Fuck him

Fleur stood up and held up her wand, Ron bracing himself for the oncoming hex.

But when she waved it over him, he didn't feel any pain or discomfort. All he felt was a sudden decrease in his body temperature, which made him open his eyes and see he was now completely naked. His horrible dress robes had been magicked off of him, appearing in Fleur's hands before she threw them over to join her dress.

"What's happening?" He asked, very confused.

Fleur's reply was the point at the towel on the ground, "sit down." She stepped off the towel to give him room, Ron simply standing there like an idiot. "Go on." This pushed him into action and he stepped over to the towel and sat down on it like instructed, still wondering what they could possibly do next.

Fleur watched him sit down whilst her eyes remained completely focused on teen's half hard cock, the french witch then reaching down to grabbed the sides of her soaking wet panties. Ron noticed this and began to watch as Fleur pushed them down before stepping out of them. Now she was only dressed in her high heels, her panties now in her hands.

She then threw them at Ron, the teen's reflexes kicking in and allowing him to catch them. He was so focused on them that he didn't notice Fleur kneeling down until her hands gripped his cock again. He stared down at her and the two shared a smile as she began to stroke his cock, Fleur's eyes gesturing towards the panties

Ron quickly caught on and smirked before lifting the garments to his nose and taking a big sniff, the aroma flying into his nostrils and making him groan as he leaned back so he was laying on the large blue towel.

This got the exact reaction of him that Fleur wanted, his colossal dick beginning to harden from the smell and her stroking of it. After a minute of this, the appendage was fully erect and ready for what came next.

Fleur took a deep breath, unable to believe she was going this far.

She may have sucked off three guys, four now, but that was always as far as it went. She had always been saving herself for the person she expected she would marry. But here she was, in a public bathroom, about to lose her virginity to a teen who would usually act like a caveman whenever he saw a pair of tits. Damn her veela instincts.

She let go of his cock and stood up, Ron noticing this but not taking the panties away from his nose as he looked up at Fleur. She now stood over him, her feet on either side of his hips, directly above his iron hard rod. And before he could ask what she was doing, she suddenly crouched down and lowered her cunt until the tips of his dick touched the entrance.

This got a moan from both of them, Ron pulling the panties away as she pushed herself down more and got the entire head into her. Ron's brain had shut down from the tight grip her cunt hand on his dick, while Fleur's arousal skyrocketed from how her pussy was being stretched.

She was now praising her veela heritage, consciously because it had caused her to be born without a hymen so she didn't have to worry about pain and subconscious for making her want to fuck this giant cock.

She pushed herself down a bit more to get another inch into her, Ron doing everything in his power not to blow his load again. He then felt her pull up before pushing back down and getting another few inches into her chamber, Ron's eyes opening to stare at her chest as she moved up and down to get more of him into her.

After an agonisingly long time, Fleur's pussy finally stretched enough to get almost all of Ron's girth into her. Fleur was taking deep breaths as she placed her hands on Ron's chest, while his went up to grip her hips. The two locked eyes as she lifted herself up one more time before nodding, Ron pulling her down and shoving the last few inches of himself into her.

"FUCK!" Ron yelled as Fleur screamed something in french, both hit with a wave of pleasure from their joining. They rode it out for a moment before once again locking eyes and smiling at one another, both eternally connected as the one who took the others virginity.

Fleur then leaned down and did something unexpected. She kissed him on the lips. Not a quick and simple peck, nor a passionate french snog. But a loving long kiss that last a good few seconds before pulling back and sitting up on him, ready for the real fun to begin.