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Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 33

Harry’s summer had started with a bang, but after fucking every witch in London who piqued his interest, he needed a change of pace. French witches had a certain something that British witches didn’t. From his old life, he remembered Fleur telling him how she spent most of her summer days in a small magical village near her family house. He hoped that that hadn’t changed. He really wanted to spend some time with the sexy Veela. 

The village was a strange mash-up of old and modern. The cobblestone streets were lined with old stone buildings, but every window displayed the latest magical fashion. The witches who walked the town wore outfits that would have gotten them arrested in Diagon Alley. Their skirts were shorter, their tops were tighter, and the word “modesty” seemed not to exist in the French vocabulary.

Harry spent the morning wandering, and he never found himself bored. One moment, a short, dark-haired witch in a crop top and miniskirt flashed him a smile. The next, two blondes walked by, giggling and whispering in rapid-fire French. They made no effort to hide that they were checking him out. The air itself was filled with the scent of perfume and wet pussy, and Harry loved every second of it. 

He finally ducked into a small outdoor cafe and ordered coffee and a plate of pastries. The pastries were light and flaky, and the coffee was strong. A few seats down, a woman in a sheer sundress was chatting up a guy in a business suit. He wasn’t paying much attention to her, but she seemed to delight in the fact that Harry was checking her out. When Harry looked, the woman smiled back and licked a smear of jam off her finger. She then began sucking on her finger like it was a cock. Harry chuckled and went back to his pastries. 

He was just finishing his second coffee when he finally caught sight of Fleur. 

Fleur appeared walking down the sidewalk. Sunlight gleamed off her platinum blonde hair. She wore a dress that was ridiculously short, but here it looked like the town’s standard uniform. The fabric hugged her hips and barely covered the curve of her ass. It left her long, pale legs exposed from the upper thigh down, and every step made the hem ride higher. Her arms were bare, and her skin was so smooth that Harry immediately wanted to reach out and caress it. The dress had thin straps and a low neckline, and her tits looked like they were fighting to escape. Each step made them bounce in a way that was obviously intentional.

Harry’s cock began to harden before Fleur even noticed him, but when she did, her eyes widened, and she almost tripped on the uneven stones. She glanced down at his massively tented crotch, then met his eyes with a slow, delighted smile. Harry didn’t even bother hiding how much he was checking her out. He dropped his napkin on the table, stood up, and walked straight toward her. He watched the way her thighs brushed together as he got closer. 

When he was close enough to smell her perfume, he stopped and shot her a handsome smile. “That’s a lovely dress,” he said, slowly checking out every incredible curve. 

Fleur stopped and ignored the other pedestrians who parted around her like water. She clasped her hands behind her back, presented her chest, and giggled. Then she did a slow, theatrical spin. The skirt flared out, and Harry caught a perfect glimpse of her bare ass. It was heart-shaped, wide, and very jiggly. Her skin was completely flawless. There was no sign of a thong or any underwear at all. When the skirt settled, she turned and caught Harry staring at it.

“Do you really think so?” she asked, hoping for more compliments. She lifted the back of her dress and continued to flaunt her naked ass. 

Harry stared as she flaunted her body. Fleur’s ass jutted out but still sat high and proud, and there were two little dimples at the very top. Her thighs framed it beautifully. The skin was pale, with just a hint of pink above the crease, as though the sun had never touched it. When she wiggled, the movement made her cheeks jiggle, and the faintest hint of her pussy lips peeked out. His cock stiffened even more, and he realized she was watching for exactly that reaction.

“Mhmm,” Harry said. He let his gaze travel from her calves, to her thighs, and to the curve of her hips. They moved up to her tits, and finally to her beautiful face. She was blushing, and it made her look even sexier. “It looks good on you,” he added.

Fleur’s blush deepened, but she looked very pleased with his compliments. “And you like what’s underneath?” she asked in a very hopeful voice.

“I like.” He stepped closer until they were only a foot apart, and he leaned in, pretending to examine the fabric. He slowly ran his hands down her ribs, feeling the soft material. Fleur smelled like vanilla, but when the breeze shifted, he caught the scent of something else. Her pussy was wet. “I’d like it even more if you showed me again,” he teased.

Without skipping a beat, Fleur did another slow, exaggerated spin. This time, she bent a little at the waist, which made the skirt pop up so high that Harry could see her taut, hairless pussy lips pressed tightly together. She looked over her shoulder at him with a deep blush. “Do you want to see more?” she asked, again sounding hopeful. 

Harry nodded, not bothering to hide his grin. Fleur stepped closer so their bodies almost touched. She pressed her thigh against Harry’s crotch and, with a dramatic little wiggle, she rolled her hips and rubbed herself against his bulge. 

“You’re not like the other boys,” Fleur shakily stated, tilting her head to look him in the eye. “You see what you want, and you go for it.”

“I do,” Harry agreed. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, trailing his knuckle lightly across her cheekbone. Fleur shivered, and her smile widened. She moved even closer, and her tits pressed against his chest. Harry could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin summer dress.

“Would you like to get coffee?” he asked, even though his mind was already several steps ahead of that. 

Fleur brightened at the thought of spending more time with this mysterious man. Her tongue glided slowly along her upper lip, drawing his eyes to her perfect mouth. “Coffee sounds … delicious,” she said, and her body language made it clear she wanted more than just coffee.

Harry offered his arm, and Fleur instantly took it, nestling herself against his side as though he now belonged to her. As they walked back toward the café, her hand found its way to his hip, and her fingers wandered, testing the firmness of his ass through his trousers. She made no effort to be subtle, and when Harry glanced at her, he could see the desire in her eyes.

They reached the café and took a table tucked away in a shady corner. The bored-looking waiter didn’t even blink at Fleur’s lack of panties or the way she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs to flash Harry her bald pussy. He ordered them coffee, and Fleur asked for ice cream, which he happily ordered for her. 

When the treats arrived, Fleur leaned forward and put her elbows on the table. Her tits nearly spilled out of her dress. She wrapped her lips around the spoon, sucked off a glob of ice cream, and then licked it clean in a slow, obscene way.

Harry somehow managed to keep his composure. He took a sip of his coffee, then reached over, took her wrist, and guided her hand to his crotch beneath the tablecloth. Fleur gasped, but didn’t resist. Her fingers closed around his cock, and she giggled, squeezing him lightly.

“Are all English wizards like this?” she quietly asked. Her voice trembled with excitement.

Harry shook his head. “No. Just me.”

Fleur looked down at her hand, then back up at Harry. She bit her lip, and her eyes were full of mischief. “Then I am very lucky.” She stroked him through the fabric of his trousers.

Harry smiled, leaned over, and kissed her. Fleur immediately deepened the kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and she moaned when he sucked on it. 

They didn’t linger long. Fleur finished her ice cream quickly, then propped her chin on her fist and watched Harry finish his coffee. Her eyes were full of fascination, lust, and more than a little obsession. Every few seconds, she’d make a point of adjusting her dress or stretching, just to show off her legs or the curve of her tits. When Harry paid and then stood, she followed, pressing herself tight to his side.

Out on the street, Fleur didn’t let go of his arm. Instead, she steered him down a narrow alley and onto a country lane. During their walk, Fleur took every opportunity to rub herself against him, and she giggled happily when Harry reached under the back of her dress, cupped her bare ass, and squeezed her thick, jiggly cheeks. It was only a five-minute walk to Fleur’s house, but during that time, her desirous feelings had skyrocketed. 

Fleur’s house was really nice, Harry thought. It was a medium-sized chateau that was neither too big nor too small. It was white brick with blue trimmings, and it looked to be at least a couple of hundred years old. Without a word, Fleur opened the door, pulled him by his wrist, and led him upstairs and into her bedroom. He looked around and saw that her bedroom was typical of a woman of her age. There was a vanity with scattered makeup, and there were a few pieces of loose clothing on the floor. 

Fleur glided to the foot of her bed and sat down. She reached down, slipped off her high heel, and let it tumble lightly to the rug. The other shoe followed, and Fleur stretched her legs, kneading her bare feet into the plush comforter.

She grabbed the hem of her dress and began to peel it upward from the bottom. The skirt bunched around her waist, and Fleur paused, grinning back at him. She then tugged the whole dress up and over her head. She tossed the fabric onto a nearby chair and sat back, completely nude and utterly unashamed.

Harry’s breath caught. Fleur’s body was even more incredible than he’d imagined. Her porcelain skin was totally unblemished, and her elegant collarbones and shoulders gave way to the perfect roundness of her breasts. Her tits were large and amazingly round, and they had the kind of weight that made them droop just a little before perking up. Her pale areolas were perfectly circular, and each nipple was stiff and crinkled. They jutted out from her areolas, begging to be sucked. Fleur cupped her breasts in both hands and squeezed them together. She then let go and watched them bounce lightly before settling.

She ran her fingertips down her flat, toned stomach. He could see the faintest suggestion of abs beneath the skin. Her ribs flared out, but her waist was narrow, and her hips curved outward to a set of thighs that were long, soft, and impossibly smooth. Fleur lay back on the bed, resting her head on a pile of pillows, and then she spread her legs wide with a casual, inviting gesture. Her knees pointed outward, and the inside of her thighs was a shade paler than the rest of her body.

But it was what lay between her thighs that made Harry’s mouth turn dry. Fleur’s pussy looked absolutely perfect and flawless. Her mound was completely hairless, and the puffiness of it made him want to lean down and kiss it. Her pussy lips were plump and gently pressed together. Her outer lips were pale and as smooth as silk, while the light pink inner lips delicately peeked out, glistening with wetness. The lips were so fat and juicy, they obscured the slit completely until she shifted her hips, and then the crease parted just enough to reveal a glimmer of the wet pink within. Her clit hid shyly beneath its hood, but even with no stimulation, it looked engorged and swollen. A bead of juice glimmered at the very bottom of her slit, ready to drip down onto the sheets.

Fleur arched her back and pushed her pussy forward as if offering it to Harry. She used both hands to spread her lips apart, exposing the light pink folds within. Harry could see the tight, puckered entrance waiting for him. Fleur’s eyes were locked on Harry, silently begging him to look. Her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, and her nipples stood stiff, desperate to be touched.

Harry couldn’t help but stare. His cock strained against his trousers. It was harder than it had ever been around any other woman. Fleur must have seen it too. She reached for him with both hands, arching her body again so her tits jiggled invitingly.

“Come ‘ere, ‘Arry,” Fleur demanded in a trembling voice. 

Harry unbuttoned his shirt, peeled it off, and dropped it to the floor. Fleur watched his muscles ripple. His arms looked strong enough to pick her up and throw her across the room. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way his trousers tented at the crotch. The fabric strained against the outline of his cock. When he undid his belt, her heart thudded so hard it almost hurt. He unsnapped his jeans, slid them down his hips, and stepped out of them.

Then his boxers were tugged down, and Fleur got her first real look at him. She had seen a few penises before, but none like this. Her jaw dropped. She’d expected Harry to be big from what she had touched, but the reality was almost intimidating. His cock sprang out and pointed directly at her. It was thick, veiny, and ramrod straight. The sheer size was shocking. It looked to be as big as her forearm, and the huge, bulbous head was already flushed with desire. The incredible length accentuated the size of his balls. Fleur couldn’t believe how massive they were. They were heavy, bloated, and perfectly round, and they hung low and proud between his powerful legs. His balls looked swollen and painfully full, as if he was carrying an ocean of cum just for her. She stared at them, mesmerized by the sight, and she felt a jolt of envy for the British girls who had kept this prize to themselves for so long.

She wondered what it would feel like to have him inside her, and how her pussy would manage to stretch for that monster cock. Fleur worried that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. She then worried that he might ruin her pussy with that battering ram of a cock. The thought only made her wetter. Her inner thighs were already slick with her own arousal, and she could feel it pooling beneath her. She had never wanted anything more.

Harry grinned, clearly enjoying her shocked reaction. He took a step toward the bed, and his cock bobbed obscenely. Fleur’s mouth watered, and she realized she was trembling with need. 

He stopped at the edge of the bed and let his cock rest heavily against her bare thigh. The weight of it sent a shiver up her spine. Fleur looked up into Harry’s green eyes, searching for permission, and when he nodded, she reached out with both hands. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, marveling at the heat and the throbbing pulse beneath the skin. It felt alive. Her hands looked tiny by comparison, but she stroked him anyway, eager to please him. 

“Mon Dieu,” she exclaimed in awe, gently squeezing his cock. Her voice quivered. “You are … incroyable.”

Harry smirked down at her flushed face. Fleur didn’t know what he had in store for her. 

Hogwarts Adventure

Apolline came home late in the afternoon. The chateau was quiet, save for the faint chirping of the birds outside. She was climbing the stairs, already thinking of a glass of wine and a hot bath, when she heard the unmistakable sound of moaning coming from Fleur’s bedroom.

At first, Apolline assumed it was just Fleur masturbating again. The girl was insatiable and not shy about it. But this sound was different. It was deeper, needier, and interspersed with high-pitched cries of pleasure. There was also a rhythmic smacking of flesh and a masculine groan. Apolline paused on the landing, and an amused smile graced her gorgeous face. It was rare that a man was involved in any act of sex. It was so rare, in fact, that Apolline’s heart picked up speed, and she was overcome with curiosity.

She walked down the hall, drawn in by the perverse sounds. Fleur’s moans grew louder, desperate, and ragged. It wasn’t until Apolline reached the door that she caught the unmistakable scent of sex drifting out into the hallway. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation of what she might see. She remembered being Fleur’s age, and she remembered the endless need that no worthless man had ever satisfied. She twisted the doorknob and swung the door open, utterly unprepared for the scene before her.

Fleur’s long legs were thrown over a stranger’s shoulders, and her ankles were hooked behind his neck. Her body was folded in half, and her hips were tilted up to meet the man’s relentless thrusts. Fleur’s mouth was open as she gasped and moaned, and her eyes were rolled back in lust. Each slam of the man’s cock into her cunt brought out a choked moan from her sweet lips. 

The man on top of her was unfamiliar. He was dark-haired and broad-shouldered, with the taut physique of a Quidditch athlete. However, it was the size of his cock that froze Apolline in place. It was monstrous. It looked more like an artist’s fantasy than something a real man could possess. She was spellbound as she watched it piston in and out of Fleur. Every vein and curve glistened with Fleur’s arousal.

Apolline’s breath caught as she saw how Fleur’s pussy lips stretched to accommodate the invader. Each time the man pulled back, the lips desperately clung to the shaft and were drawn out into a wet, trembling O before snapping back in. When he thrust forward, the lips spread wide enough to almost split open, and his cock sank in up to the balls, which slapped loudly against Fleur’s asshole. Each impact quivered her thighs and sent ripples across the surface of her perfect, creamy skin.

The air was filled with the heavy, wet squelch of his cock stretching her folds, the obscene slapping of flesh, and the gasps and groans of both participants. Fleur was creaming all over his cock, smearing in streaks along his length, but still more poured out with every thrust. Her pussy gushed fluid and dribbled down over her puckering asshole. It was as if she was trying to milk him for all he was worth.

Apolline couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man’s balls. They were huge. Each one was the size of a ripe peach, and every time he rammed into Fleur, they pounded against her asshole with a force that looked violent. The puckered hole twitched, winked, and glistened with Fleur’s juices as the heavy sack battered it again and again. Apolline’s mouth went dry at the sight. She’d never seen a man so virile. Hell, she’d never seen a man with any level of virility, and the effect it had on Fleur was fascinating.

Fleur’s hands gripped the sheets tightly, and she screamed with every orgasm. There were many, and each was triggered by the brutal stretching and relentless pounding of that massive cock. It seemed like every powerful thrust produced another orgasm. Her whole body shook with each climax, and Apolline could see her pussy juice running down the man’s shaft and dripping off his balls onto the sheets below. The sight was filthy, and the knowledge that Fleur could take such a monster cock and beg for more sent a bolt of jealousy and envy straight through Apolline’s core.

Apolline’s own pussy clenched in sympathy and need, and she realized her hands were trembling. She pressed her thighs together, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Her pussy was already throbbing.

She stepped into the room, and the man, with his cock still buried balls deep in Fleur, turned to look at her. His eyes were the brightest green she had ever seen, and he grinned when he caught her staring. He didn’t stop fucking Fleur the entire time. 

Fleur’s hips jerked, and she let out a strangled moan. “What are you doing in my room?!” she whimpered hoarsely. 

Apolline flushed red. “I was just making sure you were safe,” she lied. She slid onto the edge of the bed, stroked Fleur’s cheek, and swept her sweat-soaked hair back. Fleur shuddered and clung to her hand, crying out with pleasure.

Apolline watched closely as another shuddering orgasm overtook her. Fleur’s pussy seemed to clamp down even tighter on the cock, squeezing it so hard that when the man finally pulled out, the lips stretched after it, then snapped closed and quivered in protest. The shaft was glazed with white cream, and a long string of arousal hung between Fleur’s opening and the tip. The man pressed forward again, and the whole process of stretching, squelching, creaming, and pounding started again. 

Apolline couldn’t help it. She reached beneath her skirt, found her panties already soaked through, and began to stroke herself as she watched Fleur and the stranger fuck like wild animals. The sight alone was enough to bring her to the edge. She didn’t even try to hold back her moans.

Apolline had just slid her hand down into her panties when Fleur shakily cried out. “Please! I need a moment! I’m too sensitive!” She screamed through another orgasm right after that. Mercifully, the stranger pulled his cock out with a wet, slurping sound, and Fleur rolled onto her side, curled up, and spasmed through her orgasm. The man’s cock was now out in the open for Apolline to see. He wasn’t shy either. He didn’t seem to mind that Apolline was openly staring at that glorious slab of meat. 

“Harry Potter,” he introduced himself with a smile. Apolline blushed deeply. 

“Apolline Delacour,” she shakily introduced herself. Harry smiled, took her hand, and seductively kissed the top. That was all it took for Apolline to cum.