Heads turned all over Heathrow. It was understandable, considering two ten-out-of-tens were walking the concourse. Fleur had put her platinum hair into curls which bounced against her exposed shoulders. She'd picked a dress that showed skin below her neck and was form fitting on her killer body. That part she didn't really have a say in; Fleur's body was so stacked that she made any dress bulge when she squeezed into it. Fleur didn't think of that as a problem. She loved looking good.
Wanda was less used to it. Being a superhero was like being a celebrity… but for the last few years, she'd been on the run and in hiding. If someone was looking at her then she had done something wrong.
Right now, people were looking at her alright. She was wearing a dress that was more modest than Fleur's, but she made it look elegant and beautiful. Lavender would be so proud if she could see Wanda now, dressed up and making full use of the makeover she and Parvati offered the former avenger.
Wanda's head kept swiveling back and forth as guys drooled over her and her friend. Eventually, she satisfied herself looking down at her feet and avoiding eye contact. Nobody approached the two beauties even though everyone was ogling them. That's because between them was Harry.
He'd gotten dressed up. He HATED doing that. Still, this was a special occasion, so he made it work. It was time to get in the habit of looking good. They arrived in New York tomorrow, with Wanda's trial coming two days after that. Harry was ready to make a good impression, even on a bunch of stuffy sanctum wizards who probably hated the thought of him.
The girls were walking with no luggage. Wanda didn't have anything other than new clothes to bring with her. Fleur had an entire closet full of things she "Could not travel wizzout." All of it, plus Harry's own luggage, was packed into the suitcase Harry was pulling. None of the muggles looking at them would guess it was charmed to be a hundred times bigger on the inside.
"Ah! Here eez our gate!" Fleur said.
They stopped in front of the seats for Gate E27, the same one named on their tickets. Outside, a big muggle jet was parked and ready to be boarded. It was strange, traveling this way, but for some reason Fleur said she had always wanted to fly, and Wanda was eager not to deal with a Portkey trip when they didn't have to, no matter how much faster that would've been.
"Zis will be so fun," Fleur said happily.
She even enjoyed the period of waiting that followed, first standing near their gate and then waiting in line. The novelty was making it exciting to her. As a pureblood, she was fascinated with more advanced examples of magical technology.
Even Fleur didn't want the FULL travel experience, though. Economy class sounded boorish, she declared. They'd busted out a little bit of Harry's enormous fortune in order to get a first class cabin all to themselves. They'd be flying in luxury.
When they arrived in their cabin they found it complete with a leather couch that could fold out into a bed and another two seats. There was a TV built into the wall in case they got bored. Harry got the feeling they wouldn't be looking at it too much.
Case in point, Fleur closed the door behind them immediately and pushed him into one of the cabin's seats.
She crawled onto the seat next to him on her hands and knees, lifting her curvy butt in the air and wiggling it back and forth.
"You carried all of my luggage for so veeery long," Fleur said. "I need to express my thanks."
She kissed Harry, beginning to make out with him. While her tongue was deep in her mouth, her hands danced up above Harry's shoulder and slid the seatbelt out. She brought it down and clicked it into place next to his hip.
"Zafety first," Fleur said. "Won't you do mine?"
She sat down and looked at Harry innocently. DECEPTIVELY innocently. Harry knew his wife well. She only looked like that when she was in a dirty mood.
He grabbed her seatbelt. He slid it over her body, slowing down around her chest.
"Hmm. I'm having a hard time getting it all the way down. Something's blocking it," Harry said. "Let's see if I can fix that."
He grabbed her big bulging breasts and squeezed them down, removing the "obstacle" and getting a strong grope in at the same time.
"NNNNHH!" Fleur moaned, throwing her head back with delight.
The two of them started making out. Harry put a hand up her dress and wriggled his fingers under her panties, grabbing her pussy. Wanda shook her head while watching them.
"We haven't even taken off yet, you two," Wanda said.
Fleur tilted her head out from around Harry's "Do not worry Wanda! You will get plenty of time with 'im before we land on ze other side of ze Atlantic."
And she went back to kissing her husband, her insides moistening around his plunging fingers. Occasionally, she would raise her voice slightly, playing a dangerous game. They couldn't safely use magic on a muggle plane after all.
They would have to stay quiet.
ONE HOUR AFTER TAKEOFF.
"Shhh. Shhh. You can take it, Wanda," Harry cooed.
They were on the couch, which had been turned into its bed state. Harry was pressed on Wanda from above with his hands cupped over her mouth to stifle her moans while his dick pounded her pussy. Fleur was on the other side of the bed, her dress ripped off and cum all over her face, her pussy leaking. She had gone first. By the time she was out of commission, Wanda had been more than ready to join in, no matter the risk of getting caught.
The springs in the foldout bed squeaked as they were pushed beyond what they'd been designed for. Wanda's legs stood straight up as she cummed on Harry's dick.
"MMMPPPHHH," Wanda moaned, her voice threatening to leak out to the rest of the plane if Harry lost his grip.
That risk just made the sex hotter.
TWO HOURS AFTER TAKEOFF.
"Ulk! Ulk! Ulk!" Fleur said.
Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed. They'd turned on the TV and put on a movie in between rounds of sex, but it hadn't taken Fleur long to lean over into his lap and start sucking his dick. Her lips were suctioned around the bottom of his shaft as she repeatedly gulped and slurped his dick. Now, it was Wanda laying on the other side of the bed, passed out with cum on her.
Harry reached behind his wife and put two fingers in her pussy. She was so wet it felt like putting his fingers into canned peaches. After fingering her for a few seconds, until she was right on the edge of cumming, he took his fingers out and slapped her ass hard.
Her cheeks jiggled and Fleur squirted, spraying her juices on the complimentary sheets.
"Oops?" Harry said.
Maybe they could get away with one cleaning charm when the plane landed without frying the machinery in the cockpit.
THREE HOURS AFTER TAKEOFF.
"The stewardesses are very attractive," Fleur remarked.
It was hard to hear her over the sound of Wanda's ass clapping into Harry's lap.
Harry looked over from the seat he and Wanda were sharing, the Scarlet Witch's legs spread while she twerked her pussy on his pecker. "Where did that come from?"
"I noticed it when we boarded the flight," Fleur said. "Zey are all very young. I think zat some of zem are foreign. Ze one with olive skin eez a particular catch…"
Harry looked warningly at her. "Fleur, those ladies are trying to do their jobs. Don't do anything that would make their lives harder, please."
Fleur smiled at him.
"Oh, I would never!" Fleur said.
She went back to her book. Wanda moaned: "Ahhhhnng…" Harry felt her cumming and shot a load inside of her, giving her womb a fresh virile filling.
FOUR HOURS AFTER TAKEOFF.
Another break between rounds had been interrupted the same way as the earlier one, with Fleur unable to resist taking a taste of Harry's cock. In her own words, the flavor only got better and better the more rounds they went. This time, as she lay horizontally across the foldout bed bobbing her head on Harry's dick, Wanda stepped in.
The superheroine got behind Fleur and held onto her hips. She buried her face in the French veela's crotch, eating her pussy from behind. Harry felt Fleur's mouth shudder around his dick.
Harry got Fleur's beautiful hair in his hands, watching it shine like a pearl in the light coming from the open airplane window.
Harry plunged Fleur's head down, facefucking her hard while Wanda messily ate her pussy and ass.
SIX HOURS AFTER TAKEOFF.
Someone knocked on the door to the cabin. Fleur opened it a crack, smiling at the nineteen year old stewardess on the other side. It happened to be the girl with moderately dark skin that Fleur had remarked about earlier.
"Did I wake you?" the stewardess asked apologetically, mistaking Fleur's messy hair for bedhead.
"Non, your timing was perfect," Fleur said.
The stewardess smiled, although her expression started to look a little troubled as she heard… STRANGE noises coming from the cabin behind this woman. It sounded like someone was punching something.
"It's time for the complimentary dinner," the stewardess said. "Can I interest you in—"
"That's alright," Fleur interrupted. "I have just eaten, and my husband is taking his meal right now."
The stewardess started to hear something else to go with the fearsome noises. It sounded like a woman was groaning. In pain?
Concerned, she leaned to the side subtly so that she could see behind Fleur.
The stewardess gasped and covered her mouth with both her hands. On the floor of a cabin, a stunning man with a chiseled face and tousled hair had a gorgeous brunette bent over. The woman's forehead was on the ground like she was praying. Instead of punches, the impacts the stewardess had heard were the man's pelvic thrusts slamming into this woman's ass.
Fleur followed where she was looking. She smiled and leaned over to the stewardess.
"Would you like to come in?" she whispered.
"I— I— I'm working…" the stewardess stammered.
Fleur touched her side, running a few sultry fingers along the woman's body.
"Is that your final answer?" Fleur asked.
SEVEN HOURS AFTER TAKEOFF.
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" were the repeated moans coming from the stewardess.
Her name was Andrea. You could see it on her nametag, which was fixed on her blazer, which had been thrown on the floor along with the rest of her clothes. Wanda and Fleur lounged on the bed watching Harry, who had Andrea perched in his lap, her arms on the wall for support while Harry repeatedly pushed her hips down to drive his dick into her pussy.
Fleur looked over to Wanda, who was watching Harry ravage the stewardess while her own pussy leaked his last load.
"I told you she would be a wonderful addition," Fleur said.
Wanda started touching her pussy, ignoring the cum spewing from it as she started to masturbate.
"Yeah…" Wanda groaned, fingering herself. "You have a great eye for talent."
"Oui. I chose you, after all," Fleur said.
EIGHT HOURS AFTER TAKEOFF.
"Where the FUCK is Andrea? We're supposed to land in thirty minutes!" shouted the head stewardess.
She was a blond woman in her early thirties who'd still retained her youthful looks. She was speaking to two of her coworkers, a black American woman and a brunette from Germany, both of whom were Andrea's age.
"I don't know," the American girl said. "Last I saw her, she was in the first class section. I think she disappeared near that cabin."
"This one?" the head stewardess asked, stopping in front of the cabin the other girl pointed to.
She knocked. "Hello? Have you seen a stewardess named Andrea…"
She didn't finish her question because she heard what was undeniably Andrea's voice. Scowling, she grabbed the door and threw it open.
The scent of sex bathed the three women. Andrea was there, passed out in the lap of one of the most handsome men imaginable. Two beauties on par with him were in other parts of the compartment, all of them naked. It was obvious what they'd been doing. The three new stewardesses found themselves staring at the fucked silly grin on Andrea's unconscious face.
"Hello!" Fleur said. She waved, making her massive breasts sway. Even these straight women couldn't help but follow her nipples with their eyes. "We 'ave a bit of time before ze plane lands. Why don't you come inside?"
ON THE TARMAC OF JFK INTERNATIONAL.
Harry finished buttoning the collar of his formal shirt. He pulled on the cuffs of his sleeves and nodded. Looking over, he smiled at Wanda and Fleur, both of whom were dressed as they'd been when boarding the plane.
"Shall we go?" he asked.
Fleur and Wanda linked their arms with his. The three of them stepped out, joining the procession of passengers leaving the airplane. Behind them, in the cabin, four stewardesses were scattered around, their clothes torn off and their wet pussies aching. All three of the women who came looking for Andrea had been reduced to the exact state they found her in. Under Harry's clothes, written in marker on his forearm, were four phone numbers.
The stewardesses knew it was a longshot they would ever see him again. But after what he did to them, it was worth taking the chance.
"Shall we explore New York?" Harry asked.
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