Doggystyle Veela

French windows revealed the moonlit garden outside, the silver light casting an ethereal glow across the rumpled sheets. Harry couldn't resist the urge to admire the two beautiful witches before him. Their skin, flushed from their recent exertion, was a canvas of sensual art, painted with the strokes of desire and love. He felt a swell of pride knowing that he owned the castle where such beauty and passion unfolded.

Fleur smirked him and began kissing her way down Hermiones body, her tongue flicking against her nipples and belly button as she went. Harry watched, his cock already beginning to stir again as he took in the sight of the two witches. Hermione's eyes met his, and he could see the hunger in them, a hunger that matched his own. He knew that the night was far from over.

He grinned and he positioned his cock behind Fleur and aimed at her pussy, her wetness evident from the slick sounds of her own arousal. She spread her legs wider for him, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted. He pushed into her, the head of his cock parting her folds, and she moaned into Hermione's pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through both of them.

Hermione gripped Fleur hair holding her mouth tightly to her pussy as she watched Harry fuck the blonde goddess from behind. Her eyes were glossy with lust and her cheeks flushed with the excitement of the new experience. The feeling of Fleur's tongue against her own folds was a revelation, a dance of sensation that was both soft and insistent.

As Harry's rhythm grew stronger, so did Fleur's, her mouth devouring Hermione with an enthusiasm that was matched only by the way her hips rocked back to meet his thrusts. The sound of their lovemaking grew louder, a symphony of wet, slapping sounds and muffled cries that echoed in the large, empty room.

Hermione's legs began to tremble as she approached another orgasm, her eyes locked onto Harry's in the mirror above the bed. His gaze was intense, filled with the same fiery desire that was burning through her. She could see his muscles strain as he pushed deeper, his grip on Fleur's hips tightening with every thrust.

Fleur's moans grew louder, her body writhing under the dual **** of Harry's cock and her own tongue. She was lost in a world of pleasure, her mind a whirlwind of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. Hermione felt a twinge of envy mixed with excitement, knowing that she would soon experience what it was like to have Harry inside her again.

The bed creaked under their combined weight as Harry picked up the pace, driving into Fleur with all his might. Hermione's eyes widened in amazement as she watched Fleur's body stretch to accommodate him, her own pussy clenching with anticipation. She could feel her orgasm building again, a pressure that grew with every stroke of Fleur's tongue and slap of Harry's hips against her ass.

Fleur's eyes fluttered shut, her mouth working feverishly as she sucked and licked at Hermione's clit. Harry's hands were a blur, his fingers digging into her flesh as he claimed her with a primal need that left no doubt about who was in charge. The room was a cocoon of lust, insulating them from the outside world, where only pleasure mattered.

With a scream that was muffled by Hermione's thighs, Fleur came hard, her pussy clamping down on Harry's cock like a vice. Harry groaned, his orgasm following closely behind, spilling into her in hot, thick spurts that seemed to never end. The three of them collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled in a sweaty heap of limbs and discarded towels.

They lay there for a moment, their chests rising and falling in unison, the only sound the steady thump of their hearts and the distant hoot of an owl outside. Harry pulled out of Fleur, his cock slick with their combined juices, and rolled onto his side, his hand still resting on Hermione's thigh.

"That was... incredible," Hermione managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from the screams she had been trying to muffle. Fleur looked up at them both, a smug smile playing on her lips as she licked her own juices from her fingers.

"Oui, it was," she agreed, her French accent thick with satisfaction. "But we're not done yet, are we?"

Hermione's eyes sparkled with excitement as she felt Harry's hand slide up her thigh, his thumb gently circling her still-sensitive clit. "Not by a long shot," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

A) Hermione rides Harry

B) Hermione mating press

C) Tie Hermione to the bed. (Fleur and Harry have fun with her)

D) Add.