As Harry kissed Alisia, he heard rustling before he felt dainty fingers wrap around his slick manhood. A groan escaped his lips when a pair of warm lips wrapped around his cock, slowly descending, and he knew Irina had taken him in her mouth. It seemed the other veela had gotten tired of waiting and was eager to get moving.
She was gripping his length by the base, making him groan as she jerked him off while blowing him at the same time. The feel of his warmth and the slickness of Alisia's juices that clung to his rod spurred her on even more, and she intensified her tempo, pleasuring him with wild fervor.
She kept jerking him off as she pulled her mouth off his length, and as she looked up, she saw Alisia had already broken off him, sitting by the edge of the couch and leaving Harry all to her. He was gazing at her with that same confident smirk that thrilled her so much, and with a grin, she leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and running it along the underside of his massive shaft. The taste was divine—a mix of sweat, musk, and her friend's arousal, and Irina knew she had already gotten addicted to it.
She kept running her tongue up and down his length, inhaling his intoxicating scent, before she licked up the head, rolling her tongue all around it. Her lips puckered, and with a wink up at him, she planted a firm kiss right on top of his prick, smiling as it twitched.
"Looks like it loves what I'm doing," she purred, stroking him softly as she gazed up at him.
"It's a greedy bastard. I'm sure you can tell it wants more," he replied, leaning back and allowing her to get down to it.
Irina grinned before she descended, plunging her mouth onto his massive rod once again. Her eyes closed, and she focused entirely on what she was doing.
"Ah yes," he groaned above her, making her preen. She knew he must be in heaven. A blowjob was thrilling, but getting one from a veela did not compare to a normal woman in the slightest. However, it was not just he who was feeling the thrill. She was loving the feel of his warmth in her mouth. She took in more and more of his length inside her until she felt him hit the back of her throat, and she easily managed to deepthroat him, pressing her lips and nose firmly against his pelvis as she kept him in place.
Harry let out a shaky breath as the impossible tightness of her throat enveloped him. His cock twitched, his grip firm on the couch as he stared at her.
"Fuck, you can suck a cock," he managed with a shaky laugh, reaching out to thread his fingers through her lustrous blonde locks.
Irina hummed around his manhood, sending vibrations through him and making him shudder. She felt him holding her in place but as she ascended, he allowed her to dictate the pace and ferocity of her ministrations.
Knowing that she was firmly in charge here, she began to suck him off in earnest. She began slowly, gradually taking as much of his cock inside her mouth as she could, spearing him inside her throat and holding him in place for a few seconds before letting up. However, in no time, she picked up the pace and intensity, her eyes shut and her full concentration on the task at hand.
Meanwhile, Harry kept stroking her scalp, his fingers threading through her shiny blonde hair and Irina enjoyed the feeling of his touch on her skin. She could feel his cock twitching every time she plunged her mouth onto it, and feeling bolder, she moved the hand that had been resting on his bare thigh to his balls, fondling them gently. The hiss he let out made her almost giggle, but beyond a vibration around his cock, nothing else happened.
One hand kept stroking him at the base while the other fondled his balls, and all the while, Irina sucked him off like there was no tomorrow. The multitasking came as second nature to her, and she was intent on getting him to unload in her mouth. She would accept nothing less.
She pumped his length with increasing fervor, sucking and jerking him off wildly. Both her head and her hand were blurs as she blew him off, her tongue splashing wildly around his girth and her cheeks hollowed out.
She felt his balls start to twitch in her hand, and feeling naughty, she released a flare of her allure. She chanced a glance upwards and her eyes widened when she saw him looking down at her with his eyes dark with lust, his lips parted. She knew he must be close. She could feel it coiling in his balls that were in her grasp, and she bobbed her head even harder as she stroked both his cock and balls.
They kept eye contact with each other, both sets wild and dark with lust, and a meaningful look passed between them. Irina knew it was imminent and this was her moment to pull away if she wanted, but she instead plunged her mouth as much down as she could, burying him deep within her throat. She squeezed his balls firmly, as if trying to squeeze out everything that they contained.
It took mere seconds. Harry's hips slammed upward, jolting Irina in place. Her eyes widened and her face pressed tightly against his groin, his balls scraping her plump bottom lip.
Harry let out a powerful grunt as he unloaded deep within Irina's throat, his cock spasming wildly within the hot tightness as he shot load after load of his thick, potent cum inside her. He grunted with each shot, his grip tight on her hair as he kept her in place, their lustful gazes locked together.
Irina had never tasted something so heavenly before. His seed was like the nectar of the gods, spilling deep within her throat. Her tongue worked weakly around his girth, tasting every bit of him as she accepted everything he was giving her like a gracious devotee.
It felt as if hours had passed in this position. Irina kept swallowing his potent cum and Harry gave her more than she'd expected. Her breathing was labored, her eyes were filled with tears of pure jubilation, and her little make-up was smeared all over. Finally, Harry slowly released his tight grip on her hair and allowed her to pull back at her own pace. She slowly did, her mouth still bobbing on his prick as she sucked out whatever was left for her.
Harry gazed down at her with a triumphant look on his face, and his grin widened when she opened her mouth to show him the final vestiges of his cum that she had extracted. With a grin of her own, she made an elaborate show of swallowing it all, letting out an audible sigh of satisfaction.
"Mmm…" she moaned, shivering when she saw his eyes darkening even more. "I hope I did good?"
Harry smirked at her faux-pleading look and he reached down to pull her up. His half-hard prick smacked her right on her left breast as he did, making her giggle. She couldn't wait to have that thing inside her.
He brought her in his lap, making her sit sideways so that his cock was pressed firmly against her thigh. She wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned comfortably against him, her other hand coming up to gently stroke his toned chest and abdomen, brushing over his nipples on occasion.
"Now that was fucking hot," Alisia commented from her spot at the other end of the couch where she lay, her inflamed pussy on full display. One of her hands was gently stroking her outer lips while the other played with her tits.
"You both looked so similar," Ginny added from her spot opposite them, a grin on her face as she looked at them lustfully. Harry glanced at her and smirked.
"We've heard that before," Irina giggled, moaning when Harry began to suck on her neck. One of his hands was stroking her bare legs while the other climbed up to wrap around her breast, kneading gently.
"Looks like someone wants to continue," Alisia teased, her lustful eyes trained on Harry's cock that was growing against Irina's thigh. Irina easily felt it, and her hand drifted lower, wrapping around his slick length and stroking him gently.
"He's not the only one," she moaned, loving the feeling of his lips and teeth on the sensitive skin of her neck. "Fuck, we struck the jackpot, didn't we?"
"You're damn right we did," Alisia replied, watching them. "We couldn't have asked for a better mate. A better Master."
The last word was a purr, and it earned her a giggle from Ginny. Alisia glanced over at the redhead and smirked.
"You wanna play with me for a bit while those two enjoy their first time with each other, Ginny?"
Ginny looked surprised for a moment. Her eyes raked over the beautiful veela's voluptuous figure for a moment. She was hesitant for a moment, wondering if this was for her, but it was her body that made the decision for her.
Alisia smirked when Ginny got up from the armchair she had been sitting on and slowly approached her. Without any urging on her part, the redhead climbed on the couch and got down on her hands and knees, her face coming to a stop mere inches from Alisia's furiously fucked and red pussy.
"Go on," the veela encouraged the younger girl before she released a soft sigh when Ginny began her work.
Meanwhile, Harry was locked in a heated embrace with Irina, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. He was fondling her breast with one hand, kneading her pillowy flesh eagerly as he occasionally tweaked and pinched her puffy, pink nipples. His other hand though had already parted her slick folds wide and two of his fingers were furiously plunging in and out of her wanton pussy.
He discovered that Irina had already gotten stimulated enough to the point where he did not need to prepare her for the main event. She was practically gushing, her vaginal juices having already coated the entirety of his palm as he fingered her.
"Mmm… fuck," she moaned, feeling his thumb on her clit, rubbing it in circles. She felt like she'd cum from his fingers, and she did not want it. It was his cock she wanted inside her, and it was his cock she'd take.
She gently pried his fingers out of her sopping wet pussy and playfully slapped at the hand that was kneading her breast. Very reluctantly, she leaned back and gently pushed him back, making him look at her questioningly.
Wordlessly, she slid out of his lap and turned around, facing him. Harry looked on with a raised eyebrow as she gazed down at his erection for a moment before her eyes trailed upward, meeting his gaze.
She slowly took a couple of steps back so that she was a little over an arm's length away from him, and keeping firm eye-contact with him, she reached up and cocked her hips to the side. Her breath hitched as her hands rose to her breasts. Her delicate and graceful fingers cupped the full mounds, squeezing them gently.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she kneaded them, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Her head tilted back, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck as she thrust her chest forward, fondling her breasts hotly.
The light struck her lustrous blonde hair from above and behind, illuminating her in soft light and making her look like an ethereal goddess pleasuring herself, teasing herself, showing herself to her god.
Harry watched, his heart hammering inside her chest, and his breaths coming out in short, rugged gasps. His cock throbbed painfully, lurching in air, as he drank in the sight of this seductress. She looked so vulnerable in her aroused state, and yet, she looked utterly powerful and spellbinding, her every aspect intoxicating. He felt as if he had been injected with the most powerful lust potion in existence, such was the intensity of his desire right now. It was more than mere magic. It was thirst, raw and primal, and he knew there was only one way it would be quenched.
Irina smirked at Harry as she turned away from him, her ass now in his line of sight, firm and round, truly a creation of perfection. It was a sight to behold—a perfect peach that one could bounce all the galleons in the world off. She stepped over to the armchair barely two steps away and her hands gripped the edge, her back arching like a cat. Still smirking, she looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with lust, challenge, and invitation.
Harry eagerly accepted the offer, reaching out to sink his fingers into the soft flesh of her bubble butt. He kneaded her ass like the softest dough in the world, mauling the cheeks eagerly as Irina arched her back further.
She moaned, pushing back against his hands, her body begging for more. Harry gave it to her, his hands gently drifting downwards as he parted her cheeks, opening her pussy up to his hungry gaze. She let out a soft hiss when his fingers found her wetness, and once again, Harry parted her lower lips and inserted two of his fingers inside her from behind.
She was wet and gushing. It took mere seconds for his fingers to get soaked with her hot juices. As Harry began to piston his fingers in and out of her sodden quim, Irina began to move in tandem with his movements, her hips pushing back against him to take him deeper.
Harry knew this was only the precursor. He knew she wanted more. She wanted all of him. And he was more than ready to give it all to her.
He stood up and took his place right behind her, and with one hand fingering her from behind, he reached up and pushed the other inside her mouth. Irina's lips wrapped around his digits, her tongue also wrapping around his fingers as she tasted herself. Her back arched further when Harry began to kiss all over her sweaty skin, licking and nibbling along her shoulder blades as he kept climbing until he clamped his lips against the side of her neck, right under her ear.
"You're gonna keep at this all night?" She asked with a gasp once he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and brought his hand to her breast, fondling the supple flesh.
"Why don't you tell me what you want then?" He replied, kissing her neck before he leaned back to regard her.
Irina looked over her shoulder and glared at him hotly.
"You want me to beg, do you?"
"More like ask as explicitly as you can," he smirked, pinching her nipple lightly.
Irina's eyes flashed as she growled, her voice filled with desire and need, "Fuck me. Fuck me like you truly mean it! Mark me too!"
With a feral grin, Harry shifted, his hand pulling out of her gushing quim to guide his cock to her entrance. He rubbed the head all over her wetness, coating it in her juices.
"Oh you filthy fucker," she growled impatiently, pushing back against him, eager to have him inside her. All it did was amuse Harry as he grinned.
"Go on, my dear Irina," he whispered lustfully. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me like you fucked Alisia!" She hissed, desperation coating her voice. "I want you to fill me up with that big, beautiful cock!"
Harry grinned and pushed forward, popping the head inside her and making her gasp.
"Like this?" He asked, his voice teasing.
"Yes!" Irina moaned, pushing back against him, greedy, needy, trying to take him deeper inside her.
Chuckling, he gave her exactly what she wanted. He held her by the waist and drove his hips forward, his eyes widening as her gushing pussy welcomed the entirety of his length in one firm push.
"Oh fuck!" Irina cried out, her eyes wide and her head thrown back as she felt the biggest, most magnificent cock in the whole wide world spear through her hot depths and bottom out inside her in one slam. Her grip on the armchair tightened, her fingers digging into the cushion as her toes curled.
"Brilliant, right?" Alisia's voice came from behind and Irina could only nod, unable to form a reply in the moment.
Harry grinned as he pulled back slowly, making her sigh, before he slammed forward again, coaxing another loud cry from the beautiful veela as he speared inside her once again. She was as tight as Alisia, her pussy gripping him like a vise as well. The sensation was otherworldly, and he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to move in earnest, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her, his body slapping against hers.
Irina cried out as she was fucked, and she could barely hold on as Harry kept increasing the ferocity of his thrusts. He was roughly slamming into her from behind, her bubble butt jiggling enticingly as it clapped against his groin. Harry leaned over her from behind, his knee pressing against the back of hers to bend her over even more. The new angle gave him even more freedom to slam away inside her, and Irina wailed out loud as her hands gave away.
Now, bent over halfway with her ass hiked high in the air, Irina could do nothing but remain at Harry's mercy, and some mercy it was. He took full liberties with her body, his hands reaching up to grab her swaying breasts. She moaned in approval, her desire to feel his hands on her tits once again fulfilled, and with added leverage, Harry began to hammer away inside her like a being possessed.
The sound of their bodies slapping loudly and hotly against each other echoed in the room. The wet squelches of her wanton pussy repeatedly welcoming his invading member added to the carnal atmosphere. It was a symphony of desire and lust, further exacerbated by their moans, their groans, and their cries of pleasure.
While he played with her tits with one hand, the other descended lower. He caressed her flat belly before slowly reaching between her legs. Irina's breath hitched when his fingers finally found her clit, and she cried out loud as he began rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
Irina was a helpless mess. Her body was slick with sweat, and she could not believe that she, a freaking veela, had been reduced to such a pitiful state by a regular wizard. She could do nothing but keep moaning as her body remained tensed, her muscles tightening. She was shocked that she had been driven so close to her climax so quickly, and as much as she hated her pride being wounded, a part of her could not be bothered to care. This was Harry—the man she had given herself to. If anyone had the right to reduce her to this shaking, shivering mess with nary an effort, it was him.
Irina cried out as she approached her climax, and Harry could feel it building within her. He could feel her body tensing, her pussy pulsing around his cock as she got ever so closer to her orgasm.
"Cum for me, Irina," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Come all over my cock."
And she did. Her body convulsed, her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came with a loud wail. He felt her juices leaking out, coating his cock, dripping down his balls. He groaned, feeling the sheer tightness around his cock as it drilling into her orgasmic pussy, her hot inner walls gripping him like a vice, as if to trigger his own orgasm. He was not one to back down so easily though, especially after he'd just given her a nice creamy treat. As such, he thrust into her, his body slapping against hers, her pussy walls pulsing around him as she came. Meanwhile, he held back. He would fill her up with his hot cum shooting into her, marking her as his, but not so soon.
As Irina came down from her orgasmic high, her body sweaty and limp over the armchair, Harry leaned down, his lips finding her ear. "You're mine too, Irina," he whispered, his voice possessive and demanding. "All mine."
Despite the sorry state she was in, she smiled, her toes curling as her body remained pressed firmly against his behind her.
"Yes, Harry," she whispered back. "I'm yours."
She could feel him still hard within her body, and she knew they weren't done yet. Not by a long shot.
She was proven correct when he pulled out of her, his cock slick with her orgasmic juices, still hard and ready. He turned her around, grabbed her by the neck, and his lips crashed against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Irina moaned as she kissed him back eagerly, as he pulled her close, her body pressing against his. His other hand grabbed her breast roughly, kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh hard. It was painful, and it was exhilarating. She loved it!
Her hands did not stay idle, and she began exploring his chest, brushing over his nipples as she descended, stroking his abs on her way down until she wrapped her hand around his slick and hard manhood, stroking firmly. She smirked into the kiss when his hold on both her neck and her breast tightened. Irina did not know she liked it rough, but now she did, and little had ever felt better. Her other hand reached around him to hold on, and she pressed herself tightly against his larger frame.
He broke the kiss after a few moments, and Irina moaned in approval as his lips began moving all over her neck. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked all over her sensitive skin, teasing her pulse point hard enough to leave numerous marks on her body. She'd asked him to mark her, and he was intent on doing it in every manner, magical and physical. His lips worked over her collarbone until he finally reached her breasts.
Irina threw her head back in pleasure when he tightened his hold on both her breasts and took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it. He nibbled on the sensitive nub, his teeth grazing them, making her moan. He repeated the ministrations with her other breast, fully devoted to his task, and Irina could do nothing but succumb to him. She realized she was doing a lot of it tonight, but she didn't seem to care one bit.
While his mouth worked her tits up, driving her wild with his ministrations, he relinquished his hold on one and moved his hand down, stroking her flat belly. He began rubbing slow, soft circles over her belly-button before descending further. Irina knew what he was after and she parted her legs, allowing him full access.
His fingers found her clit once again, and he began rubbing it in slow, lazy circles. She moaned out loud once again, her body writhing against his. All the while, he lapped away at her tits, as if he couldn't get enough of them.
Finally, he pulled away and stood up, staring her down. Irina took one look into those glowing orbs and shivered. He was looking at her like he owned her, and the thought thrilled her to no end. She grinned up at him in excitement, and with a smirk, he lifted her up. Irina yelped, her grin still in place, and her legs quickly came up to wrap around his waist. To her surprise, he did not use the couch or the armchair they had just fucked against. Instead, he carried her to the wall right beside Alisia and Ginny—two girls they had entirely forgotten about. Irina chanced a glance at them and found them, to no surprise, engaged in a 69 and eating each other out. She quickly tore her gaze away from them though as Harry brought them to a stop, pressing her against the wall, his cock instantly finding her entrance again.
He aligned himself against her wanton pussy as he gazed at her, and at her eager nod, he pushed inside her, making her gasp, her head falling back against the wall. Once he was all the way inside her, he pulled back slowly until only the tip remained inside before slamming all the way back once again.
"Fuck yes!" Irina cried out, and Harry was quick to pick up the pace. Keeping her firmly pressed against the wall, he began to move his hips back and forth, slamming hard inside her.
"Fuck me, Harry," she moaned, her voice filled with need. "Fuck me hard."
And he did. He pounded into her, his body slapping against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her, filling her, stretching her. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, unwilling to let him part from her.
Harry leaned forward and clamped his mouth on the side of her neck. He sucked hard, making her gasp. He squeezed her ass cheeks, bouncing her on top of his cock as she bucked wildly against him, fucking herself in tandem with his thrusts. Her large tits were squished up against his chest, and they slapped against his skin as he fucked her.
Irina's toes curled behind Harry, her arms tight around his neck. Her head was thrown back, tilted to the side as he kept up his ministrations on her neck and shoulder. All the while, he kept drilling into her without restraint. This was raw, primal, and beyond what he and Alisia had done.
Speaking of her friend… her eyes opened and she glanced over, finding the two other girls still engaged in their 69, completely oblivious to the world around them. She let out a shaky laugh, prompting Harry to pull back and gaze at her.
"Something funny?"
She shook her head, and passionately slammed her lips against his. Harry responded instantly, kissing her back hard, his tongue shoving past her lips and tangling up with hers, rolling around in her mouth. Irina moaned. This was what had been missing from her life, and now she'd finally found it… found him. Her grip around his neck tightened as they kissed, and she tugged him closer, digging her heels into his ass.
Harry mauled her ass cheeks hard enough to sink his fingers into the pillowy flesh, and he was certain that she would sport those marks there as well. Her neck and torso were all marked, and so was her ass. It was time to truly mark her.
Irina moaned into the kiss, her body tensing and her muscles tightening as she approached another climax. Harry felt her inner walls tighten around his girth once again, and he knew she was close. Pulling back from the kiss, he stared at her wanton face with nothing but lust.
"You're gonna cum, Irina?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Again? When I haven't cum inside you at all? I didn't think you were so weak."
Irina's eyes blazed, but there was nothing she could do as he manipulated her very being. Her allure was of no use, and so was her heritage. It was impossible, and yet, the impossible had happened.
"Go on," Harry grinned. "Cum all over my cock. I know you can't hold on anymore."
And she really could not. Her whole body convulsed, her pussy pulsing around his cock as with a loud wail, she came again. He groaned at the impossible tightness, even more than before, and felt his own orgasm approaching. He thrust into her, his body slapping against hers, his magic in full effect as his cock began pulsing inside her.
Irina let out a whimper as with a powerful grunt, he came. Powerful bursts of his hot, potent seed splattered her insides, coating her inner walls in white, filling her with his hot cum. She slumped over in his arms, shivering uncontrollably, and despite his climax, Harry held her spasming body to himself as he kept shooting his load inside her pussy.
As they came down from their high, their bodies still joined, he carried her to the couch, laying her down gently. He collapsed beside her, his heart pounding in his chest.
"That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.
He smiled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer, their fingers entwining. "It was," he agreed. "And we're not done yet."
She looked at him, her eyes filled with surprise. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice filled with disbelief.
He chuckled, his hand moving to her thigh, squeezing it gently. "Oh, I'm very serious," he said, his voice filled with promise. "We have all night, and I intend to make the most of it. But before that, I believe there's someone who deserves some of it as well."
Irina followed his line of sight just as a loud wail came and saw Ginny with her head thrown back as Alisia eagerly gulped everything the redhead had to give her.
Half an hour later, Harry stood in front of the couch, his eyes trained on three naked and beautiful women with their bodies slick with sweat and release, all sporting numerous marks on their bodies. However, the most prominent was the similar golden mark right above their pussies, pulsing softly.
A proud smile grew on his face as he took in their utterly fucked expressions. All three lay with their eyes closed, and they sported similar delirious smiles as they breathed heavily.
'Killed a bunch of death eaters, including that slimeball Lucius, and got myself two beautiful veela girls with a sadistic streak to put most of those pathetic Inner Circle bastards to shame,' Harry thought in satisfaction.
It was indeed a day well spent.
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