Godfather And Godson - Chapter 147

The kiss doesn’t last nearly as long as it feels it did, after a quick peck on the lips, Harry moved his head to her shoulder, seemingly hugging her like someone would hug a very close friend.

Harry couldn’t help but feel impressed as he laid above Fleur in a missionary position, his full length hidden inside her, stealing her v.i.r.g.i.n.i.t.y in the process. Fleur’s reaction was a wanton m.o.a.n as her allure intensified further, proving once and for all that she was made for love. Her arms wrapped around his body a moment later, pulling him back down for the same frenzied kiss from before as she lost the last semblance of control, getting affected by her own allure as well.

Since she wasn’t showing even the slightest discomfort, Harry decided to cut loose, curious just how much the amazing example of beauty could handle. He pulled himself back for a moment, only to impale her mercilessly once again. She just m.o.a.n.e.d, enjoying the way her swollen lips were being invaded.

“Harder, faster!” she murmured deliriously the moment they separated for a small break. Harry was a gentleman, so he followed her instructions to the letter, his h.i.p.s pushing forward even harder as she tightened around him.

He was wrapped in the tightest feeling he has ever experienced while being bombarded by allure without restriction. Even with his well fotifude mind that much allure all at once and in such a brute force was a struggle not to explode early. He doubted if was a run of the mill wizard he wouldn’t have lasted a minute inside of her.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked as he continued ramming into her like a siege weapon while bringing one of his hands to her b.r.e.a.s.t and started mauling it mercilessly.

“Yes, oh, yes!” Fleur m.o.a.n.e.d out loud as Harry continued to explore deep within her with rapid hard thrust. “Do it harder! Yes, oh, YES”

“As you wish,” Harry answered as he brought his other hand up to the invasion of her perfect mounds, digging into her supple flesh and squeezing her n.i.p.p.l.es. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Harry prevented it by starting another heated kiss, his rhythmic beats slamming in repeatedly. Her legs tightened around his waist even tighter, helping him slam inside harder and harder.

“Oh, f.u.c.k, I’m almost there you magnificent stud,” Fleur cried wantonly, her body managing to do the impossible and getting even tighter. Harry decided that her p.u.s.s.y was actually magical. There was no other way to explain it.

“I’m close as well, loosen your legs,” Harry said despite not wanting her to actually do that. He knew how fertile Veela were the legends were all there in wizarding history. Put your d.i.c.k in once and out pops a baby.

Creatures like Veela, S.u.c.c.u.b.u.s, Nymphs, Fey, Dryads, Mermaids, and other such creatures thrive on producing children with wizard blood.

“Please, Harry. Just a minute more,” Fleur m.o.a.n.e.d louder, her legs turning into a steel trap impossible to escape, showing that her s.e.xy figure was hiding an impressive strength. As she acted on her veela heritage, giving into her primal d.e.s.i.r.es.

“It’s too dangerous,” Harry said, but his body acted in complete contrast against his caring words, continuing his merciless impaling.

“Oh, oh, oh … OH!” Fleur cried, each louder than the last, making Harry’s o.r.g.a.s.m build up to a point impossible to contain. Then, the inevitable happened and she clamped around his shaft tightly, her wild gushing marking the moment of her o.r.g.a.s.m.

Harry too couldn’t control his already loosened frayed will, and erupted instantly, filling her insides to the brim. “You’re a goddess,” Harry murmured into her ear as he laid on top of her, intentionally letting her bear his full weight, just another reminder of his conquest.

“Yes, yes, YES!” she cried deliriously, each word layered with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his wild heart.

He must be in heaven Harry decided. There was no other explanation to find such a beautiful veela untouched, ready to be molded into the ultimate s.e.x.u.a.l being. He discarded the slightest hint of control, tugging her hair hard enough to be painful, forcing her into a wanton kiss while he got right back to it – skewering her entrance repeatedly.

Fleur tried to ask him to slow down, but his lips worked wonders to prevent her arguments. Her d.e.s.i.r.e to complain didn’t last long, soon drowned in a wave of allure. Harry spanked her, hard enough to make her yelp painfully.

The allure dispersed momentarily, but it didn’t prevent her from m.o.a.ning out while she was being pinned between his body and the pool’s floor. Under his merciless assault, however, it didn’t take long for her allure to thicken once more, only to dispel under another slap to her bubble b.u.t.t.

This time Fleur c.u.ms again on the spot, clutching at the pool’s edge for dear life, her insides trying to push him out and draw him in with their tight squeezing in equal measure. But Harry barely notices as he grabs her h.i.p.s and begins to f.u.c.k her. There’s nothing romantic about it, nothing slow or sensual. It’s pure, animalistic f.u.c.k.i.n.g, and as Harry laid into her, Fleur shouted her praise to the ceiling in support.

“Yes! F.u.c.k me Harry, F.U.C.K ME! Take me, you big d.i.c.ked wizard! Pound me silly! F.u.c.k your little Veela whore!”

Harry is all too happy to do so. His c.o.c.k pounds into Fleur from behind time and time again, ramming into the m.o.a.ning MILF of a veela with all his might. Grabbing a fistful of her silky, silver-blonde hair with one hand and a handful of her a.s.s with the other, Harry grunts as he speeds up, and Fleur positively SCREAMS as she climaxes again and again around his rampaging, ravishing c.o.c.k.

It filled her deep insides, banging up against the entrance of her w.o.m.b, and demanding entry, leaving her with nothing but an ocean of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to drown in, her eyes long since fully rolled back in her skull, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her cries turn completely unintelligible and utterly incoherent.

By the time Harry c.u.ms inside of her for the last time that evening, Fleur is panting for breath and m.o.a.ning for more. His seed fills her w.o.m.b, and she shudders and shakes her way through one last o.r.g.a.s.m before he pulls out of her.

His hand comes down for a light pat on her a.s.s as she twitches on the floor totally and utterly f.u.c.k.e.d silly.

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