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AN: This story takes place after Harry has graduated from Hogwarts. All characters are over the age of eighteen (18).

PAGE BREAK“’Arry?” Fleur called upstairs. Even though her English was far better than before, she still liked pronouncing his name with a thicker accent, and Harry liked it too. “Are you finished packing?”

Honestly, why did he always leave it to the last minute? She was standing waiting by the front door inside of their French villa, right beside the small table with the length of rope that was destined to carry them far away from here. It must be so simple being a man. All they had to do was throw things into their suitcase at the last minute and they’d be perfectly fine.

Fleur had finished packing the night before and looked absolutely perfect now. She had a cute pair of sandals on as well as a short, pink skirt and tube top that covered her up nicely.

“’Arry?” Fleur called again when she didn’t hear a response.

“Coming, love,” Harry called back.

“You’d better not be!” Fleur replied as a grin came to her lips. “If there’s another woman up there making you cum then I’ll—”

Suddenly, he appeared at the top of the staircase in some loose-fitting swimming trunks that were perfectly fitting for their vacation in the Mediterranean Sea. His dark hair was a half-controlled mess as always, but it seemed fitting for a beach vacation, and his bare torso showed off his impressive muscles.

He hurried down the steps and dropped his suitcase right next to hers before leaning in and giving her a kiss. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, giving her ass a playful squeeze.

“One day, I’ll convince you to pack before the morning of our trip,” Fleur told him as she smiled at his touch. Even after being together for a few years, he truly couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

“And one day I’ll listen to you,” he replied cheekily.

Fleur laughed and spanked his butt. “Grab the portkey.”

He grinned as he picked up the rope and held out the remaining length to her. “You know, if you keep that up, I’ll have to spank you back once we’re in our cabin.”

“Just be careful to wait until then,” Fleur reminded him. “Every Veela coven is pretty sexually charged, but this one is unlike any other. No one is able to visit this island without an invitation, and with so few men there, you’re bound to get plenty of female attention. If you show any hint that you’re a sexual being…”

“I’ll be dragged down into the sand and have beautiful Veela riding my cock until I’m completely dehydrated,” Harry finished for her, recalling her earlier speech. He laughed again. “I know, I know. I’ll be careful.”

“It’s more than being careful,” Fleur pointed out. “Some of these women have never left the island. They’re so sex starved that they’ll be throwing themselves at you.”

“Bully for them,” Harry replied. “I only have eyes for you.”

She knew that he meant that, which was the only reason that she was comfortable taking Harry to this private island. Ever since they started dating, he’d been nothing but attentive to her. She still worked at Gringotts and he was now an Auror. While they were both still in their early twenties, she’d been expecting a proposal from him these past few months. They would forever love each other, and this trip was the first big show of trust that Fleur was offering him.

Veela could be insatiable sexual beings when they wanted to be. And while she trusted her partner to hold himself back from any of the temptations he might face, Fleur also wanted to see him hold himself back. If he was to become her partner, then she had to know that he could be trusted to maintain his composure.

Fleur knew that she was tricking him somewhat with this trip, but she hoped that he’d understand. Besides, if he performed well enough, she was certain that he’d be glad for the rewards she was ready to give him.

Fleur grabbed the other end of the rope with one hand and grabbed onto her suitcase with the other. A second after Harry grabbed his, the world spun around them, and they were suddenly transported.

Fleur closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she felt warm sand beneath her toes. The sun shone brightly in the distance, still caught in its early-morning radiance. Countless huts were built on platforms just above the water along the shoreline, and hundreds of truly beautiful women were walking around. Most wore only the skimpiest bikinis imaginable with triangles that barely covered their nipples and bottoms that were incredibly slim. The remainder wore nothing at all, letting their nakedness bask in the warmth of the sun.

As always, Harry stumbled upon his landing—he’d never quite adapted to magical travel, as few powerful witches and wizards did—but once he stabilised, he only had a bright smile for her. All of those horror stories of Veela who’d brought their partners here only for them to instantly gawk at the nearest naked Veela faded from Fleur’s mind. Harry was hers, and he always would be.

“Welcome to our island,” a young, brunette Veela spoke up from just a few feet away in perfect English. She must’ve been nineteen or twenty years old, dressed in a colourful bikini that complimented her dark skin beautifully. Her bandeau top covered her ample breasts completely, but her nipples were nice and hard and showed through the thin fabric. Her bottoms were skimpier, just barely covering her sex.

“Thank you,” Harry smiled lightly at her, his eyes focused on hers rather than on her body. “We’re grateful to be welcomed to such a sacred place.”

Fleur could see the lust fill the woman’s eyes. It wasn’t every day that a man didn’t simply collapse at her beauty and ogle her body like a man who’d never witnessed a woman before. Her cheeks reddened and she shifted her stance to make her left hip stick out more.

She seemed quite innocent and beautiful. Maybe she could…

“What’s your name?” Fleur asked suddenly.

“Rosette,” the woman answered, quickly turning her gaze away from Harry.

“Rosette,” Fleur repeated with a smile. “Could you show us to our hut?”

“Of course,” she replied professionally, the blush quickly fading from her face. She turned around sharply, making her particularly round ass bounce perfectly before she started walking down the wooden pathway that led along the huts.

Fleur was pleased that they’d given them a hut along the western coast of the island so that she and Harry could watch the setting sun at night, undoubtedly while they were making love.

“Is this your first time here?” Rosette asked Harry more so than Fleur.

“Yes,” he answered happily. “Fleur’s been talking about taking me here for the past few years, but this was the first chance I managed to get a break from work.”

“Oh?” Rosette said, her ears perking up. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m a Senior Auror,” Harry answered.

“How wonderful,” Rosette exclaimed excitedly. “I’d always hoped to meet a man in uniform. Not while I was in trouble, mind you.”

Harry laughed loud enough along with her that he missed Rosette’s muttered remark: “Unless…”

Fleur cocked her head to the side, intrigued. Rosette was quite a beautiful woman. If she could do what she wanted, then she’d make a fine candidate.

Rosette spent the rest of the trip over to their hut chatting with Harry and pointedly ignoring Fleur. Harry replied appropriately and always tried to include Fleur in the conversation whenever he could, but he was never rude. It was the type of behaviour she’d hoped that he’d exhibit.

Their hut sat on the far west of the small island. Sounds of pleasure rang out loudly from the nearby huts, and Rosette just grinned at the sounds.

“I trust that you’re both okay with hearing all of this?” She smiled at Harry. “This island can bring out inner passions in people.”

“It’s fine,” Harry chuckled as he glanced back at Fleur. “It’s not the first time we’ve heard another couple going at it, right?”

Fleur also chuckled at the memory. A hotel in Brisbane that had some terribly thin walls had provided quite the excitement for them. “It won’t be long before we join the symphony.”

Even that insinuation didn’t seem to deter Rosette’s infatuation with Harry. She was practically eye-fucking him as she looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his swimming trunks. “If you need anything, anything at all, please ask anyone for me. I’d be more than happy to fulfill your every wish.”

“Thank you,” Harry said sincerely before he opened the door. “Oh, look, Fleur, they have foot baths in here.”

Fleur smiled at Rosette as she followed Harry into their hut and passed her a secret note that Harry didn’t notice. Trusting that the message would be received, Fleur closed the door firmly behind her and Harry. There was a long entry corridor where they could put their shoes and bags down before it split off into a large bathroom and the bedroom off to the side.

“Wow,” Harry exclaimed as he stepped into the bedroom.

Fleur almost had the same reaction as she entered the room. It was wide and open with grand glass doors that opened out to the ocean, and the massive bed that overlooked the ocean seemed fit to hold five, if not six, people. The sun was high in the sky right now, but she could imagine just how beautiful it would look once the sun was fading.

But all of that beauty was nothing compared to the lust that Fleur felt in her core.

She pounced on Harry suddenly, giggling as he instinctively landed on his back so that she was straddling his lap.

“You passed the first test,” she told him as she leaned down to kiss his lips. “Rosette wanted you to fuck her so badly, and you barely noticed her.”

“Oh, I noticed her interest,” Harry snorted.

“Even better then,” Fleur said as she kissed him again. “I know just how fucking hot she looked. If I was a man, I’d have fucked her by now.”

“That’s because you’d fuck any hot woman you came across,” Harry laughed.

That was true, and Fleur wasn’t ashamed of it. A beautiful woman was the second-best thing to the most handsome man in the world. Harry was the latter, but she always got excited whenever she saw the former.

“I feel guilty that I’ve kept you from other women,” Fleur admitted. “Your glory deserves to be spread around to those who can handle you.”

“But I only want you,” Harry reminded her.

“Please,” Fleur rolled her eyes. “Even as beautiful as I am, that doesn’t mean that you can’t find other women beautiful too.”

“I never said that I didn’t,” he playfully argued back.

“Then why don’t you want to fuck them too?” Fleur asked.

“Because I have you,” Harry answered honestly. “You’re the best partner I’ve ever had, and I can never imagine having anyone better than you.”

“But what about someone different than me? Someone who reacts differently to what you do. Someone whose pussy feels different wrapped tight around your cock?”

Harry shook his head. “They might be good, even great, but they’d never compare to you.”

That sealed it in her mind. As certain as Fleur had been that Harry would never leave her, hearing him say this was just the reassurance she needed to give him the final push.

“I haven’t always been honest with you,” she admitted plainly. Harry cocked his head curiously to the side as she continued. “I’ve always thought that it’d be really hot to watch you fuck another woman. A one-night stand type of thing, or maybe over a week or two. I know that you love me with all your heart and that you’d never cheat on me, but the idea of watching you make another woman scream the way you make me scream really excites me. I’d really love to see you do it and—”

Harry’s arms suddenly engulfed her, and Fleur stopped her babbling.

“If this is what you really want from me, I’ll do it,” he murmured into her ear.

Fleur looked up at him with hope in her eyes. “Really?”

“It’s not like I’ll hate it,” Harry chuckled. “Besides, seeing your cute face there and watching your every reaction while I fuck this other woman will make it all worth it. And I’ll be sure to finish inside of you, but only once you’re cumming too and screaming my name.”

Now that was an idea that Fleur could get behind.

She exploded with glee and hugged Harry back tightly, pushing him back down onto the bed. “You’re the greatest!”

“I know,” he laughed. “Now, why don’t we take a walk around the island before supper. I’d like to get familiar with this place.”

A chance to strut around the island with her man? Fleur wouldn’t take anything less.

“Just let me get changed into my bikini,” Fleur told Harry.

“Really?” He rolled his eyes playfully. “It’s basically floss.”

“But it’s more than nothing,” Fleur retorted. “And besides, it’ll make everyone else try to imagine and fantasise what’s going on beneath.”

And so Fleur changed into her bikini. Like most of the other Veela here, it barely covered her nipples and her pussy. The royal blue bikini had gold rings on her hips and in between her breasts to hold the fabric together. The top allowed her voluptuous breasts to sit high on her chest while the back of the thong disappeared into her ass cheeks and only reappeared at the band that ran along her waist. She looked truly gorgeous and seductive, but as they stepped outside, she was once again reminded that on this island, it was men who commanded attention most of all. Harry gave her plenty of attention with his glances, but the other Veela on the island only had eyes for Harry.

Her core heated up and she began to feel wetness forming on her lower lips as they walked around the island, taking in the sights of the various huts along the shore and the buildings built higher up on the gentle hills.

They met others during their walk: either the rare couple or the more common solo Veela. While the two couples they passed by merely offered smiles, it was the solo Veela that attracted the most attention to themselves. Quite a few strutted to try to draw Harry’s attention while others pretended to ignore Harry in the hopes of him finding them unusual and curious. A couple of times, they found Veela standing off to the side of the trail masturbating openly, but Harry ignored them as he would any odd passerby on the street.

Eventually, they wrapped all the way back around towards their hut. The huts along the coast formed a C-like shape, and at its centre sat a common building where communal meals were served. Given that the evening was nearly upon them now, Fleur and Harry decided to head inside.

They found an open building with countless massive windows open to the outside air. At the far end of the large room sat the chef’s station where four Veela worked hard to produce food for the evening rush. Three long tables dominated the room, and there were already several Veela sat around them.

Fleur guided Harry to the open seats at the very centre of the room and sat across from him as a waitress rushed over with fresh water and a menu for them to peruse. Like the other Veela, she was utterly gorgeous. Her bright-red hair complemented her fair skin perfectly, and her small but perky breasts were hidden behind two very small squares of fabric. Her bottoms covered up quite a bit but still ended up buried in her ass cheeks.

“My name’s Cléo,” the waitress told them in perfect English. “Please let me know if you need anything. I’ll be back in a few minutes for your order.”

“Enjoying your first day here?” Fleur wiggled her eyebrows as their waitress darted back to the kitchen, her bare ass cheeks jiggling with each step she took.

“It’s been a lot to take in,” Harry grinned at her. “I’d dare say that you under-prepared me for just how many nude women I’d see.”

“Maybe that was the point,” Fleur teased him. “Maybe I wanted to make sure that you were good and ready for me tonight.”

“Oh?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “Ready to make the neighbours jealous already?”

“It’ll happen one way or the other,” Fleur pointed out. “There’s no way that I’m going a week without having sex with you. Unless you misbehave.”

“Then I’ll promise to be on my best behaviour,” Harry winked at her.

A few minutes later, Cléo returned to their table to take their order. Suddenly, Fleur grabbed the woman’s wrist.

“What do you think of my partner?” Fleur asked her bluntly.

Harry looked uncomfortable as Cléo turned to truly scrutinise him, but Fleur merely felt a flare of pleasure fill her belly.

“He’s quite handsome,” Cléo said. “The type of man that any woman would want. I could picture him bending me over this table and—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Fleur cut her off. Cléo seemed disappointed that she couldn’t continue with her fantasy, but Fleur knew that there would be plenty of time for that later. “Thank you, Cléo. We’re ready to order now.”

Fleur was ravenous by the time their food arrived. She knew that she’d need the calories for their evening activities, so she ate every last morsel of food on her plate. When Cléo came back around, she refused any desert. She had a different plan in mind for that.

Harry looked fully satiated after his steak. As full as he seemed, Fleur knew from experience that it wouldn’t still his physicality afterwards. Smiling as he offered her his arm, she let him guide her out of the building, completely ignorant to the note she’d left behind on their table.

They took an evening walk along the western side of the island, watching as the sun slowly began to set. Several other couples and single Veela were out watching the sun set too, basking in all of its radiance and glory.

Once the sun reached the horizon, Fleur was happily led back to their hut by Harry.

“Head on in,” Fleur told Harry. “I’ll be there in just a few minutes.”

He raised a single eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. “What do you have planned?” He asked her pointedly.

“Something fun,” she replied evasively. “Go on in. Trust me, okay?”

Harry didn’t hesitate before nodding. “If you’re not in here within ten minutes though, I’m coming out to look for you.”

Fair enough. If her newfound allies weren’t here by then, then they’d miss their chance on a night of pure pleasure.

Harry closed the door behind him as he entered their hut, and Fleur turned around, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, as she waited for the others to arrive. It was such a shame to be stuck out here waiting for them, but it would all be worth it in the end.

Cléo came walking down the wood pathway only a few minutes later. She was still in her skimpy bikini, and her red hair bounced from shoulder to shoulder as she walked.

“This isn’t a joke, is it?” Cléo asked Fleur.

“No joke,” she promised her as she licked her lips. “I’ve dreamt of Harry fucking other women for so long that I can’t bare it any more. We’ve both talked about inviting someone else into our bed for a long time, but it’s never happened. Tonight, I’m making it happen.”

“Good,” Cléo smiled brightly. “Then let’s get started.”

“Not yet,” Fleur interjected. “We have one more person we’re waiting on.”

Cléo quickly grew impatient. It was a sensation that Fleur truly understood. Harry was a complete oddity when it came to wizards, and there couldn’t be more than a handful of others in existence who could match his level of control around Veelas. It was every Veela’s dream to end up with someone who wouldn’t be overcome by their gifts, but sadly it was only a select few who ever ended up in such a relationship. Even a brief fling was seen as a great triumph among Veela.

The sun was nearly a quarter of the way set when Fleur spotted Rosette strutting up along the shoreline. She must’ve been busy helping other visitors to the island settle, but now she had a spring in her step that clearly matched her excitement for what was to come.

“Is Cléo joining us too?” Rosette asked.

Good, the two of them knew each other. That would make this so much easier.

“Yes,” Fleur answered quickly. “And it’ll be a battle between the two of you to see who gets my partner first.”

Instantly, any feelings of envy towards Fleur faded as Cléo and Rosette stared each other down. An invisible battle of wills passed between them. From the way these minute expressions crossed their faces, Fleur saw that Cléo was steadily backing down even though she was at least a few years older than Rosette.

“I’ll be taking him first,” Rosette declared firmly, her brown eyes sparkling with confidence.

Rather than let Cléo get down about the results though, Fleur grabbed onto the redhead’s arm. “Then you’ll be with me,” she said.

Cléo smiled lustfully at Fleur. If there was one thing that Veela were excellent at, it was pleasuring each other. Their bodies were far more susceptible to pleasure than any normal woman’s was, and they instinctively knew how to maximise that pleasure when they were by themselves or with each other. Of course, such feelings would never be able to match the true delight that was having a massive cock inside of their pussies, but it was enough to make the waiting bearable.

“Follow me in, ladies,” Fleur grinned as she opened the door to the hut. She was sure that Harry could hear the three sets of feet quietly walking along the wooden floor and wondered just what he was thinking as the three of them came into view.

There, laying stark naked on the bed, was Harry. Her darling partner was just the right sort of handsome for any woman to be attracted to. His body was fairly muscular without being overly so, and he had a thick patch of hair on his chest that you could faintly see scars through. Those striking green eyes of his could make any witch weak in the knees, but what did that even better was the massive cock laying between his thighs.

The first night they fucked, Fleur couldn’t believe how big he was. Even as a Veela, she struggled to imagine being able to fit it all inside of her, but her body found a way. It’d scratched a deep itch inside of her that no other cock had been able to manage to do, and ever since then, she’d been hooked on him. It was rare that they ever went a day without fucking, and they usually liked to get in a minimum of two rounds in.

A spike of pride shot through Fleur as Cléo and Rosette both choked in surprise. This was her man, and it was going to be glorious to see if either of them could handle him.

“’Arry, you remember Cléo and Rosette, don’t you?” Fleur purred. “I think they both want to express their gratitude to you for gracing their lives with your presence.”

It was haughty and grandiose and exactly what Fleur wanted. Her core began to heat and a tingle ran across her clit. She was so desperate to start touching herself, but she didn’t want to have any distractions when she watched Rosette make her move.

Bouncing on her heels, Rosette practically drooled as she leapt towards Harry. She tore at her colourful bikini, letting her large breasts bounce out. Her black nipples looked so hard and eager to be sucked on, but Rosette seemed more keen on being the one doing the sucking.

Harry stood up, his cock bobbing heavily. Rosette dropped to her knees in front of him and, with the utmost reverence, grabbed his cock with both hands and smacked it against her face, gasping at how thick and hefty it was in her hands.

“When I first saw the two of you here, I knew that you had to have a giant cock, but I never knew that it’d be like this,” Rosette said in amazement.

“Quit wasting time,” Cléo whined as she rubbed her thighs together. She probably would’ve jumped Harry too if Fleur weren’t holding her arm. “Suck his cock already! I want it nice and wet for me.”

“Ignore her,” Rosette told Harry. “She’s a needy one. Bet she won’t last more than a minute with your cock inside of her. Me on the other hand…”

Rosette opened her mouth as wide as it could possibly go and wrapped her lips around the tip of Harry’s wonderful cock, but she didn’t stop there. She pushed forward, taking his cock inch by inch down her throat until she was completely stuffed. It was the type of thing that Fleur liked to do to surprise him when he came home from work, something that only a Veela could manage.

“Bloody hell,” Harry chuckled, running his hand through Rosette’s kinky, dark hair. “I’m surprised you could take my cock that easily.”

Rosette hummed happily around his cock and nuzzled her nose against his pubic bone. After a few seconds, she pulled back with a silly smile on her lips. “I may only be twenty, but I know how to please a man. And trust me, this’ll be the best blowjob you ever get.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at Fleur. “She’s confident that she can give you a run for your money.”

“Let her be,” Fleur replied. “It’s always nice to see prideful women realise that they can’t compare to me.”

Rosette clearly took that as the challenge it was intended and started sucking Harry’s cock again. She bobbed her head up and down furiously, slamming his cock down her throat while her tongue worked his shaft.

Now that she knew things would go exactly as she imagined, Fleur tugged Cléo over to the bed. As they climbed onto it, Fleur felt a tingle run over her body. Then, suddenly, Cléo’s skimpy bikini vanished off of her body. Knowing that hers was gone too, she glanced back and saw Harry grinning at them as he guided Rosette’s head back and forth as she sucked his cock.

“Cheeky,” Fleur winked at him before she turned to Cléo. The redhead was stretched out like a goddess on the bed, cupping her small breasts and teasing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Her legs were ever so slightly parted, hinting at the pink slit hidden between them.

“Are you going to spend the whole night watching me?” Cléo asked Fleur. “Or are you going to—”

Fleur darted forward faster than Cléo expected and buried her head between her thighs. Veelas were always raring and ready to go the moment they were confronted with sex, so Fleur didn’t need to be gentle or slow.

Instead, her lips found Cléo’s clit and pressed down on it firmly. It was enough pleasure to bother most normal witches, but for a Veela it felt simply sublime.

Cléo squealed loudly, her limbs thrashing about before her hands came around to grab onto Fleur’s silvery-blond hair to hold her in place. “Keep going, keep going!” Cléo begged Fleur as the first bursts of pleasure began to spark through her.

Fleur would never dream of stopping, not while she was also able to watch Rosette suck her partner’s cock out of the corner of her eyes. Rosette’s chin was starting to drip with drool as Harry started to fuck her mouth like he owned it. His hips were pistoning back and forth rapidly, and his balls kept smacking noisily off of her messy chin. Fleur adored whenever Harry did that to her.

“Fleur,” Cléo whined.

Damn, it was a lot easier to get distracted watching than Fleur had first imagined. She forcibly averted her gaze away from Harry and went back to suckling at Cléo’s clit as she quickly pushed two fingers into her sopping-wet hole. Cléo moaned and rolled her hips, helping Fleur to find that special spot inside of her. Fleur knew the second she hit the right spot from the way that Cléo’s entire body tightened up.

As her other hand drifted down towards her pussy, Fleur grinned as she heard Rosette gargling and choking around Harry’s cock. She wasn’t doing as well as she thought if this was what she was bringing to the table. It was a hot thing to do when Harry was close to cumming, but Fleur could see that Rosette was simply struggling to keep up with the pace that Harry wanted to set.

At least it reminded her of her place.

Cléo began to moan louder as Fleur’s fingers worked her g-spot ever so carefully. She was sure to never apply too much pressure at once so as to overwhelm her, but she did keep up her efforts to bring her right up to the brink until…

Harry groaned, and as Fleur glanced over, she could see Rosette’s throat working as she drank down Harry’s cum. For some Veela, the taste of cum alone was enough to set off an orgasm, and Rosette seemed to be one of them. As Harry’s cum worked its way into her stomach, Rosette’s body started trembling, growing in intensity until she flung herself back onto the floor and convulsed as her fingers rubbed desperately at her clit.

Cléo saw the same thing that happened, and as much as she was enjoying Fleur’s ministrations, Harry’s visible cock took precedence. She rolled herself away from Fleur over to the edge of the bed and then let her knees fall down to the floor so that she was perfectly bent over. Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her ass enticingly.

“I did picture you bending me over,” Cléo told Harry with a wicked grin.

Even though he’d just cum, Harry was one of those men who was blessed by an intense fountain of magical power within him. It was well known that those who held magical power in any form were better lovers than those who weren’t, and so Harry’s cock didn’t flag for a second. He looked just as hard and ready as before.

Frustrated that her companion had left her, Fleur turned so that she was face to face with Cléo. She still kept rubbing her own pussy and occasionally dipping her fingers into her wet pussy. It kept the fire in her core burning, the tingling sensation bringing her to the edge of what was possible without a partner.

“I’m… EEP!” Cléo cried out loudly as Harry’s cock spread her lower lips and pushed inside of her waiting pussy.

Fleur moaned at the sight of Cléo’s orgasmic expression. It was the perfect picture between pure bliss and the limits of what any normal woman could experience. Her face showed the love and overwhelming happiness that came from a type of pleasure that nothing else could come close too.

And then, Harry’s cock bottomed out inside of Cléo, and she gasped. Harry groaned, and Fleur knew that Cléo’s pussy had just clamped down hard around his cock. Only a Veela pussy could make a man feel like that.

Steadily, Cléo’s body began rocking back and forth on the bed as Harry started to fuck her.

Fleur knew from experience just how stretched out Cléo was. Her pussy would be pressed to its very limits today; it took time to adjust to a man like Harry. Her fingers were a poor substitute for Harry’s cock, but it helped fuel her imagination.

As Cléo jostled forward, Fleur puckered her lips and kissed the beautiful Veela. The first caught Cléo off guard—she was too enveloped by the sensations of Harry’s cock to imagine anything outside of her body—but she tried to return the kiss on the second. It was hard to match with the power with which Harry was fucking with her, but Fleur did her best to control the pace and kiss Cléo any chance she had.

But before long, Cléo was simply just moaning. She couldn’t kiss Fleur back because she was too busy trying not to cum around Harry’s cock within the minute mark like Rosette had said she would. It was that competitive drive that all Veela had within them that pushed them to reach their very best. Cléo was trying to hold on, but it was a failing effort.

Any second now, Cléo would cum all around Harry’s cock, but she was trying so hard to wait for Harry to cum first. She wanted to feel that pleasure burst inside of her, and Harry was well aware of that. He knew just how much Fleur desired his cum and the physical response it elicited.

“Please!” Cléo screamed. “I need you to cum in me!”

Harry didn’t respond with words; he responded with action. Fleur watched as he screwed up his face, shut his eyes, and truly tried to focus on her pussy wrapped around his cock and how damned good it felt. He rammed into her again and again.

Cléo’s voice gave out as she came around Harry’s cock. Her body throbbed and trembled on the bed, and Harry had to grab onto her hips to keep her held up. He kept pounding into her pussy, grunting with power until he finally exploded.

Cléo’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Harry filled her pussy up with cum. He collapsed on top of her, slamming his hips against her ass as he buried his cock as deep inside of her pussy as it could go. His body pulsed again and again as he spewed every last drop inside of her, and only once the two of them felt fully finished did he pull out of Cléo.

Laughing, Fleur removed her fingers from her pussy and crawled over to the edge of the bed to place them upon Harry’s lips. He opened his mouth happily and took them in. His tongue licked her juices clean from her ever so slowly, ensuring that he didn’t miss a drop.

“You were fantastic,” Fleur told Harry sincerely.

“It wasn’t too much?” He asked her, double checking to make sure that she was still as into this as she’d said earlier in the day.

Fleur smiled at how sweet he was being. “It was perfect,” she told him sincerely.

He scooped her up into the air, and she wrapped her arms around his back, squeezing her breasts firmly against his chest. With an incredible ease, he raised her hips and lined his cock up with her dripping-wet pussy and slowly began to sink her down onto it.

“That’s good,” Fleur moaned as his cock steadily stretched her open. Even after all this time that they’d been together, she’d never once gotten bored or tired with how good Harry’s cock felt. It was something truly perfect and thrilling in a way that nothing could compete with.

Rosette got up off of the floor and helped Cléo back up onto the bed. Both of them looked terribly overwhelmed with what Harry’s cock had done to them, but they were no less lustful as they watched Harry bounce Fleur on top of his cock. This was just the first round, and Fleur knew that they’d be ready for more soon. But for now, Harry was all hers.

Watching other women be with her man had excited her to the point that her pussy was a rush of liquid. She felt herself dripping around Harry’s massive cock as his hands gripped her ass firmly and lifted her up and dropped her back down onto his cock.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Harry groaned.

Fleur giggled. “You fucked me last night,” she pointed out.

“It’s still been too long,” Harry argued back playfully. He gave her ass a spank. “You feel better than anyone else.”

Fleur glanced back and saw that both Rosette and Cléo were glaring furiously at Fleur. She merely grinned back and moaned especially loud as she bounced on Harry’s cock again.

Then, suddenly, she yelped as she felt herself falling backwards onto her back. Harry fell with her, landing on top of her and delivering the most satiating kiss that she’d ever had in her life. He was practically breathing new life into her lungs as he slammed forward into her pussy, knocking all of the other air out of her. Rosette and Cléo both shifted their positions on the bed so that they could watch Harry fuck Fleur as they both fingered each other’s swelling pussies.

Harry’s cock would utterly ruin them again and again throughout the night until they became too exhausted for anymore. And Fleur would enjoy herself by having whoever wasn’t getting fucked to eat her out. It was a fair exchange if they wanted her man’s huge cock to fill them up.

“Fuck, ‘Arry,” Fleur moaned loudly as he palmed her breast and slammed forward until her pussy was bursting at the seams with his girth. He stirred his cock around inside of her, letting her truly test her limits and feel just how large he was. Fleur writhed and moaned on the bed, instinctively reaching out to grab Rosette’s thigh for support.

“I saved my best for you,” he promised her.

That meant nearly half an hour of fucking. “I don’t know if I can last that long,” Fleur admitted, feeling her pussy already beginning to pulse around his cock.

“Just do your best,” Harry whispered in her ear. “You’re so good to me. I know you’ll try hard.”

Fleur’s entire being fluttered in excitement. Her pussy squeezed tight around Harry’s cock as he rammed into her again. “’Arry!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as he filled her full again. She hoped that their neighbours would hear it and understand just how wonderful her partner was.

Despite her scream, Harry kept fucking her hard, knowing exactly what she liked. His cock slid to the point that it was about to slip out of her pussy before he slammed himself back deep inside of her. His balls had to be clenching tightly at how good she felt around him. No matter how many times he masturbated when she was absent, the moment he entered into her slick pussy, he was always ready to cum again.

Even after two orgasms, Harry felt just as hard as the moment she’d first seen him.

Harry pounded her down into the bed. His thrusts hammered her harder and harder down, leaving a noticeable indent in the otherwise flawless bed. Rosette and Cléo were both salivating at the sight as they pleasured each other, their moans joining Fleur’s in a glorious symphony.

Steadily, Fleur’s entire body began to tremble just as the other Veelas’ had. She felt her pussy pulsing around Harry’s cock and it responded in kind. His face was flushed and full of lust, but it was his rippling muscles and powerful hips that helped drive her true excitement from all of this.

“I’m close,” Fleur whimpered. Her fingers had never been close to anything that his cock could recreate. How could she ever fool herself into believing that they could be in second place to it? Harry’s cock was so many times greater than her own or any other Veela’s fingers that it felt better to put them in fourth or fifth place on the scale, leaving second and third for pleasures yet undiscovered.

“Stay with me,” Harry almost begged her. “Just a minute. Forty seconds at most.”

Fleur tried, she really did, but holding back herself from exhibiting the pleasures that she felt seemed like an impossible task. Harry utterly overwhelmed her, and the harder she tried to hold back, the stronger her orgasm built within her.

And yet, somehow, someway, she managed to hold on just long enough. Whether it was through sheer will or her body’s desire to experience the ultimate pleasure, she didn’t know. All that mattered was that she felt ecstasy in the end.

The strong pulsing of Harry’s cock signalled something different. Fleur’s pussy clenched down hard around him, begging him to cum inside of her as he continued to slide back and forth inside of her pussy.

In an instant, Fleur came undone, screeching Harry’s name to the heavens as he exploded inside of her pussy, painting her insides white with his cum. The two of them were utterly lost in their copulation, incapable of seeing or even imagining anything beyond the experience that spanned just the two of them.

Even when the orgasm began to fade, Fleur’s head was still spinning with pleasure. Harry had fallen on top of her and was leaving lovely, messy kisses all over her face wherever he could reach her. Fleur wished that she could replicate them on his face, but her body still needed a minute to recover.

In their exhaustion, neither of them noticed Cléo and Rosette crawling over towards them.

“Is it our turn again?” Rosette asked, utterly in awe of what she’d just seen.

Fleur giggled into Harry’s chin and kissed him again. “It’s up to you,” she said. “Are you ready for some more Veela action?”

“Always,” Harry grinned down at her.

The feeling of his cock leaving her pussy didn’t quite feel like a loss as it normally did. It felt like the spark before a fire. These Veela had but the first taste of what Harry had to offer them; they hadn’t ever experienced a man who could go all night with them.

Smiling at the feeling of Harry’s cum gently leaking out of her pussy, Fleur shifted across the bed to rest her head against the pillows as Rosette mounted Harry’s cock.

They were in for a long night. Harry’s stamina wasn’t in question. It was solely a matter of how long these Veela could last through the remainder of their vacation.