Beg for it.

Harry smirked as he looked at the eager French girl. He took a step closer and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her closer to his face. "Beg for it," Harry whispered in a commanding tone. "Tell me how much you need it, how much you want it."

Fleur's eyes widened with lust as she looked up at him. "Oh, please Harry," she panted, her voice thick with desire. "I've been such a bad girl, I need to be taught a lesson. I need your big, hard cock inside me, filling me up with your cum."

Her words sent a shiver down Harry's spine, and he felt his cock twitch with excitement. He tightened his grip on her neck, his eyes darkening. "Is that what you want, Fleur? You want to be my little breeding toy?"

"Yes, Harry, yes!" Fleur moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel you claim me, make me yours."

With a feral grin, Harry bent down and scooped her up, his cock still dripping with Luna's juices. He carried her over to a patch of soft dirt, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands clutching his shoulders. The cool earth met her skin as he laid her down, and she spread her legs eagerly, offering herself to him. He positioned himself at her entrance and without further hesitation, plunged into her with a **** that made the ground tremble beneath them.

Her moans filled the air as he fucked her in the dirt, her hips rising to meet each of his powerful thrusts. Harry's cock, still slick from Luna, slid in and out of Fleur's tight pussy, the friction of her walls sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the warmth of the earth beneath him, the grit of the soil mixing with their sweat as they moved together. The scent of sex and earth mingled in the air, a heady aroma that only added to the intensity of the moment.

Fleur's eyes rolled back in her head as Harry's cock hit all the right spots, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, Harry," she whispered, "you're so good at this."

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You like being my little slut."

Fleur's eyes snapped open, and she glared up at him. "Don't call me that," she spat, even as her body betrayed her, writhing and bucking against his cock. But Harry just chuckled, enjoying the way her nipples tightened with every insult. He knew she loved it, the dirty talk, the degradation. It was all just part of the game.

"But you are, aren't you?" Harry said, driving into her even harder. "My little French slut, begging for more."

Fleur's grip on his shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his flesh. "Don't... don't stop," she panted, the pleasure overriding any pretense of dignity.

"Say it or I stop." Harry warned

Fleur bit her bottom lip, her body screaming for more. "I... I am your slut," she conceded, her voice breathy and strained.

"That's what I thought," Harry growled, his hips pumping faster as he claimed her. The sound of their skin slapping against each other grew louder, echoing through the quiet castle corridor.

Fleur's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and arousal as she felt Harry's cock fill her completely. She never knew she had such a submissive side, but here, in this world, it felt so natural to give in to him. Her body responded eagerly to his rough treatment, her pussy clenching around him, **** for his cum.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Luna watched the scene unfold before them, their own desire growing with every second. Luna's hand had moved from her mouth to her clit, her hips rocking gently as she watched Harry fuck Fleur senseless. Hermione had propped herself up on her elbows, her legs still splayed open, her fingers working magic on her swollen clit. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched Harry claim Fleur, but she knew she'd have her turn again soon.

As Harry's strokes grew more intense, so did the sounds of pleasure from both him and Fleur. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper. Harry's grip on her neck tightened, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered more filthy words in her ear.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you, slut?" Harry demanded, his voice strained with his own building climax.

"Y-yes," Fleur gasped, her eyes never leaving his as she felt herself teetering on the edge. "I'm going to come for you, Harry."

With that, she threw her head back, her long hair fanning out around her as she cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her body shaking with the power of her orgasm. Harry groaned, feeling her tighten around him, and knew he wasn't far behind. He pumped into her a few more times before he too reached his peak, filling her with his hot cum.

Fleur's legs went limp as Harry pulled out of her, collapsing into the dirt. He looked down at her, panting and sweaty, a smug smile on his face. "Good girl," he said, patting her head.

A) Hermiones turn again

B) Harry has the three put on a show. (Lesbian threesome)

C) A crowd gathers to watch.

D) add.