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Defiling the Arrogant Fairy [Fleur Delacour x Harry Potter] [Poll Winner]]
🕑 Added 2023-10-28 03:01:09 +0000 UTCSynopsis: Fleur, wanting to know more about Harry Potter’s secrets, used some of her charm to lure him into confessing everything. However, what he gave her was more than the truth.
A work by Ms.Squirtle
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Fleur Delacour walked through the wooden bridge with a frustrated sigh.
For months, she prepared for the Triwizard Tournament. But then she saw a disgraceful thing happen. She first thought it was a joke, but then she felt surprised and outraged that they let Harry Potter compete in the Tournament.
When her name was announced in the newspaper, it was only a slight blurb. It was all focused on a young champion. The Ministry’s representatives allowed him to participate in the tournament instead of investigating how such a thing could happen.
The next couple of days passed with Fleur attempting to figure out what had happened. No matter how many times Fleur thought about how someone could tamper with a highly powerful magical item, there were so many things that didn’t make sense.
Iv’ he’s responsible, then Dumbledore and the Ministry must’av gave Hogwarts two chances. But why would zey? Wouldn’t that be a shame to Britain?
Fleur entered the Quidditch field, feeling a bit better with the fog surrounding her. Sensing no one was around, she happily hummed a tune as she took off her blue robe, tapping her dainty feet and doing a light and airy dance.
If ze stories were true, ‘Arry Potter may be supported by someone powerful, wanting ‘im to reach ze top.
Fleur saw Harry as someone out of his element and confused about his surroundings. She felt that someone born and raised in the muggle world was a little beneath her, having been surrounded by beautiful people throughout her young life.
The Veela danced freely in her white sundress, covering her sweetly curved mounds and shapely hips. Her white stocking-covered legs stretch out with each step. Even without that allure, Fleur was confident of her ability to attract any man. However, she had high tastes, and not just any man could satisfy her.
She was young and, of course, had mature needs that were budding in her mind. The only way she knew how to forget about them was to dance freely outside, to vent, to surround herself with beautiful things, and of course, to … let it out.
Fleur's lips curled into a smile. Thankfully… zere ‘es other ways. It’s a good thing everyone was too preoccupied with ze Goblet to notice. Otherwize, ‘ere would be some trouble.
Fleur reached for the wand in her pocket when she heard a soft and faint footstep behind her.
“Miss Fleur?”
Abruptly, Fleur turned around and saw Harry standing at the entrance. He looked lost and confused, even more so, dazed. Then she realized it, he was charmed by her dance. This was one of the reasons she would always try to find some time alone for her personal needs.
“Mister ‘Arry Potter, yes?” She rolled her eyes, “Please leave, I wiz’ to be alone...”
Harry suddenly stepped closer; his eyes couldn’t turn away from her.
“Miss Fleur…” His hand reached out and brushed a few strands of hair from her face.
“Mister Potter!” She huffed, “I do not think you know what you ar’ doing right now.”
“I… I think… I do…” Harry, still in a daze, moved his hand towards the back of her head and suddenly pulled her in for a kiss.
Fleur struggled at first but wasn’t completely unwilling. Kissing wasn’t at all something she had never done.
She tasted his hot kiss on her lips, and finally, with the sense of yearning she had been suppressing, she completely let go. She replied to his kiss, her tongue entering his mouth. Her hands held onto his shoulders, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Their tongues caressed each other with a silky and slippery feeling.
Fleur could sense something hot in her body, waiting to be freed, while Harry felt the tingle in his belly as something started to grow.
Suddenly, their eyes widened in surprise, and they quickly stopped.
They both took a step back and looked at each other, both blushing, shocked at what they had just done.
“I… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have…” Harry’s face turned red, looking away.
“What zu’ you mean you shouldn’t ‘ave?” Fleur blushed even harder, “Do you zink’ I’m not pretty enough for ze great ‘Arry Potter, ze’ Boy ou’ Lived?”
“What? No, no! That’s not what I mean…”
“Good!” Fleur took a step closer and looked him in the eye. She was a little irritated, but she thought this could be something to help her figure things out.
Maybe I can make you say ‘ow you did it ‘Arry.
Harry, being so close, was mesmerized; she was as beautiful as a fairy. Her blond hair framed her small and charming face and fell to the sides of her pale neck; her body perfectly formed as her white dress cascaded over her round breasts and succulent hips.
Harry gulped.
“Tell me ‘Arry, how did you enter ze tournament?” She asked as she held both of his cheeks in her hands.
“I don’t… know.”
“Really?” Her face came closer and closer to his.
“Y… yes.” Harry didn’t know where to place his hands, but something in his loins told him to hold her closer.
So he did, blindly placing his hands on her hips.
Fleur glanced at his hands for a second, noticing how his fingers were trembling and brushing against her dress with fondness. She smirked a little and looked back into his eyes.
“’Ave you been with a woman ‘Arry?”
“No… I never...” His eyes widened, but there was a bit of light in them.
“You ought to try…” She then kissed him again, trying to bring him deeper into her charm and placing her arms around his neck.
Aroused, Harry brushed his hands up towards her slim waist, pulling her skirt up to bunch a little on her hips.
Fleur was busy kissing him passionately, “Zo not… keeps secrets… from me ‘Arry,” she muttered between breaths.
“I… Would… Never..” he answered with each word between their kisses.
Suddenly, one of Harry’s hands caught her full, round breast and caused her to jolt a bit in surprise. However, she didn’t reject it since she, too, felt the desire in her slowly bloom. Her hands slowly went under his robes, plucking his shirt buttons one by one.
But when she took a breath and tried to think clearly, she suddenly yelped.
Harry’s other hand brushed down her flat belly, all the way to the juncture of her thighs, and rubbed through her lacy panties with two fingers. Harry had never done this before, but as a healthy young man, he knew where to start.
“Umph…”
With two fingers roughly rubbing the thin cloth of her panty, Fleur took a deep breath in pleasure. She arched her neck back, allowing Harry to kiss and lick her ivory skin.
Pulling her lips back, she looked at his dazed eyes and trailed her nails down Harry’s chest, “Tell me, ‘Arry, what makes you special among uz’ champions?”
Not feeling any unwillingness, Fleur wondered how far Harry would take it, so she plunged her two hands under Harry’s white shirt and pushed back his robes and shirt to his arms, fully exposing his upper body.
“People… Maybe, trying to … Kill me… This… Tournament,'' Harry answered between each lick on her neck, tasting the sweet, creamy skin.
Without a second thought, she hooked her fingers on Harry’s belt and unbuckled it for him.
Feeling the heat of their bodies close together, Harry gently pushed her back with his hands and his kiss. He pinned her to one of the pillars on the field. He didn’t know how this was going to end, but for the first time in his life, he wanted to feel her on him, to feel a woman’s insides, to devour her whole.
“Oh ‘Arry…” Fleur giggled as she felt his bulge pressing up against her lower belly.
“Fleur…I’m… I’m…” He breathed ragged as he steadied himself with both hands on the large pillar. Looking left and right, a little worried someone might catch them out here.
“Don’t worry ‘Arry, I know what I’m zuing,” Fleur waved her wand and set a sound boundary around them, confident enough that the fog would hide them.
While Harry was still steadying himself on the pillar, Fleur slipped down, falling to her knees. She pulled down his pants and underwear, letting his straining manhood come out with a flop.
I will make you talk, Mister Potter… Trust me.
His knob was bulging, and his shaft was throbbing, ready to taste the delight that the Veela offered.
Licking her lips in craving, Fleur then parted them, coming closer to Harry’s steaming need.
Then, she took his swollen head into her mouth, licking and teasing as her hands stroked him gently. Harry could feel her nimble palms caressing every bump of his hard male heat, holding him firmly—waves after waves of bliss running through his body.
“Ghh…” Harry felt every inch of his body tingled. He never felt this way before, so good, yet so hot. All he wanted now was to feel more of it.
As if they were beyond his control, without warning, his hands sunk into her hair, grabbing and pulling her head closer to his pelvis. Fleur’s eyes widened as his driving need was pushed deeper into her mouth. The part-Veela adjusted quickly and placed her hands on his pelvis, making him move in slower.
“Gk!” but it still struck the back of her throat, giving Harry immense pleasure.
Harry couldn’t help it; his body wanted more and more, and his hips slowly moved.
With a grip on the back of her head, he guided the stiff shaft deep into Fleur’s warm mouth. His two balls kept striking against the edge of her chin. Fleur’s tongue slithered all over him, coating his cock with her saliva, making it easier to slip in and out.
As Fleur tried to look up at him, teary-eyed and flushed red, Harry got even more aroused, struggling to look for that heavenly release. His eagerness shoved deep into Fleur’s welcoming mouth, tasting every bit of it.
“I’m… I’m close. I can’t… In your… mouth,” Harry felt it was something he shouldn’t do, especially when it was his first time.
But Fleur didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him inside her, filling her hole with his molten lava. She wanted to see the satisfaction on his face, a thought that aroused her even further and fueled her pride in being so perfect.
Her tongue danced all over his shaft, tickling his rod. Her head started to move faster, even more fervent, sucking and caressing him with her tongue.
“Gah!” Harry could feel his body tense up and felt his hot seed spill into her, a rush of cum splattered into Fleur’s mouth.
Breathing raggedly from her nose, Fleur finally let go of Harry’s cock, allowing him to see his white juices in her mouth. Harry gulped as his throat dried out, but the scene of her swallowing every bit of him caused his phallus to twitch once again.
She then licked his weakening rod clean, from top to bottom. The expression on her face was full of craving and delight.
“Fleur… you…” Harry was shocked and flushed, but was aroused once again. Soon, his manhood almost went limp, but he felt his blood rushing back down there.
“’Zo you want to have more fun?” Fleur looked like she was yearning to taste more of the essence that came out of him. Without warning, she pulled down the sleeves of her dress and allowed it to bunch up on her waist. Then her bra and panties came off, and she threw them to the side.
Fleur pushed Harry down to the grassy field and crawled on top of him, smiling, “Ze great ‘Arry Potter… A fine man for zis fine day…”
“What?” Before Harry could think of anything else, Fleur slowly allowed her petals to grind against his, letting her wet entrance massage his rod to stand back up.
“Ahhh… Ahh…” Fleur started to feel good, the moistness between her legs twitching, throbbing, yearning for Harry.
“Oh... Go…d...” Harry’s hands clenched her upper thighs, digging into the soft flesh.
A soft smile passes over her, “’Tell me… Who placed your name in?”
Fleur pulled one of his hands up and placed it on her perky hills. His hands started to fondle them, playing with her pink, blushing peak. Her entire body shuddered from his touch, and her entrance began to salivate even more, allowing his knob to sneak a peek into her.
Even if it was just a little, her soft, hairless flesh rubbed on his throbbing shaft, giving him an appetizer of what was to come.
“No… no one… Ah… Maybe… Ghk… Volder—” Harry couldn’t control his words, tasting the pleasure.
“Ah, yezz… ‘Arry, yes!” She moved her hips faster as her yearning eyes locked with Harry’s, squinting in ecstasy.
She nodded in anticipation, hinting for him to do more. She couldn’t care less about taking it too far anymore; the hot, stiff rod under her felt so good, so spellbinding, teasing her to no end. Her arrogant nature lost to thirst, replaced by carnal thirst.
Harry used both hands to clutch her breasts as his hips went up a little. His now rock-hard shaft started to poke up, parting her sticky petals and penetrating her.
“Ah! Ah! No… ‘Arry!” She cried out, feeling the pinch as he parted her virgin petals.
Harry felt her insides were tight, forced apart by his hard shaft, being the first man to ever do so. The pain and pleasure mixed together, causing her to lose herself altogether. No longer was she the pure little fairy that teased men to their knees, but the sensual harpy that wanted more and more.
“Gk…” Harry grunted, feeling the warmth of a woman’s slippery softness for the first time. An apology never came as they both drowned in bliss.
Tremors of pleasure shoot through Fleur, overwhelming her enough to ignore everything. From struggling with her own mind to stop, she was now drowned in ecstasy, only wanting every part of her explored, penetrated, devoured, and defiled.
She didn’t want this nasty, shameful feeling to stop; she wanted more, deeper, harder.
She tilted back on the lap to allow him full access to her chest as her ass started to jiggle with her moves, drawing pleasure herself on his erect rod. His cock was so hard she could feel him stretch every inch of her walls.
“Ooohh… Yes!” Fleur moaned, not realizing the boundary she had set up had been released due to her lack of focus. Her uncontrolled moans echoed out.
Harry’s hands kept dancing all over her body and drove Fleur to a fit of endless passion, the likes of which very few had ever seen.
Sometimes, Harry arched his hips up, diving deeper into her. Sometimes, Fleur straightened her back, allowing him unrestricted entry to her deepest walls. She closed her eyes, feeling his touch all over her bare skin.
Fleur leaned into Harry. Having this famed wizard underneath her gave her a feeling of triumph over him, taking back what she thought was hers.
He squeezes Fleur’s soft hills as her juices soak Harry’s pelvis. He arched higher between her thighs and saw her hot sheath devour him completely. Her body jumped and jolted, landing on his molten need again and again. The thought of how unbecoming it was to a Veela never crossed her mind, not in this moment.
Fleur threw her head back. Strands of her luscious hair fell against her face, and sweat spilled over her perfect mounts. Fleur’s mouth parted open, silently screaming in delight, her body too rigid in pleasure to make any real sounds. All that came out of her were huffs of ragged breathing.
Fleur lured Harry down another path of lust as her hand slipped behind her, massaging his balls. Harry’s free hand stroked her thighs, as it felt incredible. Fleur’s eyes burned with the deep desire to make him call out her name.
“Oh… ‘Arry... oh... oh... God…” Her honey-soft breasts jiggled and thrashed against his chest as she leaned on him. Her ass moved up and down, aided by her swaying hips.
“Gh… Fluer… you are so… good.”
“Ye… Yezz ‘Arry!” Fleur breathed into him.
“Fleur…!” Harry suddenly hugged her waist and kept her in place.
He couldn’t wait any longer as he tittered on the edge of release. He arched upward, thrusting his hips up and into her. A more lustful, stronger part of Harry came out. He moved as frantically as he could, looking for that final moment, filling up this enchanting creature.
The sounds of their flesh colliding echoed in the air, bursting through the thick fog.
As Harry’s hand pinched her perky tip, Fleur’s walls started to clench and shudder. Harry enjoyed the feeling and kept playing with her sensitive breasts, causing her insides to grip him tighter and tighter.
“So… tight,” Harry groaned.
Fleur’s nails dig sharply into Harry’s shoulders. Her white stocking-clad legs tightened their grip around his waist as she rode him.
Then, with her head arched back, stiffness overwhelmed her body. She rode a wave of frenzy as ripples of ecstasy flooded through her.
With a burst of her hot lava on his stiff cock, Harry also went over the edge and his body tensed up.
“Keep moving! Don’t stop!” Fleur cried out, still feeling the tight grip of pleasure. Fleur tensed up underneath him and soaked Harry’s cock with her pussy juices, allowing it to splatter out every time he pulled out, then plunge back in.
With a couple of more hard thrusts, Harry reached his final glorious moment. He convulsed against her as his body felt the lightning bolts of fulfillment run through him.
He came inside and filled her to the brim as she held onto Harry every step of the way.
“Ummph…” She moaned softly, feeling it inside.
“Haah…” Harry tried to stabilize his breath, feeling fatigue start to wash over him.
The relief she wanted had turned into something more than what she intended.
Fleur, starting to feel weak, lay on his bare chest, breathing rapidly. Harry, still in disbelief, didn’t know what to do, so he placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair.
“That was…” Harry started.
Fleur suddenly pushed against his chest, holding herself up to look at him face to face, “It eez something you will never tell anyone else!”
“But...”
“No buts! There eez a thing called, secrets ‘Arry! And I hope you keep it if you zo’ not want to face ze wrath of a Veela!” She muttered loudly as she quickly searched for her bra and panty while pulling up her dress and smoothing down her skirt.
She bunched them up and went to grab her robes. She shoved her bra and panties inside her robe pockets while she draped her blue robes over her now disheveled white dress. Taking a few steps away, Fleur suddenly paused, softly saying, “I need to go and make zee potion now, but…. That waz’ good…”
Then she quickly strode away.
Harry, a little stunned, quickly pulled up his pants and tugged his robe back to his shoulders. When he was busy sitting there and buttoning up his shirt, he heard some footsteps stepping on the grass out in the field.
“Harry?”
“G—Ginny?”
“What are you doing out here? I heard some noises…” She looked at him, puzzled.
“N-nothing, I was just looking for something.” Harry fumbled with his last button.
However, Ginny had already noticed that his shirt was one button out of order.
“Harry?” She tilted her head with doubt.
…
Fleur ran toward the bleachers, feeling confused at what she had just done. She didn’t plan on taking it that far, but she lost herself, and now, it was all too late.
Her face was crimson red, and her deep blue eyes glistened with a hint of tears. Her Veela powers oozed out of her every pore as she had just fully done the deed. She felt she could entice a man with a mere sniff of her sweat at that moment.
She could control it, but not right at this moment.
Bam!
Unfocused, she bumped into someone who suddenly came out from the corner. She fell to the ground, her skirt raised from the momentum.
“Miss Fleur?” Cedric’s eyes widened as he saw her sprawled on the grass.
“M-Mister Diggory... I-I…” Fleur wanted to apologize, but she noticed that his eyes weren’t focused on her, to be precise, not on her face. She quickly tugged her skirt down and closed her legs.
“Fleur… I… saw you… doing….” Cedric muttered, avoiding her probing eyes.
“What zid’ you see?!”
