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patreon.com/pandorastories Her gloved fingers slide over his cock and he's already fucking undone, his shaft falling into her competent, caressing hands as if by fucking magic.
"What exactly is this?" he asks. A narcotic feeling envelops him. How long has he been sitting here? It feels like fucking hours. "Who exactly are you?”
"My name is Fleur. I'm a scout," she adds, as if that fucking explains everything. "However, I'm also our best wizard. We had to make sure that it was really you who was the true interest. The ancestor was convinced it was you; she had nightmares about you for eons, but the rest of us were unconvinced.”
She continues to pleasure Harry with her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper until he's on the brink of exploding. Her expertise is impressive, and he can't believe how good it feels. He runs his fingers through her hair, urging her on, and soon he can't hold back any longer. With a loud groan, he comes hard in her mouth, and she eagerly swallows every drop.
As Harry catches his breath, Fleur looks up at him with a smile on her face, her eyes full of adoration. "Thank you," she whispers, before kissing him again.
The rest of the night is a blur of passion and pleasure, as they explore each other's bodies and satisfy each other's desires. Harry can't remember the last time he felt this alive, this wanted. Fleur is like a dream come true, and he can't believe his luck.
But as the night wears on, he starts to feel a sense of unease. Something about Fleur doesn't quite add up, and he can't shake the feeling that he's being used. He tries to push the thought aside and focus on the moment, but it keeps nagging at him.
Finally, he can't hold back any longer. "Fleur, who are you really?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly.
She looks at him with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I'm a Veela, Harry," she says. "And I've been sent to bring you to our world. You're the only one who can help us defeat the Dark Lord.”
Harry feels a cold shiver run down his spine. The last thing he wants is to get involved in another war. But he can't deny the feeling of responsibility that tugs at him. He knows he can't just walk away from this.
Fleur's mouth works up and down his thick cock, enveloping him in her warm, soft, wet lips, and her tongue plays with every sensitive spot, wriggling and bending, exploring his length like uncharted territory. She swallows him completely, his length pushing into the back of her throat, sending shivers through his entire body. Her gaze is full of desire and excitement, and her eyes gleam as she looks up at him from behind his pulsing penis.
Harry feels his balls tightening, ready to explode at any moment. Fleur moans, slurping him with pleasure as he erupts. He doesn't remember ever cumming so hard in his life - and she's still taking every drop. Nothing gets on her wonderful dress; she seems ready to hang off his arm at some gala.
This is fucking incredible. He can't believe this hot girl just walked up and asked him to let her suck his cock like this after this day, this week, this fucking decade. What's her name? And more importantly, when is he going to fuck her?
But the pleasant musings last only a few seconds until reality hits them again. "Harry?”
He looks up to see Cho, his jaw dropping. "What the fuck is going on?" Her hands are on her hips.
"I'm sorry, I…"
He tries to explain. He's having the most passionate, intense makeout-blowjob session of his life with this truly stunning lady, and it was very spontaneous, but very consenting, and please, just let him go home with her - but Fleur is gone. She's disappeared.
THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO EVIDENCE OF Fleur'S EXISTENCE. Surprised, he looks around, shifting the seat cushions back and forth. His cum is everywhere - it's the biggest load he's ever shot - and it's pouring onto the table, his jeans, and shoes, creating a fucking mess. "What the fuck is going on?" he asks, flustered. "I'm right in front of you," Cho points out.
She turns around and allows him to put his pants back on. When he turns back around, she grimaces at the sight of the mess still on him and on the table.
"Oh my God," she exclaims. "That's disgusting. You're disgusting. When did you become so dirty?”
"No, you don't understand," he replies. "There was this girl...she reminded me of you, and her name was Daphne, and you know, she started giving me a blowjob."
"Oh my God, are you fucking kidding me?" she says as she begins to walk away. "I'm leaving, or you're fired. Something like that. This is over. For fuck's sake.”
He is left feeling embarrassed as she leaves. What just happened? Where did Daphne go? Why did she remind him so much of Cho? What is happening to him?
More of his semen slides onto the floor from the table. There is so much of it, as if it were from some damn adult film.
"Oh my fucking God, what's happening?" Did he go crazy and start jerking off in the corner after work, imagining that it was Daphne satisfying him? Why would he do something like that? Sure, both Cho and Tracey were really attractive, but that was no fucking excuse. What the hell was he thinking?
He stands there for a few minutes, muttering to himself half-words. "I had to... no... but then... how... who...?" It felt so damn real. He was completely convinced.
Cho emerges from the back again, holding onto her back and staring at the holes in his brain. She opens her mouth to say something but stops herself, shakes her head, and then leaves.
The gloves slide over his shoulders and then over his chest as soon as Cho leaves the room.
"She's so fucking pretty," Fleur notices. "Do you want her?"
"Hell yeah!" one of them says.
He jumps three feet straight up and races in one direction, hands in the fucking air.
"Where did you go?" "Wait, what the fuck happened?" Fleur stares at Cho, who is now shouting obscenities and stomping on gravel, waiting for her ride share. It starts pouring rain, and she quickly becomes soaked and much more irritable. Raindrops splash against her short hair, face, and forehead. Her breasts are clearly visible through her white shirt.
"I think you want her," Fleur replies. "She looks just like me...and you want me, right, honey?"
He stands there for a few minutes, muttering to himself half-words, trying to make sense of everything. "I had to... no... but then... how... who...?" It felt so damn real. He was completely convinced.
Cho emerges from the back again, holding onto her back and staring at him like he has holes in his brain. She opens her mouth to say something but stops herself, shakes her head, and then leaves.
The gloves slide over his shoulders and then over his chest as soon as Cho leaves the room.
"She's so fucking pretty," Fleur notices. "Do you want her?"
"Hell yeah!" he exclaims.
He jumps three feet in the air and rushes in one direction, hands up. "Where did you go?" "Wait, what the fuck happened?" Fleur stares at Cho, who now shouts obscenities and stomps on the gravel, waiting for her ride share. It starts raining, and it's raining heavily, and she quickly becomes soaked and much more irritated. Raindrops splash on her short hair, her face, and forehead. Her breasts are clearly visible through her white shirt. "I think you want her," Fleur replies. "She looks just like me... and you desire me, don't you, darling?" His body shivers as her hands wander over him, and her wet, lust-filled eyes make his heart race faster. Everything is so damn fake and unreal, but on the other hand, he can't deny the wave of passion that overwhelms him. His thoughts begin to wander as he searches for answers, but he only encounters more questions. Is this some strange, magic erotic flu? Does it even make fucking sense?
For him. It's only for his own damn good. A kind of bravery. Everything is for him. Why this woman - this ghost? What about that Veela? What the fuck is she and why does she love him so damn much? Because it's love - pure, unspoiled, and overpowering. He sees it in her expression and hears it in her voice. She's completely captivated.