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  Fleur wakes up~

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  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Nnngh… H-Harry! Oh Merlin, Harry!”

  “Heh, need me to slow down, ‘Mione? Just say the word.”

  “N-No! Don’t… don’t stop! I … take it!”

  Fleur Decour wakes up to the feeling of something spttering across her face, and the sounds of two lovebirds in the passiohroes of sex. Blinking her eyes open, she flinches as more liquid sprays across her cheeks. For a moment, she just stares up at the sight above her unprehending. Then, one of those sptters of liquid makes its way to her lips and Fleur shudders as the magic within the liquid hits her tongue.

  It all es rushing back to her thetempt to wrest trol of the enter between Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had gone so fug awry that it wasn’t even funny. A, for all that it’d goerribly wrong… it’d also goerribly right, hadn’t it? She’d gotten what she wanted in the end, even if it wasn’t precisely in the way she wa.

  Even now, her belly is full of Harry’s cum… and fuck if the Potter Wizard doesn’t have some seriously powerful magic, to have charged seed that strong. She’d known that sihey shared their kiss, but that could have just been a fluke, or a front. Really, the kiss had merely shown that Harry had enough trol over his magic to push it into his lips a her off, nothing more.

  Now Fleur khe truth though. Now she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Harry was one of the most powerful wizard of this age… of perhaps any age, as a matter of fact. That load of semen she’d ied had been so magically charged that Fleur would be riding the high it gave her for weeks at this point. And eveer, she was getting a ce at mht now.

  Oh, it was certainly humiliating, the position she currently found herself in. They were in a bedroom, on a bed. Fleur was on her back, still wearing her dress. Meanwhile, Hermione Granger was looming over her, on her hands and knees, said knees oher side of Fleur’s head. Harry had his own hands er’s hips and was fug his lovely date for the evening from behind.

  That was the view Fleur had beeed to when she opened her eyes. A massive, throbbing cock that she’d just gotten orally acquainted with out in the gardens, pistoning in and out of Hermione Granger’s previously virginal pussy. The t is soppi, allowing Harry’s rge mast to slide in and out of Hermione fast, whi turn causes sptters of pussy juices mixed with Harry’s precum to spray across Fleur’s face.

  She’s not pining though, because the aforementioned precum is making the liquid magically charged. Maybe it’s not as good as drinking it straight from the tap, but for a partial creature like Fleur, it’s still more than good enough. She moans throatily, uo get enough of it… though that does give her away a little bit.

  “Heh, seems that someone has finally woken up.”

  Harry’s rea to Fleur’s moaning is calm and measured. Hermiohough, is a lot less so.

  “O-Oh! Harry, please… I…”

  “She doesn’t mind it, Hermione. Listen to her. She’d be more upset if I pulled you away than if we kept going. Still, if you insist…”

  Before Fleur interject, Hermione is suddenly lifted up from above her. Fleur’s eyes widen as Granger squeals, lifted into the air and pulled back against Harry’s chest. He’s right of course, she’s definitely upset to have lost her access to his magic, even if it was barely a trickle in this state. Lifting herself up, she twists her body there on the bed to look back at them.

  Both are naked where she is not, of course. Hermione Granger’s entire body is on dispy, what with Harry holding her aloft like he is. Hands under her legs, spreadihighs wide, he bounces her up and down on his cock with ease, dispying a physical strength that makes Fleur’s core ch with the sight of him. He grins at her from over Hermione’s shoulder, almost like he read her mind.

  Hermione, meanwhile, is blushing up a storm as she meets Fleur’s gaze. Her nipples standing on end, the bruch looks like she’s uain of what Fleur is going to do .

  “You know, Decour… Hermione here is the only reason you came with us when we left the garden. I was more ined to leave you there, but she asked if we could take you with us, and I couldn’t say no to such a heartfelt request.”

  Fleur’s eyes widen at that as she takes in that new information. She’d been… in quite the state after her first dose of Harry’s magical seed. pletely and utterly ie, and totally unaware of her surroundings. Sure, it wasn’t like they were out in the open or anything, Harry and Hermione had found a small alcove to tuck themselves away in before she’d intruded after all.

  However, even still… if they’d left her that way, who knew who might have e upon her in such a state? Who knew what would have befallen her?

  Fleur hums as she takes in this new information. It’s obvious Harry is maniputing her, but just because that’s obvious doesn’t mean it’s not the truth. The truth is ofteer at manipution than lying. As Hermione blushes and averts her gaze, Fleur realizes she owes the younger woman a great deal.

  Not only had she begged Harry t Fleur with them to… wherever this pce was, but also she’d proven rather merciful earlier wheold Harry to cum down Fleur’s throat. Oh sure, the brue had framed it like it was supposed to be a punishment, but Fleur knew better. Hermione had taken pity on her, and while normally that would be a grave, eous insult to the part vee, in this case it left her feeling like she was in Granger’s debt.

  She didn’t like that… not o. But if she wanted more of Harry’s seed, if she wanted more of that deliagic, Fleur could read between the lines well enough to see what Harry was telling her. She o py niot just py nice… she o py the role of submissive fuck pet, like she had ba the garden.

  Smirking a little bit, Fleur Decour rises from the bed, even as Harry tinues boung Hermione up and down on his cock, causing the bruoan up a storm and cum every on a while upon his throbbing mast.

  Her dress is still down, leaving her pale tits on full dispy… and making it all the easier for Fleur to disrobe the rest of the ulling the dress off and discarding it entirely as she gazes intensely into both Harry and Hermione’s eyes. Harry stares right back at her, entirely unfazed, while Hermione looks like she’s barely hanging on to that fidence from earlier that allowed her to so thhly turables on Fleur.

  But then, to be fair… both of them know it wasn’t really Hermione who turhe tables. Harry had been the oo put Fleur in her pce, the oo sp dowtempt at taking trol, and the one who had effectively propped Hermione up and givehe authority to dominate Fleur. Fleur had gone along with it all because of course she had. It was the only way to get what she wanted.

  Just like the only way to get what she wanted now, was to tinue pying along. Naked as be, loving the way Hermione and Harry both drink in the sight of her nude form, Fleur steps up to them with a broad smile on her lips. Her hands e up and one caresses Hermione’s cheek, even as the other falls upon one of the muggleborn’s breasts.

  She kisses the bruch befranger muster up any protest, their soft lips ing together and Fleur’s tongue darting into Hermione’s mouth in a way that has the younger woman’s eyes fluttering. At the same time, her fingers ply at Granger’s chest, fondling her soft supple tits and pying with her rock hard nipples oer the other.

  All the while, Harry is still fug Hermione on his cock, still boung her up and down on his dick, and still making her cum her brains out from having his big fat shaft buried in her formerly virgin pussy.

  The more Fleur helps out, the more Hermione cums too. Betweewo of them, she and Harry have the inexperienced bruch squirting buckets in no time. Which is precisely Fleur’s pn. After making out with Hermione for a long while, Fleur finally pulls away for air, smiling at Hermione’s flustered and flushed features and the way her lips are puffy and parted, a strand of saliva eg their mouths briefly before breaking.

  Then, before Hermione recover enough for her eyes to focus on Fleur’s face again, Fleur drops down, desding to her knees right then and there. Her faere inches from where Harry is pistoning in and out of Hermione’s pussy, Fleur wastes no time in making herself useful. Her hand es up and finds the brue’s clit, ping it and giving it a tug while at the same time she leans forward and slides her tongue along the underside of Harry’s messy cock as it disappears in and out of Hermione’s stretched t.

  As expected, there’s a magical charge in the sexual fluids that are coating Harry’s dick by this point. Just like the sptter across her face, slurping away at the Boy-Who-Lived’s shaft leaves her lips and toingling and Fleur herself wanting more. Merlin, she wants so much more.

  She ’t get enough. Frankly, she’s afraid of what will bee of her now. Fleur should probably have run for the hills after that first kiss he mao trick her into. But it’s not like the Triwizard Tour allowed her to leave… and besides that, she simply couldn’t stay away.

  Now here she ying fluffer to what was obviously Hermione and Harry’s first time together. Equally obvious, it was clearly not Harry’s first time overall. The wizard was the same age as Granger, a clearly far more experienced and far more worldly than Fleur had given him credit for.

  She’d approached this situation all wrong, thinking she was ing in from a position of strength that would allow her to have the two young people ed around her finger in no time. Fleur had been wrong about that, but nothing was unsalvageable. She could still-

  “Here it es, Fleur!”

  Fleur blinks, looking up in fusion, w if Harry had really just fused her h Hermione’s. If he had, that would certainly be an embarrassing faux pas. But… no. That was not why he’d called out to her.

  That warning is all she gets before he suddenly yanks Hermione upwards, off of his cock. His dies snapping down as it leaves the bruch, and a momewo things happen. Number One, Hermioips over the edge, climaxing hard and squirting said asm all over Fleur’s fad tits.

  And wo… Harry does the same, grunting as he cums a moment ter, his seed exploding out of his throbbi on and c Fleur’s features. Hermione sprays her down, but Harry dht coats her… and Fleur gets a taste of what she would have done if Granger hadn’t been so merciful ba the gardens.

  Because for all that being covered in warm jizz is humiliating and embarrassing, those emotions are nothing pared to the sheer hat courses through Fleur’s body as her magical creature blood sehe i power in Harry’s seed. The ow coating her perfectly sculpted figure all but begs to be licked up, to be ed, to join the rest of the magically charged semen already stored in her belly.

  Losing all track of her surroundings, of anything else but the warm, sticky seed now ying on her front, Fleur attacks Harry’s gift ravenously, scooping and slurping and all but g his cum off of her pale form and into her mouth. Part of her is distantly aware of just how… shameful she’s being of course. Of the sight she must be. But it’s a very small part of her, as Fleur tackles ing herself up with her fingers and toil there’s nothi.

  Only once she’s scooped Harry’s cum off of every inch of herself does Fleur e back to her seo see Harry before her, his cock twitg and waiting for someoo it up.

  He’s set Hermioly down on the bed, Fleur absently notes, even as she leans forward without any further prodding and greedily takes him into her mouth. As she bobs up and down on his cock, tongue swirling this way and that to collect every st remnant of his seed, Fleur stares up into Harry’s eyes, making it abundantly clear she’s more than willing to go all the way tonight.

  “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Fleur.”

  Fleur’s eyes widen at that, but she trols herself otherwise. Sug diligently for a moment longer, she only pulls back off of Harry’s coce he’s pletely . Then, she quickly takes his member in her hands, stroking it while also fondling his balls.

  “… Why not?”

  Harry chuckles, and Fleur knows that she’s failed to properly feign casual disi. She wants him and he knows she wants him. Damn it.

  “Because tonight was Hermione’s night. And for all that you intruded upon it, for all that she insisted ing you along… it will remain her night. You, my dear, are simply going to have to earn your turn another way… aime.”

  Part of Fleur wants to attack him. Probably the vee part, really. A wizard daring to refuse her? But that same part of her that was entirely vee… also knew when to stand down. This wasn’t a man she could push around with her allure. This wasn’t a wizard who could be trolled at all, he’d already made that abundantly clear.

  L her head submissively, the naked blonde shudders, but acquiesces.

  “V-Very well…”

  In the end, Fleur would find a way to earn it, one way or another. But for now… for now, she would back down. Harry better not leave her waiting forever though…

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