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“Hermione, have you seen Fleur?”
“She’s in her room, trying on her dress. Again.” Hermione rolled her eyes; Harry knew Fleur had been prancing around in her wedding dress for days now. “Why? Did you need me to tell her something?”
“No, that’s okay,” he said, waving her off. “I’ll tell her myself.”
“Really?” Hermione narrowed her eyes, and Harry wasn’t exactly surprised. He hadn’t had a one on one conversation with Fleur in, well, ever. “What’s wrong? You’re not worried about security, are you? Because the war’s over, Harry. You don’t need to worry about—“
“I’m not worried about that at all,” Harry said honestly. “We won, and the few Death Eaters who managed to evade the aurors aren’t about to launch an attack here, with so many powerful wizards and witches present. This isn’t about that. I just want to talk to her. You know, Triwizard champion to Triwizard champion.” He was sure Hermione meant well, but this was one occasion where he most certainly did not want her butting her nose into his business.
“If you say so,” Hermione said slowly. “Well, I think Mrs. Weasley needed some help with getting the yard ready, so I’ll be out there if you need me.”
“Okay, thanks,” he said, smiling at her. He wouldn’t be seeking Hermione’s advice on this at any point. If she had the slightest clue what he planned to do she would be horrified and disgusted with him. But that thought surprisingly didn’t bother him at all. Maybe it would have before, but not anymore. He was a different man than he’d been at this time last year, when Fleur and Bill were originally going to get married. That was good news for him, but horrible news for Bill. The Harry of a year ago would have ignored his lust for Fleur. The Harry of a year ago had also been stupid enough to think that Ginny Weasley gave a fuck about him.
But the Harry that stood here now, the Harry who had destroyed the horcruxes and killed a Dark Lord but watched helplessly via the Marauder’s Map while his so-called beloved cheated on him with someone else (and a bloody Slytherin at that!) wasn’t going to do the right thing, the noble thing. Any nobility that had once existed inside of Harry Potter died the first night that he saw Ginny’s dot on top of Blaise Zabini’s dot via the map (the first night of many), and then got stomped on even further when he saw her cuddling against him in the Great Hall after the battle.
Harry Potter was done doing things for others. Now he was going to take what he wanted.
Harry knocked on the door but didn’t wait for a response before he turned the knob, opened the door and stepped inside. Fleur whirled in surprise, and her long white wedding dress trailed behind her.
“Harry?” she said, surprised. “Do you need me for something?”
Oh, I need you more than you know, he thought to himself. And before the day is out I’m going to have you.
“No, I don’t need you for anything,” he said out loud. “I just wanted to chat with the beautiful bride.”
Fleur beamed; she had always been very proud of her appearance, and that pride was magnified by the dress that she wore. She really did look beautiful in her long white wedding dress, but to be fair she probably would have looked beautiful in a Weasley Christmas jumper and snow pants. Fleur Delacour was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen in his life; she was quite possibly the most beautiful woman on the planet. Harry, like pretty much anyone else who had ever met her, couldn’t help but admire that beauty. But he wasn’t going to merely admire it anymore.
“My dress is beautiful, no?” she said. She twirled around, letting him see her dress from every angle.
“Yes, very much so,” he said, nodding. “Though I think that’s less to do with the dress and more to do with the woman wearing it.”
Fleur’s gorgeous dark blue eyes widened in surprise at the flattery. That wasn’t a huge surprise to him; he hadn’t shown her, or anyone else really, his true self in the weeks since the end of the war. He’d been waiting for this very moment, allowing them to believe he was still the same old Harry he’d always been. It was going to make it all the more surprising to them when he showed them who he really was now.
“Ooh, it seems that you did more in the last year than simply defeat the Dark Lord,” Fleur said, sounding impressed. “When did shy young Harry become such a smooth talker?”
“A lot has changed in the last year,” he said. What an understatement that was, especially for him. His entire outlook on the world had changed in the last year. “The only thing that hasn’t changed is that you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
The veela still looked surprised to have him of all people flirting with her like this, but one thing he’d observed about her was that she loved being the center of attention. She loved having men fawn over her and throw themselves at her feet, and her flirtatious nature hadn’t gone away just because she was engaged to be married. Even now, days from her wedding, she reacted to his compliment with a flirtatious smile.
“You really have become a charmer,” she said. “Where was this Harry during the Triwizard tournament? Perhaps I would have taken you to the ball instead of Roger Davies. I am sure your company would have been infinitely preferable.”
“That would have been fun,” he said, smiling. It actually wouldn’t have been fun at all, for either of them. He had not only been hung up on Cho Chang but had been generally clueless about girls, and someone like Fleur who had several years on him would not have been impressed at all. “Imagine all the heads that would have turned if you walked in on my arm. The Boy-Who-Lived and the gorgeous French veela, Triwizard champions both, entering the ball together? The Daily Prophet would have eaten that up.”
“Oui,” she breathed. She’d gotten far better with her English pronunciation over the last year, and she rarely let any French slip in. That she’d done so now just showed how distracted she was by the picture he was putting in her head. She’d already turned enough heads at the Yule Ball, but walking in as his date instead of on the arm of a nobody like Davies would have drawn even more attention her way.
“They’d eat it up even more now,” he said. “The Man-Who-Conquered and the French flower together?” He’d stepped closer to her, nearly close enough for his fingertips to brush against her arm. His voice was just barely above a whisper now, and he could tell that Fleur was hanging on every word. “Just imagine how fast those papers would sell out with that front page.”
Fleur licked her lips and then shook her head, seemingly trying to shake herself out of the heated moment. He saw her eyes suddenly become hyper-focused, and he realized what she was doing. She was throwing the veela allure at him, and in full force. She was used to men being reduced to drooling messes when she focused her allure on them so completely as she was doing to him right now. Even a hint of it usually would make a man’s eyes go glassy and unfocused, but with this sort of blast Harry should have become incapable of speech or thought.
But Fleur had never tried to use her power on someone like him. For Harry, who had thrown off the fake Moody’s imperius curse at fourteen years old and had only grown into his power more since then, this was nothing. He smiled at her and shook his head, delighting in the open-mouthed shock on her face when she realized he still had his wits about him.
“Your powers don’t work on me, flower,” he said. He slowly reached his hand out, actually touching her now. She shivered as soon as his fingers brushed the bare skin of her arm, and he leaned his head in to hers, their noses nearly touching. “You’ve met your match.”
Fleur gasped, looking to be at a loss, and he smiled at having caught her so off-guard. She’d reacted to his flirting automatically, happy to play along as she always did. But now it was getting serious, and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.
Harry knew exactly what to do though. He wouldn’t have been a good match for her three or four years ago. He wouldn’t have even been a good match for her one year ago. But he felt confident that he could be exactly what she needed today, even if she wasn’t actually aware of what that was.
“I am about to be a married woman, ‘Arry,” she reminded him faintly. Her eyes darted back and forth between him and the door, like a spooked animal attempting to flee a predator. “A bit of play isn’t so bad, but do not forget that eet can never be more than zat.”
“Who said anything about playing?” he said. “I didn’t come up here for a little bit of playful flirting before I go out and help Molly Weasley de-gnome her garden for the thousandth time. I came up here to make you mine.”
“’Arry,” she whispered, sounding confused, frightened and aroused all at the same time. “Y-you cannot. William—ze Weasleys, who ‘ave always been so kind to you—“
“Fuck the Weasleys,” he said, shaking his head. “That slut Ginny tossed me out like rubbish, shacking up with Blaise fucking Zabini while I was out saving the world. And then when that flamed out, she actually expected me to take her back! And when I refused her mum told me I was being ridiculous; that it was just a folly of youth.”
Fleur winced; she had been the only member of the extended Weasley family to openly chastise Ginny for her decision, and the only one who had spoken up in his defense when Ginny (and Molly) tried to guilt him into taking her back. It had endeared her to him even more, and her support of him even in the face of overbearing Molly rushing in to protect her daughter had been what made him decide to take her away from a dull life as a Weasley broodmare and make her his woman instead. Some might think that his logic was flawed; that if he was truly grateful to her he shouldn’t swoop in and disrupt the life she’d planned for herself. Harry saw it very differently though. He was going to save Fleur from a boring life of Weasleydom and show her something different, something better.
“Ronald—he is like a brother to you, non?” she whispered, trying to grasp onto something, anything, that might make him stop what he was about to do. She’d already accepted that she wasn’t going to be able to pull away. Veela were notorious for being dominant in their relationships; always initiating, always in control. They loved to flirt, but it was always them who were in control. Until now.
“When Hermione and I needed him most, he walked out on us,” he said quietly. “Hermione forgave him. I didn’t. I might have allowed him to think I had. I might have allowed the Weasleys and the rest of the world to go on thinking that I was still the same old Harry, but now you know the truth, Fleur. The Weasleys can bugger off; I’m finished with them. I’m here for you.”
Harry’s free hand, the one that wasn’t rubbing Fleur’s arm, came up to touch her face. He touched her cheek and leaned his head in, covering the short distance separating them and pressing his lips to hers.
Fleur’s lips were sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted, but he didn’t content himself merely with kissing her. He put both hands on her cheeks and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips. She reacted automatically, her tongue meeting his while she moaned. The moan turned into more of a whimper when he pulled his hands away from her face and ran them down to rub her breasts through her wedding dress instead.
His hands moved down, and then he impatiently tugged her dress up so he could reach the skin underneath it. He reached around her body to squeeze her arse, and Fleur groaned and pulled her head away to break the kiss at last.
“Non, I cannot do zis,” she whispered guiltily. “I cannot cheat on William.”
"He's not the one for you," Harry said carelessly. He brought his hands back around to her front, holding her dress out of the way with one hand and running the other between her legs. He rubbed across her crotch through her pure white underwear, feeling her jump at the contact. Then he dipped his fingers inside of her knickers, and smiled at what he found there. "And your body seems to have accepted that already. Or are you going to try and convince me that you're wet for any reason other than that the thought of cheating on your soon to be husband with a real man excites you deep down?"
"Z-zat, I am not..." Fleur tried to argue against what he was saying, but her words weren't convincing from the beginning, and then she was reduced to a moan when he slipped one finger inside of her pussy.
"I'll make you a deal, Fleur," he said. He started to finger her, curling his finger back in a come hither motion and stroking her, making her moan. Her eyes looked back at him hazily. "If you can look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't want this, honestly don't want this, I'll pull away, leave this room and you can go on your merry way, marry your Weasley and pop out grandkids for Molly to smother."
She opened her mouth, looking like she was trying to make herself reject this pleasure and take him up on his offer, but no words came out. All she could manage was another moan as he fingered her, finding the angle that got the most enthusiastic reaction and rubbing his finger across it consistently, making her moan and sigh again and again.
"No?" he said, raising his eyebrows and smirking at her while continuing his concentrated, practiced fingering. He'd prepared for this moment, finding plenty of willing muggle girls to practice with in anonymity over the past months while he bided his time and waited for the most opportune moment to make Fleur his. "Then how about this? If you admit that you're turned on right now, turned on by giving up the control you've always held over any relationship and being submissive for the first time in your life, I'll give you more of this. Much, much more."
He watched her face closely, enjoying the warring emotions that crossed her flawless features. She wanted to deny him; she wanted to do the 'right' thing, the 'good' thing and remain faithful to her fiancée, and also to maintain the self-assured, haughty dominance that veela commanded over their romantic partnerships. But she was feeling something new right now, something she'd never expected, and it was leaving her feeling unmoored.
After a lifetime of being in control of the situation, now she found herself in the arms of a man who had the strength and willpower to completely flip the script. He wasn't some pompous, powerless boy like Davies. He wasn't even Bill Weasley, who might be a powerful and courageous wizard but wouldn't have lasted five seconds against Voldemort. He was Harry Potter, the man who'd killed the Dark Lord and ended the war, and he was no ordinary man. He'd shown that to her by throwing off her allure as casually as if it were a weak jinx cast by a first year student at Hogwarts, and now he was taking charge of her in a way no one else ever had. He could see how it was affecting her; could see the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, not to mention the lust brimming in those deep blue eyes.
Many men in his position might have panicked, worried that she would reject them after all. Harry wasn't at all concerned though. Fleur's silence didn't worry him in the least. He could already tell that he had her; her morals might be keeping her silent for the moment, but veela were sexual beings, and she wasn't going to be able to resist the way he was making her feel.
"Well? What's it going to be?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "Are you going to be a good little Weasley bride to be, or are you going to admit how turned on you are right now?"
She remained quiet for a second, but then she shook her head and admitted the truth that he'd already known. "I am turned on," she whispered. "I should not be. I am to be wed, and I am a veela besides; no veela should ever allow themselves to be passive in zeir love life. None of this should excite me." She bit her lower lip and stared into his eyes, admitting defeat. "But I need more, 'Arry. I need more of this, and damn the consequences!"
Harry grinned, pleased at his victory. He'd known it was coming, but that didn't make her admission any less sweet. Now it was time to enjoy the spoils of his success.
"You'll get more," he promised. He pulled his hand away from her groin, making her whine and pout at him. "But first you're going to get down on your knees."
Fleur dropped to her knees right away, obeying his order. She made for quite the picture, kneeling in front of him in her wedding dress. He knew that no man had ever had this beauty staring up at him in such a way; no man had ever been able to take control of her like this. He was the first, and he was going to be the only; he would make sure of that. By the time he was done with her she wouldn't even consider giving herself to anyone else like this.
Harry undid his trousers and pushed both them and his boxers down his legs, kicking them off when they were down around his ankles. He pulled his shirt off as well, but Fleur took no notice of his upper body. Her eyes were glued to his cock, which was already fully hard in anticipation of what was to come.
"See something you like?" he asked, smirking down at her as she goggled at his cock.
“Merlin,” she breathed. “It is so big!” Her shock only intensified when he slapped her across the face with his cock. She gasped and stared up at him as if she couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. “No man has ever dared to do something so disrespectful to me!” she hissed. She was trying to sound insulted, but he wasn’t fooled. He could see how it thrilled her.
“Get used to it,” he said, and he cockslapped her other cheek for good measure. “I’m not going to make love to you, Fleur. I’m not going to fall at your feet and worship you. I’m going to show you how good it can be when you let go, when you submit.”
He rubbed the head of his cock across her lips, both taunting her and letting her know exactly what he wanted from her. He was testing her a bit, wanting to see whether she would open up on her own or if he was going to have to come out and say it. To his immense satisfaction, she parted her lips for him. He hadn’t even needed to say it; she’d done it on her own. That was a very promising sign. She was coming along so quickly, and he hadn’t even really gotten started yet. Time to change that.
Harry put his hands on Fleur’s head and shoved his hips forward, stuffing his cock into her mouth. This wasn’t a mere insertion of his cockhead between her lips though; he didn’t slide it in a little bit and wait for her to suckle on it. Talented as he was sure Fleur Delacour had to be at sucking cock, he wasn’t interested in a blowjob right now. There would be plenty of other times for him to enjoy all of the pleasures Fleur could offer him after she became his, but right now he wanted to exert his dominance over her, and that didn’t entail passively sitting back and letting her wow him with her skills.
This was no blowjob; this was a facefuck. He ran his hands through her almost impossibly smooth silvery blonde hair, struggling to hold onto it at first until he managed to gather two handfuls with which to pull her into his thrusts. Her hands rested on his legs for lack of anything else to do, because she wasn’t in control of anything that was happening. He shoved his cock inside of her mouth and down her throat, making her gag around him as he held her down there. He wondered if any lover had ever heard Fleur gag like that, or any other veela for that matter. They were so used to keeping their composure and being in control that it was hard for him to picture any of them being driven to this.
The old Harry wouldn’t have dreamed of using a woman like this, but the Harry who had survived a war and killed a Dark Lord reveled in the power he held over her. He alternated his approach frequently throughout as well, enjoying some of the different ways he could make use of Fleur’s mouth.
At times he would focus on moving her head and sliding his cock back and forth as quickly as he could, moving fast enough and hard enough that his balls smacked against her chin every time he went deep. He loved that sound.
Other times he would force his cock down into her throat, keep it buried as deep as it would go and hold her head in place, making her gag around him and causing her eyes to tear up as her throat spasmed around his dick and tried to eject him, her body searching for oxygen that he was not allowing her to receive. He loved the sound of her gagging on his cock too. He couldn’t say which sound he enjoyed more between balls smacking chin or mouth choking on cock, but was very glad that he didn’t have to choose. He could enjoy both to his heart’s content.
It wasn’t just the sounds or the feel of fucking Fleur’s face that made this so pleasurable for him though. There was also the visual feast that she offered for him. Looking down at this gorgeous woman down on her knees for him while he fucked her face and forced her to deepthroat his cock would have been arousing enough in any situation, but having her do so while wearing her wedding dress made it so much better for him. She was set to become another man’s wife in mere days, or at least that was the plan. He wasn’t about to let that happen, but in this present time while she was still engaged to marry Bill Weasley, fucking her face while she was wearing her dress definitely added another element of satisfaction for him.
“When I saw you showing off this wedding dress, I couldn’t wait to have you down in front of me just like this,” he said, pulling on her hair while he continued to fuck her face. “You looked so beautiful. But I knew you would look even more beautiful once I was shoving my cock down your throat.” Some of her spit dribbled out of her mouth while he put her through her paces, and some of that spit ran down her chin and made it far enough down to stain her formerly pristine white wedding dress.
Whatever thoughts might have been running through Fleur’s head could not be articulated, because he wasn’t giving her any chance to relax, to breathe, to gather her wits. He fucked her face as roughly as he’d ever fucked any woman’s face before. He’d been preparing for this moment for months, practicing with muggle girl after muggle girl all so he would be capable of dominating this lovely veela and corrupting her, making her his. It had been more successful than he ever could have hoped for.
All that remained now was to decide how he was going to finish off with this facefuck. It wasn’t a very difficult decision for him though. As soon as he’d decided to claim her while she was wearing this dress he’d known exactly what he wanted to do. While cumming in her mouth, holding her head down and making her swallow all of his semen was a nice thought, and something he was going to make sure to do at a later time, he was going to make the most of this first time. He wasn’t lying when he said she looked beautiful in this dress; now he wanted to dirty it, and her.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and Fleur gasped and heaved for breath as soon as her throat was clear. She didn’t have much time to think about catching her breath or clearing her head, because he was about to give her something else to focus on. He’d cut it extremely close, waiting until the last possible second before pulling his cock out of her mouth, and he’d only just gotten it out before he began to blow.
Harry got his hand around his cock just in time to be able to aim it and control where his semen landed, and he had specific targets in mind. He took aim squarely at her face, coating her gorgeous veela features from forehead down to chin in his sticky semen. He’d intentionally abstained from sex for several days now, allowing his desire to build up in preparation for this moment. It all paid off wonderfully now, because he had plenty of cum with which to give her a facial to remember.
He didn’t even stop at her face. He went on for so long that he was able to go down and leave a couple of final jets of cum on the chest of her dress before he ran out at last. After he was done he sighed and took a good look at her, wanting to capture this moment in his mind’s eye.
Fleur Delacour, the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in his life, was kneeling on the carpet and gasping for breath. Her face was covered in his semen, and some of it dripped down into her open mouth. Her tongue came out and licked her lips periodically, and he wondered if she was even aware she was doing it. The chest of that once pristine white wedding dress that she’d been so proud of was sticky with his cum as well, and while part of him wished that the dress was a different color so it would stand out more, it was still easy enough for him to look down and see where he’d marked her.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful, Fleur,” he said. “I think you should replace that engagement picture that was in the Prophet with a shot of this instead. Why not show the wizarding world your true self?”
“My true self?” she mumbled, voice raw and breathless. It was the first time she’d spoken since his cock first went between her lips.
“Yes,” he said, nodding. “This is who you are now. You’re not some boring bride and future Weasley housewife. You cheated on your fiancée in his childhood home, while he’s probably outside doing whatever menial task his mother saddled him with. You got facefucked and took a facial; you even have my cum on your wedding dress. You’re a slut, Fleur.”
“Non,” she said weakly. He could see how conflicted she was. This went against everything she used to know. Before he’d walked into this room she’d believed that she was going to marry Bill Weasley and be blissfully happy, and she’d also believed that it was her destiny as a veela to have every man, her husband included, tripping over their own feet in their haste to worship her. But he was showing her how different things could actually be, and though she was struggling to let go of the past, there was no denying how excited she was by the new life he was presenting to her.
“Yes, Fleur,” he said, smiling down at her. “Or should I say oui?” She bit her lip, unsure of what to say. That was okay; he knew just what to say and just what to do. “You want to see what comes next, don’t you? You want to find out what it feels like to be fucked.”
She’d obviously had sex plenty of times before this; veela were extremely sexual beings. But she’d never truly been fucked. She’d never been with a man who had what it took to put her on her back (or her knees, whatever) and fuck her hard. She was so used to being in control that it was probably hard for her to fathom the situation she now found herself in. She knew that she wanted it though; she wanted to feel more of it. She wanted to find out where this was going to lead.
That was why when he reached his hand down to her, she took it without hesitation and allowed him to pull her up to her feet. There were still obvious signs of nervousness on her face, but there was excitement there too. She was along for the ride, and by the time it was over he knew she would never want to turn back around.
He‘d been thinking about this for so long now, trying to decide how he wanted to fuck her. He knew he wanted to start with the facefuck and a nice facial at the end, and he’d already accomplished that goal. But when it came to the sex itself he hadn’t been able to decide how he wanted to proceed. There were just so many options, so many positions he could take her in, and it was impossible for him to decide what would be best. He’d eventually settled on not actually making a decision ahead of time and just doing whatever felt right in the moment.
While there was a part of him that wanted to spread her out on the bed, get on top and take her missionary style while she was wearing her dress in a bit of mockery of what one might expect to happen on a wedding night, that didn’t feel nearly exciting enough for what he was here to do. He was here to dominate her, and boring old missionary just wasn’t going to cut it.
Harry reached underneath her dress and tugged her knickers down her body, and she showed her growing desire for what was about to happen by hiking her dress up and holding it out of the way to make his job easier. He was happy to see it, but even happier at how she moaned when he picked her up into his arms and carried her over towards the wall. He pinned her back against it and shifted his hips around until his cock hit its intended target, and then he pushed forward inside of her.
“Fuck!” Fleur cried out as he entered her with an emphatic thrust. “Eet is so big!”
“Bigger than your would-be husband’s?” he asked, pausing with his cock about halfway inside of her while he waited for her to answer the question. He’d seen her reaction when he whipped it out to begin with so it was a question he already knew the answer to, but he wanted to hear her say it regardless. This was all about proving beyond all doubt that he was the man for her, the only man who could give her the kind of rough shag she deserved, and having her verbalize it all out loud would help her accept it.
“Oui,” she said. The answer came out far faster this time, and he didn’t see nearly as much discomfort or hesitance on her face as she said it. She was already starting to leave her old self behind and warm up to the new and exciting life he was here to show her. “You are bigger. Bigger zan William, and everyone else I have ever been with.”
“And I know what to do with it, too,” he boasted. “I just gave you a little taste of that, but now I’ll show you for real.”
He pulled his hips back and thrust back in, driving his cock deep inside of her again. She moaned in clear excitement, and that moan got even louder when he repeated the process again, giving her another big thrust that rocked her back against the wall behind her.
“Yes, ‘Arry!” she moaned. “Yes, oui, give it to me! Fuck me!”
How quickly she’d gone from the haughty veela who always sought to drive men wild to a wanton woman who couldn’t get enough of his cock, a slut that couldn’t have cared less that she was wearing her wedding dress and getting shagged silly by a man who was most certainly not her fiancée.
Speaking of her wedding dress, while fucking her like this was high on the erotic scale, it was causing some problems he hadn’t foreseen. The biggest issue was that Fleur was getting so wrapped up in enjoying the fucking she was taking that she frequently forgot to make sure the bottom of the dress was lifted up far enough to be out of his way, and then she abandoned it altogether in favor of wrapping her arms around his neck while he fucked her. He didn’t think that asking her or even telling her to pay more attention would do much good. He couldn’t exactly blame her for her struggles, and that she was so distracted just spoke to how well he was doing. But that didn’t make the long, flowing dress any less of an obstacle.
Harry wasn’t going to let anything get in his way though, so he decided he would just have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. He grabbed the bottom of her dress in his hands and gave it a tear, ripping the soft material away so there was a gaping slit down the middle, offering him much easier access to everything he wanted. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; her breasts weren’t free just yet. But that could wait for later, if the mood struck him. Right now he had a job to do and he wouldn’t let himself be distracted.
“M-my dress!” Fleur gasped, looking down in shock at the great tear he’d just created in her wedding dress. Then she looked back up into his eyes and shook her head, not able to believe what he’d just done. “You ripped it.” She didn’t shout or raise her voice; she didn’t sound upset like a woman might be expected to if someone had just ruined something so precious to them. It was like she didn’t know what to think, or maybe he’d fucked her so hard that she wasn’t really capable of getting a grasp on her emotions at the moment.
“It was in my way,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. And it did, at least as far as he was concerned. Nothing was going to stop him from fucking Fleur Delacour and making her his right now. The entire Weasley family could walk through that door right now and he wouldn’t even slow down. In fact he kind of hoped at least one of them would walk in on them at some point. Let them see this. Let them see his true self, and Fleur’s as well.
With the dress now out of his way Harry was free to focus on the sheer pleasure of fucking Fleur Delacour, and what a feeling it was. Being inside of her was exquisite; her pussy was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He was profoundly glad that he’d spent so many nights fucking willing, horny muggle women to prepare for this and learn how to handle himself, because if he’d tried to prove himself to Fleur without that experience all of his boasting would have fallen flat.
Her pussy was hard to describe. It wasn’t the tightest he’d ever been in, but one thought to that skinny brunette bartender he’d shagged told him that was for the best. There was such a thing as too tight, and he’d felt that for himself as he struggled mightily to get his cock all the way in or move it back and forth with any sort of intensity. But by no means could Fleur be called loose either. Her pussy felt like it was made just for him, pressing around him, welcoming him in and offering just the right amount of tightness while still allowing him to smoothly thrust into her at his own rough pace. She was, quite simply, perfection.
Being inside of her helped him fully understand what all the books said about veela and their dominant nature in the bedroom. Of course they were used to making men submit to them; who could ever hope to last for more than a few seconds inside of a woman who felt this good? But Harry was no ordinary man. He’d been proving that for years; he’d showcased his iron will time and time again, and this was yet one more example of what he could accomplish when he was determined enough.
Anyone else surely would have cum inside of her within seconds, but Harry fucked her hard and fucked her well. His hips smacked against her and his cock drove into her time after time, not relenting at all as the thrusts accumulated and the minutes ticked by. He was determined not just to last, but to fuck an orgasm out of her. And as Fleur’s moans got louder and more desperate, he could tell he was on the verge of accomplishing his goal.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you Fleur?” he asked knowingly. He’d heard moans like that enough know to recognize that a climax was coming soon, but they’d never sounded so sweet as they sounded coming from Fleur’s mouth.
“Oui!” she said through a groan. He thought about warning her to keep it down, but what was the point? He didn’t care all that much about getting caught, and even if he did the thumping of her body rocking against the wall behind her were probably the bigger concern.
“You’re going to cum on my cock, aren’t you?” he said. “You’re going to cum on the cock of a man other than your husband days before your wedding, aren’t you, you little slut?”
“Oui!” she said, moaning even louder. Before he’d sent her to her knees she would have likely tried to use her veela fireballs to incinerate anyone who dared call her a slut, but she didn’t mind it at all now, at least not from him. She was too far gone to care about her own pride at this point; she just wanted him to keep fucking her until he brought her the release she could feel right around the corner. “I am your slut, ‘Arry; I am whatever you want me to be! Just keep fucking me! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Stopping was the last thing he was going to do. He kept going, hammering into Fleur every bit as hard as he had been and doing his best to pound her straight through the wall. He was rewarded for his perseverance when she started to moan into his ear in what sounded like a string of French. He didn’t know the language well and so had no real clue what she was saying, but her breathy voice moaning and babbling in pleasure was erotic in any language.
It wasn’t always easy to tell when a woman came, at least not physically. Fleur left no room for doubt though. Her pussy squeezed him tighter than her arms were squeezing his neck; it felt as if her body was trying to milk his own orgasm out of his cock to join her. He had to rely on his stubborn determination to avoid giving in to that temptation. While he fully intended to pump her fertile womb full of his seed before he was through with her, now wasn’t the time. He still had more climaxes to fuck out of her first.
“You are not done?” a stunned Fleur whispered as he walked her away from the wall, still holding her in his arms and his cock still very erect inside of her pussy. “No man has ever been able to do zis.”
“Get used to it,” he said. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He shoved the remnants of her dress out of the way so he could hold her by her perfect apple bottom while he tried to decide how he wanted to fuck her next. There were so many positions he could turn to; so many different ways he wanted to fuck her. He would get to them all with her sooner or later, but what would be most fun while she was still wearing what remained of her wedding dress?
A noise from outside caught his attention, and he carry-fucked Fleur over to look out the window. Bill was out in the yard, standing on the ground and tossing a quaffle around with Ron and Giiny. Apparently the siblings had gotten tired of doing whatever chore their mother had tasked them with and had now turned to this to amuse themselves. A slow grin spread on Harry’s face as he hit upon the perfect way to find his own amusement, and hammer home her new place in life into Fleur’s head at the same time.
He pulled his cock out of her for the briefest of moments so he could spin her around in his arms. Once her back was against his chest he hooked his arms underneath her smooth thighs and carried her the short distance over to the window. She gasped when she saw what he’d seen. The three Weasley siblings were just below them. All they needed to do was look up and they would see the bride to be, her dress torn and cum covering her face as she was claimed by her new lover.
“’Arry,” she said weakly, but whatever she was going to say next was lost as he slid his cock back inside of her and forced a groan out of her. He held her sexy body in his arms and bounced her on his cock, enjoying the chance to move her after keeping her pinned to the wall while he fucked her before.
“Look down there, Fleur,” he said. “Look out the window and watch your poor clueless fiancée screwing around with his siblings. Little does he know what a little slut he proposed to, huh?”
Fleur whined, but he was pretty sure she wasn’t upset about him calling her a slut. She was too focused on the cock filling her up to worry about her morals or reputation anymore. If anything she was probably close to the point where him fucking her right in front of her fiancée would only excite her. Time to put that to the test.
“Just think about it, Fleur,” he said, taunting her as he continued to bounce her body on his cock. “All he’d have to do is look up and he’d see you getting the fuck of your life. He’s probably done whatever you want in bed, huh? He’s been happy to get on his back and have you ride him for a minute or two before it gets to be too much for him and he cums inside of you.”
Fleur said nothing but he saw her nod her head slightly, moving it more than it was naturally getting rocked as he bounced her body on his cock.
“If only he knew what you were really like underneath it all,” Harry grunted. “But he’d never be able to bring out this side of you, would he? No one else could. No one else but me could have fucked you like this.”
She moaned and whined as he fucked her in front of the window, saying nothing to contradict him or defend the man she’d promised to marry. She didn’t even think of asking him to put her down, or at least pull her away from the window so there was no chance of Bill looking up and seeing what he was doing to her. She was too absorbed in the way Harry was making her feel. With every thrust of his cock, with every time her body was shifted down onto his cock, she was caring less and less about what she used to think or feel.
The Fleur of earlier that day would have been aghast at the thought of cheating on Bill, of having her wedding dress ripped and ruined and stained with semen while she was dominated in a way that no veela should ever allow herself to be dominated. And being fucked right in front of a window with her fiancée just outside, where all he would need to do is look up and he’d be able to clearly see what was happening to his future wife? That would have horrified the old Fleur. But as for the new Fleur…
“Oui, oui, oui!” she moaned. “Yes, ‘Arry, oui!”
Those were the last words she spoke for quite some time, or at least the last ones that were actually understandable. After that she descended into rather mindless moaning and panting as he fucked her to her second orgasm of the day. She squeezed around him so tightly once again, and the urge to shoot his seed inside of her was almost overpowering. He had to bite his lip and will his body not to give in, because as tempting as it was to pump her full of his cum right then and there, the time wasn’t right yet. Her transformation into his slut wasn’t complete just yet. It was close, but he still had a little ways left to go.
He held her down on his cock, waiting for her climax to fade before he took this to the next stage. He already had an idea on what he was going to do; he’d thought of it as soon as he walked into the room.
“Say goodbye to clueless William,” he said, holding her in front of the window for a few seconds more before he finally walked her away. Bill hadn’t looked up, and neither had Ron or Ginny. They were still tossing the quaffle around, blissfully unaware of what was happening above them. They would learn the truth soon enough though; they all would.
Harry kept his cock inside of Fleur, carrying her across the room until they were standing in front of a mirror. It was the very same mirror she had been posing in front of to admire her dress when he’d walked into the room earlier, and he wanted her to admire herself in front of it once again.
He adjusted her body so she was horizontal in the air, his hands holding her by the waist to support her. Her legs were stretched out and leaning against his back, and she grabbed onto his elbows for additional support as he started to fuck her again. It was a fun position, not to mention an active one; he would not have been able to pull this off with her busty body without the work he’d done to build his physical strength recently. And while showing off that strength was a definite plus, it wasn’t why he’d chosen this position at this time. This was all about putting her right up against the mirror and letting her see herself as she was fucked for the first time in her life. He wanted her to see what he was transforming her into while it was happening. Then, and only then, would his victory be assured.
“Take a good look at yourself, Fleur,” he said as he started to fuck her once more. “Look in that mirror and tell me what you see.”
He was able to see into the mirror easily enough as well, and he knew what she would see. She would see the dazed, well-fucked expression on her face that was covered in drying semen. She would see her wedding dress, torn and dirtied by his cum. She would see exactly what he wanted her to see: his dominance over her.
“I see a slut!” she groaned, and he didn’t think anyone had ever said that word with such relish, especially when talking about themselves.
“And whose slut are you, Fleur?” he said, demanding an answer from her as he pumped his cock inside of her, thumping against her arse every time he pushed forward. “Are you Bill’s slut?”
“Non!” she whined. “Yours! I am your slut, ‘Arry! Yours!”
It was music to Harry’s ears. It was what he’d been waiting to hear from her for months; it was what he’d been preparing for. He’d decided that he wanted Fleur to be his and had worked to make it happen, and now he was getting his reward.
He fucked her in silence for the next few minutes. Well, near-silence anyway; they weren’t speaking, but she was moaning and babbling in French as she stared into the mirror and admired her own reflection. Fleur had never been shy around mirrors, and why should she have been? She was absolutely gorgeous, she knew it and was proud of it. But she’d never seen herself like this, and she couldn’t look away.
“Cum in me!” she said hoarsely. “Cum inside me, ‘Arry! Fill me up, please! Give it all to me!”
Harry chuckled, pleased at how well this was going. He’d been hoping to make her beg for it, but he hadn’t expected her to start doing it all on her own without any prompting from him.
“That would be hot, wouldn’t it?” he said. “Imagine me knocking you up right now, while you’re wearing your wedding dress. Or what remains of it anyway. Do you want that, Fleur? Do you want me to knock you up?”
“Oui!” she said. “Oui, yes, yes, do it, ‘Arry!”
“I’d love to, Fleur,” he said. He was close to doing so too; it was only the tight control he was exerting that had allowed him to avoid cumming inside of her minutes earlier. “But I’m not going to do that. You’re getting married, and I’m not going to waste my semen if you’re just going to use it to pop out a Weasley.”
“I won’t marry ‘im!” she said right away. “I will leave William and call off ze wedding! I am yours, ‘Arry! All yours!”
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he said. “Are you using protection that’s going to get in our way?”
Fleur pulled one of her hands off of his elbow and waved it across her abdomen, resulting in a light blue glow for a second or two. It wasn’t anything like Harry had ever seen before; like no sort of magical birth control he was aware of. This must be some sort of veela secret.
“It is gone now,” she whispered. “Now do it, ‘Arry! Breed me!”
With those words said, Harry’s victory was complete. She was all his now, and he was free to take that final step and impregnate her. He allowed the tight control he’d been holding over himself to slip at last, and the orgasm that he’d been holding back on for what had only been minutes but felt like forever was unleashed at last.
Harry groaned from deep inside of his chest as he finally allowed himself to cum inside of the exquisite pussy of the woman he’d secretly lusted after for years and had actively planned to make his ever since he ended the war. All of his effort, study and practice was richly rewarded in that moment, because he’d never felt anything in his life that was as pleasant or as satisfying as cumming directly inside of Fleur’s amazing veela body. With any luck he was succeeding and impregnating her then and there, and even if he didn’t, that would come soon enough. Fleur would be taking plenty of cum inside of her from that point on now that she was finally his.
She would be thrilled with that, he knew. She was moaning loudly once again; apparently his creampie, as well as the knowledge of what it might do to her now that she’d removed whatever veela protection she’d had over her, had driven her to her third orgasm of the day. Her reaction was somewhat muted just because she didn’t seem to have much strength left, but he knew that he’d gotten to her. She was his; it was finished.
Harry pulled his cock out of Fleur and helped her back onto her feet. She would have collapsed to her knees right away if he hadn’t been there to catch her, and he chuckled at how little energy she actually had remaining. She was a veela; she was used to always being in control of the situation. It was likely that a man had never even come close to lasting long enough to make her feel winded, never mind take charge and fuck her to the point of exhaustion. It had been a long and tiring day for Fleur Delacour, and she buried her face against his neck and burrowed into him as he picked her up and carried her over towards the bed. He carried her over bridal style, and he smiled to himself at the irony.
He considered simply leaving it there, either putting her down and letting her rest whule he waited for someone to come and find them, or just apparating away on the spot and taking her with him. But by the time he’d actually made it over to the bed he’d already decided against both of those options. Being with Fleur filled him with more vitality than he’d ever felt, and even after everything he’d just done and the two big loads of cum that were on her face and dress and inside of her womb he still felt sure that he would be able to get hard again soon enough. This woman inspired him; she brought out the best in him. Or was it the worst?
Fleur got only a few minutes to catch her breath on the bed before he rolled her over onto her stomach. She whined in her throat weakly when she felt his once again erect cock rubbing against her.
“More?” she whispered. “How is zis possible? Did you take a potion?”
“No,” he said honestly. That would have felt like cheating in a way; he wanted to dominate Fleur naturally, with only his own strength and ability. “I just couldn’t leave it at that; not when you still need to be punished.”
“Punished?” she asked, picking her head up off of the bed and looking back at him in confusion. “I am to be punished?”
“Yes you are,” he said with a nod. He gave her a little swat on the arse. “Now get up onto your hands and knees so we can get on with it.”
Fleur gave a little groan of protest but moved her tired body regardless, pushing up onto her hands and knees. Harry nodded in approval, both of her compliance and of the lovely bum he was now presented with. And speaking of that lovely bum, it was time to prepare it for what was to come.
Showing off a bit of wandless magic, he waved his hand above her and cast a spell that he had gotten quite proficient at over the last month or so. Fleur gasped at the cooling, cleansing sensation that ran through her body as he cleaned and lubricated her bum.
"Have you ever had someone inside of your arse, Fleur?" he asked, grabbing her cheeks in both hands and giving her a squeeze.
"Non," she said faintly. "It is not proper for a veela to debase herself in such a way."
"I see." He didn't show it, but inwardly he was pleased to hear it. While he'd already used her mouth and her pussy like no one else ever had, he enjoyed knowing that he would be the first man to bugger her. He would be the first and only man to use Fleur Delacour's perfect arse. "And are you going to try and talk me out of buggering you?"
She shook her head. "I am yours now; all yours. If you want it, use it."
"Oh, I'm going to," he said. He kept both hands on her cheeks and held her steady while he nudged the head of his cock up against her anus and rocked forward.
Fleur groaned when he penetrated her, and it was a sentiment Harry shared. This wasn't his first experience with anal sex like it was for her, but her tightness was unlike any other. It was going to be more of a challenge to claim this hole, but that was okay. This was a challenge he would take on happily.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since the tournament,” he said. “So many times I thought about punishing you for how much of a haughty bitch you were back then.” He pulled his right hand off of her arsecheek only to bring it back down, delivering a firm spank that resounded throughout the room and made her gasp.
“You deserve this,” he said, giving her pert cheek another smack and then thrusting his hips against her harder, making her take more of his cock inside of her bum. “You deserve to be punished for how you acted back then.”
Fleur gasped and groaned as he alternated between buggering her tight hole and smacking the cheeks of her arse with open-handed swats, but she didn’t complain. Whether she agreed that she deserved to be punished or not, she did not speak up or plead with him to stop. She was completely his now, and if he said she deserved to be punished she was going to go along with it.
Harry really got into the act of breaking her in, claiming her final virgin hole and punishing her for looking down on him during the early stages of the Triwizard tournament. He slid his cock back and forth inside of her tight bum and spanked her lovely cheeks repeatedly, moving back and forth between them at random intervals but constantly keeping them coming and not letting up on the force behind his swing even once. He could see her lovely bum beginning to glow bright red, but that didn’t stop him.
“You should beg for my forgiveness,” he decided in between spanks. “Apologize for calling me a leetle boy and acting like you were so far above me.”
“I-I’m sorry!” she said, and then she groaned when he gave her another hard spank to the left cheek before thrusting his cock deep inside of her rear again. “I should not ‘ave called you a leetle boy! Please forgive me!” Three more spanks rang out one after the other. “You are anything but leetle! You are all man now! My man!”
“I suppose I can forgive you, since you were so honest just now,” he said. He paused both the spanking and the taunting for about a minute or so to focus strictly on the buggering, but he couldn’t resist any of it for long. “It’s good that you finally admitted it, though we both already knew the truth anyway, didn’t we? It was obvious you were never superior to me in any way.” He gave her a couple of quick spanks, making her reddened arse jiggle, and then went right back to taunting her.
“You were a full-grown adult, a magically mature witch, and I was only fourteen years old. And I still outshone you in every task.” He delivered six hard spanks, three across each cheek, and then went right back to thrusting his cock into her. “Not only did I get more points than you in the first task, I had to save your own hostage from the lake for you. You thanked me with a kiss on the cheek, but if you really wanted to show your appreciation you should have sucked my cock instead.”
He doubted fourteen year old him would have had any clue what to do if she’d actually tried to thank him in that way, especially if she’d done so out by the lake with everyone watching, but it was fun to fantasize. It was even more fun to bugger her and spank her arse raw in reality though, so he made sure to never let up on either of those endeavors even as he continued to taunt her.
“I was just a fourth year and I still won the tournament,” he said. Co-won it, actually, but that wasn’t worth pointing out right now, and she’d come nowhere near the cup so it didn’t matter in any event. “I didn’t even keep the thousand galleons, you know. But all these years later, I’m finally claiming the real prize.”
“Oui!” she said as he gave her another spank. “I am your prize, ‘Arry!” Harry smiled at her agreement and continued to bugger her. This day really couldn’t have gone any better.
The sound of the door opening caught his attention. He’d deliberately left the door unlocked, wanting to leave open the possibility that someone might walk in on them in the middle of their forbidden tryst, and now it seemed that it was actually happening. He looked up, curious to see who was about to get an eyeful of him buggering the would-be Weasley bride in the Burrow, but he wasn’t about to stop fucking her arse or spanking her.
“Fleur?!” Her mother, Apolline Delacour, stood in the doorway, shocked blue eyes staring at the unbelievable sight in front of her. The glass of tea she’d been holding slipped out of her hand and spilled on the carpet, but she didn’t so much as look down. She couldn’t look away from the sight of her eldest daughter getting buggered in what remained of her wedding dress.
“Welcome, Mrs. Delacour,” Harry said casually. “Sorry, but Fleur’s a little busy right now.” He didn’t pause in his thrusting or cease his spanks now that Fleur’s mother was in the room. His response was actually exactly the opposite. He buggered her even harder than before, and the sound of palm striking arse was at its loudest point yet.
Apolline didn’t look at him or acknowledge his words in any way as he had his way with her daughter. She focused only on her veela daughter. “Fleur, what are you doing?!” she hissed. Zis is not proper behavior for a veela, or a woman who will be wed in two days!”
“I am not marrying William!” Fleur said without shame. “I will not; I cannot marry him! Not now zat I have found the one I belong to.”
Apolline looked even more dismayed now. “Non! Listen to yourself, Fleur! No veela should be saying such things! You cannot belong to any man! We are veela!”
Harry snorted, amused that Fleur’s mother was apparently more upset about her submitting and abandoning the veela tradition of dominance than she was about her cheating on her husband days before their wedding and stating her intention of breaking off their engagement. Whatever; he was happy to make her betray both of those expectations as she embraced her new life.
“You cannot understand, maman,” Fleur said. Her voice was raspy but there was a surprising strength to it as well as she spoke to her mother. “You do not know what eet feels like to be wiz someone who can be so dominant. Zere is no turning back, not anymore. I am ‘Arry’s now. His lover, his bride, his fuck toy; whatever he wants me to be, I am his.”
Harry had already known this was the case; it was the entire point of this. But hearing her say it out loud and without a hint of shame, doubt or reluctance, in front of her own mother, was as perfect a way to end this day as any he could have come up with. Moments after she’d declared that her place was at his side, he thrust his cock deep into her arse one more time, held himself inside of her and shot his cum inside of her arse. Fleur let out an erotic moan of pleasure as she felt it, not caring at all that her mother was watching her and seeing how pleased she was to take a load of semen up her bum.
He pulled his cock out of her slowly, feeling fatigue catching up to him slightly. He wanted a nap, but now that they’d been discovered this wasn’t going to be an ideal place for a rest. Much as he would have enjoyed seeing the reaction of the Weasleys when they learned what had happened, he would have to leave it up to Apolline to break the news.
“See you soon,” he said, waving to Fleur’s mother. He wandlessly summoned both his and Fleur’s wands into his hand, and then he wrapped his arm around his new lover’s sweaty body and apparated them both away from the Burrow and back to his home.
Make that their home now, because he wouldn’t be letting go of this prize now that he’d finally claimed it.
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“That’s good, flower.” The gorgeous head of silver-blonde hair bobbed in his lap, and Harry threw his head back and groaned. “That’s really good. This is how you should have thanked me after I pulled Gabrielle from the lake.”
To enhance the fantasy of Fleur sucking him off in gratitude back during the Triwizard tournament, she was wearing her old light blue Beauxbatons uniform, though he’d taken off the hat right away so he could run his hands through her silky hair and occasionally pull her head down on his cock. He didn’t need to do much to guide her or force her though, because she was doing a fantastic job of taking care of him all on her own. Fleur had already been a skilled cocksucker when she came to him, and she had only gotten better since then.
There was one thing that did betray that this was just a fantasy though, and that was the slight swell of her stomach underneath the uniform. It wasn’t too noticeable yet, but her belly was only going to get bigger as her pregnancy continued.
He almost snapped at her when she pulled her mouth off of his cock, but two things held his tongue. One was that she playfully squeezed his balls, making sure that she was still taking care of him. The other was the naughty smile on her face. He’d gotten to know that look very well since she’d become his, and he knew that whatever she had in mind was sure to be fun for them both.
“You know, Tonks’ anniversary party is coming up soon,” Fleur pointed out.
“I’m aware,” he said. Remus, much like the bulk of the Weasley clan, had barely spoken to him since he’d claimed Fleur as his own. He could still remember that it had been just about two years since the older man had somehow married Nymphadora Tonks though.
“You could seduce her,” Fleur suggested. “Like you did to me.” She took her free hand, the one that wasn’t playing with his balls, and brought it down to rub her belly. “I know she would like a baby, but Remus is too much of a coward to actually give her one. Why don’t you give it to her? You could make her happy.”
“I could,” he mused. That was interesting. He hadn’t really planned on trying to seduce anyone else (though he’d already assumed Fleur would have no problem with it), but her thought held its appeal. His goodwill towards his former DADA professor had started to fade even before he’d sided with the Weasleys when Harry claimed Fleur as his and made her happier than Bill ever could have.
He’d come to resent Lupin for making no attempt to check up on him as a child, when he’d been stuck with the Dursleys and Remus had been the only one of the Marauders who actually had his freedom. He’d blindly trusted in Dumbledore; still did in fact, even years after the man’s death. Harry was no longer in a mood to forgive Dumbledore’s machinations in his life, or tolerate people who still defended the old manipulative prick. Striking a blow at Remus in repayment for forgetting about him for over a decade sounded like a great idea to Harry.
And Tonks would be a great catch too. Fleur was the most beautiful woman in the world, but Tonks could be any woman she felt like being (or he asked her to be.) As much fun as he was having with Fleur, adding Tonks in on the fun would open up so many new possibilities for them to explore.
“That is a great idea, flower,” he said. “Let me give you your reward.”
She beamed proudly, nuzzled his cock and then took it back between her lips. She went back to sucking him, bobbing her head all the way down, taking him into her throat and holding him there. She shook her head from side to side and hummed around his cock, doing her very best to get him off and claim her reward.
Harry gave it to her with a grunt, grabbing onto the back of her head and holding her down so she would take it all, not that she would have gone anywhere. Her eyes were bright and happy as his cum poured down her throat, and he had to pull her off of his cock after he was done.
“I cannot wait for Tonks to join us,” she said, smiling up at him from her knees as he patted her cheek. “It will be so much fun, for all of us!”
Harry had known he was making a good choice when he decided to steal Fleur away from her undeserving fiancée, but she continued to impress him day by day. She’d not only met but surpassed his expectations of her in the bedroom, and now she had given him an idea so perfect that he could have kicked himself for not thinking of it on his own. Tonks would be the perfect addition to their life and their bed.
“I can’t wait either.”