There was a dark part of Harry Potter that he liked to keep hidden. It was the dangerous part of himself that he kept locked away, only to be unleashed in the most dire of circumstances.
It was the part of himself that he unleashed when Gryffindor was down a hundred points against Slytherin in quidditch, when he would stop holding back and personally carry the team to victory. And it was also what he unleashed when he killed that basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, or even in the first task against the Hungarian Horntail.
And in some sense, it was the same part of himself he unleashed during the roughest bouts of sex. The kind where he fucked Julia Zabini so hard that she fell unconscious, only for him to rennervate her back and fuck her hard once again. Or even when he fucked both her and Cissy at the same time, throwing Narcissa's naked body on top of Julia and fucking her without care for their own pleasure.
It was the type of darkness he typically kept buried, restrained, because Harry didn't know what would happen if he didn't hold it back. And yet at the current moment he allowed it to roam free, fully embracing the dominant and ruthless side of his personality.
"Is this all you can do?" He couldn't help but wonder as he fucked Apolline Delacour through yet another orgasm, feeling her pussy squeeze his shaft. "You sure talked big game, you old Veela bitch."
He had thought she had him with that blowjob trick, being able to swallow his entire cock, and then even his testicles. And yet that was just a way for her to take him off guard. She wanted him weak, unprepared, so she could swoop in and dominate him at the game of sex. He could see her line of thought, expecting him to blow his load within a matter of moments before he bowed down to her might.
It was different from the strategy he used in the bedroom, as Apolline utilized more finesse and teasing to go along with her seduction. She would have her prey begging by the time they arrived in bed, ready to do anything Apolline wanted if it meant getting more.
His strength in the bedroom was nearly the opposite of her own. Brute force and powerfucking his way to victory had always worked, and Harry had yet to meet someone who could match him.
She might be a creature of sex, powerful in her own right, but her flame didn't compare to his own when it came to sexual endurance. Big tits and a fat juicy ass would have most men begging if the woman knew how to use them, but most wouldn't know what to do if that wasn't enough.
The problem was that Apolline had never met a powerful wizard like him, a centennial wizard, and a gifted one at that. She only thought he was somewhat special, gifted with a big cock and a special resistance to Veela allure, but Harry was much more than that.
She mashed her face against the pillow, screaming in pleasure against the fabric as he beared down on her. Harry's thighs continued to collide with the Veela MILF's fat arse, with his finger digging into her fleshy child-bearing hips.
He growled and upped the force of his thrusts, leaning over her body and moving his right hand up to grasp her beautiful big tits. Her platinum-blonde hair was right up against his nose, and he inhaled her womanly scent.
Harry could feel his release coming, and he continued to pound into Apolline with as much force as he could muster. He doesn't even slow down as his shaft thickens and erupts, bathing her core with his thick seed.
He throws his head back in pleasure as his sensitive shaft continues to get squeezed and lubricated by the Veela's insides, and finally Apolline pulls her face away from the pillow so he can hear her scream.
"C-Cum. Cum! There's s-so much cum!" She blabbers out, obviously cockdrunk out of her mind. "You're filling me up so much!"
Harry let out a growl before giving her left arse cheek a harsh slap, making the Veela gasp sinfully. "Bet you didn't expect me to last this long, eh milf?"
She pants deeply, and Harry can just tell she is rethinking entire portions of her life in that moment. Veela were creatures of sex, after all, and he was surely giving her a shakeup with this insane bout of rutting. Whatever plans or schemes she had for him were out the window at this point, useless because of how he had dominated her.
He reached up and grasped her hair with his right hand then, tightening his hold on her locks so deeply that it goes all the way down to her scalp. He pulls back, and brings Apolline with him, making her arch her back.
"W-What are you doing?" He can hear the realization in her voice, the irrevocable fact that she is dealing with a monster in bed.
He kneels behind her with his girthy shaft embedded deep in her core, one hand grasping her child-bearing hips, while his other pulls her by the hair like some sort of wild animal. Her own legs and arms have practically given up at this point, and it's only his muscular thighs that bear the weight of them both.
"I'm going to fuck you like a whore."
"N-Non! Do-"
Apolline Delacour has no time to respond as his first thrust drives the wind out of her. His next one makes her see stars, before the grip on her hair literally pulls her back to reality. She lets out shallow breaths, barely able to get air into her lungs before the next thrust hits.
Spittle erupts from her mouth then, the force of the fucking making her look like some rampaging beast. Each thrust slams into her, send wads of saliva shooting from her gaping mouth. She barely has time to think, to even breath, as the pounding forces all coherent thought from her mind.
"AAAAGH!" She finally gets enough air in her lungs, but by then the only thing she can do is scream. "TAKE ME! TAKE ZE VEELA! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!"
Harry's grip on her scalp tightens, making her back arch just that much more. A clear impression of his bulging, thick shaft can be seen on her stomach, and he can feel his balls priming for another load.
His cock is twitching violently, each vein bruising against the sides of her stretched pussy and sending pleasure straight to his brain. He can feel her Veela allure as well, unrestrained and thick in the air, making him feel that much more pleasure. All it does is make him fuck her that much harder, and his balls are ready to deposit another load.
With a final thrust, he sends her sprawling onto the bead beneath him. Her limbs are too tired to move, and she can do nothing as her kneels above her. Harry then grasps his massive cock with one hand, stroking the girthy shaft above the mature Veela before letting it erupt.
His first load is enough to drown a man, a thick wad of cum that damn near covers her back. The one after that turns her back into a small lake of cum, before his third load covers her hair in wizard seed.
Harry strokes himself all the while, pumping out load after load as he covers the Veela MILF beneath him in his thick seed. It's the actions of a conqueror, or how the cheapest of whores would be treated in the bedroom. It's totally unbecoming for a Lady like Apolline Delacour, but she can't complain when he's already conquered her.
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She can hear the loud sounds of sex and the slapping of skin from outside the bedroom walls, and Fleur can only wonder what she has done. They're still going?
She's walking the halls of Delacour Chateau, having arrived here and not returning to Grimmauld Place after the Azkaban raid. It was all part of her plan, to give Harry that portkey which would take him to her Maman instead of back to Headquarters.
From there, Apolline Delacour would seduce Harry, as she said she would in her letter, and from there he would be handed over to Fleur. It would solve all of her problems, removing him from the arms of those other sluts, and making sure Harry would only ever experience Veela sex for the rest of his life.
And Apolline would ensure it, giving Harry sex so good that he could never experience anything else. He would be caught in their trap, begging for Veela and Veela sex only.
Her Maman is beyond skilled when it came to art of sex, and so it is surprising to hear Harry has lasted so long. Even if he has a lot of experience with other women, much to Fleur's jealousy, he shouldn't be able to go toe to toe with Apolline Delacour for so long.
She had seen the woman reduce men to quivering messes, entrap entire rooms full of aristocrats and turn them from formal meetings into depraved orgies using her Veela allure. If her victims didn't start begging or lose their minds to lust, then they usually fell unconscious. And yet Harry is still going?
She opens the door to the master bedroom, fully expecting to see Harry on his last legs. She could already picture the mature Veela's buxom form on top of him, her pussy destroying his big cock as her breasts jiggle. Instead, what she finds in that room shakes her to the core.
"Oui! Oui! OUI! HARDER! GAH! YOU'RE BREAKING ME MON COEUR!" Apolline Delacour screams.
She is on all fours, her gorgeous platinum-blonde hair loose and disheveled as her arse is raised high in the air. Behind her is Harry Potter, seemingly a monster in human form, as he fucks the living shit out of the older Veela.
His massive shaft slams into the woman's pussy over and over, doing so brutally and without mercy in a way that it almost makes Fleur wince. She can see they way his fingers dig into her thick, child-bearing hips, before moving to spank her arse.
SMACK
"N-NON!"
SMACK
"OUI! OUI!"
Harry groaned and moves one hand to grasp the woman's hair, and Fleur then notices nearly her entire body is coated in cum. It was almost as if Harry had defiled the older Veela's body by coating her with his thick seed.
"H-How?! HOW ARE YOU DOING ZIS?!" Apolline screams. "Y-YOU'RE BREAKING ME!"
"You thought you were something special." Harry growled, pushing the Veela's body down to the bed. He looms over the woman like some sort of barbarian conqueror, and Fleur can feel her pussy getting soaked to the bone at the scene. "You're just some dumb whore who's gonna spend the rest of her days being my breeding bitch."
"Oui!" Apolline moans, pressed into the luxurious sheets of the bed. "I'm your breeding bitch, Master!"
Harry groaned with deep satisfaction then, pulling his cock all the way out so only the tip is still inside the mature MILF, before slamming down with his entire body weight into her. Fleur watched with wide eyes as he hilted himself all the way, and then as his balls thrum and pump copious amounts of seed into the woman.
Her mind seemed to go blank at that point, her pussy buzzing with arousal as she fails to move. It's like Fleur's entire world is being shattered, the gift of what it means to be Veela utterly made useless by Harry's power. He beat Maman… but how?
It's when he rips his filthy shaft out of Apolline's stretched pussy that she finally finds herself back in the real world. He turns to her with his massive dong dangling erect between his legs, and covered in Veela juices.
He then reaches a coarse hand and grasps it at the base, staring in her direction. "Clean me, bitch."
Fleur felt herself cum.
-
Fleur's portkey takes him back to London, arriving several blocks from the townhouse. He doesn't quite head there yet, instead taking a moment to decompress. He knows there's going to be hell to pay when he arrives back at Grimmauld Place, and Harry isn't ready to deal with it all quite yet.
He's tired to the bone, his cock limp and heavy from use, and all he wants to do is be alone. So he made his way to the park, and found a comfortable bench to sit on with a good view of the river.
It's as he's sitting on a park bench alone that another woman joins him, a brunette in her late twenties that looks equal parts tired and irritated. She practically stomps over to the bench and sits down, clearly also trying to get away from her own life's troubles.
She's definitely his type, that much he can tell from one glance. Expensive office clothes and tall heeled boots, all under a tan trench coat that protects her from the cold. She has dark brown hair of the perfect shade, and he can just tell it's expensive to maintain, with clear skin fitting a narrow face. Wealthy, mature, and competent. Too bad she's a muggle.
Normally, he would've tried to talk to her at least, maybe even ask her out. It wouldn't help his reputation as a womanizer, but to Harry, getting close to beautiful women was becoming as normal as breathing. Sadly, he wasn't quite in the mood, and didn't bother starting the conversation.
Surprisingly, she spoke before he did. "Rough day?"
"You could say that." Harry tried not to sigh. If you count breaking into a prison, fighting Voldemort, escaping, and then being ambushed by sexy Veela as a bad day.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not exactly." He grimaces, knowing he is going to be doing plenty of that in the coming days. There would be an inquisition waiting for him when he arrived back at Grimmauld Place, and then more questions following him in the days after. It would be a miracle if he wasn't mentioned in the Daily Prophet at least once tomorrow.
"Most guys are usually too eager to talk to me." She lets out a breath. "I'm Olivia McKay, by the way."
Harry pauses. When was the last time he had to tell someone his name? "Harry Potter."
"You live around here?"
"Sort of." He shrugged. "Usually I'm away at school… but something came up. You?"
"Just a few blocks over." She says, giving him an odd look. "You didn't runaway from home, did you?"
Harry can't help but smile in amusement, as if remembering an inside joke. I definitely would've run away from the Dursleys if I still lived there. But what about running away from my insane love life? "I don't think my girlfriends would let me."
"Girlfriends?" Olivia asked with a slight smile. "As in multiple?"
"It's at least seven at this point." He hadn't bothered counting.
"Is there an interest list too? Do girls have to stand in line?" She joked.
"There's a line, but typically the pretty girls get to the front pretty quick."
"I can't say that I was expecting this." Olivia giggled. "No wonder you're out here if you have to deal with all that."
"It takes a lot of effort to deal with so many women." He joked, knowing it didn't take any effort from his side at all, as his girls rather served him than it being the other way around.
"I'm sure." She rolled her eyes as she stood up, but the grin didn't leave her face. "You're more than I was expecting, Harry. Any chance I'll see you again?"
"I should be here around Christmas."
"Then I'll look for you then."
Then, to his shock, Olivia moved in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She pulled away with a blush that was hard to spot in the dark, before giving him a grin and heading away.