The Veela and the Slytherin

Located on the seventh floor in the left corridor of Hogwarts castle, a couple walked back and forth in front of a tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet. The witch in blue robe couldn't see, due to a blindfold covering her eyes. Entwined between the wizard's arms, she advanced with hesitating steps. She had no idea where she was going.

The sound of moving metal and stone reverberated. The Slytherin pecked the champion's cheek. She pursed her lips. Her hand traveled from her moist zone to the wizard's nose. Her fingers shivered. He nibbled her fingernail. Nott lifted the witch into his arms. She squealed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she breathed on his collar. A bicep under her legs and the other supporting her back transported her into a room filled with candle scent.

Crackling echoes from a fireplace accompanied the couple approaching a king-size bed. Lowering himself to let the girl lie on the red sheets, Nott forced himself to not ravage the girl instantly as her veela allure invited him to do. He bit his lips. She lay on the bed. He removed his shoes before getting on the bed. His hand brushed the blue silk from the girl's uniform. He wouldn't speed up the process. It would lose its effect. Her knee quivered. Her waist was encased between his legs.

Tracing a line upward, his touch met the ribbon decorating the light blue cape. which he untied. Her hand pressed on his abdomen. It sought to remove his belt, which he didn't let her yet. Grabbing her hands, he put her two indexes in his mouth. His tongue played with her fingers while his own hand attacked the ribbon on her wrist. She moaned. Leaning forward, he released her index only to lick her unprotected neck.

Focusing magic in his wand, he sliced her knee-length dress in half. Unable to protest, Fleur shivered as a hot breath caressed her shoulders, armpit, ribs and waist. She wanted to speak, but Theodore covered her mouth with his index. He wasn't done. Rolling next to her, he grabbed her body to put her on the top. The ripped dress was pushed away instantly.

Hiding her red bra with tied wrists, the blindfolded witch radiated with desire. 'tu es à moi' she whispered under her breath as his palms massaged her waistline. Her body fell on his. Red colored her cheeks. Her arms were blocked above her head. She was in no position to defend herself. She gasped. A weak fire burned warmly her skin. Cold hands caressed her back, as fingers undid the hook and the closure of her bra.

Theodore looked at the exposed breasts, and decided that he liked what he saw. The pink nipples hypnotized his eyes. No matter how many times he had witnessed that spectacle, he would always be turned on by that sight. Fleur inhaled. Her parched throat just barely managed to utter a low pain-filled moan when fingers pinched her nipples. Burying his head on her bosom, he nibbled on the pinkish dots. Her body convulsed. She wrapped her bound arms around the Slytherin's head.

Descending to kiss her belly, Nott threw away the remaining of his clothes. With one kiss on her navel, he avoided the drenched underwear to caress her left leg with his lips. Fleur jolted back. His fingers caught her undergarment. With a swing of his arm, the wet cloth was thrown away. His breath tickled her wet snatch. 

The tip of his tongue teased the pleasure zone. The girl's thighs wrapped around his skull, but the distance didn't change. He alternated hot, warm and cold breath to arouse her convulsing pussy. " Please Theo, please, I can't hold back!.", she moaned, as her fluids squirted his face. 

His member was hard.

Not directly listening to the witch's demand, he placed one finger at the entrance. Penetrating inside, he slowly caressed the interior wall. Fleur tightened her ass. She clawed the wizard's head as a second finger played with her inside. 

Gasping for air, the witch wrapped her top body around the orphan head. "Come on, stop teasing. ", she bit the wizard's ear. Theo was also at his limit. The bed creaked. Theo faced the nude body with his throbbing member. Hands clinging to the bound wrist, he penetrated the girl's pussy. Fleur exhaled as the tip entered before her body convulsed in response to the pleasure.

As opposed to the first time they did, Theo met no resistance from the pussy's interior. Instead, the internal wall wrapped around his member. He pushed all of his dick inside. His tip touched the cervix entrance. He shivered. He appreciated the moment. Letting his partner moan, he slowly pulled back. Leaning forward, his teeth nibbled on her nipple. Fleur shook.

Placing her arms around his neck, he lifted her body and started to penetrate her wet vagina in successive motions. Her body clung to his. He wouldn't let her go. Each time his dick hit her cervix, she gasped. Accelerating, he thrust with more strength. All her body was shaking. Like an animal, he ravaged her pussy to satisfy his basic desire. He wanted her, and she was his.

Fleur's fingers drew red lines over the Slytherin's back. She didn't hear her own voice screaming his name. All she understood was the waves of pleasure coming from her nether to the rest of her body. Her juices gushed from her lower lips, but the action didn't end up. She was thrown face against the mattress. Biting her lips, she moaned as the different angle activated her erogenous zone.

Nott couldn't focus on anything else but Fleur, who was reacting to his every movement. He wanted more. Her body twitched. He spanked her round ass cheeks one  more time. She tightened, squealed. He spanked her bottom one more time. She responded by thrusting into him. He was reaching his climax. Her body convulsed and transparent liquids covered his dick which soon underwent release as well

Changing position, he slowly motioned his penis to sink into her vagina while his hand kneaded her globes of flesh. He wasn't in a hurry. He enjoyed the slowness . Fleur trembled each time the cold hands caressed her face, collar, armpit, nipples, ribs, belly, waist, ass, navel, legs and feet. He again grabbed both her breasts into his palms. She flinched and orgasmed again.

Gasping for air, she felt herself gushing out the orgasmic liquid. " Please, no more., she begged. Fleur removed the blindfold. Showing her wrists, she leaned forward. Burying her head on Nott's chest, she let him unfold the ribbon. The room was empty of anything but scattered clothes, a huge bed, floating candles and a burning fireplace. She was going to ask something when Theodore carried her bridal style out of the bed.

Harboring a smile, she bit his earlobe.

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