Weekly Poll #16 - OC / Fleur Delacour (Harry Potter) {Story 31} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #16 - OC / Fleur Delacour {Story 31}

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Fleur Delacour stood at the edge of the Beauxbatons training grounds, arms wrapped around herself against the sharp Scottish wind. It tugged at her long silvery-blonde hair, whipping strands across her face, but she barely noticed. The Triwizard Tournament had the whole castle buzzing with tension — dragons, underwater tasks, the maze — yet none of that was what made her stomach twist right now.

It was him.

Kone Ahui.

The visiting Defense professor from Uagadou stood out like a mountain among the students. Six-foot-eight of solid, dark muscle, broad shoulders that strained against his simple black shirt, thick arms corded with power, and a chest so wide it looked like it could block a Bludger without effort. When he walked, the ground seemed to answer to him. Every Beauxbatons girl whispered about the man behind closed doors. The boys gave him a wide berth. And then there was the thing no one could stop staring at — the thick, heavy outline running down the left leg of his trousers, impossible to ignore, like someone had tucked a whole forearm down there.

Fleur’s Veela blood had been restless since the moment he first stepped into the Great Hall. A low, warm throb started deep between her legs every single time she saw him, spreading heat through her belly and up into her chest. Her skin felt too tight. Her nipples tightened against her bra without warning. She had tried to push it down, bury it under thoughts of the tournament. She was a champion. She had a task. But when Madame Maxime pulled her aside and suggested extra private training sessions with Professor Ahui to prepare for the second task, Fleur hadn’t found the words to refuse.

Now here she was, heart hammering, walking alone toward the small stone outbuilding at the far edge of the grounds.

She pushed the heavy wooden door open. It creaked loudly.

The room was simple and functional — rough stone walls, a few battered training dummies in one corner, thick mats covering most of the floor, and a large wooden table pushed against the far wall. Kone stood in the center like he owned the space, arms folded across his massive chest. His dark eyes locked onto her the second she stepped inside, calm and steady, taking in every detail.

“Fleur,” he said. His voice was deep, rich, carrying that thick Ivorian accent that made the words feel heavier. “You’re on time. Good.”

She closed the door behind her. The latch clicked shut with a finality that made her breath catch.

“I… appreciate you making time for this, Professor,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Her French accent curled around the words, a little breathier than she intended. “The second task is underwater. I need to be stronger, faster. Madame Maxime thought—”

Kone nodded once, cutting her off gently but firmly. “You’re already strong. Fast. Graceful. I’ve watched you move.” His gaze didn’t waver. “But strength without control gets you killed. We’re going to work on both today.”

He took a step closer. Even from a few feet away she could feel the heat rolling off his body, like standing near a hearth. Her Veela side reacted instantly — a rush of warmth pooled low in her belly, slick heat gathering between her thighs. She pressed her legs together under her skirt and hoped the flush on her cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

Kone’s eyes flicked down for a moment, then back up. “Strip down to your training clothes,” he said simply. “We’re going to sweat.”

Fleur hesitated half a second, then reached for the ties of her outer robe. She let it fall, revealing the tight white tank top and short black athletic shorts underneath. The tank top clung to her full, heavy tits, the thin fabric stretched tight across her chest. Her nipples had already hardened from the cool air and the weight of his stare. The shorts hugged the generous curve of her ass and the long, toned length of her thighs, riding up just enough to show the smooth, pale skin where leg met cheek.

Kone didn’t bother hiding how he looked at her. His dark eyes moved slowly — over the swell of her breasts, the narrow dip of her waist, the wide flare of her hips, and those thick, smooth thighs that looked soft but strong. The contrast between his deep, dark skin and her pale, Veela-glow complexion seemed to sharpen everything.

“Veela blood,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I can feel it from here. Makes the air taste sweeter. Warmer.”

Fleur’s cheeks burned hot. She crossed her arms under her chest without thinking, which only pushed her tits together more. “It is… sometimes difficult to control around certain people.”

Kone’s mouth twitched again, not quite a smile. “Good. Today you’re not going to control it. You’re going to learn how to use it. And how to take what your body needs when it demands something.”

He started the session with basic drills. Stance work first — feet apart, knees soft, core tight. Every time she shifted wrong, he stepped in close. His big hands settled on her hips, adjusting her angle. The heat of his palms burned through the thin fabric of her shorts. When he demonstrated a simple shoulder throw, his chest brushed against her back, solid and warm. And when he moved behind her to correct her balance, that thick, heavy bulge in his trousers pressed firmly against the curve of her ass for a long second.

Fleur’s breath hitched. Her Veela fire flared hotter. She could feel herself getting wetter, the crotch of her shorts growing damp. By the end of the first hour she was flushed all over, breathing harder than the exercises called for, thighs sticky with arousal.

Kone noticed. Of course he did.

“Enough,” he said. He walked over to the wooden table and leaned back against it, arms crossed again. The motion pulled his trousers tight across his lap, making the massive outline of his cock even more obvious. It strained against the fabric like it was trying to break free.

“You’re distracted,” he said, voice low. “Tell me what’s really on your mind, Fleur.”

She wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Her white tank top was damp now, clinging transparently to her heavy tits. The hard points of her nipples were clearly visible.

“You know what it is,” she answered, voice quieter than before. “Every time I look at you… every time you touch me… my blood burns. It’s the Veela part. It wants… more.”

Kone’s dark eyes held hers. He didn’t move for a moment, just watched her. Then his voice dropped even lower.

“Then stop fighting it.” He uncrossed his arms. “Come here.”

Fleur’s legs felt shaky as she walked toward him, each step making her thighs press together and sending another rush of slick heat between them. When she was close enough, Kone reached out with one massive hand and cupped the back of her neck. His thumb stroked slowly along her jaw, the rough texture of his dark skin against her smooth, pale cheek sending sparks straight down her spine.

“You’re nervous,” he said, almost gently, his deep voice rumbling through her. “Good. Means you understand exactly what’s about to happen.”

He pulled her in and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. His mouth took hers completely, lips firm and demanding, tongue pushing past her own to taste her. Fleur moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating between them as her hands came up to grip his broad shoulders. The heat of his body was overwhelming, solid muscle under her fingers. She could feel the massive hardness of his cock pressing insistently against her stomach through his trousers — thick, heavy, and already throbbing. It was huge. Intimidating. Her Veela blood purred with raw approval, making her pussy clench and leak even more.

Kone broke the kiss after a long moment, breathing steady while she panted. His dark eyes locked onto hers.

“On your knees.”

Fleur sank down without thinking, the cool stone floor pressing against her bare knees. She looked up at him, lips parted, silvery-blonde hair falling messily around her flushed face. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for his belt, unbuckling it and tugging his trousers down his thick thighs.

His cock sprang free, heavy and swaying.

“Fuck…” she whispered, eyes wide.

It was even bigger than the obscene outline had suggested. Thick as her wrist, long and heavy, the dark skin a stark, filthy contrast against her pale fingers as she wrapped both hands around the base. She still couldn’t close them all the way. The fat, blunt head was already leaking a steady bead of precum, the slit glistening. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, and beneath it hung a pair of heavy, swollen balls that looked full and tight. The whole thing was intimidating — a dark, veiny monster that made her mouth water and her cunt throb.

Kone rested one big hand on top of her head, not pushing, just resting there with calm authority. “You wanted this. Show me.”

Fleur leaned in, heart racing. She started at the bottom, dragging her tongue slowly up the underside from his heavy balls all the way to the fat tip, tasting the salty, musky skin. She swirled around the head, licking up the leaking precum, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in.

Her jaw stretched immediately, lips tight around the thick girth. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling and pressing against the underside as she bobbed her head. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet room — soft gagging noises as she tried to take more, the slick pop when she pulled back to breathe. Spit ran down her chin in shiny strings, dripping onto her heavy tits and soaking the front of her tank top.

Kone groaned low in his chest, the sound deep and satisfied. “That’s it. Good girl. Use that pretty mouth. Suck it like you mean it.”

Fleur worked him eagerly, eyes watering as the fat head bumped the back of her throat. She pushed deeper anyway, gagging softly but refusing to pull off. Her hands stroked the thick base in time with her mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke. The contrast was obscene — her pale fingers and pale lips stretched wide around his thick, dark cock. She moaned around him, the vibration making his hips twitch.

“Fuck, look at you,” Kone murmured, voice rough. “Pretty Veela champion on her knees, choking on my cock. You’re dripping down your thighs already, aren’t you?”

She nodded frantically, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth as she bobbed faster. Her full tits jiggled with every movement, nipples hard and aching against the wet fabric. She took him deeper, throat fluttering around the head, until her nose was nearly pressed against his pelvis. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she kept going, sucking and licking with desperate hunger.

Kone’s hand tightened gently in her hair, guiding her rhythm. “Good fucking girl. That’s how you worship it.”

After several long, sloppy minutes he finally pulled her off with a wet pop. Thick strings of spit connected her swollen, shiny lips to his glistening cock. Fleur gasped for air, chest heaving, face flushed and messy.

“Stand up,” he said. “Bend over the table.”

Fleur rose on shaky legs, thighs slick with her own arousal. She turned and leaned forward over the wooden table, bracing her hands on the edge. Her round, firm ass pushed out toward him, the shorts riding high. Kone stepped behind her and yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at her ankles.

Her smooth, pink pussy was completely exposed, glistening and dripping. He spread her cheeks wide with both big hands, thumbs brushing over her tight holes.

“Look at this pretty white cunt,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Already dripping down your thighs like a needy little slut.”

He rubbed the thick, blunt head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her clit until she whimpered and pushed back against him.

Then he pushed forward.

Fleur gasped sharply as the fat head stretched her open. The burn was intense, a deep, aching pressure that made her mouth fall open and her eyes go wide. Inch after thick inch sank into her, the veiny shaft spreading her tight walls wide. She gripped the edge of the table hard, knuckles white, panting as he filled her completely.

When his hips finally met her ass she was trembling, legs shaking. “Too big…” she whimpered, voice breathy and broken. “Fuck, you’re so deep…”

“You’re taking it,” Kone said, voice rough with restraint. He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every ridge and vein drag along her sensitive inner walls, then thrust back in harder. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the room. Her heavy tits swung beneath her, nipples brushing against the wooden table with every powerful thrust.

He set a steady rhythm, hips rolling deep and firm. Each powerful stroke made Fleur’s round ass ripple visibly, the pale, soft cheeks jiggling and bouncing against his dark hips. The contrast was filthy and mesmerizing — his thick black cock stretching her tight pink pussy wide open, disappearing inch after inch inside her again and again while her creamy juices coated every veiny ridge of his shaft.

Fleur moaned loudly, shamelessly, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust. “Yes… fuck me… it feels so fucking good…” Her voice came out breathy and desperate, the French accent thicker with arousal.

Her heavy tits swayed and bounced wildly beneath her with every deep thrust, the soft, full flesh slapping together rhythmically. She was soaking wet, the loud, wet squelching sounds of his cock churning her juices mixing with the sharp, rhythmic smack of his hips against her ass. Fleur’s face was flushed a deep pink, lips parted, eyes half-lidded in overwhelming pleasure as he fucked her harder.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Kone growled, his voice low and rough. One massive hand reached around her body to cup and maul her swinging breast, thick dark fingers sinking deep into the soft, pale flesh. He squeezed hard, kneading it roughly, then pinched her stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging and rolling it until she whimpered. His other hand gripped her hip tightly, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her back onto his cock with every forward slam.

Fleur cried out, her body rocking forward on the table. Pleasure built fast and sharp in her core, coiling tighter with every thrust. Her first orgasm hit her hard — her back arched sharply, pussy clamping down like a vice around his thick shaft as she came with a loud, broken cry. Hot juices squirted around his cock, soaking his balls and dripping down her trembling thighs.

Kone didn’t slow down for even a second. He kept pounding her through it, the wet squelching sounds getting even filthier as her cum coated him.

“That’s one,” he grunted, voice thick with satisfaction. “Give me another.”

He fucked her harder, hips snapping forward with more force. His hand slid down from her hip to find her swollen clit, rubbing it in rough, fast circles while he continued slamming into her. Fleur’s moans turned into desperate, high-pitched gasps. Her second orgasm crashed over her within minutes — a broken moan tore from her throat, her eyes rolling back, face flushed and slack with raw pleasure as her pussy fluttered and gushed around him again.

Fleur’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. He fucked her like that on the table — deep, hard, and steady — his hips slamming forward while both of his big hands mauled her heavy tits. He squeezed and kneaded the soft, bouncing flesh roughly, pinching and tugging her nipples, then leaned down to suck and bite at them, tongue flicking over the sensitive buds. Her legs shook violently around him as another orgasm tore through her, nails digging hard into his broad, dark back.

Kone’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm as he got closer. “Gonna cum,” he growled against her neck, voice strained.

“Inside,” Fleur gasped desperately, her voice breaking. “Please—fill me up…”

He thrust deep one final time and stayed there, buried to the hilt. His thick cock pulsed hard inside her, pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Load after load flooded her, so much that it overflowed almost instantly, leaking out around his shaft in warm, sticky streams that ran down her ass and dripped onto the table beneath her.

Kone stayed buried deep inside her, his thick cock still twitching as the last heavy spurts filled her. Fleur’s chest heaved against his, her full, heavy tits slick with sweat and pressed tight to his dark, muscled chest. She could feel every throb, every pulse, the sheer volume of his cum making her belly feel warm and full. The warm overflow kept leaking out around his shaft, running down the curve of her ass and pooling on the table.

“Fuck…” she whispered, her voice shaky and hoarse. Her legs were still locked around his waist, thighs trembling against his sides.

Kone pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink, lips swollen and shiny, eyes glassy with pleasure. He gave a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, stirring his thick cum inside her. The wet, filthy squelch made her whimper softly.

“You’re not done,” he said, low and rough, his breath warm against her ear. “Not even close.”

Fleur let out a breathless laugh that turned into a moan as he rolled his hips again. “I… I don’t know if I can take more…”

“You can,” he murmured, voice steady and confident. “And you will.”

He lifted her off the table like she weighed nothing, his cock still lodged deep inside her pussy. Fleur gasped sharply as the movement shifted him even deeper, pressing against new spots that made her eyes flutter. Her legs stayed wrapped around his waist, ankles locked behind his back, as he carried her across the room. Every step made his thick shaft grind inside her, stirring the mess of cum and her juices.

He set her down gently on the thick training mats, laying her on her back. Fleur’s legs fell open wide on either side of him, completely shameless now. Her stretched, cum-leaking pussy was on full display, pink folds puffy and glistening, his dark shaft still buried inside her and shining with their combined mess.

Kone knelt between her spread thighs. He gripped her ankles with his big hands and pushed her legs back toward her shoulders, folding her in half. The position lifted her round ass off the mat, everything completely exposed — her dripping pussy, her tight asshole, and the way her pink folds stretched obscenely around his thick black cock.

“Hold your legs,” he told her, voice low.

Fleur grabbed behind her knees with both hands, breathing fast and shallow, her silvery hair spread messily across the mat. Kone leaned over her, his massive dark frame looming above her pale body. One of his hands cupped and squeezed her left tit hard, thick fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh. He started thrusting again — long, heavy strokes that made her whole body jolt on the mat.

Her heavy tits bounced and slapped together with every impact, the soft pale mounds jiggling wildly. The wet smack of his hips meeting her ass filled the room, loud and rhythmic, mixing with the constant filthy squelch of his cock churning cum inside her.

“Shit… look at these tits moving,” he grunted, switching to maul her other breast now. His thick fingers pinched her stiff nipple, rolling and tugging it until she cried out. “So fucking full. Bouncing while I fuck this tight white cunt.”

Fleur’s mouth hung open, face twisted in raw pleasure, eyes rolling back as he drove deep. The fat head of his cock ground against that perfect spot inside her over and over. Another orgasm hit her fast and hard — her thighs shook violently, pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick shaft as she came with a sharp, broken moan. Fresh slick gushed out around his cock, mixing with the loads of cum already inside her and dripping messily down her ass.

Kone didn’t slow down at all. He kept pounding her through it, hips slamming down harder, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her skin. The contrast was obscene — his dark, muscled body dominating her pale, curvy one, that thick black cock stretching her pink folds wide with every thrust.

Fleur’s face was a picture of overwhelmed bliss — flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, lips parted in constant moans. Sweat slicked her skin, making her heavy tits shine as they bounced.

“Another one,” Kone growled, leaning down to suck hard on one of her nipples while he fucked her. “Cum on my cock again. Let me feel it.”

She did. The second orgasm ripped through her even stronger, her whole body tensing and shaking as she cried out, pussy spasming wildly around him. Her juices squirted messily, soaking his pelvis and the mats beneath them.

Kone groaned in satisfaction but kept the brutal pace, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. The wet slap of his pelvis against her ass echoed through the stone room with every thrust. He suddenly pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking a thick flood of cum. His cock was shiny and slick, veins pulsing visibly along the dark shaft.

“Turn over.”

Fleur rolled onto her hands and knees without hesitation, pushing her ass up high for him. Her round, firm cheeks spread slightly, showing everything — her stretched, pink pussy still dripping and her tight little asshole twitching. Kone gripped her hips with both big hands and thrust back into her pussy in one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself balls-deep again.

He started pounding her hard from behind, the force making her whole body rock forward. One of his hands fisted her long silvery hair, pulling her head back firmly. Fleur’s back arched deeply, her heavy tits swinging and bouncing beneath her like pendulums.

“Fuck—yes,” she gasped, voice cracking as she pushed back to meet every thrust. Her ass rippled visibly with every hard slap of his hips, the pale flesh jiggling and turning pink where their skin met. “Harder… please, Kone… fuck me harder.”

Kone yanked her hair a little tighter, using it like a handle as he fucked her faster. The wet, squelching sounds were absolutely filthy now, loud and obscene as his thick cock churned the cum already inside her. More of it leaked out with every thrust, coating his heavy balls and dripping in sticky strings down her thighs.

“You feel that?” he growled, voice low and rough right behind her ear. “All that cum inside you already. Your tight little cunt’s making such a fucking mess on my cock.”

Fleur moaned louder, her face flushed deep red, mouth hanging open as she panted. Another orgasm ripped through her without warning — her arms gave out and she dropped down to her elbows, ass still held high as her body shook hard. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around him, fresh juices squirting out around his shaft.

Kone didn’t miss a beat. He kept pounding her through it, hips slamming forward with wet, heavy smacks. “That’s it. Cum all over this dick.”

He pulled out again, his cock shiny and dripping. This time he pressed the blunt, cum-slick head right against her tighter hole. He rubbed it there slowly, spreading her own wetness and his cum over her asshole.

“Relax,” he murmured, one big hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on her ass cheek. “Breathe for me.”

Fleur breathed out shakily, trying to loosen up. He pushed forward. The thick head popped past her tight ring, making her gasp sharply, mouth open wide. The stretch burned intensely, full and overwhelming. Inch by thick inch he sank into her ass, groaning deeply at how tightly she gripped him.

“Fuck… so tight back here,” he said, voice rough with pleasure. When he finally bottomed out, hips pressed flush against her pale cheeks, he stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust. One hand stroked gently up and down her back while the other reached under to rub her swollen clit in slow circles.

After a minute the burning stretch melted into a deep, dark pleasure. Fleur whimpered and moaned, starting to push back against him. Kone began moving — slow, deep strokes that dragged every ridge along her sensitive walls. Her heavy tits swayed and bounced beneath her with every thrust. His hips slapped rhythmically against her ass, the sound wet and constant.

“You feel that?” he grunted, voice thick. “My thick black cock stretching this pretty white ass. Look at how deep I’m buried in you.”

Fleur could only moan helplessly, her face pressed against the mat, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a constant stream of breathy sounds. Another orgasm built fast from the combination of his thick cock filling her ass and his fingers rubbing her clit. It hit her hard again — her whole body shook as she came, ass clenching rhythmically around him, a long, shaky cry spilling from her mouth.

Kone groaned and picked up speed, fucking her ass with deep, powerful strokes. The table creaked under them from the force. Her round ass rippled and jiggled with every heavy impact, pale flesh meeting dark skin in sharp contrast. He grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard, fingers digging deep into the soft cheek. His other hand stayed on her clit, rubbing fast and firm.

“Gonna cum in this ass,” he growled, breathing getting rougher.

Fleur pushed back against him desperately, moaning. “Do it—fill me… please…”

Kone slammed deep and stayed there, cock pulsing hard as he pumped thick ropes of cum into her ass. He groaned low, grinding slowly as he emptied himself, filling her until it started leaking out around his shaft.

When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, a heavy trickle of cum leaked from her stretched hole, running down over her pussy and dripping onto the mat.

Fleur collapsed forward onto the mat, breathing hard, body trembling. Cum dripped steadily from both her pussy and ass. Her silvery hair stuck to her sweaty face, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded in exhausted bliss.

Kone gave her barely a minute to recover before he rolled her onto her side. He lay down behind her, spooning up close against her back. One thick arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. He lifted her top leg with his knee, opening her up, then slid his still-hard cock back into her pussy from behind in one smooth, deep push. The new angle made her moan softly, a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through her.

He fucked her like that — lazy, grinding strokes at first, his hips rolling slow and deep. His hand cupped and fondled her heavy tit, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her stiff nipple between his fingers. His mouth was right against the back of her neck, breathing hot against her skin as he kissed and licked there.

Fleur reached back with one hand, gripping his thick thigh, pulling him deeper. “More…” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Don’t stop…”

Kone obliged, picking up the pace. His hips started slapping against her ass again, the wet sounds returning louder. He mauled her tit harder, squeezing the plush mound roughly, pinching her nipple until she whimpered and clenched around him. His other hand slid down between her legs to rub her clit again in firm circles.

She came twice more in that position — smaller, shuddering orgasms that left her gasping and clenching hard around his cock. On the second one Kone groaned deeply against her neck and filled her pussy again, pumping another thick, heavy load deep inside her.

They stayed locked together, his thick cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with the last heavy spurts. Cum slowly leaked out around him, warm and messy, running down between her cheeks and pooling on the mat. Fleur’s body felt completely wrecked — thighs sore and trembling, both holes aching and full, her skin slick with sweat. But the Veela fire in her blood was still burning hot, a low, hungry throb that refused to die down.

Kone kissed the back of her neck softly, his lips warm against her damp skin. “We’re not finished yet.”

He pulled out slowly, his thick shaft sliding free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick gush of cum followed, pouring from her stretched pussy and dripping onto the mat. Fleur whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

Kone moved her again, gentle but firm, rolling her onto her back with her head hanging slightly off the edge of the mat. He knelt over her face, his heavy, cum-covered cock hanging right above her mouth. The dark shaft glistened, coated in a messy mix of her juices and his thick white cum. It still looked huge, even after everything.

“Clean it,” he said, voice low and rough.

Fleur opened her mouth eagerly, tongue already sliding out. She started at the base, licking slowly up the underside, tasting the salty mix of their combined fluids. Her tongue swirled around the thick veins, lapping up every drop. She moved to his heavy balls, sucking one into her mouth gently, then the other, cleaning them thoroughly with soft, wet sounds. The taste was strong — salty, musky, mixed with her own sweetness — but she moaned around them like it was the best thing she’d ever had.

Kone groaned, one big hand resting lightly on her throat so he could feel it work. “That’s it. Get every drop. Taste how much you came on my cock.”

Fleur hummed in response, her tongue working harder. She licked all the way up to the fat head, swirling around it, sucking the last beads of cum from the slit. Then she opened wider and took him into her mouth. Her jaw stretched again as she bobbed her head, sucking and licking him clean. Spit and cum ran down her chin, dripping onto her neck and tits. She gagged softly when he pushed a little deeper, but she didn’t pull back — she took as much as she could, throat fluttering around him, eyes watering but full of lust.

“Fuck, look at you,” Kone murmured, voice thick. “Pretty Veela girl drinking my cum like it’s water. You love the taste, don’t you?”

Fleur nodded as best she could with her mouth full, moaning loudly around his cock. She sucked harder, tongue pressing flat against the underside, desperate to get every trace. When he finally pulled out, long strings of spit and cum connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. She chased it with her tongue, licking him clean until he was shining.

Kone moved down her body, grabbed her legs and lifted them over his shoulders, folding her in half again. He thrust back into her cum-filled pussy in one smooth, deep stroke, burying himself balls-deep.

Fleur’s head fell back off the edge of the mat, mouth open in a silent cry. Her heavy tits bounced wildly with every thrust, the soft pale flesh slapping together loudly. Kone leaned down and sucked hard on one stiff nipple, then the other, biting just enough to make her cry out sharply.

She came again almost immediately, loud and shaking, her whole body tensing as her pussy clenched around him. Her face was a complete mess of pleasure — eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open, tongue slightly out as he fucked her senseless. Fresh juices mixed with his cum, squirting out around his thick cock with every hard thrust.

Kone kept going, hips slamming down, the wet sounds filthy and constant. He mauled her tits with both hands, squeezing the heavy mounds roughly, pinching and tugging her nipples while he pounded her deep.

“Cum again for me,” he growled against her neck. “I want to feel this tight cunt milk me one more time.”

Fleur’s nails dug into his arms as another orgasm ripped through her, even stronger than the last. She cried out hoarsely, body shaking, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock.

Kone’s breathing grew ragged. He fucked her harder for a few more strokes, then buried himself as deep as possible. “Here it comes,” he groaned.

He pumped his fourth thick load deep into her pussy, thick ropes flooding her already full cunt. Cum overflowed immediately, leaking out around his shaft and running down her ass in heavy streams.

By the time he finally pulled out, Fleur was a total wreck — limp on the mat, covered in sweat and cum, both holes leaking steadily. Her silvery hair was a tangled mess, face flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted in a dazed, satisfied expression.

They stayed locked together, his thick cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with the last heavy spurts. Cum slowly leaked out around him in warm, sticky trails, running down between her cheeks and pooling on the mat. Fleur’s body felt completely wrecked — thighs sore and trembling, both holes aching and full, her skin slick with sweat. But the Veela fire in her blood was still burning hot, a low, hungry throb that refused to die down.

Kone kissed the back of her neck softly, his lips warm and gentle against her damp skin. “You did good,” he murmured against her hair, voice low and warm. His big hand stroked slowly down her back, cupping her ass possessively, fingers brushing over her leaking holes. “Real fucking good.”

Fleur could barely speak. She just pressed closer to his broad chest, still trembling, feeling full and used and strangely content. “I… I’ve never felt anything like that,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You’re so big… I thought you were going to split me in half.”

Kone chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You took every inch. Look at you — still leaking all over me.” He gave a slow roll of his hips, stirring his cum inside her pussy. The wet, filthy squelch made her whimper. “That greedy little cunt doesn’t want to let go.”

Fleur shivered, her pale cheek pressed against his dark skin. The contrast between them was everywhere — her soft, silvery-blonde hair against his broad shoulder, her smooth pale thighs draped over his powerful dark legs. “I don’t want it to stop,” she admitted quietly, almost shy. “My blood… it’s still burning for you.”

Kone tilted her chin up with one finger and kissed her slow and deep, tongue sliding against hers in a lazy, possessive rhythm. When he pulled back, his amber eyes were dark with fresh hunger. “Good. Because we still have time.”

He rolled her onto her back and moved over her, his massive frame casting a shadow across her pale body. Fleur’s legs fell open automatically, welcoming him. She looked up at him, chest rising and falling fast, her full tits heaving, nipples stiff and dark pink.

Kone rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her messy slit, mixing their fluids. “Still so wet for me,” he murmured, voice thick. “This greedy little cunt doesn’t want to stop.”

He pushed back inside her pussy in one smooth thrust. Fleur moaned loudly, back arching as he filled her again. The stretch was familiar now but still intense, her walls fluttering around his thick, veiny shaft. He started fucking her with long, deep strokes, hips rolling steadily. Her heavy tits bounced with every thrust, the soft pale flesh jiggling and slapping together.

Kone leaned down, sucking one stiff nipple hard into his mouth while his hand mauled the other tit, thick fingers sinking deep into the plush mound. He pinched and tugged her nipple, making her whimper and clench around him.

“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he growled against her skin. “So full and soft. Look at them bounce while I fuck you.”

Fleur’s head fell back, mouth open, face flushed with pleasure. Her silvery hair spilled across the mat as he picked up speed. The wet slap of his hips against her ass grew louder, faster. Cum from earlier loads squelched obscenely every time he bottomed out.

She came again with a sharp cry, pussy gripping him tight, fresh slick gushing around his cock. Kone fucked her straight through it, hips slamming harder, balls slapping wetly against her.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach. Fleur pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, ass raised high. Kone gripped her hips and thrust back into her pussy, pounding her from behind. Her round ass rippled with every hard impact, the pale cheeks turning pink where his hips slapped against them.

“Shit—yes, like that,” Fleur gasped, pushing back to meet him. Her tits swung heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the mat. “Harder… please, Kone… I need it harder.”

Kone yanked her long silvery hair, pulling her head back firmly. Her back arched deeper, mouth open in a constant moan. He leaned over her, his dark chest pressed to her pale back, and growled low in her ear.

“You feel how deep I am? That thick black cock stretching this tight pussy wide open.”

Fleur moaned louder, eyes half-lidded, face slack with pleasure. Another orgasm hit her fast — her arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, ass still high as she shook and cried out.

Kone kept pounding her through it. He reached under and rubbed her clit roughly, fingers slick with their mess. Fleur came again almost immediately, a broken sob tearing from her throat, pussy spasming hard around him.

“Fuck, you’re cumming so much,” he groaned. “Look at this mess you’re making.”

He pulled out of her pussy and pressed the blunt, cum-slick head against her asshole again. “Take it here now.”

He pushed forward slowly. Fleur gasped sharply as her ass stretched around his thick cock once more. The burn was intense but she pushed back, taking him deeper. When his hips finally met her ass he groaned, hands gripping her cheeks and spreading them wide so he could watch.

“Goddamn… look at that,” he muttered. “Your pretty white ass swallowing every inch of my black cock.”

He started fucking her ass with steady, deep strokes. Fleur’s face was pressed to the mat, eyes rolled back, mouth open as she moaned with every thrust. Her heavy tits swayed and dragged against the mat. Kone reached around and rubbed her clit again, fingers moving fast.

She came hard in her ass, clenching around his thick shaft, a long shaky cry spilling out. Kone groaned and fucked her faster, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing through the room.

He pulled out after a few minutes, cock shiny and slick. He flipped her onto her back again and knelt between her spread thighs. Fleur looked up at him, dazed and flushed, legs trembling.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

She did. Kone stroked his thick cock over her face, then pushed the head between her lips. Fleur sucked him eagerly, tasting herself and his cum mixed together. She licked and swirled her tongue around the fat head, then took him deeper, gagging softly as he pushed into her throat. Kone groaned, one hand resting on her throat so he could feel the bulge.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Clean every drop. Taste how much you came for me.”

Fleur moaned around him, sucking harder, her tongue working every inch. Spit and cum ran down her chin as she bobbed her head, desperate to please him. After a few minutes he pulled out, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock.

He moved down her body, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and folded her in half again. He thrust back into her cum-filled pussy, pounding her deep and hard.

Fleur’s face was a mess of pleasure — eyes rolling, mouth open, tongue slightly out as he fucked her senseless. Her heavy tits bounced wildly with every thrust, the soft flesh slapping together. Kone leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, biting just enough to make her cry out.

She came again, loud and shaking, nails digging into his arms. Kone kept going, relentless, until he buried himself deep and pumped his fourth load into her.

By the time he finally pulled out, Fleur was a wreck — limp, covered in sweat and cum, holes leaking steadily, breathing ragged. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted in a dazed, satisfied expression.

Kone lay down beside her and pulled her against his broad chest. His hand stroked slowly down her back, cupping her ass possessively, fingers brushing over her leaking holes.

“You took that well,” he murmured against her hair. “Real fucking well.”

Fleur gave a tired, satisfied laugh, pressing closer. Her body ached everywhere, but the Veela fire inside her was finally quiet — for now.

She knew they’d be doing this again. Many more times before the second task.