Capítulo 286: A Fantastical Third Task (Harry Potter)
A/N: A Fantastical Third Task was a commissioned one shot originally written back in March of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Slutty, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
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The Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament is nigh, and Fleur Delacour is more than ready. Bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation, the absolutely gorgeous part-veela doesn't even notice as a few people in the stands pass out from overstimulation. She's not paying any of the numerous onlookers any mind, well used to having the eyes of wizards and witches alike glued to her beautiful body.
Instead, Fleur's mind is on the Task ahead. This is it, the final task of the Triwizard Tournament, the first to be held in quite a long time. Frankly, Fleur understands why it was discontinued for so many centuries now. After all, she's the only remaining Champion still in the running at this point.
No, not because her competition is dead, thankfully. Fleur wasn't the kind of woman to wish death on anyone. Instead, it was thanks to rather tragic, nefarious, and somewhat embarrassing circumstances that both Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory had ended up disqualified from the entire Tournament. Of course, it couldn't very well be a TRI-wizard Tournament without the three contenders, and the tournament organizers were loath to just give Fleur the trophy and winnings and be done with it.
Privately, Fleur was torn on that subject. On the one hand, it would have been nice to just have the whole affair over with. Especially after her piss poor showing at the Second Task had forced Dumbledore himself to dredge her sister up out of the lake. The victims had never been in any real danger of course, that was obvious in hindsight, but it hadn't made Fleur feel any better in the moment, feeling like she'd failed her sister and doomed her.
On the other hand, it wouldn't have felt very satisfying to just… end the tournament at that. With her coming in last in the Second Task and thus put last in score for the entire tournament, but still being given the win simply because of Viktor and Cedric's embarrassing disqualifications. It certainly wouldn't have won her any fame or accolades back home once the whole story came out.
So, in the end, Fleur supposed she was alright with the loophole that the Tournament Organizers had found in one of the Triwizard Tournament's archaic bylaws. Namely, there was once a time when the Champions' dates to the Yule Ball were more than just their dates… they were also registered as their Seconds, and if anything happened to the Champions, it was commonly understood that their dates would take over in their place.
That was how Fleur found herself flanked on either side by Cho Chang and Hermione Granger, the two Hogwarts witches taking up the mantles of their respective Yule Ball dates and ultimately representing their men in this final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Needless to say, the uproar from Durmstrang over a 'mudblood' representing them was somewhat hilarious, so Fleur doubly approved of that choice.
Regardless, as Fleur prepares for the trial ahead, she also checks out her competition, no longer knowing what to expect now that the men she'd competed with in the first two tasks have instead been replaced by their women.
To the two's credit, both are looking quite… ready. Miss Chang is clad in a modified qipao, with a blue unitard underneath and some exceptionally athletic shoes. Miss Granger, meanwhile, has a tight blue top that misses her midriff and khaki shorts on, along with a bandolier of potions wrapped across her substantial chest.
They're determined to win if nothing else, and Fleur knows she has her work cut out for her here. Still, soon enough the Task starts, and both of her competitors are allowed into the Maze before her. That, at least, stuck in Fleur's craw just a little bit. Yes, she had comparatively less points than both Viktor and Cedric after her poor showing in the Second Task… but she DIDN'T have less points then Cho or Hermione.
It seemed to her that neither Viktor nor Cedric were being at all truly punished for their ultimate disqualifications. At the very least, letting her go in first and making Hermione and Cho wait would have been fairer, at least in Fleur's humble estimation.
No use crying over spilt milk though, and soon enough the French witch is allowed into the Maze as well. The Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament is a truly massive magical hedge maze in which one's goal is to get to the center and collect the cup. The one who does so first will be the victor.
Now, Fleur is starting later than her competitors, which means she has to move fast. She can't afford to take things slowly, though she also doesn't rush forward foolhardily. She did that in the second task and look where it got her. All the same, the part veela moves with a fast but patient pace as she makes her way through the Maze.
To her surprise, there isn't really much in the form of difficulty. It leaves her wondering why exactly neither Cho nor Hermione have managed to finish yet, because this… this feels too easy. She can tell she's getting closer to the center. Maybe the other two have ended up with all the challenges, getting lost on the outer edges of the Maze? Perhaps she's just getting extremely lucky.
But no, before she can even come into view of the center and the cup, she hears them. The feminine gagging drifting through the air, accompanied by slurping and slobbering and choking. Fleur stiffens… and then turns the corner to behold a truly terrible (and extremely hot) sight.
She finds herself looking at the Triwizard Cup… and it's final guardians. A few yards in front of it are a pair of truly massive stag-horned satyrs. The goat-men are incredibly handsome and also incredibly well-hung… and are already working their way through Miss Chang and Miss Granger. It shouldn't surprise Fleur that the other two beat her here, but it definitely does, and she finds herself standing stock still for a moment as she watches the two witches get taken to task.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
While Miss Chang chokes on one huge cock, Miss Granger is slurping and sucking and moaning at another. Both of them are seemingly racing to reach the fat root of the satyrs' dicks, though with very different methods of getting there. Fleur is only coming in halfway, but it seems clear to her that Cho made all of her progress early on and is now stagnating at half of the massive cock pushing down the back of her throat, while Hermione might have started out slower, but is swiftly starting to look like she's going to overtake her fellow Hogwarts witch.
It hits Fleur then that this is it… this is the final test, overwhelming the huge-cocked father-son duo and being the best at it. It was a task that Fleur Delacour, the incredibly sexual creature that she was, should have had no difficulty overcoming. There were only two problems with all of that.
One, the Hogwarts girls were clearly already horny little sluts well-versed in the art of sucking big satyr cock, from what she was seeing. And two… veela were genetically dispositioned to be weak to a satyr's musk. Even though she was only part veela, Fleur can already feel her legs quivering and quaking as she whimpers softly. And yet, though the whimper is soft, the father-son satyr duo still somehow hear her over the noises that their current diligent cocksuckers are making.
Gorgeous onyx eyes belonging to the father and equally gorgeous emerald eyes belonging to the son glance up and matching wicked grins spread across their faces.
"There's the third champion, father. Shall we include her… or make her wait her turn?"
"Hm… make her wait her turn. Still, no need for her to not enjoy herself in the meantime."
The older of the two satyr snaps his finger at that and Fleur's eyes widen, her pupils dilating as she drops to her knees on the spot. It's as if the satyr musk has redoubled, the pressure on her senses growing beyond what she could withstand. With a wanton moan, the gorgeous silver-blonde French witch begins to touch herself, pulling her shirt up and yanking down her track pants as she exposes her massive mammaries and her glistening wet pussy.
In moments, she's gushing, and her hands are all over herself, touching herself in anticipation of her own turn with the two satyr men. Meanwhile, Cho and Hermione are far from idle. In the end, while Cho's rough efforts to deep throat the cock in front of her manage to get her three quarters of the way down, Hermione's more practiced and patient planning allows her to reach the root of HER cock first.
With a loud groan, the satyr currently face fucking Miss Granger begins to cum the instant she reaches his fat root, and she gurgles as her eyes roll up in her head from the sudden explosion of seed that she has absolutely no way of swallowing in its entirely.
Seeing this, the father looks down at Cho and grins wickedly as he reaches out and grabs her by her Chinese Hair buns.
"Well, looks like you lost the first test… let's finish up quickly so we can move onto the next, shall we?"
And then he begins properly skull-fucking Cho Chang, with Fleur watching on and easily recognizing that regardless of what Cho was doing to herself beforehand, this is what true oral brutality looks like.
"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"
Spittle and saliva fly everywhere as Miss Chang's throat is used like the onahole it is, fucked properly until finally the older of the two satyr lets out a loud groan and proceeds to cum just like his son. An explosion of seed leaves Cho's nostrils and the sides of her mouth, cascading down her chin and onto her qipao in the same way that Hermione ended up ruining her tight blue crop top.
Both of the Hogwarts witches look absolutely knackered by the time that the two satyr men let them up, swaying drunkenly back and forth as they kneel before the goat-men. It's gotta be one of the most arousing sights Fleur has ever seen, and she licks her lips and moans wantonly, even as her hands play with her body, one grinding against her clit and fingering her cunt while the other pinches and pulls at her nipples, one after the other.
To their credit, both Miss Change and Miss Granger recover admirably, each slowly but shakily getting to their feet as the Cup's final guardians look on in amusement with their arms crossed over their wide chests. No one pays Fleur any mind, even with all of her moaning and mewling. Instead, Cho glares at Hermione before looking back to the father of the two satyr.
"I'm ready for Round Two! I'll win this time, and we'll go into overtime! I'm going to win this whole competition for Ceddie!"
Hermione just straightens up, which of course causes her tits to jump out even more as she makes big doe eyes at the green-eyed satyr son in front of her.
"I'm ready to prove myself some more, if that's what's needed…"
With matching chuckles, the father-son duo step forward, each handling their respective witch in their own way. Fleur, meanwhile, sees right through both of them. Cho Chang might think that she's trying to win this for Cedric, but not anymore. She's a defiant tsundere who's trying to pretend that she's not really a greedy little fuckpig who needs a big man like the older satyr to put her in her place. She's still trying to convince herself that she's happy with a good boi like Cedric, but Fleur knows better, she can see right through her.
She can see right through Hermione Granger too, but to be fair, Miss Granger is much more honest. She doesn't even mention Viktor, and it's clear, at least to Fleur's practiced senses, that the brunette bookworm is a nice, sweet, good girl who's already fallen in love with her satyr and loves having those gorgeous emerald eyes look down upon her while she proves she's the bestest big tittied good girl around.
The two satyr clearly understand these fundamental facts about their respective witches as well, as shown in how they handle them. Miss Chang gets rougher treatment as she's grabbed by the older satyr and her qipao, along with the entire front of her blue unitard, is ripped from her body. The Chinese witch lets out an indignant shriek, but doesn't get the chance to actually say anything as she's subsequently spun around and lifted into the air in a full nelson.
Before Cho can react to what's happening, the older satyr drops her down onto his utterly massive demonic cock, impaling her in the full nelson on the spot. Fleur can't say for sure when it happened, but apparently she's close enough that Cho's resulting squirting orgasm manages to hit her in the face, leaving the French witch to lick herself clean as she watches her Hogwarts counterpart's eyes go crossed and her mouth open in a small o.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the younger satyr also wastes no time… but he's much gentler about it. Taking hold of Hermione, he grabs her top and tears it away as well, but in a way that makes her gasp and mewl in excited anticipation rather than yowling in outrage like with Cho.
Her khaki shorts don't survive contact with the enemy either as he pushes her up against a nearby pillar, lifting one leg into the air and ripping the shorts off of her. The bright red thong she was wearing under said shorts, combined with the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra to contain her big ole titties, definitely reveals a lot about Miss Granger's intentions and expectations for this particular night.
Without even wasting time on the thong, the young satyr just flicks it aside before shoving his own massive demon cock right up into the gorgeous top-heavy Hogwarts witch. Hermione Granger lets out a wanton moan, her face contorting in pleasure as she stares lovingly into the younger satyr's emerald green eyes. As he starts fucking her harder, her entire buxom body begins to bounce and jiggle in all the right places.
It's a juxtaposition between the two to be sure, and Fleur can do nothing but bite her lip and moan harder through her teeth as she fingers herself to orgasm after orgasm at the sight. Cho Chang is being pounded silly by the father of the two satyr, while Hermione is being roughly but lovingly taken by the son. Neither witch seems to be doing very well mentally, and a small part of Fleur takes some measure of solace in that. If they conk out, then she'll have her opportunity to win.
To win… what was she even trying to win anymore? It was hard to remember through the haze of lust and pleasure. Watching the defiant tsundere Miss Chang get broken down and put in her place like this is so fucking hot. Meanwhile, Miss Granger has become the loving submissive fuck slut that she really is deep down inside, being the best good girl she can possibly be for her current satyr master.
The sounds of the father fucking Cho Chang are definitely the loudest, the plowing full nelson as he bounces her up and down on his cock producing a sloppy, wet noise that only grows in volume as Cho cums again and again, unable to help herself, slowly losing any of her defiance, slowly losing that tsundere attitude and becoming nothing more than a piece of fuck meat for her satyr master. The greedy little fuckpig that she truly is deep down inside is laid to bare right in front of them all, in the end.
Hermione, meanwhile, is soon lifted up off of the ground in her entirety as well, pushed up against the pillar still with her arms and legs wrapped securely around the younger satyr's neck and waist. Massive and well-muscled, he seems to have no problem holding her up as his hands grope tightly at her fat buttocks, his own broad, chiseled chest pressing into her fat tits and squishing them flat.
The two of them are making out now, and Hermione's eyes are rolled up in her head, her tongue no doubt flailing wildly around in his mouth, or possibly dominated by his own tongue. Fleur doesn't know, she can't see that part, but everything that she can see… well, needless to say, the part-veela has created quite the puddle of pussy juices beneath herself at this point, kneeling there in the grass, watching the arousing scene play out in front of her.
As she'd hoped, as she'd expected, Miss Chang and Miss Granger don't last the whole way through. They inevitably ragdoll, both of them losing consciousness before either the father or son can cum. When the two satyr do finally cum inside of the gorgeous Hogwarts witches, it's followed up by them dropping them almost contemptuously to the sides. Even the green-eyed one who Hermione had clearly fallen in love with lets her slump down the pillar, turning away from her without a second thought… and turning TOWARDS Fleur.
He and his father both turn their attention onto Fleur Delacour, now that her competitors have proven to not pass muster. Biting her lower lip enticingly, Fleur makes sure to grab at her own substantial breasts and heft them up as she leans back slightly on her knees, displaying her body for the two men, allowing them to see her as she stares needily at their massive, waving cocks.
"Only one left now…"
"Not sure she even cares about the Cup anymore, dad."
"You're right son… there's only one thing that this needy veela whore wants at this point, and it's a good hard satyr dicking."
Fleur doesn't really have anything to say to that. They're right, and so to show her agreement, the part veela French witch tilts her head back and opens her mouth wide, lolling out her tongue in offering. The two satyr men chuckle at the slutty display and saunter over, each of them slapping their cocks down on her tongue and face, rubbing their meaty demonic dicks all over her features as Fleur pants noisily.
Because in the end, she's just like Cho and Hermione. She's a greedy little fuckpig combined with a big tittied good girl. She knows her place with these two, she knows where she belongs, and she wants nothing more than to be what they want.
Reaching up, the part-veela wraps her hands around both of their cocks, taking ahold of them and stroking them up and down. She can't actually close her fingers around either, that's how massive they are, but that doesn't stop her from lavishing praise and attention on them both, worshipping the two demonic dicks with her tongue and mouth quite enthusiastically.
In response, the father-son duo groan and bleat as goat-men are prone to, but most of the time they just stare down at her expectantly, like they're waiting for her to do more, waiting for her to really impress them. Without hesitation, Fleur ramps up her efforts, until she's bobbing her head halfway down the length of one dick before doing the same with the other. Back and forth she goes, swallowing their big fat satyr cocks with her slutty veela throat.
She's definitely more capable than Cho or Hermione were, and she can tell that the hunky satyr men know it. They know she's going to be their biggest challenge; they know they're going to have their work cut out for them with her. Or at least, that's what Fleur tells herself as she begins to choke on satyr dick, gagging herself on their immense cocks in an effort to reach the fat root at the end of both of their shafts.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Back and forth she goes, making more and more of a mess of herself. Her eyeliner runs through as does her makeup, but she doesn't care. She's not here to look pretty, she's here to suck satyr cocks. That was what she was put on this world to do, and fucking Merlin she's going to do it! Swallowing down the massive schlongs of the father-son duo is no easy task, but Fleur does her level best.
In the end, she's rewarded with a huge load of splooge from each of them. Beyond their groans changing in tone, she gets no warning before they're just suddenly cumming all over her in unison. Fleur moans as she takes their loads quite happily, enjoying the way their seed paints and covers her from her hair to her tits.
Even before they're done cumming, she lets go of their fat cocks and begins scooping their jizz into her mouth like the horny eager fuckpig she is, the part-veela unable to help it. Deep down inside, every veela craves satyr cum with all their heart, and Fleur, for all that she's only one quarter veela, is no different in that manner. She swallows down their seed, scooping it up into her mouth and not stopping until she's cleaned every last bit of her front off and has drank down all of their loads in the process.
In the meantime, the father-son duo just watch on with amusement, stroking their still-hard cocks as onyx and emerald eyes alike both stare down at her, waiting patiently. When she's done cleaning herself up, they glance at one another, sharing a look.
"How do you want to do this, dad? One after the other doesn't really seem fair…"
Fair to who? Still, Fleur doesn't really mind it when the father nods to his son and grins wickedly.
"Both at once then?"
With that, she finds herself lifted up into the air by the two satyr and their big, strong, manly arms. Unable to do much more than wiggle and moan wantonly in their grasp, she's quite happy to be sandwiched between them. The father ends up behind her, while the son holds her, staring her down with those intensely hypnotic emerald green eyes of his.
And then they both penetrate her at once and Fleur is throwing her head back and letting out an exultant, jubilant cry up to the sky as her ass and cunt are filled at the same time. The two of them DP her lower holes without hesitation, effectively sharing her as they sandwich her voluptuous body between them. 'Both at once' indeed, and Fleur is definitely getting the best of both worlds.
Still, she's not some weakling witch like Miss Chang or Miss Granger, to fall so easily in the face of some big, manly, meaty cocks. No, Fleur knew what she was getting into, and as weak as veela are to satyr musk, they're still incredibly compatible. She can hold her own; she WILL hold her own! She's going to show this father-son duo what she's really made-ooooh that feels good~
Fleur's eyes are soon rolling back in her head as the two satyr bounce her back and forth between them. The father's hands come around to grope at her tits, gripping and squeezing them until milk squirts out of her nipples into the son's waiting mouth. Meanwhile, the son's hands are holding onto her ass cheeks, spreading them nice and wide to give his father more room to fuck her asshole, plowing up deeply into her bowels and driving her absolutely wild.
She's cumming her brains out on their massive demon dicks soon enough, absolutely losing control of herself as she orgasms for them again and again and again. It was silly to think that just because she was Fleur Delacour, she could handle these two gentlemen. And in the end, what did she need to really handle them for anyways? Why not just give in?
The Triwizard Tournament and the Cup, sitting not but a few yards away, are the furthest things from Fleur's mind at this point. Frankly, she forgot why she was really here and what she was supposed to be doing around the time that the two satyr started fucking Cho and Hermione into an unconscious stupor. Now, all that matters is the pleasure being visited upon her as the two big dicked goat-men pound into her holes, reshaping them to fit their massive schlongs.
Eventually, as they cum inside of her, Fleur's eyes roll back in her head for the first time and her vision goes utterly white as her bowels and womb are pumped to the brim with hot, white seed. At the same time however, her vision also begins to blacken. She wasn't able to keep up, just like Cho and Hermione. In the end, she was overwhelmed by the two satyr and failed to last as long as she needed to…
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Slowly, Fleur begins to wake up… only to realize the whole thing had been a wet dream, a sexual fantasy played out in the confines of her own unconscious mind. She hadn't even meant to fall asleep, but the sun… the sun on her back had felt so amazing.
Laid out there on her front with her bikini top and bottoms both untied and laid out beneath her, Fleur lets out a sigh. She's sunbathing on the lounge chair, and though she dozed off, she doesn't actually need to worry about burning. Not only does her veela physiology make it very difficult for fire and heat to harm her, but she also cast some charms beforehand so she would only tan as much as she wanted to.
"Good, Harry! Very good!"
James Potter's voice suddenly fills the air and Fleur turns her head to watch as he drills his son on combat maneuvers and the like. The two Potter men are hard at work training in a combination of magical and physical combat that required all of the muscles that both James and Harry now had. It was a form of self-defense that James himself had invented, and while it had some people in the British Auror Department intrigued, it hadn't really caught on very much outside of James himself on account of the sheer physical requirements it put on one's body.
Fleur blushes as she realizes from watching James and Harry working on their techniques in nothing but their swim trunks that the two of them GREATLY influenced the father-son satyr duo that had taken up the vast majority of her wet dream. Onyx and green eyes… that was James and Harry. And as for the muscles and likely big fat cocks… yeah, that was them too.
And yet, they still hadn't taken advantage of her. Fleur wasn't pouting about it, certainly she wasn't, but she'd expected something to happen by now. Frankly, she WANTED it to happen. After all, the Triwizard Tournament in the real world hadn't gone at all like it had in her fantasy. Cedric and Viktor had never been disqualified, and Harry had been a quasi-fourth champion, forced to take part after someone fed his name to the goblet of fire.
Luckily for her that they did, because if not for Harry, Fleur would now be dead. And no, it wasn't the Second Task that resulted in her owing him a life debt. That task truly was as safe as it possibly could be, though Dumbledore hadn't been the one to save her sister, Harry had. Still, because Gabrielle was not in any real danger, it didn't cause a life debt to form.
However, when one of the Dark Lord Voldemort's followers had Imperiused Viktor, the Durmstrang boy had gone onto Crucio Fleur, and there was no doubt in her mind that he would have finished her off if he was left alone with her for much longer. Harry had stepped in there, breaking Viktor's jaw with an out of nowhere punch, followed by a point blank stupefy for good measure.
He'd saved Fleur's life, and that was when the life debt had formed. As a result, Fleur couldn't be any further from Harry then this, really. If she went back to France without him, she would likely waste away and die, her veela blood amplifying the life debt to the point that she wouldn't just lose her magic if she failed to live up to it's expectations, but her life as well.
And so, here she was at the Potter's summer home, spending the summer with Harry and his parents. There were lots of apologies all around, with Fleur brushing them off and taking it all with a 'stiff upper lip'. In truth, there were worst wizards to owe one's life to, and Harry… well, there was a reason that he factored into her wet dream so heavily. There was a reason she was left facing the emerald-eyed satyr when he and his big-dicked father had double-teamed her.
And yet, so far neither Potter man had made any advances towards her. Frankly, she would have happily fucked James as well if that were a possibility, but the wizard was annoyingly loyal to his wife. Meanwhile, Harry seemed to be too guilty over saving her life and accidentally binding her to him magically to recognize her own flirtatious demeanor for what it was.
Fleur was tired of not getting any, she was tired of being ignored. With a mighty sigh, the part veela flips over onto her back, not even bothering to cover up her massive, jiggling breasts or her glistening wet nethers. She lays there, letting her front tan just as she had her back. And she waits… waits for Harry or James to notice.
In the end, it's Harry who notices her first, stumbling and letting his guard down as his father slams a fist into his midsection, taking advantage of the moment of distraction. But Harry barely even seems to notice. Through lidded eyes, Fleur watches with the smallest of smiles as those emerald green orbs that so haunt her dreams go wide as Harry stares at her naked chest and indeed all of her naked body.
"What was that Harry? What distracted yo- oh? Hah."
And then James is looking at her too, and Fleur can't help herself. Her smile grows and she shifts ever so slightly, still not looking at them directly, laid back in the lounge chair as she is. But she definitely notices the way THEY notice her tits jiggle from her shift in movement. At least she wasn't the only one watching the Potter men's sweaty muscles glistening in the sun anymore. Now they were staring just as much at her right back.
Maybe… maybe her fantasy wasn't so far away after all.
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