Wanton Nights

Wanton Nights

Shell Cottage

Fleur’s eyes snapped open when someone pressed their hand over her mouth.

She instinctively tried to scream, her right hand shooting for her wand at the bedside table. But when her assailant loomed over her and she saw the familiar face in the dim lighting, her body relaxed.

She shivered when the hand around her mouth moved down to grab her slender neck.

The gentle squeeze told her the purpose of the late-night visit.

Giving him a nod, she struggled up, his fingers still gripping her throat.

“Come,” he whispered, tugging her face closer and pecking her lips.

She jerked her head, sparing only a glance at her sleeping husband.

~xXxXx~

The door closed behind them, and Harry pushed her roughly onto his bed.

Fleur stumbled and sprawled on her back, a flimsy nightie the only thing protecting her modesty.

“Hello there.” He smirked, unbuttoning his shirt while giving her alluring body a thorough once-over.

Unbound silver hair flowing around her face. Blue eyes filled with annoyance and lust. Big, voluptuous breasts straining against the sheer white nightie. Which barely reached her knees, leaving her plump thighs bare for his lecherous gaze.

“Zis is getting repetitive?” She snarked.

“You started it, didn’t you?” He took off his trousers and underwear.

It was a drunken affair, allowed to take place only because Bill was away to check on his family and Hermione and Ron were busy fucking each other.

It had been her who invited him into her bed and fucked him. Since then, Harry had taken every opportunity to use her unnaturally beautiful body for pleasure. He didn’t think any normal girl would ever top his experience of fucking a Veela.

She kept mum, but her eyes glowed when his towering mast sprang free, the one-eyed menace ignoring her and looking up at the ceiling.

He commanded her to come near the foot of the bed while he stroked himself.

Huffing, she crawled over to him and stood on her knees, facing him.

His mouth smashed against hers unannounced, swallowing her feeble protests. It opened on its own, allowing his tongue to enter and dominate her—to use her oral cavity.

Fire surged from within as his kiss sang of passion, as he used her mouth in a show of aggression and unbridled lust.

Dainty fingers curled around his girthy mast while he pried out a moan from her stubborn mouth, his hands grabbing a handful of her arse in the meantime.

She was wearing nothing underneath her nightie. And he took advantage, the tips of his fingers digging into her soft derriere while his palms pressed against the plump, round flesh.

He picked her up and carried her to the nearest wall, all the while sucking the life out of her. His wet, warm tongue traced every inch of her mouth, and whenever she tried to take charge, it was subdued by his powerful tongue.

“‘Arry!” She groaned as he slammed her against the wall and sandwiched her between his muscular body and cold wood, making her wrap her legs around him, digging her heels in his back.

Lips instantly attached to the side of her neck, and hungry hands pawed all over: her perky tits, her thin waist, her shapely hips.

Before she could lose herself in the foggy pleasure, he slapped her arse and dropped her on her feet. Without asking, he put his palm on top of her head and pushed her down to her knees. His fingers curled into her silver hair, and he tugged her forward, towards his twitching member. Glaring at him, she took the bulbous head in her hot mouth. His response was a guttural moan as he caressed her head. Her pouty full lips locked around his glans, and a flick of her tongue made his excited cock throb beggingly.

“Fleur,” he glared down at her, “you are a goddess.”

Her eyes filled with unwanted pride and she pushed herself further onto his cock. She kept doing that until her nose was buried in his sparse pubic hair, the musky scent causing her mouth to salivate, providing more drool to moisten his mast.

Her eyes widened when he clutched her hair and pulled her towards the bed. With his cock still in her mouth, she was blinded and had to hurriedly clamber on her knees, feeling like a cattle being herded to its pen.

As he plopped down with her mouth still attached to his cock, she humoured biting on it to punish him for that torturous crawl. But her weeping cunt told her that she had enjoyed the hardship. And there was no need to act reluctant when this was the tenth night in a row.

“Prepare yourself.” He barely gave her a second before gripping the back of her head.

Then he pulled her up and down on his proud cock, allowing her to slather it with her lips and tongue. She could do nothing but glower at his amused face while her mouth was used like an accessory.

“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled, looking at her left hand, the one working on her nether lips.

She just gagged in response, her thumb pressing down on her clit. Why was she putting up with this? Why was she suffering humiliation at the hands of a young man? Why was she cheating on her husband?

Because she loved it.

She loved how Harry scratched this particular itch. Veelas were the beings of fire and passion. They were beings of love and lust. And while Bill was there to give her love, their passion was… lukewarm. He was a kind man who tried to accommodate her. But he respected and loved her too much to let the demon out. And a demoness could only be controlled by a demon.

Harry was that demon. He had whiffed her desires instantly that first night of drunken affair. And had understood that while she appreciated gentle love, she needed rough, unrestrained sex. She needed to feed her lust. She needed to be dominated. She needed to be used. And Harry was doing just that for the past few days.

He was a natural, if she was being honest. Her nose flared and her eyes shined when his cock quivered.

It was coming. Her mouth watered at the prospect of tasting his delicious cum. She loved it. She loved that thick, manly flavour coating her taste buds. So she was very disappointed when he pulled her mouth away just before she could drink it. Instead, he held her face near his cock and sprayed it white. She opened her mouth wide in a vain hope to salvage it. But the cruel man—aware of her desire—turned her head this way and that, letting his cum strike her entire face except her mouth.

“That was nice.” He sighed blissfully, smirking down at her smeared face. “You look even sexier with this makeup.”

“Quite funny,” she said blandly.

But her attitude was ruined as she wiped her face and licked her fingers clean, barely keeping her moans from slipping out. It tasted so good.

His victorious smirk was a quip in itself. “Stand up, love.”

She rose to her feet, her nightie already unbuttoned, her tits nearly naked.

“Turn around.”

She followed his order without a fuss.

“Raise your arms,” he hissed, pressing behind her, his still erect cock poking her back.

His fingers traced her sides, the nightie laughably thin to prevent him from feeling her skin and its warmth. His palms stopped at her thighs, and gave them a squeeze before gripping the fabric and pulling it over her head.

He threw it on the floor, finally leaving her entirely bare.

“Mmm,” she moaned as his hands pressed on her sides again and traced their way up, leaving goosebumps on her skin.

“If this wasn’t supposed to be a secret, I’d be sucking your teats all day,” he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding up onto her breasts. The two mounds were large and round enough that he couldn’t hold all of them.

She faltered and leaned into him as he pinched and pulled on her pink nipples.

“May I drop my ‘ands?” Her voice trembled as his lips found the side of her neck again.

“Drop them, but on the bed, and bend down too.” He chuckled, giving her breasts one last squeeze, hard enough to imprint his fingers on her flesh, tight enough to leave an ache.

She lowered her hands as he pulled away and spun her around. Licking her lips, she bent forward and placed her hands on the foot of the bed, her arse pushed towards him, ripe to be taken.

SMACK!

Her arse cheeks jiggled as he struck her bubbly derriere. An aroused gasp tore through her.

SMACK!

“‘Arry—” Her moan was interrupted when he spanked her again.

SMACK!

“Such a shameless woman, your cunt is flooding merely at my touch. I wonder if Bill can make you wet like I can.” He smirked, caressing her red jiggling cheeks, his fingers pushing further, tracing a line over her pussy and arsehole.

She bit her tongue and glared at the blanket that was bunched in front of her. Her mouth twitched as he prodded her vulva with his finger. Her eyes closed when it easily slipped in.

“You know what, I am getting bored of your body. I’ll skip sex tonight.”

She snapped her head and looked over her shoulder with immeasurable disappointment.

SMACK!

Her arse shook from the impact, and she almost screamed from surprise.

“Kidding! Kill me the day I get bored of a Veela’s body.” He laughed at her irritated look.

“Will you fuck me or not?” She ground out, bracing herself and looking forwards once again.

“Of course, love. Have I ever skipped creaming you? It’s unfortunate that you are on potions.” He smiled, gripping her waist and lining himself behind her.

She held her breath and exhaled when he pushed past her labia and bottomed out inside her. He was just as big and girthy as always, stretching her burning walls.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

A rhythm began as he fucked her with long, deep thrusts.

“Mmm… faster, ‘Arry! Faster!”

“Well, you asked for it.” He grinned and pounded onto her plump arse, her cheeks jiggling with every strike.

“Yes! Yes! Just like zat!” She screamed, lurching back and forth as he kept slamming behind her.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He suddenly shoved her on the bed, making her fall on her face.

“Wha—”

But Harry was already climbing on top of her and wrapping his arm around her neck.

“‘Arry!” She yelled, not sure if she wanted to stop him or ask him to be rougher.

In her prone position, with his weight atop her and his arm tightening around her throat, she could do nothing but lay still and moan on the mattress.

Her vision began blurring as he fucked her with a frantic abandon.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

With a grunt, he filled her up.

And just as she was going to pass out from the lack of air, her body seized up and she was thoroughly drowned in pleasure, her mind blanking for a moment, allowing her to see nothing, emphasising only the loudness of her beating heart.

She felt it.

She acutely felt his seeds churning in her womb, mingling with her juices as Harry finally slowed down his drilling and pulled out. Fleur mewled at the sudden sensation of an empty pussy and lay still for a minute, panting and allowing the toe-curling pleasure to wreck her.

Giving her arse a sharp spank, he rolled off her and lay beside her. “Better go before Bill starts feeling lonely in his bed.”

“Give me a minute.” She groaned, slapping his hand away as it approached her tits.

“Fine by me. But don’t be surprised if I mount you again. You are looking extremely fuckable with my cum staining your cunt.”

She sighed and got off the bed, wincing at the ache between her legs. Then again, this very ache drew her to him, letting him fuck her every night. This was the very ache she needed to have blissful sleep.

Pulling on her nightie, she left his room without even a parting kiss.

She didn’t love him, after all.

She only loved Bill.

~xXxXx~

The day soon came when the Golden Trio prepared to leave the cottage to steal the Horcrux from Gringotts.

Ron and Hermione thanked the couple for allowing them this safe haven.

When Harry embraced Fleur for the last time, he discretely gave her arse a squeeze and whispered a promise. “We’ll see each other again.”

Fleur could do nothing but hope no one saw her thighs rubbing against each other.

A.N. Just as short smut chapter I wrote yesterday.