Hogwarts Harem

Nature

The moon guided Victoire on her path outside to meet her Kit. She didn't wear her cousin's cloak, somehow knowing that she didn't need it on this night. Nothing could go wrong for her as long as she was with him. How could nature have blessed her so as to give her multiple soul mates?

But she had no doubt in her mind that all four of them were meant for her, and she for them. She met Kit on the open Quidditch Pitch, his Nimbus in hand as he grinned at her. She beamed back at him as she reached up to run her thumb along his dimple, not needing any further confirmation that they were fated for one another besides the feeling she had while in his company. But they'd decided they'd do the ritual anyways to make things official.

Doing the ritual and confirming their soul mate bond meant that they would deepen their relationship and would never desire to part from one another. And neither of them saw the point in postponing the inevitable. As excited as Victoire was to be soul mates with Link officially, she feared the moment she'd have to tell Salvatore and Teddy about her Veela nature, and what it meant for her relationships with them.

She'd continue worrying about that another time. Right now, one of her soul mates was looking at her with so much devotion and adoration in his eyes it was enough to bring a tear to her own. He kissed her sweetly before asking, "Are you ready for this, babe?"

"Without a shadow of doubt," she cooed, brushing her fingers through her Gryffindor's lion-like mane. He loved it when she did that, leaning in to her touch. He pulled her flush against him, and she groaned as his hard dick within his sweatpants pushed against her. She rubbed against his length, kissing him passionately as he loosened her robe; unveiling her in her bra and panties. He toyed with her clit through her soaked panties while they kissed and she clung to the warmth of his body, pulling his sweatpants off him.

He straddled the broomstick, and she straddled him as he pushed her panties aside and teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, his bead of precum and her own wetness combining as he did so, the pleasurable feeling creating a furious need within them both. She slid slowly onto his cock until he was inside her completely, and she began to ride him slowly.

"I want you...I want this forever," Kit groaned, his blue eyes hooded as he held Vic tightly.

"You'll have me forever," Victoire gasped as Kit began meeting her own strokes, his cock filling her up completely. Then butterflies entered her stomach that had nothing to do with him inside her as he lifted his feet off the pitch, and they soared up ten, twenty, fifty feet into the air; and she continued bouncing on his cock as if it kept her grounded, as if they remained on solid footing. They were in the clouds, the wind caressing their skin and blowing through their hair as Victoire clung to him, unafraid of their height and unaware of anything except for the addicting feel of him within her. The chill late November night air felt cooling against her sweating skin as she rode his cock, her rounded ass jiggling with every bounce.

"Holy fuck, babe. You're so fucking sexy," Kit groaned as he gripped her tightly with one hand and braced himself on the broomstick with the other . She used his body for her own pleasure, riding him like a crazed incubus depending on his cock for her life source. Kit struggled to suck on her tits as they bounced for him, settling on licking them as he held her ass down, forcing her hard onto his cock where she belonged - his soul mate.

"Come for me, Kit," she demanded, her own pleasure a second from crashing down upon her. Her pussy squeezed his cock tightly as they came, the broomstick wavering in mid-air as Kit trembled from coming so hard. And they knew as they kissed languidly without a care in the world afterwards that the ritual had worked - they were also officially soul mates.