Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 26

“Fleur? What are you doing here?”

The French Witch didn’t speak, entering his room before closing the door behind her. A wave of her wand set the room’s candles alight, before she turned and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I could not stop thinking of you.” She admitted. “Our interaction earlier… I cannot get it out of my mind.”

He did not expect a beautiful woman to show up in his room in the middle of the night, and it was a welcome surprise. And Harry’s body reacted as such, his cock beginning to stir as he looked upon the Veela sitting in his bed. “Do you want to pick things up where we left off?”

Her gaze turned to stare at him, her blue eyes seemingly staring into his very soul. “Oui.”

Her answer came as a breathless whisper, as she began slowly climbing on top of him so her face ended up inches from his own. She looked down at him, and he stared right back, before Fleur leaned down and kissed him deeply. Harry reciprocated, his hands moving to wrap around her body as she moaned against his lips.

His hands held her back at first, before his right arm drifted down so he could grab a fistful of her perky arse. Fleur moaned and pulled back for breath, before leaning right back in to kiss him with newfound fervor.

He could feel his blood pumping with each moment, his magic nearly singing at their interaction, while his cock grew harder than ever. As much as he liked making out with Fleur Delacour, he desperately wanted to take things a step forward. He wanted to see her naked, to hold her breasts and arse in his grip, and to have her suck his cock.

It was like she sensed his desire, as she then pulled away before scampering down beneath his crotch. The bulge created by his erection was plain to see, and Fleur stared at it with passionate desire. His trousers were soon pulled down, and his behemoth of a cock sprang up. It was already erect and begging for release, as precum cascaded down his cockhead like a waterfall. Below it laid two heavy balls, full of seed and ready to release their heavy load.

Fleur simply stared at it for a long moment, almost as if she didn’t believe what she was seeing. “…I was wrong to call you a leetle boy.”

He cracked a slight smile, as Fleur’s hand came up to wrap around his manhood. “From now on, I’ll call you beeg ‘Arry.”

He let out a groan, her delicate hand beginning to jerk up and down his meaty pole as her warm breath brushed against his cockhead. Precum continued to fall down the sides of his member, colliding with her pumping hand and further coating his shaft.

Fleur then sat up and pulled off her top, revealing that she didn’t wear a bra as two inhumanly perky breasts were exposed to the open air. They weren’t the biggest he’d seen, Susan and the Greengrasses held that claim, but he could say they were large and elegant.

She leaned down and brought her lips to his shaft then, taking just the head in her mouth as she inhaled deeply. The Veela’s eyes rolled upwards as she sucked his cockhead clean, swallowing his seed while her hand continued to jack him off.

“Fuck…” Harry couldn’t help but let out a curse at how hot the scene was. He then watched as saliva began leaking out of the corners of Fleur’s lips, rolling down his girth and adding an extra layer of lubricant.

It must have been her Veela heritage that had her acting in such a way. No movement was wasted with the French Veela, every action having an elegance and purpose that other women lacked. It was like she was made for having sex, akin to decades of knowledge being ingrained in her mind. And while one could say she was a whore, likely having fucked dozens of men to gain such knowledge, Harry knew better. Veela simply had instincts for sex.

She shifted upwards then, her lips unwrapping from his shaft with a loud pop. Those wide hips of hers were soon positioned directly in front of his pole, as Harry’s hands reached up and grabbed them instinctively. Fleur simply smiled as if amused, her body in front of him with her big tits right in his vision.

“Do you want to breed me, ‘Arry?” She purred deeply, making his cock throb madly.

“I do.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes darting down to his massive cock with a hint of apprehension. She reached down and grasped his pole, as if truly seeing it for the first time. “If we do zis… You will ruin me for other men, ‘Arry. Your power… Your virility… It will overwhelm moi.”

“Is that really such a bad thing?” His words made her eyes widen. “Are you really going to be fucking other men after being with me?”

Fleur took a long moment to respond, clearly understanding what he was saying. To be with him was essentially the same as marriage, as Fleur wouldn’t be seeing other men ever again. It was a big decision, one that would see her added to his coven and taking his cock for the rest of her life.

She didn’t voice her answer, instead relying on actions as she rose upwards and positioned her entrance above his cock. Harry couldn’t help but smirk, his hands sinking into her hips as she slowly lowered herself.

His gigantic cockhead entered her, pushing her folds wide and causing Fleur to let out a quivering moan. Already she felt tight and warm unlike anyone else, and only the head of his shaft was inside her.

Her body moved down, slowly taking several inches of his girthy shaft as Fleur’s moans and pants of arousal increased. With every inch came a new tightness, the heat that came with a Veela’s pussy, and the incredible urge to release his load then and there.

Finally, Harry couldn’t help but let out a growl. “You’re so tight.”

“Oui, ze Veela’s pussies are known as such.” Her blue eyes were wide, as if she couldn’t believe the position she was in. “It does not help zat you’re so beeg.”

He let out an amused snort, and brought his left hand up from her hip to fondle her left breast. Fleur let out a striking moan at the action, and accidentally slipped down his shaft a few extra inches as it impaled her deeply.

Her head shot up towards the ceiling, her body shaking as her pussy contracted around his cock before releasing what felt like a mountain of feminine fluids. “HARRRRY!”

“Merlin…” He breathed out, watching the Veela orgasm right in front of his eyes. He felt like the life was being pulled out of him through his cock, constricted by Fleur’s pussy was if it was a python. Veela sex was something else…

His hands moved on their own, and he didn’t know whether it was from lust or Veela allure, as he began moving her up and down. Fleur moaned loudly with each movement, coming undone as she began bouncing up and down on his cock. The noises she made were indescribable, not meant for mortal ears to hear. They were the sounds of a Veela in the throes of passion, being pleasured by her mate.

“Oui, Oui! Give it to me, beeg ‘Arry!” She breathed deeply against his face, as she actively began moving up and down his cock on her own accord. No longer was it him guiding her, but the muscles in Fleur’s thighs that guided her movements.

Harry came undone then, with Fleur able to bypass his need for dominance and chase his need for release. His cock ached painfully inside her vice of a cunt, while his balls throbbed and prepared to release.

He saw stars for a brief moment when his release came, his orgasm being so powerful that he could hear his cum being deposited into her pussy. For a long moment, he was simply breathless, forced to stare at Fleur’s smirking face and see her glee at making him achieve orgasm.

And it was her who brought him back down to earth, as something in Harry’s mind snapped back into place. The next moment he put Fleur on all fours, her arse high in the air as he gripped her hips.

She was looking over her shoulder with a smirk, as if this was her plan all along. She wanted him to loose control, to take all of his lust out on her. She could sense his passion and lust after all, and knew perfectly well how much he wanted this.

“Do it, ‘Arry.” She wiggled her round bum enticingly. “Take me. Take ze Veela with your beeg cock.”

And he proceeded to do just that.

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Hermione Granger couldn’t sleep.

Her eyes were wide, her breaths shallow, as her body laid still. She didn’t dare make a noise, despite knowing no one would hear her.

PLAP PLAP SMACK PLAP

The sounds were coming from the room next to hers, echoing through the walls of Grimmauld Place as if they weren’t even there, and sounding almost deafening to Hermione’s ears. It was the sound of sex, of a wizard and a witch fornicating, or rather of her best friend having sex with a Veela.

“OUI! TAKE MOI! TAKE ZE VEELA!”

“H-Harry…” Hermione bit her lip as her fingers dug into her core, her body already soaked with sweat as her bedsheets stuck to her.

Harry and Fleur’s lovemaking sounded downright brutal from where she laid, and while Hermione had no idea what time it was, she knew they had been at it four hours.

SMACK

The distinct sound of a hand impacting against skin made even her wince, knowing that Harry must have slapped her. Did he just slap Fleur’s arse?

It was just like when she saw Harry with Narcissa Malfoy that time in Hogsmeade, the same animal unleashed as her best friend became a lust-filled beast. She had no idea how he became like this, brutal and dominant, and so powerful… to where he was fucking every Witch who got remotely close to him.

Am I next? She thought of that time in the Gryffindor common room, when she had felt Harry’s massive cock brushing against her skirt. She had seen the lust in his eyes then, the desire for him to take her then and there. And yet he had spared her, when Hermione knew that he had been so close to taking her.

She thought of Ron, and what it would be like to have sex with her boyfriend for the first time. Certainly nothing like Harry and Fleur.

Is Ron even my boyfriend anyways? The redhead and her were supposedly dating, and yet it didn’t feel like it. His attempts to woo her were subpar at best, and while Hermione didn’t ask for much, it was disappointing to see him show up in a dirty jumper covered in crumbs every time they had a date.

She shook her head, feeling her mind drift as she listened to the sounds of sex. She imagined what it would be like to be with Harry, for him to take her just like he was taking Fleur. That thought made Hermione shiver, her core gushing like never before as she let out a slight gasp.

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“How are you doing this, Harry?” Ron couldn’t help but whisper in amazement.

He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide, all while his best friend had the time of his life with the hottest girl Ron had ever seen. It was sobering to know his best friend got as much pussy as he did, something that had made even him feel self-conscious on several occasions.

It had taken him a long time to process Harry getting together with Daphne Greengrass. The sight of the girl who was so far out of his league, while also being a Slytherin, being with his best friend had done strange things to him. On one hand he wanted to admire her beauty, and masturbate to the thought of her, while on the other hand he was disgusted with her being a Slytherin.

But Daphne Greengrass was only the beginning. He had seen the way other girls looked at Harry, whether it be Susan Bones, Cho Chang, or even the Carrow twins. Yet even Ron wouldn’t have thought Harry would get with Fleur Delacour of all people.

He listened to them fuck as he laid in that bed in Grimmauld Place, all while knowing Harry was fucking the girl of Ron’s dreams in the next room over. And to say they were simply fucking would be polite, as the sounds of Fleur Delacour getting absolutely destroyed made even his heart skip a beat.

He had came once already, yet his manhood was getting hard once again. He reached down to touch it, only to hiss at how sensitive it felt.

He heard it then, the sound of male laughter intermixed with Fleur’s moans. It was the sound of Harry having the time of his life, and he just knew that Fleur Delacour was barely holding on.

“Merlin… Harry’s going to kill her.”

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Feminine juices coated his cock from tip to base, dripping down from the meaty shaft to soak his swinging ballbag. The older French Witch moaned wantonly beneath him, her body going from one orgasm to the next as he pounded her. But Harry didn’t slow his brutal pace at all, each orgasm and touch of Veela allure only making his limbo increase that much more.

He thought of the girls he had taken, from Susan to the Carrows to all three Greengrasses. Each of them had troubles leading up to their consummation, whether it be dates, teasing, or foreplay that he had to undergo. And yet with Fleur it had been almost immediate, as if her joining his coven was destined to happen, and it simply felt right…

Fleur Delacour felt like his crowning achievement, the cherry on top of the mountain of witches he had conquered. There were others comparable in beauty to her, or even power, with Narcissa and Aspasia both being more powerful, but for some reason Fleur just felt different. It made him wonder if it was simply her Veela status, and her connection to sex being similar to his own…

It was something to think about later, as he could feel his next release coming. He had came several times already, but something about his next load was different, as he knew it would be his last. Fleur was barely holding on to consciousness, her gaze drooping as her body was becoming tired.

He sped up his thrusts, his hands digging into her hips as he practically pummeled her body into the bed. That made the Veela Witch moan even louder, to the point she was screaming her moans, as he felt his heavy balls thrum in anticipation beneath him.

Harry let out a laugh as he fucked her. He laughed and laughed as he slammed his hips against her big arse, and laughed even harder when she bit into a pillow to suppress her moans and screams of pleasure. Getting with Fleur Delacour had been so fucking easy…

He didn’t know why he ever thought otherwise, why there wasn’t a logical conclusion he would be fucking Fleur after he laid eyes on her. It almost seemed inevitable, especially after everything they went through together in the Triwizard Tournament.

He wrapped a hand under her, feeling up her perky breasts as his arms snaked upwards to grasp her neck. He lifted her up by her neck, with Fleur’s back arching as he fucked the shit out of her.

Her platinum blonde hair swung like a wild beast, her perfect skin coated in sweat as incoherent moans and words left her lips. He felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through him, knowing what was about to happen, and that soon he would be fucking Fleur for the rest of his life.

It was time for him to cement his dominance over her, and to give the French Veela his mark. When his orgasm came, it came hard, and Harry let out a roar of conquest as he filled her for what was the seventh time that night.

He placed his hand on her crotch and murmured the spell for his coven, and in that moment it was like his lust simply vanished. The orgasmic haze that blinded him was lifted, the strength instantly leaving his limbs as the both of them fell to the bed.

They were a mess of limbs loosely covered by ruined and twisted sheets, with Fleur hugging his chest while her blonde hair went everywhere. She was already asleep and fucked into unconsciousness, and Harry wasn’t far behind as his eyes soon drifted closed.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18