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September 2023's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Fleur - Breaking a Veela
🕑 Added 2023-09-30 16:00:00 +0000 UTCAN: Beware, the porn logic is pretty strong in this chapter, lmao.
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Perhaps it was the way she sneered at him the first time they met, but Harry didn’t like Fleur Delacour. In fact, he disliked her.
Everything about her screamed like she was trying to pretend that she was better than everyone else. He didn’t care that she was a Veela; he’d gone through similar periods of isolation in his life when everyone looked down on him for who he was, but that didn’t mean that he acted like a stuck-up brat to everyone around him.
She turned her nose up at everyone who she passed by in the corridors, and she rarely bothered to thank anyone, even when he handed over the bouillabaisse to her the night his life became a mess again.
The Triwizard Tournament had returned, and naturally, Harry ended up with his name in the competition. He still didn’t know how it happened other than the fact that it likely had something to do with another one of Voldemort’s wayward followers trying to stir up trouble in his life.
He’d tried to get out of it almost instantly, but the contract was ironclad. Since he was eighteen, it was his own signature on the slip of paper that had been entered into the goblet, and he was an acceptable candidate, there was no way for him to back out of the tournament. It would even be considered breaking the contract if he didn’t try to participate in the tournament!
When he first met with the other champions, Cedric had been understanding, Krum had been confused, but Fleur had been furious. She’d rattled off an expletive-filled rant in French to her Headmistress. Luckily, Harry’s trips with the Grangers to France over the summers had taught him enough French to pick up the gist of what she was saying. She looked shell shocked when he yelled back at her, but then her surprise had turned to fury as she got up in his face and started shouting at him that he shouldn’t even be in this tournament.
It had taken Dumbledore to separate the two of them, but a grudge had been developed that day.
In the lead up to the first task, Harry had watched Fleur carefully. The French witch was stunning with long silvery-blond hair and bright blue eyes and perfect teeth. Her body was just as immaculate as her pretty features, and she knew how to use it.
Two weeks before the task, he’d spotted Fleur flirting with Cedric in one of the courtyards. She’d unbuttoned the top of her robes to show off her creamy cleavage, and Cedric was buying into it fully. He seemed lost in the valley between her breasts and had unwittingly spilt his entire plans for the first task. Once she’d gotten everything she could from it, Fleur had left, leaving Cedric to stare at her behind as she worked her hips perfectly.
Krum was just as easy to fool for Fleur. Harry found the two of them down by the Black Lake, where she was gawking at his muscular frame. She stayed close to him, pressing her warm body against his and insinuating all the things that they could get up to sometime before the task. Krum had the foresight to shut her down, but not before revealing that he couldn’t spend any time with her because he needed to practice the Conjunctivitis Curse.
From there, Harry knew it was only a matter of time before she came for him. He’d seen her watching him in the corridors, and he’d heard that she’d been asking around about him to a few students in the other houses.
Harry didn’t give her the chance to corner him though. He isolated himself in his room, away from the library and the unused section of the seventh floor where she could easily find him alone. As confident as he was in his ability to resist her Veela charms, he wasn’t so prideful as to believe that it was impossible for him to slip up for even just a second and accidentally reveal some information about his plans to outfly the dragon.
So, the only time she managed to speak to him before the task was in the tent the day of. Cedric was set to go first, then Krum, then Fleur, then Harry himself.
As they all prepared mentally for the task ahead, Fleur made the rounds, giving last minute ‘friendly’ suggestions and support to her fellow champions. None of them but Harry noticed the enchantments she was weaving on them. He wasn’t especially familiar with ancient runes, but he was familiar with the common ones, and the sign for sluggishness was unmistakable on Fleur’s palm.
“Hello, Harry,” Fleur said sweetly as she came to his side.
He had to admit, her accent had gotten much less pronounced in the few months that she’d been here. Unfortunately, that seemed to signal just how clever and adaptable she was.
“Hello, Fleur,” Harry replied just as kindly, doing his best to put on the same fake air as she was.
If Fleur noticed that he was lying, she didn’t comment on it. She just sat down beside him so that their hips were touching.
As she sat down, Cedric’s name was called, and he hurried off towards the front of the tent. The flaps of it opened, and everyone inside could hear the roar of the crowd as Cedric emerged into their view. Then, the tent flaps shut again, and everything went silent.
“You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Fleur said. “That’s the right expression, is it not?”
Ah, she was trying to play up the cute French girl routine who needed a proper Englishman to help guide her along. Harry wasn’t dumb enough to fall for that.
“That’s right,” he smiled back at her.
She smiled brilliantly back at him. “I think I’d like to be friends with you instead of enemies. Even if we’re competitors, we should all do our best to show international unity, don’t you think?” She asked as she leaned closer to his face. Her breasts squished up against his arm, and then she suddenly shifted herself so that his arm slipped in between her breasts. Harry forced his breath to hitch a little, and he pretended not to notice the way the corners of Fleur’s mouth twitched upwards.
“Yes, I think that’d be really good. I would like to be friends with you, Fleur,” Harry replied, trying to play up the naive persona that he knew Fleur was hoping for. He leaned in a bit closer to her, pushing into her breasts.
“Magnifique,” Fleur exclaimed happily. “As friends, I want you to know that I hope you do well in the tournament today. I’m sure that you’ll have come up with something brilliant to outwit your dragon.”
“I have,” Harry replied, making his cheeks go red as her hand with the rune on it slipped on top of his. He felt her magic activate and try to latch onto his to apply the rune. Harry let it.
It was brilliantly done, he had to admit. The rune she was using was perfectly crafted and clearly tied to a more extensive set of runes somewhere on her person to get such a nuanced effect. Harry could barely feel the sluggishness seep into his bones, but it was undeniably there once he looked for it. It’d slowly spread throughout his system, like ivy slowly creeping along a building’s walls. Then, once Fleur set off the trigger, it’d hit him hard. It would feel like he’d just run a marathon and all of the wind had left his sails, making him an easy target for the dragon.
Even knowing that she’d applied it to him, it was still difficult to keep track of. Her magic was slippery and deceptive, trying to mask itself amid his own magic. Harry wouldn’t be surprised if both Cedric and Krum had missed it.
“Then I hope it serves you well,” Fleur said, bringing his attention back to her. “I’d hate for such a cute man to get knocked out of the tournament early.”
Fleur winked at him then, and Harry felt just a little bit more of her Veela charm trying to overwhelm his mind. He kept hold of his wits though and blocked out the effect.
Did she really think so little of him that he'd fail for her charms like the others did?
Well, two could play at this game.
“You know, as we’re friends now, don’t you think we should get to know each other better like friends do?” Harry suggested innocently.
“Oh?” Fleur cocked an eyebrow in interest. “What did you have in mind?”
“Haven’t you made any friends here yet?” Harry asked in bewilderment, like she was supposed to know exactly what he was talking about.
Fleur’s perfect persona nearly broke for a moment as her mind raced to figure out why Harry was confused. “Of course I have,” she answered, but Harry knew it was a lie. Fleur was an isolationist at heart due to her Veela nature, and he’d kept up enough tabs on her to know that she hadn’t gotten close to anyone.
“Well, then you know what friends do for each other here,” he said with a not-so-subtle glance down at his crotch.
Fleur froze up for a moment, and that was when Harry pushed.
“Oh, I guess you didn’t really want to be friends,” he said, acting a little downtrodden.
“No,” Fleur interjected quickly. “I do, I really do. This all just seems like a bit soon, non?”
Harry shrugged. “Maybe it’s different in France. But here in Britain, this is just how we do things with people we want to be really good friends with. It’s normal.”
Fleur nodded and mulled it over in her head. It didn’t take long for Harry to see the decision in her eyes.
Was she really this desperate to try to get on his good side just to stab him in the back later? Harry had to force his body to hold back the snort of amusement it wanted to let out.
Suddenly, the tent flaps opened again, and Krum was called forth for his attempt. Then, as they closed again, Harry and Fleur were left alone in the room together.
Fleur slowly dropped to her knees in front of Harry. Despite how beautiful she was, it didn’t take long for Harry to realise just how new all of this was to her. Her movements were awkward as her fingers went for his belt.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Harry asked her in a non-judgemental tone.
Fleur looked like she wanted to say that she had done this before, but she hesitated and then eventually gave in. “Non, I haven’t.”
“So I’m your first friend then?” Harry asked with a brilliant smile.
“I suppose you are,” Fleur replied with a slight smile of her own.
“Then I’ll help guide you through this,” Harry told her gently. “Just go ahead and get my trousers down.”
Merlin, he couldn’t believe that she was buying any of this. As clever as she was, she was still a social outcast, and all it took was a little play acting to convince her of this. Maybe she was more stupid than he thought, or maybe she was so confident in her ability to win over any man that she never expected him to be able to lie to her so smoothly like this. When every man who you charmed acted like a blubbering idiot around you, it didn’t seem so far-fetched to want to trust an innocent, coherent man, especially when she was already in the mindset of trying to win him over.
Fleur did as Harry said and undid his belt before pulling down his trousers and his pants in one fell swoop. Then, she let out a gasp as Harry’s semi-hard cock flopped up and struck her in the face.
“Mon dieu,” Fleur murmured to herself as she took in Harry’s size. She tried to wrap one of her hands around his cock, but her fingers wouldn’t quite get all the way back around it. “You’re very big.”
Harry grinned down at her. “It’s only because you’re so beautiful that it’s like this,” he replied, trying to stroke her ego a bit. “Feel free to take your time. Most women around here have a hard time with it at the start.”
“I’m better than most women,” Fleur replied disdainfully as she brought her lips up to the tip of Harry’s cock.
When Fleur’s warm mouth engulfed the head of Harry’s cock, he let out a satisfied groan. Even if she was a bitch, Fleur’s body was absolutely perfect in every way. Her lips felt like two perfect cushions of flesh around his shaft, and her mouth had just the perfect amount of heat and moisture to make his body sing in delight. And her tongue! Her tongue slithered around his cock like a lost lover trying to touch every inch of flesh he had.
Even if she didn’t have much, if any, real sexual experience, she was more than making up for it already.
Fleur wasn’t just satisfied with getting the head of Harry’s cock in her mouth though; she wanted more. So, as she started to apply a healthy amount of suction, Fleur started bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more of Harry’s cock into her mouth each time.
In what seemed like only a couple of seconds, Harry’s cock expanded to its full length and girth. Fleur didn’t seem to mind though, because she just kept sucking on him and swirling her tongue around him perfectly.
Merlin, the satisfaction Harry had of having this stuck-up woman sucking his cock was immense. She seemed so eager to prove herself his friend that she was rushing ahead with the blowjob, doing her best to pleasure him.
“Mmm,” Fleur moaned around his cock. She had nearly half of his shaft in her mouth now, and it felt so heavenly.
But, no matter how good it felt, it wasn’t enough for Harry. He wanted more out of her.
So, he placed one of his hands on the back of her head and pushed it down onto his lap.
“That’s it,” Harry sighed happily as more of his cock disappeared into Fleur’s mouth.
The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and then he pushed just a little bit harder to make himself slide smoothly in. Fleur gagged around his cock as it made a noticeable bulge in her throat, but she seemed determined to try to take as much of him as she could.
Again, this wasn’t enough for Harry. She’d humiliated him before by insulting him in French, and now it was his turn to humiliate her.
Moving carefully, Harry slowly got to his feet. Fleur’s questioning eyes met his, but she didn’t stop sucking on his cock.
“Good friends who do this like to show trust in each other by letting the other take control,” Harry explained to her as he placed both of her hands on her head. “Will you trust me and let me take control?”
There was a flicker of doubt and hesitation in Fleur’s eyes, almost as though she was only now realising just how ludicrous this all was, but her pride was making her second guess herself.
With a subtle nod, Fleur agreed.
Without a moment’s delay, Harry started fucking Fleur’s face.
He pounded his hips against her mouth fast, far faster than Fleur had been expecting. She choked around his cock as it plunged in and out of her throat. He treated her like a doll, like something to be used up and discarded, as he took whatever pleasure he wanted.
Harry slammed his cock as deep as it could go down Fleur’s tight throat until her nose was squished up against his crotch. He rocked against her then, letting his balls bounce off of her chin a couple of times as he hissed in delight.
Veela really were as good as rumours said they were.
Harry tightened his grip on Fleur’s head and proceeded to fuck her mouth as fast as he could. Her mouth was pooling with saliva as he pounded away, and much of it was spilling out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
It didn’t take long for Harry to reach his orgasm. Even though he knew he had stamina in spades, doing this with a Veela was a completely different experience. Her body was made for fucking, and it was better than anyone else he’d ever had.
That was why he was so disappointed when he yanked his cock out of Fleur’s mouth and started stroking himself.
Fleur gasped for breath, unaware of what Harry was doing until it was too late.
With a low groan, Harry exploded onto Fleur’s pretty face. A torrent of cum fired out of his cock and sprayed all over. Fleur’s nose, forehead, cheeks, jaw, eyes, and hair were all covered in cum by the time he was done.
“What the hell!” Fleur exclaimed as she jumped to her feet, ready to hex Harry.
Just as Harry quickly stuffed his cock back in his trousers, the tent flap opened and a Ministry wizard stepped into the tent. “Fleur Delacour?” He called out.
Fleur instinctively turned, and the wizard’s face went red with surprise when he saw what was covering Fleur’s face.
“It’s your turn,” the man told her, trying not to look right at her cum-covered face.
Fleur looked aghast, but she tried to maintain whatever dignity she had left. “I just need to wash up—”
“There’s no time,” the man said as he stepped towards her. “Either you come out now, or we mark you as a forfeit.”
Fleur’s look of fury was only challenged by her pride as she straightened her shoulders and stalked out of the tent towards the task ahead.
Once she was gone, the Ministry wizard turned to Harry with a sly grin.
Harry grinned back at the man and shrugged. Fleur had it coming to her, and he just hoped that he’d have another chance to put her in her place before long.
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Once again, Fleur was glaring at Harry over breakfast. It hadn’t taken her long after the first task to learn that oral sex was most definitely not what friends did with each other in Britain. Honestly, he still found it hard to believe that she so easily bought into his words, but she had. And now, she seemed to have quite the grudge against him.
It was easy to ignore her though. Now that she knew that he knew what she was up to and that he was just as willing to trick her as she was to trick him, Fleur kept her distance.
But now that the day of the second task had arrived, there was no way she was going to be able to avoid him any longer. They both knew that, and Harry was just waiting for her to make her move. With Cedric and Krum both having failing scores, it seemed unlikely that either of them would be able to gain a top spot. That left Harry as her only real competition.
So, when Fleur left the Great Hall before almost anyone finished their breakfasts, Harry knew that she was up to something.
He hurried out of the Great Hall after her and realised that she was heading down towards the Black Lake. He followed her from behind, trailing her as she walked down the dirt path that led towards the docks.
He was only halfway down when he felt a spell coming from the tree line to his right. His wand snapped into his hand, and he had a shield up just in time to block the red stunning spell.
“Hello, Fleur,” Harry called out cheerfully to the woman hiding in the trees. He glanced back down at the illusion of Fleur that he’d been following. It had stopped at the base of the pathway and turned back to face him with a smug grin on its lips.
“Harry,” Fleur replied evenly as she stepped out from behind the tree she’d been hiding behind.
“You almost had me, you know,” he said lightly, like it was a funny game between them.
His words only served to anger Fleur. “Fuck you!” She spat at him.
“If you insist,” Harry shrugged.
“That wasn’t what I meant and you know it,” Fleur replied with narrowed eyes.
“Wasn’t it?” He replied. “Are you sure that you haven’t been fantasising about my cock when you’ve been masturbating in the Prefect’s Bathroom?”
“You were spying on me?” Fleur shrieked.
“No,” Harry answered honestly. “I was going in to listen to the egg, same as you. Only, I stumbled on you with your fingers up your twat and my name on your lips.”
Fleur’s expression was one of fury as she jabbed her wand towards him. “Shut up!”
“Why? I thought you’d be happy that I’m here right now so that you could finally feel what it’s like to have me inside of you,” Harry said smugly. He slowly started walking towards her in a casual manner, keeping his wand at his side. “You can’t pretend like you haven’t been obsessed with me ever since you sucked my cock. Why not experience the full thing now?”
Harry could see the indecision in her eyes, and then the anger that came after when she realised that she was seriously considering fucking the man who’d humiliated her at the first task. But still, the desire never left her eyes.
As a little push to help her decide, Harry vanished his clothes off of his body, leaving him in only the swimsuit he’d planned to wear underneath. It was a tight fit, and the outline of his large cock was noticeable against the navy blue fabric.
Naturally, Fleur’s eyes latched onto it right away. There was hunger in them, and then acceptance.
“This does not mean that I am still not angry with you,” she told him fiercely as she too vanished off her clothes, leaving her only in a skimpy white bikini.
“That’s fine,” Harry replied cockily to her. “All that matters is that you know what you really want.”
He walked onto the soft grass and into the tree line beside her. They were only a dozen metres or so off of the trail that all of the students would be taking down to the docks. It was the perfect place for the next stage in his plan.
Thankfully, Fleur didn’t bring up any complaints. In the tree line, they were partially obscured from sight, but all it would take is some slight repositioning and everyone would be able to see them going at it.
Harry felt himself getting hard as he ogled Fleur’s body. He didn’t have a chance to see it during the first task, but it was clear that she was truly a perfect woman. Every inch of her skin was flawless and creamy. Her stomach was flat without a pound of unneeded fat on it, but her hips were wide. Her breasts were big and perky, and Harry could see the outlines of her rosy-pink nipples on her white bikini top. The bottoms were tied with strings on either side of her hips, and her arse was completely visible thanks to the thin strip of fabric that was currently hidden between her plump cheeks.
She was every man’s dream, and she was waiting for him to fuck her.
“Get your hands on the tree,” Harry ordered her.
Fleur did exactly as commanded. She bent forward, braced herself against the tree, and stuck out her arse for his inspection.
“Ow!” Fleur squealed as he spanked her arse, but it was more playful than a sign of genuine pain.
Harry was entranced by the way her cheek rippled from his strike, but there was something more pressing that needed his attention. He knelt down and gently pulled the fabric that was covering her pussy to the side. Her pink flower was already dripping wet and ready for him, and Harry couldn’t help but give it a nice lick so that he could taste her.
“Perfection,” Harry groaned as the sweet taste of Fleur lingered on his tongue. He got to his feet behind her and pulled his swimsuit down to his knees. “Too bad it’s wasted on such a stuck-up bitch.”
Before Fleur could retort, Harry shoved his cock forward against her pink lips. There was a moment of resistance before he slammed all the way inside of her tight, hot walls, filling her in an instant.
All of the air in Fleur’s lungs left in a long, sustained moan as her nails raked down the tree. Her pussy clenched up hard around Harry’s cock, preventing him from moving now that he was fully buried inside of her.
“Is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” Harry murmured into Fleur’s ear as he reached around and squeezed one of her breasts. He pulled the fabric out of the way so that he could pinch her nipple between two of his fingers, eliciting another sweet moan from her lips.
Fleur’s mouth opened and closed as though she wanted to say something but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Eventually, she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Just fuck me,” she said sternly.
Well, if that’s what the lady wants.
Harry let go of her breast in order to firmly secure both of his hands on Fleur’s hips. As long as she kept herself firmly braced against the tree, he hoped it wouldn’t be too much for her.
Just like the first time, Harry didn’t take things slow with Fleur. He pulled his hips back, grinning as he watched the way her lower lips clung to the shaft of his cock like they were desperate to keep him inside of her, and then rammed forward again. The intense heat and tight grip of Fleur’s pussy was enough to make him groan in delight as he bottomed out inside of her and felt his balls smack off of her clit.
Fleur moaned even louder now, and those moans kept coming as Harry started fucking her. It was clear that she was trying to stay quiet, but between the intense pleasure and the sound of Harry’s hips smacking off of her arse with each thrust, Fleur was quickly losing that battle.
And it was just in time too as Harry heard some students coming from the castle down to the docks. It was hard to spot them through the trees, but the sounds of their chattering was unmistakable.
It took Fleur a few more seconds before she overheard them, but when she did, a panicked look crossed her face.
“Stop,” she hissed at him, placing a hand against his chest.
Harry did as she asked, but not before burying himself back inside of her pussy and leaving his hips pressed up against her plump arse. “What’s wrong?” He asked, playing dumb.
“Everyone’s coming down to the docks,” she whispered back to him, glancing down to their narrow view of the pathway. A few heads were visible, but no one was looking in their direction.
“Guess we need to finish up quickly then,” Harry replied casually as he slipped one of his hands down in between her thighs. It only took him a second to find her clit and to apply a teasing amount of pressure to it. “Unless you don’t want me anymore.”
“No, I—” Fleur went to correct herself before she stopped abruptly and narrowed her eyes at him. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Oh?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her and applied a little more pressure to her clit. “And what is it that I’m doing?”
“You’re, mmm—” Fleur’s words were cut off as she shut her mouth quickly to stifle a moan. “You’re the worst,” she exclaimed once she regained control of herself.
“Are you sure about that? Because I think that you love this. You love being fucked by me, and you want everyone to know what we’re getting up to,” Harry retorted. “Look at how wet you are. You can’t tell me that you don’t want me to cum in your sweet little pussy.”
Fleur’s thighs trembled and her knees went weak at Harry’s words. She still looked nervous about the students passing by, but her mind had already given in.
“Fine, do it,” she whispered to him as she placed her hands back on the trunk of the tree.
“I need to hear you say what you want from me,” Harry countered, not making a single move to go back to fucking her.
“Harry, please,” Fleur whined.
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck my sweet little pussy and cum in me!” Fleur’s voice rose to a screech as Harry suddenly pulled back and slammed forward again.
Harry pounded in and out of Fleur’s pussy as roughly as he dared, and this time she couldn’t stop herself from screaming and moaning loudly in pleasure. He heard the laughter and curious words from the pathway down to the docks, and in seconds, a few students came to investigate.
“Dean, Seamus,” Harry grunted as he greeted his two dormmates. He smacked Fleur’s arse again. “You two alright?”
“Blimey, Harry,” Seamus replied, gobsmacked at the sight before him. “You’re fucking Fleur Delacour?”
Fleur lifted her head briefly to glare at Seamus, but the effect was undercut by the needy moan that escaped her lips when Harry rammed back into her pussy.
“Yup,” Harry replied casually. “She was practically begging for it.”
“I was not,” Fleur retorted.
Harry stopped thrusting in her again, and this time Fleur didn’t even try to put up any resistance before she came crawling back to him.
“Don’t stop now,” she begged him. “Please, Harry.”
“Good girl,” Harry cooed and went back to fucking her. He glanced back over at Dean and Seamus, who were both looking impressed and astounded. “You see?”
“I need to find a Veela of my own,” Dean sighed.
“Maybe Harry here would be up for sharing?” Seamus suggested hopefully.
“Sorry,” Harry replied. “She’s all mine.”
Seamus looked a little down but more understanding than Harry would have expected out of him.
“Well, you two had best hurry,” Dean told them. “The task is supposed to start in less than ten minutes.”
That was plenty of time, though it might be a bit of a race to get down to the docks in time.
He could worry about that later though. Right now, all Harry wanted to focus on was this incredibly pleasurable Veela pussy that was wrapped around his cock. He was fucking Fleur hard and rough, and it was making his mind become overwhelmed with how good he was feeling.
A few more students came over to see what was going on. A rough circle formed of upper-year students, both witches and wizards, who watched as Harry turned Fleur into a screaming mess of pleasure.
Fleur looked torn between being embarrassed at everyone watching them to wanting to just lose herself in her pleasure completely and not care what anyone else thought. Luckily, the latter won out, and her pussy clamped down tighter than ever on Harry’s cock as her orgasm hit her.
“Harry!” Fleur screamed.
Feeling her walls get so impossibly tight around his cock, Harry couldn’t hold on any longer and erupted inside of Fleur’s pussy. He kept thrusting into her with every spurt as he painted the inside of her pussy white with his cum.
By the time they finished, most of the students were headed off to the docks. A few took one last longing glance at either Fleur or Harry and then went.
For his part, Harry helped Fleur fix her bikini back on herself. However, he didn’t say anything when he saw some of his cum dripping out of her pussy and down her thigh. It’d be a sign for her to remember him by.
Just before they cleared the tree line and started down to the task, Fleur stopped him.
“I know a way you can make everything up to me,” she said, her face red with embarrassment.
“Oh?”
“Come pick me up from my carriage tomorrow afternoon,” Fleur told him. “I want more of this.”
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“Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?” Harry announced loudly thanks to the help of his Sonorous Charm. The stands around the edge of the maze were filled with hundreds of excited spectators, ready to witness the final task.
However, Harry had a different show in mind for them first. It had only taken a small bribe to Ludo Bagman in order to convince him to let Harry orchestrate this little event before the task.
As the crowds settled down, Harry waved towards the small tent a few feet away from him. It’d been erected to give the champions a place to change into their clothes for the task. Harry was already dressed in his, and Fleur had gone in after him.
The tent flap fluttered as Fleur stepped out into view, much to the surprise of the audience. It wasn’t that she was there though, it was over what she was wearing.
The skin-tight suits that had been made for the champions did an excellent job of showing off their physiques, but it was a slight struggle to get them on and off quickly. So, Harry made a few adjustments to them.
Fleur’s silvery, skin-tight suit had three noticeable holes in it. There were two large ones carved out on her chest so that her perky breasts could stand out in plain view for everyone. With it being a slightly chilly afternoon, her rosy-pink nipples were already hardened. The last hole took up much of the crotch of the suit. Her pink pussy was on full display, as was her perfect bubble butt. Even better was the fact that she’d shaved her pubic hair into the shape of a lightning bolt as he’d requested.
Despite the cries of shock, amusement, and lust from the crowd, Fleur didn’t seem bothered by the attention whatsoever. In fact, she seemed to bask in it as she hurried to Harry’s side. She kissed him sweetly on the cheek.
“Lover,” she said sweetly in his ear. “Is it my turn to speak now?”
“Yes,” Harry grinned, recasting the Sonorous Charm on Fleur so that her proclamation could be heard by all.
“I am Fleur Delacour!” Fleur announced. “And I am Harry’s Veela whore!”
There was an uproar of noise at the lewd declaration. Simultaneously, almost every single man in attendance cheered in support of Harry for the prize he’d managed to bag. Quite a few women cheered as well, but many others shouted at their boyfriends and husbands for ogling the nearly-naked Veela on the field.
“Before the task takes place, my lover is going to get me pregnant!” Fleur continued. “Be sure to get out your omnioculars if you want a closeup view of the action!”
“It’ll even slow it down and feature instant replay,” Harry added. “We don’t want anyone to miss this precious sight.”
“No, we don’t,” Fleur smiled lovingly at Harry.
With that out of the way, Fleur jumped into Harry’s arms. He caught her, stumbling back only a couple of steps as he adjusted to carrying her around, and then carefully helped her spin around so that she was facing away from him. Harry hooked his arms underneath Fleur’s knees and spread her legs wide apart for everyone to see her dripping wet pussy.
Using her impressive flexibility, Fleur reached down to Harry’s crotch. Her fingers found the slit he’d cut into his suit, and she reached inside and pulled his impressive cock out.
Fleur angled Harry’s cock right up at her pussy as he slowly lowered her down onto himself. Fleur’s satisfied moan echoed out thanks to the Sonorous charm, and even the squelching sound of her wet pussy sinking down around Harry’s cock managed to get picked up too.
“Oh, fuck!” Fleur cried out once Harry’s cock was filling her up completely. Her pink lips were stretched lewdly around his shaft, and everyone could see just how horny she was being fucked by Harry like this.
Harry grunted as he used his arms to bounce Fleur on his cock. The position made it a little awkward, but she was light enough that he managed to move her with little trouble. Her pussy felt so tight around him, and every inch of her walls were trying to make him cum.
Although he’d gotten used to fucking Fleur on a regular basis, there was just something so spectacular about her body that made him want to cum instantly. It took a substantial amount of willpower to hold back from doing that, but having a moaning Veela bouncing on his cock made the task all the more difficult.
“Do you like how everyone’s watching us?” Harry asked Fleur.
“Yes,” she moaned. She put an arm around the back of Harry’s neck to help balance herself. “I can feel their eyes all over us.”
“Imagine what they’ll look like when they see my cum dripping out of your pussy.”
Fleur giggled and moaned as Harry let her sink all the way back down onto his cock. As fun as it was showing her off like this, he wanted more. He wanted everyone to see him dominate her completely.
So, he moved one of his arms from beneath Fleur’s knee and instead grabbed onto her hip so that she was nearly perpendicular to him. She was still holding on around his neck to keep herself from falling over completely, but this new position allowed Harry much more thrusting power.
Once he was sure that his new grip was perfect, Harry started fucking Fleur again. He pumped his hips back and forth to slam into her pussy hard. With one of Fleur’s legs still up in the air, everyone in the stands still had a perfect view of the intense fucking Harry was giving her.
Fleur’s moans turned into screams of pleasure quickly as Harry picked up the pace. Every thrust was punctuated with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, which rang out loud throughout the stands.
“Harry!” Fleur cried out as she came around his cock.
That was the thing that pushed Harry over the edge as he came inside of Fleur’s tight pussy. He basked in the cheers from the crowd as he filled Fleur’s womb up with his cum, and everything felt perfect.
When he pulled out of her, he saw a thick glob of cum drip right out of her pussy and onto the ground below. Fleur looked so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she couldn’t stand on her own two legs. He had to help her down to the ground so that she could rest for a moment, breathing heavily as she fought to recover her composure.
“Erm, yes, well, that was all quite lovely,” Ludo Bagman announced as he hurried back to the stage, his eyes lingering on Fleur’s body. “But we do have a task to do.”
Oh, right, the task. Harry had nearly forgotten.
He turned his back to Fleur and started for the stage when suddenly everything went black.
It wasn’t until an hour later than Harry awoke to find Fleur’s grinning face above his. He was lying flat on his back on the stage in front of the maze.
“You might have a fantastic cock, but I’ll always come out ahead,” she laughed, holding up the Triwizard Cup. She set the cup down beside him and straddled his lap eagerly. “Now, let’s celebrate my victory, my love.”
Comments
Zitronen tee
Honestly had me entertained start to finish. I kinda like the more humorous tone.
Erinnyes
Yeeeeah... it was just too out there for me... funny though 😁
Kevin Thunder
I couldnt really get into this because it was a bit over the top LMAO. Didn't really feel like an Arctus fic. Started off good, though. I get what you mean by the porn logic lol.
