Fleur's Yule Ball (Ch. 4 - Epilogue: The Victor's Spoils) (Patreon)

Disclaimer: The characters in this story have been aged up. Hogwarts and Beauxbatons start at the age of 15, making Harry and Fleur 18 and 21 respectively.

Harry was enjoying the warmth of the summer sun on his skin as he lay back on a towel on the private beach they had rented for their stay at Fleur's family château in France that summer. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was soothing, and the gentle breeze made him feel relaxed. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

He couldn't believe how quickly things between him and Fleur had progressed since the Yule Ball a few months ago. At first, he didn't know what to make of her advances. After all, she was beautiful beyond belief, with long silvery blonde hair that fell almost to her waist, large deep blue eyes and an absolutely perfect figure. But, she had also been his competitor in the Triwizard Tournament, and it had been easy to believe she was only trying to get closer to him to gain an advantage, even if that meant using her body.

But once they had gotten to know each other better during their time together at Hogwarts, he couldn't deny how attracted he was to her any longer.

He thought back on all of the times they had spent together since then, exploring every inch of each other's bodies and learning what made them both scream in pleasure. He felt like he could never get enough of her, spending hours upon end just lying next to her, watching her sleep or when he was pounding that tight Veela pussy of hers.

And now here they were, renting out a private beach for the summer so that they could spend their time together without interruption. It had been Fleur's idea actually, and Harry couldn't help but smile whenever he thought about it.

As if on cue, Fleur walked towards him from further down along the sandy shoreline where their summer villa was located. She was wearing nothing except a pair of small slippers to protect her delicate feet against the sand, and Harry couldn't help but stare at her perfect body as she approached, taking in every inch of her gorgeous form.

Her skin looked like sun-kissed porcelain, stretched tightly over her toned muscles and firm curves. Her breasts were perky and pert, with hard nipples that stood out prominently against her chest. They sat high on her chest, making Harry's mouth water at the thought of wrapping his arms around them or feeling them pressed up against his own naked flesh.

Her waist tapered down to narrow hips before flaring back out into a plump bottom that looked like it was made for sex. The cheeks were round and supple, with dimples when she squatted down on her haunches next to him. Harry's cock twitched in response, already rock hard from seeing his beautiful Veela girlfriend so exposed.

Harry had grown more comfortable being naked around Fleur over the past few weeks, but he still wasn't quite as confident about it as she was. As such, he kept a pair of swimming trunks on to cover himself, even if they were just out on their private beach, but those too seemed useless now that his erection was clearly visible through them.

"Bonjour, mon amant," Fleur greeted him softly, her voice like melted chocolate over warm bread. "Are you enjoying the view?" she asked teasingly as she licked her lips, looking down at where Harry's cock tented his swimming trunks.

Harry swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry at the thought of what those lips wrapped around had done to him just yesterday afternoon in their villa bedroom. "You know I am," Harry replied gruffly, trying not to let how much he wanted her show on his face.

Fleur giggled softly before reaching forward and pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, causing goosebumps to break out along his skin where she touched him. "Come now, help me with the sunscreen," Fleur requested playfully as she pulled a bottle of sunscreen from the bag beside his towel.

She handed it over to Harry and then turned around and laid down on her stomach on a towel right next to him, giving him an incredible view of her perfect ass as well as the doughy sides of those gorgeous tits of hers as they pressed against the towel beneath her. She looked back at him with a coy smile, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "I can't seem to reach all parts here," she explained innocently, shaking her pliable ass back and forth for emphasis.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at how easily she manipulated everything into sex. It was one of the things that he loved about her, the way she always found ways to turn any situation sexual without even trying very hard. He didn't think there would ever be a time when they were alone together where he wouldn't find himself getting hard whenever they talked or touched. The woman was an addiction, and he never wanted to get sober again.

With that happy thought in mind, Harry grabbed the bottle of sunscreen from Fleur's fingers and squeezed some onto the palm of his hand before starting to massage it gently into her skin. He started with her shoulders first, not falling for the temptation of running his hands between those perfect thighs just yet, working the lotion gently over every inch until she sighed contentedly under him.

From there he moved lower still, rubbing small circles on the muscles of her arms as well before moving down further onto her upper back. He could feel how tense some parts were from all their lovemaking sessions lately, but she didn't seem to mind, moaning happily whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot and kneading it gently.

Harry had always been good with his hands when it came to massages, so this was nothing new for him. It felt natural to work the lotion into her skin as slowly as possible while enjoying every moment of touching such perfect flesh without clothes separating them anymore than absolutely necessary.

When he reached the top of Fleur's ass where both mounds met at a firm line between them that made his mouth water, the scent of her pussy wafted up towards him on warm summer air, teasing his senses and making his cock twitch harder against its confinement inside his swimming trunks.

Unable to resist any longer, Harry started to play with Fleur's perfect ass cheeks. They were soft yet firm beneath his fingers as he squeezed them gently in between kneading circles that made her shiver under him, breaking out into goosebumps all over from head to toe.

"Mmm... That feels so good," she purred contentedly, arching her back upwards slightly while grinding herself shamelessly against Harry's touch. "Keep going, mon amant... Please..." She begged quietly in French between breaths taken in through parted lips as she looked at him over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes that made his heart race faster than ever before.

Harry didn't need to be told twice, already having moved both hands over onto Fleur's thighs instead, spreading them apart slowly so he could access more of what she was offering without a word needed to explain herself further. Her pussy came into view then, glistening with sweat from their earlier activities and leaking more juices down its edges as he watched hungrily.

Harry couldn't help himself anymore at this point either - especially not after having heard her beg so prettily just moments ago. He let his fingers slip between those thick Veela thighs of hers until they found the entrance to heaven, coated in Fleur's natural lubricant that made him groan loudly under his breath as he started working two fingers deep inside her welcoming warmth.

Fleur gasped loudly when Harry entered her fully with both digits, moaning louder still once he began rubbing them gently within her depths. "Oh... Yes... That feels amazing," she sighed happily, grinding herself shamelessly against every movement of his hand while looking back at him over her shoulder with lustful eyes that seemed to glow bright golden hues under the summer sun above them both.

"I need more..." She added softly, looking pleadingly up towards Harry for assistance, letting out little whimpers and sighs whenever he pressed deeper inside or hit some secret spot deep within her core.

Harry couldn't resist any longer either though, his cock throbbing painfully against its confinement. With a groan, Harry withdrew his fingers from within her pussy and stood up quickly before discarding his swimming trunks in one swift motion, letting out the beast inside him at last as he kicked them aside. His hard rod sprang forth immediately, pointing accusingly towards Fleur's exposed form with an intense hunger that couldn't be contained anymore.

"Please... Take me... Use me..." She begged desperately now, squirming around wantonly on her towel as she tried to get closer to him. "Fuck me, Harry! Make love to your little Veela slut!"

Harry didn't need more convincing after those words left Fleur's mouth, already grabbing hold of his thick cock and guiding it straight towards its target between her spread legs. He had been looking forward to this all day long, and nothing would stop him from feasting upon this heavenly treat until there was not even an ounce left behind inside its depths!

With one swift motion, Harry thrust deep into Fleur's tight Veela cunt with one powerful stroke of his hips that made her cry out loudly under the sudden intrusion. She was dripping wet already when he entered her, meaning no resistance remained once he filled himself up to the hilt within those heavenly walls.

"Mmm... Yes! Just like that!" She moaned out in pure bliss as she started bouncing herself back onto him wildly, meeting every single thrust of his hips with equal vigour until they became a blur of movement and flesh slapping against flesh. "Fuck me harder, mon amant!"

Harry didn't need to be told twice here either, immediately picking up the pace while pounding away at her like a madman possessed by demons straight from hell itself. Each powerful thrust sent ripples throughout their combined bodies that shook them both violently as they made love right there on the beach beneath the summer sky.

Harry's balls slapped loudly against Fleur's leaking lips with every stroke, causing even more juices to leak forth uncontrollably down her legs while dripping onto the towel underneath where they lay. The sound of flesh hitting wet skin echoed throughout their surroundings like rolling thunder crashing across dark clouds above them during a fierce storm brewing right over their heads.

"Fuck! You're so fucking tight!" Harry growled out roughly between clenched teeth as he plowed into her again and again, losing himself within the sensation completely. "Your Veela pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock like this..." He grunted roughly while pounding away at her mercilessly.

Harry loved how responsive she was to every single thing that happened during their lovemaking sessions together; no matter what position they found themselves in or what act was being performed upon each other, whether it be oral sex, anal play, or regular vaginal intercourse - everything always felt like heaven sent straight down from above. There truly wasn't anything quite as satisfying as making love to a Veela woman who gave herself over completely without any reservations whatsoever.

And ever since he had defeated Fleur in the Triwizard Tournament and became its victor instead of her, she had been treating him like some kind of god amongst mortals whenever they were alone together like this. He couldn't help but feel proud when thinking back upon all those times where she would drop to her knees before him without hesitation just so he could take his fill from between her luscious curves without any shame or inhibitions holding either one of them back anymore.

"Ooh... Yes! Just like that!" She screamed out again and again as they continued rutting together wildly under the summer sun above them both. "Take me harder, mon amant! Give it all to your little Veela whore!" Her voice kept rising higher pitched each time she reached another peak of pleasure coursing throughout her veins.

And the end of the Triwizard Tournament had also been the beginning of her debasing herself like this. After he had proved his magical superiority over her in the tournament, something inside her had snapped and she started acting submissive towards him almost immediately afterwards - calling herself a slut for his cock, begging him for release and worshipping his body like some kind of deity whenever given half the chance.

It turned him on immensely every single time he heard such things fall from those full, soft lips of hers while she ground herself down onto him fiercely or sucked his shaft clean afterwards. It made him feel manlier than ever before, knowing that someone as beautiful as her craved his touch so badly that she'd willingly do whatever he asked of her.

And he took full advantage too, loving how easily he could make her cum whenever he wanted simply by thrusting his rod deep into her cunt or massaging certain spots inside her that only he knew existed thanks to their many encounters together thus far. Speaking of which...

"FUCK! YES!! RIGHT THERE!!!!" She screeched out suddenly, throwing her head backwards as she arched her spine upwards off the towel. A massive orgasm ripped through her entire form, sending shockwaves throughout her muscles as they tensed up tightly around him while trapping him even deeper still within her core. "YESSSS!!!! I'M CUMMMMMMMINGGGG!!!!!"

She thrashed about wildly beneath him, grinding her ass shamelessly against his pelvis as she milked every last drop of pleasure from her climax. When she finally collapsed back down onto the towel below her Harry continued pumping away at her furiously, determined to wring out as much ecstasy from her trembling frame as possible before allowing her any respite.

But soon enough, Harry noticed that his own orgasm was quickly approaching too, threatening to spill forth from his throbbing tip if he didn't pull out now. So, reluctantly, he withdrew his cock from her depths and flipped her over onto her hands and knees in front of him, his cock pointing directly at her gorgeous face.

Her pert breasts hung low beneath her chest, swaying gently with each shallow breath taken in through parted lips while sweat glistened off her smooth skin like liquid diamonds sparkling under moonlight after dusk had fallen. Harry let out an appreciative groan as he admired her perfect form for a moment longer before stepping forward and planting his feet firmly on either side of her.

Then, with one swift motion, he stuck his cock straight down her throat until only the very base of his thick shaft remained visible between her pink lips stretched wide apart around it. She gagged slightly as he entered her fully, choking softly at his sudden intrusion while trying to accommodate his length within her welcoming warmth.

"Ohhhh... Fuck... That's good..." Harry moaned deeply, feeling the vibrations travel down along his sensitive shaft all the way to his balls, which drew up closer towards his body in response. He held steady there for several seconds, enjoying the sight of her lovely features distorted by the intrusion of his flesh filling her mouth completely.

She looked back up at him with wide eyes filled with lustful longing, pleading silently for him to continue abusing her throat like this. And Harry happily obliged, pulling back slowly before plunging himself forward again and again until her muffled cries echoed around them both beneath the bright blue sky overhead.

Harry loved watching her choke and gasp around his hard meat, seeing her cheeks and throat bulge out with each powerful stroke as he stuffed himself deeper into her mouth until he bottomed out right against her tonsils. He could hear her swallowing reflexively around him, causing saliva to drip down from the corners of her mouth and trickle down her chin onto her jiggling tits.

"You look so fucking hot like this," Harry growled roughly, leaning down so he could whisper huskily into her ear. "My little Veela whore... You love taking my big fat cock down your throat, don't you?"

Fleur nodded eagerly, unable to speak due to having his shaft filling most of her oral cavity completely. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his thighs instead, digging her fingers into his firm muscles as she pulled him even deeper still.

Harry couldn't resist any longer then, letting go of control and starting to fuck her face with more passion than ever before. His hips slammed into her repeatedly while she tried to hold on for dear life, barely able to keep up with the pace set by her dominant lover above her.

Soon enough though, Harry felt his orgasm building strongly within his balls, signalling its imminent arrival. "Fuck, I'm going to cum..." Harry grunted loudly between clenched teeth, knowing full well what would happen next. But Fleur seemed ready for it, nodding eagerly as she opened wider still to receive him.

With one final grunt, he withdrew from Fleur's mouth entirely, leaving her coughing and spluttering desperately as she struggled to catch her breath before the finale.

"Open wide, slut!" Harry demanded harshly, grabbing hold of his pulsating tip and aiming it directly at her open maw. With a roar, he unloaded everything he had built up over the past half an hour - spraying rope after rope of sticky seed across her tongue, coating her perfect, puffy lips completely before covering her nose, eyes, forehead, and leaving a decorative streak in her hair as well.

Then, without missing a beat, he aimed lower still and started blasting her ample bosoms and taut stomach with his potent essence, painting her gorgeous curves with streaks of white cream that stood out prominently against her sun-kissed complexion. By the time he was done, not even an inch of her beautiful form remained untouched by his semen.

He stepped back then, admiring his handiwork proudly as he watched Fleur lick her lips clean, savouring every single drop that touched those soft pillows of hers. Then, when she finished licking her lips, she smiled contentedly up at him before standing up slowly.

She looked like an angel sent straight down from heaven itself, Harry thought briefly, bathed in his warm, wet juices as they cascaded down her curvy figure. Her skin shimmered like liquid gold under the summer sun above them both, making her look even more radiant than ever before.

Fleur was without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the world. But covered in his sticky load like this? There truly weren't words capable of describing just how stunning she appeared right then. All Harry knew was that if he looked into the Mirror of Erised at this very moment, he wouldn't be surprised if it showed him holding hands with this exact same vision staring back at him lovingly now.

Because right now, Harry was the happiest man alive.

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