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Queens ch.32
🕑 Added 2024-06-17 10:00:01 +0000 UTCHe tiptoed across the plush carpet and paused in front of Fleur's closed door, knuckles poised to knock. What did Gabrielle say? She told hi
He tiptoed across the plush carpet and paused in front of Fleur's closed door, knuckles poised to knock. What did Gabrielle say? She told him to be aggressive. There was nothing more aggressive than barging into a closed bedroom. He lowered his hand and turned the knob, his stomach fluttering wildly. The door was open. His heart pounded so hard it rang in his ears, and his breath became heavy and quick. As he pushed the door, his legs wobbled with the rush of fresh adrenaline. Fleur's bed was empty, but she was in it. Tousled covers and twisted sheets marked one side of the king-size bed, while the other remained untouched. Bill hadn't returned in the middle of the night. He entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him. A thin strip of light spilled from the cracked bathroom door, where he heard the distinct sound of running water. Fleur was taking a shower. How bold was too bold? What would Fleur do if he joined her in the shower? He didn't want to give her a heart attack, but at the same time, if Gabrielle was right, Fleur would like it. It was a move that would either end in disaster or triumph. There was no middle ground. He quietly opened the bathroom door and looked at Fleur's statuesque body, obscured by the almost opaque layer of steam covering the glass door. If she turned around, she would see a figure, but making a decision wouldn't be easy. Screw it. Fleur Delacour was going to experience the thrill just like Harry. With his heart pounding, he took off his shorts, crossed the bathroom floor, and opened the shower door. Fleur's golden body gleamed in the light of the bathroom lamps. Her wet, limp blond hair cascaded down to her mid-back, and her plump, heart-shaped butt was close enough to touch. Her large, beautiful breasts bounced and swayed as she applied conditioner to her thick curls. "Room for two?" Harry asked. Fleur turned around, her expression shocked. Her blue eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. "Harry. Oh my God. You scared me." Her breasts were perfect, bouncing high on her chest, and her nipples glistened with the running water. Like Gabrielle and Daphne, Fleur shaved her pussy. Her thin slit was barely visible from where he stood in the open door. "Surprise," he said, smiling hopefully. "Come in here." Fleur grinned mischievously at him. "You'll wet the floor." His stomach dropped to his boots, and a wave of overwhelming joy exploded in his head. He stepped into Nirvana, closed the door behind him, and stood face to face with the girl of his wet dreams. "Please tell me I didn't miss the body wash." Fleur chuckled and flashed him her straight, white teeth. "No. You're just in time." She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her large, slick breasts against his chest. Her nipples hardened against his ribs, and his cock twitched, thickening against her stomach. He leaned in and touched her lips with his, his stomach swirling. Fleur brushed him with her tongue, and the fresh mint from her toothpaste tingled on his lips. He ran his hands over the soft curve of her spine, grabbed her full, lush ass, and squeezed. His cock jumped, hardening against her soft stomach, where it swayed from side to side. Her smooth, slick body tickled him and curled his toes. He moaned into her mouth, unable to restrain his unrestrained desire. Fleur wrapped her fingers around his massive member. She broke the kiss and looked at him, her eyes widening in shock. "Gabrielle said you were big, but wow...." She leaned back a fraction and looked down at his pulsating manhood. "You're twice the size of your Bill."
"Too big?" he asked, grasping Fleur's slippery nipple and rolling it between his fingers. Her supple breast filled his palm, and he squeezed it as her soft, warm flesh bulged between his open fingers.
She shook her head and smiled at him modestly. "It's perfect." Her blue eyes sparkled, and water cascaded down her shoulders, streaming down her face. "You're perfect."
He leaned in and kissed her again. Their tongues intertwined perfectly, as if they had always belonged together. He cupped both of Fleur's breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently but firmly. Her nipples stiffened against his palms, and she let out a soft moan into his mouth.
Fleur stroked his cock, sliding her thumb over his glans and around the swollen head. The sounds of smacking lips and mingling tongues competed with the hissing water and rising steam. She broke the kiss and gripped his cock, stroking it in a steady rhythm, looking into his eyes. "Harry, I want you so much, but..."
His stomach sank, but he concealed his disappointment. "Bill."
Fleur nodded. "I don't love Bill, and I don't want to be with him. Ever again. I want you. I've loved you for so long." Her voice trembled with her chin. "But I wouldn't feel right making love to you until I'm done with Bill once and for all."
Strands of her wet blond hair clung to her cheeks, and he brushed them away, tucking them behind her ear. "I want you to move in with us. We can talk to Gabrielle and Tracey about it, but last night you slept in the bed of my adoptive brother. I won't stand by and watch the woman I love be treated with such disrespect."
"Do you love me?" Tears glistened in her eyes, and a warm smile graced her lips.
"Fleur, I've loved you for so long that I can't remember when I didn't." He sighed deeply and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "The man I've become, I've become because of you." Her chin trembled harder with raw emotions, and she touched his cheek, kissing him again. "Harry, you need to know... I want your child to grow inside me. Are you open to at least the possibility—"
"Yes," he interrupted her. "We'll have a child together, but if you want a child so badly, why aren't you already pregnant?"
"It's not like that." She shook her head and rubbed Harry's muscular chest with her hands. "I insisted on casting the contraceptive spell—always, even taking the elixir myself additionally throughout."
Throughout all the years they'd been together, had Bill never forcefully come on to Fleur? "Every time?"
She nodded. "At first, it was mutual," she said. "But in the past year, I've caught him attempting to have sex with me without the spell. I don't want him like that. I think I stayed with him for so long just to be close to you."
"Fleur, I can cast the spell if it's—"
She placed a finger on Harry's lips and shook her head. "Never. Harry, you're the last man I want. You'll never cast the spell around me." Her voice trembled with emotion. "I love you so much. I want to have a family with you." Tears shimmered in her eyes.
Harry kissed her again and ran his fingers over her neck and golden locks. "I'll give you as many children as you want. Let's leave Bill behind and start right away, okay?"
She wrapped both arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. "With pleasure." She released a deep, cleansing breath and kissed him on the neck. "That doesn't mean you have to leave empty-handed." She backed away and reached for a bottle of body balm. "I want to feel your penis on me." She squeezed a bit of the balm onto her hand and reached for his cock. Bouncing her breasts, Fleur lathered his shaft and tip until they glistened from the suds.
Harry's cock throbbed in her hand, thickening and lengthening until it stood rigidly in her clenched fist. Harry squeezed soap onto his hand and sprayed Fleur's breasts, letting them bounce and sway as he squeezed them. Her perfect nipples stiffened until they stood tall, slipping in and out of his open fingers. He kneaded her amazing breasts, squeezing and mashing them together, while Fleur gently stroked his cock. "I could do this all day."
Fleur continued to stroke his shaft, which easily slid in and out of her fingers. "I love it when you play with my breasts. I'm so turned on right now." She kissed him on the lips, then on each cheek, before nuzzling into his neck and licking his ear. "Can you slide between my thighs?" she whispered.
Her warm breath curled around his ear and sent a warm shiver down his spine. The thought of fucking Fleur Hart between her thighs made his head spin. As a former volleyball player, Fleur had thighs that could crack walnuts and an ass so perfect it deserved its own bronze statue. "Yes," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
Fleur turned around and leaned against the tiled wall, presenting him with a breathtaking view of her ample butt and orgasm-inducing thighs. Water shimmered on her cheeks and dripped onto her spread thighs. Her pink, swollen, plump labia looked like heaven on earth, and the thought of impregnating her made him dizzy with desire.
As he stood behind her, Fleur looked at him over her shoulder, her blue eyes filled with desire. He slid his cock between her thighs and dragged its tip along her slick slit, crushing her sweet pink folds until his hips lightly bumped against her firm ass.
Fleur moaned and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tiled wall. She clenched her thighs around his cock, enveloping it in the warm, slick tightness of her soapy, wet warmth.
A rush of adrenaline surged through Harry's legs, turning them to jelly. He steadied himself on Fleur's hips, squeezing her butt, gently rocking back and forth, sliding his shaft against her hot pussy lips.
Soft slapping echoed off the tiles, and Fleur's breasts bounced and swayed beneath her chest. Soaped and wet, her breasts bounced along with the satisfying sound of smacking. She tightened her grip on his cock and began to move her hips faster, increasing the pace and eliciting a guttural groan from him.
The warmth and friction built on the slick surface of his cock, and he leaned forward, grabbing Fleur's firm breasts in his hands. He pinched her nipples and squeezed them together, burying his body between her open fingers as he thrust into her harder, grunting and moaning with effort.
Fleur's pussy buzzed around his shaft like a hot dog in a bun, and his swollen knob stumbled against her swollen clit like a doorstep. As his cock grew hotter, his head flashed, leaving him on the edge of orgasm.
"This is it, baby," Fleur said breathlessly. "I'm so close." She reached down between her legs and buzzed her clit with her finger, joining Harry's cock in exerting constant pressure.
Harry squeezed Fleur's breasts, and his legs buckled. "Baby, I can't." Fleur arched her back and screamed, and he grunted as hot cum spurted from his balls.
Fleur's legs trembled, and her pussy spasmed around his shaft. She clamped her thighs, squeezing his shaft in the soapy vice, while he ejaculated thick ropes of cum onto her pussy lips and fingers, where she had stopped working on her swollen clit and squeezed his cock.
Kneading her breasts and kissing her long, slender neck, Harry pumped his hips, dousing the legendary blonde with milky cum.
Her orgasm faded, and Fleur straightened up. She squeezed out a few final spurts onto her pussy lips before his cock stiffened, and she turned to face him. Fleur reached down and squeezed his cock, pushing the trapped cum from his shaft's tip, while she kissed him gently.
They parted their lips, and their tongues flowed together. It tasted like sweet honey, and he wrapped his hands around her butt, pulling her closer as Fleur moaned softly into his mouth.
Standing beneath the hissing water, they kissed and touched for what felt like an eternity. Finally, they broke the kiss. Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him sweetly. "I love you."
Harry kissed her gently. They touched their foreheads and locked eyes. "I'm coming with you to the apartment. I don't trust my brother. Besides, I need to pack, and I think Gabrielle still has a few things in my drawer."
She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him tenderly. "Okay," she said, not offering any argument.
Fleur loved it when Harry took charge, unlike her brother, who treated her like a princess. Bill resisted, but eventually gave in. "If he ever disrespects you, I'll step in," Harry said. "I won't allow him to speak to you poorly ever again."
She smiled and nodded, biting her lower lip. "I hope it doesn't come to that."
"Me too." Harry kissed her one last time before turning off the water. "Come on, darling. Let's go home."
