Fleur Delacour Pt. 3

"… You want to tell me what that was about, Fleur?"

Her blush is bright red, and she knows it. That's about the only thing she knows though, because she certainly doesn't know how to tell him that she'd suppressed her veela instincts for so long just waiting for him to take her, and then she'd been teased relentlessly by his big hard dick and what it could do to women, and damnit she'd just lost control and by Circe's big fat tits his cock could keep a whole fucking FLOCK of veela tamed if he chose to use it that way!

No, she couldn't find the words to articulate ANY of that. In the end, she just settled for stuttering unintelligibly, her eyes wide and her body squirming against the big, fat member that she could feel between her voluptuous ass cheeks, stretching all the way up to the small of her back and then some. Sitting on his lap, staring into his eyes… she just couldn't get her equilibrium back.

Of course, Harry didn't necessarily like this. Slowly, a frown spreads across his face as he stares at the bumbling, dumbfounded witch in his grasp. He'd liked her a lot more when she was a spicy, haughty Gallic babe with a wicked sense of humor. The bright woman he'd gotten to know both during the Triwizard Tournament, and in the years, that had followed. This, what he was seeing now… he found it to be quite out of character.

"What is this? Where's the French witch who became Beauxbatons' Triwizard Champion? When did you become a silly leetle girl, hm?"

The mispronunciation of little is on purpose, and his prodding of her pride has the exact intended effect as Fleur's jaw drops in shock and the veela's slight temper as well as her self-confidence comes back in full force.

"Hmph! Just because you 'ave a big fat cock and just because you've tamed zhese leetle girls does not mean that you 'ave earned me, 'Arry Potter!"

She scrambles out of his arms and Harry lets her do so, grinning slightly as the beautiful blonde veela stands before him, proud and tall. Her blush is still there, but her chin is held high now as she glares at him.

"I-In fact, if you want to claim me, you will 'ave to do so properly, and prove that you are worthy to take a veela into your bed!"

Harry's grin only widens as he slowly stands up, loving the side of Fleur he's seeing now, the proud lilt to her voice and the challenging look in her eyes. He prepares to take a step forward, only for Hermione to pipe up from the side as her and the others finally begin to recover and take stock of what's going on in their midst.

"You know… I read about veela once in a book I checked out of the Restricted Section. I remember the book talking about how veela would goad men into chasing them through woods and over streams and moors, playing catch and release until the man was spent, or they were finally claimed…"

Fleur immediately latches onto Hermione's words, her eyes lighting up and her lips curving into a pleased smile in a way that Harry finds absolutely delightful.

"And zhat is exactly what we shall do! So zhere!"

And just like that, the blonde veela spins around and exits the Shrieking Shack. She stops dead right outside the doorway, realizing exactly what she's challenged the greatest wizard in Europe to the moment she steps foot outside. After a moment, she shakes herself out of it and continues on her way, her head still held high.

Meanwhile, back in the shack every girl is reacting to the news in a different way. Daphne's is definitely the most boisterous though.

"Oh, FUCK YES Master! You HAVE to teach that veela slut her place! Make her your bitch, bend her to your will! By Merlin, I'm so fucking hot right now, please fuck me Harry, PLEASE!"

She ends up getting her wish, much to Hermione's chagrin, but all four girls end up getting a ride on Harry's dick one last time, as well as a nice, warm dinner fresh from Dobby before the time finally arrives. Night falls and Harry, accompanied by his girls, meets up with Fleur on the edge of the safer parts of the Forbidden Forest.

Fleur can't help but be jealous. Harry is wearing nothing but a short robe, while all four witches are completely naked. She herself is dressed down to only her panties and her bra, all she's technically allowed to wear. She could have gone naked… but she didn't want to make things too easy for Harry. And yet, she's half-tempted to just submit and call the whole thing off right then and there, as she watches the other girls slowly peel Harry's tightly fitted robe off of his body, worshipping his muscular, naked form with their tongues and their hands.

The lightning bolt landing strip that Hermione has shaved her pubic hair into, sitting right above her otherwise smooth pussy, gets flaunted in Fleur's direction more than once, leaving the veela's blood boiling with both lust and anger. She should be the one peeling Harry's robe off… and she should also be worshipped by these weak, human witches as well!

Gritting her teeth, the blonde veela waits with clenched fists until Harry finally steps away from his girls and towards her, stopping only a few feet away.

"Ready Fleur?"

"Run, little Veela! Run!"

That comes from behind him, and Harry's lips turn up into a small smirk, even as Fleur bristles slightly and then turns to flee. She only gets a minute head start, but she uses it to the best of her ability, getting as far away from the group in a straight line as she can before finally turning to disappear into the trees.

And yet… and yet she feels his magical presence behind her within moments of the minute head start up. Then, a few seconds after that, she feels his fingers ghost across her arm. And all of the sudden, Fleur is pushed down onto the ground as Harry lands on top of her. The veela cries out in both shock, dismay, and pure wanton anticipation, even as Harry simply shoves her lacey panties to the side, his cock piercing to her core a moment later.

A loud cry leaves Fleur's lips and she cums on the spot as he fucks her hard and fast, right there on the forest floor. It's messy and it's dirty and it's exactly what the beautiful French witch has always wanted. Every last bit of it, even the rough and tumble bits. This is what it means to be a veela, this primal, savage sort of fucking.

Harry plows her senseless through three orgasms before he finally cums, but when he does he doesn't cum inside of her, he paints her back and her panty-clad ass and her bra straps with his seed, before standing up and stepping back from her. This time, it's him who says the words, his voice that intones the instruction.

"Run little veela. Run."

And Fleur slowly stands up and begins to run, as best as she can anyways. Eventually, the blonde finds her stride again and manages a sprint as she flees from what she knows will be her eventual fate anyways. This is not going to go the way that most veela hunts went. In truth, the book that Hermione read had been a little off. Veela were almost always stronger than human men. They were DEFINITELY always stronger than human women.

Very rare was it that there was a veela hunt where the final outcome wasn't decided by the veela herself. It wasn't about whether the man or the veela got tired first… just like so many human women would fake orgasms to make their chosen mate happy, a veela would fake exhaustion at the end of a 'successful' veela hunt if they'd already decided that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with the man chasing them down.

And if they didn't, then they exhausted the man and basically failed him out. It was as simple as that. This though? This was not as simple as that. Fleur runs, and then Harry is there again, his strong fingers closing through her hair and stopping her dead. The blonde veela is forced to her knees, and the cock she'd tried so desperately to suck back in the shack is forced into her willing, open mouth and right down her throat.

Just as before, Harry is not even close to gentle with her. His cock pistons in and out of her esophagus as he fucks her face just as hard as he fucked her cunt.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Fleur chokes on his dick, her eyes watering involuntarily, but her arms simply hang limp at her sides as she just takes it, letting him fuck her throat as hard as he likes. He does so for a good ten minutes, to the point where the blonde thinks she might pass out from oxygen deprivation. Instead, he cums yet again before that can happen, and Fleur drinks about half his massive load down before he pulls out and leaves the rest painting her face and her tits.

And then he's letting go of her and stepping back again, and she's stumbling to her feet and running off once more. She runs, because that's what's expected of her. She runs because that's what any veela would do in her place… right? Within two minutes, he's on top of her, his massive frame pinning her to the forest floor.

This time, he twists her onto her back and slides down to between her legs. His cock doesn't penetrate her. Instead, Harry grips Fleur's thighs and lifts her lower body into the air as he brings her dripping wet pussy up to his mouth. The voluptuous blonde veela's eyes go wide and her head pushes back against the dirt and leaves beneath her as she cums on the spot, squirting all over Harry's face. Her pussy juices flow down his throat even as he eats her out to not one, not two, not three, but four orgasms brought about by nothing but his talented tongue.

After that, he pulls her onto his lap and Fleur happily impales herself on his cock, riding him to kingdom come. And then, after that, she's running again. Over and over again, the process repeats. Over and over again, Harry catches her, fucks her silly, and releases her.

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