As the evening classes came to a close, the Gryffindors finished their potion lessons with the Slytherins.
Professor Black sat on the edge of her desk, drawing Harry's eye with her tight, snug skirt wrapped around her large womanly hips and soft thighs. Particularly, his eyes were driven at her tight, taut belly in her figure-hugging corset... trying to peer through the illusion of her slender, perfect stomach to see the growing bump of pregnancy she concealed from the class of students.
Harry smiled with satisfaction. His plans for tonight had been annoyingly delayed by the Goblet of Fire. Not just in the arrival of the other schools, but with quite the unfortunate mishap involving the DADA Professor.
Since the term began, Harry had slowly told Narcissa all the crazy nonsense that had happened over his three years at Hogwarts. Partially to tell his new love about his life and partially hoping that he'd actually have a Professor taking his side when things went wrong next time.
That was all he expected. But when Narcissa heard his stories, she placed a sweet kiss on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "I won't let it happen again." He took those words as a small comfort...
...until the Goblet of Fire arrived. The evening after the Champions were chosen and the hubbub of the castle began to die down... Narcissa pulled Harry aside and escorted him to Dumbledore's office.
Inside, Harry found a whole mess of people. Aurors in red robes, led by an intimidating, dark-skinned man. On the floor, there was a grimy, dirty man who looked to be suffering from a horrible burn. His name was Barty Crouch Junior, or so Harry learned.
He was apparently masquerading as Professor Moody the entire beginning month at Hogwarts... and had taken a slip of Harry's homework containing Harry's name, written in his own handwriting, to the Goblet of Fire.
He was a marked Death Eater, trying to get Harry killed in this tournament.
But he failed...
Realizing that this tournament was the easiest thing to make an attempt on Harry's life this year at the castle, Narcissa was suspicious of Dumbledore's protections. She placed her own little trap on the Goblet, one that would only spring if 'someone approached with malicious intent'.
(That was a lie she told to Dumbledore and the Aurors. Later she would reveal to Harry that the trap was for ANYONE holding paper with Harry's name written. Knowing that he had no plans to enter himself)
Harry fell in love with his new wife all over again.
He was furious there was a Death Eater so close without him aware. He realized something terrible could have easily happened to his women. Especially the day they practiced Unforgivables. It was only because 'Moody' had taunted Nevile's fear of the curses, offering any student who was 'too scared' a chance to leave. Harry seized that chance to ditch class for sex with his girlfriends, inadvertently sparing them from the Imperious Curse.
All that mess brought Harry back to earth for a while. He'd been so IMMERSED in wanton sex with his growing harem that even he had momentarily forgotten how dangerous this castle could be.
So, he began a few plans with Narcissa. Some of them were for the girls' protection...
...and some of them...
Narcissa called them out, "Ah, yes, and Miss Granger, please stay behind with Mr. Potter if you will. I'd like to work out the details of this little 'Potions Study' group you are creating..."
The Professor said this so convincingly that she had the whole class fooled. In the short two months at Hogwarts, Narcissa had won the hearts of the whole castle with her competence, beauty, and noble demeanor. Her sharp features demanded obedience from the men, while her incredible beauty and charm won the women.
So, as she used this pretense of a 'study group' as an excuse to spend many hours after class with Harry and Hermione in private... the class didn't even bat an eye.
Only Draco gave him a sneer as he left.
Once they were alone, Harry was on top of her. Narcissa softly gasped as he jerked her shapely legs open, drawing in close to hold her waist and steal her lips in a passionate kiss.
Hermione watched from the side, a little excited grin on her face as she started feeling amorous watching them. She softly squeezed in beside them, resting her soft bum on Narcissa's desk and jerking up her skirt to slip her fingers down into her knickers. She wondered if Harry would just take her right there on the desk... or drag the two of them back to her private chambers for the night 💓.
While Hermione sank into her lustful, horny fantasies, Harry broke off their wet kiss, cupping Narcissa's cheeks as he looked into her brilliant eyes.
A soft smirk grew on his lips, "Are you ready, my dear..?"
It was Friday evening, and conveniently, Potions was their last class of the day. Rather than go up to their dorms to rest, then make their way to the Great Hall for dinner, Harry had different plans.
"Yes, sir~💓" Narcissa said with a light gasp, "...I've made all the preparations for night... I promise, it'll be to your expectations..." She softly moaned, dragging her tongue across seductive red lips.
"P-preparations..?" Hermione softly panted, "D-do we have plans tonight, Harry?"
"Oh yes..." He grinned at her with a sideways glance, "And believe me... you'll enjoy it. Let's go grab a few more girls... It'll be more fun to surprise you all together..."
With the promise of a surprise, Hermione softly hummed with excitement. Knowing well how Harry's 'surprises' usually left her spread-eagle and drooling with a well-fucked pussy.
Harry sent Hermione off with a spank to her round bubbly arse to go fetch Ginny and a few other busty girls from the Gryffindor dorms. She came back with Lavender and Parvati, and together, they went to hunt down Susan as well.
"H-hi, Harry 💓" The girls all looked so cute, greeting him with shy but eager smiles on their faces, and one hand cradling their bellies.
With the six of them gathered in the corridor, Harry led them up to the third floor.
"I've got something special planned for you girls..." Harry said quietly, looking around to make sure there weren't any male students in the area. He saw a few gossiping older girls but didn't mind them much.
Once he was in the clear, he pulled in Lavender and Parvati, stealing each of their lips in a hot kiss and squeezing their soft rumps.
Susan softly whimpered as she was softly pressed back against the stone castle wall, and Harry brought his hands to her swelling belly. She, Lavender, Fay, and so many other girls looked so hot and fuckable to him, sharing matching sets of growing pregnant bellies. Pregnant with HIS child. He had to stop himself from just jerking up their skirts right here and now to fuck them.
As he gently rubbed their slightly round stomachs, he looked around at each of them. He grinned, "Well, me AND Narcissa... My hot new trophy wife has been doing a little work behind the scenes... preparing a place for you girls, my horny pregnant girlfriends, to unwind a bit."
Susan softly panted, cheeks red as Harry slipped his hands up to grope her heaving breasts. She latched onto him, lifting one thick thigh to his waist as she leaned into his embrace.
Lavender and Parvati cuddled into his sides, while Ginny and Hermione pulled in close too, shielding Harry's actions from any onlookers. It was a position they took automatically, practiced well from how many times Harry had suddenly grabbed one of them in the corridors and jerked down their knickers.
"W-what do you mean Harry..?" Parvati asked excitedly, pressing her firm, round boobs into his muscular arm.
"You'll see in just a minute... We're heading out of the castle tonight. I sent Narcissa ahead to get some things prepared. She should be ready by now."
The girls all shared curious, excited glances, wondering what that could mean.
Lavender chewed her lip, pressing her voluptuous breasts into his other side, "God... I still can't believe you even knocked up Professor Black... I-I mean... She's Malfoy's Mum..!" She softly moaned and started grinding her soft warmth against him, feeling randy, "She's so sexy..! Just imagining you fucking that MILF senseless makes me... Mmgh💕~!"
Harry reached an arm around her waist, grabbing a thick handful of her bouncy booty as he gave her a hot tongue kiss. She started moaning lewdly into his lips, hugging his neck and grinding her bodacious body against him.
Then he gave her thick bum a little swat and broke off their wet kiss, "Easy there Lav... As much as I want to pound your tight little cunt raw... if we all start fucking right here in the corridor, we'll never make it to Hogsmeade..."
"Hogsmeade..?" Lavender licked her wet lips, a little spark of intrigue and excitement in her eye.
Susan's brow furrowed, "W-what's in Hogsmeade..?" She wondered, "As much as I'd like to go on a date to the Three Broomsticks... I'd much rather..." She gave him a subdued glance, silently begging for him to just whisk her off to his bedchambers for the night.
"You'll see..." Harry promised with a teasing chuckle as he held the girls close, "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if you were expecting it."
The girls could tell even Hermione and Ginny, who were always clinging to Harry's arms, were in the dark about Harry's surprise.
"Let's head to Hogsmeade then..." Harry grinned at them.
But they were immediately interrupted. While Hermione and Ginny had their attention taken by Harry... someone crept up on them unexpectedly.
"...'ogsmeade?"
A silky smooth voice, laced with a sensual French accent, called out to them. Harry looked up over Hermione's shoulder to see an unexpected face. The beautiful features and silky blonde hair of the Beauxbatons Champion. Fleur Delacour.
The girls scrambled to quickly straighten their clothes, tug down the edge of their skirts, and separate themselves slightly from Harry.
But it didn't seem like she noticed anything. Her crystal blue eyes were drawn to Harry's... but slowly glanced at each one of the girls, flicking to their ruffled clothes and close proximity to the man himself. Slowly, a small, eager smile grew on her lips.
She offered him a beautiful, irresistible smile, innocently tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, "I've 'eard of zis little village. It iz a popular spot for ze students of 'ogwarts, no?"
"Yes." Hermione met her with a welcoming smile, "It's a little small, but quite lovely. It has everything we students could need. Drinks, shops, and a bit of entertainment."
"I would very much like to see it..." Fleur Delacour smiled radiantly, offering her big blue eyes and full lips to Harry Potter, "Would you mind if I accompanied you, monsieur?"
Harry went quiet for a few moments. He was genuinely taken by surprise. Admittedly, he was eager to get his hands on some sexy French dames... ESPECIALLY the bodacious, matching set of French Veela that just appeared in the castle... but his plans for tonight had been in the works practically since the night they arrived at Hogwarts. It was a little project he had Narcissa put together.
That was why he hadn't planned to chase after Fleur or her family... just yet.
But now the Veela approached him, with enchanting eyes and a smile that begged him to let her join.
If she wanted to come that badly... Harry grinned, what kind of man would he be to deny her?
"Sure." Harry matched her smile with one of his own. He watched carefully the way her eyes lit up and her cheeks turned red, "I had a special little surprise planned for tonight for these girls but... sure. Come along, Miss Delacour. I think YOU might find yourself surprised most of all."
She wore an expression of excitement and intrigue, seemingly completely swept up by Harry's words, "Oh, I am excited to see it... But please, call me Fleur... I am not ze only Delacour in ze castle, you know..."
Fleur Delacour held a gentle hand to her breast.
"W-what is going on with me..?" She thought to herself, feeling a gentle haze in her head as her thoughts swirled with emotions. Her heart pounded with excitement, far more than she'd ever experienced in her life. Her body felt hot just standing beside him. She yearned to get closer, to breathe in his scent, to hang off his arm... to jerk down his pants and choke herself on his cock💞!
She followed close to Harry, stealing the spot on his right as she saddled up close to him. She ignored the jealous looks of the other girls, determined to keep his focus on her.
As she chatted amicably with him, asking him all sorts of questions about the castle, Fleur wondered to herself. She remembered the slutty, horny look on the redhead's, Ginny's, face buried on Harry's cock in the Great Hall when Fleur first met him.
She'd been so overwhelmed by the size and virility of his cock at the time she didn't think about it much... but looking back now, she realized that ALL of these girls that were around Harry at the time... must have known. They were all there beside him, watching the little slut choke on his cock... and were just going along with it!
She wondered... were all these girls just like Ginny? Harry's group of cocksucking witches? Sluts who didn't care even if they were in the middle of the Great Hall, and would kneel between his legs at his command?
Fleur's eyes fluttered at the thought, legs rubbing together in excitement, "Amazing💞! He truly has an incredible libido~! With a wizard like Harry, I should expect at least a few sluts to be broken in by his magnificent cock~! With how virile he is, he must have certainly needed a witch or three to relieve himself..!"
She didn't concern herself with the fact that Harry may have relationships already. After all, she was a Veela. One of the only creatures in the world that could rouse a Wizard's sex drive. Once Harry got a taste of her, he would surely be addicted.
She smiled to herself at the thought, glancing at the girls, "But they are beautiful... quite suitable to my tastes💗 If he has some attachment to the girls, then maybe we can keep a few around... I wouldn't mind sitting on the redhead's face while Harry fucks my throat 💕"
Fleur leaned in close to one of the girls, closing her eyes as she breathed in their scent. They smelled heavenly. So strongly of Harry, her future mate. Fleur found herself quickly taken with these girls too.
Ordinarily, she would have pushed these dumb sluts away, smothered Harry with her Allure until he was ravishing her in the nearest broom closet... but now she was not only letting the other girls break into the conversation, but Fleur was listening to them, just as much as she hung off the words of Harry himself.
"It's just up ahead," Harry explained to them as they approached a mirror on the fourth floor. Harry showed the points on the mirror frame to tap with his wand, and the mirror swung open on a hinge, revealing a secret passageway.
The girls all gasped with amazement. Some of them were excited to get a taste of Harry's notorious adventures in the castle.
Parvati's eyes were wide, "A secret passage?"
"Amazing. When did you find this, Harry?" Hermione was quick to ask.
Fleur eagerly leaned in, making sure to squeeze her soft curves in close, pressing her breasts against his arm as she 'peered' over his shoulder into the passage, "Yes, please tell me~! It iz very surprising zat 'ogwarts truly has secret passages..! What purpose would zis serve in a school?" She asked, sounding so very interested as she placed her hand 'innocently' on his chest.
Her fingers felt the stiff lines of firm muscle. It made her face turn slightly red, as she softly chewed on her plush, light red lips.
Harry grinned and let Fleur do as she pleased, enjoying the warm softness of her body pressed against his, "It was in Sirius' notes. Apparently, he'd smuggle potion ingredients for pranks from Hogsmeade through this. It's surprisingly big inside, c'mon." He said, ducking into the passage.
The girls seemed off-put for a moment until the light came shining from his wand, lighting up the interior.
"Incredible..." Fleur gasped as she followed behind him quickly, eager to be the first one on his heels.
All of the girls were surprised to see the cobbled floor so clean and even it was sparkling in the Lumos light. The walls were the same, free of cobwebs or even cracks. There were fresh torches mounted on the walls ahead, and as the mirror swung closed behind them, they flared to life in a series, lighting the path to Hogsmeade.
Harry turned and grinned at their speechless expressions, "Narcissa bribed the House Elves to clean this passage up for us. I didn't think you girls would want to make many trips through a dark, damp tunnel."
"How do you bribe House Elves..?" Susan asked incredulously.
"With chores, of course!" Harry grinned at the way Hermione pouted at him. He smacked her thick bum and ushered them all down the tunnel, "Let's get going. It's shorter than it seems, and the real surprise is just ahead!"
Fleur followed quickly behind Harry, eager to ask him all about the secret passages in the castle.
Harry slowly pulled a brick from the wall and peered through the hole. Glancing left and right, the coast appeared clear, so he tapped the wall with his hand, and the brickwork folded in on itself, clearing a large exit for them.
The girls huddled in behind him as he brought them out into an alley on the edges of Hogsmeade.
"Harry, where are..?" Ginny's question died on her lips. She peered behind him, across the street, where a building she'd never seen before sat.
She could see it fully, through a gated iron fence. It was an opulent building of classical English design. They could see the sheer size and scope of the building was far beyond any of Hogsmeade's tightly squeezed-together buildings.
In fact, it looked quite out of place in the little wizarding town.
Harry grinned, looking toward this fancy building, which none of the Hogwarts girls had seen before, and said, "Come along, ladies, Narcissa's waiting for us."
Harry enjoyed their shocked expressions as the realization dawned on them. He guided them to the gates and raised a hand to the gargoyle at its side.
Crrrrck.
It turned its head to peer down at him, and then, after a moment, the iron-barred gates slowly swung open.
...
"Oh my... god..!" Lavender said slowly, eyes wide as they got their first look in the luxurious entrance way.
"What is this place?" Parvati said, matching Lavender's tone as she looked deeper inside, "It's just as big as my family's manor."
"What?" Lavender hissed, "You bitch..!" She said, playfully pouting her lips, "You live in a place like this? Why didn't you invite me over during the summer break?"
Harry didn't get a chance to answer Parvati's question. Someone was waiting for them inside the door.
"Welcome, my lord..." A soft voice purred, "And welcome to all of your fine Ladies as well..."
The woman who greeted them carried a thick, particular accent.
Fleur Delacour gasped sharply, and her mouth fell open with complete surprise, "Y-you are..."
The woman who was smiling at them was shockingly beautiful. Rivaling even Fleur in the pure perfection of her skin, her rosy red lips, and seductive eyes.
Her accent was Bulgarian. She met Fleur's gaze critically for a moment, "A fellow Veela, how surprising." Her rosy lips curled into a smile as she let out a delighted chuckle, glancing at Harry, "But with my Lord's... proclivities, I should have expected this."
Harry was watching Hermione and Ginny's reaction as their eyes grew wide and they gasped.
"Natalia..!" Hermione said, remembering her from a long, passionate night spent curled up with Bulgarian Veela Cheerleaders at the Quidditch World Cup. Her plush thighs squeezed together, as a tingling, phantom feeling of a dexterous tongue sliding across her pussylips made her quiver. The memory of this beautiful woman's face between her legs made her tremble.
"I've been eager to meet you again, Natalia..." Harry said after a moment and stepped forward to embrace her. He remembered this hot Veela. The same woman who rode his cock like SHE was the one trying to fuck HIM. It impressed him so much that he pinned her down and creampied her five or six times in a row.
"Mmngh..!" She moaned into his kiss and embrace. She poured all the pent-up desire and yearning she'd harboured since they'd last met into this kiss. Her lips met his hotly, tongue eager to taste him again.
Harry held her hips, hugging her plush breasts against his chest as their kiss grew in passion. Finally when they broke off, she moaned and looked at him with hot, 'fuck me' eyes, "I've missed you..." She purred in his ear, reaching down to grope the swelling bulge in his trousers, "So much... My Lord..."
"My Lord..?" Harry quietly questioned, his cock growing harder at the way her sensual voice was laced with submissiveness as she gave him that title.
She grinned at him meaningfully, and Harry just knew that Narcissa had put her up to this. He turned to the girls, eyeing Fleur's speechless reaction in particular, "Ladies, this is Natalia... She's the Bulgarian Quidditch Team's Cheer Captain..."
"Ahem..." The woman met the eyes of the other girls, licking her wet lips as she hung off Harry's arm, "Well... formerly... It's off-season right now, and well... I imagine next year will have some... complications..."
Harry slid his hand down to her belly. It was hard to tell with her sleek black robes, but his hand could feel it. The little round bump that was forming on her stomach. His cock twitched in his trousers at the proof of their night's love. He wondered if the other two dozen cheerleaders were looking the same right now... He couldn't wait to find out.
"W-wow, 'arry..." Fleur cleared her throat, shaking off the fluster, "Z-zis is most unexpected... I did not know you were so... familiar with Veela... S-so zis must be... your girlfriend then..?" Fleur seemed to bluster up, puffing out her sizable chest as if measuring her bust against this other chesty Veela cheerleader.
Harry shared a look with Natalia. He could practically read the naughty thoughts floating in her mind, 'Are you fucking her tonight..?'. He shook his head and grinned at Fleur, "Well... it's a little complicated. Come inside and let's sit down."
...
Harry grinned to himself as he guided the girls into the building, revealing what was beyond the innocent entranceway. The main chamber opened up into what would have been an extravagant ballroom if not for plush armchairs, side tables, and long velvet couches.
It was built like one grand parlour, with plenty of spaces to sit and drink and relax. It looked suitable to hold some of wizarding society's grandest galas... or the finest Lady's Club.
Near the front was a large bar stocked with racks of expensive wine. On the sides of the rooms were booths with big circular lounging couches, big enough for half a dozen girls to lay out on their backs comfortably.
Harry's idea was to create a comfortable, private space for his girls to come and 'let their hair down'. He could only imagine how stressful and exhausting keeping their inner sluts bottled up inside must be. Here, he would invite only girls who knew what kind of man he was, so they could let loose around each other.
His own private little sex club.
And, of course... what kind of club would it be without some proper working girls?
"Hi Harry~!"
As the girls were looking around in wonder and curiosity, a chorus of voices called out to him with playful giggles.
Harry's grin turned lustful as he saw his own little surprise.
In the center of the room, standing in front of a small, elevated stage, over two dozen gorgeous women stood aligned in a row. They were all flashing enough skin to make the girls behind him blush. Their ludicrous curves, heavy busts and wide hips, were only meagerly covered by the tight, sinful black lace they wore.
Large black brassieres hugged heavy round breasts tightly, pushing up fat, creamy tits in sinful cleavage. Thick, womanly hips were decorated by carters that slipped down luscious, thick thighs to clip onto sheer black stockings. Creating a frame for the sensual black lace panties covering their privates.
Over two dozen girls stood in a line, hugging each other's waists so close that their busts pressed together in an endless bounty of boobs. Likewise, their wide, healthy hips met as the girls giggled and beckoned him forward with their eyes.
But as irresistible as the sight of their tits, thighs, and lace knickers were... Harry's eyes were glued to their stomachs. With this slutty, eager girls dressed in skimpy lingerie... it was much more apparent the way that their slender bellies were starting to swell outward in growing baby bumps that matched Hermione's and Ginny's.
These girls were the slutty squad of Veela Cheerleaders that Harry fucked throughout the night during the World Cup. They were all smiling wide, showing off their bellies proudly, proving to him that he'd gotten each and every one of them pregnant that night.
"Oh my god..." Ginny squealed with big, excited eyes.
The fiery, red-haired slut might have even enjoyed that night with the Veela Cheer Squad more than HE had. Seeing all these girls proudly displaying their pregnant bellies was like a perverted dream come true for Ginny. She eagerly rushed over to talk with them, Hermione hot on her heels.
"What... iz zis...?" Fleur muttered quietly, eyes locked on the slightly round matching bellies of the entire flock of Veela standing in front of her in slutty lingerie, posing for Harry. Her mind couldn't make sense of it.
Harry pulled the other girls off to find some seats and began explaining his naughty night at the Quidditch Stadium. Right on cue, Narcissa joined him, sitting on his lap the trophy she was, she gently ran her fingers through his tossled hair as he regailed the horny girls with a dirty story of his orgy with the Veela.
"Zis iz... unbelievable..." Fleur said to herself numbly, suddenly feeling completely out of her depth.
The evening began in earnest, as Narcissa went around the room alongside Natalia, showing off a fun little spell that would protect the girls' pregnancy against alcohol. Then the Veela girls had fun popping open corks of wine 'accidently' getting their busty, half-naked bodies, a little messy with foam and having the girls or Harry lick their tits clean.
The Veela passed out glasses to each of them, holding bottles in their hands to ensure their glasses were always full. In the corner of the room, a set of instruments was enchanted to play some slow, sensual music as the evening began.
The girls were scattered about the room, each with a Veela or three either curled up at their side, sitting on their laps, or pouring them wine as they shared naughty stories of sex in the castle with Harry.
It didn't take long for some fun to break out, and the Veela all hollered like sluts as Ginny was dragged up on stage by a pair of horny cheerleaders to entertain them with some steamy hot lesbian sex.
Narcissa reserved the honor of pouring Harry's glass, sitting on his knee like a prize as Harry explained all the planning that went into this place to Hermione and Susan.
Between his spread legs, one of the Veela was gurgling noisily on his cock, drunk on the thick scent of his musk and desperate to taste his cum.
Fleur sat in the nearest chair on his left, sucking down wine quickly. Her face was flushed red, just like all the other girls, as the mixture of alcohol and barely restrained Veela Allure fogged up her head, making it hard to think.
"They're pregnant!" She shouted in her mind, as the realization crashed over her all at once, "The girls he brought with him today..! The girls who were surrounding him at the feast! All of these... Veela SLUTS! They are ALL carrying his children!" She panted hotly, polishing off her glass of wine.
That was why they smelled so... delicious! They smelled so strongly of HIM, because they were carrying his seed! Looking at the exposed stomachs of the Veela prancing around the room, carrying trays of wine, she could tell that they were all showing already.
She squeezed her legs together, feeling a burning hot desire in her pussy... and a little twinge deep in her core. She was feeling so envious, wondering what it would feel like to have such a thick cock carve its way through her tight walls and pump her fertile womb full of delicious, potent wizard seed!
Then her thoughts started to spiral, "If he's fucked so many girls already then surely..! All I have to do is..." She stared at the half-naked Veela down in a slutty stripper's squat, having the time of her life choking and slobbering over the thick length of Harry's cock.
She watched as Harry let out a soft groan. That was enough for the black-haired BOMBSHELL sitting on his knees to reach down, curling her slender fingers into the Veela's hair, and PLUNGE the bitch down on his meaty cock until she was choking. She watched the Veela's eyes go huge as her throat bulged with the imprint of Harry's cock. A few seconds later, the slut's mouth burst with creamy white seed as Harry's cum filled her gullet.
Fleur licked her lips. Her nose twitched as she breathed in something musky and delicious. She felt dizzy, and was just about to crawl over on her knees, and lick that seed off the lucky bitch's face... when she suddenly came back to her senses.
She swallowed thickly and set her wine glass aside.
"...'arry..!" She said loudly, stumbling to her feet with a flushed face.
While the Veela slut slurped off his cock, licking and sucking it clean like an expert, Harry looked over. He had a cocky grin on his face, "Need something Fleur? You're looking a little flush."
"Yes..." She moaned, "I need to... to... SPEAK with you..! Yes, in private..! P-please..!"
"Sure." Without even a word from him, Narcissa slid off his lap, taking his glass of wine. The Veela between his legs moaned with disappointment, tucking his cock back into his trousers as she moved aside.
Fleur saw the other two girls, Hermione and Susan, looking at her with lustful eyes. She shivered, getting the feeling they were undressing her with their gazes.
"There's a few private rooms... follow me," Harry said.
...
The moment they were alone, Fleur pounced on him. Harry was surprised, but only for half a second. He could practically smell the thick pheromones wafting from this horny female, begging him to fuck her. Her Allure was focused entirely on him, trying to coax him into ravishing her.
He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up into her arms. As her legs came up to hug his sides, Harry slammed her against a wall as soon as the doors closed, and their lips met together in a passioned, frenzied kiss.
Fleur, drunk on wine and pure desire, moaned wantonly, lips opening to meet his tongue in a hungry, lustful kiss. She whined and whimpered, grinding her busty, fuckable body on his as hard as she could. She gyrated her hips against his bulging cock like she was trying to fuck him over his trousers.
But then... unexpectedly, she broke off their wet kiss, "M-my mother..!" She cried out in a gasping, rasping breath, their lips still wet with each other's saliva.
"What?" Harry asked in pure confusion.
"W-we must speak to my mother first..! B-before you fuck me💗!" She said breathlessly, eyes full of sin as she looked into his eyes.
He growled, cock painfully stiff and eager to break in a brand-new Veela cunt, "You REALLY want to stop right now? And go track down your mother.?"
"I-I am sorry..!" She whined. He could see what was almost a pained expression on her face as she climbed down off of him and pushed their bodies apart, "B-but my Maman..!" She struggled to explain, "S-she has been very adamant about my choice in lover..! S-she refuses to let me sleep with men... until she 'as found someone 'worthy' to be my lover..."