Fleur Joins.

Fleur watched them, her eyes hooded and filled with desire. She couldn't resist the urge to be a part of this intimate moment, and with a seductive smile, she positioned herself over Harry's face, her legs straddling his head. Harry's eyes widened with lust as he felt her wetness against his mouth, and he eagerly licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her folds as Hermione continued to ride him.

Fleur leaned back, her hand reaching for Hermione's breast, her thumb flicking the hardened nipple. The two women's eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Hermione leaned in, her mouth claiming Fleur's in a passionate kiss that was just as fiery as the one she had shared with Harry moments before. Their tongues danced together as Harry's mouth worked its magic below, each movement of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through Fleur's body.

Their moans and gasps grew louder, the sounds mingling with the cacophony of the jungle night. Hermione could feel herself approaching the brink of climax, her movements growing more erratic, her nails digging into Harry's skin. Fleur's hips began to rock in time with Hermione's, grinding down onto Harry's face. The sensation of their bodies joined in this carnival of pleasure was almost too much to handle.

Suddenly, Harry's hands slid to the base of Fleur's spine, and with a powerful surge, he sat up, still impaled on Hermione, and claimed Fleur's mouth in a kiss that was just as **** as the one he had shared with her. The three of them moved together, their limbs entwined in a beautiful, erotic dance. The potion from the Lust Spitter Plant had them all in its thrall, their desires amplified and unbridled.

Fleur's hand reached down to cup Harry's chin, guiding his mouth back to hers as she leaned back, her breasts pressing against Hermione's. The contact was electric, and Hermione felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the curve of Fleur's nipple before taking it into her mouth. The French witch let out a soft cry, arching her back as Harry's fingers found her clit, expertly playing with it as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

The heat was unbearable, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Harry could feel the tension coiling tighter within him, and he knew he was close. With a grunt, he pulled out of Hermione and flipped her onto her back, his cock still hard and glistening in the firelight. He positioned himself between her legs, and with one hand on her hip, he pushed back inside her. The sensation of filling her up again was intoxicating, and he began to pound into her with an animalistic intensity.

Fleur watched, her eyes glittering with lust, as Harry claimed Hermione. She reached down and began to play with herself, her fingers slipping easily into her wetness as she matched their rhythm. The sight of Harry's bare arse bouncing against Hermione's thighs was almost too much, and she leaned down to kiss him, her tongue delving into his mouth as he fucked the brunette beneath them.

Their moans and gasps grew louder, the sounds mingling with the cacophony of the jungle night. Hermione could feel herself approaching the brink of climax, her movements growing more erratic, her nails digging into Harry's skin. Fleur's hips began to rock in time with Hermione's, grinding down onto Harry's face. The sensation of their bodies joined in this carnival of pleasure was almost too much to handle.

Suddenly, Harry's hands slid to the base of Fleur's spine, and with a powerful surge, he sat up, still impaled on Hermione, and claimed Fleur's mouth in a kiss that was just as **** as the one he had shared with her. The three of them moved together, their limbs entwined in a beautiful, erotic dance. The potion from the Lust Spitter Plant had them all in its thrall, their desires amplified and unbridled.

Fleur's hand reached down to cup Harry's chin, guiding his mouth back to hers as she leaned back, her breasts pressing against Hermione's. The contact was electric, and Hermione felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the curve of Fleur's nipple before taking it into her mouth. The French witch let out a soft cry, arching her back as Harry's fingers found her clit, expertly playing with it as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

The heat was unbearable, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Harry could feel the tension coiling tighter within him, and he knew he was close. With a grunt, he pulled out of Hermione and flipped her onto her back, his cock still hard and glistening in the firelight. He positioned himself between her legs, and with one hand on her hip, he pushed back inside her. The sensation of filling her up again was intoxicating, and he began to pound into her with an animalistic intensity.

Fleur, still straddling Harry's face, felt her own climax approaching. She bucked her hips against Harry's mouth, his tongue flicking against her clit in a rhythm that sent her spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Hermione watched, her own need growing as she saw the pleasure etched on Fleur's face, her body moving in tandem with Harry's. She reached up to cup the blonde's breast, her thumb flicking the hard peak.

The sight of the two of them, so lost in their passion, was too much for Harry to bear. He felt his own orgasm building, his hips driving into Hermione with a fierce, primal need. His mouth moved faster against Fleur, his tongue swirling and licking, eager to bring her to the brink.

Fleur threw her head back and let out a keening wail as she came, her juices spilling onto Harry's eager face. The sound of her pleasure sent Hermione hurtling over the edge as well, her body tightening around Harry's cock, her inner walls pulsing with ecstasy. Harry felt the warm rush of her climax, and with a roar, he came deep inside her, his seed mixing with her wetness.

The three of them collapsed in a heap, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared orgasm. The jungle's cacophony seemed to dim around them, the only sounds their gasps for air and the crackling of the fire. For a moment, there was silence, except for their hearts hammering in their chests.

A)Another Round

B) Wash up

C) Dehydrated (Get water)

D) Add.