exactly,” Fleur nodded seriously. “And I know you well enough to trust you with her. Sex isn’t such a taboo subject for Veela. We all have needs, and I think it would be a good thing for you to be with her.”
Harry was still terribly uncertain about all of this. One on hand, it felt so strange. He’d never been interested in Victoire like this. He hadn’t even seen her in person since the summer before her fifth year. They’d talked over letters around the holidays, sure, but that wasn’t exactly the same as spending time with someone in person. He still didn’t have her honest opinion on the situation either.
“I don’t know,” Harry said reluctantly.
“Just come with me to Kings Cross,” Fleur insisted. “You can see and talk to Victoire then and make your decision.”
Harry felt like he was going to regret this.
“Alright.”
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As the scarlet Hogwarts Express came into the station, Harry felt the nervous anxiety that had been bubbling in the pit of his stomach for the last few hours rise up inside of him. Victoire was somewhere on the train, and he didn’t know what he was going to say to her when he saw her.
Fleur stood by his side looking every bit the eager mother who was ecstatic to see her children again. She was holding his hand—whether as a show of support or to stop him from running, Harry wasn’t sure. The other Weasleys stood just a few feet away, just as excited to collect their children.
A deluge of students poured out of the train, causing a massive crowd to form. Harry initially assumed that it was going to be hard to spot Victoire in the crowd, but her silver-blonde hair stood out perfectly amid the sea of students.
Harry sucked in a breath when the crowd parted for a moment and he saw her. Despite only being eighteen, Victoire looked a couple years older. The maturity she’d gone through in his absence had really reinforced the resemblance she had with Fleur. If Harry didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn that they were sisters, or even twins.
Victoire was tall and lithe but had an unmistakable womanly figure. Her blue eyes looked just like the ocean’s waters and she had a gorgeous natural hue to her skin that made her look like a goddess walking amongst mortals. She was wearing a pair of muggle blue jeans and a light, milk-coloured jumper. Her clothes were tight on her, showing off every teasing curve of her body. She seemed to have something like a pained expression on her face as she searched through the crowd for everyone. Harry spotted the second her eyes landed on Fleur. Victoire’s face lit up a bit, but then her gaze shifted over onto Harry.
A shiver ran up Harry’s spine as he saw the sudden shift in Victoire’s face.
It was as though everything else faded into the periphery of Victoire’s gaze as she strode through the crowd directly towards Harry. Her eyes never left him for a second.
“See,” Fleur murmured quietly to him below the din of the busy train station. “I told you she’d choose you.”
Seeing Victoire’s reaction now, Harry couldn’t doubt Fleur any longer.
When Victoire reached them, Fleur released Harry’s hand and grabbed her daughter’s discarded trunk as Victoire leapt into Harry’s arms. She felt so light and delicate in his arms, but there was a fiery undercurrent there that told him she was anything but delicate. She grabbed onto him so tightly that he could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest. She didn’t have a bra on.
“Hi, Harry,” Victoire purred into his ear, standing on her tippy toes so that she could reach him.
“Victoire,” Harry replied awkwardly. Her body felt like a furnace against his, and she seemed quite content to cling to him so brazenly in front of everyone with her arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist.
“Down, Victoire,” Fleur admonished her daughter with a giggle after a moment.
Victoire gave her mother a sharp look, but Fleur didn’t back down. The brief staring contest ended as Victoire reluctantly unwound her legs from around Harry’s waist and slid back down to the floor, but not before planting a quick peck on his cheek. His green eyes met hers and he saw that look of pure desire and lust.
“Harry!”
Harry and Victoire broke eye contact as her younger siblings, Louis and Dominique, came rushing up to hug him. Dominique was the middle child and was the spitting image of Gabrielle when she was younger. Louis, having just finished his second year and being the youngest child, was full of energy as he crashed into Harry. Unlike his siblings, he had orange coloured hair, albeit it was quite light and had a silver tinge to it.
“Hey!” Harry grinned as he hugged them back.
“And what am I, second fiddle?” Fleur asked with an amused look as her children swarmed around Harry rather than her.
Rolling his eyes, Louis let go of Harry and went over to hug his mum. Dominique did the same.
As Fleur hugged her two younger children, she spoke up to the group. “Seeing as everyone is so happy to see you, Harry, would you like to come have supper with us?”
“Ooh! Can he?” Louis jumped in excitement. He broke free of his mum’s arms and rushed over to Harry. “Can you?” He asked with big puppy dog eyes.
“Well…” Harry trailed off in thought. Merlin, was he really going to go through with this?
“It’d be nice to catch up,” Victoire suggested as she attached herself to Harry’s hip. She went to wrap an arm around his midsection to hug him, but Harry didn’t miss the sensation of her hand brushing across his butt.
“Alright,” Harry agreed slowly, looking over to Fleur again just to confirm. She gave him a nod and a pleased smile in response.
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Even if Fleur hadn’t taken to British culture quite as much as the Weasley family had hoped, she had taken after Molly in her delicious cooking. The kitchen table at Shell Cottage was laden with dishes that were mostly French in origin, but there were a few familiar Molly Weasley staples like her chicken and ham too. Fleur sat at the head of the rectangular table. Bill normally sat opposite her but today Harry filled that spot. Louis and Dominique were sat to Harry’s left while Victoire was sat on his right.
Things had been relatively calm in the hour after they returned from King’s Cross Station. Louis and Dominique were younger and still excited to show Harry all the things they’d learned about over the last year and were asking him a million different questions about his work for the ICW as an Auror. Fleur was ever the doting mother, making sure her kids were all taken care of while still managing to prepare this delicious meal. Really, the only hiccup had been Victoire’s actions.
Upon reaching Shell Cottage, Victoire had practically dashed straight to her bedroom. She returned minutes later wearing a light, flowing, white dress that had a relatively low neckline. The skirt of the dress ended only a couple inches above her knees. Given that it was summer, the dress wasn’t too out of place, but it showed off a lot more skin than Harry had anticipated. He quickly found that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Victoire’s creamy cleavage and smooth legs, and she basked in the attention. She always seemed so cognizant of his gaze that she’d start to preen the moment his eyes landed on her.
It had also led to a few awkward moments.
Victoire kept touching him anytime she could. She seemed to love the feeling of his skin against hers and never let him get too far out of sight. Fleur had commented on it once when Harry had started to get a little flustered after she curled up against him on the couch and ended up pressing the exposed tops of her breasts against his arm.
When Harry had gone to the washroom before dinner, Victoire had been outside in the hall after he exited it. She was bent over picking one of her earrings off the ground, giving him a perfect view of the bottom of her ass and the silky black panties she had on. When she stood back up, she pretended like she hadn’t just flashed him and went right back into the kitchen.
At the dinner table under Fleur’s watchful gaze, Victoire hadn’t been able to do anything physical to Harry, but that didn’t stop her from making eyes at him the entire meal. Honestly, Harry felt like he was going to get gobbled up if he didn’t watch his back. Even in the year after the war’s end when witches all over Britain threw themselves at him, he never met anyone with such an intense, lustful gaze.
Frustratingly, despite the fact that she kept things from progressing too far, Fleur seemed quite amused with her daughter’s antics. She’d smirk every time Harry forced himself to look away from Victoire or whenever Victoire did something obvious to try to get his eyes back on her. She even went so far as to mimic her daughter’s lustful gaze towards Harry, only to undercut the effect when she had to stifle a laugh at Harry’s pained expressions.
Louis and Dominique didn’t notice a thing, thankfully. They just continued to catch up with Harry and provided a wonderful distraction whenever Harry felt himself struggling to deal with Victoire.
However, things came to an end too quickly when the meal ended and Fleur told the younger two that they were going for a sleepover at the Burrow tonight.
There was a lot of protesting, especially since Victoire didn’t have to go, but Fleur lied to them and said that she needed Victoire’s help to update the wards on their house since Bill was away. Given the serious nature of ward maintenance, Louis and Dominique didn’t complain too much. They hugged Harry and took their unpacked trunks with them to the fireplace with Fleur there.
“I’ll be back in just a couple of minutes,” Fleur assured Harry and Victoire as she gently pushed her two younger children into the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. She threw the powder down and disappeared in a rush of green flames before Harry or Victoire had a chance to say anything.
Harry felt the mood shift immediately. It was like all of the candles in the house dimmed slightly, and Victoire’s smile turned into a grin as she eyed Harry openly.
“So…” Harry said slowly. “How was your year at Hogwarts?”
“Boring,” Victoire replied lazily as she stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress, threatening to burst out at any moment. Harry unconsciously glanced down at them for just a split-second, and Victoire noticed. She planted her elbows on the table and leaned forward, giving him a perfect look down her dress. “The classes were too simple, and the boys too childish.”
“Well, they are still young,” Harry argued, fighting to keep his gaze on Victoire’s face.
“They’re still adults though,” Victoire countered. “Fully mature and capable of taking responsibility for their actions.”
“Right,” Harry nodded slowly, seeing where Victoire was going with this. “Victoire, I think we-”
Harry’s words died in his throat as he felt Victoire’s bare foot touch his inner thigh. She didn’t act like anything was amiss and just kept waiting for his next word as her delicate foot slowly crept its way up his thigh.
“Victoire-”
“Harry,” Victoire smiled as her toes reached his shaft. He was partially erect from all of the teasing she’d put him through all night, but that was quickly changing as her toes stroked him through his trousers. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Floo,” Harry called out just as the floo ignited again.
Victoire’s foot fled from his crotch and she sat back up straight as Fleur appeared back in the kitchen. Victoire acted the picture of innocence as Fleur came back to the table, but Fleur knew from the look on Harry’s face that something had happened.
“Are you two getting along?” Fleur asked pleasantly as she took her seat back at the table.
“Naturally,” Victoire replied quickly, winking at Harry.
“Mm hmm,” Fleur chuckled quietly. “Well, Harry here was telling me before you all got back from Hogwarts that he had a graduation present for you.”
“For me?” Victoire’s lustful gaze looked him up and down. “I do love presents.”
Harry bit his lip in indecision. This was the make-or-break point, and he still felt so torn on the matter. Ultimately though, he knew what he wanted to do, he just wished it didn’t feel wrong.
He knew it shouldn’t feel wrong. Victoire was all grown up now, a legal adult, and she needed this to fulfill her Veela-driven need to have sex. She wanted him, and he… he wanted her.
“Yes, I do,” Harry eventually said.
Fleur gave him an approving look and smiled at him. She got to her feet and walked over to Victoire’s side before crouching down beside her so that they were eye level. “Harry’s going to help you deal with that little problem you’ve been hiding from me for the last few weeks.”
For the first time, Victoire’s face went flush with embarrassment. “I didn’t think it was any of your business.”
Fleur rolled her eyes. “I went through the same thing, Victoire, and my mother helped me get through it. I knew that you were going to go after Harry, so I asked if he’d be willing to help you out.”
Harry shivered as the matching pair of Veela turned their eyes on him. “You will?” Victoire asked, checking for confirmation.
“Yes,” Harry nodded.
There was a moment of silence where nothing happened. Then, Fleur patted her daughter’s back. “Well, what are you two waiting for?”
Victoire was out of her chair in a flash as she leapt onto Harry’s lap. It was just like at King’s Cross earlier except this time Victoire started kissing him.
Harry couldn’t believe how soft Victoire’s lips were against his. He’d kissed dozens of witches, if not hundreds, but he couldn’t remember a kiss being as perfect as this one. It was as though Victoire’s lips had been handcrafted to compliment his, and she wasn’t shy about staking her claim on him. She kissed him passionately, pushing her tongue into his mouth with a need that Harry didn’t expect. Fleur had described just how horny Veela got when they went through this process in their lives, but being told that and experiencing a Veela showing you that were two completely different things.
Victoire grabbed one of Harry’s hands and shoved it against her full breasts. They felt firm under his hand, and her nipples were stiff and poking noticeably against her dress. She was starting to grind against his erection too, and Harry could feel that she was already terribly damp.
“Merlin, was I like this with Bill?” Fleur laughed.
“Maman!” Victoire protested as she pulled away from Harry’s lips. “I don’t need to hear about you and dad!”
“I’m seeing you with Harry right now,” Fleur pointed out.
“So?” Victoire raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Unlike you, I haven’t fantasized about your partner while I was masturbating.”
Harry’s eyes widened as Fleur’s face went red. “You—how did you-?”
“Silencing charms, maman,” Victoire laughed. She pushed herself out of Harry’s lap and, with unusual strength, hoisted him to his feet. “Come on, Harry. We’ll go fuck in my room.”
Harry didn’t know what to say as Victoire pulled him along through Shell Cottage towards her room. Fleur was still back in the kitchen in a stunned silence, looking completely embarrassed. “You probably shouldn’t have said that,” Harry said as she opened the door to her room.
“Then she shouldn’t have teased me,” Victoire replied. “Besides,” she squeezed his cock through his trousers, “I think you liked hearing that maman masturbated to the thought of you fucking her.”
He did, but that was something he was going to admit to.
Victoire pulled him inside to her bedroom. It was a beautiful room at the corner of the house that overlooked the waters. The cream-coloured walls were covered with pictures and decorations instead of shells, and there was a large bed with satin sheets against the back wall. Harry didn’t get much of a chance to look at anything else before Victoire suddenly shoved him onto the bed and leapt on top of him.
Harry let Victoire take complete control as she pinned him down to the bed with her body. She felt so light, but that didn’t stop him from letting her take what she wanted. She kissed him wildly, letting her long hair dance around their faces as she desperately tugged at her dress. Harry wished he could get a chance to see her magnificent body with his own eyes, but Victoire moved with his head every time he tried to take a peak, never letting their lips break the connection they had.
Eventually, Victoire rolled off of him in order to pull her dress all the way off. Harry’s eyes immediately focused in on her perky breasts and the hard, pink nipples on them. From earlier, he knew that her breasts were a bit more than his hands could hold, and they were absolutely divine.
“Get your clothes off,” Victoire ordered breathlessly as she bent over in front of him, showing off her tight ass as she pushed her dress down her legs.
As much as Harry wanted to, he was entranced by the sight of Victoire’s magnificent body. She looked even better than he imagined Fleur looked naked. Her thumbs hooked through the waistband of her panties and she pulled them down too. Several thick strands of her juices stretched from her panties to her perfectly pink pussy, not breaking until she pushed her panties below her knees.
“Well?” Victoire asked as she turned to face him. She had her hand on her hips, striking a pose that highlighted every curve of her body. She looked completely perfect other than the frown on her face. “You’re not naked,” she said disappointedly.
“I couldn’t stop watching you,” Harry admitted.
His words seemed to please her. “That’s okay,” she replied. “I guess I’ll get them for you.”
Victoire snatched her wand off of her desk and cast a silent vanishing charm on Harry. He felt a cool breeze wash over him as all of his clothes disappeared, but that sensation was quickly replaced by an incredible warmth as Victoire jumped back on top of him. Her body heat seemed to radiate out at an impossible rate, especially around her crotch.
With her breasts against his chest and her pussy just inches away from his cock, Victoire looked up into Harry’s eyes. “I’m going to ride you like you’ve never been ridden before.”
Harry didn’t doubt her. He could feel the anticipation filling his body as Victoire reached back and grasped his cock. Her hand felt incredibly hot too around him, but it was nothing in comparison to the feeling on the tip of his cock when Victoire placed himself right at her opening.
Harry felt like a nervous virgin waiting for Victoire to make her move. His body felt unusually sensitive to her, and Victoire seemed to feel the same way. They stared into each other’s eyes as Victoire slowly pushed her pussy back.
The head of Harry’s cock was just barely inside of her when he felt a barrier blocking his passage. Victoire didn’t so much as cringe as he hit her hymen. “It’s okay,” she assured him as she leaned in close to his face. “It doesn’t hurt much at all for Veela.”
Indescribable tightness surrounded Harry’s cock as Victoire pushed herself down him; it felt tighter than apparating did, and hotter than he imagined it would be if he stepped into a furnace. Harry felt the barrier break as Victoire sank down on him. There was a brief flash of pain across her face, but it disappeared so quickly that Harry swore it could have been a trick of the light. She didn’t even need to take a second to collect herself; she just kept pushing further down.
Victoire let out a pretty gasp followed by a satisfied moan as Harry stretched out her tight pussy. Despite how tight it was, Harry never felt any more resistance stopping him from slipping deeper inside of her. It was like her body was molding itself to accommodate his size while creating the most intense and pleasurable experience for both of them.
Victoire’s pussy was practically gushing around Harry’s cock; he could feel wetness seeping out around the seam where their bodies met. When she finally settled at the base of his shaft, a look of pure bliss overcame Victoire’s face.
“It’s even better than I imagined,” she moaned, flexing her pussy around his cock.
Harry agreed with her; it was better than he ever imagined. Victoire’s body seemed perfectly compatible with his. Between the heat of her against his torso and the tightness of her pussy, Harry felt like he was in heaven. His body screamed out at him to spill his seed in her, but he tensed his thighs and forced his mind off of that thought. He didn’t want things to end so soon, especially when this was Victoire’s first time.
“How do I feel?” Victoire asked through half-lidded eyes as she looked up at Harry. Her pretty, pouted lips were distracting, and Harry couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her.
“Like an angel,” he said as they parted.
Victoire smiled at that. “You feel like a beast, a brute,” she explained. “It feels like your thick cock is going to split me in two, and like at any moment you’re going to flip me on my back and have your way with me.”
“I think you’d like that,” Harry pointed out.
“I think I would,” Victoire grinned. “But first, I want to ride you.”
Victoire placed her hands on Harry’s chest to allow her to sit up in his lap. She moved so delicately, and it was clear that she was savouring every little twinge of his cock in her pussy as she shifted on top of him. Her perky breasts were pressed together beautifully between her arms, making them stand out even more than they already did. She looked glorious in the evening light coming in through the windows.
Given how soft and sweet she looked, Harry expected Victoire to ride him in a similar manner. Instead, she rose up his entire length before slamming back down on him hard.
Victoire threw her head back and moaned as Harry’s cock rammed to the deepest point inside of her, and Harry couldn’t help but let out a sound of pleasure of his own. He’d never felt something so tight and perfect around his cock before, and the visual feast that her body presented only enhanced the sensations.
“Yes,” Victoire hissed happily as she rose up on his cock again. Despite being a virgin, she was more erotic than any woman Harry had ever been with. Every little movement was purposeful, and she seemed to move up his cock until only the head was barely still inside of her. The moment before he’d slip out, Victoire would drop her weight back onto his lap and his cock would be swallowed up by her incredible warmth.
The stimulation of Victoire’s pussy was incredible. Her walls pulsed around his cock like they were massaging it. Every sensitive spot he had felt like it was being teased beyond comprehension, like her body was trying to drive him wild with pleasure until he’d succumb and do anything to try to return that pleasure back to her. Well, it was working, because Harry knew at that moment that if Victoire asked him to do anything at all, he’d give in to her.
Victoire’s soft and breathy moans grew as she worked up a steady pace of bouncing on Harry’s lap. She was able to move so smoothly, like she was defying gravity. Her plump ass smacked off of his thighs, and she’d ride all the way up his cock before dropping her entire weight back down on him. Her full breasts jiggled wonderfully on her chest with her movements, and Harry couldn’t help but reach out and squeeze them.
“How do you like them?” Victoire grinned down at him as she panted, never once stopping her movements on. “The boys at Hogwarts have tried for years to get a peek under my robes, but you’re the first one to ever see them.”
“They’re perfect,” Harry groaned. “As you well know.”
Victoire preened at his words and pushed her breasts against his hands. “I know,” she agreed. “But I like hearing it from you.”
She dropped her torso down onto his then to kiss him. The return of her hot body against his ignited something in Harry that he hadn’t expected. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had already flipped Victoire over onto her back and was pounding into her pussy with long, hard thrusts while he kissed her.
Victoire’s body spasmed beneath him, and Harry felt her pussy clench up around his cock. Her body relished in the feeling of this good, hard fuck, and she was moaning like crazy into the kiss. Her arms and legs wrapped themselves around him and her hands clawed furiously at his back for purchase as she struggled to hold on.
“Oh, fuck, Harry!” Victoire screamed out as the kiss broke. “You feel so good! Oh, Merlin! You’re gonna tear me in two!”
“I thought you wanted that,” Harry grunted. Pounding into Victoire like this was forcing him to use all of his willpower not to cum in her right away. It didn’t help that her squelching pussy was making incredibly lewd sounds as he fucked her, or the way that Victoire was screaming his name as raced towards the edge herself.
“I do! Please!” Victoire cried out. She suddenly pulled Harry’s face towards her and kissed him for just a second before the desperate need for air forced them away again. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!”
Harry shifted his angle slightly so that he was practically directly above her. Her legs had to bend to accommodate him, but it gave the added bonus of applying more pressure against her clit every time Harry went balls deep inside of her pussy.
Victoire’s pleasure-filled sounds grew and grew until she let out a scream unlike any before. It was a sound of pure bliss, and her entire body trembled under Harry’s. The moment he felt her pussy tighten up to an impossible standard around his cock, Harry knew that he couldn’t hold on any longer. He rammed forward one last time and let himself cum inside of her.
A rush of pleasure tore through Harry’s body; it was so strong that he felt like he was just barely hanging onto consciousness. The moment seemed to drag on as spurt after spurt of cum shot deep into Victoire’s tight pussy, and her body helped him along by spasming at the right times to give him that extra push to help get every last drop inside of her.
Finally, Harry took a breath as the strongest pleasures faded. He still felt like he was on a high unlike any other, but he was at least able to think straight again.
Worried about putting all of his weight on her, Harry lowered himself to the bed beside Victoire. He was about to pull out of her when she made a little whiny sound and crawled onto his chest, keeping his cock firmly entrenched in her pussy.
Victoire had the most serened smile on her face as she rested her head on Harry’s chest and looked up at Harry’s face. “That was incredible,” she told him, planting a kiss on his skin.
“It really was,” Harry agreed as he wrapped an arm around her. “I hope it helped you get whatever you needed out of your system.”
“It did,” Victoire giggled. “Believe me. Although, I don’t know if just this one time satisfied my cravings completely.”
“Victoire?” Harry asked, lifting his head to look down at her properly.
Her beautiful blue eyes showed nothing but sincerity in them. “I’m sure I could convince maman to let me visit you at your house, and you’d be more than welcome here anytime.”
Would he? Harry had gone into this figuring it was just bound to be a one-time deal.
Victoire seemed to pick up on his thoughts. “Maman would be very happy to have you around,” she insisted. “You’re a good man, Harry, and you’re a wonderful lover. Even maman thinks so. Can’t you hear her?”
Harry frowned in confusion. What was she-
From elsewhere in the house, Harry heard a distinct, feminine moan.
“You see,” Victoire grinned.
Harry let out a sigh. “You didn’t put up the silencing wards, did you?”
“Nope,” Victoire answered, sounding very proud of herself.
“You probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“No?” Victoire replied with faux innocence. “Well, I suppose if I’ve been naughty, you’ll just have to punish me.” She winked at him.
Merlin, how was he ever going to handle this witch?
Comments
OkHere
Loved this. Definitely would love to see a sequel with Fleur involved too
TH
This was a fun read. Thank you
