Bab 37: Chapter 37: Ecstasy
A satisfied smirk was adorning Harry's face as he turned his gaze down, watching the trembling beauty sitting on the ceramic floor of the shower, trying to get a handle of her trembling, her eyes firmly shut. Her arms were around her chest and her legs were crossed to hide her body, though the attempt was rather useless considering the unrestricted access he had on her body just moments ago.
"Are you okay, Fleur?" Harry asked in fake-concern, his smirk widening when Fleur opened her eyes to meet his gaze, only to shut it back once more, with a fresh blush invading her face. She said nothing, but he had no problems waiting for her to react.
She peered through her cracked eyelids a couple of times, each resulting in a hesitant gasp. Only after a minute, Fleur gathered enough courage to answer. "I need to go," she murmured, but it was a hesitant statement, trembling as badly as her body right after the explosive orgasm.
"Of course, let me help," Harry said, which earned a surprised gaze from her, who was clearly expecting him to push for more rather than allowing her to retreat. He had no intention of letting her go, of course, but making her wait a bit before his next move was an amusing proposition. Fleur grabbed the arm he presented and slowly stood up, making sure to keep her underwear hidden, which long turned completely transparent in their wet state. He walked next to her as she stepped out of the shower, keeping his arm tight, because Fleur's legs were still trembling terribly. "Stop," he said when she was about to take a step forward.
Fleur turned to him, the question on her lips fading when she saw the towel in his other hand. "Thanks, Harry," she said as she reached for the towel, but just as her fingers about to grab the towel, Harry pulled the towel back, and under Fleur's questioning glance, unfurled it.
"You look tired, let me help," he said.
"Not necessary," she said panickedly, but while speaking, she made the mistake of taking a step back, which pinned her against the wall with no route to escape. When Harry took a step forward to reduce the distance between them to nothing, she lacked the courage to push him back.
"I insist," Harry said as he crouched down and pressed the towel around her ankles before starting to rub upward. His movements were slow and measured, which did little to console Fleur, who was watching his movements with a shocked glare. After all, following the treatment in the shower, there was no doubt about the final destination of his actions. The surprising part was Fleur's lack of reaction despite that knowledge, something Harry was more than willing to take it as a green light.
The first whimper escaped Fleur's mouth when he arrived at the lower parts of her thighs, his caresses hungry despite the soft towel between them. When he climbed without any sign of stopping, she held her breath, only to release, relaxed, when the towel bypassed the area under her panties and reached to her belly. Though, Harry was amused when she missed the wandless spell that subtly cut one of the strings that kept her panties in place. His fingers danced over her stomach even as he repeated the feat on the other string, curious how long it would take her to realize the absence of her panties.
The answer, it turned out to be quite a bit of time. She was too distracted by his slow but inevitable climb toward her chest, and her line of sight was blocked by the bulk of the towel. Her hands arrived at his wrists, trying to keep his hands away from her chest, but her weak pressure failed, and his fingers dug on her breasts, barely restricted by the towel. "By the way, I forgot to ask, but how was my performance," he asked.
"Your performance?" Fleur asked, shocked by his forwardness.
"Yes, my performance on the kissing lesson," Harry clarified, watching as her expression cycling between shame and annoyance.
"I don't know," she murmured, sounding a bit annoyed at the presumption, though it was immediately followed by a moan as his fingers clasped around her nipple, giving a small twist.
"Unacceptable," Harry said in amusement. "As a teacher, it's your responsibility to give your best assessing your student's oral presentations. Luckily for you, I have no problems giving another display," he said, and before she could answer, they were already locked in another lingering kiss, which Fleur joined rather heatedly after a small delay, her eyes firmly shut to enjoy the sensation, enough not to react when Harry dropped the towel and her bra in quick succession, and started massaging her beautiful breasts directly.
She only reacted when she felt his shaft pressing against her entrance. She pushed him back enough to break the kiss, and whispered panickedly with a blush invading her face. "I'm a virgin!"
That wasn't surprising for Harry, who had long realized thanks to her obvious lack of experience. "Do you want to stay that way?" he whispered heatedly instead.
"Yes," Fleur murmured, but Harry was happy to see that it took several seconds for her to answer, not to mention the lack of conviction behind the answer. He had no doubt that he could have pushed forward nonetheless, but the idea of the haughty ex-champion of France begging for him to take her virginity was too tempting to miss. Instead, he adjusted his stance a bit so when he pushed, his shaft slid between her thighs rather than entering her core, though the topside caressed it softly. "This is okay, right?" he asked, and resumed the kiss once she nodded shyly.
This time, Harry wasn't the only source of unlimited heat in their kiss. It seemed that his presence between her legs broke some of the sources that were keeping her back, because she held nothing back as her tongue invaded his mouth, her surprise assault actually succeeding by catching him completely in surprise, assisted rather heavily by her out-of-control allure, slamming him with the strength of a hurricane. It was probably her trust in his word not to take her virginity that allowed her to cut loose completely. Harry had no moral quandaries about breaking his word, but wouldn't do so when it resulted in a sexy veela fulfilling her passion without a concern.
But after five minutes, Harry decided it was time for a change. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She followed his wordless direction instantly, and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing Harry to walk away easily. He waved his fingers while he walked, not wanting to leave Fleur's clothes or wand in the bathroom in case one of the Dursleys decided to return early. Fleur just moaned while she continued her attempts to devour his lips, uncaring of her nakedness, not even when Harry lay her on his bed with his body on top of hers, his shaft poised to enter her in a missionary position. Despite that, Fleur didn't show the slightest alarm, continuing to kiss.
Harry had a feeling that if he repeated his earlier question, he would receive a different answer. Despite that, he chose to stay put, avoiding penetration as he continued his kiss. He was curious just how long Fleur would be able to resist the temptation…
Fleur was ready to admit that things might have gone just a tiny little bit of control, though she struggled to understand how she could end up there…
Her plan had been simple. She took a shift guarding Harry simply because it allowed her to be near him while avoiding his notice. She wanted that, because their earlier encounter back in Hogwarts had taken an unexpected turn after she visited Umbridge, trying to use her role as a Gringotts employee to put a pressure - which had turned out to be terrible because that horrible woman turned out to be a racist that could rival even the worst Death Eater. A Veela representing the goblins was simply a disaster, making her suffer under a deluge of insults she had never experienced before.
So, when she left the meeting, she wasn't exactly in the best state of mind, meaning when Harry came and flirted with her a bit, she found herself playing along. It wasn't fair to him, Fleur admitted, but it was nice to be complimented by a boy that didn't act totally drunk next to her but actually maintain a flirting yet playful approach. Also, if she was forced to admit, she had a small shameful crush on him from the time he courageously flew against the dragon, and him selflessly saving Gabrielle under the sea added a small dash of hero worship to their small game. In the end, despite a few friendly dates she had shared with Bill Weasley, Fleur found herself unable to reject Harry's offer for drinks. Still, she convinced herself that a couple of drinks with a friend was nothing to take note of.
It wasn't, but going back to the school for a midnight swim was a completely different issue.
Maybe it was the drinks, or his playful yet hungry tone when he talked about the one-piece she had been wearing for the second task, but Fleur had found herself following him back to the school through a secret passage under his invisibility cloak. But regardless of the reason, she found herself flirting with him rather outrageously, even going as far as using her allure intentionally when he managed to maintain his composure.
His resistance against the allure made him even more attractive, though if she had to admit, she resented his composed demeanor a bit. Yes, she had done her best to define herself above and beyond the reputation of her race, doing her best to excel and hoping for people to notice her for something other than her beauty, but she still miffed when he easily resisted her flirting, which might have affected her swimsuit choice once they arrived at the pool, or making her agree the ridiculous bet he had proposed, which ended up in her making out with him half-naked…
It went without a doubt that it ruined any chance of having a relationship with William. After the passionate embrace she shared with Harry, William's bad boy antics just seemed boring. She could have easily visited Harry in Hogwarts, but in the end, she stayed put, afraid of what she would do once he put his hands on her body once more.
Seeing him once more under the guise of guarding him seemed like the perfect choice, where she could watch from afar while trying to sort her feelings. But when he chose to go to the garden for chores instead of sitting inside and studying like reported, things had gone a bit different, especially once he removed his shirt, his wiry muscles glistening under the sun as he mowed the garden, sexy enough to make her lose control of her allure. Still, things had been manageable…
Until she decided to follow him to the shower but got caught, and somehow ended up in the shower with him, her transfigured swimsuit turned back to their fragile state while she got mercilessly fingerbanged under the continuous caress of the hot water, all the while she gave him another 'lesson' on French-kiss.
After everything, she wasn't surprised when she ended up in his bed, their naked bodies rubbing against each other while their tongues battled with his shaft dangerously close to her entrance, poised to take her virginity. Luckily, despite all, Harry was a true gentleman and respected her decision to stay a virgin. If only she could silence the small voice on the back of her mind begging for him to disregard her wishes and plunge himself deep into her core, taking complete possession of her.
Then, she felt a sharp sting on her hips as a result of a spank, pulling her out of her thoughts and into the present, where she was dealing with his domineering tongue and his rock-hard shaft rubbing against her entrance. When his determined physical treatment met with her wild fantasies, it wasn't surprising for her to end up shuddering under the effects of another orgasm, making it the third one she had earned for the day, each one of them stronger than anything else she had experienced in her life.
She lay listlessly under him while he finally pulled away from her lips, but Fleur didn't complain, especially when they ended up on her neck, slowly traveling down even as his tongue triggered every sensitive spot on the way before clamping around her nipples, laying the foundations of yet another climax, loosening Fleur's control over her allure even further. It was a dangerous thing, because, under the circumstances, Harry wasn't the only one that was affected by it. The instincts that made Veela famous for their sexual prowess awakened along as well, only her iron will prevent her from pushing forward whenever his shaft was completely aligned with her entrance.
Under the circumstances, she failed to process the implications when Harry moved up a bit and whispered. "Do you mind if I put just the tip in?" he asked, and Fleur found herself giving her approval by immediately pushing forward until his shaft pressed dangerously against her barrier. Only then Fleur realized the implications of her actions, but Harry once again proved his trustworthiness when he pulled enough to remove the danger rather than pushing forward like anyone else would have done…
"That's amazing," Fleur found herself murmuring as he danced back and forth at her entrance but never pushing enough to make it dangerous. Even then, his hot, throbbing presence inside her completely overwhelmed anything she had managed to do with her own fingers, once again building for pleasure.
"Is it? How do you think this little appetizer compares to the complete course?" he whispered into her ear before starting to nibble her earlobes, making another shiver to invade her body as he discovered yet another sensitive spot. Fleur didn't answer, not because she had a problem with the question, but because she was afraid of her own answer. So, she chose to stay silent and let Harry continue his suggestive dance on top of him, his hands, his lips, and his shaft maintaining a concentrated assault, driving her toward a new climax.
Fleur's hands started to dance over his back, tracing his muscles hungrily while occasionally sinking deeper to give a jolt of pain, hoping to make Harry quicken, but despite that, Harry maintained his initial torturous pace. At first, it was okay, but as the pleasure built up, Fleur found it harder and harder to accept. "Faster," she murmured as she dug her fingers into his shoulders, which made him hiss in pain.
"Are you sure?" he asked, once again in a throaty whisper that triggered a unique place in Fleur's heart. "Because I can't guarantee what might happen if I started to move faster."
It was an unacceptable risk, Fleur decided, which made it especially mysterious when she opened her mouth. "I don't care," she found herself saying despite her intention. She lacked the time to fix it when Harry suddenly quickened, his lips busy releasing her moans and cries, the pleasure getting higher and higher. Pleasure reached higher and higher, until she found herself on the edge, just a dash away from the climax, the pleasure fraying her nerves. She needed to stop, as she started to lose the last semblance of control over her allure, affecting both herself and Harry.
As the allure invaded his body, Harry's expression shifted from playful sexiness to dangerous arousal, his eyes shining with a desire barely held back. Fleur suddenly found herself unable to say anything, afraid to trigger the dark and mysterious beast above her, ready to pounce completely. However, that decision came with its own flaws, leaving her to deal with the slow progress toward her own climax, made even dangerous with her allure getting wilder and wilder… It was a disaster waiting to happen, one Fleur needed to put a stop before it was too late, but the lips that performed perfectly while letting out cries of pleasure failed to move when she tried to ask him to stop…
Then, just as she was about to reach to her climax, she lost the last semblance of control over her own aura, and allure filled the room like a storm… Fleur met Harry's eyes, their emerald depths burning with a desire impossible to quench now that they were fueled with her own supernatural power. It was inevitable, Fleur decided as she prepared herself to be impaled. However, despite all, she couldn't find it in herself to be sad about it…
For Harry, the challenge was not to laugh darkly as he plunged forward, finally stealing Fleur's precious treasure. The last several minutes had been hard on him, where he had been forcing myself to stay back while he played in her entrance, just because he wanted Fleur to break down first. Losing control over her allure, turning it into a true fuck-me-down field counted as one. He doubted even with his occlumency he would be able to resist the temptation, at least, not in point-blank range. Passion filled his veins while the release he failed to attain hit him completely.
With his excuse to cut loose, he was looking forward to using Fleur's amazing body in every position imaginable…
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