Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.

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Fun With A French Flower

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Susan moaned out at the wonderful sensation’s coming from her pussy. Hooded eyes peered down as she raked her nails through the honey blonde hair of her Slytherin lover. Daphne’s deep blue eyes stared back as the girl mercilessly attacked her clit. 

“Ah! Yes right there!” The red head gasped out.

The blonde simply hummed into her dripping cunt, tongue continuously lashing out at the sensitive bundle of nerves that she knew drove Susan crazy. Without warning, the busty Hufflepuff back arched as her mouth flew open in a silent scream. Thick creamy thighs wrapped tightly around Daphne’s head as a torrent of juices splashed against her tongue.

Susan’s mouth spewed out a flow of incoherent words as she came down from her orgasmic high.

“When I said to find something to do while we waited, I didn’t mean each other…” Hermione remarked from her chair opposite the two.

Daphne wiped her mouth as she turned to face the bushy haired girl. “Nobody said you couldn’t join us~”

Hermione rolled her eyes before holding up the thick book within her hands. “Well apparently I’m the only one who remembers we have exams coming up!” She exclaimed.

Susan giggled as she slid down behind Daphne, reaching around to fondle the blonde’s soft breasts. “Oh come on Hermione, we’re just as prepared as you are.” The red head dove down to suckle on the Slytherin girl’s neck causing her to bite her lip hard, forcing back a moan. “You just stress about it twice as much!” Susan finished as she broke away from her neck, leaving behind a patch of bruised skin.

The petite girl considered them for a moment, eyes glued to where Susan’s hands worked their magic on Daphne’s tits. 

“Oh fine!” She exclaimed, slamming her book closed. With a huff she began to strip, joining her girlfriends in their state of nakedness. Susan and Daphne just giggled as the bookish girl pulled off her clothes in rapid succession.

Daphne surged forward as soon as Hermione’s knickers came off. She didn’t even grace the girl with a kiss before her mouth was upon the Gryffindor’s slick cunt. Hermione cried out instantly, her hand coming to thread through Daphne’s hair as she fell prey to the girl’s oral skills.

“I don’t know how she does it, but Merlin is our girl a professional at eating pussy!” Susan laughed out as she reached forward to give Daphne’s ass a tight squeeze. The blonde simply responded by moaning into Hermione’s quim and shaking her plump ass enticingly. 

“J-just as good a-at sucking cock too according to H-Harry!” Hermione cried out, “Oh FUCK! JUST LIKE THAT!”

The bushy haired girl whimpered as she came, body spasming uncontrollably while Daphne feasted on her folds. The blonde herself moaned as well, pushing her ass back as Susan’s fingers sank into her dripping pussy.   Tongue and mouth worked rapidly to lap up all of Hermione’s tangy girl-cum, as the buxom witch herself grasped tightly onto the bookworms thighs.

Susan’s fingers were hitting her g-spot just right and it took all her will power to hold on while her pussy spasmed around the invading fingers. That willpower collapsed as the red head added another digit to the mix, this time plunging it into Daphne’s tight back door. 

Her mouth flew from Hermione’s shaking pussy as she screamed out her own high-pitched moan. Hands grasped tightly around her girlfriend’s thighs for support, while their busty Hufflepuff lover pumped her fingers frantically into the blonde’s two tight holes.

It was this scene that Harry walked in on. The messy haired teen pausing momentarily before shaking his head with a smile and closing the door. However, he made it all of two steps before he froze again, eyes glued to the bed behind them. More specifically, glued to a very naked and tied up Fleur Delacour.

“Uh… so what did I miss?”

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*The Night Before*

Hermione levitated the bound french champion into an unused classroom as her two girlfriends followed. With a flick of her wand a chair flew from the corner of the room and landed before her. She ended the levitation spell without a word, dumping said foreign student onto the old wooden furniture.

“Now as much as I would love to draw this out, it’s the middle of the night and these two already wore me out earlier.” Hermione raised her wand level with the Veela’s face. “So I think we’ll just skip ahead a bit.”

Fleur screwed her eyes shut tightly and waiting for the impending spell. Yet one never came.

Instead the thick ropes that bound her body vanished, blood rushing to the area’s where the circulation was cut off. Her eyes snapped open in confusion and she leveled the brunette with a questioning gaze.

“I do not understand? I thought-“

“That what? We would hurt you? Kill you even?” Hermione laughed out. Fleur nodded hesitantly, rubbing her wrists to alleviate the tingling. “Don’t be absurd! Like I said earlier, there are just a few things we need to discuss.”

“Though I’m still happy to maim you a little if you feel disappointed.” Daphne growled out from behind the petite girl. Hermione gave her a reproachful look but didn’t correct her.

“Non! Non, just- tell me what it is you want to discuss.” Fleur exclaimed quickly.

This time the reproachful look was directed at her. “Don’t play stupid Delacour, it’s insulting. Like I said we’re tired and just want to get this over with so look-“, Hermione leaned down to match her gaze, “We know you just snuck into the hospital wing and blew our boyfriend. We also know that you plan on trying to seduce him further, maybe even try stealing him away from us with a few shags. Are we wrong?”

Fleur didn’t grace her with a regretful look, simply cocking an eyebrow in a ‘Yeah what about it?’ gesture.

“Thought so.” Hermione stated simply, standing back up straight. “Well I regret to tell you that it won’t work.”

She couldn’t stop the scoff from escaping her lips. “The cum still upon my tongue tells a different story!”

Surprisingly, the girl’s before her did not seem the least bit upset at her proclamation. In fact, the three of them seemed… smug.

“Oh you believe a half-arsed blowjob will be enough to win Harry over? That’s pitiful really.” Susan stated with a roll of her eyes. Fleur sent a fierce glare to the red headed girl, her pride stinging from the small barb.

“The truth is that we knew you’d try something with Harry tonight and decided to let you. We know who truly holds Harry’s heart and nothing you do can get in between that, Veela or not. That being said… we are willing to let you try.” Hermione said.

The blonde witch cocked an eyebrow at this. “You would let me seduce ‘im?”

“She said try Delacour. We very much doubt you’ll be successful.” Daphne butted in with a snort.

Her eyes narrowed but she nodded, “And nothing is off limits?” 

Hermione nodded. “Blow him, fuck him, do whatever you think you need to do, but there are some… concessions.” 

Some voice in the back of her mind told her to stop. To turn back now and admit defeat. But a much larger part screamed for her to agree, to accept the challenge and prove herself superior. It was no contest really, Fleur never did know when to quit.

“I accept.”

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Harry looked upon the bound Veela on the bed. The girl was on her knees, leaned back on a pile of pillows. Her hands and feet were tied up behind her, with thick ropes crisscrossing her body. Her large breasts were on full display, pushed out slightly by the bindings surrounding them. Her nipples were flushed red, the hardened nubs pinched between silver colored clamps.

Her thighs were spread wide and Harry took in the full, unobstructed view of her pinkish pussy. The hairless mound trembled between her thighs as her clit was attacked viciously by a small pill shaped vibrator. A glittering from further down south drew his attention to the silver anal plug pushed into the french witch’s asshole and if he wasn’t mistaken, it too was vibrating just as intensely.

Judging by the large puddle under the girl’s shapely ass, she had been under this treatment for quite some time.

It was her face that caused his cock to harden the most though. Mouth agape with a black ball gag, her hooded eyes stared right back at him with a thick sheen of lust. Muffled moans dripped out from behind the gag as her body jerked against its binds.

“She’s been like that all night.” Susan whispered into his ear from behind. He didn’t know when the red headed girl had snuck behind him, all he knew was suddenly her hot breath was tickling the skin of his neck as her hands snaked around to grasp his clothed cock.

“Does this have anything to do with last night?” He asked, his cock jumping at the pleasurable ministrations.

Hermione hummed from her seat, her chest still rising and falling rapidly from her earlier climax as Daphne lay limp in her lap. “Maybe a little. Though nothing was done without her consent”

Daphne chose that moment to sit up from the petite girl’s legs, blonde hair a tangled mess. “You can have fun entertaining our guest. We were in the middle of something before you rudely interrupted us.” The Slytherin spoke with a wink. She paid him no more mind as she leaned forward to capture Hermione’s lips, the bushy haired girl humming in appreciation.

From behind, Susan gave his cock one last squeeze before she released him. Placing a quick kiss on his lips, the busty red head quickly ran back to her girlfriends, fully intending on joining the fun.

Harry eyed the three raunchy girls hungrily. He wanted nothing more than to loose himself in a night of passion with the three sexy witches but they made it very clear what they expected of him. Though as he turned his gaze back to the tied up beauty on the bed, he silently admitted this wasn’t exactly some arduous undertaking.

Making his way to the bed, he shed his outer clothing one by one. He sat upon the plush mattress, his boxers and undershirt the only thing left. The girl’s bare mound was barely two feet away from him and he could already smell her heavy arousal permeating the air. 

His hand came up to ghost along her calf and lower thigh causing a shiver to run through the girls already spasming body. Fleur looked back at him with pleading eyes, the haze of lust looking like desperate tears. 

“I would ask if this is what you wanted Fleur, but I think you already knew very well what you were getting yourself into last night. Am I correct?”

The french witch’s headed nodded frantically, her body already heading for another orgasm as his hand dove down to caress her inner lower thigh. His fingers danced across the smooth skin, sometimes coming a hairsbreadth away from her dripping pussy.

“You were bold last night, but you should know I’m not something you can just take. I’m not someone to be ordered around or commanded. You might think you’re above me and that I should grovel at your feet for your attention…” With this Harry pulled himself closer, looming above her as his face came writhing inches of hers. “but look at the length’s you went to just for one night with me?” 

At his words, Harry pushed his teasing fingers into her slit. Fleur’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came instantly. Her back arched, pushing against the robes and jutting her buxom chest out further. A muffled scream pushed past her ball-gag and Harry marveled at the feeling of her silky walls tightening around his fingers.

The french Veela collapsed back against the pillows as her body lost its strength. Her pussy still fluttered around his digits, yet he took this chance to explore her moist cavern. His palm pressed flat against her clit, the buzzing toy smashing against the sensitive nub cause the cum addled girl to gasp. His middle two fingers went to work, exploring deep into her pussy and raking against her burning hot walls as they returned. 

Harry watched in fascination as the girl writhed and contorted under him. He had done his fair share of exploring with Hermione, Daphne, and Susan’s, memorizing every nasty nook and cranny of their delectable bodies. Yet Fleur was unexplored territory, and try as he might even he could not deny the sheer excitement he felt about bedding a Veela.

Eyes tracked the jiggling movement of her perfect tits. With every fluttering breath she took, her massive globes rippled in a mesmerizing way. He couldn’t help but dive down to take a taste, tongue lathering against the porcelain skin. As he continued to pump his fingers into her sweltering snatch, he licked up and down her breasts, circling her reddish pink nipples and flicking the clamps pinching them.

Every new touch, bit, and caress drove new noises from her mouth. Yet his enjoyment of the sweet sounds were somewhat dampened by the gag. Sexy as it was, he wanted to hear the french witch beg for him. He wanted her to scream and cry for him to take her, pleading for his cock. Putting all of his want and intent into a singular thought, Harry channeled his magic and with a wave of his hand, banished the gag.

His celebration at the difficult bit of magic was short lived as he looked down and realized that he also banished the rest of his clothes as well. Maybe his excitement for fucking the blonde was a bit higher than he thought and Magic responded.

‘Oh well’ He thought. It did make things simpler for him after all.

Shaking off his sudden nakedness, Harry brought his attention back to the girl below him. Now free from its obstruction, her mouth spewed forth a constant stream of mewls and gasping french. His fingers concentrated on a rough patch of skin he found within her cunt, grinning as a loud cry emanated from the blonde.

“Tell me what you want Fleur.” He whispered.

She said nothing. Instead her hands fought hard against the bindings, trying hard to rip them free from behind her back. Small whimpers bled from her lips, her eyes lock hungrily with his throbbing cock. He would not give in though. This was not just some simple bedroom fun, but a show of strength as well. 

Like a flash, his hand not knuckle deep in her cunt flew up to pinch one of her already clamped nipples. The girl screamed at the mixture of pain and pleasure, her pussy tightening slightly around his fingers.

“I said tell me.” He growled. Her chest and face were completely flushed now. Hips bucked against his hand as she tried desperately to keep the pleasure going. Her eye’s locked with his once more, the unfiltered lust within the cerulean blue orbs rampaged within and he knew in that moment he had won.

“FUCK ME! PLEASE BAISE-MOI!” Fleur exclaimed.

Smirking, Harry waved his hand again and freed her hands and legs. The clamps and vibrator disappeared as well, but he kept the anal plug hilted in her asshole. Without any delay, the girl’s legs clasped around his waist and pulled him in. Harry was quick to line his cock up with her dripping entrance, her legs barely hesitating to force his hips forward and stuff her tight cunt with his girthy length.

She let out a hiss as he pushed quickly into her. Nails raked down his back as she held him close. Strings of french whispered from her mouth, tinged with need and happiness. Harry cared not for her words though. Diving down he smashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue past her soft plump lips and into her mouth. She squealed in delight at the contact, wasting no time to add her own tongue to the mix.

Pulling out of her constricting folds was a testament to his will. Never let it be said that Veela did not feel incredible. Her walls were velvety heaven and simply sheathed inside was a the peak of pleasure. Slamming back into her though was even better.

Her hands snapped to her sides, clawing at the bed sheets under her. As his hips began to pound her wet snatch, loud moans akin to that of heaving sobs left her mouth. Harry grunted as her pussy muscles spasmed around him. Her cunt was like a vice and it already worked hard to milk him for all he was worth. With every might thrust, his cock hilted inside her, slamming into her depths and reshaping her entire pussy. While mind-boggling pleasurable, if he didn’t change something up soon he would loose himself to her soaking cunt.

Sitting up, the messy haired teen hooked his arms underneath the french girl’s thick thighs. He bore down on her with his full weight, folding the curvaceous witch with ease. This new position pushed Fleur’s ass into the air slightly, allowing Harry to slam down into her with all his might. Unbeknownst to him though, this new angle had one other caveat as Fleur cried under him from an intensive orgasm. His cock now pounded her G-Spot relentlessly, shocking her body with overwhelming pleasure. It addled her mind and set fire to her nerves, sending the silvery haired girl over the edge.

“Oui! Ta bite me baise si bien la chatte!” She moaned in ecstasy.

If he had thought her pussy was tight before, it was nothing compared till now. He grunted in exertion as he struggled to pull himself out, her muscles grasping his cock tight and refusing to let go. Juices leaked wildly from her cunt, soaking his groin as the girl spasmed underneath him. However, even with her cumming underneath him, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to break her.

With a growl, Harry lifted her up changed positions once more. He pulled free from her clamping pussy and spun her around. Now on her stomach, Harry grasped her hips tightly and forced her up on her knees. Her monumentous ass stood before him. Round and full, it just begged to be slapped. 

‘SMACK’ An echoing cry left Fleur’s mouth at the hit, a small gush of juices spraying forth from her slit. Harry chuckled slightly, bringing his hand down twice more as he watched the flesh jiggle enticingly. Satiating that desire, he wanted no time in stuffing his cock back into her pussy. The french witch gasped as he plunged back into her, the man behind her not even allowing her time to adjust before he began to abuse her tight pussy once more.

If the jiggling of her ass cheeks from a few slaps was addicting, then the massive ripples from his powerful thrusts was intoxicating. Every clap of his hips against her bum sent shockwaves across the soft flesh. His hands sank into the giant cheeks. He marveled at the suppleness. Even as he hammered into her fluttering quim, Harry made sure to explore the globes fully. His hands spread the globes fully, showing off her squelching pussy and the silvery butt plug still within her back door.

Just as he began to consider switching holes, the french Veela under him cried once more. He saw the butt plug in her ass twitch as she came, her mouth a torrent of whorish moans and grunts. Her legs shook against his and he was forced to switch his grasp from her ass to her hips as he stopped her from collapsing. Despite her shattering orgasm, Harry refused to slow down for her. His peak was finally nearing his breaking point and his only thought now was to fill this weeping cunt with his cum.

Something in the back of his mind told him to look up as he fucked her and when he did the sight almost took his breath away. 

His girlfriend’s were tangled together atop a pile of blankets and pillows on another summoned bed. Hermione lay trapped between a strap-on wearing Susan and Daphne. The former drove into the bookworm’s tight snatch, while the later did the same to her asshole. Hermione was a moaning mess between them. The strength having long left her as she lay limply against Susan’s breasts.

Susan’s eyes glanced over at him, the sultry smile on her lips twisting into a full blown smirk when she caught his gaze. The red head winked at him with a blown kiss before she grasped Hermione’s hips tighter and pushed deeper into the girl’s cunt. The responded cry from the bushy haired Gryffindor broke his resolve. 

He had been fighting off their orgasms all night, his mental shields doing most of the work yet this close to the edge it was pointless to fight it. Just as Hermione climaxed, so did he.

With a groan, the dam broke and a torrent of cum flooded the Veela’s womb. He pressed his cock into her as deep as it would go, wanting to paint every last inch of her cunt with his seed. On the other bed Daphne shook to, pushing the strap-on deep into Hermione’s ass as she came with her two connected lovers.

For a few minutes he sat there, fully hilted inside the french witch as he came down from his climax. The last drops of his seed had been long milked by her greedy pussy and now he just stayed there to catch his breath. Finally, with a grunt he pulled free from her used hole, his cum immediately pouring out in large white globs.

Fleur moaned quietly when he pulled out, the blonde girl rolling over on her back with some effort. She spread her legs wide, one hand tiredly snaking down to feel the warm cum leaking from her cunt. Surprisingly, she giggled at the feeling, bringing her hand back up to lick the sticky substance on her tongue.

“That was worth the wait I think.” She sighed with a smile. “I do hope we can do so again another night.”

A snort from the head of side of the bed drew their attention. Daphne, now straponless, plopped down onto the soft mattress, .

“You think that was the end Delacour? I think you’re ignoring one key detail.” With a nod the Slytherin girl directed her attention back to Harry. The green eyed teen now stood at the foot of the bed making the french witch lean her head all the way back to see him. Yet it wasn’t his face or body she beheld, but the still ragingly hard cock inches from her face. 

“I believe our deal was you could do anything you wished with him tonight, as long as you satisfied him. Does my boyfriend look satisfied to you bitch?” Daphne whispered above her. “No? Well the open wide.”

Fleur was too transfixed by the cock before her to fight or argue. Instead she listened to the command robotically, opening her mouth wide. Her lips wrapped tightly around the thick member. As he pushed into her mouth she was able to distinctly taste her own juices that still coated his shaft. 

Before long, his cock head hit the back of her throat. Fleur barely had time to make the proper adjustments to her head position before the invading meaty pole slammed into her gullet. Just like with her pussy, his hips were relentless. His cock pumped in and out of her throat with blazing speeds, forcing wet squelching gags from her lips as he ruthlessly fucked her face. 

Harry reveled in the feeling of her spasming throat and soft lips. While not as enjoyable as her pussy, it was still euphoric to currently have his cock being swallowed by the Fleur Delacour. If Ron wasn’t jealous of him before, he certainly would be now. 

“Fuck~ Who would’ve thought watching your boyfriend face fuck another girl would be so hot?” Daphne muttered. The blonde rubbed her legs together in arousal, her own hands absentmindedly stroking the french girl’s inner thighs.

“You already knew that, or do you not love watching me do the same to Susie and ‘Mione?” He asked teasingly.

Daphne giggled, “True. But I don’t let you have all the fun then, nor will I now.”

Without another word, the Slytherin girl repositioned herself until her and Fleur’s legs were crisscrossed. Their pussies now stood inches apart and Harry watched on transfixed. With a bite of her lip, Daphne closed the distance, grinding her pussy against the other champions snatch. Simultaneous moans echoed out from both girls, Fleur’s being much more muffled as her vocal cords massaged Harry’s cock.

Harry hissed at the feeling but continued his face fuck. His balls slapped relentlessly against the witch’s nose as he hammered her throat, and his hands dipped down to grasp the Veela’s tits tightly, using them as impromptu handles for his oral abuse as he watched the scene before him.

Daphne’s hips moved at blazing speeds. Her pussy was now coated in a mixture of his cum and Fleur’s juices as she ground against her. His blonde girlfriend mewled with each rub of her clit as she hugged the french witch’s thick thigh for support. Fleur too seemed to be enjoying the impromptu scissoring just as much as Daphne. The silvery blonde’s throat was a constant stream of vibrating moans that brought Harry closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Daphne froze atop the french girl, her mouth agape and eyes shut tight. Her body shook with an unseen force until, like a marionette with its strings cut, she fell limply with an ear throaty moan. Both girls pussies were still connected by thin strings of cum. 

Fleur whined from the sudden loss of pleasure. Her hand snapped downwards to cup her shaking pussy. Deft fingers attacked her clit as she rocked her head up and down slightly, mouth sucking him desperately for his release.

Harry gave into her request. With his own loud moan he pulled free from her mouth and let loose. Cum rained down onto Fleur, splashing against her face, tits, and stomach. He painted her porcelain skin with spurt after spurt of his milky white seed. The girl’s tongue and mouth were still wide open, the blonde witch still trying desperately to catch as much of the cum as she could.

Finally after a few moments, Harry sighed in contentment as his orgasm waned. He looked on at the witch below him, covered from head to tits in his cum and trying her damndest to scoop every last drop into her mouth. His cock had barely even began to soften before the sight before him forced it erect once more.

Tonight would be a long night indeed. Not that he was complaining.

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Author’s Note

Hope you all enjoyed! Next chapter coming soon

Thanks for reading!