Chapter 16: Chapter 14Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextThe day of the third task of the Triwizard Tournament began with cloudy skies that went with a cold chill in the air.
A hedge maze that was twenty feet tall covered the entire Quidditch pitch, with stands sitting at the entrance to it where the Champions gathered. Behind them stood three schools worth of students, each section colored accordingly to their corresponding Champion.
He caught Apolline and Gabrielle, along with Fleur's friend Aimee, watching them from the Beauxbatons section. The Hogwarts section was almost entirely yellow with Hufflepuff colors to support Cedric, although some of the Gryffindor younger years still wore red in support of him.
Eventually, after the stands seemed to fill up and everyone was ready, Bagman pointed his wand to his throat before muttering, "Sonorus."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to announce that the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Currently in first place stands Mr. Harry Potter, with 89 points. In second place, and also from Hogwarts, stands Mr. Cedric Diggory with 85 points!" The Hogwarts section of the stands erupted in loud cheers. "Following them is Mr. Viktor Krum of Drumstrang Institute with his 80 points! And in fourth place is Miss Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons Academy with 71 points! Our champions current standing will dictate the order in which they enter the maze, starting with Mr. Potter!"
Harry made his way to the entrance to the hedge maze, and looked over at the other Champions. He caught Fleur's eye, and she nodded at him, and he sent a smile back.
"On my whistle, Harry." Bagman said. "Three - two - one!"
The whistle blew and he rushed into the maze, the tall hedges casting dark shadows which made it difficult to see. Harry took the first right turn once inside, and immediately took another left as he followed the maze to the outskirts. He didn't know where exactly the maze's exit would be, and so he was left blindly navigating through the hedges.
Faintly, in the distance he could hear Bagman's whistle blow again, and for a moment Harry was tempted to double back and search for Fleur. They hadn't worked together in the second task, and it had worked out badly for her, which made Harry want to help her this time around.
That said, the two of them had an unspoken agreement to do the tasks on their own. It began with their wager in the first task, with the two of them only cooperating on learning the bubblehead charm for the second task. There was also the part about the third task being a maze and not underwater, meaning Fleur wouldn't be hindered as much.
He continued to make his way through the maze, often having to double back all while trying to remember sections he already navigated. Dead ends seemed to constantly appear, all while Harry dodged magical creatures like acromantulas as well as strange magical obstacles.
"~damn, shit!" He heard someone exclaim as he made his way through a new area.
Harry turned a corner to see Cedric sprinting towards him with dirt lining his clothes which were also partly singed. "What happened?"
"Some of Hagrid's blast-ended skrewts are in here with us!" Cedric exclaimed.
As if hearing him speak, one of the giant creatures appeared from far behind where Cedric was running. It looked like a giant scorpion mixed with a crab, an intimidating stinger at its back with fire being sprouted from its front.
Harry didn't wait around, instead followed Cedric's lead as he took off and began blindly racing through the maze once again. The older Hufflepuff separated from him at some point, leaving Harry alone and lost once again.
That was when he heard Fleur scream.
"Fleur. Fleur!" He called out, running in the direction of her screams.
He sprinted around several turns and continued running as her screams got louder. He soon ran around one corner, with Fleur's screams becoming practically deafening to his ears signaling how close he was. That was when he saw her bloody and broken body.
Fleur was a mess of shredded blonde hair and crimson blood, her Beauxbatons uniform torn to smithereens by whatever spells injured her. She looked up at him with one swollen blue eye, her other eye missing, while she desperately tried to move towards him.
That was when he felt her Veela allure wash over him… or rather, something that was a poor imitation of Fleur's Veela magic. Her expression changed to possess a manic smile unlike anything he had seen before, her arm reaching up towards him.
"Riddikulus."
He let out a shaky breath when his spell made contact and dispelled the Boggart, making it vanish with a poof of smoke. Harry was connected with his girlfriend in an intensely intimate fashion, and knew what her magic felt like from being with and around her so many times. As such, he was well-versed with the feeling of Fleur's Veela allure, and could instantly tell the half-assed attempt the Boggart made at imitating her.
'I must be getting close.' Harry mentally told himself, guessing that he must be heading the right direction if he was running into so many obstacles. As such he continued walking and making random turns throughout the maze until he found himself facing a very unexpected sight.
A creature he had only read about in myths and tales, along with some of his books on magical creatures, stood in front of him. It had the body of a lion with the head of a beautiful woman, as it sat calmly before him without attacking. 'A Sphinx.'
"You are near your goal. The quickest way is past me." It spoke to him.
"Can I move past you then?" said Harry, guessing what the answer was going to be.
"No, not unless you can answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess — I let you pass. Answer wrongly — I attack. Remain silent — I will let you walk away from me unscathed."
His stomach flipped in worry, a bead of sweat rolling down his brow. "Okay, I'll do it."
The sphinx then began to recite its riddle.
" First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,
The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally give me the sound often heard
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"
"Something I would be unwilling to kiss?" Harry thought aloud, trying to transition his mind from being focused on fighting through the maze to solving a riddle of all things. "As well as someone who lies and uses disguises? That must be a imposter… no, a spy? Could you repeat the poem?"
The sphinx smiled, and did as he asked.
"A hard to find word? And string that together with 'spy'? I… um, spy-um? No, er… wait, er?" The riddle snapped into place. "Spy-er? Spider?"
The sphinx smiled more broadly, and its legs stretched over to let him pass. Harry just stood there stupefied for a moment, before grinning and walking past the creature. "Thanks!"
He didn't sprint through the next section of the maze, instead walking calmly as he continued on through until a distant blue light caught his attention. He turned towards it and began making his way over until he recognized that the light was in fact the Triwizard Cup.
Suddenly, a figure stepped in front of him and blocked the way. Harry blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light as Fleur's face came into view. Unlike him, Fleur was unmarked and unscathed by the maze, not looking the slightest bit out of breath.
"Looks like you beat everyone." He said with a slight smile.
"Oui." Fleur said, and he could just feel the smugness radiating off her as she let him approach the cup while she stood nearby. "I figured I would wait for ze next person to show up before I took it. If it was Cedric or Krum, I'd either defeat them or just take it. But with you, I thought we could take it together."
"Together?" Harry frowned, not liking the idea. "You were the one here first. You should take it."
"There's no sense in leaving you here for someone to retrieve you, Harry." Fleur replied. "We can take it together and share ze victory"
"I'm not a legitimate Champion, you're the one who entered the tournament wanting to make a name for yourself." Harry felt himself getting irritated at her humility.
"There are more important things than fame and glory to me, mon amour." She brushed a hand against his cheek softly, and all of his frustration seemed to dissipate. "Do this for me, Harry."
"Very well." He caved, feeling exhausted after reaching the end of the tournament. "I'll take the cup with you."
"We take it together!" Fleur nodded. "On three!"
"One!" She called out.
"Everything is part of the plan, Wormtail." For some reason, Voldemort's words from his dream replayed in his mind then. "The maze. The cup. The champions. Every thread is woven into the same tapestry, all leading to the boy coming to me."
"Two!" Fleur continued counting.
"Soon he will arrive, and if he survives the ritual… then I'll make him watch as I torture his little whore."
"Three!" She finished counting, and Harry reached for the cup at the same time Fleur did. And yet, right as he made contact and the world began to spin, he still remembered Voldemort's words.
"But before I dispose of the Veela… maybe I'll let you and my other Death Eaters take turns on her, Wormtail."
"BWAH!" Harry nearly threw up as they landed, his vision spinning as his back slammed violently against the ground.
"eep!" Fleur was only moderately more graceful, not fully falling to the ground as her hands managed to hold her up. "Mon dieu! What was zat?"
He groaned as he sat up, managing to somewhat recover as he looked around. That was when Harry froze, realizing that they weren't back at Hogwarts nor at the start of the maze like he expected. Instead they were in a graveyard, one that he eerily recognized.
The tussle of earth signaled the arrival of someone else then, as a dark cloaked figure headed their way with a blanketed cloth bundle in their arms. He could just make out their words as they came closer. "~are two of them, my Lord. What shall I do?"
A high, cold voice, spoke then. "Kill the spare."
The cloaked figure raised its arm, revealing a wand that was pointed directly at Fleur. Harry shot up in panic, reaching towards her. "Fleur, move-"
His body jerked in pain suddenly, his scar burning as he began to writhe in agony. All the while he couldn't help but watch as the cloaked figure moved in for the kill.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light left the cloak figure's wand, heading directly at Fleur. Harry could only watch in horror, the light moving too fast for him to do anything in his agonized state.
And yet Fleur reacted fast enough, darting out of the way as she slid to the side with a grace only a Veela could possess. She didn't raise her wand to fight back, as that would have taken too long, as she instead raised her hand. Out of her bare palm came a fireball that she launched at the cloaked figure, and it darted across the clearing before hitting both him and the bundle he carried.
A shrill shriek split the air, the man's robes burning away to reveal the visage of Peter Pettigrew underneath. The man who betrayed Harry's parents screamed himself hoarse as Fleur's Veela fire burned him, and in his panicked state he dropped the blanketed bundle which was also partially on fire.
Harry managed to collect himself then, the pain from his scar dissipating as he sat up and stood. He then pulled out his wand and pointed it at Pettigrew. "Stupify!"
His spell collided with a panicked Peter Pettigrew while he was desperately trying to put out Fleur's Veela fire, sending him flying across the clearing before he collided with a large headstone. Strangely enough, Harry couldn't help but recognize the name upon it.
TOM RIDDLE
"Just what is going on?" Harry couldn't help but ask aloud.
"Oui, I was wondering ze same." Fleur said from his side, her wand out and pointed at Pettigrew's unconscious form.
The pieces were slowly snapping into place within the confines of Harry's mind then, as he slowly turned to face the blanketed bundle that Wormtail had dropped. It laid on the ground innocently, the front of it turned away from them. He approached it with his heart beating loudly, and reached out with a foot to nudge it over.
"Harry Potter!" The disgusting face of Voldemort faced him then, as the Dark Lord occupied the tiny body within the bundle.
"What is that?!" Fleur asked in horror from behind him.
"It's Voldemort." Harry noted, his voice coming out calmer than he actually felt.
He studied the Dark Lord's infantile body, seeing that much of it had been scorched from Fleur's attack. Both of its arms were burnt and nearly dismembered, with half its body and face not much better off. In fact, Harry was shocked he was still alive.
"I never should've trusted that incompetent rat." Voldemort spat in contempt. "So much planning and preparation, only to be inconvenienced by some Veela whore."
Fleur hissed in irritation, all while Harry kept his wand pointed at the baby form of Voldemort. "So you're the one who put me in the tournament? And it was all so that I could get here? What exactly did you want with me anyways?"
"Isn't it obvious, Potter?" The Dark Lord glared at him. "A new body to signify my return, along with disposing of you for good. After you were dead, there would no one to stand in Lord Voldemort's way."
"I've heard enough of zis!" Fleur pointed her at Voldemort, infuriated over the thought of Harry being killed. "Let's kill him and be done with it."
Voldemort let out a laugh that sounded downright creepy in his baby form. "Foolish girl! You cannot kill Lord Voldemort."
"He's right." Harry agreed, causing Fleur to look at him in shock. But he wasn't about to give up, and wouldn't return empty handed. "But we can bring him back to Hogwarts with us, and from there hand him over to Dumbledore and the Ministry. They'll make sure to show how weak you've really become, Tom, able to be beaten by two teenagers when you had every advantage imaginable. We'll expose who you really are, a Dark Lord trapped in the body of a baby who's still bitter about his muggle father abandoning him."
Voldemort's infantile form became so red with rage that Harry thought he would explode, the infant's veins becoming visible as the Dark Lord fumed. Suddenly, Voldemort closed his eyes, and his entire body became frozen before he spoke. "This will not be the last time we meet, Harry Potter-"
"Stupefy."
He knew exactly what Voldemort was trying to do in that moment, in that he was going to turn into a ghost and leave his body like he did in Harry's first year. And so Harry acted quickly, using the stunning spell while hoping it wouldn't kill Voldemort in his weakened state.
He turned to Fleur then, his Veela girlfriend watching him with a hooded gaze that signified they would be very busy after arriving back at Hogwarts. Yet their activities could wait for later, as Harry instead told her his plan. "I'll restrain Voldemort and Pettigrew, and you can grab the cup to take us back to Hogwarts."
Soon they would arrive back at Hogwarts with a beaten and restrained Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew in tow, and Harry's life would become much easier from that point onwards.
Chapter 17: Epilogue INotes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextIt was a mad scramble on platform nine and three-quarters as the Hogwarts Express prepared to leave the station. Parents rushed to get their children onboard, all while making sure their children had whatever items needed to leave home. Oversized trunks, owl cages, and cat carriers were taken in hand by children as they boarded the ancient steam train.
Away from the masses of people stood a family that drew quite a bit of attention, and despite the chaos taking place, some still found the time to glance over at the eye-catching group.
The first noticeable thing about them was the assortment of beautiful blonde bombshells, each being the embodiment of every man's wet dream. It didn't matter if they were tall or short, overly buxom or fit, or even young or mature, the group of women were all fit to be supermodels.
Yet if one was to look closer, they would notice two dark heads of hair, with one of which being a very recognizable wizard who's name was known throughout the world. He was the man who defeated the Dark Lord as only a baby, and then again when he was only a student at Hogwarts. He was the victor of the Triwizard Tournament along with his wife, having completed the Third Task and defeated a returned Dark Lord all in one afternoon.
"Do you have everything, girls?" Harry Potter addressed his daughters, not appearing intimidating whatsoever as one would imagine.
He looked over his four daughters happily, seeing that for the first time, all four of them would be at Hogwarts together. The oldest, Violet, was going to be the Head Girl as she entered her seventh and final year. After her came the twins, Lyra and Isobel, who were each in Ravenclaw for their 5th year. And finally there was Harry and Fleur's youngest daughter, Lily, who took after Harry the most, and was entering Hogwarts for her first year.
The vision he had of his future family during his fourth year of Hogwarts had played out in a similar way to what he had imagined, albeit with some differences.
Violet's looks were like Harry and Fleur's combined, with Fleur's curvy body that went with her long blonde hair, yet she also inherited Harry's green eyes. The twins, Lyra and Isobel, took after Fleur completely, looking like younger, identical clones of their mother. As for Lily, she had managed to inherit both Harry's green eyes as well as his dark hair, something that Fleur's Veela genes didn't manage to overwrite.
"Daddy, quit asking us that!" His youngest daughter pouted. "You're making me nervous!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry Potter smiled. "I just didn't want your mother to have to mail you girls anything... again."
"Oui, that I why I helped them pack." His Veela wife put her hands on her hips as she looked over her four daughters. "Now, do we need to go over ze rules one more time?"
"No boys, no using our allure, and no fire." Their oldest daughter, Violet, finished with a sigh. "That last one I might actually need to deal with boys. As for the first two, why would I need them when Dad's, you know…"
She glanced over at him with a blush, one that left Harry strangely confused. All while Fleur held a knowing look on her face. "Oui, we shall talk about such things after you graduate."
Violet nodded, determination suddenly lining her features, all while Harry continued to feel befuddled. 'What are they talking about?'
"Dad, can we see Uncle Dudley and Chloe over Yule break?" Lyra suddenly asked.
Fleur had invited Harry's cousin and his girlfriend to her family's Chateau in the summer after the Triwizard Tournament. Ever since it had become tradition for Dudley and his girlfriend-now wife-to visit them at the Delacour Chateau in the summer. And as the years went by, with Harry and Fleur having kids, Dudley and Chloe had become important family which they spent almost every holiday with.
"Of course." Harry smiled. "Now, I believe it's time for all of you to get aboard. I'd hate for you to miss the train like I did in my second year."
"Wait, you missed the train?" Lyra's twin sister, Isobel, looked horrified. "Why haven't I heard of this?"
The train's horn sounded for the final time then, causing the group of girls to hastily scramble for their trunks else they miss the train. They all gave their parents rushed hugs, before turning and rushing to board the train as it finally began to leave the station. All while Harry and his wife just stood and watched with happy smiles on their faces.
"Just think, this will be the only year at Hogwarts where they're all together." Harry thought out loud, seeing as their oldest daughter was entering her seventh year while Lily was only beginning her first.
"They have each other, and will be fine." Fleur replied easily. "If need be, Lily will have the twins for support. That's not to mention our oldest will return to us next year."
He paused, remembering the strange interaction with his oldest daughter earlier. "What was that whole thing with Violet?"
Fleur smiled, before letting out a laugh. His wife then rubbed his bicep through his robes, as if to emphasize how in-shape he was. "It's hard for her to find a man could possibly measure up to her father, mon amour."
"What?" Harry blinked, feeling taken back.
"You've always been so resistant to Veela allure, and not to mention how kind yet also dominant you are." Fleur praised him. "It's no wonder our girls worship their father, when he makes every other man look small in comparison."
"Heh, I think you're overestimating things." Harry tried to laugh Fleur's words off, yet deep down he knew what she was talking about. His wife had practically thrown herself at him in their younger years, and it wasn't hard to imagine what the reaction of his Veela daughters would be. Even now, witches nearby on the platform were eyeing him like a piece of meat, a fact that was becoming apparent as there were no children to focus on.
"They don't give up, do they?" Fleur glared at the assortment of witches staring at her husband.
It was strange how the dynamics of their relationship changed from hormonal boys loosing all sense at the sight of Fleur, to witches now throwing themselves at Harry. And while he had been a celebrity in his younger years, being the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry's fame since the Triwizard Tournament had skyrocketed to a level he thought unimaginable.
It wasn't just Fleur who was constantly asked out by other men when she went out alone, as Harry was often propositioned. Witches barely out of Hogwarts, models, and even married women had asked him for sex on numerous awkward occasions, and it had even happened with his daughters present. Yet Harry had no motivation to make his Veela wife upset, especially when said wife was a monster in the bedroom.
"I think it's time we head back." He said, knowing exactly what he and Fleur were going to do once they got home, especially without the girls being around.
The Great Hall shimmered beneath the enchanted ceiling, clouds moving lazily across a dusky night sky. Candles floated in midair, casting golden light onto hundreds of curious faces. At the far end of the room, the Sorting Hat sat atop its old wooden stool, still and crumpled like a forgotten bit of laundry… until it suddenly sprang to life and sang a long, meandering song.
Lily Potter barely heard a word of it. Nor did she hear any of the names of students called up to be sorted afterwards.
Her stomach was fluttering with nerves, her palms damp. She stood near the front of the first-year line, shoes polished to a perfect shine, her cloak just slightly askew, and the weight of her name pressing down on her more than ever before.
"Potter, Lily!" Eventually called the aging Headmistress, a woman who was probably still teaching when her parents were in school.
Whispered conversations erupted around the Great Hall then, and Lily could only wonder what it was like when Violet first started Hogwarts. Luckily, it seemed that the crowd was used to seeing members of the Potter family, and another Potter was hardly a surprise.
Lily took a deep breath and stepped forward, her boots clicking against the stone floor. She sat down on the old wooden stool, and the Sorting Hat slipped over her head.
"Ah, yes." Said the Hat, its voice sounding out inside her head. "Another Potter. Been a few years since I had one of you… and already I see you're more tangled than most. Clever like the Ravenclaw, loyal like the Puff. You've got courage, no doubt, though you hide it under doubt and second-guessing. But there's something else…"
She didn't respond. Her throat was dry. She could feel the room's eyes on her, even through the fabric.
"You're ambitious, aren't you? Not for fame, like some, but for purpose. You want to prove you're more than a name. More than the last of four sisters. More than just Harry Potter's favorite daughter."
Lily's breath hitched, as the hat seemed to pluck her deepest and darkest desire straight from her mind.
"Tell me." The Hat spoke slowly. "Do you want to be great?"
She swallowed her hesitation. 'Yes.'
The Hat chuckled. "Then it better be… SLYTHERIN!"
Chapter 18: Epilogue IINotes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextHe apparated them straight to their bedroom.
"Eager, are we, mon amour?"
"I am." Harry admitted, feeling her curvy body pressed against him. "The kids are gone, and now I can get back to breeding my wife."
He had been waiting for this moment for quite some time. Specifically being the time after all four of their daughters left for Hogwarts, leaving just the two of them home and alone. All that was left was to undress his older, yet still beautiful, wife.
One would be wrong to assume that Fleur's beauty would peak in her younger years. While other witches grew wrinkled and aged poorly in time, Fleur's Veela heritage allowed her to age like fine wine. And in Harry's opinion, his wife had only become more attractive and fuckable as the years went by.
That juicy, heart-shaped ass he loved so much had only gotten bigger, becoming more round and thickening with each passing year. Her breasts swelled in size with each child she birthed for him, to the point Harry could practically suffocate himself in their thickness. And that wasn't mentioning the other changes to her body which drove him wild, such as her thighs thickening while her hips became even wider than before.
"Breeding?" Her eyes went wide in shock. "I-Is four not enough?"
The first five years of their marriage had been nothing but rough, nonstop sex. Harry and Fleur had fucked like rabbits every day, sometimes not even leaving their bedroom for entire days at a time.
It was only after Fleur gave birth to four children, including Veela twins—which was practically unheard of—that they decided to take a break. Ever since, they had spent the rest of their time taking care of their daughters, only getting a break when the four did a sleepover with Fleur's parents or sister.
"I need more." Harry's voice took on a deep tone, as he manhandled his wife over to their bed. He threw her on top of the sheets, letting her land on all fours, with his wand then vanishing her clothes and leaving her bare.
He drank in the sight of her naked buxom form, with her long platinum-blonde hair falling down her back while her large teardrop breasts dangled underneath. Below that was her big bum, with two thick cheeks he was looking forward to spanking and squeezing to his heart's content.
Fleur stayed like that, submissive on her hands and knees, as she waited for him to get on the bed and fuck her senseless. His Veela wife had been housebroken long ago, having succumbed to his dominance and submitted to him while he was still at Hogwarts. Ever since, the proud and arrogant Fleur Delacour had been his to do as he wished.
He let his own clothes fall away, revealing a hunky male form that was covered in strong muscle. Powerful legs and muscular thighs held him up as he got onto the bed, positioning himself behind his wife as he gripped his wife's childbearing hips. The pillar of meat that was his penis came next, landing on top of Fleur's booty before sliding back like a meaty serpent.
He lined his cockhead up with her tight pussy lips, and pushed in, eliciting a loud moan from Fleur and a groan from Harry's own lips. She was soaked, her juices covering the part inside her and then overflowing outwards to wet part of his exposed shaft before falling down to the bed. 'There's nothing better than Veela sex.'
"Fuck, you're so tight even after all these years." Harry groaned as he pushed in, feeling like both he and his wife were first-time virgins. It always amazed him how Fleur's pussy never loosened over the years, with his cock having impaled her core many times. Yet each time she was tight and soaked with Veela juices, making their sessions always enjoyable.
Fleur just moaned back, one hand reaching up to cover her mouth in order to stifle her moans as he filled her with his massive shaft. Harry was giving her little time to acclimate to his size, pushing into her at a constant pace until he finally reached the end. When that happened, the thickness of her ass smudged against his thighs, rippling faintly as he prepared to start their session rough.
He pulled back all the way, till just the tip of his massive cock was embedded in her. Fleur moaned pitifully through her hand, as if she knew what was about to happen, but helpless to stop it. Harry just tightened his grip on her hips, making sure he was perfectly positioned to breed her, before slamming forward with all his might.
CLAP
"MWAAAH!" Spittle escaped Fleur's mouth as he nearly knocked the air out of her with the first thrust. "AH! OH HARRY!"
He pulled back again, doing so faster, before slamming forward. He kept going, each thrust being harder, faster, and more harsh than the one before. A rhythm was starting to form, one that would see his Veela wife fucked through orgasm after orgasm.
"OH! OUI! HARRY YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO HARD!" Fleur screamed as he destroyed her.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
The pace he set was brutal, making Fleur look more like a blonde blur as he practically rammed her back and forth along his dong. While that happened, Harry made the decision to enjoy his wife's body to the fullest, as he reeled a hand back before bringing it down on her fat ass.
SMACK
"Oui! So rough!" Fleur shook in his grasp
SMACK SMACK SMACK
She screamed once again as she came on his shaft, meanwhile Harry just watched her assmeat jiggle and shake with each smack. He had always been an ass man, and especially loved the big booty of his Veela wife. Even in Hogwarts he had spanked and fucked Fleur doggy style often so he could study her meaty bum.
His hand moved on then, rising upwards to Fleur's long mane of hair, which reached all the way past her waist. Her gorgeous platinum blonde hair had only grown longer with each year, and Harry's hand reached out before tugging on it harshly, wrapping the locks around his fingers to get a better grip so he could fuck her that much harder.
"OUI! TAKE ME! I'M YOURS! DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO ME!" Fleur screamed as he pulled her hair. "BREED YOUR VEELA WIFE!"
"Fuck." Harry groaned at her reaction, seeing Fleur come undone always exhilarated him.
A secret he had discovered over time was that Veela loved to be dominated. They wanted to be taken hard and brutally, their bodies turned into cum buckets for their mate and used in whatever way their mate so pleased.
Such harsh sex wasn't something Harry originally enjoyed, as their first few times required Fleur to take the lead. But he learned over time what she liked, and by the end of his fourth year, and then onwards, Harry had managed to become the leader in the bedroom.
These thoughts ran through his head while his cock continued to slam into her, his balls beginning to thrum underneath as his release neared. "I'm going to cum!"
"In me!" Fleur sounded so desperate for his seed in that moment. "Fill me up! Get me pregnant! I want to have more babies, mon amour!"
'She always knows what to say to me.' He felt his mind get consumed by lust after hearing Fleur's words, no longer able to hold back his release.
His thrusts somehow became even more brutal, the harsh clapping noise of his thighs colliding with her ass becoming deafening. All while his cock quivered and shook before thickening, his balls giving way and pouring hot semen straight into her core.
His wife cried out in her mating call, sounding avian and true to her Veela nature. Her body changed briefly then, with tiny feathers sprouting all over her skin before quickly receding. It left Fleur panting in exhaustion, as Harry knelt over her with his cock still embedded in her core. He then pulled away, leaving Fleur to fall to the bed in an exhausted mess of limbs.
"Just… a little break, Harry." Fleur panted for breath as she desperately tried to hoist herself up with one shaky arm.
He moved over to lay down beside her, recognizing she needed some time to recover from his brutal lovemaking. "Don't tell me I've exhausted you?"
"Non, you'll never exhaust ze Veela." Even with her older age, his wife still maintained her arrogance as she sent him a glare. "We're not even close to being done with our fun, mon amour."
Notes:A/N:
It seems this fun Harry x Fleur story has come to an end. If you want more, then know that many of my other stories include a Fleur romance. And if you want something different, check out my latest story, The Greengrasses, featuring Harry x the Greengrass family