Part 3 will be out on Monday!
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
Harry took the stairs two at a time, his cock still rock hard, glistening with the evidence of what he'd just done to Gabrielle. His mind was a whirlwind of lust and righteous indignation. Fleur had planned this entire evening. She'd dressed her sister up like a wet dream, engineered every "accident," and then conveniently disappeared to leave him alone with Gabrielle. And now she was going to answer for it.
He threw open the bedroom door with perhaps more force than necessary, the wood banging against the wall.
And there she was.
Fleur was sprawled across their bed like something out of his most depraved fantasies. She wore a sheer nightie that might as well have been made of cobwebs for all it concealed. The gossamer fabric draped over her curves, doing absolutely nothing to hide her magnificent tits, her pink nipples clearly visible and already hard. Her legs were spread invitingly, and Harry could see everything. Her pussy was bare and glistening with arousal, the evidence that she'd been touching herself while listening to him fuck her sister.
She looked up at him with those devastating sapphire eyes, a smile playing on her perfect lips.
"Ah, you are finished with Gabrielle already?" she asked innocently, as if she hadn't orchestrated the whole thing.
Harry stalked toward the bed, his cock bobbing with each step. "You planned this," he growled. "This whole evening. The costumes, the movie, the 'accidents.' All of it."
Fleur's smile widened, her eyes dropping to his throbbing erection. "I do not know what you mean, mon amour. I simply wanted my sister to feel welcome."
"Bullshit."
She laughed, the sound like silver bells. "Very well. Perhaps I 'ad some idea zat you two might... connect." Her gaze was fixed on his cock now, watching it twitch with need. "Tell me, 'Arry. Was she tight? Did my little sister enjoy your magnificent cock?"
Harry's jaw clenched. Every word from her lips was designed to inflame him further, and it was working. His cock throbbed angrily, still slick with Gabrielle's juices and his own cum.
"She came the moment I entered her," he said roughly. "Screamed so loud I'm surprised you didn't hear her."
"Oh, I 'eard everything." Fleur's hand drifted down her body, fingers trailing over her stomach toward her pussy. "Every moan, every scream. Ze sound of you fucking 'er arse..." She shuddered delicately, her fingers finding her clit. "It made me so wet, 'Arry. Knowing you were taking my sister's arse while I touched myself, imagining it was me..."
"You're unbelievable," Harry said, but his voice was hoarse with want.
"And you are still 'ard," Fleur observed, spreading her legs wider. The nightie rode up, bunching around her waist, leaving her completely exposed. Her pussy was dripping, her arousal coating her inner thighs. "Poor 'Arry. Did my little sister not take care of you properly? Perhaps you need a real woman to satisfy you..."
She crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer.
Harry reached the edge of the bed, looking down at her. Even now, even knowing exactly what she'd done, the sight of her took his breath away. Fleur Delacour was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her silvery-blonde hair fanned across the pillows, her perfect face flushed with arousal, her spectacular body on display just for him.
And she'd spent the entire evening manipulating him. Teasing him. Pushing him to the edge and then handing him off to her sister.
"You think you can just... orchestrate everything?" Harry demanded. "Serve up your sister and then lie here touching yourself while you listen?"
"Oui." Fleur's smile was pure satisfaction. "And it worked perfectly, non? You fucked Gabrielle exactly as I knew you would. You could not resist 'er. You are so predictable, mon amour."
Something in Harry snapped.
He grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed in one violent motion. Fleur yelped in surprise, her eyes going wide as Harry positioned himself between her spread thighs. Before she could say another word, he slammed into her.
Her Veela cunt was impossibly tight, hot and wet and welcoming. Fleur's back arched off the bed as she screamed, her pussy clamping down on his cock in immediate orgasm.
"'ARRY! Oh mon Dieu!"
But Harry didn't give her time to recover. He pulled back and thrust in again, setting a brutal pace that had her body bouncing on the mattress. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, a rhythmic percussion to accompany her screams.
"This what you wanted?" Harry growled, driving into her. "To wind me up so tight I'd lose control?"
"Y-yes!" Fleur gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Fuck! 'Arder, 'Arry!"
Her tits were bouncing wildly with each thrust, the sheer nightie doing nothing to contain them. Harry reached down and ripped the flimsy fabric away, baring her completely. The sight of her naked beneath him, her perfect body at his mercy, only fuelled his need.
He grabbed her hips and lifted them off the bed, changing the angle so he could drive even deeper. Fleur's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as another orgasm crashed through her.
"That's two," Harry counted, not slowing down. "How many do you think you can take before you beg me to stop?"
Even through her pleasure, Fleur managed to find her voice. "Is... is zis all you 'ave, 'Arry?" she panted, a defiant gleam in her eyes. "I expected more after you fucked my sister's arse..."
Harry's eyes narrowed. She wanted to play that game?
He pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping and empty. Before she could protest, he flipped her over onto her stomach, then grabbed her hips and yanked them up so her arse was in the air.
"You want more?" he demanded, lining up his cock with her dripping entrance. "I'll give you more."
He slammed back into her, driving her face into the mattress. From this angle, he could see everything. Her round, perfect arse bouncing with each thrust, her pussy stretched around his thick cock, her back arching as she screamed into the pillows.
"FUCK! 'Arry, yes! Fuck me like you fucked 'er!"
Harry leaned over her, one hand tangling in her silvery hair and pulling her head back. The motion forced her back to arch even more, her tits pressing into the mattress beneath her.
"You like that?" he growled in her ear. "Like knowing I just finished filling your sister's arse with cum before coming to fuck you?"
"Oui!" Fleur moaned shamelessly. "It makes me so 'ot, 'Arry! Knowing you 'ad 'er first, knowing you are still so 'ard for me!"
He released her hair and she collapsed face-first into the pillows again, her moans muffled by the fabric. Harry grabbed her hips with both hands, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucked her relentlessly into the mattress. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies filled the room, punctuated by Fleur's increasingly desperate cries.
Her legs were shaking now, her whole body trembling with the force of another building orgasm. Harry could feel her pussy fluttering around his cock, clenching tighter and tighter.
"Cum for me," he commanded. "Cum on my cock like a good little Veela slut."
The dirty talk pushed her over the edge. Fleur screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, milking him, but Harry gritted his teeth and held back his own release. He wasn't done with her yet. Not even close.
He pulled out again, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flipped her onto her back. Before she could catch her breath, he hooked his arms under her knees and folded her nearly in half, her ankles by her ears, her pussy completely exposed and vulnerable.
"'Arry, wait, I cannot..." Fleur gasped, but he was already sliding back inside her.
This position was devastating. Harry could drive impossibly deep, his cock hitting spots that made Fleur's eyes cross. Her tits bounced with each thrust, jiggling hypnotically in front of his face. He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to pound into her.
"Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!" Fleur chanted, her hands clawing at his back. "I am cumming again! 'Arry, I cannot stop cumming!"
Her body was wracked by continuous waves of pleasure, one orgasm blending into the next. Tears streamed down her face from the intensity, but still she goaded him.
"Is... is zis your revenge?" she managed between gasps. "Making me cum until I beg for mercy? You will 'ave to do better zan zat, 'Arry Potter..."
Harry growled and released her legs, pulling out of her abruptly. Fleur collapsed on the bed, her chest heaving, her body twitching with aftershocks.
But Harry wasn't done.
He grabbed her and hauled her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. Her arms went around his neck as he stood, holding her weight easily, his cock sliding back into her dripping cunt.
"Oh fuck!" Fleur gasped as gravity impaled her fully on his length.
Harry walked them across the room, each step bouncing her on his cock. When he reached the wall, he pressed her back against it, pinning her there with his body as he started to thrust again.
"You wanted to wind me up?" Harry growled, driving into her. "You wanted to see me lose control?" Another thrust, harder. "This is what happens when you play games with me, Fleur."
Her head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. From this position, Harry could feel every inch of her, could feel her nipples dragging against his chest, could feel her pussy squeezing him with each thrust.
"You are... you are a beast, 'Arry Potter," Fleur moaned. "A magnificent beast!"
Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his arse, urging him deeper. Harry obliged, fucking her against the wall with everything he had. The sound of her arse slapping against the wall with each thrust was obscene, matched only by the wet sounds of her soaked pussy taking his cock.
"Tell me," Harry demanded, his own breath coming faster now. "Tell me what you wanted when you planned all this."
"I wanted... I wanted to see you fuck Gabrielle," Fleur admitted, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Wanted to 'ear 'er scream for you. Wanted to know you would still want me after 'aving 'er." Her eyes met his, glazed with lust but surprisingly vulnerable. "And I wanted you to come to me after. Still 'ard. Still wanting. I wanted to know zat even after my sister, you would still need me!"
The admission struck something in Harry's chest. Even in the midst of their frantic fucking, he could see the truth of it in her eyes. Fleur, for all her beauty and confidence, had been afraid. Afraid that once Harry had Gabrielle, he wouldn't want her anymore.
"Foolish witch," Harry growled, but his tone was softer now. He slowed his thrusts, making each one deep and deliberate. "You think I could ever have enough of you?"
Fleur whimpered, her eyes welling with tears that weren't just from pleasure this time. "'Arry..."
"I will always want you," he promised, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Always need you. Gabrielle is beautiful, but you..." He kissed her deeply, pouring everything he felt into it. "You are mine, Fleur. And I am yours."
The combination of his words and his cock drove Fleur over the edge one final time. She screamed against his mouth, her whole body shaking with the most powerful orgasm yet. Her pussy clenched around him like it was trying to milk every drop of cum from his balls.
And this time, Harry let go.
He came with a roar, his cock pulsing violently as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled her Veela cunt, and Fleur moaned at the sensation, her pussy fluttering around him, coaxing out every last drop.
"Yes, 'Arry! Fill me up! Give me all of it!"
They stayed pressed against the wall for a long moment, both gasping for breath, Harry's cock still buried deep inside her, his cum flooding her pussy. Finally, Harry carried her back to the bed, collapsing onto it with Fleur still wrapped around him.
She was a boneless, satisfied mess, barely able to move. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips curved in a blissful smile. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.
"I knew... I knew you 'ad it in you, mon amour..."
Harry laughed breathlessly, still catching his breath. "You planned that too?"
"Non," Fleur admitted, nuzzling into his chest. "Zat was all you. You exceeded even my wildest expectations."
They lay together in comfortable silence for a moment, Harry's hand stroking lazily through her silvery hair. His cock was softening inside her, their combined juices leaking out around it.
Then, from the doorway, came a voice that made them both look up.
"Zat was incredible..."
Gabrielle stood there, still wearing only Harry's unbuttoned shirt, her thighs glistening with the evidence of her earlier encounter. Her eyes were fixed on where Harry and Fleur were still joined, watching his cum leak out of her sister's pussy with undisguised hunger.
"Can I 'ave a turn next?" she asked hopefully, one hand already drifting between her legs.
Harry's cock, impossibly, twitched back to life inside Fleur.
Fleur laughed, the sound tired but delighted. She looked up at Harry with those devastating sapphire eyes, her lips curved in a knowing smile.
"I told you, mon amour," she murmured, squeezing her pussy around his hardening cock. "Veelas share everything."
Harry groaned, his cock already returning to full hardness. These two were going to be the death of him.
But Merlin, what a way to go.
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.