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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The next morning I laid in bed trying to get my bearings.

Last night was a real eye opener. I thought I knew something about women, about sex, about romance and being in charge. I could barely bring myself to lift my head and look around. I was so embarrassed.

Fleur Delacour may have had a very active sex life, but not with men. Gryffindor tower was probably ablaze with the rumor mill right now. So drunk on kisses, I’d not cast a single charm, not even pulled the curtains on my bed.

The second we’d made it to the common room she’d dragged me to the stairs. After some basic deduction and discussion I was forced to endure the catcalls and cheers as I bridal carried a Veela up the boys stairs in front of everyone.

I don’t know who Dean’s Hufflepuff friend was that he’d invited up to play cards was, but he was sure as fuck happy to be hanging out tonight. The second she got the door open her top came off, damn the consequences of who saw her. The look on her face when she glanced over to them...those boys knew they were little better than flaming dog turds to her, and they didn’t care as they ran from the room with smiles on their faces.

I idly glanced up at my headboard, the curled shavings of wood hanging from it gently at the ends of long gouges. She told me with a gasp after the fact that Veela have a very… pronounced… virginity. That was underselling it, those gouges were the product of me dropping my bodyweight into that pussy hard enough to make my balls hurt when I landed just to get more than the head in the first time. Hermione had been like tearing tissue paper, Fluer was more like snapping a freaking lolly stick. It popped, and then gave, until it finally tore with a guttural groan from my delicious partner’s throat as I finally slid it in. Mentally noted, Fluer liked it when it hurt, and having her innocence(physically at least) snapped in half made her tighter than a fist.

Twenty one. That’s how many strokes I lasted the first time. Laying in the middle of my bed, on top of a chesty blonde goddess who’s wavering moans were interrupted by bouts of what must have been the filthiest french she could think of by the look on her face. By the tenth stroke she was so tight I was lifting her ass off the bed when I tried to pull out. Have you ever had that moment where you realize something is absolutely not what you thought it was, and you stand there in shock as you process? That was me balls deep in a veela. Any notion you have about Veela just being really, really pretty girls? Get that shit out of your head.

An angry handjob is the only thing I can compare that last moment to. If you’ve ever had someone who was impatiently trying to get you off because they just weren’t into it...bless the Ginny from my past life for giving me something at least to compare it to; a greased up fist. My dick felt amazing, and my head swam as I laid there for a second. I could feel her toes, the nails so sharp she could draw blood, scraping gently on the back of my calves as she looked up at me in rapture.

Two very important details about Veela; first, ejaculation causes orgasms. I found out later in life the magic behind this, but at that moment I learned cuming inside Fleur brought on a Veela grade orgasm. SECOND….a Veela grade orgasm will fucking wreck your shit.

It was not a pulse, a gentle gripping throb like I was used to with women. That hot firm pressure that told me “you did a good thing.” No. Like I said, it felt like someone put two fingers around the base of my cock and squeezed all the blood into the tip, then a rolling ring of pressure across the head like someone was stroking my dick from the tip to about half way down.

I cried.

I’m not very emotional during sex, but any guy who’s had their shit fucked with after a really heavy load knows how sensitive it gets and how badly you just want NOT to be touched. There was no warm sleepy afterglow for me, and I rubbed my junk remembering how she’d milked me like a fucking dairy cow. Ten razor sharp daggers in my ass cheeks meant I was not pulling out and away from this pussy till it was done with me. That didn’t stop me from frantically seizing and quivering trying to make what is even today one of the most intense forms of orgasm of my life stop.

Coming back to myself I rolled on my side, looking over to the girl; sleepy, smug, and pretty next to me. I remembered how those pretty eyes had looked up at me with a smile and let me go. You know a pussy is tight when you yank it out clean. Never mind cum, Fleur’s shit was so tight it came out nearly dry. That was when I heard the whispers. I looked down and could see her grin, glancing out of the corner of her eyes every so often in random directions.

I hadn’t had the guts to look as my rock hard dick went right back where it came from. I felt hesitation at first, seeing as how we’d been together for less than 2 hours really and I was showing her off like porn to guys in my house. The fact that she was getting off on it was the only thing that made it tolerable every time I heard a guy lose it all over the floor, and by the time I blew my second load it sounded like I was in a room full of wet bats flying around. I remembered just in time what that was going to feel like, and her exultant disappointed cry turned to a low growling moan as I climbed her body.

Her locket firmly in my grip and squeezed, I watched as Fleur’s eyes rolled up in her head as my first ropes of cum landed on her waiting tongue. The way the girl mewled... nursing the head of my cock... more than made up for nearly killing me via ball draining earlier. The way she started slapping her own face with my dick when I let go of her locket made me worried. I told her firmly that we were done for night, blushing as the collective groan of the room behind me was just a little too loud. I hadn’t looked up when I turned and pulled the knot out of the draping fabric. My dick was still rock hard, but I was honestly afraid of cumming any more or harder than I already had.

“Dobby…” I whispered, hearing the soft pop beside the bed on the other side of Fleur, “can you take her to her carriage and then me to--” I stopped when another soft pop appeared and with a snap a second elf made off with my little goddess’ body. “I need to go to the room of--will you stop that!” I laughed softly in my whisper as I landed gently on the floor in my boxers.

“Master is busy,” Dobby sounded a little smug at getting one over on me, “Dobby will help as fast as he can.” with that he popped away. I turned and looked around at the room and felt a little proud of myself.

The master bed in the center of a completely bare room was a mess. I could see limbs and flesh peaking out of completely disarrayed covers and blankets. As I walked up I was treated to the very pleasant sight of what Millie and Susan’s tits looked like together. I was surprised that Millie had the bigger actual tits if you went by volume. Susan’s however were firmer, like Millie had lost a little weight at one point and they pillowed a little more but Susan was still stretching the skin around hers to the limit. I walked up to the bed and stopped with a smirk.

Colin looked rather peaceful, what parts of him I could see. His face was barely visible as he slept soundly with a tit on each collar bone. Susan and Millicent were cuddling the shit out of him, and I laughed as I realized they both had a leg thrown over one of his practically stretching him out like a dissected frog.

As I walked up to the side of the bed I had a slight moment. I wasn’t particularly keen on seeing his dick, but I had to admit; where it was currently resting was both funny and hot. Lavender it seemed didn’t get to pick a side so split the difference. Curled up snugly in between his thighs she rested her head on his hip bone. There were no windows, but Colin had been kind of enough to keep the light out of her eyes regardless. The fact that the girl was snoring with her mouth open only made it sexier in a wrong sort of way as his respectable morning wood lay flat across the bridge of her nose and dripped down..that girl was going to wake up with the nape of her neck glued to his leg. A very small uncomfortable part of the back of my brain did the mental cataloging and realized he was being compared to Jamie’s measurement system. I blocked that out for later, I didn’t want to actively think about that right now.

What I did want to focus on was the girl sleeping on the foot of the bed curled around Lavender’s feet. I worked my way back around from the side of the bed, stopping at her head near Susan’s feet to whisper.

“Stay asleep until I tell you.”

I smiled watching her body give a tiny fitful twitch before continuing to sleep normally. After what happened yesterday it felt odd and good to be in control again. I felt a flash of guilt as I realized how easy it would be the same kind of shit that Seamus pulled. Scooping her under both arms I lifted her until she was standing. No panties, just a sweater, I tossed her over my shoulder and walked away from the bed a good 20 feet.

“I need a couch.” I called softly to the room, watching it materialize as I set her feet down and eased her back against it. Sitting her up I made short work of the sweater, admiring her gorgeous plump figure. I had a thing for girls on the plump side, I was realizing. Girls like Ginny and even the upper end of ‘not toned’ like Hermione were fun to play with.... But girls like Lisa were something special. “I need a blanket.” I called again, and draping it over the back of the couch I picked the girl up into a standing hug.

The struggle wasn’t much, but she wasn’t a light girl. Putting her back against the back of the couch I laid down in front of her. Pulling her leg up and over my hip I squeezed in tight. After a moment's thought I rolled out. Tugging off my boxers I got right back into position, keeping my morning wood firmly trapped between our navels. Chin on top of her head and massive chest against the top of my stomach I put her head on my arm gently. Cuddled up I kissed the top of her head and whispered.

“Give it ten minutes, then wake up if you feel like it.” I closed my eyes, drifting into a comfortable calm as I held the girl, nude against me as we cuddled on the couch. I let my mind wander to the tasks I had before me, namely a certain dragon that was coming up rather faster than I wanted.
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