The Potter Weasley Arrangement (Harry Potter)
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Alternate Ending 2: Phlegm French Kissing
Erotica Sex Story: Alternate Ending 2: Phlegm French Kissing - Alone in a dark bedroom, Fleur and Hermione offer themselves up to the hero of Hogwarts. All the while a mysterious third mouth sucks him off in between.
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Sitting back on his bed, Harry was fulfilling one of the most cherished dreams he ever had. Not only had he gotten his freak on with his longtime friend Hermione, but now he was actually fucking an even hotter babe. Namely the elegant Fleur Delacour.
The way she was riding him was nothing compared to the majestic sight of her lost in the throes of passion. Her long blonde hair was thrashing back and forth softly as they went at it, her large breasts were jiggling violent with her nipples sticking out, only a few years older than Harry she had the beauty of a girl on the cusp of adulthood, but those lightly mature features that would drive all the boys crazy. In the midst of all it, her silvery aura was so bright, illuminating the dark room only lit up with scant candlelight.
Having already had his fun with Hermione and now getting his freak on with Fleur, Harry was feeling more confident with each passing second. After she had given him a little tutorial on how to properly fuck like a man, he had slowed down his pumping inside of her. When it came to all his fantasies about the Veela girl, he never thought he’d be able to do such a thing, but if it came to pleasing her, he was more than ready to do as she wished.
Not to mention that Harry was feeling so much more in control than before. After having scored with Hermione and gotten sucked off twice by Ginny, he wasn’t feeling half as fresh as he was before. All the better able to enjoy the top class pussy on top of him right now.
As he kept himself under control, that only proved to be her undoing. Fleur loved Bill as much as Hermione was devoted to Ron. But ever since young Potter saved her sister’s life, she had always had a thing for him. Even if when they first met some years back sometimes he looked like the little brother she never had.
But having proven himself time and time again and years later, he didn’t look like a little boy anymore. Was never one to start with either, and finally having consummated herself with him, she lost herself in a fit of pure want, humping his dick harder than ever. His hands were pressing into her breasts so slowly, massaging them at a perfect pace, pressure mixed with gentleness, his fingers stroking the soft flesh of her breasts as he fondled her swollen nipples with his palms. As much as she felt guilty for enjoying it so much, the boy and the lewd reality fulfilling this fantasy were better than anything she could have ever imagined.
Fleur’s head snapped back. She had become so lost in her euphoria that she was stung by a sudden jolt of pleasure. Gazing down at Harry, so young and unmarred despite everything he had been through, she loved Bill in spite of the injuries he suffered, but having this sweet boy so untouched, she couldn’t deny how much more attractive he was. Someone so young and innocent who knew how to touch her like a man. She wouldn’t last much longer.
Leaning closer to him she whispered, “Thank you ‘Arry for saving my sister,” before her lips mated with his in a long and deep kiss. It was both tender and full of passion at once, Harry was all too happy to return it as he saw fit. All the loving kisses he shared with Ginny and not to mention making out with Hermione real fierce earlier, this one had easily been the best one of his life. Closing his eyes, he felt all of his old wounds and scars he long thought buried beginning to fade away.
Like a little boy, he wanted so much more. Forgetting himself in the midst of his emotional delirium, he started pumping inside of her faster and faster without thinking. Fleur jumped back from the sudden intensity of his dick drilling so hard inside of her, and in tandem with the sweet tension building up inside of her, she rode him at a breakneck pace. Looking nothing so dignified as a noble Veela and lady from Beauxbatons, instead she looked like a crazed slut. It was bad enough that she was howling loud, her tits shaking and her body going so fast like she was almost like a blur, but she would have fallen off if not for Harry holding onto her breasts.
The way she was giving hell to his dick, Harry suddenly burst inside of her without warning. In her frantic fornication, his dick erupting inside of her drove Fleur to suddenly lean forward and scream from under her throat as she was pushed to a ridiculous climax. That cock inside of her, filling her up with loads of Potter’s seed, it was driving her crazy.
Seemingly exhausted, Fleur fell on top of Harry, breathless. Holding her close by her delicious derriere, Harry kissed her and lay back in contentment. It has been one of the best orgasms of his life too, he knew he shouldn’t have done it. But you only live once and after barely coming back from the dead, he wasn’t going to miss out on this one.
Harry was far from finished. Enthralled in his lustful passions, he resumed pumping himself right back inside of her. Holding onto the columns of the headboard behind her, she was sitting right above him all over again.
That suited him just fine. He became almost bestial in the way he was fucking Fleur. Holding her close by the small of her back, he started slobbering all over her breasts, almost eating them. So big and soft in his mouth, her nipples standing out thick and hard so hot was a testament to her raunchy desires. Every time his tongue flicked on the caps on her tits, her wet pussy squeezed and tightened even more on his cock still spurting and pumping inside of her.
Fleur looked down at Harry. Normally so sweet, the kind of boy she would have fallen for if things had been different, but at that point he looked so animalistic. Watching him chow down on her breasts like she was just a thing, it was so objectifying, normally it wasn’t the kind of lovemaking that would get her off. And yet in tandem with how much he was ramming her, her own hips moving back on him just as roughly, it only made her more turned on than ever.
“‘A-Arry!” she squeaked in something that barely resembled a sound. No expert at English already, in those desperate moments she slipped into her native tongue and squeaked in French, “I ... I’m going ... I, I, I...”
She was just beginning to finish her sentence when an orgasm rocked her, making her shake uncontrollably on top of him. That was nothing compared to the way her pussy clamped down hard on Harry’s penis. He was sucking on her tits so much that the sudden pressure of her moist and tight walls on his member brought on by her satisfaction drove him to sink his teeth into her flesh.
Then he was blowing it. Harry couldn’t hold back anymore but then again he didn’t even want to, blowing his load deep inside of her cunt unrestrained a second time without a single thought or care for anything else. Already lost in the throes of pleasure, Fleur wailed as the sweetness intensified and she was brought to either another orgasm or something like it. Not for long as soon her voice died out in a sweet breathy whisper and then she had collapsed on top of him, this time unable to move.
Harry’s glasses had fallen off in the heights of their passionate union. But he didn’t need them, he could see her shape clearly on top of him, could feel her, that silvery aura was more radiant than ever before and her blonde hair hanging loose, feeling that naked and voluptuous body on top of him still twitching in her pleasure, she looked like a whore he had for his amusement. Her pussy was still milking his cumming dick, drinking up every last drop of his cum it could. Grinning like the little monster he was, he squeezed her big booty and slapped it.
Meanwhile Ginny was none too pleased. She trusted Hermione and had learned to get along better with Fleur. But deep in the pit of her stomach, she was worried that her new frenemy would prove to be the little Phlegm bitch she always said she was. And watching Harry break the rules to fuck this little French Veela slut, a vein in her temple was pulsing.
Hermione was shocked too. But having popped Harry’s cherry and covered in his cum, she realized that Ginny probably liked her even less than Phlegm right now. Feeling her friend’s fury shaking from her body, she slowly backed away.
Ginny watched as Harry rose up with a sudden burst of energy. Pushing Fleur off him, the Veela girl was still reeling in her mind numbing pleasure, she barely registered him moving her back, when he suddenly made her get up on all fours. Behind her, she only looked back faintly to feel Harry licking and eating all over her backside, her luscious thighs and her big ass. She looked down, immersed in the pleasure of having her body worshipped like this. Bill had been so sweet of a man, but he had never gone this far with her.
Just as she was beginning to get into it, she suddenly felt something big and hot pierce inside of her anus. Fleur froze up, Harry had already gone beyond the bounds of their initial agreement tonight but now he was going even further than that. It was her first time taking it up the ass.
It was no problem for Harry himself. That mutual climax with Fleur was easily one of the best nuts of his entire life but he was far from spent. Between her natural Veela allure that would drive even the most faithful of men crazy and his natural lusts for more, he was easily just as stiff as he had been before. Getting a mouthful of her ass hadn’t hurt either.