Veela and her wolf

19

Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all

It was the morning of the first task and Fleur was groaning. She was groaning because she had never felt so tired and sore. Her hungry wolf had devoured her mercilessly over and over again. Her wolf was snoring next to her, cuddling deeper into her Veela, a hand groping her mate's tender breasts oblivious to her Veela's grumblings.

The Veela couldn't help her bodies reaction, even if she was grumpy. Her breast hardened at the tip and she let out a low moan. Her arousal wafting around the room and her wolf woke with a deep growl. Nibbling on her imprint's neck she slid her other hand deeper covering her womanhood. Her center dampening more, Hermione feeling the wetness instantly since they never bothered to sleep in clothes since their mating. Caressing her sweetly slick folds she teased her sore mate.

'My wolf I am so sore please I want you but be gentle.'

'As you wish luv.' Hermione kissed the side of Fleur's head as she said this. Staying on the outside avoiding her clit entirely she slowly worked her lover slowly. She was deliciously on the edge and felt it soothe her soreness the longer she was touched.

'My love I am ready for you, please touch me!'

'Where do you need me?' Hermione said not once pausing her ministrations

'A little higher, I need you to touch my clit.'

Not a word was uttered as Hermione moved her hand that had been caressing her breasts to drop to her little nub. Slowly moving both hands in unison she slowly brought out the sweetest orgasm of the young Veela's life, so full of love and spoke of her devotion. This morning was just for her love as she didn't have want or need for anything in return.

Fleur felt loved and surprisingly energized.

Hermione was purring as she spoke, 'Well luv are you awake enough now to slay a dragon?'

Luna had taken it to be her responsibility to care for the young wolf during the tasks. Hermione was not allowed in the competitors box, but was ok with that. She had wished her brother good luck before he entered the tent. Rita Skeeter had been there to take a picture and caught the two embracing in a familial hug.

'Young love, tell me Mrs. Riddle when you started shagging this champion? What is your angle?'

Hermione wandlessly set the witch's enchanted pen and pad on fire and then balled up her fist and punched the reporter in her smart mouth, knocking her down.

'He's a brother to me you idiot, besides... wrong champion.'

Fleur came up on the scene and was grabbed by the taller girl, dipped, and snogged so deeply that all movement around them stopped. She continued to kiss the Veela righting her and Fleur hopped up on her girl wrapping her legs around the wolf. Thrusting her core into the teller girl, shamelessly not caring that the reporter had snapped a few pictures of the couple.

Madame Maxime rolled her eyes at the couple and walked into the competitors tent.

Hermione slowed down eventually and gave one last chaste kiss and gently set her with down caressing her cheek. She stepped away from her love and said, 'that is the champion that I'm shagging.'