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73.22% Cambrian's Omniverse (A collection of short stories) / Chapter 361: Like a Moth to a Flame (Harry Potter)

章節 361: Like a Moth to a Flame (Harry Potter)

A/N: Like a Moth to a Flame was a P atreon Poll Winner originally written back in 2018 and posted to HF in 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Fucked Silly, Dom/Sub, NTR

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"Oooh, 'Arry…"

Fleur bites down hard on her lip as her slim fingers explore her folds, her hand buried between her legs, which are in turn spread far enough apart to give her access to her moist, wet core. Part of her feels nothing but shame and self-loathing at the name that just passed through her lips… but it's not the first time that she's fantasized about the green-eyed young man in recent weeks, and it certainly won't be the last.

Ever since Harry had arrived at Shell Cottage seeking shelter, Fleur had found herself almost unable to take her eyes off of him. There was something about the young man that just drew her gaze. He'd grown up, for one, but more than that… there was a presence to him that no other wizard she'd ever met could possibly contend with. That included her husband, the reason she was so ashamed of her lurid fantasies.

Bill Weasley was a good man in every sense of the word. He was kind, he was gentle, and he was caring. He was the best husband a woman could ask for. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, no excuse for Fleur's treacherous thoughts. She should have been happy with Bill. Any normal witch would be. But then, Fleur wasn't a normal witch, was she?

As the platinum blonde finally stops teasing herself and sinks her fingers into her depths, her other hand has to come up to clap over her mouth in order to stifle her resulting cries. With her eyes closed, she can almost imagine that its Harry holding a hand over her mouth, that its Harry fingering her cunt as he leans over her.

And she imagines that, because he's just so… so HIM. There's no real way to describe it. Fleur had an explanation for what was happening to her thanks to her mother and her grandmother, but she'd never encountered it before, nor had she expected to encounter it. They certainly hadn't. The way the explanation went, when it came to being a veela, even only part veela, magical power could draw one in against all odds.

Of course, this was why no veela ever married a muggle. It was discrimination by necessity, as even a witch with only quarter veela blood like her needed a constant infusion from a secondary source of magic to keep her hale and healthy. This was usually harvested in the form of emotions. Not that most of the common wizards and witches were aware of this, but their emotions gave off a magical energy that fed into the world around them and in turned made the places they congregated in more magical as well.

When she was younger, all Fleur had had to do was walk into Beauxbatons' Great Hall each morning and she would be well fed for the rest of the day from that alone. The hormonal teenagers and their desires, their jealousy, their envy, their lust… it had sated her.

But then she's grown up, and she'd graduated. While Fleur still drew eyes where ever she went, all of the sudden, she was not getting the infusion of hundreds of emotional wizards and witches she'd grown used to every day anymore. Which was why she'd needed to find a husband, as her mother and grandmother told her she would.

Bill Weasley was a superb choice, for more than just his own raw talent and sharp mind. He was exactly what she needed, and he'd given her everything she could have asked for… at least, until Harry came along. Until that young man several years her junior arrived seeking safe haven and her unknowing husband gave it to him, unaware of just what sort of effect Harry had on her.

It was his power. Or at least, that's what Fleur believed to be the main reason. Harry was magically gifted beyond any wizard she'd ever met in person, save perhaps Dumbledore. And Dumbledore was… well, he was old. He was old and past his prime and her veela instincts, to seduce and be bred by a powerful source of magical energy did not activate in the presence of the Hogwarts Headmaster.

They did in Harry's presence though. Oh fuck how they activated.

"'Arry…"

Another breathless moan leaves Fleur's throat as she continues to piston her slick digits in and out of her cunt. She's getting closer now. So close… so damn close. Her hips are rising off the bed, thrusting upwards to meet her thrusting fingers. Panting, Fleur has to clap her hand back over her mouth again, feeling a moan coming up from her throat.

However, right as she's muffling that moan and peaking, Fleur hears an amused masculine voice speak her name.

"Fleur."

The part veela's eyes snap open and she looks down her body just as it arches, her gaze locking with Harry's in the exact moment that she cums explosively right in front of him, all while fantasizing about him teasing and fucking her. There's no taking it back now that it's left her. Harry has timed his 'entrance' or more accurately, his reveal, perfectly.

Grinning slightly, those gorgeous emerald green eyes of his flash as Harry steps up to the bed. Fleur's hands go down to cover herself, her sweat-coated body completely nude, humiliatingly enough. But then… this was hers and Bill's bedroom. If she couldn't expect privacy here, where could she?

"'A-Arry! What… what are you doing here?!"

His arm shifts and Fleur's eyes finally move down his body, even as Harry steps even closer to the bed. He… he has his cock out, and once her gaze locks on it, she finds she can't bring herself to look away, even as the powerful young wizard gets closer and closer to her. Her mouth immediately goes dry… but she's also salivating, barely able to keep herself from drooling as Harry answers her.

"You called for me, Fleur. Just as you've been calling for me for the last several nights straight."

N-No… she'd been quiet. She'd tried to be quiet. R-Right?

"I… I don't know what you-!"

Fleur cuts herself off when Harry steps up to the side of the bed and drops his thick, meaty shaft right down atop her face. Her eyes go crossed as they try to take it in, and her traitorous tongue slips out and slurps along his length in a truly embarrassing manner before she can even try to stop it.

"Don't lie to me Fleur. I've felt it… and I know you've felt it too. Ever since I came here… there's something unspoken between us. I can't… I NEED you Fleur. And I think you need me."

Whimpering, the veela tries to deny it, but with his length in her face, its so damn hard.

"N-No, 'Arry, I…"

But before she can say anything else, her nostrils flare, she breathes in Harry's musk in a nice, big lungful, and she finds herself trailing off. Fleur wants to explain what's happening to the young man, she wants to explain exactly why she's reacting this way to him… but she can't. She can't find the words to tell him that he's drawing her in like a moth to the flame.

If only Bill were here. If only her husband was with her, to curb her desires, her raw need. But he wasn't. That was the thing, wasn't it? Harry had come weeks ago, but Bill… Bill had left days ago. He'd had to, Gringotts had called and to keep up appearances, Bill had had to go and do the work of a cursebreaker, as his contract stipulated.

That left just Harry and her in Shell Cottage. Just the veela and the boy with more magical power than half the planet.

"If you don't want it Fleur… just say so and I'll go. But I think we both know you do want it. And if you DO want it… you should show me how much."

There's an ever so slight undercurrent of nervousness to Harry's confident façade. It's not that he doesn't want to be doing this, but Fleur can tell, through the haze of her desire, that he's almost desperate at this point. How had he coped these last few days with her inadvertently teasing him? She should have… she should have put up privacy charms and the like so that he didn't hear her, but she hadn't bothered, now had she?

In a way, this was all Fleur's fault. This big, fat cock, Harry confronting her in her bedroom as she fingered herself and moaned his name… she'd brought this on herself. So… so it was only right that she take responsibility for her actions, right? Opening wide, the absolutely stunning French witch and part veela turns her head and swallows the first few inches of Harry's cock hole, sucking his bell end in between her lips and then a bit more of his meaty girth besides.

Harry inhales sharply, and his hands come down to lace into her hair, which rather than up as she usually has it around the cottage, is down right now, her long tresses splayed out around her head as he grips her lush locks tightly and groans under her enthusiastic ministrations.

"H-Holy shit, Fleur… fuuuuck…"

A fresh blaze ignites in Fleur's core at hearing the satisfaction in Harry's voice. There's nothing the part veela wants more than to make the wizard happy, nothing she wants more than to please him so that he in turn will… Fleur cuts that train of thought off, even as she begins to bob her head up and down Harry's cock, trying to bring the boy off right then and there.

Because she could do this much without fully giving in. She could give Harry relief and make up for her failure as a hostess without completely breaking her vows to Bill, without begging Harry to breed her right here an-

"F-Fuck Fleur, here it comes!"

Fleur's eyes widen as Harry holds her head steady and abruptly starts to unload in her mouth. She quickly finds herself having to rapidly swallow down his load as more and more of the sticky, viscous substance pours out of his cock. And as she drinks his cum, the heat in her lower abdomen just grows all the more ferocious. Its not… its not fair. She's done this for Bill before. Fellatio isn't something Fleur hates or despises or anything like that.

But never has Bill cum this much. Never has his seed been this TASTY. Fleur's eyes are in danger of rolling back in her head by the time Harry is finished and pulling out of her mouth. The gorgeous French witch is left panting for breath, the last of his cum sliding down her throat in one final swallow before she finds herself just staring at Harry with hooded eyes.

He's looking back at her, and after a moment, Fleur realizes he's holding his cock as well. Looking down, the platinum blonde stares with wide eyes at his massive, fully erect member.

"… You… 'Arry, y-you're still 'ard…"

"Yeah… yeah, I am."

He doesn't say or do anything else. Almost as if he's waiting to see what she'll do instead. Or more poignantly, what she'll offer. As Fleur stares at Harry's cock, she can't deny what she wants anymore. And it's really not just her veela heritage reacting to Harry's massive magical presence. No… no, she wants him inside of her because she's a shameful woman in love with a boy years younger than her.

Slowly, Fleur turns over, presenting her back and her backside to Harry. Her veela heritage gives her the definition of an hourglass figure, leaving her with a big, bountiful bubble butt that she slowly raises up into the air as she arches her back and stretches her arms out in front of her. At the same time, her legs part, and Fleur knows that Harry's eyes are on her cunt. Her dripping, wet, drooling quim… she can feel him burning a hole into it with his gaze.

"Go ahead, 'Arry… do it. Do ME."

He doesn't need anything more than that from her. His hands are on her wide hips a moment later, and his cockhead is teasing her entrance the second after that. Fleur bites her lower lip in anticipation, only for her mouth to open wide a moment later as a truly wanton moan follows Harry's first penetrating thrust into her cunt. The part veela shudders in sheer bliss as he sinks into her depths, and her eyelids flutter from the sensation.

Harry's cockhead goes deep, but then its pulling back out of her and an instinctive whine of loss is leaving Fleur's throat in response. She has nothing to worry about that, because Harry has absolutely no intention of stopping here. His cock slams back home into her tight pussy and her inner walls clench down HARD in response as a tense, sensitive, and most importantly, needy Fleur cums on the spot.

She does so with a squeal, which Harry responds to by spanking her ass as he begins to settle into a rhythmic sort of thrusting, his cock pumping into her again and again and again.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Knew you wanted it… knew you needed it…"

He sounds so little like the Harry she knows… and yet, the confidence in his voice is something Fleur is happy to have put there. The boy she met in fourth year was a timid young man who didn't want to cause trouble for anyone, but constantly found himself dragged into things anyways. And yet, when in the thick of it, his timidness went away and the brave, courageous heart of a hero shone through.

The hero, the conqueror, the VICTOR… that was what Fleur was being fucked by now, that was the wizard taking her ass to pound town as he plowed her from behind, fucking her through orgasm after orgasm and leaving her with her eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Harry fucked her, Fleur came around his cock, and in the end, they both got what they wanted as her inner walls finally milked his next release from him.

The sensation of Harry's sticky, hot seed splattering along the insides of her womb was far more pleasurable than it had ever been with Bill, as shameful as that was for Fleur to admit. She still hated herself for betraying her husband, but there was no denying that she absolutely loved Harry's cock. She loved… Harry.

His seed fills her womb, and though Fleur knows logically that she's not actually sensing it, it's almost as if she can feel his fertile gift penetrating her eggs and beginning the process. Something deep in her soul tells the part veela that she's pregnant now, knocked up in that moment with Harry's child and there's nothing to be done about it.

But then, as Harry pulls out of her and Fleur turns over to pull him down into a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss, there's nothing the French witch truly WANTS to do about it. She's right where she needs to be… in the arms of the man she's meant to be with, meant to submit to and bear children for. She's finally where she belongs.

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