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Fleur lakeside + short scene
🕑 Added 2025-04-04 13:05:31 +0000 UTCHey guys - a little Fleur scene I needed to get out of my head. Click image for better resolution.
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“Mon dieu, ‘Arry.” Fleur moaned as he gripped her cheeks tightly, pistoning into her. “S-stop, ze sun, ze — oooh!”
Harry looked across the waters, lost in his lust. The sun was rising over the Great Lake, bathing Hogwarts in its glory, bringing every stained glass window to life, warming the cold stone. Soon, the castle would be awake.
“What’s the matter?” He teased, fingers indented in her flesh. “Don’t want an audience?”
She harrumphed, arching her back and pushing her bottom out. “You want to show off Fleur Delacour, you can show off Fleur Delacour. But ze boys will drop from ze windows.” She tossed her hair back. “I am not responsable for zeir deaths, oui?”
Harry grinned. His gorgeous Veela girlfriend was so arrogant.
He dropped his hand to her core, working her pleasure up, making her groan. “You sure you want them to see you like this? A full tummy? Dripping with me?”
Fleur bit her lip, looking back at him, even as her body shuddered with every pump. “Oui.”
He pulled the strap of her swimsuit further to the side, so he can pump even harder. “My good girl.”
She squealed and cried out as she came, breathless. “Oooh, oui, oui, oui!…’Arry, if—ooh, Merlin, right zere — if you ‘ave me in zis swimsuit anymore, it will break forever, oui? No Reparo is going to fix eet next time.”
“It is looking a bit worse for wear.” Harry muttered, tracing his fingers over the blue metallic one-piece. He’d taken Fleur in it often, enjoying the reminder of her at her most teasing — the second TriWizard Task, constantly plucking the strap out of her peachy cheeks, bending over to inspect the waters, knowing that the screen showed her off to a thousand gawking boys, along with the who’s who of European politics. “But it’s special to me.”
“Why?” Fleur bit her lip. “I ‘ave a dozen swimsuits.”
Harry pulled her up by the arms so he could nuzzle her neck. “But this one, mon amour, is when I first wanted you. Desperately, eagerly. When I first dreamed of you, when I first touched myself and thought of you.” He kissed her neck as she ground herself in circles on his groin. “When I knew that one day, I’d have you. Just like this.”
Fleur melted, head tilted back, eyes closed, milking him with her inner muscles in that special Veela way. “Oh, ‘Arry. Take me. Fill me. I am yours.”
Harry glanced up at the castle. The windows were beginning to light up. The curtains were rustling. The sun cast Fleur’s perfect figure in a warm glow. “Even if they see?”
Fleur’s shoulders dropped as she pressed her down, hands deepened in the reeds of the shallow water, her hair in the lake, her bottom pushed up high. The Veela who lived her life with her nose in the air - only now she pushed her face into the ground for him, lovingly, submissively.
She smiled back at him naughtily. “Especially if zey see.”
Comments
War
It’s because he’s using AI. That’s why quality and art style is all over the place
Rudy
Like most of your artwork, but Fleur’s body looks weirdly elongated here. But hell, may be part of the story for all I know.
bob lakhanpal
Loved the lil scene, rob!! Adds context to the Pic.... 👌
