April 2024 Exclusive Poll Winner - Breedable Veela - Harry/Fleur

Who was this boy who thought that he could cheat his way into the tournament? Well, actually, Fleur knew that he wasn’t a boy and probably didn’t cheat his way into the tournament, but that was beside the matter. Harry Potter was a problem that Fleur needed to deal with.

The eighteen-year old wizard was known throughout the world for defeating a dark lord as just a baby, but that didn’t mean much in Fleur’s book. He probably wasn’t aware of whatever magic he managed, if it was his actions that caused the dark lord’s downfall in the first place. The little she’d learnt of his tenure at Hogwarts wasn’t impressive either; he was a mediocre student who seemed more interested in Quidditch than becoming a proper wizard.

It infuriated her that he’d managed to get into the tournament in the first place. Hogwarts already had its champion, but once his name was drawn from the cup, he was magically-compelled to participate. He loudly denied to everyone that he had entered his name into the tournament, and although Fleur had initially doubted his sincerity, the fact that he’d kept to the story so consistently months later made her feel like he might be telling the truth.

Even still, Fleur wouldn’t have believed him if she didn’t see his performance during the First Task.

She’d been in the medical tent when Harry had taken his turn at the task. The minor burns she’d received from her dragon—an accident she was still furious about—had been handled adequately by the Hogwarts matron, but as she’d been getting ready to leave, she’d felt an intense aura of magic wash over her. Before she even realised what she’d been doing, she’d sprinted out of the tent and witnessed the most incredible performance she’d ever seen.

Harry had looked incredible as he battered the dangerous Hungarian Horntail into submission. His wandwork had been impeccable, and the combination of transfigured beasts and blasting curses he used to corner the mighty dragon had been nothing short of inspired. But as impressive as his performance was, it was the quality of his magic that sung to Fleur.

Even though she was only a quarter Veela, she still had the heightened sense for magic that Veela were well known for. Harry’s magic tasted of smoke, salt, and power. It was an intoxicating combination that made Fleur want to charge into the stadium and tear his clothes off. She doubted that anyone except the most powerful witches and wizards would have been able to sense what she was sensing.

A wizard with that quality of magic would have had no trouble finding their way into the tournament. He had no reason to be modest and lie about that.

Despite some people’s claims to the contrary, might still equalled right in the magical world. Anyone of competent power could justify any actions they took simply because of that. Even just a cursory glance through history would show you that both light and dark witches and wizards are able to ignore rules as they whim, and it’s rare that they ever receive any significant blowback.

If Harry had announced to the world that he’d outwitted the tournament organisers and the magical goblet itself to enter his name into it, he’d be applauded by more than just a few people. He would have been allowed to continue in the tournament, and he wouldn’t have received half as much hatred from his fellow students as he had.

No, Harry Potter had no reason to lie about this. He didn’t enter his name into the tournament, and that made him all the more intriguing to her.

Since then, she’d kept a watchful eye over Harry. The students of Hogwarts had changed their opinions on him. Suddenly, he was as much of a champion as Cedric Diggory was to them. And throughout it all, the delicious scent of Harry’s magic continued to waft through her dreams.

Fleur’s pride had failed to let her recognise his potential until she saw him in the first task, but now she was going to correct her error. Harry was perhaps the strongest participant in the tournament, and Fleur knew that her chances of winning against him in the end were shaky at best, regardless of how competent she was.

But there was one area in which she could best him: love.

Veela seducing powerful wizards was a tale as old as time. It was one of the reasons they were so despised throughout the continent. Although Fleur would be the first to admit that some of the stories were true, most were sheer fabrications. There were so few truly powerful wizards that attracted Veela on a primal level, and those that did were capable enough to ward off any unwanted advances. It was a true test of a Veela’s skill if they were able to seduce a powerful wizard into bed with them.

And that was what Fleur was going to do to Harry.

As much as she hoped to win the Triwizard Tournament, in her heart, she knew that it was already lost to him. This was now about finding a suitable mate for the rest of her life.

Veela usually devoted themselves to one man for life if he was powerful enough to satisfy their innate magic, and from what she’d sensed, Harry would be more than capable of doing that for her. But she wasn’t going to be subservient to him as some Veela were to their mates; she was going to take control of the relationship from the start.

It would be a difficult task, but it was one that she was up for.

So, one night, while her fellow Beauxbatons students slept, she crept out of her carriage and up to the Hogwarts castle.

She’d realised early on that Harry was a night owl. He was never out training during the early hours of the morning. Instead, he had a routine where he snuck out of his room after curfew—through a method that Fleur was yet to uncover—and found a quiet room for himself to train in. It was the same one each night, and after a couple hours of training, he’d have a house elf bring him food.

Fleur climbed the winding staircases and navigated through the drafty halls, but the thrill of the hunt kept her warm. She’d never seen Harry spending much time with any women before other than his one brown-haired friend, but she’d ensured that Hermione Granger wasn’t romantically involved with him in any way.

She would make him hers.

As she expected, she found Harry training in the room. The door was closed and there were no sounds coming from within, but the Human-presence-revealing Spell identified him within.

Without even considering knocking, Fleur just opened the door and stepped inside before Harry could say otherwise.

Fleur subconsciously licked her lips as Harry twisted around in mid air, dodging a fireball thrown his way. He was shirtless and coated in a thin sheen of sweat that made his well-defined form so enticing to her eyes. He moved with the grace of a dancer as he dodged two more, which were being fired out of a strange mechanical dummy designed to look like a duellist.

Fleur kicked the door closed behind her, making enough noise that Harry glanced out of the corners of his eyes at her, but he continued with his sequence of diving and dodging for several more seconds until there was a momentary reprieve in the attack. Then, he jabbed his wand forward and fired off a colourless blast of magical energy at the dummy, shutting it off.

Just that little burst of magic was enough to get the heat in between Fleur’s thighs roaring. Just this little touch was so intoxicating that she nearly forgot the rough plan she’d formed in her head as to how to go about seducing him.

“Yes?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. His tone was clipped and it was clear that he was a little annoyed at her presence, which Fleur couldn’t fault him for. She’d only said a handful of words to him before back when he was announced as a champion, and if anyone had been as snide to her as she was to him, she wouldn’t have been interested in interacting with them either.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” Fleur began, trying not to sound too meek. “I was just admiring your form.”

Harry seemed perplexed by her comment. “What are you even doing here? Curfew was an hour ago.”

“And yet, you’re not in your dorm,” Fleur countered. “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you.”

“Do you now?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. With a simple flick of his wand, he conjured a small towel. He kept his even gaze on her as he wiped his body clean of the sweat that had accumulated on him. “I thought that you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“That’s not entirely true,” Fleur replied. It was true at one point, but not anymore. Now, she wanted him completely.

“Really?” Harry snorted. “You seemed pretty miffed about this ‘little boy’ competing in the tournament.”

Fleur had the decency to blush lightly at her comment. If anyone else had called her out on something like this, she would have torn them to shreds for their insolence, but Harry’s magic had left her entranced with him. She’d allow him this jab if it meant that she could get closer to him.

“I was wrong,” Fleur said softly. “You are anything but a little boy.”

“Glad of you to notice,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Now, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to get back to my training.”

“There is something else,” Fleur said quickly before he could turn away from her. She took a few steps closer to him. “I feel remiss in not getting to know you sooner, and I want to fix that mistake.”

“Right now? After hours? When everyone else in the castle is asleep?” Harry seemed sceptical, and Fleur couldn’t argue with his judgement. It seemed like a setup or some type of ambush, which she supposed it technically was.

“What better chance to have a private moment for ourselves?” Fleur pointed out.

“There’s plenty of privacy to be had around the castle during the daytime,” he argued back.

This coy act of hers clearly wasn’t working. She’d hoped to lure him in through common decency and cuteness, but he was too suspicious for any of that to work on him. If she wanted to win his affections, she’d need to change her tactics.

“Fine, if you want the truth, then here it is,” Fleur began, finally catching a spark of interest in his gaze. “You’ve caught my eye, Harry Potter.”

Her fingers unsnapped the buttons that kept her robes in place. It had taken a little bit of magical tailoring to get her robes to fall away from her body so elegantly like this, but the effect was well worth it.

Fleur had always been graced with a beautiful body, but she found herself growing more stunning with each passing day. Her breasts were perfectly round and topped with rosy-pink nipples that were simply to die for. Her body was lean without being so skinny that she looked bony, and her arse was a work of art: perfectly plump while still being firm. She was as perfect as a dream, and all men wanted her.

Harry was no exception in that regard. As her robes fell away and her bare body was exposed to him, his eyes greedily raked over her body. Fleur stood proudly beneath his gaze, letting him take a good, long look at her before she walked right up to him and grabbed the waistband of his trousers.

“I want you,” she told him bluntly. “Do you want me?”

Merlin, the fire in his eyes made her core heat up. He was looking at her with so much lust that it was practically palpable in the air. His training was the last thing on his mind now, just as Fleur wanted.

“I do,” he told her. “But we’re doing things my way, not yours.”

Fleur could work with that. It would only be a matter of time before he was inside of her and lost his mind at how good she felt that she could regain control over the situation. She wanted Harry devoted to her.

But when she unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, she never expected to find the thick piece of meat dangling between his thighs.

Harry wasn’t even fully hard yet, but his cock was bigger than any other man’s that she’d seen. Fleur wasn’t a prude like some women chose to be; she had found a few partners before Harry. All of them had been average in size, which wasn’t necessarily a problem. But Veela were special in that their bodies adapted to their lover’s, and that meant that she could easily handle a bigger cock than most women could.

But Harry’s size went beyond big; it was massive.

Harry grinned at her gobsmacked expression. “Second guessing your decision there?”

His words stung Fleur’s pride. “No,” she retorted quickly. She took his cock in her hands and started stroking it. It felt so nice and hot in her hands, and she couldn’t wait to see what it was like inside of her. There was a bit of concern there too due to his size, but Fleur knew that her body would adapt to handle it.

“Good,” Harry said. “Then get on your hands and knees for me. I want to see if Veela are as tight as they say.”

Fleur put on a little show as she spun around and wiggled her arse for him. She lowered herself down onto the cool stone floor exactly as he asked.

Her pussy felt like it was drooling as Harry got into position behind her. The feeling of his magic still lingered in the room, turning her on even more.

His cock probed her entrance, just getting the tip nice and wet from her flowing juices. Fleur trembled at the how fucking thick he felt. She wished that she could see how widely he’d stretch her lips when he pushed into her; if things went well, maybe she could get the memory off of him.

Harry didn’t give her any warning when he started to push forward. Fleur just felt a slight pressure and then her world exploded.

“Merde!” Fleur cried out as Harry rammed his cock all the way inside of her pussy. Her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets as they bulged out.

Harry’s cock felt more massive than she could have possibly imagined! She’d felt it in her hands and thought that she could handle it, but right now she was worried that it was going to split her in two.

Her pussy was clamped down around his cock so tightly that she didn’t know how he was able to move inside of her, but he was. Harry didn’t seem worried in the slightest about hurting her as he started to roughly pound her pussy. He was right not too, because Veela’s bodies were well known to be able to adapt to those of their lovers. Her pussy could be stretched out ridiculously by Harry’s cock and all that she would feel was pleasure.

It was clear that Harry was truly enjoying himself as he ploughed into her. “Merlin, your pussy feels good,” he groaned. His heavy balls smacked off of her clit as he thrust forward, eliciting a squeal of delight from her lips. “Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

Why didn’t she? That was an excellent question to ask. Fleur had never felt so much pleasure ever before in her life. She should have gone to him immediately after the first task and fucked him then.

“I didn’t realise—,” Fleur’s words cut off as she let out a guttural moan. Harry’s cock was driving her insane! He was pounding into her so dominantly, and all it did was make her want to scream from how good it was.

Harry spanked her arse hard. “You didn’t realise what? That you’d make for a perfect little slut?”

“Yes,” Fleur panted. “I’m your slut.”

“That’s more like it,” Harry grunted as he spanked her other arsecheek. His blows were sure to leave red marks on her arse, which Fleur felt proud to have. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Fleur moaned uncontrollably as Harry continued to have his way with her. His hands grabbed onto her hips and started pulling her back onto his cock as he slammed forward. Her arse stung from the forceful thrusts of his hips, but the pleasure she felt from getting fucked like this overrode it easily.

Being fucked by Harry was unlike anything that Fleur had ever experienced before. It wasn’t well known by the general public, but one’s magic flowed into their partner during sex. It was why power witches and wizards tended to have multiple partners vying for their attention at the same time. Harry made her entire body feel like it was melting into a sea of pleasure, and that was something that no one else could do to her.

It barely took more than a minute before Fleur felt an orgasm on the horizon. Harry’s brutal thrusts paired with the sheer eroticism of the situation had her on edge the entire time he was fucking her, and when her walls started to twitch around his cock, she knew that she wasn’t going to last for much longer.

“Harry!” Fleur screamed his name like a blessing as she came around his cock. Her pussy squeezed his cock tighter than ever before, and her entire body trembled and shook as pleasure took over her mind.

But even as she came, Harry didn’t stop fucking her. He was like a man possessed. His sole care was for his own pleasure; whatever she was experiencing didn’t matter in the slightest to him.

Fleur fell face first onto the floor. The cold stone floor contrasted sharply with the heat that was filling her body. The stimulation was so overwhelming that she could barely string a sentence together in her head.

Harry’s thick cock throbbed inside of her. Her pussy was clung so tightly to his shaft that she could perfectly make out every little twitch he made. He was messing her up, and she loved it.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Fleur kept mumbling as Harry pounded into her.

Harry’s cock jumped at her words, and he spanked her arse hard again.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked huskily.

“You!” Fleur cried out.

“Good… answer,” Harry grunted, and suddenly his seed was filling her up.

Fleur screamed when he rammed his cock all the way inside of her. She couldn’t believe how much cum she felt him pumping into her womb with each spurt. Normally, she would have been terrified about potentially getting pregnant, but she realised that she wouldn’t mind it if Harry was the one to get her pregnant.

Harry must have had a similar realisation.

“Oh shit,” he said, trying to pull out of her.

Fleur’s hands shot out quickly and grabbed onto Harry’s hips and forced his cock back inside of her pussy.

“No, don’t,” she whimpered. “I want it in me.”

There was a momentary pause as Harry processed her words. Then, he let out a barking laugh.

“You really want me to knock you up that badly?” He asked her.

“Yes,” Fleur nodded. She let go of Harry’s hips, and this time, he didn’t try to pull out of her.

Instead, he leaned over top of her so that he could get in close to her ear to whisper to her.

“I didn’t realise that you wanted me to breed you,” he chuckled. “I should have known with how horny you are that you’d want this.”

Fleur bit her lip and moaned as Harry’s cock shifted inside of her. The warmth of his cum felt so good inside of her, and she knew that she wanted more.

“Would you like that?” She asked him. “To knock up your little Veela slut?”

Suddenly, Fleur was flipped over onto her back, spinning on Harry’s cock. When her back hit the floor, he was suddenly leaning over top of her, staring intensely into her eyes.

“You actually really want this, don’t you?” Harry asked seriously. “I thought you were just kinky… but no—well, you are—but you really do want me to fuck you until your pregnant with my baby.”

Fleur felt a rush of pride flare through her chest. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” she told him. “From the first time I smelt your magic in the air, I knew that you were the man I wanted. I’ll move here to England if I have to in order to be with you. I want to spend every night in your arms. I want you to fuck me every day until one of us can’t walk. And I want you to fill me up with your cum. I’ll bear your children and be the perfect partner for you. Don’t you want that too?”

Harry answered by kissing her. The feel of his lips against hers sent sparks down her spine, and it was only enhanced by the feeling of Harry moving inside of her again.

Even though he’d already cum once, his cock hadn’t diminished in the slightest. If anything, it seemed to be even more engorged than before.

Harry planted his arms on the floor on either side of Fleur’s head to balance himself as he kissed her. He scooted forward until he was practically thrusting straight downward into her pussy. Fleur lifted her legs, using Harry’s thighs to help keep them high in the air.

Her pussy ached as Harry fucked her. One load of his cum wasn’t enough; she wanted more. She did her best to squeeze tightly around his cock to try to urge him to cum sooner in her again, but Harry held on. He grunted as their lips broke apart, a curse on his lips as he fought to hold off another orgasm.

“Fuck my breedable, tight little hole,” Fleur moaned seductively. She grabbed her bouncing breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples while staring up at Harry with the most lewd expression she could manage. “Please cum in me.”

“Fucking hell,” Harry groaned. “You’re wild.”

Yes, she was, but Harry could tame her. He just needed to fill her up with his cum and she’d do anything he said. The lust she felt for him was unbeatable by anything else. All that she wanted was him and him alone.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock as he rammed into her again. He was fucking her so hard and rough, just pounding down into her tight pussy as his own pleasure flared through him. He felt so damn good, and Fleur felt another orgasm coming on quickly.

“Give it to me! Give me your fucking cum!” Fleur cried out, unable to do anything more than relish in her pleasure. “Breed me!”

Harry managed only a thrust more before he let out a choking sound and his cock pulsed inside of her. Her body reacted, knowing what was coming, and Fleur’s pussy clamped down hard on his cock.

“Harry!” Fleur screamed his name as she came around him.

Harry’s cock filled her up completely before he erupted inside of her again. The feeling of cumming together with him was simply beyond Fleur’s previous comprehension; it was an experience so perfect and special that it brought out the most intense happiness she’d ever felt in her life.

His cum filled her greedy pussy, and even if she didn’t get pregnant today, Fleur knew that it was only a matter of time due to the passion that they shared.

Fleur might not have managed to make Harry hers, but she was now his.

And that was a good enough compromise for her.