69 Bound.

When Harry finally pulled out, Hermione was left panting and trembling. "Oh my God," she gasped, "that was..." Words failed her.

Fleur chuckled, a sound that was both sweet and sinister. "But we're not done yet," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's try something else, shall we?"

With a flick of her wand, the ropes around Hermione's wrists loosened, allowing her to move her arms but keeping her ankles bound apart. Harry watched with interest as Fleur climbed over Hermione, straddling her face. The French beauty's pussy hovered just above Hermione's mouth, glistening with arousal. "Now, you get to taste me," she instructed, her voice low and sultry.

Hermione didn't need any further encouragement. She opened her mouth and began to lick and suck on Fleur's clit, her eyes widening as she tasted the sweetness of her friend's desire. Fleur's hips began to rock slightly, and she moaned, her hands tangling in Hermione's hair as she guided her movements. Harry, not to be left out, took position between Fleur's spread legs, his cock already hard again from the sight of the two of them together.

With a flick of his wrist, Harry conjured two more velvet ropes, and in a flash of inspiration, bound Fleur's legs around Hermione's head, creating a perfect 69 position. The sight of their bodies entwined was almost too much to handle; the room seemed to pulse with the energy of their passion.

Harry positioned his cock at Fleur entrance, right above Hermiones face, and shoved into Fleur with a grin. The French witch's moan was muffled by Hermione's eager mouth as she began to devour her pussy, her tongue flicking and probing with newfound enthusiasm. Harry watched in amazement as Hermione's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her tongue lapping at his lover's clit.

Fleur's legs tightened around Hermione's head, her movements becoming more erratic as the pleasure built. Harry thrust deeper, feeling the warmth of Hermione's mouth on his balls with every stroke. The sensation was exquisite, and he knew he wouldn't last long. He could feel the tension in Fleur's body as she approached her climax, her muscles tightening around his cock.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as she tasted Fleur's juices, the potion making everything so much more intense. The feeling of being used, of being the object of their desire, was intoxicating. She lapped at Fleur's clit, eager to make her scream.

Fleur threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as Harry pounded into her. She could feel Hermione's warm breath against her pussy, the soft, wet sounds of her sucking and licking only adding to the delicious friction of Harry's cock inside her. "Oh, mon dieu," she moaned, her body writhing in ecstasy.

Harry then shoved Fleurs head back down into Hermiones pussy, making sure she didn't miss a beat of her delicious task. He felt like a king, his cock buried deep in the most beautiful French witch in the world while his girlfriend eagerly devoured her from below.

Fleur's moans grew louder and more erratic, and Harry knew she was close. He reached down and gently pinched her nipples, eliciting a muffled scream from her as Hermione's tongue danced around her clit. The sight of the two of them was almost too much to handle, but Harry held on, pushing himself deeper into Fleur.

With a sudden jolt, Fleur's body tensed, and she came, her juices spilling into Hermione's mouth as she screamed her release. Hermione swallowed eagerly, her eyes watering from the intensity of her own arousal. Harry felt her muscles clench around his cock, and with a roar, he came again, filling her up once more.

The three of them collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and sated sighs. The potion had done its work, leaving them all craving more, and Harry could see the hunger in their eyes as they looked at each other. The night was still young, and the castle of lust had so much more to offer.