Animal Instincts- Part 4 (Patreon)

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Casting- I made a change for Fleur's casting

Tonks- Claire Kennedy Walsh

Hestia- Marilyn Melo

Fleur- Patrycja Pavoxy

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, Hestia?” Despite being naked, marked from hours of vigorous sex, with Harry’s cum leaking from her pussy, Tonks commanded the room

She knew that, ever since that first time in the Shrieking Shack, Hestia continued spying on them at every opportunity. Not that I can blame her. I imagine we put on quite the show. The Extendable Ear was brilliant, but she still caught it.

So, while she’d been expecting to find her fellow Auror outside the door, their other guest was entirely unexpected. Not that I’m complaining… and neither will Harry.  Even Tonks, who could change her appearance at will, found Fleur utterly captivating. Babe is a walking wet dream.

Her attention was pulled away from the French bombshell as Hestia stammered out a reply to her question, “I… Tonks… I was just curious… and then…”

“You were just curious to see what had me in such a good mood…” Tonks finished for her, “And once you found out, you decided to do it again… and again… and again. Every chance you could get, really.” She took a step closer, her bare breasts jiggling with the movement, “So, again, you’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”

Unable to meet her eye, Hestia seemed to find the tops of her own socks particularly fascinating, “I… yes, Tonks.” She finally mumbled out, “I shouldn’t have been spying on you.”

Tonks snickered at her friend’s predicament, “No you shouldn’t have, but I can’t blame you either.” She pointed a thumb back to her lover sitting on the bed. She could feel hiss predatory eyes still fixed on her, waiting impatiently, “If I had a chance to watch that beast break some little slut on his cock, I doubt I’d be able to stop myself either.” Hestia squirmed, her thighs rubbing together at her lewd description.  

Giving her a reprieve, Tonks turned her attention to Fleur, “And you?”

With a radiant smile, Fleur explained herself, “I caught ‘Estia spying on you, which it seems you were already aware of, non?” Not waiting for an answer, she continued, supremely confident, “I decided to join ‘er, but listening simply wasn’t enough when so close to ze main event.”

Tonks couldn’t help but admire her boldness. There weren’t very many witches who would have the sheer audacity that Fleur was displaying. But for her, it seems as natural as breathing.

“So… you thought you’d just come and enjoy a show?” she asked.

Fleur’s eyes fixated behind her as she heard the floorboards creak. With a sultry smile, she responded, “’earing was incroyable… but seeing it…” The suggestion lingered as she leaned close, her voice laced with a promise of pleasure, “And that is to say nothing of feeling it, non?”

Before Tonks got the chance to respond, something poked her. The same thing that had been ‘poking’ her for most of the night. And a good part of the afternoon, and first thing in the morning as well. It was hot and hard, and as he moved closer, encircling her in his arms, it rested against her back.

His voice rumbled through her body, “Too long.”

Tonks rolled her eyes playfully. Every break since the Ministry has been too long… if it weren’t for a few potions and my specific talents, I wouldn’t be able to keep up. Not that she was complaining, mind, but she was still only human. And I can only take so many leg-shaking, mind-addling orgasms before a break is required. It’d be a lie to say that she wasn’t starting to struggle. Though, she had an idea that should help alleviate the stress.

“Sorry, love, I’m just finishing up.” She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips before returning her attention to their two voyeurs, “You should make yourselves comfortable… and enjoy the show.”

Taking that as his cue, Harry lifted her up and carried her back to bed.  Bending her over, he wasted no time in slotting his fat cockhead between her puffy lips. On instinct, her muscles tightened to squeeze him in a way that no other woman could manage. Tonks could truly shape herself to take his cock and she always ensured she was a perfect fit.

“Yes… right back where you should be…” Words turned into breathy moans as he gripped her waist and started hammering into her harder. Her hips widened slightly as her ass expanded to a beautiful bubble that was just the right amount of muscle and fat to leave it rippling with each impact.

Clap. Clap. Clap… Clap… Clap… As bestial as Harry could be, he always made sure that he wasn’t too rough with her. Unless I ask for it, of course. He knew just the right ways to alter his rhythm, to pinch and squeeze. While his size certainly helped, it was his ability to read her body that made him such an impressive lover.

As though proving her point, one hand slid from her hip to find that wonderful little nub just above where they were joined. There was no such thing as a bad orgasm, but something about this one made her see stars. It all just felt like more than ever before.

She grasped at the sheets beneath her as her eyes rolled toward the back of her head. Screaming out her ecstasy, she could feel their combined juices dripping down the inside of her thigh to pool onto the floor beneath her feet.

“Gods Harry…” She rasped out through the haze of her orgasm, “I fucking… love you. Love the way you… ruin me.”

“All mine.” He growled, “Mine to love. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. My Nym.”  Pulling on her hair, he bowed her back. Bringing her face to his, he kissed her desperately. Since the battle at the Ministry, everything about their sex felt desperate. As though he was reminding himself that she was there and that he managed to protect her.

It was so easy to get lost in such unbridled passion. It made it easy to forget the rest of the world. As Harry manhandled her, rearranging her so that she was laying on her side, one leg up and perfectly exposed to him, he reminded her that they had an audience. Quite the eager audience too.

Any fear that Hestia felt in following Fleur to their room had been torn apart and burned in the face of being so close to her voyeuristic fixation. Sitting on a couch she assumed was conjured, Hestia sat entirely naked, legs spread, two fingers pumping into her slit as she tweaked her nipple, a pale brown just a shade darker than her tan skin, with her other hand.  

Beside her, Fleur was equally unabashed in her appreciation of the show they were putting on. It was only then that she realized why she was even more responsive, even more carnal, than before. The part veela looked ethereal as she let her usual control slip and ignored all inhibition. Her allure filled the room, like a little hum in the back of the head that felt incredible.

Allure or not, she looked like a goddess. Her sun kissed skin, without a single blemish, had the slightest blush to it. Her pussy, split open by one dainty finger, was the most vivid pink with plump lips that any man would wish to see wrapped around his cock. Her breasts defied gravity, big and firm, with small, pale nipples. They jiggled with each squish as she filled her beautiful pussy.

Biting her lower lip as she savored every bit of Harry’s attention, her body changed quickly. Her legs shortened, her hair darkened and grew longer, her skin tanned, her breasts shrank, her hips widened, and her ass grew firmer.

When it was done, a perfect replication of her friend, down to the little beauty spot on her right hip, took Harry’s cock like a good girl. Hestia’s dark eyes widened as she took in the sight, her breath hitching as she whispered out, “Oh fuck…”

“Look at how much he’d stretch you,” Tonks reached back for one bouncy butt cheek and gave Hestia an even better view of Harry’s massive length splitting her pussy in two, “Do you think it would… oh… it would even fit, Hes?”

Biting her lower lip hard, her legs started to shake as she nodded her head frantically. Her fingers grew creamy with her own juices as her body shivered with pleasure.

Just as quickly as she shifted into her friend, Tonks shifted into the French bombshell beside her. Her breasts swelled, her skin paled, her hair lightened to silver blonde, her waist narrowed, her ass jutted, forming a perfect shelf.

Leg shaking through another peak, as every perfect inch of Fleur’s jiggled with the force of Harry’s thrusts, Tonks still managed to tease, “What about you, Fleur? I hear… I hear… oh fuck… that veela are made for sex… Think you could handle this beast?” She reached back, nails scratching against Harry’s broad chest.

Fixated on the sight, Fleur stood from the couch, almost in a trance, just to get a better view. She slipped another finger between her folds and her full lips parted with a moan. Her eyes fluttered shut as she came undone. The allure pulsed in the air, and intentional or not, it sent Tonks over the edge again, more sensitive than she could ever remember. The hold on her morph slipped, and her body shifted back to its previous appearance as she screamed.

Her pussy squeezed around Harry’s length. He leaned down, lips pressed to the back of her neck as she felt him pulse within her. A fresh release of white, hot cum replacing the last one that he scraped from her depths.

He breathed deeply before he rolled himself off her, his hand never leaving her bum. She knew from many experiences, that his satisfaction would only be brief before he pounced for more.  

She found Fleur standing even closer to the bed, looking from her to Harry’s glistening cock, blue eyes dark with obvious need. Her melodic voice carried to her, still airy from her orgasm, barely more than a whisper, “I don’t know if I could ‘andle ‘im, mon amie, but I wish to find out.”

Even the confidence of a veela could be tamed in the face of Harry’s performance.  Wicked smile on her lips, she turned into Harry, lips against his ear, whispering softly so that only her lover could hear, “Love, there’s something I need you to do for me…”

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In a wet spot of her own making on the couch, Hestia watched the couple whisper to each other with her heart racing. For months, she’d spied on them when circumstances allowed it but never so close, never so clear.

It was exhilarating and frightening all at the same time but undeniably the single hottest thing to ever happen in her life. And all without ever being touch… except by Fleur. The French witch was another surprise, but far from an unwelcome one. I doubt I would’ve had the courage to come here without her there to make the push.

Tonks pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips before pushing herself up on unsteady legs. Taking Fleur’s hand along the way, she headed for the couch. Pulling the part veela into her lap, she turned toward Hestia and said with a smirk, “Have fun!”

“What are you…” Before she had a chance to finish the thought, Harry suddenly loomed over her. His cock, slick with her friend’s juices, bobbed just inches from her face. Still impossibly hard despite the cum he’d just left in Tonks’ pussy.

 He moved so quickly and so quietly, she couldn’t help but feel like prey in a forest. Mouth suddenly dry, she couldn’t think what to say. All that she managed in the end was a simple, nervous, “Hi…”

“You want it.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact. Considering she was sitting in the evidence of just how badly she wanted it, denying it didn’t seem reasonable. It was one thing to watch, comfortably, from a distance, but faced with the opportunity to actually participate…

Her face flushed, her heart beating even faster. She couldn’t take her eyes off the heavy, veiny length just inches from her face but couldn’t bring herself to take the leap forward.

Fleur shifted in Tonks’ lap, moving just a little closer, “If you won’t, ‘Estia…” Her sinful voice taunted her.

Sparked to action, she leaned forward, mouth opening to fit his fat head between her lips. Before she reached it, his large hand found the side of her head, gentle but restraining. His thumb pushed into her mouth, she closed her lips around it. As she looked up, catching his emerald gaze, he warned, “If you do this… there’s no turning back.”

Swallowing, she stared at him, transfixed by his sheer presence. He wasn’t warning her to frighten, merely to tell her the reality of things. If the wolf took her, she was his, just like Tonks.

And despite the finality of it, she couldn’t help but want it. So, she released his finger and moved forward to take the real prize. Slipping her lips over his swollen tip, Tonks’ taste was still there as she pushed her way down until she felt him poking at the back of her throat. Gluck… Her eyes watered as she pushed herself further down… Glugh…

She coughed around the intrusion, trying to take him all the way, but she couldn’t manage it. Instead, she settled for swallowing around him as her tongue lashed against the underside

“Zat is impressive…” She could hear the smile in Fleur’s voice, “for a normal witch.”

“Hes has always been a bit of an overachiever.” Tonks giggled.

Fleur’s comment almost sounded like a challenge, but Hestia ignored it. She was far too preoccupied with giving the best head of her life to a cock that deserved it. Slurping her way back up his length, her hands followed her lips until just the tip was in her mouth. Flicking her tongue right where his fat dome met his shaft, she savored the flex of his hand in her hair as he moaned his pleasure.

She stayed there, tongue lashing at that spot as her hands corkscrewed along the rest of his length. Then she went right back down until she was gagging on him again… only to repeat the process.

But the beast didn’t just want her mouth. He pulled her from his cock, a strand of saliva still connecting them before he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Before he deposited her on the bed, she got an amused wave from Tonks, who had two fingers buried in Fleur.

He laid her on the edge of the bed. In between nips on her sensitive breasts, he commanded, “Spread your legs for me, now.”

Taking hold of them at her knees, she pulled them toward her chest, opening her little slit for him. She was vulnerable, just waiting with bated breath for the main event.

She moaned low in her throat as he slapped his head against her clit, like he was priming her. Then she shuddered as he ran his length along her slit until his balls rested against her lips. A pulse of precum dropped onto her belly button and she groaned as she realized just how deep he was going to stretch her.

“I told you…”

“I know.” She pushed back on his hips with one hand until his tip nestled between her folds, “No turning back. Now stop teasing me and fuck me.”

His smile, dark and hungry, made her pussy clench. Her breath caught in her chest as he stretched her open for the first time. Steadily he pushed deeper, into parts of her body that’d never been touched before. Every vein scratching against the sensitive walls of her sex as he claimed her.

“Oh…” As his balls came to rest against her ass cheeks, she had a small orgasm at being totally filled by him, “Fuck… that feels so good.”

“So tight for me.” He rasped out as he started to drag his length from her body.  Then he drove all thought from her head as he filled her again. Her entire world became focused on the feeling of his cock stretching and reshaping her cunt to fit him.

Plap… Plap… Plap… He reached down, pinching one of her nipples. Unable to stop it even if she wanted too, she came again, her pussy clenching hard. Harry pounded her right through it, never giving her a reprieve.

All the watching in the world couldn’t prepare her for the actual experience. He took her on her back, on her knees, on her stomach, on her side, pulling more orgasms from her body than she could count. Her throat hurt from screaming out her pleasure. Her ass was red from his big hands. She could barely feel her legs from the number of times she’d cum. And she loved it.

 He had her on her stomach, legs together in a prone bone, with his hand on the back of her neck, when she could bear no more pleasure. Her voice sounded distant to her own years, as she whimpered out a mantra, “I’m yours… I’m yours… I’m yours…” She gasped as he gave a particularly harsh thrust, pleased with her submission, “just please… I… I want your cum, Harry! Please… mark me.”

With a growl, he answered her plea, just one word on his lips, “Mine.” Her vision blurred at the edges as she felt him empty his balls into her clutching heat. Pulse after pulse filled her as he held himself as deep within her as he could. When he pulled free, it was like he removed a plug as she felt some of his thick seed leak from her pussy down to the bed.

As he sat back on his heels, Tonks arrived, “Welcome to the club, Hes.” Helping her from the bed, she took her back to the couch where she had a potion waiting for her. Wiping sweat soaked hair from her eyes, she watched as Fleur approached the bed.

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Arrogant, prideful, conceited, Fleur heard each insult hurled her way from the insecure witches that populated Beauxbatons from the time she was just thirteen years old. And they were right.

Talented from the first time she picked up a wand and beautiful beyond what any normal witch could hope to achieve naturally, her pride had merit. And it took the man, and the wolf, on the bed to truly humble her.

But he wasn’t the only one with a more bestial nature, and the veela, the instinct she’d had since as long as she remembered, wouldn’t submit to just anyone. First, he needed to prove himself.

Sauntering to the bed, his eyes found her as she started crawling toward him. Licking his length from balls to tip, she savored the taste before continuing her way up along his abs, to his pecks, the hollow of his neck, before she found his lips. Her pussy throbbed with need as she sat down on his imposing length, her juices added to Hestia’s with a kiss. Still hard, still ready to claim another witch.

And she was ready to use it, to see what he was really made of. Angling her hips, she brought his crown to her dripping heat. She savored the breath that caught in his throat, as she sheathed him in her molten walls, impossibly tight and slick.

Wiggling her hips as she hilted herself, she moaned into his ear, her accent thicker than it had been in months, “Zat’s ze first cock zat I’ve ever let inside me…” His hands found her waist, digging into the soft skin, “Ze few ozzers who ‘ad ze opportunity finished… prematurely. Ze allure alone too much for zem.” She scraped her nail along his jaw, “But not you, mon loup.”

Unable to restrain herself any longer, she raised her ass up before throwing it back down. Plap… Clap… Clap… Still indescribably horny from watching him with the others, she approached her first cock-induced orgasm of her life rapidly, “Oui… Oui… ‘Arry!”

Squealing his name, her perfect body shuddered through her first peak. Her cream coated his cock, a ring forming right at the base. Her massive breasts jiggling as she spasmed with each fresh jolt of electric pleasure.

 Most men, even those resistant to the allure, rarely lasted more than a few minutes with a veela, and even fewer could withstand the clutching heat of their already perfect pussies at the height of their pleasure.

And yet, Harry withstood. The veela, her pride, couldn’t bear such a thing. Fighting to retain control of her senses through the haze of her climax, she squatted over his hips, ass bouncing faster as she tried to force him over the edge.

But there was no desperation in his emerald eyes, pleasure, yes, but he was still in control. Her voice, an odd harmony of melodious and primal, she took hold of his jaw, nails digging in, “Mine.”

Faster than she could blink, she found herself on her knees, face down, pressed against the sheets. With one hand, he restrained both of her wrists, forcing her to arch her back obscenely. On instinct, her allure flared, trying to force him to bend to her will, her wishes.

He brushed it off as though it wasn’t even there. Burying himself in her with one ferocious thrust, he growled out two words that made her cum again on the spot, “No… mine!”

Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Fleur threw her ass back into his thrusts. This control, this power, this strong, guiding hand, was everything the best among veela ever dreamed of. They didn’t want weak, docile men who could be bent to their will. They wanted the challenge of their equal… or submission to our better.

 Breathy with another climax, she submitted without hesitation, “Oui, je suis a toi!”

He pulled back on her arms, stinging slightly, until she was parallel to the bed, forced to look at the rest of the room. He pulled out then and she whimpered at the loss, “Non…”

“Yes,” Smack… He made her look at the other women in the room, “You’re just one, little flower.” He pointed to Tonks, the metamorph sat there, two fingers teasing her clit, watching her mate dominate another beautiful woman, clearly enjoying every second, “And she is the first… always remember that.”

“I will! I promise!” There was no part of her that wanted to deny him.

“Good,” He released her arms letting her drop back to the mattress, “Now… beg her for the privilege.”

It spoke to how utterly he’d dominated her that even her veela pride didn’t hesitate, instead she turned blue eyes toward the couch, words wanton and desperate, “Please, Tonks, let ton loup take me.”

Smiling magnanimously, she met Harry’s eye behind her, “I want to see you fill her as she cries with pleasure.”

“Merde!” He listened to his first mate without hesitation, splitting her on his cock again, “So good!” Her cries marked every slap of his balls against her clit.  

Her pussy twitched around his length in near constant climax. Every time she thought she was coming down, he found another piece of her to touch, to pinch, to nip as he relentlessly used her body that sent her right back to the peak.

In the end, no different than Tonks or Hestia, she relented and begged, “Please… give me your cum… mon amour. Je suis a toi.”

With one final thrust, she could feel his tip throbbing in the deepest parts of her. Searing warmth bathed her tunnel. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she came one final time. His teeth marked the back of her shoulder as he grunted through every fresh release.

As he pulled free of her pussy, her hand covered her slit, unwilling to lose even a drop of him.

A soft hand pushed the hair away from her eyes, and she found Tonks looking at her kindly, “Zank you.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure as well, but you’re welcome.” She giggled, “Besides, a pack isn’t made up of two alone. It was time for Harry to expand a little.”

From the way his chest rumbled in contentment beside her, Fleur knew that the wolf agreed.

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AN: This was one of my rare chapters of pure smut....

New chapter of 'Unintended Consequences' coming next.

Until next time!