Going on Vacation

Harry presses a hand into Romilda's back, bending her forward over the table in front of them as he slides his messy cock right into her wet, dripping cunt. The young witch moans wantonly, and her insides clench and squeeze around his cock, even as Harry slides his hand from her back up into her hair, grabbing a fistful of it into a ponytail to use as reins as he begins to TRULY fuck her.

Nearby, Gabrielle is still recovering from her own turn with Harry. The surroundings are opulent, but then to be fair, they are in the presidential suite of the most high-class hotel in all of Italy. As Harry fucks Romilda through orgasm after orgasm, grunting all the while, he considers just why they're here on this little vacation.

Italy is a nice place this time of year. To be fair, that's probably half of why the Quidditch World Cup was taking place here. Given that several players on the team he owned had made it onto the English Team for the World Cup, that alone was reason enough to attend. But there were other purposes to being here, not least of which was giving his many wives a much-needed vacation in the beautiful country of Italy.

A groan from the side draws Harry's attention, though he doesn't stop fucking Romilda with deep, powerful thrusts, not even for a moment. Gabrielle is finally recovering from her own post-coitus nap, her eyes rolled forward in her head once more as she straightens up, twitching slightly from how sore she no doubt is. Still, she's all business as she moves away from where Harry had been fucking her to the couch that he's currently stood in front of at the moment.

Reaching for the table at Romilda's side, Gabrielle grabs up the report that none of them have had a moment to look at quite yet, given Harry's randy need to fuck his two beautiful assistants silly.

"According to this, everything is going to plan, Harry. Your new inventions are being very well-received."

Harry smiles slightly at that and gives Romilda's ass a light swat for good measure, drawing a gasp from the witch. That was good. That was very good. See, Harry had intentions of bringing television, an altogether muggle invention, to the wizarding world. Now obviously this would be a bit of a stretch, because magic and electronics did not usually mesh well.

But that was fine, because Harry didn't want to bring MUGGLE television to the wizarding world, with all of its massive cable companies and corporate interests and what not. No, what Harry saw before him was an opportunity to be the main provider of magical television… namely, through his magical tablets that he'd created.

On top of those tablets, he'd also recently invented a new magical camera, smaller and far more modern-looking than what was out there before. A few patented enchantments and the like, and Harry had a floating recorder that could create videos and even save them. So far, he'd been using it to great effect during the prior Quidditch Season, the cameras unobtrusively recording all of his team's games.

He'd then had the videos shown to his team, which had in turn improved their all-around play, giving the Captain an undeniable advantage in working on team cohesion and tactics and the like. They were able to try new things more frequently, because even when they didn't always work, they could still look back at them and see what went wrong, see if there was a way to improve upon what they'd done.

Needless to say, the other Quidditch Teams had eventually found out about all of this, as had the International Quidditch Federation. But Harry had more than enough money to grease the right pockets, as distasteful as that might be. Of course, the one stipulation he couldn't get out of, not that he wanted to, was that he had to enter into good faith negotiations with the other Quidditch Teams in order to sell them magical cameras of their own so they could record their own games.

Of course, this was probably a massive conflict of interest on his part, and if not for the people he'd bribed, he might have been forced to sell his own team if he wanted to continue manufacturing and selling these cameras. But Harry had never claimed to be a good person. He wasn't some upright, righteous do-gooder who was in it to better the world and save everyone.

He'd saved everyone enough times by now, as far as he was concerned. The only things that mattered to him now was his family and their safety. He would do anything to make sure his wives remained healthy and whole, and that his kids had the best opportunities in life that he could provide. He never intended to let any of his children experience the hell of a childhood that he went through, not ever again.

"How are, mm, personal use sales going?"

Gabrielle smiles at that, even as Harry continues to fuck a moaning, mewling Romilda beneath him, the witch covering her mouth with her hand to muffle any cries of ecstasy so as not to interrupt his and Gabrielle's conversation.

"They started out rather slow, but they're beginning to pick up now. You know how the wizarding world is, Harry. Word of mouth is traveling fast though, and people are getting interested. As for selling videos of the last Quidditch Season to fans, well, both muggleborns and most half-bloods have some experience with this already, so sales are high just based off of interest from that section of the population, and we expect they will only increase."

Harry grunts at that, mostly because he's in the middle of a perfectly nice orgasm of his own, and not in the right frame of mind to say anything coherent. He cums inside of Romilda, filling her with his seed, and then he pulls out and plops back onto the couch next to Gabrielle, looking over at the report she's holding as she turns it slightly to give him a better view of it.

Romilda, meanwhile, slowly turns around from her spot bent over the table, kneeling between his legs and beginning to clean his cock off with her ever-explorative, ever-adventurous tongue.

"And negotiations? How are the other teams reacting?"

"I think they know that we, mm, maybe lined some pockets, but no one seems all that sour about it. They're realizing now that this means more money for everyone, not just you, so the level of interest is only growing there as well. So long as we keep the percentage of the profits we're asking for low enough, we won't step on too many toes. And it'll have the added benefit of reminding them where their new riches come from."

Reaching out, Harry once again fists Romilda's hair into a ponytail, forcing her down his member from where she's been sucking at his cockhead since she finished cleaning his length. She bobs up and down on his dick eagerly, giving him quite the enthusiastic blowjob as he gestures with his other hand for Gabrielle to continue. His lovely veela wife-assistant happily does so, and Harry listens as she details a few more reports, all while Romilda continues to kneel between his legs and suck him off.

Eventually though, he does cum again, and to her credit, Romilda manages to suck every last drop down, before sliding her pouty lips off of his shaft with a pop and settling in to rest her head in his lap as she laps at his cock and balls more casually. Meanwhile, Harry is listening more intently to Gabrielle now, as she gets to something far more interesting.

"On the note of this World Cup, the officials have agreed to leasing our cameras and using them to record the games and sell them. We've managed to negotiate it up high enough that you'll be keeping a full third of the profits from the sales, while another third will be going to the Italian Ministry."

Harry smiles at that.

"Wonderful. Though, now we'll have to plan for who's coming to the Finals with me. I know not everyone can attend…"

Gabrielle bobs her head up and down at that.

"Indeed. Of course, I and Romilda will be there as your assistants. Padma will be there as the Puddlemere United Representative. Lavender received an invitation because of her business. As for the others… I suppose that will be up to you."

Humming at that, Harry contemplates the matter, not wanting to make a decision JUST yet. To be fair, relaxing with Gabrielle and Romilda like this, basking in the glow of post-coitus with the two beautiful witches… it's somewhat addicting, he will admit. The three of them continue to lounge out on the couch and in Romilda's case, the floor, right up until Fleur walks into the room and shakes her head at the sight of them.

"Harry! What are you doing? We need to get ready for the Ball!"

Blinking at the French witch's accent, which always does a great job of turning him on, Harry slowly shifts both Gabrielle and Romilda, who by this point, have all but fallen asleep on him. He makes sure not to disturb them too much… mostly by replacing Romilda with himself so that they can lean against each other for comfort. Then, he allows Fleur to grab him by the hand and lead him from the room.

"You are filthy, of course. I shouldn't have expected much else from a beast such as yourself. You will need to take a shower. I will pick out our clothes."

Harry lifts a brow at that as Fleur pushes him towards the bathroom. Seeing his expression, the veela scoffs haughtily.

"Obviously, we will be going in matching outfits. I will choose, because we both know that of the two of us, I have much better taste in clothing."

Chuckling, Harry shrugs as he begins to strip out of his current garments, letting them fall where they may, to Fleur's gasping outrage.

"I suppose I have no arguments with that…"

Fleur just gives him another push towards the bath, and perhaps a light tap across his ass, before turning back to begin making decisions. By the time he's out of the bath, she's still not decided… but soon enough, she has to make a choice so that she can have the two to three hours she needs to get ready before the main event.

Harry takes a lot less time with that, to be fair, but either way, a few hours later they're ready for the Ball.

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"That's Lord Potter-Black!"

"He's so dashing~"

"Mm, what a handsome hunk. I'd love to take a bite out of him…"

"Damn, lucky bastard. Look at those two gorgeous women hanging off of his arms."

"Two of his wives, no doubt. You know he's got TWO veela wives?"

"No joke?"

"Nah and get this… they're SISTERS."

"Jeez, talk about learning to share, am I right?"

Harry has never been a fan of being the center of attention. Which is rather amusing, or perhaps merely telling, considering how OFTEN he has been in his life. This event is no different. The Ball is filled with all sorts of important people, both from Magical Italy and outside of its borders. But the moment that Harry walks into the venue with Fleur on one arm and Lavender on the other, the three of them are immediately the focus of most of the attention in the place.

Needless to say, Harry is not entirely immune to the whispers. There's some satisfaction in getting reactions from women, while plenty of possessive anger from the men who are ogling his wives. Funnily enough though, it's not the whispers and the gossip that he hears all around him that are truly numbered among the night's annoyances. Oh no, that has to be reserved for the people who clearly can't control themselves, the people who have no concept of subtlety.

As the Ball continues on, Harry, Lavender, and Fleur go around the room, meeting with several different people. They make the rounds, so to speak. But it's unlike any 'making of the rounds' that Harry has ever been a part of. Several of the people they speak to, both male and female, fall into Fleur's thrall thanks to her allure. Important people too, the sort of people you'd expect or at least HOPE would have enough willpower to resist the allure of a part veela. And yet, time and time again, there are both wizards and witches who can't even talk straight because of Fleur's presence.

But then, more than that, there are the witches who aren't attracted to women who can simply ignore said allure… in favor of sometimes almost openly propositioning Harry in front of both Lavender and Fleur. Whether they think he's up for grabs just because he already has so many women sharing him or what, Harry doesn't know. All he knows is, this isn't really just even simple flirting. This is outright attempts at seduction, with two of his wives standing right fucking there.

Lavender isn't nearly as bothered by it as Fleur is though. The veela clearly isn't used to being challenged by so many other females when it comes to her mate, because her hackles are raised more and more with every pass made at Harry, every attempt to get into his pants. This lasts until Lavender suddenly perks up, seeming to notice someone she wants to talk to.

"Ah, this is where I leave you both, I'm afraid. That witch over there is the owner of an Italian fashion magazine, one of the more popular ones at that. She's getting a little on in the years though, and I've heard she's looking to sell. It would be wonderful to be able to expand out into this beautiful country. You two have fun~"

And with that, Lavender breaks off from them, intending to see if she can set up negotiations to be entered into at a later date. Amusingly enough though, this seems to be the straw that slowly but surely, finally breaks the camel's back. Whereas before, Lavender acted as some sort of buffer that not even Harry realized was there, now that it was just him and Fleur, the amount of propositions they were getting, along with introductions to a daughter or sister from a number of wealthy gentlemen… well, Fleur was getting increasingly annoyed.

Deciding it was about time for them to stop schmoozing and move onto the dancing portion of the Ball, Harry pulls Fleur away from the crowds of mingling wizards and witches and out onto the dance floor itself. This in and of itself is a big sacrifice on his part, and he can tell from the grateful look on Fleur's face that she knows that. Put bluntly, Harry has never ever enjoyed dancing, not one bit. But, more than one of his wives had insisted he learn to dance at a passable level, and they'd even taken weeks to teach him.

So yes, he could dance. It wasn't something he liked to do, but it was a skill he'd been made to cultivate, so he might as well use it. And for a time, dancing works. Lavender does step in at one point to get her own dance with Harry, recognizing how rare a chance it is, but by and large, Fleur and he are not disturbed as they dance through several songs.

Things do finally begin to come to a close though. Lavender leaves early due to having a meeting first thing tomorrow morning, and then before Fleur and Harry can decide what to do next, there's ANOTHER proposition. This one is a witch, directed at him. Recognizing Fleur is half-ready to tear the woman's face off, Harry makes a point of shutting witch down by kissing his veela wife right in front of her, before telling her outright that he already had an amazing date.

Fleur had responded to THAT by grabbing Harry's hand and putting it on her ass, before telling him to leave it there for the rest of their time at the Ball. His possessive instincts roaring to life at the sultry tone Fleur used, Harry had absolutely NO problem with that. In the end though, they only spend another hour at the party like that, with Harry groping Fleur, much to her immense satisfaction.

As they leave, however, Fleur gets increasingly amorous, making sure to show off as much as possible to the women who insulted her by trying to proposition Harry. This continues even once they're outside the venue, and rather than apparating to their hotel room, Fleur takes Harry by the hand and walks him towards a nearby park. Curious to see what she intends, Harry follows along in silence, finding his current company quite enjoyable, and not at all objectionable.

Eventually, Fleur seems to deem them far enough away, as she takes out her wand and casts a silencing charm along with a notice me not charm on the area. Then, she turns and grabs Harry by the lapels, pushing him up against the nearest tree and kissing him hard. Of course, this invokes a reaction from Harry, one in which he immediately turns the tables on his horny, randy veela wife. Fleur in turn finds herself pushed up against that same tree as Harry slides one hand through her hair while using the other to feel her up and grope her.

All the while, their lips mash together, and their tongues intertwine as they bite at each other's lips, kissing most aggressively. This continues for what feels like an eternity, but in reality, only lasts a few minutes before Harry pulls away from Fleur, eyes hooded and filled with lust as he watches her in silence, waiting to see what she'll do next.

Fleur, flushed with arousal and need and more than a bit wobbly after that assault on her senses, makes her way over to a nearby park bench, legs trembling the entire while. After making sure the charms are still in place and no one is around, the veela slides her underwear down from under her gorgeous dress and lets it dangle off of one of her ankles, before spreading her legs wide and showing Harry her naked, sopping wet cunt.

The dress hikes up as she spreads those long legs of hers apart, and Harry comes closer, his cock bulging in his pants as he takes in the sight of her. His eyes alight on a small lightning bolt tattoo above Fleur's pussy, and when she sees him looking at it, the veela grins wickedly.

"It's to remind me who I belong to… Master."

Harry's eyes flicker up to his gorgeous wife's face, seeing the sheer NEED in her gaze.

"Mm, please Master… won't you fuck me, Master?"

He could do that, certainly… but instead, he finds himself wanting to do something else. Stepping forward, rather than pulling his cock from his pants, Harry descends to his knees, spreads Fleur's legs apart even further, and then leans in to start eating her out. Fleur hesitates for all of half a second before her fingers clutch at his messy black hair and draw him in, moans leaving her throat as his enthusiastic tongue laps and licks and writhes inside of her.

Her first orgasm arrives nice and fast, and then her second and third. If there's one thing Harry knows, it's how to please a woman with his mouth. Of course, it helps that he's further stimulating her with his magic, applied through his writhing tongue, conducted into her most sensitive points again and again. Needless to say, after multiple orgasms, not even a veela can stand it for long, and Fleur uses her grip on Harry's hair to push him away rather than pull him in closer, too frazzled by the over stimulation to let him continue.

Smirking easily as the panting veela lays back on the park bench, trying to recover, Harry raises an eyebrow at her.

"Shall we continue this back at the hotel?"

That gets Fleur's attention, but rather than agree, she shakes her head in the negative most vehemently, pulling him up onto the bench and trading places with him. This time, it's Fleur's turn to kneel, not seeming to care as she ruins her dress. Extracting his cock from its confines and stuffing as much if it in her mouth as she possibly can seems to be far more important to the French witch. She slobbers and gurgles all over his cock for a moment, before pulling back and sliding her tongue down to his balls, where she suckles at each for a good long while.

The sloppy blowjob is clearly meant to tease him, while also having the added effect of drenching her face and her dress in precum and drool as Harry groans and grunts, watching on but not interfering, for now. Fleur eventually tries to stuff both of his balls in her mouth, only to find that with their size, she's completely unable. She continues to try, but after a few minutes, she gives up and settles for taking them one at a time.

Switching back and forth between his nuts for a bit, Fleur then slides her tongue back up the length of his throbbing member, and Harry watches as she deep throats him again, burying her nose in his crotch, her chin pressing against his slobber-covered testicles. She bobs up and down on his dick for a good few minutes like that, slobbering all over the place, gurgling and gagging just a tad here and there. Eventually though, Harry can't handle it any longer. He begins to cum without warning, and while Fleur tries to swallow as much as she can, what she can't ends up exploding out of her mouth, flowing down her chin, and off onto her dress and into her cleavage.

Even still, when she finally pulls apart, looking as messy as can be, she makes sure to leave a mouthful of his cum still in her cheeks, which she shows him by rolling out her white-coated tongue for a moment before making a big show of swallowing as well. Only once she's done does she look down at her dress and sigh at the ruined sight of it.

"Mm, I did like this dress… but I suppose I can always get another one."

Her wicked smirk as she glances up at him makes Harry raise an eyebrow, and right there on the spot, kneeling in front of his cock, which she just finished sucking off, Fleur begins making plans for going on a shopping day trip with him. To be fair, he likes the part where she mentions how she can model all sorts of outfits for him.

Its in the midst of this planning that they suddenly hear loud voices coming their direction though. Fleur quickly gets up and after finding her wand, immediately casts a new notice me not charm up on the area. Harry goes ahead and does the same, applying some muggle repelling charms on the park bench they're hanging out on as well, just so no one tries to come sit down on them.

They then watch as several people begin walking through the park, ignoring both them and avoiding the area that they're in. Fleur smirks at this sight, and before Harry knows it, she's beginning to give him a handjob right then and there, even with the group of unsuspecting people walking by. Harry grunts and groans at her absolutely perfect technique, but even still, he once again suggests they should continue this elsewhere.

"Perhaps it's time to return to the hotel now, Fleur?"

Fleur bites her lower lip cutely, and glances over at the crowd… but in the end, she shakes her head. At least this time she explains herself a little bit more though.

"No… I want you all to myself, Harry, If we go back now, we'll run into the others, and I really, REALLY don't feel like sharing you tonight."

Straightening up, Fleur hikes her dress up over her creamy, pale thighs, revealing her naked cunt and ass to Harry. Then, she turns away from him and slowly grinds and dances on his lap for a moment in full view of EVERYONE, before finally beginning to impale herself on his cock. Harry helps, grabbing hold of Fleur's hips and slamming her the rest of the way down once she encounters some resistance. It's hard, pushing yourself down onto a cock as big as Harry's, and while Fleur can do it better than most, even she needs some assistance.

Her scream of ecstasy as she cums on the spot from being fully impaled on Harry's cock goes unnoticed and unmentioned, even with all of the people still walking through the park, even now. Harry grins as he reaches around Fleur's front and pulls down the top of her dress so that he can grope and squeeze her breasts. The veela moans, bouncing up and down on his cock all the faster. Now that she's had every last inch of him inside of herself, slamming herself down on Harry's member is much easier, and she takes to doing so with glee, mewling and then moaning and then crying out as she orgasms yet again… and then again and again.

Moving his hands back to her waist, Harry fucks Fleur as hard as he can, and Fleur in turn leans back and grabs onto the back of the bench on either side of Harry's head as he continuously slams her down onto his cock. His grunts and groans fill the night air, but not anything like Fleur's cries of pleasure and lust and thorough enjoyment of his mind-numbing, bitch-breaking cock.

Eventually though, he does find himself reaching his peak again. His seed fills Fleur's womb this time, painting her insides white. As Harry comes down from his orgasmic high however, he realizes that Fleur is having a much harder time with it. She's been cumming nonstop for what feels like an eternity, and she's barely conscious at this point.

Leaning in, Harry kisses at Fleur's neck, leaving hickeys across her pale flesh as he listens to the conversations of the people walking through the park, finally managing to get an idea of just WHY so many muggles are hanging out around here so late at night. When Fleur finally begins to stir, moving into his suckling of her neck and moaning wantonly, he pulls away and explains.

"We're going to need to stay here a little while longer, until the crowd clears up. Apparently, there was a concert that was happening in another part of the park, and now that its ended, these fine folks are trying to get back to their cars…"

Looking back at him over her shoulder, Fleur just smiles.

"I don't mind… I don't mind that one bit. Mm, I have no problem spending the rest of the night here with you… Master."

Squeezing her inner walls purposefully around his cock, Fleur mewls as she looks at him with hooded eyes.

"Go on then. Make use of your veela toy's slutty body. I would NEVER deny you, Master…"

He can't deny that her attitude right now is immensely arousing. He wants to see her if he's going to keep fucking her though, he wants to look into her eyes. Pushing Fleur off of his cock for a moment, he confuses the veela immensely, until of course he turns her around and sits her back down on his member, this time facing him. She moans as her cream-filled cunt is re-impaled on his dick, and while some of his seed manages to leak out, the majority is pushed back up into her womb.

Then, Harry takes it a step forward and stands up with Fleur thoroughly filled with his cock meat and his cum, using her ass as leverage to hold her steady. Fleur yelps at the sudden pressure exerted by having ALL of her weight on his cock, but nonetheless reacts quickly enough to hook her limbs around him for support. Her arms go around Harry's neck, while her legs wrap around his waist.

Gripping and squeezing her full, voluptuous ass cheeks as hard as he can, Harry starts fucking his delightful veela wife once more, this time silencing some of her moans and screams with kisses, making out with Fleur as he bounces her up and down on his cock, pounding up into her with deep, penetrating thrusts, each and every pistoning motion bringing Fleur closer to her next climax.

Her inner walls tighten and clench around Harry's cock like never before, rhythmically rippling along his member as she moans into his mouth or his ear, depending on whether they're kissing or not at any given moment. He fucks her like this until he starts to get tired, but then, by that point Fleur is barely holding onto him anymore, the grip of her limbs on his body immensely loosened as her head lolls back, her eyes rolled in her skull and her tongue hanging out of her mouth most limply.

Seeing this, Harry picks up the pace, giving one last boost of energy, and then he cums in Fleur again, filling her with ANOTHER load of his seed. At this point, Fleur looks almost pregnant with just his cum, her belly distended just a tad from the sheer amount of white, hot spunk that Harry has managed to load into her.

When he pulls out, a large amount of his ejaculate floods out of Fleur's well-fucked quim, streaming down her pale, inner thighs. Fleur catches herself though as he lets her down, and she stumbles back over to the bend, using it as support while at the same time kneeling on it and bending over the back of it. Harry watches her for a moment like this, eyebrow cocked, wondering what she's doing now.

Eventually, once Fleur has decided she has enough balance for what she wants to do next, the French witch releases the back of the bench, just leaning into it as she reaches back with both hands and spreads her ass cheeks wide. Her cunt is still gushing with his cum as she exposes her sphincter to him, looking back over her shoulder and mewling pathetically.

"Fuck my ass, Master. Fuck it hard, pleeeeease~"

Well, what's Harry to say to that? Snorting in amusement, the powerful wizard steps up to the place and sinks his erection, still very much at the ready, into Fleur's ass from behind. Thanks to the amount of sexual fluids from her pussy juices and his jizz that are currently coating his dick, it's not all that hard for Harry to fill her with his meaty rod. Once he's half-buried in her ass, Fleur lets go of her butt cheeks and grabs onto the bench once more. Meanwhile, Harry grabs her by her hips and starts to thrust in and out, quickly picking up the past with each pistoning motion of his prick.

Fleur moans and mewls as she's been doing before, but to be perfectly honest, that's not what draws Harry's attention as he fucks the voluptuous veela's asshole with all his might. Instead, he finds himself drawn to the way her ass jiggles with each thrust of his cock. He ends up staring at it, and even begins to change the angle and speed at which he is fucking her in order to see her ass jiggle differently.

After a while, Harry can't help himself. He wants more, and gives Fleur's right buttocks a nice, firm smack, even as he continues to fuck her asshole with deep, penetrating thrusts. She cries out, and he gives her left cheek a smack as well, before alternating between the two of them. It doesn't take long for Harry, even in the midst of being mesmerized, to realize that Fleur is actually tightening up anally every time he spanks her. From there, it's easy to recognize that she's actually experiencing a mini-orgasm every time he smacks her bottom.

Laughing a bit at that, Harry keeps doing it, leaning over Fleur as he spanks and fucks her big, fat bubble butt.

"You like it, don't you? You like being spanked like the slut you are, don't you my veela toy?"

Fleur mewls and doesn't immediately respond, too lost in the throes of ecstasy to form a coherent response. But Harry finds he wants one, and he's not willing to take gibberish as an answer. So, he stops what he's doing, leaving his cock buried in Fleur's ass and turning his spankings into kneading, groping motions instead.

"Admit it, Fleur. You enjoy being spanked red, don't you?"

As she comes down from her blissful high a little bit, she readily answers him.

"Y-Yes Master! Merlin, yes. Please, spank me more!"

That's exactly what he does, even as he goes back to fucking her, he spanks both of her ass cheeks hard enough to make her orgasm again and again, until eventually, her back door manages to milk his next load from him, and he cums inside of her ass. Or at least, he starts to. It turns out, all of that action… well, this park bench isn't bolted down like it probably should be. The jarring motions of Harry's thrusts have culminated in one final move that actually sends the bench toppling over, and Fleur flying out of Harry's grasp.

This ends up with him further ruining her dress as she lays there in the grass, the last half of his cum load covering Fleur's back and much of her body, rather than getting in her ass. There's a moment of pause, before both of them begin to laugh. Harry comes around the overturned bench and reaches down to help Fleur up, even as he rights the bench at the same time. Then, he grabs her and pulls her into a princess carry as he sits back down on the bench.

Of course, the sexy veela minx immediately begins grinding against him again, smirking easily as she licks her lips suggestively.

"Is that all my Master has? Are we already done?"

Harry raises an eyebrow, before answering with a smirk of his own.

"Not even close, Fleur."

They continue to fuck for the next several hours, far into the night and almost into the next morning. Even after the park is completely emptied out, they never quite get back to the hotel room. When they're finally done, Harry is impressed to see that Fleur is even still standing, though the sight of her still arouses him to no end. The French witch is on unsteady legs, that's for sure, and on top of that, even as she pulls her dress back into place for the final time, there's no doubt that it's absolutely RUINED by this point.

Covered in cum and pussy juices, and grass stains besides, Fleur looks absolutely radiant in her ruined state, not bothering to fix or clean a single ounce of herself as she straightens and smiles at him.

"Mm, shall we go for a walk, Master? I feel the urge to stretch my legs."

Harry blinks at that, more than a little surprised. Everything else tonight had been… fantastic, but he would never expect Fleur to be willing to go THAT far. Of course, the veela seems to know what he's thinking as she smirks easily at him.

"Come now, Master. I know you so well… perhaps even better than you know yourself. You get off on degradation and humiliation, especially when the woman gets off on it as well. You enjoy marking your women as your own, whether it's something more permanent, or just with your seed. It's why I've gotten this tattoo for myself. After all… I was your first, was I not? I taught you everything I knew… and then you surpassed me."

A bit gobsmacked, Harry just sits back and listens to Fleur talk.

"The others have figured it out, I believe. At least some of them. Some are just as eager to have you mark them as you are to be doing the marking, I do believe. I am more than happy to degrade myself for your pleasure though, my beloved husband-master. Come."

She grabs his hand at that point, and Harry allows her to walk her around the park. He can't deny that there's certainly something immensely arousing about seeing Fleur drenched in his seed, walking around with her head held high in a public place. But they don't come across anyone else, and after the short walk is over, they end their day by apparating back to their hotel suite, where Fleur sucks him off one final time before they finally go to sleep.

Perhaps there's some truth to what Fleur is saying, but luckily for Harry, so many of his wives have similar fetishes… so in the end, he doesn't think he'll have any shortage of witches willing to let him mark them with his seed. If nothing else, it seems he'll always have Fleur…

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