Potter's Return 37 (Patreon)

"You need to work harder if you want to win, Lavender,” Fleur moaned. She would have liked to have more of an amusing tinge to her voice, but Lavender’s tongue danced around her clit in a way that showed it was not the first time Lavender was in this exact position.

When it came to emotion, pleasure was stronger than amusement.

Lavender didn’t even bother to answer, the dance of her tongue was only interrupted by her moans. Moans that Fleur could understand easily, as being fucked by Harry was enough to make a girl lose sight of the world. It wasn’t the size — well, not just the size — but the way he moved inside her.

Gentle yet hard, alluring yet merciless.

Fleur smiled even though she watched Lavender being fucked relentlessly, not feeling jealous of the attention in the slightest. She had already experienced his appetite enough to know that two of them wouldn’t be enough to exhaust him, meaning there was no risk of spoiling her pleasure.

However, while she had no doubt about the ultimate end, she soon encountered a problem. Lavender’s tongue was losing its vigor. “Problem, Fleur,” Harry asked, realizing her disappointment.

“It’s your fault, ‘arry,” she said as she pulled back. “The way you fuck her, she can’t lick me properly.”

“So, you want me to slow down?” he asked, his teasing smile maddening, though Lavender’s sudden shocked gasp was certainly entertaining. “That means you won’t get your turn any time soon. It would be rude to leave Lavender wanting for more.”

Fleur chuckled. “I’m sure Lavender would have no problem giving up her turn for me,” she teased. Lavender said nothing, her mouth busy with the moans, but the way her eyes widened in anger was enough to tell a story. “Or, maybe not. It’ll be rude to ruin her engagement present,” Fleur teased, hoping that reminding the special meaning of the day would make Lavender have some doubts.

Doubts that Fleur could use to take her turn. While it was fun to bring Lavender down, now that she was watching her being fucked while herself was limited to Lavender’s quickly degrading oral skills, she hoped to change their positions.

Unfortunately, the mention of her upcoming nuptials did nothing to slow her down. What a whore, Fleur thought even as she sighed, about to take a step forward, about to get a better quality of oral treatment from Harry…

Then, she froze, remembering the other reason she had working so hard to drive Lavender to cheat on her new fiancee. To get one over Hermione in their little warped competition. She could tell her that, or better, she could actually show.

A little apparation brought her back to Shell Cottage, where she picked up her camera before apparated back. Noticing that she returned with a camera, Lavender’s eyes widened. “W-what are you going to do?” Lavender gasped, the panic enough to bypass her desire. She might have ripped the camera from her hands, but that would mean leaving Harry’s lap. Instead, she limited herself to ineffectual moaning.

“Well, it’s a special day. We need to take some pictures for posterity,” Fleur said in amusement as she snapped a photo, one that showed Lavender desperately jumping on Harry’s lap, which was already enough to annoy Hermione. With that taken, Fleur would prefer if Lavender stopped. “Give me another pose.”

For a moment, she was sure that Lavender would be afraid of the implications and stop, but her panic was short-lived. “You can’t show those pictures to Ron, not without revealing your own whorish ways,” Lavender moaned as she skewered herself on Harry’s cock. “You’re just bluffing because you’re a married, cock-hungry whore too impatient to wait your turn.”

Fleur growled. Her insults were enough to irk her, as Fleur was self-aware enough to know that she had always been a vain person. When she was young, even lesser insults had been responded to by vicious curses, and more than once, her veela fire.

 Luckily, she was in a good mood after incredible fucking Harry delivered in the bathroom, meaning she didn’t need to reach for her wand. But, that didn’t mean she would leave it without revenge. “Alright, let’s see how much you can resist the shame,” Fleur said, fully aware that it would goad Lavender into committing to her ‘strategy’.

“Bring it on, veela whore,” Lavender responded.

Fleur chuckled as she closed in with the camera in hand. “Harry, give me a good pose,” she said, and Harry immediately grabbed Lavender’s hair, pulling her up. In her reverse cowgirl position, the pull was enough to make Lavender reveal every inch of her body, with her face contorted with pleasure.

Fleur took a few photos, each showing Lavender’s deepening pleasure. She tried to look in control, but it was a battle that she was losing quickly as Harry fucked her relentlessly. “Looks good,” Fleur said, wondering how Hermione would react to Lavender’s latest photo, where her eyes were closed and her mouth parted wide. Even if Fleur cropped out anything else, just her face would have shown the nature of the relentless fucking she had been receiving.

Not that Fleur did that, of course. Why bother implying the pleasure Lavender was receiving instead of showing Hermione every single detail of the pleasure that had been going on.

Lost in pleasure and \euphoric bliss Lavender failed to pay attention to the number of photos Fleur was taking. She should have kept her wits about her.

“Having fun,” Fleur said even as she slid closer and pulled Lavender’s hair, bringing her back to the present from the land of euphoria she was lost. Unfortunately, that seemed not to work, because Lavender just let out a moan before she climaxed. “Really, that soon,” Fleur said mockingly even as she pulled Lavender from her hair and threw her to the couch.

“F-fuck you,” Lavender muttered in annoyance, but with her eyes heavily lidded, and her body non-responsive, that was all she was able to do.

Fleur chuckled. “Oh, I doubt that you can achieve anything but laying on the couch,” she said even as she chuckled, which turned into a gasp as Harry slid inside her … but not where she had been expecting. “W-wrong hole,” she gasped.

“Oh, I disagree,” he said even as he grabbed her camera from her fingers. “I think it’s exactly what you deserve after playing with poor Lavender’s feelings.” She whimpered as he slammed into her tight hole tighter than necessary. “Of course, if you think you can’t handle it, we can always ask a certain brunette to —“

“No way,” Fleur growled.

“Perfect,” he said as he started fucking her even harder. Fleur bit her lips. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy anal treatment from him, even the one that was disguised as punishment, but the problem was that Lavender was watching; and it was supposed to be Fleur’s show.

She took a breath, doing her best to look in control under the circumstances as the pleasure washed over her. After all, she just needed to resist until Harry cum. It couldn’t be too far away.

Right?

However, several minutes later, she realized that it might not be the best strategy. Harry seemed to determined to tease her for her aggression earlier, and Fleur was starting to realize it was a challenge. A challenge she had to fulfill before Lavender recovered.

She pushed herself back, and started to apply her years of dance lessons to perfectly undulate her body. At the same time, she tightened her ass to turn it into a tight prison, one that tortured Harry’s girth with pleasure to the point of getting a shocked gasp from him as he twitched inside her.

“Oh, that’s how you want to play,” he whispered as Fleur suddenly found herself on her feet, pressing against the wall, with Harry behind her, fucking her with a speed and aggression she had never felt before.

It was incredible, enough to make her mind freeze as he exploded inside her. He filled her ass, and she just took it like the horny slut. “What a whore, you’re supposed to be married,” Lavender called, but Fleur didn’t bother answering.

Her jealousy was obvious.

Fleur closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened, Lavender was once again riding his cock while moaning desperately. She summoned her camera, taking a few more photos.

She might be exhausted, but one thing was clear.

Hermione would go spare.