The salty breeze from the sea whispered through the cracks of Shell Cottage, carrying the faint scent of brine and wildflowers that dotted the rugged Cornish coast. Inside the modest home, the air was thick with the quiet tension of wartime refuge. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, Mr. Ollivander and the goblin Griphook shared the space with Bill and Fleur Weasley, their hosts turning the seaside hideout into a fragile sanctuary amid the chaos of Voldemort's rising shadow. The days blurred into a rhythm of hushed conversations, meager meals, and the ever-present weight of uncertainty. But on this particular evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, something stirred beneath the surface of their enforced idleness—a spark of forbidden desire that would ignite in the most unexpected way.
Harry had retreated to the small bathroom after a long day of fruitless planning sessions. The warm water from the enchanted tub cascaded over his lithe yet powerfully built frame, steam rising in lazy curls that fogged the mirror. At nineteen, Harry's body had transformed from the scrawny boy of his school days into that of a sculpted Adonis, honed by Quidditch, battles, and the relentless demands of survival. His shoulders were broad and defined, muscles rippling under taut, pale skin marked by faint scars from curses and close calls. Water sluiced down his chest, tracing the ridges of his pectorals and the sharp V of his abdomen, before pooling around his thighs. Between his legs hung his most impressive feature: a thick, ten-inch cock, even soft it dangled heavily, veined and circumcised, with heavy balls nestled beneath. He sighed, running a hand through his perpetually messy black hair, oblivious to the door creaking open just a sliver.
Bill Weasley, tall and rugged with his long red hair tied back and earrings glinting in the low light, had meant only to fetch a towel from the linen cupboard adjacent to the bath. But his eyes caught the unintended glimpse through the steam—Harry's naked form, water glistening on that chiseled physique, and that monstrous endowment swinging as he shifted. Bill froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He was no stranger to desire, but this was different. A familiar heat bloomed in his groin, his own modest two-inch prick twitching pathetically in his trousers. Bill's secret fetish, the cuckold thrill that had simmered in his marriage for years, roared to life. He imagined that massive cock stretching Fleur, his stunning Veela wife, filling her in ways he never could. The thought made his mouth dry, his breath quicken. Quietly, he slipped away, his mind racing with illicit possibilities.
In the cozy sitting room, Fleur lounged by the fire, her silver-blonde hair cascading like liquid moonlight over her shoulders. Bill approached her, his voice low and urgent. "Fleur, ma chérie, I saw something today. Harry... in the bath. He's... incredible. Built like a god, and his cock—it's huge, at least ten inches. Thick, veined, perfect."
Fleur's blue eyes widened, a flush creeping up her porcelain neck. She was hesitant, her full lips parting in surprise. "Bill, what are you saying? Harry is just a boy—a friend. And you... we are married." But Bill pressed on, his excitement palpable. "I know, but you deserve more than this." He gestured vaguely to his lap, where his tiny erection strained futilely. "Imagine it inside you, stretching that tight Veela pussy of yours. I've always wanted to watch, to see you pleasured like you should be. Please, for us."
Fleur bit her lip, her thighs pressing together as arousal dampened her core. The contrast was too tempting—Bill's inadequate nub versus Harry's promised girth. Her pussy clenched at the thought, juices already slickening her folds. "Oh, Bill... if it excites you so much, and if Harry agrees... I suppose I cannot resist such a fantasy." Her voice was breathy, laced with growing desperation.
That night, as the cottage settled into silence, Bill knocked softly on Harry's door. "Harry, could you come to our room? Fleur and I... we need to talk." Harry, dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, followed curiously, his green eyes sharp behind his glasses.
The bedroom was dimly lit by a single candle, casting flickering shadows on the walls adorned with seashells and faded tapestries. Fleur reclined on the large four-poster bed, her body a vision of ethereal seduction.
She wore a sheer, translucent gown of midnight blue silk that clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric so thin it revealed the lacy black bra beneath, which cradled her massive, gravity-defying DD-cup breasts—full, round orbs with pale pink nipples straining against the delicate lace. The gown draped open at the front, exposing the flat plane of her toned stomach and the flare of her wide hips. Below, a matching thong barely covered her smooth, shaved mound, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between the plump, heart-shaped cheeks of her ass. Her legs, long and shapely, stretched out languidly, ending in delicate feet with painted toes. Fleur's Veela heritage amplified her allure: her skin glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, soft as velvet and scented with a faint, intoxicating floral musk mixed with her natural feminine aroma. Her breasts heaved with each breath, threatening to spill from the bra, while her ass, plush and firm, invited touch. The sight hit Harry like a Stunning Spell—his cock instantly tented his trousers, throbbing against the fabric as blood rushed south.
Bill sat in a worn armchair beside the bed, his face flushed. "Harry, sit. I... I have a confession. I saw you earlier, in the bath. Your body—it's magnificent. And I have this fetish, a cuckold thing. I want to watch you fuck Fleur. She wants it too, especially after I told her about your size." Harry's arousal overrode any shock; his eyes devoured Fleur, who gazed at him with hooded eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Without a word, he nodded, stepping forward. "Fleur, stand up," he commanded softly, his voice husky. She rose gracefully, her five-foot-seven frame towering elegantly in her heels, the gown whispering against her skin.
Harry closed the distance, cupping her face in his strong hands and crashing his lips against hers in a deep, devouring kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her—hints of wine and desire. Fleur moaned throatily into the kiss, "Mmmhhh~", her body melting against his. Harry's hands roamed, gripping the thin gown and tearing it apart with a sharp rip, the silk shredding easily to reveal her lingerie-clad form. His palms slid over her shoulders, down her arms, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin, warm and flawless. He cupped her heavy breasts through the bra, squeezing the soft, yielding flesh that overflowed his grasp, thumbs circling the hardened nipples. "God, these tits are perfect," he growled against her lips, as she moaned into his mouth from the ministrations, "Mmmmmhh~ Mmmph~".
Lower still, his hands kneaded her ass cheeks, fingers digging into the plump, jiggling orbs, the flesh so soft yet resilient it bounced back under his touch. He delivered a firm spank, the crack echoing softly, leaving a pink handprint on her pale globe.
Fleur gasped, pulling back from the kiss, her eyes glazed with lust. "Oooooh~, Harry, spank me harder~," she purred sluttily, her French accent thickening with arousal. Bill, in his chair, had his trousers open, his tiny two-inch cock in hand, stroking furiously, pre-cum beading at the tip as he watched his wife's submission. Harry obliged, spanking her again and again, the sound of slapping and her moans echoing in the room.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Aaaaahn~" "Yes! Harder!" "Ooooh!~" "Aahn~! Harry! Spank me moreee~!"
Fleur's hands fumbled with his shirt, yanking it off to reveal his chiseled torso—rippling abs, defined chest dusted with dark hair. She traced the lines with her nails, moaning "Aaaahn~" into his mouth as his spanks grew firmer.
Satisfied with her warmed-up state, Harry gripped her waist and threw her onto the bed face-down, her ass presented in doggy position on all fours. The mattress dipped under her weight, her knees spreading wide, thong taut between her cheeks.
Harry knelt behind her, burying his face into that magnificent ass—the cheeks so massive and soft, like warm pillows scented with her musky arousal and a hint of lavender soap. He inhaled deeply, the earthy, feminine smell of her crack filling his lungs, intoxicating. His teeth grazed the flesh of her asscheeks, biting down gently then harder, marking the pale skin with red imprints. "This ass is mine tonight," he murmured, tongue bathing her ass in his spit, tasting the salt of her skin.
Fleur arched her back, pushing back against him, fluids already leaking from her pussy, trailing slick down her inner thighs in glistening rivulets. "Nnngh~ Yes! Lick me, Harry! Bite me! Your mouth feels so good~," she whimpered throaty and slutty, her voice vibrating with need.
Bill's strokes quickened, his small prick leaking steadily as he fixated on Harry's dominance. Harry hooked his fingers into her thong, tearing it away with a snap, exposing her dripping pussy—pink, swollen lips parted, clit peeking out engorged, and the tight pucker of her asshole above.
He dove in, face pressed into the crack, tongue lapping from her soaked folds up to her rosebud. The taste exploded on his tongue: tangy, sweet nectar from her Veela cunt, mixed with the musky tang of her ass. He sucked her clit, then plunged his tongue into her hole, fucking her with it while his nose rubbed her perineum. Fleur bucked, her massive tits swaying beneath her, bra straining. "Oh fuck, Harry! Lick my pussy deeper~ Aaaahn~!" she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm built. He alternated, rimming her ass with wet, slurping sounds, fingers spreading her cheeks wide.
The intensity peaked and Fleur shattered, her pussy clenching around nothing as she squirted. A hot gush of sweet, clear fluid spraying Harry's face, soaking his chin and shirt. "AAAAAHHN~! I'M CUMMING! HARRY, YESSS~!" she wailed, throaty and desperate, thighs quaking. Bill, overwhelmed, grunted softly, his tiny cock spurting a few pathetic droplets onto his hand before his eyes rolled back, and he slumped in the chair, passed out from the sheer erotic overload.
Harry wiped his face with a grin, rising to his knees on the bed. Fleur panted, ass still up, but he grabbed her hair gently, turning her around, guiding her face to his crotch. "Smell me first," he ordered, pressing her nose into the damp fabric of his underwear. The musky scent of his arousal—sweaty, masculine, with a hint of soap—filled her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering. "Mmm, your cock smells so good, so big and manly~," she cooed sluttily.
With a flick of wandless magic, Harry vanished his underwear, his ten-inch beast springing free—thick as her wrist, veins pulsing, head flared and leaking pre-cum, balls heavy and hairy, towered above her face.
Fleur's eyes widened in awe, her pussy throbbing anew at the sight and the overpowering musk emanating from it. She leaned in, kissing the shaft reverently, lips soft and wet. "It's huge... I need it," she moaned, sniffing along the length, tongue darting out to lick from base to tip, savoring the salty skin. She engulfed the head, swallowing inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, gagging slightly at the girth stretching her jaw. Saliva drooled from her lips, dripping in thick strings onto her bra-clad breasts, soaking the lace. She pulled off to lick his balls, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, the wrinkled skin tasting of his sweat. "Nnngh~ Your balls are so full, Harry. I want your cum~," she begged, voice muffled and throaty.
Harry groaned, guiding her head faster, but then she pushed him back to lie on the bed, the sheets rumpling beneath his muscular form. Straddling his thighs, Fleur unclasped her bra, her massive tits bouncing free—perfect teardrops, soft yet perky, nipples erect like cherries. She pressed them around his cock, the velvety warmth enveloping him as she slid up and down, the slick from her mouth lubricating the valley. "Feel my tits on your big dick~," she purred, squeezing them tighter.
Then she added her mouth, licking the tip peeking out, combining the titjob with sloppy sucks. The sensation was overwhelming—her breasts' pillowy softness, the wet heat of her tongue. Harry thrust up, grunting, until he erupted. Ropes of thick, hot cum painted her face—splattering cheeks, lips, forehead—and cascaded down to coat her heaving breasts, pearlescent strands dripping from her nipples.
Fleur licked her lips, savoring the salty, creamy taste, but her desperation peaked. "Fuck me now, Harry! Please, fill my pussy with that monster cock!" she begged, rubbing her soaked folds against his thigh, smearing it with her pussy juice. But Harry shook his head, waving his hand to clean the cum magically, the evidence vanishing. "Not yet. I want to worship that Veela body first."
He flipped her onto her back, the bed creaking, and began a kinky exploration of her Veela body. Starting at her neck, he nuzzled the sensitive hollows, inhaling her floral perfume mixed with fresh sweat, tongue tracing her pulse. "So soft here," he murmured, sucking lightly to leave a mark.
Then he lifted her arm, revealing her smooth, freshly-shaven armpit. He buried his nose in it, deeply sniffing the scent of her fragrant sweat, Then he licked it, tasting the salt. "Aaaahn That's so dirty, Harry! Lick my pits~," she moaned sluttily, arching.
His mouth found her breasts, sucking one nipple deep, the areola pebbling under his assault while he kneaded the other, feeling the heavy, yielding flesh mold to his fingers like warm dough. He bit gently, eliciting "Mmmhhh~ Harder on my tits!"
Her stomach next—flat and toned, he tongued the navel, tasting the light sheen of sweat. Thighs parted wide, he sniffed the musky juncture between her legs, licking the inner softness of her thighs. Then he lifted her feet, licking up her smooth calves, then sucking her toes one by one. The kinky actions made her giggles turn to moans. "Nnngh~ Worship every inch, yes~!" Fleur moaned like a bitch in heat, pussy dripping onto the sheets, the wet heat radiating, her folds glistening with arousal.
Finally, he positioned himself between her legs in missionary, her heels hooking his waist. His cockhead nudged her entrance, the size making her gasp. "It's so big... stretch me," she whispered. He thrust in slowly, inch by veiny inch, her tight Veela pussy gripping like a vice—hot, velvety walls fluttering, juices squelching around him. The sensation was exquisite: her inner heat enveloping him, the drip of her wetness coating his balls. Fleur's eyes rolled back. "OH GOD, IT'S TOO BIG! DEEPER, HARRY!" she screamed, nails raking his back.
He pounded steadily, the bedframe thumping rhythmically, her tits bouncing wildly. Sweat beaded on their skin, the room filling with the slap of flesh and her throaty cries. She came first, pussy convulsing, milking him as she squirted around his shaft. "I'M CUMMING! FILL ME~ AAAAHN~!"
Harry flipped her to doggy without pulling out, her ass cheeks spreading as he re-entered from behind, deeper now, balls slapping her clit. The angle hit her G-spot relentlessly, her walls clenching. "Fuck my pussy harder! Pound me like a slut!" she begged, pushing back. He gripped her hips, bruising the soft flesh, thrusting savagely. The musk of their joining—sweat, pussy, cock—hung heavy. They climaxed together; Fleur's orgasm ripped through her, squirting again, while Harry flooded her depths with hot, thick spurts, cum overflowing to drip down her thighs. "Take my cum, Fleur! So tight," he groaned.
Not done, he pulled out, cum leaking from her gaping pussy, and aimed for her ass. Lubed by their juices, he pressed in, the ring yielding slowly to his girth. "Your ass is even tighter... fuck," he hissed, the intense heat of her wall enveloping him. Fleur howled, "AAAHHH~! DEEPER IN MY ASS! RAPE IT WITH YOUR COCK!" He obliged, pounding her cheeks red, the jiggle hypnotic. She squirted onto his thighs and balls, the warm spray soaking him, as another orgasm hit. Harry followed, pumping rope after rope into her bowels, the flood filling her until it leaked out. "CUM IN MY ASS! YES~!"
Exhausted, they collapsed, bodies entwined. Harry kissed her deeply, tongues lazy now, a promise in the touch—of future nights, stolen moments. "We'll do this again," he whispered. Fleur smiled, nestling into his muscular chest, the warmth of his embrace lulling her. Bill stirred faintly in the chair, but they ignored him, drifting to sleep in each other's arms, the sea's whisper their lullaby.