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Push Her to the Limit

Chapter 7

Gabrielle arrived at Shell Cottage, and the smell of brine and seaweed made her nose wrinkle on the front step. The wind tossed her silvery hair around her face, and she brushed it back with a scowl before trying the door. It was unlocked.

“Fleur?” she called out. “Are you home?” There was no answer. She went into the living room and found the usual mess of fashion magazines, a scattering of hair clips, and one of Fleur’s shoes under the coffee table.

Gabrielle went into the kitchen to help herself to a cup of coffee when her eyes landed on a single piece of parchment folded neatly on the kitchen table. It was addressed to her, and the handwriting was, of course, Fleur’s elegant script. Gabrielle unfolded the note and read it. 

“Dearest Gabby,” it began. “I have gone to Monaco for a small shopping trip. I will not be home for at least a week. Please do not destroy my house while I’m gone.”

At the bottom right corner, there was a lipstick kiss in a shade that Fleur claimed only looked good on her, and a postscript. “I am sorry I could not invite you. I know how much you’ve always wanted to visit Monaco. I will try not to have too much fun.”

Gabrielle stared at the note, and she slowly crumpled it into a ball. All her scheming over the last day was all for naught. Fleur had beaten her to the punch, and it infuriated Gabrielle. 

All her life, Gabby had coveted Monaco. She couldn’t count how many times she sat there during her lessons at Beauxbatons, thinking about the yachts, the casinos, the endless parties, and the glamour that clung to every immaculate street. While well-off, their parents never had the money for such luxury, and Gabrielle, in her most private moments, knew she would have to claw her way into that world by any means necessary.

And now Fleur had taken it for herself. She could just imagine Fleur over there with Harry, bouncing around in a bikini that was way too small for her curvy body. There was no doubt in her mind that Fleur was probably getting her slutty pussy pounded right now in exchange for a glamorous day of shopping, and the only thing Gabby could do was wish it was her.

“Bitch,” Gabrielle said, not even bothering to mask the word with French civility. She tried to sit and calm down, but she was too agitated. Instead, she went to the window and glared out at the rocky coastline. 

She let herself stew in her fury for a full minute before the anger began to curdle into something more productive. If Fleur thought she could get away with this, she was sorely mistaken. Gabby would find a way to flip the script. Gabby would outplay her at her own game, and she would take Harry for herself. Her mind began assembling a list of possible tactics. She could confront Harry directly and play the part of the wounded, innocent doe, or she could be bold and simply seduce him outright. 

Gabrielle’s hands clenched and unclenched as she thought of Fleur’s arrogance. Gabby just knew Fleur had been smirking as she wrote the note. What if, instead of waiting for Fleur to return, Gabby went to find Harry herself? The thought was reckless, and the potential for humiliation was high, but so was the payoff. Besides, she had nothing to lose. If Harry was so easily swayed by Fleur’s posturing, maybe he deserved to have his head spun around by a proper Veela.

The thought made Gabby giggle. Yes, that was the play. She would go to Monaco and “accidentally” bump into them. Then she would let her smoldering good looks, devastating sex appeal, and natural charm take over. There was no way Harry could possibly deny her. Sure, Fleur would be pissed, but that was her problem. Now all Gabby had to do was go see her boyfriend and get some gold from him so she could make the trip. She would spin some tale about why she would be gone for a week. He wouldn’t like it, but Gabby didn’t care. If everything went to plan, she wouldn’t be needing him for much longer anyway. Gabby wore a smirk of her own as she left Shell Cottage with a new spring in her step. 

Push Her to the Limit

Harry lounged in the kind of hotel room that only entitled billionaires and heads of state got to see. The view from the penthouse was the kind of panoramic scene that normal people would never see. Luckily, Harry was anything but normal. At the moment, he was lying naked across the immaculate linen of the king-sized bed with his hands tucked behind his head, and his cock at full mast and pointing politely at the ceiling.

He heard the faint rustle of shopping bags from the dressing suite. Fleur enjoyed making an entrance, and she expected an audience. Harry watched and waited for the show he knew she wanted to put on. He heard the soft rustle of silk, the brisk click of heels on marble, and then she appeared. Fleur entered the room in a black slip dress that was practically molded to her gorgeous body. It clung to her in a way that made his cock twitch. Her curves were poured into the dainty fabric, and her hips moved with a hypnotic sway that could put professional dancers out of work. The dress stopped just below the curve of her cheeks, displaying almost all of her long, pale legs. The plunge of the neckline was downright indecent, and beneath the fabric there was nothing but the utter perfection of her bare breasts.

Fleur’s hair was down tonight, and it fell over her shoulder. She’d done her makeup in a way that made her look like a supermodel, and her lips were painted a dark shade of crimson. She paused in the entryway and looked Harry up and down. Her eyes were full of mischief.

“I think I like Monaco,” she said. Her voice came out as a husky purr, and her extra-thick accent made her sound exotic and very sexy. “The shops ‘ere are almost as nice as the view.”

Harry’s cock twitched, which delighted Fleur. She grinned, then strutted toward the foot of the bed, and her heels clicked with unhurried confidence. She gave him a slow twirl with hands on her hips, then bent forward at the waist to adjust one of her shoes. The dress responded by riding higher up her thighs, exposing the lower curve of her ass and showing, quite plainly, that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

She straightened and caught Harry’s eye, and she smirked when she saw him staring. “Well?” she asked, planting her hands on her hips and arching her back to show off her well-packaged tits. “Do you like it?”

Harry took a long moment to consider his response. He let his eyes trail from her smooth, sexy legs to her busty chest and then to her beautiful face. “The dress is nice,” he said. “But I think it’s unfair to the rest of the women in Monaco. No one else even stands a chance.”

Fleur laughed. “Oh, you are such a flatterer,” she said, but her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

He stroked his cock as he explored her body with his eyes, not bothering to hide it. “You make it easy,” he said. “Come here and show me what you bought.”

Fleur sashayed closer, and her body moved like an experienced seductress. She crawled onto the bed, careful not to wrinkle her new, very expensive dress. Up close, Harry could see every perfect detail. His eyes moved over the high arch of her cheekbones, the delicate line of her collarbone, and the swell of her breasts pressing against the paper-thin fabric. Fleur noticed his attention and leaned forward, giving him an even better view.

“It is very comfortable,” she said, tugging at one spaghetti strap with a finger. “And very easy to take off, too.”

Harry grinned. “And are you planning on showing me this wonderful feature?”

“Maybe,” Fleur said teasingly. She reached up, tugged the thin straps off her shoulders, and let it slip to her waist, exposing both breasts. They bounced free as she shimmied out of the material, and her nipples instantly hardened under his lustful gaze. 

Harry made a noise of approval. “I think that’s the sexiest dress you’ve bought so far,” he said. “I may have to buy you one in every color.”

She giggled, then let the dress slide the rest of the way off. It pooled around her knees, leaving her completely naked except for the strappy black heels on her feet. Fleur delicately pulled the dress from her feet, and gently set it aside. She then crawled the rest of the way up the bed. Her luscious body swayed, and her breasts wobbled gloriously with each movement.

Harry reached for her, and his hands settled on her hips before sliding up to cup her tits. He squeezed gently and brushed his thumbs over the stiff tips of her nipples. Fleur shuddered at the touch, and her whole body lit up with need and desire. 

“How much did you spend today, anyway?” he asked, glancing at the mountain of boxes and bags littering the suite. Each one was filled with designer shoes, insanely expensive bra and panty sets, perfume, cosmetics, hair products, bikinis, and at least a dozen tiny dresses in every shade imaginable.

Fleur pretended to act shocked. “It is not polite to ask a lady such things,” she said, but she was smiling as she crawled over his body and straddled his hips.

Harry shrugged, still grinning. “I thought you told me that you were a goddess, and I was lucky you even gave me a second look?”

She laughed and leaned down to kiss him. Her breasts hung down and wobbled as she hovered over his face. Harry kissed her deeply, and Fleur eagerly responded to the passion. She moaned into his mouth and pulled away. Instead of sitting up straight, she leaned even further forward until her dangling tits brushed his face. She angled her chest until her nipple brushed his lips, and she gasped loudly when he sucked one into his mouth. “That feels so good,” Fleur exclaimed through a shudder. “My nipples always get very sensitive when I shop,” she confessed, which made Harry chuckle against her nipple. 

Fleur giggled and pulled away, leaving Harry with her nipple glistening against his lips. She patted his cheek, then lay back on the bed, stretching out like a cat in the sun. Her legs extended between Harry’s spread knees, and she pointed her black-heeled feet at him expectantly. “Take these off, please,” she demanded, kicking her feet a little for emphasis.

Harry reached for her left ankle, letting his fingers linger on her smooth, pale skin. He slid his hand up her calf, admiring the delicate curve, then gently undid the buckle on her heel. The shoe slipped free, and he set it aside with exaggerated care. Fleur’s toes wiggled in appreciation. Harry placed her bare foot against his cheek, and then he leaned in and kissed along the arch, up to her ankle, and back down again. Fleur moaned, and her lips parted with delight at the attention.

“You are such a gentleman,” Fleur teased, and she offered him her other foot. Harry repeated the process, only this time he lightly grazed the skin behind her knee with his fingernails, and Fleur shivered. He could tell by the way her thighs flexed that she loved it, even if she was trying not to let him see how much. When the second shoe was gone, Fleur pressed her legs together, lifted them up, and shook her ass from side to side.

She rolled onto her side, proudly displaying her nude body for him. She then rolled onto her back, tucked her legs to her chest, and used one arm to hug her knees while the other rested on the bed. The effect was perverse, but her eyes looked totally innocent. Harry’s eyes moved down between her thighs, where her bald, glistening pussy lips were pressed tight together. Her pussy lips were so plump from arousal that they made her damp slit look even more pronounced. 

“Do you like what you see?” Fleur teased, and she parted her knees just enough to give him a better look. Moisture glistened along her inner lips, and Harry’s cock bounced, eager for attention. Fleur noticed, and she licked her lips in appreciation.

“I like it a lot,” Harry said, and he scooted closer until his knees were on either side of her wide, womanly hips. He cupped one of Fleur’s feet in his hand and brushed his lips across the top. “You’re already wet,” he observed, and Fleur giggled again.

She reached out with her other foot and caressed the length of his cock. “You make me like this,” she said. “Just from looking at me, you make me so wet. You must taste it.”

Harry’s mouth watered at the challenge. He grabbed Fleur’s thighs and pulled her toward him. Her legs dangled over his shoulders as he leaned in. Harry inhaled the scent of her arousal, and Fleur let out a soft, needy whimper as she opened her legs wider for him.

Fleur’s legs fell open, and her hands hooked around her knees, pulling them even further apart so Harry could take in every detail. The way she displayed herself was so wanton and daring that it felt almost taboo to watch. Her outer lips were hairless and perfectly smooth. They were a delicate shade that was just a hair darker than the rest of her pale skin. The lips parted under their own weight, slowly exposing the glistening folds of her sex. Her inner labia were plump with arousal, and they had the faintest blush to them. The delicate flesh peeked out as she opened herself wider for him. Her arousal was obvious. Her lips gleamed with the sheen of her juices, and the slick moisture pooled along the crease at the base of her slit. Harry’s eyes drifted from her pretty little clit that was already swollen, down to the folds at her entrance, and below that, her tight, pink asshole, already glistening with a faint trail of arousal that had run down from above.

The sight hit Harry with a jolt of pure, unrestrained lust. He watched a droplet of her wetness bead up at the bottom of her pussy and then drip down between her cheeks, where it clung to her tight asshole before slowly trickling further. Fleur wasn’t faking anything. She was genuinely wet and horny, and she was showing off for him. The scent of her arousal reached him instantly. It was the thick and heady smell of a woman in heat. It went straight to his brain and sent a bolt of desire down his spine. Harry couldn’t stop staring at her spread, dripping pussy, and he felt his mouth water with anticipation. His cock twitched insistently, but he ignored it, wanting nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs.

Fleur’s eyes locked on his, and she bit her bottom lip as she let her hips roll forward, pushing her glistening cunt upward in invitation. She was breathing faster now, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. The more Harry gawked at her, the more she seemed to glow with pride and arousal, and she angled her hips so her pink insides were even more visible to him.

Harry leaned in closer, unable to resist. The heat from her body radiated against his cheeks, and the perfume of her wetness was dizzying. Her thighs trembled as his breath brushed over her pussy, and he heard her rate of breathing increase. He could see every detail of her pussy from this close, and Fleur didn’t seem to mind at all.

Fleur’s voice was a breathy, whispery moan. “You want to taste me, don’t you?” The need in her voice was obvious, but it also held a vulnerability that made Harry want her even more. He didn’t bother to answer. He just pressed his lips to her inner thigh and inhaled the scent of her pussy. The smell was so intoxicating that he nearly lost control.

Fleur whimpered and arched her back, and the movement caused her slick folds to open even wider. A drip of wetness glistened along the seam, and Harry watched in fascination as the drop slid down and over her clenched asshole. He could see her pussy fluttering under his gaze, and the pink opening seemed to throb in time with her breathing. Fleur was obviously ready to go.

Harry dragged his tongue over the skin at the juncture of her thigh and hip, and Fleur gasped and rocked toward him. She kept her legs spread wide as she shamelessly presented herself and showed him how desperate she was for his mouth.

The urge to taste her was overwhelming, and Harry gave in with a pleased growl. His tongue darted out and lapped at her glistening lips. Fleur’s whole body shook with pleasure, and she let out a sound that was something between a gasp and a cry. She clutched at the bedsheets with both hands as she tried to ride out the sudden surge of pleasure.

Her taste was incredible, and Harry practically devoured her pussy as flicked his tongue along her folds. He gently spread her pussy open, exposing her clit. Fleur whimpered again and ground her hips upward in search of more.

Harry latched onto her fat, swollen clit and sucked hard, and Fleur writhed beneath him. Her legs trembled, and her body shook uncontrollably. “So good!” she was finally able to gasp out. Beyond that, it was all whimpers, mewls, and moans. 

It only took a few minutes of him sucking on her pussy before she started losing control. She felt her first orgasm of the night approaching, and she knew it was going to be a big one. Shopping always made her super horny, and doing so in Monaco was a recipe for disaster. 

The thing that sent her over the edge was her asshole. Harry’s tongue moved down and swirled around her puckering rim. The sensation was so dirty and naughty that Fleur couldn’t hold back. Suddenly, she heard the hotel door unlock and open. Fleur looked over, thinking that maybe the cleaning lady had mistakenly thought the room was empty. Instead, she saw Gabby’s head peek in. 

“Fleur? Are you in here?” she called out just as the tip of Harry’s tongue wiggled over her crinkled hole. Fleur squealed loudly as an analgasm ripped through her, and a jet of pussy juice squirted across the room.