He cums all over her

Even the constrained view of Fleur’s womanhood is overwhelming. Ron clenches his jaw and strains to hold in his jizz, but he’s no match for the Veela’s charm. His cheeks turn purple and his eyes roll back, drawing Fleur’s concerned gaze to his face. “My my, Ronald, est-ce que tu vas bien? Tes joues deviennent rouges comme-“

Her accent pushes him over the edge, he splutters in defeat and he splurges his seed directly into her face. She coughs and gargles the thick sperm, reeling back and raising her hands in defensive surprise, but she fails to block the bulk of Ron’s cum. It splatters across her cheeks, covers her hands, and coats her chest and legs thoroughly. She’s blinded by the splash of semen in her eyes, which she wipes away repeatedly as Ron continues discharging ropes of cum onto her face.

Ron shudders, bucking repeatedly as his balls drain, and can barely squeak his pleasure through his body-wracking ejaculation. Fleur, bathing in cum and thoroughly startled, stammers, “Bon Dieu, quoi? Il y en a telle-uggugugh-ell-ungk-ement, Ronald! Comment vas-tu gurk-encore?! Arrête s'il-te-plaît! Gurgle C'est trop! Je suis choqué! Blublublub”