A deafening silence settled over the room once the door clicked shut behind Harry and Regina.
"Fuck," Daphne muttered under her breath as she stared at Fleur before turning back toward the closed door, her jaw clenched tight.
Harry had actually... he'd actually left her alone with this… with this obnoxious bitch and walked away with Regina. Bloody Regina, who was probably laughing her arse off right now.
"Well," Fleur said after a long moment, her voice sharp and cold. "Zat was unexpected."
"Was it?" Daphne turned on her, all the anger she'd been holding back flooding out. "You drove him to this with your insufferable gloating."
"My gloating?" Fleur laughed bitterly.
"You having a hearing problem now too? Sure you didn't get some of his cum in your ear last night?"
"Is that jealousy I hear? That I fucked him more times in one night than you've fucked him in what? A month? Two?"
They glared at each other, both breathing hard.
"This is your fault," Daphne said coldly. "If you hadn't been so bloody—"
"If you 'ad not been so uptight—"
"I am not uptight!"
"You are wound so tight I am surprised you do not shatter!"
"And you're so proud of yourself you look down on everyone else, thinking you're better than everyone else while having a humiliation kink! Talk about irony."
Fleur's hand twitched toward her wand, and Daphne's fingers curled around her own. They stood there, both too angry to back down.
Sneering, Fleur turned away sharply, walking to the far side of the room. "Zis is ridiculous," she muttered.
"Finally, something we agree on," Daphne said icily. She moved to the opposite corner, as far from Fleur as possible, and sank into her chair. Her hands were shaking with rage and irritation. She wanted to break something so badly.
Minutes passed and neither of them spoke, the silence stretching.
Daphne stared at the wall, her mind churning. She should hex this grown-up brat. Should storm out. Should do something other than sit here feeling like a fool. But what would that accomplish? Harry had made his point perfectly clear. Until they sorted this out, he was not going to be with either of them.
The thought made her chest tighten painfully.
"'E actually left us 'ere," Fleur said finally, her voice oddly flat.
"Yes," Daphne said shortly. "He did."
More silence.
"I did not think 'e would actually do it."
"Neither did I."
Daphne risked a glance at Fleur and was surprised to see the French girl looked... less composed than usual. The smug satisfaction from earlier had evaporated, and she looked almost as rattled as Daphne felt.
"'E is serious," Fleur said quietly. "About zis. About us... resolving whatever zis is."
"Looks like it," Daphne said, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice.
Fleur was quiet for a long moment. Then she moved, walking over to the desk where Regina had sat previously and grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey that sat alongside the wine bottle, holding it up.
"Looks like we are going to be 'ere a while, non? Might as well not be sober for it."
Daphne should have said no. Should have maintained her dignity. But the thought of sitting here in hostile silence, completely sober, for however long it took... "Fine," she said shortly, getting up and walking over to the sofa. "Don't hold back."
Fleur didn't, filling two glasses and bringing them over. She didn't sit close, instead settling on the far end of the sofa, as far from Daphne as the furniture allowed. She handed over one glass without comment.
They drank in silence. The firewhiskey burned going down, sharp and unpleasant, matching Daphne's mood perfectly.
"I meant what I said," Daphne said after a while, unable to help herself. "About you being smug. You've been insufferable since you're come here."
"And I meant what I said about you being controlling," Fleur shot back. "You cannot stand when zings do not go your way."
They glared at each other again, but it felt different now. They both felt a bit tired of it all.
"Why did you 'ave to plot against me?" Fleur asked suddenly. "Why not just... tell me what problem you 'ad wiz me? Not zat I mind. I got what I wanted, after all."
"Because that's not how things work," Daphne said, eyeing her. "You don't just... tell people things like that. It makes you look weak. Jealous. Pathetic."
"So instead you plot elaborate schemes zat make you look... what? Strong? Clever?" Fleur shook her head. "It still looks like jealousy. Just with extra steps."
Daphne wanted to argue, but the point hit uncomfortably close to home. "Fine. Maybe it was jealousy. You were so bloody confident. So self-absorbed. So sure of yourself. So... perfect. It was infuriating."
"Perfect?" Fleur let out a harsh laugh. "You think I am perfect?"
"Aren't you? Beautiful veela, everyone falling over themselves for you, acting like you were above everyone else, so sure anyone would want you—"
"Everyone wants ze veela," Fleur interrupted sharply. "Nobody wants me. Zey want ze allure, ze pretty face, ze fantasy. Zey do not see past it. Ever."
"Oh, please—"
"Non, you do not understand," Fleur said, and there was real anger in her voice now. "Do you know what it is like? To 'ave people want you, but not for who you are? To know zat if ze allure disappeared tomorrow, zey would all walk away? Zat is my life, Daphne. Every day. Everyone I meet just sees ze veela first. Ze person second. If at all."
Daphne stared at her, startled by the vehemence. "I... I didn't think of it that way."
"Of course you did not. You saw what everyone sees, ze confident veela who 'as everything. You did not see what it costs." Fleur took a long drink. "So yes, I was smug when your revenge failed. Because for once, someone saw past ze allure. Saw me. And wanted zat. Even in... even in zat situation, 'e saw me. Not just ze pretty veela to use."
Daphne was quiet, processing her words. She'd never considered that angle. She'd never thought about what being a veela might actually mean beyond the surface benefits. "That's... actually rather sad."
"It is what it is," Fleur said, and Daphne was surprised to notice how vulnerable she sounded. This was so unlike the prideful, haughty bitch she'd been acting like all this while. "Do not pity me."
"I'm not pitying you," Daphne said, even though maybe she was, a little. "I just... I didn't think about it that way. I saw you as competition. As a threat to Harry."
"And I saw you as just another pureblood princess looking down 'er nose at me," Fleur admitted. "Judging me for not fitting into your little boxes."
They fell silent again, but it was different now. Less purely hostile. More... complicated.
"I still think you were insufferably smug," Daphne said after a while.
"And I still think you are far too presumptuous," Fleur countered.
But neither of them said it with quite the same venom as before.
More time passed. They drank. The room grew warmer, or maybe that was just the alcohol.
"I did not think 'Arry 'ad it in 'im. To be so... ruthless."
"I did," Daphne said quietly. "He's more Slytherin than people think. He just hides it well."
"Apparently." Fleur drained her glass and rose to refill it, bringing the bottle back with her. This time, when she sat back down, she was closer—not next to Daphne, but not at the far end of the sofa either. "So what do we do?"
"About what?"
"About zis. About 'im. About ze fact zat we are locked in 'ere until we 'work out our tension.'" Fleur made air quotes with one hand. "We cannot just sit 'ere glaring at each other forever."
"Why not?" Daphne muttered. "Seems to be what we're good at."
"Because 'e will not come back until we figure zis out," Fleur pointed out. "And I do not know about you, but I would very much like 'im to come back."
Daphne was quiet for a long moment. "So would I," she said softly.
"So we 'ave common ground," Fleur said. "We both want 'im back."
"That's not exactly a revelation. We've been fighting over him this whole time."
"Fighting, oui. But maybe zat is ze problem." Fleur looked at her, and for the first time, there was something almost... thoughtful in her expression. Not hostile. Not smug either. "What if we stop fighting?"
"And do what instead?" Daphne asked skeptically.
"I do not know yet," Fleur admitted. "But clearly fighting is not working. 'E just proved zat."
"So you want us to what? Become friends? Hold hands and sing songs?"
"Non, do not be stupid." Fleur rolled her eyes. "But maybe we could... not be enemies. At least not so obviously."
"That's a remarkably low bar," Daphne observed.
"And yet we cannot seem to clear it," Fleur pointed out.
Daphne couldn't argue with that. She took another drink, feeling the alcohol starting to take effect on her. Two full glasses of firewhiskey would do that to anyone.
"I don't even know how to not be angry with you. Every time I look at you, I remember how smug you've been."
"And every time I look at you, I remember what you wanted for me," Fleur countered. "Your intentions, I mean. We both 'ave reasons to be angry."
"So what, we just... ignore that?"
"Non. But maybe we acknowledge it and move past it anyway." Fleur's expression was serious now. "Because ze alternative is sitting 'ere, angry and alone, while 'e is with Regina."
"I hate that you're making sense."
"I 'ate zat I 'ave to explain basic logic to a Slytherin," Fleur shot back humorously.
They looked at each other, really looked, and something seemed to change between them. It was not friendship. It was not even liking, really. But... simple acknowledgment. Of the situation. Of the fact that neither of them was winning this fight.
"Fine," Daphne said eventually. "I'll try to stop being quite so angry with you."
"And I will try to stop being quite so smug about everything," Fleur offered.
"Try harder on that one," Daphne muttered. "Your smugness is insufferable."
"Your rigidity is exhausting."
"Your confidence is grating."
"Your control issues are obvious."
They glared at each other for a moment, then, impossibly, Fleur's lips twitched. Just slightly. And despite herself, despite everything, Daphne felt her own mouth want to curve in response.
"Zis is very strange," Fleur said.
"What is?"
"Zis. Us. Talking without wanting to 'ex each other."
"We're not quite there yet," Daphne said. "I still want to hex you a little."
"Zat is fair. I want to 'ex you too." Fleur raised her glass. "To wanting to 'ex each other but not actually doing it?"
Daphne stared at the offered glass, then at Fleur's face. Slowly, she raised her own glass and clinked it against Fleur's. "To not hexing each other. Yet."
"Yet," Fleur agreed.
They drank, almost emptying the bottle out.
"Can I ask you something else?" Fleur said eventually.
"I suppose."
"Why did you want to see me broken? Really? Was it just jealousy, or was it somzing more?"
Daphne considered the question, turning it over in her mind. The alcohol had loosened her tongue enough that honesty felt easier.
"Both," she admitted. "I was jealous, yes. But it was more than that. You were so... bitchy. So dismissive of Harry. Everything seemed to come easily to you. And I... I work for everything. Plan for everything. And you just existed and everyone wanted you. Including Harry. It felt... unfair."
"Ah." Fleur was quiet for a moment. "My life is not easy, Daphne. It is just different zan yours."
"I'm starting to understand that," Daphne said quietly, making Fleur glance at her.
"'E is clever," she said with a smile. "Locking us in 'ere. Forcing us to actually talk."
"He's manipulative," Daphne corrected, though there was admiration in her voice. "But yes. Clever."
"Do you think 'e knew zis would 'appen? Zat we would stop fighting?"
"Probably," Daphne said. "I think he knows us both better than we'd like to admit."
"Mm." Fleur refilled both their glasses without asking. They had gone through the bottle faster than was probably wise, but neither of them cared. "So what do we do now? When 'e comes back?"
"I don't know," Daphne admitted. "I haven't thought that far ahead."
"You? Not planning ahead? I am shocked."
"Shut up," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. "I'm trying something new. Being spontaneous. It's exhausting."
Fleur actually laughed at that. "I can imagine. For you, zis must be torture."
"You have no idea," Daphne muttered, her own lips curving slightly.
The minutes stretched into hours. They talked, not deeply, not about anything particularly meaningful, but they talked. About Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. About the Tournament. About magic and dueling and a hundred other small things. Topics that felt safe. Something like neutral ground.
And slowly, gradually, the hostility between them eased.
An hour later, when Harry finally opened the door, he found them sitting together on the sofa, not quite together but not at opposite ends either.
"Ladies," he said. "I see you've had time to talk."
"We 'ave," Fleur confirmed.
"It was quite productive," Daphne added.
Harry's eyes moved between them, clearly trying to assess the situation. Regina appeared behind him, looking delighted. "Oh, this looks interesting."
"We reached an understanding," Fleur explained. "Just as you asked."
"Did you?"
"We did," Daphne confirmed. She exchanged a glance with Fleur. "We realized we were being rather silly. Fighting over you when we could just..."
"Cooperate," Fleur finished smoothly.
"Cooperate," Harry repeated slowly. "Just like that?"
"Just like zat," Fleur said. She rose from the sofa, her movements graceful despite the alcohol, and crossed toward him. "Unless you would prefer to continue whatever zis is with Regina?"
Harry looked at Regina, who was watching with interest.
"We thought you might like to see 'ow well we can work together," Fleur continued. She'd reached him now, close enough that he had to be able to feel the heat of her body. "When properly motivated."
"And we're very motivated," Daphne added, rising as well. She moved to Harry's other side, matching Fleur's positioning. "To show you that your little manipulation was... appreciated."
"What exactly did you two talk about?"
"Many things," Fleur said innocently. "Our differences. Our similarities. 'Ow we might... collaborate."
"Collaborate," Harry repeated slowly.
"Mm-hmm," Daphne smirked, exchanging a glance with Fleur.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," Regina said from behind them, her voice filled with amusement.
"Isn't it?" Daphne agreed, never taking her eyes off Harry, and together with Fleur, she took his hand.
As Daphne and Fleur pulled Harry into the room, Regina walked over and claimed the armchair immediately. "Don't mind me," she said cheerfully. "I'm perfectly happy to observe."
"Observe," Harry chuckled.
"Someone should document this historic moment," Regina continued, curling into the chair like a satisfied cat. "The day Daphne Greengrass and Fleur Delacour stopped fighting and started… cooperating."
"Your commentary is not required," Daphne said coolly, but the corner of her mouth twitched.
"But it's so much fun," Regina protested.
Fleur ignored Regina entirely, her eyes fixed on Harry. "You look surprised, mon chou."
"Well, can you blame me?" Harry asked.
Daphne stepped closer, her scent mixed with firewhiskey and arousal wafting over him, making his runes prickle. "No, I guess we can't. Not when we are surprised ourselves with this."
"I can see that you two have stopped fighting."
"Oui," Fleur said smoothly, circling to his other side, her scent, the firewhiskey, and her allure wafting over him as well. He felt his own arousal spiking rapidly. "We reached an understanding, just as you wanted. Now we can show you exactly how well we work together."
The emphasis on together made Harry's pulse spike. He could feel the heat radiating from both witches, and he felt like he was standing between twin flames.
"This is already better than I hoped," Regina murmured.
Daphne shot her a look. "You're enjoying this far too much."
"Not nearly enough," Regina corrected. She settled deeper, crossing her legs slowly. "Carry on."
Fleur's hand rose to rest on Harry's chest and Daphne mirrored it on the opposite side.
"So," Fleur purred, her fingers tracing idle circles through his shirt. "Where shall we start?"
"Start?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Oui. We 'ave much to… discuss. And demonstrate," Fleur said with a mischievous smile. "About 'ow cooperative we can be."
Daphne's hand slid lower, her nails scraping lightly over his abdomen. "We thought long and hard about how to show our appreciation for your little intervention."
"Long and 'ard," Fleur echoed, laughter bubbling in her throat. "Very appropriate."
Harry let out a laugh. "You two are ridiculous."
"We prefer strategic," Daphne corrected. She glanced at Fleur across his chest. Their eyes locked, and they could see their own emotions mirrored in them. An agreement over what they were going to do, with the same intent and hunger.
The two blonde beauties moved in unison, their fingers popping the buttons of Harry's shirt free one by one and the fabric slid from his shoulders to pool on the floor.
The moment the fabric hit the floor, their mouths were on him. Daphne's lips pressed to his collarbone and her teeth grazed the skin there while Fleur claimed the hollow of his throat, her breath hot on his skin as she flicked her tongue over his skin, tasting the salt on him.
Harry inhaled raggedly, his hands rising to grip their waists. Daphne felt warm under his left palm and Fleur felt firm under his right.
"You two," he started, his voice rough from the arousal that coiled tight in his belly.
"Are giving you exactly what you wanted," Daphne said as she nipped at his earlobe, the gentle bite sending a thrum of pleasure through him. Her breath was hot on his ear. "You wanted us to cooperate. Here we are."
Her fingers traced the waistband of his trousers, her nails scraping his skin.
"Very cooperatively," Fleur added, her accent thick with lust, each word rolling slowly off her tongue. She pressed closer so her breasts crushed against his side through the thin fabric of her dress, and he could feel her hard nipples against his bare skin.
Her wet tongue traced the curve of his ear slowly before she sucked the earlobe lobe into her mouth, mirroring Daphne on the other side.
Harry shuddered and his grip on their waists tightened as he pulled them firmly against himself.
From the armchair across the room, Regina let out an appreciative whistle. The wine glass sat abandoned on the side table. One of her hands had vanished beneath the hem of her skirt while her thighs pressed together and her hips shifted. Her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as her eyes gleamed with hunger.
"Are you sure you don't want to join in?" Daphne asked as she arched a brow and ground her hips against Harry's thigh.
"Oh, I'm joining in, alright," Regina said breathily, though the last word cracked as her fingers found a sensitive spot between her legs. She shifted in the chair and the leather creaked while her free hand trailed up to cup her breast through the blouse and she pinched the hard nipple that showed through the fabric.
"Voyeur," Fleur teased, her lips curved into a smile as she glanced over. Everyone could feel her veela allure that shimmered in the air, heightening their arousal further.
"Guilty as charged," Regina said with a grin and no shame, her breath hitching as she watched.
Fleur deftly unbuckled his belt and Daphne joined in, pulling the leather free. She threw the belt somewhere behind her as Fleur unbuttoned him. Together, they tugged his trousers down his legs, revealing his massive bulge straining against his boxers where there was already a damp spot at the tip.
Grinning, Fleur palmed his cock through the fabric, pressing gently but slowly getting firm until his hips jerked forward for more.
"So eager for us," Fleur murmured as she stroked him from root to tip and felt his cock throb beneath her palm. The fabric grew slicker with his pre-cum and her eyes locked onto Harry's.
Daphne dropped to her knees and Fleur followed a heartbeat later, their shoulders touching. They turned to each other and smiled. Harry's breath stuttered and his hands settled on their heads, his fingers threading through their light strands.
Together, they peeled his boxers down, dragging it slowly, and his cock sprang free, thick and flushed with veins pulsing and a bead of pre-cum at the slit. He stepped out of the boxers and Daphne's tongue caught the bead of pre-cum at once. She lapped it up with a hum that vibrated through him. The taste burst across her tongue and she swirled her tongue around the head in circles to coax more out of him.
Fleur wrapped her fingers around the base and angled him toward Daphne's mouth with firm grip. "Open for him," she said softly.
Daphne opened her mouth and took him in slowly, her lips stretching around the head and her tongue swirling in wet patterns over every ridge. The heat enveloped him inch by inch in velvet tightness that made his knees buckle. A low groan tore from his throat.
Fleur leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside, starting from her fingers and all the way to meet Daphne's mouth at the crown. Their tongues tangled over him in a slick mess as they shared the taste.
Both Harry and Regina's eyes widened at the sight, his hands fisting tighter in their hair as pleasure crashed through him. "Fuck, yes," he said raggedly, his hips twitching forward.
Regina moaned softly from the chair in a rhythm that matched the wet sounds of their mouths on his flesh with slurps and sucks and pops when one pulled off to let the other take over. She pushed her skirt higher to reveal her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy while her thighs quivered.
Daphne and Fleur were perfectly coordinated as they pleasured him, and it shocked Harry to the core. Fleur swallowed him to the root in one glide and her throat relaxed to take him deep as Harry groaned, his hips snapping forward to bury himself in her warmth. Daphne cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm while her fingers traced a pattern on them that made his thighs tremble. When it was her turn, she went slowly, taking her time in hollowing her cheeks out before sucking hard, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head.
All the while, their fingers stayed intertwined around his shaft, slick with spit as they pumped it. Whenever one of them pulled off with a wet pop and strings of saliva connecting their tongue to his cock, the other claimed him, taking him deeper and faster.
"You two…," Harry trailed off, his voice wrecked and sweat beading on his forehead as he stared down at them.
"Surprised?" Daphne asked teasingly, her lips brushing the head of his cock. She blew cool air over the wet skin and giggled as he twitched. "Your little threat was effective, wasn't it?"
"So effective," Fleur said, her eyes sparkling before she shocked everyone once again and captured Daphne's mouth in a kiss. Their tongues slid slick and shared his taste, their moans muffled.
Harry watched, utterly transfixed, and a strangled sound tore from his throat as their lips glistened.
Even as they kissed, their hands kept stroking and squeezing his cock, pushing him closer to his inevitable climax. Daphne's free hand trailed up his inner thigh, her nails scraping his skin while Fleur's traced patterns on his hip and dipped lower to tease behind his balls.
As they pulled away from the kiss, they stared at each other for a moment before they turned to look at him. Slowly, they got to their feet and pushed him backward with their hands on his chest until the backs of his knees hit the bed Regina quickly transfigured for them.
He fell onto the mattress, and Daphne and Fleur wasted no time, climbing after him as they stripped. Daphne's blouse slipped away, buttons popping and the fabric parting wide to reveal her pale skin. A black lace bra cupped her breasts, the lace sheer enough to show her hard nipples. Fleur's dress pooled at her feet and left her in sheer panties that were soaked through to outline her pussy.
They straddled his thighs with Daphne on the left and Fleur on the right while their heat ground against his legs and left damp trails all over his skin. Harry's hands roamed and cupped Daphne's breast through the lace, his thumb circling the nipple until she arched with a whimper, her head falling back. Fleur guided his other hand between her legs beneath the damp fabric and he found her dripping.
"Feel how wet you make me," she said with a throaty whisper as she rocked against his palm and her walls clenched. "Touch me, 'Arry. Two fingers, oui, curl zem, right zere." Her hips rolled in circles and her juices coated his hand to drip down his wrist as he curled his fingers just right.
Daphne reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to reveal her full breasts, her nipples begging for him. She leaned down and dragged her tongue across Harry's nipple in a wet stripe, her teeth grazing before she sucked it in. He bucked beneath them with a guttural groan as Fleur clenched around his fingers.
Regina's breathing turned ragged from the chair and the leather creaked as she chased her release, her eyes firmly on the bed as she plunged her fingers deeper while her thumb circled her clit in frantic circles.
"Lie down," Daphne said commandingly, her voice husky and her eyes blazing. Harry obliged, lying down on his back, and his cock stood against his stomach. She swung her leg over his head, revealing her glistening folds. Her feminine scent filled his senses. "Taste me."
His tongue plunged into her entrance and lapped before dragging up to her clit. Daphne cried out sharply and ground down onto his face, her palms resting on his chest to hold her above him. "Yes, fuck, right there." She rode his mouth, her hips rolling as she smeared her wetness across his lips and chin while he tasted her.
Meanwhile, Fleur threw her leg over his waist and straddled him, rolling her pussy along his manhood before she aligned him against her wet entrance and sank onto his cock. Heat enveloped him inch by inch as she moaned loudly, her head thrown back as she was stretched beautifully.
"Mon dieu, so thick, you fill me perfectly." She paused at the hilt, her walls fluttering before she began to move. Harry's muffled groans vibrated against Daphne's clit, making her cry out in pleasure, and his hands gripped Fleur's thighs as she rode him.
The witches faced each other over him and their hands reached out. Daphne pinched Fleur's nipple and twisted it until the blonde gasped before she returned the favor, making Daphne hiss.
"Look at him," Daphne panted, her voice breaking on a moan as Harry's tongue circled her clit. "Eating me like he's starving, fucking you so deep, can you feel how hard he is for us?"
Fleur's answer was a broken whine, and her pace quickened with each slap of skin against skin echoing wetly. "'E hits, ah, right zere, every time." Her breasts bounced with each thrust and her nipples begged to be touched. Daphne obliged eagerly, her mouth closing around one.
"My turn now," she said as she pulled off Fleur's breast, and they switched without break as Fleur lifted off with a wet sound, strings of arousal connecting her pussy and his cock before she straddled his face. His tongue delved into her heat at once to lap at her folds and suck on her clit hungrily. Moaning, she ground down, loving the feel of his mouth on her pussy.
In front of her, Daphne aligned him against her pussy and without wasting a breath, she impaled herself on his cock. In no time, she was bouncing hard on his cock, her tits jiggling as she braced her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his skin. The burning sensation only heightened his pleasure and he thrust his hips upward to meet her, the bed creaking under them.
All four of them were approaching their ends rapidly, and it was Regina who came first. Her body arched off the chair as she let out a loud moan, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy and her thighs clamped on her arm as waves and waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her release glistened on her inner thighs as Daphne and Fleur turned to see, and the sight pushed them higher.
"Togezzer," Fleur gasped as she ground on Harry's tongue, her clit swollen under his oral assault.
"Together," Daphne agreed as she slammed down with force, her walls clenching around him.
They moved in sync with Daphne riding his cock wildly, her inner walls clamping hard on his cock while Fleur smothered his face in pulsing heat, her juices flooding his mouth. Harry's hips thrust wildly, his hands gripping Fleur's thighs hard enough to leave marks as his own release built.
"Come for us, Harry," Daphne said pleadingly. "Fill me, give us everything."
Fleur shattered first, her body convulsing, and her orgasm ripped through her as her juices gushed onto Harry's tongue in wild spurts. She screamed in French with words of ecstasy and her allure flared to envelop them all, amplifying their pleasure.
The sensation hurled both Harry and Daphne over the edge. He roared into Fleur's pussy as she climaxed, and his cock pulsed hotly. Rope after rope of his thick, hot cum shot deep inside Daphne's gushing pussy who exploded around him right then. Her inner muscles clenched painfully around him, milking him dry as she cried out, her body shuddered in sheer bliss.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, their chests heaving. For a long moment, only the sounds of their panting filled the room thick with the scent of sex and musk and sweat and utter satisfaction.
Finally, Regina's voice came, hoarse with awe. "Well. That was something."
None could disagree. It definitely was something.
TBC.
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