Lightning Strikes Twice Ch. 43 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Fleur wakes up~

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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Nnngh… H-Harry! Oh Merlin, Harry!”

“Heh, need me to slow down, ‘Mione? Just say the word.”

“N-No! Don’t… don’t stop! I can… take it!”

Fleur Delacour wakes up to the feeling of something splattering across her face, and the sounds of two lovebirds in the passionate throes of sex. Blinking her eyes open, she flinches as more liquid sprays across her cheeks. For a moment, she just stares up at the sight above her uncomprehending. Then, one of those splatters of liquid makes its way to her lips and Fleur shudders as the magic within the liquid hits her tongue.

It all comes rushing back to her then. Her attempt to wrest control of the encounter between Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had gone so fucking awry that it wasn’t even funny. And yet, for all that it’d gone terribly wrong… it’d also gone terribly right, hadn’t it? She’d gotten what she wanted in the end, even if it wasn’t precisely in the way she wanted it.

Even now, her belly is full of Harry’s cum… and fuck if the Potter Wizard doesn’t have some seriously powerful magic, to have charged seed that strong. She’d known that since they shared their kiss, but that could have just been a fluke, or a front. Really, the kiss had merely shown that Harry had enough control over his magic to push it into his lips and set her off, nothing more.

Now Fleur knew the truth though. Now she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Harry was one of the most powerful wizard of this age… of perhaps any age, as a matter of fact. That load of semen she’d ingested had been so magically charged that Fleur would be riding the high it gave her for weeks at this point. And even better, she was getting a chance at more right now.

Oh, it was certainly humiliating, the position she currently found herself in. They were in a bedroom, on a bed. Fleur was on her back, still wearing her dress. Meanwhile, Hermione Granger was looming over her, on her hands and knees, said knees on either side of Fleur’s head. Harry had his own hands on Granger’s hips and was fucking his lovely date for the evening from behind.

That was the view Fleur had been treated to when she opened her eyes. A massive, throbbing cock that she’d just gotten orally acquainted with out in the gardens, pistoning in and out of Hermione Granger’s previously virginal pussy. The cunt is sopping wet, allowing Harry’s large mast to slide in and out of Hermione fast, which in turn causes splatters of pussy juices mixed with Harry’s precum to spray across Fleur’s face.

She’s not complaining though, because the aforementioned precum is making the liquid magically charged. Maybe it’s not as good as drinking it straight from the tap, but for a partial creature like Fleur, it’s still more than good enough. She moans throatily, unable to get enough of it… though that does give her away a little bit.

“Heh, seems that someone has finally woken up.”

Harry’s reaction to Fleur’s moaning is calm and measured. Hermione though, is a lot less so.

“O-Oh! Harry, please… I…”

“She doesn’t mind it, Hermione. Listen to her. She’d be more upset if I pulled you away than if we kept going. Still, if you insist…”

Before Fleur can interject, Hermione is suddenly lifted up from above her. Fleur’s eyes widen as Granger squeals, lifted into the air and pulled back against Harry’s chest. He’s right of course, she’s definitely upset to have lost her access to his magic, even if it was barely a trickle in this state. Lifting herself up, she twists her body there on the bed to look back at them.

Both are naked where she is not, of course. Hermione Granger’s entire body is on display, what with Harry holding her aloft like he is. Hands under her legs, spreading her thighs wide, he bounces her up and down on his cock with ease, displaying a physical strength that makes Fleur’s core clench with need at the sight of him. He grins at her from over Hermione’s shoulder, almost like he can read her mind.

Hermione, meanwhile, is blushing up a storm as she meets Fleur’s gaze. Her nipples standing on end, the brunette witch looks like she’s uncertain of what Fleur is going to do next.

“You know, Delacour… Hermione here is the only reason you came with us when we left the garden. I was more inclined to leave you there, but she asked if we could take you with us, and I couldn’t say no to such a heartfelt request.”

Fleur’s eyes widen at that as she takes in that new information. She’d been… in quite the state after her first dose of Harry’s magical seed. Completely and utterly insensate, and totally unaware of her surroundings. Sure, it wasn’t like they were out in the open or anything, Harry and Hermione had found a small alcove to tuck themselves away in before she’d intruded after all.

However, even still… if they’d left her that way, who knew who might have come upon her in such a state? Who knew what would have befallen her?

Fleur hums as she takes in this new information. It’s obvious Harry is manipulating her, but just because that’s obvious doesn’t mean it’s not the truth. The truth is often better at manipulation than lying. As Hermione blushes and averts her gaze, Fleur realizes she owes the younger woman a great deal.

Not only had she begged Harry to bring Fleur with them to… wherever this place was, but also she’d proven rather merciful earlier when she’d told Harry to cum down Fleur’s throat. Oh sure, the brunette had framed it like it was supposed to be a punishment, but Fleur knew better. Hermione had taken pity on her, and while normally that would be a grave, outrageous insult to the part veela, in this case it left her feeling like she was in Granger’s debt.

She didn’t like that… not one bit. But if she wanted more of Harry’s seed, if she wanted more of that delicious magic, Fleur could read between the lines well enough to see what Harry was telling her. She needed to play nice. Not just play nice… she needed to play the role of submissive fuck pet, like she had back in the garden.

Smirking a little bit, Fleur Delacour rises from the bed, even as Harry continues bouncing Hermione up and down on his cock, causing the brunette witch to moan up a storm and cum every once in a while upon his throbbing mast.

Her dress is still down, leaving her pale tits on full display… and making it all the easier for Fleur to disrobe the rest of the way, pulling the dress off and discarding it entirely as she gazes intensely into both Harry and Hermione’s eyes. Harry stares right back at her, entirely unfazed, while Hermione looks like she’s barely hanging on to that confidence from earlier that allowed her to so thoroughly turn the tables on Fleur.

But then, to be fair… both of them know it wasn’t really Hermione who turned the tables. Harry had been the one to put Fleur in her place, the one to slap down her attempt at taking control, and the one who had effectively propped Hermione up and given her the authority to dominate Fleur. Fleur had gone along with it all because of course she had. It was the only way to get what she wanted.

Just like the only way to get what she wanted now, was to continue playing along. Naked as can be, loving the way Hermione and Harry both drink in the sight of her nude form, Fleur steps up to them with a broad smile on her lips. Her hands come up and one caresses Hermione’s cheek, even as the other falls upon one of the muggleborn’s breasts.

She kisses the brunette witch before Granger can muster up any protest, their soft lips coming together and Fleur’s tongue darting into Hermione’s mouth in a way that has the younger woman’s eyes fluttering. At the same time, her fingers ply at Granger’s chest, fondling her soft supple tits and playing with her rock hard nipples one after the other.

All the while, Harry is still fucking Hermione on his cock, still bouncing her up and down on his dick, and still making her cum her brains out from having his big fat shaft buried in her formerly virgin pussy.

The more Fleur helps out, the more Hermione cums too. Between the two of them, she and Harry have the inexperienced brunette witch squirting buckets in no time. Which is precisely Fleur’s plan. After making out with Hermione for a long while, Fleur finally pulls away for air, smiling at Hermione’s flustered and flushed features and the way her lips are puffy and parted, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths briefly before breaking.

Then, before Hermione can recover enough for her eyes to focus on Fleur’s face again, Fleur drops down, descending to her knees right then and there. Her face now mere inches from where Harry is pistoning in and out of Hermione’s pussy, Fleur wastes no time in making herself useful. Her hand comes up and finds the brunette’s clit, pinching it and giving it a tug while at the same time she leans forward and slides her tongue along the underside of Harry’s messy cock as it disappears in and out of Hermione’s stretched cunt.

As expected, there’s a magical charge in the sexual fluids that are coating Harry’s dick by this point. Just like the splatter across her face, slurping away at the Boy-Who-Lived’s shaft leaves her lips and tongue tingling and Fleur herself wanting more. Merlin, she wants so much more.

She can’t get enough. Frankly, she’s afraid of what will become of her now. Fleur should probably have run for the hills after that first kiss he managed to trick her into. But it’s not like the Triwizard Tournament allowed her to leave… and besides that, she simply couldn’t stay away.

Now here she was, playing fluffer to what was obviously Hermione and Harry’s first time together. Equally obvious, it was clearly not Harry’s first time overall. The wizard was the same age as Granger, and yet clearly far more experienced and far more worldly than Fleur had given him credit for.

She’d approached this situation all wrong, thinking she was coming in from a position of strength that would allow her to have the two young people wrapped around her finger in no time. Fleur had been wrong about that, but nothing was unsalvageable. She could still-

“Here it comes, Fleur!”

Fleur blinks, looking up in confusion, wondering if Harry had really just confused her name with Hermione’s. If he had, that would certainly be an embarrassing faux pas. But… no. That was not why he’d called out to her.

That warning is all she gets before he suddenly yanks Hermione upwards, off of his cock. His dick comes snapping down as it leaves the brunette witch, and a moment later two things happen. Number One, Hermione tips over the edge, climaxing hard and squirting said orgasm all over Fleur’s face and tits.

And number two… Harry does the same, grunting as he cums a moment later, his seed exploding out of his throbbing meat cannon and covering Fleur’s features. Hermione sprays her down, but Harry downright coats her… and Fleur gets a taste of what she would have done if Granger hadn’t been so merciful back in the gardens.

Because for all that being covered in warm jizz is humiliating and embarrassing, those emotions are nothing compared to the sheer NEED that courses through Fleur’s body as her magical creature blood senses the inherent power in Harry’s seed. The cum now coating her perfectly sculpted figure all but begs to be licked up, to be consumed, to join the rest of the magically charged semen already stored in her belly.

Losing all track of her surroundings, of anything else but the warm, sticky seed now laying on her front, Fleur attacks Harry’s gift ravenously, scooping and slurping and all but clawing his cum off of her pale form and into her mouth. Part of her is distantly aware of just how… shameful she’s being of course. Of the sight she must be. But it’s a very small part of her, as Fleur tackles cleaning herself up with her fingers and tongue until there’s nothing left.

Only once she’s scooped Harry’s cum off of every inch of herself does Fleur come back to her senses to see Harry before her, his cock twitching and waiting for someone to clean it up.

He’s set Hermione gently down on the bed, Fleur absently notes, even as she leans forward without any further prodding and greedily takes him into her mouth. As she bobs up and down on his cock, tongue swirling this way and that to collect every last remnant of his seed, Fleur stares up into Harry’s eyes, making it abundantly clear she’s more than willing to go all the way tonight.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Fleur.”

Fleur’s eyes widen at that, but she controls herself otherwise. Sucking diligently for a moment longer, she only pulls back off of Harry’s cock once he’s completely clean. Then, she quickly takes his member in her hands, stroking it while also fondling his balls.

“… Why not?”

Harry chuckles, and Fleur knows that she’s failed to properly feign casual disinterest. She wants him and he knows she wants him. Damn it.

“Because tonight was Hermione’s night. And for all that you intruded upon it, for all that she insisted on bringing you along… it will remain her night. You, my dear, are simply going to have to earn your turn another way… another time.”

Part of Fleur wants to attack him. Probably the veela part, really. A wizard daring to refuse her? But that same part of her that was entirely veela… also knew when to stand down. This wasn’t a man she could push around with her allure. This wasn’t a wizard who could be controlled at all, he’d already made that abundantly clear.

Lowering her head submissively, the naked blonde shudders, but acquiesces.

“V-Very well…”

In the end, Fleur would find a way to earn it, one way or another. But for now… for now, she would back down. Harry better not leave her waiting forever though…