His heart slammed against his ribs at her words. Was this charm magic, or was this something else? He couldn't care less. But before he could even react, she reached for him, her delicate fingers suddenly slipping between them, wrapping around his thick, twitching length.
Fleur guided him, positioning his swollen tip right at her heavenly gates under the water. Her lips pressed into a tight line, her body trembling with anticipation when she felt his bulbous cockhead push against her eagerly, waiting folds.
He could feel the heat pressing up against his swollen cockhead, making him shudder as she rubbed him against her swollen lower lips, coating him in her lava.
"D-Do eet!" Her sweet voice dripped with desperation.
Dudley groaned, grasping her hips gently but firmly. He pushed forward, inch by inch.
He took his time, savoring every molten, quivering sensation as her walls stretched around him, pulling him deeper. It was almost overwhelming, the way her walls clung to him, soft and wet, welcoming him inside with a tight grip. She was unlike anything he had ever felt. Every pulse and every shiver that ran through her sent waves of pleasure straight through his core. Every inch of her felt divine.
Her thighs trembled, her lips parting in a silent moan as he filled her, stretching her open, molding himself into the slick, rippling depths of her body.
He looked down, a fleeting moment of relief washing over him at the lack of blood. Good. She isn't a virgin.
He didn't want that, not with Fleur.
With Hannah and Susan, it had been different. They were his firsts, his best friends, and they belonged to each other in a way that felt permanent. But other girls… that was something else entirely. He wasn't looking for something more. Not with Fleur.
"Oooooh… Yesss… so amazing, so big… I 'ove it!" Fleur moaned, her voice breathless, raw with lust. Her tone curled around every syllable like a slow, sensual caress.
Dudley's gaze stayed locked onto her flushed face, watching every quiver of pleasure that crossed her delicate features. Her lips parted, eyes glazed with a haze of ecstasy, her pale throat exposed as her moans spilled freely into the humid air. With each push, he felt her tighten around him, milking him.
He smiled at the sight and leaned down to kiss her once again. Slow and deep, pouring every bit of his hunger into the way his tongue moved against hers. His free hand traced down her side, feeling every smooth curve before settling against the swell of her breasts.
"You're perfect, Fleur," he murmured against her lips, sliding her wet nipple between his fingers. "So goddamn beautiful… so soft, so warm… made just for this."
"Mon dieu…!" She whimpered, eyes fluttering as her hips instinctively rocked up to meet him.
Dudley felt his own knees go weak, despite the buoyancy of the water easing the weight between them. Her molten walls clutched him, squeezed him, and coated him in her slick heat, and the sheer perfection of it all made his head spin.
"Tell me," he growled, kissing his way down her throat. "Tell me what you feel."
"Ohhh, Dudley… tellement, tellement bon… tu me fais me sentir divine…" she moaned, her fingers gripping his biceps.
Encouraged, Dudley started to move, thrusting into her in steady, measured strokes, feeling every inch of her walls tightening around him. So perfectly snug that it felt like she was made to take him.
Then, a wicked thought crossed his mind. He straightened up, pulling his cock nearly all the way out before plunging back in, and lifted their loins above the water to get a better view.
Fuck....
Her pussy was a vision; shaved bare, perfectly smooth, and stretched so beautifully around his thick shaft. Each thrust made her petals cling to him, swallowing him whole, glistening wet with her juices and the shimmering water that acted as the perfect lubricant. No friction, no discomfort; just raw, fiery pleasure. The way her pink, swollen lips stretched and accommodated his every inch sent a jolt of pure arousal down his spine.
"Merde! C'est tellement bon! I love eet!" Fleur gasped, wrecked with pleasure.
Her body trembled beneath him, her legs quaking as she neared the edge.
"You're so fucking… goddamn, Fleur, you're squeezing me so good—"
"Ahhh! Oui! Oui! Yes—!" Her entire body tensed, a long, choked cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
He felt the intense pulse of her body; hot, gripping, sucking him in with each convulsion of her soaked, throbbing pussy. She trembled under him, thighs locking around his waist, head tilting back in a desperate cry as she rode the high of her climax.
As her body weakened in the aftermath, pussy twitching uncontrollably.
Dudley pulled out, letting her slide down to stand in the water. The pool's water lapped at her waist, her flushed skin gleaming with moisture, her breath still ragged, her upper body bare for view. Before she could recover, he turned her around, pressing her against the cold tile of the pool's wall.
Fleur gasped as her palms flattened against the edge, her breasts heaving, her sensitive nipples stiff above the water.
Dudley wasted no time. He pressed in close, his chest flush against her back, his hands gripping the slopes of her hips as he quickly slid back inside her from behind.
He didn't go slow this time, thrusting up into her watery cave of wonders with greed. Over and over his pelvis slapped her pale ass, ruthlessly chasing that pleasurable ecstasy amidst the splashing ripples of water.
"Ahhh, Dudley…!" She mewled, her back arching, her ass pushing into him eagerly.
Dudley planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss along the side of her neck, nibbling at her ear as he began to fuck her in the true sense. Faster this time, harder, grinding deeper with each roll of his hips. His hands slid up and around her belly, cupping her jolting tits, kneading them as he plowed into her Veela pussy. His fingers teased her tight, sensitive nipples, tugging lightly, heightening her experience.
"You're amazing, Fleur," he panted against her skin, showering her with praise. She seemed to love them as each one earned a tight tug of her fertile walls. "So tight, so perfect…"
"Oui, oui! More!" Fleur moaned incoherently, her mind lost to pleasure, her body bending to his will as her tongue lolled out. Her hands gripped the edge tighter, sensitive to the lapping water around her flushed skin.
It was audible. The fucking was so loud and deep. She'd never felt something like this before. Such an unashamed exchange of bodily pleasures. Nor had she ever felt so tense and aroused before, each of his virile thrusts knocking deep against her cervix.
Dudley grinned at the desperate need in her voice, at the way her ass pushed back against him, chasing every thrust like she couldn't get enough. He felt her tighten, shudder, and spasm, and suddenly… her climax ripped through her again.
"Ooooooh!"
Her muscles knotted up, her pussy clamping down around him. A melodious moan escaped her lips as she came, almost dancing from those convulsions. Her warm juices drowned his thrusting cock inside, her wet trembling body plastered tight against his chest as he kept her tightly hugged, arms wrapped around.
So tall, so flexible, so slender and perfect. Even with her body practically sandwiched between the pool's wall and his frame behind, her back had formed a perfect arch, and her hips constantly reacted to his pounding.
She was, in every sense, made for this. Her Veela allure didn't just make her so perfectly beautiful. She was also a perfect partner in bed. Or pool, in this case.
Dudley held her close, fucking her through every pulsing wave of her release. He wasn't far behind now. But he wasn't going to finish just yet, his hips thrusting faster and faster as if it was a race for that glorious finish line.
But suddenly, Fleur looked back towards him, pushing her palm against his sweaty chest. She shook her head lightly, breathless but determined. "Non, not inside… not today."
Dudley groaned and gritted his teeth and pulled out just in time, his cock slipping free from her tight embrace, slick and throbbing with unfulfilled hunger. He missed her cunt already.
Still catching his breath, he jumped out of the pool, lifting himself onto the marble floor above, his broad frame glistening under the soft, enchanted lights. His legs dangled in the warm water, but the cool air above sent a delicious shiver through his skin.
Before he could gather himself, Fleur, still in the pool, moved closer, her ethereal body glowing, her breasts still heaving from their intense exchange. Without a word, she stood between his legs, hands landing on his muscled thighs, and leaned in at his perfectly leveled manhood right in front of her face.
Her silvery-blonde hair clung to her back and shoulders in damp strands, but her eyes burned with sinful lust.
"You worked so 'ard for me, mon chéri," she purred, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his aching length. "Let me… take care of you. You deserve eet'."
Dudley barely had a second to process before her soft lips wrapped around his swollen tip, her hot tongue flicking over the sensitive crown. A low hum reverberated in his throat, one hand instinctively moving to gather her damp hair into a bunch, pulling it back so he could watch her.
A Veela, the most desired girl in the school, or perhaps in three schools. Bobbing her head on his cock. As arousing as it was, it felt a lot more, too.
His other hand braced behind him as he leaned back slightly, completely surrendering to the unholy sight of the angle between his legs.
Fleur bobbed her head slowly, teasing him with sluggish, luxurious strokes of her tongue, swirling and lapping up every trace of her nectar. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him in deeper, taking more of his thick girth until her lips stretched wide around his shaft. Her moans vibrated against him, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine.
Dudley watched in awe, still half-disbelieving that this was his life now.
The "Dudley" he knew was an aimless brute, barely scraping by in the Muggle world, but now; now he was rich, powerful in his own way, rubbing shoulders with some of the most influential witches and wizards. Fleur, a literal Veela, was greedily worshiping his cock. He had no fucking clue what it was that made her so into him, but he wasn't about to question it.
His fingers tightened in her hair as she took him even deeper, a slick, obscene gulping sound filling the air. "Shit, Fleur… I'm close."
"Umm…" Instead of pulling back, she hummed around his cock, sucking even harder, sealing her lips around the pulsing head just as he lost control.
"Gck…" Dudley let out a guttural groan as he came, his thick whip spilling into her hot, willing mouth.
Fleur's eyes squeezed shut as her cheeks puffed out slightly, but she didn't pull away. She took it all, swallowing around him, her throat working to gulp down every last drop.
When his spasms finally subsided, Fleur slowly pulled back with a loud sloppy suck, licking her lips as she swallowed the last traces of his batter. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her face flushed and pleased. A little thankful to herself that she didn't let him finish inside, as that thickness and volume would have definitely knocked her up.
Then, with an impish smile, she looked up at him.
"Umm…hm…" She smacked her lips together playfully before giggling. "Eet reminds me of zat American chocolate… Reese's? Salty and sweet… Hehe… perfect."
Dudley let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable."
She giggled again before playfully yanking his arm, pulling him back into the water. He let himself be dragged in, both of them sinking into the warmth as she wrapped her arms around his broad chest. Her body, still flushed from pleasure, pressed against his, her damp skin silky smooth as she snuggled against him.
Dudley sighed, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close as they sat together in the enchanted bath. Soon, she turned around, her back resting against his chest, his arms lazily draped over her waist. His cock, finally calm, nestled under her weight, no longer driven by Veela magic, just the lingering warmth. Even now, he couldn't help but let his hands wander, idly caressing the soft swell of her breasts.
She hummed in contentment, letting him do as he pleased, her head resting back against his shoulder. "Mm… zis… was… magnifique…"
Dudley smirked, pressing a lazy kiss against her damp neck. "Yeah… yeah, it was."
Fleur giggled and closed her eyes to truly relax. The warm water, combined with his warm body and arms, made it all the more comforting.
"If you don't mind me asking… Why all the attention? Why the interest in me? I can't say I've done much to deserve the heart of a beautiful lady."
Fleur exhaled, a vocal breath. She raised an arm up and cradled his face with it before tiling her face sideways to look.
"Just know zat you 'ave made me very, very, très 'appy."
"Is it because of my help in the Triwizard Tournament?" He asked.
"Hehe… I am not zo easy, Dudley."
He frowned. Now the confusion had peaked.
What the fuck did I do?
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