The Veela’s Champion Epilogue II

He apparated them straight to their bedroom.

“Eager, are we, mon amour?”

“Eager, are we, mon amour?”

“I am.” Harry admitted, feeling her curvy body pressed against him. “The kids are gone, and now I can get back to breeding my wife.”

He had been waiting for this moment for quite some time. Specifically being the time after all four of their daughters left for Hogwarts, leaving just the two of them home and alone. All that was left was to undress his older, yet still beautiful, wife.

One would be wrong to assume that Fleur’s beauty would peak in her younger years. While other witches grew wrinkled and aged poorly in time, Fleur’s Veela heritage allowed her to age like fine wine. And in Harry’s opinion, his wife had only become more attractive and fuckable as the years went by.

That juicy, heart-shaped ass he loved so much had only gotten bigger, becoming more round and thickening with each passing year. Her breasts swelled in size with each child she birthed for him, to the point Harry could practically suffocate himself in their thickness. And that wasn’t mentioning the other changes to her body which drove him wild, such as her thighs thickening while her hips became even wider than before.

“Breeding?” Her eyes went wide in shock. “I-Is four not enough?”

The first five years of their marriage had been nothing but rough, nonstop sex. Harry and Fleur had fucked like rabbits every day, sometimes not even leaving their bedroom for entire days at a time.

It was only after Fleur gave birth to four children, including Veela twins—which was practically unheard of—that they decided to take a break. Ever since, they had spent the rest of their time taking care of their daughters, only getting a break when the four did a sleepover with Fleur’s parents or sister.

“I need more.” Harry’s voice took on a deep tone, as he manhandled his wife over to their bed. He threw her on top of the sheets, letting her land on all fours, with his wand then vanishing her clothes and leaving her bare.

He drank in the sight of her naked buxom form, with her long platinum-blonde hair falling down her back while her large teardrop breasts dangled underneath. Below that was her big bum, with two thick cheeks he was looking forward to spanking and squeezing to his heart’s content.

Fleur stayed like that, submissive on her hands and knees, as she waited for him to get on the bed and fuck her senseless. His Veela wife had been housebroken long ago, having succumbed to his dominance and submitted to him while he was still at Hogwarts. Ever since, the proud and arrogant Fleur Delacour had been his to do as he wished.

He let his own clothes fall away, revealing a hunky male form that was covered in strong muscle. Powerful legs and muscular thighs held him up as he got onto the bed, positioning himself behind his wife as he gripped his wife’s childbearing hips. The pillar of meat that was his penis came next, landing on top of Fleur’s booty before sliding back like a meaty serpent.

He lined his cockhead up with her tight pussy lips, and pushed in, eliciting a loud moan from Fleur and a groan from Harry’s own lips. She was soaked, her juices covering the part inside her and then overflowing outwards to wet part of his exposed shaft before falling down to the bed. ‘There’s nothing better than Veela sex.’

“Fuck, you’re so tight even after all these years.” Harry groaned as he pushed in, feeling like both he and his wife were first-time virgins. It always amazed him how Fleur’s pussy never loosened over the years, with his cock having impaled her core many times. Yet each time she was tight and soaked with Veela juices, making their sessions always enjoyable.

Fleur just moaned back, one hand reaching up to cover her mouth in order to stifle her moans as he filled her with his massive shaft. Harry was giving her little time to acclimate to his size, pushing into her at a constant pace until he finally reached the end. When that happened, the thickness of her ass smudged against his thighs, rippling faintly as he prepared to start their session rough.

He pulled back all the way, till just the tip of his massive cock was embedded in her. Fleur moaned pitifully through her hand, as if she knew what was about to happen, but helpless to stop it. Harry just tightened his grip on her hips, making sure he was perfectly positioned to breed her, before slamming forward with all his might.

CLAP

“MWAAAH!” Spittle escaped Fleur’s mouth as he nearly knocked the air out of her with the first thrust. “AH! OH HARRY!”

He pulled back again, doing so faster, before slamming forward. He kept going, each thrust being harder, faster, and more harsh than the one before. A rhythm was starting to form, one that would see his Veela wife fucked through orgasm after orgasm.

“OH! OUI! HARRY YOU’RE FUCKING ME SO HARD!” Fleur screamed as he destroyed her.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

The pace he set was brutal, making Fleur look more like a blonde blur as he practically rammed her back and forth along his dong. While that happened, Harry made the decision to enjoy his wife’s body to the fullest, as he reeled a hand back before bringing it down on her fat ass.

SMACK

“Oui! So rough!” Fleur shook in his grasp

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She screamed once again as she came on his shaft, meanwhile Harry just watched her assmeat jiggle and shake with each smack. He had always been an ass man, and especially loved the big booty of his Veela wife. Even in Hogwarts he had spanked and fucked Fleur doggy style often so he could study her meaty bum.

His hand moved on then, rising upwards to Fleur’s long mane of hair, which reached all the way past her waist. Her gorgeous platinum blonde hair had only grown longer with each year, and Harry’s hand reached out before tugging on it harshly, wrapping the locks around his fingers to get a better grip so he could fuck her that much harder.

“OUI! TAKE ME! I’M YOURS! DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO ME!” Fleur screamed as he pulled her hair. “BREED YOUR VEELA WIFE!”

“Fuck.” Harry groaned at her reaction, seeing Fleur come undone always exhilarated him.

A secret he had discovered over time was that Veela loved to be dominated. They wanted to be taken hard and brutally, their bodies turned into cum buckets for their mate and used in whatever way their mate so pleased.

Such harsh sex wasn’t something Harry originally enjoyed, as their first few times required Fleur to take the lead. But he learned over time what she liked, and by the end of his fourth year, and then onwards, Harry had managed to become the leader in the bedroom.

These thoughts ran through his head while his cock continued to slam into her, his balls beginning to thrum underneath as his release neared. “I’m going to cum!”

“In me!” Fleur sounded so desperate for his seed in that moment. “Fill me up! Get me pregnant! I want to have more babies, mon amour!”

‘She always knows what to say to me.’ He felt his mind get consumed by lust after hearing Fleur’s words, no longer able to hold back his release.

His thrusts somehow became even more brutal, the harsh clapping noise of his thighs colliding with her ass becoming deafening. All while his cock quivered and shook before thickening, his balls giving way and pouring hot semen straight into her core.

His wife cried out in her mating call, sounding avian and true to her Veela nature. Her body changed briefly then, with tiny feathers sprouting all over her skin before quickly receding. It left Fleur panting in exhaustion, as Harry knelt over her with his cock still embedded in her core. He then pulled away, leaving Fleur to fall to the bed in an exhausted mess of limbs.

“Just… a little break, Harry.” Fleur panted for breath as she desperately tried to hoist herself up with one shaky arm.

He moved over to lay down beside her, recognizing she needed some time to recover from his brutal lovemaking. “Don’t tell me I’ve exhausted you?”

“Non, you’ll never exhaust ze Veela.” Even with her older age, his wife still maintained her arrogance as she sent him a glare. “We’re not even close to being done with our fun, mon amour.”