Harry Potter: Unleashed: Uncensored - Chapter 9 - Reunion With Fleur - CH 32

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All characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

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Chapter 9 - Reunion With Fleur - CH 32

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The story up until now:

After Harry saved hundreds of lives during an extremely lethal magical firefight with Bartemius Crouch Junior, Fleur’s Veela instincts caused her to react very poorly to all of the danger he exposed himself to on other people’s behalf. Over the last two chapters, Fleur has been holed up in her bedroom coming to terms with her new Full-Blood Veela constitution, and all of the effects it was having upon her mental state. Possessive, territorial and protective in the extreme, Fleur needed to confront her inner Veela to regain control of her rationality. 

Now Harry and Fleur are reunited, they’ve apologized to each other, they’ve met mind to mind in the soul-bond that they share, they are laying together in her rooms in the carriage.

Fleur is asleep atop Harry’s chest, and he is waiting for her to return to consciousness. He does not want Fleur to continue beating herself up over recent events. He desires to distract her, as he already knows that reasoning with her will be of little use.

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At around two Pm, Harry saw signs that Fleur was waking up, at which point he immediately began the process of delivering a comforting trifecta of epic proportions because Fleur was bound to be just a little… out of sorts. He began rubbing her back using her own senses to tell him what muscles most needed smoothing out, while projecting desperate amounts of love through both bond and shroud, because he had no intention of playing fair. He was going to render Fleur down to mush before she can even get started. 

Bring it on.

“Mmmnnooo... mmahusband I... I get eet 'Arry... you love me…. Must you be so unfair? You know very well I feel guilty... and angry... you... a prophesied ‘ero… You know zis. Ooohhh you are cheating, 'Arry... na uhhohh... Arr..riiee… che... eea... ter...”

Fleur had melted back into his chest and was dozing again.

Harry did a very, very quiet mental fist pump.

Half an hour later, the naked woman sleeping upon his chest rose to consciousness again and fought tooth and nail to remain that way in the face of Harry’s determined onslaught of relaxing actions. “Nnnooo I am awake,” Fleur declared while rubbing her face down into his chest. “You will ‘ear me weep and wail and you will like eet dammit.”

“I highly doubt I’ll like it, Fleur.” Harry couldn’t help making the rejoinder because what his wife had just said was completely ridiculous.

“Zat’s ze spirit, 'Arry,” Fleur cheered while leaning forward into his neck. “Let us 'aave a rousing... conversation... about zis past week.”

“Where would my lady like to begin?” Harry groaned in defeat.

“First, I will apologize for letting you down like I did, and zen you will graciously say zink nozzing of eet, making light of my feelings and angering me,” Fleur loudly and sharply predicted. “Zen we shall argue because you zink I am being unreasonable and just want what’s best for me. I will say somezing dumb like well eet ees obvious to me zat I drove you away, because you were flirting with at least two women zat I know of zis week while I was avoiding you. Zen you will be alarmed and on ze defensive and ze argument will get even worse.”

By this point, Harry was officially being left behind in this transaction, and he didn’t even know where to begin. “Umm Fleur... You’ve experienced all of my memories, which means you know all my interactions with women were harmless…”

“Does not matter,” Fleur replied while shaking her head into Harry’s neck and shoulder. “I will use ze fact zat you met two random women as a smokescreen to continue an argument because I desire you to be angry at me. I will actively try to rile you up. Ze fact zat my eenner Veela nature ees jealous of and completely despises zese women makes zem prime targets for attack.”

“If I understand you correctly, you know you shouldn’t be torturing yourself for what went wrong, and you know I haven’t done anything wrong, and yet you’re determined to have a messy argument to assuage some perverse and senseless guilt,” Harry described, his bicep muscles tightening because Fleur was trying to rise to her knees upon the bed. Without a doubt, if Fleur got free, she would pace, prowl and build up steam before launching into some kind of rant.

“Senseless or not I will do what I must and you… cannot… stop me,” Fleur announced while squirming free of the arms restraining her.

With a growl of frustration, Harry threw away the playbook in order to respond to his wife's unstated wishes, grabbing her by the sides of her face, holding her completely still, and piercing her with his eyes with a very commanding expression upon his face. “Fleur! Enough!... I will no longer wait patiently for you to rant and rave about things we have no control over! I’m a weapon of prophecy and you have the instincts of a Full Blooded Veela. I get it, Fleur… The two states of being are far from a perfect fit and we will have arguments…. On the other hand, I have suffered for too long while missing you, so I will have my wife back, and I mean right - this - fucking - second!”

Abruptly, Harry felt Fleur violently shiver atop his body, at which point he felt something inside of his mind snap, and he decided to just take what he needed. Rolling over on top of Fleur, he pinned her to the bed and then he kissed her hard on the mouth. Once, twice, repeatedly, he kissed the woman, and she trembled in his arms, and she whimpered into his mouth, and she didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t stop. He didn’t care. He kissed her again, and this time... it worked. 

In a flurry of frantic movement, Fleur’s arms and legs were wrapped around his body, and she was devouring his mouth like a woman possessed. 

“Gods that’s more like it,” Harry projected into Fleur’s mind through the bond. 

“‘Arry…” Fleur’s thoughts were losing cohesion because she had her husband back… Ohhh Gods it was so hot that he was just taking her like this… “'Arry missed you. ‘Urt for you 'Arry,” Fleur thought into the bond, despite her determination to resist the man’s intentions.

Harry’s kisses trailed down Fleur’s cheek to just below her ear, where for the very first time, he began planting a hickey on her neck entirely of his own volition. He wanted the woman to understand that she was his, and he wasn’t going to be the least bit discrete about it. He sucked sharply on her neck before popping off, licking the little purple mark and growling the word,” mine,” directly into her ear. 

Fleur shivered violently and her legs locked even tighter around his lower back and ass. 

“I love you, wife,” Harry growled in a low fierce tone. ”I will not be without you ever again… ever.”

Fleur quickly nodded her head, her eyes wide, her pink and pouty mouth hanging slightly ajar.  

Without another word, Harry suddenly thrust his long, thick, throbbing erection down into Fleur’s sopping wet pussy in one swift, hard movement that only worked because of what Fleur was, and then he grunted at the heat, the tightness, the silky-soft pressure enveloping his sex. They shivered in each other’s arms, because four days without having each other felt more like four years at this point. Harry was all raw nerves and white hot need at the moment and he knew for a fact that this wasn’t going to be pretty. Case in point, he only just entered Fleur, and he felt like he was about to spill inside of her at the slightest provocation.

“Forget skill or stamina, 'Arry,” Fleur whispered into her husband's ear. “I want to be used, and I want eet now.”

If Harry had it in him, he would have lavished Fleur with attention in direct contradiction to her submissive request. He would have rendered her a twitching ruined husk of cum filled pleasure right then and there if he’d thought he was physically capable of it. The problem was that Harry knew for a fact he was about to succeed only in the cum filled part of his plan. He was going to have to use the bond to convey his devotion because a superhuman feat of sexual prowess just wasn’t in the cards. 

“Full Blooded Veela,” Harry choked out in a gasp because his lover was currently short circuiting his body and it felt exactly like the very first time he ever had sex with her. 

“Oui, yes I 'aave become stronger, more powerfully eentoxicating, softer, more stimulating,” Fleur listed off while mercilessly licking his earlobe and neck. As if on cue, Fleur's hair began floating like it was weightless along the pillows underneath their bodies, and she smiled in apparent satisfaction. “Knowing you, I eemagine you will be back up to full stamina wizzin a few weeks, but for now all I desire ees your seed eenside me and I - will - not - wait.”

With her threat delivered, Fleur flipped Harry onto his back with her newly faster and stronger body, and she rapidly began riding his dick with a manic amount of enthusiasm, her big beautiful breasts bouncing atop her ribcage, her tummy undulating like a belly-dancer’s, her asscheeks clapping and slapping down into his thighs, her hands groping and pawing at his muscular body. 

Fleur Delacour was finally, finally full of her man again, and she was losing it in her mad desire to make him finish inside of her. With that goal in mind, Fleur dropped forward, draping her tits in Harry’s face, and she reached back to massage his balls the whole entire time. Fleur gasped and moaned as she roughly rode her mate, because Harry’s cock was as perfect as ever, but she also smiled because Harry was being overwhelmed by her ministrations. 

Fleur was, for the first time in well-over a month, too much for Harry to handle, and she was enjoying every - single - moment of it. The man was gasping and breathing heavy right from the get go and Fleur knew for certain that she was about to get her warm, creamy prize. The idea of being full of Harry’s seed after so long without made her pussy sharply contract in anticipation and she fell into a surprisingly intense orgasm that seemed to have come out of nowhere. She could feel every ridge, every vein, and every nuance of Harry’s large, majestic cock, as it twitched and spasmed in a rapid climb towards orgasm. Fleur came yet again because the way she was pleasing him was just way too fucking good…

Fleur shook and she vibrated through yet another powerful orgasm… at which point she was surprised to find herself thrown onto her back.

”A.. (huff), couple… of.. (pant) weeks… huh? No time like (pant) the present. I will not be forced to finish even by a goddess like you. I will (pant) raise all hell first,” Harry growled while focusing all his intent on controlling his body and forcing himself to fuck the woman the way that she liked best. 

Oh, bloody hell…

Harry may have been too full of himself just now because he currently felt like his heart was going to explode. Trying to control his body’s reaction to Fleur’s body and skills was like trying to defy a God. It felt like holding up the world and was very nearly impossible. Thankfully for Harry, with the assistance of his magic, he achieved the impossible all the damned time, so he just grit his teeth and he went at his wife with a will.

Harry piston-fucked his wife as hard as he could while using every damn trick in the book to push her along with him to achieve just one more big O... He didn’t have unrealistic expectations, he would not last much longer, but before he spilled, he would make his wife join him in orgasm. 

By this point, Fleur’s limbs were wrapped around Harry’s body so damn tight, he could hardly even move without her tits flopping in his face like fluffy, sweaty heaven, or her silky soft thighs rubbing up and down his sides. Harry was touching, rubbing and fucking every square inch of the goddess beneath him while running high currents of magic throughout her body when he finally felt Fleur reaching that unmistakable peak, and the woman very graciously let him know it was happening…

“OH GODS, OH GODDESSES ‘ARRIE, I TOLD YOU TO USE ME!! I WANTED TO PLEASE YOU! I WANTED TO WRING YOU DRY! YOU ARE TOO MUCH, ‘ARRIEE! TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH! FILL ME, FILL ME PLEASE! I WANT TO BE FULL, FULL OF YOUR SEED!!

Harry instantly groaned in surrender, as he fucked his way through an incredibly intense orgasm, blasting over a dozen loads into his wife’s out of control and writhing pussy… and once he was done, he was surprised to find he was once again returned to his back on the bed...

“Oooohhhh Arrieee, you are more man zan I zink exists anywhere else een nature,” Fleur purred into Harry’s stomach, her forehead pressing down into his sternum. “Unfortunately for you, I wanted to pleasure you, and I wanted to atone, and I - shall - 'aave - my - way…”

Harry opened his mouth to dismiss this bullshit ‘atonement’ stuff, but Fleur cupped her hand over his mouth, stopping him in place.

“Enough, Harry,” Fleur demanded while sliding her pussy off of his dick with a loud obscene POP. “I will do what I think ees necessary and we will both like eet. I 'aave ad zis idea for a while now but my body’s new transformation ees going to make eet easier on me… Did you know, 'Arry, zat a Full Blooded Veela’s spit or love-juices are both extremely strong aphrodisiacs and eencomparable lubricants?”

Harry didn’t know what to say in response to Fleur’s words, not because he didn’t understand what she was alluding to… but because he did, and he was completely poleaxed in place. 

While grinning lasciviously down at her mate, Fleur wandlessly Conjured something for the very first time in Harry’s memory. All of the sudden, Harry’s back was lifted up and propped against the headboard in a sitting position with many, many downy pillows supporting his position. 

“Umm Fleur, gahh…” Harry’s words choked to a stop as he was completely mesmerized by the unbelievable sex appeal of what he was currently looking at. After sliding her ass off of Harry’s lap to rest on the mattress between his legs, Fleur bent her upper body forward in a supreme act of flexibility in order to engulf his dick down her tightly sucking throat. 

With no preamble whatsoever, Fleur started throating herself up and down his cock, sloppily slurping on his length as her lips traveled lower, and lower, and lower, until finally his entire cock was hilted down her throat, and she was staring up into his eyes with an unblinking intensity. 

Pop! 

Harry's whole body jerked when with a loud wet smacking sound, Fleur’s mouth popped off his crown and she began jerking his spit-shined length with both of her hands. Then she spit on his cock and Harry was officially soaked and slathered with Fleur’s assorted juices from head down to root. 

Harry opened his mouth again, only to close it when Fleur bounced and spun around atop his legs, and then edged herself back until she was lap-dancing her ass back into his crotch, his cock jutting free from her flawless heart-shaped ass. 

Harry groaned again and moved to grab Fleur by the waist, but she turned her face to him and her eyes screamed the words ‘sit still.’

“I am going to be punished zis afternoon, 'Arry,” Fleur warned, her words made of steel but her eyes on fire with lust. ”I am going to do eet een a way zat we will both enjoy, but I will be ‘aard used... Now seet still and watch as I perform a magic trick on zat beautiful cock of yours...”

Fleur swayed and bounced her buttcheeks back against Harry’s hard-throbbing length for several more moments, before she lifted her hips and began pushing the crown of his cock against her tight, little asshole…

“Fleur,” Harry warned, not because he thought he could stop her, just to make her move with some caution… His cockhead was big… and that cute little hole was really, really small…

“I will do zis and you will not stop me,” Fleur confirmed with a grin on her preternaturally beautiful face. “Truly I 'aave been thinking about zis for quite a while, but zere ees no better time zan when I 'aave atonement to make.”

“Not… necessary,” Harry bit out as the tip of his cockhead pushed against Fleur’s tight and unyielding O-ring. “Bad situation, bad state of mind, not your fault, not necessary,” he breathed out as Fleur pressed his slick tip harder and harder against the rosebud of her ass.

“Oh I know zis, 'Arry,” Fleur continued to purr. “No man ‘aas ever claimed zat Veela are reasonable women zough, and I zink zis ees not only appropriate, but eengenious as well. I am going to be full of your seed een all of my ‘oles by ze end of ze afternoon, 'Arry… Know zis for what eet ees…” 

In a jarring change of pace, Fleur suddenly turned to look back at Harry, kissing him softly on the cheek. “You wouldn’t leave me suffering wizout your cum een my ass now would you, 'Arry. I need eet so, sooo badly.” 

With a completely shameless perversity, Fleur adopted an ultra cutesy and childish tone of voice, and she could feel its effect in the rapid twitching of her husband’s cock against her asshole. Fleur immediately took advantage, pushing her ass even harder against the slickened tip of his far too fat dick.

With an understanding that this was happening, Harry ran distraction, channeling slow acting healing magic directly into her body while he rubbed and squeezed and kissed. His hands ran up and down her smooth and velvety skin, up her ribs to her breasts, and down her tummy to her slick and dripping pussy.

Fleur twitched and moaned her way back against her man, until with a sharp popping feeling, Harry’s fat cock-head was inside of her ass and she was testing out the waters.

Fleur grimaced at first because Gods Harry was so damned big and he was stretching her out so damned much. Her only saving grace as she eased herself back onto her mate, was the fact that he was lubed up with her own juices which were quite literally magic. Then she felt Harry take hold of her from behind and begin doing some of the work for her by slowly and carefully lifting and dropping her on his length to the limits of her tolerance. The fact that he could feel her in the bond was a Godsend right now because although it was taking forever to get used to Harry’s massive girth, he wasn’t causing her too much discomfort as he manipulated her body. 

Fleur leaned to the side and stared hungrily back into Harry’s eyes. If Her husband was going to graciously lift and drop her asshole upon his dick, then she was going to lick and suck upon his neck and return things to how they should be. Over the next twenty seconds, as she was further and further impaled upon Harry’s cock, she moaned as she planted a large, dark-purple hickey where the man’s neck meets his shoulder, and by the time she was done, so was he…

With a fwopping sound, Harry’s cock squeezed home balls-deep inside of Fleur’s tight little asshole, he found himself in lubed up hot heaven, and he was just a few seconds from going completely spare. His wife’s ass was hot… like literally the temperature hot, and very, very tight. It was especially tight at the base of his dick while it was softer near the end, which was a unique feeling with Fleur, whose pussy begins tight but ends up strangling his crown like a suctiony sleeve. 

In the bond, Harry could feel that Fleur was quickly warming up to the sensations that she was feeling, so he wasn’t surprised when she suddenly leaned forward, began massaging his balls, and started dragging her ass back up the length of his dick. 

Steady at first, but increasing in speed by the second, Harry’s cock was massaged inside of Fleur’s skillfully clenching asshole, and she grunted and hummed in sharp animalistic yelps the whole entire time. Harry began running his left hand along her asscheeks, just admiring the view while he rubbed at her pussy with the alternate hand. The noises being made where they were connected were extraordinary because Fleur’s ass was making an airtight seal upon his shaft, milking his newly refilled balls with all of her extremely toned, newly preternatural might…

Abruptly, Harry decided that he needed to speed Fleur along because there was just too much new and once again he wasn’t coping well at all. He ran his left hand up her ribs and roughly cupped her breasts before he sharply tweaked her left nipple. Next, he began running powerful magic straight out of his dick through her G-spot like a bolt of lightning and doing the same thing with the fingers that were rubbing at her clit. Fleur almost immediately started squirting all over his fingers like a damn fountain while yowling and grunting like an animal in heat. 

Next, Harry pulled Fleur back against his chest so that he could begin nibbling and sucking all around her neck, jaw and ears. “Fleur,” Harry growled out into her ear while bouncing her body upon his dick harder and harder like a damn cocksleeve. “I’ve now officially laid claim to every damned inch of you, and I’ll be using you as I see fit until we're too old to bother, because I will never tire of fucking my slutty, filthy, kinky, whore of a wife into a cum-filled and drooling mess. Take your punishment like the good little French Veela sex-machine that you are, so that I’m allowed to treat you right again.”

“Hoooohhhhoohhh, Aaarriiee! Hooohhhh you use me so well! Love you, I love you, I love ze way you violate my body! Oh, oh GODS! ARRIEE! you USE ME SO WELL! I BREAK I BREAK I AM BROKEN!…. OH GODS ARRIE! YOUR DICK, YOUR COCK, SO FULL, SO PERFECT! cum, cum, cumming, cumming, CUMMING, CUMMING!! Oh Gods ‘ARRY, NO PLEASE!!”

Using a variety of sensory stasis magic that he didn’t think existed until he created it, Harry froze Fleur’s orgasm in place so that he could layer even more sensation on top of it, and he ass-fucked the woman even harder as she whimpered on the very cusp. He pumped Fleur’s entire body up and down upon his dick, thrusting himself balls deep inside of her ass while funneling enough magic through her clit and G-spot to make her cum without even having to touch her. He also projected a mental image through the bond of a second Harry sucking on both her nipples back and forth and pumping her full of his dick in time with his movements. 

Harry layered all of those feelings until they met at the precipice of causing climax, and then he held them there until they were so damn sharp, the woman couldn’t breathe. Then, finally, when it was almost too much for even Harry to feel second-hand, he released Fleur to experience it all at once and he pushed her body forward onto all fours. 

Harry fucked his wife like a dog while she felt several climaxes assault her body all at once, and he pushed her cheek down into the bed as her body went buck fucking wild. 

“Oh GODS, OH GODS GOOOOAAAAHAHHHHH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, AHHHHHHHHH! CAN’T, I CAN’T, SO MUCH, TOO MUCH, HooooOOOOHHHHHHHH! ‘ARRRIE TAKE ME, USE ME, FILL ME, OH, OH, OH, Oh, OOOOOOoooooohhhhhhh......”

Fleur’s wrung out and fucked senseless body twitched and her lonely little pussy repeatedly squirted, and she might have passed out… but that was the moment she felt a sharp slap on her right asscheek, followed by her left, and then her right again, and Harry began chanting the words, “bad girl,” over and over again…

A pair of metaphorical hearts burned in Fleur’s eyes, as her husband did what needed doing with flawless technique, mind-breaking sensuality, and a completely unconscious care… and then he said it, and she moaned like a whore…

“I'm going to fill you, wife, and you're going to love it…”

A massive, churning torrent of hot, silky seed flowed deep inside of Fleur’s guts, expanding over and over again while the man continued to slap her bright-red and swollen asscheeks back and forth in his grip... and fat, heavy tears flowed down both of Fleur’s cheeks…  because she was so deliriously happy to have him back in her bed.

Harry came as deep as he could inside his wife’s asshole, until he was shaking all over and felt his legs losing their strength, at which point he collapsed forward onto Fleur’s body in a heap of sweaty limbs. He was heavy, and he was sweaty, but for the moment at least, his wife was enjoying his presence holding her down. She’d felt so out of control and adrift for the last few days that she was currently finding his warm weight reassuring in a way that was hard to explain. 

Harry kissed the back of Fleur’s neck and shoulders tenderly because this had been many things but tender was not one of them. He’d essentially had rough ‘were arguing’ sex when he truly didn't think Fleur was to blame for her actions. The fact of the matter was that Fleur needed this to happen and Harry was willing to shelve the complicated psychology so that she could have some peace of mind. 

Over the next minute and a half, Harry slowly withdrew his persistently hard dick from Fleur's ass with a pop, he performed a cleaning/drying spell on the two of them, he pulled his wife on top of him again, and he Accio summoned some clean sheets from across the room. He also began sending his magic through his wife’s lower body, looking to ease some of the abuse that she’d taken, and he was… stunned… to sense that her posterior was relatively unscathed. 

This was enough to make Harry arch his eyebrows at Fleur, and ask the question that begged to be asked. “Did your Full Blooded Veela, floaty hair, sex-machine magic just save your asshole from taking a beating?”

“My ‘usband, sometimes eet ees better to just suspend your disbelief een zese circumstances,” Fleur murmured in return. 

Harry nodded at the very wise advice and pulled Fleur in close. “How are you really feeling, love? I can see that you’re in no danger physically but I don't want to push you too hard. The problem is, I was hoping we could join Cedric in the RoR this afternoon. I now know the list of monsters that’ll be present at the first trial because of my contacts at the DOM, and I think we need to plan for this as a group.”

Fleur smiled at her husband and then returned her face into his chest where she needed it to be. “I feel good, 'Arry. I 'aave some new magical resiliency I didn't 'aave until just yesterday when I confronted my eenner Veela nature, and you 'aave been cycling your magic through me all morning. Between zose two zings I am essentially fully recovered. I am ‘ungry owever and een need of… protein.”

Fleur gave Harry a meaningful look then and she saw him understand her intentions just a few seconds later. Fleur Delacour was going to end the afternoon with his seed spilled inside of every single hole that her body had to offer, and she wouldn’t be dissuaded from her new ambition. Once again, Fleur performed a silent wandless cleaning spell on Harry’s cock even though she knew that Harry had already completed one (understandable) and then she disappeared underneath the covers.

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End of the regular chapter

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